#Lt. Amos

[astralbondpro]

The Adventures of Ford Fairlane (1990) // Dir. Renny Harlin

[seekforwarmth]

Happy 31st Birthday, Louis!

[latinotiktok]

[virfujiwara]

HOLA esto es medio random pero vi algunas de tus publicaciones y vi que hablas en español y puede que seas de Argentina, o Latinoamerica? Porque no creo que conozca a otra persona fan de LazyTown Y Formula 1 porque esta combinacion de fandoms es super rara asdkjadkja al menos por lo que veo, y pensé "adoro Tumblr, acá encuentro a mi gente"

En fin era esa pregunta random xD amo tu cuenta <3

Holiiii!! Jajaj siiii soy del norte de Argentina, fan de Lazytown y F1 entre otras cosas :DDD AMOOOO TU ARTEEE BELLOOO Y GLORIOSOO <33333

[juneberrie]

꒰ 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡-𝟒𝟐!𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ⤵

"hey, pretty girl." miles uses this one mostly when you get dressed up, but he always thinks youre gorgeous

𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ⤵

"i wanna treat my girl." miles looves calling you his girl <3 also, he loves it when you call him 'my boy' <3

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐀 ⤵

"te amo, princesa. you know that." he thinks you're royalty and he treats u like it! he spoils u when he has extra cash, he always opens doors 4 u, he's just a perfect gentleman &lt;3

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐈 ⤵

"you look incredible, mami." literally everyone agrees on this one, yeah? he just thinks its cute.

𝐌𝐀 ⤵

"later, ma. okay? hey. i love you." he pulls this one out most often when he's distracted or busy. he'll throw it in off handedly. it's his way of adding a bit of affection when he can't give you all his attention.

𝐌𝐈 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐀 ⤵

"come here, mi vida." ur his life!!! he heard his mom using it with his dad (rip lmao) and he immediately picked up on it

𝐌𝐈 𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐎 ⤵

"ay, mi cielo. do you know how much i love you?" listen bitch. u r miles' whole entire world, which includes his sky <3 he looovvves youuuuu

𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐋 ⤵

"que haces, mi sol?" same as above <3 wait no, actually. u r miles' whole galaxy he loves u so much. deal with it <3 also if ur his sunshine!gf? forget about your name, thats literally all he's ever gonna call u

𝐌𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐀 ⤵

"anything for you, mi reina." same as princesa, he thinks you're royalty and u should be treated as such.

𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 ⤵

"i wouldn't change a thing about you, mi amor." another one he picked up from his parents. he thinks its sweet and simple; a way of incorporating his language with a cute nickname.

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ⤵

"i missed you, baby." 90% of the time he will use this when he's tired or when he wants something >:)

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀 ⤵

"you're so short. chiquita." he'll mostly call u this if ur short (me) LMAO but he loves you <3 he thinks its cute. you could be half an inch shorter than him and he'd still call it on grounds of you being short.

[anikaluv]

ESTRELLA —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw: adopting a puppy 🩷

❤︎︎ summary: Reader and Miles (e!42) adopting a puppy headcannons

❤︎︎ w/c: 500

❤︎︎ a/n: Thought of this one day, enjoy!

PART TWO

❤︎ E!42 MILES who noticed one day while you’re scrolling through Pinterest that’s its full of cute puppies

❤︎ E!42 MILES slowly putting the peices together when you started watching those heartwarming TikTok series that go like, “Day 5 of owning my puppy!”

❤︎ E!42 MILES couldn't help but smile when you finally approached him, excitedly asking if you both could check out the newest pet center to find a puppy to bring home

❤︎ E!42 MILES grimacing and scrunching his nose when y’all first walk in the shelter because of the dog smell

❤︎ E!42 MILES laughing when you asked to check out all of the puppies at the same time and now you were on the floor as they licked your face

❤︎ E!42 MILES watching as you snap your neck to the puppy that’s not in your face, but bitting at the ankle bracelets on your ankle

❤︎ E!42 MILES couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when you held her up for a brief moment before declaring, "This is the one!"

❤︎ E!42 MILES rolled his eyes playfully when he asked you what made this puppy special, and your response was, "She's snappy and feisty, like you!"

❤︎ E!42 MILES gladly pulled out his card and signed the necessary papers as you showered the puppy with affection

❤︎ E!42 MILES couldn't resist the warmth in his heart when he saw you holding that puppy with a beaming smile

❤︎ E!42 MILES looking in your eyes and saying “Te amo mas que todas las estrellas en el cielo.” (I love you more than all the stars in the sky)

❤︎ E!42 MILES laughing when you decided right then a there you’re naming the dog Estrella

❤︎ E!42 MILES smirked to himself when you began taking countless photos of Estrella, proudly captioning them, "Look what my bf got me &lt;3."

❤︎ E!42 MILES starting to regret his decision when Estrella starts to pee EVERYWHERE in the apartment

❤︎ E!42 MILES trying to keep his calm when you come to her defense saying “She’s just a baby!”

❤︎ E!42 MILES furrowing his eyebrows and scowling when he sees that your homescreen that was a selfie of you and him changed to you and Estrella

❤︎ E!42 MILES sucking in his teeth trying not to scream when Estrella bites hard on his ankles during her teething phase

❤︎ E!42 MILES chasing Estrella around in ya’lls apartment when she shredded up Miles new prowler claws while your laughing

❤︎ E!42 MILES scolding Estrella every time she bites his fingers while putting on her collar

❤︎ E!42 MILES who was shocked when one day Estrella walked up to him and turned her head down for pets that he reluctantly gave

❤︎ E!42 MILES who gives Estrella extra treats everytime she barks at a guy who hits on you

❤︎ E!42 MILES screaming at the airport attendant when being told pets weren’t allowed on the plane to ya’lls vacation in the Bahamas (Estrella made the flight dw)

❤︎ E!42 MILES strutting down the sidewalk walking Estrella with her baby pink badazzled sequin leash with no shame

❤︎ E!42 MILES feeling content that now when he’s doing prowler stuff you won’t be alone

❤︎ E!42 MILES being unaware that you have a picture saved of him and Estrella napping together in your favorites

❤︎ E!42 MILES happy that he now has two special girls in his life (other than his momma ofc)

ENDING A/N: Might start making more posts like this to post in between my fics idk 🤷🏾‍♀️

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[itoshiexx]

mi vida

synopsis: sae never thought someone could become his life, but that changed when you came.

pairing: itoshi sae x gn!reader | words: 749 | warnings: established relationship, fluff

notes: welcome back to "things i wrote on a whim when my boss wasn't at the office"!! apparently i write a lot better in english without much planning, so yeah. this idea came to me based on a personal experience, since i call my boyfriend "minha vida" (which is the same for "mi vida"/"my life" in portuguese) and i never really thought i could consider someone to be my life before him.

i really really hope you like it, and i wanna thank you all so much for all the love you've given to Unworthy (but chosen), every note and follower made me super happy! &lt;3

and also, i'm so sorry if my description of the spanish culture is not accurate and for any english mistakes!

during his time in spain, sae learned a lot of things. mainly, how to improve his soccer career even more, striving to become the best in the world after already being the best in his country. 

he was a genius, of course, so it wasn’t really hard to learn the language or get acquainted with the city of madrid, which was a lot warmer than japan — in many ways. however, it was really fucking hard to get used to the customs of the spanish people and its culture, considering it was so different from the japanese. they were extremely welcome, and sae was anything but. if anything, he was even more closed than typical japanese people. 

in spain, people were always greeting each other with a kiss on each cheek, showing off bright smiles and making conversation with strangers. friends talked loudly among each other, giving hugs and always touching somehow. the concept of personal space? totally nonexistent. in short, it was weird. 

but nothing was weirder than couples. 

the concept of love was already foreign to sae. he didn’t understand how a feeling could envelop one so much and make it forget about the rest of the world. he didn’t know how such an abstract thing, with no sense of logic whatsoever, could be so overwhelming to the point of taking one’s life completely, until all you could see, think and feel was your significant other.

most of all, he couldn’t fathom how someone could become your life. 

“te amo, mi vida,” was what he used to hear an old couple say to each other. they were the owners of sae’s favorite restaurant, a small little place in the suburbs of Madrid, and always treated him with a kindness he didn’t deemed himself worthy of. 

at first, he wasn’t able to comprehend what the sentence meant. he could barely write it on google translate to try to get its meaning, and he didn’t really care enough. though, as the time went by and sae became more fond of the couple, he eventually gathered the courage to ask the woman about it. and he was very surprised to hear the answer. 

“it means ‘i love you, my life’,” she said, smiling from ear to ear and handing a glass of salted kombucha tea to sae. it was one of the reasons he adored the place so much — it was the only restaurant he found that served his favorite drink. 

the older itoshi could only stare, dumbfounded, and mumble, “…why?”

the woman laughed at the boy’s naiveté. “why, you ask? because that’s what he is to me.” 

sae only stared in silence, too stunned to speak.

“i… i don’t understand,” he confessed. it sounded silly, and kind of pathetic, but at that moment he didn’t really care. the woman gave another smile, this time an understanding countenance, and placed her wrinkly hand on his shoulder. 

“you will understand one day, boy. and when your person comes, make sure to bring them here, right? i’d like to meet them!” 

the soccer player wanted to tell her that it would never happen. that the itoshi sae had no time for foolish things like love, and he most certainly would never love someone so much to the point of seeing them as his life. his life was soccer, and his goal was to become the best in the world. 

there was nothing else. 

oh, how he bit his tongue. 

it was at the age of twenty two when he entered the restaurant once again, and this time, not alone. you were walking by his side, with your hand intertwined in his, chatting excitedly while he just listened. a small smile was on his face, and his features were impossibly soft, in a way they only got around you. 

you, who were light in the darkness, who were comfort after a long day of practice, who was the one he loved most. you, who was the definition of home in every sense of the word. the only one that could make his heart swell so much it made it hard to breathe. 

he pulled your chair for you to sit like a true gentleman, and sat right next to you, always in need to touch you somehow. a hand was placed on your thigh while the other one opened the menu. and he turned to you, voice gentle like you could break:

“so, what would you like, mi vida?”

you, who was his life.

© 2023 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

[sunflowerkiwis]

New WAG

charles leclerc x reader - part two

summary: you and charles are not the only ones with a fairytale love story but everyone’s still keeping a close eye on you two…

feedback is appreciated + requests are open!

enjoy xx

part one | part two | part three | part four

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yourusername girllll

yourusername who took the photo :0

yourbestfriend who do you thinkkk

yourusername danny?

yourbestfriend nopeee

yourusername …

yourbestfriend

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yoursbestfriend mama, i think i’m in love

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user01 watcha doing here carlos🤨

yourusername ew no

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yourusername my eyes

user03 yn what do you know…

carlossainz55 lucky guy

charles_leclerc about time

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yourfriend omg congrats girl!!

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 y te amaré con my vida❤️❤️

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yourusername translator here, he says he can’t stand you

user07 yn💀

carlossainz55 why won’t you let me be happy

charles_leclerc wow, i didn’t know you could do it

user11 not charles saying carlos gets no bitches

yourusername he doesn’t

user21 carlos soft launching is something i never knew i needed in life

user09 y’all… is that not yn’s friend @yourbestfriend??

user13 wait…

user07 omg look at her most recent post👀

yourusername

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yourusername round 2, @scuderiaferrari, let’s go❤️✨

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user15 we all agree carlos is here for @yourbestfriend and not yn, right

yourbestfriend 🤭😇

yourusername what?! omg @carlossainz55 eres un traidor

carlossainz55 no comment

charles_leclerc bellissima ♥️

yourusername ti amo ♥️

user17 i want what they have

carlossainz55 lucky charms

charles_leclerc first of all, back off

charles_leclerc second, right😍

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yourbestfriend i declare a war

yourusername oh you’re so on. get ready to lose😘

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carlossainz55 ferrari looks good on you amor❤️

yourbestfriend thank you baby ❤️

f1wags_

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f1wags_ new possible wag? yn yln’s best friend, ybf seems to be getting quite close to carlos sainz. could this potentially mean something new blooming between the two?

yourusername

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yourusername days in with my Lover♥️

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danielricciardo everyone thought it’d be a cute post until the last slide

yourbestfriend think of the children

yourusername trust me… we are😉

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user19 YN

user23 CHARLES

user51 the fact that yn and charles have only interacted with the comments once is a bit concerning…

danielricciardo refer to the last photo

user47 💀💀

yourbestfriend

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yourbestfriend days with you are the fullest❤️

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yourusername cute ig

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user19 @scuderiaferrari WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

user67 ferrari fr outing carlos😭😭

carlossainz55 🌅🌅

user95 you ain’t slick

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari since they won’t do it we will. lots of love to our favorite couple, and a congratulations to the new couple!! (this was 💯 approved by both parties 🫶)

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user36 i’d just like to thank everyone who called me delusional 😌😘😘

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@luciaexcorvus

[berriweb]

╰┈➤ ❝ 3:19 AM ❞

: ̗̀➛ ft. earth-42 miles morales x fem! reader

: ̗̀➛ warnings. both y/n and miles smoke weed, short mentions of some injuries

: ̗̀➛ a/n. feel free to laugh and correct me on any fucked up spanish because i highly doubt google translate will be accurate and 4 years of high school spanish can only get one so far /3 the 42! miles brain rot I’m suffering from is LETHAL

Every few minutes a gust of wind would send shivers down your spine and poke chill bumps into your skin as air blew through the cracked bedroom window. You did your best to block out the chaotic sounds of sirens and the occasional arguments and fights breaking out in the streets below the apartment complex by turning up the speaker playing soothing music ever so slightly to combat them. Striding across the room, the smell of lavender, citrus, and maybe just a hint of cherry blossoms filled your nostrils and the room as you carefully lit incense and candles scattered across the desk in the corner of the room, before using the same lighter to re-ignite the joint hanging from between your pointer and middle finger.

Bringing it up to your lips, you took a long drag before releasing it and making an attempt to blow towards the crack and avoid stinking up the room with the stench of weed and burning paper, hence the candles and cracked window.

When you flopped back onto the made bed after setting your joint in the ash tray, your gaze turned from the dimly lit ceiling to the glowing red alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to you, 3:19 AM.

Reaching for your phone charging next to it, you squinted at the screen before using Face ID to unlock it, your previous messages with Miles already being displayed seeing as you couldn’t stop checking to see if there were any updates.

5:15 PM

M&M <3: Something came up, got some business with Uncle Aaron. I’m going to be late.

You: we still on for movie night ? :(

M&M <3: Of course, wait for me til then? Give me til 11.

You: i’ll keep your spot warm :) stay safe, i love you &lt;3

M&M &lt;;3: Te amo, Ma.

5:19 PM

You: oh!!! tell aaron i said hey 2, haven’t been around to visit n a while😞

12:01 AM

You: everything good?

12:45 AM

You: a little worried, txt me back when you can :(

2:00 AM

You: ?

Despite trying your best to ignore the nightly chaos ensuing outside, it was becoming increasingly hard to do so when your boyfriend of many years had recently admitted to being the Prowler and spending most of the nights he wasn’t with you out in the city carrying out orders on behalf of Kingpin, especially when he’d texted you earlier that day planning to be back by 11 at latest for a movie night, only to follow up a few hours later saying that something had come up.

He’d assured you when he first broke the news that he’d always come back home to you, but that never stopped you from worrying every once in a while that something awful would occur that was out of his control. Especially when he wasn’t replying to any of your attempts to check up on him.

What if he’d been captured? What if it was a mission Aaron sent him on and he somehow screwed it up? What if someone had screwed him over? A rouge villain? An assassination gone wrong? A stray bullet he couldn’t dodge fast enough? What if-

Creak.

Your unintentional spiraling into horrific ‘what if’ scenarios was interrupted by the sound of rusted metal grinding against another, your head tilting up in less than a second to see a clawed hand further pushing up your window frame.

‘Speak of the devil.’

The relieved expression on your face couldn’t be hidden as you nearly jumped up from your spot on the bed to his side as he crawled through your window, with an admittedly suspicious gait when he stepped back from the window.

“You’re back! What took so long?” You chirped as you stood. Normally you would’ve avoided bombarding him with questions as soon as he’d come back, seeing as he’d likely already been dealing with enough before arriving, but he’d never come home this late before.

The plates on his mask pulled back to show his gorgeous, as usual, yet tired face behind it, exhaustion pulling at the ends of his lips. “Lo siento mami, tomó más tiempo de lo que pensaba, I got caught up with some bad people,” he hummed while carefully removing his clawed hands and leaving them resting in your desk, the rest of his geared suit coming off after until he was left in just his shirt and some nice sweatpants. Without all of the extra gear, you had a better chance to size him up before he pulled you into his embrace.

You suspected he kept it brief to avoid/distract you from worrying about him, which was hard to do when you noticed the slight discoloration on his ankle when part of his pant leg moved and his attempt to not put as much pressure on that foot when he walked, paired with the way his nose scrunched when he moved and his right side of his torso flexed.

Part of you admired his dedication to protecting you from knowing too much about what he did as the Prowler and trying to be a role model for you. The other part of you thought he was a fool for not letting you in and allowing you to help, which you often voiced your opinion on.

“They had you at it for hours? Are you alright?” You buried your face into his chest to get a whiff of his cologne and what you were sure was a hint of blood and outside. He mirrored your actions by resting his head on top of yours, making you appreciate past you for choosing to oil your scalp earlier that night.

“I’m alright, but why are you still up? I’ve told you about-” “I’m awake-” you cut your boyfriend off before he could start to lecture you, which you didn’t want to hear no matter how much you loved his accent, “because my boyfriend promised to be home for movie night but instead left me worrying for his safety all night then has the nerve to lie to me when he finally makes it back hours later.”

A look you’d learned was his attempt at hiding his guilty conscience crossed his face before he rose a brow at your accusation of lying. “Wait, wha-” this time he cut himself off when your arm slithered back from around his waist and you used to fingers to dig into his side, causing Miles to jerk back and wince, holding his side.

"¡Hijo de puta! What’s your deal Y/N?! Eso duele como el infierno! Jesus-”

You tried (and failed) to hold back from giggling at his irritated gaze before grabbing him by both hands and leading him to your bed, practically forcing him to sit down at the edge, not that he tried to fight back.

“Consider it karma, Miles. If you’re gonna go out and do dangerous shit at least don’t lie to my face about it,” you tsked, kneeling down as you ignored the pointed glare and mean mug he sent your way as his nose scrunched and he muttered something under his breath about you being cruel. Lifting the side of his shirt up, you eyed the damage his assumed rivals must have caused before he came, black and purple bruises littering his side in different colors and shades. You sucked your teeth, looking up at him with narrowed eyes which he only responded with by looking off to the side and biting the inside of his cheek.

Moving down, you pulled his pant leg up to see matching colors on his ankle, and given his previous limp you’d have to take a guess as to what happened. He hardly ever let you treat him in any capacity, which was mostly due to him feeling the need to always be treating you, but judging from the look in your eyes Miles knew he didn’t really have a choice this go round.

“It looks sprained, and those bruises are gonna take forever to heal. Do you need an ice pack?” “Please.” You we’re already rising to your seat, not waiting for a response before you quickly and quietly left your room to go retrieve one from the kitchen without waiting your parent(s).

When you returned, you were carrying an ice pack, along with some bandages to keep it in place and a small snack just in case he hadn’t eaten in a while, and knowing how he gets when he prioritizes being the Prowler over everything else, he likely hasn’t. He’d taken the liberty of finishing off the rest of your joint, evident by the evidence still being in his hand and the smoke blown into your mouth when you leaned in for a quick deep kiss before kneeling once again to work on his ankle the best you could. You were by no means a professional, but your attempt was better than leaving it alone and your guilty conscience wouldn’t let you even if you wanted to.

As you worked in silence the initial tension in the air seemed to ease up, partially due to the weed, but you couldn’t help but still be slightly bothered by how worried you’d been for him. Yeah, he made it back relatively okay this time despite his lateness, but what about next time, and the time after that?

“Y/N.”

Miles’ voice pulled you out of your thoughts, mainly due to the fact that he hardly ever called you by your first name, and you realized that you’d been quietly staring at the floor for a while after finishing up treating his injuries. You could feel him reach down to grab both your hands and pull you up to his feet until you were standing between both of his legs looking down at him.

“You worry too much,” he started, but that didn’t help at all to ease your mind. “You don’t worry enough! Miles, you were supposed to be here hours ago. How can you expect me to just sit around and go about my normal routine knowing that you’re out their risking your life nearly every night? I can’t do that for you and you know that!”

Miles felt guilt creeping up his throat, this felt like a long overdue conversation. “I don’t expect that of you, but what do you want me to do mami? I can’t just drop out and you know that. All of this- I do it for you, for us, you know I can’t just back out now, it’s my only sense of normalcy ever since-” he didn’t finish his sentence, but you didn’t need him to. You couldn’t bear to look him in eyes, your heartstrings tugging painfully at the reminder of how he ended him the way he was now.

You’d been there for him through the worst of it, when his father died, when the city went to shit. It was awful for a very long time, your only glimpse of hope being when Miles seemingly started regaining a sense of who he was long after the fact. You’d been happy for him, encouraging him to go out more and constantly reminding him that you were there for him. Unbeknownst to you, the “healthy” outlet he’d been using to cope with the fact was sneaking out with his Uncle to commit crimes on behalf of some of the worst known criminals. You’d be lying if you said you approved, that you were okay with what he did and that you thought Miles was too, but you’d learned to accept it on account of the fact that there really wasn’t any other option. You knew you couldn’t even entertain the thought of not always being by his side, you needed him just as much as he needed you.

You couldn’t argue with his point and couldn’t hold eye contact, trying to look off to the side to avoid his hardened gaze but he was quick to gently take hold of your chin and turn your head back to him, making a warm feeling crawl up your neck.

“Siento haberte preocupado, mi amor. Do you remember the promise I made you when I first told you?” He asked.

It was a random callback, but you remember it as clear as day, the night you’d shown up at Miles’ house to surprise him with a gift you found at the mall which reminded you of him, sitting in his room awaiting his return only for him to crawl in through the window clad in Prowler gear mid-unmasking. You swore you could still occasionally hear the sound of your jaw hitting the floor.

“You promised that you’d never keep another secret from me,” you recalled with a small sigh, feeling your shoulders drop.

“And?”

“And…that no matter what you’d always come back home to me.”

“Dije que nunca te dejaré esperando a alguien que nunca volverá a casa,” Miles’ hands caressed your sides before falling still at your hips. “I promised to always, no matter what, come back, no?”

Your hands fell down to his shoulders, tilting your head until your foreheads were touching and you could feel his breathe hitting your collarbone.

“I’m sorry baby, I just…”

“No need to apologize, mami, I don’t blame you.”

His words ease your concern, but you know that the issue is too big for one conversation to solve. At the same time, however, it’s also out of concern.

Deciding that you’ve stressed yourself out more than enough for one night, you move away from him to flop back onto your bed before tugging on his arm to bring him down with you. Miles wraps his arms around your waist to bring you closer and you throw a leg over both of his while being careful to not hurt any of his already injured parts, burying your face into the crook of his neck while your free hand reaches to run your nails across the part for his braids.

“They got you good, huh? Messed up your pretty braids n’ everything, they were so neat,” you mumbled, making Miles chuckle.

“You can always do ‘em again for me, huh mami? You always do them the best.”

“And you missed out of movie night, I had the best trilogy picked out…” he could practically feel your pout on his neck.

“How ‘bout I make it all up to you tomorrow? No school, I’ll take you shopping and we’ll go eat someplace nice. Then we can watch all the movies you want, I can even find a decent theater for us, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’d like that…” judging by the slur, he knew you were practically out for the night, which was confirmed by the yawn that followed your words. He let a small smile tug at his lips as he kissed your forehead before pulling the blankets up to covered the two of you.

“Buenas noches, mami.”

“G’night baby.”

[siren-serenity]

welcome to spider society

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 let's start from the very beginning...i was bitten by a radioactive spider and i am this universe's one and only: spiderman.

-all written by 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍-

note: the ones with (nsfw) are not suitable for minors! minors dni. however, those without any other labelling are safe for everyone :)

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐔𝐏, 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑? 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 note: i will only write sfw for gwen stacy, miles morales, and pravitr prabhakar because they are children/minors unless they are aged up appropriately. i will allow romantic/nsfw as long as the reader is appropriate aged compared to the character (no large age gaps allowed) the numbers next to each spiderman/woman's title is their earth number. ex, gwen's is earth-65, the MCU is earth-19999, miguel's is earth-928 (2099 means the year he was spiderman, not his earth code). if anyone knows what is hobie brown and peter b parker's earth-code, please comment! thank you &lt;3

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝟗𝟐𝟖, 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 ↳˳;; ❝ what did i do to deserve youᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ i got youᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ cold hands (let me warm them up)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"i'll drop anything and everything, even the fate of the multiverse, if it meant that you would always be by my side forever," there is a flame lit alight in miguel o'hara's mesmerizing crimson irises. his grip on your biceps is desperate as his face contorts into an emotion of fear. as if he was about to lose you. "te amo, mi vida."

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝟔𝟓, 𝐆𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐘 ↳˳;; ❝ _______________ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"you're the only one that truly understands me...do you know i haven't had anyone this close to me since peter passed on? you're the only one."

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝟏𝟔𝟏𝟎, 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 ↳˳;; ❝ sunsets over the cityᵕ̈೫˚∗

"don't look in that book!" miles morales spluttered, eyes widened adorably as he attempted to snatch the book out of your hands. you responded with giggles, ducking and dodging his attacks. "it's filled with doodles of you- i mean notes for school!"

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝟓𝟎𝟏𝟎𝟏, 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐑 ↳˳;; ❝ _______________ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"how was school today? i know it's rough, but we'll get through this together!"

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝟒𝟐, 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 ↳˳;; ❝ _______________ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"i'll let the world burn before a scratch hurts you, mi vida."

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊, 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 ↳˳;; ❝ _______________ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"i'm about to go off to a parade," hobie brown offhandily mentions before looking you in the eye. there is a sparkle glinting off his irises and the spikes are outlined in the light of your and his bedroom. he reaches out, a beckoning hand in your direction. "wanna join me in rebelling against the government, love?"

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝟔𝟏𝟔, 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 ↳˳;; ❝ _______________ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"go easy on me!" peter b parker chuckled, pushing you playfully. mayday babbled aimlessly while still being attached to his chest. you cooed at her, beaming as she reached out for you. peter cleared his throat, feeling a bit left out and continued the conversation as you both walked through the halls. "it isn't easy being a mentor, okay?"

[girlactionfigure]

GREES TO CEASEFIRE TERMS

🎯 Earlier today, the IDF conducted a precise, intelligence-based strike near Beirut, eliminating Mohammed Afif, the Chief Propagandist and Spokesperson of Hezbollah.

Afif, a senior Hezbollah operative since the 1980s, wielded significant influence over the group's military operations. He maintained contact with senior officials and played a critical role in planning and executing attacks against Israel.

Afif directed operatives to gather field footage for propaganda and psychological terror purposes. He also oversaw Hezbollah's responsibility for the UAV attack on the Israeli Prime Minister's residence in Caesarea on October 19, 2024.

Known for inciting violence and glorifying terrorism through Lebanese media, Afif was deeply involved in psychological warfare targeting the Israeli public, solidifying his pivotal role in Hezbollah's anti-Israel agenda.

🔸 Lebanon has informed the US administration of its agreement to the proposed ceasefire terms. US mediator Amos Hochstein is expected in Beirut on Tuesday to review the proposal's details.

⚠️ Iranian MP Ebrahim Azizi, head of the parliament's national security and foreign policy committee, warned that all Israeli facilities are "legitimate targets" for the Islamic Republic. He threatened retaliation "far more severe" than previous operations against Israel.

🔷 Hamas leaders have reportedly left Qatar for Turkey, as reported by Israel's Channel 11.

🎗️ Defense Minister Israel Katz convened a meeting with defense officials to discuss the hostages. A separate meeting included Shin Bet head Ronen Bar, IDF Chief of Staff Lt. Gen. Herzi Halevi, Mossad Director David Barnea, and Maj. Gen. (res.) Nitzan Alon to coordinate efforts to secure the hostages' return.

⭕ The Israeli Air Force intercepted a hostile UAV approaching from the east. Sirens were sounded in Eilat per protocol, and the UAV was neutralized before entering Israeli airspace.

[lilacliquors]

Also if you’re still into miguel i’m just gonna put this idea out there….

Edging miguel o’hara until he’s an overstimulated mess no thoughts brain empty and everything is too much and not enough at the same time and he’s begging for something and he’s not even sure what but something – 🥥

on the edge

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

word count: 581

content: 18+ minors dni, pwp, edging, overstimulation, sub!miguel, dom!reader, oral (m receiving), miguel is 100% a begger

notes: it's about time i wrote a longer miguel piece. and yes i chose the 'no puedo más' scene i had to. side note, i am not a native spanish speaker. i did, however, take 5 years of it in school, plus one semester in college. if you're a native speaker or just have more experience in speaking it and you see any errors, let me know and i'll fix them &lt;3

quick guide: on miguel's earth, 'shocking' and 'shock' replace swears like shit, fuck, fucking, etc. mi vida = my life, mi alma = my soul, mi amor = my love, te amo = i love you

here is the link to the 1k special rules! feel free to request more <3

there was a fine line between ecstasy and torture, and currently, he was toeing it. he was bare and restrained against your bed, his eyes squeezed shut as your hand just ghosted over his aching cock. he couldn't help but arch up slightly, lifting his hips to try and gain more friction, but you simply pulled your hand away as he groaned.

"so... so shocking evil," he panted, and you chuckled quietly.

"but you love it, don't you, my good boy?" you purred, then watched as his arms flexed while he pulled at the restraints. you glanced over your shoulder to the clock that was projected onto the wall. you'd had him like this for close to an hour, and as long as he was still with you, you had another trick or two left.

"mhm, mhm, te amo mucho," he whispered, head thrown back as you gently dragged your thumb over his tip. curses in both english and spanish fell from his lips as you gave his cock a gentle squeeze, and you watched his chest rise and fall.

"you still with me?" you asked softly, letting go of his shaft so you could crouch by his head, your clean hand stroking over his hair as you did so.

"i am, i am," he murmured, tilting his head back to meet your touch. you pressed a kiss to his cheek, then stood back up as his muscles relaxed. ever so gently, you climbed onto the bed and straddled him, faced his cock, and took it into your hand again. behind you, he hissed, and you heard the creaking of the bed as he strained. you lowered your head and took his tip into your mouth, your tongue flattening against it as you hummed.

"por favor, quiero tocarte (want to touch you), mi alma, mi vida," he whimpered, and you pulled away from his cock.

"not yet, naughty thing," you said, then took him back into your mouth. your hand pumped and massaged what you couldn't take, and he hissed and groaned.

his words were coming out jumbled, a mix of breathy spanish and frantic english, to the point where you couldn't even understand him. yet he didn't give you the signal to stop, three snaps of his fingers, so you continued to bob your head up and down his shaft.

"please, please, no te detengas (don't stop). se siente tan bien (it feels so good). oh shit..."

his hips thrusted upwards, and you moaned around his cock as he began to cum, and you let your hands rest on his thighs, massaging them as you took all he had to give you. when his hips stilled, you pulled back, and you hummed in satisfaction.

carefully, you turned around so you could face him, and as you gazed down at him, you'd never seen such a beautiful sight. his skin was glistening with sweat, his chest was heaving, and his eyes were shut in bliss. you inched forward a bit and took his face in your hands, letting your thumbs brush along his cheeks ever so gently.

"how are you feeling?" you asked him softly as he nuzzled into your palm.

"m'good, promise," he whispered, a small smile on his lips.

"you did so good for me, mi amor," you praised, and he hummed as he opened one eye.

"te amo mucho," he murmured, and you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"yo también te amo, miguel. (i love you too, miguel)"

[julianalvarez9]

mrs félix / joão félix

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[disney-is-mylife]

My Disney Villain Categorization because I have lost control of my life

Disclaimer: I am ONLY counting movies from the Walt Disney Animation Studios line-up. That means, no Pixar, DisneyToon, no live-action, etc etc.

If y'all ever want to know what kind of Disnerd I am..... here ya go. I don't come up with theories or headcanons. Instead, I categorize! So here's the giant list no one asked for lmao:

~~~

There are Four Major Categories:

Totalitarianism

Personal Grudge

Means to an End

Ambiguous

Each category has two sub-categories, plus sometimes an extra sub-sub-category:

Totalitarianism: The Selfish Tyrant & Imperialism

Personal Grudge: Rise to Power (Aka, Hate Your Dad) & Obsession

Means to an End: Animal/Child Cruelty & Forces of Nature

Ambiguous: Intangible & It's Complicated

Without any further ado, let's dive in!

Tier 1: Totalitarianism

The Selfish Tyrant

What it says on the tin. Already a monarch, already has power, and just abuses it for their own personal reasons.

Queen of Hearts (Alice in Wonderland)

Prince John (Robin Hood)

King Candy/Turbo (Wreck-It Ralph)

King Magnifico (Wish)

Imperialism

Even if it's not literally imperialism, these are the villains who are interested in "spreading" their power, to subjugate others for their own selfish needs, etc.

The Horned King (The Black Cauldron)

Ratigan (The Great Mouse Detective)

Gov. Ratcliffe (Pocahontas)

Shan Yu (Mulan)

Lt. Rourke (Atlantis: The Lost Empire)

Alameda Slim (Home on the Range)

King Runeard (Frozen 2)

~~~

Tier 2: Personal Grudge

Rise to Power (aka, Hate You/Your Dad)

This formula was particularly popular during the Renaissance (almost HALF of those films employed this!)

Ursula (The Little Mermaid)

Jafar (Aladdin)

Scar (The Lion King)

Hades (Hercules)

Yzma (The Emperor's New Groove)

Dr. Facilier (The Princess and the Frog)

Hans (Frozen)

Bellwether (Zootopia)

Obsession

These are the villains who don't want or need more power, but rather are fixated on the protagonist, for one reason or another.

Revenge:

Evil Queen (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan)

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)

Shere Khan (The Jungle Book)

Amos Slade (The Fox and the Hound)

Bowler Hat Guy (Meet the Robinsons)

Callaghan (Big Hero 6)

Control:

Most of these are toxic romantic abusers, but familial ones are counted as well.

Lumpjaw (Fun & Fancy Free; the Bongo sequence)

Lady Tremaine (Cinderella)

Gaston (Beauty and the Beast)

Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Jack-in-the-Box (Fantasia 2000; the Steadfast Tin Soldier sequence)

Mother Gothel (Tangled)

Ralph (Ralph Breaks the Internet)

~~~~~

Tier 3: Means to an End

Cruelty

These are the villains who have no real interest in "power," but are willing to use unethical methods to get what they want (usually monetary or material desires).

Animal:

Cruella DeVil (101 Dalmatians)

Edgar (The Aristocats)

Clayton (Tarzan)

Child:

Every single Pinocchio villain (besides Monstro lol)!!

Medusa (The Rescuers)

Sykes (Oliver & Company)

McCleach (The Rescuers Down Under)

Forces of Nature

What it says on the tin. These aren't really "bad guys," no matter how scary they appear. They're just Nature and a source of conflict for our heroes.

Monstro (Pinocchio)

T-Rex (Fantasia; the Rite of Spring sequence)

"Man" (Bambi)

The Wolf (Make Mine Music; Peter & the Wolf sequence)

The Rat (Lady and the Tramp)

Black Bear (The Fox and the Hound)

The Firebird (Fantasia 2000; the Firebird Suite sequence)

Carnotaurus (Dinosaur)

Te Ka (Moana)

Don't Fuck with the Fae

Same principle as Forces of Nature, only fantastical/supernatural examples, and as a result, are often more petty or cruel. But mostly, they don't actually do any harm when left alone. But if you cross their path....

Zeus (Fantasia; the Pastoral Symphony sequence)

Chernabog (Fantasia; the Night on Bald Mountain sequence)

Willy the Giant (Fun & Fancy Free; Mickey and the Beanstalk sequence)

The Headless Horseman (The Adventures of Ichabod & Mr. Toad; Sleepy Hollow sequence)

Madam Mim (The Sword in the Stone)

Tamatoa (Moana)

~~~

Tier 4: Ambiguous

Intangible

I'm just gonna list the films that have a sorta "villain"-ish, in the sense that there's a major conflict/theme that hurts the protagonists, but is mostly very.... vague or metaphorical.

Dumbo (society/prejudice)

Lady and the Tramp (classism/animal cruelty)

The Fox & the Hound (yes, I counted Amos Slade and the Bear previously, but the "true" villain is Prejudice)

Brother Bear (ironically, would fit under "Obsession/Revenge"..... if the target was more than just an ordinary bear)

Chicken Little (society/bad parents)

Bolt (reality)

Encanto (generational trauma)

Strange World (generational trauma)

It's Complicated:

Honestly, I straight up could not decide on a category for these movies because their "villains" are much more complicated than your average Disney antagonist.

Lilo & Stith

Treasure Planet

Raya and the Last Dragon

And finally!

No Villains:

Here's the handful of Disney movies with absolutely ZERO villains or major antagonists or themes that can be interpreted as the "true" villain/conflict.

(I don't count the Heffalumps and Woozles, because they only exist in Pooh's dream lol)

Saludos Amigos

The Three Cabelleros

Melody Time

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh (2011)

[nonuwhore]

34 + 39 com o bangchan!!!

Eu amo a ideia dele sendo um boboca quando ta com crush e falando umas vergonhas. Tambem amo a ideia de ele ser mais confiante na cama, só que um poço de nervos as vezes.

O cenario é com voce mas eu poderia pedir uma personagem negra de cabelo crespo, se as características forem citadas.

Eu amo sua escrita!! Feliz um ano!!!

GRANDE EVENTO DE 1 ANO DE ANIVERSÁRIO DO NONUWHORE!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

34. “Vou te beijar agora e se você não quiser é só dar um soco na minha cara.” + 39. “Você é muito cheirosa/cheiroso.” “Obrigada?”  contém: quase um friends to lovers; um pouquinho de angst; a leitora é descrita com características de uma mulher negra, mas acredito que qualquer uma possa se identificar; chan é um criminoso. o crime é amar demais; smut: fingering (f); linguagem vulgar; dry humping; menção a chupões.  contagem de palavras: 2k nota da autora: o tanto que eu tava animada pra escrever esse pedido!!!!! como mulher negra eu me senti realizada escrevendo, sério, espero que esse cenário atinja outras leitoras como nós. muito obrigada por participar do evento &lt;3

Era a quarta vez desde que Chan começou a fazer parte do grupo das suas amigas que ele reclamava sobre uma garota.

“Que cara é essa?”, você perguntou empurrando o ombro dele carinhosamente. “Deixa eu adivinhar, mulher?”

“Como você sabe?”, respondeu, resignado, enquanto puxava a touca preta para cima e revelava os cabelos em um emaranhado. Tentou organizar os fios os separando com os dedos, mas desistiu, colocando a touca mais uma vez.

“Sempre que você tá com essa cara é mulher. É um padrão.”, você o encarou enquanto ele encarava horizonte atrás de você, observando o sol se pôr pela janela ampla que revelava a rua movimentada e o alaranjado virar um azul escuro, denso e profundo. “É a mesma da outra vez?”

“Não.”

“Não? E qual é o problema dessa vez?”

“O mesmo da outra.”

“Chan.”

“É sério, essa também tem um relacionamento aberto e só me disse depois que a gente já tinha saído várias vezes.”

“Porra.”

“Pois é”, ele bebericou o café sem tirar os olhos do vidro, e se silenciou.

Vocês não tinham tanta intimidade assim. Acabou de você ficar sabendo de todas essas histórias porque você sempre estava lá quando ele contava para a melhor amiga dele, que também era a sua. Chan havia se mudado há alguns meses e não conhecendo ninguém na cidade, estava sempre com vocês. Sempre. Exceto quando estava sendo feito de gato e sapato por alguma garota, o que era todas as outras vezes. Chan era um cara legal, muito bonito e extremamente carinhoso e atencioso, mas você pessoalmente ainda precisava ver mais dele para deixá-lo entrar na sua vida de fato, já que a maioria das vezes que vocês conversavam era junto do grupo. Hoje era a primeira vez que vocês ficavam completamente sozinhos, e isso só tinha acontecido porque ele acabara de terminar o turno dele e você esperava para começar o seu. Você podia dizer que gostava dele, principalmente depois do dia em que ele te acompanhou até em casa enquanto você passava mal, mesmo que isso significasse atravessar a cidade porque vocês moravam em direções completamente opostas.

“Você deve me achar um trouxa, né?”

A pergunta te atingiu em cheio e sua expressão não foi a mais amigável possível. “Eu? Claro que não! Por que eu acharia isso?”

“Porque eu sou”, respondeu, dando de ombros. Apesar da sequência de foras, você nunca tinha o visto tão… Decepcionado. Ele sempre era animado e brincalhão, e fazia piada até desses acontecimentos, mas dessa vez você achava que, seja lá o que tivesse acontecido, tinha mexido com ele de uma forma diferente.

Você segurou a mão dele por cima da mesa. Chan finalmente te olhou e você assistiu os olhos escuros e tensos se tornarem mais suaves. Ele encarou seus dedos segurando parcialmente os dele e o conforto que eles transmitiam mesmo estando tão mal encaixados, para segundos depois segurá-los com mais força, observando como você se arrumou na cadeira, sem intenção nenhuma de largá-lo, retribuindo o aperto. “Você não é o problema, cara, eu pelo menos não acho que seja. Quando uma pessoa boa é ferida porque fez o bem ela não é a errada, e sim o contrário”, afirmou, com as sobrancelhas levantadas como sempre fazia quando colocava sua opinião. Ele achava fofo. “Você só precisa parar de se envolver com casada!”, sua piada o fez dar um sorriso de lado, que revelava um covinha tímida e se transformou em um sorriso aberto que fazia os olhos dele se fecharem também gradativamente. Você olhou mais uma vez a mão dele entrelaçada na sua observando contraste entre as suas peles e seu coração fez um movimento peculiar.  

“Agora vai pra casa, eu tenho que trabalhar”, sua gerente te olhava de canto de olho enquanto olhava também para o relógio. “A gente se vê amanhã.”

“Eu tô de folga amanhã.”

“Também?”, ele assentiu, pegando o casaco e a mochila, e antes de ir, beijou sua bochecha com um selar demorado. Você sentiu seu corpo se aquecer com o toque dele, apesar de lá fora fazer menos de dois dígitos de temperatura, e pensou como alguém poderia ser tão cruel com um ser tão… Qual era o adjetivo que você pretendia usar? O que Bang Chan era pra você que havia tanta dificuldade em defini-lo?  

Quando seu turno terminou às 23h, e como mais ninguém saia nesse horário, você sempre deixava o café como um tiro em direção a estação de metrô, mas dessa vez algo te impediu. Do outro lado da avenida, sentado em um bar, olhando o celular com uma concentração inabalável, você avistou Chan. Atravessou o farol com uma pequena corrida e caminhou rapidamente até a mesa que ele estava sentado.

“Por que você não tá em casa?”, ele demorou para levantar os olhos e identificar que você era você, mas quando o fez, um sorriso cansado e animado surgiu no rosto sério.

“‘Tava assistindo um filme pelo TikTok, você sabia que dá pra fazer isso? Óbvio, você precisa assistir em várias partes, mas também sempre tem uma narração em cima que te ajuda-”, Chan tagarelava sem parar, sendo o Chan de sempre, mas essa não era a resposta que você queria.

“Por que você ‘tá assistindo um filme pelo TikTok em um bar que nosso salário não paga em vez de estar em casa, Bang Chan?”, seu tom imperativo e os braços em riste em posição de ataque sempre pegavam ele de jeito.

“Eu marquei com aquela menina aqui, mas ela não veio”, o tom de naturalidade dele fez seu sangue ferver.

“Que filha da puta!”

Ele fez uma careta e levantou os ombros sem fazer questão do assunto enquanto matava o último gole de cerveja.

“Você tá bem? Quanto você bebeu?”, você abaixou o rosto na altura do dele, tentando encontrar algum sinal de embriaguez, mas principalmente preocupada com o comportamento inusitado dele. Já Chan conseguiu observar o formato da sua boca, seu pescoço a mostra pelo cabelo crespo preso em um coque e como você era ainda mais bonita de perto com a luz da lua iluminando a sua pele.

“Literalmente uma garrafa, você foi bastante precisa quando disse que esse bar não é pra gente. Nossa, você é muito cheirosa.”

“Obrigada?”, você respondeu, pega desprevenida mais um vez e apenas depois de responder percebeu que aquilo era um elogio. Suas bochechas arderam e você as apalpou, tentando entender se algo tinha te acertado.

“Vem, vou te levar pra casa”, disse passando o braço ao redor do seu pescoço e começou a caminhar em direção ao transporte público.

“Vai?”

“Vou.”

Vocês terminaram de ver o filme que Chan assistia pelo Youtube, e ele fez questão que fosse um compilado do TikTok, porque a narração era parte importante da obra. 

“Foi uma experiência, isso eu não posso negar”, você admitiu, colocando o balde de pipoca vazio no móvel onde a TV estava agora desligada. Ele segurava a unha entre os dentes, sorrindo sem motivo, enquanto te observava sentar ao lado dele no sofá. “Que foi? Você tá muito felizinho pra quem tomou um pé na bunda.”

“Nada não”, ele abriu o zíper do casaco até a metade do peito e cruzou os braços, parecendo que precisava contar alguma coisa urgentemente. “A gente nunca ficou tanto tempo sozinho, né? Sempre tem tanta gente e um monte de coisas acontecendo ao mesmo tempo.”

Você o olhou, desconfiada. “Tem certeza que você só bebeu uma garrafa? O efeito tá demorando passar…”, antes que você terminasse ele chamou seu nome, em um tom baixo e grave e você sentiu os pelos da sua nuca reagirem, mais pelo jeito como a palavra saiu da boca dele, como se de fato ele precisasse te contar um segredo e esse segredo fosse mudar a história da sua vida, do que pelo tom que ele usou. Como se seu nome fosse um feitiço, que dito por ele, não te daria chance de escapar. 

Seu corpo ficou paralisando assistindo Chan chegar mais perto de você, mais perto até que prendesse os dedos dele nos seus como você tinha feito mais cedo e os rostos estivessem tão próximos que você conseguia sentir o hálito quente na sua própria boca. “Vou te beijar agora e se você não quiser é só dar um soco na minha cara.” 

Droga, você nem tinha dúvidas. Só fechou os olhos e sentiu a boca dele grudar na sua com traço de pressa, mas com tanta delicadeza e destreza que apertar a mão dele parecia ser a única forma de pedir para que ele não parasse, porque seu cérebro não funcionava mais. Bang Chan sempre foi assim? Quente? Macio? Cheiroso? Sua cabeça estava em negação todo esse tempo e não conseguia ver que ele era assim?

Segurou sua nuca, puxando sua boca e todo o resto do seu corpo para mais perto enquanto suas mãos encontraram o pescoço dele, se apoiando e impedindo caso ele parasse de sugar os lábios do jeito que fazia, retribuindo os movimentos em um silêncio sucral, e quando ele parou por um segundo sua boca se impulsionou para frente, procurando a dele. “Vou entender isso como sim”, Chan te avisou, enquanto deslizava o nariz no seu, “Porque sua boca… Não consigo parar”, concluiu antes de beijar canto dela e devorá-la de novo, deitando sobre você pouco a pouco e notando que você terminava de descer o zíper do moletom dele.

Você precisava tocar ele, sentir mais do calor na sua pele, já que os lábios dele brincando com seus, a língua circulando a sua e o jeito ele te segurava não era suficiente. Chan gemeu baixinho quando seu joelho se levantou um pouco e topou com o volume entre as pernas dele. Quando você percebeu o que havia tocado, tudo que conseguiu fazer foi gemer de volta, sentido seu próprio canal se retrair contra o vazio. “Droga…”, você xingou quando ele parou para olhar seu rosto anuviado, mesmo com os olhos fechados. “Isso foi..?”

“Foi”, sem pensar em nada, Chan beijou seu pescoço, demoradamente, e fez o mesmo com toda a pele dessa região. Sentia sua respiração ficar mais descompassada a cada vez que ele descia mais os selares. “Eu não ‘tava brincando quando disse que você é cheirosa. Cheirosa pra caralho.”

“Chan”, ele olhou para cima e encontrou seus olhos vidrados nele.

“Diz”, ele sabia o que você queria. Conseguia ver como você apertava suas pernas uma contra a outra, procurando por atrito e não querendo te provocar, mas precisando também te sentir, apertou sua cintura por cima da roupa, descendo até os seus quadris.

“Eu…”, sua voz falhou, parecendo um miado assustado que ele achou tão excitante. “Porra, não brinca comigo”, seu olhar vibrante o fez perceber que era impossivel resistir a qualquer coisa que você fizesse. Te beijou de novo, levando o próprio joelho agora ao centro das suas coxas e sentindo como você automaticamente passou a se roçar contra ele, com o corpo mole, mas necessitada de um pouco de pressão ali, que ele começou a aplicar ao mesmo tempo que apertava seu peito. Beijou seu pescoço de novo, beijos de boca aberta que deixariam no mínimo uma manchinha na sua pele negra cintilante, mas que não parecia um problema para você, já que sempre que os dentes roçavam nela, você esfregava com mais força na perna dele.

“Me diz que você tá tão molhada quanto eu”, perguntou, sentindo o líquido pré gozo colar na cueca.

“Quer confirmar?”, Chan te olhou no mesmo momento e você sorriu, disfarçando o constrangimento. Você nunca tinha o visto sorrir com tantos dentes. Os dedos foram no cós da sua calça, abrindo com cuidado, e mergulhando para dentro, encontrou prontamente uma pocinha no lugar. Você segurou o ar, apesar dele quase não ter te tocado, e quando ele o fez, usando dois dedos para explorar os lábios encharcados, você soltou o pulmão com a mesma intensidade. Gemeu, alucinada, quando ele circulou sua entrada, ameaçando adentrá-la, mas não o fez.

“Eu posso-”

“Por favor, por favor”, sua mão segurou os cabelos da nuca dele, se preparando para o pior. Chan inseriu lentamente as digitais, olhando sua boca se abrir e não emitir nenhum som, mas sentido que sua cintura continuava indo em direção a palma dele. A imagem o fez friccionar o membro apertado dentro da calça na sua perna, imaginando com você o receberia ali, tão quente e molhada. 

Cada vez que Chan movimentava os dedos e atingia uma parte ainda mais sensível, você se contraia espontaneamente, como se ele tivesse encontrado o botão certo no lugar certo. “Promete pra mim que você vai fazer isso quando eu estiver te fudendo. Por favor, não desperdiça essa habilidade nos meus dedos….” 

Você riu, completamente aérea e riu mais forte imaginando o que ele disse. “Chan… O que a gente tá fazendo?”

“Não sei, mas não acredito que você se escondeu esse tempo todo de mim.”

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