#Mate-me Por Favor

[esqueletosgays]

MATE-ME POR FAVOR / KILL ME PLEASE (2015)

Director: Anita Rocha da Silveira Cinematography: João Atala

[suspirocotidiano]

Porque rock & roll tem a ver com perder o controle. O negócio não é se sentar no seu lugar e compreender tudo o que acontece. O negócio é ter uma experiência caótica.

Mate-me Por Favor – Legs McNeil e Gillian McCain

[anditwentlikethis]

Eduardo Quaresma, olha para mim, é o seguinte: é pensares que se tivesses marcado aquele golo, o Dani não tinha feito o golo depois e portanto ficava 1-1 na mesma e os holandeses até vinham para cima de nós mais cedo e se calhar marcavam de novo e nós perdíamos

[goodyankeedeadyankee]

"Amanda x Wooly cringe fanchilds hahaha"

I updated this shit (and I make other) HAHAHA.

(friendly reminder in this AU Amanda has 29 years old and Wooly has 32)

If I had to explain their personalities better. I feel like Peach is a bit sarcastic and firm with her words, obedient and afraid of almost everything, which makes her a foul-spoken girl (she swears shamelessly most of the time HAHAHA), but above all, she is loving and attentive to her family, she is very protective of James and respects and loves her parents.

James is a very sweet boy, but he is also very tantrumy and very stubborn, constantly looking to prove that he is capable and that he can fend for himself, even if no one asked him. Not enough with that, he's allergic to the gluten, and that precisely makes he fight a lot with Peach, because she can eat "the funny things"

actually they fight a lot (usually with physical aggression because James is mute and they take a lot of time insulting each other in sign language) they even fight more than amanda and wooly HAHAHA. But I feel that unlike them, they manage to reconcile and apologize to each other.

And well, they have a monster form too, specially James, who is a beast in his totality and he can't recognize nothing or anyone when he's transformed. He's even more stronger than his mother, but he can easily defeated by her (?)

Peach doesn't change so much. Her monster form is only her with horns, that white things in the eyes, a tail and sharp nails. She only transforms when she's really mad, but she don't attack to anyone o something else.

And...idk, Amanda has the James' custody and Wooly has the Peach's.

Please don't kill me.

[elbiotipo]

shouldn't it be "domo arigato Roboto-san"

[hnwaltz]

ME QUIERO MORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR

[deadtothebones]

Estoy menstruando y me duele todo, extraño a mi papá y encima tengo que estudiar ☠️

[wachi-delectrico]

Silly bug was hanging out on the Raid can so I took some photos ans saved it from its own bug brain

[quemirabobo]

WHATWHATWHATWHATWHATUAAAAAAT??

[apute11as]

Everything happens for a reason part 4

Summary: Both of your national teammates find out your little secret, you both get a little scare and Alexia has some making up to do!

Warnings:⚠️ pregnancy?, mentions of miscarriage (doesn’t actually happen), angst

Masterlist (contains other parts)

~~~~~

You’d hung up the phone almost immediately after dropping the news onto Alexia in a fit of rage. She’d accused you of cheating for fucks sake who wouldn’t be angry. Your phone constantly lit up with notifications beside you, tears that had halted temporarily began flowing again. You were spiralling yet again, your breathing picked up but this time you managed to calm yourself down before you panicked, focusing on the baby and grounding yourself.

For once, you were quite thankful to have your own room in the hotel, it provided you the peace you needed right now. Flipping your phone over, you were met with several messages from your wife.

“Lo siento bebita, please talk to me”

“I’m an idiot I’m so sorry let me know you’re ok”

“I didn’t know amor answer me por favor”

Tear tracks stained your cheeks as you wandered out of your room, needing to clear your head. Now that your wife knew about the pregnancy, you were much less concerned with subtly (that much was clear in the way you wandered out of your room looking worse for wear). You trudged along and reached the elevator, pushing the button to take you to the hotel’s communal area.

Upon reaching it, you were met with the presence of several of your national team mates, strewn around in various places. Georgia and Leah were currently in an intense game of FIFA, Lucy and Millie were laughing at something on Lucy’s phone. Alessia was sat next to Ella and Mary on the large sofa.

As you took it all in, you met Alessia’s eyes and saw the look of pity they contained.

“ah look what the cat dragged in” jeered Mary loudly, catching the attention of your other teammates. “Wait are you alright lovey?” She asked worry clear in her tone.

“Yes sorry” you laughed wiping your eyes “just a little personal trouble” you offered

“hmm you’ve had an awful lot of that lately y/n are you sure you’re ok?” questioned Leah, trying to maintain a stern, captainly tone but failing miserable as her concern shined through the facade.

“Yes it’s just something to do with my relationship that’s all” you replied. It wasn’t a lie, especially not after the heated conversation you’d had with your wife who was still blowing up your phone with apologies and phone calls.

“Oh shit y/n I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be pushy” grimaced Leah

“It’s alright you’re captain it’s your job, plus it’s nice that you care” you answered

“Of course I care y/n we all do, you’ve been so down lately and we’ve not known what it was” she replied, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Yeah you literally turned down my secret chocolates the other day” bellowed Georgia

“What secret chocolates?” Asked Leah with a raised eyebrow

“Erm nothing” cowered Georgia

“Sorry guys I didn’t mean to make you worried it’s just…” you trailed off pondering to yourself. Telling them would run the risk of it getting out somehow, not that you didn’t trust your teammates but it was more that staff would over here and spread it to the wrong person. Although, if you swore them to secrecy what’s the worst that could happen? Rumours regularly circulated about you, specifically yours and Alexia’s relationship. Not long ago someone had started a crazy rumour that the two of you had gotten a divorce and that you were moving to Arsenal.

“Earth to y/n” said Leah as she waved a hand in your face.

“Sorry my mind wandered” you apologised

“It’s alright, what were you saying?” Leah asked, a curious expression on her face.

“I’m pregnant!” you blurted without a second thought.

“WHAT?!” Shouted Leah

“You’re pregnant???” added Lucy

“How does that even work?” Asked Ella with a puzzled look

“Yeah I’m pregnant it’s Alexia’s obviously and it’s ivf Ella that’s how that works” you stated bluntly.

“La Reina knocked you up chica” laughed Lucy, earning her a smack on the head from Leah.

“Congratulations y/n! Aren’t you happy?” Asked your captain

“Yes but it’s just causing a bit of an argument at the moment” you replied staring at the phone in your hand, thinking of your earlier phone call.

“Oh I’m sorry darling, but hey it’s something to celebrate with some good food!” Leah announced, signalling to the team that dinner was ready in the dining area.

——

You sat down at the long table amongst your teammates and staff members, Lucy having piled pasta onto your plate after seeing you put a small roll of plain bread and butter.

“You’re eating for two now chica, have to protect putellas’ precious cargo now don’t we” claimed Lucy which earned her a large sigh from you.

You were next to Keira and Leah at the table with Lucy and Mary sat opposite you. Bile had settled in your upper stomach and was threatening to enter your mouth if you attempted to eat anything more. Morning sickness had somehow become ‘every hour of the day sickness’. This realisation had you pushing the pasta around your plate aimlessly with a fork.

“you alright? you’ve barely touched your food” questioned Keira from beside you, alerting the attention of Leah.

“Yeah just feel a bit sick that’s all, the baby won’t let me keep anything down” you said with a half smile

“Try this” said Leah, offering you some plain pasta as a pose to your tomato covered portion. You accepted gratefully as she halved her portion and scraped it onto your plate.

Your stomach already settled at the lack of smell that the pasta possessed. Taking a bite you were nervous, eyes already scanning for the nearest bin.

“Better?” questioned the blonde

“Much better actually, thanks Leah” you smiled, your stomach having settled.

“You sure that the baby is Alexia’s and not Leah’s” joked Mary with a laugh

“Oh God don’t even joke about that I’m surprised Alexia didn’t accuse me of somehow getting pregnant by Alessia” you snarked back.

“So that’s why she was being all weird when she phoned me” chimed Lucy

“Oh no what did she say to you?” You sighed

“She just sounded pissed and was asking after you and then I told her about our conversation earlier and how you were being weird. Then I just mentioned Alessia coming to speak to you so she swore about it and practically hung up instantly” finished Lucy

“Yeah she’s a tad dramatic” you laughed awkwardly.

“She just loves you a lot” added Keira “but I don’t disagree, she’s pretty intense” chuckled the midfielder.

——

You hadn’t spoken to Alexia since the other day, something she hadn’t taken very well. She’d opted to call Lucy and Keira multiple times when she realised you weren’t going to pick up or answer her texts. She’d also not so subtly taken to stalking the lionesses socials, fans picking up on her recent following of them on TikTok, an app she almost never used.

She had tried to leave camp to watch you play Denmark, begging the coaches after Spain’s 5-0 win over Zambia. Unsurprisingly she was met with a hard no and a scolding that saw her spending rest day in the gym with her trainer.

Luckily, training finished just before the second half, meaning Alexia could catch it on the Tv. She practically raced to the showers, before getting ready at record speed and heading team room to the large tv to put on the game. She made it there just for the second half, checking her phone and realising that you were winning 1-0 and had played the whole match so far.

She watched intently, thankful that most of the play was in Denmark’s half and anything you had to do was little more than basic passes at the back.

It was around the 60th minute when the rest of the team joined her, Athenea and Ona moaning at her for hogging the big screen.

“Alexiaaa please can’t you watch this on your iPad?” Begged Athenea

“No” said Alexia sternly

“She’s just watching out potential future opponents” offered Irene weakly

“Nah Ale just wants to watch her girl play” insisted Aitana with a giggle

Alexia’s eyes were fixed on the screen as she stared at you anytime you were on screen. Irene and Jenni were in the corner watching her, discussing whether or not they should be worried.

“She does this often though she’s always studying games she’s obsessed” claimed Jenni

“True but she’s not even watching the game she’s just watching Y/n” replied Irene

“True maybe she’s just super in love it’s kind of cute”

“She looks stressed Jenni, like she’s going to throw up anytime y/n gets the ball I don’t understand”

Alexia’s breath hitched as Pernille harder made a break straight down the middle, heading in your direction. You ran to meet her and time seemed to slow for Alexia as she watched you extend yourself to slide tackle Pernille, the ball ending up back in possession of your team, Pernille landing in a crumpled heap on top of you.

Whilst watching this happen, Alexia let out some sort of unprecedented squeak which gained the attention of her teammates as they shifted themselves to watch the screen. You didn’t get up immediately, Jenni and Irene watching as Alexia drew blood on her hands from digging her nails so hard into her palms.

“Ay dios mio why isn’t she getting up?” Questioned Aitana which caused Alexia to somehow dig her nails even further, the vein in her forehead looked ready to burst from the stress.

They all watched intently, breathing a sigh of relief when Pernille got up and extended a hand to you as you slowly got to your feet. Your shirt had ridden up in the process, Alexia could’ve sworn she could see the early formation of a bump on your lower stomach, something that would be completely unnoticeable unless you were looking for one.

“Alexia are you ok?” asked Misa from her position next to her on the sofa.

Without realising it, Alexia had allowed some tears to roll down her cheek in relief that you and her child were likely fine.

“No I’m not” she replied much to the surprise of everyone. Normally the captain refrained from showing any sort of emotion, especially over something as simple as a risky tackle that her wife made almost every day.

“Alexia what’s going on you don’t normally react like this is everything ok with you? With y/n?” Asked Jenni

“No she’s pregnant and stubborn” stated Alexia as though that were the most mundane statement in the world.

“SORRY WHAT?!” shouted Jenni as the rest of the team jeered in surprise as well.

“Yeah she won’t talk to me either she’s mad at me” said Alexia

“Well I’d be pretty mad if you knocked me up when i was the World Cup squad for my country” stated Jenni sarcastically, earning giggles from the younger girls

“Why’s she mad at you Alexia?” Asked Irene in her mothering tone

“I accused her of cheating, shouted at her and then she said she was pregnant and I told her she shouldn’t play but she’s stubborn”

“Well I can see why she’s mad at you” added Aitana

“I’ve tried talking to her since but she just ignores me, Lucy and Keira said she’s doing fine but she’s refusing to tell their manager too. It’s like she’s pretending it’s not even real”

“She’s stressed Alexia, maybe start asking the right questions and not being angry at her, see it from her perspective” suggested Irene

“She won’t talk to me though”

“I’m going to phone Mary and ask her to put Y/n on the phone for you when the match is over” said Ona

“Ok Gracias Ona” replied alexia

——

The final whistle had gone just over 20 minutes ago, England winning, so Ona took to dialling the her ex-teammate.

“Hi Mary, can you go get y/n please. It’s for Alexia not me” scoffed Ona. “Yes I know she’s mad at her, Alexia is trying to make it better, yes she’s told me the news”

Ona could hear muttering and rustling in the background which resulted in her being met with your voice. She handed her phone to Alexia whose skin had paled significantly. Irene and Jenni took to ushering the team out of the room to give Alexia some privacy.

“Hello?” You called into the phone

“Hola bebita please don’t hang up give me a chance” pleaded Alexia

“Fine what is it Alexia”

“I’m so sorry amor for everything, for how I reacted and for jumping to stupid conclusions about Alessia. I just got jealous of how she made you so happy and I was miserable without you”

“I would never cheat on you Alexia I love you, only you!” You insisted

“I know that bebita I’m just stupid and immature and I’m sorry that I haven’t supported you properly about the pregnancy and that you felt you couldn’t tell me immediately because of what I’d say about playing”

“You would’ve forced me not to play Ale. I need to play because if I’m having the baby I’ll be out for a bit and I might not be as good when I come back so I might not make it to another whilst I’m at a good age”

“Is that what you’re worried about? You’re an amazing player y/n and you’re only 25 you’ve got so much time left”

“What I’m not good enough then Ale”

She couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, a symbol that you had began to forgive her.

“You will be I promise you will be and if not I’ll bribe fifa and you can play for Spain with me”

“Ale I’m being serious”

“So am I Bebé I have a lot of spare cash”

You laughed down the phone at the idiocy of your wife.

“I’m sorry too Alexia, I should’ve given you a chance to explain, the hormones are making me crazy at the moment”

“It’s ok amor I was stupid and I’m so sorry for that I just love you and pequeña and want to keep you safe. I watched your match and I think I had a heart attack when I saw you go down for the challenge”

“It scared me too, maybe I’m dramatic but I went to the toilet afterwards to check my underwear for any bleeding”

Alexia drew a breath at your words, fighting the urge to shout at you for being irresponsible and playing whilst pregnant. However, she withdrew and decided to offer comfort instead.

“I’m sorry y/n/n that must have been scary. I know I don’t like the fact that you’re going to play until the end but I understand why you want to and I know you’ll play without my blessing anyways but please just ask for a substitution next time you feel even a little bit scared”

“Of course I will mi amor I know you’re just protective of me and bebé and I love you for it but we’ll be ok. I promise after the World Cup finishes, I won’t play matches I’ll just train and we can tell Jona to shorten my exercise plan” you insisted

“Okay that sound good to me, I love you so much y/n and mi princesa”

“It could be a boy Ale” you laughed

“It could be but I have a feeling, call it ‘instinto maternal’”

“Ok bebita if you say so, te amo mucho”

“te quiero más, both of you” she replied

You hung up the phone with a smile, feeling instant relief wash over you as you’d made up with the mother of your child.

Placing a hand on your mostly flat stomach you whispered “I love you baby and so does Mama even if she’s a little bit overprotective sometimes”

Thank you for reading, Part 5 coming soon please leave any feedback in the comments or anything in the asks box! ❤️

[lostmymind-0]

My brothers rival / OP 81 x Sainz!reader

Masterlist

AN: sorry that it comes this late but the past week was crazy busy

It was no secret that Carlos Sainz and Oscar Piastri were not the best of friends in the Paddock. Some would even go as far as calling them enemies. But there was something about Carlos that Oscar loved dearly. It was his little, twenty year old sister. the same sister he as well as his father were crazy protective of. Y/N was the princess of the Sainz family. Her brother and father would drop everything just to make her happy. But they were also not hesitant to scare away any guy that even looked at her. The last boyfriend the young girl brought home had broken up with her after a talk with both Sainz men.

So it was no surprise that the young couple had to sneak around. At least until Y/n found a way to tell her brother and father about her boyfriend. Luckily did she had the support from her mother and sisters, who helped the couple sneak around. They also adored Oscar. He was treading the young girl like royalty. To say that she got princess treatment was an understatement. That girl got queen treatment. From ordering her favourite flowers in advance so they would be there when she arrived at the hotel to carrying her when her heels were hurting, Oscar did everything.

The Spanish girl had just arrived in her boyfriends drivers room when the door busted open. “Oscah, where is my…? Y/N?”, the voice of no other than Lando Norris yelled, making the couple jump apart from their kiss. “Don’t tell Carlos!”, was the first thing the girl yelled as she made a step toward the brit. “You are really snogging the one person on the grid your brother hates the most?!”, Lando asked laughing like the idiot he was. “Mate, please.”, Oscar chimed in as he noticed how his girlfriend started to bite her finger nails. “Fine! I wont tell him but you better not knock her up! I don’t want to go to your funeral, mate.”, Lando said and left them alone.

The bad luck seemed to follow the couple. it was the Sunday when her father accidentally walked to the girls room right as Oscar was saying his goodbye to her with a kiss. “Y/N Sofia Alejandra Sainz Vázquez! ¿qué demonios estás haciendo?”, her father yelled, making the Australian worry for his life. “Papá, no te enfades. Le quiero de verdad. Por favor.”, the youngest Sainz begged, using her best puppy eyes to get her father to soften his mood. “Sir, I really love your daughter and only have good intentions with her.”, Oscar added, offering his hand bravely to the elder Spanish man. “We will have dinner tonight. There we will talk more but you will stay with me till then. And your brother will also be at the dinner.”, Carlos Sr. said while shaking Oscar’s hand rather firmly.

For some reason had Lando make his way into the family dinner after the race. Most likely to experience the drama first hand. Y/N was walking into the restaurant with Lando while her brother was talking to their sister, Oscar was already inside. “He is going to die.”, Lando kept teasing the girl. Rolling her eyes she slapped the brits shoulder before walking over to her mother. “Please don’t let them kill Osc, Mamá.”, she begged, making her mother smile. “We won’t let them hurt him. He is a part of the family for as long as you want him to be.”, Reyes assured her daughter. Walking into the restaurant Oscar spotted his girlfriend immediately. His smile was wide as he walked toward her to pull her in a hug and give her a quick kiss. Normally the kiss would last longer but he did not want to be killed in the first ten seconds of being with the entire family of his girlfriend. And his teammate. Right as they pulled away did Carlos Jr. start yelling curses in Spanish demanding to know what was going on. Y/N turned to her brother, whose face was just as red as his race suit. Placing a hand on his arm she said, “Carlos, I really love him. Please be nice. For me.”. Looking between his sister and the Australian Carlos took a moment before letting out another curse. “Fine! I will be as nice as I can but I still don’t like it! And I will gladly push you into the wall if you hurt her!”, he yelled pointing at Oscar who held his hand up in surrender. Sitting down the two Sainz men had to realize that they were the only ones in the family that were not wrapped around the Australians finger. All the Sainz women seem to be in love with Oscar. “Mate, be happy she is not with some random guy. Plus I will report it if he should misbehave in the McLaren garage.”, Lando tried to cheer his friend up who looked like he was about to jump off a bridge.

“Oscar is such a good young man. He is very polite and charming.”, Reyes enthused about the Australian to her husband and son on the way back to the hotel. “I also really like him! He is really treating her well.”, one of her daughters agreed. “But why does she need a boyfriend in the first place?”, Carlos Sr wanted to know. “Let the girl be happy. She is twenty and not two.”, the second daughter chimed in.

At the same time did Oscar help Y/N braid her hair for the night. It was their nightly routine. He was braiding her hair before bed while she told him about her day. Or some other things that exited her that day. “I am really glad that my brother and dad now know about us. I really hated hiding it from them. It made me feel really bad.”, the girl told him, making him grunt in agreement. “I am happy if you are happy. Do you know also want to make it social media official? I know you wanted to soft launch for a while.”, “Can I?”, she asked, so excited that she almost messed up his braid. “Of course. I think my PR team would be happy to see that I am not a loner after all.”, he joked, earning a kiss from the girl.

[niniluvsainz]

LOS ASTROS ☽ mv1

(social media! au)

in which their astrology signs match perfectly well together.

pairings... max verstappen x fem!model!reader

face claim... valentina zenere

warnings... suggestive content, cursing, isa is still with carlos in this (?), probably bad translations (reader speaks spanish)

author's note... this is my first fic so sorry if it's messy! i was listening to becky g's new album 'esquinas' and when i came upon this song i realized i would declare it as my song. it's also such a cute song, give her entire album a listen! also, i recently heard about the rumors about danny and heidi and i really hope they aren't true (there is a part in this where they are mentioned and i was too lazy to change it to someone else). if a part two is suggested, then i'd be happy to write it

maxverstappen1

location: texas, usa

liked by redbullracing, charles_leclerc and others

maxverstappen1 an amazing performance at circuit of the americas! thank you for the support! let's continue pushing for the next race! redbullracing, thank you team once again!

comments

user1 respect for verstappen button >

user2 im so tired of him winning

⤷ user3 keep crying hater

landonorris happy to share the podium with you

⤷ maxverstappen1 as am i, mate

⤷ user4 omg i love their friendship sm

user5 how can someone look so good

⤷ user6 because he's never looked so good

redbullracing happy and proud of you always, max!

yourusername

liked by isahernaez, tinistoessel and others

yourusername la vida recientemente (life lately)

tagged: tinistoessel

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isahernaez te extraño, amiga (i miss you, my friend)

⤷ yourusername pronto regreso a españa, para ver cuando nos juntamos! (i'm returning to spain soon, let's plan something!)

tinistoessel las perras que somos (the baddest bitches we are)

⤷ yourusername tienes toda la razon (you are so right)

landonorris oh damn

⤷ yourusername i miss you, noodles

isa: i have news

isa: i have extra tickets for mexico gp

y/n: but i have a tight schedule

y/n: i was just thinking maybe you, me, and carlos could have a night in to catch up

isa: but y/n, you have to come to a race

isa: carlos is also asking for you to accompany us to one

y/n: ugh

y/n: esta bien (fine)

y/n: i'll see what i can clear from my calendar to at least attend sunday's race

y/n: but i still plan on us having a movie night to catch up

isa: claro que si, amor (of course, love)

isa: i'll book ur hotel now

y/n: no tienes que hacer eso, isa (you don't have to do that)

isa: pero yo te invite 💞 (but i invited you)

yourusername

location: cdmx, mexico

liked by maxverstappen1, isahernaez and others

yourusername me encantaste, mexico! mandame taquitos al pastor a españa, por favor! (i loved you, mexico! send me some sheperd-style taquitos to spain, please!)

tagged: isahernaez, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, lilymhe, carlossainz55

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user7 where's max's tag tho👀

⤷ user8 right like we see that last post ma'am

isahernaez a la siguiente, amiga! (to the next one, my friend!)

⤷ yourusername ya me dieron mas animas de ir 😏 (i have more encouragement to go now)

user9 y'all notice max started following y/n AND liked the post without the tag?!

⤷ user10 something fishy is going on there

⤷ user11 honestly just waiting on the double date from these four

landonorris added to their story!

caption: so yourusername is wondering if your astrology signs align

replies;

⤷ yourusername this was supposed to stay a secret

⤷ user12 first we find out lando is obsessed with zodiacs, now y/n?!

⤷ user13 who are they tryna see if their stars aligned 🤔

⤷ oscarpiastri is this why i kept hearing you two scream "THEY MATCH" from the other side of hospitality?

⤷ maxverstappen1 y/n is into astrology? hm, maybe i'll look into it

⤷ user14 i love gemini women

maxverstappen1 added to their story!

location: são paulo, brazil

caption: catching rain in brazil☔️

replies;

⤷ user15 MAX EMILIAN WHO'S IS THAT HAND BECAUSE I HAVE BOTH OF MINE ATTACHED TO MY BODY

⤷ landonorris it was rare i was there THIRDWHEELING

⤷ user16 hold up who is that hand and why does that just scream y/n because of the red fingertips

⤷ danielricciardo ew stop you're already showing each other off

⤷ charles_leclerc wait until the lestappen fans come attacking like military soldiers

⤷ carlossainz55 wait is that- THAT'S THE JACKET I GAVE HER FOR HER BIRTHDAY

yourusername

liked by lilymhe, landonorris and others

yourusername se me juntaron las estrellas y los astros

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landonorris sure keep bragging about it to the single people

⤷ danielricciardo im not single and i feel single

⤷ heidiberger_ okay.

⤷ danielricciardo NO KEEP GIVINGME SOME SUGA

lilymhe ahhhh sososo happy for u and ur new man ! <3

⤷ yourusername thank u lils 🤍

user17 now you can clearly see she's trying to soft launch but that is the deadpan face of max verstappen

⤷ user18 no it doesn't (im living in delusion because i want max for me)

carlossainz55 quien es el? (who is he)

⤷ isahernaez no nos conmueve eso, carlos (that doesn't concern us)

⤷ yourusername carlossainz55 mi novio (my boyfriend)

maxverstappen1 so astros is also a shortcut word for astrology but also the baseball team the astros

⤷ yourusername exactly, maxie

⤷ user19 SHE HAS A NICKNAME FOR HIM. I REPEAT, SHE HAS A NICKNAME FOR HIM

maxverstappen1 and yourusername

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maxverstappen1 i'm happy shes the gemini to my libra

tagged: yourusername

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user20 y/n said soft launch, max said fuck that

user21 I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

user22 AH NEW SHIP SAILED OFF TODAY AT 13:24 HRS ALL ABOARD THE MAXY/N

⤷ user23 its gonna sink like the titanic

⤷ user24 i hope u go sink like the titanic

landonorris so happy for my fwiends

⤷ yourusername now it's time to find someone for you for the double dates

⤷ user25 I VOLUNTEER! i volunteer as tribute!

user26 now max has two spanish-speaking natives on his ears at all times

⤷ maxverstappen1 yeah i have a mexican who keeps screaming the 'mexicanos al grito de guerra' and an argentinian who moved to spain who keeps slapping my butt like i'm the bull and she's the bullfighter

⤷ yourusername you are literally in the formula one team that is named a 'bull'.

⤷ schecoperez but you love us

⤷ yourusername schecoperez vamos a seguir con el plan de enseñarle todo el vocabulario español (let's continue with the plan to teach him all the spanish vocabulary)

⤷ maxverstappen1 wait i need to google translate what you said

carlossainz55 this is how i found out.

⤷ isahernaez sorry

⤷ yourusername sorry

⤷ maxverstappen1 sorry

⤷ christianhorner sorry

⤷ charles_leclerc i knew before you ?

⤷ carlossainz55 that's the last straw, leclerc.

[suspirocotidiano]

Crescer não significa que você deixa o perigo para trás, significa que você pula para dentro do perigo, confronta o perigo.

Mate-me Por Favor – Legs McNeil e Gillian McCain

[anditwentlikethis]

faltam 5 finais FALTAM 5 FINAIS CARALHO

[skipper1331]

Jealousy // Ona Batlle

Ona never had any problems with her jealousy, she hardly felt jealous but that was before she met you, before she fell in love with you. Before you became her girl.

Ever since the spaniard asked you out her jealousy got worse. Not in the kind of way where it would cause arguments but she became more and more aware of how many people thought you were amazing. However, she never had to worry because in Manchester, England in general, the people weren‘t as touchy as in her home country.

In her home country she had to deal with all the touchiness since Barcelona signed Ona and you, breaking the internet.

'Power couple at Barcelona'

'It-Couple playing at top club'

Both of you were happy. Ona was happy to be back home and you were just happy to play for Barça. You settled well, making friends easily, knowing many already. Ona sticked with her people, Aitana and co while you spent most of your time with Frido and CGH, players not from Spain. You got along with everyone though and in no time they became your new family.

-

The team and a few other people were at Patri’s as they celebrated her birthday.

"You‘re not gonna wear this" Ona stated as she checked you out shamelessly, you looked absolutely breathtaking.

"Why not? Do you not like it?" you asked, completely oblivious to the fact that Ona wanted to rip your clothes off. She walked up behind you, placing her hands on your hips as she whispered in your ear "you look so hot." A shiver running down your spine while she attached her lips to your neck. "No," you said as you stepped away from her "we‘re going to Patri‘s." The spaniard whined, pulling you back in, "por favor, amor. I won‘t be able to keep my eyes off of you." You pressed a quick kiss to her lips before you left the bedroom, the defender trailing behind you, her eyes fixed on your bum.

The charmer she is, she opened the car door for you, admiring you. You always looked beautiful but this outfit did things to her. "Thank you, baby" you said, her cheeks flushing red, still getting all shy when you called her that. With a few quick steps, she walked around the car, taking a seat. Instantly, her hand found yours, resting in your lap as she drove to Patri.

"Hola" Patri yelled, opening the door. You gave her a bear hug while wishing her a happy birthday.

Patris home was full of people, the only ones you knew your team mates. "Finally decided to show up, huh?" Mapi grinned as she handed you and your girlfriend a drink. "Well, this one took ages to get ready" Ona replied laughing whilst you glared at her. "definitely worth it. You look hot"

"María?" Ingrid smacked her head as she heard her girlfriends words, Onas arm protectively going around your waist. "Well fair enough" the norse admitted as she looked at you. "See! No need to smack me" Mapi grumbled, rubbing her head. Ingrid and you looked at each other before laughing, Ona pressing her lips against your temple.

The night was spent with dancing, drinking, talking and laughing.

The non-Barça players turned out to be really nice (at least the ones you have spoken with) but Ona made sure they knew you belonged to her, some of them looking at you too long for her liking. "They seem nice" you said to your girlfriend as you had a moment alone "yeah" her gaze wandered around, stopping at one spesific person "but not him. He almost drooled at the sight of you!" you giggled slightly at the glare she gave him, "no mi amor, it‘s not funny. I‘m the only one allowed to drool" peppering kisses all over your face, the defender made a statement. You‘re hers and hers only. "Go mingle with Aitana, baby. Do want another drink, too?"

"I‘d love to," she replied, "surprise me" answering your unspoken question which drink she wanted to have.

You entered Patris kitchen, a familiar place for you, with so many team activities you had at her place. She loved to host movie nights in her home.

Though you weren‘t the only one in the kitchen, a girl standing at the counter pouring herself a drink. She wasn’t one of your team mates nor one of the people you had talked to. "Hi," you greeted, trying to be friendly. She turned around, "Oh hello…beautiful lady" her eyes wandered all over your body, lip biting as she took a step forward. "What‘s your name?" Forcing a smile, you answered, you didn't want to be rude yet the situation made you uncomfortable. "Pretty name for a pretty girl"

"Thanks?" you took a step back, wanting to put some distance between you but apparently she didn't get the hint because she took a few steps towards you again. "I‘m about to head home, care to join me?" the girl smirked.

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because-"

"Because she‘s taken!" Ona stepped in the room, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth. The spaniard was clenching her jaw, her arms looping around your waist. "You‘re not going home with my woman." The stranger watched as Ona pressed her lips to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, making her point clear. Your head fell on her shoulder, smiling at the ceiling. The defender glared at the girl, still continuing to kiss along your neck. Soon enough Patri’s friend marched out the kitchen. "Mierda! What the fuck is wrong with her?" your girlfriend grumbled angrily, "I‘m the only one who takes to you home!" Ona was beyond angry. How dare anyone ask you to take you home?! She was walking up an down the kitchen, thinking about what she‘ll do if that girl ever dared to look at you again. "You know what? I‘m gonna beat her up"

"Hey, hey, wait" your arms wrapped around her middle, stopping her from storming out of the kitchen. Her eyes softened as they looked in yours, slowly calming down. When you were sure you could let go of her waist, your gently hooked your fingers under her chin, "you‘re so hot when you‘re jealous." The way she looked at you made you fall in love with her all over again, "you think so?" she asked, giggling, back in a good mood (thanks to you just being you) as she brushed her nose against yours, smiling lovingly.

"Yeah"

She chased after your lips, feeling the need to have them pressed on her own. Her hands trailed along your curves before they found a stop on your bum, she squeezed it, making you gasp in to her mouth as she took the opportunity to slip her tongue in your mouth.

"Oi! You can make out later! Let‘s get drunk" the birthday girl yelled, pulling you in to the main area.

-

The next time Ona was jealous was when a waitress started flirting with you.

"Amor?" The spaniard shouted as she walked in your shared apartment "where are you?"

"Upstairs"

"Can you come down for a moment?"

You made your way downstairs, wearing Onas hoodie and ManUtd shorts. "Hi baby" you greeted, walking over to her "hola, mi amor," she pressed a kiss to your lips "I got you these" she showed you the boquet of your favorite flowers which were hidden behind her back.

"Thank you!" you accepted them as she handed them to you, inhaling their smell. The spaniard smiled fondly at you, loving how happy you were. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! They‘re beautiful. I have to put them in a vase!" Speed walking, you searched for a vase. Ona wasn‘t finished spoiling you though, "Mi amor, put your shoes on. I‘m taking you out." You stopped in your tracks to look at her, smiling widely "What did I do to deserve this?" you asked confused but not much suprised. The defender always treated you like a royalty and was smitten for you. "I‘m just so in love with you" she replied, lovestruck smile on her face as her eyes looked at you with heart eyes.

"Let me change first then. I can‘t go looking like this"

Ona furrowed her brows, why would you want to change? She liked seeing you in her clothes.

"Why? I love when you wear my hoodies"

"I‘m wearing United shorts?"

"Point taken"

You rushed in your bedroom, changing in some different shorts before you put on your shoes, ready to go.

The drive to the restaurant was spent with singing Adele songs. You connected your phone to the car and then the first Adele song started playing. Ona loved the passion you had whenever Adele was playing, it didn‘t matter If it was in the car, the changing room or elsewhere, you would sing your heart out.

Entering the restaurant you looked around. It was cozy, you‘ve never been here before. Ona spotted it one day as she was nearby, she was sure you‘d like it. "This place is so cute!" you said, your voice full of excitement. "Not as cute as you" the defender replied, enjoying your happiness. The two of you sat down at a table near a corner, wanting to have some privacy. The place wasn‘t big but there were a few people. "Hi, here are the menus." the waitress handed each of you a menu, her hand brushing over your arm while doing so. You didn't realize her action but your girlfriend did. "Do you already know what you want to drink or should I come again?"

"Come back again" Ona replied with a strict face as the waiter checked you out. "Sure" she didn‘t spare her a glance but looked at you, winking, walking away. "shall we have a glass of wine, baby?" you smiled at her "anything you want, amor"

As you looked through the menu what you wanted to eat, you decided to try someting new.

When the waitress came back a few minutes later Onas posture stiffened, "Hey, again, what does your heart desire?" she asked, her eyes not leaving your figure. "A glass of red wine and this please" you didn‘t know how to pronounce the dish so you pointed with your finger at the name of it on the menu. She leaned in, her body quite close to yours to look at it. The spaniards jaw was clenching as she stared daggers in to her head "I want Gambas al Ajillo, please" your girls tone wasn‘t happy nor friendly yet she said please to not come out rude. The waitress gave Ona a judgy look before turning back to you "Do you want anything else, cutie pie?" you looked at Ona helpless as the pet name was refered to you. "N-no"

you didn‘t look at the server again, feeling uncomfortable that she was flirting with you. You were cleary having a date with your girlfriend. However, the waitress thought your stuttering was from her flirting and she had a chance with you. She walked to the bar which was connected to the kitchen, swaying her hips more than necessary. "We‘re literally having a date and she dares to flirt with you?" The spaniard grumbled, hating the idea that someone would steal you from her. You could see that she wasn‘t enjoying herself and you would bet that wouldn‘t change if you stay here. "Let‘s go somewhere else" you suggested. "What? No? We just ordered our food"

"Baby, i can see the wrinkle between your brows and your clenching jaw, let‘s go. I‘m sure we‘ll find something else"

"Are you sure?" she asked, shyly. Her persona took a 180 degree turn as she was caught in her jealousy.

"Yes, let me just tell them and we can go"

You grabbed your purse, walking over to the waitress again, Ona observing the situation. As the girl saw you coming towards her, she straightened her outfit and ran her fingers through her hair "lo siento, my girlfriend isn‘t feeling well. We‘ll go." You didn‘t wait for a reaction, you just turned around, walking back to your lover who was glaring at your server. You pressed a kiss to her cheek, slinging your arm around her waist. In return the spaniard laid her arm around your shoulders, pressing a possesive kiss to your head before exiting the restaurant.

It was clear to say you wouldn‘t come back here again.

-

Ona couldn’t stop looking at you, you looked so stunning.

The team just won the league and decided to celebrate in a club. Music was playing, everyone was enjoying themselves.

Her hands were wrapped around your hips as you danced with her or more like in to her. Your bum was grinding in her front, driving her crazy. Her knees were trembling, her heart race at a none-healthy one. "Corazón" she groaned in your ear. Oh the things she wanted to do to you. Her breath hitched as you slid your hand behind her head so her chin would settle on your shoulder. Dazed, you smiled as you felt Ona tilting her head, her lips attached to your neck.

"Woah, you‘ve got some sexy moves" a drunk stranger slurred as his arms went to grab you. Before you even could register what happened Ona was already in front of you, one hand pushing you behind her as the other was on the strangers chest, keeping him away. "Lesbians ahhh, sorry, just want to fuck your girl straight" he grinned, the smell of alcohol coming out of his mouth. Your girlfriend wanted to throw up right then and there, a) because he dared to touch what‘s hers, b) because of his smell and c) because he thought he‘s it. She was furios, fuck you straight? Hell no. Who does he think he is? She didn‘t know what came over her but with one quick motion her fist collided with his face. It got the attention from your team mates, Mapi and Bronze running over to you. "You okay?" the english woman asked as the spaniard stood in front of your girlfriend. He was so drunk that he couldn‘t even raise his own fist as Mapi shoved him away. Lucy by her side as the stranger tried to turn around.

Your girl grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the club. "Mierda!"

You took her hand in yours, pressing a kiss to the back of it "why do you have to be so beautiful?" she whispered, leaning her body against yours as she walked you to the nearest wall. "You looked so hot punching that weirdo" you whispered as you rested your forehead against hers. "Yeah?" she smiled, licking her lips. Your eyes darted around her face before landing on one of your favorite parts of her face "you‘re always hot when you‘re jealous"

"I‘m not jealous"

You rolled your eyes jokingly, "So you wouldn‘t mind If I go back inside and dance with someone who offers me a drink?"

"Don’t" her arms around you tighten, her tone stern.

Grinning, you asked, "Why not?"

"Jealous doesn’t even describe the things I feel sometimes," she answered, lowering her head to your neck "you‘re mine" she said as pressed some kisses along your neck, ever so gently.

-

Ona was glaring at you or rather the girl next to you. A newbie.

New people always wanted to be around you but who could blame them? You welcomed them with open arms and helped them settle in, yourself knowing how it was to be the new one. The spaniard loved you for that, she loved how you shared your kindness yet what she didn’t like was that the girl was touching you, her hands wandering across your bizeps.

"Jealous much?" Aitana asked her friend, chuckling at the growl written across her face. "She isn‘t wearing her ring" the defender grumbled, annoyed that you had to take her ring off due to playing football. "Don‘t you think the hickies you left all over her neck isn’t a sign?" Ona smiled bright at the thought how she made them. That girl was head over heels for you, clearly smitten. "you really love her, don‘t you?" Aitana asked, she had never seen her best friend like this. Every time you would step in to the room the defenders eyes would light up, Ona was happy, something she deserved to be.

"Sí, ella será mi esposa algún día"

While the two spaniards talked to each other, you were interacting with the newbie. You talked about her former club until you felt arms snuggle around your waist, you knew it was. Of course you knew, you could tell by the gentle touch, the perfume and the lips that pressed against your temple. "Hey, I‘m Ona," the spaniard introduced herself.

"H-hi" the girl whispered in disbelief. She had told you earlier that she admired the defender, the way she played and it was an honor to play in the same team as her. "her girlfriend" Ona ended her statement.

The newbie got big eyes, cheeks blushing as she muttered an apology before walking away. "Was that necessary, baby?" you asked as you turned around in her grasp. "You’re not wearing your ring I had to make sure she knows you‘re off the market"

You giggled, pecking her cheek "everybody knows i‘m yours, your insta is basically a fan page for me and your marks-"

"are a friendly reminder that you have a loving, caring-"

"possesive"

She shushed you with her index finger on your mouth, "and proud girlfriend at home" a laugh escaped your throat, the spaniard grinning, your laughter was her favorite sound in the world.

"I love you, my jealous girl" you purred against her lips, her fingers pinching your side "loving, caring and proud girl" she corrected you while she playfully glared at you, her forehead resting against your own. "Say it" her demand fell to deaf ears as you shook your head, looking away. "My girl, say it" she turned your head so she could look at you (her favorite view) before pushing her lips onto yours, pecking them repeatedly, "Say," peck, "it" peck.

"I love you.." expectantly, she looked at you, waiting to hear the words, "my loving, caring and proud girl" satisfied with your wording she gave you a proper kiss. "I love you, too"

You slipped out of her hold and started running, "still a jealous girl!" you shouted.

The spaniard chased after you but there was no denying, she was your jealous girl.

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translation:

ella será mi esposa algún día - She‘ll be my wife one day

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[hadesrise]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. contrary to popular belief, miguel isn’t a brat.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. miguel o’hara x male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. nsfw content, foul language, top!soft dom!reader, bottom!sub!miguel, collar, sir kink, unprotected sex, oral (r receiving), praise kink, breeding, anal plug, orgasm control, overstimulation, name calling (slut & whore), subspace, degradation if you squint, mating press

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. please correct my spanish if it’s wrong, i’ll edit it immediately.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

From the way Miguel acts as a strict, cold, intimidating leader of the Spider Society, people often assume he’s the dominant one when it comes to relationship, the one doing the fucking and not letting anyone have control over him. Nobody could even imagine him being manhandled on the bed, let alone be submissive. If he was the one taking it, he’d probably be as much of a brat as he can.

But you disregard those claims, because contrary to popular belief, Miguel isn’t a brat. He can be if he wants to, such as when the lack of attention from you puts him in a bad mood or he just wants to be pounded so hard he pass away in the end, but in usual cases, he’s far from a brat like anyone imagines. All those trauma and terrible experiences left Miguel aching and bleeding, the necessity to build up thick walls to surround himself overwhelming him as he coated his heart in ice to protect himself. However, it didn’t completely shield him away from his growing need to be held and taken care of. To just melt into someone’s arms without thinking about the multiverse for a second.

It was difficult to get Miguel to open up. Have his walls crumble down, trust you enough to show his vulnerability. But when you managed to get through that side of him, Miguel drastically changed. He was no longer the scary leader nor Spiderman, he was simply a man wanting to be loved and held, encaged by the safety of your arms. It was adorable, really. How he would always lean into your touch and melt into your arms. How he would whimper everytime you take care of him, heart swelling and tears stinging his eyes. How he’s eager to please you, make you feel good like how you make him feel good. How he does everything you ask of him, a big difference to the leader persona he shows in front of the Spider Society.

The door of your bedroom creaks open, causing a small smile to stretch your lips. It’s shut and locked behind the tall and buff frame of your husband before his heavy footsteps approached, you immediately closing your book and setting it on the bedside table. You turn your body to face Miguel, feet touching the floor, and leans back on the soft mattress of the bed using your hands. As if instinctual, Miguel kneels in between your spread legs and snuggles on your thigh, looking up at you through that lashes of his with lust.

You hum appreciatively, loving the way he’s obedient. “What do you want, mi corazon?” You gently slip your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

Miguel squeezes your thighs, whimpering softly at your touch. “You... Just you, please.” You coo at his begging and cup his jaw with one hand, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his plump lips. “Wan’ you inside, por favor, mi vida, fill me. Breed me.” He whines, rubbing his thighs together to soothe the aching in his crotch.

Your cock hardens in your pants as you breathe deeply, the pretty sounds of him begging striking an arousal within your body. You tilt your head with a soft look in your eyes while your hand continue to hold his jaw, “Again? Sweetheart, I’ve already bred you this morning. I even placed a plug inside you so all of my cum will stay inside. You still want more?” Your tone was soft and soothing, not an ounce of annoyance visible.

Miguel nods almost frantically, leaning into your palm. “Can’t get enough being full of you,” He breathlessly whispered, rubbing your thighs up and down in a slow motion, as if to tempt you. “Please, mi amor.”

You chuckle lowly. Loving this side of Miguel, submissive and vulnerable only for you. Your hand let go of his jaw to instead grab his hand and lead it to your belt, “Undress me yourself. Get my cock all nice and wet, then maybe I’ll think about it.” Miguel was quick to obey as he unbuckled your belt, unbuttoning your pants and sliding it down along with your underwear enough to free your hard cock to spring up. His mouth watered at the sheer length and girth, stroking it gently with his hand. You moan softly, hands going back to the bed to lean back, a silent gesture that implied Miguel’s free to do anything on his own.

He gathered enough spit in his mouth before dripping it on your cock, stroking it up and down afterwards to spread the wetness. The squelching sounds making his face heat up, but not stopping his work nonetheless. Miguel kisses the tip, earning a sigh of content from you, before sliding it into his mouth swiftly. You instantly groan at the warmth that surrounded, his tongue lapping up the underside of your cock, Miguel nearly moaning at the taste of you as his hips buckled. “Go on, Miguel.” You encouraged, thrusting your hips once. This time, he doesn’t suppress a moan as he begins bobbing his head, hand stroking the remaining space where his mouth couldn’t take at the same time with the movement of his head, focused on making you feel good.

You moaned, one hand going up to softly pet his hair as a reward. Miguel whines around your cock in response as he fastens his pace. You can see his hips swaying from this angle, probably fucking himself on the plug using the heel of his feet, but clearly not enough due to the soft whines he lets out.

“Such a desperate little puppy,” The label has him whimpering as he grips your thigh with one hand. “Want me to fuck you so bad? Breed you with my babies?” He nods with a moan, tears staining his cheeks. Your fingers slip through his hair, “Then you can take more, right?” Before he could respond in any way, you pushed his head all the way to the base of your cock as he gags and chokes at your tip touching and nearly stretching his throat. His knees trembling, hands gripping your thighs, Miguel’s vision starts to get unfocused as he takes what you give so obediently. “Fuck, so fuckin’ good,” You hissed.

Miguel doesn’t even fight back when you start to fuck his throat without mercy, occassionally gagging and choking with tears spilling from his eyes, taking you so fucking well like a good slut. He even fucks himself on the plug in time with your thrusts in his throat, having nothing in mind but you, you, you.

God, he fucking loves being used for your own pleasure. He loves hearing your groans and moans, loves making you feel good. Miguel utterly loses himself, the responsibility and burden disappearing from his thoughts, completely submitting to you as he stares at you with love filled eyes, you could almost see a heart in them. He rubs his cock through his pants as you keep abusing his throat, the pleasure of being controlled making him tremble.

After what felt like hours, Miguel finally feels your cock throbbing in his mouth, and he whines, a pleading look appearing in his eyes. “Fuck, cummin’, sweetheart.” You groaned. “Where do you want me, puppy? Your face? Your tits? Down your throat?” Miguel lets out a slutty moan at the last option, making you chuckle breathlessly. “F’course, you want it to be down your throat. My good slut.” You grunted, feeling the knot in your stomach coiling at the approaching orgasm.

Miguel’s eyes roll back when you shoved your cock deeper into his throat and spilled your cum, choking and moaning. He whimpers, swallowing every bit of it. Chest heaving up and down, you take a deep breath and gently stroke his head. “Good boy, Miguel. Swallowing it without being asked.” He keens and looks up at you with a dazed look before pulling back with a pop, making sure to drag his tongue the underside of your cock that made you groan. Miguel licks the tip and press a kiss, his breath heavy from the arousal.

“M’sorry, sir,” Miguel mumbled, kissing your inner thigh with an apologetic look, cheeks stained with tears. “M’so sorry, didn’t mean to,” God, the submissive sounds he keeps letting out makes your head spin. It gives you both the urge to ruin and wreck him as well as spoil him with your love at the same time, knowing how much he deserves both of it. He’s so fucking good for you, you just want to carve every initial of your name in his guts.

“What are you apologizing for, hm?” You pretended not to know why he was apologizing as you hold his cheek with one hand, wiping his tear off with your thumb.

Miguel placed his hand above yours and leaned into your touch, his hips unconsciously swaying when the wet stain in his crotch became uncomfortable. “Didn’t— Didn’t mean to cum, sir, promise. Lo siento, lo siento...” He repeats, closing his eyes and kissing your palm, as if to ask for forgiveness. More tears spilled from his eyes. You could tell he was feeling light-headed, his unfocused vision being the proof of that despite his attempts to shake it off.

He’s been a lot distracted today, that usual snarl of his nonexistent and barks oddly refusing to come out from his mouth. Miles and Gwen were weirded out by his quiet demeanor because this was the first time they had seen Miguel be... at his best behave, he wasn’t throwing chairs or angrily shouting at anything. He didn’t seem to be in a best condition either, just seeming unwell as he forced himself to bark orders as best as he could. Miguel just wanted to be held by you all day, the missions and overwhelming responsibility of the multiverse pressuring him to the edge and exhausting him completely. He’s been fighting the vulnerability, not wanting anyone else to see him like that, forcefully pushing his consciousness away from the space within his mind that tells him to just let everything go. You would occassionally send him worried glances, but you didn’t miss the way he leaned more into you everytime you touched him, nearly melting in your touch.

Ah, so this is why he’s been acting so adorable. You thought, humming in satisfaction. The pleased sound you made caused Miguel to open his eyes again, seeing you smiling softly at him instead of being mad. You usually hated when Miguel cums without permission, but it can’t be helped with that pretty little head of his drowning in that space.

“It’s okay, querido.” His heart fluttered at your softness. “I’m not gonna punish you today, but you know I’m not giving you what you asked for if you do it again, right?” This time, you cupped his face with both hands and kissed him gently.

Miguel whimpers, grateful. “Sí, I’ll be good. I’ll be good, sir.”

“All for me?”

You moved one leg to rub his crotch with your foot, Miguel gasping as he nods vigorously. “Sí, sí, only for you, please.”

“Such a good fuckin’ puppy,” You groan, pulling him up in a heated kiss. Miguel straddles your lap and wraps his muscular arms around your neck, reciprocating the kiss as his hips starts to grind against you, heavenly sounds escaping into your mouth. He moans particularly loud when you slipped a hand inside his pants and lightly pushed the plug, causing the kiss to be broken with a trail of saliva connecting your lips.

“Sir, mhm,” He grunted. “Want— Wan’ to take it off.”

You hum, sliding your other hand down to squeeze his slutty waist that made Miguel’s head spin. Your hands were so big, it could entirely wrap around his waist with ease. It made him ache inside, knowing the size of your hands perfectly matches your cock. “Let me take care of you, puppy. Give in, lose yourself in it, I’ll make you feel so good.” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, before beginning to leave a mark as you bit and sucked harshly. Miguel moans, clinging onto you and giving in, indulging himself more in that safe space that’s been bothering him all day.

With softness in every bit of your movement, you peel off his clothes and drop them to the floor carelessly as your lips work wonders on him; licking, biting, sucking, littering his pretty skin with purple bruises and listening to heavenly sounds leaving his lips. You were so gentle and kind, Miguel can’t help but feel content as he holds onto you for dear life. Laying him down on the bed, you mutter praises in his ear while your hands explore his muscular body. Miguel felt like being worshipped, the intimacy becoming too much that tears escape his eyes and he whimpers.

You gently bit his collar and pulled, making Miguel throw his head back further in the pillow to give you more access, his arms wrapped around your back. “Please, please, sir,” He whispered almost desperately. You hummed in response, to which he whined at. “Fill me, want you already, wan’ your cock.” Begs slipping past his lips, Miguel spreads his legs to present his hole clenching around the plug.

A groan erupts from your throat, licking your lips. “Fuck, good puppy. Knowing how to beg like a slut.”

“Your slut, your puppy, please.” Miguel begs more, grabbing your hand and urging you to touch him.

You shush him gently, “Shh... I’ll take care of you, mi vida. It’s alright.” The reassurance allows him to let go as you reached down and lightly tapped on the plug, making him gasp. Pleas and begs still spilling his lips, Miguel grasped the sheets under him with his head thrown back when you pulled the plug out, your cum from the morning gushing out. He trembles at the feeling and moans softly as you kiss his forehead and then his lips, swallowing another pleas. His insides was aching to be filled and bred, twisting uncomfortably in his belly and increasing his desperation more.

He wanted you, all of you, wanted you to make him yours. He wanted you to let him know who he belongs to and mark his insides with your cum. It doesn’t matter if it makes him look like a desperate whore, a slut, he wants to feel full with your cum as you hold him in your arms. Nothing mattered anymore; his duty, his responsibilities, his position as a leader, his ego, his pride. They didn’t matter. Just you, fucking him, making love to him, breeding him, making him feel content.

Miguel whimpers when you push his legs to his chest and align your cock to his entrance, excitement and anticipation bubbling within his body. His hands latches onto your forearms. “Yes, please, sir. Fuck me, please. Want your cock, want it a—” His pleas were cut off by you suddenly shoving your dick into his gaping hole, loud gasp escaping his lips followed by a satisfied moan.

You grunted, licking your lips and smirking at the pleasure coating his face. “What do we say now, puppy?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you— fuck!” He cries out as you bottomed out in him, not giving him a time to adjust before pulling your hips back and slamming it in. Holy fuck, it felt so good, Miguel’s mind immediately goes blank as you began thrusting into him.

“Such a good fuckin’ puppy, taking me in so well,” You purred and snapped your hips harshly, making Miguel arch his back and cry out. He’s always been good at this, being fucked dumb and cock-hungry. You can’t help your heart swelling at the knowledge that he only becomes like this with you, possessiveness burning like a fire within your spirit. “Mine, aren’t you? My good puppy, my good whore?”

Miguel whined, nodding his head frantically. “Yours— augh! Yours, only yours, yes! Fuuuuck!” His claws dig into your skin when you set a relentless pace with your cock striking his prostate perfectly, making you hiss slightly in pain. Drools drip from Miguel’s open mouth as he threw his head back.

“I bet everyone’s gonna be so shocked to see you like this,” You groan when he clamps down on you in response. “The great Miguel O’Hara, nothing but a pathetic dumb adorable mess beneath me. All f’me, right, darling?” The brutal thrusts sending him further down on the mattress had Miguel delirious, unable to form coherent thoughts as he nods and mutters a series of yes’s and for you’s again, and again. His mind absolutely melting and breaking by the ruthless pleasure shooting everywhere within his body.

Fuck, he’s so fuckin’ adorable being at your mercy. Can’t do anything but moan and whine while taking your cock so well. Can’t even stutter a proper sentence as all he can think of is you and your big fucking dick drilling mercilessly into him. Very big contrast to the way you were touching him with such softness before.

Keeping your merciless pace, you leaned over to start sucking on one of his nipples and Miguel lets a sob out, shaking from sensitivity. His big tits were always sensitive and he refuses to let you touch it outside of the privacy in your bedroom due to how he won’t be able to contain himself — he could cum just from them alone, and the idea doesn’t please him when he’s in the right mind. Though, you figured he loves it when you touch it while fucking him because of his moans that just grew high-pitched.

You slammed your hips in a particularly hard thrust at the same time with your teeth biting his sensitive nipple and Miguel’s eyes rolled back into his skull, no sounds escaping his open mouth as he squeezed down on you. Groaning, you look down and chuckle after seeing no sight of white seed coming out from his cock, a deeply pleasant expression crossing your face. “God, fuck! You didn’t cum, puppy?”

Miguel tries to hear you out despite his mind going numb from the euphoria and weakly shakes his head, “S-sí, sí— mhmm! ahghh— wanna- wanna be good f’you, fuhck! Quiero ser bueno para ti, por favor, haah,” He moaned loudly.

Oh, motherfucker.

He really deserves a reward for being this good. His obedience drives you crazy, it feeds your ego and sadistic pleasure as electricity runs through your veins. You seemed to get bigger and harder inside him, making Miguel whine pathetically and scratch your forearm.

You reward him with another harsh thrust that sent Miguel sobbing, “Good boy, shit— such a good puppy, keeping his promise. Need a reward, hm? Good puppies deserve rewards.” You growled, pulling at his collar with your teeth.

Miguel whimpered, “Sí, sí, lo necesito— agh! Please, pleasepleaseplease.” Begging desperately, Miguel removes his hands from your forearms to hook them under his thighs and keep his legs spread in place, making you curse softly as you fastened your pace.

“Gonna breed you so fuckin’ well, puppy. Fill you up so full and so good, won’t stop even after it’s gushing out of your cunt,” You growled in his ear and Miguel arches his back to meet your thrusts, crying out and sobbing and babbling nonsense. “Gonna make you take everything in, and fuck you again so you wouldn’t feel empty ‘til the next day. Make you my breeder.” Miguel moans shamelessly at your words, clenching around you.

“Fuckfuckfuck, sir, m’gonna cum, please, sir,” He begged, toes curling as the knot in his stomach coils. “Let me cum, let me cum, please.”

Feeling your own climax approaching, your thrusts became sharp as you moan softly and grab his hands to interlock them with yours. Miguel whimpers at the intimacy. “Fuck, go on, sweetheart. Let it out, cum. Cum for me, Miguel.” As if to forcefully push him over the edge, you shoved your cock deeper into his guts in one swift motion and Miguel’s eyes rolled back into his skull, loud mewl and pornographic moan falling from his throat. White spots clouded his vision, mind going blank as he spurts out cum on his toned stomach, body shaking violently. You groaned, moaning when your orgasm hits as well, spilling the hot semen inside him.

You thrusted slowly and sloppily to ride out both of your orgasm, Miguel’s body still twitching from the intensity and overstimulation. You capture his lips in a lazy kiss and he attempts to reciprocate, though failing due to his mind completely in a daze. He can still see stars. “That’s it, puppy. Good boy, did so fuckin’ well. Took it so obediently,” You whisper softly, making Miguel whine.

“Thank you, thank you,” He mutters through heavy breathing, trying to gather his breath. One hand gently stroking his face, you kissed his cheek while mumbling praises that Miguel mewls at, his head still deep in submissive state. He must’ve been really exhausted and stressed if he hasn’t returned to his usual state of mind yet, so you just tend to him with softness to make up for how rough you were with him.

“Such a good boy, made me feel so good.” You praised, now rolling your hips in a gentle thrust. Miguel hums in pleasure, butterflies in his stomach at the kisses you pepper him with, so full and content. “Did I breed you well, mi amor? Does it feel good?” You kiss his neck as he tilts his head back.

“Mhm,” He moans softly. “Se siente bien, muy bien. Te amo.” Miguel squeezes your hand as his other hand caressed his belly, where it feels euphoric and so, so full.

You kissed his lips gently, “Yo también te quiero, mi vida.” He wraps his legs around you and reciprocates the kiss, moaning when you sucked his tongue. Holding both of his hands now, you gently pinned them on the mattress beside his head and pressed a kiss on his forehead, still rolling your hips. “I have to clean you up soon, you want a bath?”

Miguel shakes his head and rolls his hips in time with your thrusts, making you moan softly. “More, please? Wan’ you to breed me more.”

You hum, sharply snapping your hips. Miguel gasps. “So needy, huh? My adorable puppy.” He whines, which you’re quick to shush. “Don’t you worry, darling. I’ll give it all to you. You’ve been such a good obedient boy, and good boys deserve rewards.” Miguel mutters a quiet thank you before you pulled your cock all the way to the tip and slammed back into him, ready to breed his pretty cunt again so he could spend tomorrow with your cum and plug inside him, fully content.

He would spend the entire time with your cum inside him, completely full, and everyone would still think he’s the dominant one in your relationship.

Oh well, nobody gets to see him like this, so you’ll let them talk like that for a while. It’s not like they’re gonna know, anyway.

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