#como swings

[musicalthought]

album review; perry como's como swings (1959)

♡ fav song: let a smile be your umbrella

♡ least fave song: route 66

♡ overall: 6.9/10

Song by Song Review Under the Cut

St. Louis Blues -> 6/10 Good! But forgettable :( 

I’ve Got You Under My Skin -> 8/10 I love a good classic! 

Route 66 -> 3/10 …How are you gonna do a classic that badly?

Dear Hearts & Gentle People -> 10/10 You already know how much I fucking love this song!!!! A slay!!!!

Mood Indigo -> 5/10 Good, just not my style :( 

Donkey Serenade -> 6/10 A lot of potential….

To Know You -> 10/10 So cute & the Fontaine Sisters absolutely killed it!

You Came from St. Louis -> 4/10 Sassy… but since it’s coming from a man I’m not a fan.

Honey Honey -> 4/10 ……………..

Let a Smile Be Your Umbrella -> 12/10 Camp AND it’s a lil ditty!

 Linda -> 8/10 Paul McCartney WISHES he wrote this!

Begin the Beguine -> 5/10 Good beat, but I honestly didn’t retain anything while listening.

[minswriting]

West Coast - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

About: The team is in L.A, investigating a case where an unsub is killing couples involving an older man and a younger woman outside of clubs. You and Aaron end up undercover at a club, dancing together. What was an undercover investigation quickly becomes something of a different nature when a certain tension gets involved. And after the unsub gets caught and everything is settled, you get a visit from Aaron at your hotel room.

Warnings: NSFW Content, Minors Do Not Interact, regular criminal minds topics and violence, sexual tension, grinding, unprotected sex, p in v, lana del rey coded fr.

Word Count: 2,500 Words

Down on the West Coast they got a sayin'

"If you're not drinkin' then you're not playin'"

But you've got the music, you've got the music

In you, don't you?

Your hips moved graciously to the music as you danced sensually against Aaron. His hands gripped your hips, holding them close to you while his breath hit your neck. The moment was hot to say the least, literally and metaphorically. The club lights were blue and dimmed, the dance floor filled with fog and sweaty bodies. The club scene in Los Angeles was artistic, edgy. Perhaps you would’ve enjoyed it had the circumstances been different.

The BAU was in L.A, investigating a series of murders that involved couples outside of nightclubs. The couples were always with an older man and a younger woman. And after days of no luck in catching the guy, it had been agreed upon that Hotch and you go undercover. So here you were, grinding against your boss with your coworkers in the room, scattered around.

Down on the West coast, I get this feeling like

It all could happen, that's why I'm leaving

You for the moment, you for the moment

Boy Blue, yeah, you

As you swayed your hips to the music, your ass grazed Aaron’s crotch. You’d love to say it was accidental but you knew yourself. The heat of the moment was getting to you. You heard the shaky breath that escaped the lips that were right near your ear, his bulge pressing against you. The heat of the moment was getting to him too.

To say you had always had an attraction to your boss would be a bit of an understatement. Aaron was a constant presence in your fantasies ever since you had joined the team. With his authoritative presence and the way he took control, you often found yourself wondering if he were the same in the bedroom. And now that you’ve gotten yourself in this situation, those thoughts are skyrocketing.

“Keep dancing. There’s a man looking at the two of you on the other side of the room,” came Morgan’s voice in the ear piece that you were wearing. “Reid, are you able to get a clear view?”

“Affirmative,” said the genius over the ear piece.

Maybe you should be more concerned. You are in fact working. You’re supposed to be catching this unsub. But when Aaron grips you tighter and his lips are to the shell of your ear, your brain could hardly comprehend the rest of what’s going on around you. “Can you feel what you did to me?” He murmured into your ear, pressing himself closer to you. “Perhaps I should take you home later.”

It’s all just an act. You’re both professionals, putting on a facade to catch the bad guy. And yet it felt so real. With the obvious hard-on that Aaron was sporting, the obvious shakiness in his breath, the weakness you felt in your knees from his voice. It was all so much. And yet, it was all an act.

You're falling hard, I push away, I'm feeling hot to the touch

You say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much

But something keeps me really quiet, I'm alive, I'm a lush

Your love, your love, my love

I can see my baby swinging

His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up

On the balcony and I'm singing

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love

I can see my sweet boy swaying

He's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la

On the balcony and I'm saying

Move baby, move baby, I'm in love

I'm in love (I'm in love)

I'm in love (I'm in love)

That night, after the successful catching of the unsub, you had gotten back to your hotel room absolutely beat. Usually, after catching the bad guy, you guys are on the jet, going back to Virginia. But Aaron had requested that you all leave in the morning, exclaiming that you all deserved a night of genuine rest before traveling. So you had gotten back to your hotel room, took a shower, changed into pajamas, and were now sitting on the bed, reading when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

You frowned, checking the time. Who would be knocking at your hotel door at one in the morning? You got up from the bed, walking over to the door. You checked the peep hole, seeing Aaron standing out there still dressed in the outfit he wore at the club. You unlocked the hotel door, opening it. “Sir?” You said, looking confused at your boss. “Is everything alright?”

Aaron looked at you, eyeing you up and down for a moment as he took in your form. You were dressed in a tank top and shorts, revealing much more of your skin than he had seen before. You couldn’t help but feel a bit self conscious under his stare and yet you did nothing to move. Because you secretly loved it. After a moment of silence, Aaron cleared his throat, looking at your eyes. “I wanted to see how you’re holding up after tonight,” he said, his voice a bit rough.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you bit your lip. “I’m good,” you said softly. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m good too,” he replied, nodding his head.

It was silent between the two of you. The tension was obvious at that point. Or maybe you were just tense. Who really knew? Nothing was said or done as you both just looked at each other. Until a few moments later.

You don’t really know who made the first move. All you knew was that your lips crashed with Aaron’s and he pushed the both of you into the hotel room, closing the door behind himself without his lips leaving yours. Clothes flew across the room, soft noises escaped your mouth as Aaron kissed you harshly and passionately. It had most definitely been pent up.

Down on the West coast, they got their icons

Their silver starlets, their Queens of Saigons

And you've got the music

You've got the music in you, don't you?

Down on the West coast, they love their movies

Their golden gods and Rock 'n' Roll groupies

And you've got the music

You've got the music in you, don't you?

You push it hard, I pull away, I'm feeling hotter than fire

I guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher

Te deseo, cariño, boy, it's you I desire

Your love, your love, my love

The back of your legs hit the mattress as Aaron gently pushed you towards it. The both of you were naked, kissing passionately. The tension from the whole night just building up inside the both of you. Aaron pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. “If you want me to stop, now would be the time to let me know,” he whispered against your lips.

“Please don’t stop,” you whispered back, your hand trailing down his chest.

Aaron let out a shaky breath. “I want you so bad,” he said.

“Then have me.”

A statement that held so much power. It was all the consent that Aaron needed. “Sit down,” he commanded softly, gesturing to the edge of the bed. And of course you obeyed with no questions asked, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.

It felt surreal to say the least. Your fantasies of your boss were becoming a reality. It had certainly been the energy from the club that really caused so much tension. Part of you was nervous about what would happen afterward. Sleeping with your boss is never a good idea. But whatever happened on the West Coast, stayed on the West Coast.

Aaron dropped to his knees in front of you, looking up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. He trailed his fingers from your ankle to your thighs, leaning down to press a small kiss on your right thigh before kissing the left thigh. He slowly pulled your legs apart, revealing your cunt to him. It was glistening, wet from nothing but just kissing him. And he adored it. “You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured.

“Only for you,” you murmured back.

“Yeah?” He asked, giving you a small smirk. “Good girl.” And without any hesitation, he dived in, licking a stripe from your clit to your hole and then back to your clit. You gasped and moaned, reaching to grip Aaron’s hair. When you say you had never gotten your pussy eaten this good, you truly mean it. Aaron was eating you out in ways you’d never felt before, diving into it as though he were a starving man who had just gotten food for the first time.

His nose was against your clit, rubbing it as he tongued your hole, lapping around your pussy. He let out his own soft noises, gripping your thighs so that you couldn’t move. And you? You most certainly were moaning like a whore.

I can see my baby swinging

His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up

On the balcony and I'm singing

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love

I can see my sweet boy swaying

He's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la

On the balcony and I'm saying

Move baby, move baby, I'm in love

Your first orgasm was absolutely gorgeous. Aaron had made you cum on his tongue in less than five minutes. You had clenched your thighs so hard around Aaron’s head that he thought for just a split second that he would pass out in between your thighs. And honestly, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. You tasted heavenly, like nectar blessed by the Gods above.

“Aaron,” you moaned after your orgasm, desperately needing his cock inside of you. “Need you so bad,” you said, looking down at your handsome boss.

He looked up at you, face glistening with your juices as he slowly stood up. You couldn’t help but look at his cock, wanting it so badly. Aaron certainly wasn’t below average. His cock was about seven inches but my god was it girthy. It will stretch you out so nicely, in a way that you desperately craved. Your hole clenched at that very thought, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Aaron.

“You need my cock, pretty girl?” He asked softly, reaching down to grip his cock, pumping it slowly.

You nodded your head, giving a sultry pout as you looked up at Aaron. “Need your cock so bad, sir,” you exclaimed.

Aaron let out a soft moan at your words, especially to you saying ‘sir’. It sent a rush down to his cock. Your sultry and whiny voice, begging for him to take you. You calling him “sir” just was the cherry on top. You were perfect and he adored it. He adored you. “I’ll give you my cock, baby,” he exclaimed, moving so he could align himself to your pussy. He slowly eased himself inside of you, careful to not hurt you while also letting out a low moan.

You let out a loud moan, gripping the sheets below you as you clenched around his cock. The stretch certainly hurt though that was expected. You truthfully hadn’t had sex in quite awhile and Aaron was bigger than most people you’ve been with. Regardless, you were just glad to be filled. You craved it. As Aaron bottomed out, he stayed still for a few minutes, waiting for you to adjust to his size. You took a few minutes to get used to it, allowing your body time to relax. And soon, you were ready for him to move. “You can move,” you licked your lips, looking up at your boss.

Aaron took a moment to look at you, admiring your beauty. He couldn’t help it. You were just so beautiful. However, without any further hesitation, he began thrusting his hips slowly inside of you, making you both groan in pleasure. To say Aaron craved this was an understatement. He had wanted you since the day you had joined the team. It had taken everything in his power to make sure your relationship stayed strictly professional. And perhaps it will remain so when you guys get back to the East Coast. But tonight? Tonight was the night for indulging. Because the desire was simply just too much.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned underneath Aaron, closing your eyes in pleasure as his hips began moving faster. His cock thrusted in and out of you, stretching you so good and hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “Feels so good,” you whimpered in pleasure.

“God, you’re so tight,” Aaron let out a choked moan. Your pussy was clenching his cock, adding to his pleasure. “And so wet.” Your cunt was perfect, clenching him as though it were made for his cock and his cock only.

Aaron’s thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked you. The room was filled with the loud moans of the both of you while skin hit skin. The squelching of your pussy was echoing in the room. You could feel that heat building in your abdomen as Aaron’s cock hit your g-spot repeatedly. “Oh my god!” you moaned, throwing your head back.

Aaron could feel the pleasure building inside of him, ready to erupt inside of you at any given moment. “I’m so close, baby,” he groaned, looking down at you as he fucked you. Your tits were bouncing, your cheeks were flushed while your eyes were closed. You were moaning his name as a mantra just as he moaned yours. And soon, you were cumming around his cock with your back arching and your toes curling. Aaron followed suit, letting out a long “fuuuck,” as he came. His cum shot inside of you, rope after rope as he filled you.

When you both came down from your highs, Aaron pulled out of you slowly before collapsing onto the bed right next to you. You looked up at the ceiling, finally comprehending the fact that you fucked your boss and now the unknowns of what will happen afterwards were integrating your mind. But as Aaron took you into his arms, those thoughts slowly crawled away. It doesn’t need to be so complicated.

I can see my baby swinging

His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up

On the balcony and I'm singing

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love

I can see my sweet boy swaying

He's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la

On the balcony and I'm saying

Move baby, move baby, I'm in love

I'm in love

I'm in love

What happens in the West Coast stays in the West Coast.

[quaintii]

Across the Street

Pt.3

Pt.1, Pt2.

synopsis: Miguel calls you in once more for babysitting. He has a day off from work and something inconvenient happens.

content: 18+ MDNI - babysitting, DILF miguel, fingering, m!receiving bj, praise and degrading, dirty talk, spiccyy overall.

A/N: thank you guys for the support!! Love u all 💞

extra: art is on Twitter by kimmy_arts0912

Miguel woke up to the sound of his phone burring on the bedstand, clicking the stop button.

9:04 a.m.

He slowly rose off the bed, rubbing his temples and heading to the bathroom. He took his time getting himself ready, it was never easy for him since he would regularly work for long hours but today was a day off.

He took a shower, shaving off his stubble beard with a mirror glued on the bathroom wall. He got out with a towel wrapped around his waist and a small one on his wet hair.

Soon as he finished changing, he went downstairs to drink some black coffee and eat some peppered eggs with bacon.

As he scrolled through his work emails on his laptop, he saw Gabriella at the corner of his eye. She stepped off the stairs, approaching Miguel and hugging his legs.

"Como dormiste, mi changa?" (How'd you sleep, my girl?) He let out a hearty laugh, ruffling her messy brown curls. His focus was now on Gabriella, carrying her with one arm while his other hand pinched her swollen cheeks.

"Bien, papi!" She said as she swinged on his arm. Miguel smiled and lifted her back on the floor, reaching for the chair for his daughter. He placed two plates, a small stack of pancakes with strawberries, butter and syrup while the other was a bowl of fruit.

"Make sure to eat all of it, mija. It's bad to let things go to waste." He spoke as he washed the prior dishes from last night, making him vividly relive the memory of his fingers in you. He couldn't shake the thought of you, he kept spacing out on your touch.

He snapped back to reality when he peered his eyes to his phone ringing, his wife. Well almost his ex-wife, the divorce was still in date for court but they went their separate ways months ago.

He wrapped a towel around his hands, drying them and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"I'm picking up Gabriella later today around 6."

Miguel's brows furrowed together. "What do you mean?!? This whole week is my time to spend with her. I have a day off today and tomorrow." He snapped back at her.

"What's the reason for the sudden change?! Im allowed to spend time with my daughter too." He was fired up but whispered into the phone so Gabriella wouldn't hear.

"She just got home a couple days ago, que te pasa en la mente?!" Miguel spoke. She scoffed into the phone. "You're more in love with your work than our own daughter."

"Well I planned a trip for the both of us and I already have everything packed for her. Relax, you'll get her back in a couple days, bye!" As Miguel was about to yell at her, she hung up on the phone.

"Pinche pendeja.." he muttered softly on his lips.

He was furious but had to remain calm to not raise Gabriella's suspicion of why her dad was breathing so heavily and palming his face with his hands.

After a couple minutes pass, he sat next to Gabi watching a cartoon show to ease himself down. He would then urge Gabi to go brush her teeth and change into something else rather than her unicorn pajamas.

Miguel decided to take Gabi to a new toy shop that just opened. He was still pissed about the call earlier but the thought ended up leaving his mind as his focus was now on his daughter's happiness.

5:04 p.m.

It'd been a day or two since what happened. Miguel hadn't sent you a message to babysit Gabi, until this afternoon.

"Hey, can you come over to babysit Gabriella? That is if you're not busy with anything."

"I'll be on my way in 5 minutes, Mr. O'Hara."

"Perfect..thank you. Again, Miguel is fine."

You felt so queasy about stepping in foot back to his house but so excited. You wore a summer dress due to the heat emitting from the sky. The afternoon would always be the hottest time of the day where you lived.

You face the mirror to fix the messy curls that sprung up due to the frizz. You apply some lip liner, finishing it off with a red tint gloss.

5:12 p.m.

You knock on the door, patiently waiting. You hear a click and the door finally opens, the sun shined on his caramelized skin. He look almost jaw dropping.. with a slicked back hair look. Loose black fit pants with a loose button up shirt. His eyes gave off a smile smile and invited you in.

You looked around to find Gabriella drawing at the table.

"Hi Gabi!" You squeal and wave at her as she rushes into a hug towards you. "Yay! You're back!" She was eager to see you. "What are you drawing? That looks great!" "I'm drawing a forest with fairies and unicorns!" Her high pitched voice rang in your ears.

You lean in closer to look at her drawing, acknowledging it. You give her a sweet smile, she returns it back.

You step back and walk to the cabinets to get a glass of juice. Your body jumped when you felt a hand rubbing in circles on your ass.

Miguel grazed his hands on your shoulder, whispering near your ear and dragging you further to the kitchen. Gabi's back facing the both of you two, you felt his hot breath fan you; shivers down your spine and to your core.

"How have you been, muñeca? Te ves muy...hermosa." He husked in a low tone. Your breathing slowed down, worried to even peep a sound. "I missed you..was worried you wouldn't come back." His rough hands rub the soft skin on your hips.

His tongue teased your neck, sucking and softly nibbling on it. "N-not here Miguel..your daughter.." You whispered, trying hard to restrain your small whimpers. He hummed in your ears, nibbling on it before detaching himself as soon as he heard a doorbell ring.

Luckily the kitchen had the blinds closed so whoever was outside, couldn't see.

He sighed and you quickly headed to open the door, facing a woman. She had on black sunglasses to block the sun in her eyes.

"You must be the new babysitter right?" She questioned as she placed her purse on the island countertop. "Yes! I was recently hired by Mr. O'Hara, Ms.." You waited for a response from her. "Mrs. O'Hara." She spoke, she reached to grab Gabriella by the waist; a suitcase near the table.

You had thought that he was divorced, you thought pretty quickly to it maybe they just haven't had gone to court yet to fix their situation.

"Mom? Where are we going?" Gabriella prods her head at Miguel and you. "We're going to Disneyland!!" She squeals as she hears the exciting news.

Miguel sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing that she never really gave attention to Gabriella, just spoiling and bribing her.

Gabriella was brought down back to her feet, hugging you and her dad by the leg, waving goodbyes.

You helped her out with packing some of her toys upstairs. When you both finished packing up some extra stuff, you head downstairs, slightly peering your head to see Miguel and his wife whisper about stuff. Miguel's chest heaved as his hands ran through his hair, frustrated.

Gabriella prods her head at what you're looking at and you quickly distract her by asking her something.

"Did you grab all of your toys, Gabi?" "I think so," she said as she rubbed her head and headed towards the door.

The lady drank some champagne from the glass, eyeing you up and down, questionable about you. You were never this nervous, but you worried if she had known.

She averted her gaze back to Gabi, holding her hand and the suitcase near Miguel. "Bye papi!" Gabi squeaked as the door behind her closed. Miguel waved non-stop til he couldn't see her anymore.

He laid his elbows on the countertop, tilting his head sideways back and forth. "Everything okay?" You walked up to him.

"Yeah.. um..it's just.." He hesitated to tell you. "Oh, don't worry! It's fine you don't have to tell me, Mr.-.. Miguel." He sighed angrily, "No no, it's just that..this week I was supposed to have Gabriella. She comes unannounced, not even a heads up that she would take Gabi with her."

As he vented more of his frustration, he felt relief by letting it all out. You were open eares with him, softly patting his shoulder blades to ease him.

"Wow..that's really messed up. Do you have custody of Gabriella, if you don't mind me asking." You spoke softly.

"Yeah, I do. We haven't had the court fully decide yet, it's coming up in a couple weeks. I just hate how she's nowhere fit for her to be actually caring for Gabriella." He sighed and took a big sip from the champagne bottle.

You hummed in return, heading to the snack closet for something to ease him up. "Want some snacks?" You asked. Miguel gets up and walks towards you.

You tip-toed to reach a cardboard box full of gummies, until you felt your body shivering to the touch of his hands around your waist later reaching your bra.

He wraps his arms around you, his touch becoming a bit more daring this time.

"You're very tempting. It's difficult to resist you right now..."

Miguel smiles at you and whispers his words. He then places his lips on yours again, his kiss passionate and eager. He wraps you as tight as he can, his hands roaming your hips.

"Oh, I would love something sweet. Don't you?" He murmured on your neck. His hands pushed your dress up, caressing your plush skin. "Mr. O'Hara-.."

You felt a sharp slap to your ass. "What did I say? Llámame Miguel.." (Call me Miguel)

He placed a hand on your chin to face him, kissing you softly. The second kiss seemed more like hunger.

"Get on your knees for me, cariño." He husked in a low tone, you obediently listen and laid your knees on the cold marble floor. He caressed your face once more, "Good girl.." The praises that came out his mouth made your cheeks heat up, your blood pumping to your pooling cunt.

Miguel's face lights up with pleasure, his eyes staring at you seductively as you kneel down in front of him. He watches your movement as you kneel, breathing slightly heavier. The way you look at Miguel also makes him feel good.

"Mm..."

Miguel's hand then reaches down and he grabs your head, making you look up at him.

"Open your mouth..."

Miguel moves his hand down to one of your shoulders, moving his thumb along your collarbone and then along your cleavage.

"Open wider, muñeca..."

Miguel's smile grows more and more as he sees you opening your mouth. You see his hand moving around your lips, just touching your face sensually here and there. Miguel's eyes never leave yours, and you find his stare to be both attractive and also exciting.

"Mm... Good.."

Miguel's eyes move down to your tongue and then back up to your face. He starts to whisper in your ear, his voice going slightly deeper.

"¿Como se siente esa boca, chiquilla?"

Miguel's breath slows, clearly aroused. He stuck in two fingers into your mouth and you hollowed your cheeks softly as you sucked on them for a bit. He went deeper, making you gag continuously, he took his fingers out licking them clean.

Your eyes landed on his bulge, palming it with your hands, rubbing it harder each time, pulling groans out of Miguel.

You begin to remove his pants by unzipping it and pulling down his boxers, his hard cock slapping his abdomen. The red brownish head was practically fuming for your touch.

You part your lips, laying your tongue out and licking the pre-cum streaming down on his tip. You try fitting all of his cock in your throat but you can't so you stroke the rest of him.

His eyes drop down to your face, his eyebrows furrowed together, savouring the delicious feeling of your tongue around his cock. You bobbed your head faster when your throat relaxed, being able to take in more of him. You clench your inner thighs together to feel some relief on your swollen clit.

His breathing becomes shallow the more he becomes impatient. When you looked up at him with small teary eyed..

He loses it.

He needs and wants to feel more of you, he slammed his cock deeper down your throat. The squelching sounds and low groans of his voice made you whine but it was muttered by his cock in your mouth.

You dig your nails into his thighs to keep yourself steady, you feel like you've ran out of oxygen. But you couldn't care less.

"Puta madre..." He whispers.

The feeling of him driving you absolutely mad, his grip on your scalp tightening with every thrust he took. The aggression shocked you, but you couldn't move since he took complete control of your mouth.

His cock pressed harder into your throat, making you gag on and on while tears streamed down your face. Your flushed out face drew him to his final straw.

His hips snapping against your cheeks, the slapping sounds echoing. The feeling of your fingernails digging deep into his skin, your muffled moans clenching harder around his cock whenever you hollowed your cheeks, made him lose his control.

"F-fuck...you're so good...such a pretty little slut aren't you? So fucking good f'me baby..." He scowled.

You kept muffling mhm's as he would praise your touch on him. His hips began stuttering, his thrusts slowly becoming slower as his cock became more and more sensitive with every warm touch of your tongue around him.

He held both sides of your face in a firm but gentle grip, abusing your throat to catch his orgasm. "I'm c-coming..mhmmf..mierda..." He whined.

His massive body shook with his imploding orgasm, he shoved his cock to the back of your throat and shuddered as his cum was hot and sticky on your tongue.

The moment he pulled out, he angled my face to his, towering over my frame. "Swallow it f'me." He spoke bluntly.

Miguel removed your mouth off his cock, his erection still hard and pulsing. All he wanted right now was to be inside you but he had different plans for you. He was going to return the favor back to you now.

You let out a few coughs to catch your breath and swallowed just like he asked. Bittersweet taste left on your tongue.

"Eres tan buena y hermosa, ma." (You're so good and beautiful, ma)

"Llevantate, amor." He panted on your neck.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you up, resting your quivering ankles on his broad shoulders. His fingers stroking and prodding at the wet stain on your underwear, his cold touch setting you on fire.

"Let me touch your pretty pussy, amor. Déjame ver ese bello coño.." (Let me see that pretty pussy) He tore your underwear off, the cold air washing your cunt makes you shiver. He lightly slapped your folds to see your face contort and furrow.

Suddenly, his hot tongue flicked your wet folds, and heat swirled in your stomach, your clit throbbing. Your skin burned to his touch as he reached for your perked nipples, rubbing it with his hands and whenever he would pinch your nipples, you would jerk forward; making his nose hit your clit.

"M-more Miguel.." You begged, your cunt clenching around nothing left you feeling empty and so needy. Your fingers wrapping around his brown curls, gripping onto them dearly as his tongue lapped on your clit.

"You're doing such a good job f'me, mi amor. Keep moaning my name like that. Fuck.." He groaned into your cunt. He slid into another finger and the feeling was too much for you to handle.

"M-miguel.." Your pants filled with wanton and lust. Your body jerks forward as he slid a finger inside you, your eyes impossibly rolling back to the back of your head as you choked on your moans, mumbling his name as he continued to eat you out like a starved man.

"Mirame, corazon. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?"

You felt too much and too little all at once, it wasn't enough for you but you felt like you were about to get thrown off the edge as his fingers started pounding you deep inside your velvet walls. You kept twitching and trembling, your back arching off the wall as your body hopelessly writhed for him.

Your nerves began stuttering, going numb along with a knot starting to untie. Miguel wouldn't stop sucking on your folds, his nose nudging your clit. His eyes never left your face, he loved seeing how you responded to his touch.

You started feeling a fire pooling low in your abdomen, your heartbeat pulsing faster than before.

You started losing composure whatsoever, when he slid in another finger inside. He didn't stop lapping on your sopping cunt, your pussy clenching around his fingers made his cock ache for your walls to tighten around him.

"It's t-too much.. m-miguel please mhmgf..fuck!" You sobbed and wailed. Your tears wouldn't stop, his fingers plunging in deeper inside your swollen cunt.

"You can handle it, doll.. I know you can." His ears relished the wet squelching sounds and your sweet little moans. You tugged harder into his hair as you felt a wave crashing down, the dam broke which released a leg-shaking orgasm. Fire sprinted throughout your body, the feeling of it taking over your mind with nothing but his fingers and tongue on your cunt.

Your orgasm came in flooding in and electrified every nerve in your body. Your vision fading to black. Your throat welled with moans and mewls, as you kept blubbering incoherently.

Miguel devoured you without mercy, savoring your juices as it ran down his chin. He kept you steady by holding you tight on your hips as you wiggled non-stop, shaking and writhed under him.

You loved drowning in helplessness of the pleasure as it surrounded you by the waist, leaving you breathless, shaky, and light headed.

You became almost feverishly whimpering since Miguel would still suck on your clit, tenderly. He finally removed himself from your folds, smirking at you while caressing your flushed out face. "Te ves bella así, muñeca. Eres mia..que no?" (You look beautiful like that, doll. You're mine, right?) You nodded as your orgasm finally came to a stop. He rested your ankles back to the floor, holding you up by the waist so you wouldn't succumb to the floor.

Just when he was about to tease you with his cock slowly on your folds, you both hear a ding from the door. Keys ring through your ears and the door creaked open. Heels clacking on the hard floor echoing around the spacious house, heading upstairs. The both of you quickly start to dress up quickly, you knew exactly who this was.

"Miguel!! ¿¿Dónde estás?? Do you know where the monster high dolls are?!?" A woman voice yelled upstairs. Miguel gave you a quick peck on the lips and a wink.

"What is it this time?" Miguel's voice responded back to her. "Gabi forgot her stupid toys..anyways just tell me where they are. She won't stop crying and I need her to shut up."

Miguel refused to give into his emotions and snap back at her so he gave off a small response to her.

"They're in the hidden basket under her bed, the lock is in the bedstand drawer." He answered, looking back at you tip toeing to the door.

You sent yourself off by going back home quietly and hurriedly.

Miguel was once again incredibly frustrated for the intrusion.

A/N: it's 12:31 am rn, gonna have the best sleep ever. I finally finished it! Leave any feedback, always room for improvement, thank you guys!! (Sorry for the ending once more 😭😓, I promise to make part 4 hella dirty and long)

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[beansprean]

Follow up to this post dkjfhdkfjhdg (uncensored on Patreon)

ty to @veryintricaterituals for spanish beta! 😙

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Wide shot of the foyer of the house as Guillermo walks backward from the front door, followed by cousin Miguel. Miguel swaggers through, looking around with a teasing grin, and says "Órale! Got rid of all the vines 'n shit, eh? No worries about eco-friendly anymore?" Guillermo smiles nervously, hands held out in a calming gesture as he backs toward the hallway. He replies, "Haha, yeah, okay, just...stay put and wait for me, okay? We'll just be in and out, real quick." Miguel asks, "What, you hiding something?" Guillermo splutters, "No, I just-" 1b. Close up of Guillermo from the front on a startled starburst background, eyes wide with panic as a voice from the hall calls out, "Guillermo?" Guillermo's face darkens and he begins to sweat profusely, bold text nearby telegraphing his thoughts: Oh no. 1c. Zoom out, view down the hallway as Guillermo leaps out of frame in the foreground, startled. Coming down the hall with a confident gait is Nandor, hair down, wearing nothing but his rings and a white button up shirt that certainly does not belong to him. His hairy thighs are bare beneath it, and his decency is only covered by a tastefully long black censor box that says 'swang!' as it swings back and forth with his steps. Nandor's stern gaze is focused on Guillermo as he demands, "Guillermo, where have you been? I had to take a bath all by myself, and I couldn't find my robe-"

2a. Wide shot from the side of all three men as Nandor reaches them at the mouth of the hallway. Nandor sees Miguel and grins, pleased, pointing at him and saying "Oh, hello... Is this for me?" Guillermo stands between them, frozen, red-faced, and sweating like a sinner in church. He shoots a panicked glance over his shoulder at Miguel, who is equally frozen and staring wide-eyed at Nandor's crotch. A clear dotted arrow line aims his gaze. 2b. Repeat. Guillermo snaps out of it and turns Nandor around, pushing at his back to steer him back down the hall. He splutters, "No, that is my cousin, just- no! Go to your room! And stop stealing my shirts!" Nandor, confused, allows himself to be pushed but glares over his shoulder, lip curled, and whines "Eyy, no pushing!" Miguel stands just as he was, wide-eyed stare moved to the middle distance. 2c. Shot from the hall toward the front door, Guillermo close-up in the foreground as he pushes Nandor away. In the background, Miguel somewhat recovers, a startled grin crossing his face as he holds one arm up in a shrug and calls, "Yo, hey, good for you, Memo-" Guillermo, blushing and angry, snaps back, "¡Cállate!" In parentheses: "shut up!"

3. Days later, Miguel stands with Silvia at her kitchen sink, drying a glass jar with a dishcloth as she has her gloved hands elbow-deep in soapy water. Frowning as he works, Miguel says, "Tía, conocí al novio de Memo el otro día." In parentheses: "Auntie, I met Memo's boyfriend the other day." Silvia smiles indulgently, eyes on the sink, and asks, "¿En serio? ¿Qué te pareció?" In parentheses: "Really? What did you think?" Miguel replies, "Como dijiste...mayor." In parentheses: "Like you said. Big." There is an asterisk next to big, leading to a footnote that says "Mayor can mean old/older or big/bigger". /end ID

[barcarsenal12]

Election season (alexia putellas x american reader)

A/N: American reader is dealing with the stress of the election from overseas, while Alexia and their teammates try to understand what a terrifying situation reader is in.

(This is very very short, I can expand if you guys enjoy it. Also this is 100% me projecting.

You had a match the next day, but you knew you weren’t going to sleep. You had hardly been able to sleep all week. Back home, in America, your friends and family were staying up too. Here in Barcelona, no one cared who won the presidential election. 

“Come to bed, love,” Alexia called from the stairs. 

“I can’t, Ale.” You said, closing your eyes. CNN was starting to sear into your eyelids. You felt two hands on your shoulders, and leaned into her touch. 

“The sooner you fall asleep, the sooner you will know who won. Like Christmas morning.” 

You laughed, resting your head against her arm. “I knew that Christmas was always going to be good, though. I won’t be able to sleep. I might as well be here.”

Alexia sighed, and let her head droop. 

“Ok, then I’ll stay here with you.” 

“No, go to sleep. Us both being tired tomorrow won’t help anyone.” 

“But I want to be here. Explain the, como se dice, electoral college again?”

“Go, Ale,” you chuckled, shoving her shoulder. 

She sighed again, but rose from her seat and pressed a kiss to your forehead before making her way back upstairs. 

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“What’s wrong with her?” Mapi whispered quietly to Alexia during warm ups the next morning. 

“She stayed up all night watching the election. I found her asleep infront of the TV this morning.” Alexia whispered back. 

Mapi let out a low whistle. “She’s not playing today, right?”

“She swears she’s fine.” 

“She doesn’t look fine.”

“I know.” 

You were glued to your phone the next four days, as the results were counted and recounted and confusion over swing states ensued. On the second day, it seemed like it was going the way that you were so desperately praying it would. On the third, though, the opposition won Florida. The election consumed you, and you were so far away from anyone else affected by it that you felt increasingly isolated. Alexia tried to be there, listening and keeping up with the results and trying to ignore how tired you looked. She told you that she loved you and cooked you meals and forced you to sleep. 

When the results came, you were at training. You were in the gym, with MSNBC playing through your airpods as you did reps of squats. You remembered 2020, when your side won and everyone ran onto the streets with pots and pans. This time, you had no neighbors to react with. You calmly placed your weights down and walked through the gym door, shutting off your phone for the first time in days. You needed somewhere-- a closet, ideally, but an empty meeting room would also suffice-- to fully absorb the news. You made it as far as the bathroom before the results sunk in. 

“Why did she leave?” Ingrid leaned towards Frido, as the door swung closed behind you. 

“I don’t know.” Frido responded. “I’ll text her.” 

“Ok, good idea.” Ingrid said, returning to her lifts. After a moment, she glanced back at Frido, and immediately noticed the frown on her face. “What is it?”

“He won.” Frido whispered. 

“What?” Ingrid said. Even from across the world, she knew what that would mean. 

“He won.” 

“Mierda.” Ingrid cursed under her breath, pushing out of the gym. 

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(Sorry to cut this off, lmk if you want me to finish this story)

[julia4today]

almuerzo fluff

(husband!miguel x pregnant!reader)

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what’s happens when people find out about you? about your kids. idk but i had this idea so just bare (bear?) with me. writing on iphone and computer-- there's some spanish in there. i don' t practice all that often since i left home so excuse any off translation

tw: swearing, angst if you squint, no proofreading

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guards, hq doesn’t need ‘em. mainly because they have thousands of spidermen swinging around, ready to save. unfortunately those spidermen aren’t always the most aware when it comes to being in hq. considering you somehow managed to slip past them.

you, with a toddler on your hip and a basket of food in your hand combined with your intensely slow walking. you would expect to atleast have some hassle getting through the doors.

you were so close too, just one more hallway until you could have lunch in peace with your husband. unfortunately some spiders get nosy. some spiders try to detain you, take your kid from you, call over other spiders, and rummage through your food.

of course this doesn’t go without protest.

“ma’am who are you? and where did you get this kid? to what do you have business here?”

“give me back my kid.” you respond struggling against the grasp of a…dinosaur? no im just kidding, yet another peter parker.

“we have no way of knowing that she is yours.”

crying and kicking coming from your daughter, gabriella. “get away! get away! i want mommy!” she screams, trying her best to now push past the crowds to get to you. a spider picks her up, beginning to take her away.

“get your hands off my kid!” you say, as tears prick your eyes. finally struggling free and, slowly, running to grab gabriella. picking her up and holding her in your arms. “it’s okay honey, mommy’s here.”

wiping her tears you turn to face the group, looking around you notice your once perfectly made up lunch with all the food for a family of 5 (your husbands a big eater…) was now strewn across the floor.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you shout, covering your daughters ears, slowly rocking her. you hear a spider call the boss, your husband. how unfortunate for the group.

“we don’t know who you are, if you’re dangerous, what you’re doing here!”

“i’m pregnant, with my daughter, carrying a basket of food to my husband! how is that dangerous?!”

“well we-“ cut off my the stomping you know so well and the yelling you could never forget.

you could hear him, saying that “if it was something stupid he’d fire all of them.” that “if the woman was dangerous why didn’t they call him sooner?"

as he approaches you see his eyes widen and his body relax. he lets out a sigh. he easily makes his way through the masses, a path paved for him, through the sea of people.

the crowd watches in awe as he picks up the little girl. "hola mi princesa. ¿como estas?" he says softly as he wipes any excess tears from gabriella's eyes.

"papa they were s-so mean to mommy."

"i know baby, i'm sorry you had to go through that," he replies, glaring over at the, now, cowering and slightly shocked, group of spiders. he turns to you, placing a kiss on your cheek. "¿qué pasó, mi amor? pensé que venías a almorzar."

"yeah, well that's not what they thought. nuestra comida está arruinada," you hang your head in annoyance.

"i know, but luckily we have a food court, although nothing is better than your food," he lifts your face, sighing and turning around.

"what the hell is your problem? putos cabrones, THAT'S MY WIFE. idiots," he yells, still holding gabriella. who has now fallen asleep in her dads arms.

"s-sir we didn't know." a brave spider spoke up.

he rolls his eyes, resting his free hand on his hip. "and you think a pregnant lady, with her daughter, and a basket of food is really a threat? why did i hire such morons?!" he exclaims.

he turns towards you, putting on a sweet expression with a soft smile. "c'mon mami, let's go get some food." turning around once more he yells one last times.

"you all, pick up this mess and meet me in my office in two hours." everyone could pick up the sinister tone in his voice, it wasn't hard to miss.

"mi héroe," you say, and you all walk towards the food court. although when you have a group of teen spiders wandering around the building who are a little too obsessed with heir bosses personal lives, you don't get much privacy.

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alright what do we think? also yes mahagony pt 2 is coming but honestly i haven' t had any motivation to start pt 2 yet. so sorry to those waiting. i woke up at 5 am and suddenly had the urge to make this so heres hoping we all like it

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hey! So I thought of this idea for Gavi, where yall have been dating for a while but he doesn't know exactly what date your birthday is and he ends up forgetting,but the reader doesn't mind because she's had bad experience with birthdays

This req has almost over a year, I'm truly sorry for the wait😭 but life's been pretty busy right now and I haven't had the time to sit down and write something😭😭 also, not prooferead😭💀

Calendar -P.G6

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn't know your birthday and you don't mind that, either.

"Amor"

"Mhm?" You grunt eyes not leaving your book

"Can I ask you something?" You hum letting him know you were paying him attention "You won't get mad?"

"It depends" You simply answer "Probably not. What's up?"

"When's your birthday?"

Right there, you froze. You let the book on your lap and looked at your boyfriend.

You and Pablo have almost a year and half dating, he was the sweetest, most caring, responsable, respectful guy you've ever known. He knew and remembered every single detail of you and of your relationship, so it took you by surprise to hear that he didn't know your birthday.

However, you didn't felt any kind of dissapointment or anger, your birthday was just another day and after your 6 birthday, you stopped celebrating it because of a bad experience, so you were just confused.

"You don't know when my birthday is?" He slowly shook his head

"I... don't" He said, you could see the nerves on his face, he was waiting for you to get mad.

"It's ________" You reply looking at him, you smiled softly "Better now?"

He repeated your birthday date under his breath only to gasp.

"That was two weeks ago!" You nod "¡Joder! ¿Como puedo ser tan mal novio?" (How can I be such a bad boyfriend?) "Venga, let's get dressed to have some dinner. I need to buy you a gift, two in fact, one for the lateness and the other for your birthday. We also need to set tomorrow a small party with our friends and family. I need to buy a cake for you as well-"

"Nononono. What are you talking about? No need"

"What do you mean there's no need? Of course it's needed! It's your birthday, we don't turn 20 every single year, we need to celebrate it"

"Pablo, I don't celebrate my birthdays" You state grabbing his hands and trying to calm him down

"¿Cómo que no celebras tus cumpleaños?" (How's that you don't celebrate your birthdays?)

"I just don't. Ever since I turned 6"

"But why is that?"

"I had a bad experience at my birthday party" You shrug shaking your head

"Puta madre" He cursed making you smile "I didn't know that"

"That's weird. I thought you asked my mom everything of me" You joke with a smile on as he grips your thigh

"I asked you some things too" You laugh

"I almost got lost in my birthday party. It was in the park but I walked and walked far away from the party, my mom and dad were attending the invited so my aunt was the one who had to look out for me and she did until her attention drifted to a kid who had fell from the swing"

"I spent around 5 hours lost in the park, it started raining and it got dark quickly, I was crying and shaking from the cold. My parents found me and I could only grip myself to them so bad. I didn't wanted to spend the rest of my birthday there, I didn't even wanted to eat the cake nor open the presents, nothing. And that day I couldn't be separated from my mom, I glued myself to her"

"It sounds pretty stupid but I was so afraid of them not being able to find me and stuff. So I just kinda stopped celebrating my birthday because it reminds me of that not-so-good time"

"It's not stupid, amor. And I'm sorry"

"Why are you sorry for?"

"I didn't know about that and also I made you remember it"

"It's ok, baby. You didn't know but now you do"

"Can I just give you a small gif and an ordinary cake then?" You smile

"I'll make a small exception for you and only this time" You kissed his lips standing up "Where are we going for dinner?"

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[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Nick Amaro: Boxing

NOTE: I originally posted this short story on a reblog of these GIFS but I don't think it reached as many people because of it so I'm going to also post it like this.

Sometimes a GIF just makes you have to write a little something. This one definitely did. Thank you, Nick Amaro.  

You stopped to watch your boyfriend hit the punching bag. It was erotic in a way that it had no right being. The flex of his arms, bunching of his shoulders. The graceful turning of his hips as he put his weight behind his punches. The power that propelled the bag back. Sweat gathered at his temples and neck dripping down his lithe body making the white wife beater cling tantalizingly to his chest and stomach.

You had sudden and deep regret at never going to his boxing gym before. It was a hole-in-the-wall place he loved and you figured it would be filled with testosterone and alpha male ego. You were willing to deal with both now that you knew exactly what sight was awaiting you if you did.

Nick was fully focused on what he was doing. It was clear he hadn't noticed your arrival yet. You let yourself indulge in his movement for a few minutes longer before letting out a wolf whistle. "Ay, Papi what's a girl gotta do to get a private show?"

Nick's head whipped to you a smirk on his lips. He doesn't stop his punches, he preens and starts showing off more as you walk closer to him. "Para una mamacita sexy como tú? (For a sexy mommy like you?) Just say the word."

You hum happily as he pauses and you slide between him and the punch bag. Nick wipes away sweat dripping into his eyes with his glove. Your fingertips trace down from his collarbone to his chest, placing your hand against his firm chest. It's rising and falling at a faster pace than normal. You can feel the pound of his heart from his exertion.

Nick backed you into the bag behind you. You feel it swing back when your weight presses against it. His gloved hand grasped at your hips as his cheek pressed against your own. He pulls you closer, his body heat blazing against your skin, the moisture of his sweat transferring to your skin.

Nick leans down and you tease him. Your lips barely brush his as you slide your hand up his arms, shoulders, and then up his neck and into his hair. "Guapo," You ghost against his lips. His smile widens and it is infectious. You giggle and rub your nose against his in Eskimo kisses. "Maybe you can show me how to do that hip motion at home, hmm?"

"I can show you more than just that, cariño." He promised finally catching your lips in a hot open-mouthed kiss.

"I look forward to it."

[xoluvx]

ay mami; young miko tú y yo 'tamo conecta'o, ma, como wifi

It felt like a game. One that neither of you wanted to lose. Phone calls and whispers at night. Meet ups in hotel rooms and loud cries. All of it crashing down when the doubts crept it and the games no longer felt fun or exciting.

“Why can’t you just talk to me about it?” her voice soft but demanding as you laid in bed. Hand on your cheek. Naked bodies tangled in the sheets.

"Oh my god," you scoffed pushing her body away. She fell back on the bed. Her hair messy, lips red. The obvious signs of the night you'd spent together and the morning that was still lingering decorated her body.

"You're so annoying," you added rolling your eyes pushing the covers off your body, legs swinging off the side of the bed. The sudden chill consumed your body sending shivers down your spine. Goosebumps coating your skin.

As you got up to leave, you felt her arms wrap tightly around your body bringing you back to the bed. You couldn't stifle the small giggle that formed. It vibrated through the room as her lips pressed on your cheek. Warm breath on your skin.

"You weren't saying that last night," she whispered as you melted into her touch, your hand coming up to cradle her head as her lips made their way down to your neck. So wet and tingly. Your eyelids fluttered getting lost in the moment. Lips too sweet on your skin seeping into your bloodstream.

And you were back where she wanted you. Legs open, body leaning on hers for support, hand parting your naked legs.

"Fuck," you hummed when her finger slid between your folds. She fixated on your clit. Middle finger rotating on your sensitive bud until you were whimpering and swaying your hips. It came to an abrupt stop when she kissed the top of your head and let your body go. You toppled on the mattress with a thud, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"Are you serious?" you asked incredulously. She was pulling this shit again. Playing the game while using your weakness. You turned your body, resting on your front as you looked up at her.

"What?" she asked. She wasn't even looking at you. Searching the floor for her clothes that'd been scattered throughout the hotel room when you got your hands on her.

"Stay," your voice was soft as you reached for her hand pulling her back into the bed. A smirk on her face as she tried to conceal her very obvious victory. She simply nodded, turning your body as she hovered over you. She held your chin, lips clashing with yours. Leg between your thighs pressing on your pussy. Whimpering, you raised your chest pressing it on hers.

Her hand found its place between your legs again. Fingers sliding into your pussy effortlessly. She snarled when she felt you clench around her digits. She moved establishing a steady pace, your lips still connected. You swayed your hips to match her moments, spilling your moans into her mouth. She happily swallowed them before tugging on your bottom lip with her teeth.

It felt like an eternity. The burning feeling spreading and consuming your body as you whimpered pressing your lips on her cheek. She drowned in your moans. Thumb pressed on your throbbing clit.

"I'm-" you breathed heavily tossing your head back. "-gonna." You were struggling to find words as her lips wrapped around your neck. Tongue wet on your skin moving in the exact ways she'd swirled on your clit the previous night. Multiple times.

The overwhelming rush hit hard as you convulsed under her grip. Pussy so tight and hot on her fingers. Cries so desperate. Eyes shut.

"That's it," she whispered cockily biting her lip enjoying the way you clenched and throbbed on her fingers. She watched the way your hips rolled coming down from your high. She pulled her fingers out slowly, coated with your arousal.

She slid between your legs, enamored by your throbbing your pussy. Ruined and sloppy. Desperate for more as your hand came down to her head. She glanced up at you. Her eyes full of fire as you lifted your hips wanting more. Wanting her to taste you. Longing to feel her tongue on your sensitive clit.

You'd give into this game always. You'd surrender proudly.

[tecontos]

Passei a aproveitar melhor a vida e ao sexo.

By; Liliane

Oi Te Contos, eu gostaria de contar sobre a minha mudança de vida, quando passei de uma pessoa “careta” para uma pessoa que aproveita melhor a vida e ao sexo.

Me chamo Liliane, tenho 46 anos, sou casada a 22 anos, morena 1,64 cm, 70 kg , seios médios, coxas grossas e dizem que eu não aparento a idade.

Tudo começou na pandemia, sou enfermeira é atuei na linha de frente, tudo muito estressante é muito medo do desconhecido. Um dia no plantão um auxiliar falou;

- se eu passar por essa pandemia juro que vou em um swing viro single e vou viver de prazer.

Fiquei pensando em toda aquela conversa e no meu descanso resolvi pesquisar sobre o assunto. Até então nunca tinha passado pela minha cabeça. Eis que me aparece um site de encontros e resolvi fazer o cadastro e ver o que acontecia. Comecei a conversar com vários homens e entender como era o mundo casual independente do swing. Pessoas à procura de sexo para realizar fantasias e eu nem tinha fantasias não naquele momento.

Muitos foram legais tive bons papos, mas um foi mais ousado, me convidou para ir a casa dele conhece-lo para que pudéssemos conversar melhor. Não me pediu uma foto e nem mandou tambem falou que preservava uma boa amizade e como eu estava em um momento de estresse seria um bom amigo, uma boa companhia. Eu resolvi ir conhece-lo.

Estava em casa em pleno sábado à tarde, quando ele me mandou uma mensagem falando;

- estou a sua espera que tal um bom café?

Eu falei para meu marido que estava indo na casa de uma amiga. Cheguei no local liguei e ele desceu para abrir o portão, eu fiquei dentro do carro para ver quem era. Um homem alto magro, careca que usava óculos, pensei “só posso estar louca”, nada me chamou atenção, mas já estava lá.

Desci do carro de saia preta, uma blusinha tipo top sem sutiã e uma jaquetinha por cima. Entrei rápido porque afinal era perto da minha casa, ele fechou o portão e eu ja o espera na metade da escada. Nos apresentamos, ele me deu um beijo no rosto e me abraçou bem forte, subimos e entramos na sala, eu coloquei o celular em cima da mesa e ele já veio me beijando, sem me dar nem tempo de falar, eu retribui afinal que beijo gostoso, ele já começou a passar à mão pelo meu corpo, me beijando tirou minha jaquetinha e acariciou meus peitos e puxou a blusa senti meus peitos saltarem, coloquei a mão na frente para puxar a blusa e nessa hora ele me encostou na parede e começou a mamar meus peitos, chupar com força, com vontade, com desejo, subiu a minha saia e puxou minha calcinha de lado e esfregando minha xaninha, que loucura é que delicia, ele abaixou o short dele, um pinto grande e grosso e falou;

- vem cá putinha, vem

Sentou no sofá e falou;

- era pau que você procurava, então vem chupar

Eu caí de boca e chupei aquele homem, chupei as bolas, bati com aquele pau enorme na minha cara, ele levantou me beijando, me apoiou no braço do sofá e foi descendo até começar chupar minha bucetinha, lamber, me apertar os peitos, enfiar o dedo no meu cuzinho, e me fazer gozar na boca dele, nessa hora só me colocou de quatro e falou;

- goza gostoso no meu pau e meteu gostoso

Cada estocada profunda sem dó, segurava minha cintura, me dava uns tapa na bunda, mandava a vagabunda rebolar e dizia que eu iria aguentar porque ele ia me fuder até cansar, eu sentia um pouco de desconforto, mas ele estava disposto a me fuder gostoso, sentei no colo dele e cavalguei como a muito tempo não fazia, sentia o pau dele no fundo do meu útero que literalmente ele estava me arregaçando, ele abria minha bunda e me fazia meter com força e chupava meus seios, dava na minha cara, começou enfiar o dedo no meu cuzinho e eu nunca tinha dado antes, e brincar enquanto eu sentava, me deitou veio por cima de mim e meteu feito um louco, arreganhando minhas pernas, me virou de ladinho e começou a me masturbar me deixando louca e falou;

- vou comer esse rabinho gostoso, apertadinho que delicia puta, o corno vai pegar arrombado agora.

Eu em meio ao tesao que estava sentindo disse que não, ele falou;

- não posso deixar vc sair daqui morena sem antes eu comer esse cuzinho, relaxa.

Senti meu dedinho e esfregando meu grelo, percebeu que eu ia gozar e caiu de boca, sentindo meu gozo escorrer, me colocou de lado, e forçou o pau na entrada do meu cuzinho, uma mistura de dor intensa e prazer, eu segurei a dor a vontade de chorar e deixei aquele homem me fuder o cuzinho quando ele quizesse. Ele mete me abraçou e falou;

- agora ja foi vc é minha puta, porque o meu pau está no seu cuzinho

E gemia falando;

- puta que pariu que delicia de rabo esse, apertadinha, vagabunda, vou encher ele de porra sua safada, vai para casa fudida e com o rabo arrombando

E meteu sem dó que delicia, até encher de porra, e pensei

“como pode um homem que eu não dei nada me proporcionar tanto prazer”.

Ficamos ali exaustos, abraçados ele extremamente carinhoso, me beijou, me acariciou, foi maravilhoso. Perguntou se eu tinha me arrependido, eu disse que não, que nos últimos dias ele tinha sido minha maior foda.

Nessa hora ele começou a ficar com o pau duro de novo ele levantou pegou um gelzinho passou no meu cuzinho e falou;

- vem cá de quatro minha puta que quero ver meu pau entrar e sair desse cuzinho.

Virei de quatro e ele meteu gostoso no meu rabo me arrombando, sentia ele me rasgar, é um tesão absurdo ser enrabada por ele, algo que eu nem poderia imaginar, ele gozou novamente tirando feito um louco, me chamando de puta e que eu iria arrombada, arregaçada é que ele sabia que eu iria voltar.

Depois dele me foder gostoso, eu tomei um banho, depois de vestir minha roupa trocamos alguns beijos e fui embora. Pensando naquela loucura, ainda cheia de tesão, parei o carro e liguei para outra pessoa que estava conversando também, e me encontrei com ele, fomos para um motel e eu meti muito com ele também, esse tinha um pau menor eu não sofri tanto para dar meu cuzinho arrombado, que tarde maravilhosa de prazer.

Depois disso não parei mais, me descobri uma Safada..

Enviado ao Te Contos por Liliane

[mazikeenhyde]

Oh Baby... Pain is Pleasure - Part 4.5

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER) 

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name 

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

Rollies/Roly  – a hand rolled cigarette (I’m not sure if the slang is the same in other places/ that’s what we call it in England lol ) 

WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION/ IMAGINE STORY- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART! - 

SMUT,  GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING, SMOKING/ CIGARETTES 

(PART 5 IS ON THE WAY, BUT ITS LONG, SO HERES 4.5) 

taglist - @babybatlover

Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Part 4.5  

The night had arrived stretching across the sky, the last of the sunrays had been burnt away and drowned in the light of the moon. The stars glistened over the hilltops stretching out for miles with only a handful of grey clouds holding out on their last legs. 

The midnight hour struck the hallway clock, the soft bells chimed; echoing through the empty kitchen before the house fell back silent. A gentle breeze rustled through the glass screen door, the blinds swaying ever so slightly in their wake. 

Glow bugs, fireflies, crickets and cicadas joined in unison to sing the symphonies of nature as I sat toying with my feet amongst the grass in the swing chair of that great oak tree. Embraced in the lap of my gentle giant who, reaching into his pocket pulled out a small metal tin, scuffed and battered on the edges you could still see the remnants of the WWF logo embellished on the top. Ever a man for collections and memorabilia, Damian was never one to be rid of his childhood loves. 

Pulling his arm out from around my waist to recapture the use of both of his hands he cracked open the tin and revealed three perfectly rolled up cigarettes and a well worn lighter. Looking back at me he smirked and let out a gentle huff. 

“What? You think I didn’t know?” He smiled and rolled his eyes, placing one of the rollies in between his lips and sparking the lighter up before holding it out to me. 

How the smoke danced in the shadows cast by the moon, like a mischievous temptress begging for someone to give in to her sinful ways. Who was I do deny her such pleasure. I reached out and took the rollie before taking a long hard drag of that subtle and sweet smokey hit. Leaning back into the swing chair I exhaled, the light smoke cloud escaped my pursed lips and raced into the sky, as if on a mission to join their cloud friends above. 

Damian laughed gently as he closed the tin and returned it to his pocket, stretching his arm over me and back around my shoulders to hold me close. 

“You may think that you hide it well… and you do, from the others anyway. But I’ve seen you more than once sneak away to indulge in a cheeky smoke or two when you are stressed, Mariposa” Damian’s voice was low and soft as ever, my sweet gentle giant. The man that could dominate me in a thousand ways whilst protecting me in a thousand more. I couldn’t help but stare at his face as I took another drag, his beauty was truly out of this world, every feature that marked his body was as flawless as… well him. 

“However… Y/N” He questioned, leaning forward, refusing to break eye contact with me as he; himself took a drag from the cigarette between my fingers before leaning back into the chair, exhaling out the smoke I was so quick to try and inhale back in. Just a taste of that man was enough to have me on my knees begging for mercy. 

“You know we don’t hide secrets in this relationship. Not between you, or me. Not Rhea, or Finn or Dom. Honestidad y confianza mi amor. So why are you talking to Liv Morgan? And what’s with you and the Wyatts? I told you before Mi Vida, you don’t mess with all that. They aren’t necessarily bad people, but their world … eso es como magia oscura. You can’t trust them” Hie eyes fell deep into my soul, and I didn’t know what to do. I hated lying to them all, but the truth wasn’t going to set me free, it was going to break the world apart and I would lose them all forever. 

Leaning in to take another hit of my one true guilty pleasure I pondered in my mind how I would escape this situation. How do you not tell the truth but not lie to someone at the same time.  Distract them? 

“I’ve always loved the night you know; it’s always been so peaceful. Non-judgmental and full of new beginnings. You can lay down and go to sleep knowing the morning offers you a fresh start. A chance to do it differently…” I looked up to Damian as his facial expression remained unchanged. 

“Sometimes, those skeletons in our closet are best left to collect dust Priest, please” I looked up to him with those puppy dog eyes in the hopes he would accept my plea deal. 

Instead, he sat up with his strong muscular figure pulling me into his lap as he wrapped his arms tight around my waist. Taking a fistful of my hair he exposed my soft pale skin to the moonlight before running his teeth along my neckline. The goosebumps danced across my skin, every hair standing on edge as the pleasure in that moment flooded straight to my core. The mini pajama shorts I was wearing dampened by my persistent need to have this man spread my legs apart and tear into every last piece of me. His vocal undertone grew dark as he growled into my ear, agitated or conflicted the man was on a mission. 

“Usually, when you are being a brat” He spat through gritted teeth, “I’d fuck you right where you sit until you tell me what I want to hear” Taking a long inhale of my scent he ran his large hands down my back and into my mini shorts, realizing I wasn’t wearing any panties his grip tightened and that feeling sent my inner sex demon wild. I dropped the remainder of the cigarette to the floor, and it landed at the base of the chair, its hot red embers from the burning tobacco were quickly singed out by the dew soddened grass below our feet. 

Hoisting me further up into his lap Damian ran a hand across my hips and down the front of my shorts, his cold hands had me gasp for breath as his knuckles brushed across my bare clit.

 It really was a joy living up and away from your nosey neighbor’s.

Taking a heavy deep breath my head fell back as for the first time in weeks I was indulging in that sexual deprived need to have one of them touch me, fuck me, ruin me for all I care. 

Damian’s breath was hot and staggered against my neck as he bought up his left leg slightly to raise my body into the air, slipping his hand fully in between my legs he ran his two fingers between my wet folds and my stomach became a whirlwind of knots, drowning in every last millisecond of the moment. His pace wasn’t slow, but it certainly wasn’t fast paced either. As if he was teasing me, tempting my inner demons to expose every secret I had buried from them in exchange for sexual pleasures and favors in turn. 

“fuck priest” I hummed under breathy tones, my head leaning down onto his shoulder as his finger pace quickened, slipping his index finger inside me he began to pump harder, drawing out every last drop from my pussy to run down my inner thighs. 

Like a vicious animal in heat Damian’s demeanor had changed in a flash, gone out the window was this ‘No distractions’ bullshit as he pulled his hand form my shorts and stood up, holding me tight to his chest with one arm wrapped around me. Turning himself, he almost threw me at a roughened pace up against the old oak tree, with one hand behind my head to brace the impact; my legs instinctively fell from his waist in the hope of fining ground but were quickly scooped back up and around his waist as he leant back into my face, embracing me in a deep lustful kiss. Our tongue’s danced in the moon kissed light as his hands explored all over my body, breasts to hips, to thighs and back to my neck. Never fully satisfied with where they ended up. He paused to catch his breath for a moment leaning his forehead down to mine; 

“Shit y/n…” he panted, one hand now leaning against the tree for support and the other taking my right arm and guiding my palms to his crotch. The bulge was truly a magnificent display of manhood. Its bold thick appearance left me with an unsatiable appetite to feel it at the back of my throat. 

“You see what you do to me Mariposa… even you have me breaking the rules now” His voice was harsh, as if he was conflicted on where to go from here. 

I swallowed my fear as I looked deep into his eyes, surely this man loved me enough to forgive the secrets of my past. But I wasn’t about to expose myself tonight if I could help it, instead releasing my grip I crouched down to a deep squat before falling to my knees, to now be at the perfect height if I do say so myself. 

Pulling at the drawstring of his black sweatpants I lowered the waist band slightly and drew out his hard cock, licking my lips I glanced up for approval from my lord and savior whose eyes burned deep into me as his hands gripped the tree for stability, he nodded, breath now low and focused. 

I wasn’t about to miss my chance. 

From the base to the tip, I ran my tounge fully up his masterpiece before taking it in its full form to the back of my throat. As if my dreams had become a reality, all those weeks of begging, wishing, praying and hoping. Finally with Finn Fucking Balor asleep in bed, I now had Damian’s dick touching the back of my tonsils and I was loving every moment of it. I felt my gag reflex kick in as I bobbed up and down along his cock, its sweet and salty taste ever insatiable and addictive. My eyes watered as I craved more of him, I could hear his voice above me, mumbling in pleasure and whispering my name in hushed tones. We both knew full well that if any of the others woke up, we would have some explaining to do. 

Damian’s hand moved to the back of my head taking a fist full of my hair as he quickened my pace, the feeling inside him growing ever stronger with an overwhelming need not to let this feeling disappear. 

“Shit… shit… oh fuck… y/n I’m” Damian’s voice choked out each word, but instead of letting him try and finish his sentence I dug my fingernails deep into his thighs signaling to him, that he best not fucking stop. I wanted to taste that man’s orgasm, I wanted to feel it run down the back of my throat as I swallowed every last drop of him. 

And I did. 

Damian’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink, his mouth a gape and his braids half sprawled down his back as his grip to my hair tightened with every pump that released that delectable cum shot. A drop had escaped and began falling down my chin as I leaned back onto my heels and running a finger across, I was fast to lick the remainder off. 

Damian pulled his tracksuit bottoms back up, one hand still leaning on the tree as he lent down over me, panting heavily. His eyes didn’t break contact with mine, he didn’t blink or move as I rose back up to my feet. 

He snaked his hand around my waist and lent down to place a soft subtle kiss on my forehead.

“Gracias Mi amor’ Damian smiled before placing another kiss to my lips. 

He ran his hand up my back and took a tight grip to my neck, pulling out my phone from his pocket along with the metal WWF tin. He smirked before pushing me back to the swing chair and forcing me to take a seat as he stood in front, his frame towering over head. 

“Nice try Muñeca…” He smirked as he lit another cigarette and held it out to me, sparking up his own and taking a soft drag. 

“Distractions done... Now talk.” He held my phone up from his pocket so I could see it in full view. 

“Wyatts first? Or Liv Morgan? You pick.” He tossed the phone into my lap. 

“Unless you want me to wake Finn up? Let him know what’s been going on?” Damian winked at me. 

I gritted my teeth before taking my first drag and pulled one leg up into the chair towards my chest, taking a deep breath. 

Guess it was now or never. 

“I’m not the person you think I am…” I said. 

TBC 

[lawrites]

Drunk Confessions with Plus Size Female Reader and Bane! Basically...Bane shows up at your door unexpectedly, drunk, and he causes problems, but also is very welcome to cause problems. This is more of a general Bane than a specific version :)

This fic is part of a Valentine's Day exchange for @finniestoncrane

Thanks to @riddle-me-ri for beta reading <3

CW: NSFW, body insecurities, slightly dubious consent (nothing happens outright, but Bane is drunk), and translated Spanish (I speak very little, unfortunately).

You hear the raucous laughter booming down the hallway before you can even leave your kitchen. Wiping your hands on a towel, you walk to the entryway of your apartment, trying to discern if you are truly hearing what you are hearing. Unfortunately, your suspicions are correct, as you hear a very loud knock on your door followed by a familiar voice.

“¡Mi corazón! Let me in! I need to see your glorious face smiling at me!”

You hurriedly swing the door open to keep him from knocking AGAIN, leaving Eduardo with his hand raised. His face morphs into one of confusion as soon as you open the door, looking from his hand to the empty space, before spotting you.

He grins so wide you are honestly worried about his cheeks. “¡Mi vida! ¡Creo que te amo!”

And then he lunges forward, trying to grab at you in an uncoordinated way that you manage to dodge easily…not something you usually accomplish given his athletic ability.

“Hello to you, too, Eduardo, please come in.” You say in a slightly sarcastic, lower tone. “Which is a normal way to greet someone! Get in before you wake up the entire building!” While your whisper-yell was still louder than you would have liked, it was a hell of a lot better than his booming voice.

Your cheeks are flaming from embarrassment already. You can practically feel the heat emanating from them when your neighbor, a nice old lady named Florence, peeks her head out the door. Giving her a sheepish look back, you try to escort the hulking figure into your apartment quickly.

Bane, for all his usual skills, seems to have lost the ability to pick up on subtleties or notice your haste to get him through the door, as he just looks down, stops in his tracks, and exclaims, “¡Tu rubor es como rosas! Beautiful, darling, gor-”

Eduardo finally notices that you are actively pushing on him, (getting nowhere, of course), and chuckles. His face morphs into what he must think is a smirk in his drunken state, “Ah, if you would like me in your room, all you have to do is ask, osita.”

You whisper-yell from behind him, pushing with all your might on his wide, muscled back, “I’m asking! Just get in the apartment!!”

He moves suddenly, making you trip over your own feet with the force of your momentum and causing you to stumble. A strong hand stops you, and you look up to see Bane staring back. His other hand reaches out to gently turn your chin upwards so you face him better. “Linda.”

You are unsure what exactly that, or anything else he has said, translates to in Spanish, but the gentle tone he said it with does nothing to quell your blush. What you do know is you probably have 5 seconds until Florence sees if you need any help. You move his hand away from your chin, quickly turn to wave goodnight and mouth “sorry!” to Florence, and then shut the door behind you.

Sliding your locks into place, you turn around and cross your arms under your chest, showing him your disapproval. You notice his eyes are looking down, near your hips, and he seems to be in another world.

You clear your throat, and Bane jumps a bit, your voice bringing him back to the moment. “Ah, forgive me, mi amor. I was…somewhere else.”

He sways on the spot, his eyes taking on a joy-filled shine. “I was out drinking and needed to see you, mi corazón.”

It's your turn to screw up your face in confusion, both at his confession and at his words. “Eduardo, you know I don't speak Spanish…what do these phrases mean?”

Bane gasps, like the fact that you don't speak Spanish is a revelation to him. Or perhaps he was not aware that he was even switching to Spanish due to his slowed mind. Earnestly, he moves closer to you and takes your hands, “Forgive me! No wonder you are so cross with me. You do not understand what I am saying!”

Ok, the fact that he spoke those words like he was speaking to a child, loudly and slowly, did not help with your annoyance. “Bane, I'm annoyed because you showed up, made my nice neighbor Florence wake up, and-”

He cuts you off, “Don't call me Bane, mi amor. I like it when you call me Eduardo. I like hearing it from your pretty lips.” His eyes are not subtle as they glance to your mouth, staying there for a few seconds before looking back up.

The way he manages to switch between being a complete drunken buffoon to an unrepentant flirt is breaking your mind. He has never acted like this around you before.

You realize that he is still holding your hands and gently pull yours away while he pouts at the loss of your touch. “Eduardo, then.”

You try to make up for leaving his hold by smiling gently at him. He looks back at you like he's looking at the Sun. Ignoring his staring, which he seems to be doing a lot tonight, you continue,“I'm not mad, I'm just worried I'm going to get a noise complaint.”

He chuckles and playfully rolls his eyes, “Oh, no need to worry. I will kill your landlord before he tries to do anything.” You gasp, about to berate him, but he continues on, undeterred. “I would kill your landlord for no reason, if you told me to.”

That's…kind of sweet? But for some reason, his train of thought seems to always lead back to you tonight. “Eduardo, please, why did you come here?” You pause, trying to figure it out yourself. What do you usually do with him?

“Do you just want to wind down and watch a movie while I make us some snacks?” That does seem to be your usual routine, so maybe his mind, in its drunken haze, sought some comfort.

He shakes his head, looking like he's contemplating something. “Oh, mi amor, that sounds incredible. You are so sweet to me. But no…that isn't why I came here.”

Frustrated with himself now, the alcohol slowing his usually quick mind, he sighs, “But I won't say no to being with you, now, osita.”

He collapses onto your couch with less grace than usual, and you get out his usual blanket. Your hands gently cover him up with it and tuck him in. You hear him giggling and then muttering to himself, something that sounds like: “sweet…bear…so good…mine.”

Shaking yourself mentally, you move to make some popcorn, but a strong hand stops you by wrapping around your arm. It digs into the soft flesh while you sigh and roll your eyes.

“Eduardo, I can't make us snacks if you don't let me go. I'll be right back, I promise!”

But instead of releasing you, Bane uses his impressive strength to pull you to him, positioning you so you are on his lap. You blush, trying to get off of him and worried he will feel your dips and rolls, but he just sighs and digs his hands into your hips to keep you still. You look down, not meeting his eyes, feeling embarrassed for being so heated too quickly and for the weight he must feel from you.

His strong arms maneuver you until you are resting against his chest, like you weigh nothing. Your blush only gets bigger as you sink into the softness of his pecs and tummy.

“You're staying right here.”

You admittedly do not want to leave your current position, it's comfy and has been a part of your dreams for the past year. You try to argue, anyway, but your voice does come out slightly muffled thanks to Bane’s impressive chest. “B-but I don't want to h-hurt or crush you or-”

Bane cuts you off with a sharp laugh. “Ha! You think you can hurt me?” He laughs again, reaching a hand down to rest against your soft side. “I don't think anyone could do that. And I know how to handle a gorgeous body like yours anyway."

You can't help the whine that leaves you at that statement, but the noise also brings you back to reality. You're sitting on your best friend's lap…you quickly try to maneuver away from his chest and cover your mouth.

“Eduardo, I'm so sorry! I-” you do your best to clamber off of his lap, but his strong arms keep you in place once again.

“My Darling…” his voice plies at you while his head leans down to whisper into your neck. “...do not worry. I did not mind. In fact, I loved it. I need to hear more.” His lips make contact with the junction between your neck and shoulders, and he chuckles at your soft squeak.

Confused, a bit turned on, and now overwhelmed, you hold out your hands, “Wait, Bane, stop!”

His hands immediately release you, eyes shining with worry. “Mi amor, I am…I am so sorry. We will stop whenever you need. I did not mean to pressure you.”

Your mind is in pieces from being given so many confusing and conflicting inputs in one night. Previous experience is telling you that there is no way he is actually wanting to sleep with you, but Eduardo’s sweet words contradict it.

He must be…desperate, that's it. He must need to sleep it off. Maybe you can talk in the morning and put all of this behind you.

For now, you sigh and try to hold back your tears. “It's…it's fine, Bane. I just…I think you should sleep this off and we can talk in the morning.”

You walk away to get some pillows and a blanket for him, hugging yourself for some comfort. He insistently begins to speak again from behind you, “But, darling, I lo-”

You cut him off before he can finish, swinging around to look in his direction, but not directly at him, “Don't, don't. You're drunk and you won't even remember this. I don't want you saying something you'll regret just to scratch an itch.”

Eduardo thankfully settles back against the couch at those words, perhaps finally feeling the alcohol weighing down his body…but he's muttering to himself, again, the whole time you set up his bed on the couch around him. “Itch…scratch an…itch?? That can't be…no…no…surely not…do not believe…”

After tucking him in once more, he seems to doze off almost instantly, which is a relief. You set a big bottle of water and some medicine next to him, just to make sure he'll be ok in the morning. After that ordeal, you make your way to your own bed, collapsing on it and feeling immediately tired, yourself.

—---------------------------

You wake up confused, looking down to see you are in your own bed. Blearily, you stumble out and run a hand through your slightly tangled hair while yawning. A clink sounds from your kitchen, and you freeze, the memories from last night flooding your mind.

“Bane?” You call out, your voice scratchy.

“Ah! You are awake, my love. Please, come in. I have made you coffee.”

Rubbing your eyes, you enter your living room to see Eduardo holding two of your mugs, steam emanating out of them.

You shiver, cold in the morning, and Bane sets them near the couch, rushes to get you a blanket, and wraps you up in it. “Please, sit. Drink.”

You shuffle over and settle onto a cushion. “How did you manage no hangover?”

His sits next to you, at a respectable distance. “My body is in peak physical form.” He grins, partly arrogant and partly teasing. “But I also had a wonderful nurse who knew exactly what I needed.”

You try to casually bring up what happened last night after taking a sip from your mug, wanting to get it out of the way quickly. “It was nothing, Bane. I'm…glad I was able to keep you from doing what you would probably regret. Let's just…move on, okay?” Your eyes are glued to your lap during your speech.

You hear the couch squeak, followed by heavy footsteps moving towards you. A large finger settles itself under your chin, forcing you to look up. Oh. He looks serious, more serious than he had all last night. “Do you think that Bane would do anything without purpose?”

You shake your head, “Well, no, but you were drunk and that-”

He cuts you off with a snarl, “You think Bane would lower himself to take care of his urges, scratch an itch, with just anyone?”

You flinch, as if his words physically attacked you, and brace yourself.

“I do not want to sleep with anyone I don't think is worthy. And I do not offer myself lightly.” His tone is scathing.

You shake your head a bit, tearing up at his tone, now. “I understand, which is why I stopped you! I was hoping you wouldn't be offended by my reactions last night or-”

His lips meet yours and he moans, his hands holding your shoulders, digging into the soft flesh. He takes over your mouth, dominating, as he does in all things. With a groan, he separates from you. “My silly, frustrating osita,” his hand weaves itself into your hair gently as he sighs and shakes his head in disbelief. “I did not want to sleep with just anyone. I wanted to sleep with you because I love you.”

You pause. Ok…he isn't drunk, now. He knows what he is saying. Maybe…he's just feeling bad that he said things last night? “A-are you sure? Really? Me?”

Bane chuckles, sitting down on the couch once more and picking you up easily. He sets you on his lap, straddling him and hugging you against his chest. “Do you think that I would spend my time watching these inane shows or walking around this wretched city unless I enjoyed the company I was keeping?”

You sniffle, the remnants of your previous emotions still present. “I-I guess not.”

His hand is under your chin again, “Look at my eyes, gorgeous. That's it. Good.” You blush and he smiles. “If you don't want this, say so, right now.”

You hesitate. “I just woke up, though. I'm sure my hair is a mess and I-”

Bane rolls his hips up against yours, and you feel him against you, hard. With a sigh, he leans down and nuzzles against your neck. “You are so gorgeous like this, though, mi amor. You've seen me at my worst, during my withdrawals, and you think that your pretty, wild hair and your…” he actually breathes in at the junction of your neck, groaning, “...your natural, addictive scent would scare me off?”

His hands begin to wander, one of them finding your hip and digging his hand in, the other moving to your front and tracing your soft tummy. “I'm in love with every part of you, osita.”

You bully your scattered mind into being able to form words. Especially after that, you need to say this before he goes further, “I-I love you too, Eduardo.” He gasps, and he squeezes just a bit harder, grinding up into you and making you whine. “God, I think I've loved you since you let me comfort you when you were crying.”

It's your turn to cup his face, as he stopped his trail down to your breasts and pulled back, almost embarrassed. “You let yourself be vulnerable, showed me the worst parts of yourself…and you think I couldn't love that?”

You move one hand to rub at his bare head, bringing him closer to you for a kiss, while the other traces the veins running down his bicep. You moan together when your center hits his, separating again. Breathing hard, your foreheads touching, you continue, “I love every part of you, too.”

With that, he picks you up suddenly. His hands position you so you are straddling his waist as he walks, quickly, to your bed.

He gently lays you down, muttering “preciosa” in the process. Then, he growls, actually growls, with a smirk on his face and a wink, as he crawls over your body. He stops to nuzzle at your plush belly, moaning, and then continues until his hips are slotted against yours.

You feel his lips against yours, insistent, and he tries to speak around them, “Darling…tell me…you're ready…because…I am…dios mio…I'm…”

He pulls back to look at you, a sheepish grin on his face. “I'm embarrassingly close, getting to finally feel you like this.” His hand reaches behind you to fondle your ass, and he drops his head against your shoulder, sighing. “I'm in heaven.”

You nod, quickly, knowing how wet you've been from basically the moment you saw him this morning. “I've been ready since you pulled me to your lap. Please, please, Eduardo.”

He leans back, fumbling around until he releases himself and has your panties pulled down. You struggle with his mouth attached to your neck, but you manage to kick them off and say, “Done,” in a breathy voice.

Bane takes one large finger and rubs it against your center, checking to make sure. You whimper and he groans, “So wet…all for me?”

You nod, giggling, out of breath, “Almost all the time. It's embarrassing, really.” His eyes meet yours and you both laugh, but then he lines up his cock with your entrance and your laughs turn into moans.

“O-osita, can I?” He's trembling once he bottoms out, holding himself back. You nod, pulling his head against your chest. “P-please, Eduardo.”

And he sets a punishing phase, pulling all the way out before slamming into you. You wail, scratching your nails into his broad, muscled back. He pounds into you, his impressive strength forcing him to hold you back so you don't hit the headboard with his thrusts.

He starts to suck at your breasts, which he's freed from your shirt. Between bites, he tries to speak, “God, I know…fuck…it's soon…but...mmmm…tell me you're close…mi amor.”

You nod, unable to even form any words other than the first that enters your mind “Bane…Bane!”

He brings one hand down to your center, desperately but expertly circling your clit. “Please, darling, say my name.”

You struggle, but eventually your mouth forms “Eduardo!” around your moans. It makes him let out a sound like he's been punched, and he empties into you, groaning out obscenities sprinkled with his sweet names for you. The feeling of him filling you up forces your orgasm to hit you suddenly, making you spasm and wail out his name again.

With both of you breathing heavily, Bane collapses to your side and pulls you to him, running his large hand up and down your soft side. “My beautiful she-bear. Mine.” He mutters against your hair.

You giggle, and he pulls back to look at you, “Is that what osita means?” He nods, grinning at you. “Well I guess this means I should learn Spanish officially, huh?”

Bane chuckles and hugs you closer to him, “I'll teach you, mi amor, my love.” His thigh slots between yours, kissing you gently, “My darling she-bear.”

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Ok so I obviously do not speak Spanish that well...if anyone has any critiques please do let me know. 💙💙 I hope you enjoyed it :)

[polisena-art]

Olá,desenhista incrível!

Eu não quero parecer rude ou gross,mas, só uma perguntinha,como você imagina ou três caballeros como gênero oposto?(No caso, como meninas,tipo nome e aparência e tals)

Responda quando quiser e puder <3!

CARA!! Outro dia mesmo eu tava pensando e conversando com outra pessoa sobre genderbend dos Caballeros 😭Olha eu fiz um desenho rapidinho porque fica mais fácil mostrar do que descrever.

Eu fiz elas bem femininas mas eu imagino que principalmente Donald e José se vestiriam de formas consideradas mais masculinas também. Por exemplo, um modelo alternativo pro Donald incluiriam calças, talvez no estilo Swing. Pro Panchito um traje charro completo mas versão feminina e pro José o terno completo de malandro e o cabelo curto. Em questão de nomes eu iria com Donna, Panchita (Francisca) e Maria José, porque eu acho que Maria transmite melhor o quão comum José é como nome e as piadinhas tipo "José/Maria ninguém" não se perdem. Outros fatores que são puramente gosto pessoal incluem:

Eu gosto de nomes compostos,

Maria Navalha é comum pra descrever mulheres malandras,

Ela continua tendo José no nome e pode ter apelidos tipo Zézinha e Marizé.

✨Ko-fi✨

[luceracastro]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bayona believes his shy niece just needs to be surrounded by people close to her age, so he allows her to come along for the filming of his next big movie and one of his actors become taken with the young girl

Warnings: this fic will have warnings as the chapters go, this is an age gap relationship

You were always quiet, shy, and not really put out there since you were consumed with the fear of being humiliated, being shy was what mostly stopped you from common life experiences.

It was why your mom was pushing you at the moment to travel with your uncle, “Amor sería algo bueno para ti, estarías con gente cerca a tu edad” she said and you shook you head “no mami, la verdad no me convence” you sighed

Ever since this whole shy thing got into you, you had gained a handful of activities such as art, whether it was painting or sketching, reading, baking, even needle work which you took the time to learn just to distract you from the real world

You were a college student and focused on school as well so it wasn’t a huge problem when school work and class filled your schedule, “como sabes que no vas a disfrutar esto?” She asked and you gave her a look “mami, yo no conozco a nadie de ahí como voy a nomas llegar?” You asked

She chuckled “amor te juro que esto sería algo muy bueno para ti” she promised and you sighed “bueno bueno nomas una semana y regreso” you said with a slight warning edge in your tone “si corazón si! Deja llamo a tu tío!” You mom had a skip in her step as she went to grab her phone

You knitted your brows in confusion and turned back to the cookies you were baking, there you realized maybe she was right.

You were seated on the plane with your eyes glued to your book and AirPods in your ears, a tactic to keep anyone from speaking to you, you were making way to Spain where filming would take place

Now you were stuck in the airport waiting for your uncle to come and get you, you sat inside of the airports coffee shop drinking a latte and listening to music, you now kinda felt homesick, missed your mom and home

Hands on your shoulders startled you but you calmed down once you saw your uncle standing behind you with a delighted smile on his face, you paused your music and stood up “Tío” you smiled giving him a hug “hola amor como estas?”

“Bien, y tu?” You asked “muy bien, pero vamos amor porque quiero que conoces a todos!” He sounded quite excited for you to meet them, way more excited than you that’s for sure.

He had gotten you both down to where the entire casts was staying, their home for a few months, the hotel was huge and it was also a bit intimidating, how many people stayed here? How long? Would you have to interact with any of them?

Your uncle has someone take care of bringing your bags up but in the meanwhile he led you up the elevator, down the hall and looking at the many numbers of the various doors until you both reached the right one “aquí” he sighed satisfied and scanned the keycard before swinging open the door

“Esto sería tu hogar por unos meses” you cringed a bit at that, you knew you would go home in a week, “esta bien tío,” he nodded “bueno vamos a que conoces a los actores” you gave a protesting look and he chuckled a humorous smile on his lips “vamos” he said with a slight demanding edge in his voice and you sighed following after him

“Este es el lobby privado donde pueden estar juntos y convivir” he showed you a private lobby which was filled with many people, you froze up but tried to keep calm “Chicos!” His voice caught the attention of everyone then their eyes landed on you

“Ven, quiero que conozcan a una persona muy importante” they all walked over and stood in front of you and your uncle “Ella es T/n, mi sobrina y ella nos va a acompañar en esta rodaje” he said and they all smiled at you which you returned to not be rude

“Y espero que todos se comporten bien con ella” he warned almost making you want to run back to your room, it wasn’t their job to take care of you “Si como no” a certain tall guy was the first to answer “Ah perfecto, Mira el es Enzo” he came forward and your breath caught in your throat “Hola” his voice was sweet and not very intimidating “Hola” you let out a small sigh of relief

“Bueno los dejo” you uncle was quick to leave and you looked back to see them all coming towards you “Hola, me llamo Fran” his hand extended towards you and you took it, he looked nice, like the sun in a way, very sunshine like “me llamo Juani, como era que te llamabas?” You forced yourself to speak “T/n”

He nodded “bonito nombre” you smiled shyly “gracias” you were slightly overwhelmed but tried to stay calm, plus they all seemed nice enough, after they all introduced themselves to you, you thought you could sneak off but a hand grabbed yours, you turned to see Alfonsina

“Ven siéntate con nosotros,” you could not say no to the kind girl “bueno, si esta bien” she led you to sit on a couch right in between her and Enzo, “entonces donde creciste?” Alfonsina asked and you looked at her “Barcelona, España Barcelona” you answered and she nodded “y tu?” You managed to ask “Montevideo” she answered and you nodded “escuche que Uruguay es muy lindo” you said and she nodded

“Lo es” you nodded “y tu estudias?” You did actually “Si,” she smiled “Que bueno, y que es lo que estudias?” She asked “estudio biología” she nodded “Que bueno, y vas en persona o lo estas haciendo en línea?” At the time you were doing it online especially since you were here and not where your college was

“Por ahora hago en línea” she nodded “y que te gusta hacer en tu tiempo libre?” She then asked “bueno me gusta hacer arte como pintar, dibujar y también me gusta leer y escuchar música” you felt like she was doing all the talking “y a ti, que te gusta hacer?” You asked “bueno me la paso en el teatro pero también me agrada leer, estar en la música o salir con amigas”

You and Alfonsina passed time just talking and you began to let loose and open up to her, she was really nice and sweet, she was patient and understanding of why you even took a while to start engaging into the conversation

You finally were able to get back to your hotel room and you were proud to have actually been able to hold a conversation with someone, a knock on your door did slightly startle you, walking over and opening it you didn’t expect to find Enzo standing there

“Hola linda” he smiled, you stood like a deer caught in the headlights “Hola” you saw your phone in his hands “lo dejaste en el lobby” he handed it to you and you nodded a small smile on your lips “gracias, de verdad” he nodded “Nada que agradecer linda, vas a desayunar con nosotros mañana verdad?” He asked and your confused face gave away that you had no idea what he was talking about

“En el Lobby nos sirven la comidas y me gustaría si tú nos acompañarás para el desayuno” he said and you nodded, it was all you could do “Si, si como no” you chuckled and he did the same nodding “bueno linda buenas noches, descansa bien” you nodded “tu también, buenas noches

He walked down the hall and you closed the door, you looked down at your almost dead phone and sighed. “Oye la sobrina de Bayona está hermosa” Simón said and Enzo looked over at him “si esta hermosa, pero con respecto es la sobrina” he nudged Simon making Matias and Pipe chuckle

“Oye pero porque crees que ella vino al rodaje?” Pipe asked and Alfonsina sighed “se ve un poco tímida y penosa, pero es muy linda a lo mejor tiene que ver con eso” she shrugged “bueno a lo mejor”

“Le dije que debe de desayunar con nosotros mañana” Enzo said “Buen idea” Matías agreed. They all retreaded to their rooms after their smoke break.

A/n: So not a lot in this chapter but more will come I promise my loves! Also I hope you all enjoy this part and likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated but not required my babies just as long as you enjoy the read, and let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Taglist: @creative-heart @espinasrubi @castawaycherry @madame-fear @luv4fati

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

Tortugas Ninja

-Miguel Ángel la tortuga ninja versión 2003 / es argentino pq yo lo digo (m identifico mucho con él es irreal) (also hizo una canción en español)

-April O'Neil de Rise of the TMNT es brasilera. ME CANSE DE QUE LOS GRINGOS TENGAN TODAS LAS TORTUGAS DENME A ALGUIEN. PONDRIA A CASEY PERO CREO QUE APRIL ES MAS "REALISTA"

-Leonardo Hamato (si, la tortuga ninja) ESPECÍFICAMENTE de la serie de 2012 mi evidencia es que se llama leo como messi y es la tortuga azul boludo obviamente es argentino es LA TORTUGA AZUL aparte ese insano tiene banda de cuchillos escondidos eso es re argentino a mi parecer, aparte es gay (delusion mia) y tiene psicosis (sorprendentemente canon, alucina a su viejo muerto a veces) aparte tiene 15 y mide 1.54 lol esta chiquito

-Michelangelo the ninja turtle. (any iteration tbh) SPECIFICALLY THE 2012 ONE THO. HE IS PERUVIAN. HE JUST IS

-Miguel Ángel, de las tortugas ninjas 2012. Ese pana es peruano.

-Las tortugas Ninja pero la nueva pelicula Mutant Mayhem pq hacen referencias a shakira y pura pendejada y media, tambien usan frases mexicanas te amo tanto toblaje de las tortugas ninja, tambien le dicen rafita a rafa MWAH

-Las tortugas ninja, son Japoneses y tambien son Latinos. Acaso necesito decir más???

-Las tortugas ninja. Porque si probaran la pizza de acá en comparación con la de NYC emigrarían de inmediato

-Casey Jones. Ya fue. Cual? El que parezca mas latino(EhemehemARGENTOehem), busquen en sus corazones... el de 2012 ya es mexicano asi que no cuenta pero necesito mas personajes de tmnt latinos

-Yo digo las tortugas ninja, que aunque yo preferiría que sean los 4 porque son gemelos/hermanos. Ya que la gente dicen específicamente a Miguel Ángel yo digo Leonardo porque si, y también porque en la nueva película "Caos Mutante" el actor de voz de el en el doblaje original, tiene raíces Mexicanas.

-eu también pongamos a raphael la tortuga ninja (serie 2003 y 2012) / es argento (<- proyectando). m da risa mi headcanon d q si se enoja t lanza 90 insultos como el meme ese "escuchame una cosa hijo d remil-" (no sé cómo era pero le habían hecho mod d friday night funkin AJDHIAAJAJ)

Karamatsu Matsuno de la serie Osomatsu-san porque tiene el swing, las pelotas y el carisma para ser latino honorario profesor de rumba. ¿Han visto algunos de sus trajes oficiales? ¿Su flow? Si lo llevamos a un Carnaval de Río le cambiamos la vida

MATSUNO KARAMATSU just trust me su futuro está siendo un gogo boy en una fiesta de orgullo (Krmts ícono bi tqm)

Karamatsu Karamatsuuuuuu porque lo quiero rescatar de su destino NINI de mierda y hacerlo mi sugar baby. Que me limpie la piscina de plástico no más, bbsote ♥️♥️♥️

Wn el Karamatsu!!! Está tan rico acá lo adoptamos los gringos son demasiado tikis mikis ayy ñiñiñi "es que es cringe🥺" DÉBILES no lo aprecian 😤😤😤

KARAMATSU. ES UN NINI CON VIBRA SABROSONA, ESA ACTITUD LA APRECIARÍAMOS AQUÍ

Karamatsu. Oime a ver: - NINI que se dedica a tocar la guitarra y cantar desde el techo de su casa de forma autodidacta y empírica. El que no tenga un primo que canta canciones de Maná en las reuniones que alce la mano. - Era actor en el colegio y a veces es ✨Dramátiko✨ de forma telenovelezca, les juro que todo su repertorio se lo aprendió a Soraya y a los wachos machos de Pasión de Gavilanes - tiene alma de Horse Girl. Lo mismo ^^^. - Cejas latinas LPM - tiene un Alter Ego que se llama Summer Kamen (BUSQUENLO) y si eso solo no basta para nacionalizarlo en Brasil o algún país caribeño pos entonces el sistema nos ha fallado🧐

[feyhunter78]

Among the Sun Ch 6

Description: You must find a way out of the palace, but can you truly escape Miguel? Ch 7

Your head is heavy, full of waterlogged cotton, and your eyelids fight against you as you try to open them. A door swings shut, the heavy clunk of a lock, and panic surges through you. You cannot die here; you will not die here.

You don’t understand how or why, but each time Miguel has bid you to sleep, weaving that horrid spell that robs you of consciousness, it has worn off quicker and quicker than the time before. You’ve become skilled at feigning sleep, and tonight is no different from the night before.

Summoning your strength, you start by wriggling your fingers, then you curl your hand, from there you free your arms, your legs, and finally your eyelids admit defeat, allowing you to force them open. A candlelit room fills your vision, you are alone. The room is beautiful, and peaceful, your possessions stored properly or laid out where you can reach them once you find the strength to stand, or once Miguel decides to allow you to remain awake.

You push yourself off the bed, legs wobbling, but soon you find your balance and begin to search the room, running your hands over the walls. Every well-built castle is designed with an escape tunnel, you merely have to find it.

You’re running your hand along the frame of an ornate painting when you feel the gold inlay give. You press harder and harder until you hear a soft click. Then you’re through, tumbling into a darkened hallway, clad only in a nightshift, your feet bare.

Following the sound of muffled voices, you begin to make your way through the tunnel. Slits in the stone reveal small slivers of light, you pass the kitchen, the wine cellar, the apothecary’s receiving room, and then you smell it—fresh air, and the scent of flowers. The exit requires you to crawl up and out of a busted open trapdoor overgrown with strands of ivy. Dirt stains your clothing, leaves collect in your hair, and you sigh in relief when you emerge into an empty garden, the palace walls within sight, the sound of guards at the gate reaching your ears.

“Thank the gods.” You whisper into the open air, breathing in the intoxicating feeling of being almost free.

Clouds drift over the moon, casting the world into shadow, and you wrap your arms around yourself. Where would you go now? You are in a strange land, with no friends, no family, and the people of Nueva York worship Miguel, you fear few would turn against him to aid you.

You scream when a strong hand grabs you, pulling you until your back is pressing against the tree, the rough bark scraping your skin.

Miguel stands before you, the light of the moon a halo around his form, but his face is drenched in shadow only his eyes, glowing strangely in the dark, are fully visible.

“Yo—Your Grace, I—this is not what it appears to be.” You stutter, frantically searching your mind for an excuse to give him.

“Is that so?” Miguel asks, one huge hand encircling your wrists, binding your hands together with a simple hold.

“I woke up and was frightened, I was looking for you.” You swallow hard, unable to meet Miguel’s eyes.

“And you believed I would be here, in the gardens closet to the main gate?”

This was the main gate? What an absolute fool you were, of course you got caught.

Miguel pushes your arms up and over your head, pressing them against the tree, then he releases them.

You try to bring them down, but they hold fast. Brief memories of your torrid dreams flash through your mind, a sliver of heat running through you before your common sense banishes it.

Miguel raises an eyebrow. “I have heard you speak before; will you not do it now?”

“I do not know where the gates are, I do not even know where we are.”

Miguel trails a clawed finger down the curve of your cheek, dipping his head until his lips were all but pressed against your ear. “¿Quieres que te persiga como un perro, solo para que niegues que estás tratando de escapar? Qué cruel.” Trsl: You would have me chase you like a dog, only for you to deny that you are trying to escape? How cruel.

“I—I do not understand.” You tell him, both frightened and aroused by the change in his voice, it’s lower, fuller, and sends a shiver down your spine.

“¿Cómo pudiste ser tan cruel? Mi vida, ¿deseas que yo también sea cruel? No quiero lastimarte.”  Trsl: How could you be so cruel? My life, do you wish for me to be cruel as well? I do not want to hurt you.

“Please, Miguel, I did not mean to make you angry.” You promise, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

Miguel’s expression shifts, softens, and he cups your face, his hands gentle now. “No, no, I was merely worried, cariño, it’s dangerous out at night. I did not mean to scare you.”

His expression shifts once more, his eyes flitting down to your lips.

“Dangerous?” You ask, your heart banging like a war drum in your chest.

He hums in response, trailing his fingers down your side, ever so slowly.

Your breath hitches. “Dangerous how?”

“There are bad men that roam the streets' querida, I try to stop them, but there will always be evil that slips through my fingers, I am only one man.”

“But you are the great conqueror?” You say, your face warming, as his hands drift lower and lower.

“I am but one man.” He repeats, bunching his hands in your nightshift. “I cannot guarantee that there will be no foolish men who try their luck within my empire.”

“I am not so much a fool to believe such words.” You say softly. “I have heard tales of the consequences for disobeying, smelled smoke upon the air, seen great pillars of flame born of neighboring cities.”

He smiles, fangs exposed ever so slightly. “A desperate man does not fear consequences. And to look upon you and not grow desperate is an impossible feat.”

“I can assure you I have never driven a man to desperation.” You tell him, your stomach churning with a mix of arousal, flattery, and fear.

“Perhaps you were simply not aware? I cannot imagine the noblemen of your court did not feel a sense of desperation upon the sight of your every move.” Miguel muses, beginning that slow drag of his fingertips up and down your sides once more.

“I am their princess, they looked upon me with respect.” You argue, brow furrowing in anger.

“You do not think they wished to bed you? To slide their cock between your folds and take their pleasures? To have their princess sink to her knees and wrap her perfect lips around them?”

Miguel’s heated tone makes you shiver, but you raise your chin in defiance, truly unsure of where this confidence has come from as you stand before the very man who ravaged the continent. “They would be fools to think I would ever kneel before them, for any purpose.”

Miguel hums in satisfaction, his eyes burning into yours as he cups your cheek, resting his thumb on the center of your lips. “Only a fool would waste his time in such a way. Do you wish to know what I would do, if I were a desperate nobleman in your court?”

You feel as if you should say no, but your curiosity wins out. “Something vile?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, his thumb stroking the soft flesh of your bottom lip. “No, I would fall to my knees before you and feast, until the whole of the kingdom could hear you begging for me. Then I would ravish you upon that pretty balcony of yours so that all others could see how well I pleasure you, how you belong to me and I to you.”

You’re taken aback, his words sending lewd images to your mind, ones you know will torment you as you sleep.

“But I am not such a man, and we no longer reside within your kingdom.” Miguel says, stepping away from you.

The heat he radiates has disappeared, leaving you shivering in the cool night air.

He takes your hands, gently pulling them from the tree before pressing his lips to the sore skin. “My apologies, the hour grows late, and the air will grow far chiller. Come, I will ask the servants to draw you a bath.”

You follow after him, head spinning as you attempt to piece together the events of the night, of the way Miguel seemed to shift in his emotions so quickly. You risk a look back at the garden’s exit with a sinking feeling that this will be the last time you’ll ever be allowed near it again.

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