#x hispanic reader

. .˚ ⋆ Can you help me unbutton my blouse?.. . .˚ ⋆

pairing: Tito Jackson x Reader

summary: Tito’s got you all worked up..you’re watching your husband tito on stage with his brothers. Watching him play that guitar and sing with that bassy voice has you feeling some type of way….

heads up! ⋆ ..Explicit(MDNI), unprotected sex, p in v, cowgirl, vaginal fingering.. you and Tito are married, there’s probably a huge window inside your NY suite so..

word count: 1.5k

.˚ ⋆ requested by @missharper33

1978 —-NYC

Sitting in the front table of the performance hall of a Jackson’s performance, meant being engulfed by the diehard fans behind you. It surprised you how loud the attendees were, considering this was a formal event…

You sat at your circular table alone, the candle flame in the middle of the table holding still despite the commotion happening all around. You were waiting to see your husband and his brothers walk onto stage and deliver another perfect performance.

While you were focused on swirling the champagne in your glass, you noticed the audience immediately simmering down, you cut your eyes back to the stage to see the boys coming out. A stupidly big smile started to spread across your face because really, you still had a huge crush on your pop star husband.

You watched The Jacksons playing perfectly in unison as always, but naturally your eyes were attracted to Tito and the way he dominated his guitar. Every time you looked, his brown eyes were already watching that pretty face. You couldn’t help to shy away from his gaze with another stupid smile intruding your face.

One song in particular, Heartbreak Hotel.. The way Tito played his riffs in the song were always so sexy to you..You started to feel an overwhelming heat overcome you. While Tito played guitar he never broke eye contact with you, and this time you delivered the same attention. You started fumbling with the buttons on your blouse as you zoned out. At this moment all you could dream of was being played with like that guitar. You finally snapped back to reality when one of the waitresses working the night asked if you wanted your champagne glass refilled.

Soon the show ended, the lights overhead began to shine brighter for dismissal. You quickly downed whatever was left of your champagne and popped up to go find the fellas. Once you got through the crowd, you found your way to the backstage door, pushing it open you were met with the brothers and extra stage crew packing up. The room was filled with all types of clattering while others indulged in their own conversations.

“Hey baby,” You heard Tito’s deep smooth voice cut your attention.

“Tito!” You called out, finally laying eyes on him. He held his empty guitar case in one hand while his guitar was propped against his vanity.

You walked to him, your heels tapping the ground with each step.

He kissed you wrapping his free arm around your waist

“You liked the show mama?” Tito began.

“Absolutely. As always.” You said looking around, “I liked how you played that guitar.” You winked at him.

“I’m glad you did baby.” He grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on your palm. It really didn’t help how turned on you were already, his lips sent a shock of electricity through your body.

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The night at the hotel started off quiet. Tito sat on the suites large couch, watching the small tv on the stand. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned and his tie had been loosened while he man spread in the middle of the couch.

You peeked from the opposing wall, still wearing your buttoned up blouse from earlier and your panties.

“Tito..” You started shyly.

He turned his head to you raising his eyebrows.

“Can you…help me unbutton my blouse?” you stepped into the dim light.

A smile started to grow on his face as he motioned for you to ‘come here’.

You straddled his waist sitting on his lap.

“you need my help?” his voice lower than before. He placed both his hands on your hips supporting you.

“please?”

He could tell how needy you were just by the way you were acting, the look in your eyes…and probably your wet panties.

He took one hand off your hip and began to slowly undo the buttons with one hand. You looked down and watched as he did so, you felt his other hand travel down to your thigh.

The excitement continued to grow inside you as he continued going lower, you let out a deep exhale.

Once your blouse was open, he ran his thumb down your stomach, your breath hitching in your throat. He looks up at you.

“All done.” he says tilting his head. Even though he was done, he never let go of your thigh. He took his free hand and brought your face to his capturing you in a kiss. You melted into the kiss placing a hand on his chest.

You pulled away out of breath,

“what’s got you so worked up baby?” he asked already knowing what the answer was.

“I don’t know, can you help me?” you said pushing up against his chest.

“Baby, I need you to tell me what’s wrong,” He ran his thumb over your lips.

“Tito… I need you so bad..” you whispered.

“But I’m right here.” he leaned into your neck, placing kisses on your sensitive skin. You let out a breath of pleasure, you felt like you were going to combust at any moment.

“Tito..” you breathed out.

His grip tightened on your thigh before he pulled away. He began to trace the laces on your panties.

“Maybe we should get these off you, you’re all wet,” he said looking back up at you. Your eyes were practically pleading.

You pushed yourself up letting him help you take off the soaked fabric. Feeling the cool air hit your wet core, you attempted to slightly close your legs.

“No.” Tito said pushing your thigh back open. He took his other hand and used his thumb to start rubbing slow and soft circles on your clit. You let out a whimper already letting the pleasure consume you.

“You like that, baby?” he asked.

“mmhmm..” you attempted even though it came out more as a moan.

“Use your words,” he demanded.

“Y-yes…” you said beginning to grind against his thumb. Tito grabbed your chin kissed you, moving his fingers lower. You felt his fingers curl inside you. It always felt amazing when he fingered you, given he was a guitarist.

“I saw you lookin’ at me tonight on stage,” his voice was low and smooth, enough to already make you close. “fumbling with these buttons…” he tightened his grip on your thigh, you let out a whimper as he began to move his fingers faster.

“Aww baby, look at you,” That was the last thing he said before he suddenly stopped.

You grabbed his forearm, “why’d you stop?” You said out of breath.

“I felt you tightening around me, I want to give you more.” he took the hand you placed on his forearm and guided it to his loosened dress pants, he was hard..

“We can help each other this time, babydoll.”

You looked down at him before placing a kiss on his lips. You two melted into the kiss while you unbuttoned his pants, slowly taking down the zipper. You pulled away so you could get a full view of his dick popping out his waistband.

The dripping precum glistened in the dim lighting. Tito leaned back into the chair, watching your reaction, your mouth slightly ajar, seemingly acting like you’ve never seen it before.

You began to stroke his hard, throbbing cock, your eyes completely glazed over. Tito let out a sigh of pleasure.

“c’mere,” he said placing both his hands on your hips.

You raise yourself up again, moving closer, aligning his tip with your wet entrance.

“Tito…” you softly called out, he slowly began to lower you down on himself, both of you letting out a gasp of pleasure.

“Oh my gosh..” you moaned.

You began to grind yourself on his hard dick.

“Oh baby…” He threw his head back on the couch.

He took his thumb and rubbed small circles on your clit. You were a moaning mess, you had been waiting for this all night.

“I-I’m gonna ..c-cum..!” You let out a broken moans.

Tito held you still as he moved his hips to slouch further into the couch.

He took charge, lifting you allowing his dick to come crashing into you. You let out a yelp and held onto his wrist. His began to pick up pace feeling you tighten around him.

“How is it baby?” he said straining his voice.

You let out nothing but incoherent moans.

“Tito m’gonna-“ You let out a moan hitting your orgasm, he came crashing into you one last time, his hips stuttering as he held you down on himself. His warm cum painting the inside of you white.

You both held still for a moment, the sound of panting filled the room, you had forgot the tv was still on since you were so consumed in pleasure.

Tito sat up still holding you. He encased you in a warm embrace.

Letting out a chuckle he pulled away, offering slow kisses to your soft lips.

“Thank you Tito..” you said hugging his neck.

“Anything for you baby.” his voice started to fade away as you lulled to sleep.

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Summary- when in doubt Tito Jackson is the one to lay it down

Warning: implied smut and explicit language

Authors note: tell me how y'all like this cause I wrote this in like 2-3 days and this is my first ever smut fic

Pair: husband x wife

"Come on Tito do you really expect me to believe you can put it down on a lady like that" Jermaine said laughing along with the rest of the brothers "yes Maine what's so hard to believe about it" Tito fired back with a slight glare.

Today was one of the days where the brothers didn't have much practicing to do since they were ahead of their routines, so they decided to go to Tito's chill for tonight and the next few days. Unlucky for Tito though tonight did not seem to be in his favor since his brothers didn't believe he could "lay it down" on his women like he says he could.

"I mean come on Tito do you really expect us to believe that you do what you say you do with a woman like that" Jackie says with a smirk on his face as he looks around to Jermaine, Marlon and Michael as they started laughing. Tito looked down the hall to where his room was to see a closed door and softly smiled knowing you were behind it asleep.

"Man whatever y'all just mad that I got me a nice piece of ass and you got nothing" Tito said unexpectedly as he got up and started heading to his room with that same smirk that Jackie had on moments ago "wait Tito come back you know we're just joking" Marlon said out of no where

"Yea Tito come on back they ain't mean nothing by it" Micheal also said just for Jermaine to tell him "shut up mike" in a hushed tone

"it's alright mike they are just mad that they're not me plus I was going to turn in for the night anyway see y'all in the morning" Tito said as he walked into his room "good night/ see you in the morning" the four other brothers said in union

As Tito laid down in bed he heard as micheal said "man look what y'all did" in a terrible whisper just for Jermaine to reply with "whatever mike I just said what we all were thinking" just for Marlon and Jackie to laugh for Marlon to follow up with " he's right mike, there is no way he can keep up with a beautiful lady like that in bed."

While all that was going on in the living room in Tito's room he was just laying there silently thinking how he ended up with y/n anyways. That's when y/n woke up slightly to see Tito in bed next and groggily said "mi amor when did you get in bed" causing Tito to lose his train of thought "just now" tito replies as he pull you closer causing you to put your head on his chest.

As you rub your eyes tiredly you say "well let go back to bed ok" Tito hums softly as he rubs your back putting you back to bed and slowly closes his eyes aswell

In the morning

While Tito woke up he felt around the bed just to find it empty which wasn't a shocker but still caused his eyes to shoot open. As Tito got up though he left the room to the smell of food, making him walk to the kitchen where it reveals you.

While he stood in the doorway watching you, caught up in his own thoughts for him not to realize you had turned around and saw him watching you make breakfast

you said "good morning Tito" pulling him out of his thoughts and as he starts walking towards you and replies "good morning baby" "did you have a good night with your brothers last night" "I guess you can call it that" Tito said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and presses a firm kiss on your lips

"UGH get a room" causing the couple to turn around to reveal that it was Marlon who said that as he, Micheal, Jackie and Jermaine walk in "stop Marlon I think it's cute" "of course you do Michael" Marlon shot back

"Obviously he does because we are cute plus we had a room before y'all walked in" you shot back to Marlon "Yea whatever, what's for breakfast anyway" he said "pancakes and bacon" and with that everyone sat down started serving themselves to eat

Time skip to that night

Everyone but you and Tito decided to go out tonight because they were bored and had nothing else to do. While laying in bed Tito stared at you, as you got ready to go to sleep as he was in deep thought when he spoke up and said "baby can I ask you a quick question" "sì, I don't know why you are asking to ask but ok" you replied "do I please you whenever we fuck?"

You look at Tito strangely but nodding "yes why?" You say as you lay in bed next to Tito. as you start kissing Tito, he says "well the boys were joking about how I 'don't know how' to" as you kissed Tito's neck, slowly rubbing down his chest "well...no but It got me thinking" "about what" "about how I make you feel" Tito finally let's out as he grips your jaw softly and gazes into your eyes as he puts one hand on your hip and the other on your inner thigh rubbing it up and down

"Yea well does this give you any hints to how you make me feel" you say smiling as you firmly grab Tito's hand and guide it the to wet spot on your underwear "oh baby I think imma need a bigger hint then just that" he says pushing you back against the pillows and giving you a knowing kiss on the lips

With Jackie and the brothers

After a long night Jackie and the boys decided to come back to the house to get some rest before they have to go back to their regular schedule. As they are heading home though they start talking about Tito and you.

"I wonder what they're doing right now" Michael said as he looked out the window "what who's doing?" Marlon asked "Tito and y/n obviously" Micheal stated just for Jermaine to burst out laughing and say "I don't know but what I do know is that he ain't laying it down on y/n"

Just for Marlon and Jackie to burst out in laughter as well "oh my god why are y'all still on that" Micheal groaned, "because it's obvious that he doesn't get anything despite being married" Jermaine said. Jackie pipes in still laughing "oh lighten up mike or you're gonna have us thinking that you don't get nun either" as he pulls into the driveway.

As Jackie, Jermaine, Marlon and Michael walk through the door still laughing about their conversation, when they suddenly hear the faint sounds moaning and groaning coming from the inside of yours and Tito's room. While listening they looked around with a shocked look on their faces since they truly didn't expect Tito knew how to lay it down or at least not in the right way.

"well damn who knew he had it in him" Jermaine said with a serious face and went to bed as the brothers stared and followed very shortly after.

The end

TAGLIST:

Hamilton

Pairing: Malachi Barton x Hispanic Reader

Word count: 714

Warnings: Fluff

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A/N: Enjoy!

You hadn’t told Malachi. Not because you didn’t want him there, but because the pressure of leading a musical—Hamilton of all things—was already crushing you.

Playing Eliza meant late-night rehearsals, balancing schoolwork, and constant reminders that the whole school (and their parents) would be watching. You didn’t want him to see you mess up.

So you kept it quiet.

First night home

(Part 2 to “Blancanieves”)

⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ────𝜗𝜚────⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

(Simon Riley x Hispanic! Reader)

Your family had finally gone home, leaving behind stacks of Tupperware, well-meaning advice, and kisses pressed to your baby’s cheeks. You loved them—but now, it was just you, Simon, and Gracie. Your new little world.

You sat on the edge of the bed, gingerly shifting your weight, wincing as a flash of pain rippled through your lower body.

Simon was already by your side, crouching low. “Slow, love. I got you.” His hand cupped under your elbow, steady and gentle. “Let’s try standing a little longer first, yeah?”

You nodded, cheeks flushed with exhaustion and a touch of embarrassment. You hated needing help, hated how heavy your limbs felt, how sore and delicate everything was. But Simon didn’t mind. He never minded.

He helped you to your feet like you were made of glass, keeping one hand on your back. “There we go. That’s it, sweetheart. Lean on me.”

With his help, you walked to the bathroom. Every step was a slow shuffle. When you got there, you gave him a shy, hesitant look.

“I—I can handle it from here,” you murmured, not quite meeting his eyes. “I just need to shower and change.”

His brow furrowed. “You sure? I don’t mind—”

You shook your head quickly. “No, it’s just… I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Simon’s face softened instantly. “Hey. Don’t do that.”

“Simon—”

“I mean it.” His voice was low, quiet. Full of love. “You just brought our daughter into this world. I’ve never loved you more than I do right now. You’re beautiful. All of you.”

You swallowed hard, chest tight with emotion. “I know. I just—I need a second, mi amor, please.”

He nodded. “Okay. Take your time. I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

When you slowly emerged, towel-dried and dressed in the comfiest clothes you could manage, Simon was already at the bed, stacking pillows just the way you liked them, fluffing the blanket you used every night. He turned when he heard you, eyes soft.

“C’mere, mama.”

You waddled slowly over, easing yourself into bed with his help. “God, I feel like an eighty-year-old abuelita.”

He grinned. “Still the hottest abuelita I’ve ever seen.”

You swatted his arm, laughing weakly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he countered, tucking a pillow behind your back. “That better?”

You nodded. “Much.”

Gracie started fussing softly in her bedside bassinet. Simon turned his head immediately. “I’ll get her.”

He scooped her up with practiced care, gently placing her in your arms. “You want help?” he asked, already adjusting the blankets around your lap.

“Yeah,” you whispered, already guiding her tiny mouth to your chest. She latched after a few tries, and you exhaled slowly, pain and relief threading together.

Simon sat beside you, watching with wonder.

“She’s… perfect,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Just like her mum.”

“She’s hungry,” you murmured, watching Gracie suckle. “You think she’s getting enough?”

“She’s eating like a champ,” he smiled. “Just like her mum, too.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was real.

After a few more minutes, your eyes began to flutter closed. Simon took notice, carefully easing Gracie from your arms once she finished feeding.

“You sleep,” he said gently. “I’ve got her.”

“You sure?”

He nodded, already shifting her into the crook of his arm. “Sleep, baby. I’ll be right here.”

You were out in minutes.

Simon held Gracie close, pressing a kiss to her soft little forehead.

“Alright, Gracie girl,” he whispered. “Let’s give you the grand tour.”

He padded quietly down the hall to the nursery, flicking on the soft star-shaped nightlight. “This is your room. Your mama and I picked every color, every stuffed animal, every tiny blanket, every book.”

He sat in the rocking chair, holding her securely against his chest, her sleepy eyes blinking up at him.

“You know, your mum yelled at me in Spanish the whole time I built your crib,” he murmured with a smile. “I didn’t understand some words meant—but I knew it meant it had to be perfect. ‘Cause you deserve perfect.”

Gracie blinked again. A tiny sigh left her mouth.

“You’re so small. So beautiful,” he said, voice cracking just slightly. “And I—I didn’t think I’d get this. A family. A home. You and her.”

He wiped a tear from his cheek, sniffing once. “You’ve changed everything, little one. You made me a dad. You made me feel whole just like your mummy did when I first layed eyes on her.”

She yawned, slowly drifting off in his arms.

Simon rocked her for a while longer before standing, moving to her crib. “Alright, baby girl,” he whispered. “Time for your first time in your crib.”

He laid her down slowly into the crib, careful to tuck the swaddle snug and smooth. No loose blankets—just the softest fitted sheets. She settled instantly, like she knew she was home.

With a final kiss to her forehead, he turned on the baby monitor and took the receiver with him.

He checked in on you next—still sound asleep, one hand curled under your cheek. He left the door cracked open just in case you called for him.

Then he made his way to the kitchen. The silence was peaceful now.

He moved on autopilot. Packing leftovers, wiping down the counters—twice. Because that’s how you liked it. He swept and mopped the floor. Organized the fridge. Tucked the pan dulce your cousin brought into the bread box.

After a quick shower, he padded barefoot back to Gracie’s room, scooping her up carefully, holding her to his chest once again. She didn’t stir.

He brought her back to bed, placing her in the baby donut nestled between you both. You didn’t wake. You just breathed slowly, deeply, and Gracie mirrored you without even knowing it.

Simon lay on his side, facing the two of you, propped up on one arm.

He exhaled, long and quiet.

This was it.

His girls. His home. His whole life, right here.

Perfect.

let me in 🌊

!xxxtentacion x !latina reader

warning! : fluff, cursing, weed, drowning, vomit

word count!: 2k

y/n —-> orange

jahseh —-> blue

jahseh was getting ready to go to bed, but then he got a buzz on his phone, it was y/n.

yo you awake?

yes but i’m abt to go to sleep

boo hoo, come with me to the beach

y/n recently found a place to stay right next to the beach, it was a motel but she mad it work. her new location of recidence allowed her to be more connected to the ocean and take reside in.

it took jahseh a few moments before replying, he wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t get caught and had a plan to get back, since he was put into his grandmas house for the time being until he could get his life together.

ok sure

YAYAYA! i’ll bring my speaker u bring the za pls pooki

bruh fine but stop calling me that dumb shit

okay pooki wtv u say 💋

jahseh sighed and put his phone down, he grabbed the nearest shirt to him and threw it on. he went to his cabinet and grabbed some already rolled up blunts.

he sneaked downstairs and opened the front door and hopped on his bike and started his route to y/n’s.

meanwhile y/n was getting ready, grabbing her speaker and her keys, but she was stopped once she got the notification that there would be some rain that was expected to come in 30 minutes

“shit,’ she hissed rubbing her forehead.

‘let’s hope it isn’t that hard and won’t ruin our night,’ y/n whispered to herself.

however this night was odd to her, since she loved going out at night and doing the simplest things , however jahseh was more kept to himself and almost never cracked jokes.

in their friend group jahseh was quiet but everyone else was aware that he had something special. y/n on the other hand was known to be the clown of the group, always to crack jokes or make someone spit water out of their mouth due to her clownery.

y/n was just so surprised that jah said yes, they hardly hung out alone but a few weeks ago they both spotted each other at a party. they both didn’t want to be there, but were forced to stay. y/n mustered up her courage and asked him to take a smoke break outside with her. he nodded and they sat in silence until jah said, “thanks,”

y/n replied with a simple

“you’re welcome.”

and there a odd yet interesting friendship sparked between the two of them. y/n couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t attracted to the quiet boy, his eyes were so haunting but that just provoked y/n to learn more about him.

yo i’m here, wya?

coming down, meet outside the lobby

jahseh put his phone back in his pocket and waited for y/n. as he waited he took one of the joints out and lit it, then took a deep inhale of the joint. he blinked a few times to adjust to the new feeling the weed gave him. when we was high he would become more relaxed and less uptight and a little more out of his shell.

“might as well catch up with y/n’s energy,” he chuckled.

“what about y/n?” she said appearing in front of jahseh.

“na that I already took a hit because you always got mad energy whenever wherever you go.” jahseh said pointing at her speaker.

“touche, but like if there ain’t no y/n ain’t no party.” she giggled.

“yeah right,” jahseh said rolling his eyes.

“whatever boy, let’s go.” y/n said as she turned on her speaker and connected it to her phone.

y/n assumed jahseh was walking at the same pace as her but as she turned around she saw jahseh staring at her ass.

“jahseh!” she groaned approaching him lightly grabbing his ear.

“owww, mamas please i didn’t mean to it was the weed.” he cried.

“yeah right, keep walking.” she sighed.

to be fair, y/n had on a black sports bra and black shorts, though they weren’t a lot they were enough to protect her from the flordia humidity especially at this hour.

as jahseh caught up to y/n he couldn’t help but wrap one of his arms around y/n as a lead to keep him from tripping or falling behind.

y/n was taken aback from this action but then remembered jah was high and the last thing she wanted was for him to have a bad trip and something bad happen.

as they were walking, not in silence since y/n already started playing music, y/n moved jah’s arm to her shoulder to be draped.

jah on the other hand was feeling a little devious and decided to play with the strap of y/n’s bra strap.

“jah wait till we get situated at the beach,” y/n whined, she tried to keep her act up of acting like she was not screaming inside. inside she was CRUSHINGGG hard, she knew jah was flirty since he definitely had a record of being a player but this part of jahseh she’d never heard of or seen.

“okay mamas,” he said as he slapped y/n’s ass.

that was the turn off for y/n, he was getting wayyyy too comfortable.

“jahseh! no, you gotta get it together, you’re acting like your white girl wasted right now!” y/n screamed slapping jahseh’s chest.

jah blinked a few times before he could register what had happened,

“shit y/n, i’m sorry, im overdoing the weed. it’s just i’m tired of being so uptight.”

y/n decided to stay quiet and hear what was on jahseh’s mind which led him to slap her ass.

“it’s just, since that night of the party there was something up. like you saw me being in my head, and you brought me out of there. i know i do a lot of small talk and i know it can get annoying. but you still decided to hang out with me. i didn’t ask, and i don’t know if i gave any signs to a second time to hang out, but you took the initiative.”

“jah what are you trying to say?”

“i’ve never met someone like you y/n, i wanna stick by you and learn about you, everyone in my life have either been mad negative or just plain jane’s. you’re different.”

“jahseh spit it out.”

jahseh then litterly spit out something in his throat

“jahseh, wtf not litterly.” y/n groaned.

“i like you y/n.” jahseh screamed as he then ran into the ocean.

y/n dropped the speaker on the sand and the towels she had in her hands and jumped to grab jahseh.

as she ran to jahseh he already was in the water and basically drowning.

“shit jahseh!” y/n yelled getting a hold of him by the shoulder. as y/n pulled him to the sand he wasn’t moving, she slapped his face and began to do cpr. as she went to do mouth to mouth to him she backed up and saw his eyes open. he then turned to the side and hurled.

“let it out, it’s okay.” y/n said patting his back.

“oh my fucking god, what just happened y/n.” jahseh said between burps.

“you told me you liked me, jumped in the water then drowned.” y/n said with a weak smile.

“oh,” jahseh said rubbing his head.

“yeah, i think we can do beach another day maybe when you don’t abuse tf out of the blunt.” y/n chirped flicking jah’s neck.

“ow y/n!”

“what do you mean beach another day?” jah asked.

“you’re too fucked, and i can’t deal with rescuing you again.”

“but i don’t wanna go yet.”

“wanna head back to my room?” y/n proposed

“yes!” jahseh yelled

“jah you are like actually a crazy high.” y/n laughed.

“so, you seem to like it, you’re laughing.” jahseh said in a dorky voice.

she smiled then grabbed his hand and led him to her room, she hoped that he forgot he confessed his feelings to her. she couldn’t tell if he was serious and knew that he wouldn’t say this sober she she rather not push it.

“y/n, your quiet.” jahseh said

“yeah, just focused on getting you upstairs.” y/n said scanning her card to unlock the elevator.

“yea right. you’re just speechless cuz i’m so handsome.” jahseh said, and as y/n looked at him he struck a pose.

“im just so in awe by you jahseh.” y/n said rolling her eyes.

“i knew it! now give me a kiss!” jahseh said puckering out his lips.

y/n put her hand on his lips and took his hand and led him to her room.

“jah sit on the bed, ima see if i have some water for you.” y/n said looking unfer her bed.

as she looked up with a bottle in her hand she saw jahseh looking at her with his dark eyes.

“you never said anything after i told you i liked you.” jahseh said in a dark tone.

y/n was frozen, “umm, because you ran into the ocean.”

“yea but you didn’t do anything.”

“jahseh why are you bringing this up?”

“because i like you y/n, let me in. i know im a quiet but trust me ill open up to you, i need you, don’t you get that?” jahseh asked with his glass eyes.

y/n rose from the floor and sat next to jahseh on the bed, “jah i would but im scared, you have a history of playing games.”

“yeah that’s the past though, i promise you y/n. i’ll do anything. mamas i will buy you roses everyday, i’ll do anything.” jahseh said leaving kisses on y/n’s neck as he begged for her to let him in.

“i dunno jahseh,” she moaned as his kisses got deeper.

“you do know.” jahseh in a deep tone, pressing his lips onto y/n’s. she fell back onto the bed and so did jahseh, their lips still connected to each other. as jahseh expected she didn’t stop kissing him, he put his arms around her body, giving a quick squeeze to her ass.

“jah, enough with my ass.” y/n hissed as she started kissing on his neck.

“you know i love that culo tho mami,” he smiled.

y/n lightly blushed, hoping jah couldn’t tell but he did.

“you know you love it when i touch it too, ain’t no body do it like me mamas.” he said into the crook of her neck.

his hot breath made y/n’s throat close up. she put her hands behind jah’s neck and played with the back of his head, pulling it closer to her face.

“jah don’t fuck this up.” she said as a tear escaped her eye.

jah looked at her and cooed, “oh y/n, i won’t i promise you, you’re a rare one, very rare. i’ll never hurt you, just praise you ma.” he said wrapping his arms around her waist.

as they held each other closely, y/n felt jahseh put his chin on her head.

“jah, i want you to be yourself without the weed tho.” y/n admitted.

“i know ma, i will i just needed it this time to get out of my pussyness.” jah said playing with a strand of y/n’s hair.

“okay baby,” y/n said looking at jah now, looking deep into his narrow eyes.

“why you look at me like that ma?” jah asked getting closer to y/n’s eyes.

“because you’re so handsome.” y/n smiled.

“i know,” jahseh smiled then put his free hand on his hip.

“boy bye,” y/n said getting up trying to get some water.

“where you going ma?” jahseh whined as he grabbed y/n’s waist and pulled her back to the bed.

“no where now.” y/n smiled giving jahseh a kiss on his nose.

“that’s what i thought.” jahseh grinned with the face of success.

“i’m glad you let me in ma,”

“me too jah.”

tokischaaaaa speaks: so this is new for me sooo umm yea

Sweet fluff ＠＾▽＾＠

Definitely enemies to lovers trope speaking as Miguel definitely has a smart ass mouth.

Seeing if you weren’t a spider person you guys meet somewhere like a coffee shop or book store (I see him as a bit of a nerd).

He bumped into you and instead of apologizing he brushed you off which an argument then occurred and you weren’t letting up.

Not thinking you would see him again you go back, just for him to bump into you again this time he actually apologized and went on his way.

Nearly every time you went there he was looking completely pitiful (at-least in your eyes). He leaves something when he leaves one time so you grab it and decide to hold it until you see him again.

Upon your next meeting you give him his item with a soft smile. And seeing that made him feel a kind of way that he hasn’t in a while. He took it and gave you a small thank you. Watching as you walked out of the cafe/bookstore.

Modern Au! Sandor x Hispanic (Fem) Reader

A/n: I am Hispanic but I’m a No Sabo kid lol. I wrote this instead of cleaning my room. Comment below if you guys are interested in a NSFW headcanon.

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SFW

Sandor didn't see you at first. He heard you two aisles over. He was at a 24/7 supermarket. He usually goes at night because of his face. He didn't like the stares and the people pointing. His height doesn't help as well, so he tended to do stuff at night. 

He heard you yelling and at first he wasn't going to help because it ain’t his business, especially since he didn't understand what you were saying. He thinks it’s Spanish because his coworker Bronn, who was learning the language to impress his neighbor, Margaery had been yelling the word, coño for everything. He heard you yelling the word again.