#muy bien !!1

[mockingbvrd]

🌹

@ksanouk — “¿Qué sueles escuchar, mh? Admito que no son mi estilo.” En realidad, todo lo contrario. Sin embargo, estima mucho el valor artístico que le imprimen los músicos a su día a día. Tallulah supone que esa es una de las pocas razones por las que no ha salido corriendo del recinto. “No puedo hablar de si son los mejores o no, pero digamos que preferiría estar escuchando algo menos. . . pasional.” Se excusa bajo diplomacia barata, una sonrisa en sus labios. “¿Mi invitarás?” Cuestiona, levantando sus cejas. “Sí, adelante. Me causan curiosidad.”

@mockingbvrd ' es algo nuevo para mí y muy diferente a lo que suelo escuchar. ' si les daba una oportunidad podrían terminar gustándole en algún futuro. ' pero tampoco es lo mejor ¿cierto? ' se refiere a como lo dijo. ' ¿y a ti te gustó la música? ' quería saber si era el único quejón del lugar. ' ¿quieres probarlo? ' estaba pensando si ir por el recomendado por contraria o si simplemente tomar el que no estaba tan mal, ambos también era una opción.

[moku-and-his-madness]

I HAVE BEEN MEANING TO POST THIS FOR MONTHS!!!!! nvr got around to taking the pictures

someone in my lunch break said they would "fuck" this, sooo i hope y'all enjoy!!!

[malkaviian]

me voy a tirar de un cuarto piso

[tsvbavsa]

☽ / @crisalizmo Se encuentra de pie tan sólo un paso más adelante de los miembros de su escuadrón, esos que habían logrado permanecer casi íntegros luego de aquella fallida expedición; un ramo de crisantemos blancos en sus manos, el vacío discurso de siempre del pastor para las ceremonias de camaradas fallecidos en cumplimiento de su deber y los sollozos de la madre. Era una escena memorizada, pero a la que jamás se acostumbraba ❝ Lamento su pérdida, señora, Demir fue un recluta ejemplar. . .❞ detiene sus palabras cuando la mujer le lanza el ramo de flores que había colocado en la tierra recién colocada sobre el ataúd en el que descansaban los restos de aquel que había estado bajo su cargo; los ojos de la mujer están inyectados en lágrimas e ira, los mismos culpandolo por la muerte de su hijo, aún si su boca permanecía cerrada. Da un paso hacia atrás, coloca el puño derecho contra su pecho en el ya conocido saludo de la legión como última muestra de respeto y se da la vuelta, alejándose. ❝ Llegaremos tarde. . . . ❞ dice sin detener sus pasos pasando al lado de su escuadrón ❝ ¿Se encuentran ya recuperados? ❞

[aricastmblr]

Jeon Jungkook

Primer Log 2013     -      Reciente Weverse Live 2023

[xangelaherrera]

Permite que de sus labios salga una pequeña risa al escuchar la broma ajena "Lo tendré en cuenta para una próxima vez, quizá hago como pajarito para que sea más dulce" Arruga un poco la nariz, siguiendo el juego contrario "Muchas gracias" Le dedica una sonrisa tomando las gasas y sintiendo cierto alivio pues ya faltaba menos por encontrar "De hecho sí... Me faltan analgésicos" Necesitaba dormir el dolor que sentía, al menos por un rato "Y de trasladarme" Mira su propia herida por un instante y luego vuelve al contrario "Creo que no es tan grave" Disminuye aquello con un ligero movimiento de su diestra "¿Tú estás bien? ¿Estás herido?" Le pregunta, buscando con la mirada algún daño visible "¿Necesitas que te ayude en algo?".

"la próxima puedes hacer como gatito o algo así, algo menos… fuerte" propone con un poco de deje bromista en su tono de voz aunque no hay mucho ánimo acompañando. sin añadir más alcanza no tres, pero cuatro gasas para entregárselas a contraria. "¿te hace falta algo más?" pregunta obviando el estado en que se encuentra. "¿trasladarte a otro lado, tal vez?"

[f-allen-angel]

Amigos nuevos

[dogpaw8]

Calando como colorear a Cove ;;;;;; Me encanto ese juego ahh Me di cuenta q cuando lo dibuje d memoria solo me acorde d su paleta de colores al atardecer y se veia muy saturado el color- segun en este si use bien la paleta pero idk- intento 1 jsjsjsj

[girlgenius1111]

one of your girls part 3

part 1 part 2 alexia x jenni x leila x reader. jenni takes her turn. smut 18+. part of the rush verse @vixwritesagain ... for context: Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here Read Part Four here Read Part Five here Read Part Six here Read Part Seven here Read Part Eight here

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Though her lips were kind on your shoulder blade, her victorious smile was anything but. Alexia spoke lowly, a quiet thing only aimed at you. “Since you like your girlfriend’s cock so much more, you can come on hers later.”

Another five seconds of listening to your whimpers, then Alexia stood up. She was quick to let go of your wrists and pull out entirely.

Twitching, you pressed your hands to the cold surface and found a little room to breathe through the sensation. 

Meanwhile, the room was quiet but for the buzz of the A/C. 

Jenni could tell how pleased Alexia was with herself when the midfielder turned around to face her. Rising from where she was comfortably reclined on the bed, the striker couldn’t help but smile. 

“Your turn.” Alexia grinned back, moving to take her girlfriend’s spot on the bed. Jenni grabbed the blonde’s hand before she could pass, running a finger over a scratch mark on Alexia’s abdomen that you didn’t remember leaving. Jenni’s eyes found Ale’s, and the younger woman couldn’t help the way she preened a bit under the proud gaze of her girlfriend. 

“Lo hiciste muy bien, amor.” Jenni murmured, taking a moment to gently grab a displaced strand of Alexia’s hair and tuck it behind her ear. The gesture was dripping with affection, but Alexia focused only on the smile on Jenni’s face; the smile that signified the brunette was very happy with her girlfriend at the moment. 

“I am not done.” Alexia whispered, the words just loud enough for you to hear. “Go fast. I want it to be my turn again.” 

Jenni threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet room. It felt like only a second later that the forward was resting a hand on your back, delighting in the small whimper you let out. 

“Jenni.” You groaned, allowing the older woman to pull you up and over, so that you were sitting on the desk facing her. 

“Hi.” She smiled, brushing some hair away from your face. 

“Your girlfriend is insane.” 

Jenni chuckled, stepping in between your legs and easing you closer to the edge of the desk. “And that is my fault?” 

“You know it is.” 

“Mm. I am not crazy, cari.” She argued, hands trailing up and down your sides in a soothing manner. 

“No?” 

Her lips caught your eye, so close to your own. As if reading your mind, her tongue ran across them, leaving a faint sheen behind. “No. Promise.” 

It was simultaneous, both of you moving in towards each other until your lips met. It was unusually soft, and while Jenni told herself it was just because you needed her to take it slow, the truth made itself known in the way you each melted into the other. Jenni’s arms around your back, your own linked behind her neck, you both pressing into each other until it was skin on skin. So close to each other that the momentarily forgotten strap brushed against your core. You whimpered, a pathetic sound that was just barely muffled by Jenni’s mouth on yours. 

“Sorry.” She mumbled against your lips. Her eyes cracked open to check on you, but you were already leaning forward again. You ignored the apology, chasing her lithe body as it pulled back and wrapping your legs around her midsection. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, and you gently unwound the hair tie until it gave way. The dark strands tumbled down around her shoulder, your fingers promptly weaving into them. 

The two of you kissed for a while, long past what was probably expected from the other two in the room. You didn’t feel like pulling away. Not when Jenni’s soft skin felt so comforting against yours. Not when it had been so long since you’d had her like this. It wasn’t the passion that had been missing from your encounters, it was the tranquillity that couldn’t exist when there was more than just the two of you. 

When you did break away, you didn’t go far. You kept your forehead pressed to hers. “Jen, I-” 

“I know.” She assured you. It wasn’t necessary to hear you say the words; she’d known a millisecond before you’d broken the kiss what you were going to ask for. One of her hands moved from where it cradled your back to slip in between the two of you, finding the strap that was pressed in between both of your bodies. “Do you need-?”

“Just need you.” You gasped, tucking your head into the crook of her neck as she nudged the tip against you. Jenni took care to shift your hips, angling herself in just right. 

“Dios mió,” She groaned, pushing in gradually until she was buried inside. The soft cry that tumbled from your lips was unlike any other sound you’d made so far. It was needy, and you were acutely aware of that fact as you bit down on the firm muscle of Jenni’s shoulder. 

Her hand stroked up your back to cradle your head against her. She let you breathe, pressing her lips to your temple softly. When you eventually pulled back, it was impossible not to get lost in her stare. “Lista?” 

“Yes.” You murmured back, leaning in to capture her lips once again. 

The first roll of her hips had you moaning into her mouth. You could feel the smile she tried to fight, but you couldn’t be irritated when her hands started to wander. Jenni began at the small of your back, tracing gentle patterns with her fingertips. She ran down your sides, stroking at your thighs where they curved around your hips but never dipping inside. 

She worked slowly, rocking into you with a fluidity which made it easy to get lost in the rhythm of her kisses and forget about how well she filled you. Everywhere she touched tingled. 

“Oh my god, Jen.” You breathed, reaching down to hold her waist. Underneath your fingers, you could feel the gentle shift of her muscle giving pass after pass. 

You ducked your head, pressing your lips to her neck, then her shoulder. It took a few seconds to find the spot which made her sigh, a little up from her collarbone, a little down from the sharp jut of her jaw. You licked first to be sure, then mouthed when her fingertips flexed on your thigh. 

She was quick to get you back, licking filthily into your mouth and chasing your kisses with her own until you whined. Only when you gasped at the pleasured shivers she sent up your spine did she pull back. Still, she was so close. Her hair tickled at your chest as she leaned into you. 

It was so quiet when you closed your eyes, just Jenni’s gentle grunts and the slick slide of her skin against yours. Your hands wandered, trailing along bare skin until you held her tenderly. The rock of her hips inside was steady enough for your own to tilt. With every pass, Jenni brushed against your clit. 

With nothing else to focus on, she filled every sense. The taste of her, how her hair smelled fresh from her shower, touching all the tiny marks on her skin you’d memorised so well you could trace them with your eyes closed. 

Her tongue dragged over your neck. You could feel her when you stretched back and let her have you however she wanted. Most satisfying, you relaxed into the sound of the muffled moans she’d breathe out intermittently. 

Jenni just knew where to touch and what to do. You could feel yourself smiling between her kisses, running on nothing but instinct and feeling. Chasing every roll of her hips with a touch of your own, coaxing her to feel as good as she did you. 

The tension she built caught you by surprise. It wasn’t a focus until she moaned herself and changed the pattern. Just a fraction harder, but still as fluid. 

“Fuck.” You breathed, loathe to break the tranquillity with anything too loud. 

Jenni nodded into your neck before one of her hands cradled your cheek. Her forehead pressed gently to yours. 

Your whole body shivered, making you cling to her. “I’m so…” You tried, but the feeling of her made it hard to think. 

The striker hummed before she leaned in to let your lips brush. 

You managed half a second before your own parted in a low moan. Jenni stayed close, shifting her hips just a little deeper now. Her own groan was caught in your mouth. 

Brain blank of anything but her, it went on and on. Over and over. Wet and panting, breathing in each other’s air until you weren’t sure if the high would ever end. 

All it took was a sharp snap. “Don’t let her come.”

Jenni jolted immediately at her girlfriend’s call. A moment of silence, then she was still. She had the decency to pull you close, letting you burrow your head in her neck while you whined needily. 

For a long time, the feeling of her cock inside and her skin pressed to your clit kept you right there. A few little rocks would have done it, but your limbs clung to her so tightly that moving even one of them would have been a challenge. You tried to focus on the whir of the A/C and the occasional shift of bedsheets over her shoulder to calm yourself, but the sounds just kept coming. There was arousal, yes, but also a hint of embarrassment at losing yourself so completely. 

Jenni tried to move first, shifting her torso with every intention of pulling out and creating space. 

At the first movement, you clamped your limbs around her, whining as she shifted inside.

Soothing hands were slow to stroke at your skin. When Jenni spoke, it was the quietest you’d ever heard her. A husky, mumbled thing just for you. “Be good. I want to see you come tonight.” 

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one more to go!! this part and the next part are tied for being my favorites so do with that what you will :)

[taylormarieee]

Fuck me like you want me MiggyMiguel O'Hara

Summary: Your desperate for Miguel after he gets out of the shower...

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Hispanic!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: PiV sex, Dirty talk, Needy reader, Dom!Miguel, Sub!Reader, Praise Kink, Degrading Kink, V-Line obsession, Breeding Kink, Begging, Orgasm Denial, Established Relationship

A/N: This is dedicated to my princess @ribbonprincess since technically today is her birthday so Happy birthday my love!

BIRTHDY FIC 1/3

You and Miguel were the best couple. Not only was he the famous Spider-Man but he was also a scientist.

You were a Bartender so you had to work nights. Not all the time Miguel liked it but he couldn't really complain because he always had emergency calls at the spider society during sex making him grumpy for the rest of the night.

Or people from his Firm needed him to solve an experiment for them. Either way you both were extremely busy but you always found time for each other nonetheless.

When you guys had dinner together it was always enjoyable leading to sex all night.

You two have a great relationship but Miguel could be a bit of a tease. And granted you did love it, it was stressful when you were pent up and he said no.

You were waiting for Miguel to get out of the shower, you were sitting on the toilet in the bathroom as the room fogged up and you reminisced in the heat.

The glass to the shower was blurry and fogged up so all you could see was his figure and his tanned skin.

"Miggy, please!?" You begged, "I need you. I'm so horny right now and you know what that means." You finalize with a hint so Miguel would get it.

It's clear you were ovulating and that explains why your extremely horny. So you hoped hinting to it would make Miguel relent his torture with the word no but-

"No Carino, Te amo querida pero no." He finalized his no and you pout.

(No Darling, I love you dear but no.)

"Pero Miguel, ¿pensé que me amabas? Realmente te necesito." You whine.

(But Miguel, I thought you loved me? I really need you.")

He shakes his head and steps out the shower. His towel hugging his slutty waist and nice toned body.

His toned abs flexing when he breathes and his chest heaving while he slowly breathes in and out.

You stare at him, mouth wide open as you admire your boyfriend. His body nice and wet from getting out the shower.

His hair slicked back from him running his large, long fingers through his silky soft hair.

"Damn Miguel, Te ves muy bien mojada. Hablando de estar mojado..." You smirk at him and he chuckles shaking his head.

(You look very good wet. Speaking of being wet…)

"Princesa, te amo pero no ahora".

(Princess, I love you but not right now.)

You pout your lips a little more and make your doe eyes bigger. He looks at you, sighs before shaking his head no and walking over to the sink.

You watch as he walks over to the sink, admiring his body. The way his abs flex, his slutty waist, his V-line, his happy trail and etc. Ugh you loved his arms as well.

The faint scratches left from a few nights ago on his back, the hickeys you left him this morning before he woke up.

He looked like a fucking god to you. His big muscles and broad back. The more you looked at him the more you set yourself up for failure.

"Miggy..."

"Princessa..." He warns giving you a stern look. You look at him with pouty lips and finally just walk out the bathroom.

"Fine. I guess I'll go ask Hobie if he's in the mood for some good hispanic pussy." You say as you walk towards the bed to grab your phone to call Hobie.

Miguel's eyes widen, Hobie was insufferable so he quickly went to you and snatched the phone out your hand before you could even press his name to call.

"Princessa... always so needy aye? Aye dios mio que voy a hacer contigo?" he says in a low seductive voice.

(Oh my god, what am I going to do with you?)

"What you can do is fuck the shit outta me no questions asked..." You say with your best puppy dog eyes. You were being extra clingy today, you blame the fact that your ovulating.

He picks you up and kisses you roughly. "Such a bad girl... you gonna be a good slut for me?" He asks as he throws you on the bed and begins ripping your clothes off.

You nod your head and whine at the feeling of the cool air brushing your pussy lips. Clit sore and throbbing as the feeling gets more intense by the second just looking at Miguel.

"I need words Mi amor, words." He says as his long fingers rub tight figure eights on your clit. You squirm and whine and mumble out an "Yes miggy! I'll be a good s-slut for you!"

He smirks and drops his towel his big fat juicy cock making it's lovely appearance. Your mouth instantly started watering at the sight. He ran his cock along your wet slick folds and you whimper at the friction.

In your mind you wanna just grind on him and force his cock to slide into your soaking entrance but you keep repeating in your mind 'Be a good girl, be a good girl' because you know how mean Miguel can get when your not a good girl.

You stay still and let him do his work while you watch him get his cock nice and wet with your arousal. "Miggy pleaseee, i-ive been good haven't I?" you ask, whining at how good his cock feels on your folds.

He chuckles darkly before inhaling sharply at the feeling of his leaking tip slip in your entrance. "Yea, you've been a good girl princess. I guess you can get this dick now." he replies pushing further into you.

You let out a whine at the stretch your pussy is making to accommodate Miguels fat cock. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a content sigh and close your eyes after finally getting what you've been begging for.

"Mierda my love, your so tight." he whispers against your ear, burying his face in your neck.

Your cunt clenches at Miguels voice and his words. You tap his shoulder as a sign to start moving and he begins to grind against you.

Slowly pulling his cock all the way out till the tip is only in and then plunging himself right back into your warm cunt.

"Oh fuck Miguel!" you cry out as he continues his relentless pace on your cunt. Your body feels like it's floating and you feel so euphoric with Miguel inside you.

his thrusts sending you into a state of pleasure, you don't even care if the neighbors complain about the headboard hitting the wall, all you cared about was Miguel and this moment, this moment that has been put off for so long.

Your hands embracing his large back and arms leaving more marks on his his god-like body. "Fuck beautiful, you feel so good, gonna cum in this pretty pussy yea?" he groans out.

"Wanna give you all my babies yea? Have all my kids, wanna see your belly nice and swole holding my child." He whispers in your ear, you moan out.

"Yes yes yes! I wanna have your babies Miggy, please!" you cry out as his pace surprisingly gets faster.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me." He praises. Your on the edge, and that praise it's self was enough to throw you over the edge but miguel feels how your tensing up.

He feels how your pussy is squeezing him so well. He pulls out before you could even touch the feeling of pleasurable heaven, before you could even relish and drown in the pool of pleaseure.

"Oh mi amor, you thought that you were gonna cum that easily? tsk tsk, no no mi amor, I need to cum in this pretty pussy first. Make sure all my cum stays in there nice, tight and warm." He says

You cry out at the feeling of being empty before your filled right back up to the brim with Miguels big fat cock.

After a couple more thrusts and dirty talk, Miguel is almost there. He's so close to cumming and giving you his babies.

He's never wanted anything so badly then to see you bare his child. To see you walk around with clothes that barely fit cause your stomachs always poking out.

To be able to feel the first kick of that baby growing in your stomach. Nothing has ever clouded and made his lust more powerful then fantasizing about you having his child inside you.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Gonna c-cum, fuck i'm gonna cum in this pussy muñeca." he groans

He thrusts 3 more times before he stills inside of you shooting his sperm inside you, the feeling of him painting your walls white carries you over the edge and you feel the wave of pleasure rush over your body as you shake and convulse from your mind-blowing orgasm.

"Fuck!" you cry out as you grip onto his shoulders to ground yourself. You close your eyes trying to catch your breath as Miguel begins to pull out.

He watches as some of him cum seeps out of your cunt. He uses his finger to push all of it back inside you.

He climbs up o your face and gives you a sweet kiss on your temple and a passionate kiss on your lips.

"Can't wait to have such a domestic life with you mama." he says with a smile on his face.

"I love you miggy"

"I love you more princessa."

Taglist:@oharaslover @willyoubemycherryy @cherryredstarsreblogs /@cherryredstars @versatilehater @dustbunniess / @evbunnie

[leah-lover]

Two hearts one timeline. Alexia putellas x reader.

Part 2. Part 1

When you woke up the only thing you could feel was the soreness between your legs. Your consciousness took a minute to come to you. You started to slowly become aware of your surroundings. The pillow beneath you didn't feel like yours. You were on your side and a set of arms were holding you. You were being spooned by someone. Alexia was spooning you. Your eyes popped open as you started to remember what happened last night. You confronted Alexia. She confessed that she had feelings for you and you two slept together. Your jaw dropped when the details came to you. She threw you on her bed. You two made out. She Ate you out, and fucked you with her strap multiple times. She was dominant, rough, and demanding, but she kept praising you and telling how good you were for her, she praised you into taking her big strap, and edged you. She didn't let you come easily, you had to beg her for it time and time again. You also remembered that you returned the favor to her. You went down on her and she grabbed your hair while doing so. You felt proud when you remembered that you made her feel so good.

You couldn't help but move when the events of last night were flooding your memory which woke Alexia.

“Buen día.” She whispered in your ears. You then smile and turn your back. “buen día.” You reply. “ Sorry I woke you.” You whisper still.

“cómo te sientes?” She asked.

“ Well I can't feel my legs. Other than that I feel fine.” You say jokingly which she chuckled as a response.

“you are gonna force me to speak English aren't you?”

“ We can speak both.” You respond.

You two lay there in the dark, comfortable in the silence and in each other's touch.

Suddenly, you felt her hand trace along your stomach and chest, her hand was gentle she almost doesn't touch your skin.

“ Why didn't you tell me earlier?” You ask.

“ I didn't want to take advantage of you. I wanted to protect you from pressure and what people would say.”

“ Capitana, people are my last thought. I would trade everything to stay here with you forever.”

“ Are you sure?” She asks with worry in her voice. As a response you turn around to face her. Your hand cups her cheek, and kiss her in a short and sweet way. “ Yes I am.” You say as soon as you pull out. She attaches her lips to yours again this time pulling your body closer to hers. You make out for a little while longer only for your alarm to interrupt your sweet moment. You pull out from the kiss and touch her nose with yours. You stay like that for a moment before pulling out hold to shut your alarm.

You two then get up. You shower while she prepares your coffee. Once you were in the shower you notice the dark spots all over your neck, chest, and thighs. You smile and make a mental note to cover them up once you are in your car.

“ Seems like you had fun with my neck last night.” You say to her when you get out of the shower. She smiles at you and says “ I can do whatever with what's mine. “

“ So my body is yours then.”

“ Your the one who said that while begging me to come last night.” She responds.

“ Let's not bring that up or else I would want a rematch.”

You two leave her apartment and head towards the practice facility.

Upon arriving you two didn't look at each other or talk to one other. You joined your usual group and spent the day separately.

“te ves diferente” said Claudia after you left the gym to go to the pitch.

“no dormí mucho.” You respond.

“no, no es eso. Apenas escondes una gran sonrisa. Qué paso anoche” added Jena.

“nada. Déjalo en paz.” You respond before you run to the pitch leaving your friends behind.

While you were training you kept feeling Alexia’s eyes burn through your skin. As a result you were more alert to your surroundings. You kept making good shots, never missing the back of the net. You aced all your drills and tried your best to impress Alexia.

“Lo hiciste muy bien hoy americana.” Said aitana after you were done training.

“Me siento muy feliz hoy, supongo que eso ayudó.” You respond to her loud enough for Alexia to hear.

You went through the rest of your day at the facility normally. You did some recovery, you showered, got ready and left for your car all while not saying a word to Alexia.

When you arrived at your car you found her waiting by it.

“ Let drive to my house.” She says as soon as you two are face to face.

“ No.” You respond.

“ What do you mean no. Did I do anything wrong?” She says nervously.

“ I am not going home with you again.”

“ por qué¿”

“ I am not a whore for you to sleep with whenever you want. If you want to sleep with me again you have to ask me out on a date, charm me with your presence, and convince me to go home with you.”

“ will you go on a date with me?,”

“ No. “ You say before getting in your car.

“ This won't be easy Capitana.” You say before driving away.

[malkaviian]

idk, pero desde hace algunos días tengo en mente a seba con tremendo lío mental por si decirle a fox o no sobre que ahora es padrastro

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

The Magnus Archives dudes

-Martin(cho) Blackwood de The Magnus Archives. Arranco como meme en el fandom latino de TMA que era argentino por su nombre, realmente no hay mucho en la serie que banque esto, pero sería cagar a los ingleses y eso siempre está bien. Igual luego el fandom se armó alto lore de que era de Argentina y cuando su padre lo abandonó su mamá lo obligó a emigrar a Inglaterra, es re mentiroso así que la rompería jugando al truco y en general tiene todas las vibras de argento fan de los pimpinela y las novelas turcas, de boquita y el mate con don satur.

-Martín Blackwood (The Magnus Archives) es argentino y emigró a inglaterra de chiquito y yo se que esto es real porque me lo dijo Ami (@hiherami) acá: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33681655/

-Jonathan "Jon" Sims de The Magnus Archives es el archivista. Recolecta ,inicialmente contra su voluntad, el trauma supernatural de la gente. Y es un mamón <3. Es mexicano namas pq sería divertido ( la verdad no tengo tanta justificación, a mi me gusta porque soy mexicano). En la temporada 4 lo tratan bien mal y su amorcito no lo pela, el señor es la gata bajo la lluvia, es Ana Gabriel con el cigarrillo, es bandera de Porter, es Selena con no me queda más. Pedí ayuda a amigues latines aqui su propaganda: -literalmente vive del chisme (la entidad que sirve se alimenta de experiencias supernaturales que le han pasado a otras personas) y los latinos somos chismosos -"Su tipo de cansancio sólo lo encontrás en gente que ha tenido que vivir las ocurrencias de la política latinoamericana" A, y Martín Blackwood(el novio) es Argentino.

-MARTIN BLACKWOOD de The Magnus Archives (podcast). Ele é um inglês daqueles que adoram chá, mas tem muito inglês na Argentina por conta das Malvinas e seria no mínimo sensacional que parte do chá que ele tome seja Mate Na Cuia™️. Além do mais não temos muita informação sobre seu pai, e "Martin" é um nome que funciona em espanhol e inglês. Grashias por el servicio de ti blooog

-Tim Stoker de The Magnus Archives. 1. El chabón más filo y letras del podcast, conozco como tres tipos como él 2. Canónicamente bisexual need I say more? (? 3. Razón meta pero como es bi la mitad del fandom se pone bien pelotuda y lo caracteriza con todos los estereotipos habidos y por haber, que también coinciden con estereotipos y malas caracterizaciones de personajes latinos en general (lo tratan de boludo, trolo, violento etc y es tipo gente escuchamos el mismo podcast? mátense) 4. Su backstory es básicamente que al hermano lo desaparecieron y el chabón se pasó años buscando a ver qué pasó con él, a pesar de saber que probablemente murió, lo cual siempre me pegó bastante como argentino 😔 (@mods si el último punto es muy heavy para este evento más en joda siéntanse libres de dejarlo afuera u_u pero ES una de mis razones) 5. Siempre es moralmente correcto hacer q un personaje ingles sea argentino 😤

Godot

-Godot Ace Attorney. A personalidade dele é tomar café. O cara é de são paulo certeza

-godot de ace attorney. literalmente se llama diego armando. i rest my case

-No sé si cuente xq si es canon implicitamente que es latino pero Diego Armando /Godot de ace attorney , los juegos no especifican su nacionalidad específica tho

-Diego Armando, de Ace Attorney. Porque qué es mas argentino que el que tus papas te pongan el nombre de Maradona ⚽️

-godot de ace attorney. literalmente se llama diego armando. i rest my case

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

🍰🤪 me miman

[weepingwillowwonder]

Horny Hazbin Hotel Thoughts: NSFW AHEAD [Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

This is Vox/Val's PART 2!!! (Here's part 1 if ya missed it <3)

Reactions to Shy!Reader asking to have sex/initiating sex

CW: Embarrassment/humiliation, Dry humping, Dirty talk, GN!Reader but wears a skirt & panties, Pet names. Oral Sex

Translations: 

Muy bien = Very good Sientete = Sit down Cariño = Sweetheart  Sigue adelante = Keep going Eso es todo = That’s it Pequeño perrito = Little Puppy Tan lindo = So cute

Your lip trembles as you finally answer, “I just wanted daddy that’s all!” you sob out, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down. Valentino hushes you, murmuring soft praises to you. “Muy bien baby..” He holds your cheek, which makes you lean into his touch, then glances up to Vox who’s watching intently, palming himself through his pants. “I understand now why you chose this one…” Valentino pulls you up into his lap and mischievously smirks, looking at Vox, “Since your little toy wants to play, you wouldn’t mind me having a turn would you?” Vox mimics his smile, “By all means…”

~~~

Valentino positions you to face him, pulling you to sit right over his thigh. The unexpected pressure of him between your legs makes you grunt softly, your body automatically shying away from the stimulation. As you lift yourself slightly from him, his fingers press into your hips to firmly pull you back down. 

“Sientete, baby, sit.” He murmurs, forcing you to relax against his thigh despite your sounds of protest. Unsure exactly where to put them, your hands settle on his chest and he gives you a soft hum in approval. “There you go cariño, relax for me~” his praise goes straight to your core and he chuckles as you wiggle slightly against his thigh with a soft gasp. You will yourself to stay still, despite the delicious ache that makes you want to shamelessly grind yourself against him. However, he seems to sense your hesitation and presses his thigh firmly between your legs in time with his hands that guide you to move against him.

“Ah, w-wait!” You whimper out as he effortlessly maneuvers you against his thigh, your forehead coming forward to rest on his chest to hide your embarrassment. You hear Valentino light a cigarette above you, but miss the way he heatedly looks down at your form, face hidden from view.

“Mm Voxy, as I was saying earlier…” He starts, easily picking up on their previous conversation regarding work. Other than seemingly disregarding you, he continues to guide you along his thigh, ignoring your soft pants and the way your thighs twitch and squeeze around his own. The two demons act almost as if you hadn’t spent more than the past few moments being humiliated by them. Almost. 

You can practically feel the heat of Vox’s gaze on you from your position, even with your back to him. He responds to Valentino’s inquiries, outwardly coming across as unaffected by the explicit display in front of him. While Vox would never put you in such a publicly accessible position, for any outsiders looking in, it would appear as if you were the only one affected by the current circumstances. 

The more you’re dragged along Valentino’s thigh, the more you feel your resolve slipping. The conversation happening around you seems further and further away as your mind hones in on the pleasure of your sensitive bits dragging along the lap beneath you. Slowly you begin to grind against him on your own, and instead of the pressure on your hips to continually move you forward, large hands come to settle on your ass. 

You feel a rush of cold air as your skirt is slowly dragged upward to expose your hardly covered ass. The heat rushes to your cheeks as you’re also made aware of the growing dampness in your panties, no doubt noticed by the other two as well. Your movements stutter slightly and Valentino quickly coos encouragement to get you to continue. 

“Sigue adelante,” He leans down to whisper in your ear, hands fully gripping your ass to pull you against him again. When you listen to his command, he praises you again, this time with a free hand sliding up your shirt along your side. “Eso es todo, baby…” His fingers skirt their way up your chest and easily find a pert nipple, brushing against it slightly as he gropes your chest.

Your reaction is immediate. Face emerging from its hiding place, you meet Valentino’s gaze with wide eyes and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. His fingers locate your nipple again and flick it slightly before rolling it between his fingers with more purpose. His eyes blaze with hunger as he watches you attempt to stifle your sounds with a bite of your bottom lip.

“Your little pet is so responsive Voxy~” He purrs matter of factly, reveling in how you squirm at his gentle touches. “Making such a mess humping my leg like a pequeño perrito.” You try to hide again at the sudden harshness in Valentino’s voice, but one of the hands on your ass quickly comes to grab your chin to prevent you from doing so. “Is that what you are, baby? Just a dumb little puppy?”

Your eyes search his eyes at the humiliating accusation. He didn’t want you to actually answer that question did he? The sudden sound of his palm making contact with your ass, accompanied by a stinging sensation, has you crying out with tears pricking at your eyes.

“It seems Val asked you a question, sweetheart.” Vox’s taunting voice breaks through your racing thoughts after a moment as Valentino roughly kneads the sensitive skin of your ass . When he pulls his hand back again, you catch the unforgiving expression on his face. 

“W-wait! Wait! I-,” you stutter out before he makes contact with your ass again. This time when you let out a pained cry, Valentino envelopes your lips to muffle the sound, a deep growl bubbling in his throat as you lean into his touch with a tight grip to his shirt. He presses his tongue past your lips and you let him, obediently opening your mouth to let him claim you how he wants to.

He coaxes you to kiss him back just as passionately, sliding his tongue against yours sensually. Distracted by the hands roaming your body and the lips molded against your own, you're surprised when you feel the slightest shifting below you and then the warmth of something pressing against your leg. 

Valentino pulls away from you with a seductive grin, and you automatically look down to see his exposed member laying against your thigh. Oh. The sight has you moaning before you can stop it and both demons laugh at your reaction. 

“Tan lindo~” Valentino coos before effortlessly lifting you up to turn you around. You immediately make eye contact with Vox who’s watching you intently with a mischievous grin. Trailing lower down his body, you see his pants unbuttoned and wide open with his cock exposed. A hand rapidly strokes along its length and the sight alone makes your mouth water. Your tongue peeks out to lick of your lips and the action doesn’t go unnoticed by the other, as his grin only grows bigger.

Valentino settles you back into his lap, only this time he moves your panties to the slide and slides his cock right between your legs. Finally feeling direct contact against your core has you keening over from overstimulation with a sharp gasp escaping your lips. An arm comes to wrap around your middle to keep you pressed against the chest behind you, and your head rolls back against Valentino’s shoulder. 

“Oh bien, stay juuuust like that…” He grunts out as he lifts you up slightly to fuck himself between your thighs. His breath is hot against your ear as you watch the slick tip of his cock slip back and forth between your thighs, each time dragging against your throbbing sex. Your legs press together to feel more of him and your hand timidly reaches down to touch him as fucks your thighs. He curses as you make contact with his smooth tip, your fingers quickly becoming slick with the mixture of his and your own essence. 

As your orgasm builds, your hand cups the tip of his member as it peeks out to and from your thighs and press it against yourself to feel more of him where you need him most. Your own hips roll back in time with his as you chase your own high, a frustrated whine leaving you from the build up of the previous stimulation. Your eyes find Vox’s again as he stands up from his seated position, panting out your name softly as he continues stroking himself while approaching you. 

“So close baby, need you…” Vox grunts out. Valentino’s grip loosens on you once Vox grows near and you move forward slightly with a gasp. 

The next few moments happen so quickly, you hardly have time to process the events that occur: A hand threads its way into your hair and you’re moved in the direction of Vox’s cock. Your mouth automatically welcomes him and you’re given almost no time to adjust as he immediately rocks himself against your face.

Your eyes flutter shut at the weight of him against your tongue, greedily sucking in each inch of him. When your eyes do open, you look up in hopes of finding him affectionately looking down at you, but instead you find him leaning over you to passionately kiss the demon behind you.

Tears fall down your face as your orgasm hits you suddenly, your hands reaching up to cling to Vox as you ride out the waves of pleasure. Your moans vibrating along him has Vox pulling away from Valentino with a curse to look down at you as his release quickly comes after.

He spills himself down your throat with a deep groan and pulls away slightly when you start to choke around him. Some of his release falls from the side of your lips as you try to reorient yourself. Still bouncing in the lap beneath you, Valentino continues to use you as a fleshlight for his pleasure. 

The only indication that he gives you of his own release is when your head is turned completely to the side so he can lick the rest of Vox’s cum from your lips and kiss you to taste more of him. Shortly thereafter, your thighs are coated in white as Valentino’s orgasm takes over him.

With a deep groan and a stutter of his hips, he shoves his tongue further down your throat as he milks himself dry between your legs . Dazed, you slump back against the body behind you, only to be pulled away after Vox pulls himself together.

“Heh, I’ll admit,” Valentino starts speaking before also tucking himself away, “I did not expect that from you, baby.” You cling to Vox on shaky legs and hide your face in his shoulder. The other only laughs.

“You know Voxy, we could always use new talent in the studio…” He propositions lowly as he ascends from the sitting area. You and Vox follow behind, his arm tightly wrapped around you as you make your way out of the club.

  “As tempting as it sounds my friend, I unfortunately I’m going to have to pass on your offer. This one is mine…”

[elbiotipo]

Esto no solamente es una cuestión de formas pero me revela muchísimo de como Milei quiere copiar a EEUU en todo lo que hace, de formas tan ridículas como esta: teniendo la palabra "prócer" que asociamos a la gente que construyó nuestro país, él, con su mentalidad colonizada, elige traducir (de manera horrible) "founding fathers" al castellano. Esto es porque Milei ve todo no desde la perspectiva argentina y latinoamericana sino desde la perspectiva estadounidense que abrazó fanáticamente, como todo lo que abraza.

Otras cosas que resuenan en su discurso fueron el "espíritu de frontera", algo bien conectado al "manifest destiny" en EEUU y que acá sí tuvo su expresión en la conquista del desierto, posiblemente el episodio más vergonzoso y genocida de la Argentina independiente. El mismo hecho de un discurso a las 21 PM, con la vicepresidenta y el presidente de la cámara de diputados atrás, tal cual como el "state of the union" en EEUU. Santiago Caputo mismo dijo que era intencional, porque a Milei le gusta toda esa "parafernalia" norteamericana.

Ah, y esto.

Vocación de colonia, sin duda.

Realmente no tengo la paciencia para seguir el discurso de mierda de este tipo, sobre todo cuando repite las mismas cosas todo el tiempo hasta el punto de aturdirte (CASTA, ABRAZAR LAS IDEAS DE LA LIBERTAD, MACABEOS LAS FUERZAS DEL CIELO). Pero además de esos tics propios, muchos son tan copiados de la política de EEUU que da miedo. Milei parece no hablar inglés muy bien, así que parece que cuando lo traduce "a máquina" le quedan esas cosas como "padres fundadores". Sería interesante traducir sus discursos al inglés y ver cuanto está directamente copiado de la derecha estadounidense... que sí, sería básicamente todo, porque los libertarios son un movimiento con origen norteamericano que creció acá, pero hay cosas que no son afinidades ideológicas sino que son copias 1:1, directas.