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Where Art Thou, Why Not Uponeth Me?

renaldo x younger!reader

summary: he wasn't even your uncle anymore, having divorced your aunt about five years ago. but of course here he was, the life of the party, crashing your sister's wedding. (alternatively: your fun bachelor uncle crashes your sister's wedding and then your pussy in the bathroom while everyone else is drunk or dancing, based on my own tweet)

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (50/25), pwp, p. in v., public sex, oral (m. receiving), rough sex, doggy style, bit of degradation + pain + humiliation kink (this combo fr), exhibition kink, forced creampie, no mommy kink but he calls her mami (as in a petname), nasty!reynaldo (he's a chavorruco latin lover asshole with serious commitment and flirting issues), sprinkles of angst ig?

word count: 5,130 words

side note: the snl series is back because i definetely work harder than the devil. yes, don't underestimate a horny touch starved virgin writer who hyperfixiates for a living. this filthy public sex (another episode of the writer's poorly disguised fetish) is inspired by pedro!renaldo in the newest domingo sketch (God, i love marcello my short king) because the crash out i had after it ended (sabrina, bad bunny, andy samberg and pedro all in a room singing espresso they did it for me i fear) and snl 50 in overall was kinda cathartic; i hadn't wrote like this since my sebstan days (wdyk about dilf-docs lore huh). here's some renaldo latin lover dick for you my lovely new citizens BECAUSE WE HIT 1K

You take a sip from the bubbly alcohol, the sweet taste in your lips as you savor your surroundings: music blasting through the speakers, the sound of glasses and cutlery, mellow conversations and the loud buzzing behavior your family is known for; everyone is here.

You lean to your left.

"Tía Elena is a drink away from blacking out" shouting over the music.

"Te apuesto cinco dólares a que se cae en la pista" (i bet you five dollars she falls in the dance floor)

You smile back mischievously at your brother. "Deal"

Your cousin Marcello pops up from behind, hovering like a fly over the food. Was it a thing in your family to be this fucking nosy all the time?

"What are y'all doing?"

Your other cousin Benito joins the circle, speaking over the song:

"They betting Tía Elena will fall again" he laughs, "como en la última reunión" (like in the last meeting)

"Hey! Esa es mi mamá" Marcello protests. (that's my mom)

"Jesus, Beni" you hit his shoulder playfully, "what a snitch"

"There's nothing else going on, is it?" your brother argues back in defense. "Can't blame us for trying to be entertained y tu mamá por no dejar la botella" (and your mom for not putting the bottle down)

"If you all went dancing, like me, you'd had fun" he huffs, crossing his arms.

Benito laughs, "you call that dancing?"

Marcello rolls his eyes, "I'm gonna go somewhere where they appreciate me and the art of moving your body with rhythm"

"Ain't no one stopping you!" your brother quips.

You laugh at the men's antics, looking at the dancefloor. Your eyes catch your sister, moving gracefully in her white dress, that twirls with the music. She's all smiles, and has never looked this pretty before, the happiness bouncing off her like the floral perfume she's wearing, akin to the smell of the flower arrangements hanging on the walls. It may be the day or that you'd always been a romantic, but today you had almost ruined your makeup at every chance: crying over her entrance, over the vows, over the speeches, the first dance... God, you love weddings as much as you love your sister.

"You men are insufferable" you take a long sip, "I need more female energy here but all I see is you" to prove so, your eyes dart across the room, full of drunk tíos laughing loudly while shoving alcohol down their throats, all the women on the dancefloor, where you should be. But you haven't, not since #he stopped showing around to drag you by force.

Benito snickers.

"Si tía Ana hubiera venido, tal vez" (if aunt ana had come, maybe)

You click your tongue, expression awkward. She had stopped coming to the meetings all together, like she had become suddenly allergic to her family.

"Ay, Beni" you sigh. "You know she hasn't been the same since..."

In some ways, you hadn't either.

"Yeah" he agrees.

"Oh, I would've gone mad too, you know" your brothers raises his glass. "After-"

"Well, but she's the one missing out!" Marcello adds with a loud cackle, interrupting him.

Benito looks behind him, smirking "Weren't you gonna leave?"

You all laugh at your younger cousin. "Ustedes ya no tienen respeto por nadie" (you guys don't respect anyone)

"You're supposed to respect your elders" you rob a champagne flute from a waiter passing by, the glass meeting your lips. "Not annoying cousins"

You look at both your brother and Beni, waiting for them to jump on the teasing, but they're both looking at the entrance of the venue. If their jaw is tight, brows furrowed and eyes wide open, it musn't been good.

"Pero, ¿tú me estás jodiendo?" (are you fucking kidding me?)

You follow your cousin Benito's gaze after his little comment, and the tranquil champagne now bubbles in your throat up violently, making you cough.

"What is happening?" Marcello jumps, placing himself in the middle of you all. He looks frantically around, until he meets the object of your attention, specifically, person. "Is that-?"

"Yes" you find your voice after a cough, "its uncle Ren"

In all his glory. Well, more like ex-uncle. But God, didn't he look good? Of course, that's the important part and not finding out the reason why the hell he's showing up to your sister's wedding when he's not legally part of your family anymore, not since about five years ago, when he divorced your aunt Ana. You've only heard of him as of late, your tías whispering past Christmas about how they'd seen Ren at the beach, whistling at younger ladies in clad bikins with his old gang of bachelors he used to run with before settling in. How fitting.

Talking about divorce... It did him good. Not to take digs at your aunt, but as he walks in with that confident strut of his, gold chain on that broad chest of him, glowing under the lights, hair neatly trimmed and gelled back, some more greys on his hair than you remembered, and that mustache and fucking goatee... He flashes everyone a charming smile with his full pearly whites and dimple on display, going to hug your sister who looks as confused and surprised as you do. But uncle Ren always gave the best hugs, so she accepts when he wraps her up in his embrace that smells like sandalwood, leather and cigs, strong arms caging her smaller frame. The biceps flex, and you wonder if he has started hitting the gym, despite his age.

You squirm in your seat, finishing the flute in a long sip that drags like a cigarrette.

"Jesus Christ" your brother shakes his head. "Dude's not got an ounce of shame on that body"

More like that sturdy body.

"Well, that's uncle Renaldo to you" Beni adds with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Ex-uncle" you feel the need to clarify for no reason.

"No puedo creer que se atreva a aparecer después de como terminó todo con la tía Ana" Marcello coaxes. (can't believe he has the nerve to show up after how things ended with aunt ana)

"Divorcing her?" you ask with a barely contained snicker. The men all look at you and sigh.

Alright, your preference to your uncle had never gone completely unnoticed, especially in a family as attentive as yours. But it was impossible not to fall under (ex)uncle Ren's spell: you suppose that is the reason it took your aunt so long to divorce him, despite their broken marriage that had been going on for years. Because while he could be the funniest and most easy-going person in the room, he too was a serial flirter who didn't stop a sleazy smile bearing all his whites or unwarrented compliment coming out of his plump lips. He had never cheated on her, but it was hard to believe he hadn't. Renaldo knew he was hot, and that made him dangerous.

No wonder your aunt clinged so hard to their sinking ship. You still remember how proud she was when he brought him in first. Call him uncle Ren, she had insisted. After that, he started showing up around more, and then there was a ring on her finger she couldn't stop talking about. They were married for ten years, separated for six and divorced since five. Didn't have any kids, despite how much your aunt wanted them. Never had time, probably wasting it crying about his late homecomings and missed calls, mind busy in heart-breaking thoughts and a frail homelife, bound to be torn apart by his bachelor mindset that had been attractive first; how she'd fallen for the man who lighted up your barbacues and taught you how to ride your bike, even kicking an ex-boyfriend's ass once. He couldn't handle all this, he whispered on that seductive voice of his, and it was so hard to not stare and drool like a fucking dog, face burning up. Maybe it started then, when you were twenty, and you hadn't looked back ever since.

"Ah, mis sobrinos!" you all look up, and you know that deep rich sultry voice all too well. (my nephews!)

Speaking of the devil, he's coming to your table, all smiles like all the women who took Ana's side hadn't stopped dancing to glare at him. He gives a loud shout to the men across the room, and they all salute back, despite his reputation, because some of them still saw him at their bar runs, too funny and charming to pass up on his company. Renaldo is wearing something a bit too casual for the occasion, but hot damn, he looks too good.

"Ya no somos tus sobrinos, Ren" Beni corrects, but Renaldo quickly dismisses the younger man. (we're no longer your nephews)

"Familia siempre es familia" he counters. He hugs everyone of you, and when it's your turn, your body can't help but stiffen at first, then relax on arms that do indeed feel stronger. Ren still smells the same. (family is forever)

"You've been hitting the gym, uncle Ren" you giggle, champagne speaking up for you. "Sorry, just Renaldo"

He smirks while licking his lips, like he's savoring the sound of his name only on your voice. "You were always an observer, weren't you, doll?" he oggles you up and down, while your brother scoffs at your heating cheeks. "You look just about fine yourself too"

Those tight black pants, remembering legs you had seen before in shorts, hairy and strong, but what catches you the most is the big silhoutte between them, still noticeable under the strobbing lights. You gulp, and when you look up to him again, his gaze is dark even when he's smirking. You think he's noticed.

"What are you doing here?" your brother cuts the moment, and you have to roll your eyes.

"Coming to my sobrina's wedding, of course" he responds easily, like his answer is supposed to make sense.

"She isn't your nephew anymore, Ren" Benito stands up, his height clashing with his. "So why don't you leave, old man, huh? You ain't welcome anymore"

He opens his mouth, but Beni cuts him.

"And don't give me that familia bullshit. If you cared, you'd have saved your marriage"

Renaldo's jaw tightens as you three watch the tense exchange.

"Yo amaba a tú tía" he defends himself. "All this family" (i loved your aunt)

"Well" your brother is the next to stand up, "you should've showed it when it mattered"

You wish for times to be simpler: when he'd be in the middle of the dance floor, moving while singing along outloud until everyone would be forced to join him, allured by his larger than life character and playful disposition, accompanied by his attractive features. Renaldo was a force of nature that not even you were spared from: his thunderous presence turned your life upside down from the moment you became a woman and your silly crush roamed into deep uncharted territories, where your heart beat too loud and your gaze lingered on the forbidden, taking every wink and compliment uttered by that grave voice of his, savoring all the interactions you could yet it was never enough.

"You should leave" Marcello backs them up, making Renaldo tsk.

"What about you, doll? Want Ren to leave?" you react, body tense when you realize he's talking to you, your brother and cousins waiting for your answer. "We ain't even danced yet, remember? Like before"

"Time's up" a new figure emerges. Papá Francisco, Ana's father and your great uncle. "You should've thought about that before, amigo" friend, spoken in a mocking tone.

"Alright, pops" he chuckles, but it's humorless, while he raises his arms in mock surrender. "I just wanted to see my beautiful girls all grown up on Natalia's special day"

"Just the girls?" a voice scoffs behind. Awesome, now your great aunt is here. "Leave. You have now seen them"

Why can't anyone just mind their own bussiness?

(You probably weren't being fair, but Jesus, couldn't you enjoy a bit of time with a man you crushed on and hadn't seen in five years?)

"Hola, Imelda. Looking nice" and he takes her hand and kisses it. Oh, how you wish to be her, who removes her palm with a flustered face.

"What's going on?"

Now your sister has come to where a small crowd has formed, a frown on her beautiful face. Her husband trails behind.

"Nada, Nati. Tu vuelve a la pista y disfruta tu boda" Beni dismisses. (nothing, nati. go back to the dancing floor and enjoy your wedding)

"Well, you've made it my bussiness by having this conversation on my wedding, as you say" she sighs tiredly, running a hand through her hair. "Why don't you just leave him alone and we all go back to our thing, yeah?"

"No" Renaldo, who had been quiet, speaks up. "I know where I'm not welcomed" that earns a mocking Do you? from your brother and Beni scoffs. "I'll leave now" then turns around one last time, boots marking their steps with a clicking sound that echoes off the walls, despite the music still playing. "Have a nice life, Nati. Wish you the best"

You watch his back getting farther and farther away, getting lost in the sea of bodies on the dance floor. Your heart plummets and you can't he's gone again from your life, just like that.

"Show's over, gente. Go back to the party" Papá Francisco speaks in a harsh tone, filled with finality.

You try, you do, even going to the dance floor with the men, dancing around with a friend of Nati's husband who asks for your Instagram handle when the song ends, but your mind is elsewhere.

"Excuse me" you tell him with a sweet smile, and he makes you swear you'll give him your username when you're back.

Taking advantage on everyone's bliss, you quietly sneak away from the dance floor, walking towards the gardens.

One thing you'll always admire of your sister, is her attention to detail. She had chosen this particular venue for it's ample gardens, choosing for a reception on the open due to the favoring weather conditions on summer.

The dress clings to your body as the windy breezes by, and you hug your body, cursing your heels that have now started to hurt. You spot the rose bushes your sister had trimmed, looking as beautiful as the first day you saw them on the rehearsal.

"You should've stayed inside"

You jump then relax when you see him, cigarrette dangling from his mouth.

"Here" you take out a lighter from your purse. His face comes closer, hot breath on your face until the click casts a small flame that flickers light over his ageing features. He's aged fine like wine, and by the smirk he gives you before taking a drag, Renaldo's aware of it, maybe about the effect he has on you.

"Thank you, sweetheart" his big hand finds its way to the bush, rustling some leaves. In a harsh tug, he cuts a rose, and you laugh in surprise. "Here"

You smile. "I don't think you're supposed to cut these"

"But it's beautiful, isn't it?" his hands brush yours when you take the gift. "As beautiful as the lady"

A pool of heat forms in your stomach. He's complimented you before, sure, but never has the air felt this charged before, a lurking dangerous anticipation condensed on his smoke trails and your shaky breaths.

"I'm sorry you had to leave"

Renaldo is still close to you. You get a whiff of his cologne, mixed with the cigarette; it's intoxicating. Your eyes dart to the chain, and you wonder how would it look-

"They made me leave" he corrects with a chuckle, a deep rumble coming from his chest.

"Right" you laugh, feeling nervous all of the sudden. "My bad, Ren"

"You didn't want me to leave, did you, doll?" the new wave of petnames makes your legs weak. "Also..." he makes a brief pause, the cigarette now dropped and stomped against the grass. "I like the way that sounds"

Before you realize, his fingers are ghosting over your lip, brushing until some of the matte shade coats his calloused thumb.

His fingers then move to your chin, applying a light pressure to your skin, but enough to bruise.

"Say it again"

"W-what?" you ask, barely a breath.

"Say it, y/n" his face is just inches away from yours. You have to bite your lip to hide out a whine from the sound of your name on his voice. "I know you want to"

"R-Ren" you choke out, fluttering eyelids at the way the pressure doesn't falter.

"Now be a good girl and spell my full name like it's the only thing you know"

The following whimper you can't contain it; the praise gets to you.

"Renaldo"

His brown eyes adquire a dark shade that even in the low moonlight, you notice.

"So pliant, doll. For me?"

You nod dumbly, completely fucked out of your mind, warning sirens barely a buzz in the back of your head. Be it the alcohol, or the lack of control you had when it came to him, its impossible to resist the want to fall.

A beat. "Might reward you for that"

He crashes his mouth into yours, full force, in a heated, hungry and messy kiss. He sucks your lips so hard they for sure will bruise, an action very fitting with his strong and absorbing character. His tongue is wet and sloppy, giving you no space to breathe as you grant him access, wrapping your hands around his midsection, pulling him closer.

Renaldo chuckles, letting you gasp for air. "So needy, aren't you? Always were like this. So demanding; wanna have things your way"

"I see you know me well, don't you?" you bat your eyelashes.

"It's impossible to ignore you, you goddamn tease" your fingers trace through his broad back, tanned skin soft that your nails feel the need to dig. You once eavesdropped on your aunt gushing to your tías about how he loved nails-- long fresh manicured nails; red for the win. "Fucking temptress"

Renaldo groans into your mouth. "Think I wouldn't notice how you looked at me with this hungry eyes, huh?" he bites your lips so hard you taste blood. "Might as well just said it"

He forces his tongue inside of you again, making your body squirm as he presses his weight over you, back pinned to the bushes, the leaves tickling your skin. Ren now swallows a whine of yours, dick throbbing hard at your needy sounds.

He then detaches his mouth from yours, a silver string of saliva connecting you two.

"Still can't fucking say it"

But he insists you're the tease.

You cock an eyebrow. "Never was good with words. How about this?"

Renaldo holds your gaze as you descend, until your knees hit the grass. Your fingers toy with his pants until you pull them down, following with his underwear.

"Oh, doll. Consider me interested" as if his cock wasn't leaking with precum.

Your lips begin to wrap around the tip of his cock, then swallow him whole, eager and so fucking cock starved. Soon, you pick up a rapid pace, your tongue doing God knows what but his jaw is tense from keeping the sounds from coming out, but aren't you testing his limits? Slurping on his damn cock like you've been deprived of it all your life. In a way, you have, and you don't waste time in not sucking the living soul out of him.

Your eyes look up, chest warm and pussy wet at the pleasure etched across his face, and he looks at you, at your drooly mess for sucking his dick.

He tugs your hair harshly, making you gag.

"I wanna see you" he gathers your hair up into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face. "Keep going-"

A grunt escapes his lips, cutting himself off. You clasp your thighs together looking for some pressure to ease yourself a little, your mouth busy still gagging, sank down until you feel his balls. The tip of his cock is buried in your throat, lodged so fucking deliciously in the back. You let it out, and Renaldo groans.

"The fuck you do that for?" comes out his complain, voice strained.

"I needed my mouth to speak" you clean some drool on your face. "Need you to do something for me" he clears his throat as letting you speak. "I want you to fuck my mouth"

"Carajo, muñeca" you place a little kiss on his inner thigh. "You're so fucking dirty, who would've thought?" (fuck, doll)

Your chest rises and falls, lips parted while a string of saliva coats them.

"Alright, wanna see if you're just talk, you cock hungry whore" Ren smirks devilishly. "I'm gonna ruin the fuck out of you"

He gathers you by your hair and shoves you back down, hips bucking with a movement so brash you choke. Your pretty eyes water and your fake eyelashes get wet. Renaldo continues to buck his hips up and force you down, choking and spit sounds making his dick hard as he throws his head back with half-lidded eyes.

His big cock stuffing your throat feels like a dream and he knows you're enjoying it.

A little content smile graces his lips, and he can feel his abdomen tightening. He bucks his hips up faster, forcing your head down deeper, panting as you gag on his cock, and when his grip on your hair falters and his body shakes, you know he's close.

"Little slut" he teases with a hoarse voice, "do you want to eat my cum that badly?"

Your answer comes in the form of sucking him off to drive him to the edge, refusing to pull out.

"Entonces hártatelo, puta" (then gorge on it, slut)

He fills your throat up with his cum, sputtering and swallowing down as much as you can while he holds you in place. You gasp for air when he finally lets you go, a mix of cum and drool running down your chin.

"A fucking expert, doll. Five stars" his finger brushes over your skin. "Look at this mess 'cause you were too fucking hungry. Lick it"

Your chest heaves, but you get close to the fingers, sucking on them. It tastes like him and you, the sensation making both your cunt and chest warm. You don't hold yourself back and look at him all the time, the sucking sound as obscene as the latest.

Suddenly, in the quiet of the night, you can't think of anything else.

But then leaves rustle, yet none of you have moved.

"Y/n?"

Shit, It's Beni. You then recognize Marcello and your brother, trailing behind.

"Looks like we gotta go" he laughs, amused. You can only feel your face burn. "Ah, no te preocupes, muñeca. I know a place. Follow me" (don't worry, doll)

Renaldo has taken you to a fucking bathroom, just meters away from the venue. But the music is loud, and no one notices the two people hurriedly getting inside, like dumb horny teenagers.

"Jesus" he pants, and you click the door. He reaches for your face, carressing your warm skin before ghosting over your lips. "Now, where were we?"

The kiss.

Again, it's rushed, rough and impatient, like he too had been waiting a lifetime to taste you.

Renaldo pushes you against the bathroom's wall, making you moan when his larger frame cages yours. You're drowning of him: his smell, his sweat that starts to pool, the heat radiating off his body, the view you have of his veins and tense muscles, that fuckass chain... It's all now yours.

He gropes your body, testing forbidden waters until now. Then, his hand leaves your ass and reaches for your exposed inner thigh. His greedy fingers wander into the upper cut of your dress without any warning and head for your clit. The older man hisses, feeling your wet patch, rubbing teasingly through the thin material of your laced panties you now feel lucky to have chosen, arousing you even more. You feel them damp and sticky while tilting your head back in pleasure and he takes the chance to paint bruises all over your neck and collarbone.

"Renaldo" you moan his name as his tongue licks the exposed skin of your collarbone, trailing dangerously close to the valley of your tits, pushed up thanks to the dress. He bites down on the crook of your neck, skin inviting.

"Glitter, baby?" he chuckles at how it seems to shimmer. Your friend Sabrina had convinced you to do it, even borrowing you hers; it smelled like vainilla.

"What's this, huh? You youngsters never fail to amaze me" with a sleazy smile that makes your pussy clench, more when he open his mouth to show you his sparkling tongue.

"Oh? We're just getting started" you pant as his fingers slide through the seam of your panties, gracing your entrance. "I'm full of surprises"

"Little minx, I like that sassy mouth of yours" you roll your hip to reach out for his teasing fingers, "we're about to find out"

You repeat the motion, cunt aching for his touch, but end up gracing his pulsating strained bulge with your upper belly in the process. He stops, the black pants looking uncomfortable-- fighting to be freed.

"Fuck, mami. Need'a be inside you" you nod too eagerly, lips parted open. His hand graces your ass. "Now turn around"

You obey without thinking twice, and he pushes your face down on the counter with a harsh demanor.

"You won't move, right?" you hum, despite his hand placing on your neck and the other grabs your waist hashly, fingers digging in the skin to keep you still. You whimper at the light pain, "Good girl"

He pulls down your panties until they fall down to the floor, then hikes your dress up, exposing your ass.

"Nice, mami" he whistles, "I like what I see"

To prove so, he uses his hands to part your legs and spread them open, his other hand undoing his pants for the second time during that night.

"Tell me how much you want this" but he's already pushing the head of his cock into your folds. His tip brushes your soaking clit, and it sends a delicious but painful shiver that coarses through your body.

"Badly" you cry out.

"Tus deseos son órdenes, muñeca" he purrs. "Despite it all, I'm a gentleman" (your wish is my command, doll)

In one swift move, he pushes his length into your slick folds. "So wet, doll. 'S it for me?" you nod and he laughs, "gonna reward you for that"

He pulls his cock out and then slams it all inside, burying himself to the hilt.

You jerk under his hold at the sudden move, feeling all his girth in your walls, trying to take him. A breathy moan falls from your lips.

"Shh, don't move" he leans down to whisper in your ear, "music is loud but it ain't gonna do miracles to cover up those slut sounds out of you"

He doesn't ask for permission, only increasing the pressure of your face against the counter, the cold burning against your cheek, and begins to move inside of you, soon picking up an erratic pace, his pelvic area slamming into your ass. Fuck, your eyes sting from the brutal force of each thrust as he forces into you, movements sloppy, and the obscene sound of skin clapping against skin feeling the now feeling even smaller bathroom, that is starting to get hotter and more humid. You can't really see the mirror, but can imagine it fogging up.

"Tell me how it feels" Renaldo pants, his grip on your waist increasing in pressure. "Wanna hear you say how much you love my cock, little puta" (whore)

"S-so goo-good" you sputter out.

"'S that why you had to suck me off in the garden?" he chuckles darkly. "Couldn't even fucking wait, didn't care to be caught like a fucking whore by tus primos y hermano. No, you wanted Renaldo's cock so fucking badly you got on your knees as soon as he came back into your life" his words should make you feel embarrassed, but you moan at the string of humiliating and lewd words. "Bet you thought about it since forever, heh? You opportunist cocksleeve. That you touched yourself to this even when I was with Ana"

"C-couldn't help it, Ren. Wanted you so so bad" you cry. "Always have"

"Fucking filthy little shit" he whistles, "you're no good girl. You're a real bad girl"

You whine, turning into a moaning mess, blabbering nonsense.

"I-I need to-"

"Go on, tell Renaldo what you need"

"Need to c-cum" you gasp, walls clenching around his cock, your eyes battling to remain open.

He leans down, bitting your earlobe. Then, he kisses it, his smokey scent carresing your hot skin.

"Go on, baby. Wanna see you take all of my seed until it drips from your legs" he grunts, his thrusts sloppy and messy like his kisses. "I need'a see you walkin' back inside so everyone knows what you did, you filthy slut. For everyone to see what's mine"

You see stars, pussy gushing over his dick. His thrusts loose rhythm, and you know he's out for blood.

"W-wait!" you feel the overestimulation as his dick twitches inside you.

"You said you'd behave" he pants, his hold still firm. "So don't be such a fucking bitch and let me cum too, mami. You aren't cruel, are you?"

"N-no"

"Then you'll let me do this" his cock spasms, "and this"

His seed spurts inside of you, thick whiteness dripping down your ass and thigh as your pussy milks it. Some spills on the floor, some drops on your dress and some on his pants, black pants, making him hiss.

"Fuck" he curses, while pulling out. "See that?"

"Oh, I see" you chuckle dryly. "But you forget only one of us is going back to the wedding"

He chuckles, taking in the sight of you: dress ruined, hair damp, run makeup and cum-stained legs. Despite it all, you're still so pretty, and he can't believe a girl he used to call sobrina five years ago has now taken his dick like a fucking champ. Renaldo tugs some loose strands behind your ear, sleazy smiling at you.

"I have a solution" his finger traces your arm, taunting.

You want to stretch your time with him. God knows when you'll see him again.

"Yeah?"

"No awkward questions, no explanations, and more of this" he signals his dick; it's still pulsating, dear Lord. How old was this guy again?

You shouldn't bear any hopes or hop on his truck that probably reeks of ashes and rum. But you never had any sense when it came to Renaldo, and now that you've tasted him, nothing will ever be the same.

"I'm all ears"

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megalomaniacz · 1 year ago

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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

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bunni-v1 · 2 months ago

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Angsty hurt/comfort for Lighter on his birthday (and any other day) has my entire heart 💜

Imagine just taking him gently in your arms, kissing all over his face, massaging out any knots in his shoulders, back, and arms. Running fingers through his silky hair to relieve tension as his head rests in your lap. Using unscented lotion to stretch the joints in his hands and simultaneously moisturize his calloused hands. He’s uncharacteristically quiet during the unprompted pamper session… swallowing down a familiar, burning lump in his throat.

“…Why are you doing this for me?”

His voice is hardly a whisper, voice teetering on the edge of breaking. His olive eyes are filling with unshed tears as his surprised expression mirrors your own.

You don’t respond right away, offering a small, genuine smile, taking both his hands up to your lips, kissing across the expanse of them, to each finger, and finally to his palms. The gesture has the tears finally springing free, flowing down his cheeks in rivulets. You lean forward and kiss each eye gently before finally speaking,

“Because I love you. Because you deserve it.”

That’s literally all the guy needs, gentle love and understanding. You don’t have to get what he’s going through, you don’t want to fix him or take it all away, you just want to relieve him for a moment. Remind him that he is loved and cared for despite everything he might be feeling.

It’s not something he can accept so easily, and he always feels unworthy of the attention, but he can’t deny how much he loves it. How much he loves you. How much he needs you.

On days where he’s feeling that low, like on his birthday, it’s good to have that reminder that he really is loved and adored by you.

#bunni babbles 🍓#lighter lorenz x reader #lighter lorenz #bunni’s besties 🍪#i love showing lighter love when he feels so inadequate and terrible #you’re not a bad person!!!!#they scream into the void #we love you lighter!!!!!

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moviestarmartini · 1 year 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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owenstar · 23 days ago

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𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 - 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 ☆

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 (𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴?) , 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 @bernardsbendystraws 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘬. 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴’𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘮. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.

𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴.

“𝘩𝘦𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘸’𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘰?” 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. “𝘦𝘩𝘩, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦.” 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵. “𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯.” 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.

“𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷í𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦? 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰.”

“𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘪𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴.”

𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵.

𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮, 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘳. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 ��𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳.

𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭. 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮. 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴. 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳.

𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.

“𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦!” 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵.

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.

“𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.” 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

“𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥.” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. “𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘰. 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰.” 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. “𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴.” 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

“𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵.” 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢. “𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵, 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳! 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩.”

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺. “𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵.”

𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. “𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱.”

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨, 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴. 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪�� 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮, 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱-𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴.

“𝘺 𝘵𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.” “𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘳”

“𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘳” “𝘵𝘶 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦ñ𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳.” “𝘵𝘶 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦ñ𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳.”

“𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.” “𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

“𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” “𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.” “𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.”

𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬. 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵. “𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧

𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘥 “𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦?”

𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.

“𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.”

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥.

30 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦.

“𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺!” “𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵?”

𝘪 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭!!

𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮

𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!!

𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘶𝘶

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 ☆

#christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo angst #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #bad bunny #baile inolvidable #dtmf

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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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freshthoughts2020 · 3 months ago

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#best sneaker footwear drops releases november 2024 week 4 nike adidas where to buy #Adidas #We’re rolling into the final days of November with a full head of steam #and the world’s biggest sneaker brands have one more round of drops set for us before we switch the calendar to the year’s final month. Nik #adidas #PUMA and more have everything from high-heat hoop shoes and altered takes on classics locked and loaded for this week #but before we dive in let’s take a look back at what went down over the last seven days first.#Nike had a wild week across all verticals #with two tenured collaborators #Stash and Hiroshi Fujiwara #teasing forthcoming projects (Air Max 95/Air Force 1 and Air Zoom Spiridon #respectively). Kobe Bryant got a tribute on two different Air Force 1 colorways — the “Home” and a black pair — that are set to release nex #while Travis Scott’s Jordan Jumpman Jack “Bright Cactus” had its official images revealed and several Nike/Jordan Brand sneakers debuted in #Not to be outdone #adidas made plenty of noise of their own. Olympic gold medalist Noah Lyles debuted a new Bad Bunny collab #while Jerry Lorenzo’s next Fear of God Athletics basketball shoes surfaced and the brand showed off a Foam Runner-indebted silhouette calle #with New Balance’s 993 having multiple moments in the spotlight thanks to the likes of JJJJound and Aimé Leon Dore #while OTTO 958 showed off its latest ASICS collab and stylist Veneda Carter continued her collaborative relationship with Timberland.#Now that you’re up to speed #check out what shoes are dropping this upcoming week and be sure to hit up HBX to shop styles that are available now.#Sporty & Rich x adidas SL72 “Sweden Pack”#Release Date: November 26 #Release Price: $120 USD #Where to Buy: adidas #Why You Should Cop:Sporty & Rich announced its new collaboration with adidas Originals on the SL72 “Sweden Pack” last week — and it’s inspi #it’s been reworked with a retro aesthetic that pays homage to the athletic footwear designs of the 70s. adidas and S&R have used a selectio #using the colors to nod to Sweden’s national colors. Customary Three Stripe branding is applied to the lateral sides of the shoes #while further branding is applied to the tongues and heel counters to round things off.#Nike Air Max Waffle “Triple Black”#Release Price: $140 USD

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violetmuses · 4 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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imagines-1directioner · 2 years 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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