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ladymarvel27 · 25 days

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Princesita | Carlos Sainz

dad!Carlos Sainz x mom!Reader

Description: Your husband and your princesita's dad, Carlos.

After the last race, Carlos wanted to surprise his family. He came before the day he told you. Carlos slowly unlocked the living room to find you and your daughter sitting together. As soon as her eyes caught his sight, she jumped into his arms screaming, “Papa!” He took the toddler in his arms and wrapped his arms tightly around her. “Hey Cami, how are you, Mi Princesita?” He asks gently ruffling her hairs. He gently kisses her forehead as she giggles and replies, “I am very well, Papa,” her tiny hand reaching up to touch his face.

“How are you honey?” You ask.

He puts Camila down and takes your hand in his. He places a kiss on your knuckles and answers, “I am great, Senorita. How are you?”

“Fine.”

Carlos wraps an arm around your waist and places a sweet peck on your lip. “Oh, and one thing.” Camila’s face lit up with her typical excitement as she waited Carlos to continue.

“What?”

“Did you open the package?” I shook my head.

“Why?!”

“I thought it should be opened with you.”

“But it was for you!” He exclaimed.

“Oh, I didn’t knew.”

You placed the package on the coffee table. Camila immediately runs to it, her expression curious and waiting for what is inside. Carlos smiles and begins to cut the tapes on the package, carefully keeping Camila away from the blades.

Carlos smiles and stops for a moment while opening the package, he looks over at Camila and then turns his attention back to the present. He cuts the rest of the tape that keeps the box together and lifts the lid.

“What is it, Papa?” Camila asks.

"It's a special package with a very special surprise for mummy, princesita," he replies, grabbing Camila's hands and placing her on his lap.

Camila's eyes widen, her cheeks glowing with excitement as she looks down into the box. Carlos lifts the box a little more so that Camila can get a better look of what's inside, revealing a magnificent necklace inside. Camila immediately starts to smile widely, jumping up and down excitedly as she starts to clap her hands.

Carlos raises the box to show it to you. “It’s for you, mi reina.”

“It’s so beautiful Carlos.”

Camila smiles widely as she stares in awe at the sight of the necklace, her little hands reaching out towards it. Carlos chuckles softly and lifts her little hands up, allowing them to touch the shining necklace. Camila smiles and laughs excitedly, grabbing the necklace tightly and waving it around.

“Careful Camila! It’s jewellery, not a toy.”

Camila keeps giggling and continues to hold out the necklace towards her mother, wanting to share her joy with her, Carlos chuckles softly and says "Cami, you have to give this to mommy. It is a gift for her, okay?" he replies, smiling.

Carlos chuckles again, and turns to look at you, he smiles and says "See, now she wants to give it to you," he adds as Camila stretches her tiny arms out towards you. You take the necklace and place it back in the box.

"Thank you Carlos, it's such a wonderful gift," you said. "Anything for you, mi reina."

You ask Carlos, “You want to shower before we dine?” He nods and leave for bath.

Carlos takes a shower and then goes over to his closet to get dressed for dinner. He finally decides to put on a nice t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants to join you and Camila for dinner.

“I made some pasta carbonara.” You spoke.

“Oh really?” Camila’s face lit up with excitement. You serve her some and take some for yourself. Carlos also serve himself and three of you dine together.

"Can I tell you something?” Camila asks after dinner.

Carlos chuckles and says "Sure, what is it?" he replies, and Camila looks at you and him with a small smile, "Promise you won't get angry?" she asks.

“No, what happened?”

Camila smiles widely, "Remember that necklace that you had gotten earlier?" she asks, looking at him with bright-eyes, but before Carlos can reply, she continues to say, "It was a surprise, right?” Carlos nods.

Camila smiles excitedly as she continues to speak, "Well, I know that the necklace was for you and it was your present, but..."

“But?” You raised an eyebrow.

Camila continues her sentence, "Okay, but the thing is... I accidentally opened it... when you went for shower...yesterday" she says meekly, with a small blush on her face. You and Carlos shared a look. The package looked so intact and untouched when you took it out to open. Camila packed it back so well.

Camila looks at him with her big eyes with a slightly panicked expression on her face, she asks her dad, "Are you angry?"

“Mi Princesita, it was wrong.”

Camila looks down and starts to pout, "I know... but I-I wanted to see it," she says in a soft, low voice as she keeps looking down, not wanting to meet your eyes.

“But Cami, it is wrong to do so. You should have asked.”

Camila is silent for a moment before saying, "I know," she replies with a soft, sad look on her face, as she buries her face into Carlos’ neck, she sounds like she's about to cry, "I'm sorry...," she whispers.

Carlos chuckles softly as he hears Camila's words, he leans down and kisses her head, "It's alright, it's alright, I'm not angry, Cami," he says, cuddling her tightly.

“It’s okay Cami, we forgive you.” You spoke. "But promise me you won't do it again. You could get hurt."

Camila leaves Carlos’ arms and jumps into your arms, hugging you tightly. “I am sorry mamma, I promise you.” You gently run a hand over her back and say, “It’s okay.”

Camila buries her head further into you. You and Carlos look at each other and smile as you run a soothing hand on her back. “We forgive you Cami,” Carlos spoke.

“At least she was honest,” you slowly whispered to Carlos. He nods and smiles.

Camila pulls away and smiles at you, her big brown eyes staring at you.

She leaves your arms and rushes towards Carlos. He immediately engulfs his little princess in his arms. Camila buries her head into his neck and wraps her arms tightly around him.

"She starts crying so early," Carlos says to you and adds, "just like her mom."

"Hey!" you were offended and playfully smacked his arm.

A/n: Taglist: @faithshouseofchaos, hi my friend. Thanks to @saradika for the separators. Thanks to my sister for proofreading.

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nvoirs · 1 year

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Could you do a Leon one shot where him and the reader are still in Spain and he catches Luis checking the reader out? Causing Leon to reveal his lust and love for the reader

I love this so much oh my gosh, here you go <3

You were glad that you and Leon had met Luis. The man was a ball of sunshine and he brightened up your mood when he cracked jokes every once in a while, he was also determined to help in your ‘quest’ as he called it.

“Luis, you really know how to make a crowd laugh.” You walked alongside him as Leon trudged behind his gaze hard but that’s just how he always was. You didn’t expect Leon to care if Luis was basically flirting with you, staring you up and down every time he engaged in a conversation with you, he’d never so much as shown a romantic interest in you.

“Senorita I only impress the best ladies, you could say that I’m a ladies man.” His big grin made Leon want to punch it off. His irked expression dissipated and his hands unclenched dropping at his sides when you glanced back at him giggling from Luis’s comment.

“Hey Leon, we can stop here and take a break.” You gestured to the small empty cabin, no ganandos in sight to try and snatch up Ashley.

“Baby eagle will be safe.” You added on. In reality, you were so exhausted your legs were sore from all the sprinting you’d done.

“Alright.” His curt response was expected. Ashley pipped up by Leon’s side clutching his arm which made you a bit annoyed but you really had no reason to be since you were shamelessly flirting with Luis. But Leon didn’t care, did he?

She mumbled about how she hated that stupid code name she was given, like what even is baby eagle? Her grumbling made you roll your eyes, as Leon made her sit down on the chair in the creaky old cabin.

“Take this time to rest.” Ashley nodded at him, her heart eyes evident had you turning your back and shutting the door harshly. Leaning your shotgun against the stony moss covered wall you pulled off your fingerless gloves before stuffing them into your back pocket.

You hadn't heard the creak of the cabin door open and Leon make his way around to you. “Cleaning weapons without me? No fair.” you gave him a look before turning around and continuing cleaning your handgun with the now dirty rag.

“What's up with you? you and Luis were just having a party of a conversation before.”

That pissed you off. “And have you got a problem with that Agent Kennedy?” The surname basis made Leon flinch as he trapped you between his arms caging you between the cabin wall and himself.

“Why are you really pissed, Agent?”

“I don't know, maybe ask Ashley.” You shot back. Oh shit you dumbass.

“Oh? don't tell me you're jealous of the president's daughter's hospitality, don't be It's just the way she was brought up.” His hand inched its way towards your leg, you could smell the mint of his breath gently fanning over your startled face.

“I'd say you have a little crush on me.. no? Forcing It onto Luis to get back at me.” His free hand that wasn't holding his gun came in contact with the softness of your dirt caked skin. He wiped a streak of mud with his rough padded thumb from under your eyelid and you let out a small squeak.

“I bet you'd like it if I did this, wouldn't you.” You weren't even thinking straight as Leon pressed against you, slotting your mouth against his as you drank in his sweet lips. You muffled gasps and whines had him chuckling as he pulled back, a string of fated saliva still connected.

“Luis and Ashley are only behind this wall, maybe talking but they'll probably hear you if you make a sound.”

Your eyes widened when Leon unzipped your tactical pants in one swift motion, pulling them down to your mid thighs. Exposed and vulnerable to Leon's intentions he had a full view of your underwear that was collecting your wetness inside. He got you so wet it kind of scared you if he was going to see he would never let you live it down.

“Pink panties? that's so cute.” His cooing made you shiver, but you let him do as he pleased. His fingers dipped into the side of your underwear as he shamelessly stroked your bare cunt. The short gasp that you let out had him continuing. Latching his mouth onto yours again drinking in your cries of pleasure, as he shoved two of his fingers into your sopping mess of a pussy.

The thrusts were fast and you could hear the squelching of your cunt as Leon pumped his fingers inside of you. A third finger rubbed at your weeping clit, sending electric bolts of pleasure through your weakened body. Your watery eyes were rolling to the back of your skull, legs trembling like jelly as he literally forced your orgasm from you. You came on his fingers whimpering into his mouth, your pussy still clenching around his fingers as he pulled out.

“Open your mouth, know you'd love it, such a slut.” Leon tutted as you opened your mouth eagerly sucking on his fingers tasting yourself on them.

“Please Leon, need more.” Clenching your thighs together, as you stared up at his looming figure. His arrogant stare intimidated you as he grinned.

“Maybe if you don't go near Luis, you're still indebted to me. I think I deserve something for my efforts.”

And you were dropping to your knees before he could even ask.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon re4 #resident evil smut #residentevil4leon #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy re4 #reader insert

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marlenesluv · 8 months

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Moments. Part 2. (LN)

summary: some more posts, but this time you make your own .jpg insta and share your boyfriend and friends

warnings:

oc: ig im using lexi jayde as my oc for this little series, lol

this is part two! i’m not sure if i’ll make a part three or not yet.

masterlist here -> masterlist link

^ check my list for the other parts ^

liked by: landonorris, maxfewtrell, and 102,198 others

y/n.jpg: finally made one of these things..am i doing it rt?

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y/ns.fanpage: i’m freaking out, this is exactly what i needed to make my day better

danielricciardo: you’re doing great sweetie🤗

|> y/n.user: thx dan🤗

|> f1.updates: more of this duo pls

|> y/n.user: i wont deny this request

f1.wags: y/n is dominating the .jpg accounts

carmenmmundt: you are my inspo in the second pic

|> y/n.user: you’re mine all the time

|> carmenmmundt: stopp🤭

|> georgerussell63: ugh

|> landonorris: next time we go on a double date, y/n and carmen will be the ones acting like a couple

|> georgerussell63: don’t remind me

formula1.fan: living for this content rn

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liked by: chalres_leclerc, lilymhe, and 113,184 others

y/n.jpg: snow angels & skiing 🤍

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maxfewtrell: cutest couple on the grid

|> pierregasly: a bit biased, no? i mean, they are your bsfs, so is that rly true?

|> francisca.cgomes: they are the cutest couple, it’s okay

ln4fanpage: all hail, y/n for all of the lando content lately

p1formula: so cuteeee

lilymhe: these pictures are everythingg👏✨

|> y/n.user: i love youu

|> lilymhe: i love you moreeeee

f1page: you both ate in these photos🙏

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liked by: danielricciardo, landonorris, and 134,729 others

y/n.jpg: buddies🤠

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danielricciardo: buddy🤠🤠

f1pics: if you look at the photos above, you will see one of the greatest friendships to exist

y/nbiggestfans: y/n is slaying that cowboy hat

landonorris: my favorite ppl

|> danielricciardo: lando, don’t make y/n suspicious of us….

|> y/n.user: 🙄

wagsoff1: iconssss👏👏👏

carlossainz55: you guys look great in these hats

|> y/n.user: thanks carlos ☺️

|> carlossainz55: you’re welcome 😊

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y/n.jpg: i’m a passenger princess through and through👸 he’s my driving prince🤴

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landonorris: i will drive you anywhere and everywhere ❤️

|> y/n.user: ❤️❤️

f1fanpage: if you look closely out of the window, you can see me crying while being single

olliebearman: mom and dad 🤗

|> y/n.user: OLLIE 🤗

|> ollibearman: i found your account 😆

y/n.lando.fp: their comments?? i’m sobbing

f1memes: lando is such a simp

|> y/nfanpage: aren’t we all a simp for y/n?

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(in order: lily, you, kika, carmen)

liked by: lilymhe, landonorris, and 156,927 others

tagged: lilymhe, francisca.cgomes, carmenmmundt

y/n.jpg: little spa day before bfs do the vroom 🏎️

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landonorris: my job is actually just vroom

|> y/n.user: and how good you are at vroom, lan

lilymhe: i had so much fun💓

|> carmenmmundt: i did too🩷

|> y/n.user: my cutiessss

|> francisca.cgomes: it was so fun!!

f1wags: THIS IS GOING ON THE PAGE‼️

y/nandnorris.4ever: was lando and y/n’s comment a barbie reference….

|> y/n.user: hehe, sí

|> carlossainz55: my spanish lessons must be rubbing off on you from lando!

|> landonorris: sí senorita sainz😊

|> carlossainz55: lando. i am a señor, since i am a man. señorita is female

|> landonorris: i meant what i said

formulaonevids: i need more girlie content

|> f1fan: no fr. feed me more plz

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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x oc #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris fic #formula one #formula 1 #f1 fic #f1 #racing

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luceracastro · 2 months

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Teacher's Pet

Professor!Esteban Kukurickza x reader

Summary: After a few months of starting your literature course you seem to find it harder with time to ignore your professor, little did you know you were driving him crazy as well.

Warnings: teacher/student relationship! Age gap (the reader is in their early 20s and Esteban is mid/late 30s). There is not much warning in this part but it will change within the next few (also fyi this fic will be about 15 to 20 parts long and in Spanglish)

Masterlist

Ever since you could remember you dreamt of writing your own books, your mom and dad remember you making your own little stories as a kid with paper, crayons, and a pencil, your dad stapling the pages together for you

then you used notebooks and wrote little stories or poems of your own, you grew a great obsession with books and literature, so it made sense when it was your major and you got into one of the best schools in Spain to study.

Now living alone, working a part-time job to pay for necessities and other important bills except rent and school since your dad agreed to pay for it as long as you promised to make something out of yourself you were set, One small issue was that you had a Professor who was way too hot for his own good

lectures were hard sometimes, he was a good educator no doubt about that but he seemed to call on you for everything, of course your hand was the first up at times but even when it wasn't he would call on you saying he trusts that you understood the lecture and topic and can answer his questions, and you did, perfectly

he would flaunt your perfect work to the class, using you and your assignments as a example to the rest of the class, he praised you too that it messed with your head now, you began to think he probably knew how much you really liked him.

you had just sat through one of those painfully hard lectures after he asked countless questions which you mostly answered and now the class was working on the research paper he had assigned for the remaining time of class.

"Senorita T/n" he called and you looked up he motioned you over with a nod and your breath caught in your throat but you regained your posture and got up walking to his desk "Sólo quería decirle que hizo un excelente trabajo en este papel, eres un alumna muy dedicada y hasta puedo decir mi favorita" he chuckled and you smiled but the warm feeling inside of you was getting hard to ignore with the closer you are to him, especially with the countless praises he gives you.

"Gracias Profe que amable" you said, he smiled up at you a soft small smile but his eyes starring into your soul practically made your skin crawl, in a good way, "Bueno, te dejo que sigues trabajando" he said and you nodded "Muchas gracias Profe" you once again thanked him as he nodded and you walked back to your seat

the class had ended but before you could even walk out the door "Senorita T/n" he called out for you and you turned around "Mande?" you walked over to his desk as he looked over some papers "Me puedes hacer un favor?" he asked and you nodded adjusting the strap of your bag

"Yo tengo mucho trabajo que hacer entonces quiero saber si puedes ayudar a tu Compañera Adelia con un trabajo que tiene que hacer?" he asked and you nodded "Si, si claro con gusto" you said a small smile on your lips which he admired very much "Gracias de verdad, que amable eres me ayudas mucho" he said and your smile grew at his words

"Entonces le digo que te mande un correo electronico y de ahi empiezan a trabajar juntas, gracias otra vez" he said and you nodded "No problema Profe, que tenga buen dia" you said "Tu tambien querida," querida, that name was rare but when he did say it your legs turned to jelly

you left the class and made your way back home, the small flat you lived in was comfy and cozy, at first it may seem a bit too small but it was suffice for the time being, and with small trinkets and decor you'd get from small shops and thrift stores you made it your own little cozy home

you put your bag and books down, and your keys were thrown on the kitchen counter as you opened the fridge, leftover dinner from the night before it was. As you ate you looked through your computer for any emails or whatnot, and low and behold Adelia had emailed you

you had answered and through a couple exchange emails agreed to meet at a nearby coffee shop to work on her assignment, you closed your computer and got up to go and do some house chores, clean up, and do some laundry that you had put off for long enough.

the paper assigned from class today was now your current task late at night, you were tired of course but to not finish the paper would make you stress to the point where you wouldn't rest well so you decided to stay up and work on it

"Todavia despierta?" your eyes widened at the small chat from your Professor, when working on assignments you go on a website where teacher and students are signed on and anyone can see if you're active or not, turns out he's grading some work.

"Si, haciendo unos trabajos :)" you sent back and bit the inside of your cheek afraid of what he might say, was the chat too un professional for a student to send to a professor? but all doubts went away when he sent another chat

"Pobre, descansa mejor" he sent back then a little smiley face making you smile and giggle to yourself "Claro que si, nomas quiero terminar el papel de hoy y luego me voy a dormir" you sent back "Bueno Querida, tenga buen noche y por favor descansa" he sent back and you felt your belly warm up and lips curl into a big smile your cheeks began to hurt

"Gracias profe, que tenga buen noche tambien" was all you sent back before going back to work on your assignment, after you had finished the paper you put all your school belongings away in your bag and then went to get ready for bed. Esteban had always noticed his special student, you were a hardworking and dedicated student and always worked hard when it came to your school

her remembers seeing you working at one of the local coffee shops being kind to customers and being quick on your feet to attend them, you were also kind to your classmates helping out in class or outside of class, other teachers spoke highly of you and he added to it

you were also very well carried he noticed, dressed in nice clothing, always presentable, beautiful dare he say and you had a way about yourself which made you likable and irresistible if that was even a sufficient word, you were perfect and he firmly believed that.

the next day in class you had sat down in your usual seat, and like the same old routine for Esteban he stole glances when you weren't looking, when he realized you'd seen him he'd play it off with a kind smile

but the skirt you wore was pretty much a distraction, he couldn't focus but he wasn't complaining "Profe, me ayudas?" a student of his was standing beside his desk snapping him out of his trance as he nodded "Si claro"

after class had ended he stopped you again "Entonces no duermes mucho?" he smiled and you smiled as well "trato," you chuckled as he nodded "Prometame algo, que si vas a descansar, eres mi alumna favorita y no quiero que estas cansada por mi culpa" you shook your head "No, no de verdad no te precupes estoy bien ni tengo sueno" you said

he nodded "Pero una cosa, yo siempre me voy a precupar por mi alumna favorita" he said and you let out a sigh the nerves eating away at your belly "gracias profe, te lo agradezco" you smiled kindly making him return one back "Otra cosa, cuando estamos solos me puedes llamar por mi nombre," he said and you nodded

"Bueno profe, Esteban" you corrected yourself with a small smile making him nod "Bueno linda, tenga buen dia" linda, that was a new one, "Tenga buen dia" you gave him a kind smile and nod before leaving his class

this man would be the end of you.

A/N: Okay so this is the first part, not too exciting but by the next part it will be longer and more interesting as it goes on but Likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated but no pressure my loves as long as you all enjoy and if you would like to be tagged let me know <333

Honorary tag since this lovely girl is the reason I even started this fic (also my love for Esteban) @madame-fear Love you hope you enjoy love!!!!!

#esteban kukuriczka #lsdln cast #fanfic #enzo vogrincic #francisco romero #matias recalt

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vypridae · 25 days

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Velvette makes a playlist of theme songs for each overlord and plays it on the speakers whenever they show up for a meeting. Her favorite song for herself is that one that goes I don't need your opinion I do what I fucking want. Vox gets the Teletubbies theme played once by accident and no one ever lets him live it down...and instead of the usual half insulting half flirting songs one time she accidentally plays I love it when you call me Senorita for Carmilla who raises an eyebrow and speaks solely in Spanish to Velvette for the rest of the day while Velvette is just dying

SFDJKDFGJKAHFDG VELVETTE HAVING LIIKE A BUNCH OF PLAYLISTS FOR THE OVERLORDS IS ACTUALLY SO REAL

#xanbox #hazbin hotel #brokerdoll #velvette #carmilla carmine #vox

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spikezonebby · 5 months

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Hi again, sorry i mess it i hope it is right now ^^, a request for song fics could you with tfp optimus prime with the song Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello - Señorita with a fem!human!reader, genre to Romance?

Senorita - TFP!Optimus Prime/Fem!Human!Reader

Word count: 1,672

Your first meeting had actually been entirely an accident. Optimus knew some humans had an affinity for vehicles, and you were one of them. Even a Prime can only take so much fawning over his grill, rims, or decals before he gets flustered and ends up blowing his cover.

That set the tone pretty well for how your entire relationship with Optimus was going to go. The other Autobots treated their leader with all the grace and dignity deserved of a Prime, but you never let the great title dictate how you treated Optimus. You weren’t ever afraid to speak your mind or ask questions. You questioned his commands, not to undermine him but to genuinely understand and clarify.

You seemed to find everything Optimus said fascinating, and when he’d watch you he could see the inner gears of your mind chugging along. Picking apart his words and always seeming to know exactly what was on his mind, even when he himself wasn’t entirely sure. You were the probing sort, someone Ratchet often found meddlesome and too-like Miko, but there was a grace to your inquiries.

Optimus was, perhaps, somewhat shy to admit that he liked it when you asked about his past. Especially when you would ask about the moments that weren’t so great or grave, like his walk home in the evenings from the Hall of Records or his favorite small pleasures. There was something warm, familiar, even humbling to the idea that your two lives weren’t too different.

You used to work at a bookstore and did its inventory, spending hours organizing piles upon piles of books. He would spend cycles listening and sorting through videos and audio files to archive them in their appropriate places. You’d stop on your way home and get a donut and coffee. He’d occasionally indulge and get himself a slice of chrome-alloy cake.

Optimus did not consider himself a poet, nor any other kind of lyrical savant, but he would describe the closeness he felt to you as… magnetic. He found his gaze drawn to you in the room, your laugh made his spark skip in his chassis, and even the persistent hum of the matrix seemed more at ease around you.

He wondered if, maybe, you knew what you did to him. It certainly seemed like you knew when you’d come close to him and lay on the lower portion of his chassis, just beneath his windshield. It seemed like you knee when you’d find a quiet moment to rest with him in his seldom-used quarters, your whole tiny body level with his face. For someone who could fit in the palm of his servo, you liked to make your physical presence known and tangible.

He couldn’t say he minded. In fact, that was a thing that brought quite a bit of distress to the poor Prime’s mind in the moments that should be peaceful. The longer he knew you, the more enthralling the pull became. He found himself wondering if you’d hate it if he curled his servo around you, cupping you between his digits like a treasure. He thinks about the scent of your skin and the warmth of your body, should you finally close the distance between them.

You were human. You were fragile. Leaders weren’t built to have fragile things, but protect them regardless.

But he still wanted you. Enough to forgo the logical sense he had to distance himself and instead, let you keep invading his space and his mind. He couldn’t bring himself to stop this.

Not when you invited yourself into his quarters, shimmied your way up to the space on his berth right beside his neck cables and jaw, and built your own little nest of blankets and pillows there. Not when you had so much faith in him, and talked to him about all of the soft things he thought they’d killed in this war.

“That’s Neocybex, right?” You ask, snuggled up beside his audial as he laid on his back, both of you looking on up at the data pad he had in his servos. He pauses in his scrolling through, balancing the stylus in his grip as he tilts the data pad further for you to read.

“Some of it is. Other parts, like here,” He scrolls down, “Are Primal Vernacular.”

“A different dialect or a different language wholly?”

“Neither. Primal Vernacular was the predecessor of the Neocybex all Cybertronians came to speak in modern times. When I was given the Matrix of Leadership and all of its knowledge, I was also gifted the ability to speak and read this ancient Cybertronian language. I find it easier, sometimes, to take notes in.”

You sit up a little, bracing yourself with a hand on his cheek vent. “So you’re the only one that knows how to speak it?”

“Most likely.” Optimus admits, somewhat sullen, “Even before the war, it was considered a dead language on Cybertron. Transcriptions existed of people speaking the language but as Neocybex became more common, it simply was lost to time.”

You hum, and leaning this close to them, he can feel the way the small sound rumbles up through your chest.

“Teach me. At least a word or two. Something I can remember.”

“You wish to learn Neocybex? I do not know if your organic vocalizer can reproduce the sound.”

“No, no! Primal Vernacular! The letters almost remind me of… Arabic. That’s a human language so, surely I can wrap my head around some of that.”

His spark warms at that, your enthusiasm contagious. It couldn’t hurt to attempt it, it would be a good excuse to brush up on his own pronunciation.

“Ṣdyq,” He begins. “It means ‘friend.’ And if you begin it with Rjl, it becomes ‘brother.’”

“Oh so it has different rules than Earth’s version of Arabic.”

“Yes. It is fascinating, is it not? That humans have taken such an old language and made it their own?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of nice in a way. Makes things feel less…” You fish around in your thoughts for the proper word, then hum. “Lonely. Yeah. So… Rjl… Ṣdyq… means ‘brother.’ How do you say ‘sister,’ then?”

Optimus’ lip plates quirk into the shallow shape of a smile, spark warmed by your botched attempt to match his pronunciation.

“The translations of the words are different based on their cultural meanings. Cybertronians are very rarely forged with siblings, so ‘brother’ means something closer to ‘ally.’ A feminine version of the word didn’t appear until very late, when femmes started to become more prominent. It was very rarely used though, mostly due to the… intimate implications of the word. I once listened to an interview with a linguist on the matter and he theorized that it was coined initially by Megatronus Prime of the Thirteen, as a term of endearment Solus Prime. It’s ‘Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq.’”

Now that has you fascinated. Optimus often chose his words carefully, using them as a tool for peace and command just as often as he used his own two servos. With you, conversation came easier. Optimus only had a select few people whom he knew and trusted to allow him to talk so easily.

You stood up, keeping one hand against his jaw as you walked around him. He could feel you use him to steady your steps as you hoisted yourself up onto his neck cables. You were so light he hardly felt the pressure at all. Instinctively his servo came down to gently cup behind your back, fearing you might fall off.

“What are you doing?” He asks, but he doesn’t sound irritated. Worried maybe, curious mostly.

“I want to see the way your mouth moves when you say those words.”

It’s an innocent goal, he insists it is. A request to turn on his first level of cooling fans pops up on his HUD view. He almost denies it, then worries that he might grow too warm for you to touch. In the end he does allow them to kick on and wholly misses the way it makes you smirk.

“Come on, boss. Say ‘em.” You coax, resting your folded arms against his chin, “Please?”

Optimus looks down past his nose, examining your face as his fans cycle a little faster. Right, it would be rude to refuse you whatever small teaching aid he could offer. Even if it was unorthodox.

“Ṣdyq.” He says. You lean forward a bit, watching the way his lips move with every sound. “‘Friend.’”

“Uh-huh.”

“Rjl Ṣdyq.” You reach out and trail your tiny fingers across his bottom lip. Optimus loses his train of thought.

“Which means?” You prompt him, feigning forgetfulness.

“Ah, ‘ally.’” He can see the way you bounce a little when he swallows the thick lump forming in the back of his intake.

“Cool, cool.” When had you gotten so close to him? And it didn’t seem like you minded at all as you even used his servo balancing you from behind to boost yourself up and lay across the flat plane of his chin.

He says your name softly. His data pad is forgotten in favor of clutching onto the tarp and padding on the berth beneath him.

“And what’s the last one?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” When had he started to feel so breathless? Like his fans weren’t cycling enough air.

“Mmmhm… I like that one. There’s something about the way you say it. Say it again, please?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” He says again, just so he can hear the joy on your voice when you giggle, “Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq. And it means– mhm?”

Before he can even finish his statement, your small, warm lips press to his bottom lip, silencing him quicker and easier than even the sound of blaster fire. His servo cups closer behind you and he knows he should stop this, he knows he doesn’t deserve this, but you make it so, so clear you want to give it to him.

And in the end… who was he to deny his Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq?

#transformers #request fill #transformers prime #tfp optimus prime #tfp optimus x reader #thank you for requesting!!#song fic #tfp x reader #reader insert #yes the words are arabic i dont speak it but its an alien dialect in this case so plz believe me i mean no offense #WOO actually wrote a kiss this time #optimus prime #optimus prime x reader

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Jealousy Jealousy

Felix x fem!reader

Category: angst, fluff

Just wanted to make a one-shot short story

Love you all!

xoxo

Rachel

(by the way, mine requests are open, so ask whatever you want!)

You were making your way at the grocery store, when you accidently bumped into someone. It was a boy, maybe a better word is a man. He was quit tall, black hair, plump lips, and actually very attractive. The man was very friendly and started a conversation with you. You two kinda clicked at first sight. You were laughing at his jokes and blushing at his compliments, not knewing Felix was just watching you two with rage.

You could say that Felix was your personal stalker, even tho you didn't know he was your personal stalker. He was someone clingy, who always hugged you, who you met almost everywhere you went. It never came to mind he might be following you all day long.

Felix was angry, ofcourse not at you. You were his little princess. He was mad at that man. He couldn't deny that he was very handsome, but you were his. He would never let you go, where you went, he would keep an eye to you.

When he saw that you two exchanged phone numbers, he tried to cover his eyes. He couldn't look at you both. He doesn't want to look ever at these kinds of moments. He had an idea. An idea that would change your perspective on him, that would change both of your lifes. In a good way ofcourse.

You were leaving the grocery store, walking towards you car. Loading everything in the back of your car and driving off. Felix knew where you lived, so following you wasn't the biggest case on this moment. He waited for 3 minutes, and than he started his car and drive off. He drove a little bit further from your living place, so he wouldn't be suspicious.

He texted you something first. Just so you could think about him, for the next last hours in your house.

-Sunshine-

You always found it kind off strange he called you mon amor, but it was Felix. What does it matter?

-Me-

-Sunshine-

-Me-

<Hhahahha, goodnight sunny>

He knew there was a key, under a rock in your front garden. So it was easy to get in your house. Your house was very neat. He didn't even trip once. Luckily your stairs didn't make any sounds when you step on it. Silently he could reach your bedroomdoor.

There was still a light, so he decided to wait infront of you door. Suddenly you opened your door, but because your door opened to the right, you couldn't see him.

You went to the bathroom, to brush your teeth and do your skincare. Enough time for him to go towards you bedroom and hide under your bed. He was waiting for a while untill you came.

Maybe 30 minutes later you finally entered your bedroom again. You covered yourself with your cozy blankets. He could smell some of your rose body oil. You were scrolling a bit through instagram. Finally you did your lamp off and fell asleep.

He came out under your bed and stood for a moment still. He looked at you, how beautifull you looked. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to hug you and cuddle with you. He wanted to have you in his arms. But on this time he couldn't... yet.

He had a tissue with some smell on it, that smell could knock you off for some couple hours. He putted his hand on your cheek and whispered: First i've got to do this, honey.'

He putted the tissue on your nose, so you could smell everything and that it would be affective. He could see that it worked, because your arms felt more calmer and rested.

It didn't took him that long to bring you from your bedroom towards his car. He loved to have you in his arms. Your hair tickling his cheek. Your beautifull lips, everything was beautifull.

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You opened your eyes and yawned big. You looked around and your face went pale. This isn't mine bedroom, where am i?! What happend?! Did someone kidnap me?! You jumped out of the bed, but then Felix walked inside.

<You're up!>

<What... what am i doing here?!>

<Honey, relax>

<What-t>

<Stop... calling me that>

He walked closer to you, so close that your back bumped into the wall.

<Don't be, baby>

<Oh, no no no no, baby.>

He came closer, one hand he placed on the wall and the other on your cheek.

Your eyes started to tear up. His face went from serious to loveable.

<Don't cry, please, Y/N. I want you to be safe, with me, forever.>

He hugged you tightly, your tears felt on his blouse.

You felt something in your heart. A sudden feeling when you looked at him. You saw something in him you never saw before. You actually felt safe with him.

He tilted your chin up. His eyes were shining, just like the sun. He brought his lips on your. The kiss was soft and gentle. His tongue slipping a bit in your mouth.

Those words made your heart shrinck.

He leaded you on the bed and pinned you on the matress. He just kissed you full mouthed. Your hands were around his neck. You could feel every inch of him. Finally he seperated his lips. His arms went towards your waist and he hugged you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him, you could feel his heart beat. You could smell his parfume. You wanted to stay like this forever.

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the-reincarnated-princess · 8 months

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#surviving a fantasy adventure comic #surviving the game as a barbarian #the blind prince #wt cat got your tongue #city of blank #senorita cometa #forever after #living with magicians #spaceboy #out of context webtoons

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Lelon and Senorita Howard stand in their yard near the creek that connects with the Atlantic Ocean via the Pungo River and Pamlico Sound. The Howards live in a marshland community in North Carolina that has been affected by the climate crisis.

Cornell Watson

#photography #landscape #nature #water #posture #cornell watson #u #z

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siriusleee · 7 months

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i'll be gentle

Rodolfo Para x f!reader For @glitterypirateduck's Fall4Rudy challenge. Prompt: I'll be gentle A/N: Two in a day? Who am I? Make sure you check out everyone's submissions for Fall4Rudy here. To see others in this series, you can find them at my masterlist here. If you like what I write, consider donating to my ko-fi.

The entire operation went to shit in record time. Your team had arrived at the tunnel already blown, as if the cartel had known what was coming. As your team sifted through the rubble you’d found the remnants of migrants: discarded passports and IDs, a baby rattle that had been taped up to keep quiet. Things that made your stomach roll when you wondered if they’d made it past the collapse safely, or if it had been blown with migrants below it purposely.

Your headache had grown blinding as you spoke quietly to the Troopers who seemed ready to go back home. An argument had ensued about who would excavate the rubble.

“Look I don’t give a shit about whatever you’re saying,” you had finally told some guy in a black cowboy hat, his name lost to you in the heat. “But this is an official CIA operation; we have the full support of the Mexican government and you’re telling me that Texas isn’t going to work with us? What kind of shit is that?”

He’d looked at you like he wanted to add to the tight line of stitches you already had climbing up your temple. But the argument was over, and the promise that a team would be there to excavate the site before night was made over a tense handshake.

The ride back with Rudy had been quiet, the two of you flanked by three others of Alejandro’s guys, the dust thick and sticky on your sweat covered skin. By the time the ATVs had been loaded back onto the trailer, and you and Rudy clambered into his blacked out SUV, you had to press the heels of your hands to your eyes to keep from throwing up.

“Are you alright, senorita?”

“Please stop calling me that, Rodolfo - we’re the same age.”

You don’t bother to buckle up as you curl yourself into the seat, positioning the air conditioning so that’s blowing directly on your face.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“It’s just a headache. I’ll sleep it off after I update Laswell.”

Rudy doesn’t say anything else to you as he drives the two of you back to your hotel except to ask if you want to stop and get something to eat, an offer you turn down. You expect him to drop you at the front door, but he backs into a parking spot expertly, and before you can clamber out of the passenger side, he’s there pulling the door open and taking your elbow to help you out.

You don’t want to hold his hand the way you do, but you stumble over the cracks in the parking lot and he holds you tighter.

“This is the type of place the CIA puts you up in?” He whispers in your ear as the two of you cross the threshold; you shiver and try to tell yourself it’s from the intensely cold air conditioning that hits you like a brick wall.

“The per diem isn’t exactly a huge perk of the job.”

You know better than to expect Rudy to drop you off at the door of your room. If he walked you this far, he’s going to make sure you get all the way in safely; he takes the room key from you gently when you struggle to put it into the key slot. He drops it on top of the press-board dresser that you’d been living out of for the past few weeks and guides you to the bathroom. Pushing you down onto the closed toilet, he elbows the bathroom sink on at the same time.

“I think you need to go back to the doctor, senorita.”

“Rodolfo -”

“I remember telling you to call me Rudy once.”

You remember it too. Three years ago when your wish to be sent back home to Texas had been granted. You had wanted a position at the Houston office, but when the papers rolled into you that you were going back home to South Texas, you hadn’t complained. Anything was better than being stuck in D.C. for another minute.

A new task force had been created - a joint force between the United States and Mexico to attempt to keep the cartel from expanding into new projects. Your first day you’d been taken across the border and introduced to the Vaqueros. You remember how the name had drawn out a barking laugh from you - the men had looked just like the boys you grew up with who used to run around with cap guns and claimed to be cowboys; like some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy brought to life in front of you.

Rudy had been assigned to briefing you on what the Vaqueros knew, and he had told you sternly to call him Rudy, not Rodolfo. But you didn’t listen.

And it hadn’t mattered because you’d only been there for a year before you were called back to D.C. to work on a new project until Hasan had started encroaching into Mexico and you were sent back to live out of a hotel room until it would be decided if you were staying in South Texas long term or not.

Rudy takes one of the pristine white washcloths and runs it under the tap water before bringing it to your face. Instinctively you flinch away, but he holds your shoulder gently and then lets his hand slide up to the opposing temple, keeping you still.

“I’ll be gentle.”

You know he will, but that doesn’t stop you biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to draw blood as he wipes the dirt away from your stitches, and then away from your eyes. When he draws back, the washcloth is a disgusting brown.

He crouches down so that he’s eye level with you, and when he speaks his breath washes over you, making it hard to breath.

“Do you think you’ll live?”

“I can try.”

#my fics #fall4rudy #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #rudy parra #rudy parra x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod rudy #rodolfo rudy parra #rudy cod #rudy x reader #cod rodolfo #rodolfo x reader

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omg i didnt know you have a tumblr! i really love senorita cometa. the story is so interesting, the art is so vibrant and the characters are so lovable and lively. i don’t normally reach for the more action type of webtoons but your comic really got me hooked from the beginning. i can’t wait for the next season but until then im gonna reread. also i love genderbent alex! your art style is so cool!!

Awww thank you so much! I'm doing my best to make the best episodes I can for next season and continue to deliver fun art in the meantime! I hope you stick around! ♥ And thank you once again for the kind words! ♥

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cyberpsychotic-purgatory · 6 months

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Arriving at Red Dirt

Music: IBDY - Likewise

Arriving at "RED DIRT" bar, Paul is found upstairs sitting at a table with a new face next to him. Jack guesses it's his muscle. The man was your typical Animal for hire. Tall, broad frame, borg'd with combat implants, and always a stick up their ass of an attitude.

"Dread, glad you made it."

"Were you expecting trouble?"

"No I'm just tryin to be friendly, relax. Sit down. You wanna drink?"

Jack is about to check the time but considers fuck it instead.

"Yea Gin and Tonic"

"Gin and Tonic!? Woah I need you present here choom. (he waves over a waitress) A couple of Rawdy Dogs. (the waitress leaves) So, how's the racing been? I hear you've been making a name for yourself around town."

"Sounds like you know exactly how the racings been then Paul. Why am I here?"

"Sheesh, not much for small talk huh?"

"It's Tuesday morning and I'm not getting laid cause I've got a stray at my house. Sue me. What's the deets?"

Paul lets out a wry laugh, "Oh ho ho, ok that explains it. Why not just take a trip to J-town or dump a load on a joytoy's back? I know this senorita over at the motel on Bradbury…"

"The deets Paul."

"Alright alright, (The waitress shows up with the beers. Paul waits for her to leave and makes sure there aren't any prying ears. He turns to his bodyguard, who nods his head and turns around, acting a sentry lookout. I've got a client that's asked for YOU specifically."

Jack raises his eyebrow, "Me?"

"You."

"Who?"

"Some bookie outa Watson that's got a debt to collect"

Jack begins to stand up, "What a waste of fuckin ti.."

"10,000 Eurobucks choombata"

Jack pause his stand and looks at Paul, who is currently nodding. Jack re-takes his seat and keeps quiet.

"Client asked for you because you've got a rep for theatrics."

"Theatrics?"

"Yea aparantly a few of your vics didn't flatline and are currently miles deep into a living nightmare they can't seem to wake from."

Jack knows exactly what he's refferring to. A couple days ago, he had a quick small time gig to get back some product for Paul from somebody who klepped it off a runner that was supposed to make a delivery for him. Naturally, Jack slapped on his gas mask and dorphed the place with his own brand of Neocortine gas. The effects are only supposed to last AT MOST, 10 minutes. It must have reacted with something already in their system and extended the effects dramatically. Hmm.. I've gotta figure out what that was

Jack rolls a 16 for Concentration and maintains his focus on Paul.

"The client needs you to collect from a very, uncooperative individual by the name of "Raymond Gladow". Mook outta NID that's got a bit of a following."

Jack's internal red flag goes off at the mention of NID.

"NID? Bit of a reach to hire a merc outa Santo"

"Ah but you're not outa santo are ya? Wellsprings I hear."

"It's still a stretch. What's the catch here? Is he Maelstrom?"

"No no, nothing like that. Guy's just tryin to pull a fast one, muscle his way outta payin what he owes. A bad bet on powerball."

After getting more details from Paul, Jack agrees and leaves.

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #lonc #cyberpunk red #water on mars #cyberpsychotic purgatory #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cyberpunk red campaign #dreadmed #legends of night city #my: oc jack ' dreadmed' adams #story telling #roleplay #Do not steal my art

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