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illicit affair

Dad’s Best Friend!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x f!reader

Summary: Following your intimate encounter with your dad’s best friend, Santiago, during your family’s Thanksgiving gathering, the two of you pick back up where you left off when you visit home again for Christmas—though your covert rendezvous doesn’t quite go as planned.

Word Count: 3.3k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, minimal plot mainly filth, DBF!Santiago, implied age gap (reader is of age), masturbation, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), anal fingering, rimming, reference to anal sex, creampie, squirting, cum eating, spit kink, praise kink, choking kink, rough sex, dirty talk

A/N: This is a sequel to cut the brakes. If you want context on "what happened at Thanksgiving," read that first! This and all of my other spirals over DBF!Santi are forever dedicated to my beloved @welcometostayingawake.

While you’d anticipated sneaking away to see Santiago during your trip home to spend the holidays with your family…this turn of events certainly wasn’t in your itinerary.

Initially, after the clamor of festivities at your dad’s house on Christmas, you’d had every intention of feigning plans with hometown friends for the days that followed—plans that would actually find you nestled up at Santi’s house, during which time he’d hopefully make good on all of the wanton promises he’d made over the phone following your Thanksgiving adventures. Your vibrator was nearly on its last leg after vigorous daily use at this point, the silicone finding a familiar home lodged deep inside of your wet cunt every evening as your phone screen lit up with videos of Santiago fisting his thick cock.

Santi had found a reasonable excuse to politely decline your dad’s invite to Christmas dinner, if only because he could in no way promise that he’d be able to resist fucking you right there in your childhood bedroom while your family unknowingly mingled in the living room. The mere thought sent excitement racing down your spine, but you knew you had to play it safe if you wanted this to continue. He was your dad’s best goddamn friend, after all. God forbid your grandmother accidentally mistake your room for the bathroom and find the man balls deep inside of you.

So yeah, you’d save your long-awaited fuck fest for the privacy of Santiago’s house. Where you could scream as loudly as you wanted to whilst he pounded you into the mattress.

…at least that’s what you thought.

Until your dad invited you along for a Boxing Day visit to Santiago’s, in lieu of his absence from the prior evening’s celebrations. A visit which unfortunately coincided with a snowy morning that rapidly evolved into an outright blizzard by the afternoon, the hazardous road conditions therefore preventing you from leaving.

Snowed in with your father and Santiago?

What could possibly go wrong?

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You ran a hand over the sleek black comforter neatly tucked across Santiago’s large mattress, your mind spinning at the thought that you were about to sleep in his bed for the very first time with your father in the room just across the hall. And Santi wasn’t even there with you.

When it became clear that you wouldn’t be getting out the door anytime soon due the amount of snow that continued to accumulate in the streets with not a single plow in sight, Santiago had offered up his bedroom and his guest room to the two of you. Your father was quick to say he’d take the couch, but Santi insisted otherwise. And when he proceeded to head upstairs to clear out the abundant clutter in the spare bedroom, which he rarely used, your dad casually waved him off as he told him not to bother. He, personally, didn’t mind the mess, and you could just take Santi’s bedroom to make things easier. You hadn’t dared even steal a glance over in his direction when your father said that, face burning with the downright irony of the situation at hand.

Sighing, you allowed yourself to collapse onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows and inhaling the warm scent of Santiago’s cologne. You rolled onto your side, your body pressing into the edges of a hard lump nestled beneath the covers. Curious, you pulled the blanket down, fingers closing around a rectangular box tied shut with a large, pink bow. You tugged at the silky material and opened the lid to find a lacy lingerie set with an index card placed on top of it.

Merry Christmas, cariño.

Breath hitching in your throat, you brushed your fingers over the material, a thrill running down your spine. Of fucking course he would do this.

A few moments later, your clothes were left discarded on the floor as you slipped on Santiago’s gift, turning sideways to admire the way the lingerie looked on your body. Glancing back over at the soft, rumpled sheets on the bed, an idea occurred to you, prompting you to climb back onto the mattress.

Santiago may not have the opportunity to fuck you in this bed tonight, but you’d certainly be getting off one way or another. You ran a hand down your throat and over your breasts, teasing at your peaked nipples, which were nearly on full display through the sheer bra. Sliding your fingers inside of the material, you arched your back into your own touch, imagining that the sting of pleasure that pinching your nipples elicited was from Santiago’s teeth as he latched his mouth onto your tits.

Your thighs fell open as you trailed your hand along your stomach, fingers flirting with the waistband of the panties that just barely covered your mound and your ass. But before allowing yourself unfettered access to your aching cunt, you reached toward the nightstand for your phone, opening up the camera.

You snapped several photos, including a shot of your breasts while you sucked on your fingers, your ass on full display with nothing but a thin strap of material running between your cheeks, and the sticky arousal that had already leaked through your panties, coating the inside of your thighs. Santiago had received plenty of suggestive photos of you recently, but the chance to shamelessly tease him while you were sprawled out across his mattress, knowing he couldn’t come upstairs and fuck you, was something you couldn’t pass up.

Swiping over to the video feature, you propped the phone up on a pillow for a full-frontal view of your leaking cunt as you hooked a finger in the fabric, pulling the panties aside and inserting your middle finger into your fluttering hole. You moaned as you realized just how wet you were already, the digit sliding through your tight walls with no resistance, and you quickly slid another finger in.

Downstairs, Santi shifted from where he was sprawled out on the couch, lifting up his phone and squinting in the darkness of the living room to glance at the bright screen. His mouth went dry as he swiped a finger to reveal the gallery of images you’d sent to him, showing off that you’d indeed found the gift he’d stashed under the covers for you.

He scrolled through the pictures, cock stiffening heavily in his sweatpants at the way the lingerie left little to the imagination, showing off the dips and curves of your nearly naked body. Groaning, his hand found its way into his boxers when he opened the video of you finger fucking yourself, and he gripped his shaft tightly at the slick, squelching noises that accompanied your needy moans.

“Santi”

At the sound of you whimpering his name, he dropped the phone face down in his lap, biting down hard on his knuckles as he fisted his length, jerking his hips upward, mind wandering with the temptation of climbing the stairs two at a time and stuffing his cock inside of you without preamble.

He’d spent far too many nights jerking off to nothing but your text messages in the time since he’d seen you last—he’d even gone so far as to excuse himself from the table when he made the mistake of opening a particularly filthy photo of a dildo stuffed into your ass while he was out for lunch with your father last week, rushing to the bathroom to sloppily fuck his fist (while also sending you a photo of the way he’d accidentally splattered his cum all over the stall afterward).

Santi was nearing the point of desperation now—he needed to feel the way your tight cunt choked down his fat cock as he slid inside of you. He needed to hear your broken sobs in his ear as he kept fucking you through your first orgasm and right into the next without stopping. He needed see the cock drunk expression on your face as he pumped you full of cum over and over.

He was halfway through entertaining of the thought of how quickly he’d be able to escape the wrath of your father's fists if were to walk into the bedroom to find Santi fucking his daughter when he froze upon hearing a creaking sound up on the stairs. Hastily pulling his hand out of his pants, he sat up, only to be greeted by the side of you slinking your way across the room and over to the couch.

“Is that my shirt?”

You offered him a wry grin, doing a twirl for effect, the unbuttoned dress shirt fanning out to reveal the lingerie set you wore beneath.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he muttered, running a hand over his face, cock throbbing in his boxers. “Come here.”

He beckoned you toward him, and you swiftly climbed into his lap, immediately pressing down against the erection straining at the front of his pants. He slipped his hands inside of the shirt you’d pilfered from his closet, running them up your sides before scooping your breasts into his palms. You arched into his touch, rocking your hips against him.

Leaning in, he ran his teeth over the shell of your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “Did you touch yourself in my bed?”

His breath was hot as it ghosted along the side of your neck, and you shivered as you admitted, “I...may have made a bit of a mess."

Santi snaked a hand between your bodies, cupping your mound to feel the wet, sticky remains of your orgasm. He pushed your panties aside just enough to dip a finger into your sensitive entrance, scooping up a glob of cum and licking it off.

“Good girl,” he murmured, cupping the side of your face and leaning in to kiss you.

Your chest heaved as his lips finally slotted against yours, quickly engulfing your mouth as he loosely wrapped a hand around your throat.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, you asked, “Should we go upstairs?”

Santi chuckled against your lips, brushing a thumb along your bottom lip. “No, because I think you want me to fuck you right here on this couch. That’s why you came down here, isn’t it?”

Heat flared in your gut as his gaze burned into yours, knowing all too well that after your risky romp in your dad’s backyard, part of you wanted to chase that thrill again. And you knew that if you told him that’s what you wanted, he’d do it.

So you nodded.

He reached up, sliding the shirt off of your shoulders and letting it fall to the ground as he leaned in, mouthing the space between your breasts.

“Get up, and bend yourself over the arm of the couch.”

His tone brokered no room for argument, so you clambered out of his lap, padding across the carpet and grabbing a throw pillow before folding your body over the side of the couch.

But before he could get up to follow, you reached out and placed a hand on his wrist from where he was still seated. “Wait.”

You let your hand trail over his thighs, pressing the heel of your palm into his erection, and he quickly understood what exactly you were getting at. Santi shifted so that he was kneeling on the cushion in front of you, and he tugged his t-shirt up and out of the way as you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, mouth watering at the sight of his thick cock as it sprang free. He sucked in a breath as you darted out your tongue to lap up the precum dribbling down the tip.

Santi’s hand came to rest at the back of your head as your lips parted around his cock, slowly taking him into the wet heat of your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his length, swallowing him as deeply as you could and glancing up at him to make eye contact as you reached out to play with his balls.

Santi groaned, fingertips pressing into your scalp. “Can’t believe you can take my whole cock in that pretty little mouth. If I didn’t want your pussy so bad right now, I’d fuck your throat till you were choking on my cum.”

Clenching your thighs together as a fresh wave of arousal trickled through your body, you continued to bob on his shaft, saliva running down your chin as your lips engulfed him. After a few moments, Santi pulled himself out of your mouth before you drove him over the edge, sliding off of the couch and coming to stand behind you.

He began to firmly massage the globes of your ass with both hands before pulling aside the material of the thong nestled between your cheeks and spreading them wide. You dug your fingers into the couch cushion below you at the sound of Santiago spitting, letting out a huff of air as the glob landed right on your exposed tight ring of muscle.

“I was out to eat with your dad when you sent me that photo of you fucking yourself in the ass with a dildo, sweetheart,” he casually stated as he ran a finger over your puckered rim.

“I know,” you gasped out.

He tutted. “Maybe I should take you to the same restaurant this week. I’ll show you the bathroom stall where I had to go jerk off, and I'll stuff my dick in your tight little hole right there. You can spend the rest of lunch feeling my cum dripping out of your ass.”

You whimpered as he slowly began to press his finger past the rim. “Please.”

“I’ll fuck your needy cunt in my truck after, too. And then you can go back to your dad’s house and act like both of your fucked out holes aren’t full of his best friend’s cum,” he gritted out, voice wavering slightly as he slipped his entire finger into your ass.

Despite his initial reservations about your arrangement, Santiago had clearly reached the point of no return, prepared to embrace just how fucked up this entire situation was.

A sound of surprise left you at the feeling of him reaching down with his other hand to run his fingers through your folds before thrusting two of them into your entrance. You tugged the throw blanket down from where it was laying on the back of the couch, biting down hard on the edge of the material as Santi squeezed another digit into your ass, fingering both of your wet holes with fervor.

“You like having both of your holes filled, don’t you?” he questioned, voice rough.

“Feels so fucking good, Santi,” you nearly sobbed.

He worked a third finger into your cunt and your ass, and it took all of your willpower not to shout.

“Come for me again before I fuck you, cariño.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. As he crooked a finger tightly inside of your pussy, the steady thrum of pleasure coiling deep in your gut unfurled rapidly, the ache between your thighs blooming white-hot as your climax gushed out of you—literally.

“Oh fuck,” Santi moaned appreciatively as clear liquid squirted out of your cunt, dripping down his arm.

Cock throbbing painfully with need at the sight, he hastily tugged you back onto the couch, placing you so that you were kneeling on the cushions and facing the back of it. He unclasped your bra, greedily palming at your naked breasts before reaching down and tearing your panties in two.

“I liked those!” you protested, whispering loudly.

He leaned in, biting the side of your neck. “I’ll buy you more, if you’re good.”

You wiggled your ass against his cock, feeling it brush against your cheeks. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

Santi smirked, gently grabbing your chin and turning your head to the side to face him while wrapping his other hand around your neck. “That’s my girl. Now open for me.”

Clearly, your late night pleas via text message for Santi to “make you his little slut and spit in your mouth” weren’t forgotten, because the moment you parted your lips for him, he tightened his grip around your throat as he spat a glob of saliva into the back of your throat.

After you swallowed, he brought his lips to meet yours, kissing you hard as he reached down to line his cock up with your dripping entrance. You let your thighs spread further apart as he began to sink into your cunt, both of you groaning softly in unison at the feeling of him bottoming out inside of your slick walls.

He slowly pulled out of you, taking his time to let you adjust to his girth, but he paused as you pleaded, “Be rough with me, Santi.”

Running a thumb along the curve of your jaw, he warned, “You have to be quiet though.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to shut me up,” you retorted, roughly pushing back against him and rapidly sheathing his length in the warmth of your cunt once more.

He hummed thoughtfully, trailing two fingers along your cheek before swiping them across your lips. You darted your tongue out, licking the digits before taking them into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he crooned, pushing his fingers further in, urging you to suck on them as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts, hips snapping against your own.

A wave of heat spread under your skin as you desperately sucked on Santiago’s fingers, saliva running down your chin while he pounded into you, massaging your inner walls with his thick shaft at a brutal pace. Your nerves were on fire, and it was all you could do to keep from moaning as he jackhammered into you, the couch groaning in protest with each vigorous thrust.

He reached down with his free hand, and you gagged on the fingers lodged in your mouth as he slid two fingers back into your ass while he continued to roughly fuck you against the cushions. At that, you began to lose your composure, legs trembling and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you tried not to cry out. Feeling the telltale tightening of your muscles, Santi took his fingers back from where your lips were wrapped around them, instead clapping his hand firmly over your mouth to muffle the wail of pleasure bubbling up in your throat as your orgasm punched through you.

Hips stuttering, Santi plunged into you several more times before his own climax overtook him, and he left his pulsing cock stuffed inside of you, filling you to the brim with every last drop of cum that your cunt greedily milked from his shaft.

Once he was spent, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade as you both tried to catch your breath. When you eventually attempted to move, he shook his head, holding you in place as he pulled away from you, and you could feel as his cum began to leak from your hole, dripping down your thighs. Confused, you glanced back, only to catch a glimpse of the wink he tossed your way before leaning in, lapping broad strokes through your sensitive folds. You shivered at the overstimulation, the feeling of his tongue probing your entrance both too much and not enough all at once.

Santi froze as a creaking sound echoed from the hallway upstairs, and he cursed, quickly climbing up onto the couch and pulling you down, trapping you between his body and the cushions as he covered you both with a blanket. Your breath caught in your throat at the sound of your father descending the stairs, and you dared not breathe as Santi gripped your hips tightly while footsteps could be heard in the kitchen. Obscured by the darkness of the living room and the thick blanket you were burrowed beneath, you thought you’d probably be fine...as long as you didn’t move until your dad went back to bed.

—but Santiago clearly couldn’t resist a challenge.

He trailed a hand down your chest, cupping your mound, and you bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to hold back the whimper he almost drew out of you as he sunk two fingers back into your cunt.

“I want you to come for me one more time," he murmured.

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rhoorl · 8 months

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Delta Landscaping | Chapter 3: Watch the Show

Series Summary: In this AU, the boys of Delta Force start a new business post-Colombia.

Rating: Explicit (18+) - putting this here as a blanket rating even though it doesn't apply to all chapters

Word Count: 4.4k

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Chapter Summary: Connor and the boys fix Lucille’s fence giving the Neighborhood Watch its first opportunity for an in-person thirst fest.

A/N: Thank you again for all of the love on the first two chapters. I am having a lot of fun writing this and interacting with you!

BMW Group Chat

Will: Hey. Benny said that Connor wanted to come over and help with Ms. Lucille’s fence.

Megan: Yeah - you guys good with that?

Will: Affirmative. Wheels up is 0800 if he wants in on the Home Depot run.

Benny: Cool it Captain America. 🙄 Megan does 8 a.m. work tomorrow for him?

Megan: 😂 Yeah I’ll let him know. I think he’s looking forward to it.

Benny: Sweet! We’ll probably use Frankie’s truck but Connor can ride with me if that’s cool with you.

Megan: Yeah sounds good! About what time do you think you’ll start working?

Will: Probably a little after 9, shouldn’t take too long to get the stuff.

Megan: Ok cool.

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Neighborhood Watch Group Chat

Megan: ⚠️⚠️ Will said the guys should start working on Lucille’s by 9 tomorrow.

David: HELL YES! Who’s bringing what? Ty and I can bring mimosas. 🍾

Olivia: I can go for a donut run in the morning on the way back from soccer with the boys.

Melissa: I got the fruit salad! 🍓🍍🍉🥭

Katie: Anyone want a fancy coffee? I’ll run to Starbucks … just text me what you want.

Megan: Cool, it’s settled. See you all tomorrow!

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“You ready for today?” Megan sipped on her coffee, trying to sound nonchalant while eyeing Connor as he rolled into the kitchen.

“Yeah, should be fun.” He made a beeline to the fridge, grabbed a jug of orange juice, and turned around to inhale the breakfast Megan made for him – scrambled eggs and bacon. “Thanks, Mom!”

Bucky was immediately at Connor’s feet, looking up at him, begging for food.

“Despite what he tells you, I already fed him today. And I gave you a slice of bacon, mister!” Megan shook her head at the greedy pup before heading to the sink to rinse off her plate.

While her back was turned, Connor raised his fingers to his lips making a shushing motion as he snuck the pup half a piece of bacon.

He cleared his throat to cover up the sound of Bucky scarfing down the treat. “So, these guys used to be in the military or something?”

“Yea. Will says they were in for like almost 20 years or something but retired a few years ago. With that being said they’re probably punctual as hell so don’t be late!”

“Yes, mom. I’ll head over there right after I get a few more bites.”

After he finished his breakfast, Connor grabbed his phone and wallet, gave his mom a kiss, and gave Bucky some head scratches. He looked at the time, smiling that he was 15 minutes early.

As he walked over to 319 Mulefall Court, he saw a green truck pull up. He recognized the two men who got out, they were Benny and Will’s friends, but he just couldn’t remember their names. The taller guy was in jeans and a gray T-shirt with a blue baseball cap and aviators. The other guy, who was a bit shorter, wore black shorts and a white V-neck shirt that was a bit tighter fitting than the taller man’s shirt.

Benny walked out of the garage and greeted the two men with a handshake and hug and was dressed comfortably in black and white basketball shorts, a cutoff concert tee, and a black backward baseball cap. He spotted Connor walking over and waved at the boy.

“Hey, bud!” Benny called over. “You're early, nice!”

“Ha yea, I uh… I didn’t want you all waiting up.”

“All good. Hey I’m not sure if you’ve officially met them but these are my friends Frankie and Santi – or Fish and Pope, whatever’s easier for ya,” he chuckled.

“Nice to meet you boss,” Santiago extended his hand for a firm handshake.

“We’re excited to have an extra set of hands,” Frankie smiled, giving the boy a handshake too.

“Well, thanks for the invite.”

“You know, for being the one always up my fucking ass about being on time, Will is late. Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to swear in front of you. Fuck!" Benny smacked himself on the forehead laughing.

“Ha, it’s all good. I won’t tell my mom if you won't,” Connor winked.

“Good man!” Pope chuckled, slapping Connor playfully on the shoulder as they all laughed.

“Hi, Connor!” a soft voice called from across the street.

Connor turned to see Aria walking her dog. He tensed and immediately felt his face getting red. Aria was one of the prettiest girls in school and also his biggest crush.

“Uh…h-hey Aria!” He rubbed the back of his neck, giving a small wave.

“I like your dog!” Benny called over. “Is that a Rhodesian Ridgeback?”

“Yea! No one ever knows what kind of dog he is.” She was impressed at the man’s astute observation.

“Yeah, we used them on missions before. Those dogs are badass!” Benny smiled.

Aria stopped as her dog sniffed the grass, looking over to Connor and the men in the driveway. “Um…you all off to do something fun?”

Connor was frozen and didn’t know what to do. He felt tongue-tied, intimidated by her and the three men behind him who were most likely scrutinizing his every move and probably ready to make fun of him when this encounter was all over.

I bet none of them have trouble talking to girls.

What he couldn’t see was that the three men behind him were exchanging looks and smirks, remembering what it was like to be in high school, faced with talking to a pretty girl. Hell, depending on the woman they still acted that way.

Frankie gave Pope a nod, using the unspoken language they had mastered after decades of friendship.

Pope cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah actually we are. Connor here is helping us build a fence!”

“Build a fence? Wow, cool!” Aria smiled, looking directly at Connor.

“Yeah, he does a lot of work for Ms. Lucille. It was his idea to have us help, wasn’t it Connor?” Benny came up, slapping a hand on the boy's shoulder.

“Uh.” Connor glanced over to Benny who gave him a look and a squeeze to the shoulder. “Uh, ye-yea. It’s not a big deal, should be pretty easy.”

“Cool, well, don’t work too hard. I’ll see you around!” she waved and continued on her walk.

Connor immediately turned around and took what felt like his first breath in minutes. Benny’s arm was around his shoulder and he braced for the guys to give him a hard time before seeing Will come out of the garage.

“Hey, Connor! Sorry guys, I was talking to Joel. Ready to go?” Will smiled, walking over to give the boy a handshake.

“Yeah, let’s do it! I like your shirt,” Connor pointed to Will’s blue Tampa Bay Lightning dri-fit shirt.

“Thanks, man, you ever go to a game?”

“I’ve only been to like two, but I’ll catch them on TV when I can.”

The guys chit-chatted with Connor for a few more minutes before Benny cut in.

“Ok, so since there’s five of us, I figure we could take two cars. Fish, you good driving Will and Pope? I’ll take Connor.”

All the men nodded and got into their respective vehicles.

Benny didn’t say anything to Connor as they got into his car and buckled in. He reversed down the driveway and headed for the entrance of the neighborhood.

As they reached a stop sign he looked over to Connor, “So…you like her?”

“Who?” Connor kept facing forward, but his eyes darted around. He wasn’t really used to talking about girls with anyone.

“That girl with the Rhodesian. You think she’s pretty right?”

“Uhh…”

“Dude, you practically froze,” he chuckled, glancing over to see the boy was clearly nervous. “Hey, it’s all good, man I get like that too. A pretty girl will have that effect on you no matter how old you are.”

“Really?”

“Ha yea. One time, I got so nervous to walk up to a girl at a bar that I tripped and fell flat on my face,” he laughed. “But it worked out for me, I still got her number," he smirked at the memory. "There’ve been times we’ve had to practically push Fish over to a girl to get her number, the guy gets so shy. Oh and don’t even get me started on Pope. You see the guy and he looks like he’s super suave and shit, but he's had his moments too. Don’t let him fool you,” he glanced over with a wink.

Connor let out a nervous laugh. “Ha, yeah…I like her…I’ve liked her for a while.”

“Then why don’t you ask her out? Do you have her number? Is that a thing you even do anymore or do you like message on social media or something?”

“Ha, yeah I have her number.”

“Ok, and?”

"Well, for starters, she's older than me. She's gonna be a senior this year."

"Ooo an older woman? Nice," he winked. "Nothing wrong with going out with someone older than you. Still doesn’t explain why you just can’t ask her out."

“I can’t, man. She…she…what if she says no.”

“Well, what if she says yes?” Benny glanced over. “Does she have a boyfriend or something?”

“No, at least I don’t think so…I think she and one of my teammates were talking last year.”

“But not anymore right?” Connor shook his head. “Ok, then!”

“I don’t know. She probably isn’t even into me, you should see my teammate. He looks like a younger version of Will…not that I'm calling him old or anything,” Connor chuckled.

As they reached the stoplight Benny assessed the boy in his passenger seat. He couldn’t really tell based on the baggy Orlando Magic T-shirt, but it looked like Connor was a bit on the skinny side. He could relate, he was a string bean when he was younger, so he could only imagine what Connor felt like comparing himself to other guys, especially if his teammate did in fact look like a younger version of his brother.

“Do you lift?"

Connor nodded, "Yeah I try, don't really know what I'm doing though … clearly." He motioned to his bicep.

"Wanna…wanna start working out with me?

Connor looked over at him confused, “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, like this summer, do you want to start working out with me? I was a personal trainer for a little while and I did some MMA fighting too for a bit, so I know my way around a gym,” he offered with a smile.

“Uh, y-yea that would be cool.”

“Nice, well we’ll figure something out,” Benny continued as he turned into the Home Depot parking lot. “Welp looks like we’re here.”

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“Lulu, where are you?” Megan called as she walked into Lucille’s home. She knew the rest of the crew would be showing up any minute.

“In here,” Lucille called from the kitchen.

“I should have known,” Megan mumbled to herself as she made her way to the kitchen.

When she turned the corner, she saw Lucille arranging some muffins and pastelitos on a tray.

“We’re going to have so much food!”

“Well, don’t look in the fridge, then” Lucille smirked. “I made some things for lunch for the boys… papa rellenas and croquettes, and of course empanadas for Benny. I just need to fry it all up. Don’t say anything to David, he’ll want to take it all home!”

Right on cue, they heard the door open, knowing instantly it was David and Ty based on the noise.

“We’re here bitches! Let’s get this thirst fest started!” David shouted in a sing-song manner as he and his partner made their way into the kitchen. “We brought a few different juices - orange, pineapple, and your favorite Lulu, guava!” He said, kissing Lucille on the cheek as he set several containers on her counter.

“I also brought my binoculars,” Ty showed off a large pair of binoculars he used for birdwatching.

“Eres demasiado.” Lucille shook her head as she wiped her hands on her apron and gave the man a kiss on the cheek.

Megan laughed, amused at the two characters who just walked in.

David and Ty had been together for 10 years and moved into Torrey Hills a few years ago. At first, they were quiet and kept to themselves, unsure how the neighbors would feel about a gay couple living next door. Suburban Tampa was a bit different than Miami, where they previously called home.

They were excited but a bit nervous when Megan and Lucille invited them over for coffee for the first time. But the four of them quickly became thick as thieves, even Julio found the little posse’s antics hilarious.

“Knock, knock!” Melissa was the next to arrive, with her elaborate fruit salad in tow. “I haven’t missed anything yet, right?”

“No, girl, they are still out at Home Depot,” Ty said as he poured her a mimosa. “Light on the juice, just how you like it,” he winked.

Olivia came frantically through the door a few moments later with an assortment of donuts.

“Where’s Diana? I was hoping for some baby cuddles,” Lucille pouted, seeing Olivia sans her nine-month-old.

“She’s taking a nap. Chris is watching CJ and Max, leaving momma to have the morning to herself!” She smiled and greedily reached for the mimosa Ty made for her.

“Where the hell is Katie?” Megan asked, looking at her phone to see if Katie backed out.

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“Ugh, I should have asked for another tray,” Katie mumbled to herself as she parked her car. She walked over to her passenger side door and grabbed the tray of drinks along with a few bags of breakfast sandwiches and pastries.

She decided to walk over to Lucille’s since it was only a few houses over. She had just reached the porch when she heard a couple of cars pull up.

Shit. I knew I should have gotten here earlier.

“Hey, Katie!” Benny called over to her from the car window he had rolled down.

“H-hi Benny!”

“What’re doing here? You all having a party while we work?” he chuckled as he got out of the car.

She saw Connor and then turned to notice Will, Frankie, and Santiago getting out of a truck, all smiling and waving at her. Will, in particular, looked over at her curiously and she was thankful for her sunglasses so he couldn’t see that she was checking him out.

“Uh, yeah something like that. It’s been a while since we got together and uh…we…uh… wanted to keep an eye …things…like…Connor,” it was the best she could muster and she immediately regretted it.

“Keep an eye on me?” Connor asked confused.

“Oh, not in a bad sweetie, uh…” she was getting more flustered. “There’s some stuff I need help with around my house too so, uh, we figured we’d see how you do. Might need to hire your little crew here,” she smiled hoping she had recovered.

“So, like a trial run of our services, then?” Will smirked.

“Uh, y-yea, something like that. I should probably get inside. If David’s sandwich gets any colder he’s going to freak the fuck out. Shoot, sorry Connor,” she blushed, turning quickly and dashing up the steps.

Once she got inside, she slammed her back against the door, trying to catch her breath.

“Katie?” Megan asked as she walked around the corner. “There you are! Wait…what happened?”

“Ugh, the line was long and I knew I was running late and was trying to get back here before they did, but I didn’t and shit, I was awkward as fuck in the driveway. And now they know that we’re all here,” she rambled.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you chug six espressos on the way over here? It’s all good. Besides, I wasn’t trying to hide the fact that we were over here, they’re going to be able to see us through the window silly,” she laughed.

Katie let out a breath, realizing she was spiraling. “You’re right. Sorry, Meg.” She smiled.

“C’mon let’s go before David calls dibs on the best seat.”

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“I can’t believe we are watching this … and for free!” David laughed. "This is better than that time we went to the Magic Mike show, right Melissa?"

Once the guys got all of the materials and tools settled in the backyard, they made pretty quick work of mending Lucille’s fence. They took out some of the panels that were rotting or damaged. Will and Frankie taught Connor how to cut the different pieces of wood, while Benny and Santiago sanded some pieces down.

However, the crew inside wasn’t paying attention to the progress of the repairs, instead, they were admiring the view.

“Ok, but like, I’ve never had a thing for forearms before but holy shit,” Melissa said as she reached for one of the guava and cheese pastelitos.

“Those are for the boys!” Lucille slapped her hand as Melissa rolled her eyes.

“Ok, so before today I thought I was more of a Benny guy, but Santiago, phew!” Ty fanned himself. “The shirt is basically like a second skin it is so drenched.” His eyes were pressed to the binoculars.

“I think he has the cutest butt,” Melissa chimed in.

“A Benny guy? It’s like they’re a boy band and you’re picking your favorite member,” Megan threw her head back in laughter.

“I am fully on the Will train, but he’s all yours Katie!” Olivia smirked as Katie blushed.

“Well, we all know who I am a fan of!” David glanced over to the group.

“You just have a curly hair with a hat kink, babe,” Ty teased.

“No! Well… okay, yeah I guess. But his hair baby, look at it. The way it just like peaks out from under his hat. Gimme,” he snatched the binoculars from Ty.

They see Frankie remove his hat, running his fingers through his hair before returning the hat to the top of his head.

“Also the way his sweaty curls are sticking to the back of his neck? Ay yai yai yai! I just want to bite it.”

“He reminds me of my Julio when he was younger,” Lucille cut in, looking at Frankie fondly. “He was quite the stunner, you know.”

The group continued to look on as the guys moved on to start nailing some of the planks in place. Olivia snorted, laughing to herself, the mimosas starting to take their effect.

“What’s so funny?” David asked.

“I mean, I just … my mind is in the gutter, no thanks to you,” she pointed at him. “But, like with them using the nail gun, I can only think of dirty puns.”

“What, like how long it’s been since you've been nailed?” Ty smirked.

“She has three kids, Ty, I think we all know she fucks,” David chuckled.

“Ok, everyone, my son is literally using the nail gun right now, can we not?” Megan put her hands over her ears shaking her head.

“I just think it’s so sweet how they’re including Connor, it would have been so easy to have him do something small but he’s been involved in every step,” Lucille smiled warmly as she looked out of her kitchen window.

"Ugh, yes! They're getting sweatier now. I’ve never been more grateful for the Florida heat," David raised his hands in praise.

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“Ok, that should about do it, I think,” Will said as Connor put the last nail in. He pulled his shirt up, using it to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

“Nice, this looks great. That was fun…Uh, thank you guys. I honestly don’t know if I could have done this on my own.” Connor said as he looked at the four men.

“Oh, I’m sure you would have figured it out, man. You picked things up really fast,” Frankie gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“Do you think our audience liked the view,” Santiago motioned over to Lucille’s back patio.

“Well, you sure were flexing anytime you could Pope. Could you get a tighter shirt next time?” Benny joked as Pope slapped him on the chest.

“I can’t help but put on a show pendejo, especially when I have an audience,” he winked. “And don’t give me shit, your brother was doing it too. I saw you eyeing Katie, Ironhead.”

“See,” Benny said under his breath to Connor, raising his eyebrows.

“She’s…nice. And she needs help with her house. It’s not in as bad of shape as ours, but I can tell she has a few projects just from the outside alone. I can only imagine what’s going on inside.”

“Yea, you’d like to know what it’s like inside, wouldn’t y-, oww!” Santiago yelped as Will hit him upside the head and Frankie shook his head laughing.

“Dude, can you fucking cool it in front of the kid,” Will motioned over to Connor who was doubled over laughing along with Benny at the scene in front of them.

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“Oh shit, Will has a six-pack?!” Ty said from behind his binoculars. “Do you want a look, Katie?”

“I can see just fine from here,” Katie smirked. It was obvious that Will was a fit guy and she was grateful to get a little peak at what he was working with. Although she wasn’t usually attracted to blondes, there was something about Will that she was drawn to.

“It looks like they’re about done, so I’m going to go out there,” Lucille grabbed a tray and a basket with water bottles.

“We can all come!” David started to get up.

“Wait. Maybe just Lulu and I go out there first, we don’t need to overwhelm them with all of this…energy,” Megan chimed in.

“Ok, but we’re all coming out at some point,” Melissa laughed, eyes still focused outside taking in the scene.

_____________________

The glass sliding door opened and Lucille and Megan walked out with water and snacks in hand.

“This looks great, boys. You did amazing,” Lucille beamed, she loved seeing Connor so proud of himself.

“Connor did a great job, he’s a natural, Ms. Lucille!” Benny squeezed the boy's shoulder as he smiled at him.

“Yeah, careful Megan, or we may need him to come over to our place to work on some stuff,” Will added.

“Oh, I’m sure that would be totally fine,” Megan smiled.

“Who are all of your friends?” Santiago motioned toward the house with his chin.

“Ah, that’s our little crew. We get together every now and again, you’ll like them. We’ve become a little family,”

It was true, this specific group of neighbors had become pretty tight-knit, getting together for Super Bowl or Stanely Cup parties, celebrating birthdays, hosting barbecues and game nights, and just generally looking out for one another.

“We actually were thinking of having a pool party soon, you all in?” Megan asked.

“Hell yeah, we’d be down!” Benny smiled, excited to be included.

“Even us? I mean, we aren’t technically neighbors…” Frankie asked.

“Ay, por favor Francisco,” Lucille shook her head, lightly slapping Frankie’s arm.

“Of course! You two basically live here!” Megan chuckled.

“Is it settled, are we down for a pool party?” David yelled from the porch, waving at the group in Lucille’s backyard.

“That’s David,” Megan rolled her eyes, laughing and shaking her head. Turning back to the house she gave a thumbs up, signaling for the rest of the crew to join them.

***

Everyone shook hands with each other and started talking. Will managed to work his way over to where Katie was standing.

"The fence looks great!" Katie glanced over to Will and she surveyed their handiwork. "You just casually know how to fix fences?"

"Ha, well not entirely. I definitely had to call and get some pointers from my cousin, he's a lot handier than I am, but I can manage just fine," he smirked.

"Well, that's good to know," she felt her face getting red.

"So, you said you needed some help around your house? What projects d'you have?"

"Oh, there's a ton. Seriously, I need to get off of Pinterest because every time I open that damn app I add something new to my list," she chuckled.

"Ha yeah, I've heard it has that effect. My...uh…ex used to constantly be on that…" he trailed off as if he was reliving a memory.

"Was she into home repairs too?"

Shaking his head, "Ah no…wedding planning." He picked up the hem of his shirt again, wiping his forehead.

Seeing his stomach up close made Katie's eyes almost bug out of her head, but she tried to keep her cool.

"Ah yea, been there done that."

***

“So, the party is at your place then?” Santiago asked Melissa, lingering a little bit longer with his handshake and eyeing her up and down.

“Uh, yeah, my fiancé and I just finished our pool, so it’s a great excuse to have people over,” she blushed, biting her lip and looking down.

“Oh,” Santiago withdrew his hand. “N-nice, we’re…uh…looking forward to it.”

Melissa snapped out of it and cleared her throat. "Hey everyone, is tomorrow too soon of notice for the party? We can do it next Sunday if that's better?"

A cacophony of "No, tomorrow's great" and "Let's do it" rained down, which then turned into everyone chatting about what to bring. Once everything was settled the Neighborhood Watch crew went inside to clean things up as the boys and Connor collected all of their things.

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"Thanks again for letting me come and help you guys," Connor said after they got everything situated back in Will and Benny's garage. "I had fun."

“You did great, man! And seriously, if you want to help us with other stuff that's cool. Sounds like Katie may have some projects," Will said as he wiped his hands.

"Oh does she, now? Those projects in her bedroom or what?" Benny started to tease his brother, but Will punched him in the stomach. "Ow!"

"You made plans to see what she needs help with?" Santiago raised his eyebrows at Will who shook his head.

*Well, figure it out tomorrow at the pool party then," Frankie shrugged.

As Connor started to head back, Benny stopped him. "Hey, wait. Here gimme your number. I'm serious about what I said earlier. If you wanna get started working out, just let me know, but…don’t feel like you have to." He handed the boy his phone and Connor put his number in.

"Thanks. You aren't going to go all drill sergeant mode on me are you?"

"Ha, nah. I used to train all kinds of people, it's not a one-size-fits-all approach." Benny offered him a warm smile.

"Sweet. Ok, well I guess I'll see you all tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, sounds good. See ya bud!"

Next Chapter

A/N: I can't remember who made the comment that rather than a reader insert this is a group insert, but hopefully the Neighborhood Watch is fulfilling that role! We’re headed to Melissa’s house next for a pool party in the next chapter!

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Mistake - Part 2

Pairing: Frankie Morales, Santiago Garcia, F!reader

Word Count: 2500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I never planned to write a part 2 for Mistake, but so many people asked me for one, I felt compelled to write it! A HUGE thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for literally saving my ass on this one. Seriously, go thank her and while you’re there, binge her writing!

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<<Mistake Part 1<<

It's been 6 weeks since I've talked to Santi or Frankie. I've been begging Santi to talk to me, apologizing to a now full inbox, flooding his phone with texts. He's not as his usual spots whenever I manage to get the courage to try and find him. The guilt has made me physically sick, exhausted all the time from just thinking about it.

And then there's Frankie.

As much as I've tried to reach out to Santi, Frankie has tried to reach me. On one hand, it's hard not to talk to him. He's been my best friend since forever. I've been in love with him nearly that entire time, and apparently the feeling is mutual.

But the way we had to find out was fucked up.

I never wanted to hurt Santi. I do love him, but if I'm being honest with myself, I didn't love him the way he deserves. It's like he was the closest thing I could get to Frankie.

Bile rises in my throat, my stomach churning and I run to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before emptying my breakfast into it. It's been like this for a couple of weeks, my guilt taking over my body physically to match the way my heart feels. All I'd need now to top off this fuck me fest is my period-

Wait. When did I have that last?

I whip out my phone, quickly tapping on my calendar app, looking for the red dots indicating the start of my cycle. Once I find them, I quickly count the weeks and realize I'm nearly a month overdue for my period.

"There's no way."

I skim the calendar, locating the day that we had our combined bachelor/ette parties and…fuck it's totally possible. Fuck fuck fuck!

After I finish vomiting yet again, I manage to get myself out of the house and to the pharmacy up the street, sort of floating through the aisles to pick up a box of pregnancy tests. I silently pay for them and the woman hands me my bag, offering a small smile and a "Good luck," to me under her breath.

I get home and head straight into the bathroom, determined not to drag this out. I'm just sick from the horrible shit I've put Santi through. That has to be it. My mind goes a million places all at once, until the little timer on my phone goes off. Taking a deep breath, I flip the test over.

PREGNANT

I stare at the word as it stares back at me, taking several long seconds before I actually take it what I'm seeing. Pregnant. I'm pregnant. There's a baby in me right now. And it's…

There was only 1 person I had sex with at that time, as Santi and I were on a temporary hiatus until after the wedding.

"Of fucking course!" I yell at the universe, once again throwing a curveball in the path that is my relationship to Frankie.

Frankie. Fuck, what is he going to say? He already has a kid from an ex wife. An ex wife he hates. I don't want to be like her, forcing Frankie into something he doesn't want. But what do I want?

A quick text to my friend and she's coming over for drinks. Well, one of us is drinking anyway.

—-

"I'm sorry, you're what??" My friend Olivia spits out, handing me a napkin for the drink she just spit at me.

"Pregnant."

"Yeah I heard you I just…are you sure?"

I nod. "I took several tests. I have my OB appointment next week and-"

"Wait. You're keeping it?"

I take a breath, eyes scanning my living room. "Yeah."

Olivia looks at me. "You think Santi will come back?"

I play with the condensation on my glass of water. "It's Frankie's."

Olivia slams her hand on the table. "What? From that night?"

I nod and she lets out a whistle. "Are you gonna tell him?"

"I don't-"

Suddenly, I hear footsteps on my porch. Confused, as I wasn't expecting anyone, I get up, Olivia following behind me as I open the door.

"Hey."

My stomach drops completely out as I stare up into the eyes of my ex fiance.

"S-Santi."

His eyes scan my face, dipping quickly down my body. "Can I come in?"

"I uh.. s-sure."

I step back, allowing Santi to come into my home. He gives me a small smile and holds up his finger.

"Wait a sec." He looks back out towards my driveway.

I hear more footsteps on my porch and then he's there, curls flipping out from under a hat, hands in his pockets because he doesn't know how to deal with the tension.

"Come on, man. Don't just stand there." Santi walks past me and grabs his arm, pulling him inside. We all stand there in an awkward silence for several long moments before Santi clears his throat.

"Can we talk?"

"Y-yeah."

Santi follows me into the kitchen, Olivia giving me a questioning look as I pass her. I honestly have no idea what's going on and am having a hard time processing everything that's happening. I offer Santi a drink, but he declines, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms.

"I'm sorry," Santi says with extreme sincerity.

Well that was unexpected.

"What?"

"I've been thinking these last few weeks and I've realized a lot of shit. I love you, querida, and I always will. But I think I loved the idea of you more."

"Again, what?"

"Look, I… I won't lie. When I saw you there with Frankie…that fucking hurt. I mean destroyed me." He puts a hand out as I open my mouth to apologize.

"Just let me talk… anyway, I realized through the pain that what I was missing most was a wife, the commitment to someone to start a life with. Not you, exactly. I mean it…it still fucking hurts, but I'm not… I'm not mad. Anymore.” He takes a moment to gather himself and me? I’m just…I have no words.

“Querida, you deserve someone who loves you for you. Who wants to be with you and not just because it’s easy. Frankie is that. No, don’t look at me like that, he is. I… I knew he was in love with you, even with all the shit that happened with Claire, and I knew how you felt. It wasn’t hard to figure out - you’re both idiots.” He chuckles a little sadly and I feel tears starting to burn at the corners of my eyes. “I really should have never pursued you, but when Frankie got Claire pregnant and then married her, you looked so sad and I just…I wanted to take care of you. Take that hurt away-”

“And you did! You-”

“That’s good to know…Anyway, I reached out to Frankie and he tells me you aren’t talking to him? That you hate him?”

I dab furiously at my eyes, trying to get them to stop leaking, but I nod. “He lied, Santi. We both did. He knew I was c-calling your n-name and he k-kept going. And I f-figured out w-what I was d-doing and started c-calling out his n-name, and I just, Santi I am s-so s-s-sorry, and n-now I c-can’t s-stop c-crying!”

Santi swallows hard, then closes the distance between us, wrapping me in his arms, letting me soak his shirt as my shoulders shake. He shushs me, rocking me slightly to get me to calm down. Eventually, I do, somehow managing to contain myself and these pregnancy hormones.

Ah, fuck. The pregnancy. Do I tell Santi? No, I have to talk to Frankie first.

“Querida, you have to talk to Frankie.”

I look up at him, pushing away from him and wiping my eyes. “No. I-I can’t.”

“If you’re worried about me, don’t be. I didn’t go through all of this self discovery to not have the 2 most important people in my life be together when they’re so very obviously still in love with each other.”

“Santi, I cheated on you with him. I can’t just forget-”

“Look. It wouldn’t have happened if it were anyone else and I know that. I knew better and I shouldn’t have asked you out. Just…talk to him? For me?” He raises his eyebrows at me until I agree. He smiles, giving me one last hug and kissing the top of my head.

I’m still not sure what’s happening, not entirely. Santi showing up and forgiving me was not on my bingo card for this lifetime.

Santi turns and walks out of the kitchen and I follow him, walking into the living area where Olivia and Frankie were making idle chit chat.

“Hey Fish, I’m gonna head out. It’s all good- no. You stay here.” Santi glances up at Olivia and his entire demeanour changes, like he just noticed, really noticed she was here.

“Oh. Uh, yeah I’m heading out too,” Olivia says, meeting Santi’s gaze. “And you can take me to dinner. I’m starving.”

Santi smiles at her. “I’d love to.”

They leave, Frankie and I staring in shock at the closed door for several moments before I shake my head, moving to lock the door. I take a breath and turn around to see Frankie standing there, nervously shifting from foot to foot, lifting the hat from the top of his head and running his fingers through his hair.

Fuck he’s so hot.

“Did…did Santi tell you everything?”

I nod, my arms wrapping around myself. “He did.”

“Kind of wild, wasn’t it?”

“I mean, whatever works for him. He seems to be doing ok.”

“Yeah.”

Silence stretches between us for several long moments.

“Hermosa, I- I’m sorry. Really. I shouldn’t have…I should’ve stopped-”

I sigh. “Yeah, but I knew, Frankie.”

“You what?”

“When you left, I started remembering more. At first I thought you were Santi but I did realize it at some point and then just…changed to saying your name. I wasn’t thinking straight because I love you, and then-”

Frankie’s eyes snap to mine. “You love me?”

“I-” I look at him. Time to confess everything.

“I..do.”

Frankie smiles, but then remembers we’re supposed to be serious, so he drops it. “I love you too.”

I study his face, the worry in his eyes, the patches in his beard. I have to tell him, even if it pushes him away.

"Come sit with me?" I ask nervously, moving around to sit on the couch.

"Yeah. Yeah, ok." Frankie sits next to me, smoothing out his pants several times before settling.

Fuck, this is hard.

"Hermosa, I-"

"I'm pregnant."

Frankie freezes, mouth open mid word as his brain tries to process what I said.

"P-pregnant?"

I nod. "Yup."

Several long moments pass between us, the air charged with tension.

"Well…I.. I hope you and Santi can.. get back together. For the… the baby."

My eyebrows pinch together, my head slightly cooking to the side. "What?"

"Santi. I mean, I know he said he loves the idea of you more, but I think, or hope that would change with you carrying his child."

Oh. He doesn't realize.

"No, Frankie. It's not… the baby is yours."

His eyes grow wide, searching my face for a lie. "Wh-what? Are you sure?"

I nod. "Santi and I had promised no, uh, no sex for the month leading up to the wedding. So-"

"That night."

I nod. "Yup." I emphasize the p sound.

"Listen, Frankie, I've thought about it a lot and… I'm keeping the baby. And you can be as involved as you want or not involved-"

To my surprise, he's smiling, growing wider by the second and his eyes are all watery, like he's holding back tears.

"Frank-"

"We're having a baby?"

"Yes. But did you hear-"

"Together? You and I?"

"Yes, that's what I said. Frankie, are you listening to-"

He lets out a small laugh, the smile lighting up his whole face and I swear he chokes back a "whoop". He takes my hand in his and the warmth from it immediately starts to calm me. His other hand comes up to the side of my face, his large fingers curving around the back of my head as his thumb softly rubs at the skin of my cheek. His eyes move between mine and then down to my lips and before I can think, he's in front of me, our lips just barely out of reach.

"Can I kiss you?" Frankie whispers, and I can't think of anything else besides how much I want him.

"Yes."

His lips push against mine gently, his fingers tightening their grip as he increases the pressure, sliding his tongue into my willing mouth.

"Wait." I push back from him and he trails after me, eyes confused.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No but Frankie, I think we need to talk about the baby in my uterus."

"What's there to talk about?"

My eyebrow raises. "Seriously?"

He smiles, nodding. "I'm all in, hermosa. Always. As much as you'll have me or want me to be."

"But you already have a daughter with someone else."

"So our baby will have a sister already."

"What about Claire?"

Anger flashes in his eyes. "What about her?"

"Will she be ok with this?" I gesture to my stomach. "With us?"

"I don't give a fuck what she thinks of us- wait. There's an us?"

"I-I-" Time to throw your last card on the table, the one you'd never lay down if it wasn't for Santi giving you permission.

"If.. if you don't think me and the baby would cramp your style."

He laughs, smiling wide for a few seconds before his eyes get a little darker, his voice dropping an octave or two.

"I'd put a hundred babies in you if you'd let me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I love you, Hermosa."

—-

With Santi's enthusiastic insistence, we get married a few months after our son is born.

And Santi marries Olivia the following year, starting on that life he always wanted.

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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

#there is a part three coming #yes I am not yet done #current score: 110

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lilkermit14 · 3 years

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Kinktober day 2:

Against a wall || Suspension || Threesome

Frankie Morales x f!reader x Santiago Garcia

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Your girlfriends had joked with you about how you're not gonna be able to get laid at all during your year long deployment. What did they call it––the year of the hand? Bad prediction on their part.

“Merida she’s good at this,” Santi moans, his grip on your head tight as he thrusts in and out of your mouth in tune with Frankie behind you who’s cock is nudging against your cervix. Frankie makes an extra hard thrust against that one spot emphasizing his words, “just as good as her pussy.”

You sob around Santi’s cock, drool dripping down your chin and tears flooding your eyes, feeling so good about being sandwiched between these two men after three months. You were the only woman on Delta Force, recruited as an expert marksman and sniper for the team. Despite being the only girl, you were rarely reminded of the fact by the five men you worked with. Rarely as in only one of them, the leader Tom or rather Redfly, seemed to enjoy the pleasure of reminding you of your “place” whenever you tried to tell him his plan was shit. All the other guys were fine though, the miller brothers––Benny or Big Ben and Will or Ironhead––were quick in becoming your best friends making you wheeze out laughing at their antics.

But the ones that always interested you the most were Frankie named Catfish for his facial hair and Santi referred to as Pope. You could not help but feel attracted to both of them the first time you met them, making you realize it was possible to be attracted to two men at the same time. You were close with both of them but not in the same way as the Miller brothers––it always felt different. After all, they’re the one that gave you your callsign “chica”

It had been a surface level tension until tonight, just something you could somewhat feel with the way their eyes would sometimes rake over you and on the occasions when you brushed one of their arms. They shared the same ideas about you and you had similar ideas about the two of them––but you had no clue if they were interested in sharing.

Your mind at first had crossed off the idea of sharing because you didn’t think Frankie or Santi had any sort of attraction for one another nor shared desire for the same sex. And most guys were opposed to sharing what they claimed as their girl so it felt like you had to choose. Choosing was the most difficult task you ever faced, as you were attracted to both men for a reason. They were both stellar guys in their own way and that made it impossible. Frankie was a sweet but shy pilot that could turn intense in an instant with freckles that dusted his sun kissed skin, broad shoulders, and a well built body that was softer in some parts that only made you desire him more. Pope on the other hand was a confident flirty man that could always make you blush and swoon with his sing-song voice, well built broad frame, and gloriously tan and smooth skin. What made it worse is that both men had the softest plushest lips you had a deep desire to kiss.

Built up with frustration you ended up phoning home to lament to one of your girlfriends over your internal struggle––not sparing any details about what you wish you could do to the men. You had thought you were alone in the call center, so you didn’t spare any details about wanting to get railed by the both of them at the same time. You may not have been alone.

Tonight your team was free for the night and unless anything came up tomorrow morning too. You intended on taking some much needed time for yourself and relaxing in your quarters which were only occupied by you due to the fact you were the only women on Delta Force. Privileges of the sausage fest you guessed. It was really a privilege when you were frustrated and oh so lonely, PT shorts down rubbing your clit and fingering your cunt in an attempt to imagine Santi and Frankie finally having their way with you. You were nearing your orgasm when you heard a sturdy knock on your door. You groan in frustration knowing you now have to stop, pulling up your panties and shorts and trying to not look like you were just about to cum.

Bracing yourself, you open the door expecting a visit from another one of the females on base or even one of the Miller brothers. You were not expecting Santi and Frankie to be standing there with a peculiar look in their eyes––shit you were just masturbating to them. Santi begins letting himself in, “Thoughtful of you to open up Chica.”

Passing by you smooth as ever and wrapping his arm around your shoulder to guide you back into your room, he begins rambling on about something involving Tom. You glance back at the door and see Frankie enter behind you shutting the door behind him––that dark look that turns you on in his eyes. Fuck,

“So, we have much to discuss with you right Frankie?” Santi begins, sitting you down on the bed you were squirming in moments before, making you realize that the room has a tinge of sex scent to it. Frankie nods, “yep”

“Okay,” you agree, believing that this was probably some weird scam to see if you could call your sister in law and request some more homemade chocolate fudge in the next care package, “hurry up I got things to do.”

“Like fingering your own pussy to the thought of me and Santi?”

Your eyes must be the size of saucers and you feel instant heat and embarrassment. Santi chides, “don’t even deny it's loud on the phone and it smells like someone was having fun in here.”

“Oh my god” you exclaim, embarrassed and ashamed that you’ve been found out, “I’m so sorr––”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Santi interrupts with a cheery smile and for a moment you think they’re both going to let you down easy and just pretend this never happened. But then his face shifts to a serious tone, “just take your clothes off now.”

And that’s how you ended up with a cock in your mouth and pussy––destroying you in the best ways. Santi lets out a groan gripping your head harder, “you better hope no one causes problems tomorrow morning, because that phone call gave us plenty of ideas we want to try out with you.”

You whine around his cock, your juices dripping onto Frankie’s knowing you’re gonna be so sore if they even do half the stuff you mentioned in the call. They had already taken turns eating you out asking which one of them was the best, knowing you couldn’t choose with the way one of them had to hold you still while the other got his fill. A spank to your bum makes you gasp, as Frankie grips onto your hips and ass, bracing himself to pound into you at this pace, “of course you like that dirty slut, keeping secrets like that.”

“She didn’t even know we discussed what we would do to her if we got the chance,” you look up at Pope an absolute mess of tears and spit as he makes you gag on his cock, “how we wanted to ruin her, do a better job of keeping her satisfied than that hand.”

You suck Santi harder and he lets out a cuss in Spanish you don’t know, veins popping in his neck as he tips his head back, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Come down her throat like she wanted––c’mon,” Frankie exclaims in stuttered breaths focusing on making you come and doing so well. You look up at Santi at the right time for him to glance down when you give a particular hard suck and it’s over. Santi lets out a pained groan, fingers digging into your hair as he shoots down your throat, shaking as he mutters your name. You take everything he gives you, swallowing and savoring every suck until he gets too sensitive and pulls himself out of your mouth.

You don’t even have a moment to adjust before Frankie is pulling you up against his chest, fucking up into you in a frantic pace that has you nearly screaming. You register Santi muttering something about him being a show off but can’t be bothered to care when you feel your orgasm building. You grab onto his arms wrapped around your torso in an attempt to brace yourself feeling it build up impossibly––just needing an extra push as it can’t seem to get over that edge. So fucked out of your mind you stutter out, “clit” praying that one of them will get the message.

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you see Santi dip down in front of you and feel his lips wrap around your clit, sucking and teasing it. Your vision goes white and you wail out their names as your whole world topples over and you get consumed by red hot pleasure. Your mouth remains open, nothing coming out as your legs shake, unable to withstand Frankie’s cock and Santi’s mouth on you. You tighten around Frankie’s cock and you register him cursing as he thrusts into you nearing his peak. The waves keep going, evening out as Santi still sucks on your clit and you register Frankie’s shout of your name and feel his see in you––thank you to whoever invented the IUD.

Eventually coming to and being sensitive you whine and feel your clit be released after one last hard suck, and feel Frankie shift behind you and his cock leaving your body. Losing control of your body. You fall face first onto the cot, ass still up in the air as you try to get your bearings shaking with tears streaming down your face. You hear someone shush you pulling them into his chest as you try to calm down from what might have been your most intense orgasm ever, “Jesus she’s gone cock dumb.”

Calming down you feel someone wipe tears from your eyes, and look to see Frankie thumbing your cheeks and realizing your head is pressed into Pope’s chest. Still disorientated, Frankie presses a glass of water to your lips, tipping it for you and allowing for you to drink, asking you, “did we go too hard sweetheart?”

“No,” you gain your bearings, leaning away from Santi’s chest, “that was so good.”

Both men smile at you pleased with themselves, but now that you can think again you have to ask, “how is this going to work––you guys don’t mind sharing me?”

They arch their brow and look at eachother and see Frankie put a hand on Santi’s knee, “were quite open to the arrangement for not just having you.”

Oh, “how long?”

“Two weeks in when we both realized the other was also bi,” Santi admits looking at you, “it didn’t take us too long after that to realize we wanted you involved too.”

“Is this fine?” Frankie asks suddenly back to his shy self. You smile and snuggle into both of them, “of course, I wanted both of you from the beginning.”

At that you all come together in a heap of affection, happy that you talk too loudly on the phone and hopeful that there won’t be any calls to action.

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sunnsartbook · 3 years

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“Loneliness. Always a part of me. But Evertime i look at this Flower, i can remember you.”

― Mayleen de Santis

Hey! After a month IM BACK! With a tiny Story. I really hope that this story will be well received. The story that will follow will first come in my native language: German. However, there is also an English version of this story. It tells the background story of my character Mayleen. Still, it remains a secret who the boy was. So much for that. I hope you like it. PS . : If there are some spelling mistakes in Story, I’m sorry. complain to PONS Translator X’D

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Das Mädchen mit den Blumen (GER)

1992 November:

Traurigkeit.

Einsamkeit.

Verlassen zog das Einsame Mädchen durch die Straßen Italiens. Es war eine recht große Reise, dennoch nicht die größte die sie wanderte. Vier lange und harte Jahre lebte das 12.-jährige Mädchen in Salerno. Doch nachdem ihr trügerischer Chef, ihr das Einzige im Leben nahm, was sie noch hatte, konnte sie nicht mehr einen Fuß in dieser Anstalt setzen. Warum war ihr Leben nur so eine Farce?

Woher sollte sie es wissen? Sie war zu jung dafür. Zu Jung um zu wissen welche Gefahren sie sich gegenüberstellte. Zu jung um sich zu verteidigen. Zu dumm um es besser zu wissen.

Leise murmelte sie den Namen “Matteo”. Wie leid es ihr doch tat.

Ihr kleiner, süßer Bruder.

Verstorben vor zwei Wochen.

Im Alter von vier Jahren.

Er hatte den Tod nicht verdient.

Dank des Geldes das sie ihren Boss stahl, war sie in der Lage mit dem Bus zu reisen.

Ihre Reise führte sie zunächst in die längst vergangene Stadt Pompei. Vor etlichen Jahren unter der Asche eines Vulkans vergraben. Natürlich gelang es, dank Ausgrabungen, die Stadt an die Oberfläche zu bringen. Das Mädchen pflückte eine Einsame Blume am Wegesrand. Der Duft der Blüte, bliebt ihr in der Nase hängen. Sie liebte Pflanzen über alles.

Dank ihres Freundes, der stehts an ihrer Seite war, blühte der sonst so kahle Weg auf. Es gab noch so viel zu lernen über ihn. So vieles wusste sie noch nicht.

Um nicht länger an Ort und Stelle zu verweilen, zog das Blumenmädchen mit der der Blume in der Hand weiter.

Ihr Weg führte sie in die Großstadt von Neapel. Das Mädchen war Verzaubert über die Größe, und der Schönheit. Dennoch. War dies der Ort an dem sie sich eine Zukunft vorstellen konnte? Ehrlich gesagt wusste sie es nicht.

Ein wenig später:

Dumpfe, leise Hilfeschreie durchfuhr die dunkle Gasse in Neapel. Ein Mädchen, umgeben von vier Männern die versuchten auf das Mädchen einzuprügeln. Einzelne Blüten lagen verstreut auf dem Boden. Leicht zertrampelt: Die Blüte aus Pompei.

In dem Moment in den das Mädchen ihren Freund rufen wollte, ertönte ein heroischer Schrei. Ihr Retter in Not? Nach und nach wurden die Männer mit einem alten Holzbrett erschlagen. Als dann endlich der letzte zu Boden fiel, schnappte sich der Held, die kleine Hand des Mädchens und rannte mit ihr davon.

Das Mädchen wusste nicht was sie sagen sollte, gar tuen sollte. Dank der Dunkelheit der Gasse, fiel es ihr schwer sein Gesicht zu sehen. Dennoch konnte sie in ihren kleinen Kopf, klarstellen das es ein Junge war, der ihr half.

Endlich. Ein Licht im Dunklen.

Das Blumen Mädchen konnte bereits ausmachen das die Männer schon wieder auf den Beinen waren und nun die Kinder hinterherjagten. Das Mädchen wusste nicht wohin sie liefen. Doch der Junge hielt fest ihre zarte Hand in seine, rannte von Straße zu Straße.

Außeratem blieben die Beiden Kinder letztendlich stehen. Es war endlich sicher. Mit viel Dankbarkeit in ihren Herzen bedankte sie sich bei den Unbekannten, der nach ihren Wohlbefinden fragte. Sie lächelte.

Es war seltsam, dennoch fühlte sie sich in seiner Nähe sicher und geborgen. Dabei kannten sie sich eigentlich nicht. Zwei fremde Kinder, im selben alter, verbrachten den Tag gemeinsam.

Mit Sorge in der Stimme, erklärte er ihr das es sicherer sei, dorthin zurück zu kehren, wo sie einst herkam. Doch sollte sie wirklich zurück zu ihrem Chef? Zu dem Mann der ihr Leben ruinierte? Hatte sie denn eine Wahl? Er war ihre Sicherheit. Er war es der sie und ihren kleinen Bruder vor einiger Zeit aufnahm. Ihr und ihren zwei Wochen alten Bruder.

Sie stimmte zu.

Bevor sie ging, überreichte der Junge dem Mädchen eine Blume. Sie war recht erstaunt. Denn es war die Blume aus Pompei. Sie dachte die liebliche Blume sei bei dem Überfall abhandengekommen. Ihre Sorge verflog. Mit der Übergabe der Blüte, versprach er ihr, sie eines Tages, aus der tristen Welt zu befreien in der sie sich befand.

Wie konnte es sein, dass ein Fremder Junge, ihr Hoffnung gab? Er gab ihr den Mut, bis zum Ende gerade auf beiden Füßen zu stehen. Dies war sein Versprechen an ihr. Konnte er es auch einhalten? Sie aus dieser Welt zu befreien?

Bevor sich ihre Wege trennten, fragte der Junge nach ihren Namen.

“May... Mayleen de Santis.” Dies war ihre Hoffnungsvolle Begegnung. Dies war die Hoffnung der kleinen Orchidee.

Da das Mädchen auch seinen Namen wissen wollte, fragte sie nach.

“Mein Name...”

Sein Name blieb ihr, für die Ewigkeit im Kopf hängen. Dies war ihre erste und auch letzte Begegnung.

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The Girl with the Flower (ENG)

1992 November:

Sadness. Loneliness.

A lonely girl roamed the streets of Italy. It was quite a big journey, but not the biggest one she walked. The 12-year-old girl lived in Salerno for four long and hard years. But after her deceptive boss took away the only thing she had in her life, she could no longer set foot in this cruel house. Why was her life just such a farce?

How should she know? She was too young for it. Too young to know what dangers she faced. Too young to defend. Too stupid to know better.

Quietly, she muttered the name "Matteo." How sorry she was.

Her little, sweet brother.

Died two weeks ago.

At the age of four.

He did not deserve death.

Thanks to the money she stole from her boss, she was able to travel by bus.

Her journey initially took her to the long-gone city of Pompei. Several years ago buried under the ashes of a volcano. Of course, thanks to excavations, the city was brought to the surface. The girl picked a lonely flower on the side of the road. The scent of the flower, get stuck in her nose. She loved plants above all else.

Thanks to her friend, who was by her side, the otherwise bare path blossomed. There was still so much to learn about him. She didn't know so much.

In order to stop staying in place, the flower girl moved on with the flower in her hand.

Her journey took her to the big city of Naples. The girl was enchanted by the size, and the beauty. Nevertheless. Was this the place where she could imagine a future? Honestly, she didn't know.

Some hours later:

Dull, quiet cries for help passed through the dark alley in Naples. A girl surrounded by four men who tried to beat the girl. Blossoms lay scattered on the ground. Slightly trampled: The flower from Pompei.

The moment the girl tried to call her friend, a heroic scream rang out. Her savior in need? Gradually, the mens were slain with an old wooden board. When the last one finally fell to the ground, the hero grabbed the little hand of the girl and ran away with her.

The girl didn't know what to say. Thanks to the darkness of the alley, she found it hard to see his face. Still, she could put in her little head, make it clear that it was a boy who helped her.

At last. A light in the dark.

The flower girl could already make out that the mens were already back on their feet and were chasing the childrens. The girl didn't know where they were going. But the boy held her delicate hand firmly in his, running from street to street.

Without breath, the two children finally stopped. It was finally safe. With much gratitude in her heart, she thanked the unknown who asked about their well-being. She smiled.

It was strange, but she felt safe and secure near him. They didn't really know each other. Two strangers children, in the same age, spent the day together.

Worried in his voice, he told her that it was safer to return to where she once came from. But should she really go back to her boss? To the man who ruined her life? Did she have a choice? He was their safety. It was him who took her and her little brother some time ago. She and her two-week-old brother.

She agreed.

Before she left, the boy presented the girl with a flower. She was quite astonished. For it was the flower of Pompei. She thought the lovely flower had been lost in the raid. Their concern faded. By handing over the flower, he promised her that one day she would be freed from the dreary world in which she found herself. That was his promise to her. Could he keep it? Free her from this world?

How could it be that a stranger gave her hope? He gave her the courage to stand on both feet until the end.

Before their paths separated, the boy asked for her name.

"May... Mayleen de Santis." This was their hopeful encounter. This was the hope of the little orchid.

Since the girl also wanted to know his name, she asked.

"My name..."

His name remained in her head for eternity. This was their first and last encounter.

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sciatu · 4 years

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Prespi Viventi di : Custonaci, Caltabellotta, Ispica, Sambuca di Sicilia, Torretta, Pollina, Vizzini, Sutera, Cammarata, Giarratana

Lo so, sono noioso e ripetitivo e come ogni anno torno a parlarti dei Presepi Viventi organizzati nei paesini siciliani. Ma se tu vieni da uno di questi paesini sai come i presepi, come le feste per i santi che ogni paese organizza, non sono solo momenti religiosi, ma anche sociali dato che interrompono l’inverno con una attività che coinvolge tutto il paese e che porta il calore dello stare insieme di essere un gruppo, una entità culturale, nel senso che crea e tramanda cultura. Non è un caso che i presepi sono anche l’occasione per i ricordare gli antichi mestieri che permettevano di vivere in comunità molto povere. E’ un momento in cui si tramandano le antiche canzoni, i gesti e riti che a volte ci arrivano dal periodo che precede la stessa nascita di Cristo e diventiamo l’essenza di quello che eravamo per continuare ad essere quello che siamo. Per questo scusami se te ne riparlo ancora e pazienta un poco perchè non ti mostro dolci e dolcetti, in compenso ti mostro un momento in cui noi siciliani perdiamo tutte le nostre rabbie, dolori e rancori e riviviamo la memoria dei nostri avi. Se vuoi poi, puoi andare a visitare (su Facebook o direttamente) uno dei tanti presepi viventi che si fanno in Sicilia. Ti aggiungo un elenco forse parziale.

I know, I'm boring and repetitive and like every year I go back to talking to you about Living Nativity scenes in Sicilian villages. But if you come from one of these villages you know how the cribs, like the festivals for the saints that each country organizes, are not only religious moments, but also social as they interrupt the winter with an activity that involves the whole village and that brings the warmth of being together ,to be a group, a cultural entity, in the sense that it creates and passes down culture. It is no coincidence that the cribs are also an opportunity to remember the ancient crafts that allowed the villages to survive in very poor communities. It is a moment in which the ancient songs, the gestures and rituals that sometimes come to us from the period preceding the birth of Christ are handed down and we become the essence of what we were to continue to be what we are. For this excuse me if you replay it again and patiently because I don't show you sweets and cookies, on the other hand I show you a moment in which we Sicilians lose all our angers, sorrows and resentments and relive the memory of our ancestors. If you want then, you can go visit (on Facebook or directly) one of the many living nativity scenes that are made in Sicily. I will add a partial list to you.

Provincia di Palermo

Presepe vivente di Pollina (Dal 27 al 29 Dicembre) Pagina Facebook

Presepe semovente di Cinisi (Dal 01 Dicembre al 26 Gennaio) Pagina Facebook

Presepe artistico meccanico di Blufi (Dati non disponibili per il 2019) Sito ufficiale

Presepe vivente di Gangi (Dal 26 al 29 Dicembre) Sito ufficiale

Presepe vivente di Termini Imerese (22-26-29 Dicembre, 05 Gennaio) Sito ufficiale

Presepe Vivente Piana degli Albanesi (Dati non disponibili per il 2019 ) Sito ufficiale

Presepe vivente di Trabia (Dati non disponibili per il 2019 ) Sito ufficiale

Presepe vivente di Petralia Sottana Natus Est (Dati non disponibili per il 2019) Pagina Facebook

Presepe vivente di Torretta (Dati non disponibili per il 2019) Pagina Facebook

Presepe vivente di Prizzi (Dati non disponibili per il 2019) Pagina Facebook

Presepe sommerso Terrasini (Dati non disponibili per il 2019)

Provincia di Trapani

Presepe vivente di Custonaci (Dal 25 al 29 Dicembre e dal 4 al 6 Gennaio) Sito ufficiale

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Provincia di Agrigento

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Provincia di Catania

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Provincia di Messina

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Provincia di Ragusa

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Provincia di Enna

Presepe vivente di Agira (24 Dicembre) Sito ufficiale

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Provincia di Caltanissetta

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tkmedia · 3 years

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Jose Mourinho records emphatic 10-0 victory in first game in charge of Roma

Jose Mourinho has been accused of having lost his spark in recent seasons.The Portuguese tactician became renowned for his ability to lead teams to the title - more often than not in his second season in charge - but after failing to secure Premier League glory with either Manchester United or Tottenham, is he still the manager we used to know and love?

Even a 10-0 win couldn't keep Jose Mourinho happy / Fabio Rossi/Getty ImagesHis appointment as Roma boss earlier this summer was met with fits of laughter from Tottenham fans who'd grown tired of his pragmatic style of play during his time in north London, so he'd need a good start to life at the helm of I Giallorossi if he was to prove to their fans he's still got the magic touch.It's fair to say he couldn't have asked for a much better start.Mourinho named his first Roma starting XI on Thursday night as his side faced Serie D outfit Montecatini in Trigoria.Obviously Roma were huge favourites despite being without their squad members who competed at Euro 2020 and new signing Rui Patricio, but nobody expected the goal-fest that followed, with Mourinho's men notching ten goals without reply. TEN. Carles Perez opened the scoring with just nine minutes on the clock and the early strike saw the floodgates open, with Gianluca Mancinci, Borja Mayoral, Riccardo Calafiori and an own goal from Montecatini goalkeeper Leonardo Santi handing Roma a 5-0 first-half lead.Mourinho rung in the changes at half time as he made nine substitutes, but that did little disrupt I Giallorossi's momentum.Mayoral was one of only two players to retain his place in the side for the second half and he doubled his account for the game with a neat finish into the bottom corner ten minutes after the break. Clearly absolutely fed up by this point, the Montecatini defence went into self-destruct mode - as if they weren't there already - hacking down Bryan Reynolds in the area and allowing Nicolo Zaniolo to make it 7-0 to Roma.Nicola Zalewski bagged the best goal of the game with a beautifully curled right-footed effort into the bottom corner, before Amadou Diawara got himself on the scoresheet and Mayoral took Roma's tally into double figures as he completed his hat-trick late on.The win marked Roma's biggest victory since their 16-0 thrashing of Pinzolo back in July 2016. What's that about negative tactics now? Read the full article

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keywestlou · 4 years

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ROBERT MUELLER FAILED

I said this when Mueller’s report came out. I say it again. He failed!

He did not view his job properly. He was “Special Counsel,” not a mere FBI investigator. His responsibility gave him additional powers. He was not limited by FBI rules, regulations, and policies.

As a result, Trump walked. He is still in office. The label he was “impeached” means nothing if not convicted of violations that would have resulted in removal from office.

Bill Clinton the perfect example. America still loves him!

Mueller also conducted himself like a pompous ass. Recall he did not want to testify before a Congressional committee. If he did, he said he would only go so far. Not explain his responses. His position was everything that was to be known was written in his report. Read it! was his charge.

Mueller failed to spell out clearly the charges against Trump.

As a result of it all, Trump’s impeachment did not stick.

Yes, Mueller indicted several underlings. Meant nothing. Impeachment a big thing, especially the impeachment of a sitting President. Mueller should have gone for the jugular!

Now comes Robert Stone. Trump took care of his friend. Commuted his sentence. Flynn will probably receive a pardon or commutation.

Stone’s commutation a shame. Proves clearly that under Trump, justice is available to friends of the President. A benefit not available to the thousands of others sitting in jail for crimes smaller that those committed by Stone.

Some insignificant. What of those of color who have been sitting in jail for years for simple marijuana convictions?

Trump appears to have a desire to be a “war President.” Not just a coronavirus one, a shooting one.

He is threatening to invade Venezuela.

We have already had 20 years of insignificant wars in the Middle East and elsewhere. I thought we had learned our lesson.

Trump does not care about the Venezuelan people. Trump wants to take over Venezuela for the oil. Venezuela has the largest oil deposits in the world.

Russia and China want those oil deposits, also. Any Trump action against Venezuela would be met with serious opposition by Russia and China.

Several months ago, Trump had American troops on the Venezuelan border ready to go in. Russia immediately sent planes and troops to Venezuela. They were sitting on Venezuelan airfields waiting for the Americans to invade.

Trump chickened out.

News reports last week indicated Trump was provoking an India/China war.

Trump is back to being anti-China. His great “trade deal” never happened. Trump’s present aim is to cause China as much aggravation as possible.

Why doesn’t he have the same attitude against Russia?

Trump views himself as the “noble warrior.” Reminds me of the witch in Snow White. She used to look in the mirror and ask, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, whose the fairest of them all?”

The mirror today would respond: “Donald, you are!”

Trump rails against U.S. enemies. Those he perceives to be enemies. Such is why he views himself as the noble warrior.

He is anti anarchist, Marxists, immigrants, and now a new group. Americans!

One reason he is attacking a majority of his fellow citizens is that he is planting the seed of doubt as to the validity of the 2020 election should he lose. The far left Americans “who corrupted” the voting process will be to blame.

Trumps announcement early last week that the U.S. was withdrawing from WHO was pure stupidity! No one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. I am referring to WHO, not Trump. Trump makes too many mistakes.

We need WHO as much as WHO needs our dollars. The U.S. must continue to be a part of global organizations. Trump obviously thinks otherwise.

One of Biden’s first tasks upon election should be to have the U.S. rejoin the many global organizations the U.S. was a part of before the Trump wrecking ball hit.

Robert Unanue is CEO of Goya. A major producer of goods found on supermarket shelves. Especially supermarkets in poorer neighborhoods.

He recently came out publicly in support of Trump.

The backlash big time! Many organisations have called for a boycott of Goya goods.

Unanue is a major corporate leader. His company and he personally make big dollars. I have to believe Unanue’s annual salary is well above $1 million.

In addition to Unanue’s words of Trump support, Republican politicians are racing to his side because of his Trump support. Texas Senator Cruz is one of them.

Florida getting hit badly by coronavirus.

I blame first hand and up front Florida’s Governor De Santis. Inept and incompetent. Trump’s lap dog. Follows Trump blindly.

The proof of the pudding is that Trump has several times recognized De Santis as the best Governor in America.

The number of Florida cases have exceeded 250,000.

In one day last week Florida experienced the highest number of new cases for any one day: 10,360. That same day, Florida experienced 95 new deaths.

De Santis wants our children to return to school. Parents and people in general have to be crazy to follow De Santis on this point based on his coronavirus track record to date.

Fantasy Fest has been cancelled.

The mini-lobster season occurs on the last Wednesday and Thursday of July each year. People come in in droves to dive for lobsters. I speak of visitors/tourists.

They bring the dreaded virus with them. Conveniently will infect Key Westers and non-Key Westers. Spread the virus without a care.

The Key West City Commission wisely cancelled Fantasy Fest. They do not have the power to cancel the mini-lobster season. Only De Santis has and he has refused.

A few more comments by those opposed to reopening schools. All directed against Trump, of course.

“He is mad people actually are for their kids, DAMN. Dude got Daddy issues big time.”

“Is this man ready to send his son to a public school in the Fall? I want a reporter to ask him this question.”

“It’s like he is actively trying to lose the next election.”

“Now we all know, this monster needs to be stopped.”

Enjoy your Sunday! Remember to wear your mask, social distance, and wash your hands.

ROBERT MUELLER FAILED was originally published on Key West Lou

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