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moviestarmartini · 10 months ago

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where she goes. — brahim díaz x reader.

tranquilita tu siempre te roba el show / una perversa le vo'a dar dembow / si se pone en cuatro i go where she goes.

summary: (based on this request) you slept with brahim full knowing he only did it to get over his ex. when he comes asking for more you decide to ignore him and disappear, full of pride. too bad he knows where to find you.

wc: 2.6k

warnings: yet again basic sentences in spanish (some i translated), nsfw (18+), stubborn mfs, alcohol consumption, prideful mfs, unprotected sex but what's new (not endorsing it!!!!), p in v, fingering, dom!brahim, he's a bit mean here whoops, spanking (nothing too extreme i promise), praise, aftercare, he's a lil shit here.

A/N: i stalled for a second but i'm so happy how this turned out !! thank you reina @thelvsickgirl for the request mwah mwah i hope you like it 🤍

now playing... where she goes by bad bunny

You stared at the messages in disbelief. You knew very well you were just a rebound, and though it was very well the best fuck of your life, you doubted if that was the case for him too. It was just your ego controlling your every thought, embarrassed you were the second option for him to come back to every time he found himself lonely. After not long consideration, you decided to listen to your pride and ignore the messages.

Brahim stared back at the blue gray check marks, noticing how you went online on and off but no typing. There was no true intention to reply, thus meaning you didn’t want to respond, and you wanted him to know that. The same sense of pride invaded the two of you. ‘Fine. If she can ignore me, I can ignore her back. Game on.’ and he ignored you ignoring the messages, chest puffed with toxic dignity.

But it wasn’t easy, not as much as he’d imagined. Each time he closed his eyes to rest, the ghost of your body haunted him, and he yearned to have your tits smothering his face once again as you bounced up and down the length of his cock. When he passed by the living room the carpet was still soaked in a stain remover from the red wine you spilled that night, the same one that had gotten you tipsy and stained your blouse, prompting you to remove it.

And then, as the situation escalated, he replayed it in the same exact way in his mind until he tore himself away from the thought and moved on. Moved on to the thought of what you were up to; if you were seeing someone else, someone that had your voice stuck in the back of your throat like he did.

Even some considerable time later, he just gave into the urges, the need to see your ass bouncing against his pelvis when he ordered you to get on all fours just to ram you from behind. He knew you well enough to know you were going to be at that club that night, so he sat and waited patiently, being a wingman to his own friends as he waited upon your arrival.

And God, it did not disappoint.

You sauntered in as if you walked into your own living room, the act was flawless as you stole gazes and forced them to look at you. But Brahim couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed you were only looking back at him. He watched as you hurriedly excused yourself from your group of friends and trotted over with those stiletto heels, sitting in the empty chair next to him.

“Stalking me now, aren’t we?” You muttered, calling the bartender over. You couldn’t even bother as Brahim raised his hand to catch his attention first.

“Un espresso martini para la señorita; lo agregas a mi cuenta.” ‘A espresso martini for the lady; add it to my tab’ The corner of your lip twitched as he knew exactly what you wanted. That also came true as he placed his hand on your knee, caressing a scar from the time you rolled down a hill when you were six.

“When are you giving me another chance, huh?” He inched closer, searching for your eyes. “I came all this way…” He thanked the bartender with a nod, giving you enough space to sip on your drink. “I surrender, okay?”

You laughed, not even knowing what type of war you found yourselves in. “Surrender to what? ¿Qué está pasando por esa cabecita tuya, Brahimi?” You hummed disinterestedly, taking a long sip before placing the glass down. But there wasn’t any type of humor in Brahim’s eyes, not even with the nickname. He leaned in closer, nose brushing against yours.

He seemed to straighten up and almost fix his attitude towards you, clearing his throat and brushing his hair back. “Can we… talk somewhere more private? My car, maybe?” He offered, eyes full of regret.

You convinced yourself for the past month or so you weren’t going to give in so easily. You knew it was just sex, all his compliments and excuses were the pathway straight into his bed, or his couch, or the kitchen counter. But there you were, gulping down the last of your drink before getting dragged out of there, hurriedly texting your friends.

You sat in his car, the air thick as the engine roared awake. “What was it that you wanted to talk about?” You turned to him, still playing hard to get. The act dissolved the second he crashed his lips in yours furiously. “Ay princesa…” He sighed against your lips, his hands messing up your hair. “I want to feel that pussy again.”

The nod you gave him was enough for the man next to you behind the wheel to break almost seven traffic laws on his way back to the apartment, and you squirmed on your seat, extremely turned on.

The walk to the elevator was fuzzy, but as soon as you got inside, he almost slammed you against the wall with the rough push, subsequently having his lips take yours. It was sloppy, his lips and surrounding areas tinting in your lipstick, hands exploring under your dress to the point you wondered if he’d gotten you naked entirely.

He was hungry, insatiable almost. When you reached his floor, the door wasn’t even closed, and you believed he knew how tightly you were wrapped around his finger. You stumbled inside to reach his living room couch, the same place where it all began a few weeks ago.

You sat in his lap, legs to either side of his body. His hands forced you to arch your back, clothes chests against each other. “Take off that dress. Keep the heels,” He ordered, pulling your hands away and letting you stand. He wanted a show, and you gave him just that. Your eyes didn’t leave his as you unzipped the little black item, letting it slowly slip down your body and pool at your feet. You brushed your hair to the side, giving him those eyes that chanted ‘slut me out!’ over and over again.

“Who’s been seeing you in those?” He pointed with his nose to the lacy items that dressed your body under the regular items. He parted his legs, his growing boner becoming more evident.

“You know I wear these to feel pretty.” You replied with equal sass, and he tutted, leaning back. “What?” He saw right through you, and that was only part of it, not the entirety. With no other reply he patted his lap, inviting you to sit in it again.

You knew better than to disagree, and as soon as you placed your legs on either side of his body, he captured your lips in his. The kiss was frenzied, he grabbed the plush of your ass and kneaded it. The groping made you grind on his lap, the excuse of a piece of fabric rubbing against his clothed boner.

Brahim broke the kiss, leaving you wanting more. But he kept you away, holding you tenderly by your jaw, but still squishing your cheeks a little. “Don’t lie to me, mamita,” He cooed, voice dripping with sweetness before a smack filled the air, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Who’s been seeing you in that lingerie?”

“No one, I swear!” You whined, writhing under another spank to your ass. “I kept wearing it in case I ran into you. I never got the courage to get on with someone else.” You heard a small laugh come from him, and sweet pecks soon placed at your chest.

“Was that so hard to admit?” Brahim brushed your hair back with the palm of his hand, almost petting you. “Too bad you were just a lil’ too stubborn to text me back, eh amor?” His nose brushed against your neck, now depositing the sweetest kisses down its length. His hands played with the clasp of your bra, and it brought small giggles to your slips that mixed in with the moans.

But the giggles didn’t last long as his hands cupped your breasts, massaging and squeezing them. “Fuck, I missed these,” He groaned, his lips applying sucktion on your shoulder. Surprised, your hands brushed the short strands in the back of his neck before tangling into the longer ones at the top.

“Eres mía, ¿oíste?” Once his hands left your breasts, his fingers brushed against the newly formed mark. You nodded, breath hitching when his fingertips descended down your torso, hand stuffing inside your panties. He hummed in satisfaction at your wetness, grazing lightly at your clit. His eyes dissected the way you could barely stay straight, sinking further into his clothed thighs. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

But the way he stared at you also meant he wanted a vocal answer, and with a trembling voice you reassured him, “So good, I swear,” His movements were painfully slow, until he moved his hand further down to tease your entrance. You nodded in consent, feeling two digits push inside. But there he was again moving slowly, taking his sweet time.

“I’m sorry, is that not enough?” It was as if he was making fun of your moans turning into whining between low chuckles. “Ride them. C’mon.” The situation itself already seemed bizarre, how you ran into him when you most wished you did, only for him to have you completely under his control. You didn’t question him, taking the free pass and allowing yourself to get off, hips rolling on the digits he pumped inside you. You threw your head back, moving upwards and back down again continuously, your slick soon gathering in his palm.

The moment he curled his fingers to hook against that ragged spot, heat rose up your body, stomach tickling. Your movements became frantic, eyes glassy as you began to crave that release… only for him to remove his hand from under you, leaving you speechless. He licked his fingers clean with such care, big puppy eyes looking up at you.

“Cum on my cock, please,” He guided your hand to squeeze the clothed bulge, shivering under your touch. You didn’t waste any time undoing the item, and he helped you out by sliding it— along with his underwear— to rest at his lower thighs. You licked your lips, watching the pink tip leak pre-cum, but decided on kissing him first, hand undoing the buttons of his black shirt.

But there wasn’t any time to fully remove the item as he rubbed his hard cock against your entrance, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Vamos, princesa.” He encouraged you to sink down the length, his other hand caressing your side. You looked up

at him, only to find his pair of eyes looking back fueled with passion.

That was enough motivation to check he was correctly lined up before sinking down. A groan in unison burst through the four walls, the grip of hands settling on your sides tightening. You hid your face in his neck, getting used to the stretch. Your bare chest against his own, and for a second you swore you could feel his heartbeat.

It didn’t take long for you to start bouncing up and down his length, wanting to finish off the job. You were going to grant his wish, the fluids already rolling down to soak the couch a little. He groaned, feeling that peculiar pulsing of your walls, his hands maintaining a hard grip on your waist.

“Don’t give up on me now, you’ve been doing so great.” Brahim praised, noticing how the build up had thrown off your rhythm. “Let me help.” He urged, positioning your bodies before he thrusted upwards. It was fast and fierce, your moans hitting a higher decibel as he tipped you off towards your orgasm.

But he didn’t stop, he barely slowed down to give you time to recover before going back to that relentless pace, your head dropping and resting against his shoulder blade. “Mírame” He demanded, his hungry eyes meeting your infatuated ones before he pulled you into a kiss, stopping his thrusts while fully inside you.

A sloppy makeout, tongues tangled, teeth clashing lightly every once in a while. His cock filled every crevice, his hands explored every inch while you finally removed the button up fully. Without even giving you a warning he switched, and you were under him. “La más bella de todo Madrid, eh my love?” He cooed, hands running down your sides as he took every inch displayed in front of him.

You couldn’t help but blush, scoffing a little. “Ponte en cuatro,” He asked so nicely you couldn’t decline, hearing how he took off his bottoms, giving you space to get on your hands and knees. Then you could feel him behind you again, giving your ass a light smack before he leaned down to kiss one of your buttcheeks.

A loud crack followed, and you gasped, looking back at him. “¿Enserio Brahim? This is the second pair! You can’t break things you didn’t pay for.” He tore the lacy thong to shreds easily, ripping it off your body. He only smiled sweetly, blowing you a kiss accompanied by a wink before he was back inside you, thrusting as if his life depended on it. The loud moans and groans— almost pornographic— filled the space once more. Your back arched as your arms gave out, the second release hitting you like a train.

Brahim couldn’t help but admire your figure as he hit it from the back, a small smile sneaking in from behind his parted lips. He leaned down and circled his arm around your hip to press two fingers on your perked clit, already stimulated enough. Your thighs shook, breath getting stuck in your throat. He had never been a selfish lover, and you knew he wanted you to cum again at the same time he filled you up to the brim.

“Fuck— fuck, that’s it, one more baby,” He praised as you came undone under him, your legs giving you. He pounded you into the cushions, kissing the back of your shoulder blades. The squeeze your pussy gave him was more than enough to tip him over the edge, glorified chants of your name overshadowed your whimpers.

In no time he had you cradled in his arms, holding you close against his chest. “Stay the night with me, please,” He nuzzled into your cheek, and you agreed between half lidded eyes.

You still left the following morning before he could wake up, knowing this was something still casual. He was still trying to get over his ex, and you were the closest person he could do that with; your convictions haven’t changed, even when he spent all night spooning you with his face buried in your neck.

“You’ve got something waiting on your desk,” One of your coworkers announced as you clocked in on Monday, the others giggling. Curious, you walked slowly to your space to find a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a black box with a pink satin bow.

You smiled at your coworkers innocently, sitting down to check what was inside the box. Your ears burned as your eyes fell upon the brand new lacy underwear. You closed the box without making much fuss to not attract any attention, checking the note resting on the outside.

‘ picked them myself so i can break them in peace.

see you friday, princesa.

— yours, BD. ‘

#i was going to post this later but i got too excited #𓈒ㅤׂ 𓇼✽ — writing !#brahim diaz #brahim diaz x reader #maybe i should start a bad bunny song fic series #who knows #football x you #football x y/n #football x reader #football smut #football fic

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murderofravens · 1 year ago

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I imagine along with Yuji being an ass guy, he'd be an anal lover as well. He's so strong he can lift you up and put you in any position, having you hang helpless as he takes your tight hole like his personal toy. But his personal favorite would have you face down ass up, your weeping moans muffled as he goes absolutely feral watching your ass ripple while he fucked you like an animal in heat, until he final dumps his thick, fat, gooey load into your abused hole. And I you love it because it hurts so fucking good.

nonnie whoever you are i hope you know you're officially my favourite.

#this is so HIM #he TOTALLY WOULD #i feel like he would also use painal as punishment if you rile him up too much #but he's just soooo #NEED HIM SO BAD #yuji itadori x reader #my yuuji <3 #my bunnies <3

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rv3rblog · 1 year ago

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okok i have thoughts guys

hispanic male!reader x gaz

warnings: suggestive content !! 18+ MDNI (i also haven’t danced w a partner in YEARS so dk if this is right)

you’re blasting your reggaeton playlist, minding your business and dancing around the kitchen completely unaware of kyle watching you. he’s entranced, watching the way your body moves to the beat. loves watching you dance, always having his hands on your hips as the two of you dance.

(you cannot convince me this man isn’t a dancer in his free time)

nsfw-ish under the cut

he def whispers into your ear as the two of you dance. slightly seductive as your hips move against him.

“you know what you’re doing don’t you love?”

“such a pretty boy, look at the way you move your hips.”

“think you can move them like this while you ride me love? hm?”

SHAMELESS !!! you cannot tell me that this man is not bold in telling you what to do. like ??? absolutely grinds against you as you move against you, his hands pressing down against your hips.

“love the way you feel around me doll, wanna ride me darlin? could feel your body shudder when i asked you earlier..”

always praising you for dancing against him, calls you his pretty boy. kisses your neck and makes you beg for him.

that’s all 🤗🤗 !!

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cyndrastic · 2 years ago

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PART 1 PART 1

this took forever but here’s the first part of a hopefully much bigger au

please please send asks about it so much time went into my stupid little hyperfixation

(please click and scroll for quality and also better context)

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violetmuses · 3 months ago

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Crest - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Title: Crest - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Paring: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: You meet Armando Aretas for the very first time.

Tag List: @yassbishimvintage @nobodygetsza @peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @deja-r @hyper-trash-panda @amethyst-loves-bucky @planetblaque @sweettea-and-honeybutter @lovedlover @xjjawsomex @readingisahobby @kindofaintrovert @nelo0wesker 🏷

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topnotchquark · 1 year ago

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Uhhhh you guys want some Bezz x Cele fluff? Because I wrote 1800+ words of Bezz x Cele fluff. Yes it's Boarding School au man wtf we live in a society of course I wrote the Boarding school au.

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Bezz pokes at the scab just above his knee. It's freshly formed, he had absorbed impact from Pecco running into him on the field during practice yesterday. His kneepads had mostly protected him but caused the skin to rub off at that particular spot.

Bezz had always had the habit of picking at his wounds, more out of boredom than anything else. When Cele was around, he would simply ask him to stop torturing his own body like a little moth in the hands of a rambunctious toddler, but Cele had been away for three days from school for a family thing. The wedding of some distant cousin combined with some medical check that Cele needed in the city. His dad had come to pick him up and Bezz had walked with him to drop him off and to say hello to Cele's dad.

3 days shouldn't feel like a lot and Bezz had a thousand different things to do, what with the upcoming national level games season and schoolwork dictating his every minute, but he still thought about Cele. He missed sitting next to him for all meals, he missed Cele coming upstairs to see him after lights out, he missed how he would agree without much resistance when Bezz wanted to sneak out at night, he missed Cele foraging for fruits in the woods and bringing them back for everyone to eat, he missed running into him in the corridors during classes, and of course he missed him on the field because Jaume was too young to be a good practice session replacement for the team.

Bezz is about to wreck carnage absent mindedly on his wound when Luca comes out of the phone room and pats Bezz on the shoulder.

The boys get to call home twice a week from a room divided into little booths, the attendant in the room sat there to note your name down and tell you to put the phone down when your time was up.

Bezz makes his way to the booth in the far left corner that Luca just left, he nods to Pecco in the other corner who is on call and dials his dad's number that he knows by heart. They talk about his preparation for the upcoming season and his dad tells him about things in the garage, next he calls his mum and she asks him about school and classes and practice and his little sister screams a quick hello to him and when he keeps the phone down with quick exchanges of "work hard" and "miss you" and "I love you" his heart feels a bit wonky. It's been years away from home but he still hasn't fully learnt how to squash that feeling.

Before keeping the phone down he makes a split second decision and calls Cele's mom, another number he knows by heart for some reason.

"Oi Bezzechi, you've been hogging that phone forever, put it down!!" The attendant shouts at him, his brows furrowed.

"Yes sorry please please please just one moment" Bezz quickly pleads as he waits for the line to connect. The attendant tells him to make it quick as Cele's mom answers. She sweetly asks Bezz how he's been doing as she calls Cele over to hand him the phone.

"Marco, is everything okay?" Cele's newly matured voice implores.

"Uhh yes why wouldn't it be?"

"You're calling from school."

"Ah. Yes yes. Just wanted to tell you to, uhhh, yeah come back soon cele practice isn't great"

"Is Jaume not good"

"No no he's fine. Just. You know......"

"Hmmm. I get it. Listen Bezz, I need you to help me okay I have some stuff with me when I get back okay"

"Yeah sure. Listen I gotta go okay this man will cancel all my calls for the next month okay. I miss you, bye."

"I, uhh, I miss you too Marco, bye"

Bezz doesn't spend too much time thinking about Cele's request. He's probably sneaking some food into the dormitory which isn't allowed and the weird luggage checking procedure makes it so that you just have to be extra careful with the contraband.

The next day when Bezz comes down to dinner after practice and evening study he finds Cele already in the dining hall. He hurries over to him and immediately wraps him into a hug, slapping his back and ruffling his curls.

"I thought you wouldn't be here till tomorrow! Who dropped you off?"

"My cousin, he was on his way back to University so I came back early. Listen, Marco......"

Whatever it is that Cele wanted to tell Bezz is cut off by Pecco, Luca, and Franco gathering around him and asking him how was home and he better be up to speed for the morning practice tomorrow and what did the doctor say and if he found any cute girls at the wedding.

All throughout dinner Bezz notices Cele fidgeting nervously, pushing his food around as Luca talks about the rival regional teams they will be facing and the specific characteristics of every player he can recall.

Post dinner, the boys walk back to their house building in a group, Cele quickly dipping into the dormitory on the first floor as the rest make their way up to the rooms.

Before Bezz can go back downstairs to ask Cele what's up, Pecco reminds him to finish his trig homework lest he be skinned alive by the teacher and Bezz enlists the help of both Luca and Pecco to get through the exercises.

It's an hour past lights out when Bezz is finally done and before he has a moment to lie down Cele comes into the room. His eyes look a bit crazy and the pockets of his jacket are puffed up weirdly but before Bezz can ask any questions Cele starts yanking at his arm to get up.

"hurry up Marco!!!" Cele hisses, straining to keep his voice low

"Okay okay damn let me put on my shoes"

"Take the torch please" cele whines.

Bezz raises his brows but doesn't protest much. Torches are reserved for the big expedition sneak outs, the ones you have to plan for, the ones away from their usual haunts, torches are a liability, they draw the attention of the school guards. Bezz still takes his and hides it in his pocket.

They silently get out through the windows on the ground floor, holding their breath and watching their step so as not to alert the guards. Bezz has been sneaking out since pretty much his first year in school, so much so that he can navigate most paths in pitch black darkness. When Cele and Bezz became friends he started bringing him along, gently teaching him to be mindful of his arms and head and stepping around in a way that makes less noise. Cele wasn't the most graceful when it came to slinking around, but Bezz was okay with that as long as they were together.

The moon was shining above their heads, almost fluorescent in its brightness. Bezz glances over at Cele's determined face, his lashes casting spider leg shadows on his cheeks. Cele's pale skin and dark hair seem almost ghostly and Bezz's heart feels so funny. He swallows to keep his wits intact and focus on the path.

"Wait Cele are we walking towards the lake?" Bezz realises that he's been straining a bit to keep up with Cele.

"Mhmmm"

"Wait wait wait no you have to tell me what's up you've been acting too weird."

"No Marco we can't talk here we will get caught please we have to go" Cele pleads with him and suddenly takes Bezz's hand in his to rush him along. Bezz feels too shocked at Cele's sudden gesture and simply can't find the words to protest. They walk for a few minutes where all Bezz can think about is the warmth of Cele's soft hand in his. Bezz thinks self consciously about the calluses on his palm and whether they feel weird for Cele to touch. Cele's plam, soft and smooth and warm and alive and real to the touch and somehow Bezz feels that whatever is real in him is emanating from that part of his body that is holding on to Cele.

"Here. Come." Cele lets go of Bezz's hand Bezz feels a little deflated. Cele walks near a tree and picks up a cardboard box and brings it to Bezz.

"I have rabbits."

"......you...what" Bezz thinks he hasn't heard him right.

"There were rabbits at the wedding venue but I don't think they were being treated right so I picked them up"

"Cele what even.... how did you even steal them and oh my god is this area even safe"

"I didn't steal them Marco!!!!! They are young, kind of, I think they are almost babies, it was just three of them"

"Diobono three is a lot! Have they eaten?"

"I had left some lettuce, and I have more, I need your help feeding them"

"Okay okay fine, let's find a place to sit"

Bezz finds that inside the cardboard box there is a little pet carrier covered with a blanket. Cele pushes in some food through the metal gate grills but the bunnies seem to be asleep for now.

"What's the plan cele?"

"There archery lawns have a place for rabbits. I will leave them there. I trust the school gardener, we used to have rabbits in my first year at school, he's good with them."

"You think nobody will notice three rabbits appearing out of nowhere."

"They will but they won't know it's us"

Bezz can't help smiling at the response. Cele trusts it will all be good so intently that Bezz can't help be infected by the same disposition.

"Do you want to hold them?" Cele offers.

"Uhh yeah okay yeah."

"Just be relaxed, okay"

Cele opens the metal grate a little and ushers Bezz to put his hand inside.

A warm delight runs through Bezz when he touches the soft fur. He feels them moving with their breath and gently gently strokes the fur. A smile breaks out on his face, wide and luminous under the moonlight.

"It's nice, no" Cele says as he watches Bezz's face.

"Yes, I didn't expect them to be this soft"

They sit a bit longer, trying to feed the bunnies, talking, trying to come up with stories about these rabbits that will convince people to keep them.

Bezz asks Cele to hold on to the box and make no noise as he navigates a path to the Archery Lawns. Cele takes a minute to leave them in the enclosure, worrying about them. Bezz's reassurance a little ineffective as he says his goodbyes, leaving more lettuce and some broccoli in the carrier.

When they finally start walking back towards the Dorms, Bezz takes Cele's hand in his, his confident decisive gesture in sharp contrast with the nerves he feels inside. Cele offers no protest and holds on. Bezz feels breathless thinking about how similar Cele's beautiful hand feels to the soft rabbits he just held a while ago.

#my interaction with bunnies has always been supervised so please if some of you are bunny girls please forgive me #or tell me about some bunny peculiarities hehe I would love to listen #this bunnt story is real life inspired btw #also I fully anti chekov-gunned the torch #I actually was going to weave it into the story with the batteries going out and these two being stuck in a the dark and you know how it is #but I have been sick so I stopped #when I was young I read the rabbit and moon mythological tale #cele's name means heavenly #moon is a heavenly body #the rabbit and moon are correlated in my culture #plus I am insane #so all that has been weaved into the story #writing Bezz POV was so fun my adhd king I need to do this again #I am bad at writing but by god I have ideas #anyway please read love you #if you enjoy reading it please remember I am telepathically sending you a forehead kiss #and ask box open of course for thoughts and ideas and criticism and questions #marco bezzechi #celestino vietti #bezz x cele #cele/bezz #bezz/cele #bezzietti #bezzietti? is that a ship name tag for these two?#please tag with any other names you have for their ship #man I just want to write about these two kissing but for the life of me I want to faff around for 1500 words before I can even get to it #if you have specific prompts for making these two kiss pls direct them to the ask box and I will do my best #motogp #motogp rpf #bezz

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bubbasbubblebutt · 1 year ago

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He hates motorcycles

#SELF INSERT SHIP BABY #OC X CANON #FUCK YOU IM CRINGE BUT IM FREE #albert wesker #wesker resident evil #oc x canon #my oc #Bunny #Recharge #Weskcharge??#funny ass name i gotta say #im representing the other bad bitches who self ship #SELF SHIP GANG RISE UP

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freshthoughts2020 · 2 months ago

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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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