#Luna del grande

[ragazzoarcano]

“Quando l'offesa non è degna di risposta, disarmali con il silenzio.”

— Luna del grande

[altri-menti]

La vita non ¢alza mai a pennello, ma sta a noi decidere quale taglia indossare ogni giorno.

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(Luna Del Grande)

[ma-pi-ma]

Non cerco tutti, ma chi cerco per me è tutto.

Luna Del Grande

[virginsuicidgirl]

[taurusicidal]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ welcome to my page ! ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

about me :

name: saturn

age: 18+

personality type: enfp

extras :

my hobbies: shopping, makeup, hanging out with friends, listening to music, astrology, sleeping

fandoms: ariana grande, lana del rey, euphoria, addison rae, nessa barrett, degrassi, monster high, madison beer, big brother, survivor, addison rae, olivia rodrigo, sza, billie eilish, sabrina carpenter

dni criteria: racists, zionists, homophobes, anything of that kind.

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[cristinabcn]

NUESTRA AMERICA ONLINE RADIO CONQUISTA AUDIENCIAS en el MUNDO HISPANO con "RADIOTEATRO" Y SE ALZA CON GALARDON DEL AÑO de LOS GRAND AWARDS y ANUNCIA GRAN ESTRENO: "MARIANA PINEDA de Lorca".

NUESTRA AMERICA ONLINE RADIO CONQUERS AUDIENCES in the HISPANIC WORLD with “RADIOTEATRO” AND WINS THE GRAND AWARDS AWARD OF THE YEAR and ANNOUNCES GREAT PREMIERE: “MARIANA PINEDA de Lorca”. Nuestra América Online Radio ganador de la presea GRAND AWARDS categoría Mejor Producto Filantrópico Cultural, Educativo y de Empoderamiento Humano del año: RADIOTEATRO, nos invitan a: “Sumergirnos en un…

[dreamingoftaehyun]

ᯓ★ Cat Lovers | 나재민 ˎˊ˗

"Who expected the owner of a cat you found near your house to be the hottest man you've ever laid your eyes on?"

☆ pairing: na jaemin x afab! reader ☆ genre: fluff, smut. 18+ mdni. ☆ au: strangers to lovers ☆ word count: 5.5k

☆ a/n: my nct writer debut !! i've finally dived into ncity and now i wanna write for them too. i'm so excited to share this.. i love jaemin sm (i can see him being the dream member i write the most tbh) sorry if this is a little corny. i can't not be lovey-dovey when it comes to na jaemin :(

₊ nsfw warnings under the cut

₊🎧: pretty boy the neighbourhood, kingston faye webster, no other heart mac demarco, show me how men i trust, freak lana del rey, positions ariana grande

☆ warnings: not proofread! outdoor sex, exhibitionism, fingering, oral (m! receiving), unprotected sex (do not do this), pet names like ‘baby, princess, good girl’, they’re very in love

  Your daily commute to the convenience store was nothing out of the ordinary. Except this time, today, there was.

  You weren't paying attention to your surroundings, your body running on autopilot. You walked towards the next aisle, a few items in your hands, then— CRASH!

  Before you knew it, you ran straight into a very warm, hard wall...? The items you held clattered to the floor and when you looked up, you realised it wasn't a wall. It was a man. A very attractive man.

  "Shit! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." You quickly apologised. You didn't notice his hand was supported on your lower back until you both stepped away from each other.

  "No worries, are you okay?" He asks before you both crouch down to pick your dropped items up, his hand accidentally brushing yours. "Y-Yeah, I'm okay, thank you..." You blush as you both stand back up, and he helps you take the items to the checkout.

  Searching for an opportunity to ask him for his number, your mind was racing. The two of you walked out of the store together, and the man hands you your bag of items. "Get home safely." He smiles, waving, before he turns his back to you and walks the opposite direction.

  It dawned on you as you watched him walk away into the distance that neither of you told each other your names. Idiot.

  It's ridiculous how such a short, insubstantial interaction with an attractive guy put such a big smile on your face during your walk home. What an odd day.

  · · ─────── · ·

  When you were close to your house, you heard a meow from around the corner. Stopping in your tracks, you listened closer.

  Meow.

  You decided to see if your ears were playing tricks on you. When you turned the corner, you spotted a white rag doll cat with matted, filthy fur, that seemed to be starving. You cautiously approached it, but when you held your hand out, it immediately came to you.

  "Hi little one," You call in a sweet voice. It lets you pet it whilst you take the time to study the collar around it's neck, reading what was engraved on it. "Ah, so your name is Luna." You contemplate aloud.

  You scoop the cat up and make your way to your house just down the road. "Come on Luna, I'll get you something to eat."

  Stepping into your home, you go straight to your kitchen. "There you go, I'll be right back with food." You call to the cat while setting her down on the floor. You get a bowl and fill it with cat food, placing it on the floor.

  After you ensured the cat was fully fed, you took the time to run it a bath. You expected the process of washing her to be hard, but Luna was one of the most docile cats you've ever met. When you placed her into the bath, she literally just stood there and allowed you to clean her with no troubles.

  "All done!" Calling in a sing-songy voice, you gently lift the drenched cat from the bathtub and pat her dry with a towel. "I should really give your owner a call now."

  You sat in the living room watching over Luna as you dialed the numbers that were on her collar into your phone. You felt guilty that you desperately wanted to keep the cat, but this was the right thing to do.

  The phone rings several times until it's finally picked up, a males voice speaking over it. "Hello?"

  "Hi, sorry if you're busy but I've got your cat, Luna, in my apartment, I found her outside." You explain and you hear the man gasp. "Oh my God, you found her?! She's been missing for almost two weeks!" The owner exclaims.

  "Are you able to come pick her up now?" You ask, waiting for the owner to answer. A few moments pass, you assume he's looking at the time or something. "Maybe, may I ask for your address to see how close it is? I have some errands to run but those can wait."

  You give him your address and apartment number, and luckily you lived only a few blocks away from him. "I'll be there in 15 minutes!" The owner says before hanging up the phone. You look across the room and see Luna playing with a cat toy you had. You really wanted to keep her.

  · · ─────── · ·

  After fifteen minutes exactly, your doorbell rung. You buzz him up, and a few moments more a you hear a soft knock on your door. You grab Luna and open the door.

  It was him! The guy from the convenience store earlier that day was Luna's owner. Maybe it was fate to meet again.

  "Oh, hello there again." He greets first, a sheepish smile adorned his face, seemingly taken aback that it's you. "H-Hi, here's your cat." You hand Luna over.

  Luna's owner immediately engulfs the cat in a hug. "Oh my baby, I missed you!" He dramatically sighs and you can't help but giggle. "Don't ever run away again." He scolds the cat with a pout.

  He looks back at you for a moment. "Um, I should give you some money or something for finding her." He fumbles with his pant pocket, about to pull out his wallet. "No! It's fine, you don't need to do that."

  The man nods in understanding, putting his wallet back in his pocket. "I'm Jaemin, by the way." He introduces himself.

  The name strangely suited him. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, again..." You mutter the last part and he laughs. "I really love your cat by the way, she's so well behaved!"

  "Yes, she's a dream. Except when she decides to go on little adventures around the neighbourhood," Jaemin smiles and coos at the cat in his arms.

  A few moments pass in silence as you study the man. He seemed lost in thought, until he finally looked up at you with a grin and opened his mouth. "Hey, instead of me paying you, maybe you could come visit Luna and my other cats every now and then?"

  The proposition sounded very tempting. But you hardly knew the guy... Your survival instincts were screaming red flag! But deep down you knew Jaemin was harmless.

  This could be the perfect opportunity to get to know him. "Sure, I'd love that."

  "Great! I'll give you my number."

  · · ─────── · ·

  You and Jaemin had been texting non-stop since. Mostly because he would spam you to play pool with him on iMessage but that's besides the point. Every time you'd get a notification from him, you'd start giggling and kicking your feet. You were down bad for a man you hardly knew.

  Jaemin hadn't asked you to come over yet. He was scared you'd misunderstand his intentions. You expected that, so you initiated first.

  When the conversation you were currently having with him died down, you decided to finally bring it up.

                           so... when do i finally get                             to see luna again?

    I'm free tomorrow,     you? :)

                            sounds like a plan!!

  Squealing over the message like you were a teenager texting your crush, you immediately stood up to pick out an outfit while you texted back.

  You turned your phone off and threw it on your bed as you looked through your closet. Jaemin had a good fashion sense, — You definitely didn't stalk his Instagram — so, what you picked had to be something that wasn't too much, but also give a good impression.

  You decided on wearing a baby blue sweater with a white skirt to match. The skirt wasn't too short, but you did decide to wear it on purpose. Whether that purpose was good or bad, you didn't know.

  You could hardly fall asleep, excited for what was to come tomorrow.

  · · ─────── · ·

  When you approached Jaemin's apartment building, you started feeling anxious. What if he ends up hating me?

  Those kinds of self destructive thoughts are what would always hold you back from things. But this time you refused to listen to them.

  You took the elevator to his floor, double checking the room number he sent you. Knocking on the door that had the numbers 24 on it, you heard clattering inside and quick footsteps approaching the door.

  Your anxiety bubbled down when the door swung open and you were met with Jaemin's smile that beamed down onto you like the sun. He looked a little disheveled, his hair messy and his face flushed. Why was he out of breath?

  "Hey Y/N. Come on in," Jaemin steps aside and lets you pass him, stepping into the small hallway. "Um, ignore the mess please. Luna and Lucy were fighting just before you came, and I had to break them up. Very strenuous work." He explains with a chuckle, gesturing towards the knocked over items on the floor that you assumed was the decor on his coffee table.

  "No worries. Where is Luna?" You ask, looking around and only seeing a male cat you've never seen before. "That's Luke. Luna's probably hiding under the couch. I've put Lucy in timeout since she was the one that started the fight."

  Jaemin continued to tell you about his cats. You loved how proud he was to be a cat father. As you sat on his couch together, a white furball in the corner of your eye nudges your leg. "Luna, there you are!"

  You coo as you grab the cat and pull her into a hug. "My other cats will be jealous," Jaemin chuckles. "Luna seems to love you."

  "I have to admit, I almost kept her when I found her." You smile guiltily, but Jaemin just laughs. "You know, Luna's the only one of my cats that don't warm up to other people besides me. You're special."

  Your heart races at Jaemin's words, heat creeping up your neck. "I just have that effect, I guess." You smile sheepishly.

  Jaemin just nods, silence filling the room. You continued to play with Luna, not noticing the gaze the man had on you. You only turn to look at him when he clears his throat.

  "Do you want to get something to eat?" Jaemin asks. Your eyes widen a little, caught off guard. "There's a cafe close by. We could walk." He adds.

  You can't help but smile. "Why not?"

  · · ─────── · ·

  Was this a date? Those thoughts ran through your head during the walk to the cafe. You and Jaemin walked side by side, close enough that your hands would brush every couple of steps. You noticed he was a bit shy, and so were you.

  The two of you now sat side by side in a booth. You thought that a table where you faced each other was too 'date-like', so you gravitated towards a booth and it seemed Jaemin understood and slid beside you.

  Since it was midday, you ordered bacon and eggs with an iced tea as brunch, Jaemin the same. "So Jaemin, what do you do?"

  "I'm in my last year of college. I'm majoring in graphic design and photography. I'd like to make it into my career some day." Jaemin explains, and you stare at him in awe. "What about you?"

  "I never went to college, so I've been kind of aimlessly working different retail jobs. It's enough for me, I never really had a dream career." You explain, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop. "Sorry, I overshared a bit there."

  Jaemin just shakes his head. "No, I want to learn more about you. Overshare all you want!"

  You just nod and smile, about to ask another question but were interrupted by the waitress placing your food and drinks down in front of you.

  "Thank you," You say as the waitress walks off. "Um, so what made you get three cats?"

  Jaemin laughs. "I don't really know, to be honest. I started with one, then I ended up adopting the other two. They're siblings, I couldn't bear the fact they'd be separated."

  "Awe, that's so cute. You're so admirable." You compliment and you don't miss how he shyly smiles.

  The conversation went smoothly, the two of you learning things about one another. You even told him stuff some of your friends don't even know about. Jaemin felt like a safe space, like you could confide in anything with him.

  Finishing your meal, the question of if this was something more than just a hangout plagued your mind, so you decided to just ask. "Jaemin, is this a date?"

  You just had to ask him when he was taking a sip of his drink. He choked, coughing. You pat his back to help him out, making sure he was okay before speaking again. "Sorry, is it not?"

  "It originally wasn't, but if that's what you want it to be, then sure." Jaemin smiles at you. His eye contact was magnetic, you couldn't stop yourself from looking at him.

  "Okay..." You replied meekly, not expecting that reply. Your face was burning at this point.

  Your body jolts when Jaemin's hand covers your own hand, that was placed on the booth seat. "However, I would like to take you on a proper date. What do you say?"

  Your heart jumped into your throat, not able to speak at his forwardness despite his outwardly shy demeanor. You melt at the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs. "It's okay, Y/N. Don't be anxious."

  It's like he knew you already. "That'd be lovely, I-I mean, I'd like that." You stumble over your words, making you both chuckle in amusement.

  After a few more conversations, you both decide it's time to leave. "I'll walk you home." Jaemin offers.

  "No! You don't have to do that," You shake your head. "But I want to." Jaemin insists.

  "I don't want to trouble you..." You sigh. Jaemin pouts but nods in understanding. "Okay, fine. Just make sure to text me when you get home so I know you're safe!"

  "Fine, dad," You groan, rolling your eyes jokingly. "See ya!" Jaemin just grins, waving like how he did when you first met. "Bye, Y/N!" He calls as the two of you part ways.

  · · ─────── · ·

  It was the night of your and Jaemin's proper date and you were shaking with anxiety. He was taking you to the movies, so it was going to be a chill, fun date Putting your outfit on, you admired yourself in the mirror.

  You decided on a simple white long sleeved crop-top and a light blue pleated denim skirt. Along with some sheer tights underneath since it was getting colder.

  It was just a casual outfit, but something about it made you look hot. You checked the time and saw you only had 45 minutes until Jaemin arrives, so you scramble to do your hair and makeup.

  Luckily you finished right on time, putting on your perfume as the last step before you heard a knock on the door. Grabbing your bag and putting your shoes on, you open the door.

  "Jaemin!" You exclaim, engulfing him in a hug. You could still feel the lingering touch of his hand on your waist when you pulled away. "You look amazing," Jaemin smirks, eyeing your figure. You couldn't help but feel small in his gaze.

  You took the time to drink him in. His hair was styled in the way he usually does but this time he looks different. Sexy. He wore a simple white t-shirt with a black leather jacket paired with a pair of jeans. "I could say the same to you." You smile.

  "Shall we go?" He asks as he jokingly lifts his arm up for you to link yours with his, and you nod with a laugh. Jaemin opens the passenger door to his car for you and you can't help but tease him for how chivalrous he was being.

  "So, what movie are you taking me to?" You ask, looking over at the man now focused on the road ahead. "It's a secret." He hums and you roll your eyes.

  "If it's a horror movie I might kill you, I swear." You mutter and Jaemin laughs. "I can tell you it's not horror. Don't worry, you'll love it."

  When Jaemin pulled into an outdoor parking lot, you were confused. Where was the movie theatre? But then you realised it was an outdoor cinema, and you squealed. "I've never been to one of these before!"

  Jaemin smiles as he parks his car in a spot that had a clear view of the screen. "And, guess what?" He replies. "It's a showing of your favourite movie!"

  You gasped. He remembered your favourite movie? You both talked about all your favourite things with each other over text but you didn't expect this at all. It may have been the bare minimum, but your heart swelled with love nonetheless.

  Jaemin got a blanket and a few pillows from his backseat and you helped him spread them into the trunk of his car, creating a nice seating area for the two of you to watch the movie comfortably.

  "This is so lovely, thank you Jaem." The nickname rolled of your tongue. "I like that, 'Jaem'." He murmurs, mimicking the nickname. "Call me that more often, baby."

  Your knees almost buckled at the pet name he gave you. His words laced with honey had you wrapped around his finger, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

  After back and forth flirting, you settled into the trunk of Jaemin's car. The movie started playing and you were immediately enthralled, not realising how close you were laying next to Jaemin until you felt his hand rest your thigh.

  You shyly peeked at him, he was fully focused on the movie. You lean in closer to him as the night air was getting colder, and he wrapped his arm around your waist.

  You basked in the feeling of his touch, not wanting it to end. Sadly, it ended as soon as it started, because Jaemin moved his arm to pull a blanket up on the two of you. His touch was quickly replaced by his hand on your thigh again.

  He started tracing circles on the inside of your thigh and you shivered. The seemingly innocent action quickly making you think impure thoughts.

  Swallowing, you looked away out of shame. "What's wrong, princess?" Jaemin asks in a whisper, and you jump at how close he is to your face when you whip your head back around. "Why're you so jumpy?"

  "I-I'm sorry," you stutter, trying not to make a fool of yourself. Jaemin smirks when you look down at his lips, not breaking the distance between you. "Can I kiss you?" You whisper.

  Jaemin doesn't answer as he closes the distance between you, and you melt into the kiss almost instantly. It was sweet and gentle, like he was being cautious. But you got impatient, swiping your tongue against his lips.

  He lets you in, sucking on his tongue as your hand toys at the hair on the nape of his neck. He groans softly onto your lips, enamoured by you.

  You can feel the hand he has on your thigh creep up dangerously close to your growing arousal, his other hand cupping your cheek. When you pull away, he grips your inner thigh roughly. "Wanna make you feel good, can I?" He whispers seductively into your ear.

  You nod your head but Jaemin shakes his in response. "Nuh-uh, I need to hear you say it."

  "Please, Jaem... Want you." You mewl and he grins. "I'll take care of you."

  He pulls you into his lap while still keeping the blanket on you, his hand cups your clothed core from under your skirt, which was now raised up past your upper thigh. You sigh, your head falling into his shoulder as he slips your underwear out of the way.

  "You know, I never hook up on the first date, but you..." Jaemin whispers lowly into your ear, you squirm under his touch when his fingertips just brush your clit, it's not enough. "You make me crazy, I can't keep my hands off of you."

  Whimpers spill out of your mouth when Jaemin's thumb finally rubs your clit, slow and tantalising. The movie was loud enough and the car was far away from others that you doubt anyone would hear you unless you started screaming, so you let out any pretty noises that Jaemin forced out of you.

  His fingers rub up and down your vulva with his thumb still on your clit. "So wet for me, you're adorable." Jaemin cooed, his deep voice so close to your ear. You watch as he moves his hand that was on your pussy up to his mouth, his lips wrapping around his digits.

  He hums in delight, not breaking eye contact with you as he licks them clean of your slick. "Fuck..." You moan softly at his ministrations, your eyelids heavy with lust.

  "Can't wait to taste you properly. But that'll have to wait." Jaemin pouts, the enticing tone of his voice making you insatiable. "Jaem, need more. The movie's almost finished."

  He listens, his fingers dipping into your entrance, but only giving you just a taste of them. He was doing it on purpose.

  You groan in frustration, and he just chuckles while finally putting two fingers inside you. He shows no mercy as he fucks his fingers quickly into you straight away, making you pant and writhe against him.

  You were so wound up already, and he didn't even touch you that much. Maybe it was just his aura, but it felt like Jaemin had cast a spell on you. You were love drunk on him. It was only your first date, you remind yourself.

  When you throw your head back into his shoulder out of desperation, his lips swallow your moans, you could barely breathe with how long he kissed you but you loved it. Then, he added a third finger, then a fourth. You were gone.

  You were already wound up tight but once he added pressure on your clit with his thumb, and you felt his other hand press down on your lower abdomen harshly, it was over.

  "Fuck— fuck, Jaemin!" You choke out, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. "Shit, you came fast." Jaemin chuckles in your ear, and you feel like crying when you feel him pull his hand away. You were about to protest, tell him to get over himself, but he puts his fingers in your mouth right as you opened your mouth.

  You lick your cum off of them, not breaking eye contact despite the fact that his eyes on you doing something so lewd made you want to crawl into a hole. "You look so pretty." He smiles.

  How could he sound and look so sweet during such an impure moment? "Can I do something to help you out too?" You ask when you shift your body and feel his rock hard cock on your ass. "It's okay, the movies about to finish anyway. I like pleasing you." He shakes his head.

  You hum, turning your attention back to the ending scene of the movie. "I can't wait to sink my dick in that pretty pussy of yours, though." Jaemin whispers into your ear when the credits start rolling, his voice deep and laced with sin.

  "My place or yours?" You ask, pulling your panties back in place and your skirt down before you help Jaemin pack up the blankets and pillows. "Mine."

  When you were in the car on the way back to Jaemin's apartment, a sense of dread suddenly came over you. It wasn't because you were scared of him, it was how he thought of you right now.

  What if he thought you were a slut for hooking up on the first date? What if he just wanted to fuck and nothing more? Your leg started bouncing anxiously as you sat in the passenger seat next to Jaemin.

  "Are you having second thoughts? I can take you home if you are," Jaemin speaks up, worry in his voice. "No, no it's not that... I just..." You trail off, unable to get your words out.

  "It's okay. Let it out." Jaemin reassures, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing lightly. "Are you just doing this for the fuck, or do you actually want this to go somewhere? Because I do." You speak after moments of hesitation.

  Jaemin stays silent for a moment, before finally opening his mouth. "I gave you my number originally because I had an interest in you since the convenience store, if I'm being honest. This is not just to hook up."

  You let out an exhale you didn't even know you were holding. You stay silent as Jaemin parks his car in front of his apartment building, you could tell he wanted to say more.

  "I do want this to go somewhere. I don't care where, I'd just like to be with you in any way I can. I really like you, Y/N." Jaemin confesses.

  "I know we have just gotten to know each other, but my heart pounds every time I see you, even when I get a notification from you on my phone." He continues and you can't wipe the grin on your face.

  "God, I believe we're fated to meet because why are you so perfect?" You utter and he laughs. "I just poured my heart out to you and that's how you reply?"

  You giggle and playfully shove him. "Sorry, I can't take this seriously. But I'm grateful you can be so emotional with me, because I'm not great at telling people how I feel." You say before giving him a long, passionate kiss that had him melting under your touch. "D-Did you want to come in?" He stutters.

  "Yes, you being romantic really turned me on." You mumble and he rolls his eyes with a grin before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the car.

  · · ─────── · ·

  It was no surprise he had you on naked, on his bed in the matter of minutes as soon as you entered his apartment.

  But when he unbuckles his belt, you sink to your knees and move his hands out of the way, doing it yourself and pulling his pants and boxers down in a rush.

  "Jeez, you're that hungry for it?" Jaemin teases but you ignore him as you stare at his cock once it springs free and hits stomach. It was pretty and veiny, the tip flushed from the blood rushing to it. "You're drooling." He says.

  "Shut the fuck up or I won't suck you off." You deadpan and he stops talking. You smirk as he lets out a small moan as soon as his tip enters your mouth.

  "Who's drooling now?" You challenge, looking up at his blissed face. "S-Shut up, I just haven't done this in a while..."

  You giggle and keep sinking down on his cock, your hands taking the space you couldn't fit in your throat without gagging. You start off slow, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth and jerking the base of it off, Jaemin's soft groans spurring you on.

  His hand in your hair tightens when you remove your hands and try to deepthroat him, but your gag reflex stops you so you pull away. "Sorry, fuck... I also haven't done this in a while." You shyly admit while Jaemin strokes your hair to comfort you. "Baby, you're doing amazing. Don't stress, just do what you're comfortable with."

  Why couldn't every man act like him? You smile and take him in your mouth again, but this time his cock slips past your gag reflex and you cheer internally. "Ah, fuck. Good girl," Jaemin praises and you whimper around his shaft, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

  "Mhmm, just like that." Jaemin moans, hand in your hair getting tighter as you take him in your mouth deeply. You started playing with his balls, and that was when his moans started getting breathier.

  You could feel him twitch, but as you were getting ready to swallow his cum, he pulls you off of him. You pant, catching your breath as he wipes the spit and drool off of your face. "Wanna cum somewhere else."

  Jaemin helps you up off your knees and lays you down on his bed. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

  Embarrassment blooms through you, looking away. “Don’t hide from me.” Jaemin’s hand moves your head to face him.

  He then pulls away and looks through his bedside table. “Shit, I don’t have any condoms…” He mutters. “It’s okay.. I’m clean and on birth control.”

  He hesitates. “When was the last time you got tested?”

  “Six months ago. But I haven’t fucked anyone since.” You answer. “You?”

  “Last week. I’m clean too.” He smiles sheepishly and you chuckle. “It feels better raw, anyway.”

  Jaemin’s face flushes but he closes his drawer and positions himself between your legs anyway. “You sure?” He asks one more time.

  “Yes, Jaem. Fuck me already.” You groan, sexual frustration washing over you when you have a hot, naked man who is interested in you right in front of you.

  He finally sinks his tip inside of your entrance, his cock going inside bit by bit until he finally bottoms out. You both moan together in relief.

  “You can move.” You reassure, your hands on his shoulder as he hovers above you before thrusting once or twice, experimenting.

  He wasn’t huge so you didn’t feel any pain. You weren’t sure if it was just because it’s attached to him, but his dick felt good.

  His thrusts started to speed up, his hands holding your hips tightly as your hands scratched down his back.

  “Ah- Ah, god,” You whimper as he hits the spot that made you feel stars in only a matter of minutes. “Jaemin…” His name leaves your lips drawn out and whiny, just how he likes it.

  “Will you be my boyfriend?” It comes out of your mouth without you realising until Jaemin stills his hips, his dick twitching inside of you. He laughs in disbelief.

  “You ask me that while I’m balls deep inside of you?” He teases and you hide your face with your arms, embarrassed.

  “Look at me, Y/N.” He orders and you listen. “Yes, I’ll be your boyfriend.”

  He pulls you up for a kiss, this time it was filled with something you couldn’t point out but it felt amazing. Then, he snaps his hips up inside of you and goes back to his pace he had before. “Fuck!”

  “Baby, you’re gonna drive me crazy… Swallowing my dick so tightly, like I was made for your pussy.” Jaemin rambles, too lost in the pleasure to care if he sounded insane, but you ate up every word he said to you like it was your last meal.

  “I’m close.” He whispers, his thrusts getting faster and he snakes a hand to your clit, trying to get you over the edge too. “Come with me?”

  “Y-Yeah,” You slur, his relentless pace making you dumb. You felt his dick twitch inside of you before he pulled out, jerking himself off while rubbing at your clit.

  You came at the sight of him alone — all sweaty, moaning and fucked out for you. Your body convulsed and you felt his warm cum on your stomach before he collapsed beside you, pulling you into an embrace.

  You gave yourselves a few minutes to come back to Earth. “Let’s get cleaned up…” Jaemin mutters, helping you to his bathroom.

  · · ─────── · ·

  You and Jaemin had been dating for a month now, and you basically became his cats’ mother. You were over at his apartment any time he wasn’t busy with college or work. You fucked like rabbits too.

  You’d suck him off when he’s trying to write his papers, he’d eat you out when you were chilling on your phone. You made love almost every night… You were content.

  After not dating anyone for almost four years, Jaemin coming into your life was the best thing that could have happened to you, and you couldn’t help but thank Luna for coming to your apartment building that day when she escaped Jaemin’s.

  “Hey baby, you finished?” Jaemin knocks on the doorframe to get your attention. “Almost, give me a second.”

  You type the last sentence onto your laptop, closing it with a smile. “Finished!” You exclaim.

  “Finally, I’ve been waiting all day to touch you.” Jaemin groans. You giggle as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom.

  “Well now you have all night.”

[occhietti]

Le donne forti sono come uragani.

Diventano indomabili, quasi irraggiungibili.

Non si fermano davanti a nulla.

Sono discrete e amano quasi in segreto.

Hanno sguardi sicuri e il cuore pieno di lividi.

Sorridono e ingoiano lacrime.

Loro, sono le donne che fanno la differenza.

- Luna Del Grande

[ariiamgoblin]

I kept on thinking about the idea of the scars...

Note: my mother tongue is Spanish, so the translation of this little text is made with my basic knowledge and an online translation tool. I apologize for any mistakes that the translation may have, and thank you for understanding. Spanish version under the cut!

—The past

The faint moonlight spilled across his skin, splashing him with silvery reflections. Silence filled the room, interrupted only by the murmur of the gentle breeze that drifted through the large glass windows, whispering through the velvet and crystal.

The goblin city glittered under the blanket of night, tucked into a dark, billowing sky, motionless before the castle that towered above it. The goblin city, so still, so calm, that the sight of it through the great window seemed almost an illusion.

Jareth's chest swayed with his breathing, so faint, the movement was almost imperceptible. The ruffles of his shirt spilled down his chest, down his sides, exposing much of his scarred torso. Past whitish and pinkish marks from wounds of all sizes dotted his chest and sides. The largest, thick and jagged, appeared on his right side, extending upward, almost to his heart.

With a gentle movement he brought his hand to that scar, stroking its edge slowly, wearily. His narrowed eyes stared out the window, lost in the tide that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Lost in the memories of the past.

—El pasado

La tenue luz de la luna se derramaba por su piel, salpicándolo con reflejos plateados. El silencio colmaba la habitación, viéndose interrumpido sólo por el rumor de la brisa suave que se colaba por las grandes cristaleras, susurrando a través del terciopelo y el cristal.

La ciudad de los goblins relucía bajo el manto de la noche, arropada por un cielo oscuro y ondulante, inmóvil ante el castillo que se alzaba sobre ella. La ciudad de los goblins, tan quieta, tan en calma, que su visión recortada a través del gran ventanal parecía casi una ilusión.

El pecho de Jareth se mecía con su respiración, tan tenue, que el movimiento era casi imperceptible. Los volantes de su camisa se derramaban por su pecho, por los costados, dejando a la vista gran parte de su torso, colmado de cicatrices. Marcas de heridas pasadas, blanquecinas y rosáceas, de todos los tamaños, salpicaban su pecho y los costados. La más grande, gruesa e irregular, aparecía en su costado derecho, extendiéndose hacia arriba, casi hasta su corazón.

Con un movimiento suave llevó su mano hasta aquella cicatriz, acariciando su borde despacio, cansado. Sus ojos entornados miraban al otro lado de la ventana, perdidos en la marea que se extendía hasta más allá de donde alcanzaba la vista.

Perdidos en los recuerdos del pasado.

First post: https://www.tumblr.com/ariiamgoblin/718284307454722048/ever-since-i-saw-the-movie-for-the-358th-time-a

[ragazzoarcano]

“Non sorprenderti se qualcuno ti fa sentire sbagliata. Ricorda, le api pungono sempre i fiori più belli. Guarda avanti e sorridi.”

— L. Del Grande

[altri-menti]

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[angelap3]

Ci sono state raccontate due grandi falsità su Cleopatra: innanzitutto, non era affatto una bellezza convenzionale; in secondo luogo, non era neanche egiziana. Gli storici hanno cercato di spiegare come una donna sia riuscita a sottomettere gli uomini più potenti del suo tempo, ma i documenti storici testimoniano che Cleopatra non era semplicemente una seduttrice, bensì una donna di intelligenza straordinaria.

Plutarco scrive di lei che era incredibilmente affascinante, anche se non bella nel senso classico del termine. Racconta che fosse impossibile dimenticarla. Cleopatra aveva una voce così melodiosa e magnetica da incantare chiunque le parlasse.

Era una donna dotata di un’intelligenza eccezionale.

Cleopatra era profondamente istruita e padroneggiava diverse discipline, tra cui matematica, astronomia, oratoria e filosofia. Fu la prima e unica sovrana della dinastia tolemaica ad abbracciare la religione e la cultura egiziane. Nessuno dei suoi predecessori aveva mai mostrato interesse per le tradizioni del popolo che governavano: tutti veneravano esclusivamente gli dèi greci.

Inoltre, Cleopatra era una poliglotta straordinaria: parlava almeno nove lingue. Fu la prima tra i Tolomei a imparare l’egiziano, una lingua che nessuno prima di lei si era mai preoccupato di studiare, nonostante governassero l’Egitto. Tra le altre lingue che conosceva c’erano l’ebraico, l’etiopico, l’arabo, il persiano e il latino.

Cleopatra ebbe quattro figli: il primogenito, Tolomeo XV Cesarione, probabilmente nato da Giulio Cesare, e tre avuti da Marco Antonio. I gemelli, figli di Antonio, portavano nomi che in traduzione significano "Sole" e "Luna".

Dopo la morte di Cleopatra, Cesarione fu giustiziato da Ottaviano, il figlio adottivo di Cesare. Gli altri figli furono portati a Roma per essere allevati. Si sa che la figlia si sposò con un re della Mauretania, ma il destino degli altri figli rimane avvolto nel mistero.

Cleopatra e Marco Antonio morirono insieme. Avevano deciso che, in caso di sconfitta, si sarebbero suicidati. Antonio si tolse la vita con la spada, mentre si crede che Cleopatra abbia usato il veleno di un serpente.

La regina, rinchiusa in una stanza con le sue ancelle, fu minacciata da Ottaviano: se si fosse suicidata, avrebbe colpito i suoi figli. Nonostante ciò, Cleopatra decise di togliersi la vita. Secondo i romani, un servo le avrebbe portato un serpente nascosto in un cesto di fichi, ma molti storici ritengono più probabile che Cleopatra avesse nascosto del veleno in una forcina cava tra i capelli.

Prima di morire, Cleopatra scrisse una lettera a Ottaviano chiedendo di essere sepolta accanto a Marco Antonio. La sua morte fece infuriare Ottaviano, poiché lo privò del trionfo di esibire la regina sconfitta.

Ad oggi, la posizione esatta della tomba di Marco Antonio e Cleopatra rimane sconosciuta. Esistono solo ipotesi e supposizioni.

Così si concluse la vita di Cleopatra, un’incredibile sovrana, ultima regina d’Egitto e ultima rappresentante della dinastia tolemaica. Con la sua morte, l’Egitto perse la propria indipendenza e divenne una provincia dell’Impero Romano. La caduta di Cleopatra segnò la fine della grande civiltà egizia.

Informatevi meglio, prima di scrivere cazzate, mondo di Tumblr.

Notte ✨✨✨

(Angela P.)

[elbiotipo]

Estoy volviendo a ocupar Space Engine (no tengo NI IDEA de como anda en mi laptop destruida) pero bueno, es un planetario virtual proceduralmente generado, y es fantástico

Como sabrán se están descubriendo muchos exoplanetas en otras estrellas fuera del Sol, y antes estaban nombrados solamente por códigos estilo HD 48265b. La Unión Astronómica Internacional (la IAU, hogar del uruguayo que mató a Plutón) les está empezando a dar nombres.

Por eso me encantó que hoy estaba boludeando con Space Engine y encontré que que la estrella Mu Arae ahora se llama Cervantes, y sus planetas tienen nombres del personajes del Quijote:

(no son imagenes reales, son especulativas generadas por el programa)

En fin, si se preguntan si hay argentinos en todo este tema, POR SUPUESTO que los hay, en 2008 la Universidad Nacional de Córdoba descubrió un exoplaneta alrededor de la estrella HD 48265, y en 2019 hubo un concurso para darle un nombre desde la comunidad argentina. Los nombres elegidos fueron Nosaxa "Primavera" y Naqaỹa"Hermano", en lengua moqoit, sugeridos por un miembro de ddicho pueblo originario. Es una historia hermosa y pueden leer más acá:

Le pegué una visita a la estrella con Space Engine y aunque no están los nombres porque mi programa está desactualizado, le saqué unas fotos (especulativas) al planeta:

Acá está, Naqaỹa, nuestro hermano.

Está a 285 años luz del Sol y aunque el planeta es un gigante gaseoso más grande que Júpiter, como pueden ver está en una zona templada de su estrella lo cual posibilita que quizás podría tener lunas habitables.

No tengo los datos de cuantos (tendría que investigar y hacer un video) pero ya van varios exoplanetas descubiertos por argentinos, así que con suerte (si no siguen los recortes en CONICET) vamos a empezar a ver más nombres argentinos en el espacio.

[didiribeiro]

"Diz-se que a noite traz conselhos, mas certamente também traz muitos pensamentos, às vezes bons, às vezes ruins. Seja forte e mande embora os negativos, pense no último sorriso do dia e lembre-se que a vida é sempre um lindo “presente”. Amanhã será melhor, acredite."

__________

Luna Del Grande

[imoonblaze]

[CROSSOVER] Happy New Year 2024

🍷Diana Anderson, Maimara, Nama Nama, Ambys (OCs) and art belong to @imoonblaze (KlfunsskXD)

🍷Pitaya Dragon Cookie and Milky Way Coookie from Cookie Run, Devsisters

🍷Zatz from Maya and the three, Jorge R. Gutierrez

🍷Dodi and Azalea from Olocoons, Bimbo

🍷Haida and Retsuko from Aggretsuko, Sanrio

🍷Bullfrog from Captain Laserhawk

🍷King Trollex, Queen Barb and Veener from Trolls, DreamWorks

🎉🎆FELIZ AÑO NUEVO 2024!!! (tardio 😅)🎆🎉

🌟Tecnica🌟

tradicional (lineart) y digital (coloreado, luces y sombras)

Vuelvo aqui con un nuevo dibujo para el comienzo de este nuevo año! 🥳🎉 lastimosamente no pude postear esto el 31 del mes pasado o el dia 1 de este mes debido a que tomo mas tiempo de lo esperado 😥 aun asi, disfrute mucho el hacer este dibujo a pesar del cansancio que me llevaba el estarlo elaborando ✨ sin embargo, el esperar un resultado era lo que mas me motivo a darle mas esfuerzo y finalmente esta terminado! 🤩

uff...jamas en mi vida habia hecho una cantidad algo grande de personajes en un solo dibujo 😨 no recuerdo alguna vez haber hecho algo asi anteriormente (posiblemente solo en tradicional), pero hacerlo a digital es agotador! posiblemente no vuelva a hacer algo asi seguidamente, ya que me conformo mas con solo hacer de 2 a 4 personajes 😅 (es mas cansado colorearlos que dibujarlos ; u ; ).

🌟DATO EXTRA🌟 En mi universo, Haida y Retsuko son mas mayores que en el canon de la serie, mientras que los demas estan entre sus 18 a 25 años (excepto los hermanos adoptivos Maimara y Zatz los cuales son dioses de las estrellas y la luna, por lo que siguen viendose como adolescentes... mientras que Pitaya Dragon Cookie al ser un dragon puede vivir milenios).

[catarsis96]

Tenía planeado escribir varios one-shots para este mes, pero por motivos de salud no pude, asi que solo escribí esto y espero que sea del agrado para quienes lo lean.

Advertencia: escritura con mención de sangre, mordidas de vampiro, no sé si esto encaja en el tema depredador/presa, pero en caso de serlo, lo pongo como advertencia. Esto es solo ficción.

Resúmen: Por mucho que Alucard resistiera ante sus instinto, tarde o temprano debía caer y saciar su sed de sangre.

La verdad no sabías cuánto tiempo llevabas corriendo, pero lo único que sí sabías era que tenías que alejarte lo más que pudieras, escapar del peligro que estaba siguiendo sus pasos.

No llevaba nada consigo, ni un arma ni un mapa, solo el camisón con el que se había ido a la cama, ayudada por la luz de la luna para poder ver en la oscuridad del bosque, el sonido de su corazón acelerado parecía hacerse más y más fuerte con cada segundo que pasaba. Los ojos de los animales nocturnos parecían espectadores ante la pobre alma que rondaba enmedio del bosque, plagado de bestias más feroces que ellos mismos. 

Un búho comenzó a cantar como si tratara de decir algo, la mujer se detuvo justo en el momento que cantó esa ave nocturna, las lágrimas que había estado conteniendo se derramaron, como un río desbordándose, su cuerpo temblaba por el llanto incesante, la adrenalina, el miedo, ansiedad y el sentimiento de sentirse un fracaso comenzaron a atormentar su ser. Fracasaste, eres un fracaso, la voz de su consciente parecía querer atormentarla más, hacerla sentir que todo lo que había hecho para que aquél ser depredador no surgiera del hombre que ama. 

Había hecho todo lo posible, ¡Todo! Pero fue en vano, Alucard, su Alucard había sucumbido ante su herencia vampírica.  

La sed de sangre era tan fuerte, el instinto de ver derramar sangre como si fuera un río, el deseo de beberla cómo si fuera el mejor de los vinos, ese lado oscuro haciendo eco en su cabeza, habían sido más fuertes que él y al final se había vuelto lo que siempre temió y odió ser. 

Recordó aquellos ojos rojos mirándola, esa sonrisa depredadora y ese anhelo oscuro y…

“¡Alucard! ¿Qué sucede?” Había sido despertada tan repentinamente. El cuerpo más grande de él sobre ella, capturando el suyo. Y unos ojos rojos cargados de salvajismo y oscuridad.

Por un momento esos ojos cálidos volvieron a mirarla, había temor en ellos, sus manos fueron hacia su cabeza, Alucard comenzó a darse golpes a sí mismo, como si tratara de detener un dolor de cabeza insoportable para él, tratando de callar aquel lado oscuro dentro de él. 

“Corre, ¡Corre! No podré soportar más, no quiero hacerte daño, amor. ¡Corre y no pares!”

Ella siguió su advertencia, corrió incluso cuando lo vio seguirla, corrió incluso cuando lo escuchó llamarla con aquellos sobrenombres cariñosos que solía decirle, pero ya no se escuchaban con amor, parecían estar cargados de algo más, como si se tratara de un deseo oscuro.

El búho volvió a cantar con insistencia, como si de una advertencia se tratara y el temor te atrapó. El ave dió un último canto hasta que tomó vuelo y la dejó sola. El bosque pareció volverse más silencioso, con el corazón volviéndose más pesado, trató de escuchar algo más. Los animales del denso bosque habían sido inteligentes al decidir marcharse de ahí, sabían que algo malo sucedería.

El sonido de pisadas más fuertes, ramas rompiéndose y el  gruñido de un lobo la hizo soltar sus lágrimas para retomar su carrera. Su correr era desesperado, saltando por algunas ramas, algunas veces lanzándolas a la bestia blanca que la seguía, con la esperanza de que él quedara  atrás y le diera más tiempo a ella para alejarse. Pero la fuerza se iba de ella y supo que estaba perdida.

Aquél lobo saltó y mordió a la mujer, presa de su miedo.

“¡No, no!” Había perdido, lo supo cuando sintió el peso de su captor encima, lo supo incluso cuando sintió como sangraba por la mordida infligida.

“Pobre cosita linda.” Cuando Alucard volvió a su forma normal, la volteó para que ella la mirara a los ojos, quería que ella, su preciosa presa viera su nuevo ser. El frío viento meció sus largos cabellos dorados dándole un aura más etéreo y poderoso.

Lo tenías sentado sobre ti, sabías que no podrías contra él, incluso si aún persistía el instinto de supervivencia.

“¿Te duele?” Alucard la tocó en su lugar herido, haciendo presión.

“¡Augh! ¡Déjame, suéltame, me duele!” La mujer gritó, Alucard lo había hecho con intención de verla gritar de dolor. 

“No te estaría doliendo si te hubieras rendido antes. Mira cómo estás ahora.” 

“¿Por qué haces esto? Tu no eres mi Alucard, él no se complacería con mi dolor.” A pesar de sentir miedo, lo confrontaste con la poca valentía que te quedaba.

“Por supuesto que soy el mismo.” Una sonrisa burlona adornó su rostro. 

Aquél dhampir se inclinó aún más dejándote sin escapatoria, su respiración comenzó a acariciar tu cuello, oliendo ese dulce elixir que viajaba por tu sistema. Sus colmillos comenzaron a rozar su piel, haciéndote saber lo que haría ahora.

“Déjame mostrarte que soy el mismo.” Lamiendo una línea comenzó a besarte hasta que lo inevitable sucedió.

Un grito agonizante salió de ti, cuando sentiste hundir sus colmillos, la sensación de piel rota y el extraño dolor te hicieron llorar. El dolor era diferente, nunca lo habías llegado a sentir. Poco a poco tus ojos comenzaron a cerrarse, dejándote en los brazos de ese nuevo Alucard.

A él no le importaba que cayeras en un sueño profundo, siguió alimentando su sed de sangre, hasta saciarse.  Alucard le dedicó una mirada con una decisión. La mantendría con vida, su pequeña cosita linda se volvería su fuente de alimento y pasión. 

Y a lo lejos, el búho cantó siendo testigo de la escena que protagonizaba aquel Dhampir y su pobre víctima.