#para gliding

[thesolitudestays]

Things to Do in Bir-Billing

Bir Billing is a quaint little town located in the Kangra district of Himachal Pradesh. While Bir-Billing is widely known as the ‘Paragliding capital of India’, there is so much more it has to offer. From rich cultural experiences and authentic Tibetan food, to amazing treks and hikes, Bir-Billing has something for everyone! Read on to find out how you can make the most of your visit to this region!

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[andrasthehun]

Career Advice 2024

July 19, 2024 At Reser Stadium, Oregon State University, in Corvallis, OR, ex-OSU football player Steve Jackson delivered a commencement speech that was more than just advice. It was a call to action, a call to travel and discover oneself. The stadium was hushed as the students absorbed Jackson’s powerful message, drawn from his own transformative experiences.  His speech resonated deeply with…

[barfscarf]

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[mapis-putellas]

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉/𝑨.𝑷𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔

Alexia was sprawled across the couch, her head resting comfortably on your lap, her legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. The TV was on, but neither of you was paying much attention to it. You had one hand absently stroking her hair while the other lightly traced shapes on her back beneath her hoodie.

It had been a long day for her with both training and media duties, but now she looked perfectly at peace, her eyes half-closed, her breathing steady, almost as though she was only second away to succumbing to sleep. You smiled to yourself as you shifted your fingers just slightly, drawing the shape of a heart between her shoulder blades.

"Guess," you murmured softly, your voice breaking the comfortable silence.

Alexia's brow furrowed, her lips curving into a faint smile as she tilted her head to look up at you. "Mmm... un círculo?"

You snorted, shaking your head. "No, it was a heart, silly. Pay attention."

Her smile widened, but she didn't open her eyes. "Lo siento," she mumbled lazily, pressing a kiss to your thigh. "Try again?"

You rolled your eyes fondly and began to trace another shape. This time, you drew a star, your fingers gliding lightly over the warm skin of her back.

"Guess," you prompted again, glancing down at her.

Alexia stayed silent for a moment, then hummed. "Hmm... una flor?"

"Alexia," you groaned playfully, flicking the back of her head lightly. "You're not even trying!"

She chuckled, her voice low and a little raspy. "I like it when you do this. Why guess?"

"Because it's a game," you countered, drawing an imaginary line down her spine and watching her shiver beneath your touch. "And you're supposed to play along."

She turned her head slightly, peeking up at you with a small pout. "But I like when you tickle my back."

You laughed softly. "Okay, how about this? If you guess properly, I promise I'll keep tickling your back afterwards. Deal?"

She seemed to consider this, her lips pursing slightly before she nodded. "Vale," she agreed, settling her head back down on your lap.

"Good," you said, your fingers moving again. This time, you wrote the word "love" in English, carefully tracing each letter.

Alexia shifted a little beneath your touch, clearly paying attention now. When you finished, she was silent for a moment before turning her head to look up at you.

"'Love'?" she guessed.

You beamed at her, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from her face. "Yes! See? That wasn't so hard."

Her lips twitched in a satisfied smile as she nestled her head against your lap again. "Okay, otra vez."

You obliged, this time drawing a simple smiley face on her back.

She laughed softly. "Easy. Una cara feliz."

"Correct," you said, grinning as your fingers started another pattern. You kept the game going, drawing hearts, stars, and even letters from both Spanish and English. Alexia guessed most of them right, and when she didn't, it was because she was deliberately trying to prolong the moment.

After a while, you leaned forward slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You're cute, you know that?"

Alexia tilted her head back to look at you, eyes warm and full of affection. "Tú más," she said simply, her English slipping into Spanish as it often did when she was this relaxed.

You laughed softly, tracing one last word on her back: "forever."

"Para siempre," she murmured without hesitation, her voice quiet but certain.

Your heart swelled as she turned her body slightly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You slip an arm beneath her neck and shoulders, hoisting her up a little so more or her torso was resting in your lap and her head was resting against your chest.

Just like you promised, you slip your hand back beneath her hoodie and begin grazing your fingers up and down her back. You feel her exhale of content through the material of your shirt, and you knew she'd be asleep in just a matter of moments.

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[tommydarlings]

pretty mess | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, overstimulation, dacryphilia

w/c: 0.6k

summary: carlos loves overstimulating you while you cry and beg for him.

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You were so far gone already as you threw your head back and moaned, palms fisting the bedsheets beneath your sweating body as your entire body shook with pleasure and also a bit of pain.

Carlos buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting his nose run along your skin as he chuckled into your neck, “C‘mon, do it again cariño, cum for me again, know you can,” he nodded before he bit your neck, letting his tongue glide over the spot he just bit.

You groaned, fisting his dark hair with your other hand now, “C-Carlos, I don’t think I-”

“I know you can… and you know that as well,” he nodded with a mean smirk, lips only slightly dancing over the skin of your neck and collarbones, “No me mientas, no me mientas, joder,” don’t lie to me, don’t fucking lie to me.

The Spaniard shook his head as he felt your soft hand pulling on his hair in utter desperation while his long fingers went in and out of your drenched cunt, collecting some juice and rubbing your pearly clit with it before he shoved them mercilessly back into you.

“Oh g-god, Carlos!” Your legs started shaking next to his arm, tears blurring your vision as you were only able to stared at the ceiling.

Carlos licked his lips before he attacked your neck and collarbone area again, marking your skin up with bites and kisses,

“just like that… so fucking tight and wet, dios mío,” good god, Carlos mumbled under his breath as he glanced down at your clenching pussy around his two fingers, “don’t hold back, baby, want you to cum again, c‘mon,” he looked up at your trembling figure with dark eyes.

You gasped as your breathing quickened, “B-But I already came so m-many times, p-please,” you cried out in a hoarse tone.

Your boyfriend kissed your neck again before he smiled wickedly, “Oh but that’s doesn’t matter, cariño,” he shook his head, kissing your collarbones with closed eyes as his hand picked its pace up, making you wildly throw your head back again, “you’re gonna cum as many times as I want, are we clear?” He asked in a raspy tone.

You shook your head but Carlos only continuously nodded his head with an evil smile, “oh yes, you will,” he looked up at you through dark pupils, “Lo harás, cariño.“ you will, baby.

Then, Carlos glanced down at his wet fingers again, biting his lip as he noticed how they’re all covered in your arousal,

“Look at that, my pretty girl,” he grinned before he leaned down and quickly licked his fingers clean before he shoved them back into you with a groan, “such a beautiful mess I’ve created, fuck,” he breathed out as he watched how his long fingers stretched your tight entrance out.

You loudly whined in a high pitched tone, desperately trying to squeeze the tears out of your eyes,

“you’re taking it so good, tan jodidamente bueno para mí,” so fucking good for me, your boyfriend smirked down at your clenching pussy before he impulsively gave your wet clit and open-mouthed kiss, making you unintentionally jump at the sudden feeling of his big lips on your clit.

You pathetically tried to push his head with your shaking hands away, but Carlos didn’t move an inch, not even for a single second, while you continued whining and crying, repeatedly panting his name in between the small cries of pain and pleasure.

Carlos chucked into your pussy, neither mouth nor tongue leaving you alone, “trying to get me away from you, huh? Guess you’ll have to try harder than that, cariño…I won’t go anywhere,” he mumbled before he went back to sucking and flicking your clit like a starved man.

[2-dsimp]

omg zombie?? Rotting companion when?? I wonder if he's the slow type or the "I may be decomposing but I can sprint at a full 20 km/h" kind of guy

I luv zombiesss

-andwy tiddy hater

Cw: Heavy angst, obsessive/possessive tendencies, your boyfriend turning into a lovelorn zombie.

Synopsis: Soma, your boyfriend, happened to be the number one gamer in the world due to the fact that nobody could beat him at video games. Nobody except for his Lovely player two who he absolutely adores. One day during a zombie mob flash he sacrificed himself and got bitten in your stead so that you may live another day. Now as time passed, he was set to roam the streets as an undead zombie. Waiting to see you again to ensure that he won’t ever let the both of you be separated again. Not over his half dead body.

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Soma, your boyfriend, is always so eccentric but sweet at the same time. He’d always make sure to mark down your important days on his calendar just to make sure he never misses a moment in his darling’s life. Which is everyday, from the moment you wake up down to the moment you close your eyes goodnight.

The Pro Gamers journal is filled with borderline obsessive scribbles of him recording the way that you sleep. And listing a bunch of observations about how adorable you looked curled up or sprawled out like a starfish. Not only that he takes the time to analyze and document every bit of your habits as if you he’s a biologist and you happened to be his precious specimen.

Either way no matter if you’re asleep or awake his hands won’t grow tired of drawing portraits of you. Within his sketchbook he used as an excuse to highlight gaming mechanics to his team. He’s pretty freighting when it comes to it, if you ask anyone on his team. They’d tell you to not even try and reach out towards it for a better look, since you get an automatic knee to the face.

“Oh my bad didn’t ya say that you wanted a close up of my combo breaker? Hmm? Not in irl? Well you Shoulda been more specific my guy”

Fast forward a few months, It all happened so suddenly when your part of town got hit with an unknown anomaly from a parasitic animal. That escaped from Devildom into the human realm. Successfully kickstarting a disease which made those who aren’t familiar with its origins. To fall into a frenzied state of loss consciousness and inability to control of one’s body.

During the earliest stages of the infection that spreading through your quaint city. Which was thankfully isolated from the rest to prevent even more of an outbreak. You were on a date with your boyfriend who was such a advocate for being spontaneous. Soma loved to surprise you with fun outings like going to amusement parks, para gliding, bungee jumping, kayaking, you name it.

But this time he wanted to give you a breather and take you on a lowkey cute date at a nearby cafe. Soma had an arm around your hip squeezing it lightly while he leaned against you like an over grown puppy.

“Lovie I’m so lucky to have you~ I don’t ever wanna live a day without being able to hold you, love you, kiss you, n fu—“

“Oh we’re here already! You excited to try out those cute menu items you’ve been fangirling about hun?”

Your boyfriend exclaimed giddily oftentimes having a habit of rambling on about how much he adores you on a daily basis. He went to open the door for you right after pressing a hungry kiss to your lips. It was something he always did before he had to leave your side even for just a brief moment.

Since he was paranoid in the fact that anything could happen to his cherished relationship with you. And he’d rather not it happen without him kissing you one last time.

You guys had just entered the door only to be met with a the rabid eyes and foaming mouths of the former patrons that dined there. It wasn’t any help that this cafe was jammed packed due to their popularity so it’d only take a split second for you to get snatched up by one of the infected standing in line.

You could barely register the way you were shoved out of the store by your boyfriend in an attempt to guard you from being taken by the horde. You stumbled outside the glass doors eyes wide with shock as you witnessed. A different side of Soma that you’ve never seen before, one that had him going batshit crazy.

Seeing how those filthy hands tried to take you away from him. Had him going off on a tangent about how he’d kill them twice over, for even trying to touch a single hair on your head. Claiming how you were his and his only and that nothing on heaven nor earth would change it.

Despite being outnumbered he put up one hell of a fight knocking the parasites down one by one into eventually one of them took a chance to bit his fist that he used to sucker punch their teeth out.

“Man you guys sure are tenacious for a bunch of deadweight…Shit just my luck”

Soma sighed, as if it was only a minor convenience that he’d gotten bitten. But nonetheless he kept letting his fist and legs fly not stopping until every single undead bastard was on the ground. Thanks to his self defense classes in karate.

It was only a matter of time before they got back up again so he turned around to give you a relaxed expression. A bright loving grin on his face as he asked you a simple question. While his veins became more prominent on his skin appearing in an abnormal pigment.

“Would you still love me as a zombie babes?”

You could only sob saying yes frantically as you watched your loved one turn into a different being. At your answer he let out a flippant sigh of relief before continuing to lock himself inside the restaurant. Using the key that was hanging off the hip of an employee he stunned.

“Good, then you’d better watch your back since whether im dead or alive I’d still be crazy in love with you baby.”

The gamer said in a soft tone that had a darkened edge to it, almost as if he wasn’t just trying to lighten up the mood with one of his lighthearted quips. But was issuing you an actual warning to beware of if you ever came across him while he wasn’t in control of himself.

Now go, your eyes should see only good things. And I’m afraid it’s gonna be ugly for me, Ah wait! Before you go…Give me kiss?”

Soma asked with a boyish grin pressing his face against the glass door with his lips puckered. As he waggled his eyebrows at you. It made you pissed off to say the least at how he was treating this a some kind of joke.

But you couldn’t help but notice his body twitching sporadically which was a telltale sign of how anxious he was. How scared he was of losing you. And how terrifying he’d be once he turned knowing that there’d be nothing to hold him back from showing his purest form of love for you.

Your boyfriend was already internally battling the urge to pull you against him. So you’d never leave his sight, that you two would be together forever regardless of death since nothing could ever change the way his heart beats purely for you. So just one more kiss, no matter if There’s a thin glass barrier, he just wants to be close to you, to somewhat feel you before his body shuts down on him.

You scrambled to press yourself against the door your palm on top of his. You gave him one last longing gaze, beforehand pressing your lips against the glass. Not noticing how he was just unblinkingly staring at your reflection. Burning the image of you so deeply into his mind that even if his critical thinking perished he’d never ever forget you even in death.

You were hesitant to leave him wanting to stay until his final hours but he childishly shooed you away. Claiming that he doesn’t want you to see him become an uggo version of himself. Since glowing down in front of his beau would be immensely embarrassing. He couldn’t help but feel a cruel twist of satisfaction seeing your reluctance to leave his side and those pretty eyes of yours welling up with tears meant only for him.

“We’ll meet again soon Lovie, mark my words, if you think I’d ever leave you alone then you’ve got another thing coming… So make sure to do your best until I come to make you mine once more permanently”

A few days later, the infection took hold of him but not in a way he was expecting. Sure he may have lost some of his humanity, but for a strange reason. The pro gamer still retained some fragments of his consciousness. His head was pounding from your name, invading his headspace. With every pulse of his brain that was fried at the moment.

Soma chuffed with a crooked grin, as he suspected not even death would take away his inherent need for you. Nor could it ever make it cease to be. He had to find you, sure it was selfish but he can’t stop from obsessing over your very being ingrained in his hazy memory. Where only the images of you were clear as can be.

Breaking the lock with his newly found inhuman strength, he became a half mindless zombie. Who actively searches for his you like a moth to a flame. Tearing everything and anything apart that stands in his way.

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A/n: if you want to see more of your undead boyfriend feel free to send in an ask 👀

[tightjeansjavi]

worship

A/N: last night..I was hornknee on the main and this was the result

~word count: 1.5k~

Summary: cock worship with Frankie Morales

Pairing | Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: smut with no plot, cock worship, body worship, handjob, mutual masturbation, filthy talk, oral (female receiving) subby!frankie vibes, intimacy, established relationship, fluff, soft!frankie, boyfriend!frankie, no age gap, reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color or body type, translated Spanish from both Frankie and the reader. Pet names: querida, cariño, princesa, hermosa. +18 minors dni!

paciencia - patience

No es necesario mi amor - not necessary, my love

es necesario para mí, Frankie - its necessary to me, frankie

tócame, querida. Por favor - touch me, darling. Please.

“Baby, I want tonight to be all about you, okay?” Your boyfriend, Frankie Morales has always been a people pleaser in every aspect. Even though you have reminded him at least 100 times in the bedroom that his pleasure is also important, he always brushes it off and turns the attention back on you.

Well, tonight is going to be different. You’re going to show him just how much he really means to you.

“Hermosa,” he softly rasps. “I feel good when you feel good. You don’t have to provide me with any special attention, baby.”

You lean over his chest and gently press your pointer finger against the seam of his plush lips. “Shh. Please, Frankie. I want to show you just how much I really love you, and your cock.”

He’s stunned to say the least. His brows raise in unison as he brushes his hand across the apex of your bare thighs, stroking his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion. He visibly swallows hard, eyes flitting upwards to meet your gaze. “Querida, No es necesario, mi amor.”

You replace your finger with your lips, kissing him sweetly as your fingers gently skate across the patches of his beard. “es necesario para mí, Frankie.”

He licks into your mouth at a snail's pace so he can really get a taste of you on his tongue while your hand drifts slowly to his lap where his half-hard cock lay beneath the soft confines of his sweats.

“Hard for you already, querida.” His breath catches in his throat when you delicately trace the outline of his cock with the tip of your nail. His hips shift upwards, already desperate for more contact.

“I know, baby.” You smile into the kiss, letting out a breathy, soft sigh when he gradually presses your thighs open further for easier access. The panties adorning your body are a pair that he picked out himself, and you looked so beautiful in them.

“Can we keep these on, princesa?” He hums, low and deep as his fingers toy with the little pink bow at the hem of your panties. “The lace looks so pretty on you, baby.” He hooks his thumb through the elastic and snaps it back playfully, eliciting giggle to slip past your lips while your own fingers trail upwards, drawing patterns through the dark, coarse hair on his happy trail. His stomach clenches inwards from your feather light touch.

“Cariño.” You coo, “This night is about you, Frankie. If you’d like for me to keep them on, then I’ll keep them on for you.” You lightly gasp into the connected kiss when his fingers slowly glide upwards against the covered seam of your pussy. He breaks the kiss away momentarily, only so he can glance down and see just how wet you’ve grown for him already. He licks his lips, wetting them before he’s drawn back to his own pleasure as you nip playfully at the junction where his neck meets his collarbone. Teeth graze his bronzed skin as you bite down, drawing blood to the surface. His head tilts to the side to allow you better access to his skin. His lashes flutter shut, lips parting as he moans softly.

You trail your lips further, teasing, biting at his collarbones, and slide your hand southwards. His cock twitches in excitement as you make quick work of pushing his sweats down just enough to free his cock.

His hot breath fans your face when one large hand comes to grasp your jaw, pulling your face back upwards to his lips to meet in a bruising kiss.

“tócame, querida. Por favor.” He whimpers through the kiss, hips bucking upwards when he doesn’t immediately feel your soft touch.

There isn’t a minute in the day where Frankie doesn’t yearn for you, and your touch. He thinks about you morning, afternoon, night, and even in his dreams.

“Paciencia.” You tsk playfully under your breath and slowly slide your hand down the underside of his cock, feeling every vein and ridge beneath the soft pads of your fingertips.

He huffs through his nose, a chuckle vibrating up his chest as he shakily inhales your tongue licking into his mouth. “That’s my line, querida.”

“Hush, baby. Let me take care of you, Frankie. Let me take care of you and your pretty cock.” You drop your hand further, gently cupping his balls, squeezing them delicately, earning another breathy moan to escape his lips.

His head slowly falls back against the plush pillows. If his eyes weren’t shut in bliss already, they would be rolling back into his skull. His fingers begin to toy with your covered clit in languid, circular motions. He loves playing with you like this, feeling your slickness begin to build, and your pussy flutter.

“I’m so fucking hard for you, cariño. And your pretty pussy is so wet for me.” He’s already salivating for a taste, to bury his head between your thighs and delve into his favorite meal of the day; you.

“Feels so good, Frankie.” You praise him adoringly. “Does it turn you on when I say that you have such a pretty cock? It’s so beautiful, cariño. You’re so beautiful.” You gush, kissing him deeper as his hand cradling your face pulls you in even closer. If he could, he’d crawl inside of you and stay there forever.

“Fuuck.” He skin flushes from your words, cheeks turning ruby red, heart swelling in his chest as his thumb gently strokes your jawline. “Tell me I have a pretty cock again, please.”

You drag your hand upwards once more, hand wrapping around the base of his cock as you slowly twist your wrist in a corkscrew motion. You can feel him growing harder in your palm as your thumb swipes across the ruddy head, collecting pearls of precum that have begun to leak and dribble down the underside of his shaft.

“You have the prettiest cock I have ever seen, Frankie.”

His hips buck upwards into your hand pathetically as he whimpers your name over, and over again.

His mental state is at the most vulnerable, yet he has never felt more safe than with you. His lips break away from the kiss, a string of saliva keeps you both connected for a moment, like an invisible string. His head tilts down, cheek resting against the crook of your shoulder, hot breath kisses your skin as he lets himself fully indulge in unabashed pleasure.

“I’m so lucky to have you, cariño. Y-you’re so beautiful, and good to me.” He chokes out, teeth grazing your shoulder as he bites down. His fingers on your pussy begin to pick up their pace, wanting you to feel the same level of pleasure that he is experiencing. His attention stays focused on your clit, and between the steady pressure, and the fabric adding friction, you’re close to hitting your own high.

“You’re so pretty, Frankie. Always so pretty, but even more when you’re on the edge of coming.” You whisper as your freehand rests along his bare shoulder, before slowly sliding into his hair, playing with the soft curls at the back of his head, nails scraping at his scalp.

Perspiration has already begun to build and pool along his bronzed skin. Shiny, wet, slick, needy.

He bites down on your shoulder harder, drawing blood to the surface, eyes squeezed shut, whimpers falling against your skin.

“Oh fuck. I’m going to come, querida. I’m—I'm so close, baby.” He groans as you pump your wrist faster, feeling his cock tense and pulse around your palm.

“Good boy, Cariño. Come for me, Frankie.” You breathlessly request, and he obeys, letting himself go, crying out your name as he paints your hand and his bare stomach in his release.

His softened cock laid still against his stomach, chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. You kissed him sweetly, brushing a few stray curls that were stuck to his forehead with sweat.

His eyes were hooded as he watched your lips descend down his body, between his pecs, down his stomach. You dragged your tongue through his release, lapping every drop up from his sweat stained skin before his strong arms were pulling you back up to his face.

Even in his post-orgasm haze, his kisses were desperate as he tasted himself along your tongue.

“My turn.” He whispered and grabbed ahold of the hem of your ruined panties and yanked them down in a haste.

You couldn’t help but giggle when you felt his curls tickle the inside of your thighs, and the light, gentle scrape of his patchy beard against your sensitive skin.

He spelled his name out against your clit, over and over again, till you positively had nothing left to give him.

In the midst of it all, he found himself growing hard again, and eager, very eager, but now he focused on worshiping you, the same way you worshiped him. He came again with his hips rutting into the comforter as you leaked onto his tongue.

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[sthavoc]

Hey! Looove your blog sm. Idk if you write smut but if you do, could you write Enzo giving you head? If that’s ok w you, and feel free to just ignore if it’s not

⋰˚💦 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: enzo giving you pleasure. that’s it.

·˚ ༘ warnings: neck kisses, oral (fem receives), fingering, moans, teasing

·˚ ༘ note: guys! i’ve never really written smut 😭 I mean the times i’ve written it I don’t like it. so I’m absolutely sorry if this is trash. I decided to keep it a bit short for the first time. the reason I haven’t written it is bc I’ve tried to avoid it for the very reason I just wouldn’t know what/how to write it. I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t like it. I really tried my best tho. still, if any of you somehow liked this, smut is on the table, I don’t mind! ps anyone got tips on how to write it?? it would be of great help!! hoping there’s no grammar errors

Your moans were softly audible, coming from the inside of your hotel room. Your head, tired from frequently coming up and down to see how Enzo poised over your body. Lips so near to your skin that the tease was being too much.

“Que bonita te ves.” He glided himself up to you to kiss you, and you hooked him quickly. His bottom lip was locked with your upper lip, not wanting to let go.

Enzo’s lips bussed down from your jawline to your neck, his tongue going in spirals on the soft warm skin. It made you tremble and whine. “Enzo ya. Sabes como me mojo con tus besos.”

He didn’t stop and rather of keeping his space slow, he went quicker. You could feel the wetness in you grow, you wanted to pull away, but Enzo knew your every motion. He had his hand on the back of your neck kipping you locked between his hand and lips.

“¿Y por qué crees que me encanta hacerlo chiquita?” His head changes positions to look at your blubbering eyes. “Me encanta ver como te descontrolas con tan solo estos besitos.”

He kissed the center of your chest, proceeding to go down onto your belly. The momentum of it was fast, and your breathing was loud you were afraid everybody could hear you. But at the same time, you weren't providing a care in the world. Your head balled back after you watched how Enzo looked between your legs and the eye contact he kept with you as he bent your legs up to keep a grip.

“Me gusta como me miras con esos ojitos tan hermosos que tenes, chiquita.” The fervor of his breath fell between your legs, teasing you. “Y todo esto para mi.” His eyes go down.

You could deem the burn from how fatigued your neck was and also from how alluring your body had gotten from the previous actions Enzo had done with you. But you wanted to look at him, admire how he looked between your thighs, and how his veiny and strong hands linked between them. He peppered your inner thighs with gentle sloppy kisses that got closer and closer to your clit.

“Dios-” You grasped the sheets when his tongue slid up your lips, and again. He went in a circular motion before giving your clit a kiss. A kiss that he softly sucked in on.

“Sigue haciendo esos sonidos nena. No pares.” Enzo adored your moans. Just the sound of them could get him hard, and you knew that. So the chance of you hiding them wasn’t in the cards.

The veins in his hands kept on marking harder from the blood that pumped through his body, along with the force he pertained to your thighs. Nail marks would for sure be left. Your moans were working him up and he wasn’t containing himself from groaning on you, making it vibrate against your clit. You felt the heat on your stomach, and on the back of your neck. Your baby hairs had already stuck onto your skin, soaked in the sweat.

“Enzo-” Oh how he loved it too when you whined his name, It was one of his drawbacks. He fled free one of your thighs to rub your clit for more stimulation, seconds later sticking one finger inside you, making you grip his hair. Strongly. With one hand on his hair and the other on the sheets.

His pace never quelled, the roughness was there and the kissing was sloping. And if his tongue felt tired, it didn't matter to him because he was not going to stop until you came. He twirled his finger inside of you making you flutter and keep the grip tight on his hair. The suction with every kiss felt as if you were getting closer. And Enzo knew it.

“Sabes tan bien chiquita.” He groaned on your lips making your cheeks colored more red from the praise. As if having them tinged from what he was doing wasn’t sufficient already.

The man was keen on it. Your brain was murky, but you couldn’t help but guess about the way his tongue was moving. It was going in different directions, that he wouldn’t usually do. You felt how he did a zig-zag motion and then a circle.

He was writing his name.

The thought of it only made you moan even more, you were so close you could only shove his head deeper into your pussy. Enzo had added another finger to work you up even more before he let go of your other thigh to bring up his hand towards your breast to play with. Giving it light squeezes before he played with your nipple, his finger going up and down. Also twirling it between his index and thumb.

You felt your legs beginning to shake and that’s when Enzo knew you were close, he started to go harder with his fingers and faster with his tongue. Doing all kinds of motions. Going up and down, in circles, front and back, doing the figure eight.

“No pares.” You felt the warmness grow in your stomach, and your legs shake from how good his rhythm felt. Your moans continued and your skin was washed. Your mind had you unconsciously locking his head between your thighs. His name fell from your lips oftentimes as you reached your orgasm, and all Enzo could do was oversee you with lust in his eyes.

Your head was rolled back, your jaw was dropped a little, your cheeks were flushed and you had your eyes closed. Yet he could still see the faint drops of tears. The sex face he loved. When your unstableness came to ease your chest was abruptly going up and down. The cloudiness in your brain was starting to fade as you came back to your senses.

Enzo had remained on his spot while he watched the equilibrium come back to you. He gave your upper thighs soft kisses before he came back up from his spot onto the bed. He was gentle to give you a free bed sheet to cover yourself as you rested your back on the headboard turning to look at him with a smile on your lips.

“¿Deletreaste tu nombre verdad?” Your eyes looked for a reply on his face. And your smile only grew after the only action he gave was a smirk.

“Sabes que me encanta que digas mi nombre.” He shrugs making an effort to give a silly reason.

You only smiled and gave him a small nudge before he brought you into a soft embrace.

This man will forever be your weakness.

[pitufitaispunk]

Velvet Ring

Chapter Eight: Hay Una Chica Muy Sola en Esta Ciudad

Pairing: Riff x Latina!Reader (West Side Story 2021)

Velvet Ring Masterlist

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June 12, 1957

The next morning, I wake up at 5:30 in the morning to the feeling my throbbing cheek. Slowly, I sit up and cup it gently with a wince. This nasty bruise has been bothering me all night, but I didn't want to tell Bernardo and Anita about it; Manuel is in enough trouble with Nardo as it is.

I get up from my bed, wrap my robe around myself, and trudge into the kitchen to grab the ice bag. The apartment was peaceful and quiet, the only sounds echoing through the neighborhood were the soft song of the morning lark and the distant beeping of construction. With a sigh, I place the ice bag on my cheek carefully and make my way back into my bedroom. As I snuggle back beneath my bed covers, my head fills with thoughts of Riff again. Considering how awful I felt this morning with just a bruised cheek, I wondered how Riff was holding up in his much worse state.

I groan softly both at the pain I felt and at the fact that I couldn't seem to drop this idea of Riff and I. At this point, I'm beginning to question if he's put some sort of spell on me.

I feel my eyelids begin to get heavy again and I decide one more quick hour of sleep couldn't hurt. That is until Anita rushes into my room, dark circles around her eyes and her nose red. She plops herself on my bed and groans, "Mamita, creo que estoy enferma..." She says, her voice sounding nasally and whiny.

I grimace, sitting up and scooting away from her slightly, "Well, don't get me sick."

She pouts, looking down at me with pleading eyes, "No seas mala, Y/N. Do you think you could go to Doc's later and get me unas pastillas para mi cabeza?"

I sigh softly and nod, "Fine, just let me sleep for a little while longer." I murmur before laying back down and pulling my warm covers over myself.

I can practically hear the grin in Anita's voice as she hugs me and says "Ay, gracias, pollita. I'll leave you the money on the kitchen counter."

I nod, groaning softly, "Sí, sí, ya déjame dormir."

She laughs and leaves my room quietly, closing the door behind her.

I hum tiredly as sleep consumes me again.

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My brows pinch in confusion as I find myself back at my date from last night, Manuel and I were just a few feet away from the Jets and Riff. Only this time, the faces of the Jets and Manuel were blurred out and their arguing was warbled. I begin pulling Manuel away as I had last night when I hear a distinct voice.

"Call me when you want a date with a real man, doll!"

I turn around and see Riff, walking towards me slowly, he looked almost as if he was floating. Manuel and the Jets fade away as Riff grabs me by my waist and pulls me flush against him. My eyes widen as he leans in and kisses me fervently. I melt into him, grabbing onto his shirt tightly, like I was afraid he would fade away too.

Suddenly, we're no longer on the street, but instead laid out on my bed. Riff was on top of me, still kissing me passionately. I squirm beneath him, feeling my dress ride up slightly. Riff smirks against my lips, his hands slowly gliding down my sides until-

I abruptly jolt awake, sitting up straight in my bed. I pant softly, wiping the slight perspiration from my brow as I check my alarm clock, which read 7:05. I sigh softly and decide that it's time to finally get up. Especially after that dream.

I climb out of my bed and neatly tuck down my covers before shuffling over to my dresser. I pull out a light blouse and a simple skirt, shimmying them over my body. As I pass by my mirror, I stop and take a look at my bruise. I grimace at the blooming purples and blues on my skin, figuring that maybe some light makeup would distract from it. I grab a tube of mascara and run the brush through my lashes, nodding at myself in the mirror. I sigh, realizing that didn't really help, but decide to continue anyway. I dab on some lipstick and gently rub blush onto my cheeks. I give my reflection a thin lipped smile before grabbing one of my shawls and tying it around my head to try and cover my bruise. I then hurry to put on my shoes and grab my purse.

Finally ready, I rush out of my room and grab the money Anita had left on the kitchen counter before leaving the apartment.

I walk to Doc's briskly, hoping no one would notice my bruise and stop me to ask questions.

When I finally get to Doc's, I hurry inside, but as soon as I walk in, I see him. Riff was stood by the front counter, his head down as he sifted through the small display of candy bars. I scoff softly to myself and quickly walk to the far end of the store, hoping he wouldn't acknowledge me. I'm standing in front of the shelves of medications, searching for the aspirin when I suddenly hear Riff's slow footsteps moving towards me. I turn to face him, wincing as I'm immediately met with the sight of his black eye, split bottom lip, and bruised cheek. With a huff, I cross my arms over my chest and speak quickly, "I can't believe you... Do you always need to start a fight? What is wrong with you?"

Riff's brows raise in shock, a small smile of disbelief tugging at his lips, "Hey, I'm not the one who started the fight, remember? And..." He scoffs, "W-What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You've been flirting with me and all this time, you've had a boyfriend!"

I sigh in exasperation, waving my hands wildly, "He's not my boyfriend! We just went on that one date and it's only because my brother wanted us to!"

Riff rolls his eyes, resting his arm on a higher shelf, "Yeah, that's some great excuse."

I glare up at him, "It's not an excuse! I'm just trying to explain why I was with him! Why are you so upset anyway? I'm not your girlfriend."

Riff's eyes flit down to mine, "You're right. You're not my girlfriend." He says coldly, a hint of a smirk on his lips. He walks away from me and heads back towards the front counter, "Excuse me for thinking there was something between us..." I hear him mutter beneath his breath.

I storm after him, yanking him back by the collar of his shirt.

"Ow!" He lets out a strangled yelp of surprise, whipping around with wide eyes, "What was that for?"

I narrow my eyes at him, "Do you think I feel nothing for you? I spend every second thinking of you, even when I don't want to!" He quirks a brow at me and I sigh, "I mean, I like you and I-I want to get to know you, but... I can't. We can't."

Riff's brows furrow, "Why not?"

I huff at his complete obliviousness, "You know why we can't. My brother would kill you if he ever found out. And me." I stare at the checkered floor of the store in silence before looking up at him again, "And do you really think your friends would be thrilled to hear that you're with a Puerto Rican girl? There's so many things working against us, Riff. What's the use? I mean, is the trouble really worth it? Think about it."

"Yes." He answers quickly.

I can't help but laugh at his abruptness, "You didn't even think about-"

"Well, that's because I don't need to think about it! I really like you and I don't care if we need to keep it a secret, just... as long as I can talk to you. That's all I need." He sighs.

I purse my lips, "Riff, neither of us deserves to be a secret-"

"¿Y/N, eres tú?" I hear Valentina call from the store's basement. My eyes widen.

A slow smirk spreads across Riff's face as he sees my look of shock, "Y/N. So that's your name."

My cheeks flush at the way my name rolls easily off his tongue.

I quickly hurry back to the medicine shelf, pretending to look through the different packages before Valentina comes back upstairs. I glance back at her, watching as she shoots Riff an icy glare, "Don't even think about stealing another candy bar today."

Riff raises his hands defensively, a cool expression on his face, "Wasn't going to."

As Valentina steps behind the front counter, I rush over with the bottle of aspirin.

Valentina inhales dramatically upon seeing my bruised cheek, "¿Mija, qué pasó?" She winces, grabbing the aspirin from me gently.

I wave my hand dismissively.

Obviously, I could tell her that my 'date' got into a fight with a specific Jet who was standing just a foot away from us.

With a sheepish smile, I say, "Anoche, Anita me pegó accidentalmente en la cara mientras estábamos cocinando la cena cuando abrió un armario. Estoy bien." I fiddle with my purse strap awkwardly, feeling Riff's eyes on me as I spoke.

Valentina nods slowly and gives me a warm smile, a vast difference from how she looked at Riff, "Ah, ok... Estaba preocupada por ti." She rings up my aspirin, "That'll be 25¢."

I nod and quickly fish a quarter out of my purse and hand it to her, I could still feel Riff watching me intently.

"Gracias, Valentina." I say softly, Valentina nods.

I grab the aspirin bottle off the counter and quickly rush out of the shop.

It only takes about 10 or so seconds before I hear Riff rush after me, "Hey, wait up!"

My eyes widen as he calls after me, I quickly dash into an alley. As soon as I'm sure Riff and I are out of sight, I spin around and swat his arm, "Ow!" He groans, rubbing his bicep, "You sure are abusing me a lot today."

"What were you thinking?! Following me out of Doc's and then shouting at me! Someone could've seen!" I snap, making Riff smirk.

"Listen, doll, you need to relax. No one saw us, I swear it." He hums, his eyes roaming my face.

I roll my eyes at his carefree response, "Weren't you the one who said we couldn't walk together because people might get suspicious?"

He nods, his lips puckered slightly, "Yeah, I did... but you don't need to be so uptight."

My brows pinch, "I'm not uptight. I'm just trying to be careful."

Riff steps closer to me, "So, Y/N," He drawls, putting emphasis on my name, "I finally get to know your name." He says with a proud smile on his face.

"Only because of Valentina." I huff. Truthfully, I wish I could've kept my name a secret from Riff for a bit longer. I enjoyed how he would practically beg me to tell him what it was. I got to see a very different side of the tough leader of the Jets.

"Well, it was about time. I was running out of ideas of nicknames for you." Riff chuckles, "And besides, Y/N's a nice name. I like the way it sounds. Y/N..." He says, a tenderness in his eyes as he gazes down at me.

I blush, "You really need to stop flirting with me."

Riff grins mischievously, "I'm just paying you a compliment, girly girl. Not flirting." I quirk a brow at him, making him laugh, "Well, not right now, at least."

I look around nervously, "I should get home before someone sees us. I have to give Anita her aspirin." Gripping my purse strap, I begin heading towards the alley's exit.

Riff frowns and calls after me, "When will I see you again?"

I pause and turn to look back at him, "What do you mean? We can't do this again."

His brows pinch, he shoves his hands in his jeans pockets, "Why not?"

I laugh incredulously, "You ask that a lot." I sigh at his unchanging expression, "Riff, I'm Puerto Rican and you're not. Your kind hate my kind and my kind hate your kind. As long as you all keep fighting each other, you and I will never be able to even walk together in public without a war breaking out. Just forget about me. You're better off." I say softly, not truly buying my own words.

Riff shakes his head, grabbing my hand gently, "Nah, that's the easy way out. You can't give up before we've even tried. Look, I like you like I've never liked nobody before... that means something to me. So, can we try?"

Looking into Riff's eyes and seeing how sincere he's being, I desperately want to say yes. Just once, I want to give in to that little voice in the back of my head that dares me to be rebellious. I want to give Riff and I a try.

But at the end of the day, he's still a Jet.

How could I ever look past everything he and his friends have done to the people I care about most?

I swallow hard and shake my head slowly, "No. I can't, Riff." I say softly, "Just... don't talk to me again. Please? It's easier for both of us that way. I mean, it's no big loss, right? We don't even really know each other. We never got the chance to."

Riff looks down at our intertwined hands dejectedly and slowly pulls his away from mine, my face falls at the loss of his warmth, "Alright... if that's what you really want." He mutters, his eyes still locked on mine, pleading for me to change my mind.

"It is." I murmur. But it wasn't.

He nods and backs away from me, a cold smile on his face, "Fine then. Adiós, señorita." He murmurs before quickly fleeing the alley.

I watch him walk off, leaving me alone and my heart heavy.

"Goodbye, Riff."

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I walk up the stairs of the apartment complex with my head down and my eyes slightly glossy.

I wasn't sure how I could mourn something that never really happened or how I could miss someone I didn't even know. It was ridiculous to be crying over something so trivial. Riff wasn't my boyfriend and I wasn't his girlfriend. By tomorrow, he'll probably be chasing after some other girl and forget all about me.

For all I know, he never even really liked me. Maybe it was all some sick Jet trick and I fell for it.

I scoff softly to myself before grabbing my keys out of my purse and unlocking the apartment door, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. I walk towards Anita and Bernardo's room and knock on the door, "Anita, it's me. I have your aspirin." I call.

"Come in, nena." Anita responds, still sounding nasally and hoarse.

I step inside the room, hand her the bottle of aspirin, and hurriedly turn to leave the room again.

Anita quickly grabs my arm, "Siéntate conmigo."

I sigh softly and sit on the edge of the bed, hoping she wouldn't notice my red eyes and the faint tear streaks on my face. But of course she does.

"¿Estabas llorando, mamita?" She asks, gently pulling me closer to her.

I shrug, keeping my eyes on my lap as I fiddle with the hem of my skirt.

Her brows pinch, "¿Es por Manuel? Are you still upset about last night?" She asks, stroking my hair tenderly.

I purse my lips at the mention of last night's events. That should be what I'm hung up on, but it's not. I should be thinking of Manuel, but Riff won't leave my mind. And it makes me feel awful, like there's a pit in my stomach.

I force a small smile and nod, "Sí, es por eso. My cheek still hurts and Manuel hasn't come to visit me. It's all very upsetting."

Anita pulls me in for a hug, "He just hasn't come by because he's scared of your brother. He'll come over to see you as soon as Bernardo's wrath comes to an end." She jokes, poking my sides teasingly.

I laugh, despite myself, "You're probably right... gracias, Anita." I murmur as I nuzzle into her.

Anita smiles lovingly at me, reminding me a bit of my mother, "De nada, nena." She says quietly, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You know you can always come to me whenever you need some help and you can tell me anything."

I stiffen slightly in her arms then nod, "Sí... lo sé."

She hums softly, not detecting my sudden tension. I swallow hard and try to relax, telling myself not to think about Riff again.

I wish I could tell Anita everything.

I used to be able to.

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[kissyjuyo]

igloo sunwoo 📞

tags. oral (f receiving), first times & a little inexperienced reader!, fingering, multiple orgasms, vanillaaaa 🧁

notes. aaaaa base from that sunwoo igloo challenge with jacob and changmin ! i saw a post on x kasi saying in between their ano raw next AJJDKSS AYON I HAD TO !!! medyo slow but short pa rin hehe! happy readinggg 💗

"relax, okay?"

sunwoo assured you. you are now laying naked on your bed, kakatapos niyo lang mag halikan. both of you are still catching breath.

he already has your consent pero paulit-ulit pa rin siyang nag tatanong about it. it's your first anniversary together and inside the first year, hanggang second base lang talaga kayo. of course, sunwoo respects that. napagdesisyunan mo lang talagang gusto mo na itry ngayon, lalo at anniversary niyo naman. mas ispesyal.

sunwoo sat by the edge of the bed, pushing your legs for you to bend your knees. dahan-dahan niya itong binuka, "this is okay?"

huminga ka nang malalim, "yes, sunwoo, please.", sagot mo rito. may kaunting kakabahan, ngunit wala lang iyon kumpara sa dami ng kasiguruhan ni sunwoo kasama ang tiwala mo sa kanya.

mahinhing hinihimas ni sunwoo ang hita mo, paakyat nang paakyat sa dulo ng mga ito.

"hubarin natin.", kalmadong sabi ni sunwoo. dahan-dahan nitong ibinaba ang manipis na telang nag tatakip sa pagkababae mo.

dahan-dahan muli, ibinuka naman ni sunwoo ang mga hita mo, dahilan para tumambad ang buong pagkababae mo sa harap niya.

you saw how sunwoo's breathing hitches. agad niyang ibinaba ang lebel ng katawan, pantay sa iyong tuhod at doon nag simulang mag iwan ng mga nakakakiliting magaang halik. paakyat, pabagal nang pabagal.

"sunwoo...", munting tawag mo rito nang marating nito ang kadulo-duluhan ng hita mo. tumingin pa sa iyo si sunwoo, nag bigay ng maliit na ngiti habang hawak ang kamay mong hinahaplos pa ng hinlalaki nito.

magaan at malambot niyang hinalikan ang umbok ng ari mo. mas ramdam mo na ngayon ang kiliti.

"haah...", malalim na hiningang mong lumabas na parang nang sinimulang hawiin ni sunwoo ang hiwa ng hiyas mo gamit ang gitnang daliri nito.

"masarap?", malambing na tanong ng binata. tumango ka, "mhm..", sunwoo smiled.

nang walang pasabi, naramdaman mo na lang ang mainit at basang laman niya sa hiyas mo kaya nagulat ka at bigla naisara ang mga hita mo. bahagya mo pang naipit ang ulo ng nobyo.

"shit, sorry.", nag aalalang sabi ni sunwoo habang hinahaplos ang gilid ng hita mo. "sorry, baby...", malambing na sabi nito na agad mong inilingan.

"nagulat lang ako! sorry... please, continue lang...", nag aalalang sabi mo pa. baka matakot na si sunwoo na gawin pa ang matagal niyo nang gusto.

you gulped as soon as you feel sunwoo's breathing in between your legs. patuloy pa rin ang paghaplos nito sa gilid ng hita mo.

again, you felt his tongue glide in your slice. nginig kang napaungol. inangat ka ng tingin ni sunwoo. hindi nito masyadong makita ang ekpresyo mo ngunit, kung pagbabasehan ang kaunting awang ng bibig mo at paghahabol mo ng hininga, pipiliin ni sunwoo na ipagpatuloy ang ginagawa.

sunwoo left a few licks on your folds before finding your clit and moving his attention to it. mas pinatigas pa nito ang dila at saka idiniin sa tinggil mo. nilaro niya iyon, pinaikot-ikot bago biglang isinupsop.

"sunwoo–! ahh!", malakas na ungol mo, napasara pa ang dalawang hita mo sa biglaang sensasyon. "sorry, too much, baby?", nag aalalang tanong nito.

for a first timer, natural na magugulat ka. iyon ulit ang dinahilan mo. hindi ka lang sanay, at ayos ka lang sa ganoon.

muling ipwinesto ni sunwoo ang mukha sa gitna ng hita mo at sinimulang sipsipin ang tinggil dahilan ng sunod-sunod mong pag ungol.

"fuck! ahh..! haah– sunwoo!", marahan mo pang tinutulak ang ulo ng nobyo dahilan para ipatong nito ang mga hita mo sa balikat niya. ramdam mo ang mas mahigpit nitong hawak. patuloy lang ito sa ministrasyon niya, sipsip, dila, paminsan-minsan pa nitong mahinang ginagamitan ng ngipin. "oh! ahh! sunwoo..! haah! ah–!"

walang tigil si sunwoo sa ginagawa. mas sumarap pa ata sa pakiramdam nang sinubukan mong silipin ang nobyo sa gitna ng hita at nag tagpo ang mga mata niyo. halos maluha-luha ang mga mata mo sa sarao habang mapungay naman ang kay sunwoo.

"sunw–!", putol na ungol mo nang maramdaman mo ang dila nitong unti unting pumasok sa loob mo. umaangat na ang balakang mo at tinutulak mo na ang sarili sa mukha niya sa nararamdaman. "fuck, sunwoo..! ahh! p-please! haah ahh!"

ramdam na ni sunwoo na malapit ka nang labasan kaya nito ibinalik ang atensyon sa tinggil mo. halos umikot ang mga mata mo sa sarap nang marahas na sipsipin ni sunwoo ang tinggil mo. "ahh, sunwoo..!!" ungol na sigaw mo nang labasan.

"isa pa, baby.", sabi ni sunwoo at bago ka pa makapagsalita, nakapasok at ginagalaw na nito muli ang dila sa loob mo.

"haah ah! oh, fuck..! ahh–!", puro mura at ungol na lang ang laman ng buong kwarto mo. minsan pa ay rinig na rin ang malakas na sipsip at pitik ng dila ni sunwoo sayo.

"pwede ba ako mag pasok ng daliri, baby?", tanong ni sunwoo, hindi natigil ang ministrasyon nya sa gitna ng hita mo dahil daliri naman nito ang naglalaro sa tinggil mo. "ahh.. h-huh?"

mas idiniin pa ni sunwoo ang daliri sa gitna mo. "finger, mahal. fi-finger-in kita. ayos lang ba 'yon?", halos ungol na ang maisagot mo nang marinig ang tanong. mabilis lang tumango, "y-yes..! please... p-please, baby...", sagot mo.

sunwoo smiled. slowly, he entered a finger in. he immediately curled it upwards causing for your legs to shake. paulit-ulit niya itong ginawa nang marinig ang reaksyon.

"f-fuck–! ahh haah! aah, sun–! fuck fuck..!"

may aliw sa mukha ni sunwoo kung paano ka rumesponde sa mga galaw niya. "dadagdagan ko pa, baby.", sabi nito at mabilis na ipinasok ang pangalawang daliri sa loob.

"sunwoo..! t-tangina ahh!", nanginginig ka na. naiipit na rin ang dalawang daliri ni sunwoo sa loob mo. mas sumisikip ka lalo kumpara kanina. "sun–! ahh..!! sunwoo–!"

mas lumaki ang ngiti sa mukha ng nobyo mo. "bakit, baby?", nangaasar pang tanong nito. alam naman na niyang lalabasan ka. you groaned but it came out as a moan kaya natawa pa sayo ang boyfriend mo.

"s-sun..! please..! lalabasan– ahh!", hindi mo na natapos ang sasabihin nang balutin na naman ng bibig ni sunwoo ang tinggil mo. ginawa niya iyon habang ginagalaw nang mas mabilis ang mga daliri niya sa loob mo. "fuck–!", malakas na ungol mo.

sa sobrang lakas ng impact at dami ng katas mo, kahit nakapasok pa man ang mga daliri ni sunwoo, may tumutulo nang puting malagkit sa butas mo.

pikit kang nag hahabol hininga, manginignginig pa nang dahan dahang bawiin ni sunwoo ang mga daliri mula sa loob mo. sakto pang pag mulat mo ay saka niya ito isinubo at sinipsip.

"sarap."

[neverpathia]

"come, quench my boredom," oh, I sure will:

How about some Thorn for the character list game? >:]

FIE! HAVE AT YOU. HAVE AT YOU ALL.

I'm probably not gonna be getting at these as fast as I'd like. Clearly I had a lot to say about Para but at least he's out of the way, and now Thorn...Damn you, Everest Gale. Damn you. (I have gotten my vengeance with the Paranoid ask on you, though. My time had come.) /lh

[checks who's up next] OH COME ON BROKEN TOO?? MY THREE FAVOURITES IN THAT ORDER???

With that said. This one's probably going to be a little bit short because I've thrown out all my energy on that Paranoid post + analysis lol. Sorry, my beautiful creature plant wife, you deserve so much better.

favourite thing about them

I rummage through every facet of her character and I...don't pull my hands out from the drawer, because it's that hard to choose.

But if I really do have to pick, I'd probably go for her character development and what it represents. The Thorn, as a chapter, tells you that things don't have to end at hurt. That there's always hope, even after you act and react, and act and react, and act and react again. That pain isn't the end. That the cycle doesn't have to keep moving, because it can always be halted. That it's never too late to let go and start anew.

And that doesn't mean that the pain was insignificant, because yes, it's always been there. Inflicted, passed on, released outward, turned inward. If dismissed away, it could grow and remain forever. But it could also be dispelled, and one could finally heal.

I'll also point out that she's absolutely adorable, pretty as all hell, and just smoking hot. Because she's the fucking Thorn. And the sheer symbolism—the way the roots of the wild sprout anew and morph into prickles, contorting around herself when she directs her pain inward. The way she finally sees her poppies for the first time when you both let her recover. I'll be fucking sick.

least favourite thing about them

A single crow glides across this part of the post, idly dropping a single white splatter before fluttering away with three wing-flaps. Nothing to see here, carry on.

(I'm very lax when it comes to others' Thorn characterization, because I never really get her character right myself. But it doesn't bother me too much because I rarely post Princess content anyway. And I do think I'm improving with her writing.)

favourite line

"I'm so tired of the bad blood between us. But it's hard to let it go. You've hurt me. ... And I've hurt you."

I think this just encapsulates so much about her arc. She doesn't want this horrible cycle to keep happening anymore. And she's just as accountable as you are. But at the same time, that doesn't mean she's not reluctant. It's all she's ever known at this point, and it certainly doesn't help that the grievances between you still exist either way.

She's not letting her guard down so easily, not here and certainly never as the Witch. But she wants to try. It's hard, but she's already so resigned. And she does want it to stop.

Also she sounds so tired here and it's kind of hot but you can still hear the guilt, the grief, the single sliver of hope...Thorn I really do love you. Thorn, I love you Thorn. Marry me Thorn. Thorn-

brOTP

Thorn and Cage. They're the two most prominent princesses in my post-construct AU (alongside HEA and Razor. sorry Cheated) and they're definitely close as all hell. Both of them get how it is to be trapped in a hopeless cycle, and how it is to break it.

They're like a cat and an office lady. Thorn spontaneously finds stuff in the woods and brings, say, a dead rat to Cage's doorstep for the sake of friendship. Cage dangles a chain over Thorn's head and she gleefully swipes at it.

Thorn twirls around in a flower field as Cage sits in place and smiles, weaving stems into a flower crown. Then Thorn slides onto her stomach beside her, observing as she playfully kicks the dirt. She's a very whimsical lass.

And let's not forget the scars. Cage is always there for the sudden aches and pains, and she's always there to soothe them with some salve and bandage them with meticulous precision. As for Cage's disembodied head...Thorn did try to seal it back together with a few slivers of plant stem, but it never holds for very long. Not for lack of trying, though. They're always best friends.

Thorn is so whimsical and Cage is so stoically silly and oh my god yes. Just yes. And they're both pretty women.

otp

Cheated x Thorn. I've gone over this before but holy shit I love them. They're the ship I've probably drawn the most? I'm pretty sure. I'm definitely not projecting onto Cheated. Don't look at my current account theme.

But either way I really love them together. Just a couple of flawed, faulty people who have been hurt and chosen to hurt in turn. And yet they're changing. And yet they're recovering. They can't find much solace at all, but they're learning to find peace and sometimes that's enough. The little moments they share are few and far between but so very cute and cathartic and- squealing.

But Cheated isn't immune from Thorn's catlike, playful side either. She randomly paws softly on his coat for no reason. She sits cross-legged on his unfinished game of solitaire. And he actually isn't too mad about it, no matter what his lighthearted grumbling might suggest.

However, they both have trust issues and aren't prone to surprising each other that much. This is another one with horrible will-they-wont-they tension. Thorn eagerly brings him little gifts (some less necessary than others) and tells him she loves him so many times a day, but when it comes to actual physical affection...it takes her a lot of courage. But then she kisses him. And then he, flustered beyond all hell, completely short-circuits.

It's a bit like sunshine x grumpy, although it's also chaos x chaos. Both of them are unhinged. They match each others' freak.

nOTP

Mai (@/hello-universe-lovers) would be very disappointed in me. Dramatic drumroll: Oppythorn.

Well, this is a hundred percent attributed to how I write these fucks because, dramatic reveal: My Opportunist is gay. Achillean. MLM. Swings the other way. He's so fruity Disney-villain coded, so how could I not? (No hate to the gays, by the way. I have better gay voices.)

But my version of these two can't be left alone in a room without engaging in a silent dirty-look competition and shooting obscene gestures at each other (if Smitten is present) or devolving into a dishonourable brawl (if Smitten is absent.) He doesn't understand how Thorn's attempting to redeem herself. Thorn doesn't want to engage with him and return back to those dark times.

They hate each other, but they are mirrors. One retreating further into the dark, one letting herself reach for the light. Opportunist is everything that the Thorn wants to leave behind. They're like toxic exes to me.

random headcanon

If Witch is feral, Thorn is domesticated. She purrs when you give her back scritches. She randomly plops herself down on your table for no reason. She finds boxes and wordlessly declares them her new home. And she does not like baths (though she's willing to sit through it if she trusts you enough. And after a while, she begrudgingly appreciates how the water soothes her scars.)

Just because she's perfectly capable of sitting down with you over a cup of tea and holding a conversation, doesn't make her any less of a chaotic little creature.

At the same time, she desperately tries to be kind anytime she can. She bombards the people she likes (especially Cheated) with gifts and favours. She tries to use kind words, but sometimes she hesitates for too long trying to find the nicest thing to say. She's still trying to grapple with the notion that conversations aren't battlegrounds. No more scheming and plotting. Just words. Just people.

I also like to think that her control over the thorns is actually pretty high. As in epic-anime-fight-scene level high. Thing is, in-game she's too dejected and tired to actually excise any control over them by the time you see her, so she just sits there helplessly in this prison of her own making. She sealed herself in there. She didn't even know if she deserved to escape, and she certainly didn't think so. God. Love you.

unpopular opinion

I'll just echo what everyone else says. She's not just a softie; she still has her claws. People need to remember that she stemmed specifically from Witch.

We need more creature Thorn content.

Maybe she's deliberately trying to be more civilised and get rid of her cat-like mannerisms. Perhaps she gets a little bit embarrassed when she's caught engaging in kitty stuff, and quickly corrects herself. Or maybe she just doesn't care. Being a scrunkly little creature doesn't have to interfere with rehab, right?

song that reminds me of her

For some inexplicable reason, Sweater Weather reminds me of her. Maybe it's the voice, I don't know.

Love Like You and I'll Call You Mine also strike me as pretty Thorn-coded, though I'm frankly not that good at picking out songs for characters.

favourite image

Oh I am so glad you asked because-

LOOOOOOOOOK AT HER SHE'S SO PRECIOUS AND THOSE EYES THOSE DOWNCAST EYES THE SHEER GRIEF AND REMORSE AND THE WAY SHE'S STILL CLUTCHING AT THE KNIFE DESPITE IT ALL AND- dead.

Special mention goes to these, though.

Godddd she looks so cute and defiant in the last two, and so small, and so vulnerable, and so adorable, and so-

Yeah. I think I'll leave it here as I proceed to scream to myself about her. Just her.

[andrasthehun]

Career Advice 2024

July 19, 2024 At Reser Stadium, Oregon State University, in Corvallis, OR, ex-OSU football player Steve Jackson delivered a commencement speech that was more than just advice. It was a call to action, a call to travel and discover oneself. The stadium was hushed as the students absorbed Jackson’s powerful message, drawn from his own transformative experiences.  His speech resonated deeply with…

[writingdevil]

CAN YOU WRITE CONTRARIAN X PARANOID PLEASE I NEED IT 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😋😋😋 THE OPPORTUNIST X BROKEN WAS SO GOOD BTW

(Thank you! I'm glad you liked the brokopp one, I really liked it as well-and of course I will! Enjoy!)

Contrarian was just out for a leisurely fly, when he saw a certain bird down below, and he couldn't help himself.

He let a little snicker out as he tucked his wings in, and he smiled as he felt his body fall from the sky. He's done this plenty of times, with only a few instances of broken bones!

He felt the wind rush through him, and he took a moment to gaze up at the clear sky, before swiftly snapping his wings out, twisting his body around so fast that the world became blurry for a few seconds.

His wings caught him at the last second, letting Contrarian glide along the ground, right behind his victim, who didn't even have time to jump as Contrarian yelled, "Heya Paranoid!"

Paranoid screamed in fear, jumping up and blindly flapping his wings as a defense mechanism-a pretty useless one, if you asked Contrarian, but that just made the reaction all the more funnier.

He cackled at the other, clutching his stomach and letting himself fall that last few feet on his ass, his entire body overcome with laughter at Paranoid, whose glare he could feel burning into his feathers.

"Contrarian!" Paranoid yelled in rage, and the bird in question forced himself to look up at the other, finding Paranoid hugging himself protectively, a violent shaking taking over his body.

Okay, now he felt a little bad. Contrarian sobered up just enough to stop the laughter from spilling out, sucking in a deep breath of fresh forest air as he got to his feet, feeling Paranoid's glare on him the entire time.

He held his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It was just a bit of fun-please don't claw my eyes out."

"We'll see," Paranoid gritted out, not looking relaxed in the slightest.

Contrarian made sure to not invade Paranoid's personal bubble as he asked, "But what are you doing out here? You never usually come out into the forest alone."

Slowly, Paranoid's body lost its tension as they spoke, but he still remained on edge, giving Contrarian an annoyed look as he answered, "Well, I thought I could come out here and relax for a little bit." His glare intensified. "Silly me."

Contrarian chuckled nervously, feeling more guilt crawl up his chest, but he waved that away as he took a step closer, pretending not to notice the way Paranoid flinched. "Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to join you on your walk."

Paranoid laughed in disbelief. "After the stunt you just pulled? No way."

"Come on!" Contrarian begged, "I feel bad! It was just a harmless joke, I won't do it again."

Paranoid sighed. "You say that all the time, and yet you keep finding new ways to get my heart pounding." Contrarian couldn't help the light giggle he let out. "Okay, that is true," he admitted, "but that's just because you're so fun to spook."

Paranoid rolled his eyes, then promptly spun around and continued his walk without another word. Contrarian didn't wait to be invited, quickly jogging up next to Paranoid, who merely gave him a sideways glance, before looking ahead again.

Contrarian rolled his eyes at his behaviour. "C'mon, Para, you need to lighten up." He heard Paranoid let a harsh laugh out. "Really? Well maybe that was why I decided to go for a walk, Contrarian, before you showed up."

Contrarian winced, but forced a playful smile on his face. "Well, either way, this is a big step for you-going out into the big, bad forest all on your own." Paranoid chuckled, but this time his laughter was light, and he didn't appear as annoyed anymore. Contrarian much preferred that look on him, instead of the frightened expression he was constantly wearing.

Paranoid smiled sheepishly. "Yes, well, I figured if you're out in these woods all the time, then it can't be that bad." Contrarian grinned excitedly as he went, "Oh yeah, these woods are great! Perfect place for some totally safe mayhem." He made an exaggerated wink at Paranoid who, instead of freaking out over the implications, actually giggled at Contrarian.

The sound seemed to surprise both of them, but Contrarian was more concerned with the way his heart was fluttering at it, at the fact that he was getting Paranoid to make that noise.

He liked being the reason Paranoid got to smile.

Paranoid looked less tense now as they walked, but he still hugged himself protectively, gazing up at the looming trees around them. "It's peaceful," Paranoid admitted, "but it still kinda feels like something's gonna go terribly wrong." He shrugged and turned his head towards Contrarian, but didn't meet his eyes. "Maybe it's just bad memories haunting me."

Contrarian's smile fell, and it sucked that Paranoid couldn't let himself truly enjoy this moment, not without his mind reminding them of what they went through. But that was why Contrarian liked going into the woods so much, because by doing whatever he wanted, it felt like pure defiance. It felt like he was putting a middle finger up to all the bullshit that happened to them, as a way to say, 'No. I won't let you ruin this for me.'

An idea suddenly popped into his head, because for some reason, he really wanted Paranoid to feel safe with the forest, not just for himself, but because Contrarian was starting to really enjoy spending time with him.

He flapped his wings, flying a few feet off the ground, making Paranoid look up at him in alarm, but Contrarian gave him a reassuring look and said, "Don't worry, I'm just going to get something for you."

"What is it?"

"It'll make you feel better!"

"What is it?!"

"I'll be back in a few minutes!"

Contrarian giggled as he flew off, hearing Paranoid's exasperated groan behind him. He didn't need to fly far, and he instantly spotted flashes of bright colours amongst all the green.

Flowers. That's what he was going to get Paranoid. If he could see that something as pretty and as harmless as flowers were here, then he wouldn't be as scared of the forest. It totally wasn't also because he wanted to give Paranoid a gift. No way.

He swiftly picked up the ones that looked like Paranoid would like the most, and he was immediately back in the sky, not wanting to leave the other bird alone for long.

It wasn't hard to find Paranoid again, but in his excitement at seeing the other bird, Contrarian completely forgot the mistake he made not even ten minutes ago.

He dipped and glided towards the back of Paranoid, waiting until he was a few feet away to cheerfully yell, "I'm back, Para!"

Paranoid shouted in fright and jumped in surprise, but that was normal for him, so Contrarian didn't think much of it, until he landed on the ground and turned to face him-only to find Paranoid in the middle of a panic attack.

Horror rotted his prior excitement, and he dropped the flowers, rushing over to gently grab Paranoid by the shoulders, whose heavy, uncontrollable breathing made Contrarian's heart break.

"Para! Para, it's okay!It was just me!" Paranoid was giving him a desperate, pleading look through his tears, hands clutching at his chest feathers, and Contrarian has never felt more useless and stupid than right now.

But then he heard Paranoid let out a choked sob, and he knew that he couldn't afford to spiral right now.

"It's okay," he whispered, carefully guiding them both to sit on the ground. "It's okay, I'm here, Para. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He wasn't well versed in helping Paranoid through his panic attacks, not the way Hero was, so he decided to copy what he remembered.

He softly took Paranoid's hand and placed it over his chest, palm right above Contrarian's heart. "Just focus on my heart, Para. Try to match it, okay?" Then he started to take slow, exaggerated deep breaths, helping him through it all the way.

It felt like Paranoid's torment would never end, but Contrarian didn't stop until he heard the moment his panic attack started to die down, and he saw the relief in Paranoid's eyes. He felt Paranoid curl his fingers into his chest, until he suddenly sagged forward, falling right into Contrarian's arms.

Contrarian froze in shock, unsure of what to do now, until he heard Paranoid sigh in relief, leaning in to further snuggle into Contrarian's warmth.

"P-Para,I'm so sorry-"

"It's okay."

He gulped. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he replied, sounding worn out and exhausted, "I still feel safe with you, so can you-can you just hold me for a bit?"

A part of Contrarian was worried about Paranoid feeling how fast his heart was beating, but after what he put the other through, it didn't matter.

So they just held each other until it felt unbearable to let go.

[angxljxrdxn]

☆▪︎daily shenanigans with your husband, Toji Fushiguro▪︎☆

filipino au, reader x toji 🔞

an: i haven't seen any filipino smuts here in tumblr and twt so i am so glad to post one 🥺

You were laying down on your shared bed with your one and only, Toji Fushiguro. Nags-scroll ka lang sa facebook waiting for your husband to finish showering.

“Sarap mo talaga” he said trying to catch your attention which he succeeded in doing because you turned your head towards his direction.

As he finished using the bathroom, lumabas siya para kumuha ng damit at magpalit and as he did so. he noticed you laying down on the bed with your right leg flexing to the left exposing your thighs and ass.

“Ulol mo, gusto mo lang makaiscore eh” sabi mo habang tumatawa which provoked him to do so.

“Totoo naman eh nakikita ko yung bakat ng puke mo hanggang dito oh ang sarap kainin” he said as he was slowly approaching you.

You on the other hand was cringing at what he said then you replied “Tangina mo makakaisa ka na naman parang hindi mo ako kinantot kanina ah”. “Eh kanina pa yon tsaka dapat 24/7 kang dinidiligan” sabi niya habang tinatanggal ang kanyang tuwalya sa kanyang bewang

“Grabe oh tayong tayo na toh dahil sayo” he said while looking down at his dick and climbed the bed hovering above you.

“Pucha wala naman akong ginagawa. Ang bilis mong tayuan nakakaloka” sabi mo habang inaayos ang iyong pwesto sa ilalim niya.

“sa tuwing nakikita ko yang puke mo inisip ko lang kung gaano kasarap kantutin yan tsaka labasan sa loob mo” he said while reaching out for your pussy and tapping it which made you lightly squirm. "oh tignan mo gusto mo rin naman pala" habol niyang sabi.

You then rolled your eyes jokingly then said “sige papayag ako basta ako nasa taas”.

“sasakyan mo ako? sige ba tignan natin kung kakayanin mo” sabi niya while plopping beside you then laid down comfortably and then you removed your shorts and shirt leaving you with just your panty.

You sat on his lap then stared at his dick for a few seconds then decided to give him a hand job first.

“Fuck ang galing mo talaga humawak ng tite” he moaned at your actions. Skilled ka na sa mga ganitong bagay dahil lagi ninyo itong ginagawa.

Your right hand was gliding up and down his dick sending him shivers down his spine while your left hand was occasionally massaging your pussy.

Hindi naman ata makukumpleto ang isang handjob kung hindi chuchupain diba that’s why you quickly made your way down to suck him off.

When you were about to suck him off, Toji stopped you from doing so and carried you from your arms to sit you on top of his dick.

“Basang basa na nga puke mo hindi mo pa ipasok” he said vulgary to you while grabbing your hips then slamming your pussy down his dick. “T-tangina mo sandali lang” you moaned out as you tried to take him in fully.

“A-anlaki mo talaga…i am so fucking full” you said as you held on to his arms for dear life. As you get comfortable with his dick literally impaling you, you start to bounce slowly. You moan every time you bottom him out while he on the other hand is enjoying the view of you bouncing up and down.

"Fuck mas tinitigasan ako dahil sa boobs mo shit anlaki pa tapos tayong tayo pa utong mo” sabi niya while reaching out to your boobs for him to massage it.

Putangina ang galing niya talaga humawak ng dede kapag libog na libog, you thought to yourself pero wala ka ng magagawa ganyan talaga asawa mo eh.

As he was feeling your body, ikaw naman ay nagpapakahirap sakyan ang kanyang tite. Your clit is even hitting the base of his dick which made you squirt and let out the most pornographic moan you could ever release.

“S-shit shit shit” you cried out as juices from your dear pussy came out. He chuckled as you tried to control yourself from losing it but then you lost it when his fingers made contact with your clit.

“W-wait wag muna…’m sensitive” you said as you hold on to his wrist as you try to stop him from doing what he wants to do.

“Anong wag muna, first time mo lang toh nagawa” he said at oo totoo naman na first time mo lang magsquirt sa buong buhay mo pero he’s persistent as fuck kaya hinawakan niya parin ang puke mo to add pressure on your clit.

He followed your pussy as you started to go up and won to finish what you started.

You were a moaning mess on top of him as you bounced up and down his very big dick.

Tangina his girth is to die for talaga o baka yun ang papatay ata sayo ni hindi na nga gumagana utak mo kakasakay mo eh.

The only thing that’s going on inside your head is kung gaano siya kalaki at kung gaano ka sarap pinapatamaan ng ulo niya ang cervix mo. Malapit na kayong labasan kaya medyo bumabagal ang iyong galaw kaya’t si Toji nalang ang gagawa ng paraan para sa inyong dalawa.

“Don’t give up on me, pretty…kailangan ko ilabas tamod ko sa loob” he said as he lifted his hips up to meet your pussy.

As you both try to reach your climax, your pussy was pulsating signaling that a few more thrust and you are cumming which Toji knew and obliged. He met your thrusts halfway and held your hips to make sure the tip of his dick is really kissing your cervix

“Fuck fuck eto na lalabas na, babe” you said as you bounced up and down before cumming all over his cock and completely stopping from riding him.

“Paano naman ako kung titigil ka” he said which made you come to your senses and slowly lifted yourself up then slamming your hips down gradually increasing your speed. As you rode him for quite some time, he finally came inside you.

“Ang init ng tamod mo, babe” you said as you look at him straight on to his eyes. “Magulat ka na lang kung malamig yan” he said trying to make you laugh which he successfully did while caressing your thighs with his big hands.

You lifted yourself up, his dick sliding off you which made you feel empty for a few seconds before all of your cum seeped out from your pulsating hole. “Gago andaming tamod” he said as he reached out to your pussy then slipped his two fingers inside of you.

“Syempre hindi natin sasayangin yan kaya ibabalik natin” he said while smirking and fingering your pussy. His fingers were full of cum and pussy juices making it a lube for him at dahil don napadali ang pagfifinger niya sayo.

His fingers were so fat it could form a dick and the fact na it curls to reach your spots tangina. Lahat ng parte ng katawan niya malaki puta tama talaga na pinakasalan mo tong gagong toh.

“Shit p-pag ako nilabasan ulit” you said but he quickly replied with “edi labasan ka, mas maganda nga yon eh”.

He continued on fingering you which made you squirt and cum at the same time which he really found hot. “Tangina ang hot non gago tumayo ulit tite ko” he said looking at your pussy and slowly caressing your folds para ikalat ang tamod ninyong dalawa.

He sat up meeting your face then kissed you passionately. Oh tignan mo pati sa paghalik expert siya. Parang ganon ata talagaa kapag malibog.

His lips were attached to yours at talagang lasap na lasap niya ang iyong labi. His lips were so soft and tender kaya't natempt kang kagatin ito.

Your stared at him with you biting his lip, he said “pwede pa namang makaisa diba” then winked at you.

Mukhang hanggang madaling araw ata kayo sa kuwartong iyon.

[pompadourpink]

Para- words

Para - next to (para) or to shield against (paro)

Parabène, m - paraben (benzène)

Parabole, f - satellite dish (from ballo - to throw)

Paracétamol, m - paracetamol (para-acétyl-amino-phénol)

Parachever - to complete/perfect (from caput - head, chief)

Parachute, m - parachute (chute: fall)

Parachutiste, m - parachutist/paratrooper

Parade, f - parade, display, mating dance

Paradigme, m - paradigm (from deyk - to show)

Paradis, m - paradise (from pairi - around+daēza - wall)

Paradoxe, m - paradox (from doxa - opinion, praise)

Parafe, f - signature (from grapho - to write)

Paraffine, f - paraffin wax (from parum - little+affinis - affinity)

Parafoudre, m - surge protector (foudre: bolts of lightning)

Paragraphe, m - paragraph (from grapho - to write)

Paraguay, m (maybe: para - river+gua - from+y - water)

Paraître - to appear, seem, be published (from pareo - being visible)

Parallèle, f - parallel (from állêlôn - one and the other)

Parallélépipède, m - parallelepiped (from parallel + plane/surface)

Paralogisme, m - paralogism (from lógos - reason, speech)

Paralysie, f - paralysis (from lúô - to let go, loosen)

Paramédic, m - paramedic (from mederi - to heal)

Paramètre, m - parameter, settings (from metrum - measure)

Parangon, m - paragon (from akónē - to whet with a stone)

Paranoïa, f - paranoia (from noéô - to think)

Parapente, m - paraglider/gliding (from pendere - to hang)

Parapet, m - railing (from pectus - chest)

Parapharmacie, f - personal care products (from pharmakeíā - to use drugs)

Paraphrase, f - rewording (from phrasis - word)

Paraplégie, f - paraplegia (from plḗssein - to strike)

Parapluie, f - umbrella (pluie: rain)

Parasocial-e - parasocial (from sek - to follow)

Parasol, m - sunshade (soleil: sun)

Parasite, m - parasite (from sitos - food/grain)

Paratexte, m - paratext (from textus - fabric)

Paratonnerre, m - lightning rod (tonnerre: thunder)

Paravent, m - screen (vent: wind)

Fanmail - masterlist (2016-) - archives - hire me - reviews (2020-) - Drive

[moonpiies]

ELECTRIC LOVE

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing: e-42!miles morales x black!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: sorry this took 10 billion years🧍🏾‍♀️also guys idk anything abt guitars so if i got anything wrong pls correct me

it was a saturday afternoon and both your parents were at work as per usual so you decided to text your boyfriend miles to see what he’s up to.

mi amor <3

hi

wyd rn?

pookie pie😼

chillin

why?

mi amor <3

do you wanna come over

pookie pie😼

whatchu tryna do👀?

mi amor <3

i will block you.

i wanna hang out w my mannn

are you coming over or not🧍🏾‍♀️?

seen

“a yes or no would’ve been great.” you muttered to yourself as you continued to scroll on tiktok, laying in your bed. about 15 minutes later you hear 3 knocks on your window before yelling, “come in!” knowing that it was miles.

he opened the window and climbed through, “hey princesa.” he greeted as he took off his shoes and left them underneath the window on a mat.

“hey.” you smiled as you got off your bed to give him a hug which he returned with a soft smile.

miles pulled away from you as looked around your room and saw that you have multiple band posters and led lights in your room.

he also noticed that you had a couple of electric guitars hung up on your wall. he looked extremely fascinated as he admired all of them that had different styles and colors and some have a couple of stickers while some don’t.

“why didn’t you tell me you played the electric guitar amor?” he asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“i guess it just never came up in one of our convos.” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“play me something.” he asked as he took a seat on your pink bean bag.

“alright, which one do you want me to play?” you asked.

“that one.” he said as he pointed at a black and white one that had no stickers.

“okay.” you said as you started to set it up by plugging it into the speaker. you unlocked your phone and searched up the instrumental of ‘like that’ by ‘doja cat’ which was one of your favorite things to play on the electric guitar.

you put the guitar over your head and adjusted it a little then pressed play and tried your best to stay on beat with the instrumental.

he watched as your fingers glided across and moved from string to string with ease. he realized how calm you were while you were playing and decided to take a quick picture of you to save for memories.

you stopped a bit later into the song than expected since you didn’t know the rest of it and paused the instrumental playing on your phone.

“well what do you think?” you shyly asked as you set your guitar down on your bed. miles stood up and walked up to you and wrapped his hands around your waist.

“wow, debería hacer que juegues para mí más a menudo.” (wow i should get you to play for me more often) he smirked as you got flustered at his comment.