#triple frontier santiago gracia

[blue-sadie]

Friend Of A Friend

Santiago Garcia x Young Reader

Summary: being tess's best friend has its ups and downs but the best one being her dad's best friend

Warning: reader is 20, wall sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I smiled widely as I climbed into the car greeting them as I got in "long time no see yn" Santiago grinned as he turned to me I bite my lip blushing slightly "yea it has" I murmured.

He glanced at tess to make sure she wasn't looking before winking at me making my cheeks redder before he turned back to the front.

"Tess, yn Santiago here is picking you up from shopping ok I have a meeting so I won't be home intill late" Tom said looking at us through the review mirror "he just needs to remember that and not forget us for a girl" tess teased making them laugh.

I just grinned slightly when tess turned to me but I was kinda jealous I've always had a crush on Santiago since I was 16 I mean who wouldn't and there's been many times when I was around and the guys were to making fun of him about his hot informants.

He's always been kind to me and since my 18th birthday we've gotten a little closer when we're alone but nothing more then light touches, little flirts and playful winks, he never seems to cease to make me blush.

"Haha very funny there is none of that anymore" he chuckled making tess lean forward looking at him with wide eyes "has thee santiago gracia the player finally found the one" she squealed my heart stopped and my eyes fluttered.

He shook his head still laughing "honestly I want to but I don't think she feels the same" he murmured my hands wavered as I grabbed his seat leaning forward to see him "how did you meet her" I asked thankfully the hurt I felt didn't show in my voice.

"Uh" he paused thinking glancing to the side of him out the window "she's a friend of a friend" he grinned tess started guessing names of his informants as I bit the inside of my cheek and sat back against my seat.

We turned into the mall parking lot tess's rambling calming down as we neared the entrance "have a fun time girls" santiago laughed as we said our goodbyes I just nodded acknowledging him as I got out joining tess on the pavement she waved her dad goodbye and watched as they drove away "what shop to first".

-Time skip

I was browsing the different merch sections in hot topic waiting for tess has she tried stuff on through the corner of my eye I noticed one of the male employees watching me and following me into each row a few minutes I move.

"Can I help you with something" I asked ironic its supposed to be the other way around, I crossed my arms over my chest as I turned to him, he looked like a deer in headlights "i-i" he rubbed the buck of his neck nervously.

"I came to ask for you number" I cringed as he snuffled through his nose the sound almost making me gag "I have a boyfriend" I lied turning back to the shelf of items but he stepped towards me making me taking a step back.

"He wouldn't have to know" he spoke seductively it made me sick "no thank you" I huffed trying to leave but he caught my wrist pulling me to him he sweat smell making nose crinkle "let me go" I muttered.

What the two didn't notice was that tess was done with trying things on and saw the whole thing "hey santiago we need your help" that was all she had to say to make him speed his way over.

"I said no" I growled trying to pull my way out his hold but his grip only tightened making me gasp in pain "hey dick head" the man holding me turned his head only to get punched in the cheek by a red faced Santiago.

I stumbled to the ground as the employee released me "hey you ok" tess whispered as she feel to her knees beside me but my eyes never left santiago as he beat the creep up "i-uh" I couldn't find the words my heart was beating in my ears and my breath was shallow.

Santiago was stopped by security but released as they went over the footage and took the employee instead "come on girls" he panted urging us out and walked behind us silently "total guard dog effect" tess whispered leaning over to me but I didn't answer my eyes trained to the ground.

"Let's get you guys home" he muttered unlocking the car I took a seat in the back and just went on my phone only answering when they spoke to me directly.

"I'll see you Monday yn" my head snapped to tess who was out the car I didn't even realize we were at her house or that she was getting dropped off first, "come up front yn" he smiled turning to me, I hesitated before nodding and climbed out to get into the passengers seat.

He pulled out the driveway and headed down the street "how are you feeling" he asked briefly turning to me as we slowly pulled to a stop "i-i'll be ok" I murmured looking down to my wrist that was reddening slightly, santiago gently grabbed it and pulled it to his face laying a gentle kiss on it.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner" he said slowly lacing his fingers into mine, my cheeks became red as a tomato as I looked at our intertwined hands "I should've gone with you guys" he said slowly bringing our intertwined hands the the middle console leaning onto it as he went back to driving as the light turned green.

"I should've killed him" he muttered but I squeezed his hands lightly making him release a breath "I'm sorry" he whispered "it wasn't your fault" I said looking ahead at the road infront of us "he needed to learn some manners" he laughed at my statement and immediately agreed "yeah he can't mess with my girl" santiagos laughed ceased as those words left his lips.

My eyes immediately snapped to his "w-what" I asked my heart beat slowly increasing "i-i didn't say anything" he stuttered a wide smile pasted on my lips something I knew about santiago is he would somewhat stutter when he's trying to cover his tracks or nervous "you called me your girl" I murmured my smiled still widening.

He sighed slowly laughing to himself "yea" he paused "I guess I did" I squealed internally and shifted excitedly but sadness took over as we turned into my street "so am I a friend of a friend" I murmured "yes you are" his words made a shiver run down my spine, he slowed the car down turning into my driveway "are your parents home" he asked leaning onto the steering wheel looking at my house.

"No their away for the weekend" I murmured making him smile "mind if I come inside" he grinned towards me making me clench my thighs as I felt myself dampen I nodded eagerly unbuckling myself quickly and he did the same, he followed me inside and as soon as he kicked the door close his lips were on mine and his hands were feeling up and down my sides.

"I've been wanting you for so long" I moaned against his lips as my fingers entangled themselves in his hair "I know you have" he murmured making me lightly tug at his hair, his hands tugged off our clothes before be pressed me up against the wall "I need you now" he groaned pulling away from my lips.

One of his hands felt up and down my slit making my eyes flutter and a pleasured gasp leave my lips "shit your already dripping" he smirked and slowly moved his dick up against me, he slid it up and down my slit collecting my wetness on him "fuck" he groaned and slowly pushed in his hands moving to cage me in by settling beside my head.

My hands tugged at his hair again and a struggled moan left my lips his cock was stretching me out so much "that's it, that's a good girl" he growled and slowly started to pull out and push back in, he watched my face intently only increasing the pace when he sees my eyes flutter in pleasure or hear my soft whines.

"So fucking good mi amor" he whispered leaning down to my neck pressing his lips to my skin sucking harshly "s-shit" I cursed my knees buckling he swiftly caught me and put his hands under my thighs and lifted me up his thrusts never ceasing.

My moans were fueling his desire more, he nibbled and nipped at my skin making my breath catch in my throat, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I leaned it up against the wall, I felt a knot form in my stomach and santiagos cock start to pulse "cum with me mi amor" he groaned licking a long strip along the hickies he littered on my neck, I nodded eagerly.

His grunts and groans grow louder as his hard thrust slightly fultered, our sounds of pleasure mixed together as we cam "fuck" I cried and santiago just growled lowly into my ear as he filled me up his nails digging into my skin, my hands dropped from his hair and I leaned my head onto his shoulder panting.

"Don't think we're done yet baby girl, you still have to make up for the times you've made me so fucking hard"

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[jake-g-lockley]

I feel like Santiago Garcia barely gets any fluff content. Prompt 24. “oh, god, i’m sorry about your shirt.” *shirt is drenched in tears* “it’s okay. i was planning on throwing it out anyway.” Would be so pleasant with him, please with a cherry on top!

Here With You (Santiago Garcia x reader)

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A/N: You’re so right for this, yes we need more Santi fluff <3 Thanks for the ask, sweet nonnie!

Word count: 714 words

Warnings: A little bit of parental angst (you know the usual)

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You storm into your shared apartment, throwing the door open and letting it hit the wall with a bang. You were fuming, angry at the way the lunch with your mother went. You knew it was going to be like this, full of arguments, disagreements and just plain insulting. You have brought yourself up over the past few years, indirectly cutting yourself off from your parents and never relying on them ever since you entered university. 

You decided to give it a chance a few weeks ago, when your mother finally contacted you, asking to see you. You craved simple love, the love that your parents would most definitely provide you if they chose to try. You had made sure that the lunch would go perfectly, booking the best restaurants and making sure that her dietary needs were satisfied, but most importantly, you made sure you were on your best behaviour. 

But no matter how hard you tried, your mother always got on your nerves, lighting every single one of them on fire and you began to argue with her. You got up, paid the bill and left, your head hot with all of the thoughts you had meant to say to your mother. Now, you were home and you wanted to scream and kick everything that came across you. Before you tried to do anything, a blurry figure ran out of the kitchen, clutching a wooden spoon in one hand and a pot in the other, wearing your eggplant designed apron. 

“What the hell?! Is everything okay?” Santiago Garcia lowered his makeshift weapons and stared at you incredulously. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry Santi, didn’t mean to burst in like that.” you said, your anger quickly turning into guilt.

Ex military Santiago Garcia didn’t like loud noises and you felt like an idiot, not remembering your roommate and his very real PTSD. 

“You didn’t answer my question, are you okay?” he asked again, inching closer to you, his voice softer this time. 

In that moment, everything came crashing down on you and you ran into Santi’s arms. You hugged him tightly and started to sob, every cell in your body breaking down from the strain that is your parents. You felt Santi pull the both of you down with his body frame, setting the cooking utensils aside and pulling you into his lap properly, letting you sob into his chest as you mumbled garbage that you thought was coherent.

“It's okay, dulce niña, let it out, you’re okay, you’re here now and I’m here with you.” Santiago whispered through your sobs as you shook against his hard body. 

He caressed your hair and rocked you, lulling you into a soothed state, leaving you only with hiccups after he had dried your tears with the edge of the eggplant apron he was wearing. You emerged from his chest a few minutes later, once you had fully calmed down, rubbing your nose with your sweater sleeve. You came face to face with Santiago’s worried eyes and you gave him a small smile, indicating that you were feeling a lot better.

You looked down and your eyes caught the huge wet patch on Santi’s shirt that had formed from your crying session. 

“Oh, god, Santi, your shirt! I’m so sorry.” you said, trying to rub at the wet patch with your sleeves but to no avail. 

Santiago caught your arms with a chuckle.

“That’s alright, dulce niña, I was planning to throw this shirt out anyway.” he said with a grin.

You nodded before realising that he was messing with you. 

“You dick!” you punch him affectionately before throwing your arms around his neck again. 

“Thanks, Santi.” you mumble into his shoulder. 

“You do know that if you need to talk, I’m always here right?” he whispers back, making your heart swell with happiness.

“I know, and I love you for that.” you say, bringing your face slightly forward and kissing his cheek. 

“I know you’re judging my cooking, I made spaghetti and you’re not having any.” He said, before deploying a tickle attack, making you squeal and scream, desperate to get away from his claws. 

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[psychedelic-ink]

Watercolor Eyes ║ Santiago "Pope" Garcia

a/n: this fic is directly inspired by @prolix-yuy 's absolutely gorgeous series something new I can't recommend this series enough it was such a joy to read, and after reading her headcanons about the other sw! triple frontier boys I couldn't stop thinking of santi <33 thank you so much for allowing me to be a part of this world and write for it! I hope you enjoy 💕

and special thank to my bby @inklore who supports me always and beta'd this fic for me, ilysm 💖

pairing: santiago "pope" garcia x fem!reader

genre: smut with little plot, minors dni

word count: 7k

summary: after another day of lack of customers and loneliness, you come across a flyer that might grant you a night of relief and pleasure.

warnings: sex worker!santi, oral (receiving & first time), dirty talking, bdsm dynamics, soft dom!santi, sub!reader, reader showing brat tendencies, brat tamer!santi, piv, use of a condom, squirting, the use of sir, swearing, orgasm denial/cumming on command, soft bondage, dry humping, teasing, begging, aftercare

Watercolor Eyes Masterlist

The neon letters shine loud and bright within the night: Cafe Watercolor. Seeing the pink sign used to make you smile, it was a sign that represented your dreams, your hopes, your future. Now it only symbolizes the harsh truth of reality. You’re a failure. Unable to get your small bakery cafe off the ground. You sit behind the counter, head propped up with your elbow as you look outside with a bored gaze. The air conditioning hisses, mixing with the coffee shop playlist you prepared the day before you opened up your little cafe. The tunes of a melancholic piano overlaps the sound of the air conditioner, the vocals of “The head and the heart” filling the small space. 

Summers in Florida consist of humidity, rain and the burning sun. To you, it’s hell on heart. But as someone who always felt more focused with the pitter patters of raindrops, it wasn’t that bad. With a broken sigh, you watch a couple, hand in hand, soaked to the marrow, running to the bus stop. The pouring rain should’ve been any coffee shop owners bread and butter, people searched for shelter, the scent of coffee and sweets was always enticing enough to beckon them inside. Sadly, they either ran past the shop, much similarly to the couple from before, or took shelter at the coffee shop right across from you. It was brighter, bigger, and had all of those fancy new drinks. Right now your menu is limited, you focus on the baking aspect more, there lays your true passion, but you enjoyed a good cup of coffee as well so you threw that into the mix too. 

And you know it’s good coffee. Those who bothered to enter would be astounded by the rich flavors and the free baked goods you threw in. You just need them to take one bite. After that they came again and again. 

But a couple of regulars isn’t enough to keep your business afloat, not in this economy. 

You could only hire two baristas, and since they were underpaid grad students, you didn’t blame them for not wanting to stick their neck out for the small shop. They were already juggling two other jobs. 

Your family warned you; Don’t do it, they had said, You didn’t waste years of study just to open a coffee shop. Since you were a kid they wanted you to delve into the cruel world of academia. You studied archaeology, it was fun. Obviously. Who wouldn’t like to dig and unravel the remnants of a ruined civilization? But your heart always ached for something else. You didn’t want to waste your life competing with friends and others, you didn’t enjoy your classmates viewing you as a threat just because you got a good grade. You hated always having to look over your shoulder, worrying if the person that smiled at you genuinely meant it or not. It was chaotic, stress inducing. The job itself was fun, but the backstage wasn’t. 

So you quit right after finishing grad school. Sure, maybe you should’ve stuck it to your parents and quit sooner, but you assumed if you actually finished studying they would finally let you go. 

Of course they didn’t. 

Shaking your head, you force yourself to stand up. You might as well close up shop. You don’t need your electricity bill to get even higher. Heart broken, you walk to the large window, the day's special baked goods written on the window. You almost cry when you wipe it off the board, you worked really hard on those croissants, you will have to take them home, again. At least your neighbors were happy about the free desserts. 

The rain had stopped. Lonely water drops sliding down the glass, you see that the couple is still waiting for their bus. When the guy leaned in for a kiss, laughing and wet, your heart breaks a little. How long has it been since your last date? When has anyone ever looked at you like that? No one, that’s who. You had one lousy boyfriend and a couple of bad dates, after graduating your whole love and effort had gone into the shop. Needless to say you didn’t have much time to scroll the endless fuckboys of Tinder. 

Tearing your gaze away from the couple’s private moment, you turn off the neon light, and push back the misplaced chairs. The silver lining is that you don’t have to do much in terms of cleaning. You’ll wipe the counter, pull out the plugs just in case, and that’ll be it. You already left the kitchen spotless after baking, which you’re glad for since now you can just go home. 

Your chest heaves as you pick off the tray of croissants and package them to take to your neighbors. It's like this every night, your need to cry doubling tenfold whenever you take something you make home. You know they’re good. You just need people to give you a chance. You grab the last croissant for yourself and bite into it, dinner is settled. As you chew you moan at the taste of vanilla custard and the berry glaze, the flaky pastry crumbles, it gets on your clothes, sticks to the roof of your mouth. With the back of your hand you wipe your mouth and pat yourself down. Now you can leave. 

Before leaving you take one last look, the passing cars casted their light inside, moving along and leaving the shop in darkness once more. Just like you. But it won’t last like this for long. It can’t. You won’t allow it. 

Locking, and checking by rattling the door, you stuff the keys into your pockets and head home. The rain has faded but it’s still quite windy. The leaves of palm trees echoe and you see the remnants of flyers ghosting across the pavement. You see the silhouette of your bus, your steps pick up and when you realize you’re about to miss it, you run– 

You’ve barely taken a couple of long strides before something sticks to your face, you collapse on the wet ground, mud and water seeping into your clothes as pain spreads across your chest. 

Immediately upon getting up you see that the bus is gone, disappeared into the wind. 

“Shit!” ignoring the state of your clothes you stomp your feet like a child throwing a tantrum. You viciously tear the piece of paper that led to your demise and glare at it. “Fucking– I’m going to curse the company who made this damn…flyer,” 

Your eyebrows rise with curiosity. Looking down, you see a glossy flyer between your fingertips, or rather the remnants of it. The half bottom rips and falls to the concrete with a loud splat. However, the thing that piques your interest is that this particular flyer doesn’t belong to a company. It’s for a very specific service provided for lonely people like you. You drag your gaze across the men that decorate the poster, all of them looking very very handsome. It’s been a while since the color had faded from the flyer but you assume it’s from the sudden rain pour. 

You should really just throw the poster away, walk your sweet ass to the bus stop and head home. 

Instead, your eyes gaze at the number written in a bold font. Lucky you that the number was written on the top part of the flyer and not the bottom. Before the other bus arrives, you hurriedly pull out your phone, also soaked from the fall, and type the number, cursing every time your phone gets the number confused due to your wet fingers. 

When you finally succeed in putting the numbers in, you shove the flyer into your bag to throw out for later and very carefully make your way to the bus stop. 

You’ve been staring at your phone for about an hour. 

You’d taken a brisk shower, gave the rest of the croissants to your neighbors, in which they thanked you, inviting you in and after dodging that bullet, you finally managed to relax on the couch. 

However, what you’re doing isn’t really relaxing. 

The black written numbers start to shake, your eyes stinging from staring at the screen for too long. Are you really going to do this? Are you really so lonely that you need to pay someone to spend time with you? Well yes actually, you are. It’s not like you’re shameful about asking for a service, a couple of your friends had done it, it’s just that you didn’t really know what to say when you called. Did you just say what you want? Do you need to ask for a specific man? Will it be safe? What if you get an STD among everything else? 

With a loud groan, you throw your head back and let your hand fall to your lap. This is iditoic. You’re idiotic. It’s just a simple call. If whoever is on the other line sounds shady you can just hang up and pretend this never happened. Yeah. That’s it. It’s just a phone call. They can’t see you. Or force you to continue to talk. You have the power of the red button, you’ll be alright. 

With a sudden surge of bravery, you raise your head and make the call. You quickly put it on speaker and anxiously listen to it ring. It feels like an eternity until someone finally picks up the phone. 

“Hello?” 

Oh shit. Shit shit shit– The voice that comes from the other line actually sounds good, honestly you were expecting it to be a pervert heavily breathing down the line but this is a very pleasant surprise. 

When the honey-like voice speaks again, he sounds amused, as if you’re the funniest thing that happened to him all day. 

“I can hear you breathing, you know? I won’t bite, promise,” he chuckles, breathy and airy. “I mean, unless that’s what you’re asking for,” 

“Y-Yeah sorry,” you stumble with your words. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to remember the name of the place. “Is…this Pope’s?” 

“It is and I’m Santiago, but since you sound so sweet you can just call me Santi,” 

Your body heats up at his words, this is probably the most flirtatious thing anyone has said to you in months, even if technically he’s just saying that because you’re a potential customer. Your thumb rubs the corner of the smooth surface of the phone, you don’t know what to say next. 

“Sorry, I don’t really know what to say,” 

“That’s alright, I have all the time in the world,” 

You relax at the playful tint of his voice, a soft smile ghosts across your lips. 

“Do you really?” 

“Well no, but you can still take your time. I can also ask you some questions to ease you in?” 

“Sure?” 

You hate how unsure you sound of yourself, but also you don’t think you can hide it. You genuinely feel lost, mind wandering about how others acted during these calls, you bet they knew what they wanted. They most certainly aren’t like you, causing problems by being shy and calling without looking up what to say beforehand. Damn, you really should’ve googled it first. You’re positive you can find a wikihow article about this. 

“Okay let’s start out easy then, why did you call Pope’s?” 

“For…company,” 

“Just for that?” 

You can see his smile through his voice, you bet he has an amazing one. You suck in a breath, chest puffing up as you ponder over what your next sentence should be. 

“No, I would like…you know,” closing your eyes, you swallow. “Sex,” 

You half expect him to laugh but he doesn’t, a soft hum echoes and he follows up with another question. 

“Alright, the follow up questions might be a bit awkward but I need to ask–” 

“Awkward?”

Your panicked tone seeps through the line and reaches Santi’s ear drums. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be holding your hand through it all, cariño. They’re mostly questions about your medical history,” 

You nod then remembering he can’t see you quickly add, “Of course, thank you, Santi,”

When the questions are done, you check your phone only to see that an hour has already passed, much to your surprise, it felt shorter than that. Santi had asked you everything. Even things you never would’ve thought about asking a partner. And honestly it relieved you that he was so detailed with the background checks, just by his voice you can tell that he cares about what he does and for both parties concerned. It was nice. It reminds you a bit about yourself and your own work ethics. 

“Okay I think that’s everything,” he states. “Do you want to continue with this?” 

The uncertainty you feel comes rushing back, an encore, if you will. 

“Yeah, I do. I-If everything's good,” 

“Everything’s perfect,” you hear the gentle tapping of a pen. “And I think I already have the perfect match for you. Where are you? An otel?” 

“Uh…” you look around your apartment. “I’m actually at my apartment…will that be a problem?” 

“If it’s not a problem for you it’s not a problem for us,” he answers, voice a bit more timid than before. “But I will need an address, but if that’s going to be an issue I can look up nearby motels if you tell me which part of the city you’re in?” 

“N-No, it’s fine,” 

As you give out your address the red alarms in your brain screeches at you. It’s loud and mind numbing. Rightfully so. Santi tells you that it’ll take about half an hour for them to arrive and he hangs up, when he does, what you’ve just done dawns on you. You gave your address… to a stranger on the phone. And not just any address, your home address. You really are fucking stupid. 

You could’ve at least taken up Santi’s offer to find you a motel nearby, this is your fucking home. 

“Okay, you’ll get through this. Just deep breaths, take deep breaths…” 

Placing a hand on your chest, you inhale and exhale about five to ten times. Your chest rises under your palm, you can feel your heartbeat. Everything will be alright. You have a pan that’s perfect for smacking people, better yet you have rolling pins of all sizes. You’ll be fine. You’ll be okay. 

You get up and head to the bedroom, it’s a mess, sadly your home didn’t get the same squeaky treatment as your shop. 

Everything will be okay. 

The doorbell rings and your heart nearly jumps out of your throat. After tidying up your room, and yourself; you shaved with hurry, then put on a bra and underwear that matched in color. It’s the little things. You had a couple of toys you enjoyed, if he failed the two of you could always use those. A single woman has needs after all, and after checking the batteries you placed them into the drawer of your bedside table. 

Another ring follows and you hurry to the door. You might be wearing matching underwear but other than that you hadn’t put on anything fancy; your favorite oversize shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. 

Clearing your throat, you call out to the person waiting on the other side. 

“Who is it?” 

“Pope’s,” 

This is actually happening. He’s actually here, and not a minute late, or early. 

You open the door with trembling hands, the man on the other side doesn’t move an inch as you observe him, he only smiles, shooting you a quick nod and a playful wink. He stays there until you fully open the door, even then he doesn’t budge, he waits patiently while your curious gaze rakes his body. His eyes are as rich as the coffee you brew, lashes long, soft looking. You see a bit of gray mixed in his dark hair, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiles at you, lips lush, made for kissing and pleasuring another. For a moment you want to reach out and drag your fingers across his jawline, you wonder if it can actually cut into your skin. His five o’clock shadow will definitely chafe between your thighs and the phantom of the feeling is enough to have your insides clench. The veins peeking above his skin meanders down into his black fitted shirt, you want to see more. 

He clears his throat, smile widening into a grin. 

“Can I come in?”

You know that voice, how could you not when you gave very detailed information about your sex life to that same smooth baritone. 

“Santi?” 

You might be imagining it, but you think his eyes sparkle when you recognize him. His excitement makes your lips break out into a smile. 

“The one and only,” 

Heart thrumming madly in your chest, you move out of the way. He continues to wait, an eyebrow raised as he chews on his bottom lip, he looks you up and down. What was he waiting for? Tilting your head, you answer his gleaming gaze with your confused one. As an answer, he raises both eyebrows, smiles and tilts his head to the other side. 

Oh. OH.

He’s waiting for you to verbally invite him in. 

“C-Come in,” 

His smile never fading, he takes one long stride into your apartment. It’s elegant, graceful, and you can’t stop staring. 

Santi quickly does a once over of your home as he toes off his shoes. Oddly enough, it feels like him being there completes a picture. Maybe it’s because you’ve been lonely for so long but it just seems like he belongs. You push the door as he turns to look at you, if he smiles at you any longer you might melt into a puddle. 

“Should we…” your gaze falls to the floor, and with that see his socked feet; black with colorful polka dots. “Nice socks,” 

“Thanks,” he grins. “It was a gift from a close friend,” 

“You must really like socks then,” 

“Among other things,” 

His lashes flutter, eyes soft like clouds. It takes every ounce of your self control not to swoon, he feels like he ripped a whole out of your dreams and escaped. 

“So, bedroom?” 

Your voice gives away how nervous you are, you almost breathe out a sigh of relief when Santi shakes his head. You still have no idea what to do. And you already feel vulnerable as it is, you’d probably bust a vein if you also stripped in front of him. 

“Loving the enthusiasm but maybe we should talk a bit first,” his eyes linger on the couch. “I still don’t know what you want yet,” 

He sits and you follow his trail, sitting on the armchair across from the couch. 

“I thought I already said it on the phone,” you whine, thoughts swirling. “Please don’t make me say it again, I’m already plenty embarrassed,” 

“Don’t be,” his stern tone takes you by surprise, he leans, arms resting above his knees as he stares you directly in the eyes. “There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed, it’s completely normal,” 

“Really?” 

Santi grins, eyes sparkling. 

“If it wasn’t Pope’s would be closed already,” 

“I guess you’re right,” a faint chuckle falls from your lips and upon hearing the sound he leans back, getting more comfortable. “So what do you want to know?” 

“Things you enjoy during intercourse,” he thoughtfully rubs his chin. “Kinks, fetishes, anything you can think of. If you want to roleplay or not, anything,” 

“Anything?” 

“Well, there are a couple of things I say no to but I don’t think you’re going to say any of them, but if you do I’ll let you know,” 

He winks and your lungs nearly explode. You rapidly blink at him, lowering your gaze, you think about his question. In terms of kinks you actually hadn’t tried out many, you’re curious about a lot of things but never knew how to ask for them. Exhaling, you fiddle with your fingers and look up, your cheeks aflame. 

“I always wanted to try…BDSM stuff but I don’t know if I’ll actually like it,” 

This seems to spike his interest, the curve of his eyebrow reaches all the way to his hairline, lips curling mischievously. 

“Have you tried anything before? Bondage, blindfold, or whatever?” 

“Uh…not really,” you nervously chew your bottom lip, legs squeezing together. “I never really brought it up before and my ex, well, he didn’t seem to be that interested. He tried to finger me, well not really, just attempted to rub my clit from over…my underwear, it kinda hurt actually, hated it. It's fine when I do it but maybe I just don't like it when others do it. So I’m not sure if I’ll even like the things I think about,”  

“Sounds like an asshole,” 

Santi’s sudden change in demeanor takes you by surprise. He seems actually angry, but also, slightly surprised by your sudden burst of honesty. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. You didn’t want to overshare, or upset him. Before you can apologize he cuts you off. 

“We can try the things you’re curious about, we’ll start slow, obviously, and establish a safeword,” he looks you up and down. “Do you know what a safeword is?” 

“I do,” 

“Good girl,” 

Your heart skips a beat or two, a gasp parting your lips, you stare at him wide-eyed. He glows at your reaction, sucking in his bottom lip, he brings his perfect teeth on top of it. 

“You like that?” 

You nod. 

“Alright, I’ll let you pick the safeword,” 

“How about….” your eyes drag back to his feet. “Socks?” 

He snorts, and you grin, “Socks? You’re unbelievable, how about the word for slowing down?” 

“Curtain,” 

Turning his head, he looks at the dark red curtains you own, then shrugs. 

“Fine by me. Do you have any idea what you want to try?” 

“Not really…sorry,” 

“You don’t need to apologize,” his smile grows soft and it seems like he wants to reach out to you but decides against it at the last minute. “What is it that sparked your interest?” 

You shrug, “I don’t know– I guess the idea of someone taking care of me, having control and knowing what’s best for me. I just, don’t really want to think, if that makes sense–” 

“Loud and clear. I have a general idea of what you need, unless you have anything specific in mind?” 

When he shoots you a questioning gaze, you shake your head and he nods. 

“Okay then, we can get started, if you’re ready,” 

When he gets up and extends a hand, you’re sweating buckets, beads of perspiration coating your skin. You look up to see his calm expression, a soft smile and adoring eyes, you take the offered limb and lead him to the bedroom. 

Your stomach still churns with anxiety but as his fingers squeezes around yours, you know that he’s got you. 

“Strip and lay on the bed,” 

You didn’t expect the mood to change so suddenly. His harsh tone sends a shiver down your spine, wetness spreading between your legs. While he isn’t looking at you, Santi starts to unbutton his shirt, and when he notices you’re frozen with a slight tremor to your hands, he walks up to you and cups your cheeks. You lean into his touch, heart stammering as you close your eyes.  

His lips find yours. It’s tender, soft and when he licks your mouth for permission, you greedily open wide for him. A moan seeps into the kiss, taking the opportunity your open mouth provides, he licks your tongue, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Your heart swells. It’s been so long since you’ve been kissed, and it never felt like this. Santi pulls away, lips glistening and eyes full of understanding.

“Do you still want to do this?”

You breathe out, “Yes,” 

“What’s your safe word?” 

“Socks,” 

He can’t help the way a giggle rattles his chest, the melody reaching your ears. Leaning in, Santi playfully rubs his nose against yours. 

“Strip for me then,” he hums. “I need to rectify a wrong,” 

You want to ask what he means by that, but deciding that you’ll find out soon enough, you head to the bed, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake. Still feeling a bit self conscious, you leave your underwear and bra on. You also have an ulterior motive, you secretly want him to be the one to remove the last articles of clothing. You seem to get your message across. He licks his lips, left only in his boxer shorts, he crawls between your legs. 

You don’t know what to expect when he slides your underwear down your legs and throws it to the floor. You certainly don’t know what to expect when his mouth inches closer to your begging heat, wet and wanting. 

You’ll never forget the moment his tongue languidly slides between your folds. 

“Oh fuck–” 

Your back arches, mind and body confused, your fingers clutch the sheets. His lips close around your folds, tongue deep inside as his hands steady your thrashing. You barely hear him letting out a satisfied hum, the vibrations shooting a jolt of pleasure throughout your body. It’s mind numbing. Amazing. His tongue is pure sin, soft and velvety. You’re lowkey pissed this is the first time you’re feeling so good. Santi relentlessly mouths at your core, lapping up every ounce of slick that makes its way out of you. Your finger finds the back of his head, pulling at the soft curls. He parts for you and you whine, hips wiggling up as you beg for him to go on. 

Disapproving, Santi clicks his tongue. He peels your hand away from his head, and sends you a warnful gaze. 

“Behave,” 

“Y-Yes–” between your lustful haze you gasp out a word you don’t expect. “–Sir,” 

You have no idea where that came from but he doesn’t question it, instead, when you pull your hand back up to your hip, he breathes out a kiss into your inner thigh. He sucks in your clit and flicks his tongue, you let out a sharp exhale, eyes squeezing shut. It’s only been what, ten minutes? You’re about to cum all over him. 

He looks up at you with half lidded eyes, you feel him smiling as he flattens the wet muscle, dragging it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. However, nothing prepares you for his fingers. Your whole body jolts when he traces your entrance with two thick digits, playfully pushing only the tip in. Before you know it, your hand is buried deep in his hair once again. 

This time Santi yanks it away, and before you know it his face is hovering an inch above from yours, both your hands pinned above your head, his lips damp and swollen. You swallow upon seeing the annoyance lingering in his eyes, legs trembling with heat building between them. 

“Didn’t I just say to behave?” he snarls, pupils dilated. 

Something mischievous rolls in your gut, with a sudden surge of bravery, you challenge his angry gaze with your own. 

“So? What are you going to do about it?” 

It’s so minimal, the flare you see in his eyes, slightly widening. If you’d blinked, you would’ve missed it. 

“Don’t tempt me, cariño,” he leans closer, breath ghosting across your burning skin. “Are you sure you want to play this game?” 

A moment of pause. He’s giving you a moment to object, to use the safeword. You don’t. Instead, you wiggle your arms, trying to peel away from his iron grasp. His lips twist into a devious smirk, the tip of his tongue darting out to touch the edge of his teeth. 

“Alright, let’s play then,” 

The air is forcibly pushed out of your lungs when you find yourself flipped over to your stomach. His hands moving across your body, you find your knees tucked under your thighs, hands held behind your back. He shifts behind you, holding your wrists with one hand, he leans off of the bed and scoops something off the floor. You feel the soft fabric of his shirt wrapping around your wrists, keeping them completely in place. 

Santi’s chest is flushed against your back when he whispers in your ear. 

“Look at you, all nicely wrapped, the perfect present,” 

You struggle against the binds, a groan rattling in your chest as you figure you won’t be getting out of them anytime soon. With a huff, you bury your face into the pillows. 

“Not fair,” your voice comes muffled. “It’s not my fault if it feels good, it’s my first time,” 

He coos, and rubs the small of your back, “I know, baby. I know. And that’s precisely why I need you to stay put,” 

His sinful mouth finds you again. Slurps and groans fill the bedroom. You feel incredibly self conscious as he parts your cheeks but it all fades away with his tongue plunging deep into your core. With two fingers, he draws quick, small circles around your clit, making your body sing with pleasure. Turning your head, you attempt to breathe in a bit of oxygen, but all of it leaves you at the same time when you moan out his name, again and again and again. 

“Fuck– Fuck, Santi…” you whine, pushing into him. A warning growl rips from his throat. “S-Sorry it just feels,” you gasp. “It feels so good, I-I think I’m gonna actually cum,” 

Spit dribbles from the corners of your lips and wets the pillow underneath. You want to look at him, watch him eat you out like a starved man but you can’t. The fog lifts only for a moment when he stops, only to press his lips into you again, the bed begins to sway, only a bit, a rocking sensation if you will. You attempt to mouth out a question, but cry out instead. 

“Not yet,” he rasps into you, the rocking of the bed picks up. “Wait for me a bit more baby, just a bit more,” 

Wait for him? What– Wait– 

“Are you–” you’re cut off by your own moan caused by an especially harsh pinch on your abused clit. The pain makes you tingle with pleasure, eyes rolling back, you forget your question. You start to beg. “Please, sir, please let me cum– I need to cum, please please please,” 

“Hold it in,” 

The melodic tone of his voice only electrifies you. Tears build up in your eyes as your cunt flutters around him, slick dripping down your thighs. The pleasure buzzes in your ears, body screaming for you to cum, you’re trying to hold it back, you’re trying to be good, his good girl. Fuck– 

“Cum. Now.” 

Before you can even process the words, your body obeys. 

It’s blinding. Breath stopping. Your body tenses, cunt gushing around his tongue and fingers. Your arms forces against the binds made of his shirt, cloth digging into your skin as your body starts to spasm. Both of your moans mix together, composing the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard. Santi’s eccentric pace becomes slow, sensual. Tongue lazily lapping up everything you have to offer, he eases you down from the high of your ecstasy. You take heavy breaths, head spinning, You breathe out a languid moan, muscles still throbbing with the buzz of pleasure. 

Santi pulls away and you drop to the side, luckily you’re too gone to actually feel embarrassed from falling. You hear his low hum of a chuckle as he crawls closer to you, he unties his shirt from your wrists and gently kneads your biceps. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Y-Yeah,” 

You know that this is just service he provides, but you can’t help but reach out to him, he obliges with a smile and nestles between your arms, kissing your neck gently. A broken sigh falls from your damp lips, he huddles closer, body snug against your own. Mimicking him, you come closer too, your bare thigh grazing against his clothed cock. You still and he looks up to you, brows knitted together. His confusion grows when a grin spreads across your face. 

“Did you cum?” you ask, eyes bright and shiny. 

He clears his throat, lips curling up into an amused smile. Leaning in, he teases your earlobe with his tongue.  

“I might’ve,” 

“Never would have pegged you as someone to be this quick,” you tease, hand sliding between your bodies, you cup his cock, a subtle moan leaving you as you feel how wet he is. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s hot as hell,” 

“Don’t get cocky,” 

He crashes your lips together, large hands cupping your chest and pulling you even closer against the firm frame of his body. His fingers tease your nipples, rolling and pulling them. Your skin tingles, and you whine into the kiss, hips grinding against him. Santi’s lips never leave your own as he lifts himself and pulls you underneath. Your palm still snug against his length, you feel him hardening again. 

Surprised, you break the kiss, a heavy laughter trembling in your chest. With a wide smile, he grins. 

“Told you,” 

“You’re full of surprises,” 

“I am,” he stops for a moment, looking to the side, he looks back at you, seemingly unsure. “Do you want to continue? We can stop if you want to, or if you feel worn out, ” 

“Oh, I’m definitely good for round two,” you purr, brushing your lips against his. “Make me feel whole again,” 

“Fuck, alright– Let me go get a condom really quick,” 

Santi gets up and you realize that you haven’t had the time to properly observe his temple of a body. His back muscles flex as he dips down and grabs his pants, hurriedly searching the pockets for that colorful piece of packaging. The boxers he wears hugs his ass, leaving little imagination to the eye, you’re certain Santi would look good in everything, but right now you think he looks the best naked. He turns on his heel, his chest firm, a bit of fat around his belly but still defined. Eyes going lower, you see his fully erect cock, the darkened tip peeking out of his waistband. You bite the inside of your cheek as you inside clench around nothing, you can’t wait for him to fill you up. 

Before you know it, Santi’s between your legs again, rolling the condom down his impressive length. He’s so thick, thicker than you imagined he would be. Santi notices your gaze, lips playfully pulling up. 

“You think you can take me baby girl? Where’s that confidence from before?” 

“O-Oh…it’s still there just a bit,” you clear your throat. “Shocked,” 

“Word?” 

“Socks,” 

“Good girl,” 

Purring like a cat, you part your arms, allowing him to bury his face into the crook of your neck as he slants himself between your thighs. You adore feeling him this close, his warmth making your heart stutter. He nudges your entrance, slowly pushing in. Your whimpers spiral into moans and he drowns out the noises by claiming your lips. The stretch is addictive, the tingle of being spread wide by someone who knows what he’s doing makes your eyes roll back. Santi inhales you as he pulls back, eyes searching your face. You flutter around him, with the mere sensation of his cock, you grind your hips.

“You good?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Can I move?”

“Please, sir,” 

He growls into your skin, the vibration seeping into your body, it makes you tremble as well. When Santi starts to move, all you can do is hold on to him, nails biting into his skin as he slides in and out of you with precision. He breathes raggedly into your flesh, cock hitting your deepest parts with every thrust. You feel as if you can’t control your body, it arches, bends, curls but your brain is completely mush, only pleasure ringing inside. With your moans and whines growing in volume, Santi starts to slam his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin spurs you on further. You scream his name, breathing and panting curse words without knowing. Your heart swells, he makes you feel so good. His thrusts, deep, lasting. You can’t breathe, eyes squeezed shut as the bed rocks into the wall. Your cunt clenched around him, the coil inside you tightens, ready to burst but he’s still going. It feels like he can go on like this for hours. Fuck– 

You hug him tighter, if possible, teeth finding his shoulder, you bite into him. You don’t even know where you are anymore. All you can feel is him. His scent, his body, his sounds. Nothing else. 

“Fuck fuck– Santi– ‘Love you–” 

Your eyes shoot wide open, you see him staring at you, he doesn’t look mad, or weirded out. But still, the panic overwhelms the pleasure, you flail, tears quickly building in your eyes. 

“You love me?” he mutters, one eyebrow elegantly raised. 

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to– I didn’t–” 

Santi doesn’t slow down, in fact his hips speed up. He sees your glossy eyes and leans to kiss them both, you feel the throb of his cock, and another moan quickly replaces your frantic apologies. 

“It’s okay,” he reassures you, mouthing the words into your cheek. “It’s normal. Say whatever you want, it only means that I’m making you feel good. You’re not the only one,” 

Your heart feels like it might stop at any moment, “I’m not?” 

“No,” he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses as he dips between your breasts. He mouths against them, tongue playfully licking the salt of your skin. “So just let go,” 

And you do just that. 

Letting your head fall back, you revel at the way he draws a stiff nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around. Your chest heaves with his every shattering thrust, his hand slides between your wet bodies and finds your clit. He rolls the sensitive nub between his fingers. Hallowing his cheeks, he grazes his teeth around your nipple, you chant his name, a string of curses following right after. You have no idea what else you might be saying, you might’ve asked his hand in marriage at this point but you don’t care. You let go. You forget the shop, the insecurities, the loneliness and you just feel. 

It doesn’t take Santi long to wind you up, dangling you off the edge, the heat builds and builds, so much so that it feels like it’s burning. Something besides pleasure swells inside you, something’s coming, you bite back your moans, and slap his back. 

“What is it?” he pants, voice dripping with lust but still full of concern. “Do you want to use the safeword?” 

You furiously shake your head, your lips part with a gasp. 

“It’s– I’m going to cum but– It’s too much, I’m–” 

He presses his lips into your ear, you listen to his breathing, steady and slow, the slide of his cock and move of his fingers rips another groan from you. 

“Let go,” 

Your cunt gushes around him like it never has before, it’s more intense than the first time, it makes you cry, beg. The squelching becomes louder, you’re still coming. He sings a moan into your skin, your cunt throbs at the sound of his voice, it reminds you of the caramel you make. Santi’s movements slow, fast thrust shifting into soft rolls of his hips. Your breath hitches every time his pelvis grazes against your sensitive clit. He pulls you from your dazed state with a soft kiss, both hands coming to lay on each side of your face, thumbs stroking lovingly. 

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you inhale a deep breath. “Did…did you?” 

A soft chuckle vibrates across your lips, he nuzzles your nose. “I did,” 

You fight the urge to call him back when he pulls away, you haven’t realized how secure you felt under his weight. However, you really need to initiate a war against your inner demons when he lifts himself off of the bed. Carefully removing the condom, he ties the end into a knot and turns to you. 

“Bathroom?” 

“First door on the left,” 

You lay back down as he leaves, hands and arms sprawled above the sheets. Your mind begins to clear, kind of, closing your eyes you can still feel how he felt plowing into you. The fact this is a service is both a pro and a con. A con, because he can’t stay. A pro, because you can call him and ask him over anytime you want to. Well, not really. Maybe once a month, all your money goes to the shop and rent, you wouldn’t be able to hire him. 

You’re surprised at his return, his right hand holding a wet washcloth and the other holding a glass of water. The bed dips under his weight and he grins at your confusion, the towel gently cleaning the mess between your legs. 

“What? Did you think I just left?” 

“I didn’t,” he gives you a look of disbelief and you giggle. “I didn’t really!” 

“Good,” his eyes scan your body, observing every patch of skin. “Does anywhere particularly hurt? Aches?” 

“No,” 

“How do you feel? Mentally?” 

“That’s good too, feel very light,” 

You don’t miss the way he hisses out a breath of relief, “Great,” he checks the watch you hadn’t realized he’s been wearing. “We still have ten minutes,” 

Suddenly you can hear the imaginary clock ticking, maybe you weren’t alright after all. 

“Cuddle?” 

His smile is wide, kind, soft. You swear you melt into the sheets. Letting the used towel fall to the floor, he lays next to you and pulls you into his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, steady, safe. 

“And you thought that you wouldn’t like it when others did it,” he chimes gleefully, quoting you when you opened up about your bad experience with your ex. “It looked like you enjoyed my fingers just fine,” 

The soft baritone of his voice soothes you, your eyes flutter close, a pleased hum parting from your lips. 

“I did,” you smile into his chest. “Thank you, this was just what I needed,” 

“It was my pleasure, cariño. Literally.” 

The last thing you feel is his hand slowly dragging across your body, fingers rubbing your worn out wrists. 

Best money you’ve ever spent. 

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[veritable-trash]

We Could Go All Night

i am literally losing my mind, no thoughts fully feral he is all i have been thinking about oh my god oh my god oh my god

Pairing: Santiago Pope Garcia x F!Reader

Words: 2.1K

Warning: 18+ like actually so nasty, like actually i need help, like actually this man send my brain straight into the gutter, i want to devour him body AND SOUL, piv, this man a warning alone, biting, overstimulation, it's nasty and dirty you've been warned.

A/N: hahahAHHAHAHAH ok so i've been hyperfixated on him. i cannot think of anything else other than his man and all of the nasty things so i wrote this in a feral horny stupor and i hope you possibly enjoy it. this is sorta a continuing of orange daydream but it's not necessary to read that to enjoy the freak nasty here :) alright hope you enjoy this horny mess hehehehehehe <3333333

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It’s not common that you are the one that wakes in a cold sweat at night. 

Usually it’s you wrapping Santi in your arms from behind as he whimpers in his sleep, the skin on his back tacky with cold sweat and memories he still has a hard time even telling you about. 

But tonight it’s you, the anxiety dreams stealing you away from the peace that was your shared bedroom.

In your house. 

With Santi. 

Though even that thought can’t bring you back from the ledge of wracking shivers and restless limbs.

Your eyes snap open for what feels like the hundredth time that evening, an exhausted sigh muffling into the pillow that’s damp with sweat. Why tonight of all nights your mind decides to go on a high speed race completely evades you but it doesn’t seem like you and sleep will be warm and cozy friends this evening. 

And it pains you even more because Santi is sleeping so sweetly pressed up behind you. Nose burrowed in the crook of your neck, legs tangled up with yours and the sheets, fingers splayed from the bottom of your ribs down to just below your belly button and usually the feel of him, the way he holds you would have you drifting into the sweetest dreams and all encompassing comfort. 

But now you’re too cognizant of every breath hoping to not wake the beautiful man behind you who will probably never get enough good sleep in his life with how his brain works. 

You close your eyes again, trying to steady your breath once more, counting sheep, counting your breaths, ticking away the seconds, anything to get you to calm the fuck down and every single tactic seems to drive you further up the wall. You have to get out of this bed.

But the second you move to try and quietly shift out of Santi’s grip, he presses you back to him, finger tips digging into the softness of your stomach, a whiny grumble settling against the middle your spine. 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The smile that slips across your lips can’t be helped. He sounds divine.

Gravelly and deep and so content, you never thought he would be able to find such calm. 

You bring the hand resting against your stomach up to your lips and whisper into his palm,“Oh baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you I just can’t sleep my brains all over the fucking place tonight, I’m just kinda loosing it.”

Every word is pressed into the callouses and dips along his hand and fingers and he nuzzles even closer to you, somehow pressing even more of himself against the back of you, and you can’t stop yourself from rolling back into him, pressing just as much back into him, needing him to know how much being close to him like this can still calm you. 

His hand drops from your lips to wrap itself around your jaw turning your head back to him, and he sits up just enough for you to see his sleepy eyes tracking across your features. 

God it’s just unfair that he gets to look like that.

“What can I do baby? You want me to distract ya for a bit, hm?” Even at three in the morning, with his hair mussed, features coated in a layer of sleep he still wiggles his eyebrows at you with promise and you giggle at him and the whirring in your brain slows by a couple miles per hour. 

His mouth drops back down to the corner of your jaw, mouthing at you in a way that has your hips rolling back against him, thoughts slowly eddying out till all you can think about is his warm breath against your skin and the hardening line of his cock against your ass. 

“Well, when you say it so sweet like that, I mean how could a girl refuse?”

He huffs a laugh against your throat, adding a nip of teeth into the mix that pulls a gasp from you, his hand traveling just a smidge lower, wrapping around your throat and pulling you fully flush to him now. 

“You feel so fucking good baby, don’t know how I don’t wake up every night to fuck you.”

And the fucking mouth on him too. You whimper against your pillow as his mouth sucks and bites at the exposed column of your throat and his hips continue to roll against your ass, letting you feel exactly what’s waiting for you and yet leaving you so, so empty. 

His hand travels down lower, wrapping around your thigh and pulling it back over his own, opening you up to him and his cock slips down to rut against your sopping folds. 

“Fuck, Santi, please, please, please, baby, please.” You’re babbling as his cock continues its long slow strokes against you but not in you. You can feel your wetness coating him, can hear the sound of him slipping against you over and over and over again. His breath so hot on the back of your neck, teeth clamping down just so on your shoulder, you’re drowning in him, willfully succumbing to the way he’s making you feel. 

“So fucking wet for me baby, always so wet for me, god yes. You want my cock, hm? That what you want? I can’t wait to feel you baby, can’t wait to have you wrapped around me, fuck you’re gonna feel so good. You going to be good for me? Be my good girl just for me, ya?”

You keen for him, whimper and roll your hips just so and he just catches at your entrance and the moans ripped from both of your throats are lewd. Dirty and needy and fracturing around the edges with how worked up you both are. 

“Yes, Santi I’ll be so good for you baby. Only for you, always for you.” You’re words are slurred but he hears you loud and clear. The bite of his teeth and the groan against your skin confirms that he heard you. 

And with those beautiful words, he finally slips into you down to the hilt. 

“F-fuck, so fucking tight baby, yes.” 

He nestles somehow even deeper into your core, hips pressed flush to the curve of your ass, and your toes curl with the stretch of him. The air is knocked out of your lungs, a breathless whine all that you can give when he fills you like this. 

His palm rests against your lower stomach and you know he can feel himself in your gut as he roles all the way out and snaps right back in. 

“Santi, shit, yes, just like that, just like that, you feel so good.” Every snap of his hips has you chocking on air, words breathless, moans high pitched and keening and you can feel his chuckle up and down your spine. 

You can barely hear anything over the rush of blood in your ears and your own moans, until Santi slows down his punishing pace to slow, long strokes through your heat.

And then you finally hear how fucking wet you are. The squelch of his cock pushing in and out of you now deafening and all you can focus on as Santi whines against your back, his fingers trailing down to between your thighs feeling how you’re stretched around the girth of him.

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking wet for me. Jesus, fucking dripping for me, fuck. Stretched so pretty around me sweetheart, so good for me.”

His words rip you to shreds, drool pooling on the pillow as your mind blanks out with the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. The slow roll of his hips driving you fucking insane with how you need more, your orgasm building in slow lapping waves that somehow feel like they’re also about to fucking drown you. Your hand comes up to dig into his curls tugging him ever closer as you start to roll your hips back, following his strokes. 

He chokes on a moan, your grip in his hair tightening as the coil in your stomach builds to something almost painful. 

Yet his strokes stay slow, punching up into you, pleasure clawing at every nerve in your being. 

“I need more, baby, please, fuck, just a little more baby, please.”

“Anything for you my good girl, anything for you baby, fuck always, anything.”

And then his fingers find your clit and press.

You almost scream out as the pleasure rips from your core, the orgasm you’d thought was only in the distance, actually right there just waiting for that final press to finally drown you in wave after wave after wave of pleasure. 

It starts as a spasm, your walls clamping down in a vice like grip around his cock, the pleasure so overwhelming it’s almost painful. Your whole body starts to shake as Santi continues plunging into your cunt, through every shiver, every pulse, pulling pleasure from every corner of your being, his fingers continuing to press tight circles against your clit. 

You’re babbling incoherently into your pillow, your body not sure if it wants more or if it’s all too much, and then you feel Santi’s hips start to stutter against your ass. Can feel more than hear his groans as he starts to fill you with pulse after pulse of his cum, filling you till he starts to leak out onto your thighs. 

It’s all so wet, and he nips at the column of your throat as his fingers continue to rub against your clit even as your orgasm ebbs away. His cock is still stuffed in you, barely softening as he continues to tease at you and your body starts to shiver with the overwhelming feeling of it. 

“Baby, can you give me one more? I think you can give me one more, tell me if it’s too much but I think you can do it baby. Let me make you feel good, my good girl, doing so good for me, fuck yes baby please.”

You whine, high pitched and needy, and your body can’t decide if it wants to pull away from his fingers or grind into them harder. You turn your head, seeking out his lips and the kiss is messy, more heaving breaths and nips of teeth than anything else. 

But it all feels so fucking good. 

Your hips start to move against his fingers, and his responding groan settles scorching hot in the pit of your stomach where another orgasm seems to be somehow building once again as though the first one never even fully finished. He has you wrapped around his finger, and you aren’t one to complain. 

This orgasm builds slower than the first, but no less intense, the still lingering ripples of pleasure starting to crash into each other.

Your breaths are more like pants and he holds you painfully still as he circles over your clit with such precision the pleasure blurs with pain as tears leak from your eyes. He’s ruining you. Completely and utterly destroying you as he builds you up to heights you didn’t know you could reach. 

And as he sinks his teeth into your pulse point, fingers circling one final time with an earth-shattering press, you fracture into a million little pieces. 

You can’t even moan, can’t even breath as your orgasm chews you up and spits you out. You can only shiver in his arms as he whispers praise after praise into your ear, lips sucking at the lobe, pulling the pleasure somehow even further. 

Finally the wave breaks and you’re panting his name, clawing at his arm, shoving his hand away from your clit because now it’s too fucking much. Your body curling in on itself as burning pleasure sparkles from your fingertips to your toes that has your minding blanking out, the only thing grounding you being the soft press of Santis lips against your skin and the warmth of his body.  

You don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours before your eyes finally blink open and you uncurl your fingers and toes, wiggling them around working out the numbness, and try to stretch your spine only to feel Santi’s cock, fully hard again and still so, so deep inside you.

Santi and you both moan into the night air and you can feel his smile against your throat. You can't help but giggle back at him.

It seems as though tonight is long from over. 

Not that you’re complaining. Who needs sleep anyways.

~~~~~

lol sorry take me to horny jail i just couldn't help myself :) he is just so hot and I WANT HIM!!!!! alright gonna go curl up in a ball in my room and think about him for another million hours kisses <333333

#santiago gracia x you #santiago garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia x you #santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garcia x reader #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfiction #i'm feral for him #he is all i can think about #ugh ugh UGH where are men like this??? WHERE??????

[livingmydreams13]

I wanted to post it here with the original audio cause tik tok change it 😭 I HATE YOU TIK TOK

#triple frontier #will miller #santiago gracia #benny miller #frankie catfish morales

[lalunight]

Shades of Red (Part 2) [TF: Santiago Garcia x Reader]

PART 1

'Worth An Oscar | Masterlist'

Context: You tried your hardest not to be bothered by Santi's lies and antics at Sierra's birthday party, but you were failing miserably, so you excused yourself and went outside to get some air.

Warning: Angst, Alcohol Consumption

[ A/N: I apologize for the delay. I just saw an Oscar Isaac short film that left my jaw on the ground. There will be a third part to this! "Shades of Red Part 3" And if there are any errors or unnecessary POV shifts that I missed, please disregard them hehe.]

It was late at night, and you were sitting alone on a double glider swing in the backyard of the house. You know you should be spending time with Sierra, but you needed some fresh air, and the cool breeze of the night came in handy. The moon and the sound of the wind are your only companions as you continue reflect on what happened earlier.

It wasn't like you to be bothered by trivial matters, but this time it's Santiago, and you just can't sit still. He was acting strange the entire day; he had never spoken to you since you two arrived and had always distanced himself whenever you were around. That irritated you so much that you were about to let your emotions take over again if Sierra hadn't intervened.

However, despite the fact that Santi was not approaching you, his gaze was glued to you. You'd catch him sneaking glances and sometimes just straightforwardly stare at you from the other side of the room. 

Because you needed answers, you wanted to be the one to start a conversation. You wanted answers to why he lied about Sierra inviting you here, why he lied to his sister, and why he continued to behave in this manner. But whenever you had the opportunity to go to him, he would always make excuses and move away.

And it turns out that you weren't the only one who noticed his strange behavior.

"If something is going on between you and Pope, again, I suggest you both fix it now, not just look at each other from the other side of the room." While conversing with Fish earlier, you asked why he was giving you a dirty look despite knowing what he was about to say. When you and Santi argued about something, whether big or small, Fish was always there to console you. But there was a time where he never got to make you feel better.

The gang had their say, with most of them surprised that you were here with Santiago and some concerned about how you both act around each other.

"Little Ms. Saint's here? You with him again?"

"Hohoho, are you guys keeping secrets now? Coming here with matching clothes? Since when, Y/N?"

To be honest, you went outside as well because it was becoming too much for you. You felt as if the air inside had become thin, causing pain in your chest and lungs. But despite that, one of those words stood out the most to you. "Stop eye-fucking each other, just get a room, will you?" Benny's direct remark, combined with the possibility that Santi heard it as well, gave you butterflies.

This caused you to get frustrated even more, not only with Santi, but also with yourself, because you kept experiencing conflicting emotions. How could you possibly understand Santi when you can't even understand yourself?

You leaned back on the wooden swing, hugging yourself as another blast of cold air sent shivers down your spine. You wanted to go home but couldn't bring yourself to say it because you didn't want Sierra to be upset. You closed your eyes and bit your lips hard, feeling your chest tighten once more.

"Fuck Cupid, why him?" you questioned quietly, your voice quivering as you cupped both hands to your face. You're annoyed by why everything sucks, and what irritates you even more is that you don't know the answer. You wanted this to be over, to be free of Santi, or anyone else for that matter.

Then it hit you: a solution to your problems.

You can re-enlist and maybe that can set your mind off of Santi.

Your future planning made you feel hopeful, and you were unaware that someone was already standing beside you. When you became conscious of the presence, you flinched in surprise and clutched your chest as your heart skipped a beat. "I'm sorry," he said, not intending to scare you.

You took a deep breath before closing your eyes briefly, still trying to relax your heartbeat. Santi stood patiently, his hand resting on the arm rest of the swing in front of you, his other free hand in his pockets, waiting for you to be okay again. "What is it?" you glared at him.

"Can I sit?" he asked, motioning with his hand to the empty seat in front of you. This caused you to tilt your head and cross your arms. He wants to talk to you now? Is he only interested in talking to you when you're both alone? Is he embarrassed to be seen with you? The thoughts made your heart ache and your head spin slightly. You gave him a single nod before turning your gaze to the house where many people were still celebrating.

Santi smiled warmly before entering the swing and carefully sitting down, causing the swing to move slightly. Your head turned back to him, your gaze briefly falling to your touching knees before returning to him. Staring into his deep dark eyes in the peace and quiet was preferable to being alone here earlier. "You look lovely," Santi said, clearing his throat.

"It took you all day to say that? What do you want?" you huffed out a frustrated laugh, your nails digging into your arms as you narrowed your eyes on him. Santiago tensed up, slightly averting his gaze before clenching his jaw. "I'm sorry," he said, lowering his head.

"You keep saying tha-"

"I'm sorry for everything," Santi closed his eyes tightly. "You wouldn't come if I didn't lie about Sierra inviting you." You kept your mouth shut as he finally confessed, waiting for his other explanations. Santi slowly opened his eyes, licking his lips before turning to face you. His gaze searched your entire face, as he usually did when you were sleeping in bed next to him. "I wanted.... I wanted to see you again, and I used Sierra's birthday as an excuse," he continued, pausing when his voice quivered.

Your shoulders drooped in response to his words. "Why did you want to see me again, Santiago? After what you did? After all these years?" you sniffed, your voice shaking as tears sting your eyes. You wanted to know why he was acting this way because you'd had enough of feeling like shit.

Santiago slouched in an attempt to get closer to you. "Because I lied, Y/N. I'm a liar." His brow arched as he couldn't hold back his emotions, and tears welled up in his eyes, which he quickly wiped away. You shook your head, indicating that you were perplexed by what he was saying.

"You still remember why we broke up, don't you?" he asked, making you snicker. Who could ever forget the worst day of her life? The day that made you sick to the point of having to miss work, the day that caused you to distance yourself from everyone else and the world, and the day that made you hate yourself.

You furrowed your brows and lowered your hands to your lap, which he quickly took and encased in his larger ones. You wanted to reclaim your hands, but the feeling of them being near Santi's made you hesitate. "I lied so you'd back down from the mission," he began, and you could feel your heartbeat pounding incessantly with just those few words. "I couldn't bear the thought of you going into that mission knowing there's a good chance everything could go wrong." His grip on your hands tightened.

"I was supposed to come back to you after it was finished, but I was too stupid to realize how much I had hurt you in the process." Santi's cheeks became damp with tears, and he moved closer to the edge of the seat to be closer to you. "So I stayed away because I wanted you to live your life without me, but I couldn't stay away for long."

Your lips quivered and your hands shook as tears streamed down your cheeks. He lied? After all those years of thinking it was your fault and blaming yourself nonstop, it was Santi's fault?

"That's why I didn't ask for you when we went to Lorea; I lost Tom, and I can't afford to lose you as well."

You clenched your teeth before abruptly withdrawing your hand, startling Santi. "What do you mean you can't afford to lose me? You already did, Santiago! You made me believe I was wrong all these years, and I blamed myself for not being enough and forcing you to find someone else." You screamed at him, your chest tightening to the point of strangulation. You walked out of the swing, clutching your chest, and attempted to walk away from him when he grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

"Please, please, please, I'm sorry, It wasn't true, it wasn't your fault," Santiago continued to whisper in your ear as he drew you to him and engulfed you in his embrace. With panting breaths, you attempted to move away from him, harshly punching his chest to force him to let go, but he refused. "I was selfish, I'm sorry," Santi murmured as he cupped the back of your head, forcing you to press your face against his pounding chest.

"I can't, Santi, it hurts so much." You sobbed, feeling as if your heart was tearing into two again. "Please let me go." You couldn't stand being in his presence any longer; you could feel your knees buckle beneath you as you reacted to every brush of his hands.

Those gentle and tender brushes that you missed.

Your plea brought Santi to a halt, his breath catching as his grip loosened. "I will... I will, I'm sorry," he sniffed, gently holding both of your shoulders and backing away slightly. You could breathe a little easier now that he wasn't holding you down, but you still struggled to get enough oxygen to keep your heartbeat steady.

"Every night I blamed myself for not being enough for you, Santi, you have no idea how much you destroyed me," you began, lowering your voice and nudging his hands away from you. 

Santi pursed his lips, heartbroken at the sight of you sobbing. As exhaustion washed over you, you shook your head and ran your hand through your now disheveled hair. "I can't," you said as you took a step backwards towards the gate, slightly losing your balance. "I only did it because I l-" Santi tried to follow you with worried eyes, but you stopped him with your open hand. "D-Don't."

You sprinted out of the backyard door as soon as he obeyed, not wanting the others to see you crying, even though you were certain they had overheard you both. Santi helplessly watched as you ran away from him, swearing under his breath as he gripped his hair, crying silently that it hurt his throat.

Santiago did what he had to, to keep you safe. It was a mission he knew had a high chance of failing, so he was fine if only he died, but the thought of you dying alongside him hurt him more. So that's why he lied; he lied in order to break your heart and cause you to distance yourself from him, which you did. But he didn't consider the other outcome, the unintended consequence of his deception.

Santiago knelt on the grass, looking up at the night sky, completely swamped by floods of multiple emotions: rage, devastation, remorse, and desperate desire. He hadn't been able to express his emotions in a long time, so when one escaped, he couldn't stop the others. 

Santi lowered his head, closing his eyes and weeped quietly. He should go after his girl, but he's hesitant because he doesn't want to hurt her any longer. He heard how she felt, he saw how he broke her, and he is terrified of doing it again.

"Santiago." 

His head jerked to the left when a woman called out to him, walking towards his kneeling figure. Santi quickly wiped his tears away and cleared his throat before rising to his feet. "Camila, what are you doing out here? It's late at night," he inquired, slightly embarrassed that his sister had seen his vulnerability. Camila faced Santi, who was avoiding eye contact and wiping dirt from his jeans. "Where's Y/N?" she questioned, her gaze drawn to the open fence door before raising a brow at Santi.

Santi sighed and ran his tongue over his lips briefly before returning his gaze to Camila's. "She....gone to buy something," he lied, not wanting to include his sister in his personal drama. Camila scoffed at Santi, eyeing him incredulously, "I'm not stupid, brother; the moment you two walked in, I knew something was up."

Santi huffed out a chuckled at how perceptive his sister is; he should have known she was feeling something.

"I..I just fucked up again," Santi admitted, his voice hoarse and quiet. Camila sighed at how sorry his brother appeared, "Then fix it properly this time," she said as she walked closer to him, crossing her arms and carefully scrutinizing Santi's face. Camila rolled her eyes as he shook his head. "If you think you're both done, Santiago, you're the idiot; I saw how you looked at her and how she did the same; that's not something that's failed."

Santiago closed his eyes firmly, shedding a single tear as he massaged his nose bridge, muttering something under his breath. "Santiago, I know you have a brain so use it; if Y/N truly has no feelings for you anymore, she wouldn't have come here, whether Sierra invited her or not; you know how much this house means to her, how much you mean to her." Camila poked Santi on the shoulder with her finger.

After a while of convincing, Santi's fogged mind started to ease up, his sister's words finally sinking in and understanding what each meant. He opened his eyes to look at Camila who was genuinely smiling at him, "You made a mistake, and mistakes are meant to be fixed."

Santiago's lips formed a small smile, nodding in agreement and snickering at how stupid he is. He was so ashamed that his sister had to talk him out of it in order for him to get back on track. But maybe it was for the best, because he never really got help from anyone else after he and you split up.

"I'm sorry I had to drag you into this," Santi groaned as he face palmed. 

"No, Santi. I'm here because you need help and you're my brother," Camila embraced him, rubbing his back before pulling away and looking in the direction you went to. "Everything will be fine. You're Santiago Pope  Garcia; suck it up and go get her. Don't let her go this time or I'll be the one to punch you in the face," she joked.

Santi laughed as he remembered how you punched him in the face when you two broke up, leaving a mark that took weeks to fade. "Thank you." He said sincerely, grateful that someone was there.

"Don't thank me yet. Now go and get Sierra's favorite auntie."

...

After a while of walking around the neighborhood, your feet began to ache, and luckily you stopped by the bar you always went to whenever you and the gang celebrated something. Even though you were always wasted when you drank alcohol, you still wanted something to distract you from the constant tears that streamed down your cheeks.

You're aware that drinking alone in this state is a bad idea, but your mind isn't functioning properly right now, so who gives a shit?

"Ms. L/N, should I call someone to pick you up?" Lance, the bartender who had been looking after you while you were drinking nonstop, asked worriedly as he tried to keep you from hitting your head on the wooden countertop. 

"N-no, I'm fine," you stammered, raising your head and looking at Lance with hooded eyes, assuring him that you were okay even though you weren't. You languidly reached for your glass and motioned it towards him, wanting more. You'd already had a lot of drinks, but you weren't satisfied; you liked how the alcohol burned your throat and made you feel good.

Lance sighed and took your glass, keeping an eye on you to see if you'd do something stupid. You waited for him by resting your elbow on the counter and your head on the back of your hand. You closed your eyes briefly, your lids getting heavier by the second. "I believe I should contact someone, Ms. L/N. Perhaps Mr. Garcia is available to-"

"No!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening and your other free hand pointing at him. "I'm here because of him," you hiccupped, your brows knitting as you remembered why you were here in the first place. You wanted to get away from him, from everybody. When you noticed that your glass had been refilled, you bit your lip and eagerly took it, chugging it down without pausing.

After nearly choking on your drink, you slammed it down on the table, causing a loud thud and startling Lance. You slowly closed your eyes and exhaled sharply, feeling the heat of your body and the constant pounding of your heart in your aching chest.

You ran a hand through your tangled hair before placing both palms on your face, your now lips quivering. "A-Are you okay?" Lance frantically reached out for you as you began to sob. Everything was flooding back in, your emotions as well as the alcohol you had consumed earlier. 

You couldn't help but let it out again, even though your eyes were already stinging from the torrent of tears. It was fortunate that you and Lance were the only people in this establishment; he was about to close and leave when you approached him for assistance. You dropped and crossed your arms on the table, bowing your head, as if you were a child crying because their mother had abandoned them on the first day of school.

"I-I'm fine," you sobbed, lifting your head and biting your arm harshly to keep from crying out loudly. "I'm going to get someone," Lance said, having had enough of your breakdown and not wanting to stand there and just watch you. You tried closing your eyes to calm your breathing, but it didn't work. Why were you still so affected by Santi? It had been years, but it felt like it had only been yesterday.

"Stupid!" you cursed out, raising your head as you slapped and wiped your face with your hand. You slouched on your stool, now alone inside this bar, and fiddled with your hands. You assumed that this was just a side effect of the alcohol and that you'd be fine the next day, but there was something in you that tells you things wouldn't be the same. When your phone vibrated for the tenth time this night, you furiously knitted your brows. Because you didn't want to talk to anyone, you didn't bother looking to see who it was.

Your eyelids dropped along with the heavy feeling in your limbs as the exhaustion increased, causing you to fall backwards onto the hard cold floor. But someone has already caught you before your back hits the ground and injures you.

"I got you, I got you," Santiago murmured softly, gently placing his hand on your back to keep you from falling. You struggled to open your eyes after hearing his voice. "Hey, are you okay?" he anxiously inquired, tapping your cheek with his other hand and wiping your hair away from your face. You couldn't respond or even move because your entire body felt like it had gone limp.

"Why would you drink? You know you've always been a bad drinker," Santi scolded, arching his brows as he sat you back up on the stool properly. Hearing him say that made you unconsciously cackle, knowing he was correct. Santi would always be right beside you, keeping an eye out for you whenever you drank alcohol.

As the room felt like it was floating around like a boat in the ocean, your vision splitting into two, you playfully turned to Santi and placed both your hands on his shoulders. "Because.....Because I wanted to forget, but instead....I remembered everything, that's so unfair!" you whined, frowning and lightly hitting him with your fists.

"You've had enough, let me take you home." Santi cupped your head gently, forcing you to look at him even though you were struggling to keep your eyes open. He turned to take your bag from the counter and slung it over his shoulder. "No, I don't need you, S-anti," you interjected, attempting to distance yourself from him.

You giggled randomly as you let the weight of your body overcome you, not feeling like yourself anymore. "Shit, I told you," Santi hurriedly placed his arm behind you and hooked his other arm under your legs to carry you because he knew you wouldn't be able to walk in this condition. As Santi began to lift you up, you threw your head back and closed your eyes. "I can...walk home, you know? I don't need you. I've been alone....for-for three years." Your words were barely audible, but Santiago understood.

"Thank you, Lance, for looking after her." Santiago nodded to Lance, who opened the door for you both. Santiago took careful steps to ensure you won't fall as you both walked towards the exit. "No problem, you should probably take care of her; I'm not sure if it'd be okay if she'd re-enlist in that condition," Lance said as he followed you two out of the bar. Santi carefully adjusted your head so that it was now resting on his shoulder, but he came to a halt when Lance said something. "Pardon? Re-enlist?" he asked, his brow furrowed and his voice a little worried.

Lance put his keys in his pockets after locking the front door and turning to face Santiago, who was staring at him. "Yeah, Ms. L/N was ranting about something and said she'd re-enlist first thing tomorrow," Lance said, glancing at you, who was now sleeping comfortably despite the fact that you were still being carried.

Santi's mouth closed and his chest tightened suddenly. "Thank you for informing me, have a nice night," he said before turning to amble towards his already opened car. Lance saying that bluntly made Santi feel even worse. Were you really going to join the army again just to get away from him?

Santiago looked somberly at your now-sleeping figure, scrutinizing every feature illuminated by the glowing moon and dim lamp posts before carefully placing you in his passenger seat. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly before kissing the crown of your head and briefly closing his eyes before removing the strands of hair in your face. After some time of being captivated by your undeniable beauty, he slowly let you go before quietly closing the door and quickly entering the driver's seat to take you home.

...

Because the bar wasn't far from your house, you and Santi were there in no time. It was getting cold outside, which made you feel a little uncomfortable, so Santi hurriedly carried you out of his vehicle and took you inside to get you ready for bed.

The sweet atmosphere of your home greeted you both as Santiago placed your bag on the couch and silently closed the door behind him, hurrying up to your bedroom upstairs. "Santi...?" you called out, your voice strained as you struggled to open your eyes fully. As he reached the top of the stairs, Santiago smiled at you. "You're home," he reassured you, not wanting you to panic if you were still out of your consciousness.

This wasn't the first time Santi had brought you home while you were wasted. You drank a lot of alcohol on your first date, and despite his warnings that it was a bad idea to drink, he stayed beside you and looked after you until your hangover subsided. He never asked for anything in return; all he wanted was to be right beside you, even if it meant assisting you while throwing up in the bathroom.

You two were perfect for each other; your parents agreed and loved him, and his family reciprocated. Hell, both of you were even thinking about getting married and having children if it hadn't been for that stupid mission that separated you two.

As the familiar mattress touched your cold back, you felt your body relax. Even if the room still felt like it was spinning, it wasn't so bad now that you were home and Santiago was here......wait, he's here?

Santiago was about to leave after pulling the warm comforter over your shoulder to keep you warm when he felt a hand softly grab his arm. He surprisingly looked at your hand before looking at your droopy eyes, which were captivated by him despite the lack of light. "Pope....please stay," you pleaded as a soft whimper escaped your mouth, your hand falling from his to the bed. Even though you weren't quite yourself, you knew it was you who wanted Santi to stay.

Santi's eyes glowed with hope when he heard you say that. His breath caught in his throat as he gingerly reached out for your hand, "Of course," he said as he lowered himself and brought your hand up to his mouth to delicately kiss them. Once your vision began to dim, a faint smile formed on your lips, but just before you succumbed to darkness, your gaze was drawn to the vibrant red rose that seemed to glimmer on your nightstand.

#oscar isaac #triple frontier #santiago gracia #santiago pope garcia #triple frontier fanfiction #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic writing #pope garcia

[sandsofoneiros]

Echo

Disclaimers: I have been out of the writing game for months but I decided to try a new series. I really hope some people like it and enjoy it. If you want to be tagged please let me know and all. Enjoy...

Word count: 2420

Warning: Mentions of food and anxiety.

Description: Sometimes Mondays aren't so horrible.... (I suck at descriptions.)

Pairing: Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x OFC (Juni Bishop)

Rating: Maybe PG just for some cussing or whatnot. Not too much happening other than introducing Juni.

Chapter One: Broken ATMS and Wet Dogs.

Juniper could barely keep her eyes open as she padded around the apartment to get ready for her morning shift at the bookstore. The rain was pouring outside, which made Juni only want to crawl back into bed and sleep the day away, but that wasn’t in her future. Bending down to search through the driver to find a pair of pants and a nice blouse, she yawned softly, trying her best not to groan loudly. It should have been a crime actually to work when the sun wasn’t out, but it could also be said it should be a crime to work when it was a lovely day. Either way, she was still set on crawling back into bed even as she was getting dressed. Her fingers combed through her hair to part it into sections to quickly braid as she watched the time on her phone. Mentally, she was reminding herself that she needed to stop and get gas, otherwise, she wasn’t getting to work. A horrible habit she had was testing the gods of fuel and seeing how far she could get before her gaslight came on. Something her father would already scold her about and how it damaged the car. She could almost hear the man ranting as she finishes braiding her hair. Noticed the single piece of strawberry blonde hair that she had missed and hurriedly tucked it into the braid before she got too frustrated. The smell of fresh coffee greeted her nostrils as she walked into the kitchen and smiled seeing Rue. 

“Look at you awake before noon..” Juni teased before moving to the fridge to get her things to make her iced coffee. 

“I have some dumb meeting at work. Apparently, some servers are complaining about one of that managers again and we need to all talk it out.” Rue scoffed before pouring her coffee into the cup. 

“Is it Monica again? The one you don’t seem to like and micromanages you every shift?” Juni asked while hopping up on the counter and stirring her coffee that was more sugar and caramel than actual coffee. 

“It always is. However, I didn’t complain. I gave up on that. I think it was someone else. Maybe the new girl…” 

“Damn. Hope they get something done or her eyes open… “

“Monica? Not a chance. She’s older than the restaurant, she claims. Any plans tonight?” 

“I don’t know yet. Probably just going to watch trash television or read.” 

“I’ll bring home dinner and if you don’t want the usual, just text me.” 

Giving her friend a thumbs up while she sipped her coffee, she inched off the counter to grab her back and check the time on her phone. It was time to go and she can already feel the dread bubbling in her stomach. Hoping that the shift would go back quickly if she was working with the less than favorite employees today… Telling rue goodbye and jogging down the stairs, Juni made her way to her car. Not minding the rain and simply hoping that she wouldn’t be late for work because of it. Or that there weren’t too many accidents on the road because of it. The gaslight came on not too long after she started down the road to the gas station. The gas station was seemingly busier than usual, and it took her a moment before she could pull up to the pump. Stepping out of her car, she dug through her wallet for her debit card and went to place it in the reader. Her head tilted to the side in confusion when it said, ‘Please see the cashier.’ Juni knew there was money in her account and was already checking her phone just to make sure. The line inside was long as well as she crossed the pavement to get inside and glanced around, trying to understand what was going on. 

“I can help you right here!” The woman spoke as Juni stepped forward. 

“I just fifteen on pump three…” 

“We can’t take cards right now. The system is down. Only cash…” 

“Oh. Do you have an ATM?”

“Yes, but it’s down as well..” 

Juni’s face fell and she could already feel her anxiety bubbling up as she nodded and walked out of the store. Her mind racing to figure out if she could even make it to the next gas station that was on the end of her road. There weren’t many other options for her and there was no way she could make it to work. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she gripped the steering wheel tightly and tried to calm herself down. It would be okay. She could more than likely make it to the other gas station. No big deal. Taking a deep breath, she started her car again and tried to ignore the bright glow of her gas pump icon on her dash, and started towards the other gas station. Every single little noise made her stomach go into another knot and spiked her anxiety. “Not too much further…” she whispered, more to herself than the car. Why did Mondays have to be some call to adventure days? But not even the marvelous adventures, the adventures that happened before the actual hero came along? 

Like a knight in shining armor, the sign for the gas station came into view and she pulled her car right to the pump and nearly fell out of the car as she got out to pump her gas. The moment the card reader asked for her pin number, she nearly screamed with joy and felt relaxed as she pumped her gas. Her anxiety slowly crawled back from the depths that it had come from. The rest of the journey to work was much calmer, and she found herself not dwelling too much on what the rest of the day held for her. It couldn’t be as horrible as her morning, and that was going to be behind her soon. Yet, Monday mornings seemed to have a way of ripping the rug out from underneath someone. 

“And Juni, my darling, you’re at the cash register for your shift. We had a call out and I had to move things around…” Morgan spoke with a tiny smile. 

Juni nodded her head and picked at the inside of her cardigan sleeve and gave a smile. “Totally fine. Things happened, and we gotta adapt. I totally get it and I’m only here until 4:30, so it’s no biggie.” 

Deep down, she wanted to scream. Ever since they had trained her on the register, Juni had done little of the actual bookselling or shelving anything. She missed getting to actually help customers but had to stock the gift area and replenish all the little things around the cash stand area. The thing seemed too repetitive there, and she often was drained by the time it was her break or when the shift was over. Making her list of things to do before getting to her other projects, Juni made her way to her own personal hell. 

The hours ticked by slowly and at some point Juni felt more like a robot trying to sell membership and tote bags to people that never even let her get the sentence out. Shrugging off her cardigan and placing it back in her locker along with her name tag, she close her locker and placed the lock on it before grabbing her bag and waving bye to a few people as she went through the doors. The rain had stopped not too long ago, and she was thankful for that. Hitting the unlock button frantically as she walked to her car, Juni was ready to end this not-so-great Monday, but as she stood at her door with her hand on the handle, she stopped for a moment. Something was whimpering nearby. Glancing around the parking lot and noticing that she couldn’t really see anything under cars or any babies making odd sounds, she was at a loss. Yet, it got louder and she glance down at her feet where she swore she heard it. 

It was under her car. 

Bending down and ignoring the pops of protest from her joints, she soon faced to face with the cutest puppy that she had ever seen. “Hello there, sweetheart. You can’t be comfy under there… Are you lost?” She cooed and moved back just a little more to give more space to the puppy, who tilted the moment that she started speaking to it. Juni wasn’t sure how she was going to get the little pup out from underneath her car, but she continued to keep still. “You can come out here. I won’t hurt you and the rain is gone…” She continued to speak and after a few minutes, the puppy slowly came out and approached her, sniffing at her hand before licking it. “Such a friendly little pup. I bet you’re lost… no one could ever just give up such a cutie like you…” Carefully scooping the pup into her arms, she looked around the parking lot again and tried to see if someone even remotely looked like they had lost a dog. The pup continued to lick at her hand and sniff her. 

“Well, I guess I can take you to the apartment and see what information I can find out about you. I see your collar and I’m sure it’s got your info…” Juni mumbled before opening her car door and carefully placing the pup in her passenger seat and noticing the ID tag. “Echo? Your name is Echo?” 

The pup’s tail began to wag and Juni couldn’t help but smile and scratch behind her ears. “Alright Echo, let’s get back to my place and I’ll check the back of it to see if there’s a number to call.” 

The drive back to the apartment wasn’t too awful, even if she couldn’t keep Echo out of her lap and had received so many kisses that made her squeal with delight. Okay, so Monday wasn’t too terrible and maybe this was her sign to look into getting her own puppy to love and care for. After making one quick stop at the pet store just in case she had to keep Echo overnight, she walked into the apartment and set the bags on the counter. 

“Finally, you’re home. I was about to start—Juni, is that a puppy?” Rue asked as she came to the kitchen and pointed to the German Shepherd puppy that barked at her. 

“This is Echo, and she isn’t my puppy. I think she got loose and I’m going to call her owner in a moment.” 

“You promise you didn’t steal someone’s puppy?” 

“No! I didn’t. Will you pour her some food while I get the number off her tag?” 

Rue nodded before getting everything out of the bag and setting it up while her friend looked at the back of the idea tag. 

“Santiago Garcia. Not a name I know. Should I text or call them?” 

“I would say text but a call is better in this case…” Rue suggested before taking Echo and taking her to the food bowl. Moving to the living room, she hit the call button on her phone and listened to it ring. Part of her hoped he didn’t answer. That way she could just leave a voice mail and have him call back. There was no answer, and the voice mailbox was generic. 

“Hi, Mr. Garcia. My name is Juni, and I have found your puppy, Echo. If you could just call me back at this number or text me. Thank you…” She did her best not to speak too quickly and ended the call when she was done. The hard part was over and she fell back on the couch and undid her braid. 

“Mr. Garcia? Sounds like an old man… Let’s hope he has caller id because you forgot to say your number…” Rue chuckled before taking a seat beside her and handing her the box of food. “Cheese fries with loads of bacon, cheese, and chives. Ranch on the side.” 

“This is why I love you.”

“Because I’m your supplier for cheese fries? I’ve never been more honored.” 

Settling into the evening, Juni tried to focus on the latest episode of 90 Day Fiance while Echo slept in her lap. Rue made her brief comments as she worked on her homework for school. The night was quiet until a buzz made Juni jump slightly as she took her phone. The number was unknown to her, but she quickly realized who it was the moment she read the message. 

Thank you so much for calling! Sorry, this is Santiago Garcia. You found Echo, and I was texting you back. 

Hey! Yeah, I was getting a little worried, but I have her with me. She’s asleep and I have no problem driving her home tonight. If not, then we can meet tomorrow morning? 

I’m sorry to contact you so late. I have been looking for her all day and I barely checked my phone until I got home. I hate to make you get out so late and all. We can meet tomorrow morning? 

That sounds perfect! I’ll send you the address of the gas station where we can meet. 

Perfect, thank you so much, Juni. 

“You get to see your dad tomorrow, Echo,” Juni spoke before yawing and looking over at Rue. “Will you ride with me to meet him? I don’t want to take a chance?” 

“Of course. I don’t want you to get kidnapped by someone and if it happens, at least we’re together.” Rue spoke before yawning. 

Checking the time, Juni scooped up Echo and made her way towards her bedroom. Maybe Monday wasn’t too horrible if she made a new cute friend even if she had to return her back to the owner. However, it seemed like the man was worried and eager to get reunited. Snuggling under the covers, her mind wondered what kind of man Echo’s owner was. What was Santiago Garcia like? One could tell a lot about someone by their dog or any pet. Was he a goofy man who was excited easily? A stern man who tolerated little, or what he was just someone who liked dogs? Shaking her head, Juniper couldn’t believe she was thinking about this pup’s owner, but her question would ultimately be answered tomorrow morning…

#Triple Frontier Fic #Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x OFC #Santiago Gracia x Juni #cw mentions of food #cw mentions of anxiety #mar's writing #my writing

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Paint It Black

Yovanna is starting a new life in Australia, but she would be happier if the man who helped her get there could share that life with her.

My first Triple Frontier fic, written in honor of the Netflix movie's 5th anniversary. It's just a simple love story, what I would have wished to see happen for Santiago and Yovanna.

@triplefrontier-anniversary

Rated NC-17 for Explicit Sexual Content (18+ Only!): Includes protected P in V and mirror sex.

Cross-posted on AO3

5.6k words (sorry, not sorry!)

Inspired by this gifset!

“Katia?”

It took almost two full seconds for Yovanna to respond to the teenage girl behind the counter; she was still not used to that name. Katia Hernàndez was who she was now, but despite living with that name for the last six months, she still had a hard time remembering to respond to it. She wondered if she would ever find it easy.

She turned toward the front of the delicatessen, where sixteen-year-old Maggie was looking at her expectantly, a plastic bag on the counter in front of her. The girl smiled when Yovanna looked her way, and Yovanna smiled back.

“Sorry, I was distracted.”

Maggie giggled. “Yeah, my mind likes to wander a lot, too.”

Yovanna walked over to the counter to take the bag with her purchases. “Gracias,” she told the girl.

“De nada,” Maggie responded. “Is that right?”

Yovanna smiled. “Si, that’s one way to say ‘thank you’.”

A woman came up behind Maggie, grinning. “You know, she had no interest in learning a foreign language until you started shopping here,” Lauren said. Blonde like her daughter, Lauren Oggelby owned and operated Oggelby Deli, one of the few delicatessens in Kiama, New South Wales. Seeing as it was just down the street from the apartment Yovanna shared with her little brother Emiliano – Ezra now, she reminded herself – it was the only deli she had been to in this town. The straightforward friendliness of Lauren and Maggie made it feel comfortable and safe.

Safe was not something Yovanna was used to.

“I want to learn it so well I can have a full conversation with you in Spanish,” Maggie said, responding to her mother’s comment.

Yovanna nodded. “Well, from what I understand, it’s a lot easier to learn Spanish than English, so be glad you already know the hard one.”

Maggie laughed while Lauren nodded. “You speak it fluently,” she observed.

“My mother was raised in the United States,” Yovanna said, making sure she didn’t say where in the U.S. “I grew up speaking both Spanish and English.”

“I want to visit Guatemala someday,” Maggie said dreamily. “It sounds beautiful.”

Yovanna smiled again. “It is.” She shrugged. “I better get going. I’ll see you both later!” She didn’t dare speak any more about the country she was from, especially since it wasn’t Guatemala. The two women waved at her and said their goodbyes as Yovanna left the store. She slipped on her sunglasses and headed down the sidewalk, away from the beach which was only a quarter of a mile away to the east. She would probably end up there later today; she usually did. She loved the ocean, though she had rarely seen it before coming to Australia six months ago. She would be content to live next to the sea for the rest of her life.

She arrived at the gate to the small complex she lived in. At the moment, it was only temporary, as she hoped to find a nice house in the near future, but odds were good Emiliano would stay here. He had started on-line classes just a few weeks ago, and Yovanna knew he wanted to become more independent; they had been in each other’s pockets since they had arrived, and they were both ready to start living their own lives now that things seemed to be settled.

Kiama was a beautiful, quiet place, and Yovanna was ready to call it home.

Yovanna climbed to the second floor of the complex, then walked to the third door down. She unlocked it, then nearly ran into her brother as he was heading out. “Where are you off to?” she asked in Spanish.

“I’m going to Ted’s,” he told her in English. He was determined to fit in to his new home by rarely speaking his native language. He wanted to rid himself of any accent other than Australian. “Then I have a date with Margo tonight, so I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

Yovanna felt a tug of anxiety and tried to ignore it. Emiliano had been doing well since they had arrived to this new country with new names and forged documents. His short jaunt in jail in Colombia, and the terror of having been in the discotech in Tarapacà when it was raided and almost destroyed by police, had set him back on a safer course. Money was not an issue for them anymore, and drugs had fortunately not become an addiction before his arrest. Their arrest, actually. Only she had gotten away.

With the help of one of those ‘cops.’

“Well, have fun,” she responded, also in English. “But not too much fun. Make sure you use protection.”

She couldn’t help but smile as her little brother, who stood taller than her and was very much a mature young man, blushed. “I will,” he mumbled before heading past her out of the apartment.

Sighing, Yovanna took the bag into the kitchen and began to put away the meats and cheeses and spreads she had purchased, her mind drifting, as it often did, to the ‘cop’ who had helped her and her brother get here. She wondered where he was. What he was doing. Had he made it out of Colombia safely? Had he and his friends gotten all that money over the mountains? Was he now lazing on some beach somewhere, some beautiful blonde in a bikini feeding him cholados?

She shook her head, chastising herself. She needed to stop thinking about him. He most likely had forgotten about her. Hell, she didn’t even know his name!

She finished putting away her purchases and leaned back against the counter, remembering the last day she had seen him, when she and Emiliano had started their journey to Australia with three million dollars. She remembered the question his friend, another former soldier, had asked her. “After you had sex…” She scoffed. She wished that had been the case. For the almost thirteen months she had known ‘Consejero,’ he had never once done anything improper or propositioned her in any way. She had often wondered why, as other ‘officials’ she had known, American or otherwise, had never been shy about requesting sex in exchange for protection and secrecy.

And Lord knows if he had requested that of her, she would not have refused.

But he never did. Though there were times… no. She was fooling herself, thinking she had often read more in his gaze than was most likely there. That he cared about her. That he worried about her.

That he loved her.

She groaned out loud and pushed herself away from the counter, moving toward the refrigerator, intent on getting something cold to drink. Though the AC in the apartment worked wonderfully, thinking about Consejero always made her heat up. She needed to follow her brother’s example and find someone here. Goodness knows she had already been asked out by enough people since her arrival. It didn’t matter that she was always comparing them to him. And always found them lacking.

There was a sharp, sudden knock on the door and it made her jump. She shook her head at her own nervousness and moved toward the door, wondering if it was her brother. Maybe he had forgotten something. She unlocked the door and pulled it open, then stood in silent shock as she saw who was on the other side.

As if she had conjured him with her thoughts, Consejero himself was here.

XXXXX

Yovanna stared at the man standing outside her doorway, her eyes quickly assessing him, noticing the changes from the last time she had seen him. His hair was longer, the grey a little less pronounced in the thicker curls. He had the familiar 5-o’clock-shadow, but his face seemed narrower, his cheekbones more pronounced, as if he had lost weight. His broad shoulders also seemed sharper under his dark grey button down, and as her gaze trailed down his body to his khaki cargo pants, she realized he was indeed skinny. Too skinny.

She brought her eyes back up to meet his. Chocolate brown and as intense as always, this was something that hadn’t changed. She opened her mouth to speak, but the shock of his appearance kept her silent.

“Hello, Yovanna,” he said softly, his heavy brows low as he watched her carefully.

“Katia,” she said automatically in reply.

He huffed slightly and the corner of his mouth curled up. “Katia.” He took a deep breath, then shook his head. “If you want me to leave and pretend I never saw you-“

“No!” she interrupted him. She stepped back. “Come in, please?”

He did as she asked, walking past her toward her living room. His cologne, subtle and alluring, caught her attention. That also hadn’t changed, she thought as she closed her eyes and breathed deep. Delicious. She opened her eyes and closed the door, locking it immediately as she had become accustomed to. She turned and followed him into the living room.

He turned to face her, his expression uncertain. “Where’s Duke?”

She rolled her eyes at her brother’s nickname. “Ezra is with friends.”

“He’s doing well?”

She nodded. “Yes.” She paused, and when he didn’t continue, she rushed ahead. “What are you doing here?” She didn’t bother asking how he had found her; he had been the one to have the fake passports and documents made. He knew more about her new persona than she did. The question that she needed answered was why he was here.

He bit his lip, and she tried not to think about what that action did to her physically, then he met her eyes with his own. There was a strange desolation in them, a sadness she didn’t remember seeing in his eyes before. She had witnessed him angry and concerned, and she had seen those eyes light up with laughter, but never had she seen him like this.

“What happened?” she whispered, knowing it wasn’t good.

He gave a heavy sigh and moved to sit down on one of the stools that sat along the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. “Everything wrong,” he told her.

“You didn’t get the money out, did you?” she asked softly.

He shook his head. “Not much.”

“Did everyone make it?” she whispered, instinctively knowing that while losing all that money would be devastating, losing one of his friends would be worse.

His lips tightened and his eyes narrowed as he looked away from her, then he gave a sharp shake of his head. “Redfly didn’t,” he mumbled.

“Redfly?” she said. She hadn’t known the men he had brought to take down Lorea, but he had told her that she could trust them. That he trusted them with his life. And she had overheard them talking with each other. “He was the one that didn’t trust me, wasn’t he?”

He gave another sharp nod, then looked at her. “And I’m not going to deny how pleased I was to prove him wrong about you,” he said softly. “But he was off his game. We all were.”

“I’m sorry,” Yovanna said softly, and she meant it. While she might not have had a good experience with the man, he was still this man’s friend. And she cared about this man. Too much.

He shrugged. “What money we got out, we gave to his family,” he continued. “I’ve just been… wandering since. Can’t go back to Colombia. Can’t go back to the States.”

She nodded. “Diego and his men know your real name,” she said. And they had plenty of contacts in the States. She huffed a laugh. “So, you came to the one person you know who actually benefitted from your heist.”

He furrowed his brows for a moment, then his eyes widened as he realized what she was saying. “Oh, no! That’s not why I’m here,” he argued. “I may not be a millionaire, but I’ve still got plenty of my own money from investments keeping me afloat. I…”

She laughed at his defensiveness and moved to the refrigerator in the kitchen. Opening it, she pulled out a couple bottles of Schweppes lemonade and handed one to him. “It doesn’t matter,” she told him, trying to believe it herself. The idea that he had come for her and just her was too much to hope for. “It’s not like Emiliano… I mean Ezra and I are going to need all that money. It started out as yours, and you are welcome to a share.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s yours. I don’t care if you keep the majority in hiding or invest it or give it all away to charity, it’s yours.” His dark eyes were focused on her intently once more. “I came here because I missed you.”

Yovanna sat on the stool next to him, but couldn’t look at him. Instead, she focused on opening the bottle in her hand.

He continued. “I missed talking to you. I missed complaining about all those little things that annoy me to you, and getting your sympathy. You were the only person I really trusted in Tarapacà, dare I say my only friend there?” He paused, waiting for her to look at him. “I missed your smile. Your laugh. The way you glared at me when I teased you.”

She finally looked at him, searching his face, but she saw no duplicity there. Despite their official relationship, she believed he had never lied to her. And she had never lied to him, which is why he had been so angry with her after the discotech raid. “I wasn’t like any of your other informants, was I?” she asked, and she couldn’t help the bit of sarcasm in her voice.

Either he didn’t pick up on it or he chose to ignore it. “No, you weren’t. And you were my only one in the end. The only one I trusted.”

Yovanna took a sip of her drink, then shook her head again. “I always wondered why you treated me different,” she told him. “Carmen and Lucia had much different relations with you.” Carmen was one of the secretaries in the office she had worked at, the one where most of Lorea’s money was funneled through. And Lucia was her friend who worked as a housekeeper for several of Lorea’s men in Tarapacà. It was through them that this man had found her, a lowly accountant, who knew far more about the coming and going of all that dirty money than most of her coworkers.

He seemed to pull back at her words, knowing now what she was getting at. Carmen and Lucia had both commented more than once that he ‘paid them well,’ both in and out of bed.

He watched her silently for a long moment. “You’re wondering why I didn’t fuck you, aren’t you?”

She felt her face heat, which was crazy. Yovanna wasn’t an innocent, though it had been a very long time since she had been in a relationship with a man. Since before she met this one, in fact. She tried to shake her head to deny his question, but she couldn’t.

“There’s two very good reasons why I never asked you for that kind of arrangement,” he told her, his voice hardening. “One was that I knew you weren’t that kind of woman. Lucia and Carmen both used sex to control the men in their lives on a regular basis. It was an exchange as easy as money to them. I knew you were different.” He took a deep breath. “And two… I knew I could love you.”

Yovanna’s eyes shot up to his face. Had she heard him right? Had he actually used the word love? She was literally speechless at his comment, but as she searched his face, she once more found no evidence of deceit. If anything, he looked nervous, as if he wasn’t sure he should have admitted something so dangerous.

When her silence continued, he grimaced and nodded. Setting the unopened bottle of lemonade on the counter, he stood. “I just wanted to be sure you and your brother were doing okay. It looks like you found a perfect home, and I hope you are happy here. I don’t want to upset that peace. Goodbye, Yovanna.” He paused and smiled slightly. “I mean Katia.” He nodded and turned toward her door.

“I don’t even know your name,” she said, hating how desperate her voice sounded.

He stopped and turned back as he reached the door. “Santiago,” he told her. “Santiago Garcia.”

She slid off the stool and walked quickly toward him. “Don’t go, Santiago. Please, don’t leave.”

“Give me a reason to stay,” he responded, his voice rough.

She reached for his hand, taking it in both of hers and rubbing his calloused palm gently. She brought it up to her mouth and kissed his rough knuckles, then looked him in the eye. Slowly, deliberately, she turned and tugged on his hand, coaxing him to follow her to her bedroom.

He didn’t resist.

XXXXX

Santiago.

The name rolled around in her head like the lyrics to a favorite song. Santiago. It was perfect for him. It was strong and masculine, but caring and empathetic, like the stories of the saints she learned as a child. Santiago.

As soon as the door to her bedroom closed behind them, he had her pinned to the wall, her arms up with their fingers entwined, his mouth on hers. She reciprocated by writhing against him, meeting his tongue with her own in a sensuous dance. As his lips dropped to her neck, she pulled her hands free, reaching down to work on the buttons of his shirt. He responded by grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it up and over her head. She stepped away from him a bit so she could toe off her shoes and he moved to sit on the corner of her bed so he could remove his boots.

She followed him there, bending over to work on his shirt once more. He tried kissing her while they both worked, missing her mouth and connecting with her cheek or her ear over and over again until she was giggling. When she looked at him, the crow’s feet around his eyes grew as his smile widened. The darkness in his eyes had faded.

She straightened and reached behind her for the clasp of her bra, slowly letting it slide down her arms. His eyes became intense once more as he watched her, slowly taking off his now unbuttoned shirt. As he focused on her bare breasts, she ran her eyes over his chest. While he had indeed lost weight in the last few months, he was still beautiful. Muscled without looking like a body builder, his copper skin tantalizing. His chest was hairless, but the trail of hair that began under his navel and disappeared under his waistband was alluring.

“Wait!” he said suddenly, and she brought her eyes up to meet his. “I seriously wasn’t expecting this,” he told her with a slight shake of his head, his eyes huge. “I don’t have protection.”

Yovanna smiled slightly and walked over to the dresser next to the bed. She opened the top drawer and pulled out an unopened box of condoms, then brought them back to Santiago. “I bought them for my brother, but he assured me he had his own.” She tossed the box onto the bed next to him.

He looked at them, then looked at her, and the excitement she saw in his eyes sent a shot of electricity through her. He began to unbuckle his belt, and she started to work on the fly of her lightweight trousers, quickly sliding them off as he stood and removed his, boxers and all. He stepped into her before she could get a good look at his impressive erection, wrapping his arms tight around her and finding her mouth with his own once more. She let herself sink into his kiss, feeling her whole body shiver at the feel of his naked skin against hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her hands sweep along his shoulders and the back of his neck. Her fingers found the scar there, and she gently massaged the area. She knew he had gotten surgery on his neck only a few months before the heist had taken place; he had returned home to the States for it, and she had missed him while he had been gone. His mouth once more dropped down to her neck, but then she felt him still. She pulled back slightly to look at him, and realized he was looking behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see what had caught his attention away from her.

It was their own reflection in the floor length mirror on her closet door. She felt her heart start to race as she watched his hands smooth down her naked back, cupping her almost-bare bottom; she was still wearing a pair of teal-colored panties.

Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around with a growl deep in his throat. As she faced their reflection, she caught sight of his cock, which looked even more massive than before now that he was fully aroused, and then she felt it pressed against the upper curve of her buttocks. His arms came around her once more, one hand cupping her breast and squeezing it lightly, the other dropping down between her legs, his fingers delving into her panties to burrow into her wet heat. She cried out, both the feel of him and the sight of them in the mirror shooting her arousal into orbit.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured roughly against her neck, his fingers playing with her sensitive folds. “So fucking wet for me.”

His words made her whimper, and she rocked her hips against his touch.

“Look at me!” His words were harsh and made her jump. She hadn’t realized she had closed her eyes. She opened them to look at him in the mirror, making eye contact through their reflection. “Tell me you want this!” he demanded. “Tell me now or I walk out of here.”

And he would, she knew. He would stop if she didn’t give him the okay. This man, a trained killer, would leave her alone if she asked, even as fully aroused as he was right now. Holding his powerful gaze, she nodded. “I want this.”

He brought his hand out from between her legs and plucked at her panties. “Off!” he told her as he backed toward the bed, grabbing the box she had put there and ripping it open. She slid her panties off as he removed a condom, preparing it and sliding it on. She had turned to watch him and didn’t hide that fact. ¡Dios mío! He was thick! She felt her pussy weep even more fluid at the thought of him inside of her. He finished and stepped toward her again. Briefly he made eye contact once more before grasping her shoulders and turning her away from him again. He pushed her forward gently, toward the mirror.

She realized what he was doing and she began to pant in excitement. When she was close, she leaned forward, her hands on the mirror. She looked up to see him move behind her and grasp her hip with one hand. She felt his cock come up between her legs, but he didn’t push in. Instead, he used his other hand to run it all over her dripping pussy, covering the condom with her juices. She moaned at the sensation, her hips moving counter to his actions. “¡Dios!” she cried, feeling an orgasm already threatening.

“Hermosa?” His throaty gasp caught her attention, and she looked up again, meeting his questioning gaze in the mirror.

She nodded quickly. “¡Ahora!”

Without any resistance, he slid into her. She cried out, smiling at the absolute pleasure his invasion brought her. “Yes!” she cried out in English.

“Fuck!” he responded. “You’re so tight! Please, tell me I’m not hurting you!” His voice was desperate.

“Santiago,” she said, her voice breathy as she continued to pant. “Santiago, please, fuck me!”

And he did, his hips immediately thrusting into her at a steady and solid pace. She dropped her head, unable to keep on watching their reflection in front of her, her sole focus on the feelings his body was creating in hers. She was so full, but she wanted more. She pushed back into him, encouraging him without words to move faster. He responded by quickening his pace, but he grumbled at her as he did so. “I’m trying to take this slow, Querida.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “I don’t want slow. We can go slow next time!”

“Fuck, yeah!” he said, his grip on her hips tightening. “Next time!” He began to pound into her harshly, and she laughed again in pure joy. Yes!!!!

“Oh, Dios!” she cried. She was almost there!

Suddenly, he dropped one of his hands down, reaching around in front of her to tease her clit. “Come on my fucking cock!” he hissed in her ear.

His touch combined with his words sent her over the edge and she squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her body convulse, her pussy squeezing him tight, her legs tremoring. She saw stars. Or maybe they were fireflies. She wasn’t sure and she really didn’t care. She was crying, tears of ecstasy rolling down her cheeks. Her legs began to give out and Santiago moved his arm up to wrap around her waist, holding her tight against him.

When she was able to focus again, she realized he wasn’t moving. His cock was still buried deep inside her, but he was simply holding her. She looked up at him in the mirror, afraid and embarrassed of her reaction. He was smiling softly at her, his eyes wide and almost black with passion and… dare she think it? Love?

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

She gathered her strength and straightened her legs, standing on her own again. His grip loosened, then he let her go completely and backed away, sliding out of her.

“No!” she couldn’t help but gasp. He wasn’t done. Just because she had had the most amazing orgasm of her life didn’t mean they were done!

His smile got bigger as he took her hand and led her toward the bed.

He sat on it and pushed himself back, laying down with his head on her pillows. His smile had turned into a smirk. “Come on, Cariño. You know what I want you to do.”

Yovanna climbed onto the bed on her knees and shuffled over to him. She threw one leg over his hips and settled on his thighs, his still rock-hard cock in front of her, teasing her super sensitive clit. Taking a deep breath, she rose up on her knees and grabbed his cock, then carefully mounted him. She was still so wet, he slid in easily, and she closed her eyes as she absorbed the feeling of him filling her once again, this time touching places he hadn’t in their previous position.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured. “Perfect.”

She opened her eyes to see him looking to where they were joined. She also looked down, rather amazed that she could take him all, then she looked back at him. He was watching her now, and as she made eye contact with him, he lifted his hands toward her, fingers outstretched, in invitation.

She accepted, meeting his hands with her own, palm to palm, fingers intertwined once more. She began to rock, back and forth, with her hips. She leaned down to kiss him, bringing their joined hands up to rest just above his head on the pillow. He moaned into her mouth, letting her take control this time around, and apparently loving it. Eventually, they let go of each other so they could take their time touching each other. Yovanna played with his hair, running her fingers through it as she had imagined doing so many times before. Santiago let his fingers toy with her breasts, thumbing her nipples, then massaging her curves. They never stopped kissing.

As her rocking became faster, his hands moved down her back to her buttocks, the tips of his finger straying down to where they were joined, then up to tease her asshole briefly, making her squeal in surprise. It hadn’t been uncomfortable, she realized, just nothing she had tried before. Interesting. She pushed herself up straight once more, using her strong thighs to push herself up and down on him now. He also sat up, diving in to lick and suck on first her breasts, then her neck. He found her pulse point and began to suck hard; she knew he was marking her and didn’t care. Her bouncing increased in speed and his grip on her ass tightened.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it anymore,” he groaned.

“Don’t!” she told him. “Let go! Come for me!”

She felt his hips raise up off the bed as he ejaculated, finally coming. Dios, his stamina was amazing! As he let himself fall back onto the bed, Yovanna felt her own body start to tremble once more. This orgasm wasn’t as strong as her first, but it was no less satisfying. Breathing hard, she let herself fall forward and a little to the side, letting him slide out of her. He winced, then sat up to take care of the condom, tossing it in the waste basket next to the dresser. Then he fell back onto the bed, looking at her, a soft smile on his face.

She scooted close to him, tentatively putting her head on his shoulder, not sure how he felt about post-coital cuddling, but his arm wrapped around her immediately and he began to kiss her hair. They lay like this for a long time, letting their breathing and their hearts come back to normal. Yovanna became sleepy, but her brain soon started working overtime, and she was wide awake once more.

“Where are you staying?” she asked him.

“A little bed and breakfast on the other side of town,” he told her.

“You’re welcome to stay here,” she said softly.

“For how long?”

She lifted her head to look at him. “For however long you want.”

“With you?”

She shrugged. “Well, for a while. I’m planning on buying a house of my own, soon, but Emi—I mean Ezra, will probably stay here. So,” she gave him a teasing smile. “You can be roommates with him, or you can come live with me.”

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure he’d love if I stayed with him,” he said sarcastically.

“Then stay with me,” she told him, her voice soft but firm. “As long as you want.”

He was silent for a moment. “I know where the money is.”

She frowned at him.

He licked his lips. “Ironhead gave me the coordinates where we dumped it. In the mountains.” He was looking at her expectantly.

“How dangerous would it be to go back for it?” she asked carefully.

“Very,” he told her. “Not just because there are still people looking for it, but because the location it’s in is… treacherous.”

She bolstered herself for her next question. “And how much do you want it?”

He took a deep breath and pulled away from her. He slid off the bed and looked around until he found where his trousers had ended up, then he went over to them and pulled his wallet out from the back pocket. He opened it and took out a slip of paper. He dropped the pants and walked back over to where she was still lying on the bed, leaning on her elbow, her head propped on her hand as she watched him. He showed her the paper and she could see the coordinates on it. Then he reached for the long-stemmed lighter that sat on the dresser next to one of her scented candles. He lit it, then touched it to the paper, setting it on fire. He held onto it while most of it burned, then placed it on the candle, the remaining flame lighting the candle as it burned the last of the paper. He looked at her.

She gave him a half smile. “That’s a beautiful gesture,” she told him. “But do you really expect me to believe you don’t already have those numbers saved in your phone? Or even memorized in your head?”

He laughed. “Oh, come on! Let me have this dramatic moment!”

She laughed along with him, but soon he became serious once more.

“Give me a reason to not go back for that money,” he told her, the darkness from earlier appearing in his eyes once more.

She looked at him for a long moment. Then, in a trembling voice, she said, “I love you.”

His expression softened and his mouth opened as if he was stunned. He blinked rapidly, and Yovanna felt tears forming in her own eyes in response to his obvious emotion. He cleared his throat and bit his lower lip, but didn’t seem to know what to say. So, she sat up and continued.

“Stay here with me,” she told him. “Start a new life with me, away from pain and fear and anxiety.” She paused. “You’ve done more than enough, dealing with demons both real and in your mind. Let your body and your soul rest the way you deserve.” As his expression turned hopeful, she added, “Let me love you while we take care of each other.”

Slowly, he moved to lie next to her on the bed once more. “Forever?” he asked, his expression still full of such hope.

“Forever,” she told him.

“I love you, Yov—Katia,” he smiled softly as he corrected himself.

“And I love you, Santiago.”

“Yes, I’ll stay.”

Forever.

THE END

#fanfiction #triple frontier #triple frontier anniversary #santiago garcia #yovanna #santiago x yovanna #smut #romance #fluff

[waywardimpalawriter]

Triple Frontier Masterlist

Series/Chaptered stories

Piece’s of life Masterlist

Pairing’s to come for this series (Frankie Morales x Plus Size Female Reader x Benny Miller / Will Miller x Plus Size Female Reader x Santiago Garcia)

Co-written with @lucrezia-thoughts​: 

HATE SEX (SANTIAGO X F!READER)

LOLLIPOP ** (FRANKIE X F!READER X WILL X SANTIAGO X BENNY)

LOLLIPOP (CONTINUATION) ** (FRANKIE X F!READER X WILL X SANTIAGO X BENNY)

Fransisco "Catfish" Morales AKA Frankie

Dancing away with my heart (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

Summary: Coming home to you dancing while baking.

Ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

Summary: Lone phone booth, broken hearts and empty words, promises he tries to keep. Wanting to make his way back with the sunshine.

Distracted by ice cream (Frankie Morales x F!Reader) 

Summary: Backyard BBQ for the Fourth of July a different set of fireworks erupt at the same time as everyone oohs and ahhhs outside. All because of a single ice cream cone.

Benjamin “Benny” Miller AKA Ben

Benny’s Sunshine Series (Benny Miller x Plus Size Female Reader)  

William “Ironhead” Miller AKA Will 

Soothing touch (William Miller x Female Reader)

Summary: Simply wanting to make you husband relax, to release the tension just a little massage always helps.

Distraction (William Miller x Female Reader) 

Summary: He’s left you without his present since early that morning, sequestered away in his office, virtual meetings with the Director of the VA along with talks to give. No pandemic would knock Will off his schedule. Nope only you could throw that monkey wrench into his plans.

Santiago “Pope” Garcia AKA Santi

(Coming soon to a screen near you.)

Pairs:

Benny Miller x Female Reader x Santiago Garcia Imagines: 

A kiss to heal (Benny Miller x Female Reader x Santiago Garcia)

#Triple Frontier #Triple Frontier Masterlist #Plus Size Female Reader #Female Reader #Frankie Morales #William Miller #Santiago Gracia #Ben Miller #Triple Frontier Boys #Collaborations #Polyamorous relationships

[psychedelic-ink]

kinktober '22 ║ XIV

pairing: dbf!santiago garcia x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 1.4k

summary: santi comes to your room for a visit at 3 AM.

warnings: dad's best friend santiago, dry humping, quiet sex, dirty talk, squirting, breeding kink in the form of speech, biting, fingering

MLISTS .  LIBRARY. TAGLIST . KINKTOBER '22 . SANTIAGO PLAYLIST

If a needle so happened to fall, it would echo within the silent house with ease. You left your door slightly open before you head to bed. Your parents are sound asleep and when you glimpse at the dimmed screen of your phone you see that it’s nearing 3 AM. You place the phone on the bedside table a bit louder than you intended, Santiago was in town and came for a visit. Beer and wine bottles were opened, a fine feast that all of you enjoyed to the fullest. While you drank your full, you constantly felt Santiago’s eyes constantly moving along your frame. It made you feel heated, especially since your parents were also there. 

You half expected him to come visit you in the silence of night, which is why you have a perpetual pout on your face. Maybe you should just go to sleep. If he was going to come he would’ve by now. With a sigh you rub your eyes with the heel of your palms–

And that is exactly when the door creaks open, silent footsteps crawling inside your bedroom. 

You flinch, for a moment your brain tricks you into thinking it might be someone breaking in. But when you see the familiar curls of pepper and salt, you relax back into the sheets. The street light casts a soft yellow hue across his tanned skin, he slowly pushes the door closed. He smiles as he takes a seat on the bed, his hand immediately finding the curve of your thigh. 

“Sorry I’m late,” he whispers, hand sliding up your leg, your breath hitches. “Your dad wanted one last drink,” 

“Oh?” you say, throat unbelievably dry. “I thought he already went to sleep,” 

Silence fills the void between you two, you attempt to swallow with hopes to bring some relief to yourself. But you’re too focused on the hand now massaging your thigh, this isn’t your first time with him, and you doubt it’ll be the last. Noticing the way your eyes linger on his hand, he moves towards the wall and pulls you to his lap. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and you wearing a pair of comfortable –but rather short– pajama bottoms. Your hands on his broad shoulders, you experimentally grind down, the shaft of his cock digging between your clothed folds. You let out a whimper, thighs already starting to tremble. 

Santiago guides the sloppy roll of your hips, his fingers slowly sneaking under your loose shirt and stroking the warmth of your skin. You echale a  shuddered breath, nails biting into his skin. 

“Always so eager for me,” he hums, lifting his hips and pulling you down on to him, you squeal. “I think I can make you come like this pretty girl, but you need to be silent,” 

“Easier said than done,” 

Your breathing is shallow, barely keeping it together as wetness grows between your legs. You can feel him getting bigger with every roll of your hips. Your short shorts pushed up by the movements of your hips, he squeezes the tender flesh of your ass and leans closer, brushing his lips against yours. He doesn’t kiss you, and that alone sends a spike of hunger through you. With hooded eyes, you attempt to move closer to him but he movies away, his lips still only a millimeter away. Santiago grins, an expression so beautiful yet aggravating. He angles his hips so that his length brushes against your aching clit, when it does you moan into his mouth, your lungs collapsing in on themselves as you fall forward, your forehead snug against his.

He tusks, a large hand covering your mouth. 

“You gotta be silent bonita, do you want your dad to hear how well you’re grinding down on me?” 

“N-No,” 

“Then be silent,” he hisses, lips touching your earlobe. His other hand sneaks between your legs, fingers adding to the pressure. You jump, nostrils flaring as a choked out moan gets absorbed into his palm. “You’re so fucking wet, I want you to make a mess– Can you do that for me? Will you make everything all nice and wet for me?” 

Eyes wide, you nod eagerly, movements becoming uneven. His thumb stays on your clit, drawing quick circles as he continues to guide you, canting his clothed hips into your drenched pussy. Another whimper seeps into his palm, the same hand slides to the back of your head, pushing you forward as he clashes your lips together. He swallows your moans, your whimpers. He always treats you so well. Your hands shakily make a nest at his chest, fingers trembling as they grip the soft fabric of his shirt.

Fear circulates your pleasure induced mind, something big is building up, something devastating. He licks into your mouth, unaware of your nearing breakdown. Tears flood your eyes, thighs tensing as you start to bounce up and down, growing desperate. Santiago smiles into the kiss, swallowing another moan. You feel him pressing his lips into you harder, he’s consuming you, every noise, every breath– You understand why when his fingers sneak up from the corner of your shorts, he feels your wetness bare, slick dripping down all the way to his wrists. 

“Did you finger yourself before I came to your room?”

Your tongue unable to form the words, you only shake your head. His eyes roll back as he tilts his head, jaw clicking, the pads of his fingers roughly start to move against your clit. Before you can scream out, he shoves your face into his neck, you inhale his scent. He smells of gunpowder which does nothing other than stir you on. 

“Baby you feel so good, your pussy feels so good– Can’t believe you’re this fucking wet– I hate that I can’t fuck you full of me,” 

You groan into his neck, pussy clenching around nothing, more slick gushing out of your needy cunt. When you speak, your teeth move along his skin. 

“Fuck, say that again Santi,” 

“Say what?” His voice is dangerously low, laced with something dark and sinister. “You want me to tell you how badly I wish I could cum inside of you? How I want to fuck you stupid, then watch my cum dripping out of you? Fuck– I want it so bad bebita, I curse everyday that we didn’t meet somewhere else. If we did, this pussy would be full already,” 

Your moans gradually becoming louder, it takes you everything not to bite into his skin. Your whole body is shuddering as if you’re left in snow, pleasure raking across your skin and a flame burning your inside with the skillful movement of his fingers. 

“You’re being loud again,” he rasps, pinning your hips down into his with an especially rough hold. “You can bite me, I don’t care,” 

And you do. 

He hisses at the sharp pain but is quick to ignore it, you know that he’s felt more pain than this; a bullet wound, a knife gash across his chest– But still, you can’t help but tentatively lick the dents you make after each time he makes you want to scream. 

Your orgasm hits you harder than anything has ever before. It’s intense. A shattering feeling that makes you almost draw blood from the man underneath you. You feel the way he clenches his jaw, every muscle taut as he helps you ride out your orgasm, the movements of his hips tender and fingers drawing slower circles. 

When you finally settle down a bit, you pull away, he follows you and meets you halfway with a sloppy kiss. He removes his hand from underneath and strokes between your legs, your shorts are completely drenched, soaked with your own slick. You hiss out a breath, still sensitive from the intensity of your orgasm. 

“What about you?” you whisper into his lips. 

“Don’t worry about me. I’m perfectly happy to just be feeling you like this,” 

You hum, a lazily smile stretching across your lips. 

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” 

Without saying anything Santiago grabs your phone, his face lights up as he checks the time. 5 AM. 

“We have time,” he mutters. He slides down into a laying position and hugs your flush against his body. “We drank a lot, I doubt anyone will be up at six,” 

“Yeah, me too…” 

You fall asleep with the feeling of Santiago’s fingers scratching your scalp, the last thing you remember is the sound of him humming a spanish song. 

When you wake up he’s not there, the sound of breakfast being prepared coming from downstairs.  

#santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x fem!reader #santiago pope garcia imagine #santiago pope garcia x you #santiago pope gracia x you #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago garcia x reader x frankie morales #santiago garcia x you #triple frontier fic #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier fanfiction #kinktober '22 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #smutober

[veritable-trash]

"I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me” with Santiago Garcia?

HAHAHAHAHAHA I SUCK!!!!

i'm so sorry that i've left this just sitting around for ages but i literally have had zero inspiration and honestly even what i wrote still feels a bit shitty but i could not leave this in my inbox forever because you my lovely icon legend deserve some santi meal time because this prompt................ i am sweating goddamn

anywaysssss please enjoy the nastiness that i have unleashed on this fine wednesday and thank you for sending this to me and i hope you love it <333333333

also this unedited and i didn't even reread it because the writers block has been so ugly i just can't set myself up like that so forgive if it's not the cleanest of things ok anyways bye enjoy :)))))

18+ below the cut minors don't engage because duh

(warnings: overstimulation, santi being a horny beautiful man, fingering)

Hard headed, cocky, insufferable, and yet you couldn’t keep yourself from gravitating to him. Falling into his charm and wicked smile whenever he blew into town and reminded you exactly why you kept coming back. 

“I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me, hm?”

You had to choke back a whine. The bar was sticky and hot from the summer heat and Santiago wasn’t helping with how he had you pressed up against the wall in the hallway to the bathroom. It had been the same game tonight as always. Stolen glances, batted eyelashes, you both knew where it was all going to end and yet he still knew how to catch you on unstable ground when he said shit like that. 

“Santi-”

He had the fucking audacity to chuckle, to nip at the hinge of your jaw and cut off all coherent thought for the rest of the evening. You could feel him, hard and aching pressing up against your hip, and your nails dug sharp into his shoulders. The groan he left etched into the skin of your throat didn’t help the state either of you were in. 

“Lets go home, cariño, let me make you feel good, yeah?”

He punctuated the sentence with a bite into the juncture of your neck and shoulder and your knees wobbled. All you could do was breathe out a yes.

~~~~~

It had to be hours, honestly maybe even days, and you weren’t sure if your body could take anymore of his goddamn games. 

“Come on baby, open your eyes, look at you, god baby look at how fucking wet you are, fuck.”

He’d made due on his promise. Spread you out in front of his mirror, sitting on his lap, your legs spread wide over his thighs as he played with your cunt. It was sloppy and wet and depraved and you were shaking like a leaf in a tornado but it all felt so fucking good.

You’d lost track of how many times you’d cum on his fingers, the way he switched from deep, slow thrusts, to slapping your clit till your eyes were edged with tears, your head was scrambled from wanting to cower away from the pleasure and drown in it. 

Your eyes slowly opened as his fingers kneed at the flesh of your thighs, grounding you after the orgasm that felt like it had lasted an hour. You groaned at the sight before you. 

You looked a mess. Chest heaving, thighs twitching under his hands, pussy fucked open and weeping on full display to you and the man tearing you apart. You could barely even look at Santi with how his glazed, hungry eyes devoured every inch of you laid out for him like a meal. 

He licked the sweat off your shoulder before bitting down gently and gliding three fingers back into your cunt. His other arm had to hold you up as you almost caved in on yourself with the sensation.

“I know baby, I know, but just one more for me like this and then I’ll give you my cock, just one more for me baby."

hehehe short and sweet baby for my favorite baby i love this man when will i have him???????

#look at this lovely little person giving me a lovely little prompt that i wrote nasty things to!!!!! #all is right with the world #santiago garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia #santiago gracia x you #santiago pope garcia x you #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic

[livingmydreams13]

It's true it's canon, Frankie told me the other day

#benny miller #frankie catfish morales #will miller #santiago gracia #triple frontier

[gzntur]

sam n nate drake (+santiago n frankie) | Brothers

ac : Tsukki_AMV on yt

#idk if this is stupid but wouldnt they be perfect playing as sam n nate #samuel drake #samuel drake edit #nathan drake #nathan drake edit #uncharted 4 edit #frankie morales #santiago gracia #frankie morales edit #santiago gracia edit #triple frontier #uncharted 4 #oscar isaac edit #oscar isaac #pedro pascal edit #pedro pascal