#santiago x plus size reader

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Watch me and Touch it Querida

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x plus size female reader

Fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Santiago Garcia Masterlist / Oscar Isaac Masterlist

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: You have a crush on your long time friend Santiago. After the events of Columbia, he stays in your spare bedroom. You two make good roommates. Pope decides to ask you a question that you thought was just a throwaway. Turns out he was serious.

Warnings: Teasing, Hair worship (is this a thing? I guess it is now 👀), oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap them thangs up), cockwarming, aftercare, bad jokes throughout (another Nerdie staple)

Notes: My first Santiago smut! I think I captured his essence. Maybe, Ya'll will have to let me know. Also, I apologize to anyone who actually plays guitar, I just looked up what Google said were the four basic chords.

The first clue should have been that he asked to stay with you. He had three other men, his brothers, that he could have stayed with. Especially since they don't talk about whatever happened last month. Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia is a flirt of a man, has been since you’ve known him. You pay him no mind, his little compliments don’t phase you - much. He would call and text you in between deployments and later when he was out of the military. He’d also call when he was in the States or overseas consulting. Just checking in on you, he would normally lead with asking about how you were doing. Your mind constantly told you it’s the kind of thing he would do with  the guys except they likely have private jokes. Your heart tells you it might be more, but your mind usually wins with reasoning.

Him moving in went fine. Pope didn’t have much with him. A few duffle bags and a backpack. He took up your second bedroom and things were easy. Just fine. They guys joked that you two should have been roommates years ago since you got along so well. They’re not wrong, you just still need him to move out. Which is impossible to ask considering one of his friends just died on their trip, none of them will say how and even though they all still get along, neither Frankie, Will or Benny will let Pope stay with them. Suspicion is high that there’s some lingering resentment there, but it’s not your place to ask. You weren’t there. You don’t know and you’re not going to.

You haven’t seen any odd habits so far. He cleans up after himself, cooks every once in a while. No women have been in your guest room that you know of and you never want to know if they have. The conversations flow easily and he plays his guitar sometimes, letting you sit on his bed next to him while he plays different chords. Strong hands alternate between picking at the strings and strumming them, Santi softly hums a tune you’re not familiar with.  There was a Die Hard marathon you both watched together the other day. No red flags….which should have been red flag two for you.

He’s your friend. Almost a brother to you. You can’t be looking at how his polo shirts cinch around his waist and slight tummy or how they’re struggling with every thread on those biceps of his. The man has a million watt smile with curls to match, a dangerous five o’clock shadow, plush lips and warm chocolate eyes that focus on you when you speak. When he calls your name, you always exhale, it sounds perfect out of his mouth. Your thoughts haven’t even broached his thighs or that perfect curve he calls an ass when he asks you out of the blue. You’re minding your own business on the couch reading a book. Lying to yourself that you’re going to do less screen time this year.

“You think I should grow it out? I’ve always shaved it.” How long had he been thinking about this? Wait…shave what? Not his head right?! Not those curls. Curls that you’d snuck your hands in only a handful of times copying a noogie that Benny would do and only when the others were around. So silky with a touch of gray….He had asked a question. About his hair, shaving it…

“Santiago. Please don’t shave your head.” You pleaded, harder than you meant it to come out, but you were serious. It warranted your book closing and to look up at him. Why did he have to stand in front of you like that? Sure most people do that, but it’s not okay when he does it. You’re aware of this and the fact that you still haven’t told this man to move in with one of his brothers means you’re the  third red flag. At some point, you became okay with the idea of throwing away your friendship with Santiago. Oolging him when he’s not aware and looking forward when he’s away for a few days so you can think more about his merits and assets. Possibly with a few handheld aides.

He laughed at you and sat down on the couch. “No tonta (silly). Grow a beard. My facial hair grows pretty fast anyway. What do you think? You like facial hair on your men angel?” His shoulder nudged your arm. You chuckled at the thought that he joked about you having men. Pfft. Shaking your head, you playfully swatted his cheek, his rough stubble grazing your fingers. You made sure your hand came down to your knee, the desire to keep in on his face was too strong in the moment. 

“I think you could pull off a beard. You already have stubble half the time. Just don’t let it look raggedy Santi.” You smiled, trying to picture it. The most facial hair you’d seen him with was a mustache in pictures before Delta Force and he looked like a porn star. Hell he looked like one now. You need to stay focused, you’re having a conversation. If he did have one of those nice, maintained beards though…he might turn into an evil villain. They usually had some cool beards before getting thwarted by heroes. His grin at your very apparent compliment and distraction makes you lose the little focus you did have.

“Glad you believe in me. You didn’t answer my other question though.” Squinting your eyes, you’re confused for maybe the third time tonight. “Do you like facial hair on men or do you like them clean shaven?” He leaned in, very clearly expecting an answer. 

Frazzled, your answer matched your current state of mind, “I mean, more hair is always better than less hair. I love some friction, you know I’m used to it because of my thighs but that’s…it’s gotta be a different kinda of sensation when someone's doing it right and has a solid beard…” His wide eyes told you that you’d said too much. Way too much. You stood up and mumbled goodnight, cursing yourself and hoping that maybe he had another overseas contract soon. He grabbed your wrist  and stood with you.

“Is that what you like angel? Something for a different type of friction? Good to know. I take it you haven’t had that from what you said though. Sweet dreams cariño (dear).” Santiago said as he released your wrist. He knew damn well you weren’t going to sleep tonight and you didn’t. The next few days, he didn’t mention it and when you two met up with the guys and their girlfriends, he didn’t mention anything then either. By next week, you were sure it had blown over and he left saying he was going to be gone for two months. That was plenty of time to forget your mistake right?

The time came and went fast. Santiago was back…with a damn beard. It was black with gray strands at its edges. Letting his lips peek out from the oval of hair that formed around them. You looked, then turned and snuck another look. Angry that you did. Maybe he would shave once he got settled in. He greeted you with a hug, nuzzling his nose and jaw on your neck as he embraced you. You wanted to slap him for testing you, but maybe he didn’t remember, you also wanted to touch his face and kiss him to feel the hair on your face. Gazing up at him, his curls had grown out a bit more as well, more pronounced and larger. Pope said he was going to go take a shower and frankly, you felt you could use one too. Get these ideas out of your head. 

The first week is fine. A good amount of time spent with the guys both at bars, their places and in your apartment. The second week however was the kicker - Santiago had gotten some beard oil that smelled of cedar, jasmine and a hint of vanilla. You were thankful that Will wanted Santi to tag along with him this week for more motivational speaking engagements. Pope was out of the house and away from you smelling that damn delicious. 

As it was past 9pm on a Thursday, you were already in your oversized sleep shirt and panties. Not sexy at all. Not that you needed to be, you’re dancing around in your apartment. It’s something you haven’t done too much except when Santi’s out of town. It helped calm you and you could focus on the music and not your various worries, especially your thoughts about your roommate. 

Santiago unlocked the door to your apartment. He walked in and saw you in the living room. Swinging your hips, arms above your head. What should come on next but “Worth the Wait” by Kali Uchis & Omar Apollo. You’re singing along and moving with the music, it wouldn’t hurt to dance with you right? It’s not like he hasn’t danced with you around your home before, though that was usually to some boy bands that you would play because you knew he hated them. He took hold of your hands and interlocked his fingers with yours, his gaze on your surprised face as you stopped moving, but he brought one of your hands down and patted your hip to encourage you to continue to dance. The song is slow and the content is rather sensual. “Keep dancing cariño. With me.” Is the only thing he said as you two moved, your chests mere inches away from each other. He released your hands and placed them on your hips and yours immediately went to his beard. You figured if he’s going to dance with you like this, you may as well touch it. He let out a deep chuckle, leaning forward. Santi pressed his warm chest against yours, he spoke in your ear, “You like it, touch is querida (sweetheart)? I grew it just for you.” 

Your breath hitched when he said your name in your ear and his hands that had been on your hips, roamed your back. “Y-You did Santi? You didn’t have to…I..” His large hand ran up your neck and cupped the back of your head as he sang along to Kali’s next song “All Mine.” Your hands fell to his sides, pressing into his skin, kneading it. It would be embarrassing how moist your panties had become and that your nipples were hard as little pebbles if you didn’t feel the need to jump this man, but dancing is sweet and nice.

We’ll figure it out as we go, just you and me

But we won’t leave each other alone, that’s all mine

All me, all me All mine, All mine, all mio, mio, mi

All mine, all mine, all mio, mio, mi

Both of you continued to rock side to side until the song ended and Santiago stood to his full height. You wondered if maybe you’d gotten too lost in the music and had imagined everything. You hadn’t let go of him yet, if you weren’t hallucinating then that meant this just happened and maybe you could act on what you’d been feeling. “Santiago. What you just sung, did you mean it?” Your eyes scanned his face, you wouldn’t be distracted this time. He had essentially used a song to confess his feelings to you, but it needed to be said outside of a song. Pope took hold of your chin and smiled. 

“Yes I meant it. I know how you’ve been undressing me the entire time I’ve been here angel. I’m not an idiot. At least in that department. I’ll say I’m not great at long term relationships so we’ll take it how it goes, sí (yes)?” He offered. That was all you needed to cup his face, place your fingers in his beard and pull him in for a frantic kiss. He appeared surprised which made you grin as he parted his lips for you, quickly recovering and wrapping his arms around you pulling you toward him as you let him in, his tongue exploring your mouth. The groan you released was loud as you pressed your thighs together, feeling the wetness spread. You pulled out of the kiss and pulled him toward your bedroom. “Cariño, you sure?” He asked with slightly red lips. You answered by  pushing him onto the bed, hands on your hips, you scanned his body. He didn’t need to ask and you weren’t going to answer such a silly question. You smacked your lips at the tent in those damn cargo pants he always wore.

“Too many clothes Garcia. Take them off.” Your hands went to your hips. “Now.” Santiago hadn’t seen this side of you and was enjoying it. He was normally one to take charge in the bedroom. He removed his shirt, exposing his taut muscles that flexed as he fiddled with his belt and removed his boxers and pants in one drop. He kicked off his socks as he sat on the side of bed with his arms out. You stepped up to him but didn’t embrace him. Instead, you just dropped your soaked panties as they hit the floor, heavy with your own wetness. Santi looked down and muttered a soft, “fuck,” next you removed your shirt. Your curves on full display as he attempted to place his hands on your hips but you stopped him. “Up on the bed. I’m due some friction since you keep teasing it with me.” 

“¡Joder! (Fuck) , this is what you like huh? Being in charge? I’ll play along this time.” He slid back toward the top of the bed where you were expecting him in the middle.

“That’s where I’m supposed to be Santi. Move back down.” You motioned as the bed dipped, you crawled next to him and looked down at him. He smirked, damn grin. You wanted to pink he cheek, both sets. 

“No. If you’re going to take charge then you need the right seat angel.” He wiggled his eyebrows as you scratched your chin for a moment. It clicked, he wanted you to…no one’s ever asked that. Pope didn’t give you a choice about settling on his face gently. He turned on his side to grab your knees and pulled you over his shoulders, his breath on your slick inner thighs. “Look at you. You’ll drench me won’t you angel?” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his beard on your thigh, you brought your legs closer together and reached down, taking a handful of his curls while calling his name. 

“Dammit, you know how many nights I’ve thought about this, your curls and this beard? Don’t ever mention cutting your hair again unless I say so.” You growled, his nose tipped upward touching your clit momentarily before he drew back. “Fuck..you damn tease Santiago…” His hands roamed from your knees to your thighs and then your large ass, giving it a squeeze. It made you buck your hips and drop them, making your slick lips come into contact with his beard. Your yelp was sharp and followed by multiple curses as you heard Garcia laugh into your core. It didn’t matter now if he laughed, you were here, sitting on this man’s face. You dropped your hips to stifle him, calling his name as you sat. The sweet grate of his beard against your thighs and mound had you dripping.

Santiago had never seen you so feral. He was throbbing as he watched you cry out his name and felt his cock twitch when you pulled on his hair. He knew he had an effect on you but didn’t expect this. This was so much better than he could have imagined. Now that he could barely breathe, he opened his mouth, kissing your entrance before rolling his tongue around your tight hole. He estimated that he’d definitely need you come at least twice to accommodate him. He then had it pass your entrance to explore within you and he felt your strong pulses. He smirked again, hearing you scream as he went deeper before truly starting. He alternated hollowing out his cheeks to suck what felt like your uterus out of you and having his tongue press against your soft core. He was concerned for a moment that you may pull out a chunk of his hair, the way you were using his head to steady yourself as you grinded into his face. When he was pulling his tongue back to suck again, you screamed his name again and gushed, soaking his face, beard and neck. He drank as if he'd come in from a desert and you were the first source of water he’d come across. When your body relaxed, you fell forward and he slid from under you to lay next to you. Your face was sweaty and some of your hair was sticking to your forehead, one of your hands weakly came up to your face in an attempt to hide it but he grabbed it and kissed it gently.

“You asked me to strip so no hiding hermosa (gorgeous). You had your beloved friction?” He teased and you smiled, shaking your head. He didn’t forget that you said that. He remembers all the wrong things. He set your hand down on the bed and rubbed your back, “Ready for more? I’m going to need at least two more from you.” He explained and your eyes went wide. 

“I might have one…and that’s being generous of me. Why two?” You managed to prop yourself on your elbows but were still on your stomach. His hand continued to rub your back and slowly went to your ass, then a finger slipped into your sensitive sex, making you gasp. “Y-You need to warn someone when you do that…”

“That’s why, you’re a little too tight.” He kissed your shoulder and licked your ear, “those boys you’ve dealt with and your toys don’t prepare you for me querida.” His finger pumped slowly and as it reached deeper he added a second one, making you lift your right knee to allow yourself to open more. The squelching noises coming from your cunt had you whine as you gaze up at Santiago who was watching you, his gaze heavy. “I wonder which chord your pussy plays to angel?” He licked his lips and nibbled on your ear again before speaking again, “Em?” His fingers pumped into your straight, “how about C?” He curved his fingers slightly and your hips snapped, you opened your legs even wider as you began to wiggle against the mattress. 

Santiago stopped his fingers for a moment and flipped you on your back before adding a third finger and curling his fingers even more, “How about G?” His eyes were dancing, watching you pant from just his hand. You’re saying his name, but babbling angrily at him. He finds it adorable that you still have it in you to be angry. You could hold a grudge. He’ll fuck it right out of you. His free hand roams your wide stomach as you pull on the sheets around you and your legs continue to part for him, feet planted into the mattress as you move your hips with his fingers. He leans over you and kisses you gently to which you release the sheets and grab his head, digging into his curls again, biting his bottom lip. He draws back deciding to finish you. He wants to watch you as you climax this time, “let me give you chord D cariño.” Santiago crosses two of his fingers over each other, bends them slightly, hitting your spongy sensitive tissue. Your hands let go of his hair and grasp his forearms, digging your nails into them and you groan with your second climax, it feels stronger than the first as your back arches. He revels in watching your mouth wide open spilling with his name repeatedly, even the pain from your nails is welcome. He’s not normally into it being a bit rough, but he senses that you might not be aware of what you’re doing. He wouldn’t mention it now. Something else to tease you with later. 

Slowly you feel his fingers leave your drenched cunt, you feel like you’re floating but exhausted. Your eyes flutter, but you watch as he licks his fingers, hearing him moan as he does. It had your core stirring again. Having him take you apart, break you even though you planned to be much more assertive, initially you weren’t happy about it, but he’d done nothing except pleasure you since you’d ask him to strip. “S-Santi, do you want me to…” Your eyes trailed down to his swollen and dripping cock which looked thicker than any you’d had, even your dildos. You were understanding more why he made sure to prepare you first. 

“Not tonight. I bet you’re still pissed at me for teasing you. I know you hold onto a grudge like a dog with a bone, angel. You'll be a little less mad after I finish with you.” He rubbed his beard against your soft stomach before settling between your legs, “Ah! Damn it, I need a condom. I’ll have to go to my room, I have some-” His face went from smoldering to panicked, then to confusion as you reached down and gently gripped the head of his dick.

“I have an IUD Santiago. I’m not mad but, you’re not taking your cock out of me until it’s soft. I will be livid if you do.” His eyes were wide as your knees parted further and you brought his head to your entrance. He placed his hand over yours and moved it gingerly. You watched as he looked up at you.

“I didn’t realize you were such a dangerous woman. As my angel wants.” Santiago slid into your wet cunt halfway, watching you to see if you had any discomfort. It was slight, only from the stretch, he was so girthy. You growled at him.

“You’re not all the way in are you? I’m fine. Just move, Please Santi…” That famous grin spread over his face as he pushed forward until his hips were flush with yours. “Yes…that’s it…fuck it’s so much. This was in those damn pants? It isn’t enough that  you have that ass?” You managed a small giggle, reaching your hands to cup his face. “Fuck me while you kiss me with this beard you sexy bastard.”

“You’re so damn kinky cariño. I love it and you, too.” His lips crashed into yours as he started his pace, not bothering with slow as he drew back and gave deep thrusts that kept hitting your cervix. Moans between the two of you had your lips swollen as you kept needing to either bite, suck or release cries. His hands moved from your stomach to your knees, bending your legs back and tipping your hips upward slightly, hitting an entirely different angle. Santiago was up on his knees and had moved out of your reach so you placed your hands over his that were on the back of your knees. Between him rutting into you and the bending you were doing to try and touch any part of him, your insides were quivering again. You were close again already. 

“S-Santi..It’s…” You stuttered, in between your whines. He nodded as he felt you starting to clamp around him, he felt his balls tightening. Dropping one of your knees, he wrapped an arm around your back to bring you close to him, one hand went to his soft curls, now drenched with sweat and the other held the back of his neck as your thumb ran across his temple and grazed his beard. With a few more pumps, Santiago spilled into you, groaning into a rough kiss with you, his teeth nearly colliding with yours if you hadn’t had your tongue run along them. The sensation of him filling your core, had your third orgasm begin. Pope slowly dragged his softening cock along your walls to extend it, he kissed trailed down your neck. When both of your bodies stopped moving, Santi gave it a minute and went to pull out to which you wrapped your legs around him. 

“Not yet. Just inside, a little longer Santi.” You cooed, kissing his shoulder. He nodded and held you, as the both of you soaked in each other’s warmth. When you removed your arms from him, he took that to mean that he could move which he did. He went to your bathroom as you tried to sit up. He looked back to you and quickly motioned for you to stay on the bed. He returned with a warm washcloth after whipping himself off and opened your legs. The cool air had you let out a quiet sigh. 

“Careful, you keep sounding like that, I may have you ride my face again angel.” You laughed knowing you didn’t have the strength to do so no matter how tempting it sounded. He carefully wiped, making you flinch as your cunt was swollen and sensitive. Once he finished, he helped you sit up and helped you to the bathroom. After the clean up was done, you both returned to bed, getting under the sheets, you laid next to Santi  and twirled a finger in his curls. “Ven aquí (come here) cariño. You enjoy yourself?” He pulled your upper body onto his chest, preferring to be face to face with you.

“I did. I’m going to be sore for a few days, but it’s worth it.” A soft smile graces your face as does Santi’s. You peck his lips and lay your head on his chest. His laugh vibrates throughout his chest. His hands are once again on your back, stroking it. It’s relaxing. 

“Good to know I’m worth it angel. I was starting to think all your staring had you rethinking my beard.” You poked out your bottom lip and pinched his bicep. His hands grabbed your hips and jiggled the extra flesh you had on them. 

“You could have just asked you damn tease.” 

“Nah. I had to make you work for it a bit. I’m not an easy man cariño.” He kissed your forehead as his hands traveled back up to your back. 

“You’re near impossible is what you are, Santiago. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah, that I do know querida. I love you too.” A comfortable silence fell over the two of you in each other’s arms, fully exposed to each other finally. 

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I've never done a request before! Could you do tummy kisses with a plus size reader? I'm always down for nsfw but you decide where it goes! Please and thank you 😁

- @mandinlore

Every inch of you

Santiago Garcia X Plus size F!Reader

Rating : E / 18+

Word count : 2300 (ish)

Warnings : Reader is plus size, Explicit, Oral (f- receiving), lack of body confidence, insecurities, love bites, one actual bite, quick fingering, soft Santi being soft. And I do mean soft. (Yea it's cliché. I have no regrets)

Prompt/Summary : Tummy kisses/ Santiago helps show you how perfect you are

A/N : Keep the prompts short, she says, ease yourself back into writing she says…. Hahahaha enjoy your 2k ;) I got carried away. @mandinlore

Also thank you for requesting plus size! As a curvy girl myself, I absolutely loved writing this!

Side note - if anyone (who has prompts outstanding or wants to send new requests) wants a specific reader (plus size, short girl, specific job etc) please don't feel shy about asking! I'll do my best to write it!

"Cariño, you gotta tell me what's wrong? We can take things slow if that's what you want. You already know you're in control here. But, is something else wrong?" Santi sighs, sitting back on the couch after you pushed him away, yet again, before things could go too far. You couldn't blame his reaction, not after you had been hot and cold for weeks now.

Everytime he had tried to take things further, into anything that involves you removing clothing, you had made excuses to stop. He'd always backed off without complaint, reassuring you that he'll wait until you're ready, but you know he's starting to suspect there's more that you're hiding. God damn over observant Santiago Garcia. His military training served him too well in that.

The truth was, it wasn't that you didn't want things to go too far. In fact, you wanted very much to have his body pressed up against yours, his mouth against your skin, his cock buried deep inside you.

But for that to happen he had to see your body. And that was what scared you the most.

"Hey." His voice, and his fingers gripping your chin, turning your face to force you to look at him, rips you from your thoughts.

Meeting his questioning gaze you're struck, and not for the first time, by how pretty he is. Especially now — hair tousled by your fingers, eyes bright with lust, lips kiss swollen, cheeks flushed.

It makes you want to drag him back down onto the couch and lose yourself in his kisses once more.

"Tell me where your head is at," he pleads, his gaze soft. "Whatever it is, we can talk about it.

"I don't want to take it slow," you whisper, swallowing hard, sliding your vision away from him, even as he holds your face. You focus your eyes on the coffee table, the empty glasses and half eaten snacks, the movie still playing quietly in the background. You had stopped watching some time ago when you caught him watching you more than the film.

"There's a but coming, right?" Santi prompts when you lapse into silence.

"It's just…"

It's just I don't want you to be disappointed.

It's just I don't look like your exes.

It's just I don't think you'll want me.

You trail off, struggling to find the words to explain your fears.

"It's just, what?" Santi presses, his tone still gentle as ever.

"Idontwantyoutoseeme," you mumble out quickly, flicking your eyes back to him for a split second before you look away again.

Santi lets out a sigh, although it's not one of impatience, or disappointment. It sounds more like he might be… relieved.

"That's what you're worried about? Jesus, you scared me." He gives a small chuckle, shaking his head as he takes your face in both his hands, which forces your gaze back to his. For a long moment, he studies you, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"You are beautiful," he states simply before his hands drop to your waist and he shifts, leaning over you and guiding you back to lie down against the couch, once more taking up his position over you, nestling himself between your thighs.

"Have you noticed what you do to me?" He asks, hammering home his point by pressing the bulge in his pants up against your core, making you gasp, despite the anxiety coiled tight in your stomach.

"With my clothes on maybe," you mumble, unable to quiet the vicious thoughts still seeping through.

"I want to see you. I want to see all of you. You don't have to hide from me," he whispers against the shell of your ear, dipping his head to place a trail of kisses down your neck.

"I don't think you'll like what you see." Even as the fear builds you can't stop the moan that steals its way from your lips as he seals his lips against your neck, sucking a mark there.

"Can I be the judge of that?" He asks, leaning up on his arms to look at you. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." Your response comes with no hesitation. You don't even have to think about it. You do, wholeheartedly, entirely, trust him. He's done more than enough to earn that trust from you.

"I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want to do, but please trust me when I say I will love every inch of you."

The sincerity in his voice makes tears prick your eyes.

You swallow hard, still arguing with the voice in the back of your mind that tells you you aren't good enough for him, that he won't want you.

Santiago waits patiently while you muddle through your thoughts.

After a long moment, what feels like a millennia of debating, you give him a nod, and watch his smile transform into one of absolute pride.

"If you're uncomfortable at any time, stop me, okay?" He requests, and you nod again, not trusting your voice not to waiver if you answered.

He captures your lips once more in a long, slow, passionate kiss. His tongue mapping out every corner of your mouth, sliding along yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, keeping you breathless.

This time when his hands begin to tug the hem of your shirt up, you don't stop him.

He unpeels each layer of your clothes carefully, waiting for you to relax before he moves on to the next, almost maddeningly slow in his actions. Still, you appreciate his patience.

When you're finally fully bared, what feels like an age later, he sits back, dropping your panties to the floor as his eyes roam the flesh laid out before him.

You feel sick, dizzy with anxiety, waiting for him to realise how bad you look, how much he doesn't want you, to make excuses for you to leave.

Santiago does none of those things.

Instead, he lets out a low groan.

"Shit, you are incredible."

You could almost think he was lying, just to make you feel better, but as you look up at him, his eyes hooded, pupils blown wide, licking his lips like you were a meal he's been waiting all day for, you could actually kid yourself into believing him.

You squirm under his unwavering gaze, your hands automatically going to cover your stomach, twisting away from him.

Santi`s eyebrows pull together in a deep frown, shaking his head.

"Don't do that. Don't ever do that again. Not with me," he scolds you softly as he pries your hands away from your body, pinning them down to the couch.

Leaning over you he captures your lips, his kisses tender and loving. His hands wander your body slowly, mapping each curve as he grinds himself against your core. Each slow roll of his hips pushes the zipper of his jeans up against your clit, drawing muffled moans from your lips. Each sound you make he swallows as though they were a vintage wine, something to be savoured.

"Want to make you feel good," he slurs, finally giving you a moment to breathe. "Can I make you feel good?"

Still unable to form words, you nod, probably a little too enthusiastically, causing Santi's eyes to crinkle as he grins.

"Yeah?" He confirms, moving his kisses down to your breasts, peppering them with soft brushes of his lips. "Baby gonna be good and let me kiss her all over?"

You can feel the slick wetness pooling between your legs, the heat blazing across your skin, the blood roaring in your ears, and the ever present anxiety nipping at your thoughts, a constant companion which never seems to quiet.

Well, that is until Santi bites your nipple, turning your yelp at the sharp pain, into a moan as he soothes it with his tongue.

After that, all your thoughts, good and bad, begin to get a little hazy.

"Mmmm I like that noise," he hums, lathering your other breast with the same attention, making you struggle to catch your breath with the pleasure he was already wringing from you.

As his kisses trail lower, his lips pressing against the plush of your stomach, you can't help but try to curl in on yourself, trying to hide as much as you can in the small space of the couch.

It's a pointless endeavour. Santi's mouth pays particular attention to every part you try to twist away, or subtly hide as you move your arms.

He spends an age trailing soft kisses all the way across your stomach, before working his way back to your naval, and then down, leaving tiny love bites in his wake. A trail marking you as his over all the places you hate, before he stops, head between your already trembling thighs, looking up at you.

When your eyes meet his, he grins before he dips his head, holding your gaze as he thrusts his tongue deep inside you.

Your head slams back against the arm of the couch, your eyes squeezing shut, the image of his face buried in your pussy blazing behind your eyelids. You choke back a moan as his tongue loops up around your clit, before back down to taste you again.

"Keep making noises like that and we're going to have a problem," he warns, warm breath fanning out across your already heated skin, making you squirm with the stimulation.

You have no idea what problem he's talking about, and as his tongue slides through your folds, up to circle your clit a second time, you really couldn't care less about it either.

Your back arches as you chase the warm pleasure of his mouth, a groan of his name falling from your lips. His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, holding you open for him as he feasts on your pussy like a starved man.

Curses and praises fall freely from your lips, accompanied by whimpers and moans as he expertly coaxes you closer and closer to the edge, all your anxieties silenced by the overwhelming pleasure that stops you from concentrating on anything else.

Santi groans, a noise that vibrates through your entire core, and pushes you dangerously close to the edge. When one of his hands disappears from your thigh, you can't help but open your eyes to glance down at him, your breath catching.

His eyes are closed, a look of pure bliss you haven't seen before on his face, as his tongue laps languidly at your slick cunt, while he palms his hard cock through his pants.

You throw your head back once more with a whine, unable to continue to watch him as he chooses that moment to seal his lips over your clit and suck, hard.

The vision of him, the overwhelming pleasure, the heat of his mouth, is too much, and you come undone with a strangled cry, your body trembling, and your vision going white as the pleasure crests and crashes over you.

Even through the roaring noise of blood in your ears, and the way your orgasm makes your mind fuzzy, you still catch the tail end of Santiago's gasped curse, followed by a low, broken groan. You can't help but think it sounds suspiciously like….

You don't even get to fully finish the thought before your body shudders in desire. That couldn't be the case when you haven't even touched him.

Then again the look on his face before…

When you can finally feel your limbs again you lean up on your elbows to look down your body at him, as he, somewhat awkwardly, sits back on his heels, a wet patch blooming out on his pants.

"Santi…did you…?" You swallow, trailing off as he looks somewhat abashed.

"Um, yeah," he admits, an unmistakable blush forming on his cheeks.

"Because of….me?" You ask quietly, feeling a strange sense of pride that, even as you are, you were able to do that to him.

"Oh, enjoying this, are we?" Santi laughs teasingly, relaxing a little when he sees your wide eyed surprise and the smile you're trying to bite down.

Putting his arms either side of you, he cages you in, as he runs his nose up the length of your neck. Even the lightest of touches makes your body shiver with desire.

"Maybe…a bit," you admit, a little distractedly as he places a kiss below your ear, pressing his body against yours, clearly knowing exactly what he's doing to you.

"Good," he mumbles into your skin. "Although next time I cum I want to be buried inside you."

He whispers it so sinfully low in your ear, you swear you could cum again just from his words.

Your breath catches and you can feel Santiago's smug smile against your neck, where he's still busy pressing soft kisses.

"I'm a little bit disappointed though," you manage to swallow out, trying to ignore the way his hand is skimming across your sweat damp skin, down the outside of your thigh, before slowly working its way back up.

Santi pulls back to look at you so quickly, you're surprised he doesn't put his back out.

"Disappointed?"

You can't quite tell if it's outrage or concern, that laces his tone, but whichever it is, you can't stop the laugh that bubbles up and out of your mouth, only making him frown more deeply.

"Cariño," he starts, stopping when you put a hand over his mouth to interrupt him.

"I'm disappointed I didn't get to see you."

It takes a moment for him to catch up, still clearly trying to work out what he has done wrong to disappoint you, but the moment it clicks his face transforms into a wolfish grin.

"Well, give me half an hour and I'll show you anything you want," he winks. "For now I guess I'll go back to admiring you." His eyes flicker once more down your body, surveying you like prey.

It makes your pussy clench.

"You really mean it don't you?" You whisper as he tilts his head in question. "You do like me the way I am?"

"I really mean it," he confirms seriously, "you are perfect."

He doesn't give you much time to think too hard about his confirmation, or really anything at all. Leaning back into you he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, clearly working on making you forget your own name.

You wrap one hand around the back of his neck, holding him to you as the other slips down his back to playfully squeeze his ass, drawing a low growl from the man above you.

Santiago is quick enough to get his revenge, slipping a hand between your bodies to brush his fingers against your clit.

You let out a gasp, and shudder with the over stimulation, as his fingers draw tight circles against your sensitive nub.

"You said half an hour," you practically whimper, unable to stop your hips canting up against his hand.

"For me. I didn't say you get a break." He smirks, slipping a finger into your wet heat, drawing another broken sound from you. "I want you to make those pretty sounds for me again… and again… and again."

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[nerdieforpedro]

So basically best time ever? Best time ever 🙌

Preciously Plump

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!plus size!Reader

First time writing about Santi but can't stop thinking about the fact that I think he might be into plus size ladies. I'm plus size personally but usually my characters need to be more on the petite side either for their jobs or situations they are in so this will be fun!

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, smut, reader is plus size, unprotected sex, praise kink, reader has some self esteem issues, anal, p in v (totally not projecting why would you think that?)

When you first met Santi you were surprised that he even talked to you. Guys like him usually weren't interested in girls like you, especially when they could have someone that fit the "standard" of beauty that you were convinced you fell short of. He looked you up and down, like you were the most delicious thing he'd laid eyes on licking his bottom lip before biting it.

He tried to play it off like he wasn't mentally taking off your clothes piece by piece when he looked at you sat at your barstool. You were charmed by his smooth talk and the way he leaned against the counter, eyes never wavering from you.

After grabbing your number he would start texting you about how cute he thinks you are and he would ask you on a date. Part of you would still be convinced that this was too good to be true, but the other part of you would be screaming internally with excitement and so you'd say yes, of course.

Like a true gentleman, he would pick you up for the date and open the car door for you. You'd never know but he also just really wanted an excuse to touch your sides as he helped you into the car. When he opened the door at the restaurant he let you walk in ahead of him so he could stare at your thick ass in front of him. He'd be glad when you were both able to get a seat at the table so he wouldn't have to keep holding his jacket in front of himself in attempt to hide his growing erection.

Despite his clear physical attraction to you, he would also genuinely enjoy hearing about your hobbies and interests. Likewise, you would love an opportunity to pick his brain as well.

During dinner he would do his best to keep his eyes on yours but you just had to wear that damn low cut top to tease him. He would subconsciously bite his lip without realizing while he shifted himself frequently just trying to quiet the screaming in his pants.

It was after a few more dates, but when he finally got his hands on you, all bets were off. The first time he saw you naked, you were gingerly trying to cover yourself, but he wouldn't have it. He would wipe his hand over his mouth while he looked at you and then walk over. "Don't cover yourself sweetheart. Let me look at you." He would say in a breathy tone.

Self consciously you would lower your hands and feel the heat rise to your cheeks. He would shake his head and say, "wow, aren't you beautiful." To which you would chuckle nervously. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from kissing you right then and there. When he wrapped his arms around you he would lower his hands down to grip that ass he'd been admiring through denim for a while.

He'd want to kiss down your chest and would relish in the fact that he got to squeeze your plump tummy. He'd savor the softness of your skin against his lips and be unable to stop himself from squeezing your thick hips while he did so.

This man would demand you get on the bed and even get down on those shitty knees just to spread your legs and kiss the inside of your thighs. He'd love it if you would give him a grip of death with your legs while he was suffocating in your wet folds. He would comment that he'd "never tasted anything so good in his life cariño." To which you would squirm. His words of approval would send a rush to your core.

He would revel in the way his fingers gripped on your hips while he assaulted your hole with his mouth. He would enjoy your squirming while while he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit. When you finally come, you can bet he is devouring every bit of the juices that flow from your pussy without hesitation and enjoying holding you down by your plump tummy while you tremble from the overstimulation.

He then can't decide which side of you he wants to look at while he's fucking you. Does he want to slam himself into your precious and already wet cunt and watch your tits bouncing and squeeze your adorable stomach? Or does he want to push himself between your intoxicating cheeks for some anal play?

Unable to choose, he would start with that sweet and soaking pussy. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my thick cock." He would say in a breathy moan before pushing himself into you. His one hand would be holding up your right leg so he could get as deep as possible. His other hand would squeeze your breast, teasing at the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Once he was sure you had come at least one more time, he would turn you over. Your ass, that gorgeous voluptuous round thing that he wanted to bury himself into over and over again would be presented to him in that moment. He would spread your cheeks and use the juices from your sopping cunt to lubricate your anus. He would coax you, telling you to "relax, let me take care of you." He would go in, one finger first to test you. When three fingers fit somewhat comfortably, he decided you were ready.

When he was sure he couldn't handle himself anymore he would push past your cheeks into your tight ass. He'd moan, telling you "you're so tight, fuck." You would have your hands gripping the sheets tightly while he reached around your hip with one hand to stimulate your clit with his fingers, and the other would be holding on to your ass, squeezing.

Neither of you would last much longer, feeling him exploding inside of you and stretching your lesser penetrated hole as his cock throbbed, filling you with his heat. You would feel your already oversensitive pussy contracting in waves as you reached your climax as well.

Finally, yes, he's calling you for more dates because he cannot get enough after having you once.

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[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

[softstarlite]

Here are some fics that I really love!! <3

(I add more when I remember others or read new ones)

I also invite you to check my masterlist and read my stuff <3

Divider by @saradika-graphics and banner by me

Narcos

Javier Peña

Learning to live by @wheresarizona (series)

Javier Peña x f!reader

The crush by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (series)

Javier Peña x OFC!Isabel

Deja vú by @ilovepedro (series)

Javier Peña x f!reader

Old habits die hard by @liltangerineart (series)

Javier Peña x latina f!reader

Take the weight off his shoulders by @thetriumphantpanda (series)

dbf!Javier Peña x f!reader

Late night texts by @undercoverpena (series)

Javier Peña x f!reader

Jealous of your love by @chloeangelic (one-shot)

Javier Peña x f!reader

Anytime by @undercoverpena (one-shot)

Javier Peña x f!reader

The Bubble

Dieter Bravo

Sweet Creature by @wildemaven (series)

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

I'll never fall in love again by @oonajaeadira (series)

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Cherry by @sp00kymulderr (series)

Dieter Bravo x f!reader x f!OC

Triple Frontier

Benny Miller

Wild Love by @wildemaven (series)

Benny Miller x single mom!reader

Frankie Morales

Learning curves by @ezrasbirdie (series)

Frankie Morales x plus size f!reader

Hate me by @theewokingdead (one shot)

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Breaking free by @theewokingdead (one-shot)

Frankie Morales x plus size f!reader

Hungry by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (one-shot)

Frankie Morales x reader

Catalyst by @ezrasbirdie (series)

Frankie Morales x f!reader x Joel Miller

The book of love by @undercoverpena

Frankie Morales x f!reader (Bookshop AU)

Santiago Garcia

If you wanna be wild by @romanarose (series)

Santi Garcia x f!reader x Javier Peña

All triple frontier boys

Awakening by @romanarose (series) triple

Frontier boys x f!reader

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

To the rescue by @romanarose (one-shot)

Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Love me back by @chloeangelic (series)

Joel Miller x f!reader

Rendezvous by @chloeangelic (series)

dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Belong to me by @chloeangelic (series)

Line cook!Joel Miller x waitress reader

Reflection of the moon by @chloeangelic (series)

Joel Miller x f!reader

(I just really love how Chloe writes Joel)

I know it when I see it by @bageldaddy (series)

pornstar!joel miller x f!reader

Lacy by @toxic-seduction (one-shot)

Joel Miller x f!reader

I wanna show you off by @joelscurls (one-shot)

Joel Miller x f!reader

Breakout by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (series)

Boxer!Joel Miller x f!reader

Strawberry wine by @pedrito-friskito (series)

Joel Miller x f!OC

Your summer dream by @swiftispunk (series)

dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Dog Days by @pimosworld

Tommy Miller

Joel Miller x f!reader

Sweet Child O'Mine by @bageldaddy (series)

Joel Miller x f!reader

Wrong place, right time by @proxima-writes (one-shot)

Tommy Miller x waitressf!reader

[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

Heartbreak Feels So Good

Santiago Garcia X Plus Size F!Reader Platonic!Frankie Moraxes X Reader

Your eyes were glazed over, staring at the way his arm was wrapped so tightly around her waist, when had they arrived? There was no warning, nothing that could stop the way your heart shattered in your chest. Support and acceptance, that was the only thing that Frankie was looking for. a/n:there be smut ahead! minors do not interact warnings:angst, heartbreak, kinda mean Santi, sad Frankie Part 2

Your eyes were glazed over, staring at the way his arm was wrapped so tightly around her waist, when had they arrived? There was no warning, nothing that could stop the way your heart shattered in your chest. Support and acceptance, that was the only thing that Frankie was looking for. How were you going to be able to sit idly by like there was nothing wrong, like you weren’t breaking apart inside? Santi had caught your gaze, the way your mouth hung open just barely as you stared at the couple in front of you. There was a deep pain in your eyes, one that Frankie clearly hadn’t caught onto yet.

“C’mon, you know damn well I’m the best thing that ever happened to you,” You were poking fun at the way Frankie all but laid himself on top of you.

“And you’re right, which is why I’m not moving until one of us has a decent nap,” Frankie buried himself further into your embrace, sighing contently.

You’d been friends longer than you could remember, helping pick up the pieces when he came back home from being overseas. It was no surprise that he struggled with PTSD, all the boys did, but Frankie sought out your comfort the most. He’d moved into your home after a few months, afraid he’d relapse and ruin the life he was trying so hard to rebuild. It was nice to come home to a home cooked meal everyday, the way your eyes would light up whenever he stepped foot over the threshold.

“Well I already had my nap, so why don’t you get a few hours before we go out later tonight,” It was something the two of you did everyday.

“Are you sure, I don’t want to have you fall asleep and then the guys get all upset,” Frankie knew Benny would get on your ass if you were late, it was more funny than anything.

Frankie was a cuddler and you weren’t going to deny him something that kept him sane on the worst days. He never overstepped his boundaries, keeping his hands in proper places so as not to grope you when he was trying to sleep. It wasn’t like you would push him away, your heart racing every time he crawled into your bed, or made his way to the couch. Benny had joked countless times that you and Frankie should just bite the bullet and finally get together.

Only, you weren’t the one Frankie wanted.

“You guys make a great couple, I’m happy for you,” If Frankie caught on to the way your voice wavered he didn’t say anything, his girlfriend seemed so genuine and kind, who were you to come between that?

“It means a lot, why don’t we sit down and have a drink so everyone can finally meet her?” Frankie was lovestruck, anyone with two working eyes could see how much he adored her.

“I’ll see if I can wrangle the boys up, just give me a few,” You turned before he could see the tears well up in your eyes, running over to where Will and Satni were standing together.

They’d protested going out tonight at all, Will claiming he had important matters to attend to in the morning while Santi grumbled he’d wake up hungover again. Frankie all but begged everyone to come out, including you since he’d moved out a few months prior. It was obvious as to why he’d suddenly decided to get an apartment, and you weren’t going to deny him his freedom, so why did it hurt so badly watching him drive away?

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Santi’s hands cupped your cheeks, brow furrowing as he wiped the tears from your face.

“I need to leave, I can’t be here anymore,” Could you really tell them the truth, that you were in love with your best friend and knowing that he was happier with someone else was tearing you apart?

“How about this, I’ll go say a quick hello and goodbye and I’ll take you home, okay?” Santi had always been there for you, albeit silently at the worst times, but right now you couldn’t be in that bar.

You nodded slowly, trying to calm down your breathing as you struggled to keep yourself from panicking. Will’s arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, squeezing all the air out of your lungs until you finally calmed down. He was the best when it came to bear hugs, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing until you were out of breath. Santi’s voice was somehow louder than the entire bar, he didn’t sound mad at Frankie which you were thankful for but there was an edge to his voice. What had you done to deserve this level of kindness from him?

“Hey, what’s going on?” Frankie was nervous, had something happened that he wasn’t aware of?

“I’m gonna take her home, we’ll talk later okay? It was nice to meet you Viv, sorry I couldn’t stay longer,” Santi didn’t want to come off rude, Frankie was his friend first but right now you were in pain and he couldn’t ignore that.

“Have her text me when you drop her off,” Frankie still looked worried, which was making your heart break more.

“I’m gonna stay with her Fish, I’ll let you know when we get to her apartment,” Santi turned without another word, walking over to where you were standing with Will.

The three of you hadn’t noticed the way Frankie’s face fell, the way his brow furrowed slightly for a brief moment before his attention was back on the woman beside him. He couldn’t worry about things when he had Viv to introduce to everyone, but damn, why did watching you leave with his best friend irritate him so much?

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The drive was silent, after saying a quick goodbye to Benny and Tom you were headed back to your apartment. Santi was a great driver, but the silence was beginning to slowly drive you mad as you watched the sights pass by. The air was still warm, clinging to your skin like a warm hug after a rough day. That’s exactly what this was, a rough day, though you wouldn’t really be able to call it that, this day was going to happen sooner or later.

“Is it my fault for developing feelings and not telling him?” You glanced over at Santi, lips pulled into a frown as he kept his eyes on the road.

“Absolutely not, the way he acted towards you, we all thought that one day he was going to show up at the bar and announce that you guys were dating,” Santi ran a hand over his mouth.

He’d been angry that Frankie seemed to be leading you on for months on end, sleeping in your bed when his nightmares became too much, or cuddling together on the couch like a couple would. Frankie was never shy about how he felt towards the women he's dated, which was why when he never made things official with you everyone started to get concerned. The final shoe dropped tonight, reminding everyone that Frankie didn’t lead with his heart.

“You don’t have to stay tonight, I’ll be fine on my own,” You didn’t want to feel like a child, like you were seconds away from having another breakdown.

Well I call bullshit on that, you’re clearly upset so I’m not leaving,” He pulled into the driveway so smoothly even you were shocked. 

Your house was a little bit off the beaten path, that was mainly because you didn’t want to have too many neighbors surrounding you. Benny had joked that he was going to build a house directly next to yours so he could annoy you daily. Frankie had defended you from Benny’s terrible ideas the entire day, promising that he would be the one to build the house. That would never happen though, he’d find someone that he’d spend the rest of his life with and forget about you entirely. The car stopping jerked you out of your thoughts, now it was time to head inside and drink away your sorrows in the safety of your home.

Santi didn’t wait for you to get out of the truck, rushing around to your side and opening the door like a gentleman. It brought a small smile to your lips, the guys didn’t treat you any differently than they did one another, so this was new. You rested your hand on his bicep, slipping out of the car slowly as your heels touched the ground below you. Unfortunately it had been raining earlier which meant the grass was slick, you screeched and threw yourself into Santi’s arms. He caught you easily, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you back against the side of his truck. Your eyes locked for a moment, a thousand emotions running through your mind as you stared back at the man you’d called a friend for over a decade.

Neither of you were sure who leaned in first, lips pressing together softly, gentle pecks as your arms slid up and around his neck. You’d always wondered if the rumors about Santi were true, but your heart had been so focused on Frankie that you felt almost bad for thinking about Santi that way. You couldn’t stop the whimper as Santi’s tongue slid into your mouth, your body heating up as his grip tightened further on your waist.

“We should get inside before someone sees us,” You and Santi both knew that no one would see you, but the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position shouldn’t have been so hot.

“Let’s go,” You slid your arms down to his hands, walking towards your house with a confidence you weren’t sure you truly had.

Santi’s gaze was locked on the way your hips swayed, the dress you wore clinging to your curves so deliciously. How had he managed to keep his hands to himself for so long? Frankie be damned, you were gorgeous and Frankie was a fool for ignoring the signs. You unlocked the door quickly, kicking off your heels and tossing your keys in the bowl right inside of your door. Santi wasted no time kicking off his own shoes and hanging up his coat, the least he could do was make sure not to leave your foyer all cluttered. His hands found their way to your sides, squeezing the plush flesh beneath his fingers. The moan you let out was downright sinful, his cock had been straining against the zipper of his jeans nearly the entire drive home.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk hermosa,” You were practically dripping at that point, reaching back to grab his hands.

“Please, I need you so bad,” Your voice was breathy, whimpering as his hands slid to cup your chest.

He could feel the way you were practically spilling out of your bra, clearly one of your more “fancy” ones as you’d come to call them. Santi turned you towards the kitchen, spinning you around so your back was against the island. You didn’t hesitate to jump up onto the cool surface, reveling in the way it cooled your skin slightly. 

“I’m gonna strip these clothes off of you, and then I’m going to get down on my knees and eat this pretty pussy until my face is soaked,” Your core was throbbing, Santi’s fingers sliding along your upper thigh as his hands slid beneath the fabric of your dress.

Without giving yourself a single second to doubt the decision, you slid your dress up and off your body. You’d worn a matching set for the night, hoping that Frankie would be the one to strip it off your body before coming to the true realization. No, there was not going to be any thoughts of that man while Santi was doing sinful things to your body. Santi pulled off his shirt quickly, tossing it aside carelessly and turning his full attention back to you.

“Fuck, please,” Your back arched into the air, nails digging into the marble countertop.

“Good girl,” Santi gripped the sides of your panties, pulling them down and off your legs quickly.

He eyed the way your cunt glistened in the dim light, nothing but the moonlight showing your skin. Santi had a reputation, and he was about to make sure that you knew what the truth was when it came to him. Pressing a gentle hand against your chest he pushed until your back was flush to the countertop. He pressed soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, biting gently with each moan you let out. Your thighs were thrown over his shoulder, exposing your body to him entirely. 

“Sweet pussy is dripping for me, isn’t she?” Santi slipped two fingers into your entrance slowly, giving you time to adjust to the stretch.

“Only for you, holy fuck!” You couldn’t stop the moans, reaching down to grip the roots of his hair as the tips of his fingers stroked that spongy spot so deep inside your core.

“Gonna make you forget your own name,” Santi’s lips wrapped around your clit, suckling gently as he continued to move his fingers.

You were almost ashamed at how fast your orgasm creeped up, legs shaking over his shoulders as you tried to stave off the euphoric feeling. Santi of course was not having that, doubling down with his fingers and mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit as your walls tightened around his fingers. Your cum dripped down his hand as he continued his ministrations, overstimulating you to the point you’d thrown your head back with a scream, gushing over his fingers pressed inside your body. Santi smirked victoriously, pulling his fingers out slowly so as not to hurt you.

“That feel good?” You could hardly nod, eyes fluttering shut as your body rode the waves of pleasure.

“I’m totally riding your face one of these days,” Shit, you hadn’t meant to say that out loud, now Santi was going to think you were weird.

“Baby you can ride my face for the rest of my life and I will die happy,” Santi pulled your hips to the edge, pressing kisses all over your stomach and chest.

You snuck a hand to your back, unclasping the uncomfortable bra and sliding the straps down and off your arms. Santi’s eyes locked on your chest immediately, hands cupping the soft flesh with awe.

“I never knew you had your nipples pierced,” He ran the tip of his thumb over your left nipple, breath hitching at how the stiff peak seemed to tighten underneath the callous.

“Had em since I was nineteen, no one’s ever gotten to see em before,” It was a secret you were going to take to the grave, not wanting to admit something so risque to your closest friends.

Santi leaned down slightly, taking your nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue ever so gently over the stiff bud. Your hands tightened in his hair, back arching into his face as you struggled to catch your breath. He’d barely done anything to you and yet you were already on the edge once more, how many times was he going to get you to cum before he found his own release?

“Bedroom, please,” It’d be easier on the both of you if you were in your bed, you didn’t want the night to end too soon.

Santi stepped away from you, helping you down off the counter before sliding his hands behind your thighs to wrap around his waist. You were horrified at the yelp you let out, gripping onto his shoulders so that you would not hit the ground. Most men you’d been with had complained about carrying you around, Santi acted like it was a personal mission to get to your bedroom without you touching the ground. Though once you were finally in your room he threw you onto the bed, unbuttoning his jeans slowly.

Your eyes were glued on the way his cock was straining beneath his jeans, how would he manage to fit with that monster of a cock he was carrying around? Would he let you choke on it and bring him that sweet bliss of relief, or was he going to pin you down to the bed and fuck you until you were crying. Santi kept his eyes on you as he pushed his jeans and briefs down his legs, watching how your eyes widened when his naked cock hit the air. Santi was absolutely huge, there was no way he was fitting.

“Get on this bed, and get that cock in me before I die,” You spread your legs wide, running your pointer and middle fingers over your slick cunt, gently rubbing your clit for the added stimulation.

Santi didn’t waste a second, crawling over your body with a determined expression on his face, you weren’t leaving this bed until he had his fill. He grabbed the backs of your knees, pressing them up to your shoulders as he lined the tip of his cock up to your dripping cunt. Sliding in slowly Santi kept his gaze on your face, slowing down if you looked to be in any amount of pain. This was meant to be a pleasurable moment, and Santi wasn’t going to ruin that by hurting you in any way.

“Holy fucking shit, please tell me you’re in,” Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, hands clutching the bed spread harshly.

“Only halfway, do you need me to stop?” You shook your head frantically, rolling your hips down as best you could given the position.

Santi groaned, slipping the rest of the way inside in one final push. It felt as if the tip of his cock was in your throat, he was surely going to be the death of you tonight. He pulled back slowly, giving you time to readjust before slamming his hips forward. Your scream was guttural, head thrown back into the plush pillows as you struggled to breathe. Santi built up a slow but harsh pace, hips slapping against yours before he began to build up speed. Your core tightened with each stroke of his cock, bringing your body higher, and higher.

“You like when I fuck this perfect pussy? Stretch you open so that only my cock can satisfy you?” Santi was struggling for air, hands gripping your thighs even harder.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You reached a hand down, rubbing your clit in quick circles.

“Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are, I know you wanna soak my cock,” The room was filled with the sound of your moans, and the sound of skin slapping together.

Your thighs locked on his sides as you squirted over his cock, breath stuttering in your chest as your peak continued to climb steadily. Santi didn’t slow down his thrusts, merely laid your legs down before pulling out and flipping you onto your stomach. He pulled you to your knees, shoving your head into the pillows as he slid his cock back into your slick cunt.

“Fuck baby, this pussy was made for me,” Santi slapped your ass hard, gripping the plush muscle as he pulled you back against his hips.

You weren’t sure if you’d cum again or were still riding the waves of your first orgasm still, he was determined to keep his word it seemed.

“Where do you want me to cum?” Though he sounded breathless, Santi was still somehow more level headed than you were.

“In-Inside!” You were on birth control anyway, and the thought of letting him finish inside you fueled something inside of you.

It only took a half a dozen more thrusts before his hips were stilling, warmth spreading through your entire lower half as he came deep inside of you. He didn’t pull out right away, instead stayed seated inside you and tried to slow his heart. Had Santi not had a grip on your hips, your body would’ve slumped into the mattress entirely. He pulled out slowly, laying you down against the bed before running into the bathroom to get a damp washcloth to help clean you up. You hardly noticed him, wincing slightly as he wiped the cum that had started to drip out of you.

“Do you need me to get anything?” Santi threw the washcloth into your hamper, laying down beside you.

“No, but thank you for asking,” You rested your head against his chest, snuggling into the soft skin.

He smelled like the cologne he always wore with a hint of sweat and something almost spicy, it was intoxicating. He chuckled lowly and moved to pull the comforter over the two of you, wrapping you up in his arms as you finally settled. Sure there would be questions in the morning of how you moved forward after all this, but for right now it was time to sleep.

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Santi was the first to wake in the morning, groaning at the way the sun was peeking through your blinds so easily. He rolled over, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush to his chest. You let out a small sigh, snuggling deeper into his hold as you clung to the offer of sleep. The two of you would’ve gladly gone back to sleep, had it not been for someone banging on your front door. Had Santi promised he would visit one of the guys and was running late? There was nowhere you had to be anytime soon so they definitely weren’t here for you.

“Stay here, I’ll go see who it is,” Santi pressed a kiss to your hair, slipping out of the bed and grabbing his briefs.

Even if it was some annoying people trying to promote their church, no one needed to see his naked body at seven in the morning. The banging continued as he made his way down the hall, brow furrowing for a moment. He hadn’t thought to check the peephole, to see who had caused a ruckus this early in the morning. Once the door was opened Frankie pushed his way inside, stopping dead in his tracks as he took in Santi’s near naked appearance.

“What the fuck is going on?” Frankie sounded angry, and then it dawned on him, neither of you had texted when you got back to your house.

“Listen, I completely forgot to text you and by the time I realized you were already here,” Okay, maybe that was a lie and Santi had forgotten entirely, but he couldn’t tell Frankie the truth right now.

“No, instead of letting me know you guys made it back here safe you two ended up fucking,” Frankie wasn’t even looking at him anymore, eyes locked on your clothes that were scattered in the kitchen.

How could he even defend himself, the two of you threw caution to the wind and spent the night together, there was no denying it. That was the real kicker though, Frankie was mad that you had hooked up with Santi, even after denying you for years.

“You have no right to be mad at us right now, she had shown you for years how much she loved you and now that you have someone she’s going to move on,” It was the truth and it was tearing Frankie apart inside.

He’d always seen you as a friend, someone there to help pick up the pieces when he couldn’t bear to do it himself. Sure you were absolutely gorgeous, but he was afraid of ruining the friendship the two of you had, and now here you were, in the arms of his best friend. 

“You’re right, I have no right to be upset, but even if the feelings weren’t mutual she’s still my friend and I don’t want to see her get hurt,” Frankie would take down anyone that hurt you, no matter who they were to him. “You know I’d never hurt her, we’ll have a discussion like adults and see what the future holds for us,” Things were going to be different whether you wanted them to be or not, but Santi wasn’t going to leave while you were asleep.

Frankie glanced over at your open door, debating whether or not he should say anything before leaving. Santi shook his head, your wounds were too fresh, you would need time to heal and come to terms with the fact that Frankie had found someone else. He left without another word, shutting the door quietly behind himself. Santi stood in the entryway, trying to figure out exactly where the two of you were headed.

It couldn’t be that hard, right?

[psychedelic-ink]

I know I've been making a lot of polls lately but in my defense, it has been helping me organize what to work on and it's always interesting to see what you guys prefer 💜

as always, brief summaries of every series listed below!

I've Got You Darlin'

you find yourself in the middle of a dangerous race of who will steal priam's treasure first; a mysterious cloaked figure who calls himself moon knight or a man in clad armor who calls himself the mandalorian. amongst the chaos, you and steven try to protect the remnants of history.

Ego & Black Powder

A prison guard shouldn’t be infatuated with a prisoner. Simple as that. But this new prisoner who you didn’t know the name of, made this rule very difficult to follow.

Million Dollar Man

Two years had passed since your break up with Jack, a fellow Statesmen agent. But everything re-ignites again when Champ asks you to go San Francisco to investigate the disappearance of multiple women across the country and, sadly enough, agent Malibu. While doing anything with Jack is chaos enough, you also run in to another ex, a man that actually showed you kindness and someone you thought you could spend the rest of your days with that is until he started asking too many questions about your job, Frankie Morales.

We Fall Like Snow

After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

Advanced Politics Of Human Sexuality

 He only saw you only once, before you moved away with your father, far from your mother but now you’re back with no clue what to do with the rest of your life.

The first time was an accident. One day Javi sees you getting out of the shower and can’t help himself. It’s not his fault you never heard of closing the curtains before. After that he should’ve stopped. You’re the daughter of his favorite house keeper after all. But he can’t help the way your body calls out to him again and again.

Blocked By Snow

With everyone out of town for the holidays, a lonely Santiago wanders the streets. His nightly walk leads him to your coffee shop.

Bound For Carnage

Dave lost everything: His divorce has been finalized. He sees his daughters only on the weekends. He has nothing except for the horrific job he keeps on doing just so he can give his children the best life that he can in such conditions.

But then, well, he meets you.

He tells himself it's nothing serious. It's clear that you like him and he flirts a little, some harmless fun. Never once did he think of taking you back to his place, he knows that if you seep through the cracks of his armor he's as good as gone.

But what happens when the little paper he receives has your name written inside of it instead of someone else?

[nerdieforpedro]

Canto para mí mismo (I sing for myself)

Nuestras Canciones Series

Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Amalia (plus size OFC)

Main Masterlist/ Santiago Garcia Masterlist

Teens and up (My blog overall is 18+ MDNI)

Summary: Amalia sees a private moment of Santiago’s healing process.

Word Count: 495

Warnings: FEELINGS, mentions of violence and death, angst, PTSD, established relationship, Santiago and reader are maybe late thirties to early forties. Grown people.

Notes: My first Santiago series! I did not expect it to be so…full of feelings. 👀 I heard Oscar Isaac sing, it made me feel various things. I’m maybe working through some things. It’s all come together in four parts. Special thanks to @maggiemayhemnj for helping me with the song. It’s a dirge I came up with. I write poems sometimes, why not a song of mourning? I have range. 😎

Amalia hears it when she enters the house the dulcet sounds of his baritone. Setting her bag down on the counter and slipping off her shoes, she quietly makes her way closer to the sound, swaying with the delicate plucks of his guitar. Santiago was practicing again which was therapeutic for him. He enjoyed singing and writing the occasional song, though he’d never show his brothers in arms. Santi would describe it as being too raw to share with them, there was already so much buried between him and his comrades.

His voice was sullen, recalling his time in Delta Force. He often described it as ‘a hell that tempered my soul but also broke it.’ Pope wasn’t sure how else to describe that time in his life outside of his best friends. That was the best part to him, all the other stuff he pushed away and often bullshitted himself as he did others. It wasn’t until he met his wife Amalia that he was forced to really see himself. All of him. He held a few notes for varying times, throwing each one away at the end, before taking a deep breath and starting again. He’d learned to breathe through his nose and not through his mouth, he’d get a large breath that way, but he’d need to be able to make it last through the lyrics. He was struggling to get one line and sang a few times, changing the pitch so see if that would help. Pope’s thick fingers strummed a different cord, it appeared to resonate with him as he moved on and continued with his song.

His wife watched from the doorway as he played, his eyes closed as his voice carried throughout the house and she smiled. Small steps Santiago took along the area rug in their shared office, bobbing to some beat that she wasn’t privy to. Amalia was aware she was intruding on a private moment as he normally played like this when she wasn’t home, having caught him before. “I’ll only play you the happy songs mi vida (my life). Leave the darkness with me.” Though she wasn’t happy about it, she understood keeping parts of himself closed was protection for him and he’d already given her so much. She’d allow him to have his own space to explore the complex and at times ambivalent feelings he had that shaped who he was now.

The blood of our brothers stains the earth

Never coming home

Their blood is on my hands too

I couldn’t do anything nothing

I made it out with my brothers

We were good for a time

We lost one in the jungle square in the head

I could barely sell a story to his family

Just like he could barely sell a home

We’re all drifting here

Longing for a battle that will never come

Amalia continued to watch her husband sing a dirge for the past that still haunts him.

Next: Verse Two

Santi’s Peaches 🍑: @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @megamindsecretlair @pedritapascal @rhoorl @yorksgirl @dameron-grant-spector @pamasaur @sin-djarin @i-own-loki @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @readingiskeepingmegoing @saturn-rings-writes @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @musings-of-a-rose

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Tommy Wants to Fight

This is a Triple Frontier fic heavily inspired by the Badflower song Johnny Wants to Fight

Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Plus Size Reader - Reader described as she/her with female anatomy

Warnings: Abusive Boyfriend, Cheating, Mentions of a Possible Rape

AO3 Link - https://archiveofourown.org/series/2644687



Hey, Tommy, it's Benny. I heard some shit's been going down with your girl. I'm really sorry to hear that man, that sucks. But hey, look, if you're not doing anything tonight, we’re all going out, the usual place. We'll have some drinks, meet some girls, start some fucking trouble maybe, fuck, I don't know. Should be a good time though, man. Might help you forget about your situation. Well, hit me back if you wanna come out, peace brother.

Santiago pulls his phone from his pocket and types something out before returning the phone to his pocket. When Pope looks up Frankie is looking at him with an eyebrow raised. The dark haired man subtly shakes his head and takes a sip of his beer.

“So what happened with your girl, man?” Benny’s beer sloshes as he clumsily gestures in Tom’s direction. The five men have been at the bar awhile, a decent crowd has formed since they first arrived. Will and Ben have gotten pleasantly buzzed, while Santi and Frankie, being the dd’s for the night, have only had a couple of beers. Where Tom has gotten very drunk and shows no signs of slowing down. No one’s surprised, it’s far from an unusual occurrence, and given the circumstances it’s to be expected.

Tom had been slouched in the old rickety bar chair but he had sat straight up at the question, his anger reignited. Everybody at the table quietly regrets the question being asked, even Benny himself.

“Man, fuck that bitch. She had it so good with me and she has the nerve to cheat! On me!” Redfly drunkenly stabs his finger into his chest, gesturing to himself.

“Damn, she cheated?” Will asks, honest shock in his voice. Earlier attempts to broach the subject had been met with, “Who cares, fuck that bitch”.

Tom scoffs and takes a big chug of his whiskey. “Crazy right?” It is a surprise, everybody had loved you when they met you a couple weeks ago at Pope’s house. You didn’t seem like the type, nor did they see any sign you were unhappy.

Pope is relaxed back in his chair, legs spread wide. Sat across from him is Ironhead holding a similar relaxed position, while Redfly is sat to the blonde's right and Benny is at the head of the table between his brother and Santiago.

Frankie, who is sitting on Pope’s left, gives the dark haired man the same raised eyebrow when Pope asks, “Do you know with who?”

“No, but when I find out I’m gonna kill that motherfucker!” It’s not just the alcohol turning Tom’s normally pale face red anymore. The two generally more ‘level headed’ of the bunch, William and Frankie, share a look of concern. “You know, I thought I’d try something different, play it safe and date beneath me for once.”

“Woah, she seemed great, man”, Benny argues.

“Well, yeah she’s fine but I mean, she’s fat. But that’s why I went for her, more likely to be faithful and shit.”

Frankie, Will, and Benny shift uncomfortably in their seats, while Santi retains his relaxed posture. The only change in his position is the clenched fists restring on his thighs.

“I wanted the opposite of the last girl. Damn, she was hot as fuck. But this one ended in the same way! God, I put up with her whiny bitching for a month, for what?! For her to just go and cheat! I still don't understand how she could do that! I mean who the hell is even fucking her, she fucking sucks in bed too!”

Pope shrugs and says, “Well, somebody obviously disagrees with you, man. How’d you find out, anyways?”

“Santiago.” Frankie sternly whispers only loud enough for Pope to hear.

“She came by apparently to break up with me but her neck looked like she’d been mauled by a freaking animal there were so many marks!” Santiago chokes on his beer and starts coughing.

Frankie starts smacking his back and asks, “You okay, man?”

“Yeah, went down the wrong pipe”, Pope replies, his voice horse.

Once his coughing fit is over he looks up and watches three very distinct looks cross Redfly's face. The first is a look of contemplation, the second is realization, and the third finale one, a look of pure unadulterated rage.

Something must’ve gave me away.

Tom jumps up, the veins on his neck popping out. “You son of bitch!”

Pope, already on the defensive, stands with him. Frankie is up and around the table in an instant, grabbing a hold of Tom. Will and Benny are quick to help Fish, even though they have no clue what’s happening.

“Tom-“ Pope tries but Tom is quick to cut him off.

“I’m gonna kill you!” Spit flies out of Tom’s mouth, spraying across the table, some drops landing on Pope’s forearms.

Santiago, never one to back down and looking for something to assuage his guilt, spreads his arms out and says, “Let’s go outside then, right now. Let’s give everyone a show.”

Tom tries to lunge across the table but fortunately the grip the three men have on him holds.

“Santiago, irte ahora(leave now).” Francisco’s stern tone leaves no room for arguing. Pope takes a breath, gives a slight nod to Frankie, grabs his coat from the back of his chair and leaves the bar.

He’s calling you as soon as he’s pulling out of the parking lot.

“Santi-“

“He knows.”

“Shit.”

Three Days Prior

Thunderstorms just aren’t the same after being in combat. Santiago is trying to distract himself with a book when he thinks he hears a knock. He pauses to listen, and he hears it again. Pope gets up and looks out his front window. He’s shocked to see Tom's girlfriend standing on his porch. Pope quickly goes to his door, unlocking it before opening it. You’re standing there soaked from the rain and from the light on his porch he can tell you’re crying. It's a stark difference from when he met you a couple of weeks ago in this same spot. You had come over to his house with Tom for a barbecue.

“Pope, I’m sorry, I know we don’t really know each other and Tom’s your friend but I didn’t know where to go and-.” Your words rush out and blur together.

“Hey, hey, come in. You’re fine, come in.” Santiago gently grabs your arm and pulls you into the entry. Pope closes the door behind you and re locks it. He turns around and you’re standing awkwardly in his entry way shivering. You look miserable and Santi is frozen.

He’s not sure what to do, he’s never been good at the comforting thing and you seem to be in shock. It sounds like it might have to do with Tom but he doesn’t want to cross any boundaries by asking. He’ll let you tell him if you want. Well, his first priority should be getting you warm and dry. He slowly reaches out his hand and makes sure to talk softly. He wants to get your attention, not startle you.

“Hey, why don’t you hop in the shower to warm up? Leave your clothes outside the door and I’ll throw them in the dryer?” You just nod as you take off your shoes and then let him lead you to his bathroom.

“Towels are right there. I’ll be back when I hear the shower on and grab your clothes from outside, ok?” Santi talks quietly again, you just nod again and close the door.

You go through the motions and strip down, opening the door just enough to set your wet clothes down, everything but your underwear. Then you turn on the shower, high heat, and let steam fill the bathroom before stepping into the shower. You stand there for a minute or two before you start to sob. Everything is catching up to you and you need a release. Eventually, you calm down and debate getting out but it feels weird not cleaning yourself in the shower. It also wouldn’t hurt to wash this awful day away, so you grab Popes shower gel. You’re not surprised it smells amazing, you remember him hugging you the first time you met and thinking he smelled great.

You finish washing and get out of the shower. You grab one of Pope’s surprisingly soft towels and start to dry off. You pause to wipe the mirror and look at your reflection. God, you look awful. It’s very obvious you’ve been crying and you just look so sad.

That’s it, you’re going to go back over to Tom’s in the morning and break up with him. He should be sober by then, you can grab what little you have at his place and tell him you’re done. A knock startles you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, I’m going to leave a shirt out here for you while your clothes dry. I’m sorry I have nothing else for you to wear but…” You can’t help but laugh as Santi trails off awkwardly.

“It’s fine. You’re so small, Pope, are sure the shirt will even fit.”

“I am not small, I’m fun sized!” Santi jokes through the door and you laugh. “ But yeah, the shirt is actually Will’s so you should be fine.”

“Okay, thank you, Pope. For, um, everything.” You tell him sincerely.

“Hey, of course. I’ll be in the living room, I got a blanket waiting for you.” You hear him walk away and open the door a smidge to grab the shirt.

You throw the black band tee on and laugh. Pope said it was Will’s but it definitely smells like him. You bet he sleeps in the t-shirt cause it’s baggy on him, the thought is surprisingly adorable. You throw your underwear on and exit the bathroom.

Popes sat down on his couch leaned forward, elbows on his knees while his hands rub his face. “What the hell am I doing? ‘Hey just come out here with just a shirt on. You can cover up with a blanket, it’ll be totally fine.’ It’s fine, this is Tom’s girlfriend, I’m just being a good friend. Just don’t be your normal flirty self, Pope. Even though you wanted her the second you met her. God, get yourself together. It’s Tom’s girlfriend.”

The bathroom door opening stops Santi’s self ranting. He quickly sits back and picks up his long abandoned book, trying to appear casual. He clears his throat when you approach the back of the couch, “I’ll close my eyes, you can sit down and cover up. No peeping, scouts honor”.

He saluts and you snort. You walk around the couch, grabbing the soft grey knit blanket before settling down on the opposite side of the couch as Pope.

“You were in the scouts? You can look now.” Pope chuckles.

“No, but the army’s close enough, right?.” Pope looks over at you and, fuck if his heart doesn’t skip. It’s still obvious you’ve been crying and you’re definitely not happy looking. Though, he thinks you don’t look quite as miserable as when you first showed up at his door, you look more resigned now. But god, if you aren’t still gorgeous as ever, his lamp casting you in a soft golden light.

You’re leaning back against the arm of the couch, curled up as much as you can, facing Pope. He’s framed by the lamp light behind him, his hair is all messed up like he’s been running his hands through it. It’s longer than you remember it being, his curls more prominent, a stubborn strand falling across his forehead. It’s a good look, goes well with his five o’clock shadow. Probably, not something you should notice when you’re here hiding from your boyfriend. It’s hard not to notice Santiago’s handsomeness, you realized that when you met him last week.

Silence falls between you and there’s a little bit of awkwardness now. More so because Santi really wants to ask what’s wrong, and you want to tell him but you don't know how to start, not because it’s awkward being here together. No, you both feel comfortable in each other’s presence, probably too comfortable since one of you is not single and dating his close friend.

“Tom’s a dick.” Pope sputters at your blunt statement. You didn’t mean that to be the first thing you blurted out but well, it’s the first thought you had.

“Yeah, he really can be.” Sant sighs out and you’re shocked. You thought he’d immediately come to his friend's defense. “He didn’t use to be so bad, the army really fucked with him. What did he do?”

“He got drunk, and told me to come over. I didn’t realize he was drunk till I got there and…” You hesitate, and Pope’s even more concerned now. He leans toward you and rests his hand on your knee, catching your eyes with his.

“Did he hurt you?” The low, threatening seriousness in Santi’s tone surprises you. It also does something else to you, you’re not ready to admit. You quickly shake your head to assuage his concern. He leans back, relaxing again.

“Not physically, no… but I was worried he would, that’s why I ended up fleeing his place. He’s been an asshole a lot but something was different tonight. Something that really scared me, Pope.” Santi quietly cusses.

“He needs help. He’s the only one of us still refusing to get help. I don't think he’s hit his rock bottom yet, like we have. I’m really sorry you’ve ended up with his shit, cariño.” The endearment slips out and Pope looks down, hiding his blush. Your face warms and you stop a small smile from appearing.

“You don’t need to apologize for him. He’s a grown ass man that needs to get his shit together.” You let out a long weary sigh before continuing.

“You know, I think he just got with me because he thought I wouldn’t leave him. Like, he could do whatever and I’d just deal with it. And, fuck, he ended up being right. I have so much confidence and I never give a shit what any man says.”

“Tom just started out so fucking nice. He took me on these sweet dates and got me little gifts. I’ve never felt the way I did those first couple of weeks. Then he started to change, he would make little comments here and there. I’d tell him they upset me, and he’d tell me that’s not what he meant. That I was being too sensitive, and if I took everything he said wrong how could he talk to me. I see now he was fucking gaslighting me like crazy. God, what he did really got under my skin and had me starting to believe his bullshit.

“At first, he was so sweet and he’d compliment me all the time. But that stopped and then he started getting drunk around. That’s when he really got nasty. His favorite thing to tell me is how fat I am and how lucky I should be he’s with me. How he can’t believe any would find me attractive. Tonight he told me he doesn’t even find me attractive and that’s why he always fucks me with the lights off.”

You let out a fake laugh as tears run down your face. Santi was sitting back letting you talk, while his fists clenched in anger. How could Tom treat you so badly? Say such bullshit to you? Tom always talks as if he thought the world of you. Pope leans towards you, using his thumbs to gently brush away your tears.

“You don’t deserve that, hermosa.” You lightly grab one of Santiago’s wrist.

“I know, Pope, I think I just got caught up in this whirlwind. He was the perfect boyfriend at first But then his true colors sstarted to show and he turned into this fucking monster. I still can’t believe I didn’t realize how miserable I am with him.” Pope leans back a bit and grabs your hands, resting them in your lap. You take a deep breath and look down before continuing. You talk so quietly, that he holds his breath to listen to you.

“And then yesterday I found out he's been cheating on me. I confronted him but he just kept denying it. Then tonight he asked me to come over to explain. I got there and he was drunk, said he wanted to ‘make it up to me’. I thought he was going to hurt me. He didn’t want to listen to me when I said no and… I had to leave, go some place I felt safe.” Pope’s furious yet extremely pleased you thought of him and his place as being safe.

“Shit, hermosa, I’m so fucking glad you did come here. I didn’t realize he had gotten so bad, that he would even think of-“. Santi can’t even voice the thought, just as you couldn’t before. “We’ll talk to him, me and the boys.” You nod and meet his eyes again.

“Thank you, Santi.” Damn, that’s the first time you’ve called him anything but Pope and it does things to him. “I think you should, but I’m still going to break up with him. I don't love him and even if he changed, got better, I couldn’t go back to him.” Pope nods.

“Of course, and I’ll be here for you, the rest of the guys too, you’re our friend now too.” You start crying again and tackle Pope into a fierce hug that takes his breath away. He’s quick to return the hug, and his hands rub your back comfortingly.

“Thank you.” You whisper breathily in his ear and he shivers. He knows there’s no way you didn’t feel that.

You pull back and realize in your haste to hug him the blanket has fallen onto the floor. Pope doesn’t even think before he’s looking down at the strip of belly peeking out the bottom of your shirt, down to your underwear and continuing down your bare thighs. Pope's hand slowly reaches out and caresses your thigh. Fuck, you’re so soft under his touch, and his soft but calleused hands feel amazing on your skin.

You cup his cheek, running your thumbs across his scratchy stubble. Santi grips your thick thigh and shifts his whole body closer until your legs are pressed against each other’s. His other hand comes up to grip the back of your neck, and your hand splays against his chest.

“Santi, we shouldn’t.” You whisper as you lean your head towards his.

“I know, but you know what, I don't care. He treated you so bad, baby. Let me show you how you deserve to be treated. Let me worship you, carino.” Santiago whispers back.

All the reasons not to do this disappear as you lean in the rest of the way and press your lips to his. All of the consequences this is going to have should be present in Pope’s mind but all he can think about is how soft yet slightly chapped your lips are, and how perfectly they fit with his. Then you open your mouth more, your tongue caressing his, and now all he can think is how amazing you taste. He moans deep in his throat and your fervor increases. You think you could get addicted to his mouth, his taste.

You break the kiss, but rest your forehead on his. The both of you are panting and Santi huskily says, “let’s take this to bed, baby.” You nod against his head and he stands up. Pope grabs your hand and pulls you up so your front is pressed against his. He gives you a quick but deep kiss before leading you by hand to his bedroom.

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Recently posted fics and upcoming fics:

Since I no longer run a tag list I'm just doing a little update on what's been posted since I've been back. As always you can find all fics on my Masterlist.

~Updated and edited with latest fics on the 1st September~

Recently posted :

Hard at work - Santiago Garcia X F/reader - NSFW

Enraptured - Poe Dameron X F!Reader - Clandestine but from Poe's POV

Previously new :

The Little Spoon - Poe Dameron x G/N reader - SFW

Tempest - Marc Spector X G/N reader -SFW

Every inch of you - Santiago Garcia X Plus size reader - NSFW

Im(Patience) - Santiago Garcia X F/reader - NSFW

Clandestine - Poe Dameron x F/reader - NSFW

Entrée - Marc Spector / Steven Grant X F/reader - NSFW

Only Yours - Din Djarin/The Mandalorian X F/reader - NSFW

Upcoming :

Untitled Jake Lockley x F/reader - SFW (Set within the Balance/Tilt universe - Almost finished. ETA to post hopefully 2 weeks tops.

Collateral Damage - Poe Dameron x G/N reader - Angsty to fluffy friends to lovers - Almost finished. ETA to post 2 weeks tops (dependent on beta availability)

Everyone needs to say thank you to @beldroxramscal for being the most patient beta on the planet while I spam her with fics, ideas, unhinged thoughts. She's my life saver and my beta queen!

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Preciously Plump - The One-shot

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!plussize!Reader

Requested by Anon

Takes place within the headcanon “Preciously Plump”. This is an expansion on that fic. - Reader is a little self conscious.

Summary: After a nice dinner date, you go back to Santi's place for the evening. He treats you to dessert.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, topics of feeling uncomfortable in own skin, plus coded reader, p in v creampie, reader is on bc, oral sex f receiving - Just a little addition, writing this fic hit a little close to home while writing it (particularly in the beginning) so if you're sensitive about self-conscious topics in fics please read at own risk.

Word Count: 1.5k

You’d invited Santiago back to your place after a few dates. He was sitting at the foot of your bed, legs spread while he looked at you. You had just come out of the bathroom where you’d gone to freshen up.

“Let me see you sweetheart.” He said softly, crossing his arms and watching you intently.

You gulped, feeling the anxiety creeping in. You knew that this moment would happen at some point, getting naked in front of Santi. He seemed to like how you looked, but it was always different in clothing versus being completely nude. What if he thought the cellulite around your legs was disgusting, or what about the fact that your tummy hung down a little too far for your liking?

“What’s wrong?” He dropped his arms at his sides and stood from the bed. He walked up to you and cupped your cheek in one hand and put his other hand against your hip, “cariño, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I promise, I’m more than excited to see what you’ve been keeping wrapped up in those pretty clothes you wear…if you feel like showing me.”

“What if you don’t like it?” You asked, looking away from his face.

He brought his hand to your chin and turned you to look him in the eye. He kissed you deeply, breathing heavily and grinding himself against you. You pulled him in close, entangling your fingers in his hair.

“Not a chance.” He reached his hand down and squeezed one of your ass cheeks roughly.

He latched his lips over your neck and started kissing his way down your chest, in between your breasts and then kneeling down in front of you. You looked down at him quizzically, not sure what his next move would be, but he lifted up your shirt and started kissing your tummy softly. He tugged at the waist of your pants and started to pull them down around your thighs.

“Santi…” You said breathlessly.

He looked up at you with those beautiful brown eyes you’d stared at over dinner. You didn’t stop him, and even helped him get them off by pulling your ankles through each leg as he took your pants off. He stood back up, bringing your face in for more tender kisses while walking you backward to the bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress and you fell back. He was on his knees again at the foot of the bed when you looked up at him. His face was in line with your mound.

“Put your legs up on my shoulders.” He ordered, patting his right arm.

“But Sant, honestly, I’m not-”

“Come on, you’re not as heavy as you think you are, hermosa, I promise you that.” He winked, picking one of your legs up and putting it over his right shoulder.

You complied and put the other over his left, still feeling unsure if he was just being polite, or if he actually liked the way you looked. He ran his finger over your panties, brushing across your clit and soaking them through with your arousal. You whined, gripping the sheets on either side.

“Is that all for me cariño?” He gently tapped the space between your legs with his fingertips, making a wet slapping sound when he did.

“S-sorry, guess I’m just excited.”

“Good.” You heard him shuffling around in his pockets. “Don’t move.”

You obeyed, not sure what he was doing down there, but you felt something cold and metal. Then you heard a snapping tear followed by the cool air hit your soaking wet folds.

“Did you just…cut my underwear?” You asked, brow furrowed.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He didn’t wait for your response before covering your cunt with his mouth.

Even if you’d wanted to protest, still feeling a bit self conscious, you were rendered speechless by the flicking of his tongue over your sensitive clit. You whined, bucking your hips upward to feel him even more. He put one hand over your stomach to hold you down while keeping the other squeezing your hip.

“Santi…” You gasped as he kept going, your body was trembling under his oral assault.

“Never tasted anything so good, cariño.” He said softly before going back for more.

He was making the wettest and sloppiest noises with his mouth, just trying to taste every last drop that came out of you. He brought the hand from your hip around and slid a finger deep into your cunt, feeling the soft walls as they fluttered under his tongue. You reached down and took a fistful of his hair between your fingers.

Santi moaned, and despite your reservations, you relaxed. He seemed to be enjoying himself, so you should too. As soon as you relaxed, everything felt that much better. Another thick finger of his slid in to meet the first. You let out a gasp, grabbing the sheets tighter with your free hand.

Santiago moved faster, drawing harsher and more desperate whimpers from your lips. You kept your hand on his head, pushing him down over your mound and feeling your core light up. His movements slowed and became more intentional, just at the right time to hit your walls in a way that sparked your climax.

“Santi I’m gonna, oh I’m…” You couldn’t even utter the words before you were a gasping mess against the mattress.

You couldn’t believe how good his mouth felt, but nothing compared to his cock. He stood up and pulled his pants down around his thighs. He let your right leg drop over the edge of the mattress while holding the other up against his chest. You heard wet sounds as he glided the tip of his shaft along the opening of your cunt. You bit your lip and arched your hips in a desperate motion.

“Mm, so needy, I like it.” Santi said in a dark tone before sliding himself into you and filling you to the hilt.

You both let out a moan into the room, but you didn’t have long to recover before he was slapping his hips against you with fervor. He wasn’t kidding when he said he loved your body. One hand was gripping the plump flesh of your hip, while the other was holding on to your leg that still rested along his torso. He turned his head and kissed your calf.

“Mm,” you groaned.

Everything became a symphony of sounds coming from his sweet lips. He reached his large hand forward to brush over your stomach, squeezing and reveling in the feeling of your body.

“Your skin is so soft sweetheart, love the way it feels.” He commented, fucking into you faster.

Not as good as your cock feels, you thought, unable to speak coherently. Your eyes clamped shut while you felt your body tingling from his continued thrusting through your heated core.

“Come on, hermosa, look at me, wanna see your face when you come on my dick.” He squeezed your leg closer to his body for leverage to move faster.

You opened your eyes and met with his. He licked his lips and then bit down on the bottom one while he grunted and thrusted harder. He exhaled sharply.

“You’re so tight sweetheart, I can feel it squeezing, not gonna last…” He leaned over, your leg slid off his shoulder and onto the bed.

He pulled you closer while he started kissing you hungrily. His forehead pressed against yours and his speed increased beyond what you’d ever felt. He turned into a grunting groaning mess while he chased his climax. He pressed his lips to your ear.

“Are you going to come for me, my pretty bebita? I wanna feel you squeeze my cock sweetheart.” His thrusts came to a halt and you felt a searing warmth flood your walls.

You felt that same wave of immeasurable pleasure from before, but this time stronger as it coursed through your body and into the space between your legs. Your cunt gushed over his girth, squeezing it just as he’d asked you to. He brought his lips to yours, feeding on the moans that escaped you.

“That feel good, baby? Yeah, listen to you, so pretty sweetheart.”

As you both came down from your high, he stepped back and pulled out of you. You heard his cum dripping out onto the floor. He went to the bathroom and came back with a towel. After cleaning you up, he reached out a hand and helped you off the bed.

When he pulled you up, he leaned in and brushed against your lips for a gentle kiss.

“Will you stay the night with me, Santi?” You asked, pleading as desperately as you could with your eyes.

He smiled, eyes wrinkling on the sides, “of course hermosa, wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to do this again in the morning.”

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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫 ❅ all triple frontier

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 "𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲" 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ❅ all benny miller ❅ all benny smut ❅ all benny fluff ❅ all benny angst

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞 "𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡" 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 ❅ all frankie morales ❅ all frankie smut ❅ all frankie fluff ❅ all frankie angst ❅ all frankie x gn reader ❅ all frankie x male reader ❅ all frankie x plus size reader 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨 "𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞" 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 ❅ all santiago “pope” garcia ❅ all santiago smut ❅ all santiago fluff ❅ all santiago angst

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 "𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝" 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ❅ all will miller ❅ all will smut ❅ all will fluff ❅ all will angst

[campingwiththecharmings]

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

(thanks for your patience y'all, i’m so sorry it's taking so long to post these. working on getting recs for august-october out as well ❤️)

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

Born to Run (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @romanarose

out of sight, out of mind (Poe Dameron x Reader) -@eyelessfaces

🔥Birthday Cake (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Relief (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @ivystoryweaver

Neighborly (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

The Little Spoon (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @the-little-ewok

Moon Knight

Heat of the Night (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Popsicle (Marc Spector x Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

🔥Dirty Dancing (DBF!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥pornstar!moon-boys x fluffer!reader - @runa-falls

Tempest (Marc Spector x Reader) - @the-little-ewok

the love bite (Steven Grant x Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥Bossy Boy (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥the other guy (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @runa-falls

The Honey Girl (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥The Sweetest Gift (Mafia Boss!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥Scent (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥Always Yours, Never Mine (Yandere!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Honey-Sweet (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @fettuccin-e

🔥uh-huh (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @l13

🔥Halo (Miguel O'hara x AI!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥It's Always Been You (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥Good Girl (Professor!Miguel O'Hara x Stripper Student!F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥Miguel O'Hara x Pierced!Spider-girl!Reader - @runa-falls

🔥Stubborn (Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Woman!Reader) - @oharahive

🔥Beg (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥Surrender (sub!Mugiel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @romanarose

Triple Frontier

bloom for me (Regency!Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh

🔥Say my name (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @writefightandflightclub

🔥(Im)Patience (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

🔥Every inch of you (Santiago Garcia x Plus Size!F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

Midnight Picnic (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

The Two Faces of January

🔥the adults are talking (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh (part of the Oxford Comma series❤️)

Sucker Punch

🔥Filthy (Asylum!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Role Reversal (Sub!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Narcos

Summer Song (Javier Peña x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

The Last of Us

Crush (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Catching (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector

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

[artemiseamoon]

The Firehouse (one shot)

TF boys x f reader ** ( curvy to plus short reader) 

* *a gift for us short and curvy to plus ladies

Words: 1,075

Credit to GIF owners

Warnings: mention of an ex, broken engagement, one night stand, vibrator

About: Life in your new city grows even more exciting when you reunite with a familiar face.

TAGS none / check @artemiseamoon-updates

AN: Can’t stop thinking about this, so jotting it down. :) And yes I made Tom Rick flag. Cause fuck that other Tom.

Getting to know your new city was fun, everything was exciting and new. Only two weeks in it felt like you always belonged here. From the moment you signed on your new apartment, everything fell into place. Was this city a good luck charm, maybe, and you weren’t complaining about it.

After a month you felt ready to start dating again. You felt some minor apprehension about the whole app thing. You met both of your previous exes in person and the last time you used an app, all you had to show for it was a string of very disappointing dates.

That was two years ago, two years after your ex-fiance showed his true colors. You focused your time on other things, putting your love life on the back burner as you mended your wounds.

You came out of those two years a more empowered version of yourself, but it was lonely and part of you was afraid to dive into relationship land again. Dating, lighlty, seemed like the best bet and you were long overdue for the exciting sex life you always wanted. There was only so much your vibrator could do, now you needed the real thing.

One night stands weren't really your style, but you loved hearing your friends stories about it. The one and only time you indulged was right after you kicked out your ex. Your besties took you on a spontaneous girls trip to NYC for an extended weekend. It was fun, hectic, exciting.

On the first night, at the second bar you met him. Beautiful deep olive skin, brown eyes, dark hair; he was handsome and sulty. You couldn’t recall his name, not really, it was something with an S but you remembered in great detail the 5 hours you spent together that night. This guy, of all people, was the last person you imagined you’d run into. But you do.

…

Taking a different route home, you decide to pass by the firehouse to catch a glimpse. Living five blocks away you’d hear the truck sometimes but never saw the men. Maybe there was something in the air, maybe you were feeling extra feral that day but you were hoping to catch a glimpse of some eye candy.

Making a left, you continue down the street when a familiar laugh meets your ears. In your mind you try to place it, where have you heard that laugh before? Who was that?

It doesnt take long to match the laugh with the man. At first you see the back of his head, his strong shoulders, the way the black shirt fits like skin. You even notice the way his ass looks in his blue jeans. You barely notice the guy he’s talking to.

Memories come back like little bits of a movie. New York. That bar in LES. The way he ran his hand through his hair. That voice -

Just as you pass by him, he turns to look at you. That charming smile and the lines at the corner of his eyes as he grins make you stop in place. Pleasantly surprised, you rest your hands on your hips and look him over,

“Wow.” You mouth the word.

He takes a step away from his friend and comes to you. His eyes move over your body slowly, he savors every single second of it and you feel the sexiest you’ve felt in two years. The guy he was talking to goes back into the firehouse.

“It’s you.” He grins.

You moisten your lips and lean back slightly, to get a better view of him, “What are the chances.”

He moves a little closer then stops, “Santi.” he points at himself.

You chuckle and fiddle with the strap of your bag,

“I remember.” You lie but throw a flirtatious smile on it. He laughs, like he knows you’re lying and shrugs playfully.

When your name leaves his lips, body memories rush back from that night and the way his body felt against yours. Then, in that moment you feel a little bad for forgetting his name. But, to be fair, you had a lot of shit going on at the time. 

“You live by here?” Santi asks, inching closer.

“Yeah about 5 block - “  Before you could finish another man pokes his head out of the firehouse. His presence makes Santi alert, he looks back at him.

“You ready?” The man asks. He briefly glances at you then back at Santi.

“Yeah.” Santi and the man share a knowing look before he disappears back into the house. Santi turns his attention back to you, “I hate to walk away but Captain calls.”

You wink at him and take a step back. Santi flashes a smile and goes inside.

…

You couldn’t get Santi out of your mind. What were the chances you’d end up blocks away from his firehouse? Did it mean something? Was this a sign?

Over the next two days you entertain the idea of walking pass again, but you don’t want to seem desprate, so you wait. It’s not until the third day that you think about going for real. You change out of your work clothes into your best pair of jeans, tight tshirt and your leather jacket. After checking yourself out in the mirror, you leave the house.

You barely step out of the building when the loud sound of a bike roars up the street. The guy on the bike comes to a stop infront of your building. He gets off the bike and kneels down, checking out this tire.

The hot tall blonde curses under his breath before standing up again. As he does, you can see how tall he actually is and nearly gasp aloud. His wide shoulders, big hands, strong arms…your eyes dont know where to land there's just so much of him.

Then he catches you. When those blue eyes meet your own you hold your breath,

“Hey.” His voice is smooth, calming.

You nod, forgetting how to speak or use words. His eyes move over your body, then raise back up to your face. He flashes a heartstopping smile before mounting the bike again.

You unzip your jacket, suddenly feeling flushed with heat. The stanger glances at you once more and you wave him off as he drives away.

That good feeling you had about this place, well that just got even sweeter.

More triple frontier (with links to each guy)