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vritest · 11 months

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Are You Even Mexican?

Migue O’Hara x Fem!Mexican!Reader

Fluff.

Summary: You’re shocked when you find out your boyfriends favorite taco.

Note: Decided to make this silly post, bc why not. I still stand that if you eat your tacos plain, you should be sentenced to life in prison.

You were currently at your boyfriends, Miguel’s, apartment sitting across from him on the dining table as he ate the pancakes you had made him for breakfast (you wanted to make sure he ate well before he got to work as Spiderman), and yet there’s was a question you had had for the longest time.

You stared at him deciding to speak up or not. Your stare so potent that Miguel’s head started hurting. Despite looking down at the plate he could still see you.

“You know I have wider eyesight due to my powers and can see you practically having a staring contest with me” he said, taking a bite from the pancakes and then looking up at you finally meeting your eyes.

You chuckled.

“Was there really a need to show off your crazy spider powers?”

You asked sarcastically resting your chin on your hand. He smiled at your sarcasm, which was one of he things that made him fall in love with you, your unmatched humor.

“Nah, just felt like it.“ he said and stopped to look at you, as you rolled your eyes. He chuckled.

“Any reason you were staring so hard though? Is it because you just can’t keep your eyes off me?”

You snorted, which made Miguel lean back acting offended.

“I do have a question I’ve been meaning to ask you, for a very VERY long time…”

You said tapping your chin with your fingers. Suddenly he was all ears as he finished chewing up the pancakes.

“Shoot.” He said, taking a sip from his Spiderman mug you had gifted him on his birthday.

“What’s your favorite taco?”

“Seriously?”

“Someone’s favorite taco can really say a lot about someo-“

“Carne asada. Sin cebolla o cilatro, y sin salsa”

You looked at him in the most concerned eyes ever.

Miguel knew your look of concern when he would come back all bested up and hurt after a long day, but this was different. It was as if he had told you the worst news of your life.

“¿Por Dios, como vives así, sin sabor, sin nada?” You asked dramatically.

He furrowed his brows.

“¿Como vivo así? Eating tacos plain are the only right way to eat them”

He says shrugging his shoulders and stuffing more pancakes in his mouth.

You looked at him before you opened your mouth to talk.

“Heres the plan.”

“I hear you amor.”

“I’m gonna make the best tacos ever and make the best salsas ever created in this whole fucking world that you’re gonna regret not ever putting salsa or cebolla y cilantro on them, got it?”

He smirked. “Got it.”

You got up from the table walking straight to the kitchen grabbing your notepad and opening the fridge to see what ingredients you needed.

“¿Como puede ser que estoy con un hombre que le gustan sus tacos sin nada? dios dame paciencia.”

You muttered quietly frantically writing down ingredients, forgetting Miguel had enhanced hearing, but he could only smile at your cuteness.

And the fact that he lied about his favorite tacos so you could make him some because he loves your cooking.

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #Miguel O’Hara x Mexican reader #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara fluff

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talaok · 1 year

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Hi I don't if you are taking requests still but could you maybe write Spencer with a Mexican reader and how when the reader speaks Spanish it turns Reid on. It's just that I don't see many or any stories of Mexican reader. Please?

funny you asked me 'cause I studied Spanish for a long time and I'm still absolute shite at it. but with a little help from the internet, here we are. (thank you for the ask💗)

“You like it?” You asked Spencer, referring to the movie you had convinced him to watch.

IT, your all-time favorite film, not exactly his style.

“Yeah,” he said, unconvincingly, making you laugh softly.

“ you don’t have to lie baby”

He sighed, a shy smile tugging at his lips “It’s just-it’s a bit…”

“Improbable”

You both said at the same time.

You bit down a grin, as your hand went to his cheek “You and this improbable thing…” you sighed “It doesn’t have to be realistic to be cool”

“I know, but like- they don’t even explain how he was born,” he said “Was he created? was he born like that? They don’t tell you anything”

You couldn’t do anything besides letting your head fall in the crook of his neck, depicting your exasperation.

“But you like it, so I want to watch it” he said, stroking your hair.

“You sure?” you raised your head “We can change it if you don’t like it”

“I’m sure” He promised, leaving a quick kiss on your lips.

“Thank you” you murmured, kissing him once more.

You went to watch the movie again when a ringing sounded across the room.

You groaned, fishing your phone out of your pocket.

“It’s Camila,” you said, and he paused the movie

“Go on” he urged, and you smiled in return, picking up the phone.

“Hola, que pasa?”

Spencer heard a mumbling voice from the other side of the line.

"Que!?" you almost shouted.

You couldn't believe your ears, Sofia and Jacob, your long-time friends had broken up.

"No me lo creo" you said "Cami, es imposible, ¡Han estado juntos como una década!"

She was as shocked as you, as she tried convincing you of what she had herself just heard.

"¿Me estás tomando el pelo?" you exclaimed as she told you the story.

" no! Que hijo de puta, la engañó?"

He had cheated on her.

"es murto para mi, nunca más hablaré con él." you promised "Pero lo siento por Sofía, la llamo más tarde, ahora estoy con Spencer" you told her you were gonna call Sofia later since you were with Spence, and she immediately understood, starting to end the call.

"vale" you spoke, "hablamos después, hasta luego" you bid farewell, hanging up.

You turned to Spencer, and just as you did, noticed a weird expression on him.

"what?"

"nothing" he said with a thin voice.

"Spencer..." you raised your brows, shifting closer to him "what?" you asked again, more sweetly "i can see there's something going on in that big brain of yours"

"it's-it's nothing I just-I never hear you speak Spanish"

"mh-mh" you nodded, "and..." you urged him to keep going.

"nothing- it's-it's cool" he gulped as you inched closer, a smug smile tugging at your lips. You had a hunch about what was really going on.

"cool?" you asked, taunting him

"I-I like it"

You smirked, cocking an eyebrow "Te gusta?"

he nodded, his knowledge of Spanish coming in handy.

"cuánto?"(how much?)

“A-a lot” he confessed

“Te excita?”(does it turn you on?)

He looked at you shyly, slightly avoiding your gaze before nodding.

“Cariño” your fingers grazed his jawline “no tienes que avergonzarte”(you don’t have to be embarrassed) you spoke slowly, noticing the way his eyes focused on your mouth as his cheeks flushed pink “El español es un idioma muy sexy” you giggled, your hands going to his hair

“I-“ he tried to speak, but for some obscure reason, he found he couldn’t force a word out of his throat.

“Que?” You asked “Que queries?”(what? What do you want?)

You were mere inches from his face, and Spencer felt on the verge of a heart attack.

“Sabes que?” You bit your lip before kissing his cheek “Creo que sé lo que quieres” (I think I know what you want)

“Qué te parece si vamos al cuarto?” (What do you think about going to the bedroom?)you murmured “Así que también puedo mostrártelo” (so that I can show you), and to that, Spencer couldn’t do anything other than eagerly nod as you took his hand in yours and started towards the bedroom.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x mexican!reader #spencer reid x y/n #dr spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x fem!reader

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xcherryerim · 19 days

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Mexican Mike Headcanons

tw: light Death mentions (of his mom and garret) / smut headcanons at the end (gn!reader)

— Mike is a quarter Mexicans from his dad side

— Probably biased asf but he’s norteño

— Mike’s dad is a truck driver. When his dad needed to drive to Mexico Mr. Schmidt made sure to comeback home with Mike’s and Garret’s favorite candies.

— His favorite candies are Bocadin, Duvalin and Chokis.

— The only reason Mike kept getting hired after his awful track record is because he can somewhat speak spanish.

— After Mike lost his family (except for Abby) he didn’t really practice any more traditions like he used to do but, after moving to his now current place (which is mainly for lower class and immigrant families. This is canon in the book btw)

His neighbor which happens to be a 42 year old single mom, decided to help him in subtle ways like cooking meals from time to time for him and Abby. She even invites them to some family gatherings (carne asadas, birthday parties etc) as well.

— The lady always tries to set Mike up with her oldest daughter tho

— Every time winter approaches Mike eats tamales and arroz con leche excessively.

— Mike snacks in peanuts which is SO SPECIFIC but mexican dads always snack on cacahuates. (He’s entering his dilf era)

— After reconnecting with his roots a bit because of his neighbor, he tries to practice more traditions specially Día de los muertos (day of the death). He’s not really a religious person, but he always prays for his mom and garret to be at peace wherever they are.

— If you think Mike speaks quietly, wait for him to speak in spanish. His voice is softer too but that’s only because he gets self conscious when he’s talking to people that only / mainly speaks spanish.

— Mike dosent really mix english and spanish when he speaks unless he’s angry.

— He dosent really curse but when he does is in Spanish. He calls himself “pendejo” (dumbass) a lot.

Headcanons with his partner (+18)🫶🏻

— Mike says he has two left feet but, just give him a bit of alcohol and a slow song and he’ll dance good.

Just imagine dancing to bachata while Mike wears a dumb yet charming drunk smirk as he whispers into your ear the lyrics.

“¿Qué dirías si esta noche te seduzco en mi coche?Que se empañen los vidrios y la regla es que goces. / What do you say if I seduce you in my car? fog up the windows and the rule is for you to enjoy.”

— Mike wouldn’t really use spanish pet names unless he’s trying to get something out of you. “Cariño” and “Amor” are his main ones (and that mf says them slowly to tease the fuck out of you.)

— One time while you two where fucking, he leaned, bitting and sucking on your neck as he praised the fuck out of you in spanish and you swore when he used his raspy voice mixed with his light accent, that was already enough to make you climax.

— After he realized this, however, he tried to only speak to you in spanish for a week to purposely turn you on.

— This man, is a gift giver. He would literally give you a ramo buchón with a big ass bear for no reason.

— Mike mainly calls you his spouse / wife / husband sometimes he also says it in spanish as well. “Mi cónyuge / esposa / esposo”

(But don’t do it to him or he’ll actually plan out the whole wedding in one sitting)

a few of his favorite music in spanish:

#Mike is mexican btw #mike schmidt #mexican mike schmidt 🗣️#mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt fanfic #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt headcanons #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #mike schmidt smut #mike schimdt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x fem!reader smut #mike schmidt x gn!reader #mike schmidt x male reader #Spotify

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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Waves of Love

pairing: Namor x reader

concept: When you look into the water, you see the reflection of love.

word count: 1k

warnings: poetic fluff, soft smut (fingering), beach soft smut, kisses, ocean love, slight angst but just amor, In k'áatech = I love you; Meent' uts= please; In yakunaj= my love nikté =flower, Itzia: = princess,

a/n: You have no idea how much I love Namor and what he is representing for my people. This is for my Latinos/Latinas amores

beta read but all mistakes are mine: @mrsmischief209

gif and moodboard made by me

line divider by the lovely @s-tarksintern

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Let your love warm me up while you are here

There is peace in the blue sky, the sand, and the endless ocean.

Lost loves have moved on without you, leaving you with nothing but sand beneath your feet and a sense of being abandoned on this land. The waves wash up and down on your toes, telling you that the lost souls in this world are dead.

This beach, however, is special to you because it is the only place where you can breathe and where the ocean caresses your body.

Thanks to him.

Ku'ku'lkán

As you called him on the shell, you got a sense of new, refreshing outlook on life.

I will do everything in my power to bring you out of the shadows in this collapsing world

You will discover a deeper understanding of yourself and life if you give the waves a chance to speak to you.

Namor.

Yo daré mi vida entera para el.

From the waves you see him emerge, and here you are giving him a chance and filling your heart with love. While you close your eyes, the sunlight warms your face. As he emerges from the sea, you can hear the wind whispering his song.

He sees you standing there and sees the dress around you, thinking of how it won't be allowed in his ocean. A smirk spreads across his face as he walks toward the shore with the sun shining on his golden spear.

There will be no one dearer to him than you and his only love. Weeping tears of loss and loneliness at the sight of the night. He promised you, when you shared your fears with him, there would be no fears allowed, as the ocean is feared, but you would become his queen, so you will be feared by all.

Use the power as a weapon to heal everything.

There is no good to be found on the surface because of the history of greedy destruction, of love sacrificed for power, and of conquest. You give him hope for the future with your bright eyes and beautiful spirit.

The soft breezes of another world lullaby to you as you stop, sit still, and listen.. You are in his dreams, and you wave at him as sweet dreams fill your heart.

His brown eyes stared at you and let the sun burn away the fear, melting into a wave of pleasure for him. He kisses the hand of the most precious thing in his life when he lifts it to his lips.

You.

Your bare toes touch the deep of the ocean as he pulls you toward the water.

A laugh escapes you, "Namor."

His eyes danced as he teased, "I got you, Itzia."

"I-" You are trying to argue, but Namor is leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours, silencing you.

Because of this, my love, you are the brightest

During the kiss as your eyes fell shut, you didn't even realize he rips your dress floating somewhere in the water, his arms around your waist, and your legs around his waist.

"My pretty Nikté." Namor murmured with a soft grin, his thumb stroking down your damp cheek. You smiled against his palm.

"How did I get so lucky to have you, In yakunaj?" he murmured in clear amusement and kissed your forehead.

His fingertips ran down your body, leaving a gentle cooling effect. Your eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly found yourself underwater. Then, while underwater, he smirks and kisses you again.

When you look into the water, you see the reflection of love.

He holds your wrist against the sand tracing the bracelet he gave when he took you to his kingdom. He smirks as his hands trace down your bare legs, "Who is your amor”.

"Namor," staring up at him with an intrigued expression on your face. "Meent' uts, more"

Two of Namor's fingers slide inside your pussy, gently stroking you.The other hand traces against your stomach reverently. Gliding slowly up to your breast to caress the heated flesh.His face lights up at the sound of your pleasurable moans.

"Fuck!" you scream at the strong orgasm creeping up your body. When the heat and water cover your skin, your hands curl at your sides, begging silently for more as you try to hold on to the sand.

You may lose sand from your hands in this world, but He is not slipping away from you. A man who loves and fights for his people is Namor.

As soon as he removed his hands from your hip, he began lightly brushing his fingertips along the skin where his lips had been before. His love for your moans grows as he watches them evaporate into the fire. He may enjoy burning down the world for you, but he loves burning your body for him.

You wanted to be around someone like him, who had a primal look in his eyes.

Your eyes shine brighter than fire and reflect broken glass. You will open your eyes to love if you let me.

He presses soft kisses on your neck as he strokes his fingers around your inside. Bringing you the push and pull in the way of a tsunami as if he commands the water to his will.

In k'áatech

Water flowing as the love dousing the fire leaving just the love that flows between both hearts no more the physical body but the emotional

I'd like to go with you.

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pxgeturner · 1 month

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Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?

a boxer!Miguel x author!reader story

started march 31st, 2024

Iron Fist gfx library

Prologue I. A Match for the Ages II. A Party for the Ages III. A Lecture for the Ages IV. A Meeting for the Ages V. A Date for the Ages VI. A Song for the Ages VII. A Run for the Ages VIII. A Story for the Ages IX. A Fight for the Ages X. A Victory for the ages Epilogue

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#Iron Fist 🥊#my writing #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #boxer!miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #boxer!miguel o'hara x author!reader #miguel o'hara x you #astv #astv miguel #across the spiderverse #mexican!reader

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kayschariot · 1 month

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Dreams pt . 2

SMUT WARNING

(Quackity x Reader)

It had been a few days since I talked with Alex. I didn’t really care but as for Alex he had been stressing over what he had said. Alex wasn’t able to talk to Y/N as the embarrassment would have killed him. No matter how many times Y/N would reach out she’d be left on read.

You decided it would be a good idea to go over to his house, his mom had been visiting. You took a quick drive over and found yourself knocking at the door.

“Hello? Oh! Y/N! Hi hun.” His mom spoke in a soft tone answering the door. “Hi there, could I come in?” I asked and she nodded “Why’re you here?”

“Oh i need to talk to Alex” I explained and she nodded me off. I went upstairs to his room and knocked. “Yeah?” He spoke and I smirked walking in.

he was laying down in his bed with the lights off. “Alex?” I asked shutting the door. His head whipped around and he quickly looked away hiding under the blanket. His breath quickened. “I can still see you dumbass,” I chuckled.

“I’m sorry.” he sighed. “For what?”

“For having that..that dream.” He said and i laughed sitting down on his bed, next to him. “You can’t help that .” I chuckled.

“I-I know,” He took the blanket off over him, he looked tired. “Is this a normal thing?” I asked and he nodded. “I really don’t know how to approach this” I giggled and his face was red of embarrassment.

the only light was his TV, sitting on. “Well..You know I wouldn’t mind if we di—“

“Please.”

He cut me off. “Have sex with you?” I asked,he nodded eagerly. “You sure?” I spoke “Yes yes..i’m very sure please” He spoke and I nodded.

I got up and shut the door, locking it. Alex got up and stood there. “So..I have your consent to..like..kiss you and stuff right” He asked and i nodded.

(fucking dumbass)

“O..okay..” He spoke taking a few steps toward me and placing his hands on my waist as he kissed me.

this moment was fucking euphoric for me and him. He softly pressed me against the wall, biting my bottom lip letting his tongue in. His hand found its way to my shirt as he pulled it up and off of me. He immediately went back to making out with me, His hands eagerly fiddling with the button of my jeans.

He slipped those off leaving me in a bra and panties. He slipped his shirt off and i just stared as he fiddled with the belt of his pants taking them off. He looked attractive as fuck. “You..You still sure?” He checked in. “Yes Alex.” I spoke and he went back to kissing me. He slowly pushed me back on the bed his knee going in between my legs making me moan softly.

He stopped for a moment. “That was so pretty,” He mumbled to himself and looked at my body for a moment. His hand went to the back of my bra un clipping it. I could then feel and see his hard. “Jesus christ your so fucking hot..” He mumbled and I got more and more nervous.

He slipped off my panties and looked at how wet I was. “So wet for me..?” He asked taking off his boxers.

my face was slightly red and i just looked at him. “shit i need a condom..” He spoke, “I-I’m on the pill.” I mumbled.

“I love you so fucking much..” He smiled and i smiled back. He positioned himself and slid in between my folds. A moan left my lips. “A-Alex!” I whimpered.

“You okay baby?” He said in a reassurance type tone. he started moving his hips slowly. I was moaning softly under him as he kissed me to try and shut me up.

He started going faster, pain turned into pleasure and I was getting closer and closer. The room filled with moans and ‘Wet noise.’

“You like that?” He asked as I nodded eagerly. “I-I’m g..gunna..Ohmygod..” I managed to whimper out..

“Cum for me” He spoken leaning down thrusting in and out of me. I squirmed and squeezed my eyes shut. “Look at me while I fuck you.” He spoke, And I did. I looked at him as I reached my climax. “A-ALEX! Fuck! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod..” I whimpered and moaned out biting his neck.

We both ‘finished’ and he pulled out. He got me cleaned up and we ran a bath. We came back to the room and got dressed and cuddled.

we were interrupted by a knock on the door, “Come in!” Alex said, His mom stood at the doorway. “How was your chat?” His mom asked us and we both went red, “Wh-What chat? We have just been watching movies,” Alex spoke nervousness taking over his body.

“mhm.” His mom walked out shutting the door. I laid back on his chest and giggled. “Be more fucking quiet next time please.” He asked “Next time? You plan to have sex with me again?” I giggled “Yes..yes I do.” He chuckled back.

“Damn take me on a date first.”

IM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD, someone requested a part two with smut and dawg-I’m bad with smut so i’m sorry if you wanted more then this but..sorry

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

#qsmp quacki #quackity #qsmp #mexican #smut #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #x reader #x y/n #x you #x you smut #x fem!reader #x female reader #alex quackity

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miloswebs · 7 months

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There’s a difference between Miles 1610 and Miles 42… at it is that OG Miles will call you pet names, compliment, and sweet talk you in Spanish. Miles 42 only speaks to you in Espaniol if you guys are arguing.

#42Miles’s Spanish compliments are saved only for his mami #miles morales #miles molares #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #across the spiderverse #Across the spider verse x y/n #G/N reader #fem reader #miles morales x fem!reader #miles morales x gn reader #miles morales x gwen stacy #miles morales x male reader #I’m Mexican y’all ;)

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suekeyyyy · 7 months

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-𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮-

ᰔ ʀᴏʙɪɴ ᴀʀᴇʟʟᴀɴᴏ x ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ෆ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ғʟᴜғғ, sɪʙʟɪɴɢs, sᴘᴀɴɪsʜ, ᴋɪᴅs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.

8:00 ᴘᴍ ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ

I sat down at my vanity mirror doing my hair when my stepbrother Aaron burst into my room. " ¿Qué carajo Aarón?" ( what the fuck Aaron?) I look at him," claim down Y/n." He looks me up and down. " Where are you going?" He asked," Nun, of your business." I say, fixing my messed up hair.

" Ms. Janet!" Aaron yells out my mama's name." I threw my hair brush at him he just laughed and closed my door. I rolled my eyes. I heard a knocking at him window. I walked over there, grabbing my bat next to it just in case.

I open the currents and see my boyfriend Robin smiling at me. I giggle and open the window. "Ah, Robin.~" I help him get into my room. Robin grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug. " cariño, es un gusto verte."

( Honey it's nice to see you.)

I smile at his words he is so corny. He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. " Robin, stop.~" He kisses her mouth Passionately.

They fall onto her bed, still kissing Robin on top of her. Robin breaks the kiss smiles at her and falls next to her on the bed.

" You ready to go?" he asked me."Yeah." we still lay there looking at each other. The couple walked hand in hand to the drive-in like any other night.

Time skip.

Y/n and Robin sit on a small hill behind the drive-in popcorn and soda next to them.

As we watch the movie, I feel robin grab my hand.

#x black fem reader #x black reader #x reader #black phone #robin arellano #black phone x reader #robin arellano x reader #1970s #the grabber #miguel cazarez mora #black girl beauty #latino #mexican #mexican girl

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 1 year

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Día de Muertos

Day of the Dead

Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, learn about other cultures, Day of the Dead, meet the family

Word count: 1.5 K

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Mexican Fem!Reader

prompt: Wanda knows the day of the dead, and Y/N's family

Requests: OPEN

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“What is that for?”

I put the lit candle on the floor and turned to see Wanda's curious eyes.

"Supposedly these candles and this thing" with my right hand I took a fist of the orange petals "help the souls of the departed to return to their families tomorrow."

Just when I was going to ask her to help me up, she sat next to me, facing my profile and hugging my torso with her arms.

"But why do they come back?"

"Well, to live with those of us who are still here, to eat their favorite food once again, to meet those they couldn't see when they were alive"

"Why does it only happen on November 2?"

“Well, cutie, I don't know ; I do not know why they have chosen November 2 to be the day of the dead.”

“ But isn't it scary? Normally when we talk about death in the United States or Skovia it is synonymous with something bad or even something scary”

“Tomorrow you meet my family, they will be able to explain you better than me”

I carefully got up and gave her my hand so she could get up too .

"I'm excited about it"

"No girl who has been my girlfriend, had been so excited to meet my family"

I put my arm around her shoulders as we walked away from that altar

"Did we have to get to this point to realize that I'm not like the other girls?" kiss my cheek while laughing at her own joke

"Oh, believe me , of course I had already noticed" it was my turn to kiss her cheek "from the moment you and your magic knocked me out and broke my nose, I knew I was dating someone very different"

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“Buenas tardes, ya llegamos”

("Good afternoon, we're here")

I opened the door allowing Wanda's body to pass through and her eyes to see the large table surrounded by people.

My family lived in a classic Mexican house (what they know as a hacienda), so the first thing their eyes saw was a large garden , with more than 10 children running and screaming, while the adults sitting at the back table screamed to try to reassure their little beasts.

Hearing my scream, the first to turn around were the huge number of children, who ran up to me , screaming like crazy

"Y/N! Y/N!"

I greeted as I took Laura, my youngest niece, in my arms and with my hand I caressed each and every one of the little heads around me.

“Oigan, niños, ¿Pueden decirle 'hello' a mi amiga, Wanda?”

("Hey kids, can you say 'hello' to my friend, Wanda?")

“Hello, Wanda” they repeated like a herd of sheep, making me laugh.

Wanda simply answered the greeting with her hand, and ducking her head, hiding her blush.

The children soon left us behind as they scampered around the big garden again , all except Laura, who clung to my arms, so with one arm I held the little girl's body, while with the other I took Wanda and led her to the big table

"Mija"

("Daughter")

My mother came to greet me giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek

"Hola mamá"

("Hi Mom")

“Supongo que ella es la famosa Wanda”

(“I guess she is the famous Wanda”)

“Sí, mamá, familia, ella es Wanda, mi novia; Wanda, ella es mi madre, Fernanda y mi demás familia”

(“Yes, mom, family, this is Wanda, my girlfriend; Wanda, she is my mother, Fernanda and my other family”)

"Nice to meet you ma'am, Y/N made me..."

My mother cut the little monologue that the redhead was beginning with a big hug, causing Wanda to tense thanks to the surprise making me laugh

"Oh darling, don't call me ma'am, you're already part of the family, you can call me Fernanda"

"Oh, of course Fernanda"

“Tía ¿verdad que la amiga de T/N es muy bonita?” asked little Laura

("Aunty, isn't Y/N's friend really pretty?")

“Oh claro, princesa” she took her from my arms and placed her on the ground with a kiss on her head “well, it seems that Y/N already has competition; you stole Laura's heart, Wanda"

(“Oh sure, princess”)

The three of us started laughing.

I followed introducing her to family members at the table, until I realized that the great matriarch of my family was missing

"Mamá, ¿dónde está la abuela?"

("Mom, where is Grandma?")

"Y/N?"

My grandmother came to where we were hugging me tightly and greeting everyone, completely ignoring Wanda's presence, just what I feared.

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"Doesn't your grandmother like me?"

Now, Wanda and I were on some swings in a park near my house, waiting for the large amount of food we had eaten to start to go down .

“It's…complicated for her. That's why I had my doubts about bringing you to Mexico."

“Is it because I am a woman?”

“No, baby” I leaned in to give her a little kiss on her nose “it's just…complicated. Sorry to put you through this, my axolotl.”

"No, love, it's not your fault"

At that moment, the older children arrived on their bicycles

"¡Oye Y/N! Mi mamá dice que regresemos, no falta mucho para que enciendan el altar"

("Hey Y/N! My mom says to go back, it's not long before they light the altar")

"Está bien, ahora vámonos"I stood up holding out my hand for Wanda to do the same " are you ready to see the magic of my culture, my princess?" I kissed her hand while she laughed

("Okay, now let's go")

"Yep"

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Out of the corner of your eye you can see how Wanda and my cousins were braiding their hair, playing and I could even see how Laura began to apply her little toy lipstick

"Es muy guapa" commented my aunt, who was sitting next to me, having a beer, "y se adapta muy rápido"

("She's very pretty") ("and she adapts very quickly")

“No tendría que adaptarse” commented my grandmother "“ay, hija, ya no digas del hecho de que es una mujer, habiendo tantas mujeres mexicanas tan hermosas, tú decides... ¿salir con una gringa?”

("She shouldn't have to adapt") ("oh, daughter, don't mention the fact that she is a woman, there are so many beautiful Mexican women, you decide… go out with a gringa?")

“Abuela, primero, Wanda no es gringa es de Skovia, segundo, ¿Qué importa si es mexicana o no?, la amo, con cada fibra de mi corazón. Sin mencionar que... no sabes que cara puso cuando le comencé a hablar de nuestra cultura; ella quiere conocerla, y no le voy a negar el derecho de poder conocer una parte de mi cuando ella me ha permitido conocer cada parte de ella”

(“Grandma, first, Wanda is not a gringa, she is from Skovia, second, what does it matter if she is Mexican or not? I love her with every fiber of my heart. Not to mention that… you don't know what face he made when I started talking to her about our culture; She wants to meet her, and I am not going to deny her the right to know a part of me when she has allowed me to know every part of her”)

My grandmother got up furious and went to the room where she had the altar

"¿Cuál es tu maldito problema?"

("What's your damn problem?")

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Narrates Wanda

"Good evening, can I come in?"

Y/N's grandma turned around so she could see me, and simply gave a small nod of her head, allowing me in.

I carefully walked in and crouched down beside her to watch as she arranged the food on, what Y/N called, the altar.

"What is on offer?"

“Y/N told me that today, you could answer my questions regarding the day of the dead”

"Ask"

"Why is the day of the dead November 2? Why aren't they afraid to talk about death? Is the famous bread of the dead made from human remains?… "

The lady's laugh interrupted my questions, causing me to want to hit myself , I'm so stupid

"Well, you have questions, huh?"

“Yes, I want to learn as much as I can about Y/N and her past. I always thought that loving someone meant loving every little bit of that person, and truly, I love Y/N with every fiber of my heart. Each and every word falls short of how much I love Y/N, and I want her to know it."

The lady was silent, arranging things, so I thought she would not answer me, but when I was going to get up to leave, the lady spoke

“The day of the dead is November 2 because in the eighteenth century, during the viceroyalty, the tradition was to go to church on November 1, All Saints' Day, to pray for intercession for the sins of the dead. and that they receive those indulgences on November 2, All Souls' Day. We Mexicans are not afraid to talk about death because we respect it, we wait for it as a friend, because we know that nothing can prevent death, why fear it if we are all going to end up dying? And finally , no , the bread of the dead is not made from the dead”

The lady laughed at that last

"Well, thanks for clarifying my doubts"

"Wait, do you want a piece of pan de muerto?" she cut a piece of the bread that was on the altar and handed it to me

"But, Y/N told me that we can't eat the food from the altar…it's for the dead, not the living."

"Well, I don't think the dead will get angry if I give a piece to the new member of the family" he handed it back to me, while giving me a smile

"Thank Mrs"

"Rosa, tell me Rosa"

"Well, thanks, Rosa."

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Narrate Y/N

Just when I was going to ask where Wanda was, I saw her arrive eating a piece of bread and her mouth covered in sugar .

"Where were you, sweet axolotl?"

“With your grandmother, talking” apparently she saw the concern on my face, so she just laughed and gave me a kiss, full of sugar “ don't worry, she already likes me, she gave me this. It is very rich”

"Hey" I snatched the bread giving her a bite "you should n't eat sugar , sweets can't eat other sweets"

Wanda just laughed, kissing me again

“Thank you very much for bringing me to know a little more about you, baby”

"Thank you very much for wanting to know a little more about me, baby axolotl."

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vidi-ugh · 8 months

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genderbent Valgrace au in which Jason is Taylor Swift tall (5'11") and Leo is her fav lil shorty standing at 5'0" 🥰🥰🥰

#listen I have mexican genes so I know how this works lmao #I'm 5'1 🥲#and yet I still managed to be a bit taller than most of the other Latinas in my high school 💀#one of my sister's friends is 4'11 #but she's a baddie tho and yknow what?#so is Leo 💅#leo valdez #jason grace #valgrace #genderbent!valgrace #gender bend au #fem!valgrace #fem!jason grace #fem!leo valdez #pjo #hoo

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tlahuizkalli · 2 years

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TIK TOK:

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 1 year

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Hi! I come bearing more Peter and Mexican wife content. How do you imagine it would go when they send their kid to school for the first time? Also, do you imagine one or both of them being the breadwinner(s)?

YE!

Second question first!

I see Peter wanted to do that thing of "men of the house help his family with money" but due to his condition it was hard for him to get a good job that pays well.

So at the start the wife brought home to bacon while he was the stay at home husband/dad person

This was still a thing even when he got a good job writing for the newspaper that's mostly done at home. He'd go out and observe the streets and write stories he hears so it's not like he's a big reporter or anything and uses a pseudonym

Now for the first question:

I'll say it now, it's all tears and Peter trying to not cry in public when it was his baby's first day of school

Peter was brave at first for his child but then as soon as the hugs of goodbye happened he knew he was breaking

He was failing on not making this longer than it should be

While they were at school Wendy and everyone else visited cause he was most likely gonna be crying alone at home

#black butler #black butler peter #black butler peter x reader #mexican fem so #hispanic fem so

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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𝘼 𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙁𝙡𝙮

pairing: soft dark!Andy Barber x ballet dancer!Reader

concept: Dancer or dance? How can we tell if a dance is free?

word count: 2.5k

warnings: soft dark Andy, blindfold, desire, fingering, poetic smut, lust, rough sex, p in v smut, body worship, possessive Andy, public sex-dressing room, tiny angst, unprotected sex, manipulation, dance themes,— nicknames: butterfly

a/n: Inspired by my ballet days and the song experience --Ludovico Eunaudi

lovely betas: @jobean12-blog and @writing-for-marvel

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Flying without wings, traveling without moving, seeing the entire universe without opening your eyes.

As you move, you embody your own language, poetic and emotional in a way you can't express with your words; seeing the audience's faces brighten up with happiness, sadness, or anger fills you with excitement.

Through one of your art pieces, you showed the crowd your story and danced into the emotions of expressing the story through your body. The movement flowed smoothly through your body, and you felt your hips your hips extending as your leg elongated up through your toes

Upon hearing the first melody, you closed your eyes, forcing a deep breath out of your nose into your lungs. To prove your exceptionality, you must prove your worth. In dance, the body is used as a medium to tell a tale with music. The aim is to create an artistic image with tunes in the bones.

The rhythm began to move you as soon as you heard the mellow beat, your limbs fully extended with every downbeat.

You continued your routine, adjusting certain parts of your body to emphasize them. Seeing for his eyes only, since he was the reason you were on stage to begin with.

While standing in the doorway, his mouth curled into a smile. Watching your body move in sync with the music, he was captivated by its alluring appearance.

His eyes break out of the trance, but only to be sucked back in by a trance much more alluring in your eyes. Stepping forward, he gazed into the mirror and met your eyes. Your skin came alive with the light of his crystalline gaze, illuminating every inch of your body and making you hyper-aware of his presence from head to toe.

You stopped your movement and looked down at him in the mirror as he pulled a thick piece of black cloth from his jacket pocket. He quickly moved up behind you and placed the satin pink ribbon binding around your eyes. His blue eyes are going to be your eyes now, and he will lead you further into what you desire. He will make the light shine when he is around.

In spite of the darkness that surrounds my soul, it will rise in perfect light

Your eyes almost watered as you felt the ribbon slide over them. Andy's fingertips gently brushed the soft skin of your cheek. The sweet smell of his cologne and the way he touched your body made you want to dance.

In the same manner, as a soft classical melody, you whispered into the room: "You shouldn't be in here."

You will endure the pain of satin ribbons tightening your eyes , but Andy will lead the way.

It sounded like he was moving away from you and closing the door behind him. The sound startled you. Your heart raced as you heard the lock turn.

He whispered into your ear, “Butterfly, if you want me to stop, I won't.”

You felt the heat of his breath against your skin. “Do you know why I won’t stop coming to you?” Through the mirror, he leaned closer to your neck to watch your movements.

“Because you are mine to dance with. Day and night.”

There was no fear that you would tell him to stop, who would refuse Andy and tell him to leave?

The touch of his lips on your ear made you loosen up. Though you couldn't see him, you stepped back and pressed yourself against him.

Your back pressed against his front, and he inhaled deeply.

“'I want a show of my pussy' sounds”

Your body brushed against his hips like a lover's dance.

Your skin was so soft and he began kissing your neck, lightly nibbling at the most sensitive part. Your body seemed to be engulfed in flames when his lips touched your bare skin.

"Oh my!" you moan when Andy pokes his hungry mouth on your neck.

"You were good tonight. I wasn't planning to stay, but I was going to send you my appreciation."

Andy bites down on your collarbone. Almost a growl escapes your lips. The moan he carved from your body. Tonight, your dance together begins with that moan.

“You’ve got it, don’t you? That high. You want to be worshiped and adored."

The words touched your body deeply and the truth penetrated your spirit. Being the best in the program was important to you, and you wanted to be seen in your own right. The moment of truth is Andy's way of showing you that you must be blind if you want to be seen, and that is what he needs to show you.

You felt shockwaves through your body as you imagined what he might do next if he knew how you felt. With your head turned to the side, you made access easier for him.

Let yourself be swept away to another world, another time, another place.

You were experiencing difficulties forming words, but your body was speaking for you. Andy kissed you on the neck and smiled. His hands moved to your waist as he pulled you closer, and you could feel his hard-on pulling against the fabric of his pants.

Under your pink ballet leotards, he was curious to see what was hidden for him. His fingers danced over your body. As he ripped away the fabric along your shoulders, your bare back was exposed to him. Your body is a dance floor for him to do his steps on.

Cool air hit your hot skin as he caressed it softly with his artful fingers. There was almost an electric sensation as his hands glided across your skin like magic. It seemed like tiny lightning bolts flew from his body to yours.

In the room, there seemed to be a thick layer of air. Andy found it almost impossible to breathe. A slow dance, exposing just a bit of your skin at a time, was the way he hoped to capture every feature, every dimple, every freckle, and every curve on your body.

The material was moved off your arms and then to your waist. You were exposed to him as he kneeled behind you, pulling the dress further down your body. With a gentle pull down your leg, he lifted the thong off your legs and began kissing your legs up to your spine.

A soft feathery kiss to the skin. You let out a small whimper when you felt him kiss your skin and feel liquid fire coursing through your veins.

Andy stood back up and ran his hands up your body. As he kissed your neck again, he whispered softly into your ear. "Butterfly, tell me what you want."

A sense of urgency echoed through your voice as you said, "I want to be yours to dance with".

The powerful emotions Andy now felt were totally different from the ones he used to feel when he first saw you dance. There seemed to be electricity between you two, fueling your desires, and sparking your passions.

He removed his jacket and tossed it aside.

Loosening his tie, he began unbuttoning his white dress shirt. His plan was to show you what you owed him.

“Despite what you showed the crowd, you're going to show me more. I will get the special treatment of seeing and feeling your steps" The sound of him removing his clothes could be heard as you stood there.

You didn't even take the blindfold off because you knew it would cause a harsh reaction from him. Turning carefully, you placed your hands on the dressing table before reaching out to touch his chest. As you caressed his muscular chest, Andy groaned at your fingertips.

People dance notes, and you dance with Andy.

Every second was filled with deep and aching joy. You brushed up to his strong jaw, lightly grazing his neck with your fingertips. He was impressed by how you felt so far. A few kisses landed on his chest from your lips. You slid the shirt off after running your hands over his chest and shoulders.

Andy grinned. Seeing that you wanted it as much as he did, he realized he was not alone. In one swift motion, he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. His hand touched your chin and he tilted your head upward. Your lips was kissed by a greedy, hungry mouth. As his tongue danced past your lips, he smiled. Your mouth was filled with a warm woodsy flavor. Every tiny detail and secret spot was explored by his tongue.

Your arms encircled his neck, your breasts pressed against his chest as your lips met, brushing against his strong muscular body. There was nothing better than kissing Andy because he made you weak. Just in his kiss, he exuded the passion that lingered within his soul. The harder he pressed his body against yours, the harder he got. Your fingers ran through his soft hair, chuckling behind the kiss.

In one swift motion, he ran his fingertips along the center of your back, causing you to squirm against him. He then broke the kiss and began to kiss you along your shoulder, scraping the skin with his teeth. He began reaching down into your heated core, which he knew would be wet and inviting for him.

The deep lyrics of love spoke through touch or caress, the laceration of hearts was done with one glance. His glance.

Every muscle in your body stiffened in anticipation. What would he do to you next? "I can't take much more," you said softly, your voice trembling in the air, "I can't, Sir."

There was almost a pleading quality to your melody, as if you wanted to be pampered and taken care of. The soft skin of your thighs was brushed by his fingers. His quest led him to the location he had long desired. With his finger, he massaged your pussy, parting the folds. You were drenched. You were pushed back towards the mirror dresser by him.

A silky moan of pleasure escaped your lips as he explored between your thighs. His finger was even more teasing now that he had located your center of pleasure. A cold rush of air touched your backside as you backed up toward the dresser.

The blindfold still covered your eyes. At this precise moment, your body was on for him. Attempting to free his swollen cock, you grasped the front of his pants and fumbled with the buttons and fly. His gaze was fixed on every move you made as you struggled with his pants.

You were the beginning of his dance. He would have fun with you.

"Simply take it..." He took a deep breath in and he bucked his hips in a hard, deep thrust. During the shock, your throat let out a mumble. "I'll hold on until...I force you to come the way I want you to."

"Please—I…"

"You feel that," he said, kissing your lips and caressing your head. "You know how it feels,"

"Yes, sir." At his size, your throat tightened as you swallowed hard.

"Good…" Andy grinned as he wrapped your leg around his waist. "All I want is for you to come for me.."

He pounded inside you as he caressed your thigh. Two hands soon guided your hips, forming a fast rhythm. You let out a raucous mutter of contentment.

Male and female dancers need to be synchronized and have a strong romance. A male dancer controls the female's body while you move delicately around him. The way your body reacted to him hypnotized him. He can do whatever he wants and make you feel however he wants.

Pushing himself into you and then pulling out. He could feel the pressure in his cock building already. As you tightened around him, he groaned under the kiss. He knew that you were probably feeling the pressure just as fast as he was. His lips tore away from yours, as he bent his head to bite at your neck.

Andy could feel you tightening around his throbbing cock. The grip he had on your neck stiffened as he moved faster. Feeling you at last. His throbbing cock continued to cause cum to leak out of your pussy while your moans grew louder.

Screaming loudly, you threw your head back. A sudden and intense orgasm nearly caught you off guard. You buried your nails deep into his skin as explosions erupted in your mind. He could feel your cum spilling over him, lubricating your entrance even more. You contracted and pulsed around him, trying to take the pleasure out of him.

In response to your orgasm, he slammed harder into your delicate body. Seeing you tighten around him and pulse hard, he groaned loudly. Almost coming there and then, he bit down on his lip hard. It wasn't yet time for him to stop fucking you. There was no way he was going to stop. By reaching up, he removed the blindfold from your eyes.

He looked at you. Your eyes were only half open, but you were filled with passion.

There is a sense of darkness in every moment when I close my eyes

There was something deeply moving about his ice blue eyes. You continued to feel aftershocks. The dressing room echoed with your moans.

With lust, he kissed your body gently and you closed your eyes again, this time looking into your blackness.

Despite working your whole life to get into this ballet company, everyone seems to work against you. The moment you met Andy, you were surrounded by girls who envied you. To make you the best in the world, he needed you to dance one for him to use as his canvas. Every night after your show, as he tells a story with your body, he stretches you.

It's the perfect time to tell you about a couple who fell in love after your performance, isn't it? And you did the same, taking your time to enjoy the sparks that ran through your veins while you held Andy's hand, the butterflies that filled your senses when he was holding your waist, the flush on your skin when his eyes were full of lust.

Dancer or dance? How can we tell if a dance is free?

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