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pascalpvnk · 10 months ago

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take it from me

pairing: bilingual!joel miller x f!afab!reader

summary: joel is a simple man who simply finds pleasure in pleasing you.

warnings: moodboard used for aesthetic purposes - does not represent the reader description, 18+ MDNI, no timeline, no specified ages, no mention of sarah or ellie, LATINO JOEL (most translations within the text except for some reused pet names/common phrases). This is porn with minimal plot (but unrelated plot I canon—his favorite artist is Linda Ronstadt and I stand by it.), Joel maneuvers reader, manhandling essentially, no other descriptions of reader other than nipple piercings, body worship(?), Joel’s filthy fucking mouth, mention of thigh riding, oral (both receiving), unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, mentions of intense emotions, aftercare.

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a/n: fun fact, I’m a virgin, so if it seems far fetched it’s probably because it is. anyways, a special shoutout to ramon nomar for being the muse for this piece, another to @mrsswilliams for beta-ing and fueling my horny antics, thank you to my spanish teachers for guiding me to this moment (probably not your intention but I digress), and to you for taking the time to be here and hopefully enjoying! happy reading xx (banners & dividers by @saradika-graphics)

Addicting is the only word Joel Miller can muster up to describe you as his mind clouds with lust each night he’s alone, bucking into his own fist and spilling his sins after he’d met you. Of course you’re beautiful and charming above all things, but he can’t help the way his cock stirs after simply a phone call from you describing your day. How you miss him and want to meet up again soon.

Joel isn’t the brightest man, which he is very self aware of. But what he craves to learn about you, what your favorite flower is, favorite ice cream, your desires, outranks any level of intelligence a man could hold. He wants to please you, not for a superficial reason to use against you down the line. He enjoys your smile and the way your eyes crinkle, your dimple making an appearance on occasion, and it makes him feel good. The little things shine a light in his chest, ever the people pleaser.

However, he finds a red, hot desire to rouse you, make you squirm under his tender touch. To watch every fiber of control and tension dissipate from your being.

But he’s cautious.

He’s treading on thin ice within himself. He wants to give and give and give, but he’d never forgive himself if he overwhelmed and alarmed you. Your wit keeps him on his toes, tempting and trying his willpower to take things at a palatable pace.

But he’s just a man at his simplest form, a glutton for pleasure wanting to carve himself a home within you and give everything he has to please you.

You found yourself perched upon his lap, a forgotten movie droning in the background as hands and lips explore new territory. Joel firmly guided your hips, firstly against his own, then he aided you across his denim clad thigh after you wriggled your pants to the floor.

Choruses of Spanish praises, filth, ‘mamita, use me’, and phrases alike rolled off his tongue effortlessly as he found pleasure within your own. Consuming every moan, gasp, and ‘don’t stop’ you were so eager to give.

He struggled to deny your beautiful pleas to get him off as he had for you. You knew he wanted you to, there was no doubt in your mind considering the prominent bulge straining and begging you to. He reassured you, or rather made excuses for himself to ease the guilt he felt at your subtle disappointment.

I’m not coming in my jeans in front of the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.

You said you had work in the morning, anyhow. We outta get’cha home, preciosa.

Joel kissed you softly as he pulled up your pants, grabbed his keys, opened his truck door for you, waited at red lights, and finally as he dropped you off at your apartment building, sealing the night with melted wax, branding himself on your heart until you meet next.

Made it home okay, sweetheart. Hope to see you again soon.

And he does.

His head is already spinning at the thought of going out with you again. He’s showered, trimmed, even ironed his flannel before making sure it’s buttoned and tucked properly. Well rested is not one of the qualities he’s adorning—no thanks to you running his imagination rampant—but the adrenaline he feels, and the coffee he drank at noon, make up for his lack of preparedness.

At the end of the day, those things don’t even matter. Joel Miller makes it as far as his front door when you ring, bringing you inside with the intention of grabbing his own keys. His hands find you instead, your face in a gentle caress as he compliments your attire, your appearance as a whole, and your waist as he kisses you with increasing fervor. You don’t stop him, and he doesn’t stop himself.

“Ay dios. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you all day,” he mumbles against your neck, walking you backwards to his bedroom. His shirt wrinkles under your tight grip, suffocating him until you pop each button open one by one. You leave him in his black undershirt, half untucked in his dark washed jeans.

The back of your knees find his mattress before you even realize, forcing you to sit parallel with his waist. He takes his time, always calculated with his hands on every sweet spot he can reach. Joel cups your jaw, admiring your blown out pupils and the raw lust overtaking your features.

“Wanna take good care of ya, now,” he soothes. “Just say the word and I’ll stop, you know I’ll stop for ya, promise.”

It’s half of a promise to you, half of him asking you to promise to tell him if it becomes too much. You nod, reaching for him once again.

“No, chiquita,” he holds your hand to his chest. “¿Me prometes? You promise me?”

“I promise,” you say clearly and wholeheartedly. “On my life.”

With your renewed consent, he folds himself over to kiss you deeply. His tongue dances with yours, similarly to a few nights prior but with increased desperation. Fingertips graze up your sides, nerves twitching under his subtle touch, only unlatching your lips to lift your top over your head. His eyes fixate on the pebbled flesh and metal protruding your bra, making quick work of the clasp before removing it.

“I knew you had something hiding underneath this,” he muses, toying with the fabric of your bra between his first two fingers. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any prettier, hm?”

Joel skims his thumbs on the underside of both of your breasts, attaching his mouth to your collarbone. He suckles your delicate skin, committing the taste of your sweet musk and desire to his memory. He softly licks over one of your nipples, taking in how your head tips back with a sigh. He brings it into his mouth, nipping and assuaging the pierced bud until you manage to free his shirt out of his waistline.

“Paciencia, amor. Patience, sweetheart, please,” he pacifies as he guides your hand out of reach from his belt. “Just wanna savor you. Can I?”

You nod and opt to tangle your fingers in his curls. Approval seeps through his smirk as he continues his ministrations for as long as he pleases, feeling accomplished each time your hips chase his.

Joel stands up straight, running his calloused hands over one of your clothed legs, meticulously pulling each shoe and sock off and tossing them to the side to find later.

“Do I need a condom, baby?” He mutters against your knee, toying with the hemline of your pants.

You tell him no and quickly explain you’re clean and protected. Something in him visibly switches, desire becoming carnal. He clings tight to his sense of control, desperately willing himself to give himself to you, not give into himself.

Joel drags both layers of bottoms down your legs, watching you challenge him by keeping them clamped together. He exhales heavily through his nose, your limbs relaxing slightly, but just enough for him to retake control.

“Christ, looks like I was wrong again,” he sighs, smoothing his flattened palms over your open thighs. You can get prettier. “Oh she’s pretty, mamita. All this for me?”

A gasp falls between your lips as you’re tugged closer to the edge of the mattress. Your head spins, the only thought crossing it is Joel. His hands. His words. His filthy mouth and how it’s mere centimeters from where you want him to be. Need him to be.

“Joel,” you whine, feeling the scratch of his blunt facial hair on your inner thighs. His lips tease the sensitive skin around your pussy.

“What?” He coos, fingernails biting your flesh. “Dime, baby. Tell me what you want.”

It feels pathetic, you’re completely at his mercy, stripped down on his bed while he remains fully clothed over you. He has you in the palm of his hand, putty waiting to be molded and shaped however he pleases. Bliss has already warped your features, the anticipation of what’s to come already numbing your brain.

“I want you,” you cry simply.

“You have me, don’t ya? I’m gonna need you to be more specific.”

Frustration bubbles in your belly. You’re truly not annoyed, but the tension might snap you in half before he gets the chance to.

“Want you to touch me,” you plead. “Want you to make me come, please.”

Joel hums with content, thumbs pulling your cunt open from the outer lips. A slick, sticky mess you are, hardly touched and begging to come. Arousal seeps from you, finding its way to your tight hole. You watch Joel wet his lips, the self restraint slowly dwindling from his gaze.

“Show me,” he huffs. “Be good and fuck your hand f’me. Wanna see how you like it.”

The sound of his metal belt buckle clanking against itself is enough for your hand to fly below your hips. Relief floods your nervous system the moment you circle your clit, hips lifting and chasing the friction. Sighs leave your parted lips, eyelids falling shut with pleasure.

“Ah ah,” he corrects. “Eyes on me, beba. Sigue jugando con esa flor bonita. Mírame.” Keep playing with that pretty flower. Look at me.

You comply with his request, half lidded but maintaining eye contact nonetheless. Your fingers toy with your cunt lazily, eyes settling between his burning gaze and his taut boxers. His length strains beneath the thin fabric and his hand twitches at his side.

“I love watching you, mami,” Joel purrs. “Wish y’could see how perfect you look right now…perfectly wrecked just for me.”

His words egg you on, pace quickening on your throbbing clit. Moans spill from you as you watch Joel squeeze at his seemingly uncomfortable erection for his own relief. His other palm keeps your legs spread for him, kneading desperately at your thighs as you work yourself towards the edge.

“¿Quieres que te ayude, mamita?” Do you want me to help you?

Joel settles on his knees, both palms splayed against your skin to keep you pinned down. He licks a broad stripe from your asshole to your clit, sucking harshly on your labia before diving into your weeping cunt, all while audibly sighing with delight at your taste. Your hand instinctively rushes to grip his curls.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he grumbles while putting your hand back where he says it belongs. “Keep playing with yourself. Make this pretty pussy cry all over my face, cosa dulce.” Sweet thing.

Your digits pulse against the nerve bundle, shocked by the sensation of his tongue swirling inside of you. It’s absolutely obscene. He slurps up everything you have to give, edging you until your legs clamp over his ears. Joel sings into your cunt, a delicious melody that sends you into a frenzy. Your walls flutter around him as he guides you through your orgasm, nose nudging your hand out of the way to make more room for himself.

Your gaze drops from the ceiling to his blissful face, thick eyelashes brushing his flushed cheeks as he savors you. It all begins to feel like too much as you grip onto his shirt. You pull the cloth towards you and he gets the hint, dragging his mouth away from your pussy and removing his top.

“So desperate to come, mamita, already finished with me?” He cants, smoothing a thumb over your kneecap.

“No- just need a breath,” you pant. You take in his features, broad shoulders with a strong chest, thick arms. His hair alone has you running laps, the sparseness of it littered on his torso and below his belly button, his curls tousled already from your hands, and his beard—fuck his beard—is absolutely soaked with your arousal. He makes no attempt to wipe it clean before kissing you. The taste of your cunt dances on your tongue as he licks into your mouth.

“Joel,” you sigh, his lips leaving yours and trailing down your neck. “I wanna suck your cock, please.”

“You wanna suck it?” He smirks, slipping his hand beneath his boxers before shoving them off of his thighs. His fingers slip through your folds briefly before he deposits your cum onto the tip of his dick. Mischief plays on his expression as he opens your legs once more.

Joel slowly stuffs his cock into you, not your mouth but your pussy. A gasp escapes you, morphing itself into a moan. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him in deeper.

“Thought you wanted to suck it,” he grunts with a devilish grin, grinding his hips down into yours.

“Hmm, I’ll suck it later,” you draw out with a smile.

He leans down to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, gently nibbling on the sensitive skin before pulling off.

“God, mamita,” he exhales. “Love fucking this pussy. Takin’ me so well.”

His hips drive into yours at a devastating pace, only using a portion of his length to massage your pussy. You quickly adjust to him, allowing him to thrust deeper into you. You cry his name while simultaneously having all of the oxygen punched out of your lungs. Joel swallows your wails whole, moaning against your lips in return.

Your legs tense around his body, face twisting up with pleasure under the weight of his. Lips drag against your skin, anywhere he can reach. The room spins around you, eyes rolling back into your head as his hand snakes down to play with your clit. You desperately claw at Joel, gripping his curls in one hand and bruising his back with the other.

“Dámelo. Give it to me like I want, sugar,” Joel coaxes.

The bundles of twine prickling your flesh and holding you together in one piece snap, your body completely shattering into a million fragments underneath him. He stays buried inside you as you pulse around his cock, humming into your neck and soothing his hands over your burning skin.

Joel gently settles onto his side near you, cupping your jaw and kissing you feverishly. You shift your body to face away from him, pushing back against his soaked erection. His eyebrows furrow, grunts of detest coming from him.

“No, mami, I want to look at you while I fuck you. Ven aquí, come here,” he corrects, grasping your arm to guide you to press up chest to chest with him. A brief hiss escapes him as the cool jewelry brushes up against his nipples.

“These’ll be the death of me,” he sighs, latching his mouth to yours once more as he maneuvers you the way he wants.

His cock slips easily back into your wet heat, arms trapping your upper half against his as his legs anchor to the bed to buck into you. He grips onto your ass for leverage and you find yourself holding onto it with your own palm. It’s slower, intimate, reeling you in to take more, to take it all.

He draws another orgasm from you. Your heart thrums against his hardened chest, his pounding against the confines of his ribcage. He collapses on his back with a breathy groan, sweat perspiring on his forehead. You push back his sticky curls as he catches his breath this time.

“You still wanna suck it?” He chuckles cheekily, offering but not forcing.

He’s surprised as you eagerly crawl down his body, curling over his thigh while taking his cock in your fist. Your back is to him once more, but beggars can’t be choosers, especially while he’s stuffed in your mouth so perfectly. His fingers drag along your spine, palm splaying flat to soothe the sensation quickly after. His hand stills and stomach flexes as you take as much of him as you can, pumping your tight fist over the remainder of his length.

“Fuck me,” he shutters mindlessly, “feels so good, amor. Treating me so good.”

The praises fuel you, moaning around his tip as he continues to trace shapeless trails onto your back. Your mind feels cloudy, not thunderstorms and impending doom cloudy, but rather a sunny, breezy, nothing could ever go wrong kind of cloudy. You feel taken care of for once, free to slip into a warm, blissful state with Joel. He feels safe.

“Come back, preciosa,” he grins as you make your way back up his body. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you deeply once more, running his hands gently all over your skin as you settle on top of him.

“Missed ya,” he chuckles, kissing your swollen pout a few more times before wetting his fingertips with his spit. He reaches down, circling your clit as his cock twitches against your seam. Your head falls beside his, feeling too heavy to hold up on your own.

Joel protrudes your cunt once more, nestling into you carefully at first. You writhe over him at the push and pull of his cock inside your fluttering walls, hips snapping down against his with subtle slaps of skin rejoicing. He picks up his pace beneath you, overwhelming your senses a bit too quickly.

You work your core to sit up, fully sheathed with his length as you grind against him. He grips onto your hips, watching you use him for your own pleasure.

“Tan bonita, amor,” he hums smugly, his fingertips dancing along your bare thigh, his other hand tucked behind his head to prop himself up. “So pretty, mami, fuck.”

He tweaks his fingers against your nipples, pinching the pebbled flesh carefully as you ride his lap. Tufts of his neat pubic hair scratch at your clit, the friction of everything causing you to soak his lap further. You’re being pushed to your limits, throat dry and voice hoarse. Joel wishes to have put water on his bedside table, he would’ve had he’d known you’d end up here so quickly.

“Doin’ okay, sweetheart?” He checks in, toying with your fingers that have found a home on his chest. You silently nod, eyelids low and face contoured with bliss.

“Think you can give me one more, bebita? Come on my cock one more time and I’ll give you whatever you need.”

Your voice hardly sounds like your own, but you mean it when you tell him yes, please. He feels it when you clamp down on his length, his thighs tensing so tight they almost cramp. His legs hinge at the knee, body pivoting you forward into his chest. Joel grabs fistfuls of your ass as he fucks up into you, all of the air leaving your lungs.

His grunts and groans become less calculated and intentional, thrusts becoming sloppier and instinctual. You squeeze him tight, toes curling as you already tumble towards your impending high.

“Mierda,” he hisses, strong arms pressing your torso firmly to his. His lips consume your every breath, whine and borderline scream.

“Take it, use me, amor. Dámelo, cariño, and I’ll give you my cum. Take it from me,” he grunts sharply, pressing into you impossibly deeper and faster. Your skin bursts into flames, embers showering your body as he pulls that final high from you. You shutter above him, dead weight against his body as he uses you to finish himself off. He evacuates your warmth and pumps out his load between your sticky, worn out figures with a drawn out groan.

Joel makes the first move to stand up, cock softening and hanging between his legs. He starts to step towards his en suite bathroom to find a towel, but you reach for him.

“I’m just gettin’ somethin’ to clean you up, honey,” he smiles before seeing a sadness in your eyes, longing for him to come back. Tears prickle your eyes and Joel quickly makes his way back to the bed.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stay, baby, cálmate,” he hushes carefully, holding you close to him. “We’ll getcha cleaned up in a little bit, I’ll make you whatever you fancy for supper and relax with you, sound good?”

A nod suffices his question, knowing you trust him enough to stay rather than run off eases him as he grounds you back to reality with his warm embrace.

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hwotnfun · 1 month ago

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desde que vi nylah shin nos arredores de merion bay, soube que estava na presença de uma abençoada pelos espíritos da floresta! aos 23 anos, talvez seja sua lealdade que a torna tão radiante, mas é sua impulsividade que a mantém única… além, é claro, de seu gosto peculiar: fiquei sabendo que ela ama pedras preciosas, coisas mórbidas e obscuras, clima chuvoso e odeia verão, ser controlada e toque físico, não é especial? espero vê-la mais por aí, mesmo que esteja ocupada sendo uma excelente dona de uma loja de produtos esotéricos no centro comercial.

nome completo: nylah shin / shin naeun (신나은). apelidos: nyh, nana (apenas os pais a chamam assim). orientação sexual: bissexual. alinhamento moral: caótico e neutro (espírito livre). data de nascimento: 08/10/2001. altura: 1,72 m. etnia: sul-coreana. gênero: mulher cis. pronomes: ela/dela. estado civil: solteira. vestimenta: roupas pretas em um estilo dark/goth. ocupação: lojista, dona da mystique. animais de estimação: um gato preto (beetlejuice). prompt: abigail (stardew valley).

aesthetic: pernas balançando inquietas, dedos batucando em qualquer superfície, joelhos ralados, lápis mastigados, cheiro de ervas, cemitérios, incensos.

headcanons.

os shin imigraram para os estados unidos movidos pelo desejo do patriarca de explorar novos continentes, viajaram de um canto para o outro até que a mãe de nylah ficasse grávida da garota, o que fez eles se alojarem em uma pequena cidade no interior do país. escolheram apple cove pela simplicidade, sua família gostava de fugir do tumulto da cidade grande e ali parecia o lugar perfeito. os planos era de ficarem ali apenas durante os primeiros anos de vida de nylah, mas se apaixonaram pela natureza que os rodeavam e não saíram mais. hoje em dia os pais da pequena trabalham como feirantes de peixes e outros mariscos, ganhando a vida dessa forma e preferindo levar um ritmo mais tranquilo e autossustentável.

nylah tem uma personalidade que muitos poderiam definir como "estranha". é uma garota reclusa, prefere ficar de longe observando todo mundo ao invés de se entrosar e puxar conversar. tem dificuldade para fazer amigos e não liga pra isso, prefere manter aqueles poucos que a entendem e compartilham de gostos com ela por perto. costuma ser muito impulsiva e teimosa, parte disso por sempre estar sendo controlada por seus pais quando se trata de como ela deveria agir e o que deveria vestir, portanto acabou ficando mais cabeça dura e inconsequente. apesar de sua aparência de poucos amigos, nylah não é grosseira, pode ser que ela tenha respostas que soem mais insensíveis em alguns momentos, mas isso se dá apenas pela sua falta de tato ao interagir com os outros. é uma garota que sabe ser simpática quando se sente confortável para tal.

o que mais chama atenção em nylah são seus gostos e seu estilo. é vista constantemente indo até o cemitério da cidade, se sentando por lá para ler livros ou escutar música. suas roupas sempre são escuras e com muitos acessórios, passando aquela imagem de gótica que ela gosta muito. tem um fascínio por coisas mórbidas e ocultismo, é normal ver a garota lendo livros sobre taxidermia, paganismo, o sobrenatural, lendas locais e contos de terror e horror. tudo isso faz parte de quem ela é e não tem vergonha e nem sente vontade de esconder. sua inclinação para esse tipo de assunto deixa sua família preocupada, achando que a garota está indo por "um mal caminho" e "se envolvendo com o demônio" o que gera muitas brigas em casa. além disso, é comum que outros moradores criem rumores sobre a coreana, sejam eles bons ou ruins.

sua paixão por essas áreas também foi o que a moveu a abrir sua loja no centro comercial e começar seu próprio negócio. nylah é dona da mystique, uma loja de produtos esotéricos que vende ervas, incensos, amuletos de proteção, pedras e cristais e por aí vai. não sentiu vontade de sair da cidade para seguir com nenhuma graduação ou tentar uma vida diferente longe de sua família, em partes por ainda tentar resolver as coisas com seus pais e também por apple cove ser tudo que ela conhece. as vezes se sente confusa sobre o que fazer e sobre o que quer de seu futuro, só que com todos seus problemas atuais isso é algo que ela deixou para depois.

nylah aprendeu a tocar vários instrumentos influenciada por seus amigos, hoje em dia ama muito bateria e baixo, sendo os instrumentos que resolveu comprar para si quando começou a ganhar seu próprio dinheiro, sempre tirando um som quando consegue uma chance de ficar sozinha em casa.

o cabelo da garota já enfrentou mais guerras do que um soldado, a coreana vive descolorindo e pintando de novo e de novo de várias cores diferentes, apenas deixando no seu preto natural quando ela sente que sua raiz já está chorando demais, mas isso é uma raridade e nunca dura muito. atualmente ela está com os fios pintados de vermelho.

#ㅤ ━━ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿⠀ ⠀ ☠️ ⠀ ⠀ intro .#applecoveintro

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greensagephase · 2 months ago

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Hello Alondra !! Selfship questions alert! I wanna ask bout your selfship with Miguel :]

What are some outfits you guys wear on date night, comfy night in, doing domestic activities with each other, etc?

Do you have pet names for each other?

Do you own anything that’s symbolic of your relationship i.e. charms, souvenirs etc.?

What are your star signs? How compatible does it say you'd be?

What’s ‘your song’ with them? Does it remind you of each other, or have special memories attached to it?

What is your MBTI? How compatible does it say you'd be?

How do you describe each other to your friends and family for the first time?

Are you married/would you get married? Describe/Show the aesthetic of your wedding.

Apologies for the many questions, hope you have a good day and night babes! 🙏🏼💕

- 🌧 (anon)

Hiiiii, 🌧 nonnie!! Thank you so much for this awesome ask!! I had a lot of fun thinking about this, hehe 🥰Also, sorry for the lengthy responses!🫣

#1 - outfits

Date night - I was thinking about it being autumn/winter mostly, so that was the vibe for this lmao. Probably got some coffee, a fresh and warm pastry, and then went book shopping , or we went to the movies! Also, I'd probably wear like a pink or beige top just to add a little more color; also gold jewelry ✨

Cozy night in + domestic activities outfits

#2 - pet names

Yes! My pet names for Miguel would be: 'mi corazón' [my heart], 'mi solecito' [my little sun], 'bebe' [baby], and 'mi vida' [my life]. I think sometimes I might also call him 'osito' which means 'little bear' but not because he's small, but rather in an affectionate way because he's so warm and cuddly 🥹 and for a simple nickname just in case we're in public and we're not too brave with the other nicknames, then Miggy. And Miguel's nicknames for me (I wish he was real 😭) would include 'mi alma' [my soul], 'preciosa' [precious], 'reyna/princesa' [queen, princess], and sometimes 'chaparrita' [shortie, feminine noun] because I'm short. Also... this is def me just being delulu but I think he would actually call me 'dulzura' which is 'sweetness'.

#3 anything symbolic of the relationship

I probably have some kind of stuffed animal, like a teddy bear he gifted me for an anniversary/Valentine's day. We def have souvenirs from trips we've taken like rocks (sfjdkfjkd I'm a nerd for rocks and I feel like Miguel would be, too??) and maybe we also buy a book from a local book shop from each location to add to our home library. Lots of photographs! Probably some form of jewelry for each other -- like a necklace with each other's initials on it (idk, I think that's kind of cute).

#4 Star signs and how compatible we are

My star sign is Sagittarius and Miguel's is Libra. From what I saw on different websites, they're highly compatible on different levels, so yayyy!!

#5 'Your song' - reminds you of each other, or has a special moment attached to it.

Ok, so this one was a little hard because I had a few options and I couldn't decide but eventually did, so one song that would remind me of Miguel would be "ADMV" by Maluma ADMV means 'amor de mi vida' or 'love of my life'. It has a lot of sweet sentences like, 'you haven't left my life, my life, but I already miss you' and 'when our memories fail us and all that's left are photographs, [let it be] that I forget everything except that you're mine' and 'when the years weight down on us/our legs don't walk/our eyes close/and the skin no longer stretches/when the only thing that matters is what we did in life/and even if none of this happens/you're the love of my life'.

and "O Tu O Ninguna" by Luis Miguel

The title means 'you or no one [feminine noun]'. The narrator sings about his female partner being the only one and describing why it's just them and no one else. Some of my favorite lines are:

'Those hands that take me/ through life's streets/ that face that compels me/to look at it from the knees' and 'that hair that covers me/like clouds of caresses/there's only one/there's only one/ you or no one/ you or no one/I have no exit/for behind you, my love/ there's only fog/ if you didn't exist/I would invent you/like the sun to the day/you or no one' and 'that [partner] who admires you so much/that compels you to be a saint' and 'confidant of my dreams/of my every day steps/ her gaze/my path' -- I think this one would remind us of each other🥺😭

#6 Your MBTI. How compatible does it say you'd be?

Mine is INFJ. Tbh, I should probably do it again since I think I did mine back when I was in, like, my first year of college, maybe? It's been a hot minute since I did it. As to Miguel's, the sources all had different answers, but most of the results said he's an INTJ.

According to different websites, we would be compatible because we share many traits like being goal-oriented, more prone to introversion, and are considered 'advocates' plus other traits that go well together. We would need to work on communication though because apparently I'm sensitive to conversations and INTJ's might be too blunt with their words. It's funny though because I tend to be very honest sometimes though I find a way to be kind about it, so maybe this wouldn't be a big issue and something we could easily address and discuss :))

#7 How do you describe each other to your friends and family for the first time?

Ahhhh, ok so me describing Miguel to my family and friends would be something like how he's a gentleman. He's a sweet, kind, hardworking, respectful, and supportive man. He listens to what I say like a devoted man to prayer. He's like a man written by a woman, iykyk. He's like a morning hot coffee; warm, comforting, and gentle, yet invigorating and inspiring to my body and soul. All the anxieties and fears I may have regarding men, cease to exist because of him. He's bright, and not just in a smart way, but also in the way that he lights up my day, therefore mi solecito.

Miguel describing me (shsjsjs I always struggle to describe myself) would be something like: she's shy at first, but once she feels comfortable with you, she opens up like a flower in spring. She's sweet, kind, strong, and gentle. She's a woman that stands up for others despite her shyness. Where others find flaws, she finds beauty. She's home and hot coffee in the evenings. She's like a sunny late afternoon in autumn; warm, colorful, and gold. (idk 😭 this just came to me rn)

#8 Are you married/would you get married? Describe/show the aesthetic of your wedding.

I'm gonna say we're already married (I'm so delulu), but if we weren't already, we'd def be doing so at some point! I'm more of a small gathering person, so I'd like for the wedding to be small -- just family and close friends. I feel like Miguel would also enjoy a more intimate wedding, so I think we would go for that vibe. Theme wise, it'd be simple yet elegant with soft pastel colors!

EEEEE, thank you so much 🌧 nonnie!!! I seriously enjoyed this SOO much, so don't apologize for the questions!! 🥺💖💖

I hope you're having a lovely day/night so far, pookie!! Pls take care!!

Alondra❤️

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zhao haitao, rishima singhania, alessio arias dating a very innocent and airheaded female S/O who loves them very much and is very clingy and is happy to be in a relationship with them

. ˚◞♡ 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 ◞ ₊˚

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˖ ࣪ ଓ alessio absolutely loves you. he adores the way you tilt your head at him and smile your sweet, silly smile. how you ask the most random of questions that have him puzzled, how you skip over to him when you see him in one of the hallways of uni. he can never not look at you with such a light in his eyes whenever he sees you, you’re just too adorable to him.

˖ ࣪ ଓ it’s the punk goth boyfriend x preppy pretty girlfriend ommgggg your aesthetics contrast one another so perfectly and he loves it<3

˖ ࣪ ଓ oh he spoils you rotten. anything to see that smile on your face and have you excitedly kiss him all over as a thank you.

˖ ࣪ ଓ he doesn’t mind how clingy you are as it makes his own clinginess feel validated. not to mention, he gets a high when you’re just all over him at any times of the day. he returns the favour tenfold. you two are always holding hands, snuggling, or having your arms wrapped around one another.

˖ ࣪ ଓ your innocence was another thing that he found amusing. one of his favourite pass-times was flirting with you pre-dating. it was always so fun seeing the way that your face would light up when you realised what he was insinuating or how you’d hide your face and try to turn away into your locker. even still, his flirting knows no bounds. whenever you get shy and start whining at him, he merely squeezes your waist while you bury your face into him, allowing him to press some kisses up your neck and chuckle at your little squeals.

“hmm, you embarrassed querida? awww I know, I knooowww, I’m such a mean bastard huh? heh.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ at times, alessio can match you in airheaded-ness. your group of friends always joke about how the two of you are perfect for each other. for as smart as alessio is, he can at times be such a dumbass. there have been occasions where you’ve said something so so silly - only to have him reply with something even sillier. the both of you silently stare at each other before bursting out into a series of chuckles and giggles.

˖ ࣪ ଓ gives you the biggest cheek smooches whenever you get something wrong or say something silly and feel a bit flustered because of it.

˖ ࣪ ଓ when you excitedly call out for him in the uni halls and trot over to him, best believe that the mercenary is dropping everything to spin around and scoop you up into his arms, peppering kisses all over your face, making you squeal and try to push him away playfully — which of course he doesn’t allow. snatching your smaller hands in his and giving them a squeeze as he continues his kiss attack

˖ ࣪ ଓ the way that you are simply so in-love with him; at times you end up flustering him when he turns to you at times and finds you already staring back at him, your eyes full of awe and a small lovestruck smile on your face. it’s grounds for having him actually blush on his face rather than his ears. squishes your face and calls you his pretty, precious girl.

“ayy pretty, pretty girl. yes, yes you are. I’ll here none of it. my best girl, mi preciosa.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ expect him to be very protective over you. he doesn’t want anyone taking advantage of you, not with your innocence and sweetness. he really embodies the doberman boyfriend should he sense something that feels off with someone you’re talking to. makes sure to loom behind you and glare the person down, watching in satisfaction as they scamper off. yet the moment you turn around to look at him after glancing around in confusion, he’s immediately smiling so that you don’t have the chance to catch his previously intimidating look. cups your face and presses a few kisses to your lips in the process.

“hey there mi amor. . . hmm? what I’m doing here? well I’m here to see my pretty girl of course — wanna go grab a milkshake?”

˖ ࣪ ଓ loves you so so much and wouldn’t trade you in for the world.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🧁 ꒱ 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂

˖ ࣪ ଓ one would think that someone of the scientist’s nature would grow irritated with having such a significant other, but they would be sorely wrong. while she might not show it to the common eye, rishima absolutely adores having you as her girlfriend. it’s so relieving to be around you since you’re the exact opposite of her.

˖ ࣪ ଓ sunshine x grumpy hellloooo you’re both perfect for each other. your little smiles and gleams in comparison to her blank, often intimidating looks? y’all are so gay.

˖ ࣪ ଓ at times she forgets that she has to simplify some things that she says when it comes to her work. she will go on a whole tangent telling you about her recent project, only to look over and find you looking at her with the most lost smile. she always sighs, strokes your cheek with her thumb and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“you didn’t understand a thing I just said did you? well that’s alright, doll. I’m glad you like my voice.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ alternatively, cannot get enough of your voice. loves when you start rambling to her about anything and everything. she silently listens, staring at you with so much love in her magenta eyes. love that will be inconceivable should one not know rishima enough.

˖ ࣪ ଓ she takes pride in teaching you new things. even if you may not always understand. it brings her happiness when she sees the way that your eyes light up when you understand something and how you do excited little wiggles. it makes her heart flutter. she is always so patient with you despite her reputation contradicting such.

˖ ࣪ ଓ at times she forgets about how innocent you are and might say things bluntly, as it is her nature. she always gets a bit confused when you gasp and place a hand over your mouth, only for her to quickly realise. she can never stop herself from chuckling and reaching over to press her red lips to the side of your head. if you catch her in the right mood, she might even tease you a bit for it.

˖ ࣪ ଓ admittedly your clinginess took some getting used to. she is a very busy person given her line of work and sometimes she feels bad when she cannot give you all of the attention that you want and deserve. she always makes sure to make up for it in any way that you can. whether that be taking you out on various dates whenever she gets some time on her hands or snuggling up to you whenever she gets home late. during the latter, should you wake up, she typically offers you to have some warm drinks in the kitchen with her, all while she strokes at your sides and presses kisses along your shoulders.

“evening doll. . . mm, yeah, got back a bit late. want some hot chocolate? yeah? come along then sweetheart. . . let me hear about your day.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ sometimes you surprise rishima with how much you really love her. as someone who battles with a lot of insecurities, she sometimes feels undeserving of your love. but when you look at her with such adoration, she actually feels human. you make her feel alive.

˖ ࣪ ଓ have mercy on those that use your kindness and airheadedness against you. rishima has made it abundantly clear that she is not afraid to throw people down either physically or with her words should they get a bit too comfortable with you. she tends to get a bit more protective than you realise. even going as far as threatening to ruin people’s lives behind your back should they so much as make you cry.

˖ ࣪ ଓ sometimes you make her lose braincells with the things you say. once you started debating why people find it normal to drink milk from animals but not humans — it’s times like these where she kisses you to distract you.

˖ ࣪ ଓ to combat your clingliness and her busy schedule, at times, she allows you to sit with her while she’s doing research work. allows you to sit all pretty in her lap or on her desk should she need to use her equipment. has your hand in one of hers while she continues on with her work.

˖ ࣪ ଓ wishes she could give you the world honestly. you’re so precious to her and while her typical expressions might not show it — she’s absolutely smitten for you.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🧁 ꒱ 𝒛𝒉𝒂𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒐

˖ ࣪ ଓ he would adore his bimbo girlfriend with his entire being — no quite literally. even the symbiote bound to him cannot get his hands or mind off of you. fighting with haitao on the daily to be the one in control for a bit just so he can see you and play around with you and listen to your giggles as he plays with your hair and tickles your body. all to hear those lovely laughs you allow to pass through your body — all to see that big smile and those shining eyes pointed in his direction and his direction only.

˖ ࣪ ଓ tired grumpy x energetic sunshine trope — and you know what, it’s perfect, because you bring this reaper man back to life within seconds with just one flash of a smile or look from you.

˖ ࣪ ଓ if there is something that he can never get enough of, it is watching your smiles and happy expressions turn confused within seconds when he begins explaining his work plans to you. and when you bite your lip while smiling in slight embarrassment for not being able to understand any of what he told you, he can only ever feel a rush of excitement go through him, as he gets to squish your face and reassure you that he should’ve explained it in a different way. and he does indeed always end up explaining it to you all over again, this time in a less complicated way than the last, so that he can see the way your face shifts between confusion and interest.

˖ ࣪ ଓ clingy? you think you can out-cling this man? he has lost way too much in his life to let go of you, so your clinginess is absolute heaven to both famine and him. you two ( three ) can easily make people sick from sight of the physical closeness you have with each other. you send this man to the stratosphere when you initiate physical affection and draw him to do the same to you. your touch is intoxicating to him. whenever he has to go work, you’ll both be weeping and whining about not wanting to.

“I don’t want to go either baobei — I knoooooow, I know. . . hhhhh I know. come here let me kiss the departure away. yeah? you’d like that wouldn’t you. I certainly would. pretty pretty pretty, beautiful girl.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ one thing he can worry about sometimes is your air-headedness. he loves you so very much and he knows that despite everything, you are very capable and can speak up for yourself. . . sometimes — and then other times, when he watches you run into danger without any care whatsoever, that precious smile covering your lips, he can get a little worried for you. oftentimes ends up being the one dragging you away from any potential danger or conflict so you don’t get yourself hurt on accident. he finds your air-headedness as amusing as he finds it concerning. he can’t say much though can he? not when he’s got famine bound to him.

“baobei. . . I know that you uh. wanna help but — I can do just fine, please just stay here because I don’t want you to get hurt, yeah? yeah that’s it. good girl.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ your innocence to him is quite amusing. he enjoys it whenever you spew out words and don’t always catch onto what they mean at first, until you then do the moment you notice the lift of his eyebrow and the smirk that his usually poker-faced expression shifts into. he especially loves to watch your entire face heat up and go deep red whenever he pins you up against any nearby wall and whispers small flirting compliments into your ears, while leaving subtle touches around your body to leave that lingering feeling of a hand on your waist, hips, thighs or ribs. all so that he can hear you whining out his name. hiding your face in the corner of his shoulder. which he never allows you to do for long, pulling away your face from his shoulder so that he can place deep kisses against your lips, barely allowing you have your oxygen.

˖ ࣪ ଓ he gets all giddy whenever you run up to him to tell him about something new you learned that you read or heard about from your mutuals and friends — even if he already knows what you’re talking about, he will listen intently and look at you like you are his entire world. because you are.

˖ ࣪ ଓ sometimes allows famine to wrap himself around you while you’re already hugging onto haitao. so it’s a nice little symbiotic hug.

“famine thinks. that you are never leaving. famine won’t let you.”

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ramblingsofaculinarystudent · 3 months ago

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Let's Talk About Christmas Food

Christmas is two days away, and like a lot of families at this time of year, I'm helping plan my family's annual Christmas dinner! This year, we've got turkey, the fixings, pies, and white grape bubbly. I've been trying to figure out what to talk about on my blog as well, since I've been absorbed into my own trauma work recently. I decided (finally) to delve into Christmas around the world, and what kind of foods especially are held in high regard during this time of year.

America

Mint is everywhere at this time: peppermint mocha, mint chocolate cookies, everything is mint all of a sudden. Although it's a sweet relief after the storm of pumpkin-everything that hit relatively hard this year (how many damn times was I served something that looked like butterscotch pudding when in reality it was, in fact, pumpkin?!), it'll become old news by January.

Americans also love their turkey: we get it twice a year, at Thanksgiving and sometimes Christmas. When turkey becomes insufferable, we often will go for ham. All the traditional sides come with it as well: mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, veggies (whatever your family likes), and at the end of it all comes, traditionally, a pumpkin pie. It's pretty much second Thanksgiving.

Hell, Americans love Christmas dinner so much, they have a song about it.

Canada/Quebec

The Quebecois have this thing called Tourtiere pie that's eaten on major holidays: it's a basic pork pie in a buttery crust. The filling differs from family to family: some will add turkey to the pork, some will add potatoes. Either way, it's kind of tradition to only have tourtiere homemade, rather than buying the frozen ones in the store. Oftentimes, you will find older generations of the Quebecois using ketchup as a dip for their pie, even though it's kind of taboo.

Quebec also brags about a well-known Christmas market every year, which allows patrons to indulge in the aesthetic of the city as well as the gifts offered by local businesses. Maple flavoured everything is pretty popular, even to the point that the stores where I am (I live near a large Quebecois settlement) also carry the maple candies around this time of year.

In French, the preferred Christmas greeting is "Joyeux Noël!"

Mexico

Mexico has this very interesting Christmas tradition called "Las Posada" which is a procession that occurs from the 16th to Christmas eve where children are given candles and figures of the holy family and go around singing. The houses each turn them away until they reach the right one, which allows them to enter and have a party. Another version of this I learned was that they were not to be allowed in until the reached a local church.

Food differs from family to family: some prefer tamales, while others prefer oxtail soup. Piñatas are often brought out as well, which are filled with candy or small gifts.

A common hymn sung during this time is Que Preciosas Mañanitas.

"Feliz Navidad," like the song, is how to say Merry Christmas in Spanish.

England

England has some interesting traditions, especially when it comes to Crimbo food: first of all, no setting out cookies for Santa: British Santa gets brandy and a mincemeat pie. England also shares the tradition of roast turkey for Christmas, except they often plate it was tiny, bacon wrapped sausages as well. Somehow, this wasn't brought over along with a lot of traditions when the Puritans came. Brussel sprouts are also commonly served along with the turkey, which, okay whatever. Bread sauce is also a mainly British thing which is a sauce that utilises bread as a thickener (a trick that dates back to the Middle Ages, by the way).

Following the meal is something called a Christmas Pudding: a sort of fruitcake that's been steeped in alcohol for the past few months and which is lit on fire in order to burn it off. Christmas pudding is pretty good, although if you don't like an alcoholic flavour, it won't be for you. This is also not to be confused with "Figgy Pudding" which is an entirely different thing.

Around Twelfth Night, chicken pies are often eaten (they contain only chicken and gravy), and Crimbo celebrations tend to be closed out. This is one of my favourite traditions that my family brought over from England and Wales hundreds of years ago.

And of course, bonus info, Mari Lewd for anyone who's interested.

Italy

Italian Christmas starts on December 8th, on the Day of Immaculate Conception (which doesn't represent the day Mary conceived, but the day she herself was conceived). On Christmas Eve, red meat isn't allowed, only fasting (in the medieval sense: a fish on Fridays sort of thing). Baccalà, or salted cod, is a traditional dish that is served on the 24th. On Christmas Day, feasting begins: roast meat, pasta, and traditional desserts. Panettone, a sweet bread, is often served on the 25th, and so is pasta en brodo-pasta in broth. Like many other European countries, Christmas festivities last for 12 days, and bring with them lots of delicious foods.

"Ti auguro Buon Natale" means "I wish you a Merry Christmas" In Italian.

Germany

Germany is kind of the King of modern Christmas: ever since Queen Victoria introduced these traditions to the UK in the 19th century, they've been mainstays in households around the world since. One of the more well known dishes served on this day is Stollen: a dense fruit bread that is dusted with powdered sugar. Germans also really like to have Hippocras (spiced wine) around this time of year, as well as an assortment of different sweets and chocolates from the Christmas Market. On Christmas eve, the more popular choice of main course is goose, although other families might prefer duck, rabbit, etc.

Another traditional drink served around this time is Feuerzangenbowle, or fire punch. It's oftentimes lit on fire when presented.

"Fröhliche Weihnachten!" is how to say Merry Christmas in German.

Japan

Christmas has invaded Japan, and they've created their own customs for this time of year! One of the really interesting aspects of Japanese Christmas traditions is how fried chicken, usually KFC chicken, is commonly eaten as Christmas Dinner. It's become so much of a thing that KFC created an annual deal for a large dinner meal that includes a large serving of chicken and sides, served in a festive bucket, and which comes with a chocolate cake. Another commonly eaten dish for Christmas in Japan is the infamous strawberry shortcake: vanilla sponge cake with whipped frosting/cream and strawberries in the middle! Delicious!

Christmas is also 1-2 days after The Emperor's birthday (a state holiday in Japan).

"Merīkurisumasu" is a common way that folks wish each other a Merry Christmas in Japan.

Happy Holidays to my followers, and I hope you have a lovely Christmas meal and a good end of the year!!!

#Christmas #christmas food #jolly and bright #christmas around the world #culinary #ramblings of a culinary student

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