no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.
DO YALL GET THE POINT YET OR SHOULD I KEEP GOING? 😵💫
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é importante que nós, mulheres, enquanto oprimidas pelo patriarcado, saibamos observar e criticar comportamentos de outras mulheres que elevem o nível de violência vivenciado por nós nesse sistema.
e isso, no caso, deve ocorrer entre nós porque os homens, ainda que saibam que certas atitudes são erradas, não nos apontarão ou corrigirão do mesmo jeito que nós fazemos com eles - porque se beneficiam disso.
então, não, não é normal que você seja colocada em situações de perigo por conta de uma amiga machocentrada e não procure alertá-la sobre ou até não mantenha mais a amizade.
não é normal que a ex de seu namorado te ameace e ele não faça nada.
Hi Vannieeee! Congrats on reaching 135 posts, that's so much, wow. I've been eagerly waiting for whenever you open requests, so I had a few ideas bouncing around. Perhaps you could choose the one you like the most?
I was considering a scenario for all the LIs, and (as a Latina girlie myself) wanted to see your take on either them learning how to dance something from our culture (I leave it up to you to pick a specific one for each LI, or open ended to include everyone), orrrr how would they react to coming home to MC singing loudly (maybe a bit obnoxiously hfjddj) in her native language.
Again, congrats, and I look forward to reading everything you have in store for us, mwah!
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x latina fem!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff, suggestive! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚i think dancing bachata with zayne would clear my skin and bring world peace. i don't know how to dance btw— like, i love dancing, but i suck at it ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ sy and me would vibe though !! thanks for this fun request! i love writing and including things in spanish (and portuguese kkk) so much Ꮚ ܸ ◞ . ◟𓂂꒱ ♡
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
ah, the “perreo”.
the sophisticated art of twerking and throwing it back.
caleb should've known he would find you dancing in the kitchen, moving your hips like your life depended on it.
you were also singing without a care in the world, and from the looks of it, the song was catchy and repetitive.
“le gusta lo kinky, nasty, y aunque sea fancy, se pone cranky si lo hago romantic—”
the music was loud, your body moved as if you were in a nightclub, and you were really into the fantasy, even when you were barefoot and wearing his old clothes.
he could only stare, leaning against the doorframe with a grin that could either express his amusement or his endearment.
“havin' fun without me, baby?”
you screamed when you heard his voice, spinning around to face him with bewilderment.
you could almost see the disappointment in his gaze when you stopped, but luckily for him, you soon started singing and dancing again while pointing at him.
since he was already there, you could easily teach him a thing or two about reggaetón and latin pop, and test if his hips would be as magical as in other areas.
“not anymore, leb! c'mere, show me what you got!”
and he got closer alright.
at first, he tried grabbing your waist, but you slapped his hands away, shaking your head.
“ah, ah, behind me.”
well, damn. that was even better.
he got behind you, his hands now sliding to your hips.
“okay, watch and learn. ready?”
without further notice, you started moving to the fast, aggressive beat of the song, your steps flowing with ease.
caleb stared at first, trying to figure out the rhythm, whether it was going to speed up or slow down, or if the song was going to end soon.
he saw your movements, he pressed your body closer to his, but he was still standing there.
you looked at him over your shoulder, wondering what was wrong. maybe it was too much, or maybe you were moving far too expertly for him to catch up.
when you were about to stop the music, he finally started moving against you, following the back-and-forth rolling of your hips and back.
not only was he following you, but his hand placement was exactly what you wanted to feel.
you'd seen thousands of dudes just standing there as their girls outdid themselves, but caleb wasn't one of them.
he was moving, he was guiding your hips, and you could tell he was already understanding the tempo and the beat, as his moves were perfectly coordinated with yours.
thankfully, though, he didn't understand the outrageous lyrics of the song, and even if he did, you were sure he wouldn't mind dancing either way.
as long as he could get this close to you, he could dance to a car alarm.
by the time the song stopped, he remained glued to your backside, staring at your phone expectantly for the music to keep playing.
you tried stepping away so you could return to your kitchen duties, but his arms pulled you back with surprising strength.
“you don't expect me to learn with just one song, do ya'?”
he asked, breath tickling your ear.
the next song started playing, and you couldn't really refuse to keep going, not when he wasn't willing to let go, and when the song was just as catchy and intimate as the previous one.
it wouldn't hurt to teach him a couple more moves, would it?
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
“chorando estará ao lembrar de um amor que um dia não soube cuidaaaaaar…”
your phone was blasting, you were dancing with your arms in the air, holding an invisible partner as your feet kicked from side to side whenever your hips moved.
“lambando estarei ao lembrar que esse amor, por um dia, um instante, foi reeeei…”
rafayel entered the bedroom a little bit later, stopping in his tracks when he saw the display.
he was aware of your little performances when he wasn't around, as this wasn't the first time he'd found you singing and dancing, but this time you were doing so in your native language.
he didn't want to miss out on the fun, so he quickly joined you, his hands meeting your waist from behind, making you jump midair and slap his arm as soon as you faced him.
“RAFAYEL!”
he stumbled back and rubbed his arm with a pouty face, trying not to laugh at your bewildered eyes.
“is this how you greet your boyfriend? you're soooo rude!”
you only rolled your eyes, panting both from your dancing and the lingering adrenaline from his sudden touch and your racing heart.
“i'm sorry, but you can't just barge in like that…”
and he knew you were right, but could you blame him?
you were dancing so freely, he felt attracted like a moth to a flame by your beauty and grace.
his pouty lips met your hands in a soft kiss as he gently took them.
“you looked like you needed a partner, cutieeee. can we dance? yeah? please?”
you sighed.
it would take a couple of minutes for him to get it right…
or actually, not really.
rafayel was an amazing dancer, not to mention how beautifully he moved, even to the hardest of rhythms.
maybe it wasn't a bad idea after all.
when you took a step back and restarted the song, rafayel stretched dramatically, ready for your lessons.
“okay, look, you wanna move your feet like this… and let your hips guide you. don't overthink it or you'll make it look awkward, got it?”
you tried moving as slowly as possible for him to mirror you, and he followed your steps flawlessly.
“isso! now, hold my waist and my hand… go lower if you want, but behave yourself.”
his eyebrows arched suggestively as he pulled you close, moving just as you had briefly taught him to.
at first, you moved cautiously, assessing his footwork and how much you could push him.
but then, you started really going down with it, your body bouncing from side to side, following your hips' sharp sway.
rafayel was a bit taken aback, but he didn't let you down.
he moved just as quickly, guiding you through his bedroom with his hips moving just as much as yours, but with less intensity.
he spun you around and pulled you back in, his hand traveling to your very, very lower back, making you squeal in surprise.
naturally, the dance was very, very intimate and touchy-touchy despite the lively and fast rhythm, so he was grinning from ear to ear at how close he could get to you.
when the song stopped, raffy reached out to put it on again, much to your exhaustion.
“i think i need to practice a little bit more. don't wanna embarrass my cutie next time we go out dancing.”
“in… public?”
raffy pulled his sleeves up, beckoning you with his hands once he was ready.
“duuuh? now, come here, pretty pearl. let's get all close and personal again~.”
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
it was late at night; everyone outside was asleep, you were bored out of your mind since sylus and the twins went out…
so the only reasonable thing to do was to grab your headphones and dance.
the volume was ungodly, your ears were begging for mercy, mephisto flew away in a rush, but the music was way too good to turn it down.
“BAILA, BAILA ESTA CUMBIA, MUEVE, MUEVE LA CINTURA—”
one step forward, one step back, a spin there, arms bent as you've seen your old aunts do when they dance in family gatherings, another spin, switching your feet…
you were clapping to the rhythm, eyes closed whilst clearly feeling the music deep in your soul, until your chest hit something sturdy.
you took your headphones away, your eyes traveling up until you met sylus' gaze.
how long has he been there…?
instead of getting embarrassed, though, you grinned mischievously, putting the song on speaker and pulling him closer by the hands.
“took you long enough, sy!”
you casually said as you started dancing in front of him, guiding his hands as you would do with your younger relatives when they either didn't know how to dance, or didn't want to.
sylus stood there, still processing the loud music, your lively attitude, and how you eagerly wanted him to join you.
“¡nadie se quede sentado, todos vamos a bailar!”
you were shimmying your shoulders now, spinning, and swaying so, so happily, so sylus eventually gave in with a lot of confidence!
…and no rhythm whatsoever.
“okay, okay… yeah, that's it… left foot, left foot, switch, wait, no—”
your smile faded as soon as you saw his attempt, but you didn't want him to stop dancing or to lose his confidence, so you stood beside him and tried doing simple steps for him to imitate.
he raised an eyebrow at you.
“why are you going back to the basics, sweetie?”
was there a kind way to say what you wanted to say?
probably not.
“uh, so that you don't miss anything! pay attention, yeah? i know what i'm doing.”
and he didn't oppose that, so, thankfully, you were able to teach him the most basic cumbia steps.
“step forward, then backward, hold my arms… pull back, pull forward, okay, yes, yes!”
sylus was following through surprisingly well, given… uh, his first attempt, and it also helped how confident he was at everything he did.
by the end of the song, though, he took the creative freedom to dance and spin you as he saw fit, turning your body around and holding your waist from behind.
you grew dizzy with how much he was moving you, but who were you to discourage him and diminish his passion?
he lowered you in his arms as if this was a tango, his hand holding your leg as high as it could go.
“am i a good student?”
hell no.
“you have passion, i'll give you that.”
you managed to squirm away from his grasp, fixing your clothes and catching your breath.
“isn't passion a crucial element of dancing?”
he stepped closer again, stopping you from pausing the next song.
“yeah, well… so are rhythm and tempo,” you mumbled, causing him to smirk.
he took his coat off, carefully hanging it, before he unbuttoned his shirt, feeling the heat from all the movement.
“keep enlightening me, then. do not stop until i become the very best.”
it would take hours, if not weeks of training…
but getting all sweaty and hot with sylus holding your body did sound appealing.
plus, he owed you all the hours he was away from you, and you could punish him mercilessly for every mistake he made.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
it was cleaning day.
xavi was scrubbing the kitchen countertops, and you were sweeping the floors.
he was listening to some music, and it was your turn to put on a song, so you chose something that would make the cleaning task easier.
salsa.
xavi was used to your music and your diverse playlists.
in fact, you sometimes caught him humming along to the songs you listened to often, and this one happened to be one of his favorites.
“que tú me tienes temblando de noche y de día, tú me hiciste brujería…”
he smiled upon hearing your voice, momentarily distracted as you got more and more into the music.
he didn't understand much; he just knew it was a song about a man bewitched by a woman, and oh boy, could he relate.
the broom in your hands became a partner as you started dancing, the kitchen becoming your dance floor.
“bruja, bruja, brujita, tú me hiciste brujería…”
you had xavi's shirt on, comfy slippers, and wet spots from washing the dishes earlier, yet xavier felt as if he was watching the best performance of his life.
however, he soon approached, not liking the fact that a broom was your first choice of dancing partner.
he was literally right there.
the broom was carefully taken away from your hands, and instead, you now had xavier standing in front of you, his hands outstretched as he invited you to dance.
you stared at him in awe.
does he know how to dance salsa?
you know he's a good dancer overall, but it could be a little tricky…
either way, dancing with your boyfriend was always fun, so you took his hands and followed him to the middle of the room.
he was unsure at first, gauging your reaction to his movements.
step, step, step, arms, arms, arms…
he was doing well, but you could tell he was restraining himself, so you gave him a little push by starting to move more intently.
you were now spinning him around, wrapping your arms around his waist and making him do the same…
he had no choice but to keep up with you, eyes going wide as he held your hands and “guided” you as best as he could.
“don't think about it, xavi, you're doing amazing.”
and he really was, all things considered.
though he still had that almost innocent, lost look on his face, he was also determined to do this right, no matter what.
he couldn't let his precious star down, not when you were trusting him to surpass your expectations.
after a few attempts, xavi unleashed his inner dancer and narrowed his eyes as concentration took over.
now he was the one spinning you around, dipping you, and both pulling you and pushing you with quick, controlled steps.
it made you squeal and chuckle in both surprise and joy, since he was really trying to involve himself in something you've grown up with.
the music stopped eventually, but xavi wasn't quite done; he waited for the next song to start playing, ready to apply everything he had just learned, and maybe a little bit more.
there was no way he would ever let you choose someone —something— else as a dance partner, especially not a dumb broom.
so for the next family gatherings and parties you two attend, you better believe he'll have you all to himself, until your feet hurt and your relatives ask where the “gringuito” learned to dance so well.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
never in your life did you imagine zayne dancing; not even when he had some drinks.
you just accepted the boundaries he set, and the things he wasn't comfortable with, hence why you used to dance by yourself while he was at work.
until now, that is.
you thought he would be home late, so you took your sweet time organizing some clothes you bought earlier.
as always, music made everything better, and you had a sensual, slow, and dramatic bachata playlist in the background.
“una aventura es más divertida si huele a peligro… si te invito una copa y me acerco a tu boca—”
your hips were moving slowly from left to right, bouncing every three steps. your hands were focused on the task at hand, but your mind was elsewhere.
what would it feel like to have zayne behind you, with both his arms holding your hips as he guided you around?
his hips rolling behind you, his breath against your ear…
you couldn't help but nervously giggle at the thought, fumbling with the clothes as you tried to fold them neatly.
the song wasn't helping much either, because, as the name suggested, it talked about an indecent proposal, drinks, windows fogging up, testing how far one could go—
you quickly tried shaking those thoughts away, focusing now on singing.
but, just then, the footsteps you failed to hear approached your dancing form from behind.
zayne was staring, quiet and rooted in place, afraid of ruining the moment or scaring you off.
however, as soon as you sensed his presence, you turned around and gasped.
you weren't even doing anything weird, and you doubted he could understand the song, so there wasn't anything to be embarrassed about…
unless he could actually read your mind and knew exactly what you were thinking just seconds ago.
he was intrigued and a bit ashamed, since he did interrupt. however, when you approached with a smile, something clicked inside his head.
he wanted to see you dance a little bit more.
yet the song was clearly sultry, meant to be danced in pairs based on his knowledge. should he…?
no, he couldn't possibly.
but maybe…?
when you two locked gazes, he hesitantly stepped forward, his hands awkwardly hovering over your waist.
you were confused as to what he was trying to do. you wouldn't assume he would want to dance, so you questioned him with your gaze.
he was even more embarrassed now, but that didn't stop him from getting behind you and gently grabbing your hips.
“is this alright?” he asked quietly, doubtfully. “my stance, i mean.”
his stance…?
you were so confused, but you could tell he was trying to do something, very, very close to you at that.
you just nodded quickly, and he immediately reached in to restart the song, trying not to forget what he saw you doing.
left, right, left, hip. right, left, right, hip.
and that was what he did.
luckily for him, you couldn't see his blushing face nor the self-consciousness of doing something out of his comfort zone.
and luckily for you, he couldn't see your wide eyes and hanging jaw as you felt his hips against your backside and his strong hands holding your lower tummy.
the steps were repetitive enough, and even when you were used to more spinning and dramatic moves, this was just perfect.
sensual, but never over the top; simple enough for two lovers to be close without overstepping boundaries.
you didn't even have to teach him the steps, and no matter if they were wonky or still hesitant, all you could think of was how good it felt to dance with him, and how you'd never be able to hear this song again without craving zayne's presence.
the playlist kept going all night long, and zayne did gain confidence little by little.
why today?
you'll never know, because he doesn't know either.
but being so intimate, so out of character, so close, yet still being able to avoid your gaze and hide his embarrassment as the dance quite literally forced him to be behind you?
he might as well do this every time he comes home.
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