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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 months

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Lovers Garden

PAIRING || Husband!Dad!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 3.9K

SUMMARY || After years of dreaming about starting your life in Italy, the day has finally arrived for your dream to come true. After the exhilarating process of renovating your dream house and turning it into your sanctuary and the anticipation of all your belongings being shipped to the other side of the world, it's time for you to leave New York behind and start your new life with your husband, two-year-old son and the little one on the way.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. Kid fic. Pregnancy fic. Tony retired from the aveng.

WARNINGS || Explicit sexual content. Breastfeeding.

SMUT || Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink. Language kink. Dirty talk. Praise. Teasing. Light fingering. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Implied somnophilia (consensual).

A/N || This story is my birthday present for the amazing @mostly-marvel-musings! I am honored to have created this beautiful story for you, and I hope it is everything you dreamt of and more. I wish you the happiest of birthdays today, and of course, I hope you have had an amazing day. This is proofread by the wonderful @ccbsrmsf1, for which I am eternally grateful 🤍

EVENTS @anyfandomkinkbingo || Gardening @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || Flower Crowns @kinky-things-happen || Pregnancy @multifandom-flash First Birthday Celebration || Happy Birthday to You! @seasonaldelightsbingo Language of Flowers || Geranium

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist

"I still can't believe we'll leave New York behind tomorrow," you tell your husband, Tony, as he's cuddled on the couch with your two-year-old son, Cedar. The three of you had dinner earlier, and now they're watching some cartoons while you were preparing a bottle of warm milk for him to drink before bed. Tomorrow, you will start your new life, officially moving to Italy, leaving your old life as Avengers behind.

Now that the move is this close, the once beautifully decorated penthouse in Avengers Tower is bare, and even though your son does know something's happening, he's not fully able to comprehend that you're moving to the other side of the world in less than 24 hours.

"I know, Tulip, but it'll be the start of something beautiful. Cedar will grow up there, and so will baby Willow once she's born," he says, his hand resting on your growing bump as you sit beside your son and husband. You're almost seven months pregnant, this time carrying a baby girl. It has been your dream to become a Mom and move to Italy one day, and now, both dreams are on the cusp of coming true.

"You're right," you say softly as you look at Tony's hand, and you rub your hand over your belly, too. There's a comfortable silence between the three of you, and it's only broken once Cedar is fully asleep in his dad's arms. His soft snores fill the empty living room, making you and Tony chuckle softly.

"I'm going to bring him to bed, and then we can have some cuddles, too. How does that sound?"

"It sounds perfect. Buonanotte, mio dolce Angelo," you whisper when you kiss Cedar goodnight while running a hand through his dark curls. He looks like he melted into Tony's arms as you wish him goodnight in Italian, and your heart also melts at the sight. You're very fortunate to have such a sweet, fantastic toddler like him, and to know there's a baby girl on the way makes your life perfect.

"Te amo," Tony whispers as he leans in to peck your lips before taking Cedar to his bedroom, ready to change into his pajamas and sleep. As your husband does that, you're getting comfortable on the couch with a book and a cup of tea, and your feet elevated to get some strain off your growing belly. There are many things about pregnancy you love, but the soreness that goes paired with it definitely isn't one of them, and you can't wait for Tony to come back so he can rub your feet.

"How's it going over here, Tulip? Are you having a good time with your book?" Tony asks as he enters the living room. You are on the couch with a book in one hand and your tea in the other. You look up at him with a soft smile and nod as you meet his gaze, the shimmer of excitement visible in his dark brown eyes.

"It's even better now that you're with me, though, because I could use a foot rub," you tell him after he sits in his usual spot on the couch - right next to you. After a hum of agreement, Tony pulls your feet into his lap, rubbing out every last bit of soreness as you moan softly at the feeling.

"How're you feeling about seeing the house?" Tony asks you, referencing the fact that you haven't seen it yet since the moment you bought it together. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, but looking back now, it's the best decision you have ever made. A little over a year ago, you, Tony, and Cedar were on vacation in Tuscany when you found your dream house on sale, but the only downside is that it needed a complete renovation.

While Tony has been flying back and forth occasionally to oversee it all, you stayed at the Avengers Tower with Cedar, as your job here still needed to be done. After a seemingly endless year, your dream house is finished, and tomorrow will be the first time you'll see all the hard work that everyone has put into it. What you don't know, however, is that Tony has also built you your dream garden, as it's been your dream to grow your flowers, fruits, and vegetables for as long as you can remember.

"Oh, I can't wait! I have missed Phoebe and Miku so badly, but I'm also happy they're already settled in by the time we get there," you tell your husband as you think about your two rescued cats. You love both of them so much, and to live without them for now is odd, but you also know it'll make the reunion with them a lot sweeter when you see them tomorrow.

"Me too, Tulip - it's not the same without them. However, nothing's the same anymore. Everywhere I go in this house, it feels like I'm walking through someone else's house as if I'm an intruder or something. But that'll all change tomorrow. We can immediately settle after getting off the plane and arriving at our forever home. It's only for one more night, and then it's all over," he tells you, and you feel tears prick in the corners of your eyes.

"Hey, it's okay. You can let your tears flow," he tells you as his eyes get watery. You never would have expected to be crying with your husband on your last evening in New York, but here you are, and it feels fantastic. All the pent-up stress from the previous year is coming out as you cuddle close into his side, both sniffling as tears stain your cheeks.

"I love you, Mi Amore," you say as you look at your husband with a small smile, and he captures your lips in a soft kiss, conveying every emotion that his words can't. His hand softly rubs your belly again, and when he pulls away, you keep your eyes closed while his forehead carefully presses against yours.

"Let's go to bed, Tulip. Let's make one more memory in this house as I make nothing but sweet, slow love to you until we're both sleepy, sweaty messes in each other's arms, and we can barely keep our eyes open as we kiss each other senseless," he whispers, and you smile as you nod.

"Let's do it," you say before pecking his lips and smiling into the kisses. You can't help but grin like an idiot as your husband helps you to stand up, catching your lips again once you're both upright and unable to stay away from each other. It's like a fire ignited in you both, and you barely make it to the bedroom without waking Cedar - your giggles and other sounds threatening to wake him up.

"We have to be careful, Tulip; we don't want our Angelo to wake up," Tony says with a broad smile as he ensures Cedar is indeed still sleeping, and you can't help but feel like a teenager again who's sneaking around in order not to wake up their parents - and Tony can't help but feel the same. Only when your bedroom door closes, and Tony carefully pushes you against it, you feel like you can breathe again.

"That was close, but he's a steady sleeper, so I doubt he'll wake up," he whispers, his warm breath ghosting over your lips as his gaze is locked on yours, and it makes you want to melt into a puddle at his feet as he looks at you with nothing but pure love and adoration. While he always looked at you like that, it intensified once you became pregnant with Cedar, and now that you're carrying baby Willow, that same gaze is back again.

"You're beautiful, mi fiore." With those words, he closes the gap between you two again, his hand resting on your belly while the other one cups your cheek, setting your entire body on fire at the touch. He can make you feel loved, sexy, and seen with a single touch, and he's proving it every day as he kisses you as if your lives depend on it.

"T-Tony," you whimper as his kisses trail down your neck, and you hiss as his lips suck a small bruise on your pulse point. Your fingers dig into his biceps as he takes his time licking, sucking, and nibbling on your neck, marking you all over as your arousal grows with the second, your panties now ruined. Eventually, Tony moves back to admire his work as you look at him through half-lidded eyes and a dopey smile, and he hums approvingly.

"Now you're even more beautiful, Tulip," Tony tells you as he guides you to the bed, but before he lays you down, he carefully takes off each layer of your clothes until you're entirely bare for him. He stands behind you as his hands rub over your arms and shoulders, relaxing you fully as your eyes slip shut and you lean back against his large body.

"Can you lift my belly for a moment?" you ask softly, and Tony agrees before grabbing the bottom of your belly and lifting it a few inches. The relief is instant as you sigh happily, and the strain is immediately lifted from your back. You two stay like this for an eternity, but once you give Tony the all-clear to lower your belly again, he gently does so, and while you immediately feel the straining feeling return, it's not as bad as before.

"Thank you, Mi Amore, I really needed that - but now I need you more," you tell him, and Tony groans softly at your words, quickly stripping his clothes off in anticipation of what's to come. Once you're comfortable on the bed, you admire your husband as your eyes glide over his body, but they get stuck as you see his cock standing at attention, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

"You like what you see, Tulip?" Tony asks with a raised brow, a smirk tugging on his lips as you nod slowly, your gaze never moving an inch from his cock. You hum appreciatively as he walks to the bed, his length now bobbing up and down with each step he takes, and your mind is already going into overdrive as you think about what it can do to you and how much pleasure it can bring you.

"Lie back for me, sweet girl; tonight is all about you," he whispers as he kisses your belly. A smile brightens his features when Willow suddenly kicks him where he just placed the kisses. Tony laughs as he crawls further over your body, his lips finding yours effortlessly as you let yourself get lost in the taste and feel of your husband.

Once he pulls away, he goes to sit back on his knees, your legs draped over his spread ones so he has perfect access to your dripping, clenching pussy. However, before he lines his cock with your entrance, he lets his thumb glide through your folds, pressing sightly when he finds your clit, which has your hips bucking up for more.

"Hmmm, I love it when you're so responsive for me, makes me so fucking hard. God, I can't wait to be buried inside your sweet, tight pussy again, Tulip," he groans before grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times, readying himself for what he's about to experience. As he slides in, he takes his time to feed inch after inch to your hungry pussy, both hands on your belly as he does, while yours are grabbing the sheets as pleasure is rapidly building inside you. Moans are spilling from your lips as he sets a slow, comfortable pace for you both, your orgasm building slowly.

"I still can't believe how fucking gorgeous you are when you're pregnant, Tulip. Growing my baby in this amazing body of yours makes you even more special and amazing. And these tits grow even bigger when they're full of milk, fuck! 'M gonna drink from them every fucking day," Tony groans, and you can't help but get even more aroused at the thought.

"You take me so well, Tulip. You're so fucking tight around my cock- never want to leave this sweet pussy," Tony groans, and your moans become uncontrollable. Once Tony's hand moves from your belly to your clit, you cum around his cock with a muffled moan as you push your head into the pillow. With that, it doesn't take long for Tony to meet his undoing, his cum releasing as he's nestled deep in your pussy.

"Good girl," he grunts as he rides out his high before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to you. There's a light layer of sweat adorning both your bodies, and you're both panting as you come down from your highs, but it is a night never to forget. It's the perfect ending to your time living here, and now you're ready to pick up your new life on the other side of the world.

It felt like coming home when you got off the plane in Italy - as if you've been there all your life. The weather is fantastic; the sun shines on all three of you, and your dress shows off your belly beautifully. As Tony looks over to you with Cedar on his hip, he can't help but want to remember this moment and immediately grabs his phone.

“Smile, Tulip! I want to remember this moment for the rest of our days," he says. You put your hands on your bump as you pose, a broad smile brightening your features under the sun's golden shine. Once it's done, you strap Cedar into his car seat - your car already at the airport as a good friend of Tony's has brought it there for you - and Tony's loading the trunk with the last bits of baggage you had to take in your suitcases.

“Pronto, mio bel fiore?” Tony asks, making you blush as he does. You've always had a thing for him speaking Italian, and he loves to feed your language kink with every chance he gets. Your thighs are rubbing together to search for a bit of friction, and your demeanor immediately changes, which doesn't go unnoticed.

"Let's go to our home, Tulip - there's a lot I have to show you," Tony says before kissing the tip of your nose, leaving you with flushed cheeks as he smiles at you. Once you are comfortable and seated in the car's passenger seat, Tony starts the car before taking off towards your new house and, most importantly, your cats, Phoebe and Miku. All three of you have always been close, but they have practically been inseparable from you throughout your pregnancies.

As Tony drives through Tuscany, you can't help but enjoy the view, knowing that this is now the place you're calling home. You pass artists on the street as they paint, and you can't wait to be one of those people. The entire time, your husband has one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on your belly, his thumb softly rubbing to soothe you.

"Can you close your eyes for me, Tulip? We're almost there, and I want it to be a surprise for as long as possible," he says sweetly, and you do as he asks with a soft chuckle. Not even a few minutes later, you're pulling into the driveway, the distinct sound of gravel under the wheels letting you know you have arrived at your destination.

Once you're at a complete standstill, Tony lets you go before getting out of the car and waving to your friend, who's been catsitting the past few days. When you hear the door on your side open, you know it's time to get out, and Tony carefully grabs your hand before helping you out - your eyes are still closed the entire time.

"If you wait here for a moment, I will get Cedar out of his seat, and then it's time for the grand reveal," Tony says enthusiastically, and you're getting a little impatient, though you don't let it show. Once you hear the gravel underneath Tony's feet again, you know it's time for the reveal, and the nerves are starting to build, though you're also enthusiastic at the same time.

"Ready? 3… 2… 1!” Tony says, and the moment you open your eyes, it's like you have been transported into another dimension. The house you bought a little over a year ago is completely transformed; where it was practically falling apart, it now looks brand new, but that's not what catches your eye most.

"Is that my garden?!" you ask Tony as you pull him towards your vegetable and flower garden, not knowing where to look. There are already a few vegetables planted, as well as herbs, and in another part, there are geraniums in bloom, together with more growing flowers.

While Tony was working on building your garden, he more than once had the thought of you gardening in nothing more than a short, flimsy dress that would rise and show off your sweet pussy to him, ready for him to dive into just the way he wants - now that you know about the garden, he can't wait to tell you about that fantasy. He's very much hoping it'll come true one day.

"It's all yours, Tulip. I have dubbed it 'Lovers Garden'!" he says as he points to a sign at the entrance of your garden, which makes you laugh heartily. Naming your garden is definitely something only he would do, and you can't wait to spend your days together with Cedar and Willow, teaching them everything you know about gardening and the various fruits, vegetables, and flowers you're growing.

"It's perfect, Tony. I cannot thank you enough for making my dream of having a garden come true," you say as you cup his cheeks, pulling him in for a soft kiss to let him know how grateful you are.

"Now, where are my two fur babies?!" you ask as you walk towards the house, where Phoebe and Miku are sunbathing together, completely unbothered by the fact that you, Tony, and Cedar now have arrived, too. That first day, you keep exploring more of your house and property, constantly finding more amazing things and small details that make you feel like you've come home.

About two months after moving to Italy, you gave birth to your daughter - Willow Rose Stark. She has been a beautiful addition to your family; no one can get enough of her little sounds and movements. Cedar is a proud big brother; every time you walk with them, you and Tony melt as you see how sweet he is to his baby sister.

Today, it's time to celebrate your first birthday when it's the four of you, but Tony started your day off in the best way possible, as he had given you the gift of a few orgasms before it was time to get up and get your day started.

"Buongiorno mia principessa perfetta," you say as you walk into Willow's room, ready to wake her up for the day. It's a bit past 7 AM, and Tony is preparing Cedar for breakfast while you get comfortable in the rocking chair in the corner of Willow's nursery. Since you're almost exclusively breastfeeding her, you like to take moments like this to bond with her, and Tony's more than happy to take care of Cedar when you do.

"Did you sleep well, Princess? I bet you're hungry after sleeping for a few hours," you say, and she latches on without a problem. There's soft music playing in the background, and you can hear Tony talking to Cedar as they're preparing breakfast for you - which has become a tradition in your little family. Every time there's a birthday to celebrate, one of you will prepare a special breakfast of pancakes and waffles combined with all the toppings your heart can desire.

"What do you think, Cedar? Will Mommy enjoy her breakfast today?" Tony asks, and Cedar shouts an enthusiastic yes that has you smiling from ear to ear.

"Your brother can be so silly sometimes, but he has a heart of gold, just like your Daddy," you whisper as you look at Willow, who's utterly unbothered by it all. Taking these moments with your daughter has strengthened the bond between you two immensely, and you're happy you get to do this all over again, as you have done the same when taking care of Cedar.

While feeding your daughter, you suddenly hear tiny footsteps in the hallway. Phoebe peeks around the door before walking into the nursery and curling up in one of the sunspots on the floor. You can't help but smile as you see it, your soft rocking motions never stopping as you look at her.

When you're done feeding, you get yourself and Willow dressed in matching white dresses and flower crowns because you'll all have breakfast in your garden today.

"Buon compleanno, mamma," you hear Tony say as you walk into the kitchen, a large smile brightening your face as you do. Tony immediately walks over to give you even more kisses, and he also takes Willow from you so you can provide special attention to your toddler, too.

"Happy bird day, Mommy!" he says enthusiastically, and you cuddle and kiss him for a good few minutes as a thank you. Just as you're about to help out Tony, you're greeted by both Phoebe and Miku as they glide their soft, furry bodies past your bare legs.

"Good morning to you two as well!" you say as you bend down to greet them, and they purr as they crawl all over you and each other to get all the attention you're possibly able to give them right now. Cedar is happily babbling away in his high chair as he's looking at Tony and Willow, and they, in turn, are looking at you.

Once they have had enough, they quickly sprint away and into your garden to enjoy some more sunbathing. Their meows fill the room as they do, making you laugh heartily. You grab Cedar while Tony holds your daughter, and your belly starts to rumble as you smell Tony's prepared food.

"Who's ready for breakfast?" Tony asks, and Cedar hops up and down in your arms as you walk outside. Tony and Willow follow you as your husband balances a plate of pancakes for the picnic he prepared while you were breastfeeding your daughter earlier. Cedar gives you a card that says "Happy birthday to you!" once you're comfortably seated, and inside is the sweetest note from your husband.

Buon compleanno, mamma! ❤️

Thank you for being by my side through the years and not giving up on me when I was ready to do that. Thank you for making me feel loved and giving me the gift of our beautiful children. I'm grateful for you daily, and I cannot imagine my life without you, Cedar, or Willow. I love you, Tulip, and wish you the happiest birthday today.

Con tanto amore, tuo marito.

As you read the card, you feel the tears pricking in your eyes again, and you realize that you have officially reached the point you have always dreamt of. You're seated in the morning sun, eating your favorite breakfast while surrounded by the people you love most, and your two cats are running throughout your garden.

Life is perfect, and you're officially living your dream. With Tony, Cedar, and Willow, you can do anything you put your mind to; your fantastic life is proof of it.

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pablitogavii · 11 months

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heyyy maybe you could do a fic where the reader and gavi met and fell in love while she was on her foreign exchange year and when she has to leave, she tells pablo that she’s staying for one more year <3333 tyyyyy💕💕

Destiny

People say things happen for a reason, and you couldn’t agree more. It took you months to convince yourself to take a gap year and do an exchange program in Spain. Right now, you couldn’t imagine your life if you haven’t came to Barcelona and met your man, the infamous footballer Pablo Gavi.

Pablo met you accidentally while ordering himself some breakfast on his way to training seeing you work at the small bakery in town.

It was your way of having money to spend without having your parents send to much but also practicing Spanish.

“Um..para tu café.. quieres um..how to say sugar???” You were struggling badly hoping your boss doesn’t hear since you claimed to be fluent.

“I’d like some sugar, please guapa” Pablo smirked in amusement when he saw your shocked expression that he understood English.

“Umm..o..okay.” You mumbled hearing him call you “guapa” over and over again while avoiding to look into his eyes not wanting to blush like a tomato.

“Do you watch fútbol?” He asked when you brought his coffee and the rest is history…he invited you to once of his games and your story started from there.

From time to time, Pablo still teases you about that day since now you’re fully fluent after speaking to him, friends and his family.

“Cállate cabrón!” You acted annoyed and be would hug you giggling into your neck while leaving open mouth kisses.

“Your cabrón amorcitoo!!!” He said as you cuddled up on the couch giggling to his comment together.

This time with you passed so quickly for Pablo. He would make sure to see your face every single day even if sometimes it had to be just for few minutes before bed. He just wanted to savor that you were close to him not knowing how long that will last. He was scared of asking you to stay..to be with him..to move in finally.

“When is she moving back?” Pedri brought up the question in training and since then Pablo was annoyed whenever he would think about you leaving him so soon.

"What did I say???" Pedri asked Ansu who told him to shut up about that topic around Pablo knowing how secretly sensitive his best friend is.

"He needs to get used to it cause she's leaving soon" Ferran added and when Pablo heard that he felt nauseous rushing back into the dressing room where he sat down crying into his hands.

A few days later, you noticed Pablo feeling unusually sad all the times wondering what's gotten into him so suddenly.

“Hopefully you didn’t forget English, you will need to use it soon” Javi said without thinking during one of the dinners you had with him and Aurora.

Pablo got up walking to the balcony and you looked after him sadly while his sister hit her boyfriends shoulder.

“You had to bring it up huh!??” She said snd Javj apologized but I told him it was all right and that you will bring Pablo back.

“Amor? Que pasa contigo??” You walk up hugging him from behind and resting your chin on his shoulder as he sighed heavily.

“Maybe we should speak English, so you practice for when you leave me…” he said annoyingly and you knew this was his defense mechanism. You walk around snaking your arms around his neck and going on your top toes to kiss his lips.

“Is that what makes you my angry bird, cariño..huh?” You smile excited to tell him the news but decided to do so when you are alone tonight.

“I don’t want you to leave…I’m so used to you now and I just…” he looked so sad and you couldn’t help kissing to shut him up.

“Te amo!!!” You smile and he does as well although weakly since he was still thinking about you being so far away so soon.

“Yo te amo muchisimo princesa” you he said kissing your forehead as you took his hand and walked back inside.

“I’m sorry hermano, didn’t mean to make you sad” Javj said and Pablo nodded saying that it’s not his fault.

“My girl is leaving so soon…” he says and you couldn’t wait anymore hating to see him so sad.

“I’m not leaving cariño…” you say taking a bite and he froze starting at you in disbelief while you chuckled looking at Aurora who was getting excited now.

"W..what???" he said and you giggled asking him to take a sip of water first since he was indeed getting pale and anxious.

"Are you staying!? Tell us hermana!" Aurora was just as impatient and you giggled nodding your head while Pablo was still silent just staring at you in disbelief.

"You can kiss me now cariño..." you said but Pablo was still frozen which was so adorable especially when his gorgeous eyes filled with happy tears. That's all he wanted to hear for so long..that you'll stay..that you won't leave him..that he was your home.

"Unless you don't want me to stay?" you ask and he immediately snaps out of it rushing to your side and grabbing your face before crashing his lips onto yours passionately making everyone giggle.

"Um..um..h..how long?" he was crying now and you were drying his tears kissing his cheeks, nose and finally lips.

"Forever..I got into one of the universities here and I accepted their offer. I want to be here with you Pablito..." you said and couldn't add anything else since he was kissing your again happily.

"Will you stop eating her face so I can hug her too!?" Aurora hit her little brother's head and he got up rolling his eyes at her smiling tho when she hugged you too kissing your cheek happily.

"Thank you for not leaving me with the angry bird Gavira!!! I love you hermana." Aurora said and you both laughed while Pablo groaned rolling his eyes at the little remark. You would always call him 'an angry bird' when he would throw his tantrums but he loved to hear it when it came from you...because you were the only one who could deal with his angry bird.

"My handsome angry bird..." you walked up to Gavi who snaked his arms around your waist while you held his face smiling at his bluhsing cheeks before going on your tip toes and capturing his lips into a sweet kiss.

"Um..I know it might be sudden..and it's totally fine if you eanna keep living alone..but..but..um..would you..maybe wanna live with me instead?" Pablo asked and Aurora smiled wide cheering with Javi while everyone looked at you now waiting for a response.

You just smiled nodding your head and jumping into his arms with your hands snaked around his neck and he spun you around happily thanking god you said 'yes' or he might have made fool of himself.

"Te amo muchisimo!!!" Pablo kept saying in between kisses and you giggled nodding your head trying to say it back but his kisses wouldn't let you talk.

"Congrats hermano!" both Javi and Aurora congratulated you before deciding to leave early and let you enjoy some alone time you both obviously desperately wanted right now.

You were cleaning up the dishes while he took out the trash coming back and snaking his arms around your waist resting his head on your shoulder leaving little kisses on your neck.

"Now that this is our home...I can do this much more often" he said and you blushed nodding you head happy for the future you will share together.

"Stop distracting me Pablito!!!" you said and he giggled promising to behave while you get your work done although you both knew that was not going to last long.

"Thank you for not leaving amor...te amo" he said and you smiled finishing the last plate before turning around and hugging him back before you both started kissing and moving towards your shared bedroom.

You were currently laying with your naked chest glued to Pablo's while he played with your hair and you nuzzled your face into his neck taking in his strong familiar scent. This felt like home...

"It's destiny..." he said and you looked up

"What is amor?" you ask and he leaned down to kiss you sweetly.

"You not knowing how to say sugar in Español..." he teased you per usual and you hit his chest before he laughed getting on top of you and kissing you deeply.

"I hate you!!" you say and he tickled you until you gave up and said "te amo Pablito!!!" which made him let you breathe and pull you close for more cuddles before sleep. ❤️❤️❤️

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yanaleese · 8 months

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if ur fine with nsfw asks, could you maybe do some nsfw headcannons for karma? <3

maybe just the basics like dom/sub, how he acts in the bedroom ect ect (can u tell i never send asks HELP 😭)

if not that's perfectly okay! some sfw ones could be cute too, like his favorite way to cuddle or his love language??

anyways im obsessed with him and had to send in an ask 😪 thank u for blessing me with this wonderful man

LMAO no problem! Also Anon I feel you with the obsession...my friend and I were both simping harder than our willpower to do our exams 😭😭😭😭

Also since this is the first NSFW ask I've decided to split this up into separate posts later on+ a little art to tease your weak heart ❤️. Please enjoy reading what's under the cut.

Content warning: FEMALE reader, HARD explicit smut, detailed kinks such as impregnation, overstimulation, all that good stuff. Please note that this is for 17+ audiences only.

"WAIT! KARMA! THE CAMERA-"

CRASH!!!

Karma Sangre - Normal NSFW:

When Karma is calm and collected, he's the one usually in control. But if you want to play the dom in the relationship, he's happy to step down! Just make sure you let him know, otherwise he'll take that as a challenge and his excuse to fuck the living shit out of you.

Usually before things get steamy, he'll be worshipping your body with kisses and teasing you with all kinds of lewd words from A to Z. When he's horny, he's a lot more talkative, which makes both his raspy voice and soft lips a dangerously sexy combination. It gets even worse when his steamy voice presses against your ears, tempting you into giving in to his lustful wishes.

Once he hears you plead in sexual frustration, he'll begin licking and biting his favorite spots - your earlobe, your tits, your neck. He especially goes after the neck, making sure that your collarbone is left with some bloody bites.

After littering your body in saliva and bites, Karma will book a one-way ticket to Pussyland. To him, missing out on stimulating your clit is missing a chance at seeing you squirm, moan and whimper just by his tongue alone. The piercing on his tongue doesn't help either, as it quickens your climax even further.

Satisfied seeing your pussy drenched in his saliva and your cum, he'll kindly rub your entrance slowly, starting with one digit, and eventually his entire hand. Well, that depends on how long you want to play the 'tough girl' act.

If you decide to go down that route, say your prayers, because your pussy is going to be obliterated...with toys. What, did you think disobedient girls like you get cock? Please. If there's one thing Karma can't turn down is a challenge. By turning down Karma, you lose your privileges of being his personal fleshlight. But hey, at least you can be his personal toyfucker instead!

Now if you decide to be docile, and play the "good girl" act, you can kiss your legs, your pussy and your pride goodbye. With that 7-inch erect cock, your folds will be spasming and tightening so much that it'll drive both you and Karma mad. The poor mattress will be creaking constantly as that veiny cock of his pounds fucking deep into pussy, begging to cum straight into your fertile womb.

Whilst you're struggling to take the pleasure, Karma will be busy murmuring in Spanish about how good you feel as he holds your legs over his shoulder, his huge hands rubbing and licking your aroused nipples before burying his moans in it with words like "Te amo" + "Ven conmigo" and so much more; Duolingo would be so proud of you!

When you're both about to climax, he roughly grabs your chin, pulling you in a tongue-twisting kiss. From the kiss alone, you can already feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, barely registering the warm, gooey liquid dripping from your pussy to your twitching legs.

As you try to recover by taking deep breaths, you're hit with the reality that your amazing, horny boyfriend is (un)fortunately an amazing bodybuilder with more strength and stamina than your body can take.

Staring at him with a mix of lust and horror, you whine and mewl, sounding like a dying cat. Yes, you loved this sneaky bastard - but dear Lord you needed a break.

"Sleep, Mami. You'll need it." He slurs while caressing the top of your head, playing with a strand of hair. You felt your eyes beginning to close, blotches of darkness dotting your vision instantaneously, as if on command. Narrowing your eyes, you swore you could see his eyes peeking out of his bangs, revealing his dazed yet sinister gaze.

"Because it's a going to be a long night for you and me."

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✯ MADE YOUR MARK ON ME ✯ FERNANDO ALONSO X Y/N STROLL

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*what if younger sister of the famous formula 1 driver lance stroll gets into a relationship with his teammate and two times wdc fernando alonso!

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Lance Stroll and sister Y/N Stroll have arrived in the paddock after the news that shaked the internet last week. Wondering if Alonso and Lance are in good terms?

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⤥ user32 : She is beautiful 🤩

⤥ user11 : It doesn’t have anything to do with Lance, it’s their decision.

⤥ user38: LOL why do you think they’d be in “bad terms” because of such thing. They are grown ups c’mon…

⤥ user66 : Poor girl, another toy for Nando..

⤥ user23 : And why do you say something like that

⤥ user55: Like we don’t know him 😏

⤥ user90 : I don’t understand why people don’t mind their own businesses? Let them live their life omg

⤥ user00 : I hope they are okay :)

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Alonso has arrived in the paddock after Stroll. He seemed quite happy after a good qualifying. Or maybe because his lover is there to watch him race 👀 Do you think we’ll get a photo today?

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⤥ user67: He is hot, but like literally 😓

⤥ user12 : That smile is “ I am definetly getting a podium” smile 🫠

⤥ user39: Can’t wait for THE INTERVIEWS OMF AND ALSO TO SEE Y/N IN THE ASTON MARTIN GARAGE

⤥user65: They almost got 20 years between them, I am not sure about it 😶

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THEY ARE OFFICIAL!! Y/N STROLL HUGGED HIS BOYFRIEND TO CELEBRATE HIS PODIUM AFTER THE RACE ! WHATEVER PEOPLE SAY, THEY LOOK GOOD 🥹

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⤥user89 : The way she ran excitedly to hug him OMG I AM DEAD

⤥user57: Pretty sure Nando pushed the limits just to experience this moment…

⤥user90: I don’t know but Fernando seems to take good care of her. The way he hugged and kissed her in front of the cameras WAS SO MAGICAL AND EVERYTHING I THAT I CAN’T PUT UP WITH WORDS

⤥ user73: Lance IS probably ugly crying lmao HDJAJAKNDAJJA

⤥user21: OUR SECRET MOMENTS, IN A CROWDED ROOOMM THEY’VE GOT NO IDEA ABOUT ME AND YOUUUUUU

⤥user78 : I can’t tell you how many hours I can cry only by looking at this photo…

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I can’t tell you how much you mean to me mi corazón… In a little amount of time, you taught me lots of things. First to be loved unconditionally. Te amo, feliz cumpleaños mi amor

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spanishskulduggery · 5 months

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May I ask on the usage of the terms te and me?

I'd like to know the rules so I know when to use them. I think they're used to indicate who owns the action, like "me gusta" or "te encanto". But then I see them used for other situations, like "me llamo" or "te amo".

It also makes me wonder why "tú" and "yo" can't be used in the same context, such as "tu amo mi". Too literal maybe?

I'm not sure how far you are in Spanish so I'm going to quickly go over some things and I'm sorry if it's too much info all at once or if it sounds like I'm talking down to you, I just want to be very clear on things and grammatical terms so you can look things up if you need to

First, your question is really about "pronouns" vs. "objects" vs. "prepositional objects"

In other words if you were asking about English you would be asking what the difference between "I" and "me", or "he" and "him", or "we" and "us" is

I think the easiest way to explain it is that when you mix them up it sounds like caveman speech kind of? This might be long - let me know if there's anything you need more info on

Pronouns:

yo -> I tú -> you (informal) él -> he ella -> she ellos / ellas -> they ustedes -> you all vosotros/vosotras -> you all [informal; Spain] nosotros/nosotras -> we

Pronouns act as subjects, taking the place of people (or things). Because they're subjects they're the things that do the things.

Objects are a bit different - they mark who/what is receiving the action. In Spanish's case there are direct objects [things acted upon] and indirect objects [to whom or for whom something is done]

The objects are technically different, but aside from 3rd person they look exactly the same. There is a difference in what verbs take direct objects or indirect objects though; as an example, the verbs like gustar use indirect objects

Direct objects:

yo -> me tú -> te él -> lo ella -> la ellos -> los ellas -> las vosotros/vosotras -> os nosotros/nosotras -> nos

*Note: ustedes could be los or las depending on the gender of the "you all"

Indirect objects:

yo -> me tú -> te él / ella / usted -> le ellos / ellas / ustedes -> les vosotros/vosotras -> os nosotros/nosotras -> nos

As an example between the differences, decir la verdad "to tell the truth" could go to la digo "I say it" where the la takes the place of the noun

Then if you're "telling someone (something)" it's le digo "I tell them"

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In other words, saying using the objects instead of the subjects is like "you love I" or "us love she", it comes out wrong. It's not so off that someone wouldn't be able to piece together what you mean but it comes out a bit... "caveman-y" if you know what I mean

Note: This is also ignoring reflexives which aren't necessarily "objects" in the traditional sense; they mark when the subject and object are the same - so me llamo is literally "I call myself", and te llamas "you call yourself" though it comes out as "my name is" and "your name is"

Put simply, the reflexive marker will match the conjugation if it's reflexive - a yo is conjugated like yo but then you have the reflexive pronoun... so it's me llamo

Those other objects are me, te, se [all of 3rd person], nos, and os. Again, it's only 3rd person you need to worry about

But with reflexives something like se baña "he/she bathes" vs. se bañan "they bathe" is distinguished by the verb conjugation matching

Prepositional objects are a little bit different; they're specific objects that come up when you use a preposition - primarily, a, de, en, entre, hacia, para, por and a few others*

And for the most part there's only two to know

yo -> mí tú -> ti

There is also sí which is supposed to take the place of "it", like en sí is often "in and of itself"... it takes the place of se which is primarily a 3rd person thing

You will see something like a/con sí mismo/a "to/with oneself" here and there

But in general it's something like por mí "for me / on my behalf", por ti "for you / on your behalf", then it goes to like por él/ella/nosotros/vosotros so it's not really another set of words, just two

The one preposition to watch is con because that is a bit irregular:

conmigo is "with me"

contigo is "with you"

[they come from Latin cum mecum and cum tecum so it's an irregularity that passed over to Spanish]

You also occasionally see consigo "with itself" but not as commonly

These in general are easy enough to spot. Really what might trip you up is when a verb uses a special preposition which do happen but they're the minority of verbs:

Pienso en ti. = I think of you. Me acuerdo de ti. = I remember you. Puedes contar conmigo. = You can count on me. / You can trust me. Votas por mí. = You're voting for me.

Those prepositional verbs you learn as you go for the most part.

Your first exposure to these is primarily with gustar where it's more emphatic, as the a

Me gusta = I like it. A mí me gusta. = I like it. [more like "I do indeed like it" or "I am the one who likes it" or possibly "well I like it"] Te gusta = You like it A ti te gusta = You are the one who likes it

And again past that you're using regular pronouns. Only thing to keep in mind there is when you have a + masculine nouns

Like al señor le gusta "the man likes it" vs. a la señora le gusta "the woman likes it"

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changingplumbob · 5 months

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Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 7

Time for photos followed by the reception! I love love ❤️

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish words/phrases Carino: Term of endearment for a loved one Gracias: Thank you Te amo: I love you

The new Mrs and Mrs Romero took time in the garden following the service to take their official wedding photos.

For their photo in front of the church Keira lifted Marta up on her back causing the shorter woman to develop a case of the giggles. While Marta takes a moment to catch her breath Keira gets a photo with her two best men, Alexander and Joey.

Despite protests from her brothers Keira managed to get a photo with her siblings, and the boys weren’t picking on each other in it for once. Then away with the men! Kayleigh gets a photo of all of her daughters and daughters in law. Then Keira and Marta hold each other close for a photo with Keira’s parents. The lighting has been so good to us! I was so worried it would be raining hard here.

The party head to the back of the church where the reception has been set up. There the wonderful cake Stefan made is on display.

Marta: Carino, you remembered I wanted a pink one!

Keira: I did *starts speaking to the crowd* Alright everyone, thank you for joining me and my wife-

Everyone: *cheers*

Marta: *giggles* Gracias for joining us on this special day, and being part of a ceremony we will never forget

Keira: It’s time to do battle against this cake. Do you think me and my wife can win?

The audience laughs while Keira grabs the appropriate knife and waits for Marta’s hand to lay on top of hers.

Marta: *whispers* You ready

Keira: I’m ready. Here’s to our forever sweetheart

Together the pair guide the knife down the cake through the layers, working together to keep the cut on track. They finish to a round of applause which causes Marta to tear up again.

Keira: Are you alright? I’m worried you’ve cried out a lake since this morning

Marta: *sniffles* I’m just so happy

Keira: Make sure you have some water soon

Marta: *smiles* Is that your first wifely request?

Keira: Almost first. I would like to do the traditional feeding each other cake

The pair feed each other, taking care not to smudge their lipstick. They call guests for cake but many haven’t visited the church before and would rather head inside to get some photos with the decorations.

Keira: Thanks for coming Samir, I know crowds are not our thing

Samir: *chuckles* Not even a little

The pair walk over to where Marta is already chattering to Reece, the two of them sometimes speak so fast it’s hard for anyone else to keep up.

Reece: Hey Keira. Your vows were great by the way

Keira: Gracias. I was so worried I’d forget what I’d written, especially when I saw how beautiful my wife looks

Marta: *blushes* One day we’ll get tired of saying wife in every second sentence

Reece: I doubt it. I never get tired of saying Samir is my boyfriend

Samir smiles proudly while the women tuck into their wedding cake.

Then it’s time for the first dance to begin. Marta begins to sway before the music even starts and Keira smiles. She’s glad she married such a spirited woman.

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🎶Something happens when I hold her🎵 🎵She keeps my heart from getting older🎶 🎶When the days get short🎵 🎵and the nights get a little bit colder🎶 🎶We hold each other🎵

🎶Everything looks different now🎵 🎵All this time my head was down🎶 🎶He came along and showed me how to let go🎵 🎵I can't remember where I'm from🎶 🎶All I know is who I've become🎵 🎵That our love has just begun like oh🎶

Keira: So our forever starts now

Marta: *smiles* It started when we met but this has been a lovely highlight

🎶You give me chills and I can't imagine you leaving🎵 🎵If I could build a perfect person honestly you would be it🎶 🎶And you know nobody knows you like I know you🎵 🎵I can't wait to come back home so I can hold you🎶

Marta: Te amo

Keira: I love you to

🎶Something happens when I hold her🎵 🎵She keeps my heart from getting older🎶 🎶When the days get short🎵 🎵and the nights get a little bit colder🎶 🎶We hold each other🎵

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[WARNING: Has major, MAJOR spoilers for «“Persona 5 Royal”», please continue scrolling if you do NOT wish to see them!!]

Good morning, afternoon, evening, or whatever time it is for you right now!

Um. I know that you might not want to hear anything from me, I can understand that, but even so..

I wanted to say "I'm sorry", I guess? You might wonder: "sorry for what?", and to be honest.. I don't know either, I just know that I feel awful that I couldn't really do much more for you. Maybe I should have tried to help you since the very start, as I noticed something was.. kind of off about you. Not that I meant anything was wrong, it's just that.. you always seemed more like you tried to fit an ideal or as if you were merely playing an act rather than being yourself most of the time? Ah, the more I think about stuff I could have done, the worse it makes me feel about everything, but this isn't about that.

I'm sorry for not being there for you more, and I'm sorry for how everything ended with us. I'm sorry about how the only thing I have left of you is your glove, and I'm sorry for pretty much everything I could be sorry for.

I know what you're gonna say: "are you an idiot or something? What are you even apologizing about?", but still, I feel as though there's a lot of things left unsaid in between us, so I might aswell just use this chance to properly tell everything..?

I'm aware, that you probably do not think of me this way, and that's why I never really tried to say anything, but I always felt like you were somehow more special than anyone else? I don't know, but the second we met I just.. I guess something clicked and I grew to like you a lot more than I thought I could. More than I thought a person was supposed to.

Even knowing that, I never really knew how to explain this feeling without making everything awkward, and it's not really like I'm an expert about love or something, but I guess that whenever I tried to look more into it, that was always the word that fit better than the rest? So I'm gonna be honest, I believe I may have fallen in love with you the exact second I saw you. I didn't really believe in love at first sight, as I thought it was unnatural, unrealistic and only happened in movies or fictional stuff, so this is actually a shocker for me.. and maybe also for you if you actually never noticed anything 😞

I could tell you that in three languages, actually, but isn't that more of a brag than something romantic..?? Oh, whatever, not like it will matter now or ever.

But, back to what I was saying..

I'm sorry. I was willing to just give up on our reality and to live in a perfect utopia world just because I was afraid of losing you again. I didn't want to let go of you, the person that I believe is the most important to me. Of course, I really care about the others, please don't get me wrong, but even so, I still cared too much about you like to just.. let you go, knowing you'd be dead and that I'd never get to see you again outside of a casket, if anyone even bothered to make one for you after you.. well.. died. Wouldn't it have been easier to live in a world where you and everyone else was happy? Sorry, this was and still is selfish of me, but I really just wished we could have been.. you know, friends, without all of the trauma.

I hope you have never questioned how much I loved and treasured you, though, since I tried to make it as clear as I could without making it weird..?? Anyways, I truly love you, te amo muchísimo, so please don't think that because you're not just some sort of real life prince charming I won't love you, because I do, I genuinely do. You're a super nice and uncanningly perfect person? I love you. You're actually resentful, full of hatred and actually were plotting to murder me? I love you. You're both? I love you. You're neither? I love you. It doesn't matter, whatever your true persona-lity (pun intended!!) may be, I will always love you, so don't worry about me hating you, since as long as I'm alive, you'll always have someone who wants to hangout with you, or maybe to just sit somewhere in pure, comfortable silence with you. You get it, right?

And, even if I'm not entirely sure about the idea of reincarnation..

maybe we're together in every universe, somehow?

Sorry, I'm pondering about this whole message and I'm realizing how cheesy it sounds, but I hope that, regardless, it will reach you, Akechi Goro.

(ily!! 愛してるよ！！ te amo!!) (but remember to actually take care of yourself and to sleep well or else I'm sending Mona to haunt your thoughts 😒)

— #❂🥞🐈‍⬛✮ (OH GOD I ALMOST FORGOT TO SAY WHO I AM 😭 hi, hello, I am Ren Amamiya / Akira Kurusu / “Joker” from «“Persona 5”». I'm not sure if this is allowed, but could you please tag as both fictive and kin?? Sankyuu!!) (oh, also, yeah the tag isn't taken)

(futaba, ILYY!! I miss u and the rest of the phantom thieves a TON :( you're in charge of them if you reunite with the rest and I'm still not with you all by then btw 💥💥 will forever be grateful that Mafia Caillou [Shido] is not in this universe, though.. I think. 😥) (also to sumire, ilyyyyy!!!!!)

"I love you!! I love you!!"

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loscompas-blog-uwu · 4 months

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Feliz aniversário Mel..☆

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🇦🇷(ESP): ¡¡Hola Mel!! ¿Cómo estás? Espero que muy bien. Bueno,lo más probable es que esperaras un dibujo porque es lo que llevamos haciendo hace 3 años ya jajajs.Fua,¿ya 3 año? Hace 3 años que somos amigos/as y eso no lo tengo con muchos..

Sos una persona muy especial para mi; sos atento/a,bueno/a,cariñoso/a,creativo/a,inteligente y muchas cosas más que sí las siguiese nombrando no terminaría más jajajs.

Tu forma de ser es increíble,aunque a veces decís que no. Siempre vas a ser una personita muy especial para todo aquel que tenga la maravillosa oportunidad de conocerte. Es un honor muy grande que una persona tan talentosa y grandiosa como vos me haya dejado un espacio en su vida. Sé que no hablamos tanto pero estoy segura que podemos pasar años sin hablar y en algún momento,el destino nos va a volver a juntar..

"La vida da cosas a la gente y quita,seas bueno o malo. Si sos bueno,te va a dar muchas cosas.."

(Sobre el dibujo,tiene todo un significado 🤓. Las estrellas representan a todas las personas que te quieren,que lo demuestran en mayor o menor medida. Me encantan las estrellas así que quise representarlo con eso :p)

Pero bueno,espero pases un hermoso cumpleaños..¡y qué cumplas muchos más!

🇧🇷(POR):Oi Mel!! Como vai? Espero que muito bem. Bem, provavelmente você estava esperando um desenho porque é isso que já fazemos há 3 anos kkkkk.Nossa, já faz 3 anos? Somos amigos há 3 anos e não tenho isso com muitos...

Você é uma pessoa muito especial para mim; Você é atencioso, bom, carinhoso, criativo, inteligente e muitas outras coisas que se eu continuasse nomeando não acabaria mais kkkkk

Seu jeito de ser é incrível, embora às vezes você diga que não. Você sempre será uma pessoinha muito especial para todos que tiverem a maravilhosa oportunidade de conhecê-lo. É uma grande honra que uma pessoa tão talentosa e grandiosa como você tenha me deixado um espaço em sua vida. Sei que não conversamos muito mas tenho certeza que podemos passar anos sem nos falar e em algum momento o destino vai nos unir novamente.

"A vida dá coisas às pessoas e tira, sejam elas boas ou más. Se você for bom, ela lhe dará muitas coisas."

(Sobre o desenho, ele tem todo um significado 🤓. As estrelas representam todas as pessoas que te amam, que demonstram isso em maior ou menor grau. Eu amo estrelas então quis representá-lo com isso :p)

Mas ei, espero que você tenha um aniversário maravilhoso... e muitos mais por vir!

🇺🇸(ENG):Hi Mel!! Are u great? I hope very well. Well, u were probably waiting for a drawing 'cause that's what we've been doing for 3 years hahaha Wow, it's been 3 years? We've been friends for 3 years and I don't have that with many...

You are a very special person to me; U are attentive, good, affectionate, creative, intelligent and many other things that if I continued naming them I would never end hahaha.

Ur way of being is incredible, even though sometimes u say no . You will always be a very special little person to everyone who has the wonderful opportunity to know u. It is a great honor that a person as talented and great as you has left me a space in his life. I know we don't talk much but I'm sure we can go years without talking and at some point destiny will bring us together again.

"Life gives people things and takes things away, whether they are good or bad. If u are good, it will give u many things."

(About the drawing, it has a whole meaning 🤓. The stars represent all the people who love you, who show this to a greater or lesser extent. I love stars so I wanted to represent it with this :p)

But hey, I hope u have a wonderful birthday... and many more to come!

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fluentmoviequoter · 11 months

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Te Amo

Witchy Wednesday, October 18, 2023

Fic-tober Masterlist

Heart Set on Amulets Universe Masterlist (this is after The Color of Us)

Summary: Dalton needs help translating a letter written in Latin.

Warnings: fluff, Google translate Latin. 0.9k+ words

A/N: I know I said this would be longer but I honestly had no idea how to make it longer. Next week (the last Witchy Wednesday) will be a longer one-shot, though! I hope you enjoy! :)

You haven’t seen Dalton since you kissed last week. You thought maybe it was the start of something more, but then he disappeared. Worried that the amulet was no longer working and that he wasn’t sleeping, you decide to push your anxiety and anti-social tendencies out of the way and pay him a visit to his dorm.

The walk across campus to Dalton’s dorm is full of people, which puts a dent in the strength and resolve you had when you left. When you reach his door, you freeze, wondering if he doesn’t want to see you and how he’ll react.

“I thought I felt a cold breeze,” Dalton teases as he opens the door.

“That’s ghosts,” you point out weakly.

“Are you okay? You’ve been standing out here for like three minutes,” he says as he closes the door behind you.

“I’m fine. Are you? Is the amulet still working? Can you sleep? Because if it isn’t working, I should be able to fix it; I’ll just put a new spell on it and it will basically reset and begin-“

Dalton kisses you to stop your rambling, his hands holding your cheeks as he pulls you close. Breaking away, he smiles at you and steps back, letting his hands fall to your shoulders.

“The amulet is working perfectly. I haven’t slept this well in… ever. I’m sorry for disappearing, I just got a big assignment from Professor Armagan and I’ve been doing a ton of research preparing for it,” Dalton lies.

It’s a partial lie, though. The amulet is still working, and he’s sleeping great. And he does have an art project, but that’s not what he’s been researching. He has been spending every moment of his free time trying to create a plan to tell you he loves you, but all he has is a poorly translated letter written in Latin.

“Oh. What’s the project? I mean, what are you researching for it?”

Dalton panics and says the first word that pops into his mind, which, unfortunately, is “Witchcraft.”

He mentally slaps himself, wondering why, of all the things he could have said, he picked the one thing you’re practically an expert on. Why couldn’t he have said zoology or the psychology of people who shop at Walmart versus Target?

“Do you want help?” you ask. “I mean, I don’t want to step on your toes, obviously you know what you’re looking for and everything, but if you want help, I’d be happy to.”

Dalton considers his options. If he says he doesn’t want help, he has to find another idea to tell you, but if he accepts, he can ask you to translate the letter and hope it goes well.

“I would love some help. I’m having trouble translating some Latin, can you help me with that?”

“Of course! Is it a spell, or?”

Dalton stands, letting you sit in his chair as he looks through his sketchbook for the letter.

“It’s a letter to a witch.”

“To a witch?” you repeat.

“Yeah. From a regular human,” he clarifies, handing you the paper.

You begin reading the letter to yourself, pausing after the first line.

Nunc te videre scio quid in vita volui (Now that I see you, I know what I wanted in life).

Glancing at Dalton, you see him wringing his fingers together like he’s nervous.

Etsi mihi non loqueris, vocem tuam ad respirandum audire oportuit (Even though you didn’t speak to me, I needed to hear your voice to breathe).

You see Dalton moving in your peripheral but ignore him, enraptured by the letter.

Ego postulo magi squam aliquid et ego volo tibi dicere quam ego sentio (I need you more than anything, and I want to tell you how I feel).

Dixisti aura mea rosea est quia amorem sentio, sed non facio. Ego non sentio amare te, quia ego sum in amore cum te. Te amo (You said my aura is pink because I feel love, but I don’t. I don’t feel love because I’m in love with you. I love you.)

Tears are streaming down your face as you turn to face Dalton.

“Did you write this?” you ask, holding the letter up.

“I did,” he answers quietly.

“Te amo,” you whisper before standing and hugging him tightly. “Te amo,” you repeat as his arms wrap around you, and he dips his head to speak against your neck.

“Te amo,” he says against your skin. “I love you so much.”

“Dalton,” you say as you pull back slightly. “Did you mean it when you said you’d go to New Mexico with me? To get answers?”

“I did.”

“Good, because I never want to leave you.”

“And you’ll never have to. I’m not leaving you; I love you.”

Dalton hugs you again and sits on his bed, pulling you into his lap.

“Be honest, how bad was the Latin?” he asks.

“I’ve seen worse. I mean, I understood it, so no complaints.”

“No complaints,” Dalton repeats, smiling.

“It certainly helped when I got to the end and read that you love me.”

“Good. So, when are we leaving for New Mexico?”

“As soon as Specs messages me back, I guess.”

“To learn about the woman who gave you the amulet?”

You nod and push your fingers into Dalton’s hair before kissing him again. He’d go anywhere with you, he thinks.

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specialinterestshows · 1 year

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Taking a break from the reader’s perspective as my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic temporarily becomes a Damian Priest x Finn Balor smut (just for this chapter).

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed) mention, dirty talk

Absolute Smokeshow (Part 51 of ?): A Prince And His Archer

Holding hands in the back seat with Damian, Finn kept looking at the man he couldn't believe he had let himself get this close to - occasionally catching Rhea grinning at the two of them in the rearview mirror. Somehow, her knowing looks seemed to bother him less, he realized, giving Damian's hand a small squeeze and smiling. He couldn't stop thinking of what had happened just prior to their small road trip...

"Tell me why we need to be this far from everyone else?" Finn had groaned, following Damian through the parking lot to the rental car. At the time, Finn had written off Damian's giddiness and secretive behavior as a result of him having just smoked - Damian’s eyes were certainly red enough.

“What I have to say isn't for anyone else to hear," Damian said, moving to slide onto the hood of the car before Finn grabbed him by the arm.

"Watch the rental!" he snapped, pulling Damian away from the vehicle, "If you’re gonna sit somewhere, how about the seats in the damn car?"

Instead of responding, Damian looked down and smiled when he confirmed that Finn had yet to let go of his wrist. Eyes following Damian's, Finn blushed before dropping his grip on Damian’s arm. Still grinning, Damian unlocked the car and opened a door to the back seat, sliding in and waiting for Finn to join him. Hesitating, Finn briefly wondered why they weren't sitting in the front seats, but the curiosity as to what Damian wanted to talk about made him join the man anyway.

Finn ducked into the car and closed the door behind him before asking, "Now what's so damn important?"

"Mira, I know I haven't been easy to work with lately," Damian began, pausing when Finn scoffed at the understatement before continuing, "And I've been acting like it's your fault, but it's not - this is all me."

Finn looked surprised at Damian owning up to his actions, crossed arms relaxing and expression softening as he kept listening after Damian let out a sigh.

"I've been... in denial about some things- some... feelings," Damian cleared his throat, heart pounding - it was clear that this was more difficult to admit than he realized, but still he took a deep breath and said, "Te quiero. Te amo."

I want you. I love you. No, surely Finn had mistranslated... but then he recalled the way Dominik looked at Rhea when he said those same things, his eyes full of love. Looking up, Finn blushed as the realization hit him that Damian was now gazing upon him with the same passion in his eyes. Somehow, instead of panic or disgust or even indifference, Finn felt a bit stunned but somehow also... hopeful?

"Can you, um, run that by me again?" Finn asked, trying to suppress a grin, face growing warmer by the second.

"I said," Damian whispers as he leans in closer, "I love you. And I want you."

Chills ran up Finn's spine and, before he knew it, he had bridged the gap between himself and Damian. The feeling of Damian's lips pressed against his, smiling into the kiss, sent a small rush of desire through him. Once Finn bit the other man's lower lip, Damian let out a pleased growl and the sound was enough for Finn to stop holding himself back. Hands moving up Damian's shirt, Finn reached the collar before ripping it down the front.

"Could've asked," Damian muttered between lip bites and rough kisses.

"Didn't wanna stop," Finn grunted, referring to the making out as his hands run along the taller man's muscular chest.

Gripping Finn by the hair and pulling away, Damian looks deep into Finn's eyes before smirking, "Not even if I want to put my mouth somewhere else?"

Finn's raised eyebrows and dropped jaw in response to the offer made Damian chuckle, "You need to tell me if that's a yes."

"Definitely a yes," Finn says, causing Damian to pull him in for one more rough kiss before letting go of his hair. Finn eagerly unbuttoned his own pants before sliding them down, along with his underwear.

"Que bueno," Damian growled once Finn's dick sprung up out of his briefs, "Hard for me already."

With one smooth motion, Damian lowered his head down onto Finn, taking the entire length of his dick into his mouth at once.

"Fuck," Finn moaned, hands moving to grip Damian's long, dark hair as he began bobbing his head up and down slowly. Lost in the pleasure of how Damian's mouth felt, Finn didn't notice him wipe off a bit of drool that dripped down from his mouth before bringing one wet finger up to Finn's asshole. The sudden, toe-curling sensation of Damian teasing his entrance makes Finn cry out and start thrusting into Damian's mouth, grip tightening on his hair.

Damian couldn't help but moan around Finn when he heard the man make noises he'd never heard from him before. The vibration made Finn's eyes roll in the back of his head, pleasure building rapidly.

"Getting close," Finn whimpered, realizing he wouldn't be able to stop himself from coming, though he was trying to delay it.

Damian flicked his tongue around Finn as he came hard, the world around him vanishing. For a few glorious seconds, Finn existed in a universe of pure ecstacy.

Once Damian had swallowed and Finn had loosened his grip, riding small aftershocks, Damian moved his hand to grab Finn's ass instead, slowly pulling his head away.

"Tan lindo," Damian sighs, looking down at Finn, "I love the noises you make, pretty boy."

"Oh hush," Finn says, looking away and blushing, embarrassed by how quickly he came.

"Not a chance," Damian grins, leaning in and kissing Finn's warm cheek.

"Sorry 'bout your shirt," Finn mumbles, looking down at Damian's bare chest.

"Don't be," Damian says, pulling it off, "But I'm borrowing yours to go back and get the others."

"Go for it," Finn says, starting to remove his shirt, "I need a minute. Or ten."

"Hey guys," Dominik giggled from the passenger's seat, breaking Finn out of his reverie, "Does- does this mean we're the Judgment Gays?"

"Boooo," Damian says as Rhea gives a short laugh.

"Oh come on, that was a good one!" Dom protested.

Finn looked over at Damian again, smiling when he saw Damian was already looking at him.

"I love you," Finn whispered, squeezing Damian's hand.

"Gaaaaay," Dominik said, then "Ow!" when Rhea smacked the back of his head, making Finn and Damian laugh.

[end part fifty-one of ?]

Part 52: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/730308673200635904/absolute-smokeshow-part-52-of-vibe-together

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pablitogavii · 1 year

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Gavi with a reader that’s short And super sweet and cute 💓

Things Pablo notices

Small things Pablo notices on daily basis that makes his girl fall in love with him more every day <33

One of your favorite things is how observant Pablo is to anything that has to do with you from big changes to very small details.

"I'm home bonita!" Pablo walked into the apartment from the training tossing his laundry in the basket before walking into your shared bedroom smiling at you already curled up in the bed.

He hated having evening trainings because he always loved taking showers with you and cuddling up all together right afterwards. He knew he should take a shower immediately but int4ead he jumped in the bed and laid in your arms.

"Are you tired cariño??" you said caressing his hair while he relaxed smiling and nodding his head before looking up and noticing your nails sparkling in his hair.

"Did you do your nails today preciosa??" he said taking your hand from his hair and looking at your nails that you indeed got done earlier today. The fact that Pablo noticed made you so happy and you blushed.

"Mhm..do you like them??" you ask and Pablo nods his head touching one at the time before kissing your palm and looking up at you with his tired eyes that still looked so beautiful regardless.

"They are so pretty amorcito..I missed you so much today" he said moving a little so he can reach your lips and kiss them lovingly.

"Te amo muchisimo Pablito but you're a little stinky" you said giggling and he pouted getting off you and rushing to take a very needed shower.

While you were getting ready to go to dinner with Pablo, you wore one of your new heels you were so excited about since they were very pretty and gave you a few inches that you lacked. Tonight, you are not a midget!

Pablo texted you that he was outside in the car, and you finished applying your lipstick before heading down and he waited with an open door like a pure gentleman that he was.

"Espera princesa! You're so tall.." he said but in a way that made you think he didn't like it so you looked at him with worry.

"You don't like it?" you ask adorably and he giggled snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. Your lips met and for the first time you didn't have to go on your tip toes to reach Pablo's face.

"I love everything you wear...but I have to say that I miss my little midget" he smiled when you blushed thinking how he would always playfully tease you about being too short to kiss him until he bends and let's you do it.

"You can't stop me from kissing you now!" you said immediately blushing and he adored it. He always said having his sweet innocent little midget was his favorite thing in the world.

"Good to know mi princesa is still shy.." he whispered into your eyes making your face completely red before letting you pass and get into the car.

Mikky and Frenkie invited us to go to the beach for the weekend and I was looking through my swimsuits that arrived the other day from Amazon.

I finally chose the green one that would look amazing on my tan skin smiling in the mirror when I saw how it looked. It was definitely a good and I wondered weather Pablo will notice that it's new.

I wore a cover up over it so it was only when we got to the beach and I took it off that my man walked behind me and pulled me back while resting his face on my shoulder.

"That new swimsuit looks amazing on you preciosa.." he whispered and you were blushing as an idea popped into your head. You turned around in his arms placing your hands on his shoulders while his were rested on your your waist.

"It's not new cariño.." you lied but being bad at it you immediately smiled and he smirked shaking his head while pulling you closer.

"I know all of your swimsuits princesa..that pink one with bows that you only wear when we are alone me vuelves loco..the red one that makes your ass look yummy..the black one piece that hugs your curves perfectly and the white one with cherries that I got for you on my trip to Paris" he said and you were stunned the amount of detail he knows when it comes to you.

"How do you always notice everything about me??" you finally asked and he smiled pulling you closer and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek lovingly.

"Because I love you so much princesa..you're important to me and when it comes to you I'm always observant" he said and you smiled moving closer puckering your lips so he can elan down and kiss you.

It made you feel special that Pablo would always notice things about you and how that was his way of showing his love towards you <33

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happysoldlady · 2 years

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Coney Island Part 2 - Nestor Oceteva

a/n: I'm back! Also, I wish I could tell you what this is but I can't. Y'all said you liked this concept so here's a part two. I'm on a real Nestor kick lately. Mans has got me in a grip. Enjoy!

warnings: NSFW!!, fem! reader, brief mentions of violence/abuse

"Fuck, dulce." Nestor groans, rolling his hips against yours, his fingers buried deep in your hips for leverage. He takes pleasure in the way your face relaxes into ecstasy every time his dick meets that spongy spot inside of you. The way your eyebrows furrow as he pulls out, and the rolling of your eyes to the back of your head as he presses back in, moving a thumb to roll over your clit. He feels your pussy clench around him as you reach to touch any part of him. Your nails find his chest, and he lets out a deep groan as you run them down his skin. He picks up the pace on his strokes, keeping the same tempo on your clit, leaving you a withering mess below him. Moments later, the two of you reach your climax together, Nestor then collapsing onto the bed next to you. His chest rising and falling as he tries to settle his breathing, his eyes finding your profile as you take a minute to breathe, your hands lying idly on your chest, eyes closed in relaxation.

Following the incident last month of the two of you being kidnapped, you had found yourselves making up for lost time in the bedroom (and on the kitchen table, bathroom sink, against the wall in the foyer, ottoman in the living room...wherever, really). It had been probably a year since the two of you had had this much sex. Being busy with work, and oddly disconnected from one another had pushed you to opposite sides of your king-sized bed, not sharing it at all some nights. But for the last few weeks, Nestor seemed eager to get home if not for any other reason than to bury himself in you. And well, who would turn down an orgasm from the man you love? However, should the two of you probably talk things through? Absolutely. Were you going to do it while Nestor is fucking your brains out? Absolutely not.

You peel your eyes open, and turn your head, meeting his dark eyes that beam at you with affection. You find yourself wondering if he's always looked at you that way, and if that look will fade when the post-nut clarity comes.

"Te amo." He mutters, as one of his hands reaches out to brush a piece of hair out of your face. He leans over and presses a soft kiss to your head. And then, he's up. He strolls to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

You let out a breath, setting up in the bed and pulling a robe around your body. The sex...well, it's great. It's always been great, but sex feels like a band-aid for the disconnect. Nestor comes inside you and then goes off to work while you wait for him to come home and do it again. There is very little conversation...or apologizing.

You hear the shower turn on and let out a breath. A grumbling in your stomach reminds you that you should probably eat something. You slip on a pair of shorts and are digging through the fridge to find ingredients when you hear a rustling outside. Your insides freeze, and you lift your head to look outside your kitchen window. Nothing. You take a breath and shake your head, going back to your search when you hear it again.

“What the fuck?” You mutter under your breath. Taking no chances this time, you scurry back to your bedroom and bang on the bathroom door. “Nestor!!”

The panic in your voice damn near makes him panic. He quickly rinses the suds off his body and turns the water off. He wraps a towel around himself and unlocks the door.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” He gives you a once over, noticing the way your chest is heaving up and down in a panic. You slip into the bathroom with him, and shut the door making Nestor’s brows furrow.

“I heard something outside.” You rush out, hushed.

“What was it? Like a person?” He asks, leaning over to open the door to go check.

“No, no, no. Don’t go out there.” You say quickly, grabbing his hand before he can turn the doorknob.

His gaze softens and he raises his eyebrows. “Mi dulce, you know I’m not the type to sit here and wait it out.”

You shake your head, swallowing hard. “I just don’t want them to find us again.”

Nestor grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest. He’s still wet from his shower but you don’t mind. He holds you there for a second and you feel him press a kiss to your head. He knows you’ve been stressed since the incident. He’s watched as you glance around, rushing to the door of your home. He’s seen the panic on your face when you can’t find him at work events. Your newfound hyper-vigilance has not gone unnoticed by him.

“Mi amor, no podemos vivir nuestras vidas con miedo de algo que puede suceder o no.” Nestor says, taking your face into his hands. “I protected you then, and I’ll protect you now. Always.”

A shaky breath escapes past your lips and your eyes dance between his in uncertainty. You open your mouth to reply but his lips come down to your own for a few seconds.

“I’ll get dressed and take a look around. Give me five minutes.” He mumbles against your lips and then disappears before you can protest.

Ten minutes later, you are pacing around your living room, biting at your nails. The fear of not knowing if something actually was out there is starting to get the better of you when Nestor slips back inside. He slips his shoes off at the door and then meets your worried gaze.

His gaze meets your and he gives you a small smile. “The coast is clear, mi dulce.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and take a seat on the couch. Nestor’s eyebrows furrow as he watches your head fall into your hands. He crosses the floor and kneels down in front of you, his hands coming up to hold yours.

“I would never let anything happen to you. You know that, don’t you?” Nestor questions, his eyes searching yours.

You want to reassure him. Tell him that you’re sleeping well and that you know he would never let anything happen to you. But the look in his eyes when those guys threw you into that van haunts you. He was helpless. And you were helpless. And there was absolutely nothing that he could do to maintain your safety. Especially after they separated the two of you.

Your mouth opens to whisper the lie to him, to tell him that you have faith in him but the words die on your tongue and his face twists in confusion.

“Hey,” Nestor breathes out, moving to sit next to you on the couch. You turn your body to face him, your hands falling to tug on your fingers. “What’s happening in that head of yours?”

You look up at him, your hands gripping onto each other to stop the shaking. “Something already did happen. And we couldn’t do anything.”

Nestor shakes his head. “You are safe now. You were always going to be okay. I would have never let them actually hurt you.”

“They did hurt me.” You whisper, looking away from him. “They did. And you weren’t there. You were in the van. And it’s not your fault and I’m not blaming you because you are just a human being. But I’m afraid, Nestor. All the time.”

Nestor’s heart shatters in his chest. You’ve been together for years, and no it’s not always been the perfect relationship but the love he has for you is deep and unrelenting. Never did he think that fear would be the thing you felt while with him.

He takes your hands gently into his, pressing a kiss to each of them and then meeting your gaze. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you then. I tried.”

You shake your head and it’s your turn to take his face into your hands. “No, no, no. You did everything you could and I know that. And I love you for it. And I feel the most safe when I’m here with you. That’s not at all what I’m saying.”

His eyebrows are furrowed and he shakes his head. “What else can I do to make you feel safe? More boxing training? Do we need to find a new house?”

The desperateness in Nestor’s voice breaks your heart and you shrug, “Those might help. We can try them.”

He nods at you, his hands grabbing at you and pulling you onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist and he holds you close to him. The two of you sit like this for a while. Probably too long, but despite your anxiety, you really do feel safest in his arms.

“Do you want to talk about how they hurt you?” Nestor mumbles against your chest after a while. You lean back so you can meet his gaze. His dark eyes are somehow even darker and you lean down to catch his lips with your own.

“Yes. But I don’t want the details to hurt you.” You mumble, using your hands to smooth over his hair.

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about me, mi amor. I want to know.”

So you do. You sit in his lap and tell him everything. The pain, the fear, the shooting. Their greedy hands grabbing at you and making innuendos toward further abuse. The way they kept laughing that Nestor couldn’t help you. By the time you’ve told him everything, you can feel Nestor’s anger buzzing under his skin.

His arms tighten around your waist and he buries his face in your chest. "I should've ripped them limb from limb."

You let out a quiet chuckle and press a kiss to the top of his hair. "And I know you would have if you had known."

Nestor leans his head back against the couch, deep in thought. You trace a finger along his jawline and wait for him to gather his thoughts. Several minutes later, he meets your gaze and you don't recognize the look on his face.

"Do you remember that apartment you lived in when we first met?" He asks, one of his hands coming up to smooth down your hair. You nod, silently wondering where he's going with this.

"I remember the first time you invited me over." He starts, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. "I was so nervous. Worried that this life wasn't going to be what you wanted, and absolutely positive that it wasn't what you deserved. I walked into that apartment and it was in one of the shittiest neighborhoods in Santo Padre and somehow, you had made it nice. The walls painted a green color and plants everywhere. You were wearing these baggy pants with a white shirt and denim button-up thing, and you offered me lemonade." Nestor lets out a laugh at the memory, as if it's the most absurd thing he's ever heard. "No one has ever looked at me and thought to offer me lemonade."

You smile, "I just didn't want you to be thirsty."

Nestor's eyes lighten up as he laughs. "You're the most effortlessly thoughtful person that I know." His face grows serious and then he closes his eyes. "I know that this past year has not been easy. And I know that I have driven you to some dark places in your mind and I can never apologize enough."

You wait for him to finish, your fingers running up and down his arm in an attempt to comfort him as he speaks.

"I can't promise you that people like those pieces of shit won't hurt you again, mi amor. I wish I could. I can promise you that I will die trying to stop them." He says seriously, his eyes locked onto yours. "And if you want to leave and get out of this shit, I won't stop you. Hell, after the year we've had I wouldn't blame you."

Your face crumples at his suggestion. You shake your head at him, leaning down to press a kiss to his mouth. Nestor's hands find your waist and squeeze as you deepen the kiss. Your hands tangle into his hair and tug as you resituate yourself on his lap. Nestor lets out a deep groan, and you feel him pressing against you.

You grind down onto him, his lips trailing down your neck, suckling onto the skin there. You're breathless by the time his lips find yours again and he lifts your legs, laying your back down gently on the couch. Your robe falls open and he quickly undoes the tie, his dark eyes trailing over you.

You shrug off the robe and toss it onto the floor, reaching down to remove Nestor's shirt and then his shorts. His lips find yours again and his hand trails up your leg. He revels in the sound you make when his fingers brush over your sex. He removes his lips from yours and trails them down your body. He lines his mouth up to your sex and licks a long stripe up, his tongue focusing on your clit. Your hands find his hair again and you let out a moan. His lips wrap around your clit and he inserts a finger into you. Then another.

"Oh my fuck." You curse, your back arching at his assault. Nestor continues for several minutes, adding another finger which causes you to cry out. The familiar pleasure builds in your lower abdomen and you moan out his name as the pressure snaps.

His fingers fuck you through your orgasm and then he comes up, kissing you and allowing you to taste yourself on him. You groan, gripping onto his back. You can feel him pressing into your leg and spread your legs further to accommodate him.

"Hmmm, always so thoughtful." He mutters against your lips. You grin and urge him forward. "What is it? What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me." You mumble, tugging lightly on his hair. He growls, and teases his tip at your entrance. One of his hands come up to rest against your throat. He meets your gaze and tightens his grip as he sheathes himself inside you.

"Oh fuck, Nestor." You moan out, your back arching against him. He lifts his hip and thrusts back into you. Hard. The sound that comes from his throat damn near makes you come right then and there.

Nestor sets a quicker pace than usual, never letting up pressure on your throat in a positively delicious way. His eyes stay locked on yours, silently checking in on you as he watches your mouth drop open in pleasure.

"Fuck mi amor, you look so fucking good like this." He grumbles, his mouth coming to make its assault on your ear.

You let out a moan and reach a hand down to your clit. The familiar twinge of pleasure begins to build again and you let out a louder moan.

"That's it, mi dulce. Go ahead and fucking come for me." He coaxes, his hand tightening some on your throat. Your orgasm washes over you in waves and Nestor fucks you through all of them before reaching his high as well.

He pulls out of you slowly, immediately removing his hand from your throat. His eyes meet yours and he presses a kiss to your lips, grinning at the fucked-out look on your face. He settles himself between your legs and rests his head on your bare chest.

Several minutes pass before anyone speaks, but oddly enough, Nestor is the first to break the silence. "I don't want you to think that I'm complaining but you didn't answer my question."

You let out a giggle and shake your head, "There's no one else in the world I want to have near-death experiences with. Let's just maybe get a camera on the front door or something."

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amirealanyways · 1 month

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Are you sorry?

Just a random short story I made, don’t know if I should finish it! Please tell me what you guys think.

TW: PTSD, break in, implied death/murder, idk what else !

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” My mother asks in her strong Latino accent, looking at me through the kitchen as I eat my breakfast.

“Yes mom, I’ll be fine.” I reassure her though I don’t know if I truly will be fine.

“Okay then, but if anything happens. Call me alright?”

“Yeah, yeah; I’ll call you.”

“I don’t need ese stupid niño viniendo acá a hacerte algo! / don’t need that stupid boy coming here and doing something to you!” She rolls her eyes at the thought as she walks towards the dining room where I am.

I would chuckle if it wouldn’t get me smacked in the head.

“I’ll be fine, okay?” I reassure her again, getting up from the dining table.

“Segura? / you sure?”

“Yes. Now go on, vas a llegar tarde. / you’re going to get there late.” I grab her work bag and shove her in her arms as I hurry her towards the door.

“Te amo hija, con cuidado! / I love you daughter, be careful!”

“You too. Love you.” I say before i close the door and watch her get inside the car by the window.

I sigh in relief. Wondering if she bought the fact I’m okay. I’m not.

My head hurts and eating breakfast almost made me throw up too many times, not because the food is bad— no never would I say that. The thing is I feel full, I feel like if I eat a little more it’ll throw up, I’ll explode.

So I walk towards my breakfast, barely eaten. I threw it out without hesitation, knowing I would have to throw away the trash later anyways.

My phone buzzes and I smile as I see my best friend, Layla, text me.

L>{’how r u feeling Evie?’}

I like knowing that Lay cares about me, but this ‘are you okay’ thing that’s been happening over and over again is tiring me.

Yes I’m okay!

>{better, thanks for checking in <3’}

L>{‘Of course!! I hope you can come to school quickly, it’s getting boring w/o u! :((‘}

>{‘maybe I’ll go next week. I’ll ask my mom, I miss you too bby! :/‘}

L>{‘okie! Text me what your mom tells you, love you!’}

>{‘Love you too!’}

I stare at our texts. Will my mom really let me come back to school? Especially after all that happened? Maybe not but let’s hope she does. For lay’s and mine’s sake and friendship especially.

I walk to my room, falling down on my bed with a groan.

“God, I’m not ready to go back to school. Especially if he’s there.” I whisper to myself.

I start to doze off, I focus on the things around me. My room was cold, not as cold as that night though. I can hear the sound of my AC like background music.

I feel myself start to dream…

It's my house. I can see the bright pink tulips In Front of the big living room window, and that awful pale yellow color of the outside walls that we all hated. I glanced around just to find a white void, as our house was the only one in the neighborhood.

I walk towards my door unwillingly , I can’t feel the ground as I walk though. As I walk I realize how numb I feel. My body feels robotic, like if someone else is controlling it.

I get to the front of my house, I open the glass door just to find the bigger one behind it, I open the wood door too. Everything is as it always was, when I walk in I can finally feel my feet again, I can feel the cold feeling of the ground then the soft feeling of the carpet of my living room.

I glance towards the back wall to see the big couch that —sadly for my younger sister, Kairy, covers the big glass window to see outside; way too big T.V. We got that doesn’t let anything else fit is there too.

My feet drag me towards the hallway, even though I can feel the ground and I probably could walk away, my body still feels controlled. I pass by my middle sister’s room, and then by my bathroom.

I know the hallway is a small one, I know that. But my acknowledgment of that doesn’t change the fact I feel the hallway to last almost forever, I can’t see the end of it.

I’m finally at the end of the hallway, there’s two doors at both of my sides. To my right, it’s my parents' room; and to my left is my own room.

I wish I would’ve chosen to walk on my free will while I was in the living room. I could’ve explored my kitchen, my back yard, but I didn’t so now my feet are dragging me inside. Though the rest of my house looks the same as before, even feels the same.

My bedroom is different, I can feel the rush of cold wind hit my face as I enter through my door. Even though my floor is carpet, I can't help but feel cold and hard. My bed is still on the bed, and I can almost feel my fuzzy old pink blankets I had. My plushies are all on my bed, I remember I had to sleep with all of them or throw them on the floor just to sleep. My mother hadn’t been able to get me some kind of shelf yet.

I feel my body tense when I hear the sound of a window breaking.

When my eyes focus again, and I gain my consciousness again I feel how cold my room has gotten. The sky outside my window is unusually dark too.

“Yo nerd. You here?”

The voice brings me unusual discomfort. I look at my parents room to run towards it.

In minutes I’m already there, locking myself since it’s the only room in the house with a lock on the door. I curse under my breath as I remember I didn’t get my phone, but there’s no time for that as I hear him sing outside, searching around the house.

It’s my favorite song:

‘Dog days are over.’

“ The dog days are over. The dog days are done. The horses are running.”

My breath hitches as I hide in my parents room. His voice gets somehow louder, even though it should get quieter. It’s like he’s singing right in my head.

His tone is sweet but I know his intentions aren’t.

“… so you better run.” He continues. He starts banging on my parents door, I’m glad I locked it.

“Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father.” He sings and it's making me sick.

“Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers. Leave all your love and belonging behind. You can’t carry it with you…”

“If you want to survive.”

I can hear the door get broken by something. I’m getting sick just by thinking of what he could do to me.

“The dog days are over. The dog's days are done. Can you hear the horses?”

I move closer to one side of my parent’s small closet hoping the clothes make it harder for him to find me.

“‘Cause they’re here for you.”

With that the closet door opens, and I can’t help but close my eyes.

“Little bitch, think you can hide from me? You have a big ego to think that.”

No. No, no, no, no. I’m hidden. He can’t find me. I’m not here.

My mind is spinning but before I can think properly I can feel him picking me up and throwing me to the ground where I fall next to a hatchet, I glance up to the door.

He broke through the door with a hatchet.

“You fucking bitch. Telling the principal about me? What? That I torment you? I’m going to show your ass torment.” He threatens me and I feel frozen.

My mind is screaming for me to run, to get up and run outside.

I can hear my mind but the fear I feel as I see him pick up the hatchet next to me is far enough to make me stay frozen.

He races the hatchet up with both of his hands and all I can think about is my sisters, my mother, my father, my friends.

I can still hear that voice in the back, telling me to run. To get up and run.

‘Run. Run. Fucking run! He’s going to kill you! Why did you tell the principal! You need to run now. Run. Run, run. Run!’

But I stay still as I close my eyes.

I gasp awake, sitting up in my bed.

“Holy shit.” I murmur.

Another nightmare

Again, please tell me what I can do to improve !!

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