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motherlvr · 1 year

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Pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x f! reader

Summary: After Miles' father died, everything changed. Including your relationship with Miles.

Warnings: angst w/ happy ending, cursing, friends to strangers to lovers, angry makeout session, Flash Thompson exists here

A/N: honestly my fav fic i've made so far, im literally running out of photos for him. im gunna have to start using photos of his jordans

As you walked home, an arm wrapped around your shoulders from behind, "¿Cómo está mi ángel hoy?" Miles’ voice flowed through your ears.

He called you his, but you weren't lovers.

You were slightly startled but immediately recognized him. Letting out a soft chuckle, you said, “Your ángel, huh? That’s a new one.” smiling up at him.

"It suits you." Miles gave you a wink.

Usually, he called you 'ma'. So his switch-up today made you narrow your eyes at him skeptically. "What's with the good mood today? No 'ma'?" You tilted your head at him.

Shrugging it off, he said, "What, I can't be happy to see my girl?" He had a point, except for the fact that you weren't his girl.

You laughed and shook your head at him, "By all means, go ahead." As he accompanied you on your way home, you realized he made your walk home much more pleasant. Arriving at your house, you told him "This is me. Thanks for walking me today." You gave him a light peck on his cheek.

"Course. Make sure to wear that outfit I like tomorrow, mami." He teased with a grin, only half serious.

Rolling your eyes at him, you smiled, "You're insufferable. Adiós, Miles!" You waved as you walked up to your doorstep.

"Chao, princesa." Walking away, his mood felt lighter. He walked home with a little more liveliness than usual.

For reasons unknown, Miles walking you home was becoming a reoccurring event. Within the next few weeks, he walked you home more often than not. You started to look forward to it as you searched for him after school.

As you both walked down the street of your neighborhood for what seemed to be the hundredth time, you approached your house. As you both stood in front of your house, you turned to him and said, "Thanks for walking me home, Miles." You placed a kiss on his cheek. It seemed to be turning into a daily routine now.

"Anytime, princesa. Hasta luego." He smirked at you and watched you walk into your house before leaving.

Little did you know, that would be the last time he walked you home in a while.

Later that evening, you kicked your feet up on your couch and turned on the television. The first channel that popped up was the news channel. Reading the headline, your heart dropped into your stomach. It read,

"Police Captain Jefferson Davis Found Dead At 44.”

"Holy shit." You gasped. In an instant, you dropped the remote and tried to contact Miles. You tried calling but were sent immediately to voicemail. So you opted to text him, "I'm so sorry, Miles. I'm always here if you need to talk."

You left him multiple messages that night to no avail. The following day at school, you tried to scout him out in the halls. But he was never there. You would call if you thought he would answer.

Miles and you always confided in each other. There was a mutual trust between the two of you. However, within less than twenty-four hours, Miles' demeanor completely changed.

Leaving him another message after school, you said, "Where have you been? I'm worried, Miles. But you know that already. Sorry for the messages."

No response yet again. He didn't even bother to read it.

Weeks passed by with little to no contact from Miles. He seemed to entirely disappear. Your concern only grew for him. You haven't even seen him in the hallways at school. There was no denying it, you were starting to miss him.

Although, today was a new day. And for the first time in what felt like a century, you saw him in the hall. He looked a fright. There were new frown lines on his face that weren't there before. He looked slimmer, even. His smug smirk that would always adorn his face around you was no longer present. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him nonetheless. Jogging up to him, you called out.

"Miles, wait." You softly said as you delicately grabbed his arm, not to startle him. He paused, looking back but not into your eyes. He shook your grip off, never making eye contact with you. "I just need some time, alright?" He told you. But what does 'some time' entail? What if he just didn't want anything to do with you in general?

He walked away and didn’t look back.

You felt your heart break into two as you watched him fade away from your view. It broke for both him and you. Seeing him like this pained you. But at the same time, your heart ached as he pushed you away in the process.

Yet, you granted him his wish. You stopped looking for him in the hall. You stopped trying to message him. You stopped leaving voicemails. Maybe if you gave him some time, things would smooth out. Grief is a long process, after all. You couldn't blame him for grieving.

Weeks turned into months without any contact from Miles. And it didn't seem like he was going to break that any time soon.

You fell back into your old routine, the one where you'd never met Miles. He was merely a stranger that you thought too often about. You walked home without him next to you. And into class alone as well. You no longer looked forward to walking with him at the end of the day. The walks home were infuriatingly quiet.

Every day you arrived at your doorstep but never felt at home. You had a home, and he was it.

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While you were getting books out of your locker, an arm slung around your shoulders. An almost familiar sensation. But it wasn't him. Far from him, actually.

Instead, it was no one other than Flash Thompson. His notorious blond hair and conceited attitude were tell-tale signs. You could almost smell the arrogance radiating off of him before you even acknowledged his presence.

"How are you, gorgeous?" He removed his arm from your shoulders to close your locker. Leaning his arm onto the locker above your head, he encased you on your locker with your back against it.

"I'm fine." You dryly responded, uninterested in his pursuits.

"That you are." He gave you a predatory smirk and winked at you. You mentally grimaced. "Anyway. You still with that Morales kid?"

Raising a brow at him, you respond, "We were never together.”

"Huh. He's always by your side, like an over-protective guard dog. So I assumed." Flash said. He wasn’t necessarily wrong. But that wasn't the case anymore. It hasn't been for some time.

This was one of the many times Flash had tried his advances on you. However, it never worked to his intentions since Miles was always there to tell him off. This time was different. Miles was nowhere in sight. At least, within your sight. Meaning Flash had an open opportunity with you. There was no Miles around to try and bite his head off.

"Yeah, well. Not anymore." You muttered. Suddenly feeling awkward, you directed your stare anywhere other than Flash's hungry gaze. An uncomfortable cold shiver ran down your spine.

Flash leaned in, his fingers pushing a strand of your hair away from your face. Whispering in your ear, he told you, "That's too bad. I could treat you better than him, though. He doesn't have to know, baby.”

You looked up at him and tried to hide the disgust that was forming on your face. But, hey. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, you tried to convince yourself. This was a chance to get over Miles. His hold on you was ridiculous, considering you were never actually together. You weren’t going to wait for him to crawl back to you.

You put a hand on Flash’s chest in an attempt to push him away from you. But he misinterpreted it and encased his palm over your hand that was laying on his chest. “See? You’re warming up to me already. You don’t need him.” He cockily said.

Turning your head away from him, you said, “I don’t know, Flash. I’ll think about it.” pretending to consider it. He gave you a displeased look, "What's there to think about? We would be good together, babe." he tried to persuade you. It was evident that he wasn't going to give up anytime soon.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Miles turned around the corner and instantly spotted you. He’s been skipping almost every day. All of a sudden, he felt glad that he didn’t skip today as he saw you with Flash Thompson. Way too close for his comfort. And then he saw your hand on Flash’s chest. That was his breaking point.

Miles saw nothing but red as he walked over to the two of you. If looks could kill, Flash would've been dealt with by the first second he walked around the corner. He sneered, "Back the fuck off my girl, Thompson." shoving him in the chest away from you.

You couldn’t believe him. After all that time, now is when he decides to make an appearance. He was the one that cut you out of his life. Not you, but him. Huffing at him, you spoke up before Flash did. "I'm not your girl. You've made that clear." You rolled your eyes in irritation.

Flash gave Miles a smug smirk at your words, "You heard her. So go fuck yourself, Morales." He spat at Miles, getting up close and personal with him. As Flash glared at Miles, it was clear he was trying to intimidate him. It wasn't working.

You almost didn't comprehend what was happening as a fist collided with Flash's face, knocking him down momentarily. He groaned in pain, holding onto his nose as blood dripped from it.

“What the fuck?” You screeched at Miles’ outburst. Flash was still laying on the floor, stumbling to get up. Before it could escalate further, you pulled Miles by his arm and dragged him into an empty supply closet. Miles opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

"The fuck is wrong with you, Miles? You don't speak to me for months and now you suddenly want something to do with me?" You said in disbelief.

He said bluntly, "I don't want to see you with him again."

His hands traveled over the curve of your hips to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You tried to get out of his touch. Or, you would've. But his hands on you felt too natural. He felt right.

That didn’t mean you’d let him off easy. This was the first conversation you both held in months.

"Well for the past few months, you didn't want to be seen with me either." You quipped, aggravated. His sudden change of heart polarized your emotions. You were conflicted with yourself.

He shook his head, “I’m sorry, mami. There’s shit going on that I couldn’t involve you in. I can’t bring you down with me.” He uncharacteristically apologized.

His words made you become hyper-aware of his hands on your waist. The way he rubbed circles into your skin with his thumbs. How you almost folded under his touch, but maintained your unbothered facade. No matter how much time has passed, he still made your heart race.

You scoffed at him and continued, "I’m not going to wait around for you like some lovesick puppy. Do you want me or not, Miles?"

Without a moment of hesitation, he quickly said, “You have no fucking idea.” Inspecting his eyes, you tried to find deception within them. What you saw in return was the gaze of a man starved.

“Then earn me.” Glaring up at him, you harshly retorted as you furrowed your brows at him. But one more look into each other's eyes was all it took for the tension to snap in half.

He grabbed you by the waist swiftly and pulled you in, your lips finally connecting. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your bodies pressed together against the wall of the closet, knocking over supplies. The pent-up frustrations inside of you came undone as you kissed him with all the fiery passion you could muster. You bit his lower lip, making him groan against your mouth. That was a sound you realized you'd love to hear on repeat. Your lips moved together in perfect harmony. Like they were made to fit each other.

His hand traveled to the back of your head into your hair as he pulled it softly, making you muffle a whimper into his mouth.

Miles pulled away for a split second to whisper with a smirk, "Cállate, hermosa. But I'm down if you want everyone to hear." His lips were hovering over yours, only seconds away. You felt both of your chests heaving against one another, his breath overlapping yours. You were sure he could feel your heartbeat.

"Fuck you, Miles." You briskly closed the small distance between both of your lips once again before he could make a crude remark about how 'you'd like that'.

You spent the rest of the class period cooped up with him in the minimal space of the supply closet.

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After school, you looked for Miles. Something you've been restraining yourself from doing over these past few months. However, you were hoping things were different now. In a good way. You'd think spending some quality time in a supply closet together would change things.

But as you looked across the courtyard, Miles was nowhere to be seen. You felt irritated with him once again, but you weren’t going to let him cut you out of his life for a second time.

So you did what any rational person would do. You visited his house to talk with him. You believed that if you had a decent conversation with him, it would fix what broke between the two of you. After all, his mother did tell you that you were always welcome there. His house was the place the both of you created a collection of memories. Memories that you stayed up late thinking about. Before it all went downhill. Knocking on the door, his mother answered it.

You greeted her with a smile, "Hola, Mrs. Morales! Is Miles here?" She gave you a knowing look. Mrs. Morales always did have a knack for knowing exactly what was going on.

Nodding her head, she told you "You caught him at a good time. He's been in and out with his Uncle lately. Come on in." She promptly led you inside the house.

"Gracias, Mrs. Morales." You told her before you made a beeline for Miles' room. Stopping right in front of his door, you knocked. Silence came from the other side. "Miles, I'm going to come in. Please don't be naked." You covered your eyes with your palm as you opened his door.

You didn't hear any yells of protest, so you assumed it was safe to peek through your fingers. As you removed your hand from your face, you noticed he was climbing through his own window. But that's not what made you stop in your tracks. Rather, it was his attire. He wasn't naked by any means. Instead, he was wearing the infamous suit that you've seen on the news time and time again. Over the past few months. The correlation clicked in your brain. He wasn't purposely avoiding you for the last few months. His life was just turned upside down in more than one way. He turned into the Prowler.

He looked just as shocked as you while he climbed through his window. "Fuck, what are you doing here, mami?" He frantically asked.

Closing the door behind you, you said, "I came to speak to you, but it seems like all my questions are answered now." You felt numb.

He didn't have a response. He didn't know what to tell you. It was exactly what it looked like. There were no words exchanged, but much was said within those silent moments.

Breaking the silence, you exclaimed, "Y'know what? Forget it. Forget I came here. Matter of fact, forget we ever met." You just about had it. Miles, the one that used to walk you home, being the Prowler was not exactly something you predicted.

"You know I can't do that." He said. You started to back away from him, turning away. He grabbed your arm with a feather-like touch, despite wearing his steel claws. You knew he wasn't going to hurt you. Not physically, at least. "Just let me explain."

"What is there to explain? That you've been avoiding me for months because you're the Prowler? I don't think anything else needs to be said." You let out a faint melancholic chuckle.

He stared into your eyes as he removed his claws, gently grasping your shoulders. "Mami, just listen to me." He pleaded, "You understand now why I couldn't tell you. That's why I had to stay away. This business is the shit I can't have you affiliated with."

"If you don't want me affiliated, then don't join it." You snapped at him, pushing a finger into his chest.

Your response set off something inside of him as he blurted out, "I'm in love with you. Shit, I love you so fucking much. I always have. You're the only one that's ever on my mind, 'ight? If I permanently lost you, I'd never come back from that."

Those were precisely the words you've been waiting ages to hear. But not like this.

"Miles. I can't be a part of this. I don't want to do this 'back and forth' thing. I can't do this. Not with you." Turning your back on him again, you tried to hold your composure as you stepped away. Out of his grasp. You had no intention to break down in front of him. This time, you were the one walking away. You were going to be the one leaving him.

"Wait," He called out, his voice faltering. You were slipping through his fingers, right in front of his eyes. If he had to beg you to stay, so be it. Even after all that time apart, you've been the sole reason he woke up in the morning. He couldn't afford to let you leave him for good.

"Quédate conmigo, mami. Por favor. I can't lose you again." His voice trembled with desperation. Your steps hesitated, his words plunging knives directly into your heart. You've never seen him like this. And it was a sight you never wished to see again.

So you obliged. You might as well have taken what you said and thrown it in the trash. He had the ability to change your mind with only a few words. Turning back to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. He reciprocated as he enveloped your waist with his arms.

You buried your face in his neck as you whispered, "Don't fucking do that again. Don't shut me out." You placed a light kiss on it. You continued, "I love you too, Miles." removing your face from his neck to stare up into his eyes.

"I promise, mami. It's only ever been you." He softly said, pressing his lips to yours. You kissed back with just as much delicacy.

You were aware it was an incredibly dangerous business Miles was involved in. For him, you'd give up anything. You hadn’t a clue what being involved with the Prowler would exactly entail. It was something you both would have to figure out together.

Your relationship was by no means perfect. But you were both learning. As long as it was with him, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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¿Cómo está mi ángel hoy? - How's my angel today?

Princesa - Princess

Adiós/Chao - Bye

Cállate - Shut up, be quiet

Hermosa - Beautiful

Quédate conmigo - Stay with me

Por favor - Please

(yes the title is a childish gambino reference)

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bl0-0d-y · 11 months

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A/n(It is time everyone for me to do headcanons cause I feel silly

Also, this will be abt alejandro vargas (he's my baby)

TW: smut , p in v, (pussy eating?) Missionary, breeding , spanking , bondage, swearing, biting, praise, squirting

Let me know if I missed something cause I feel tired asg

This is with chubby reader btw cause I think we need more of these

I do apologise if it is horrible I'm still new

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˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖- he will honestly grab Ur thick , voluptuous thighs only for them to be littered in bite marks and hand prints

☆- That's it

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☆ - That's it.

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heavenlyraindrops · 4 months

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♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Twenty Three♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Twenty Three Warnings: profanity, Alastor is an asshole Visit my pinned post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Twenty Three]

“He’s planning to what?”

You stared at Velvette and Valentino in shock. Valentino groaned, readjusting himself into a more comfortable position on the couch. Velvette rolled her eyes.

“What? It’s not really a big deal.”

“It sure fuckin’ is if he’s gonna probably tear down the princesses hotel in the process,” you spluttered.

“Well, you knew this would happen if Alastor pissed him off again,” Velvette sighed, exasperated. You were almost shaking with frustration at their dismissive behaviour.

“What did that red… twink even do this time?” No, I need Alastor alive. You shook the thought away. Hah, like Vox’ll kill him anyways. You turned to look outside the large red windows, scratching at your arms. Could he?

“Uh, nothing, Vox just woke up today and was probably on his period or something,” Velvette said, not looking up from her phone. Your eye twitched.

“There has to be a reason.”

Velvette rolled her eyes, slamming the phone down. “Look, babes, he’ll be fine.”

Your mind flashed to Charlie and Vaggie, Lucifer, even though you didn’t want it to, and unwelcome concern swelled in your chest. “It’s not him I’m worried about.”

Valentino and Velvette both quirked an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, whether it was out of disinterest or that they were simply too intimidated to ask, watching you pace around the room clawing at your hair, you didn’t know. And weren’t specifically bothered to try and find out.

“The princesa could probably take care of herself,” Valentino scoffed. “And she has her daddy too, doesn’t she?”

You flinched, then scowled. “Ugh, shut your fat mouth. Your breath smells like all those cocks you suck.” The constant stress had turned your tongue sharp.

Valentino threw his hands in the air. “Uh, for your information, I’m the one getting sucked,” he retorted, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, so you’re a whore, nice to know.”

Velvette stood up, sighing as she patted down her hair. “Babes, Val was right. For the uh,” she side eyed him. “First bit. It’s not likely Vox will be able to land a single dent on the princesses little passion project.”

You swallowed your formulating words, retorts, arguments, like pills, using Valentino and Velvette’s logic as the water to make it go down. They were right. But then-

“Well, aren’t you concerned about Vox?”

Velvette shrugged. “He’ll be fine. He’ll realize he’s out of his depth and come crawling back. Or, he doesn’t and we’ll just bail him out. Now sit down and shut up.”

You licked your lips nervously, but didn’t say anything, instead crossing your arms and squeezing into the couch next to Vel. Everything fell quiet.

“But there has to be a reason,” you said finally.

Velvette and Valentino groaned.

“Listen ángel, Voxxy gets pissed over nothing all the time. Just wait for him to come back soon or go get him if you’re so worried.”

You chewed your lip, worried about running into Lucifer at the hotel, yet- maybe you wanted that. You let out a frustrated groan, grating at the back of your throat.

“Ugh fuck you,” you muttered to no one in particular as you burrowed your way deeper into the couch cushions. Velvette rolled her eyes and turned back to her phone.

Ping.

“Oh, lovely.” She rolled her eyes. You stood up.

“What is it? It’s him, isn’t it?”

She pursed her lips.

“Isn’t it?”

“I- yeah. Maybe we should go to-“

You were already out the door.

Alastor chuckled, tapping the top of his microphone with a clawed finger. A small buzz emitted from it.

“Why the fuck would you provoke an overlord and bring them to our doorstep?” Vaggie snarled, running her hands through her hair. Charlie looked stricken. Alastor sighed, readjusting his gloves as he peered out through the window.

“Don’t worry, dear, I’ll take care of it,” he snapped, smile strained. Vaggie’s voice grated along his ears- could she be more irritating?

The TV played on in the background. Your face flashed on the screen, smiling contentedly as you held a phone to your ear.

Voxtech- it’s angel approved!

You turned to look straight at the camera, and winked, speaking: “Trust us!”

Alastor’s jaw clenched.

Lucifer stared at your face wordlessly, enraptured for a split second, then turned to Alastor. “He sounded pretty riled up when he, uh-“ he pointed at the screen- “showed up on our fucking TV and started cursing you out!”

Alastor rolled his eyes. “He’ll most likely show up by himself in a fit of anger-“

“What did you say to him?” Charlie groaned.

He flexed his fingers. “It’s not my fault I simply wanted to address his obsession with me. How was I meant to know I’d strike a nerve?” His smile widened.

Truth be told, he did know it would strike a nerve. He’d lure you to the hotel directly, but had no means of contacting you- he just counted on you showing up as Vox’s backup should things go south for the flatscreen TV. And if that meant slagging Vox using his heartbreak and trauma as a basis, how could he refuse? It was two birds with one stone.

And as for toying with Vox’s feelings- well. Alastor adjusted his bow tie. Romantic feelings were unfathomable, and therefore, not his problem- especially if they belonged to Vox.

As for his motivations?

He took a single glance at Lucifer’s face, the shadows under his eyes, the lines of stress, the way he longingly looked at your face on the television, and the satisfaction that stirred in the Radio Demon’s chest said more than enough. Not only that, but if he could use your emotions to his advantage, he could even lay claim to your soul. Imagine the things he could do with an angel by his side, at his beck and call… his mouth watered at just the thought-

“Alastor…” Vaggie’s voice was a low warning.

“What if he’s angry enough to bring [name] along with him?” Charlie wailed, then froze. “What if she smites us?”

Lucifer groaned. “Charlie, [name] isn’t that powerful.” His throat clenched up. “You have me, I’ll just…”

“What? Kill her?” Alastor suggested. Lucifer flinched, hard.

“I’ll kill you first, Bambi,” he hissed. Alastor laughed.

“Still can’t believe you’d rile up another overlord on purpose,” Vaggie snapped. Alastor rolled his eyes, a dull ache forming in the back of his head.

“It will be completely fine,” he drawled. “Vox can hardly lay a finger on this place.”

“He better not,” Vaggie spat.

Something crashed outside, accompanied by a shout and then: “Come out, you red fucker!” Causing everyone to look at each other simultaneously.

“That’s your cue,” Lucifer snapped, flicking his head at the door. Alastor’s lip curled wryly.

He stepped outside.

Vox clutched his arm where he had tripped and fallen, from spontaneously shooting out of a street lamp- charming, sure. Alastor tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “May I help you?”

“You know what the fuck you did,” Vox snarled. “Sometimes, you bastard, you just take things too far.”

“So what? Everything I said was true. Plus, are three rejections not enough for you to take the hint?” He smirked, tapping his cane on the ground.

“Rejections from what?” Vox hissed, eyes narrowing. “Stop making it out like I fucking asked you out or something.”

“Oh, but you wanted me, didn’t you?” Alastor taunted. “Shame that disappearing for seven years couldn’t shake you off- you are quite clingy.” Twisted versions of the truth spilled from his lips, woven as quickly as they were spoken. “I wonder how Valentino feels.” He sighed. “Shame he still indulges in all those other… people, despite your obvious attempts to make a true connection- it seems he simply doesn’t want to commit. Although, is it to you specifically, or…?”

“Oh, piss off. Stop stalking my sex life.” Vox’s voice wavered. “And Valentino doesn’t make commitments.”

Alastor snapped his fingers. “So it is that.”

Vox almost short circuited, and without thinking, he threw himself at Alastor, who pulled away before Vox could touch him.

“Oh, you wanna dance?” Vox spat.

Alastor’s shoulders tensed. Vox’s face split into a pissed grin.

“Let’s fucking dance.”

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footballlover8 · 1 year

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Vs Model!Insta Au ||Pedri González Lopez

Warnings: hinting too some suggestive content.(let me know if there is anything else)

Requested:Yes/No

Fc:Adriana Lima

A/n:Not that good at writing Insta au’s! But I love finding pictures and stuff, so hope you guys like it regardless!❤️

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Fan7:She’s so pretty😍

Fan59:She doesn’t even really have too try🥰 She looks flawless regardless…all the pictures Pedri shares of her sleeping, she looks beautiful all the time!❤️

Fan43:Why does Pedri sound like a creep?

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@Pedri

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Pedri: ¿Cómo se ve tan guapa mi princesita?😍🤤 Estoy muy orgulloso de ti, ángel mío❤️

(How does my little princess look so beautiful?) (so proud of you my Angel)

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Pablogavi:please don’t ever put that drooling emoji and my sister together ever again thank you.

Pedri:You’re just jealous 🙄

Pablogavi:IT’S MY SISTER!????

Pedri:Omg you’re so stupid, you’re jealous because you can’t have ME

Y/n.PG04:que…?

(What..?)

Fan71:She’s just as confused as us…😭

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@Y/n.PG04

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Y/n.PG04:living in a fairytale💙

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Pedri:you’re an Angel😍

Pablogavi:A little proud, I guess…

Y/n.PG04:Love you too hermano!

Mikkykiemeney:Proud mother!😍😘

annalewandowska:proud of you guapa!😘

Fan44:How does she look so pretty????

Fan86:Just all the footballers casually liking y/n’s post….

Pedri:I hate it

Fan65:BAHAHAH PEDRI

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@Pedri

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Pedri:finally got the princess her little puppy❤️

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Pablogavi:You spoil her too much hermano!

Pedri:!!!?????? YOU DO TOO????

Pablogavi:Shut up

Fan5:AWWWWW!!! WHATS ITS NAME…?

Y/n.PG04:His name is Hugooooooo!🥰 Like João’s brother!

Joaofelix79:Why did you name him after my brother?

Y/n.PG04:Hugo is an adorable name!!!

Hugofelix18:Feeling honored🙏

Y/n.PG04:Your welcome☺️

Fan8:I love how Hugo got involved😭

Fan6:I love their relationship too much😍

Fan99:Gonna die if they don’t get married🥰

Fan2:Nice emoji association…😃

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@Y/n.PG04

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Y/n.PG04:I also get hard sometimes my g😃

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Pablogavi:Really hope that was a joke…for your own good @pedri…..

Pedri:Yeah…of course it was hermano!

Mikkykiemeney:Definitely not a joke…

Y/n.PG04:Definitely not

Ferrantorres:You’re in trouble big guy…

Pedri:Shut up!

Fan3:They are fucking adorable and a lil kinky at the same time…

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Fan7:Why is that so fucking cute?

Taia_belloli:IM DEAD GIRL😭😭😭

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Katrinefogtfriis:You did him dirty😭😭

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Daniterstegen:I think Your brother accidentally kicked a ball in my husbands face instead of your Boyfriends….he came home with a bruise on his eye😭😭😭

Y/n.PG04: @pablogavi !!! DID YOU SAY SORRY????

Pablogavi:IT WAS AN ACCIDENT AND YES I SAID SORRY…..

Pedri:Not only a bad aim at girls it seems….

Pablogavi:SHUT UP

Fan3:DYINGGGG

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@Pedri

Liked by Y/n.PG04, barcelonawags, Mikkykiemeney and 851.429 others

Pedri:Still Don’t know what princess treatment is but @Y/n.PG04 told me too write it as the caption🤷‍♂️

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Y/n.PG04:CUTIE PATOOTIEEEEE🥹🥰

Frenkiedejong:Even I know what that is…you’re an oblivious man.

Pedri:Then will you tell me what it is!???

Fan76:So cuteeeee! Omg🥰

Pablogavi:A little cute…just a little

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Fan5:Awwww, trying not too cry because he feels lonely!❤️😭

Mikkykiemeney:Sweetest couple on earth!

Frenkiedejong:Excuse me?

Mikkykiemeney:We’re married you idiot

Y/n.PG04:no emoji in the end hits hard…

Mikkykiemeney:❤️

Taia_belloli:I agree with mikky here!

Daniterstegen:Me too!

Saraguendogan:Me three😍

Danielalexmachado:yesss me four!😘 (if that’s a thing..)

Abioliivera: Me five!💓

annalewandowska:Have too join in then… Me six!🥰

Fan53:Awww! He does her hair!!!

Y/n.PG04:YESSSS! He can even braid!

Fan80:Awww! I bet her learnt it just for her!

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#football x reader #football x y/n #pedri #pablo gavi x sister!reader #insta au #pedri insta au #football insta au #pedri x reader #pedri x y/n #pedri x you #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri gonzalez lopez #Pedri Gonzalez lopez x reader #Pedri fluff #pedri fanfic #pedri one shot #pedri blurb

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wavypotatochips · 2 years

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Hey angel! I’ve loved all the Sergio fics you’ve written! Can I request reader being younger than him and dating him but she’s never been with anyone in bed so she has her first time with him please? And he’s very sweet and patience and he never forces himself on her please? Thank you 🙏

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 [ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, Minors DNI ]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2.3k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: This took me so long because I have never wrote NSFW before, but ya knowwww first time for everything right? ANYWAYSSS I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

You are head over heels in love with Sergio Ramos, a man who makes your heart skip a beat every time you see him. You love the way he laughs, the way he talks, and the way he looks at you with those warm, affectionate eyes. Every moment spent with Sergio feels like a blessing, whether you're going out on a date or simply spending time together at home. You feel like you can be your true self around him, and he accepts you unconditionally for who you are. When you're apart, you find yourself daydreaming about Sergio, thinking about all the wonderful moments you've shared and all the exciting adventures you have yet to experience together. You can't wait to see him again, to hold him close, to feel his warm embrace. Despite the media's constant attempts to portray you as being with him solely for financial gain due to your 3-year age difference, it is obvious that you are madly in love with him.

You walk into your home to the delightful aroma of delicious food cooking in the kitchen, and as you approach, you see Sergio donning a chef's hat and apron, fully engrossed in the art of cooking. You laugh as you ask, "What's cookin' good lookin'?" while admiring his chef attire and thinking how adorable he looks. You informed Sergio before you left earlier that you didn't want to go anywhere for your anniversary because you simply wanted to spend time with him and him only. Despite your current fame as a model, your upbringing in poverty left you with the belief that you shouldn't spend a lot of money on pricier items. Sergio believed that by preparing a meal for you, he might add some personal touches to the evening as he is aware that you don't like to flaunt your riches or eat at upscale establishments. With a big smile on his face, Sergio greets you with a warm hug and kiss, then turns your attention to the kitchen table, where he has set up a beautifully decorated table with candles, flowers, and your favorite music playing in the background. As it was a beautiful day outdoors when you were shopping, you are wearing a yellow sundress and white sandals to show off your newly painted toes. You smile and lean forward to take in the fragrance of the flowers, " Cariño, no tenías que hacer todo esto (Honey, you didn't have to do all of this)," you say. "I have to, of course. Las princesas siempre deben ser tratadas como tal. ( Princesses should always be treated like one.)" Your smile is still present as you shake your head. He has always been a gentleman towards you.

“You didn't find anything you liked?,” He questions seeing you don't have any shopping bags as he places a plate of delicious tomato and basil bruschetta, drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar in front of you. “No, I didn't find much… Thank you baby,” you respond as you pick up the piece of bread, biting into it. As you savor the flavors of the freshy tomatoes, Sergio tells you how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you in his life. "Cariño, solo quiero que sepas cuánto te amo y te adoro. Nunca me hubiera imaginado hace dos años que estaría con un ángel como tú. (Baby, I just want you to know how much I love and adore you. I would have never imagined two years ago I would be with an angel like you.) You are the most important person in my life, and I cannot imagine my world without you. Cada momento que pasamos juntos es un tesoro que atesoro con todo mi corazón. (Every moment we spend together is a treasure that I cherish with all my heart.)" Hearing his sincere remarks, you pout your bottom lip as his love and affection fill your heart. “Te amo y te adoro tanto, mi amor. (I love and adore you just as much, my love.) Thank you for being there for me and for showing me your unending affection.”

After you finish eating your "appetizer," Sergio takes the plate from you and puts it in the sink. A few minutes later he brings out a succulent roasted chicken, perfectly seasoned and cooked to perfection. He serves it alongside a colorful medley of roasted vegetables, including carrots, zucchini, bell peppers, and rice. He knows chicken and rice is your favorite and you dislike eating items that are too heavy on your stomach, so he thought he could cook it with a bit more of his personal touch. Given that you are often the one cooking and that if not you, he hires a chef, you are taken aback when you see the plate in front of you. He removes the chef's hat and coat he is wearing, hangs them up in the kitchen, and then sits across from you. “Let's eat shall we?,” he says and you eagerly nod. Throughout the dinner, Sergio keeps you entertained with his charming personality and witty jokes, making sure you feel loved and cherished. Overall, the evening is a perfect celebration of your love for each other, and you couldn't have asked for a better partner than Sergio Ramos.

The two of you went into the living room after supper to watch a movie and drink wine. The wine bottle is empty by the time the movie is an hour into it, and the two of you are making out.

Moaning against his lips, you are straddling his waist and exchanging saliva. He presses you into him by placing his hands on your ass and starting to rock you back and forth. Although dressed in jeans, he has a noticeable bulge. You start to experience intense arousal, and you decide that this is the night you want him to take your virginity. Two years have passed since you two started dating, and those two years have been full of love, charm, and happiness. Just as you wanted to see all of him, you also wanted him to see all of you. Sergio never makes you do anything you didn't want to do; he always asks you first before moving forward. The way you are leading the kiss and pressing against him a little more firmly than usual has given him the impression that you might go farther this time. Normally, after you two make out, he goes into the bathroom to satisfy himself with his hand.

"Want take this to the room?" you ask as you gently pry yourself away from him. He pants as well, asking, "Are you sure?," because he knows you already know what that will result in. You nod while biting your lower lip. As he pulls you up, he presses his lips once more against yours and gives you a tender kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist as he proceeds towards the bedroom. He kicks open the bedroom door, groaning into your lips as he lays you on the bed. When your dress rises, he crawls on top of you, lovingly kissing your neck before laying his hand on your exposed thigh. He rubs your thigh and asks, "May I?," edging ever-closer to your panties. Your panties are soaked just from him stroking your thigh and the earlier things he did. You bite your lower lip while nodding. "Words my love," he raises his head and begins to nip at your earlobe. After your makeout session, you still can't catch your breath as you pant out, appearing to be out of breath, "Yes, my love." He presses his lips once more on yours while massaging your clit with his hands as he glides over your underwear. Your gasp from the unknown wonderful sensation allows him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You thrust your hips upward to exert greater pressure on his hand, which makes him sneer in defiance of your demands. He bites your bottom lip, pulls back a little, and mumbles against your lips, “Princess is so eager, huh?,” before releasing go. He stops touching your panties, gets out of bed, and starts to unbuckle his belt and take off his shirt. He needed his boner to be released because it was throbbing and felt trapped against his pants. He unzips his pants and lets them fall to the ground as he flings his belt to the ground. You start to fear you can't handle him as you open your eyes slightly in response to how huge his bulge was, but the tingling sensation between your thighs told you otherwise. As you spread your legs wider to allow him to fit between you, he leans back on top of you and presses his lips hungrily back against yours. Only the thin cotton of your damp underwear and his boxers were in between the two of you, so you can feel his boner more intensely. He moves your panties to the side and runs his finger over the wet slit before inserting one of his fingers. As your legs tighten up against him, you gasp at the sensation. He gently pulls his lips away from yours as he enjoys the sound of your small moans against his ear. He keeps moving slowly until he thinks he can add another finger. When he finally does, you whimper in pleasure. You had touched yourself before, so you are not entirely naïve, but his fingers felt very different from yours. You start to press your hips against his fingers in an effort to get him to move more quickly, but he resists. Instead, he reclines and asks, "Are you sure you want to do this? " while gazing down at your face. With love in his eyes, he continues, "If you're not sure, it's okay, darling.

You nod your head, determined that this is what you want, “I want it. I want you.” Sergio has always made you feel comfortable throughout the entire relationship and by him reassuring you that it is okay if you do not want it only made you want him even more. You love this boy with your entire heart. He kisses your forehead, nodding his head as he begins to kiss and suck on your neck, more than likely creating hickies, as he begins to slip off his boxers. Once his boxers are off, he begins to slip your panties down as well until they are completely off. Once they are off, he rubs his tip against your slit to lube it up with your wetness. He kisses you on your lips, “Tell me if it is too much, Okay?” He says, causing you to nod your head. He begins to slowly push his tip inside, the feeling being uncomfortable for you as it was a weird sensation. Meanwhile, Sergio is trying not to cum already from the tightness of your pussy wrapped around his tip. He groans against your ear, causing you to feel turned on even more. He begins to slowly thrust his tip in you back and forth until your pussy welcomes him more and more. Your legs begin to clench against him, you pant softly as you tremble underneath him. Maybe because you are a secret masochist, but the slight painful but pleasurable feeling made you feel so good. “I love you so much, you know that?,” He whispers against your ear as he continues to go deeper inside of you. By now, your mind begins to feel cloudy as you are only focussing on the feeling of him entering inside of you. He makes sure to go slow, until now, he is about 2 inches inside of you. He feels himself not being able to fully go inside as your hymen was restricting him. “Princess this may hurt a little bit, but I promise itll feel okay after?,” he says as he kisses your forehead. You nod your head biting your bottom lip softly as he wraps one around your neck forcing your head to press against his chest. He thrust harder inside of you, causing your hymen to break, and allow him to get half way inside. You wince harshly as you grip his sides, a shaky breath escapes your lips. Sergio is using all of his internal strength to not bust inside of you as you squeezed him tightly. As he lets go of you so your head can lay back on the bed, he begins to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and remain still so you could get used to his size before he continues on. A few minutes pass and you begin to move yourself up and down, hinting you wanted him to continue on. He gets the memo and continues on, thrusting inside of you slowly until he is fully inside of you.

As the minutes pass, you become more at ease with him inside of you, and the pleasure outweighs the discomfort, and you are able to adjust yourself. Your dress hem is now up to your belly button as you throw your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. This allows him to push deeper into you, which makes him groan, "Damn Y/N you feel so amazing." You moan next to him and enjoy how his long, firm cock stuffed you.

The rest of the night followed by the both of you not just having sex, but making love.

Sergio has always been deeply in love with you. He is completely smitten by you and can't imagine his life without you. And of course, you feel the same way about him as you two have a strong and loving relationship. Sergio feels incredibly lucky to have been blessed with you in this lifetime, the one who loves him equally as much as he loves you. He is grateful for the love and joy that his girlfriend brings to his life, and he looks forward to a future filled with happiness and love.

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futbol16 · 2 years

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Your Four Tigers ・Barcelona Femení

Finally wrote this request! Hope you enjoy!

Request: "Could I request one where it takes place during El Clasico and the teams break into a fight, R usually the softest of the team but when she’s met with a heavy push and tries to stand up with a bloody face and concussed head, the entire barca team fires up especially mapi, alexia, amc and irene jdjhsgss your work is so good I’d die for this"

Part 2 La Princesa

Word count: 1,2k

Your team had been doing amazing in the Copa de la Reina so far, Barcelona leading 3-0 by the 52nd minute.

You have assisted two of those goals to Aitana and Mariona, Alexia assisting the first goal of the match to Lieke.

You’ve been on fire the whole game creating chances any second you got and racing past any and all of the Real Madrid players.

Perhaps that is why you had been targeted the entire match.

You’ve been tripped and pushed several times but you shook them off each time. You could see though that Alexia and Mapi weren’t taking it as lightly.

You were the most gentle and soft person the Barcelona team has ever played with and so a lot of your teammates often took it upon themselves to protect you, their Ángel.

You had four main protectors though, who took their job way more seriously than any teammate you ever had.

Mapi, Alexia, Irene and Ana-Maria, or your four tigers as they were often referred to by the spanish fans.

This was why as the game hit its 60th minute and Alexia was subbed off for Pina, Ana-Maria was jumping up and down on the sidelines, impatiently waiting for her number to be shown.

As she jogs onto the pitch she gives you a high five as she passes you, but the determined look in her eyes was hard to miss.

Your team’s next chance on goal arrives at the 67th minute and as you receive a pass from Asisat you neatly curve the ball into the top left corner of the goal.

Now that Barca is even more confident in their win, Real Madrid’s team seems to get more reckless with their tackles especially the ones directed at you.

It’s obvious that they are getting frustrated by your versatile gameplay.

You're somewhere near the halfline when Esther González corners you and tries to take the ball away from you, but you’re faster.

The next time you come face to face with the number 10, you end up on the ground.

You had the ball at your feet and as Esther ran at you, you attempted to nutmeg her which would have worked if you had watched out for the elbow coming at your face.

It’s too late though as her body turns, elbow smacking into the side of your head before she pushes you.

As she starts running towards your team’s goal the referee quickly blows her whistle as she realizes you’re still laid out on the turf and clearly in pain.

Sitting up you look up at the referee and see Irene running towards you out of the corner of your eye.

You’re still holding the right side of your head when she gets to you and she gently removes you hand allowing you to take a look at your palm. It only takes the sight of your own blood running down the length of your hand to get you panicking.

Irene immediately recognizes the look on your face and she moves closer to you, cradling your head and muttering gentle words into your ear. The referee is also calling for the medical team to get to the scene.

On the other side of the pitch, not too far from where you’re sitting with your bloodied face, Mapi and Ana-Maria are raging.

It’s not often that the two of them get along ever since their breakup happened, but your safety was always their priority.

They surround some of the Real Madrid players with your other Barca teammates and instantly get into a screaming match with Esther who is denying their accusations.

This only fuels their anger more and Mapi sends a shove to her shoulders, the girl stumbles back a bit and her teammates also join, pushing around the two blondes.

Mapi and Ana-Maria quickly turn it into a shoving-screaming match, yelling profanities into Esther’s face.

It takes a while for the referee to notice what’s going on but as she does, she starts separating the two teams, threatening anyone with a yellow card who would dare to move any closer.

Pulling out her yellow card she shows it towards Mapi and Ana and then she pulls out the red card writing Esther González’s name on it who’s then sent off the field.

The two blondes make their way over to you and Irene, the two of you now accompanied with three medics as they try to wash the blood off your face and check for a concussion.

One of the medics moves over to let the Barca players get closer to you and Mapi squats in front of you.

As your eyes focus on the number 4 you reach for her and Mapi smiles softly, taking ahold of your hand and squeezing it.

“I don’t want to go off, I wanna continue playing.” your voice comes out hoarse and Irene pushes a water bottle into your hand, urging you to drink from it.

“You have to go Y/N/N, we can’t risk you getting seriously hurt.” Crnogorcevic speaks up as she finally reaches you all.

It’s obvious to three out of your four tigers that you’re not done playing and Irene glances over to the medic assessing your cut. He shakes his head at her, indicating that you will not be allowed to get back.

“Come on cariño, let’s get you to Alexia.” Mapi tries and you reluctantly give in at the mention of your captain.

Mapi and Irene help you stand up and you lazily hold onto their waists as you’re led off the field, Mapi holding a rag to your head.

Reaching Alexia she studies your face a bit longer as the other two place a kiss on the crown of your head and get back on the field.

The medic from earlier approaches you two and informs Alexia that it would be best for you to be somewhere darker. The brunette hears your protests though and decides that the two of you would continue watching the match from the benches.

As you go to sit down next to her she pulls you into her lap to sit sideways and you automatically tuck your head into the crook of her neck.

For the last 15 minutes of the match she gently rubs a hand up and down on your back, Lieke also checking up on you every once in a while.

It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep in Alexia’s comforting embrace and as she later gets on the bus with you still wrapped up in her arms, the three other girls start arguing over who you get to sit with.

Alexia rolls her eyes at their banter, though smiling at the care.

She decides for them however, and makes her way to the back of the bus, sitting down on one of the four seats.

The other three look after her before springing into action and claiming a seat each, eagerly waiting as Alexia lays you over the four of their legs.

You stir a bit as your head is gently placed on someone’s thigh and Ana leans down.

“Go back to sleep bébé.” she whispers then presses a kiss to your cheek as you bury your face in her stomach.

A few seats in front of them Lieke and Leila giggle softly as they film the five of you before posting it on their Instagram stories.

You and your four tigers.

#barcelona femeni #woso one shot #woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #ana maria crnogorcevic #mapi leon x reader #irene paredes #futbol16

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valgreys · 5 months

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¡Yo! Estuve viendo Record of Ragnarok hoy y no pude evitar notar similitudes entre Jack y Alastor, así que aquí estamos, con un lineart de Al haciendo cosplay de Jack. 🤣 También se me ocurrió una historia que dudo escribir, pero dejaré por aquí una breve sinopsis, en caso alguien tenga curiosidad. 🤭

"Cuando el cielo determina que las almas de los pecadores no tienen salvación, se decide un exterminio masivo el infierno. Ante la perspectiva de una más que posible extinción, Charlie, la princesa del infierno, se opone al veredicto y, en un último acto desesperado, apela a una vieja cláusula que les concede a los pecadores una última oportunidad de lograr su supervivencia: un torneo que enfrentará a cielo e infierno en una serie de 7 batallas individuales. Tomando la situación como una broma, dada la ridícula idea de que un simple pecador pudiera vencer a un ángel, el cielo accede a la petición de la princesa y le otorga un mes de plazo para elegir a los 7 pecadores que representarán al infierno. Con el peso de la extinción completa sobre sus hombros, Charlie se embarcará en la difícil tarea de convencer a los pecadores más poderosos del infierno a unirse a su causa, misión que parece imposible, hasta que Alastor, uno de los demonios más temidos, decida unirse a su travesía imposible. Sin embargo, ¿Será suficiente el apoyo del demonio de la radio para lograr la ansiada supervivencia o el infierno estará destinado a enfrentar su inevitable final?"

Y así, cosas que se me ocurren en las noches de insomnio. 😂

#alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #charlastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel

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pxgeturner · 1 year

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Can I request a sfw alphabet with Miguel? ❤️ he is living on my mind these days..

i fear this is the fastest i’ve written smth ever, i believe. thank u non, people overlook fluff so often.

summer movie fest. masterlist

Affection – how are they with PDA?

— he is a man of moderation. He insists on having a hand on you (holding hands. shoulder, waist, lower back, hip) and possibly a small kiss here and there but nothing more.

Beauty – what part of you do they find to be their favorite?

— Miguel loves your eyes. How he could stare into them forever as they are the windows to your soul are you are the only place he finds true solace. Your hands are his anchor to this world; they tether him and remind him of his meaning.

Cuddles – are they a good cuddler?

— Y E S. no questions. This man is warm and big and is willing to be your pillow, big spoon, weight blanket, etc.

Domesticity – do they want to settle down?

— when he is presented with the opportunity he will lay down that white pickett fence and get you two those 2.5 kids (more if you want, naturally). He’ll do all the cooking and cleaning if you want, too.

Ending – how would they break up with you?

— he’d pick a neutral, but comfortable environment. Like a park. He’d lay down a blanket and really talk things out with you and make things as clear as possible.

Future – where do they see your relationship going?

— he’s all or nothing when it comes to relationships. He’ll take it as far as you’ll let him

Gentle – how gentle are they?

— he’d never, ever, ever hurt you. Princess treatment 24/7.

Hugs – what are their hugs like?

— all consuming, incredibly comforting.

In tune – how well can they read you?

— the statement “i know you like the back of my hand” has never been truer.

Jealousy – what are they like when they get jealous?

— he’d shut the idiot down and be attached to you for the rest of the event.

Kisses – are they a good kisser?

— ok so. Depends on what kind of miguel you meet. If it’s a post-gabriella miguel, your first kiss with him is earth shattering, knee-weakingly, delicious. If this is a no-gabriella miguel, the man has no experience, as he is a complete nerd. But he has such raw talent & potential. No one can claim my man does not have skills.

Love language – what’s their love language?

— generally he loves quality time and touch. But man loves to be given purpose, so gift giving and acts of service are his jam.

Memories – their favorite memory with you?

— man has a journal dedicated to all your milestones and all things you. He carries it everywhere and updates it constantly because everything is important. But. this one night you called him in the middle of the night because you had his nightmare is a page he turns to regularly. You had been dating for maybe a month. But the fact that you trusted him to make you feel safe, even half asleep. It was everything to him.

Nicknames – what nicknames are used between you two?

— for you: ángel, muñeca, niña bonita, baby, doll, tiny, pequeña, chaparrita (chapis), mi cielo, mi vida, amor(cita), corazón, mami, princess (princesa). For him: big guy, papi, amor, mi cielo, mi vida, guapo.

Open – how open with their emotions are they

— by the time your relationship is official (he’s dorkily excited to be your boyfriend) he’s not afraid of anything you have his total trust.

Patience – are they a hot head?

— he’s quite the opposite of a hothead with you :) you are his girl. All the patience in the world. Again you get princess treatment ONLY.

Quality time – how much time do they spend with you?

— any second he can spend with you, he does. He brings you to work regularly (whether to an office jon or to HQ– no you are not allowed to ‘field trip’ a mission)

Xenos – what’s something strange about them?

— man collects your garbage, lol. Lemonade lid from your tenth date. Forgotten hair ties and bobby pins. Napkin that has a lipstick mark.

Yuck – what’s what of their icks?

— don’t mess with his tech, for the love of all things holy do not try to mess with any of it. That is like. The only thing i can think of that can really set him off. I mean if you flirt with someone else that’s no.2 but that would never happen.

Zzz – what are their sleeping habits?

— if you’re spending the night with him, he can’t go to bed until after you’re all settled in the cozy blankets.

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starandcloud · 1 year

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Drabble

A lil drabble that MIGHT be fleshed out-

This was originally going to be Y/N being a petty bitch but I also wrote this while overthinking that my boyfriend didn't love me anymore, so I 100% projected onto Y/N here

Like they're at school and no one knows that the twins are dating Y/N so this exchange student (I dunno bare with me please-) is actively flirting with Myles and Miles and it's really starting to piss Y/N off. Don't get me wrong, the boys are loyal and rejecting her advances. It was (42) Myles who noticed you getting upset first and literally walked away mid-conversation and sat in front of you. Crossing his arms on the desk and laying his head there.

"Mami? What's wrong?"

Which caught Miles' attention, making him come over and move a desk to face you.

"Cariño?"

Your face was tense as you ignored them. The twins looked at each other, knowing damn well something was bothering you but didn't know what. So for the next ten minutes they took turns pet naming you.

"Amor?" "Precioso?" "Ángel?" "Cariño?"

"Querido?"

They asked at the same time, which broke your vow of silence and you whined softly as they both smiled at you.

"What's wrong Mami? What's botherin' our girl?"

Myles asked, his voice soft and gentle as he gently held one of your hands.

"Did someone say something to you?"

Miles asked as he took your other hand, rubbing small circles into the back of your hand as Myles tightly squeezed your hand.

"Tell us Cariño, we can't help you if you don't tell us what's wrong..."

Myles said as he stared into your eyes.

"That girl... She keeps flirting with you... I-I don't like it..."

You said as you looked down as tears welled in your eyes. You weren't typically the type to feel invalid in your own relationship because of another person but... She was just so much prettier than you and was smarter too, the top of your class, so you couldn't help but feel invalid. You didn't notice the terrifying stares both boys gave the girl as Miles grabbed his and his twins bags as Myles grabbed yours and messaged their uncle something before leading you out of the room. It wasn't exactly like people weren't aware you were the twin's girl but they weren't expecting this. The two boys walked you to the office and Miles signed you out as a familiar car rolled into the parking lot. It wasn't until you were in the car and cuddled up to Myles' chest you realized who's car it was.

"So I heard you were havin' a bad day Y/N, everythin' okay?"

Uncle Aaron asked and you just buried your nose face in Myles' chest making the twins, and their uncle, frown. Myle's rubbed your back as the younger of the twins scrolled through his phone before leaning up to his uncle and whispered something in his ear. When the car rolled to a stop outside of a store and Miles slipped out of the car with Uncle Aaron. Myles rubbed your back and whispered sweet affections into your ear as he left soft kisses on your cheek and neck. Those soft actions made you relax into him, about twenty minutes passed and the car doors opened and slammed signaling that Miles and Aaron were back. Cuddling into Myles more, you nuzzled your nose against his neck and whispered.

"I'm missing math..."

Your comment made Myles laugh as he held you tight.

"We can get the notes tomorrow Corazón, right now. We're gonna focus on you, and how you're la chica más perfecta que he visto"

You blushed darkly as you lifted your head to pout but Myles captured your lips before you got the chance to complain. You whined softly until Miles gently pulled you away from his twin and kissed you as well.

And the bickering ensued.

"I wasn't done kissing her." "I don't care, you held her the entire time Uncle Aaron and I were in the store." "That's your fault for going in with him" "Uncle Aaron doesn't know what la Princesa likes."

Their bickering made you laugh and give them both a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"You two are adorable..."

You whispered out before Miles pulled you from Myles' lap, making you playfully scream and laugh loudly.

"Hey you three, don't be causing to much ruckus, it's a distraction to the driver"

Aaron warned and the three of you obediently nodded. The rest of the ride was more or less quiet as the twins took turns kissing your cheek or neck, they weren't to picky, and telling you how perfect you were.

#earth 42 miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales #Twins AU #ATSV drabble #Drabble #Myles Morales #Miles Morales #Myles Morales x reader x Miles Morales

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angelustful · 2 years

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SPANISH NICKNAMES THEY WOULD CALL YOU

— established relationship, demon bros x Hispanic/Latino reader, fluff, suggestive names ahead. some nicknames are specified for afab/female readers . In some nicknames it’s specified for some of them, not all of the nicknames.

muñeca, mami, princesa, chiquita/chaparrita, guapa, preciosa, nena, tesoro, bebé

— mammon, asmodeus, belphegor, solomon, beelzebub

mi amor, linda/lindo, mi vida, ángel, querida, lindura

— lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, simeon, satan, diavolo, belphegor

Cara mía, cielo, hermosa/hermoso, mi mariposa, mi única, mi alma

— satan, solomon, barbatos, lucifer, diavolo, mammon, simeon

dulce/dulzura, cariño, mi estrella, bella/bello, corazón, mi seranita

— beelzebub, simeon, solomon, barbatos, belphegor, leviathan, lucifer

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 1 year

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Holii! ¿Como te encuentras? He visto que tus pedidos están abiertos y tengo uno que puede llegar a ser algo inusual...

Verás en mi escenario Tokugawa tiene una nieta (en mi mente es un mc femenino pero como siempre, puedes hacerlo gn si prefieres) que está en sus 20 o así y él empieza a preocuparse por encontrarle pareja así que lo habla con los peleadores de su arena.

Me hace gracia imaginarlo teniendo una conversación con Doppo y Natsue en plan "no creo pedir mucho, solo quiero irme al otro lado sabiendo que mi nieta está con un hombre que pueda protegerla".

O incluso algunos peleadores como Hanayama o Kureha intentando cortejar a mc y Tokugawa está observando como: 😃🫶

Puntos extra si la nieta de Tokugawa tiene esa vibra de princesa de cuento de hadas.

Bueno eso sería, por supuesto lo entiendo perfectamente si te incomoda o directamente no te apetece hacer este pedido, por favor recuerda cuidarte, beber agua y alimentarte bien, besos! 🩷

Situación: Tokugawa quiere que su nieta (S/O) tenga pareja.

Mitsunari Tokugawa.

Está terriblemente mortificado. Los años pasan y él simplemente no se hace más joven, dentro de poco deberá pasar su imperio a su sucesor —El padre de S/O—, y no puede evitar pensar en su adorada nieta… Si él no está, ¿Quién la protegerá?

Y es que para Tokugawa, su nieta es un ser divino impoluto, un ángel en toda la regla, una hermosa flor en medio de un campo en donde ninguna otra flor puede compararse, un espíritu amable y suave que tiene la capacidad de encantar hasta al alma más oscura con su sonrisa y— Creo que ya entienden más o menos.

Es su primera nieta, es natural que esté tan encantado con ella, dejen al pobre hombre ser.

Recurre a los Orochi como primera y mejor opción, por supuesto.

"¿Necesita qué?" Doppo fue el primero en hablar, Natsue a su lado todavía estaba procesando toda la situación, ya acostumbrado al pequeño hombre y su tren de pensamiento.

"Un esposo para mi nieta" El líder de la familia Tokugawa se repite a sí mismo, firme en su petición. "Necesito que sea alguien que pueda protegerla, esto último es indispensable"

"¿Quiere un pretendiente para su nieta?" Natsue se acopló al ritmo de la conversación de forma lenta, haciendo una doble toma en la dirección de su esposo para estar segura de que ha escuchado bien.

"No, no" Natsue respira tranquila por unos segundos ante la negativa de Tokugawa, "Necesito un esposo para ella"

Natsue, pobrecita, está haciendo lo posible para explicarle a Tokugawa que no puede simplemente colgar un formulario en la calle para que los interesados envíen su curriculum, como si estuvieran aplicando a un simple trabajo. A Doppo le parece una situación graciosa, así que lanza a Katsumi al fuego cruzado.

"Oh, Katsumi definitivamente es un buen prospecto, ¡Y están en un rango de edad similar! Sabía que podría contar contigo Doppo"

También estaba considerando extendiendo su propuesta a su campeón, Baki, sin embargo, este ya tiene una pareja y es demasiado joven para el matrimonio, definitivamente su nieta no lo aceptaría.

No creo que Tokugawa pueda ser quisquilloso con la ocupación del pretendiente de su nieta, Yakuza o doctor, da igual. Lo importante es la fuerza, LA FUERZA, la fuerza es lo único importante.

La familia Tokugawa es increíblemente rica, no les falta nada; el anciano organizo un torneo de peleas clandestino, creó un clon y descongelo a un ser prehistórico, solo con eso debes estar seguro de que el dinero no va a impresionar a la nieta de este hombre. Probablemente, está algo mimada de todas formas.

Kureha es un hombre con economía estable, no es exorbitante, pero sí lo suficientemente respetable, y es un luchador que se mantiene en forma, tiene los pies en la tierra y es alguien confiable. Hay FUERZA notable, sin embargo, Tokugawa se preocupa por la felicidad de su nieta y la felicidad requiere tiempo, Kureha no parece ser alguien a que pueda contar con mucho tiempo libre.

Hanayama es un hombre con una vida especial, un yakuza es un yakuza; hay dinero, poder e influencia, hay FUERZA y en el caso de Kaoru Hanayama es mucha FUERZA. Tokugawa está más que satisfecho con esto, el problema viene con la otra cara de la moneda, entregar a su hermosa nieta a un yakuza también significa arriesgar su vida y eso resta muchos puntos en la tabla de prospectos de Tokugawa.

Yujiro está fuera de la lista. No hay contexto, simplemente no.

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