12. “The food looks great but…there’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now.”
ohhh Santi 😏 thank you for this prompt, lovely!
this one’s 932 words, no pronouns for reader but they wear a dress, rating is teen
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You thought you were nervous about meeting Santiago’s closest friend from his army days, but then you come home from work on the evening of your double date to discover the place looking cleaner than it has since the two of you moved in.
When you asked him last week whether he wanted any help with any of the prep, he’d waved you off—he had exciting plans to cook what was apparently Frankie’s favorite meal back in the day, and he wanted it to be perfect. Just leave it to me, cariño, he’d said, pressing his lips to your temple, so you’d said, Alright.
And the two of you have been making more of a point to keep things tidy since he made these dinner plans, but when you left this morning, the apartment still looked... lived in, and you’re not sure that’s true anymore.
“Babe, what did you do?” You have to speak rather loudly to be heard as you step into the kitchen, where Santi’s playing Metallica over the Bluetooth speakers. While you didn’t mean to, your voice makes him jump, and he spins around abruptly to look at you with a spoon still at his mouth to sample the steaming dish on the stovetop.
He rushes to set the spoon down and pause the music playing from his phone. “What d’you mean?”
You gesture vaguely behind you. “The living room. I thought you said we weren’t gonna go overboard for this. Something about Frankie being one of your oldest friends so he knows that you can be a bit of a slob sometimes?”
“Oh, oh, that.” Santiago furrows his brow and glances around you, peering out into the living room. “I did get a bit carried away, didn’t I?”
“Just a little.” You reach out a hand, and he takes it at once, pulling you close so you can share a welcome home kiss. “You know I’d have helped if you wanted me to.”
Santi nods, but you see it all over his expression—his uncertainty about whether he should say... something.
“What’s up?”
“I really wasn’t going to go overboard, but I couldn’t stop worrying about whether you and Frankie are going to like each other. So I just...” His frown deepens again, as though he feels silly for fretting over that. “I figured I’d channel it into some cleaning.”
You might laugh at the very idea that you and Frankie could dislike each other; perhaps you’ve never met, but Santi has told you enough about his old friend that you’re almost certain you’ll get along wonderfully. But his concern feels genuine, so you respond in kind, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Frankie and I will love each other.”
He hums softly, his gaze tracing over your features as he says, “I know.”
Pulling out of his grasp, you tell him, “I know what’ll definitely make you feel better if that cleaning didn’t quite do the trick.”
“What?” Instead of answering him, though, you shrug before turning on your heel to head toward your bedroom. You hear his voice calling after you: “Babe, what?”
Because here’s the thing—maybe you hadn’t picked up on just how much Santiago wanted this evening to go well, but you’d understood very well that this was a special occasion. He confessed to you that he’d never introduced someone to Frankie before, let alone getting together with both Frankie and his wife. It’s serious, so of course you want to take it seriously.
So maybe you’d picked out a nice new dress for the evening, perfect and just the right amount of understated while also fitting you in exactly the ways that you know will drive Santiago a little bit wild.
This time he hears you coming, sets the spoon down first before turning around and--
“Ese vestido...” Santi blurts the words, not even the slightest bit subtle as he looks you up and down. Drinks you in. “Carajo.”
You beam as you walk toward him. “You really like it?”
Again, he’s not even subtle; his lips quirk up as you draw close enough that he can reach out and grab you. He does, clutching your hips and pulling you against him, growling, “Mejor cancelamos.”
“After what you just said, you want to cancel over a dress?” You giggle over him tucking his head in between your shoulder and your neck so that he can press his mouth there. “You haven’t seen Frankie in nearly a year. And you made all this food.”
He hums against your neck. “The food looks great.” A soft kiss, and fingers trailing along your waist, send a rush of arousal through you. “But there’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now.”
Oh.
Your breath catches when he presses his mouth against yours, and absently, you think that canceling would just put off the inevitable—Santiago will be just as anxious whenever you can reschedule your plans, so chances are you should just do it now. Settle into a friendship with Frankie and his wife like you know you can.
But one of Santi’s hands is tucking under your skirt and in between your legs, and you’re reaching for his back pocket where you know he keeps his phone because maybe canceling wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world--
The buzzer goes off to announce someone is at the door downstairs, and Santi sighs into your mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you in this dress the second they leave,” he tells you before loosening his grip on your waist.
we need a headcacon from Santiago - what's his version of picking up a girl and a first date? straight away sex or would he rather cultivate a relationship? Does he care about you? What about first kiss? First night together? We all need love on friday 😏 have a great day sunshine!!! 🙏❤️
AYYY POPE
honestly.....this boy is a lil shy at first? like he obvs knows what he wants (you) but he needs a little push before he does anything about it. maybe he’s known you for a while and all his friend are like ‘dude ask her out already’ or already assume pope is hittin’ that. he’ll cast off their playful jokes w/ a shrug, but inside he’s like “shit i gotta do something about this”
i feel like he’s gonna read the room. whenever he goes for it, takes a shot of liquid courage and approaches you - it’s however you respond. he’s gonna be a V GOOD first date kinda guy tho. like something really sweet and casual. easy conversation but there’s that spark of heat in his eyes.
i can see him being down for sex right away or waiting for a bit to ease into things!
he absolutely cares. he cares a LOT. he’s v protective and that’s why he bides his time a little bit. you’re a quality girl and he wants to spend quality time so he doesn’t mess things up.
first kiss omg kill me. this could go one of two ways. it could be the really sweet tender kiss when he drops you off at your front door like the gentleman he is, or it could be that searing kiss right off the bat in his car after the date is over indicating more is happening tonight ;)
pope is a MAN. no messing around. he’ll give it to you GOOD. like prepare to get utterly wrecked - but respectfully and w/ a lot of passion~. if youre a lil nervous he’s gonna be so gentle and protective. no matter what kinda night that first one is, you won’t be able to walk right the next day.
Sorry, I just couldn't resist! I need to make one more request.
19. "Can you help me with these buttons?" and Michael.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
I'm begging you! I love you!
oohhh yes 👀
idk if it’s because i’ve reread @zoriis‘ Michael drabble like 5 times already but I feel like i ended up kinda channeling the sleepy vibes going on in there
666 words (haha), no pronouns for the reader but they wear a dress, rated teen
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You love the occasional night out with Michael, of course you do. Getting dressed up and going out on the town and playing at being cultured when your usual concept of exciting is ordering out from a restaurant that you haven’t ordered from for at least a month.
But you think, maybe, that your favorite part about these nights out is the way they end. Walking arm in arm from the car while Michael muses aloud about whatever it is you did that night—the strange show you went to or the too-fancy restaurant. Sometimes it feels worth it, and sometimes it doesn’t, but oh, does Michael have something to say regardless.
And sometimes you talk back and sometimes you just listen, sometimes you just clutch him tight and lean your body into his to appreciate his warmth and closeness. You love him -- and the way he learns how to intuit that he should keep the chatter lighthearted, those times -- for the way he has an opinion on everything, but not in a way that feels forced.
Not in a way that feels like he’s scared to earnestly like things, either. One of the first things you noticed about him and still one of your favorites.
So he’ll walk with you, arm in arm, back to your apartment, talking about the things that maybe he liked, and maybe he didn’t, but he always has interesting reasons either way.
He’ll fidget in his pockets for his keys as you near the door, and a good third of the time, he tucked them away in the wrong pocket after locking the car, too enthusiastic about his musings on the evening’s date. You’ll laugh and tease him, those times. “Left pocket, baby.”
Michael will hum, and thank you, and press a kiss to your cheek before letting you both inside.
The place is dim, with just a few scattered lights on, and it’s here, at the front door, that you split off from one another: you to shut off any lights, and to put away the leftovers if you have any, while Michael goes to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.
It’s after that that you do...
Well. The first time it was necessary--probably crucial. You’d worn a dress that you really don’t think you could have squeezed out of yourself, and the zipper was just out of reach, so you’d asked Michael to help...
Helping had turned into soft, tender touches and kisses that made you practically melt, your fatigue from the evening intermingling exquisitely with your arousal to make you feel so damn perfect and good.
No, you don’t always wear a dress that you really don’t think you could have squeezed out of yourself, but Michael sure seems to like it, when you ask him to help you strip anyway.
Likes it more so when you do need him.
So tonight, when you pulled on a dress with buttons down the back, you saw the way his eyes shone; they’re still shining, when you reach the bedroom after shutting off the lights and you find him just finishing up in the bathroom.
“Can you help me with these buttons?” you ask.
Michael positively beams. He nods and hums in agreement before striding over to you, standing behind you and tracing his fingers down your back with the utmost tenderness as he undoes each button. He kisses your neck languorously and you think you might burst over it.
You think you might burst when he reaches the last button and then curls his hands inside your dress, over the bare skin of your waist as he reports, “Done.”
It feels, in that moment, like he’s not just talking about your buttons.
The rich, full fatigue of a night out hangs over you, but as the garment falls to the floor -- as all of your garments are discarded on the floor -- you’re home with Michael’s mouth on yours and it’s so damn good.
Santiago's scar...❤️ Oh, I see Santi lying half asleep on bed wearing only boxer shorts. You're lying on his back. He feels your sweet weight, your body warmth. Use your fingers to paint flourishes on his skin until you reach his shoulders and neck. You give sweet kisses as you hear Santi purr softly. When you kiss his scar, you feel his body tighten. "I love you just the way you are." you silently tell him, "With every scar. Everything you are." 😳😳
OMG??? I AM CRYING the softness of this?????????? sleepy santi is everything ok because this man deserves REST and laying on him just to relax omg gkjlkhkjlkjkl he deserves all the love and all the kisses omg i am emo about this also im working on a fic rn that pretty much starts just like this ask i’m :’)
awww ... Your Santi touched me 😍 thank you! now I think about Nathan in this issue - pickup girl and first date. damn ... imagination can be dangerous and exciting 😏
NATHAN ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) im utter trash for that mysterious smart rich beard boy
he’s WILD. and hard to predict??? he’s so chill but also unhinged. he seems like the type that he’d just walk up and be like “you and me. date. now.” and you’re just kinda like?? excuse me??? then he cracks a smile and asks in a polite way, making you laugh and the ice is broken.
he’s very wealthy obvs and he’ll take you to some swanky place if that’s what you want? but i feel like he’s just as content w/ some greasy burger at a cute diner??
and if you want him - he’ll know. he can read it in your eyes. and he’s absolutely 100% down for sex that first night. he’s got the heat - but it’s that sensual kind. yet....there’s power and control in every move. he’ll guide your hand to touch his beard, sneak a hand between your legs. the foreplay is long and drawn out and extremely sensual and intimate touches. then for the actual sex oof he gives it good and hard and rough.
he likes knowing you want him. he likes seeing it in your eyes. it feeds his ego. but on that same note, he likes to make you feel good. makes him proud he’s the one giving you pleasure.
andddd if you like his beard he’s extra proud of that. don’t worry. he’ll buy you lotion for beard burn :)
Santiago secretly dreams of a family, for real - a house, a wife, children and a dog. I think the topic of kids would pop up in the conversation pretty quickly and he would be very excited to start pursuing it. Santiago working on a baby, there is nothing sweeter. Only sometimes in the evening he has concerns about whether he deserved it all. Then he sees his loved ones in bed and no longer doubts... 👀 And his pregnant sweetheart, damn, it turns him on.
all the emotions of wanting to become a father!! then the urgency and intimacy of wanting to make a baby!!! :’) and then when you get pregnant omg he can’t keep his hands off you because you just look so beautiful to him.
he’d be so good too when you’re pregnant, to go get you snacks or just sit w/ you and rub your back or feet. he’d be extra cautious at first during sex but then when he figures out your hormones have you hungry for him he loooves it and gets a little more adventurous as you get more comfy
I think after all the hc with Santiago + GIFs, every woman would follow him like a puppy in love. we are ready to do anything to get him in our hands 😈❤️
he’s a deadly combo of really sexy and really sweet. i know i would def follow him around all heart eyes!! and it’s what he deserves :’) let him be taken care of and loved on :’)
