#latino reader

[prettykittycastle]

Birthday

Summary: The reader wakes Elijah up with a great surprise.

(The reader is AFAB, but gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Blowjob, handjob, facefucking, dirty talk, slight degradation, cum swallowing)

It was quite rare for Elijah to get a full night's rest. The constant threats to his family's well-being and the constant eye on Klaus' whereabouts and the things he was doing tended to prevent Elijah from getting his proper rest and relaxation, but today and tonight was different. All day long, his siblings weren't as chaotic as usual, even Klaus didn't bother him much. He found it strange at the time, but decided to enjoy it while it last. And now, he laid in his bed, enjoying a dreamless sleep that was rare for him to come by.

My god, he thought, his eyes still closed. Suddenly during his dreamless sleep, a strange, but amazing sensation was beginning in his stomach and was slowly moving downward. It felt like light kisses was being laid upon his stomach. He wanted to open his eyes to see what it was, but found that he was too tired to even attempt.

"Mmm," he whimpered, furrowing his brows. When the kisses started going near his waist, the sensation slightly changed from light kisses to something wet running across his skin. "Fuck," he moaned, thrusting his crotch up tiredly at whoever was doing this.

He felt a hand gently press his hips down, before feeling another begin working his sleeping pants down off his hips. He could feel the chill of the air hit his semi-hard member, and the chill made it twitch.

"So big," he heard a voice whisper.

"Oh," he moaned lowly, feeling a soft hand take hold of him. Before he could try to figure out who the voice belonged to, he felt a sudden warm wetness run across the underside of himself, making him harder.

"Oh shit," he cursed.

"You like that, Elijah," the voice asked. "You like me tasting your dick?"

"Y-Yes," he moaned, struggling to think clearly.

"Good," the voice replied.

The wetness continued to run along his length, all the way to the tip, and when he thought it couldn't get better, he felt a another hand softly grasp one of his balls and gently rolled it in their palm.

The sensation was too great and finally with a loud moan, he forced his eyes open. He looked down his body and saw that his shirt was pushed up to his chest and like he thought, his sleeping pants was low on his hips, almost to his knees.

"Oh dear," he exhaled as he laid his eyes upon you, his precious love, licking the tip of his member and rubbing his balls in your hand. "(Y/N), what-?"

Before he could continue his question, you slipped more of his member into your mouth, the taste of him on your tongue made you moan around him.

"Oh, please," Elijah whimpered, thrusting himself more into your mouth and sliding into your throat.

"Mmm," you moaned around him again, making him throw his head back against his pillow.

"(Y/N)," he repeated your name, his voice weak and broken.

"What you want, baby," you asked, slowly sliding your mouth off of him and wrapping your other hand around the lower part of his member, your grip firm, but not too firm, just how he liked it. "Tell me what you want."

You put your mouth back on him and began to slowly slid him back into your mouth, his tip going down your throat. When you couldn't fit anymore of him in your mouth, you began stroking the rest of him, and continued to fondle his balls.

"Oh, please," He whimpered again, lifting his head and looking back down to you, his eyes half open and half closed and his handsome face scrunched up in pleasure. "(Y/N), my love-" he cut himself as he let out another moan.

"Mmm," you moaned around him again before slowly pulling off of him, your mouth now wet with your saliva. "What you want, baby? I wanna know." You let go of his balls and used that hand to stroke the upper half of him, while the other one continued to stroke the lower half, your left over saliva helping you stroke him better. "You want me to keep jerking you off like this?"

"Uuh," He groaned.

His eyes began to droop more and more closed out of pleasure, but he tried to fight off the urge and keep his gaze on you. The sight of the noble, always put-together Mikaelson falling apart like this because of you made you wetter than you ever felt and you knew nothing could compare to this feeling.

As you continued to stroke him, you noticed his hips beginning to lift up every time your hands stroked up to his tip. The sight of his muscular hips thrusting up like that brought an idea to your mind and you decided to slow down your strokes, making sure he could be coherent enough to hear you.

"Elijah, honey," you said.

He opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't. The pleasure was too much for him. Instead he nodded his head at you to let you know he was listening.

"Tell me,...you wanna fuck my mouth?"

Just the question alone made the original let another moan and he quickly nodded his head at you.

He raised his hands and gently unwrapped yours from around him, and you placed them next to his thighs. Taking his member in his hand, he gave his self a few strokes, keeping his gaze on you and you could tell by the renewed look in his eyes that he would not be gentle with you.

"Come here," he said, holding his self out to you, his tip pointing straight at your mouth. Instantly you leaned forward and took him in your mouth.

"More," you heard him say, before you felt his other hand at the back of your head, pushing your mouth further down on him, his tip already hitting your throat.

"Oh yes," he exhaled, lifting his hips and thrusting more of himself into your mouth, making you gag. "Take it all," he said, pulling out for a second then thrusting back in deeply, the action making you gag again and your eyes began to slightly water.

"You're such a slut," he told you, pulling back out. "Waking me up to fuck your mouth. How pathetic." He thrusted back in roughly, making you gag a little harder than before.

"Oh was that too much, dear," he asked, chuckling, tiredly. "Too bad."

He moved his hand from the back of your head to your cheek and moved his other hand to the other one, holding both sides of your face, while he was still deep down your throat.

"You ready, love," he asked you.

"Mm-hmm," you hummed around him, making him moan.

"Good," he said, then pulled halfway out. You took a deep breath, already knowing what he was about to do and getting wetter at the thought of it.

He thrusted back into your mouth, going into your throat, then pulled back out and repeated.

He began to roughly fuck your mouth, each thrust making you gag and moan around his member, making him let out moans and whimpers.

"Fuck, yes," he grunted, his grip on you getting tighter with each thrust. "You fucking whore. Just take it!" The speed of his thrusts suddenly increased and you could feel your saliva dripping from around the corners of your mouth and onto the bedsheets beneath you two.

"Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck your face like this?" You could see his legs beginning to tense and the rhythm of his thrusts were becoming out of control.

"You want me to come in your mouth, slut," he asked, his voice becoming more desperate and broken with each thrust.

"Mm-hmm," you hummed around him again, your mouth vibrating around him.

"Yes, yes, yes," he repeated as his hips suddenly had a mind of their own and began thrusting more wildly, his hands falling from your face and landing on the bed, as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

"Shit," he grunted, he finally stopped thrusting. His head fell back on his pillow as his cum began shooting down your throat.

Even though his hands were no longer on your face, holding you, you still held him in your mouth and tried to swallow as cum as you could.

"Oh," he moaned loudly, his body now melting into the mattress as his orgasm ran through him.

Slowly sliding your mouth off of him, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend being completely relaxed, his body no longer showing any stress or frustration like usual.

"What-" he paused, trying to speak through his post-orgasm hazed mind. "What was that?"

He lifted his head and looked at you with such love and adoration that you couldn't help the fire that began to spread in your core. Ignore it, you urged yourself. Not yet.

"What did I do," he stopped again, out of breath then continued, "to deserve such a wake up call like this?"

"What did you do," you crawled up his body, laying soft kisses on his stomach on the way up and grinned as his body twitched with each kiss. "You were born."

"What," he asked, confused.

Giggling, you kissed him on the mouth, then kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, Elijah."

[urmomsgnocchi]

big (18+, kinda explicit) thoughts of meeting Javi at a dark little sweaty bar and he buys you a drink and leans in close to hear you over the music. eventually he asks you to dance to some ancient salsa song your parents used to play and pulls you to the dance floor.

he'd wrap his massive hands around you, one tight on the curve of your hip and the other landing on the small of your back to pull you right up against him. he takes the lead, strong arms pushing and pulling your hips along with his. it's fun, playful at first, until you start to sweat, panting softly against each other, bodies melting together.

the song changes - "He llenado tu tiempo vacío de aventuras más.."

you're both so absorbed in the music and the intoxicating feeling of your bodies moving as one, pressed as close as possible, that you don't notice yourself singing along.

"y he mojado mis sabanas blancas recordándote.." a mumbled whisper into his cheek as he moves your body skillfully with his, a smile forming on his full lips. he slips his leg between your thighs to hoist you up and move you a bit better. having the wonderful side effect of pressure where you've been aching for it since he locked eyes with you at the bar.

"ay ven, devórame otra ves, ven, devórame otra ves" it now comes as a whimper, you're on another planet, his hands still gripping you tight, one moving lower on you hip, the other pressing your chest against his stronger, broader one.

you feel Javi shift, his mouth now up against your ear, "yeah baby?" a gentle kiss to your cheekbone to sweeten the dirty words he speaks over the music "¿quieres eso?¿quieres que te devore?" he pulls back to gauge your reaction but doesn't stop pulling your hips against his own and your heat against his thigh. the stiffness in those tight little jeans pushing hard into your tummy as you try to remind yourself that you're in a public place.

"shut up" you giggle attempting a playful slap to his chest but with his next shift against your core it ends up looking more like a desperate move to ground yourself as he continues to move.

the two of you smile like idiots, eyes glossy and faces flushed as Javi swiftly pulls your hand from behind his neck and twirls you around in front of him. he pulls you back to him so your ass is pressed right up against the obscenely hard tent in his jeans.

"ojos baby." he moves a hand to your chin and tilts your head up so you're looking right at the exit when you open your eyes. his hand trails down your neck and chest, softly tracing until it lands on your waist. he whispers in your ear, "my truck is right outside those doors. nice cushy backseat...what do you think baby?" he moves to your other ear and with one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around your middle, moves you against him, "devórame otra ves ay devórame otra ves"

later, when you're bare except for his leather jacket draped over your shoulders and the sticky sheen of his and your own sweat covering your body, you tell him he was right. the backseat is very comfy.

the song is Ven Devórame Otra Ves by Lalo Rodriguez, one of the best songs to dance to actually ever and very in tune with the trend of old salsa being casually horny asf.

ven devórame otra ves = come devour me again

he mojado mis sábanas blancas recordándote = I've soaked my white sheets remembering you

He llenado tu tiempo vacío de aventuras más = I've filled your spare time with many adventures

(little culture lesson! this kind of dancing is salsa pegado/pegadito/pegados. if you look it up it's very sensual and close, sometimes borders on dry humping to the beat!)

[solitaryearthperson]

Favorite

Summary: The reader asks Morpheus questions about himself and the Dreaming.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Sorry it's kinda short.)

"So you created all of this,” (Y/N) asked Morpheus, sitting back enjoying the breeze that blew over Fiddler’s Green. They closed their eyes in enjoyment, not noticing the Endless' blue gaze staring at them in fascination.

“Yes, the Dreaming is all of my creation,” he told them, his eyes roaming over their body, wondering how in so long he got so lucky to have them.

"So," they began running their fingers through Fiddler's Green's freshly cut, green grass, "Every blade of grass, every cloud in the sky,...even the wind, you create created all of this? Like God?"

He smiled at their question and comparison to God. Even after being with him for so long, they still had so many questions for him and so many things they simply couldn't wrap their heads around. He found it amusing and strangely relaxing how the questions they always had for him seemed to never stop and appeared at the strangest of times.

"Yes, my love. Like God." He laid his hand on top of theirs, relaxing at the warmth of it. "Every creature and every feature of the Dreaming. Every mortal's dream and nightmare. All of my creations."

"Did you just rhyme?"

"I think I did, love," he chuckled.

"What's your favorite?"

"Favorite," he asked, confused.

"Your favorite creation," they clarified, turning to him and scooting closer, their shoulders touching each other. "You must have a favorite."

"No, I love them all. Equally."

"Even nightmares?"

"Yes, even them. They are and always will be a part of me, so I will always love them."

They were quiet for a while after that, thinking his answer over in their head, curious as to if he was telling the truth or not. While they thought over his answer, Morpheus continued to look at them with combined fascination and amusement. Like always after he answered one of their questions, he could see them mulling the answer over in their head. And like always, they were gonna ask another question that would catch him off guard.

"Well...if you don't have a favorite creation..." they began and he waited in amused anticipation as to what they were gonna ask next. "...what's your favorite thing?"

"Thing?"

"Thing like...food, drink, animal...,"they paused to choose their next word carefully. "...person?" They added, shyly.

A grin appeared on his face, and he picked up their hand, lifted it to his lips, and placed a kiss on the back of it, before answering. "I don't believe I have a favorite animal, and I have no need to consume food, but you should know who my favorite person is."

(Y/N) smiled bashfully, and looked away in shyness. "Is it me?"

He grabbed their chin and turned their head towards him, laying a small, but lovely kiss upon their lips. "Of course it's you, my love."

"Only me?"

"Only you," he replied, laying another, but deeper kiss upon their lips.

[angelustful]

Calling him “Mi Flako”.

I thought of belphie when I came up with this headcanon but I might do the rest of the brothers later. ˑ ִ ֗ < 3 This was lazy kinda so I’m sorry if it don’t make sense, hope y’all enjoy tho.♡︎

Mexican reader/mc, established relationship, a lil short fluffy headcanon. Belphegor x reader.

warning- I think some people might find the nickname offensive, and I apologize for that cause I don’t aim it to be that way. It’s just meant to be a cute lil nickname. I’m sorry if it’s offensive or its a sensitive nickname. If you’re comfortable, you can read it.< 3

Watching a movie with Belphie has always been tiring yet comfortable. Whenever you’re with him, you always feel this sense of falling asleep or just tiredness. You don’t know if it’s his powers or just because you’re relaxed and comfortable around him.

Tonight is not different, you turn your head slightly to look at Belphie. Checking if he’s still awake or asleep like usual. His eyes were droopy, he looks like he’s gonna fall asleep any minute, but in reality he’s paying attention, just his sin taking over. He feels you staring at him so he looks up to meet your eyes looking at him curiously. “Why are you staring at me like that, do I got something on my face?” He asks, his tone sleepy yet confused. You chuckle, slightly embarrassed that you didn’t realize how long you were staring at him. “Nada, just wondering if you were still awake.” He looks at you for a second before he hums and continues to lie his head back down and watch the screen. “It’s alright to admit that you like staring at me, I don’t mind.” He teases, that little shitty bastard. He looks back at you and grins at your surprised flustered reaction. “No te creas güey, solo estaba checando.” In a slightly annoyed tone, you responded. Having to deal with his teasing almost everyday can get you annoyed and irritated. He chuckles before he returns his attention back to the big screen.

A few minutes had passed after that and you realized you’re starting to get really hungry, yet feeling tired to move or walk. You don’t have the energy to get up for some snacks or a drink and just want to stay glued to the comfy bed. Founding the solution to your problem, you grinned slightly, calling for your boyfriend who’s head is on your lap. “Oye mi flako, me puedes agarrar una bolsa de chips y un vaso de agua para mi, porfis?” Trying to sound innocent enough for him to do what you ask. Turning his head slightly back to meet your eyes staring at him, he says “Mi Flako? Eso es nuevo.” He looks a little flustered, his cheeks faint pink on his pale skin. “Que? No te gusta?” you ask, trying to tease him a little further. “N-No no, not at all, just a little caught of guard..” his blush deepening even more, making him look red. You can tell he’s trying to hide it with his bangs in the way. “I don’t mind you calling me that again..I like it, it’s cute.” You chuckle at his adorable state, almost forgetting you were hungry until you heard your stomach growling. Feeling very embarrassed and sheepish, you clear your throat. “Pues me vas a traer chips o no g��ey?” He chuckles, “hehe..ok pues mi estrella, espérate!” Shaking your head as he gets up from your lap, looking at him with adoration. Your eyes following him, seeing him dragging himself to get some snacks for you. Adjusting yourself in a more comfortable position, you really had the urge to go to sleep so you chose to close your eyes ‘just for a few minutes’, you thought. Before you know it, you start dozing off and the last thing you remember before you fully do, you hear distant footsteps and a feeling of warm lips against your forehead. “Buenas noches, mi amor.” Really, moments like these were very special with your flaco.

© 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 2023, all rights reserved. Please do not modify, translate, copy or claim as your own.

[i-love-crona]

Need fics🙏🙏🙏🙏

does anyone have latin/hispanic reader fics that aren't the "spicy latina" stereotype? It can be of any fandom just pls give me some i beg🙏🙏🙏🙏

[sexcbatman]

tittle cigarettes out the window ( P1 ) P2

pairing : jason todd x latino! male reader

summary : jason needed a drink of something strong and boy did he get something that intoxicated him.

warnings : mentions of alcohol and cigarettes

authors note : this is my first story so bear w me. it was like so rushed because i just wanted it out of my drafts.

Jason wasn't much a smoker, the first time he tried a cigarette it left a chalky feeling in his throat. He didn't like it but it reminded him of the polluted air of Gotham while growing up. Maybe thats why he only did it when he was stressed, probably for comfort.

That same stress that tempted him, brought him here. In this average bar that was first to come into his sights after he changed from patrol.

Swirling the glass of gin tonic on ice, he held the cigarette between his lips. Jason often spaced out, when he was younger he often day dreamed. He was a really imaginative kid, it helped him block out the bad things in life. When his parents fought he imagined he was watching a tv commercial for couples therapy. Dissociation at its finest, it was a thing he relied on the most.

“Whats up with the sad eyes?” shoes clicked in-front of him as the sound of alcohol tips pouring into the mixer and the shaking of ice caused him to look up.

Bringing the dying cigarettes out of his mouth he pushed the bud down and shrugged.

“I live in Gotham, that should say alot for you.” Jasons eyes dragged onto every inch of the you analyzing you, a bad yet good paranoid habit he picked up from bruce.

He deducted that you were obviously latino, and honestly really nice on the eyes. Swallowing thickly his eyes flickered to the your hands working on what looked like a martini.

“True, this city is very hefty on the mind but it has its beauties! Like getting robbed, what else.” you chuckled after your sentence obviously finding yourself amusing.

Deciding to drag on your sentence, Jason gave a ghost smirk, “not to mention the vigilantes.” Planting his chin onto his palm he looked up at you.

“Oh what about them, I adore the fact we have grown men and a kid jumping on our roofs in skintight suits while we sleep.Im joking im actually a really big fan of the bats and other superheros.”

This caused the todd to quirk a brow, “who's your fav ? ”

Whilst cutting the lemon slightly down you gave out a hum in thought, “Wonder Woman.”

Jason watched you place the lemon carefully on the rim of the glass and walk a seat away from him to give to a woman.

“Funny, she's mine too.”

Walking back infront of Jason you smiled, “I'm (Y/n) but i prefer (N/n).”

“Jason.” gliding his finger across the glass he swallowed thickly.

“Say I get off my shift in a couple of minutes, wanna go somewhere. Promise i'm not a kidnapper. ”

“Sounds like something a kidnapper would say.”

Letting out a laugh, you couldn't help but shake your head in amusement, “you're like 8 feet tall basically, no way I could take you.”

“You definitely could take me.” Maybe it was the slight alcohol talking because Jason didn't swing that way.... he thinks.

Raising a brow at his tone, you shook your head,“I definitely could in that way bro.”

“hot.”

Laughs were shared between the two of you for the next two minutes whilst you were getting other peoples orders. Jason was a funny guy, not to mention good looking. If he was girl you would have most definitely asked him out on a date, but he was a guy.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you shrugged on the black leather jacket on-top of your white button up whilst Jason waited outside.

[dinonations]

about you

lee chan x latino reader ( angst. fluff)

in which dino goes recalls the beautiful moments with you he had before the breakup as he visits the beautiful country of [your country]

inspired by about you by the 1975

italicized - past

non italicized - present

the blazing hot sun hit chan’s skin as he walked through the city he was in. he saw older people selling things in the street market, bunch of young adults singing or dancing for a piece of cash, and other tourists traveling from outside the county.

chan hasn’t been here since a long time. probably two years. he doesn’t remember to be honest but he did miss it here.

one of the reason being you.

every single thing here made him think of you. from the building to the food. this was the place he met you when he was on tour.

he first met you when him and joshua sneaked out early in the morning to find a café near them. and luckily, there was.

chan remembers the soft but upbeat music playing when he got there, the old couple enjoying their time with each other with a cup of black coffee and the group of men laughing as they ate a plate of tres leches.

the smell of fresh conchas out of the oven filled up his nose that he’ll never forget. the image of the bright striped colors of each one of them stuck to him. he recalled joshua taking a picture of them to send it to the group chat and him asking chan what he wanted.

that’s when he saw you. you coming out of the kitchen to take a plate of food to a table and he remembers exactly how you greeted the people there with a huge smile that brighten up the room.

you were the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

he remember when you caught him looking. he swears his heart almost bursted out when you gave him the same smile.

he never believed in love at first sight… until he met you.

after that encounter, he began coming to the café almost every morning. he wasn’t a morning person but for you, he was willing to wake up at five for you only.

during those two weeks. he had gotten you to open up with him, learning about you and your culture. after that, more personal things about you. there was a language barrier but somehow you two made it work, especially since you did speak english as well.

“I cant believe i’m talking to a famous person.” you joked as you served him a cup of coffee with flan.

he chuckled sheepishly. “haha.. yeah um.. i’m wait no! i’m not…. kind of..” he stopped talking when he heard you giggle.

you made him so nervous.

how he missed your laugh.

every time he was free from promotions, he would make it his mission to have at least one week with you when he booked a flight.

he made the most out of them. taking you on dates, exploring parts of your country, and visiting your family.

“are you nervous?” you asked him as you fixed his hair.

chan gulped and looked into your eyes. “kind of .. just wanna make a good impression.”

you smiled and peck his lips catching him off guard. “trust me, they will love you. if i love you, they’ll love you.”

he beamed at your words as he cupped your face and gave you another kiss.

he wanted so bad to make things so work but he knew it wasn’t your fault. with time zones, long distance, and him being so busy… it was gonna take up so much time.

he remembers the cries he heard over the phone when he had to call it quits. you didn’t want this. he didn’t want this. he thought he was doing what was best.

before chan can start thinking more, his phone rang. he stopped walking and got it out from his pocket and saw vernon’s name on his screen.

he answered it. “hey, what’s up?”

“can you stop by for some conchas, thanks.” and with that, vernon hung up.

chan brought his phone up to his face to look at it in confusion. “the hell…”

he shoved it back to his pocket and grumbled how vernon should do it himself.

he thought about you again. the only place he would get pastries would be from your café. he didn’t know any other person who makes good conchas but you.

he started getting fidgety. did he have to go to the café? maybe. will he see you? perhaps. was he ready? no.

but he wanted to see you. he needed to see you. he needed to see you were okay with his own eyes and not some instagram post that he would stalk for days.

he needed to see that you were still the same yn you were when he met you. to feel what he felt back then was something he needed.

so his feet began walking before he could fully process his decision.

the way you danced to the song in your living room was such a gorgeous view to him. from your eyes closed as you sang to your hips moving had him hypnotized.

he shook his head as he smiled and got up from the couch to grab you from your waist. you gasped at the gesture and quickly got comfortable in his arms. you two began swaying as the next song was a bit more calm.

“i love you.” he said but his voice was muffled as he had his face shoved in your neck.

you still heard him. you smiled as you said it back. this was a moment he wanted to have more with you.

chan doesn’t know what he was thinking in that moment when he was in front of the café you worked at. he was wondering if you were working right now. if you even still worked there.

“cmon chan…don’t pussy out now.” he mumbled to himself before he walked in and nostalgia came to him as he entered.

nothing changed. the way the cafe was set up did not change at all. to the placement of the pastries and cakes didn’t change as well.

though he was disappointed when he got his order and it wasn’t you to greet him and give him his usual.

he left the place and for the first time in a long time. he felt empty.

“chan please, you can’t do this.” you sobbed through the phone.

chan inhaled harshly as he held back his tears.

“yn, im sorry…it’s for the better. you deserve someone to be there for you always and i’m not that person.” he explained. he wished this call was over before he broke down.

you cried some more and this time, louder. “chan i don’t care, i’ll keep on waiting another year but don’t leave me like this chan, not like this. we can make it work.”

chan shook his head and brought his forehead to his door. “im sorry yn.” and with that he hung up. before he knew it, he was crying.

the walk to the hotel wasn’t far. he knew he had more time today but he knew he had rehearsals soon later.

he got to the hotel but paused when he saw a figure from the corner from his eyes.

chan felt his breathing stop. his eyes going slightly wide as his mind just stopped working.

you were leaned up against the wall admiring the garden that was next to the hotel. you did not change one bit. you were the same yn he had met two years ago. but he swore you got more beautiful.

you finally noticed his presence and straighten yourself to finally look at him well.

he was still the same chan that was yours back then. this time, a bit more buffier and lighter hair.

you held back a giggle when you saw him compose himself and started walking to your direction.

you two stared at each other before talking at the same time.

“hey.”

“hi.”

you let out a small smile as he apologized.

“sorry..” he sheepishly said as he scratched his neck with his unoccupied hand.

“it’s fine.” you replied.

it was quiet again. nothing but birds chirping and cars passing by.

he was the first one to break the silence. “how you been?…”

you sighed. “i’ve been okay. you?”

chan hesitated before answering. “okay as well..”

you nodded. “well i came here to drop some food for the cooks here, i gotta go back but uh it was nice seeing you chan.” you told him and waved at him.

he was still processing that you were here with him before snapping back and calling out for you.

“do you want to stay? for breakfast?” he held up the bags in his hand.

you looked at him confused. “why would i?”

chan winced a little. “because i want to.”

“why?” you questioned again.

“because i miss you.” he replied with no lie behind his voice.

you got quiet.

“chan… you broke up with me.” you reminded him.

chan nodded. “and i regret it.”

why does he do this? why does he do this when you’re finally trying to get over him. you’re finally telling yourself it’s better like this.

“chan no you don’t.” you tell him, hoping he would drop it.

he shook his head and walked to you. “no, i do yn. i regret it.”

you shook your head at him this time. “chan stop, it’s over. you have forgotten about me and that’s fine.”

chan got your hand in his. “do you really think i have forgotten about you? if anything, i kept thinking about you each day.”

you teared up. why now? why does he do this now when you’re finally trying to move on.

“yn.. i regret it so much. i thought i was doing what was best and … i wasn’t. each day i thought about you… about us and wished i could have called you and brought you back to me. i’m sorry.” he softly said to you as he saw tears running down your face.

you sniffled and chan brought his hand up to wipe your tears away. you let him. you let him because you can’t bring yourself to push him away knowing you still love him.

“will you be mine again?” he asked softly, scared you’ll run away.

you looked up at his beautiful face. seeing his eyes hold nothing but love and desperation.

you brought your own hand to his cheek and softly rubbed your thumb to his cheekbone. “if i say yes…will you promise to me to not leave me?”

chan nodded and laid his forehead to yours as he closed his eyes, feeling your warmth. he missed this. he missed you.

as always, he cupped the side of your right face in his palm of his free hand and placed his lips to yours, you quickly returning the kiss with nothing but yearning.

he pulled away for a breather. he inspected your face and smiled. “my beautiful, beautiful yn… this time, i’ll make sure to be here with you.”

you smiled back. before you can something back, a voice called out for both of you.

“glad you two made up or something but chan we’ve been waiting for the conchas for a damn hour now, give it to me!” vernon scolded chan and snatched the bag out of his hand before going back to the hotel.

you and chan bursted out laughing. it was nice to hear both of your laughs from each other. you have him another kiss that he reciprocated.

this time, chan will make sure to cherish you once again and he’ll won’t let you go this time.

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first work done! if there’s any grammar mistakes or typos, just leave it be, i’ll fix it when i reread this. enjoy! :)

[bombuni]

Walk with me:

Jaime Reyes is a desperate, desperate man for you. He’s trying not to let it show but Khaji-da spouting about his elevated heart rate in the forefront of his mind isn’t helping to calm his nerves.

It’s not like he hasn’t been here before, with you in his lap and his hands trying to carve out a place for him on your hips. It’s just that everytime he has you like this; breathless, eager, with roaming hands and a flushed face to go with it, it leaves him discombobulated. He doesn’t know how he got you here but he forgets all about it every time he feels your lips on his.

Evidently, you notice when his mind goes elsewhere. As if Khaji-da is speaking straight to you and you both are deliberating on what to do with Jaime, you break from the kiss and ask, “You ok? We can stop if you want-“

His mind jumps back in as soon as he hears the word stop, “What? Baby, I’m fine,” he smiles to show you that he is.

Realizing that maybe all he did was wander off, you smile too, “Pues pareces idiota. You’re just sitting there,”

He grumbles in a way to make you laugh, taking your giggles in his own lips and trying to keep them for himself, “You make me an idiot, that’s why.”

[prettykittycastle]

Relax

Summary: You help Matt relax.

(The reader is 18+ and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Ass rimming, handjob, Dom!reader, sub!Matt, tiny bit of dirty talk)

If this isn't your thing, DON'T READ IT.

"How's my boy," you asked him, running my hand softly down his back, feeling all the tension and stress from the past few weeks built up in him.

"So much better, your majesty," he replied, sighing at the feel of your fingers.

Hell's Kitchen had for some reason seen a sudden rise in crime lately and your poor Matty had been out almost every single night fighting crime and wouldn't come back until early in the morning, sore and bruised. You decided that after he came home from work you could help him relax. You quickly told him to take off his clothes and get on the bed, on his hands and knees, and just relax.

Moving your hand towards his spine, you pressed your fingers into his skin, trying to ease some of the tension. In response he closed his eyes and moaned, placing his head down on the pillow and lifting his ass into the air for you, arching his back.

"Spread your legs, sweetie," you ordered moving your hand down and placing it on his ass cheek, lightly squeezing it.

Once he spread his legs wider for you, you moved behind him and lowered yourself so your face was eye level with his ass. You grabbed both cheeks and spread them to see his hole, tight and waiting for you, and you instantly felt a warmth in your core begin to grow at what you were about to do.

"How're you feeling," you asked again, making sure he was still okay with this. This was still a new thing you and him were trying out and you both found yourselves surprisingly loving it.

"Yes, your majesty," he replied, the sound of yearning and desperation was clear in his voice.

"Good, baby," you said. You leaned your head forward and softly placed a kiss on his hole.

The action made him twitch and he let out a gasp but that didn't stop you from quickly replacing your lips with your tongue and gently licking up a stripe, starting from his perineum and ending at his hole.

The moan he let out was loud and hot and made the burning in your core stronger. Spreading his cheeks wider, you eyed his hole with pleasure and slowly licked another stripe up his ass.

"Oh," he moaned into the pillow, squeezing the bedsheets between his fingers.

"How's that feel, Matty," You asked, letting one of his cheeks go and moving your finger and placing it on his hole, not inserting it, but lightly pressing it, teasing him.

"Feel's so good, your majesty," he answered, voice muffled.

"What about now," you asked, keeping the pressure on his hole, but gently rubbing it. The feel of it slightly twitching under your touch made a smile come to your face.

"Oh, yes, your majesty," he moaned, slightly pushing his ass towards you more, trying to get more of the pressure.

"Patience, baby boy," you told him. You gave him a slap on his left cheek and couldn't help but chuckle at the gasp you heard him make.

"So sorry, your majesty."

Still rubbing his hole, you lifted the hand you slapped him with and gently grasped his hardening cock and gave it a little tug.

"Oh fuck," he gasped, his hips twitching and his cock jumping in your hand.

You moved your finger away from his hole and replaced it with your tongue, quickly lapping at it. You moved your other hand and began slowly stroking him, making sure to move your hand all the way down to his base and all the way up to his tip.

"Yes," he groaned, his hips still twitching.

The more you lapped at his hole and stroked his cock, the more moans and groans he let out. His fingers tightening around the bedsheets so much that his knuckles were turning white. You could hear him muttering under his breath over and over "yes, yes, yes," and you decided to add to his pleasure.

Moving away from his hole, you lowered your head to his balls and looked at them with a proud smirk. They were full, swollen, and extremely sensitive. You leaned forward and gently took one into your mouth and lightly sucked on it.

"Oh God," he moaned out, jerking his hips and his balls away out of sensitivity.

"Come here," you demanded, moving closer and putting your mouth back on balls, sucking one into your mouth. Your hands continued to slowly stroke him.

"Please, please," he whimpered. His legs was beginning to shake and you could feel his cock harden more and more in your hand.

"What'd you want, Matty?" You pulled away and asked him, stopping your stroking. When he didn't answer, you took your hand off of him and gave him another slap on his asscheek, making him let out a yelp. "Huh?"

"I like to cum, please," he whimpered out, pushing ass towards you.

Still wearing your smirk, you answered, "I'll make you cum, baby boy."

Grabbing his cock again, you leaned forward and put your mouth back on his hole, sucking and lapping at his hole hungrily. You no longer stroked him and began jerking him off, your grip no longer soft, but now firm.

"Faster, please," he begged.

Accepting his request, you moved your hand faster. Every time your hand went down towards his tip, you gave it a little twist. His hips began thrusting up and down against your mouth, grinding against your face and fucking your hand. His moans began to get louder and louder and you could feel his cock harden more, signaling his upcoming release. Desperate to have your boyfriend cum, you continued to suck and lap at his asshole, letting him grind his ass against your face, and decided to reach up and grab his balls. All you had to do was give one of his balls a nice little squeeze and another twist on his tip and finally he let out a loud moan, then you felt the warmth and wetness of his cum shooting in your hand and running down your wrist. He continued to grind against your face a few more times, thrusting into your hand, and letting out as much cum as he could, before finally stopping. Moving your face away and letting go of his cock, you stood up and took a step from the bed to look down at your Matty.

His ass was still in the air, and face still in the pillow, but you could see that he was exhausted. All the stress and pain of Hell's Kitchen was stroked and sucked out of him and he was finally able to relax.

"How ya feel, baby boy," you asked, placing your hand on his back, no longer feeling any tension in his body.

"So much better," he moaned into the pillow tiredly. He lowered his ass and rolled over onto his back to look at you and you saw the relaxation written on his face. " Thank you, your majesty."

"Your welcome," you replied, laying down next to him on the bed and giving him a kiss on his cheek.

[solitaryearthperson]

Broken Promise

Summary: The reader is in danger and Elijah has no other choice but to protect them through compulsion.

(The reader is 18+ and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

"You should watch your back, Elijah. Your love is quite a sight. It'd be a shame if something happened to them."

That was the last thing the vampire said to Elijah before his heart was ripped out. Even though the vampire is now dead, he knew that that threat was not empty.

"It'd be a shame if something happened to them."

Those words kept echoing in his mind, haunting him. I promised them, He reminded himself. I promised them and I failed.

He promised you and himself that he would never put you in any sort of danger. He promised to protect you from his family, his family's enemies, and anyone else he feared might bring harm to you.

I could hide them, he thought, his mind trying to think of ways that he could protect you now. No one would be able to harm them. 

The idea seemed appealing but he knew that it wouldn't work. He had already took many precautions to try to keep you as far away from the sights of his enemies and yet they still found out about you. I thought this could be different. I could be different. His cold, undead heart felt like it was gonna break into a million pieces as thoughts continued to run through his mind. He already knew what he had to do. It was a decision he had been dreading since the day he met you and realized you were the one for him. As someone who was not religious, he suddenly found himself praying to whoever to find other ways to protect you that didn’t involve this, but nothing came to him, at least nothing that would keep you happy and healthy and living a good life. 

“I must do it,” he told himself, pulling out his handkerchief and wiping the vampire’s blood off of his hand. 

“I must protect my love,” wiping off the last of it, he placed his handkerchief back into his pocket and left to go to you.

~

“Elijah,” you yelled his name from the kitchen, hearing the opening and closing of your front door.

When you didn’t hear any response from him, you dropped the dishes you were washing and placed them in the sink, before turning and leaving the kitchen. 

“ ‘Lijah,” you called again, walking to the front door to find him standing in the foyer, still not responding.

“ ‘Lijah, what’s up,” you asked, walking up to him. As you got closer, you saw that his usual chocolate brown eyes were glassy and they were looking at you with so much emotion that the sight made you stop your footsteps in shock. “ ‘Lijah, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, my love,” he apologized, his voice trembling. He quickly came forward and wrapped his arms around you, placing your head onto his chest.

“What’s wrong, ‘Lijah? Why’re you sorry?” you asked trying to pull away and look at him, but he continued to hold you against him.

“I broke my promise to you.”

He didn’t have to say anything else. You knew what he meant and you instantly felt your own heart breaking at what that meant.

“Elijah, it’s going to be alright,” you tried to tell him, hoping to change his mind, but you knew that his mind was already made up. After you two had confessed your love to each other for the first time, he made the promise to always protect you from anything and anyone. He had told you about his past lovers and the terrible fates that met them and you assured him that that would never happen to you and you were going to stick by his side. “I’m going to be alright.”

A sniffle was your only response and you finally were able to pull back from him and see that a tear was rolling down his face.

“Elijah, please,” you pleaded, grabbing his face and looking into his eyes, seeing the sadness, fear, and defeat in them. “Please, I can take care of myself.” 

“(Y/N),” he said, his sad, brown eyes becoming dilated as his compulsion began. “I have put you in danger and I am sorry. I promised to protect you and I failed. You will not remember me or our relationship. You will not remember anything of our love.” Another tear rolled down his face as he saw your (E/C) eyes were glazed over under his compulsion. “When I have gotten rid of the enemy and can guarantee your safety, I will lift the compulsion and you will remember me. Until then, my love,...I’m sorry.” He placed a kiss on your head and let you go. 

Before he could see your eyes go back to normal, he turned and quickly left your home, his mind coming up with different ideas of what he was going to do the enemy who chose to threaten your life. 

[leovenuslatina]

˚₊‧꒰ა 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒆 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

why/how you became famous?

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

this is the first in my fame series! this series is all about what your life of fame will be like !! enjoy !!

‧꒰˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚꒱ ‧ this is just a reminder that tarot isn’t permanent or set in stone YOU decide how your life goes no one or nothing else now take a deep breath and choose the pile that calls to you ‧꒰˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚꒱ ‧

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。

🎀 pile one 🎀

four of cups, page of cups, eight of wands

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pile one i see you being famous like an over night thing. maybe you post a silly video or something while you’re bored at home and out of nowhere you blow up!When it comes to massing a following, being genuine with a big personality can be an irresistible combination for you. People are drawn to your authenticity, and you are someone that exudes genuine qualities coupled with a larger-than-life personality you’re magnetic. you are refreshing and invigorating to encounter. you are true to yourself and unapologetically embrace your unique qualities. This authenticity shines through in your posts, words, and interactions, creating a sense of trustworthiness that undoubtedly attracts others. A big personality adds another layer of charm as it infuses excitement and enthusiasm into every moment. People are naturally captivated by you who radiates positive energy and have the ability to bring joy into everyone’s life. Ultimately, it is this winning combination of genuineness and a big personality that draws people in and makes them love you so much. Suddenly, your follower count skyrockets, and notifications flood in from people all over the world. It's surreal, to say the least. Comments pour in praising your humor or admiring your beauty. Your inbox is flooded with messages from brands wanting to collaborate. From being an ordinary user scrolling through memes and cat videos, now everyone wants a piece of you - interviews, guest appearances, sponsorships - it seems endless.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ extra ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

boredom

disappointment

re-evaluate

announcement

birth

good news

hasty action

motion

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡

🎀 pile two 🎀

two of swords, ace of pentacles, ten of wands

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you’re famous pile two because of what you say and what you talk about what you say and the things you talk about really resonates with others! you may be a motivational speaker or writer someone who really gets to people deeply with just your words. i see you a lot in the spot light and on like red carpets in fancy dress and dripping in diamonds. you have a beautiful smile so you might be funny or a comiden actor/actress. pile 2 people are so obsessed with your mind i don’t know what it is about but the way you think is remarkable to others. you’re constantly pulling people in with your opinions on whatever topic . you could be a talk show host ! giving wendy but better. you’re so welcoming and sun shining all over everyone who is a fan of yours. pile 2 if or when you become famous your recognition and success will be extremely abundant ! you’ll be so well loved and very well known.

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balance, bambi, deer 🦌, red, red carpets, peace of mind, cameras, emotional stability , finical, gain , luck , talk shows , recognition, success

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡

🎀 pile three 🎀

seven of cups, temperance, the tower

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pile 3 you’re famous for something you’ve always wanted to do something you’ve dreamt of doing for your whole life. this career is something you definitely manifested. this maybe something you wanted to do ever since you little. i’m seeing your inner child guiding you to this career. you’re famous because your life is inspiring! people see how hard you work and have been and all you’ve been through. people from all over are drawn to you because of you being so true to yourself and not ashamed to be who you really are. you may become a actress i see you might have a flare for the dramatics and or performing on a sort of broadway stage. you become famous pile 3 because you’re a very ambitious person who goes after any and everything you want.

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dreams and ambitions , stars ⭐️ , inner self, capable, control, dramatic change, new start, blue,

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡

🎀 pile four 🎀

the well, three of pentacles, eight of pentacles

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you’re definitely an artist !! you’re extremely comfortable with your medium whatever it is painting or music or whatever you make your art with your extremely skilled ! whatever it is that you create resonates will millions. and you’re praised heavily for your incredible art work. everyone is so impressed how you can be so skilled you are at such a young age. people are truly amazed by your talent. if you’re an artist can see your artwork being displayed in huge museums in from of crowds of people. i see opportunities falling right into your lap so if you do desire fame and fortune simply remain indulgent in you passions that will lead you to true happiness

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ extra ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

nurturing

opportunities

creative

excellence

satisfaction

mastery

success

teamwork

purpose

new skills

apprentice

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡

[kirbyskisses]

Soft! Dom Jason with reader first time, the reader having it difficult to adjust. I'm terrible with ideas :(

you’re not terrible, i love it nonnie! here have some daddy kink, praise kink, completely gender neutral reader, lots of soft touches and kisses - bit of overstim because jason is big

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jason can’t help it - he gets a thrill from giving you a little too much. not so much to make you really want to stop. not so much to make you feel hurt or genuinely uncomfortable. just enough to make you whine at the stretch of him while you bite your lip with tears in your eyes.

and all just from him sinking in just one extra inch of his thick cock without warning. his little virgin crybaby.

—

“daddy… too big…”

“i know angel, i know. takin’ my cock like a champ.” jason had started the night by rocking his hips with almost minute movements - fucking the flared head of his huge cock in and out of your sore hole. now he gives a confident smile at how far you’ve been able to take him.

“we’re almost halfway, can you take that for me? hm? just half, okay?”

you choke on a moan, trying to grab onto his built biceps in a plea for him to slow down - he coos, smooth hand on the side of your face to wipe your teary eyelashes with his thumb.

“aw sugar, no - don’t cry. daddy’s right here. you’re doing so good for me, makin’ me feel so good.”

“i am?” you hiccup out, a little delirious from the pleasure - he’d prepped you so well that you’re already frothing.

“ ‘course ya are, cariño.” he gives a handsome smile and hums, sweat sticking the ends of his white hair to his forehead.

"jason..." you whimper, pouting in a way that breaks his heart. he’s trying so hard to be soft with his precious love, but you’re so much smaller than him.

“i’m right here, baby. what do you need?”

"can… um…kiss?" you whimper unable to think straight. he coos at your jumbled words and grants your wish, gently kissing your lips. soon enough his tongue passes between them, making him moan. your mouth is so hot and warm and sticky like the virginal walls pulsing around just the first inches of his cock.

"it's okay, pretty baby.” he assures as he pulls away, hands never leaving your skin as he caresses down every inch of you. "coño - you’re tight. half okay? just half…”

his hips slot forward just a bit more, slotting more in and you make a broken noise as he groans loudly.

your body clenches so hard that jason’s not sure if you’re tightening to pull more in or trying to squeeze him out - but it feels good.

“holy….fuck - holy shit, baby. does it hurt? huh? tell daddy if it hurts, cariño. está bien?”

you don’t even know if what you feel is pain - head spinning at having him pulse so hot and deep inside you so you cover your face in your hands and sputter out a weak “jason - jason! i don’t… dunno”

“don’t know?” he removes your smaller hands from your face and pins them with his - leaving your squirming form and dizzied expression completely exposed. he chuckles between pants and leans down again to kiss your face softly.

“you’re doing so good. ‘f you don’t know, we’ll figure it out together - okay? gimme an ‘okay’ baby…”

you nod, lips trembling as you slur out an “okay.”

“good. so good for me. and baby?” you hum, clenching a little more at his praises as his hands start to roam again.

“y-yes daddy?” you barely mumble out, face completely flushed at his hungry expression.

“we’re gonna get you to take this whole cock by the end of the night.”

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tagging @sems-diarie and @reveluving because i think they’d appreciate it.

[sexcbatman]

title cigarettes out the window P1 ( P2 )

pairing : jason todd x latino! male reader

summary : jason needed a drink of something strong and boy did he get something that intoxicated him.

warnings : mentions of alcohol, cigarettes, and skin picking ( anxiety )

authors note: its so bad but wtv. also didnt check for grammar so if theres mistakes im sorry, its two am.

Cheeks painted red his fingers couldn't help but twitch as his throat clogged up. Double checking himself with his phone camera he frowned. Why the actual fuck was his hair not working the day he needed it to work. He was due for what he felt like was a date in the next 3 minutes and fuck was he so nervous. You probably didn't even consider it such but Jason did.

After-all, Jason would grasp onto your 'friendly' gestures and treated it like you were absolutely infatuated with him. It was devastating and delusional, due to the fact you were probably straight. Jason was supposed to be straight, thats at least what he thought. Till he came to a realization a week ago that he sure was fucking not.

Straight people don't fantasize about holding hands and whispering poems softly into the ears of there new a-claimed friends. Every-time he read a romance novel he'd often find himself comparing you to the male lead and him to the female lead. Hell he was even looking to find novels with great gay love stories to fantasize and analyze too.

Pawing at his hair as he lost himself in his thoughts he came to realize he was slightly late. Letting out a distrained sigh, his inner corner of his brows rose with stress. He hasn't been this nervous since him and his ex- Artemis got serious.

Adjusting his shirt, he tried his best to look decent. Mostly everything in his closet was either joggers and plain shirts. Except the tailored suits for gala's, but he wasn't gonna wear a full blown suit to a simple 'date' to the mall. You had invited him to come with you to eat and then go around the mall to look for a shirt due to the fact you had a family reunion thing out of town sometime this week.

Putting his big boy pants on his headed into the mall and headed towards the food court. Looking for a place to sit he spotted a two chaired table and took a seat.

You were about 4 minutes late, feet tapping Jason picked at the skin outside of his nail while anxiety filled his chest. Lips pursing he felt like he had the biggest bitch face on.

Once those 4 minutes turned into 30 he felt like he was gonna cry or probably go be rude to bruce to cope with the fact he was probably stood up.

Sighing heavily he felt dumb, you didn't care for him much so it didn't matter to you. To him though he felt so disappointed like he always did. You were his first guy crush and you grabbed that shit by the throat. Shook it around and spit on it.

“Shit, sorry for being like so late.” Your voice entered his ears causing him to pick deeper into his skin.

“it's whatever, don't care much.” letting out a dry chuckle Jason shrugged and stood up taller in his seat.

“You sure ? You look fucking pissed man.. well I mean — that is understandable literally wasted 30 something minutes of your time but I have an excuse.” chuckling nervously you slid into the seat in-front of him.

“Yeah no duh and it better be a good reason.”

“Man you're literally acting like you're my boyfriend or something.” joking around you pressed your keys on the table and let out a airy laugh. “so basically I accidentally hit this guys rim while reversing, he got pissed and I had to like give him my info. Should've just drove away, its Gotham afterall. No one give's a shit about the tiny stuff.”

“Yeah you should've drove off.” ignoring the boyfriend comment he tapped his aching fingers ignoring the way it was throbbing.

“Anyways, what do you wanna eat? They have Chick-fil-a, Chinese, Mexican, burgers, hot wings and omg Korean hot dogs.” grabbing Jasons hand you stared down at his fingers and frowned softly.

“I'll pay for everything so don't worry bro.” lifting his fingertips up to your mouth you pecked them softly.

Brows furrowing inward deeper Jason tore his hand away, now you just had to be messing with him. How could you do such an intimate gesture than call him bro.

“Can I get a burger with a water, and thanks.” brushing his fingers over the hand you kissed his eyes flicked to your face.

You looked embarrassed, eye lashes blinking rapidly he saw you swallow thickly but recover your fallen expression with a smile.

Getting up from your spot you grabbed slid your keys across the table for Jason to hold than proceeded to walk off.

You felt like shit, you were definitely gonna have a slight dent in your wallet from that rim and Jason was mad at you. Maybe he was annoyed by how touchy you were or the way your voice sounded.

Twisting the rings on your finger you sighed and made it to the burger stand. Ordering Jasons usual burger combo and your own you gave your name then slid your card.

You really cared for Jason and didn't want him to leave. You adored him, platonically of course. Thats at least what you thought but you were honestly questioning because he's all you can think about sometimes.

During your day and work all you can wonder is what he's doing at that moment. You also got really fuzzy while thinking of BESTIE scenarios with him. Wait let's back track because this definitely sounds like a crush.

Holy fuck you liked Jason.

Mouth agape you finally made it to the table, eyes staring at a pretty green eyed male on his phone who was twirling your car keys with his fingers. You shook your head but not in disbelief. You could honestly see why you liked him, he was really your type.

From the personality to his little quirks, “Im back jacey wacey.”

Corners of his lip quirking the white streaked male met eyes with you, “Jacey wacey?”

“Thats your new nickname.” giving a wink you blew a kiss that caused him to advert his eyes. Shit maybe you just made him uncomfortable.

“Hey can I ask you something.” placing his phone down along with your car keys on the table he kept eye contact.

“Go ahead, shoot it at me.”

“Are you like into — um guys? I have this friend and he thinks your like cute.” biting into his lip he looked anywhere but you whilst he spoke.

“Yes.I think? I would kiss a guy and date one, so I guess that makes me into them.”

Jason felt his heart genuinely drop to his asshole, trying to control his glee he smiled. “Cool, cool.”

“Does this friend happen to be you?” asking the question you scooted your seat next to his and peered at him closer.

“Yeah, it's me. I think you're cute, adorable, geeky,cute and sexy all the great combinations.” Grabbing his boldness from the closet, he leaned in close and smirked.

Pressing your lips into Jasons, you felt your heart twist and jump with glee in every muscle of your body. Hand grasping at the back of your neck jason went in for a deeper kiss.

Staying there for what felt like eternity you pulled away realizing you guys were in public.

“The spring sun shows me your shadow,the spring wind bears me your breath.” brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear Jason inhaled softly, “You are mine for a passing moment but I am yours to the death.”

“someones down bad already.” leaning into the back of your seat you wiggled your brows.

“It's rosamund marriot watson.” voice soft Jason shrugged,“What do you mean? I literally despise you for playing with my feelings.”

“ok, play with deez nutz instead?”

[sincerlycas]

pretty lady.

summary: a connie drabble where he has to deal with dating the most prettiest girl.

warnings: mature scenes, slight smut, etc.

commission for: @tojisblondebimbo

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connie loved you with his hearts content, he loved when you would come up to him squealing because you got a new dress, he loved the way how tight the dress clunged to your body leaving no where for imagination. your ass pocking out the bottom of the dress when you would bend over showing your lacy thong clinging to your mound so tightly.

connie loved the fact you were so damn pretty, you were hard headed and stubborn, but soft and poise. he loved how sometimes your beauty could get you anything. for example, you forgot your purse in the house so you turn to look at connie while pointing at the Chanel bag “pa pleaseee I’ll pay you back!!” shaking his head he agreed to buy it knowing damn well you won’t pay him back. but he knew something was up when you seemed to forget your wallet multiple times. what can you say, why would you spend your own money when your man is right there?

but you being pretty can also cause problems. the amount of times he had to beat niggas asses left and right because they couldn’t keep their hands off you. sometimes he wished you wore a plastic bag over your head when going out. he wished your dresses weren’t so mesh and tight on you showing everyone a preview of what’s up under there. but it’s not really his baby’s fault that she’s so pretty so all he can do is grunt about it and move along while rubbing onto your ass any chance he can.

the times he really loved though was being between your legs sucking with his hearts content. looking up momentarily seeing your bambi watery eyes staring right back at him, your plump lips letting out the softest whines possible. slurping sounds filling the room as you rock back against his face trying to catch your nut. connie’s tongue did wonders that sometimes you had to deprive him from the pussy. like one time he wanted to fuck while you guys were at a family gathering and cupped your pussy with his hand after slipping it through the slit of the skirt “connie !!” “whatt? let’s go in my old room hm?”

your hair messy and all over the place, makeup and lip combo smeared, legs kicking around everywhere, toes curling, back arching off the bed “you taste so good mama~ how come you won’t sit on my face forever huh~? don’t that sound like a good idea pretty lady~?” slapping the side of your thighs with pinching your overstimulated clit. “what you think mama~? tell ‘pa’ what you thinking in the pretty little head of yours~” biting your lip you grabbed his hand making him hover over you. watching your plum lips connie heard “you won’t be able to handle it pa~” did I forget to tell you he loved that slick mouth?

he couldn’t leave you alone even if he tried. you were a little bit toxic. everytime he went to do a deal you would latch onto him telling him if he left you in the house alone for an hour max you would leave. of course knew you were bluffing but he still sighed a stayed with you a while longer knowing if he you guys broke up, you’d find a nigga the same day. ouuu he was just like the song area codes by kali, that one line that said “matter of fact, scratch that imma send you a stack just cuz you fine as hell” and bitch that nigga hand you two racks!! while saying “give me a show and I’ll add an extra hermosa” who were you to decline the offer?

overall being connie’s pretty girl had many perks it’s a 10/10 experience <3

[punkeropercyjackson]

Jason Todd.Also Megumi Fushiguro.Also Percy Jackson but by P*rcicos and gods fuckers specifically.Also Todoroki Shouto.Also Sasuke Uchiha.Also Ichigo Kurosaki.Also Hobie Brown.Also Marshall Lee Abadeer.Also Prince Zuko.Also Nicholas D. Wolfwood-Y'know you guys get it

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