#she's half hispanic yes

[seleneprince]

Part 2 of my MC's file from the yandere!batfam au

HER ARSENAL:

-Lucia's skills as a hacker are inspired by the Watch Dogs universe.

-She can remotely hack phones to access data, disable alarms, or track locations. Tamper with security cameras for intel or to map out routes. Overloard junction boxes to create distractions or disable power.

-Even manipulate traffic lights to cause accidents or create a escape route.

-She can also override vehicle systems, remotely controlling cars or locking people inside.

-She's also an inventor. Her fascination with tech doesn't end only in programming. She loves creating and developing tech stuff. Robots and drones are her favourites, designed for surveillance, as weapons, or other related tasks, such as planting bugs and retreiving items.

-With time, she learns to build specialized tools like signal jammers, EMPs, or hacking tools disguised as everyday items. Nothing escapes her.

-She has many hiding spots in Gotham, after years of finding routes by jumping through rooftops and sneaking around, but she mostly frecuents her main safehouse, that's located within an abandoned warehouse in The Narrows, and extends below utilizing portions of the closed underground station.

-She knows no one would think of looking down there, unless they know what they're looking for.

-It serves her as a workshop, but also as an operations center and her own personal heaven, where she can rest and enjoy herself in peace. She feels more at home there than in the Wayne manor.

-She puts her gymnastic skills to good use, sneaking through rooftops, alleyways, and urban infrastructure to her advantage. Sometimes she'll rely on drones for mobility instead, controlling them to scale virtually any wall and obstacle that she can't by bypass with parkour.

-She's not a fighter, but years of judo classes have allowed to defend herself when the situation calls for it. She's usually armed with compact, high-voltage stun weapons that incapacitate people without killing them. All of which designed and developed by her.

-She operates with an alter ego, Ghost, and later Zero, with which she manages her "errands" and communicates with people who hire her services. At first, the alter ego only exists online, but with time, she begins to intervene more in her missions, and it's not unusual for her to sneak into places to do her work, so she uses a disguise.

-When she's acting as her alter ego, she wears form-fitting athletic wear for unrestricted movement, with a jacket over it with deep pockets and hidden compartments, that helps conceal her shape. A sleek, high-design mask that covers from her nose to her forehead, equipped with augmented reality features for hacking on the go and a voice modifier, which creates a robotic tone that makes impossible to discern her age or gender. She also uses gloves, to keep her fingerprints away from any surface.

-She started doing some hacking here and there for hiring, but eventually, she associates with villains and works with them. She does some morally and legally questionable stuff (downright crimes) for money and also for the thrill of power, for the self-validation.

-Regardless, she doesn't really follow anyone. She works on her own terms and mostly does her own things. She's friends with some other hackers too and they work together from time to time, but otherwise, she acts alone.

-The classes and extracurricular activities she took in an effort to impress her family (judo, gimnastics, programming, drawing) have proven to be very useful with her new job, giving her a set of skills that she's honed for her not-so-legal endevours.

-She has her own motorbike, her favourite gift from Alfred that she treasures. She calls it "my baby", and has given it a few not very legal modifications to improve the design to her taste.

Personal info:

-She doesn't call Bruce "dad" or "father". It's always Bruce, or Mr Wayne if she feels particulally petty.

-She was banned from judo competitions after accidentally breaking her oponent's leg. In her defense, she had an awful day and the poor bastard decided it was a good idea to taunt her into hitting him. She claims she's gotten over it already (lies, she still gets pissy over it).

-She's been practically raised by Alfred, and they have the sweetest bond. He's the only person in the manor she respects, and wants to make him proud. That's why she does her best to hide her double life from him, knowing he would dissaprove.

-Funny enough, because Alfred is the same one who taught her how to shoot a gun and where to stab someone to render them helpless. The man is no fool, he knows he can't stop a teenager from doing dumb shit, but he can at least make sure she's prepared for the worst outcomes.

-She has the habit of moving around the manor like a monkey, climbing and jumping around like the proud gymnast she is. The manor is like a obstacle park for her. Why take the stairs when she can just jump off the rail and land gracefully on the ground? It's much faster.

-Alfred had to patch her up more than once from stunts gone wrong, but always encouraged her that "there's no victory without failure".

-She's grown up helping Alfred around the manor, slowly but surely taking his tasks from him and doing them herself so he can rest. She's worried about his high activity at his old age, fearing he might drop dead one day out of exhaustion.

-They share the house chores, and he calls her "his little helper", even though she's taller than him now. Lucia's heart melts when he calls her that, but pretends to complain with "she's not a kid anymore"

-She's fixated with the color red ever since her mom's death, specially with the kind of red that resembles blood stains. At the same time, she has severe claustrophobia.

-She hates the color green ever since Damian tried to kill her. It reminds her of his eyes.

-Speaking of it, she's either indifferent or polite with the others, but she hates Damian with passion. He gave her trauma, nightmares and a permanent scar on her neck that would never dissapear, among being an absolute bully whenever their paths cross. She avoids him entirely.

-Even thought she's stranged, she's still known as Bruce Wayne's daughter. She got kidnapped not much later after moving in to Wayne Manor by Penguin, whom she won over by being overly nice and polite with despite her circumnstances. Her mother taught her that bowing her head and be pleasant could save her life in the worst situations (pity it didn't save her)

-She was rescued quickly enough by Bruce, but he handled the ordeal as if it was an inconvenience rather than his daughter having been in a life-threatening situation.

-She's been kidnapped and attempted to more times over the years, each one cementing her belief that she had to save herself because no one else would.

-Her little brother, Marco, is a year younger than Damian, and has dyslexia, which is one of the reasons Lucia works so hard to provide him the best from a distance. She knows the educational system doesn't fit kids with special needs like him, specially if they're orphans.

-She's taken upon herself to be a mother for Marco, unconsciously seeking to cope with their mom's death by taking her place in his life. She visits him frecuently at the orphanage and pulls strings so he doesn't get adopted. It's selfish, she knows, but she can't stand the idea of another family getting him and losing contact with him.

-Being possessive with family runs in her blood.

-She adores him, but her relationship with the boy is also built on her feelings of neglect and the trauma of losing their mother. She holds unto him not only out of love, but because she feels he's the only true family she has. The only brother who loves her unconditionally and doesn't make her feel like shit.

-She's a parentified oldest daughter at its finest, used to act like an adult even at a young age. The only times she allows herself to be a girl her age is when she's alone with Alfred or with her best friends.

-She smokes and has some self-destructive tendencies, but crosses the line at getting drunk.

-She has discounts at the Iceberg Lounge whenever she goes. Gets along surprisingly well with Oswald Cobblepot, with him being somewhat fond of her since the kidnapping.

-Because of this, she has met a couple of villains already and even talked to them. Ivy and Harley are secretly scouting her for Siren potential, trying to see if she's worth it.

-All of them at some point have met her alter ego online. She has contacts everywhere.

-Marco's biological father is a pillar in both their lives since they were kids, and Lucia has a complex dynamic with the man. His identity is relevant to the plot.

-Out of all her "siblings", she likes Duke the most. He's the only one who's been friendly with her since the beginning and hasn't gotten bored of her, unlike Stephanie. They were close before, but after Lucia found out their secret identities, she kept her distance from him, much to his sadness.

-She doesn't mind Barbara and Cassandra. She's polite when she sees them and has no particular problem with their presence.

-She strongly dislikes Dick, Jason and Stephanie, and she doesn't have an opinion on Tim, beyond that he has assholes vibes.

-My Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Damian Wayne from this au are inspired by the ones from @solelifauna. If you want to get an idea, go check her works and you'll understand.

-Lucia knows all of their vigilante lives, but pretends she doesn't so to not give them a reason to bother her. Alfred is aware that she knows, since he was there when she found out, in an accidental way.

-Long story short, she snuck in the Batcave and saw all the stuff, including the uniforms. She had a mental breakdown right there and rushed to pack her stuff, determined to run away. She's a criminal, she doesn't want to share space with the people who hunt down those who break the law. Alfred caught her and managed to convince her to stay, agreeing that she would keep the secret and the family wouldn't have to know about this incident.

-Alfred thinks he reacted like that because she's afraid of being targeted by the Batfamily's enemies.

-In reality, she's afraid of being targeted by the Batfamily themselves.

@bunbunboysworld

[glitterhoof]

okay thinking about paulina again why did they do that to her.

[adrienneleclerc]

Can You Be My Boyfriend?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N is Ferrari’s social media manager and when one of the mechanics doesn’t take no for an answer, she pretends she’s dating a certain Ferrari driver.

Warning: grammatical and spelling errors cuz I don’t proofread

A/N: i just wanted to say thank you so much for the love y’all gave “Prince of Ferrari”, it means a lot to me as a new Charles Leclerc writer. I hope y’all like this one too, just like Olivia Rodrigo, I am so American,

Y/N walked into Fred’s office.

“Mr. Vasseur, I had an idea for a new C2 challenge.” Y/N said.

“What did you have in mind, Y/N?” Fred asked.

“I was thinking we make dishes from each place we go to. Like Cuban food from Miami, Texas barbecue ribs, paella from Spain, and we have Charles and Carlos match the dishes to their flag. I personally think it would be fun, you know? Or we could do a video where the drivers tell us from which Grand Prix the photo was taken.” Y/N suggested.

“Those are very good ideas, Y/N, see if the boys are up to it, will you? Figure out when the best time is to film that.” Fred said.

“Yes, will do.” Y/N said and left his office. She walked to the living room (does the hospitality have a living room? I don’t know) to see Carlos and Charles chatting to away.

“There she is! Como has estado, hermosa?” Carlos asked Y/N, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.

“Ha estado súper bien, un poquito cansada, pero nada que no se puede arreglar con un café.” Y/N said, her and Carlos laughed.

“I understand half of that.” Charles said.

“Now you know how I feel when you speak French.” Y/N said. “Anyway, as your social media manager, I had an idea for an upcoming challenge, we have to make the most of this season.” Y/N said.

“We hear you, mon ange, what’s the idea?” Charles asked.

“Can you guys guess what Grand Prix this is based off the picture?” Y/N asked, showing them a picture on her phone.

“That’s when I won in Monza.” Charles answered.

“Good, this is your challenge, guessing Grand Prixs based off a photo.” Y/N said putting her phone away. “It’s not much, but it’s different from what you guys have done in the past. You could also match dishes to their countries.” Y/N said.

“Sounds like a fun challenge.” Carlos said.

“Good to hear. I’m gonna be with the photographer, he’s taking photos of the new livery and I need to approve them before I post them on Instagram. See ya later, okay?” Y/N said, stepping into the garage where she sees the photographer looking over the photos on his camera.

“Y/N! You’re here, tell me what you think, and be brutally honest. Do you think they came out to blurry?” The photographer, Daniel, asked. Y/N started looking them over.

“They look great, honestly, it matches Ferrari’s instagram feed, you did a good job. Can you upload them to the computer?” Y/N asked and Daniel said that he could. He left Y/N alone on the garage and that’s when one of the mechanics, Ruggero, approached her.

“Sei bellissima, a more mío.” Ruggero told her. Y/N rolled her eyes,

“Grazie, Rugge, what do you want?” Y/N asked.

“You are very hostile towards me, you know? I might be able to forgive you if you go out with me.” Ruggero said.

“Not gonna happen, Rugge, aren’t you tired of getting rejected?” Y/N asked.

“I bounce back. Come on, amore, why won’t you let me take you out? You think you’re too good for me?” Ruggero asked.

“What are you talking about? Oh my god, I don’t think I’m too good for you, where the hell did you get that from?” Y/N asked, so confused at the turn this conversation took.

“Well that’s the only thing I could think of, you come from the states, you clearly think you’re better than Europeans.” Ruggero said and Y/N had enough of this nonsense.

“I have a boyfriend! Que pesado eres, me cae.” Y/N said.

“Really, who’s the boyfriend?” Ruggero asked. Y/N saw Charles walking into the garage.

“Muñeco, there you are!” Y/N said loudly, walking up to Charles and kissed him. Charles widened his eyes in shock but kissed her back and they both pulled away, Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest and Charles rubbed her back.

“Congratulations, does Fred know?” Ruggero asked.

“It’s private right now, we’re just seeing how this goes.” Y/N replied and as soon as Ruggero left, Y/N pulled away from Charles. “I am so sorry! Ruggero wouldn’t leave me alone so I had to tell him I had a boyfriend and honestly whoever walked through that door was going to be the victim of my lie but I am glad it’s you and not Carlos, mainly because Ruggero knows Rebecca is dating him.” Y/N explained quickly but Charles was still distracted, thinking about the kiss Y/N gave him.

“I’m sorry, what?” Charles asked.

“Can you be my boyfriend?” Y/N asked.

“I Don’t think we could pull this off, Y/N. We work together.” Charles said.

“We would only have to pretend we’re dating around Ruggero, no one else has to know, I promise.” Y/N said.

“Okay fine.” Charles said, him and Y/N were walking back to the main area (I don’t know how this works) and Carlos was standing next to Fred and Ruggero with a smile.

“Congratulations, cabrón,” Carlos told charles, hugging him. “You two are adorable.” Charles turned to look at Y/N with a look that said ‘no one will know, yeah right’

“I didn’t know you two were dating.” Fred commented.

“It’s still new.” Charles replied, putting his arm around Y/N.

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with the social media posts, it should be fine.” Fred said before walking away. Ruggero smiled before going back to the garage.

“Now I know why you always called her ‘mon ange’, que coqueto saliste, eh charles.” Carlos said, leaving Y/N and Charles alone, Y/N pulled away to face Charles.

“Well so much for that plan, I really am sorry, Charles.” Y/N said.

“You know what? It’s alright, it’s okay, pretending around here should be easy enough, this can’t get worse, right?” Charles asked.

“I Don’t think it can. How about I buy you lunch for getting you into this situation? I swear I did not mean for this to happen.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, sure let’s get lunch, where do you want to go?” Charles asked.

“Well since this lunch is my treat, you choose where we should go.” Y/N said. Charles and Y/N walked to the parking lot together and Y/N was walking towards her car when Charles grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards his car. “Seriously?”

“Well what kind of boyfriend would I be if we went to lunch in different cars?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, makes sense, Ruggero is watching through the window too, let’s go.” Y/N said. Charles opened the passenger door and Y/N got in, he close the door behind her, ever there gentleman, and he got into the driver seat. He turned on the car, and gave Y/N his phone so she can choose the music.

They arrived at the restaurant and like always, there were fans recording Charles and Y/N in the car, leaving the car, eating at the restaurant, talking, laughing, within the hour, Charles and Y/N were trending on Instagram, Twitter (X), and TikTok. As they waited for the check, Y/N was scrolling on TikTok when she found a video of her and Charles in the car.

“Charles, i think our ‘relationship’ went public.” Y/N said, showing him her phone. Charles’s eyes widened.

“Cant say I’m not surprised, I just thought videos wouldn’t be posted until later, you know?” Charles said and Y/N put her phone away.

“We haven’t even been ‘dating’ two hours and now everyone knows. You have no idea how sorry I am, I feel so bad for dragging you into this.” Y/N said.

“None of this wouldn’t have happened if Ruggero understood the word ‘no’ so you are fine, I’m glad I was able to help. But what was that thing you called me? ‘Muñeco’? Why did you call me that?” Charles asked.

“So ‘muñeco’ means ‘doll’, you have a pretty face, everyone says you’re good looking, you know you’re good looking. So muñeco just suits you, okay, especially with those dimples.” Y/N said, Charles smirked a little.

“You think I have a pretty face?” Charles asked teasingly.

“Great, I boosted your ego, like your head wasn’t big enough already. You literally said in one of those C2 challenges when Carlos had your photo that if you were a woman, you would be in love with yourself.” Y/N said. The waiter came in with the check and Y/N was going to take it but Charles was faster. “Dude, I told you I was gonna pay.”

“It would look good if you paid, there are cameras everywhere apparently.” Charles said, placing his credit card with the check. The waiter took the check.

“Then I’ll Apple Pay you. You gonna train today?” Y/N asked.

“Yes actually, come with me? You could post it to my story.” Charles asked. The waiter came back with Charles’s card.

“Yeah, I can do that. But we gotta go to Scuderia Ferrari for my car.” Y/N said, getting up from the table, Charles getting up as well.

“I think it can stay there overnight.” Charles said.

“You want me to spend the entire day with you? You’re insane.” Y/N commented as they were leaving the restaurant.

“Maybe, but it is to keep up appearances.” Charles said.

“I guess, but how long do we say we’ve been dating?” Y/N asked, getting into Charles’s car, he does the same.

“4 months seems good, don’t you think?” Charles asked.

“I guess that’s plausible.” Y/N said, Charles starts the car and drives off.

“Do you miss New York?” Charles asked.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“You travel a lot with us and you moved to Monaco for work, but do you ever miss New York? Your family? I know I miss my family when I’m away for races.” Charles said.

“I miss the food in New York, I can’t get decent tacos al pastor in Monaco, I gotta wait til the Mexican Grand Prix for them.” Y/N stated. “But yeah, I do miss New York.”

“You should ask for vacation time so you could go.” Charles said.

“I Don’t think they’ll give it to me, but thanks.” Y/N said.

For a week, Y/N and Charles have been spotted together everywhere, at races obviously, with Joris, Andrea, Doni, and Victoria, even with Charles’s family. Right now Y/N was with Charles at a club in Monaco. Y/N was at a table with Charles was at the bar getting drinks. Y/N noticed a girl flirting with Charles, touching his hand, before he pulled away with two drinks for him and Y/N.

“Charles, can we talk for a second?” Y/N asked.

“Sure, what’s on your mind, mon ange?” Charles asked, the nickname still causing butterflies in Y/N’s stomach.

“If you wanted to hook up with that girl, you can. I don’t want to have you tied down for a fake relationship.” Y/N said.

“I wasn’t interested in her at all, you know.” Charles commented.

“Really? What happens when the next girl that hits on you is more your type? I don’t want to hold you back, we are friends after all.” Y/N said.

“I have a confession to make.” Charles said, Y/N nodded her head for Charles to continue. “I’ve liked you for a while. Before you kissed me, it was a little crush, I thought it would have went away, but being with you this past week made my crush grow stronger. You don’t have to feel the same way, I just wanted to get this off my chest.” Y/N was shocked. Charles usually went for Instagram models, but he actually likes her, this was her dream come true.

“I’ve liked you for a while too, I just never thought you would see me that way.” Y/N said.

“I’m going to kiss you right now, okay?” Charles whispered, getting closer to Y/N, looking at her lips then back into her eyes, Y/N nodded, leaning in until their lips touched. It was a soft, gentle kiss, until Charles gained more confidence to do more. They pulled away. “Will you be my girlfriend? For real, this time?” Charles asked.

“Yes I will.” Y/N responded, they kissed again.

The End

Was this good? I think it was good, the pacing is weird, but I had no idea where this was going, just saying. Was it just as good as “prince of Ferrari”? Probably not, but I hope y’all liked it, should I keep writing Charles Leclerc fanfics?

[simpsdept]

Velvette x Carmilla x Fem reader smut

Words: 1.5k

“Soft and Rough”

A/n: I should probably be working on requests but- i really want to make some of my own work too! This idea popped up yesterday, and yes I like this ship, no hate yall.

Warnings: threesome, gay sex, femalexfemalexfemale, toys(straps) rough sex(velvette), gentle sex(Carmilla), praising (Carmilla), dirty talk(velvette), biting, making out, eating someone out, fingering, slight voice kink??(Carmilla), hair pulling

You and your girlfriends, Velvette and Carmilla, sit on the bed. Well, more like Velvette was on top of you, kissing you on your lap while Carmilla sat nearby reading a novel. Soft gasps and groans fill the air from you and Velvette, she wasn’t even giving you time to breath before shoving her tongue back in your mouth, again for the tenth time.

Groaning softly in annoyance with the noises, Carmilla sets her book down on the side table, looking at you two. “Can’t you stop for a while? It’s been 30 minutes now.” Carmilla says, irritated that her quiet time has been irrupted by her girlfriends make out session.

“Oh don’t be such a downer, we’re just having fun” Velvette smirked at Carmilla, her accent thick, then she looked at you. “Isn’t that right doll?”

You nod, blush still lightly covering your face, still aroused from making out. “Yea..why don’t you join us?” You offer to the weapons dealer, velvette still on top of you.

With a sigh, Carmilla nods and moved closer. “I suppose I might as well..there isn’t anything better to do.” Velvette smirked and pulled you closer, her lips latching onto your neck and sucked roughly, biting it as well, causing you to let out a louder moan of pain and pleasure as the skin that was bitten turns purple. “Must you be so rough?” Carmilla asked the young overlord.

Velvette chuckled and pulled her mouth off of your next more a second. “She likes it rough..she’ll be fine, just look at her, she’s so turned on right now.” Velvette smirked. Carmilla lifted the both of you up, sitting against the headboard and pulling you onto her lap, your back against her chest. Velvette moves in front of you and Carmilla, rubbing your body up and down while Carmilla left soft kisses on your neck, her black lipstick trailing behind to mark it.

You let out a moan, Velvette’s tough touches and Carmillas soft ones were a perfect combination. Velvette’s nails trail under your shirt, rubbing and tracing your stomach. You shiver slightly at the feeling, as Carmilla let longer and deeper kisses onto your neck. “These clothes are in the way, don’t you think we should take them off?” Velvette smirked and suggested.

“I think we should…let’s see how gorgeous you are underneath Mi Amor..” Carmilla said seductively in your ear, her eyes half lidded and hazed with lust. You nod with a blush on your face, you couldn’t hold back your excitement anymore.

Velvette undos your pants, and Carmilla takes your shirt off. Velvette smirked as she saw the wet puddle on your panties from your arousal. “Look who’s wet already~” she said and ran a finger down your clothed, wanting clit. You let out a needy moan, clinging onto Carmilla behind you. Carmilla kissed your neck again, one of her hands caressing one side of you head, her fingers wrapped in your hair.

“You’re so gorgeous Corazon..” Carmilla whispered softly into your eyes, you close your eyes in pleasure, her voice hot and seductive, along with the hispanic(?) accent, it made her sound so hot..

Velvette pulled your panties off, forcing your legs open wide. She leaned down and started to leave long licks on your wet folds, causing you to gasp and moan. Carmilla wraps a hand around your waist, allowing you to hold onto her while Velvette pleasures your bottom half. You grip Carmillas arm, moaning and arching your back into Velvette’s face. “Oh you taste so fucking good..” veovette moaned and gripped your thighs, eating and sucking on your clit.

“Fuck..!..” you managed to moan out, gripping onto Carmillas arm tighter. Carmilla chuckled softly at your reaction and whispered soft praises and encouragement in your ear while still kissing your neck.

“Good girl Corazon…you’re doing so well” she says, her breath hot against your skin. Velvette finally thrusts one of her fingers into your needy cunt, making you gasp and moan. Her thrusts are powerful, showing no mercy while she pounds into your tight hole, though Carmilla didn’t stop her, they both knew you were enjoying it.

Your breaths turned to short gasps, your body trembling softly as your eyes close shut. You let out a cry, reaching your climax and letting go all over Velvette’s fingers. She pulls out of your cunt with a satisfying *pop* sound and licked her fingers clean. “That was too easy..why don’t we try something a bit..more?” She looked at you two for an answer, mainly Carmilla.

“I think she’s up for that..aren’t you Corazon~?” Carmilla looked down at you in her lap, you were still panting softly from the last orgasm, but you not anyways, after all it’s what your girlfriends want. Velvette gets off of you and off the bed, going over to a drawer in the closet. Carmilla lifts you off of you lap and places you down on your stomach. “You look so good beneath me my love..” she whispered, hovering over your smaller body.

You let out a soft whimper and groan, enjoying the attention. Velvette then came back with two straps, holding them out for Carmilla to see. “What color do you want?”

“Purple” Carmilla responds, and Velvette handed the purple strap over to Carmilla.

“Good cause I look way better in hot pink” velvette states and buckled the strap onto her waist, Carmilla doing the same. Your them lifted by your hips slightly by carmilla, her large hand and arm wrapping around your waist, the other places on the bed to hold herself up, though she had no troubles holding your smaller frame. Velvette on the other hand gripped a hand full of your hair rather roughly, and pulled your head back a little. Before you knew it Velvette already had forced her strapon into your unready mouth, you let out a gag when it hits the back of your throat, hitting it over and over again due to Velvette already thrusting.

Carmilla, luckily, was much more gentle with your already sore pussy. She gentle pushed her strap into your tight sex and moved slowly but surely. You let out a moan when you felt the cool rubber enter you, then a whimper when velvette hit the back of your throat roughly. Tears well up in your eyes at the feeling and burning in your throat. “Shh..you’re doing so good for us Corazon…just a little longer..your okay..” Carmilla whispered gently and thrusts into your cunt with her strap a little rougher, but not rough enough to hurt you.

“Oh that’s a good girl..taking our cocks so well aren’t you? You just like being so filled by us..” Velvette smirked and gripping your hair harder, pulling and pushing her strapon in and out of your mouth harder and harder. You felt Carmilla leave soft kisses on the back of your neck, her hip’s thrusting hitting against your ass while pushing the rubber cock deeper into you, hitting your g-spot. You let out a loud moan through Velvette’s rubber cock, your eyes squeezed shut and your fingers held the sheet tightly. Her hand starts to trail in between your thighs and pull your legs apart more.

You can feel your mouth dripping saliva from the rubber cock in your mouth, having no other place to go since the cock took up most of your mouth. “Is that tasty? I bet it is..” Velvette laughed and thrusts harder than before. You gag over and over again with every thrust she makes, along with Carmillas thrusting from behind, it made you feel like you were floating.

You start to let out more cry’s and moans and whimpers, your body trembling from intense pleasure and pain. Finally, Carmillas rubber cock finally got your climax, causing you to let out a loud cry muffled by Velvette’s cock, and cum onto Carmillas cock. Carmilla kissed you softly on the back of your neck and your spine, letting you ride out your orgasm without any troubles. She pulled out of your precummed cunt gently, leaving you feeling empty. Velvette finally pulls out too, your saliva covered it and strands of your saliva connected the tip from your lips. You collapse onto the bed after they pull out and Carmilla lets go of your waste.

Both Carmilla and Velvette set their straps aside and lay next to you, kissing and cleaning you up. Carmilla pulls the both of you close under the blankets and holds the book she was reading before, allowing the both of you to fall asleep on her.

A/n: idk if that was good cause I’ve never written two characters x reader smut before!!

[zepskies]

Smoke Eater - Part 1

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Happy Hispanic Heritage Month!! 🥳❤️‍🔥 You guys really warmed my heart with all the excitement for this story. I'm very happy to bring you the first chapter. I hope it doesn't disappoint! 😘

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Word Count: 4,000 Warnings: Tense situations, brief mention of claustrophobia, and a good old-fashioned meet cute.

Part 1: "Class and Style"

Come on, come on, come on!

The toe of your heeled foot tapped on the floor as you, once again, waited for the elevator to make its slow climb back up to the 22nd floor.

In your hand was a tray carrying two steaming lattes: one small, plain hazelnut, and the other a venti caramel frappe with all the sugary bells and whistles. Complete with extra whipped cream, because your boss was a goddamn child.

I shouldn’t even be getting his coffee, you thought sourly. This is his assistant’s job!

And if this elevator didn’t climb any faster, having to stop at Starbucks during your meager lunch break for your boss’s morning fix would make you late for a very important sales meeting.

“Let’s go, Betsy. Come on,” you muttered. “You can do it.”

Yes, you’d named the contraption that usually managed to carry you all the way to your correct floor. When she wasn’t broken down for maintenance. 

The four walls of the narrow elevator shook and creaked as it cleared the 20th floor. You inhaled sharply, but resisted the urge to grab the inner guardrail. This thing was old, just like the rest of the building.

But then, Betsy screeched and made an abrupt stop.

You were woefully unprepared. You slid in your heels and gasped—both at the jolt, and at the hot lattes tipping out of your hand and down your blouse and skirt.

Shit!

You didn’t even have time to wince at the scalding hot coffee, as you nearly rolled an ankle in the spillage. Luckily, you were able to grab at that guardrail. You sucked in relatively even breaths as you realized what happened…

The elevator stopped, but not on your floor.

“Oh, God…” you uttered, staring up at the red, digital “21” above the metal doors. It was blinking, but not moving. Just like you weren’t moving. Which meant…you were stuck.

Okay, not a big deal. You’re fine, you thought, trying to calm yourself. All you had on you was your phone, your ID, and your credit card. You’d decided to leave your purse in your desk, since you were just walking across the street.

But that was okay! Because you still had your phone…

“No service. Of course,” you muttered, raising your phone high to try and get a bar. This elevator was a dead zone, and it always had been. Fucking hell…

So you did the only thing you could think of.

You shouted for help.

You pressed the emergency alarm, several times.

You could hear it blare and echo outside of the chamber of the elevator, but no one seemed to hear you. Your work building was huge, made up of several departments and hundreds of employees here at Savage & Co. There was always plenty going on, especially in the middle of the morning.

Maybe no one could hear you.

“All right. Don’t…don’t panic,” you told yourself. Even though your heart was beginning to pound.

You finally pressed the “Call” button outlined in red. You didn’t know if it worked; half the floor buttons on the console didn’t even light up anymore.

But to your relief, the sound of a phone line ringing echoed through the small speaker. After a few rings, someone answered.

“Fire Department.”

“Oh, God. Yes!”

With a hand on the rail, you managed to kneel down next to the speaker. Your free hand brushed a strand of hair away from your dewy face. There was no AC in here, and you were starting to sweat. Thankfully, the rest of your hair was pulled up into a clip.

“I’m stuck in one of the oldest elevators known to man,” you told the disembodied voice.

“Sorry to hear that. What’s your name?”

You gave them your name, along with the address of your company’s building. The voice promised that they were dispatching a until to come and get you out soon.

“How soon is soon?” you asked.

“…About forty-five minutes, give or take.”

Jesus Christ.

You baked inside Betsy for close to an hour. While your makeup slowly melted, you found a corner of the ground that wasn’t covered by a coffee puddle, and you pressed the alarm button at random intervals. Still, no one seemed to hear it. You used the empty coffee tray to try and fan yourself.

Your phone was also useless. You tucked that along with your credit card into your bra for safe keeping. You’d definitely missed your meeting about the prospective Zimmerman account—one you and your coworker Josh were competing to nail down, as the top performers in the sales department. You couldn’t even catch up on your emails.

Damn it, Nick’s gonna chew my head off, you thought. But then you frowned, your brows furrowing. Well, it’s his fault for not maintaining this damn building. And for ordering a damn caramel frappe! What is he, a 12-year-old girl?

Your skirt was still sticky on the side. With a sigh, you leaned your head back against the metal wall and closed your eyes. Ah, well. At least I’m not claustrophobic.

“Fire Department!” called a man’s voice from above. “Can you hear me down there?”

You gasped and opened your eyes. Your gaze raised heavenward, and you called out to the voice.

“Hello?!”

“Ah, we found you. You okay, ma’am? Are you hurt?”

“Y-Yes…” You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see it. “I mean, no. I’m not hurt.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear,” he said. “You’re stuck between two floors, but we’re gonna get you out, all right?”

“Okay.” You sucked in a shaky breath and grabbed the rail so you could get back onto your feet. “I’m stuck on the 21st floor right?”

“Well, in between 21 and 22. Hold on one sec.”

 You stood there with bated breath, just waiting for something to happen. You heard tools whirring, felt the elevator shutter for a moment, but it didn’t budge. Until you heard a thump on the roof. You looked up, but of course you couldn’t see what was happening.

Until a square patch in the roof was unscrewed and drawn back, revealing a firefighter in almost all his gear: wearing a gray shirt tucked into navy pants, red suspenders, black boots and gloves. All he was missing was a jacket and a hardhat.

He did wear a harness, and he held another one in his gloved hand, as well as a charming, almost boyish grin on his face.

“There you are,” he greeted.

You didn’t know if it was the lack of AC, or his ridiculously handsome features, but you felt your face heat up further.

“Uh, hi,” you said, very eloquently. You offered a smile back. “Thanks for the rescue.”

“Well, we haven’t gotten there yet, but we will,” he said, still with that grin as he lowered the second harness down to you. “I’m Dean. What’s your name?”

You gave it to him as you took the harness.

“Nice to meet you, despite the circumstances,” he said. “I’m sure you didn’t have this on your bingo card today, did ya?”

You snorted in response. “Not even in my fortune cookie.”

It earned an amused look from him. Then he proceeded to instruct you on how to put the harness on around your waist and shoulders and clip the straps together.

“Okay, good. Now tug it, make sure it’s tight enough,” Dean said, motioning with his hand. You obliged him.

“Perfect.” He nodded, before crouching down and lowering his hands through the compartment. “All right, now. Just take my hands. I’m gonna pull you up.”

You looked up at him, then and at the narrow escape hatch with uncertainty.

“It’s okay,” he said, noting your reluctance (and your white-knuckle grip on the guardrail). “It’s perfectly safe.”

“Yeah, I doubt anything about this situation is safe,” you replied wryly. You glanced at the elevator’s metal walls. Even now, they groaned under Dean’s shifting weight.

“I mean, I’m sure you’re strong and all,” you said, with a vague gesturing hand at him. You couldn’t quite tell from your limited vantage point, but Dean could barely fit his broad shoulders through the hole he’d opened up. He was probably a big guy.

Still, you didn’t like the idea of your legs dangling in mid-air. 

“I’m a woman, but I’m still a full-grown person,” you said, your brows beginning to furrow in worry. “People are heavy, and this thing is rickety as hell, and that’s a really tiny window…”

“All right,” Dean gently interrupted. He looked like he was trying hard not to chuckle, and you didn’t appreciate it…even though you were biting your lip, trying not to smile too (more in embarrassment).

“I promise you, the line’s got you,” he said. And he tugged on the sturdy rope that connected to your harness.

His eyes met yours directly, firm and assuring. They were green, you noticed, even in this fluorescent lighting.

“More importantly, I’ve got you. And there’s no way I’m gonna let you fall,” he said, with what seemed like every conviction in the world. “Just take my hands.”

He leaned in further so you could reach him.

…And damn it, you believed him.

Staring into his eyes, you found the courage to suck in a deep breath and release the guardrail. You reached up and let his hands curl tightly around yours. You gripped him right back.

“All right, pull up!” he called back over his shoulder.

You couldn’t see them, but you heard the voices of other firefighters as they slowly retracted Dean’s harness line as well as yours. When he was able to plant his feet on the roof of the elevator again, you held your breath as he pulled you all the way up as well.

You lost a heel along the way though. It fell off your foot and hit the bottom of the elevator below.

“Woops,” Dean said. His arms wrapped around you, and he held you securely against him when your heel (and bare foot) also met the elevator roof, a bit awkwardly. You both peered back down through the square hole.

“Want me to get that for you?” he offered, with another one of those grins.

Now you knew you were blushing. Stop it!

You shook your head as you clung to his arms. You felt the strength in them, and it steadied you, along with the easy way about him that said he was more than comfortable with the perils of rescuing trapped women from old-ass elevators.

“Don’t even worry about it,” you told him. “I just want to get the hell out of here.”

Dean chuckled then. “I hear ya. Let’s go, then.”

He glanced up and called out to a “Benny” and a “Gordon.” You assumed they were the men securing the harnesses that held you and Dean.

“Okay. You ready, sweetheart?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” you replied with a nod, even as you bit your lip again at the endearment. Usually when men called you sweetheart, (like your boss), it was like nails on a damn chalkboard.

But somehow, it didn’t seem so sleezy coming from the charming fireman.

You craned to looked up at his face. He was much taller than you, even with half your heels. Dean met your eyes again, and for a moment, you were tense. The elevator shaft was dark and cold, but the light from the open doors of the floor above allowed you to see his face, decorated lightly with stubble, and his brown hair that spiked to one side.

Your mouth parted, though you didn’t have a clue of what to say next…

You were saved when the lines went even more taut, and the firefighters on the floor above brought you and Dean all the way up to the 22nd floor. He helped you reach out to a bearded fireman, who supported your arms and carried you out of the elevator shaft, onto solid ground.

A small crowd had formed in the lobby. Zachariah the CFO was there, along with the building manager, and your friend Andréa, who looked both worried and relieved to see you. And even your boss, Nick, came forward to meet you once Benny and Dean helped you take off the harness.

“You’ve had a busy morning,” Nick drawled.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “You could say that.”

Technically, he was everyone’s boss: Nick Savage, CEO of Savage & Co. He’d inherited the company from his father. However, Nick believed his one sad year of college business classes made him an expert on running your sales department with a firm hand.

“Well, it’s good to see you’re all right,” he said. Though his eyes glanced down your stained, white blouse, down to your bare foot. His gaze made your spine prickle. And not in a good way.

You crossed your arms on reflex. “I know I missed the meeting—”

“We recorded it. You’ll be able to watch it later, take notes, all that good stuff,” he said, his head tilting in that lazy way of his. He gestured at you with a finger. “But, uh…once you’re done cleaning up, think you could nip back out and get me that coffee? Since, you know, you’re kind of wearing it.”

Behind you, the team of firefighters discreetly watched the scene while packing up their gear—some with curiosity and bemusement, others (namely Dean) with a subtle frown.

You were livid.

But you managed to keep it down, just beneath your skin, as you bent down and took off your remaining heel.

“I’m requesting the afternoon off as personal time,” you informed him with (mostly) all due professionalism. There was a fire in your eyes, however, that not even you could tame.

“But don’t worry,” you said. “I’ll still land the Zimmerman account by Friday.”

You turned and dropped your shoe into a nearby garbage can. You didn’t want to be reminded of your boss every time you saw the coffee stains.

Before you left, you stopped in front of Dean and the other firefighters.

“Thank you very much for all your help,” you said, giving them all a smile. Your gaze lingered on Dean, who smiled back at you and nodded, his hands resting on his belt.

“You got it, sweetheart.”

Your lips twitched. Then you continued on your way towards the exit door, to the stairwell. You shoved it open and walked bare-footed up to your office to get your purse. 

You’d left Nick silently fuming in the middle of the hall. You knew there wasn’t too much he could do with an entire crowd of witnesses.

He soon huffed and let your behavior roll off his back, as he became distracted by Zachariah and the building manager asking about the last time the elevator was properly serviced.

Meanwhile, Dean and Benny shared an amused look as their team rolled out.

Damn, Dean thought, remembering how you’d stopped in your little storm out, just to thank them. And how you’d held your head high as you walked away on bare feet.

He could admit, you had both class and style.

“Really, Grandpa. I’m fine,” you insisted.

Now in the comfort of your own home, and in your pajamas after a nice hot shower, you stirred a pot of chicken soup for your Grandpa George. He eyed you from the kitchen table with a measure of suspicion.

“Well, it’s lucky for you we’ve got a responsive Fire Department,” he said. “In the sleepy little town I grew up in, you’d be lucky if the whole damn building didn’t cave in before somebody got to ya.”

You shot him an amused look.

“Thanks. Makes me feel better about stepping into an elevator ever again.”

George seemed to consider the prospect, but he soon waved a vague hand.

“Ah, you’ll be fine,” George said, waving a hand. “Even if one of the cables snapped, you’d have three more holdin’ you up. And it should only need one cable to support the compartment, make sure the whole thing doesn’t fall to the damn ground.”

Your grandfather had been a technician for sixty years, so he knew a little thing about commercial building maintenance. However, right now, he wasn’t making you feel any better about your somewhat perilous experience. You paled a bit at the thought of cables snapping, leading to a long, Tower of Terror-style drop.

Except there’d be nothing to catch you at the bottom.

“It’s okay. I’ll just start walking up all 22 floors up to my office every day,” you said, smiling wryly. “I’ll finally have thighs like Wonder Woman.”

George laughed, though it soon ended on a cough. You eyed him with a frown as you ladled out a bowl of soup for him. You went over to him, both to set down the bowl in front of him and rub his back.

“Still with that cough. I don’t like it,” you said. “I’m making an appointment with your doctor.”

George shook his head and grabbed his glass of water.

“Just something caught in my throat.”

“Mhmm,” you replied. He was the absolute king of downplaying. It used to drive your grandma nuts.

You sighed and raised a hand to your forehead. An ache was building behind your eyes. Or maybe it had been there since you left work early today, and you were just now realizing how tightly wound your spine was.

“You okay?” George asked. You read the concern in his eyes and tried to relax your face from its scrunching.

“Yeah. Just a tension headache.”

“Hmm. Maybe you should spend less time worrying about me, and more time taking care of yourself,” he pointed out. “You had a stressful day. Why don’t you go relax? Or better yet, go out! Go see your friends. Get in a bar fight. Something productive.”

A grin curved your lips as you raised a brow.

“A bar fight would make me more productive?”

George grinned up at you. “Well, at least it’d get you out of the house.”

You pursed your lips. There was a reason you didn’t go out very often, and your grandfather knew it. You were the only one who could watch out for him now, even if he didn’t think he needed it. Your mouth opened to reply, but before you could, your cell phone rang through the house.

For a moment, the two of you stared at one another. Until George raised his brows.

“You should get that, huh?” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him, despite your small smile, and you raised a finger as you went to get your purse over in the living room.

“We’re not done, old man,” you said over your shoulder.

“Oh, believe me. I know,” he grumbled, delving into his soup with a spoon.

Meanwhile, you fished your phone out of your purse and answered. A genuine, if tired smile graced your lips. It was your best friend, Andréa. She worked with you at Savage & Co., over in Marketing as a graphic designer.

As fate would have it, the two of you were hired on the same day five years ago. She’d invited you to lunch that day, and from then on, you two had been rocking through corporate life like Thelma and Louise—if Thelma had been a Greek artist and Louise had been a sarcastic saleswoman. 

“Hey, Dre,” you greeted.

“Hello, my love. Congratulations for surviving your near-death experience, and getting to serve Nick Savage a bit of humble pie,” she teased. “I thought you were going to lobby your Prada heel at his head.”

You huffed and plopped down on the couch with your feet up on the coffee table.

“First of all, let’s not be too dramatic. I was stuck in an elevator, not a Chilean mine shaft,” you said wryly. “Second, you really think I would throw away Prada? Even if it was coffee stained… Those were just my $30 Steve Maddens.”

And yet, they had been your most comfortable heels. Maybe you should just find some sensible flats in the back of your closet and be done with it. But you liked the height and confidence that a nice pair of heels gave you—especially in that office filled with “Mad Men” wannabes.

Every male on your sales team thought he was Jon Hamm in a room full of George Costanzas.

Nick Savage was the worst out of all of them.

You dealt with it, however, and sometimes even thrived on being the only woman on the team. Mostly because you needed your job.

It paid well enough, but most of it went into the upkeep of your grandparents’ old house, and for the past few years, their extensive medical bills…

“Still, at least you got a Mission Impossible-style rescue out of it,” said Andréa. Her tone turned both leading and flirtatious. “Tell me you got that fireman’s number. Dear God Almighty, what a Grade-A Hottie.”

You chortled through your blush at remembering Dean, the firefighter who saved you. You could admit, he’d been one fine specimen of a man.

“Grade-A Hottie. What are we, in middle school?” you retorted. “Besides, he was just doing his job.”

“Ugh, you’re so pragmatic it hurts,” your friend lamented. “You really need to live a little, while you’re still hot and firm.”

You laughed fully at that one. “Yeah, I think taking the stairs from now on will help with the ‘firm’ bit.”

Just like the strength of the firefighter’s hold had been. You’d felt entirely secure after he’d pulled you up on the elevator roof. His arms had reassured you even more than the harness, if you thought about it. (And your face heated up further at said thought.)

“I do wish I could say thank you again, somehow,” you mused out loud, not really thinking about who exactly you were talking to.

“Oh, yeah?” Andréa said. You could practically hear her mischievous grin. It made you slightly nervous. “Well, it’s not unheard of for a grateful civilian to stop by a firehouse. You could bring him lunch or something!”

“Ah, I don’t know about that,” you said. Your instinct was to withdraw inward at the thought of putting yourself out there like that. Besides, you didn’t want to bother him while he was at work.

“What’re you talking about? Firefighters love food! Believe me, my cousin Meg is a paramedic,” Andréa said. Then she gasped. “Oh, girl. I have the perfect idea for you. Why don’t you bake something for the whole firehouse? That way it takes some of the pressure off, but you still get to see him.”

You became more contemplative then.

Bake something, huh?

Now, that you could do. Andréa knew all too well that the one thing that could get your gears turning was getting your apron on, as baking was your ultimate hobby. It made you feel creative, and damn-near stress free…

And her idea wasn’t too shabby, the more you thought about it. It was something kind that you knew you could do. And more than anything, you really did just want to say thank you, one more time.

You smiled.

“Okay. I think we have a plan.” However, your smile soon fell. “Wait, I have no idea what firehouse he works at.”

“Hmm, my cousin might know,” Andréa said. “Let me reach out to her…what’s his name again?”

“Dean,” you replied. Another small smile reached your lips, against your will.

“His name was Dean.”

AN: Ah, the first chapter! Launching a new story is always so exciting! 🥰 What did you think of the reader and Dean's first meeting?

Also, feel free to imagine Mark Pellegrino's "Nick" for this (I am). He didn't have a last name on the show, so I created one for this story, as he's going to be an important antagonist throughout.

And just so you guys know, my knowledge of the inner workings of fire departments and law enforcement will largely come from my own research and being a huge fan of procedurals, like Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, Law & Order, etc.

Yes, aspects are fictionalized on those shows, but a lot of it is rooted in real-life protocol and stories. All the love and respect for creator/executive producer Dick Wolf. 😂

...Oh, and the elevator scene was inspired by true events. (Yes, I've been stuck in an elevator before. 🫠 Two ridiculously hot firefighters pulled me out, but by then I was melting from the lack of AC, had no makeup, and was dressed like a female!Dean, plaid and all lmao.)

Anywho...

Next Time:

“Protect and serve,” Dean teased back. “That’s our motto, you know.”

“Isn’t that for police officers?” you quipped.

He chuckled a bit. “Hey, if the shoe fits.”

“Well…” you considered that with a tilt of your head, more seriously than he expected you to. You met him with a more earnest gaze. “I think it does.”

Right then, Dean had a feeling, deep in his gut, that he needed to know you.

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Taco Bell Meets Stomach Virus

Jessica’s stomach hurt, and she knew that even though there were pangs of hunger, something wasn’t quite right. The catered Taco Bell was her only option, so she scanned the spread looking for the least greasy, spicy option.

“Everything okay?” Her colleague noticed her hesitation.

“Yes! My stomach just kind of feels weird, I’m just being nauseous- er, cautious, rather!” Jessica tried her best to laugh off her slip of the tongue. But deep down, she was concerned, was nausea slowly creeping up her throat?

“Well, hopefully not the first, with the tummy flu spreading!” Her colleague chortled before walking away towards the nacho tower.

Jessica’s stomach gurgled, she had to eat something or the burning ache would get worse. Nervously, she settled on a few tacos and her colleague insisted on sharing a heaping helping of nachos covered in gloopy queso.

The first few bites seemed to satiate the hunger in her belly, the gurgling felt less angry and turned more into a digesting rumble. Was it just her, or was the aching going away too?

Grateful, Jessica accepted a deluxe chalupa, hoping the extra bites would further satisfy her belly. And, when she got up from the table, she felt the meal slowly drop further into her stomach, settling like a brick.

She groaned slightly, not looking forward to another few hours at work. Her groan didn’t quite cover the loud squelch from her abdomen, though, and a belch escaped from her lips before she realized what was happening.

“Ay, dios mio!” Some of her Hispanic male colleagues laughed. “Los frijoles…the beans! Too much on your belly!” They laughed again, rubbing their beer bellies mockingly.

Jessica rubbed her own stomach defensively, “hey, I ate my fair share!”

An hour later though, she very much regretted eating at all, much less her fair share.

Jessica knew stepping up for team members who’d been ill with the stomach virus was risky, and assisting amusement park guests suffering from the same was even worse.

Now, after dinner, her stomach was making the same uncomfortable gurgling noises she’d heard from the man who vomited on the tram, and the woman who’d begged for the nearest toilet with tears in her eyes.

It had been hours since she’d eaten, but it all felt like it was jammed into her lower belly. The miles she’d walked since eating had almost helped her dinner digest, but it felt like her bowels were a bubbling cauldron of lava.

The pressure in her lower gut was nearly overwhelming. She hadn’t eaten that much, had she?

Suddenly, she remembered that late the night before, she’d helped a sick young woman. The poor thing had been clutching her stomach, eyes darting, before thrusting her face over a stinking trash can and releasing a stream of chunky vomit. Through retches and gasps, she’d wailed “I’m not drunk, I promise, I’m a kindergarten teacher, I’m sick…!”

The pale young woman threw up what seemed to be endless, concluding by grabbing her stomach again, “hoooohhhh, that came out of nowhere, it must be norovirus,” before releasing another splash of half digested stomach contents.

Jessica closed her eyes and winced, remembering how she’d waited with the ill woman until she was well enough for the nurses station. Now, she knew the dreaded virus was in her stomach, mixing with the fast food.

Except it was too late for her meal to come up. She felt it pushing downwards in her tummy…

[nejjirez]

Hi. This is my first request ever, but I was wondering if you could write prowler Miles introducing his gf (y/n) to his mom or uncle.

gotchuu , i been wantin to do this ty for requesting !

♡ Meeting his parents ♡

pairing: e!42 miles x !blk fem reader

genre: fluff

miles = purple you = pink (your name for the story is jaiya.)

a/n: IM SORRY IF SOME OF YALL ARENT BLACK BUT MY POSTS ARE MAINLY BLACK READER SO LIKE .. if you dont like it scurry on!

miles was chillin in his room , otp with you and laughing bein happy.

"nahh wym you dont care?" miles laughed , joking around with you , smilin and cheesin his ass off. "i said i dont caree" you turned towards the camera , giggling and then going back to what you were doing , all ears to hear what he had to say.

"mmmhm ight" miles grinned , setting his phone up on his gaming table , leaning back in his gaming chair .

you stared for a few seconds , laughing low and turning back to your room. "sum funny mami?" he teased. "nah , you look fine tho ." this made miles laugh slightly , covering the bottom half of his face with his hand to hide his face. "thank u mami but that's all u" as soon as you went to reply , you heard miles's door open.

"miles- oh who's this?" you heard a female voice , making you perk up and look at the phone screen (gf instincts) . you looked and saw a Hispanic woman with her hair tied to the side in a braid. "oh this my girl that i was talkin about ma"

you smiled to yourself at miles's comment , as he pointed at you to the screen. miles looked at you , and smiled "ma , this is my mom" he said as rio waved.

"hii mrs morales !!" you smiled and waved at her. she smiled raising her eyebrows looking at miles. "ouu i like this one. whats your name sweetie?" she crossing her arms smiling , waiting for your response

"I'm jaiya , nice to meet you" you beamed , smiling with your teeth. miles smiled at your beauty. "well , jaiya you should come over to see me sometime ! i'm pretty sure you've been here before.." she said , glaring at miles knowing he snuck you in a few times. "uh .. sorry about that mrs morales but yes i'd love to!"

"alright does tomorrow sound good for you?" rio asked , now invested in getting to know you to make sure you're best for miles. "mhm , of coursee"

I wanna make a part 2 to this .. but i'm lazy ..

[prodigal-explorer]

okay i hate it more than anything but i also find it so hilarious when white people try super hard to seem like they’re the most diverse creators of all time but they end up just being super racist/sexist/homophobic because all they know about oppressed groups are the stereotypes about them 😭

like in a “watching a dumpster fire” kind of way.

and the thing is as a disabled queer woc, it’s SO OBVIOUS to me whenever it happens like it’s so clear when somebody only makes inclusive headcanons or characters to get brownie points and not because they actually care about diversity.

“hey guys uhhhh see this black man? surprise! she’s actually a transfemme! i’ll bet you guys never expected that! aren’t i such a good person for acknowledging that transfemmes can be buff? or that woc can be queer? or that black people exist?”

“guys you’re never gonna believe this, that super mean girl bully character is actually a lesbian! she’s only mean because she’s terrified of getting close to a woman because she can’t control her predatory urges! aren’t i so inclusive and thoughtful?”

“omg look! it’s a lesbian couple! queer women deserve more of a spotlight in the media! okay now that that’s out of the way, back to the little gay white men, the lesbians had half a chapter, that’s enough to fill out the quota, right?”

“i have some good angst for this asian character…let’s make him a super academic perfectionist who has a really strict mom who makes him do hours of homework every day! oh oh and let’s give her a thick and exaggerated asian accent! just so i can show that i know that asian people have asian accents sometimes. aren’t i so culturally sensitive?”

“yes! genius! i made my super whitewashed hispanic character call his lover “mi amor” a few times. wow. i’m such a good and racially knowledgeable person. i can’t wait to get lots of attention for this!”

that’s just the energy i get when i read some of these fanfics LMAO and i wish i could call ppl out on it but i also don’t care and i know it’ll get me clowned on.

[halsinsnaturepocket]

Hello Halsinners

Welcome to my writing blog where only god and strangers on the internet can judge me.

My main blog is @carmsgarms ; congrats you've found me out I'm a ✨️pervert✨️

If you know me in person no the fuck you don't 💜

You can call me Carm. (Or carms) my pronouns are she/they

This is basically my this-is-too-hot-for-main and me-ranting-about-my-writing sideblog because my sibling and some irl friends follow me there and they don't need to know how feral and horny I am for pixelated characters (Especially Halsin, Astarion, and Karlach. Mostly Halsin.)

My Writing

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Completed:

Half Awake, Fully Horny

HalsinxReader / HalsinxYou oneshot

In Progress:

Taming the Bear [pt1] [pt2 I'll get there eventually]

sub!Halsin x Sylvia (druid Tav)

Yearning for a Taste [pt1] [P2 IN PROGRESS] [writing process tag]

TavHalStarion with some voyeurism

A Strange Fruit [writing process tag]

Halstarion short. Astarion sees Halsin eating a particularly messy and juicy fruit and is just...enthralled. Yes this leads to him licking fruit juice off of Halsin. There may or may not be a bear blowjob.

Other WIPs:

In Search of Freedom - my self-indulgent triad longfic featuring Astarion x Sylvia x Halsin. The three of them are just looking for freedom and find themselves landed in the chaos of the main game's events, and find comfort in each other. Sylvia and Astarion start off as enemies, then lovers, than friends. Halsin and Sylvia fall for each other hard but try to pretend they don't. Astarion finds comfort with Halsin in ways he's never experienced. It's a very complex web that will hopefully lead to a happy little polycule.

Priest!AU Halsin [need I say more]

Coffeeshop AU [obviously]

Karlach x Shadowheart [it's way down at the bottom of the list I'm so sorry]

About Me

I'm married, half Hispanic (I'm not...completely fluent in Spanish but I can get through the basics) poly, pan/bisexual, demisexual, genderfluid [she/they] early 30s millenial. And a pisces. 100% a feral goblin. (But usually, I just say I'm queer🏳️‍🌈🐌)

I have an English degree with a minor in professional and creative writing. What am I doing with that degree? Writing fanfiction, because that degree is not what's keeping the bills paid. I realized after graduating I like writing the same way a lot of people like drawing - it's a hobby and a passion, not a career. Though bg3 has got me writing more so...maybe I'll take it more seriously again.

I was diagnosed with ADHD in the 90s so you know it's bad. Which means I go through intense periods of hyperfocus and writing followed by an agonizing lack of motivation and a tendency to jump around depending on what my brain latches onto.

[adrienneleclerc]

Meet and Greet

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina Single Mom! Reader

Summary: Y/N takes her 4 year old daughter to the Canadian Grand Prix to meet her favorite driver, Charles Leclerc

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, inaccuracies involving F1

A/N: i Don’t know if there are properly organized meet and greets but I’ve seen some videos on TikTok where drivers are at a table and they are autographing things so

Y/N and her daughter Vidia were online to meet Charles Leclerc.

“Mami, how much longer?” Vidia whined

“Bebé, te quiero, but It’s a long line to meet him, okay. Just be patient.” Y/N said and Vidia groaned. “Do you want chips? I brought you chips.” Y/N said looking in her bag and pulling out a mini bag of lays, opening it for her.

“Yay!” Vidia said and grabbed the bag and started eating. Half an hour later, they are finally in front of Charles Leclerc. Vidia is shaking her mom’s hand in excitement.

“Well hello, little one, what is your name?” Charles asked the girl.

“Hi, my name is Vidia.” Vidia spoke softly. Charles smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you Vidia.” Charles said, signing his photo and he looked up to see Y/N. “And what is your name?”

“Oh I’m Y/N.” Y/N replied.

“She’s my Mami!” Vidia said.

“Really? And where are you guys from?” Charles asked.

“New York. We’re here on vacation with my parents.” Y/N said.

“That sounds like fun.” Charles said.

“Mami, can i take a picture with him?” Vidia asked, looking back at Y/N.

“You have to ask him, princesa.” Y/N said and Vidia looked back at Charles with wide eyes.

“Yes, we can take a picture.” Charles said. “Is it okay if I carry her?”

“By all means go ahead, it will make her day.” Y/N said and Charles carried Vidia and Y/N snaps the picture. “Thank you so much, Charles.” Y/N said as Charles puts Vidia down and Vidia went to hold Y/N’s hand. “Good luck in practice.” Y/N was about to walk away when Charles stopped her.

“How about you guy stay at the Ferrari hospitality, I could give you passes.” Charles said.

“Yes! Di que sí mami, porfis.” Vidia begged Y/N.

“Ay vidia, espera. Charles, you Don’t have to do that.” Y/N said.

“But I want to. Anything for the cutest Ferrari fan.” Charles said squatting down to Vidia’s level. “What do you say, Vidia? Think you can convince your mom to go to the hospitality?”

“Mami, please, please, please, please, please, please.” Vidia begged.

“Okay, okay, we’ll go to the Ferrari hospitality.” Y/N said.

“Yes!” Vidia exclaimed. Charles went to Fred and he gave Charles 2 passes. Charles put the pass on Vidia and on Y/N

“There you go, I’ll meet you guys there.” Charles said. “Fred, can you show them to the hospitality?”

“Sure thing, follow me.” Fred said and he led the Y/N and Vidia to the hospitality where there is a couch, TV, and a little kitchen with food.

Carlos stared at Charles while he was signing things.

“What mate?” Charles asked.

“You like her.” Carlos teased.

“Do not.” Charles said.

“Cabrón, you’re a nice guy, but you are not that nice to give two people passes and say they can hang at the hospitality. You’re trying to get some Milf action.” Carlos said laughing.

“You are so vulgar.” Charles said.

“But you didn’t deny it. The mom is gorgeous thiugh, you should go for it, you haven’t dated anyone since Charlotte.” Carlos said.

“I don’t want her to think I’m being nice just to get in her pants.” Charles said.

“Aren’t you?” Carlos said.

“No! They came all the way from New York, I might as well give Vidia a good time at the Grand Prix.” Charles said.

“Okay then.” Carlos dropped the subject

Vidia was enjoying the hospitality, eating chicken fingers and French fries with her mom as Y/N called her dad.

“Hola papi. Sí, estoy con la niña en el hospitality de Ferrari, muy lindo por cierto. No sé cuánto nos vamos a demorar. Según esto, la segunda práctica termina a las 6 de la noche, pero luego hay las entrevistas con los pilotos y como Charles Leclerc nos dio los pases, no sé cuándo regresamos al hotel. Sí papi, estamos bien. Te marco luego, bye.” Y/N hung up on her dad. When she hung up, she saw Charles entering the hospitality.

“Charles!” Vidia said, getting off the chair to hug Charles. Charles hugged her back.

“Hello Vidia, how are you liking the hospitality?” Charles asked squatting down.

“The food is good.” Vidia said and Charles laughed.

“Yeah I bet it is, you were in line for a long time, you must have been hungry.” Charles said.

“Yeah, but mami carries chips in her bag.” Vidia said.

“Does she now?” Charles asked and Y/N got up to talk to them.

“Vidia hates waiting in line so I always carry snacks for her.” Y/N said and Vidia nodded.

“I hate waiting in line too, I get so bored.” Charles said and Vidia laughed. Charles stood up. “So why couldn’t your husband be with you today?” ‘Subtle, Charles’ he scolded himself in his mind.

“Ah, Vidia’s father is not in the picture.” Y/N said.

“How come?” Charles asked. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Nah it’s fine. He relinquished his parental rights, he said he wasn’t fit to be a father and he’s right.” Y/N said.

“Well practice doesn’t start for another hour, so you want to see the car?” Charles asked Vidia and she was jumping in excitement.

“Are you sure that’s allowed?” Y/N asked.

“I’ve done it before.” Charles said and they walked to the garage where the car was and Vidia was ecstatic, bouncing off the walls in excitement.

“Mami, mami, Can i please get in the car?” Vidia asked with wide eyes.

“Ask Charles, princesa, It’s his after all.” Y/N said and now Vidia gave charles puppy dog eyes.

“Sure thing, princess.” Charles said, lifting Vidia to place her in the car and he started showing her all the buttons on the wheel and what they do. “So Vidia, how did a little princess like you get into formula 1?”

“Mi abuelo! He’s a big fan of Fernando Alonso. Verdad que sí, mami?” Vidia asked.

“Yeah, my dad got me into racing when I was about Vidia’s age, watching Fernando Alonso race with Jenson Button. Obviously we are cheering for Checo too, but..” Y/N trailed off.

“You’re our favorite!” Vidia exclaimed.

“Really?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, really. I showed her your 2019 Monza race.” Y/N admitted.

“He won in Spa! He wins in Monza!” Vidia shouted in her best announcer voice and Charles just smiled and laughed, it was absolutely adorable having such a young fan.

“That’s was very good, Vidia, maybe you could be a commentator for Sky Sports.” Charles said.

“Maybe.” Vidia said. Charles helped Vidia out of the car and she ran to the couch to sit and look around.

“Thank you for this, Charles, she will probably talk about this when we see my dad.” Y/N said.

“How about I take you two somewhere after free practice.” Charles offered.

“Why would you do that for people you don’t even know?” Y/N asked.

“Is it so wrong to get to know a fan and her beautiful mom?” Charles asked flirtatiously.

“I guess not if you are really interested and not just looking to get your dick wet.” Y/N said and Charles put his hand on his chest.

“I would never, I don’t believe in one night stands, I’m a relationship guy.” Charles said.

“This isn’t PR?” Y/N asked.

“Just a guy really interested in a girl and wants to get to know her.” Charles said.

“I guess we have a date after free practice, with Vidia of course.” Y/N said.

“Even better!” Charles said looking back at Vidia who is snacking on Y/N’s purse chips.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! I’ve seen fanfics where Y/N is a mom but it’s always to a son, never a daughter, so I gave y’all a daughter.

[daughterofapollo-official]

Back and Forth

The begging of a series of mine where the focuse is on the Hispanic/latin demigods of Camp Half blood, most are OCs since there isn’t a lot in the actual novels. I am making a tag just for this if you want to fallow it and get updates when I make a new chapter. (#pjoLatinoDemigods)

You and Leo were friends, and have been ever since he first arrived at camp. Not many demigods are Latin American, there’s about nine in the whole camp. Five of which are Mexican. Two of you are Brazilian, and the others are from other corners of Latin America.

Now that the nine of you are in this predominantly white country where you don’t really have contact with your culture, you tend to stick to each other.

And even though Leo was born in the US, this does apply to him as well since he grew up in the south where there were a lot more Mexicans around and usually went to foster homes of people who were the same race and background and now suddenly he was in a camp, where everyone is mainly white.

But a lot of Americans aren’t aware that a Latin country is extremely different from the next Latin country.

You make fun of each other’s accent in Spanish. This one Peruvian guy said a word and everyone looked at him like he was insane until everyone understood that he was saying something that was a completely different word and other regions and then the nine of you got into a fight on which word was the correct word and which one was better to say, but you have competitions about who has the best dances who is the most most beautiful people. Latinos are the most beautiful people, but which Latino is the best looking Latino?that’s the argument. Yes, the nine of you are constantly with each other and have inside jokes that no one else can understand, but that doesn’t mean the group doesn’t have different cultures. Yet they are so similar that the white demigods think y’all are crazy for fighting over ‘nothing’.

You and Paolo, specifically get picked out of the bunch the most because U2 are the only Latinos that don’t speak Spanish. You’re trying really hard to speak Spanish because most of your friends speak Spanish and you want to be able to understand them on a deeper level and also you just enjoy the language. But you and Paulo are Brazilian, which means you speak Portuguese and you and Paulo think Portuguese is a better language. Because let’s be honest it is easier to learn. It’s written exactly how it’s pronounced. it’s straightforward and has the best fucking swearword in the goddamn fucking world. The most creative, most colorful insults, and any language are found in Portuguese. Do you know what “Imunda” is? It’s basically a way to call someone so disgusting that they don’t even look human, so dirty, like such a pig, there aren't even words in English to explain. It sounds similar to immune, but it’s literally like it’s so different.

The other is better because it's sexier. They are more used to Spanish. They understand Spanish better and think Portuguese is a fucked up language. This is where most of your arguments start.

All of the others because they’re so similar that when you’re having a conversation, you can understand the other one.

But then you get to that one word that’s different.

“A bebe de mi tia vai nacer pronto” one of your friends said. (My aunts baby is going to be born soon)

You and Paulo looked at each other with the most confused faces in the goddamn fucking world. Meanwhile, the rest of your friends are all gushing around Maria saying how nice that’s going to be and making jokes about baby cousins and how she’s gonna have to babysit all the time which is true. Because in Latin culture, you don’t really use a babysitter's sister, aunt, grandma or your babysitter. You don’t need to pay for a babysitter. Family is very strong.

And you said it “ yeah I fucking hope it does. That would be horrible if not.”

Everyone looked at you confused. Paul is laughing.

“What?” Leo asked

“ Maria said her cousin is going to be born ready…? obviously like- if it’s not ready when it’s born, it’s a miscarriage.”

Everyone continued to stare at you

“Amiga…” Maria said slowly “ in Spanish, the word, pronto means soon.”

“Ooooooooohhhhhhh!!! Sorry that was so oh my God, but I was confused because in Portuguese pronto means ready.”

Occurs of “oh now I get it” echoed in the room.

“ This is why I think we should all just speak in English.” Said Diego

“We can’t, Paolo isn’t fluent yet.” Says Miguel

“ Plus half of us have a hard time separating languages, especially when we’re together every sentence we say ends up coming out as a mix.” Leo agreed with Miguel

“ Whatever this just proves once and for all that Spanish is a better language.”

“ no it’s not Spanish is just bad Portuguese” said Paolo

“ how the fuck is it bad Portuguese?!” Says Diego

“ It's the same except with words, grammar??” Said Paolo

“Si es peor, ¿cómo es posible que tu novia estuviera en mi cama gritando papi después de que le susurré un poco de español al oído?” Diego teased

“Nada disso rolo, nem tenho namorada! Sou gay.” Paolo replied in Portuguese

So when in the back who is fidgeting with something, laughed out “ha! Get wrecked, idiota.”

Leo called your name, and you lifted your head up and motioned that you're listening “yeah?”

“ You speak both right so which one do you think is better?”

“ Well better doesn’t really make sense because it really just depends on which one you learn first. The other one will seem harder or incorrect because of habit, but if you were to ask me, Portuguese is easy to understand verbally and written Spanish is only easy to understand written because everyone talks way too fast.”

“Okay… valid.” Said Leo

“Yeah it’s a fast language.” Maria conceded

this conversation continued for quite a while, everyone in the group of almost 10 out of their two cents to the pile, giving their opinion on which one was better for what reason obviously obviously not everyone would ever come to an agreement, and there was even a mini fight between the seven Spanish speakers about the correct word for a certain object depending on each of their accents.

Miguel said at one point “ OK maybe you have an easier to learn language and an easier understand language whatever we have the better music.”

Now this started a very long conversation on which genre of cultural music of Latin America was the best. Leo personally felt like both Spanish and Portuguese songs were very good as long as they were about women in his sexual manner.

“Tarado.” You roll your eyes.

“Yep.” Leo admitted with a smile.

[astralbulldragon13]

Arrigo Makes a Mistake

(This is a fanfic using an original character insert for the listener in Escaped Audio's 'New Jersey Rats' Series. Warning, there is some implied racism in this story, if that does not jive with you, feel free to skip. I completely understand)

Skyla Ghost Bear the Intern half-way listened to the conversation between Jean and Tricky Ricky, talking about the logistics needed to complete the job with the gold. It had been about a week since the incident with the Feds, and they were invited over again to 'talk shop', with the gold. Jean still was insistent on no one, not even the Bada Brothers knowing about that little incident.

Jean seemed a bit nervous when it came to inviting Skyla along, but she wouldn't say 'no' to some, really good, home-made Italian food. Even if it was in the company of the Cosa Nostra.

The only time she even got to have Italian food back home was when her Lala would take her and her siblings to the Olive Garden by the mall. This food was so much better, like comparing Taco John’s to authentic food from a real Hispanic household. 

‘But Taco Johns has potato ole’s,’ she joked mentally as she took a sip of the dry red that Ricky provided them to drink, trying not to scrunch her face at the taste. She was never a fan of dry wines, not even when they use them in church. ‘And Olive Garden has breadsticks and really fucking good salad.’

“Tell me, young intern,” Tricky Ricky spoke, looking up from his plate. “You know some about me, I don’t know some about you. Tell me about yourself.”

Jean glanced at his Intern with a fair amount of concern, hoping this wasn’t some attempt to dig up dirt to hold over them. 

Skyla offered him a calm, polite smile. This was a businesswoman’s smile, like a dagger wrapped in velvet, and Jean was able to decrease his heartrate at that. “Not much to me, sir. I’m from the midwest, came to New Jersey with hopes of experiencing a new life and seeing the ocean instead of the Missouri River. I will be receiving my degree shortly.”

“What kind of blood do you have in you?” 

Skyla’s business-smile tightened and her jaw tensed. Badabing and Badaboom looked at each other nervously, while Jean was almost worried that she may jump the table as Skyla had been very private about her ancestry, but she just picked up their wine glass. “I’m Plains Native American on my mother’s side, yes. We… aren’t particularly close

“What about your father?” Giovanni asked, eyeing the young individual.

She returned the look, her blue eyes unwavering, something uncommon amongst most who look the consigliere in the eye. “I never knew him. I know that he was an Irish exchange student, and that I have his eyes. That’s really all I know about him.”

Tricky Ricky nodded, finishing a bite of his food. “A shame, truly. He doesn’t know he has quite the intelligent child.”

Skyla laughed polietly, nodding in agreement with the old man’s words. “I thank you for your words, sir. I truly appreciate it.”

As dinner was wrapping itself up, Skyla excused herself to the restroom. After she washed and dried her hands, she reached into the inner pocket of her blazer to apply a fresh coat of her favorite red lipstick. It wasn’t some designer brand, but simple Maybelline New York #333, Hot Chase that she found in Wal-Mart at the age of seventeen. She popped the top off and twisted the tube up and paused, looking at the color, then her reflection with the faded color still on her lips and thought to her poor, scruffy superior. Skyla didn’t know why, but their mind went to him, his hair wild, his business-shirt un-tucked, and his pretty face covered in kissmarks in this shade of red. 

With a girlish giggle, Skyla applied the lipstick leaving a fresh and shiny coat. She twisted the spiral back down and re-capped her lipstick, sticking it back in their pocket. She undid her hair and retwisted it, pinning it again with her barrett, then walking out the door. 

To her surprise, she found Arrigo waiting outside the door, waiting for her. She drew up short, letting the door to the restroom close behind her. “Oh, Mister Belardi! You caught me a little by surprise there. Is there something I can do for you”

The so-called ‘Mafia Prince’ gave a smirk that Skyla supposed was meant to be seductive, but in truth it just made her skin crawl. “Yeah, uh… what are you doing after dinner?” 

His question sent up so many red flags it could have been used to decorate a rescue boat. Skyla returned to her business smile and tried to move past him. “I have some matters to attend to when I return to my apartment. Now, please excuse me, I do believe dessert was about to be served and I’ve been looking forward to that semifreddo all evening.”

“Or,” he said quickly, caging them with his arms on either side of her body. “You could, uh, come with me? I’m having a yacht party at the marina tonight.” Arrigo reached up with one perfectly manicured hand and stroked her cheek.

“I’ve, uh… never been with a girl like you. I mean, I’ve been with Indian girls before but not your kind of Indian, you know what I mean? Come on, why don’t you… try me on for size? I bet I could do better than that loser Jean. Come on, don’t you want a chance to really have some protection from the family?”

Skyla blinked and tilted her head down to look Arrigo in the eye. The young Belardi heir only stood at five feet, four inches, five foot, six with the help of the lifts in his shoes, while Skyla, being half Lakota, stood at five foot, nine inchest. Pair that with the fact she always wears four inch heels, she was towering over him, and he knew it. 

In response, the Intern decided to use the greatest power in their arsenal, the only gift her father gave her. She glared at Arrigo’s hazel eyes, and to him, looking into Skyla’s eyes was like looking into a stormy sea. 

A chuckle bubbled up from her lips, and she shook her head, almost incredulously. She looked up, and noticed Jean looking around the corner, his brown eyes burning. So, in response to the Princeling’s offer, Skyla place a hand on the arm that was caging her, and gently moved it out of the way, before moving aside and walking away from him, still chuckling, while adding a little sashay to her hips. “Hey, Unch, is everything alright?”

Jean blinked, trying to clear his head. This was something different, she usually called him something different in her mother-tongue, but it sounded similar to what they just called him. 

“Wh-Wha? Oh! Oh, right I, um, was coming to find you. I know how excited you were to have that semifreddo.”

Skyla just giggled and took his arm. “Come one then, let's go.” And they walked off back to the table. Jean glanced over his shoulder to look at Arrigo, who looked offended and rather confused, and just gave the little brat a shit-eating grin. 

[ttccprojectoverdrive]

Time for some general info about each Manager!

Here’s an important note going in: in this world cogs are born either the natural way (which surprises toons because they didn’t realize that toon and cog reproduction wasn’t all that different) or are commissioned to be built using their parents genetic material/coding

William Boar

Late 30’s-early 40’s, bi trans man, white boy, autistic, shares a dad with Desmond but different moms since Will’s mom passed away before his dad remarried to Desmond’s mom, dating/eventually marries Rain and has what’s (to their knowledge at the time) the first documented cog/toon hybrid post main story, daughter is named Olive and she's more cog than toon

Buck Ruffler

Mid-late 30’s bi man, Chilean, AuDHD and (family inherited that manifested after the stress caused by his failed toon up) Schizophrenia, mom is still alive but dad passed away, married to Dave and has one daughter with him whom they commissioned to be built named Gliss (short for the piano term Glissandro)

Brian (Monarch but shhh he doesn’t put that last name in his records bc of their secret shady dealings)

Early to mid 40’s, bi man, white boy, Autistic (I plan to potentially add more considering what he does in the story so I wanna see if more than just autism explains his behavior besides psychopathy) mother is alive but dad “mysteriously “ died, has a lot of siblings and he’s one of the youngest, married to Ben and they commissioned a daughter together whom they name Chime

Misty Monsoon

Mid 30’s, bi demigirl, Afro-Hispanic, AuDHD OCD and Bipolar, mom is a single mom, marries Mary and Holly and I plan to give them at least two bubbies (kids)

Mary Anna

Mid to late 30’s, Filipino, AMAB intersex bigender bisexual individual who uses he/she, has a mom and dad and a few siblings, married Misty at first and eventually maybe Holly too if the two develop feelings for each other lol, has a kid with Misty

Holly Grayelle

Mid to late 30’s, British with a medieval inflection, bisexual woman, Autistic, has a mom and dad and younger brother, marries Misty first then maybe later Mary too, has a kid with Misty

Alton Crow

Early 40’s, Texan white boy, bi man, AuDHD (which means autistic and ADHD btw), comes from a big family, is married to a buff and tall cow based cog lady and has a son and daughter with her

Prester Virgil

Late 50’s to early 60’s, cishet, white boy, Depression and PTSD, comes from a big family, is a struggling divorced dad to his one daughter whom he eventually gives custody of to Chip and his partner after situations that cause Prester to realize he’s not mentally well enough to be a father

Winston Charme

Early 80’s, cishet, white boy (subject to change may make him and Dana black), possibly AuDHD with a form of Dementia and PTSD, only living relative is his great niece Dana whom he ends up in the care of after a legal case between the ye olde toontown elders and the lawbots

Benjamin Biggs

Early 40’s, bi man, British, OCD in the forms of obsessive love and organization and possible either sociopathy or psychopathy (still working out that one), mom and deceased dad, married to and has a kid with Brian

Cathal Bravecog

Mid 20’s, pan demiboy, white (subject to change though I’m tempted to make him half asian from his mom’s side) might also make him autistic but idk, divorced mom and dad, honestly haven’t put much thought into him yet but I wanna maybe give him a partner

Dave Brubot

Mid 30’s, bi man, Haitian/Brazilian/Italian, AuDHD, has a mom and dad and four younger siblings, married to and has a kid with Buck

Belle Dama

Early 70’s, cishet, white (possibly subject to change but I also kinda want her to be an ally white grandma who doesn’t like any form of discrimination and will give you hugs and cookies if you need it), possibly autistic but idk, comes from a big family, widower with several children and grandchildren, eventually dates Cosmo

Cosmo Kupier

Early 70’s, cishet, Italian, comes from a big family, widower whom can’t have kids so his mob is going to his henchmen when he dies, eventually dates Belle

Flint Bonpyre

Mid 30’s, bi demiboy, Afro-Venezualan, Autistic and General Anxiety Disorder, two moms, married to and eventually has a kid or several with Graham

Chip Revvington-Campbell

Early to mid 40’s, bi man, white boy, Autistic and PTSD, adopted by Spruce’s family when he was very young but has since regained contact and is friendly with his bio mom, dating/married to and eventually has several kids with his assistant Bubblegum Pop along with their adopted child from Prester named Nixie

Spruce Campbell

Mid to late 40’s, pan man, white boy (Scottish mostly), comes from a big family, thinking of giving him a partner eventually

Tawney C. Esta

Mid 60’s, genderfluid heteroasexual, tempted to make them either Mexican or Hispanic or from another Spanish speaking country bc of how their name is a pun for siesta, comes from a big family, wife but no kids

Graham Ness Payser

Mid 30’s, bi (male leaning) man, mixed (mom is white dad is black, his older sister looks more black than he does and it’s a running joke that she took all the melanin leaving Graham looking white) ADHD and Narcissistic, has a mom and dad and an older sister, married to and eventually has one or several kids with Flint

Desmond Kerosene-Boar

Early 30’s, bi man, white boy, half brothers with Will, in a poly relationship with Buck Wilde and Dana and whom I may eventually give three kids

Buck Crow Wilde

Early 30’s, bi man, Texan white boy, Alton’s cousin, in a poly relationship with Desmond and Dana and whom I may eventually give three kids

Dana S Charme

Early 30’s, pan genderfluid, white (subject to change), Winston’s great niece, in a poly relationship with Desmond and Buck Wilde and whom I may eventually give three kids

[cr33pz-mck3nna]

heyy i love your headcanons!!

do you have any for liu?

Homicidal Liu generalized headcanons

Warning: Non canon as I write for my versions of the Creepypastas (credits for the art to the OPs on Pinterest)

Hostility: 5/10

• He only gets 5 hostility bc of Sully, Liu himself is an angel

• Liu has more alternate personalities then Sully including a child named Nico and a woman named Trudy

• Liu is half Hispanic and has mainly his mother's features including her borderline curly hair and bright green eyes

• Liu gained his different personalities at different points in his life, Trudy when his mom passed away, Nico after he was sent to juvie and Sully after Jeff's attack

• Liu is very unlikely to fall in love as his first and in his words "only" lover passed away from Cancer, his nurse after Jeff's attack, Charlene

• Liu is borderline obsessed with Jeff, imagine how badly Sully wants to kill Jeff and then change the "kill" to "shelter and protect" and there you have Liu-

• Liu wants to blindly protect Jeff bcs he's his little brother, Trudy empathizes with Jeff and is honestly the only one of Liu's personalities who gets Jeff, Nico is terrified of Jeff and as always Sully wants Jeff dead

• As far as Liu knows Jeff also killed their baby sister(if you read my Jeff headcanons you would know this is not the case)

• Liu is NOT one of the crps, he only hangs around them once he finds his brother, in fact he doesn't even like killing, that's Sully

• The first time Sully killed someone Liu came back to front early and immediately threw up at the sight, now he just doesn't take front when Sully's there until he knows he's done

• Liu at this point in time barely remembers his family, especially his sister, because the past years it's always been "Jeff"

• Liu started hanging out with Toby and Clockwork alot, the "totally not crps gang" as the crps liked to make fun of them call them, he gets along quite well with them and did find it funny just how similar he and Clockwork were physically

• Liu is chronically online so yes he knows about the legends...and the fanbase...yes I'm looking at you freaks, HE KNOWS.

• If you ever hope to get with this man you best hope BEN ain't able to dig up sum stupidly horny u said about Liu five years ago or you don't stand a chance-

• If this man was a yandere(face it, he probably is) he would definitely be the obsessive lovebombing stalker yandere type

• Has a weekly dance battle with Jeff in front of the crps while dirty drunk to....idk assert dominance?- He always wins bc Jeff is a fucking horrible dancer and even worse while drunk

• Now THIS MAN is the one you wanna offer waffles to in hopes of survival, or just any breakfast food, this man is a sucker for food and especially breakfast food(get this man an egg and sausage burrito and this man will get you a ring-)

• Unlike his brother Liu CANNOT STAND BEN, even worse when it comes to Sully

• When he met Sally she started crying bcs Liu looked alot like her father whom she tried to convince herself she didn't miss, she also considers Liu a brother like she does Jeff

• Liu/Sully is one of the only of the crps(honorary or official) besides ones like Hoodie or E.J. who doesn't fear Slenderman

THIS WAS FUN :D Let me know if you want any more or maybe relationship headcanons and as always my requests are ALWAYS open! Tata for now my lovely little gremlins! -Creepz

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Cars characters’ real names (human AU). Some of these are random, others are more thought out. Have also included female characters' maiden names if they are/were married.

Will add more later, but here are the main characters

Lightning: Steven Owen Montgomery McQueen (yes I changed his name, don’t sue me. Might drop Montgomery from his name later)

Doc: Henry Paul Hudson (only Sheriff’s allowed to call him Henry)

Sally: Selina Maria Carrera (in my AU, she’s half-Hispanic)

Mater: Thomas Otis William Mater

Fillmore: George Lloyd Fillmore

Sarge: Patrick Dooley

Flo: Jennifer Flora Santiago (née Logan)

Ramone: Ramone Santiago

Luigi: Luigi Mario Toppolino

Guido: Guido Leonardo DiCarlo

Lizzie: Elizabeth Ann Ford (née Herndon)

Sheriff: James ‘Jim’ Michael O’Hara (only Doc’s allowed to call him Jim)

Red: Chester Avery

Mack: MacKenzie James Reynolds

Strip: Richard Lee Weathers

Lynda: Lynda Grace Weathers (née Johnson)

Chick: Charles Michael Hicks

Cruz: Cristela Luisa Ramirez

Cal: Calvin Lee Weathers (gets mistakenly called Kyle a lot)

Bobby: Robert Ramsey Swift

As you can tell, a lot of the characters share a name with their voice actor(s). And I might change some of these later, but idk. Hope y’all enjoy my contribution to the Cars community!!

[shivunin]

OC Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag @brother-genitivi and @greypetrel! I tried to do this for two of the OCs I talk about a little less c: I'm tagging you both back in case there are other OCs you'd like to do this for!

(Also, I swapped star sign for the tarot card I associate them with because I don't know shit about astrology lol)

Tagging back @pinayelf @jtownnn @heniareth @blightbear @dungeons-and-dragon-age @vakarians-babe @star--nymph @daggerbean @ndostairlyrium @scribbledquillz @inquisimer @dreadfutures @palipunk (and if anyone ever wants me to stop tagging them in these things, please lmk!!)

NAME: Salshira Lavellan 

NICKNAME: Sal (she hates this; it’s a childhood nickname from her mother)

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD:  Knight of Wands

HEIGHT: 5’6”

ORIENTATION: Bi

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Dalish (Hispanic)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Plums

FAVORITE SEASON: Fall

FAVORITE FLOWER: Daisies (followed closely by sorrel and ranunculi)

FAVORITE SCENT: Cinnamon/nutmeg

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Sipping chocolate c:

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6

DOGS OR CATS: Yes

DREAM TRIP: Antiva

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Three

RANDOM FACT: Salshira is ambidextrous, but she pretends to be right-handed

NAME: Tavitha Hallowthorn/Octavia Raithborne

NICKNAME: Tav

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD: Eight of Pentacles

HEIGHT: 6’7”

ORIENTATION: Demi

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Half-wood elf (Hispanic)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Golden apples

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring

FAVORITE FLOWER: Pale roses

FAVORITE SCENT: Freshly-sanded wood, marble dust

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7.5

DOGS OR CATS: All animals are precious and should be in her vicinity immediately (she prefers pigeons/birds, though)

DREAM TRIP: No, thank you. Right here is fine. (Maybe Chult. Maybe. But only because she wants to meet dinosaurs)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: One heavy blanket

RANDOM FACT: Seriously considered asking Halsin to teach her about being a druid, but only because being a bear looks really fun.