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haravath0t · 5 months

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𝐀 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧-𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐬

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎, 𝚣𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒, 𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚘, 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟹

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ meeting the in-laws during the holidays…how does that work? (genshin men x Filipino!reader)

☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿

₊˚.༄ 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦

Oh, they’d love him.

The minute he walks through the door, his aura is undeniable. He’s practically the dream son-in-law any Filipino parent can ask for.

Taking off shoes at the front door? Check. A put together outfit? Check. Going up to your parents immediately to take their hand and doing the “mano”? Check. Your parents would eat it all up too!

“Ayyy, wow! Mabait s’ya!” (Wow! He’s polite!) “Ang galing naman! Ay thank you, thank you!”

They would even notice that he took care of the refreshments too, it seems. By refreshments, we mean water bottles. Lots of it. It undeniably will be the brand that he likes the best. No, it is not the crystal geyser, no it’s not dasani, just a bunch of “flavored water with the best aftertaste.” (Don’t get your hopes up, it’s good ol’ mineral water.)

It’s all nice and all, but when he sits down? He may not look like it, but he’s a nervous wreck. “Is this alright?” “Perhaps I can say something. But what?” “Hmm, no, not that.” In truth, he’s amazed that he even landed on a beautiful partner, that is you, someone who has exercised so much patience and has taught him ways to express himself. However, to practice all he has learned from you in the face of other people, especially that it’s your parents? It is safe to say even the Iudex himself cannot help but feel queasy.

He cannot bring himself to really start any conversation as much as he would like to, even the bustle of your family slowly trickling in cannot take away the unspoken worries he has. It is thanks to you holding his hand below the table that his worries ease even a little, as well as your inquisitive parents.

The fact that your parents start off by asking questions eases Neuvillette, his posture as elegant as he looks, relax ever so slightly, something you notice by the slightest shift in his seat. The longer they talk to the quiet Iudex, the more your parents are comforted as well. Perhaps their daughter is in good hands, after all.

“Please, do not worry. I shall swear to you that your daughter will live every day knowing how much she means to me.”

ᨒ ₊ ⊹ 𝘻𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪

Like Neuvillette, he’d have an aura that one cannot deny. It’s as though he carries himself with a quiet yet powerful sense of confidence, truly the definition of finesse as he steps in. It’s as though a higher power has stepped into the party. (hah!)

He was well-dressed, having his dress shirt with a nicely placed tie, some nice slacks, and a trench coat that only accentuates his lean visage. As always, his long brown hair was in a ponytail, and he came in with leather gloves.

The way he takes off his shoes and the way he practically bows down to your parents to “mano” them is pretty second nature to him. “Greetings. Thank you for hosting this night for us.” He’d say, and his deep voice along with the gentle tone he uses amuses your parents and even your cousins. Sure they knew he was a good man for you to be married to, and sure they have heard him speak before, but to hear him and be within his vicinity is such a shocker to them!

The titas are fawning over him already, trying to lean closer to hear this man talk, even approaching so that way they can greet him as well. His smile was so kind, his amber eyes something no one can look away from, and his stature made him look much taller than he already is.

In his hands were a container of dumplings that you and he had made together, a suggestion made by him to thank the hosts, your parents. “Ay! Thank you!” Your parents seemed more than pleased. It is when he takes off his gloves and holds your hand does your wedding rings shine in the light, a reminder to the family just who he was happily married to.

They cannot help but talk about you both now, watching Zhongli catch up with your parents quietly, all the while his hand subconsciously places itself on the small of your back, letting you take a plate and dig into the various foods and desserts you would like. Though your parents have talked to Zhongli several times before on smaller visits, they still cannot help but feel some form of intimidation towards the man, feeling as though it was too good to be true.

Your titas love him alright, but your titos? Oh, they envy him. Almost every man in that party does. They felt as though Zhongli needed to be eased in, and what better way than through drinks and games? Mayhaps mahjong? Oh, that’s where they had made a mistake.

Zhongli refuses beer, settling on tea while he talks to the titos with ease, though he wouldn’t hesitate to give out his opinions on some topics, which undeniably tarnish some of the pride your titos came into this party with. The worst part? He’s winning the mahjong matches no matter how many times the titos or your guy cousins switch. The man at this point seems unshakeable! He didn’t show it, but he was getting a hoot out of it.

However, even if it may be so, he’s always coming back to you. Even amidst the noise, his smile truly appears when you’re near. Your parents don’t miss how easily you two reciprocate, and they cannot help but feel relaxed.

“Salamat sa diyos,” (“Thank god”) Your mom sighs, looking at your father. “She’s taken care of.”

₊˚.༄ 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘰

Unlike the previous husbands, Kamisato Ayato is an intimidating type. Rather than him being a bit nervous around your parents, it’s more of them being nervous around him.

They immediately approved of your marriage with him, his name alone already ringing a bell to both your mom and dad. When he met them, asking their blessing in your marriage? Oh, they cannot help but become nervous. They tried to dress their best, you came in with an extra spotless looking household, and the biggest array of Filipino dishes you can even recall. Admittedly, it was a little too much, that you even got a bit annoyed of how they were putting much more effort into this than they should, but you had to just let Ayato be, letting him praise your parents in turn.

When you called your parents to notify them that you two were coming to this year’s Christmas party, it was the same reaction. Even though Ayato does his best to reassure them that he’s just “your husband”, it seems to never be so.

And so, he’s dressed in a simple yet elevated outfit: a light blue collared shirt, paired with a black tie and vest, and a long black trench coat.

The kids loved him, of course, but you can see your parents practically curl up. He greeted your relatives and your parents with ease, amusing them each time he even spoke to you so lovingly.

“My love, let’s grab something delicious to eat.” He’s heard saying to you with a smile, gently guiding you through the crowded house where the trays of food are lined up.

Though many are in awe of the famed Kamisato, they are undeniably going to think of your comparability with the young man too. The titas talk to your parents, and it’s a whole round table in itself.

“Ang pangit ng damit ng anak mo!” (“Your daughter’s clothes look ugly”) A Tita whispers to your mother. “Lalo na sa tabi n’ya.” (“Especially next to him.”)

“Couldn’t your daughter have a better job?” “I feel like this is some joke.” “He could leave her one day, watch…let’s see if she can keep her act together.”

Your ears catch it pretty quickly, the women talking so loud. Undeniably it hurts your mother, but she lets them talk, trying to toughen it out. Ayato is quick to notice your concern.

“Hey,” Ayato chuckles from behind, kissing your temple. “Why don’t you find us a seat? I’ll get us your favorite drink, hm?” His voice, as always, was so sweet, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Fine, fine,” you sigh. “I’ll be in the living room.” Ayato can only smile and look at you with loving eyes. “Good girl.”

And so, you opt to find a cozy seat on the couch in the other room, somewhere by the corner and by the window. Ayato was going to get your drinks from the freezer, yes, but also to make a quick stop.

“Ahh,” Ayato chuckles, standing beside the circle of titas and your own mother. Immediately the chatter dies down, and he practically commands the flow of the topic, all the while he holds onto your drinks. “I don’t want to be so intruding, but I cannot help but overhear what you all are talking about!” It is only then that the titas start to feel a tinge of guilt, and Ayato stops them before they even come up with an excuse.

“Why, if I may add my own contribution, I’d like to offer that before you begin to judge what my wife and I have with one another, that you all consider just what type of people you all are that makes you all so capable of passing judgment, hm? You won’t tarnish my impression of my wife, but you are tarnishing my impression towards you all.”

₊˚.༄ 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢

Oh, your parents had their doubts when they met Childe. They couldn’t help but wonder if he was a bad influence or not, but they decided that they can’t really sway you to reconsider or to think about it a bit more. So alas, when you and your husband come in for the Christmas party, Childe, or rather, Ajax, was already having a happy face.

He looked so cozy in your eyes, dawning a red crew neck sweater with gray pants, all put together with a black belt and a beige coat. No doubt he was handsome, and yet the elders can only stare at this rather loud and rambunctious man that was your husband.

Your parents greet him, but he hugs them! It’s quite a shocker to them, but they couldn’t deny, his charisma was something that had them soften up. “If you don’t mind, I also brought along someone else!” He says to your parents, and before they can question him, out peeps a smaller boy behind his legs, someone who looked similar to Ajax. He had the same red hair and blue eyes, the same freckles, and your parents’ eyes went wide.

Was this his kid? Your stepson? But the questions were immediately answered when your husband spoke: “This is Teucer! My little brother! He has been missing us, so I figured he can come along!”

This made your parents second guess their previous view of Ajax. Did he really speak so highly of you and your parents that he trusted his little brother to come along? Yes, yes he did. The implication alone made them smile. Maybe they needed to rethink this.

“No, it’s okay! Come, go eat na! There’s so much food!” Your mother beckons to Teucer, leaving you and him alone. He’s very affectionate with you, and openly so, that it makes your parents blush. They watch you two settle, watch Ajax sit you down on his lap while he feeds you food from a plate you two are sharing, all while Teucer fights his older brother to snuggle up to you.

That’s only temporary, though, especially when the little boy gets whisked away by your own young nieces and nephews, causing the kids to be even louder than usual. Still, this gets your father and mother to talk to him.

“So Ajax…” They start asking him questions one by one, and each makes them slowly relax. He’s ticking all the requirements: he’s making a steady income, you and him are getting along fine, and that you’re also being well received by his own family.

But then comes a dreaded distraction: a yelling noise from a chorus of men that was your Tito’s. And Ajax’s head snaps in curiosity. “Oh, don’t mind them,” your father waves dismissively. “Pacquiao is fighting tonight.” It was then you see Ajax’s eyes widen. “Wait. Like the boxer?!” “YES!”

Your father did an immediate 180 if he hadn’t already. For all you know, Ajax wasn’t yours any longer, for he was already given a bottle of beer and within the crowd of various Tito’s, seeing him mimic punches as though Pacquiao himself was being coached by this man.

Your mother couldn’t help but laugh with you, seeing the Tito’s and a now buzzed Ajax talk amongst themselves as though they have known each other as long as you and him have.

“You know, anak?” Your mother starts, looking over at the sight of all these men gathered around the TV while your husband screams alongside your mother’s husband. “You were right. You married a good guy, a good family oriented guy. I like it.”

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cherrynwinesk · 9 months

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my first request is me not being an anon 🤭 anyway i saw ur quackity post about treating his s/o like a princess and i was like “AAWWWW QUE LINDOOOO” SO maybe u can do some headcanons of that? or lo que tu quieras 🤷‍♀️

(also i love the fact u do spanish and english content 🫶🏻 spanish is my first language so seeing content in my mother tongue is very warming 🫶🏻)

🍒: Mucha graciaaaaas!!! Creeme que yo también buscaba contenido en español y es súper limitado, y dije "no me voy a quedar esperando a que alguien más lo haga y voy hacerlo yo". Te lo voy a poner en ambos idiomas porque Quackity internacional. Gracias por tu apoyo, espero que mi blog sea un lugar seguro<333

Princess Treat Headcanon's ~ Quackity

Story g: Sfw / Soft

Language: English / Español

⚠️: None/Ninguno

CC's: Quackity, ElQuackity (bc both languages lol)

Reader g: Female / Femenino

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

»Español;

•Tiene su grado de caballerosidad siempre independientemente de quién sea la otra mujer, amigas, hermana, mamá, alguna familiar tuya

•Mientras te pretende, él siempre va a ser caballeroso

•Siendo novios esa caballerosidad es exclusiva, este trato no lo va a tener nadie más que tu

•Comenzando por lo básico, él siempre abrirá la puerta para ti, restaurante, casa o cualquier lugar. Quackity siempre abrirá la puerta para que tú puedas pasar primero sin tener que hacer el esfuerzo de empujar la puerta por tu propia cuenta

•Quackity también abre la puerta de su carro para ti, pero en este caso, una vez abierta la puerta él extiende su mano para que puedas tomarla y apoyarte en él para salir del asiento del copiloto

•Él nunca, nunca, va a llamarte con un insulto, ni por más pequeño que sea el insulto como "tonta" o cualquier otro

•Nunca va a faltarte el respeto haciendo comentarios sugerentes en momentos no indicados

•E incluso en momentos indicados, él siempre va hablarte o dirigirse hacia ti sin obsenidades

•Carga en su carro algunas sandalias o crocs cómodos por si en alguna cita tus zapatos empiezan a lastimar tus pies

•Quackity es un hombre proveedor

•Tus comidas siempre las paga él sin ninguna condición o esperar algo a cambio

•Siempre hay un pequeño detalle en tu cuerpo, como alguna cadena, pulcera o anillo que lo representen a él como tú novio

•Sin la necesidad de marcarte posesivamente

•"Está joya es un regalo de mi novio" y con eso él está presente en tu vida

»English;

•He always has his degree of chivalry regardless of who the other woman is, friends, sister, mother, any relative of yours.

•While you are dating, he's always going to be chivalrous.

•Being a couple that chivalry is exclusive, this deal will not have anyone else but you

•Starting with the basics, he will always open the door for you, restaurant, home or anywhere. Quackity will always open the door so you can go through first without having to push the door yourself.

•Quackity also opens his car door for you, but in this case, once the door is open he extends his hand so you can take it and lean on him to get out of the passenger seat

•He will never, never, call you an insult, no matter how small the insult is like "stupid" or any other

•He will never disrespect you by making suggestive comments at inappropriate times.

•And even at the right times, he will always talk to you or address you without obscenity

•Carry some comfortable sandals or crocs in his car in case your shoes start to hurt your feet on a date

•Quackity is a provider man

•Your meals are always paid for by him without any conditions or expecting something in return

•There is always a small detail on your body, like a chain, bracelet or ring that represents him as your boyfriend.

•Without the need to mark you possessively

•"This jewel is a gift from my boyfriend" and with that he is present in your life

#qsmp quackity #quackity #quackity fluff #quackity smp #dsmp quackity #mcytblr #mcyt #qsmp #fem reader #female #gn reader #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #quackity x reader #Quackity soft #sfw blog #sfw littlespace #fluff #mcyt x y/n

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esquen · 1 year

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dad!gavi pt 1

summary ;; gavi coming home to his pregnant wife

“llegue!” “i’m here!” gavi called out, the sound of his car keys and him removing his shoes filled his ears. “hola cariño.” he walked behind the couch and gave you a quick peck on the forehead, walking around to sit next to you.

“hi.” you smiled and curled your body into his, enjoying the warmth he was radianting. “cómo estuvo su día?” “how was your day?” he asked, rubbing your arm slightly.

“bien. ella me estaba dando problemas.” “good. she was giving me problems.” you shrugged, referring to your baby. gavis left hand moved down your body and stayed flat ontop of your belly as your eyes closed in bliss.

the feeling of butterflies erupted in your tummy as you looked down and saw your stomach move a tiny bit, gavi gasping at the feeling. “ella pateó mi mano! lo sentiste?!” “she kicked my hand! did you feel it?!” he whispered excitedly, rubbing his hands over your tummy again.

“si, lo sentir.” “yeah, i felt it.” you giggled at his reaction and laid a hand softly ontop of his, watching as he stared down. his arms wrapped around your waist, careful as to not squeeze you too hard

“te quiero. princesa uno,” “i love you. princess one,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek and moved lower down, pressing another one to your belly “y princesa dos.” “and princess two.” you smiled and ran your fingers through his hair as he settled into the couch.

“ella va a jugar fútbol.” “she’s gonna play football.”

#gavi imagine #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi blurb #pablo gavi smut #pablo gavi #dad!gavi

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altairasart · 3 months

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PLEASE BE CAREFUL!!

Kanini was not in a good mood, she made angry faces while she was sitting deep in the cave, the moan of annoyance that came out of her echoed between the walls. Eduardo heard Kanini furious from afar, he cautiously approached without knowing what was happening. What had caused the big blonde girl's anger?

Eduardo, already being in the same room as Kanini, watched as the girl complained about something inside her mouth. "What happened, big girl?" she asked, approaching the height of Kanini's tennis shoes. "Shit… I've been fighting for a few hours with something stuck between my teeth, I tried to move it with my hand but I think it fell deeper" she exclaimed frustratedly, pointing at her maw. "umm…do you want to take a look?" Eduardo asked without shame. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to let you near my mouth!" With annoyance she responded only to close her mouth frustrated by the uncomfortable sensation between her teeth "Well… then you leave me no choice but to let you continue complaining about whatever you have in your big mouth" without further ado she responded, climbing the foot of the girl resting on the tip of her tennis "Ugh, well… but be careful… I'm afraid you'll fall into my mouth…" "I'm not afraid, I trust you won't eat me" Español 🟢⚪🔴

Kanini no estaba de buen humor, hacia muecas molesta mientras estaba sentada en lo profundo de la cueva, entre las paredes resonaba el quejido de molestia que de ella salia, Eduardo escucho desde lo lejos a Kanini furiosa, con cautela se acerco sin saber que ocurria, ¿que habia causado el enfado de la gran chica rubia?

Eduardo ya estando en la misma habitación que Kanini observo como la chica se quejaba por algo dentro de su boca "Que paso grandota?" pregunto acercándose a la altura de los tenis de Kanini "Mierda… llevo unas hora peleando con algo atascado entre mis dientes, intente moverlo con mi mano pero creo cayo mas profundo" exclamo frustrada señalando a sus fauces. " umm… quieres le de un vistazo?" pregunto Eduardo sin pena. "Estas loco si crees que dejare que te acerques a mi boca!" Con molestia respondió solo para cerrar su boca frustrada por la incomoda sensación entre sus dientes "Bueno… entonces no me dejas de otra que dejar que te sigas quejando por lo que sea que tengas en tu bocotá" sin mas respondió escalando el pie de la chica descansando en la punta de su tenis "Agh, bueno… pero ten cuidado… me da miedo que caigas en mi boca…" "Yo no tengo miedo, confió que no me comerás"

#giant/tiny #digital art #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #giantess #g/t #gianttiny #character art #gt community #original character #gtfluff #gt fluff #gentle giant #giant #mouth #big mouth #my oc art

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flan-tasma · 3 months

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fem reader cuddling w freminet maybe? pls and thank you 🤲💙

💖~ Your wish is my command! Loving Freminet here!

Warning: Nope now💖, Fem!Reader | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

A Freminet le costó bastante aprender a aceptar el afecto físico de tu parte. Al inicio de la relación le parecía aún muy extraño tomar tu mano y no avergonzarse por ello, o recibir besos en su mejilla como muestra de cariño. Siempre se volvía más tímido de lo normal, no se movía y te dejaba bañarlo con todo el amor que quisieras darle. Fue cuestión de tiempo que descubriera los placeres de tenerte para él.

Un día entero en la playa era divertido, jugaban en la arena y buceaban, bailaban en el mar y saltaban hasta la superficie haciendo carreras, era de las pocas ocasiones en las que podrías ver a Freminet sonriendo sin timidez. Pero la mejor parte, su favorita incluso, era cuando recogían sus cosas de la arena, limpiaban sus zapatos y se tomaban de la mano para regresar a casa. El trayecto era emocionante, con un silencio acogedor o una plática tranquila, cualquier cosa le ayudaba, pero siempre recordaba lo que le esperaba en casa.

Se bañarían y comerían algo, habrían más risas mientras ambos ya vestían sus ropas para dormir, y finalmente el corazón de Freminet se calentaría entre las sábanas, ambos escondidos de la luna que entraba por la ventana, leyendo un cuento con la ayuda de una linterna como un par de niños que se quedan hasta tarde despiertos. Sus brazos sobre ti, los tuyos abrazándolo, él estaría bien con eso y las piernas que se enredan hasta caer dormidos, el libro se queda en algún lado junto a ustedes y Freminet intenta tenerte lo más cerca posible. Siente la calidez de tu cuerpo junto al suyo, el aroma de tu shampoo lo arrulla y la suavidad de la cama lo ínsita a dormir, pero ambos se mantienen despiertos, de vez en cuando acercándose más y rozando sus extremidades con cariño. Nunca falta algún beso robado que da fruto a una sonrisa cansada. Nunca falta que Freminet se sienta tan a gusto contigo que su respiración se relentiza y sus latidos te llaman para que duermas con él, y sientes un último apretón en tu espalda antes de que ambos caigan dormidos entre los brazos del otro.

English:

It took a lot for Freminet to learn to accept physical affection from you. At the beginning of the relationship it still seemed very strange to him to hold your hand and not be embarrassed by it, or to receive kisses on his cheek as a sign of affection. He always became shyer than normal, he wouldn't move and let you shower him with all the love you wanted to give him. It was a matter of time before he discovered the places to have you to himself.

A whole day at the beach was fun, you played in the sand and dived, danced in the sea and jumped to the surface doing races, it was one of the few occasions when you could see Freminet smiling without shyness. But the best part, his favorite even, was when you picked your things from the sand, cleaned your shoes and held hands to return home. The journey was exciting, with a cozy silence or a calm conversation, anything helped him, but he always remembered what awaited him at home.

You would bathe and eat something, would be more laughter while both were already dressed in your sleeping clothes, and finally Freminet's heart would warm between the sheets, both hiding from the moon that came through the window, reading a story with the help of a flashlight, like a couple of kids who stay up late. His arms on you, yours hugging him, he would be fine with that and your legs tangled until you fall asleep, the book stays somewhere next to you and Freminet tries to keep you as close as possible. He feels the warmth of your body next to his, the aroma of your shampoo lulls him and the softness of the bed urges him to sleep, but you both stay awake, from time to time getting closer and touching his limbs affectionately. There is never missing a stolen kiss that gives fruit to a tired smile. Is never missing that Freminet feels so comfortable with you that his breathing slows and his heartbeat calls you to sleep with him, and you feel one last press on your back before you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

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agaypanic · 1 year

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Hello, I've been looking for something about reese wilkerson But there's not much about him, so I saw you write for him.

I wanted to know if you could write about reese with a girlfriend who is the complete opposite of him as she is super nice and cute to everyone but no one understands how she is reese's girlfriend .

Algo así como que la gente los mire raro cuando caminan de la mano o Malcolm los mire mientras cocinan juntos riéndose.

Incluso ellos hablan y usan apodos lindos mientras caminan en el centro comercial o Reese es un novio protector porque hay personas que quieren aprovecharse de la amabilidad de su novia.

Sorry if it's a lot you can take some things out if you think it is

Disculpe las molestias o si hay algún error. El inglés no es mi primer idioma.

Reese Wilkerson With a Complete Opposite GF Headcanons

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You two first met in class

The teacher sat him next to you in hopes that you could keep him quiet

That didn’t work

Seeing you for the first time made him want to talk more, but to you

You would always help him with his homework and in-class assignments

“Do you need help?” You asked after watching him stare at his paper without a move for 5 minutes.

“Nah, I just won’t do it.” Reese shrugged, ready to toss the paper in his backpack where he’d forget about it. You scooted closer to him, making him stop.

“Are you sure? I can explain it if you want? I’d hate to see you fail.” He looked at you and became entranced with your sweet smile.

“O-Okay.”

Reese liked that you never made him feel dumb when he didn’t understand something

He gets into fewer fights, not wanting to disappoint you

But if anyone says something about you?

It’s on sight

“I just don’t know why you did that, Reese. You could’ve walked away.” You gently lectured as you cleaned up his busted-up knuckles.

“He deserved it.” The boy grumbled, wincing slightly as you patted his wounds with hydrogen peroxide. You didn’t speak again until you put the last bandaid on.

“Promise that you won’t get into stupid fights over me.” You held your pinky out, and Reese’s heart melted at the sight. He reluctantly hooked his pinky with yours.

“Promise.”

He still got into the occasional fight over you, but he was much more secretive about it

When he brought you to meet the family for the first time, everyone was shocked

Why was this super sweet girl dating an absolute hooligan???

Lois thought it was a joke at first

But when she saw how Reese looked at you when you interacted with him and his family, she knew it was real

You were talking to Dewey about his musical interests after dinner. Reese didn’t care what in particular you were talking about. He just liked seeing the smile on your face as you talked about it with his brother.

When you had to go home, he insisted on taking you. He waited at the front door for you to grab your things when Dewey came up to him.

“Your girlfriend’s cool.” Reese gave a dopey smile, watching you tie your shoes on.

“Hell yeah, she is.”

He’s so whipped for you

You wanna hold hands? Absolutely

Have a date idea that you think is really cute and fun? Let’s do it right now

Wanna paint his nails? Only if they match yours

“Are you wearing nail polish?” Malcolm asked, looking at his brother’s hands.

“Yeah.” The little smile on Reese’s face as he looked at your work disappeared, turning into a threatening look as he eyed Malcolm. “Got a problem with it?”

Gets jealous or worried that you’ll leave him for someone else

Reese needs constant reassurance that you love him

“Reese, I wouldn’t leave you for anyone. You know that, right?” He sighed, running a hand over his face.

“I know. It’s just….” He sat up from his reclined position on his bed, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “What if everyone’s right?”

“About what?”

“Us! I mean, you’re you, and I’m me. I still can’t believe you agreed to go out with me in the first place.”

“Oh, Reese.” You cooed, lifting his head so he’ll make eye contact with you. “I went out with you because I liked you. And I stayed because I still like you.” He stayed quiet for a minute, processing your words.

“Promise?” He asked meekly. You smiled, raising your pinky so he could latch his to yours.

“Promise.”

Would do anything for you

Some people still don’t understand how you guys are together

But it’s okay because you two understand, and in the end, that’s all that matters

#reese wilkerson #reese wilkerson x reader #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic #reese wilkerson headcanons

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matt0044 · 5 months

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”Reverse Trinity Syndrome” or why “The Final Day” works.

One sticking point of the finale to Gabriel’s run as main antagonist was the absence of Adrien in the final battle. Fans felt cheated out of Chat Noir facing his father and learning exactly what he’d become. That said... I feel like it being Bug Noir vs. Monarch is inaccurate when it's more like Marinette vs. Gabriel.

Marinette fighting for the one she loves and finally had the courage to kiss before the Perfect Alliance outbreak. Gabriel fighting for the wish he's spent the better part of a year grasping for. Season 5 spent quite a bit of time establishing tension between them as civilians with a classic "rich boy's parent disapprovals of peasent girl" dynamic.

The Miraculous was just the icy on the cake.

There's also something about Adrien, the male lead, being in captivity while Marinette, the female lead, is the one to take on the big bad mano e mano that reminds me of this article a while back that discussed a similar plot beat but with the genders reversed:

We’re losing all our Strong Female Characters to Trinity Syndrome

by Tasha Robinson

Since Tumblr's crap with links, I recommending googling the article itself.

The gist of the article was criticism of action films be they live or animated where the third act would have the female lead or a significant female character benched for the rest of the climax. Examples include Valka from How To Train Your Dragon 2, Wyldstyle from The Lego Movie (The Second Part was totes underrated) and Trinity from The Matrix if the name didn't give it away.

For me, Chat Noir being benched hit differently since I often had this frustration growing up. Sure, it was about the male hero mostly buuuuuut the set up for the heroine to be this awesome-sauce mentor, friend, parent or love interest would often be met with a lacking pay-off.

Similarly, I had been viewing Naruto and certainly felt that Sakura lacked prescene in Team 7's battles. Especially one their first mission where she's guarding their escort but doesn't even get any mook to throw down with at least. It felt like the trio was Kakashi, Naruto and Sasuke if anything.

So... having Adrien as part of the battle might've distracted from Marinette's part of the battle and SHE is the Guardian who lost the Kwamis.

This isn't to say one couldn't feel that Adrien risking transforming and flying to Paris was missing. Like Bug Noir could stay but Adrien flying off only for the Nightmares to get to him too much and have the Resistence bail him out.

Though, under that train of thought, I will admit that I wish that Adrien revealed himself as Cat Noir to Marinette before Monarch arrives to shoe him away. Evolve the love square at least a touch more as all.

Personally, I wished Alya transformed with Plagg.

In any case, I feel like Marinette and Gabriel have some parallels to each other with each other often pulling overt schemes to get the love of their life. Not in the same way of course but Marinette is still the one to overcome her more iffy habits and ACTUAL TRAUMA FROM CHLOE PUTTING KIM UP TO PRANK HER.

"Derision" was wild, y'all.

Thus not going the "I am your father" approach was valid.

#marinette dupain cheng #gabriel agreste #adrien agreste #adrienette #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #ladybug #chat noir #monarch #monarch butterfly #mlb season 5 spoilers #miraculous spoilers #miraculous #miraculous season 5 #miraculous season 5 spoilers

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angelslittlewritingcorner · 5 days

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I have a Adam x lute x Reader idea

What if they played a card game (like uno) or just a game in general but whenever someone loses they have to take off a piece of their clothes but then lute and Adam team up to make the reader lose almost every round then they play with the prize 🤭🫣

I thought the idea was really cool and had to write it straight away. Hope you like it

Warnings: Language and Smut a lot of it , MDNI

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Dating Adam and Lute

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‘Snacks?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Pillows?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Drinks?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Games?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Adam?’ ‘Should be here in a minute’ Lute nodded in satisfaction and turned to Y/N. She had coerced the arms into helping her set up the game night. Y/N didn't complain though, at least she got to spend more time with her friend. At last Adam and she had more than just a few hours a day to spend with her. Sera was always hogging her and forcing her to do chores. Sometimes she felt really neglected.

The door of the three's flat was flung open and Adam stomped in with a pizza box in his hand. ‘I've got the goods ladies,’ he said and winked at Y/N. She giggled slightly and held out her hands. ‘Nah, you'll eat it by yourself later’ he said and kicked his shoes into a corner. He took the pizza and put it on the table where everything was already ready. ‘So can we get started?’ ‘Yes we can, we were just waiting for you Adam’ Lute said and sat down opposite him. Y/N grabbed one of the cushions and sat down at the table too. ‘What do we start with?’ ‘Strippoker’ Adam said and Lute rolled her eyes. ‘No’ ‘Mano then something else with cards. I want to play cards!’ They discussed for a short while and then decided on a game. They played a few rounds, ate, drank and talked about their day. Y/N couldn't imagine anything better at that moment. Quiet moments like this were far too rare with the two of them

‘The game's getting boring, let's make it a bit more interesting,’ said Adam, stuffing a few crisps into his mouth. ‘Let me guess, you want to do your usual stupid things again?’ asked Lute, grinning slightly. She too found such moments with her lovers relaxing. ‘Fine,’ said Y/N. After all, it was always fun when the situation got spicy.

Lute lost the first round. She took her socks off and Adam just rolled his eyes. Adam lost the next two rounds and was sitting in front of them in just socks and boxers. Y/N soon followed his example and was also only wearing underwear. ‘Damn Lute how do you always do that?’ ‘Well, I'd say it's easy to do’ She brushed her hair back slightly and scrutinised Y/N intently. That could only mean something good, Y/N thought, and she sat up straight to show off her bust. Maybe she could make Lute lose today.

Y/N stared at her cards in disbelief - she had lost again. She only had one piece of clothing left. Her tactics had not worked. She sighed and stood up. Slowly, she pulled down her panties and bared herself to her two lovers. ‘I don't want to play anymore,’ she said and pulled a pout. ‘Tough luck but me,’ Adam said and stood up as well. ‘Still, I must say the prize looks pretty hot, doesn't it Dangertits?’ Lute nodded. ‘We really deserve it’ ‘WE?! Have you been playing together again?’ Lute smiled innocently at her. ‘Yes, at least it's fun to have you whimpering among us’

The two of them had tricked her again. She rolled her eyes and Adam put a hand to her cheek. ‘Kitten you have to be able to lose’ before Y/N could say anything back, he put his lips on hers and massaged her mouth. That idiot, why is he so good at it? How could she be mad at him? He put a hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him. She didn't even hear Lute walk away to get something. Adam's hand wandered down to her bum and massaged it lightly while their tongues engaged in a battle she was only too willing to lose.

Adam only broke away from her when they both heard a low growl. Lute apparently wanted to have fun too. She immediately took Adam's place and kissed Y/N. She held her close to her and stroked her spine. Goosebumps spread across Y/N's skin and a familiar heat spread through her belly. If Adam kissed her like a man, then Lute kissed her like a god. She could go on like this for hours.

While she was busy with Lute, she felt Adam spreading a little lubricant on her. At least they weren't going to hurt her today. That was good, because she was still a little sore from the last time. Adam pushed a finger inside her and she moaned into Lute's mouth. She pushed against his fingers and the heat in her belly continued to spread and seemed to take over her. He slipped another finger inside her and stretched her a little. Y/N reached for Lute's trousers. She needed more physical contact and the light-haired girl still had far too much on.

She briefly detached herself from her and got rid of her clothes before Y/N would tear them. Adam pulled his fingers out of her and slowly began to push his dick into her. She hissed slightly. The stretch he created inside her was heavenly. Lute pulled her back against him and Adam took this as an opportunity to push himself deeper into her. She was trapped between her lovers and yet felt freer than ever. She let her hand wander to Lute's breasts and began to play with them while Adam thrust himself into her. ‘Fuck,’ he grunted, digging his fingers into her hips. ‘Do you always have to be this tight?’ She nodded and kissed Lute's neck. Lute kept stroking her head and mumbling something about ‘good girl’ Y/N let her other hand wander between Lute's legs and began to play with her. She was so wet for her. She always seemed so hard on the outside but she could be different. She slipped a finger inside Lute and gasped as Adam increased his pace. ‘More’ Lute demanded and Y/N had difficulty obeying her command. However, she slipped another finger inside her and matched Adam's pace. Soon the three of them were a ball of body parts and moans. Y/n climaxed a few times, clawing at one of them in the process. How did they manage to get her to give herself to them every time? A few hours later, Y/n slumped down and pressed herself against Adam's chest, who laughed lightly.

‘Fuck that was good’ Adam said and Lute nodded. ‘Another round of cards’ ‘Yeah’ This was going to be a long night.

#hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin vaggie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel charlie #adam #lute #adam x lute x reader #adam x lute #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel exorcists #guitarspear

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glamstitchez · 2 years

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Bunny rompers with classic sneakers for twins 🐰🐰

Size 3 to 6 months

Bunny romper pattern: @aleksandracrochet

Classic sneakers pattern: @showroomcrochet

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cuartoretorno · 2 years

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Habla Malón! esta agenda es para este fin de mes de Agosto! parece que hay mucho por hacer, Arte y sus previas escuchando Skabillys ! con los Turbopotamos! que proceda! hablamos mañana Bro! 25/08/22

#cuento con mis manos mitos y leyendas de Perú #dramaturgia #creación de arte #narración escénica #canon #david la chapelle #el mes de la fotografia #turbopotamos #turbofiesta #casa poco floro #skabillys #cigarros pall mall #ron cartavio #dr martens #vans shoes #vans old skool #cervezas y chicas

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vukovich · 1 year

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ginger chew candy

voyeurism

go.

thx thx thx

You spelled "Draco Malfoy's Bad at Slang" wrong. It's okay. We all struggle. **GBK** (GirlBoss Kisses)

-- Trist a Phwaze

The muffled sounds of Harry and Malfoy shouting at each other only brought a tired sigh from Ron.

The shoulder of his Auror robes clung to the brick wall like weak Velcro. He watched the red wool fibres release the masonry.

This was the third time in as many months that Harry had insisted on changing their foot patrol route to include passing by Malfoy's new apothecary. 'New' to Malfoy. The building was one solid sneeze from collapsing out onto Horizont.

Ron sighed and stepped into the shop. The whole place was inside out and upside down. Boxes were stuck to the ceiling with magic that stretched like old glue.

"You know what, Potter?!" Draco was screaming, leaning over the wooden counter. "Let's have it out when you're off duty!"

Harry went on tiptoe, hips against the counter. "You know what?!" he shouted, jabbing a finger against Malfoy's chest. "I'd fuckin' love to!"

"Yeah?" Draco tugged on his tie knot. "Let's fight, then, Potter. Mano a mano."

"Why wait 'til I clock out?"

"Sure!" Draco snapped. "You want it to go, Potter?"

Ron snorted under his breath as he leaned in the doorway.

"What?" Harry said.

Draco had a death grip on the counter edge. "I said, do... you... want.. it... to..." he shoved Harry's finger away, "go?"

"Do I want it to go? Am I ordering takeaway?"

Ron hid another snort in his robe collar and pretended to inspect a wall of tinctures.

"Yeah," Draco snarled, puffing up his chest. "I'll fucking take you away."

Harry snorted this time and whispered over his shoulder to Ron, "Calgon, take me away."

Ron winked and said, "Think he'd rather take you out, to be honest."

Draco huffed like an annoyed horse. "I'm going to take you out!"

Harry cocked his head. "Is that so? Take me out? Really, Malfoy? Is that what you meant to say?"

"Yes! I am."

Ron checked the price on a teething ring and put it back. "Better do it proper, Malfoy. Flowers and all. You'll have me to deal with if you don't."

Harry rolled his eyes at Ron.

"Yeah!" Draco shouted. "I'm going to take you out, Potter. Flowers for your grave and everything," he sneered. "What kind of flowers do you like, Potter?"

"Uh... Roses?" Harry turned at the waist and flipped Ron off.

"Good! Because you are getting... You are getting... Ohhhh," he said wagging a finger. "You are going to get it."

"You give it to him, Malfoy!"

"Oh, I will! Rest assured!"

Harry hid his face in his hands.

Ron sniffed a satchel that reeked of pot, then slipped it in his pocket. "You go and fuck him up, Malfoy."

"Oh, I will! I will fuck him all up and down."

Ron took a second satchel as a future peace offering.

Harry bounced the toe of his shoe against the counter. "Malfoy? Uhm. Do you want to take me out on a date?"

"Oh. I suppose we could schedule it for a later date. You really should be off-duty for it. How is Friday? The 16th?"

"Uhm..." Harry said suspiciously. "Just to clarify, you want to take me out? On a date?"

"Yes. Be here on Friday at say, 5 PM?"

Harry nodded vacantly. "I..."

"And I am bringing roses," Draco said, as if roses were nuclear bombs. "For you."

"Uhm," Harry said, shaking his head, "what should I wear? A suit, or...? What?"

Draco chortled like an 8-bit level boss. "Ho ho, yes, you should wear a suit fit to be buried in, Potter, because," he stabbed Harry in the chest with a knobby finger, "I am going to lay... you... down."

Harry hid his face in his hands again. He turned to peek at Ron, shielding his face from Draco. He shook his head in a silent plea for help.

"Out?" Ron mouthed. "Lay you out?"

Harry gave him a helpless shrug.

Ron jerked his head at Draco to get his attention. "I'll bet you lay 'em real good, Malfoy."

"Yeah!" Draco barked.

Harry stomped a heel and turned to glare over his shoulder at Ron. "Stop."

Draco crossed his arms. "I do lay them, Weasley! The last man I laid had to call off work in the morning!"

Ron nodded sagely. "Hardcore."

Draco preened. "Hardest core you've ever seen. And Potter's gonna see it alllllll." He huffed at Harry.

In that moment something in Harry broke. Ron couldn't have said exactly what it was. Maybe his pride, or his dignity, or something like that.

He turned and whispered to Ron, "Can I borrow a pair of dress socks? I guess?"

Ron popped a candy from a bowl in his mouth. "Nope." Peppermint. "Buy your own damn socks. Besides, I think the Malfoy Menace here is gonna knock those socks right off you. Aren't you, Champ?"

Draco nodded sharply and stared daggers at Harry. "Damn straight."

"Least straight conversation I've ever heard," Ron muttered around the peppermint.

The bell above the door jingled, and Hermione walked in with a cranky Hugo on her hip. She stopped just inside the doorway and looked back and forth between the three men.

Draco yelled first. "We are going at it, Granger! This is not a sight for women and children!"

Baffled, she looked to Harry, but all he did was cringe. "Ron?" she asked.

Ron cleared his throat and said, "Harry and Malfoy are finally gonna fuck."

Draco squawked, "WHAT?!" like an irate goose.

Harry's blush looked febrile in nature.

Hermione snorted so hard, Ron briefly worried she'd dislodged a tonsil. She hid behind a display of teething biscuits to recover her composure. The boxes wobbled when she laughed.

Draco smoothed his palms down his shirtfront and visibly tried to slow his breathing.

"Well," he finally said. "Potter."

Harry squeaked.

"I hope," Draco said with fragile calm, "that you own a decent suit."

Even the backs of Harry's ears were scarlet. "I... Uh... I do."

"Good!" Draco said curtly. He took a shuddery inhale and eyed the doorway behind the counter. "I have to..." He gulped and took a long stride toward the door. "Stockroom!"

#drarry #write the bad jokes you want to see in the world #peculiar prompts #peculiar prompt

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newhectorroso49 · 2 months

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After dinner and a few glasses of wine, we went up to the hotel, I opened the door and stood aside so she could pass, I saw her walk inside, slowly moving her hips, I knew he was watching her, she took off the straps of her pretty black dress and it slid gently down her shoulders to her waist, she gave it a little push and she fell to the floor, she took out her beautiful feet protected by impeccable black high-heeled shoes, she approached the bed and remained motionless on the edge He waited to hear me close the door, he raised one leg and turned, looking me in the eyes, I could see his stretched leg and his bent leg that made his ass stick out, he sat me down and took out his wet tongue to walk around, wetting his upper lip while his gaze scanned me from the top down; He knew what awaited him, he raised his other leg and placing his head on the bed he waited for me to decide what I would do with it; I removed the ribbons that held the curtains, drawing them, not letting in any of the colorful night lights that illuminated the noisy city.

I forced her to sit on her ankles, keeping her head close to the bed, I put her hands back and joined them to her ankles, while I began to tie her wrists to her legs, leaving her immobilized; I spread her legs and, grabbing her tiny panties, tore them off with a strong pull, which I pressed and slid over her skin. I opened my hand and hit her hard on one of her buttocks, she screamed. "If you scream again, I'll hit you harder," I told him; and with the other hand he hit the other buttock just as hard, she joined her pretty red lips and not a single noise came out of her tight mouth. I bent down and blew on her buttocks, I spread them apart and continued blowing, her inner area could already be seen to be shining with moisture, I also observed that her skin was crawling...

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tras la cena y unos copas de vino, subimos al hotel, abri la puerta y me eche a un lado para que pudiera pasar, la vi caminar a su interior, moviendo lentamente sus caderas, sabia que la observaba, se quito los tirantes del bonito vestido negro y este se deslizo suavemente por sus hombros hasta su cintura, le dio un pequeño empujón y cayo al suelo, saco sus bonitos pies protejidos por unos impecables zapatos negro de tacon alto, se acerco a la cama y se quedo inmovil en el borde, espero a escuchar que yo cerraba la puerta, subio una pierna y se giro, mirandome a los ojos, yo podia ver su pierna estirada y su pierna flexionada que hacían que su culo sobresaliera, me senrio y saco su lengua humeda a pasear humedeciendose el labio superior mientras me escaneaba su mirada de arriba a abajo; sabia que era lo que le esparaba, subio la otra pierna y ponendo su cabeza sobre la cama espero a que yo decidiera que haria con ella; quite las cintas que sujetanaban las cortinas, corriendo las, no dejando pasar nunguna de las coloridas luces nocturnas que iluminaban la ruidosa ciudad.

La obligue a sentarse sobre sus tobillos manteniendo la cabeza pegada a la cama, echo sus manos hacia atras y las unio a sus tobillos, mientras yo comenzaba a atar sus muñecas a sus piernas, quedando inmovilizada; separe sus piernas y cojiendo sus diminutas bragas se las arranque de un fuerte tiron, que presiono y se deslizó por su piel. Abri la mano y la golpee con fuerza en una de sus plaquecinas nalgas, ella grito. — si vuelves a gritar te dare mas fuerte — le dije; y con la otra mano golpe la otra nalga igual de fuerte, ella unio sus bonitos labios rojos y no salio ni un solo ruido de su apretada boca. Me agache y le sople las nalgas, se las separe y segui soplando, su zona inteior ya se veia que brillaba por la humedad, tambien observe que se erizaba su piel...

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