#bad bunny imagine

[werecreature-addicted]

I'm so sick of Werewolf x Bunny!!!!! There are so many other animals out there!!!!

Lamb/ sheep, an innocent little thing who's never been off the farm, and thinks the wolf is just trying to feel their fluffy tail while the big bad wolf gropes their ass.

Deer being chased and hunted by every wolf in the forest, they're the prize everyone wants to catch, and mount (ha) on their wall. And when they get caught they get claimed while the rest of the pack seethes in jealousy.

Fox/ Cyottee who thinks they're hot shit and likes toying with other little vermin only to be caught off guard by the bigger wolf and fucked into submission.

Fucking wolves eat fish throw in a river mermaid. It doesn't even have to be the whole hunter/ hunted dynamic write a werewolf/ mountain lion pairing. Cowards.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bunny pile!

[Commission for @newfriendly]

[beforeimdeceased]

abby wearing her strap on asking you to ride the bulge and beg her to fuck you and she’s not gonna do it until you sound as desperate as she wants you to…i need a glass of water

[harbingersglory]

i know i said more dom!reader blah blah blah sorry arlecchino rotted my brain severely. tmasc bunny!arle giving me severe brain damage /pos

(he/him prns used for arle)

at a glance, the big ears and small puffball of a tail might temporarily make you think Arlecchino is far sweeter then he actually is. how could anyone who looked so cute be anything but, right?

but you know better. you serve under Lord Arlecchino - literally. tucked under his desk while he makes you slobber and choke all over his strap. you barely get to breathe with his hand fisted in your hair, keeping you right where he wants you. if you've been particularly exemplary on your little missions, he might even let you sit on his lap. though whether thats worse or not is debatable, making you cockwarm him as he works. and you'd better keep quiet, too. he's not above muzzling you or just straight up shoving his fingers into your mouth to silence you while you squirm on his lap.

maybe if you last until he's done he'll fuck you properly. bend you over his desk and pound your pretty little holes until you're unable to stand. he'll still make you clean up his strap afterwards, of course.

it's when he's in a bad mood that he really gets going. sheds the act of polite, dignified little bunny. no, he's here to break you in and use you like the little toy you are. and you'll let him, won't you? drooling all over his strap when he fucks your throat raw, drags you into the nearest room the moment he sees you to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his cock stretches you out..

he's just as much of a mess as you are when he's this pent up, though. he doesn't bother keeping up appearances when he just has some pent up stress to get out. if you could even think straight you'd notice his puffball of a tail wagging and his ears drooping as he ruts into you, panting and grunting against your ear when you cum around his strap for the tenth time. you could almost swear you heard him whimper, but you'll be in a world of punishment if you mention it the next day (he absolutely did).

[lunicho]

Thoughts on massage therapist hubby yeonjun who sees you’re tense and agitated after a long day and just has to offer his services. He starts out super helpful but your little moans here and there have him removing your clothes one by one under the guise of wanting to “help”. In the end he just ends up fucking you just how u like it to take the stress away :) -🧚‍♀️

oh i have to answer this rn ik i haven't been on here answering asks much but!!! i actually went to massage school and although i didn't finish this is just.... yum..

thinking abt him having a love for deep tissue work bc he loves to see you ball your fists and whine and get all out of breath,, loves the way you sigh in such a relieved way when the pain subsides and all that's left is your body feeling so much more refreshed than before. loves helping his baby feel better,, anyways 😁

he'd start off slow and helpful, trying to set up the massage table as quietly as he can in the middle of your living room, just in case you have a headache. he'd slide the coffee table over near the massage table and he'd set up some oils and some candles, your favorite ones to be exact. he'd worked at his studio this day so everything was left out since he hadn't put it back quite yet. he's naturally a flirt so it's normal for him to grab your arm, trailing his hand down to yours, interlocking your fingers as he brings you over to the massage table, relaxing music playing from the tv. he'd have already asked you to change into something tight as it's always recommended for ease during clothed massages. sometimes he'll straight up ask you to get on his table naked but his intentions are truly pure at first with this one. you always look so good in your sports bra and leggings.

he'd start by warming up your body, gently loosening you up. his hands would move skillfully amongst your body. he'd quietly remind you to breathe, even guiding your breaths with his own when he hears that you're still a little tense from your day. his hands easily locate your areas of tension, swiftly getting rid of them. he'd start off on your back, the whimpers that fall from you going straight to his cock. he can't help it!! the curve of your ass looks so good in his favorite leggings and your little whines don't help much either :(

when he has you flip over you can't help but take notice of his bulge in his sweats, but you don't initiate anything. his hands would continue over your body, adding more oil into his hands so he can slick his hands over your arms and chest, his fingertips slightly dipping into your bra. you'd moan on purpose when he does this, knowing he won't be able to resist for long. he'd have you pull the band of your leggings down below your belly button as well, hands dipping into your waistband once again. he's losing it a bit this time, his hand hesitating to go further into your pants. he'd mutter to you about how you should remove your pants so he can put oil on your legs and really help you feel relaxed and ofc you agree!! but with your pants gone it's not long before he's rubbing you over your panties, one hand squeezing your breasts. he loves when you're laid out for him, you're like his own little anatomy chart.

he'd play with your pussy, the oil on his hands providing some slick for him to easily glide all over you. he'd move down your legs, continuing to massage you more in between. i could soo see him standing at the head of the table, fucking into your throat while he plays with your clit 😵‍💫😵‍💫. but just fucking your throat won't do,, he'd wanna fuck you on the table, moving down to the floor later on, getting onto the couch after that even!! he'll go as much as you want, as long as he can relieve your stress 😵‍💫

[ganondoodle]

so with echoes of wisdom .. i havent watched any of the trailers beyond the very first one and the thumbnails/screenshots and what others have said about it-

but with the world inside the rift being called "Welt des Nichts" aka "world of nothing/void" in german ('still' in english, for some reason) and demises title in french being "avatar of nothing" ... yeah my anxiety is shooting through the roof again

(hopefully you can be a little more forgiving for me being anxious/weird about it bc demise is my blorbo)

i had similar worries with totk, that werent proven true thankfully, but the darn book is making it all worse again with all those weird lore things the game doesnt even so much as hint at AND potential retcons- im in for a really rough time huh, not just stress in real life (more in tags.. its alot) but now about my specific hyperfixation from two things even (AND artblock still..)

weird as it may sound, i dont want demise to get more lore, partly bc i dont believe theyd do anything with him that i would like (given their track record) but much more importantly- the fact that he has this little lore about him is precisely one of the reasons why i fell in love with him, i tend to like characters that are neglected by the narrative, and his story being both so flat and already done meant i can be very creative with what i come up with for him without necessarily contradicting anything in canon (which is ... or was a big point of how i wrote destiny's story and lore, working with canon in a way that reframes it all without straight up ignoring it ... but i suppose i urgently need to let go of that and accept i spend alot of time working things that will go to waste :( ) AND not having to worry that there will be more stuff with him that would massively change not only what im writing but also potentially how i feel about him since the game he was briefly in was the oldest chronologically and ended with his death- i didnt expect them to mess with anything that far back and thought theyd just go forward and leave the timeline behind and wouldnt mess with it again, given how botw seemed to be a sort of 'fresh start' that seemingly regarded the past as the past that needs to rest and that the timeline was finally no longer a discussion if everythings unified through botw and one thing going forward

but i suppose i was very wrong with that .__.

right now the only thing that motivates me still is the left over determination and spite to work on my zelda comic, since i have never gotten this far and really want to get something done for once, but i cant lie that im feeling like i should pause all work on it too to wait and see waht the book and the new game will do .. either to determine if i still have the will to keep working on it after those things are out (my love for tloz has been taking alot of hits lately ..) or if i have to change stuff (mostly bc of my lore problem trying to not ignore it ..)

[faceglitchsworld]

Keonhee and...pillow Keonhee?

[lady-hibiscus]

roasting the top 10 most streamed spotify artists and also your taste

taylor swift: stop calling her by her first name, october is not the best month, and if i hear cruel summer one more time it'll be a cruel winter as i bury your remains into the slowly rising snow

drake: "separate art from artist" bro separate your lil sister from him. drake fans really be not like us

bad bunny: who?

the weeknd: if you sing "ooh i'm blinded-" one more time you sure will be

ed sheeran: liar, there are no default factory settings mfs (non-lgbtq) on this app. you're dancing in the dark because it's three am and you're imagining female y/n reader x dark prince mafia boss in the forest

ariana grande: stop trying to hit her high notes omfg you are not her. (no) thank you next, we can't be friends

eminem: aww look at little controversial edgy boy. who's a good little edgy boy you yes you. who likes listening to a straight white guy insult your minority twelve times a song at 13 words per second. yes you good lil edgy boy

justin bieber: i need you to stay... the fuck away from me

post malone: needless to say if you play sunflower next to me you better start praying because it'll be the last time your god will hear you.

kanye west: single-handedly killing the "you can't be racist against your own race" argument

none of them: oh you think you're so special now you little queer? "ew haha... so basic none of them" ok will wood (tapeworms optional) listener. yeah you read that right. tally hall. miracle musical. jackstuber. fucking mitski and laufey and you call them basic. vocaloid ahh listener. hazbin hotel soundtrack, hamilton soundtrack, omori soundtrack ahh. you call them basic and listen to billie eilish and girl in red. don't think i forgot you penelope scott rats, kpop & jpop stalker fans. why not include the entire odetari 6arelyhuman asteria etc gang too. "um i never listened to any of those" wow okay marina, tv girl + weezer. BO BURNHAM is crazy. i cannot even associate with people who listen to artic monkeys, toby fox or melanie martinez. and don't forget mcr, green day n evanescence for people whose favorite color is black like thEiR sOuLs. actually get out if you have melanie martinez, tyler the creator, and crane wives or leanna firestone on your playlists. imagine. actually imagine.

[cositapreciosa]

can you maybe write for kitty where he meets a girl thats similar to him personality wise?? and he falls in love w her immediately and stuff

Head first

Arturo '' Kitty '' Paez x female!reader (strong language, toxic relationship (not with kitty) mentions of cheating (not kitty/not you), spanish female pet names, you’re wearing heels/a dress, the usual for the show), 3215 words

a/n : @hausofmamadas once again saving the day with the Kitty gifs, amen 🙏🏻+ thank u my Kitty ride or die for pulling this one out of me @narcolini <33

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

‘’ You’re a fucking bitch, is what you are! ‘’

Between the loud music from inside and the half-open backyard door, Kitty is surprised when your voice reaches his ears. He can see you on the other side of the pool, been watching you like a hawk for a while now, sunglasses down his nose as you push around that boyfriend of yours. Palms on his chest, lips curling with every word that comes out of your mouth. Diego has always been too weak for someone like you, he has no spine, no guts. He didn’t like him. Arturo had decided that a while back, when you first started to bring him around at the house parties, at Roxanne’s.

Arturo doesn’t know you that well. He knows what Ramón tells him, when he finally gets tired of hearing him beg and whine about it, that is how he knows you would ‘eat him up and chew him out’ if he dared approach. Maybe that is why he never did. A friend of a friend, of a friend. He had always listened to Ramón and stayed back, simply because having to work hard for it is something he never liked doing. You could have anyone wrapped around your finger, as long as they were up to your standards. It is a shame, really, that he never made a move. Especially when he can see the fire in your eyes and how it matches his perfectly. Especially when he knows what kind of pendejo actually made it past your walls when he couldn’t.

You are screaming again, hands frantically pushing strands of hair behind your ears. He knows that he shouldn’t be spying on you like this, pretending to go out to light up his joint when he knows doing it inside is allowed. His hand wraps around the handle to push the rest of the door open, taking in the fresh air from the night. The music from inside is still loud even with the door closed, not one of you turning to acknowledge him.

The water reflects light on your legs, on that sparkly dress you are wearing tonight. Short, flamboyant, stunning. Arturo lights his smoke, watching your boyfriend screaming back this time, his finger pointing and piercing the skin of your chest with each word. He can see the disbelief on your face from here, the audacity of the man.

‘’ If it was such a problem, maybe you should have taken your cojones, Diego, and told me yourself, instead of going around and fucking about! ‘’

‘’ Fucking about? You’re the one walking around looking like a whore. ‘’

This one stings, deep in his bone, piercing his chest. All the way over here, he feels angry for you, cheeks hot and red burning his face. You don’t answer back after this, stunned or embarrassed, he can’t tell. He does see how flushed your chest is, how your jaw sets, tense with unspoken words. This is it. The last straw. He won’t allow Diego to insult you any further.

He calls out your name as he walks closer to the side of the pool, it’s more like a statement than a question, a greeting. I’m here, you’re good.

‘’ You’re all good here, mami? ‘’

He knows you heard him, even though you don’t turn to acknowledge him. He is surprised that your boyfriend does, scoffing as he looks him up and down. He is audacious, Arturo has to give him that. Does he think he’s safe in this house? Doesn’t he know who your friends are, who’s been paying for his drinks since he got here? Diego’s finger is pointing at him now, laugh dry and mocking. As if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

‘’ Him? ‘’ he says, ‘’ Him? ‘’

Arturo knows what he is implying, as if Diego wasn’t the one that was in the wrong, the one that had been fucking half the town behind your back. They had their suspicions in the beginning when you had started to run out of reasons for him not showing up to gatherings and birthdays. He knew he was right when Ramón told him you had given them five dollars for gas money and a few dozen eggs to throw at Diego’s apartment. He couldn’t believe it when he saw you with him the following week, acting as if nothing had happened.

Arturo’s attention turns back to you when you don’t answer, don’t bite into it like he thought you would. He can take a better look at you now that he is closer, inches away from the ledge. He sees the tears dancing on your lash line, your nails digging inside your palms, and he decides he hates it. He hates him. It must be horrible really, giving so much to someone so pathetic, having your words twisted back against you.

He tries to ignore how much Diego’s finger pointed at him bothers him. It is like a stab in the chest, a provocation, like he is making it personal. In a way, it is, he made sure of it the second he decided to belittle you like this in front of him. The thoughts of gripping his hand in his, crushing his joints- He blinks once, twice to shake the images out, and then he says your name again, an invitation now. Let’s leave this. Leave him.

‘’ You should leave. ‘’

Both sets of eyes turn to you as you speak up. Finally, he thinks. You are not asking, you are demanding, telling Diego his time here is over. Diego’s eyes twitch between you and Arturo’s side of the pool, he has to know he will lose if he tries to fight him. From the look of it, he is most likely smaller than him, unarmed. Arturo knows he only hangs out with them for the coke, maybe the small possibility of being one of them too, and then having you back in his bed after the parties. It breaks his heart to know you didn’t catch on to his bullshit before tonight. It is hot in his chest, a deep burn he can’t shake off, maybe it is jealousy.

Diego turns to you, as if your words meant nothing, like you didn’t just ask him to leave. His hand wrapping around your forearm as if you would follow him. The pool is the only thing keeping Arturo from jumping in between you two and sliding his hands around his throat.

‘’ Come on, let’s do this somewhere else. ‘’

‘’ Don’t touch me, Diego- ‘’

He can’t stand it, having to watch this asshole pretend he is still the one in control. Your upper arm is white from Diego’s grip and he can’t help how fast his hand goes to his back, feeling the gun tucked in his waistband with his fingertips. A reassurance that he could end this, here, right now. He will shoot him, he doesn’t care, five times if needed, as many times it would take for this idiot not to have a face anymore.

‘’ Are we gonna have a problem here? ‘’

He doesn’t stutter. It is a warning, his first and final one, spoken clearly in the open space between them.

‘’ Shut the fuck up, pendejo, can’t you read a room?! ‘’

‘’ Kitty… ‘’

You finally catch his eyes across the pool. Your voice is a warning, almost scolding him like a child, telling him to let you handle it, that you can take care of this. Can you? Should you? He notices the sparkles on your eyelids, the same color as your dress, the dried tears on your cheeks. He can’t be stopped, he doesn’t want to, he is too invested in this. Pendejo. Arturo doesn’t remember when he started moving, following the tiles around the ledge, opting to close his fists and take care of this naturally instead. If Diego wanted to play the tough guy, he would show him what it looked like.

He is halfway around the pool when you start moving, twisting in your heels. You grab Diego by the hair, using the momentum and his hold on your arm to push him into the pool. He is taken aback for a moment, stopping dead in his tracks, scared Diego’s grip on your arm will bring you into the water with him. But it doesn’t and you are tiptoeing around the edge, hands in the air, unmoving, like you just dropped something you shouldn’t have.

You yelp when the water splashes back on you, the bottom of your dress, your shoes. It shakes you out of it and you step back from the puddle of water at your feet. When Diego surfaces out from the deep, he is heaving, breathing through his nose, paddling around with both arms. A well-deserved swim, if he could say so himself, but Arturo is not even looking at him. He doesn’t matter, you do, and he only has eyes for you. He is not sure what to do now, he is surely not going to jump in the pool to finish this, who knows what chlorine would do to his Ralph Lauren shirt.

‘’ You’re a fucking bitch, Diego. ‘’

You laugh and it is music to his ears, loud, genuine. You are waving your hands around like you can’t believe this, free at last.

‘’ Stay the fuck away from me from now on, or he’ll shoot you. ‘’

You are pointing at him now, passing the eventual dirty work to him. Arturo knows you have never held a gun in your life, how you can barely accept those that are tucked in your friends’ jeans, but he would do it if you asked him, in a heartbeat, no questions needed. You push at the water on your thighs, probably wishing it would take the chemicals and the water out of the fabric. You turn to him, head thrown back, fists closed, like a child.

‘’ Look what he did to my shoes, Arturo. ‘’

You are whining and he is trying to pretend that his name coming out of your mouth didn’t make his knees buckle for a second. Eat him up and chew him out. You turn back to Diego.

‘’ They’re Versace you fucking bitch. ‘’

Your voice quivers on the last word, a small crack in an otherwise strong façade. Arturo’s hand moves from behind his shirt, leaving the comfort of the handle of metal at his back, motioning for you to come over. It is too cold tonight for you to stand outside, legs out for days, and a drenched skirt stuck to your thighs.

‘’ I’ll buy you new ones, mami. Let’s move before the fish comes out of his tank, yeah? ‘’

He is trying to be funny, but he can hear you sniff, see your hand raise from your side to wipe at your nose. He can understand how it’s too much, too fast now, adrenaline coming down, the cold seeping in.

When you turn his way and brush past him, his first instinct is to try and grab you, to be able to drape a warm arm around your shoulders, protect you when Diego couldn’t. It hurts him when you duck from his grasp, continuing your way to the door, but he swallows it and pushes down whatever angry, sad feeling is bubbling up in his throat. He chooses to follow you inside, follow what his guts tell him, and not take any of this personally. Easier said than done, but Arturo decides to focus on the sound of your heels against the tiles instead, to breathe in your perfume when he skips before you so he can open the sliding door for you.

You make a line for the kitchen and he is thankful no one stops you to ask what happened. Arturo follows your step, tall and burning behind you. You are holding back your tears, he can tell. He doesn’t know why he feels like he has to make sure you are alright. Diego might be an ass, but he wouldn’t dare enter the sharks’ enclosure after that. If this was his house, he would turn around and drown the fucker with his own hands. Nothing he hasn’t done before.

‘’ I’m not crying. ‘’

It’s the first thing you tell him when you enter the kitchen with him, your new shadow, still hot on your heel. You are, and it’s okay, he understands, right? You are alone in the room, just you, him, the marble countertop between you as you turn and pace. You are rummaging through shelves, one hand whipping at your cheek while the other chooses a glass.

‘’ It’s not- this isn’t because of him. I’m not crying- ‘’

A sob leaves your throat as you open the refrigerator door. He feels bad now, his heart squeezing at the thought of your makeup sliding down your cheeks. Arturo leans on the door frame and he looks as you pull out juice from the open door, the other hand grabbing a bottle of tequila left on the counter. The amount you pour into your cup makes his eyebrows frown.

‘’ It’s alright. ‘’

‘’ It’s the shoes. I’m not crying. ‘’

The tears on your face do tell him that you are, that it is about Diego. He doesn’t deal with heartbreaks often, he usually never stays around long enough to feel it. He is a grown man, he never cries, he shouldn’t care, but he does feel better when you open the juice jug, pouring enough that he is not too concerned about how it would taste in the end. He speaks up again.

‘’ It’s alright if it’s not just the shoes you know. ‘’

‘’ You would really buy me new ones? ‘’

He raises his eyebrows at that and you are now pushing yourself up on the counter in front of him, crossing your legs, glass in hand. Your eyes are dry and red, but the glitter on your lids is still pressed to the skin, unmoved. He likes it, he decides, the shimmer suits you, it reminds him of the diamonds he has on a watch at home. You are looking at him, waiting for an answer. Like it would fix everything. Your Versace heels, he would buy you new ones if you asked, the same pair if you wished, an even more expensive one if you begged him to.

‘’ Por supuesto, mami. ‘’

I would shoot him too, let’s keep our word. He doesn’t tell you that, but the thought crosses his mind, throbbing inside his ribcage. The things he would do for you. Something changed tonight, inside of him, changed how he looks at you, how he really looks at you. You laugh at this and he is thankful, happy to hear the sound again. He hopes it means he is doing something good, something to make you feel better.

‘’ I’m just messing. They will dry, I was just being dramatic. ‘’

Rightly so, he wants to tell you, that he would have done worst for less, but he doesn’t, he laughs it off with you.

‘’ All good, mami, I go crazy for less. ‘’

You haven’t touched your drink yet, playing with the rim and the ridges on the side. It is a good sign to him, that whatever he is doing is working, heart being fixed, tears kept at bay. He feels awkward, standing there and looking at you, trying to keep his eyes away from tracing the curve of your legs, the idea of your nails wrapped around his neck-

‘’ You like shopping? ‘’

It’s quick, out of his mouth before he even processes it, anything to keep the silence from going on any longer.

‘’ What? ‘’

‘’ Well, I- ‘’ he stuttered, he never does. Tongue rolling in his mouth, words knocking his front teeth on the way out. Of course you like shopping, ranking bills for days, and matching your shoes with your tops, who wouldn’t? Right?

‘’ Well, because I do. ‘’ He feels like the dumbest person in the house. ‘’ I mean- I mostly look, I don’t always buy. It gotta fit with the rest, you know? ‘’

You hum, nodding with the sound. Your lips touch the rim of the glass, bringing silence back to the kitchen, and he feels like he fucked up. He had to open his big mouth and spill out some none sense. Maybe you don’t like shopping. Maybe you think he is taking too much space, that he should leave you alone-

‘’ Let me tell you a secret. ‘’ Your hands are back on your lap, playing with the side of the glass once again. There is a glint in your eyes as you lean towards him, like you are sharing a secret. Lips pursed, you are not whispering, but he feels like you are. A secret for him, only for him.

‘’ Sometimes it doesn’t even match, but I still buy it, I can’t help myself. ‘’

You have glitter on your fingers from when you wiped your tears off and he can’t take his eyes off yours, you are pulling him in and he takes a step closer as you continue.

‘’ I always think I can make it work, but after a while, I send it to my primas, so it’s not really a loss, you know? ‘’

‘’ You’re free Friday? ‘’

You hesitate a moment, barely a second, but it’s enough to make him self-conscious again. ‘’ Why? ‘’

‘’ Let me take you out. ‘’ Let me make this right. Make you forget him. ‘’ We can go en el centro. I don’t think they got Versace there, but they got nice options. ‘’

He shrugs his shoulders, already pretending that he is going to be okay if you reject him. He knows he won’t, that everything, every minute spent with you until today wasn’t a random twist of fate. He can feel it, feel you deep in his bones, there has to be something there. He can’t be wrong, you have to say yes.

Your fingers move in the space between the two of you and, since he is closer now, you can reach and hook a finger around one of his longer chains, moving the golden cross around so it catches the light.

‘’ Is Thursday too early for you? ‘’

He is flushed when you look back up at him, too stunned to speak, too hot and too cold at the same time. He has asked people out before, multiple times even, but right now, with you, he can’t get a grip, he can’t get himself to breathe and not be putty in your hands.

‘’ Not at all. ‘’ Is all he finds to say when he is brought back down to earth. Arturo can’t stop the smile that pulls at his lips, he can taste your perfume on his tongue. ‘’ Even better, mami. ‘’

[hearts401]

everyone and their mother has a wereanimal au for them but william. do i have to do EVERYTHING myself

[skunkes]

one of my favorite genres of sticker has always been like. Fullbody of a Random Cute Girl and i wish i could do that or do that but with Furs but im bad at creating one offs and using ocs seems less "its a cute, general (furry) sticker" (which is the goal) and more "this is specifically Cheye Skunkes/Skunkeys Merch for Fans of Him" which is not the goal and feels quite strange and embarrassing to do even if i wouldnt advertise it as such...

[randomnessisamust]

The size of this marshmallow

[iwakuraz]

I wonder if schools outside of the uk use the term 'skiving class' instead of 'skipping class'. a while back I had a reputation for not going to certain classes and people would always tell me off and make fun of me for 'skiving'. and then they'd call me weird for using the term 'skipping' instead of 'skiving'

[imagines-1directioner]

Después de la Playa - with Liam Payne

Situação: crush!amante!Liam Payne x Leitora

Sinopse: imagine baseado na música ‘Déspues de la Playa - Bad Bunny’

Contagem de palavras: 2532

N/A: sou doidinha por um reaggaeton, então resolvi explorar uma das minhas favoritas desse gênero e trazer versão contada pra vocês. espero que gostem e me digam o que acharam. a ask significa muito 🧡

Sarasota. Uma cidade consideravelmente pequena comprada as milhares existentes nos Estados Unidos, mas ainda sim muito animada e agitada comparada a quantidade de habitantes por quilômetro quadrado. Localizada no sudeste da Flórida, Sarasota era famosa pela praia, sua maior atração tanto para turistas quanto para nativos. O jeito despojado e cativante dos cidadãos trazia algo diferente para o local, e na época de temporada a praia se tornava o ponto de encontro de todos.

- Hoje eu vou beber todas! - Liam, um nativo da ilha, acompanhado de seu grupo de amigos disse assim que chegaram ao luau tropical na praia organizado pela prefeitura. O lugar estava completamente cheio e não eram nem dez da noite. Músicas contagiantes comandadas por um DJ saiam das enormes caixas de som acopladas nas estruturas metálicas presas na areia. As tochas de bambu distribuídas pela praia iluminavam o local, além da iluminação da orla, um pouco mais afastada de onde a festa rolava. Venda de comidas e bebidas era por conta de terceiros, mas ainda sim os donos dos respectivos produtos entraram no clima e fizeram comidas e bebidas típicas da região, e também decoraram suas barracas com adereços coloridos, chamativos, alguns com luzes, outros com decorações caseiras feitas com papel crepom de diferentes cores. Realmente era uma festa de respeito.

- Cara, tem muita gata por aqui! - Zack, um dos amigo de Liam comentou. E apesar de ser verdade, Payne não estava preocupado com as outras, e sim com uma em específico, a qual avistou comprando um sanduíche em uma das barraquinhas.

- Que ninguém me ligue hoje. - comentou despreocupado, tendo um objetivo em mente: conseguir aquela garota para ele.

A garota em si era S/N, também habitante de Sarasota, uma menina que Liam conhecia desde criança, visto que estudaram juntos por quase dez anos. Desde essa época o rapaz sentia-se atraído por ela, e ela por ele. Nunca foi um segredo o sentimento preso no coração. O problema era diferenciar de um sentimento além da carne. Na adolescência ambos flertavam nas festas mas nunca passaram disso, já que logo com dezesseis S/N começou a namorar Chris, capitão do time de basquete e inimigo de Liam desde a infância.

Christopher e Liam eram vizinhos. Tinham tudo para se dar bem e serem melhores amigos. Contudo a situação tomou outro rumo quando Payne, ainda novinho, foi participar do teste para entrar no time de basquete do colégio e Chris machucou o garoto de propósito, entrando em seu lugar. Desde então os dois não se suportam e evitam contato porque tudo vira motivo para briga. E briga feia.

- Eu não acredito que esse idiota está aqui. - Christopher bufou irritado quando viu o inimigo pegando uma bebida alguns metros de onde estava.

- Ele mora aqui, Chris. - S/N comentou entre risadas antes de levar o canudo a boca a fim de se refrescar com a pinã colada.

- Por que você defende esse cara? Ainda não entendeu que eu não gosto dele?

- Em que momento eu defendi ele? - arqueou as sobrancelhas.

- Você sempre faz isso. - o rapaz preto revirou os olhos e balançou a cabeça negativamente, movimentando as tranças curtas recém feitas e que particularmente a namorada adorava como combinava com ele.

- Quando você parar de ser um babaca você me procura. - embora ela quisesse evitar qualquer discussão com Chris, as quais estavam sendo constates, S/N saiu de perto do namorado e foi ao encontro das amigas, completamente despreocupada e em paz por não iniciar uma briga em uma ambiente alegre. Ela amava o namorado, mas o temperamento difícil dele sempre foi um problema. Um grande problema que em certas ocasiões ela perdia o juízo. E eram nessas condições que ela desejava Liam.!

Semanas atrás…

Era dia de semana, quarta-feira para ser mais exato. S/N tirou um dia de folga no trabalho e resolveu pegar uma praia após o almoço com o intuito de relaxar.

O lugar estava praticamente vazio, afinal era duas da tarde de uma quarta-feira. O sol era forte e o dia muito quente. Um pouco longe, sob as ondas, S/N visualizou um surfista, aparentemente sozinho. Ela sentou-se na canga laranja esticada sobre a areia e deixou que a brisa refrescasse-a, tendo seus olhos fixos no rapaz sob o mar.

Após quinze minutos o atleta sentiu necessidade de sair e respirar um pouco para depois treinar novamente. E quando ele foi se aproximando da beira, a garota logo identificou quem era, assim como ele soube quem era a mulher que o observava de longe.

- Uma sereia na areia em plena quarta-feira?

- Oi, Liam.. - ela sorriu tímida. - Está de folga também?

- Folga? - ele riu zombando de si mesmo. - Eu fui despedido anteontem.

- Não acredito.. sinto muito.

- Não sinta. Eu odiava aquele emprego. - retrucou sincero. - Usar terno e gravata e ficar horas na frente do computador não é minha praia.

- A sua praia é a praia. - S/N riu e Liam acompanhou concordando. - E os olheiros que vieram mês passado? Alguma notícia?

- Até agora nada. - respondeu um pouco desanimado e nervoso de certa forma. Ser reconhecido pelo surf era seu sonho. - Já era tempo de terem ligado ou mandando uma mensagem.

- Eles vão ligar, relaxa. - com a intenção de transferir segurança S/N acariciou o ombro do rapaz sentado ao seu lado e o moreno sorriu de leve, gostando da demonstração de carinho.

- E você? Como estão as coisas? Não te vi mais depois da festa da Maya.

- O trabalho e a faculdade estavam tomando todo o meu tempo. Mas felizmente consegui um dia de folga e estou de férias da faculdade, então estou dando uma desacelerada. - Liam assentiu.

- Está livre por hoje então?

- Estou livre por hoje. - confirmou com uma risadinha.

- Aceita minha companhia?

- Com prazer. - o surfista sorriu e logo em seguida engataram em um longa e divertida conversa, a qual foi acompanhada por algumas cervejas geladas que Liam pedia ao amigo que trabalhava no quiosque à beira-mar. Depois de várias garrafas e um papo sobre surf, o moreno convenceu a garota a pegar uma onda com ele.

- O segredo é o equilíbrio.

- Eu bebi sei lá quantas cervejas, Liam. - ela riu segurando na prancha. - E você vem me falar de equilíbrio?

- Relaxa, se você cair eu te seguro. - o sorriso dele havia segundas intenções e S/N percebeu instantaneamente, retribuindo a ação.

- Como eu vou subir nisso?

- Se apoia em mim que te ajudo. - ela pegou impulso e ele segurou a cintura dela para que pudesse subir.

- OK, isso balança muito.

- O mar está mais agitado do que eu imaginei. - Liam riu fraco olhando para o horizonte.

- Isso quer dizer que eu vou cair?

- Não, tá tudo sob controle. - as duas mãos dela seguravam firme nas bordas da prancha e ela estava de joelhos, bastante receosa e com medo de cair. - Consegue se levantar?

- Acho que minhas pernas travaram. - riu nervosa, sentindo os músculos contraídos.

- Vamos lá, sei que consegue. - após o encorajamento S/N respirou fundo e tentou-se levantar mas não conseguiu mexer um único músculo.

- Que merda!

- Está quase lá, mais um pouquinho de coragem. - novamente ela inspirou profundamente fechando os olhos dessa vez e tentou de novo, conseguindo manter os pés firmes na prancha. - Muito bem! Agora abaixe um pouco as pernas para não desequilibrar. - ela obedeceu. - Ótimo! Está vindo uma onda pequena. Fique tranquila e tente não se movimentar.

- Não solte da prancha, por favor!

- Tá tudo certo. Lá vem ela! - o coração da garota estava aceleradíssimo e ela pensou que desmaiaria a qualquer instante. Contudo a sensação passou quando “surfou” sobre a onda por meros segundos, antes de cair nos braços de Payne. - Se machucou?

- Não, estou bem. - eles riram. Liam tinha os olhos presos nos de S/N, e ainda a segurava firme, com os corpos parcialmente colados. Era inegável a química no ar e a vontade de resolverem a situação com um beijo intenso.

- Você é muito linda.. - disse ao colocar uma mecha do cabelo úmido atrás da orelha a fim de admirá-la melhor.

- Então me beija.. - por um momento Liam travou, soltou um sorriso e desviou o olhar. Por mais que ele quisesse beijá-la, sabia que S/N estava bêbada e não faria nada do gênero com ela assim.

- Você tem namorado.

- E daí, eu não ligo. Quero sua boca na minha. - ela agarrou-se a ele e arranhou levemente as costas. Aproveitando que ficou pertíssimo do rosto do homem ela depositou beijos molhados e mordidas na lateral do pescoço dele. Liam não era de ferro. Seu membro estava completamente duro e como reflexo apertou vagarosamente a bunda de S/N que gemeu abafado fechando os olhos.

- Er.. está ficando tarde.. melhor irmos embora. - depois da situação impactante os dois saíram do mar, Liam deixou a garota em casa e não se viram mais. No entanto a cena não saía da cabeça de Payne, assim como a sensação que ele experimentou com a crush suprema.

Havia se passado duas horas desde o início da festa, tempo suficiente para que boa parte daqueles que estavam bebendo ficassem um pouco alterados e inteiramente felizes. Todo mundo bêbado, dançando na praia, sentindo o calor emanando dos corpos em movimento do Reggaeton. Entre os diversos movimentos estavam os corpos soltos de Liam e S/N, um pouco distantes um do outro mas trocando olhares sedutores a todo instante.

Com o álcool no organismo e aproveitando que ela se divertia sozinha, o rapaz resolveu se aproximar e tirar algumas lasquinhas da garota. Ele caminhou até ela no embalo da música, remexendo a cintura e o tronco, e quando chegou atrás dela fez questão de acompanhar os movimentos da garota para que ela percebesse que ele estava ali.

- O que acha que está fazendo? - ela perguntou rindo quando virou-se para ele, ainda dançando.

- Você está me olhando a um tempão.. achei melhor cair pra dentro. - devagar e sem dar bandeira ele passou as pontos dos dedos sobre a parte traseira da coxa direita dela, que estava desnuda visto que vestia uma saia curta de crochê.

- Não se atreva. - comentou entre risadas mas gostando da provocação.

- Você fala que não me atrevo, mas se soubesse como ando pegando fogo saberia que não estou brincando.

- Vejo pelos seus olhos que não está brincando. - o olhar dela era intenso e matador uma vez que aquele delineado escuro e fino trazia o aspecto alongador e profundo.

- Faço de suas palavras as minhas. - S/N riu.

- É divertido jogar com você.

- Me fala qual é seu jogo que eu entro nele.

- Nós já estamos jogando, gato. Ou ainda não percebeu?

- E quando é que alguém vai ganhar? - falou ao pé do ouvido quando envolveu a cintura dela com o braço esquerdo, monstrando a famosa pegada do surfista mais desejado da ilha. Por um segundo a garota perdeu a postura. - Não vamos deixar isso pra depois, não.

- Preciso que seja mais direto, Payne..

- Quero saber se a senhorita quer a mesma coisa que eu.

- E o que você quer?

- Você. - falou sem pestanejar, colado a orelha dela e dando ao luxo de mordiscar o nódulo. - Me diz para onde vamos depois da praia.. - permaneceu dizendo colado ao ouvido dela, deixando-a arrepiada a cada frase. - Podemos nos molhar de novo como quando nos vimos dias atrás, mas dessa vez na minha cama.. - sugeriu sem disfarçar o tesão. - Quero meter a minha prancha em você, babe.

- Uau.. que pedido irresistível. - a forma como a voz saiu mole e o corpo instantaneamente sentiu-se mais quente que o normal entregou a vontade dela.

- Então vamos.. você está linda, gostosa e acho que está merecendo depois do que rolou entre a gente da última vez. E é na beira do mar que eu quero te pegar. - Liam ameaçou agarrar S/N ali mesmo mas ela o impediu, empurrando o peitoral levemente para trás sem que as pessoas notassem o que acontecia por ali.

- Para.. tem muita gente aqui..

- Não se preocupe, a minha casa está vazia. E você está toda molhada, pronta pra eu surfar gostoso em você. - ela mordeu o lábio olhando diretamente para a boca de Payne, contendo um sorriso safado.

- Eu quero sentir sua prancha deliciosa em mim..

- Quer mesmo? Não é o álcool falando?

- Não tomei nem dois copos hoje.

- Ótimo, porque da outra vez na praia você ficou bêbada e pediu pra eu te beijar.

- O quê? - S/N realmente não se lembrava.

- Pois é. - ele riu. - Mas e aí? Vem comigo?

- Mais tarde. Meu namorado ainda está aqui. - Liam revirou os olhos.

- Ele se acha o Romeu, não é? Mas eu vejo como ele te trata. Nada romântico e muito menos carinhoso. Garanto que na cama sou muito melhor que ele.

- Do que você está falando, seu idiota? - a voz grossa atrás de Liam foi identificado tanto por ele quanto por ela, visto que a frase foi dita no exato instante em que a música anterior acabou e o DJ colocava a próxima. E durante os três segundos de silêncio o corpo quente de S/N gelou-se.

- É isso mesmo que você ouviu. Você é um merda e não merece a S/N. - imediatamente Payne virou e ficou frente a frente com Christopher.

- Ficou maluco? Quem é você pra me falar esse tipo de coisa?

- Alguém muito melhor que você, como acabou de ouvir. - Liam bateu no peito, ação suficiente para ferver o sangue do negro a sua frente.

- É melhor você sair daqui agora antes que eu te quebre na porrada, imbecil. - a real intenção de Liam era bater no inimigo, porém ele sabia que se fizesse isso ia parar na delegacia e estragaria a vibe de todos, podendo inclusive perder S/N pra sempre. Sendo assim levantando os braços levemente para cima como sinal de rendição e andando devagar para trás, mantendo a feição cínica, Liam se afastou da possível briga que poderia acontecer e quando estava longe o suficiente para ser alvo de Christopher soltou o que queria ter dito bem de perto.

- Só pra você ficar esperto, eu saí com a tua mulher!

- Você o quê? - a cara de espanto de Chris e a voz alterada fez Liam rir.

- Deus já me perdoou, agora só falta você.

- Ele perdeu completamente o juízo. Eu vou te matar, Payne!

- OK, Liam, hoje você passou dos limites. - Jack disse entre risadas ao se aproximar do amigo, perto da beira-mar juntos com os outros três que faziam parte do grupo.

- Não disse nada demais.

- Você saiu com a mulher do cara, irmão.

- O que eu posso fazer se ele não cuida direito da princesa que ele tem?

- Você não presta. - Ethan disse negando com a cabeça e com risos fracos.

- Eu tô muito bêbado. - o rapaz caiu na gargalhada.

- Vem, vamos embora.

- Eu preciso da S/A.

- Ela mandou dizer que te encontra na sua casa.

- O quê? - agora foi ele quem fez cara de espanto. - Ela disse isso pra você?

- Com todas as letras. - apesar do amigo estar mentindo, era uma mentira do bem, já que acalmaria Liam e levaria-o para casa em segurança. No entanto ele só engoliu a ideia quando mandou mensagem para a garota e ela respondeu.

Embora ele estivesse sozinho, e sua vontade era ter S/N do lado, despida, podendo sentir o aroma adocicado e leve de sua pele macia e poder ter corpo colado ao dela, Liam sentia-se bem. Ele estava satisfeito por hoje pelo simples motivo de ter tirado risos e sorrisos da garota pela qual ele era fascinado. No fundo, bem no fundo, o moreno sabia que a história dos dois estava sendo traçada de um jeito que seria mais gostoso de viver. E mesmo se não fosse, ele lutaria pela paixão antiga mas que se renovava a cada dia que via a menina na areia da praia.

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