#if I mis said anything or if there is anything to add please let me know

[catwouthats]

Southerners: I can barely fucking stay alive. The system sucks.

Conservatives: omg how cute >_< This is why we are going to not do anything about your situation and instead say that more people should be like you 0w0

Southerners: Did you not hear me? I’m living paycheck to paycheck! That’s not fucking cute!!

Conservatives: Cutie >_<

Southerners: *turning to city/coast/suburb leftists* Okay, y’all have energy and time. Can you listen to me?

Privileged/white/new “leftists”: Hell no. You elected officials that are terrible, so you are a shit person too.

Southerners: But the system’s fucking broken! Voting doesn’t work! And those laws affect and hurt the people here the most!

Southerners: *turning to the (mainly) bipoc leftists of cities/coasts* Can you please talk some sense into them?

Bipoc/tired/old leftists: Well, they won’t listen to me unless it easily makes them look like a really good person. So this is gonna take a while…

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Repeat It

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Warnings: cussing, fingering, mirror sex, unprotected sex

18+ Minors DNI!

You said one bad thing about your body and Theo had you on the bed in front of the floor length mirror. He had you sitting between his legs, your back to his chest, fully naked. Your legs were spread over his as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

“You're so so beautiful, cara mia.” Theo said in your ear. “Repeat it for me.” He said as he stared into your eyes through the mirror.

“I don't wanna say that.” You said in embarrassment, squirming under his touch. You had one hand on his wrist and one on his thigh, nails biting harshly into his skin.

“Just say it for me. principessa.” He started placing soft kisses on your neck, not seeming to mind your nails.

You hesitated for a moment. “I'm…I'm beautiful.” You say quietly.

“Yes, you are. You're so beautiful.” He adds his thumb to his ministrations, circling your clit as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you. You moan, leaning your head back onto his shoulder, but he grabs your jaw with his other hand, pulling your head back up to look at the mirror. “Say it louder for me.”

“I'm beautiful.” You say, a lot louder as you moan and buck your hips in sync with his touch.

“Yes, you fucking are.” He says, smiling at you in the mirror as he sees how his touches are affecting you. “You wanna cum on my fingers, mi amore?”

“Yes, please, please, please.” You say, feeling so close to the edge.

“Cum for me. I wanna feel that pretty pussy clenching my fingers.” He starts kissing your neck again, watching his fingers thrust in and out of you, covered in your arousal.

With a few more thrusts of his fingers, he had you toppling over the edge, crying out his name as your legs shook.

“That's my fucking girl.” He said, smiling against your neck as he watched you in the mirror. “Aren't you just so fucking pretty when you cum for me?” He didn't even expect an answer, but was pleased when he got a small nod in response as you caught your breath. He moved his hand from your jaw to run his hand along your stomach soothingly. “You have no idea what you do to me, principessa.” He said as he kissed your neck again.

He moved you so you were now standing in front of the mirror, pushing down gently on your back so you leaned forward. You placed your hands on the wall on either side of the mirror for support as you looked at him in the mirror.

“You are so pretty. So perfect.” He said softly, trailing his hand down your back, send shivers down your spine. “Repeat that for me.” He said as he locked eyes with you in the mirror.

“I'm so pretty and perfect.” You say, not having the will to try to fight him anymore.

“That's right.” He smiled before looking down as he lined himself up with your entrance. “Say it again.” He said as he started to push in.

“I'm so pretty and perfect.” You said with some struggle as he filled you.

He bottomed out with a groan and you moaned beneath him. He started thrusted and locked eyes with you again. “Watch yourself. Watch how pretty you are taking my cock.” He said and turned your face with a hand on your jaw again to have you look straight in your eyes in the mirror, leaning over you. “Aren't you so pretty?”

“Yes. So pretty.” You say in agreement, not paying much attention to anything but the way his cock feels inside you.

“Good girl. Mi amore.” He said before grabbing your hair and pulling you up to his chest to stand up straight. “Look at how beautiful you are taking me. The way your tits bounce. The way your face contorts in pleasure. The perfect moans coming out of your mouth. Such a beautiful sight.” He said, making sure your eyes were on your body in the mirror.

“I'm gonna cum again, Teddy.” You said, feeling your orgasm build even quicker at his words.

“Say you're beautiful again and I'll let you cum.” He said, his free hand coming to rub circles on your clit.

“Fuck. I'm beautiful.” You said, gripping tightly on his wrist.

“Again.”

“I'm beautiful.”

“One more time. Like you mean it.” He said, watching your face in the mirror.

“I'm beautiful. I'm beautiful. Fuck, Theo!” Your orgasm hits you hard and Theo had to move his hands to wrap around you to keep you upright as he fucks into your sensitive cunt. He came not soon after with you whining and clawing at his arms from the overstimulation.

“Say it again.” He panted, trying to catch his breath after his own orgasm died down.

“I'm beautiful.” You said, trying to catch your breath as well.

“You're the most beautiful girl ever.” He said as he plants gentle kisses on the side of your face and neck. “I don't wanna hear you put yourself down again.”

You nodded and he pulled out of you, moving to pick you up.

“Let's get you cleaned up, cara mia.” He said softly with a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 21, Unacceptable - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 947

Previously On...: Bucky confronted Steve when he thought you two slept together. It got... ugly.

A/N: Last part of Chapter 21! We're off to Atlantic City, baby!

I am probably going to start going back to 1/day updates tomorrow, at least until I make more progress on With Friends Like These.

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“That was pure evil,” Sam said as you both buckled your seatbelts in the convertible you’d be using for the mission. “I knew you were a genius, Baby Girl, but damn! Didn’t realize it was evil genius! Remind me never to get on your bad side!”

You smiled and shrugged, adjusting your hair in the visor mirror and putting on a pair of sunglasses. “Serves them right, acting like I’m a fucking piece of property either one of them can claim ownership of. I hope they break each other’s noses.”

Sam laughed as he pulled the car out of the Tower’s underground parking garage and onto the city street. “We got about a two and a half hour drive,” he said. “What do you feel like listening to?”

You were prevented from answering by the sound of Cherry Pie by Warrant filling the car. You both looked around for a moment before you realized it was coming from your phone. You picked it up, staring at the screen in confusion when you saw Tony’s name flash across the screen.

“You asshole, did you hack my phone?” you asked, putting him on speaker, “Because this was certainly not your ringtone.”

“Can you blame an old man for feeling nostalgic?” Tony asked, and you could hear the grin in his voice. “Did Cap give you my message?”

“Yes,” you said, eying Sam, “and Sam was very hurt when you called him ‘birdbrain.’” Sam did his best to stifle his laugh.

You could practically hear Tony roll his eyes. “Yeah, well Rogers needs to learn not to repeat everything word for word. Listen, kiddo, I meant what I said about visiting, though. You need anything, anything at all while you’re gone, you call me, okay? I can be there before you even hang up the phone.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Jesus, Tony. I’m not a child, and Sam’ll have my back. I know I’m not a mighty Avenger like the rest of you, but I’m not incompetent. I’ve been trained–”

“Whoa, whoa,” Tony interrupted you, “that’s not why I’m worried. Not at all. I know you can more than handle yourself. Hell, I’d send you on this mission solo– that’s how much faith I have in your abilities.” You smiled unexpectedly at that. “I’m concerned about how this mission’s going to affect you mentally and emotionally, given your–”

You immediately took him off speaker and held the phone to your ear as he continued “--history. We’re dealing with missing women who are likely being trafficked for sex. If that’s not gonna be a potential trigger for you, I don’t know what is.”

“I’m not fragile, Boss,” you said, your voice softer now. In all the turmoil you’d gone through since finding out about Bucky and Carthage, you honestly hadn’t given much consideration to what the mission might mean to you on a psychological level. “I never said you were, kiddo. I know you’re strong. But, this is a lot. You’ve just been dealt a major blow because of Barnes and I’m putting you back in a position that’s a lot closer to your old life than you’ve been living in a long, long time. You’ve come so far, and, well, I guess I’m concerned that I’m doing you more harm than good by sending you backwards.”

“Thanks, Tony,” you murmured, touched that  he was still looking out for you, even from a distance. “That means a lot.”

“Just promise me– if it gets to be too much, if at any point you're struggling, you’ll tell me. I’ll pull you out, mission be damned.”

“But Boss,” you interjected, “these women need our help! We can’t just–”

“I know that, Pocket,” he countered, “and we will help them. But I’m not going to risk your mental wellbeing to do it. If it gets to be too much, we’ll pull you out, and we’ll find another way. Trust me.”

Your trust was running in short supply these days, but if there was one person who had never failed you, had never let you down, and was deserving of all the trust you had to offer, it was Tony Stark. “Yeah, okay,” you eventually agreed. “I promise. If it gets to be too much for me, I’ll let you know.”

“Good,” said Tony, and you knew he’d probably expected more of a fight from you, but you were too mentally exhausted to put one up. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I promised Pepper I’d do a stopover in Havana on my way home from Belize and pick up this massage oil she absolutely loves. See, it warms up when you–”

“Good bye, Tony,” you laughed, ending the call before he could go into further nauseating detail. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. You noticed Sam glancing over at you. “What?” you asked him.

“Nothin’” he said, eyes back on the road. “Just think it’s sweet how much Tony cares about you, that’s all. I knew you two were close, like brother and sister, but I never saw it in action before. It’s nice.”

“Oh,” you said, surprised he hadn’t jumped to the typical conclusions people came to when they considered your relationship. “Yeah, he’s really been the best.”

“So, how did you two meet, anyway?” Sam asked as the two of you pulled onto the highway. “I know Tony said the strip club, but I figure there’s got to be more to it than that. If you don’t mind sharing, that is. I mean, we still have two hours of driving left to do.”

You chuckled. “Nah, it’s alright– I don’t mind telling you. It’s actually kind of a funny story…”

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[allysunny]

Can you do a Miguel x spoil pregnant wife. Ever since he found out about the pregnancy he's been overprotective and making sure his wife is spoiled and happy 😁

Catering to You ! Miguel x Pregnant Fem!Reader

Words: 3.0k

Warnings: Fluff! Tooth-rotting sweetness, truly! But in the end there's a bit of NSFW (it has a warning before!) Spanish translations are at the end, as always!

A/N: Hello!! I'm honestly so in love with this idea because we all know Miguel would be the most amazing husband, and would break his back doing everything he could to spoil his pregnant wife. I loved writing this!

Also, a small warning before you read, I got a little carried away and wrote a small NSFW section at the end. I know I said I wouldn't write it, and I also know that you did not request it, so I'm going to add that after a warning, and you're free to not read that part! It does not ruin the flow of the fic, nor add anything else, it's just that I personally felt like writing it, and you don't need to read it if you don't want to!!!

But for those who do read that - please be kind! It's my first every writing anything smut related, so please don't judge too harshly!

No because we all know this man would be soooo protective!

When you told him you were pregnant, he was over the moon. Went the whole nine yards, got down on his knees, kissed your stomach, lifted you off your feet and spun you around in the air, professed his undying love for you over and over again until you were both crying, and you could not tell where his tears began and your ended.

And from that moment on, you never lifted a finger ever again.

The End!

I’m joking – but seriously, he would be adamant in not letting you lift a finger.

No more chores for you.

“Miguel, I’m pregnant, not disabled!” You’d try to reason with him, but he’d just mock your pout and kiss your forehead.

“Sorry, mi amor. But I can’t allow it.” Then, he’d be peppering your face with kisses until you had no choice but to relent.

One time, he caught you cleaning the floors and he wasn’t happy.

“How many times do I have to tell you, chiquita, you don’t have to do anything. Just sit there and relax your pretty self, ¿si? Can’t have you making any efforts, our baby needs to rest.” He would say, picking you up and setting you down on your couch.

Don’t worry, after a few weeks of pleading and telling him you’d be careful, he would give in. I mean, how could he not, when you were looking so gorgeous in front of him, glowing, even? He would do anything to make you happy, and if doing a couple of easy enough chores around the house keeps a smile on your face, he’d be damned if he didn’t agree.

Once your pregnant belly started to show, he was in cloud nine.

You want to tell me that he gets to look at you – everyone gets to look at you and immediately know that you belonged to him? That the life growing inside of you was his child? It made him feral.

Everywhere you guys went, he’d be there, proudly showing you off. Smiling gratefully as old women on the street complimented your looks, giving his own two cents on why your beauty is timeless, and how you seem to get more gorgeous with each day that passes.

When you start worrying about your weight, he makes sure to remind you that he is crazy about you, and that you are stunning. He’ll run his hands over the skin of your thighs, fingertips silently promising what words cannot express, while his lips are pressed against your neck, whispering praises in your name.

“How could you even think that?” He would ask, pressing kiss after kiss after kiss. “You’re so gorgeous, mi amor. You’re carrying our child inside of you, that is… coño, that is miraculous. Have you thought about it? You and I created a child. Your body is nursing a life. That is beautiful.” And then he’d be kissing you and you would forget why you were upset in the first place.

Miguel would be the most attentive husband, for sure.

The moment he saw you uncomfortable, or in pain, he’d be all over you, asking if there was anything he could do to help soothe your pain. You know when husbands hold onto their wife’s bellies to carry their weight and help them relax? Miguel would do that; he would just stop anything he was doing to walk over to you and carry the weight of your belly.

When your feet were swollen and hurt, he’d guide you to the couch, place your pretty legs over his lap and massage your feet to provide some relief. He’d even go as far as applying some oils and creams, to make the experience extra nice.

“My princesa deserves the best,” Would be his reasoning.

And don’t get me started on your cravings.

You’d been fidgeting on the couch for a few minutes now. Looking at the tv, immersed in your silly show, but visibly uncomfortable. You’d sigh and hum to yourself, casting weary glances at Miguel. These silly pregnancy cravings would be the death of you, but even though Miguel had always been a very doting husband, you didn’t want to bother him any further.

However, nothing could go unnoticed by this man. He had been observing you for a while, eyeing you curiously. What was on your mind?

He could let this silly game go on for a while longer, but the urge to aid you was way stronger; he couldn’t help himself, he had to make sure all was okay.

“Is everything alright, cariño?” In a heartbeat, he was sitting next to you on the couch, rubbing soothing circles on your stomach.

“Yeah, mhm,” You’d try to lie, but who were you trying to fool? Miguel knew you like the back of his hand, he knew when something was amiss. You couldn’t lie to him, not like this.

“Are you sure? You look awfully uncomfortable. Come on, tell me. ¿Qué pasa?” With soft caresses and a velvet-like voice, Miguel knew exactly how to coax an answer out of you.

You looked away for a few moments, slightly embarrassed. Miguel wouldn’t shame you, absolutely not. And he wouldn’t get upset – that’s out of the question. Ever since the beginning of your pregnancy, he’s been the poster child of “helpful”. So when you mumble that you need his help, he nods dutifully and places a soft finger on your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Hey, it’s alright. You know I’m here for you. What’s wrong?” He would ask, kindness and devotion spilling from his eyes. You saw all of the love this man had for your small family right in this little moment.

“I… I’m…”

“¿Si?”

“I… I’m really craving pickles and strawberry jam!” You blurted out, relief washing over you. It felt so nice to say you. You really wanted pickles and strawberry jam – no. You needed pickles and strawberry jam. You were positive you were going to die if you didn’t get your hands on both things right this moment.

Miguel stared at you comically, stifling a chuckle.

“Pickles and strawberry jam?” He repeated, hand leaving your chin to rest on your stomach again.

“Shit – Miggy, I will love you forever; but please get me some pickles and strawberry jam! I would kill for a sandwich of pickles and jam, I will kill for a sandwich of pickles and jam!” You kept babbling about this odd combination, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Please, please, please, I’m begging you, my love.”

And he couldn’t say no to you. Not when you were looking so pretty, bottom lip jutting out in the most adorable pout, eyes wide and hands on top of his. Miguel kissed your forehead, lips still forming a teasing smile.

“I’ll be right back.”

In around 20 minutes, you were happily sitting on your couch with a tray in front of you. Jars of pickles (that your husband lovingly opened for you after you begged him) and of strawberry jam (that your husband also opened, because you just looked so adorable when you pouted) were on top of it, slices of bread stacked on top of a plate as you happily created what to Miguel was the most monstrous sandwich he’d ever seen.

But you looked so content, that could brush aside the fact this meal looked like an abomination.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you Miggy! This is delicious!” You chirped, fingers covered in jam and mouth full.

It wasn’t the only time Miguel had to help soothe your weird taste in food, no doubt caused by those pesky pregnancy hormones.

“Miggy, would you bring me that nice tomato soup you make and the gummy bears?”

“Honey, I’m really craving some spaghetti right now – but not with the tomato sauce, will you please bring me the chocolate topping?”

“Do we have any sardines? I wanna dip them in whipped cream so badly…”

“Oh darling, I would just die for a few nachos with cream cheese. Will you get them for me? Please?”

Upon hearing these strange requests, Miguel would just laugh and happily oblige. He understood your body was going through a million things at the moment, and the least he could do was try to make this pregnancy easier on you. Even if it meant gathering the most eccentric of ingredients to cook what in his humble opinion could be considered ghastly.

But once again, it made you smile. You looked so happy, and you were glowing, and there was nothing Miguel wouldn’t do for you.

Speaking of hormones, we need to address your mood swings.

Miguel considers himself a rather stable person. He’s able to maintain a professional front at HQ, and keep his emotions out of his job, and stay calm – most of the times.

Which is why seeing you go through a flurry of different emotions in the span of a few hours threw him off guard the first time it happened.

One day, while you happily sat on your balcony while reading a book, you spotted a bluebird nest, which fascinated you. You watched them contentedly, the mother bird feeding her children, chirping, and nuzzling against their feathers.

It was a lovely sight.

And then, Miguel, who by then had been doing the dishes, was startled by the sound of your sobs. He rushed to the balcony to find you hiding your face in your hands, wailing loudly – and because of what, he had no idea.

“Cariño, what’s wrong?” He tried prying your hands away, but to no avail. You kept hiding from the world.

In between choked sobs, you managed to speak a few broken words.

“T-The bird! He, he c-can’t fly!” You cried even louder, pressing squeezing your face tightly against his chest.

“¿Perdón?” He was dumbfounded. The bird? What bird? And what did you mean, he couldn’t fly? “Darling, I can’t understand what you mean. Will you please look at me?”

It’s okay. He’s patient.

Slowly, you look up towards him, and the sheer confusion mixed with patience and devotion just made you bawl even louder. Now Miguel was getting worried. What had gotten into you?

“Take your time, honey. But please, do tell me what is wrong. How can I help?”

You sniffled a few times, wiping your tears on the sleeve of your shirt.

“T-The bird!”  You pointed to the nest and Miguel followed your finger. That’s when he spotted the little family of birds that graced your balcony. “H-He can’t fly! The ba-baby bird is s-struggling to fly!”

Okay, so.

Is Miguel an understanding person? Towards you, always.

Does he love you unconditionally and would never make fun of you in a way that would hurt your feelings? Never. That’s out of the question.

Is he amused by the situation unfolding in front of him? Very much.

In fact, it takes every bone in his body not to hunch over himself laughing.

It doesn’t work out entirely.

Miguel hugs you against him, chuckling tenderly.

“Oh, mi amor… It’s only natural. It’s a part of nature, that little bird will eventually learn how to fly.” He says in a gentle voice, catching your hand in his and caressing it.

“B-But he can’t fly now!” You wept, shaking your head. In your emotional state, the sight of a baby bluebird struggling to lift its wings and fly was heartbreaking. How could mother nature be so cruel?

“But he will learn. His mother will teach him, and he will learn, and one day, he’s going to be the most graceful bird, flying in the skies of Nueva York.” When he finished talking, you looked up at him, eyes wide with wonder. How beautifully they sparkled in the afternoon sun.

“He will?”

“Sí, cariño. He will.” Miguel dipped down to catch your lips in a tender kiss. You kissed him just as delicately, trailing your hand up to his jaw. Your fingerprints left a pathway of sparkles and magic in their wake, making Miguel wish he would never let go.

These emotional outbursts happened at the most random times.

One day, you spotted a heart-shaped stone on the pavement and teared up. That moment, you turned to your husband and hugged him tightly, proclaiming your love for him, and appreciating all he did for you. In return, Miguel kissed you on the tip of your nose, softly, as if you’d break were he to apply more pression and vowed to love you eternally.

Sometimes, you’d burst out laughing at the silliest things.

While watching a movie, the lead character uttered the word “butt”.

For a few 30 minutes, you’d laughed and laughed and laughed, swearing you’d never heard anything as funny as the word “butt” being spoken by the actor on the screen.

When you got angry, you got angry.

Someone littered on the street? Miguel would have to hold you back from following the person and lecturing their brains out. You’d always been quite feisty, but this pregnancy brought out the fearlessness in you even more.

And let’s not forget that time when a woman tried to flirt with your husband at the supermarket, while you had gone to fetch some of your most recent craving (ketchup and watermelon). The audacity! The woman giggled and twirled her hair, while Miguel tried to politely reject her advances.

When the woman reached out to touch his arm (an action that made Miguel frown and take a step back), you figured that was the last straw. You knew Miguel to be faithful – he’d never dare to cheat on you, not even in his dreams. Your love was the kind of love seen in movies, in fairytales – everlasting and true.

Before your husband could say a word, you stepped right in front of you.

“Do you want anything?” 

You didn’t care about coming off as rude, all you cared about was putting this cheeky woman in her place.

“Yes, I was just – I was speaking with this man right here. Is there a problem?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Considering this man right here is married to me,” You lifted your left hand, giving the woman a glance of your wedding ring. “And definitely not interested, I would say that, yes, there is a problem. So if you could just turn around and leave him alone, since he’s clearly not interested, that would be very much appreciated.”

The woman gawked at you, mouth agape. She looked like a fish!, you later commented with your husband. She even tried opening and closing her mouth a few times, but to no avail. She was truly speechless.

So, you held onto your husband’s arm (who by now was shamelessly snickering) and left.

Miguel could clearly see you were fuming! You kept going on and on about how shameless the woman was, how you could definitely take her on a fight if you weren’t pregnant, how he was too handsome and shouldn’t be allowed to leave the house because men and women everywhere drooled at the sight of him –

It was endearing, to say the least. Sure, he liked to protect you and make sure everyone knew you were irrevocably his, but he would be lying if he said his gorgeous wife being overprotective of him wasn’t a sight that made his heart skip (and his pants tighten. As soon as you two got home, he was all over you).

Your anger could be triggered by anything – a broken plate, someone chewing too loud, people running on the street, etc.

You were like a ticking bomb!

But to Miguel, all of that made your pregnancy much more special.

It made his chest swell to know he was the one you went to when you craved something, when you were feeling sad, or when your anger boiled. It made him incredibly happy to know he was the one you trusted, and that he was able to share these precious moments with you.

Overall, Miguel would be the bestest, most amazing, most caring, most fantastic husband ever. He would dote on you 25/8, always making sure you felt comfortable and happy. And he would be oh so proud and happy to be by your side, so thankful the world granted him a chance to have a family, a real family, to love and cherish forever. He would fantasize about your future child with you, when it was late at night and the world was sleeping and promise you both the world.

Because let’s be honest, Miguel would do anything – and I mean anything for his family.

NSFW Section Ahead - Read at your own risk!

This man would become even more obsessed with you and your body.

You were rounder, plumper, thicker, and while sometimes it made you self-conscious at times, to him, it just meant he had more of you to love. You looked so… So his. Every time he looked at you, he’d be driven by this primal urge to have you.

The mere sight of you made him drool, no matter where you were or what you were doing. Making dinner? He was hugging you from behind, hands creeping underneath your shirt to caress your swollen breasts.

Watching tv? He was by your side, grabbing handfuls of your thighs and kissing your breath away.

When you attended early parenthood classes, he couldn’t help but stare at you throughout most of the lesson, picturing how pretty you would look on top of him, a moaning and writhing mess.

He would have you reclined, propped up on multiple pillows and pregnancy cushions in order not to strain your back and cause any pain or discomfort for you or the baby, legs spread as he eagerly lapped at your folds. Your hands would be on his hair, tugging, pushing and pulling and you mumbled incoherent sentences.

“Miggy, ‘s too much…” You’d babble mindlessly, sweat sticking to your forehead. He’d just rewarded you your… fourth? Fifth? Orgasm of the night, and you were sure he wasn’t intent on stopping.

“Shh, cariño, don’t worry,” Would be his response, muffled by the obscene sounds he made while he soothed your aching heat with his fingers. “Just one more, ¿si? One more f’me bonita, I know you can take it, please, you’re so good f’me… Is that okay? Will you let me?” And then he would look at you with those lust-blown eyes…

How could you deny him, when he treated you so well?

Spanish Translations

Chiquita - It's an endearment term, like "cutie", little one, little lady, etc ¿Si? - Yes? Mi amor - My love Coño - Shit, or fuck Cariño - Dear, sweetheart, it's an endearment term as well ¿Qué pasa? - What's wrong? ¿Perdón? - Excuse me?

A/N: I hope you liked it! Again, I'm really sorry for adding the NSFW part when you did not request it. I hope you don't mind that I did it - it just felt very natural to show this side of Miguel with a pregnant reader. I'm sure that he would be very intent on showing his love and appreciation physically as well as verbally! <3

Thank you for the amazing request! Have a nice day! :)

[king-of-the-underworld-hades]

heyy

Could you make a oneshot with wenclair x male reader who smokes and skateboards you can add anything you want to it just if R can have messy black medium long hair with purple ends and matching colored eyes

I was hoping I would see this one again I really wanted to do this one before my old account was deleted. I don’t skate so sorry if I sound like a poser.

Sk8ter Love(Male)

Art by @ellie5756_milky on X

The halls of Nevermore were bustling as per usual. Students talking to each other, cliques walking in groups as per usual, the "mean girls" judging a random passerby, etc. One of these groups suddenly split as you sped down the hall leaving a streak of dark purple. "Watch it!" You yelled out. You were low to the ground on your board a hand on each side gripping the board to help maneuver through the halls, you expertly weaved through the halls having many close calls but you had been doing this for years so it was nothing new. After a few minutes, you reached your destination, your dorm. You power stopped in front of your door unlocked it and walked in picking up your board in the process. Walking in the sound of your roommate playing GTA V filled your ears. "Yo," Your roommate Damien said not looking at you. "Sup, what you doing?" You asked as you sat on your bed taking off your boots and watching the screen to see him get blown up by an oppressor. "I dunno," he responded as he blew out smoke. You rolled your eyes and stood up opening the window. "I thought we talked about smoking with the window closed?" "Forgot," you sighed and grabbed the cigarette from him and took a drag of it before blowing the smoke out the window, "Methonal?" "Yeah, one of the Vamps got it for me," Damien said as you got a text. "You could've asked me to pick some up," you said as you checked the text. It was from Wednesday from the group chat with her and Enid, opening it you saw a picture of yourself blowing smoke out the window. With the text under it reading. "You're smoking already?" You could practically hear her annoyance in the text. You chuckled and responded, "Were you watching my window waiting for me?" "...Just get up here already." "She totally was," Enid texted. You smiled and walked over to your closet. "Imma be at-," "You're girlfriends dorm all day. Don't call or text unless I'm dead," Damien said finishing your sentence. You chuckled tied your hair up loosely and left the dorm with your board.

When you arrive at their dorm you open the door and Enid immediately hides behind you. "Baby, calm her down!" "Mi Amor, please tell the mutt that she can't take the hoodie I took from you for herself," Wednesday said eyes locked on Enid like she was prey, Enid was wearing one of your hoodies which was Wednesday's favorite one of your collection. You sighed and pat Enid's head. "Pup give it back to Wends," you said as Enid pouted. "Why does she get to have one for herself!?" "Cause the one toy usually steal is dirty after you spilled juice on it. Again," you said as Enid groaned and took the hoodie off giving it to Wednesday who was Smirking. Wednesday slipped into it and Enid flopped on her bed and started complaining to Yoko and Divina how unfair you were being. You sat down on Wednesday's bed sat on your lap and took out your hair tie letting your hair fall to your shoulders. She took a strand of your hair and rolled it in between her fingertips. You found out early in your relationship Wednesday loved your hair. Unlike most teens, you keep your hair clean, conditioned, and soft. You always did hair care, skin care, etc. But, Wednesday always loved your hair especially, the way it flowed, and how your hair faded seamlessly into the purple color she came to adore. She loved how it glowed whenever you used your abilities. As she was playing with your hair and staring into your eyes she began to lean in for a kiss but was interrupted when Enid appeared behind you and pulled you down and kissed you first. Enid looked at Wednesday and jumped off the bed grabbing the spare skateboard you kept in the room and began to skate out of the room in an attempt to outrun Wednesday who got off your lap and began to chase Enid with her mace, the medieval kind. Thing crawled out from under Wednesday's bed and tapped the floor a few times. "Yeah... I should probably go after them."

[dearest-painter]

I wonder what was Miguel’s reaction to seeing teen slasher!Reader again after years of thinking that they were dead?? (Headcanon sorry one-shot you can decide)

I got you! Also it’ll be short sorry anon!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive behavior, abusive relationship, Teen slasher!Reader went missing, I’m a no sabo kid and use google for my Spanish words but Spanish speakers if you have a website with a good translation for English to Spanish, if I need to add anything tell me

Summary:A father’s love will never stop for his child…even if his child went missing but came back as a killer, his love will go on for his kid.

-You went missing before Gabriella died, he and your sister looked for you everywhere. Where could you be? He was so worried for your safety!

-After Gabriella died he thought you died as well, he lost all hope for everything. His precious angels have been taken from him…nothing matters anymore

-He and you met again, he didn’t believe it was you, his mind had made him believe you died but seeing your crying and smiling face made him realize…it was his precious Y/N.

-No one has seen him smile this wide, hear his laugh, or him crying until now. He hugged you so tight while spinning you around, you were crying and hugging your dad again…you missed him so much. “Te he extrañado tanto... estoy tan contenta de que estés viva, no puedo perderte de mi vista otra vez.” (Which I used google translate so basically I said ‘i've missed you so much...i'm so glad you're alive, i can't let you out of my sight again’ but if you are a Spanish speaker please correct me if needed!)

-He doesn’t let you out of his sight like he said, he’s scared to loose you again..he’s not letting that happen, not after he’s found you again.

[yunietunie]

Hi Yunie🖤

I hope you're well and in peace :), if you're comfortable and willing, could I please get a fic/hc/drabble with Alejandro Vargas x f!reader (nsfw)??

I saw idea in the One Piece Fandom of the Ex!Husband, Alejandro as an Ex!husband who is very much still all over his Ex!wife reader.

You can throw in the jealousy/possessive trope and whatever else you'd like, I'd like you to write this in a way you're led to but I will not be mad if they're both so into each other despite not being together and it it ends with them both and their glaring breeding schmink and a makeup, I'll humbly accept.

If you're not cool to write any part of this or this as a whole, that is entirely okay.

I appreciate you for accommodating me, take care of yourself love🥀

Never Again.

[nsfw]

A/n: based on a request for Alejandro and reader being exes, hope you enjoy :).

Alejandro wanted something different, bringing the end to the relationship. A mission would bring close proximity, something he never thought would happen. He couldn’t still love you, could he?

F!reader, exhusband!Alejandro, light angst, smut, MDNI, 18+, pnv, unprotected!sex

Based on request.

Let’s give a little backstory, yeah? You and Alejandro were married and together for quite some time. You’d accompany each other on missions, making sure the other would come out safe. Your love was strong between yourselves.

“Mi amor, do you think we can talk about something?” Alejandro asked as you two sat on opposite sides of the dinner table, eating.

“What is it?” You responded in a sweet voice, setting down your utensil, looking up into his brown eyes.

“Well… I was thinking. Because we’ve been together for so long we could…” He trailed off, letting his sentence hang in the air for a moment. He looked hesitant to say anything because he already knew your thoughts on this topic. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“...We could start a family?” Alejandro said with a small fond smile after finishing the question. You frowned and shook your head, crossing your arms.

“No, and we’ve already talked about this, Vargas.” You replied. You’d use his last name as a way to say to him you were done with the conversation, or to tell him you were frustrated.

“I'm not ready for that.” You would add on, attempting to justify and “seal the deal” so he couldn’t ask about it anymore. Every time he’d ask about starting a family, it only grew in more and more tension between the two of you. A little hole in your heart would tear open each time, knowing the two of you wanted something different. 

Starting a family and settling down was a huge part of a relationship, and as you thought of it at the time, a major strain. Every time he’d casually ask about it, the more you could feel yourself distancing yourself from him, because you didn’t desire what he wanted. He’d keep pushing and pushing, you keep taking a step back.

That’s when you’d find yourself filing for divorce in an office building, sitting once more on opposite sides of the table. He looked sad. He loved you, you were his purpose, the love of his life. Everything. He was the same to you. You couldn’t help but feel your heart break in half that this was the reason that broke you two apart. You looked away, shamefully from him, barely composing your poker face.

A few months would fly by where you’re living in your own apartment building, just outside of the base. 

You’d groan as the alarm clock rang to wake you up from your sleep. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you picked up a polaroid of the two of you at your wedding, a sigh escaping your mouth. You’d question every morning since that day if you made the right choice. 

Setting the picture down, you stretch your limbs and stand up. Going to the bathroom to ready yourself for work. Brushing your teeth, looking at your face, tidying your hair, putting on your uniform. 

Then heading to base in your dinky car. The two of you would avoid glances, refuse to answer each other when in meetings, cross by hallways with strange auras. However, there were times when you caught him staring at you while training or when you went to the canteen to grab a bite to eat. A sour expression on his face whenever male recruits would be flaunting over you. He seemed… Jealous almost?

“What? You’re putting us both on a mission?” You protested towards your general. Alejandro looked displeased, as if he didn’t want to go.

“I don’t care about your differences. This is a dangerous man and I need you both.” The general said as both of you stood next to each other, ready to continue arguing. But you shut your mouth, sighing in response which gave your general a green light to continue his explanation. 

“His name is Andrea Enza, he’s been part of the cartel and has some AQ affiliation. We’ve finally got some intel on him from a third party. I need you two to go in, undercover, get information and get out. However, if a problem arises, you will have orders to neutralize the target.” Your general said, leaning back in his chair, a slight creak escaping it after he finished the scenario.

You glance over at Alejandro who hasn’t said a word this entire interaction. It made you question. What was he thinking about?

“Where does he usually go?” You asked your general quietly while returning your gaze down at the files.

“An erotic dance joint, downtown.” He responded with an uneasy tone. Alejandro would mutter something in Spanish with some irritation behind it. Shit. Well, you know what that means. In missions like these, you usually go alone but because of how high the threat level was, he had to send in someone else. However, it was your ex-husband Alejandro, joining you this time.

An exhausted sigh leaves your mouth as you were the first one to leave your general's office, getting ready for the mission. Thousands of thoughts ran through your head. Why didn’t Alejandro protest this? And what did he say under his breath? What were his thoughts?

Soon after, Alejandro entered the weapons locker where you were gathering your own things. A huff escapes your lips. 

“Vargas.” You said as a greeting, but more stern intent. He didn’t say anything. It kind of made you heartbroken that he didn't respond to you or when he’d ignore you in the hallway. You couldn’t help but miss him terribly, but it seems he moved on from you. Or so you thought.

Alejandro grabbed his things and exited the weapons locker. Soon after you left, you had a robe on top of your promiscuous outfit, not revealing it yet. You couldn’t help but feel his eyes bore into your back when you were the first one to enter the car, him following soon after. 

The ride is silent. You looked out the window, enchanted by the city lights in the dark sky, illuminated by stars.

“So, you and that recruit, huh?” Alejandro broke the quiet ride, a hand on the steering wheel. Turning your head to look at him. You didn’t expect him to just say that. What was he doing?

“Yep.” You’d respond back with your arms crossed over your chest. You could see his jaw clench at that confirmation. He cleared his throat, then again, silence. To be honest, the only reason you were with that recruit was to fill your torn open heart. This mission was going to be hard.

“I don’t want you talking to him. He’s new and needs to learn, not to be coddled.” Alejandro responded in his normally raspy voice. This made an eyebrow raise on your face once more. You were surprised. He wanted you to stay away from someone? Was he… jealous? No, no. If he was, he would’ve said something about it. Right?

“And if I don't?” You challenged his comment, you looked directly to the side of his face.

“Forget I said anything.” Alejandro said as his jaw and hand clenched as he brought his main focus back on the road. He seemed frustrated, consumed, even. What a strange interaction…

What seemed like forever, you finally arrived at where Andrea would be. The tension is so thick in the car, you’d need a knife to cut it. You stepped out, closing the door and heading in first. Alejandro follows in to go listen to Andrea.  His suit is clean and sharp looking, a mask over his face to cover his identity.

When Alejandro walked in, he noticed that you were starting to walk backstage.. His eyes search the club over the flashing lights so he could slip in with other guards around Andrea. And he did just that, easily finding a way in, listening to what they were all discussing.

“Oh are you the new girl for the night?” A sweet voice from behind you rang. This girl was so beautiful. And she was in a revealing outfit. To be fair, it was a strip club. She gave a friendly smile and put a hand on your shoulder to guide you backstage to get pampered before heading on there.

A wave of embarrassment flushed over your face, hoping that Alejandro wouldn’t be in there to see you perform. As you took off the robe, you felt a cool breeze hit almost every surface of your delicate skin. A slight shudder escaped and goosebumps filled your body.

“Hey, be careful of the man up front. He’s been taking girls home. I heard it’s not a good experience.” The same girl you met earlier said in a hushed whisper. She seemed worrisome for your safety and any of the other girls.

“I.. don't really know how to perform.” You admitted as you looked yourself up and down your own body. The girl gave a reassuring smile as she stood behind you.

“Stick with what you think would be best. I promise no matter what, you’ll be a hoot.” You give a warm smile in response to her words. Then you walk to the stage and grab a pole, walking around it slowly with your hand on it. You looked to be in your prime, feeling confident, not caring what eyes were on you.

As soon as you touched the pole, Alejandro’s eyes never left your body, or your face. He was enchanted by the sight. How he missed touching your soft skin. 

“Did you hear me?” Andrea said to Alejandro. He fluttered his eyes for a moment and cleared his. Alejandro’s eyes wandered throughout the club, his blood boiling when he noticed the dozens and dozens of perverted gazes on you.

“No, sorry. What was it you said?” Alejandro responded, whipping his head towards Andrea. He felt his throat run dry.

The music was loud, you couldn’t tell what they were discussing, but you knew it had to be intel. You wrap a leg around the pole, and swing your body around it gracefully. You were almost getting the hang of it.

“I’d like that girl.” Andrea said as he looked at you to Alejandro. This only made him more irate. 

“I’d take her home, treat her like a princess. I bet her body would tremble under my touch.” Andrea would continue before leaning in his seat a little more forward to get a better look at you. Alejandro felt his chest get heavier as he tried to control himself. He didn’t want some man talking about you like some toy. Especially a man such as this. 

“I’d want to put my hands all over her body.” Andrea said as he gripped his own knee. 

“She’s taken.” Alejandro responded with a grit in his voice.

“What do you-” Before Andrea could respond, Alejandro already cut him off with a  right hook to the side of his face. Panic spread through the cub as civilians started to pour out the building. Some cartel members filling in their places. Other girls left the stage, leaving you alone. You had to make a choice. Taking your heels off, you lunged off the stage and ran towards Alejandro and Andrea. 

You keep Andrea pinned to the floor as Alejandro took out the cartel members easily with his weapon. Bullets flailed around the two of you as you took cover behind a flipped table. Returning to you, he placed handcuffs and zipties on Andrea, forcing him out of control. An audible grunt leaving his mouth.

Alejandro took off his suit jacket and placed over top your shoulders to cover you. He stares at you for a second and dismisses his feelings. He gets Andrea on his feet and drags him out of the club and into the car you’d take back. You followed behind Alejandro and got in the passenger seat while Andrea sat in the back.

Andrea seemed to mutter words towards you, slowly inching closer to you. 

“Cállate.” Alejandro growled while he looked in the rearview mirror then back to the road. The engine roared with life when he turned the key.  When you arrived back, two men from your unit escorted Andrea to a holding cell. Alejandro drove the car to the parking garage where the other cars for the base would be. Silence fell once more as he turned the key, killing the engine.

He looked like he wanted to say something. But he was hesitating. You turned your body in your seat towards him.

“Listen…” He began as he sighed and turned towards you, looking at his hands then up at you.

“Can we… talk?” He finished while looking at you. He’d fidget with his gloves. You nodded in response.

“I know you moved on and everything. But I miss you, mi amor.” Alejandro said with a type of airy whisper. You raised your eyebrows in surprise. 

“But you ignore me, or don’t respond to me when I talk to you.” You said to him a whisper yourself, trying to figure it all out.

“That’s because I didn’t think you’d want to talk to me.” 

“I think about you every night when I go to sleep. Every time I see you at work, every time I see you training. I think about our marriage and how we could’ve done things differently. I really do miss you, amor.” Alejandro admitted with a slight gleam in his eyes, hoping you’d reciprocate his feelings. In truth you did, you missed him. His scent, his voice, when the two of you would do everything together. But he wanted something different than you.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you for a family.” Alejandro continued as he placed a hand on your cheek. He knew just how to touch you to make your stomach do leaps.

“I.. miss you too. And… I shouldn't have thrown away your idea.” You coerced to him in a whisper as you looked up at him with your doe-eyes. He raised an eyebrow.

“And… I wouldn’t mind starting one, as long as I’m with you.” You continued. You missed him terribly. You wanted to be with him again. Wanting to make this relationship work once again. He’d give a small warm smile in response.

“Can’t wait, mi amor.” He responded. The jacket he gave you slipped off of your shoulders, revealing your skimpy outfit to him again. His eyes darted to your body, especially to your chest. A hotness spread over your face as you realized where his gaze went.

“Can I… Can I have you again?” He’d ask for your permission while his prying eyes wandered to each inch of your skin, then back up you for your response. A hand slithered on your waist. Your breath hitching in your throat. A nod in response was all he needed to push himself into the back seat, holding a hand out for you to take him. You take it, he pulls you towards him. For a base car, it was quite spacious back there.

He sits in the middle seat, eager to start with anything. You get on your knees, you back pressed against the back of the middle console of the car.  You unzip his jeans and his cock whips out, twitching already. It has been hard since he saw you on the stage performing, he’s just been hiding it pretty well. 

He looks down at you with desperation as your soft hands would lace themselves around him. Your soft fingers would circle around his tip, it was already leaking with precum. You stroked his shaft, he leaned his head back on the seat headrest.

“Mierda… I missed your hands.” Alejandro said in a husky tone as he looked back down at you. PLacing a hand on top of his thigh, you fasten the pace. His breaths become more ragged and hoarse. Putting your hand lower on his cock, your tongue found its way to his sensitive tip, earning a grunt from him. 

It wasn’t long before your pretty lips wrapped around his cock and his hand was filled with your hair. He’d guide your pace, making sure to fuck your throat nice and deep. Pushing your head to frisk his cock in a way he remembered. You whined on his cock which only made him want to push you down with more force. 

Tears began to prickle your eyes, your tongue swiveling around his sensitive skin. He was panting and groaning by the time like some wolf in heat. His pace quickened when his grip tightened around the roots of your hair. Mascara running down your face. He placed his free hand on your cheek, caressing the skin slightly as he looked down at you in a loving way.

“You’re so pretty like this.” Alejandro purred then wiped away some of your ruined make-up to the side of your face. Rolling his head back, Alejandro gave soft moans, continuing to guide your head at his pace. He was getting close.

Your whines and moans are muffled by his cock in your mouth, deepthroating you. In honesty, you missed how hard he’d fuck every hole in your body, a wet spot forming between the lace of your outfit, dribbling down your thighs. 

One last push down of your head, he released his cum into your throat, some seeping out of the corner of your lips. He would stay like that for a little, trying to catch his breath before he slid himself out of your messy mouth. 

“Swallow.” Alejandro told you, his finger resting under your chin. You did as you were told, swallowing his seed down your bruised throat.

Mixed with your drool and his cum, he pulled you into a kiss. Hands roaming on your body once more. He loved watching your make-up run, and he was going to make sure it wasn't the last of it for tonight.

Alejandro lifted you onto his lap so that you could straddle his hips, sitting on top of them. His rough and calloused fingers brushed around your skin again, exploring your waist. Gliding his fingers softly under your outfit just before taking the top portion of it off. 

“I would’ve killed everyone in the club for staring at you.” Alejandro said in a seductive velvety tone as he looked to your eye level, his hands never leaving your body. Aas your top was now off, your chest was exposed to him. He let his warm mouth coddle your hardened nipple. His teeth make a small nibble to it, you whimper at the feeling and twitch to the pain. Swirling around your sensitive nipple, Alejandro already began to slip under your bottom portion to the side of your slick folds. 

He could practically feel how wet he made you, the heat radiating off your damp pussy. How long has it been since you had him in you? Days, weeks, months. It drove you up a fucking wall if he were to ask you. You wanted to tell him how you thought of his destroying you from the inside out. To be manhandled.

Continuing to look up at you as he teased your chest, he slipped a finger into you, pumping it slightly while curling it. His fingers covered in your juices as you mewled to the feeling of both pain and pleasure. Alejandro gave the same attention to your other tit, his finger added another and stayed at a soft pace. He knew just where to touch you to become putty in his hands.

Occasionally, he’d reach up with his mouth to kiss you, his tongue finding a way to fight with yours. His free hand fell onto your waist, to keep you grounded on his lap. His cock would rest against your lower abdomen, twitching and pulsating against your skin.

“Please.” He took his mouth of your damp lips. “Please let me fuck you.”

Another nod left your body as you trembled. He took his fingers out of you and placed them in your mouth. You’d suck your own juices off while you looking at him. Taking them away after, both hands gripped onto your waist, lifting you up just above him. You put your hands on his shoulders. 

Then you felt him splitting you open like he did before, months ago. You threw your head back when you felt your hips drop down on top of him. Adjusting to him again, your body started to move on their own. Pulling yourself up and down on top of him as little moans and sighs escaped your mouth. Alejandro grunted, his hands touching your tits again, cupping them.

You could feel his tip smother itself against your cervix, making your walls clench down on him even more. A trail of hot kisses placed on your neck before Alejandro grasped your hips and began to fuck up into you.

​​”Lo estás haciendo tan bien.” He whispered into your ear, his hips slamming into you. You’d wail and writhe on top of him, your head falling to his shoulder. Tears threatened to escape your eyes again while he fucked into your needy hole, tearing you apart. His groans become more frequent with each thrust into you, bruising your insides. 

“Please–Alejandro, I can’t..”

“Words, mi amor. Use your words.” He replied with an airy breath. You couldn’t even get a proper sentence out with a moan interrupting it. Your eyes begging for release as his thrusts became more vigorous. He was balls deep into you and he wasn’t going to stop until you spoke to him in your pretty voice. Another round of tears expelled from your eyes, mascara trailing down your cheeks.

“I'm going to cum.” You finally managed to get out with a mewl behind it, your grip on his shoulder tightened. He had a cocky smirk as he looked at you, his sighs never wavering from his throat. Your eyelids began to slump, the knot in your lower stomach.

“Where do you want it?” Alejandro asked you as your walls tightened.

“Inside.” You responded in a plea, he gave a raised eyebrow, his hips never giving you a break. You nod in reassurance, giving you a smirk in return. He bit his bottom lip and gave a hoarse sigh. You came around his cock, moaning his name loudly, a few whispers as he let your orgasm ride out. 

With a few more rigged thrusts, he stuffed his cock deep in you, filling you up. An exhausted growl escaped his lips as he looked down at your trembling body. His cock still twitching within you. Alejandro made sure to stay with you like this with him buried within you, making sure to breed you. Seed would seep out of your messy cunt, leaking between your thighs. His grip on your waist lightened while looking at you with a satisfied smirk.

“You’re not going to leave me again, are you Mi Amor?”

“Never again.”

[pablitogavii]

Heeyy, i've been obsessed with your writing for a week now and i can't stop reading it. So can you write about Gavi dating a very clumsy reader? Where she's always bumping into something or even tripped over her own feet. And one day when they were cooking together, the reader accidentally tripped and hit a hot frying pan or anything that hurt herself because of it?? This just happened to me yesterday lol and the rest is up to you but i prefer a lot of flufff 🤩 Thankyouu and ily!

Ever since you were a little girl, your parents would call you 'clumsy' since you would always be the one to fall from the slides in the park, or slip on a wet floor but even as you grew up, your clumsiness grew with you so much that your boyfriend now uses the same nickname.

One time, Pablo even got concerned about some bruises on your hips that were the result from hitting the edge of the table one too many times over the week.

"Don't worry, Pablito. I'm used to it" you reassured him but he shook his head massaging some cream onto your bruises looking at them sadly.

"Please, be more careful amor..only bruises I want to see on this body are my hickeys..that's it" he said and you blushed bright red looking at him while he was very focused on gently massaging the area on your hip.

Tonight, some friends are coming over to our apartment and you are making dinner in the kitchen while Pablo is fixing up the table in the dinning room.

"Arrg!" Pablo heard rushing into the kitchen seeing your bloody red burn on your hand and his eyes opened wide while he rushed to your side.

"Amor! Put it under cold water! Easy now!" he said helping you while tears escaped your eyelids since this time it was very painful. Stupid pan!

"I'm sorry..I tripped..uhh" you said through tears feeling bad for continuously making Pablo worried but he gave you a gentle smile and a kiss on your forehead.

"Shh I'm going to fix you up and you will be like new..come here my clumsy baby" he said and you both went to the bathroom where he kept his first aid kit.

"Sit down amor and give me your hand." he said and you did as asked sitting on the bed while he kneeled in front of you taking your hand gently and applying some cleaning anesthetic on it.

"Ouch! Ouch!" you whined and he sushed you saying it will stop hurting very soon and to stay brave for him which you tried very hard but you were always a cry baby whenever you get hurt.

"Alright, let's apply some of this cream and then I'll add some cause so you don't touch it until it heals..okay princesa?" Pablo said looking up and pouting when he saw that you were crying. His fingers dried your tears and he left a sweet kiss on your lips before fixing up your hand.

"Come on amor, no more tears mi nena hermosa. This will heal in a few days, I promise" Pablo said after finishing with the gauze leaving a soft kiss on top of it and you gave him a weak smile snuffling a little.

"Why do I have to be so clumsy??" you said and he sat besides you pulling you into his arms careful not to touch your hurt hand and kissing the top of your head lovingly.

"Aw nena, I don't know..but you have your Pablito to patch you up whenever you get hurt..It's okay" he said and you smiled nodding your head and kissing the side of his neck in response.

"We should go back to the kitchen and finish dinner.." you remind him a few minutes scared that the moment you get up, you will get hurt again and be right back here.

"From now on, I will be your human shield..come on princesa" it was like he knew exactly what you were thinking, getting up slowly and holding your hand making sure you don't hit anything on your way to the kitchen.

"Thank you Pablo" you smiled and he kissed your lips hitting the stove playfully and cursing it for 'hurting his princesa' which made you giggle and return to fixing up the rest of the dinner.

A few hours when your friends arrived with their girlfriends, everyone asked about your injury which made you a little self conscious feeling stupid for being so clumsy.

"Our stove was bad and hurt mi princesa because it was jealous how much I love her.." Pablo said realizing how stupid that sounded making everyone including you laugh and kiss his lips sweetly.

"I love you so much Pablo.." you whisper to him seeing his cheeks turn pink slightly in embarrassment but he pecked your lips while nodding his head.

"Yo te amo tambien princesa" he said into the kiss leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before you both returned to eating the delicious meal and enjoying time with your friends.

It's not that long, but hope you enjoy :)

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Lola dear, I can’t believe I missed your excerpt game 😢 I saw your masterlist which was wonderful, but I was sorry I didn’t get to send in an ask. I understand if you’ve wrapped it up, but if you’re still taking them can I have excerpts for 7 and 25, please? No pressure though. ^^ Thank you!! 💕

Hi Acacia! 

I would call you missing my game a happy accident, because now I can post excerpts specifically from today’s chapter 31 (which I love). So those who wants to read it without spoilers, go on Ao3 instead reading these. 

Thank you for your nice words and looking through my master list <3 I’ll add these two there as well. 

Also these are specifically from this chapter, because well further down the story some other things happen which I love as well. But La Puesta del Sol was very much a daydream, which had multiple versions along the way.

7. Nozelena dance

25. Jealous Nozel and a bit more…

7. That I nursed in a daydream

Nozelena dance 

Because she just has to poke at his ego, they banter, their energy is just precious and so funny

Helena fixed her cover up and put a messy strand of her hair, behind her ear. She approached him and smiled brightly. 

“Do you want to dance, mi amor?” She asked.

“No,” his answer was flat. 

She did not expect to get so brutally turned down. She pouted.

“What do you mean by saying no?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“I don’t dance,” Nozel stated. His lilac eyes met with hers and made her feel warm inside. “Simple as that.”

Helena furrowed her brows. She needed to step up her game.

“You don’t dance? Or you can’t dance?” Poking at his ego was always a good option to get him to do something. 

“I’m a prince,” he said sharply and narrowed his eyes. “Of course I can dance.”

“Riiiight…” Helena continued and pretended to not take him seriously.

“I can,” he said annoyed. 

“Oh really?” Helena asked. “Then why won’t you?”

“This kind of dancing,” he pointed towards the people swaying their hips freely, “is not fitting to my Royal status.”

“Yet here we are at a party for high ranking nobles,” Helena tiled her head, “and guess what? They’re all dancing so barbarically.”

He pressed his lips together, because he could not find a fitting argument.

“Okay I get it,” Helena raised her arms in a surrendering way. “You won’t dance, because you’re too embarrassed that you can’t do it,” she began turning away. “I’m going to go back to Solid and Nebra.”

She felt a tug on her hand. She smiled to herself proudly. Mission accomplished. His long fingers wrapped around her wrist. Helena turned back to face him.

“I can dance,” he spoke slowly.

“Prove it,” she grinned.

He sighed and led her towards the outer side of the dance floor. Nozel was already completely aware that she had played him, but would not say anything. They both knew that he was going to give in one way or another. However obviously he needed to play hard to get.

They halted and Nozel approached her closely. She looked up at him and smiled, when she saw how determined his expression looked. His silver braid hung over her. He placed his left palm on her back and Helena felt a tingle go down her spine. With the other one he grabbed her hand. She let him pull her closer. 

Slowly they began to sway and move forwards and backwards. Despite the song having a positive and melodic beat, the story it told was not a happy one. Helena and Nozel were completely not in synch with the music, since he was leading her to a classical ballroom dance, but Helena did not care. She was overjoyed Nozel held her in his arms and was dancing with her. She looked at him with adoration. Love. That’s what she was feeling and it was wonderful. This whole time he was softly gazing at Helena.

Suddenly Nozel furrowed his brows.

“We truly don’t match the atmosphere of this party,” he stated.

“I told you, that this kind of dancing is different,” she chuckled and he smiled softly. “I can teach you,” Helena offered.

“Teach me?” Nozel raised his brows.

“Yes, you mi amor,” Helena pulled him towards herself a bit more energetically and he elegantly followed. “You have to use your hips more.”

“I can think of some other situations, when I can use my hips,” his tone was dead serious, but there was a playful, predatory glint in his eye.

Helena felt her cheeks get furiously red. Normally she probably would not had reacted this badly. However since she was actually considering, whether she was ready to have her first time with him, the comment made her imagine things. 

“Stop it!” Helena exclaimed from embarrassment and he smirked. “I meant while dancing,” she swayed her hips to the rhythm. “Like this.”

He nodded and did his best to follow her movement, while stepping respectively back and forth. He was not doing bad and Helena loved to see the focused expression on his face. 

She felt so happy, that when the song ended she wanted to pretend it did not. Nozel let go of her, while at the same time Nebra and Solid approached them. 

“I can’t believe it,” Nebra laughed. “You actually got Nozel nii-sama to dance with you.”

“I thought, that it was impossible,” Solid stated and grinned.

“What can I say?” Helena smiled and Nozel rolled his eyes. “I’m a miracle worker.”

25. That I consider my favorite

Jealous Nozel and a bit more…

I like this one, because he’s obviously jelly, but also how I wrote it and Helena’s emotions at the end. Overall this scene feels kind of important, but in a lighter tone.

It was awkward. The uncomfortable tension between the two men was visible. Nozel was not used to anyone standing up to him, while Rafael was a high born noble, who would not buckle down at his own estate. However he had a smile plastered on to his face and made a friendly impression. Nozel did not. 

They were silent for so long, that Nebra probably had already gotten her drink.

“We were talking about our parents,” Rafael began to speak, “and overall about Helena’s heritage.”

“Her mother comes from here,” Nozel stated. “I am aware of such things.”

“Yes,” Helena came between them. “Can you believe it, that she knew Rafael’s father?”

“Obviously,” Nozel said flatly. “She’s from high standing Noble family, just like the Delgado house. The circles are tight around here, so everyone knows each other,” he was unimpressed and did not share her enthusiasm.

“Still,” she put her hands on her hips. “I think, that it’s exciting for me to talk about it.”

They stared at each other for a moment. None of them was letting it go. 

“Excuse me,” Rafael cut in. He scratched the back of his neck and turned to face Helena. “I was wondering, whether you would want to come tomorrow for dinner to the Delgado familia. I’m sure that mi papa would love to meet you.” A soft blush appeared on his cheeks. “I know that this may be a bit sudden, but if you wanted to spend some time before that, go on a walk or something, let me know.”

Was he seriously asking her out in front of Nozel? The ridiculousness of this situation reached its peak. Helena felt extremely uncomfortable and did not know how to react.

“No,” Nozel said sharply and stepped in front of her. On one hand she was surprised by his reaction, but on the other she did not mind. Actually it felt good to see him this protective and a little jealous. She smiled softly gazing up at her lover.

Rafeal looked between them confused, but then he noticed Nozel’s protective stance and Helena’s small expression. His eyes widened in realisation. 

“Oh I did not know that the two of you were together,” he spoke sheepishly. “Me disculpo. (I apologise)”

Nozel drastically tensed. It was the first time since they had started secretly dating, that anyone openly suspected them to be a couple. Helena did not know what to say either. Would they start publicly courting as of this moment? Because admitting it to the heir of the high ranking house Delgado meant that every noble would find out.

Suddenly Nebra and Solid approached. The princess was holding a pink cocktail in her hand. She began to laugh. 

“Are you kidding me?” She chuckled. “These two are both very single.”

“Yeah,” Solid added. “As if Nozel nii-sama had time and desire for such silly things as dating.” 

The Silver Eagle’s captain collected himself. He cleared his throat.

“We are leaving tomorrow morning, so Helena won’t be here,” he explained flatly. 

Helena looked down. What was she expecting? A part of her truly hoped that she could share her happiness, about her and Nozel’s relationship with the world. It would be a big step, but a necessary one further down the road. At the moment she was obviously content with how the things were, but she worried that they never really talked about what the future would bring. They were experiencing and living in the moment, enjoying each other’s presence. However after few months of dating Helena began to think of Nozel as an actual prospect for a partner for life. This could not happen if they were to keep their relationship secret forever. 

“So maybe another time then?” Rafael pulled her out of her thoughts. His expression was cheerful and excited.

“Of course,” Helena put on a smile. It did not quite reach her heart. 

[andinthedarknessbindthem]

Dwalin X Reader - Arguement

This is based on a 'Sickeningly Sweet Relationship Bingo Card' that I found and forgot to save. So if I find that post, I'll add it here!

I'm a bit rusty since I haven't written since 2019, so please feel free to send requests or comments on anything I need to change! Thank you and much love! <3

✿ Words: 1,037

✿ Themes: Kinda(?) Angst, Fluff

✿ Prompt: From bickering to makeouts

✿ Posted: 2/12/23

Something had been off with Dwalin the last few days and you had yet to find out why. He first had asked you to find him a sack. When you questioned him, he said something about needing to tote some things around. Then he asked you to pull out his winter cloak, saying it was for the upcoming cold season. Then on top of that, you could hear him late at night, sharpening his once dusty axe’s. He was up to something.

You tried and tried again to approach him about the subject, but he just kissed your forehead gently and told you the same excuses.

That same morning, he had asked you to back his bag for a few-day hunting trip that he hurriedly planned in a few days. Questioning him again, Dwalin dipped down and placed a loving kiss on your lips and left you standing in the doorway. You dumbly obliged to his wishes and reluctantly let him go through the door. 

You packed up his bag with dried meats, loaves of bread, and other goods. Once you were finished, you decided to make use of the rest of your day and head to the markets. Maybe you could persuade him with his favorite dinner? You scoured the stalls for hours, trying to find the key ingredients. You had spent quite the coin at the end of the day, but you wanted to make Dwalin something special to boost his mood and maybe convince him to tell you what was happening.

Once you arrived home from the markets though, your heart dropped. His bag and axes were gone, along with a few other key items. You threw your basket on the ground and slammed the door behind you, quickly running towards the gate leading out of town.

You nearly tripped as you ran through the busy part of the settlements to find your betrothed. Your brain was running wild with many conflicting thoughts of anger and fear.

How long had he been gone? Too long. He’s probably too far by now.

Maybe he’s just going hunting? With his axes? No.

Did he plan on leaving you? He wouldn’t! He couldn’t. 

Once I find him I’m going to tear him a new one.

By the good grace of Mahal, you finally caught him as he was just passing through the gates to leave.  

Rage blinded you as you shoved his shoulder to get his attention. He didn’t even falter, “When were you going to tell me you were leaving? Once you came back?” Your voice was filled with venom, but there was a small shake of despair to your words. 

His body did a half-turn in your direction, a sorrowful but stern look on his face as he gazed over everything but your own eyes. He turned back towards the forest with a shake of his head and continued walking. “Aye, go back home. This is no business of a woman.” His tone was calm but commanding. 

You blinked a few times, your heart felt frozen with how cold he was acting toward you. "You thick-headed oaf! Don't you dare talk to me that way! I know this isn’t because of me being a woman." You hissed, following after him.

“I can’t keep ye safe outside of these walls, (Y/N).” He began, slowing his walk to a complete stop. He still wouldn’t face you, “I cannot promise yer protection.”

“I am not useless, Dwalin. I can help! You know I can handle myself in a fight!” Your voice betrayed you, you couldn’t help as the sadness overpowered your fury.

“No!” He puffed out his chest as he turned towards you now. “You will not follow me.” He demanded. If you hadn’t known Dwalin, you probably would have backed down there. But you knew him well, too well.

“Kakhafu durh 'umalul sakh mi mê!” You seethed the words through your teeth. He let out a large sarcastic laugh at you. (The back side of a troll is a more pleasing sight than you.)

“Like yer one to talk!” Dwalin scoffed and crossed his arms, eyes blazing down at you. ”Me asnân tada Mahal duhû kansu tah.”  (You are proof that Mahal has a sense of humor.)

You took a step up to him now. “Sigin'adadmêzu kasat gairurukhs.” You said in a matter-of-fact tone. To the outside eye, it would almost seem as though you both were about to kill each other. But no one dared to step in if they saw you both. (Your grandfather was a goblin.)

He lowered his arms to his sides again, taking the last step between the both of you and pressing your chests together. Challenging him, you continued to glare into his eyes as he glowered down at you. “Adadmêzu duhû bintarg.” A hint of a smirk was dancing on his lips now. (Your father has no beard.)

As you went to open your mouth for another rebuttal, his hands grasped the sides of your face pulling your lips together in a rough heated kiss. The kind of kiss where your teeth clashed together and lips grew numb. You growled in surprise, but it wasn’t completely unwelcome. His lips were rough and calculated, his mustache tickling your cheeks and jaw. Your once rigid body slowly became limp in his arms as your lips melted together. Your teeth clashing simmered down to a soft interlocking of your lips. His hands slid down to your waist, hoisting you up as your legs hooked on his hips. You dragged your fingers into his beard, giving him a light tug. As you finally pulled away, he softly bit onto your bottom lip. Your rage was no longer as he held you so lovingly in his arms.

You unfurled your fingers from his beard, instead bringing your hands ups to caress his cheeks. "I'm going." You said in a much softer tone, thumbs rubbing in soothing lines. You searched his eyes for any sign of disappointment, but he just let out a muted sigh and held you closer.

"If you must," He huffed in agreement before adding a quick, “But if I say hide ye will!”  You smiled and pressed your forehead to his.

[findingnemosworld]

𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @sunnysideup478 [ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

In certain moments, he wouldn't let a loss affect him as he knew and believed in his team; yet this was the derby, the biggest competition in the history of Real Madrid and they had lost, on an embarrassing scoreline of 4-1. He had sat in the back of the bus, refusing to speak to anyone, and on the drive home he spent the majority of the time rewinding the match in his mind and wondering how he, as the captain of the team could let something like this happen, he was consoled, and told that football is unpredictable yet he couldn't help it, he desperately wanted this to be a win, only it didn't.

Once he had gotten home, he mindlessly grabs his bag and reaches up to the front door, not even bothering to pull out his keys from his bag - he pressed his digit on the button to ring the doorbell, mere minutes later, the door swings open and there she was, the one person that can take his mind off of what had transpired. " Hola " he murmurs, immediately sinking into her embrace when she opened her arms for him.

" Hola mi vida " She whispers, pressing a kiss on his neck which in turn had him tightening his embrace on her, while she swiftly reaches over to shut the door before she pulled back, and intertwined their hands together. " Come with me "

He allows her to lead him into their shared bedroom, she gently shoves him to sit on the edge of the bed while she makes her way to the closet to pull out a change of clothing for him, she lays them down on the bed then says, " Wait here? " she said, walking into the bedroom.

He inhales then exhales a few times, hoping to release some of the tension he felt on his shoulders - and at around fifteen minutes later, she steps out and coughs to capture his attention, he looks up and meets her soft gaze, she walks up to him and takes his hand to lead him into the bathroom where it was now set up entirely with three jasmine scented candles lined up safely on the counter, and the bathtub full of warm water laced with the bath salts and a rose body lotion.

" Amor " He murmurs softly before adding with a small voice that was almost undetectable, " Please "

She swiftly helps him undress until he was entirely naked, she then removes her own clothing before they carefully enter the bathtub, he enters first before she was quick to follow, situating herself on top of his lap, she didn't say much - instead restarting to grabbing the loofah as well as the body lotion, she dips the loofah in water then pours the lotion before rubbing the loofah across his shoulders and he in turn nuzzles his face in her neck, breathing softly while she continued to massage his shoulders. " I love you " she said with a soft tone, " I am proud of you " she adds, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. " This is just a small hiccup, you guys are at the top of the league "

He didn't respond verbally, instead wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing kisses behind her ear which incited a moan from her.

" You are an amazing player, you are the best captain there is " She continues, using her free hand to thread her digits through his damp hair.

He groans in response, pressing sloppy kisses over her neck and down to her shoulder.

" Every time I see you play, I'm always so proud you, You are bringing pride to the city of Madrid and you're also bringing pride to Spain as a whole mi vida " She reminds him, " You have no idea how happy I become when I see you doing what you love, what brings you joy? "

" But we lost, this should have been easy but we lost " He murmurs with a shaky voice.

" So? You have the next derby to make up for it, they can celebrate this one and you can celebrate winning La Liga, Copa del Rey, Champions League, Club World Cup, anything you put your mind to baby " She said with soft smile, pressing kisses on top of his head.

He tightens his embrace over her and sighs, " I love you " he whispers then sighs.

" I love you too " She responds, " I love you so much "

Once they felt fully refreshed, they step out of the bathroom together and get dressed before crawling under the bed, he decides to hoist her up until she was fully on top of him, they spend the next few minutes looking at one another silently before he leans in to capture her lips in a soft and tender kiss. " Thank you " he whispers.

" I always got your back baby " She smiles.

[eywxveng]

House wife

Minors dni (NSFW)

Miguel O’hara x Fem!housewife reader

TW: Mention of sex ofc, fingering , orgasm denial, pussy eating, dacryphilia (if ya squint hard enough) lmk if i’ve missed anything

Other notes: small amounts of spanish. I will put spanish words, sentences and phrases in italics and the translation will be in parentheses ()

NOT PROOF READ SO FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME ON ANY MISTAKES (politely ofc🤗)

Considering the fact that your husband, Miguel is the most important person within the Spider-Society you two don’t very often get to spend time together. He’s always working late night shifts at HQ and constantly on missions catching anomalies during the day. If you’re being completely honest with yourself you feel a little bit touch starved…who am I kidding you were definitely touch starved.

One night you weren’t expecting Miguel to be home because of the fact that he told you he had to stay overnight at HQ working on papers but I guess he decided against it once he noticed that he really doesn’t see you often. “Cariño, I’m hom-“ (Dear, I’m hom-) Miguel stoped mid sentence gawking in awe at what he walked in on. You were spread so beautifully across the bed with your legs wide open giving him the perfect view of your fingers buried deep inside your cunt as you desperately chased your release.

When you noticed he had walked in on you whilst you were doing..you know what, you immediately snapped your legs together and sat up properly, cheeks red from embarrassment. “Miguel! I-I didn’t think you’d be home tonight..” you sheepishly mumbled. “Yea I can tell. You looked like you need some help.”. Before you could even begin to comprehend what he had said Miguel was already on the bed spreading your legs.

“So wet already mami..All this f’me?” he chuckled as he played with your clit causing you to whimper as you nodded. He began to slip his long girthy fingers into your cunt. You bit your lip as an attempt to stifle your moans. “nuh-uh hermosa (beautiful), don’t get all shy on me now. You seemed like you were perfect confident when you were fucking yourself hm?” he said making you clench around his fingers even more than you already were. “M’ so close Miguel..” you manage to breathe out while you cover your face with a pillow as your eyes roll back. Just as you were about to cum his fingers come to a complete stop and tears start to well up in your eyes as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to fade away.

“Miguel please..why did you stop” you breathe out as tears begin flowing down your face. “Don’t cry baby.” he says as he kisses away your tears. “I’ll let you come just don’t take your eyes of me when i’m making you feel this good okay? Let’s try again mi reina” (my queen)” You nod desperately waiting for him to start again. He places his head in between your legs and immediately starts eating you like a starved man. All you could do is moan his name and whimper incoherent words as he looks up at you watching every movement your face makes.

“Miguel i’m gonna cum soon! Please let me cum this time!” You say and he groans in acknowledgment of your words as he speeds up his pace until your body is convulsing as you cum all over his face.

“Good girl.” he says as he kisses up and down your body until he reaches your ear and whispers “I’m going to fill you up so we’ll you’ll never have to think about pleasing yourself again.”

That’s all yalllllll. should i do a Pt. 2 !?

There was a inspiration post for this fic but i can’t find the original post if i do find it i’ll update this and add their username so u can follow them and hopefully be inspired by them too! Until then peace !! 💋

[lollipopsub]

Just a regular question - the significance of -kun, -chan and -san (in what context are they appropriately used)? Also, why Kiyoi is offended when Hira uses -kun ?

PS: if you have already explained this previously, please let me know where to find the post :)

Hi! Thanks for the question! I absolutely love talking about things like this, so thank you so much for asking!!

I feel like this is one of the most boring and at the same time most interesting question to ask about Japanese language, haha. The answer probably varies depending on who you ask, and so I am certain some people will want to add to or correct the explanation I'm about to give!

Wall of text incoming...

Here's a short introduction to some of the social hierarchy in Japanese language

...and how it affects your understanding of interpersonal relationships.

"-san", "-kun" and "-chan" are all examples of suffixes that you attach to people's names according to your relationship with them. The closest English equivalents would be "Mr/Ms/Mrs/Mx" but they are not the same. A lot of subtitlers do translate them like this, but I myself prefer not to do so.

Japanese language and culture is in general very polite and based on social hierarchy. The entire language and how you express yourself and how you conjugate words change depending on your relationship with the one you are talking to (strangers/business relation/family/younger/older/etc etc).

In general, once you get familiar with/close to someone, you drop all suffixes. This is called "yobisute" (呼び捨て). You might sometimes keep some form of "chan" if it's a deliberate nickname - like Koichi calling Mitsuru for Micchan in Eternal Yesterday (It's a cute version of Mi-chan - Mitsuru-chan).

"-chan" is mostly used to refer to kids below the age of 12 (elementary school or younger), but you will also hear young adults use it to refer to females (a male may call his college classmate Miko for "Miko-chan"), in which case it becomes a term of endearment (or, depending on how you look at it, slightly condescending due to the patriarchal nature of current Japanese society and language). Koichi using this nickname for Mitsuru is noticeable - it shows that he is very affectionate towards Mitsuru and considers them to be very close friends.

"You will meet Kim-san at 16:00"

"-san" is the most common suffix. It's the "safest" to use and it has no gender. The first time you meet someone, you would typically address them as "Last name-san", e.g. Suzuki-san. If someone refers to "Suzuki-san" in a conversation, you will not be able to tell the age, the gender or virtually anything about this Suzuki - except that the speaker is not particularly close with said Suzuki. In this case, it will be the equivalent to the English Mr./Mrs./Ms/Mx.

In a school or business setting, a teacher or a superior would normally refer to female students or subordinates with -san. They would add "-kun" to a boy's name. In Old Fashion Cupcake, Togawa says "Nozue-san" and Nozue says "Togawa-kun".

"-kun" is usually used to refer to boys younger than yourself, but typically above the age of 12ish (around junior high school age).

I know that technically it can be used to refer to a girl as well, but I have personally never heard or seen that. If someone refers to "Suzuki-kun", you would automatically assume that Suzuki is a younger male.

In the Utsukushii Kare setting, Kiyoi is creeped out by Hira referring to him as "Kiyoi-kun" because it is, well, kind of weird.

Girls will call their male classmates for "-kun" and it's fine, because it's kind of cute and submissive; if they're close friends, they'll usually drop it.

Boys will most likely just use last names only, adding no suffixes. Hira referring to Kiyoi as "Kiyoi-kun" not only puts a distance between them, but it even makes him sound submissive. Kiyoi is the only one whom Hira addresses this way - he just says "Shirota" and "Miki" etc. about everyone else.

Kiyoi isn't offended, he's just plain weirded out by it. When he asks Hira to drop it, Hira immediately objects with Muri dayo! ("No way!", "Impossible!") because to Hira, dropping the suffix means lowering Kiyoi from the pedestal that Hira has placed him upon.

Here, Kiyoi literally says "You were able to call (it/me)", because Hira for the first time drops -kun from Kiyoi's name, which immediately changes the relationship between them. Things like this are incredibly hard to get across in a translation, because it's such an ingrained and fundamental part of Japanese culture and language. But it is the first time Hira puts Kiyoi on the same level as himself.

I could do a whole other long post about how the way Japanese people talk tells you so much about who they are as a person (such as whether a boy uses "ore" or "boku" about themselves, or whether they use proper non-gendered speech (like "jyanai") or male speech (which would be "jyanee"). It is an incredibly effective way to show the relationships between characters in media, but sadly this will more often than not be lost in translation.

I hope this answered your question!!

[hwaitham]

AH i almost forgot

please indulge me n tell me how Alhaitham reacted to the first time you called him daddy? ;3 hehe

as well as any other faves like Zhongli if you want to add him or someone else too ! <3

graybwun u must forgive mi for answering nearly 2 wks aftr u sent dis in . . it's just dat i got so shy every time i tried typing up a reply aaa ໒꒰ྀིn ›̥̥̥ ⸝⸝ ‹̥̥ n ꒱ྀི১ ! ! 

da first time i called al haitham ‘ daddy ‘ was a night where i had a bit too much to drink at the tavern  . . . :3  nilou had dropped me off back at his house for da night ( at this point in our relationship it was still a bit early on + we weren’t living with each other yet ) n he was sorta forced to take care of me . . ehe ><;;

he was vvv sweet albeit a bit reprimanding for drinking too much — washing my hair n brushing my teeth n dressing me in his spare clothes n setting his bed up for me to sleep in . he’d gathered his own set of pillows n sheets to go sleep on da couch for da night but i rllie didn’t wanna be left alone in dat moment /ᐠ◞⸝⸝◟ ྀིマ i started to get a bit teary-eyed n my lips wobbly n accidentally let da words slip from my lips , “ please don’t leave me , daddy ! “ . . i caught myself right after , covering my mouth shut w my palms — but that al haitham ooooh ૮ ⸝⸝≖⃙⃚᷅ ≖⃙⃚᷄⸝⸝ ྀིྀིა he is soooo Cheeky . chuckled a bit n tilted his head at me , running his tongue over his teeth in dat stupidly handsome way he alwys does . grrrr

he couldn’t help but feel his pants grow slightly tighter n a bit stickie after hearing me call him that , but obvi he wouldn’t do anything when ‘m drunk ! ! ! he simply patted my head n gave my temple a loving kiss , whispering sweetly to me “ god , you’re such a sweetheart “ before nestling into da comfy chair next to his bed n promising me that he won’t leave me — tonight and every night after ♡

he brought dis incident up to me da following morning when i was sober n teased me a bit about it when he noticed how bashful i got , puffing my cheeks out n denying da fact i actually said that >:/ but ultimately he told me he rllie likes it when i call him dat ; likes how wanted he feels n how safe i feel by addressing him as such :3 and it never fails to make his cock ache a bit whenever i do call him by that designation , teensie pearls of pre dribbling from his tip bcos da thought of me calling him ‘ daddy ‘ in more . . . lewd settings alwys seems to set him off a little :3

[dearest-painter]

How would Yandere Platonic! Miguel react to seeing miles after he beheads Daki! Reader?

Miles is fucked now that miguel is 100 times blood thirsty and feral

Daki! Reader would be grinning as Miguel tortures miles 😭

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive behavior, abusive relationship, Miguel fucks Miles up, mentions of beheading, Daki!Reader is a sadistic little shit, Miguel is blood thirsty and wants blood, Miles is FUCKED, Miguel shows no mercy in this, Miles isn’t dead as Reader finds his fear entertaining and wishes for him to stay alive just for his fear, Miguel breaks and beats Miles to PIECES!, Lyla supports this as she’s an AI and Miguel made sure she wouldn’t be surprised by this, tell me if I need to add more

Summary:He regrets it all..he regrets following Gwen..he regrets being curious but…he mostly regrets beheading you, he should’ve just gone with you willingly so that he didn’t have to deal with this but now a pissed off and blood thirsty Miguel is after him….Miles wish he listened to Gwen when she said not to talk to you…

You were giggling at the sight, your big brother was now chasing the BRAT that beheaded you. “Y/N please tell Miguel to stop!” You rolled your eyes at Gwen’s request, she’s a sweet girl and all but she should know by now that you and Miguel feel no mercy to those who hurt either of you. “Gwen you’ve been here long enough, tell me, why would we demons do something that wouldn’t benefit or protect each other?” Gwen’s eyes widen when she realized..Jessica was right, you both were heartless who only care for each other. You looked back to see Miles crying as he ran away from Miguel.

“GET BACK OVER HERE AND MAKE THIS SHIT EASY PERRA!(Bitch) ALL OF THIS CAN END SO EASY AND YOU’LL BE ABLE TO SEE YOUR UNCLE! GET OVER HERE ANOMALY!” Miguel was feral, you liked seeing this as it made him less mercifulness plus it lets him eat! Miguel was chasing him on all fours..this BRAT ALMOST KILLED HIS SISTER! THIS BRAT ALMOST TOOK THE ONLY PERSON HE CARES FOR! HES NOT LETTING THAT GO! Peter B was surprised as he looked at you…you were laughing and smiling in joy and happiness…this all was a show for you..your just as heartless as Jessica had said.

Soon Miguel grabbed Miles’s head then threw him towards a wall, he was panting..Miguel looked over at you to see you laughing and smiling…if a show is what his little sister wants then a show she’ll get. Miguel stomped on Miles’s shoulder as Miles screamed a bit. “LOOK AT ME BRAT!” Miles opened his eyes to see a blurry, in rage Miguel who was close to him. “Listen here, you hurt mi hermana(my sister) and thought you’d get away with it but your wrong…no one gets away with hurting her” Miguel kicked Miles in the stomach a few times, Break his leg, and stomped on his wrist a few times…Miles was bleeding but not enough to die…he was ready to rip his head off until Lyla appeared.

“Don’t kill him yet, let him be afraid every living moment as you know Y/N likes seeing people fear her and you everyday! Plus Y/N sent me down to tell you that” Miguel groaned then yelled as he threw a rock, no he wasn’t mad at you he just wanted to BREAK miles a few more times. “Fine…tell Y/N Miles won’t die since she finds his fear amusing” “Got it big man!” Lyla then went to your watch as Miguel sighed and scoffed at Miles. “Your pathetic, couldn’t even try to fight back..not as good as a show I wanted for Y/N but a show non the less…Understand this you little shit, your still alive because Y/N wanted you alive, if it wasn’t for her YOU’D BE DEAD!” Miguel then roughly picked him up to take him to the infirmary wing.

As long as his little sister was happy then he’d do anything for her. Her happiness is very important to him, just seeing her smile and hearing her laugh makes his work better. His little sister is the reason he hasn’t fucking killed everyone. Peter B was still scared but he heard Mayday laughing so he immediately snapped his head to the area to see you gently throwing Mayday in the air. “The baby goes up, up, up, and up! The baby goes up, up, up, and up!” You kept repeating that as you followed Miguel while smiling “Is that all you can think of N/N?” “Yes sadly, don’t worry I’ll think of something else baby spider! Oh your just so cute! Oh you wanna go up again? Okay! The baby goes up, up, up, and up!” Mayday was squealing and Giggling while Miles half awake and half not awake was being dragged to the infirmary wing bloody….just who has he been letting Mayday be close to?

[ferretrade]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thanks to @merlyn-bane for tagging me! <3

1.) How many works do you have on ao3

Currently 56!

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

183,482

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

At this moment, it's Star Wars all day every day. Specifically into the prequel era and Star Wars Rebels related stuff.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Twenty-Two - an Enjoltaire fic I wrote when I was 20 so let's not talk about that

it's a gift to be truly known - skybridger fic, I'm thrilled to see it this high :')

held like a dream - codywan, interesting it's done better than the others

Lost in the Supermarket - another enjoltaire from the wee age of 20, don't look at me

beholder - codywan, I do really really love this one

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, mostly! I don't always because it gets mixed up with my anxiety and I feel overwhelmed and pressured. So I live by a policy of "respond if I am feeling it, if not nbd."

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I genuinely can't think of anything that has an angsty ending. Angsty middles, sure, but I'm a happy ender. I guess it's like poetry, it rhymes (shatterpoint lineage fic) is a little bittersweet?

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hard to choose? I've written some pretty sappy fluff. I've decided on frame the halves, call them a whole (codywan) because you get a good, way pre-O66 fix it that means no one I like died PLUS force sensitive clones! :)

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

I don't believe I ever have!

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Haha yes. It's generally queer and pretty tame in terms of kink.

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope, never have.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so! My fics are pretty mid-tier at their highest popularity so I don't think anyone really cares to lol

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes and I'm still so, so flattered and thrilled by it. :''') I believe I had one (or even two???) old Les Mis fic translated before, but I don't see it linked on ao3. And then there's this absolute beauty:

Comme de la poésie, ça rime

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not technically, but Haley and I have a draft we lovingly refer to as only fan-akin, doc titled (by Haley, credit where due) "the west wing but if sam married the hooker and became president instead of dropping that storyline and leaving after s3"

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Maybe probably Billy/Teddy from Young Avengers. They're my boys!!!

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Baby girl, I have WIPs you don't even know. I wish I could write the jedi temple epic I wanted to, but my thoughts and feelings have changed so much the whole concept has collapsed and what I have is too messy to use elsewhere. And then there's the courferre soulmate fic I dearly meant to finish and just never will since the interest dried up.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. That's the easiest part for me to write.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Uh well first of all, actually getting myself to write is a big fucking challenge of mine. But really, the spacial stuff and descriptions kill me. Please know that if you ever read non-dialogue, non-thought parts that you like, it probably took me like 10 writing passes to get it just right. I live in a state of editing and reediting.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I just don't! I am willing to add in as much as I know or easy words-- like a bonjour or, if we're talking Star Wars, sprinkles of words like vode. But if someone is talking in sentences, I will straight up do "Sabine said something in Mando'a" or "Stop that, Sabine told him in Mando'a." Easier for me that trying to do bad translations.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Young Avengers!

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

This is ever changing. While I probably go back and read it's a gift to be truly known the most, I love a single slow desire for it being the best, biggest world building I've done. Plus it's f/f and I need more of that in my writing life

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