#just wanna hear him call me mi amor just once

[chvoswxtch]

whoever put pedro pascal in narcos and put him in those slutty little outfits, and made him a slut in general, and made most of his lines be in spanish-

I hope your pillow is cold on both sides every night

[tvgals]

sobs 🥹

modern! domestic! miguel! o’hara x black! fem! reader <3

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SCENARIO NO. 1

on your chest laid you and miguel’s beautiful daughter. you laughed airily and ask miguel if he wanted to hold her, why would he say no?

“here you go, my love.” you whisper, putting your fragile daughter in miguel’s broad hands. he wants to cry. he wants to sob and kiss her all over her chubby face. her hair in tufts everywhere, she’s the perfect mix of you two. “she’s so pretty.. ella es perfecta. ya la amo.” miguel coos bringing her up to his own chest. “thank you so much, mi amor.” “of course. you deserve it, baby.”

“mi perfecta esposa e hija. todo mío.” he whispers, kissing you on your forehead, oh so proud of you for bringing this beautiful light into his once dark world. t; “my perfect wife and daughter. all mine.”

SCENARIO NO. 2

your daughter’s bright eyes look at miguel’s, almost identical. he’s on the floor, practically three feet away from your daughter, trying to coax her over to his buff stature. “vamos, mamá. puedes hacerlo.” he says, eyes wide and his hands waving her over, his daughter laughing and drooling. miguel couldn’t help but laugh too. you jog down the stairs to see a picture perfect sight — your husband trying to get your one year old daughter to walk. “hey.” you say, looking at how concentrated your husband was, saying hi back and smiling. “cmon, gabby, cmon.” he waves. she sticks her tongue out and spits, blabbering nonsense. miguel chuckles, turning the tv on to watch the basketball game between the nets and celtics. leaning back on his hands, he’s immersed into the tv almost immediately, not forgetting about you or his daughter.

“weeee!” your daughter giggles, pushing herself off of her hands, wobbling on her chubby legs. miguel looks over and his eyes widen, a smile making his way onto his features. “¡bebé bebé! ¡Ven aquí!” miguel calls you into the living room. you rush in to see your daughter wobbling her way to her father, his arms wide open. once she makes it over, miguel engulfs her in a hug, kissing her on her forehead. “¡Estoy tan orgulloso! tan orgulloso!” t: “i’m so proud! so so proud!”

SCENARIO NO. 3

you didn’t know how to break the news to miguel. would he be mad? would he leave you? no no..he would never. right? this was your thought process while you were mashing the potatoes in a pot, lauryn hill’s low hums ringing throughout the kitchen. “hola hermosa.” says your husband, hugging your around your waist. “hi baby.” you mumble, a sigh leaves your lips.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. “just thinking.” you respond. “about what? did something happen?” he inquires, pulling you closer to him. “well…yes. but nothing bad technically. maybe bad for you.” you tell your worried husband, you can feel his lips purse together. “tell me what’s wrong, te estoy suplicando.” he whines, not in a needy or helpless way, but more of a “please i need to know” way.

“i’ll tell you at the table.” you promise, putting a reassuring hand on his. he walks away and sits down in the living room, leaving you with your thoughts. almost an hour later, you announce to him the food is done, handing him his plate so he can eat. you sit down a while later after making your own plate and he looks up at you. “wanna tell me now?” he asks, putting his fork down. you take a deep breath and mutter. “impregnant.” it’s a slur of words he can’t comprehend, so he asks you; “what?” he chuckles at your nervousness.

“i’m pregnant, miguel.” you say, looking down at your food. there’s a beat of silence and you hear miguel sniff. you knew this was a bad idea. “¿en realidad?” he asks. “yes, i’m 100% serious miguel.” you promise, walking over to his side of the table. he brings you over and starts kissing your belly, tears cascading down his cheeks. “mi esposa tiene un bebe! ¡Un bebé perfecto y saludable!” he mewls, pressing his cheek to your stomach. you ruffle his hair and start crying yourself. this is the life you’ve always wanted.

[exhaslo]

Since Puzzle Pieces is a favorite piece of mine from your writing could you dk like a mini side story about reader and mafia!miguel raising a family together especially with reader navigating finding herself

MORE SIDE CONTENT!!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO

Warning: Minors DNI, some smut, mentions of sex, mentions of murder, mentions of bullying

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"Mama, mama, mama! Wanna play at park, please, please, please?!"

Unable to resist the adorable look your oldest son was giving you, you caved.

"Alright, sweetie. Why don't you pick out an outfit while I call daddy to let him know, okay?"

You smiled brightly as the toddler cheered before running off to his room. It has been a few years into your relationship with Miguel and you couldn't be happier. The two of you had three beautiful children...and counting according to Miguel.

Your oldest son, Gabriel, was four; the second child, Gabriella, was two; and the last child, Kron, was only a few months old.

Humming lowly as you took your two youngest children to your room, you placed them on the bed before calling Miguel. Ever since your children were born, Miguel took extra caution whenever you would go out.

It was thanks to an incident when you and Lyla went out for some clothes shopping when Gabriel was about five months old. One of the other mafia families had the nerves to kidnap the three of you for ransom. Miguel did not take it lightly and ended up killing that new form mafia family.

"Hey, Miggy, I'm taking the kids to the park. Little Gabriel was just too cute to say no too," You said with a giggle.

"Aye, mi amor (my love), you must show some restraint with him."

"I know, I know."

"I'll send some men over. How are you doing today?" Miguel asked, wanting to make sure his wife was in good health.

"I'm okay, Migs-"

"AHHHHH PLEASE!"

"Are you okay? Another mafia group bothering you?" You asked after hearing the screams in the background. Miguel just chuckled softly,

"Not reason a bother, more like an insect. But don't worry, mi amor, they will be squashed in a moment. After I'm done here, I should be able to go home early."

"Maybe you could join us at the park, hehe," You said with a smile as you finished changing Gabriella.

"Daddy!"

"Yes, Gabi, your daddy might join us~"

"Now I have to finish early. I'll see you soon."

With that, Miguel hung up. You continued to change your youngest before laughing at how Gabriel dressed. Once finished, you had to fix your oldest clothing. With the three finally ready to go, you waited for Migue's men to appear.

You loved Miguel. He was still ever so kind and gentle with you. Your stuttering had calmed down with his help, although, you do get the occasional nerves, especially with new people. If anything, your children were the biggest reason for you to try and get better.

You wanted them to look up to you. Miguel was not only a powerful mafia boss, which the kids won't know about, but also one of the world's most powerful CEO. Compared to Miguel, you were just a small little bunny.

The thought made you sorrow. You wanted to do something with your life as well, but what? You've spent a good portion being bullied and ridiculed by both your parents and your ex boyfriend. Hell, if it wasn't for Miguel, you might not be here.

"Mama, the Peters are here!" Gabriel cheered.

Chuckling lowly towards your son's cute group name, you opened the door for the Peters. Jessica was there as well and greeted you and the small children.

"Hey, how's everything going?" You asked, wanting to get your mind off of your failures.

"Good. My kid's causing a ruckus in school every now and then. Wished, he got more of his father than me," She said with a laugh.

"Awe, I don't even want to think about sending Gabriel to school. I'll miss him too much!"

"Girl, with how Miguel is, he'll give you another baby." Jessica said with a wide smirk causing you to blush.

Miguel would.

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You were tired. You were sitting on one of the park benches, watching Kron as your other two children played. The Peters were watching the two children like a hawk while Jessica helped you with your youngest. Even with the help, you felt drained from other parents watching you.

It brought you back into your thoughts of what you wanted to do with your life. You had been through so much trauma that you could write a book, but would anyone read it? Would it be too depressing for other people?

"Excuse me, are all these men with you? You're making the other parents feel uncomfortable," A woman spoke while approaching both you and Jessica.

"O-Oh," You flinched, "S-Sorry...um-"

"Her husband worries a lot. They are her and her children's bodyguards, do mind yours." Jessica huffed.

"Well, it's still making everyone uncomfortable!"

You felt your heart sink. You couldn't even stand up for yourself against other parents. What were you going to do when your children went to school?

"My apologies, then perhaps we shall find another park for our children to play at."

Miguel placed his hand against your back, smiling casually towards the irate woman. It was instant that the parents gasped upon realizing who Miguel was. They immediately said it was fine as people tried to approach Miguel.

"And here we go," Miguel said with a heavy sigh. You smiled towards your husband,

"I'm sure the kids played enough for today,"

"DADDY!!!!"

"See?" You giggled as the two children ran towards Miguel.

Miguel laughed as he picked up his children. His loving gaze towards his family made you swell with joy. As long as Miguel supports whatever you want to do, you will be happy. Hell, knowing Miguel, he would make everyone in his mafia to buy your book, puzzle or whatever you do.

"Ready to go home?" Miguel asked his kids. They whined in response, "Mommy and Daddy have important work to do."

You felt your cheeks warm up as you looked at Miguel in protest. Using sex as an excuse for important work was going to get old eventually. You whined in turn as your children agreed to Miguel's ridiculous lie.

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"Tell me, (Y/N), what's been on your mind lately?" Miguel asked with a hum as he pressed your body against the bed, his cock reaching the deepest part of your gummy walls.

"M-Miggy, n-no fair," You whined as he held your legs over his shoulders, "I-I can't think...l-like this."

"Sure you can,"

With a thrust of his hips, you gasped and moaned his name. Your body melting against his touch and pussy clenching around his dick. No matter how many times Miguel would fuck you, it still brought you to nirvana each time.

Whimpering as Miguel's thrusts grew faster and rougher, you couldn't hold your voice back. You arched your back, whining and moaning as Miguel slapped against that sweet spot of yours.

"There's my little bunny. Wanna tell me what's wrong, amor?" Miguel whispered in your ear as he pressed you into mating position.

"Mhm~" You wanted to protest, but how could you? "I-I...ah~ I want...t-to do something...mhm~ with my l-life-"

"Amor,"

Miguel whispered softly, pulling you in for a kiss as you confessed. His thrusts were slow and sweet as he held you closely.

"Hah~ Ah~ M-Maybe...I...I could w-write a b-book."

"I'll support whatever you do, (Y/N). Just say the word and it's yours."

"Mhm~"

You wrapped your arms around Miguel as the two of you continued your 'important work'.

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Once all of your children were asleep, you sat in the living room, typing away on a laptop Miguel bought for you. Miguel approached you from behind, placing a cup of hot tea on the table. You smiled as he took his spot beside you, kissing your shoulder.

"Have you decided what you want to do?" Miguel asked softly. You rested your head against his,

"Well, I want to write about what I went through. Maybe...it will help other people try and get out of their similar fate....and I want to make learning puzzles for kids."

"Hm, seems like my wife has a busy schedule ahead of her." Miguel's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, "Just let me know and I'll help anyway I can."

"Thank you, Miguel." You titled your head and kissed him sweetly, "I love you."

"I love you more,"

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I hope you enjoyed! Puzzle Pieces is always fun to write! Also, you all might like my new series:

Over-Time

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The Sun isn’t even Down

𖤐Paring: Husband! Alejandro x Tired! Wife! Readers

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, married couple, some hints of smut, flirting, language, kissing, badly translated Spanish, mention of children,

𖤐Summary: Y/n and Alejandro have married for 5+ years now, and Alejandro still can't get over how many times this girl takes naps

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8:00AM

Alejandro sits on the couch after waking up, he made his cup of coffee, and sipping on it as he tries to find something to watch on the TV.

As he settled with a random channel and watched it he could hear the sound of shuffling, knowing it was his wife, he smiles looking over the couch seeing her.

Messy hair, over sized t-shirt, no short or pants, and fuzzy animal slippers. She let's out a yawn and made herself her own cup of coffee.

"You look so beautiful," he says.

"I look like I was fighting with a rat...and the rat won," she says, pouring her creamer into her mug and moving to her husband, placing her mug on the coffee table in front of them, her feet propped up on the table and she hugs his side earning a smile from his lips.

As he focused back on the TV, it wasn't long till he hears soft snores. He looks down and sees Y/n passed out.

"Really? You just woke up," he whispers.

Alejandro and Y/n have been married for 5+ years, and all Y/n seemed to do in her spare time was sleep. She works of course and she puts on a fake smile and chugs close to 3 cups of coffee just to keep herself awake and an energy drink coming close behind the coffee.

She tries to stay awake at work, but once she's home kicking her heels off, she plops on the couch and sleeps for who knows how long could be an hour and could be 7, it depends on her day.

Hell there was time she came home at 6 in the afternoon and fell asleep not waking till 5:30 the next morning.

Alejandro rubbed her messy hair, she stirs in her sleep and opened her eyes.

"I was sleeping."

"You just woke up 10 seconds ago," he tells her with a chuckle.

"I didn't get any good sleep last night."

"Mi amor, you were passed out, I tried to wake you up to roll over back on your side and you didn't, so I had to sleep on the little space I had."

"Well, you hog the covers."

"You do that too, amor (love)," she just pouts as Alejandro chuckled and kissed her temple. "You're so cure when you pout," he says.

Y/n's phone started to ring seeing it was her mother-in-law, Carmen.

"Why is my mami calling you?"

"Shh," Y/n shushed her husband and rolled over her side facing away from Alejandro and answered her mother-in-law with a yawn coming out.

Alejandro just listened to Y/n as she spoke to his mother. His mom was very loving towards Y/n, Alejandro was very nervous his family might not like her, but boy was he wrong.

If Carmen wanted to, she'd probably would've adopt Y/n.

"Mami!" Alejandro says next to Y/n's ear.

"Yeah, that was your son," Y/n says, picking at her overgrown nails needing them to be cut and polished. "She says hi."

"I wanna hear her say that-MAMI!" Alejandro took his wife's phone, she allowed him to take it and she rolls over to face him. "Mama, por que no me llamas? (Mommy, why don't you call me?)" He whines to his mother.

Y/n could just barely hear her mother-in-law. "Ocupado! Desde cuando? (busy! since when?)" He says. He groans and gives the phone back to his wife who kept talking to each other on their pervious topic.

"Rude," Alejandro says as Y/n shooed him away.

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10:13AM

Alejandro was getting ready for him to go to the gym, putting on a sleeveless shirt, gym shorts and his tennis shoes. He found his headphone making sure they were connected to his phone.

He jogs down the stairs seeing the channel was changed to something else, he smiles and leans over the couch, seeing his wife.

Asleep

Of course. Alejandro scoffs and gently taps her butt jolting her awake from the sudden smack on her bare butt. She smacks his hand away earning a chuckle. She jokingly took her slipper off hitting his arm.

"Asshole, I was dreaming about the beach," she says.

"I know, amor," he leans over the couch kissing her cheek giving her one more pat on the butt and walking to the front door. "I'm heading to the gym...do you want me to help you with the garden?"

If Alejandro mentions something like helping with the garden or having to do anything around the house, Y/n will usually stay up and do it.

"Huh? The garden? I mean...I can do it..." she says, popping her head over the couch to look at her husband.

"You sure?" She just nods. "Okay, I'll be back," he says, walking out of the house.

Y/n rubs her tired eyes and goes upstairs stretching and getting some clothes on. A black tank top and some jean shorts.

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12:00PM

Y/n tried to stay awake as she was digging some holes in the freshly de-weeded garden patch. Alejandro spent all day yesterday taking out weeds, a watering the dirt to make it easy for Y/n to plant in the garden and with the rain from last night also helped.

Y/n teared the seed packet of sunflowers and planting them. She sits on the knees wiping sweat from her forehead, she took a swing of her water when something soft brushed against her.

She turns seeing the neighborhood street cat brush up against her. He didn't belong to anyone, but she called him Pinto Bean or Bean for short, his little paw pads look like Pinto Beans hints his name.

She coos at him and picks him up kissing his soft head. No one else can pick him up scared he might be carrying around diseases or something, but he loves Y/n because she feeds him and give him attention, but still let's him roam around.

She placed him back on the ground and he stayed with her the entire time she was planting the garden. She could hear a loud exhaust, she looks up seeing Alejandro pulling into the driveway.

Bean stayed by her as Alejandro popped out of his car.

"What's the cat doing here?" He asked.

"He's helping, leave him alone, Alejandro," Alejandro doesn't like the fact that Bean comes around looking for food and attention from Y/n.

"Go shoo-"

"Alejandro!" Y/n smacks her husbands leg. Bean crawled onto Y/n lap as she was still putting seeds into the ground.

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Alejandro sat in a lawn chair with water in his hand as he watched Y/n, she bends over in the dirt planting tomato's next. He watched as her butt was on display in front of him, he couldn't help but smirk.

He gets up and walks behind her, she sees a shadow loom over her. She looks up to him standing over her.

"What?"

"You just look so sexy, all dirty, sweaty, the sun beating on you, you small huffs of breaths...you drive me insane, amor," he bends down kissing her lips, cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss.

"A-Alejandro, not now...please."

"Tired?" She nods as he chuckles picking her up and taking her into the house.

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5:00PM

Y/n was on the couch on her back using Alejandro's thighs as her personal pillow. She opens her eyes hearing the TV all of a sudden get loud, she rolls on her side facing the TV and watched what he was watching.

He placed his big hand on her waist gently rubbing it, and cooing at her.

"I've been thinking-"

"It' never good when you've been thinking."

"Hey now. I'm serious...I was talking with Rudy the other day and him and his wife are...pregnant..." She looks up at him knowing where this might be going. "I was wondering...if you were ever up for it...we can try?"

"Try," she sits up and looks at him. "With me always being tired, you want me to be even more tired?"

"I love you being tired baby, who cares, I'll be taking care of you anyways with our child. You carrying our child, I think...we could do it," he say, cupping her chin and pulling her into a kiss.

"Are we even ready?"

"I feel like a lot of people ask that, we are financially stable, we have a big house, I work a lot, you work a lot, we save our money all the time, I think we are," he tells her.

"Okay, so...when shall we start?"

"Now," he picks her up taking her into the bedroom.

[takotakigum]

someone to spend time with — itoshi sae.

characters: itoshi sae x gn!reader

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, established relationships, sae and his softer side, reader is kind of shy/easily embarrassed but is easily excited, and idiots (it’s really just sae who’s an idiot) in love.

word count: 1.6k

synopsis: sae discovers that there’s something more to soccer—as long as it’s with you.

note: the nicknames/callsigns “mi amor” and “amor” mean “my love” and “love”.

aged up characters | please read at your own risk!

“sae,” you once called out in the dead of night with a whisper. well, you would think; because sae was actually awake, listening in to your soft snores of slumber. “…will you?” you said, shifting in your sleep. “will i what?” he mumbled back, aware that he was only talking back to a fragment of your dreaming state.

“soccer…wanna play with you…” you managed to say after the long silence you left sae hanging with. “so play soccer with me, sae.” sae had you continue on with your mindless sputtering, only humming after every pause you did.

that night continued on as if nothing ever happened, your breathing once more became even, breaths of air hitting sae’s neck. as your boyfriend paid no mind to your sleep talking agenda.

well, not until a week later—that is. because the memory of it vividly plays back for sae.

“all done for the night?” you see sae walking closer to your figure sitting down on the bench of the private field you both are stationed at. typically, he’s out for practice by the morning; although unfortunately, even the slightest rainfall can hinder such an athlete’s routine. which now leads to this event: sae asking you to come along since when it’s late at night, you aren’t busy at all. sae wouldn’t mind your company for when he practices, after all.

as sae stands in front of you with a nod, the visible sweat that lightly clings onto his face makes you stand up and usher him to sit down and rest. gently, you fetch a towel from sae’s gym bag and use it to wipe his face somewhat dry.

“were you practicing a new move? it looks different from what you usually do in your routine. well, at least from the last time i watched you.” you ask with a smile, making sae scoot over the bench for you to sit down, too. “you noticed it? although it’s nowhere near polished.” sae shouldn’t wonder, really. with each practiced movement he’s done on the field, he’s also secretly spared a glance at you. and each time, his heart beats a little bit faster—because he sees you looking at him so attentively, observantly, and tenderly. it’s plastered all over your face and especially into the twinkling depths of your eyes. sae has no doubt about it.

“of course i did! it looks really cool!” without thinking, you lean yourself closer to sae; hands propped on his thighs as your face is inches away from him filled with excitement. however, it easily dissipates when sae raises an eyebrow at you, his teal eyes blankly staring. “i-i mean, you know, i just think it looks cool since you’re the one doing it…” you avert eye contact with sae, a rush of blood heating up your face.

you hear a sigh, and curiously so, you take a peak at sae. the corners of his lips are tugging upwards, something close to a smile as he still looks at you. sae’s hand comes up near your face, then rests on your head. his hand goes back and forth gently, making you loosen up to him once more.

then, it all waves down upon sae.

sae suddenly stands up, abruptly grabbing your wrists to pull you into the wide field with him. “amor- sae, what’re you doing?” although you say it with the voice of contradiction, your body allows sae to continue dragging you.

“you want to play soccer with me?”

your eyes go wide, and a gush of anticipation hugs you from the back of your heart. “h-huh? you know i don’t know anything about-” once more, sae notices how your eyes aren’t looking at him, he sees how you’re only looking anywhere but him.

dead in the middle of the field, sae stops, then goes closer to you. “i’m not asking you if you’re good at football or not. i’m asking you if you want to play with me. here, right now.” in some aspect, sae doesn’t know why he’s doing this, although at the same time, he doesn’t care if it’s what you desire. “is that fine? aren’t you already tired?” in a way, sae’s breath is still a bit ragged, although he doesn’t seem like he’s hiding it.

“it doesn’t matter.” sae mutters after some time, when he’s picked up a disregarded soccer ball on the ground nearby. he takes your hand with ease and makes you hold it; his hands helping yours. “it does, actually. you shouldn’t be wasting your energy on someone—who is probably in your dictionary—lukewarm.” you laugh, rather more than a giggle, too, as you tease sae for his vocabulary. however, sae doesn’t find that quite humorous. “don’t say that, you’re not lukewarm.” sae pushes his knuckle on your cheek to squish it rather harshly, making you wince.

“you never answered my question. do you want to play?” hesitantly, you nod. “i guess so? but i don’t see how you’ll benefit from-” now, you’re not quite sure how many times sae has stopped you mid explanation with him words, however, now he’s halting you with his lips. “you worry too much; you speak a lot of nonsense, too.” he murmurs on your mouth, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer. his fingertips and palms far away from your face as he dares not stain your porcelain skin with dirt from the soccer ball.

when sae departures from your face, a tender look is met with your gaze before sae pulls your hands away from the ball you once held, making it fall to the ground. “put the ball under your foot, and try to move it without losing your balance.” suddenly, sae sounds like a strict teacher. even so, a smile stretches your lips, doing exactly as he said. while holding sae’s arms, you move the ball around, getting used to the shape, weight, and size of it.

and after some time, you happen to believe that you’re getting the hang of it…when you really aren’t.

“you can’t keep holding onto my arm, mi amor. that’s not how football works.” sae watches you move him alongside you as you kick the ball with—although barely—precision. “shush! it’s not like we’re playing real soccer!” you retort, to which sae only sighs loudly in exaggeration. “i know, but still.” you shake your head almost immediately. “no, i can’t reach the ball when it rolls too far. but you have longer legs, so you can reach for me.” the gears are visibly turning in sae’s head, yet he still doesn’t understand the logic. he truly does not.

sae effortlessly reaches to the loose ball with his foot, bringing it closer to you both. however, he manages to slip his arms away from your grip and distance himself farther from you. “sae!” you call out, mouth caught up between a grin of excitement and a slacked jaw of disbelief. “come on,” even sae lets out a laugh, especially when he glances at your body running towards him at a decent throttle in dedication to steal the ball from him.

throughout the whole empty field, only the echos of your occasional yells and sae’s occasional response are heard. a sneak of laughter here and there brings everything together, like a silk ribbon wrapping around a box of a present so special.

as the cold night’s air flows through and hits every exposed skin of sae’s body, he feels so light. he thinks—unrealistically—that the spotlights of the field enhances everything: from how your face has a toothy grin that doesn’t seem to falter; how your clothes start to get disoriented by the way you run to catch up with him; and how your eyes are so fixed on him, and only him—the same eyes that look at him so enthusiastically on the field.

sae is becoming hyperaware of how his cheeks seems to be hurting because of his own smile, plus of a blush too—but other than that, sae is becoming too hyperaware of how he wants to bask in the moment and hug you.

for the first time as he’s playing soccer, itoshi sae falters. all because he’s subconsciously slowing his body down; wanting to have any way for you to be near him as quickly as possible.

“hey, look- i think i got-” as you are able to steal the ball from sae with an exhausted body, your foot slips on a portion of the muddy grass and yelp. your hands recklessly take hold of sae, pulling him down the damp field along with you, dirtying both of your attires.

“not quite. you lost your balance, mi amor.” sae couldn’t bring it in him to scold you, at least not at the moment. because his stomach feels like it’s going to burst—he’s laughing too much, he can’t deny that he hears it himself. and you giggling with him encourages his system to let loose a little more. “it’s not my fault! i didn’t know it would be that slippery!” you pant big breaths of air, letting your body rest on the muddy ground. “right. i should’ve told you to be more careful.” even though your limbs are intertwined with sae’s, he finds a way to hover over you, cushioning his palm under your head for your comfort. sae tenderly touches your foreheads together, his lips achingly desperate to kiss you as his other hand finds your free one to hold.

each emotion he feels is heightened, and all he can do is hold you close to him as he allows it to flow through his whole body and soul—all because it’s so foreign.

then, another surge washes over sae, and it nearly drowns him this time. because only now does sae notice—the whole time he’s not looking at anywhere else but you in the field—he never did, never was; he’s not paying mind where the goal should be at, nor is he taking notice of which side of the field he’s at—no. his eyes only care about you. not the field, not the ball, and not soccer itself.

the whole time, it’s you.

you: one of the only people capable of making such a enclosed, gloomy environment be like something beyond sae’s dreams—something even better.

“soccer’s fun, isn’t it?”

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[pablitogavii]

Best friend's little sister Pt. 5

Ever since they found me bruised in that corner, neither Pedri nor Pablo could let it go. I begged them to forget about Jacobo, to let him leave my life and not cause any more problems. They both promised to do as I asked but I should have known better than to trust them on it!!!

"Son of a bitch is going to be there!!!" Pedri said checking the schedule and Pablo nodded as they both were set on teaching him a lesson he won't forget.

After school, I went to Pablo's apartment watching him get ready for some "Barça event" that suddenly happened but nobody mentioned before. I was curious but trusted him to tell me the truth.

"Is Pedri less angry about what happened???" I asked and Pablo said he's slowly moving on from it. I was glad to hear it just wanting this whole thing to be over.

I stood up from the bed walking to his closet and snaking my arms around his torso from the back holding him tightly. I kissed his strong muscular back teasingly thinking of a perfect way to make him stay with me tonight...

"And you amor???" I say seeing his jaw clenching

"I would feel much better if you let me punch his stupid face for good!!!" he said and I shook my head in response.

"Aii amor he's not worth it..." I say nuzzling my face into Pablo's back as he sighed. I knew the only reason he wasn't doing as he said is because of me and it made me proud.

"Hmm can't you stay with me??? I already told Pedri I'm sleeping over at Masa's???" I say feeling his strong arms reach for me and pull me in front of him as he raised my chin gently inspecting my wound which was healing well.

"Stay here and wait for me pequeñita...I won't stay long I promise you and we can cuddle all night, vale???" he said leaning down and kissing my lips passionately making me wish he didn't have to leave at all...I really craved some intimacy after such a long time.

"Hm bueno...then I'm gonna go sleep...naked...all alone...in your big bed papiiiiiii" I smirked taking off my clothes one at the time and jumping onto his bed as he watched a show meant only for his eyes.

"Aiii que haces conmigo!!!" he followed after me as I cuddled up underneath the comforter leaning in to kiss him passionately.

"You know what happens when you are mi nena mala, no???" Pablo smirked and I recalled very well my last punishment...hm it was such a craving. I nodded pouting and he kissed my lips, nose and then forehead.

"I'll see you soon cielo. Be good!!!" he said and I wished him a good night as he left to meet Pedri int he car downstairs.

It was barely an hour when my phone rang and I smiled thinking it Pablo already "missing me "and telling me he's coming home but it was actually Masa.

"Hey girl what's up???" I said getting up thinking it's a new gossip she has to tell me but her voice was very much concerned.

"You are gonna wanna come here asap girl! Pablo and Pedri are kicking Jacobo's ass!!!" she was definitely drunk and I heard people cheering in the background. I froze once I comprehended what she had just said...Pablo and Pedri are WHATTT!!!???

"Where are you!!!???" I was already up wearing my old shorts and Pablo's oversized t-shirt before calling a cab to take me to some home party she mentioned. Luckily it wasn't far and I was there fast. The place was swarming with crowd screaming and chanting all around as I tried to push past them. Then cop sirens were blasting and everyone started to run pushing me all around until I finally landed in the pair of familiar arms.

"Cielo? What are you doing here??????" Pablo said holding me against himself so nobody can hit me as they ran and then Pedri joined us as well with a bruised lip. Just great!!!

"What are you two idiots doing!!!??? Estan locos!!!???" I was yelling angrily but they grabbed my arms pulling me towards the car as we drove off before getting into serious trouble.

"How did you know where we were!!!??? Did you talk to him again!? I told you not to and to call me if he tries to get close to you again!!!" Pedri said angrily but I was just as pissed off.

"A friend told me!!! And I told you NOT to do anything stupid like this and you promised!!! Both of you are just a bunch of liars!!!" you said giving Pablo an angry look as he sighed feeling his bruised lip as well.

"Now he'll know better than to hurt my only hermanita" Pedri said driving us all to the house and telling Pablo he can just sleep over since it was late.

I was very much angry at both of them...but especially at Pablo who knew Jacobo had the picture and now has all the reasons in the world to plaster it everywhere!

I was silent the rest of the ride and when we got home I just walked to my room without a single word. "She'll get over it, hermano. Let's eat something" Pedri said as Pablo watched me walk upstairs knowing that he has some making up to do tonight.

Pablo excused himself to use "a bathroom" as he went into my room seeing me laying there in bed on my phone still in his oversized shirt. He smirked laying behind me but I gave him no attention what so ever!!! He's gonna have to work for it!!!

"Hmm is mi nena angry with me huh??? You look so good in my shirts nena...so delicious" he kissed my shoulder as his hand pulled me back and cuddled into me.

"Pablo!!!" he heard Pedri calling sighing in annoyance before leaning in and kissing my cheek.

"I'll make it all up to you later, cielo..." he said before leaving but I didn't answer anything.

A few hours later when everyone finally went to bed, Pablo snuck into my room locking the door behind and laying in bed behind me. I was still awake but pretended to sleep but he could see right through it.

His hand slowly went underneath my/his t-shirt resting on my stomach and slowly moving upwards until he was cupping my breast making me moan.

"Hmm stop ignoring me pequeñita...you know I can make you talk" he said cockily as his other hand grazed my thighs sending shivers all over my body.

I tried pulling away but having his hands on me felt so good..and I craved it for so long. I opened my eyes and he turned me around to look at him.

"Please talk to me..." he said caressing my cheek and I sighed nodding my head.

"So now you're lying to me too???" I said really tired of all these lies I have to deal with. At least Pablo and I were always honest with each other.

"I'm sorry cielo...but you would never agree" he said tucking a strand behind my ear gently.

"Of course I wouldn't agree!!! He has a picture of us that he can show to my brother and everyone!!! Now he has all the reason in the world to do that!!!" I said and he smiled shaking his head and kissing my lips.

"You think that's funny!!!??? What do you think Pedri will do if he..." but you couldn't finish as he was shutting you up with his lips holding your face in his his hands.

"He doesn't have that picture anymore, cielo...I paid him a visit a few days ago and he deleted it in front of my eyes" Pablo said and I was confused why would he do that.

""Let's just say people love money too much to refuse it" Pablo explained and I sighed at least glad it was only Vini we needed to worry about now.

"And what about Vini...that won't work on him" I said but he was done talking pulling me close and devouring my lips passionately. I relaxed into his touch as we made out for hours until both fell asleep in each others arms.

A few days later, we all went to Ibiza. Everything was quite for the whole summer vacay...no sound of Vini and we enjoyed our Ibiza to it's fullest. Pedri even allowed Masa to come with us and it was a blast.

masa.babyy

Ibiza

My soul sister @y.n.gonzalez 💗💗💗

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"I don't know girl but people say you're end game" Masa teased while we were sun tanning and I stole a glance from Gavi in the hot tub smirking at me.

"Are you joining us tonight hermano???" Pedri said but Gavi completely forgot what they were talking about...all he could think about is you in this small bathing suit...your wet hair...and that smile when you looked at him.

"Nahh I'm not in the mood" Pablo said that being the fifth time he refused to go out with the boys to clubs filled to the brim with half naked model looking girls...obviously it was odd to everyone.

"He must be back with that Sevilla girl" Balde said

"I was never with her, chick is toxic." Pablo said knowing they won't just let this go " But sure I have someone, vale!!!???" he said getting up and walking to grab a beer.

"I respect that!!! Besides we all know how girls here are" Pedri said and Pablo smiled hoping when he tells the truth his friend will remember this moment.

"I don't mind it at all" Balde joked and all the boys laughed.

When they left, Pablo knocked on my door excusing himself when he saw me and Masa laying there talking.

"It's all good...anything for my end game couple" she teased passing Pablo while I threw a pillow at her that he caught.

"What's she going on about huh???" he said sitting down and I straddled his lap kissing his lips while laying with his hair.

"People commented on her post that we're end game..." I explained and Pablo smirked nodding his head and pulling me closer...I could already feel him hard underneath his swim trunks.

"I want to take you somewhere..." he whispered into the kiss and I smiled nodding my head not even asking what he had in mind...if it was with Pablo I would go anywhere.

"Make sure you have something warm" he said and I pulled on the hoodie he currently had on which made him chuckle and take it off only to put it over my body.

"Perfecta! Vamos amor" he said and we left telling Masa that we won't be back until morning. She nodded wishing us a "fun night".

"Are we going on a boat???" I ask and he smiled nodding his head as we both jumped on and he took us to a secluded beach filled with beautiful lanters.

"Oh my god Pablo...it's so beautiful" I say looking around while holding myself on the boat feeling his arms wrap around me and pull me against him protectively.

"I told you to be careful..." he whispered and I smiled holding his hands on my stomach as we arrived to the beach and he helped me out. He took a small blanket and a bag from the boat.

"What is that amor???" I ask and he placed the blanket down showing me champagne, and some snacks inside the bag. I smiled wide at the little surprise.

"It's a real date for mi pequeñita...and I want it to be perfect" he said and I kissed him lovingly as we both laid down in each others arms. We drank a glass of champagne, enjoyed a sunset and looking at each other we both wanted the same thing. He pulled me on top of him as he laid down and we started to kiss and discard each other's clothes.

"Aahh P..Pablo..." I moaned into his ear feeling him stretching me out while his hot lips grazed my skin.

"Tan buena pequeñita...y...toda mia!!!" he growled the last part marking up my neck while moving faster sending both of us closer to our long awaited high.

"A..Ahh please never let me go again" I whimper feeling my body contracting around him as my high washed over me sending my mind into oblivion.

"Never again...mi cielo" he groaned finishing as well as we both laid there in each others arms holding each other tightly and enjoying the moment together.

"Y/n...I know we've been through a lot...and many would disagree with what we are...but I love you pequeñita...I really do" those words echoed in my head as I smiled never being happier than now.

" love you too Pablo..." you say feeling his grip tighten as he kissed the top of your head and then raised your chin to kiss your lips. Everything in that moment was perfect...if only it could of lasted forever.

[moralisist]

earth 42! miles x reader

summary: you just wanna understand miles and why he’s been so off. once he’s dealt with you finally ready to leave him, will he tell you the truth?

“miles.. what’s going on?? you’ve been flaky on dates, i’m left on delivered 8 out of 10 times, you’ve even been missing school.” you’re sat on miles bed talking to him as soon as he enters his room by climbing through the window. “and you’re even coming in through the window knowing damn well your door is always open to you. if you wanna end things because you got your own shit going on then-” “no!” the first time miles speaks, its with panic.

“no baby. it’s not even like that. i just- im just dealing w a lot right now. shits busy.” he says slowly trying to speak cautiously. “oh yeah shits busy with you and your uncles shady ass business huh? you think i dont notice you miles? you think i don’t see the small ticks you have when nervous? or the way you bite your lip slightly whenever i mention about it or when you try to deflect like you’re trying to do right now? i love you miles but you know i’m not an idiot. don’t treat me like it.” “baby,” he chuckles trying to diffuse the situation. “you wouldn’t leave me, right mi amor? you just gotta understand, i’m busy i don’t have time for all the shit you talkin bout.”

you’re silent as you look in miles eyes. he’s looking at you intently really realizing that you just might leave him after all the shit he’s putting you through. he can feel his resolve crumbling. he doesn’t know how to smooth talk his way out of this. “miles all the ‘shit’ i’m talking about is us. you don’t want this do you? because i need you to let me know now. i’m tired miles. i’m exhausted feeling like i’m the only person trying to get things to work out. i wanna hear you out, i want to know what’s going on through your head but you won’t let me. i don’t know what to do. i’m so tired of calling your mom every other day to make sure you’re eating and that you’re well on days you don’t talk to me. i’m tired of writing notes for you in class so you can catch up when you barely even pay attention to when i try to teach you. and i’m tired of sitting at booths while waiters look at me with pity after saying ‘would you like the check?’ when you don’t come for hours. i’m really tired miles.” you sigh as you hold your face in your hands finally relieved to get to tell him all the shit you’ve been holding in.

miles genuinely wants to cry. he’s been so selfish. he knew deep down even when pushing it away he’s been hurting you. he knew he was hurting you when his mom would give him the silent treatment after receiving one of your calls and telling him, “don’t string that poor girl along. you got lucky and you don’t even know it mijo.” he just didn’t know how to tell you about him being the prowler. it seems like no matter what he does, whether he tells you or not, he could lose you. when you finish speaking miles looks down at the floor blinking back tears that he doesn’t want you to see. he clears his throat before speaking.

“i’m so sorry baby.” you can hear his voice crack but he refuses to cry in front of you. “i’ll tell you everything. i’m so so sorry. i didnt mean to hurt you cariño. can i hug you baby?” he’s finally walking over to you after putting some distance between the two of you with him leaning against his window and you on the bed. you nod finally ready to get some answers from your boyfriend. he’s holding you close flipping you onto him so that you’re on his lap. he says he focuses better that way.

as he’s telling you about him being the prowler he’s playing with your shirt clearly nervous. he starts to stutter with some sentences and it makes you sad because your boyfriend never stutters. he’s always so confident so you can tell this was really affecting him. he’s rubbing your thighs while telling you stories about him and uncle aaron’s “business”. once he’s done you hug him and put your arms around him as you caress the back of his neck while he’s inhaling your scent rubbing circles with his thumb on your waist.

you move back to see him, the boy you love letting all his emotions out and finally visibly relaxing as he tells you everything he’s been wanting to tell you for months. “thank you for telling me miles. it all makes sense now but i wish you told me sooner. i don’t want you to share this burden all on your own.” you give him a warm smile and he smiles feeling such love for you. “i don’t deserve you, you know that? i know you know that.” he says easing the tension looking at you lightly laugh at his joke. “oh trust i know that. you just charity work.” you both begin to laugh finally easing into each other. “can i get a kiss baby? been needing one for so long.” you hold his face in his arms and kiss him. this kiss is a much more intimate kiss than the others. it holds emotion. he grips onto you tighter, never wanting to remember the feeling of you almost leaving him. he needs you here and he needs you here to stay. and he’s ready to man up and prove it to you.

[atalentedwriter]

— snooze and miss the moment

paring: e-42!miles x fem!reader

a/n: i don't speak spanish i'm sorry but i used the most accurate translator i could find. if i made ANY mistakes, feel free to hmu and tell me i will certainly change em. also didn't like forgive me so i deleted it lol sorry forgive me (get it 🤭)

taglist: @looorelaaaiii

sypnosis: in which the reader and miles take a day to unwind from the stress of day to day life and his secret alter ego as the prowler.

wordcount: 2,103 words and 10,898 characters

genre: fluff, teenagers, romance, slightly suggestive but not really, established relationship

translations: "they can't hear you" - "no te oyen" "hey" - "hola" "you shouldn't have" - "no deberías tener" "whatever you say" - "lo que tú digas" "you've got the loveliest voice" - "tienes la voz más hermosa" "my love" - "mi amor" "my life" - "mi vida"

"Don't go in there girl, you know the killer is ALWAYS in the cabin!" You scream at the tv and Miles has to put a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. You two were watching a horror movie and the characters were pissing you off with their stupid decisions.

"Damn mami chill out, no te oyen." He said with a chuckle and smile before turning back to the tv as you sunk into his arms on the couch.

It was a late night and you two were in your bedroom which had a bed and desk on the right with a tv and couch across from it. It was a stress-relief night- that's what you called it at least. You had these once a month or whenever miles' busy schedule doing God knows what clears up.

Prepping for tonight was the most exciting thing to happen today. You bought new matching pajamas for both of you, hello kitty for him and kuromi for you. You spent HOURS perfecting stitch braids on your braiding doll so you could try it on Miles. You also created a slow playlist for both of you, one of the songs being "Snooze" by SZA. Miles put you on, it was the song he played for you on your first date and it immediately became your song.

You had also bought facemasks and extra nail polish, as well as a bunch of snacks and more.

Miles arrived at your door at 9PM when both of your parents were to be out the house for date night.

"Hola mami." Miles cupped your face to give you a small kiss on your lips, you had to pull apart before he turned it into a makeout session. "What?"

"You'll get your kisses Miles, but for I prepared a lot of stuff to do, come." You urged him into the house and shut the door, locking it as he noticed the matching pajamas on the couch.

"For me? Oh mami no deberías tener." Miles picks up his pants and walks over to you to give you another kiss but you swerve him.

"Bathroom, go change." You say as he rolls his eyes jokingly, walking over to the bathroom to change. You grab your stuff and head to your room, changing into your kuromi pants as well. Once you were done, you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in."

Miles steps in, wearing his hello kitty pants and the same green hoodie from earlier, folded sweatpants in his hands. He puts it on top of your dresser and looks you up and down. A red tube top with your baggy kuromi pajama pants. the waistband hung a bit low showing the top of your nike underwear pants.

He raised an eyebrow, a small smile peeking on his lips before he hid his amusement to look up at you. "And is there any reason you asked me to take my hair out?" He didn't have his usual 2 braids, just his regular 4c hair in a low bun and you brightly smiled.

"Yes , actually, come sit." You walked over to the couch and sat down, a tray with a bunch of hair cair products, a comb and a rattail comb sitting next to you. "I wanna braid your hair."

He shrugged and sat between your legs, reaching his hand up to squeeze your thigh. "You sure mami?"

"Yeah, I spent hours perfecting stitch braids and I..wanted to try on you." You grab your comb as he reached down, pulling the rubber band out of his hair, revealing it to be much fuller and bigger than you thought.

You go silent. What the fuck was Mrs. Morales using and why did he have healthier and better hair than you? You were a bit envious, you were definitely gonna ask for haircare tips after.

"You good up there mami?" He raised his head up to look at you and you reach down to move his head back straight.

"Mhm..I got it, don't worry."

"Lo que tú digas" He says as you start combing through his hair which felt like silk, the comb quickly and easily moved through. Miles hummed as he closed his eyes, resting his head in your thighs.

"You're not tender-headed are you?"

"Nah..go crazy." He reached up to rest his arm on your thigh as you picked up the rattail comb, parting it down the middle and applying gel.

"Snooze" by SZA filled the room as you silently sung along to it. You stopped and moved your head down till you were face to face with Miles. He opened his eyes to look at you in confusion and you smiled, singing along with the lyrics.

"I can't loose, when I'm with you, how can I snooze and miss the moment? You just too important, nobody do body like you do"

Miles laughed at your antics and leaned in to kiss your cheek but you moved back, giggling.

"Uht uht, lemme finish." You sat back straight to continue braiding his hair as he closed his eyes again.

"Tienes la voz más hermosa (name)." Miles said as you smile to yourself.

Minutes later you had finally finished and top it off with some rubberbands at the ends.

"You done?" Miles asked as you nodded. "Lemme see."

You nervously handed your man the mirror as he opened his eyes to look at it. He was silent for a second, moving his head to the side to see it better.

"You like it?" You asked and he raised his head up to look at you with a smile. "Or it's like nah?"

"It's dope, I fuck wit it.." He paused and looked up at your satisfied expression. "Lemme rephrase. I love it mi amor" He said as your smile grew bigger.

"I got something hold on." You move his head back into position placing some cute hello kitty pins on his head, he watched you through the mirror intently as your face focused to find the perfect spots for the clips. "There, is it cute?"

"You got me putting all sorts of shit in my hair...I like it." He turned to face you, raising an eyebrow. "Do i get my kiss now?"

"No." You turn him back around as he playfully pouts before you chuckle. "I'm joking, c'mere." You move his head upwards so he was upside down, at least in your pov, and you kissed his lips slowly, cupping his face.

His hand that was holding the mirror up fell down to the ground as he pushed himself upwards to get the kiss deeper. As you both pulled back he had a goofy grin on his face, one you rarely saw.

It returned back to a smirk just as fast as it appeared, it was gone. He looked back into the mirror and raised an eyebrow, looking up at you. "You tryna be my personal stylist ma?"

You couldn't even clock what he was saying, he looked so good upside down like that. It took you a second before it registered in your head. "Huh...? Oh yeah, if you want."

Next up was face masks. You both were in your bathroom, and Miles watched you, arms crossed as you take out the masks from the paper bags they were in and placed them on the counter in front of your mirror.

"And that does what?" He asked, that was something he never seen before. I mean, he does skincare, his mom made him do it since birth but when it came to facemasks he always preferred a gel his mom always got for him.

"It exfoliates the skin and combats acne. Plus it gives you smooth skin." You say, looking up at him as he raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

"If you wanted smooth skin, we could've just done it another way mami." He wanted to crack up, his jokes get him sometimes.

You stare at him, looking up through the glasses you had on. "Why are you always so nasty?"

"I can't help it mi vida you do something to me." He whined as you stoped the emerging smirk on your face. "I know you wanna laugh."

"Miles." You turned away to hide your smile before looking back at him. "You need to start getting on your knees for Christ."

"Okay, pastor."

That got it. You both erupted into laughter, Miles laughing because you laughed and you just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Boy- anyway." You collected yourself as you giggled a little bit. "Do you want the hello kitty mask or the kuromi mask"

Miles pointed and looked at you. "Hello kitty please."

You took the mask out of the packaging before instructing him to sit down on the covered toilet seat due to him being taller than you. He obliged and you gently put the mask on him as he closed his eyes. You used your fingertips to smoothen out the mask on its sides.

"Damn, I've been missing out." He says as he stands up and you both walk over to the counter. He puts his hands on his face which was covered by the cute pink mask.

"Soft right?" You gently apply the purple mask on your face and he helps you smoothen out the sides like you did for him. "We look so good, hold on." You brought out your phone to take a mirror pic as Miles walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck as you snapped some pics. One where you both flashed grins at the camera, another where he was kissing your neck and another where he jokingly bent you over the counter, both of you making faces.

As the facemasks worked on your face, you both sat down on your bed, your nail kit open as Miles raised an eyebrow, looking through the colors.

"Matching nails?" He asked as you showed him the hello kitty nails you had gotten for yourself the other day.

"Yeah, I got hello kitty and I figured I could do a little kuromi for you." You smile at Miles who ponders over your words. "Pleaseeee?" You take his hands and pout playfully, blinking as you looked up at him.

He sighed. "Yeah okay whatever ma." He smirked as a huge smile graced your lips and you picked aside some colors.

"I have some kuromi nail thingamabobs so-"

"Thingamabobs? Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Miles asked as you grabbed the base coat bottle.

"Relax, I know you're supposed to put it on the nail, if you want i can just like try to draw the character instead?"

"Don't fuck me up mami."

And there you two were, half an hour or more later, on the couch, cuddled together and wrapped in blankets while eating snacks and watching scary movies.

You had painted Miles' nails black and purple and on the middle fingers for both of his hands was the character, Kuromi. You actually did a pretty good job drawing it but that's because Miles was stressing you to do a good job.

As the movie ended in a gory mess, you turned to look at Miles who was already staring at you. "What? Something on my face?" You asked and he smirked.

"Nah, you're just beautiful." It caught you off guard but he normally did that, he compliments you at random times to see how shocked and cute your flustered face is.

"Pfft- you're corny" You laugh, turning away to hide your face but Miles' noticed the big smile. You turned back to him. "Is there anything else you wanna do loverboy?"

Miles narrowed his eyes at you. "...I've got some ideas."

"Wha- MILES!"

He grabbed you, picking you up bridal style before placing you on the couch. In one swift motion you were under him and he was hovering above you, his legs between your thighs and his arms on both sides of your body, keeping you trapped.

"Tell the truth, I look better under you" He smirked down at you and as if on command, "Snooze" by SZA started playing again and Miles lowered himself and attached his lips onto yours.

Apart from SZA's smooth and slow voice, the only other thing that filled the room was the low volume of the tv which was playing the movie credits and the faint sound of lips smacking and small moans. Miles had moved one hand down to your thigh, putting it on his hip as he rubbed it gently but firmly.

"Damn."

[leodette]

Hello! Would it be possible to do 50 for Carlos Sainz?

hello! I'm honored to write this for you, sorry for the delay, real life happened (sadly). hope you like it!

no. 50 - putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Not Unhinged or Unhappy | CS55

fandom: Formula 1

pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (not named)

names/faceclaims: -

summary: don't work too much, darling...

warning: none

requested: yes / no

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Summer break was probably the best part of the whole season. At least for her. She and Carlos didn't have a public relationship - private, not secret - and she had to work during most of his racing weekends. That was the tax for having her own business and being stubborn enough to not allow her boyfriend to help her financially.

And so far Carlos didn't mind. He loved that she worked, that she did the same thing as him - her passion as her fulltime job. Yes, it was sometimes a bit sad for her not being able to be there in the garage and watchung him doing rounds, but they managed! And she promised to come to some races at the second half of the year, once she'd be comfortable enough to leave her business in her assistant's hands for a weekend.

Right now, they were "practicing" for that moment. She took 10 days off... and Carlos immediately whisked her away to Mallorca on his yacht, enjoying time together, lounging around, eating delicious seafood and Mediterranean cuisine, drinking crisp white wines and just relaxing. But still she wasn't able to NOT work at least an hour or two every day.

"Princesa, they will manage a day without you," Carlos hugged his girlfriend from behind, putting his chin on her shoulder while she sat by the table after they've finished breakfast, her laptop opened and the order system of her small independent fashion brand filling in. She scoffed a bit and sipped her iced tea before opening the Excel tab.

"Give me an hour mi amor, this needs to be done otherwise the shipment will be late," she gently smiled at him and pressed a sweet peck at his cheek before smoothering the wrinkle on his forehead.

"It's only an hour, Carlos. And don't frown, you'll have wrinkles," she chuckled before turning her attention back to the laptop.

Pinon came to them, carrying his favorite sweet corn stuffy and laying under her feet, looking at Carlos in a way that very clearly said 'do something, I wanna play'. And Carlos would love to, but his workoholic girlfriend wouldn't be disturbed.

"Hi Dida, any problem in the storage?" she picked up her phone, answering the call. Carlos rolled his eyes. Call with Dida would take another at least twenty minutes, and even after that it wouldn't be sure if his girl would allow herself to actually close the laptop and leave the thoughts of any disaster that could happen in the storage to people that actually were there.

His thoughts were interrupted when his lady left out a big breath and rubbed her eyes before shaking her head and opening another tab.

"Yeah I will take a look at it right now, could have it in like two hours ready? Would that be-" she wasn't able to finish because the phone disappeared from her hand and her laptop was closed with a loud clap.

"Hello Dida, Carlos here. Your boss will log out now. She leaves all control in your competent hands. She-" he clapped his hand over her mouth, shutting out her protests with efficiency, "- is on holiday. And holiday is for relaxing. Which as you for sure know she desperately needs. So from now, you will only call her when the storage is on fire, or if the Spanish Queen herself orders from you, okay? It was ncie to hear you, Dida. Thanks for your cooperating, ¡Qué tenga un buen día!"

And with that he pressed the button, ending the call immediately and putting it away from her grasping hands. His girlfriend was looking at him with a pure shock in her eyes, not being able to say anything.

"Mi amor," he took her face in his hands, cradling like the most precious porcelain vase, "you're exhausted. You need to stop thinking about this. I know how important it is for you, but taking time off is important as well."

She huffed and crossed her arms, reminding Carlos of a small child throwing a tantrum when their Mama wouldn't buy them a lolipop in a grocery store. He chuckled weakly.

"Okay, let's do it with force now."

And ignoring her scream when he scooped her up in his arms, he walked to the railing and jumped in the crystal blue waters of Mediterranean Sea, earning an excited bark from their dog. Carlos didn't let her out of his arms, instead hugging her close to him when they both got at the surface, spitting water and wiping their eyes off of salty water.

"Te amo mi Princesa," he murmured when smoothing her wet her from her face and pressing kiss to her lips. She said nothing, merely squeezed her arms around his neck, hugging him tighter.

"I'm sorry for being a workaholic, Charli," she murmured the nickname only she was able to use, earning a chuckle from him.

"Don't aplogize, just promise me - no more work for the reamining time we're here, okay?"

She just nodded and hid her face in his neck, Carlos pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

idk if this is where you write the requests but i have one for pedri🫶🏼 so maybe they’re just hanging out at home and y/n does that tiktok prank on him where she pretends to be on the phone with her friends and she’s like “whattt ong no way” basically pretending her friends gossiping to her, and pedri being all like omg let me listen put it on speaker

Yes, this is where you ask anything or req something🤣 Celebration fic as I ended my semester✨🌻🫶🏼 got one week of vacation before I start again, also fic celebration for Barça's win and Pedri's goal, so here we go! (Cute Golden fact: Golden Boy, Gavi doing the last goal at CN and Golden Boy, Pedri doing the first goal at Montjuic in an official match🥹🫶🏼)

Working on it, right now, because I was inspired🤭 also @http-isabela SHISME FIC! 🤣🤭

Chismoso -P.G8

Summary: Your boyfriend loves some good gossip

You smiled at your phone watching a girl do a prank on her boyfriend in Tiktok where she pretended to be on the phone with her friends with some "gossip" and her boyfriend was trying to listen to it.

Pedri, your almost three years boyfriend, loved any kind of gossip and whilst you delivered to them nicely to rant about your day or get off any anger, he got his dose of gossip and helped you with your problems.

You loved it tho. It was nice the fact, you were lovers and at the same time the best of friends, trusting everything you have and own into the others arms.

"Amor, estás lista?" (Babe, you ready?)

You smirked. You definitely were going to do this one.

"Si!" You replied grabbing the tray with your food. You pushed your phone in between your shoulder and chin and walked towards your living room. "Help me, please?"

"Hostias preciosa, you could have told me you'd need the help" You shook your head smiling softly

"I had it done until now" It was his turn to shake his head with a smile on

"Who is it?" He asked whispering noticing you were in the phone

"Alexia, she's been texting me non-stop today, she told me she'd call me for something, don't know what it is tho" You replied in the same way

"Baby, it's starting" Pedro pouted as you kissed his plump lips repeatedly

"You can watch it while I'm on the phone, it'll be quick, hopefully"

"No, I'll just pause it. I don't wanna watch it alone"

"It'll be just for a few minutes"

"Venga, bonita" You never resisted his big brown beautiful eyes and that little nickname of his

"Stay quiet" He nods sitting on the couch and you taking a seat next to him, he was the one who pulled you closer by the legs to him "Yes, I'm listening" You said before humming a few times

"Ay joder" You said furrowing your eyebrows as Pedri looked at you "And like she never stops having a few problems with Cynthia..." You made up sighing before shaking your head "That's bullshit"

"Gossip?" He mouths as you nod "Oh, I wanna know that. Put it on speaker" You shook your head <no> "Why not?" He asks but you shook your head "Wanna hear some good gossip" You smiled shaking your head and did a demand with your hand for later "No" He whined, you shushed him up "Want it now" He whispered pushing himself onto you "C'mon, let me hear" You started giggling "Stop laughing, focus on the gossip so you can tell me the details of it"

And with that you bursted in laughter.

"Oh my god!" You said throwing yourself at Pedri who was confused "Oye, no seas tan chismoso!" (Hey, don't be such a gossipmonger)

"I'm not a gossipmonger, I'm just interested in everything you do, speak to or look at, 'cus you're my girl" He tries to defend himself as you shake your head shaking your hand as well

"You're a chismoso" You said in laughter as Pedri smiles

"Chica, the call" He said after a few seconds as you show him your blocked phone

"There's no call, mi niño. I'm pranking you and realizing I have the biggest gossip for Fer and your parents once they came back next week"

"No! They'll be going at it for the rest of our lives!" You laughed as Pedri went ahead and hugged himself into your chest

"I'm preparing everything then" You smiled

"So, it was a prank?" You nod humming once you both calmed down "So there's no gossip? Joder" He lamented and you laughed again, this time Pedri joining too as you leaned down and kissed his lips

"Ay 'jueputa. Mi niño lindo y chismoso" (My pretty and gossipmonger boy) You both laughed, you felt Pedri leave a kiss in your cleavage

"Sólo un poquito" (Just a little bit)

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[gloomyluvr]

EMBARAZADO

in which miles just wants to talk to his gf 🤷🏻‍♀️

fem!plussize!latina reader x miles morales

(anyone can read tho)

fluff guys. just fluff.

warnings!: i know jackshit about the comics so if like nothing is lore accurate or wtv im sorry. 100% Self indulgent. ik miles is a bit of a no sabo (😣) but we’re gonna pretend hes a bit more fluent 🥰

a/n: hey bitchess im back. you alr know i had to write for my bae miles. first miles fic and first fic in a year so sorry if this is bad.

masterlist

“ughh im so tired bro. apenas ‘stoy terminando the english homework.” y/n yawned into her phone. miles had called her as he finished his rounds swinging around the city making sure it was as safe as it could possibly be. 

“ugh, i have to do it when i get back to my dorm.” miles grunted as he swung from building to building. 

“i’ll send you a copy of mine if you need a reference.” miles only hummed in response. y/n had noticed the sound of the strong wind had calmed down. the phone on her desk suddenly buzzing. it was miles requesting a facetime call. 

“contesta! you have to see this view!” miles exclaimed. y/n answered with her camera turned off. 

“hmm. that looks amazing.”

“un dia, im taking you to all my favorite spots.” miles promised. he turned his camera to face him and that’s when he noticed y/ns camera was turned off. “heyy! turn on your camera. i wanna see your face!”

“ughh noooo! i look so fugly rn. i look like that weird dog filter on snapchat!” y/n turned her camera. she propped her phone up against her laptop.

“wait... that was a filter?” miles raised his eyebrow. 

“hey!!!! que malo!” she turned her camera off which miles responded to in protest. 

“nooo! im kidding y/nnn. pleaseee i wanna see your beautiful facee!” y/n complied smiling as she finally let miles clearly see her face. 

“hermosa!!!” miles jokingly blew kissed towards his phone. 

“ughhh stop it! that’s so embarrassing.” 

“how is me calling my novia ‘hermosa’ embarrassing? are you embarrassed of me” miles jokingly gasped as if he were offended. 

“YES!!” 

“WHATT?”

“miles, when i first heard about you it was cuz you pulled someones hair out!! that’s so embarrassing!” y/n laughed while miles cringed at the memory. 

“it was a total accident! i can’t believe you’re using this against me!” miles once again grunted as he resumed swinging. 

“are you embarazado?” y/n burst out in laughter at her own joke. miles tried not to laugh but hearing y/n’s laugh, he couldn’t keep it in.

“yes, estoy very embarazado.” he said as serious as he could. y/n only laughed more. “that’s so stupid bro. i can’t believe you’re dying at that.” he chuckled. once y/n calmed down miles spoke again, “is your roommate there?”

y/n looked behind her where her bunkbed was. “nope, i think she went to stay with her parents for the weekend. why?”

“so i could come over. no vas ir con tus papas?”

“nah, they’re outta town, remember?” miles hummed in response.

“amor, open your window please.” y/n did as miles asked. once he was fully inside, y/n engulfed him in a hug.

“hi love.” she sleepily said. 

“hi mi amor.” he kissed her forehead. 

“‘m so tiredd. changeee i wanna go mimis already.” y/n let go and went to lay down on the bottom bunk. she went and got comfy under her covers while waiting for miles to change into the pj’s she kept for him. once he was changed he turned the lights off. miles was back in front of y/n, putting some random netlifx show on y/n’s laptop.

finally he got on the bed and under the covers. y/n sighed as she cuddled up against miles.

“imagine if your mom saw us. god, poor mrs. morales would have a heart attack.”

“nah my mom adores you. imagine if YOUR dad saw us. he’d kill us!” 

“no he wouldn’t. he loves you! i think he loves you more than he loves me.”

“hmmm you’re right. im just better than you” miles shrugged.

“ok. fuck you.” y/n jokingly tried pushing miles away but he wouldn’t let go.

“nope. you’re staying here.” 

“hmm, im fine with that.”

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Eighteen | Where It All Started…

Being home felt like a relief from the chaos of being on the road two days only to have my life fall apart. I was barely speaking to Dom, giving him the full silent treatment and begging him mentally to not go back to that storyline.

Neither of us had control over what WWE wrote for him. A lot of it was off the top once he knew the objective but the control ended there.

He was home for three days before he made it clear he had to go back. His suitcase was packed at the door and Finn was due to babysit me next.

“Don’t be like that. It’s just acting. No one is catching feelings. That kiss is as far as it’s gonna go.” I almost believed him because of the rating and it airing on prime time TV.

“Exactly. That wasn’t far enough already? You kissed her, Dom. For TV.” I stayed behind the kitchen island still stewing and fighting all the ways I didn’t feel like myself still.

I was still popping pain pills like candy and the pain was enough to stop me in my tracks still. I would cuddle up with a big glass of wine, pop a pill, and pretend I could get away with self medicating.

“I have zero control but I came home. I left work to be here with you. Yet you’re not really here, are you? Finn’s not gonna let you abuse those meds when I’m gone.” He threatened me in such a real way when he walked over to the cabinet to snag the orange bottles altogether.

“Are you fucking serious, Dominik? I just had a miscarriage and a surgery to stop the bleeding. I’m not taking them for fun.”

“For fun?” Dom boxed me in with a hand on either side of the counter top and his thumb pushing my chin up to look at him. “No, I think you’re getting fucking numb. So numb you don’t have to deal with it. Just like when we were teenagers.”

“Don’t act like you know my every move. I need those for the pain.” I reached for the pill bottle in his hand when he held his grip on it.

“Don’t fucking do this. I know you. I’m right here, mi amore.”

Finally wrestling them out of his hand, he snatched them back, breaking the cap off and popping one his mouth. “You take one, I take one. That’s the deal. You wanna be numb, act like a bitch, pretend nothing happened then I can to.”

Scolding him I didn’t argue, I was mentally counting how many were left if he took one and how long that would get me. I wasn’t addicted but I understand they helped and that had enough value to come off as crazy.

Pulling away he dumped half the bottle into a small baggy before tucking the bag in his back pocket. “Oh shit, Finn is here.”

I rolled my eyes at the thought of a babysitter. “Goodie.”

I watched Dom strut to the door, letting Finn in and embracing him. Licking my finger I let a pill stick to my skin before pushing it past my lips. Dom was leaving and Finn was babysitting me. My life had went from perfect to trash.

Finn’s accent was abrasive at first when he came over to the kitchen island, dropping his duffle bag on the floor and trying to make eye contact. “Looks like it’s us the next few days.”

“I don’t need my own personal nurse. I’m doing just fine,” I shot back.

Dom scolded me, his eyes boring into me. “It’s not for you. It’s for me. I need to know you’re okay and you didn’t want it to be my mom.”

“I’m not a child anymore, Dom. Of course I don’t want to masterbate with her down the hall.” I smiled before pivoting on my foot and grabbing a drink from the fridge. Heading up stairs I could hear their exchange the way teenage boys would.

Waiting at the top of stairs I eavesdropped, I wanted to know exactly how Dom felt. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding overprotective. The pain meds, watch those. Back in high school she did a stint of needing pills. I don’t wanna do that again. Other than that, tread lightly because you know I’ll kill you if you touch her.”

He saluted him in response prompting my eyes to roll again. Great, he was on Dom’s side entirely.

Before Dom left he stopped at the stairs, calling my name and forcing me to show myself. Dragging myself down the stairs I knew I would just fall deeper into this pit of despair if I didn’t kiss him goodbye.

“Don’t do anything stupid. FaceTime me tonight after RAW, okay?” His hand smoothed down my back and pushed me right into him. Our mouths collided, the warmth of his tongue felt like heaven and I instantly regretted not having sex.

“Dom,” I whimpered all out of breath already. “Don’t go yet…”

“I can’t miss this flight, mi amore.”

“We didn’t… I don’t want you leaving all pent up. Not with the storyline… what if something happens.” I whispered while his mouth kissed around my lips.

“Finn is here babe,” he retorted but I didn’t care. His hands kept my hips in place as he pulled away. “I have to go baby. It’s just a few more weeks until Mania then I’m home for a little.”

The smallest tug on the tie holding my rob together allowed it to fall open for Dom. Licking his bottom lip his head snapped over his shoulder to make sure Finn couldn’t see.

“You know the doc has to clear you first, mi amore. I don’t want to hurt you…” His hands smoothed up my body until his hands were caressing close enough to my tits to hurt.

“Dom. That doesn’t mean I can’t help you…” His warmth mouth planted kisses all over my neck causing my voice hitch in my own throat. Slipping a hand between us I palmed his bulge hoping he was take pity on me.

Clutching my hand in his, he held me still, not letting me rub him the way I wanted to. “We aren’t alone and you need to heal.”

The way his hands rushed to close my robe felt insulting. I felt like a failure entirely.

“He walked in on us before, Dom. How many times have you said that you don’t care who sees or hears us?” Closing my robe I wanted to retreat but his hands still kept me in place.

“I don’t want to fuck you while you’re high on pain pills. I don’t want to relive that summer.”

“That summer? Let me guess, that’s the real reason Finn is here.” I scuffed pushing past Dom on the stairs. “You told him I was a fucking addict? Do you even know why I was getting high that summer?”

“It doesn’t matter why. That shit was hard for me too. Seeing you like that.” He followed me just to tell me it was hard for him when he was sober with a girlfriend that summer.

“Hard for you? I was throwing myself at you while you’d rub your girlfriend in my face. You forced me to prove shit with Blaine constantly. I had to survive your cruelty. I spent one summer drunk and high. One summer. Half the WWE roster is juicing and you’re kissing Liv but I need a babysitter?” Sitting in the corner of the couch I curled up under a blanket.

He sat down next to me, matching my energy, only he was trying to save face in front of his friend. “I just don’t want you to slip into that again. It wasn’t easy fucking you and wondering if you were too high to remember after or if I violated you.”

Leaning forward I watched Finn’s wide expression only grow. “He paying you to babysit me?”

“He doesn’t need to pay me… he’s my best friend. If he needs me here, I’ll be here. No problem.” His thick accent skated down my spine when I realized Dom hadn’t thought any of this through.

Standing up I let my robe fall off my shoulders and crashing down to the floor without a sound. “I’m taking a shower. Do you need to babysit me doing that too?”

Finn immediately covered his eyes, standing up from the barstool, and acting astonished by turning around as I breezed by.

Dom shouted my name after making sure Finn wasn’t looking. “It’s not funny and he’s not babysitting you like that so don’t fucking test me.”

Wandering in our bedroom I smirked to myself knowing I had made my point to Dominik before he assigned his babysitters. If he wanted to treat me like we were teenagers than I was going to make it hell while he did it.

Putting down my phone on the bathroom counter I glanced at the text already from Dom.

Dom: Don’t fucking try me, babe. We might be friends but I’ll kill him for even looking at you.

I didn’t bother to text him back before I slipped into the shower and left Dom on read.

[cease-your-release]

"To What Do I Owe This Pleasure, Papa?"

You are summoned to Papa Emeritus IV’s office, where a pregnant Copia awaits your attention, which you are more than happy to give him. (Fluff, 2,210)

Content warning(s): VERY light angst, mention of gender dysphoria, MPREG

I have such brain rot for pregnant Copia,,, wanna kiss his tummy,,,

As a wise someone on here once said: “I am a man who can get pregnant writing about men who get pregnant.”.

Also on AO3!

The tap of your leather shoes against the freshly polished tile floor of the ministry halls is striking and quick.

You were doing your usual duties, going about your job as normal, until the phone of your department rang. “Papa has asked for you.” Said to you the sister who answered it. To them, it may have seemed cause for concern. You knew better.

It wasn’t long at all before you reached the doors of his office, excitedly knocking at the wood. In response, you hear a voice equally as giddy call out for you to “Come in!”. You do, shutting the entrance behind you, and are met with the image of your partner, sitting behind his desk with a stupidly lovestruck grin on his face.

“Amore, what took you so long?” Copia asks with exaggerated distress, though the ruse doesn’t work as well when he can’t stop cheesing.

“It wasn’t even two minutes!” You respond with a laugh, making your way over to him. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Papa?”

He rolls his eyes and giggles. “Very funny…” His voice drips with sarcasm, turning his chair while you round the corner of the large desk.

And oh, what a sight it is.

His papal robes may hide it well enough, but to you it was unmistakable, especially in a seated position. When facing you, unobstructed by the table before him, the slight outline of his subtly rounded stomach was immediately in your focus. Copia is roughly 6 months along now, though it’s fairly difficult to tell when you cannot utilize the on-site medical professionals in the workplace, and getting an outside visit would not go unnoticed by one Sister Imperator. The others may have their suspicions about your relationship, but none were aware of his pregnancy, you weren’t even sure most of them knew of his ability to bear children. You estimated based on time frame and size, and kept telling yourselves that you would coordinate a day off to take a trip to the local clinic to see for sure. That had not come to fruition yet.

“It’s nothing too pressing, tesoro. Just that I- we… wanted to see you.” He answers your question, bringing a hand to rest atop the bump. That causes the jeweled fabric to shift, and accentuates the shape. You honestly can’t tell if it’s on purpose or not anymore.

“Ah, of course.” You say with a knowing smile. “Did they tell you that?” You lean forward to press a kiss to his forehead, which he hums happily at. One of your hands supports your weight on the armrest of the chair, the other settling over the one of his on his belly.

“Sì, they did! Bambino has been using me like a punching bag, and I could hear them calling for you. I told them ‘Mi dispiace, Bambino, Baba is hard at work, you’ll have to wait’, but…” He gestures to himself with the free hand. “You know how it is, eh?”

The two of you had thought of names by now, but nothing was truly settled on just yet, and you still didn’t know the sex of the baby. His solution was to simply call them “Baby”, like a temporary name, though you both preferred the way it sounded in his mother tongue.

You laugh at his reenactment, and nod in playful agreement. “I do know, Papa.” You say, sliding your hand down to the side of it. You go in a circular motion, a gentle caress. That earns a soft noise of appreciation from him.

“Will you ever tire of that?” Copia asks.

It was a little joke you had thought of shortly after the discovery. About a week in, you were trying your best to go about your work day like nothing was amiss, and you saw him in the hallway. A formal greeting, you bowed your head and said “Good afternoon, Papa.” and that was when it clicked. Later that night, in the safety (what little there was, anyway) of his bedroom, you revealed it to him. “Because you are Papa, and you will be a Papa!” You said. “Ahh, I see! That is very clever, amore.” He laughed along with you then, but now it was like a bad pun- and he liked those, so that meant something.

“Mm.. no, I don’t believe I will.” Is your answer to his question back in the present. He scoffs. “How are you feeling?” Your voice turns much more genuine, almost serious, and your expression reflects that. You could always be lighthearted, but the underlying worry never really subsided.

“I am… better, now that you are here with me.” He sighs, eyebrows pinching upward. His eyes meet yours, and you notice they suddenly seem much more tired than just a moment before. "Non è poi così male quando sei in giro..." Comes from him in a near whisper.

Pregnancy was no easy feat, a fact only made more evident when you throw gender dysphoria into the mix. There were good and bad days, and this one was erring on the side of the latter. You helped Copia throughout all of the steps of top surgery, and were more than happy to do so, but that was a lot of time off, of which neither of you had enough left that year. Bottom surgery was top of his list, but he had to wait at least a few months to get there. In that time is when it happened. Despite the hormone therapy and consistent protection, one day you were waking up to the sound of retching in the suite’s bathroom. That could have been a one-off, but after a week you took an unpermitted trip to the corner store. He called his doctor to figure out the best course of action, but in the end it was up to him. He mulled it over for days, you hardly talked about anything else. You made sure to tell him that there was absolutely no pressure, no need to do this if he was not absolutely positive he wanted it and was able to. In the end, he wanted children, biological if it could be helped, and it could. He temporarily stopped taking testosterone, and now here you are.

“I’m glad I can be that for you, sweetheart.” You say. The hand on the armrest raises to cup his cheek, albeit carefully so as not to smear his paint. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, since he nuzzles right into your palm. The other stays on his abdomen, which allows you to feel a most heartwarming occurrence. From within, something small presses against your fingers. Both of you notice immediately, and don matching, beaming smiles within the second.

“You see? What did I tell you? I’m getting beat up here, huh?” He jokes, each word laced with a giggle.

“I do! That one was pretty strong, I think you may have watched those ‘Rocky’ movies too many times.” You return the humor, though your excitement is palpable- you may even be a little proud. Strength is a good sign in development, right?

“There’s no such thing!” Copia replies in faux offense. A lot of his free time, especially once he started showing, was spent watching films from his vast collection. As much as he loved movies in general, the iconic boxer had always been somewhat of an inspiration for him, so they played quite a few times over the months. “I believe Bambino would like some kisses from you, caro.” He suggests, biting his grinning lip as he gazes up at you from his seated position.

“Oh, would they now?” You ask, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. “They told you that too, I take it?” He nods. You let out a small chuckle at his antics, and slide down to your knees before him. Already, you can’t wipe the smile off of your face, just loving seeing him like this. It is a nice angle. Carefully and slowly, you raise the intricately bedazzled fabric of his robes. He holds it up as you pull it past his ankles, then knees, until finally his midsection is revealed. You meet his eye. “No shirt again?”

“None of them fit anymore, tesoro.” He reminds you matter-of-factly, which is fair enough. None of his usual under-attire, anyway, but he refused to wear his casual tops with the papal getup.

You make a face as if to say “You got me there.”, and turn your attention back to the task at hand. Your gaze falls before you, to the swelled bare skin peeking out from under the bunched up regalia and over a pair of black pants. Perhaps just because it was him, and with your child, but the sight was truly something you could never stop adoring. Subconsciously, the fact that it was kept hidden may have influenced your feelings, the idea of nobody else being able to tell while you couldn’t not notice was enticing to say the least. On either side of the bump is black suspenders, which he found he had to use after not being able to properly fasten his trousers. You gently unclip them, and he sighs in relief. They did put a visible amount of pressure on the underside of it, metal clamps pushing up against his skin. “You could always just undo them when sitting here all day.” You offer, and instinctively begin stroking the flesh with your fingers where imprints of the buckles had formed.

Copia hums in response to the touch before answering. “Yeah, and if a clergy member walked in I would have to stand, and then my pants would drop to the floor.”

That was a good point… and an admittedly amusing image.

“You could wear no pants at all…” You say playfully, glancing back up at him.

“Ah, you would like that, wouldn’t you?” He replies with just as much humor, and nudges your side with his knee, which pulls a laugh from your throat.

You wink at him, but waste no more time, and lean in to press your lips to the top of his rounded belly in a soft, tender kiss. You hear a gasp, but can’t quite get a good look at his face from down here. Even so, you grin, and bring both of your hands to rest on his sides. You trail kisses down the bump steadily, all the while faintly caressing the peripheries of it, which causes him to make a series of tiny noises ranging from sharp intakes of breath to chuckles. Evidently, pregnancy didn’t make him any less ticklish. Nearly halfway down, you manage to catch a glimpse of him. He’s looking at you through one open eye, a faint flush painting his ears, and an adorably wide smile. You swear he could truly melt you if he tried hard enough- or not at all, really. After reaching the end of your path, you add a few more around less calculated spots here and there, and rest your forehead against it with closed eyes. He’s quite warm, but perhaps that’s due to your actions.

“Anche noi ti amiamo, caro.” Copia mutters after a few long moments, and brings a gloved hand to your head, lightly stroking over your hair.

You smile, then press one last kiss to his stomach, right above his belly button, which you had observed has been turning into an “outie”. You go to reattach one of the suspenders to his pants when his hand blocks your view.

“Leave them, per favore.” He requests quietly.

“Not worried about flashing the clergy anymore?” You inquire lightheartedly in response, and begin to pull the robes back down over him, watching as the fruit of your labor disappeared underneath.

“Ah, they probably won’t come see me today.” He answers with a sigh. “Besides, I might have to call you back before the day is over.”

You raise yourself from your spot on the floor, having unfolded the garment to its end. “My department is already wondering about these frequent visits, Papa.” You warn, though only half of you really cares right now. You lean over him again, your faces mere inches apart.

Copia straightens his posture, which allows him to reach you for a quick kiss. “It’s not up to me, yell at Bambino.”

“I could never.” You respond with a quickness, your tone only half joking, and reciprocate his little peck before standing upright. You had spent a suspicious amount of time in his office by now, and the both of you knew you had to be leaving soon.

“I know, amore…” He says, stroking your upper arm before watching you step back, not taking your eyes off of him just yet. “I will call and tell them that I kept you, that it’s my fault.”

Before you can tell him not to worry his pregnant head about it, the landline on his desk rings.

He presses his index finger to his lips, and with his other hand makes a “shoo” motion. You blow a silent kiss to him before opening the door and stepping out, trying to fix your expression to be anything less than elated.

You know he’ll send for you again.

Translations (kind of):

"Non è poi così male quando sei in giro..." : "It's not so bad when you're around..."

“Anche noi ti amiamo, caro.” : "We love you too, dear."

[adalwolfgang]

Gideon Grim | Random headcanons

A/N: These are quite literally random and all over the place. Special thanks to my friend, Mickey, for letting me ramble about this man and giving me some more cute headcanons.

Tags: @my-sanity-is-long-gone

Purs like a cat when you rub his back or run your fingers through his hair. Honestly any soft touch.

Likes comparing y’all’s hands together to see how much bigger his is than yours.

Will nonchalantly grab your hand and turn it around to kiss the inside of your wrist. Or better yet when you rest your hand on his face, he’ll turn his head to kiss the inside of your palm. Will also kiss your knuckles.

Will wear black gloves that are sorta thin so he can still feel you under his hands. Will never not be around you without his gloves on because he doesn’t wanna risk accidentally touching you.

When he’s not on tour, he’ll on occasion keep his hair down and will let you put little braids in it. By the end of it, he might accidentally fall asleep.

Will call you darling, sweetheart, my love, mi amor, etc. Honestly anything starting with “my”.

One day you compare him to a cat and that’s how the pet name “kitty” starts. He doesn’t really mind as long as you keep it private, he’s still got a reputation to uphold Yk?

If you ever dressed up in a stereotypical grim reaper outfit on Halloween, he’ll just roll his eyes while letting out a stifled laugh. He thinks you look like a lunatic but hey, you’re his lunatic.

Definitely reads in bed for you if you’re struggling to sleep. He’s got the perfect voice and attitude for it.

Going out to eat at a restaurant with him. Either you or him are a little bit (or a lot) picky, putting the food you don't want on the other's plate. He’s that whole “they asked for no pickles” but like 10x more scarier.

He’s definitely a good listener aswell! I mean he’s a motivational death coach. Dude is always listening to what you have to say and is your biggest supporter as you are his. He gets deeply touched if you take his advice on scaring for whatever reason or compliment the writing in his books. At that point he feels as if Cupid struck an arrow in his heart.

Smiles so wide if someone even mentions you, whether it be in an interview or at one of his dead talks.

Will definitely tease you when no one’s looking, whether it’s him simply touching you or making faces. If you show any reaction, he teasingly scolds you while a small smirk is edged on his lips.

Definitely likes listening to music like “hit the road Jack” or something similar and dancing with you. He’s a really good dancer and no matter if you stink at it or not, he’ll be swaying you around to the music.

Yk how like in some relationships, people have to get like accepted by their s/o’s family to date them? It’s the same for you and Gideon except it’s with his cat. Like if Muffin genuinely shows hate toward you, he doesn’t think it will work out cause Yk he loves his cat very much. But if it starts off bad and slowly muffin warms up to you, he thinks you’re a keeper. Or if you’re lucky and muffin immediately takes a liking to you, he’s already got a ring in hand.

OWill let you wear his cloak because he finds it humorous how it practically swallows you. More than once has he snuck up behind you and just wrapped his cloak around you like a burrito and carried you to any cushioned surface to cuddle. A man only has so much patience.

Okay now hear me out. Gideon is a swifte (or whatever her fans are called) but not like in the whole has a poster on his wall of her but like, listens to some occasional songs of hers and has some songs he genuinely likes. I mean, he had “Look what you made me do” as a song for one of his dance sequences.

I was also watching a radio podcast of his on Facebook and he literally mentions how he watches stranger things on Netflix in the underworld. He’s a stranger things fan. He definitely likes the demigorgons, and his favorite character is secretly Eleven. Basically that whole “I could be a good mother” but replace it with father.

Gives off girl dad vibes. Would spoil his child(ren) rotten the same way he spoils Muffin.

[moralisist]

miguel x reader

summary: you and miguel go on vacation !

“come on mi amor, smile for the camera!” miguel has taken almost about 100 pictures today alone, you believe. you appreciate the fact he wants to make memories but you’re tired of stopping every five seconds to take pictures of minuscule things. “miggy, this is a tree. a random tree. do we really need a photo of me standing next to a random tree??” you ask him with your eyebrows up.

“of course we do baby. this is our first vacation together. we have to make everything count, no?” you end up taking a picture with the tree just so you could see your man have a small smile and be at peace.

you guys decided to go on vacation since you were getting exhausted of everyday spider work and you could tell miguel was too, but he’d never admit it because spider work is his whole need of living. you took it upon yourself to take you guys on a nice trip to a nice resort with his credit card. miguel being miguel at first wasn’t on board.

“it’s too expensive mi sol.” “miguel you know damn well we can afford it.” you look up at him making sure to look in his eyes so he knew how serious you were about this. “not only that, we don’t have time. hay demasiadas cosas que hacer, people to see.” (*theres too many things to do*) he tries to wave you and this idea off but you’re not having it.

“jess can take care of it. come on miggy, they can take care of themselves. especially jess, she can have people in a tight rope if she really wanted to.” you walk closer to him giving him a hug. “i just wanna spend time with you. i can tell you’re stressed so this will be good for us. hm?” he looks at you knowing he’s gonna fold when he sees your face looking at him so sweetly. he sighs loudly. “okay baby. fine. fine! you win. we can… go on vacation.” once you hear those words you lightly squeal and give him a kiss on the lips. “okay we leave friday!! hold on lemme call jess, she owes me 30 bucks.” “w-what??? 30 bucks for what?? y/n! hey!” miguel calls out for you as you’re running out the room calling jess on your phone so she could give you that 30 because she really thought he wasn’t gonna go on that trip? while knowing hes whipped for you?? easy money.

and that leaves you here. watching the sunrise on the beach, as cliche as it is, is therapeutic for the both of you. you brought a big towel so the both of you can lay or sit down. you’re sitting inside of his legs/lap while you guys watch the sun go down and are just talking about everything you guys have missed from each other since things were busy.

“you really think they’re okay without me, mi amor? even tho i’d never show it to any of the spider people, i worry sometimes. everything i do is for their best interest.” he sighs sounding exhausted and his voice is laced with guilt. from his grumpy demeanor and his short temper, i’m sure none of the spider people even have a clue that miguel is even aware of their presence unless it’s with big missions or anything that has to do with work. “it’s okay miguel, i’m sure they know deep down. don’t worry about that right now. right now it’s just us. you can worry about the rest of them after this trip. that’s the whole reason i brought us here.” he laughs at you and you look at him confused. “you brought us here? baby, i saw my credit card information. this trip was in the 10 thousands?!!? i forgot i needed to talk to you about that actually-” “come on miggy let’s go get some drinks!” you get up running to the nearest bar that served your now favorite lemonade. “oh so you can put it on my tab?? i don’t think so baby.” he gets up and catches up to you and takes your hand while dragging you guys back to your spot. “we can get drinks later, on me. just… stay with me for right now okay? i like it when it’s just us.” youre laying on his chest on the towel now. you look up at him and see his face finally relax for the first time in a couple months. “me too miggy.” he kisses your forehead while holding you in his arms, making a note to do trips with you more often.

[webshooterrr9]

And They Were Roommates

“And they were roommates!” “...oh my god, they were roommates.”

hehe  >:)

DISCLAIMER: This fic/ one shot includes a lot of Spanish in it since I speak Spanish and Miguel is hispanic. I will put parenthesis “( )” after Spanish dialogue to translate for non-spanish speakers.

Enjoy!!! ♡♡

Signed, Web   :)))

Your thoughts are in blue Miguel’s thoughts are in red

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As you’re sitting in your bed, scrolling on your phone, you hear heavy footsteps walking around the halls of your apartment. Of course, it’s none other than your roommate, Miguel, wandering around at midnight.

He always does this. You thought, rolling your eyes as you returned to your scrolling.

The footsteps eventually stop in front of your door. Without warning, Miguel bursts through the door and into your room. He walks straight over to you, and without hesitation, climbs onto your bed and lays on your chest. He weighs more than twice your bodyweight, and the feeling of him laying on you unannounced feels like it’s crushing you. You huff when he lays on you, his weight effectively making the air leave your lungs.

“I can lay here, right? Thanks.” He says annoyingly, using your chest as a pillow. You shove him off - not forcefully, but enough to move him a bit. He smirks as you push his head away, but he keeps his arms around you in order to stay put.

“No, no you cannot.” You say as you move his head away. You sit up and cross your arms - your clingy roommate still holding onto your waist as he lays his head in your lap. “And you can’t use my chest as a pillow either.” You add.

He gives you a look of annoyance as a result of your action, but simply rolls his eyes before his smirk creeps across his face again. “Oh? Why not?” He chuckles, keeping his head resting on your thighs. “I’ll only bother you for a bit.” He coos, his tone being a bit sarcastic.

You sigh. “Because I need sleep, Mig. I have work in the morning, I can’t have you bothering me.” You nudge his head gently, urging him to leave and return to his own room. “You have your own bed, go to sleep.”

He rolls his eyes, but in a playful way. “But I don’t wanna sleep.” He grins, only holding you tighter. “You’re more comfy anyway.” You let out another exasperated sigh, being a little fed up with your roommate’s antics.

“Besides, I want to annoy you.” He adds, looking at you with a mischievous smile.

“I can tell.” You respond, giving him a little glare. “Eres muy terco. (You’re very stubborn)” You say, nudging him again. You keep pushing his head to try and move him away, but he just nuzzles closer to your lap. “And you should sleep, you have work tomorrow. We both do.”

Miguel works as a Lead Geneticist at Alchemax Facilities - hence why you two were able to afford such a nice apartment. You two met in college, and you’ve lived together ever since. A lot of your friends find it odd that you live together, and are skeptical about your ‘just friends’ status. But that really was it. You’re just friends, that’s all there is to it… right?

Miguel smiles innocently, but doesn’t budge. “Just a bit longer, mariposa. I have to annoy you at least once a day.” 

You roll your eyes at the little nickname. He’s started calling you ‘Mariposa’ ever since he found out that you like butterflies… aka, mariposas.

“Ese es mi trabajo (It’s my job)” He laughs, looking up at you. Despite his immature behavior, his expression is quite seductive. He definitely knows how to use his attractiveness to his advantage.

Your annoying roommate glances up at you with pleading eyes. Then, he begins rubbing his head against your thighs like a cat, trying to get you to give in and give him some attention. He’s practically hugging your legs at this point, attempting to get you to surrender to his antics.

“You’re insufferable.” You comment, glaring down at him.

“I just wanna sleep here, alright? Don’t make me beg, mi amor.” He puts on a pouty face, still nuzzling his head on your legs. “Pretty please?”

“No me llames ‘mi amor’. (Don’t call me ‘my love’) It’s annoying.” You shove his head away from your legs, causing him to sit up straight. “You’re like a parasite - never leaving my side.” You say.

He giggles proudly when you shove and insult him, feeling like he’s doing a good job at annoying you. Miguel sighs, but gives you a seductive smirk as he sits back up. “Can I sleep in your bed at least?” He asks, his tone of voice being extremely flirty - in hopes that you’ll give in. “I’ll be good.” He adds with a wink.

You sigh in defeat, knowing that he has no intention of leaving. “If I let you sleep in my bed tonight, will you stop bothering me?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. Your tone is harsh, almost as if you’re interrogating him. “I need sleep. I don’t have time for your antics. You need to promise that you won’t mess with me if I let you sleep here.” You cross your arms, studying his cocky face.

He smiles confidently and nods instantly, putting his hand over his heart as if he’s swearing to you.

“I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise.” He chuckles, his seductive look slowly returning. “I just wanna cuddle with the gorgeous girl that I live with.” He winks.

“Ay, por Dios… you’re so annoying.” You pinch your nose bridge frustratedly, before sighing and finally accepting his pleas. “Fine. You can sleep here. But the moment you start to annoy me, I’m kicking you out.”

Miguel grins excitedly, his expression looking giddy as he smiles at you. He’s clearly proud of himself; like he’s just accomplished something big. “Okay, okay. I won’t be a pain in the ass.” He laughs, his arrogant demeanor returning. “I’ll behave, I swear.”

Miguel smiles from ear to ear as he immediately jumps further onto the bed, snuggles up next to you, and nuzzles his head against the back of your neck. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you down with him as he lays down, your head making a soft thud as it hits the pillow. You huff, expressing your annoyance as he cuddles up to you.

“Why do you even wanna sleep here anyway?” You ask, turning your head to face him as he presses your back to his chest. “I don’t get why you’re being so cuddly all of a sudden.”

“I’m not the only one benefitting from this, mariposa.” He purrs, nuzzling his nose against your neck. “Can you feel this chemistry? Your hair smells so good.” He whispers, his tone playful but also flirty. He pushes his face closer to the back of your neck as he speaks, and you feel him nip at your skin playfully.

You scoff when he nibbles at your neck, smelling your hair. “You’re such an idiot.” The annoyance can be heard in your voice, and you turn your head back away from him. You can tell that he’s trying to charm you with his advances, but you’re not reacting much to it… not externally, anyway. He continues his affection, being relentless with his moves.

“Why are you being so needy today?” You ask, till turned away from him, your back firmly pressed against his warm chest.

He ignores your question completely, instead just speaking his own thoughts. “I can feel your heartbeat.” Miguel whispers, sounding distracted as he lays his head on you. He gently begins to nibble some more on your skin, while holding back his urge to sink his fangs into your neck.

“I can feel so much love between us.” He coos, pressing his body against you even more - so that there’s no space between you. “Your scent, your voice, your beautiful face… you’re perfect, mariposa.”

“I want to love you.”

Your breath hitches at his sudden confession. Sure, he’s flirting with you a lot, but that’s just who he is. He’s a naturally romantic person - this is normal for him, right?

He presses his face closer to your neck, and you resist the urge to shiver due to the closeness of the touch. He’s your roommate, your friend… you’ve never been this close before. “That… doesn’t explain why you’re being so clingy.” You mumble, trying to ignore his romantic comments.

“Am I being too much?” He smirks, nibbling and licking at your neck. “I’m a very affectionate person, amor. I just love to hold the woman I care most about… and you are that woman, mariposa.”

Woah. He… did not just say that. 

“And, I’m not being clingy. I’m just being, uhm.. how do you say it?” He continues, still whispering to you with his mouth on the back of your neck. “Attentive to your needs.”

“My needs?” Your tone grows more curious, but still a bit annoyed by his forwardness. “What are you talking about?”

“I need to sleep, and you’re getting in the way of that. You’re being anything but attentive to my needs.” You reply sternly, doing your best to ignore the warm lips on your neck.

Miguel chuckles and rubs your back, his voice sounding as flirty as ever. “Maybe I should help you sleep then.” He smirks, moving to lay on you. Miguel rolls over on top of you, using his weight to hold you down. He gives you a look of anticipation, his gaze lingering on your lips for a moment.

“I could make you feel good.” He says.

“Real good…”

You scoff when he whispers to you, trying to play it cool and pretend like you’re not totally melting right now. He leans down close to you, and you have to put a lot of effort into controlling your breathing.

Miguel hums with a smirk and bites your neck slightly, just enough to tease but not enough to hurt you or draw blood. He makes it clear just how much he loves to play with, tease, and get under your skin. And with every little touch, you get closer to giving in…

“You’re so annoying.” You repeat, looking at him as he lays on top of you. “... and needy.”

“What’s wrong?” He smirks, nibbling on your neck and holding back his lustful nature to keep himself from going too far. “I’m not needy at all. Just loving, mi amor.”

He looks back at you with a grin and continues biting your skin, his fangs coming out just slightly as his lust grows.

“I can feel your heart racing, mariposa.”

“I think you love this.”

As he bites your neck, a shiver runs up your spine and you try to hold back a soft moan at the sensation of it. You sigh when he rests his weight further against you, it being enough to hold you down and make it hard to breathe.

“Cállate. My heart isn’t racing.”

“And if it is, that’s just because it’s hard to breathe with you laying on me.” You say with a snarky tone, glaring at him again.

“Well, I’m not moving.” Miguel smirks, his tone of voice being incredibly cocky. “This is what I need, and what you need.” His fangs begin to fully come out as he nibbles on your neck and moves to bite your shoulder.

“I love to hear your moans.” He licks your neck and gently kisses it. He takes a more gentle approach to his seduction, kissing and licking your neck in places where he had previously bit the skin.

“I- what?! I didn’t moan, you’re making things up.” You exclaim defensively, looking at him with harsh eyes. You can feel him smile against your skin, giggling away at your aggressive tone. “You’re hearing things.”

Miguel chuckles and shakes his head. “Mariposa, I know what I heard.” He continues his affection on your skin, kissing and licking your neck after his bites. “I love the sounds you make.”

He keeps holding you down and he pins your hands together above your head so that you can’t push him off. If it were anyone else, you’d be angry with his behavior. But for some reason, you don’t mind it when he does it.

“I like it when you make these noises… they make me happy.” He adds with a sweet tone of voice, still keeping his flirty edge.

Your roommate smiles as he kisses your neck and moves to nibble at your shoulder as if it was a delicious delicacy. He holds your wrists in place with one hand, the other beginning to move down to your waist.

Miguel holds your hands down, pressing his thumb into your palms as a way of telling you that you can’t move. You look at him, almost in disbelief at what he’s doing.

“Mig, we’re friends… we can’t-” You cut yourself off when you see how he stares at you. It’s captivating.

“Can’t what, mi amor?” He looks down at you with a lustful stare. Miguel plants a soft kiss on your lips, his hand rubbing your waist through the fabric of your shirt.

“You and I… we could be so much more…”

His voice moves back to sensual when he speaks, his words are full of emotion and affection for you. “You know who you belong to, so quit trying to deny it…” He whispers.

His free hand continues to explore your body, slowly slipping under your shirt. The dim light of your bedroom, generously given off by your lamp, perfectly illuminates his soft hair. He stares at you with a mixture of affection and possession, his gaze being intense. It almost makes you forget to breathe - just having his beautiful face so close to yours.

“We’re… we’re just roommates, Mig. We can’t- we can’t do this.” You breathe, your words being very whispery while he caresses your skin. He peppers kisses along your face; your cheeks, your jaw, your nose, everywhere. And your breath catches in your throat as he does.

“No.” He says, his tone being firm despite the gentleness of his voice. “What I feel for you… it’s undeniable.” His voice is incredibly serious - yet it still carries that playful, flirty nature that it had before.

“You belong to me, mami. You were simply made to be mine. You and I belong together…” His crimson eyes stare intensely into yours, making eye contact while he traces his hand along your skin.

“I don’t know why we were given this undeniable connection… but I’m not going to ignore the way I feel.” Miguel whispers.

“Not for a second.”

He smiles sweetly while he talks, rubbing your waist and kissing your face. With every kiss, he looks at you with lustful eyes and an aroused smirk.

Fuck.

I’m wet.

You take a deep breath, doing everything in your power to calm yourself. “I…” You hesitate to speak, your voice coming out as a low whisper. “I… I think I feel the same.” You admit.

Oh.

Oh my.

She…

Fuck.

“... Really?” Miguel asks softly, his tone of voice being genuinely surprised. He kisses your lips softly while his free hand moves up your body, caressing your skin and slowly beginning to remove your shirt. “You… you feel it as much as I do…?”

“Y-yeah…” You laugh nervously when you speak, still coming to terms with the words leaving your mouth. Goddamnit.

You had barely even admitted it to yourself, and now you were already admitting it to him. But it’s true; of course you felt the same way, you had for years. You just wouldn’t admit it to yourself… until now.

You lean up to kiss him back, your head slightly lifting off the pillow. It was a sweet kiss, and your lips matched each other’s perfectly.

Miguel smiles as you kiss him back, and he holds the kiss for a few seconds. The proud grin remains on his face as his fingers continue to tug your shirt off. The warm air of the room touches your skin once your shirt is removed, and you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“I’m glad you feel the same way.” He says.

Miguel leans down to continue nibbling on your neck, his hands beginning to work their way around the front of your body… tracing patterns along your abdomen. You shiver when he moves his mouth to your neck again, decorating it with kisses and love bites.

You hold the back of his head, twirling his soft hair through your fingers as he kisses and nips at your skin. It’s such a sweet, passionate moment - one that’s overwhelming you with affection and desire. A desire that you’ve been denying yourself for so long.

He smiles in between kisses, his hands beginning to explore your bare skin. Since you were getting ready for bed before he barged in, you weren’t wearing a bra - given that they’re really fucking uncomfortable. And so, when your shirt was removed… it revealed exactly what he wanted to see.

Miguel trails his hands upward towards your chest, breaking away from your lips to put little kisses along your cheeks and nose. His fingers brush up against your breasts, his thumbs gently brushing over your peaks before he cups them. His hands are warm, and it gives you a tingly feeling.

He lowers himself closer to you, looking at you again with a warm and lustful gaze. You can see it in his eyes: he’s completely infatuated with you, like your presence alone has put him in a trance. Now you know why he’s been so needy.

His voice is still incredibly flirtatious as he whispers to you. “I want you, so bad. So, so bad… my beautiful roomie.”

Miguel kisses, licks, and bites at your skin as if he’s feasting on it - his oral fixation making itself very known to you. But you don’t mind. It’s hot.

He’s being gentle enough not to hurt you, while still getting his point across: he wants more, and he wants it bad.

“Ay, Dios… (Oh, God…)” You breathe out, doing your best to keep calm and quiet. For as long as you’ve shared this apartment, you’ve wanted this. But you’ve always been too nervous to make a move. After all, he was super hot… there’s no way he’d return your feelings.

Well… nevermind, I guess.

“Miguel, I… I want you, too.” You whisper, still holding his head close to your chest while your heart beats rapidly. He kisses your chest some more, his smirk remaining as his hands stay on your breasts. He nips at your neck once again, biting it just hard enough for you to feel the pressure.

“Mmm… you look so perfect like this, mariposa. Your skin, your curves… they’re so tempting.” He whispers as he looks up at you and licks his lips. You meet his gaze, staring at him with equal desire.

“My god, mami… I’m in love with your body.” His hands remain on you as he leans forward, his hand slowly inching its way closer to your legs.

Your heart rate goes up when you see him move lower, his fingers going to the hem of your shorts. “Mm… mi vida…” You whisper, trying to calm your breathing down as he caresses you. “Te quiero, mi vida. Eres mi amada… please. (I want you, my life. You are my beloved…)”

“Oh, mariposa… I need you.” He smirks and kisses your waist, running his fingers up your skin as he takes off your shorts. “Tú eres mi amada… mi todo… (You are my beloved… my everything)”

Miguel’s voice becomes more intimate and loving rather than flirty and seductive. “Eres tan hermosa… tan hermosa, mi vida. (You are so beautiful… so beautiful, my life)”

“Tanto amo los momentos entre nosotros… (I love the moments we share so much)”

“Please… por favor…” You mumble, your cheeks flushing as your body starts to heat up with all the affection. You have to hold back little noises when he kisses your waist and runs his hands along your legs. Your roommate laughs lightly against your skin when he notices you squirm, and that only excites the both of you more.

Miguel giggles softly. “Tú estás tan tierno. (You are so tender)” His fingers move along the inside of your thighs, slowly beginning to touch you in more intimate areas. You can feel his cock bulging against the fabric of his shorts, and the feeling of it poking your leg sends shivers up your spine. “You’re so special, mi amada.”

He continues to whisper sweet nothings to you, teasing you with his words and caresses - but never taking it further. You start to grow impatient.

“Tú siempre tienes mi corazón, mariposa. Eres la más hermosa que yo he visto… (You always have my heart, butterfly. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen)” His words of affection make you melt - it only makes everything better. Your mind is racing, telling you not to do this, but your body and heart keep telling you to give in.

Miguel smiles as he starts to kiss your thighs, his hands still on your intimate areas as he gently fingers you, preparing you for what’s to come. “Mm.. amor, you’re soaked…” He whispers. “I need you so bad.”

You have to stop yourself from letting out small noises when he touches you, his hands and fingers doing immaculate yet gentle work. I never thought that I’d be in a situation like this with him, my roommate, but I’m so glad that I did.

“I need you, too. I want you, Mig.” You mumble, your heart beating even faster with all of the tender interactions. He laughs before slowly beginning to undress himself, his tone of voice being both playful and seductive as usual.

“Good.”

He tears away at his own clothing hastily, his shirt and shorts falling to the floor to reveal his toned body. Holy  fuck. He smiles and bites his lip a bit, holding back his excitement. As he finishes undressing, his body shows its imperfections such as bruises, scars, and more. But you don’t mind any of it… it’s all so perfect to you.

“Are you ready for this?” Miguel asks you softly, his hand reaching to your panties to slowly remove them.

“Mhm.” You nod your head, watching him as he removes the last bits of your clothing so that you’re both in matching attire: nothing. His eyes scan your body, taking it in like you’re a beautiful piece of art - like an angel on earth.

Miguel kisses you again, very tenderly this time, your lips just barely grazing each other. He holds you delicately, his fingers working their way back into you slowly.

“God, mami… I want to make you feel as good as possible.” The warmth of the surrounding air is nothing compared to the heat of his words. He speaks to you so softly and romantically, it’s like he’s the son of Aphrodite or something.

“So many things I could do to you… so many things…” Miguel looks at you lustfully, and you start to moan as his hands work around the wetness of your skin. He stares into your eyes adoringly, watching while his actions start to make you squirm.

Your roommate begins to bite your neck and suck on it, his hands still working in and out. The quiet, whispery moans you make turn him on so much more… and his breathing starts to get ragged. “Amor… eres una de las mejores cosas en mi vida. (Love… you are one of the best things in my life)”

“Eres mi alma gemela, mariposa. (You are my soulmate, butterfly)... I’ve wanted you for so long.” His voice gets a little more needy as he speaks. He licks and nibbles on your skin, his movements carrying a sense of urgency and impatience behind them.

“Don’t make me wait anymore… please.”

Miguel’s voice sounds like pure, needy lust as he keeps biting and sucking on your skin. His hands move faster with his growing excitement. The way he touches you is tantalizing, and you can’t stop thinking about the hard-on pressed against your thigh while he hovers on top of you…

“You… you- you don’t have to wait anymore…” You whisper as you try your hardest to speak coherently. If only you knew what was waiting for you.

His hands work even more fervently, his fingers and thumbs rubbing you in just the right way. Miguel’s teeth press against your neck, biting down hard to mark his prize. His neediness starts to overtake him, and you feel him helplessly grind his hips against yours, trying to hold back from entering you fully. Fuck…

“Mi amor… mi diosa… (My love… my goddess…)” He mumbles.

“I’m gonna make you mine. I can’t hold back any longer, mariposa… I need you. I need you so bad…” He slowly moves his hips forward, his tip starting to enter you. Miguel kisses you once again, his hands moving to the side of your body as he slowly begins to slide himself inside you - the precum working as a lubricant. His eyes gaze into yours in a lustful and romantic way; something you’ve never seen before now.

“Mm… Dios mío…” You breathe out your words, shivering when you feel him inside you. It’s hard to even whisper at this point, love and desire consuming the both of you. He moans quietly when he begins to thrust, rocking his hips against yours and causing the room to heat up even more. He looks at you with the most loving eyes as he speaks, and you can tell that he’s waited for this for a long time.

“Mi vida….”  He continues to move, getting more fast and impatient by the second, moaning and grunting softly as he does. “God, you feel so good… so tight, mami. So beautiful…”

“You’re… my… you’re…” His voice trails off, replaced by the sound of you two moaning with the sensations of one another. It’s as if he’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of you that he can’t even form words or sentences anymore. God, mariposa… you feel so much better than I expected…

Miguel grunts softly as your walls tighten around him, but he still stares at you with the deepest form of love. The words you say sound more like whines than whispers, but you say them anyway. “God, fuck…”

“Mierda… I love you so much, Mig. You.. you- eres mi sol… fuck (You are my sun)” He smiles against your skin as you whisper to him, biting down on your neck and chest while his hips rock against yours.

His kisses become more intense as he picks up the pace and moves his body faster. “You’re mine, mami. Mi vida… eres mi todo. (My life… you’re my everything)” He moans louder as he thrusts deeper inside of you and kisses you. His breathing increases in speed and intensity with every motion of his hips.

Miguel’s hand wraps around your waist, his lips glued to yours in a fiery kiss. Your hands hold the back of his neck, pulling him closer and lightly scratching at his skin with your nails. He lets out a soft whine when he feels you scratch at his skin, and the moaning between you both only intensifies as the humping continues.

“S-Soy tuyo… y tú eres mía… (I’m yours… and you’re mine)” He whispers against your lips, breaking away from the kiss only to crash his lips onto yours once more.

“Fuck…” Obscenities pour from your mouth as you try to control yourself, but you can’t help the moans and whines that come out when he moves more forcefully inside you.

His mouth begins to suckle at your neck, his tongue dancing along your skin and his teeth nibbling at your collar bone. “Dios… fuck, mariposa… you’re so good… so good for me.” His lips slide down your chest, reaching your tits once more. His sharp teeth nip softly at your skin while your hands tangle through his hair. Shit. I’m so close.

“Oh god, mi vida… I’m close, mami.” The lovemaking continues, and you can hear him start to gasp and pant for air while the room heats up. Your back arches as his mouth kisses and licks your skin. “I’m gonna… I’m…” Miguel whispers his words to you in a loving manner that contrasts the roughness of his touches.

As the two of you get closer to finishing, Miguel’s actions grow more and more affectionate. He kisses all over your face, leaving no spot of skin untouched by his lips.

You were sure to have a lot of hickeys after this.

But you didn’t care. You kissed him back while his breathing grew more erratic.

Just as he’s about to finish, you reach your climax. Your body tenses and shakes, and your nails scratch his neck and shoulders.

The feeling of your body tensing and tightening around his cock is enough to push Miguel over the edge. His thrusting stops as he finally finishes, releasing all of his pent up lust into you. He groans and whimpers as he finally finishes, the two of you making a mess of the bed.

You both gasp and pant for air, your hearts beating at equally erratic rhythms. Miguel leans back, breathing heavily for several seconds.

“Mi amor… mi vida…”

“I love you so much…”

His voice is still dripping with lust and love as he caresses your face, his hands stroking your cheek and moving your hair off of it. “God, you feel so good.”

“I love you too, Mig. Te amo… me encantas… (I love you… I love you/you enchant me…)” You mumble back, smiling up at him with a mixture of love and relief in your eyes.

Miguel closes his eyes and begins to kiss your face once more, moving his arms across your body as he lays against you. He seems at his happiest now.

He nuzzles up to you, using your chest as a pillow while he comes down from his high. You breathe deeply, calming yourself after your encounter. Your roommate looks up at you, his gaze being completely smitten. It’s as if he’s completely enamored by your presence, and you can’t help but feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Miguel’s smile continues to grow wider. His eyes become soft and full of affection as he looks at you. “Mi amada… my life… you’re everything I could ever want.”

“I’m gonna hold you close tonight.” He whispers.

Miguel laughs a little after he speaks, his voice being gentle and loving. He seems to love and adore you with everything in him.

Signed, Web

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