#spanish porque puedo

[ahalliance]

monolingual english speakers: my accent in [foreign] language is so bad :[

me, rolling up to speak spanish with the worst accent you’ve ever heard:

[orcelito]

Fun thing about learning multiple languages. When i do my typical "ramble to myself in Foreign Language" kind of silence filling via narrating what I'm doing... used to be just Spanish that I'd do there, yea? But now there's the Japanese too. And Sometimes. When the setting is "talk in another language". Well I sure do talk in some kind of non-english, that's for sure

[lunaencantada]

Ok, this has the lyrics in spanish, but still. I literally posted yesterday that sadly I couldn't make a Bruno's video with Alan's song and today I see this short of his next song and guess what………. Another one for the list of possible songs for videos lol

Anyway, while we wait until summer so I have free time again, listen to Alan Sutton y las criaturitas de la ansiedad, they have really good songs!

[makemycitybreak]

No puedo dormir

[eroselless]

ESTABA LOCA POR PROBARTE

Summary=>Request: Could you maybe write a smut one shot about Carlos? Maybe smth along the lines of his girlfriend getting her nipples pierced and he can’t get enough of them? Thank yaaaa [1.3k]

[carlos sainz x reader ]

MASTERLIST

Warnings: 18+ for explicit language and smut, titty suckin, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), daddy kink?, we're also ignoring the physics of sand and how it gets everywhere.

 If there's any I missed let me know!

Note: It’s a little shorter than I hoped but I like it nonetheless. I changed it a little to the reader having the piercings beforehand just cuz I know how long it takes for those mfs to heal lol, hope that’s ok! Also, would guys be interested in doing more Spanish dialogue (with the translations, obvi) or should I use more English dialogue?

here's the playlist i listened to while writing :)

You could see him from where you were wading in the water. He’s leaning back on his lounge chair, hands up, holding onto the pages of some book he picked at the hotel store. The waves had calmed down and only pushed you around a little bit. The waves lapped gently against the powdery shore, the cool water soothing your slightly burned skin. The beach was fairly empty, the sun almost below the horizon behind you. It was surrounded by looming palm trees, secluded from the public and prying eyes. You waded out of the water, approaching Carlos as he watched you get closer. You looked like a goddess, water cascading around your shoulders in waves, water dripping from your body. Carlos was almost jealous of the water and how it clung to your skin. 

“Nadaste rico?” did you have a good swim? He asks, eyes unabashedly trailing over your figure. You let out a hum, wiping your face with a towel. You shake your hair out, sending drops of water towards him. He lets out a squeal, leaning away from you.

You let out a laugh, a smirk appearing on your face. 

“Te ves muy calientito, amor.” you look very warm, love. You state. You cock an eyebrow, placing your hands on your hips. He looks up at you, big brown eyes open wide. 

He has enough time to put his book down on the sand before you pounce. You jump into his arms, hair going everywhere. Your fingers poke at his sides, pulling a loud laugh out of him. His hands are holding firmly onto your waist, trying to avoid touching your sopping-wet bathing suit. You both eventually run out of breath and he relents, letting your chest press against his. 

You lay there for a second, cheek against his warm skin. He trails his hands down your back, stopping right above the elastic waistband of your bikini bottoms. His fingers fiddle with the strings, careful not to accidentally pull the knots out. You look up at him, chin propped up on your hand. 

You sit up in his lap, the sudden cold making you shiver. There’s a new look in his eyes as he stays still. They’re dark as he once again takes in your appearance. Your chest heaves a bit and your hair is messy, still dripping with water. His fingers remain in the same spot too but now he’s tempted to pull at the knot that holds them in place. 

“¿Qué?” what? You ask. 

In one swift move, he sits up, taking your face in his hands. His thick lips envelop yours, tongue easily sliding into your mouth. He tastes a little salty from the ocean breeze. Your hands wrap gently around his neck, fingers pulling at the hair that’s at the base of his neck. His hands move back to your hips, rocking them against his. He feels terribly hard underneath you and you feel yourself grow wet. 

“Espera, y si alguien nos ve?” wait, what if someone sees us? You ask. He simply shakes his head. 

“¿Porque piensas que escogí este lugar?” why do you think i chose this spot? He retorts. His eyes full of anticipation.  A shaky smirk appears on your face as his lips begin to trail over the skin that joins your neck and shoulder. His hands sweep over your shoulder, fingers gently pulling the triangles that covered your tits. 

“¿Puedo?” can I?  You nod, you know what he’s referring to. He’d been waiting patiently for your nipple piercings to heal, always asking when he’d be able to finally play with them. 

You hiss slightly as he peels the fabric of your swimsuit away. The metal bar shines in the sun. you hear him mutter out a soft coño as he finally presses his fingers to your pebbled nipples. He pinches them slightly, careful not to tug too hard. Your mind is buzzing at the touch, after going almost a year without having anyone else but yourself touching them. It sent signals down to your cunt, spurring you on even more. 

“No creo que jamas superere estas cositas.” I don't think I’ll ever get over these. He whispers in your ear, nose dragging over your cheek.  He leans down, capturing one of your sensitive pearls between his lips. They drag over your skin. He savours the taste of your skin, pushing his nose further into the plush skin of your breast. 

You let out a gasp, back arching and snapping into position. He switches nipples, gently sinking his teeth into your smooth skin. You huff, the heat between your legs beginning to become unbearable.

“Te n-necesito,” I n-need you. You say breathlessly. Carlos simply hums.

“Pero si estoy just aquí, ¿que más necesitas?” But if I'm right here, what else do you need? He wanted you to tell him. To beg for his cock.

“Necesito tu polla,” I need your cock. You begin, pressing your hips down to the tent in his swim shorts. “Por favor, papi.” please, daddy.

He quickly undoes his shorts, pumping his cock as you pulled the knots free on your bikini bottoms. You guide yourself over him, sinking down. The stretch is devilishly delicious as you rock against him. He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling it back. With your neck and chest revealed, his teeth nip at the now exposed skin. You falter a bit, a deep moaning falling from your lips. You swear you start to see starts, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Te vez tan bella asi, toda jodida.” you look so good like this, all fucked out He says. He grips your hips, pressing his heels into the lounge chair underneath you. Pushing up, he snaps his hips into yours. The force is so great you feel yourself fall forward, hands pressing into the cushion of the chair around Carlos’s head. 

He ruts into you faster, fingers squeezing bruising tight. You can feel a coil begin to form in your stomach. He hesitates, slowing down slightly to press his fingers into your clit. He looks divine laying beneath you, sweat beading on his forehead, lips parted and panting. His eyes are draped in shadows and droopy. Oh, he’s close. You think. He knows you mostly likely won't be discovered by anyone but shit, it excites him further.

He’s a whimpering mess when you tells you: ya estoy por venir, i’m gonna come. 

He pulls you down, pressing your lips together as you both grow closer to your end. You press your fingers to your clip, stimulating it as you feel yourself start to clench around Carlos. He snaps his hips up one final time and spills himself into you. You cry out as you feel him gush into you, sending you off the edge. 

He watches your tits bounce faintly as you try to regain the air knocked out of you. He pulls you flush to his chest. Mirroring the events from earlier, you lay on his chest, both of you struggling for air. He presses his lips to your head as you come down from your highs. He relishes in how the soft sting of cool metal of your piercings press against his chest and he can’t wait to have his mouth on them again.

a/n: hey guysss thanks for making it this far. I hope y'all liked it! I very much am missing summer right now and thought it would pair nicely with the request. I apologize it took a little bit to get it out. I'd love for more requests! I've been on a Carlos, Lando and Charles high right now so feel free to send in any ideas you have :) and once again, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[luceracastro]

Sabia que ibas a volver

(Enzo Vogrincic x Reader)

Summary: you and Enzo get in a fight before the big premiere and end up ending your relationship, but he should have known that after years of loving him, you would never miss the biggest moment of his life.

Warnings: just loads of fluff and some angst and sadness at the beginning. (also literally a Spanglish fic but I am more than happy to do it individually in Spanish and english too) (Esta historia estará en spanglish pero estoy más que feliz de hacerlo individualmente en español e inglés.)

The mate you had made yourself had gone cold, and the shared apartment you and Enzo lived in was also freezing between the open windows and balcony, it was late and he still wasn't home, of course, he went out with the guys and you trusted him but he must've gotten carried away still out and about and even though you tried not to think about it too much you couldn't help yourself

a few moments later you heard the sound of keys rustling, the door clicking as it opened and you turned your head to the side seeing him slip in and take off his jacket "¿Ves qué hora es?" you asked as you looked down at your hands and he sighed "Si" it was all he said in a dry tone and it made you annoyed and angry but you were too tired to even try

"Enzo, ¿por qué me haces esto?" you asked with a ting of pain in your voice and he could only look down at his feet not even saying a word as he leaned against the counter in the kitchen, "¿Qué hice? ¿Hice algo mal porque parece que ya ni siquiera quieres estar cerca de mí?" you told him and he shook his head slowly and sighed "no, solo piensas demasiado" and that was it before you got up "Enzo! estas ciego?!" you yelled and he furrowed his brows confused

"llegas tarde a casa, cuando estás aquí estás en el juego o en tu teléfono, ¡incluso ignorándome si te hablo!" you told him and he stood taller "estoy trabajando y me canso!" he said and you sighed "Enzo, créeme, lo entiendo, pero también me gustaría que mi novio me preguntara de vez en cuando cómo fue al menos mi día, siempre te ayudé, estuve ahí para ti cuando llegaste a casa cansado y, por supuesto, planeo hacerlo todavía, pero Yo también quiero saber que estás ahí para mí" was all you could say as your voice cracked and tears streamed down your cheeks

"Ya no eres una niña, lo entiendo y lo siento pero estoy trabajando y también necesito ayudarme en este momento, créeme lastimarte es algo que nunca quiero hacer." he told you and you rolled your eyes "Enzo, literalmente sales todas las noches y vuelves tarde a casa, ¿en qué te ayuda eso? No me importa que salgas pero sería bueno tener una de esas noches dedicadas a mí tu novia" you said as your heart crushed

"nena, Llevamos cinco años juntos, te he dedicado mucho tiempo y ¿es tan malo que quiero un ratito de tiempo con unos amigos?" he asked but his tone had some bitterness to it and you sighed getting up "Nunca dije eso, pero sabes, si eso es lo que quieres, entonces como sea, tal vez deberíamos romper si me dedicas demasiado tiempo como dices tu" and he chuckled "Entonces tal vez deberíamos, si vas a intentar seguir convirtiéndome en el malo, tal vez deberíamos simplemente separarnos"

that broke you entirely, seeing him mean it even though you couldn't see the way his heart broke when those words left his lips you moved to get the bags and suitcases you brought when you moved in and started tearing your clothes from the hangers and pulling your clothes from drawers as his eyes rimmed with tears seeing you pack and the small sobs escaping your lips, he knelt beside you as you packed your belongings

"Espera, espera, no, no lo dije en serio, bebé, para," he put a hand over your arm carefully but you shrugged him off "No, Ya no quiero estar aquí Enzo ya terminé me voy a casa con mi mamá no puedo" you cried louder and covered your face with your hands and you could hear Enzo sniffle "No, no, chiquita no te vayas, por favor quédate conmigo. Lo haré mejor, lo prometo" he said with his hands moving to hold you but you extended your arms to keep his away "No, yo me voy," you said and moved around to pack while he continued to follow you around and plead.

he tried to hold onto you and your stuff but to no avail and he couldn't forcefully make you stay so he watched outside as you drove off tears drenched his cheeks and eyes and his fingers intertwined with his hair as he sighed "Mierda, Mierda!" he moved to get his keys and went to his car, he couldn't stay there not at all he knew he's just remember you not being able to sleep so he just drove, where? who knew.

it had been around a few weeks now, you'd been moved back in with your mom who was there for you helping you unpack and what not, Enzo called and texted constantly and even Matias joined in trying to reach you and some of the others but you didn't answer anything, "Enzo ya levantate, asi no la vas a recuperar" Matias had walked into the room he was allowing Enzo to stay in, his girlfriend was making them food at the time and she herself couldn't make the boy eat anything as he only laid in bed most of the time

"entonces que mas hago? ya la llame y le mande textos y no se que mas hacer," Enzo groaned out and Matias sighed "Luego levántate y ve a la casa de su madre y pide perdón como un hombre" Matias told him and Enzo looked at him "No puedo, ella no quiere hablarme" Enzo's voice was low and his attitude was worse as he didn't even look like he had emotions anymore "La amas?" Matias asked with his arms crossed "más que nada" Enzo said as he sat up "entonces lucha por ella" was all Matias could say before leaving the room

and that's what Enzo was going to do, for once he finally took a shower and got presentable leaving to go over to your mothers house with hopes of taking you back home with him. but that was not the case as your mom stood at the front door a small frown on her face "por favor, solo dile que necesito hablar con ella" he said in a pleading manner but the woman sighed "Lo hice pero ella me dijo que te dijera que te fueras, no se siente muy bien" your mother did try to get you to speak to the boy at the front door but you refused

so Enzo left with his heart broken, he had to get used to the fact that you'd probably hate him forever and ever but it was a stab to the heart to deal with that fact, he loved you and now it hit him how it was pointless being without you, he didn't really have much without you.

so then the time for the premier rolls around, it was the night before and Enzo was sitting in his hotel room just thinking, the TV played in the background but as all he could think about was you everything blurred out for him, he could only have you on his mind and even though his castmates tried to reason with him and even reach out to you for his sake, there was no success.

however what he didn't know was that you were in a hotel a few streets down situating yourself and getting ready to rest for tomorrow, even though he hurt you and said some hurtful things, your love for him is bigger than any of that.

Enzo was getting dressed and ready, the day was here and he was prepared for anything or so he thought, the flashing cameras and lights as well as the loud voices of people, photographers, and interviewers was pretty overwhelming however one huge relief was seeing your face amongst the crowd wearing a beautiful dress made just for you, a big proud smile on your lips as he smiled a small giggle escaping his lips as he was himself again and in a better mood.

once Enzo was off the carpet he spotted you speaking to Matias girlfriend and he rushed over arms engulfing you as yours wrapped around his neck "viniste" the slight crack in his voice made you frown slightly "Obviamente, hablamos de este momento desde siempre y no me lo perdería" you told him a small smile on your lips as tears rimmed your eyes "Te amo," he said and you nodded "yo también, bueno ya no llores," you laughed a little cleaning his cheeks and eyes with your thumbs as he chuckled to himself

"Sabia que ibas a volver," he said with the biggest smile on his lips as you did too "Obvio, eres el amor de mi vida boludo," you chuckled kissing his lips, "vamos," you both interlinked arms and he guided you proudly presenting you as his girlfriend, the light of his eyes, his heart.

"que linda pareja," Fran's voice rang out a little teasing tone as both you and Enzo smiled "Entonces ambos volvieron a estar juntos?" Juani asked as he smiled "Si," Enzo said as he held onto you tighter "Entonces debemos de celebrar, vamos por unas cervezas," pipe's voice rang out as the others laughed "no me opongo a una cerveza" you shrugged and Enzo smiled, the night was well spent at the end.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this as I did, I honestly have been listening to this song for a while and thought of this plot and enjoyed writing it so I hope you all liked it as well and I am open to doing any request :) (Espero que hayan disfrutado esto como lo hice yo, honestamente he estado escuchando esta canción por un tiempo, pensé en esta trama y disfruté escribiéndola, así que espero que a todos les haya gustado también y estoy abierto a hacer cualquier solicitud :)

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Who is Vegetta?

Had to wait until my hands stopped shaking for this one, I love Vegetta so much. He was recently — miraculously — announced for the QSMP, so here's a rundown for English fans of both who he is and his lore. 

Vegetta777 is a Spanish Youtuber who is one of, if not THE biggest pillar of the Spanish community. He's been doing content for over 15 years now.

He's the creator of the Karmaland series, which he started when he was around Quackity's age.

I cannot emphasize enough: Vegetta doesn't do series or events or tournaments EVER, so him accepting the invitation is a huge deal. This was his exact commentary on it:

Vegetta: Quackity me invitó hace tiempo y le dije que no suelo entrar a series que yo puedo controlar, pero le he dado ese voto de confianza, además le pregunté como sería la serie porque no quería nada competitivo y quackity me dijo que no me preocupara por nada. [...] Si yo confíe en quackity y él confío en mi para Karmaland pues yo le doy ese voto de confianza para esta serie que está haciendo y además se le veía emocionado al chaval, si te soy sincero, Quackity el hijo de Rubius de cierto modo Translation: Quackity invited me a while ago and I told him that I don't usually enter series that I can't control, but I have given him that vote of confidence, I also asked him how the series would be because I didn't want anything competitive, and Quackity told me not to worry about anything (does this confirm QSMP is an RP server? 🤔) [...] If I trust Quackity and he trusts me for Karmaland, well, I give him that vote of confidence for this series he's doing. And also the boy looked excited, if I'm honest, Quackity's the son of Rubius in a certain way. (🥺💕)

Vegetta is very fond of Quackity after interacting with him in Karmaland 5, and he's spoken multiple times about how much Quackity's impressed him. He also said Quackity will be bigger than him someday :') He's very supportive of the new generation, and he spoke highly of Spreen today too.

Vegetta is one of the most talented Minecraft builders out there, and he's fast

While most of the other Karmaland boys were still living in basic houses, Vegetta built a CASTLE within a super short time

Vegetta loves cats. In Karmaland he had an entire cat rescue with 50+ cats (and yes, he’s named every single one of them). IRL, he shares lots of adorable cat photos and videos. 

His skin, like his name, is based on the Dragon Ball character Vegeta. Vegetta777 is basically the yassified version of Vegeta (just like Phil is the yassified version of Uruhara).

In Karmaland 5, Vegetta was a bit of a wizard, and he had a flock of crows / ravens (remind you of anyone?) 

Vegetta is sometimes called "the father of Minecraft", so many people (myself included) are ESPECIALLY excited to see him and Phil interact because they have a lot of similarities.

Vegetta is one of the heroes of Karmaland and the unofficial leader of their group. In terms of lore, he's essentially a demigod / minor god, though it's not as direct as Sapo  Peta's contact with them.

Vegetta is typically a staunch rule-follower, however, since he's not in control of the series, he said: "I feel like Rubius: 'Let's see what I can do to destroy everything, let's look for all the legal loopholes,' get ready Quackity, I'm the new Rubius!" (LMAO)

Vegetta’s the king of “stay in your own lane” he never gets into drama or gets involved in controversies, he just watches the dumpster fires from the sidelines like the rest of us

He almost never wears a shirt in the series (and honestly? Good for him)

His character is also, canonically, absolutely shredded

It's impossible to talk about Vegetta's lore without also talking about Rubius, so buckle in because this one's a doozy. I can't cover everything without this post becoming longer than it already is, but I'll do my best to summarize what I can:

Starting with Karmaland 4 and continuing into Karmaland 5 and beyond, Rubius and Vegetta have created the world's most torturous slow-burn telenovela-esque love story.

Rubegetta (Rubius x Vegetta) is the most popular Karmaland ship that, to some extent, has become an inside joke between the boys and the community. I'll elaborate on this more in Rubius' post.

To simplify years and years of lore and drama, Rubius and Vegetta love each other, but they are incapable of being in an actual relationship. I've talked about it in depth before, but Vegetta said it best in this metaphor-filled exchange with Sapo Peta and Willy: Sapo Peta: I wanted to ask you about your relationship with that Rubius guy. Vegetta: Oh, yes well Rubius likes to be with me a lot, but at the same time he likes to snack everywhere, and he never finishes eating the morcilla (blood sausage). Sapo Peta: So he rejects you? Vegetta: It's not that he rejects me, it's that it doesn't finish clearing up, you know? We could say that our relationship is like a hamburger. WiIIy: You prepare it and he doesn't eat it. Vegetta: Exactly, he doesn't finish you know?

Or, as another person phrased it:

The fault doesn't just lie with Rubius however; Vegetta himself can be pretty oblivious.

In Karmaland 4, despite the fact Rubius and Vegetta had a kid together and got married, it still didn't resolve anything. As soon as the vows were said and they were married, Rubius revealed it was all just a ploy to get Vegetta's diamonds and immediately asked for a divorce.

You can watch a translated animation of the entire wedding here.

In Karmaland 5, after deciding he'd had enough of Rubius' BS, Vegetta decided to marry someone else (Lolito), but Rubius burst in at the last moment to stop the wedding. We all thought he'd finally confess his love and stop being so emotionally constipated, but instead he proposed to Lolito solely so Vegetta would remain single. (They're a mess, what can I say)

To quote a meme shared by another Spanish fan, Vegetta's reaction to that was basically: “You don’t want me to be with you, and you don’t want me to be with someone else. How miserable do I have to be for you to be happy?”

I do want to emphasize that even though Rubius and Vegetta sometimes have relationship issues / communication issues, it doesn’t diminish their friendship in the slightest. Even after both wedding disasters, they were back to speaking to each other the next week, being flirty and laughing together. Yes, they have issues, but their love for each other remains – despite everything.

(I should also note here that, even while engaged to Lolito, Vegetta was still flirty with Rubius).

Vegetta is very close friends with Luzu, who supported him during the fallout from both failed marriages.

In Karmaland 4, Rubius and Vegetta had a son named Brayan Dobluque (a mix of both their names).

There's too much Rubegetta lore for me to cover everything, but Glay has a massive thread of translated Rubegetta clips I highly recommend watching if you'd like more context.

One clip I recommend is the Meteor date, which is one of the few instances where Rubius is honest vis-à-vis his emotions with Vegetta.

As a whole, their friendship / relationship is a romcom novela for sure, but sometimes they'll catch you off-guard with some romantic BS that'll make your heart ache. They really do love each other; they just don't know how to commit.

Vegetta is bi! (Both real life Vegetta and character Vegetta). Pretty much every single character in Karmaland is on the ‘ol rainbow spectrum somewhere.

Lore aside, I feel like Vegetta, and pretty much all the Karmaland boys in general, have the least machismo (toxic masculinity) I've ever seen. They're all genuinely sweet guys who aren't afraid to be flirty and play gay characters in their queer little telenovela Minecraft series. (With the exception of Willy, who we like to joke is the "token straight friend"). Vegetta's a cool guy, and he's a great addition to the QSMP. I'm excited for you all to meet him!

Other info posts:

Who is Sapo Peta? | Who is Luzu? | Who is Spreen?

[flan-tasma]

hey!! I saw that you write for lyney (I love your lyney fics btw- they're so scrumptious) and I was wondering if you could write sub!top lyney who gives dom gn! reader oral, and then is made to fuck reader and overstimulates himself because they told him to :0 If you can thank you so much! have a nice day :3

(also sub!top is basically someone who isn't in control but does the fucking if you were confused- sorry if im not describing it well)

💖~ Thank you for making this request! I won't deny that I love the idea of sub!Lyney 👀

Warning: NSFW, breath play, creampie, GN!Reader | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Lyney se ha acostumbrado a perseguir tu satisfacción antes que la suya, principalmente porque no le gusta ser egoísta contigo en ningún aspecto. Te cuida mucho antes, durante y después del sexo, tratando de que siempre estés tan a gusto y feliz como él. Se enrosca a tu alrededor, te limpia y desborda su devoción como si fuera lo único capaz de sentir.

Por eso, cuando se puede permitir ser cuidado, no es capaz de negarte nada. Ni siquiera si se trata de ponerse un collar y follarte tan fuerte como le permitan sus caderas.

Tiras del cuero contra su cuello, él siente que su respiración terminará por incendiar sus órganos enteros cuando tu humedad lo chupa y lo exprime hasta dejarlo casi ciego por la lujuria. Su rostro patético solo puede demostrar su estado mental, vacío, solo enfocado en lo bien que te sientes cuando su polla te martilla y es abrazado por tu carne. Lyney no es alguien que disfrute ser vocal, pues le gusta mantener las cosas discretas, llamándote en susurros mientras se obliga a llenarte con sus múltiples cargas, pero esto es nuevo. Tan nuevo que la máscara de confianza del mago ha caído muy lejos de su rostro, solo siendo capaz de jadear y sollozar con tu nombre y súplicas.

No sabe cuántas veces se ha corrido en lo que va de la noche, tampoco puede enumerarlas ahora, solo sabe que la extraña sensación pegajosa que sentía en el punto donde tus muslos y los suyos se conectaban era tan irreal que quería perseguir más. La toalla debajo de ti se encontraba empapada, la cama también era una pista de la escena del crimen que estaban cometiendo, pero no pudo pensar en que debía cambiar las sábanas y limpiar el colchón, sino que se permitió soltar más lágrimas que caían por sus mejillas hasta tu propio rostro.

Su boca estaba manchada, rastros de labial y el delicioso líquido que lo obligaste a tragar minutos antes se mezclaban con la saliva que caía por su lengua. Era una buena imagen, fascinante, como Lyney perseguía el placer sin detenerse, sus manos estaban agarrando con fuerza el marco de la cama que para este punto ya había dejado varias marcas en la pared.

“No puedo…” Lloró buscando tu mirada con sus ojos aguados, incapaz de demostrar algo más que unas nuevas ganas de llenar tu interior con su semen. “¡Por favor, por favor!”

Pero Lyney es tan obediente contigo. Es tan lindo cuando jadeos contra su oído y tiras más fuerte de la correa que lo deja sin aire momentáneamente, suspirando su lujuria y golpeando contra ti con más urgencia. Ya había cerrado los ojos, perdido en la sensación deliciosa y pegajosa de los lubricantes mezclados con su semen y saliva.

“Me voy a desmayar, amour.” Traga saliva cuando siente la picazón en la punta de su polla que lo obliga a arañar tu muslo y acercarse más. El ruido de la piel sudorosa chocar se pierde entre sus maullidos y llantos. Su semilla se dispara lo que profundo que puede dentro de ti, que lo aceptas con gusto y le besas las mejillas mientras limpias sus lágrimas. Ha sido un buen chico, tan dulce y sensible que tiembla entre tus piernas y se detiene para por fin respirar algo de aire fresco y no el aliento cálido del que se ha vuelto adicto.

Pero no tiene mucho tiempo para descansar, pues vuelves a apretar el collar y lo haces encorvarse, tembloroso, para besarlo en sus labios devastados. Y Lyney entiende que aún no han terminado, y vuelve a follarte más a través de su semen que gotea y baja por tus labios y lo embelesa más contra tus suaves paredes que lo aprietan nuevamente.

English:

Lyney has taken to pursuing your satisfaction before his own, mainly because he doesn't like to be selfish with you in any way. He takes great care of you before, during, and after sex, trying to ensure that you are always as comfortable and happy as he is. He curls around you, cleans you, and overflows with his devotion as if it were the only thing capable of feeling.

 

Therefore, when he can allow himself to be cared for, he is not able to deny you anything. Not even if it means putting on a collar and fucking you as hard as his hips will allow.

 

You pull the leather against his neck; he feels that his breath will end up setting his entire organs on fire when your wetness sucks and squeezes him until he is almost blind with lust. His pathetic face can only demonstrate his mental state: empty, only focused on how good you feel when his cock hammers you and is embraced by your flesh. Lyney isn't one to enjoy being vocal, as he likes to keep things discreet, calling out to you in whispers as he forces himself to fill you with his multiple loads, but this is new. So new that the magician's mask of confidence has fallen far from his face, only being able to gasp and sob at your name and pleas.

 

He doesn't know how many times he's come so far this night, nor can he list them now, he just knows that the strange sticky feeling he felt at the point where your thighs and his were connected was so unreal that he wanted to chase more. The towel under you was soaked, and the bed was also a clue to the crime scene you were committing, but he couldn't think about changing the sheets and cleaning the mattress; instead, he allowed himself to let out more tears that fell down from his cheeks to your own face.

 

His mouth was stained, traces of lipstick and the delicious liquid you had forced him to swallow minutes before mixing with the saliva that ran down his tongue. It was a good image, fascinating, how Lyney pursued pleasure without stopping, his hands were tightly gripping the frame of the bed, which by this point had already left several marks on the wall.

 

“I can't…” He cried, searching your gaze with his watery eyes, unable to show anything more than a new desire to fill your insides with his cum. "Please please!"

 

But Lyney is so obedient to you. He's so cute when you gasp against his ear and tug harder on the leash that it leaves him breathless momentarily, sighing at his lust and pounding into you with more urgency. He had already closed his eyes, lost in the delicious, sticky sensation of the lubricants mixed with his cum and saliva.

 

“I'm going to faint, amour.” He swallows when he feels the itch at the tip of his cock that forces him to scratch your thigh and get closer. The noise of sweaty skin colliding is lost between his mewls and cries. His seed shoots as deep as it can into you, who accept it with pleasure and kiss his cheeks while you wipe away his tears. He's been a good boy, so sweet and sensitive that he trembles between your legs and stops to finally breathe some fresh air and not the hot breath he's become addicted to.

 

But he doesn't have much time to rest, as you tighten his grip on his collar again and make him bend over, trembling, to kiss his ravaged lips. And Lyney understands that you're not done yet, and he goes back to fucking you more through his cum dripping down your lips and enthralling him more against your soft walls that squeeze him again.

[nicecarito]

(English text version below the spanish one)

“ Ugh…. Diablos…Esto se esta haciendo cada vez más difícil día con día. ¿Pero que más puedo hacer? Estoy haciendo todo lo que puedo para mantenerme al margen, ser lo mas productivo posible y no dejarme llevar por mis preocupaciones. Tomo los medicamentos que el psiquiatra me ha recetado y me descargo con mi terapeuta en cada cita … aunque no puedo ser completamente honesto y decirle a detalle lo que me agobia realmente….

¿Cómo puedo decirle a mi terapeuta que guardo el oscuro secreto de mi hermano gemelo? Un secreto que puede destruir a mi familia definitivamente.

¿Cómo le explico que me mata la incertidumbre y el miedo de no volver a ver a mi gemelo con vida, cada vez que sale a completar alguna “misión?

¿Cómo le explico el miedo que tengo de que mi hermano mayor también salga herido o muerto cuando sale a cumplir con su deber como jefe de policía?

¿Qué haré yo si pasan esas cosas?

¿Qué haré si Café llega a enterarse del verdadero trabajo de Doppio y esto le destroza el corazón?

Si Doppio no llega a casa nunca y Café no sabe el por que… ¿Cómo deberé explicárselo?

¿Qué hare con Vanilla? … Ella es la que mas me preocupa… Ella es tan joven… no quiero que llegue a sufrir por esto…

¿Qué haré yo?….

Solo puedo callar, no puedo hacer nada más…

No puedo demostrar mi preocupación, no puedo hacerlo.

Trato de distraerme , tengo más de cinco trabajos que me ayudan a fijar mi atención en cualquier cosa menos en esto…Quiero ver lo positivo del mundo, ver a los otros sin preocupaciones …

Debo sonreír para no preocupar a nadie…

Y debo mantener todo esto para mi mismo… porque mis problemas son míos y de nadie más…

Nadie debería preocuparse por mis problemas, solo yo soy quien puede lidiar con ello…. Aunque este completamente agotado…."

Lungo, el personaje más carismatico , sin embargo, el mas complejo.

(practicamente no puede tener relaciones porque su vida esta echa un despapaye jejeje, el si le da importancia a estar bn primero antes de empezar algo, y las relaciones en las que ha estado son practicamente de solo una noche. Aunque bromeé con Pinzell, el mismo no le pediria en s erio el ser pareja. ojalá haya contestado bn a tu pregunta!)

English Version

" Ugh…. Damn…This is getting harder and harder everyday. But what else can I do? I'm doing everything I can to stay out of it, be as productive as possible and not get carried away with my worries. I take the meds the psychiatrist has prescribed and I vent to my therapist at every appointment…although I can't be completely honest and tell her in detail what is really overwhelming me…..

How can I tell my therapist that I'm keeping my twin brother's dark secret? A secret that could destroy my family for good.

How do I explain to her how I am overwhelmed by the fear of never seeing my twin alive again every time he goes out to complete some "mission"?

How do I explain to her the dread I have of my older brother also getting hurt or killed when he goes out to do his duty as chief of police?

What will I do if such things happen?

What will I do if Café finds out about Doppio's real job and it breaks his heart?

If Doppio never comes home and Café doesn't know why… How should I explain it to him?

What will I do with Vanilla? … She is the one that worries me the most… She is so young… I don't want her to suffer because of this…

What will I do? ….

I can only keep quiet, I can't do anything else….

I can't show my concern, I can't do it.

I try to distract myself , I have more than five jobs that help me to fix my attention on anything but this…I want to see the positive in the world, to see others without worries ….

I must smile so I don't worry anyone ….

And I must keep all this to myself…because my problems are mine and no one else's…..

No one should worry about my problems, only I am the one who can deal with it…. Even if I am completely exhausted…."

Lungo, the most charismatic character, however, the most complex.

[knot-headed]

eyes on me

Alejandro Vargas x Male Reader Summary: Your friends-with-benefits relationship takes a turn when Alejandro gets jealous and wants you all to himself. Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Potentially ooc Alejandro?, jealous sex, idiots with feelings, unprotected anal, orgasms. Note: No idea if the Spanish in this is correct, feel free to send me a message if any of it is wrong!

You’re unaware of Alejandro’s stare as his eyes burn holes in the back of your head as you walk away, and he only realises he had been staring when he hears Rudy scoff in laughter. He tears his attention away to see Rudy shaking his head in amusement. “¿Qué?” (what?)

Rudy gestures over to you. “Lo estás mirando como un animal en la caza.” (you’re staring at him like an animal on the hunt.)

“¿Qué, así que no puedo mirarlo?” (what, so I can't look at him?) He tries to play it off, like he isn’t completely, utterly infatuated with you. 

“Puedes, pero no cuando parece que vas a abalanzarte sobre él en medio de la barra.” (you can, just not when it looks like you're going to pounce on him in the middle of the bar)

It was Alejandro's turn to scoff, “No voy a abalanzarme sobre él.” (i’m not going to pounce on him.)

Rudy shrugs, “Me lo parecía. ¿Qué está pasando entre ustedes dos, pensé que era casual?” (looked like it to me. what's going on between you two, i thought it was just casual?)

“Es casual,” (it is casual) Alejandro answers back - too quickly to be believable.

“Si quieres algo más, solo habla con él.” (if you want something more just talk to him). Alejandro is already forming the words in his head to turn down the idea when Rudy continues. “Porque si no lo haces, alguien más comenzará a prestarle atención,” (because if you don't, someone else is going to start paying attention to him), he says, gesturing over to where you stood at the bar.

He can feel a chasm in his stomach open when he looks over, seeing you talking to someone who was very obviously flirting, body almost pressed into yours as the stranger spoke with a grin. Alejandro can’t see your reaction, but the chasm closes ever so slightly when the bartender hands you your drinks and you make a swift exit, heading back to the table. His head quickly swivels back to Rudy, pretending as if he wasn’t just watching.

You settle the bottles down on the table as you take your seat, handing one to Rudy and one to Alejandro before taking hold of your own. Alejandro takes a sip, swallowing down his feelings.

Rudy nearly rolls his eyes as you and Alejandro ease into a silence, so he decides to speak up. “Who was that?”

Shrugging, you let out a small chuckle. “I don’t know, just came up to me and started talking.” He catches the way you briefly hesitate before the next part, pointedly not looking at Alejandro. “Asked if I wanted to go on a date,” you finish off with an amused huff.

He pushes further, knowing that you and Alejandro will never stop tiptoeing around each other if he doesn’t do anything. “And? Did you say yes?”

Alejandro has to stop himself from kicking Rudy under the table, taking another mouthful to stop himself from saying anything.

“Nah, wasn’t interested,” you casually dismiss, taking a sip of your drink. You try not to take notice of Alejandro, how quiet he was being compared to his usual self.

Rudy has to quickly take a drink, hiding the growing smile as he sees straight through your lie. He wasn’t supposed to know about your and Alejandro’s arrangement, but he figured it out two weeks after it started - noticing that something had changed between you and Alejandro, and, when confronted, Alejandro had been unable to keep his mouth shut.

As time passes the three of you settle into light casual conversation again, and Alejandro fails to hide how enthralled he is with you, a smile never leaving his face as you talk, his heart feeling full as you chat so comfortably with him.

Rudy sits back, letting you and Alejandro get lost in conversation with each other, almost feeling like a third wheel, not that he minded since he could see how much Alejandro lit up when you were around. 

When the sun starts to set you make the decision to head back to the Los Vaqueros base, Rudy in the driver’s seat while Alejandro sits in front and you slide in the back. The conversation between you and Alejandro fills the air, flirtatious jabs that have Rudy wanting to lock you in a room together and not let you out until one of you talks.

Once you arrive and all pile out, Rudy disappears suspiciously quick, leaving you and Alejandro to walk back in alone. When you reach the corridor that heads towards your bed you start to break away from him and Alejandro stops you. “Whoa, where are you going?”

“My bed?”Confusion makes you freeze, your answer sounding more like a question. 

He steps close, just so that only you can hear him. “Not tonight guapo (handsome), tonight you’re coming to bed with me.” Ah, so the old Alejandro was back.

* * *

His fingers claw at your back, biting into the skin as he refuses to let you move away, your hips rolling into him with every thrust while he attacks your mouth, hand fisted tightly in your hair to keep you close as he harshly kisses you, stealing moans straight from the source.

You’re too distracted by the way you fit so perfectly together to think anything more of how unusually possessive he is, how you can barely separate long enough to breathe. With great effort you finally manage to, keeping your pace as you pant into the crook of Alejandro’s neck, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to lose yourself in the feeling of him around you.

A mild pain blooms across your scalp when Alejandro tugs at your hair, bringing your face back up to his. “If you’re going to fuck me, keep your eyes on me.”

That does something to you, triggers the deep-down possessive part of your brain. Slowing your hips just enough you capture his mouth with your own, able to taste what he was drinking on his tongue. When you break apart you barely move away, eyes focused on him as you pick up your pace. “Is that what you want? Want me to see what I do to you?”

“Yes, yes,” he chants between breaths, groaning as his knees are almost pinned to his chest. You try to ignore the warm feeling in your chest, that this was right, you and Alejandro, that it made sense after all this time for you to be together.

But you can’t ignore it, and all thoughts of him being yours makes the knot in your stomach tighten. “Fuck, it’s like you were made for me,” you grunt out, steadily losing yourself in the pleasure.

Alejandro moans, re-adjusting himself so his arms are linked around the back of your neck. “Because I was,” his legs wrap around you, pulling you in close as you drill into his hole. Taking a hold of his cock he arches into your touch, panting against the double stimulation as you both rapidly hurtle towards orgasm.

His moans turn into a mixture of curses, arms tightening around you as he gets closer and closer. With a few more thrusts it’s too late for him to usher a warning, his breath hitching before cum is spilling from his cock, splashing between your bodies and coating your stomachs. 

The sight, along with the way his hole clenches around you, is enough for you to follow soon after, lips peeling back in a growl as you cum, filling him so much that a white ring forms around where you’re joined. 

You fall against him, panting to catch your breath as Alejandro keeps you pressed against him, neither of you caring about the cum smearing into your skin. 

* * *

Swimming in the afterglow a calmness settles over both of you, ragged panting filling the air as you both come down. As your breathing evens out Alejandro breaks the silence first, shuffling onto his side to look at you. “Did you mean it?”

You already know what he’s referring to, how everytime you fall into bed together a possessiveness grabs hold of you both, one that’s becoming harder and harder to ignore as you refer to each other as yours and mine in the heat of the moment. Turning on your side to face him you’re instantly met with warm brown eyes watching, waiting for a response.

Of all the things you’ve just done, this is the one that makes your heart start to pound in your chest. “I don’t want to ruin what we have,” is what you settle on, giving away that yes, you do mean it.

“You won’t.” Alejandro leans in, capturing you in a kiss that’s much slower, gentler, one that brings a wave of warmth over you. When he breaks away he doesn’t go far, just enough that your noses are almost touching.

“Yes, I do mean it,” you whisper, going all in. Getting your heart ripped out would be better than this, constantly pretending that you don’t feel anything more for Alejandro.

Worry settles in the pit of your stomach when he doesn’t respond at first, and you start preparing yourself for rejection - until, his lips curve into a grin. “Good, because you’re all mine hermoso (beautiful).”

[another-delta-lover]

[tw: vent (kinda)]

[it's in spanish bc I'm too ashamed of this n I don't want u all to understand all of it- sorry]

Se que esto es raro y que ustedes seguro no lo entenderán mucho pero

Incluso si ustedes me apoyan much y así, de verdad siento que mis dibujos no son lo suficiente buenos a comparación de la cantidad de apoyo que ustedes me dan- Aveces siento que ustedes sienten pena de mi estilo de dibujo y de mis dibujos y solo interactúan con mis weas para que me sienta mejor, y no es por algo que ustedes hayan dicho o hecho, pero porque yo odio la manera en que dibujo demasiado, tanto que no puedo ver ese apoyo de otra manera q no sea lo que dije anteriormente,,

Lo siento por dudar de lo que me dan y me dicen, pero me odio a mi y a mis creaciones (dibujos, ocs, historias) tanto que simplemente no puedo evitarlo:(

Y lo odio mucho, de verdad lo hago, pero me cuesta mucho no hacerlo.

[cuddl3s4shur1]

•“𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄?“•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐:𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:You and hobie where dating .After one big argurment who knew that he would almost lose you and your earth...

𝐀/𝐍:I Literally love this idea so much , if the Spanish and or British slang is wrong 1. Blame google and google translate.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Angst , arguing mention of atsv characters , due to me knowing the knowledge of prowler miles age HE IS AGED UP TO 21.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲:She aware that I’m watching so she Gon put on a show -She Knows Remix by Ne-Yo

It had been 3 days since Spot had got rid of your earth for good. Before it was officially gone You and Hobie got items you loved.

You guys would get two different Flats. His would of course be right across from yours.

You and Hobie haven't really been on speaking terms due to the argument on the balcony. He has seen you around on several occasions it is obvious. Yall have the same occupation and live in the same Flat.

He try’s to see you more by playing the electric guitar late,so he can see you before he decides to go to bed . No matter how many times you complain he’s happy to see you .

Hobie happened to be on a mission while you where in your flat.

You weren’t on the mission due to you telling Miguel to remove him off of your partner list.Your Not on his partner list and he’s not yours.

When he heard the news about it he wondered why you did it. You only had one sentence on why you did it.

“To Fight My Own Battles”

He would roll his eyes at you saying his words back to him . Yes you were petty , who wouldn’t?

Right Now it was the afternoon soon it was going to become night . You where on your couch watching living single .

You hear a knock at your door . “Do I really wanna answer the door “ you question yourself.

The person beings to knock louder than the first time .

You take the blanket off your body . You walk to the door in your crop top and comfortable sweatpants.

They knock louder than they both times continue. “I’m coming ok “ you yell to them .You walk to the door , you begin to unlock the door and open it for the person. “What is it” you ask them in a unfriendly manner.

“.¿Porque estas siendo tan descarada“(Why are you being so cheeky) you friend maya asks.

“ah maya que haces aqui”(Oh, Maya, what are you doing here? )you ask her

“no puedo extrañar a mi mejor amigo”(I can’t miss my bestfriend). She asks you

“sabes que no quise decir eso entra”. (You know I didn’t mean it like that , come in) . You tell her , you open the door wide enough so she can come in .

“I know you not letting that lad take away your happiness “ she tells you .

“I’m not I just don’t wanna go out ,I still am technically taken “ you whine to her

“No excuses, bebe estas saliendo” (baby your going out ) She demands to you.

“Lemme guess your gonna rade my closet to see what you want me to wear “ you ask her

“correcta” (correct). She forces a smile and drags you to your bedroom . “I’m going to pick the outfit out because if I let you…” she shakes her head at the thought of your outfit.

“Hey I can dress! “ you tell her and laugh

“Sureeee” she says sarcastically

She begins to look through your closet , you had no idea what she was going to pick … she’s a fashion wild card .

No outfit she makes will be the same each outfit will be different.

“Ah ha “ she smiles as takes the outfit off the hanger .

“This is the … Outfit , go put it on “ she hands you the outfit- the first outfit

You go put the outfit on , you look in the mirror, it was complimenting your body and your skin. You walk out to show her the outfit.

“Oh yes , you’re wearing that , where some clear heels with that “ she smiles . You search around your room to find the heels. You find them and put the heels on . “Alright I’m finna get dressed and you can do your make up or whatever, than we leaving “ she says .

You do your makeup for a soft and natural look, you didn’t want your face to look like a whole new one . Once y put finished you looked around for a purse to match your outfit . You find the purse you where looking for . your friend is done with everything she wanted to do

Time to head out

You guys made it to the club, at first you didn't want to be there, you were only there because your friend was tired of noticing that you were slouching on the couch.

You walk around the club, chilling in the corner watching people have fun and laugh while your like “What am I doing here “ . Music starts to blast from different genres. Rnb to hip hop to afro beats back to rnb then to Latin Music.

You slowly made your way to the dance floor instead of just standing and looking like a creep. You start to dance and enjoy yourself. Many guys try to flirt with you and others are weird creeps.

The creeps take you to the bathroom, that'd when you put up a fight leaving them unconscious.

You walk out like nothing just happened

You go back to dancing catching an individual's eye. “Who's that,” he asks his friend “I don't know, it's my first time seeing her, “ they tell him.

He starts to become hesitate, did he want to say hi? Or did he wanna risk the fact of never seeing you again?

In that moment courage started to build in his body. He was going to ask you out!

He walked up to you “hola linda mami” (Hi pretty mommy ) .

She looks around trying to see who the random male was taking to :

“Estoy hablando contigo, el único bonito”(I'm talking to you , you the only pretty one) you thought the accent was cute

“Ah gracias. guapo” (Ah , thank you handsome) you respond a slight smile shows up on the face . His eyes where only on you ,

"No hay problema, mami bonita (No problem pretty mommy) He says with a wink, a slight grin shows up on your face

“Cuál es tu nombre” ( what’s your name ) he asks you

“Y/n “

“ahh bonito nombre para una chica bonita” (ahh pretty name for a pretty girl) . You smile at him

“y tu nombre” (and your name ) you ask him

“Miles “ he says

“Cute “ you tell him

“Wanna dance “ he asks you

“Why not “ you wink at him.

You guys move to the dance floor , you start to dance with him and talk . Your arms make it around his neck .

“You know I would love to , take your home or see you more “ he tells you

“I would love to also but life right now is complicated” you tell him

“What’s wrong” he asks

“Well my boyfriend, stood my family up twice and kinda disrespected me in the process “ you tell him

“Princess just know i wouldnt ever do that to you“ he says as he gives your hand a kiss.

“ i can tell “ you smirk and wink

You get a notifacation of a crime happening at a corner store.

“omg i gotta go , my friend needs me . You tell him .

“That’s um ok , my Friends are doing the same” he says , you guys both chuckle then head different ways.

“I gotta go” you give her a wink so she knows why .

You swing run to your apartment to change into your suit. You change in your suit and sling around to find the criminals.

“Not so fast ” you snatch the money out of the criminals hands. You swing back to the corner store to put the money back in store with a stick note .

“From your lovely friend-spidey” . Your spider senses start to go off as you start to draw the mini spider man . You turn around to see someone with a arrow and sleeping darts .

You start to dodge them one by one until he shoots you in the foot. “Oopsie spidey spidey “ the voice whispers to you . It tosses you over the shoulder, the person walks out leaving the note and the money.

Meanwhile with Hobie

Hobie started to head to your apartment to apologize. He brought some flowered and some chocolate. He climbed through your flats window by picking it with a lock pick .

He sits in your arm chair hoping you wake up , so he can give you the flowers and chocolate. He turns on your bedroom light to see the club outfit on the ground. Your purse was thrown on the bed and your heels where on the side .

He realized your phone was on the charger “you left your phone on the charger “ he mumbles keeping it as a mental note.

He checks your phone to see a notification from a friend saying, “be safe, text me when you get home from saving crime” she says .

Hobie became concerned and confused, what crime was she talking about.

He begin to look around the flat , maybe you where in another room. He checks all the rooms, and the nook and crannies .

You were nowhere to be found.

He takes a break in the couch searching about recent crimes that happened in the area . He found a link talking about “corner store robbery” . He clicks on the link . And scans the article with his eyes , he stops seeing the keyword “Spider” His eyes start to light up , with hope . He read the sentence in his mind

“Superhero Spider Girl , would come to the rescue and return the money “ he begins to smile at it . “ That’s my girl “ he says with a smirk .

Although he was proud you happend to get the money back , he was also worried.

He proceeded to hologram Miguel about the issue . “ Find y/n’s location “ he demanded. They started to try to find it . “We don’t have it “ he says . “Well try harder” he told him . “Look I think she’s missing so if you don’t find her , I will” he told Miguel .

Miguel started to try and find it , yet he couldn’t. Hobie hanged up the hologram. In slight anger , he felt like no one was taking it seriously.

It wasn’t like he could just go to the police and ask them to make a missing person report on you , because they would ask how do you know and what was your evidence .

He started to create a rescue plan , and a way to find the location.

Meanwhile

You wake up ,you feel the back of your body on cushion, you feel tied down . You start to wiggle your legs , chains start to rattle.

“You can stop you know, you can’t escape” The prowler says .

“Oh fr , I couldn’t tell “ you say in a sarcastic tone

“Funny , really funny “ the prowler says .

“I know I’m really good at making jokes “ you tell him .

“So what was the point of you know like , taking me “ you ask the prowler

“You have a nice bounty “ he smiles .

“ Aye “ you joke .

“Don’t you find this serious “ he asks .

“Kinda , but anyways how’s your day” you ask him

The prowler becomes confused but begins to talk about it .

“Well you know I went to the club with my friends because they basically forced me to go.But while I was their I met someone named Y/n.She is really pretty, but I might not see her again “ he told you

You started to giggle at him . “You find that funny “ he asks you . “sí, cariño” (Yes , Honey). You laugh

The prowler becomes confused “Eres tú” (it’s you ) . He questions you , you begin to chuckle .

“si cariño, soy yo” you smile , he begins to take off your spider mask. “Surprise” you say . “Ah Mami” he smiles , before clicking the mask off .

He begins to lower the punching bag and unties the chains from the back. “Hey” you smile at him . “Hey” he says to you . “Do you have like a shirt I can wear , only have the suit” you joke to him. “Don’t worry , I got you “ he smiles and winks .

You and miles head to his apartment, which is where he gives you one of his shirt . You make him turn around and leave his bedroom, while you change .

You leave his bedroom and you see him on the couch watching , Friday . You begin to watch the movie with him , you lay on his chest , he places his hand on your stomach.

“But I got you home though “

[didishawn]

some Jules kounde smut plssss

This request surely made me see Koundé on a different light

No more Muchachos (Jules Koundé x Argentinian Reader) smut

Warnings: a bit of teasing because of the World Cup final, Koundé fucks you hard to shut you up, smut, some Spanish

Masterlist

If he has to hear the song one more time, Koundé will go mad.

En Argentina nací (I was born in Argentina)

Tierra del Diego y Lionel (land of Diego and Lionel)

De los pibes de Malvinas (of the guys frtom Malvinas)

Que jamás olvidaré (that I will never forget)

No te lo puedo explicar (I can't explain)

Porque no vas a entender (because you won't understand)

Las finales que perdimos (the finals that we lost)

Cuantos años la lloré (how many years I cried them)

Pero eso se terminó (but that finished)

Porque en el Maracaná (because in the Maracaná)

La final con los brazucas (the final with the Brazilians)

La volvió a ganar papá (Dad won it again)

He knows you are on heaven since the World Cup final, and doesn't matter how sad you felt for his loss, your happiness was greater at seeing Messi finally lifting up the Cup -even he was excited for that.

But he seriously cannot keep on going like this, everyday Muchachos sounds on repeat in your home, your low humming going with the music and always with a teasing look on your eye.

His teammates and the media find it so funny, how much you seem to love your dear Argentina over him -even he finds it funny, but can't help but dream of setting you straight as he finds himself singing the lyrics even when you are not around.

Dreams do become true.

Is what Koundé thinks as he pounds into you from the back, one hand pulling you back, the other on your hair pushing your face to be buried in between your comfortable pillows.

"Does that feel good, darling?"

He hears your muffled yes and smirks, hips still pistoning into yours.

"This is what needed to be done, isn't it? A good fuck so you can stop being an annoying little shit, love reminding me about that day, don't you?"

You lift your head, even with glossy eyes you still give him a teasing look, "No es mi culpa que perdieran, pa. Era para Sudamérica no para Europa" you hum, he groans, even if he loves how thick your accent gets on times like this. (not my fault you lost, dude. It was for South America not for Europa)

"You really are a little shit"

He spins you around, holding one of your legs up, kissing your ankle then placing it on his shoulder, reaching deeper inside you, his length and width have you closing your eyes and whining, it hurts so good -an expression you never understood until meeting Jules.

His lips are on yours, he wants to be the one thing you think about, his fingers playing with your bundle of nerves have you squirming around.

You are trembling, your moans are getting higher, nails leaving marks on his back, you bite into his neck, making him groan out and thrust harder.

He looks down at you, so much love in his eyes yet his thrusts are nothing but punishment, hard and fast, his lips are all over you, your breasts, neck, face, hair, one caressing your stomach, calming you down, a sweet kiss on your cheek. You are close, he can tell, he knows everything about you and can recognise the signs.

"Cum for me, darling. Let me feel you around me"

You moan as you reach your extasis, whines leaving your mouth as he continues on fucking you. You can feel him throb inside of you, you caress his back with you nails -something you know he loves, and have him trembling.

He suddenly leaves your insides, taking your hand and dragging you to the edge of the bed, he stands in front of you, your face inches away from his cock as he jerks himself off, a loud moan sounds as he cums on your face and he groans when he sees the look you give him while cleaning yourself off and moaning at his taste.

He cleans you up, and you lay side by side, you cuddling into his chest as he caresses you ans kisses your head.

He smiles down at you "Is that enough to get you to stop playing that goddamm song?"

"Sure, I suppose"

You will just have to start playing 3 estrellas en el conjunto, you guess.

[lyxthen]

Tengo una idea para un fic de narumitsu, la cosa es que solo puedo escribirlo en español porque no tengo idea si esta es una tradición qué exista en los países angloparlantes. Mi idea es que Miles y Phoenix se casaron en un convivio de la escuela (de esos que se organizan para el día del niño o del día del amor y la amistad) (no me había puesto a pensar, pero es una tradición rara) intercambiando anillos de limpiapipas y todo y firmando el documento ese que te dan. Yo me acuerdo que me casé con mi crush de la primaria en uno de esos y es un recuerdo que me da mucha nostalgia, aunque también de tremendo cringe. Lo más gracioso es que se mudó a otro país cuando teníamos once años y a veces me pregunto cómo le va, casi me dan ganas de ir a preguntarle a su mamá porque trabajé con ella en un cortometraje y todavía tengo su contacto (nada que ver con la premisa, pero es una anécdota graciosa).

El chiste es que en algún momento en el presente los weones salen al bar a tomar juntos y Larry dice algo así de que "Edgey no puedes coquetear con nadie está noche no te acuerdas que estás casado con Nick?" y Edgeworth está de que "THAT CONTRACT WAS NOT LEGALLY BINDING LARRY WE WERE NINE"

(<- El contrato en cuestión, de verdad no sé si tengan esto en otros países, pero por lo menos en mi hermoso país natal es de lo más normal)

Pero el plot twist es que Phoenix todavía tiene el MALDITO CONTRATO así que técnicamente, de acuerdo a las cortes del convivio de la escuela primaria número 23 (o como se llame) Phoenix (Fénix?) Wright y Miles Edgeworth están casados, y llevan casados desde los nueve años.

(Also just the fact that I am a thousand times more eloquent in Spanish than I am in English but I digress)

[flan-tasma]

HOLA DE NUEVOOO, cmo andas? q pena ya agarré confianza☹️☹️ pero me acorde de esa bromita q se hacían entre novios donde uno se limpiaba los besos del otro y quería saber como reaccionarian algunillos, nomas pido a tighnari y chongyun, pero si queres agregar a alguno(o quitarlo, no tengo problemas la vrdd!!) por favor y graciasss i lov tu escrituraa

~💖 Con confianza, aquí todos somos amixes 👍🏻

Diosmio- Me tardé más de la cuenta porque no estaba segura si me gustaban los banners o si los cambiaba ;;;; Pero aquí está, finalmente ✨

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

A este hombre no le hace la más mínima gracia, puedo verlo aplanar sus orejas mientras su confusión pasa a molestia.

Se queda con la boca abierta y el ceño fruncido porque no encuentra lo divertido.

Se aleja, resentido, y puedes verlo de mal humor el resto del día cada vez que te ve.

Probablemente en algún momento del día decida ser un adulto y habla contigo acerca de lo que hiciste, pero en el momento se comporta un poco malcriado.

¿Por qué te limpiarías un beso de tu novio? Él jamás haría algo así contigo, entonces no le cabe en la cabeza que lo hagas.

Ambos resuelven las cosas, pero no piensa besarte nuevamente hasta que tú lo hagas primero y dejes las bromas tontas para otro momento.

Otro que está confundido.

Literalmente se queda quieto mientras sigues caminando, lo tomaste por sorpresa de mala manera.

Es un perrito que parece que lo abandonaron en la calle, se ve triste y confundido porque él te quiere mucho y te ama y le cuesta expresar ese amor por la vergüenza, pero lo hizo finalmente y tú le haces esto.

Es una cosita triste hasta que le aclaras que es una broma y que no querías hacerlo sentir mal.

Él entiende, pero no sé queda tranquilo hasta que le des el afecto que quería, luego lo deja pasar.

Pero no lo olvida, jamás lo olvidará, creo que lo usará en algún otro momento cuando ustedes estén bromeando.

Te mira confuso y se molesta, pero no le importa, te besará de nuevo.

Si te quitas ese otro beso, te besará otra vez, y otra vez y otra vez.

Bienvenido a un bucle temporal en el que Nobile te besa cuántas veces sea necesario mientras se queja de que te borras su marca de amor.

Creo que en algún punto, si no lo detienes, él solo te mirará y pensará en si hizo algo que te hizo enojar, pero eso no es razón suficiente para que borres sus besos.

Incluso si le revelas que es una broma, él vuelve a besarte mil veces para asegurarse de que esta vez no te vas a quitar nada.

No entiende los motivos, pero empezarás a escuchar pequeñas gotas de lluvia golpeando la ventana.

Si están en público es peor porque él se queda parado mientras la lluvia lo moja y sus ojos te gritan que expliques por qué pareces rechazar su amor.

Discúlpate lo antes posible y explícale que es una broma. Él dirá que es de mal gusto, pero la lluvia se irá poco a poco.

Ya no te quiere dejar ir, solo piensa en que te parecía gracioso pretender que no querías sus besos y se pone triste otra vez.

Necesita que lo valides y que le recuerdes que lo amas o no podrá dormir bien en un mes.

No entiende por qué es divertido, pero no quiere que lo hagas de nuevo, por favor, no lo hagas de nuevo.

English:

This man is not amused in the slightest, I can see him flatten his ears as his confusion turns to annoyance.

He's left with his mouth open and his brow furrowed because he doesn't find it funny.

He walks away, resentful, and you can see him sulking the rest of the day whenever he sees you.

Probably at some point during the day he decides to be an adult and talks to you about what you did, but at the moment he acts a little bratty.

Why would you wipe away a kiss from your boyfriend? He would never do something like that with you, so he can't imagine you doing it.

You both work things out, but he doesn't plan on kissing you again until you do it first and leave the silly jokes for another time.

Another one who is confused.

He literally stands still as you continue walking, you took him by surprise in a bad way.

He is a little dog who seems to have been abandoned on the street, he looks sad and confused because he loves you very much and loves you, and it is difficult for him to express that love because of his shame, but he finally did it and you do this to him.

He's a sad little thing until you clarify that it's a joke and you didn't want to make him feel bad.

He understands, but he doesn't stay calm until you give him the affection he wanted, then he lets it go.

But he doesn't forget it, he will never forget it, I think he will use it some other time when you guys are joking around.

He looks at you confused and gets upset, but he doesn't care, he will kiss you again.

If you take away that other kiss, he will kiss you again, and again, and again.

Welcome to a time loop in which Childe kisses you as many times as necessary while he complains about you erasing his love mark.

I think at some point, if you don't stop him, he'll just look at you, and he'll think about whether he did something to make you angry, but that's not enough of a reason for him to erase kisses from him.

Even if you reveal to him that it's a joke, he kisses you a thousand times again to make sure you're not going to take anything away this time.

He doesn't understand the reasons, but you will start to hear small raindrops hitting the window.

If you're in public, it's worse because he stands there while the rain soaks him and his eyes scream at you to explain why you seem to reject his love.

Apologize as soon as possible and explain that it is a joke. He will say it is in bad taste, but the rain will go away little by little.

He doesn't want to let you go anymore, he just thinks about how funny you thought it was to pretend that you didn't want his kisses and he gets sad again.

He needs you to validate him and remind him that you love him, or he won't be able to sleep well for a month.

He doesn't understand why it's funny, but he doesn't want you to do it again, please don't do it again.

[11queensupreme11]

So, I'm going to vent here, and because I'm from LATAM/Colombia (¿¡Donde esta mi gente latino!?) I'm going to write in Spanish, so, if you aren't mad queen, just google translate it or tell me to translate it for you later, cause I'm like, kinda drunk (???) Don't really know what I´m doing right now

Sinceramente, odio como la gente viene a tu espacio para quejarse de cosas como "¿tu personaje apoya el feminismo? 🥺"

NO ES TU DEBER, o mejor dicho, nunca supe que cuando alguien escribe era para complacer a todos los lectores y no por aquellos con nuestros mismos gustos

Si es un personaje femenino entonces ¿Cómo apoya el feminismo?

Si es un personaje que puede verse como una metáfora de la comunidad trans ¿Cómo puedes escribir un personaje que puede ser una metáfora que promueve la idea de que los trans son los malos? (¡esto es un caso de un fic real! Con un fic de Teen Wolf donde una omega odiaba la idea de ser omega y quería ser alfa y despreciaba a los omegas por sus prejuicios)

Cuando estas escribiendo no nos sentamos y pensamos: "Oh, ¿Cómo puedo usar mi escritura para promover todos los pensamientos que apoyo pero tal vez no deseo escribir o no conozco lo suficiente para escribir :D?"

Simplemente nos sentamos y escribimos como mejor nos parezca, sea bueno o malo, primero debemos de escribir cosas que deseamos leer y luego corregimos para que la historia tenga un mínimo sentido.

Por supuesto, podemos escribir con la idea de promover cierto tipo de personajes para demostrar que estos suelen salir de los prejuicios que les suelen imponer (la hermosísima Ellen Woods, Theo Putnam, mommy Sophia Burset o POSE de HBO)

¡Pero! eso no significa que los personajes de esas comunidades tienen que pertenecer a "soy tan bueno, fuerte e independiente que no necesito de tu aprobación 🥺"

Son personas y como todas las personas pueden ser buenas o malas, fuertes o débiles, inteligentes o tontas o necesitar apoyo sin que eso hable de un prejuicio en la mente del autor sobre esa comunidad.

Si un hombre cis puede ser el malo sin cualidades redentoras entonces un hombre trans lo puede ser

Si una mujer blanca puede ser una mujer que solo quiere vivir cómodamente mientras su marido la mantiene entonces una mujer o un hombre de cualquier etnia/sexualidad/raza/religión lo puede ser también

O, pueden ir al contrario de estas ideas ¡y todos son personajes validos! Santificarlos solo elimina el hecho de que son humanos

Tu Percy no es mas débil, mas tonta o menos valiente que PJO Percy, solo es una versión de Percy en una situación donde actuó como pensó que era mejor

¿Y si eso fue actuar "UwU don´t hurt me please"?

¡Es valido y no necesariamente porque es mujer!

Todos los personajes son personas y cualquier reacción que tomen es única y no debería ser vista como una representación del grupo que pertenezcan. Pertenecer o no a uno de estos no significa que deba ser un ejemplo para la sociedad y su evolución como comunidad.

Solo son personas viviendo sus vidas y no son menos en cualquier forma por no encajar en lo que en la cabeza de las personas debe ser cierto tipo de personajes o luego solo terminamos con personajes como la protagonista de Means Girls 2

¿Si una chica decide usar su ternura para salvar su vida mientras trata de regresar a su casa? ¡Excelente! En su posición estaría llorando durante varias horas todos los días hasta que Poseidón me mate por ser una molestia.

¿Sabes como se que Percy es un buen personaje?

Porque sus CARACTERISTICAS IMPORTANTES SIGUEN AHI

Sigue siendo amable, sigue siendo valiente pero no una tonta que se arriesga cuando no hay nadie en peligro, sigue peleando con los dioses que la enfadan (Loki y Ares) y sigue siendo Percy solo que en una situación donde pelear no es una opción o que tenga la oportunidad de formar un plan

¿Qué importa si no intenta matar a los dioses o pelea con ellos de forma tonta?

Mi chica no es débil o cobarde.

Es inteligente porque carajo, incluso los peleadores del lado humano no tendrían oportunidad contra varios dioses al mismo tiempo y ellos están en su máximo poder y PERCY ES UNA LITERAL ADOLESCENTE QUE ESTA SOLA EN UN MUNDO DONDE NO CONOCE NADA y en lo personal nada tiene sentido con su lógica casi hentai

(Let´s take a moment to appreciate the tits and those sluttiest outfits, they're feeding us very well)

¿QUIEN ESPERA QUE UNA ADOLESCENTE NO SE EQUIVOQUE? ¿O QUE SEA FUERTE CUANDO TIENE MIEDO? Soy legalmente adulta y todavía le pregunto a mi mama que decirle al medico TT-TT

Juro que Will Graham no sufre este tipo de comentarios cuando dejo de luchar contra la corrupción de Hannibal (he leído muchos fics donde pierde toda su identidad y terminan romantizando todo el asunto)

Queen, don´t worry about your work, you´re amazing. Just keep writing things you like and hopefully acing your finals and being happy

you write better than i do when i'm drunk 🥲

anyway, here's the translation for anyone curious:

dude i genuinely believe that ppl think they'll set the [insert marginalized group here] movement back if they don't write their characters in a certain way 💀

if their character is from any marginalized group (a woman/girl, poc, lgbtq, poor, etc), they gotta make a squeaky clean image of them as if they gotta prove to their readers "yes my character MAY be a woman/gay/poc/etc but they're different than the other ones! see, they're better!!!!"

like for the female characters thing i mentioned before. it's as if they're thinking "women are seen as meek and inferior so i MUST make my female character as masculine as possible so i don't set feminism back!!!! no makeup, no skirts/dresses, no pink, no kindness because they're a naturally beautiful STRONG WOMAN who BEATS PEOPLE UP!" and they end up demonizing feminine characters and other male characters to make their mc seem oh so strong 💀

for lgbtq+, homophobes often demonize them as "dirty and too sexual, not safe for kids!" so people who write lgbtq+ books tend to make their queer stories super bland and lame with the most boring plots ever to prove to people "hey look at my book! it's about a gay couple BUT they're actually very pure! they only hold hands! maybe a smooch or two! none of that icky stuff!! see, we're pure!!!"

thankfully i don't see that as much with mlm stuff anymore, but there's a lot of discourse over how wlw fans tend to harass fanfic authors for writing "impure" wlw fics 💀 even the fans who demand toxic yuri bully and dox writers and artists for making toxic yuri content that's "too toxic" (apparently their idea of "toxic" is an argument with a few raised voices and... not actually real toxic stuff 💀)

some of these people are only making their sanitizing their words to avoid getting harassed, which is understandable because people are INSANELY RUDE to fanfic authors nowadays (and fan artists too!!!).

but other ppl do this cuz they've got some internalized issues that bleed out into their works which is also unfortunate

i honestly missed the days where everyone just made whatever fan content they wanted and nobody ever fucking bullied them off the internet or DOXXED THEM. ppl can't even fucking ship in peace omg 😔