#and g Chica would just have chicas question

[fritzyships]

Yes you will be getting an ask from my main blog if you reblog my ask game! Be sure to have anon off and your list somewhere! So I can easily pick. I’ll be doing romantic ones but if you have more friends than that I’ll pick one of those too!

#I’m doing it because I’m so so happy you liked it enough to reblog it! #it took me a while to pick out the animatronics and questions I fit suited them #it was obvious which humans I’d have given they’re my f/os #I was going to put all the traps on there #but I’m pretty sure they’d have the same question kinda #plus I was going to put glitchtrap as t Freddy’s question #but I realized toy Freddy is canonically a gamer #so it’d fit him better! #I was also going to do the glamrocks #but I felt like Monty and Roxy would’ve had the same question with a temper #and g Chica would just have chicas question

[notjustjavierpena]

Does hubby and his wife have rougher sex sometimes? I saw you wrote a post where you thought about him spanking her 🙊🙈

Rough (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: This is just a little treat because I love getting smutty anons. The monkey emojis really made me do it. As always, thank you to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for beta’ing. Absolute queen 🫡💖

Summary: PWP. It is what it is!

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)

Tags: husband!javier loves his wife, dom/sub undertones, rough sex, doggy style, pet names, praise kink, dirty talk, spanking, light choking, sprinkled with breeding kink, sprinkled with some love and devotion

Word count: 800

Rough

Javier has you on your hands and knees. The house is empty except for you, all doors and windows closed to allow what you are doing to reach a volume that would concern your neighbors if they heard.

“Put your hands on the headboard,” he commands as he fucks you and you immediately grab it so harshly that your knuckles start to hurt. However, you are too caught up in the way pleasure shoots through your system like tiny electric currents to notice.

“Who’s a good girl?” He asks and lets his palm come down on your ass and your moan is pathetic. The lingering sting makes you clamp down on his cock, causing a low growl to spill from his mouth in the midst of his strained panting. He goes impossibly rougher and sends you flying forward until you have to cross your arms in front of you, rest them on the headboard, and lay your forehead against them if you don’t want to bang into the wall.

“Me,” you whisper, trying to concentrate on your rapidly approaching orgasm. His cockhead is grinding against your g-spot with each thrust, and it feels so good that you cannot keep sounds from pouring from your lips. Your heart beats fast, your face is hot and you can feel sweat run down your spine as you share body heat with him.

“Say it louder, Princesa (princess),” he groans and smacks your ass again, “C’mon now, let me hear it.”

“It’s me,” you let him know in a higher-pitched voice. He makes a sound of approval but you keep begging for him to make you finish, “Please, baby.”

“And who did a good job tonight?” He continues his questions with a shakier voice. You try to imagine the way his forehead creases slightly when he is focused, and the mental image makes your clit jump.

“Me!” You try to grind back into him, “Oh God, I’m—“

“M-hm, baby. You’re my sweet, good girl,” his breath hitches in his throat when you start to flutter around him, signaling that your pleasure is just around the corner. He pounds your g-spot, “And who gets to come on my cock?”

“I do,” you reply without hesitation, and then you peak after those words. As you come with a loud cry of relief, he reaches around you to splay a hand on your chest and lifts you up until your back is against his chest. You moan feebly as you still feel the warm waves of pleasure pulsating between your legs, but the sound dies in your throat as his broad hand reaches upwards to grip around your neck. He holds you in place, the other hand going down to your cunt to stroke your clit until you cannot think anymore. It hurts so good to be forced to come again, and Javier drives into your sensitive cunt with newfound energy, desperate for his own release.

“Te quiero (I love you), I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant, baby, mi chica sucia (my dirty girl),” he bites at the spot behind your ear, squeezing around your throat. It is the sound of you choking on a moan as you come again that sends him over the edge, your walls pulling him further in and fucking the come from his cock. He groans and settles inside of you whilst he spills his load, giving you enough to make it drip down the sides of your abused hole whilst he is still nestled inside of you.

He slumps and holds your body close, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades. When you think it’s over, he thrusts one last time to push his seed as far inside of your cunt as possible before he might go soft. You sound like you might cry.

“Shh,” he soothes, “I’m taking care of you. No crying, mi amor (my love).”

“I love you too,” you finally reply.

“Lo sé (I know),” he kisses your back gently, moans when he slips out of you, “I’m gonna move, let yourself move with me.”

You nod with a whimper. He lets the both of you fall to the side and hugs you around the middle in this new position. You close your eyes, relishing in the way it feels like his cock has molded you forever, and sigh with deep satisfaction.

“Más (more),” you say softly, “Quiero más (I want more).”

“Bebita (little baby),” there is a hint of something condescending in his voice. You whine but he soothes you by reaching down to cup your whole mound, easing two fingers into you until you mewl, “You can have whatever you want.”

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[lalosslut]

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𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼,,

"how was your day, cariño?" his voice is light in your ear, playful in the way lalo always is–that slight lilt that tells you, every single time, that he is in high spirits.

your suspicions of his mood are corroborated by the light circles he rubs onto your clit, the rough pads of his fingers tracing so carefully against your skin–telling you with every swipe that he is there and he isn't letting you go.

"mhm?" you question, his voice fuzzy in your ears as you grow sleepy against his chest, nails absent-mindedly clawing at his thick wrists.

his laugh vibrates and travels down your spine, lulling you further into inertia.

"sleepy tonight, huh?" he fully cups your sex, palm pressing into you and a whine gets caught in your throat–trapped between a breath and a groan. "i would try and wake you up," he murmurs against your neck, lips brushing the skin and punctuates his statement with a finger gliding along your slit, finding you wet and wanting. "but i know how somnoliento you get when papi touches you like this."

you gently buck your hips into his hand, grinding your clit against his palm to cease the dull ache that settles deep inside you, something only remedied by him. his hands...his cock.

you have a feeling he won't give that to you tonight, however, not with the way he's touching you so softly, the way he seems to be enjoying himself just staying where he is; you against his chest, whiny and sleepy.

"lalo," you mewl, pushing back into his chest to feel his warmth envelop you, the scent of his cologne still prevalent after a day's wear reaching your nostrils and wrapping around your throat.

"what, mi chica?" his fingers slide along your slit, teasingly dragging up and down.

you respond with a pathetic whine, wrapping your hands around his forearm and trying to convey exactly what you need.

he laughs at your silent pleas.

"estúpido, eh? can't even answer me when i ask you to." he sighs like he's bored of you, fingers advancing to your clit, circling once, twice...and then his hand is out of your shorts, bringing the fingers soaked in slick to your lips.

the urge to comply is immediate, lips parting to bring him into your mouth and suck and suck until all you can taste is yourself.

"perfecto...perfecto y bonita." he pulls his fingers from you, spit lining the length of them and you turn in his hold, burying your face into his chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. instinctively, he spreads his palms along your back, running his fingers along your spine.

"papi?" you ask, shuffling further up his body.

"cariño."

there's a moment of silence as you nuzzle into him, getting yourself comfortable as you place your legs either side of his thighs and pull him as close as possible. you just want to feel him. everywhere.

"i missed you."

you feel him place a kiss on the side of your head at your admission, hands trailing towards your ass as he pulls you forward.

"i missed you too, cariño," he mutters into your hair, smoothing over the back of your head and running his nails along your scalp. "but i'm gonna be with you all day tomorrow, hm?"

"you are?"

"mhm." he brushes your hair behind your ear, pressing his lips to the shell and mutters. "gonna keep you on my cock all day.”

you hold him tighter, breasts pressing into his chest as you squeeze him as tight as you can manage.

“you like that, huh?” he’s so casual as he speaks, unbothered as to the slippery mess he’s creating in your shorts. he’s always so normal about the things he says to you, acting like they don’t make you hot and stupid. “you like it when papi stuffs you?”

you nod, pulling your face from the crook of his neck to press your lips fully to his, greedily pecking and licking in an attempt to gain access to his mouth.

"codicioso," he mutters against your lips, hands sneaking under the hem of your shorts and gripping at your ass, grinding you against his lap as he tastes you.

you don't want to let him go, don't want to lose his warmth or his tongue that laps against yours. and when you begin to whimper and grind your hips down onto his, you don't think he wants to let you go either.

he's biting at your lips, licking and sucking and seemingly trying to eat you alive. his kisses are so commanding, so warm and wet and he's right–you are tired.

as you begin to get breathless, he pulls away, the black of his eyes boring into yours and staring with an intent you can't quite decipher. truthfully, you can't quite decipher him at all. with his ever-changing moods, and indecipherable actions–the general mystery of his attitude which perplexes you every time you think too hard about it.

it's why you don't think. it's why he likes to keep you dumb and stupid–why he never lets you out of his sight.

"you sleepy, cariño?" he asks, keeping you against him as he brushes spit from your bottom lip and licks it off his thumb with one swipe of his tongue.

you shake your head, lying through the skin of your teeth. you can feel the heaviness in your eyes, your body sinking into his warmth as it begs for sleep.

"don't lie to me," he says quietly–sternly in the way he always is when you do something he doesn't approve of.

you accept defeat as he strokes along your spine, hand curling into your hair and pushing your head into the crook of his neck. you grab onto his shirt as he does so, snuggling into him and trying to steal every ounce of warmth he has to offer you.

"there you go," he murmurs. "duerme, mi niña."

the next morning you wake up to his kisses on your face, your shorts off your legs and a hand between your thighs, stroking and teasing until you're making a mess all over his sheets.

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#☩ - fixx #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca smut #better call saul smut #better call saul fanfic

[lemonluvgirl]

Okay, Chica - A G rated prompt: Katniss gets goosebumps when she holds Peeta's hands.

Thank you to the INCREDIBLE @mega-aulover for this prompt :) I hardly get the excuse to try and write fluff and I have to say I enjoyed the entire exercise!

She'd like to say that getting close to Peeta again was as easy as breathing, but that would be a lie.

It wasn't easy. It was difficult. Full of false starts and awkward interludes and enough unsaid words to fill a shelf of books. Katniss understood this because she knew there was no way to ever truly start over with Peeta Mellark, even if she truly and deeply wished she could erase the past year of him being captured, tortured, and everything that followed until the end of the war.

There were layers of history and trauma in between them, and Peeta wasn't always aware of the context or meaning that colored their interactions, but neither was he oblivious. He felt things and picked up on things and he could still read the room with startling precision.

He remembered odd snippets sometimes, and the major events of their history together but the day-to-day workings of their relationship (which was still stuck in some strange place between cautious allies on good days and distrustful antagonists on the bad ones) seemed to puzzle him at first when he came back if not downright confuse him.

He legitimately didn't understand why Gale hadn't come back to District 12 with her after she had been exiled.

They got into it one night after seeing his face pop up on the nightly newscast. He asked questions with an internal compulsion that she had come to recognize. It was an extension of his 'Real or Not Real' mechanism.

The coping strategy he defaulted to when something just didn't sit right in his mind. And she knew that it was finally time to tell him why Gale hadn't come home, why she hadn't wanted him to accompany her back, why it might be better if he just stayed away indefinitely. Or at least until the still razor-sharp pain she got inside her chest every time she thought of him lessened somewhat.

So she told him about that day outside the president's mansion. She told him about the bombs and about what Snow said in the rose garden. About Coin and her tests of loyalty at the victor's meeting. She told him about Gale and Beetee's bombs and how no one knew for sure how it had happened, who had given the authorization, or what design they had used.

But the implication hung heavy in the air as it had that day that Gale had come to bring her the final arrow to end the war.

"So that's why he's not here." That had been his only reply. Katniss had nodded, not looking at him, lost in her thoughts about how far they had all come from the people they had once been three years ago.

Peeta had taken her silence and had wadded through it, unafraid to confront the dark waters that threatened to drown out the moment of honesty between them.

"There are a hundred reasons why he's not here." Katniss finally replied looking at him and finding his blue eyes dark, sad, and full of that special kind of empathy that never felt inconsequential, or cheap. Even as lost in his own mind as he tended to get sometimes, Peeta's reactions to other people's pain were the same as they used to be. Pure and noble, and not stemming from any misguided sense of pity.

His hand reached over to cover hers, and he enfolded her own small hand into his grasp. Goosebumps spread from the place where his skin touched hers.

"I'm so sorry Katniss." He said, tone even and quiet. "We were all forced to do horrible things in the games, and in the war, but that really is something terrible to try and come back from. But maybe with time you and he could—"

"There's no coming back, Peeta." She said cutting him off.

"But, if you could find it in your heart to forgive me after I tried to kill you then surely you and Gale can work this out. You two have been through so much together."

Katniss nearly recoiled at not only his words but the earnestness with which he said them.

"Everyone's been through a lot these past two years. You included. I don't need to work out anything with Gale. He can stay right where he is for the foreseeable future."

"But you love him," Peeta said quietly, but his eyes were confused and his brows were pulled down and tight together.

She shook her head slowly at him, recognizing immediately the familiar tone of his voice. It usually preceded a barrage of questions in the real or not real vien.

"No, Peeta. I don't. Gale was never the one I loved. Not like that. "

"Well, my memory isn't the most reliable but from what I've pieced together about you two before the games, and then everything that came after, I was sure..." He trailed off and she reached out and hesitantly placed her hand over his. He looked down and frowned slightly, but in a way that illustrated his confusion.

"I wasn't. When I came home after the first arena all I wanted was for things to go back to the way they had been before, clear-cut and easy. But I couldn't go back. And trying to feel something for Gale beyond friendship was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made. I just didn't know how to let go of that part of my life, where all I needed was my bow, the woods, my sister, and my best friend. I might have loved him once, the way you love someone who is like family to you. But I was never in love with him. I've finally learned the difference between real and not real when it comes to that. " She said it with such surety, such conviction, and the way she stared at him. It was like her gray eyes were trying to press some kind of message into him.

He looked startled by her words at first, then he blinked, and it was like he was seeing her clearly for the first time.

Well, maybe not for the first time. There had been many moments where the secret and mysterious nature of the inscrutable Katniss Everdeen was revealed to him in snapshots and quick glances. Like catching sight of something that arrests your eyes right before the door snaps shut.

But looking at Katniss at that moment Peeta knew the door wasn't going to close this time.

No, the warmth of her hand in his, and the look in her eyes told him that this time the door was open for him, as long as he was brave enough to walk through it.

#thg #everlark #fanfiction #lemonluvwrites #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #writing #the hunger games #lemonluvanswers #fluff #gbt #gbt phase #real or not real conversations

[twhem]

“i said your favorite word: the backrooms!”

in which case y/n (first person) gets stuck in the backrooms with mark, who happens to absolutely hate the backrooms.

g/n reader, pretty much platonic relationship. i also added a few things that weren’t in the game, but just things i thought of

(this has been eating me up all week but basically mark played the complex and it was all “haha he’s lost and he hates the backrooms” but my brain was like “omg the stairs and the couch and the color of that wall spark something in me” and now i want to write about mark and i exploring the backrooms)

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“…and if the substrituent has three carbons, it’s called a propyl group!”

mark walked in front of me, his walk being turned more so into a trudge the more we roamed.

mark sighed, looking around the room we entered. it looked identical to the one before, and i could tell he was getting frustrated.

“that’s great, y/n. really, that’s—“

rain could suddenly be heard hitting the roof above us.

rain?

we both looked at each other wordlessly, listening to the pounding rain and booming thunder. how is there a storm here? there’s a roof? does that mean there’s a way out?

“‘s kinda nice.” he mumbled. “…you know?”

i nodded. “no i…” i paused, looking at him. “…i was gonna say the same thing.

out of all the people to be stuck here with, i couldn’t have chosen a better person.

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“i gotta say,” mark spoke suddenly, grunting slightly as he struggled with the door in front of him. “i don’t like the way we spawned here without shoes.”

i glanced down at my socked feet. “i do. it’s comfy… with the carpet and all…”

he finally got the door open, sighing heavily. “the doorknobs turn down.”

i nod and say a silent “ahh..”, following him up a short flight of stairs. we enter a small hallway with a little room made into the wall, decorated with a couch and a table. the table held a vase with a fake white rose.

i see the rose in the vase and laugh. “kinda reminds me of—“

“—Ib.” mark chuckles. my face reddens, hopefully not too noticeably.

he passed the couch and the vase, continuing to walk. i stop.

upon noticing this, he turns and looks at me. “you want to stop here?”

“why not?” i shrug. “it’s comfy.” i crane my head toward the ceiling. “and it’s still raining.”

“i have a feeling it’s gonna rain for the entire duration of our time here.” he says, sitting on the couch next to me with a sigh.

we sat in silence, listening to the rain above us for a while, before i found the courage to speak.

“so… what were you doing…” i began. he turned to look at me. “…when you, uhm, ‘no clipped’ here.”

“ah.” he nodded, looking at the wall in front of us. “i had… just put Chica out.” he paused. “before i put her out, i yelled at her for chewing up something she wasn’t supposed to.”

another pause, then he chuckled lightly.

“you can imagine how bad i felt when i got here.”

i nodded, not knowing whether or not to feel bad or not. my story wasn’t as sad.

“i’m… i’m sure Amy is taking care of her.” i said with a small smile.

he shrugged, frowning. “…Chica wasn’t the only one i left on bad terms with.”

i nodded slowly as my lips formed an “oh”, not knowing what to say.

another silence.

“i’m sorry, mark.”

“what about you?”

i looked at him. “w-what?”

he chuckled. “the same question you asked me. what were you doing before you got here?”

i laughed. “oh! it’s kind of a funny story. i worked for my schools nursing building, in the simulation department.”

“simulation… like—“

“medical mannequins.”

he cringed. “ugh.”

i laughed. “oh, man. i forgot you hate mannequins! if regular mall mannequins creep you out, you should have seen this things… they talk, scream, moan, blink—“

“stop.” he chuckled, putting his hand up. i laughed even harder.

“anyways, that was simulation lab, where i primarily worked. we started a new thing with VR headsets where the students would do virtual clinical sessions. one day, nobody was in there, so i put one of the headsets on, and now i’m here.”

“oh, God. it’s… it’s like that Digital Circus thing.”

“exactly!” i said. “that’s what i thought… when i had… finally stopped panicking and crying.”

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after a while of conversation, mark eventually fell asleep. i couldn’t blame him; i was pretty sure he’d been here long before i arrived.

i had a dream that i couldn’t remember when i woke up. upon waking, i found mark, still asleep, in the same position i had fell asleep to— head laid back, arm slung around the back of the couch, and his legs entangled in mine.

… he was much handsomer when he wasn’t just a box in the corner of a screen.

i looked at his arm, which had a rubber bracelet on it with a picture and text i couldn’t see nor read.

i decided to let him sleep a while longer.

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(how tf do i watch mark at least once a week but i find it so hard to write his character)

#markiplier #the backrooms #mark fischbach #platonic #fanfic #fanfiction #the complex #the complex: expedition #markiplier fandom #markiplier fanfiction #markiplier x reader

[courtney-deserved-better]

my fair lady: part eleven - a gwourtney choose your own adventure!

(part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten) (read on ao3)

the new season is REALLY helping with my motivation to write total drama fics. enjoy the new chapter!

What is she going to do about this crush?

Don’t tell Alejandro your plans, a little voice in the back of her head warns. If Heather and Noah are right, then he can’t be trusted. And it was your relationship with Duncan that made you vulnerable to elimination in the very first season…

“I’m going to win the challenge,” Courtney declares, trying to steady her voice. She has a crush on Gwen. Holy shit. She has a crush on Gwen. “We really should go ahead and get that clue. What’s taking the others so long?”

Gwen decides to answer that question by sprinting across the courtyard and nearly collapsing at Courtney’s feet.

“Oh my God, Gwen! Are you okay?”

“Where are Noah and Heather?” Alejandro asks.

Gwen wheezes, trying to catch her breath. “Ripper got ‘em. I stepped out of the room for two seconds and… they screamed, and when I came back in, they were just gone.”

“That’s not good,” Courtney says.

“It’ll be a lot more difficult to win the challenge now,” Alejandro adds.

“Yeah, and Heather and Noah got snatched up by a serial killer!”

“But it’s not the real Ripper. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be alive nowadays. It’s just an actor to scare them and take them away, right?”

Courtney and Gwen glance at one another.

“…Right?”

“You do know I’ve fought an actual murderer that tried to chainsaw me in season one, right?” Gwen asks.

Alejandro blanches.

“…Right?”

“Look, whatever’s going on with Heather and Noah, we can’t help them now,” Courtney says. “And they’re probably not being murdered, Gwen only had to deal with a real serial killer because he snuck his way onto the island, it wasn’t set up.”

“I genuinely don’t know if that’s better or worse,” Alejandro says.

Gwen stands up, brushing off her tights. “Courtney’s right. We should go for the next clue. Which is…?”

“Probably in the jewelry case on the table on the table,” Courtney points through the window.

“Let’s get this over with,” Gwen says, resolutely marching toward the door.

The trio manages to make it inside and to the case, which Courtney roots around in. Alejandro and Gwen stand guard.

“Golden toothpick, emerald studded toothbrush… what is wrong with these royals and their dentistry?”

“Noah probably would make a joke about bad British teeth if he were here,” Alejandro sighs.

Gwen frowns. “He’s not dead… that we know of.”

“Very helpful, chica.”

“Where’s the freaking clue?!” Courtney grumbles. “How much of this stuff do I have to paw through—”

“Uh, speaking of paws,” Gwen says, “those guard dogs sure do have a lot of them.”

Courtney and Alejandro turn to see an army of corgis growling at them.

“Uh oh.”

“This is why I’m a cat person,” Alejandro mutters.

Gwen looks over at Courtney. “Got anything round in there?”

Courtney passes her a golden egg.

“See the shiny ball… now sit!”

I like seeing Gwen take charge, Courtney thinks. Wait, how did I not realize I had a crush on her until five minutes ago?

“That’s so cute,” Courtney says, watching Gwen transform the corgis’ growls into smiles and tail wags.

“Los perros también,” Alejandro adds under his breath. Courtney elbows him. “How’d you do that?”

“I taught my lizards obedience,” Gwen says, spinning the golden egg on one finger and utterly oblivious to Courtney and Alejandro’s exchange. “I guess corgis are just as—”

“The clue!” Alejandro cries, pointing at the piece of paper sticking out from the middle of the egg.

“You found it!” Courtney takes the egg and twists it open. “Nice work, Gwen!”

“Hey, I doubt our team would’ve even made it to the torture rack without you.”

Courtney grins, certain she’s blushing.

“Ah, Courtney, what does the clue say?” Alejandro asks.

“Right, the clue! The Ripper’s most natural place has two levels inside it’s space. Go use your sack to bring the guy back.”

“Sack?” Gwen asks.

Alejandro grabs a burlap sack off the massive dining table. “I was wondering what this was doing here. It seemed out of place.”

“So we have to capture the Ripper,” Gwen says.

“Who is… probably not an actual serial killer if the ultimate goal of this challenge is to capture him?”

“Probably,” Courtney says.

Gwen takes the sack from Alejandro. “This is going to be awesome.”

“Hunting down someone who may as well be an actual serial killer?!”

“Yeah!”

Courtney puts a hand on Gwen’s shoulder. “Alejandro, it’s probably not even a real serial killer, but if it comes down to a fight with a real one, then we’ll for sure win. Gwen has a good track record.”

“And I’ve seen Courtney kick ass,” Gwen says. “The Ripper should fear us.”

Alejandro sighs. “Fine. Let’s just go to this final location… which is where?”

#gwourtney #td gwen #td courtney #pjs td oneshot polls #total drama #total drama world tour #tdwt #td fic #fic #my fic

[groriatrevi10xx]

Anónimo: (Hola amiga.

Espero y puedas responder a mi pregunta, me gusta tu arte. Es muy mono.

Mi pregunta involucra al personaje de pinkyberet. Creo que así fue escrito. Se trata de su personaje Aleksandra.

Ya que hay algo que no concuerda con tu publicación anterior de ti amigo. Dejaste claro que Alba y Suyerr no tienen amigos.

pinkyberet puso que Alba y Suyerr son amigos de Aleksandra.

Así es?

Porque en serio. Te estoy confundiendo a ti y a ella. no se que es real.

quitame la duda)

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G: Sorry, I just realized this, plus my App is crashing for some reason... We don't know if the World hates me or I'm just a girl with zero luck.../Lo siento, me acabo de dar cuenta de esto, además mi aplicación se bloquea por alguna razón... No sabemos si el mundo me odia o solo soy una chica sin suerte...

But hey, I think I know who you are anonymous... Tell me the truth, are you Lolo?... Right?.../Pero bueno, creo saber quién eres anónimo... Dime la verdad, ¿eres Lolo?... ¿Verdad?...

Because I have a ton of messages from you on Tumblr Chat, asking me the same thing... Dude, leave the anonymous, we're known, you don't need to hide... It makes me want to remove the Anonymous... xD/Porque tengo un montón de mensajes tuyos en Tumblr Chat, preguntándome lo mismo... Amigo, deja el anónimo, somos conocidos, no necesitas esconderte... Me dan ganas de eliminar el Anónimo... xD

Answering your question mate, Hmmm... Obviously I know who you're talking about, Pinky is a great artist, she draws beautifully... I really admire her... ✨/Respondiendo a tu pregunta compañero, Hmmm... Obviamente sé de quién estás hablando, Pinky es una gran artista, dibuja muy bien... Realmente la admiro... ✨

You can stay looking at his art for hours and you will never find the right word to describe such beautiful art!... ♥️/¡Puedes quedarte mirando su arte durante horas y nunca encontrarás la palabra adecuada para describir un arte tan hermoso!... ♥️

But hey, about her character Aleksandra... Well, at least in Canon... Alba and Suyerr don't have any friends, anyone... So... Summary, they're not Aleksandra's friends.../Pero bueno, sobre su personaje Aleksandra... Bueno, al menos en Canon... Alba y Suyerr no tienen amigos, nadie... Así que... Resumen, no son amigos de Aleksandra...

It's not because I don't want to, of course I would like them to be friends or acquaintances!!!... But.../¡¡¡No es que no quiera, claro que me gustaría que fueran amigos o conocidos!!!... Pero...

Alba is a Daughter of a Bitch who will probably humiliate Aleksandra to Death, it doesn't matter that they share the sense of jealousy and hate towards Glorma, Alba is a Daughter of a Bitch... She won't mind humiliating Aleksandra, just because according to her, " She's not up to her level"... And to be up to her is to be "Royal"... In quotes, because she still wouldn't let them get together with her, just because she thinks she's an unattainable goddess.../Alba es una Hija de Puta que probablemente humillará a Aleksandra hasta la Muerte, no importa que compartan el sentimiento de celos y odio hacia Glorma, Alba es una Hija de Puta... A ella no le importará humillar a Aleksandra, solo porque según ella, "Ella no está a su nivel"... Y estar a la altura de ella es ser "Realeza"... Entre comillas, porque todavía no dejaba que se juntaran con ella, solo porque se cree una diosa inalcanzable...

Suyerr, that man is more dead or alive, in a Maximum Security Prison, no visitors, no one would visit him anyway... But if he were outside and met Aleksandra, I don't want to describe what he would do to the Girl.. No, not really... Suyerr is the worst character in history around here, well it goes hand in hand with Virus who is also a wretch with Women, Suyerr is an abusive Machoist, rapist of Women... It's better to be super away from him.../Suyerr, ese hombre está más vivo o muerto, en una Prisión de Máxima Seguridad, sin visitas, nadie lo visitaría de todos modos... Pero si estuviera afuera y conociera a Aleksandra, no quiero describir lo que le haría a la Chica.. No, en realidad no... Suyerr es el peor personaje de la historia por aquí, bueno va de la mano con Virus que también es un desgraciado con las Mujeres, Suyerr es un Macho abusador, violador de Mujeres... Es mejor estar súper lejos de él...

I am not going to deny that I would like a friendship between these "Villains"... God, I like the idea of ​​making Glorma's life unhappy... But, it is not possible that these are friends.../No voy a negar que me gustaría una amistad entre estos "Villanos"... Dios, me gusta la idea de hacer infeliz la vida de Glorma... Pero, no es posible que estos sean amigos...

Aleksandra could be "Bad" and Brittany's Fan... How Pinky wrote it in her drawing, something like that... But, I don't think she deserves these abusers as friends... Alba and Suyerr are horrible... Brittany is tolerable, but they are not.../Aleksandra podría ser "Mala" y Fan de Brittany... Como lo escribió Pinky en su dibujo, algo así... Pero, no creo que se merezca a estos maltratadores como amigos... Alba y Suyerr son horribles... Brittany es tolerable, pero ellos no...

Sorry for writing so much, but I think this solves your question.../Perdón por escribir tanto, pero creo que esto resuelve tu pregunta...

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Glorma, Alba y Suyerr {Glorma, Alba and Suyerr}: Son míos... {They are mine...}

Aleksandra es de {Aleksandra Is from}: @pinkyberet

Brittany es de {Brittany Is from}: @askkassandragf-v-2

#groriatrevi10 #mio #hello neighbor #Hello Killer #Oc #Alba #Suyerr #Askkassandragf-v-2 #Brittany #Pinkyberet #Aleksandra #nota #notas #pregunta #preguntas #Glorma

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Despite being on the same team technically, the crazy twins have barely interacted with Glamrock Chica and Roxanne. They were basically entirely isolated, even from the other infected. But their was one time they interacted, and it didn’t go well.

Vanny sent Infected Moon out to do his patrol with Roxanne, which was incredibly awkward as again they hadn’t even seen each other in like months. Roxanne tried to make some conversation but Moon isn’t very social, so she ended up getting bored rather quickly and thus dug through the bag Vanessa gave her for her temporary patrol position. In this bag was basic security guard stuff, such as a security badge, flashlight, and a tazer. The tazer had a plastic casing with the painted designs of the glamrocks on it, and honestly looked rather cheap. Roxy found it pretty funny honestly, and took it out of the bag to mess with it knowing that if it was one of the cheap gift shop ones it most likely wouldn’t be a super high voltage. She turned it on without warning and the crackling sound from the air being zapped startled Moon so much that he physically jumped. Roxanne noticed this immediately. At first she was confused and asked what that was for, and he tried to brush it off so they could continue looking around because god forbid anyone find out he’s scared of those damn things, especially Roxanne. But it wasn’t that hard of a deduction to make from how he jumped everytime it turned on. It reminded him of a dog whistle, especially with the way he yelped or hissed when he heard it. He also refused to be near her when it was on, and kept backing up. Which is where the problem came up.

Normal, uninfected Roxanne would probably be concerned about his strong reaction to the sound, but infected she is much much more insensitive and she finally found something exciting to do during their patrol. Keep in mind that while Moon does these patrols, he is wearing the dark colored cloak that covers his entire back an drapes over his shoulders so that he blends in better and is harder to spot with the camera. This means that the hoop on his back was covered, so he would either have to move the cloak or just walk to move around. Roxanne teased him about his fear and threatened to poke him with it, which got a very feral and hissy “You better not” reaction from him that made her laugh more. She ended up chasing him around and the patrol spiralled from there. On foot Roxanne is faster then him, so even though he hated it he was genuinely scared. Rationally he knew it was cheap, almost more classified as a toy then an actual tazer, but it still can zap someone and PTSD doesn’t discriminate. 

Sun heard the running and laughing as it got closer to the daycare and was confused, though thought that he was playing with someone. That changed when they got close enough to actually hear what was being said, which was that his brother was yelling at Roxanne to stop chasing him while Roxanne was just amused. He launched back into the daycare like a second later, and it was clear that he was exhausted and also trying to hide the fact that he had been panicking like crazy. Sun was immediately concerned and was on him immediately asking him if he was alright and why he was running and he explained what was happening. Sun told him to go into the naptime area and that he’d meet him there in a moment, which at the time he didn’t question as he just wanted to calm himself down as he was embarrassed by his fearful reaction. Sun went out of the daycare to have a friendly chat with Roxanne.

He never told Moon what he said to her, he just came back into the room smiling all sunshine and rainbows saying that it was handled. He still refuses to tell Moon what he said to her, but she avoided Moon like the fucking plague whenever they crossed paths after that. Moon has tried many times to get it out of Sun, but Sun just smiles and shrugs. Somehow that makes Moon more nervous then if he actually knew what he said, and this event in general is a good way to differentiate the terror of them. If Infected Moon has done something you’ll know. He’ll make sure of it. But Infected Sun will do things and never tell a soul, only responding with a smile when asked. And that response is incredibly unsettling even to his brother. It’s why whenever Sun gets actually, really mad, his response is “What the fuck have you done?!” because even he knows how dangerous that is. Sun might not be as physically dangerous, but he still has the ability to thoroughly and meticulously tear someone to shreds with their own insecurities. When he’s mad, he isn’t nice. That’s most of the reason he doesn’t tell Moon what he said. Roxanne knows what he said, Roxanne knows he meant it, and that’s all that matters.

#fnaf security breach au #tw electrocution #crazy twins au #fnaf roxanne #fnaf glamrock chica #daycare attendant #fnaf sun #sunrise #sundrop #fnaf moon #moondrop

[starlightaxolotl]

End of Year Writing Highlights compilation

All of these are by far some of my favorite lines and word combos of the year. In No Particular Order. Under a cut bc this got L O N G. Some are actual scenes, some are lines, some are outline notes!

Enjoy!

The kingdom of Fuckoffname

Conversation between Flare and Eleanor about names. (side note, I have no idea who tf Flare is. But this was a document in my folder. This was the entire document.)

He peels back the layers of thorny brambles choking out (name) and tries to help. He sees (name) the way he sees his cat Mitzy, a golden hearted angel behind all the feral attitude and hissing and spitting they started with. (I personally redacted this because it's funnier without context. I love the dynamic of sunshine character and their feral bestie)

"I’m sure between these bozos and the clown I can find work for them.” (I need to write more for this. I enjoyed the way that I wrote Kennedy. What a snarky supervisor. A shame what I planned for him.)

The document titled "Yee Haw, Stardew Valley"

Foxes, for example, you know there are five separate species of fox in North America. They have incredible hearing, and like you, they grin when they’re scared.

The following exchange from a Fatherless Support Group Text fic I joked about.

Skywalker: probably like the third worst betrayal in my life actually. DAD HELP: ??? DAD HELP: THIS is in top 3??? I can think of at least 4 worse betrayals??

(the betrayal in question here was the reveal that Skywalker used to have a bedtime)

The kid–a little girl–looked so much like she did. Dark hair, hopeful smile, boundless energy. Like a mirror of what she once was, before she was a weapon. (I need to work on this one again)

Would there even be an investigation if he vanished too?

He was syrup-sweet. He is still syrup-sweet, but there is a sour note too. Dark berries and something tangy in his attitude. Is it the recognition of the blood on his hands? (Can you tell I wrote this while hungry and wanted to focus on the idea of flavors in not food contexts?)

Josephine looked relaxed, laying on the couch. Yes, it was merciful. A true monster would have simply let her fall to the floor in a heap. They had made sure to make quite the show of laying her down as he stood there in terror. (I NEED TO CONTINUE THIS. I peaked with this whole warm up. Dear god this bit really was something. The sense of horror from the perspective of a man dying a slow death)

(From yet another RWBY au crackfic idea, you get a few notes)He has to be in this universe as a treat. As a human. Some kind of aura wrecking semblance. Asshole. Aura leech?// Maybe his semblance should be fire based. Maybe he’s got some fire immunity idk if that’s possible but like again, would be funny.

She can sing and she can dance and she is everything your father wishes you were, and you hate her. (this is still one of my favorite sentences of the year, and it's literally from the first day I was writing in 2nd person.)

The image on the monitor was static-y and glitchy, but she could see it was another kid, one who was excited to hear another voice, just like her. “Oh good, I was worried that it was just Chica tripping the motion sensor again.” They moved and a horrible crackling sound came over the speakers. “I’m trapped under Roxy Raceway, there’s an elevator going down and it won’t turn back on. Maybe you can find a way to get it some power? I wanna get out of this place!”

“Top drawer has your security pass for the job. Level ten clearance. I think that should get you wherever you want—also works on the vending machines, not sure how but it does.” (the Pizzaplex is my playground and I will make it as nonsensical as I want for comedy reasons.)

Long scene but I forgot how much I liked the Ballpit Multiverse crackfic and how I wrote my faves.

Alert severity: NONE. Unidentified Watch User pinging FRDY-1. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. If there was an unidentified user then there was either an error or an intruder present in the building. He would need to cut this game short. He turned on the spot and walked quickly, calmly—if he ran Lloyd would know immediately that something was wrong, and it would not do for the children to be afraid, no it would not do. He lifted the shutter up with ease and smiled at the boy inside. Lloyd groaned. “How did you find me?” He tucked Lloyd under his arm and carried him like he weighed nothing. “Consider it one of my many skills.”

Unknown guest profile. But the scanner identified him as a potential guest, he had to be real, yes?

Fazbear Entertainment had a bad habit of making headlines. Everyone knew that. It was widely joked about online, the same way that people talked about headlines that started with “Florida Man”. If Fazbear was in the news it was typically worth reading about.

When things did hurt, it was phantom feelings of wounds he couldn’t remember. It felt wrong. His body was wrong. He was broken, and he had no idea how or why or if he could fix it. Gregory wanted to fix it. (I've been meaning to revisit I, You, Me, We for a few weeks now, and rereading what I had for chapter 2 does make it more enticing...)

ATTENTION EMPLOYEES: Be safe on your shifts! Interfering with “Superstar Gregory” is not advised. If he seems to be somewhere he shouldn’t, contact MANAGER ON SHIFT or FREDDY directly. Do not attempt to stop or manhandle “Superstar Gregory” unless absolutely necessary. Let’s avoid further hospitalizations and paperwork as a team! (lmao I loved this little note, I think it was funny to write it. Freddy as a very overprotective parent is one of my faves and I think I can do this better now after reading....like 200 fics in a similar flavor. all of my faves are perfect for forced/surprise adoption fics.)

He was the fire, and he had been burning on empty for a long time.

“It’s a lot prettier as stars instead of exploded green goop all over the city.” (wheezing, the context is star gazing in Ninjago)

"Are we there yet?" “You know,” You started with a smirk. “Every time you ask that I’m going to walk slightly off course for two minutes just to make it take longer to get there.”

"Hi there, it's me, the local idiot."

#starlight writing #end of year round up #you have no idea how many files I had to open for this #I tried to get a little from everything

[chizz]

SUSSY-SAUCE

Just a daily life in the glamrock family :)

BY THE WAY I HIT 600 FOLLOWERS!! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!

Y/N: gUyS iTs rAiNiNg!

G!Freddy: Y/N...that's snow.

Y/N: cHuCkY E cHeEsE!

Roxanne: uhm...

G!Chica: WHO WANTS PIZZA?!

Sundrop: wha..?

Monty: ROCK N ROLL!

G!Freddy:

Gregory: Y/N one question...

Y/N: Yes?

Gregory: if I electrocuted monty, I wouldn't go to jail right?

Y/N:...ahaha? Uhm- No-?

Gregory: OKAY THANK YOU.

Y/N: No problem. *Realizes what they've done.* WAIT- GREGORY NO!

*sundrop flying in the next room*

Sundrop: Weeee!

Y/N: AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

Sundrop: I'm flying! I feel like- *aggressive smacking sound 😌* OUCH, WHY WOULD YOU SMACK ME?!

G!Chica: cause I'm a material girl.

Y/N: FREDDY! HELP!

G!Freddy: *loud stomping* I'M HERE. WHATS HAPPENED? ARE YOU IN DANGER?!

Y/N: oh, no. Do you see that new magazine I got? ITS GONE.

G!Freddy:

★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★

Roxanne: wheres all the milk?

Gregory: gone.

Roxanne: why?

Gregory: cause it is.

Roxanne: just..why though?

Gregory: because. IT IS.

Roxanne: dang, I was just asking a question...guess I'll just eat this dry cereal then.

Gregory: alright, sure, bye.

Y/N: hey...uhm...tell me why I just found out that all the milk is in the driveway?

Gregory: Monty did it. Saying he was trying to find if milk can make eggs.

Y/N: THAT DUMB ALLIGATOR.

Gregory: wait-! Before you beat monty up can I have a hug?

Y/N: of course! Why what's wrong? Who did something? 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝘿𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚?

Gregory: No, No, I just want a Hug.

Y/N: c'mere bud.

*after awhile Y/N and Gregory fall asleep*

*Que All the glamrocks plus sundrop hovering over them.*

Monty: look at 'em. *takes pictures* 📸

G!Chica: Awww, let them sleep guys! Don't disturb them!

Roxanne: and here I thought I was the loudest snorer..

G!Freddy: *thinking how proud he is of Y/N including gregory*

Sundrop:

Monty: AYE! THATS MY JUICE-

G!Freddy: SHUSH. THEY'RE SLEEPING!

G!Chica: hey, wheres my pizza?!

Roxanne: guys, no, seriously be quiet they are trying to sleep.

The rat in the corner: *sighs*

BONUS

Y/N: alright gregory, time for bed, did you want anything before you go to sleep?

Gregory: y-yeah...could you maybe check under my bed?

Y/N: yeah, sure.

*sEEs nOtHiNg*

Y/N: theres nothing under your bed...so you'll be able to get some sleep okay?

Gregory: can you check the closet too?

Y/N: sure.

*cHeCkS cLoSeT*

Y/N: I don't see anything-

Michael: BOO!

*michael gets a punch in the face >:)*

Gregory: I knew it!

Y/N: was this the purple grape man you were talking about?!

Gregory: yes!

Y/N: that's final, from now on you sleep in my room.

Michael: Y/N do you not recognize me-?!

Y/N: am I supposed to?

*crickets*

#fnaf security breach #fnaf sb x reader insert #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #fnaf gregory #fnaf memes #fnaf sundrop #fnaf michael afton

[legends-of-apex]

‘The Morning After’ - Kung Lao x Reader (fluff)

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,286

A/N: Hello! Here’s this short follow-up to the last Kung Lao x GN!Reader fic that also fulfils a request made by Anonymous! Thank you all so much again for your kind words and support for the last fic, you guys are amazing! Hope you all enjoy! Promise there’ll be some more soon, including some Liu headcanons ☺️ also if anyone would like to be added to my tag list for MK characters or just in general, please let me know! Didn’t want to assume so haven’t tagged anyone from the last fic just in case! Just so you guys know, I use quite hefty paragraph breaks just because it makes things easier for me personally when reading because of dyslexia, if you guys don’t like this or if there’s any adjustments I can make to have these fics be easier for you to read then please let me know!

Liu knocked on your door firmly, his knuckles reddening. He took a step back and folded his arms behind his back, not wishing to startle you when you came to the door. When he received no response even after a minute or so, a sigh escaped him.

He knocked again.

The sound was louder this time and he was sure you would have heard him now. With a sense of accomplishment, he flicked his red sash to the side and straightened his posture again in preparation for greeting you. No response. His brow furrowed. This wasn’t like you at all.

Knowing he probably shouldn’t but overcome with the need to see if you were in there, he eyed the doorknob. A pattern was beginning to emerge in his mind, Kung Lao wasn’t in his room either. He was worried something had happened and no one thought to wake him. But he had already asked everyone of his whereabouts and had already checked the fight pit. No one had seen you or Kung Lao all morning, although Kano did have a strange reply.

He turned the doorknob gently, only to find that door was unlocked. He let the door open just a crack and called out for you quietly. When again, he heard nothing, he opened the door even further this time and took a single cautious step inside.

Your room was dark, the curtains still shut despite the time of day. He could see your faint outline atop the bed in the darkness. A mound beneath the covers. And in the interest of not startling you, he crept quietly towards the side of the bed, once more questioning whether he should raise you from your slumber. But if anyone had seen Lao it was you and he wouldn’t be able to rest until he knew his friend was safe. He knew you would be concerned to learn of Lao’s absence and convinced himself he was doing you a favour by waking you.

He called your name into the darkness once more and a groan escaped you. He heard the covers rustling and lit the fire in his palm so he could walk to your bedside without tripping over everything that was strewn across the floor. He had never known you to leave things so untidily.

When he reached your bedside, he dimmed the fire slightly so as not to startle. He whispered your name again and let the flame illuminate your face ever so slightly.

A metallic clang sounded from across the other side of the room and something beside you on the bed moved. Liu was worried now. Letting his fire grow larger so he you and whatever else was in your room more clearly.

“Liu?” Your voice brought his attention back to you and away from the sound. You rubbed your eyes and pulled the covers over your face even more, shying away from the light of his flames.

The light from the fire caught the gleam of something metallic beside you. “Liu? I just about killed you!” Lui directed the flames so he could see the person attached to the second voice.

“Lao?!” The man in question brought his hand to his eyes to shield them from the light, lowering his hat and placing it beside the bed. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here? I could’ve sliced you!” He asked as you fumbled for the light switch and found it. You couldn’t help but wince as the sudden brightness flooded the room. Lao did too, flopping back down beside you now that he knew it was just Liu Kang creeping around your room.

Liu quenched his flame, “Looking for you!” He replied, eyes widening when he realised precisely what had transpired.

You lay on your side, covers pulled over your chest but your shoulders were bare. Lao’s torso was only half covered as he lay beside you. Suddenly the layer of clothes blanketing the floor and Lao’s absence from his own room made sense. A smile spread across Liu’s face as the full realisation hit him.

“What time is it Liu?” You asked, not entirely caring that he had essentially just caught the two of you in the aftermath of sleeping together.

“Late enough that your absence was a concern.”

You cursed. “Did Raiden notice?!” You asked, Lao took a hold of your hand.

“No, he is otherwise occupied.” You both breathed a sigh of relief and visibly sank back into your bed, “And I can see that you’re both more than okay, so I will be on my way. Apologies for my intrusion.” He shot Lao a knowing look, a look that said he was getting teased to high heaven later on. He was delighted for you both, truly he was but that didn’t mean Lao was getting off without getting teased.

“Don’t worry, you know I won’t breathe a word of this.” He told you, sensing your concern, “Please don’t keep each other too long, you both have duties to attend to this afternoon that require the presence of clothing.”

“An hour?” You asked, knowing you were pushing your luck but you truly couldn’t bring yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, especially not with Kung Lao beside you.

“An hour.” Liu nodded his head once and you would have gotten up to hug him had you not been bare. “But please lock the door next time.”

With that he slipped out the door and closed it behind him. You couldn't be bothered getting up to lock the door. You had no idea where your key was anyways. They were probably strewn on the floor somewhere along with the rest of the items you had on you last night.

You felt a hand glide around your waist once more and you turned to face Kung Lao where he lay beside you. His hair was a mess, all fluffed up and sticking out in all different directions. You smoothed it down by running it through with your fingers. His eyes closed at the feeling of your touch on his scalp and a content breath left him. When you were finished you let the back of your hand rest against his cheek. His eyes opened once more, his gaze so soft and full of adoration that you had to look away to save yourself from blushing.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” You replied, a smile gracing your lips as he ran his fingers up and down your arm.

“So we have an hour…” He smiled, looking up at you from beneath his brows as he leaned to press a kiss to your shoulder. “We do indeed. How shall we spend such precious time?”

“Might I hold you once more?” Your heart melted. He really was just grateful for the chance to have you in his arms. You nodded eagerly in reply, shuffling closer to him. You were almost painted on to one-another like a second skin for most of the night, or until Liu came in as far as you could tell. He was such a warm presence that you found yourself forgetting what it felt like to ever truly be cold.

One of his hands found your thigh, helping you hike your leg over his so you could be closer to him. You let yourself cling to him like a teddy bear, utterly lost in the feeling of having his body so near.

“Rest if you need to. I can wake you when it’s time.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before letting you nuzzle your nose into his neck. You could stay like this forever but you would have to settle for an hour.

@dragon-chica

#kung lao #Kung Lao x reader #mortal kombat 2021 #mortal kombat #fic #my writing #k.exe #mine #liu kang

[sunshineistyping]

The Dandy Saga/Various Headcannons

Did I link these for my own enjoyment and extra insight into my Human Sun Stories? Yes. Am I going to keep updating it with any new questions I get about the Dandy Saga/Human!Sun or Moon storyline? Also yes.

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The Great Dandy Saga

First Thoughts

The Beggining

I raise you one more

So many names for one single Sunny man

Moon, You can’t escape the Dandy Saga.

Moonie Is SOFT

Moon and Gregory Interacting

Pretty last name perhaps?

Soft Moon Content

Gregory says no to feelings

Copying the Space Man

They’re 100% multilingual

Gregory hates feelings 🤢

Sun’s Tattoo

Sun’s S/O Doodles In Game Sun

Suns Outfit but add Spice

Hugging Human!Moon and Human!Sun

Sun is a very stressed man

Snickerdoodle The Snake

Mythology Lover Sun

Don’t Cry my Dandelion

FEEDING MY CHILDREN MOON CONTENT

Sun + Spicy Joke

FOR THE CULTURE

Moon + Stripper = Stripper AU

Moon rock

DIVORCE.

Daddy

Lectures out of love

Moons Tattoos

Human Moons Voice

Defense Mode (Normal Au)

Simps

Paddles and Whips

Other Shit I post

Roxannes Problems with Head Pats

You have other accounts 😦

Monster Fucker Content?????

You CHECKED?

Roxy Chooses You

Cute Monty content ft. ROXY

Night Guard is Tired and A Teen lol

How the Glamrocks know each other

Soft Gator Boy

Monty Thirst

M-Marriage?

Roxy’s Tattoos

Teen Vanessa is Tired ft. G. Freddy

Writer is soft for her followers

Where everyone works

My writing process

Favorite character to write for???

Would it freak them out? Idk actually

New phone, who dis? Ft. Material Gworl!

Just Canon tinGz

Gregory, who is your father?

How is everyone connected?

🐱 anon, you are so nice, thank you

☕️ anon, my beloved Lol

/Plat is a given!

I LOVE this Family your honor

IDK but they’re mixed

Monty do you like cats or dogs?

My Pronouns!

Security Breach Gang play DND

Writing tips

Freddy has a Mustache?

Their Music Tastes

Can they dance?

Chica Would Propose First

DJ MM

DJ MM’s Puppy + Connections to the gang

DJ MM is a bit of a bully

Ice Ice Baby

Random Moon and DJ MM HC’s

DJ MM VOICE CLAAAAIM

DJ SIMPS COME GET Y’ALL JUICE

DJ MM Spice

ROYAL AU

S/O Proposes to The Gang

S/O proposes to DJ MM

Dangerous S/O

S/O proposes to Burntrap

Weed Smokin

Burntrap HC’s

More Burntrap

Glamrock Bonnie

You Lied to Me but make it mean

You Lied to Me but make it Mean 2

The Gulls

Lord Farquaad

SHUT

Size kink with DJ MM

Monty + Heated Makeout

Mini/Random Fics

MUSIC MAN: Eyes

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#fnaf x reader #security breach x reader #fnaf au #human au #monster lover #idk what to tag this as #more random stuff #random Headcannons #random headcanon #story stuff

[jelly-belly-fish]

I wrote another story. My friends really wanted me to post this one, so here it is. Be warned, it has my own headcanons in it too.

TW: Cursing, Bullying

The First Meeting, Pt. 1

“C’mon, ‘Dreadgory’! Hurry up!” Xavier yelled at the boy.

“I-I’m coming,” Gregory sweetly stammered in response to his fellow classmate.

Giving the Glamrock Freddy plush he was holding a final squeeze, Gregory placed the bear plush back down on the gift shop shelf. He wanted to buy it so bad, but guess it’ll have to wait until later.

“I’ll come back for you,” he cooed softly, giving the plush a soft pat on the head, “I promise.”

The plush only gave silence as a response. Just the happy little expression sewn on its face. Gregory smiled softly back at the empty response.

“C’mon, sissy!” Gregory heard Jaxon call out to him next, “The meet and greets are starting soon! We don’t want to be late because of your slow ass!”

“Language...” Gregory whispered as he ran over to his group of friends. They all slouched and sat around the giant fountain near the grand entrance of the PizzaPlex. There were four of them: Xavier, Jaxon, Zachary, and Ian.

Xavier was a ginger with an undershave haircut. It was both smooth and spiky at the same time. Gregory always thought that the fashion trend of the boy was too mature for his age, but he didn’t question the leather-jacket-wearing 4th grader, less he wanted a bruised jaw again like last time.

Jaxon was the oldest fourth grader in Gregory’s class. With his almost-white-blonde hair and being the fastest one in gym class, he was a crush for every girl in their grade. Gregory couldn’t think of one girl who didn’t want to spend reading time with him or trade food with him at lunch. Anything to get his attention.

Zachary was probably the nicest to Gregory. Then again, that’s not saying much given how many times he dunk Gregory into sinks and dumped food all over the boy. The African American boy wore a white, zip up hoodie and blue shorts. Zachary stuck his tongue out at Gregory as he approached.

Last there was Ian. He always wore black and blue and had green eyes that always seemed like they were emotionally dead. He laughed at the most random things and told terrible jokes. And if Gregory didn’t laugh, he always got what was coming to him...

“Took you long enough, egghead!” Xavier hissed as the boys started to get up from their resting positions, “I swear if we miss these events, I’ll—“

“Xavier, shut your face!” Zachary sneered, “The more you complain to Gregory, the higher chance we’ll miss the shows! C’mon!”

As the boys started making their way to the escalators, Gregory felt a tight grip on his arm. He nervously turned to see Xavier squeezing his arm. Gregory gave Xavier a fearful look.

“This isn’t over, Evans...” Xavier hissed, thrashing Gregory’s arm down before going to join the others.

Gregory shook his head quietly, kneading his arm.

“They’re my friends...” Gregory reassured himself. Then he started to follow the group of boys up to the other parts of the PizzaPlex.

XXX

“Does everyone have their tickets?” Jaxon inquired the group as they approached the Green Rooms.

Ian giggled slightly.

“I don’t have any tickets! I’m gonna see Moondrop!”

“Seems like you guys would get along...all creepy and tell weird jokes...” mumbled Gregory under his breath, looking at the glossy, tiled floor.

“You got something to say, Dreadgory?!” Ian snapped as he grabbed the boy’s shirt collar, pulling him in close.

“You need to be nice to us, Evans,” Jaxon snarled, “you don’t want to be a crybaby who plays by himself at recess again, do ya!?”

Gregory’s heart pounded fast. He could feel the tension in the air as Ian tightened his grip on his shirt, still glaring at him with those dull green eyes.

“I-I’m sorry...” Gregory’s eyes started to sting. His brown eyes were now squeezed tight as he prepared for their punches.

Gregory didn’t get any punches, but the floor greeted him with a harsh slap as he fell onto it. His breathing hitched as Gregory shakily got onto his hands and knees. Head still low, Gregory looked back up at his group of friends. They all towered over him now.

“We’ll let you off this time, shorty...” Jaxon sneered, “It is your birthday after all.”

Ian broke out in hysterical laughter.

“Awww look at da little baby! Is he going to cry?!”

The rest of the boys started to snicker along. It was true, Gregory was going to cry.

Gregory could feel tears start to drip from his eyes. He tried to stay strong, but he could feel himself cracking.

“C’mon guys, let’s leave the birthday boy to his birthday tears!” Xavier cackled.

They all started to leave, talking amongst themselves about what animatronic they were going to see. Jaxon to Roxanne Wolf, Xavier to Montgomery Gator, Zachary to Glamrock Chica, and Ian to Moondrop.

The only one left was the main star himself: Glamrock Freddy.

He was for the birthday boy.

He was the only thing Gregory was looking forward to seeing on his birthday. The only thing to make his day better. Gregory looked down at the blue and white Fazbear Entertainment ticket in his tiny hands. Gregory then held a small smile on his face. Wiping away his tears, Gregory stood up and made his way to the Green Room of the one and only Freddy Fazbear.

His heart started jogging in his chest again. He was both excited and scared at the same time. He wasn’t the biggest fan of animatronics, but there was something about Glamrock Freddy that he loved so much. His kind demeanor, the way he cared about every child he met, his powerful vocal chords when he spoke and sung, he was like everyone’s dad. Everyone’s weird, robotic, bear dad.

As Gregory approached the green room for Freddy, he saw a red curtain draped in front of it. His pulse quickened. Why were the curtains closed? Picking up his pace, Gregory ran to the front of the curtain. There was a white sign in front of the sparkly, red curtain. Gregory’s heart dropped to his stomach.

“OUT OF ORDER.”

No.

No!

NO!

NO! NO! NO!

Gregory’s teeth gritted together. He sucked air through his teeth as tears poured from his eyes.

This had to be fake. It couldn’t be real.

Gregory could sense the teasing and humiliation coming already if the other boys founded him like this. Founded the only dream he had for today to be crushed.

He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream.

He just wanted to hide away forever.

Without even thinking, Gregory dashed into the curtains and into the room behind.

It was a dark room. The only light was the little sliver coming from the cut between the two curtains. Not seeing anything around him, Gregory fell onto his face. A pained grunt slipped past his lips as his face squished into the firm, velvety carpet.

That was the final straw for him.

Curling up on the floor, Gregory hiccuped the smallest of sobs. He laid there for awhile, silently crying over his birthday being ruined.

“It’s not fair...” Gregory pulled himself into a tighter ball, “It’s not fair, it’s not fair!”

“What’s not fair?” A mocking tone asked behind the boy.

Gregory snapped up and scuttled backwards.

In the darkness, the only light being their phone flashlights, were Xavier, Jaxon, and Zachary.

They were all different however, and certainly not for the better. They were all wearing masks of the characters they all went to see. There were not visible eyes in the masks, making them look like empty voids in the darkness. They stared at him eerily, sending chills down Gregory’s spine.

“Did the baby boy not get what he wanted this year for his birthday?” Xavier questioned further. “Did he want to be forgotten?”

Gregory shook his head quickly. No...

“You know, Xavier,” Jaxon said, in a overly exaggerated thinking pose, “I heard there’s something special about these animatronics...especially Freddy...”

Gregory didn’t like where this was going. He slowly started to scoot back.

“Freddy has a special way to treat sad birthday kids!” Jaxon laughed. “He EATS them!”

“Wh-Wha...” Was all a shaken Gregory was able to say before getting snatched up by the bullies.

“And we gotta keep the bear happy and STUFFED, now don’t we Gregory?”

They flashed their lights onto the animatronic who was hiding, decommissioned in the shadows of the room.

Gregory kicked and screamed for them to let him go.

“You did this to yourself, runt,” Jaxon warned, speaking through his Roxanne mask’s wolffish grin, “You just HAD to be upset on your birthday!”

As Gregory continued to cry out louder now, Jaxon clamped a hand over the boy’s mouth, muffling his screams.

Zachary jumped on top of the small stage that Glamrock Freddy stood on. He felt around the animatronic’s chest and stomach like he was searching for something.

“Hey Jax!” He called out over Gregory’s muffled cries, “How do you open this?”

“Press his bowtie, stupid! Just like how my mom showed us!” Jaxon scoffed, struggling to keep a grip on Gregory’s squirming torso. Xavier did his best to control Gregory’s legs.

With a click and a hiss, the bear’s broad chest opened. With only the phone lights as his guide, Gregory stopped struggling for a bit and stared at the now opened chest. In the harsh lighting mixed with complete darkness, the chest cavity of the animatronic looked like a dark void...ready to swallow Gregory whole.

Gregory thrashed about even more now, like a fish trapped in a net. He wanted to cry and scream for them to stop, but Jaxon’s hand only made him make suppressed yelps.

They brought him closer...and closer....

Finally, with a good and quick shove, Gregory was forced into the tight darkness. Gregory quickly turned his head around to see the opening of the chest cavity snap close behind him. Gregory was now soaked in enclosed darkness.

“NO!” He cried.

Gregory pressed himself against the sealed entrance. Sweat made his hands clammy as he pounded against the plastic wall. Tears flooded his eyes as he anxiously knocked against the fake material.

“PLEASE LET ME OUT!!” He begged, choking between sobs, “PLEE-EEASE!!”

His cries only got muffled chuckles in response. Those chuckles made Gregory grasp onto reality. A silent fearful look took over Gregory’s tear stained, sweat covered face.

“Listen to him, the fuckin’ idiot...” A softened Xavier cackled.

“Oh, if only Ian was here,” Jaxon wheezed, “He would be laughing his ass off right now...”

Gregory’s good heart wanted to remind them of their language, but he forced himself to stay silent. That didn’t stop his tears from flooding though. Hitched breaths were sucked in through his teeth.

“Guys... I think he’s been in there long enough,” Zachary whispered, “I don’t want to get in trouble with my dad about this.”

“Oh shut up, Zack..” Xavier snapped, “The little bitch just needs to learn that him crying is so annoying..”

“Yeah,” Jaxon agreed, “No wonder no one is friends with him.”

Gregory’s heart froze. The dreaded reality finally sat in. The one he fought so hard to not accept. Tears continued to flow as he leaned against the plastic wall, sobs ripping from his throat.

Gregory truly was all alone in this world.

As he sat there, bawling his eyes out in the darkness, Gregory couldn’t help but feel something, or someone, watching him. Watching him...and watching the bullies outside his tomb. He felt the omnipresent stare on him. It felt angry. It felt judgmental. It felt...protective.

Gregory looked around the tight space. There was no room for anyone else to be in here. Heck, there was barely enough room for him to be in here. His knees ached with cramps. His feet were pressed against the metal wall behind him. Gregory wanted out...and he wanted out now. And he wanted the feeling of being watched to go away too. It certainly wasn’t helping.

Despite his silent pleas, Gregory continued to stay in that chest cavity, and the feeling of being watched only got worse.

“C’mon guys,” Jaxon sarcastically laughed, “Let’s leave the little birthday boy to his little gift from us. I’m sure he’ll want to be alone to enjoy it alllll to himself.”

That one sentence brought back the fear and dread Gregory had only mere moments ago.

“WAIT!!” Gregory shrieked, “YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME IN HERE!!”

He continued to knock and slam his hands hands against the plastic wall. They seriously couldn’t be leaving him here...they couldn’t be...

“Oh, I think he’s loving it so far,” a much more distant Jaxon called out, “Have fun in there, Dreadgory!”

A burst of the boys’ laughter erupted again, suddenly being even more muffled by a curtain swooshing. Soon, the laughter faded away, only leaving Gregory in complete darkness. Complete, eerie darkness. The only sounds were Gregory’s cries and pleas, hopelessly trying to get their attention, to make them come and get him out of this stupid chest cavity. All he got in response was his cries and knocks echoing in the tight space...

After what seemed like forever of begging and tears, Gregory’s screams dialed down to soft whimpers. He hugged his knees and held them up to his chest. Gregory’s body was soaked in sweat. His forehead was beaded with the salty liquid. The dark air and his clothes were now dampen from the sweat and his tears. Still in utter darkness, Gregory continued to sob quietly, thinking of what just happened. Were his friends right? Did he really deserve this?

The little birthday boy sighed, wiping his tears from his eyes.

“Maybe they’re right...” he croaked, “M-Maybe I...I do deserve this..”

Gregory then buried his face into his knees, his eyes beginning to sting again.

“I’m all alone...” he shuttered, “Tr-Trapped in here... forever.”

“You’re not alone.”

Gregory’s head shot up. His heart began to pound quickly again. He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice.

“Who...” Gregory panicked, “Who’s there?!”

“Do not be afraid, little one,” the voice softly continued, “I’d never hurt you.”

The voice...it was rumbled like thunder and as gruff as rusty metal, but it was gentle and quiet as a butterfly. And most of all, it sounded familiar.

“Gl-Glamrock Fre—“ Gregory started, only to be interrupted again.

“Let’s make this more comfortable,” the voice proposed, “They’re gone now, so it’s safe to come out.”

There was a soft click outside. A click of a button? Gregory’s heart fluttered. Could this really be him? There was a hiss and more clicks. Gregory could feel cool and new air flush against his face. The chest cavity was now open.

Part 2 coming very soon!

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #fnaf sb #fnaf gregory #fnaf fanfiction #fnaf headcanons #fnaf oc #??? #i mean kinda #fnaf glamrock freddy #fan fiction #people really seem to like my stories #so here’s this

[kari-a-la-tari]

The (Unneccessary) Lore of the WG Spanish Dubs

Aka me being like this meme for an entire post

OKAY so a couple of weeks ago I had just learned that there existed a Spanish version of Wordgirl called “La Chica Supersabia” which is honestly super cool cause who doesn’t wanna hear their show in a different language?

But alas, this ended up taking me into a much deeper rabbit hole than I was expecting and it’s honestly pretty interesting so I thought I’d share it with y’all!

DISCLAIMER: I am not an expert by any means nor do I intend to come off as one, this is simply an elaborate essay of what I’ve found through my informal research. I will also be translating anything in Spanish to the best of my extent, so I apologize if I mess up a bit with the wording since it’s not my native language.

So then *places a baseball cap with glued lightbulb on my head* let’s get started shall we?

Okay so first things first, there are a couple of select episodes of La Chica Supersabia (I’ll use LCS from here on) available on the internet. The most reliable source that I’ve found is on an old Facebook account here where a fan would upload LCS episodes based on when they aired. However, the only episodes available are a select few from season one.

Now this got my mind thinking “Hey, what if there’s more episodes?” So naturally, I started scoundering on Google (like the rat I am) to see if there was indeed more. And according to this one site there are only two seasons of LCS that were dubbed.

Translation: In Latin America, the first season premiered on Discovery Kids August 3, 2009, while the second season premiered on the same channel January 11, 2010, being the only two seasons issued. (Source)

However, later on I discovered that there was some mislead in that info because someone else found a Spanish episode that was from season 3, which doesn’t make sense because why would there be another season available when it clearly says that they technically shouldn’t exist? (Btw I tried finding it myself cause I did see that episode before but for some reason now I can’t find it dhdvvdbdvd 😭)

At first I thought maybe this is just some info added from a fan. After all, that statement was posted on a Spanish Wikipedia page so it is possible. So I began looking for other articles that talked about the Spanish dubs, but they all said the same thing. Well, until I came up with this site that said two very intriguing things:

Translation: The series actually had 3 seasons and is dubbed in Caracas, Venezuela. On May 2012 the series stopped running on daytime hours and was removed from the programming one year later, on June 17, 2012. It is unknowns if it will be aired by another channel or come back to the Discovery Kids programming, besides only the two first seasons were dubbed in Spanish. (Source)

I was a little bit confused here with the wording because it still didn’t confirm my original questions; if anything it left me with more. But then I read the next section below which got me completely off track.

Translation: The series received negative critics and complains on behalf of parents of families in Latin America that claimed that it wasn’t appropriate for the objective public of Discovery Kids. Without doubt in the U.S. the series had been well received and even won an Emmy award for Jack D. Ferraiola, writer and coproductor of the series together with the creator of the same show, Dorothea Gillim, who declared the following in respective to the series: (Source)

Now this one took me by a whirlwind: WTH why was this version hated by people in Latin America while it’s adored by everyone in the U.S.?? And I watched some episodes of LCS and while the dubbing is pretty funny (lol) there wasn’t anything inappropriate about it. For the most part they stuck on script with the original episode they had to dub.

So I dove even deeper...

And o h m y g o d there is an answer to this.

Translation: The program premiered in Latin America on August 2009 on the Discover Kids channel, aiming at pre schoolers. Although the channel gave a lot of promotion for the show during the final months of 2009 and the majority of 2010, at the end of the year they decided to change the programming to nighttime hours because the show received a lot of critics from parents saying that the show was too “violent” and that it encouraged kids to lie to their parents (due to the obvious fact that Becky had to give an excuse everytime she had to leave to turn into WordGirl and save the day), and they complained constantly on the message boards now deleted of the channel. The program was eliminated completely on June 2012, without doubt, PBS maintained the Spanish dubs so that they would use for SAP (Second Audio Program) in the U.S. in a different studio (Dubbing House in Mexico and later Lorry Post in Miami, FL), but the program no longer returned to Discovery Kids until August 2014. (Source)

And DUDE no y’all this was just a complete hilarious yet ridiculous slap to the face. I mean..what the, why was that the reasoning as to why it was hated so much? Just cause of some literal PG kid friendly cartoon violence? And what do parents mean when they say it teaches them to lie to their parents?? I mean with all due respect, who was Discovery Kids target audience they had in mind vs. what it actually was? Because if there actual audience was very very young kids, they okay sure I can understand the need to point fingers at them in that sense. But if it was for slightly older kids (8-10 years old), then I think that parents can probably show kids at that age the reasoning behind why Becky lied in the show (not to mention that most kids at that age can understand what’s going on for the most part).

“Now is this actually true?” some of you may ask, which is understandable since this is coming from a wiki page. Well, I think it’s about time I put another disclaimer: sadly for the most part, the majority of these sources that I’ve attached have broken links when it comes to their references. And the ones that aren’t broken don’t mention anything about the topics that have been discussed here. But there are some smaller sources I’ve found here (look at the last three comments) and here that do indeed confirm that the show was canceled due to the force of parents.

However, the current grey area I’m in still is on the Spanish dubbing listing. See, I originally thought that there were three different dubbings according to this one post below (M&M Studios, Dubbing House and Lorry Post). I even thought I cracked it since according to this chart below the rest of the seasons were under the Dubbing House studios! However, it turns out that one of the studios Lorry Post doesn’t actually exist. Like nothing related to dubbing came up at all when I searched it up.

Translation: Dubbing Studio 1 - M&M Studios (Seasons 1-2). Dubbing Studio 2 - Dubbing House (Seasons 3-8). Dubbing Studio 3 - Lorry Post (Season 8 - final episodes). (Source)

And then that’s when I took a harder look at this website and realized that it’s part of a Spanish Wiki page called “Propuestas de Fans de Doblaje” (Fan Proposals for Dubs). *insert facepalm emoji* And just...I honestly feel so dumb that I didn’t notice that detail when I did my initial research cause that would’ve saved me a lot of time 😤. Anywho so that explains the Lorry Post mystery, but then lies the other question: do the other dubs exist?

Well, this is where I draw the line. See, on that same wikipage, it mentions that LCS had completely different voice actors for each of the dubbings. The first dub (M&M) is from Venezuela and after looking at the VA’s, they can be traced back to LCS. But after looking at the VA’s for the second dub (Dubbing House) in Mexico, there is nothing related to them and LCS or WG. Not even on movie databases.

“Now are you gonna give up on this idea?” you may ask. And the answer is......

No.

Why? Well, it’s mainly because there is a compellingly set of evidence that proves that the first two dubs do actually exist, which is...

THIS VIDEO, which shows that there were not one, but two variations of the LCS Spanish theme song. The first one is the Spanish version, and the second one that plays is the Venezuela version. And if you can remember, there were 2 dubbings of LCS; one located in Mexico (Dubbing House) and another In Venezuela (M&M Studios)!

Anywhosole, that is where I conclude this elaborate essay of mine. There are still a couple of loose strings here and there that I wanna check out myself but I’ve already tired myself out with this essay. I hoped you liked seeing me lose my mind speculate on the LCS episodes! This was honestly pretty fun ngl, maybe I’ll try doing this again in the future if something else interesting pops up! If you have anything you wanna add or maybe point out something that I may have forgotten, please by all means bring it up!

#warning: I have already lost my sanity over this entire essay /hj #my discord peeps have already been exposed to a good part of this already a heh heh #but I have learned some new things so this is more of an updated version for those who wanna see me lose my mind 🙂 #AGAIN #wordgirl #word girl #wordgirl lore #theorizing cap time!!

[neon-junkie]

hnghhgngh in that case would you do a fem version of the one Flaco fic where he cums inside the reader a whole lot hnghgnggh

it’s 6:30 in the morning and here i am, finally using this as an excuse to write some young!Flaco. i also adore the idea of Flaco being such a loose cannon and smug bastard in his younger days so gotta include that shit. also i have the hots for that bottle shooting mexican stranger u can find so mmmmmmmm <3   here u go :) 

"It happened again!" Flaco snapped as he stormed into your cabin, the sound of his voice and your door slamming open making you jump. You should probably start locking your door during the day since Flacos big entrances are a common occurrence, always making you jump out of your skin.

"What happened?" you ask as you look up from your desk.

He's sulking, stood in front of you with his arms crossed. "That damn cabrón and his stupid bottles," Flaco grumbles as he pulls out one of the desk chairs, sitting next to you. "He beat me, again!"

Ugh, not this again. This isn't the first time Flaco's thrown a temper tantrum about being beat by this stranger that he keeps bumping into. Flaco's very eager to become the best gunslinger there's ever been. He's already famous, more so after that cigarette card company approached him, asking for his portrait for their famous gunslinger collection. The day he strolled into your cabin holding that card is a day you'll never forget; you'd never seen a man look so smug and proud, holding the little portrait of himself in front of your face. He spent hours staring at it, smiling at himself, making you shake your head.

"You'll get there," you sigh. It's hard to comfort a man when all he wants to do is scream at his own reflection. When Flaco's in one of these moods, you just let him burn himself out then comfort him afterward. Simply stroke his hair as he cuddles up to you and tell him over and over how impressive he is with his guns. That'll soothe him.

"It's stressing me out, chica," Flaco tells you.

"I can tell," you sarcastically reply.

"I need to burn off some steam. Will you help me?" Flaco asks you, his eyes meeting yours after he rubs his face, probably trying to rub the stress from his eyes, his hands brushing over his short stubble and round jawline.

"I'll do whatever you need, Flaco," you tell him. You were expecting him to take you hunting or help him practice his shooting, but it's a pleasant surprise when Flaco picks you up off your chair and carries you over to your bed, quickly chucking his jacket and hat to the floor before he begins his way with you.

And now you're here, face down on your bed, a pile of pillows underneath your hips that are thankfully more than enough to cushion you, preventing your hips from bruising even more as they're not slamming into the mattress. Flaco snaps his hips down into you again, grumbling behind you, holding his length deep inside of you as he pumps out another load.

You've been like this for what feels like hours, Flaco letting all his 'stress' out on you. You don't even think he's stressed anymore at this point, just over-stimulated and milking himself for all he's worth. You're not complaining though, loving the attention and Flaco's natural dominant aura. You haven't come as much as Flaco has, and you question how this man is still going after his fourth load? maybe fifth? who knows.

"You got room for one more?" Flaco grumbles from behind you, leaning down so he can speak against your ear, his large frame towering over you, the hairs on his chest brushing against your back.

"Mhmm, yes," you moan, knowing you have another orgasm on edge.

"Good, good. You're so good for me, chica. So obedient, such a buena niña," Flaco says as his hips begin moving again. "The way you're letting me use you like this is just... I have no words for it," Flaco sighs. "I might wife you, you know. No way am I ever going to find another woman who's so kind and tender, but loves being fucked like the puta she is," he chuckles.

You'd slept with Flaco the first night you met him. He'd seen you in the saloon and just had to have you. This was over a year ago, his personality being even more of a loose cannon than he is now. He strode over and fawned over you all night, though you never felt creeped out by his smothering. Maybe it was that gorgeous glisten in his eyes, or his over-powering height, or those fluffy chaps he wore. There was something about him that drew you to him, and ever since then Flaco's found himself waltzing into your cabin every few weeks, spending a few days with you every time.

Another snap of his hips draws you out from your reminiscence, bringing you back to the reality that you're currently in: being used as a cum dumpster for 'stress relief' by your sweetheart.

"You're quiet for once, amor," Flaco tells you, his voice lower and husker than usual. You adore him even more when he sounds like this, making your body tremble and your pussy ache.

"I'm just enjoying the ride," you reply, looking up over your shoulder to see Flaco smirking at you.

"You enjoying this? Having Flaco pump load after load into you?" he asks. You lift your body up slightly so Flaco can lean down and kiss along your neck, leaving another hickey next to the one from last week.

"Is it wrong if I do?" you ask, enjoying the way his stubble tickles your skin, not being scratchy for once.

"Not at all, amor. I love it as much as you do," Flaco tells you, lips still against your skin.

"I might have to stress you out myself if it means you'll fuck me like this."

Flaco lets out a chuckle. He snaps his hips against yours, pushing a yelp from your lips. Flaco then moves one of his hands off your hips, placing it firmly between your shoulder blades and pushing you back down into the mattress, your ass still raised in the air for him to enjoy.

Flaco fucks you with quick, deep thrusts, accidentally pushing his former loads out of you, his cum dripping from your hole, down over your clit, and onto your pillow. You'd normally kick up a fuss every time Flaco ruins your bedding, but you're not fussed right now as coincidentally, it was laundry day. You're definitely going to throw yourself into the wash after this, you'll need it.

The way Flaco rolls his hips is so perfect, brushing against your g-spot, pushing moan after moan from your lips. He adores the noises you make, letting out his own mix of a grunt and a moan, often through gritted teeth when he's fucking you as ferally as he is now.

"Mierda!" Flaco almost shouts as he continues to pound you. Yes, your pussy aches but you'll deal with that later. There's no way you're going to ask Flaco to stop for anything, even if the cabin was on fire.  

You shift your weight, trying to slide your hand down your body but Flaco slaps your hand away. "Here, let me," he tells you, moving one hand from your hips to reach underneath you and firmly press on your clit, rubbing it just how you like it, making your thigh muscles tremble as you moan his name.

"That's right! Come on, chica. I love that feeling of you clenching around me. You'll do it once more for me, won't you?" Flaco asks. How could you deny him?

"Flaco, I'm close," you sigh, eyes shutting as the pressure builds up inside of you. "Fuck!" you yelp as your orgasm hits you, your body spasming as your walls tighten around Flacos' thick length.

He lets out a long moan, pushing his cock as far as it'll go, spilling one last load inside of you. Flaco seems worn out this time, leaning his body over yours, his sweaty forehead pressed between your shoulder blades as he lets out a string of deep breaths. You can still feel his cock throbbing inside of you, pushing out whatever was left.

Eventually, Flaco comes down from his high and lifts his head up, placing a kiss on your back before he sits upright, pulling his length from you and rolling onto the bed. He's finally exhausted, his eyes shut as his chest rises and falls, trying to calm his racing heart down.

You pull the cover off your pillow, using that to wipe yourself down before chucking it to the floor to be dealt with later. Flaco already has his arm out waiting for you, so you snuggle up to him, practically lying on his chest. Your body begins to feel exhausted, and Flaco already looks like he's passed out from exhaustion. Surprisingly, he hasn't, as he places a kiss to your forehead.

"I don't think I'm stressed anymore, chica," he tells you, making you laugh.

"At least we know how to relieve you now," you add.

"Mhmm. I'll try not to get stressed too often. Don't want to wear you out too much," he tells you, placing another kiss to your forehead.

"How considerate of you," you joke.

"Only for you, amor."

The two of you are quick to fall asleep on each other, exhausted after todays session. At least you both now know how to calm Flaco down in the future.

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how would you say a plural amount of letters? like in english you would say “two K’s” (kays) or “three S’s” (esses), how would you write it in spanish and how would you pronounce it?

Just a warning this kind of goes all over the place because of a lot of grammatical minutiae, but the simple answer:

la K / la ka = the letter K(las) dos kas = the two K’s

la S / la ese = the letter S(las) tres eses = the three S’s

You sometimes see it a letter written by itself or as its pronunciation (la K or la ka in singular), but in plural it’s usually its pronunciation (las kas)

So like…

Hay dos kas en “jackknife”. = There are two K’s in “jackknife”.

“Necessity” tiene dos eses. = “Necessity” has two S’s.

Most of the letters will have a kind of -s sound tacked onto their pronounciation and that will get you the plural of that sound.

There are exceptions… the vowels + X

La a [the letter A] => Las aes [the A’s]

La e [the letter E] => Las es / Las ees [the E’s]

La o [the letter O] => Las oes [the O’s]

La u [the letter U] => Las úes [U’s]

La i (latina) [the letter I] => Las íes (latinas) [I’s]La i (griega) [the letter Y] => Las íes (griegas) [Y’s]

La equis [the letter X] => Las equis [X’s]

With U and I, it’s because you’re preserving the U and I sound so they take on an accent mark to fully pronounce it…. basically because when U+E and I+E are put together, they blend, so the accent mark adds a hiatus. With A+E and O+E, the hiatus is already there so you don’t mix the sound.

It’s really just to keep you from saying something like “the oohs” and “the ees” which could be confusing.

Saying “aes” is kind of like “a-es”, and “oes” is like “o-es” because of the hiatus.

And with E you get two options “es” and “ees”… typically I hear las es with a long EH sound for multiple E’s or people putting la letra E just to be very clear.

And X [equis] already ends in S, so you don’t have to add an additional thing and make it “equises” or something. If you see something like “XXX” it’s commonly pronounced as (las) tres equis 

Additional note: Q is frequently written as either la q, or la qu or la cu. In plural I think I’ve only seen las qus and las cus. 

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Onto the confusing part - and I can’t stress enough how regional this all can be, so please let me know if I make any mistakes here, native speakers.

This might be a little difficult to explain completely well because I’m not using IPA here. I’ll try and be as clear as possible but just know that I’m using the Spanish pronunciations of things and how they’d write or approximate it.

First, all letters in the alphabet are feminine probably because la letra “letter” is feminine, so there’s that rule first.

Second this is generally how the letters are pronounced or said in Spanish and I need to point out some things because there’s a lot actually here that won’t make sense if I don’t:

A - (a)*

B - (be / be grande)****

C - (ce)CH - (che)**

D - (de)

E - (e)*

F - (efe)

G - (ge)

H - (hache) [although I did learn it as la ache]

I - (i / i latina)*

J - (jota)

K - (ka)

L - (ele)

LL - (elle)

M - (eme)

N - (ene)

Ñ - (eñe)

O - (o)*

P - (pe)

Q - (cu)

R - (ere / erre)***

RR - (erre / erre doble, doble erre)***

S - (ese)

T - (te)

U - (u)*

V - (uve / V corta / V chica)****

W - (doble u / doble uve / uve doble)

X - (equis)

Y - (i / i griega)*

Z - (zeta)

So now the little bits of explanations begin:

* The vowels - All of the vowels [A / E / I / O / U, and Y] are usually written with their pronunciations like I did above. In Spanish, most Spanish speakers know how “A” is pronounced but for the sake of non-native speakers:

A is pronounced like “ah”

E is pronounced like “eh”

I is pronounced like “ee”

O is pronounced like “oh”

U is pronounced like “ooh”

Y is pronounced like “ee”

With i and y it’s common to differentiate them as i latina [I] and i/y griega [Y]… The letter [I] is i latina being “Latin I” because it comes from the Latin alphabet, and because the letter [Y] comes from Greek it’s griega. They are pronounced the same “ee” like a long E song in English.

So say you were spelling out a word like yanqui “yankee / someone from the US” you would spell it Y-A-N-Q-U-I [i griega - a - ene - cu - u - i latina] in a way that tells you that Y and I are different letters.

** - CH. The letter “CH” which is pronounced like che or “chay” in English is not technically a letter in Spanish anymore, but it might show up in some dictionaries as its own section. 

*** - R and RR. I’ve seen R written as ere and erre before. And while RR is not its own letter (anymore, but in some places it is considered its own), I’ve seen it as erre or erre doble [double R]. I was taught ere [R] and erre [RR] but I understand why that’s not totally great for everyone depending on your own pronunciation; I personally recommend saying erre [R] and doble erre [RR] if you mean RR because it makes it very clear you’re talking about a double letter.

If you were saying multiple RR’s, you’d most commonly see erres dobles.

**** This one is really its own issue but B and V have similar pronunciations in a lot of things. Just suffice it to say it’s its own issue. 

For our purposes, it’s normally pronounced be [”bay”] and uve [”oo-vay”]. Otherwise, you’ll see B as B grande or B larga which mean “big/long B”… and you might see V as V corta or V chica which is “short/small V”

Another common way to differentiate it is to say B de burro “B as in burro [donkey]”, and V de vaca “V as in vaca [cow]”…….. that’s kind of like the equivalent of “B as in boy” and “V as in Victor” in English.

Side Note: It should go without saying but ele is pronounced “el-ay”, and elle is pronounced “ey-yay”… because LL has a strong Y sound. 

Side Note 2: Similarly ge is pronounced like “hay”, and jota for “J” is pronounced “ho-ta” 

Side Note 3: Ñ or eñe is pronounced “en-yay”

So moving on, just note that the letters are feminine, and normally you’re going to say la and then las for plural.

When doing plural, you usually have to add a -S sound to it. That’s mostly easy for the consonants, minus X so you don’t really have to worry too much.

I typically see the letters sort of spelled out so for example: hacer eses which is literally “to make S’s” is another expression for “to spin around” or “to spin out” is typically written as eses 

You might see something like la m but then you might see las emes for “M’s”… I think that might just be for the sake of convenience. But you might also see la ache instead of la h… or la jota instead of la j.

It’s more acceptable when it seems to be a whole different word, kind of like la equis vs la x which I think both make sense. 

I typically capitalize it if I’m going to write it as a singular letter because I think that is a little easier to understand when reading, but that is probably just me.

Additional Note: There are some abbreviations where Spanish pronounces them a bit differently; they’re normally treated as loanwords. 

These are different from Spanish abbreviations:

FBI [Federal Bureau of Investigation]In Spanish el FBI is pronounced like el Efe-Be-I sort of how you’d expect

CIA [Central Intelligence Agency]In Spanish this is la CIA which is pronounced la Si-A, rather than pronouncing each letter individually

KO / K.O. [knockout]In Spanish this is normally el KO which is pronounced el ka-o the way you’d pronounce K + O. In some places you’ll hear el knockout with voz inglesa but in some places they use estar KO to mean either “to be unconscious” or “to be dead tired” 

OK / okayIn Spanish estar OK or OK/okay sounds just like English “o-kay”, and it’s pretty directly adapted from English

OVNI [el objeto volador no identificado] In Spanish el OVNI or el ovni is the direct translation of “UFO” or “Unidentified Flying Object”. You pronounce it “ov-ni”, rather than pronouncing every single letter

There are other expressions like this. The one I mentioned above “XXX” in English is “triple X” or “X-X-X” but in Spanish it’s tres equis and is a synonym for “pornographic” in some contexts

There’s some variations with Spanish abbreviations.

Some are like when you might see Los EEUU / Los EE.UU in writing, but you’d hear it as Los Estados Unidos “the United States” rather than hearing it all pronounced.

So it really depends on the actual word/abbreviation in question.

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