#p: Stormy Monday

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"All" the Kindergarten 2 kids as ponies :D!

*All except the experimented kids lol sorry Madison fans…

Tiny bit of unnecessary exposition of my mlp au rules;

-The earliest a pony can get their cutie mark is around age 5, AKA kindergarten years, but it’s not abnormal to be a blank flank until age 18/puberty stops. The “prime” time for a pony to get their cutie marks is when puberty starts around age 10-15, cause this is when people start finding out who they are and all that stuff.

-In my au, ponies are the only sentient species. There is pony racism, though just like irl, it’s based off of the coat color and hair texture instead of species like in mlp. Though unlike in the show, people are much more accepting and have moved past those discriminatory views.

-Ponies start learning to use their magic/how to fly around age 5, and are usually mastered it around age 8.

Um I think that’s it for worldbuilding OK PONY TIME!

Lily is an earth pony! She got her cutie mark when she found Billy and ‘bloomed’ again after she ‘wilted’. It basically represents her resilience and determination after going through such a bad time in her life. “Waterlily” came from her actual name, and I thought it fit her nicely :-)

Billy is also an earth pony; he got his cutie mark in the second game when he successfully rescued the trapped kids with Lily. It represents his inquisitive personality and also matches his sister’s! :3 he’s slightly duller because of spending so much time in the lab. I came up with his name by just finding another kind of Lily that matches with Waterlily ^_^

Kid is an earth pony— he got his cutie mark on Monday after completing his first mission. The apple represents how he compartmentalizes his time in his head; how he has a certain amount of apples to complete a task. The compass shows how he’s able to help people with what they need. I made his name by just translating Kid into pony language :P

Nugget!! He’s a pegasus who’s alright at best when it comes to flying. He got his cutie mark before Monday, when he made his first Nugget Cave. It basically represents his love for digging and nuggets. He flies people up and down his Nugget Cave when they want to see, but since he’s still not the best at flying, he needs the nuggets to cushion their landing. I wanted to keep “Nugget” in his name, and Gold Nugget was right there, so that’s how he got his name lol!

Felix Huxley :0 he’s a unicorn with pretty good magic, he can lift most small objects and can pull around Ted if he feels like it. He got his cutie mark after Cain’s Not Able, it represents his loyalty to AppleSoft and his dedication to his reputation/image. His name slightly matches wirh Ted, though it’s supposed to be more “serious” and “business-y”.

Ted Huxley ^_^ also a unicorn, his magic strength is comparable to Felix’s. He got his cutie mark after the alt ending of Cain’s Not Able— because of the loops, both of them just woke up “randomly” on Tuesday with their marks. It shows his dedication to the company, but through his personal values instead of image. I came up with his name by trying to think of one that could be “nicknamed” two times, like how Theodore can become Ted and Teddy. So, only Felix calls him Stormy, while everyone else calls him Storm. Also, the suffix ‘Bright’ seemed nicer than ‘Flare’, even though they’re comparable in definition. So I thought it fit!

Monty is a unicorn, his magic is really only good for moving around small objects and not much more. It’s really helpful for making gadgets, which is also how he got his cutie mark! It represents his ability to make gizmos as well as being a darn good business man. He got it after he sold a bunch of stuff his first week of kindergarten. I thought the phrase “circular logic” fit Monty and that’s really it on his name lol

Ozzy! I’ve drawn him before but I changed his cutie mark slightly :P he’s a pegasus, pretty alright at flying but he doesn’t really care to get better at the moment. He flaps his wings when he gets overwhelmed :’) He got his cutie mark in science class after looking at a plant under the microscope. I came up with his name because he comes across as kinda soft and timid, like the word ‘weeping’, but can pack a mean punch, like the stinging nettle plant.

Buggs is an earth pony that got cutie mark by just… overall being a delinquent. But! He can be smart, which is where the magnifying glass comes in; it represents his ability to make and go through with plans if he wants to. His name doesn’t represent much, I just thought it fit really well :3

Jerome was a TOUGH one to work with cause there is NOT a much to work with with him :( but!! I tried!! So firstly he tried SO hard to make his cutie mark a yo-yo. But he ended up getting it on Tuesday, representing his resilience for getting thru his emotional turbulence. He’s a unicorn with moderately strong magic. I came up with his name just by looking up pony name ideas because again I had no idea how to do him and I thought it fit!

Carla my beloved ❤️ she’s a pegasus and by far the best at flying out of everyone, despite having kinda small wings. She got her cutie mark by sneaking into Dr. Danner’s room for the first time and changing the lesson plan— it represents her being sneaky and skillfully getting into places she shouldn’t. “Stormchaser” came from how Carla loves doing things she knows is dangerous/will get her in trouble for the thrill of it, just like storm chasing. Since Ted already goes by Storm, she goes by Chase.

Cindy’s a pegasus, but she’s the least skilled at flying despite having the biggest wings. She got her cutie mark by bullying Lily in front of the whole class 😭 it represents her being feisty and explosive while having such a sweet appearance. Her name is ironic, considering she’s the least gentle kid at school, probably.

Penny’s our last one so far! She’s a unicorn with the strongest magic, as it was mechanically enhanced. Her cutie mark is a walkie-talkie going off with a heart in the display, showing her tattletale-y nature despite having good intentions. She got it the first time she “sent someone to the principal’s office”. She is honest at heart, which is where her name came from.

Skill of magic from strongest to weakest:

-Penny

-Felix

-Ted

-Jerome

-Monty

Skill of flight from strongest to weakest:

-Carla

-Nugget

-Ozzy

-Cindy

THAT’S ALL for this batch!! I’m working on the adults AS WE SPEAK and will actually include the hall monitors this time lol. Anywyas PLS LIKE PLS REBLOG TYYY

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Forgive Me (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: After reconciling in your bedroom, Miguel disappears on you for a week. Giving up on any hopes of romance, your friends plan a night out for you to cheer up. Too bad your boss makes an appearance and catches you with an attractive stranger on a stormy night. Read Part One: here

Word Count: 4463 words

Content: Miguel being a rude bastard, Miguel asking for forgiveness (again), arguments, possessiveness, alcohol consumption, tobacco consumption, 18+ (minors DNI), no p in v but things get spicy at the end, female fingering, finger sucking, misogyny, insecurity, swearing, hurt and comfort, office sex (no p in v), questionable Spanish

Note: ANGST! Got carried away once again. Lowkey not proofread. I love angst and Miguel being vulnerable.  If you are into angst, you will enjoy this. Feel free to correct my Spanish and ask for any other cw to be added. Thank you for the 1K+ notes on Pt. 1. Have fun, horndogs ;)

It has been seven days since you last saw Miguel O’Hara.

After spending a full 48 hours by your side, he had gone back to work. You decided to join him at Alchemax the next day but found his office empty. At first, you thought he was occupied with Spider-Man business, so you kept yourself busy with answering his overflowing email box. Slowly the sun set behind the skyline of Nueva York and the messages ran out, leaving behind a feeling of uneasiness in your stomach.

 You [sent Friday, 6 pm]: Hey, are you coming to work today?

You [sent Friday, 10 pm]: I’m going home for the night. Call me when you are home. I miss you :)

You [sent Saturday, 5 am]: Are you okay?

You [sent Saturday, 1 pm]: I’m getting really worried. Where are you?

You [sent Saturday, 5 pm]: I emailed you in case you lost your phone. Call me asap.

You [sent Sunday, 7 pm]: I’ll see you at work tomorrow.

You [sent Monday, 9 am]: Lyla said you’re okay but won’t tell me what’s going on. Says I don’t have clearance. Please call me.

You [sent Monday 10 am]: Are you actually ignoring me?

You [sent Tuesday, 1 am]: My best friend you’re an asshole and I should never let you near my pussy ever again.

You [sent Tuesday 1:23 am] Are you ghosting me? You know we work together, right?

You [sent Tuesday, 3:30 am]: I hate you Miguel O’Hara.

 Friday rolled around and your best friend had enough of your drunk late-night facetime calls. She gathered a group of your high school girlfriends and decided a night out in the town would be the perfect remedy. “Fuck him, babe,” Katy states, sliding a shot glass across the table. “You should report him to HR for being an ass.”

You laughed and tipped the glass into your mouth. The tequila burnt its way down your throat. “I’m just going to find a new job. I can’t be dealing with this shit right now.”

Your friend Soo let out a burp. “Did you let him hit it?”

You shake your head. “No,” you cough. “We came close to it, like above the pants stuff— do you think that’s why he’s ignoring me? Because I didn’t put out right away?”

“Bitch,” Katy chides, slapping the tabletop, “be fucking for real. You look like a busty, hot secretary from some comic book. He should be lucky you let him touch your tits!”

Your friends nodded along in agreement. Katy grabs the sides of your chair and spins it around, facing you to the restaurant bar. “You see that guy there?” she points at a man with messy blond hair in an open-collar white shirt. “He’s been eyeing you all night. Go talk to him right now.”

The tequila must have heightened your bravery as you found yourself walking across the dimly lit restaurant and to the wall. Stealing a glance at him from the corner of your eye, you ask the bartender for, “a rum and coke please.”

“You can add her drink to my tab,” the man says just like you hoped he would. “I hope you don’t mind. I saw your friends fussing over you earlier and you looked like you needed a drink.”

“Is it that obvious?” You ask, letting out a laugh. “You’re right, I do need a little pick-me-upper tonight.”

“My name is John,” he says.

You introduced yourself and slide in the empty seat next to him. “So, what’s going on with you?” he questions, sipping his beer.

You carefully lift your drink from the bar top and circled the rim with your index finger. “I’m not sure if I wanna’ trauma dump on a stranger.”

“Sometimes talking to strangers helps.”

You contemplate his words and sigh. Your friends would kick you if you said the name Miguel O’Hara again in their general vicinity. You chose to divulge a little to the mystery man. “Things got a bit complicated with someone I really cared about. Everything was going well and then he disappeared suddenly, and I don’t know why.”

John listens to you carefully, nodding to himself. “You know what I do when I’m confused?”

“What?”

“I take a smoke break to chill out,” he answers, standing up. “Care to join me?”

You downed the contents of your glass and follow him out a door that open to a back alley behind the restaurant. Rain pours down heavily, and you both huddle under a dingy metal shed. The cold air bites your arms sharply as John lights the end of his cigarette and brings it to his mouth. “It can be frustrating when you’re left without answers but a girl like you has nothing to worry about.”

You smile at his words. You take the cigarette off his hand and take a drag. The smoke fills your lungs, making your head spin a little. The light-headedness reminds you of how you felt last time when Miguel was in your arms. Airy, free, and light. No matter what you do, all your thoughts lead back to him. You shake away the memories and pass the cigarette back to John.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” a stern voice asks.

A man melts out of the shadows in the alley and into the light shining from a streetlamp above. You recognize him. “Miguel?”

He doesn’t look at you and keeps his eyes focused on John. “Who is he?” he asks with a deep frown.

“Listen, I’m off work right now,” you clear your throat, sticking your nose up in the air. “I don’t have to explain—”

“Look, man,” John interrupts, “no need to get all worked about this. We are just talking.”

Miguel lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, right,” he spits and gets in his face. “You could have done that at the bar. Why the fuck are you out here alone with her? What were you planning on doing?”

“Mr. O’Hara!” you exclaim, stepping in between them. “You are out of line!”

He raises his eyebrows at your formality but keeps his attention on John over your shoulder.  “Buddy,” John says, wrapping an arm around your waist and moving you to the side. “She is allowed to talk to whoever she wants. I suggest you leave us alone now.”

The touch doesn’t go unnoticed by Miguel. His nostrils flare and his eyes turned red with anger. He steps closer to John until he is looming over the poor man. You often forget how big your boss is compared to everyone around him. The scene looks almost comical with how John tries to puff out his chest. “Te calmas o te calmo,” (Calm yourself, or I’ll calm you down) Miguel snarls.

Whatever John sees in his face is enough to make him reconsider. He holds his hands up in surrender and backs away slowly. Stopping in front of you he pushes the half-burnt cigarette into your hand and whispers, “If this is the guy you were talking about, then maybe it’s a good thing he disappears. I’ll be inside if you still want to talk.”

He walks away from the alley and into the restaurant, leaving you with Miguel alone in the alley. You watch in silence as his body trembles, and you can’t tell if it’s from anger or the rain hammering away at his back.

He breaks the silence. “So, you’re letting strangers into our private business?”

You snort loudly. “You don’t get to speak to me like that,” you tell him, taking another drag. “Especially after disappearing on me. You can’t just strut back into my life and tell me who I can confide in.”

“I was tending to some urgent matters,” he says, brushing his wet hair away from his forehead. “So I took the time to handle them. I can’t be around you every second of the day acting as your lap dog.”

The heat from the cigarette burns your skin. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you raise your voice, throwing your hands in the air. “You’re acting like I want you on a leash! I just wanted to know you were okay.”

“Clearly I’m okay,” he replies, rolling his eyes.

Your lips tug into a deep scowl at his tone. “Did you ever stop to consider how your actions affected me? How lost and confused I felt waiting by the phone every day?”

“It wasn’t intentional,” Miguel matches your tone. “You know I am a busy man, and that I have responsibilities. But you’d rather live in some fantasy land where I’m just some monster out to hurt you! You can’t begin to understand the weight I carry on my shoulders.”

Anger surges through your body. “How am I supposed to understand when you don’t tell me anything? Hell, your AI knows more about you than I do. It’s like you only care about missions or work and nothing else—”

“Sometimes in life, personal matters have to take a backseat,” he cuts you off, harshly. “Not everyone can put on a short skirt and high heels, waltz into work, type a few memos and then call it a night.”

“You misogynist fuck!” You scream back at him, resisting the urge to slap him silly. “I hate you!”

“I hate you too!” he yells back in your face with bloodshot eyes.

You spin on your heels and begin walking towards the main road. Rage begins to bubble inside you and reaches your throat. You turn around just as you reach the sidewalk and call out, “You know what? It doesn’t matter if you disappear again because I have hated you since the moment I met you. I hated you when everyone at work warned me about you. I hated you all those times you dismissed me like an afterthought. And I hated you when you came to my room that night begging for a second chance. So, I don’t care if you hate me, or think I’m useless or unimportant cause have hated you longer and harder and for better fucking reasons!”

You take another drag from the cigarette and then crush it underneath your pretty high heels. You make a right at the end of the alley and begin walking up the street. Warm tears spill down your face as you shiver in the rain. Katy was right, he was an asshole. An asshole that made you feel dumb for having a normal job or human emotions. But maybe you were just an idiot for falling in love with a man who didn’t respect you. Love wasn’t supposed to be this hard, but here you were feeling small and crying at the side of the road.

The sound of screeching tires brings you out of your self-pity. A sleek black car pulls up on the other side of the road and the passenger window rolls down. Miguel’s face emerges from behind the glass. “Ven aquí!” (come here) he calls out.

You ignore him and keep walking ahead. You have no idea where you are going, but you would rather eat rocks than speak to him.

From the corner of your eyes, you see Miguel make a sharp left, almost hitting oncoming traffic and pulling up beside you. “Get in the car!”

Your feet don’t stop moving so he slowly inches his car to match your speed. “Estoy harto. (I’m sick of this) Let’s talk!”

Honks and yells filled the night as people grew frustrated with his speed. “Stop,” you hiss, bending down to the window. “You are embarrassing me!”

“Get in the car then,” he says, with a clenched jaw. “You’re gonna’ catch a cold in the rain.”

“Stop pretending like you care,” you snarl, kicking the side of his car.

“A-YO LADY!” a man yells out of his yellow cab. “Get in the damn car! Your boyfriend is holding up traffic!”

A pleased smirk spread across Miguel’s face at the man’s remarks. You let out a frustrated grunt and yanked the door open, slipping into the passenger seat. “Put your seatbelt on,” he says, picking up speed.

You begrudgingly obey but wished that his car would get rear-ended so hard that his fat head would go through the windshield. “You look like you want me dead, babe,” he commented with a nervous laugh.

“Don’t call me that,” you snap, adjusting the belt over your soaking dress. “Where are we going?”

“Back to Alchemax,” he points at the GPS screen. “The freeway flooded, and it will be a while until it clears up. I have a spare set of clothes I keep in the office for overnighters. You can change while we wait for the storm to blow over.”

“I don’t want your charity,” you grumble, crossing my hand over my chest.

“I know,” he says. “I just want to take care of you.”

You disliked how your stomach felt at his words. “I left my bag behind at the restaurant.”

“I picked it up, it’s in the back seat.”

“I didn’t pay my tab.”

“It’s taken care of. Your friends know you’re fine, too. Just relax.”

Miguel leans over to turn your seat warmer on and warmth spreads across your chest and down your limbs. He drives in silence with only the soft white noise of radio static playing in the background. Occasionally you tear your gaze away from the furiously working windshield wipers and steal glances at his face. The headlights from other cars make the slopes of his cheek and the plumpness of his lips visible even on a stormy night. His warm complexion has turned pale, and you ponder if it was because of your interaction earlier.

You both pull up into the Alchemax parking lot and get out of the car. The security team must be watching through the cameras, wondering why one of their lead engineers was coming into work late at night with his drenched secretary. You quickly follow him into the elevator and up to the floor with his office. He opens the office door, and you slide inside into the dark space.

“Lyla,” he calls out and the room illuminates on command. “Lights.”

Miguel walks up to a storage cupboard and retrieves a towel in one hand and fresh clothes in the other. He passes them to you, and you quietly enter the adjacent washroom to change. You peel your damp dress off your skin and shiver as the chilly air hits you all over. Rubbing the towel quickly over your cold skin, you slip into an oversized t-shirt and shorts. It takes two knots of the drawstring, but you manage to keep the waistband tied around your naval.

You find Miguel waiting for you outside. He had changed into a shirt that hugged his slender waist and pants that hung dangerously low under his taut stomach. He pulls the towel out of your hand and drapes it over your head. His hands gently rub the threads against your wet hair in soft, circular motions. You lean into his touch involuntarily. “I can do it myself,” you complain but made no move to reach for the fabric.

“I know,” he replies. “I want to do it for you.”

“Please don’t.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re doing that thing again,” you said, “and it’s messing with my head.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where you start acting kind after being mean,” you explain in a small voice. “I don’t like it. It’s confusing”

He tugs the towel back so you can look into each other’s eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” he speaks, gently. “I just lost my shit when I saw you with him.”

“You cut off all contact when all I wanted was to know if you were okay,” your voice shakes as you stare at your feet. “You left me all alone, what was I supposed to do? Wait for you to change your mind?”

“I know I messed up, baby. I was wrong” he sighs, inching down his forehead to meet yours. “I should have communicated with you, but sometimes on missions, things get complicated. I don’t always like the things I have to do, and recently I’m having a difficult time making peace with it. It’s like the harder I try to do the right thing, the more damage I do. So sometimes, it’s just better to be alone rather than pretend I’m okay around other people.”

His words hurt your heart. You knew that his missions take a toll on him. In the past whenever you tried to inquire about its contents he wouldn’t answer. You wouldn’t push, afraid that he’d pull away, but it seems that he was pulling away regardless.

“When you’re gone,” you clear your throat, trying to speak through your narrowing trachea, “I worry that you might be laying dead in some universe, and I’d be none the wiser. I know that being Spider-Man is a sacrifice, but I don’t care about the world. I only care about you. So, when you treat me this way, it’s like I can’t breathe.”

He cups your face and places a soft kiss right on your cheekbone “Forgive me.”

“You say that a lot,” you remind him with a frown.

“I know,” he nods, “and I still mean it. I’m just an idiot who doesn’t know how to find the balance in life. I love that you care about me, and I want you to continue caring about me.”

“I don’t know, Mr. O’Hara,” you said. “I can’t ignore the way you speak to me at times. It feels as if you think we’re not equals. I am not some idiot. I am not beneath you just because I work under you.”

He groaned at the sound of his last name. Every time you called him that, it made the space between feel bigger. “I have seen a million universes, nena, (babe) and you are not beneath me in any of them,” he curls a damp strand behind your ear, “Unless we are in bed, then you’re definitely under me.”

“Miguel!” you chide, punching him in the stomach. “No es broma! (It’s not a joke) I’m being serious!”

He lets out an oof and backs away. His fangs poke out from underneath his curled lips and in that moment, he looks as carefree. He wraps his large hands around your arms and holds your attention. “I know broken trust isn’t easily mendable, but I’m going to try my hardest. I won’t leave you out in the dark or make you feel small. I’ll think twice before I open my stupid mouth. I’ll even ask Lyla to give you full access to my missions. Wh-when you see what I have to do- what I must do, please don’t hate me.”

“Miggy,” you pout, reaching for his face. “I was really, really angry when I said those things to you. I can never hate you. My heart won’t let me.”

His toothy grin appears again, and Miguel draws you into him. His smooth lips find yours and he cranes your head back to find the angle that leaves you breathless. You run the pads of your thumb gently across the slopes of his cheeks. It never ceased to surprise you that his skin was so soft under his stubble. Without breaking your kiss, your shuffle back and walk him to his desk chair. You smile into his lips as he shakes his head when you move him back and down to sit. His hands wrap around your wrists. “D-don’t leave,” he cries out.

You shake your head and take a seat on his lap with your legs dangling off the side. Miguel’s hands find your jaw and he turns your mouth to his. You wrap your fingers in his hair and tug him closer. You let out a content hum as his fangs softly dig into your lips, breaking the skin. The taste of metal fills your mouth, and you pull away to look at him. He sits in your embrace, with red-stained lips and is just as breathless. “Sorry,” he sheepishly says. “I usually have them under control. It’s just you’re in my office and in my clothes. It’s making my head spin a little.”

You laugh at his words and gently pull his hair back. Pressing a wet kiss to his exposed throat you ask, “Miggy, how come we haven’t had sex yet?”

“Honestly?” he lets out a choked moan.

“Honestly,” you hum, licking his jaw.

His hands suddenly grab you by the elbows and spin you around on his lap, so his chest is facing your back. His warm breath hits the nape of your neck. A shiver runs down your spine. “I haven’t fucked you yet because once I’m inside you,” he whispers into your ear, “I’ll never want to be anywhere else. I wouldn’t want to eat, sleep, work, or be Spider-Man. I think I’ll just want to stay buried in you all the time.”

“Miguel,” you moan, clutching your thighs together.

“Tsk-tsk,” he clicks his tongue. “Don’t hide from me.”

His large hand slips between your thighs and pushes your legs apart. He turns the chair around until you’re both facing his work desk. “Up,” he commands, slapping the side of your thighs.

You gingerly obey and place your bare feet on the edge of his desk. His hands slip under your shirt, and he fumbles with the knot. Impatient with the knots, he uses a sharp claw to cut through the drawstring. Your breath hitches as he pushes the loose shorts down your legs and off your feet. He wraps his fingers behind your knees and draws your legs apart. He puts his chin over your shoulder and bunches your shirt up to get a good look at your pink underwear. “Baby,” he coos. “You gotta’ let me have this once we are done. A little souvenir for when I’m away.”

Your stomach tightens at his suggestion. You glance at him and then the office door,. “Someone will see us,” you nervously gulp.

“You let me worry about that,” he says and presses a kiss to the side of your forehead, “and just relax. I’m not gonna’ let anyone else see my girl spread out like this.”

He runs his knuckles down your bare stomach and across the clothed cunt. Electricity shoots up your body and you almost curl up in his arms. Miguel’s fingertips find a quickly dampening spot on the fabric. “Huh,” he huffs. “Is this me or rainwater?”

You cry, arching into his touch.

“I guess it’s just me,” he grins against your shoulder.

He slides your underwear off your legs and tosses it on the table. It lands on a pile of paperwork you had put aside from him earlier in the week. Miguel stops breathing at the sight of your glistening, swollen pussy. A loud moan escapes your throat as his fingers part your folds and glide back and forth. You were sure that the security guards patrolling this floor would have heard you down the hallway. You almost miss his question over the sensations of pleasure spreading through your body.

“Do you want my finger inside you?”

You nod against his cheek and reach behind to clutch a fistful of his hair to brace for impact. He lowers his down until his thick, middle digit is nudging your opening. You must have been soaking his thighs with how easily his digit sinks inside. You bit your lip harshly to contain the sounds threatening to escape your mouth. It’s your turn to hold your breath when Miguel’s other hand begins to stroke your clit. Once, twice, thrice.

When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. “You clench around my finger every time I flick your clit.”

Not that you needed proof, but Miguel does it again and you shake with pleasure. “See?” he gasps, and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss.

He he pulls back to hold your eyes and you breathe his shaky breaths in. You close your eyes and imagine how it would look to hold his hard cock in your hands while he played with your pussy. He tears you away from your fantasy by hooking his fingers inside on an angle. You almost arch completely off his lap. He moves his free hand away from your clit and presses you back into him. His hard bulge pressed into your ass.

“Here?” Miguel moans and licks your lips. “Tell me where? Right here? Ah, here.”

His fingers find that spot again and he massages his fingers against it. You nod furiously and my hands move to claw forearms. He softly bites your shoulder in retaliation and his free hand resumes working against your clit, picking up rhythm. “Can I put another finger inside?” he asks, breathing hard. “I promise it will feel good.”

“Oh-kay,” you gasp, rocking your hips on his hand.

His index finger slithers into your pussy, and you forget how to speak. You begin to twist and turn in his lap. He pulls away from your clit to press down hard against your stomach so he can keep you in place. You slide your ass over his crotch with every movement of his fingers.

“Mig-Mig-Mig,” you pant, moving your hips to his set rhythm.

“Good? I bet that feels so good.”

“Gah—”

He presses soft kisses onto your cheek as you sink into his arms. You begin to tighten further around him. You realize that this is exactly how you always want to be—full of Miguel’s fingers, touch, and love. His tongue slips into your mouth as his fingers begin curling into you faster. Your moans and groans echo through the office. His left hand leaves your stomach and reaches for your clit again. It takes seven swipes, one for each day he left you alone, for you to seize around his finger. His mouth never leaves yours as he drinks all of your pleasurable cries.

Slowly, the current leaves your body and you’re able to take in your surround. Your cheeks burn with realization. Miguel had just fingered you open on his desk at your workplace. The very same desk you set up for him every morning. Your fingers slide up to his hair and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Don’t be shy now,” he chuckles, “One day I’ll fuck you all over this office, nena.”

You shriek and lightly slap his arm. Miguel gently slides his fingers out of your cunt, eliciting a soft groan, and brings his to his mouth.

He hums with eyes closed at the taste. “You taste so good,” he mumbles around his fingers.

“Ugh,” Lyla gags at a distance. “Be glad I activated noise cancellation.”

A/N: Thoughts?

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Welsh Vocab 1 - Geirfa Cymraeg 1

[Plain text: Welsh Vocab 1 - Geirfa Cymraeg 1. End PT.]

Before I start, I would like to specify that all these posts are in a South Wales dialect of Welsh.

The Welsh Alphabet - Y Wyddor Cymraeg

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a, b, c, ch, d, dd, e, f, ff, g, ng, h, i, j, l, ll, m, n, o, p, r, rh, s, t, th, u, w, y

Greetings - Cyfarchion

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Shwmae/Helô - Hello

Bore da - Good morning

Prynhawn da - Good afternoon

Noswaith dda - Good evening

Nos da - Good night

Sut wyt ti? / Sut dych chi? - How are you? (Note - "ti" is the informal & singular you, "chi" is the formal & plural you)

Croeso - Welcome

Hwyl/Hwyl fawr - Goodbye

Pronoun sentence starters

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Dw i'n - I am

Rwyt ti'n - you are (Informal/singular)

Mae e'n - he is

Mae hi'n - she is

Mae nhw'n - they are

Rydych chi'n - you are (Formal/plural)

Dyn ni'n - we are

(Rydych chi'n can be shortened to dych chi'n, Rwyt ti'n often becomes just ti'n. Dw i'n is technically Rydw i'n but is often shortened)

Days of the week - Dyddiad yr Wythnos

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Dydd Llun - Monday

Dydd Mawrth - Tuesday

Dydd Mercher - Wednesday

Dydd Iau - Thursday

Dydd Gwener - Friday

Dydd Sadwrn - Saturday

Dydd Sul - Sunday

for nights, "nos" would replace "dydd", so Monday night would be Nos Llun. (This mutates for Gwener - i.e. Nos Wener rather than Nos Gwener)

Months - Mis

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Ionawr - January

Chwefror - February

Mawrth - March

Ebrill - April

Mai - May

Mehefin - June

Gorffenaf - July

Awst - August

Medi - September

Hydref - October

Tachwedd - November

Rhagfyr - December

(Mawrth being March and Dydd Mawrth being Tuesday is I think because Mawrth is also the word for Mars, as in the planet. So the month and the day are named for the planet.)

Other Essentials

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Diolch - Thank you

Plîs / os gwelwch yn dda - Please (Os gwelwch yn dda literally translates to "if you see fit", so it's more of an "if you please" and is a more polite/formal version.)

Diolch yn fawr - Thank you very much (Literally "big thank you")

Esgusodwch fi - Excuse me

Mae'n flin da fi - Sorry (Fully - mae'n flin gyda fi, literally - Sorry is with me, however "flin" on its own does not really translate to sorry)

Weather - Y Tywydd

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The weather is feminine so "it is" for weather is usually "mae hi'n", but this can be shortened to "mae'n".

Mae'n.... - It is....

.... bwrw glaw/eira/cesau - .... raining/snowing/hailing

.... heulog - .... sunny

.... braf - .... fine

.... stormus - .... stormy

.... wyntog - .... windy

.... gymylog - .... cloudy (Gymylog is the mutated form of Cymylog - it mutates because mae hi'n is feminine)

.... oer - .... cold

.... boeth - .... hot

Heddiw means today, so "it is sunny today" would be "Mae'n heulog heddiw)

That's all for this post, I'm not listing vocabulary in any particular order, I am quite literally just dumping vocab off the top of my head until the post seems long enough. There are nuances and exceptions that I don't really know how to convey in some circumstances, because to me they seem natural since to some extent as I was raised surrounded by the Welsh language. These posts weren't intended for people to learn Welsh from, but if you're already learning and have other resources for grammar, mutations, pronunciation, etc. these may be helpful. Anyway, unnecessarily long disclaimer over.

[caramelmochacrow]

um. *taps mic* hello other yukaeso fans... uhhhh im planning a yukaeso week and i kind of need help with what sounds good and planning things (please help me...)

(put a cut bc im talking a lot and dont want to disturb people)

i originally wanted it to go from when peaky stormy story began (stormy link) and the event went from september 17 to 26. problem is the 17th is in the middle of the week. i could make it start from the 15th to the 21st or the 22nd to the 28th but they only stay in the event's runthrough for only five days.

another thing i could do (similar to naru//mitsu or sayo//tsugu) is use yuka and esora's full names with numeric substitution so i can figure out the first day of the week (here we go--)

9 in japan is sometimes pronounced as 'kyu' so it can make up the 'yu' of yuka. 5 in japan is pronounced as 'go' or 'ka' sometimes as well so yuka's name would be '95' or 'kyu-ka'. for her last name, it would be 335 or 'sa-sa-go'.

the english transliteration of 8 in japanese is 'eito', the closest thing i can get to 'eso'. 6 covers the other part of esora since it can also be read as ra. so her first name would be 86 or 'eito-ra'. (<- im stretching this i think) for her last name it would be 43 or 'shi-mittsu'. (shimizu)

so with all of these facts, the week can start at 9/8 (kyu-eito or yu[ka]eso) or 8/9 (eito-kyu or esoyu[ka]) if you want to go for their first names. for their last names (i think going for this is a bad idea to be honest with you) it would start at '3/4' (sa[sa]-shi), 4/5 (shi-go) or 3/3 (sa[sa]-mittsu).

the only dates that go on sunday is 9/8 and 3/3. if you want to go for monday, it would be 3/4 only. so, to me, it would be best to start at one of the sunday ones.

another fact i'd like to tell is the fact that esora's birthday is 9/9 so one of the prompts could be 'birthday'. (problem tho is that idk what to prompt i would pair it with)

also, speaking of prompts, ive already decided a 2 prompt pairs. (haven't decided what days they'll be or if theyre good)

summer and winter (summer bc of how summer-y these two are and winter bc of christmas being the important day of peaky)

ao to natsu and fuwafuwa time (solo covers about love, the first one being someone deciding to seek out the love they want while the other is them not knowing how to go about getting their love)

im not sure what. uh. stuff to pair up and also what would be good prompts (im not good at that....) so. yeah. that's all ive got.

the last day, i know, is gonna be a free day. so. i p much dont know what to do. im stuck. pls help.

[cmesinic]

During my busy day, I did noticed the worst of the worst Senators spoke to the press in front of the Courthouse.

[jasonstiff]

It was a stormy night in northern California, but we have brighter and quieter weather... for now. Don't get used to it! Heavier rain and snow with more wind overnight, Monday and Tuesday! . . . . . #California #Chico #Redding #NorCal #sun #bluesky #clouds #rain #snow #wind #flooding #flood #atmosphericriver #Sunday #Monday #Tuesday #winter #weather (at Chico, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnKcRT1vTKl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[aradxan]

Stormy Monday by Stan Smucker Finally, some stormy weather on the Big Sur Coast. Glad to see the rain clouds and hopefully there will be more on the way to this drought-stricken land. On that note, have a nice weekend everybody! https://flic.kr/p/2o6hZAB

[fuckupguitarist1039]

Man, I love Summer

"You made it. You’re done.” She smiled proudly. It felt like only last Monday me and my best friend were sat on his bed doing our first ever set of notes. We’d walked to get pizza in the blistering summer sun that burnt us both before we had made it through to cool air conditioned doors. The Quick Check a few doors down scolded our volume as we wandered in in search of drinks full of artificial colors, flavors, and sugars. I only drank regular Coke with you. And on the days I missed you and needed some sense of proximity, found in the taste of summertime adventures through the woods and long days at the beach. We’d infiltrate the Starbucks drive through before the gym and go again for a second round after a horribly shitty work out. We’d rinse off in the ocean and let the comforting waves heal our sore muscles. Sunscreen was unheard of as we rode skateboards down the side streets behind your house. Debating using the hot tub, deciding it was too hot. Laying on the deck and spending time with your sisters. Still walking to the convenience store in the rain, no umbrellas accompanied. Making beaded bracelets at four in the morning, we were so tired we kept dropping our almost completed star shapes off the side of the bed. Gossiping about who we saw on their bikes while out and about ourselves, hardly acknowledging they were most likely speaking similarly about us in their own bedroom. 

Spending hours on Facebook Marketplace, looking for cheap cars to fix and free plywood to fix the roof of our fort that had caved in through hurricane season. On the super stormy nights we piled all the blankets on the couch and took shots while watching scary movies, letting the thunder add to the suspense. We baked Christmas cookies in August, except we ate all of the batter raw before the oven was done preheating. Sneaking out of your sliding glass door at exactly 2:03, treading lightly across the wet deck without shoes on to avoid making any noise, the wet socks were worth your parents continued sleep. Speeding down the highway with the top down, hitting 120 MPH for the first time in my own car. We were late to a concert. I drove an hour in 35 minutes. The sun made your light hair even lighter and you helped me re-dye the back of my hair to the natural looking black I struggled to keep it in my never ending war against the heat waves and salt water. Getting lost on the way to dinner, your sister laughed at me while I made a U-turn in front of a sign inscripted “no u-turns”. 

Purple Monster Energy and amusement park lines. We only bothered spending the money when there wasn’t a town fair within 5o miles. Taking day trips and following road maps. Blowing up excessive amounts of balloons and putting dish soap on our slip and slide. Driving past our friends’ houses when we couldn’t find anything better to do, hoping to pick up some other accomplices with fresh ideas. Cramming 9 people into the back of my convertible on the way to Applebees. The top stayed up ICOC, in case of cops. Avoiding our Summer work and pretending I won’t be committed to college the same time next year. Dinners at bars, hoping someone would accidentally serve us a drink. Mostly we drank Coke and ate soft pretzels, but there was a valiant attempt. Doodling on each other whenever we came across markers in the art supply store. Mcdonalds runs and Target trips. Wandering around Food Town and sitting on top of the old Shoprite. K Street and Exxon, B and P as a back up. Air fresheners in my car just in case anyone got nosy. Ice cream and long walks from Main Street to the boardwalk. Complaining about kids at Jenkinsons, still waiting in the long lines. He listened for hours while I reminisced about a 5 minute conversation with my hopeless situationship. Walking through the mall on days too rainy to walk down the road. 

I got to be a teenager. Something many don’t have the pleasure of. I wasn’t ready to give it up. No, I still don’t think I am. I’ll lie about my age and stay forever 15, hell, I could pass for 12 if I tried. But today, our psychology teacher said,  “That's it! Those are the last notes you’ll ever have to take in high school!” with a bitter sweet smile on her face. My heart sank, and I looked over to you. One more summer, I pleaded with God. One more to make me feel alive. So for the love of all summer days and the late night heat wave haze, let me be a teenager, just a little longer. A little longer, just with him.

[karaoketracks]

Stormy Monday Blues by Bobby Bland Custom Mix Backing Track

[worldwright]

Good evening ! I can't promise I can make it every day for noon to you, and it's around June for us when we change time iirc so eh

I am fucking exhausted, I just want to crawl in my bed and never see the light again until Monday but alas

I have the apartment visit tomorrow at fucking noon, and my podiatrist appointment friday so there's only thursday when I'll just s l e e p

The movie about Ravel was good, but damn being in a theater does no good for my knees. We were only two young surrounded by grandpas and grandmas, 'was weird but funny

I'm trying to get A. to go and take a shower for us because, yeah, we need that not to be under our hoodie tomorrow for the whole visit (urgh, greasy hair), but I fucking understand if she doesn't wanna

And I still need to eat but there's fucking nothing to eat easily in that fucking house, not even fucking bread so water it'll be, or tea with a bit of sugar if we have any remaining spoon after the shower

Have a wonderful morning my friend !

good morning!! I am also exhausted!! (((: I just slept terribly for whatever reason. part of it might have been dehydration (I can NOT sleep well if I'm thirsty) but it was stormy outside and that usually puts me right to sleep so idk

I'm finding that I always want to go do things Only when I'm overstimulated and overwhelmed. which is very annoying. I'll be jumping at cars passing, with mask on and hood up and noise canceling headphones on, ready to peel off my skin if I brush into someone, and think "I should go to the botanical garden :) and then I can go thrifting!!" bitch go home. and why can't you want to do stuff when you're capable of reacting to your surroundings like a normal person. anyway I was full of whimsy and uninsulated electrical wires after my library visit yesterday and had to force myself not to go get an orange at the market

I'm going to make a pie tonight! hopefully. my work is gonna have a pie day on not-quite-pi-day tomorrow, so I'm gonna try to make a nectarine pie. I hope they're ripe enough

hope you manage to get showered!! it really does feel great afterwards :3

have a wonderful evening, friend!!

[peterbromley]

FOT YOUR CONTEMPLATION May the Light of awareness-self knowledge-dissolve the clouds that impede your way. May you trust that that Light is ever present even in the darkest moments of stormy seas. May you illumine us all with who you really are, and not just who you think you are. Because we all deserve that blessing. May we know this is not an esoteric post but a metaphor to meditate upon. Nature is such an ever present, great and helpful guide. And when we’re stuck, may we become unstuck simply by recalling these images of nature, self and sun. This is a way to peace, self worth, contribution, success. Peter Bromley Work in progress . . . . . #lobsterfishing #march #mondaymorning #monday #mondaymotivation #shotoniphone #naturephotography #ocean #atlanticocean #peace #peaceofmind #success #culture #peggyscove #eastdover #vedanta #highperformance #novascotia #sun #fishingboat #bethechange #mentalhealth #ptsd #meditation #freedom (at East Dover, Nova Scotia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpumz0EOLl8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[deanomueller]

Overlooking the Fontenoy Apt. Building on a stormy Monday from the kitchen! The Chateau-style Fontenoy was built in 1928 by designer Leland Bryant at the beginning of the Depression. Celebrities Johnny Depp and Nicholas Cage have both lived at the Fontenoy. Another notable resident was Crispin Glover who lived in its penthouse with collections of lizards and bats! • • • • • • • • #deanomuellerstudio #fontenoylechâteau #hollywood #stormyweather #stormymonday #stormyclouds #batsandlizards (at Fontenoy Apts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CngLVrrL24S/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[chasingcrystal]

Happy Monday y’all! How was your weekend? 😺 Did anyone do a rain ride like I did? If so, I feel you…🌧 Here we are at the Cullen Viaduct in Cullen, Scotland! Imagine you’re exhausted, cold, tired and hungry and you see this giant bridge in the distance. My eyes got so big seeing this mega structure that it reenergized me to finish the day 🏍 The Cullen Viaduct was built from 1884-1886 and was a railway that connected Portsoy and Elgin. Some parts of it are still in use today! If I can push through this stormy weather, so can you! 💪 #chasingcrystal #scotlandroadtrip #scotlandbeauty #cullen #cullenviaduct #ne250 #nx250 #mototour #mototouring (at Cullen) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnfuzwvPlyS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[steve0620]

Oct. 27, 2022 横浜Thumbs Up 住友 俊洋/Duane Allman Tribute Live 2022 Altman Brothers Band 松川 純一郎(Gu,Vo) 中野 新哉(Gu) 小野秀夫(Dr) 岡井大二(Dr) Takashi Hamayan Miyakawa(Key) 尾形 慶次郎(Ba) 丹菊 正和(Per) 山本 義大(Gu) 佐藤 克彦(Lap Steel) Statesboro Blues Don’t Keep Me Wondering Black Hearted Woman Stormy Monday In Memory of Elizabeth Reed One Way Out Southbound #toshihirosumitomo #duaneallman #thumbsup (Thumbsup) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkO8DkGhm0iv3jHE-Mizsy7sVWU5ua8fluP5Fw0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[whatdoesshedotothem]

1836 Oct[obe]r Thurs[day] 13

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No kiss ver[y] windy, rainy stormy morn[in]g, F[ahrenheit] 47° at 8 20/.. a.m. mak[in]g out list of ten[an]ts

etc. for gloves and bisc[ui]ts etc. till br[eak]f[a]st at 9 1/4 to 10 - A- [Ann] r[ea]d Fr[en]ch – ca[me] upst[ai]rs at 10 – fr[om]

then to 1 1/2 look[in]g for the pap[e]rs respect[in]g my uncle L-‘s [Lister] fun[era]l and mak[in]g out list of bearers etc. etc.

h[a]d just finish[e]d the 1st cop[y] when Mr. Duncan’s son ca[me] at 1 1/2 – ga[ve] h[i]m my rough sh[ee]t - to be s[e]nt

b[a]ck tonight – fr[om] 2 to 4 h[a]d Mr. Harper – settl[e]d ab[ou]t the East tow[e]r of w[hi]ch I am to ha[ve] an est[a]te

Carr ha[ve] the mill up in 4 m[on]ths by H[alifa]x build[e]r - Booth talks of 12 m[on]ths - this wont do –

tell Mr. Harper to get on as well as he can - do as he likes ab[ou]t Booth as soon as I

get off - will be off as soon as I can – b[u]t can[no]t of 3 w[ee]ks or a m[on]th - the gard[e]n wall to be done

as set out by the gard[ene]r - 9ft. high – lin[e]d w[i]th brick - will cost ab[ou]t 20/. p[e]r runn[in]g y[ar]d –

will ta[ke] (70 y[ar]ds long) ab[ou]t 10000 bricks - the east tow[e]r will ta[ke] 12000 to line it –

H-  [Harper] suggest[e]d it w[oul]d be well to pay the rent of Mr. Husb[an]d’s cott[age] for h[i]m so that he c[oul]d leave this

h[ou]se at a day’s notice - if I put h[i]m no inconv[enien]ce, he will n[o]t want any gr[ea]t addit[io]n to

his salary - coals to be f[ou]nd for the h[ou]se - shall leave the serv[an]ts on board wages - all to

be p[ai]d by Mr. Husb[an]d and all und[e]r his control, - and he und[e]r the control of Mr. Harper - the bank to honour

Mr. Harper’s checks to a fix[e]d am[oun]t - advises the hot[e]l being let bef[ore] beginn[in]g to build the shops –

agreed to - Leave the alterat[io]ns in the h[ou]se to Mr. Harper – ev[er]y room to be made decent –

the pres[en]t kitchen to be the menserv[an]ts sleep[in]g r[oo]m - kitchen to be in the east tow[e]r w[i]th temp[orar]y put-out scull[er]y - if Mr.

Gray does n[o]t co[me] Mr. Harper will order out of doors low terr[a]ce boundary wall to

the west etc. and ma[ke] all tidy - Back Lodge to be done – aft[e]r Mr. Harper w[e]nt a few

min[ute]s w[i]th Rob[er]t Mann + 4 prepar[in]g the r[oa]d (scrap[in]g – spad[in]g off clay read for rubble) for

the fun[era]l process[io]n on Monday – Ingh[a]m and his man and boy n[o]t here today - then walk[e]d w[i]th A- [Ann] in the walk ab[ou]t 3/4 h[ou]r till 5 - then

a few min[ute]s w[i]th Mr. Husb[an]d in the hall ab[ou]t drab-r[oo]m fire-pl[a]ce etc. then w[e]nt to the Lodge

r[oa]d - the gard[ene]r and Hemingway the gard[ene]r fr[om] Wyke and his boy sodd[in]g up and do[in]g up the s[ou]th steep bank

then 10 min[ute]s at the Lodge to inq[uire] aft[e]r W[illia]m Pollard - poorly – ho[me] at 6 1/2 – dress[e]d – s[e]nt

off my let[ter] writ[ten] and dat[e]d yest[erday] b[u]t forgotten to ‘the Editor of the morn[in]g Herald n°18 Catherine

St[ree]t Strand Lond[on] p[ost]p[ai]d’ and s[e]nt no[te] to ‘Mr. Duncan etc. etc. etc.  H[alifa]x’ din[ner]

at 6 55/.. – coff[ee] upst[ai]rs as us[ua]l - A- [Ann] r[ea]d Fr[en]ch and look[e]d at genealogy maps and I sat read[in]g the encyclop[aedia] of geog[raphy] artic[le]s Switz[erlan]d and Germ[an]y till 9 35/..

then till 10 20/.. wr[ote] the ab[ove] of today - rainy, windy morn[in]g - fair and wind abat[e]d ab[ou]t noon –

fair and finish aft[ernoo]n and ev[enin]g F[ahrenheit] 43 1/2° now at 10 20/.. p.m. Let[ter] tonight 1 3/4 p[ages] comm[o]n pl[a]ce

kind condol[en]ce fr[om] Miss Norcliffe Pet[er]g[a]te York - does n[o]t kno[w] of any serv[an]t like[l]y to suit

us –

[whump-collector]

Movies/shows

All movies/shows on this blog (so far):

Search for the movie/show or use this link and add the tag you're looking for https://whump-collector.tumblr.com/tagged/

I use the tag compilation for posts with gifs from several movies/shows.

#: the 100 - 15 streets - 1899 - 21 - 3:10 to yuma - 90210 - 911

a: agents of shield - the alienist - altered carbon - andor - ariza - around the world in 80 days - arrow - the a-team - avengers: infinity war - awake

b: bad turn worse - die bergretter - big fish - black death - black sails - the blacklist - blindspot - blood & treasure - body guard - bones- the boys - bravo two zero - buried in barstow - burn notice - the fall of sam axe

c: capatain america: civil war - caravaggio - the card counter - centurion - chambers - charmed - the clinic - the control room - cowboy bebop - cowboys and aliens - criminal minds - crimson peak - csi:vegas

d: the da vinci code - da vinci's demons - daredevil - dark - the dark valley - dear john - designated survivor - deutschland 83 - deutschland 86 - deutschland 89 - doctor who - dominion - don't say a word - dragonheart 3: the sorcerer's curse

e: eden lake - enola holmes 2 - the expanse

f: the fall - fantastic beasts: the secrets of dumbledore - fatmagul - fbi - fire country - firefly - the following - fringe

g: general hospital - gladiator - glitch - gotham - gran hotel - grosse pointe blank

h: halo - hanna - hannibal - hawaii five 0 - heaven's burning - helstrom - hercules: the legendary journeys - hitman's wife's bodyguard - horizon line - house of the dragon - how i became a superhero - hudson & rex

i: inside man - iron man

j: jack irish - jessica jones - jesus cries

k: kholop/the serf -killerman - killjoys - kung fu

l: la brea - law & order - legacy - lethal weapon 2 - the level - lie to me - a life less ordinary - the lord of the rings: the return of the king - the lord of the rings: the rings of power - lucifer

m: m*a*s*h* - macgyver (2016) - the man in the high castle - mayans m. c. - the mentalist - merlin - les miserables - moon knight - a mother's instinct - mr. robot - ms. marvel - murdoch mysteries

n: ncis - ncis los angeles - the next three days - no time to die - nypd blue

o: obi-wan kenobi - once upon a time - the order

p: patient zero - patrick melrose - the patriot - peacemaker - pennyworth - pirates of the caribbean: at world's end - pompeii - preacher -prodigal son - the professionals - proof of life - the proposition - the punisher

q: quantico - the quick and the dead

r: the raid: redemption - the recruit - the recruit (2003) - reign - remainder - reservoir dogs - the resident - rizzoli & isles - romeo + juliet - room for rent - roswell new mexico - the ruins

s: salvation - the sandman - savasci - second chance - seventh son - shadow and bone - sharpe's battle - sharpe's challenge - sharpe's eagle - sharpe's honour - sharpe's peril - sherlock - sherlock holmes: a game of shadows - the silencing - skymed - snake eyes - soko köln - spider-man 2 - spider-man: homecoming - spooks - stargate atlantis - stargate sg1 - star trek - star trek: discovery - star wars - star wars: episode vii - the force awakens - station 19 - stormy monday - stranger things - strike back - supernatural

t: tatort - teen wolf - terminator: the sarah connor chronicles - time after time - timeless - the trial - triple frontier

u: the ultimate goal - underworld: rise of the lycans

v: the vampire diaries - virgin river

w: walker - war pigs - warehouse 13 - wedding season - wednesday - werewolf by night - white collar - the white tiger - the winchesters

x: x-men: apocalypse - x-men: dark phoenix

y: young wallander

z: zoo