#( para: kiss with a fist )

[tommydarlings]

pretty mess | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, overstimulation, dacryphilia

w/c: 0.6k

summary: carlos loves overstimulating you while you cry and beg for him.

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You were so far gone already as you threw your head back and moaned, palms fisting the bedsheets beneath your sweating body as your entire body shook with pleasure and also a bit of pain.

Carlos buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting his nose run along your skin as he chuckled into your neck, “C‘mon, do it again cariño, cum for me again, know you can,” he nodded before he bit your neck, letting his tongue glide over the spot he just bit.

You groaned, fisting his dark hair with your other hand now, “C-Carlos, I don’t think I-”

“I know you can… and you know that as well,” he nodded with a mean smirk, lips only slightly dancing over the skin of your neck and collarbones, “No me mientas, no me mientas, joder,” don’t lie to me, don’t fucking lie to me.

The Spaniard shook his head as he felt your soft hand pulling on his hair in utter desperation while his long fingers went in and out of your drenched cunt, collecting some juice and rubbing your pearly clit with it before he shoved them mercilessly back into you.

“Oh g-god, Carlos!” Your legs started shaking next to his arm, tears blurring your vision as you were only able to stared at the ceiling.

Carlos licked his lips before he attacked your neck and collarbone area again, marking your skin up with bites and kisses,

“just like that… so fucking tight and wet, dios mío,” good god, Carlos mumbled under his breath as he glanced down at your clenching pussy around his two fingers, “don’t hold back, baby, want you to cum again, c‘mon,” he looked up at your trembling figure with dark eyes.

You gasped as your breathing quickened, “B-But I already came so m-many times, p-please,” you cried out in a hoarse tone.

Your boyfriend kissed your neck again before he smiled wickedly, “Oh but that’s doesn’t matter, cariño,” he shook his head, kissing your collarbones with closed eyes as his hand picked its pace up, making you wildly throw your head back again, “you’re gonna cum as many times as I want, are we clear?” He asked in a raspy tone.

You shook your head but Carlos only continuously nodded his head with an evil smile, “oh yes, you will,” he looked up at you through dark pupils, “Lo harás, cariño.“ you will, baby.

Then, Carlos glanced down at his wet fingers again, biting his lip as he noticed how they’re all covered in your arousal,

“Look at that, my pretty girl,” he grinned before he leaned down and quickly licked his fingers clean before he shoved them back into you with a groan, “such a beautiful mess I’ve created, fuck,” he breathed out as he watched how his long fingers stretched your tight entrance out.

You loudly whined in a high pitched tone, desperately trying to squeeze the tears out of your eyes,

“you’re taking it so good, tan jodidamente bueno para mí,” so fucking good for me, your boyfriend smirked down at your clenching pussy before he impulsively gave your wet clit and open-mouthed kiss, making you unintentionally jump at the sudden feeling of his big lips on your clit.

You pathetically tried to push his head with your shaking hands away, but Carlos didn’t move an inch, not even for a single second, while you continued whining and crying, repeatedly panting his name in between the small cries of pain and pleasure.

Carlos chucked into your pussy, neither mouth nor tongue leaving you alone, “trying to get me away from you, huh? Guess you’ll have to try harder than that, cariño…I won’t go anywhere,” he mumbled before he went back to sucking and flicking your clit like a starved man.

[adrienneleclerc]

Drive Thru Test

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N was scrolling through TikTok and saw a lot of girlfriends pretend to be a drive thru worker to see how their boyfriends would react in a certain situation. Y/N is going to test Charles the same way.

Warning: The usual, spelling and grammatical errors, very fluffy and funny

A/N: I saw a TikTok posted by desi.desamito and her fiance Austin gave Charles vibes, like i fully believe he would be so confused and stressed just doing the "test" because to Charles, she's still his girl so why would he not kiss her if she asks for a kiss?

Y/N was with Charles in the parking garage, she got out of his car but told him to stay inside. Charles rolled down his window.

“Mon ange, why do I have to stay inside?” Charles asked.

“Because I saw this TikTok trend and I really want to test it out, please.” Y/N said.

“What kind of trend is it?” Charles asked.

“How you would react at a drive thru.” Y/N said.

“A drive thru? Why would I go through a drive thru if I could just order pick up from a restaurant?” Charles asked.

“What if I’m pregnant and I am craving chicken nuggets or an ice cream or some fries? Are you going to deny me that pregnancy craving because you could just order from a fancy restaurant? I’m preparing you, Charlie.” Y/N said. “Especially because you won’t be able to cook my pregnancy cravings like that guy on TikTok.”

“First, if you want ice cream, you have mine to choose from, and second, my cooking is getting better.” Charles argued.

“I mean it is but it’s still not the best, muñeco. Now let’s start okay? Pretend I’m the drive thru person.” Y/N said walking away from the car.

“Don’t drive thrus have the machine with a speaker to take your order?” Charles asked.

“Just pretend, Charlie, por el Amor de Dios, ya para de hacer preguntas.” Y/N said. She gets closer to the car, poking her head through the open window and resting her hands on the window sill. “Hello, what can I get you?”

“Can i get a number 3…” Charles started.

“Why are you letting her be this close to you? This is ridiculous, we’re kissing distance.” Y/N said and Charles leaned in to kiss her but Y/N pulled back. “Dude, no!”

“But we’re not playing anymore.” Charles said

“I’m still the drive thru person. Let’s start again.” Y/N said. She walks away from the car and comes back, poking her head through the window, poking her arm out to rub Charles’s arm. “Hello, what can I get you?”

“Can i get a…” Charles didn’t even finish.

“You’re letting her touch your arm! You’re telling me that a random woman is touching your arm and you’re just letting her?” Y/N asked.

“But it’s you, baby!” Charles exclaimed. Y/N rolled her eyes, she made kissing noises and of course, Charles leaned in to kiss her, which was a mistake.

“Es neta? You’re telling me if a drive thru person asks you for a kiss like that you’re just going to kiss her?” Y/N asked.

“But it’s you!” Charles exclaimed. “I don’t wanna play anymore, I am so confused.”

“Muñeco, It’s not that hard, and we’re doing this until you get it right.” Y/N said.

“Fine, can i get a kiss?” Charles asked.

“If you get this right, I’ll kiss you as many times as you want.” Y/N said and Charles did his little fist pump in the air and whispered ‘yes’, making Y/N giggle. She walked away from the car and comes back, poking her head through the window and rested her arms on the window sill. “Hi, what can I get you?”

“Can you not lean against my car please?” Charles asked politely and Y/N did what he said. “Thank you, can i get a number 3 with a vanilla milkshake and large fries, please.” Charles ‘ordered’ politely.

“Sure, anything else?” Y/N asked.

“Um yes, can i get a number 1 with a chocolate milkshake and extra fries for my girlfriend.” Charles said but his eyes widened at his mistake as Y/N poke her head through the window. “I mean my fiancé, a number 1 for my fiancé, who is so beautiful by the way.”

“Ay muñeco, you were so close. Girlfriend? I’m your girlfriend now? Does this engagement ring mean nothing to you?” Y/N asked all dramatically.

“My love, the engagement is recent so sometime girlfriend slips out instead of fiancé.” Charles said.

“You’re getting one more shot, Leclerc.” Y/N said.

“I Don’t know why you’re saying my last name like that, it’s going to be yours soon.” Charles said. Y/N walked away from the car and came back, poking her head through the window and resting her arms on the window sill.

“Hello, what can I get you?” Y/N asked.

“Can you not lean on my car,” Y/N moved away from the car. “Thank you. Can I get a number 3 with a vanilla milkshake and a large fries for me and a number 1 with a chocolate milkshake and extra fries for my fiancé.” Charles ordered.

“Anything else?” Y/N asked.

“No, that’s it.” Charles said. Y/N leaned against the car again. “Can you move away from my car?”

“Nah, I’m good here.” Y/N said,

“I’m not though.” Charles said, Y/N touched his hair, messing with it. “Don’t touch me.” Charles grabbed her wrist and pushed her away gently.

“Congratulations Charles, you passed, good job.” Y/N said, she held her hand out for a high five but Charles did not accept it. “Good! That was a test, you passed.” She poked her head through the window. “Okay, it’s Y/N now, you did really well, I’m surprised.” Y/N said. Charles just looked at her. Y/N made kissing noises and before charge leaned in to kiss her…

“Are you Y/N?” Charles asked.

“Yes, muñeco.” Y/N said and they kissed. “Okay, now let’s go upstairs to put the groceries away, i think you deserve a pasta dish after that test.” Y/N said as Charles got out of the car to get the groceries from the trunk.

“Thank you, that was stressful.” Charles said,

“Yeah, i bet. But seriously, next time you call me your girlfriend, i won’t wear my ring out in public.” Y/N threatened.

“That seems fair, my gorgeous fiancé.” Charles said, kissing he one more time before they get into their shared apartment.

The End

Hope y’all liked it even if it was a little short!

[spctrsgf]

morning banter

summary: something about you and marc? he wakes up early, and you most certainly do not.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: language, my shitty spanish (i’m trying okay)

a/n: took a quick break from b+h for a lil marc spector drabble!!! hope you all enjoy

Es tan temprano para esta mierda, Marc. Jake’s annoyed Spanish drawl smacks into the side of Marc's head. The combination of his drowsy, slow mind and that Marc knew next to no spanish caused the said man’s eyebrows to crinkle. “What the fuck did you just say?” He can barely hear his own voice, but he knows Jake can.

Don’t worry about it.

“Jake.”

Marc. Only Jake would pitch up his name in a high voice: it’s a mimic.

“Hey! I don’t sound like that.”

Yeah you do.

“No, I don’t! Back me up, Steven.”

Don’t bring me into this. 

C’mon, Stevie— Jake cuts off abruptly, probably the doing of Steven.

“Jake,” Marc resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Just tell me what you said.”

Go to sleep, puta.

“Okay, I know that one,” Marc hisses, toiling you in closer to him. “Rude.”

You deserved it.

“You wanna know what you deserve?”

Oh, yeah, Jake taunts. What’s that?

“A fucking pun–”

His voice goes legato as soon as he senses you moving, causing him to fall silent. You curl tighter into a ball, spiraling the covers more into your fists and tucking them again beneath your chin. Jake, by some miracle, also goes quiet, as if somehow his words could expel themselves out of Marc’s mouth and to your ears. 

But, the soft exhales are the only noise you left out, and if you heard them, you didn’t show it. Marc’s shoulders roll back from where they were hunched, surely Steven’s gentle gesture to the position he hadn’t even realized he’d been in. 

Would it kill the two of you to just be nice to each other? The Brit muses. 

Absolutely. Jake’s response is automatic.

“One hundred percent true.” Marc chimes in.

HAH! Steven ejects the exclamation in triumph. Now I got the two of you agreeing.

“Sure, whatever.”

Only time we agree is when you finesse us into it, hermano.

Marc slides his arm out from where it was wrapped around your waist to give the two a thumbs up in agreement with Jake, reluctantly.

Or, he tried to.

“Noooooo…” You groan groggily, tightening your hold. 

Marc freezes. “Baby?”

“Mmmmm?” 

“I- I didn’t know you were aware.”

“Well,” you snuggle closer into his chest, his warm embrace. “You ‘n Steven ‘n Jake aren’t exactly quiet when you argue.”

He sighs, guilt pooling in his stomach. “Listen, ‘m sorry. You know how we can be.”

“Yeah, I do. And I love you all,” you reach back, squeezing his bicep reassuringly. “But I also love my beauty sleep.”

“You don’t need to sleep to be beautiful.” He ducks his head to place a featherlight kiss to your neck, savoring the sigh you let out in return.

“You’re sweet, but we both know that’s not true.”

“Do we?”

“Mhm,” you turn, nudging Marc’s arms off of you as you face him. “‘M a menace without it.”

“That’s true,” he chuckles when you slap his arm, letting out an effortlessly beautiful smile. “But it’s nothing a cup of nice, warm coffee can’t solve.”

You giggle softly. “That’s true.”

“C’mon, sleepyhead,” He moves to slide you both out from under the covers. “Let’s get going.”

“Nope.” You let him go, rolling to burrito yourself in the covers again. 

“Nope?” He inquires, rounding the bed to stand over you.

“Nope.”

His shadow covers your shut eyelids and you know he’s bent over your face. “I’ll make you coffee to apologize for waking you up, baby, I promise.” You scrunch your nose. “Tempting, but no.”

“Not even because I’m asking you?”

“Not even if you were on your knees and begging.”

“Oh?” The sentence your half asleep brain had kindled clearly took him by surprise. 

You huff, flipping over in the bed dramatically. “Go away, I’m tired.”

“What’s so great about this bed that I can’t give you, huh?”

“Well,” You take a deep breath, and some small, rational part of your brain tells you that maybe the spew of words about to come out of your mouth is what he wanted to happen all along. “The bed is warm. It’s cozy. The covers are just the right heaviness and just the right thickness to provide optimal warmth and the right amount of pressure to keep me sleeping like a bear in hibernation. ‘Nd my pillow is the right firmness, but has my desired amount of sink to put me out as soon as you turn off the light and wrap your arms around me. Even though that only happens sometimes.”

Marc huffs in frustration. “Hey!”

“Yeah, Marc, my bed is always here on time. It never goes anywhere, and the only life it’s saving is your sorry ass right now.”

“Uncalled for.” He runs a hand through his hair. 

“Thought you liked a bit of banter.”

“I like a kick or two,” He leans over and pulls your shoulders to level on the bed and your eyes to meet his own. “But not at eight in the fucking morning.”

“Neither do I,” You reach up, pulling his face in for a kiss.

He gives in almost immediately, setting a knee on either side of your legs and scooping his arms underneath your body to pull you up.

“Nuh uh,” you pull away and unwrap his arms, flopping back onto the bed. “Sleepy. Time to sleep.”

“You can't leave me hanging like that!”

You yawn, pulling the covers up to your chin again. “I can and I did.”

For a second, a naive, small second, you think he’s going to leave you be. Your brain relaxes, you feel yourself on the precipice of sleep, the hypnotic, rich swirl of unconsciousness sucking you deeper into its whirlpool. But then you feel the covers lift, and Marc’s— frighteningly cold— fingers are dancing along your sides to a tune you illustrate with laughs. You slap his hands away, reaching out towards the lure of sleep that now sneaks away to taint another victim.

“You ready to get out of bed now, sweets?”

You groan, turning to face him in defeat. “You fucker.”

He throws his arms mockingly. “What’d I do?”

“You manipulated me! I hate you.”

“I did no such thing. What are these accusations?”

“You knew I would get worked up,” you sit up in the bed now, and Marc shrinks ever so slightly under the weight of your deadly stare. “You knew that would wake me up.”

“Hey, let’s calm down–”

“You knew that if you pushed the right buttons, you would get what you wanted.”

Marc’s face is ghastly, and he looks two steps away from summoning his suit and flying away.

“I warned you earlier about this, Marc, were you listening?”

He nods frantically. “Of course–”

“I’m a menace when I get woken up early.” You launch off the bed, and you might as well be Moon Knight yourself with your accuracy.

The takeaway from this event? For Marc, it’s to never try waking you up before you’ve recharged fully, or to have some coffee made ahead of when he was to attempt it. For you, though?

It’s that Marc shrieks like a little girl. 

translations (HELP I FORGOT):

es tan temprano para esta mierda - it’s too early for this shit

puta - bitch

i felt very fancy using these

[csainzsgirly]

Would love to read something with Mr. Carlos Sainz. Imagine you have been dating Carlos for some years now (4-5) thanks to your lovely brother Charles Leclerc. Mr. Sainz has had an awful quali this Saturday and needs to let his anger out on you 😏. Please add Spanish dialogue if you can (pet names for example). Thank you so so much ☺️.

While Carlos was usually able to keep his frustrations to himself, you could clearly sense that he was upset from the way his qualifying session ended. You suggested he should take a shower, and he had silently agreed when you came back to the hotel. You hated to see him this way, because a part of him was blaming himself, another part of him was confused with the way the car had reacted in Q3 all of a sudden. Carlos asked if you wouldn't rather wanted to be with your brother, as Charles didn't manage to have a great qualifying session either, but you had kissed the palm of his hand when he cupped your cheek and shaken your head. You'd much rather wanted to help Carlos to feel better. His eyes had darkened when you said that, and he had slowly nodded.

While he showered, you got changed into one of his shirts, wearing nothing but a Ferrari shirt and some panties, you waited for him to finish. You leaned against the large window in the hotel room all the stories up and above the ground, watching the roads beneath you light up, the pretty view distracting you from the fact that Carlos had walked out of the bathroom and was admiring you. His hands reached for your hips, drawing you in and against him. His head nuzzled into your neck, his soft lips nipping at your skin and making you feel lighter than a feather. "¿Vas a ser buena conmigo, querida?" his voice rasped, one of his hands slipping under his shirt you were wearing, rough palms feeling the skin of your stomach, sliding up to your tits.

"Si, Carlos," you replied with a breathy voice, one of your hands disappearing into his lush hair that was still wet, his teeth scraping gently along the skin of your neck. "Me vas a escuchar?" he continued. "Siempre," you weakly whimpered when his hand disappeared into your panties, fingers dancing over your clit before his middle finger started to rub firm circles over it. Carlos' other hand was gently pulling on one of your nipples, the combination of the stimulation causing you to lull your head against his shoulder. Your eyes rolled back when his teeth nipped at your earlobe, his hot breath ghosting over your ear before he spoke up again. "Get on your knees for me, cariño." You were slightly dizzy when his fingers left your pussy, and you sunk to your knees in front of him.

The towel around his waist dropped to the floor, his pretty, fat cock slapping up against his lower abdomen. You looked up at him before your eyes diverted to his cock, briefly admiring the curved shape, the thick veins running over it. Your panties were ruined with your slick at the thought of having him inside you soon. "Remember our safeword?" Carlos asked. "Yes," you reply. "Such a good girl," he praised, gathering your hair in his fist behind your head. "Abre tus bonitos labios para mí, querida." You were nearly drooling at the heavy weight of his cock on your lips, gladly sticking out your tongue to take more of him in your mouth. You made sure his cock was wet enough for you to properly take him down your throat when he started to rut his hips towards your face.

Carlos cursed under his breath when he looked down at you, your lips stretched so prettily around his cock while your eyes started to water from how far down your throat he was. His lips parted with a moan when you gagged around him, swallowing your spit briefly, allowing him to continue meanwhile. You watched his abs tense when your tongue licked the sensitive underside of his cock, moaning when you felt his grip on your hair tighten. He looked so hot above you, in control, using your mouth for his pleasure, muttering Spanish praise to let you know how much he appreciated it that you were on your knees, looking so pretty, all for him. You were nearly out of breath when he continued his pace, his cock pulsing in your mouth, and you were almost disappointed he pulled out.

Carlos pulled you up, your lips colliding with a searing kiss, his cock standing up angrily between your bodies. "Please, fuck me," you said against his lips. Your hands landing on his fine abs, feeling the muscles before tracing his v-lines and wrapping around his cock. "I want you to cum inside me," you continue, his hand leaving your hair and curling around your shoulder instead, pushing you face down, ass up, on the bed. "I need you to cum inside me," you add, offering one of your hands behind your back to show him that you were a very good girl. "Fuck, I know," Carlos replied, knowing that, once he stuffed you full with his cock, he wouldn't be able to pull out anyway. You let out a cry of his name when the thick head of his cock entered the slick walls of your cunt, his hand settling on the wrist behind your back.

"Give me your other hand, princess," his voice rasped. You spread your knees a little further to steady yourself, wrapping your other hand behind your back as well. Carlos caught both of your wrists in one hand, his hips rutting forward, nestling his cock deeply between the snug walls of your pussy. He briefly forgot about the one of his worst Saturdays of his year so far as he buried himself inside you, watching you squirm underneath him, feeling your cunt squeeze him tight, hearing you moan when the head of his cock brushed against your cervix. "Your brother should know how you're comforting me now, cariño," Carlos said. "Letting his teammate use you like this," he continued, making your eyes roll back when his pace quickened.

The fitly sounds of sex filled the room, the noises of your bodies colliding with each shift of his hips bouncing off the walls, the slick sounds of your pussy sucking in his cock making his ears ring, hazing his mind with a lusty cloud. Carlos watched his cock disappear into you, hearing your sweet whimpers getting higher pitched each time he spread you further open. "Gonna beg for it?" he asked, feeling his balls tighten at the sight of your back, the way the globes of your ass jiggle with each thrust. "Please," you whine. "Please give it to me, Carlos," your throat started to get raw already. "I need your cum now. Please," you tried, fingers wrapping around his behind your back. His cock brushed over your g-spot each time he entered you, nearly having you drooling on the sheets beneath you.

Carlos grew possibly even harder at hearing the sounds you let out, feeling your slick pussy around his cock. Your thighs were getting wet and he had to force himself not to pull out and bury his tongue in your cunt. You came without a warning, convulsing around him while he emptied his balls inside you. Warm ropes of cum made you shiver, prolonging your orgasm as he remained nestled deeply in your pussy. You didn't notice how stiff your arms were until he let go of them, massaging your wrists. You yelped when he lifted you up and turned you around without slipping out of you. His eyes watched his cock pulse inside you, your mixed juices slowly starting to spill. You leaned up on your elbows to look at him, watching the way his eyes were so fixated on where your bodies were still connected. You shivered when he finally pulled out, rubbing the head of his cock over your clit with a cheeky smile.

He got off the bed and walked into the bathroom to get you a cloth to clean you up, taking good care of you, as he always did.

[honestsycrets]

enfócate | tutor!miguel o'hara x reader

❛ pairing | tutor!miguel x student!reader, fake boyfriend!peter x reader

❛ type | explicit

❛ summary | jess is clear: miguel o'hara is a terrible boyfriend. he'll inevitably hurt you-- but peter has other ideas. or, you blow miguel in a library.

❛ tags | spanish tutor!miguel, bratty reader, a kiss with Peter, Miguel's jealousy, bjs, fake boyfriend!peter, slight obsessive qualities, fuck buddies, undefined relationships, fuck boy Miguel.

❛ reqs fulfilled | see here.

❛ sy's notes | the pov on this piece bothers me, it jumps between reader and Miguel. however, i did write two separate pieces for this request (a combined 25 pages vs my usual 11/12). so, i decided to meld them together to create this piece. anywho, if it bothers you, i understand! ❤️ I yoinked a lot of the Spanish from my Spanish learners textbook, hopefully, it's acceptable.

He knew he wanted you from the first day he saw you in the tea cafe. 

Jess and he rarely visited the tea shop. It was settled on the edge of campus. Close to the social sciences and arts, but far from the work he did in the Genetics department. As a Ph.D. student, however, not all the work was done in the lab. Jess liked to see the different types of people that came to this tea cafe, where the chair cushions were fluffy emerald pillows and plants hovered overhead.

“Miguel? What's---” 

You stood apart from the other students with their sloppy, half-cropped, or frumpy appearances, there was a particular care you took to dressing. It was the embroidered bow in your hair that drew his attention. When you left to fetch a refill of chai, he noticed the soft, frilled socks in tiny ankle boots. He just knew you would taste sweet, leering as he watched you at the drink bar. Jess glanced in your direction, the way you adorably bowed your head after the tea artist gave you your drink, and just knew. Jess looked over her shoulder. 

“Not her.”

Jess’s voice was a drawn-out sigh of your name, punctuated by her fist beating the table. Miguel perked at the mention of your name. Oh, so she knew you. She was probably sick of his shit. Good, he was also sick of being used as a vibe check for the lesbians she wanted to pick up.

“Don’t you have enough side pieces?” 

Miguel didn’t respond. 

“She probably has a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Look who she's with.” 

That finally got a response. 

“You don’t know that,” he kept his eyes straight ahead. You caught him staring, wiggling your little fingers in a hello as you sat at a table. "I want her."

You sat with an incredibly frumpy, annoying photography student who once took his picture for the lab website. Could he be… his attention wavered when you pulled out a book: Español para el siglo. His lips quivered into a wildly sardonic grin. Oh no, no no. It was too easy. 

“You’ll ruin her. She’s too innocent.” 

He leaned in. 

“Are you going to help me or not?” 

“Buenas tardes,” 

Two chairs and a thin desk. The small study room was more of a glorified broom closet for its students. You were lucky that there was a large window that looked out over the student union, flowers blooming up its brick siding. Bits of lush dark green ivy poked into the window’s view from the library’s tall wall. As the sun set on campus, rich orange and pink settled over the sunset on that warm Friday afternoon. At least the sight was pretty for how overwhelmingly small the space was.

It wasn’t the space that bothered you. It was your tutor.

He was big-- big big. Not just a little big, but really big. The kind of big that was on bodybuilding competitions. It made his long, blue-grey muscle shirt and grey sweats look tiny, sucked to his well-pumped muscle. The room felt a lot smaller as you looked at him, his long brown hair whipped back over his neck. His eyebrows raised on his dark forehead, arms turning one over another, a bundle of muscle.

“Ah... you're him? The man from the tea shop.” 

He pulled free his sunglasses and set them down. His warm chocolate eyes glanced from the edge of your now too-short skirt to the glint of a dagger necklace that beat between your breasts. He’s staring. Why is he staring-- you finger the dagger between your thumb and index fingers, soothing yourself with the manipulation.

“Miguel.” He warmed, pulling the seat out beside him. His voice was buttery and smooth, almost like rich caramel. The lilt in his voice lightened, inviting you to take a seat by him. You should. You thought. Sit down. “Siéntate." 

You stared.

"I said sit down.” 

That was a bad idea. You paused, slipping the bag down from under your shoulder and onto the beige tile by the door. Miguel watched every slight movement. That’s fine. It’s natural to do that. You tugged the bottom of your skirt and took a seat beside him. Miguel pushed the chair back in, pushing your chest to the edge of the desk space. Oh-- oh boy, he was strong. Of course, he was, he was built like a-- 

“Bueno. Now you're settled. How can I help you?” 

Do that again.

“Me? Oh! I... Jess said you could help me need to pass a test,” you murmured. The four semesters of Spanish seemed relatively easy compared to being stuffed next to this Adonis in this tiny study room. Your legs settled over your skirt, hands working over one another to will down the pulse of your wily excitement. What was wrong with you? “To pass my language requirement.” 

You should have been able to do that alone but-- let’s say you weren’t the most applied to the language in your childhood. A tutor was a great alternative to embarrassment and thousands of dollars in classes. If only he didn’t look like… this. His large hand left the pasty back of your chair.

“Hm,” he paused. “¿Puedes hablar español?” 

“Sí,” you murmured. “My mami was-- well, I should have listened to her.” 

Hm. 

You want to know what Hm means. Your leg tremored on its own accord. He swept a leather bag by his side up and pulled out a thick folder, running across several tabs. Lab notes, diet plans, pruebas. 

“It happens,” he notes, sliding a page free. “Let’s see how much you know, princesa.” 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to know more, to hear the hum of Spanish bouncing off his lips. It was a world apart from your mother’s shrill screams on Saturday mornings to clean an already clean house. It held its own beauty and mystery when he spoke it. You took the page from him, setting it down on the bland tablespace by your phone, lighting up with a notification.

Jess When you meet Miguel, don’t do it.

"¿Princesa?" you asked.

"You dress like one. Don’t worry if you fail,” you plucked out a pink mechanical pencil, complete with little animated characters tightened around the wrapping. You perked at his words, choking a small smile. “I expect you to.” 

Why was he like this? You took another unfortunate look at him, his large forearm plastered over the desk, making the book he had to look like peanuts in comparison. God, he was hot-- you felt comparatively hideous, drooling over a man that was out of your league. Maybe he could be your piece of eye candy this year. Your phone buzzed along the table again. Miguel’s eyes shot to it, a frown pulling at his lips. 

Jess Don’t fuck him. He can’t keep his dick to himself.

He reaches over, flipping your phone down with an overworked smile sundering his expression. It’s almost fake. 

“Are you…” you turned your eyes to the questions on the page. “A student?” 

“Grad student,” Miguel answered. So, older than you then. “I graduated with a BA in Spanish and a BS in Genetics.” 

“Oh! A dual degree?” The man couldn’t be normal. He had to do both. “Did it… take a while?”

“No, it was accelerated.” 

He was unreal. There was no way this man was ordinary. It was physically impossible for the man to be that hot and successful. You scribbled across the page, nipping the back of your pencil at particularly hard questions.

“So you just do this for… a living?” you asked him. 

“I teach and train clients, yes.”

“Train?” 

“Gym,” Miguel set his cheek on his fist.

“I do cardio with Jess. No strength training for me.” Jess-- who suggested Miguel to you. You had some shit to bitch at her about the next time you saw her. Namely, why she didn’t warn you about Miguel. He was a boon for chaos in your life.

“I’d waste your time. I’m all marshmallow,” you pat your soft belly. “All pan dulce and burros.” 

He chuckled. 

“You have a beautiful body.” 

And that was that. You set the pencil down on a page half full of answers, glancing toward his full lips. They were quirked into an arrogant smirk. He knew the effect he had on women. He glanced to the page, then to you, his lips growing into a smile laden with arrogance. 

“Your hips--” he glanced down, “My girls couldn’t pay to get them.” 

He noticed. You supposed that the miniskirt wasn’t the best choice for meeting a new man.

“Do you talk to everyone like this?”

“No. Only the ones that look at me like you did." 

Oh. 

 If it were a game of whom ate whom up first, you had to be honest-- it may have been you. You couldn’t shoot anything back at that, angling your head down at the page guiltily. A sigh fell from his chest. His large hand came to the back of your head, cupping the thick bow on the back of your head. His fingers ran across the silk, teasing it between his fingers.

“Calm down, you’re not the first one to do it. You won't be the last,” he turned your head to look at him, large fingers combing through the strands of your hair. He chased the panic in your wide eyes, doe eyes blown wide. Your heartbeat soared into your chest, choking you there, looking for an outlet from your shame. 

“Breathe for me,” he leaned in, his warm breath tingling your ear. His cologne was clean, like the lapse of the waves on the shore back home where the tropical heat was a second skin. You listened, taking a weary, deep breath in, then out again. Again. 

“Go on.” His knuckles rapped on the sheet. Miguel’s hand fell away. You found yourself longing for it again. 

“He’s gorgeous.” 

“I told you not to fuck him," your superior, Jess said, her feet bouncing off the stairstepper effortlessly.

“I didn't-- I just, he called me beautiful.” 

“He would call anyone beautiful if it meant fucking them. Don’t fall for it.” 

You knew Jess wouldn’t say it unless she were serious. She always knew what you needed help with, where to locate a good solution, and had the right words to calm you down.

“How?” you said, louder than you intended. You were suddenly thankful for the pounding music that beat down on your ears in your school’s gym and the rush of people that came and went. “Jess, you’re a lesbian. You don’t understand-- he’s thick. Like, he’s luchador status big. Big, big.” 

“I’ve dated some thick women.” 

“And he likes me,” you said pointedly, rushing to the topmost step, remembering his words. The way he calmed you down from your embarrassment, seeming without concern for his own body. It was… sweet. ���Men usually don’t like me, Jess. I’m too… soft.” 

“Okay, girl, whatever,” you were pretty sure she rolled her eyes. “Unless you’re going to be another one of his fuck toys, just ignore him.”  

“How?”

Her stare trained on the floors lapsed. Thirty and she was still going. “If you don’t want him, just fire him. What’s going to do? Come find you?” 

You stopped for the entirety of five… or ten seconds. Enough to consider her words. Enough to quite literally get plop off the stair stepper and onto the cold floor. Jess exhaled a stale breath, reaching over to jam the STOP button on your machine. Ow.

“Good job.” 

Miguel likes to tutor you. Not because you’re good at Spanish, no, for a girl that grew up with a Spanish mother, your skills are quite poor. But he likes the opportunity to have you in a room all by yourself, late at night. Wednesdays are great days for that. 

Your soft buttercup yellow dress is short today, exposing your thick thighs that take up so much of the chair. He pretends that he’s listening as you go over a list of irregular verbs, your lip pouting in response to the irregular verbs. Some were simple in their familiarity like poder with endings such as pudiste; but the plurals and other irregular verbs, you pouted at. It was cute. 

“Miggy, it’s not funny, ” Oh, nicknames now. Miguel throws a glance at your glossy lips, undoubtedly sticky but oh so soft looking. 

“I never said it was.” 

“You’re smirking.” 

“Then don’t whine,” he said. “It’s cute.” 

“Oh--” As to be expected, you shifted your hands between your legs, drawing your skirt in between your legs. He faltered and took a glance, coasting his eye over its edges and memorizing the way it fell over your skin. You’ll ruin her, he remembers Jess saying. She wasn’t wrong, he sensed the bit of it now, how close you sat-- 

“Take a break, princesa. Vocabulary-- ascendencia.” 

Rather than take a break, you turned and caught the corner of his lips in what was a terrible, cherry-red kiss that would stain his skin. But the connection of your lips, puckered in a pouting kiss on his skin, caught him off guard. 

“Descent,” you took his red pen out of his loose grip, scribbling descent by the word. Fuck. Miguel took a sip of now cold coffee. A smile kept pulling at his cheeks, looking out of the window and catching the slight reflection of your lipstick smeared across his lip and cheek, he bobs his head into a nod.

“Correcto.” 

You’re with Peter the first time you see Miguel with another woman. 

It’s at lunch. Tuesdays and Thursdays are regularly spent running to the College of Arts, waiting for Peter to get out, and a picnic. Today, you forgot to bring lunch, running off to the union hand wrapped around his elbow as he talked to you about a bright new camera lens filter.

“These new pictures are going to come out perfect! Thanks for lending me the money,” he beamed. You loved the way he talked about his art-- stopping to show you his newest pictures of the camera that hung around his neck. Peter was always good with a camera, catching you in all the prettiest angles in your trade of photos for… sponsoring a lens or whatever. Or, at least, bringing down the cost. “Look at this one. Look how pretty you look in that dress, kinda like a pin-up! We should do some’a those next.” 

Feet thumping over the pavement, you failed to sense Miguel's presence until you smelled his peppery cologne carried on the air. There, on a bench, he sat next to a girl. She was pretty, with long dark hair and soft skin. Her hand was on his thigh and his arm around her shoulder, eating the last bit of a flaky empanada-- your eyes burned, the closeness of her head on his shoulder, clearly done and finished, waiting for whatever next plan he had. You don’t want to know what that could be.

“Huh? Oh. hi Miguel!” Peter waved to your dismay. You held onto him a little tighter, wringing circles around his sleeve. Miguel spares you two a glance, his eyebrows pushing together. But he waves, lazy and short. You stifle the hot prick of tears at the corner of your eyes and yank Peter away. “Wha-- I’m coming, I’m coming!"

Days later, Peter has a plan.

“I’ve got it-- the solution to your tea guy problem! You should have told me sooner that it was Miguel.” 

Peter was very excited. Why, you weren’t sure. He liked to feel helpful. That’s why he was a photographer. Photography lets others feel beautiful and seen. He picked at your lunch, his head flopped on your thigh as he worked through his camera. 

“I’ll be your boyfriend!”

“You want to be my boyfriend?” you offered him a grape. He opened his mouth with an adorable ‘ah’ of his his lips. You slipped the grape between his lips. He chewed appreciatively. “I don’t know, Peter. Isn’t it lying?” 

“C’mon, I know Miguel. He’s macho. The kind of guy you have to make jealous. And I can do it! I’m boyfriend material. Aren’t I?”

“Sí. But I don’t think I can make him jealous.” 

It was a sunshiney day, sprawled out at lunch on a cool picnic blanket, tracing the clouds when you heard his voice. Soft, smooth, inviting. Your head spun around, this time with a lean blonde-haired girl-- her legs were long, tummy nice and flat, blue eyes shining like little sapphires set in her pale face. She swooned on his arm. The perfect sorority princess. What if he called her princesa, too?

“--close lab with me--” 

“I can do it myself.” 

Miguel’s eyes caught yours, raising his hand lazily to greet you as he walked down the sidewalk, undoubtedly back to his genetics lab on the other side of campus. Over where brilliant boys and girls and theys were, rushing through accelerated scientific programs while you figured out how to fix broken artifacts. He lived in another impossible world. A realm far away from Peter and you: photography and the maintenance of culture and art.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter's eyes were glossy with concern. “It’s okay. We don’t have to-- did I say something wrong?” 

You shook your head. Peter sat up, his eyes bounced up-- from Miguel over his shoulder to your sudden sad eyes. Peter set his hand on your cheek, the fibers of his soft pink cardigan tickling your jaw. Your eyes tore from Miguel, whose pace became sluggish as if steps along took immense effort. Peter’s nose bumped against yours, clumsy and oh so Peterish-- his hand on the middle of your back, his warm but cracked lips swallowing the gasp that tumbled from your lips. He tasted of sweet fruit, the sloppy lunch you shared, and a silly comfort. 

He watching? Peter murmured against your lips. 

You nearly forgot to return the kiss, captured in the way Miguel stared-- something in his warm brown eyes was almost wounded. Peter shoved you onto the picnic blanket, a soft sorry murmured under his breath as his thin frame fell between your legs. Miguel stomped away, his bumbling blonde rushing to keep up. 

“Oh yeah,” Peter rolled over onto his back, crossing his legs one over another. You watched Miguel stomp past the tall hedges, out of your line of sight. “He’s gonna be mad at you.” 

“Peter!” 

Miguel was still in a bad mood hours later. 

“¡Qué surpresa!” he murmured, offering you your paper blotted with red circles. “You did remarkably shit on this test. Do you focus on anything? Or just Peter?” 

“Perdona me.” Your focus was shot with his consistent presence in your life. Not that he could appreciate that. 

“How long are you going to keep wasting my time?” 

“Are you talking about the Spanish or--”

Miguel set the red pen down, a sharp slam snapping the pen under his force. The fragile plastic snapped into shards of plastic. He flicked it away, paper and pen both, his large hand flexing in and out of a closed fist. You traced the tracks of his veins along his forearm.

“Are you mad that I kissed you?” 

“Stop.”

“Or are you angry that Peter did?” 

 “Don’t touch me.” 

Though he said that, you didn’t listen. You slid out of the chair and in between his spread legs, your hands trailing his handsome jawline. He jerked back when your lips caught his, the legs of his chair hitting the wall. Though he said no, his mouth opened to your kiss, and his palms flushed against your soft cheeks. You pinned him between your body and the wall-- and though you were sure he’d quickly whirl you off if he really wanted to, he didn’t. His tongue pushed into your mouth, owning yours. His hands skimmed your back, trailing lower and lower down your deep red dress until he connected with your ass. 

“You need to stop.” Miguel broke from his kiss. Though he said that, he brought you onto his lap. You felt little in his large arms, his hands guiding your hips over his crotch. “Before I do something you’ll regret.”

You listened to the sounds of the library’s floor. The scrunch of take out into the trash, the sing of a door opening and closing. It was dinner time. Most everyone had gone to get their snacks— and here you were, looking down at Miguel with rapt eyes. 

“Peter is just a friend.” 

“A friend who happens to jam his tongue down your throat,” he turned the word over on his tongue and found offense in it. “Now why do I doubt that?” 

“He only wanted to help.”

“By kissing you?” 

Your fingers trailed his jaw, dipping back down for another kiss if only to say you could. That Miguel couldn’t tell you what to do. A sound of frustration ripped up his throat. You felt him, his dick twitching to life behind those sweatpants. He felt big. You bit your lower lip— a movement that didn’t escape his attentive eyes. 

“By making you as jealous,” You slid off his lap and onto the dirty floor. But as you lifted a hand, cupping his dick through the heavy fabric, he couldn’t bear to stop you. 

His lips pulled in a wicked grin, your soft palm stroking along his length. He hooked his thumbs into his sweats, yanking them down over his knees and onto the floor. His cock kissed his belly, straining with droplets of moisture at the tip. Miguel set his hand on your shoulder and forced you to heel on the floor. His temperament evened out. “You were jealous.” 

“Yes--” you murmured. “Are.. those girls, are they special?” 

“Special? No, none of them are.” 

“I want to be.” 

“That so?” Your soft hands trailed along the dark hair on his calves, up his thighs, settling your nose where his muscular hand tightened around the root. He wrenched his swarthy hand along his length, drawing along his veiny cock shamelessly. "Let's see how much you do, princesa."

“Please.”

“Aquí se habla español.” Miguel teased. Your fingers dipped down, small tickles of your fingertips as his heavy balls. He watched you massage them with half-lidded eyes, his lips pursing in a pleased hum. 

“Por favor.” 

“Abre,” you did, sliding your soft mouth open, a well of saliva on your tongue. Miguel slid himself into your warm mouth, a ruptured groan fizzing in his chest. You didn’t want to be too loud— someone might look into the small window on the door, and see you on your knees between Miguel’s thick legs, sucking his cock down when you should be going over that test you just failed. 

You caught the salty beads at Miguel’s top on your tongue, sliding sloppily around his thick head, and lapping at his slit for more. Your soft hands stroked along his length, clumsy and shy. He hummed in approval, a sound you were more than thankful to elicit. Miguel took a fist full of your hair and drove himself into your mouth, your tongue stroking the underside of his length. 

“Pero mira esto,” Miguel wrenched his head in your hair, grabbing handfuls of it in his palm. “You can focus on something. Sucking my dick.”

Even if you wanted to look up, Miguel drove your head down onto his dick, the dark, trimmed tuft of his pubic hair tickling your nose. He drew his hips back. You nearly pulled off him, if not for his hand assuring that you wouldn’t move off of it. Drool coursed down from your lips, soaking your chin and neck, connecting to his cock as if it were a spiderweb. Your cheeks flushed with blood— you must have looked a mess. 

“Coño," Miguel tutted with his tongue, grasping his phone. Your lips pursed around his tip, eyes flickering up to catch the lens of his phone camera on your ruined face. A picture or a video, you weren’t entirely sure. Only that it sent thumps of pleasure down your core to know he wanted to record it, keep it close. You suckled along his sensitive head, working his moans free. He set his phone aside. 

Miguel stood and dragged your head along with him to pin you between the ledge of the desk space and his wonderful hips. His hands slipped behind your head, keeping you still and steady, driving himself deep into your mouth. Past your tongue, down your throat, it felt like he hit parts of you that you could only dream of. You struggled with his size, choking the urge to swallow him when he forced you to hold him there. As if your throat was just a hole for his pleasure. Your sad attempt to suckle him down was tempered by the rocking of his hips, his needy face fucking. Your eyes screwed shut, bits of color dancing behind your eyes, the easiest way to deal with this was to focus— on the way he tasted, the scent of his fresh body wash, the light judder of his hips as he came close. 

"Hah-- ay, qué rico," his nails scraped the back of your neck, sloppy and undefined thrusts filling your throat. He spurts thick ropes of his cum down your throat and mouth, withdrawing to jerk the last bursts of his cum over your lips. Miguel’s breath fell from his lips in heavy gulps, meeting yours down on your aching knees. Strings of coughed-up cum connected your sodden lips to his cock, globs of his seed slipping between your breasts. You ached. 

“Tate quieta.” 

You don’t know where you’d go, your palms catching yourself on the floor. He snapped another photo, humming appreciatively. Miguel reached into his gym bag, pulling a sweaty shirt free. Your fingers dipped into his warm cum that spattered across your warm chest, drawing it to your lips. He tasted salty, tangy, and just right.

"You look so-- so beautiful, princesa, just perfect," Miguel bent down, wiping the rest of his mess from your chest and face, gently stroking away all evidence of your face fucking before cleaning his cock and tucking himself away into his sweatpants. He chucked the t-shirt back into his bag, glazing his eyes over your hazy, exhausted eyes. He crouched down. 

“Rule one, I never share my women,” he settled his knuckle under your chin, urging you to look him in the eyes. Something told him you wouldn't be as easy as the others, but for some reason, he shrugged the thought aside. “As long as I'm fucking you, you date no one but me. If I find out you are, we're done. Am I clear?”

He was a walking red flag. But for once, in your good girl life, you wanted that. You wanted to fuck in the library-- against the genetics building late at night-- to kiss him during a sunny picnic. More than you wanted a lot of things. His eyes went soft with your answer. 

“Claro que sí, Miggy.”

He loves it when he gets what he wants.

[dead-boys-club]

†  loving pt2 : various.

❥ scenario: what it feels like loving __ ❥ requested ❥ this is a section post: a quote, short para, song, associations.

❥ this post includes: bakugo. kirishima. sero. tokoyami. hawks. toga.

❥ katsuki.

"He’s a storm that can tear you apart, but if you stand your ground, you’ll find he’s the only shelter you’ll ever need."

Loving Bakugo feels like standing in the middle of a thunderstorm, the wind whipping around you, the crackle of lightning in the air. He’s intensity, raw and unapologetic, with emotions that burn brighter than any fire. His love isn’t gentle—it’s fierce, protective, and overwhelming, like the surge of adrenaline before a fight. But beneath the sharp edges, there’s a quiet, smoldering tenderness he doesn’t show to anyone else. It’s in the way he lingers just a little too long when his hand brushes yours, or how he stands between you and anything that could hurt you, even if he won’t say it aloud. His affection is never spoken in soft words; it’s shouted, sometimes brash, sometimes angry, but always with a ferocity that tells you he’s never letting go. It’s in those rare, quiet moments when he lets down his guard, resting his head against yours, that you feel it most—the vulnerability he tries so hard to hide, trusting you to hold it without breaking him.

“My Blood” by Twenty One Pilots

Explosions. Gritted teeth. Calloused hands. Blazing sunsets. Fireworks in the night sky. Cracked knuckles. Running shoes. Sweat dripping down your back. Smirks. Fists hitting walls. Faint scars. Battles fought side by side. Rough laughter. Fierce loyalty. Pounding heartbeats. Thunderstorms. Bruised lips. Glowing embers. Eyes burning with determination. Heated arguments. Apologies in actions, not words. Sudden, fierce embraces. Cold nights spent under warm blankets. Streetlights in the rain. Adrenaline rushes. Sharp glares. The smell of gunpowder. Holding hands behind closed doors. Sunsets reflected in his eyes.

❥ kirishima.

"Loving him is like being wrapped in warmth—he’s a shield from the world’s harshest blows, and he’ll never let you fall."

Loving Kirishima feels like being embraced by sunlight. It’s steady, comforting warmth, the kind that seeps into your bones and makes you feel like you’re home. He’s the kind of love that’s always there, a constant presence that never falters, never fades. His laughter is infectious, lighting up even the darkest days, and his smile has a way of making everything feel alright, no matter how hard life gets. He’s the shoulder you can lean on, the arms that hold you close when the world feels too heavy. With him, love is simple and pure, a promise spoken through actions, through the way he catches your hand and squeezes it reassuringly. He’s the guy who will hype you up, tell you you’re amazing, and genuinely mean it. His affection is always open, always full of warmth, like a fire that never dims, never burns out. He’s the sun on your skin, the feeling of safety in a world that sometimes feels too chaotic.

“Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves

Bear hugs. Warm hands. Soft sweaters. Laughter that lights up the room. Early morning workouts. Rough, but gentle hands. Friendly competition. Chipped tooth grins. Rock-hard determination. Red hair catching the sunlight. Loyalty without question. Cheering you on at your worst. Sunrises over mountains. Holding your breath before a kiss. Playful banter. Soft smiles. Big promises. Long road trips. Arms wrapped around you from behind. Steady heartbeats. Movie marathons. Helping hands. Warm soup on a cold day. Loyal to a fault. Soft kisses on your forehead. Shielding you from the rain. Sharing everything—your food, your worries, your laughter.

❥ keigo.

"He’s the sky, vast and free, but if you hold onto him just right, you’ll find that even the wildest birds need a place to land."

Loving Hawks feels like flying. There’s a weightlessness to it, a freedom in the way he pulls you into his world with a playful smirk and a wink. He’s lighthearted, quick-witted, and always seems like he’s one step ahead, but behind that casual demeanor, there’s something deeper—an unspoken need to be seen, to be known. He flirts with the world, but when he’s with you, it’s different. His teasing smiles turn softer, his sharp eyes more focused, and suddenly, you realize that the man who seems to belong to the sky is tethered to you. His love is fast-paced, thrilling, like the wind rushing through your hair as you soar above the clouds. But it’s also in the quiet moments—the way he tucks his wings around you like a shield, pulling you close when no one’s watching. It’s knowing that beneath all his charm and bravado, there’s a vulnerability he only shows to you, and in that vulnerability, you find something precious and unbreakable.

“All I Want” by Kodaline Feathers. Golden sunlight. Crisp autumn air. Quick winks. Soft chuckles. Eyes that see everything. Playful smirks. Wind in your hair. Rooftop sunsets. The smell of leather jackets. A hand always ready to catch you. Glimpses of vulnerability behind a cocky grin. The sound of wings flapping in the distance. Soft laughter in the middle of the night. High-speed chases. Free-falling into safety. Teasing words with hidden meanings. Late-night conversations under the stars. Warm hands on your waist. Secret smiles. Red feathers brushing your skin. Sky blue eyes full of hidden depths. Moments of quiet that say more than words ever could.

❥ tokoyami.

"He walks through shadows, but his heart is a light you never expected. Loving him means finding warmth in the places you thought were dark."

Loving Tokoyami feels like walking through a quiet forest at dusk—peaceful, mysterious, and full of hidden beauty. He’s reserved, speaking in soft words that carry more weight than most, and his love is subtle, but it’s there in every action. He won’t shout it from the rooftops, but he’ll stand beside you in silence, a constant, unwavering presence. His mind is sharp, always turning over ideas and philosophy, and being with him feels like an endless conversation, even when no words are spoken. There’s a strength to him that isn’t loud or brash, but it’s solid, like a shadow that never leaves your side. His affection is gentle, found in the way he takes your hand in his, or how he stands just a little closer when the world gets overwhelming. Loving him is finding peace in the dark, knowing that even in the quietest moments, you’re never alone.

“Youth” by Daughter

Quiet nights. Flickering candlelight. Raven feathers. Soft whispers. Moonlit forests. Cool breezes through open windows. Deep conversations about the universe. Shadows that feel like home. Black ink on white paper. Old books with yellowed pages. Guitar strings humming softly. Midnight walks. Warm tea on a chilly night. Protective stances. Subtle glances that say everything. Silence that speaks louder than words. Crisp autumn leaves underfoot. Dark skies full of stars. Soft blankets. The sound of distant thunder. Gentle hands. Longing gazes. Wisdom hidden beneath the surface. Silent loyalty.

❥ toga.

"She loves with the same reckless abandon that she lives, and to love her is to embrace chaos and find beauty in the wildest parts of the world."

Loving Toga feels like stepping into a whirlwind—intense, unpredictable, and exhilarating. She throws herself into everything with a kind of wild passion that’s both dangerous and mesmerizing. Her affection is fierce, overwhelming, and all-consuming. She doesn’t know how to love halfway; she loves with everything she has, and sometimes it’s hard to keep up with the way her emotions swing from one extreme to the other. But in her chaos, there’s a strange kind of purity. She sees you, really sees you, and when she loves, it’s with a raw honesty that few others could match. It’s in her teasing smiles, her sharp laughter, and the way she clings to you like you’re the only real thing in a world that doesn’t make sense to her. Loving her is intense, sometimes overwhelming, but beneath it all is a girl who just wants to be seen, to be understood, and to be loved in return.

“Control” by Halsey

Wild laughter. Sharp teeth. The smell of blood and flowers. Quick hands. Messy hair. The thrill of danger. Fast heartbeats. Clingy hugs. Glinting knives. Eyes that sparkle with mischief. Whispered confessions. Stolen kisses. Chaos in her wake. Sharp nails dragging down your arm. Late-night escapes. Bright red lips. Skipping through puddles. Bruised knuckles. Running barefoot. Intense stares. Sweet smiles that hide something darker. Constant energy. Unfiltered emotions. Twirling in a dress. Laughter that makes the world stop.

❥ sero.

"He’s the friend who turns into the best thing you never saw coming, and loving him is realizing that the simple moments are the ones that matter most."

Loving Sero feels like catching your breath after a good laugh. He’s easygoing, always with a quick joke or a playful grin, but there’s more to him than just fun and games. He’s the kind of person who’s there for you, really there, when things get tough—someone who can turn a bad day into a good one with just a few words. His love is comfortable, like slipping into your favorite hoodie on a chilly day, and being with him feels like home. He doesn’t need grand gestures to show you how much he cares; it’s in the little things—the way he brings you your favorite snack without asking, or how he leans into you when you’re sitting close. With him, life feels lighter, like everything’s going to be okay, no matter what. Loving him is like finding your best friend and realizing they’ve always been the one.

“Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles

Skateboards on pavement. Easy smiles. Sunrises after long nights. Loose t-shirts. Bean bag chairs. Movie marathons. Quick-witted jokes. Lazy afternoons. Popcorn scattered on the floor. High-fives that turn into hugs. Bubblegum-flavored candy. Soft chuckles. Warm hands on your shoulders. Lying on the grass under a blue sky. Sticky tape pulling you closer. Comfortable silence. Inside jokes. Late-night phone calls. Board games with missing pieces. Stolen fries from your plate. Familiar playlists. Hoodie sleeves that are too long. Playful teasing. Comfortable, worn-in sneakers. The sound of laughter in the air.

[wannab-urs]

Bittersweet

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: You're perfect to him, but he's not good enough for you and never could be.

Warnings: kind of derogatory mention of “whores,” SMUT, javier peña’s oral fixation, I’m imagining season 3 Javi but it’s up to you, reader is 20ish, wears a skirt, is referred to as sweet, and is able bodied. Soft and then mean!javi. WC: 1.1k

A/N: Thanks to Andrew for leaking this song and to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for correcting my fuckass spanish <3

Javier Peña Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

I'd rather take my whiskey neat My coffee black in my bed at three You're too sweet for me

He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t have encouraged your flirting. He shouldn’t have met you at the bar for drinks. And he definitely shouldn’t have taken you home with him. It’s way too late to turn back now though. 

Your hips sway in the tiny skirt you’re wearing as you climb the stairs to his apartment. He greedily drinks in the sight of your exposed thighs, sauntering up the stairs behind you. He grabs your waist and pulls you tightly against him as he unlocks the door, pressing his lips to your throat. 

You squeal out the sweetest giggle as his mustache tickles your skin. He gets the door open and guides you inside, leading you by the hips to his bedroom. You’re much too precious to fuck on the couch like some whore. 

He lays you back on the bed gently as he kisses you, his tongue delving into your mouth to get more of your taste. He’s addicted to you already. You moan into his mouth softly, tangling your tongue up with his. He licks the back of your teeth, bites into your plump bottom lip. 

His hands push your skirt up and he presses his clothed erection into your core. You whine and rut against him and he groans against your lips. He kisses down your throat, dips his nose into your cleavage, pushes your shirt up until you sit up and help him tear it off you. 

He sucks a nipple into his mouth, rolls it between his lips and nibbles gently. You arch your back, your hands finding the back of his head and holding him to you. Your fingers thread in his hair as he kisses down your stomach and settles between your thighs. 

He pulls your skirt and panties down your thighs at the same time and discards them on the floor. He spreads your folds with two fingers and groans. 

“¿Así que mojado para mí ya?” (So wet for me already?)

“Sí, Javi,” you reply breathlessly. He adores the way you answer him, the way your voice is airy with desire. 

Javier licks a stripe from the cleft of your ass to your clit, savoring the flavor of your skin and slick.

“Sabes tan dulce, cariño.” (Taste so sweet, baby). 

He sucks your clit into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue over and over, loving the way you squirm against him, the way your hands tighten into fists in his hair. He dips his tongue inside you, his nose settling against your clit. He grabs your hips and encourages you to grind on his face. 

“Usarla. Sé buena para mi,” he mutters into your cunt. (Use it, be good for me). You take direction so well. He feels you shaking as he plunges his tongue inside you. He sucks your clit into his mouth again and plunges two fingers into you down to the knuckle. You come with a cry of his name, spilling sweetly from your lips. It’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. 

He lets you ride his fingers through your high before he slowly extracts his fingers from you. He sucks them into his mouth, not wanting to miss a drop of your taste. He strips off his shirt and stands to discard his pants as you catch your breath. 

You reach your hands out toward him as he settles back on the bed between your thighs. He thinks he feels his heart crack a little. He kisses you again, letting you taste yourself on his lips as he notches the head of his cock at your entrance. You wiggle beneath him, trying to push him inside you. 

“Paciencia, cariño,” (patience, baby) he mutters, but he starts pushing inside you. He’s finding it hard to deny you anything you ask for. You both moan as he bottoms out inside you, your noises tangling together in the scant air between your lips. He drops his forehead to yours as he slowly retreats and pushes back in. 

You meet his thrust with your own hips, driving him deeper. He drops to his elbows and picks up the pace, rolling his hips into you steadily. He wants to savor this, wants it to last as long as it can, because he knows he’ll never have it again – never have you again. 

He can’t hold back, though. The way you grip him, tight and hot and wet, the way your hands roam across his broad chest and through his too long hair, it drives him crazy. He dips his mouth to your throat, tasting your skin again as he pounds into you. You let out little huffs of air, choked out moans, bitten off cries of his name as he fucks you. 

When you come it catches him off guard and he nearly follows you. He fucks you slow and deep through it and when you finally stop clenching around him he pulls out and comes on your belly. You whine when he stands, wanting him to cuddle with you. 

“Ya vuelvo.” (I’ll be right back). 

He goes to his bathroom and wets a washcloth with warm water. He should kick you out. Instead, he brings it back and gently cleans between your legs and wipes his cum off your stomach. He tosses the cloth into the pile of his clothes and snuggles into bed with you. You curl into his chest and he wraps his arms around you, falling asleep with the scent of your shampoo in his nose.

He wakes up in the morning to an empty bed and nearly thinks you were smart enough to leave on your own, but he spots your skirt still on the floor by the bed. Fuck. You dance into the room, a cup of coffee in your hand and his shirt on your shoulders. You look beautiful. Perfect. Like everything he doesn’t deserve. 

You hand him the mug and he sets it on the nightstand.

“Deberías ir.” (You should get going). 

He lights a cigarette to avoid looking at your face. He knows it’s crestfallen, knows he’s hurting you. But he’s saving you even more pain in the long run.

“Okay,” you say. And he refuses to look, but he can hear the tears in your voice.

When he hears the apartment door close, he rolls over and pretends to go back to sleep. He lays there for hours, thinking about how perfect you are. You’re way too young, maybe twenty years old. And so… soft, gentle. His rough edges would cut you to shreds. He never should have slept with you, but he’s only a man. He’s a weak, broken, pathetic old man and for one night you made him feel worthy. 

When he finally drinks the coffee on the nightstand, it has long gone cold and the alarm clock reads 3:00pm.

[shuaboo]

jealous sex with filo!haobin 💋

a/n: this was a request, thank you sm anon! i’m sorry this took so long. i had terrible writers block writing this, hence why it’s not the best! but nevertheless, i hope you enjoy. sorry for the rushed ending, going all the way would make it too long and i have 0 ideas:(

jealousy isn’t an uncommon feeling being with hanbin and hao. people always seem to assume that you’re all just a close group of friends.

that’s exactly what happened today. a guy approached the table during your dinner date, and asked for your number. obviously, you immediately turned down his offer but that didn’t stop your boyfriends from being jealous.

as you got home, they immediately have their hands and lips all over your body. your neck, collarbone, shoulders, tits, ass, everywhere. you’re sandwiched between your two jealous boyfriends, and there’s no other place you’d want to be in.

“should we leave our marks on her? para alam ng mga tao na sa atin lang siya? hm?” should we leave our marks on her? so people know she’s ours? hm?. says hao, who is now leading you to your shared bedroom. “maybe. that way wala nang lalapit na lalaki sa baby natin, isn’t that right?” maybe. that way guys won’t approach our baby anymore, isn’t that right? hanbin replies, now setting you down on the bed.

hao helps you out of your clothes, leaving you bare beneath him and hanbin. “fuck, ang ganda mo, mahal. i can’t blame that guy from earlier for trying to ask you out, sobrang sarap mo tignan.” fuck, you’re so pretty, love. i can’t blame that guy from earlier for trying to ask you out, you’re eye-candy. he says as he stares at you, before attacking your upper body with kisses. he nips and sucks at your neck, leaving dark marks before moving down to your chest and tummy area.

hanbin on the other hand, has his eyes set on your center. he spreads your legs, revealing your wet, glistening pussy to him. “basang basa ka, i can’t wait to taste you.” you’re so wet, i can’t wait to taste you. finally, he goes down on you. he starts by kissing and lightly sucking your clit to stimulate pleasure, before licking a stripe up your slit. “we’re gonna make you cum so many times, you’ll go dumb and only remember us.” he skillfully uses his tongue, entering your hole. he knows how to make you feel good. using both his mouth and hands, he eats you out like you’re his last meal. “f-fuck! hanbin, i’m gonna cum—“ he smirks against your pussy, rubbing your clit harder and abusing your hole with his tongue faster. as you cum, he doesn’t stop. “w-wait! hanbin, tigil stop! sensitive pa ako! i’m still sensitive”

your words go unheard and hao decides to join you once again, stroking his cock in his hand. “shh, pretty. we told you, right? we’re going to fuck you and make you cum until its only our names that you scream and think of. now open up for me.” he slaps his tip on your lip, waiting for you to open up for him. as you open, he slowly pushes his cock in your mouth. he groans at the vibrations your muffled moans bring to his cock, as hanbin continues to lick up and make out with your pussy. “fuck.. i’ll go slow muna. then after, i’ll fuck this pretty throat of yours.”

you look up at him, eyes brimming with tears. he chuckles. “hah, you look like such a slut. hanbin is tongue deep in your pussy while you lay there and take my cock in your mouth.” he grabs a fistful of your hair, making you take more of him. hanbin pulls off your pussy for a second to speak. “but s’okay, because you’re our slut. our pretty doll molded for us to touch, love, and fuck. isn’t that right, hao?” hao smirks, speaking in between his own moans. “f-fuuuck, you- you’re taking my cock so well- of- of course, she’s our pretty girl. prettiest out there— even other dudes want her, but they never will, because she’s all ours. r-right angel?”

you pull of his cock, voice raspy. “y-yes! ‘m all yours… only want you two…” hanbin smiles against your clit, kissing it. and hao pulls your mouth back on his cock. “that’s right. this greedy little slut is only for us to claim.”

to summarize, the pleasure of being claimed by both of your boyfriends is… a lot. they’ll make sure you remember who you truly belong to, with no fail. but that’s fine. because sex is always better when they’re feelin’ particularly possessive and mean <3.

[emmalandry]

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𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 ~ 𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕆'𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

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"Shh, It's okay querida. Just breathe." Miguel whispers into your ear as he mercilessly pounds into you from behind. "You'll always remember who you belong to right? Even after you marry that estúpido brother of mine?" No response leaves your lip earning you a harsh slap to your ass cheek. "Answer me. You'll never forget you belong to me. You'll never forget that this pussy belongs to me." You let out a whimper "Never Miggy, Never forget that 'm yours." you say practically breathless from how harshly he was thrusting his cock into you.

"Una chica tan buena para mí. Un coño tan bonito también." he whispers in your ear as his thrusts begin to slow down earning a high-pitched whine from you. "My pretty, pretty conejita." Your hands are clawing at the bed sheets trying desperately to hold on as Miguel continues to abuse your cervix with his cock. Pummeling in and out of your hole. "Imagine if Gabriel walked in right now and saw you grinding back against me like a desperate fucked out little slut." He allowed a 'tsk tsk tsk' noise to leave his lips as your pussy begins to flutter and clench around him. "You like that don't you conejita? You like the thought of your fiance walking in and seeing his big brother show his pretty little future wife how BIG he really is?" He growls out. "Yes, Miggy~ Want him to walk in and see how good you fuck me. Want him to know he could never use me the way you do!"

He wraps your hair around his fist beginning to speed up his thrusts signaling that he's near his release. He reaches his hand around your tummy to start drawing quick figure eights on your clit. Your body starts to spasm as the coil in your belly builds up. As his palm bumps your puffy clit and triggers your release. "Fuck yes, cum on that cock bunny." Miguel groans the gushing feeling that comes with your orgasm. He gives you a few last lazy thrusts before he's spewing his hot, sticky seed inside you. "Mierda..." is all he's able to muster out as his cock begins to soften inside you.

He pulls out of you watching your pussy clench around nothing allowing his cum to drip out before grabbing you and yanking you down to lay on top of his chest. He kisses your temple before muttering. "What do you even see in that bastard?" he questions making you raise your head off his chest to look into his eyes. Before moving to rest your face against his shoulder. "Nothing anymore. I used to love him but these past few years he just doesn't bother anymore. I don't want to be with him anymore Miggy..." Tears begin to well in your eyes. "Wanna be with you. Want to wake up next to you every morning. not him." the tears begin to cascade down your face.

Miguel begins to gently draw shapes on your back while he takes his other hand and wipes at your tears. "No no. Don't cry cariño. I'm here its okay." you sniffle and let out a choked breath. "Just can't take it anymore Miggy. He doesn't respect me, I don't love him anymore." your words are muffled as you nuzzle further into his shoulder and neck. "Significas más que nada para mí, conejita. Dejaría que todo el multiverso colapsara solo por estar contigo." He sighs heavily as your tears begin to slow. "Don't want us to be a secret anymore. I want everyone to know how much I love you, Miguel."

"I know cariño. it's just-" he's cut off by the sound of his someone's throat being cleared. You both shoot up, eyes wide in shock at the sight of Gabriel in standing in the doorway with his arms crossed against his chest. "Gabe- I didn't know you were stopping by..." Miguel starts but is quickly cut off by Gabriel flinging his hand up to signal him to stop. "Save it, Miguel. I heard everything. Nunca pensé que caerías tan bajo. But I guess I was wrong." His gaze shifts over to you he has fire in his eyes. He is furious and you're terrified for what he's going to say to you. "And YOU. I brought you home to my family when you had no one and THIS is how you repay me? By fucking my brother for god knows how long. You guys are perfect for each other. The weddings off. I only want to have to see your face If it's when you come to collect all your things. I'm sure Miguel here would be happy to let you move in."

Your lip begins to quiver as it falls into a pout as Gabriel your fiance ex leaves the room and Miguel's penthouse. Your eyes are glossed over. You want to cry again. But not sad tears, no no its happy tears? You're overjoyed to finally be able to be with Miguel. You guess Brotherly Love is the way to go.

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Translation:

querida - darling/dear

estúpido - idiot

una chica tan buena para mí. Un coño tan bonito también - Such a pretty girl for me. Such a pretty pussy too.

conejita - bunny

mierda - shit

cariño - sweetheart

significas más que nada para mí, conejita. Dejaría que todo el multiverso colapsara solo por estar contigo - You mean more than anything to me, bunny. I would let the entire multiverse collapse just to be with you.

nunca pensé que caerías tan bajo. - I never thought you would sink so low.

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𝔸/ℕ: 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥! 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕪'𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕠. 𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠, 𝕀 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕞!

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[kairiscorner]

WE NEED MORE MIGUEL W FILIPINO READER HCS RAHHHHH🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

SIYEMPRE FOR YOU ANONNNNN

miggy x filipino reader headcanons (in your tito/tita era with tito migil)

ok, but imagine, tito migil. (ay miguel)

HE WOULDN'T BE LIKE TITO PETER AND SPOIL THE KIDS, instead he's the guy you half-trust, half-really don't trust with kids for two reasons: 1) he's scary, 2) he's strict.

i like to think that you and him, as magjowa or a married couple, you'd be more of the sweeter, more open and nice tito/tita, and he's the scary/intimidating one who you don't wanna approach at first 😭😭😭

tbh miguel isn't an irrationally angry tito, he's just... masunget most of the time :> HE'S PISSED OFF WHEN KIDS DON'T LISTEN AT FIRST KASI, ayaw niya ng paulit-ulit ok 😶‍🌫️

but...... you're the counter to his kasungitan with your patience and love, kahit masungit ka rin, YOU ARE LESS MASUNGIT THAN THIS MAN OK

if his pamangkin wanted to ask him to take them to jollibee or buy them ice cream or wtvr, at first, he'd be like, "who do you think i am? sino ako sa tingin mo !!!!!" HE MEANS IT IN A NICER WAY, I SWEAR, AYAW NIYANG UMIYAK YUNG BATA

pero if the kid cries, miguel would, reluctantly, do whatever the kid wanted without question, para lang wag nang umiyak AAAAA tas he'd get a little more fatherly and open around the kid when they say "salamat po tito !" for doing what they wanted and giving them what they wanted :DD

LIKE BRO,,, IF THE KID ACCIDENTALLY CALLED HIM "PA", HE'D DIE INSIDE AND NEVER WANNA LEAVE THE KID. he'd want to play with them, take them to the mall, go to the park with them, treat them to dinner, buy them toys and carry them when they fall asleep in the car and admire how cute his pamangkin looks 😭😭😭

he'd have mixed reactions at the kid calling him "pa" though, like if the kid's parents were around, he'd laugh awkwardly and correct them. kaso if they weren't... no harm in indulging diba? :>

HE'D READ THE KIDS FABLES TO GET THEM TO SLEEP, AND WHEN HE GETS SLEEPY HE STARTS MUTTERING IN SPANISH AND THE KID LAYS ON HIS CHEST WHILE HE SLEEPS AND YOU HAVE TO SCOOP THE KID OFF HIM WHILE HE DOZES OFF

OH AND the kids always turn to you for spoiling when you're around, and miguel is always the mediator 😭😭😭like if he knows the kids' demands are getting out of hand, he'll use his iron fist and say straight up "no, uuwi na tayo."

HE'S THE TYPE TO SAY, "AH, LALABAN KA HA?"

but if he makes the kid cry he folds and gives the kid what they want anyway (again)

MAGALING SIYA SA PAGLAMBING NG BABIES.

HE CAN MAKE BABIES SLEEP AS HE CRADLES THEM CLOSE, HE HUMS THEM LULLABIES, HE LETS THEM DROOL OVER HIS CHEST OR SHOULDER WHILE HE CARRIES THEM AND TELLS THEM TO HAVE SWEET DREAMS AS HE KISSES THE SIDE OF THEIR HEAD OR FOREHEAD AND SITS NEXT TO THE CRADLE AND WATCHES THEM UNTIL THEY FALL ASLEEP OR HE FALLS ASLEEP.

a/n: i want tito miggy, i am your tita kairi <33

tags !! @binibinileonara (time to worsen your brain rot.)

[richeeduvie]

It’s secret Santa time at the party on Lalo’s compound!! Princesa gets nacho and Lalo’s so pissed, and Ciro gets Princesa- his Christmas gift this year might be that Lalo lets him live

"Nacho?"

"Yeah?"

Lalo's forcing Ciro to wrap his own gift, cause he's the boy's secret Santa. Don't worry, it's still in the package it came in. But the excitement of opening a gift you wrapped can't be extreme, can it?

"Let's never do this secret Santa thing again, huh? Leave it up to the fat guy to give us presents next year."

"We're still doing regular Christmas-"

"Why are you interrupting me like that like you're getting more gifts, hm? You wanna save this gift for secret Santa time or for Jesus's birthday?"

"Sorry, boss."

The loud, screeching roll of the tape sounds out with Ciro. Lalo blows smoke before turning on the TV.

"She's up there wrapping your gift right now. What kind of thing is that? You should be home with your girls right now. Damn!" Lalo scratches his nose. "I should've made that your gift, one way back to New Mexico to see your duo and your papa."

They hear footsteps coming along the stairway. Lalo smiles, turns to Nacho next to him.

"You know, when you were talking about Joey and Ashley-"

"Jo. Amber. I bought them gifts I'm gonna send. Maybe I'll head that way-"

"Yeah. The other day, you were talking about the gifts you were gonna send to them, right? That night, I go to bed...I dreamt I had two of her." Lalo stretches out his arms, taps ash onto the ashtray. "Thank you for that, Ignacio."

"...Okay."

"Two of her. That was-" He coughs into his fist. "But one of the Princesas reminded me more of me than of her. You think I should go tell a doctor that or something? Eh, you're doing the job of a headshrinker right now."

"Ignacio, I think you'll like your present-oh, Ciro! I'm sorry - I didn't know you were wrapping mine-"

"It's not yours, Princesa. It's his. Don't worry. I didn't go and ruin the Christmas spirit. He didn't look in the box."

"Oh, okay."

Lalo waves Princesa over. "You gonna go work hard and make hot cocoa in this weather?"

He holds her by the waist, thumb rubbing up and down.

"No. I'm gonna take it easy and make hot cocoa in this weather."

Lalo smiles with almost all of his teeth. He kisses Princesa's stomach, she might already be blushing red - fitting for the season.

"Ciro, is she gonna like your present?"

"I promise."

"I know I will."

"Mm, for Nacho. What did you get for Nacho?"

Lalo taps Princesa's waist before turning his smile to his hard-eyed friend. "¿Un clon tuyo? Una Princesa para mí, una Princesa para la colección de Nachito."

Lalo's smile holds. Princesa brings one light in confusion. Nacho clears his throat.

A clone of you? A Princesa for me, a Princesa for Nachito's collection.

He turns to whatever they're not watching, because what do you even say to that?

[sombrashe]

Please

this is a repost because my original blog was deleted

relationship(s) alejandro x reader, gaz x reader x rodolfo, ghost x reader x soap

content afab gender neutral reader, humiliation, voyeurism, rough sex, no plot but with feelings, established relationship, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, crying during sex

notes I don't speak Spanish or Scottish Gaelic so I used google translate, sorry if it's not correct

You grunted, Alejandro pulling your right arm against your back while your left hand wrapped itself around his which now gripped your neck.

"Me tomas tan bien, mi pequeña zorra."

He groaned, his cock hitting places you swear had you seeing stars.

"Sí, gracias señor."

"Ah, look at you learning." He chuckled and your stomach did a backflip.

You don't remember how you got into this position, task force 141 and the leaders of Los Vaqueros lined up to take a turn in front of you. There were words of a train and compliments, but you were too blissed out to remember.

You gasped and fell forward when Alejandro suddenly released your neck. Your arm stayed pinned behind your back, but now his hand viciously rubbed harsh circles into your clit. You were so close.

"Necesito que te corras para mí ahora."

You did, a burst of white flashes behind your eyes as you squeezed them shut. Your teeth ground as you rode out your orgasm against his cock. Only when you were standing there on shaky legs panting did he finally pull away.

"You did so well."

He mumbled against the shell of your ear, placing the faintest kiss there. You smiled softly. You stood fully and stretched, your oversized shirt being the only thing keeping you warm in the middle of Alejandro's safe house. You looked around and started to feel a little sheepish, not exactly sure how to proceed you just state the obvious.

"Who's next?"

You were not expecting the argument that ensued.

"No, I should be next. I'm the one dating them."

"Fuck you are, we should be next. Were the youngest and can fuck them out better."

Your eyes widened and you cleared your throat gaining their attention.

"How 'bout I choose, yeah? Make it easier on you?"

Once you heard murmurs of agreement you felt hot as you pointed out Rodolfo and Gaz.

"I want you both."

They grinned and fist-bumped walking over. You barely even heard Soap grumble when Gaz leaned forward catching your lips. You gasped allowing his tongue to explore your mouth when Rudy pulled up your shirt. Your bra was immediately pulled down and your tits were on full display. His fingers pinched and pulled against them and you swear you could cum right now.

"They like it when you're rough with 'em." You heard Ghost say, his voice calm but strained.

You lurched forward when Rudy pulled hard on your right nipple making you moan loudly into Gaz's mouth. You wanted so badly to say names or give directions but that would go against the rules that were set. You were nothing more than a toy for them to use the blow by Graves giving everyone steam they needed to blow off. Gaz kept your lips on his, gripping you by the back of the neck while Rudy rutted against your back.

"It must be real chilly huh?"

You whimpered, the stimulation to your nipples getting to be too much but you were so close to a release. You gripped Gaz's shirt and tried to find release by rubbing your thighs together. Gaz finally pulled away noticing your actions. You were panting, so hot and bothered. Alejandro at least left you both complete, you felt like you were going to explode with all this foreplay.

"Please," you whispered, whimpering when Rudy grabbed you by the chin. The shock of the sudden grip went straight to your core and you came. Your eyes fluttered as a moan left your lips.

"They came!"

Gaz laughed, your shirt had caught on one of your breasts the other side sticking to your hip.

"Told you they liked it rough, nipple play and all."

You looked over at Ghost for a moment before settling your eyes on Rudy's. You opened your mouth slightly trying to give the illusion you wanted to help him out the way he helped you. He grinned and rubbed a finger against your bottom lip.

"Quieres la boca o el chocha?"

"You can have the mouth."

You bit your lip, their refusal to speak about you like you were a person soaking your thighs. Normally you would stop Soap and Ghost whenever they got too mean but at this moment it was sending shockwaves through your body.

Grabbing your hands the two men led you over to a pile of hay lofting a few feet from the table. Flipping you around to face the table Gaz got down bringing you with him. Unzipping his pants he pulled his cock out. You wanted so badly to see it but your brain short-circuited when he slipped into you with ease. You groaned and started moving. His hands rested on your hips as you bounced slowly and fully up and down. Rudy had stepped to the side, allowing the other three men access to the show. You turned to look up at him through your eyelashes, your fucked out eyes making him groan as he struggled to unzip his pants.

"Let me," you tried softly trying to keep your composure. Sitting up more and opting to grind instead of bounce for the moment you unzipped Rudy's pants, pulling his cock out for him.

You were drooling at the sight, looking up at him you tapped the tip of your tongue to his head. Gently placing small licks from the tip to the bottom. Getting into position, one hand on Gaz's knee while the other took hold of Rudy's balls. You started to get into a rhythm hollowing out your checks and bouncing on Gaz's hips.

It didn't take long for the two men to start moaning, their teasing having worked them up just as much as you. You tried to keep your compose but you started to twitch when Gaz reached around and started to press against your clit. Your hand moved from his knee over the top of his wrist keeping him in place while your other hand fished itself into Rudy's jeans.

They came first, both filling you up. You gasped and swallowed Rudy's while Gaz's joined Alejandro's inside your vagina. Rudy leaned downed and caught your lips in a kiss while Gaz pulled out pulling you to sit across his stomach. Squeezing your legs together as Gaz continued his assault on your throbbing clit. Rudy kept his lips on your body, opting to place them against your cheek and forehead as you finally came. You felt embarrassed as you felt a gush, fluid getting caught and mixed with your and Gaz's body hairs.

"I'm sorry," you panted "I'll clean it up." You leaned forwards to stand and grab a towel but Gaz just laughed, soft this time.

"It's fine. I'll clean it up. You have two more soldiers to get through."

Your cheeks burned as Rudy helped you up, you felt as though there were strings attached to your body with how hard your lovers were staring at you. You walked up to them feeling wildly underdressed suddenly, even fixing your top did nothing to loosen their gazes. You tried to act casual, saying goodnight to Gaz, Rudy, and Alejandro getting thanks from each of them.

You walked around searching for your discarded underwear. Your legs felt like jelly and you wanted nothing more than to go to the bathroom and take a shower. You were bent over picking through some hay when you felt two hands and someone's waist pressed against you.

"You did good back there."

You stood up and shifted to look Soap in the eyes.

"Thank you, Johnny, I hope y'all got off at least once?"

You frowned when you noticed both of them staring and shaking their heads.

"Not even once? Didn't even help each other?"

You were shocked, normally when they watch they always get off.

"It's a little different around your fellow soldiers than it is around a civilian."

You raised your eyebrow, "am I not a fellow soldier?"

"You're a combat medic sweetheart, checking a soldier's human anatomy is in the job description."

You scoffed at Ghost's reply.

"Yeah, right. I'll make sure to keep that in mind. Maybe I'll help out Gaz when you two aren't in the room. For his health and safety of course."

Soap breathes out through his nose, his teeth clenched. "Awa' an bile yer heid." Soap scoffed and you frowned.

"Oh fuck off MacTavish, you know I wouldn't fuck someone besides you and Simon without you being there. I don't cheat."

You went to push away from him but his grip on your arms is tight.

"Simon, tell John to fuck off me."

Ghost was silent as he walked towards you two. Waving at Soap who finally let you go. You grumbled profanities under your breath towards Soap who, right now, was the least favorite partner of the two. You turned only to ram yourself into Ghost's chest, holding your forehead where it smacked off him.

"You okay love?"

Soap asked worriedly, you just flipped him off and looked up at Ghost.

"Mmm, why'd you cut me off like that?"

"I'm not sure what you think your doing, we haven't even started."

You went to ask what he meant until it clicked. God you were so sore, you had never taken so many people before and you knew they'd both want a turn. Almost as if he read your mind Soap spoke up.

"Even though you're being a fuckin' brat, we won't both fuck you tonight. You'll get to choose how you want us."

You look over your shoulder, still holding a grudge that won't end until you're blissed out and half asleep.

"I want Ghost to fuck me... and Soap I still want you too... I want you both."

Despite the ache that sentence caused between your legs you knew it was the truth. You could never just take one of them, you'd feel uneven like a bicycle with a flat tire

"Where do you want me then?" Soap asked, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your forearm.

"Inside me, both of you. At the same time. I think I'm relaxed and wet enough for it this time."

You had all tried this once before but you had to tap out with them only halfway inside. Ghost made a sound of disapproval while Soap whooped behind you.

"Bloody hell Simon. Stad a bhith nad fucking chikd"

Soap was on you in an instant, your earlier anger towards him bleeding away as his hands roamed your figure. Squeezing and pulling at your skin before yanking your top up and tucking it back into the front. You shivered against the night chill that swept the barn. Your already tired nipples were hard against Soap's touch. Ghost waited a moment, gauging your reaction before making a move

You reached for him as he unzipped his skull mask, pulling his headgear off fully leaving him in nothing but his black face paint. You tried not to stare too long knowing he would start to feel uncomfortable and you needed this too badly to run that risk.

"Hold on, look at me, Angel."

You felt your knees quiver at the nickname. You did as you were told your eyes searching his face while Soap rubbed your nipples with feather-soft touches.

You bit your lip and tilt your head, "God you're gorgeous, both of you."

You had to take a deep breath to keep from falling, your legs exhausted.

"You feeling okay? We don't have to do anything if you need to rest."

Soap said his fingers stopping their movements. You shook your head, your hair brushing against Soap's chin and cheek

"No I need you, I really really need you."

You could sob at the ache in your core. Your nerves were frayed with all the different emotions running through your body; bliss, tiredness, desire.

You wrapped your arms around Ghost and pulled him in for a kiss, you felt wrists moving at your back and knew Ghost was signing to Soap. Feeling your legs being moved gently by Soaps hands you tried to figure out which direction they were going. You learned soon enough when you heard zippers from your front and back. You break the kiss and looked behind you to Soap

"Wait, I want a kiss when you go in Johnny."

He groaned and leaned in. Your lips were soft against his. You gripped at them both when you felt the tips of their cocks push against your entrance. Neither man was particularly big or had much girth, instead, they made up for it in stamina and how well they moved against you. Breaking the kiss you hugged Ghost's neck. Having to reach up high to get a good grip as they ever so slowly entered you

"Let us know if it's too much." Ghost said, his voice finally showing emotion as it cracked with a sign.

Soap on the other hand was a ball of emotion, praising you the entire time he pushed in.

"Rodger."

You stated softly as you took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Once they were as far as they could go they started moving. If your body was made for it you knew you'd see a bulge where they moved in you the thought caused you to clench around them.

You buried your head in Ghost's chest as your shoulder moved with your tears. You didn't mean to cry, you weren't in any pain or even upset but here you were sobbing as your two partners thrust inside of you.

"Angel.. hey, Johnny wait."

You raised your hand and waved it, giving them a thumbs up that you were okay.

"No, we need words on this."

Soap started rubbing your temples. You lifted your head and sobbed out a please, "please don't stop, I'm so close."

"But-"

"No, please, please, please. I wanna cum so badly, please don't stop. Simon... John, please."

You were still sobbing as you buried your head back into Ghost's chest. You reach out with both hands, placing them on each of their asses to try and force them to start moving again. It took a minute but they eventually did, thrusting into you faster as they tried to help you reach your high. The slapping of their hips against yours along with the muffled sounds of your sobs were the only sounds in the quiet of the night. Soon enough your sobs quieted as your third orgasm of the night took over, your arms wrapped around Ghost's torso squeezing him tightly.

A few more slaps against your skin and they were both filling you up as well, their cum mixed and slid down your thighs and the lengths of their cocks. After they pulled out you leaned into Ghost, your eyes fluttering as you fought sleep. Soap pulled away from your body and you could just barely make out the sounds of hay being shuffled around.

"Are you okay?"

You nod and yawn, looking up at Ghost with a blissed-out smile on your face.

"Yeah.. y'all were amazing. I love you, Simon, I love you too Johnny."

You sounded exhausted and the two men took notice.

"Let's get you into that bathroom so you can relieve yourself and then first thing in the morning you can take a shower, I'm sure no one will argue with you getting first dibs." Soap kissed your forehead softly

"I don't know if I'll be able to wake up for a first-thing shower."

"That's fine too," Ghost said softly, "No one will blame you for sleeping in, we did a real number in you tonight. And tomorrow we'll talk about the waterworks, but tonight you clean yourself up a bit and come to bed."

[blueysobssesions]

Ate bluey pwede po ba part 2 sa "She was better then me" but may revenge si reader para nag cheat din sha at si chris yung new lover nya............. 👉👈

"She was better than me" Pt2!

First Filipino/tagalog request >< Basically anon here said that the reader takes revenge by cheating on Leon, as he did to her, which Chris is her new lover. Maybe smut at pt3

Running down the corridors. Your eyes still leaking with tears. You were overcome with emotions that you failed to notice Chris reading a book as he walk down the hallway. When he lowered his book from his face, he noticed you running towards him. His reaction time is so quick that he caught you in his big strong arms. "Wha- Oh, I- s-sorry... Didn't see you there..." you sobbed. His hands were on either side of your shoulders. "There's no need to apologize... What happened? Why are you crying?" The more questions he poses, the more tears flow. You find it difficult to respond to the questions... He sighed and drew you onto his chest, where you let it all out. You tried your hardest to keep your wails down, but you couldn't because of how much it hurt you. "Want to talk about it?" he asked, but you only shook your head. Chris remains silent and begins to comfort you. "Let's go to my office...?" he asked again, and this time you nodded.

You sat on the couch near the office door, hugging your knees. The tears finally stopped flowing. You only looked down at the floor, unsure of what to do or say... Despite your initial belief that he loved you, it is now clear that he didn't love you at all. Chris sat next to you and then looked at you. You may not be aware of this, but... When Leon introduced you to him, he had feelings for you. He admired your concern for others, your dedication to the missions, and... You were stunning... But why did he come across you crying? "Are you all right?" he inquired. He rested one of his hands on your shoulder. "Yeah... I'm fine... I think so." You said sighing, "Do you want me to call Leon?" A tinge of jealousy ran through his veins. You shook your head, and Chris was confused when you denied... Weird, you always enjoy having Leon around.... Is there something going on between the two of you? Did... Did Leon did something to you!? Chris clenched his fists just thinking about Leon hurting you.

"I... Saw him... Kissing... Ada..." you finally said, burying your face in your knees. "He was avoiding our dates just to meet with Ada!" you yelled, making Chris flinch. He noticed your fist clenched. Leon Kennedy couldn't believe it... Cheating? Wow. "That bastard," he said, knowing something was up between Leon and Ada... Their flirtatious antics... He didn't tell you because he knows it would break your heart. He'll make him pay for it.

[joaofelixsgf]

Rough Gavi smut? 🤍

QUE TE PEDI//

18+ smut, rough, blowjob, angst.

3:00 am, crying. Pouring rain and my eyes had been burning from the amount of tears. I hesitate but I grab my phone and go to Pablo’s contact before pressing the call button. My heart stops but it’s soothed by the sound of the call not picked up, the thumping stops but starts up again when I press voice mail.

“Yo sé que, con mucho esfuerzo voy a poder conseguir todo eso que te conté que quería para mí,Esos sueños tan lindos que tenìamos Espero, pues, que si escuchas esto, tengas presente que desde lo más profundo de mi corazón siempre vas a estar en mis oraciones”(I know that, with a lot of effort, I will be able to achieve all that I told you that I wanted for myself, those beautiful dreams that we had. I hope, then, that if you listen to this, keep in mind that from the depths of my heart you will always be In my prayers)”

I press send and put my hands into a fist, the thumping end and the rain calms down.

2 years, 5 days, and 8 months.

Not together, without each others touch and each other’s presence. Pedri was hosting a party and I was hesitant to go, a fear that Pablo would be there, I had no idea why I had been avoiding him, but I think it’s because of that voice mail I had sent him, he had definitely heard it.

We never dated, and that day that he found out I liked him, he completely ghosted me, I didn’t want to see Pablo because I felt embarrassed.

Those two years I had found my way into many footballers DMs. I was a famous model of course, I could bag any man at this point, but I wanted Pablo, did he want me though?.

“Your gonna be fine” Angie adjusts my makeup a little bit “go find another man!” We both laugh and go our separate ways, i try to act tough around her but she knows I’m just lying she can see it, like how her eyes soften when I smile, she feels bad for me, but todays the day I’ll proof her wrong, I’ll show her I’m over Pablo.

Since me and Pablo stopped being friends, well since he dropped me. I hadn’t been wearing such short skimpy dresses, but that day I felt changed. I hear some flashing cameras but I immediately hide in the crowd of people making sure I don’t get squished. A few minutes in I began feeling two arms on my body, sort of a loose grab, it felt uncomfortable, I didn’t push him off thinking I’d show my dominance by doing so.

Sensual music begins playing and he slowly makes his way up to my neck to press a kiss but I’m stunned and immediately push him to see hector with his stupid smirk my ex he snickers and I can somehow hear, he had cheated on me twice and left my heart broken “what’s goin on ma? Not gonna continue grinding on your ex?” He says pulling me in whispering in my ear with his annoying hot breath.

I didn’t know what to do. I was frozen. “Don’t touch her??” Pablo smacks hector. I had became unfrozen due to the act but soon frozen again when I saw the familiar face, my heart dropped and I was back to not over Pablo, my world stops and I can only hear a faded argument in the background.

“Are you okay?” Pablo asks. My face begins to tear up and i push him out of the way running outside, “fuck this can’t be happening” I knew he would be at the same party but not right infront of me!!!. I kneel down to open my bag to try and find my phone but soon realize I had left it in inside Pedri’s room, I groan a small fuck and bite my lip out of the old self harm instincts.

“Que haces aquí?(what are you doing here”), I feel my heart beating and my face becoming red “gavi” I whisper and i hear a small confused yes “why’d you ghost me?” I say biting my lip once again holding back tears not like there already wasn’t any streaming down my eyes at the moment.

He dosent answer he only walks up behind me to pick me up “Estas bien?(are you okay?”) “answer my question gavi” I say pulling my hand away from his grip. His face softens just like how my friends face does, he won’t be honest. “I- just” he doesn’t finish his sentence he only mutters a small fuck and kisses my lips.

It was a stupid awkward kiss, eyes open. I gasp but I can’t anymore, I sense approval and push my lips back onto his, the kisses speed turning faster and his hands snaking around my waist. We pull away gasping for air, we don’t say anything to each other he pulls my hand and we make it upstairs, “Pedri doesn’t mind us using the guest room” he says out of breath.

The room is soon filled with loud moans, there’s party music booming making it practically soundproof, he’s hungry, he rips my short red dress off and begins to kiss my neck, in between kisses he lets out breathy sentences “you don’t know how much I fucking missed you baby” I let out a small moan signaling him to continue, “use me baby”, we continue “I’m sorry” he mutters against my neck.

I began to pull on his hair as he goes downer, “fuck!” I moan, his tongue swirling my clit, he speaks in between licks. “I never wanted to leave you, it was that bitch Katherine, I was blinded in to doing the right thing instead of doing what I actually wanted” my moaning is my forgiveness.

Finally. I cum all over his face, him licking my insides for extra credit, sweaty, I pull up to stare at him “i forgive you baby just please fuck me first” i mutter into his ear hungrily and he turns(tosses) me around, ass front, he smacks it and pulls his dick out “moan as loud as you can baby” he prepares his dick before shoving himself inside “fuck!!” I let out a loud moan, his hands snake around my waist as a strap.

His arms push in and out, it practically being a workout, his dick is shoving in and out of you, “I can’t believe you made me wait this long” you say in a weak voice “your so stupid you know Pablo” you speak once again knowing how it drove him crazy when you degraded him, despite him being the one pounding into you. He was completely pussy drunk.

Your about to speak when you accidentally spill cum everywhere earning a sound visible smirk come from Pablo’s mouth, “I need you to shut your mouth or else I’m gonna have to punish you”.

“I don’t think I’d mind it sir” you mutter when you had already turned around knowing what was going through Pablo’s mind, you could tell when he was going to cum his tip would become a unbelievable shade of red and his dick would be pulsating, his pants were already off and you were on your knees, bruised already.

“Fuck” he groans when you begin to lick his already fucked up dick, his dick was ready to cum the moment your lips were applied on there, he moans loud as your entire mouth wraps around his veins “puta mia” he says pushing your head down with his hands, finally, he cums inside of your mouth letting out breathy moans “fuck,fuck,fuck”.

“We really need to talk Pablo” you say covering your sweaty body.

[fckinwild-kiwi]

Dec. 14th: Let’s Play House

Day 14: Morning Routine/Handiwork Around the House

It’s time for day fourteen of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!

Warnings: Swearing, *Slight* Allusions to Smut (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)  Word Counts: 1.3k+ Words Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

You and Eddie had finally agreed, after the New Year you two would begin saving up money to move in to your own apartment with hopes that it would be by at least the middle of summer. With Eddie’s income working at the record shop and the money you’ve been saving from your job as a para in a school, you would finally save enough money to make a deposit on a studio or one bedroom apartment in Hawkins. 

“I think we should practice living together,” Eddie randomly blurted as he played on your bed. 

“You mean compared to what we have already been doing?” You said before laughing. “We already stay at each other’s places every night.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Eddie agreed, sitting up and putting his head on his hands. He stayed quiet. You could tell something was beginning to eat away at him, it wasn’t in his nature to have long bouts of silence.

“What are you thinking about,” You said, walking to the edge of the bed to sit down before nudging your shoulder against his.

“I really want to have a trial run of living together, like actually,” Eddie said, turning his body to face yours. “People fall out of love all the time and the find little things they hate about each other because of their living arrangements. I don’t want that with us.” 

“Baby,” You whispered, now turning your body to face Eddie’s as you looked into his eyes. “We have been living a trial run, but if you want to make it feel more official, I can see if my Mom and Macy would give us the weekend alone? They might be able to go visit my grandparents or something.”

“We could decorate the house together for Christmas,” Eddie said, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he thought about the possibilities. 

“I swear on my heart, I will not fall out of love with you based on your living habits. Shit, I already know how messy you are, Eddie Munson,” You mumbled, pulling his head towards you to press a kiss to his nose. “But if it will ease your mind, I’d love a little domestic moment between us.”

The next day you had asked your mom if she would be okay with giving you and Eddie the space for a “domesticated trial run,” as your mom was calling it. She eagerly agreed but Macy was extremely hurt.

“Why don’t you guys want me here with you?” Macy asked Eddie the night they were getting ready to leave. 

“Sweet girl,” Eddie sighed, his eyes widening as he tried to determine the best way to approach this conversation. “You know we both love you right?” 

When Macy acknowledged Eddie’s question, he continued, “We want to live together sometime soon in a place that is our own home that you can visit us in. We want to pretend that we are living together alone for a few days to make sure we’ll be okay. I need to know if you sister farts in her sleep or not.” 

Eddie winked at you and your mom as Macy giggled at the word fart. “She does,” Macy said as she looked over at you before laughing harder.

“You’re such little traitor,” You said, stalking towards your sister to wrap her in a hug. “Be good this weekend, we’ll see you soon!”

“Have a good weekend, my lovelies,” Your mom said before she wrangled Macy into the car and drove away. 

“Soooo,” You whispered, making sure the car was out of eyesight before turning to Eddie. “We’re all alone, in a big house, what ever should we do?”

“I want to fix the ceiling fan in Macy’s room,” Eddie said, before turning towards the house and beginning his walk back. 

“What!” You shouted. “We are home alone and that’s what you want to do?”

“You’re incredibly sexy, baby,” Eddie said, chuckling. “And we’ll have plenty of time for that later, let me be the man of the house for a few hours.”

“I can not believe you,” You gawked. “Okay, go be the man of the house.”

Fist pumping the air, Eddie ran into the house and up the stairs to Macy’s room. As you began to follow him up the stairs, you could hear him banging around. 

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?” You questioned as you walked into the room. Spread before you were tools that you had never seen before. Eddie had a pencil behind his ear and an empty tool belt on his waist. “You were left alone for less than two minutes!”

“Oh, I had all of this stuff ready when Macy and your mom left,” Eddie said, shrugging. “Can you go get me a ladder?”

“Jesus Christ,” You mumbled, walking out of the room to grab the ladder from the garage. After finding the ladder, you began carrying it up the stairs. As you approached the stairs, you could hear a faint singing sound coming from Macy’s room. 

“We’ll know for the first time, if we’re evil or divine,” Eddie sang as you walked in to the bedroom. Placing the ladder against the wall, you walked over to Eddie and gently grabbed his face to press a kiss against his lips. 

“Dio?”

“Dio,” He agreed, kissing you again. “Thank you for the ladder, I’m going to try and fix this fan now.”

“Mm,” You mumbled as you watched your boyfriend start climbing the ladder with a look of concentration. Quickly, the idea of Eddie being a little domestic handyman began to grow on you. There was the man of your dreams, putting in manual labor to fix your little sister’s ceiling fan. And, he was wearing grey sweatpants, your domestic dream. “You look incredibly sexy up there with your work face on,” You said, smirking up at the curly-headed boy. 

“You think I’m sexy up here?”

“It’s definitely working for me,” You answered, proceeding to wink. 

“What about when I do this,” Eddie said, flexing as he turned the wrench, tightening the fan to the ceiling. 

“Yeah, baby,” You said, giggling at his macho display. “My big strong handyman!”

He chuckled as he finished fixing the fan. Before long, Eddie climbed down the ladder and jumped off the last step before dusting off his hands and presenting you with jazz hands. “I did it!”

“Macy is going to be so excited when they get home on Sunday!”

“Now imagine, five years from now, we’re married and our first child’s little dangly thing from their crib is loose. I’ll be able to fix it because that’s way easier than a ceiling fan,” Eddie said, matter-of-factly. There was no way to argue with his logic, fixing a mobile. 

“We’re married in five years? With a baby?” You questioned, stuck on the fact that he was thinking so far ahead and he spoke so sure of your future. 

“Well I’d like to think so,” Eddie said, his neck and cheeks heating up with a soft pink blush. “I’m pretty confident in our love.”

“Oh, my handsome boy,” You gushed. “Me too. If you’re so confident, why were you so worried about our ability to live together successfully?”

“Oh, I wasn’t,” Eddie said, shrugging. “I just wanted an excuse to show you how great it’s going to be when we do live alone. There’s nothing you could do, even farting in your sleep which you definitely do, that would make me fall out of love with you. But I also had to prove that I am capable of fixing anything.”

“I hardly think tightening a ceiling fan equates to the ability to fix anything,” You scoffed, before smiling at Eddie. “You’re sneaky but I love you. I’m excited for this weekend alone too.”

“C’mon, let’s go practice playing house,” Eddie said, scooping you up in his arms as you squealed.

“When you say, play houses do you mean?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna rock your world, baby,” Eddie said, huskily before dropping you on your bed.

[huitzilinthebudgie3]

Para Ti Papa

Summary : Y/n Spector isn't your normal run of the mill Fist of Vengence. She isn't a very friendly Moonknight , not that she was given much reason to be one. Being transported into the past by centure

Hey Guys , sorry again for the hiatus. I'm planning on redoing a lot of my old Moonknight Fanfics. I plan on redoing Amor No Correspondido and doing 2 main story's based off of it. This story has been in the works for a while and will be released as normally as i can manage. I'll be letting this one out with a few possible Miguel O'hara stories ….again i'm not 100% sure , so let me know what you guys think and if you'd like more. My ao3 is linked , so just let me know what your interested in and not interested in. Like always my asks are open so feel free to message me or request a few things as i love doing one offs, incorrect quotes or drabbles.

Also if you'd like me to create C.ai bots as well , i currently have one Miguel O'hara bot that needs some redoing , but let me know and have a wonderful day :)

The Artifact was a simple instrument with a high risk , Khonshu had reassured her that she'd be back in time for her husband's event. Miguel was hesitant to let her go and threatened Khonshu before letting her go with a kiss and promise for an owed debt. Which made her smile and blush at the same time, she hadn’t expected for the mission to drag said husband into said mess. As they were on the steps of Nueva Yorks Museum’s steps when said doomsday device went off

……………………………………..

*A few hours later*

Y/n groaned in pain as she held her head cursing Khonshu and her father for ever associating with said deity as she sat up and observed her surroundings. 

She huffed calling out for her husbands as Khonshu appeared clearly upset that their mission had gone askew. “Dude i don’t shocking care ! Where’s Miguel!” she cursed as the skeletal bird growled at her . 

Y/n sighed dramatically as she stomped down the stairs , her dress clung loosely around her waist before she fingers toyed with the belt of her gater having been in a completely different setting seconds before as she practically ran down the stairs . She heard Khonshu grumble in irritation as she nearly tripped on the last rung before sprinting down the last length of the distance before , stopping abruptly this realms version of Moonknight pounced down from the building . She grumbled in irritation before vaulting herself from the path below to her target before the other version interfered once again . She hissed at the slash her way leaning back , her skirt twirling at the fast movement before using her weight to shove the other away and twisted away before she heard a familiar voice . She curled a brow before relenting silently and allowing  Khonshu’s suit to take over before stepping into the shadows . 

Later

Y/n stared curiously at Khonshu as he reminded her of the possibilities as she made her presence known to the realms Khonshu  and Moonknight . She blinked sheepishly  as Marc Spector argued with his other self and Layla - her father argued with his ex-wife Layla la Fouly as she merely crossed her arms in annoyance before Khonshu made himself known appearing rapidly and attempting to make her kneel with his abilities before she glared with a quirked brow as her Khonshu stepped in . In his original appearance , his nemes and mask in place as he slammed his staff down “Enough !!” his voice was much different than this one as he turned to her silently she sighed “What time period is it ?” she said, attempting to mask her voice “2025 ?” they botched answered in confusion as they kept their own stances.  She frowned before turning to Khonshu and then back , before Khonshu grumbled dramatically “You're 100 % sure ?” They appear concerned before Khonshu mentally projected and left in a poof . Taking his suit with it , she sighed in irritation  , before her clothing revealed her face and attire before staring away dismissively “There can’t be more than one pigeon right ? Physically impossible !!!” she smiled at Steven’s response before throwing a playful smile “In this reality right now ,yes. Normally no. but he’s not as bad as you think . '' she said before Layla rudely interrupted, souring her mood , before returning to her neutral face . Before Her Khonshu returned his cloak once again covering her nearly as the impossibly tall being whispered information already confirming what she knew , she frowned, holding his face in the palm of her hand before sighing “What do we do then ? We’ve no idea how we ended up here “ the god nodded in understanding “This affects nothing here as it is not similar to our era “ she nodded before burping .

Later

Y/n continued staring at the pair of avatars before her as they continued arguing in the flat , before she interrupted “I need to talk with Steven if it doesn’t bother the lot of you too much" before Marc turned to her in confusion and horror slightly “How the hell do -?” she gave him a very annoyed look “Steven is-” she smoothed her hair down in irritation before sighing “Listen , i just need to talk to Steven . I have a few questions “ Marc -her father straight out refused .

She grumbled “Listen you don’t want to do this , aba “ she tensed and her eyes widened at the slip up before clenching her jaw before switching promptly to Spanish and cursing out all her ancestors before Layla raised a brow at that “Your name ?” she bristled before turning back to Marc “I’ll tell you but I need to talk to Jake or Steven first “ Marc glared “Who the hell is Jake ?! “ Marc sighed .

Later

Y/n was reluctant to give more information than was given to her as she sat silently watching both Layla and Marc talk about the newest artifact.

Khonshu her khonshu was reminding her of their need of the artifact and how critical it was that they find it to return home. However Y/n reminded Khonshu of her own husband possibly lost in this time as she blinked, recalling that her husband probably wasn’t as lucky and freaking out in the past era. 

It was late and after a few venomous words were turned from her as Marc and Layla interrupted their conversation. Y/n was a stubborn woman , like her father and mother …she wasn’t bending to anyone's will. She was proud of her heritage and her mother’s own work as an avatar. 

Marc however was getting upset and she could tell the subtle spanish now mixing into his language as she didn’t want to meet this version of Jake like this as she sighed. 

“You said it was 2025?” she asked softly as Marc quirked a brow

“Yes , are you gonna talk now kid ?” Y/n sighed and reluctantly decided to spill the beans.

“I don’t know how accurate this will be “ she explained “I live in the time 2099-”

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TBC: 9/4/2023

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