#La mas doll

[female-rappers]

La Mas Doll - Tu No Tiene Coco

[lix-starshine7]

Algunos dibujos random de Doll xd

[awacatin]

if I keep posting stuff yall gotta smack me cause I gotta work on my portfolio lmaoo

[anikaluv]

JUST FOR PRACTICE —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff (slight angst?)

❤︎︎ cw: cussing, nail biting, Miles (e!42) is named Myles (creative Ik), Miles (e!42) teases reader a lil bit <3

❤︎︎ summary: Spider-Man!Miles and Prowler!Miles as Twins where you have a crush on Miles (e!1610) and Miles (e!42) suggests you make out with him for practice.

❤︎︎ w/c: 1.6k

❤︎︎ a/n: I was reading miles morales x reader fics then I thought of this and went “It would be so cool if someone wrote it”. Then I did, cause I’m a bitch who gets shit done. 😘

PART TWO EXTRA

You and Miles have been inseparable since y’all were born. You two seemed to be tied together like a knot. You could always fondly go back and look through memories of him holding your hand while leading you through forests, him sharing his PB&J’s with you during lunch time, and him protecting you numerous times from bullies as the years went by. He was always there for you.

So much that you’ve fallen head over heels for him.

Yet you were too scared to ruin the deep friendship you two have. Too terrified of the chance that everything you two had going to waste because of your feelings, so you kept to yourself.

Which leads you to the present day, you sit on Miles’ bed as he takes a shower before you start the study session you both had planned.

Nervously, you fidget with your fingers, eagerly awaiting his return. The truth is, you don't need these study sessions. As an all-A student, you grasp the subjects effortlessly. However, you seize any opportunity to spend time with Miles.

Your mind wonders as curious eyes scan his room and land on his sketchbook. Your instinctively get up and reach for it, not caring for the overstep of privacy because c’mon, you knew this guy before you knew how to walk.

Excitement courses through you as you eagerly flip through the pages, revealing beautiful sketches of family, sunflowers, among other things. However, as you reach the more recent pages, your heart starts to sink.

Gwanda, Miles' so-called friend who conveniently always seems to be "out of town," yet he never ceases to endlessly complement her and fills his sketchbook to the brim with pages of her. What's so extraordinary about her? You've known Miles since you both were starting to crawl, while she has only been in his life for a few months, and suddenly she's this incredible person?

With a heavy sigh, you set your sketchbook down, feeling your vision blur as you make your way back to sit on Miles' bed. Tears well up quickly as you bury your face in your hands, sobbing silently. Unfortunately, the sound of approaching footsteps awakens your senses. You hastily wipe your eyes with your sleeve, although it's already too late.

"Oh great, looks like la llorona (crybaby) is sobbing once more. What's the matter, ma?" Miles strolls in, his voice oozing with condescension. He leans against the doorway, owning a smug expression. You can't help but roll your eyes and let out an exasperated groan at the mere sight of him.

Myles Morales. The worst person you’ve ever met. You’ve always wondered how him and Miles are even related. Ever since you were little he’s been a stick up your ass. You would always go back and flinch through memories of him pulling your hair as you scream and cry, him destroying all of your brand new dolls because they “needed a makeover ” , and him notoriously bullying you numerous times mercilessly as the years went by. He was always there, annoying you.

You cross you arms and let out a exasperated huff as you turn away from him. “Don’t you have someone else to annoy Morales? I’m not in the mood.” Myles chuckles at your childish behavior and struts into the room to sit beside you.

He inspects your face, frowning at your red eyes and stuffy nose. “I’m serious, mami. Those pretty tears only look good on your face if I’m causing ‘em.“ Myles softly grabs your chin and moves your face towards his. He raised his fingers to softly wipe your tears as you look deeply into his eyes.

Your heart quickens yet instead you release the insult bubbling in your throat. "Thanks for your oh-so-worrisome concern, Morales," you retort, venom lacing your words. He smirks in response. “Anytime, princesa (princess). I’m serious though, you cryin’ cause of my brother again?” You nod slowly looking away from his pitying gaze.

You bite your nails as your eyes look around the room once more landing on Miles sketchbook. Pain flickers in your eyes, catching Myles' attention.

The realization settles in Myles which is showcased by his new scowl on his face. “Ah I see, Its cause of that lil’ white chick, right?” Your eyes widen at how Myles was able to guess it correctly, you nod again slowly and try to concentrate on breathing before you continue wailing. “I just don’t understand, what’s so special about her? Was I ever even special to him if I could be replaced so easily?” You clench your fists, digging your nails into the fabric of your jeans, scrunching them up as your lip quivers.

Myles sucks his teeth in annoyance, followed by a deep sigh that catches your attention. “Why don’t you just tell him this, ma? Bet that’ll make him realize what’s in front of him.” You quickly shake your head, rejecting the idea. "I can't. It's not that simple. If I confess how I truly feel, what if it ruins everything? I can't risk that," you explain anxiously. Myles rolls his eyes at your dramatic response.

"There's no way it would go down like that, but let's entertain your idea. Are you saying all it would take is courage for you to confess to him?" he asks, testing the waters. There’s a different look in Myles eyes, they’re filled with mischief as he slowly scoots towards you.

“Well, yeah, I guess? Why?" You answer your voice layered with curiosity at Myles newfound demeanor. You tilt your head in confusion, What was he planning?

A gasp escapes your lips as Myles firmly grabs you waist tightly. His big hands pull you against him harshly. Instantly his lips lock with yours, showcasing deep desire as his kisses you. Your eyes widen momentarily before you surrender, closing them gently and placing a hand on his chest.

You wrap your arms around Myles' neck, deepening the kiss, your tongues intertwining desperately. He tastes so sweet, like slightly burnt caramel. Your body molds into his, feeling the hard contours of his muscled yet lean chest beneath your palm as you press into him.

You let out a soft whine against his lips, the sound echoing with a mix of pleasure and longing. Your breaths become heavy, synchronized with the intensity of the moment. Your mind becomes fuzzy, confused how you got to this point.

"There's no way it would go down like that, but let's entertain your idea. Are you saying all it would take is courage for you to confess to him?"

“Well, yeah, I guess? Why?"

“Why not just practice the having the real thing wit me?” Myles watched you scoff at the idea and laughs softly.

“I’m serious, ma. C’mon, just for practice, it’ll only be fo a lil bit. Just imagine I’m him” Myles brings his face closer to yours making your noses brush against each other.

“It’ll only be for a sec right?”, you question Myles nods, sensing he’s winning you over. “Promise, mi alma (my soul)”

You nod your head, and that gave him everything he needed.

Now you have your arms wrapped around Miles neck, playing with his braids as he layers kisses across your collarbone, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. Myles tugs at your shirt rising it up to lay his hand against your waist skin to skin. The heat from his hand placed on your waist shoots heat throughout your body.

You begin to sway, your strength ebbing away as your mind becomes blissfully hazy. Myles, ever attentive, keeps you steady, his hand resting firmly on your back while the other remains securely on your waist. He rises slightly, locking eyes with you, a playful chuckle escaping his lips as he delights in your slightly intoxicated-like state.

“C’mon, mi vida, you can’t be tired yet. I just got you.” he playfully teases, causing your face to twist with confusion. You lean your head into his shoulder leaving kisses along his neck.

Myles takes up your hand and interlocks it with his fingers. He tilts your face up to him. You look into his eyes and see something there, you just can’t tell what. He places kisses laced with adoration across your face, feeling like lighting sparks erupting across your skin.

“Mami, I haven’t always been the nicest to you, I admit that, but I also wanna admit that I-“

Right on cue, you once again hear the steps of someone walking towards the room. It must be Miles finishing his shower.

Your suddenly feel a wash of consciousness rush through your senses as you try to shuffle and fix your wrinkled clothing and correct your shriveled hair. Myles watches you and smirks at your attempt to clean up.

Miles soon steps into the room wearing a fresh set of clothes, “Sorry it took me so long, I got way into my shower playlist haha. You ready to sta-“ He eyes land on you and Myles, you watch as his face turns to confusion.

“Imma take that as my sign to leave” Myles gets up and heads to the doorway and starts to head out, before he turns his neck around to say one more thing. “I’ll see you around, ma. Let me know if you ever need more practice aight?”

EXTRA: You hurriedly shuffle to your backpack to go get your notebooks and supplies you usually use for your study sessions. As you do that Miles can’t help but watch as his brother slowly struts out the room pride written all over his face. Miles swore that as his twin left the room his could see a lipstick stain adorning Myles’ neck.

ENDING A/N: Thank you for reading this- Ion know if imma keep writing I just felt like making this at 2 am lol. Also please lmk if this is fast paced or not, that was on my mind while writing this whole thing. 💀 Love ya’ll babes <3

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[n-s4kayaky]

𝔹𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕪 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤! (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 + 𝕊𝔽𝕎)

warnings: Mentions of female reader, not safe for under 18! (The Buggy that I am going to use for these headcanons can be either from LA or Anime.)

a/n:  I love making headcanons about characters I love, so here are a few ideas about Buggy!

Soooo I think we all think the same thing, which is that this man's body hair is the same color as his head hair. I think he takes good care of it, meaning he trims it and doesn't let it get too wild. I see that he has some hair on his chest, forearms, and what I like the most, the happy trail ;)

Speaking of hair, Buggy takes VERY good care of his long blue hair. I'm sure this man has a private shower full of all kinds of shampoos, conditioners, hair nutrition, etc. Besides taking care of it, he LOVES to have it combed, especially if it's by you. I can imagine him asking you to comb his hair after a hard day of work where his crew has pushed him to his limits. He'll sit on the bed with his back to you and let his hair down so you can comb it. He'll LITERALLY melt under your hands as you brush his long and silky hair, and don't even get me started if you massage his scalp.

I think that Buggy HAS to have some tattoo, such as a skull with clown details. The most likely place I see the tattoo is on his back or biceps

OH MY GOD, THIS MAN HAS A DAD BOD AND NO ONE CAN ARGUE WITH ME. He has muscular and well-worked biceps but also has a cute dad bod. Why does he have it? Easy, I explain it below

Well, Buggy surely celebrates ABSOLUTELY everything, I mean, any little thing is celebrated with food and drink. Did they rob a village? It's celebrated that same night. Did a show go well? It's celebrated that same night. He loves to eat and drink, I see it in him, especially if there's some celebration involved.

Continuing with the hair topic and the fact that he likes you to comb his hair, it adds that he loves you to do different hairstyles. Would you like to make him a ponytail? "Go ahead, darling!" A braid maybe? "All yours, sweet cheeks." How about curling his hair? "I love it, doll!"

I feel that once Buggy falls in love with you, he becomes COMPLETELY obsessed, I'm not kidding. Buggy will be with you most of the day, or rather take you anywhere so that he can be with you. Due to his insecurities about his nose, he is VERY jealous. I can perfectly see him appearing behind you in a few seconds, putting his hands on your waist and kissing your neck while looking challengingly at the other man. Buggy has arrived and is marking his territory, which is you.

Buggy is the type of partner who ADORES you, I literally think he will treat you as if you were a goddess or some kind of deity to him, and let's not talk about how he would react if you adored him just like he does to you.

Obviously, this man will make thousands and thousands of sexual jokes in any situation, no matter what is happening. He can tell you while eating, while alone in his office, or while you are helping with an essay for his show. He loves to see how nervous you get with his words

Buggy is someone who likes to give nicknames, especially to you if you have a romantic relationship with him. Even before it's officially something, he probably gave you affectionate nicknames like "Honey," "Doll," "Dear," "Sweet Cheeks," etc. I don't know if I'm correct, I just read this, but supposedly each OP character has a nationality assigned by Oda, and if I'm correct, Buggy is French. Soooo, it's possible that he will call you some affectionate nickname in French, something like "Mon chéri," "Ma chérie," "Mon coeur" (Sorry to French speakers if any of this is mistranslated). He will probably also tell you in great detail in French how he's going to fuck and destroy you, but just laugh when you see your confused face because you don't understand.

He loves cuddles, he loves being in your arms and feeling your beautiful hands give him love and cuddles on his face, hair, and body. He sleeps snuggled up next to you, and every chance he gets, he hugs you and presses you against his body to feel its warmth. He simply adores you and adores every part of you with all his soul

I am sure that he spoils you in more than one way. If you are part of the shows, you will be the first to receive words of affirmation from him. He won't stop telling you how incredible you were, how good you were, and that you are undoubtedly the star of the show (behind him, clearly). While he showers you with affection, he won't stop yelling at and scolding others who have been in the show for the slightest mistake. Apart from that, he will give you anything valuable or expensive, from jewelry, clothing, costumes for the shows, shoes, lingerie, to makeup and anything else that comes to mind or you ask for. He is a captain and you are his little and beautiful partner, obviously he has to give you everything, no matter how expensive it is, and take care of you.

I see him as VERY protective, and apart from that, thanks to jealousy, he cares a lot about you. He will be attentive at all times. If you feel a little unwell, he will quickly be shouting and grumbling for a doctor to attend to you. If you get hurt, he will pick you up and be glued to you at all times. He won't leave you alone for a second.

I think a lot about how people smell, and from my point of view, I think Buggy would smell like a mixture of ash because of his cannons, saltwater, whiskey or alcohol in general, a touch of wood, and a slight hint of his body musk.

Well, I think that Buggy loves to eat his partner, he loves the idea of your thighs pressed around his head while he has his tongue deeply buried between your wet folds. He will drink from your excitement as if it were the best drink ever created by man, he will always look for an excuse to eat you. If he could, he would simply feed on your excitement and could be eating you for a whole day. More than once he has asked you to sit on his face and you have agreed, but always with that fear of suffocating him, he always responds with "Darling, if I have to die, I would be more than honored and satisfied to die suffocated thanks to your beautiful thighs and with my tongue full of your delicious wetness." Eventually, if you are sitting on his face while he eats you, you will always keep your hips a little afloat to avoid sitting completely, to which Buggy will take your thighs and force you to sit completely.

I think we all know that this man uses his Chop Chop power with you in quite sinful ways, he will easily detach his cock from his body and choke you with it, letting you feel how it fills your throat and how his balls hit your chin while saliva drips from your mouth, staining everything. Your mouth won't be the only thing he fills, he will bury himself deeply in your wet vagina and fuck you while he watches you being fucked with his own cock just a few centimeters away from you. One day he may wake you up by fucking you and when he finishes, he will leave his cock buried in you for the whole day, using it to prevent his precious semen from dripping out of your beautiful pussy.

He releases a lot, but that LOT of cum, he will fill you with a good load and you will feel how he drips all day from inside you (Unless his cock is being used as a plug so that doesn't happen) When he cums in your throat you always have to swallow little by little to avoid choking, and believe me, When you start swallowing you think you're never going to finish

He loves to brand you, he has to proclaim you as his own, so he'll leave hickeys along your neck and collarbone, in plain sight for anyone. Apart from bites and hickeys he loves to spank you, he loves to see your cute red and burning butt, full of marks on the palm of his hand due to his spanking. Obviously, because of his love of eating you, you'll have red thighs thanks to his face paint; but Buggy won't let you clean them, what's more, he'll let you wear a short skirt that day so that everyone can see the marks of his makeup on your cute thighs

I think it's a bit Voyeur, I mean he loves shows, especially if it's about you! I can see him sneaking into the room you're in and every time he catches you masturbating he falls silent as he watches you, feeling his cock harden under his pants at the sight. He will also ask you to voluntarily masturbate in front of him more than once, standing in front of you in a chair while his eyes do not leave your body and his hands separate from him to caress your soft skin

He curses a lot during sex, while he's fucking you hard against any surface near you he'll be whispering all kinds of lustful things like "My little slut… Always pleasing me so well." "I adore this greedy little pussy you have, so tight and always sucking me so hard" "Fuck, you love to please your captain, isn't that my sweet little slut?" "Look how your pussy drips because of me, so adorable..".

During kissing I feel like he's drooling a lot, you always fill each other with saliva during a nice hot make-out session, having your lips moist as well as your chins while half of Buggy's lip makeup has smudged and smudged your whole face

If at any point while he is eating strips of his hair he goes completely wild, he will attack your pussy mercilessly and rip you out of you at least more than 4 orgasms in a row, all in order to get you to pull his hair again

He loves to overstimulate you, loves to see how you turn into a small babbling mass between his hands and how you can't think about anything other than him or his cock. Love to see your thighs trembling and filled with both fluids mixed together, your clever little mouth nothing but meowing and moaning as you spew incoherently and drool

This man has to have at least a slight kink towards the knife set. He will always ask you beforehand if you are okay with it and will put a word of security; But he'll love being able to run the cold steel of his daggers across your soft skin, past your stiff nipples until delicately fiddling with your. It will leave some scratches, not very deep, only small marks, unless you ask it to be harder, in that case it will create small cuts and if it has the opportunity it will make its initial on your soft skin with the help of its dagger

[juricore]

i would never be like "this is the most insane part of oniisama e" because who can possibly try to rank them but it's the doll that really gets me sometimes. imagine having a serious crush on a girl who tells you she only likes you because you look a little like a porcelain doll that her half sister gave her (as a ploy to continue her obsession with said sister and ruin her life) and you should stay beautiful and perfect so you always look like that doll. and to make matters worse she calls you ma chérie la poupée. as if that's normal

[kissitbttr]

hello! i read you miss having asks and i don't know if you maybe miss having some requests (in case you aren't taking any you can ignore this and i hope you'll have a good day <3)

but what about some domestic Miguel and spending your first Christmas together? just imagine sitting on the couch in front of the TV, with a blanket covering both of you, watching some way too romantic soap opera, while drinking some hot chocolate and just enjoy the moment <3

(i know this is so early and we are still in November, but I swear, I can already feel the nostalgic feeling of Christmas </3)

xmas with miggy? say no more baby!!

-

it is absolutely one of your favorite holiday, ever. the music, the decorations, the presents for your loved ones, the cooking and baking. everything about christmas just screams fairytale,

miguel has never been the one who’s fond of this specific holiday, or any holiday for that matter. he would drown himself in work to avoid any invitations from friends. sad but anything to get away from interacting with strangers.

now ever since you stepped into his life, he can’t help but see how this year’s christmas would be different. having you with him to celebrate together just changes his perspectives. now he has someone to hold and love, this christmas would bring joy into his life.

you and him had been pretty busy with the decorations and stuff. buying a Christmas tree, getting pretty ornaments, looking for presents etc.

“need a hand, baby?” miguel steps into the kitchen, seeing you take out fresh cookies from the oven. you look so… comfy. dressed in his old t-shirt with your hair tied up in a bun—his clothing is basically a dress so there’s no need to be putting on some pants other than underwear—

you nod, looking up at him before setting the cookies on the counter. “can you put those hot chocolates on the table, my love?” you ask with a smile,

his heart soars at the nickname before grabbing the two cups of hot cocoa with tiny pink marshmallows in them. “you pick or i pick the movie?”

you’re quick to raise your hand in a child-like manner, causing him to laugh. “me, duh!” you answer as if it’s the most obvious thing. “we’re tuning in The Mafia Dolls and La Reina Del Sur”

miguel groans at the choice, shaking his head as he put the tray down on the table before grabbing a blanket. “you just want to watch Kate Del Castillo because you have a crush on her” he points out,

shrugging you showcase an expression of no shame. “she’s hot. you know i would leave your ass for her”

miguel jaw drops open, hand over his heart as he watches you stifle a giggle. “i’ve had enough time dealing with men trying to hit on you on a daily basis and now i have to compete with Kate Del Castillo too?!”

“her and Eva Mendes” you nod, arms crossed, smiling to yourself as he rolls his eyes before throwing you a playful glare and sit on the couch. “you’re going to pay for that comment”

you give him a cheeky smile. grabbing two cookies as you stride towards him, his large arm coming to wrap itself around your waist. he gently pulls you down on the couch, letting your head rest against his chest as you feed him a cookie.

“mhmm” he hums in approval. “new recipe?”

“yeah. you like? grandma sent the recipe to me. said that i have to treat my man something nice every once in a while” you giggle to yourself as he put his arm behind you. his lips plants a kiss on top of your head.

“tell her i said thank you” he mumbles as he turns on the tv. “i like this you know?”

a hum rumbles from you as you lay your back comfortably against him, taking another bite of the cookie. “what is?”

then he smiles, eyes landing on you. his fingers move to stroke your soft hair gently, catching that sweet scent of your strawberry mint shampoo that he finds obsessed over.

miguel can’t exactly remember when he had something like this. probably in his childhood? not quite sure. even if it was true, he doubts that it’s actually memorable. he remembers there were a lot of screaming match and broken plates though. maybe that’s why he avoids christmas like a plague. it was never magical.

but you… oh god, you.

you changed it for the better. the decorating christmas tree, wrapping up presents for each other, counting fails at an attempt to create gingerbread house, cooking up delicious traditional food instead of unseasoned dish that he sees people are making. and it might not be a big christmas party like in movies or how his co-workers do it, but that’s okay really. that’s just how he prefers it.

you, him and christmas.

“being with you” he responds, not minding the chatters coming from the tv. “estoy agradecido por ti, princesa”

“so, so grateful” he mumbles, pressing another quick kiss on your temple.

his words cause your gaze to soften. you slowly turn your head to look up to him from the tv, who’s eyes glued into the screen. your heart warms at the sight of miguel being comfortable with you, a small smile attached to his face.

leaning forward, you give him a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. he sighs out of contentment at the gesture, hand around your waist tighten.

“i’m grateful for you too.”

-

aaa this feels like it’s rushed but i hope u like it anon! I’m sorry it took too long:(

[inkdrinkerworld]

Your daughter coming back from dance class and showing Sirius everything she learned 🥹 he watches the whole time and gives her a standing ovation once she’s done. (I need him soooo bad omg)

She came back from dance class still in her leotard and tutu.

“Papa, look!” She said, immediately forgetting her teacher’s words of, ‘keep it a secret for the performance.’

Sirius is still in his work clothes in the kitchen. You note silently that he’d also cleaned up the living room and that dinner smelled amazing.

“Good afternoon to you too,” he says teasingly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. You’re up next, “Good afternoon, doll.”

“Hi Siri, how’re you?” Sirius beams, turning his full attention to your daughter after turning the stove down.

“Excited for this performance.” He winks at you and you shake your head, watching your daughter go through her routine like nothing.

When she’s done, she bows and even does a tiny little spin with a giggle. “Oh my! C'était tellement bien, ma petite fée! Vous ressemblez aux fées de votre livre!”

Sirius picks her up and tosses her three times before coddling her with kisses.

“Papa!” She screams, throwing her head back to get away from his kisses.

You can’t help the way your belly and chest warm at their affection. On another day, a day where you’re not so tired, tears would spring to your eyes as they usually do at the sight of Sirius being the perfect parent- the opposite to what he’d gotten.

“What about a bath? While mum dishes up dinner?”

Your daughter hums, tapping her little chin. In moments like this she’s all Sirius, all teasing and mischievous.

“Veux-tu utiliser la lotion à la lavande, papa? Et faire le massage après le dîner?” Sirius looks at you, raising his eyebrows as if to say, ‘this is all you,’ and you can’t disagree.

“What else would I do at bedtime, ma fée? C’mon let’s go.”

The entire house is filled with giggles and belly laughter for the next twenty minutes while dinner simmers and you can’t help but feel like this is how it should always remain.

[aphroditeinthesea]

HEY! Can you do a Connor stoll x fem Aphrodite reader dating hcs🙏🏻

“ time slows down (whenever ur around) ”

connor stoll x daughter of aphrodite 🐍

⚠️ one swear word

a/n kinda short sorry

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- he definitely lets you do his makeup

- like you don’t even have to try and convince him

- you just ask him, expecting to have to give all your reasoning of why he should let you do it

- but then he’s just like “okay”

- and he looks gorgeous

- prettiest boy in the hermes cabin

- and he always has his nails donr

- it starts with you just testing how colors look and basically using him as your doll

- until he starts asking you to do his nails

- HIS NAILS BEING PAINTED AS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR

- 🫶😭🫢🙁😭🥹

- you also help him up his fashion game

- mans is dressing snazzy

- (in my head he’s matt sturniolo)

- (travis is chris)

- (could be interchangeable actually i can’t decide)

- anyways so when u guys first start dating, he knows like the reputation aphrodite girls have of being high maintenance

- so he sets up this plan of taking you out to dinner in the city

- and he sneaks you out

- and he takes you to this fancy little restaurant

- (ik camp half blood is in long island? i think??)

- (idk how far nyc is from there)

- it’s this french restaurant

- for specifics, i just decided it was actually this restaurant called la grande boucherie that’s in nyc

- oui oui 👨🏻‍🍳

- sorry i’m not french and have never been to nyc

- but it looks really expensive

- and you know what?

- he pays for both of you 🫶🫶🤧🥹

- jk

- he gives a fake card and dips

- and according to the reservations, yall were mr and mrs john kennedy

- but it’s the thought that counts

- and the arrest warrant

- but when you get back to camp, you guys totally are holding hands and he walks you back to your cabin

- and you give him a little smooch

- then he’s just stands there for a minute after you walk in

- he’s just like “what just happened where am i what’s my name”

- travis walks by and literally smacks his head and is just like “knock out of it”

- but this boy is whipped

- would literally roll out a red carpet for you if he could

- he’s adorable

- speaking of french, you always call him french nicknames

- mon amour, mon coeur, mon bébé

- and whenever you do, he literally just gets this like lovesick look on his face

- he tried to find a cute french name for you

- but that stopped when he tried to say “ma biche” but didn’t know how to pronounce it and you thought he called you a bitch

- he stuck to english after that

[madlittlecriminal]

[05] Secret Ingredient⥓ Mafia!Miguel O'Hara × Female!Baker!Reader

Warnings: miles makes another appearance because i said so, miguel being a bit possessive, carmen is an oc, my spanish is a mix of Mexican & Puerto Rican spanish (it's a warning because the dialogue here is the spanish i use with my mom), the english translations are rough since it is me translating them, mention of dana, mention of choking on water

do i know how many parts will be in this series? no. not yet. you are all going with the flow with me lol. we're in this together

series masterlist | miguel o'hara masterlist

The glare that Miles was currently receiving made the boy chuckle nervously.

"So you went there, saw her with another man and said 'I'm not going to get desserts for the team'? Is that what really went through your mind?"

Miles gulps with nod. "You said you always wanted updates on her, so I came running back. I'm sorry."

While Miguel had a sweet tooth, he wasn't angry at the teen intern.

He nods, dismissing Miles while staring at his monitor, his leg bouncing as he takes a deep breath. He didn't care who that man was that was with you, but he wanted to throw him across the room.

Woah.

He shakes his head and gets up, going to the window and looking down at the city to calm himself down. Why was he getting so worked up? You were a free woman! Free to do what you wanted, be with who you wanted. It was your life, your choice to make.

But fuck, did he want you to want him.

Okay, maybe he's a bit obsessed and possessive over you. He's going to have to work on that, but in his defense, you made him feel things he's never felt before.

First woman to make him shy, first woman he's wanted all to himself.

"Me estas volviendo loco, muñeca." (You're driving me crazy, doll/doll face.)

He runs a hand through his hair before buttoning his blazer and leaving his office, deciding to get some actual food and not sweets.

His stomach agreed with a growl, Miguel mumbling for it to 'shut up' as he walks out of the building and heads to a nearby food truck.

"¿Ahora quieres comida, Miguelito? Y yo aquí pensando que nunca ibas a venir a visitarme para tan si quiera una platica como siempre." (Now you want food, Miguelito? And here I was thinking you'd never come to visit me to at least have a chat like always.)

"Discúlpame, Carmen. Te prometo, voy a venir mas seguido." (Forgive me, Carmen. I promise, I'll come more often.)

"Ya pasaron dos semanas que te vi, muchachito. No me mientes." (Two weeks have passed since I saw you, young man. Don't lie to me.)

Miguel pulls his pinky out, making Carmen laugh and hooking her pinky with his.

"Por lo menos una vez a la semana." (At least once a week.)

Miguel nods. "Una vez a la semana." (Once a week.)

She smiles before unhooking her pinky from hers.

"¿Quieres lo de siempre?" (Want the usual?)

Miguel nods and watches as Carmen gathers what she needs before pulling out his phone to check his email.

Then he heard it.

Your laugh.

He looked up and around, but didn't see you.

Was he that hungry that he was imaging it?

No.

He walked behind the food truck to see you across the street with the man he assumed Miles mentioned.

'Breathe.'

He took a deep breath before exhaling slowly as he shut his eyes.

Miguel had to calm down. You two weren't anything! If that was your boyfriend, it was fine!

Right?

He headed back to wait for his food, hoping you didn't see him.

"Miguel!"

His eyes widen before his head practically snapped from how hard he turned it to face Lyla running towards him.

'Please tell me by some miracle she didn't hear that.' Miguel thought to himself.

"Oh snap! Hey (Y/N)!"

'Are you fucking kidding me?!' To say Miguel wanted to crawl into a hole was an understatement. Could he chill at the bottom of the Grand Canyon? He made a mental note to look up a ticket when he had the chance.

"¿Miguelito? ¿Estas bien?" (Miguelito? Are you okay?)

He nods at Carmen's question.

She poked her head out a bit and chuckled.

"Si estabas con ella en los últimos dos semanas, no te preocupes." She teased. (If you were with her these past two weeks, don't worry.)

Miguel's cheeks burned red. "¡Carmen!"

She snorts before laughing and shaking her head before going back to cooking. "Te quiero, Miguelito." (I love you, Miguelito.)

"You haven't been here in two weeks." Lyla says, nearly out of breath.

"Carmen gave me piece, I don't need yours. Can I know why you came running in your heels?" He asks, tilting his head to the side.

"That meeting for uh...later? Yeah, they actually want to do it now."

Miguel raised a brow before he saw you standing three feet away with the man.

"Did they say why?"

"Because they have another option."

He furrowed his brows.

"What's the other option?"

"You're not gonna like it."

Carmen handed him his food, he gave her a quick thank you and turned back to Lyla.

"Don't worry about me not liking it or not. What's the other option." He demanded, no longer asking.

Lyla took a deep breath. "They have the option to work with a new family, so they're thinking about helping them out instead of getting help from you."

Miguel snorted before opening his water. "How the hell does that make sense?"

"The meeting is to convince you to join them so the new family can join you."

"Who's the new family?" He asks before drinking his water.

"D'Angelo's. As in Dana D'Angelo."

Miguel choked on his water.

~~~~

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[veilyixing]

★ DOAÇÃO DE CAPAS!

Olá, piolhinhos!

Já faz um tempinho que venho pensando em fazer uma doação com todas as capas que fiz desde que comecei a editar, depois de muito pensar e muita ansiedade finalmente trago elas para vocês! Ao todo são dez (10) capas, algumas já foram postadas aqui no portfólio, outras ainda não, mas o importante é que elas estão prontas para ganhar um lar hihi

Veja as capas a seguir:

— REGRAS.

1. A capa será doada por ordem de chegada. 2. Será doada apenas UMA capa por pessoa! 3. O autor tem um prazo de 3 meses para escrever. 4. Caso não consiga escrever com a capa adotada, me avise para colocá-la de volta a doação. 5. É necessário estar seguindo meu perfil no Spirit Fanfics (drunkdaez) e aqui no tumblr. 6. Quando for postar, peço que coloque os créditos nas notas do primeiro capítulo ou capítulo único. 7. Todas as capas serão entregues pelo Spirit.

01. Doll Time, NingNing (Aespa) — indisponível.

02. Interlude, Minji (NewJeans) — indisponível.

03. Just for a minute, Minji e Hanni (NewJeans) — indisponível.

04. Chuvas de verão sem você são apenas assustadoras, Sunoo e Niki (Enhypen) — indisponível.

05. Metanoia, Jungkook e Taehyung (BTS) — indisponível.

06. Cafés amargos, Wonyoung (IVE) — indisponível.

07. Quem é o mandante?, Baekhyun (EXO) — indisponível.

08. Demons Praise the Goddess, Yunjin (Le Sserafim) — indisponível.

09. Witch, Seulgi (Red Velvet) — indisponível.

10. Alfinetes não consertam corações partidos, Lisa e Jisoo (BlackPink) — indsponível.

Para adotar uma capa, preencha o formulário de adoção: link aqui.

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #325 - Family, Music In A Doll's House, 1968

L'edificio della copertina del disco di oggi è una casa. Ma di quelle delle bambole. È anche, come per una vera casa, un susseguirsi di ambienti legati, di storie. Il disco di oggi è, unanimemente, uno dei più particolari e preziosi dischi degli anni '60 e, aggiungo io, uno dei miei preferiti in assoluto. Tutto inizia a Leicester, inizio anni '60. Roger Chapman, che già ha qualche esperienza in piccoli gruppi, forma i Farinas, con suoi amici del Leicester Art College: Charlie Whitney, che suona la chitarra, Jim King che suona il sassofono, Harry Overnall e Tim Kirchin, quest'ultimo poi sostituito da Ric Grech. Registrano un primo singolo, per la Fontana, dal titolo You'd Better Stp / I Like It Like That del 1964, che ha un piccolissimo successo. Cambiano nome in Roaring Sixties e pubblicano un nuovo singolo, We Love The Pirates, nel 1966. A questo punto cambiano nome in Family, per l'abitudine di fare tutto insieme, e quando Rob Townsend sostituisce Overnall vanno a Londra. Qui in poco tempo si diffonde la notizia che in città c'è un gruppo che mischia in maniera totalmente innovativa blues, folk, jazz, e ha un cantante che ha una voce incredibile, calda, ruvida e trascinante. Nel 1967 pubblicano la loro prima grande canzone Scene Through The Eye Of A Lens, e firmano un contratto per la Reprise, etichetta fondata nel 1960 da Frank Sinatra, che cercava più libertà d'espressione dalla sua etichetta storica, la Capitol Records. Il disco di oggi, che esce nel 1968, fu il primo di una band Inglese distribuito negli Stati Uniti dall'etichetta (che nel 1968 faceva già parte della Warner Bros.).

Music In A Doll's House passerà alla storia già solo per il titolo: infatti uscirà poche settimana prima del disco dei Beatles che John Lennon voleva chiamare con lo stesso titolo (che riprende il famoso testo teatrale di Henrik Ibsen nel 1879). Lennon fregato dall'accaduto decise poi di pubblicare il loro ultimo lavoro, un disco doppio, con la copertina bianca semplice e dal semplice titolo The Beatles (capolavoro immenso della storia della musica). Quello che rende quest'album tra i più enigmatici e inventivi di quegli anni è che fu, all'atto pratico, l'anello di congiunzione storico-musicale per quello che pochi mesi dopo diventerà il progressive. Prodotto da Dave Mason dei Traffic (Inizialmente l'album avrebbe dovuto essere prodotto da Jimmy Miller, ma quest'ultimo era già impegnato nelle registrazioni di un altro capolavoro, Beggars Banquet dei Rolling Stones), il disco sciorina in 15 brani brevi (uno solo sopra i 4 minuti) una varietà incredibile di creatività, la musica della casa di bambole apre ogni volta stanze differenti: blues revival e canti gregoriani nella stessa canzone (la favolosa Old Songs New Songs), sanno giocare con il fascino dolciastro del r&b (Hey Mr Policeman), sanno suonare il miglior beat sound inglese, come i riferimenti a Kinks e Traffic di due gioielli come Me My Friend e la languida Mellowing Grey, passano con disinvoltura al folk rock (Peace Of Mind) senza disprezzare puntatine verso la psichedelia all'epoca nel fiore della sua potenza, con il sitar orientaleggiante di See Through Windows. E come dimenticare i violini e la voce "da brividi" che aprono The Voyage, prima di trasformarsi in un saltellante rock? O lo sgangherato God Save The Queen che chiude la circense 3 X Time? I brani sono intervallati da piccoli intermezzi strumentali, chiamati giustamente Variation: Variation On A Theme of Hey Mr. Policeman, Variation On A Theme Of The Breeze e Variation On A Theme Of Me My Friend. In Old Songs New Songs suonano non accreditati la band di Tubby Hayes, virtuoso del sassofono, e alcuni arrangiamenti per archi furono effettuati dall'allora 18enne Mike Batt, che diventerà in seguito grande produttore e per anni presidente dell'Industria Fonografica Inglese. La band gira a mille, usando strumenti all'epoca innovativi come il Mellotron suonato proprio da Dave Mason, il sassofono tenore e soprano di Jim King, il violino e il violoncello di Ric Grech (il quale l'anno dopo lascerà la band per suonare il basso nei Blind Faith assieme agli ex-Cream Eric Clapton e Ginger Baker e a Steve Winwood, in pausa dal suo progetto principale, i Traffic). Ma la vera bomba è la voce di Roger "Chappo" Chapman, un ruggito blues indimenticabile, dall'animalesca vocalità, che segnerà un'epoca, e farà moltissimi seguaci (Peter Gabriel dei Genesis, che nascevano proprio in quelle settimane, ne prenderà nota).

La carriera della band proseguirà per qualche anno ancora, fino al 1973, con grandi album (tra tutti Family Entertainment, Anyway e Fearless), con una delle copertine più belle degli anni '70 (il vecchio televisore anni '50, sagomato nell'edizione originale di Bandstand del 1972) e la nomea di band degli eccessi, idea questa che venne "prepotentemente" sottolineata dai racconti che una famosa groupie, Jenny Fabian, che nel suo romanzo Groupie non usò molta fantasia per nascondere i nomi dei nostri nel raccontare le pruriginose avventure dei nostri. L’ultimo concerto della Family avvenne al Politecnico di Leicester, il 13 ottobre del 1973, e si racconta che il party post concerto fu altrettanto memorabile. Degno finale di una delle più suggestive e talentuose formazioni musicali di quegli anni.

[yourtypicalslvt]

Birthday Post

Pablo Gavi x Fem!reader

Summary: it’s your boyfriends birthday 🤭

Word count: 401

A/N- A little insta au for his birthday. Happy birthday Pablito ❤️

-Warnings Hate , hint of sex , word s!ut used

-Via Instagram

Yourusername

Liked by Gavi Pedri fcbarcelona and 1,369,903 more

Tagged Gavi and aurorapaezg

Yourusername Feliz Feliz Cumpleaños para mi amor 💕 Ya tienes 19 años y a esa edad ya eres éxitoso en el mundo y por eso eres muy increíble y estoy muy orgullosa de ti ❤️ (Happy Happy Birthday to my love 💕 You are already 19 years old and at that age you are already successful in the world and for that you are very amazing and I am very proud of you)

Gavi Gracias Muñeca 😘 te amo mucho ❣️

Yourusername Te Amo mas 🤭

(Thank you doll I love you a lot. I love you more)

aurorapaezg ❤️❤️

User They’re so cute 🥹

User Happy birthday Pablo !!

user91 Cutiesss!!

User09 aww

Hater2 Stop using gavi for clout.

Hater56 Slut.

Pedri haha se pose sentimental

Gavi MENTIRAS!!

Yourusername aww haha (He got emotional. Lies)

fcbarcelona Feliz Cumpleaños a nuestro golden boy ⭐️

(Happy birthday to our golden boy)

Yourmom Feliz cumpleaños a mi yerno ❤️

Gavi Muchas gracias ❤️❤️

(happy birthday to my son-in-law. Thank you very much)

Gavi

Liked by Yourusername Pedri fcbarcelona and 1,655,342 more

Tagged Yourusername

Gavi Unos de los mejores Cumpleaños gracias a todos por la comida hoy y también gracias a mi novia por el mejor regalo al fin del dia 😉 (One of the best birthdays, thanks to everyone for the food today and also thanks to my girlfriend for the best gift at the end of the day )

Yourusername Nuestro padres nos siguen pablo..

Gavi ok? Pedri Calmate hermano todos sabemos que el padre de Yn te asusta

(Our parents follow us Pablo. okay?. Calm down brother we all know that Yn's father scares you)

Yourfather 🤨🤨

Gavi solo estoy jugando haha

(Im just playing)

fcbarcelona 🌟🌟

aurorapaezg Feliz cumpleaños hermano!

(Happy birthday brother)

Liked by gavi

User baby gavi

User78 Hes so fine

hater92 Ew. I mean gavi is alright but his gf looks like such a pick me

Yourmom 💖💖

Pedri Feliz cumpleaños tio

Gavi gracias

(Happy Birthday)

Yourusername Te amo muchisimo 😘

Gavi 😘😘 User Really making us feel single out here

-Via twitter

[thatanimewriter]

BǍO BÈI, MON AMOUR AND... BABE, I GUESS??

➳ request: Can I request Finny, Baldroy, Joker, Snake, and maybe Dagger with a multilingual fem s/o? I speak English, Spanish, and French irl. Bonus points if you incorporate pet names in either of those. I’m thinking along the lines of some nice headcanons.

➳ character/s: finny, bardroy, joker, snake, dagger

➳ warnings: swearing, perhaps butched pet names from other languages, generally butched arabic (baldroy), french (joker), spanish (finny), norwegian (snake) and german (dagger) because i don’t speak anything but english

➳ notes: woww that’s really cool that you know how to speak other languages, i’ve always wanted to be fluent in something other than english and i used to learn mandarin, but i hated the teacher at school and dropped the subject asap lmao

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

──  𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐘.

infatuated

he thinks it’s super cool

and hot

now he gets creative for pet names for you

he goes beyond the classic babe, baby, sweetheart, doll etc

now you gotta suffer with sweet cheeks, toots, sugarplum and all that cheesy gross shit

but he gets which language mixed up all the time

he probably messes up the pronunciation as well

it’s ok, he’s attempting

he often notices that you’ll speak arabic when you’re tired or frustrated

“habibi... come to bed.”

but also when you’re thinking of a word and it only makes sense in the languages you know

it’s fine, he thinks it’s cool

and funny because accents between languages also change

all in all, very impressed

──  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘.

literally gets the anime sparkles in his eyes

as if you could get any better??

constantly asks you to speak your other languages

asks you for the names of basic household items in that language

“what’s bed in spanish??”

“la cama.”

“oh my god that’s so cool-”

but then you bamboozled him with another language

and he then discovered you’re multilingual

because he caught you speaking cantonese to lau

and he thinks you spoke, like, gaelic one time

he’s not sure what the languages are but it’s COOL

he definitely butches some of the words

most of the words

but it’s the thought and effort that counts

──  𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑.

what a little charmer

he would tease you for keeping this from him

and would also want to learn 

he probably has caught you just mumbling to yourself in french

wants to learn french because stereotypical romance

but also to eavesdrop-

sometimes he’ll just stick his head through your tent ‘door’ and go

“tu veux venir te promener avec moi?”

and you’re left wondering how he knows to ask you for a walk of all things

you both use ma chérie and mon chéri

it’s the most basic one

but it does the job

as a joke he suggested you speak your other languages as an act for the circus

you said no because it’s not really that circus-worthy

but maybe in future it’d be a funny gag

──  𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄.

silent admiration

emily and keats are more vocal about it

if he has snakes from the countries which language you speak they now cling to you, they’re yours now

they don’t leave you

he will probably learn easy words when he wants something but doesn’t wanna say in front of EVERYONE

“klemmer?”

“awww, yes hugs.”

the whole circus cannot interpret norwegian at all

nor can they understand korean or swedish

but they all think it’s a fun gimmick

because you’re extremely multilingual

his face was like :000

when you asked a foreign guest who didn’t speak english

‘what language would you like me to speak?’

because damn

what a badass that you can just whip out a language and speak it fluently

──  𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

in love even more

if that’s possible

you’re just so cool ;v;

he won’t lie

it sounds like gibberish at the start before you teach him

the only thing he can possibly interpret is your tone

even then

he’s fucked if you speak a language that naturally sounds aggressive

because he’s gonna think you’re PISSED when you’re asking if he wants potatoes or not

“liebling, give me cuddless”

“LEE BLING??”

he can’t for the life of him try to imitate you without sounding offensive

so he doesn’t

he just admires you from afar

and from close by

[imninahchan]

oi nina! se você puder faz alguma coisa da rosé bem hard dom, plss

⌜⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ROSÉ + h a r d d o m 𓂃 ഒ ָ࣪

Conteúdo sexual.

Vocês se aproximam com essa finalidade lasciva, é estabelecido um tipo de contrato. Mas não é como se ROSÉ fosse a sua sugar mommy também, embora às vezes ela se porte como uma;

Os encontros se dão sempre no mesmo endereço, naquele quarto de hotel luxuoso e que vai manter a entrada e saída da loira segredo;

É vergonhoso o quão facilmente se entregou para ela, para essa dinâmica. Não passa de uma putinha nas mãos delas, porém não consegue abrir mão disso. Seja pelo tratamento pós-sexo, ou pelos presentinhos que ela manda entregar na sua casa, no trabalho;

ROSÉ é mestre em curar as suas mágoas depois que terminam o ato. Vai te aninhar na cama king, acariciar seu corpo todo para descobrir qual partezinha está mais dolorida, e sussurrar ao pé do seu ouvido o quão boa você foi, o quão preciosa é para ela. Te ajuda a banhar, a sacar e se vestir. Juntas. Até te deixar trançar os cabelos dela;

Às vezes, de tão doce que ela é no aftercare, você até se esquece do quão dura a mulher se porta quando transam. Tem vontade de descobrir o por que da dualidade, ou quebrá-la;

Possessiva. Muito. Embora vocês não tenham um relacionamento, o contrato que estabelecem te impede de qualquer tipo de relação paralela a essa. O engraçado é que a regra não se aplica a ela no papel, e você sabe, é óbvio, ROSÉ não ninguém além da garotinha dela;

Não usa nenhum tipo de brinquedo sexual justamente porque é ciumenta. Ninguém ou nada mais pode te oferecer prazer;

Adora te punir. Incondicionalmente. Reza pra você a desobedecer em algo só para ter um motivo para te punir com vontade;

O prazer que ela sente em te degradar é exorbitante, tanto quanto o seu para se colocar nessa situação. Gosta de dizer as coisas mais podres e depois finalizar a frases com um princesinha, bônus se te fizer chorar;

Kinks ou fetiches que valem a pena mencionar — tratamento de silêncio para punição, privação sensorial vendando os seus olhos e por vezes colocando uma mordaça na sua boca, breeding kink (esse eu vou deixar pra imaginação de vocês hehehe), oral fixation, gosta quando você usa baby dolls rosadinhos, ela toca mais em você do que você nela, spanking como punição, finger sucking + engasgo como punição também, mordidas e chupões como se marcasse território.