#amor imagines drabble

[emeraldserenade]

Joaquin getting baby fever ?

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Baby Fever ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You babysit for your sister after getting hit with baby fever, only to accidentally trigger Joaquín's as well

tw: fem!reader, reader has a sister and niece, suggestive (obviously), barely edited.

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Hi, 🐞!! Joaquín would get hit with baby fever so bad.

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It started with a TikTok trend, you saw the "What kind of bed bug is this?" and immediately sent it to your sister. You were hit with baby fever hard and needed your fix, so your sister let you take her daughter for the day while her and her husband went on a day date.

Joaquín came home to you curled up in your bed with your niece fast asleep on your chest. One of her tiny hands clutching your hair and the other clutching your shirt. One of your hands rested on her back while the other was holding your phone. You didn't even notice Joaquín walking in, not until you felt his eyes on you.

The sight of you looking over at him, a bright smile on your face with a baby resting on you changed something in him. "Hi, amor," Joaquín breathed out like he couldn't say the words fast enough.

"Hi, Quino," you put your phone down and held your arm out for him to come join you. Joaquín didn't hesitate before slipping his jacket off and getting into bed with you.

Joaquín curled into your side, his head resting in the space between your neck and shoulder while placing small kisses there. He heard you sigh in contentment while turning your head to kiss his forehead. "How long do we have this little one?" Joaquín questioned, gently brushing one of his fingers down your niece's face.

"Until my sister and her husband are done at the movie theater," you told him, taking a glance at the clock neatly hanging from the wall above the TV. "So about another half hour or so," you added.

"Hm, ok," Joaquín mumbled, his thoughts running faster than his mouth. He imagined you round with your growing child, how he'd help you with anything and everything you wanted. How he'd stand behind you and hold your belly up the farther along you got just so you could have some relief. How, when your baby was born, he would wake up at every feeding even if he couldn't do anything at first before slowly taking them over once the baby started taking bottles. How he'd come home to you two, a smile firmly planted on his face just at the prospect of seeing you two. Maybe having another if you wanted it and/or could handle it. The firsts of everything, the pictures and videos you already send when he's on a mission suddenly having little people who were the perfect mix of the two of you.

"You're thinking quite hard there," you muttered, glancing down at him. "Is something wrong?" You sounded concerned and a little confused.

"Nothing's wrong," he quickly assured you with a kiss pressed to your lips. "Just thinking about our future together," he admitted and you hummed.

"What's it look like?" Joaquín paused at your question, children was something you two had discussed but never fully sat down and talked about. He decided now was as good as time as any, even if you were trapped by a baby, he decided he would leave the room if you wanted space.

"A kid, maybe two, me coming home to you guys with a smile. How I'd do everything in my power to help you any way possible throughout everything," he admitted, his voice soft.

"Sounds perfect," you told him, not even trying to dismiss him, you were just so happy you couldn't form any other words.

"Do you... not like it?" Joaquín paused in the middle of his sentence, and if it weren't for the baby still sleeping soundly on your chest, you'd tell him to put a baby in you right at the moment to ease his fears.

"What? No! I love it, I'm just having trouble putting it into words," you assured him and then you kept talking. "If it weren't for her," you took a glance at your niece, "I'd be telling you that right now is a good as time as any to start on that future." The meaning of your words weren't lost on Joaquín and he was slowly sitting up.

"So as soon as you sister gets back and takes her," he also glanced at the baby, "you'll let me put a baby in you?"

"Yes, as soon as she's gone, we will try," you affirmed, kissing him as he leaned back down.

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[thewretched1999]

── .✦ bailale, mi amor.

cw: established relationship, jealousy, luis serra is alive!! (i scream as they drag me away.) reader is an agent + is also implied to be like, latina, but it’s hardly (heavy on the hardly) mentioned. a/n: finish literally any fic i’ve had in the vault and post it? no. post a imagine/drabble i wrote cus i was listening to a song? yes. anyways. short n sweet i guess. will be posting a real fic soon, promis :3 wc: 632

Imagining Leon going out with you to like a baile or something, Leon doesn’t dance, would rather roll on broken glass and pour salt in his wounds than ever humiliate himself like that in front of anyone, especially you.

He opts for the safer option, stays behind, nurses his drink and takes in the setting, everything was going fine but for some god forsaken reason, you dragged Luis out to dance.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to let you two be all buddy buddy because now he’s silently seething watching you both dance together. You’re not doing anything bad, per se, just having fun with a friend, a friend.

It’s not that Leon doesn’t trust Luis, he does!

…He just has to remind himself that there would never ever be anything between you and Luis. He remembers how Luis was all too eager to hit on you any chance he got back in Spain, granted he stopped once he figured out Leon had a thing for you, but that was basically on the helicopter ride home.

A little too late for Leon’s liking.

He still knows a little bit of spanish from Spain and what he's learned from you to know he doesn’t like what the lyrics are saying at all.

Something about turning someone on and needing to feel their body close to them. You’d be proud of him for making the words out.

But he can’t focus on that right now, not with the way his brain is just screaming at him that you and Luis just look too good together, too natural.

Luis twirls you, you stumble a bit but recover by leaning into him with a laugh, Luis’s hand makes it’s way to the small of your back, pressing you just a tiny bit closer against him.

Leon’s fingers tighten subtly around the glass, jaw clenched and brow furrowed. He’s being stupid he knows he is, but he can’t help it. He’s jealous.

Eventually the song ends and you bound back to the booth meanwhile Luis slips outside, probably to smoke, Leon’s just glad you’re back with him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, he forgets you know his tells.

“Nothing.”

“Your face is doing that thing, Leon.”

He stays quiet for a moment, wonders if he should just tell you or not, but he sighs and decides he doesn’t want to ruin your night.

“Did you have fun?” He asks instead, cringing slightly.

Fuck, even he knows his tone was bitter and snarky, you picked up on it too, judging by the momentary look of suprise on your face that’s being quickly replaced with a grin, he knows he’s screwed.

“You’re jealous.”

You gasp and point an accusatory finger at him. Like it’s the discovery of the century.

He just glares at you, slugs his drink while you cackle, because it’s hilarious to you, it’s absurd.

“You’re jealous!” You repeat.

He’s jealous of Luis? You can’t help but laugh at the notion. If you weren’t a couple drinks in you’d have taken him seriously and reassured him.

But right now all you can do is laugh, you tease and tease and tease. Leon swears if you got any louder he'd have to limit your drinks soon and end your night early, still, he doesn't want to ruin your fun, if anything he'd keep your night going if you kept this up...and that gives him a little bit of an idea.

“You wanna play like that?” He grumbles, “Wait til’ we get home.”

That shuts you up real quick, paints a pretty blush across your face that lets him know he’s got you right where he wants you.

Needless to say, he makes sure you remember your place by his side once you both get home that night.

[all444miles]

— VAMP LOVE

— paring: e42!miles x fem!reader

— genre: fluff

— summary: halloween was just across the block, so why not start early and practice makeup on your boyfriend?

— a/n: YO WE SO CLOSE TO 1K AHH?? ilyasm ty !! also can we just imagine miles 42 w vamp makeup n blond braids/barrel braids for a sec.. 🤭🤭 this is kinda short bc im so sleepy but mostly this drabble is a bday gift to my pookie bestie aizie, so as long as she enjoys it idc + i hope you enjoy this when ya read it ! mwah, enjoyyy (*≧▽≦)

“MILES, QUIT MOVIN’, YOU’LL MESS UP THE FACE PAINT.”

it was the first day of october, and halloween wasn’t too far away, by your standards. And of course, a carti lover like yourself, decided to have a vamp theme. It just so happened that Miles suited that theme perfectly.

And that’s why you were on your boyfriend’s lap, makeup supplies on your counter, carefully applying black eyeliner around his eyes, Long Time Intro by Playboi Carti playing through the speakers placed in the corner of your room.

“I gotta blink, amor. Plus I cant really keep a straight face if you got your eyes on me like that.” he protested, trying his best to keep a straight face. “How do I look so far?”

“Trust the process, Miles! You look good, just lemme finish this oneee part then I’m done.” there wasn’t one part left. For you, you wanted to make sure everything looked right. Your lover, Miles, on the other hand, was eager to see the outcome. He just didn’t realise how tedious it was.

“Maa, ¿lo hiciste? He estado sentado en esta silla durante años, lo juro.” (Maa, you done? I’ve been sitting on this chair for ages, I swear.) Miles asked, practically almost falling asleep because of how slow you were doing his makeup.

You chuckled. “Miles, you’re so impatient, beauty takes timeee. I’m almost done, for real.”

After 5 minutes, you were actually done. You got off his lap, giddily grabbing a mirror to show him the result of your hard work. “It’s done! Do you like it?”

Miles looked into the mirror, turning to his side to see how it looked from different angles. A small smile grew on his face, “Wow, princesa, this looks fire. I love it, that long ass wait was worth it.”

You grinned at his compliment, pulling out your phone to take a picture of him so you could look at it later. Miles was not a fan of pictures, but for this occasion, he didn’t mind all too much. He walked closer to and gave you a kiss a the forehead, the stain leaving a mark.

“Do i gotta take this off? Because I kind of wanna keep this on.”

“Keep it on! I need to remember this moment for as long as possible.”

“You just think I look fine, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

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[wandagcre]

Hii! How you doing?

I just read your drabble about mob!Sam reaction to reader asking for a divorce.

Could you do one were reader thinks the only way of getting away from Sam is being dead so she tries to k!lol herself and Sam finds her and she gets really scare because she might lose the love of her life, so after that she does everything to be a better wife for reader

if i break | sam carpenter 🔞

(Mob!Boss Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

You didn't know how much those four words would affect the following days for you and Sam. With your deteriorating mental state, Sam's punishment, and out of control aggressiveness, you're backed up in the corner, completely stuck.

WARNING: making out, suggestive content, groping, spanking, mild torture, conditioning, self-harm, suicide attempt Words: 2.5k Note: you can read this as a stand-alone bc it's an alternative scenario to the drive you mad series but those previous parts can give u better context! reminder to not actually put yourselves in this situation guys this is all (an unhealthy) fantasy

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One would say you shouldn't be ungrateful—a roof over your head, jewelry and clothing that could solve a block's poor demise instantly, and a food to eat on your plate is the least of your worries. There's acres of space, just for you and your wife.

Sam provides everything imaginable to your heart's desire.

Yet, you feel yourself wither each day.

You've been punished by Sam that very day, when you courageously asked her for a divorce. You felt ridiculed for a short and humerous answer of the woman whom you've loved for a while. But even that couldn't sustain the foundation you built with Sam alone.

That same night, you found yourself being spanked and manhandled by the woman.

You've overheard of her tone and voice, the calculation in her cruel words  — how it roared affirmative and certain to follow through as she planned despite the protests by some of her inner circle, sometimes including her own right hand and sister, Tara, made your wife sound as though she's detached from humanity.

You regret learning an ounce from that day. You couldn't believe how you let yourself be in this sick charade, laying down beside this woman whom you once adored.

So, when Sam came home as usual, with her loosened tie and undone earrings, the thick tension resurfaced once again.

But she deeply craved your touch much as you do.

Although you obliged, knowing where it was headed from the start, you were blinded. After all there was an undeniable spark that you knew wouldn't easily go away with Sam's affection and the skill she had to pleasure you. You straddled Sam as your thumb caressed her baby hair, her soft kneading on your ass that only grew rough and sliding over your shorts to feel it bare as her kisses became needy and almost bruising.

What you didn't know was how Sam felt you were giving in as though it was a parting gift to her. The thought riled her up to an increasing madness.

She flipped you over, hovering beneath you and pushed your head against the soft mattress. It made you yelp at the force she exuded.

"I fought so hard to have you, amor!" Sam's frustrated voice roared in the master's bedroom, tears welling up your eyes. "What makes you think I'll let you get away this time? Maybe you're not bright enough if you think I would sign divorce papers from you," she angrily spat.

You felt so small. It was beyond suffocating as Sam and the way her fingers dug in your scalp as she pressed you down while within her grasp felt nothing more but terrifying.

"I-I don't feel good. Not for a while now, Sam." You admit, words slurring in your contorted mouth.

Sam gave you a mocking grin. "And I didn't wish to be this rough on you, sweetheart. But you've left me with no choice,"

She gave you a good spanking until the flesh of your ass was tender and stinging. By the end of it, you were sniffling and in tears. Sam didn't bother putting back your underwear, it was nothing but humiliating. She swiftly carries your weight like you're featherlight, your body slung over her shoulder. Your vision is upside down and you began to wail in protest, cold sweat ran through your body.

You didn't trust how Sam was handling you — this woman that stood before you didn't hold remorse nor familiarity and warmth you knew. Sam was akin to that first night she had you handcuffed. True enough, it was history repeating itself as you found yourself dropped in a smaller bed, enough to fit one, worst was how bits of it felt like an exposed space, sealing your deal in this prison-like room.

It was dowright ridiculous.

Sam firmly held you by the wrist, against the metal headboard. The clanking was continuous, you look up through your blurry vision, tears not stopping, you're cuffed.

"We go by a reward system here, sweetheart. Don't worry, I'll keep you fed. That is if — a big if — you won't lash out. All you have to say is you won't bring up a silly thing as divorce ever again." Sam patted your cheek, "Of course, you need to prove it by actions too. You're monitored. I'll be the judge of that." She motions over the camera at the corner of the room.

You wipe your nose, sniffling. "Isn't this too over the top?"

"Better vicinity, is all I'm going to say." Sam clicks her tongue, her body above you and one of her hands intimately placed on your bare stomach where your night gown slightly ridden up.

You had no phone inside, even the use of television was needed to be earned. Naturally, the almost empty space made you think a lot. It was few hours before you were freed from the cuffs.

It brought more realization that you were being isolated, completely tucked away from the existing relationships you've built with your friends. It happened slow and deliberate, that you found yourself hopeless to Sam's doings. Maybe she was even behind the unjustified killings from years ago, at your little town. Hell, maybe you were in denial all these time that Sam conjured on eliminating your mother figure from work, too.

You wouldn't be surprised anymore but the thought makes you retch.

The first few days was tough. You cried until you became exhausted. Soon it was futile and useless. You tried protesting by not eating at all, wondering what starvation will bring, only to be intervened by Sam herself. She kept you fed and bathed you, that you felt disgusted. Sam wasn't worthy to see your vulnerable state.

Sometimes, you rebelled against the trained women she sent in — at times where Sam couldn't make an exception to personally accommodate you. They let you angrily punch them, never fighting back, which made you smaller and invisible. These trained guards were obligated to report to Sam and so your punishment was still made.

You even tried memorizing the room. Attempting to knock at the walls to see if it had a weak spot, scanning as much as you can. Albeit, the windows itself were also useless. You should have known better that Sam would kept it close and bulletproof.

The depravation soon kicked in. You're conditioned at the reward she gave you that even a simple few hours of watching television made you a little bit at ease. Anything that came from outside world, you soaked it up. Nonetheless, you were treated like a pet.

But it didn't change your state, life still being sucked out of your very body.

One night, Sam was scrubbing your back clean as you sat at the bathtub. It was filled with silence, with occasional comments from Sam from the outside. She acted like everything was normal.

"Why are you doing this?" Was all you could say. You were tired.

The silence covered you two until you were in your towel, ready to dry off.

"This," Her index finger was in the middle of your chest. "Does not only beat for you, but a part of me as well." Sam continued, her voice tenuous and low. "You didn't know how your existence motivated me to survive that hell hole that my father sent me into. I need you back. I need my wife back. Isn't that all enough?"

"But what part of me do you need? Should I be stuck in that submissive and clueless, attending to your needs? Or did you want the girl that you left all those years?" You bravely confronted Sam, who was taken aback at your words.

At the end, you wouldn't take it all back. You wanted her to know—to fully simmer those thoughts.

You wanted to feel something and to end it all at the same time.

Sam had overlooked and underestimated your creativity. The cheap toilet was one of the things that was left unfinished for this spare room and it only took you to carry out its heavy lid, smashing the ceramic cover in pieces.

All you registered was the sharp piece against your soft skin, your knees that trembled and thudded against the hard floor. You feel your consciousness slipping, the fluttering of your eyes slow and uncontrable. Hopefully, to no return, you thought.

It was a blur, dreamless state. You were at peace for a while.

Though you had a small inkling that it won't last for long, you feel your mind waking up to consciousness. Your ears register the beeping of the electrocardiogram served as a white noise and your breathing sounded like it was contained. Opening your eyes, you see that you're tubed and one of your arms were infused with IV. You feel a gentle hold, on your unharmed forearm by Sam herself. She looked out of place, wearing your favorite cardigan as she slept soundly beside you.

When you moved and groaned, it stirred Sam to consciousness as well. You feel the fear brewing but it long vanished when your wife looked nothing but in complete distraught with tears spilling from her exhausted brown eyes — unlike you've ever seen before — temporarily stripped away from her cruelty and madness.

She held tighter on your forearm, but it was out of desperation and concern more than anything.

"You asked me and I never answered that day," Sam continued to sob. You see her physically restraining to hold all of you that it started to pain you. "I can't—I can never imagine being that stupid again. It could have been my last words and you suffered enough from me,"

"Sam... I could have asked better—" You protest as clarity hit you, but Sam's quivering lips halted you.

Your wife strongly shook her head in disagreement. "Nonsense. Let me finish, please. It was entirely my fault and mine alone for putting you in this situation and I never made myself much of safe space for you. But all I needed was everything you can offer. All of you, mi amor. I don't care if it was the girl I left, the one who changed, all I know is that I cannot do this life without you," She moves to bring your palm over her cheek. You feel Sam's fraught, her need to feel that you are tangible and beside her.

For a moment your anger and frustration with her had faded. It was a day full of crying, nonetheless.

Recovery was surprisingly better than you expected with Sam's improved presence around you. She was downright attentive to your needs, more than ever before. You need to pee? Sam was right by the door. You wanted to read or watch a movie? Sam could not care any less, she'll do work beside you, too. Most of the time, your wife would watch them with you, surprisingly even if she hates the genre. Were you craving for a specific food? Sam will go and get it for you.

You even joked that you wanted a foot massage but Sam took it seriously, immediately went to give you one.

"You know I'm not pregnant right?" You humorously told her. The way her head spun to your direction, flustered, had you uncontrollably smile.

Sam was taken aback. "W-What?"

"Don't you have work to do, whatever it is?"

"No. I can do them remotely, it's always been a flexible thing." I have my priorities sorted out much better now." Sam casually says. You've never seen her this carefree and it hit a pang of warmth and familiarity more than ever.

You nodded slowly. "Alright. But, can you stop acting like I'm fragile? I don't... I haven't thought of doing anything since then." The playfulness quickly faded from you.

You looked away and cannot help but glance over the healing wound on your forearm. You busied yourself with the film playing on screen. Sam opens her hand that was adjacent to your side, you don't fight the invitation and instead you make the move to hold it.

"I know you're not, mi amor. It's not that, it's just—" Sam sighed, though her eyes never left yours. "I don't want to spend remaining of my time with you by fighting or making you suffer ever again, even by the slightest just because I am greedy when it comes to you, amor. I want to make better memories, whether you choose to stay or not."

You don't reply and Sam was unchanging. All you knew is how it lifted a great weight on your shoulder.

You've never returned to the room where she kept you nor passed by the area. Interestingly enough, it was under construction again.

Days later, Sam remained at home. She didn't fail with the flowers and her gifts increasingly became thoughtful. It was between a new book of the genre you wanted, it could've been a trip to a place you mentioned. The most surprising so far was her first attempt of doing a crochet tulips for you.

It was a better sense of direction for the two of you. Sure you had needs, and the sexual tension and libido may have kicked in, but it felt like you were in a courting phase. It annoyed you sometimes, how your wife pranced in almost nothing and you were just to stare.

Though if you asked, Sam wouldn't hesitate to tell you—whether it was work, or something personal you've always been too shy or afraid to do so from the past. If you asked to burn the world, Sam would've handed you the gas and the lighter.

That's why you were taken aback during a particular rainy day, you perked up at the sound of the door and saw Sam who came back with nervous smile on her face and a new material on her other hand. She handed you a manila envelope and followed you as you took it and sat on one of the chairs at the dining area.

You curiously took it and opened it, your throat quickly dried, loss at words as you saw that it was the divorce papers you've been asking for. It made you suddenly stand up straight.

"It's only a choice up to you now. No dirty games from me, I swear on it." Sam made a sign of oath. You looked at her with the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "If you want, I can send you best of my men, back to your town for extra measure. Not to update me! Just because, well, you've been associated to me for quite some time." She rubbed her neck in what appears to be out of shame.

You incredulously looked at Sam's face. To be back from the life you have been taken away from, to reunite with people that you've missed... but it also meant being away from Sam and to no longer call her your wife—it felt sickening. You were coming around to closely forgiving her, to giving her another chance as she proved herself better than before. You doubt that this woman can actually hurt you again, after all.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you courageously grabbed Sam by the collar of her shirt. "Fuck you, Sam Loomis. Don't mess around like this."

"I'm not complaining, but I don't understand..." Sam murmured as you pushed the double door, leading her to the bed.

You two ended up catching on much needed passionate touches and sinful nights you've deeply missed with the woman. Your soul was ignited with each kiss Sam has left your neck, every touch had set you on fire. Funnily enough, the roles were reversed. You cannot be parted away from her, your arm slung and secure over her nape. What moved you the most was her kissing away the now-scarring form on your forearm.

The divorce papers? Somewhere lying on the floor, completely forgotten.

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[trash-king18]

miguelxpregnant!reader drabble

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im so sorry but i can just imagine miguel laying his head on his wife’s stomach as he often does to get her to play with his hair because he’s a big baby and after laying down for a second he shoots up looking like he can’t believe something just happened

“ay miguel wtf”

he just shushes you and puts his head back to your stomach and when he looks up at you he has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face

“oh my god what is wrong with you”

“mi vida… you’re pregnant”

“..what? no baby im not”

he looks like it’s christmas morning “yes cariño you are”

“how do you know” you’re assuming he was gonna say that he had a feeling

“i can hear it” you look at him like he’s gone insane

“hear what?”

“a heartbeat”

“uh yeah.. mine?”

he rolls his eyes “no.” his hands come to the sides of your waist and he just stares in wonder at your belly

“there’s another one. it’s small but it’s there”

“migs..” you place a hand on his face, you feel bad

“i know you want it to be true but i think i would know if i was over a month pregnant” (heartbeats develop around 35 days)

he just brings your hand down gently still smiling like a madman but then he looks at you very seriously “baby when was your last period”

you think about it for a second. you’ve been literally so wrapped up in work you hadn’t even noticed. your hand comes up to your mouth

“oh my god.”

he’s practically beaming at you but you.. just feel nauseous. “holy shit”

you spring up and run to the bathroom and lock yourself in. you hadn’t told him but you’d stashed a couple tests under the sink. you pulled every single one out and used all three.

he’s outside the bathroom door knocking repeatedly begging you to come out or let him in but you just sit on the floor too scared to look.

“bebe please come out”

“no”

“mi amor i will break this door down”

“don’t you dare”

you heard him sigh and slide down the wall to sit on the floor outside the door.

you wanted this. eventually. you were sure of it but you had expected it to be planned, you weren’t even off the pill yet.

your hands were trembling as you finally picked the test up and flipped the first one over.

and then the second

and then the third.

you sat on the floor a while longer to process. a few minutes later you finally open the door and his head turns to you, face full of concern. you put your hand on his shoulder so he doesn’t get up. you take a shaky breath and hand him the test

he takes it from your hand gently. his eyes widen as he reads it. he looks back up at you. your eyes are puffy you’d clearly been crying but before he can say something like “we have other options” “we don’t have to do this yet if you’re not ready” (which is exactly what he was about to say)

you look at him dead serious and threaten “if you baby me or smother me or try to keep me from working i will make you wish you were never born” but he isn’t even listening he just throws the test aside and pulls you down into his arms. you feel his shoulders shudder slightly

“miggy are you crying?”

he sniffles and looks down as you tip his face up with your hands

“aww mi cielo why are you crying”

“i just never thought i’d get another chance”

you wipe the tears from his face with your thumbs gently.

“well i guess we’re gonna have six kids now”

“six?”

“yeah”

he rolls his eyes even as another tear sneaks it’s way down his cheek “the spider teens are not our children”

“really? because we’ve essentially adopted all five of em”

“speak for yourself”

“oh come on migs i know you love em, even hobie”

“no.”

“mmmhm. i think i’m gonna ask him to be the godfather oo or maybe peter b”

his voice is firm but his face is soft and his eyes are still staring at you like you’re a real life angel he shakes his head gently “you will do no such thing cariño”

“don’t tell me you were planning on asking lego spider man”

“i-“

“god the attachment you have to that piece of plastic is concerning”

“don’t disrespect him like that”

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the ending was not planned but it made me giggle and i hope you enjoyed

[theres-a-body-here]

Thanacon's NSFW Imagines: Knights of The Lands Between (Part 1)

Alright scum fuckers. Yall already know ya boi Thanacon got yall with the spicy knight shit. If you like what you see, comment the knight you'd like to see a full fic/drabble for!!

Tree Sentinel:

Imagine being impaled on his cock as he nonchalantly rides his horse around Limgrave. You warm his cock as it stays still inside you

Imagine you begging for him to thrust, but he pays you no mind. Your tiny body clings to his massive frame and you whimper pathetically

Imagine him giving you a bit of reprieve by leading his horse to trot on rocky terrain, every bump and jolt drives his cock in a bit deeper

Imagine him casually riding by some soldiers of Godrick. You try to stifle your moans but he gives you a good thrust, causing your moans to slip out

Imagine him using his massive shield to hide you from their sights. He doesn't mind letting them hear you, but seeing you is just for him to enjoy

Imagine him taking you to a secluded grass field. He hops off his horse with his cock still inside you.

Imagine him laying down on the ground as you ride him. He wants you to be comfortable.

Imagine him finally start to thrust into you

Imagine him making no sound as he thrusts upwards into your heat

Imagine him gripping your hips tightly, guaranteed to bruise in the morning

Imagine his head falling back onto the ground as he increases his speed

Imagine a low growl being your only warning before he cums inside you, painting your insides white

Tanith's Crucible Knight:

Imagine asking Tanith for an alternative reward, an afternoon with her Knight. She accepts since you've been the most exemplary of the Volcano Manor

Imagine him stiffening up when he hears your proposal, and then shiver when he hears Tanith agree

Imagine getting ready and arriving to one of the Manor chambers.

Imagine seeing him on the bed, still in his amor

Imagine him trembling slightly as you approach eagerly

Imagine removing only his codpiece and palming his massive member through his undergarments

Imagine him letting out a low groan as his hand goes up to his faceplate in an attempt to suppress his sounds

Imagine fishing his cock out and stroking it slowly

Imagine his hands fly to his faceplate as he falls back onto the pillows

Imagine him letting out small whimpers as you jerk him off slowly

Imagine him thrust into your hand, a small push for you to go faster

Imagine obliging. He starts to let out laboured breathes with each quick stroke

Imagine him gripping the sheets tightly as he arches his back

Imagine him cumming as he lets out a loud whimper

Imagine him going back to covering his faceplate with his hands, embarrassed that Lady Tanith made him into your reward

Crucible Knight and Misbegotten Warrior:

Imagine being held down by the Knight as the Warrior fucks you roughly. The Misbegotten ruts into you like a mutt in heat

Imagine his cock is bumpy, knotted, and grotesque

Imagine the Knight gently rubbing your wrists as he pins you down, a stark contrast to his partner's treatment

Imagine the misbegotten drooling as he pounds you, his slobber dripping off and falling onto your bare body

Imagine the Misbegotten growling and snarling as it fucks you into the ground, signaling that its close

Imagine the Misbegotten roaring and slamming into you one final time as he cums, his knot locking you two together.

Imagine him pinning your arms down so the knight can pull his cock out

Imagine the knight lightly tapping your lips with his thick cock

Imagine the Knight holding your head still with one hand while using the other to grip the base of his cock as he ruts against your lips

Imagine him leaving trails of precum all over your face as he rubs himself on you

Imagine his grunts and moans as he strokes his cock over your face

Imagine yourself whining and trying to raise your head to get a taste, only for the Knight to raise his cock upwards. He lets out a deep chuckle as he pats your cheek

Imagine him groaning as he cums, painting your face white

[writtenfangirl]

Treasured Memories pt. 2

Part 1

Now that we have Y/N moving in with Charles, we gotta have a story about the fun they have living together. I wanted to try something new and see if the format of mixing social media posts with little drabbles would work. I used a different generator for this than I normally use so please bear with me if you see any mistakes

It was only 7:30PM and Y/N was already in bed. She wasn’t particularly tucked in, nor was she wearing her pajamas but her head was laying peacefully on the pillow, their blanket haphazardly covering her legs.

She wasn’t asleep at all though. Her mind was alive, waiting for the moment Charles came home.

Her phone was hidden behind a stack of books on her nightstand, recording her every action.

Everyday at 7:30, Charles came home from his training session to have dinner with Y/N. Sometimes, she would cook pasta but tonight, she’d requested dinner at the little bistro across their apartment. He never missed a dinner with her and Y/N didn’t either.

Like clockwork, Y/N heard the sound of jingling keys in the front door. She winked at her camera before she shut her eyes.

There was the sound of the front door opening, followed by a swift, “Amore? I’m home,” echoing throughout the apartment.

Y/N resisted the urge to say anything, focusing her mind so that her breaths were even and her face was peaceful.

Well as peaceful as can be when she was trying not to laugh.

“Amore?”

Y/N heard the sound of Charles’s footsteps shuffling across the apartment. She knew almost instinctively where he was going to look for her. Her office first, then the kitchen before heading straight to their bedroom.

“Amor—“ She heard his footsteps stop as their bedroom door opened.

She could practically imagine her boyfriend’s cute frown at seeing her sleeping form. “I can’t believe you’re already asleep, amore. It’s only 7:30.” His words were low, uttered in a whisper she strained to hear.

But Y/N didin’t reply. She kept her breaths even and her face straight.

“And you’re even wearing makeup. Amore, you can’t sleep with your makeup on. You’ll hate yourself in the morning.”

But Y/N didn’t stir and she heard Charles’ sigh.

She wondered what her boyfriend would do. Would he wake her up? Tuck her in? Or would he be annoyed at her?

Instead, she heard the sound of Charles’s footfalls, followed by the sound of their bathroom door opening and the sound of things being moved. She opened an eye, frowning at the camera as she did so before she quickly returned to her previous peaceful expression upon hearing Charles turn the bathroom lights off.

What was he doing?

When she felt something wet hit her cheeks, her eyes immediately shot open. Charles was standing over her, a damp cotton pad in his hands. “Amore, you are awake?”

“Charles, what are you doing?” Y/N asked incredulously as she stared at the cotton pad.

“Removing your makeup! You use micellar water, yes?” He replied innocently, causing Y/N to let out an incredulous laugh.

“I can’t believe you know that!”

“Of course I do!” Charles said, sounding almost offended at the insinuation that he didn’t, “I watch you do your skincare every night! After you remove your makeup, you wash your face twice. Then you do toner, your first serum, your second serum, a hydrator and then moisturizer. If it’s a Tuesday and a Thursday, you wear an overnight mask.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god. You know my nightly skincare routine!”

“I know the morning one too.” Charles said smugly. “Now why were you pretending to sleep?”

“I was filming a TikTok!” Y/N laughed, pointing at her phone that was hidden behind the stack of books.

“Amore,” Charles tsked but there was no real sound of disappointment in his voice. His lips were pulled in a smile and he was beginning to laugh too. “Your pranks are so ridiculous!”

“It wasn’t a prank! And I’m sure your fans would fall even more in love with you at this video. Pierre’s going to call you a simp!”

But Charles just laughed. “We have to remove the makeup on the other cheek too or else your foundation will look uneven.”

“I can’t believe you know what foundation is! Charles Marc Herve Percival Leclerc, you’ve always been attractive but you have never been more attractive to me than you are now.”

Charles laughed that happy sound that Y/N always memorized in her head so she could look back on it whenever she was sad.

The curl of happiness that wrapped around her heart at the thought that her attentive, amazing boyfriend knowing exactly what he needed to do to make her happy was a feeling Y/N knew she wouldn’t feel with anyone else.

If there was one thing Charles hated in this world, it’s Y/N’s job.

Though, hate may be too strong a word. He actually greatly admired Y/N’s job and her selflessness. So really, he didn’t hate her job. More like he didn’t like how it made him feel.

Of course he understood that Y/N was a career woman and her job was important. While Charles’s role as an athlete was important to him and to the people around him, Y/N’s job as an international journalist was actually and objectively important to the whole world.

As an international correspondent to the BBC, she went to different corners of the world to inform people about what was happening to other parts of the globe, may it be famine, war or disease. Journalism was her passion and her ambition was encompassed by the compassion she had for other people. After all, Y/N always believed that the world would be a much kinder place if people just knew a little bit more about other people. And while Formula One is one of the most dangerous sports in the world, it certainly beats Y/N’s assignment last week of going to Afghanistan in the middle of the Taliban taking over the country.

He hadn’t seen her in a week and due to the spotty cell reception, he hasn’t heard from her either. Just the occasional text letting him know she was still alive and well. The only time he got to see her was when he tuned in to the BBC last night to hear her live report.

While race weeks usually plagued him with thoughts of strategies and winning, this weekend, his thoughts were consumed by Y/N.

She’d promised she’d watch him this week in support but Charles didn’t care if she’d miss it at all. All he cared about was whether or not she’d come home in one piece.

“You okay, mate?” Carlos asked him after they were dismissed from their media duties to prepare for tomorrow’s race. “You seem distracted.”

He was distracted. He could barely focus on today’s qualifying and because of his distracted state of mind, Charles wasn’t paying attention when a flag was waved to slow him down, causing him to impede on Alex Albon’s qualifying time. He was given a five place grid penalty and because of that, he was forced to start at P7 rather than his original P2.

Then there was the fact that immense pressure was riding on him today. After the summer break, Ferrari’s updates and improvements on the car showed promise, with Charles and Carlos performing well during yesterday’s practice session. The gap between Max and Charles during qualifying was only 0.021 and Charles knew that if he started at second tomorrow, he had a real chance of winnning. Now his job of winning was significantly harder starting at P7.

But he couldn’t think about those things. Not when his girlfriend, the love of his life and the woman he fully intends on marrying, hasn’t spoken to him in days.

“I haven’t heard from Y/N in three days,” Charles said with a sigh and a frown. They should be on the way back to the Ferrari motorhome but Charles wanted to apologize to Alex for impeding his time and Carlos had chosen to stay with him.

“Did you fight?” Carlos asked.

“No. She just has bad reception. I usually get at least a text a day but I haven’t heard from her at all.”

“Maybe she’s just busy?” Carlos offered. “Where is she anyway?”

“Afghanistan.”

“Oh.” And Carlos’s answering frown had the lead in Charles’ stomach sinking further.

“You don’t have to say it. I know it’s dangerous.” He’d heard it said by his mother, his brothers, Fred and even by Y/N herself. It’s a dangerous place right now but Y/N had always been hard-headed. She went wherever she was needed and right now, she was needed there. Her report on the current plight of women trying to get an education under the Taliban’s regime could prove integral in garnering international support and Y/N would sooner rather drown herself than leave these women alone if she knew she had the ability to help.

“Y/N’s always been a badass, mate. She’ll be fine.”

But Charles didn’t know that she’ll be fine. It’s hard not to believe in Y/N when she had so much belief in herself. She really was a badass. But it still didn’t stop Charles from worrying about her every chance he could.

Just then, Alex emerged from the media pen, momentarily distracting Charles from his anxious thoughts on his girlfriend. “Albono, I’m sorry—“

“It’s fine,” Alex sighed. “I know you didn’t mean it. If you did, you wouldn’t be here apologizing. Besides, after your penalty, I’m starting at a better position than you tomorrow.”

Charles sent him a tight smile. “Thanks.”

“Charles, is everything okay?” Albono asked him with a frown. “You seem… off.”

“It’s Y/N.” Was the only thing Charles said but he knew Alex understood enough.

“She’s in Afghanistan, right?”

Charles nodded.

“I watched her report last night. Cheer up, mate,” Alex said as he led their little group back to the motorhomes. “I’m sure she’s okay. Y/N’s a badass.”

“That’s what I said!” Carlos gasped.

“It’s cause she is. Charles, Y/N did a whole report in Myanmar to cover the military coup as it was happening. She was on the ground covering the protests in Paris as the people were actively rioting. The girl travels to active volcanoes and super typhoons to help garner donations to those who need it. She’ll be fine.”

But Charles simply sighed. He’s lost so much people in his life. He couldn’t handle it if he lost her too.

By the time they got to the motorhome, Charles’ spirits were being considerably raised by Carlos and Alex. Sure, he still thought about Y/N, it was hard not to. But he was feeling much better about his penalty and at least he felt better about something.

“Charles!”

Charles’ head snapped to the direction of the voice, his eyes widening in surprise as Y/N sprinted towards him with the widest smile on her face before wrapping her arms around him. Out of instinct, Charles’ arms wrapped around her torso, the smell of her perfume fillinf his senses. The relief that flooded him could only be described as euphoric as he felt the way she breathed, felt the tickle of her hair on his nose and how she was struggling to keep her tiptoed feet high in an effort to reach him. She was alive and well and she was here with him.

He could hear the laughter of his team, as well as Carlos and Alex cheering him on but right now, his senses focused on Y/N. At the feel of her in his arms and the way she was practically vibrating out of sheer joy.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” Charles muttered in her ear. “Thank god you’re okay.”

“I made a promise,” Y/N replied, her voice low enough for only him to hear before she pulled away and placed a soft kiss on his lips, one that had his toes curling in delight and his heart beating fast in his chest.

The rest of the garage howled and jeered as they kissed but he didn’t care about that. He also didn’t care about the fact that Carlos was maniacally laughing as he filmed their interaction and he cared even less about the reporters that were stationed just outside of the motorhome. He kissed her back with vitriol, her lips molding perfectly to his.

When they pulled away, Y/N had a wide smile on her face that Charles was sure mirrored his own. “I made it!”

“You did! I still cannot believe this, amore. Why weren’t you replying to my messages? You had me so worried!”

“Well, aside from the shitty service, I also left my charger back in Afghanistan,” Y/N said sheepishly, “I was on the way back when I’d realized that my phone was dead and I couldn’t do anything about it but finish the rest of my journey. I’m really sorry for making you worry, babe.” Y/N’s face was apologetic but he didn’t care. He was so happy at seeing her, at touching her, at feeling her that the very world could explode right now and he would die smiling.

“It’s okay.” Charles grinned before giving her lips a little peck. “I’m just so grateful and happy you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your penalty too.” Her frown could only be described as cute in Charles’s eyes.

He couldn’t even care about his penalty, not when she was here with him. “Don’t worry about it. I have a good feeling about tomorrow.”

“Charles, are you sure about this?”

He nodded. “One-hundred percent, amore. You have two minutes.”

“Babe, I could grab a lot of books in two minutes.”

“It’s your birthday. Go crazy.”

She gave him a steady look. “You know, most boyfriends would just buy their girlfriends a pretty necklace for their birthday and be done for the day.”

He gave her a cheeky smirk. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You have a pretty necklace with a matching bracelet and earrings waiting for you at home.”

She rolled her eyes but not even a blind man could be convinced she was actually annoyed.

Charles didn’t seem to think so but in Y/N’s opinion, he spoils her too much.

Every birthday, anniversary and Christmas meant a lavish gift that in Y/N’s opinion was not necessary. He bought her a Ferrari last Christmas for crying out loud! And though Y/N was appreciative, she just wasn’t used to all of this. Even though Charles had tried his damndest to convince Y/N that the Ferrari was really a gift from the team and not him and that he didn’t even have to spend a dime to get that car, it was still too much.

It also didn’t help that one of Charles’s main love languages was gift giving and it was hard to convince him not to buy her so much stuff when he has a lot of money.

She recalled one time when Charles had gone inside a Rolex store to pick out a birthday gift for Lorenzo and she had gone with him when her eye had been caught by a watch. She didn’t even ask to see it, just simply looking at it through the glass when all of a sudden, Charles had asked the clerk if he could buy that watch as well only to give it to her when they exited the store.

He’s mellowed out over the past few years and has stopped giving her a gift simply for existing. But all that did was ensure that on special occasions when he was expected to give her a gift, he went all out.

This morning, Y/N woke up to flowers and breakfast in bed. When she was finished, Charles had made reservations for a spa day with her and her friends, with all expenses answered by a swipe of his card. When her spa treatments were over, he picked her up for a fancy dinner that probably cost more than Y/N’s yearly salary followed by a trip to the bookstore, where Charles had given her the chance to pick out any and all books for a two minute time period that he will pay for.

“You’re ready, amore?” Charles said as he set his phone’s timer to 00:02:000.

Y/N was more than ready. Books were expensive and though she would normally protest at all of the gifts her boyfriend would give, books were ones of the few things she would never say no to.

“I was born ready. Start the timer.” And then, almost in a blink, she zoomed across the bookstore, grabbing book after book and dropping it on one of the two baskets that Charles was carrying for her. She grabbed whole boxed sets, a plushie and even managed to snag a scented candle and a new e-reader in the process before the timer set off.

“Done!” Y/N squealed as she dropped her last book in the basket.

“I really underestimated you, amore,” Charles said as he struggled to lift the two baskets filled to the brim with books.

“You don’t get between me and my books, babe. You know that.” She grinned as she bent down and picked up the other basket to help him. “Besides, you specifically told me to go crazy.”

“You ran so fast, you were a blur.” Charles laughed. “Even faster than me in a Ferrari! I’m going to have to build you a new shelf for all these books.”

His words gave her pause. He was right. Her current shelf only had one last row before it was filled and then she’d have to get an entirely new shelf for the rest of her books. Maybe she should return the basket she was holding…

Upon seeing the look in her face, Charles stopped and gave her a glare. “Don’t even think about it, amore. You’re getting all these books.”

“But you’re right about the shelf—“

“I can afford to buy you a shelf, Y/N.”

“Yeah but still—“

“No ifs and or buts. We made a deal. Now, come on. Let me pay.”

“Babe, I think we broke the internet.”

Charles looked up from his phone as Y/N settled in on the couch, a giant grin on his face. “I think so too.”

“Maybe posting those pictures was a bad idea.” Y/N laughed as she turned the TV on. “People��s brains have collectively exploded. I mean, I have people at work calling me to ask if it was all true.”

“What did you say?”

“Of course I told them the truth.”

“I have the whole grid calling and texting to congratulate us.”

Y/N grinned as she scrolled through Netflix’s selection, clicking the movie that she and Charles agreed on. “Lucky for us, Pierre knows how to keep his mouth shut. I thought for sure he’d go running straight to Yuki.”

“You know,” Charles said as he continued to scroll through his phone at the explosion of texts and notifications, “I’m thinking of a social media detox tonight.”

“You mean to say after posting those pictures, we just turn off our phones and stop replying to everyone?”

Charles’s grin could only be described as devious. “Yes. That sounds like a great plan, in my opinion. We can turn our phones on tomorrow.”

Y/N’s answering smile was just as evil. “You’re right, babe. That is a great plan.”

[emeraldserenade]

Current Boyfriend ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You try the current boyfriend trend on Joaquín

tw: fem!reader, aftercare but no smut (I'm sorry!! I skipped writing it), barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

I've done two TikTok trend fics with Joaquín, so now I'm doing another one.

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There was a trend going around, one that you thought was hilarious. You weren't one to record TikToks, but your sister was. So you called her over and the two of you decided to do the trend together.

"I'm here with my sister and my current husband!" Your sister exclaimed, both her husband and Joaquín were in the back. You fought your smile as you saw them both look up confused.

"Yeah, he's sitting back there with my current boyfriend," you affirmed and saw the way Joaquín's face fell a little bit before a smirk took over his face.

"Current boyfriend?" Joaquín called over, you weren't sure where this was going. "You plan on proposing to me before I can propose to you?" His head was cocked to the side as you whipped around to face him.

"What?" You questioned, an incredulous laugh leaving you as you looked to your sister and brother in law. You noticed the back door opening and your parents and Joaquín's family walking in. "Wait, wait, no way," you muttered.

"Yes way," Joaquín nodded, moving to stand in front of you before falling to one knee.

"Wait, was this planned? Was this why you were sending me those TikToks?" You looked to your sister.

"Of course it was planned," Joaquín told you, pulling the box from his pocket. "Y/n y/l/n, I've wanted to marry you since we met and you laughed at my stupid attempt to make you notice me. I can't imagine my life without you, so will you marry me?"

"Of course I will!" You nodded and pulled him up to kiss him, you hadn't even looked at the ring. "You really pulled this off," you muttered against his lips.

"I had help," he told you and you spun in his arms to face the others. You looked around at the mesh of the two families, you weren't even sure when Joaquín's got in from Miami.

You went over to hug them all, your ring still firmly in the box. "Go get your ring, girl!" Your sister laughed and you quickly ran back to Joaquín.

"I forgot!" You announced.

"You forgot about the ring?" Joaquín mumbled, gently sliding it on your finger.

"I'd marry you with a ring pop, so yes, I forgot," you told him, a smile on both of your faces.

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"I still can't believe you and my sister were in cahoots," you told Joaquín as you watched him disappear into the bathroom for a wash cloth.

"Do you seriously want to talk about your sister right after I fucked you for over an hour?" Joaquín questioned, gently cleaning you up.

"Mm, no," you told him, lifting your left hand to look at your ring. "It's pretty," you told Joaquín as he pulled you up for the bathroom. He set you on the toilet as he started the shower. Once he deemed it was warm enough, he pulled you to stand and into the shower.

There was a domestic feeling that fell over you two as Joaquín slowly washed your hair and body for you. You returned the favor, even though Joaquín did have to hold you up. Your towel was wrapped around you before Joaquín wrapped his towel around him. You stole one of Joaquín's soft t-shirts and a pair of panties while Joaquín changed the sheets. You slipped into bed as Joaquín slipped on some boxers before getting into bed with you. "I can't wait to marry you," you mumbled into Joaquín's chest as you curled into him.

"I can't wait to marry you too, amor," Joaquín said and you beamed before letting the pull of sleep take over you.

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Masterlist | Requests If you want to be added to the tag list, follow the directions on my masterlist

[jayden-killer]

Imagine Miguel discovering you were suicidal for all these years... (TRIGGER WARNINGS: self-harm mention, suicide mention, mental health instability, breakdown)

A/N at the end of this drabble.

That you cut yourself. That you tried to commit since a young age.

Yet, he didn't know anything about it.

He never knew. Of course, you didn't tell him. He shouldn't have to deal with this shit. Because it was your shit, not his. They were your problems. But he couldn't believe it.

He was shocked. Tears picked at his red, brownish eyes. His hands trembling, trying to bring you close to him.

How could you? Why didn't you tell him sooner? He would've helped you. Together. Why? Why going through this alone?

"De qué estás hablando, amor? No te creo" His voice shook. "No te creo. Dime que es una broma... Lo es?" (What you're talking about, love? I don't believe you. I don't. Tell me it's a joke...it is?)

Oh, how you wished it was a joke.

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Author's here. My thought is..to make a one short based on this idea. Not an idea, some details are taken from my life. Would you like it? My main reason to write something like this is to bring comfort to everyone who went through shit like this in life. And you should know you aren't alone. My DMs are always open. ♡

[cherrybean]

My apologies for the late post, not too much of a smut post as i haven’t had much inspo, but hope you guys like it 🤍

How i imagine Lalo being as your lover

SFW on top and NSWF below

SFW

Lalo would be the type to call you nicknames all the time “mí amor, cariño, hermosa, princesa, muñequita, etc etc” (my love, dear, gorgeous, princess, doll)

Lalo would definitely be the type to cook for you, doesn’t matter if he’s had a hard day (proven in the first episode we see where he makes Nacho food and then another scene later on when he, again, makes Nacho food)

I feel like Lalos love language would definitely either be acts of service and physical touch if not quality time

Lalo doesn’t strike me as a super jealous lover, but he definitely would not like another man’s eyes to wonder on you

If he noticed anyone staring at you or looking at you a little too long or taking interest in you he’d make sure to wrap his arm around you and bring you close while smugly smiling at the other person

I feel like Lalo definitely likes small touches and making sure you’re next to him or he can always be able to touch you. For example, kissing you on your shoulder if he’s standing behind you or laying his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind as you’re doing any mundane activity, playing with your hair when you guys cuddle, etc.

Lalo definitely puts his hand on your thigh caressing it while he drives 😫

NSWF 🫣

Lalo strikes me as a person who is very dominant in bed. His dominance in his personal life definitely translates in the bedroom

He may let you be on top, such as cowgirl, because he loves to watch you take control but he will still be the one controlling your hips and the movement 😏

Leaves hickies all over your neck and body as a reminder of the night before or just to watch you freak out if you’re going out and him telling you he likes seeing you marked up by him

Although he’s not an extremely jealous partner I do think Lalo is a very possessive one, ie the hickies

Don’t see Lalo being into super kinky sex imo 😭 he will be very rough with you on some days when he’s had a hard day or you pissed him off, but I don’t think it’d be kinky sex more just nasty 😮‍💨

Lalo would absolutely love you calling him daddy or papí in the bedroom

First time you do I’m sure he’d almost lose it and bust in you

Lalo would be very into breeding you 😏 I’m talking about making sure you’re full of his cum and fingering you after to make sure it doesn’t leak out when he pulls out

When he’s not filling you up with his cum Lalo is definitely painting you with it. Cumming on your face after a blowjob, cumming on your chest or back, either area he loves to see you either full of it or painted in it. It’s his sick little kink

Lalos favorite sex positions would most likely be missionary or back shots. Missionary because he can see the look on your face as he absolutely destroys your pussy and you cling onto him. Back shots because he’ll love to see you gripping onto anything in sight as he thrusts into you and he loves to see your ass bounce 😭

Don’t see Lalo as a very vocal man in the bedroom but i can imagine him letting out grunts when he fucks you and tells you some nasty shit “te gusta mí amor” “dime lo que quieres” (do you like that love? tell me what you want)

Can see (or hear) Lalo being somewhat of a whimperer when he cums, after you give him sloppy head I can imagine him whimpering a bit after he cums in your mouth as you continue to suck his sensitive dick as he tries not to cum again “fuck muñquita así” (fuck doll just like that)

(Fuck it might just write a lalo blowjob Drabble after this omg 🫣🫡 stay tuned)

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

another manolo anon here, requesting- another manolo fic. preferably nsfw of some kind, i think he's really good with his fingers from playing guitar for so long. do what you will with my headcanon.

Deep

Pairing: Manolo Sanchez x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, just downright smut, thirsty reader, fingering, short fic, drabble

Words: 1027

Streams of the sun was what awoke you that morning, tangled in your bedsheets with the spot next to empty. It was cold, telling you that Manolo had woken up long ago and left the comfort of your casa. You hadn’t even felt him get up.

Leisurely you stretch your limbs, enjoying the action as a lazy cat would. You wonder how long Manolo had been gone for.

Ten minutes later you catch the creak of the front door opening and the soft shutting of it. Gentle footsteps guide your eyes to the bedroom door. Just as it opens, you close your eyes feigning sleep; wanting to know what he would do.

You hear him tenderly chuckle, his hand oh so delicately comes down on the top of your head in an affectionate pat that had your tummy searing warm. It was hard to keep the smile off your face but you managed to restrain your facial muscles.

He shuffles away and you begin to hear articles of clothing being removed.

Covertly you crack one eyelid open the smallest fraction.

While not being a matador anymore, Manolo still kept up with the work out routine of one as he liked staying in shape.

Broad shoulders glisten with sweat that crawls down to the fine taper of his waist. He's quietly humming as he undoes his pants. You allow your eye to open a little more. Manolo had one of the finest asses in all of Mexico. Perfectly rounded with pure muscle. You let the other eye open to truly appreciate the sight before you. They led to expertly sculpted thighs that could crack open a watermelon.

But you were specifically waiting for him to turn around so you could see that beautiful monster between his legs.

"Ay!!" Manolo leaps a little when he realizes you're actually wide awake and watching him with a blush to your cheeks as you cheekily grin at him. "Mi amor! I hope I didn't wake you." He relaxes but still a bit flustered from your heated gaze.

You practically purr as he's still standing in front of you completely naked. "You didn't. Come here, Manolo."

Even though both of you have seen each other naked many times, Manolo still grew bashful in front of you and shuffles his way over.

To his surprise, you run your finger along the length of his girth, watching it come to life from your touch. It rolls over and immediately fattens up. He moans softly, always responsive to your caresses and overly sensitive. Soon enough, his cock is standing at attention, swaying in front of you as he continues to shiver from your ministrations. You're practically jacking him off now, but you really want him in your mouth.

When you lean your face forward to his crotch, Manolo's heady haze clears and he's pushing you away. "Mi amor, no. I'm still sweaty. Can't imagine it would be pleasant for you." He chuckles at the last part and you pout.

Before you could protest though, Manolo throws the sheets off of your body. You were still clad in your thin nightgown. "I can offer you something else though." Those skilled fingers of his glide across your bare thigh, pushing up the hem of your gown to your lacy panties that had him biting down on his bottom lip. His cock twitches when he runs his hand under your panties and cup your ass. A breathy moan shudders your body when his fingers wedge their way between your thighs. His pupils are completely blown up and he's panting a little.

To make things easier for him, you roll onto your back and spread your legs wide for him. He's whimpering from the sight of your already wet pussy. Many times Joaquin teased him for being so pussy whipped. Manolo never felt bad though as he sat on the edge of the bed to worship properly. Your panties are promptly discarded, replaced by his large hand that was rough with calluses from both the sword and guitar.

His thumb first rolls over your clit before slipping between your sopping folds earning more whines from Manolo and you. "Que bonita." Manolo sighs as he toys with your cunt, riling it up for him so that his large fingers would have an easier time penetrating you. He's squirming and fisting his cock with his other hand in needy desperation.

You toss your head back and forth on your pillow, his name a prayer on your tongue when he finally slides in one glorious finger into the velvet wetness between your legs. Instinct had your hips bucking and your legs threatening to trap his hand but he's strong enough to keep your bucking at bay.

"Manolo-" Your moan is utterly filthy but drives right into his cock and has Manolo slipping a second digit into you. His pumps are slow and torturous. He revels in the feely of your gummy walls squeezing the life out of his fingers. Tickling the inside of you when he begins to curl his fingers in a delicious rhythm that has a wonton cry coming out of you.

"Eso es todo. Canta mas para mi (That's it. Sing more for me)." Manolo's dark eyes actually roll when he feels your pussy mercilessly clench down as he continues to finger you. His thumb strums your clit as it would the strings of a guitar. "Por favor mi amor. Necesito escuchar más de tu bonita voz (Please my love. I need to hear more of your pretty voice)."

Lips quiver to form the words "P-p-please Manolo." From your bleary vision you make out Manolo's shoulders shiver at your begging. A squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy grew louder as his movement became faster. He presses down harder on your swollen bundle of nerves with his thumb.

That was it for you. Those magical hands of his always brought you to a fast climax that smacked you senseless. Your entire being explodes and you knew your neighbors would be able to hear you happy cry as you came hard around Manolo's fingers.

[jazzafayesworld]

Holy shit lifes been hectic but a little Iida drabble...

Coming home to see Tenya after he's been gone for a week long mission is usually one of your favorite reunion moments. However, you've been equally busy on a work project and with personal issues that for the first couple of days, you don't realize he's home. So, imagine your surprise when you come home to your husband cooking your favorite dinner...

"Amore?" You slip off your shoes at the door and set your things down on the catch all. Rounding the corner there's a massive bouquet of red roses on the dinner table as well as a bottle of your favorite wine.

"Welcome home, darling. How was work?" Tenya asks while plating dinner for the both of you. He rounds the kitchen island to carry both plates to the table, only pausing long enough to give a chaste peck to your temple. He sets down the food to give you an actual kiss and tears start falling.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

"I just missed you... I've been so busy I didn't realize you were home..."

"Dearest, don't fret. I knew about your project. I wanted to support you in the things that I could since I can't help with historical design. You do such an amazing job for us that I wanted to give you a hand. Don't worry about it. Let just eat, I'll run us a bath and then we can do a movie, hm?"

"Alright, Amore... welcome home"

Tenya looks at you with a soft smile and eyes full of love, "it's good to be home Darling"

[renren-006]

Original Masterlist!

Started: 7-29-22 Updated: 6-10-2025 Story count: 83

❀Stories❀:

(*** Means it is a requested story) In order: Ryan Gosling characters Ethan Hunt Daryl Dixion Henry Cavil Lucious Verus Joel Miller Marvel: Wanda, Bucky, Peter Parker(AG), Steve Rogers, Frank Castle Other: Bruce Wayne(Bale), Jeffery Dean Morgan, Dean Winchester, Fezco, Theseus, Alicent(HOD), Draco Malfoy

Ryan Gosling ✧

ONE SHOTS

Officer K

Heart of Gold

Driver

Get Away Driver

unworthy goodbyes

Sebastian Wilder

La vie en Rose

Sierra Six/Court Gentry

Double Trouble ***

Turning Tides ***

Rematch ***

Prince Charming ***

Protection Squad ***

Homework Problems ***

Polaroid

The Spy Next Door ***

Jealous Reader ***

SONG INSPIRED

Sierra Six/ Court Gentry

Loved *** (You Are Loved by Taylor Swift)

SMUT

Sierra Six/Court Gentry

Far Away

All you had to do was ask

Shy Boy ***

Ethan Hunt✧

ONE SHOTS

Promises

Reckoning ***

Lazy Saturdays ***

Falling in Love in France ***

Complete ***

Following Along

Guard Dog ***

Dedication

Rogue Love

Daryl Dixon✧

ONE SHOT

Jealousy ***

Prisoner and Savior

Sunshine Optimist

"I Know"

Savior

Over the Years

Rainy Night Kisses

Y'all Didn't Know? ***

Gates

Angel ***

Helmets and Leather Jackets ***

Immunity

DRABBLE

Keep her Safe.

KHS pt. 1

KHS pt. 2

SMUT

The Hearts Want

After

ABC

Henry Cavil ✧

ONE SHOTS

Geralt Of Rivera

Sleepovers

Wounds and Kisses ***

Preference ***

Clark Kent / Superman

Photo Worthy

Lucious Verus ✧

ONE SHOT

Familiar Eyes

Emperor Lucius

Doctors Magic

Amor Fati ***

Joel Miller✧

Baby Girl

MARVEL:

IMAGINS:

Bucky and Steve:

The boys comforting you about your ex

Wanda✧

ONE SHOT

Magnets

Love Knot

I Knew you in another life

Red Strings (Visualising)

Bucky✧

ONE SHOT

Car Troubles

The Book

Pain Tolerance

Obsession (WS)

RAMBLE

Remember

SONG INSPIRED

Pickin Boys (Slim Pickings by Sabrina Carpenter )

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)✧

ONE SHOT

Skyscraper

Steve Rogers

ONE SHOT

Reading Nook(Visualization)

When He Glances Away

DRABBLE

Time

Frank Castle

ONE SHOT

Hells Kitchen

Savior

Other

Bruce Wayne✧

ONE SHOT

The Love of a Bat

No More Secrets

Jeffry Dean Morgan✧

Negan

ONE SHOTS

Prisoner and Savior

To Love and Trust

SERIES:

Love Lost

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3?

John Winchester

ONE SHOT

Hunt

Dean Winchester✧

DRABBLES

Deans Playlist

ONE-SHOTS

Fezco✧

ONE SHOT

Anger and Love ***

You Did a Bad Thing Twice ***

Theseus Scamander ✧

SMUT

Magic Hands ***

JJ Maybank✧

ONE SHOT

Bruises

Alicent Hightower✧

ONE SHOT

From the Castle Walls

Draco Malfoy✧

ONE SHOT

Taken

[yummyrevivalfluid]

Sunday Updates!

No sneak peaks! Sorry! 😓

I pretty much uploaded most of the stuff I was writing 🙃 Most of my stuff I have at the moment are just ideas/ drafts that need to be written out for upcoming chapters!

For those who recently requested, PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME 😭 I WILL GET TO IT! TRUST! 🫡

IMPORTANT: I might not post according to my schedule. Or not post anything at all for the rest of April! I have about 2-3 weeks until my semester ends, and I need to lock in.

Full time uni student + part time job means I need all the time I have to study! 😿

But then again…. I’m a pro procrastinator 😼 so you might see a little something here and there. Probably an imagine or so….unless the stress consumes me 😺

I know I say this a lot, but thank you for your support! I love to read all your comments! I'm an ovethinker and sometimes I wonder if my writing sucks but reading your comments makes me feel so much better!

I didn't realize it, but this blog has passed 100 followers! I'm not sure how to celebrate this achievement! Should I do a Q&A, or should I post a prompt list and write short drabbles for the prompts requested? What do you want to see? Again due to my semester ending, I might not celebrate this achivement until April is over!

The rest of the post is just me rambling???

Im in currently in my feels 🥲

I'm going through an imaginary breakup while listening to the Marias on repeat. It doesn't help that I also have other sad songs in rotation at the moment. 🙂 If you all want song recs...

Mis Sentiminetos-Los Angeles Azules

Amor Eterno-Juan Gabriel

Mi Buen Amor-Mon Laferte

We Hug Now-Sydney Rose

I came across a TikTok of a group called Latin Mafia creating a snippet of a song that goes crazy. They made it for funsies and aren't dropping the song, and it's driving me insane cuz the lyrics hit.

—-

Te estoy corretando (Im chasing you around)

Pensando en mi mente que te quiero ver. (Thinking in my mind I want to see you)

Ya van does dias enfermo de ti. (I've been sick of you for two days)

Dale ven curame. (Come, heal me)

Que ha sido de ti? (What's become of you?)

Extraname (Miss me)

De extraño ti. (I miss you)

—-

Who knows? It might be the driving force behind the chapter finale of Senku x Artist Reader. There are so many angsty ideas I have for the chapter finale of Senku x Artist Reader, and I’m fighting demons right now. Do I go off-script? 😈 hehehehe

[resi4skz]

Legend: [🔥= smut] [☁️= fluff] [🌹= neutral]

Oneshots/Drabbles:

My Nerdy Girl 🔥

A Promise ☁️

Breakfast and Pancakes🔥☁️

Lights, Camera, Action! ☁️

Be Mine🌹

Second Chances🌹

My Sugar Daddy☁️🌹

Code 0325☁️

Neverending Story ☁️

Miroh Club☁️

New Beginnings ft. Han☁️

Mi Amore 🔥

Stalker Chan 🌹

Series:

Starstruck🔥☁️(b.c) [completed]

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

The Runaway ☁️🔥(b.c.)

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

The Contest (b.c.)

pt 1

O8 Biker Gang O8 🔥☁️ (COMING SOON)

Intro/synopsis

Tangled Heart (b.c.) 🔥☁️ [COMING SOON]

Preview

Healing Hearts, Finding Love (in the works)

The Ocean's Whisper (in the works)

Wattpad series (ongoing)

From Brush to Heart (b.c.)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Love in a syllabus (h.j.)

Intro

Chapter 1

Wattpad series (completed)

Suddenly Yours (b.c.)

intro

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Imagine series:

O8 Imagine (intro) 🔥

Hyunjin

Felix

Jeongin

[shadowyhideoutpeace]

Marvel Fics

(updated 01/10/25)

Loki Laufeyson

Fluff

What He Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him

SECRETS

Magic show

Combat Training

A fool with a bullet wound

Melody of Mischief

Series

FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE

Smut

Loki Laufeyson Masterlist

although it’s so romantic

The Urge

Masterlists

Thor Odinson

Fluff

Carolina Reaper

Imagine Thor doesn’t think he can get drunk

Idunn's Apples

A Royal Pregnancy

You Have To Learn

Angst

Smut

Guardian!reader and Thor

fertility god

keep burning

Mornings

Masterlists

Masterlist CharnelHouse

Matt Murdock

Smut

Deprivation

Wicked Games

Masterlists

fettuccin-e

Peter Parker (TASM & Tom)

Fluff

baby spider | A.G.

Flirty bully coming your way | T.H.

breaking his glasses

math test

nerdy peter

SPIDER-BOY

Angst

The Last Time

Begin Again

❝late-bloomer❞

Smut

hold you here, my loveliest friend

and when her edges soften

she wears me down to bones in bed

just another screaming speck of dust

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

tonguing down peter parker

I Want To

Masterlists

fettuccin-e

Namor/ KuKulkan

Fluff

The Unexpected- The Proposal | Explanations and Surprise Visits

Sweet like mango

Baby, all at once, this is enough

THE KING'S PROPOSAL

“you’re so warm.”

The Artist and the Sea

Lullaby

Namor drabble

It's just a game!

A Point of No Return

Embarazo

…Story Imagine… 2

Angst

…Story Imagine…

The Depths You’ll Go

Delayed Fate

My Queen, My Sun and My Sea

Smut

con la brisa

oneshot

Namor x Reader!waterbender/powers

Series

Unfulfilled

Child without love

The Stranger

Mi Amor

doctor

Peter/Pietro Maximoff

Fluff

Taking a Bubble Bath with Peter Maximoff

SMUT

Use Me (Peter)

Better than her (Pietro)

Masterlist

essie’s masterlist

Druig

Fluff

For Eternity ❦

A fic where the eternals don't know you're a thing with Druig

For You? I Do

Eros Flirts with the Wrong Eternal

sunshine & kisses

Disbelief

Troublemaker

Smut

“‘No’? You’re such a bad liar.”

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

Angst

unrequited love

Masterlists

Druig ~ Masterlist