#hispanic men

[newyorkthegoldenage]

East Side, 1955.

Photo: Robert Frank via MoMA

[blainexantheus]

[frauliaowo]

I need this hot man in me RN!!!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Drawing hot Hispanic men for Hispanic heritage month 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[artofsanctity]

I'm just coasting.

[blainexantheus]

[artofsanctity]

Don't look at me like that, papi.

[kittysl4t]

Miguel O'Hara x Hispanic reader

Fem civilian reader

Thinking of miguel being all tough and 'manly' but when he's near you, he gets all shy and nervous. 😔💗

+18 | Sub¡Dom relationship | voyeurism | vibrator | miguel being a cutey | Male Orgasm | Humiliation kink | Praise kink | nsfw

(English is not my first language)

Gif not mine

Miguel is a man that has a really good reputation, serious, manly, tough giant hero that whoever dares to cross his path with a slight different option to his, is done.

People close to his job environment were kinda scare of him, but tried not to make it to obvious, in case he gets more furious about it.

That scary, angry expression of his was immediately gone once he sees you, smiling at him, his gaze changes to a more relaxed one. He was finally home.

You didn't get up from the sofa and just lift your finger, you can see his face light up and rapidly goes towards you, getting on his knees immediately, kissing your hand.

'¿Que tal estás, amor?' (How are you, love?) You asked, pleased by the quickly submission of your giant boyfriend.

You rub his cheek cutely, and touch his soft wavy hair 'Bien, estaba un poco estresado por el trabajo, but contigo a mi lado im much better' (Good, i was a little stressed 'cause work, but w you by my side im much better).

Miguel never considered himself a submissive men. All the other relationships he has been in before, were pretty normal, but with you he is a different men, he feels like he only exists to please you, not only sexually, of course.

You want something? He give it to you no matter what, no matter the money, the time. You want to fuck him in the middle of his work?, You have it.

No complaints, no 'buts' , no 'i can't' .

You love going outside w him, watch him begin all tough and demanding to the people around him.

So funny seeing him squirm and change his expression when you set the vibrator to the max, you can't help but laugh at him when he gives those pleading eyes.

Poor thing, he knows you won't stop, you're gonna make him cum in front of his employees. :(

He gets all flustered, but he never changes his grumpy face.

'i have to go for a moment i'll be right back' you see how he quickly runs to the restroom. You grab your phone, and immediately send him a message '¿Quien te dio permiso a irte? Brat' (Who gave permission to go? Brat)

'Please, mommy, not infront of them'

'salte, miguel' (get out, Miguel)

And as the good boy he is, he obeys.

A couple of minutes of your teasing is all it takes for him to cum in front of everyone.

Surprisingly no one noticed were their scary boss weird behavior comes from and they tried to ignored it.

'Good boy' you whisper closer to his now very warm face

He looks at you flustered, proud and surprised of his good behaviour and acting skills.

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Love y'all, if there's any bad grammar please let me know 😭. (Requests are open)

[fandomfloozy]

Oh, I'm pretty boy?

pairing: katsuki bakugo x sick!reader

c/w: fluff, early relationship, petnames (katsuki calls reader babe, reader evidently calls katsuki pretty lol), sprinkles of hispanic!reader/spanish-speaking!reader, gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

~°•*~

You've been sick the last few days.

You're on the tail-end of recovery now, thank god, but for most of the week you've been bed-ridden, and snotty, and sweaty, and hot, and cold. It's been miserable, if you're being honest. With the light at the end of the tunnel in view, you're glad the worst of it is over.

There has been one upside to being sickly, though--one aspect that makes you wish you could be sick just one more day: Ever since you fell ill, since the moment he'd heard you were taking leave off work to rest at home for a bit, you've been under the thorough care of your very own, self-appointed nurse, Katsuki.

There's this saying: "You'll never truly know someone well enough until you've seen them struggle financially, grieve a lost loved one, or witness them while they're sick."

Your relationship is new. Not early days, but still far too soon for him to be seeing you sick, for your liking.

But when he showed up at your door a couple days ago--masked up, worry-eyed, and holding all the essentials for treating a typical head cold--how could you refuse him?

And to be fair, he's been a rock. He's changed your compresses (water bowl kept at optimal temperature), given you medicine in intervals (timed and administered to the MINUTE), and even cooked you palatable meals (anything you could keep down, but namely the caldo recipe he got from your mom when he asked her what you ate when you're sick). He did everything short of rubbing Vick's vapo rub on you (not for lack of trying), all while keeping a level head and brushing aside your concerns over feeling like you're burdening him.

"You're my partner," he'd say matter-of-factly. "This is my job, ain't it?"

A rhetorical question. He said it as if it was an irrefutable truth, as if he hadn't even considered an alternative, as if the very thought of leaving you to fend off this cold by yourself was an affront to your relationship, scowl on his face and all.

His bedside manner needed work, but when he said those words to you... let's just say the flush rising up your face probably had nothing to do with the cold.

So, yeah. While you're happy to be feeling better, you can't help being a little disappointed that the doting will soon come to an end.

Which is why you now sit with your head resting in your hands, elbows on the kitchen bar, making the most of admiring a now unmasked Katsuki as he cooks your dinner on what will be the last of your "sick days."

You're unashamed in your ogling. You feel bold. It might be the relaxed atmosphere. It might be the way Katsuki let you wear his hoodie tonight... It might just be the cold medicine. You feel dozy, comfy, and so dopily content as you watch your boyfriend chop vegetables.

He does it with ease--so practiced that it's like he's on autopilot. His defenses are down, completely in his element.

"'Ya sure you want all this cooked in with your rice?" Now that you're feeling better, he's less inclined to hold his tongue about his thoughts on your childhood dishes.

You yawn and nod. "Mhm, it's the way my mami always makes it."

"Just sayin', I could make ya rice without all this extra stuff."

"It's a good thing you're not making rice, Katsuki." You pout dramatically for emphasis. "You're making sopita."

"Sopita," he repeats, shaking his head with a sideways grin. "Alright, babe. I've got you covered. Sopita coming right up."

You switch to resting your cheek in one hand, continuing to observe your boyfriend as he works. He looks so serene this way. With his smug little half smile, even his expression screams "relaxed"--very unlike his usual frown and furrowed brow.

You're not used to seeing him like this. Sure, you've seen him in a good mood, upbeat, excited, even downright elated, like on the day you agreed to go out with him.

Katsuki has always been an... expressive person, even when it doesn't grant him the most flattering of expressions.

Right now, though, while he's contented and caring for you in the comfort of your own home, his features are on display in such a way that you wonder if the cough syrup really is getting to you.

He looks almost...

Pretty...

"You're starin'."

You know you are. "Sorry," you laugh. "I was just thinking how it's a shame you have such a cara de fuchi most of the time, Kats. You're so pretty."

His head snaps toward you. "Fucking WHAT." The furrow is back in his brow. If you were paying proper attention, you'd notice the flush rising up his neck and the back of his ears, but your eyelids are feeling a bit heavy at this point.

You wave your free hand dismissively. "You know, cara de fuchi," you explain. You're sure you've used this phrase in front of him before. "Like you're a sour puss, you pull faces--"

"I'm not fucking pretty," he interrupts.

You open your eyes slightly to squint at him. "Pfft," you laugh. "Has no one ever told you that?"

"Hell, no." He turns back to the task at hand. Grumbling under his breath.

With his signature grimace making its return, the allure is gone; but now that you've seen it, you can't unsee it. He's beautiful. His eyes are a nice shape, and the crimson color of his irises is striking against his light complexion. The way his hair falls just above is strong browbone makes you want to push it back and rub at the scrunch between his brows. And you know he has soft lips, but on top of that, they're such a nice shade of pink. His jawline. His cheekbones. His chin.

It's a fundamental truth. Katsuki Bakugo is pretty.

You fold your arms on the island and press your cheek into the crook of your elbow. "I'm sure people would tell you more often if all the pretty wasn't covered up by your perpetual stank face."

Cue said stank face. He bumbles over his words in frustration for a second. "You're sick and loopy, stop bein' weird."

You giggle. "And you have a nice face when you're not acting chronically disgusted by the world."

He looks at you properly and you smile to yourself in pure delight and fondness.

"You're pretty when you're happy, Katsuki."

He deliberates over it for a moment, stank face semi relaxing. He's about to say something else when you cut into the silence with another yawn.

His gaze softens into an amused smirk as he reaches for your cheek and pinches softly. "Alright, alright. Don't fall asleep on me just yet, you gotta eat properly before goin' to bed."

You swat his hand away and rise to attention while rubbing your eyes. "Okay, okay. I'm up."

He smiles and goes back to cooking your half-prepared meal. "Ponte las pilas, or whatever the hell your mom says when you start lazin' around."

You huff at that. "I regret teaching you Spanish, you always pick up the worst phrases."

Katsuki barks out a laugh and you can't help the snort that follows as you giggle right along with him.

You two settle into the monotony of the last evening of your first of many sick days together. You're sure your boyfriend has had more than enough of witnessing you sick to satisfy stipulations. Suffice to say that he felt he knew you and your "sleepy freak tendencies" a bit better now.

There's definitely an addendum you'd make to that old saying, though: You'll never know how pretty someone is until you've seen them care for you while you're sick.

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gif via ara-kan (deactivated)

[watchinglee2]

Bodyguard - Jordan Torres x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, p in v unprotected, language, violence

Bodyguard

Word Count:

It was a Friday night and you and your boyfriend, Jordan are on a date night. After working so much you and Jordan decide to keep the spark alive in your relationship and take some time to spend some romantic time together.

The whole night left you in aw as he make it special for you. He bought you a new dress for you to wear at the dinner. It was a short Burgundy dress that hugged every inch of your curse and made you figure pop out like never before.

He compliments your outfit by wearing an all black button up shirt, pants and shoes. His short was hugging his biceps just like your dress was hugging you. You loved when he wore black because it made him 10 times more sexier than he already was.

This is where he surprises you with a bouquet of roses and a diamond neckless that makes you shine 10 times brighter than what you already did. You guys embarrass each other by kissing for a few minutes and then make y'all way out the door to the dinner.

Jordan takes you to a 5 star restaurant in LA called Redbird. Redbird blends historic charm with modern elegance. Housed in a former cathedral rectory, it features high ceilings, archways, and a retractable roof for open-air dining. The vibrant magenta banquettes, sleek bar, and intimate lounge create a stylish yet cozy atmosphere.

You guys eat and just enjoy the each other company. It's time like this where you enjoy being his girlfriend and just being able to just be loved. You and him decide to go to a local popular frozen yogurt place to get some yogurt.

Surprisingly the line was pretty long. You and Jordan were waiting in the line for 5 minutes until a man came up waiting behind you. You hear him mumble under his breath "damn that ass is fight". You looked the corner of your eye to see him looking at your behind.

Uncomfortable, you try to play it off as if you didn't hear anything and you just grab Jordan's arm and wrap yourself around it. The man doesn't stop there, he kept mumbling under his breath. "I'll fuck that bitch right now".

You look over at Jordan to see if he heard what the guy said but he is just looking at the menu. You stay quiet trying to avoid the man and his weird comments until he does the unthinkable.

He takes it upon himself to slap your ass hard and bite his lips. You turn around and gasp loudly. "WHY WOULD YOU SLAP MY ASS" you say loudly making sure everyone can hear. Everyone in the room turns their attention to you.

Instantly Jordan goes into protective mode. "Yo wassup bro" Jordan says as he rolls up his sleeves and balls up his fist. You see him and the unknown man get into a fighting stance. You tell Jordan it's not worth it but he doesn't listen and him and the man starts fighting.

As you watch the fight you are just praying Jordan doesn't get hurt but the way Jordan was beating up the guy made that feeling fade away. He was giving the guy hard face shot and knocking him back. It was so sexy seeing your man fight on the behalf of you.

Everyone watched and stared as Jordan beats the unknown man up. The man ends up running away and out the store before Jordan can send him one final knockout punch. Jordan immediately puts his attention back on you "are you ok?". You respond with yes and ask to just go home.

When y'all get home he goes to ice his hand in the kitchen and you follow him. He undoes this button up shirt to breathe a little and reveals his six pack and juicy pecs.

"Baby I just wanted to say thank you for defending me. I wanna say thank you the best way I know how to". You start to slowly undress yourself until your dress is on the floor and you in your black lace bra and black

Jordan turns his head to you and eyes you up and down and mouths out the words "fuck". Jordan takes a minute to admire your curvy body before dropping his ice pack on the counter and picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

Jordan kisses you as he lays you down in the bed. He stands in between your legs and takes off his shirt. He begins to rub your pussy through your lace panties. The friction of your panties rubbing on your folds drives you wild.

You let out soft moans and he rubs you. "You like that baby?" he says seductively. "Yes daddy. I love it so much" your voice causes Jordan to be more dominant and places his right hand on your throat as his left one rubs your flesh.

Jordan beings to get on his knees and spits at your entrance. You already knew what he was about to do and you couldn't wait. He begins to eat you out through your wetness. Your body moves up and down and side to side as it reacts to his tongue.

"Ay papi. Right there, eat that pussy" you say as you grip his head. "Whose pussy is this?" he says and he continue to munch on you. "it's yours papi" you say as a moan escapes your mouth. "Tell me again" Jordan smacks your left breast.

Your breast jiggles and you moan "It's your pussy daddy". You rub his head giving him motivation to keep going. He worships you and gives you words of affirmation while pleasuring you.

After a few minutes of him eating you, you push his head up from you and look him in the eyes and say "pull out your dick". Jordan cracks a smile and eagerly unbuckles his pants and pulls down his pants.

You get into doggy position and open your mouth as your face is in front of his dick. He pulls out his hard 6 inch member, the perfect size to slide in you and pleasure you with ease.

You open your mouth and swallow him. He lets out a moan as he throws his head back. You throw your head into circle as you slobber on his dick. Little bubbles start to form from his precum and your spit in your mouth.

"Eat that shit up" Jordan says as he pins your hair up in his hand and thrust into your mouth. Jordan tasted like vanilla and you could eat him up everyday. Jordan fucks your mouth for a few more minutes into he moves you to the balcony.

"Come on baby, let the world see that beautiful pussy" you were so horny for him that you didn't even care that it was public, you just wanted him now.

You make your way over to the balcony and Jordan man handles you and pushes you to the bannister. The way he pushed you sent tingles down your spine and automatically made your open your legs for him.

In an instant Jordan slides into your wetness. You throw your head down in pleasure where you see the city underneath you. Jordan grabs your titties with both of his hands and whispers in your ear.

"Imma fuck you in front of the city, Make everyone know that you're mine" he kisses you on your neck as he thrust into you. Over time your moans begin to increase and become louder to where your whole city can hear you.

Jordan is giving you backshots that sound like thunder. Jordan whispers in your ear that he's about to cum and you respond like a whinny baby and say "cum baby please".

He turns you around and you get on your knees and he cums on your breast and you rub it on your breast. Jordan gives you a kiss and you both say "I love you".

[blainexantheus]

[vonabel]

ykw im abt to say it

fuck boy sero hanta and hispanic/latino sero hanta often times go hand in hand together, which really is kind of just feeding into the modern stereotype that hispanic/latino men are cheating asshole scumbags

[relaxedstyles]

The left ... smh

[m00nbunny1]

LOOKING RIGHT NOW!!!! UH I MEAN HHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIII SEBASTIAN!!!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

I need this hot man in me RN!!!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Drawing hot Hispanic men for Hispanic heritage month 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[girlfailuresrants]

maybe I’m like a little abnormal when the days are sunny and my window is wide open and I’m home alone and I walk around in nothing but undies on. I think it’s the closest thing to romance. Sunny day, hot house, I’m mostly naked and alone and the windows are open. And I enjoy the thought of that hmmmmm maybe therapy isn’t a bad idea. Or maybe Im allowed to be a freak I dunno.

[remembertheplunge]

Ugly Betty says NO to Prop 8 (2008)

October 31, 2008

Jim bought a life size Obama (card board cut out)—it stands by our front door.

Neighbors in the last duplex across the street put up two “No on 8” signs and an Obama sign yesterday. 

The “Yes on 8” duplex across the street pointed their sign toward our house. Actually, they have two.   And they put up a McPalin sign after we put up the life sized Obama.

Ugly Betty, her Dad and sister did a “No on 8” ad last night during Ugly Betty, aimed at Latinos. 

It ran later, too.

Diane Feinstein also has a powerful ad “it will change the constitution. It (Prop. 8) equals discrimination.”

The Yes on 8s stole Troy’s  porch light.  They put in their porch light. 

End of entry

Notes: 1/4/2025

You can see that Project 25 was already brewing with the advent of Proposition 8 and its ban on gay marriage which passed in 2008. 2008 is not that long ago. Even though Proposition 8 was later overturned and the right for gays to marry has been made a part of the California Constitution as of November 5, 2024 passage of Proposition 3, there are lots of people out there like our across the street "Yes on 8" neighbor mentioned in the above 2008 entry. They want to force us back into the dark pre Stone Wall days. In other words , they want us silenced, back in the closet and locked in forever. We have to "point our signs" back at them and say, no, we are out, proud and we are not going back. Once you see, you cannot unsee!

[blainexantheus]