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imninahchan · 4 months

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⌜ 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: strangers to lovers, my poor spanish skills, casual and unprotected sex [you can't do that, c'mon!], readerʼs a brazilian woman, some portuguese words, dirty talk, age difference, finger sucking, male oral, manhandling, light pussy spanking, ʽpapiʼ, dumbification, dacryphilia. ˚ ☽ ˚.⋆ ⌝

꒰ 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹ʼ𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 ꒱ sooo never thought about posting something in eng but @femmechaotic (thx baby) showed me her translation and i gave it a second chance. This was originally written by me in portuguese, thatʼs why the reader is brazilian. Eng is not our first language, sorry for any mistakes, just posting for the fun of it♡

𓍢ִ໋🀦 HE'S THE KIND OF MAN YOU'LL ONLY MEET ONCE IN A LIFETIME ─────

You realized this from the moment you laid eyes on him for the first time. Sitting a couple of tables away from his, on the balcony of the hotel lobby.

You simply couldn't help but notice it: the thick strands of dark hair, how his hands run through it, as the gentle morning wind blowed. The basic white tank top, a coat hanging over the chair next to him at the table. His big and pointed nose, his eyes hidden mysteriously behind the lenses of the fancy sunglasses.

He's definitely not Brazilian. You could tell just by the food he chose from the buffet on his plate. Youʼre just so genuinely intrigued by the whole set of ongoings, obsessed with watching him, that you forgot about your own — boring — breakfast. The buns were cooling next to the black coffee in the porcelain cup.

You wanted to open the messaging app on your phone and send a sassy comment to your best friend, saying something like: “omg u won't believe how cute is the guy i just saw”, but you didn't even have time for that. The man raises his chin, with his attention shifting from the phone device in his hands to noticing your presence ahead.

You look down immediately, feeling as if you had committed a crime and you've just been caught in the act. You bite your lip, trying to hold down a childish smile, like a vicious little girl. Your palms starts sweating; suddenly cold. The intention was to keep yourself busy with the porcelain cup in the short meantime, trying to deal with the awkward sensation of being caught.

Itʼs not working, of course. You didn't know whether to drink or not, sometimes you try to sip the hot liquid, but you give up halfway through, lost like a robot in a breakdown. And when he raises his eyes once more, in the same direction as you looked for so long, the man's gaze meet yours again.

It feels, apparently, like youʼre going to faint, to actually die, Jesus! You've never felt so embarrassed in your entire life and you insist on thinking about how you're never gonna be able to eat, think or breathe while being in this crime scene — also known as the balcony of the hotel lobby.

“Get up, then!”, you think to yourself. You pick up on a couple of the cold buns from the plate, taking a sip of the — now cold — coffee, and walking towards the lobby. Like, damn, youʼre not even dressed up, maybe the clothes are not so bad but you donʼt even have any makeup on or hair done the way you liked it so much (and did it religiously every day).

But there is an actual explanation for you not being ready. The plan, initially, was just having breakfast and enjoying the view for a short period of time, so you could visit the downtown in Madrid afterwards. Now, you are running away like a criminal, with your mouth full of bread heading towards the elevator.

When you finally thought that the closing of the gray automatic doors would mean freedom, your heart has one more reason to flutter, as soon as the man steps into the cubicle before he could lose the sight of you.

You decide to chew more quickly, hiding the other roll of bun between your hands. Standing next to you, he takes off his pair of glasses, holding his coat and a crossbody bag.

He looks at you.

— Enzo — he says, and from the way he announced his name, you can tell by his accent that he speak Spanish. You swipe the back of your hand over your mouth, wiping away any remaining crumbs.

— Oi... hmm — You stammer the response in Portuguese, automatically panicking again for a few seconds when realizing that your brain couldn't think of a greeting, even in your first language. After some quick struggles, you tell him your name.

— ¿Eres de aquí? ¿de Madrid? (Are you from here? From Madrid?)

— Ahm... — You stutter, again (unfortunately). — Brasil!

He smiles.

— Ah, sí. Brasil... ¡Es un lugar magnífico! (Oh, yes. Brasil... It's a wonderful place!) — and praises. But his gaze turns sharp, he needs to know: “Entiendes lo que digo, ¿no?” (Do you understand what I say, right?)

— Sí, sí! (Yeah, yes!) — you return with a wide smile back at him, almost hyperventilating.

Your desperation is pathetically noticeable, itʼs cute actually. He watched you, smiles softly, almost like a chuckle. The curiosity gets into your nerves, you wanted to ask more questions, extend the conversation, but the elevator reaches your floor, and you leave, too withdrawn to say anything.

“Shit”, you curse at yourself, it wasn't so difficult to have a decent small talk, you should've said something, anything. You brood all day long, thinking you're such a dummy for missing the opportunity. Why did you have to act like a stupid teenager, huh? Then, after what happened, not even the museums — that you were so excited to visit — were fun anymore, no place in this goddamn city could take away that little thread of regret from you.

In the next day, however, you go down for some coffee at the same time as you did the other day, with the foolish intention of trying to see him again, and thatʼs it, it worked; like a freaking miracle. The man was sitting in an armchair in the lobby, it seemed like he was waiting for you too, what were the odds?

You can even feel your legs wobble.

— ¡Buenos días! (Good morning!) — he greets you. — ¿Cómo se dice ‘Buenos días’ en Brasil? (How do you say ‘Good morning’ in Portuguese?)

It takes a few seconds for you to think and say it back, ‘Bom dia’ (Good morning), you respond. He smiles.

— Es muy parecido (It's pretty similar) — he comments, awkwardly. Then, looks at the buffet, “¿Vamos?” (Shall we?)

Although he sometimes used terms that you completely donʼt know the meaning of and have to ask him to explain again, the conversation is, apparently, going very well. You discover that he is older, Uruguayan, and not Spanish as you immediately thought he was. You tell him a little about the country you come from, and he gets enchanted by the way your accent pronounces his name. Enzo. Paying attention to the ʽzʼ sound, unlike the pronunciation in Spanish.

it was with his company that you explored the city. The both of you went to a small square together, had some ice cream, met tourists hotspots, then chatted while exploring a little shop nearby. You hated to admit it but the situation was indeed romantic. Later in the afternoon, you were taken by him to a bar.

There, the conversation extended even further, including the beer you guys shared. When you didn't understand anything he said, (what was quite often in the conversation) you just laughed, your cheeks getting really hot and red from smiling that much. Honestly, you could leave him talking to himself for hours, just because you loved the husky sound of his deep voice and his pair of brown sparkling eyes.

It didn't mean that you were in love or anything, right? Besides, there was no way you could fall in love in such a short period of time.

But the heat you felt emanating from your own body definitely meant something. It could be because of the dark blue button-down shirt — these pieces never fail to be attractive, right? —, or the silver ring that caught your eyes every time he articulated with his hands in the air. Even his perfume... ah, the perfume! A fragrance that filled your lungs, woody but with a slight sweet note. Projecting all day long, torturing, practically inviting you to bury your face in the curve of the moreno's neck.

At nighttime, he takes you back to the hotel: his excuse was that he wanted to help you with the shopping bags, as if you had bought all of Madrid. And it was supposed to end there, at your hotel room door, simple as that. He hands you your things, and the most he does is lean over, slowly, as if he is silently asking for permission, and so, he places a small kiss on the corner of your mouth, millimeters away from touching your lipstick-painted lips. But you hold his hand, before the man walks away down the hall, you donʼt let him escape.

He approaches you again, his other hand touches the corner of your face. Warm, affectionate. ¿Qué te pasa, nena? (What's wrong with you, baby?) The focus of his brown eyes are on your mouth now, the question is whispered, seductive. The touch of his fingers bypass your jaw until it gets on your chin. ¿Quieres algo más que un beso? (Do you want something more than a kiss?)

Youʼre not sure which words to use, which command to prefer. In fact, you donʼt even want to be thinking. You want to shut your brain, to be so dissociated so that only your body can enjoy the moment. You wrapp your arms around him, your face can finally hid in the curve of his neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his. You hear the sound of his chuckle, feeling his big hands being placed on your waist. ¿Qué quieres? Dímelo. (What do you want? tell me)

You look up to him, shy. The tip of your nose rubs against his, creating a friction that, just because of the absurd proximity, makes everything even more tense, burning erotic.

— No Brasil — you say, trying to hide it by biting your lip —, se diz ‘foder.’

Enzo's smile grows, almost in slow motion. “Foder” (fuck), he repeats the word in a whisper. Again, you donʼt even have to think much to understand. Everything sounded similar, and it seemed that your mind was connected to his by a chaotic carnal desire.

The Uruguayan's lips meets yours; his hot tongue brushes against yours. Your bodies take on a life of their own. Little by little, the main setting stopped being the hotel hallway and became your room. The door gets closed with a gentle push from his feet, while the chosen path is towards your bed.

His hands moves up from your waist to grab your blouse and take it off from your warm body. When you lay on the mattress, supporting on your elbows, itʼs the cue the man needeed to messily pull down your shorts.

— ¿Quieres ponerte de rodillas? (Do you want to be on your knees?) — he asks, as he unbuttons his own blouse. The sharp look he gives you, bathed in desire, delirious. On his lips, you notice the smudged red of your lipstick. — Correrme en tu boca... (Cum in your mouth...)

Maybe itʼs your mind lost in urgency, because you donʼt process what was said to you. You keep your eyes still, your mouth half-open, taking in air, panting. So pathetic that all he does is laugh at your face, running his hands through his hair instead of going straight to the belt of his shorts.

— ¿Qué? ¿No lo comprendes, no? (What? you don't understand it, do you?) — the tone used with you bordered mockery. And contrary to what you would normally feel like, it gives room to a sick feeling, butterflies in your stomach, you feel even more horny, stimulated. He leans in close. — Mira. (Look)

And as if you were learning something for the first time, you imitate him when he parts his lips. You let the man's thumb drag over your lower lip, and then his middle and index fingers together slide over your tongue, until they occupy your mouth. “Así” (like that), he pushes and retreats with his hand, in a slow, sensual movement, “Metértelo en la boca.” (Put it in your mouth)

Ah, now you understand him well. Your face burns, the wet way the fingers come out of your mouth, a little strand of saliva kept resisting in the distance, itʼs wanton. You nod, kneeling on the wooden floor, eyes glued to him unbuckling his belt until you could have his erection in full view.

You part your lips once again, as you were ‘taught’. He fills your mouth, up to a point where your nose touches his crotch, and comes back, completely wet. It allows the Uruguayan to control the pace, to catch the corner of your face. You raise your gaze to his, surrendered not only by the lasciviousness of what you were doing, but also by the beautiful view you had of his face from that angle.

Enzo uses the index finger of his free hand to run down the curve of your nose, affectionately.

— Qué ojitos más bonitos... (You have such beautiful little eyes) — he praises you, with a smile. At that moment, you could swear your heart felt like it exploded. — Eres tan bella, nena. Preciosa. (You are so beautiful, baby. Precious) — he sighs, his head falls back, then to a slide side angle. He looks at you in such a mischievous way that you avoid returning the look. — Me encantaría correrme en tu boca... pero prefiero guardarlo todo para dentro de ti. (I would love to cum into your mouth... but I prefer to keep it all inside you)

You get taken back to bed, easily manhandled by him when you silently gave up control of the situation. He comes over, dangerously close, unlocked the front fitting of your bra, getting lost between your breasts as soon as he releases them from the tightness of the piece. You hold onto his hair, restless under the delicious sucking of his tongue, the wild bite of his teeth. You gasp, having to move away from the black threads of his hair while his mouth travels down your belly.

He releases you from the last piece of underwear too, the wet kisses were loud and pornographic, crackling on your skin. The tip of his big nose rubs lightly over the area where he knew your sensitive clit was. His palm run through your wetness, the chill of the his silver ring sliding across your boiling skin.

He clicks two, three slaps in a row that makes you shudder, whimpering softly. Enzo smiles, he didn't need to, but he returned to that mocking tone from before, of someone who had to calmly spell out the commands so you could understand.

He brings his hand to your lips, gave a little tap on the top, de aquí, and then went all the way down again, leaving a wet trail until he gave your pussy another tap, a aquí. And itʼs these little details that makes everything even better. It makes you feel so dumb, foolish, but itʼs so strangely good...

When he puts himself inside you, you lock your legs around his waist, wrapping your arms around him, feeling him dominate everything in you. He, however, insists on eye contact, lifting his torso, resting his forearm against the mattress, to look you in the eye. He smiles, panting like you; moaning low, hoarse. At first, slow, but soon he surrendered to the speed, to the sharp sound of your moans with each stronger thrust.

And there where so many thrilling impulses, fuck it... You want to cover your mouth, close your eyes to try to contain yourself. Itʼs the nasty noise of your bodies in shock, his deep voice, the scent of his hot skin. Youʼre so sensitive that your eyes get wet, a little tear runs down your cheek.

— Oh, no... Perdón, perdóname, cariño. (Oh, no... I'm so sorry, honey) — he stops, his thumb wipes the tear from your face.

'En—', you even started to want to call his name, but the frustration of no longer receiving the same thrilling sensations and to the same extent was such that you only knew how whine; your mind melting, finally murmuring “Dale, dale, papi.” (Give it to me, please, daddy)

Enzo smiles again. He leaves a few kisses on your lips, repeating your words between the kisses, as if he was making fun of your desperation and also the term you used to refer to him.

— ¿Más rápido, hm? Más duro? (Faster, hm? Harder?) — he turns you over on the bed, putting you on all fours. The dirty talk makes you smile, dumb with lust already, clinging to one of the pillows. The Uruguayan's body lead over yours, bringing his mouth close to your ear. — Tranquila, nena. Te daré todo lo que quieras. ( Calm down, baby. I will give you everything you want.)

#imninahchan #enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic fanfic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic smut #la sociedad de la nieve #the society of the snow #a sociedade da neve

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usereddie · 27 days

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hi, y'all. for those of you who don't know, rio grande do sul, one of the southern states in brazil, is facing the worst tragedy in the state's history. heavy rains have caused flooding, bridges are collapsing, the people are without power, without internet, without access to safe housing, food, or water.

over three hundred cities have been affected. there are countless still to be rescued who have no way of searching for shelter because the roads are ruined and they have no way to get in or out of the floods.

i wanted to do something to help. this is my country, these are my people.

i'm going to do donation based fic commissions, inspired by gotcha for gaza @911actions which you should also support. i'll be signing up for that as a fic writer as well.

this is my ao3 in case you want to take a look.

the dollar is worth 5x the brazilian real at the moment. if you donate just $5 that's already 25BR. a $10 donation is 50BR. and it's going to a group of people who really need it.

after you donate, send proof of the donation and a oneshot prompt. for the most part, i'm okay with writing any trope, but i'll add a list under the cut.

brazilfoundation is currently accepting donations for the fundo luz alliance. all of the donations will be going towards helping rio grande do sul and the people there.

i can't promise i'll get to everything very quickly, but i will do my best to. either way, this money is going towards helping people.

thank you.

i write primarily for buddie and like writing them best romantically, but i will accept other ships if i have written for them before (and madney, because i've written for them and just never posted lol). gen relationships are good too. i'll write any of the firefam as friends, diaz siblings, buck and chris, etc.

tropes:

fluff. i love fluff i'll write it no problem. i can't think of a fluff trope i'm against.

doesn't have to be set in canon, either. i love an au.

should go without saying but no racism towards any of the poc characters.

no misogyny, either. i will not vilify any of buddie's girlfriends.

angst is good for the most part but i don't do main character death. in light of 7x07, infidelity — especially emotional infidelity — is something i really enjoy.

for smut, i don't like writing really intense scenes. d/s is great, feminization is great, crying, cock warming, breeding, overstim, edging, things like that i'm game.

i will not do graphic violence. so no physical abuse and no rape. it's very difficult to write for me.

if a prompt has something i don't know how to write/don't feel comfortable writing, i'll reach out and see if there's a different prompt or a different way to go about it.

my asks and dms are open :)

thanks so much.

#911 abc #buddie #rio grande do sul #brasil posting #my post

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las-lus · 28 days

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HELP BRAZIL

So this is a serious post! Brazil's south is currently facing one of the worst natural disasters in its history - a flood that has so far affected the lives of almost 1.5 MILLION people [x] and has shown no signs of slowing down.

How can you help?

There are two ways - donate money and share this post! Brazilian currency (the Real) is really cheap compared to euro, dollars and pounds, so 5 dollars is enough for two whole meals. By donating 5 dollars, you can make sure someone will eat lunch and dinner tomorrow.

Where to donate?

A lot of organizations are accepting international currency! I'll drop a link of some! A lot of people are currently out of their homes and living in shelters, while others need to be rescued! Those funds will go directly to people and organizations feeding, housing and rescuing them!

MTST, a left wing organization that has been feeding and housing people for decades, is making free meals for the victims! 5 dollars are enough for 2 whole meals! PayPal Here!

CUFA, another left wing organization that has been helping people in favelas/slums all over the country, who are helping with food, water and clothes! PayPal: [email protected]

HUMUS, an organization dedicated to help victims of natural disasters! They have a lot of volunteers firefighters helping with rescues! Donations Here (they accept PayPal and credit card).

Animal Disaster Response Group, an organization helping rescue and shelter pets and other animals! Most shelters aren't taking pets, so people were forced to leave theirs behind during the flood, and this org is doing its best to save them all! PayPal here and Credit card here!

Luz Alliance Fund, a charity organization run by brazilian supermodel Gisele Bündchen, has been alocating the funds to where hey are most needed. Donations here (dollars only)

My own Ko-fi. I'll be personally buying drinkable water, food and other items and dropping at the donation stations at my university. I understand that you might feel safer donating to a known organization, but if you prefer trusting me, I'll update photos on my Ko-fi of the donated items! Link here!

AND AGAIN! Remember that dropping 5 dollars anywhere can really help someone! And even if you cannot donate, PLEASE share, so more people can see this and help! The situation is very dire and has no sign of stopping anytime soon, those people will need all the help they can get!

Thank you!!

#signal boost #brazil help #brazil #donations #i absolutely understand if youre curing helping an issue closer to your heart like palestine or the protesters but if you cant donate SHARE #my personal favorites are MTST and CUFA btw just bc they are political left wing organizations and not charities!#but dont let that stop you from donating elsewhere or dropping me some cash! We are all just doing our best!

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paradisedumpling · 3 months

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Wife's Best Friend

SYNOPSIS: aeri is married, but she's really starting to wish she was married to her wife's best friend instead

CONTENT WARNING: suggestive themes; mentions of infidelity; aeri centered; not fully proof read

A/N: surprise!! it's been a while I know, so I'm posting this as an apology. I don't condone any of the things suggested here I feel like that's important to say, I just had this silly idea while listening to this brazilian song while I was super tired and decided to write this also while super tired, so this is just a silly thing while I don't finish my wips

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Aeri sighed deeply as you walked past her, shooting her a seductive smile that had her heart racing and cheeks burning. The tray of food almost fell from her hands when you stopped by the backyard door to stretch, making your shirt rile up and expose your back that was glistening with sweat from the hot weather today. Aeri almost felt tempted to go up to you and hold your waist, but you quickly walked outside to talk to her wife Somi.

Watching the two of you enter a joyful conversation, Aeri couldn't help the small guilty feeling in her chest as all she could think about were the beautiful way you laughed throwing your head back instead of anything her wife was doing.

She was supposed to be bringing the food outside as Somi's family, her in-laws, would be arriving any time now for a small weekend gathering in their house. But here she was, admiring her wife's beautiful best friend.

Aeri wasn't quite sure when this interest began. Sure, she had always found extremely gorgeous and irresistible since the moment you met. But Aeri loved Somi, she really did. She married your best friend for a reason. But when your kindness and weekly brownies tray became lingering touchs to her cheek and hands, and your visits almost daily, even when Somi wasn't home. Aeri couldn't help the temptation that it was resisting your charms.

She never reciprocated them. At least not explicitly. But she couldn't help but fantasize about the way your eyes became halfmoons everytime you smiled. Or about how warm your hands felt anytime you touched a part of her skin, in contrast with Somi's usually colder ones. Or even about how everytime you came over for a movie night and insisted on sitting at the other side of Aeri and burying yourself in her arms for 'protection'.

Somi was a great and loving wife. She never imagined marrying anyone but Somi in her entire life. But you made Aeri feel desired, and that made her heart race any time she thought about you.

It felt so tempting, but she knew it wasn't right to desire you.

She couldn't.

She wanted to.

But she couldn't.

So she immediately turned around when the doorbell rang, gripping the tray in her hands tighter at the startle before putting it down in the table and yelling. "I'll go get it!"

"It must be them!" Somi's muffled words made Aeri's steps get quicker, opening her front door with a big smile.

Her father in law immediately pulled her in for a hug, patting her back happily before he let go and made his way inside to probably see his daughter. But Aeri couldn't dwell much on that when your sweet voice filled her ears.

"Mrs. Jeon!" It almost felt automatic as Aeri turned around in time to see you with open arms and a bright smile come hug your best friend's mother warmly. "It's been so long!"

"It sure has, dear!" The woman smiled at you with familiarity, breaking apart from the embrace to squeeze Aeri's hand in greeting before following her husband deeper in the house.

She barely realized the smile growing in her lips as she watched the scene unfold, nor did she mind when you hugged her arm, smiling brightly at her before the two of you turned to greet her sister in law.

"Evelyn! Get in, get in!" Without waiting for a response, you turned to Aeri again. "I'll go help them finish settling the table down." Lingering for a few extra seconds, you squeezed Aeri's hand and kissed her cheek before leaving to where the others were.

With another deep sigh, almost as if enchanted Aeri watched you leave with a small smile. Her mind beginning to wander to the thought of you when someone clearly their throats had her attention.

A bit annoyed, Aeri turned back around, finding Evelyn still outside looking at her with arms crossed and a quirked eyebrow.

"Won't get inside, Evelyn?"

"Does Somi know you're letting anyone treat you like that?" The light venom in the girl's words didn't go unnoticed by Aeri and for a moment, she felt like a sinner. The guilty grew bigger in her chest, making her palms sweaty.

"I don't really know what you're talking about." Grimacing nervously, she stepped aside to let the girl in, closing the door with some force. wincing at the noise it made.

"Yeah, right..." Evelyn narrowed her eyes watching Aeri for a few seconds. "Be sure to set your boundaries next time, or I'm telling unnie you might need to talk."

"It's okay, I'm not uncomfortable or anything." Perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say as Evelyn eyebrow rose again, but she didn't say any further words, leaving silently to join you and Somi's family outside in the backyard.

Shaking her head, Aeri focused on bringing the rest of the food to the table, chatting idly with you and her father-in-law while she finished her tasks, trying her best to ignore your blatant flirtatious actions.

She couldn't.

She really wanted to.

But she couldn't.

Everything felt safe during the first half of lunchtime, but when Somi tried to hold Aeri's hand and she simply dropped her wife's hand to pass you the salad bowl and laugh at whatever comments you were making, a whisper in her ear had her heart stopping.

"What was that about, Aeri?"

Shrugging, Aeri didn't have the courage to look Somi in the eyes as she mumbled a reply. "Nothing." That was a lie, but how could Aeri tell the truth when your hand had just rested on her knee, mindlessly drawing calming circles. "Don't worry about it."

Her mother-in-law's questioning gaze didn't go unnoticed by Aeri either, but all she could go was shrug and ignore, pretending nothing was happening. Pretending you didn't make her heart race. Pretending the thought that she perhaps married the wrong friend didn't go through her mind at least once lately.

She couldn't.

She wanted to.

But she had not to want to.

When you got up and volunteered yourself to wash the dishes, Aeri embarrassingly quickly offered to help, leaving Somi and her family to be with you inside. Alone.

The smile you gave Aeri as you got out of earshot was enough to make her legs weak. But your melodic giggles cleared all of her thoughts, heart racing as she followed you inside the kitchen.

"I thought madam Uchinaga didn't like washing other people's dishes." You teased, leaning your head to the side to look at Aeri better, exposing all of your neck for her.

Aeri gulped down hard, blushing hard at the sight and the name you called her. Something about her last name coming out of your mouth sounded so perfect and warm to Aeri, she needed to make you say it more times.

"It's okay if it's with you." Perhaps it had been her words, or the way your eyes widened in an almost victory, but Aeri didn't question herself anymore when she found herself hugging you from behind. To help with the dishes of course.

"What are you doing, Aeri?" Despite your words, you made no moves to break from the position you found yourselves in.

"No madam Uchinaga anymore?" In a whisper, Aeri's eyes moved down the length of your neck, inhaling sharply and biting her lips. "Gave up on trying, sweetie?"

The hum you let out in response had Aeri gripping the edge of the sink to contain herself from doing anything to you.

Somi was right outside with her family. Aeri's in-laws. She had a wife. She–

"I'm not the one who has to try anymore, sweetie." Turning around in her arms, you gave Aeri a prideful charming smile, bringing a hand up to lightly caress her cheeks. "It's a bit warm today, isn't it? I think I'll go change my shirt." Finally breaking free from her hold, you walked seemingly nonchalantly to exit the kitchen, stopping at the threshold. Looking back at her, you shot her a sly smile, eyes dark with something that only filled Aeri with temptation. "Want to help me, madam Uchinaga?"

Her feet moved mindlessly before she came to a halt, hearing her wife laughing outside.

You left her eyesight, and Aeri almost vividly could imagine you walking inside the guestroom that was basically yours in her house, going through the clothes you had permanently in her house since you were often so much.

Oh, how much Aeri wanted to go after you.

But she couldn't.

She really wanted to.

But she could not.....

Right?

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a/n: I'll probably not be proud of this when I wake up tomorrow but what's done is done, also ambiguous ending because I suck at endings and it's your decision to commit to it or not really :)

thank you so much for reading!! <3

#aespa x reader #giselle x reader #aespa giselle #aespa giselle x reader #aeri uchinaga #aeri uchinaga x reader

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afeelgoodblog · 1 year

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The Best News of Last Week - May 15, 2023

🐕 - Now It's a Paw-ty

1. World's oldest ever dog celebrates 31st birthday

Bobi was born on 11 May 1992, making him 31 years old, in human years. A big birthday party is planned for Bobi today, according to Guinness World Records.

It will take place at his home in the rural Portuguese village of Conqueiros in Leiria, western Portugal, where he has lived his entire life.

2. The FDA has officially changed its policy to allow more gay and bisexual men to donate blood

The Food and Drug Administration (FDA) has announced that they’ve eased restrictions on blood donations by men who have sex with men in an effort to address blood shortages. The new policy recommends a series of individual risk-based questions that will apply to all donors, regardless of their sexual orientation, sex, or gender. Gay or bisexual men in monogamous relationships will now be permitted to donate blood.

3. Illinois passes bill to ensure community college credits transfer to public universities

The Illinois General Assembly has passed a bill that would help community college students transfer to public universities.

It would ensure that certain classes taken at community colleges could be transferred to any higher education institution in the state. Some schools currently only count community college coursework as elective credits.

4. Brazilian President Lula recognizes 6 new indigenous territories stretching 620,000 hectares, banning mining and restricting farming within them

Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva has decreed six new indigenous reserves, banning mining and restricting commercial farming there. The lands - including a vast area of Amazon rainforest - cover about 620,000 hectares (1.5m acres).

Indigenous leaders welcomed the move, but said more areas needed protection.

5. More than 1,000 trafficking victims rescued in separate operations in Southeast Asia

More than 1,000 trafficking victims were rescued in separate operations in Southeast Asia over the last week, officials in Indonesia and the Philippines said.

Indonesian officials said Sunday they freed 20 of their nationals who were trafficked to Myanmar as part of a cyber scam, amid an increase in human trafficking cases in Southeast Asia. Fake recruiters had offered the Indonesians high-paying jobs in Thailand but instead trafficked them to Myawaddy, about 567 kilometers (352 miles) south of Naypyidaw, the capital, to perform cyber scams for crypto websites or apps, said Judha Nugraha, an official in Indonesia's Foreign Affairs Ministry.

6. A peanut allergy patch is making headway in trials

An experimental “peanut patch” is showing some promise for toddlers who are highly allergic to peanuts. The patch, called Viaskin, was tested on children ages one to three for a late-stage trial, and the results show that the patch helped children whose bodies could not tolerate even a small piece of peanuts safely eat a few.

After one year, two-thirds of the children who used the patch and one-third of the placebo group met the trial’s primary endpoint. The participants with a less sensitive peanut allergy could safely tolerate the peanut protein equivalent of eating three or four peanuts.

7. Critically endangered lemur born at Calgary Zoo

The Calgary Zoo has released pictures of its newest addition, a baby lemur. The zoo says its four-year-old female black-and-white ruffed lemur, Eny, gave birth on April 7. The pup’s father is eight-year-old Menabe. The gender of the pup has not been confirmed but the Calgary Zoo says the pup appears bright-eyed and active and is on the move.

The black-and-white ruffed lemur is registered among the 25 most endangered primates in the world, due mostly to habitat loss and hunting.

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I've had this idea for a few days now and I was wondering if u could write it? Preferrably headcannon form

Fem reader (15yrs) who's close friends with the toman captains has three older brothers who are leaders from different gangs and two younger brothers who are actually in toman. Despite being so they managed to stay as regular siblings (petty arguments, stealing eachothers bikes, playing pranks on eachothers gangs)

Basically the siblings treat the delinquent world as their own playground bc of the amount of pranks they can cause on eachothers gangs without getting in trouble

─Tokyo revengers x fem!reader

─Summary: Your whole family is involved in gangs, except for you, however all your relationships are with these idiots who love to cause chaos wherever they go, you don't complain though.

─Warnings: none

─ You are not involved in the gang world and yet your name is known by all gang members.

─ How could it not be? Three of your older brothers have their own bands, known for certain aspects, and, on top of that, your two younger brothers are part of the well-known Toman.

─ Because of those two devils and your closeness in age to them, you know the captains of Toman, you forged a friendship with them by brute force because you are in the entire epicenter of gang shit.

─ Your brothers will simply cause problems from here to there, some arguments between them or external people, but you are always there to calm the atmosphere, effectively, you are the comic relief in most situations.

─ But don't worry about threats from other gangs that have some modicum of hatred against your brothers and friends, the threats (and fists if necessary) will fly from one side to the other if someone even mentions that they want to use you as a double-edged sword against them.

─ You are constantly being dragged from one place to another.

─ Mikey will take you for a walk with Draken.

─ Mitsuya will ask you to help with her sisters or to be a model for his desings.

─ Takemichi will ask you for help with Hinata but you will always tell him to talk to Emma, she would be more help than you.

─ Pah and Peh will try to convince you to accompany them to beat up some punks.

─ The Wakata twins will drag you throughout the district to find the best ramen shop.

─ Baji and Chifuyu will drag you to all the animal shelters to help a little.

─ Your two little brothers will ask you to watch them fight to find out who is stronger of the two.

─ Your older brothers will take you to their meetings or convince you to steal another of your brothers' motorcycle, which ends in a race and you screaming for your life.

─ Definitely no day in your life is boring with all these people by your side.

─ You also made friends on your own, it's not surprising that they are from other gangs… Kisaki thought that it would be flattering to have a good relationship with you because of your influence and your brothers, which led you to spend time with him and Hanma.

─ The Haitani brothers heard a lot about you and of course they were not going to stay with just the rumors when they could go see you with their own eyes, God willing that the day they decide to come see you, you are not with the Kawata because it will become a war.

─ That's when you decide to call another of your contacts, Izana, usually accompanied by Kakucho, at first they were thinking of using you as blackmail to bother Mikey, but one of your brothers went ahead and threatened them, then they simply kept you as another friend.

─ You have an weird relationship with Taiju because one of your brothers gets along well with him but it is simply awkward when your brother leaves for a few moments, leaving you two alone in an awkward silence, you definitely prefer Yuzuha, she is your favorite Shiba.

─ Quite the opposite of South, who appeared much friendlier (a little threatening due to his expression) when another of your brothers introduced him to you, however he was a good guy to you, he makes you try Brazilian food so that you can give your opinion on its gastronomy.

─ At the moment everything seems like a playground where your family has the corner of the sand that everyone wants, despite the differences between some of the gang members, everything was relatively calm, but who knows what the future will bring for you linked to so many criminals?

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beatificwrites · 1 year

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✦✦ CARLOS OLIVEIRA SECRET HOUSEHUSBAND!AU HEADCANNON

requested by: @14chira

content: pre-established marriage, silly cuteness, implied brazilian!carlos bc of his last name, fem!reader