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tarjapearce · 8 months

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I don’t know if your requests are open but if they don’t you can totally ignore this, but I got and idea for the soccer family, what about gabi founding a photo book of her parents wedding like it would be so adorable 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶

Oohh Unlocking memories 🥹♥️

word of the day:

Oeillade: Amorous or suggestive glance ✨

Everyone in the O'Hara household knew that the last Sunday of every month was deep cleaning day. Meaning, throwing things away, donating clothes that none really used, recycling, declutering and dancing to hispanics songs.

It was Gabi's turn to decluter the library. She pulled out coloring books that were no longer usable, old text books from previous grades, some old draws and inked paper. However she found a thick and leathery clip book with the title "Our Wedding Mr. & Mrs. O'Hara"

Gabi gasped and pulled out the book, removing the dust from it's delicate surface. She marveled at the first picture.

You in a lovely white dress, looking back at Miguel, he gave you an oiellade back, holding one of your hands delicately, a soft yet genuine smile on his face. He wore a black tuxedo. The picture was 12 years old. Just like Gabi's age.

She flipped the page and another picture of you both cutting the cake was shown, she could recognize some people in some pictures. Uncle Gabriel wearing a suit, and an emerald green bow around his neck, raising his glass of champagne as he had the mic.

Uncle Peter doing a goofy grin as he held the mic and pointing at Miguel, as if telling a funny story as you covered your face in embarrassment. She could recognize her aunties, MJ and Jessica, laughing on the side.

Gabi chuckled and flipped another page. Some photos were blurry, but her eyes stopped on a new one. You and Miguel holding hands at the altar, little bashful smiles on both your faces. He held you with love and attentiveness. Nothing much had changed between the two of you.

"Solecito, es hora de comer." (Supper time, sunshine)

Miguel however stopped and chuckled with fondness at the book.

"Where did you find this?"

"In the library, was cleaning up. You and Mama looked pretty"

Miguel smiled and scooted her closer as he inspected the photos.

"Uncle Peter has always been-"

"A doof? yeah. He was telling the story of how me and your Mama danced in one of his parties."

"Uncle Peter threw parties?!"

"Yeah, he did. But eventually just turned into closed one gatherings." He smiled at the first picture Gabi saw. The same look on his face.

"How long have you been together with Mama?"

"How old are you?"

Gabi gasped and giggled

"That much?!"

"Claro. No le digas a tu mami, pero sabes cómo solía llamarla?" (Of course. Don't tell mommy but do you know how I used to call her?)

Gabi giggled and shook her head.

"How?"

"Promise me you won't tell her? You'll get in trouble if you do."

Gabi made the zipper gesture on her lips and Miguel nodded.

"I used to call her Pitufina."

Gabi laughed but Miguel shushed her.

"Pitufina? why?"

"Dunno. It came to me at the moment she stood in a chair to try and get some cups above the fridge."

"She still does that."

Miguel nodded with affection.

"Did she call you something?"

"Dracula"

Your voice echoed from behind them with a knowing smirk. Miguel gave an airy chuckle

"Can you believe him? He tried to open a bottle lid's with his teeth!"

Gabi laughed.

"He still does that too!"

"I could never get rid of that habit."

You kissed Miguel and smooched Gabi on the forehead.

"Food's done. Come eat! Benjamin is beating you all in finishing first."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #t writes✨#soccer family ⚽🕷️#gabi o'hara #wife reader

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dreamauri · 5 months

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on my knees begging for an update on “for sentimental reasons” please please don’t leave us hanging

♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part twelve charles leclerc x fem! driver! reader (angst) “… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”

★ ☆ final chapter 💗 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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"Coco?" Charles saw the little four year old girl wandering around. "Carli!" The little toddler giggled with a big smile. Her little fancy shoes tapping against the floor as she approached the Monégasque, making grabby hands signalling for him to carry her.

"dov'è la tua mamma? [where's your mom] He picked her up gently, mindful of her dress. "Carli." Was the girl's response as she pocked his cheek, a wide smile and giggle on her face. She looked so much like her mother it made his heart warm. The same smile and eyes. "andiamo a cercare santino" [lets go find santino] "Papa è a casa." [dad's home] She finally talked as Charles began walking with her through the Monaco gala.

Wait . . . Santino's not here? Were the rumours true? Charles couldn't help but think and find to piece the events together as he looked through the seating's. Charles was going to have to sit for now while he finds someone who could help him. "Acqua." The girl tried to reach for the champagne glass on the table but Charles was quick to stop her. "quella non è acqua, Coco." [that's not water, coco]

Charles was quick to open a water bottle for her, supporting her as she took little sips. She leaned back on his lap, holding onto one shoulder with her other hand on his face, inspecting it. And Charles let her. She was too cute and adorable. He couldn't help the smile that arose on his lips when she traced the outside of his eyes. "Verde." [green] She nodded in approval.

"Coco!" Lando gasped as he squatted down beside Charles, a wide exited smile on his face. "Coco, saluta Lando."[coco, say hi to lando] "ciao." Coco gave the other brunette a smile and a wave and Lando couldn't help but feel his heart explode with how cute she was. "Oh she's so cute." Lando awed as he picked her up gently, gently bouncing her which only made her giggle happily. "Is Santino here with her?" "No. She said he's back in Italy." "Back in Italy? But—"

"Mami!" The two boys panicked once the girl pointed at her mother. Lando quickly shoved the girl in Charles chest before making an escape. Charles was surprized, quickly holding onto the girl, accidentally bumping head with her and knocking his glasses of one ear.

"Mami." The toddler cheered once her mother came over. A worried smile was on your face as you gently lifted the girl into your embrace. "Dove sei stato? Stavo cercando dappertutto—" [where have you been? i was looking everywhere for-] You paused, once your eyes met the wide eyed and tense figure of Charles. ". . .You."

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you held eye contact with him. Your mouth wouldn't even open so you could at least thank him. 5 years. Returning after a hiatus for five years and you've never expected Charles to look so . . .

"Hey." He broke the silence. "I— h—Hi. How've you been?" You asked hesitantly, stuttering over your words. "Well, My wife left me-" He joked, but apparently too son because you flinched. "But Coco took care of me." He played off.

"Yeah." You chucked nervously, brushing hair off your daughter's face. "She's been watching a lot of doctor shows recently, did she preform a proper eye inspection?" "She did actually." A moment of silence crept again between you.

Charles . . . well was Charles. He had a smile on his face despite having little dirt foot prints on his lap and glasses crooked from Carli. He wasn't so . . . down like the last time you saw him. The colours were bright in his eyes and cheeks. You could only wonder if there was a woman in his life responsible for that and the odds were yes.

"Well, I'm going to deal with this little ball of sunshine," You paused gently, pushing his glasses properly over his nose. Fine wine, you thought. "I'll . . . see you around?"

Charles looked at you for a few seconds blinking. "Oh- wait you want to see me?" He furrowed his eyebrows confused, pointing at himself. You gave a shy smile. "I thought it's be nice to catch up. I'm gonna need some help since Monaco's gotten a few tweaks since I've been here."

"Yeah," He breathed out, nodding quickly. "Of course."

"Dici ciao ciao, coco." [say byebye, coco] "ciao ciao, Carli." "Ciao, coco."

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fushic0re · 5 months

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─𝐘𝐎𝐔❜𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄,

𝐌𝐑. 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇

𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗢’𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔 𝘅 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗔!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─ "and so, the grinch's heart grew three sizes" || in which your grumpy husband thinks it's feasibly too early to start decorating for christmas, but knows better than to mess with a filipina and her christmas decorations.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. miguel being the cutest grumpy husband ever.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

“JUST A FEW THINGS.” MIGUEL SAYS STERNLY, a large hand on the small of your back as he leads the two of you into your nearest craft store.

“Yes, bebito.” You coo, smiling up at him innocently.

Miguel, however, is not falling for any of your traps. If being married to you taught him one thing, it is that Filipina women were stubborn. His wife could singlehandedly harvest enough power to fight God himself for fun should she feel like it. As gorgeous as that smile was, he was not going to be swayed by the siren’s call. Not today.

There was no way in hell you were leaving with just a few things though. He knew that much no matter how hard he tried to rationalize with you, reminding you of the numerous color-coordinated tubs of holiday decor in the garage. Miguel could do nothing but deploy useless means of stopping you.

“We have enough at home.”

“No such thing.”

“Do not even start with me. You do this every year. Do Halloween and Thanksgiving not exist to you?!” Miguel argues, feeling his wallet ache as you add another box of glittery champagne-colored ornaments to the cart.

His words make you whip around to face him, an incredulous expression on your face.

“Ma yabang mo. Do you think you’re too good for Christmas?”

Your husband sighs exasperatedly, mumbling a flurry of explicit words in Spanish under his breath as he rubs his eyes.

“Mami….it’s barely October.” Miguel grumbles.

“I know! We’re late!” You whine.

And yet, as bratty as you were, Miguel did nothing to stop you. He simply could not–not with the gleeful expression your delicate features wore or with the childlike awestruck sparkle in your eyes. It was easy for him to see the negative in this world. After all, he had loved and lost and now dedicated himself to keeping the multiverse in order as a result. But if there was one thing that brought light back into this world, it was you. You, you, you, you.

And so, he watches with a barely detectable smile as he hoovers over you, happily pushing the shopping cart after you like a dutiful husband.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x filipina!reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara #filipina!reader

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short-honey-badger · 26 days

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That's My Husband, That's My Wife

Ya know that tik tok trend where girls are calling their boyfriend their husband and vice versa? I wanted to do that, so I did. I hope you enjoy it!

Gojo, Getou, Nanami, and Sukuna

@goth-mami-writer

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Gojo

The two of you are on a rare date, Saturo finally finding the time to escape his duties as a jujitsu sorcerer. You are dressed to the nines, out of your stuffy work clothes, and are having an amazing time swaying to the beat of the music that blasts in the bar. Sato had left to get you a drink, but he was taking an awfully long time.

You breathe a heavy sigh with a fond eye roll. You shouldn’t be surprised. Gojo was easy to distract when something caught his eye. As you move through the crowds to the bar, you look ahead of you and spot your boyfriend and the reason why he’d been taking so long.

There is a woman trying to press into his space, and you can spot the strained smile on his handsome face, your boyfriend is trying to be polite to the drunken woman, but you can see his patience wearing thin. You huff and march over, plucking the drink from his hand and sliding an arm around his slim waist.

The smile you give the other woman is not a nice one.

“My husband isn’t bothering you, is he?”

You feel Gojo freeze beside you, and then both of those long arms are wrapping around your waist, and he hooks his chin over your shoulder, a big cheesy grin stretching his lips.

“Don’t be so jealous, wifey. She was just leaving.”

Getou

The dark-haired man sighs quietly when he notices your put-out expression when another bumbling human comes walking up the steps for his “cure”. He had noticed your less-than-enthused attitude earlier in the morning but had not made mention of it. Suguru knew that you would talk to him when you got over whatever was going on in that pretty head of yours. He just wished that there was something he could do to cheer you up.

Getou hardly listens to the inane drivel that spills from the man in front of him. He can see the curse that wraps around the man like a haze, ghastly in appearance with bulging pustules that look like they may burst at any second. Suguru kills it with little more than a flick of his fingers, the curse nothing of interest to him. No, his focus fell on his despondent girlfriend, who had hardly looked at him at all today.

The man is thanking him, but Getou pays him no mind. Instead, he lopes over to where you lounge in a nearby chair, reaching down to take your hand. He then turns and gives the man a sickening sweet, fake smile, but his tone is meant for you.

“You are welcome. However, if you would excuse me, my dear wife needs my attention.”

Suguru looks back down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips when he spots the pink adorning your cheeks. Your tone is cheeky when you speak up, and Getou thinks this is much better than the melancholy from earlier.

“That she does, husband.”

Nanami

You can’t believe that he is this late. You understand that Kento works a dangerous job, but it wasn’t like him to be late for one of your dates. Your boyfriend was all about getting off work on time so that he could have time for himself and his personal life. You sigh heavily, poke at your cooling appetizer, and then sit back to sip at the bubbly champagne you’d ordered after the first ten minutes passed. Another twenty had passed since.

The waiter gives you a smile full of pity and silently sets down a dessert in front of you, quietly assuring you that it is on the house. You thank him with a nod and take up your spoon. Free dessert should not be wasted.

You are about halfway through when there is a commotion at the front of the restaurant, and you look up to see Nanami striding to your table, an anxious look decorating his sharp features. He slides into the seat across from you, scooting himself forward and ignoring the dirty look that the waiter sends him.

“I’m sorry, darling. Work had me go into overtime.”

You wave off his apology, simply happy that Kento had made it, even if he was late. Food is soon ordered, and more champagne is finished off. You are too busy with your meal to see Kento quietly speaking to the waiter and the sly grin he gives Nanami.

When another glass is delivered, your eyes land on the ring that sits at the bottom of it. You cut your eyes up to Kento, and he gives you a smile so full of love and affection that you feel your heart burst.

“I know it may be in poor form, being late, but would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

You grin and unabashedly dig into the champagne to pull the ring out, drying it off and handing it to Kento so that he can slide it on your ring finger.

“I could get used to calling you husband.”

Sukuna (Club Owner AU)

It isn’t often that Sukuna goes out on the main floor, but for some reason, he felt compelled to do so this evening. Maybe it was because you were on the main stage tonight, and he was greedy enough that he didn’t like missing your shows. There was just something about watching his customers fall all over themselves while his girlfriend danced on stage. You belonged to him, and it amused him to see those beneath him yearn for something they would never have.

Sukuna sits near the back, shadowed in the corner as he sips from his glass of scotch, his red eyes never leaving the way you glide across the stage, the way your body hugs the pole, suggestive and perfect. You happen to look up and catch his eyes, sending your boyfriend a saucy wink before spinning around and dipping, giving him a glorious view of your backside.

The night continues, but with the late night, the more inebriated the customers become. Sukuna hears a shout come from the stage, and he whips around from where he sits at the bar, vision zeroing in on the burly man who has risen from his chair and grabbed you around the ankle.

“Come on, girly. You and me, yeah? How about we get outta this dump? I’ll pay you real good.”

Sukuna sees red, and he is moving before he has a chance to think. It was one thing to drag on his establishment, but no one could ever think that you could be bought. You were more than any regular employee. You were his.

Ryomen grabs the guy by the shoulder, spinning him around and socking him in the face. Blood spurts from his nose, and the man cries out in pain, then turns to glare at Sukuna and snarls.

“Who the hell are you?”

Sukuna grins, all sharp teeth and vicious as he leans forward, speaking loud enough that you and the surrounding group hear him.

“Me? I’m her fucking husband. Now get the fuck out of my club.”

#reader insert #blorbo #jjk x reader #gojo saturo #sukuna #nanami #geto suguru #nanami kento #ryomen sukuna #husband material #tik tok trend

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catsrulesworld · 9 months

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Missed calls

genre:angst

Miles!42 x fem reader

An: Hiii my loves! Guess who's posting again lowkey I may stop because my stuff has been doing so bad but it's okay because I'm a soldier 🫡 and I had to take a lil break from all the fluff so here's a lil angst just so you know this is my first time writing agnst so dont be mean with him were he's always busy and misses too many dates always hope you enjoy love you all🫶🏽

You don't know how you ended here sitting in the rain outside on the streets of Brooklyn New York in front of the brand-new romantic restaurant that served your favorite foods, Miles your boyfriend had stood you up for the 5th time. Well let's just start from the very very beginning.

You had met Miles in collage and you guys grew close, which led to you dating him and being in the happiest relationship you had ever been in until one day he started leaving you on delivered more, standing you up, and on top of all that he made many empty promises about “I promise to see you soon” “I promise I won't be late this time mama” “ill see you in ten okay mami?”.

Well you had been a fool again to his lies and promises he had sent you a message around three thirty saying

Mr.grumpy pants😒:“Sorry I've been ignoring you mami how about I make it up to you, we get dinner tonight at six at that new place you've been wanting to try?”

Mi corazón💜: Sure babe ill see you at six 💋

And with that, you took your sweet time getting ready taking a shower shaving every piece of your body you could, using your favorite body wash, exfoliating, using your expensive skincare, did your makeup, wore Miles’s favorite fancy dress, plus your most fancy heels.You were going all out for this date.

Once you had arrived at six on the dot you walked up to a nice worker “Hi ma’am do you have a reservation?” she said politely “ Uhm yeah it should be under Morales!” “Okay follow me right this way,” she said while leading you to a booth. “Your waiter will be with you shortly”

You sat in the booth and ordered a nice champagne it had been ten minutes with no sign of Miles it then turned to twenty minutes with no sign of him, and after forty minutes and waiters asked every ten minutes if someone else was coming you decided it was time to go, and just to your luck it started raining drenching you in the cold you were shivering at this point. You decided to give Miles a piece of your mind you had called him twice no answer time for a voicemail then.

“This is the sixth time you've stood me up Miles and now I realize I look like a fucking fool waiting for you in the cold pouring rain,” you say taking a deep breath “So whoever is soo important you need to cancel on me again can have you Miles I'm sick of waiting on you, sick of your lies, sick of the sneaking around at night, so tell your lil bitch she can have you and don't hit my line again it's over.”

Miles was in the middle of prowler business trying to hunt down a guy with Uncle Aaron, his phone ringing and buzzing in his pocket the whole time Uncle Aaron had to stop multiple times to tell him to handle that.

Once they had found the guy and “handled” him Miles went to look at his phone many missed calls and texts from you he went to the voice mail to see what you said he couldn't hear much due to the rain until he heard your voice shakey with anger talking about his he had missed the day again and how you looked like a fool until the end of the note said “don't hit my line again it's over.” he felt his heart get tighter in his chest he had fucked up royally this time.

You had made your way home taking off your heels, then making your way to the bathroom, you removed your makeup and dress then started up a nice bubble bath to ease some of the tension. You had sat in the tub admiring the bubbles and getting clean.You had got out of the tub white robe around your midriff, making your way to the sink you began to do your skincare for the night.

Once done with this routine you headed to your bedroom to turn on your favorite tv show and go to bed, when released you had twenty text messages from and ten calls from Miles saying about he was sorry and how he would never do it again as you were reading these texts he called you, and stupid enough you answers it “Miles?”

“Mami what the fuck do you mean it's over?” “I mean what I said Miles I'm sick of all the lies you tell me” “They aren't lies mami” “Then what's with the canceling plans, sneaking out at night, nevering returning texts or calls?” “mami...I can't say why.” “Mhm still lying well keep your other bitch and leave me alone,” you said hanging up the phone and blocking his number. After that, you headed to bed the rain and your tv show in the background lulling you to sleep not worrying about Miles again.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 1 year

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Is it possible I could request a sexting hc with rhea ripley x fem!reader?

Maso’s Krampus Christmas 2022

Oh yes, it is 😈 *unedited, not that anyone cares anyways. We’re here for the good stuff not for the Pulitzer 😌*

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat

You spotted Rhea across the room beside the same redhead she had arrived with. The girl was beautiful: copper hair, bright green eyes framed by a heavy brown smokey eye, soft freckles all over her face, warm smile…she was beautiful and you knew that was the exact reason why Rhea chose to bring her.

She wanted to ignite that flamin hot burn of jealousy within you, but you already knew her game, so you just laughed when Damian leaned against the wall beside you “They’re not really together, y’know?”

“I didn’t ask anything” You shrugged before taking a sip of your champagne. His dark eyes were glued to your features, trying to look for any sign of annoyance “I felt like you needed some sort of explanation”.

A soft smile coated your lips as you looked up at him “She’s petty, immature, a mocker, completely childish, has temper issues and thinks the world revolves around her. So of course she would bring the most beautiful woman she could find to try to get a reaction from me. I know it all too well, Damian. You don’t need to explain me anything, even though I know you have good intentions”

“I tried to advise her against it, but you know how she is” He took a deep sigh “I don’t think it’s fair to you though. You deserve better”

“Better…like you?” You teased, knowing he had a crush on you ever since you met, before you started dating Rhea

“In an alternative universe, yes” Damian laughed “But not on this one”. You got closer to him and placed your hand on his chest, before leaning closer until your lips almost brushed against his chin “Wanna bet that she’ll text me any minute now?” The confident smirk on your lips only made him chuckle “How are you so sure of it?”. And as if by coincidence, your phone beeped with a text, “Name your price, Priest” You teased as he grinned “U$100,00”

“Get ready to open your wallet then” Taking your phone from your black clutch purse, you aimed the screen on his face, letting him read it first hand.

A faint “Damn it!” left his lips when his eyes caught the glimpse of Rhea’s name on the screen. And as Damian reached for the wallet in his back pocket, you read her text:

Mami🌶🔥: What the hell are you doing with Priest?! I thought he wasn’t your type. Did you lie to me this entire time? Was this your plan from the beginning? Get both of us?

My Forever🍯🖤: Down, girl! What I do with my life does not concern you anymore since we’re not together, remember? 🤨

Mami🌶🔥: Oi! I don’t like the attitude 😠

My Forever🍯🖤: Good thing you don’t have to like shit 😝. As a matter of fact, you should worry about your new girl, Ripley. Not me 😉

Mami🌶🔥: She means nothing to me, she’s not you and she never will be.

My Forever🍯🖤: Strong choice of words for someone who was just laughing along with anything she said 🤔

Mami🌶🔥: Jealous? 😏

My Forever🍯🖤: Should I remind you who texted who first? 😌

Mami🌶🔥: You deserve a slap in your mouth for that one 👋

My Forever🍯🖤: And who’ll be brave enough to do it? You? 🤨 Please, don’t make me laugh 😒

Mami🌶🔥: Why don’t you meet me in the bathroom so I can remind you just how well I can shut your mouth 😏

My Forever🍯🖤: I don’t think copper girl would like that 🤷‍♀️

Mami🌶🔥: Idgaf about copper girl

My Forever🍯🖤: Bet she’d be upset about that 🥺

Mami🌶🔥: Are you really gonna make me remind you of every single detail in order for you to come *along and in my mouth 🤪*?

My Forever🍯🖤: 🤔🤷‍♀️

Mami🌶🔥: Come to the bathroom with me…I miss you 😢 I miss your body, your lips…your pussy 👅

My Forever🍯🖤: I know you can do better than that 😒🙄

From where you stood, you saw Rhea huff a laugh before her name flashed on your phone screen.

Mami🌶🔥: I miss your scent, the way you moan my name, the way you arch your back when I hit that sweet spot inside you, the way you cry and beg me to make you cum when I eat you out. I miss tasting that sweet pussy, miss tracing your curves with my tongue. Last night I kept replaying our last time together…you straddling my thigh, rubbing yourself against me, my hand around your throat, choking you enough to make you smile. You placed my hand on your tits and asked me to play with them and make you cum like a good little girl…is that what you want, baby? Want me to make you cum again? 😈”

My Forever🍯🖤: Yes 🤤💦

Rhea smirked and stood up from the table, her eyes locked with yours across the room and she placed a toothpick on the side of her lips.

Her gaze never looked away from yours and when she brushed her shoulder against yours, she whispered “I can’t wait to feel that tight pussy around my fingers”

#rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #krampus christmas 2022 #masochist writes

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bitter69uk · 5 days

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“Her greatest desire in life was to be a glamorous movie star; by allowing press and filmmakers to satirize her image as a sex object, she actually achieved her aim for a brief period from 1956 to 1960. Despite her oversized mammaries she was not a dumb blonde as far as her career was concerned and she parlayed a modicum of talent and a maximum of flesh to international fame. Along the way she made some surprisingly good films … It was easy to laugh at Mansfield, but today her achievements look greater than her detractors allowed at the time.” / From The Illustrated Encyclopedia of The World’s Great Movie Stars by Ken Wlaschin, 1979 / Today is a holy day! Lobotomy Room’s Patron Saint, berserk glamour girl par excellence and the punk Marilyn Monroe (or the drag queen’s Marilyn Monroe), Jayne Mansfield (19 April 1933 - 29 June 1967) was born 91 years ago on this day. (To put it in perspective, Mansfield is the same age as Joan Collins, would be just a bit older than Brigitte Bardot or Sophia Loren and two years younger than Mamie Van Doren). Revered by the likes of John Waters, Divine and The Cramps (“She’s a role model, a mentor. She had so much aplomb. She’d wear spiked heels and gold lamé to take out the garbage,” Poison Ivy would exclaim in a 1994 interview), for me sex kitten Mansfield is virtually a sacred figure, the eternal publicity hungry starlet, Hollywood Babylon made flesh, the cooing and squealing hourglass-contoured personification of atomic-era kitsch. Don a ratty blonde wig, drink pink champagne and hug a Chihuahua today in her memory! Pictured: Mansfield in 1964.

#jayne mansfield #sex kitten gone berserk #platinum blonde #sex goddess #love goddess #kitsch #camp #retro #lobotomy room #punk marilyn monroe

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aranarumei · 3 months

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the anomalous agate, commentary

hello! I said I could talk about the anomalous agate forever, so here is me, talking about it. this is a post covering just like, overall notes I had when writing… maybe I’ll post about specific scenes or chapters sometimes, but I was really compelled to at least talk about overall things because unlike individual chapters, I think it’s something that’s less likely to be picked apart? so, all of that’s under the cut.

okay, first up! the biggest challenge in writing this fic was essentially, how do I make this fic feel like it’s a case from The Case Files of Jeweler Richard?

Based on the first two volumes alone, there’s a couple of things I think the series really exemplifies. First, it can examine things that are fairly mundane, and place value and importance on even small details. Second, Richard has a wide variety of knowledge, and I always read The Case Files of Jeweler Richard and come away with a new sense of the world. There’s something I, or Seigi, hadn’t really considered before, that I’m now considering. Finally, Seigi’s got all of his quirks—I didn’t try to match his exact style of narration, but I aimed to blend my own style and his in terms of vibe, and did my best to, at the very least, express his feelings accurately. So whether the wording of how he says things are exactly how he’d express it, the base emotions are correct.

To address the second point, this means that I have to talk about a wide variety of things! A lot of what the anomalous agate references is stuff I already knew of—champagne’s brand protection, Johannes Vermeer and ultramarine, The Little Prince, the commonality of dyed agate… but there’s some stuff I knew absolutely nothing about, the biggest of them being makeup and coffee. For coffee, I ended up watching quite a few bits of stuff from James Hoffman’s YouTube channel, and for makeup I watched a couple of video tutorials and read quite a few blog posts. Then I referenced Wikipedia to doublecheck any information I thought I knew. For the gems, I trawled quite a few websites, the main ones being the websites of GIA, International Gem Society, and American Gem Society. And I tried to avoid as many crystal healing websites as I could. Any inaccuracies present are my own fault.

As for why I picked coffee, a drink I don’t particularly like (though I’m a huge fan of coffee ice cream), and a subject that isn’t of necessary relevance to the rest of the story, unlike makeup, it was because I’d had a really good tiramisu crepe cake a few months ago, and thought it was such a neat form of tiramisu. It ended up being a nice choice, considering that Hanzawa and Seigi met up at a café twice!

And speaking of references! As a fun challenge, I made sure to add a reference to every single case mentioned in the first two volumes. It helped ground the fact that this was, indeed, part of The Case Files of Jeweler Richard for me, and I felt like it ended up strengthening some bits, too, but I mostly did it just because I wanted to see if I could. Some cases are mentioned multiple times, but I’ll list what I think is the first instance for every case below:

case 1-1: Coffee at a café was meant to be pleasant; I had no desire to remind myself of what it felt like to work night shift after night shift as a security guard. [ch 1] case 1-2: “When you put it that way… there’s definitely times I don’t want to say everything about myself,” I conceded, remembering how I’d felt when confronted by Mami-san’s deep, uncomfortable sense of shame. [ch 2] case 1-3: Come to think of it, he’d called himself thoughtless for selling that amethyst to Takatsuki-san, who’d been moved by the powers it was said to possess. [ch 3] case 1-4: “Department stores existed before you began working here, but only once you took an interest in diamonds did you notice the kinds of jewels they sold.” [ch 1] bonus (to wish upon a rose quartz): Remembering it now, it was hard to explain why I hadn’t had one in such a long time, but I hadn’t developed the habit of searching out cafés, bakeries, and sweet shops until I started working at Jewelry Étranger, either. [ch 1] bonus (cleopatra’s pearls): Since he’d just mentioned her, my mind flashed to Cleopatra—she was certainly an image that was out of sorts with Hanzawa. [ch 3] bonus (daily life at étranger ~ professor kunz and morgan): I hadn’t heard of moganite until now—unless I was mishearing morganite, but Richard had such wonderful pronunciation I thought that was impossible. [ch 1] case 2-1: “Well, Hajime-kun was much younger, but his circumstances were different…” [ch 1] case 2-2: Just like Yamamoto-san trying to buy herself a garnet. [ch 1] case 2-3: It was obvious in the way I’d found out about Tanimoto-san’s love for rocks and minerals, as well as her friend Shinkai-san’s dance company, or, in a more negative light, Hase-san visiting at the exact time I happened to be in the back of the shop, but when I told Richard this, he simply brushed it off. [ch 1] (technically the above is the first instance for case 2-4, too, but I’ll point out another instance) case 2-4: Though I doubted this surprise encounter would go as badly as the last one had, the sharp sense of déjà vu kept me wary. [ch 2] bonus (the serendipity of euclase): I’d only recently put my foot in my mouth by comparing us to a married couple, so I refrained from trying to make comparisons. [ch 5 / epilogue]

second! I wanted to talk a bit about some of the themes in the anomalous agate… this will probably be a bit more unstructured, but it contains some stuff I wanted to express, so I’ll to my best.

The title of this fic is the anomalous agate, and it is the stone that Hanzawa Masato ends up purchasing, but it’s not entirely what this fic is about, right? Lapis lazuli occupies a pretty big part of the chapter, and it’s an important part, too. So… why? Why have two stones, why have a title that doesn’t reflect the stone that Richard talks about, etc.?

The answer for this comes in the form of how I approached this story and how I feel about Hanzawa Masato—fundamentally, he’s a kind of tricky guy. He’s an inherently mysterious type of person, with a lot of layers and facets to him. And while I’m in love with these universes crossing over, I felt like it would be disrespectful to throw Hanzawa into the universe of The Case Files of Jeweler Richard and have him be laid completely bare. So, from the beginning, I wanted to work under the limitations that whatever change Hanzawa went through, and whatever we learned, it wouldn’t be something dramatic. And because Hanzawa’s so many things, I had another idea: as much as I could, when I introduced an idea into a fic, I’d try to make it two, instead of one. It’s an easy way to create a Hanzawa that feels properly multilayered, because making everything two things means he can’t be simple, and Hanzawa Masato is never simple. It's also an easy way to have Seigi misunderstand him in a way that shows that Hanzawa’s kind of a tough nut to crack.

...So, maybe you’re beginning to see why there’s two gems. The first chapter actually begins with a talk about authenticity, and it’s only in chapter two that Hanzawa brings up the concept of being anomalous. Both authenticity and being anomalous are topics that influence the kinds of things Hanzawa thinks about, and so do lapis lazuli and blue lace agate. Seigi realizes Hanzawa’s “something like a birthday gift” is a gift for himself, but he never once learns that Hanzawa’s birthday is in April, so it’s not for a special event at all that he’s buying this. Though I hadn’t intended it, considering that the guidebook says Hanzawa’s only got a younger sister, Seigi realizes that his older sister may not have been who taught him how to use makeup, but he doesn’t realize that Hanzawa might not even have an older sister. (This one was truly unintentional… I guess Hanzawa gets one over me, here!) Cafés are soothing, but coffee can stimulate one into sleeplessness. Seigi parallels Tashiro, and Hanzawa parallels Richard, but at the end, Seigi feels that it’s he and Hanzawa who are the similar ones. Seigi discusses the merits of concealment versus enhancement, and Hanzawa says that they’re the same thing, for him. Two things and one thing, again. Fox or prince, both are tamed. Two and one.

Essentially, I forced myself to make sure that any idea I introduced had a certain level or complexity and/or depth. I couldn’t just make a statement and then move on from it without exploring or developing it. Uniqueness, for example, is a term that gets used in quite a few ways in this story. I don’t think any of this really comes across as being intentionally a sort of “doubling,” but I think having this in mind while I wrote really forced me to be thoughtful about what I was writing.

third! I thought I’d talk in a few more specifics about when exactly this fic is set.

This happens mainly in the October of Seigi’s second year of college, which, now that I’ve read Volume 3, seems placed pretty perfectly? In case 3-1, he mentions Jewelry Étranger opened in April, and he’d been working there for six months, placing the first case around October as well… my fic ends when it’s November, but I’m still pleased by how close the time is. The reason it’s set here, of course, is because that’s when the cultural festival will be happening in Miyano’s third year. I’ve talked at length about what I see Hanzawa and Tashiro being up to around this time, particularly surrounding Tashiro crossdressing for the cultural festival, and the exploration of their relationship along with their own personal issues, and this was the perfect backdrop to set against this case. This is because I wanted Hanzawa’s changing to not be solely motivated by Seigi, so I needed sufficient events to be happening in the background that would prompt him to actually make that purchase of blue lace agate. And that’s why there’s a three-week gap between Seigi and Hanzawa meeting in that café and when he actually purchases that blue lace agate. The exact details of what happens there are vague, but the bonus scene I wrote shows at least some of it.

I’d planned to have Tashiro barely cameo in the background at first, but while I was outlining, I realized that Hanzawa was the kind of stubborn guy who needed a lot of prompting, and that Seigi wouldn’t understand half of what was going on if he’d never met Tashiro. Thus, Tashiro made an appearance, to which I’m very glad for! I think he acted as a really disarming presence for Hanzawa, and allowed Seigi, and thus, the audience, to see a lot of Hanzawa that we hadn’t been privy to before.

Here's the timeline of main events in the anomalous agate:

October 6th, 2018 — SATURDAY: Hanzawa Masato visits Jewelry Etranger for the first time. October 8th, 2018 — MONDAY: Nakata Seigi and Tanimoto Shouko have mandatory English class. October 11th, 2018 — THURSDAY: Nakata Seigi and Hanzawa Masato meet for the second time. October 12th, 2018 — FRIDAY: Kaede and Nakata Seigi wave to each other on campus. October 12th, 2018 — LATE FRIDAY: Kaede informs both Nakata Seigi and Hanzawa Masato that the senior harassing her has been expelled from the university. October 14th, 2018 — SUNDAY: Hanzawa Masato visits Jewelry Etranger for the second time. October 20th, 2018 — SATURDAY: Hanzawa Masato, Tashiro Gonzaburou, and Nakata Seigi run into each other at a cafe. November 3rd, 2018 — SATURDAY: Tashiro Gonzaburou’s last cultural festival occurs. November 10th, 2018 — SATURDAY: Hanzawa Masato visits Jewelry Etranger for the third time.

finally! some random notes I didn’t know how to categorize:

If you’re wondering who Kaede is, during the volume 5 extras, Hirano mentions this girl named Kaede that Hanzawa hangs out with often, and then asks if they’re dating. They’re not—but in ch 27, we spot him at the movies with a friend of his who’s a girl, and I’d decided that this is the Kaede Hirano mentions. That’s why she’s into movies—because that’s the only thing I could think of that’s even somewhat related to her appearance. The rest is kind of invented whole cloth… it ended up being helpful to get a kind of outside perspective on Hanzawa, so I was happy with how it turned out, and I hope it didn’t feel like she was just a boring plot device.

Also, when Hanzawa reminds Seigi that they’ve got each other’s numbers at the end, to me it’s the sort of thing like where in the early MCU movies, they’d end with getting contacted about the Avengers Initiative, or whatever… I haven’t watched them properly. But it’s a sign that like oh, stuff is going to cross over! So, for me, that’s a way of telling myself that if I ever feel like it, when I’m writing Hanzawa, he can call up Seigi, and I’ll have +20k of justification for that choice. Also, even though I said I didn’t want Seigi to be like most important life-changing person in Hanzawa’s life, I still did want them to have some of an effect on each other. And this is kind of proof of that.

edit: FUCK I FORGOT TO MENTION TEMPERATURE. hanzawa's associated with the cold and tashiro's associated with warmth. thats whys seigis always shivering or feeling gusts of wind when hanzawa shows up. and why he meets tashiro on a super warm day. richard gets some description mentions aligned with cold, specifically when he's asking seigi about his bruise, and that kind of mirrors hanzawa making tashiro sit still while he pulls out the eyelash curler. only there his hands are warm because like. hanzashiro's weird.

and for anyone who read the whole thing: some images for you! first, here's a sketch page that I messed around with while writing, so I could get some visual feelings:

and here's a screenshot of what editing / writing for ch 4 looked like when I discovered the magic of track changes:

#kiri.txt #commentary #the anomalous agate #in this essay i will #dunno if this'll be interesting to anyone...?

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champagnemamistore · 10 months

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#makeup brushes #makeup brush #rose gold #makeup brush kit #brushes #bling brushes #rose gold brushes #girly things #luxury #girly stuff #amazon #amazon finds #amazon fashion #amazon favorites #champagne mami

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toheavens · 2 months

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happiest of birthday’s to my champagne mami chi 🩷

it's ur fuckin birthday , * ratchet happy birthday * <3 i literally am so happy that we met on this hell site and can't even remember a time where we weren't writing or talking . from having white boy cravings to sending each other gut wrenching songs that somehow always relate to our chaotic ships —— ur one of my favorite people . to say u deserve the best day is an understatement . ur beyond talented and u are always making me laugh but more than anything , u radiate pure kindness . i love our ships so much and honestly there is no one else i'd rather create the most toxic scenarios with !! we are always saying which ones are our favorites rn but tbh they all hold a special place in my heart and so do u 💌 ily , now take a shot for me 😉 @realforyou

#chi.#me maniping ????? rare #but necessary for this #and can u tell how jailey coded we are

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cahmilo · 2 years

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Cute Advantage | camilo m.

Pairing: Camilo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Camilo's ultimate plan to shapeshift in order to get more food during a party backfires on him.

Tags: Developing Relationship, Mild Cursing, Reader has lipstick on

Word Count: 1.2K

"La Familia Madrigal! Welcome!" Senor L/N welcomed the family with open arms as they entered their courtyard at home.

What's the occasion? It was the 20th birthday of the eldest son in the family! He didn't want a grand event, but his sibling, Y/N insisted on it, saying that a transition from being a teen to an adult is as important as they think it should be.

Y/N along with their parents decided to prepare a grand (but not Madrigal grand) type of party at their smaller but still spacious house and the magical family was invited, of course. They were the ones that took care of the Encanto and it was a given that they'd be part of the celebration, too.

After hearing the voices of the Madrigals, Y/N immediately dashed out the door to welcome them. "I'm glad you guys made it! Welcome to mi casa that's surprisingly clean for the first time!" Y/N's father only scoffed at their playful teasing.

Mirabel laughed at the two. "You really outdid yourself on this Y/N, you have a knack for party planning."

"Well, I've learned from the best! Now come! I'll show you guys to the rest of mi familia!"

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"This is by far the second best party I've been in, no offense to Y/N but nothing ever beats a Madrigal party." Isabela commented, glancing at the decorations while she sat in a table reserved for her family.

"For a family that doesn't have magic, this could be the best. I mean they did this without our help and its this grand and colorful already." Mirabel said in response, taking a sip of apple juice from a champagne tulip glass.

Isabela thought in turn, "True, I heard Y/N planned most of it. Dolores said they haven't slept since yesterday." Her curly haired sister nodded in response. "I kinda feel bad, but it's still worth it. Feels nice for our family to not be the focus of a grand celebration once in a while."

Isabela scoffed. "Tell me about it, I can finally enjoy a party without having to dance around people and putting flowers on their heads."

Hearing footsteps approaching them, a boy in a yellow ruana suddenly barged in to their conversation and sat in an empty seat beside Mirabel. "Guys, have you tried their bocadillo con queso? This shit bangs." Camilo said as he held out the treat in front of their faces.

"Yeah! Y/N made it using mami's recipe." Mirabel responded, stealing part of Camilo's portion.

"THATS MINE! Get your own plate, Mira!" But it was too late, Mirabel already took a bite of the snack, leading Camilo to sulk.

Isabela laughed at the chaotic duo in front of her. "Camilo can't you just get another plate full of those? Be a gentleman for once"

"I am a gentleman!" Isabela rolled her eyes at his response. Camilo continued "Okay fine I'll get another plate, but it's only for me, you can have the rest of these."

He stood up from the table, shapeshifting into Y/N's little sister, Sara.

"Really? Out of all the people you can shift to, its the 4 year old sister?"

Camilo grunted, still in Sara's form. "Hey! Cuteness always gets the advantage! And plus, she isn't here so its not suspicious." He stuck out his tongue as he walked away to approach the buffet table.

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Approaching the buffet table, Camilo tugged at the catering chef's apron, realizing that he couldn't reach the food at his height. Mimicking the little girl's voice, he asked "Can I have more bocadillo con queso, pleaseee?" Not forgetting to show puppy eyes and pouting for the staff.

The man in turn, smiled at the 'kid', not realizing that it was the shapeshifter in town. "Ay, anything for you niñita. Hold on". He grabbed a plate and then proceeded to take the delicious snacks while 'Sara' stands there waiting.

"Hermana! I haven't seen you all night!" Oh shit.

'Sara' glanced at the right and saw Y/N approaching 'her'. Trying to flee in panic, 'Sara' tried to run only for Y/N's taller stature to catch and scoop the 'little girl' in their arms.

Camilo, still in 'Sara's' form took a glance at their table, seeing Mirabel and Isabela hold back their laughs at the sight. He took a small inch of a second to glare at them before looking back at Y/N who was way too close to his face right now.

"Trying to run from me again huh? Now you can't escape!" Y/N, oblivious to the situation, started peppering kisses on the 'little girl's face. Camilo who was still in the child's form was frozen, not being able to shapeshift back to the Camilo Madrigal because well, they were carrying him and the shift of weight would lead to a fatal accident.

Y/N was obviously affectionate to their little sister, so kissing and hugging her was not a big deal. The only thing, was that it wasn't actually their 'sister'.

The shapeshifter however was in a flustered mess.

Suddenly, Y/N felt a pat in their leg. Looking down, they glanced at their real sister.

"Y/N, Can you help find mami for m-?" The real Sara said, but paused at the sight of another 'her' in Y/N's arms.

"Sara?!" Y/N finally realized, looking back and forth at the identical girls around them.

The fake Sara then was seen trembling in front of them, still frozen and stunned. "If there's two Saras, and the real one is beside me..." 'Sara' then gave a mischievous but nervous smile,

"CAMILO?!" Dropping him in an instant, Camilo shifted back to himself after landing on the ground with his butt. To which, he yelped in response.

The real Sara was found laughing at the sight. Y/N only looked at him in disbelief while yelling "What were you doing?!?!"

The curly-haired boy finally stood up. "I just wanted to get more food and here you came kissing me!"

"You shifted into my sister! How was I supposed to know?"

Camilo turned silent as his hand reached up the back of his neck. "I guess its kinda my fault.- Uhm, I gotta go, bye!" Glancing back at his now filled plate, he just immediately grabbed it and ran to his table.

Y/N was a flustered mess, mind blank but their heart was pacing fast. Sara held their hand and pulled them down to whisper "You just kissed your crush!". The older one, put a hand on the little girls mouth. "Shush! Don't say it or I won't help you. Now lets go".

Both the siblings turned away from the buffet table, walking away to the other side. One was a giggling mess while the other had an actual mess, chaos, and war in their head.

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"So, how'd your master plan go?" Isabela asked, trying to hold back her laugh.

"SHUT UP! At least I have my damn food right now." Camilo sulked as he sat down, hastily shoving food in his mouth in embarrassment.

"Yeah, and he said cuteness always gets the advantage." Isabela said in response, nudging Mirabel who was bursting with laugher.

“I mean, he did get an advantage, it’s not everyday your crush gets to lift and kiss you all over at a par-” Mirabel was interrupted by Camilo throwing a napkin in her face. “I SAID SHUT UP” He cried, while Isabela’s laugh got louder.

"By the way, Camilo" He looked up, looking at his cousins.

"What is it now Isa?"

"There's lipstick ALL over your face."

thumbnail belongs to the artists of purrfect tale

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#camilo #camilo madrigal #camilo imagine #camilo oneshot #camilo x reader #camilo fluff #camilo madrigal fluff #camilo fanfic #camilo madrigal fanfic #encanto #encanto fanfic #camilo my beloved #camilo supremacy

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daghecharlie · 3 months

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una perra exclusive le gustan las burbujas champagne en el jacuzzi una loca fancy mala pero cutie no existe nadie con permiso pa ese booty solo ves su cara por la magazine todos locos con su cuerpo extasis están soñando con verla vis a vis los nenes hipnotizados con su sexappeal she got a wap like cardi she doesn't give up i'm sorry if you don't tell nobody can be your sugar mami haciendo el work like riri tiene la velocidad de un (fe)rrari ella es dueña de la city con un rooftop en miami

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cnco4ever · 1 year

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Never again

An Erick Brian Colón one shot

Warning: sexual content

Please feel free to comment, like and reblog. I'm also open for requests, so don't hold back! 🫶🏼

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Erick really was a cheeky little bastard. His big beautiful eyes, plump lips and bright smile. His little fast touches to my knee, thigh, hand, arm while in public, knowing exactly what it did to me. I tried not to show anything and act like nothing, but his teasing smile and gleansing eyes would let me know that he knew.

He looked like a model, sang like an angel and charmed like a player. I tried to resist. I really did, but when he was stroking my arm while looking at me with his big green eyes, a slight smile on his lips, faces close together and whispering sweet words into my ear with his cute accent, i really didn't have a chance that night on the balcony at the party. He smelled amazing too. Good enough to hypnotize me and before i even recognised what was happening, his arms were already wrapped around my waist and his lips were on mine.

He tasted like jägermeister and redbull. A sharp contrast to my own champagne taste. I could feel his fingers dancing along my collarbone while his tounge were dancing against mine. His little soft "ay mami" against my lips was enough for me to let my guard down. We ended up in someones bedroom with me on my knees in front of him and him pushing his hard length down my throat. I will never forget his beautiful face as he threw his head back and shot his load on my tounge. He growled as he watched me swallow every drop. I made sure to kiss him hard and deep after, to make him taste himself on my tounge. I quickly left the party after that episode. I promised myself that it would never happen again. It was unprofessional and so, so wrong. Erick had a girlfriend and i was the choreographer, preparing CNCO for their last tour. It could not happen again.

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It did happen again. This time at the dance studio. I was practicing with each member separately. It was going well until Erick showed up. He acted as if nothing had happened to begin with. Cracking his usual silly jokes, laughing when he messed up and was fully concentrated on the task at hand. But as soon as we had to practice the pair choreography the atmosphere got electric.

His hands were on my waist, trailing a little lower than needed and my arms were wrapped around his neck. We leaned into the kiss at the same time. My fingers running up into his hair and his hands gliding down to grab my ass. We moved fast as we tore off just enough clothes necessary for him to enter me. Our moans were echoing throughout the studio. If someone had heard us, we didn't care. It was wild, rough and fast. We were panting heavily as we pulled apart. The adrenaline disappearing just as fast as it had occured. I informed Erick that it should never have happened while fixing my hair in a bun. That it was unprofessional and against any sense of morals. He looked at me with a smirk. "Whatever you say mami" he grinned as he left the studio. Never again!

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I had successfully avoided Erick for a couple of weeks, but tonight, he caught up to me just as i was leaving the late night meeting.

He came up to me just as i reached my car at the far back of the parking lot.

"you've been avoiding me baby" he looked at me intensely. I swallowed hard as he stared me down. My eyes fell to the ground. I don't know what to answer.

I could feel his eyes taking in every inch of me. From my face, to my neck, to my cleavage, all the way down my body to my legs. He was standing close to me. Too close. Anyone could walk down here and see us. We were right in front of my car and it was not that well hidden.

"Erick, we can't do this. It's not right". I tried to reason. Convince myself to stand my ground. He looked in my eyes again. He looked sincere when he said "I want you mami. Don't you want me too?" Of course i wanted him. He stepped closer to me. His hypnotizing scent and cute thick accent got the best of me. He locked his fingers with mine and brought them up to his lips. He kissed each and every one of my fingers, one after one. I was already warming up to him. Erick had kept his eyes on me the whole time. He knew.

He let go of my fingers and stroked my jaw with one of his hands, the other found its place on my hip. "Just give into me baby" he whispered, closing the distance between us. I put in no effort of preventing it. I wanted him so badly. I could already feel myself get wetter from just a kiss. He walked us backwards until the back of my thighs hit the hood of my car. His hand were wrapped around my throat as he kissed me passionately. His tounge exploring every corner of my mouth.i couldn't resist sucking on his tounge. I smiled against his lips as he let out a soft moan. He kissed the corner of my lips, along my jaw and down to my neck. I could feel him leaving a mark. "Erick, someone could hear us. Someone could see us" i was trying to warn him. Trying to give him the strength to pull away, since i clearly didn't have it. My arms were still wrapped around his neck though and my fingers were playing with his hair at his neck. "I know mami. Then be quiet and fast. I've got to have you right now baby".

He hoisted me up on the hood of my car and dropped to his knees. The pavement were wet, but he apparently didn't care. He slid his hand under my dress and dragged my panties to the side. He slid a finger down my soaking folds. I tilted my head back and let out a heavy breath. I could feel his intense gaze on me. He was right were i needed him. Between my parted legs. I kept my moans in as he finally leaned in running his tounge down my folds, only adding to the wetness. My fingers were in his hair, guiding him closer as he ate me out. He was licking, sucking and kissing every inch of me with passion. I had to keep a hand against my mouth to stay somewhat quiet. This could never happen again. It's too risky. I felt him enter me with two fingers and make quick work. All my concerns left me and i could only focus on what he was doing to me. I came hard and long. His fingers kept sliding in and out. The orgasm ripping through me as i grinded against his mouth. He growled against me which only made my orgasm stronger. He licked a few seconds longer as if he didn't want to stop.

He got up from the ground after kissing both of my inner thighs. He stroked his thumb against my lower lip as his tounge ran along his. "Till next time baby" he winked and walked away with a huge smile. I stood still watching him go. I let out an audible laugh as i shook my head. What a tease. Next time? Absolutely not. Never again. Or maybe?

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Okay I could NEVER be as good as the OG calendar anon but I thought I’d make one since they’ve gone missing. Hopefully y’all like it! <3

January: Happy New Year! Dirty Dominik Mysterio is looking forward to another year of criminal acts and peggings from Mami, he’s so excited at the Judgement Day New Years party that he’s stripped out of all his clothes and has two bottles of champagne going, he pours one dramatically into his open mouth, letting some of it drip out the sides of his lips and down his slender body, the other is held just in front of his dick and balls. He’s holding the bottle there deliberately, not letting us get a look at his junk; only Mami gets to see the goods.

February: Picture the scene: Valentines Day, fancy Italian restaurant, candles everywhere, rose petals surrounding the table. Sitting opposite each other is Tony D and Stacks. Adriana Rizzo is in the background serving cunt (& meatballs!). The two men are sitting so close together, their faces only an inch or two apart, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. The tablecloth obscures the view for everyone but us, and we can see that under the table Stacks is secretly rubbing his foot against the hardening bulge of The Don.

March: Class is back in session for the Spring Semester at Chase U, but Riley Osborne was late for one of Andre Chase’s lectures. Everyone knows bad behaviour has to be punished! Riley is seen bent over Andre’s desk at the front of the class, his pants dropped to his ankles, with Mr Chase winding his palm back around ready to spank the bare ass of his student. The MVP of Chase U, Duke Hudson is also there, sitting at his desk but with a flushed red face, using a textbook to cover the boner he’s got from watching his twunky tag team parter getting spanked.

April: There’s an Easter egg hunt happening at the PC but Carmelo Hayes (dressed in his slutty crop top and a pair of tiny gym shorts) has been distracted by a trail of candy on the floor leading him into the locker room. His eyes are locked into the candy until they appear on the locker room bench in front of him and stop abruptly in between two powerful oiled up thighs belonging to Trick Williams. Trick is completely naked with a seductive look on his face and is holding an Easter egg in front of his beautiful dick, almost teasing Melo to dig in.

May: The Cinco de Mayo celebrations are underway for Angel Garza & Humberto Carrillo in some kind of dance club. You can tell they they were initially dressed in traditional clothes but they have been thrown to the side and they’re now moving their nearly naked and sweaty bodies along to the music. The men are in tiny thongs that leave VERY little to the imagination. They’re dancing on small tables while everyone gazes lustfully at them and their sensual moves, drawn to the cousins curvy and juicy asses. The camera catches Angel mid twerk, while a horny tío slips a few dollars into Humberto’s bulging thong. The Lotharios can’t help it, they love to show off!

June: Summer is the perfect time for volleyball! It’s a Raw vs Smackdown volleyball game for brand supremacy. Austin Theory & Grayson Waller vs The Creeds. Both teams are wearing speedos that are colour coordinated with their brand. We all know Austin’s is not stranger to a blue speedo 😉 Both teams are shining; is it the sun? sweat? baby oil? who cares, they look like gods! Austin is stood to the left of the picture, his shapely ass spilling out of the tiny blue speedo, watching his glistening partner soaring through the air to slap the ball. On the other side of the image, Julius is jumping through the air hoping to block Grayson’s shot, his heavy shlong protruding obscenely from his speedo. Brutus is still face-down on the sand after initially saving the point, his thick ass pointing to the sky.

July: CAAAAW 🦅MURICA 🇺🇸 happy 4th of July y’all! Cody Rhodes loves America so much that he even sleeps in a bed with an American flag duvet! This candid picture was taken of him just after waking up, one half of his body still tangled in the bedsheet, the other above it, with him laying on his stomach. Silly Cody was very tired the night before and went to bed completely naked, so here he is presenting his smooth All American bubble butt to the camera. A sliver of morning sunlight peeking through the window is perfectly illuminating the curves of his body and ass. Gawd bless the U S A.

August: Bash in Berlin is the first WWE PPV to ever happen in Germany, so what better way to celebrate the occasion that with some German delicacies. WWE has superstars doing promotional work across the country. Oh no, looks like someone forgot their lederhosen 🫢 Ludwig Kaiser will have to be naked instead I guess? He’s in a German tavern, holding a massive overflowing plate of thick German sausages in front of his lean muscular body. Luckily for him, one of the thickest sausages is dangling off the plate in the perfect position to cover his own huge meat.

September: Harvesting season has begun for Brooks Jensen and he’s busy trying to fix this goshdarn tractor. Farming is sweaty work so he’s thrown his plaid shirt to the side. He’s stretching himself across the giant tractor wheel to fix the problem, forgetting that he’s wearing a jockstrap under his denim bootyshorts, and his stretching has given us all an eyeful of his fat country ass framed by a few flimsy bits of fabric. Typical himbo!

October: It’s not such a happy Halloween for Dragon Lee since he’s being chased down backstage by cock-hungry zombies! 😨 he was preparing for a match when the outbreak happened so was caught off guard by the attack, they clawed at his glistening body and tore some of his tiny trunks leaving parts of his ass exposed for all to see.

November: It’s Thanksgiving for the WWE roster and many of them are sitting around a long table, ready to feast. But wait, that’s not a turkey in the middle of the table… that’s Jey Uso’s giant ass! He’s completely naked On a large serving platter and surrounded by seasonal vegetables while his humongous cheeks are being used as the table centrepiece and they look as shiny and delicious as a well-basted turkey!

December: Some people need to just stop fighting and kiss-and-make-up, none moreso than CM Punk and Seth Rollins, and what better way to do that than meeting underneath the mistletoe. They’re both wearing adorable Christmas jumpers but the kiss they’re giving each other is far from adorable. It’s nasty, passionate, sloppy, tongues deep inside each others mouths. Punk’s hand has slipped under Rollins’ pants and has a vice grip on his asscheek, while Seth has one of his wrapped around Punk’s throat. Don’t you just love Christmas?!

WELL HELLO CALENDAR ANON (thats what im gonna name u now)... THIS WAS A FUCKING SHOCK! and also so funny cuz costume contest anon sent theirs in just before dfsjsadjadsf

I LOVE IT THO LIKE?? DOUBLE THE SLUTTY CALENDAR FUN?? THANK U BOTH

these are legit so hot like:// gonna need u to do more too pls....

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seth and punk

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angel and humberto

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jey uso

how about yall? double the fun today!!

#calendar anon #ask

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