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ssuperficialspacecadett · 1 year

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i headcannon that benny and reader blast rihanna while closing the gym. it becomes a tradition that they blast music and dance around while closing. it gets to the point that the boys start wondering why benny keeps being late to their hangouts after his work. at some point they catch benny blowing his back out and reader recording and laughing at benny

Benny, Better Have My Money

Chapter Five | Drabble for the Through the Scope series | Chapter Six

*best read in between chapter 5 & 6*

Rating: IDK ?? everyone ??

Word Count: 1029

TW: tooth rotting friend fluff w/ Benny & some ass throwing ?!?!

Notes: anon, i wish i could kiss that beautiful brain of yours for thinking of this absolutely fucking hilarious scene thats now 100% canon in the through the scope series to me HAHAHA !! i hope i did some justice to your brilliant idea & thank u so so much for submitting it ((: this one is for u ! happy reading <3

*i wrote this w/o looking over it because the idea was just to good so if you see any grammatical errors.. no you dont*

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Closing up after a long shift was never fun. Well, it was never fun until you started working for Benny. After the last guests were ushered out and the doors were locked, you were put in charge of the gyms music. It was only fair since Benny had free reign during operating hours after all. Plus, your taste in music wasn’t exactly family friendly.

“Alright, what are we feeling this evening? Lady Gaga? Megan Thee Stallion? Doja Cat? Maybe some Rico Nasty? What artist really says ‘I want to clean this whole gym and look hot while doing it’ to you?”

“The evening song choices are all yours. I’m way too tired to even think about makin’ another decision right now.”

“Well,” You say as you start scrolling through artists on his phone to find one that will bring the energy that both of you need to get this done. “If you’re so tired, why are you going out with the guys after this?”

“You know that doesn’t count.” He’s currently working his way through cloroxing all the workout benches and weights. “The only decision I have to make when I’m there is if I want another drink or not and that's easy. Of course I want another fuckin’ drink!”

“Touché,” You laugh as you find the perfect playlist for the evening. “Let’s get this cleaning party started!”

Rhianna’s Bitch Better Have My Money starts blasting at full volume from the gym's speakers as you make your way over to the basket full of used towels.

Bitch, better have my money

Y’all should know me well enough

Bitch, better have my money

Please don’t call me on my bluff

Pay me what you owe me

“Oh fuck yeah! I love Rhianna!” He yells as he turns to you.

You pull out a towel, point to him from across the gym, and start swinging it over your head as you lip sync to the song playing.

Kamikaze if you think that you gon’ knock me of the top

Shit, your wife in the back seat of my brand new foreign car

Don’t act like you forgot

I call the shot, shot, shots.

Benny makes finger guns and pretends to fire them at you on each beat. “Sing it, girl!”

The two of you run dramatically to each other in the middle of the gym and start dancing like crazed animals. Each of your tasks having been long forgotten as soon as the music started. You both know by now that neither one of you will be leaving anytime soon.

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“Where the fuck is your brother, Will?” Pope huffs.

Frankie, Pope, and Will have all been waiting at their table for Benny to show up for 45 minutes now. They turned the waitress away three times before they caved and ordered a round for themselves. Hoping that a light buzz would satiate them.

“I’ve been texting him, but he’s not answerin’!” Will explains. “His location says that he’s still at the gym.” He turns his phone screen over to show the others.

“This is the third time this week that he’s been late. He’s never taken this long to close up before.” Frankie adds.

Pope tips his almost empty beer bottle in his direction and nods. “Fuck this. Finish y’alls drinks and let's go pay him a visit.”

They all do as Pope orders and make their way out of the bar. As they cross the street and enter the gym’s parking lot they see both yours and Benny’s cars in the same spots that they were in this morning. All of the lights in the building are still on as well.

“Do y’all hear that?” Frankie asks the men walking next to him. “It sounds like -”

“Rhianna?” Pope says curiously.

All three of them walk up to the gym doors and the sight that greets them will be burned into each and every one of their minds for all eternity.

***

You’re currently holding onto one of the corner poles from the boxing ring with both hands and trying to explain to Benny how to shake his ass.

“Move your hips to the right, then the left, then shimmy down, and use your knees to help you bring your ass up and down!” You’re winded from both teaching your lesson and singing with Benny for almost an hour straight. It also doesn’t help that you’re trying to yell instructions over Rhianna’s S&M song.

“I think I got it now! Let me try!”

He helps you down so he can climb up and get into position. You pick up your towel and phone off a nearby workout bench. There is no way that you aren’t going to document this moment.

‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it

Stick and stone may break my bones

“But chains and whips excite me!” You and Benny sing together.

You are struggling to hold your phone still as you record because you can’t stop laughing. Benny is throwing everything, and you mean everything, into his one man performance on the edge of the boxing ring. He definitely paid attention to what you showed him. Even put his own little twist on it by bringing his right hand back to slap his ass. You can’t help but get swept away in it all and you start hitting him in the ass with your towel as well.

“Let’s go, Benny! Shake that shit for me!” Your lungs threaten to burst from over exhaustion.

S-S-S&M-M-M

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me

Oh, you turn me on

***

“Should we tell them we are here?” Will ask hesitantly, still not entirely sure what he’s watching.

“I’m not even sure what we would say if we told them.” Frankie quips as he wishes you would get back up and dance again. “Pope?”

He looks to his left and sees him pulling up your contact information. “Let’s tell them that their audience wants an encore.” Pope presses ‘call’ and puts the phone to his ear with a devious grin.

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Preciously Plump - The One-shot

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!plussize!Reader

Requested by Anon

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Santi…” You said breathlessly.

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

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

“But Sant, honestly, I’m not-”

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

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

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

“S-sorry, guess I’m just excited.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm,” you groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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buckysred · 2 years

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Dating The TF Boys Headcanons

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

the king of forehead kisses

like everytime he greets you it’s kiss on the mouth then on the forehead

LOVES to travel

takes you places and takes pictures everywhere you go

when you compile a scrap book full of all of your pictures for him, he tries to play it off like he isn’t about to cry over the gesture

loves to try new food

you both make a competition out of it

“baby, i’m tellin’ you there’s no way you’d be willing to try more options here than me”

isn’t huge on petnames but your name (and nickname if you’re apart of delta) is his favorite thing in the world

he’s definitely the type to wanna be the big spoon always

but does like to have your head on his chest and his hand trailing up and down your back leisurely sometimes

massages!!! (on both of your ends)

isn’t big on PDA but likes to have his hand on your back or hip at all times

loves eye contact

if you struggle with holding his eyes, he’d gently tilt your head back up to meet his eyes before he continued talking

isn’t the best at remembering shit

but is super sentimental and goes all out on your birthday

not in a “i’m throwing the biggest party” but in a “i’m taking them to spot where we had our first date to have a picnic” or some shit like that

likes to watch soccer and ADORES you when you put in effort to learn and/or watch it with him

you in his favorite players jersey has santi falling in love

has a hard time sleeping without you

he didn’t have a problem before but once he had you cozily pressed up against him and saw you in the glow of the morning he NEVER wants to go back

Frankie “Catfish” Morales

the most understanding man you’ll ever meet

and the best listener too

frankie not only is your boyfriend but your best friend too

best supporter ever

your wins are his wins too (and vice versa)

is a BRAGGER

“y/n just got promoted, so fucking proud.” …. “yeah, yeah, man. they’re great, i’m telling ya.”

smells like coffee and leather

picks up on the fact that you like the way he smells and teases you horribly about it

secretly loves physical affection. he tries to downplay it like it’s you who likes it but… it’s him

“babe, if you wanna hug me all you gotta do is ask.”

hand on your thigh

in the car? on your thigh. at dinner? on your thigh. laying down? resting on your thigh.

likes when you pull him down to rest on your lap

he also likes to pull your legs into his lap

runs his hand up and down your calf while your legs are there too

let’s you wear his favorite cap

can’t sleep without white noise

which drives you crazy at first bc why the hell does the tv have to be on but turned so low

frankie picks up on your slight irritation one night so he turns it off

then you see the nightmares and understand

is really good at communicating

he doesn’t see the point in keeping anything from you bc he trusts and love you so much

Ben “Benny” Miller

the definition of late night drives for dates

despite his rough appearance, benny is the biggest sweetheart to walk the planet

but only you get to see that

goes out of his way to make sure you always are comfortable and have what you need

“honey, jus’ tell me what you need from the store and i’ll get it” ……. “no. no. don’t you even think of getting out of bed” ….. “baby, you’re sick, that’s why. goodness, you’re sweet and all but you’re gonna end up killin’ me one day with your stubbornness.”

benny has a problem with staying still

he found that running in the morning helps

even when you loath it you try and get up and get moving with him

like santi, he isn’t the best at remembering shit

but he does remember smaller things

like how you take your coffee/tea in the morning

he fucking loves when you play with his hands or card your hands through his hair

is a BIG PDA fan

touching anywhere and everywhere is a must for him

grazing your cheeks, deep kisses, obnoxiously swinging your hands while intertwined

loves to use my girl/boy

this man is a protector thru and thru

fucking hates people talking shit about those he cares about

and he’ll show them just how much

bc of this you have to constantly bandage this boy up (also bc of MMA)

likes to take you fishing

you pretend like you have no idea how to do any of it so he can show you

he knows your playing but loves to be behind you and direct you on what to do

same with playing pool

hugs from behind and cheek kisses >

like fish, he’ll let you wear his favorite cap

takes it off his head and snugs it onto yours backwards

fixes your hair and then just continues on like he didn’t just do what he did

you know when benny is fully in love with you when he introduces you to Will

benny being the little brother he looks up to his big brother a lot

which means his opinion means a lot

therefore means a lot to you

Will loves you ofc

Will finds it hilarious how head over boots ben is for you (lol)

after Will, benny takes you to meet all of the guys

and once again they all adore you

they tease benny that you’re way out of his league

benny just smirks, “hell yeah they are”, then kisses your cheek

Will “Ironhead” Miller

• my mf baby

is the most doting man ever

acts of service is definitely his love language

and psychical affection

isn’t a fan of PDA tho

does like to have his arm around your shoulders and one of your hands locked in the hand that’s around your shoulders (hopefully that made sense)

is a great cook and loves to cook with you

one time you cooked for him before he got home

that solidified that fact that he was in love with you

keeps track of EVERYTHING

literally a record book of everything y’all have ever done

also bc of this he’s super observant and attentive

it’s really hard for him to open up about his PTSD

tries to push you away when things get bad or he has an episode

but you’re patient with him and listen to his needs when he does communicate them

it definitely helps make it easier as time go on for him to talk with you about it

HOODIES

he has so fucking many, it’s not even funny

then he starts to notice how his collection starts to dwindle down

until he looks in your closet to see all of them there

he secretly loves it even tho he definitely lightly teases you about it

if you’re short he definitely would pick on you about that too

but no one else can say shit about it

protective with a capital P

isn’t possessive or jealous at all but protective most definitely

if you’re apart of delta, he definitely told pope that in order for him to be on board you would have to be kept out of the mission

the good thing is Will understands mental health struggles

you need something he’s there

always

have anxiety about ordering food when you’re at a restaurant, don’t have to tell him twice

bear hugs!!!!!

oh god i could go on about him forever someone stop me

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intheorangebedroom · 6 months

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Hey orange besties 🧡

Here's the one thing none of you asked for but I'm giving you anyway!! Listen, Halloween is my favourite holiday and I'd do just about anything rather than start working on my WIP because it terrifies me.

So here's the most indulgent headcanon EVER, please feel free to scroll past this nonsense of a post, but not before I could wish you all a very spooky Halloween 🧡

Yes, I have no shame.

Explicit HC below the cut 🔞

This Halloween, you've convinced Frankie to host a party at your place. He was really the first surprise, you're not exactly the party type, yet here you are.

You’ve been on Pinterest looking up aesthetics and recipes since August, basically, you've spent an inordinate amount of money on fancy decorations, stocked up enough candy to give all the kids in the tristate area a stomach ache of biblical proportions, and it's finally happening, today is the day, this is your version of the American dream.

But what will you and your friends dress up as???

Rosie

For years, the two of you have had an ongoing argument about what constitutes a proper Halloween costume. To you, it’s either crafty and creative, or spooky if not disgusting. To her… Let’s say she’s explored all the slutty options out there.

This year, the debate resumes as early as September. Only this time, you outsmart her, challenging her to look sexy despite a plain horror get up.

Never one to retreat, always one to excel, Rosie chooses to dress up as Candyman. With the fur and the hook and the scarf, down to the fake bees painted on the left side of her face. And yes, she still is smouldering hot as all hell.

Will

Will? Dressing up? Fucking hell, why are you doing this to him? He’s a grown ass man. He was a warrior, for fuck’s sake. He’s not gonna go around and spend money on a fucking costume!

But. He’ll be damned if he’s the only one who doesn’t play along. He can probably whip up something with whatever he’s got in his closet, anyway. Like…. Motorcycle gang leader, for example.

(at this point, orange besties, I’m cackling in French).

Yovanna

Yovanna. Understood. The assignment. Obviously because she’s hands up the smartest one of all the TF bunch.

She dresses up as the Corpse Bride. Your jaw drops to the floor when you open the door. She's stealing the show and it is fine. You’ve no idea how she can look this at ease with all that heavy makeup covering her skin, but she looks like she's having a hell of a good time, oh and also SHE'S FUCKING STUNNING.

Pope

Pope could have made an effort and go as Victor, right? He should have. Did he, though? No. No he didn't.

Pope dresses up as Miguel O'Hara from Across The Spider-Verse, so he can slither into this tight af costume and strut his butt like a Spidey slut.

Tom

Kidding. Tom's not invited. But if he were...

Benny

Sweet, sweet Benny, our sunshine boy, our precious blond gem of a baby man…

Benny considered not coming at all. Not that he's not over you yet, come on, let's be serious, it's been over two years. He's totally over you. He’s slept with at least a dozen different women since you broke up and his friendship with Frankie is on the mend, so yeah, over you and beyond, thank you very much. Ok, he'll go, then. Besides... he wants to see you. Just to make sure he’s really over you. What could possibly go wrong?

A horror classic connoisseur, his first idea is to dress up as something overly sublte. Say… Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, for instance. Only because it would be obscure enough for people to ask him about it, which would give him a good opportunity to show off his impressive... cinematic knowledge. Not at all because you and the director share the same last name. Of course not. And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’d probably be the only one in the room able to identify the costume. Argh fuck, he can’t go as Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, can he?

Fine. He’ll play it safe. Mainstream. Mike Meyers. But Mike Meyers with a twist: the kid version.

What he does not anticipate, is how many times he gets asked if he’s that stupid Pennyclown from It. Doesn’t anyone have any fucking classic culture?? It’s winding him up real bad and he’s starting to think he’ll leave early, until you walk up to him with a shy smile and a tall glass of beer.

“You make a real good baby Meyers, Benjamin,” you whisper, and it's the first words you've spoken to him all night. Of course you knew, of course you’re the only one who guessed, and he wants to say something smart but he can’t, he’s riveted to the floor, melting under your soft gaze. You lift your arm, as if reaching for him and for a split second, he thinks you’re gonna run your fingers through his hair like you used to, and his heart does this lurching thing, like it simultaneously shrinks and explodes in his chest, and fuck him. He’s not over you yet.

(maybe I’m not over him either 👀)

Meanwhile… Meanwhile, Frankie's watching the whole scene from the kitchen. Ticking jaw, sucking on his teeth, vein popping in his neck.

But what did Frankie dress up as, you ask. If you're still reading this, that is.

Frankie

Well, Frankie’s not exactly big on Halloween. For one, he grew up in a household full of ghosts. The candy sure was a perk, as a kid, but he’s always enjoyed savoury food more than sweets. Later, Izzy would let him tag along to the parties she went to (not that her mother left her much choice, anyway), and those were fun, admitedly. There was always alcohol, but most importantly, ✨girls✨ Girls who would never fail to find Izzy’s baby brother oh so cute with his soft curls and his golden skin and his lovely dimples and he’d spend the entire evening passing from one set of arms to another set of hands, which suited him juuuuust fine.

However, the man now has an actual body count, so he’s not too keen on the notion of the dead coming back to haunt the living for one night…

But thewhole thing makes you so damn happy. In the end, it doesn’t matter if he has to fend off an entire army of undead.

Unlike Pope, whatever your choice of outfit may be, he’ll get behind you. You wanna be Lydia Deetz? He’ll be your Beetlejuice. He’ll be the Gomez to your Morticia, the John Bartlett to your Patricia Bradley.

This year, you announce most enthusiastically, you want to be Frankenstein’s Bride.

Alright, baby!

And let's just say this: he makes it very, very difficult for you to be a good host to your guests. How on god’s wretched earth can he be this incredibly sexy as Frankenstein's creature??

Not only is he good with the kids, patient and gentle and cracking dad jokes with each group of little monsters and Elsas and cowboys eagerly standing on your doorstep, but that jacket… That damn jacket he got himself, three sizes too small, fuck, that poor jacket is working hard ALL NIGHT trying to contain his breadth, the seams just as strained around his shoulders as your poor clenching cu–

Oh and you’ve no idea where he found that headband with the bolts on each side, but you don’t really care because he’s slicked black his hair and it's curling thick and luscious on his nape and you can’t wait for every one to get the hell out of your place.

You’re gonna go down on him the minute the last guest leaves your house, take him down your throat and show him just how grateful to him you are for playing along so well. Watch that handsome, pretty, pretty face, that the green makeup and fake scars can't even spoil, go slack when you suck on his balls and swallow his spend.

And you almost get to do it. If it wasn’t for that tiny little misstep. The sultry teasing words you pour into his neck, halfway through the party. When you tell him that what you truly wanted to dress up as was Margarita at the Midnight Ball. And Francisco’s eyes grow dangerously dark and wide and wild, pupils shot open with lust, because he knows what this means. And what this means is stark naked.

And sure enough, he has barely closed the door behind the last guest that Frankie turns around and orders you to "Take off those fucking clothes. Now."

His tone brooks exactly zero argument. You comply at the speed of light before he shoves you onto the couch and kneels on the floor between your spread thighs, and it's very obvious, very fast, that you are his Halloween candy.

He keeps your ass balanced on the edge of the sofa and your back pressed into the soft cushions, thick fingers digging into the dips of your hips to hold you still with a welcome, bruising hold.

His mouth feels like lava, liquid and hot as he licks into you like a starved man, broad sloppy stripes through your dripping folds, tongue dipping to feast on your slick like his sole purpose down there is to drink you dry.

And when he wants more, because it’s never enough, he fastens his plush lips around your pulsating clit and plays it with the curled up tip of his tongue, two fingers hooked inside your cunt and pulling on that fucking spot with the same deftness with which he used to pull the trigger, and you give him more, give him everything he wants, you leak straight into his mouth, you’ve lost track of time somewhere after your third orgasm.

There’s green makeup smeared all over your inner thighs, rivulets of black tears streaking your once ghostly pale cheeks. Sweat’s pooling in the small of your back and damp locks of hair are glued to your temples and forehead.

You're a writhing mess, nearly slipping out of consciousness when he grabs your waist and flips you around, rough and urgent.

With that easy strength that makes you light-headed, he pulls you downward, kneeling you down between his folded legs, your back flush to his chest, you’re moulded into him, and by the time you register the change in position, he’s already lining himself up.

It’s no longer than a split second before he all but impales you on his length. It’s too sudden and the stretch downright painful, and you cry a strangled cry of his name but it's soundless, there’s no more air in your lungs, he’s fucked all the oxygen out of there.

“How are you so fucking tight,” he says, his voice sounds strained, and he starts fucking up into you, absolute, merciless, the pace is punishing and you’ve gone blind with the stretch.

It’s too fast, too deep, too fucking thick. Your spine goes stiff as a metal rod as you try to get away from it but you can’t, one hand is clutching your throat and his other arm’s banded around your waist. You’re helpless, nails digging into his flesh, crushed against his sweaty torso and he keeps sliding your rigid body down onto his impossibly thick cock at this impossibly fast pace, hips hammering your ass, lewd and loud, slap slap slap.

And he knows, he feels you trying to recoil. The flat of his tongue licks up the column of your throat and it’s a sharp bite on your earlobe, and a low grunt in your ear, “I'm not gonna last long,” and you relent, you slump down into his hold and let him give you what he needs you to take.

“Good girl”, he pants, and what do you know? You feel another one coming.

Oh but this one’s deep and violent, it’s building tense and heavy into your core like a burning fist gripping your insides right behind your navel, and if it wasn’t for his own grunts, you’d hear the pathetic mewl you let out when it explodes in your breasts.

The frantic clench and clutch of your cunt around his length is more than enough to tip him over. He rams his pulsating cock into you one last time before he starts to grind, so forceful his hipbones are biting into your ass, pushing further inside you to bury his come as far up your body as possible, up to your fucking cervix, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his rumbling growl.

When he stills, finally, he doesn’t unwrap his arms. Doesn’t loosen his embrace. Instead, he draws your body with his when he slouches backward, his broad shoulders hitting the coffee table.

Limp, spent, blissfully used, you lay on top of him, his length sheathed inside your warmth, your chest heaving along with his chest.

“Thank you,” you breathe out.

He nuzzles the crown of your hair, gentle again.

“Happy Halloween, baby.”

****

HAPPY HALLOWEEN ORANGE BESTIES!!! HAVE FUN WITH THE DEAD AND STAY SAFE 🎃💀🧡

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maggotzombie · 2 years

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moments like this ; santiago "pope" garcia

PAIRING — Santiago "Pope" Garcia (Triple Frontier) x Reader (fem) SUMMARY — If he was art, Santi would be a masterpiece and you’re a mere human being who can’t keep your hands to yourself while he sleeps. WORDS — 1k TW — just a whole lotta fluff, loads of giggles and good humor, Santi as the heart-eyes emoji, some language, implied smut (if you know, you know), kinda short too. A/N — My first Oscar fic and why not Santi, am I right? Also the first after a long hiatus (when I was thinking I wouldn't write ever again lol). So, enjoy and be sure I'll be back with more Santi hehe

— 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

A BREATHY GIGGLE PULLS HIM back to consciousness. Then Santi feels a warm hand on his bare back followed by the soft touch of lips. And another giggle.

Instantly, an easy smile spreads on his face before rolling to his back to look at you. You are kneeling on the bed with an amused look towards him. Santi can tell you aren’t awake for a long time as there are still lines from the pillow on your face and your hair has tangles from sleeping.

Your hand slides to rest on his stomach when he turns to you. “What are you up to, atrevida?” His voice is thick with sleep.

You bite your lip with a throaty chuckle. “Hi,” You say with mirth all over your voice.

Santi narrows his eyes before chuckling along with you. “Hi you, gorgeous.”

He bites his bottom lip as reaches to you under the covers - his hands running up your thighs, slightly squeezing your hips before grabbing your waist and pulling you towards him. You squeal, bracing yourself on the pillow beside his head.

Your laugh vibrates on both of your chests as you’re now sprawled against him and your man nuzzles your neck, chuckling at your mirth. “What were you doing?” Santi asks again, planting a kiss behind your ear.

Your skin prickles as goosebumps run through your body as you settle more comfortably against his warm body. You move away a bit to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss in which you sigh contently.

“Tell me,” He presses, pecking your chin sweetly.

“It’s nothing. it’s silly,” You finally say, giggling again at your thoughts.

“Vida,” Santi insists, raising an eyebrow while wicked fingers travel down your back.

You roll your eyes slightly, giving in. “You just have a… biteable back, I guess?” You say and laugh at the confused grimace he makes. “I told you it was silly!”

“What do you mean?” He asks in bewilderment.

“I don’t know,” You chuckle again, resting your forehead on his chest in thought. He has a faint smile on his lips and his eyes are on you when you look back at him. “Okay. Don’t get me wrong,” You start and he raises an eyebrow at that. “You have a very, very hot front, of course.”

“Mhmm,” Santi nods and flips you over on the bed.

You shriek and laugh loudly, now under him. The change of positions completely gets you off guard and your stomach gives delightful somersaults as your man hovers over you. The look of complete adoration and love in his eyes is making your heart burst.

“Go on,” He encourages, nuzzling your collarbone and planting a kiss on the base of your neck.

As a response, you try to block your neck with your shoulders. “You’re distracting me,” You accuse.

“Sorry,” He pecks your lips quickly before giving you his full attention.

You clear your throat and run your tongue over your lips to moist them, attracting Santi’s attention to it. “As I was saying; you have a very attractive front,” You emphasize your statement by reaching up and kissing his chest. “But you also have a very sexy back…”

Once again, as an emphasis, you run your fingers lightly down his back and you squeeze his magnificent ass when you reach it, biting down your lip and giggling.

“It’s biteable, you know?” You shrug nonchalantly.

A flush of blood instantly rushes straight to his dick and Santi’s brain freezes for a second or two, his eyes darkening with lust. You love the reaction you get from him and you watch his expressions changing.

But he recovers way too quickly.

“I know what you mean,” He nods, smiling at you smugly.

“Yeah?” You bob your eyebrows innocently.

“Sure. You have a very sexy back too, especially when you are on all fours, slamming your pussy on my dick,” He says.

Your mouth drops open at his crude words. “Santi!” You chide but start to laugh anyway.

“But I think I need to refresh my memories,” Your man drops his head to your neck and runs his tongue on your neck subtly while pressing his semi-hard cock against you not so subtly.

This time, your giggle follows a sigh of delight. “Oh, do you?” Your voice acquires tones of sultriness.

“Sí, mamacita,” Santi’s warm hands slip into your top.

Chuckling with mischief, you cup his face and bring his lips to yours.

It is very hard for you to say ‘no’ to Santi but it is very easy to say ‘yes’, especially on these occasions.

In a matter of seconds, he has your top off and the rest of your clothes follow it quickly. Needless to say, you refresh his memories and, just to cover all the bases, do much more than that.

If you two were in a good mood before, now it’s even better but covered in sweat. “Feel free to wake me up like this more often,” Santi sighs happily as you both bask in the afterglow.

He’s resting his forehead on your chest as you run your nails on the back of his head. You laugh at his request and kiss the top of his head, making him raise his head to look at you.

“We should stay in bed the whole day,” He says with those heart eyes.

Sighing contently too, you stretch your arms over your head. “I’m hungry though,” You squeeze his sides with your thighs, keeping his body securely atop of yours.

“Yeah, we worked quite an appetite, huh?” Santi smirks, proud of himself.

You chuckle, pulling his face closer. “And I could use a shower, as well,” You kiss him.

“Oh…” Mischief lights up in his face again. “I got you,” He bites his lip and scoops you up on his arm.

You can’t hold the bubbly laugh that escapes you as he carries you to the ensuite bathroom with your arms and legs wrapped on his body. “Not that kind of shower!” Your squeal falls on deaf ears.

“¡No te entiendo! No hablo ingles,” He says, making you laugh harder.

“You cheeky bastard,” You look at his face. “I love you.”

“I love you too, vida,” Your man kisses you under the spray of the water.

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dameronscopilot · 1 year

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Here is a hot sleepy Saturday headcanon. In honor of the uping coming chilly weather. Benny and santi watching one another pleasuring their baby. Funny, things I think about while I was at work

Consensual Voyeurism

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader x Benjamin "Benny" Miller

While your activities in your shared bedroom with Santiago and Benny are usually a three-way endeavor, sometimes one of them just likes to sit back and watch.

Content: NSFW 18+, smut, consensual voyeurism, threesomes, MFM/MM/MF dynamics, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), double penetration, unprotected p in v, creampies, semi-public sexual activities, road head, masturbation, squirting

Santiago usually prefers to drive when the three of you go on road trips, and Benny's known to be an outright menace once he starts to get antsy about being cooped up in the car. Inevitably, you'll find yourself in the backseat with your legs spread as Benny licks into your cunt. Or, if it's nighttime, Benny likes to pull you into his lap so you can ride his cock (and he'll make sure Santi can see your ass in the rearview as he groans and palms his erection through his pants).

(Once your walls are dripping with Benny's cum, he'll climb back into the front seat and unzip Santi's pants, sucking his cock until he's white-knuckling the steering wheel as he blows his load down Benny's throat.)

Santi's far better at subtlety than Benny is, which is why he'll often take the seat beside you when the three of you go out for dinner. When you're wearing a dress, he likes to make a game out slowly trailing a hand higher and higher up your thigh until he eventually reaches your underwear (the fabric of which is soaking wet for him). Sitting across from both of you, Benny gets to enjoy the show as you bite your lip and try not to moan once Santiago starts pumping two fingers in and out of your cunt under the table.

Though Santi's not a big swimmer, you and Benny get plenty of use out of the in-ground pool in your backyard. Santi particularly enjoys watching when, like clockwork, Benny's dick is quickly throbbing at the sight of your peaked nipples and supple breasts dripping with water. While most would use floats for lounging and sun bathing, Benny likes to lift you up onto one so he can mouth at your soaking wet tits before hooking a finger in your swimsuit bottoms to push them aside (and the feeling of his hot tongue dipping into your pussy after swimming never fails to make your legs tremble).

(By that point, Santi's dick is out, and he's stroking at it leisurely as he pushes his sunglasses down to watch the two of you. He does it slowly, because you then make your way out of the pool to climb into his lap, dripping water all over him as you ride his cock.)

(You learned the hard way that the pool chair's weight limit isn't to be fucked with, because the one time that Benny decided to climb up behind you and stuff his cock into your hole right beside Santi's, the whole thing had collapsed to the ground.)

While both you and Santi tend to wake up early, Benny is by no means a morning person. However, his tendency to sleep in just a bit longer often awards him the chance to wake up to the sound of your cunt squelching wetly as Santi pumps his fingers in and out of you beside him. Tiredly, Benny will begin to fist at his own cock, trying to time the ropes of cum that spurt onto his stomach to the exact moment you scream in pleasure as Santi makes you squirt all over his hand.

And though the boys hate to leave you out, you encourage them to enjoy pleasuring one another without you sometimes as well. Because you love thrusting your vibrator in and out of your dripping entrance as you watch Benny and Santi take turns eagerly sucking one another's cocks.

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 1 year

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Santiago 'Pope' Garcia reacting to neck kisses and a good massage (when he's stressed and tired) please 👀

A/N: I am so sorry. The past months were rough. I had so much stuff to do.

Stress Relieve

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x gn!reader

Warning: Santi overworking himself, fluff

Santi being a guy who could never rest had to do yet another house improving project. You told him not to. You watched him buzz around the back yard. You cringed every time he squatted down or he bend down to pick an item off the ground as he let it fall. Not even his delicious behind could distract you from your worry.

You went out after you finished lunch and brought everything outside to the patio. You called Santi over to you with shouting and waving. He either ignored you or he couldn’t hear you as he drilled a hole into the wood. So you walked down the few steps and waited till he laid down his tools. “Hey baby, lunch is ready.”

You walked behind him to sneak your hands around his torso. Santi leaned into you while humming. “Soon, I have to finish this.” You clicked your tongue and groaned. “Santiago Garcia, if you don’t come eat lunch I will sell all your tools on eBay or somewhere else.” Santi groaned but obliged anyway. His tools were expensive and he knew your threats weren’t empty.

You served him and yourself lunch while asking him what he was building. Excitedly your husband told you about a new plant holder for the bathroom. “You always complain about that window in the upper bathroom and how the neighbours could have a look inside. So now you can but more plants in the bathroom and no one can look inside.”

He hissed as he tried to sit up straighter. “The back?” He sighted as he looked at you. His tired brown eyes watched as you walked behind his chair. “Sí, querida. I think I will book another appointment with my physiotherapist.” You hummed softly in agreement.

Your hands made their way over his broad shoulders. Softly pressing and rubbing at the tight knots there. Santi sighted as the stress was rubbed from his shoulders. You went to his neck and cooed softly. “Baby, your neck muscles are extremely tight.” Santi hummed in agreement. “I stop. You are right. I overworked myself again.” You smiled softly as you tried to ease his pain. “I told you so.”

Santi chuckled. He knew he couldn't win this argument. As you finished to knead out the sore spots around his neck as best as you could, you slowly and sensually started to kiss the nape of his neck. Your husband groaned as at the small gesture of affection. “How do you always know how to relax me?” You smiled coyly. “A magician never reveals their secret.”

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romanarose · 6 months

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I need to know what the TF boys think about Halloween costumes & if they’d be willing to do couples costumes lol

You're in luck bc I'm gonna be doing an LaL special with all the guys and their girls and costumes!

But, for those who dont read Leather and Lace universe, let's have some thoughts!

Will is going to do bare minimum. Im sorry, he's just not a costume guy. Im thinking like putting on a leather jacket and saying he's like, james dean or someone from, IDK, top gun? He'd be like Jim from the Office. If he can get out of wearing a costume he will. However, if he had a kid and they want to dress up together, he'll oblige and not throw a fit.

Santi is somewhat the same. I think he'd be more willing to like, wear something like a pirate costume or something like that, but nothing thats going to make him look silly. No fake mustahces but you could convince him to grow out his facial hair. If you want to go all out, he'll hype you up.

Benny is ALL OUT. we know that. This year I can totally see him as Ken, ANY of the Ken costumes. I HC he loooooved the barbie movie. There's nothing he wouldn't wear, esp if you asked him to match, but I think he'd prefer something fun and dramatic vs what Im wearing rn, Joel Miller lol

Frankie isn't going to be huge on dress up, but even in universes where Benny and Fish aren't a couple, I always HC they ar v close and Frankie and Benny get into antics, so I can see Frankie dressing up with Benny. Also, Frankie is the world's BEST DAD. He's going to dress matched up with her, absolutely. If she's a princess, he'll be knight (Will benny be a jester? Yes.)

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prolix-yuy · 2 years

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Hello! Would you ever expand the sex worker universe? I would love to read about will and benny and santi

Hello lovely Nonnie! Thank you for sending in this fun ask! I wanted to grab it and answer it over some other stories because I’m elbows-deep in other content, but this is something that’s also been bopping around in my head.

The short answer is: probably not. I like all of the TF Boys just fine, and I love pulling them into Frankie and Ms J’s stories, but I don’t plan on expanding the Sex Worker!Frankie universe to include standalone stories for the boys. However, I do have some headcanons about the boys when they were all working together that I thought would be fun to share:

Sex Worker!TF Boys Headcanons

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, Sex Worker!TF Boys, watch me make up shit about sex work, descriptions of sex with clients (including PiV sex, oral sex, group sex, and BDSM), descriptions of male and female bodies, the boys are implied bi/heteroflexible, mentions of drug use, discussion of the aftermath of military service, a brief Tom appearance, assholery and derogatory language pertaining to sex work (only in Tom's if you want to skip).

Pope’s

We all know Santi started “Pope’s”

Part of it was for the money; he only had girls to start, recommended to him by his friend Javi, former DEA in Colombia

But when his fellow brothers in arms were struggling to get work, he thought he might have found a niche market

Will said they’d get one phone call and that would be that. Benny bet Frankie fifty bucks it would be for him

In the first week Santi got ten calls for the rugged men he’d convinced to pose for his strip club posters

The screening was the same as what he did for his girls

STD tests, birth control, health, payment, rules

The sweetness of their nerves only solidified what Santi was doing

Will was actually the first of them to have a client

When they met up for beers after his appointment, he walked in with a sheepish look

“Yeah okay, it was…it was a good time. I’d do it again.”

Benny and Frankie got into the rotation next, and after their first few appointments it was like entering a new brotherhood

Santi swore he saw them come back to life

The stress of reintegrating into civilian life while also needing to make a living washed off of them

They could do this, were good at this, and even enjoyed it

It’s work sometimes, like when Benny has a fight the night before and has a little less stamina, or if Frankie’s having a rough day, but like any job they still rise to the occasion

And the reviews are glowing

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

A few times Santi would take clients of his own

He called it the “Manager Special”

He liked the calls that were bristly, doubtful

“I’ve never had a man make me cum and I’m at the point where I just want to see if it’s possible.”

“I honestly don’t know why I called.”

“You must get lots of women who know just what they want.”

He likes the challenge, and can take a little bit of a cold shoulder to start

100% success rate for turning around an appointment

The woman who couldn’t cum needed lots of foreplay, Santi’s slick tongue and coaxing fingers pulling her first one out amidst a chorus of “Oh fucks!”

She knows now that smooth and steady is her recipe for cumming with a cock inside her

The ones who are hesitant are fun

Santi likes to watch when the urge to bolt out of the room is replaced with lust and post-orgasmic haze

Having them writhing in the sheets, clutching at him and begging him not to stop? Worth every minute

And if they don’t know what they want? If Santi can’t figure out which of the boys is best for her?

Well then, he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. One of them is sure to work

His filthy talk is guaranteed to at least get their motor running

And he'll never admit it, but the brattier they are, the harder he gets

Getting someone face-down in the pillow hoarsely chanting his name after a battle of wills?

Feeling them relax around him and take what he's plowing into their body?

It never fails to put a grin on Santi's face

And if they try to regain the upper hand after Santi cums?

Poor dears have no idea he's got a short refractory period

He's got them folded in half under him and chasing another orgasm in record time

Santi is still running Pope's after the boys leave, but it's just his girls now

He has a few repeat clients that request Will or Benny, but only a handful over several months

And one time he gets a sweet, nervous divorcee looking for someone to treat her kindly

And he instantly knows who to call

Will “Ironhead” Miller

Will always ends up being the main attraction on the flyers

Santi prefers to stay out of sight and behind the scenes, and Benny is already on posters for his boxing career

He couldn’t convince Frankie to smolder with a camera on him. The second it turns on he’s all awkward energy

Will exudes quiet confidence, and that apparently does it for a lot of clients

Santi sends Will the half-confident ones, who have maybe used an escort service before.

They’re experienced in their own way and know what they want. Will is happy to give it to them

But there are also the desperate ones.

Failed marriages, stressful lives, partners away on business trips, kids out of town and they just need to feel seen and fucked senseless for an hour

He’s attentive, watching their faces for the minute signal that he needs to stroke faster, suck harder, whisper something in her ear to tip her over the edge

This attentiveness is why when Santi gets a unique call, he goes to Will first

“Ever do any BDSM stuff?”

Will does some reading, watches some videos, listens to some BDSM community leaders

He can definitely understand the appeal

The first client is a softball, just looking to be tied up and spanked a little

She cums so hard Will loses feeling in his hand from how tightly she’s squeezing him

The shudder that overcomes her when he hums out “good girl” makes him shudder too

From then on Santi sends Will anything with a BDSM tilt

Will excels at reading his client’s body language, but consent and negotiations are a large part of the appointment too

Will is the only one of the boys who requires a phone call with a client before he’ll participate. No charge, and no booking until his questions are satisfied

His clients often tell him the negotiation is half the foreplay for them

Will also has the most repeat clients.

It comes with the territory, and knowing his clients wants and needs more intimately than from one session is what makes him so desirable

He often doms, both hard and soft (but he prefers soft)

He’ll sub occasionally too, if the client is right

Couples require two separate phone calls, and additional measures to ensure everyone’s safety and pleasure

He is methodical, rigorous, and diligent

Will leaves Pope’s when he’s saved up enough money to open his own little car repair shop

He likes working with his hands, taking things apart and falling into the calm headspace of rooting out problems and solving them

He still takes an old regular once and a while

After all, they’ve put a lot of time in. It would be a shame for them to start all over when he knows exactly what they need

Benny "Golden Boy" Miller

Being a sex worker with your brother is weird

Benny never thought asking about Will’s day would lead to discussions over brands of condoms or bed restraint preferences

But here they are

At least they’re not in close proximity, and they decided on a clear line not to cross when discussing work

Benny started soon after Will because the money sounded too damn good

He was working his way up the food chain in the boxing ring, but it would be nice to make some cash that didn’t involve getting the shit beat out of him

The exhaustion after an appointment was much more satisfying

Santi sends Benny the “party clients”

Bachelorette parties that need spicing up

Those that want to have their world rocked seven different ways and in gravity-defying positions

Occasionally the brazen ones who want the title of being Benny’s best lay

If it sounds like a party scene from a 90’s movie, Benny’s your man

He’s devilishly handsome, which of course helps when the door opens and eight screaming women greet him

Plus his body is rippling and firm, perfect for fingers or manicured nails to skim over

His stamina is well tested, and he loves ratioing his client’s orgasms against his own

His current best is 5:1

He also enjoys being playful in bed

Tossing the client around, nipping and scratching lightly as they squirm underneath him

His mouth can run a mile a minute with little praises and quips

Unless, of course, it’s otherwise occupied, in which his hums and groans will speed them to a faster orgasm anyways

Benny’s “never have I ever” roster is incredibly small

Fucked every hole? Yes

Milked out every drop of their cum? Yes

Tried every creative position, including hanging off a hotel chandelier? Oh yes

He convinced the client that it would definitely come down, but he did fuck her standing up and let her thread her fingers through the metal as long as she promised not to pull

She pulled his hair instead as she came

Benny also loves groups - to be watched, to have them join in, to be in a mass of writhing bodies and skin and pleasure

He can’t be as unreserved as he might have been in the past, simply because he’s being paid to be the guide, but he’ll take moments to relish in the raw sexuality of it all

Men, women, as long as everyone’s having a good time Benny is in his element

He leaves Pope’s soon after Will, his boxing career starting to make the chance of him getting recognized more and more likely

Not that he’d necessarily mind, but if he was going to make a go of it, it was time to jump in with both feet

But if something juicy comes up - a “Just Divorced” party or a fiery client begging for a challenge, Benny can’t help saying yes

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Frankie was the most nervous about working for Pope

It took him a full month of asking Will and Benny questions about it before he could commit

“Are the girls expecting a lot when they come in?” “I mean, usually not much more than you’d normally do for a woman, Frankie.”

“Does it get weird?” “It’s a little awkward to start, but once you start getting into it most of the nerves go away.”

“What do you normally do?” “Jesus, Frank, do I have to give you the birds and the bees talk?”

But finally he calls Pope and says he’s in, at least for a little while

He figured it would be a little less passionate, a little less connection than Frankie normally craves in a sexual encounter

What he didn’t expect was how much he’d like it

What Benny and Will hadn’t put in as many words, and what Santi had glazed over, is how much it felt like helping someone

It stroked at a caregiver desire in Frankie, to give and soothe and make another person happy

The price of coke was the first reason why Frankie started sex work, but the work itself is what kept him there

Santi sends Frankie the shy ones, nervous or full of hang-ups around sex

Frankie excels at making them feel at ease, and then making them feel every pleasure they can think to ask for

He especially loves eating pussy, both for himself and for how reactive the clients are under his hot mouth and relentless tongue

He knows he’s better at it than most, taking his time to find the spots that make them cry out (it’s different for everyone, but he’s got some tried-and-true techniques)

When he puts his big hands on their hips and hold them down, feeling them clenching on his tongue, he has to bite back a growl

Beyond the oral, or the penetrative sex, Frankie also excels at the intimacy of the situation

It’s weird, paying for something that should be easy enough to get for free, and that can make any person feel broken

But if they're inexperienced, or had a string of bad lovers, and their confidence is low, Frankie will take every moment of time together to make them feel like the most desirable person on the planet

His hands roam skin slowly, reverently

He likes placing kisses along the dips and curves of bodies

Not every client wants to be kissed on the mouth, but when he does he’s sure to leave them breathless

Santi calls it the “Boyfriend Experience” and it’s Frankie’s pride and joy to offer

But the coke begins to creep up as Frankie struggles with his own self-worth in the reflection of his clients

Once they leave he’s back to being just Frankie, coke addict, ex-military working at a mind-numbingly boring airport hanger

And he yearns for the touches he gives to the people who walk in and out of his life

Santi kicks Frankie out when the coke becomes all-encompassing

He enters his hardest, and darkest days, and comes out on the other side

He knows sex work will tempt him, so he starts working for Will instead, and things finally feel brighter

Santi throws him the odd client here and there, but they tend to be simple one-offs

Easy money, straightforward needs, no chance for attachment

Frankie thinks it’s Santi’s way of protecting him, and the twin annoyance and gratefulness wars in his chest

And then one day, Santi calls him for a client he thinks Frankie will like

It’s the understatement of the century

Tom “Redfly” Davis

(Dis)honorable mention of the original team

Santi never offered, due to Tom’s marriage

That doesn’t stop Tom from making the odd tasteless joke about “having to turn down the pimp” or "how he avoided getting sex trafficked"

He makes too many STD jokes, even though he’s heard about how rigorous Santi is with keeping everyone clean and healthy

The boys (and his girls) know everyone who works at the health clinic by their first name

When Tom jokes about needing sanitizer after shaking Benny’s hand, everyone’s hackles go up

When he also asks too many questions about if any of them are “gay for pay,” Santi has to walk away before he punches him

They stop inviting him around soon after

END

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mandobatemans · 1 year

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If you write for Oscar Isaac’s character Santiago Garcia I’d love to request somethin spicy/nsfw for him!

Santiago Garcia x f!reader

fun fact! santiago is my all-time fav oscar character

warnings: NSFW under the cut

above all, santi wants you to have a good time

no matter what the act is, he wants to ensure it's the best sex you've ever had

every time.

it gets to the point where once you've been together for a while, he's just competing with himself

he likes to put out a tough guy exterior, but he's a sap with you

he'll literally go down on you for hours. HOURS.

his forearm will press against your hips to keep you from squirming as he gives you orgasm after orgasm with his mouth. two, three, four...until you're whimpering and whining his name

of course, he knows all your cues. so when he knows you can't take it anymore, he stops, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh and soothing you down from your various highs

when you go down on him, he has one hand gently tangled in your hair and is alternating between curses and praise in Spanish and English

he's a dom at heart, but he'll vary his approach

some days he's a soft dom, other days he's rougher and harder

he likes to ask you what you want that day, pressing kisses over your skin and asking, "how do you want me, baby?"

THIS MAN IS A BRAT TAMER!!!!!!

if you tease him at all in public, he cannot WAIT to get you home and show you what happens when you behave that way

if you had a dollar for every time he's whispered in your ear at the bar to "behave."

you don't behave

you know as well as he does that you're both itching to get home, have him press you against the wall as soon as you walk in the door, and fuck the brat out of you

no matter how rough he is, he'll always cover you in kisses afterward, clean you up, and wrap you in his arms

remember, he's a softie at heart

he'll spank you, maybe rest his hand on your throat without squeezing, but the amount of hand-to-hand combat he's seen prevents him from ever hurting you any more than that.

if at any point during sex he thinks you're hurt, he stops immediately, identifying the problem and making sure you're okay

if you want to go on, he will, but if you're done, he's done.

once you're married and he's stopped working in the field, he has a breeding kink

he will fuck you on every surface in your house, in the bar bathroom, in one of the guy's bathrooms, in his truck, etc.

of course, he can't wait to see you as the mother of his child, but he's going to enjoy the process of getting that child as much as he can

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Here is something to think about. The Tf boys taste of music. Here is my theory :

Will: younger days he would have listened to some hard rock. Even some music his parents listened to. Later on it would be something soothing. Yet he still listens to his classics.

Benny: oh baby boy loves his 90's. Mostly boy bands . Some 80's . He too love his rock. Until he is older. Enjoys some old country music. Sure he would blast some rock when he drives.

Santi : Mr matallica. Blasts it all the time. When he is alone? He loves slow songs. Few ballades. Plays them on his guitar ( him and Benny plays guitar in secret . Till someone tells their secret.)!

Frankie: simple. He listens to anything. He would be singing and dancing around. Him and Santi would belt out a few Spanish tunes for fun.

Love to read your thoughts on this.

I'm inspired by listening to my Spotify playlist

Hi @itspdameronthings ... Again you grace my inbox with another fantastic question and headcanon of your own!

I agree with a lot of your points, but here's my thoughts below the fold...

Will - I totally agree with your assessment that he's into classic rock because his dad and uncle listened to it. He doesn't listen to as hard of rock anymore, opting for more low-key, mellow stuff. He's not one to shy away from a concert, although he would prefer a festival to a small venue because being cooped up with that many people would make him too anxious. At least with a festival he can roam and find some space.

Benny - The idea of Benny being into boy bands makes my heart sing! I love that! I also think he's into rock and based on the KISS shirt he wears in the movie I think he also likes the 80's classics because it's what he listened to in the car growing up. But I also think he likes 90's/early 2000's rock and metal, especially when he's at the gym. He was definitely involved in a few mosh pits when he was younger. Spoiler for Delta Landscaping but DL Benny is also a musician, but plays more mellow stuff on his guitar.

Santiago - My dude is all over the place. He loves rock, pop, r&b (mostly when in the bedroom), and of course any Latin music. Santi is the dancer of the group, so he knows all sorts of styles from salsa to merengue to bachata (and he's amazing at it all).

Frankie - He has a soft spot for 90's hip hop and R&B and that's not totally me giving he and I something in common. But he's so easy going, he'll listen to whatever the guys have on. He'll get out on the dance floor too, usually because Santi has dragged him for wingman duties.

How'd I do?

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dailyreverie · 1 year

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Toda una vida

A/N: Title translates to: An entire life. Feliz dia de muertos! This is heavily inspired by the song with the same name by Chavela Vargas, even though it is in spanish you can all listen to it for vibes. The song basically says that, that no matter how or what, all my life I would be with you. This fic is also heavy on dia de muertos/day of the dead stuff so if you're not comfortable reading about death please do not read.

Fall prompts 🍂

Silence

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x reader (few mentions of reader being latina and knowing spanish)

Word count: 714

CW: Talk about death and death related stuff, obviously. Spanish words and phrases.

[gif by @santigarcia]

Even though the streets were somewhat crowded, there was a misty silence that carried with the festivities; besides the talking, the guitar that someone keeps playing far away, everything still seemed to be silent. Santi was holding onto your hand with a tight grasp as if you would disappear in the crowd if he let go, you think, but every now and then when you look at him he has this look on his face… so in awe and impressed, silent melancholy in his features when he looks at every altar with respect and admiration; he uses your hand to ground himself, to remind himself he’s not walking among the dead that were invited to join you tonight.

His understanding of the celebration, the mystical Dia de Muertos, came from animated movies alone, and even though they are close they don’t do justice to being there. You know that too, but unlike him you are used to it: to the smells and sounds and energies that come with the day. “Estás bien? [Are you okay?]” You have to ask, squeezing his hand and curling to his side as you keep walking down the pebbled street lined with bright orange flowers and candles.

Santi nods, his eyes stuck looking at the big altar that stands tall in front of you. “Si… yeah… I’m good it’s just…” He looks at you, an expectant look on your face with a look that contrasts his impressed one. “...it’s so colorful.” Your chuckle makes him smile, even when you try to hide it biting your lip. “No te burles! [Don’t make fun of me!] I was not expecting so much color… so much joy.” Santi pushes you with his hip slightly to the side, only to pull you back in before you bump into someone.

“I’m not making fun of you, mi amor.” You kiss his blushing cheek. “I like seeing this through you, that’s all.”

You keep walking for a bit, ignoring your tired feet so you could look at as much of the small town that was hosting you for the week - or, so you could look at Santiago taking it all in for as much as you could. His eyes reflect the small candles and his skin glows with them; he listens to every story and tears up with the people who wait for their loved ones, even if he’s terrified of ghosts himself; he smells every new smell that reaches his nose, be it incense or a new dish he’s never heard before. If he knew death was so welcomed, maybe he would have celebrated a long time ago.

“I never expected death to be so colorful.” Is the first thing he says after a few minutes, quietly and leaning in towards you, not wanting everyone to realize he is, in fact, still a little overwhelmed. He can’t stop thinking about Tom, about his mom, his dad, every single relative and loved one he hoped to see again.

“It has to be welcoming, so we have to make it pretty.” Silence, again, as his eyes roam over the next altar. Santi squeezes your hand, and with it you understand it all. Not everyone is used to seeing death so close, welcoming it in your own house. You wonder what he feels deep down, though, because he grew up not too far away from traditions like this. Somewhere deep inside he must know.

“Will you make one for me when I’m gone?” With that you break into a smile, and when you look at him he turns to look at you too, smiling too now that he understands.

“I’ll put you your beers and your Metallica songs there too.” You joke, hugging his waist and making him laugh.

“And can we tell whoever makes our ofrenda to place our pictures close to each other too when we pass? What if we don’t find each other after?”

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“You sure you want to spend your afterlife with me?”

“Toda la vida, y después, también [All my life, and after, too]. However we get there, in whatever form, you’re stuck with me.” He kisses your lips softly, somehow now understanding why death is not scary. If it grants him some more time with you, how could he fear it?

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