#then those are hard NOs from me

[crxss01]

— I Love You, Miles, But You’re Not Mine.

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ miles doesn't do dating so you have to settle for just being classmates in public and having extra benefits in private.

warnings ✧˖ ° angst, hurt/comfort, cursing, possessive miles, making out, mature themes, miles is bad at feelings and expressing them, cheating (not really, and not on reader: don't do this to people).

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ muñeca: doll, bonito: handsome/pretty boy, nos vemos luego: see you later, mi princesa: my princess.

of course it had been a bad idea.

agreeing to have a no strings attached relationship with miles was the worst decision you had ever made in your life, you said to yourself that you wouldn't fall for him but you were just lying to yourself.

but the worst part was that you didn't regret accepting, even if the situation was breaking your heart little by little. you didn't even try to end it when you realized you were falling for him which was your second mistake.

you remember the first time miles noticed your feelings for him, something you would never forget about. it was four months ago...

your heart aching as you watched miles flirt with some girl from his class. smirking at her in a way that he used to smirk at you when you first met, sweet talking her like he used to sweet talk you, and calling her mami like he called you.

he still did all of those things with you, but it wasn't as usual anymore. everything changed since the first night, miles would only call you when he needed you and would be there if it was the other way around.

miles must have felt you staring because he looked your way and his gaze turned hard, it made shivers run down your spine. with an eye roll he nodded at the janitors closet, making sure that it wasn't obvious for the girl in front of him.

you nodded at him to let him know that you got the message and made your way there, after just standing outside of it to be slick about it you went inside, closing the door behind you and taking a deep breath in.

"don't let this be what i think it is..." you mumbled, closing your eyes.

after a few minutes, miles came in and locked the door. his stare was unreadable and you were scared of that. he definitely knew.

"you and me are not in a relationship." he went straight to the point, stating the obvious.

"okayyy..." you dragged out pretending to be oblivious. "i know that.”

"so why the fuck are you staring at my girl so hard like that, huh?" he asked. "i don't belong to anybody, so don't try that jealousy shit with me."

of all the things he said your brain only focused on two words. "your girl?"

"not yet, but she's pretty cute. my mom has been nagging me about getting a girlfriend so to stop that for a little while, i'll get one." he shrugged.

"what about me?" you asked confused, you didn't really know what your question was. what about not choosing you to pose as his girlfriend or what about the (sort of) relationship you two had? he once said he didn’t do dating so what was this?

unlucky for you, he only answered the first two.

"i don't want one my flings to meet my mom, and we can keep going with this." miles said like it was nothing. "i don't have feelings for that girl i just find her attractive."

the way he called you a fling hurt more than anything, but it was true that was what you were. just a fling, nothing more. it was sick, but it comforted you to know that he didn't have feelings for that other girl.

"okay." you nodded.

"so we clear on those feelings of yours?" he asked, eyes narrowed.

"yes."

"just yes?" he raised an eyebrow.

"yes, bonito."

"good." miles then slammed you against one of the walls of the closet, starting to kiss you. "then let's do what i wanted you here for, muñeca"

...the memory was not a nice one and you wished you could just forget about it, the girl and him weren't even together anymore.

they broke up after three months of dating, but the way he showed her off in public and the way he spoiled her was so real that you had doubts about him not having feelings for her at all. then again if he did had feelings for her he wouldn't have called you every other night to be with you.

you were considering ending it during those months that they were together but it was impossible because the words got stuck in your throat the moment you saw miles so your situation with him stayed the same.

but now you were ready, this would be the last time.

"what are you thinking about?" miles asked as he stood up from your bed, looking for his shirt and pants that now laid somewhere on the floor of your bedroom.

"i want to end this, miles." you said, sitting up and pulling the covers to your bra clad chest.

"mhm?" he hummed, not even turning to you and pulling his pants on.

"i can't do this anymore." you said, your eyes filling with tears.

"why?" he finally turned to you, and his eyes had something that you couldn't put your finger on which was not surprising considering miles was not someone who was easy to read.

"you hurt me, this—" you emphasized, tears cascading down your cheeks. "—this hurts me. you know how i feel about you yet you had made no attempt to end it when you clearly told me that you would end it the moment you noticed any romantic feelings from me."

"i did say that." he confirmed, acting nonchalant.

"then why haven't you? this feelings grow stronger the longer we stay together like this, you also said that." you stood up from the bed, now the tears were from anger more than sadness.

"you were a good lay, i didn't want to leave you 'cause of that."

you didn't know what came over you but you walked over to him and slapped him, hard.

"get out." you said, wiping your tears. you were not about to cry any more for him at least not in front of him.

"alright." miles simply said and grabbed his shirt off the floor along with his shoes, leaving your bedroom through the open window.

"don't ever come back!" you yelled after him and slammed the window shut, locking it.

you threw yourself on your bed, grabbing a pillow and crying into it..

spring break came to an end and you couldn't be more miserable, of course you couldn't be happy (or at least in peace). you just had to see his stupid, arrogant and handsome face at school.

"hey, gorgeous." you smiled, turning to marcos, one of the guys from your class.

"hey, marquitos." you said back.

"you okay? you look a little off." he showed concern.

this is what you appreciated about him even though you hadn't spoke much like you two did before you got involved with miles, marcos still cared for you. he was a sweet boy, rich and a total nerd which got him to get picked on sometimes and one of those times you defended him and after that you had become fast friends but it has been a while since you last spoke to each other.

"i have missed you." he admitted when you didn't answer.

"same." you agreed, in reality you haven't given him much thought. those were occupied with someone else.

"let's hang out this week or weekend, like we used to." he offered.

"absolutely." you agreed again, wanting something to distract you from thinking about miles. "how is that confession coming on?" you asked him when the bell rung and you both started to make your way to class.

"horrible, i don't know how to confess in a way that doesn't sound corny." marcos lamented. "i'm pretty sure she's going to reject me anyway, you know how she is."

"practice on me, i will let you know if it's corny or not." you suggested.

"that's actually a good idea." marcos nodded, excited. he was like a child like that. "maybe during lunch? i kinda don't want the whole class to hear me practicing how to confess to someone."

you laughed at that which also made him laugh as you both walked in through the door to class. your laughter died down the moment your eyes met the pair that belonged to miles, he had a hard look on his face, one you weren't familiar with.

"come on, let's sit together." marcos, pulled you to the two seats table at the far end of the room right next to where miles was sitting.

you did your best to ignore him even though you felt like he stared at you a couple of times but you assumed that was just wishful thinking.

you couldn't even remember the last time you actually had fun in a class, you were really glad that you were back to talking with marco and grateful that you two had all the same classes.

"this question is so stupid, listen.." he went on to read the question but the way he said was so not funny that it made you laugh.

"can you two stop? i'm trying to concentrate." the sudden harsh voice made you jump and you turned in your seat, looking at miles who was glaring at you and marcos.

"sorry, man." marcos apologized. "my bad."

"yeah, your bad." miles scoffed.

marcos put his hands up on defense and looked at you, his eyes showed that he was trying not to laugh and it made you smile.

after the first class all others went the same way with marcos walking with you to class like you two used to and making you laugh your ass off the only exception was that miles wasn't there to tell you both to keep it down since you only had the first class with him.

"no, but like seriously. she actually said that?" marcos asked for the fifth time, sitting next to you in the spot that you both liked to call the f.h.b.b.v.a.o, for the hottest bitches in brooklyn visions academy only. it was located in a deserted area and that's what marcos and you loved about it.

"yeah, she did." you nodded.

"i still can't believe that."

"me neither, but you know what they say." you shrugged.

"gotta expect the unexpected." you said at the same time then let out a chuckle at that.

"so, now that we are here." marcos clapped his hands together. "hear my confession out."

"it better be good." you pointed at him with your fork.

"hey! i have you here for constructive criticism, don't insult it before i even start." marcos defended himself.

"ok, ok." you put your hands up in defense.

"okay, listen." he took a deep breath, collecting himself. "i have liked you for sometime, and i have been meaning to tell you this but you were just so difficult to approach. i like everything you do, the way you laugh, the way you smile, your jokes even though they are terrible—"

"are you trying to confess or push her away?" you stopped him. "do better."

"but how?" marcos groaned, letting his head fall back.

"like this," you straighten up. "i like you and i honestly think you knew that because of the way i look at you," you laughed, yeah maybe he didn't need to add that. "the point is that i was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime?"

"that's perfect!"

"nah, it's really not." miles' voice cut in and you turned your head to the side to throw a glare at the boy.

"what do you want?" you snapped at him.

miles didn't answer instead he took hold of your elbow and pulled you up from where you were sitting, grabbing the back of your neck in his hand and pulling your face closer to his until your lips connected.

for a moment you got lost in the kiss, having missed miles for the rest of the spring break. the taste of his lips was a sweet one, demonstrating false innocence and giving hopefulness to anyone who got a taste of them but you knew better. the mouth might be sweet, but what came out of it was nothing but bitter.

then you snapped out of it and pushed him away, trying to shake your arm out of his grip on it but it was futile. marcos looked back and forth between you and miles with wide eyes.

"let go of me, you have let it be known really clear what i was to you already." you told him.

"leave." miles told your friend. "now." he added when marcos didn't attempt to move.

"it's okay, marquitos." you assured him. "you can go."

the boy looked skeptical but he nodded and left, leaving you alone with miles.

"so what do you want?" you asked him. "came to repeat what you said?"

"i know what i said, mami." his eyes now revealed guilt a look you have only seen once before, after he had cursed out his best friend ganke when the boy had found you in a compromising position in their dorm. "and i'm sorry, i really do. i have just been overwhelmed with this feelings and i didn't know what to do."

"what feelings? the ones you had when you told me i was just a good lay?"

"no, i.." miles sighed. "i regret saying that more than anything, i just don't know how to handle what i feel for you. i even got that fake girlfriend to see if i could forget about you, but it was impossible and she could see through me and immediately knew i was just trying to get over someone but she was also doing the same so she didn't say anything. you are on my mind twenty four/seven, when i see a couple all i think about is how we would look like in their place. when i see you smile, i think that you are the most beautiful girl in this world. when i hear you laugh, i think that it is the most beautiful sound in this earth. when i see you too close with someone else, i think about how i should be in their place. when i'm not with you, i long to be with you. when we argued and i saw those tears running down your face it felt like the whole world was coming down and that it was my fault, i felt like i didn't deserve you. you are too good for me so i pushed you away."

through the whole speech you stood there quietly, your brain processing every single word he just said. the confession was like something out of a movie and so not what you expected, miles morales opened up to you and you still couldn't believe it.

the fact that the fake ex girlfriend knew of his situation with you baffled you, all this time you had felt horrible for being the side piece but she had been aware and had been okay with it.

"but i kept thinking about the last thing so much that i spoke to my mom about it. she told me that the only way i wouldn't deserve you is if i don't admit the way i wronged you and apologized for it because according to her i deserve the world. and in my books, you are the world." miles let go of your elbow and grabbed your face in his hands. "can you give me a chance? i would do anything for you to forgive me."

"i didn't deserve that." you finally spoke up.

your emotions were all over the place, you felt excitement, anger, sadness, and fear. scared of what you might decide if he kept insisting about you two being together.

"i know, and i'm willing to wait for you. what i feel for you is something i have never felt for anyone and if you take forever deciding if you want to give me a chance then i will wait for you forever." miles wiped a tear that escaped you eye away with his thumb. "i never want to see you cry for me again."

"yeah, i need time." you nodded. "i can't do this right now." you said, you weren't in your right mind to answer his question. your thoughts were plagued with what he said to you that night, but the confession was making you consider. "just give me this week to think, and it will be better if you keep your distance."

"alright, i can do that." miles nodded, then looked deep in thought before speaking again. "so what was that between you and marquitos?" he said the nickname with disgust.

"don't start," you glared at him, your face still in his hands. "i was just teaching him how to confess properly."

"mmh." he hummed, then moved on of his hands to place a kiss on your cheek. "talk to you next monday then?"

"yeah," you nodded.

"just yeah?" he raised an eyebrow.

"don't push it."

miles smiled and it surprised you since it wasn't a smirk. his smiles were rare and they were mostly reserved for his mom, you knew that because sometimes she would call when he was with you and he answered with a smile on his face each time, so it being directed to you had you feeling butterflies for him all over again.

"nos vemos luego, muñeca." he placed one final kiss on your cheek before walking away.

you watched him go and noticed how there was a little hop to his steps which made you smile, a hand coming up to touch your cheek where he had kissed you.

this type of affection was unusual from him, he only ever kissed your lips never anywhere else. it made your smile even bigger, your decision had been made the moment he kissed your cheek, but you still wanted time in case you changed your mind.

the days went by quickly and suddenly it was monday again. you were nervous because what if you approached miles and he didn't want anything with you anymore? maybe you should wait for him to approach you?

"just go to him." marcos told you, the boy had demanded to know everything between you and miles after your encounter in front of him.

"but what if he laughs right on my face and says it was all a big joke? you do know he doesn't do dates and stuff." you reminded marcos.

"didn't he date that one girl from his class?" marcos asked, he clearly knew the answer to that question.

"that was different, he said that it was—" you stopped talking, remembering the real reason.

"exactly. it was all to forget you but look at that, he couldn't and wants you so..." he pointed across the cafeteria to where miles was sitting, airpods in and doing something on a notebook, probably sketching.

"no." you shook your head. "i can't do this." your head came down on the table, forehead hitting it way too hard and you immediately picked your head back up holding onto your forehead. "ouch, that hurts."

"good, crazy ass." marcos shook his head and pushed his seat back. "i'll fix this thing."

"how?"

your eyes widened when you saw your friend making his way to the table where miles was, you wanted nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow you whole. what is this boy thinking?

the two of them exchanged a few words and marcos pointed at you making miles turn his head in your direction and you waved awkwardly, maybe you should get this done now.

miles nodded at whatever marcos told him, picking his stuff up and standing, making his way to you.

"hey, mi princesa." he said, taking a seat next to you.

marcos gave you a thumbs up and sat on the table where miles had been.

"hey," you said back. "so, obviously i made a decision."

"what did you decide?" his eyes looked hopeful and you were so glad he had dropped that cold front he always put in-front of everyone, his unreadable eyes were not unreadable anymore at least not to you.

"i want to give a relationship with you a try." you spoke after a moment. "but i want to take things slow, like maybe get to know you more. i realized that i don't really know a lot about your personal life."

"of course, anything you want. i'll tell you everything." the smile on his face was enough to lighten up your day, a matching one making its way onto your face. "so how about we go on a date after school?"

"we don't have permission to go out." you told him.

"then we escape, i just want to have a nice afternoon with my girl. they can't punish us for that." he shrugged.

you laughed, you should've expected that offer. "of course."

"is it too early to kiss you?"

"not on the first date." you shook your head putting on a fake serious face. "maybe on the twentieth one."

"i'll wait for the hundredth one if necessary."

you smiled softly, you loved how much effort he was putting into this even though he had never had a serious relationship before.

"i can kiss your cheek though, right?"

you bursted out laughing and he took that opportunity to grab you and leave multiple kissed on your cheek.

"i like you so much..." he said as he continued to attack your cheek.

"i like you a lot too." you said back, trying to push him away even though you actually didn't want the moment to end.

"not more than i do." he argued, placing his forehead on top of your own.

"i fell first, though. so i think i like you more."

"you did fall first, but i fell harder so i win.”

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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

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I am back in my arthur leclerc x reader and found out o read everytjinf. Can you maybe do a SMAU one where he is building up to propose and finaly does it.

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Arthur leclerc x fem! reader

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User666: I wish i had what rhey have

User78: kika what so you know what we don't

User144: when is it my turn?????

User990: highway looks so pretty tonighht

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Youruser: never thought i would be jealous of a horse

Lorenzoleclerc: did he tell you that the last time we went riding he fell?

Youruser: NO HE DIDN'T

Arthurleclerc: really you had to say it. From Charles i expect. But you

Youruser: please tell me someone has pictures

Pascaleleclerc: i sent you

Arthurleclerc: MAMANNN???

Uswr891: HAHAHAHAHAH

User789: share those pics please

Arthurleclerc: I only have eyes for you🩷 the horse just wanted a quick little kiss.

Youruser: i wanted a quick little kiss. But you dissapeared out of nowhere.

Arthurleclerc: Sorry, had to do something real quick.

User9991: trouble in paradise?

Youruser: no, just trouble with a horse

Kikahomes: how dare he when he has a goddes infront of him

User67: i can be a horse

User24: 🐎🐴

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Arthurleclerc: just a normal boat trip with the love of my life⛵️⛵️

Charlesleclerc: you better not drop it

Arthur: CHARLESS NOT PUBLC

Charlesleclerc: oh shit

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User891: did someone see Charles comment

User929: are we gettinf a proposal

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Arthurleclerc: SHE SAID YESSS

Youruser: cal me mrs leclerc

Arthurleclerc: I love you and i cant waite to spend the rest of my life with you

Youruser: I love you so much more

Arthurleclerc: not posible

Pascaleleclerc: Congratulations to you. You have grown up so much. My little boy is getting married

Arthurleclerc: I am not little anymore. I am taller then charles

Pascaleleclerc: you always be my little boy

Dennishauger: Congratulations my friend

Arthurleclerc: just now you are responcible for my bachelor, because Charles and lorenzo are boring

Dennishauger: thank you. It will be great

Lorenzoleclerc: Congrats turtur💕🩷.

Clementnovalak: A WEDDING🎉🎉🎉💕💕😍🥵🏖🏝🏞😏🌅

User881: Okay clement, what does that mean

Clementnovalak: congratulating arthur and yn

Arthurleclerc: Merci cle

Alexandramleux: sisters in law

Youruser: SISTERS IN LAW

Charlesleclerc: he didn't chicken out

Arthurleclerc: shut up or i tell your wife about hoe you wanted to propose before my beautiful idea

Charlesleclerc: lets not go that way

Alexandramleux: now i am curieus cha, tell me

Charlesleclerc: dont think you would have said yes

Uswr891: Omg a proposal.

User929: I CALLED IT

Youruser: i started crying again

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Youruser: I SAID YES

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[onyourmarkks]

i <3 big noses (L.Jn)

pairing: fem!reader Bf!jeno

sexual content!!

You’re currently enjoying your pasta dinner on the island sitting across from your, oh so handsome boyfriend. 

his features more prominent under the kitchen light, making you not able to look away from him, just the real thought of kissing those big pink lips, and having those big muscles hold your thighs down while yo-

 “is there sauce on my face or…?” he asks wiping his mouth

you immediately come to your senses, you were staring at him the entire time, engulfed in your perverted thoughts, your hand flies to cover your mouth out of embarrassment, “n-no no, it’s not you, i was just so deep in thought!!” you try to lie, “yeah? what were you thinking about?” he puts his fork down and leans on his elbows to place all his attention on you. 

you felt like you were in the hot seat, “just thinking about what i’m making for lunch tomorrow, you know” you nod, trying to sell the lie, he chuckles at your blant lie but he plays along. 

“what are you doing after this?” he asks, picking up his bowl walking to the sink, behind your back, “um probably a shower and then right to bed.” you answer putting some pasta in your mouth, “ride my face tonight” he says bracing his back against the sink, you immediately erupt in a fit of coughs and jeno gets concerned patting your back “oh god are you okay?” he asks concerned, you come down from your coughing fit trying to give him an answer. “yeah i can fit it in my very very busy schedule tonight” 

jeno giggled “i’m glad you can make time for me” 

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you finished your shower and walked into your shared bedroom, jeno was sitting on the bed on his phone in a white t-shirt and black sweats, you ultimately wanted to bite your fists because he looked so hot. 

“come here” he said patting his lap, you shook your head “let me get dressed first” which was a stupid excuse “you’re literally gonna end up naked what’s the point?” he laughed at you, making you feel more embarrassed for your lie. 

even though you wanted it, being with him made you undeniably nervous. 

you dropped your towel and walked towards him, straddling his lap, letting your hands fall over his shoulders and eventually make their way into his hair, you could feel him get hard under you which made you immediately get wet. 

“so fuckin pretty..” he says admiring you before placing his lips on yours in a sensual kiss, you were burning up on the inside, his big veiny hands made their way to your sides to rub and eventually move down and grope your ass which made you moan into his mouth allowing him to move his tongue inside. 

you two continue on like this, basically dry humping eachother to no ends, until jeno leans back on the bed and ushers you upwards “sit on my face” he prompts you, “are you sure? is this even safe?” you question him placing both your knees on the side of his head, “i’ll be fine okay? and even if i suffocate like this, trust me i’ll be more than happy.” he says with a straight face making you giggle “okay hehe” you say lowering yourself down 

not exactly allowing all your weight onto his face, but jeno notices it and pulls you flush down onto his face 

his big nose hitting your clit as he eats you out like no tomorrow, this angle allows you to feel every thing. jeno is below you eating like a absolute mad man, which is driving you nuts, you grind down onto his nose adding to your pleasure while he basically tongue fucks you. 

“j-jeno… fuck” you moan his name repeatedly, you felt him hum against you, he eventually moves you to where your clit is flat against his tongue and he urges you to rut against his hot mouth. 

this was enough to send you over the edge 

“jeno… oh my god i’m coming” you announce to him as you literally let everything go on his tongue. you eventually ride out your high on his face, more like his nose. you move off of him so he can get up 

“so… how was it?” he was awaiting a review, mouth, chin, and nose glistening in your cum, “i love your nose. so much” you breathe out and a blush spreads across his face, “well if you love my nose… i know what else you’ll love..” he says toying at the band of his boxers, making you giggle.

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eeeek my third post!!! let me know some feed back, also thank you guys for liking my jisung story!!! please send requests and let me know what i can do better!!!

[bareee]

Yal special and get another vote!(24hrs)

Also for those who actually read these things, the first person to guess what song he’s whistling can request a drawing of a companion of their choice doin whatever for me to draw for funzies.(This includes if someone from tumblr gets it first,and no nsfw for this one,no nos)

Immmmm aliiive! I swearrrr, dyin just a little now XD normal life kickin the door down as usually again but at least the hard parts done.

Gale gets another choice just cause I didnt feel like making them borin’ part 1 and then part 2, so i split it and let yal choose what he wants to focus on. Woooo

[onlyonetifosi]

2 part to: The engineer

It was a sunny morning in Monaco, and Yn Leclerc sat at the breakfast table with her family. Her mother, Pascale, had just finished serving them a delicious meal, and now they were engaging in light conversation before Yn's graduation ceremony.

"Je suis tellement fière de toi, ma chérie," Pascale said, placing a hand on Yn's arm. "You've worked so hard for this day."

Yn smiled gratefully at her mother. "Merci, Maman. I couldn't have done it without your support."

Her brothers, Lorenzo, Charles, and Arthur, nodded in agreement. They knew how dedicated Yn had been throughout her engineering studies, juggling her academic responsibilities and her part-time job.

Lorenzo spoke up, his voice filled with admiration. "Yn, tu es vraiment la plus intelligente d'entre nous. We're lucky to have you as our sister."

Yn's heart warmed at her brothers' words. She had always been proud of their achievements in motorsports, but sometimes, she couldn't help feeling a pang of insecurity. Being the only sibling pursuing higher education, she had often felt left out of their racing world.

"Merci, Lorenzo," Yn replied, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I'm proud of all of you too, but sometimes I wish I could have been a part of the racing journey as well."

Charles, who had become an established Formula 1 driver, reached across the table and grasped Yn's hand. "Yn, we love and support you in everything you do. Racing might be our passion, but we know how hard you've worked for your degree."

Arthur chimed in, his tone sincere. "Exactly! We wouldn't be where we are without your unwavering support and encouragement. You're an integral part of our success."

Yn's eyes welled up with tears, and she squeezed Charles and Arthur's hands. "Thank you, both of you. I'm so lucky to have such amazing brothers."

Pascale, ever the nurturing mother, rose from her seat. "Enough of the mushy talk, mes enfants! We have a graduation to prepare for."

The family spent the next few hours together, helping Yn get ready for her big day. Pascale, a talented hairdresser, skillfully styled Yn's hair, creating an elegant updo. She then applied subtle makeup to enhance Yn's natural beauty.

As Yn looked at herself in the mirror, she felt a sense of confidence radiating from within. She was ready to face the world, armed with her education and the unwavering support of her family.

The graduation ceremony took place in a grand auditorium, with friends, faculty, and fellow students gathered to celebrate their achievements.

"Y/N Leclerc, s'il vous plaît, venez sur scène" Y/N's name was called, a sense of accomplishment washed over her. She gracefully walked across the stage, accepting her degree with honors from her professor, Madame Moreau. The audience erupted in applause, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards her family, especially her late father, who had instilled in her a passion for knowledge.

Y/N took a deep breath and made her way to the stage. Applause filled the room as she accepted her diploma with a radiant smile. In that moment, all her hard work and sacrifices felt worth it.

After the graduates received their diplomas, Y/N was invited to give a speech on behalf of her class. Standing at the podium, she felt a surge of confidence.

"Mesdames et messieurs, aujourd'hui, nous célébrons nos réalisations en tant qu'ingénieurs. Je tiens à remercier ma famille pour leur amour et leur soutien sans faille. Nous sommes tous ici grâce aux sacrifices de ceux qui nous ont précédé. En premier lieu, je tiens à remercier ma famille pour m'avoir soutenue tout au long de ce parcours. Votre amour inconditionnel m'a donné la force de poursuivre mes rêves. Aujourd'hui, je suis fière de dire que j'ai obtenu mon diplôme d'ingénieur avec mention." (Ladies and gentlemen, today we celebrate our achievements as engineers. I would like to thank my family for their unwavering love and support. We are all here because of the sacrifices of those who came before us. First I would like to thank my family for supporting me throughout this journey. Your unconditional love has given me the strength to pursue my dreams. Today, I am proud to say that I have graduated with honors as an engineer)

Her voice resonated through the auditorium, carrying her message of gratitude and determination. She acknowledged the challenges they had overcome and the dreams they now pursued.

"Nous sommes la preuve vivante que peu importe d'où nous venons, nous pouvons atteindre nos objectifs avec passion et détermination. Ne laissez jamais les obstacles vous décourager, et souvenez-vous que vous n'êtes jamais seuls. Aujourd'hui, nous sommes ici ensemble, en tant qu'une famille d'ingénieurs" (We are living proof that no matter where we come from, we can achieve our goals with passion and determination. Never let obstacles get in the way of you, and remember that you are never alone. Today, we are here together, as a family of engineers)

As Y/N concluded her speech, the room erupted into applause. The pride on her family's faces was immeasurable. Y/N had not only graduated with honors, but she had also inspired her peers.

Her family erupted into applause, their cheers blending with the thunderous applause of the crowd. Yn could see familiar faces in the audience, including some F1 drivers who had become friends with the little Leclerc because of Charles such as Max Verstappen, with his signature grin lighting up his face, stood up and clapped enthusiastically, Lando Norris and Pierre Gasly joined in the applause, their support evident.

Yn's heart swelled with gratitude. She had found her place, not on the racetrack but among these incredible individuals who recognized her dedication and achievements.

After the ceremony, the Leclerc family gathered for a joyous celebration. Laughter filled the air as they toasted to Yn's success. The F1 drivers joined in, sharing stories and lighthearted banter.

"Merci d'être toujours là pour moi. Je vous aime tous. (Thank you for always being there for me. I love you all)” yn said raising her glass, and the room was filled with cheers, laughter, and heartfelt conversations.

As the evening wore on, Yn found herself in a quiet corner of the room, reflecting on the day's events. She could feel her father's presence with them, despite his absence. He had instilled in them the values of love, unity, and unwavering support.

Charles approached Yn, a soft smile gracing his face. "You did it, Yn. Dad would have been so proud."

Yn nodded, tears of happiness brimming in her eyes. "I know, Charles. Today, I felt his love surrounding us."

The Leclerc siblings shared a warm embrace, a moment of connection and understanding that surpassed words. In that moment, they knew that their father's spirit lived on within each of them, binding them together through their shared experiences and unwavering support.

And so, the Leclerc family celebrated into the night, cherishing the triumphs, overcoming the challenges, and reaffirming their unbreakable bond. Together, they stood as a testament to the power of love, support, and the pursuit of dreams.

[2024-grimoire-challenge]

January week 5

We're gonna start this week with some broad ideas that are going to make us think. Take a look not only at what you practice and how you practice, but the why behind those things. What are the rules and philosophies that you follow?

Monday - Rules

Introspection/ lab notebook -what are the ground rules you set for yourself in your practice? Put these in your lab notebook, as these may grow and change with your practice through the years. What are the hard nos you have in your life and practice, things you absolutely won’t do spiritually or magically? What are the things you do every time you practice, the “have to” dos? Setting yourself these rules and having them written or even just said out loud can help you understand yourself. Once you have them down, think about the why behind each one.

Journal- think back about what got you into your practice in the beginning. What was it? What is the how and why? What were the reasons you got into witchcraft in the first place.

Tuesday - Morals and Values

Lab notebook - think along the lines of the seven deadly sins and the nine noble virtues. Do you hold stock in any set of moral standpoints or pillars within your craft? What are there? Where did you learn about them? How do you go about navigating them and handling them? A great deal can be learned from understanding oneself.

Study - Pick another herb off your list and study all you can about it! Magical, mundane, medicinal, history, culinary uses, myths and legends, everything you can!

Wednesday - Doing The Work

Lab notebook/ practical- do a spell! Find one or make one and outline it in your lab notebook. What will you use? When and where will you do it? What will you actually do? Why will you do it? How will you do? Once it is outlined, do it! Then take notes on how it went and what needs to change, if anything, to make it better!

Study - Like before, pick a gem and study everything possible about it!

Thursday - Philosophies

Study - what’s one thing in witchcraft you’ve always wanted to learn? Whatever it is make a page for it! Be it scrying or cursing or protection magic or sigils. Whatever it is, study up on it! Add the notes to a notebook or your lab notebook!

Introspection/ Journal - What ideals do you stand for when it comes to your craft? Personally, my practice both spiritual and witchcraft related, pertain almost entirely to balance. What ideas or places do you draw inspiration from?

Introspection/ journal - what are three goals you have to work on in your practice this year? Journal about them now. How will you do it? What steps will you take to achieve these goals?

Friday

Catch up day- use this day to catch up on any work you’ve not gotten done so far this year.

Design- design a new page for your book! Add stickers, colors, pictures, leaves, flowers, cards, anything!! Whatever style your grimoire is, let it show! Be creative!

Ah! Another week down! There’ll be more bonus prompts in the coming weeks. I hope everyone is enjoying the posts and the challenge and again feel free to tag, message or inbox me at any time! I’ll reply as fast as I am able and am enjoying the feedback I’ve gotten so far!

Good luck and happy crafting witches!

-Mod Hazel

[ummmmmrio]

ugh this is my first like, dedicated icky blog nd i rlly wanna meet some cool mutuals!!

this is a sideblog so i cnt follow from here srry

im ftm, 5'3, 111lbs and submissive :>

i dont have boobs :< butt iv got 3 hole u can put 2 use 😘

idc what u call me, Rio, Doll, She, He, It, Hole js dont order me around unless ur my daddy >:3

i got a boob reduction then lost hella weight and im flat asf now, tbh i luvvvvv it

im 19 :3 and bi

my kinks:

somno, praise, age gaps, knife play, blood play, r@pe play, teacher/student, daddy, intoxxxxx

im not into but idc if u are:

feet, piss, whatever harmless idc

hard nos:

idk send me some disgusting, gross, perverted asks and ill build a list

enjoy scrolling my blog nd feel free 2 rb/send asks/dm :3

if all ur gunna say is hi or sum shit i probly wont respond, i get too many of those srryyyy just b interesting 2 talk 2 😘

[cowederevived]

NEW WISHLIST FOR A NEW (kinda) BLOG

Hello its me cowede, here to tell you what to send me and not send me. (for clarity this is an ai art blog) Characters : Danganronpa char mostly, you can ask for other series but i wont promise to do them. favorites are more apreciated but not obligated. favorite girls : kaede, junko, miu, angie, kirumi, chiaki, mikan, aoi, akane, chisa favorite boys : shuichi, chihiro, kokichi Universes / other series : WIP What to ask for : more or less anything is welcome, from wholesome, to soft nsfw, to funky shenanigans, the more precise and less vague you are about what you want, the more it actually helps me (and it helps me a LOT) stuff like clothes, expression, overall energie, curves, body figure are super important (way more than context or story)

Alternate version of canon characters, like different hair color or curves / hairstyle, are welcome. heck for those that dont know, i sometime go in tangeants about how angie is secretely a eldritch lust godess that can bend reality and sometime go on tangeant to fuck planet and universes because shes "barely" horny. also catichi. stuff like robo girls, monster girls and stuff are perfectly fine No oc currently not making fangan characters. What to NOT do : Heres a few NO NOS, that will mostly get ignored. or ill respond to them with sas and anger -If an ask comes down to "x char but bigger / smaller" or you can super easily find it on r34 because its the most basic shit ever, like x char in a swimsuit and thats it, I prob wont do it, no need to be ultra creative to be interesting, but do a minimum effort -hard nsfw, full nudity and anything with a p*nis, its litteraly the reason i made this new blog and got banned. Sometime i will do an hard nsfw and post it on r34 but dont just spam for nsfw asks because i prefer to be able to post them -No multiple character / multiple ask in one ask. You have multiple ideas ? do multiple ask, and I will mostly do 1 char per picture because multi char is always complicated and annoying to do. Anyway if you do those, futa angie (the canon angie lets face it) will steal and fuck all ur loves one. And if u want some you WONT get it. EDIT : Added a list of characters im interested in getting asks about, can / cant do. Note its not about how much I like the chars (for some)

[v3nusxsky]

Hey!! I have a Lady Lesso request ❤️

Female reader and Lady Lesso have an exclusive D/s relationship. Reader is her submissive, not her gf and etc

Reader has feelings for her, but doesn’t talk about it cuz she’s too afraid to lose what she already has with Lesso

But something happened with reader (you choose, it can be the death of a family member/friend, depression etc), Lady Lesso notices there’s something wrong with reader and confortes her and makes reader feel cared for and better

Basically a mix between smut (BDSM obviously), angst and fluff LMAO

Also, if you’re willing to can you make it LONG? I really love your writing ❤️

Complicated| mixed

*Authors note~ gosh my requests are really clocking up rn so I'm doing my best to get through them guys! I'm so sorry it's taken so long really the next few months are hella hectic for me. Kinda changed it slightly to g!p but you could imagine it as an enchanted strap*

Trigger warnings~ dom/sub non romantic, g!p lesso 🤭 r has depression triggered by family abuse as a kid sh daddy leo praise degradation punishments, free use r somnophillia mentioned voice kink, bondage

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Bumping into Leonora at the cafe was the most unexpected yet magical thing you have ever experienced in this dull life. Something about the woman had you captivated, and no it wasn't just her extraordinary success in the legal word. Safe to say you caught her attention too, that's how she ended up slipping you her business card with two words scrawled beautifully across it, "call me" you weren't going to do it, after all it could've been a joke or perhaps you had imagined it all but the card sat in your wallet like a glowing reminder. She'd instructed you to call her and life seemed to push you towards doing so which is how you found yourself entering this agreement.

One small call ended up with you signing a contract with all the contents of being her submissive. Life had to be messing with you now, but then again it was about time you got something good in your life right? Leonora made it very clear that you could end the contract at any point like she could, strictly sex and nothing else but after care would always be given. She asked for details on your limits and hard nos she instructed you to choose a safe word and ensured you would want for nothing as her submissive and all you had to do was be at her beck and call. Easy right?

It was for the first six months, in those months you looked forward to the calls and texts from your dominant. Most of the time she sent a driver to come and bring you to her office, on the rare occasion you were called to her mansion where she would already be waiting in her play room, selecting out the toys she wished to use. Most of your punishments were carried out here as it was more of a practical clean up. You quickly learned that once after care was complete you were sent on your way, marked, sore and left with the beautiful memories of your time with her.

Some of your favourite encounters with her was the very very rare occasion you passed out in her bed and woke up to her girthy dick sheathed into your soaking cunt. Cock warming her until she was ready to use you again. Truly you were nothing more than her pretty little whore to use whenever she saw fit and that was something you'd began to like probably more than you should. Like wouldn't be the correct wording of course, you found yourself catching feelings for the red head but out of fear of losing the daddy dominant submissive relationship you have you decided it would be best to keep quiet. After all having her like this was better than not ever having her again. The idea of losing Leonora made your heart clench painfully.

You were a fairly good submissive really, only earning a few punishments here and there when you saw how stressed she was knowing it would help her relax, her favourite form of punishment was to edge you while you sat pretty of her dick warning it up for her to roughly fuck your throat until your make up trailed down your cheeks leaving you a needy mess in which she may even throw you over her lap and spank your pretty ass till it's all red. And yet you took it al like the good girl you are for her.

Leonora didn't truly realise her own feelings for you until she called for you and you never came. The disappointment and worry sat in her stomach like a rock leaving her more agitated as the hours trickled on. How could you not answer when she had summons you to! That went against the rules and the contract. You'd never broken a rule like this since the beginning, sure you could be a brat sometimes, but nothing unmanageable, truly you loved being her good girl so none of this made any form of sense to her now. Immediately, her mind jumped to the worst conclusions and that's where she decided being the head of her own firm got her privileges of her own, so she picked up what she needed and immediately set out to find you, first stop your apartment.

Leonora is a creature of habit, so it's to no ones surprise that she's had the same driver for years so he was absolutely use to ignoring what happened in the back of the car. Despite that he couldn't ignore the worried state of the normally stoic woman. "Ma'am? Are you alright?" He tentatively wondered out loud but was quickly met with the slamming of the divider in a response. Clearly Leonora wasn't in the mood for talking.

The car hardly came to a stop before the angry redhead was out and racing to the doors to find you. She wasn't exactly expecting to see your apartment absolutely trashed to high hell, which seemed very unlike what she had imagined, not only that there was shards of glass and some held a dried crimson tint. Immediately she began to panic and call for you, your submissive title, your name and even a love or darling may have slipped from her lips.

Finding you was the worst moment in her entire existence. Laid on your bed your arm littered in fresh bleeding cuts as you drifted in and out of consciousness. You skin seemed paler than before your hair knotted and tangled, the baggy shirt seemingly falling off your frame. How on earth could she have missed this?!

"Y/n?, my love please wake up darling" she demanded coming to apply pressure to the self inflicted wounds, wincing at your blood now staining her hands. "Let me go" you weakly mumbled trying to turn away from her. "No! Y/n ad your daddy I won't let you go! You're mine!" She all but snarled using her playing voice which seemed to trigger an innate response in your mind. "Leonora" you gasped in shock trying to rush to sit up, eyes darting around your depression room, "It's normally tidy I swear! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry daddy give me five minutes and I'll be ready for you!" You mumbled trying to stand up despite the wave of dizziness and her hands applying pressure to the wounds. "We aren't going to play right now darling, sit."

You sat back down, her tone leaving no room for arguments but her eyes somehow seeming softer than you've ever seen before. "Now, while I clean and bandage these, darling I demand you tell me what's been going on." You did as you were told of course, starting from the very beginning of your rough childhood and right up to the present day where you explained you'd been triggered off by a family visit, one of which they took great pride of telling you how worthless and unlovable you are. Hell one of your brothers even told you, "to earn money you may as well stand on the corner of the street, don't forget a bag over your face though otherwise no one will wanna touch you." You remember how they made you feel like you don't fit in there, like no matter how hard you try you just don't belong in their fancy world.

Leonora made sure you lived comfortably as per the contact so to hear such horrid words about the clothes and things she brought you just to see a small smile on her submissive before railing you into next week hurt. Leonora finished her work, satisfied they were properly taken care of before somehow producing the contract from her blazer pocket. "You see this darling?" She asked gaining your attention before tearing it apart. "Gone. No rules to stop me saying this. I love you Y/n truly I think I always have since that day in the cafe, I just wasn't ready to admit that I loved someone so beautiful. I'm setting you free Y/n to follow your heart, but never forget how I will always love you darling."

She loved you? Crazy. Insane. Unrealistic. But true. And by the way you slammed your lips onto her own she could tell that you love her too. So there was no need for contracts of deals when you both held love for each other. She could dote on you, spoil you, cuddle you and make love to you. You'd never feel this level of pain again, not on her watch. Your happiness will always come first. And she silently promised herself that she'd never leave you this long to check on you. Pulling away from your lips she moved to kiss each area of your bandaged arm, "you my darling girl, are so loved and worthy and I never want to see you hurting. Next time you come to daddy okay? I can help you my sweet girl."

It would take some time to navigate this new dimension to your relationship but none either one of you'd ever regret. Leonora was happy to take on you as her lover and her submissive and you soon found out you liked every side of the red head. The daddy dominant, the gentle lover and most of all your kickass lawyer of a soulmate. Life would finally look up for you and you couldn't wait.

Word count~ 1759

[didishawn]

More Ferran Torres smut pls🥺 one where you are trying to be quiet bc his teammates are in the next room he asks u to be louder you don’t listen so he makes u moan louder by having you really rough and his teammates hear and tease both of you when y’all come out - sorry it’s a long request love u btw💙

On the other side of the wall (Ferran x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, some Spanish

Masterlist

"¿No deberíamos ir a decirles que podemos escucharlos?" Gavi asks Pedri, the older midfielder just shakes his head. (shouldn't we go tell them we can hear them?)

"Que va, déjalos, ni que eso fuera a detener al hijo de puta" (no, let them be, it's not as if it would stop that son of a bitch)

The bed frame hits hard against the wall, and does matter how much you beg your boyfriend to go slower, not as hard as to not be found out, he can't listen to your pleads, mundo to gone off because of the pleasure being inside you gives him.

His hips are hard and fast, bitting unto your neck but not even that can quitten his groans as he is balls deep inside you, it all feels so good, the sound of your moans music to his ears even if you try to keep them in, nails digging into his back, tearing the skin as he moves you however he likes it.

"Come on, love, you can be as loud as you want, I bet those assholes couldn't care less, getting to listen to your sounds as I fuck you so well must be a blessing for them"

You shake your head, biting into your lower lip so hard blood might come out, the sound of skin slapping so loud, you fear the bed breaking honestly, he is so big, do strong, makes you so full of him, finger delicate playing with your clit, the other hand grasping your ass, marking the flesh, he wants to make sure you are in heaven, like he is whenever he is inside you.

His tongue licks your neck, a moan coming out of you, whimpering when he bites, neck already fill of marks, he wants to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.

His cock makes you feel so full, he is in so deep, tip against that special spot that has you trebling around him, his own hips stuttering, you know he is close, so are you, his balls tightening, his shoulders tense.

"Let them hear your noises as you cum for me"

He might be so sensitive, your walls literally milking him out from everything he is worth, but that doesn't stop him, he doesn't dare to cum ultil you tighten around him, a magnific moan being taken out from you -the thoughts of his teammates next for being forgotten for a minute-small whimpers with his last thrusts, painting your walls white from deep inside you.

You are both left as panting messes, he rests on top of you, sweating skins sticking together until his hips once again picking up that sweet, devilish rhythm he knows you live so much.

The show goes on ultil eargky hours of the night, both so exhausted as your meet the others downstairs for breakfast.

Gavi doesn't meet your eye, Pedri has a naughty look on his eye, you raise an eyebrow at both of them, your boyfriend already knows.

"Larga noche, ¿no?" the Canarian asks, you pretend innocence. (long night, right?)

You hum "No entiendo que quieres decir con eso" (I don't understand what you mean by that)

He too hums, looking down to his food, yet you can feel his amusement as he speaks "Solo que tú y tu noviecito nos han hecho quedarnos despiertos toda la noche con el sonido de su sesión de follar. Sabes, Estoy seguro de que conmigo sería todo incluso más ruidoso" (just that you and your little boyfriend have kept us awake the whole night with the sounds of your fucking session. You know, with me everything would have been so much louder)

You face is as red as Gavi's when he speaks this words, your boyfriend letting out a dry laugh.

"Lo que tú digas, Pepi" (whatever you say, Pepi)

"No me creas sino quieres, pero ella sabe que digo la verdad" (don't believe me if you want, but she knows I speak the truth)

There is tension on the air, and you somehow are sure, this topic doesn't end up here.

You bet the two of them -three if Gavi is up to the task- could get down to the noisiest, nastiest sex to ever be.

But that is something for another day, as of now, you can't feel your legs and you swear Ferran's cum is going down your legs.

He must notice, because he winks at you.

That fucker.

[orchidbreezefc]

thinking about the book of life. thinking about the original songs in the book of life and how they were translated in the spanish dub

well actually i think "te amo y más" was a bit of a miss generally... first of all i never like the "nobody will ever love you as much as i do" line. but also 'i love you and more/beyond' doesnt have the kind of melancholy that "i love you too much" has

like diego luna takes a completely different approach to the the last use of the title line in each version, which i think is appropriate to these very different sentiments, but him almost triumphantly shouting 'te amo y ¡mas!' just doesnt hit the same as the vulnerable little voice break with "i love you too much".

there's that depth of emotion man. the way manolo loves maría is hurting him. there's a very real chance he loses her to joaquín and what the hell does he do then, when he's already in pain from how much he loves her?

ANYWAY THOUGH both versions of the apology song go so hard, fuck. there are homophonous dual interpretations?? bitch??

the spanish version starts with "toro, me da pena"--'bull, it pains me'. BUT the way the spanish r is pronounced it's practically identical to "todo me da pena"--'it all/everything pains me'. this whole thing pains me. the entire fuckin situation. all of it.

and then the line "si nos quisimos matar" can either mean 'if we wanted to kill each other' or "if we wanted to kill ourselves". the way those two things are in a very real sense one and the same. perpetuating this cycle of violence just means participating in one's own destruction. a

meanwhile the english version has "your royal blood was never meant to decorate this sand", which sounds just like 'your royal blood was never meant to decorate this hand'. like. god. your royal blood should have greater purpose than to be wasted, spilled in the dirt, pearls before swine. but also it should have greater purpose than to bring me glory by spilling it.

even the 'never meant' itself can be read either as "this should not have happened" or 'something else was supposed to happen instead'. both, honestly. you had some glorious purpose but instead by some horrible mistake you're here. you're cast aside in the dirt, your life and your beauty forfeit so that i can claim some bit of prestige for myself.

[the-offside-rule]

Sergio 'Checo' Perez (Red Bull Racing) - Feliz Navidad

Requested: no

Prompt: Feliz Navidad

Y/n lay asleep in the coziest bed ever and that was the bed of the spare bedroom in her older brother Sergio's house. She always came over for Christmas since she lived in England for university and usually, Checo would leave her asleep because of the jetlag but her university decided that they wouldn't finish the semester until the 23rd, so she'd only landed the evening before Christmas.

As we were saying, she lay asleep, enjoying how comfortable this he'd was in comparison to the one back IN England when the door shot open wide. She hopped up in a hazy state only to see her brother with his children, blasting Feliz Navidad from a Bluetooth speaker. He always did it when they were younger, ever since Checo found out she hated the song. He played it simply to annoy her but also to wake her up on Christmas. "Sergio, I understand you enjoy annoying me with this song but it won't be a Feliz Navidad if you keep playing this song." Checo laughed as he lifted his children up onto her bed. "Come on! It's time to wake up! It's Christmas!"

"Despierta te!" her nephew chanted over and over again, jumping up and down on the bed. "Junior, why do you do this to Tia Y/n?" she asked. "Can't you do it to Paola?" He shook his little head. "She doesn't stay here for Christmas anymore. It's just you! Now venga! We need to open presents!" Y/n was pulled and dragged out od bed by the enthusiastic little boy. She let out a gasp as her feet touched the freezing marble floors, earning a chuckle from her older brother.

Y/n sat on the sofa, laughing along with Carola, a cup of coffee in hand as they watched Checo and the kids excitedly open presents. They didn't see eachother that often and they were friends before Checo had met Carola, Y/n liked to think that they only got together because of her and that was partially correct. Carola and Y/n were midway through a conversation when she felt a tug at her dressing gown. She looked down to see thbe soft eyes of her nephew and stumbling neice beside him. "And this is for you!" Junior said, lifting a present with his little sister trying to help. "Aw, gracias." She said, taking the gift and carefully shaking it. "I wonder what it could be?" They jumped around excitedly until she had torn the wrapping paper and took a good look at it. Her wide and partially forced smile softened as she looked at the gift.

A beautiful frame, hand decorated with buttons, glitter, ribbons and other little bits and pieces. And inside, a family photo. Her parents sat on a chair in the middle of the photo and either side of them, their children from oldest to youngest and finally, the in laws and grandchildren. Y/n looked over to Carola, who had an arm around her and back to the frame. Then, underneath the photo she noticed a small note. Ll

Buena suerte en Londres y no nos olvides <3

She kept her smile on, trying not to show that she was sad but no matter how much she tried to hide it, her brother new better. "How about you go and get some breakfast, eh? Before everyone else comes to visit?" The children nodded and trailed out after Carola.

"Now, what is going on?" Checo asked his sister, who was hunched over crying into the coloured wrapping paper. "Nothing" Y/n replied, still weeping. "Don't lie. I'll get Paola and you know she won't stop until you tell her so it's easier to tell me instead." Y/n let out a shaky sigh. "I just miss being home." Checo arched a brow. "No, I'm being serious. I hate London. I don't know anybody! I miss hanging out with Carola every day. I miss being with my friends here. I just miss everything!" Checo pulled his little sister into a hug. "I know. Moving away is always hard. It's one of those things about growing up. I had to go to Germany all by myself, remember that?" She nodded. "Well I grew up then and I benefited from it greatly."

Y/n remembered how Checo went to Germany. She was so little and didn't understand why she could only talk to him through a phone or a letter. She didn't get it but if course, with age, she did. "You living in London will be good for you, I know it will." Checo said, rubbing her arm in an attempt to calm her down. "I know. I just miss you so much." She sniffled. "Well let's not make memories of you crying, let's go make some happy memories while you're here, eh?" She wiped her eyes and nodded. "I suppose me should. Can't leave the place staying sad again."

The pair stood up and went to the door to go out to the kitchen when Sergio stopped his young sister. "By the way, Y/n?" she looked back at him. "Feliz Navidad." Y/n laughed and hugged her brother. "Feliz Navidad, Checo."

[tea-cup-tyrant]

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[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

Bucky was nothing if he wasn't dramatic or pulling off one hell of a stunt, but this one by far shattered any limit you thought he wouldn't break — you just had to hold the fuck on.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❯❯❯ Street Racer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ❯❯❯ 2.2k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❯❯❯ Fluff, highly illegal fun

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ❯❯❯ WELL IT'S TAKEN ALMOST A YEAR, but here is a sequel to Second Nature that has had me in a chokehold.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ❯❯❯ Mirrors by DJSM, Milan Gavris, and Robbe ❯❯❯ P.I.M.P. HEDGEGAARD REMIX by HEDGEGAARD ❯❯❯ Go Down Deh by Spice, Shaggy, Sean Paul

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ❯❯❯ @the-slumberparty Week 4 Challenge — Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The alley was dark, and it was deserted–save for the sleek Skyline and Challenger set to pounce, the engines needed only to be started before they’d tear the streets apart. You had no idea how, or why you were doing this. Since that drive with Bucky after his win last time, you were itching to feel that rush of adrenaline again, it was a high like no other. 

You had become an adrenaline junkie - so what?

A warmth billowed from your side and you looked over, broken from your reverie. “You ready for this, baby?” Bucky’s voice was a low whisper, and goosebumps broke out over your skin. 

“Yeah, I am,” you replied, snaking your arms around his middle so he would hold you. 

“I can stop when and if you need to, alright?” You nodded and Bucky squeezed you once, then let go. He looked over his shoulder to Steve. “You ready, punk?”

“Shut the fuck up, jerk,” Steve grinned. “I’ll beat you this time, and you know it.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and guided you to his Skyline, opening the door. The bucket seat was hard but it enveloped you, wrapped you tight in its hold; with the racing harness that only the best used, you knew it was safe. “Here we go,” Bucky hummed, adjusting the straps so they’d fit tighter than before. “Not too tight?” You shook your head and he kissed you full on the mouth. The kiss left you breathless and dizzy, adrenaline had started pumping and the car hadn’t even roared to life yet. 

You were screwed–totally, unequivocally, desperately screwed. 

“Remember, I can stop when and if you need me to. What’s your word, baby?”

The lack of dash lights left Bucky’s face in a dark shadow, but you could feel his piercing gaze, honed in on your lips and flicking up to your eyes. “It’s uh- it’s Dodge.”

A huff of laughter left Bucky and he nodded. “Only punks drive those,” he mused, looking over the belts one last time. “Alright, sit tight.” The passenger door closed and you could see Bucky walk around the Skyline to Steve, who was waiting in his car. 

It was likely the last time you would be able to breathe calmly until the end of the night, so you closed your eyes, breathing deeply in through your nose, and out of your mouth. Your heart calmed the beat it hit against your ribs and you felt a semblance of calm wash over you. 

Bucky would keep you safe. Bucky wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Bucky was the best racer there was, he wasn’t reckless or foolish, especially when you were in his prized Skyline. 

You were gonna be okay.

“You with me, baby?” You jumped and looked next to you. Bucky had just opened the door and he was slipping inside the driver’s seat, a slight frown on his lips as he watched you zoned out–off in your own world where you were not about to be an accomplice nor witness to some highly illegal fun.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m okay,” you rushed to reassure him. “I was just calming down, I know I’m gonna be flying by the seat of my pants in a minute.”

Bucky laughed and turned the ignition, the car roared to life beneath you and quieted into a purr. “Literally.”

The two of you laughed and Bucky strapped himself in. Lights from the dash brightened as the computer loaded, the NOS and specs popping up on the screen by the shifter. “You can put some music on if you want,” Bucky said, switching the steering controls on the screen to drift-

“Wait, what?” You gasped, watching him as plugged in the adjustments. “You- oh god, Bucky-”

“Relax, baby.” Bucky’s warm and callused hand rested on your thigh and he squeezed, the computer abandoned. “It’s only so I can show that punk,” he pointed over his shoulder with his free hand, “what for, he has no idea, but he will figure it out. Pity it’ll be too late.” He snickered and went back to the computer with his other hand, while the other continued to squeeze your thigh reassuringly. “I’ve got you, I promise.”

“Okay,” you whispered, hands starting to tremble. “I trust you.”

Bucky smiled happily and finally brought up the connections when your phone chimed with the notification you were connected. “Give me a badass song that’ll make kicking his ass all the more glorious, baby. I’m counting on you.”

The playlists on your phone lacked anything he could drift to, but you finally settled on one you’d heard on the radio in your not-souped-up car when you were heading to your absolutely normal job. God, please let me not pass out, you willed, feeling your heart speed up when Bucky shifted in his seat and jostled the shifter. 

“Now, I need you to keep calm, and I need you to keep breathing, baby,” Bucky said softly, cupping your cheek. “You’re safe, and I’ve got you.” You nodded fervently and wiggled in your seat, pushing your back against the arch. “Alright, let’s go have some fun.”

The Skyline revved and you whimpered, exhilarated when the shifter pushed into first gear. A roar came from the Challenger and sat as still as a stone while Bucky drove slowly out the alley and onto the street, the flashing and bright lights bouncing off the gunmetal like a painted neon. 

“Pull up at the lights, Stevie,” Bucky said suddenly, and you looked over to see him holding his phone before putting it in the cradle, Steve’s face lighting the screen up on a voice call. 

You stared wide-eyed as Bucky’s aura changed from soft, loving boyfriend, to competitive and cut-throat racer, his brow set and a slight frown settled on his lips, concentration and pride rolling off him in waves–it was fucking hot, you couldn’t lie.  

“This is some fast and the furious shit, Bucky,” you blurted, and Bucky howled a laugh, his nose scrunching up at the wide smile on his once frowning lips. 

“Did she just say what I think she just said?” Steve asked.

“She did!” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. 

You grinned and gripped the door rail tighter. “But it’s true!”

“Okay, okay, you’re not wrong, baby,” Bucky said, smiling. “But now I need you to hang on.”

“Oh, god,” you breathed, and Bucky giggled–the shithead giggled. “Don’t make fun of me, you dick!”

“Alright, are we racing or what?” Steve called over the phone, interrupting Bucky’s sudden mischievous smirk. 

The line clicked and you realised Bucky hung up on his best friend. He turned to you and gave you a look as a last warning, and you nodded, taking a deep breath. “Play the song,” Bucky said quickly and you grabbed your phone and cursed when you fumbled and dropped it. It fell between the console and the seat. Bucky made a small soothing noise and said, “You’re alright, baby, calm down.”

The words settled over you like a blanket and the vice around your chest loosened. Phone in hand finally, you scrolled and scrolled ‘till you reached the song you had chosen. “Okay, here you go.” 

Music blasted over the speakers and Bucky grinned, revving the Skyline to the beat. Steve was next to you and you looked over to find him staring and once you caught his gaze, he rolled his eyes dramatically. 

A loud beep sounded from the dash and you looked towards it, and then at Bucky. “Hold on, baby girl,” he murmured, hand moving over the shifter and the other gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. 

Oh, fuck.

The light turned green and everything blurred. Tires squealed under you and next to you and the Challenger took off like a bullet, the Skyline not far behind. Cars were honking while Bucky weaved between them, a determined snarl on his expression as the lights from Times Square lit up his face. 

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe as Bucky shifted gears and the Skyline redlined, the whistle of the turbo screaming over all the noise; it was a mechanical symphony you would never get tired of.

“Son of a bitch,” Bucky growled and you watched as Steve swerved around a group of stopped cars wide enough that his back end kicked out, smoke billowed from his tires and you could feel the smugness in his control. “The punk knew, fucking-” The Skyline kicked back and you squealed, the back end following the Challenger’s lead and Bucky held the wheel steady, eyes flicking between the gauges and road. 

Blood pumped furiously in your ears and you couldn’t grasp anything, thoughts flew through your mind faster than you could wrangle them but one stayed, playing over and over; is this what it felt like to be alive?

“Come on!” Bucky yelled, forcing the Skyline to redline and roar with power around another group of stationary cars. “You bastard, Steve!” The lights of the Square had gone and it was dark, no neon lights to guide your way around the circuit. 

You laughed breathlessly, watching as the Challenger slowed just enough for the Skyline to kiss the bumper before speeding up again; an arrogant taunt and scream of ‘Kiss my ass, jerk!’ if you’d ever seen one. “Go get him, Buck!” 

“Oh, I fuckin’ will,” Bucky growled. The car turned to the side abruptly and you gasped, scrabbling to hold on. It was a side alley, dark and empty but full of twists and turns. “Can’t outsmart me, punk.”

“Oh, god!”

The Skyline bottomed out in the dip of the alley and sparks flew, but Bucky kept going, that same snarl on his lips as he worked the shifter. “Hang on!”

You were flying, you were fucking flying- The Skyline jerked to the side and the engine stuttered with the force of the drift. Colours were filling your vision and you realised that somehow Bucky had circled back to Times Square. “There’s Steve!” You yelled, pointing back to the lone Challenger tearing down the road.

Bucky’s grin was wolfish, manic and bloodthirsty for victory. The steering wheel spun with unbelievable speed and you faced forward, straight as an arrow, and in the lead. “Go, Bucky, go!”

Your push seemed to be what Bucky needed. The dash computer lit up and Bucky slammed a finger against it before you could read what it said, then a strange sound came from behind you, a hissing sound-

The Skyline shot forward and the hissing noise got louder, while the shifter rattled with the force. Bucky had used the NOS–in Times fucking Square.

“Bucky!” You yelled, breathing fast and clutching the door rail and console for dear life. Bucky only chuckled before pressing his boot hard to the floor, the accelerator carving a new home with the force. 

A hairpin turn was fast approaching and you chanced a glance at the side mirror, Steve was still on Bucky’s tail but there was no hope for him to take the lead now. “Baby, hang on,” Bucky said just as the NOS expired, and his hand flew from the wheel to the shifter, his other hand having a titanium grip on the wheel. 

You forced your body to relax, only using your strength to hold the rail and console, and you were flying again. The Skyline had kicked to the side, the back end making an arch of burnt rubber while Steve fought like hell to take first place. It was surreal, you were flying and you couldn’t help but laugh, adrenaline fuelled and absolutely on a high. 

That same set of lights that only a few minutes ago you had sat stationary at came into view, and you could feel the excitement pouring in waves of Bucky–he was going to win.

“Go, Bucky!” You yelled over the music, the beat still thumping through the speakers. “We’re gonna win!”

The engine roared and the turbo whistled as soon as Bucky pushed his boot to the floor again, the pedal slamming against the metal floor. “Damn fuckin’ right we are, baby girl,” Bucky growled, weaving around traffic. 

It was both a surprise–though not really, when flashing red and blue lights appeared behind you. Bucky stiffened and narrowed his eyes. “Fucks sake,” he groaned. 

You were panting from the adrenaline and your heart seized–cops? 

Bucky’s ringtone sounded and you scrambled to answer it, as soon as you did, Steve’s voice boomed through the phone. “What are we doing, Buck?”

“I am fuckin’ winning this race, and then we’re gonna have some fun with these pigs. Follow my lead.” The line clicked and the Skyline’s tail dipped as Bucky downshifted. 

It was a blur as you passed under the stop lights you had started at, and you couldn’t grasp that Bucky had in fact, won. Adrenaline burned through every fibre of your body and you were suddenly gasping for air- it was too much, it was too mu-

“Baby, calm,” Bucky said firmly, and he chanced a glance at you. “We’re alright, do you need me to stop? I can lose these pigs. You know the word-”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you rushed, moving a hand to his shoulder so you could feel him, and it worked. The breaths leaving you turned measured but fast, and you grinned, an identical wolfish grin to his own. The change of your demeanour made Bucky pause and he was about to speak, though you stopped him. “Show them what for.”

Bucky’s grin was as bright at the lights above you, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “You said it, baby.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭|𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[sgiandubh]

What he said...

@bat-cat-reader has graciously asked me for a transcript and Spanish translation of the video posted by @samheughanswife from the Sydney Hublander and I think she didn't have time to check her DMs.

The one where S couldn't help but bring up C, the very first moment he was on stage. Check it out here, with all credits given to SHW, of course: https://www.tumblr.com/samheughanswife/743154023637614592/straight-up-in-the-first-question-from-the?source=share

I tried my best, sound was calamitous and yelling, well... worse than an MMA match.

English transcript:

It’s hard to not have fun, when you’re working with people like Mr. Lacroix, unless he’s in one of those like moods, you know, when he like just wanders off and does not speak to anyone. But uhm…over the years, we’ve got amazing cast we’ve worked with and everyone has just a good time. I mean, there’s not always much time to mess around or play pranks or anything like that, but we do tend to have a good time… Caitriona Balfe is an amazing co-star, she’s got a terrible habit of corpsing, so if something goes wrong, her shoulders start to go (mimicks laughter). She would turn around in the scene, so no one can see her face and just leave me to deal with a lot of questions. Yeah, it’s a lot of fun, we get all… I’ve got my groomer, Wendy, I’ve been with from the beginning, she is also a ridiculous human being, and just a lot of fun, so we can go along, just not much as did in Season 1, not so fun (?).

Traducción en Español:

Es difícil no divertirse cuando trabajas con gente como el Sr. Lacroix, a menos que esté en uno de esos estados de ánimo similares, ya sabed, cuando simplemente se aleja y no habla con nadie. Pero uhm… a lo largo de los años, hemos trabajado con un elenco increíble y todos se lo pasan bien. Quiero decir, no siempre hay mucho tiempo para perder o gastar bromas o algo así, pero tendemos a pasar un buen rato... Caitriona Balfe es una coprotagonista increíble, tiene un hábito terrible de morirse de la risa, así que si algo sale mal, sus hombros empiezan a moverse (imita la risa). Ella se daba vuelta en la escena, para que nadie pudiera ver su cara y simplemente me dejaba lidiar con muchas preguntas. Sí, es muy divertido, nos ponemos a todos... tengo a mi peluquera, Wendy, con quien he estado desde el principio, ella también es un ser humano ridículo, y muy divertida, así que podemos seguir adelante, simplemente no tanto como en la Prima Temporada, no tan divertido (?).

Funny how idioms like 'ridiculous human being' do spread in the family, only to resurface, years after Sis coined it. But hey, always bring Wendy in (remember Madrid, LOL?) and dilute, dilute, dilute.

Also funny how the 'best informed, most neutral blog' EVAH did not use SHW's footage, so as not to credit her (petty, I know)?

To make myself very clear, here is what I think about all that overtouted neutrality. Remembering that she used this tune in a very early S mudslinging video she created and put on Youtube:

(Irrespective, this is a great remix and Freddie - never been a fan, but deeply appreciative - is simply TOP)