#angel x papi

[pensbridge]

If I had a nickel for every time I fell for a friends-to-lovers couple—1 crushing on the other for years before the other inevitably falls slowly, gradually over time and is hit like a truck with the realization of these feelings (whose moments are so subtle if you blink you'll miss them)..

I wouldn't be that rich. But it's weird that it's happened so much.

[pensbridge]

Most of the time in a relationship, there's one person who's physically there for the other to lean on. Person A is a comforter-aww, so sweet. look at how they support their romantic partner.

Then you have person B being the one to lean...physically...sometimes flailing...falling on person A, like they can't be without for literally 2 seconds. darling, I am literally trying to read, or look at my laptop, or look at my detailed excel spreadsheet...get off of my shoulder like a limp shRimP!

*but in their head they're really thinking: jk don't stop. my face says I'm annoyed, but I love this arrangement we have going on.

[rainbowskittle]

Tbh I watch everything he’s made haha. Oops… expect Glee.

[kaylorstree]

more ship playlists i forgot i made

rue x jules (euphoria)

steve x eddie (stranger things)

angel x papi evangelista (pose)

[pedroslittlelady]

I could not stop reading this series! These two stole my heart 💕 So sweet and sexy, and that smut 🥵 Papi!Javier Pena gives me butterflies 🦋

꒰ა ONLY ANGEL ໒꒱

javier peña x f!reader

After his return to the US, Javier is trying to settle back into a normal life without the pressures of Colombia and the DEA, but he finds himself feeling isolated with no one to spend his nights with. Now a newly appointed criminology professor at Texas A&M, he is drawn to you, a post-grad student in one of his classes. You’re intelligent and witty, sweet and kind, and he can’t get you out of his mind. To cope with his growing loneliness and to rid himself of thoughts of you, he signs up for an “arrangement service” to connect him with somebody—a sugar baby—he can care for. After he is matched up with Angel, he finds himself developing feelings quicker than he ever expected, but what happens when he finds out Angel is really you?

series masterlist

chapter one: sweet temptations

chapter two: lips of an angel

chapter three: sugar & spice

chapter four: i can see you

chapter five: hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect

chapter six: an angel cries

chapter seven: chest infect me, waste my days

chapter eight: i feel it coming

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

series extras

only angel playlist - spotify / apple music

[schlattslonghairytoes]

can i come over?

when schlatt moves to texas an unexpected storm leaves him with no where to go, will you offer up a room to your friend?

streamer reader x streamer schlatt

you had lived in texas since you attended college at texas a and m

orginally you went to ithica college, but you transfered during your sophmore year

you now had your own apartment as you were out of college

you knew a couple of other content creators who lived in the area, but not many

your closest friend, ted nivison, lived in los angeles, but you went to visit him every now and again

your phone rang, "gangnum style" blasting in your ears and groaned, you reached for your phone, only to be met with a picture of you and theodore from college freshman year

"i need your help guppie." teds face filled the screen and his dopey smile made you laugh

"you woke me up mr grouper." your nicknames came from the first time you got high together and decided to watch bubble guppies

"wakey wakey! does this fit look ok?" he set the camera down and walked away from the camera, he did a little spin before grabbing his phone again

"yes you look very fashionable theo. can i go back to sleep now?" ne nodded but very quickly realized he had something else to tell you

"wait really quick, remember schlatt? you met him during the lunch club era" you scanned your sleepy memory trying to remember this guy you probably met once.

"um, tall right? good looking?" ted nodded and laughed, sitting down at his desk

"glad to hear thats what you remember. anyways, im pretty sure hes moving out to Austin in the coming months, so you guys should talk cause he only knows a handfull of people out there." ted said

"cool. can i please sleep now." your tired brain did not care for this random man barely remember.

"yes, reach out to him ok?" he smiled at the camera

"yes theodore kennedy nivison junior. love you. byeeeee" and with that you ended the call.

you didnt really think about teds call all that much, untill around 3 months later you recieved a text from an unknown number

even though schlatt then tried ghosting you, ted finally convinced him to man up and keep talking to one of the few people living where he was soon moving

over the span of a month you two had been constantly talking, to the point where you were starting to consider him as one of your closest friends

you would facetime atleast once a day, text everyday, and you even streamed twice together on your account

you were getting very excited to have a new friend so close by

then came the storm.

you lived alone with your dog, and you knew your house would not be ready for this shit.

you stalked up on food, blankets, flashlights

basically anything you could get your hands on

and you bunkered down at your house with your dog, getting ready to thug the next few days out

you were scrolling on your phone, on the first night of the storm, power already out, house fucking freezing, and you see schlatt had posted on his snap story

you open it to find a video of him yelling outside of a completely dark marriot

screaming about how thats where he is supposed to be staying

and you were getting very worried, like your new friend who youve never met in person, might deadass freeze to death.

so you did what any caring soul like yourself would do

you swipe up on his story with your address and a follow up message saying "pull up to mi casa papi 🍆 "

and hope he would hurry so you could go to bed

around twenty minutes later you layed cuddled with your dog bundled in over ten blankets

when felt your house fucking shake with how hard schlatt was banging on your door

you walked downstairs, and opened the door, to a giant, shivering, and covered in snow schlatt, who you immediatly wrapped in a hug and dragged upstairs

"c'mon lets get you nice and warm." you brought him to your room where you turned your bed into a nice warm spot for him "i have some clothes for you, they were my brothers so they should fit" you smiled up at him

he hadnt said much yet and you could see the stress seeping through his face, he dropped his stuff and kinda just hugged you.

"you ok?" you laugh as he pulls away from the hug. he smiles sadly before sitting down on your bed

"ive been better ill be honest" he laughed quietly.

"some first day here huh?" you pat him on the back, trying to comfort him.

"you could say that. holy shit i thought that was a stuffed animal" he says looking at your dog

"go change dumbass, bathrooms on the right" you watch as schlatt takes the clothes and walks to your bathroom, you think you even hearhim flick on the light switch.

"do you want a flashlight?" you yell out to him, to which you get a small "please" back in return, you laugh and leave a flashlight infront of the door

you get comfy in the small sofa in your room, as schlatt was not going to fit on it, and your other bedroom was turned into your office. but you didnt mind him taking the bed

he came out of the bathroom minutes later and quietly shut the door behind him when he turned around he was looking at you kinda funny

you began to ask what was wrong before he cut you off "absolutely not, im not kicking you off your bed, get up" he towered over you on the sofa

"schlatt shut the fuck up, your not fitting on this thing, i barely do."

"you have a king size bed, were sharing, me you and that oddly stuffed animal looking dog c'mon get a move on" he got into the bed and waited for you and your dof to follow him

you laughed and made your way over, your dog following closely behind. you flop down onto the bed and look at the man laying next to you

"crazy this is the first time we're meeting" he says getting comfy

you lay another blanket on the both of you as your dog jumps up on the bed and lays between the two of you "im glad ted introduced us" you take a moment to inspect him

you two had called on discord many times and FaceTimed, but nothing lived up to the real thing.

"im really happy he introduced us too."

guys i kinda hate how this turned out

sorry 😣 😥 😦 😧 😨 😪 😢 😞 😰 😿 🫤 ❤️‍🩹 ☹️ 😐

[patriwoso]

angel down

alexia putellas x child!reader

Christmas was all new and exciting.

Now you had turned 3, you understood the excitement of santa claus and the presents and yummy food.

You were even getting the first experience of a nativity play.

Mami had signed the form for kindergarten to allow you to participate in the christmas show, and you’d been given the role to be an angel.

For weeks at mami’s training, you’d been telling everyone you were going to be the angel. The excitement grew and grew until the day finally came.

Mami had booked 6 tickets for all your supporters. Herself, Mama Jenni, Tía Mapi, Tía Ingrid and Eli and Alba.

Abuela Eli wanted to treat you to special dinner before your big star role of the show, so Mami made sure to get you ready a few hours earlier to meet your family in the restaurant.

Mama Jenni helped you to put on your shoes and held your hand as you left the apartment.

“Are you excited to be an angel?” She smiled, swinging your arm back and forth as you skipped down the pavement.

“Sí!” You grinned, getting all excited. “I be the best angel in the whole world!”

Jenni scooped you up and kissed you on the cheek. “You are the best angel in the world already.”

“Love you mama”

“I love you too, very much.”

The restaurant Abuela Eli had chosen for you was in the centre of Barcelona, not far to walk.

Mami helped you with the reading and you chose a pasta dish on the children’s menu.

“This comes with ice cream for desert too baby.” Mami tells you.

The sound of that is enough to make excitement burst out of you.

“ICE CREAM!!” You shout, quickly getting quietened down.

“Sshhh, inside voices.” Mami reminded you.

“Lo siento.”

When you pasta arrives, Jenni helps you eat it.

You have the grasp of holding your own fork but sometimes it’s still a struggle.

“Yummy?” She asks, chuckling but when you eat fast she reminds you to take it easy. “Slow down a little.”

Wrapping you hand around hers you help to stab the fork into the pasta and eat it.

“Good girl, bebita. You’re doing so well!”

“I’m a big girl!” You tell her.

“You are, that’s right. Do you still want ice cream?”

“Sí, sí sí sí sí” You nod.

Mami Alexia finishes her meal then helps you to get the last few pieces of pasta onto your fork, letting Jenni eat her own food.

“When I be an angel, Mami. You watch me?” You ask, trying to understand what happens.

“Sí, you will be the angel with all your friends in the nativity and Mami, Mama, Abuela Eli and Tía Alba sit and watch. Tía Mapi and Tía Ingrid are coming too.” She tells you.

“Lots of people watch?” You ask, starting to feel a funny feeling in your tummy.

“Sí, all the mami’s and papi’s.”

“I get scared?”

“No! No, princesa. You’ll be ok! You dress up in your angel dress and be the best angel ever! You won’t get scared.” She promises, holding your hand and stroking the back of it with her thumb.

“Ok”

When you arrive at kindergarten, Mami gives you over to your teacher and she leaves to go and find Mama Jenni, Alba, Eli and Mapi and Ingrid.

They take their seats in the hall and Mami sits beside Mama Jenni, and Alba. Eli on Alba’s other side and Mapi and Ingrid on Jenni’s left.

Alexia takes out her phone to take a photo of you when you walk on stage. The group of women adoring your cuteness. The small dress was a little baggy and the angel wins were twice the size of you but nonetheless, you looked beautiful to them.

The nativity starts well, you sit on the small spot on the stage and wait until you line.

Nervous flutters in your tummy come back again and your eyes get hot and begin to gloss over.

“y/n!” Your teacher whispers from the side of the stage.

You look over and realise you were suppose to stand up and say your line.

The long dress gets caught under your princess shoes you insisted Mami to let you wear and while trying to stand up you trip on the fabric, falling onto your hands and tummy.

“Oh, bebita.” Alexia gasps, grabbing Jenni’s leg. “Don’t cry, don’t cry.” She whispers to herself.

“Angel down.” Alba blurts out, earning a smack on the arm from Eli.

“Oh she’s going to cry, bless.” Jenni looks up over the rows infront and looks at Alexia.

You stand up and tears roll down your cheeks, chewing your fingers, you look at the teachers and cry. “Want Mami!” You gasp out and look around for Mami, walking to the edge of the stage.

The tears get bigger and heavier and you have lots of emotions building up, fast.

“Shit.” Alexia curses, standing up so you can see her.

You climb down and run through the aisle in between all and mami’s and papi’s to get to your own mami.

Tía Ingrid sticks her arm out for you to see which row to come down.

“Mami!” You sob, putting your arms up.

She picks you up and puts you on her lap, your angel wings getting in the way.

Alba pulls them off and holds them, giving you more space for Mami to hold you.

Your loud sobs turn to heavy breaths as you calm down a little.

“Your okay bebita.” She whispers, trying not to make too much noise as the nativity show carries on.

“Mami, I got scared!” You wipes the tears off of your face and grip onto her shirt. “Lo siento!”

“You don’t need to be sorry, y/n. It’s ok.”

Jenni holds your hand and places a soft kiss on your cheek. “You did such a good job, our little angel. It’s ok, everyone gets a little scared sometimes.”

“But I fell over and everyone will laugh.”

“No, no, no. No one will laugh sweetheart. Everyone’s forgotten now.”

“You promise, mama?”

“I promise, bebita.”

[storm-angel989]

Fix it, Vox. (Valentino x Daughter)

SHOUT OUT TO absolut3lyn0t  for all the help with the Spanish and for being a FANTASTIC human in general. You are AMAZING!

The weight of her body jolted him awake. A tiny head against his chest, and muffled tears. The bright red clock flashed on his nightstand. Three thirty. He had literally gotten to bed less than a half hour ago. He tried to ignore the aching in his head as he struggled to talk to the sobbing child. 

“Beibita, what’s the matter?” He mumbled as he wrapped his arms around the crying toddler. “Shush. Papi is here, niñita. Vuelve a dormir.”

“Papi, will the angels come and get me?” She choked out. “Daddy, I’m scared. I don’t wanna get ex..er…”

Now he had her full attention. ¿De que ella habla? What was she talking about?

“Princessa, no one is going to take you away. Who told you that?” He asked, trying to mask the fury in his voice. “Papi is here, bebita. Shush.” He rocked her as gently as he could as he tried to bite back his exhaustion.

Of all the weekends for her mother to go out of town. 

“The tv said so, I heard it! I…I…” She sobbed. 

God fucking damn it. He told that son of a bitch. He told him his daughter wasn’t asleep. He warned him not to change the channel for another half hour until they could be sure she was safe and sound in bed and not about to try to sneak out to curl up with them or try to con him into letting her watch just one more episode. After all, she did it every single night. But no, Vox  insisted he put on the news right away. He insisted it would be fine. And now here Valentino was, paying the goddamn price. 

“Shush. Papi won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” He said softly as he sat up. “Come on, bebita. Papi will make you a warm bottle and you can sleep with me, okay, pequeño amor?.”

She cuddled closer into his chest and he lifted her up effortlessly. He carried her cradled against him to the kitchen. With one arm supporting the weight of his daughter, the other carefully warmed up a bottle of milk and flicked it on his wrist before trying to hand it to the toddler. 

“Drink up, mi amore.” 

She refused to take it. “I want Mommy! “And Uncie and Auntie! The angels are gonna get them! Papi, we have to do something!” She burst into another round of tears.

God fucking damn it, Vox. He silently cursed as he set the bottle off to the side and tried to sooth the hysterical toddler. “Mommy will be back tomorrow night, shush,” he replied softly as he bounced her soothing

He looked at the clock. Four am. There was a good chance Vox was up and in his office. A twinge of anger made its way through Valentino. If Vox was awake, it was only fair that he helped clean up the mess he made. 

“Let’s go see if Uncie Voxxy is awake, alright mi amore? Your mommy will be home tomorrow and Auntie Velvette is sleeping.” He shifted her weight and pressed the bottle to her lips, willing her to take it. A full tummy was the key to getting her to sleep- he learned that when she was first born. “Come on, bebita.”

She refused and he sighed in frustration. He nabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and walked towards the elevator, hoping that by the time they got to Vox’s office she would have at least settled down. 

No such luck. 

The sound of a crying, screaming baby tested every single bit of Valentino's last nerve. Even if it was his daughter, and he loved her with every single beat of his heart, he was absolutely at his wits end.  There was no reason for her to be this afraid; it was absolutely uncalled for. Vox should have listened and then maybe, just maybe he would still be asleep. By the time he walked into Vox’s office, every single part of him struggled to maintain control. He stormed from the elevator and stomped over the shark tanks. 

“You broke it, you fix it,” he growled as he tried to hand reader over to Vox. “I told you not to put on the news. I told you she wasn’t asleep yet, and now look!” 

The anger in her fathers voice only triggered more tears. Desperately she clung to Valentino’s neck and dug her hands into his shirt. “Daddy!” 

Valentino put a protective hand on her back and glared at Vox. 

Vox was up on his feet in a matter of moments. “Woah. Alright, take a breath Val. What happened?” His eye began to swirl. “Babygirl, why are we crying? Come here, Val. Take my spot. Sit down. Breathe. You relax. She’ll relax.” He took the bottle from Valentino’s hand and set it off to the side. 

“The angels are gonna get us,” Reader sobbed into Valentino’s shoulder. “I saw it on TV!”

Valentino shot Vox a look and guilt spread across Vox’s features. 

“Shit. I mean, fuck. Sweetie. Baby. It wasn’t real, I promise. It was a story. Like..” he struggled for a moment and then his expression lit up. “Like a bedtime story your Daddy tells you. It was just a scary story, it’s not real. I promise. Now come to Uncle Voxxy, let me hold you sweetie.” 

She reached up to him and Vox wrapped her in his hold as he rocked her. She heaved a hiccup and Vox gently tilted her head up to meet his eye. “Who controls the television, my sweet baby girl?”

 “Uncle Voxxy….” she answered tearily. 

“Right, sweetheart. So wouldn’t I know best?” He asked as he stroked her hair. “Uncle Voxxy, and Daddy and Mommy and Auntie Vel won’t let anything happen. I promise babydoll.” He picked up the still warm bottle and guided it to her mouth. 

She sucked on it gently as he continued to rock her. Carefully, Vox handed her back to Valentino. Valentino carefully laid her head over his heart as Vox wrapped her in the blanket. 

“Duerme bebe niña papá está aquí,”  he said softly. “You’re safe, we’re safe, it's okay.”

To both their relief, she fell asleep almost instantly, soothed by the beating of Valentino’s heart, a full tummy, and the feeling of security. Vox caught the bottle as it fell out of her hands and set it on the desk.

“Are you okay Val?” Vox asked softly. “You look like shit.” 

“I’m exhausted, Vox. I went to bed like thirty minutes before this all began,” he replied tiredly. “I need you or Vel to watch her this morning- I’m begging you.”

“Just call me when she wakes up,” Vox replied quickly. “Or you can give her to me now. I can work with her in my arms.” 

“No, I can take her for a few hours…”

“Nonsense. Give me the baby. Take a breath. And get some sleep.” Carefully, Vox lifted the bundle to his own chest and laid her head carefully against his heart. “She won’t wake up now that she’s out. Go get some rest, Val. When you wake up you can take her back.”

Grateful, and with one last kiss on his sleeping daughter's forehead, Valentino made his way back upstairs. In his control room, Vox adjusted the little girl against his body as little as he possibly could. Guilt washed over him as he worked. Valentino had warned him she wasn’t asleep. It was his own fault for scaring her so badly, and for his friend to be pushed beyond the point of exhaustion. 

“I’m so sorry I scared you. It won’t happen again,” he said quietly to the sleeping toddler. He kissed her on the forehead. “And I promise we will always keep you safe.”

Against him, she snuggled closer and he leaned back in his chair as he held the sleeping toddler. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out an exhale. To his surprise, she did the same. He felt something stir deep in his chest. Love. Protectiveness. The desire to never let this sweet little girl feel afraid again. 

“You’re safe, babygirl,” he whispered as he held her carefully. “I promise.”

[storm-angel989]

Hi I’m not sure if your requests are open at the moment. But if they are, I was wondering if you could do a Valentino x fem!Reader; where Charlie meets the Overlord - like when she goes to the studio to request more time off for Angel in the show - and she finds out he’s married - and she ends up meeting Reader and their kid?? - sorry if this doesn’t make a lot of sense.

I think this is what you were looking for? If not please feel free to request something different!

Please consider this an OTO short story and consider the characters within the context of that narrative! Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

Valentino didn’t let his family in his studio, and for good reason. 

Sure it was a dangerous place. After all, he employed criminals, scumbags, and general down on their luck losers. Not to mention the actual work itself wasn’t something he wanted his wife, let alone his daughter, anywhere near. 

But deeper than the obvious reasons, Valentino didn’t want them to see him in the role he played. He didn’t want them to see the cruelty he inflicted as he fulfilled the terms of each contract he signed. The day he married his wife, he swore he would keep her as far away from that part of him as he could. 

The day Charlie walked into his studio, he was already at his wits end. 

The baby had been up all night with bad dreams. His wife needed to work in the afternoon, which meant he needed to keep a tight schedule so he could keep an eye on his precious daughter. 

So when he heard that creak of the door opening and the blonde bitch walked into his studio, he wanted nothing more than for her to turn the fuck around and walk back out. 

From the corner of his eye, he watched Angel Dust rush up to her, and encourage her to leave. As with everything else in her life, Alastor’s bitch ignored his plea. Valentino could feel his anger growing as he stood up. Normally he would find this entire thing entertaining, but today it was interfering with his very tight timeline. 

As he strode over to encourage her to leave, he heard the elevator door open. From his back, wings sprang forth as he watched his wife step into his studio, his daughter in her arms. 

Fucking great. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He yelled across the studio. In the moment, he forgot about Charlie, forgot about Angel, forgot about the timeline. He strode across the floor and hurried her into his office. 

“Bebita,” he hissed. “Get yourself and her out of my studio. Now.” 

“Put those wings away,” Reader replied mildly. “You’re scaring her.” 

Valentino looked at his three year old daughter's face as she stared at him in a mix of fear and fascination. With a sigh, he took a deep breath and retracted his wings. 

“It’s just me, my ninita,” he said softly as he reached for her. “Come see Papi.”

He lifted her out of his wife’s arms and cradled her to his chest. Softly, he cooed to his little girl until she snuggled into him and wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

“Papi!” She said excitedly. “Play game? Uncle Voxy’s Sharkies? Pony ride?”

Valentino gave his wife a hard look. “Mi amore, why are you here?”

“Because you need to watch her and I need to go meet with Uncle Lucy,” she replied as she set the diaper bag on the table. “Do paperwork, keep her in the playpen, hell, make one of your assistants watch her, I don’t care but I need to leave right now.”

Valentino felt his anger bubble up but swallowed it back. He knew it wasn’t her fault. Hell, he knew it wasn’t even technically Lucifer’s fault. Instead, he leaned over and kissed his wife softly. 

A creak of the door and Valentino jerked away. It wouldn’t do for anyone to see him act so soft. 

“Val? Do you have a moment?” Charlie’s voice interrupted. “I’d realllllly like to speak with you about Angel.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” Valentino growled. “What now?”

“Language! That’s two quarters in the swear jar!” Reader scolded him. 

As soon as Charlie pushed the door open and saw the scene within, Valentino could see his reputation going down the drain. He tried to hand his daughter back to his wife, to put on the mask he wore with everyone else. 

Unfortunately, his little girl had other plans. 

“Daddy! No!” She shrieked. “Papi, no no no no no no!” 

“Okay, okay ninita,” he muttered and snuggled her back to him. “Settle down.”

She stuck her fingers in her mouth and laid her head on Valentino’s shoulder. 

“Daughter? You have a kid?” Charlie asked, her voice dripping in disbelief as she looked at the three of them. “The overlord of lust and depravity?”

“Oh shut up,” Valentino snapped as he sat down on his desk.

Charlie looked to reader and waved brightly. “Hi! I’m Charlie! I’m…”

“I know who you are. You’re the one who opened the Hazbin Hotel,” reader replied. She gave Charlie a smile. “Please, ignore my husband. What’s going on with Angel?”

Charlie’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. “Valentino is married?”

“That’s common fucking knowlege,” Valentino muttered. “I wear a wedding band for fucks sake.” 

Both of them chose to ignore him. 

“Hi Charlie, it’s nice to meet you,” Reader replied with a smile. “I’m reader, and this is our daughter. Sweetie, say hi.”

Instead of answering, the little girl buried her face into Valentino’s neck. 

Charlie’s eyes went wide again. “You’re Lucifer’s niece. Oh my god it is true. Valentino, you’re married to Lucifer’s niece?”

“Charlie, what is it you want?” Valentino asked with a sigh. “What will it take to get and keep you the fuck out of my studio?” 

Charlie turned to him, “I have come to- aggressively kindly- ask that you give Angel more time off to…”

Valentino closed his eyes. If he gave Angel the time off, could handle this bitch by himself. And get her out of his studio for good.

“Fine. Done. He’ll be off in five hours and I’ll shorten his hours, now get out,” Valentino growled. “And I swear, if we pick up even a hint of Alastor in this building I will…”

“Val…the baby,” reader warned. 

“Deal! Thank you thank you thank you!” Charlie gushed.

 In a single motion, she reached out as if to hug Valentino. He stepped back quickly.

“Not with the baby, she doesn’t like strangers,” he said sharply. “Goodbye, Charlie.” 

Valentino watched as she practically skipped out the door. Grateful for the privacy, he sank into his office chair and closed his eyes. Against him, his daughter snuggled deeper. He felt his wife prop herself on his knee and felt the weight of her head against him. Outstretching his arms, he held them both against him and closed his eyes. For a moment, all was right with the world. 

“I can’t have her in my studio,” he said aloud. “The baby, I mean. I hate to do it, but I need to call Vox, see if he can take her. I just, I don’t want her around all this. It isn’t okay, for so many reasons.”

“I know, and I’m sorry normally I…” reader began. 

Valentino cut her off with a kiss. “I know. Go, if you have to.”

Reader looked a bit disheartened but leaned over and kissed their daughter, and then him before making her way out of the office. A quick phone call to Vox later, his now sleeping daughter was safely in her Uncle’s arms and Valentino’s attention shifted back to his work. 

Five long hours later, he called cut, pulled Angel aside and informed him his day was ending early. To his dismay, he watched as Angel strutted to his changing room just as Charlie again walked through the door. 

“Valentino! Can we talk?” She asked.

Valentino shifted his weight and crossed his arms. “I gave Angel the time off because you promised to leave.”

“Yay! But this isn’t about you, this is about reader and you, and your softer sider- I think you might be a great candidate for the Hotel!” She gushed. “Think about it! Your daughter…”

Valentino had her by her throat up against the wall before she could finish her sentence. His wings sprang from his back and every part of him pulsed with power. 

“Do not presume to speak about my family,” he snarled. “This is your last chance. Get. Out.”

He released her and without another thought, he slammed open Angel’s dressing room. He could feel the rage building as he grabbed him and shoved him into the wall. 

“I don’t give a shit what you do with your time off, get that fucking cunt out of my studio,” he snarled. “The next time she comes in, both you fucking bitches will be dead.”

He dropped Angel and to his relief, Charlie was nowhere to be found. He stepped into the elevator and tried to swallow back the fear and anger in his chest. Alastor and his little twat had better keep themselves far away from his family. Valentino had no desire to start another fight, but if push came to shove, he would most certainly finish it.

[mynameisjag]

For @help-i-need-a-cool-username

Sorry it took so long!

MCU Poolverine meets 97' pre-Morpherine?

Scott has a bad day...

“Are they…chittering at each other?”

“Like fucking stressed out cats.”

Sure enough, that was the sound.

“I’m sorry, he usually isn’t so…”

“Feral? Mine is, it’s good for them to let loose once in awhile, keeps the angry muppet faces from happening too often.”

“Yours does it too?,” Morph turned toward their new…friend?...acquaintance?, “so, I’m Morph and the short man doing the impression of a guard dog is Wolverine.”

“Deadpool and the taller man acting like a cat on catnip is my Wolverine! I like how yours is a short King with blue hair.”

“Thank you? Umm, yours is,” currently ripping a car tire off and chucking at his Logan, “destroying Cyclop's car?”

“Yeah, he does that, it makes him feel better.”

The tire went sailing by them as Logan dodged it, rolling out of the way, only to get tackled as soon as he stood up.

“What is going on out here-what happened to my car!?”

Sure enough, Scott was standing at the top of the mansion stairs having just exited, car keys dangling in one hand as he watched the visitor Logan get thrown backwards into it, turn midair to position himself to springboard off the car back towards the other Wolverine. The force of the ricochet pushing the vehicle sideways into the stone fence wall, getting stuck half through it.

“I was gone less then five minutes, I just came back to grab my wallet?!”

“The girls are fighting,” Deadpool ignores the confused look the X-men leader sent his way, and cupped his hands around his covered mouth, “Hey, Peanut, stop playing and come say hi. You’re making us look rude!”, he turned back to Morph, hands now going to his hips, “I’ve swear I’ve taught him manners, though maybe using whiskey as a motivator isn’t the best thing to teach him with.”

Both of the fighting men glanced over at the group, huffing a little before putting back their claws, still giving each other the side eye as they started to walk over.

Scott took a deep breath through his nose, turning toward his team member that wasn’t destroying the yard, “Morph, care to explain.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, the sky opened up and this two fell on top of us and Logan took some real offensive to be squished.”

“Took offensive to them squishing you, you can’t spring back up like I can.”

“Awe, there’s that Wolvie overprotection, a universal trait.”, the red clad hero threw his arm around his partner's shoulders and laying his head against his.

“I will and have thrown you into a mob of gunfire.”, the other Wolverine accepted the touches, even going as far as to look more relaxed.

“Only because you know I like it!”

Morph shared a look with their world’s Logan, the other giving a one shoulder shrug in confusion.

Scott seemed just as confused, “I’m sorry, he throws you into bullets?”

“Worried about little ole me!? Don’t be getting your Superhero panties in a twist, bullets can’t do shit to me, besides I enjoy it. Getting him riled up and being tossed across whole rooms is part of the fun of it.”

“Who are you two? Why are you destroying our stuff?”

“Jeez, Introductions again, fine, I’m Deadpool, again, and this is my Wolverine, again, if it gets too confusing for you to keep up with who is who, well, I like to call him, Peanut, Majesty, Honey Badger, Furiosa, Papi, Mami, Angel Face, Babygirl-“

“If you don’t pick something to call me, he is going to keep going.”

“-my meow meow, homeslice from the deep woods, Jessica-“

“Jessica?”

“Jessica it is!,” the man turned and pressed his covered lips to his partners cheek, giving a dramatic kissing sound, “Muah, the Jessica to my Roger Rabbit, the movie version of course.”

“Jessica”, let out a deep tired sounding sigh, “Just call me James.”

Scott turned toward the destroyed car then back to them, “Jessica.”

The newly dubbed ‘Jessica’ face went from neutral to scowling, Deadpool pinched his cheek, “and there’s the angry muppet face back with full force!”, he caught himself from falling over as he was shrugged off, giggling slightly as he refocused on the three bystanders, “Any who, you and everyone else is probably wondering what the hell is going on, and the truth is-“

“-Dumbass here ass dialed us to the wrong universe.”

Morph watched as Logan seemed to sniff the air, taking a half step toward the other him, who instantly noticed, they themselves ignored the situation that was about to happen and refocused on the man in red, “How do you “ass dial” to the wrong universe?”

“Mostly by failing a split and falling hard on the device in your back pocket, that may or may not be stolen, which takes you, your partner and your kids that were nearby into another universe-oh fuck-we gotta find mini-Wolvie and little Miss Mary.”

“Who?”

“Mine and Jessica’s babygirls! Mini takes right after her Daddy and Mary has my good looks!”

Morph blinked, “You two…together…have kids?”

“The dog is not a our kid!”, the Wolverine’s were circling each other again, more curious then ready to fight again.

“But you agree your mini is both of ours!”

Another slow blink before Morph leaned closer to Deadpool, ignoring Scott heading toward his destroyed car and the other two sniffing each other?, they plastered a big smile on their face, “So kids, partners, cute nicknames, sounds like you two are close.”

“More then just close, but don’t you worry, I’m pretty sure I don’t exist in this world, little off limits apparently, sooo,” the merc pulled the other closer to him, shoulder to shoulder as he directed their attention over to the two Wolverines trying to pull the car out of the fence wall as Scott directed them, “I gotta make sure my boy is taken care of in all worlds, and since I’m not here, that leaves that responsibility to you!”

“Excuse me, why would-“

“-Nope! No excuses with me around, either you get your shit together or I’m going to see if two Logan’s can live together, most likely no, but it will be fun to find out! Like having a full course meal with a little dessert on the side. Someone is going to be overstuffed in the end.”

The car rolled by them sideways, coming to a stop upside, Morph just sighed fondly as Logan waved at them before jumping up on the vehicle, the variant right behind them as they both stared down a fuming Scott, “How can you stay mad at him, look at him, he’s never seen the top of a shelf before.”

“See you get it, I bet you’re his Roger Rabbit too.”

They're side-eye could kill a person, “What does that mean?”

“Simple, you can make him laugh," there was a nonchalant one shoulder shrug, "you've already got a place in his heart with that gesture alone."

“…oh…”

“Look at that face, realization baby, bet his nose scrunches up and he snorts, bet he play fights with you, bet you get drinks together-“

“-please shut up, I’m having a crisis.”

“You’re an X-man…X-person?, whatever, you should be used to crisis, both personal and external by now, so nut up buttercup, we are going to get you your little stinky bear cat."

Deadpool gave them an enthusiastic thumbs up...Morph just sighed in resignation.

[storm-angel989]

Master List Valentino

See the below for all stories starring Valentino!

Dad Valentino x Daughter Reader:

Valentino x Toddler Reader (Vox, I need a hand)

Valentino x Teenager Daughter (Papi! I need you!)

Valentino x Toddler Reader (Fix it, Vox)

Valentino x Toddler Reader (Butterflies)

Valentino x Elementary Age Daughter (Eye doctors Appointment)

Valentino x Teenage Daughter (Daddy, I like girls)

Valentino x Teenage Daughter (Papi, I didn't mean it)

Valentino x Teenage Daughter (Introducing Vox)

Valentino x Seventeen Year Old Daughter (Introducing Vox 2)

Valentino x First Grade Daughter (Bullied)

Valentino x Teenage Daughter (Welcome to Hell)

Valentino x Teenage Daughter (Running Away from Home)

Valentino x Teenage Daughter (A cut too deep)

Valentino x Younger Daughter (Beach Day)

Valentino x Teenage Daughter (Sneaking Out, Sneaking In)

Valentino x Teenage Daughter (Yeah, She Thinks She's Slick)

Valentino x Teenage Daughter (It Gets Better, Mi Amore)

Valentino x Younger Reader (Tummy Bugs)

Valentino x Daughter (The Mayor)

Valentino x Daughter (Always Throw The Last Punch)

Valentino x Early Adult Daughter (We'll take care of it, right guys?)

Valentino x Daughter (I told you to stay inside!)

Valentino x Daughter (Extermination Day)

Valentino x Younger Daughter (No, My Kitty!)

Valentino x Y. Daughter (She's Hardheaded, Just Like Her Daddy)

Valentino x Teenage Daughter (You Did What Now?)

Valentino x Younger Daughter (Thunderstorms)

Valentino x Daughter (How Did I Forget Her Birthday?)

Valentino x Teen Daughter (You Hurt My Daughter, I'll Hurt You)

Valentino x Trans Teen Daughter (I Love You For Who You Are)

Valentino x Younger Daughter (OTO: Lucifer's Party)

Valentino x Daughter (Diet Pills, Are You Fucking Serious?)

Valentino x Daughter (My best friend, Ana) Part One

Valentino x Daughter ( My best friend, Ana) Part Two

Valentino x Daughter (A motorcycle? Haha. You're Grounded.)

Valentino x Daughter (Insecurities Part One)

Valentino x Daughter (Insecurities Part Two)

Valentino x Daughter (Highs and Lows)

Valentino x Daughter (The fastest way to be grounded)

Valentino x Daughter (Aroace, there is a name for who I am)

Valentino x Daughter (Angel, if you tell anyone I'll kill you)

Valentino x Daughter (Sleep Depravation, part one)

Valentino x Daughter (Your body is perfect)

Valentino x Autistic Daughter (Negative Stims)

Valentino x Vox's Daughter:

Eres jodidamente estúpida, niñita? (Part One)

Eres jodidamente estupida, ninita? (Part Two)

Eres jodidamente estupida, ninita? (Part Three)

Eres jodidamente estupida, ninita? (Part Four)

Drugs n Memories

Valentino x Son

Valentino x Teenage Son (Angel Dust)

Valentino x Teenage Son (It wasn't your fault)

Valentino x Female SO:

Period Pains

That Time Of The Month, Goddamn It

He always keeps his promises

Body Changes Post Baby

Surgery? Like hell. (OTO Fluff)

Valentino's Sick Day (OTO Fluff)

Why yes, there is a kink for that.

Fuck off, Charlie

Love Your Body, Because I Do

Throw away the scale, mi amore

Girl's Night (OTO Fluff)

Tests Don't Lie, But Sometimes I Do

How does a moth even get a migraine? (OTO Fluff)

Fucking Angel Dust (OTO)

We're in this together (OTO Fluff)

What do you mean, ADHD?

Valentino x Employee:

Fighting For Control

On Valentino's Stage

[oharamwah]

Fem Reader giving Birth to Miguel's child and after a few minutes of Reader holding her he holds her and immediately does skin to skin contact with the baby (idk this just would be so sweet🥲)

♡ — love at first boop : miguel is head over heels for his two special girls.

husband!miguel x fem!reader

contents : husband miguel being the sweeeetest father ever, pure fluff tbh ♡

posted : august 23rd

© oharamwah, please do not steal my work

16 hours.

16 long hours of unadulterated, excruciating pain.

giving birth has always been what scared you the most about being pregnant — oh, and being a mother. but you’re not one for pain, so to have a loving husband who’s willing to whisper loving and encouraging nothings into your ears and with two strong hands to squeeze, that is privilege.

your mind was so fuzzy throughout the entire thing, though you could make out miguel’s voice muttering how much he loves you and how incredible you were doing. as if it really did much to alleviate the pain..

but by the time it was over, 1000 pounds was lifted off your shoulders, and all you could think of was being able to hold your new born baby girl in your arms.

“here she is mama, all cleaned up.” the nurse said, a bright smile spread from cheek to cheek. the sight took your breath away — the cutest baby with the sweetest little nose and gorgeous scarlet eyes, just like her dad’s. you held her to your chest as you sighed in relief.

“my angel,” you exhale, shutting your eyes as you smile.

“papi, look.” you say, gesturing for miguel, who’d been glued to your side for the last 16 hours.

“can i?” he asked sheepishly, holding his hands out desperately. you couldn’t say no.

just when you thought your birth-giving experience couldn’t get any better, what you saw next made your heart soar.

miguel held your baby with such caution, as if she were a doll made of fragile glass. he looked at her with stars in his eyes, a slight pinkness to his cheeks and the greatest smile you’ve ever seen, at least since your wedding day.

he had his eyes shut as he pressed his nose against hers, gently rubbing them together. “such a beautiful girl,” he whispered, bending his knees over and over and rocking her in his arms.

“my beautiful girls.” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead and looking at you. he slowly places her back into your hold, kneeling and grabbing one of your hands.

“i can’t wait to take care of her with you, cariño.” he smiled, brushing hair out of your forehead. his gaze quickly shifted to your baby’s face again.

“isn’t she beautiful?” you sigh, looking down at her too. “she even has your eyes.”

he grins. it was the first thing he noticed.

“you’re gonna be an amazing mother, y/n.”

“and you’re already the most amazing father, miguel. she’s already stolen your heart,” you kid.

miguel chuckles as he raises your hand and softly kisses it.

“there’s room in my heart for two.”

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Consequences always find you

Creepypasta

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- HC's of Seth with a autistic reader who really loves Creepypasta

And now I have a cracked skull.

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- Story of listener getting badly injured while protecting Seth during Bittersweet CH.3 (I'm going to move the story around so it can fit)

Glory hole fun.

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- NSFW story of Bottom Seth. Who doesn't like a good glory hole?

Papi

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- Honestly not my cup of tea BUT imagining his face is nice

Vampire x Werewolf

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- Idea of W! Seth having a V! Listener

Can he shake that?!

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- Throw it in a circle- *is shot*

My eyes will always be on you

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- Story of Charlie with an obsessive listener, who stalks him every now and then (kinda made it a bit angsty)

New video

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- My thoughts on the new yandere Charlie video from today 10/10

So cheesy

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- I'll love you till it wilts (chat is this rizz?)

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Just. For. You.

A bad trip

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- Words would break him

Spicy food

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- HC for him

RIP the monitor

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- Raging will have consequences.

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TOO OLD 4 U

What a catastrophe

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- Story of Rook turning into a cat and Auron acts like he doesn't know.

I kind of like it here.

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- Story of Hunter Listener going back to V! Auron mansion

Pranking went too far.

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- Story of Camp Counselor AU where Alphonse pranks Rook too much and makes them cry

Cuddling

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Put this mf in a musical

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Angst material

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- ah yes, angst for Rook

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Let me spoil you dammit-

Love between a Prince and Servant

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- HC's of a AU of Lucien and Angel but Angel is a servant for him in Hell.

Silly meter

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- He's so silly

I'm called a soul sucker for a reason.

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- NSFW Short story of Bottom! Jack, we suck his soul dry. RIP him trying to focus on studying, we got dick on the mind.

It's for art I swear-

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- Short story of Sugarboo fussing over their boy's posing and giving them kisses 'for the art'

Ride off into the sunset with me.

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Saga's after saga's

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Beyonce Riff

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Childhood Horizons Camp Counselor AU

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- Jack x Casper/Buddy x Charlie but as my Mootie's AU.

My Inumimi lover

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Dirty jokes.

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- HC's of telling Jack, Faust and Finn "your face is so pretty I could sit on it" jokingly

Splatoon!

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- PT2 HC's of the boy's playing Splatoon w Listener, this time with Finn, Jack, Charlie, and Faust

Tipsy love

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- Story of Sugarboo coming back from a night out and being all lovey dovey with their boys

You're related?

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- Story of Auron finding out Charlie and Rook are related. Bonus Casper!

Another ship name

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- This is cute ngl

FNF

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- Idea's from mootie

FNAF Au?

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- The way I'd be fucking devastated

The baker is scarier than the butcher

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- This literally is the town's slogan and I 100% support it

Grocery store love.

{♡} personal

- Yes, it's a Derek fic where he got a redemption arc

Honk honk

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- Squeeze the titties

More questions

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- What does Casper know?

Alice of Human Sacrifice

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- My thoughts of the yv boys being this song

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FUCKING PLEASE-...I mean, cool

We can share!

two reactions to the rain

Sick

[ripleylove]

Solo tu y yo,y nadie mas.

pairing: santos escobar x fem reader.

genre: suggestive,not any actual smut tho

summary: seeing Elektra being all over Santos,ignited a feeling of jealousy inside you,and you wanted to have your revenge.

A/N: couldnt find any santos escobar content so as always i took the matter in my own hands. (as always)

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You were fuming.

You were just one breath away until you destroyed anything that came into your vision from the jealousy.

Your beloved (hell nah) Elektra Lopez was just hugging and touching Santos,and the worst thing is that he isn't even saying or doing anything about it.

And you,his girlfriend,were right in front of them.

You weren't sure about how smoke didn't come out of your ears like in cartoons,because you were mad.

But,you wanted to endure it.

Your revenge would be served on a silver plate,so you let him enjoy the moment,before everything would be done your way.

What does that mean?

Oh,you wanted to give him silent treatment.

While Elektra was still all over him,you put an indifferent espression on your face to fool people,while you were burning from jealousy inside,and you made your way to the catering,where you saw Angel.

"Oh,hi Angel! How are you doing?" You asked,while picking up a bottle of water inside the little fridge in the catering.

"Oh,now that I got to see you,I'm definitely doing better than before." He said with a flirty smirk,and you awkwardly nodded with a smile.

Before you and Angel had the chance to talk more,you heard Santos entering the catering room.

"Dios mio,ma. I thought you disappeared! Why didn't you tell me you were here?" He said with heavy breath,since he ran all the way here.

You didn't tell him anything,and you just walked past him,making your way to his locker room to grab your things.

Obviously,Santos was confused as hell, and he looked over to Angel,who just shrugged his shoulders.

Your boyfriend followed you like a lost puppy.

That's why you decided to give him silent treatment: because he's the clingiest person you've ever met,and he couldn't survive without having you close. So,ignoring him would hopingly teach him a lesson.

"Mi amor?" He asked,hoping that you would answer,but you didn't. You just kept on walking,your destination soon approached by the both of you.

You pushed the door open,making Santos flinch.

What happened? Why didn't you talk to him? Did he do something wrong?

Those were the questions that spiraled in Santos' mind,but he couldn't manage to give himself any answer.

While he spaced out,you started to put your things in your black bag. You put your hair in a ponytail, ready to change your clothes before leaving.

You turned around facing Santos,and you gestured him to leave the room. "Go outside,I need to change." You said,your tone cold without any expression or without any sweet word.

This made Santos feel worried: him bring in the same room you were changing in never bothered you.

He frowned,and he walked towards you.

"Mamacita,why aren't you talking to me? What did I do? Please tell me,baby,I can't stand being ignored by you." His tone was pleading,while he turned you around to look in your eyes.

You chuckled, "Oh,you really don't know? You didn't notice the way your dear 'friend' Elektra was being all over you in front of me?"

'oh shit' Santos thought.

"C'mon,ma. You know I love only you. She won't stop even if I tell her." Santos said while wrapping his hands around your waist.

"And you think this is a good reason? Oh,Santos you're so wrong."

"Mi amor,please forgive me. I know that it isn't a good justification, but I promise you're the only one in my life. Let me show that what I'm saying is true." He said while kissing your sensitive neck,and you couldn't not give in his antics.

"You better show me I am,papi." You smirked,pressing gently your hands in his muscular chest,while ha picked you up,giving your neck some red and purple marks with his skillful mouth.

"Oh,claro que si,mama. Solo tu y yo,y nadie mas."

taglist: @stellakiddsblog @bibibi-tchx @p-mp

[chiquititaosita]

Latina s/o calling Sanji Spanish pet names

post type: headcanon

pairing: sanji x latina reader

- just imagine calling sanji papas and watch how blushes like 🫣🤭😨😳😩😫🤩😵🥴😵

“Aye papacito lindo.”

- girl he will be in a love shock coma.

- or even if you just tell coo to him in Spanish, and admire him he’s going to be all like

“She loves me 🫠🫠😩😩😩”

- No but calling Sanji PAPI CHULO OMFG THAT GETS HIM GOING

- There’s this one time sanji asked if he could learn to make tamales and flan like omg your eyes sparkled so much

“Am I doing this right my Angel?”

-“Si, you’re scooping it the right amount! you’re so adorable mi sanjito lindo.” Pinching his cheeks

-he’s gonna be pass out, and nosebleed on the floor.

- but sanjito is the one pet name that makes him feel special, and it’s a nickname specifically given to him and created for him by you his corazón 😩❤️

- if you’re yelling at someone or anything. He’s gonna be turned on. I swear idk what it is but he’s gonna get hard.

-“TE QUIDADO CABRONA!! YOU’LL PAY WITH YOUR LIFE!”

-“y/n-chan it’s okay-!”

-“No I’m not letting it slide! GET YOUR PINCHE ESUKINLA ASS OVER HERE!”

-“¡¿YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THAT TO MY MAN WHEN HE DID NOTHING BUT BE NICE TO YOU?!” the fact you beat a girls ass because she was giving him a stink eye. and slammed her man on the ground too, never underestimate the power of La chancla.

-Sanji having sex with you calling him papi, and saying Dios mío is going to make him go rougher on you. Just the way you want to rile him up.

-“I-I’m sorry mon amour-“

-“No, I haven’t came yet yo quiero más” BITCH YOURE GONNA RIDE HIM. WEAR HIM OUT!

- MAKE HIM GO GRA GRA GRA animalística y male verga wey

-make him go dominant and mean with you (just a little bit) eres un poquito

-he’ll hug you from behind when you’re cooking. “Que haciendo? Sanji?”

-“oh not much…just admiring how my beautiful love is while she’s cooking right in front of me.”

-he loves to make you laugh and be comfortable with him, he’s gonna do everything in his power just to hear your voice, your ugly screaming laugh when you’re realizing shit. To the sounds of your whimpers of when he breeds the fuck out of you.

-he loves that you’re loyal to him and so kind and gentle, but also putting man’s in his place, giving him the love he’s never even received before since his mother passed away

-“Y/n I love you!”

-“amor you already told me ten times today.”

-“yes but I can’t stop loving you, so I must say it to you until our next life.”

[oharamwah]

what about talking to miguel but only with ur eyes like before he makes a decision he looks at his Fem Spidey S/o and is looking at Reader and is like "u agree with this honey?" And she nods and takes an extended blink to give her approval? And they don't say a thing it's just eye contact! I just think it'd be so cute!! Plis write some headcannons or a drabble I'd really appreciate it! 😭🙏

ଓ — shy and naïve miguel can’t think for himself when he’s overworked.

boyfriend!miguel x fem spidey!reader

contents : early days of spider society, like PRE gabi… miguel dealing with exhaustion + anxiety.

i’m not sure if this is exactly what anon wanted? but i hope you angels like this one as much as i do !!!

august 15th - to be edited

© oharamwah, please do not steal my work

miguel always been one to work til he drops, that’s something that everyone knows. giving up never was and never will be an option for him, although it took him a while to gain such security within himself.

if there’s one person who miguel isn’t ashamed of asking for help from, it’s you, his long term girlfriend. you were dating long before you both became spider.. people. he doesn’t just love you. he trusts your judgement, and trust is a big thing for him. he’s never relied on somebody else’s opinion so much to the point where he’d found himself glancing at them for approval during meetings, yet there you were. sitting cutely in your self designed spidersuit with your legs criss-cross-applesauce as your head tilted while listening to miguel among your other spider-colleagues.

he was extra uncoordinated this morning, feeling a bit nervous as he proposed an idea that had never been attempted before. he was even more unable to concentrate with the lack of sleep and all. this didn’t go unnoticed either, practically everyone in the room looked at him with knitted brows as he placed ums and erms between every sentence. he felt himself growing insecure. his hesitance and exhaustion was showing and it made him feel weak, afraid of never having anyone’s respect. nothing felt right except for looking at you.

you being the only person who wasn’t throwing him a weird stare, sitting comfortably on the chair closest to his.

you who’s lips were pursed together into a flat little smile, one that miguel finds comfort in whenever he comes back from a particularly tiring fight. and your eyes, they were so kind, relaxed. you were listening patiently.

he stuttered the last sentence of his plans, but with a clearing of his throat he concluded his presentation and waited for feedback. well.. mostly your feedback.

his eyes saw nothing else but you, waiting for you to throw him one of your sweet little nods. you weren’t stupid, you knew this. you knew he was feeling a bit stumped that day. and to ensure he wasn’t embarrassed any further, you didn’t say anything. all you did was shut your eyes for a little over a second, slightly scrunching your nose and keeping that smile plastered on your face.

and to top it off, he felt your fingertip gently tapping on his knee before your whole hand was cupped around it, softly squeezing it but just tight enough for him to feel the warmth it emitted.

suddenly the man before you was back to his old self. growing confident in his words, confident that his ideas were logical, ethical. the tired and unsure miguel regained security of himself once again.

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bonus bit : ♡

by the end of the meeting, everyone else had left the room, immediately forgetting everything miguel said and chatting away with each other. you remained planted in your seat as your eyes fixated on his shoulders. he was standing in front of a whiteboard with his arms crossed and one knee bent, the adjacent foot tapping a steady beat.

“i thought your idea was great, papi.” you said, finally getting up from your seat to place a hand on his shoulder. you could tell he was tense, still a bit upset about the outcome of the meeting.

“i’m not very good at expressing myself.” he said softly.

“you are,” you replied, rubbing up and down on his biceps, “you just need to be more confident miguel. you’re incredible and you know it, they just have to be able to hear it from the back of the room.” you said.

all he could do was turn his head slightly to look at you, and copy paste your signature pursed lip smile. he furrowed his brows tenderly, appreciating your comfort but unable to say it out loud. you knew, though, so you just smiled back.