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First date ish blue fluff??? This exists?? How

I didn’t know I needed this

Pomegranates (Bite 1)

Blue Jones x Gender Neutral Reader

Description: Blue Jones is a young orderly at Lennox House...and so are you. ***This is a series of interconnected shorts, gender neutral reader.

Warnings: swearing, references to drinking, references to previous sex

Persuade

"Hey, you don't have to run off. Unless you don't want to see me again?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Blue Jones pauses with his pants and shirt in one hand, shoes in the other. He glances up at you sharply. "I just assumed that you wouldn't want me to stay," he says with a little smile, like he's trying to be casual and failing at it.

You frown a little. "Why would you assume that?"

"Because we just met at a bar and had drunk sex in your bed, so you're probably going to start regretting it soon." He sets his shoes on the floor and slides his shirt over his head, then steps into his pants.

You grin. "We weren't that drunk," you murmur. You slide over on the bed and grab his hand. "Hey." You wait until he's looking at you, brown eyes wide and wary. "At least stay for a drink? You're all sweaty."

Blue looks like he's thinking about your offer, but you can feel him about to say no.

"Are you embarrassed about what we did?" You ask with a smirk.

A slow smile spreads over his face. "Not at all."

You rub your thumb over the back of his hand slowly. "Are you curious if I can get you to make those sounds again?"

Blue closes his eyes, suppressing a groan, and you know you have him. "One drink."

Proximity

No fucking way. This guy is at your new job?!

He's standing across the room with his back towards you, but you're sure it's him: Blue Jones. When you met last night, you might not have even remembered his name if it weren't so unusual, and you definitely didn't talk about what you both do for work. 

You snap out of your reverie when the orderly escorting you calls for Blue by his last name. His head whips around, dark eyes lighting on you with surprised recognition. Blue walks over slowly, taking in your uniform, temporary name tag, and clipboard.

The orderly introduces you as the the newest addition to the team. Thankfully, Blue takes the professional approach and pretends that this is your first time meeting, but his handshake lingers a little longer than it should, and his brown eyes hold that warm intensity that led you to…

The other orderly ushers you on to the next introduction, and you pull your thoughts back into line. 

***

You don't see Blue again until after lunch.

"Hi," he greets you, almost shyly, as if it really is your first time meeting. "How's your first day going?" 

Normal. This is a normal conversation; you can be normal about this. Don't think about how easy it would be to slide your hand under his scrubs and make him gasp for you…

"Normal," you blurt out. "I mean, typical, typical first day," you correct quickly. 

Blue smiles warmly. "You don't look like you're about to run for the hills. This isn't your first psych ward, huh?"

You shake your head. "I transferred from a larger facility up north."

Blue nods. "Who else is on your rotation?" 

"Ahh…" you bring your clipboard up, flipping through pages to find the one with the printed schedule for the first week.

Blue holds out his hand. "May I?"

You pass him the clipboard. Blue holds it out from his face, moving it closer, then further away. 

He needs reading glasses.

"Ok, you're with C.J. all week; he's the one who gave you the tour earlier. They'll probably try to keep you with the same group until you learn the ropes, then they'll move you around." He hands the clipboard back to you, biting his lip as he watches you. 

You can feel that he's about to say something, but you can't stand the thought of him trying to explain how last night was just a one-time thing.

"DO YOU WANT TO-" you both say, voices doubling over each other. You both grin awkwardly. 

"Coffee?" you ask.

"Dinner?" Blue counters.

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Laurent “I killed a man to marry his wife” LeClaire

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Summer Project

Brothers' Best Friend!Santiago Garcia x Younger Sister!virgin!Reader

Issue #8: Should I Stay...or Should I Go?

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Summary: Feeling like you and Santiago are under scrutiny takes a toll on your summer project. Stolen moments are all you have until you take matters into your own hands.

Content: kissing, fluff, flirting, innuendo, bit of family drama

wc: 2.5k

If you had your way, you would spend the next several days ignoring Jace. Just the sight of him made your body tense and your skin heat up. However, your summer project was so important to you that you did just the opposite. The angrier you allowed yourself to appear in front of him, the more right he would think he was.

So, you went full tilt, planning your brotherly camping trip, inviting Jace to the point of almost insisting he come along, despite how much he disliked the outdoors.

Of course, he criticized the planning of a camping trip for this time of year, complaining about how unbearable the weather would be. You explained that you would be living in a different state during the most ideal weather, so it was this or nothing. And just when you thought your trip might be spared his presence, he agreed to tag along, fake smile and all.

This was after you triple checked with Benny that it was okay. Because something about the way Jace and Benny rubbed each other the wrong way was really starting to rub you the wrong way. If Jace was practically slut shaming you to your face, while you were stil a virgin, no less, what subtle digs was he taking at your gay brother?

Will traveled fairly often, but was he really clueless to the way Jace was acting? Or were you overreacting?

Santiago returned from his consulting gig, eager to see you. No sexy jokes were made about your corset or sex toys. He only wanted to know you were okay. You asked for a little time to figure out how to follow the rules you set. Now, more than ever, you didn't want your brothers to know about Santiago.

As if sensing you needed some kind of intervention, Will suggested that all the guys be invited camping - whoever could make it, and you were thrilled. Not only would there be more people to distract from Jace, but maybe Santi could go. Seeing him in a group setting presented its own set of challenges, but you had some practice now, you could do this.

You just wanted to be around him again.

Maybe Jace would bail. Or perhaps he would pal around with Frankie and Angelica, if they could go.

Benny agreed and you didn't give a shit if Jace agreed, so the plan was set. It was too bad Diego and Elena were still on their honeymoon. Anna wasn't really the outdoorsy type and Fiona had a big test in her summer class to prepare for.

S: 'Hey, I heard this hot girl is sleeping in my tent this weekend.'

'That sounds fun, you should get naked in your sleeping bag together'

S: 'nah she keeps me on the DL'

'You're such a dad'

S: 'I'm not gonna respond to that in the way I would like to'

'Probably a good idea. we have 3 tents. Me and Ang, you with Ben and Will, and Frankie with Jace'

S: 'Why did you do frankie like that?'

'Because Frankie is the only guy who can tolerate Jace's bullshit at the moment. Will said he would probably trade him, tho. Babysit Jace so Frankie can hang with you guys.'

S: 'Why don't I bring my big tent? It's big enough for all 5 guys. until benny farts, that is.'

'I can't even imagine some of the stories you guys have'

S: 'Trust me, you do not want to know'

'What's the worst place you've ever slept?'

S: 'Trust me, you do not want to know'

'Fair. Is it classified?'

S: 'It is actually. I can tell you it was very painful and uncomfortable'

'i'm sorry. It's kind of hot tho'

S: 'Are you a sadist? You want me in pain?'

'lol no I mean you and your classified missions and your security consulting and combat training. Hot'

S: 'My skill sets and experiences haven't helped me find a woman yet. So not that hot i guess'

'Believe me, it is. I'm sorry you got hurt tho.'

S: 'Thank you'

'Did my brothers ever get hurt? Like bad? Is that classified too?'

S: 'Did you ever ask them?'

'I guess not directly. I heard Benny say that Will got shot in the side. I saw the scar, obviously. You guys all have scars.'

S: 'Too many'

'Sorry I got all serious with combat memories. I should have asked first. I know that stuff can be triggering. So I'm truly sorry.'

S: 'Thank you for saying that. That's thoughtful of you. I don't mind talking to you, about some stuff. Stuff I can talk about. You're family.'

You smiled to yourself.

S: 'But not in the creepy way. Not like a sister way.'

'I definitely don't think of you as a brother. Benny asked me the night he got drunk, about how I saw you and Frankie.

S: 'uh oh'

'He asked if you were more like a big brother, a fun cousin or an uncle. I was like uhhhhh none of those.'

S: 'So what am I then?'

'Idk. It's like a feeling. Like when you see me and you always say -there she is! or There's my girl. yk? That feeling of like, oh there's that important person to me. But it doesn't have a name. Or a title. Just like, there's Santi. My Santi.'

You skin prickled with anticipation as you waited for his reply.

'That sounds really intense when I type it out. Sorry if it's weird.'

S: 'We talked about this. Don't apologize for saying what you think. I knew what you meant.'

'Good. I like your idea btw. About the big tent for the guys. Thanks'

S: 'np. Can't wait to see you.'

'Me too. I miss you.'

S: 'Me too'

Angelica and Frankie's son Vicente came down with a double ear infection, causing Angelica to bail on camping. Frankie offered to stay, but she just couldn't bear to leave her sweet baby Vinnie. She insisted Frankie go ahead and have some fun.

Mercifully, Jace also flaked, blaming the humid weather and the idea of sharing a tent with "the army guys". Maybe he really didn't want to go in the first place, but you suspected he declined after realizing his one ally was out of the picture.

So two smaller tents were packed. One for you and your two brothers and the other for Frankie and Santiago. Probably for the best, since you wouldn't sleep a wink in the same tent as Santi, even with three other guys there, should you pack the big tent.

Camping was maybe turning out to be the absolute highlight of your summer. Your favorite people in the world were there with you. Sure, you missed Angelica and Diego, but you were closest to the four guys sitting around the fire, sweating their asses off and roasting marshmallows.

They kept everything pretty rated PG-13, but did end up sharing a few "war stories" and other antics from their years together. They weren't shy about mentioning Santiago sleeping with a couple of informants either, which somehow didn't surprise you.

Despite your attempts not to, you found your eyes catching Santi's, watching the corner of his mouth curl. The firelight danced over the angles of his face, mesmerizing you. He was stunning.

Something in you seemed lighter than you felt at the wedding or the day everyone went boating over to the island. Still, you longed for a stolen moment with Santiago, just a second to feel his arms around you.

The opportunity finally presented itself once you decided to wander away and use the restroom. All four of the guys tensed at the idea of you going off into the woods on your own, but it definitely wasn't your first time camping.

"If I'm not back in ten, send out a search party," you joked, brandishing your flashlight.

Five minutes later, Santiago left to check on you, asking the guys to finish setting up the tents. No one thought to question it because, so far, no one in this group was suspicious. And Santi had emerged as a natural leader among the four of them for years.

Thankfully, you were finished up and all sanitized by the time Santiago found you.

"Hey, it's just me. You all done out here?" You saw his dancing flashlight beam before you could make out his frame in the dark.

"Yeah. Search party already?" You chuckled.

"They're setting up the tents," he told you, a bit breathlessly as he finally made it to your spot.

"Okay. Should we head back?"

"Hang on." He grasped your elbow, switching off his flashlight and stashing it in his pocket. Then he reached for yours and did the same. "Come here," he whispered against your cheek, pulling you by your arms against his body. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," you breathed, melting against him, eyes closing against a stark curtain of darkness.

"Just give me sixty seconds. I don't want to break rule number one. I just want a minute."

"Okay," you agreed, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face in his neck.

He folded you close, swaying slightly, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

As soon as you felt his lips on your skin, you turned your cheek to feel more of him. "I missed you," you whispered, brushing your lips over his.

He captured your lips, kissing you sweetly, tasting you slowly.

You gasped out a soft moan, opening your mouth and sliding your tongue over his. The familiar taste of him tinged with the slightest bit of sweat intoxicated you utterly. For just a second, he gave you what you wanted, hungrily licking into your mouth, shuddering as you slipped your hands into his damp curls and pulled him closer still.

He groaned, pressing into the curve of your back as you curled against him, swallowing your sweet sounds as you gave into your desires under a curtain of darkness.

He pulled away slowly, mouth open, panting against yours, brushing his lips over yours once, twice more before easing back.

A soft sigh of pleasure left your lips, and he could imagine them, plump and kissed and flushed. His grip on you loosened, featherlight touches traveling up and down your back as he breathed you in.

"Rule number one," he finally managed, breath stuttering as he nuzzled your cheek with his nose. "Let me take you back."

"Okay," you breathlessly uttered, trying to summon the will to release him, heart melting at how he tried so sincerely to follow your rules. Or at least acknowledge them.

"Okay," he agreed, nodding his head as if trying to convince himself. "Come on, sweetheart." He fished your flashlight out of his pocket. Turning it on, he briefly shined it in your eyes, teasingly blinding you.

"I hate you," you laughed, slugging him on the arm, thankful to still be hanging on to him. "All I can see are green spots."

"Couldn't resist," he chuckled, lighting the way with his own flashlight. He had to do something to change the mood. Otherwise he would push you up against a tree and keep going until he heard those sweet sounds you made when you came for him.

"Come on, I got you." He took your hand, sliding his fingers through yours reassuringly.

The two of you stumbled back to camp, laughing and joking around, miraculously returning only minutes after Santi left to find you.

Santi took hold of your hand the "regular" way, without fingers entangled, and announced your presence to the guys. "Found her!" He called, raising your hands in the air like some kind of Olympic champions.

Then he squeezed your hand one more time before letting go.

The next day was blazing hot, so the five of you spent the entire day in the water. Without Diego, there was no boat, so you swam, tossed around a ball and played a few games.

And you had probably your favorite day of the summer so far. You didn't feel like anyone was watching you or judging you. You didn't feel like you went the whole day and never really got to talk to Santi. It didn't seem like he was avoiding you, the way you'd felt at the wedding.

It just felt like you and your favorite guys.

You just really, really wanted to kiss one of them.

You decided to confess to Fiona and Anna. Well, partially confess. You were technically invoking their name to perpetuate your secret, lying about being with them when you were usually with Santiago. You saw them a lot as well, but...just not always.

The deal was: you wouldn't tell them who exactly you were seeing until the end of the summer, after you moved off to grad school. But it was still pretty hot gossip that you were secretly seeing someone and about to lose your virginity.

"If we guess who it is, you have to tell us," Fiona insisted.

"And you have to tell us if the sex is good," Anna added, "which is what really matters."

"No and no," you laughed. "I'll tell you at the end of the summer. I just wanted to apologize for using your name to hide what I was doing. That wasn't cool. I'm sorry."

The girls weren't actually mad, agreeing to exchange your cover story for pedicures and brunch, if only for a chance to spend the day with you. It was also lovely to get away from so many guys.

Anna joked that your cover would be firmed up with them in your corner, backing your play, so maybe you also owed them a movie date with popcorn and Reese's Pieces.

"You're really milking this for all it's worth, aren't you?"

"Why do you think she's going to law school?" Fiona reminded you. "Everything is a negotiation."

"Fine," you agreed, amused by it all. And feeling like a load was lifted now that there were a fewer people to keep secrets from.

By the time you felt like you collected yourself after Jace's accusation, Santiago had to leave town again.

Besides a few stolen kisses and tender moments, he hadn't touched you since the wedding.

This time, he was staying in a hotel. You packed a bag, laid out your cover story and drove out of town right behind him.

Maybe it was too much, but he agreed to this project, and summer was racing on.

You wouldn't ambush him - not completely.

As you sat in the hotel parking lot, your heart thundered so loud you could hear it in your ears. You grabbed your phone.

'Hi, are you doing anything?'

S: 'Nope, just watching tv in my hotel room. Had a dinner thing tonight. The consult officially starts tomorrow. What are you up to?'

'I'm here.'

S: 'Here where? Like here?'

'Yeah. I'm at your hotel. I want to see you. But I wanted to give you a chance to say no before I knocked on your door. It's okay if you aren't cool with it.’

Your phone buzzed as his name flashed across your screen.

"Baby, get in here."

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Thinking about the mummification process again. How they go to such lengths to make the body seem like its in a pristine condition, (all fine!) or at least to preserve it. But the way even that’s just posturing, like a show- and all the important bits are stored away in jars? That not even the final resting place for it, not technically- yes its rotting under that wrapping but it still needs to journey through the night. There is still so much expected of this corpse yk?

IDK,,, if that makes sense - I just like making connections

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I'm in love with Summer Project, easily one of my favorite Santiago Garcia's fic. I love it. I love the dynamics among the characters, I love the fact that the story is not totally focused on sex but also family ties and stuff like that. Love it, love it, love it!

This is such a sweet and life giving message, thank you so much for sending it! The Triple Frontier fam has been so fun to write for, get to know, and invent new characters for.

And yes, while the story is centered on someone losing their virginity on their own terms, I wanted to focus on life outside the bedroom too. It will expand a little more in the upcoming rewrite for the original character edition

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new crumbs of the husband!!

look at this slut with his open shirt and leather gloves 😍😍

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^ When I see your amazing feedback that notices so many moments and details!

Damn, Santi has amazing control, you can tell how much he wants her, but he still has the presence of mind to make sure she's okay, that this is what she wants too. I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR.

Sidebar: I can see how people (not nec. you) might be thinking "how much consent is too much consent?" Which is addressed in the next chapter or 2. But he is a sweet boy

Santi you're killing me bro, who told you you were only good for sex bb 😭💔

It does beg the question of why he's single. Not that there's anything wrong with being single at all.

Hearing him call you that - his girl - something you'd heard a thousand times - in this setting set something aflame inside you. <- SCREAMING CRYING AND THROWING UP

Yeah that phrase is now going to be connected to their physical relationship, whether they like it or not. Cute that they think they come back from this

He's so sweet and tender, but there's that want BURNING beneath the surface that he's trying so hard to contain. Gosh, I can't wait until he completely loses it, that's gonna be magical

I will endeavor to make it so! I address this mindset more soon in the next chapters. What's noticeable is that Santiago can go get any kind of sex he wants at any time, including now, but he is only seeing her. Hmmm....

ALSO. Omg hdu stop RIGHT THERE, girl 🥲 (I'm kidding ofc....Maybe 😜)

I actually really was not going to. It was going to be their whole first night together but boy was my attention span done after 3k lol

I like the way it's working out tho, based on what's happening in the next chapter.

Summer Project

Brothers' Best Friend!Santiago Garcia x Younger Sister!virgin!Reader

Issue #9: Feelings...or Just Sex?

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Summary: You're alone (in a hotel room) with Santiago. Finally.

Content: warnings on the fic masterlist, discussions of safe sex, aftercare, self-doubt

wc: 3.2k

"You're here," Santiago said, his words a rush of unexpected excitement. He reached for your elbows to pull you inside, pausing as he noticed an overnight duffel.

"I-I don't have to stay," you deflected. "Or bother you, if you're concentrating on work. I just had to see you."

Dark eyebrows arched longingly, eyes gleaming as he coaxed you inside his hotel room, gallantly taking your bag and urging you past the threshold, securing the lock behind you.

He turned his back on you for only a moment, long enough to stash your bag carefully on the nearest chair before spinning around and caging you in, up against the door.

"You're here," he repeated, hips pressing into yours with a memorized possessiveness, yet gentle and unhurried. His hands cradled your face, fingertips tracing the line of your jaw while his thumb swiped tenderly over your parted, panting lips.

Hands fisting his soft, white t-shirt, you smiled against his mouth, nodding once. "Yeah. Is it okay that I'm here?"

He hummed an affirmation, touching his forehead to yours, sharing your breath as he held himself still. "Are we...can we...did you want to talk, or - "

Yanking him closer, you kissed him hungrily, the familiar feel of his lips igniting a sweet ache in your chest. How many times had you kissed him by now, nearly all of them stolen?

In the dark of your bedroom the first time you touched him - the first time you heard him pant your name and felt his body shudder in your hand.

Stolen kisses in the laundry room ever since Jace made his accusations, since you'd failed to find one plausible excuse to return to Santiago's house to continue what you started those first few not-dates.

His hand brushing across the curve of your back as he passed you in the kitchen at Frankie's barbecue, his arm rubbing up against yours as you conveniently volunteered to wash the dishes together. Touching but not kissing, not privacy, not this.

The way he showed up to hang out with Frankie just as you were leaving babysitting duty, your eyes fixed on his as you handed sweet baby Vinnie over to his dad. Santiago walked you out to your car in broad daylight, a few kind words the only thing he could give you as he squeezed your hand before you left.

Hand still cupping your cheek, he guided your mouth against his, kissing you with unrestrained fervor as the realization set in that this was no stolen moment in the woods. A surge of possession swept over him as he ran his hands down your body, cupping your breasts hungrily before gripping your hips and squeezing.

You released your grip on his shirt, hands clawing their way behind his neck, where you slid your fingers into his shower fresh curls and pulled your body flush against his.

He groaned into your mouth, hands flying all over you, as if he couldn't decide where he needed to feel you most. You yanked on his hair hard enough to break the kiss only for a moment. Santi hissed in surprise, eyes darkening as he watched you panting.

His hands gripped the meat of your thighs, surprising you. You gasped out as he slid his fingers up underneath the hem of your shorts to feel the rounded curve of your ass. He nibbled on your chin, then your jaw, heated breaths drawing sweet, desperate whimpers from you throat as he laid seductive kisses across your neck.

His name left your lips in a whine as he sucked the spot below your ear.

"Come to bed with me."

His mouth found its way back to yours, kissing you furiously before finally forcing himself to wait, to get you where he really wanted you, underneath him.

As you stepped apart, hands joined, chests heaving with desire and breathless anticipation, he brought one of your hands to his lips and pressed an adoring kiss there.

"Come on."

Fingers tangled, you nodded eagerly, following his lead. He guided you to the edge of the bed, where you both sat down. Reaching out to touch your face, he smiled at you, eyes dipping to your mouth. He wet his lips but cleared his throat as if he needed a reset.

"I can't believe you're here." He exhaled in a rush. "I'm glad you came."

Scooting a little closer, he kept one hand on your cheek, touching his forehead to yours, driven to distraction by the way your chest heaved as if you couldn't quite catch your breath. You were ravishing, even in a t-shirt and shorts, and it was damn distracting. "You okay? You know we can take this slow."

You silenced him again, sealing your mouth to his, the softness and sweet pressure of his lips evoking a soft moan, passing heatedly between you.

"I don't want to take it slow," you breathlessly uttered, reaching for him, needing to feel your body sink into his. His forearms flexed against your back as he pulled you closer, groaning as you climbed across his lap, spreading your thighs and pressing yourself against him intimately.

"I want you," you panted, gripping his shoulders for support as you rolled your hips against him. "Do you want me?"

Santiago wondered what kind of question you thought you were asking him. Did he want you? Did he want to touch you? Always. Did he want to fuck you? Desperately. Did he want you, really, truly you? Well, he couldn't afford to think about that. It was impossible for so many reasons, so every possibility, by necessity, needed to be boiled down and channeled into giving you sex: the one and only thing you could ever need from him. The thing he was good at, and that he could do for you without fucking it up, without hurting you, wrecking your whole family dynamic.

Fingers digging into your spine, he pressed your body down as he thrust up into you, zeroing in on the physical sensations between you. "You feel what you do to me? I want you. You're all I can fucking think about."

You nodded, pressing your hands against his chest, wondering if his heart was thundering half as loudly as yours. With your grip firm on his shirt, you balled it up in your fists, yanking it upward impatiently.

Santiago let out a chuckle at your determination, helping you remove his t-shirt and toss it aside. Before you touched him again, however, his fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt. "You too."

"Okay," you breathlessly laughed, working with him to get it off, shivering with anticipation over what he would think of your white corset, the one he'd missed the opportunity to see at the wedding, hidden so carefully underneath a casual, oversized t-shirt.

He exhaled shakily, all the moisture leaving his mouth at the way the sensual satin and soft lace hugged your curves in all the right ways. Sexy laces crisscrossed all the way up to the center of your breasts - the round swell of your soft skin spilling so scandalously that he had to touch you, to taste you, hauling you up on your knees so his lips could latch on to the pillowy soft skin there.

Your breath stuttered as he sucked long and hard enough to leave his mark on you, then dragged his tongue across your cleavage to do the same thing on the other side.

One hand crept up to toy with the laces, deftly easing them from their fastening points, and for this, he stopped and fixed his eyes on yours, gazing hazily up at you through long lashes as you stood on your knees slightly above him.

"I bought it for you," you confessed in a rush. "So you would see it and know that I wanted you to touch me like this."

Although he was panting, the corner of his mouth curled in its trademark way. "I know you do." Hands working faster, he finally loosened the ties, allowing your tits to spill free. You thrust them shamelessly toward his mouth, a hungry moan filling the room as he licked and sucked at your nipples, working you up slow and steady, reminding you of how his tongue felt on your clit that night of the wedding, the last night you did anything more but miss him and kiss him.

He kissed a trail to your other nipple and sucked you into his mouth, hands feeling their way down to your shorts.

"Take these off," he ordered, a few satisfying moments later, lips swollen and wet, chest heaving as he watched you stand and obey him. You posed before him in your white lace panties and half tied corset, nipples swollen, wet and erect.

"Do you like it?" You asked him so sweetly, eyes blinking as you twisted this way and that, putting yourself on display for his pleasure, something so softly innocent and scandalously sexy at the same time.

But he couldn't even find the words, instead pulling you back to him urgently, collapsing with you in a desperate tangle on the bed, rolling you underneath him and kissing you hungrily. "Tell me...make sure you tell me to stop," he gasped, in between the salacious rolling of his tongue over yours as his hands devoured every inch of your skin he could get to.

"I don't want you to stop," you purred against his ear, the shower fresh scent of his skin intoxicating you like a drug. Using your feet to push at the waistband of his shorts, you whined, "I want you to take these off."

He chuckled against your cheek, helping you work him free of the rest of his clothes. You dragged your toes up the back of his thigh, using your leg to pull him down so you could feel the heaviness of his hard cock against the flimsy material of your soaking wet panties.

"Got you naked first," you hotly breathed, nibbling on his ear, humming with satisfaction as he rubbed himself against your aching center.

"I'm gonna let you have this moment," he groaned, the feel of damp lace barely covering your sweet cunt making him twitch and thrust harder. "Cause any minute now, I'm gonna lose control of myself."

"Good," you whispered, fingers returning to his curls, twirling temptingly. "We're finally alone. We have all night."

Santi shifted his hips, hitting a new spot that elicited a gasp as the lace dragged deliciously over your clit. "Right there?" He shot you a cocky smirk. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you panted, nodding eagerly. "god..."

He kissed you hard, rocking against you for a few more delicious thrusts, while knowing he had to maintain some control, despite his previous threat to the contrary.

Biting your lip barely enough to sting, he sucked it into his mouth before attaching his lips to your throat, sucking hotly. Kissing his way down your body, he smiled against your skin as your breath hitched, soft moans spilling from your kiss swollen lips.

He finally made it to your already ruined pretty panties, sagging with your slick and barely covering the bits he wanted to taste most. With one swift movement, he yanked them down to your knees, unbothered with the notion of pulling them all the way off your legs before he separated your folds with his fingers and licked you roughy.

"oh fuck..." you gasped, squirming in his grasp as he worked you over, lapping at you the way he did at the wedding, but with a determined vigor, driven by the sinful sounds you gasped and moaned and uttered.

Still, he tore his mouth away reluctantly, checking with you. He reached for your hand, peering up through his eyelashes. "You okay, baby? You taste so good, you're fucking perfect."

"I'm good," you whimpered. "Don't stop."

He huffed out a satisfied chuckle, grinning wolfishly but undercutting his playfulness with a soft kiss to your stomach. "I won't stop again."

Lowering his lips, he sucked on your clit, gently at first, then harder, flicking his tongue in between long, slow sucks. His fingertips toyed with your folds, groaning at how wet you were before he pushed a finger inside your hot walls, swirling a few times before adding a second finger.

You were tight and he wanted to work you open a little bit because he was 100% certain of what you were here to do - what you wanted from him. All you would ever want from him. And he was ready to give it to you, but would take every second until the sun rose if he had to, to make it good for you.

"Santi, please...please," You begged, and he realized that his thoughts distracted him, only for a moment, from curling his fingers into the spongy softness inside you. He moved faster, working you closer to the edge, and thankful he wasn't his younger self, or the sounds you uttered would have made him come all over your leg by now.

Your breathing devolved into shallow pants, the muscles in your body tensing as your walls fluttered and clenched around his fingers. Digging your heels into the mattress, you arched into him, a delicious cry of pleasure echoing off the hotel room walls as you gushed all over his mouth and fingers.

He waited until you you quieted before gingerly easing his thick fingers out of you, pressing another kiss to your stomach before climbing his way to rest beside you.

"That's my girl," he roughly whispered, arms possessively folding you against his chest. "You did so good for me."

Hearing him call you that - his girl - something you'd heard a thousand times - in this setting set something aflame inside you. Finding it hard to calm down or slow your erratic breathing, you gripped his arms, panting against his chest as pleasure continued to surge through your body. You would swear your mind and heart were breaking the damn "feelings rule", except that you had no practical experience for this situation. Maybe it was just good sex. Oral sex, anyway. Santi had probably felt this a dozen times with other women far more sexy and experienced than you.

"I got you, baby." His palm spread across your back, pressing you closer. "Just breathe."

Fuck, he was so sweet you could cry.

He watched you carefully as you came down, reaching over to the nightstand for his bottled water. He made you drink a little, waiting until you were calm before kissing you softly. "That good, huh?"

You pushed playfully against his chest but met his eyes confidently. "So good. Is it like an 'I'm-such-a-virgin' thing or are you just that good at it?"

He granted you a cocky smirk, kissing the tip of your nose before returning the water bottle to the nightstand. "It's definitely all me, let's go with that."

"Stop it," you giggled, as he goosed your ribs, wrestling you into a sensual kiss. As you sucked on his lips, humming contentedly, you pushed your thigh temptingly against his cock, hard and heavy and aching for some relief.

"Can I touch you now?" You asked him seriously, tracing up his inner thigh with your fingertips, giving him the chance to say no.

"I want you to, but -"

"Are you going to tell me I don't have to touch you again?" You sighed, your face adorably screwed up in frustration and confusion. "If you don't want to, just tell me. I would never hold that against you, but why do you think I don't want to -"

He grabbed your wrist and guided your hand to his cock, breathing harshly against your lips. "Touch it. I want you to. But I never want you to think you have to just because I touched you." He swallowed hard.

You nodded slowly, blinking at him sweetly. "I want to. Do you want me to use my mouth? You could show me."

"Baby," he groaned at the tempting proposition, pressing an urgent kiss to your lips. "I want that. I want all of that. Everything." He eased back enough to look into your eyes. "But first, tell me what you wanted when you drove all the way to my hotel tonight."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head slightly, confused. "This. I want you."

"Okay," he responded, his voice soft and his gaze open and gentle. "We can touch each other all night if you want. I want that too. Do you want more than that? Or do you want to wait?" He threaded his fingers through yours. "I know we talked about this when you told me the rules."

Ah, the talk after the talk. The discussion of real ground rules, where you and Santi decided to get tested. Even though you were a virgin, you assumed it couldn't hurt. Both of your tests came back clean. Santiago assured you he'd always used condoms, and told you which ones he typically liked to use. You let him know you'd been on birth control for over a year. (Since you started dating Marcus, to be exact).

Resting his forehead against yours - a move you were coming to love from him - he whispered your name. "It doesn't have to be tonight. It doesn't have to be here just because we're alone. We can be alone again. I wanna make sure we want the same thing."

"I want to," you quietly uttered. "I want to so bad."

"Me too," he breathlessly returned. "But I don't actually have any condoms with me. I thought this would happen at my house. Um - I might have one in my wallet, but it's been a while - "

"I brought the kind of condoms you said. I-is that okay?"

His eyes widened as he realized how prepared you were - how ready to do this. And something deep inside him began to burn with raw want - that he might really be the one to share this with you, and that he would know what it felt like to be inside you after thinking about it nonstop for weeks.

"You're ready." It wasn't a question. Exhaling in a rush, he smiled softly, pressing his mouth to yours.

"Santi, just one more thing," you whispered sweetly against his lips, fingers toying with the hair behind his ears. "I was wondering, and -you can say no, it's okay. But, since it's my first time, I was wondering if we could try it without a condom. Promise you'll say no if you think we shouldn't."

He cursed under his breath, shifting uncomfortably, so fucking hard and ready to push you down on this mattress and fuck you raw, while simultaneously wanting to take you apart, piece by piece, all night long.

"Yeah, baby, yeah, we can do that." He could barely get the words out of his mouth before he was on you, yanking at the remaining ties of your corset to get you naked and under him before his lost his goddam mind.

You kicked your panties the rest of the way off your feet, gasping as he hauled you up just enough to pull you free of your lingerie. He laid you back down and stared at you. Lips kiss swollen and wet, parted and panting, eyes heavy with desire, breasts heaving. He felt drunk on the smell of you, the sight of you bare and wanting, needing him to fuck you.

Finally.

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11. Which non-Moon Boy Oscar character do you want to spend the day with? 🌅

Eeeee okay

Spend the Day with an Oscar Blorbo

from Moon Knight Asks

YES Santiago - I feel like Santi is a Floridian so I get his vibe. Swimming, grilling, out on the boat. Not even super beachy tourist areas but like inner Florida. Hiking, canoeing, floating down lazy rivers and diving in natural freezing freshwater springs.

Visiting an old town and eating local. I feel like he would know all the fun and interesting places. He gets things done and he’s like REAL easy on the eyes. So like a fun day in the water and then dinner out.

NO Poe - I would love to say Poe but I’m too chicken to be in a galactic war or out in space no thank youuuu

NO Blue - I would jam a fork in Blue's neck my first day there so nope

YES Richard - He also gives vibes I mesh with. He likes to chill, he's earnest, he likes dogs, likes snacks. I could just relax with him and have a great day plus he’s super handsome and cooks too!

YES Pre-shimmer Kane - domestic life with a Poe twin???? A beautiful, devoted husband?? HELLYESS

YES Reeves - He's a musician who loves kids. THE DREAM

Would love to say someone crazy like Anselm or Nathan but I value serenity and sincerity far too much

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"Just give me sixty seconds. I don't want to break rule number one. I just want a minute." <- *soft crying* the way he repeats this like a mantra, like he's reminding himself. Gosh he's so far gone.

I know it's almost like they're wearing the rules like armor. Well, if I'm writing it the way I want, anyway

quality time with the bros (sans Jace ofc)

Aw Jace hates camping. I just feel like anyone who has siblings has this sibling, at least in a way. Vibes don't match and you either end up not close, or you work to find common interests

that's me running to Santi and also the next chapter btw 🤭

I haven't seen that gif of Forrest in so long, what a treat!

Summer Project

Brothers' Best Friend!Santiago Garcia x Younger Sister!virgin!Reader

Issue #8: Should I Stay...or Should I Go?

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Summary: Feeling like you and Santiago are under scrutiny takes a toll on your summer project. Stolen moments are all you have until you take matters into your own hands.

Content: kissing, fluff, flirting, innuendo, bit of family drama

wc: 2.5k

If you had your way, you would spend the next several days ignoring Jace. Just the sight of him made your body tense and your skin heat up. However, your summer project was so important to you that you did just the opposite. The angrier you allowed yourself to appear in front of him, the more right he would think he was.

So, you went full tilt, planning your brotherly camping trip, inviting Jace to the point of almost insisting he come along, despite how much he disliked the outdoors.

Of course, he criticized the planning of a camping trip for this time of year, complaining about how unbearable the weather would be. You explained that you would be living in a different state during the most ideal weather, so it was this or nothing. And just when you thought your trip might be spared his presence, he agreed to tag along, fake smile and all.

This was after you triple checked with Benny that it was okay. Because something about the way Jace and Benny rubbed each other the wrong way was really starting to rub you the wrong way. If Jace was practically slut shaming you to your face, while you were stil a virgin, no less, what subtle digs was he taking at your gay brother?

Will traveled fairly often, but was he really clueless to the way Jace was acting? Or were you overreacting?

Santiago returned from his consulting gig, eager to see you. No sexy jokes were made about your corset or sex toys. He only wanted to know you were okay. You asked for a little time to figure out how to follow the rules you set. Now, more than ever, you didn't want your brothers to know about Santiago.

As if sensing you needed some kind of intervention, Will suggested that all the guys be invited camping - whoever could make it, and you were thrilled. Not only would there be more people to distract from Jace, but maybe Santi could go. Seeing him in a group setting presented its own set of challenges, but you had some practice now, you could do this.

You just wanted to be around him again.

Maybe Jace would bail. Or perhaps he would pal around with Frankie and Angelica, if they could go.

Benny agreed and you didn't give a shit if Jace agreed, so the plan was set. It was too bad Diego and Elena were still on their honeymoon. Anna wasn't really the outdoorsy type and Fiona had a big test in her summer class to prepare for.

S: 'Hey, I heard this hot girl is sleeping in my tent this weekend.'

'That sounds fun, you should get naked in your sleeping bag together'

S: 'nah she keeps me on the DL'

'You're such a dad'

S: 'I'm not gonna respond to that in the way I would like to'

'Probably a good idea. we have 3 tents. Me and Ang, you with Ben and Will, and Frankie with Jace'

S: 'Why did you do frankie like that?'

'Because Frankie is the only guy who can tolerate Jace's bullshit at the moment. Will said he would probably trade him, tho. Babysit Jace so Frankie can hang with you guys.'

S: 'Why don't I bring my big tent? It's big enough for all 5 guys. until benny farts, that is.'

'I can't even imagine some of the stories you guys have'

S: 'Trust me, you do not want to know'

'What's the worst place you've ever slept?'

S: 'Trust me, you do not want to know'

'Fair. Is it classified?'

S: 'It is actually. I can tell you it was very painful and uncomfortable'

'i'm sorry. It's kind of hot tho'

S: 'Are you a sadist? You want me in pain?'

'lol no I mean you and your classified missions and your security consulting and combat training. Hot'

S: 'My skill sets and experiences haven't helped me find a woman yet. So not that hot i guess'

'Believe me, it is. I'm sorry you got hurt tho.'

S: 'Thank you'

'Did my brothers ever get hurt? Like bad? Is that classified too?'

S: 'Did you ever ask them?'

'I guess not directly. I heard Benny say that Will got shot in the side. I saw the scar, obviously. You guys all have scars.'

S: 'Too many'

'Sorry I got all serious with combat memories. I should have asked first. I know that stuff can be triggering. So I'm truly sorry.'

S: 'Thank you for saying that. That's thoughtful of you. I don't mind talking to you, about some stuff. Stuff I can talk about. You're family.'

You smiled to yourself.

S: 'But not in the creepy way. Not like a sister way.'

'I definitely don't think of you as a brother. Benny asked me the night he got drunk, about how I saw you and Frankie.

S: 'uh oh'

'He asked if you were more like a big brother, a fun cousin or an uncle. I was like uhhhhh none of those.'

S: 'So what am I then?'

'Idk. It's like a feeling. Like when you see me and you always say -there she is! or There's my girl. yk? That feeling of like, oh there's that important person to me. But it doesn't have a name. Or a title. Just like, there's Santi. My Santi.'

You skin prickled with anticipation as you waited for his reply.

'That sounds really intense when I type it out. Sorry if it's weird.'

S: 'We talked about this. Don't apologize for saying what you think. I knew what you meant.'

'Good. I like your idea btw. About the big tent for the guys. Thanks'

S: 'np. Can't wait to see you.'

'Me too. I miss you.'

S: 'Me too'

Angelica and Frankie's son Vicente came down with a double ear infection, causing Angelica to bail on camping. Frankie offered to stay, but she just couldn't bear to leave her sweet baby Vinnie. She insisted Frankie go ahead and have some fun.

Mercifully, Jace also flaked, blaming the humid weather and the idea of sharing a tent with "the army guys". Maybe he really didn't want to go in the first place, but you suspected he declined after realizing his one ally was out of the picture.

So two smaller tents were packed. One for you and your two brothers and the other for Frankie and Santiago. Probably for the best, since you wouldn't sleep a wink in the same tent as Santi, even with three other guys there, should you pack the big tent.

Camping was maybe turning out to be the absolute highlight of your summer. Your favorite people in the world were there with you. Sure, you missed Angelica and Diego, but you were closest to the four guys sitting around the fire, sweating their asses off and roasting marshmallows.

They kept everything pretty rated PG-13, but did end up sharing a few "war stories" and other antics from their years together. They weren't shy about mentioning Santiago sleeping with a couple of informants either, which somehow didn't surprise you.

Despite your attempts not to, you found your eyes catching Santi's, watching the corner of his mouth curl. The firelight danced over the angles of his face, mesmerizing you. He was stunning.

Something in you seemed lighter than you felt at the wedding or the day everyone went boating over to the island. Still, you longed for a stolen moment with Santiago, just a second to feel his arms around you.

The opportunity finally presented itself once you decided to wander away and use the restroom. All four of the guys tensed at the idea of you going off into the woods on your own, but it definitely wasn't your first time camping.

"If I'm not back in ten, send out a search party," you joked, brandishing your flashlight.

Five minutes later, Santiago left to check on you, asking the guys to finish setting up the tents. No one thought to question it because, so far, no one in this group was suspicious. And Santi had emerged as a natural leader among the four of them for years.

Thankfully, you were finished up and all sanitized by the time Santiago found you.

"Hey, it's just me. You all done out here?" You saw his dancing flashlight beam before you could make out his frame in the dark.

"Yeah. Search party already?" You chuckled.

"They're setting up the tents," he told you, a bit breathlessly as he finally made it to your spot.

"Okay. Should we head back?"

"Hang on." He grasped your elbow, switching off his flashlight and stashing it in his pocket. Then he reached for yours and did the same. "Come here," he whispered against your cheek, pulling you by your arms against his body. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," you breathed, melting against him, eyes closing against a stark curtain of darkness.

"Just give me sixty seconds. I don't want to break rule number one. I just want a minute."

"Okay," you agreed, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face in his neck.

He folded you close, swaying slightly, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

As soon as you felt his lips on your skin, you turned your cheek to feel more of him. "I missed you," you whispered, brushing your lips over his.

He captured your lips, kissing you sweetly, tasting you slowly.

You gasped out a soft moan, opening your mouth and sliding your tongue over his. The familiar taste of him tinged with the slightest bit of sweat intoxicated you utterly. For just a second, he gave you what you wanted, hungrily licking into your mouth, shuddering as you slipped your hands into his damp curls and pulled him closer still.

He groaned, pressing into the curve of your back as you curled against him, swallowing your sweet sounds as you gave into your desires under a curtain of darkness.

He pulled away slowly, mouth open, panting against yours, brushing his lips over yours once, twice more before easing back.

A soft sigh of pleasure left your lips, and he could imagine them, plump and kissed and flushed. His grip on you loosened, featherlight touches traveling up and down your back as he breathed you in.

"Rule number one," he finally managed, breath stuttering as he nuzzled your cheek with his nose. "Let me take you back."

"Okay," you breathlessly uttered, trying to summon the will to release him, heart melting at how he tried so sincerely to follow your rules. Or at least acknowledge them.

"Okay," he agreed, nodding his head as if trying to convince himself. "Come on, sweetheart." He fished your flashlight out of his pocket. Turning it on, he briefly shined it in your eyes, teasingly blinding you.

"I hate you," you laughed, slugging him on the arm, thankful to still be hanging on to him. "All I can see are green spots."

"Couldn't resist," he chuckled, lighting the way with his own flashlight. He had to do something to change the mood. Otherwise he would push you up against a tree and keep going until he heard those sweet sounds you made when you came for him.

"Come on, I got you." He took your hand, sliding his fingers through yours reassuringly.

The two of you stumbled back to camp, laughing and joking around, miraculously returning only minutes after Santi left to find you.

Santi took hold of your hand the "regular" way, without fingers entangled, and announced your presence to the guys. "Found her!" He called, raising your hands in the air like some kind of Olympic champions.

Then he squeezed your hand one more time before letting go.

The next day was blazing hot, so the five of you spent the entire day in the water. Without Diego, there was no boat, so you swam, tossed around a ball and played a few games.

And you had probably your favorite day of the summer so far. You didn't feel like anyone was watching you or judging you. You didn't feel like you went the whole day and never really got to talk to Santi. It didn't seem like he was avoiding you, the way you'd felt at the wedding.

It just felt like you and your favorite guys.

You just really, really wanted to kiss one of them.

You decided to confess to Fiona and Anna. Well, partially confess. You were technically invoking their name to perpetuate your secret, lying about being with them when you were usually with Santiago. You saw them a lot as well, but...just not always.

The deal was: you wouldn't tell them who exactly you were seeing until the end of the summer, after you moved off to grad school. But it was still pretty hot gossip that you were secretly seeing someone and about to lose your virginity.

"If we guess who it is, you have to tell us," Fiona insisted.

"And you have to tell us if the sex is good," Anna added, "which is what really matters."

"No and no," you laughed. "I'll tell you at the end of the summer. I just wanted to apologize for using your name to hide what I was doing. That wasn't cool. I'm sorry."

The girls weren't actually mad, agreeing to exchange your cover story for pedicures and brunch, if only for a chance to spend the day with you. It was also lovely to get away from so many guys.

Anna joked that your cover would be firmed up with them in your corner, backing your play, so maybe you also owed them a movie date with popcorn and Reese's Pieces.

"You're really milking this for all it's worth, aren't you?"

"Why do you think she's going to law school?" Fiona reminded you. "Everything is a negotiation."

"Fine," you agreed, amused by it all. And feeling like a load was lifted now that there were a fewer people to keep secrets from.

By the time you felt like you collected yourself after Jace's accusation, Santiago had to leave town again.

Besides a few stolen kisses and tender moments, he hadn't touched you since the wedding.

This time, he was staying in a hotel. You packed a bag, laid out your cover story and drove out of town right behind him.

Maybe it was too much, but he agreed to this project, and summer was racing on.

You wouldn't ambush him - not completely.

As you sat in the hotel parking lot, your heart thundered so loud you could hear it in your ears. You grabbed your phone.

'Hi, are you doing anything?'

S: 'Nope, just watching tv in my hotel room. Had a dinner thing tonight. The consult officially starts tomorrow. What are you up to?'

'I'm here.'

S: 'Here where? Like here?'

'Yeah. I'm at your hotel. I want to see you. But I wanted to give you a chance to say no before I knocked on your door. It's okay if you aren't cool with it.’

Your phone buzzed as his name flashed across your screen.

"Baby, get in here."

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layla, normal: what happened?

marc, american: it dozen madder

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New behind the scene look and stills of Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein.

Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein will stream on Netflix in November 2025

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First look at The Vampire Lestat (2026)

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He's so babygirl

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Blue with us, blue with you 🩵💙🩵💙

PEDRO PASCAL’s The Fantastic Four: First Steps photo dump

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I like this actor, I should watch more of his movies *opens IMDB page* he should be in better movies