#my little pobrecita

[maze-of-my-design]

Sumi spread I drew on my sketchbook because she is the most important ever

...also extra encouragement I made for myself and myself alone

Ok 1) SUMI IN P3 AU I have a few ideas (not many) she uses a 1h sword like Makoto/minako, she deals with the death of her sister and her complicated feelings towards her (like in p5 but without maruki's interference) and she eventually accepts that her sister is gone and that she, as her own person, has to live on for her. She's also a first-year and she is constantly puzzled as to how all the second & third years keep gravitating towards her

2) Jerboa Sumi. She came to me in a vision and by God I tried to draw her well. I failed.

3) the smug Sumi in the bottom left is the first drawing I did!! Would she be like that? No? She deserves it idgaf

4) Yes the bottom right is the original sketch for the Sumi Queen post! It was more barren originally but I decided to clean it up and (kinda) color it. It looks Super grey in the pic but that's just the scanner it's got a bit more color to it lol

[watermelinoe]

at first i felt really guilty that the cat i picked out had all these expensive health problems and i was scared we'd find out she had internal problems as well but my dad adores this cat now lol. he can tell when i feel guilty abt money things so he's made a point several times to say how worth it it was to take in this cat and get her the surgery and treatments she needed

[spicychimera]

What is with picrew and having the ashiest skin tone options know to man

[fairlyang]

Miss me🕷️

w/c: 734

tags: 18+ smut. so horny for ur bf, voice kink, masturbating, light teasing, phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation

a/n: maybe a part 2 where its phone sex again but w mig initiating it.... maybe

imagine getting horny while on the phone with your bf miguel after not being able to see each other for a few weeks…

you couldn't help but get horny when just listening to his voice as he was talking about who knows what happened in the lab with whoever he was with. your brain couldn't even comprehend anything he was saying, just focus on how pretty his voice was.

you'd just let out little "uh huh"s and "right.." so he knew you were on the other end. meanwhile you bit your lip and let a hand fall between your thighs. 

you slid your hand under your shorts and immediately started to rub your clit as he rambled on. your eyes rolled back with the instant pleasure from your fingers, miguel still talking in your ear. "mhm then what happened?" you asked, already breathless. 

he continued on and you were in the clear so you kept going. 

his tone changed to frustration and it was just the motivation to move your fingers faster. you really couldn't help being hopelessly and utterly in love with everything about him, his voice especially. 

his voice was the only one that drove you madly insane and had the ability to have you how you were now, desperate and insatiable. his voice was not only good for giving you orgasms but amongst other things like helping you sleep. which was the whole point of this call, to help you sleep but your brain had other ideas.

you felt your wetness seep through the fabric of your panties and you slowly pulled them to the side, spreading your legs and just dipping a finger between your folds. immediately drenched. 

you only prayed he couldn't hear it but that was an impossible ask given how wet his voice makes you.

he stopped talking and it was just utter silence. 

you stopped for a second just to check if he hung up but noticing he didn't, you kept going slowly. somehow even that just felt loud so you went even slower. 

suddenly you hear him chuckle and you realize the jig was up.

"did you miss me that bad baby?" he murmured, making you whimper and just nod your head as if he were there.

"use your words my love." he purrs and you sink into your pillow.

you started rubbing your clit and let little moans leave your lips before you respond, "fuck yes I-I missed you so bad-" you whimpered again making him awe.

"my poor baby.. getting so needy just hearing me talk huh?" he coos softly earning himself more pretty moans from you.

"pobrecita.." he whispers and you felt your wetness drip down. (poor girl)

you closed your eyes and went faster not being capable of responding. meanwhile his breath was becoming heavy and you could hear wet noises from his end too. 

"también te extraño nena.. ni te lo imaginas." he moans out making you cry out. (i miss you too baby… you cant even imagine.)

you thrusted your hips up and went as fast as you could. you were already feeling close and you needed that release.

"doing so good for me nena.. don't fucking stop." he murmurs and the noises on his end become louder as well.

"need you so bad baby." you whimpered, making him groan.

"i know baby, i know. just a little while longer and you won't have to use your own fingers." he says and chuckles.

"need all of you. miss your mouth on me… your hands touching, groping me…" you murmur and grind your hips up desperately. 

"yeah baby? miss me kissing your neck while i squeeze your perfect fucking tits?" he murmurs then moans at the same time as you.

"y-yes- fuck-" you let out, subconsciously squeezing your legs together and feeling that coil in your stomach about to burst. 

"baby im gonna-" you start then stop, letting out a gasp as he moans into your ear, "good girl baby, cum for me.. just like that.." 

you cried out as your orgasm hit you hard and he groaned along with you, his own hitting him at the same time with his load landing on his stomach. your legs shook, your heart was racing, and you could barely hold the phone to your ear. he then started whispering sweet things in your ear and you finally ended up falling asleep.

part two

[cupcakeinat0r]

A Nerdy Middle-aged loser Miguel with a dad bod who teaches your genetics class

Head Canons!

Professor O’Hara was an intimidating man, to say the least. Despite his menacing exterior, he came highly recommended and sought after as a professor due to his ability to clearly get the material across. At times, it felt cutthroat, but he only meant well. He was just very passionate about his job and wanted everyone to learn.

You didn’t think he was scary at all. In fact, that first day of lecture, you new you were doomed. All you saw was a poor, misunderstood, teddy bear of a man. You thought it was so endearing how his glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose, or how he filled out his button ups and vests: equal parts of muscle and squish <3

n you totally stared at his huge butt and dick print oops what I didn’t say that what-

Professor O’Hara who’s scowl would melt away when you’d hurry into class, completely dismissing that fact that you were late. People who had him previously would be so confused that the Miguel O’Hara is stumbling on his own words during a lecture. Little did they know that it was because you, his very pretty and very eager student, was sitting front row and center. You’d fix your hair or apply lip gloss hoping you’d get his attention, and you succeeded.

Professor O’Hara thought you were so cute. He loved the way you dressed, the way you’d raise your hand and ask such good questions, the way you took notes, making them look equally as adorable as you. It didn’t help that you were a total ace in his class. Your brains n beauty were going straight to both of his heads……..

Professor O’Hara who although was naturally pretty distant and quiet with students, was trying very hard to be vocal with you, making sure to let you know when you were doing good. “Good job today, Mama.” “Thank you for being so involved in class today, mama, I appreciate it.” “Aye, Mama, make sure you get some sleep before the quiz tomorrow, mkay?” “Have a safe weekend, mama, and please, if you need anything, you have my email. It doesn’t matter what time it is.” and if he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud, he’d definitely leave notes for you when handing back your work <3

Professor O’Hara who now wakes up earlier and takes longer to get ready in the morning. For you. He would put on his most expensive cologne knowing you liked to ask for help. You’d smell it every time he bent over your desk behind you, enough so that the timbre of his low voice tickled your ear and his belly just barely grazing your back.

Professor O’Hara who was developing his own crush on you, even though it was definitely wrong. Besides, you were a model. He was convinced that even if he were a student, he wouldn’t have a chance with you.

Professor O’Hara who always felt his eyes gravitating toward you in the mass of seats when lecturing, as if he forgot what you looked like and needed to see your face again. You’d tilt your head n give him a smile each time he did, as if telling him you’re following along, and this rattled him. He’d smile back right before shying away from your gaze, clearing his throat and starting wherever he left off on in his lesson. You thought that was cute.

Professor O’Hara who was always there for you when you were troubled, his office becoming a place you frequented for comfort. He was a great ear, elbows on his knees and brows furrowed as he listened to your trials and tribulations. Pobrecita preciosa. He hated seeing you this way. His bear hugs always seemed to make the troubles go away.

Professor O’Hara who would praise you after seeing all the work you put into his class. Anytime you were stressed, he’d take you some place other than his office to relax, maybe buy you some tea or your favorite pastry. He’d take those opportunities to learn more about you, asking you in a gentle, sweet tone about your other studies, your goals, your life etc. he’d hopelessly fall for you even more when watching you speak about things you were passionate about, seeing how your eyes sparkled. He’d try to keep his composure by maintaining a stoic expression, but a small smile would crack every time. He was a melting mess.

Professor O’Hara who would keep all your assignments and reread them at home since you liked to leave him little notes like, “ So lucky to have you as a professor” “Amazing class today!” “Looking forward to our tutoring sesh tmw<3”, the curvy letters of your pretty hand writing feeding into his desires for you, those same desires going from wholesome to more lustful.

Professor O’Hara, who’s walls you break down with your kindness, intelligence, humility, and beauty. He’d play with your hair during tutoring sessions, buy you things that reminded him of you, call you ‘mama’ when no one else was around. He loved the way you knit your brows together telling him he shouldn’t be spending money on you as he’s already doing so much for you already, to which he replies, “You deserve it, and more, mama”.

Professor O’Hara who, when you stay after class to help him clean (because you volunteered to, otherwise, Miguel would never let you lift even a finger because you’re a princess), instead of picking up stray mechanical pencils, he would imagine you picking up stranded toys in the living room. He’d imagine what it’s like living life with you, having a life with you, then immediately shoo those absurd thoughts away after realizing he’s falling for you after only months of knowing you.

Professor O’Hara who genuinely cares about your well-being, wants to see you succeed and get everything you want and deserve. Who wants the absolute best for you.

A/n: Just some hcs before I continue the story…. I won’t edge y’all for long so just bear w meeeeee <3333

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[faretheeoscar]

NEEDY MIGUEL pt 3

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x SpiderFemaleReader

Warnings: 🔞 NSFW, Masturbation, use of sex toys, sex, a form of voyeurism (?), edging, orgasm denial

AN: English is not my first language, no beta read/grammar corrected.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 (final soon)

I hope y’all know we are jumping directly at the action lol

Needy Miguel whose sweat is dripping from his forehead, as he huffs and pants with every thrust he makes, feeling how your velvety walls swallow him fully and at ease now after making you come on his cock a number of times already

Needy Miguel that groans over your ear and whines when he feels all his nervous terminals shiver when he sends you to another orgasm and your cunt squeezed him deliciously, just in time when he began to be on his rut

“Please Miggy, it’s too much…I can’t-”

Needy Miguel that bites your neck to add another mark on it, your skin is filled with bruises already, the mark of his fangs trailing from the upper part of your neck to your back, exposed by your ripped suit

“Come on bebe, you started this, you asked for it, now deal with it…”

JK I’m gonna edge y’all with a throwback to the plot(still horny thots though)

Needy Miguel that saw you almost running from him, trying to scurry away from his calling and gaze after your debriefing of your mission. You’ve taken a little bit less than the three days he gave you on the assignment he sent you with Ben and Noir, so your apparent courage you’ve been slowly building up when you would saw him again was out of the window, unprepared and wanting for the earth to swallow you in embarrassment when you saw that Miguel gave you a stern look all the time.

“A donde crees que vas mamita?” (Where do you think you’re going?) “C’mere”

Needy Miguel who’s figure towered over you when you him as he stood next to his desk when you approached him on his platform, and you felt like the smallest thing looking up at him, intimidated by his gaze

“Care to explain this?”

Needy Miguel that is trying to contain himself by just ripping your spider suit right there, bend you over his desk and take you. He gives you a death stare, making you think he’s very pissed at you (and he is)

“Miguel I’m so sorry it was a bad joke, I didn’t know what I was thinking I just-“

Needy Miguel that cuts you off by placing a vibrator next to you on his the desk

Needy Miguel that tries not to smirk when your eyes go wide at the sight of the small pink vibrator on the desk, as you swallow hard looking at it.

Needy Miguel that approached your side and breathed out closely to your ear.

“Quiero que lo uses todo el día, you owe me preciosa” (I want you to use it all day, you owe me beautiful)

Needy Miguel that lets out a soft growl when he hears you whimper only by the low tone of his voice, immediately smelling the scent of your arousal.

“Oh, pobrecita… you think I would let you have my cock so easily hm cariño?”

Needy Miguel who’s tries not to cave in but when he’s so close to you can’t help when his hands automatically roam all over your body feeling the blood running towards below his waistline as he gets the smallest taste of you.

Needy Miguel that without a warning come to your breasts and he needs to hold back a moan as he finally squeezes them for the first time and starts rolling your nipples with his index finger and thumb making them stiff immediately by his touch.

“Shock, que lindas tetas…” (shock, what a pretty pair of breasts)

Needy Miguel that notices you rubbing your thighs together as your desire to have him buried on you, or eating you out grows, your swollen clit desperate for any friction.

“You’re not getting anything from me baby, not now, after you being such a brat…such a tease”

Needy Miguel that chuckles softly as you start moaning more under his touch as his sultry voice whispers on your ear as he pulls your earlobe between his teeth.

“Put it on mama, let me see you”

“Lemme see how it slides on that sweet wet cunt of yours”

Needy Miguel that is left with a huge unsatisfied erection as you leave his office, with half of the vibrator device inside you, and half teasing your clit.

Needy Miguel that thinks about the moment he saw you awkwardly putting it underneath your suit and panties still impregnated in his brain as he reaches to squeeze his aching member softly, but...today isn’t about him, today is about you paying for what you did to him.

Needy Miguel that watched every movement you did like a hawk on his monitors, just seeing you trying to squirm a little as you sat down on the cafeteria to have lunch, having an internal battle within you, when deciding if it’ll be better to sit down by yourself due to your current situation.

Needy Miguel that had a mischievous smirk and reached out for the remote control of the vibrator when he saw that some other spider people approached you to have lunch with them even though you were avoiding any interaction due to the fact that he was keeping you on the edge. Not knowing when he will press the on button.

Needy Miguel that edged you all day, by activating the vibrator in the most inappropriate situations, such as when you were trying to have a conversation with Peter B. That ended up with you ignoring him as you squeezed your fists tightly trying not to moan while Peter kept talking about his collection of slippers.

Needy Miguel that was heavy breathing and started to feel an itch deep inside him as he enjoyed watching you try to hold back your moans, it was pure torture for you, the orgasm denial, but for him, that view, made him hard as a rock.

Needy Miguel that played with the different settings on the toy teasing you, edging you, making it massage your sensitive bud until it was so swollen and leaving a sweet but burning sensation on your lower abdomen that made it even uncomfortable for you walk around.

Needy Miguel that almost gave into his desires and picked up his gizmo to call you, to end your misery, when he saw a trickle of sweat going down your forehead as he pushed the vibrator to the highest settings, to then turn it off, edging you a couple of times. Your face contorting into pleasure to then frustration as tears rolled down your cheeks longing for that release he kept denying you.

Needy Miguel that wanted to see how long you lasted like that, who’s started wondering if you’d be desperate enough at this point for you to come untouched if he’d called you and teased you, growling into your ear sweet nothings, or maybe you were into degrading and raw stuff?

Needy Miguel that finally indulged on the thought of jerking himself off while watching you over his monitors and turning the volume up as you cursed him under your heavy breathing, when he played with the intensity of the toy again,

Needy Miguel that started mimicking with the toy the way he was edging himself, by going hard, fast, to then barely even touching his member, watching it twitch with desperation.

Needy Miguel that forgot about playing with the vibrator leaving the controller on the side of his desk, keeping you on a constant stimulation.

Needy Miguel , growling and desperate Miguel, started concentrating on your sweet soft mewls, tattooed in his brain as he closed his eyes , slowly tracing circles over his tip, massaging his balls, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tilted his head backwards whimpering, huffing and moaning feeling close

“Coño, mierda, ngh"

Needy Miguel moaning out loud thought about either coming into your mouth or filling you up, until his spent dripped down your tights.

Needy Miguel got so distracted in his own thoughts that didn’t registered when you entered his lab, until he turned around getting startled by the sound of you tossing the soaked toy next he's been torntuting you with onto his desk

Needy Miguel that stood froze, member throbbing on his hand, heavy panting as you looked at him, your angry and determined demeanor about to start screaming and cursing at him for edging you all day, quickly melted, as soft moan escaped your lips when you saw below his waist line, when you got a glance of his big, mouthwatering erection, leading with precum being strangled by his enormous palm, simply got you to your knees.

AN: Again guys thanking you for the amazing support that you keep giving part 1 and I'm so happy you enjoyed part 2! Sorry if part 3 extended a bit the story but I had the itch to write this extra for Needy Miguel hehe

Part 4 gonna be the last one and the horniest one so be prepared 😈😈😈

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No good 🥀 (the raid drabble)

750 words, dark!Javi x f!reader | the raid I8+, angst (javi is the worst), smut, captivity. Ty Aly!! 🖤🫶 @iamasaddie

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Javi gets home late, unbuttoning his shirt on his way in. He takes it off and throws it in the laundry before approaching. When he uncuffs you, there's a waft of unfamiliar perfume that makes your heart drop. It's an awful feeling that he'll fuck anyone but you. There are moments you feel worthless and unworthy. Why did he take you if he was going to be like this? He says one day he’ll do it, but if he really wanted to, it's hard to understand all his restraint. It's a foreign concept to you. You try not to cry, but can't help it. Javi showers, and when the water turns off, you try to dry your eyes. He puts on sleep shorts and joins you in bed, spooning you. He cups your breast and his voice is low with lust. “I thought about you. . .mi putita” (my little slut). He nuzzles his nose against the nape of your neck, then adds, quieter, “favorita” (my favorite little slut).

You sniffle, and he turns on a dim bedside lamp. He pulls you onto your back. He props his head up in one hand and leans with his chest against you. He brushes a tear off your cheek and his brow furrows. His voice is soothing: “It's okay.” You're grateful he doesn't ask what's wrong. “I'm proud of you, sweetheart. You're doing great.” Your heart flutters.

He backs up and takes the covers off you. Then he gets between your legs and puts them over his shoulders. He gets close enough to feel his breath on your cunt, then he plants a kiss on your most sensitive place. You let out a soft moan. You're aching to have him.

He looks up at you, and the little cross on his gold chain swings forward, hitting your clit. You flinch at the contact of metal.

“Already?” He asks, then dips his head again. “So needy,” he murmurs to your cunt. He licks a wide stripe from your taint to the apex of your folds, then flicks his tongue. He stops, licks your clit slower, then seals his lips and sucks. He laps at your dripping seam again before returning his attention to your clit. You whine, “mmm” and your hips lift into his mouth. His mustache brushes your skin. He teases your entrance with his tongue, then it plunges into you.

He rubs your clit with his nose as he fucks you with his tongue. You twitch around him and he moans, “Mmm.” The vibration of his voice makes the tension swell deep in your belly. You whimper, and he moves his mouth back to your clit, replacing his thumb but leaving his right hand to rest on your mound and lower belly.

He lifts his face only to bring his left hand to your pussy and run two fingers through your folds. He watches you darkly and reaches for your breast as he nudges your wet hole then pushes in a finger, followed by a second. His mouth returns to kiss your pussy, with tongue, as his fingers move at an accelerating pace. His right palm lightly squeezes your breast

You're already teetering on the edge of bliss when his thick digits nudge that spot inside you. You whine and moan as you surrender to the climax. Your walls clench pitifully around nothing. He laps up your arousal, then rests his head on your inner thigh for a moment, watching you. When you finish, he lifts his head and smoothes his mustache. He crawls up the bed, and you turn onto your side.

“Thanks,” you mumble, and it feels pathetic.

He settles in behind you, and his dick is hard. You ache so badly for it, and you’re so hurt, you can't help but sniffle.

“It's okay,” he says, barely above a whisper.

You can't stop yourself from arguing. “I'm not your favorite. You would use your favorite.”

He’s silent for a few moments, then calmly asks, “are you asking me to use you?”

Your face heats up. You can't exactly say no, so you go for it. “Yeah.”

“Aww, pobrecita (poor little girl). . .have some self respect, baby.”

He pushes his hard dick against you, then lifts his head to press his lips against your temple for a moment before settling back in with a hand on your tit.

You mutter, “I dunno how you can go to sleep like that.” He starts to pull his hand away from your breast, but you stop him with your hand on his wrist.

“Some people have self control,” he answers. “You will too, someday.”

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Ty for reading!

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[weebsinstash]

more valentino PLEASE 🙏

How does the saying go, "i want this man in ways that are concerning to feminism"?

I was thinking of how Angel used to live in V Tower and, how fucked up would it be for him to receive a good morning text from Val to head up to his room, and AD is thinking it's a booty call, but it's ACTUALLY Valentino being a manipulative piece of shit

Angel comes into the room and Valentino is already half or fully naked but like, he's not hard or anything and Angel is confused? The moth is just, chilling naked smoking with this satisfied look on his face? And Valentino just, gives him some menial command to run him a favor, and he pauses mid-sentence to turn and call out YOUR name before regarding his Fizz Bot, "Kitty, why don't you make my baby a drink?" and you're just like, slinking out from under the covers, ashamed that Angel now knows you slept with the Overlord, let alone someone you know uh, treats him pretty fucking poorly (although I imagine not like, the entire entire brutal extent of it, also, Angel Dust using Reader as a shield against Val because they're both calmer when you're around)

Could you imagine some scenario, platonic romantic it doesn't matter, where like. Angel is talking to Valentino and he sees you in the corner of his eye and he just stops mid sentence, does a double take, looks at you half naked in his boss' bed, and Val forces him to focus and carry on the conversation while he's crying. Angel is just all but sprinting out of the room by the time he's dismissed and Valentino may even play fucking mind games to make him like, MARINATE in how horrible this makes him feel. Valentino is dragging out the conversation and putting on his nail caps or doing his skincare routine at his vanity and making Angel sit there and wait as he's deliberate dragging on his sentences and constantly pausing but if Angel moves to leave Val snaps IMMEDIATELY. So Angel is just. Forced to stand there.

VALENTINO TALKING TO Y O U, MAKING YOU ACKNOWLEDGE ANGEL AND THE REVERSE. Valentino being manipulative and awful and shitty and doing shit like "so Angel baby, I was gonna take a trip to the spa tomorrow, mhm, and also hey you're coming too *looks at you* so Angel what do you think we should get my other amorcito over here done?" the evil bastard is making you two talk to each other, about each other, when you're both like, IN TEARS

Angel, trying to hold on to the last shreds of his sanity: s so... h have you... ever had a facial before

Valentino pausing from doing his mascara with the biggest shit eating grin on his face: oh yeah, someone just had a really, really BIG one

Reader, happily getting drunk off the drink Kitty brought you because it helps take away the pain of this entire interaction: a. .. a massage or something might be nice

Valentino, doing his contour: but baaaabe, I thought you told me you were shy about who puts their hands on your body. Are you trying to make me jealous?

Angel, desperately trying to ignore Val blowing you a kiss and you clearly having bites and hickies alllllllll over you like there wasn't a single inch of you the moth didn't put his hands mouth or otherwise on: uh huh! Cool! So! Guess we can! Decide later right! :)

Valentino, doing his nails: wrong 💅 I also need you to

And the mf is just doing that shit for like 20 minutes straight which doesn't SOUND like a lot but when you're standing there just talking and waiting and, especially having a moment like THIS, it's just DRAGGING ON, and when Angel finally leaves, you're crying, and here's Valentino, "awwww, pobrecita, come here, what's wrong?" and hugging you and you need the comfort and you're drunk and, now maybe you're just a little scared he's the only person you have left....

Also. Bonus round for the angst. Can you imagine. Angel runs off and it's you sleeping with Valentino that finally hurts him so much he's finally RUNNING running away, meeting Charlie, having another place to live. He's still working under contract but the second his shift ends he's out of the studio without another word because... he can't protect you anymore. He feels like this is his fault. He failed Molly and now he failed you and he's worthless and trash and an addict loser-- meanwhile you're beating yourself up because you've lost your only friend down here and also your biggest supporter and Valentino all but lovebombs you (and the worst part is, it's genuine and if you reject ANYTHING, he's getting Offended Bigly)

Ugh. Ok. I'm sorry. Finally finishing the post with one more thing. Valentino is definitely the type to give you expensive gifts and he doesn't actually care about the amount of money he spends on you BUT, will use the fact he's spent so much money on you to manipulate you IN A HEARTBEAT

And also. You're not allowed to reject gifts because it sets him off in like 5 different ways. "Oh so my gifts aren't good enough for you?" "Do you have any idea how much I spent on this?" "I TOOK THE TIME to get this for YOU" God forbid if it's something custom. Could you imagine he offers you something and he doesn't immediately tell you it's custom, like he's got sketches in a notebook somewhere, this is MADE WITH LOVE ableit his creepy obsessive love, and you could literally have a very polite "oh my gosh I couldn't that's so expensive I, I don't deserve it, wow" where you're obviously very happy but just shocked and feeling guilty, like a FLATTERING rejection that is obviously an insult to YOU, NOT him, and he's just. The switch fucking flips. His head tilts. He lets out a hum as his smile pulls way too tight. Lashes out within seconds. Grabs you. takes that jewelry or watch or expensive thing he bought you and literally forces it onto your body, and he's not screaming or raising his voice, he's getting right up in your face and growling out the deeeeeetails of how he got this for you until you're crying and apologizing for your ingratitude

Ugh he's so cunty and mean and awful UGH WHY WOULD I LET HIM HIT, he would use that heart shaped belt he has to put heart shaped welts on your ass and then set your cute bruised heart covered butt as his phone wallpaper and your icon in his contacts and save your name as Ropebunny or something rhfkcsbfkhdxkfh

[miasimxo]

Nadia made a dating profile and went on a blind date! It was Hana Bulan, a sim I made forever ago to play with the rent pack It was going great til Hana up and left... My little pobrecita saw a lonely man at the bar and ofc dear Donathan couldn't wait to get Nadia's clothes off 😖😋

[pablitogavii]

Hi can you do a Gavi fic,where the reader is his girlfriend,and she is worried about his injury(from todays match)and Lewandoskis wife calm her down?(maybe a fluff one?)

Really hope he is okay <3

Per usual changing it up a bit but hope you like it! :)

Injury

"He shouldn't be playing.." you said to your friends after Pablo got to his feet after another injury to his groin and still wanted to stay in the game.

You loved your boyfriend very much for his dedication to the team but sometimes you wished he would think about himself first!

For the next fifteen minutes that he was playing, he kept massaging his groin every time the pain got too much and you knew him well to know pain was probably excruciating at this point.

Finally Xavi had enough and he made a substitution sending Ansu Fatti into the game while pulling Pablo out and he walked off the field while still holding onto the injured area as his teammates congratulated him on his good play.

You excused yourself from the stands pulling out your 'family pass' before going to the lounge right by the pitch being too worried to just sit there till the end of the second half.

Xavi saw you standing there worried knowing that you were Pablo's girl and he walked to the boy whispering into his ear before Pablo slowly got to his feet avoiding the cameras and walking off the field towards the lounge.

"Is my amorcito worried about me, huh?" he surprised you by snaking his arms around your body and pulling you back careful not to get hit in the painful area again.

You jumped a little before turning around hugging your boyfriend tightly while finally letting tears fall down your cheeks while his hand was caressing your back reassuringly.

Your hand was in his hair as you sobbed softly into his neck and he kept reassuring you that he was alright and that you shouldn't worry so much.

"Hey, hey..look at me preciosa..hi..I'm okay, I promise..ai pobrecita, I didn't know you loved me that much!" he tried to tease you to make you stop crying and it kinda worked as you smiled a little hitting his shoulder playfully.

"Did you get it checked out with a doctor?" you asked knowing the answer to that before he spoke. Pablo always downgraded his own pain and rarely went to doctors for help but you could tell he was still in pain.

"It's nothing serious, amor" was all he said before pulling you into a sweet kiss but you pulled away receiving a groan from him. He was such a needy baby sometimes...

"You don't know that until doctor checks it out...please, let's just get the doctor to check you?" you said looking down at his groin and he raised your chin with a smirk ready to of course make another joke.

"My eyes are right here traviesa.." he said and you rolled your eyes at him while feeling his hands wrap around your waist and glue your body against his.

"I'm serious Pablito.." you said but he shut you up with a kiss before pulling away and offering to watch the rest of the game together with you at the seats knowing that Xavi will allowed it in this situation..besides he loved you like his own daughter, not to mention that she is your best friend.

"Do it for me then! Please!" you pulled him back and he sighed resting his hands on your face and you leaned into his touch closing your eyes while waiting for his response.

"Bueno! Let's check it out.." he said grabbing your hand before walking to the medical wing of the stadium. The things he does because he loves you so much...

"I'm glad you got him here. I told Xavi we should check it out to make sure it's not a torn muscle or something but señor Gavira is a hard one to get here" doctor said and you giggled nodding your head while holding Pablo's hand as he sat on the examining table.

Doctor checked him up before writing everything down in his notes to report to Xavi later smiling at the two of us sitting there holding hands while Pablo's head was rested on your shoulder.

"Looks like his muscle almost got torn but you were lucky it was more a hit in the groin.." doctor explained seeing Pablo's grim face.

"Lucky!?" he said making you giggle and kiss his still sweaty forehead.

"I know you are still in excruciating pain despite playing cool in front of your girlfriend. These are pain medications to take until you stop feeling discomfort. And this cream is for the muscle right next to your groin area, just to ensure it heals properly. Use it once a day before going to bed" doctor finished while the two of you carefully listened before Pablo took his medication to relieve some of the pain for now.

"Um doc..will I be able to..um..please my girl?" Pablo said getting up and you blushed bright red while the doctor tapped his shoulder and nodded his head.

"Just make sure he uses the cream for the leg muscle" doctor said more to you than him knowing how careless the boy gets when it comes to his own health.

"I will, don't worry doctor and thank you!" you said shaking the man's hand while Pablo smirked down at you.

"She's the boss, doc.." Pablo joked making the doctor chuckle and nod his head.

"Shut up! Let's go catch the end of the game" you say as you went back to the seats just in time to cheer for the goal scored by Jordi Alba.

At the end of the game, Pablo went to celebrate with his teammates while you regrouped with your friends letting them know he was alright before they left the stadium.

When you arrived home, he showered and got into some comfortable clothes (grey sweatpants and plain white t-shirt) while you made some dinner before you cuddled on the couch watching some TV show and eating together.

You felt Pablo's head resting on top of yours as he was slowly getting in and out of sleep from exhaustion and you knew it was time for bed.

"Ready to go to bed Pablito?" you said and he was happy to hear those words come from your mouth in the moment since he was really exhausted after a match.

"Before doing that, we need to put that cream on.." you said and he whined like an angry child but you ignored his protests bringing the cream to the couch.

"Amor, I'm so tired! Can you do it for me please?" he said and you blushed a little but nodded your head as he took off his grey sweatpants leaving him in only black boxers..nothing you haven't seen before ;)

You put some cream on your fingers before gently rubbing it in the skin of his inner thigh really close to his crotch meanwhile he had his head thrown back with his eyes closed.

"Ughh!" coming from his mouth made you stop your movement afraid that you were hurting him.

"Does it hurt when I do it?" you ask quietly with your hand still glued to his thigh as he slowly opened his eyes looking down at you. You were currently on your knees in between his legs and that image made him incapable of doing anything else but stare.

"I wouldn't say it hurts..preciosa but it does make me uncomfortable...in a good way. Let me show you" he was smirking and you were blushing when his hand took your from his thigh and put it on top of his now hard groin.

"Pablo! Be serious!" you say although you couldn't stop thinking about how hard he was underneath your palm.

"You try being series when your sexy girl in kneeling in between your legs!" he smirked making you plush more and palm his bulge out of instinct.

"Come here princesa.." Pablo helped you up before pulling you to straddle his lap and you were really worried about hurting him again but he reassured you that it was okay.

"They keep hurting my groin..don't they know I wanna give you babies in the future, princesa?" he spoke lowly while leaving kisses on your neck along with his marks and you fought an urge to grind on him afraid that it might hurt him instead. Hearing him talk about 'giving you babies' made your panties damped and you really needed him in that moment!

"Pablo...maybe we shouldn't do it right away?" you said and he smiled pulling away from your neck before kissing your lips lovingly.

"You heard the doctor, I still can please my girl..and right now, I really want to do that amorcito.." he whined staring at your lips and you gave in (ofc you did!) and kissing his lips as he got up and carried you back into your shared bedroom.

It's definitely different but I hope you enjoy <3

[ayyyy-le-simp]

Hey pookieesss 🤭

Happy Final Bad Batch Eve. I’m totally not crying.

All day I’ve seen final goodbyes and sad edits. And so to help ease the nerves and anxiety, I come here with some hopefully funny shenanigans. Featuring my beloved Mami again.

My mother has very little knowledge on Star Wars (which relatable, im still learning). And so I’ve asked for her to give me her thoughts on The Bad Batch characters!! I call this ✨ pre-game comfort ✨. Writing this two hours before midnight (it’s 10pm where I live).

Enjoy <33 and everyone thank my beloved mother!! (Spanish lines will be translated, blue print is me)

“I already told you, Rambo.”

“Was he ever shirtless?”

“Unfortunately no.”

“Damn.”

“He’s a 7/10 though.”

“That’s the one who died, right?”

“Pobrecito.” (Poor thing.)

“Cómo se llama?” (Whats his name?)

“Tech.”

“Ahh okay. He died the same way Bucky Barnes died.”

“Bucky Barnes didn’t die though. He came back as the winter soldier.”

“Exactly. And who’s that mystery clone guy?”

“I think that mystery clone is Tech.”

(Guys she supports our delusions.)

I’m typing this on my phone at the moment, and for some reason, tumblr isn’t letting me type under pictures and it’s literally annoying me and I’m too lazy to made separate posts, but stay tuned. But I might make another version on my tiktok 🤭

ANYWAYS

Moving onto Crosshair

“He reminds me of your dad. Bald and tall.”

(I showed my mom the scene of Crosshair sitting by himself in the cafeteria)

“Ay pobrecito.”

Moving onto Wrecker

“He reminds me of Drax. From guardians of the galaxy.”

“I think he would like Pitbull.”

“MR WORLDWIDE!”

“I literally love him.”

“Quién? Wrecker or Pitbull?” (Quién means who)

“Wrecker.”🤭

“Estas loca.” (You’re crazy.)

Moving onto Echo

“What happened to him?! Why does he look gray?”

“He needs to eat some red meat. Get some blood in that skin. That’s some low iron.”

“Yo le daría carne asada.”(I’d give him carne asada.) [steak]

“Echo? Like the movie Earth To Echo. I like that movie.”

Moving onto Omega (my literal daughter)

“She looks like her name would be Estella. Or Estrella.” (Estrella means Star in Spanish)

“I like Omega. It’s a cute name.”

Moving onto Phee

“I like her, she’s voiced by Wanda Sykes. I like Wanda Sykes, she’s funny as hell.”

“She really liked Tech.”

“She and Tech deserved better.”

“In my mind, Tech is not dead, he’s happily married to Phee.”

“You’re delusional.”

“I know.”

“Pobrecita, she didn’t see him around.”

Moving onto Cid

“Isn’t that the puta that snitched them out?”

(Puta means bitch)

“Yeah.”

“Hm. She’s a witch for that.”

BONUS:

CAPTAIN REX✨✨

“…”

“…”

“Que guapo.” (How handsome.)

“…”

“RIGHTT.”

“But he’s a captain?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh no. I can’t go cheating on my Captain America. America’s ass. He’s the only Captain in my life.”

“He can be your space Captain. Space’s ass.”

“Space’s ass.”

“Space’s ass.”

OKAY THANK YOU FOR READING THIS 🙏🏽🙏🏽PRAYERS FOR THE FINAL EPISODE IM SCARED GUYS WE NEED A HAPPY ENDING 😭 😭 🙏🏽 I NEED THEM ALL TO BE WELL AND OKAY AND SAFE OR ELSE I’LL BE A MILITARY WIFE IN MOURNING

[ghosts-bandwagon]

THANKS GOD you write for alejandro, because this men have me on my knees. First of all, congratulations on those 100 followers. Well deserved for your great content and how fast you do it, it's great! You deserve more than that. Now, back to the request.

I would like to leave the solitude for alejandro (daddy yes). Maybe where he's trying to courting his crush, or in what way he would try to win the woman he likes without trying to expant her or push her away from him.

Thank you ♡

Stop you’re making me blush and cry ❤️😭 you’re too sweet! Yesssss we gotta give our boy some love too ❤️ (side note: I always listen to music when I’m writing these, so I got the opportunity to dip back into my Spanish playlist and I might gone a little crazy with this lmao)

Let’s flip the tables, you’re coming off the plane with Soap and Ghost and Alejandro is blindsided, Laswell told him about MacTavish and Ghost, how could she have forgotten to mention you?

You’re walking up to him just a step ahead of the other two, instantly he can recognize that they respect the hell out of you which means he does too

Your solid grip and the smile you give him as you introduce yourself have him feeling lightheaded, and as he’s getting into the car, he’s got an eye on you through the mirror and he decides that he has to have you

Despite the seriousness of the mission, he’ll find ways to get you to smile, whether it’s telling you a joke or telling you something about Las Almas, anything to see that gorgeous smile

When there’s downtime he finds a way to be physically close to you, he watches you as you train, he’s with you in the common area, he’s offering to give you (and only you) a tour of his base

He goes from referring you by your name to calling you different terms of endearment

“Hell of a shot, amor.”

“Wheels up in 20, querida.”

He always saves you the best looking breakfast pastries, there’s always magically a seat available next to him, he loves introducing you to different foods, maybe even poking fun at you for sweating from the spice

“Pobrecita, too much?”

He loves when you shove him with your shoulder, you’re still laughing so he’s not worried, don’t worry he’ll get you some tissues for your runny nose

And when things have finally calmed down and Graves and Hassan are no longer a threat, he gathers you up in a big celebratory hug, he’s spinning you around and you’re a little breathless, but he can’t help it, you make him feel alive and at peace and almost like a kid again

“You were incredible, mi vida, maybe I can talk them into letting you stick around longer hm?”

“Are you sure? I still don’t speak Spanish very well.” You laughed,

“That’s ok, querida, I’ll teach you.” He winked at you with his signature lopsided smirk, and suddenly your cheeks felt incredibly warm

Private lessons with Alejandro don’t sound too bad

[honeyedmiller]

American Jesus | Javier Peña

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

warnings: smut, literally just smut, smutty smut smut, and oh look, more smut! (also mentions of smoking, edging, defying religion???? [I guess if you wanna call it that or even say that???], cursing, pet names, no use of y/n... also, this is not meant to be disrespectful toward anyone's religion at all. just wanted to put that out there. so yeah. that's all I think). 18+. minors dni.

word count: 1.9k

*= i changed the lyric from green eyes to brown eyes for obvious reasons

based on the song 'American Jesus' by Nessa Barrett.

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He's got a cross on his neck, but he spends Sundays in my bed

Javier's cross necklace dangles in your face as he hovers over you, lips parted, pupils blown, as he moves his thick fingers in and out of you in a salacious manner. The sounds you're emitting from your throat are nothing short of erotic as you call out his name like a prayer, nails leaving plentiful scratch marks along his back.

"Look at you, cariño. You're a mess just from my fingers. Can't wait to find out what this cock will do to you." His voice is domineering, and you can hear the fucking smirk the bastard has on his lips. He's been edging you for the last fifteen minutes, and you were about to lose your shit if he kept this up. You ached for release, bad, and your impending orgasm was so hot and heavy in your core that tears started to well in your eyes at the near torture he was doing unto you.

"Fuck, Javi, please, please fucking let me cum." The tears fall down your cheeks, and he coos at you.

"Ay mi pobrecita. Since you asked so nicely." He presses the pad of his thumb to your sensitive clit, rubbing circles around it. His skilled fingers have you coming undone in no time, your orgasm ripping through you like a wave in the ocean. You're screaming his name, and there's no doubt his neighbors absolutely hate you both right now.

He's my blue jean little baby, with a halo on his head

"Quit staring at my ass, cariño." Javier warns, giving you a pointed look.

"What? Not my fault it looks good in those tight jeans." The shit-eating grin you toss his way makes him roll his eyes and shake his head. The light behind Javier gave him a specific glow on the top of his head, giving him a halo effect. The scene in front of you was ironic, really, because Javier was nowhere near an angel. Not with that fucking sinful tongue of his, that did so much more than just shit talk.

That same tongue had you calling out god's name with the way it worked its magic on you.

He's got lips like cherry wine, and cigarette smoke on his breath

Javier's lips were nothing short of addicting. Any chance you got to kiss him, you did. His plush lips always kept you in a daze, and drunk on the man that is Javier Peña. He never kissed you half-assedly, either. You often wondered if he kissed other women the way he kissed you, too.

"What's on your mind cariño?" His eyes are trained on you lost in thought, curiosity getting the best of him.

"Nothing, Javi."

"Don't give me that. Seriously, what's on your mind?" His hand grazes your thigh as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

"Do you kiss your other women like you kiss me?" You blurt out your previous thought without even giving it a once-over in your mind.

"There are no other women, baby. Not anymore," His hand is feather-light as it trails up your thigh, sending goosebumps down your legs. He removes the cigarette from his mouth before pressing his lips to yours with such neediness, never letting you get a chance to catch your breath.

Javier was a passionate man when he wanted to be, and goddamn did he never hold back when it came to you. His hand found its way to your core as he rubbed over the fabric covering you. You moaned his name out which to him, was heaven to his ears.

Before yanking your underwear off of you, he paused and whispered against your lips.

"Only you."

He's got pretty long brown hair, and brown* eyes that look like sex

Javier’s dark brown eyes are ardent as they roam over every inch of your body. His dark locks were a mess as he indeed looked very freshly fucked… because he was.

You’d just blown his mind with possibly some of the best sex he's ever had in his life. No one compared to you, and you made sure to let him know that. He was your man.

He was trying to catch his breath after what had to've been the fifth orgasm he's had tonight. You were a vixen tonight and nothing could've stopped you from pleasing your man, over and over and over again.

Javier had been incredibly stressed at work, and you knew he needed to take the edge off, so you were there to let him know you'd take care of him and his needs tonight.

Javier thought you were a god send. No woman had ever made him cum like that in his entire sex life, and fuck if he was going to ever let you go. Not only were you amazing in bed, but you showed him that you genuinely cared about him and his well-being, not just through sex.

His hooded eyes scanned your features, looking at you lovingly.

"Mine." Was all he said before pulling you to him, kissing your head and wrapping his arms around you before he drifted off into a much needed sleep.

Knees down at your altar, please don’t fail me now

"Fuck, corazón, you look breathtaking in that dress." Javier's eyes are ravenous once more as they rake over your body with absolute hunger. It was a hot day in Colombia, so the black flowy minidress you were wearing was fitting for the sticky weather.

Javier pulled you in by your hips so you were flush against his strong body. Your hands rested comfortably on his chest. You felt his elevated heart rate beneath your fingertips, and your own heart swelled at how you made him feel. He may not have always told you, but he definitely showed you.

Javier slowly sank to his knees in front of you, leaving you confused.

"What are you doing, Javi?" Your voice is meek as your own heart rate starts to pick up.

He doesn't say a word as he lifts the hem of your dress up, exposing your thighs and light pink thong you chose to wear for the day. One of his hands cradled the back of your thigh while the other held the dress up, and he moved his face to you to kiss your clothed core.

You moan softly at the feeling. Javier's eyes are full of determination as he hooks the hand that was previously holding your dress up into the hem of your underwear, pulling the cloth down your legs with ease.

"Javi, we're going to be late to dinner with Steve and Connie."

Ignoring your comment, he moans at the sight of your already soaked core, moving his head back to you and under your dress. He gently grabs the back of both of your thighs this time, coaxing you to spread your legs a little further. You have to put your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself.

He wasted no time indulging you as he licked a hot, wet stripe up your core. You gasped in shock, knees already wanting to buckle under you.

"Mm, baby you always taste so fuckin' good. Fuck." And he doesn't stop lapping you up and sucking your swollen clit until you convulse violently above him, causing you to sink to your knees as well.

"I've got you, corazón. Always."

You know all my secrets American Jesus, baby

"You're terrible at hiding your emotions, you know." Javier is watching you with an amused look, cocking an eyebrow up at you.

"Fuck off, Javi." You roll your eyes, and his gaze darkens.

"I'd like to fuck something, alright." His voice drips like pure venom as he watches your every move. You immediately feel an ache in your core at his words, and of course, your face shows it all.

"Too easy. I know all your secrets, baby, every last one of them." Javier chuckles at your disposition, an annoyed look overtaking your needy one.

You stick a middle finger up at him, rolling your eyes.

"C'mere, then, cariño. Don't keep me waiting."

Won’t you take me to Heaven tonight?

Javier snapped his hips at a pace against yours that nearly knocked the breath out of you. He always stretched you in such an intoxicating way, you almost wanted to stay like this forever.

"Look at you, cariño. Fucking you dumb on my cock and you're taking it so fucking well. That's it baby." Javier's voice was thick and full of lust, a sheen coat of sweat all over his body. His focus was solely on you and the inaudible moans coming from you as your jaw was slack and eyebrows were laced together.

He gripped your hips so hard you were sure he was going to leave bruises, but you fucking loved it. You were drunk on Javier's cock and he knew it.

He had you seeing stars with the pace he was going. It was ruthless, relentless, and almost unbearable, but the pain quickly subsided into pleasure every time he bottomed out into you.

You were convinced being with him like this, as rough and pleasurable as it was, was what heaven felt like and damn, you never wanted to leave.

You know you’re my weakness American Jesus, save me

"Javi," You're a panting mess just by his fingertips lightly brushing over your body.

"So needy, corazón." He was teasing you and having the time of his life while doing so.

"Please, I need you." The desperation in your voice almost made you want to cringe, but you couldn't help it. This man was your sole weakness and you'd be damned if you couldn't have him. He was so intoxicating. He was like a drug. Your drug.

His good looks and charming charisma are what had you wrapped around his finger... not to mention his soft side he only reserved for you. You were in love with it all, and even though he didn't know it yet, you had a strong feeling he felt the same way too.

You’re the greatest love of my life

You rested your head on Javier's bare chest as he stroked your hair lovingly. For the first time, he wanted to make love to you. He wanted to take it slower and savor you—your smell, your taste, the way your bare body felt against his—everything about you.

He was scared to admit it at first, but he knew that you'd be it for him. You're the love of his life. He never thought he'd be capable of love again after leaving his high school sweetheart at the altar, but here he is, head over heels for you and everything you are.

You made him so soft, but just for you. He wanted to take care of you, not just intimately, but support you emotionally and mentally. Hell, he could even see himself having kids with you, and that's something he was so sure of that he never wanted—until you came along.

He looked down at you in adoration, and figured this was the best time to admit his feelings for you. The fresh after-sex glow you had on your face was reserved just for him, and it made him weak in the knees.

"I love you, cariño." His voice is barely above a whisper, and if you weren't completely alert, you would've missed it.

You freeze, taking in his words carefully. This was a huge confession, especially for Javier. You completely melted into him, kissing the bare skin beneath you.

"Oh, Javi," Looking up at him with nothing but love in your eyes, you bring his lips down to yours. You kiss him softly before pulling apart, whispering against his lips, "Te amo para siempre."

He smiled softly down at you, and he knew then that he was hooked, forever.

American Jesus

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Safe & sound

AJ Campos x fem!reader (established r/s) + Gabi Campos x Chantal (established, mentioned)

Warnings: fluff, maybe some cursing? mentions of sickness, implied vomiting

In which, reader is sick and aj comes over after school to take care of her.

AJ sat in her last class of the day, watching the time on the clock impatiently as she completed the given worksheet on her desk. She was waiting for the bell to ring so she could go over to your place and see you. You were absent today on account of you being sick— which you did tell AJ about, and she was being worried about you as usual. Which was cute, and sweet of her but you were okay. Well- you would be. Just maybe not right now. Anyway, AJ makes it through the last class, finishing the assignment with a bit of time to spare. Once the bell rang, she turned the assignment in and she was off. Dumping the books she didn’t need into her locker, she hears Gabi call her name. “Oh. Hey, what’s up?”

“You said y/n was sick? You’re definitely going to see her, aren’t you? Do you want a ride to her place? I can drop you off.”

“Sure, if you don’t mind.” AJ zips up her bag and shut her locker, slinging the backpack strap over her shoulder.

“No problem, Chantal has a club thing so I don’t have any plans.” Gabi shrugs, walking beside her sister. AJ got into the front passenger seat of Gabi’s car, hearing that Gabi’s unlocked it.

“Are you planning on staying over?”

“I might. It’s Friday. Plus, Dad’s out of town and Mom’s working late.” AJ shrugs, a small sigh falls from her lips.

“Beats being home alone and not having a clue what to do.” Gabi laughs.

AJ chuckles, “I’m willing to bet that there’s a party you can go to tonight. You just gotta find one.”

“That’s true.”

It was a thirty minute drive to yours, but they were in comfortable silence, so the drive to your place felt pretty quick. “Okay, you two have fun. Tell y/n I said hi and I hope she feels better soon.”

“Thanks, Gabi. I’ll see you tomorrow. Or maybe tonight- it depends.”

“Alright.” Gabi chuckles, “Bye, AJ.”

She walks up to your house and up onto the porch then rang the doorbell. You heard it, but it takes you awhile to get off the couch and to the door to open it. “Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s me.” Your ears perked up at AJ’s voice. Quickly, you opened the door. “Hi.” She smiles the moment her gaze lands on you, causing you to mirror her smile. “Come in.” You said.

“Feeling any better?” She asked quietly, noting that the curtains were drawn.

“Not too bad. It’s just a cold, but I also have a migraine that led up to this so that’s the real kicker.” You laughed wryly, plopping down onto the couch once again. She follows suit.

“Are you home alone?”

“Of course. My Mom definitely wasn’t going to stay home to look after her 17-year old who only has a cold.” You grumbled jokingly. She snorted, “Good to hear ya joke.”

“Eh, kinda wish she cared a little more sometimes but that’s another thing for another day.” You slowly laid back down.

“Do you want to go lay down in your room instead? Wouldn’t that be more comfortable?” She asks, concerned.

“I’m way closer to the kitchen this way if I want water, or juice or whatever.” You disagreed, “Plus, I get the TV.”

“That’s a good point.” She runs a hand through your slightly tangled hair, “Want me to do your hair?” She knew you liked it when she does, and she loved trying out different hairstyles on you from time to time- though she never really admitted to it.

“Sounds nice.” You agreed and she got up to go find a hairbrush and a couple of hair ties. And so, while you asked her about her day, she got to tying your hair into two french braids.

————

“What’d you do today?”

“Uh, well- I read a little bit. Then the migraine nearly had me spew my breakfast everywhere- Mom wasn’t very thrilled about the close call.” You began, “Speaking of, I’m on day two of this episode. And I’m hoping it goes away tomorrow because this cold is giving me enough aches and pains as it is.”

“Pobrecita.” She sulks, cupping your cheek and caressing it with her thumb, “But it is the weekend so you don’t have to worry about classes and stuff.”

A slight smile tugs at the corner of your lips, “Yeah…oh, right- was there any homework today?”

“Just one worksheet for biology. Worry about that later.” She raised a brow, “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, baby?”

“You being here and keeping me company is enough” You told her, “And you already did my hair for me.”

“You look cute.” She grins.

“I look like crap.” You nudged her playfully, sniffling because of your runny nose.

“You still look cute.” She disagrees, “I would totally kiss you, but then you’d have to deal with me having the cold next. And believe me, given how much Chantal is over at our house doing God-knows-what? Gabi will kill me for being sick.”

“But- oh. Okay.”

“Yeah.”

“I meeeean. It’s not like we’re any better.” You stifle a laugh.

“They don’t need to know that.” She laughs, a hand falling onto your thigh.

“Don’t tempt me.” You joked.

“Definitely not right now.” She looks at you, “Uh-uh. You’re sick.”

“That I am.”

“Did you eat anything for lunch?” AJ asks.

“Uh…I had a cup of soup and some crackers?”

“And…you think that’s enough? Are you still hungry? Did you drink any water?” She asks, a look of concern on her face.

“I have a tumbler I just filled up right there.” You pointed to it on the coffee table.

“Good.”

“I just- don’t have much of an appetite right now, especially with the migraine making me feel extra gross and on the edge about maybe needing to y’know-”

“I know, baby. I know.”

She guided you to lie down and your head ends up on her lap. You unintentionally groaned, having to shift your body around. AJ knew exactly what to do- she places her palm onto your stomach, the warmth bringing you some comfort. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising?” She asks, her hand rubbing small circles on your abdomen under your shirt. “I’m more than happy to take care of you. All that matters right now is that you’re safe and sound.” Her eyes met yours briefly before focusing on the TV again. You do the same, diverting your attention from the ache in your stomach— and pretty much your whole body, to Fran shoving C.C. into a coat closet to hide from an investor for her boss’ play.

“This show is comedy gold.” AJ chuckles.

“Whatever happened to multi-cam shows anyway? They were so good.” You mumbled, admittedly coaxed to sleep by the comforting warmth of her hand.

“Oh, I know, right?” She says, looking down at you for a moment, “Are you comfortable?”

“Mhm, very.” You smiled.

She mirrors you smile, “Tell me if you need anything later.”

“Thanks for being here with me.”

“Of course, baby.”

Every time you were with AJ, you just knew you’d be safe and sound. You two had silly arguments sometimes, but always worked it out. She was your safe space, your person. Just like you were hers.

“I love you.” You said.

“Aw, I love you too.”

[pedges-world]

Afterglow Series: Javier Pena Edition

The Afterglow Series is more focused on intimacy and unexpected situations, so please imbibe accordingly. Javier Pena is so voracious, I wanted to explore what would happen if he met his match.

Triggers: Prostitute POV, empowered woman in a safe transactional relationship w/ Javier Pena that evolves into more vulnerability, a little physical aggression, profanity, alcohol use, aftercare, crying (there's always crying), P in V, a little more smutty than most of my stuff, more valiant attempts at Spanish however inaccurate...

*thank you @almostfoxglove for the sexy moodboard, I'm inspired!

You loved your job. It wasn’t the type of thing you could easily discuss with your sister and the futbol moms. But you felt empowered as fuck, and prostitutes were more protected than ever. To be honest, you didn’t really think of yourself in those terms. What you thought of was the money and the sense of power you felt, holding important men, quite literally by the balls. And Javier Pena was one of them.

You’re not sure when, but at some point, things had begun to shift. At first, he came over for a quick whiskey and a fuck. And then one time, he arrived on your doorstep, already drunk and cuddly as a teddy bear. You don’t think he even remembered, leaving $100 bucks on your nightstand and thanking you for a “good time”. There was a routine of sorts, and sometimes he was flat out aggressive, but you never had a problem with that. As long as he paid, you were happy to incur a few bumps and bruises, and knowing he left happy, your income was relatively secure. But last week, he came by, perfectly sober and ready…to talk? It wasn’t a DTR, that would be ludicrous. He just wanted to talk. You kept trying to lure him to bed, but he endlessly deflected, making you laugh till you nearly snorted iced tea out of your nose, ordering  tacos from the seedy joint downstairs, and still leaving $100 bucks on the nightstand after you fell asleep watching tv. What the non-fuck was going on?

Today seemed like the routine as per usual. He’d shown up on your doorstep, raring to go, whiskey in hand and lust pouring from his steely gaze. Several breaks in, he’d enjoyed himself profusely and you found yourself being pounded from the back, as his sweaty hips thrashed against you loudly. Until….you had a problem. You were cumming.

The day had been fine, you’d already had several clients and were looking forward to seeing Javier in the evening. Feeling relaxed and unfocused you hadn’t realized your body was careening out of your control until this very moment. A quick surprising breath caught in your throat as you attempted to stifle a low moan…

“Que?” Javier questioned, as though telepathically linked to every nerve in your body.

You tried to play it off as one of your many performances, “Oh Javi more! So wet, so wet…” until you realized those statements weren’t a fabrication. Your legs were already trembling and the room was starting to spin around you.

“You like that, pobrecita?” he kept a relentless pace, jack hammering into you from behind. “You never tell me what you like…” he grunted appraisingly.

Your eyelids fluttered shut of their own volition as the silvery thread of arousal coursed through your veins fluidly. This can’t be happening, your mind stuttered, attempting to divorce yourself from the powerful sensations ebbing through your body. You prided yourself on your professionalism, but quite honestly, you didn’t get into this career for…sex. Most of the men that came to you were escaping a disappointing home life or were otherwise sexually unsuccessful, so their last concern was your pleasure, and that was fine for you. No reason you needed to be vulnerable in the workplace. The money was compensation enough and you could pleasure yourself on your own time. But Javier Pena wasn’t a regular guy, and when it came to sex, he was actually good at it. He came for his own pleasure, but that included yours, and he was down to try anything. Honestly, it was just a matter of time, but you had remained irresolute and focused up until now. And now, you were cumming.

The harder you tried to swat the idea away, the stronger the impulse grew. Small tendrils of pleasure that pulsed at your core, stuttered breaths that caught in your throat, whimpers of ecstasy that escaped from your mouth; Javier was devouring it like a man starved.

“There she is…” he drawled, grabbing you by the throat and hoisting you backwards until your back was pressed against his sweat glistened chest. “Are you going to cum for me, hermosa?” he panted into your ear, as you shook your head slowly.

“No, no, no” you had dropped all pretense of performance, realizing your body seemed to be acting of its own accord. You dropped your hands to your clit, rubbing in quick circles now desperate to get off.

“Mine” Javier growled into your ear, grabbing your wrists and yanking them around his neck as he angled up into you, harder still. You cried out in anguished ecstasy, confused at the unbidden sensations tingling throughout your being.

“M-m-more…” you began to mumble incoherently, no longer concerned with the loss of control, and only focused on your pleasure and nothing else.

Javi tipped you forward violently, re-situating himself in a seated position, and then abruptly pulled you back onto his lap, pistoning up into you at the most  delectable angle. Your entire body seized up in a pre-orgasmic throb. He gripped you tightly, calloused fingers palming your breasts, kneading and pinching as all thought left your mind completely. You were a ray of light, pleasure itself, his heat sheathed inside you, piercing the darkness and eradicating everything else. You’re not even sure if you spoke out loud, but the primal awareness that you were cumming, clouded time itself, until there was no denying it anymore. You threw your head back against his shoulder and cried in a silent scream, softening into a guttural moan of euphoria. Your body was fluid, liquid gold, dripping and melting over his hard figure. He worked you through your release until you pulled at the nape of his neck, weak with overstimulation. He drew his palm down the front of your salt soaked body and then flipped you around in a tangle of arms and legs, nearly collapsing on top of you, lowering you to the bed.

In the dull recesses of your mind you felt the throb of embarrassment, but not yet cognizant enough to grasp it with any enthusiasm. Holding onto your cloud of your contentment, you were vaguely aware of Javi’s absence, assuming he had left the appropriate amount of money on the bed stand and made a quick exit. You felt your heat twitching and throbbing with the loss of his presence, but thankful he had left you to your own mortification. It had been so long since you felt comfortable enough to enjoy yourself with someone else, you were nearly shocked it was still possible. You swallowed dryly, blinking away the tears. Damn endorphins, you sniffled, freezing as a figure appeared in the doorway with a washcloth and water.

“Drink, hermosa” he commanded as your eyes widened to saucer shape. He was still here. Was he angry? Did you just lose your best customer, and this was the swan song? Appraising your silence he brought the glass of water up to your parched lips tentatively, eyeing you with slight concern. You started shivering slightly as your body attempted to regulate itself into normalcy. “Are you hurt?” he demanded, sitting on the edge of the bed and lifting you to a seated position so you could drink.

You shook your head slowly, devoid of intelligence as the tears began to dry on your cheeks stickily. You flinched with surprise as he began rubbing down your legs and mid-section with the washcloth. “Shh, shh…” he shushed, as though coddling a small child as your body relaxed with relief and exhaustion.

“You don’t have to do that, Javi” you muttered softly, grabbing his wrist gently, but as yet unable to meet his eyes.

“Porque, eso cuesta mas?” he pondered, a small smirk shadowing his countenance.

“I’m not charging you for tonight” you murmured, turning your head away from him in defeat, until you felt him reach around and draw your chin back towards him.

He drew his thumb across your lower lip, not saying a word, a pained expression pinching at his eyebrows unexpectedly. “Inestimable” he whispered, almost to himself, kissing you lightly on the lips and withdrawing to the bathroom. You sunk down on the bed, unsure of what might happen next. Your ears were still ringing from the high, and your body felt like a heavy weight drawing you further into the mattress. You heard the soft click as Javier shut off the lights and crawled into bed with you tentatively.

“Puedo quedarme un poco mas?” he paused, his body hovering above yours.

You bit your lower lip in the dark, pondering the uncharted territory. No one ever asked to stay. Should you charge for that? Your thoughts were becoming more muddled and your eyelids heavier still, as you wordlessly tucked your body into the crook of his side, huffing a small sigh of defeat. No more thinking. Just sleeping. Javi wrapped his arms around you, breathing deeply at the crown of your forehead. 

“Smell good” he mumbled into your hair, as you started to drift into darkened oblivion. He was rocking you ever so slightly, and you didn’t have the energy to make any arguments whatsoever. You hadn’t felt this content in a very long time.

Swallowing dryly, your eyes blinked into the sunlight, hearing the motorcycles putter to life in the streets, and the vendors selling Cafe Caribe for the morning commuters. You sat up abruptly, reaching sideways to feel the cool sheets under your fingertips, noticing the hundred dollar bill grinning at you from the bed side table. Next to it, you saw the small cardboard cup, steaming with the chocolate aroma of your morning cafecito, note scribbled hastily across it…

“Thanks for the f@ck, hermosa. See you next week”. The small heart drawn in the corner winked at you as you smiled to yourself.

You loved your job.

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[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

hello hello! I love your writing, especially for any of the dork squad and Bane- I never knew I loved bane so much until reading your interpretation of him- and I wanted to request Bane?

Maybe the Reader (gn), who is not very physically affectionate to most people, is just extremely so with Bane? Even before their involved romantic wise? Like they're constantly wanting to hold his hand or arm, enjoys resting their head on him, etc.? (Touch starved and very picky, but big man is so very nice to indulge)

"Touchy" General Bane x Reader

EVERYONE IS SO NICE TO ME THANK YOU ;;u;; I really appreciate it. I've really loved coming up with my own interpretations and exploring some... alternate fun easter eggs for people to find. I'm intending on going back to add some to the other background posts at some point but shhh that's a secret.

TW: None

At first, he didn't notice. Really, he doesn't pay a lot of attention to that sort of thing. Rather, he noticed that you were physically affectionate with him and touchy with him. Yet, he assumed you were just like that. Why would he assume he was special in any way?

You know better than to assume this is stupidity. You are a companion, someone he respects- Plus his sense of social cues is a tad warped given his background. What might be obvious socially to someone else slips past his grasp.

It's when someone moved for a hug and he noticed your lukewarm response. The almost annoyance at being pressured into it. He wondered to ask if that person in particular had done something to make you unhappy or feel unsafe. Yet as he made more observations, he realized you distanced yourself from certain gestures. You didn't touch or imply a want for touch from others.

It puzzled him, particularly as you came by to lean your head against him, joking about him making a particularly good pillow. It wasn't his imagination, you had this tendency to be physically affectionate around him. He would rationalize it as him making you feel safe as a companion, at first. Logically, that makes the most sense.

That thought makes him feel... silly, when the true obvious answer became apparent. A little bit of flirting, real conversation and your affections suddenly make a lot more sense. Why would he assume you had romantic feelings for him? It's not his nature.

oh, pobrecita/o... You were so needy that entire time and he wasn't paying attention. Perhaps you should make sure he does this time. How much you only want to touch him! He feels honored. It's a fun little ego boost that he brings that out in you.

Expect the touching to be returned in kind. He's very physically affectionate in his own way. Lots of hands on your waist, fingers brushing over you, small stolen kisses. Only in private, but it adds to the special intimacy of it.