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aneliwriter · 8 months

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Warnings/ cussing, toxic Miguel, dark Miguel, mafia Miguel, villain Miguel, dark romance!!

18 mature readers!!!

A chapter from my mafia Miguel O’Hara dark romance story

Full story on wattpad username- @alexaaneli

Might be some grammar errors

"Didn't i said you should know me by now!" Miguel shouts and i flinch out of fright.

"M-Miguel, Please don't this, I beg you." I cry but i know it won't help me.

"You betrayed me Vanessa and i don't take betrayal very well." He said calmly.

He takes another step forward as i take one back.

I look behind me as i'm getting closer to edge.

"No." I shake my head, tears running down my face.

"Yes." He nods with a sinister smile.

"M-Miguel please, I-

"Don't!" He shouts again, raising his hands up in the air.

"Don't you fucking lie to me!"

"I didn't betray you!" I scream for my life.

His jaw ticks, As his knuckles turn white.

"Mientes." He snarls.

Translation- Lies

"No, I swear on my life." I breathe out through the tears.

He raises the gun and aims it at me.

"No Miguel!" I cry harder.

"Believe it or not Vanessa, Yo si te quería de verdad." He says with a straight face.

Translation- I really did love you

"Miguel." I whisper his name.

"I-

BANG

2 YEARS EARLIER,

"Vanessa, Please think this through, Mija." My Mother begs, as she follows behind me.

Translation- daughter

"There's no time, They're going to kill him." I say as i make my way to the door.

"This isn't a good idea, Do you know what you're about to do?" She sighed.

"Do you know WHO you're about to ask for help?" She says in disbelief.

Yes

I'm on my way to ask, no BEG my Father's rival for help.

The one and only... Miguel O'Hara.

Mexico's crime boss, the most lethal, dangerous, terrifying mafia man to have ever faced in this earth.

He took over for his Father at the age of 17, when his Father was brutally murdered.

Miguel believes it was my Father who killed him, after they had a fallout.

Since then Miguel has reigned hell with my Father, trying to take over our territories, his throne, his power.

EVERYTHING.

"Papi was friends with Miguel's Stepfather for a very long time, Yes they had a fallout but they looked out for one another, If i can just convince Miguel that Papi wasn't the one who killed him, then maybe he'll help us rescue him." I breathe out.

Miguel's stepfather raised him since he was an infant, he called him his son, to him he was his son.

He loved Miguel very much and when he died... Miguel also died that night and became this Monster that has everyone living in terror.

Miguel is very powerful because he also runs the Irish Mafia, due that Miguel's actual Father, Tyler Stone is the crime boss of his Irish organization.

He is a unstoppable force.

The Cortez family, who currently have my Father, kidnapped. Another family who in this world wants to move up and kill my Father, who is the last of the Old Dons, If he dies there will be a new line.. and that line starts with Miguel. If he FULLY takes over... Mexico will be in ruins... destroyed... We will always live in fear by the presence of Miguel.

"Ese Monstruo would never help your Father." She spits out.

Translation- That Monster

"But maybe he will help me." I sigh.

He has too, I can't lose My Father.. I won't.

"In exchange of what? Have you thought about what you're going to say when he asks what you have to offer him in exchange? That's how Miguel works Vanessa, He'll want something in return." She said sternly.

"I know." I take a deep breath as i open the door.

"I can't just stand and do nothing. Leo is not old enough to help him. He's 16, I'm the oldest, I'm not a son but i'll be dammed if i'll let anyone hurt us." I exhale.

"I need to do this, for you, for Leo... for Papi." I finish my statement with the door closing softly behind me, cutting off my Mother's cries, crying for me to come back.

"Y que tenemos aquí?" One of Miguel's guards licks his lips as he circles around me like a great white shark.

Translation- and what do we have here

"I'm here to see Miguel O'Hara." I try to sound confident.

I'm scared, really scared but i need to help my Father, I love him.

"He didn't call for any more prostitutes tonight?" He arches an eyebrow.

"I'm not a prostitute." I groan internally.

"My name is Vanessa De la Cruz, I-

"De la Cruz? As in Hector De la Cruz?" His face hardens.

I gulp as i slowly nod.

My Father is not really wanted here, so I'm not really wanted here. I just hope i can get a chance to talk to Miguel before his guard shoots me.

"You have 3 seconds to-

"I need to talk to Miguel! I'm not leaving till i talk to him." I stand my ground.

He chuckles as he shakes his head.

"You have entered straight into the wolf's mouth.. What a shame, you seem like a good fuck." He whistles as if he was mourning a loss.

He aims his gun at me. "Ándale , Move." He motions his head for me to walk ahead of him.

Translation- move

I gulp as i walk in front of him, staring at the enormous mansion, I'm about to enter.

The wolf's den

I grunt as i get pushed inside by the guard.

"Miguel!" He shouts.

"He's busy." A guard leans over the stairs.

"Fuck." He curses.

"He's going to chop your pretty little head of for interrupting him with his Putá." He whispers close by my ear.

Translation- slut?

I'll take that chance

"Call him anyways." He sighs.

The guard upstairs chuckles and blesses himself before disappearing to go get Miguel.

I look down trying to tune out the moans and skin flapping that can be heard throughout the house.

"Aww don't tell me you're embarrassed, Princess." He snickers.

The noises stops and we hear the Guard knocking on the door.

"Qué Chingados quieres Güey!" Miguel shouts.

Translation- what the fuck do you want guy?

I get goosebumps to Miguel's scary voice.

"You're needed downstairs jefe, Rafa wants you."

Translation- boss

Miguel opens the door. "Rafa better be dying." His voice sounds stern.

I gulp as i hear him approaching.

My eyes widen when he comes to sight, Only wearing boxers, marching downstairs with a cold stone look.

"Rafa-

Miguel starts to shout but he lays eyes on me and he stops talking.

"A, De la Cruz? In my home? I don't believe this." He chuckles.

"Victoria right?" He smirks as he looks at me up and down.

"N-No, My name is Vanessa." I stutter.

"Hmm, I remember you, you were just a chiquita when i last saw you, I see puberty hit you." He smirks again, making the guard behind me snicker.

Translation- little one

"Cuando años tienes ya?" He checks me out from head to toe.

Translation- how old are you now?

"22." My voice shakes.

The last time he saw me, I was 5 and he was 15, now I'm 22, making him 32.

"Has it been 10 years already? Wow." He whistles.

I slowly nod.

"Well 10 years did you good, Estás pero Chula." He winks at me.

Translation- you are hot or cute

"Not that i'm not happy to have you here, Chula but what are you doing here? Your Father and i aren't exactly on great terms." He chuckles.

"He's been kidnapped by the Cortez Family." I say.

"I know, I heard." He said nonchalantly.

"We need your help." I take a step forward.

He stares at me for a moment before breaking into laughter.

"What?" He laughs.

"Miguel.. My Father didn't kill your dad-

"Stepdad." His face hardens to the mention of his late step- father.

"He didn't kill him, Even though they weren't on speaking terms in the end, they made a pact that they would never come after one another for the families sake."

"And my Father wouldn't have done that to you and your Mother." I say.

"How are you so sure Chula? Because that's what your Daddy told you?" He takes two steps forward.

"Hate to break the news to you, But he lied to you." He says but i shake my head no.

"It's the truth Miguel.. My Father doesn't lie." I say softly.

"Please you have to help me." I say desperately.

"Me? And why is that Chula?" He arches an eyebrow.

He takes another step close to me and we are now inches away from each other.

I hitch a breath to the close proximity.

Now i know why people fear him, Just standing right in front of him is scary.

"Why should I help you?" He says as he looks at me dead in the eyes.

"Our families were once cordial with each other." I say as i dare look into his eyes.

"Still doesn't explain why I should help you." He taunts with a smirk.

"You can have my heritance money, It also comes with the shares of the business, you can have 25 percent more in Alchemax, it's not half but it will be more than what you have now."

35% is better than 10 percent.

"Tempting.. I can't say no to Money.. It is my favorite thing to have.. well second favorite thing, Pussy is always a number one to have." He smiles.

He chuckles when he sees a blush crawls my face.

"Are you really that innocent?" He teases.

"I'll help you." He says and i sigh out of relieve.

"Than-

"But first you answer my question." He puts his hands behind his back.

"O-Okay." I nod.

"Your Father would catch you dead, if he knew you were here and i'm sure your Mother wasn't pleased. So my question is why did you come to me? You could have gone to Gonzalo who is actual friends with him but you didn't. You came to me."

I take a deep breath before answering.

"Because you're more powerful, you're stronger and that's what i need to go up against The Cortez Family.. I need power to get my Father back and you have plenty of power." I say softly.

"Hmm, You're honest, I like that.. and you are correct.. I'm so fucking powerful." He gloats.

"Rafa.. Prepare some men, We're going to war with Cortez." He smiles.

"Simón." He nods before he walks away.

Translation- okay or gotcha

Miguel gives me a smile as we're alone for a moment but then a girl wrapped around in a bed sheet comes down the stairs.

"Miguel, Qué haces? You left me up there.. Who's this?" She mad dogs me.

Translation- what are you doing?

I look away nervously.

"I pay you to pleasure me not to ask dumb questions. Go get changed, You're done for the night." He hands money to her.

She takes it and gives me a dirty look.

"I bet you don't even swallow." She smirks as she walks back up stairs.

I drop my jaw as i didn't see that coming.

Miguel laughs at me. "Ignore her, She's just jealous, you're prettier." He walks past me to go change.

He stops halfway and decided to tease me more.

"Do you?" He arches an eyebrow.

"Do i what?" I arch an eyebrow.

"Do you swallow?" He deadpan.

My face flusters and i try to find words but i stutter, so i just look away, dreading.

"You're a virgin aren't you Vanessa?" He laughs.

I slowly nod, avoiding eye contact.

"He's going to be a lucky son of a bitch." He chuckles all the way to his room.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life.

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nattinatalia · 2 years

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yourusername 🇲🇽 The only team I will obnoxiously cheer on. Mi Mexico lindo y querido ❤️ 🇲🇽

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allaboutyn So this is why urban fell in love she loves soccer too

yourusername I wouldn’t get too excited babes, I love watching here and there, but I suck at playing 😂

urbanwyatt & obnoxious you get 😂🫠

yourusername Leave me alone!!!!!!

y/nandurban Who took these? 🤔

yourusername Mi papi urbanwyatt 🫶🏻

urbanwyatt Tag me next time 🙄😂

randomuser She took him to a Mexican game 😂💀

urbanwyatt It’s just a game 🙄 unless you’re talking about the team then yes.

yourbestiename I hope Urby is ready for all her cussing, all her yelling and her getting mad. I never understood the hype of the game but you 3 are definitely annoying when it comes to soccer. Love y’all though.

yourusername Bitch fuck you 🖕🏻😂

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urbanwyatt My little mami ❤️

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y/nupdates Urban be honest, how different is it from Mexico games from your usual ones?

urbanwyatt 😳 It gets wild here, but like everyone is just vibing, drinking, having a good time and apparently calling each other’s “culeros” 😂 y/n said it’s all love

yourusername You came on a good one because it’s usually more crazy and brutal 🫠

jackharlow Y’all are fake, thanks for the invite

urbanwyatt Your wife said you needed rest and that you had plans with the kids 🤷🏼‍♂️

yourusername Don’t throw my bestie under the bus papi 😂

yourbestiename As much as I love Mexico, and visiting the city, we haven’t traveled with both kids, little man is teething and I didn’t want to stress anyone.

yourbestiename We did have plans though, so I don’t know why he’s acting like he didn’t know.

jackharlow All I’m saying is they didn’t ask me personally.

urbanwyatt Bro are you really getting butt hurt over this?

jackharlow Your girl talks all the time how crazy the game gets over there, so yup I am getting butt hurt.

yourusername Dude, would you have blown off a date that you guys had planned for weeks with the kids? Just to attend a soccer game?

jackharlow NO. NOT EVEN CLOSE.

urbanwyatt Ok so stop making it a big deal and go with your wife and kids before they ditch your ass and feed you to the sharks.

yourusername 😂

#urban wyatt #instagram au #urban wyatt x y/n

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hughes-hischier · 9 months

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Kinda js gonna make this post to say a bit bout me bc I like am active on here and than I disappear 😛‼️

My names Mia’Linn but everyone calls me Mia it’s pronounced like Maya

I grew up watching the penguins with my papi and that’s what kinda got me into hockey

I love track

Track is like my life that’s not on my phone and I’m a sprinter

My birfday is may 28 🧍‍♀️

I also have a big love for Sharks and I don’t know why 😀

Some of my stans (not in order)

Jack - Quinn - Luke Hughes

Nico Hischier

Johnny Beecher

Trevor Zegras

Alex Turcottee

Cole Caufield

Case McCarthy

Rutger McGroarty

Luca - Adam Fantilli

Mark Estapa

Ethan Edwards

Mackie Samoskevich

That’s js some of them

I haven’t rlly written much before so like I probably suck but I promise imma try to get better and I’ll try to post but I can’t focus on one thing at a time for some reason so ill try 😭

I also edit u can follow my tiktok @ beecher.tv I’ll probably follow u back if u tell me u followed me

Some of my favorite artists are probably

- Florida Georgia Line

- Brett Young

- Dan & Shay

- Carrie Underwood

- Morgan Wallen

- Luke Combs

- Luke Bryan

- Taylor Swift

- The Weeknd

- MJ

- Indila

- Fleetwood Mac

- The Neighborhood

- Chase Atlantic

- Wallows

My top songs rn would prob be

1. Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

2. I Hope - Gabby Barrett ft Charlie Puth

3. OTW - Khalid

4. All to myself- Dan & Shay

5. Like I loved you - Brett Young

6. Dernière Danse

7. Tourner Dans Le Vide

I know most of them are country don’t come for me I grew up with that crap 😭

I can speak some French and English

I also watch other sports but hockey will always be 🔛🔝

but I watch

- Football (Steelers , don’t come for me bro pls I grew up with watching them and I couldn’t stop. Some of y’all will literally come for my bloodline so I’m scared)

- Lacrosse ( I don’t rlly have a fav team rn)

- Baseball (Dodgers & Reds)

Ok I might update this later bc this is all I can think of rn so bye

#jack hughes #ethan edwards #mark estapa #trevor zegras #luca fantilli #rutger mcgroarty #johnny beecher #nico hischier #quinn hughes #luke hughes #cole caufield #alex turcotte #mackie samoskevich

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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...What about Felix and Pepa doing roleplay? Or using costumes like Pepa dressing up in a bunny suit for Felix or as a maid or something?

Okay so spoiler for what I decided to do here, because we have ART TO GO WITH IT! Everyone please give a huge thanks to @mswong for contributing to this idea! They haven't read it yet, so hopefully the writing is a pleasant surprise! With that, enjoy! (Two other pictures are after the cut, just thought this one would 'draw' you in ;))

Luisa had just started working at this specific club, and the whole family was very supportive of her. Hell, it was quickly turning into Félix's favorite place. The drinks were nice, the bar food was fatty and greasy and salty (like bar food should be), and he gets to check up on his precious sobrina. She was always 'the sensitive kid' growing up, so everyone was a bit protective of her, even though she could topple mountains with one hand. He got into a seat fairly easily, and took a look around.

This was usually a place for women to love women, but once a week they catered to men, and of course, the guys were total hounds. He remembered when he was like that.

"And what can I get you, niño bonito?"

"Oh I was waiting for my-Pepa?"

Holy shit. His wife was standing right there, dressed in their uniform. She rolled her eyes, a hand on her hip.

"Luisa had to step out for an emergency, so I stepped in for her. I'm lucky they had an outfit in my size."

Félix gave her a look over and whistled. Damn, that leather one piece hugged her frame, those cute bunny ears looked adorable on her head, and those fishnet stockings were just gonna be the death of him, blackness contrasting so nicely with her usually fair skin. He chuckled, making a rotating motion with his finger.

"Hold on, hold on. Twirl for me, let papi get a look at you~"

She tried to make it sound like she was complaining, but her slight smirk betrayed her. She did as he said, keeping it slow so he could take it all in. They even gave her a cotton tail to go on that ass he loved so much. It was like a bow on a present, and he was ready to tear into her.

"Daaaamn mami, who told you to look this good?"

She chuckled, lightly pushing his ever adoring face away from her. He swore her cheeks were just a touch misty.

"Callarse! I'm trying to work here. Now what do you want?"

"I want you to sit on my lap while you take my order."

"I'm not gonna do that."

Félix gestured to the other girls doing just that with other men, grinning smugly.

"Yeah you are. Come here, I know it's your favorite seat."

Pepa tried yet again to look disinterested, but she sat on his knee anyway, wrapping an arm around him to keep herself upright, while he had his hand on the small of her back.

"Alright, I'm here. Ugh, you're liking this."

"Course I am. This was such a nice surprise, seeing my wife look so damn good~...how many men have been looking at you tonight?"

She craned her neck back to allow him to have a few kisses, seeming to love the greedy eyes of others.

"So far? Ten. And you're making them all jealous."

He scanned the room, and sure enough, a number of eyes were on them. He knew why they were excited, the idea of a beautiful woman like her getting just an ounce of pleasure was like throwing fish into shark infested waters. They'd absolutely steal her from him if they could. He chuckled, giving her another kiss, then another, letting his lips trail down to her collarbone. Something about the atmosphere in here just made a man go absolutely nuts.

"Let them be jealous. They want you, but they can't have you, Señorita. You're mine."

She gave him that all too familiar look. Sometimes, when they both went out, they acted like they were strangers to each other, just to get into each other's pants. She LOVED that little game.

"So you say, hombre. But you don't even know my name."

"I'd like to. Here, I'll start. You can call me Papi~"

She laughed at that, lightly shoving his face away by pushing his shoulder.

"You talk too much, has anyone ever told you that?"

"I mean, my lips can do more things, if you're that tired of hearing my voice."

He tried to score himself a kiss, only to have it blocked by the menu she pulled up for him. Ah, she was never easy with him, he loved that in a woman.

"You could use your voice to get your drink. Make it quick."

"You rude to all the customers, or am I just special?"

That face she made meant he was serious. But he knew his wife hated working. He pretended to look confused at the menu, before she scoffed.

"What is it?"

"I have a few questions, about this here. Here, let me help you so you can see what I mean."

He gave her just a bit of a push, making her sit fully on his lap. It was a risky move, but worth it. Not just because he knew Pepa liked bold action, but because she could totally feel his boner as she practically sat on him. He heard that cute little squeak of hers upon realizing it, and he knew he had her. She held onto his thighs, and started to rub her little cotton tail ass against him, trying to be discreet with it.

"I can see why it'd be...hard, for you to understand. Which part confused you?"

He put his chin on her shoulder, acting as if he was just trying to read the menu now in her hands. He was fighting every urge not to buck against her, though he knew even just humping her clothed ass would be enough for him.

"Well you see, I was looking for something specific. Something...sweet. I love sweet things I can just...sink my teeth into."

He kissed at her shoulder, once, twice, and by the third kiss, he used just a slight scraping of his teeth, and that made the poor thing bite her bottom lip.

"Mmm, I like sweet things too. I've always been a fan of chocolate. And lots of it."

He was going to mourn the loss of stimulation when she got up a bit, only to try to cover his mouth in surprise as she un did the botton on his pants. She pulled out his cock, and sat back down, tightening her perfect legs around it. She rubbed her legs together, slowly, sliding her warmth together and smothering his poor cock. Holy shit, she was giving him a thigh job, right here, where anyone could possibly see. He should tell her to stop, but it felt too good for him to see common sense.

"Fucking shit- you're killing Papi here. Please, tell me your name, I want to moan it for you."

She seemed to think about it, before reaching behind her to gently stroke his chin, like he was a dog. She always did that when she was contemplating whether or not she should give him something he clearly wanted.

"Mmm...you go first. I'll see if you're worth my time."

"Señorita, I'm more than worth your time,"

He grabbed the end of her braid, and gave it a sharp tug, making her yelp in delight, before covering her mouth. Oh the mist on her poor cheeks. She could never keep quiet when you pulled that long, pretty hair of hers. He kissed her shoulder again, as if begging for forgiveness.

"But you don't seem like the type of lady who likes to lose, so I'll tell you anyway. I'm Félix."

He didn't know if she clenched her legs tighter to smother his poor cock, or to try to not feel aroused by him. Either way, he was throbbing at this point. The possibility of getting caught, his wife playing a silly little game, and these stupid fucking stockings on those gorgeous legs. Seriously, prettiest legs in the entire Encanto.

"Hmm. Félix~"

She moaned his name for him, and you swore you've never heard a sweeter sound. He nodded, taking her hand to kiss the back of it. Just because he wanted to cum all over her, didn't mean he could forget his manners.

"Si. And that name sounds SO sweet from your pretty lips. I can show you what yours sounds like, if you tell me."

Just because she already won, didn’t mean she'd be so kind. She'd continue to sit there, letting him swear under his breath as those thighs continued to move just right. He bet those stockings would look so good, covered in his cum.

"Well, Félix,"

He watched her in almost fascination as she spit on the cock between her legs, and rubbed it into him, fingers firm against his tip. It took everything in him NOT to thank her and beg her to keep going.

"I'm Pepa. It's nice to meet you."

"Mierda, Pepa,"

He said her name in the most desperate way he could, enough to grant him just a quick glance from those pretty eyes.

"It's SO nice to know the name of such a pretty woman."

He wanted to resist, but was unable. He reached between them, and grabbed her ass. He swore he heard a bolt of thunder somewhere upon her jumping in surprise. He shouldn't expect anything less, Pepa LOVED his hands on her pretty little ass.

"Say, Félix, you need to...use the bathroom, right?"

"...Pepa I'll try a lot of things but piss isn't one of them."

"No, tonto,"

She used her lips to gesture to the bathroom, and it clicked.

"I MEAN, you need me to show you to the bathrooms, right?"

He nodded quickly, immediately interested in the idea of getting some one on one time with the sexiest waitress he's ever seen. Pepa got off of his lap, and led him there by his hand. He tried to put himself away, but Pepa barked at him to leave it. Here he was, being led to the bathroom, dick hanging out. Someone could notice so fucking easily, and his wife would have no shame if he got caught. And god was it sexy. They made it to the bathroom, and as soon as they locked it, he wrapped his arms around Pepa, and pulled her into a kiss.

A kiss that was full of heated breath, of lipgloss that tasted so sweet against his tongue.

"S-should we get a stall?"

"Fuck the stall, I'm taking you here."

She yelped in surprise when he turned her around, and bent her over the sink. He parted the part of the outfit that covered her crotch, and she gasped as he accidentally ripped the fishnets in an effort to feel them further.

"You IDIOT! You ripped my-"

"I'm gonna rip that fucking pussy if you don't start being sweet to me, Pepa."

He was already fucking hard, she was already soaked and bent over. He could finger her, be nice to that pussy, but his cock was taking over, and it decided no more waiting. He squeezed her hips, and slid himself inside of her. He watched her expression in the mirror, and it was like a switch had been flipped inside of her. Suddenly she wasn't so nasty, and met his eyes with a pleading look. One a man just couldn't say no to.

"Félix, por favor, dámelo."

"You want it, Pepi? You got it."

He didn't hold back. He held onto her wrists, her skin warm and the sink cold, even within the quickly steaming room. She was helpless under him, face red, eyes lost in a haze. The empty bathroom made the sound of his thrusts so loud, and he knew she loved it, he could hear the whimpering leave her pretty lips.

"This b-better not be how you tip other waitresses."

He swore she melted as he leaned over her, putting his weight on top of her. She always did like how heavyset he was, it made her feel dominated over, and he wasn't gonna lie and say that totally didn't give him a big head.

"Just the one's that have the most perfect pussy. Just the one's that take me as well as you do. Dios, you're such a tight little bunny, aren't you?"

She didn’t want to like this, because she found this humiliating, but she was adoring it. He could feel it from how weak she was in his arms.

"Eres un pervertido!"

"Oh I'm the pervert? Says the girl who begs when I do this."

He let go of one of her hands, and brought an open palm to her ass. Nothing made a bad girl behave, quite like a good, firm spanking. The sound was so loud in the room, and it unraveled her. She cried out after each one, begging for more and more, till her ass was raw and red with his hand print. It wasn't just her ass that was blissfully suffering. It was her ever sopping wet pussy staining the floor, weak from being stretched by him. Sweat made little strands of hair cling to her pretty face, and she was drooling into the sink in front of her.

"P-please, more, PLEASE!"

"You want it all, don't you? You want Papi to breed that little bunny pussy?"

She nodded eagerly, and Félix's hand moved from her ass, to roughly cupping one of her breasts, before shoving two of his fingers in her pretty little mouth. He could feel her little tongue trying to taste him, her little lips trying to suck on them. How cute. Félix bucked into her, each thrust forcing drops to add to the pile on the floor.

"Shhh. Ya, it's okay. Papi is gonna breed that pussy, and give you so many little bunnies. Keep your eyes open. I want you to see the second I fucking cum inside of you."

He didn't know why, but he was absolutely OBSESSED with this bunny thing. Just the way it hugged her body, the way the ears flopped as she got fucked, the way he could see her cute little cotton tail above the ass he was fucking. Even the way he sank his teeth into the stupid fur in a moment of impulse drove him absolutely crazy. Such a helpless, sweet little bunny, all for him. He came in an instant, practically hissing as his cum poured into her.

It was precious, watching her watch herself get the load she oh so deserved. She loved it, he could tell from the way her pretty eyelids fluttered. But they weren't done. She still had to cum. She was close, on the very brink. So he pulled himself out, let go of her other hand, and stuffed two fingers into her pussy. His cum was still hot inside of her, and the mixture of both of their fluids trickled down his hand.

"Come on. Be a pretty bunny and cum for me. You feel all that cum inside of you, can you imagine all the bunnies you'll have? I'll even give you more if you want. You just,"

His fingers were making her practically scream against the fingers already in her mouth. She was so close, she was practically crying for it.

"Need to cum. Show me you want it. Come on, you hear me fucking that pussy with my fingers. Give it to me. Now."

The sound was fast, loud, wet, only coming to a stop when she finally DID cum. Her cry was muffled against his fingers, but he could see it-he hit just the right spot. And he didn't stop, not until that whimper of overstimulation hit his ears. He pulled all of his fingers away, finally letting the poor thing breathe. She was a mess; still bent over the sink, stockings torn and pussy still leaking with cum, and her face was covered with drool, ruined makeup from her tears. She was a dream. She met his eyes through the mirror, legs a bit too shakey to turn around.

"I...I should take this outfit home."

"You absolutely should. Assume you aren't fired after this."

"Oh Dios-how long have we been in here?"

"About twenty minutes."

They both jumped as some woman came out of one of the stalls, a bit sheepishly. An employee, given her similar attire. Damn women made the bunny thing look good.

"Sorry I uh. Didn't wanna make things awkward. Can I just wash my hands now?"

Félix tried to cover his wife with his frame as he gestured to the other sink. There was an uncomfortable moment where she washed her hands, before she leaned over to look at Pepa.

"You guys an official thing, or is he available?"

"Married, actually."

"Well shoot, I need me a man that can last that fucking long. And don't worry, I won't tell Luisa."

She walked out without too much fanfare, and Félix grinned at her.

"Did I just get hit on by another bunny-"

"That's it, I'm banning you from here."

#not transformers #asks #lemon #i too #would like to be bent over a sink and creampied by Félix #girl got some frosting in that carrot cake-#encanto #seriously thank u bitch this is a DELIGHT

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biographydivider · 2 years

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MILK DAY MILK DAY MILK DAY

Happy holiday, to all who celebrate! Thank you to @breannaaiedail and @missilestorm1 for coming up with this madness - and a happy birthday to @glitternightingale! You are all babes, and I can’t wait to see everyone’s creations. Here’s mine; time for some Bruno and Pepa shenanigans!

“Bruno?”

Bang bang.

“Bruno!”

Bang bang bang.

“Hurry up in there!” Félix called. “I need my hair oils, bro! I can’t go out looking like this.”

Bruno groaned, pulling at the bags under his eyes. “Just a sec, Félix.”

Ugh; what was it about the lighting in bathrooms that made you look so…haggard? “Y’can’t get some ambient lighting in here, Casita?” Bruno grumbled, inspecting the crow’s feet growing at the corners of his eyes. Laugh lines, Julieta called them. Not that he’d done much laughing since the last time he’d had decent access to a mirror. Unless they’d formed in the last few months, since he’d been home? Like, maybe they’d got the jump on him?

“Ayo, Tio!” Camilo piped up, “there’s a line forming here!”

“There’s other bathrooms, Milo,” Bruno yelled, applying the last of the day cream he’d swiped from one of the girls’ bathrooms last week. It was the last remnants of a jar, Pepa wouldn’t miss it. But it didn’t seem to be working, anyway. He still looked every day of his fifty years, and then some. Maybe it only worked for light skin…?

“They’re all being used,” his sobrino said from the hallway; “all the girls are on the rag together –”

“Camilo.”

“What? I can’t say they’re on the rag? Can I say Aunt Flo’s visiting? They’ve got the decorators in? Shark Week? What? Anyway; no other bathrooms, so chop chop, Bruno.”

“Fine! Fine.” Bruno swung the door wide and stamped out, walking past every guy on Pepa’s side of the family, including a desperately scampering Antonio, who barged past his brother and Papi to get to the toilet first. “Knock yourselves out. Storytime in ten, Toñito! ‘member to clean your teeth, too.”

“’kaaaay!”

He’d tried everything he could think of. Chugging water constantly just resulted in him needing to pee every ten minutes. He’d tried being in the sun; being out of the sun; lotions and potions and eating whatever Juli put in front of him (until she found out what he was trying to heal and told him, as gently as she could, that her Gift wasn’t a fountain of youth). Cutting out caffeine? Don’t even think about it. He’d gone for half a morning and then gave in and was all the grumpier and more exhausted for the attempt. It was no use, Bruno just felt…old. Old and ugly. I mean, he’d never felt like a good-looking guy, but now…let’s just say ten years was a long time to not see your reflection in anything more than a banged-up silver tea tray.

Anyway. Family Weirdo Club time. At least the kids made him feel young again. Pepa’s Storytime Rule was that Antonio needed to read a few pages of a Non-Fiction book before Bruno and Mirabel read him a storybook, and so tonight, they were learning about the Ancient Egyptians.

“‘Cleeeeap….Cleop…Cl…’”

“Cleopatra,” Mirabel said, holding a hot water bottle to her belly. “It’s a big word, hombrecito, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, Mira. ‘Clee-oh-patr-ah was a famous Eg…Egyptian Queen. She was also the most bee-you-tee-full woman in the whooole world, because she bathed in milk and honey –‘” Antonio scrunched up his face. “Milk and honey for a bath?! Gross!”

“Sounds like a pretty good drink, though,” Mirabel said with a wince. “Oof, maybe warm, with some cinnamon…owie.” Poor kiddo; her stomach must’ve been killing her.

Antonio beamed up at her. “Juanita can make you some milk!”

Juanita was a cow Antonio had adopted from a farmer in town; apparently, she wanted to see more of the Encanto than just the pasture she was born in. So Antonio had said; Bruno kinda just thought his nephew wanted a pet cow. Mamá had said she could only stay if she ‘pulled her weight’ – and so the entire Madrigal clan were enjoying a glut of cheese, cream, butter and milk, and Juanita got her very own paddock to grow fat in.

Hmmm…milk and honey...

“Tio?”

Bruno was lost in thought; teeth worrying at his bottom lip. I mean; it sounded dumb. But a lot of things did, when you broke them down. Like social situations. Or maths. I mean; it couldn’t be less effective than –

“Bruno!”

“Uhhyyyeeaah, um, uh-huh!” Bruno babbled, grabbing a storybook off Antonio’s shelves. “Yep, yup! Storytime. Don’t worry, kid; all under control. You go relax, heh.”

“If you’re sure…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure. Okay! Toñito! Billy and the Pirates tonight, yeah? Go get comfy…”

About half an hour later, Bruno was standing on a chair in the kitchen, attempting to reach a jar of honey without knocking half the contents of Julieta’s larder to the floor. He’d done some pretty illogical things in his time, but he really didn’t know how to explain this one to the family if he got caught.

C’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon…got it!

Bruno leapt down from the chair, honeypot and spoon in hand. He set both on the counter, took a generous spoonful, and decanted it into a tiny jar he’d found in his room. Screwing the lid shut, he licked the spoon clean, went into the cold larder Juli kept especially for Juanita’s exports and…

Cream. Cheese. Butter. Whey. Curds. Everything but milk. Mirabel must’ve used the last of their supply for her period-pain-remedy. “Seriously?” Bruno growled, letting the larder door swing shut as he spun dramatically, gesturing at no-one. “We own an entire cow, how can there be no –”

Out the kitchen window, he could see Juanita grazing peacefully in her paddock.

No.

No way.

He wasn’t that desperate. Surely, he didn’t feel so old and wrinkly that he would –

…

“Heeeeeeeeyy, Juanita,” Bruno cooed, ducking under the fence into her paddock. “Sooo, I need a favour.” Juanita regarded him with deadpan brown eyes. Bruno approached; hands splayed out in pacification. “You give me, like, two squirts of milk in this lil’ jar, and I get you…I-I dunno, what do cows want?”

Juanita was silent on the matter. She simply chewed her cud as Bruno retrieved the milking stool from her shelter, flicking her tail disdainfully.

“Okay, um. I-I’ll get you…carrots. Carrots! Cows love carrots, right? I know a guy. Girl. Isabela. Getcha all the carrots you…all the carrots you want.” At the sight of her milking stool, Juanita stood in place and let Bruno sidle up to her and sit down. He winced.

“Okay. I can do this. I can do this. How hard can it be? How hard can it…ay, sorry! Sorry Juanita, didn’t mean to pull that hard. Okay…just aim it at the – gross gross gross gross it’s all warm and bleeeeargh –”

Splish-splish.

He’d done it. He’d milked a cow! Look at him go! Bruno Madrigal: Practically A Farmer.

“Thanks, Juanita,” Bruno said, stirring the milk into the honey with his finger as he walked backwards out the pasture. “I owe ya. Let’s keep this between us though, ‘kay? They already think I’m crazy in that house. I mean; I am talking to a cow, I-I guess. But…yeah.” He stuck his finger in his mouth, pulling it out with a pop. Mirabel was right; milk and honey did taste good. He just hoped it worked miracles, too. “G’night!”

Juanita said nothing. Just another night at the Madrigal house. She didn’t even like carrots.

…

“Woah-ho-ho, Brunito!” Felix hooted as his cuñado sauntered down the stairs the next morning. “Looking good, bro!”

“Thanks,” Bruno preened, trying his hair up with a ribbon so he could show off his glow. “I’m aware.”

He laid with the stuff on his face for a good, oh, hour and a half after he went to bed – he clearly couldn’t take up a bathroom for that length of time, not in this house, so he used the milk/honey concoction like a face mask; reading his book and trying not to get strands of hair stuck in the sweet, sticky mess. Trying to keep the rats away had been…interesting. In the end, Bruno had locked them all in their playroom for the night, tossing in a few stale arepas to assuage his guilt. Then, he’d wiped the concoction off, slept like a baby for once and, when he awoke, had the softest, clearest skin he’d had in years. Even the bags under his eyes seemed to be receding; and that was after only one night!

It had worked. It had actually worked!

He swanned around the Encanto for the rest of the day – winking at people of all genders, occasionally patting his face and enjoying how soft it felt – until, just before dinner, Pepa lunged from the shadows and dragged him into the kitchen with a yelp.

“Spill. Now.”

“I don’t know,” Bruno said, tilting his head this way and that, “what you mean, sister dear.”

“Where has this confidence come from?” Pepa crossed her arms, a tiny thundercloud forming above her head. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

Bruno felt himself deflate, just a little. “I…I-I just feel nice today, that’s all. C-can’t I just feel nice?”

“Oh no; I’m not saying you don’t look nice. You look fantastic, it’s infuriating.” Pepa grabbed her brother by the ruana and yanked him close. “Bruno. The other day Señora Guzmán said my face had a lot of character.”

Bruno gasped. “Puta.”

“I will not be judged,” Pepa said through gritted teeth, “by a woman whose son was beaten in a fight by a plant.” She reached up and stroked Bruno’s cheek, eyes burning. “Tell me your secret.”

…

“…you are kidding me.”

A few hours later, Pepa leaned against the fenceposts as Bruno ducked into Juanita’s paddock.

“Pep,” Bruno said, spinning around and putting his feet on the bottom rung of the fence so he was at his sister’s height, cupping her face in his hands. “I love you. I think you’re beautiful just as you are. But if you want this –” he placed his palms under his jawline and posed, skin dewy even in the moonlight – “then y’gotta help me milk the stupid cow, alright?”

Pepa scowled. “…fiiiiiiine.”

Pepa ducked under the fence, making clucking noises with her tongue. “Heeeere, Juanita…that’s a good girl, come on…”

Juanita, however, had other ideas. Being harassed in the middle of the night by two humans with desperation in their eyes had not been part of the deal she’d broached with Antonio. She would not be tugged on and bullied, she just wouldn’t stand for it. And so, as soon as the scraggly-haired male human placed her milking stool at her side and sat down, she moved a few paces, just out of reach. And then again. And again. And then, when the red-haired female one tried to hold her by the halter, Juanita swung her huge head at her middle and knocked her flying. This cow was not in the mood to play two nights in a row.

“Pep, j-just grab her, alright?”

“I am trying, Bruno – if you think it’s so easy, you hold her steady, and I’ll milk her.”

“Fine!”

“Fine! Gimme that stupid stool…”

…

“’Psychosomatic,’”

read Camilo, straddling the dictionary across his legs.

“’Relating to the interaction of the mind and the body.’”

His prima wrestled the huge, leather tome away from him, flicking backwards to the ‘F’s.“‘Folie à deux,’” read Mirabel, her finger raised in the air in a way that reminded Camilo a little too much of their tio, “‘also known as shared psychosis or delusional disorder.’”

They both turned back to the bedroom window; watching as Camilo’s Mami chased a cow around the paddock just outside his window, while their Tio Bruno was basically dragged along the ground, holding onto her halter, yelling ‘think of y’complexion, Pep!’ as his sister stumbled over her skirts in a vain attempt to catch Juanita; a steadily growing wind blowing her hair back from her face, which was frozen in a mask of crazed determination.

“Told you he was being weird out there last night. Now he’s involved her in it, too.”

“At least he’s feeling more confident,” Mirabel offered, leaning on the windowsill. “He deserves that.”

“Yeah, but that gunk doesn’t work,” Camilo scoffed. “It’s all in his head. Frickin’ sunlight and good food’re doing more for his skin than some magic cure.”

“Do you want to go down there and tell them?”

“Pffbt; no.”

“Then we’re agreed; we stay up here, out of sight, and come up with a name for this…” Mirabel winced as Bruno faceplanted in the mud. At least, she hoped it was mud. “…spectacle.”

“Bruno!” Camilo’s Mami shrieked; a crack of lightning punctuating her panic. “Your face! Your beautiful face!”

“…Madrigal Madness?” Camilo offered. Mirabel grinned, offering her fist to be bumped in agreement.

“Madrigal Madness. Definitely.”

#Bruno's opinions on his looks do not reflect those of the author #but you knew that already right?#encantomilkday #encanto milk day #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #la familia madrigal #encanto #pensandpizza

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Wolf and Piranha: Could you please tell us more about your duo together?

Piranha: We are the duo of crazy! Pie fights and messes! Wild and awesome!

Wolf: Haha! The duo of crazy, jeez. While Shark and Piranha have a brotherly bond. I feel like Piranha and I are more like... Father and son. Does that sound weird?

Piranha: Not at all. My father paid no notice to me. You feel like the papi I never had.

Wolf: Ears drop. He almost sheds a tear.

Piranha: You okay Wolfie?

Wolf: Hugs Piranha. You are wonderful and important.

Piranha: So are you, you fuzzy papi. X3

#mr snake #the bad guys #thebadguys #mr wolf #mr piranha #mr shark #ms tarantula #webs #animals #diane foxington #the bad guys dreamworks

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bunnybeeblog · 3 months

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hi, I’m Charlie! or Bunnybee if you like it better 🤎

about me:

little age: 3-5

big age: 24

disabilities: i’m (diagnosed) autistic, i have ocd, clinical depression, an ed, and ptsd. i also suffer from migraines and pots.

caregiver: my husband is my caregiver, has been for years. i call him “papa” or “papi”.

pronouns: any is ok but mostly go by she/her.

i like: bees, sharks, kittens, taylor swift, supernatural, star trek, star wars, harry potter, the lord of the rings, d&d, scary movies and stories, neutral and pastel colours (favs beige and pink), vintage stuff, hello kitty (specially My Melody).

this is a side acc so if i follow it will be from my main (charliescamilla) but you don’t have to follow back that one obvi. 😊

#age regression #agere blog #autistic agere #autistic little #age regressor #agere community #me #agere #fandom agere #agere little #safe agere #sfw agere #actually autistic #actually ocd #sfw little #sfw interaction only #sfw regression #sfw littlespace

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vrnicky · 1 year

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Okay so, I got to work on this for a long time-

Do they want kids or not?

Yes to babies, will have trouble if their partner doesn't want to. Cap/tain, Chief, Black, Edan, Tango, Nicte, Bosco, Allen, Cherry, Sugar, Cappuccino.

Says no but do want deep inside. Miere, Rojo, Shark, Hans, Swing, Farren, Balam, Bliss.

Want kids but can live without them. Papy, Blue, Hator, Loan, Nayer, Cofi, Garo, Lion.

Neutral, can be convinced. Orion, Atlas, Patrone, Max, Morpheo, Wine, Slim, Disco, Vega, Velvet, Nolan.

Real neutral. Sans, Sirius, Zen, Azrael, Deus, Daimon, Astarte, Berry, Lur, Gent, CC, PJ, Vino.

Doesn't want kids but can be convinced. Perseo, Orbit, Bonnie, Clyde, Odiseo, Sargent, Money, Sweet, Aloe, Lemon, Lime.

No to babies, will have trouble if their partner wants them. Meteor, Gorilla, Angelus, Devonte, Butcher, Twister, Regga, Caramel, Carrot, Lupin, Cempa/súchil, Himero, Eros.

NOTE: the no to babies guys can have kids with a long term relationship! It's just about communication with their partner.

Extra:

Will have trouble having kids due to magic problems. Azrael, Deus, Astarte, Daimon, Max, Money, Odiseo, Nayer, Loan, Orbit, Eros, Himero, Meteor,

Can't have kids (weak magic). Zen, Morpheo, Angelus, Hator.

#taco writes!#just a chillin' taco #undertale #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale au #tons of aus #worldbuilding!#Undertale aus

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cherrygummycandy · 2 years

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Sweet Confessions

Shark x Reader

Heading into the hideouts kitchen/dining room, you could immediately see that Shark and Piranha were up to something. They were giggling like a group of fourth graders, over something in a shopping bag. "What's up, guys?" You ask, pulling out a chair at the table and sitting down. "Webs took us to this family-owned market downtown, and they had a bunch of cool aperitivos!" Piranha exclaims happily. You tilt your head, slightly confused. "Uhh, it means snacks." Shark translates, and you nod.

"Sweet, what did y'all pick up?" You ask, beginning to go through the bag. "Uh, we got a soda called Ramune, some Shrimp crackers, and some Pocky." Shark says. You nod, popping open one of the sodas. "HUUHUH WE CAN DO THE POCKY GAME!" Piranha exclaims happily. "The what?" You ask. Piranha jumps up onto the table and begins explaining the game, hands waving the wolf time. "Webs got me hooked on these k-dramas, there like Telenovelas, but all the actors are Korean." He exclaims. You only nod, waiting for him to go on. "In the most recent episode of 'Our journey to romance', Chae-Wong confesses to her crush via the Pocky game. That's when two people eat from different sides of the Pocky, until one chickens out, or they kiss!" Piranha says, falling over dramatically. You only laugh at his antics, and shake your head. "That game sounds stupid as hell." You say, trying not to blush at the idea of playing. "Yeah, I just want to eat the snacks, bro." Shark says, about to drop the entire box in his mouth, with Piranha scoffs. "What?" Shark says, frowning and looking at him. "That's just 'cause you're a coward, papi." Piranha says, crossing his arms. "I ain't no coward!" Shark says, clearly growing annoyed. "It's not my fault you can't handle it." He says. "He doesn't know what to do, since he gets no bitches." Piranha says, fake whispering to you. You giggle, before Shark grabs one of the small, colorful snack sticks, and sticks it in your mouth. He chomps on it before you can even get a bite. He lips get to yours, and he kisses you briefly, before turning to Piranha. "HA! I AIN'T A COWARD!" He exclaims, while Piranha laughs his ass off at the bright scarlet look on your face. While Shark continues to boast, you only shuffle away, not sure how to handle the conflicting feelings. A part of you is elated, happy that you got to have your first kiss with someone you like, but another part of you feels horrible. Did he only see it as a game? Did he kiss you just to prove a point. You shake your head, and try to suppress the feeling. What you couldn't know, is that Shark's red face was not from his loud, angry yelling and shaking of piranha, but rather from the feeling of kissing you.

It isn't for a while before he turns to speak to you, only to realize you're gone. "Are they gone?" He mumbles to himself, face falling. "Geez, you better go figure out what's wrong, bro." Piranha says, his face stuffed with the other snacks from the store.

Later that night, your sat in your room, attempting to mindlessly distract yourself with various tasks, like painting your nails and checking on your Tamagotchi pet, Hector. You perk up at the knock on your door. "Come on in!" You call over your shoulder, back not facing the door. You regret your decision when the door is loudly opened, the steps only heavy enough to be Sharks. "Oh, uh, hey Shark. You and Piranha eat all the snacks already?" You chuckle awkwardly, unable to meet his eye. "Nah, piranha got to most of them before me." SHark rubs the back of his neck. "About earlier..." He trails off. "Yeah, you really showed Piranha." You say, and he looks up. "Oh, so, it's cool then? You kinda disappeared after." He isn't sure if he should explain or apologize. "No, I just... It was unexpected? I hadn't ever, uh..." You trail off. His eyes widen "Wait, I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" He says, hands out in front of him. "No, I'm not mad. I guess I just didn't think my first kiss would be because of a game? I thought it would be with someone who's like, into me, y'know?" You say, sighing. Shark seems to think, "Well I mean, I, I'm not NOT into you..." He says, avoiding eye contact. You look up, before swallowing nervously. "Well, I'm not NOT into you either." You say. He looks up, before a bright, toothy grin covers his face. "So... you want to buy some more of the snacks Piranha ate?" he suggests. You smile. "I'd like that."

#cartoon x reader #x reader #bad guys #bad guys 2022 #mr shark #mr piranha #the bad guys x reader #the bad guys 2022 #the bad guys

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shinyportalsandthings · 1 year

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FANCY♥️💙

Do you have any pieces or scenes from your writing that you’re really proud of? Tell us why too!

SENDING YOU LOVE AND HUGS♥️🫂♥️🫂♥️🫂

Oh my goodness! Well, oof, it's funny to go back and reread when I've written!

I wrote a Star Wars Fallen Jedi Inquisitor!Cal Kestis x Reader in which Reader was adopted by two male Naotolians - the squid-tentacle head aliens. I liked how they turned out (one assassin and one thief) and they're also complete little shits. Here are the Dads, having met reformed Cal near the end:

They pulled back and clapped him on the shoulders. “We shall find you a suitable vocation for the time being if you find the idea agreeable. We could use someone of your…unique talents.” Papi favored him with a toothy grin.

“I…yes. Yes, that’s uhh, agreeable.” You’d never seen him so unsure. It was cute.

Papa nodded curtly. “It is settled, then. Let’s go, Jekken, I suspect they yet have much to discuss.”

“Ah, discuss, yes, of course.” Another shark-like grin.

If you could have died from embarrassment, you would have dropped right then and there. “Can you two just…not? Oof, get out, both of you.” You planted a hand on each back and hurried them to the door.

“We’ll get things settled,” Papi said between chuckles, “and contact you soon. Stay put for now.”

“Yeah, yeah, go.” You closed the door and scrubbed a hand over your face. “Jeez. Dads.”

2. and there's a scene in a Fallout 4 Vulpes Inculta x Reader story I wrote. Vulpes isn't a nice person, but he's justified here. I had fun writing his uhhh calculating violent side (warning: BLOOD). For context, a recruit was curious about the woman Vulpes had in his tent and the recruit's intent was not good:

The recruit swallowed hard, eyes closing. Beads of sweat inched down his temple. “Yes? Yes, Master Inculta?”

“I’m feeling generous, so you get to pick. Your ear, your eye, or your cock. Which one will it be?”

“My-…my?” He said it like he couldn’t understand the choices.

“Ear, eye, or cock. If you don’t tell me in two seconds, I will choose for you.” He started to lower the blade, indicating his likely choice.

“Ear!” he blurted out.

With that, the knife slipped upwards in a harsh stroke; red spurted out and the recruit let out a loud yeowl.

Vulpes lowered the knife and bent over to pick up the ear, which he then held out. The recruit took it with a shaking hand, the other covering his earless side. Blood seeped between his fingers, dribbled over them. “Now,” Vulpes said, “I want you to put this in the privy. I’ll know if you don’t. And let this be a lesson to you and any others who would enter my tent without permission. Only Caesar himself may enter here. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Master Inc-Inculta! Yes!” He turned and ran through the tent flaps, not even bothering to push them aside.

#you absolute sweetie :D #fanfiction funsies

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the-amalgam-house · 9 months

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Fuck the fucking thoughts! The last memories I have of my dad pre-addiction pre-anger explosions were literally worn I was SIX years old... he became a cop with I was 8, I have no idea where 7 went, and he started drinking and being incredibly angry and just.

He'd been that way ever since. I know it's PTSD. It manifests in anger and alcoholism. Even now he has so much trouble keeping away, even if overall he's softened on the after part.

My brother never really got to see him without the drink and without the anger. His whole entire self aware life had just been that version of Papi. He never got to see the man I knew. There's still a good bit of that man in there and you can see it in his tender/sober/stable moments. He loves children and he's always had this sense of pride and being self sufficient. But my siblings never really got to see the non angry man that was our dad. I was old enough to remember.

The drinking poisoned him...or, well, the police force maybe did it first. Idk. He hurt us so much, and honestly I can only be but so mad at him now, knowing that he himself was hurting. Hurt people hurt people after all. And you can never again be a previous version of yourself, so there's no real use in wishing there was. It's just grief that keeps coming back, over and over again.

I can remember him setting up a little treasure nap game in the back yard. Michael was in a carrier and Nina and I were given a hand drawn map to figure out where the hidden items were. I remember Papi going outside in the cold when I couldn't just to build a snowman while I watched in the window. He'd throw snowballs at that window to make me laugh. I remember when he helped me to not be afraid of the sharks in the aquarium by carrying me and holding close while we got closer, and realized the glass was keeping us safe. That Papi would keep me safe from the sharks. He did the same with me for thunder storms, tho I was too young to remember that one.

I remember how utterly severely upset I was when he had to go back to NY for 2 weeks after we moved to VA. I felt like I would never see him again. Probably the second most traumatic thing I'd faced in my life up to that point, the first being invasive and painful allergy testing when I was...idk, like 5. I remember him when he was initially softened by having kids. That was probably roughly the last time I remember all of us being as close to completely happy as I was able to comprehend.

I remember the time he and Mami got into one of their many screaming matches. Mami was made to walk outside, Papi locked the door. Mami banged on the door for what seemed like forever, and I went out of my room to try to help. But Papi was still awake, and threatened to hit me off I didn't go back to bed. I froze in fear, until he gave in and told me to open the front door. Mami had to hide her anger and sadness when it was me who opened the door and not him.

I remember calling for his help when Mikey was hitting me. I was crying already and Papi was the only adult in the house, but he was sleeping. 12 and 14 hour shifts as an officer, and the rule was not to wake him up. But who else could I have cried to for help? So he woke up, hit me with a belt for waking him up, then hit my brother 5 or 6 times for hitting me. Mikey doesn't remember it, but for me it's clear as day.

I remember Papi completely trashing our room (Nina and I shared a room our whole life then), just because we didn't clean it like ye wanted. My cute hand made candles had been crushed under the bookshelf they had been decorating just outside the bedroom, now sitting in a heap in the middle of the floor. Michael said it happened twice, but I only remember once.

I remember the times he would punch walks, Break Michael's door, throw and break glass. Blood everywhere. From age 9 to 22. Flying into a rage at the drop of a hat, everyone being so afraid of him even if he didn't physically hurt us (not after age 10). When she was at her lowest, Mami did the same to him. It didn't help, but she reached her limit. I remember her worry when I punched and broke my flimsy tin closet door. She was going to chase him, but the sound scared her and she came to me instead.

I remember, only after being reminded by my brother, when they were both out drinking and promised to be back to make dinner and couldn't come back, so I had to come up with dinner instead. I had to be maybe 11 or 12. I still don't actually fully remember it, because it wasn't me, but it's a vague feeling in my mind now.

I remember feeling so worthless and hopeless that I couldn't get to my baby brother, having to be alone in his own room, while Nina and I had each other to cry with. I remember two years after he left the force, and the same year he almost died, was the first time I truly wanted to kill myself. I'd always thought about running away before, but couldn't leave my mom and siblings behind. I'd thought about telling my dad I hated him, but it wasn't true and I was afraid anyway. I thought the only solution would be if I just stopped existing cause I couldn't take it anymore. How sad is that? A freshman in high school wanting to die cause the drunk father they once looked up to became unbearably abusive.

He wouldn't call it abuse though. He had it much worse, as he would often bring up. He was abused, but wouldn't call it abuse either, at least not what his mom did. She used to be a really rough woman, tho I've only known her to be soft and sweet in my lifetime.

I remember when I found out what really happened to my dog, my best friend, Tymber. How Papi was so angry after a long shift that he threw my dog against a wall and broke his leg. That I never got to see my only friend again cause the vet didn't want to send him back to an abusive home. That happened just before I turned 12, and I didn't learn the truth until about 19-ish. Do you know how devastated I was? I still have a picture of him somewhere, my little puppy, barely a year old and terrified of my dad, just like the rest of us.

I do remember some good times too. He tried to make up for all the work time with high quality time together. We watched DBZ every week. He took us on father-kid trips both in a group and individually. He liked taking us to amusement parks and carnivals when he could. He danced with me at my sweet 16, and took me to walk around downtown after. We did have some good times, and I love him.

I just hate everything he did to us. I hate that he can't even remember it. I hate that alcohol has eaten away at his mind for over 20 years and you can see how it's poisoned him. I hate what his family did to him.

#toby talk #trauma dump time

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