#Me perdoe

[caixa-de-som]

A pessoa que um dia me amou.

Eu sinto muito..

Me perdoe por todo o mal que lhe fiz. Me perdoe pelas brigas. Me perdoe pela frieza. Me perdoe por ter te traído. Por ter traído sua confiança.

Me perdoe por ter lhe machucado, mesmo lhe prometendo nunca te fazer mal. Me perdoe por você ter si machucado. E pelas cicatrizes serem um lembrete diário do quão estúpida eu fui, do quão cortante fui na sua vida. Me perdoe.

Espero que onde quer que você esteja, que esteja bem, que esteja feliz. E que tenha alguém que lhe ame intensamente.

[vitorialada]

Os olhos de Stevie se acenderam como os de uma criança de frente a uma vitrine de brinquedos. Ela descobriu o gosto por armas pouco tempo depois de chegar ao Acampamento, juntamente ao gosto por batalhas e pela Caça à Bandeira, e desde então era fascinada pela dedicação posta na confecção das armas e armaduras usadas pelos semideuses. Aquelas presenteadas pelos pais divinos eram sempre um pouco mais refinadas e complexas, mas havia algo especial no manuseio dos filhos de Hefesto, aquela pitadinha humana que deixava tudo mais apaixonante. 

Contenda, como havia batizado o escudo antes mesmo de ganhá-lo, era belíssimo, e apenas era assim porque havia sido feito por outro semideus. Ela estendeu a mão para pegá-lo e já encaixou-o no bra��o esquerdo, admirando o ajuste perfeito em suas medidas e os detalhes que rapidamente a revelaram que Kaito era muito exigente com o próprio trabalho.

“Ah, eu tô sentindo uma harmonia absurda com esse bebezinho.” Disse ela, o sorriso bobo e os olhos vidrados no objeto. “Mas vamo testar, sim. Quero ver o que você preparou em ação.” Ela removeu o escudo do braço, devolveu-o a Kaito e, então, seguiu na companhia do ferreiro até o lado de fora do Bunker 9 e em direção à arena de treinamento, vazia devido ao fim de semana. Sem esconder a animação e ansiedade no balançar das mãos e na expressão facial cheia de expectativa, ao chegar, virou-se para o rapaz outra vez e perguntou: “Ok, começamos com o quê?”

se havia algo que fazia com alegria, era forjar. apesar de ter passado anos longe da profissão oficial do acampamento, nunca havia deixado de fazer armas em seu tempo no mundo mortal, na verdade, havia apenas ampliado seu gosto pela mecânica, deste modo, colecionando habilidades. e se no mundo mortal uma acabava se sobressaindo a outra (era menos estranho montar uma moto do que um escudo por exemplo), no acampamento era o contrário.

cada comissão o deixava mais feliz, portanto, ao pegar para si o pedido de stevie e ter passado dias estudando a possibilidade de fazer algo à altura do mesmo, finalmente decidiu como iria confeccioná-lo. e, como de praxe, sempre acabava fazendo mais do que o que era solicitado nesses casos. também estava familiarizado com a personalidade brilhante da mais nova a essa altura, e sempre levava isso em consideração quando confeccionava armas mágicas. magia tinha personalidade, os filhos da magia já haviam lhe dito, então tentava fazer com que isso estivesse em suas criações, para que fossem de fato perfeitas para seus donos.

❛ oi, stevie! ━━━━━ exclamou, oferecendo um sorriso. o tom de voz saiu um pouco mais alto do que o planejado, porque, bem, armas eram um assunto que o deixavam muito animado. ❛ está sim. fiz alguns ajustes finais há algumas horas e deixei esfriar. você já consegue tocar nele. ━━━━━ ao terminar de falar, pegou o escudo e levou até a filha de niké. ❛ quer testar? não podemos fazer isso aqui, mas podemos tentar na arena. preciso ver se ele vai se adequar a você também. eu sei que eu faço as armas, mas preciso conferir que vocês têm harmonia um com o outro.

[givemequeen]

Accidental Confessions: Pedro Pascal x reader

request: What about a Pedro Pascal friends to lovers? He just seems like such a great friend. It would be cute to see an angsty/fluffy friends to lovers. a/n: I’m back bitches? pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader summary: you go to a party with Pedro and accidentally let something slip. warnings: sexy time. slight oral (female receiving). honestly just normal sexy stuff. oh! unprotected sex (remember to wrap it before you tap it, lads) word count: 5409

You stepped into the party already anxious, your hands were slightly shaking as you made your way around the room overfilled with strangers. Pedro had invited you to some fancy actor party of his and you had regrettably agreed. The last thing you wanted to do right now was fake smile at a bunch of people you didn’t know. It would’ve been so much better if you had just stayed home in bed watching TV. 

You shook the thought out of your head, no, you were here for your friend. He invited you specifically. He wants you here.

As you silently chastised yourself for wishing you weren’t here, you found yourself at the bar. The bartender – a young man with healthy, bouncing curls down to his shoulders whose smile revealed two small dimples on each cheek – asked you what you wanted as he prepared a drink for a girl in a stunning dress.

Pedro hadn’t exactly told you what to wear, just something “formal”, so you had landed on a long, thin, silver dress with spaghetti straps that you had bought on a whim. Thankfully, you seemed to fit in with the rest of the people. Though they did seem much more put together than you did.

You told the bartender your order – lemon vodka – and sat on one of the stools. You were about to take your phone out of your small purse when the lady that was sat next to you spoke. She called out your name and you shot up. 

“Is it you?” she said with a dashing smile. Her teeth were perfectly straight and extremely white. She had a tan and a nose that you could ski on. 

“Yeah?” you said, a bit unsure. 

“It’s wonderful meeting you.” She stuck her hand out, of course she had a perfect manicure. 

“Thanks, you too.” You shook her hand; thankful you had at least attempted to paint your nails a colour to match your dress. “I don’t mean to be rude but who are you?” 

She laughed – obviously a perfect laugh, no snorting or high-pitched squeals – and told you her name. “I’ve worked with Pedro.” 

You cringed at the way she said his name. “Oh.” You said with a slightly pang of jealousy. “So, how do you know me?”

“Are you kidding? He talks about you all the time, sweetheart.” She laughed, completely taking you back. “So how long have you two been together?” 

Just as you were about to open your mouth to tell her you guys weren’t together and what a ridiculous suggestion that was, the bartender handed you your drink. You smiled at him and politely took a sip before turning to the woman and again. 

However, this time, Pedro was stood right next to her. 

“Pedro!” you said, a smile light up your face. You stood up, set your drink on the bar, and gave him a hug. His strong, large, warm hands rested on your hips as you tucked your head in his neck and pressed yourself against his warm skin. He smelled perfect. Like the cologne you had seen in his bathroom one too many times and like him. Like his skin and his sweat and morning mist and almonds. 

You stood back before it got too weird. You felt hyperaware of his hands on your hips and how he had kept them there. “I was just talking to-” you turned to face the lady but she was gone. “Oh, she must’ve left.”

“Leah? Yeah we worked together last year, I told you about it.” He smiled and you nearly melted right there. That gorgeous smile that revealed a dimple in his right cheek and crinkled his eyes. “You look gorgeous.” He said as he took a step back and took you in. You spun around in order to give him a full view. “Absolutely perfect.”

“So do you, ver handsome.” You took a sip of your drink in order to hide your blush. 

“Come, I want you to meet some people.” You nodded and allowed Pedro to grab your hand and lead you through the masses of people. You spent the next three hours going from group to group. You knew some of the actors, either personally - well more like from some other party Pedro had invited you to - or because you had seen them in some show or movie. You politely listened to whatever they had to say and then kissed everyone goodbye before moving on to the next group. 

Though sometimes what the actors were saying was interesting, the thing that took your attention away the most was Pedro. Whenever he laughed, he would clap his hand on his chest and lean backwards. You couldn’t stop paying attention to the heat coming from his hand when he would place in on your lower back as he guided you to the next group. 

It was around eleven o’clock when you stepped outside from some air. Pedro had offered to fill up your drink but you refused as you were starting to feel a little light headed. So, instead, he went to get you both a snack and a glass of water. 

You were standing in the apartment’s balcony, it was pretty high up but it had the most breath-taking view of the city. All around you lights from different buildings and streets winked up at you. You took a deep breath in and gripped the railing of the balcony. You were alone and did not hear when Pedro came out. 

“Hey there.” He said, he was holding a bowl of peanuts and a glass of water. “I already had some water; I hope you don’t mind sharing.” He grinned sheepishly. 

“Of course I don’t mind, silly.” You smiled and took the glass. “Thank you.” You said as you popped a peanut into your mouth. 

You sat down on one of the outdoor sofas and, sighing, lifted your legs so they laid across Pedro’s lap. You both quietly munched on the snack and stared at the sky. Pedro moved your dress out of the way, lifting the hem until your knees. He began drawing on your leg and you nearly groaned out loud at how good his touch felt. 

“So, how long are you in New York for?” you finally asked. You always dreaded this answer, he wasn’t here for long, always in one country or another filming. 

Of course, you were happy for him. He was doing what he had always dreamed of doing but a small – or large – part of you was selfish and wanted him to stay in New York so you could see him every day. 

“For a while.” He said. You look up at him and smiled. 

“Really? No show to shoot? No premier or award show to attend?” you tried to hide your excitement but failed miserably. 

“No.” he laughed. “I’m all yours.” He said as his finger glided up and down your leg. 

“Awesome.” You said, unsure what else to say. I wish you were all mine… 

“Hmm?”

“What?” you echoed looking up at him. 

“What did you just say?” he asked, arching an eyebrow, his hand had frozen highway up your shin. 

“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” You sat up, pulling your legs away from him. “Fuck, did I say “I wish you were all mine” out loud? Fuck.” you thought. You probably had had more to drink than you had initially thought. 

“Are you sure?” he asked. 

“Yes, anyway I better get going.” You quickly stood up and before he had the chance to follow, you dashed inside. “Thanks for inviting me.” 

Quickly, you made your way through the crowds of people, carefully avoiding those you knew were chatterboxes, and left the apartment. You looked behind you and nervously began pressing the call button for the elevator. As soon as it opened, you darted inside and began repeatedly pressing the close button. 

Soon enough, the elevator reached the reception and you bolted across it. You waved goodbye to the concierge who had helped you earlier last night and quickly glanced over your shoulder as you stepped outside. Pedro was nowhere to be seen and you weren’t sure whether to be disappointed or relived. You hailed a taxi down, but they all zoomed past you, either busy or completely ignoring you. 

“Hey.” You heard Pedro call your name from behind. “Where are you running off to?” he tapped your shoulder and you spun around. 

“Hi, sorry. Just gotta get home, yknow.” You smiled, trying to play it cool but Pedro saw right past your act. 

“Okay, let me accompany you.” He stood beside you and hailed a taxi down. Of course, they immediately listened to him. He opened the door for you to get in. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to. I’ll get home fine.” You said as you got in. 

“What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t take you home?” he said as he too got in. 

Reluctantly, you nodded and he gave the taxi driver your address. You spent the ride staring outside and cursing New York’s traffic. Walking or the subway would’ve taken you less and maybe you wouldn’t have been caught up by Pedro. But the subway wasn’t the safest especially with what you were wearing and your feet hurt too much to walk all the way home. 

Pedro sat silently next to you, his hand on the middle seat, and eyes glued outside. When you finally got to your place, you jumped out of the taxi and thanked Pedro. However, he too stepped outside. He paid the driver and followed you inside your apartment’s foyer. 

You couldn’t exactly slam the door in his face, so you let him in and got into the elevator. You expected this ride to be just like the taxi drive, silent and a tiny bit awkward. Pedro surprised you by hitting the emergency button - which caused the elevator to jolt to a halt - and turning to you. 

“Hey, talk to me, why did you run off? And don’t say you needed to get home.” He said, he stood completely in front of you. You glanced up and mustered a smile. 

“I- well- it’s just-” you couldn’t help but glancing down at his lips and back up at his eyes. Those deep brown eyes you could just lose yourself in. 

“Yeah? You just what?” he prompted, taking a step closer to you. You held your breath, unsure as to what to do. 

“I think you know.” You finally said, you pushed your shoulders back and held your hands together behind your back. 

“Oh? I do?” he asked, he was so close you could feel his breath fanning across your face. It smelt like mint and alcohol and you so desperately wanted to put your mouth and his. 

Gently, he cupped your cheek and you let out a breath, your hands went to his chest as his other hand went to your hips. “Please let me kiss you, I’ve been dying to kiss you.” He whispered. 

You nodded and closed your eyes, waiting for the heavenly taste of his lips. Slowly, Pedro pressed his lips against yours, you let out a sigh that sounded almost like a whine, and pulled him closer by the jacket of his suit. You moved your head to the side, allowing him more space to kiss you. 

His lips felt so extremely smooth and soft, almost like what you imagined kissing a cloud would feel like. He groaned into your mouth and that noise made you weak in the knees. Pedro let his hand drop to your waist and you both walked backwards until your back hit the elevator wall. 

He pulled you up so you could rest on the safety rail. You wrapped one leg around his waist, the dress restricting your movement, and he pressed himself against you. Now it was your turn to groan. He was clearly hard; you could feel it pressing against where you needed it the most. 

He rolled his hips and you moaned again. Taking advantage of the situation, he slipped his tongue into yours. You allowed it and let your tongue dance over his. One of his hands move to your behind, he grabbed the soft flesh there and pressed himself even harder into you. His other hand went to your leg, he pulled your dress up, feeling how smooth your legs were. 

“Fuck.” He whispered against your lips as he pulled apart for air. “I want to-” 

“Everything alright in there?” a voice called out from the intercom. 

You jumped away from Pedro, slightly pushing him away. “Erm, yes, just an accident.” You coughed and tried to fix your dress. 

“Alright.” Said the voice. Pedro hit the button again and the elevator lurched into life. 

You let your fingers glide over your lips, reminiscing on how sweet he tasted.  Pedro was now leaning against the back wall of the elevator, not staying anything, as you stood near the doors. 

Finally, they opened and you stepped into the corridor. You could hear him follow you and wait patiently as you took your keys out. Once you found them, you fumbled with them until you managed to slide them into the keyhole. You turned the key and a small click resonated. 

You turned to face him and struggled to meet his eyes. He was staring down at you, his face tense as though unsure of what to do and hands in his pockets. 

“Do you want to come in?” you asked. Smiling, he nodded and followed you in. You turned the lights on and made your way to the living room. 

“Sit. Do you want a drink?” Pedro stood by the entrance of the living room, his body leaning against the door frame, and stared at you. 

“No.”

“Oh… Do you want water? Or some food?” you said as you moved your weight from one foot to another. Your heels were killing you. 

“No.” he repeated, his voice dark and low. He pushed off the door frame and took a step towards you. 

“Oh.” You swallowed and watched in anticipation as he got closer to you. “What do you want then?” you stuttered. 

“I want you.” He said as he placed his hands on your hips again. “And you?” 

“Me too.” You quickly said before kissing him. 

Pedro groaned into your mouth and grabbed you wherever he could. Your hands were on him like metal on a magnet. He yanked you up, hands on your ass. Your heels fell off, making a loud thump when they reached the floor, but you didn’t care. 

“Careful, my dress.” You breathed. He pulled it up, nearly uncovering your ass, and squeezed your thighs. He pressed you to the wall and continued kissing you. His mouth was wonders on yours, drawing out the dirtiest of noises. 

“My room.” You said. 

Wordlessly, Pedro pulled you off the wall and started making his way to your room with you in his arms. You grabbed his shoulders and felt the muscles underneath the suit. Fuck, you couldn’t wait to tear all this extra fabric off of him. Once you reached your room he dropped you onto your bed and crawled on top of you. 

You pushed the jacket off of him as his lips attached themselves to your neck. Like a starving man, he began kissing and licking your neck. His kisses were soft and harsh at the same time, his tongue sliding over what his teeth marked. You moaned his name and begged for more. 

“Clothes.. there’s too much…” you mumbled pushing him back. He laughed and began unbuttoning his shirt. Impatiently, you pulled his shirt free from his pants and undid the buttons at the bottom. Pedro grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. 

“Patience, mi amor.” he said, a smile creeping onto his face. 

“Don’t laugh at me.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I’m not laughing.” He finished undoing all his button. “You’re so beautiful, I’m just happy.” You felt a rush of heat making its way up your neck and down your stomach. 

“Oh shut up.” You covered your face. 

Slowly, he peeled your hands away from your face and kissed you gently. “You are.” He kissed you again. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” 

He was finally done with all his buttons. You pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and sighed in delight. Your hands went to his stomach, feeling the warm skin, and kissed him right above his belly button. There was a trail of dark hair leading down into his pants and for a moment you wandered if that hair grew there just to tease you. 

He kicked off his shoes and let his shirt fall to the ground. You pushed him onto the bed and pulled your dress up, so it pooled at your hips, in order to straddle him. His hands returned to their familiar positions at your hips, and you took in his chest. 

Sure, you had seen him shirtless before whenever you went to the beach or pool – or when you drunkenly searched up shirtless photos of him with your friends – but you had never seen him laying on your bed like this, his hands on your ass and eyes on your breasts. 

“I think now it’s you who has “too much clothes”.” he said, quoting you. His fingers went to your straps, leaving your ass cold, and with a nod from you, he pushed them off your shoulders. Slowly, the dress fell and left your breasts exposed. You though, you would perhaps want to cover yourself, but something about the way he stared at them made you stand up straighter. 

He sat up, pulling you against him, and kissed your chest. He moved to one breast, planting opened mouthed kisses onto the soft skin and held the other breast with his hands. He gently squeezed and let his mouth hover about your nipple. His breath fanned over it, hardening it. You pushed forward, forcing him to make contact. 

He kissed you softly, like he had all the time in world, and gently. But you wanted more, and you want it now. You had waited too long for it to be this slow. You told him so. 

“I have waited too long for it to go too fast. I’m going to take my time.” You didn’t know what was hotter, the fact he wanted to take his time with you or the fact he had wanted this for a long time too. He kissed you harder and took your nipple between his teeth. You moaned his name and grabbed his hair, tugging on it slightly. This earned you a small groan, you did it again and he groaned your name. 

His hand squeezed your other breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple. You sighed in pleasure and grinded against him. You wanted to feel him everywhere and weren’t sure how long you were going to let him “take his time” with you. He was rock hard and you were dying to see him. Completely see him. 

He moved away from your breast and swapped sides, making sure both sides of you got the same treatment. “Oh, Pedro, fuck.” You said, each moan making him go harder and faster. “Please, I need you…” 

Pedro pulled away and tugged the dress over your hips. You lifted your arms, allowing him to completely take your dress off. He threw it off the side and groaned as he took in your entire body. 

“You’re perfect.” He leaned forward and kissed your chest. You arched your back, pushing yourself towards him. He flipped you over and held himself above you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tugged him down, wanting to feel his weight on top of you and between your legs. 

“Take your pants off.” You said, your hands fumbling with the belt. “Please.” You added after he gave you a cheeky look. 

Pedro rose and quickly took off his pants. You sat up, resting your weight on your elbows, and let your mouth fall open as you stared at his crotch. His erection was extremely obvious, it was creating a tent in his underwear. He placed his hands at his hips. 

“Wow. Okay. Come here. Now.” You pulled him towards you and kissed him, eager to get to it. 

He kissed you hard, taking your lower lip between his teeth and tugging on it. You couldn’t take it any longer, you stuck your hand between you and down his underwear and wrapped your fingers around him. He winced when you touched him and let his head fall onto your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” you went to move your hand away but he grabbed your wrist. 

“Continue.” He begged. “I’m just… really hard.” He laughed, refusing to meet your eyes. You bit your lower lip and attempted to hide the smile that was threatening to jump out. You wrapped your fingers around him again. He was thick and, you quickly discovered, long. You began stroking him and his hips began rolling, meeting you halfway. Some pre-cum leaked out of his tip, wetting your hand. You squeezed your thighs around him, eager to have him inside. 

Almost as though you had requested it, Pedro let one of his hands fall between you. He pressed his thumb against you through your underwear and began rotating it. You moaned, bucking your hips. It felt too good. 

“Please, let’s…” you didn’t have to say anything else. He laid on your side and placed his warm hand on your lower stomach. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, slowly itching downwards. 

“Yes.” 

“If you want me to stop at any time, tell me.” He said as he stared into your soul. 

“Yes.” You looked away, terrified your eyes would betray your deepest secrets. 

“Look at me.” His voice was low and husky, it made that warm feeling in your lower stomach drop lower. You turned to look at him, the hand that wasn’t on your lower stomach tucked your hair behind your ear before returning to its position holding him up. 

He kissed you gently and slowly slipped his hand under your underwear. You gasped as his finger touched you, it was barely anything but with Pedro if felt like everything. He moved his finger in small circles and watched you, entranced by the soft noises you were making. You grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. 

Gradually, he slipped a finger inside of you, just one, and kept it there. You looked at him, mouth slightly open, and nodded. He slipped another finger and curled them. You fell back, unable to support yourself, and squeezed his shoulder harder. Pedro began slipping his fingers in and out, each time he entered you he curled them. His thumb began drawing small circles just where you needed it. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment, and opened your hips, giving him all the space he could need. 

“Fuck.” You breathed as he stroked something deep inside you. 

You arched your back, pushing your breasts into the air. As though by invitation, Pedro placed his mouth around your breasts and sucked. His kisses were harder this time but you welcomed them. Your hand went to his hair, tugging and scratching his scalp. The joint pleasure coming from his hands and mouth was overwhelming. You pushed your hips onto the bed and breasts into his mouth. 

“Pedro… I’m gonna…” you moaned. He picked up his pace and helped you reach the place you had been chasing. You felt that pleasure ripple through you, erupting from between your legs and reaching all the way down to the tip of your curled toes. It then rushed all the way up and exploded out of your mouth as a series of moans, whimpers, and pleas. 

When you finally came down your chest was rapidly rising and falling, as though you had ran a marathon. Pedro had pulled his finger out from you and was holding them in front of his face. You turned to look at him, your vision slightly blurry, and watched in awe as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. 

You pulled him to you, urging him to rest his weight on you, and kissed him. You kissed his neck, his sweat tasted sweet. You licked a line across his jugular vein and felt his rapid heartbeat under your tongue. 

“That was really good.” You said. “Your moans drive me crazy.” 

He rolled his hips against you and you moaned again. “Mmhm, just like that. You like this?” you nodded and he did it again. “What do you want now?” 

“You.” 

“You have me.” You looked over at him and gave him a look. “C’mon, you’re gonna have to be more specific than that.” he pressed his hips against you and arched an eyebrow. 

“Well… Okay…” you looked up, not wanting to reveal how flustered he made you. 

“Yes?” he cupped your jaw and kissed you. 

“I want you in me.” You finally said. 

“Lets get rid of these then, huh?” he said, tugging at your underwear. Pedro kissed his way down your torso until he was level with your hips. He hooked a finger around the band of your underwear and pulled it over your hips, knees, and, eventually, feet. He flicked them off to the side before taking you all in. “Fuck.” He said before planting a kiss right between your legs. He licked once before kissing your inner thigh. Then, he kissed his way back up to your lips. 

“Your turn.” You said, a smile tugging at your lips. Your hands went down to his underwear and you tugged it down, making him completely bare. You glanced down and let your mouth fall open. Pedro wrapped his hand around himself and pumped it a couple times. 

“I’m on the pill.” You blurted out. 

“That’s good.” He said, smiling down at you. 

“Are you- like, clean?” 

“Yes, even though I’m an actor-” 

“And a heartthrob.” You interjected. 

“Yes, right.” He laughed as he made his way back to you. “- I don’t go sleeping around with everyone.” 

“No, yeah, right, I didn’t meant that. Just…” 

“I’m messing, I know what you meant and yes I am. You?” 

You nodded. 

You reached your hands out and placed them on his shoulders, they were broad and warm, his skin felt reassuring under your fingers. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Pedro lined himself up and momentarily pushed his hips forward. You sucked in a breath and shut your eyes, your legs squeezing him. 

“Hey, relax, okay?” he kissed you gently and you nodded, relaxing your thighs. He pushed in a little more and you let out a moan. He was stretching and filling you up in all the right ways. He pushed even more and you gripped his shoulders. His head fell beside yours, his voice was sweet like honey and reaching parts of you that you didn’t know existed. His words were carefully and perfectly chosen. 

Finally, he was all the way in. He groaned and rested his weight on you. He was heavy but it felt oddly reassuring, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and sighed, causing him to inch further into you. 

“Please, Pedro, move.” You urged. 

He complied and slowly pulled himself out halfway before sliding back inside. Each movement causing you to moan his name. You arched your back, pressing your chest against his, as he picked up the pace. Your hands were desperately moving up and down his back, one slid down to his ass and you gave it a squeeze. He didn’t seem to mind so you squeezed again. This time he reacted, he pulled himself further out and slammed into you. The noise of his flesh against yours was almost deafening. 

You grabbed his hair and pulled so he turned to look at you. His eyes were half closed, and mouth half opened. You kissed him and he kissed back with a force to match his thrusts. You felt him go deeper and deeper. His hands went to your face, cupping your cheek. You squeezed your legs around him. 

“Can I go on top?” you asked, pulling your lips away from his. 

“Yes, of course.” 

You both awkwardly rolled over and gasped at the new angle. His hands went to your hips, thumbs slowly drawing circles onto the soft skin. You spread your legs and moaned as you sunk further onto him. That feeling that drove you wild was starting to build up again in your lower abdomen. 

His hands started to guide you, urging you to rock forwards and backwards. You gladly complied, moaning at how gratifying it felt. One of his hand went to your left breasts and squeezed it. You leaned towards him and kissed him. His lips were a taste you could not get enough of. His tongue danced around yours at a beautiful pace. You pulled yourself up slightly and lowered again. He gasped. You did it again. He gasped again. 

“You like that?” you said. 

He kissed you harder and began lifting his hips to meet you halfway. As though this was a dance you had practiced for many hours in order to perfect, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm. His hand squeezed, tongue licked, hips bucked. It was perfect but it couldn’t last long. 

“I think I’m close.” He said, almost apologetic. 

“Please cum in me.” You begged, surprised at how pathetic you sounded. 

In one quick motion, Pedro spun you around, holding you tight against his chest as he did so. He grabbed your hands and pinned them over your head with just one of his and resumed the thrusting of his hips. Then, his other hand settled between the two of you and his thumb began rapidly circling your clit. 

You moaned and moved, chest pressed against his, legs wrapped around him and quickly squeezed. His movements were becoming irregular and sloppy. 

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. I’ve been staring at you all night in that dress. You’re - shit - fucking perfect.” He said as he pounded into you one last time before grunting in pleasure. 

Just then, the overwhelming feeling that had been building itself deep inside of you toppled over. 

“Don’t stop.” You said as you felt him slow down. 

Pedro listened and bucked his hips hard. You pushed your shoulders into the bed, hands tightly gripping his hair, and let yourself enjoy the pleasure. You rolled your hips against him, hyper aware of the warmth shooting into you. You collapsed into the bed, chest heaving even faster that before. 

Pedro collapsed onto you, his weight comfortably crushing you. You stroked his hair as he nuzzled his face into your neck. 

“Was that also really good?” his voice was muffled. 

“Even more.” You said, happily sighing. Pedro pulled away from you as you whined in protest, him leaving your body felt like a betrayal. You were left empty, cold, and bare.

“Gotta get you cleaned up, mi amor.” He laughed. 

He walked into the bathroom and you grinned at the sight. He had an amazing ass. Fuck, you couldn’t look away. You rolled over in the bed to get a better view. Your smiled grew even more when he turned around, his boner not fully gone yet. 

“Damn.” You said. 

“Thanks?” He plopped down on the bed with a towel in hand and helped you get cleaned up. 

Then, you slid under the duvet. He clicked into placed behind you, his arms wrapping around you and dwarfing you. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and let his fingers dance over your thigh. And into the darkness, he spoke your name. 

“I don’t know what that meant to you…” He began. “But that was special to me. I’ve honestly been wanting to do that for a long while.” 

You froze as though remaining as still as possible would also freeze the moment, like any sound would shatter this dream and forcibly pull you back to a cruel and lonely reality.

“And, erm, you?” he nervously asked when you remained silent. 

You rolled around and stared up at him. “Me too, Pedro. I really like you and not just as a friend.” You smiled and kissed him. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you on top of him. You gasped when you felt something poking your butt. 

“Put that away!” 

“You don’t want a round two?” he smirked. 

“Pedro!”

[allebasimaianunes]

doce pecado feito mel nos meus lábios.

[smut]

seus lábios eram macios como um novelo de lã, seu cheiro doce embriagava sua mente, como um mel selvagem que melava seus paladar enquanto beijava-lhe o busto liso, um vale de ondas de pele arrepiada que transbordava um calor acolhedor que pulsava o sangue impuro até os campos cavernosos que um dia jurou perante a Deus, castidade.

celibato.

palavra ruidosa, que esticava na língua e pinicava sua moral. porém para padre charlie aquilo não significava tanta coisa – na realidade ele desejava quebrar as antigas estruturas que erguiam as tradições anciãs da igreja que ele congregava.

as mãos firmes deslizavam pelas ondulações do corpo, estava zonzo de tesão e desejo, a respiração quente tocando-lhe o rosto angelical, a forma como ela lamuriava com os olhos fechados e os lábios torcidos de desejos o enlouquecia. seu corpo grande, feito uma fortaleza de ossos duros e músculos forjados por horas e horas de exercícios físicos e uma alimentação impecável, que encaixava tão bem para um ser humano tão vaidoso quanto ele, ergueu as pernas esguias dela para seus ombros, na posição que estava era só penetrar nela, quente e molhada, macia e tão receptiva a ele e desfrutar do prazer eterno.

prazer eterno que perdurava por minutos inconstantes. por que Deus permitiu que um dos maiores prazeres da carne fosse finito? ele se questionava, a mão no pau de veias grossas que circulava todo o sangue até lá, a sensação de topor era grande: como se ele estivesse de cabeça para baixo, o sangue indo todo para a cabeça num instante para logo descer em cascata para o pau. melado, babado, lubrificado. posicionou a cabeça rosada na buceta que o acolhia em um abraço tepido, fixou o olhar para a mulher deitada, rendida a ele, os bicos dos seios apontados para cima, a pele arrepiada, o suor brotando na testa, ela gemendo de tesão e anseio.

ele se curvou encima dela, ainda segurando o pau com a destra, a canhota indo de encontro no queixo dela firmando-o para sua direção. a fez encarar o carvão em brasa de suas íris, pupilas dilatadas quase comendo o céu nublado do olhar, sussurrou, a voz grave retubando no quarto em chamas:

— me diga de quem você pertence.

— você.

saiu em um sussurro fraco. padre charlie riu entredentes, negou com a cabeça, molhou os os lábios, encostou a cabecinha do pau na entradinha da mulher que retorceu debaixo dele. a mão canhota desceu para o pescoço dela e apertou ali. repetiu autoritário:

— repete de novo. quero fuder essa bucetinha sabendo de quem ela é.

— sua! completamente sua charlie! me fode agora porra!

padre charlie riu. um sorriso malicioso. tremeu dos pés às cabeça, assentiu satisfeito com a ansiedade dela, os olhos pidões para ele. tão indefesa e vulnerável feito um cordeirinho que se afastou do seu bando e está na mira de um lobo voraz, sedento por carne fresca.

ele acariciou o rosto dela. seus lábios encontraram com os dela, um beijo casto demais enquanto ele enfiava seu pau dentro dela, numa investida brusca que a fez resfolegar antes de aliviar a tensão.

era tanto prazer que fugia da órbita. o ar era quente, em brasas. o sabor mel dos lábios misturava agora ao sabor agridoce de porra e orgasmo. respiração descontrolada, corpos em sincronia, vai e vêm numa dança lascívia. o desejo queimando cera pelas veias, deslizando em forma de gemidos de seus lábios entreabertos, olhares dengosos e amores surrupiados um pelo outro naquela comunhão herege em busca da plenitude divina do êxtase.

e mais uma vez, no meio dos braços dela, padre charlie mayhew se perdia completamente de si: sua humanidade, virtude, sua santidade se tornavam vãs. pequeninas demais para o grande prazer que o enchia enquanto metia e fodia uma mulher que jurou jamais amar como a amava naquele momento, em sua cama, berço de rezas e choros de arrependimentos. mas ele se arrependia de fazer aquilo?

não.

ele queria mais.

provar do fruto proibido uma vez atrás da outra, até se fartar. cometer o pecado da gula com luxúria de braços abertos feito um jesus cristo na cruz. aceitando sua humanidade como um pecador que no dia seguinte iria se ajoelhar, clamar por clemência e se açoitar até tirar o sangue impuro e imputar a dor do pecado de si mesmo.

tão simples.

[trechos (imagens) do livro “o crime do padre amaro”, eça de queiróz (1875).]

[thesmartass]

⋆˚✿˖° 𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝖎. Transcrição da entrevista de Dahlia Dufour-Lapointe ⋆·˚

Dada a urgência de nossa investigação, optamos por entrevistar DAHLIA DUFOUR-LAPOINTE em seu local de descanso na enfermaria. Seus curandeiros pedem que conste nos autos que a changeling, em seu décimo nono ciclo das estações, está sob o efeito de chás e ervas que visam sua recuperação, mas que possuem como efeito a névoa mental e dificuldade na comunicação. Esta é a transcrição da entrevista:

Investigador (a partir de agora representado por Inv neste documento): A senhorita confirma que é Dahlia Dufour-Lapoite, aluna do Instituto Militar de Wülfhere?

[ A entrevistada gruiu, levantando o polegar indicando positivamente. Nota-se que ela tem alguma dificuldade para se mover e falar devido a sequelas do incêndio] 

Inv: Vou entender isso como um sim. De acordo com o seu laudo médico, você sofreu diversas queimaduras de segundo grau. Você confirma isso?

Dahlia Dufour-Lapoite (a partir de agora representada por DDL neste documento): Você precisa do meu laudo para chegar a essa conclusão? Por Erianwood, os culpados disso não vão ser pegos nunca! É claro que eu sofri queimaduras… [a entrevistada tem uma crise de tosse no meio de sua resposta e parece alterada pelo rumo das perguntas] 

Inv: Consta aqui que você foi encontrada por Kyrell Vortirgen em uma torre afastada do castelo, qual o motivo para isso? Por que estava naquele local nesse horário específico? Você tinha algum plano?

DDL: Eu estava terminando minha anotação no diário, como faço todas as noites. Ai, ai comecei a ouvir uma gritaria, o que não era comum, então… tinha tanta fumaça… eu pensei, eu pensei nos meus livros. Tive tanto trabalho traduzindo eles, eu preciso salvar o meu trabalho. Meus manuscritos!!!! [DDL parece agitada ao recordar dos eventos da fatídica noite. Sua maior preocupação sendo livros perdidos???]

Int: Está tudo bem senhorita, os livros e cadernos que estavam em sua posse parecem ter sido recuperados com dano mínimo e estão catalogados junto com nossas evidencias, você os terá de volta assim que possivel. Agora me diga, você notou algo incomum no dia do incendio? Ou algum comportamento estranho de outras pessoas no castelo de Wülfhere?

DDL: [Parece mais aliviada ao ouvir que seus livros estão seguros. Mas balança a cabeça negativamente como resposta] Eu, eu não vi ninguém. O dia inteiro estava tentando decifrar esse texto que encontrei no dia anterior, era antigo, bem complicado de traduzir, porque não conhecia o idioma direito e o pergaminho estava desgastado. Era isso que eu queria salvar, você tem certeza que nada foi perdido? Posso pelo menos ver eles? 

Int: Infelizmente não podemos retirar as evidências de onde são mantidas, estamos quebrando o protocolo fazendo essa entrevista aqui, peço que entenda. Agora, você notou algum dragão agindo estranho no dia do incêndio?

DDL: Não, eles não fariam algo assim. Wülfhere é tão lar dos dragões quanto é nosso, você atearia fogo em sua própria casa voluntariamente, senhor? 

[O investigador parece desconfortável com a pergunta. Dahlia Dufour-Lapointe começa a dar sinais de exaustão e não parece disposta a cooperar com a investigação.]

Inv: Vou fazer apenas mais uma pergunta em consideração ao seu estado de saúde, tudo bem? Na sua opinião, quem estaria mais interessado no desaparecimento do Cálice dos Sonhos e na interrupção do acesso ao Sonhār?

DDL: Como assim o desaparecimento do Cálice dos Sonhos? Nós não temos mais acesso ao Sonhār? Você está mentindo! Diga para mim que está mentindo! 

[A entrevistada perdeu o controle de suas emoções e começou a se debater em sua maca, curandeiros interromperam a sessão de perguntas expulsando o investigador e seu assistente da ala médica. O investigador sustenta ferimentos nos braços e rosto devido ao surto da paciente. Ela se tornou uma suspeita em potencial e será submetida a uma investigação mais profunda.] 

Nota extra da transcritor deletadas do documento oficial: As garras da changeling fizeram um estrago no Jorge e ele tirou uma licença de três dias "pra se recuperar"

[nonsolohaiku]

Come un uragano mi hai travolta e strappata da un miraggio che inseguivo.

Come un fiume in piena mi hai stretta e trasportata verso acque calme, più grandi e profonde. Dove lo sguardo si perde e si fonde con l'orizzonte.

Sei mare e sei oceano. Sei sogno e sei reale.

... E in te, io mi perdo

[kurara-black-blog]

Gente, sem querer ser crentefóbica, mas o sabor que é saber que os crentes são uma parte grande das vítimas de vício em casa de aposta, e que em parte é por causa da crença deles que "se eles ganham dinheiro, é porque Deus os considera dignos de riqueza"—

[kyuala]

pensando muito nesse paralelo aqui 💭💭

[quinnonimp]

ORDEM PARANORMAL QUARENTENA 23 DE SETEMBRO VAI SER O MELHOR DIA DA MINHA PUTA VIDA SE O QUACKITY TIVER LA VEI VOU CHORRAR NEM FUDENDOOOOOOOOO to tao ansioso N CONSIDOG PARAR DE TREMERDHJDJJHSJKKHDHJHHHSHJFJ

[personal-meme-archive]

[lumioluna]

questo è un blog da clown quindi non posso esimermi da raccontare la mia clownaggine. non ne avevo ancora scritto qui ma altra cotta storica veramente consistente mia, è stata quella che mi sono presa per il figlio del vicino questa estate, che è tipo un paio d'anni più grande di me e ogni tanto viene a stare dal padre, ragion per cui ci incontriamo. sostanzialmente io, il clown, non ho nemmeno il coraggio di reggere il suo sguardo quando mi saluta per le scale o di osare aggiungere una parola oltre a un timido "ciao" di ritorno (perchè il mio cervello va in corto circuito quando mi piace qualcuno), ma questo non mi ha impedito di passato l'estate a cercare di farmi notare (alcune delle mie rocambolesche avventure includono ricordarmi improvvisamente di dover controllare se c'è qualcosa nella cassetta della posta proprio quando sento lui aprire il cancello d'ingresso, casualmente sfoggiando un vestito carino che di norma non indosserei in casa ma guarda caso... + una scena ICONICA da film che mi è venuta troppo bene e di cui ho parlato per mesi alla mia migliore amica, veramente assurdamente ben riuscita se ci penso arrossisco ancora).

insomma ormai me la sto facendo passare perchè sono arrivata alla conclusione di non essere il suo tipo (e perchè sono troppo fifona per espormi senza neanche sapere se c'è un minimo di interesse o se magari è fidanzato o che so io). resta il fatto che, con tutto il rispetto, me lo magnerei e ormai lo sa tutto il condominio tranne lui secondo me - inclusa mia madre che non smette di fare battute a riguardo, crudele.

comunque, stamattina esco dal letto che sembro un pulcino uscito da una centrifuga (ho pure perso un calzino che ancora non ho trovato - sì, dormo coi calzini, denunciatemi), vado in bagno, saluto il mio cane (con più enfasi del solito perchè avevo fatto un incubo che la riguardava), faccio per uscire sul balcone (è una giornata soleggiata) e: nel giro di 0.5 ms metto il naso fuori, il mio cervello registra una voce provenire dalla mia sinistra, giro la testa; in altri 0.5ms lo vedo, parlare a telefono, a petto nudo (è novembre!!!), faccio un salto disperato all'indietro pestando la zampa del mio cane che, ignara di tutto, voleva uscire a prendersi un po' di sole, sbatto la porta-finestra con la forza di tre uomini provocando un rumore tale da coprire l'urletto sorpreso della povera creatura che ora mi guarda piena di risentimento e confusione. chiusura dell'atto con me che mi preparo la colazione intonando "porca di quella puttana zoccola" e "non si fa così" a mo' di cantilena.

anche oggi mi sono guadagnata il mio naso rosso. buon sabato.

[condividiamolavita]

nel cassetto vicino al letto ho trovato dei fogli volanti risalenti all'anno 2013 di quando ero follemente innamorata di un mio compagno del liceo ma vi giuro una cosa del genere non l'ho mai più provata per nessuno

spoiler: non siamo rimasti in nessun tipo di rapporto, l'ultima volta che l'ho rivisto ero seduta dietro di lui al centro vaccinale e non ho avuto il coraggio di salutarlo, gli ho solo mandato un messaggio quando ero in macchina. Mi ricordo ancora che mentre andavo al centro alla radio c'era una canzone di Adele (forse All I ask o Love in the dark) come campanellino d'allarme

[leolingo]

comprar coisa internacional é tao idiota tipo wdym eu nao posso parcelar 6x no crédito VIREM GENTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ja tem taxa pra caralho pelo menos deixem eu dividir nas faturas canalhas

[pwmovz]

hcs + dorian

give me a character and i’ll give you 10 headcanons ; dorian rhodes

a primeira vez que pisou num palco foi numa peça de escola, ainda pequeno. foi tão elogiado pelos professores que seus pais viram uma oportunidade de investir e desenvolver o potencial mostrado por ele, colocando-o em aulas de canto e teatro e levando-o em diversas audições abertas - seu primeiro papel na broadway foi como gavroche em les miserable, aos nove anos de idade.

alguns anos atrás, voltou a fazer parte do elenco de les miserables como enjolras, e foi feita toda uma campanha de marketing em cima da "volta às origens" - além desse, outros pontos altos de sua carreira foi quando protagonizou heathers interpretando jason dean, rent interpretando roger davis e once interpretando guy.

dorian foi indicado ao tony award duas vezes em sua carreira, mas não chegou a ganhar em nenhuma delas. espera fortemente conseguir o premio com sua interpretação como christian em moulin rouge.

acabou conseguindo uma boa fanbase, principalmente após heathers. acha engraçado a quantidade de mensagens que recebe nas redes sociais e faz questão de ficar para assinar os programas nos stage doors.

dorian é conhecido por ser um player. nunca teve muitos problemas para conquistar mulheres, principalmente depois de estabilizar a sua carreira, e ele se utiliza bastante de seu status na hora de cativar seus casos.

sempre tenta se mostrar solicito, sendo normalmente o front man, faz o que pode para deixar o ambiente nos ensaios agradável e sempre está ajudando os novatos, mas as vezes acaba soando presunçoso e arrogante ao fazê-lo.

liderando o primeiro revival depois do debut de moulin rouge, dorian consegue seguir a pressão de protagonizar um musical tão amado, a fanbase vinda desde o filme de 2001, e se sente constantemente ansioso para as previews e as primeiras criticas, na esperança de conseguir indicações aos prêmios.

foi chamado para gravar a demo de um grande filme musical de hollywood e achou, ingenuamente, que esse seria o próximo passo da sua carreira - pena que um ator de nome (que não sabia cantar tão bem) acabou sendo chamado para o papel.

depois de conhecê-la no elenco de rent e namorar por um ano, foi noivo por três mese de vanessa garcia, atriz que fazia a mimi marquez. o motivo do termino nunca foi revelado ao público.

apesar de se mostrar sempre bastante confiante, tem medo de sua carreira acabar por algum motivo, e por isso é extremamente regrado com sua vida pública. cancelamento de internet? seu próprio pesadelo. dorian sabe que é bom no que faz, mas acredita ser a única coisa que sabe fazer bem e não quer deixar de ter a vida confortável que conquistou.

[corclie]

send me 🍸 for a moodboard of our muses

[oninonauta]

finalmente dei reblog em 5 posts da hayley williams finalmente posso ir dormir