#oi: santiago pope garcia

[im-his-druidess]

Alright I'll keep it simple this time 🙈

I originally wanted to prompt this for the moon boys, but now I want to know your opinion on which OI character in general would be more into it🥴

So, thigh sex or thigh job, just about the teasing and dirty talk, being close and almost with the 'threat' more like treat of p in v...

Any thoughts? 👀

Okay so a few popped up in my head:

The word ‘threat’ immediately made me think of Jack from Mojave. (Perfect for some rough smut. Same category as Blue Jones 🥵 He’s just so unhinged 🥵) that he would spend hours teasing you in multiple ways like this just to turn around and fuck you so hard and rough that you can’t walk straight for a week.

Blue Jones would also do this, come all over your thighs, then leave you unsatisfied until he felt like he was done teasing.

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia is another one that is fucking your thighs, making sure to brush against your dripping pussy every single stroke, and his mouth would not stop running the entire time.

Rydal Keener and Anselm Vogelweide just because I fully believe that these two are totally kinky.

And then Jake Lockley would do this, but only as a punishment because he likes being inside you way too much.

#John 'Jack' Jackson #mojave 2015 #Blue Jones #sucker punch #santiago pope garcia #rydal keener #anselm vogelweide #jake lockley #Oscar Isaac #the cryptid answers #wicked wednesday

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

I Hate You (Affectionately) Part 14

I Hate You (Affectionately) Masterlist

Summary: Once you were friends. But everything changed one day…

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x fem!reader

Warnings: childhood friends to enemies to adult lovers, slow burn, Santi is an idiot, angst, chaeting

Santi stood next to your locker. You walked closer and smiled. You hadn’t seen him a lot lately. It was football season and he was to be evaluated for a scholarship for college. He smirked as you stood next to him. He opened your locker for you. You smiled at him and put your books in. “Meet me ten minutes before my training begins under the bleachers. You nodded only.

With fast steps you walked to the meeting point. Santi stood there with his football jacket hanging over his shoulder. His duffel bag at his feet. He smirked as he saw you rushing in his direction. “I thought you would get cold feet, bubbles.” Heat rushed up your neck and spread all over your face. You sauntered over to him, “And miss talking to my best friend? Never!”

Santi smiled down at you. He may not be fully at his end hight, but he damn sure was taller then you are already. “About that talking you mentioned. Well I think there is any.” He leaned down and connected your lips together. Your breath hitched and your eyes went wide. Instincts took over. You closed your eyes and slowly moved your arms around Sant’s broad shoulders. He pulled you closer to deepen the kiss.

The wonderful moment was broken by hollering from the field. “Oi Garcia! Stop eating your girlfriend and come train.” Both of you jumped away from each other. Santi was flustered. His locks  and clothes were a mess. You didn’t look better. “See you after practice.” You nodded, too speechless. Your brain still a mess.

Walking back to the field you walked by some of the player. Some didn’t pay you any mind some smirked. You smiled shyly at them. You walked further till you saw your best friend. Was he still your best friend after such a kiss? You were label less at the moment.

You waved at him shyly and he waved back at you. You stood before him and smiled. He did the same.

”So?” Santi shrugged. He started to lean in before David Johnson interrupted him. “Finally asked the girl to be yours. All it took was a bet. Shouldn’t have done it or she would have been mine now. Shame. Have fun, Garcia.” He winked at him and wolf whistled in your direction.

You turned to Santi with a disgusted look, “You kissed me for a bet?” Santi raised his hands and stammered, “I am sorry. Either me or Johnson. I didn’t want you to get kissed by his cheating ass.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “You can count yourself to this club.” Santi looked at you with wide eyes, “Why? I didn’t cheat on you. I didn’t tell you the truth.” You raised your arms. Your eyes hardened. The soft smile replaced with a sneer, “And that’s as bad as cheating. Leave me alone! Don’t ever try and contact me.” You turned away from him and began to run. Santi wanted to stop you. He ran after you to try and stop you, “Wait, bubbles.” You halted abruptly and turned to the boy who broke your heart into a million pieces, “Don’t you dare call me that nickname. You lost the right.”

Some other football players walked by and saw you two. One of them turned to you and snickered, “Oh little miss perfect didn’t get what she wanted. Did your little bubble pop, bubbles?” Santi turned to him and punched him in the face, “Shut up, Robinson!” He turned to you but you were already gone.

You woke up with a startle. Andrew was deep asleep. Why was this day haunting you again? You thought you had left it behind. Tears balanced at the seams of your eyes.

You pushed away your blanket and slowly crept away from your fiancé. You made your way to the kitchen and got a glass out of the cupboard.

You heard heavy footsteps come from the bedroom. “Everything okay, love?” You looked up from the countertop and smiled, “Yes, everything is fine. Just a little stress from last week catching up to me.” Andrew nodded before returning to your shared bed. You sighted. This will be a hell of a wedding planning.

“Let me see the ring.” Benny reached for your hand. You held it out while taking a sip from your much needed coffee. Benny turned your hand around to further inspect it. He nodded, “Approved. He will not be terminated.” Your mouth opened wide in shock, “Benny!” The man opposite you snickered.

You leaned into your seat and looked out the window. “Something on your mind, snips?” You shook your head, “No. Just a weird dream. Couldn’t sleep after I woke up.” Benny tilted his head, “Want to tell me about it?” You shook your head no. “There is something else I wanna talk about. Do you wanna be my man of honour?” Benny sat up straight. He folded his arms before his chest, “Well, I wasn’t expecting this. I thought I was gonna be your maid of honour.” Benny’s face didn’t break his neutral façade. You began to lightly snort till you broke down laughing. Benny grinned from ear to ear.

After ten minutes your laughing fit died down. You looked to your best friend while sipping on your water, “So this is a yes?” Benny wiped away the tears of joy that escaped his eyes, “Hell yeah! I will slay the title ‘man of honour’.”

Afterwards Benny drove you to your office. You sat at your table checking various papers and deals. Signing some of them. One particular deal caught your eye. You picket it up and read through it. Your eyes widened as you saw the subject of the paper.

You fished your phone out and dialled your fiancé’s number. He picked up immediately, “Hey, honey. Everything fine up there?” You huffed in annoyance, “No. Please come up. We have to talk.” With these final words you hung up.

Minutes later Andrew stood at your office. You fumed and slammed the paper in front of his face, “Explain! Now!” Andrew stammered before words flew out of his mouth. “It must have slipped from my personal folder. I wanted to talk about it. Because, as it is written. After we marry and we decide to have kids your position will be unoccupied. I wanted to asked if I could fill in while you stay home?” You pursed your lips. “I would have liked it if you told me instead of this mess. I have to asked Mrs. Goodwin and Mr. Garcia. After all this company has three heads of execution.” Andrew nodded. He left the office as you scheduled the head of board meeting.

The room was quiet. Olivia read through the paper while Santi twiddled his thumbs. He already read it and his look after was frightening. Olivia put the paper down and sighted deeply. “No!” That was the only thing she said. Santi nodded. You looked between them, “I am on your side. But I want to know what you two are thinking.”

Olivia sat up straighter. “If we would have said yes and you would eventually be pregnant, this contract would enable Andrew to sign over the company to his father. I may seem a bit paranoid but I have a bad feeling about this paper.” Santi pointed at Olivia before speaking, “Olivia is right. Something is wrong with this contract.” He took it and ripped it to pieces. “Tell your fiancé if he wants to fuse his father and our company together, his father should give up his seat in the company completely. Not like Bezos.”

You shook your head before standing up, “I will. Sorry for interrupting your busy day.” Olivia stood up next, “No problem deary. That’s why we work together so well. We don’t hide anything from each other.” Santi looked at the floor and cleared his throat. You left the room and walked over to your office to resume working.

After a while your phone dinged. You picked it up from your table and looked at the massage.

You sighted, “What is now the matter?”

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