#pa no volver

[aullandote-noches-de-luna-llena]

¿Qué hago hablando del pasado si ya pasó?

[notninani]

bon for bakuwent(twitter)

[chubbky]

Aqui por si me borra o bloquea 🐝

[pastlight]

[soberaniasar]

[estefanyailen]

Le dije "abue" sin querer... por un momento me sentí inmersa en mis pensamientos y sentí un déjà vu, en tanto olores, situación, postura, la misma heladera, las mismas preguntas... estaba parada frente a una ventana, pero mentalmente viajé en el tiempo.

*ese inconsciente sí que habla*...

[bellflower-goat]

ayy no q feo asunto :(

[aullandote-noches-de-luna-llena]

Mira el monstruo que has creado sin corazón

[coctelmolotov]

¿Y pa' qué iba a volver a buscarme?

Si no echa de menos lo que hay por aquí

[madlittlecriminal]

yea after reading that you needed request and soooo yea i wanted to request something

SIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR kink with ceo!miguel x his employe (fem reader)

PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AND THANK UUUUUUUUUUU

Say That Again ⥓ CEO!Miguel O'Hara × PA!Female!Reader

i hope you like it anon!

Warnings: mention of miles, lyla and jess, smut, unprotected p in v, praise, desk sex

He didn't quite listen to what you were saying if he was being honest. You were going off about a lunch meeting tomorrow with Jess and Lyla about tech. You lost him when you uttered the three-letter word that drove him absolutely insane. He had a sir kink, but he wasn't one to advertise it. Then you, his personal assistant, came walking in with the meeting plans, but said 'sir' after you informed who would attend aside from him, Jess and Lyla. "Sorry to interrupt you, but can you backtrack for a moment?" You paused and looked up at him from your tablet that was given to you by the company.

"What did you say?" You looked back down at the tablet and then back at him. "About the new tech you wanted to present?" He shook his head. "Before that." You furrowed your brows. "Are you talking about when I called you 'sir,' boss?" He nodded as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. "You're the only one who's called me that in this building." You raise a brow. "I could've sworn I heard the new intern, Miles, call you that yesterday." He shrugged. "If he did, I didn't hear him." He admits before getting up from his chair and walking over to you. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you look up at him.

"Sir..." Miguel takes a deep breath as his eyes search your face. "You feel it too, don't you?" You gulp. "I mean, I know it's inappropriate to have a crush on your boss, but yes. I feel it too." He smirked and shrugged. "I mean, I personally don't think it's inappropriate if the feelings are reciprocated, but if you don't want to do anything or be anything, we don't have to." You place the tablet down and reach over to touch his wrists. "I want you, sir." He groaned before bringing you to his desk and placing you on it with ease.

"God, I love hearing you say that." You giggle before his lips meet your neck, kissing and licking it, his hands rubbing your thighs. You moan softly, enjoying the feeling he was giving you as your fingers tangled through his hair, while you tilt your head to the side to give him more access. He chuckled before bringing his hands to your shirt and unbuttoning it. Your free hand tugs on his tie making his eyes meet your as he removes your shirt and trailing kisses across your chest. You moaned, throwing your head back in pleasure. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, but now, you came in here, calling me that without a care in the world...fuck."

"Sir," Miguel growled with a nod. "Exactly." He lifted your pencil skirt and moaned at the sight of the straps from the garter belt. "Is this what you always wear to work?" You shrug with a smile. "Not the same one," he shook his head with a smirk. "Me vas a volver loco, bonita." (You're going to drive me crazy, beautiful.) You giggle before his lips meet yours again, his tongue sliding him your mouth as you undo his tie. He helps you unbutton his shirt before he takes it off and your hands quickly travel to his chest. "Who knew my boss was this fit." You spoke against his lips causing him to chuckle. "No, you knew all long. Don't act like you weren't curious."

You bite your lip as you run your fingers across his pecs with a nod. "Yeah, I was definitely curious, sir." He undid his pants, sliding them down and letting his cock spring free as he moved your soaked panties to the side. "You're lucky we don't have to leave with everyone else because the more you call me that, the more time we'll spend in this office." You spread your legs on the desk with a nod. "I wouldn't mind that, sir." He slides his cock in your entrance, the both of you moaning in unison. "My god, when was the last time you had someone inside you? You're so tight!" Your legs wrapped around his waist. "That doesn't matter. What matters is no one was as big as you."

He smirks before beginning to thrust into you. "You're mine now. All mine." You moan as you grip his biceps. "All yours, sir." He growled as his thrusts speed up a bit. Your fingers began digging into his biceps as you throw your head back in pleasure. "So fucking perfect f'me, baby." He muttered against your shoulder before nibbling it gently which was a huge contrast from how he as now pounding into your pussy. His name was leaving your lips like a prayer as you felt how deep he was. Miguel was practically panting as he continued pounding into you. "So wet, so tight. God, I want to stay here forever."

Miguel's thumb went to your clit and began rubbing circles on it as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "I want you to cum, baby. Want you to cum on my cock." You let out a cry of pleasure as you clench around him. One of your hands leave his bicep and to his hair, tugging on it as your eyes rolled back. His lips met yours again, tongue darting into your mouth as he continued trusting into you and rubbing your clit. You whimper slightly as you felt your thighs begin to shake. "That's right, my good girl. Cum f'me." His words were the last straw as you came hard. "Oh fuck!" His thrusts grew sloppy as he then reached his climax, finishing inside of you.

After you both caught your breaths, he rested his forehead against yours with a small smile. "From now on, only you can call me sir. ¿Vale?" (Okay?) You smile back. "And what if people get suspicious?" He shrugs. "As long as they know you're not available, I don't care." You giggle. "And you?" He tilts his head to the side. "Me? People can keep trying, but they never succeeded. You're mine and I'm yours." You nodded. "Yes sir." He hums softly while biting his lip, his cock twitching inside of you. "You're playing a dangerous game right now, gorgeous." You lay on the desk while looking up at him. "I know, sir."

[earthmoonz]

WIFEY. PT 2 | EP ONE (1.2)

start / previous / next [haven't read part one?]

(transcript below)

(Lena): Tenemos suerte de que no estén ocupados, ese tráfico era horrible. [We’re lucky they’re not busy, that traffic was awful.]

(Amara): Lo era, no lo he echado de menos en absoluto... ¿Has estado aquí antes? La comida parece deliciosa.

[It was, I haven’t missed it all… Have you been here before? The food looks delicious.]

(Lena): No lo he hecho…No he tenido tiempo. [I haven't…not really had the time.]

(Amara): Es una pena. La comida aquí viene muy recomendada por Richard, así que confío en que la disfrutaremos.

[That’s a shame. The food here comes highly recommended from Richard, so I trust we’ll enjoy it.]

(Lena): ¿Desde cuándo vuelves a trabajar con Richard? [Since when were you working with Richard again?]

(Amara): ¿Dije que estaba relacionado con el trabajo mija? [Did I say it was work related?]

(Lena): Mami, ¿qué es esto? ¿Te has pasado los últimos cuatro años jurando no volver a pisar la ciudad y ahora de repente estás aquí como si fuera normal?

[Mum, what is this? You’ve spent the last four years vowing to never set foot in the city again and now you’re here out of the blue like it’s normal?]

(Amara): Contigo siempre son negocios. Igual que tu pa- Ejem. Te sacaré de tu miseria. Me haré cargo de la operación. Te quiero a mi lado cuando lo haga.

[It’s always business with you. Just like your fa-[Off Lena’s sharp look] Ahem. I’ll put you out of your misery. I’m taking over the operation. I want you by my side when I do.]

(Lena): ¿Perdón? [Sorry?]

(Amara): Ya me has oído. Tu hermano ya no es viable, los accionistas quieren retirarse y el sueño de tu padre ha fracasado. Ahora es mi turno. Es nuestro.

[You heard me. Your brother is no longer viable, the shareholders want to pull out and your father’s dream has failed. It’s my turn now. It’s ours.]

(Lena): [In english, stunned] I…I don’t know what to say.

(Amara): So let’s eat. It’s no good to talk business on an empty stomach.

[torbellino1]

𝕹𝖚𝖇𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖙𝖔

Domando cometas, entre asteroides y planetas

noches violentas, derramo tinta como un poeta

entre rimas y líneas, bajo la tormenta

Tus ojos un laberinto sin descifrar, lunares de tu cara que no

puedo olvidar, eres la musa bipolar que uso para dibujar,

mil papiros de como tus labios solía besar, tu alma acariciar,

tu cuerpo desnudar y escuchar en tus abrazos con gemidos

que siempre me ibas amar, pero el tiempo sabe,

cuanto dura el amor en una eternidad, lo que tienes debes de

cuidar o todo se pierde, somos dementes, alucinando diferentes

realidades, en mi mente fuimos un par de amantes coleccionando

sensaciones, caminando por constelaciones, sin importar las

direcciones y en tu mente era el títere que usabas para divertirte,

en tus mentiras no vuelvo a sumergirme, me buscas pa´ volver,

así es como vives, no te gusta perder, lo que das recibes,

los besos del anochecer son cosa del ayer,no me volverás a ver,

en mi nube de grifito cual ave me iré al amanecer,

no me culpes mujer, tu fuiste quien echo todo a perder

Domando cometas, entre asteroides y planetas

noches violentas, derramo tinta como un poeta

entre rimas y líneas, bajo la tormenta

Síntomas de toxicómano, algo cotidiano, salgo de mi cuerpo a

diario pa´ despejar pensamientos de grafómano, sentado en mi

nube de grito escribo en mi diario, como por el espacio sideral voy

volando, estrellas coleccionando a diario, diablas que mienten

haberme amado, ángeles que mis labios han quemado,

del tiempo escapando, mientras que con la muerte converso,

lo inverso del universo y el peso de cada uno de mis versos,

soy su reo que redacta cruda poesía de cada oscuro suceso,

esclavo de los sentimientos inmersos en cada uno de los

demonios de mis excesos, pienso, será el mejor proceso

para sacar de mi esta catarsis con propósito perverso,

soy de color gris entre estas nubes de grafito,

en su corriente me elevo hasta que con ellas me desvanezco

[aullandote-noches-de-luna-llena]

Antidepresivos, licores caros

[imlovewithpixels]

"Childhood Sweethearts"

-Miles Morales/ 42!Miles x Fem!Reader

Y/N had a crush on Miles since always, and something inside her tell her that they were meant to be together. She just knew

(( Remember that my request are OPEN - Spanish or English, please ASK ME ANYTHING, tALK TO ME AND LEAVE A COMENT IF YOU LIKE UU))

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 My first language is not English, so I apologize for any grammatical error.

...

— Nana, quiero volver a casa.— The little girl grips her grandma, her eyes tearing as she walks next to her with her big pink backpack. 

— Mi niña , esta es tu casa ahora, ¿si? Tus papis hicieron un gran esfuerzo en traerte aca.— The old woman whispers, carefully picking her word as she looks at the little girl. She guided Y/n through the stair until the third food when her house was as she made way for her to enter. 

— No me gusta aca, todos hablan raro…— Y/n said pouting, her little hand gripping her shirt. 

— Te acostumbraras , nena. — Those words stuck in her mind as the girl tried to adjust to her first week in New York, which was horrible. Most of the kids laugh at her for her accent or ignorance of English, she only could be comfortable next to her grandma and misses the rest of her family every day, almost crying to sleep. — Doña Carmen, here I have some of your pills.— A pretty woman enters the house as Y/n hides, listening to the weird words that came from her mouth. Rio noticed her as she smiled. 

— Hi, baby. Is she your grandchild? What's your name, bonita?— The woman talk to her, Y/n catch the little accent, but she was unsure. 

— Tu nombre mija. — Her grandma explained to her. — Sorry, she does not catch el English yet, se acostumbrara…espero. — 

— Ay, mi vida, perdon ¿ Asi que hablas español? —

— Si señora…— Y/n was happier to speak spanish. 

— Tonces traere a mi hijo pa’ que juegue contigo, se llevaran bien. — At that moment, Y/n eventually became friends with Miles, almost clingy with the sweet little boy that he was. They draw together, she helps him in his first stages with graffiti, and she also gets used to living around New York and speaking English. But of course, everything is not always fine. Y/n has this gigantic crush on Miles, she was the only girl around him and was kind and flirty with him while they grow up, it was almost obvious to everyone that they would end up together. 

Even his uncle Aaron approved of their future relationship. And then, Miles enters his stupid private school and leaves her behind

...

…

— I can’t believe this shit, esta hablando con esa gringa.— Y/n complains to her friend. She had been expecting this party for a long time, she hadn't seen Miles in a while, and she wanted to spend some time with him again. 

Was she clingy? Maybe, but she was always there for him. When his uncle dies, on his birthday when she bought him an exclusive collection figure and always tries to make sure that he was ok. But, that stupid boy lied to her face, he was hiding something, of her, of her mom and dad. 

He always disappeared out of nowhere. 

La señora Rio even thought for a moment that he was on drugs, but Miles was not that type of guy. She knew that he would be late with the cake, so she bring one of her own, just in case. 

She tried to be at his side, not only because of her crush on the boy but because they were friends. Or at least, that is what she thought. 

— Y/n, relax girl. That blondie has nothing compared to you. — Her friend said, smiling comforting. Oh yeah, and now, that Gwanda came out of nothing, from who knows what part of Africa to be with him. 

Both girls saw how Ms. Morales and his husband started talking to Gwanda. Y/n keep giving her a sour look until Rio looks at her and calls her. 

— Show her who would be a Morales! — Her friend pushes him to the little balcony. Y/n put on her best smile, even if she already say hi to the couple, and then she turned with her most cute face to Miles. — Miles, no te he visto en varias semanas, how are you doing? — She throw herself to hug the boy, god l, he was so tall now. Her cheeks were a little red as she kiss Miles’s cheeks. She could feel the blond’s eyes on her, but she didn’t mind. 

— Yea, Ms. Morales, ¿que pasa? — She said, ignoring Gwanda.

— Nothing, mija, Y/n dear, I just wonder that you didn’t greet my Miles.— She said winking to Y/N. — And his amiguita. — Her tone became a little challenging. — Mama! — Miles groans embarrassed. 

— Oh yeah, Gwinda, right?  — Y/n put a superior smile as she also walks to kiss Gwanda’s cheek, her tone a little sarcastic. — A pleasure to meet you. —

The blonde stood there, she was taken aback. 

— G-Gwen… I mean, Gwanda. It’s a pleasure too…— 

— Y/n. — 

— Y/n , yeah! Is good to see another friend of Miles. — Her tone was genuine, Y/N knew it, but it still hurt. 

— Yeah, I know him since we were chamacos. Right, Miles? — She turned immediately back to the boy. He was embarrassed, but Y/N couldn't say if it was because of the situation or because he felt ashamed to be around that gringa.  — Y-Yeah, Y/n is a good friend of mine. — He said, smiling at her sweet as honey.

It was not until Gwen left nervous that Y/N notice how Miles’ smile faded slowly, looking at the way the blonde went. 

God, how it hurt. 

…

Miles didn’t know what to do, he was seeing another version of himself in front of him. He didn’t have time for this! He needed to go to his universe and save his dad. 

He needed to escape and he was about to do it, the electricity running through his fingers, he just need it to touch the chain and…

— Miles Gonzalo Morales, I’ve been waiting for you too since a half hour ago! — a female voice interrupts the scene. Miles could hear it from behind “Shit.” His uncle Aaron said nervously. 

Something in the confident facade of the other Miles broke, and he looked concerned. — In what mess did you end now? Dios mio, no se que espero de ti, en serio. Who did you chain this time? — The steps were decisive, a familiar fragrance reach Miles, and before he could say something, she look at your eyes. — Y/n? — Miles mumbled confused, as the girl kept freezing, looking at him and then at the other Miles. — The fuck? Babe, is this…you? —

— Ma, not now. — Miles grew, trying to push her away. 

— No no, nothing like that! Que mierda es eso? — Y/n look….almost the same, she was wearing a big jacket and Miles could see a gun underneath it. — Also, we had a mission today and you left me alone in the middle of nowhere waiting like a dumb. — She said hardly, pointing at Miles’ chest. 

— The kid was supposed to tell you. — Aaron said, looking away. 

— You! No, babe, he’s lying, he was supposed to text you. — Miles defends himself. 

Y/n scoffed, looking again at the Miles attached to the punching bag. 

— You are? — She asks, her eyes relaxing and turning her head curious. 

— M-Miles, from another universe. I need to go home, Y/n, you should not be around, it’s dangerous and… —

— Why is he tied up?— 

— Babe, can you let me do my things? Let this in my hand, come on. — Miles took the girl by her hands and kissed her palm. She simply pulls away, frowning. — He’s dangerous, Ma. — 

— He? If he looks like a poor and lost puppy. — She said, looking back to Miles on the punching bag. Her eyes were…warm, she smiled softly, looking curios and poking his cheek. 

Her hand was caught by the other one, he was mad.

— Ma, don’t touch him. —

— Why? he’s you….— She pout. — You’re not planning on killing him or something like that.— She smiled. 

Aaron scoff as the room filled with silence. 

— You’re planning something? —

— Babe, calm down, this bastard has everything. Tiene a su papa vivo, una buena casa, miralo! He probably has you too, why do I have to be the one who is the bad here? — Miles growled, his grip tight on her hands. 

Y/n sighed, looking at him and she leaned softly to kiss him. She gave him a peck on his lips as she smiled. 

— Bebito, solo dejalo ir, nothing is gonna change if you keep him here. If you had the opportunity…hey look at me, wouldn’t you do the same?  — She smiles, taking his cheeks in her hands. — Also, if he had me too, in his universe, I’ll be worried sick if he's not around. You want me to feel like that. — Her tone was childish as she hug Miles with those pretty eyes that he could not say no. Miles scoff at her last sentence. The boy with the braid turns his attention to him, his gaze piercing his chest. — Did you laugh? what was that?—

— Papi….— Y/N said, giving him a disapproved look. 

— S-Sorry, that just sounded weird…My Y/N…well, she’s not into me, we’re not a thing. Just friends.— He said nervous. — Someone is too scared to ask her out? — Miles put his hand around Y/n’s waist as he smirked at Miles, the other one blushing. 

— N-No, just…I’m not into her and she’s not into me either so…— 

He explains carefully, the teen next to Y/n giving him the nasties look ever. He was about to speak, gripping his girl’s body until Y/n speak. 

— Believe me, I’m into you….well, she, she’s into you. — She said softly. 

— Babe, the kid’s right, why would you be into him? You only have good taste. — Miles kisses her cheeks as Y/N giggles.

— Gosh, Miles. I’m into you since we were ten. Don’t worry, este baboso didn’t notice it either.  — She said, rolling her eyes, you two are not that different. — She crosses her eyes, looking back at the chained Miles. — So yeah, she likes you. I would like you too, you’re cute.— She wink at him. 

Miles blush softly. 

— Ma…— Miles pushes Y/N against him again, his arms protective as he look bad at Miles. 

— Also, you’re totally into her too, if Y/n is as pretty as this one…—

— oh, she is. — Miles adds, unconsciously. 

— Well, in that case, You don’t know what you’re missing. — his voice was more directed to Y/n. He started to kiss her as the girl lit, trying to pull apart. 

Aaron just rolls his eyes, used to them. 

But Miles… simply stood there. 

Cause on the one hand. You had a crush on him for that long?

And in the other….geez, you look cute when you smile and your cheeks were blushed like that. 

…

E X T R A: 

Shit….shit! 

Gwen was taken back, not just because of the food at Mile’s party, but because of one girl that was looking at her the entire time. It makes her feel… nervous, a lot. The girl was just so pretty. Why was she looking at her? Should she ask Miles to present her to Gwen?

And then, she smiled, god! her smile was just so enchanting that Gwen was so nervous, she could feel melting on her stops. 

“Y/n…” her name will be grabbed on her mind. She said her name!

Well technically, she said Gwanda, but it was the same. And it sounded good in her accent. 

Yeah, Gwen develops a crush in the most award moment and with the most impossible person ever. But still, she catches a glimpse of Y/n's lovely face before going away from Mile’s building. 

She could think of her later. 

She got an anomaly to catch. 

...

Thanks for reading, I'll probably make a second part...and another like. Side-storyline with Gwen.

I'm too lazy to traduce the spanich prases, sorry. But basically Y/n came from latin america and since she didn't knew english, she became friend with Miles <3

Leave a comment if you liked, a request or any anon message

Besitos a todo el mundo.

Truly yours, Astrid.

[efimera-lunar-intemporal]

Soy

Soy la que noches atrás

soñaba con un corazón roto

con dejar de respirar

respirando sólo pena y olvido

soy la que no dormía por llorar

y llorando amanecía

soy aquella

que se sentía menor

que una insulsa pesadilla

soy aquella

que pidió ayuda después

de que el mundo se le cayó a pedazos

soy aquella

que tuvo que hablar de lo cruel

y de lo triste con un extraño

soy aquella

que escribió en un papel

cuánto te amaba

y como la hiciste pedazos

soy aquella

que descubrió que era cruel

consigo misma por estarte amando

soy aquella

que empezó a sanar

y a querer salir de un hoyo gris

soy aquella

que comenzó a escribir

que hizo maletas y se alejó de ti

soy aquella

que ahora ama la vida

y que aprendió a vivir con heridas

que ya no la hacen sangrar

soy tu puto ave fénix cariño

recuérdame que yo

ya te olvidé pa no volver

nunca, nunca más.

Efimera Lunar Intemporal