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imdoingaokay · 1 year ago
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Romanced!DAI Companions and Advisors (+ Platonic!Vivienne) when The Inquisitor returns to Skyhold late
(A/N: Heyyyy guys... I've missed you :) This past few months have been awful for me... but I'm back... teeheehee
I think this is gonna be really niche so I feel a need to explain what I was thinking??? Basically, The Inquisitor has been on a mission for a while now and they're returning extremely late at night.
Apologies for the inaccurate lore stuff, I don't think hours exist in Dragon Age because they don't have clocks? Or they do??? I dunno man I got a final tomorrow and I don't know if I'm gonna pass
Just know that the whole reason I got inspired for this was because it was late and I was imagining Vivienne watching The Inquisitor come back and her wrapping her robe around her waist like a mom watching their grown child come home from a rave or something
Once again, no beta we die like men
And happy late dragon age day, love y'all)
TW: Mentions of death
Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Unable to sleep. He’s waiting, whittling at the griffon he keeps. He doesn’t want to sleep anways, who will greet his lover? The wind? No. He’ll stay up, just for a few minutes longer, he tells himself… But soon he finds himself whittling into the early hours of the morning. That’s when there’s a stir of the guards, the whispers, and alerts are quiet, as to not wake up the many souls sleeping, but the message is clear.
His love has returned. And he will wait by the gate, a grin on his face and sleepiness in his eyes. He greedily hopes his lover may wish to sleep a few hours before the rest of Skyhold truly awakens.
Cassandra: She’s in bed, but not sleeping, reading a book. She’s trying to sleep, but her anxieties are getting to her. Somehow, ever since she got the letter saying that her love was returning, she fears even more. Her mind is plagued with images of an assassinated Inquisitor on the way back to her. Maker! Why didn’t that fool just bring her? 
Just as she scoffs, she hears something of a commotion outside. She prays for a moment, the news is good, and she throws on her armor, knowing better than to leave her room without it, and rushes to the gate. This is where her fears are put to rest as she greets her lover, a relieved smile on her face. And it is with this her sleepiness finally settles in. after a quick word, she urges her lover to rest, with or without her. All that matters that they returned.
Cullen Rutherford: He hasn’t slept since his lover left. A few moments where he stares off into space, drifting off before yanking himself back into consciousness. So it feels normal for him as he scribbles away the missives on his desk, being sure to double check each one so he didn’t accidentally write something foolish in his sleep deprived state. Somehow, in this half-dead state of his, he can hear the murmuring of guards outside of his door, and one enters. 
The guard has been ordered to inform Cullen of when they see The Inquisitor, so when they enter, Cullen knows what it’s for. And somehow, the sleepiness Cullen once had disappears, replaced with a drive he always feels when his lover returns. He rushes down the battlement steps, sure to not seem too desperate to his men. And in his excitement, he quickly meets his lover halfway on the bridge. They may be on their horse, but Cullen will happily walk back with them, looking up at them like they hold his whole world in their hands. When his lover gets off their horse, however, that is when he embraces them, a chaste kiss pressed to their cheek. This is when he finally asks them to rest with him, as his exhaustion is coming to bite him in the ass.
Dorian Pavus: Dorian has lied to himself multiple times throughout the night. He lied to himself claiming he didn’t care if he was asleep when his amatus returned from their very dangerous mission. So he lays in his bed for hours, trying to sleep. And when he can’t? He lies to himself, coming up with some excuse as to why his mind will not rest. So he waits in the library, sipping a glass of wine while attempting to read nonchalantly. Of course, he seemingly can’t. So he decides to wait on the battlements, claiming he must need some fresh air. Even though he despises how cold it is that night. 
But, somehow, without meaning to, he notices the small group of people making their way across the bridge. And, without a reason at all, a huge weight is lifted off of Dorian’s shoulders. 
He lets out a sigh and returns to the warmth of the library, happy to wait for his lover to come to him. And when he does, only then does Dorian finally agree to go to sleep. 
Iron Bull: Doesn’t sleep, but this is because he knew his lover was coming back tonight. So he waits patiently in the tavern, a ear out and ready, waiting for murmurs of The Inquisitor’s return. And when he does hear, he happily shoots up from his chair and makes his way to the gate, happy to greet his lover.
Bull was only slightly worried to be away from his lover, he knew they could handle their mission without him, but still, who knows what could happen? But the news that The Inquisitor was coming back? That was enough to settle his nerves. But seeing… and feeling his lover in his arms? That is what truly relaxes him.
Josephine Montilyet: Josephine is the only one who is asleep, she was corralled to his bedroom by Leliana, who told Josephine that she would wake her up when The Inquisitor returned. True to her word, Leliana gently shook awake a sleepy Josephine who, wrapped in a robe, quickly made her way to the empty Great Hall. She situated herself onto Vivienne’s balcony. She happily watched her lover pass the gates a promptly made their way to her, greeting her with a gentle kiss, which Leliana thankfully turned away from. Afterwards she’s happy to lead her lover to bed, as the second the pair’s heads hit the pillow, the pass effortlessly into a dreamless sleep.
Sera: Sera’s mindlessly making arrows, her door is locked, as she grew tired of Cole trying to make his way into the room to encourage Sera to talk about her anxieties surrounding her Inky leaving without her. She doesn’t even know her lover has returned until she hears the door jiggle a bit before her lover’s voice calls, “Sera, I saw the light was on, are you awake?”
This is when Sera happily throws the door open and grabs her Inky and drags them inside her room, into her arms. The two were eventually found the next morning by a messenger, who reported The Inquisitor and Sera were fast asleep in a pile of various blankets and pillows.
Solas: Solas isn’t sleeping much either, somehow he can’t take his mind off of his vhenan. He completely understand why his lover would take another person on their adventure, potentially a different mage than him. But he worries when they’re away! And there’s not much to do in Skyhold when The Inquisitor is gone. Most servants and nobles steer clear from him. He busies himself painting the various frescos in the atrium. He’s just taken a break and decided to walk along the battlements, and that’s of course, when he sees his beloved. He’s happy to walk down the stairs of the battlements and meet his lover at the gate, awaiting them with open arms. He happily leads them away, whether to their bed in their room, where Solas will leave them to rest. Or if they prefer, they can spend a bit of time in the atrium alone, Solas would be happy to hear the stories of his vhenan’s journey. 
Varric Tethras: Varric is rotating between the tavern and The Great Hall. Ever since he first got the letter from his lover, happily informing him of their return, he’s only been more nervous. Like Cassandra, he fears the image of a truly tragic hero, beaten down on the way back to the arms of their lover. 
He thinks he’s been writing too much tragedy when he firsts gets that mental image
Nevertheless, he pushes through the night.
Eventually, he’s sitting at his usual spot near the fire, unhappily grumbling to himself, sounding like a real dwarf. His mind is racing, and he can’t seem to get the thoughts to stop. So, for one last time that evening, he walks out of the hall, preparing to return to the tavern for a drink and a song from Maryden. That’s when he sees his beloved standing by the gate, quietly talking with a solider who leads their horse away. They’ve returned and they’re safe, that’s all he needed to know.
When The Inquisitor finally catches a glimpse of their lover, all they see is a bright grin spread across his face.
Varric is happy to go along with whatever The Inquisitor wants, bed, a drink, a tale by the fire, he’s just relieved they’ve returned.
Vivienne: Vivienne lies to herself. The day that she hears The Inquisitor will be returning that evening, she nods and nonchalantly walks away. Yet she finds herself constantly checking the gate everytime there is movement in that direction. She has no idea why, however. Her friend, whom she doesn’t really call friend, is taking an awful long amount of time to just get back to Skyhold. 
She justifies her musings on The Inquisitor’s safety as rationally as she can. If The Inquisitor dies, Thedas will be lost. If The Inquisitor dies, her position in court may affected. If The Inquisitor dies, she will be sad-
That is what gives her pause. She straightens her back, hands quickly going to her face as if to smooth out her frown that was previously there, and then she turns on her heel and returns to her sofa. She attempts to swallow down her fear the entire day, but as the night swiftly covers Skyhold, she finds herself unable to sleep. The moons is high in the sky when she emerges from her room, robe tightly wrapped around her. She is sure not a single soul will see her in such a… vulnerable state. She quickly makes her way to the balcony again, and stays there for what feels like an entire age. But just as she gets ready to sigh and return to a sleepless night in her bed, she hears a disturbance coming from the gate. That is where she sees The Inquisitor, alive and perhaps wrapped in the arms of lover. And with a sigh of… relief? She quietly returns to her chambers. Never speaking of this again.
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deepinsideyourbeing · 2 months ago
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Mmmm quien sera, no?
Deaf!Enzo x reader smut donde Enzo se frusta al no ser capaz de escuchar a la lectora gemir y ella sin avisarle le pones sus manos en su garganta y el queda fascinado porque nunca se le ocurrió semejante idea
Kinktober, Día 28: Choking
Cuando conociste a tu novio lo primero que te llamó la atención fue su lenguaje corporal y sus expresiones faciales. Lo segundo, por supuesto, fue su voz y el hecho de que no la utilizaba porque se comunica casi exclusivamente mediante lengua de señas.
En unas pocas ocasiones intentó utilizar su discapacidad para rechazarte, argumentando (luego de derramar una que otra lágrima cuando tuvieron una conversación completa en lengua de señas) que no podrías sentirte plena a su lado, pero dejó de negarse la oportunidad de tenerte cuando entendió lo comprometida que estabas con comprenderlo.
Cuando llegaste a conocerlo descubriste que es fanático de las sonatas para contrabajo y que le encantan las tormentas eléctricas, ya que son frecuencias e intensidades que sí puede oír, aunque estas últimas pueden estar acompañadas de cambios en la presión atmosférica que invocan ese irritante y esporádico sonido que lo atormenta desde los siete años.
Es en esos momentos que te permite ver cuánto lo irrita su condición... Y en momentos como este también, cuando sus embestidas rápidas y profundas te cortan la respiración y te hacen gritar, pero él sólo puede ver las expresiones de placer que transforman tu rostro y te hacen morderte el labio.
Finge refugiarse en tu cuello, pero en realidad sólo busca estar más cerca de tu boca, porque tiene la esperanza de captar alguna frecuencia aguda con su oído derecho (el mejor, según múltiples estudios y especialistas). Tus uñas dibujando en su espalda y tus piernas abrazando su cintura logran distraerlo parcialmente de su objetivo, pero unos minutos más tarde se da por vencido y cesa sus movimientos.
Lo observás, entre preocupada y sorprendida, cuando se deja caer sobre el colchón. "¿Qué?" preguntás, pero en lugar de contestar cubre su rostro con su brazo y niega, dejando salir un interminable suspiro de frustración. Tomás su mentón entre tus dedos para llamar su atención y te mira con ojos vidriosos.
Con un gesto de furia señala su oreja. No es difícil descifrar qué intenta decirte.
Permanecen en silencio por unos segundos. Recordás la primera vez que escuchaste su risa, esa carcajada que se puede reconocer a kilómetros, también la primera vez que dijo tu nombre con esa voz grave y ronca por la falta de costumbre -veintitrés veces desde que se conocen, veintiún veces desde que son novios-, por no mencionar el desgarrador gemido de la primera vez que tuvieron sexo.
Enzo no puede compartir esos recuerdos, ya lo sabías, pero jamás pensaste en ese detalle desde esta perspectiva. Probablemente no recuerda cómo era su voz, porque la última vez que se oyó a sí mismo tenía siete años, y tampoco puede compartir esa sensación que te regala cuando oís tu nombre en sus labios: se siente especial, más valioso, como un tesoro.
Luego de reincorporarte te sentás sobre su regazo, tomás su muñeca y bajo su mirada curiosa llevás su mano hacia tu cuello. El calor de su palma contrasta con el frío de sus anillos, pero no te importa el escalofrío que provoca e incluso lo disfrutás, ya que podés ver sus ojos oscureciéndose nuevamente por la sombra del deseo.
Guiás su miembro nuevamente hacia tu entrada y cuando te dejás caer sentís la manera en que sus dedos se contraen. Enzo jadea cuando la calidez y humedad de tus paredes lo rodean por completo, pero no se deja llevar por el placer, mantiene los ojos abiertos para poder apreciar cómo se ve su mano en tu cuello.
En cuanto percibe las vibraciones de tus gemidos su abdomen se tensa. Sonreís -una sonrisa que sólo puede catalogarse como obscena- y él quiere halagarte por ser tan increíble, tan inteligente, tan ingeniosa, pero para hacerlo necesitaría de ambas manos y no está dispuesto a dejar de sentirte. No puede.
Movés tu cadera lentamente y gemís con fuerza por la sensación que provoca con su tamaño. Disfrutás sentirlo en los lugares más profundos de tu cuerpo, el placer que se vuelve más extremo con cada minuto que pasa, la manera en que el roce con su pelvis estimula tu clítoris y amenaza con desbordarte, pero...
Disfrutás más verlo arrojar la cabeza hacia atrás, con su cabello cayendo en todas direcciones sobre la almohada, mientras su mano -decorada con las venas que tanto te gusta sentir bajo las yemas de tus dedos- permanece en tu cuello y sus dedos presionan en los lados.
Es nuevo y peligroso, sí, pero lo desconocido y sus implicaciones dejan de importarte cuando Enzo, luego de sentir tus gemidos prolongándose y convirtiéndose en gritos, comienza a mover sus caderas para embestirte. El sonido del impacto entre su cuerpo y el tuyo es adictivo.
Perdés el equilibrio por la fuerza de sus estocadas pero te sujetás de su muñeca: podés sentir su pulso descontrolado bajo tus dedos y en ese preciso instante en el que comprendés cómo él percibe tu placer, te perdés en el orgasmo. En un principio intentás no gritar, pero la incoherencia propia del clímax y la falta de oxígeno no son suficientes para olvidar que él necesita ruido.
Cuando Enzo llena tu interior, manchando con su semen tus paredes sensibles y aún pulsantes, el sonido de sus respiraciones se sincroniza y resuena entre las paredes de la habitación. Por un instante lamentás que tampoco pueda oír esto, pero su mano en tu pecho te hace olvidar ese absurdo pensamiento, porque recordás que sí puede saber cómo se siente.
-Te amo- dice con voz quebradiza.
Sonreís. "Te amo" contestás con una seña.
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gardensofbabilon · 2 months ago
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who's that guy? - nicholas chavez x fem! recalt! reader
a/n: vou confessar que meu cérebro deu muitas voltas pra ter uma ideia, entãoo vamos la
summary ★: você traz seu irmão e os amigos dele para te visitar depois que seu trabalho como modelo permitiu que fosse descobrir novos cantos do mundo.. até que ele conhece um gostoso que você nunca tinha colocado os olhos.
warnings: palavrões
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snrecalt fazendo minha parte como irmã (trouxe o matías e sua gangue para respirar o ar sujo de los angeles)
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user76 algo me diz que LA ficou pequena pro tanto de traição
matiasrecalt da próxima vez por favor me abrigue em casa, não quero mais dividir airbnb com um desconhecido
↳ snrecalt você quis*** nem vem.
vogrincicenzo hospitalidade 10! (ela me fez escrever isso)
zendaya inspo pra sempre! (curtido pelo autor)
recaltgirls por favor me leva na próxima!!!
matiasconha alguém me informa se a maconha é legal em LA?
sngirlfriend quem é a linda na 2 foto?
lsdlncentral só os de verdade sabem o quanto esperávamos por isso
blaspolidorii quero morder a bundinha saborosa do matias!
user28 sera que eles nao querem me adotar
user13 matiasrecalt posta o rommate gostoso!
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matiasrecalt Uma câmera, um Matías e um sonho
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user13 ESSE É O ROOMMATE GOSOTOS?????????????????
user1 AI QUE HOMEM GOSTOSO DEUS ME DA
user7 PELO AMOR DE DEUS ERA ESSE O DOS COMENTÁRIOS?
nicholasalexanderchavez a câmera roubada né**
snrecalt você não cansa dessa cara feia n
snrecalt PERA AI
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snrecalt MATIAS RESPONDE AS MENSAGENS
snrecalt AS TETAS VEY
↳ user22 O SURTO AO VIVO ↳ snsimps MORRENDO DE RIR ↳ user33 EU TE ENTENDO SN
kuku.esteban matias favor responder essa maluca ela ta me importunando.
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snrecalt começou a seguir nicholasalexanderchavez
nicholasalexanderchavez começou a seguir snrecalt
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nicholasalexanderchavez Novo shoot saindo! Uma entrevista eletrizante com a gqmen.
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snrecalt ME DA UMA CHANCE
↳ user22 uma de nós frr
vogrincicenzo Fico feliz de passar a coroa para você (curtido pelo autor)
user9 impossível não se apaixonar
nickchavezgf eu quando sou o mais gostoso do mundo
nacupdates eu também ficaria louca, SN
snscloset como que ta todo mundo ignorando o fato dele ter citado a sn na entrevista??
↳ user44 ELABORE??? NAO CONSIGO LER ↳ closetosn ele disse que o crush era mútuo a um tempo atrás, mas o espaço do coração foi preenchido 💔💔💔
user283 eu aqui esperando ele ficar solteiro para a snrecalt ter uma chance
user88 como será que a sn esta..
matiasrecalt saudades, irmão!
↳ nicholasalexanderchavez quero você em LA outra vez! ↳ user2 só ele???
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snrecalt meus pronomes são U S A RAAAAAAAAAAAAAWHHH 🦅🦅🦅
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nicholasalexanderchavez adorei o segundo look!
↳ snrecalt meu stylist pessoal escolheu! ↳ user44 e sua namorada nicholas?????????
francolapinto traindo a argentina.. veja bem
recaltgirls eu quando sou a maior itgirl do mundo
pardellaagustin CADE NOSSA IRMÃ LATINA??
snupdates quem tirou essas fotos em..
↳ snrecalt matiasrecalt obvy! ↳ matiasrecalt ah sim diretamente do interior de buenos aires
lsdlnupdates EU VI ESSE COMENTÁRIO
user62 É A JAQUETA DO NICK???
pipedetails EU VIRANDO ARGENTINA QUANDO O PIPE DISSE QUE ERA PATRIOTA
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nicholasalexanderchavez O Nick de 15 anos esperou a vida toda por isso e no final das contas eu não sei guardar segredo, eu amo ela demais pra poder esconder!
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snrecalt E NOSSO SOFT LAUNCH??? mas eu te amo do mesmo jeito!
user62 EU SABIA!!
recaltgirls E EU ACHANDO Q IA TER QUE TORCER PRA ELA SER AMANTE
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snrecalt ano novo, vida nova e o mesmo amor! grazzie mile
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alice-angel12x · 10 months ago
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Born of Unkown Stardust
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Ch. 4
summary: The angles formed the world and all mortal life from dust. One day from the unknown the angels came across bizarre dust, that seemed to have a will of its own. It refused to be molded and shaped to the angel's will. So they cast it aside, till a certain angel got his creative hands on it.
(bittersweet story) (platonic) Lucifer x (???) Reader x Sera
<-Part 3/ Part 5 ->
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Yuu Cried out as pure energy flowed from them like a roaring river. The vortex thrashed and trashed everything in the room, as Yuu let everything flow. Sera watched in worry as the energy started to get stronger with no signs of stopping. The roof above the child threatened to give way, so without a thought Sera rushed to Yuu.
She quickly wrapped her arms around the crying child. But the energy rushing out of Yuu burned her skin as she held the child close. The energy was hot?... Cold? All she could tell was that hurt like Hell.
(Song You'll be in my heart)
"Come stop your crying It will be alright Just take my hand Hold it tight I will protect you From all around you" Sera sang, straining through the pain.
Yuu's thrashing started to slow a bit. Sera slowly and gently held the child's hand, giving it a small squeeze.
"I will be here Don't you cry
For one so small You seem so strong My arms will hold you Keep you safe and warm," Sera continued as the flow of energy started to weaken, very slowly.
"This bond between us Can't be broken I will be here don't you cry," She sang as Yuu slowly curled up close to her.
"Cause you'll be in my heart Yes, you'll be in my heart From this day on Now and forever more," As The angel sang, Yuu's cries became soft whimpers as the cortex finally vanished.
"You'll be in my heart No matter what they say You'll be here in my heart Always," Sera sang as she looked at the destruction around the room. She slowly walked out of the room to Yuu's room to tuck them in.
"Always," She finished as she gently tucked the blanket over Yuu. With that, she quietly turns to leave.
"Don't leave. Don't leave," Yuu whimpered in their sleep.
Sera paused for a moment and looked at the door. Yet her heart wouldn't allow her to go, not after what she saw. So with a sigh, Sera sat down in a comfy chair in the room and slowly drifted to sleep.
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Crash!!!
Sera gasped awake at the sound of crashing plates. She looks over to Yuu's bed to see it is empty. She quickly rushed down to the kitchen to see. Yuu... Making Pancakes? How were they making pancakes? They're a child!
"Ah Sorry, Ms.Sera! I was making SorryCakes. But some pans fell over," Yuu said as they cleaned up the spilled dishes.
"Sorrycakes?" Sera asked with a confused chuckle.
"Sorry Pancakes. Cause I of that," Yuu said as they pointed to Sera's burns on her arms and torso.
"Oh, Well apology accepted Yuu," Sera said as she used her magic to clean the mess around the kitchen. "Did Lucifer teach you how to make pancakes?"
"I watched him, so I copied what he did. I got better at it when I had to cook for myself... When he left me...Alone," Yuu said as they placed the plate in front of Sera.
"Thank you," Sera smiles and takes a few bits out of the food. "How are you feeling?"
"I don't know. I think sad...Angry? I don't know, I just... I just want me Da," Yuu said weakly. "Was what Da did really that bad?"
"I'm afraid so. He has let Roo take hold of Earth and now her influence will reign over humanity forever," Sera explained.
"Why is that a bad thing? It only affects humans, and not us," Yuu pointed out.
"If only it were that simple. Humans are mortal and don't live forever like you and I. Originally when they passed on, their souls would join us in heaven. However now that sin has entered Earth, we can't accept bad souls into our realm," Sera explained.
"Bad souls?" Yuu asked.
"Humans who in life have done bad things, committing sin," Sera said slowly, trying the best she could to explain to the child.
"So if souls don't sin, and stay good. They can come to heaven?" Yuu asked slowly.
"Or at least lived a not-to-sinful life," Sera nodded.
"So If... If I help humans not be bad... And not sin. Can Da come back?" Yuu asked with slight hope.
Sera sighed sadly as she could see the gears turning in Yuu's head.
"I'm not really sure if it is possible. Lucifer's banishment was decided by the vote of the elder council," Sera tried to explain. But she could already see the gears turn in the young child's head.
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60 Years Later
Suddenly a grand bell rang. A Human soul has arrived in heaven.
"What's that?" Yuu asked.
"The first human soul has arrived in heaven. Come, let go welcome them," Ser smiles as she holds her hand to Yuu.
"Okay," Yuu said nervously as they held Sera's hand.
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The angels of all ranks stood at the pearly gates, all excited as they welcomed this first human. I've never seen them so excited before. Sera parted the crowd as I followed closely behind her to see this human.
And there he was standing in the middle of the crowd, who looked on in awe. Yet The human seemed really freaked out as he looked around frantically.
"Abel! Abel!" The human man cried out. "Where's my Son?! Where Is Eve!?"
"Son? Where is his family?" I asked Mother Sera.
"Wait right here okay," She said gently as she flys over the Human.
I watched as Sera spoke to the human, who was tiny compared to her. As She spoke to him, at first, he was upset and yelling. When suddenly he wasn't, he was quiet and sad. Only to quickly fly off somewhere, and no one followed. I hope he is okay.
So, Silently I followed this human. He flew off to some distant cloud to sit in silence. Slowly I inched my way closer and closer when he suddenly turned. Quickly spotted me.
“What? What are you? You don’t looks like the others,” Adam questioned.
“I’m… Huh… I don’t really know. My Dad created me,” I answered honestly.
“Why are you here?” Adam asked sharply.
“W-why are you sad. Is it because your family isn’t here?” I asked softly.
“There not, and it’s all because of that Bi-… S-Snake of a women’s fault,” Adam stumbled as he looked at me.
I wonder what he was going to say, and who is the snake Women?
“E-Eve?” I asked slowly.
“No! Lilith! I knew she was up to no good. I should have listened to my gut, and sent her away when she came back,” Adam said in anger as he passed back and forth.
"What did Lilith do?" I asked.
"She tricked my wife, and know she is condemned forever. When Eve out of anyone should be up here. Lilith and her stupid Angel lover screwed her over. Just to get back at me," Adam said bitterly.
'wait angel lover? Can't be right?' Then I remembered something, from the last night I saw Da. He was working on something. Saying that "she" believed in his dreams. And hidden behind his arm was a small red fruit, crafted and embued with magic.
"Did Lilith use a red fruit of some kind?" I asked slowly.
"Yeah an Apple," Adam confirmed but paused as he stopped to look at me. "Why do you ask?"
"That was my Da. I saw him working on it. But he promised me he wouldn't cause trouble! He promised," I said weakly. That promise is nothing known.
Adam just sighed in frustration as he randomly tousled my hair. He simply sits down and stares into the distance.
"Looks like you were also screwed over by Lilith. She screwed me out of being with my wife, Screwed Eve out of getting into heaven, and you out of a Father," Adam said simply as we sat in silence.
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"Yuu! Yuu where did you go!" Sera called out as she searched for them.
As she looked around she spotted them, Adam looked up to see her. He turned to Yuu to turn their attention to Sera. The seraphim smiled in relief as she opened her arms as Yuu floated into her embrance.
"Thank you Adam for finding them," Sera nodded.
"No problem," He said plainly as he walked off.
As Sera carried Yuu away, she noticed that Yuu was still deep in thought. Very troubled thoughts.
"What's on your mind Yuu?" Sera asked.
"Adam said that Da was Lilith's lover... What is a lover?" Yuu asked.
Sera stuttered a bit as she quickly came up with a child-friendly explanation.
"Lovers is something that happens between two adults. When they love each other very much, they want to spend the rest of their lives together. And eventually, start a family all their own," Sera explained.
Yuu remained silent for a bit as they mulled over the information. When Yuu slowly asked again.
"So... Da loved Lilith more? And that's why he chose not to keep his promise?" Yuu asked, their eyes began to water. "Did... Did Da no longer want me? To be with me?"
Sera gasped as he held the poor child and they began to cry.
"Was it cause I couldn't make the world we said we'd make fast enough? I tried, I really Tried! I worked so hard," Yuu said as the tears started to roll down Yuu's cheeks.
"Oh, Yuu. It is not your fault. Lucifer loves you very much. But the love he felt for Lilith blinded him from realizing he had someone important home. He left you alone for days on end for Lilith. That was selfish of him," Sera comforted Yuu. "If only he slowed down to see how much. How far and beyond you went for him, to make a world for him."
Yuu hugged Sera tightly, their little arms wrapping around Sera's neck.
"Now, let's get lunch," Sera smiles.
"PANCAKES!" Yuu says as they try to wipe all the tears away.
"Pancakes? Didn't you have enough pancakes for a lifetime," Sera chuckled.
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Meanwhile in Hell
Lucifer was able to create a safe castle within hell for himself and Lilith. Lilith slept soundly on the soft king-size bed that she shared with Lucifer. Sadly as the new queen slept peacefully, the king on the other hand was haunted. He thrashes and turns on his bed as falls into a dream.
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Between Breaths (An XXX Perspective) - Terzo x Reader
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Summary: You're the Head Witch at the Ministry. Arguably at times you hold more power than the current Papa, Papa Emeritus III. You've always hated him and you assumed the feeling was mutual. But what happens when he calls you out on it?
song: between breaths (an xx perspective) by blaqk audio
A/N: had an idea that was encouraged by @copias-juicebox, @fishwithtitz, and @da-rulah. you can thank them or blame them for this. idk i guess i have terzo brainrot. enjoy the absolute filth that is this one shot. (pictures for the mood board all found on pinterest)
word count: 6.5k
warnings: MDNI. enemies to lovers, angst, female reader, hate sex, semi-public sex, library sex, oral m-receiving & f-receiving, face fucking, deepthroating, dom!terzo, brat!reader, edging, fingering, squirting, p in v, face slapping, unprotected sex, cream pie, using a belt as a makeshift whip, choking, lots of bickering banter before the smut, not really proofread, self-translated italian
Being the Head Witch of the Satanic Church definitely had its perks. For example, you could go in and out of the restricted section of the library as you pleased without having to provide any explanation as to why you needed a certain book, your living quarters rivaled that of the highest clergy members, and you were the one calling the shots with anything related to magic, be it a conjuring or a protection spell, a cord cutting. Sometimes your power within the Ministry rivaled that of Papa, the Anti-Pope, much to his chagrin, of course. 
Brothers and Sisters of Sin alike flocked to you, not only for your expertise, but because you were drop dead gorgeous, charismatic, feisty, and because you had power. With your office being directly across from Papa’s, you would often catch him glaring at you from his desk as the door to your office might have been a revolving one with how many people were in and out of it. And especially during major holidays, did the Children of the Ministry come knocking at your door. It sometimes seemed like they had forgotten about their darling Papa Emeritus III. They only had eyes for you. That drove him crazy and thus, your rivalry was born.
Despite seeming to have it all, it grew tiring to be constantly surrounded by so many people. Having company at night was great and all, but the connections were vapid. You had no choice but to keep any and all suitors at arm’s length; it was safer that way, both for you and for them. Your work was demanding and that would always come first. There was an aching loneliness that gnawed at you, but you refused to acknowledge it. Relationships, true connection, only got in the way. You weren’t the youngest Head Witch the church had ever seen, barely even in your thirties, because you spent time curating intimate and genuine relationships in the hopes of one day starting a family. You had ambitions, goals, and nothing would get in the way of that.
This led to quite the paradox: you were surrounded by people, loved and excelled at your job, and even craved solitude, but the loneliness that clawed at your heart could be suffocating.
Tonight was one of those paradoxical nights where you wanted nothing more than to be alone, but you wished there was someone you could be alone with – no expectations, no ulterior motives, just the mere act of coexisting with someone who had chosen you and you had chosen them. Often, you would find yourself in the library on nights like this. People would be too engrossed in their own studies to pay you any mind. Or you would just stay in the restricted section, knowing very few people had access to it. 
It was quiet enough that you found yourself just outside the off-limits occult books. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, perhaps you’d know when you found it. 
Too lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the last person you wanted to see walking towards you until it was too late to make a swift getaway. “Buona sera, cara mia (my dear),” greeted the illustrious Papa as he leaned his back against the bookshelf, an arrogant smirk on his face. 
You set your book on the shelf in front of you as your head tilted back with an exasperated sigh escaping you. “What do you want, Terzo? I’m not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.” 
He put a gloved hand to his chest and gasped dramatically. “I am offended.”
“Clearly not enough to leave me alone.”
“Ah, you see, that I cannot do, because I’m looking for something, a book actually, and I just so happened to see you, and perhaps you could find it in your cold, black heart to help me.”
It was your turn to gasp dramatically as you slowly turned to face him. “You can read?!”
Terzo rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Will you help me or not?” he asked curtly. 
“Sure! The children’s section is downstairs, to the left, all the way to the back. You can’t miss it.”
“I didn’t rise to Papa with the reading level of a toddler,” he retorted with an edge to his voice.
“You’re right, my mistake. It must have been the nepotism.” 
He let out a frustrated puff as he pushed himself away from the bookshelf and started to walk away. Your quiet chuckle was loud enough so that he turned on his heel and walked right back up to you. “I don’t understand why you hate me so much.”
“Because you’re a pompous figurehead with a constant need for attention who’s had nearly everything handed to him and the fact your dick sees more traffic than the 405 on a Friday night during rush hour.” You spoke with an air of nonchalance like you were just spouting off a common factoid as you turned to face him, crossing your arms. The bookshelves now against your back.
His eyes turned to slits. “Who am I to turn down those that hand themselves to me willingly? And don’t act like your body count isn’t as high as mine. If anything, I’d bet it’s higher judging from how many people I see – and hear – coming and going from your office,” he spat. 
“Well, at least the lives of the people I fuck actually improve afterwards when the spells come to fruition. They aren’t just fucking me for clout and just to say they did only to find out you’ve already moved on to your next conquest.” Your upper lip started to curl upwards into a sneer, but you did your best to control it. The last thing you wanted to do was give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of you.
“Oh, spare me the righteous act, dolcezza.” 
“It’s not a ‘righteous act’ to make my intentions clear to my partners. Maybe you should try that out sometime. Sure would save me a lot of work.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, glaring at you as he took a step towards you.
“It means that your escapades upset enough people that they come to me to seek retribution. Against you. You have no idea how much thankless damage control I have to do for your pathetic ass.”
Clearly, that jab had the opposite effect you intended. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he took another half step closer to you. “Are you implying you… protect me?” he asked slyly.
“Don’t fucking flatter yourself. I’m implying that I’m doing what I have to to keep Sister Imperator off my back.”
“But that is still protecting me from hexes and curses cast by the ones who let their feelings cloud the reality of the situation. And for the record, cara…” With another step forward he placed his hand on the shelf next to your shoulder, leaning in, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I make my intentions very clear.” You refused to acknowledge the way that made your stomach flip and your heart rate picked up speed.
You tried to take a step away from him, but were only met with shelves digging into your back. The crease in your forehead deepened as you clenched your jaw. It wasn’t until you saw his eyes dart between your eyes and your lips did your arms uncross from your chest as you pushed him to the side. “You’re an insufferable rompicoglioni (pain in the ass), you know that?” After turning your back on him, you only managed to get a few steps away before his next question stopped you in your tracks.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it…” 
You tilted your head to the ceiling, your eyes shut, as you let out a deep breath. “Thought about what?” you asked through your still gritted teeth. He stayed silent. You shook your head and turned around to face him again. “Thought. About. What?” you practically growled your repeated question.
He stood there, leaning against the bookshelves, with his bottom lip seductively in between his teeth as he raised his eyebrows at you. “Do I really need to answer that question?” he chuckled. 
“I can’t fucking stand you,” you said as you turned to leave his stupid, smirking face behind you. Again, you didn’t get very far when you felt a gloved hand grab your wrist, his grip just tight enough to halt you and turn you to face him. 
“Have you ever thought why that is, streghetta mia (my little witch)?” he cooed, bringing his other hand to gently caress your cheek. 
“I am not your little—” you began defiantly until he interrupted you. His words suddenly became harsher, much more serious. 
“Rispondimi (answer me),” he demanded, his grip tightening on your wrist. His hand on your cheek went from a feather light touch, to forcefully grabbing the side of your neck, aiding in the way he pulled you to him so that almost no space remained between you. 
“I already told you why,” you said through your teeth. Your whole body tensed being this close to him. If it was a losing battle, you desperately tried to fight the lost cause of keeping your composure. His deliciously delicate Italian cologne didn’t affect you. The heat from his body didn’t affect you. How roughly he handled you definitely didn’t affect you. 
“No. I don’t think you did, because I don’t think you can admit the truth.” The intensity of his stare burned into you (but it absolutely did not affect you). He pulled you into the crook of his neck. Biting the inside of your cheek was the only way you could ground yourself, focus on the task at hand — not letting him win. He was so close to you that you could feel his lips moving against your ear as he murmured, “Everything you hate about me… is what you hate about yourself, amore.” 
You lost sight of him; all you could see was red. Twisting your wrist, you broke free from his grasp. Your hands flew up to his chest as you shoved him back. He stumbled slightly, bracing himself on the bookshelves. The amused half-smile on his face told you everything you needed to know: he was loving every second of this. “Seems I’ve struck a nerve, hm?”
“You fucking asshole! I am nothing like you.” The venom clinged to your words.
“You’re not? You don’t enjoy the company of others under the guise of tending to the flock when all you crave is real connection? You don’t flaunt your ‘power’ to make up for every inadequacy you feel about yourself?” He sauntered up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders as if the slightest movement would shatter you.
“You don’t know the first thing about me,” you mumbled through barely parted lips. 
“How long are you going to keep telling yourself that, hm?” he purred, hooking his finger under your chin, which you pushed away. You tried to back away from him, but yet again, you were stopped by the bookshelf.
“If you’re so self aware, then why do you still act like a piece of shit?”
He leaned forward, putting a hand on either side of you, caging you in. “Because, streghetta, the only connection worth pursuing thinks I’m a pompous pain in the ass fucking asshole piece of shit figurehead with the reading ability of a four year old. Did I remember everything?” he smirked.
His mismatched eyes burned into yours. His white iris seemed to be almost glowing in the dim library light. The heat that was starting to burn in your center made you stay put. Your only movement came from your head quickly turning to the side as you heaved an insolent breath. Breaking eye contact was the only thing you could think of doing right now, but even that was short lived. He emphatically grabbed your face, silently ordering you to look at him, your cheeks smushing together between his thumb and index fingers. “I asked you a question. Stop being a brat and rispondimi,” he hissed.
“Kinda hard with my jaw in your hand,” you managed to mutter.
“I understood you just fine.” He pressed harder into your face. The longer you were silent, the more pressure he added.
“F-fine! Yes! That’s what I think of you, stronzo,” you spat. 
“Brava ragazza. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” he praised softly. The back of his fingers returned to graze your cheek. 
You couldn’t help but press your lips into a thin line as you mulled over when he said “...the only connection worth pursuing…” 
“Thinking about what I said?” His hand slid down your neck to your collarbone.
“No,” you replied immediately. Your eyes quickly flitted up to the ceiling at how easily you gave yourself away, which earned you a light, airy laugh. “Wait. Yeah. If this is the ‘only connection worth pursuing’ then what’s taken you so long? Did you have to test out all the others to make sure it was the right choice?” 
“You’re too busy scowling at me to notice me noticing you.”
“No, not quite. Try again.”
“This is one of the very few times I’ve been able to catch you alone.”
“Oh, please. Your office is directly across from mine. And I have seen you on multiple occasions staring at me when your door is open,” you scoffed.
“And every time, before I can even think about getting up from my chair, you slam the door shut,” he countered, twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers. 
Swatting his hand away, you said, “Still not the real answer.”
“Then what is?” He let his hand fall to your shoulder and slowly began to cascade down your arm.
“You don’t think you’re good enough for someone like me.” With a challenging tilt of your head and raise of your eyebrows, you watched as astounded annoyance clouded his eyes. “Yeah, two can play this game.” You straightened out the collar to his shirt and trailed your fingers down to adjust the top buttons with your eyes focused on your small task. They only looked back into his eyes when you mockingly added, “Caro.”
Finally, you struck a nerve. He took both your wrists and pinned them down beside you. “Before tonight’s over, I’ll show you I’m more than good enough for you.”
You tossed your head back as you laughed, craning your neck to watch his reaction. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. I’ve seen the way your conquests look when they leave your office. It doesn’t take a genius to know you’re a good fuck. It does, however, take a certain kind of person to notice how you never seem completely satisfied… like something’s missing…”
Pressing his body flush against yours, he leaned down and whispered, “Like I said earlier, amore, it’s the craving for real connection, which of course, you of all people would notice something like that.” You could feel the warmth of his breath dancing over a sensitive spot on your neck. “Because… you’re just… like… me…” he added breathlessly as he dragged his lips along your neck before he pulled himself away to stare into your eyes.
The desire pooling between your legs was inescapable. Your eyes darted from his to his lips before returning to the mismatched eyes that watched your every subtle movement. That was all the invitation he needed before he released your wrists to take your face in his hands as your lips crashed together. Just because you lost the battle didn’t mean you couldn’t win the war. 
Your hand flew to the nape of his neck where you threaded your fingers in his hair. He moaned into your mouth when you started pulling. Your other hand balled the fabric of his shirt at his hip into your fist. 
He broke the kiss only to leave a sloppy trail of kisses down our neck where he began to suck and nip at it. You let your head fall back and your grip in his hair tighten. He maneuvered himself so he was pressing his thigh between your legs and without a second thought, as a breathless moan escaped your lips, you began to rut against him. “I still… fucking hate you…” you panted. 
Before he could make his clever retort, your heads turned towards the sound of the door opening. You could hear the light sound click-clacking of heels on the floor below. Terzo couldn’t even get his suggestion out before you pushed him off you, taking his hands in yours and leading him deeper into the library. He eyed you curiously, an impish grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.  
When the sounds of the other patrons faded, you slammed back against a random stack and pulled him against you, assuming your previous formation. “Are you sure you want to do this here?” he asked in between open mouthed kisses on your neck. 
“I wouldn’t have dragged you over here if I wasn’t.”
His gaze lingered over you as if to double check you were telling the truth. He nodded once. “Bene. Safe word?”
“Rigatoni.” He tilted his head at you, a quizzical look on his face. “What? Do you prefer ziti?”
“No, just an… interesting choice.”
“Non verbal is two taps and a pinch, but first,” you said as you held his wrist one hand and started taking off one of his gloves in the other, “the Mickey Mouse gloves are coming off.” His eyes narrowed into slits as he let you remove his gloves, placing them in his back pocket. You gave his ass a hard slap when you were done, leaning back on the stack behind you, with an exaggerated and triumphant smile on your face. 
Taking your face in his now bare hand, he held it like he did just moments ago. He put his other hand beside your head, pressing his body into your and leaning forward, “I’m not going to hold back, streghetta.” He lowered his voice, making it sound husky and gravelly. He let go of you, roughly pushing your head to the side as he did so.
“Good. Don’t want you to,” you paused before you giggled, doing your best Mickey Mouse impersonation. 
That earned you a smack across the face. It wouldn’t leave a mark, but you felt the sting go straight down to your core. You looked up at him with a daring smirk. 
You could see the anger ice over his eyes. His features darkened. “Be careful what you wish for.”
You yanked him toward you, your fists grabbing his shirt as leverage as you purred in his ear, “Do your worst, papino.” 
His hand wrapped around your bicep so tightly, you knew there would be a bruise there tomorrow. He dragged you through the aisles of books to the study area. He let go of you only for a moment to turn you away from him as he pushed you down onto the table in front of you. Biting your lip, you pressed your thighs together, needing some semblance of relief. 
Mismatched eyes watching you like a hawk, of course he noticed. “Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted. You heard the faint clinking of a belt buckle and the slide of leather. Using his knee, he nudged your legs away from each other. “Brats like you don’t get anything until they’ve been properly punished.” You chewed on your lip as he folded his belt, allowing for him to have more control. 
The brisk air hit the back of your legs as he lifted your maxi skirt up, exposing yourself to him. He put the belt in his mouth, freeing his hands, so he could yank your panties off you. Your ankle lifted off the ground, causing you to throw one of your hands to the edge of the table to save your balance. The belt went into his left hand, he placed it beside you as he leaned over you, pressing his still clothed erection into your bare ass. “Mmm, you say you hate me so much and yet here you are, already so fucking wet for me.” Not giving you any chance to make a smart ass comment, he shoved your underwear into your mouth. 
Pushing off of you, he caressed your ass like he was mapping out where the belt would strike you. He went from the left corner down to the right, being mindful enough not to even graze your cunt, giving no reprieve whatsoever. Then he repeated the motion going from the right corner down to the left. 
Thwack!
Without warning, the belt made contact with your skin. Tears instantly sprang in your eyes, having been taken by surprise. The force of the blow made you cry out, but the sound was muffled; it just sounded like a poor excuse of a whimper.
“Still think you can handle this, streghetta mia?” 
“Mhmm,” you hummed as you nodded – your tone still defiant.
Thwack!
You were actually thankful for the makeshift gag in your mouth, which gave you something to bite down on as you took the pain.
“If I had known–” thwack! “ –That this is what it took–” thwack! “ –to get you to shut your goddamn smart ass mouth up–” thwack! “ –I would have done this so much sooner.” Thwack!
He leaned over you again, this time pressing a kiss to your shoulder before asking if you were okay. Blinking tears away, you nodded. You were more than okay. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this alive.
“Hmm, I’m not sure I’m completely convinced…” he mused as he stood up. Just as you went to loosen the white knuckle grip you had on the table’s edge, you felt his thumb trail down from your taint, through your folds, and onto your clit, which he circled twice. You moaned loudly. “Mmm,” you could hear him sucking your arousal off his finger, “yes, you are doing quite alright.”
You practically squealed when suddenly one of his fingers slid right inside you. He wasted no time finding the spot that could make you scream. You whined when he removed himself from you, but it was only to flip you over onto your back. Without thinking, your leg hooked around his waist, anchoring him to you. He looked down at you, smirking, before he plunged his middle and ring fingers inside of you. Your eyes rolled back with your head that rested on the table. Your back arched.
And then he began the assault of pressure; his fingers curled up, furiously tapping on your sweet spot. You swear you had never been this wet for anyone before. The noises coming from your cunt only made you clench harder around his fingers. His movements were so hard and so fast, you were almost being lifted off of the table. You were so close, so close. Despite the makeshift gag, you were screaming. Just as the coil in your core was about to snap, he was gone. Your eyes snapped open, wide with rage. Instantly you sat up. If looks could kill, he would have been dead at your feet.
“Stand up. Get on your knees.” For the first time tonight, you followed his instruction, but that was where your obedience ended.
“Figlio di puttana del cazzo (you fucking son of a bitch!)!” you snarled, looking up at him, after throwing the gag to the side. 
Shaking his head, he gathered your hair into a ponytail, tugging your head back. You earned your second slap of the night. He undid and took off his pants, tossing them haphazardly to the side. You watched as his leaking cock sprung out. At the sight of it, your mouth immediately began to water. “If you can stop being a fucking brat and actually put your mouth to good use, then maybe you’ll get a reward,” he seethed. He shoved two of his fingers into the corners of your mouth. “Open.”
There was no getting used to him. In what felt like mere milliseconds, his length was down your throat. The only thing you could think of, for just a fraction of relief, was to open your jaw as wide as you possibly could, but even that wasn’t enough. He held your hair like he was holding on for dear life, deep growls rumbled from his chest. With every thrust you could feel whatever leftover animosity he had towards you pouring into you. 
A near constant stream of tears cascaded down your face. You could barely see his smirk as you gagged around him. Abruptly, he stopped, pulling himself away from your mouth. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. “Get up,” he commanded as he pulled you up by your hair. He only let go when you were standing. “Back on the table. On your back.” You relished the break, taking your time to do as you were told. He stayed looking down at you, a lust-crazed look on his face. Expectantly, you looked back up at him, waiting for whatever he had planned next. Grabbing you by the shoulders, he slid you to him so your head was hanging off the table. “Apri (open),” he breathed. 
Your eyes fluttered shut as you braced yourself for the second onslaught that never came. He slowly slid himself into your mouth, down your throat. You let the spit you saved from before getting on the table bubble up around him. This angle was a bit easier for you to take him. He used your ribs as leverage to thrust in and out of your mouth. A moan floated from his lips as his eyes closed, letting himself get lost in his own pleasure. You placed your hands on the back of his thighs. His lips curled over his teeth as he moaned again when you dug your nails into him. “Satanas, sei bella (you’re beautiful),” he murmured. Dragging his hands up, he wrapped them around your neck as he kept thrusting down into your mouth.
“Cazzo,” he groaned as he could feel himself in your throat. By this point, you said to hell with your gag reflex. It was easy to ignore while he incessantly fucked your face. He was slightly less aggressive with your neck bent over the edge of the table, his pace slower. As if savoring every inch of the feel of you, he pushed himself into you until your lips curled around his base. You couldn’t help, but moan. “Lucifer, fucking hell,” he growled. He repeated this a few more times before he backed away from you again, his breathing growing labored. You never took your eyes away from his as you spun around and got off the table. 
Kneeling in front of him again, you looked up at him with your tear-stained face and doe eyes sparkling. You started stroking his length before you took him in your mouth, tongue swirling around his swollen tip. Then you licked down his shaft until you took his balls in your mouth, gently sucking on them. He groaned as his head fell back. After you licked back up his length, teasingly slow, and took him back in your mouth did you begin bobbing your head up and down. When you moaned again, his hands tangled in your hair again. This time it wasn’t to cause you pain, but to find purchase and ground himself. “Fuck,” he hissed. He was close. You could see it. You could feel it. So you took his hips in your hands, digging your nails into his flesh. Looking up at him, you subtly nodded to him. His fingers curled and pulled at your hair. He sloppily thrusted into your face again and soon you felt his hot seed spilling down the back of your throat as he cried out.
He slumped forward somewhat as his high waned. You stood up, making sure to catch his dichromatic gaze as you did. You wiped the corner of your mouth and swallowed every drop he had given you. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you feverishly. As you gripped his wrists, he pulled you to him, pushing you back toward the stacks of books behind you until they met your back. You eyed him hungrily as your hands reached for his shirt, your nimble fingers sliding down as you unbuttoned it. Not even bothering to shove it all the way off him, you let your hands explore his chest. The only thing you heard was each other's heaving panting. He was on your lips again the second you made eye contact with each other, his tongue diving down your throat, doing an exploration of its own.
You moaned as you hooked your leg up on his hip, pulling him even closer to you. Resting his forehead on yours, he held your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks. “Time for a reward, sì? La mia brava ragazza (my good girl),” he cooed softly as he sank down on his knees. 
Your breath got caught in your throat as he lifted up your skirt to dive under it. “Oh fuck,” you breathed as he dragged his nails up your thighs. Throwing your leg over his shoulder, he dove right in, his tongue lapping up your wetness seeping from your slit. You moaned again as his nose nudged your clit and his tongue dipped inside you. Your right hand grabbed at his hair under your skirt while your left was sliding up and around on the shelves behind you as you tried to find the best angle to help keep yourself propped up. 
Taking his tongue out of you, he dragged it up to your bundle of nerves that were desperate for attention and started to suck on it as his tongue swirled around it. “Shit, s-shit!” you cried out. “Right… th-there. F-fuck. Fuck, Terzo. Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
His ministrations stopped, but only to shove two of fingers inside you. You mewled loudly; it didn’t matter if anyone was nearby or not. They could enjoy the free show at this point. Just as he had before, he was hitting your g-spot as if this was the thousandth time. You were seeing stars, but what you wanted to see… was him. “W-wait, wait, stop!” you panted. You were so close, you couldn’t finish just yet. You tapped him twice and he stopped before you could pinch him. He rushed out from your skirt, a confused look on his face that glistened from your arousal. 
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you said as you discarded your skirt. “I want to watch. I want to watch you make me cum,” you said lustfully as you perched your leg back onto his shoulder. Your hand threaded into his hair, holding on tightly as he resumed where he had left off. This time, his pace returned to that of the first time he had you like this. You bucked into his face, adding even more friction. “Holy fuck, yes. Terzo, please, don’t stop. P-please. Fuck! There! Yes! I’m cumming! I’m–” 
Removing his fingers from you, he aggressively rubbed your clit. You opened your eyes just in time to see him get showered with your juices as they streamed out of you. And that man lapped it up like it was his first drink of water after a hike in the desert. You sunk back into the stack behind you as he looked up at you through wet lashes. He looked like he got caught in the beginning of a downpour – and it was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen. Maybe you should fuck the people you hate more often if this was the result, because… this was still hatred you felt burning inside you. It had to be…
Afraid your shaky legs would give out on you if you tried to move, you stayed frozen in place. At some point your hand attached to Terzo was helping keep you upright on the shelving behind you. He stood up in front of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. When you were secure in his hold, his finger hooked under your chin, directing your hazy eyes to him. “Can you give me one more, amore?” he softly asked you. Eagerly, you nodded. He tilted his head, giving you a warning look. “Is la streghetta at a loss for words?”
“Yes,” you said, still nodding. “One more.”
“Va bene (okay), hard or easy?”
Your eyes darkened as more lust flared up in them again. “Don’t take it easy on me.” His lips curved up into a half smile that turned into a menacing smirk. 
A sharp gasp fell from your lips as he spun you around so you were facing the books in front of you. One hand reached in front of you, circling the sensitive bud between your legs. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, while his other hand encapsulated your throat. “Do you still hate me?” he questioned through his teeth as his hips bucked up into you, using your ass to provide himself with the friction he needed. 
“Yes,” you moaned wantonly. 
You felt his breathy laugh on your ear as his grip tightened around your neck. The blood supply being cut off shot pangs of heat right down to your center just as he removed his hand from there. The whine you were about to make died in your throat as you felt him dragging his cock through your still sopping folds. With a squeeze to your throat, and a bite to your shoulder, he pushed himself inside you. You wanted to be so irritated at how perfectly he filled you up, how your walls stretched to accommodate him, but you couldn’t, at least not right now. Not when it felt so good. Most of all, there was no hiding it from him. Not when the pornographic sounds were spilling out of you. The war was lost way before it even began.
At first, his thrusts were slow. It was like he was committing how you felt around him to memory. You mewled when he hit that perfect sweet spot. And then came the attack. 
With steady rhythm, he mercilessly pounded into you. Sounds of skin slapping skin, your unrelenting moans, the heaviness of both your breathing, filled the room. There was nothing else going on in the world, not in that moment. In that moment, there was just you. And there was just him. Coupled with the feeling of ecstasy. All you could do was claw at the shelves in front of you.
You felt the coil tightening again. With your head still back on his shoulder, you could feel your legs growing weak. His arm enclosed around you. His forearm pressing against your lower abdomen introduced a new sensation of pleasure that turned your vision white. Or maybe that just from the way his hand was still constricting around your throat. Probably both, but whatever the cause was, you didn’t care. 
“A-aga– I– I’m–” was all you managed to say as you felt even more of your juices gush from between your legs. He bit down onto your shoulder again as he moaned wantonly with it. You could feel he was about to pull out of you, probably to release his spend on your face, but you managed to wrap your arm around his back, letting him know to stay in place. 
With his erratic thrusts your arm fell. The overstimulation made it so the only words you could get out were “Inside. Cum inside.” As if on command, you could feel him emptying himself into you, filling you with his seed. After his hips stopped, you both stayed as you were. The hand on your throat slid down and across your waist as he held you there. He supported you as you put your weight back on him and your hands covered his. 
Time stood still as you both caught your breath. Once your breathing returned to semi-normal, did he finally pull out of you. You sighed at the feeling of emptiness.
Hesitantly, you stepped forward. You felt shaky (in the best possible way), but you weren’t going to fall over. “Hold on, amore.” You heard him whisper as you folded your arms on the shelf in front of you and rested your head on them. You hummed in response, staying where you were. You closed your eyes, basking in the blissful peace that was settling over you.
Behind you, you could hear the rustling of his clothes and his footsteps as he walked back over to you. In your near boneless state, you didn’t even register the absolute mess that was dripping from you until you felt soft fabric between your legs. You looked down to see Terzo cleaning you up with one of his gloves. 
“See? These Mickey Mouse gloves are good for something,” he teased.
You let out a genuine laugh. “Grazie,” you said tenderly. 
“That’s as good as we can get for now,” he said once he finished, punctuating his sentence with a couple light pats on your ass.
Playfully, you rolled your eyes and shook your head as you turned to go put your skirt back on. He followed suit. As you were smoothing out your outfit, he was doing the last few buttons on his shirt. You surveyed the scene around you. “I kinda feel bad for the Ghoul that has to clean this up,” you giggled. 
Terzo just smirked at you as he put his arm around your shoulders, guiding you both out of the library at a very leisurely pace. Wrapping your arm around his waist you said, “For the record, I still hate you.”
He rolled his eyes at you. “Has anyone ever told you that you are very stubborn, principessa (princess)?” 
“Nope, never,” you said with an exaggerated smile. 
His light laughter was cut short when you both noticed someone grumbling with their head down as they headed towards you. "Buonasera, fratello. Little late for a library visit, no?”
Secondo looked up at the sound of his brother’s voice. You could see his eyes scanning over the two of you, taking in the disheveled sight. The annoyed look permanently etched on his face deepened. “I could say the same to the both of you.” 
“I was minding my own business before this stronzo bothered me,” you said.
“Bothered is a funny way to put it, principessa,” Terzo grinned.
“Why are you here this late, Secondo?” you quickly asked in hopes of preventing Terzo from saying an offhand comment. The way one of Secondo’s eyebrows raised in suspicion wasn’t lost on you.
“An uncrossing spell. One of the Ghouls fucked up. Again,” he glowered. “And it’s falling to me to fix, since someone was unreachable.”
You tugged at Terzo to start walking again, too tired to deal with Secondo’s disgruntledness. “Of course, they did. Well, just, um, don’t go too far past the restricted section.” You and Terzo exchanged a look before picking up your pace. “Buonasera!” you added without looking behind you. 
Secondo saw both yours and Terzo’s shoulders shaking with laughter. He just shocked his head as he continued getting the book he needed. “About fucking time…” he grumbled.
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glorismorningstar · 8 months ago
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PARENTING
Pairing: Vox x fem!angel!reader
Summary: Now that little Pixel is born, you and Vox raise her thanks to a deal with Heaven and lots of chaos.
A/N: this is part two of PREGNANT, thank you sm for the request anon! Idk if it's the same one that asked for the first part but if it is I hope you like it <3
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VOX tends to get home late, so you usually spend the day with Pixel until he comes back
At the end of his work day, he greets his daughter like she's the most precious thing in the world
Because she is
And because she came out of the second most precious thing in the world
You see him with Pixel in his lap, her little screen staring at his bigger one and babbling something unintelligible
It almost makes you cry tears of joy
Vox normally struggles to be soft around others
Well, not exactly struggles as chooses not to, because he has a reputation to maintain
But when it comes to his family he'll do anything and everything to protect them
You notice that he seems much more himself around you and Pixel
Not that you're complaining, of course
You love this vulnerable side of him more than the eccentric, manipulative businessman he purports to be
Although if you mention it to him, he'd likely deny it
Still hellbent on keeping you away from Valentino
As a friend he's great, sure, but his filthy habits near his newborn daughter and the mother of the aforementioned daughter do not sit right with him
You're wary of keeping Velvette on babysitting duty, although Vox convinces you to try it once
Not the worst babysitting shift in the history of the world, which surprised you greatly
After you gave birth, Vox moved you and Pixel to another house to separate his family from his work life
He deems it to be safer
And he would be completely correct
That's why when Alastor returns, he flips out
He's afraid of losing you and his little Pixie to that smiling freak
And if he loses everything he's worked for, how will he support his family?
Honestly, you have no qualms about his borderline homoerotic obsession with Alastor
Of all the flaws he has, that might not be number one
And he could do much worse, in your opinion
As long as he doesn't act on it, you're completely fine with it
It's true that you're an angel and he's a demon, a seraphim and an overlord no less
It makes you wonder why Sera would agree to let you keep the child and spend your maternity leave wherever you wish
Pixel is technically a hellborn, but she's the child of a blessed and a damned soul
You don't know how that would work
When she comes of age, she'll have her court case to decide her fate, since as a newborn child she's still of indeterminate morality
As hard as it would be, Vox would want her to live a blessed life
Therefore he lets you raise her to be a good person
You teach the little girl kindness, empathy, generosity and care
The sight is bittersweet for Vox
On the one hand, he's proud of seeing his own blood be a better person than he is
On the other hand, he'd miss Pixie being home at the end of every day and clinging to his leg like a vice
"My sweet girl. Thank God you're just a baby. Dad doesn't want to give you away, but he knows it's the right choice."
You hear him talk to her like that one night, and tears spill from your eyes as you overhear the conversation
It breaks your heart to see him suffer like this
To give up his own child in this way, you know full well that you wouldn't be able to if the roles were reversed
"Da-da..."
You freeze in place when a little babbling voice reaches your ears, while Vox grins so hard and his eyes glisten with tears for a brief moment
"That's right, sweetie... dad's here. Dad's here."
You sniffle softly and walk over to sit beside him, resting your head on his shoulder and stroking the top of Pixie's screen
"I can't believe it. Time flew by so fast."
"I know... suddenly I'm seeing her go off to school."
You giggle at that, kissing Vox on the cheek and running your thumb over the edge of his screen with a little sniffle
"Are you sure you're okay with me taking her to Heaven?"
Vox sighs, expression dropping from the joy of the moment as he pauses to word his reply properly
"Yeah. It's not easy, but it's what she deserves. It's the life I want her to have."
You wrap your arms around his neck when he says so, affectionately caressing the back of his screen
"I'm really sorry. I know I'd be flipping out if I were in your place."
"Oh, believe me, I am. I'm just doing a stunningly good job at covering it up."
You chuckle softly, nuzzling your nose on his screen
He laughs along with you and plants a sweet kiss on your lips, then holds both you and Pixie close to his chest
Soon Pixel grows into a pre-teen
She has already sprouted her wings and goes to school
Vox suggests that you let her go on her own, as she can fly and he has cameras everywhere
And he'd definitely maul to death anyone who tries to mess with his daughter
But you're still extremely on edge, insisting that even if he could know when she's in danger, there's no way either of you would get there in time to save her
So you drop her off and pick her up by flight every day
She doesn't like it very much, but somehow understands it's for her own good
It isn't until she's 14 that she finds out about the Radio Demon
She first overhears it while passing by Valentino's tower when she drops by the Headquarters one day and decides to ask Vox about it
"Dad?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Who's Alastor?"
Vox is visibly aggravated
Electricity zaps across his antennae and racks his entire body as he struggles not to dig his clawed fingers in the table
"Ha, ha... where did you learn that name, Pixie?"
Pixel worries for his reaction, flinching back as she stutters out a soft, "I- I- I-"
"Lady Archangel Pixel of Pride and Kindness, tell me who told you about that freak right now!"
"I- I heard Uncle Val saying that name, and- and that he hears he's back...!"
Vox is seconds away from electrocuting the entire Pentagram
So today he's going to deal with explaining to his teenage daughter about some psychopath he used to know and is learning that he's back from his child
"Oh, no, because God forbid Valentino shut his mouth for once in his fucking life!"
He slams his fist on the table and buries his screen in his hands, resting his elbows on the table and attempting to take a few deep breaths
"Dad...?"
He looks up and sees his daughter's big eyes staring at him with concern
He must have scared her with his outburst
Vox frowns and gathers her in his arms, sighing as he plants a kiss on the top of her screen
"I'm sorry, Pixie, I'm sorry. Alastor used to be my partner."
Pixel looks to the side and back at him, blinking multiple times
This conversation just took quite the turn
"I'll probably regret this, but... partner as in...?"
"Business partner! Jesus Christ, Pixel!"
The young girl sighs in relief
Honestly, he couldn't blame her for jumping to that conclusion
Vox tells her about his partnership with Alastor, everything about what he's really like and what he could do to hurt them now
He knows she's mature enough to understand
"What I want you to do now is call your mother and ask her to come pick you up. Now."
"But-"
"Now, Pixel."
Pixel hesitates, eyes flickering around with worry as she finally stared up at Vox
"Do you trust me?"
"...yes. Yes, I trust you."
"Then do as I say. Please."
She can tell something's off, her father has never acted this way before
The girl throws her arms around him, burying her face in his chest
Vox wipes the tears from her eyes and gives her a reassuring smile, holding her screen in his hands
"I love you, okay?"
"I love you, too, dad..."
He presses another kiss to her forehead and squeezes her tight
He's so terrified of letting her go, but he knows that he has to, for her own good
"Go over to aunt Velvette's and ask her to call your mother. Tell her to meet me here as soon as she can and we'll come get you."
Pixel is extremely apprehensive, but obliges either way
As she trots off to Velvette's tower, Vox gets footage of the Hazbin Hotel from Valentino
Meanwhile, you receive Velvette's call and fly over to the Headquarters as fast as possible
Vox clings to you and squeezes you tight, cupping your cheeks in his hands and looking into your eyes
"Ask for an advance on the court date."
You swear you feel your soul leave your body when he says those words
You've been dreading this for so many years
"Vox, this- this can't be the only solution."
"She's in limbo, Y/N, and right now the good in her has the edge. Request sanctuary and ask Sera to move the date. Please."
With a heavy heart, you agree
He's right, if Alastor really is back, you need to get Pixel to safety
You hug Vox close, tucking your face in the crook of his neck and letting out a sob
You don't know if you're going to see him ever again, and that terrifies both of you to your very cores
"Don't cry, my love, don't cry."
"I love you, Vox."
"I know. I love you, too."
You share a last passionate kiss before departing, tears brimming both yours and his eyes as Velvette accompanies Pixel to say her goodbyes
Vox's farewell to his child is heartbreaking
He reassures her that he loves her and it's for her own good, even if he knows that deep down she'd never forgive him
You give Vox a last kiss before opening the portal to Heaven, letting the dimensions swallow up both of you, never to see Hell for years on end
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bokuto-kotaro · 5 months ago
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Avenger x male reader omegaverse headcanons
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• Okey, como primer punto tu como omega, entraste por un pequeño tecnisismo (muy grande) y es que tu aroma, lo que significa que realmente no tuviste que pelear ni pasar por una prueba despues de que te conocieran.
• Cuando entraste, te dieron una bonita habitacion, bastante lujosa, lastima que nunca la ocupes, Entonces, en las noches calidas cuando hace demasiada calor usualmente o siempre mejor dicho sueles dormir con Tony y Bucky ya que estos emanan una frialdad en sus cuerpos, Tony por sus corazon y Bucky por su cuerpo de metal.
• Y en cambio en las noches heladas cuando podria hacer tanto frio que te congelarias, sueles dormir bien calidamente y aferrado a Thor, Clint o Natasha, Thor tiene un cuerpo musculoso por lo tanto su cuerpo se puede decir que da más calor y siempre duermes más aferrado a él, no te suelta en toda la noche, en cuanto a Clint y Natasha estos se pueden decir que no tienen cuerpos tan musculosos pero Clint emana una linda calides de su cuerpo y te abraza toda la noche besandote en la nuca y tus omoplatos, Natasha es casi igual que Clint, pero la linda alfa te mantiene acostado en su pecho y acaricia tu cuero cabelludo hasta dormir y hace masajes por todo tu cuerpo, duermes como un bebe y ni sientes la frialdad de la noche junto a ella.
• Tambien es muy utim mantenerte cerca a ti y a tu bonito olor cuando uno de los chicos esta pasando por un cansador heat, todo lo que tienen que hacer es pedirte a que vallas con ellos y pasaran una bonita tarde cuidandolos y no nesesariamente tiene que ser algo sexual, pasas el dia con ellos, acariandoles el cuerpo acalorado, dandoles de comer o incluso contandoles hacerca de tu dia.
• y para cuando tu entres en calor, tu seras el primero en recibir sus cuidados, practicamente pelearan por quien te ayudara más, te daran de su ropa manchada de su olor y solo si tu quieres te ayudaran a hacer tu nido para que tu omega interior este calmado, tambien te daran un baño caliente de burbujas para calmarte de tu dolor, restregaran tu espalda y con las burbujas le haran de crema para darte un masaje de hombros mientras bebes chocolate caliente o incluso una buena champaña que tenia Tony guardada.
• En un principio todos pensaron que realmente no seria nescesario que pelearas y solo sirvieras de consuelo pero despues de los sucesos de la era de ultron, tu fuiste el primero en querer pelear, desde ahi supieron que ya no tendrian de que preocuparse.
• Ya que no eres tan indefenso, se dieron cuenta, y das miedo, cuando uno de los tuyos resulta herido, tu eres el primero en actuar, pero no tanto en pelea, bueno, en pelea eres realmente bueno pero cuando realmente das miedo no es cuando peleas ni nada, es cuando practicamente haces nada, solo te quedas quieto y sueltas tu olor tan podrido que llega a preocupar a tus alfas, ahi las personas contra las que pelees sabran que estan realmente en problemas.
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namelessalessandra · 2 years ago
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The song to my heart
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Lando Norris x Reader
Sintesi: tu e Lando siete amici da un po’ ma cosa succede durante una serata elegante a cantare al karaoke?
Warnings: Nessuno a parte Lando in camicia 🥵
Vi ricordo che potete preordinare il mio libro cliccando qui: Bounded Souls ✨
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-Potresti chiudermi il vestito?- domando a Pietra che dietro di me si aggiusta i capelli. Appoggia la spazzola sul mobile e si gira velocemente verso di me con un sorriso.
-stai benissimo!- commenta dopo aver chiuso la zip. Mi sistemo i capelli sulle spalle e mi giro verso di lei col cuore in gola. Abbozzo un sorriso. È una semplice uscita, saremo io, lei, Max e Lando, ma abbiamo deciso di fare le cose in grande e prepararci per bene così ho indossato il mio ultimo acquisto: un abito nero di seta, lungo fino a poco sopra al ginocchio, e sul corpetto dei brillantini argentati coprono le cuciture del busto impreziosendo il tutto. Ho abbinato delle calze coi brillantini, una borsa argentata e un paio di tacchi neri con dei fiocchi sul davanti fatti con dei brillantini simili a quelli dell'abito.
-Anche tu stai molto bene- rispondo ammirandola. Lei ha optato per un abito rosso con lo spacco sul lato destro della gonna. Ha arricciato i lunghi capelli biondi e ha messo un rossetto dello stesso colore dell'abito.
-quale borsa pensi dovrei abbinare?- domanda poi prendendo due borsette per farmele vedere. Una è nera, molto semplice, la seconda è dorata ricoperta di brillantini. Indico la seconda senza esitare e lei ridacchia.
-Non sarò l'unica piena di brillantini questa sera- scherzo scrollando le spalle e lei annuisce d'accordo. Veniamo interrotte dalla voce di Max che chiama Pietra e lei lo raggiunge. Io ne approfitto per dedicarmi al mio trucco, che ho deciso di tenere leggero e sui toni del nude. Quando la bionda torna io sono pronta così le lascio lo spazio per finire di prepararsi e mi spruzzo un po' di profumo prima di raggiungere Max e Lando nell'altra stanza.
-Hey ragazzi- li richiamo per avere la loro attenzione prima di fare una piroetta. Max è in live ma si gira comunque verso di me e sorride fischiando.
-Stai benissimo (Y/N)!- esclama ma ben presto torna a guardare la sua live. Ancora non si è vestito così alzo gli occhi al cielo. Vedo Lando alzarsi dal letto su cui stava e venirmi vicino. Indossa una camicia nera leggermente aperta sul petto, da cui spunta una collana argentata, e dei pantaloni neri. Mi sorride e sento le guance scaldarsi. Ho una cotta per lui da un po' di tempo. Ci siamo conosciuti grazie a Pietra, quando ha iniziato a frequentare Max mi portava sempre con loro e lo stesso vale per Lando, così siamo diventati amici. Solo che col tempo ho iniziato a prestare attenzione alle sue attenzioni, ai suoi modi, alla bella persona che è, e mi sono innamorata di lui. Pietra ne è a conoscenza, ma non so se Max o il diretto interessato lo abbiamo capito.
-Sei bellissima, tesoro- commenta lasciando vagare lo sguardo lungo tutto il mio corpo. Sorrido sporgendomi per baciargli una guancia. Nonostante i tacchi sono un paio di centimetri più bassa di lui. Lando sposta le mani sui miei fianchi e sento quanto sono calde tramite la stoffa leggera dell'abito.
-Anche tu stai molto bene- mi complimento subito dopo, ma veniamo interrotti da Max che ride prima di girarsi verso di noi.
-Nella chat dicono che sareste una bella coppia- ci prende in giro. Io sgrano gli occhi e sono sicura che sto arrossendo ancora di più. Lando sorride, anche lui imbarazzato, e si allontana da me.
-Vai a prepararti, invece di dare fastidio- lo sgrida, io mi affretto ad allontanarmi dalla zona ripresa dalla videocamera e sedermi sul letto.
-Prendi il mio posto? Stavo finendo una partita- domanda Max alzandosi dalla sedia, Lando prende il suo posto e lo fa andare via. Io me ne sto al telefono mentre Lando finisce la partita iniziata da Max, e il silenzio regna per un po'.
-(Y/N), tesoro, perché non vieni anche tu qui?- domanda il pilota di punto in bianco. Mi giro a guardarlo con occhi sgranati. Lui mi sta guardando in attesa ma io scuoto la testa.
-No, Lando. Sai che non è il caso- provo a rifiutare ma lui sposta la sedia per girarsi verso di me e mi porge una mano.
-Andiamo, intratteniamo i fan di Max mentre lui non c'è! Diremo tante cose brutte su di lui- insiste e così io cedo. Mi alzo e lo raggiungo, lui picchietta sulla sua gamba. Non è la prima volta che mi siedo sulle sue gambe, dato che sin dal primo momento Lando mi ha fatta sentire a mio agio, ma farlo davanti ad una telecamera e a milioni di persone mi mette un po' a disagio. Mi siedo lentamente, facendo attenzione a tenere il mio peso sui miei piedi e non si di lui.
-Rilassati, va tutto bene- mi sussurra nell'orecchio e sposta una mano sul mio fianco accarezzandolo con delicatezza. Mi sistemo meglio su di lui mettendomi comoda, gli circondo le spalle con un braccio per tenermi in equilibrio e lui mi bacia una guancia.
-Il tuo profumo è buonissimo- commenta facendomi sorridere, mi giro verso lo schermo per guardare i commenti nella chat. Molti fanno domande a Lando riguardo la prossima gara, alcuni chiedono cosa faremo così eleganti e altri ancora ci chiedono se stiamo insieme. Sento Lando leggere una delle domande sottovoce, mentre distrattamente mi accarezza ancora un fianco.
-Andiamo a mangiare fuori, ma nulla di importante. Ci siamo vestiti eleganti perché lei e Pietra ci hanno costretti- scherza Lando indicandomi con la mano che non tiene sul mio fianco. Io scoppio a ridere guardandolo e mi giro subito verso lo schermo.
-Abbiamo solo approfittato della cosa, ragazzi loro sono più felici di noi di vestirsi eleganti- ribatto annuendo con la testa per dare più credibilità alle mie parole. Lando mi solletica il fianco che prima accarezzava ed io scoppio a ridere dimenandomi su di lui. Sto per scivolare, perciò si ferma subito e mi stringe dai fianchi stabilizzandomi. La mia risata si calma e mi risistemo su di lui.
-Siete troppo carini insieme, sicuri di non essere una coppia?- la domanda viene letta da Lando proprio in quel momento ed io sgrano gli occhi scioccata. Sento di nuovo le guance calde e mi guardo nello schermo. Sto arrossendo. Lando sorride malizioso guardandomi dal video.
-Eccomi! Possiamo chiudere la live!- Max interrompe il momento entrando dalla porta e sospiro di sollievo.
-Non stiamo insieme ragazzi, siamo solo amici- sento il cuore sprofondare fino allo stomaco alle parole di Lando, ma mi costringo a sorridere e annuire con la testa per dargli ragione. Mi alzo dalle sue gambe e lascio che loro chiudano la live mentre infilo il mio blazer. È nero come il vestito e dei brillantini argentati sono sparsi qua e là. Quando i ragazzi ci raggiungono, usciamo tutti insieme e saliamo in auto diretti verso il locale.
Un pub con la zona karaoke, dei tavoli rotondi sono sparsi per la sala ed è quasi tutto pieno. Appena la porta si chiude dietro di noi il calore mi avvolge, sento Lando appoggiare una mano sulla mia schiena mentre si sporge verso di me
-che ne pensi, ti piace?- domanda al mio orecchio, io annuisco con la testa prima di dedicargli un'occhiata. Gli sorrido e lui ricambia. Max, che ha prenotato, parla col cameriere e ci fa portare verso il nostro tavolo. Io e Pietra prendiamo posto tra i due ragazzi, Max si siede accanto a lei e Lando accanto a me.
-Ti aiuto?- domanda il pilota quando mi vede provare a togliere la giacca, senza aspettare una mia risposta si alza e me la sfila dalle spalle. I capelli mi scivolano intorno al viso mentre lo ringrazio. Lando sistema la giacca sulla sedia per me e poi riprende posto. Pietra e Max stanno dividendo un menù per decidere cosa ordinare così ne prendo uno anche io. Lascio scorrere lo sguardo su tutti i piatti disponibili, indecisa.
-Tu sai già cosa ordinare?- la voce di Lando mi distrae dai miei ragionamenti, mi accorgo che si è spostato verso di me e mi parla all'orecchio. Scuoto la testa mentre qualcuno sale sul palco per cantare.
-No, e tu?- domando sottovoce, con un dito mi indica un piatto che sembra molto allettante
-anche se questo sembra molto buono- commenta poi indicandone un altro, così decido di togliere ogni dubbio
-se ti va posso ordinarlo io e ce li dividiamo?- chiedo distogliendo gli occhi dal foglio per guardarlo. Lui annuisce tornando a sedersi normalmente e quando arriva il cameriere diamo i nostri ordini. Max e Lando iniziano una conversazione subito dopo, così io e Pietra facciamo lo stesso, e quando il ragazzo al mio fianco si sporge verso Max per dire qualcosa sento la sua mano appoggiarsi sulla mia gamba. Perdo un battito e il mio cuore sale in gola. Poi mi ricordo le sue parole alla fine della live e mi costringo a non farmi strane idee. Pietra nota il gesto del pilota e mi guarda provando a nascondere un sorriso. Vorrei dirle di non lasciarsi ingannare, che Lando non mi vede come io vedo lui, ma non è il caso di farlo quando lui è così vicino. Max scoppia a ridere e Lando si appoggia con la schiena alla sedia ma senza togliere la mano dalla mia gamba.
-Che ne dite di cantare?- domanda Pietra per farci coinvolgere nella conversazione, Max si allunga a baciarle una tempia dicendole che è un'ottima idea e lei subito riprende a parlare: -ho un'idea! Facciamo dei duetti! Io e Max canteremo una canzone e tu, (Y/N), canterai con Lando! Facciamo dei video e lasciamo che siano i follower di Instagram a decidere i vincitori!- propone. La sua idea fa subito annuire i ragazzi che iniziano a prendersi in giro a vicenda. I nostri ordini arrivano e nel frattempo Lando e Pietra vanno a mettere i nostri nomi in fila per il karaoke.
-Va tutto bene?- mi domanda Max dato che siamo da soli, io mi giro verso di lui e annuisco. Non posso certo dirgli che il suo migliore amico mi toglie il fiato da tutta la serata?
-Sì, solo un po' nervosa per il karaoke. Non mi piace cantare davanti alla gente- scherzo e lui ride annuendo con la testa.
-Per tua fortuna Lando è bravo ad attirare l'attenzione, anche se facessi la peggior figuraccia lui troverebbe il modo di non farti sentire in imbarazzo- prova a rassicurarmi ed io annuisco d'accordo. I due tornano al tavolo e così ci dedichiamo a mangiare. Facciamo alcune foto e qualche video, ma per il resto ci godiamo la serata chiacchierando. Quando arriva il nostro turno al karaoke, Lando mi prende una mano portandomi verso il palco. Prendiamo i nostri microfoni mentre sento le prime note della canzone scelta da Lando. Non posso fare a meno di ridere. Friday di Riton inizia e Lando canta il ritornello. Pietra alza il telefono per fare il video e così avvicino il microfono alle labbra per cantare la strofa. Appena sente la mia voce, Lando sgrana gli occhi sorpreso, ma poi subito torna a muoversi e battere le mani a tempo.
Lando ed io ci muoviamo per il piccolo palco, mi prende una mano e mi fa girare mentre canta il ritornello. Ci divertiamo come due pazzi e tutti i presenti nella sala cantano con noi o battono le mani a tempo. Alla fine del brano Lando mi prende una mano intrecciando le nostre dita e poi le alza in alto come se avessimo vinto un premio. Ci inchiniamo verso il pubblico e poi torniamo al nostro tavolo.
-(Y/N) non sapevo cantassi così bene!- Max esclama appena arriviamo, io rido per nascondere l'imbarazzo
-vero! Vi stracceremo ragazzi!- esclama Lando ancora divertito per la canzone. Max e Pietra fanno il loro duetto e, come la mia amica ha fatto per noi, alzo il telefono per riprenderli.
-Non ci batteranno mai- la voce di Lando risuona alla fine del brano mentre termino il video. Scoppio a ridere guardandolo e gli do ragione. Pietra posta entrambi i nostri video e fa partire la gara, nel frattempo ci godiamo il resto della cena.
Quando la serata finisce ed usciamo dal locale, l'aria fuori è diventata più fredda. Mi stringo nel blazer circondandomi i fianchi con le braccia. Pietra mi avvolge un braccio sulle spalle
-ti sei divertita?- domanda felice, io annuisco appoggiandomi contro di lei e camminiamo insieme. Max e Lando poco più avanti parlano tra di loro.
-Non ha distolto lo sguardo da te neanche per un secondo- commenta la mia amica sottovoce, riferita ovviamente a Lando. Io sospiro, vorrei così tanto credere alle sue parole, ma la frase alla fine della live ancora mi risuona in testa. Le racconto tutto sottovoce per non farmi sentire dai ragazzi dato che sono molto vicini.
-È solo un idiota, è uomo. Loro hanno bisogno di tempo per capire le cose- mormora divertita e mi lascia andare perché siamo arrivate alla macchina.
-Ti fermi da noi a dormire?- domanda sempre la bionda, verso di me, quando siamo saliti ma io scuoto la testa.
-No, non ho neanche un cambio- rispondo, al che lei si limita ad annuire.
-L'accompagno io a casa. Dopo aver lasciato voi, ovvio. Così avrete il vostro tempo per fare cose che non voglio sentire- scherza Lando guadagnandosi dei rimproveri colmi d'imbarazzo da parte della bionda. Max guida fino a casa loro e poi lascia le chiavi dell'auto all'amico. Saluto entrambi e prendo posto accanto a Lando che subito accende i riscaldamenti e mette in moto.
-Ti sei divertita?- domanda, credo più per fare conversazione che altro. Annuisco sistemandomi contro il sedile e sbadiglio.
-Molto, e tu?- domando subito, Lando mi lancia un'occhiata per poi tornare subito a guardare la strada. Sorride
-sì, anche se c'è una cosa che avrei cambiato volentieri- risponde muovendo un po' le mani sul volante. Sembrerebbe quasi a disagio. Aggrotto la fronte, confusa.
-E cosa? Il cibo? Non ti è piaciuto?- domando preoccupata, lui scuote la testa
-no, non il cibo- si affretta a rispondere, frena ad un semaforo e mi guarda di nuovo. Fa un respiro profondo.
-Noi due- dice poi e, per la seconda volta in una serata, il mio cuore si spezza. Il semaforo torna verde e Lando riparte solo per svoltare e frenare sotto casa mia. Mi affretto ad aprire lo sportello senza guardarlo perché scoppierei a piangere, sento già gli occhi pizzicare.
-(Y/N)- Lando mi richiama quando sto per scendere. Mi fermo ma non mi giro. Lo sportello per metà aperto.
-Mi spiace se volevi ci fosse qualcun'altra al mio posto. Magari la prossima volta potrai invitarla prima che Pietra e Max lo chiedano a me, così non vi darò fastidio- la mia voce si spezza alla fine della frase e mi darei uno schiaffo da sola.
-Cosa?- Lando domanda confuso, scendo dall'auto velocemente per evitare di umiliarmi ancora di più e cammino svelta verso la porta di casa. Frugo nella borsetta per prendere le chiavi ma scivola per terra, così mi abbasso per riprenderla. È allora che la mano di Lando si appoggia sulla mia fermandomi.
-Se mi avessi dato il tempo di spiegarmi, avresti capito che a dichiararmi faccio schifo e quando ho detto che avrei cambiato noi due, intendevo che...- si ferma per prendere un respiro profondo e poi riprende a parlare: -che avrei voluto che questa sera tu fossi più di una semplice amica- termina mentre prende la mia borsetta e le mie chiavi. Ci rialziamo, i suoi occhi incatenano i miei rendendomi quasi difficile respirare. Sta davvero accadendo?
-Avrei voluto dire alla chat che sei la mia ragazza, avrei voluto baciarti alla fine del karaoke perché la tua voce è bellissima e se vinciamo quella stupida gara sarà solo grazie a te, e avrei voluto tenerti più vicina perché anche seduta sulla sedia accanto alla mia eri comunque troppo lontana- mormora con voce insicura, muove un passo verso di me ed io alzo la mano per accarezzargli una guancia.
-Quando camminiamo e tengo una mano sulla tua schiena, non è solo perché ho paura di perderti nella folla, ma perché sento il bisogno di averti vicina. Quando ti chiedo di venire a giocare a golf con me, Max e Pietra, anche se so che voi ragazze resterete a guardarci e non giocherete, è perché voglio renderti partecipe della mia vita, e vorrei fosse lo stesso per te- Lando si interrompe di nuovo, per prendere un altro respiro profondo.
-(Y/N), se non ricambi non importa. Facciamo finta di nulla e amici come prima. Ma se c'è una piccola, remota possibilità che anche tu voglia quello che voglio io...- lo interrompo perché non credo riuscirei a reggere altro da parte sua stasera, lascio scontrare le nostre labbra in un bacio delicato. Lando mi stringe dai fianchi sospirando contro la mia bocca e finalmente tutto sembra essere andato al posto giusto. Quando mi allontano, i nostri occhi si incontrano di nuovo e non posso fare a meno di sorridere.
-Immagino che Pietra avesse ragione allora, avevi solo bisogno di tempo perché sei uomo- scherzo, la sua risata interrompe il silenzio ed è uno dei suoni più belli che abbia mai sentito. Gli bacio una guancia, ancora incredula per le sue parole, e lui mi stringe un po' più a sé.
-Avevo paura che Max mi stesse facendo montare la testa e che confessando i miei sentimenti avrei rovinato tutto, ma non è stato così- spiega. Quindi lo sapeva anche Max. Ora tutte le occhiate battutine acquistano un senso.
-Non è stato così- ripeto le sue parole, Lando non perde il sorriso mentre mi bacia ancora una volta.
-Che ne dici se la prossima volta usciamo da soli? Io e te- propone subito dopo, la mia affermazione arriva forse troppo in fretta ma a lui non sembra dare fastidio.
-Ora sarà meglio che vada, prima che qualche tuo fan ci becchi- sussurro dopo un po'. Le sue braccia mi tengono ancora stretta a lui e non sembrano accennare a lasciarmi. Da un lato non lo vorrei neanche io, ma sarà meglio tenere le cose per noi almeno per un po'.
-Ci vediamo domani?- domanda Lando sottovoce, io annuisco con la testa prima di baciarlo di nuovo.
-Sì, ma devi lasciarmi andare adesso- sussurro poi, lui sospira contrariato ma lascia la presa e così ci separiamo.
-Allora fatti trovare pronta per la colazione, ti porto fuori- mi avvisa facendo un passo indietro. Muovo la testa su e giù per accettare e apro la porta. Resto sulla soglia per guardarlo salire in auto e lo saluto con la mano quando mette in moto, per poi chiudere la porta mentre lui va via. Non mi resta che andare a dormire e sperare che domani arrivi presto.
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natsuyuki-w · 2 years ago
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Serenitea Shop | Snow covered Kiss
Xiao (Genshin) x f!reader
italiano
Modern AU
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- Per me un te alla menta grazie! - Chiese Yanfei con fare cortese. - Oh no scusami oggi ho solo caf..- - AH-HA! - intervenne la sua ragazza puntandomi il dito in modo inquisitorio, le larghe maniche svasate della sua giacca dondolavano davanti alla mia faccia. Indossando poi il più malizioso dei sorrisetti commentò. - Avrei giurato di aver sentito specificatamente "Té mandorla e cannella" poco fa.-
Colta sul fatto la mia faccia inizio a tingersi di rosso per l'mbarazzo. Già, perché per quel qualcuno, il the c'era sempre. - Allora come possiamo avere questo privilegio? Diventare musicisti? Far parte della famiglia Alatus? Oppure bisogna chiamarsi Xia..- - Shhhhhhh - mi allungati a coprirle la bocca. - Oh! Tao! È ancora lì! - bisbigliai indicando nella direzione del soggetto della conversazione. - Oooh, hihihihi.- sogghignò di gusto, - sembrerebbe che ci abbia azzeccato. - La compagna dai capelli rosa si rivolse a me con tono di scuse - Non fa niente per il the e... Mi scuso a nome di Hu Tao, è più forte di lei non riesce proprio a farsi i fatti suoi. - susseguì un offeso "Hey" della fidanzata. - No ma figurati, ha ragione! - scossi la testa sconsolata. - Sono arrivata ad un livello imbarazzante... -
Gli occhi ambra furbetti della ragazza si addolcirono e con genuina curiosità chiese - Come mai non gli chiedi di uscire? È sempre qui! Sono sicura ricambi! - - Già fatto!- sospirai ripensando alla settimana prima.
~ Ormai aveva imparato a memoria quando sul menù c'era il SUO tè, e così, a furia di incontrarlo settimana dopo settimana, avevo finalmente preso coraggio. Con mano tremante mentre gli porgevo la sua tazza lo guardai diritto in quei suoi occhi color miele e gli feci la fatidica domanda. - Ci conosciamo da un po' adesso eh? Mi stavo chiedendo,... Ecco,... tu mi, piaci, molto!e quindi...sì... ti andrebbe tipo di... uscire?-
Vidi le punte delle orecchie che sporgevano dai morbidi capelli diventare sempre più rosse e il suo volto si illuminò. - Oh, eh-hem... Sì! Mi piacerebbe. G-grazie, ti apprezzo mol... APPREZZO molto, la tua offerta!? - Altrettanto estasiata feci un sorriso tanto grande da sentire male alle guance. - D-davvero? Allora, che ne dici di... domani sera? Al porto fanno bancarelle e musica. Potremmo stare lì, ballare e se c'é troppo casino prendiamo da mangiare e ci allontaniamo.- gli proposi terminando con tono consapevole del leggero disagio sociale del ragazzo. Aprì bocca per dire qualcosa ma ritirò il fiato. E quella rara solarità sul suo bel viso, sì spense.
~ -...band, lavoro, aiutare i club di scuola, andare da suo padre,... Non un giorno libero vi dico! Tralascia anche il tempo per sé e la sua salute. -Finii di raccontare alla coppia. - Quindi, per darvi una scusa di incontrarvi in giro gli porti sempre l'unica cosa che beve sul menù.- assunse correttamente Yanfei. I due frappuccino che avevano ordinato mentre raccontavo erano pronti, glieli porsi insieme alle mie scuse -Argh! Sono pessima ragazze, vi sto usando come valvola di sfogo... Perdonatemi.- - Ma di che ti scusi? Come se io non abbia fatto gli stessi drammi per Yan..- - Che drammi avresti fatto per me?- interruppe la ragazza dai capelli rosa ricordando a Hu Tao della sua presenza. - COMUNQUE, sta sera. Wangshu Inn. 22:30. - Continuò la mia amica dallo stile gotico. - Sì. Capo.- risposi facendole il verso.
Una volta tornate a casa e preparate per l'occasione ci ritrovammo a salire le scalinate di legno del peculiare edificio. Era uno tra i più belli e peculiari della zona in architettura e intrattenimento offerto. A guardare sembrava avessero impilato 3 palazzine prelevate dai quartieri di Pechino. Un'incrocio di finestre, pezzi di tetti spioventi, e balconate, tutto costellato di di luci dai toni caldi e lanterne rosse. Sembravs partorito dalla fantasia di Ayao Miyazaki. Ad ogni piano vi era qualcosa di diverso: una sala giochi, un ristorante un nightclub, e sulla cima un'osservatorio. Un'edificio rinomato di proprietà del signor Bowseichouse, fratello maggiore di Xiao, nonché, luogo di lavoro di quest'ultimo.
- Ricordami perché non abbiamo preso l'ascensore? - sbuffò Hu tao. - Queste sono gratis, i tuoi 6 mesi di palestra costano 15'000 mora. - ribattei. Arrivammo finalmente al secondo piano, una fila ad attenderci. Guardai nei vari angoli in cerca di volti famigliari alle porte e fortunatamente intravidi il ginger. - Arrivo subito. - avvisai la mia compagnia.
- Prego, entri pure. Documento per favore, ben... Oh! Hey girlie! Venuta riprendere il tempo perso oggi senza la mia compagnia? - Distolse lo sguardo dalla fila Childe. - Ma certo! Se poi nel frattempo fai passare avanti le mie amiche, tutto okay giusto? - Ridacchiando mi avvolse in un abbraccio laterale. - Ma certo! D'altronde e colpa di una mia distrazione. - scherzò facendo finta di non vedere. Allungai il braccio a richiamare la coppia e chiacchierai per un po' con il collega di Xiao. - Non è giusto! - si lamentarono ragionevolmente le ragazze in cima. - Permesso speciale! È la cognata del grande capo d'altronde.- rispose convinto il bodyguard. - Ma magari...- sospirai arruffandogli i capelli per dispetto. Dopo un breve controllo, entrammo ed immediatamente incrociai lo sguardo proprio con la mia crush. Si trovava di schiena al ragazzo ginger, nel muro interno dell'edificio. Le orecchie e guance erano rosse, ma l'espressione era quella seria di sempre.
- Buonasera Alatus. - salutò reverente Yan Fei. - Ya-hoo!- si annunciò in allegria Hu Tao. - Ciao Xiao, non sapevo fossi di turno sta sera.- sorrisi calorosamente - fino a che ora? - continuai cercando di sviare la causa del nostro comune imbarazzo. Fece un cenno alle ragazze prendendo le loro giacche e mi rivolse un sorriso prima di riporle. - Ho appena iniziato, rimango fino a chiusura. - porse loro il numero di appendiabiti e si girò di nuovo da me. - Tu tieni tutto? - . - Ah giusto! - mi tolsi goffamente le giacche. Il rossore che si era finalmente dissipato ritornò vivo anche sulle sue guance. Lui mormorò: - Stai...molto bene sta sera. - e si affrettò a recuperare gli abiti sfiorando la mia mano. - Grazie, gentilissimo. - risposi ridacchiando timidamente.
- Allora? Ci muoviamo? - arrivarono le voci zittite del resto della clientela in entrata. Mi scostai per lasciarli passare. - Ti...tu...Fino a che ora rimarrete? - balbettò affrettandosi a recuperare i vestiti dei visitatori. - Non saprei onestamente, ragaz...- e quando mi girai per chiedere notai che se ne erano andate. - Er... Penso alle 2/3, dipende dalla sopportazione di Fairy,... Er...Yan Fei.- - Non le piace? - disse riferendosi al tipo di serata che si prospettava essere. - Oh no! È brilla Hu Tao che non le piace. - risposi esausta al solo pensiero. Ridacchiò al pensiero, girandosi a riporre i vestiti ricevuti per non darlo troppo a vedere. Notai che qualcuno stava ancora per commentare sulla distrazione che stavo dando al povero Xiao, così prima che potessero aprire bocca mi avvicinai a dargli un pugnetto per salutarlo. - ti lascio alla clientela. Grazie per la chiacchierata e la giacca, buon lavoro! Lunedì ti porto il solito. - Con un espressione da cane bastonato annuì e avvicinò il braccio per ricambiare.
Mi girai per allontanarmi, ma con presa salda mi ritrovai più vicina al bancone di prima e il respiro di Xiao sul collo. Posò le labbra vicino al mio orecchio e poi sussurrò.- Ti aspetto come sempre. Divertiti. - e dopo un'ultima stretta alle nostre mani ora congiunte, si riminese all'opera. Mente sognante e piedi leggeri mi portai distrattamente all'interno del locale, e per mia fortuna, il volto famigliare di Venti mi si palesò davanti trascinandomi in pista. Childe arrivò dopo poco al fianco del ragazzo dai capelli turchesi, gli posò una mano sulla spalla e gli indicò con il mento la sala. - Vai è il tuo turno. - e con un cenno di assenso si diresse immediatamente alla postazione di sorveglianza. Prima fila sui tuoi movimenti sinuosi e spensierati e Venti scaccia "mosconi".
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anomaliahh · 2 years ago
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🇮🇹┆Laid Bare {ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ}
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▹ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lust!Sans x Fem!Reader
▹ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: bones_on_skin on Instagram & Twitter
▹ 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞: one-shot
▹ 𝐓𝐖: molestia
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Lust era già da qualche minuto che si guardava nello specchio del camerino, con la cassa toracica in bella mostra. Non sapevi bene cosa volesse sistemarsi, a te pareva che andasse benissimo già così. D'un tratto fece illuminare di colpo i suoi occhi, abbozzando un piccolo ghigno, per poi farli tornare normali in un lampo e facendo sparire anche quel sorriso. Notasti che guardò il tuo riflesso nello specchio, eri seduta su un morbido e peloso pouf bianco dietro di lui. C'eravate solo voi due, lui faceva entrare soltanto te nel suo camerino, prima di uno spettacolo.
《Ti deve piacere molto quella maglia, mh?》
Esordì lo scheletro. Tu ti guardasti: indossavi un semplice maglione oversized di un rosa pastello piuttosto chiaro le cui larghe maniche ti superavano di poco i gomiti. Era abbastanza scollato ma sotto ci avevi abbinato una maglietta beige a maniche lunghe che contribuiva a nascondere ancora di più il tuo corpo. Eri letteralmente il contrario di Lust, pensasti.
《Beh, sì... perché?》
《Era la stessa che indossavi anche quella sera...》
《Quella sera?》
Il tuo sguardo si fece a dir poco confuso.
《La prima volta che ci siamo incontrati!》
Realizzasti poco dopo a cosa si riferisse e non riuscisti a non arrossire per la vergogna al solo pensiero.
《Ah, ti prego, non me lo ricordare... è stato così imbarazzante...》
Mormorasti mentre ti torturavi le maniche di quel maglione. Una domanda però ti sorse spontanea.
《...aspetta, ma come fai a-》
《Tesoro, eri l'unica che poteva entrare in uno strip club con un maglione del genere. Sembra più una coperta che un vestito!》
Ridacchiasti e anche lui sorrise divertito, girando per un attimo la testa verso di te.
《Sì, in effetti hai ragione, però... non so, mi fa sentire bene stare qui dentro... mi fa stare bene nascondermi...》
Mormorasti, spostando lo sguardo verso un punto indefinito del pavimento, con uno strano sorriso sulle labbra. Un sorriso un po' malinconico forse, per quella tua sensazione così in contrasto con il pensiero comune del tuo universo. Lust si limitò a guardarti attraverso lo specchio, con lo sguardo di chi sapeva cosa volesse dire.
《Hai ragione, dovrebbero guardare solo chi vuole essere guardato...》
Da fuori si iniziò a sentire la musica del palco partire e alzarsi pian piano sempre di più, riempiendo tutto il locale. Lust fece comparire in un attimo, da sotto le sue costole, una strana sostanza rosa semi-rigida che si estendeva fin dentro i suoi pantaloni, imitando un corpo umano. Si allargò un po' l'elastico dei pantaloni e guardò all'interno, da dove fuoriusciva un piccolo bagliore, per poi risistemarsi.
《...come me, per esempio~!》
Si voltò in modo teatrale, con un largo sorriso stampato in volto. Non era il suo naturale sorriso, lo conoscevi ormai, era semplicemente già entrato nelle vesti dell'attore. In un attimo si era già messo di nuovo la sua canottiera corta e il suo lungo gilet. A quel punto ti alzasti e gli sorridesti.
《Allora io vado...》
《No, aspetta!》
Si avvicinò a te mettendoti una mano sulla spalla prima che potessi fare qualsiasi passo.
《Vieni dietro le quinte, è più sicuro...》
Non riuscisti a capire a pieno il significato di quella frase, né perché fuori o nel locale potesse essere pericoloso, ma ti fidasti di lui ovviamente. Era la persona di cui sapevi di poterti fidare ciecamente, inoltre sembrava sempre sapere o nascondere qualcosa che ti era sconosciuto.
Così ti prese per mano e ti guidò dietro le quinte del palco. La sua presa era stranamente delicata, sembrava quasi avesse paura di toccarti o di farti male e questo sicuramente stonava con il personaggio di lui che tutti si immaginano ma, per qualche motivo, ti rese felice. Eri a conoscenza di molte cose di Lust che tutti gli altri ignoravano, tra cui anche quel piccolo particolare, e questo ti faceva sentire speciale, quasi onorata.
Tuttavia, prima di finire con l'arrossire a causa di quei pensieri, decidesti di distrarti guardandoti in giro. Il dietro le quinte di quel palco era davvero... strano, particolare. Sembrava quasi tutto un altro universo rispetto al mondo che avevi sempre conosciuto: qualcuno stava in un angolo a fumare, un paio di ballerine invece stavano provando e riprovando le mosse del loro spettacolo mentre altre si facevano delle foto, infine c'era perfino qualche tecnico in pausa che stava schiacciando un pisolino. Lì erano tutti concentrati su loro stessi, a differenza della gente che vedevi fuori e, in effetti, ti sentivi un po' più tranquilla.
《Allora?》
Lust richiamò la tua attenzione.
《Meglio qui, mh~?》
Annuisti con un sorriso.
《Sì, c'è proprio un'atmosfera diversa qua dietro...!》
《Già... beh, adesso è meglio che vada, il mio pubblico mi aspetta~!》
《Stendili come sempre~!》
Indossò uno dei suoi soliti sorrisi da palcoscenico e ti guardò per qualche altro secondo, il tempo necessario per far comparire dei piccoli cuori nelle sue pupille e far brillare i suoi occhi di un rosa acceso. Era pronto.
《Non sbirciare, eh~》
Ti salutò con un occhiolino e sparì dietro il piccolo corridoio che conduceva sul palco. Subito dopo si alzarono grida, applausi e complimenti, seguiti dalla voce all'altoparlante del locale che annunciava l'entrata in scena di Lust.
Lui non voleva che tu guardassi i suoi spettacoli, non gli piaceva per qualche motivo, e a te andava benissimo così. In fondo anche tu preferivi vederlo senza una maschera.
Anche se, in realtà, una volta l'avevi l'avevi visto esibirsi, almeno per un po'. La prima volta che avevi messo piede in quel posto ed anche la prima volta che vi eravate incontrati, come aveva accennato lui poco fa nel camerino.
Ed è proprio con quei pensieri che la tua testa non poté fare a meno di tornare a quei momenti.
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Non sapevi esattamente come avevi fatto a farti trascinare in quello strip club. Un attimo prima eri fuori con il tuo gruppetto di amici, l'attimo dopo sei lì dentro. Così impari a non prestare attenzione alle conversazioni ed estraniarti sempre dagli altri, pensasti. Fatto sta che adesso eri bloccata davanti il bancone di un bar con un drink che non volevi bere, circondata da migliaia e migliaia di persone e mostri sudati, urlanti e fin troppo su di giri, il tutto scandito da una musica così assordante da far venire il mal di testa. Non era decisamente un posto per te quello. Avresti voluto uscire il prima possibile ma non potevi certo abbandonare la tua compagnia in quel momento, sapevi che se l'avessi fatto avrebbero finito per escluderti definitivamente ed erano le uniche persone con cui uscivi ogni tanto. Non potevi perderle.
Anche se, in realtà, c'era rimasto ben poco di loro lì con te. Una ragazza era sparita da tempo nei bagni, altri erano andati a ballare non si sa dove. Eri rimasta solo in compagnia di un tuo amico completamente ubriaco che, nonostante quello, continuava ad ordinare da bere e blaterare cose senza senso ed una tua amica che era impegnata a parlare e provarci spudoratamente con qualcuno seduto accanto a lei. Tu eri lì in mezzo, a rigirarti quel drink fra le mani osservandone i colori e le bollicine che si muovevano, sperando che il tempo passasse in fretta.
Ad un tratto sentisti anche una mano, o meglio una zampa felpata, toccarti il fondoschiena. Quel contatto ti fece sobbalzare e girare all'istante verso lo sconosciuto che ti aveva toccata: era un mostro piuttosto alto dalle sembianze di un ghepardo con una giacca di pelle nera che, appena incrociò il tuo sguardo, ti fece l'occhiolino con un sorrisetto ammiccante. Non sapevi minimamente come reagire ma sapevi che nel tuo universo era praticamente un complimento ed anzi, sarebbe stata una disgrazia se nessuno avesse voluto toccarti, così abbozzasti un sorriso, timido e poco convinto. Lui per tua fortuna sparì subito dopo tra la folla e tu ti fiondasti immediatamente sul drink, adesso ti era stranamente comparsa un po' di voglia di bere.
Dopodiché cercasti di concentrarti su altro, finendo con lo sguardo sul palco. C'era uno scheletro senza maglietta che stava ballando e facendo acrobazie attorno ad un palo a ritmo di musica. Aveva l'aria decisamente stanca ma allo stesso tempo sembrava che non potesse farne a meno, come se fosse dipendente da qualcosa. Tuttavia non fu proprio la decisione migliore posare gli occhi su di lui in quel momento visto che dopo poco tirò fuori la lingua e si abbassò i pantaloni. Non vedesti niente, distogliesti lo sguardo in un lampo, completamente rossa in volto per la vergogna. Eri pronta ad ordinare un altro drink se solo la tua amica a fianco, che aveva notato tutto, non ti avesse interrotta prima di parlare.
《Hey, ti piace Lust, mh~?》
Domandò con un sorrisetto beffardo.
《C-chi?》
La guardasti confusa e ancora un po' imbarazzata.
《Lo scheletro che balla, è la star di questo posto!》
《Ah... beh, assolutamente no! Perché dovrebbe? Non lo conosco neanche!》
《Beh... forse perché ha una bella dote~?》
Sogghignò distanziando i due indici fra loro per indicare una certa misura. Ci mettesti qualche secondo per realizzare a cosa alludesse.
《N-no, no, non mi interessa, davvero!》
《Eh? Come non ti interessa? Andiamo, non fare la timida, guarda che a me puoi dirlo~!》
《Te lo dico io perché non le interessa, la tua amica è ancora una verginella!》
Si intromise sghignazzando lo sconosciuto con cui stava parlando prima lei. La tua amica lo guardò per poi guardare di nuovo te in cerca di conferme.
《Cosa? Possibile?》
Avresti voluto sprofondare in quel preciso istante. Avevi fatto di tutto per non far uscire fuori quell'argomento con te come protagonista e ci eri sempre riuscita... fino ad ora. Maledisti in silenzio quello sconosciuto.
《E-ecco... io... i-insomma...》
《Oh cazzo (t/n), dobbiamo assolutamente rimediare! E abbiamo l'occasione giusta davanti agli occhi!》
《E-eh-?!》
《Sì sì, e pago io, non ti preoccupare!》
Fu così che, a spettacolo finito, fosti trascinata davanti la porta di una delle camere al piano di sopra. Erano le stanze private dove potevi passare del tempo da sola con le star del locale o con chi volevi tu e la tua amica l'aveva prenotata per un'ora intera con Lust. Avevi provato a dissuaderla dal farlo, ma era stato tutto inutile e adesso non potevi certo tirarti indietro dopo tutto quello che aveva dovuto sborsare. Dalle altre stanze vicine si potevano udire gemiti, mugolii e urla ovattate che contribuivano a farti sentire tremendamente a disagio. Guardasti la tua amica e lo sconosciuto che, poco lontano da te, stavano cercando di incitarti ad entrare gesticolando. Non si sarebbero persi per niente al mondo quel tuo momento. Non potevi fare più niente, ormai eri costretta ad andare in fondo a questa cosa. Deglutisti a vuoto, cercando inutilmente di ingoiare anche tutta l'ansia che avevi. Prendesti un bel respiro e, ancora per niente convinta, bussasti.
《Avanti, ti sto aspettando da un po'~!》
Ecco, adesso avevi fatto scocciare pure Lust che stava solamente facendo il suo lavoro, pensasti. Quella serata non poteva andare peggio.
Spinta dalla pressione che sentivi entrasti subito, ritrovandoti davanti lo scheletro che avevi visto ballare sul palco, seduto sul letto matrimoniale al centro della stanza. Per tua fortuna aveva tutti i vestiti addosso, fatta eccezione per un gilet lungo rosa dalla pelliccia di un azzurro brillante, appoggiato all'attaccapanni in un angolo della camera. Esitasti qualche secondo per poi chiuderti la porta alle spalle.
A quel punto vi guardaste per qualche secondo, in silenzio. Non sapevi minimamente cosa dire o cosa fare. Alla fine fu lui a prendere l'iniziativa e parlare.
《Hai freddo, dolcezza?》
Domandò alzandosi dal letto e avvicinandosi a te. Ci provasti a sostenere il suo sguardo per più di due secondi, ma fallisti miseramente. Quelle sue luminose pupille rosa e quel suo sguardo così sicuro ti mettevano troppo in soggezione. Nessuno ti aveva mai guardata in quel modo.
《Non preoccuparti, adesso ci riscalderemo un po'~》
Ti sorrise maliziosamente accarezzandoti una guancia. Quel tocco ti fece rabbrividire e in risposta riuscivi soltanto a stringere il tuo maglione rosa pastello, nervosa. Il tuo sguardo vagava freneticamente dal parquet bianco alle pareti rosso bordeaux, cercando invano di scappare. Tuttavia non potevi certo fermarlo o andartene, in teoria eri entrata lì per quello. Inoltre i due fuori che stavano aspettando di sentire qualcosa per poter esultare non ti avrebbero di certo lasciata uscire facilmente, per non parlare di Lust. Gli avresti fatto buttare un'ora di lavoro ed era davvero un sacco di tempo, avrebbe avuto tutte le ragioni per arrabbiarsi.
Eri così presa da tutti questi pensieri e dall'ansia di quello che sarebbe potuto accadere di lì a poco che quasi non sentisti la voce dello scheletro.
《Hey, tutto bene?》
《U-uh?》
Il suo tono di voce era cambiato, non era più provocante come prima, ora era normale e tranquillo, anzi quasi preoccupato. Fu quel suo cambio a darti la forza per guardarlo e notasti subito che le sue pupille non erano più di un rosa brillante ma erano diventate bianche. Anche il suo sguardo era cambiato, adesso era molto più rassicurante. Sembrava una persona totalmente differente insomma.
《E-ecco... sì, c-cioè... insomma, heh...》
Lui ti osservò per qualche altro secondo, per poi allontanare la mano dal tuo viso. Evidentemente aveva capito che non volevi essere lì, anche se alla fine era abbastanza palese.
《Perché sei venuta qui?》
《Amici...》
Riuscisti a dire soltanto, portando lo sguardo sulle tue scarpe.
《M-mi dispiace...》
Aggiungesti mormorando.
Dovevi sembrare davvero patetica ai suoi occhi, pensasti. Lui invece abbozzò un piccolo sorriso intenerito.
《Capisco... quindi ti hanno costretto loro a venire qua, mh?》
Annuisti.
《Già, non hanno voluto sentire ragioni...》
《Beh, sei stata fortunata, piccola! Se non vuoi stare qui puoi uscire, tranquilla》
Ti sorrise e anche tu ricambiasti, decisamente felice e grata che lui avesse compreso la situazione. Lust si allontanò da te, andando verso il letto. A quel punto il tuo primo istinto sarebbe stato quello di andartene ma ti bloccasti prima ancora di fare qualsiasi movimento.
《...n-non posso》
《Eh?》
Si voltò guardandoti interrogativo.
《Non posso andarmene così... l-loro hanno pagato questa stanza, insistito così tanto e poi-》
《Sono qui fuori, mh?》
Annuisti nuovamente. Lui sospirò.
《Beh, allora... direi di dargli quello che vogliono sentire~》
Si avvicinò di nuovo a te, sotto il tuo sguardo confuso. Non avevi idea di cosa volesse fare ma, a differenza di prima, adesso non avevi paura di lui. Ti mise una mano sulla spalla e ti spostò delicatamente da davanti la porta. Per un attimo pensasti che volesse uscire fuori a parlare con i tuoi amici e stavi per fermarlo ma, invece, si fece comparire improvvisamente da sotto le sue costole una strana sostanza dello stesso rosa delle sue pupille che si estendeva fin dentro i suoi pantaloni neri. Ricreava la forma di un bacino umano anche se sembrava più morbido e gelatinoso. Ti affascinò molto, non avevi idea che uno scheletro del genere potesse avere anche quei poteri e ti domandasti a cosa potessero servirgli. Tuttavia la risposta non tardò ad arrivare.
Si accarezzò la parte del corpo appena creata, i suoi occhi si accesero di nuovo di un rosa brillante e notasti che anche i suoi zigomi si fecero leggermente rossi. Infine schiuse la bocca per far uscire un gemito di piacere.
《A-ah~》
E poi continuò, aggiungendone altri, alcuni più acuti e forti e altri meno. Sembravano tutti tremendamente realistici e abbastanza femminili. Tu sussultasti per la sorpresa diventando subito rossa come un pomodoro e ti allontanasti all'istante, guardando altrove, completamente in imbarazzo. Ti chiedesti come facesse a replicare certi versi così bene ed in modo così naturale senza fare niente di eccitante, inutile dire che per te sarebbe stato impossibile.
Il suo "concerto" erotico durò per un po' di tempo, minuti che ti sembrarono interminabili, e alla fine si concluse con un orgasmo -ovviamente finto, anche se nessuno fuori avrebbe potuto intuirlo-. Riprese fiato e, con il tempo di un battito di ciglia, le sue pupille erano già tornate bianche e il rossore sparito dal suo viso. A quel punto ti guardò con un sorriso divertito.
《Adesso non dovrebbero darti più fastidio~》
Annuisti velocemente, ancora un po' rossa in viso.
《S-sì, grazie...!》
Tuttavia eri davvero troppo interessata a toglierti le curiosità che ti erano frullate per la testa in quei momenti, quindi trovasti il coraggio di continuare.
《Però... come hai fatto a... i-insomma...》
Ti schiaristi la voce e iniziasti a gesticolare con le mani nel tentativo di far capire quello che volevi dire. Ti imbarazzava anche soltanto pronunciare la parola "gemiti" a voce alta. Non sapevi davvero come, proprio tu, fossi potuta nascere in un universo del genere.
Lust ti guardò per qualche secondo, probabilmente godendosi la scena di te totalmente imbarazzata che cercavi inutilmente di dire determinate cose, per poi scoppiare a ridere genuinamente divertito.
《Torna sempre utile saper fingere qui, piccola!》
Dopodiché il suo sorriso si affievolì, diventando un po' più serio.
《Non sai mai chi ti capita...》
Percepisti un velo di amarezza nella sua voce e nel suo sguardo, ma sparì subito dopo. Ti sentisti quasi in dovere di cambiare argomento.
《E... posso toccarla...?》
Domandasti timidamente, indicando la pancia gelatinosa che si era creato poco fa e che c'era ancora. Era da quando l'avevi vista la prima volta che ti eri chiesta come fosse fatta.
《Eh?》
Lui sembrò confuso e un po' spiazzato da quella domanda, come se non ci fosse abituato. Ti guardò per poi abbassare lo sguardo sul suo bacino artificiale.
《Ah, c-certo, guarda che sono qui apposta eh~!》
Disse ridacchiando e avvicinandosi a te. Voleva sembrare sicuro ma in realtà si notava che era anche leggermente imbarazzato.
《Grazie...!》
Lo toccasti con un dito, premendo delicamente e, per tua sorpresa, al tatto quella strana sostanza rosa era molto meno gelatinosa di quello che sembrava. Anzi, era abbastanza rigida anche se molto morbida, tuttavia era davvero liscissima tant'è che il tuo dito scivolò subito sulla sua pelle. Lo sentisti rabbrividire a quel tocco e quando alzasti lo sguardo su di lui lo scopristi intento a trattenere una risatina.
《Mh- pfft-》
Vedendo quella sua buffa espressione ti si allargò un piccolo sorrisetto beffardo sul volto.
《Soffri il solletico per caso...?》
《Z-zitta, e non dirlo a nessuno, intesi?! Ne va della mia reputazione!》
Ridacchiasti, in effetti quelle reazioni e quelle espressioni non si addicevano per niente al personaggio di lui che ti eri immaginata la prima volta che l'avevi visto.
《Va bene, va bene, non lo dirò a nessuno, tranquillo~》
Gli sorridesti dolcemente, allontanando la mano.
《Ma adesso... che facciamo per tutto il tempo che ci rimane?》
《Beh, tu forse saprai un sacco di cose su di me, ma io non so neanche il tuo nome!》
Disse mettendosi a sedere sul letto e allungando la mano verso una bottiglia di vino già aperta sul comodino.
《Direi che hai un bel po' di cose da raccontare... e un sacco di tempo a disposizione~》
Si versò un po' della bevanda in uno dei due calici che erano vicino alla bottiglia.
Ti sedesti a fianco a lui e passaste il resto della vostra ora a farvi domande e parlare di un sacco di cose diverse. Alla fine quell'esperienza, contro tutte le tue aspettative, si rivelò davvero una bella serata.
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Quando riapristi gli occhi venisti accecata dalla brillante luce del camerino di Lust. Ti guardasti intorno un po' confusa e ancora frastornata dal risveglio, l'ultima cosa che ricordavi è che eri dietro le quinte del palcoscenico mentre adesso eri nuovamente seduta sul morbido pouf del camerino.
《Finalmente ti sei svegliata, cominciavo a darti per morta~》
Lust richiamò la tua attenzione. Ti guardava seduto sulla poltroncina davanti lo specchio, con il gomito appoggiato sulla piccola scrivania dove teneva qualche trucco e la testa sorretta dal palmo della mano. Notasti che le sue pupille erano ancora a forma di cuore, la cosa ti fece sorridere. Le trovavi davvero belle.
《Te l'ho sempre detto di non addormentarti così in giro... poi potresti ritrovarti con uno sconosciuto in tutt'altro posto!》
Ti rimproverò con un sorriso, indicando prima sé stesso e poi il camerino.
《Cavolo, scusa, devo essermi appisolata mentre aspettavo che finisse lo spettacolo... quanto ho dormito...?》
Mormorasti stropicciandoti un occhio. Quel gesto però ti fece notare che Lust aveva messo il suo gilet sopra di te come fosse una coperta, per tenerti al caldo. Non riuscisti a non arrossire lievemente a quel pensiero, era stato davvero carino da parte sua.
《Per un bel po', visto anche che il mio spettacolo è finito! È piena notte adesso...》
Sbarrasti gli occhi a quell'informazione.
《C-che?! Oddio, ma allora devo tornare a casa...!》
Ti affrettasti ad alzarti, prendendo il gilet di Lust.
《Ti accompagno》
Si alzò anche lui per poi avvicinarsi a te, tu gli restituisti il suo gilet.
《Grazie...》
Ti sorrise e solo in quel momento le sue pupille tornarono al loro normale bianco. Lui ti offrì un suo braccio, che tu abbracciasti, e in un attimo vi ritrovaste davanti la porta di casa tua. Ormai ti eri abituata al teletrasporto, per fortuna, anche se le prime volte furono davvero... tragiche.
《Eccoci qua~》
Lasciasti il suo braccio.
《Già, grazie mille ancora, per tutto!》
《Figurati...》
Vi guardaste per qualche attimo. Il silenzio attorno a voi creava una strana atmosfera intima e quasi romantica. Al buio poi le pupille di Lust sembravano brillare ancora di più, illuminandogli di poco gli zigomi. Furono proprio i suoi occhi a trattenerti lì invece di entrare in casa, non avevi mai fatto caso al modo in cui ti guardava. Non avresti saputo spiegarlo, ma era come se volesse abbracciarti, proteggerti solo con lo sguardo. Sentivi i suoi occhi addosso, ma in un senso positivo, diverso da come facevano tutti gli altri abitanti di quell'universo. Nel senso che lui osservava qualsiasi lineamento del tuo viso come se volesse memorizzarne ogni dettaglio, per ricordarti anche quando te ne saresti andata o nei momenti in cui non fossi stata insieme a lui. Come se volesse portarti dentro di sé per tutta la giornata.
《(T/n)...》
Il tuo cuore saltò un battito non appena lui pronunciò il tuo nome. Ti prese una mano, delicatamente.
《È da tempo che... insomma...》
Distolse lo sguardo, decisamente imbarazzato. Sembrava stesse cercando parole che non trovava o che non sapeva come fare a tirare fuori. Era la prima volta da quando vi conoscevate che lo vedevi in quello stato. Di solito eri tu quella imbarazzata, insicura ed impacciata dei due. Il tuo cuore cominciò ad accelerare pian piano i battiti ad ogni secondo che Lust passava a decidere cosa dire.
Alla fine cambiò idea.
《No, ecco... non sono bravo con le parole, heh...》
Abbozzò un sorriso nervoso e finalmente riportò lo sguardo su di te. Avvicinò di poco il viso al tuo portando una mano sulla tua guancia.
《Posso...?》
Sussurrò guardandoti negli occhi, il suo pollice sfiorò le tue labbra. Ci mettesti qualche secondo per realizzare tutta quella situazione, nel mentre le tue guance si fecero così calde che avrebbero potuto andare a fuoco. E proprio a causa di quei tuoi secondi di silenzio Lust iniziò a dubitare della tua risposta e la sua tipica sicurezza cominciò ad abbandonarlo.
《L-lo so lo so, forse sarebbe stato più romantico e spettacolare se l'avessi fatto e basta, però-》
Non gli desti modo di continuare perché lo baciasti prima che potesse dire qualsiasi altra cosa. Non volevi che si allontanasse, che cambiasse idea o che ti lasciasse, per niente al mondo. Lui inizialmente sbarrò gli occhi sorpreso ma subito dopo ti strinse a sé, ricambiando quel bacio tanto dolce quanto pieno d'amore e desiderio.
Sapevi che le sue labbra avevano baciato mille altre persone prima di te, ma eri sicura che a nessuna l'avevano chiesto prima. Fu quello che rese quel bacio così unico e vero, solo vostro. Un bacio con il quale Lust riuscì a dirti tutto quello che non era riuscito a dire prima.
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Dolce Morte [Kenny McCormick x reader]
Capitolo 1 - Dolce Sguardo
La neve smise di cadere e il sole si fece spazio in cielo allontanando le nuvole e dando inizio a una nuova giornata di pieno inverno. Arrivai finalmente alla fermata dell'autobus accompagnata dal mio vicino di casa Craig, lo seguivo come per gioco, passando con i piedi sopra le sue impronte segnate sulla neve nel mentre camminava: – C-Craig! – la voce di Tweek interruppe il rigoroso silenzio e attirò l'attenzione di Craig che si avvicinò e gli lasciò un bacio sulla guancia come saluto, – T-temevo non arrivassi più! Aaghh..!– spostai lo sguardo dai due per non disturbarli troppo e aspettai con calma l'arrivo del bus.
Osservai la strada ghiacciata dove ogni tanto passava qualche macchina, mentre durante l'attesa si alzò un lieve venticello che mi raffreddò le guance e le mani, nonostante fossi ben coperta, non vedevo l'ora di riscaldarmi salendo sull'autobus. Al suo arrivo finalmente mi sistemai nei sedili centrali accanto a Bebe come a mio solito e infilai le mani nelle tasche per riscaldarle meglio: – Buongiorno, non hai ancora comprato dei nuovi guanti? –la salutai con un sorriso e scossi la testa – Pensavo che non ce ne fosse bisogno ma purtroppo mi sbagliavo –mi lasciai sfuggire una risata e allungai lo sguardo verso la porta: eravamo giunte alla fermata di Heidi e Wendy. Le due ragazze salirono ma solo una si sedette con noi, l'altra ci salutò e passò oltre raggiungendo Stan agli ultimi posti: – Ieri sera Wendy mi ha detto che sono tornati assieme – sussurrò Heidi sghignazzando divertita, – Stan l'ha raggiunta sotto casa con un mazzo di fiori solo per scusarsi – aggiunse coprendosi un po' la bocca per non farsi sentire troppo dagli altri; tutte e tre ci girammo verso i due cercando di non farci notare troppo, stavano parlando tranquillamente mano nella mano con accanto Kyle che se ne stava appoggiato con la testa al finestrino mezzo addormentato. Penso siano una coppia davvero carina ma dovrebbero comunicare di più, sono due teste calde che si scontrano di continuo, spero davvero che riescano a trovare una loro armonia.
Arrivammo al capolinea e scendemmo tutti dal bus per avviarci verso la scuola, il vento si era fatto più forte e riuscivo a sentire come se il freddo si stesse infilando tra i miei vestiti, mi fermai per sistemarmi meglio la sciarpa per coprirmi anche il naso ma venni improvvisamente spinta avanti e caddi a terra con le mani sulla neve gelida. Voltai subito la testa per vedere chi fosse stato il colpevole e notai Kenny allontanarsi e iniziare a mettere le mani addosso a Cartman urlando cercando di fermare le risate dell'altro.
Mi alzai con fatica spolverandomi via la neve da dosso e raggiunsi le mie amiche, arrivate davanti all'entrata decisi di voltarmi ancora una volta per dare un'ulteriore occhiata non sentendo più litigare: gli occhi di Kenny si spostarono subito non appena incrociarono i miei e lui si voltò con essi. Da quanto tempo mi stava fissando? Forse voleva scusarsi per avermi fatto cadere, sembrerebbe un tipo timido all'apparenza ma fa sempre un sacco di casino, non è possibile che non abbia preso iniziativa... forse semplicemente non gli interessava ma non ciò non spiegherebbe il motivo di quello sguardo. Mi strinsi le mani tra di loro e ricominciai a camminare verso il mio armadietto per recuperare i libri per la lezione di oggi e mi diressi dopodiché in classe.
Le prime ore di lezione passarono abbastanza in fretta ma non riuscii a concentrarmi del tutto: nel mentre che mi giravo a sistemare le cose nella borsa, notavo con la coda dell'occhio lo sguardo di Kenny rivolto verso di me dal banco in fondo alla classe. Durante la ricreazione feci finta non fosse successo nulla per tutto il tempo e rimasi ad ascoltare i vari pettegolezzi delle mie amiche.
Questa strana situazione mi confondeva le idee e mi faceva battere il cuore allo stesso tempo, ero ansiosa di sapere se si sarebbe limitato a guardarmi o cos'altro volesse da me. Lo vidi da lontano restate tranquillo e in silenzio ad ascoltare il suo gruppo: restai ad osservarlo da lontano continuando a pormi domande. Nel mezzo dei miei pensieri mi riportò sulla terra uno schiocco di dita di Heidi davanti ai miei occhi: – Ehi, che dici? Saresti d'accordo? – non avevo minimamente seguito il discorso ma annuii intuendo si trattasse si una solita discussione incentrata sul decidere se andare al centro commerciale o a qualche evento al quale partecipare questo fine settimana – Ottimo, siamo tutte quante d'accordo, possiamo vederci alle quattro al solito posto e fare poi un giro – Wendy concluse il discorso confermando così le mie ipotesi e tornammo tutte in classe per attendere le ultime lezioni per poi tornare a casa e prepararci per l'uscita. Poggiai la tracolla sul letto e mi tolsi le scarpe, mi spogliai e mi preparai per andare a fare una doccia in modo da rilassarmi per la strana mattinata.
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randoimago · 3 years ago
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Hi! May I request some Dragon Age Inquisition romances reactions to finding out that their Inky tends to forget to take care of themselves when their partner isn't around? Maybe Iron Bull, Sera, and Cassandra? But you're also welcome to switch it up if you want :3 thank you
Having an S/O That Doesn’t Take Care of Themself
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Characters: Cassandra, Iron Bull, Sera
Type of Request: Headcanons
Notes: You got it!!
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Cassandra
You can expect Cassandra to glare at you and give you the silent treatment for a little bit. You don't know what you did wrong but she's silently fuming.
Until she can't be silent anymore. She just asks you if you care about yourself. Because she cares about you. A lot. Except you don't seem to care with how little you take care of yourself.
Will really let you have it because she's worried and wants you to be healthy and happy and you're missing meals or not drinking enough water. They're all almost always going onto a battlefield and you're not hydrating??
Will make daily reminders posted around the whole base to help you remember. It’s led to many interesting conversations. And probably helps everyone’s health improve as you’re not the only one forgetting to do things.
Iron Bull
Hey S/O are you busy? Well now you're not! Bull will just pick you up and carry you to the dining hall so you can sit your ass down and eat.
This damn place has blood mages, dragons, giant beasts, giants, demons, and who knows what else. And you're really going to die from something as lame as not taking care of yourself?
Well maybe dying from it is a bit too much, but he's seen how weak people are that don't take care of themselves. He's seen how easy it is to hurt them and he wants you to be strong.
If something's going on then it's fine to take a break. But don't let it take control of you. Bull can't fight some of your battles but he'll do his damnedest to help.
Sera
Sera will a absolutely ask you a question the shove a fork or spoon of food in your mouth when you go to answer. Just there! Now you've eaten something!
Of course you better eat more than that otherwise she'll continue to feed you that way and find new ways of catching you off guard.
You want her to stop? You get upset at her for doing it? Well she's upset that you're being a bloody idiot by not taking care of yourself. Yeah it can be hard, but she's your girlfriend so lean on her a bit.
Really will get you out of bed or feed you. Probably doesn't help with hydrating because water taste like shit to her, but she'll help you with everything else!
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mysteryoftheemptyuterus · 5 years ago
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Triple Play (tłumaczenie pl)
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Autor: ibelongtonegan (Tumblr)
Zgoda: jest
Pairing: Negan x Reader x Simon
Długość: one- shot
Liczba słów: 4890
Link do oryginału
Opis: Niektóre sekrety powinny zostać niewypowiedziane... albo nie?
Ostrzeżenia: sceny 18+, przekleństwa, ogólnie jest to typowy smut ;)
Od tłumaczki: Hej hej! Jest to moje pierwsze tłumaczenie na Tumblr więc proszę o wyrozumiałość :) Mam nadzieję, że przypadnie Wam ono do gustu ;) Przypominam, że cały czas się uczę i mój angielski nie jest idealny.
Enjoy! ;)
T/I-Twoje imię
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„Okej T/I, twoja kolej. Dwight, Negan, Simon", Laura zaświergotała, a jej głos zasyczał przez zakłócenia.
Twoje usta wywinęły się w szeroki uśmiech, kiedy podniosłaś radio do ust.
„Pieprzyć Negana, poślubić Simona, zabić Dwighta".
„Cholera dziewczyno. Szybko Ci poszło!" śmiech Arat rozbrzmiał w głośniku. „Mogłabyś przynajmniej udawać, że się nad tym zastanawiasz".
Słońce Wirginii grzało z całej siły, kiedy przedzierałaś się przez pole z trawą sięgającą kolan. Wyciągnęłaś butelkę z plecaka, ale kilka łyków letniej wody niewiele dało, aby zwilżyć twoje suche gardło.
Negan wysłał ekipę poszukiwawczą dla dwóch pracowników, którzy byli na tyle głupi, żeby włamać się do magazynu i ukraść różne potrzebne rzeczy, ale nie byli wystarczająco mądrzy, żeby wziąćsamochód, by móc uciec. To była tylko kwestia czasu, zanim zostaną schwytani, ale miałaś nadzieję, że nastąpi to przed obiadem. Był piątek i w skład dzisiejszego menu wchodził makaron z serowym sosem. Ciepły posiłek i zimny prysznic, nie pragnęłaś niczego więcej.
Wytarłaś wierzchem dłoni pot z czoła, skanując linię drzew pod kątem ruchu, ale wszystko wyglądało spokojnie. Oprócz rozkładającego się szwendacza, który wyszedł z lasu jakąś godzinę temu, poszukiwania przebiegły bez żadnych niespodzianek. ��eby zabić czas, Arat zaproponowała zagranie w 'Pieprzyć, poślubić, zabić", na rezerwowym kanale, który jak twierdziła, był bezpieczny od wścibskich uszu, ponieważ nikt nigdy go nie używał.
„Biedny D, dlaczego byś go skrzywdziła?"
Laura nie mogła ukryć wyrzutu w głosie. Była zakochana w Dwighcie od zawsze, ale nigdy nie odważyła się zrobić kroku naprzód, nawet kilka miesięcy po ślubie Sherry z Neganem.
„Jest spoko kolesiem, ale zupełnie nie w moim typie, cóż bywa".
„Dobra, a co z Simonem?" wtrąciła się Arat. „Nie sądziłam, że jesteś typem osoby, która chce kiedykolwiek wziąć ślub".
Kiedy transmisja się zakończyła, w tle ucichł chór cykad.
„Nie jestem, ale nie będę mogła się z nim pieprzyć, jeśli poślubię Negana".
„Czekaj... co?"
Rozbawiony uśmiech zagościł na twoich ustach na tą gorączkową reakcję.
„Cóż znasz zasady, jeśli poślubisz Negana, nie możesz być z nikim innym oprócz niego prawda? Ale co jeśli chcę pieprzyć zarówno jego, jak i Simona? Jedynym sposobem jest poślubienie Simona i zdradzanie go z Neganem. Albo jeszcze lepiej, przekonanie ich do trójkąta".
„Dobra rozumiem Simona. Jest zabawny, ma dumny krok i ten wąs, musisz się czuć jak w niebie, kiedy jest na twojej cipce", rozważała Laura. „Ale Negan... mam na myśli, jest gorący, ale również nieprzewidywalny, niebezpieczny i ostry. Musi być zwierzęciem w łóżku. Obstawiam, że nawet jego wyraz twarzy, gdy dochodzi, jest przerażający".
„Postanowiłam przyjąć misję i poszukać świętego spokoju. Myślę, że sprawił, że Sherry doszła co najmniej trzy razy zeszłej nocy. Szczęśliwa suka", westchnęłaś z zazdrości, przypominając sobie grzeszne dźwięki, które słyszałaś z pokoju Negana.
„To dlaczego nie zgłosisz się na ochotniczkę, żeby zostać jego żoną?"
„Harowałam jak wół, żeby zostać Zbawcą i nie oddam tego dla siedzenia bezczynnie w pokoju żon, jedzenia cukierków i malowania paznokci cały dzień. Wolę zachować pracę i fantazjować o Neganie i Simonie masturbując się w nocy".
Rozmowa została przerwana przez twoje radio wysyłające długi sygnał, który przywrócił cię do rzeczywistości i zadania. Przerwałaś obserwowanie i włączyłaś główny kanał.
„Poszukiwania zakończone, mamy tych gnojów w areszcie", usłyszałaś zachrypnięty głos Negana, jego cierpliwość ewidentnie się skończyła. „Wszyscy wypierdalać z powrotem do bazy, teraz!"
Poczułaś, jak serce Ci się ściska z żalu dla uciekinierów. Nie było wątpliwości, że otrzymają dokładne przypalanie żelazkiem po obiedzie.
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Godzinę i prysznic później byłaś w drodze do stołówki w towarzystwie Arat i Laury. Zapach roztopionego sera i przypraw wypełniający korytarze sprawił, że w ustach zebrała Ci się ślina.
W kilka minut pochłonęłaś talerz makaronu i wypiłaś duszkiem dwie szklanki wody, by ugasić pragnienie po słonym posiłku. Czułaś się pełna i senna, oparłaś brodę na dłoni, podczas gdy Arat i Laura wdały się w gorącą dyskusję na temat tego, którego z nowicjuszy chciałyby odpowiednio przelecieć, poślubić i zabić.
„Dobry wieczór, panie", Simon zatrzymał się przy twoim stole, opierając dłonie na biodrach. Po tym, jak szybko skinął głową dziewczynom, jego oczy spoczęły na tobie. „Chce Cię widzieć T/I, w jego pokoju".
Zmarszczyłaś brwi. Negan nie wzywał nikogo oprócz swoich żon o tak późnej porze i nigdy wcześniej nie prosił Cię o spotkanie w swoim pokoju.
„Coś nie tak?"
„Wszystko w porządku. Szef chce tylko zamienić z tobą słówko na osobności. Nie każmy mu czekać", Simon kiwnął głową w kierunku drzwi, a na twarzy zagościł jego zwyczajny uśmieszek.
Wstałaś od stołu i puściłaś oczko Arat, i Laurze, po czym podążając za Simonem, opuściłaś stołówkę.
„Myślałam, że po obiedzie ukarze uciekinierów", bardziej stwierdziłaś, niż zapytałaś, próbując dotrzymać kroku Simonowi.
„Jutro", wymamrotał. „Jest jeszcze jedna sprawa, którą chce dzisiaj załatwić".
Zaskoczyła Cię jego oschła odpowiedź, ale przypisałaś to głodowi, ponieważ nie widziałaś go wcześniej na obiedzie.
Simon zaprowadził Cię na najwyższe piętro i zatrzymał się przed wielkimi mahoniowymi podwójnymi drzwiami. Pukając dwukrotnie, przekręcił gałkę nie czekając na odpowiedź i dał Ci znak, żebyś weszła do środka.
Kwatery Negana nie wyglądały jak pozostałe części Sanktuarium. Czułaś się, jakbyś weszła do apartamentu w pięciogwiazdkowym hotelu i nie mogłaś przestać rozglądać się ze zdumieniem. Pokój był bogato wyposażony w meble i dodatki z drogiego sklepu z aranżacją wnętrz, który Zbawcy splądrowali na twojej pierwszej misji. Było tu wielkie łózko z baldachimem po Twojej lewej ozdobione szarą satynową pościelą i starannie ułożonymi poduszkami, a po prawej wygodna skórzana czarna kanapa z dwoma pasującymi fotelami otaczającymi stolik kawowy. W rogu stał bar wraz ze skórzanymi stołkami i dużym wyborem alkoholi. Prywatna łazienka była ukryta za czarnymi drzwiami na przeciwnej ścianie, ale wyobrażałaś sobie, że jest równie ekstrawagancka. Negan miał słabość w życiu do lepszych rzeczy takich jak piękne kobiety, dobre jedzenie, a jego luksusowy apartament nie był wyjątkiem. Twój pokój w porównaniu z jego wyglądał jak mysia dziura.
Negan siedział za biurkiem, kilka dokumentów było rozłożonych przed nim tuż obok szklanki wypełnionej bursztynowym płynem. Jego skórzana kurtka była luźno przewieszona przez tył siedzenia, ale charakterystyczna czerwona chusta wciąż była owinięta dookoła jego szyi. Delikatne światło biurkowej lampy rzucało tajemnicze światło na jego twarz. Podniósł wzrok z księgi rachunkowej, którą trzymał w dłoni i skinął głową, żebyś podeszła bliżej wskazując na krzesło przed sobą.
Simon przeszedł za tobą i podszedł do kanapy, ciężko siadając, skóra zaskrzypiała pod jego ciężarem. Byłaś zaskoczona, widząc, że ma zamiar zostać, ale Negan wyglądał, jakby nie miał nic przeciwko, że jego prawa ręka zostaje w pokoju. Wziął mały łyk drinka i odchylił się do tyłu, wpatrując się w Ciebie z nieczytelnym wyrazem twarzy.
Negan zawsze traktował Cię sprawiedliwie, doceniając twoje umiejętności poszukiwawcze i nagradzając ciężką pracę. Wspinałaś się po wyimaginowanej drabinie kariery w społeczeństwie od zwykłego robotnika do porucznika dzięki swojej wytrwałości, odwadze i umiejętności radzenia sobie z porywczością i prostackim poczuciem humoru Negana. Razem z Arat i Simonem byłaś jednym, z jego najbardziej zaufanych żołnierzy wykonując rozkazy i towarzysząc mu w misjach. Byłaś w nim zauroczona od samego początku i często łapałaś się na wpatrywaniu w budzącego respekt przywódcę, ale na pierwszy rzut oka nigdy nie wyraził zainteresowania tobą.
Simona zaczęłaś pożądać na pierwszej misji do Alexandrii, kiedy to przydzielono Cię do jazdy tą samą ciężarówką i podczas długiej podróży od razu złapaliście wspólny język. Simon był zabawny, mądry i uroczy na swój gburowaty sposób, i wkrótce obaj mężczyźni zagościli w twoich snach, jak wasza trójka kończy, uprawiając gorący, niechlujny seks na każdej pionowej i poziomej powierzchni, jaką tylko da się wyobrazić. Mimo to starałaś zachowywać się profesjonalnie w ich obecności, nie pozwalając, by twoja sekretna obsesja kolidowała z twoją pracą.
„Chcesz mi coś powiedzieć?" Negan wyrwał Cię z zamyślenia.„Wyspowiadać się z czegoś?"
„Przepraszam, ale nie jestem religijną osobą", ściągnęłaś usta, tłumiąc uśmiech.
Simon parsknął za tobą śmiechem, ale Negan wydawał się niewzruszony twoją bezczelną odpowiedzią. Zakręcił kilka razy szklanką z whisky, a jego dotyk zostawił przypadkowe ślady na zamglonej powierzchniszkła.
„Dobra, wybacz mi Ojcze, bo zgrzeszyłam. Wzięłam wczoraj dodatkową porcję szarlotki na kolację. Była zbyt pyszna, abym mogła się oprzeć".
Negan zmrużył oczy i pogłaskał się po brodzie, a palce w rękawiczkach drapały kilkudniowy zarost w kolorze soli i pieprzu.
„Albo, jeśli chodzi o powieść kryminalną, której nie oddałam do biblioteki, wiem, że minął już prawie miesiąc, ale wciąż mam jeszcze dwa rozdziały do przeczytania i chcę się dowiedzieć, kto jest zabójcą".
Usłyszałaś dźwięk, zanim twoje oczy były w stanie zarejestrować ruch, gdy Negan uderzył swoją szklanką o biurko. Myślałaś, że roztrzaska się na milion kawałeczków, ale cudownie przetrwała uderzenie, a kostki lodu obiły się o siebie w proteście.
„Ostrożnie T/I, nie chcesz testować mojej cierpliwości".
Ciężko przełknęłaś, czując, jak dreszcz przebiega wzdłuż kręgosłupa. Negan zwykle miał ochotę na żarty, ale najwyraźniej nie był w nastroju do nich teraz i nie mogłaś wyrzucić z myśli, że to ty byłaś tego powodem.
Wstał i trzymając swoje skupione spojrzenie na tobie, obszedł biurko i oparł się o nie, chwytając dłońmi za krawędzie. Jego krocze było na poziomie Twoich oczu i wyprostowałaś się natychmiast w swoim siedzeniu, żeby uniknąć patrzenia na imponujące wybrzuszenie w jego spodniach.
„Nie wiem, co chcesz, żebym powiedziała", zdecydowałaś się być szczera.
Negan odepchnął się od biurka i zaczął krążyć wokół Ciebie. Jego widoczna obecność za tobą sprawiła, że włosy zjeżyły Ci się na głowie, ale walczyłaś z chęcią obrócenia się do tyłu.
„Nie lekceważę Zbawców, którzy mają przede mną tajemnice".
„Nie mam pojęcia, o czym mówisz", zapewniłaś, ale natychmiast tego pożałowałaś, kiedy twarz Negana pojawiła się w zasięgu twojego wzroku.
„Pieprzysz" warknął przy twoim uchu. „A co z tą małą dziewczynką gadającą przez radio tego popołudnia?"
Jego słowa sprawiły, że krew odpłynęła Ci z twarzy. Zamykając oczy, marzyłaś, żeby ziemia cudownie się otworzyła i Cię pochłonęła.
„Wyobraź sobie moje zdziwienie, kiedy podczas porannej misji usłyszałem, jak jedna z moich najlepszych dziewczyn przyznaje przez kanał rezerwowy, że fantazjuje o mnie i mojej prawej ręce masturbując się w nocy".
Jeśli krew wcześniej odpłynęła z twojej twarzy, teraz natychmiast wróciła, gdy poczułaś, jak twoje policzki robią się gorące.
„Te bzdury bardzo, bardzo mnie rozczarowały".
Negan cofnął się o krok i skrzyżował kostki, opierając się z powrotem o biurko. Intensywność jego spojrzenia sprawiła, że twoje serce zamarło. Starałaś się zgadnąć jak dużo z twojej rozmowy przez radio z Arat i Laurą mógł usłyszeć. Jeśli szczęście było z tobą, usłyszał tylko ostatnią część. Jeśli nie...
...nie chciałaś nawet tam wracać.
„My tylko... żartowałyśmy. Głupia pogawędka pomiędzy dziewczynami dla zabicia czasu", wzruszyłaś ramionami, czując kroplę potu na czole.
Negan przyglądał się uważnie twojej twarzy, przetwarzając wypowiedziane przez Ciebie słowa.
„Co o tym myślisz Simon?"
„Ona kłamie szefie", radosna odpowiedź przyszła z kanapy.
Zaczęłaś potrząsać głową w proteście, ale Negan złapał Cię swoją dłonią w rękawiczce za podbródek, zmuszając do spojrzenia na niego.
„Myślę, że masz rację", dumał śpiewnym głosem, jego twarz była tak blisko twojej, że mogłaś wyczuć zapach jego ciała i delikatny ślad whisky w oddechu. „Podejdź tutaj i daj mi rękę, dobrze?"
Usłyszałaś, jak ciężkie buty Simona przemierzają pokój i zatrzymują się za tobą. Negan dał mu porozumiewawcze spojrzenie i zanim się zorientowałaś, twoje ramiona zostały szarpnięte do tyłu i mocno przytrzymane za krzesłem.
„Na.czym to stanęliśmy ślicznotko?" Negan puścił twój podbródeki kucnął naprzeciw Ciebie, opierając ręce na twoich kolanach. „Ach tak. Fantazjujesz o tym jak ja i Simon Cię pieprzymy".
Oblizał swoje usta powoli, a twoje oczy instynktownie śledziły ten ruch.
„O co chodzi T/I? Zabrakło Ci języka w gębie? Wcześniej przez radio byłaś bardzo rozmowna", Negan zakpił.
Zacisnęłaś.nogi, żeby zachować większy dystans między waszymi ciałami, ale Negan ścisnął twoje uda ostrzegawczo i rozszerzył je.
„Powiedz.mi, co myślisz o zeszłej nocy?"
Wierciłaś się na krześle, a polecenie Negana dźwięczało w uszach w ogłuszającej ciszy.
„Powiedziałaś, że słuchałaś, jak pieprzyłem Sherry. Co myślisz o tym, żeby uszło Ci to na sucho?"
Twoje oczy rozszerzyły się jak spodki i rozpaczliwie starałaś się wymyślić jakąś wiarygodną wymówkę, ale twój umysł stał się zupełnie pusty. Dzielenie się perwersyjną fantazją przez radio ze swoimi najlepszymi przyjaciółkami było jednym. Ale przyznawanie się twarzą w twarz przy obiektach tych fantazji?
„Ostrożnie T/I", Negan ostrzegł, wyczuwając twoje zawahanie, jego usta zacisnęły się w cienką linię. „Chcę prawdy tym razem".
Westchnęłaś zirytowana na uczucie bezwładności, które Ci towarzyszyło, będąc w uścisku Simona. Tak bardzo nie chciałaś przyznać się do porażki, ale osaczyli Cię. Trzymałaś swoją głowę wysoko i rzuciłaś Neganowi wyzywające spojrzenie. Jeśli chciał usłyszeć prawdę, miałaś zamiar mu ją powiedzieć, do diabła z konsekwencjami.
„Byliśmy w sali konferencyjnej, jak zwykle w poniedziałek szkoląc nowych poruczników. Nie zgodziłam się z twoim rozkazem i wywiązała się przez to między nami kłótnia. Wiedziałam, że trafiam w twoje czułe punkty, ale im bardziej się denerwowałeś, tym bardziej mnie to podniecało".
Negan spojrzał na Ciebie z lekkim uśmiechem, tak jakby wcześniej ten sam pomysł przeszedł mu przez myśl.
„Zdecydowałeś, że jeśli byłam wystarczająco odważna by pyskować w obecności twoich ludzi, powinnam zatem zostać ukarana również w ich obecności. Simon przygwoździł mnie do stołu, a wasza dwójka na zmianę mnie pieprzyła".
Źrenice Negana się rozszerzyły, a ta prymitywna reakcja zachęciła Cię, by kontynuować.
„Wszyscy porucznicy patrzyli na nas z pożądaniem i zazdrością, że mogli tylko patrzeć, ale nie mogli mnie dotknąć czy spróbować. Byłam całkowicie obnażona i zdana na twoją łaskę, ale mimo to czułam się bezpiecznie i kontrolowałam sytuację, ponieważ to było dokładnie to, czego chciałam. Żeby być wziętą, zdominowaną, oznaczoną i wykorzystaną dla twojej przyjemności. Drażniłeś się ze mną, doprowadzając mnie na krawędź, dopóki nie stałam się bałaganem. I w końcu wszedłeś we mnie, zapładniając mnie".
Negan potrząsnął głową.
„I ukrywałaś to wszystko przede mną? Niefajnie. Nie masz pojęcia, jak bardzo niefajne to jest. Ale nie martw się, zaraz naprawimy tę sytuację".
Twoje serce zamarło, jak tylko dotarło do Ciebie znaczenie jego słów.To było to. Miałaś zostać zdegradowana, stracić przyjaciół, szacunek Zbawców i nigdy więcej nie móc zbliżyć się do Negana i Simona. Albo nawet wyrzucą Cię z Sanktuarium. I wszystko przez to, że nie umiałaś trzymać gęby na kłódkę. Teraz wiesz czemu przypalanie żelazkiem uciekinierów, zostało odłożone. Negan musiał uznać twoją karę za pilniejszą.
„Zwróć na to szczególną uwagę, ponieważ powtórzę to tylko raz. Twoja mała brudna spowiedź przez radio sprawiła, że ja i Simon byliśmy twardzi jak stal. Postanowiliśmy więc, że spełnimy twoje życzenie".
Mrugnęłaś dwukrotnie, oczekując, że zaraz obudzisz się z najdziwniejszego snu, jaki kiedykolwiek miałaś. Postanowiłaś, że już nigdy więcej nie będziesz opychać się jedzeniem przed snem.
„Ale mam dwa warunki. Jesteś ze mną ślicznotko?"
Skinęłaś słabo głową, gdy palce Negana kreśliły zygzakowate wzorki na twoich jeansach.
„Po pierwsze: tak bardzo, jak myśl o pieprzeniu Cię na oczach moich ludzi łaskocze moje jaja, nie mam zamiaru pozwolić tym skurwysynom patrzeć na Ciebie. Będziesz tylko ty, ja i Simon".
Ta propozycja wydawała się bardzo uczciwa.
„Po drugie: doskonale wiesz, że nie dzielę się moimi kobietami z nikim, poza wyjątkiem, kiedy uprawiam seks z moimi żonami i pozwalam im pieprzyć się nawzajem, ponieważ lubię na to patrzeć. Co moje to moje".
Oddech uwiązł Ci w gardle, kiedy przesunął swoje ręce wyżej, a czubki palców musnęły wierzch Twoich ud.
„Ale ponieważ twoja fantazja dotyczy również mojej prawej ręki, jestem gotów nagiąć reguły ten jeden raz".
Gorąco uderzyło w twoje podbrzusze, gdy obserwowałaś go zahipnotyzowanajego zwykle wyjątkowo piwnymi oczami, które teraz ściemniały do koloru ciemniej czekolady.
„Więc dzisiaj wieczorem dostaję ekskluzywne członkostwo do twojej cipki, bez wyjątków. Będziesz dzisiaj moją małą hodowlaną suką", pogłaskał Cię przez ubranie, wywołując u Ciebie żałosny jęk. „Jeśli chodzi o inne części ciała, sharing is caring*". Negan spojrzał na Simona, który błysnął swoimi perłowo białymi zębami, po czym jego wzrok ponownie wrócił do Ciebie.
Gapiłaś się na niego i brakowało Ci słów. Jedna część Ciebie kibicowała Ci, żeby wykorzystać okazję i przyjąć tę nieprzyzwoitą ofertę, druga zaś twierdziła, że w każdej chwili możesz się obudzić. Negan podniósł swoją rękę w rękawiczce do twojego policzka i przejechał kciukiem po dolnej wardze, oczekując odpowiedzi. Pozwoliłaś swojemu ciału przemówić i otworzyłaś usta, by przejechać językiem po jego kciuku, kreśląc lśniącą ścieżkę na czarnej skórze. Jeśli rzeczywiście to był tylko sen, miałaś zamiar się upewnić, że będzie mokry.
„Cholera Simon, wiedziałem, że będą z nią kłopoty od momentu, kiedy ją poznaliśmy", ciągnął Negan, a jego oczy były pełne pożądania.
Chwycił Cię za tył głowy i pociągnął do góry, łącząc wasze usta w namiętnym pocałunku, jego język badał zaborczo wnętrze twoich ust. Simon odepchnął krzesło i przylgnął do twoich pleców, zatrzymując twoje ciało między nim i Neganem. Nawet przez dwie warstwy ubrań mogłaś poczuć zarys jego erekcji, który sprawił, że cicho jęknęłaś.
„Powoli Simon", Negan uśmiechnął się szelmowsko, ssąc i skubiąc twoją szyję. „Nie chcemy, żeby jeszcze doszła".
Przymykając oczy, oparłaś głowę na ramieniu Simona, żeby ułatwić Neganowi lepszy dostęp do twojej skóry. Zatraciłaś się w przyjemności, podczas gdy dwaj mężczyźni się tobą zajmowali, prawa ręka powędrowała do wybrzuszenia Negana, podczas gdy drugą chwyciłaś tył głowy Simona i oparłaś się plecami o niego.
„Wygląda na to, że ktoś tu jest podniecony", Simon wymruczał, wbijając się w twój tyłek.
„Nie jest jedyna", Negan syknął. „Rozbierzmy ją z tych pieprzonych ubrań, zanim dojdę w swoich spodniach".
Uniósł twoją koszulkę nad głowę, a Simon rozpiął spodnie i ściągnął je z nóg wraz z butami. Czułaś się skrępowana, stojąc przed dwoma mężczyznami w samej bieliźnie, ale intensywny wzrok Negana wypełniony pożądaniem i pełen zachwytu pomruk Simona odepchnęły wszystkie Twoje niepewności. Simon rozpiął twój stanik, a ty opuściłaś ręce, pozwalając mu zsunąć się na podłogę. Następnie sięgnął do twoich majtek, ale Negan powstrzymał go chrząknięciem, przypominając mu o wyłącznych prawach terytorialnych do tego miejsca, które ustanowił wcześniej.
Simon wydawał się niewzruszony niepowodzeniem i wdrożył swój plan B, zasypując twoją szyję niechlujnymi pocałunkami. Umieścił prawą rękę na twojej i pokierował ją od swojego krocza do twojego przodu, namierzając twój pępek koniuszkiem palca, zanim wślizgnął je do majtek i zaczął pocierać twoją cipkę.
Jego pomysłowość zrobiła na tobie duże wrażenie, ale Negan nie podzielał tego samego zdania.
„Ręce precz Simon, jej cipka jest moja", obnażył zęby.
Ten prymitywny gest połączony z zaborczością w jego głosie sprawiły, że w środku wiłaś się ze zniecierpliwienia. Simon uniósł swoje ręce z zadowolonym spojrzeniem i oblizał opuszki palców, zamykając oczy z zachwytu, gdy rozkoszował się smakiem twojego podniecenia.
Negan szarpnął twoje majtki w dół, a dezaprobata przez twój udział w zbrodni Simona była widoczna na jego twarzy. Simon uklęknął na ziemi i podniósł ubranie do nosa, by je poczuć, zanim pozwolił mu opaść na wierzch sterty ubrań.
„Myślę, że powinniśmy ją dogonić Simon", Negan zasugerował, upajając swoje oczy twoją nagością.
Ściągnął swoją koszulkę, odsłaniając kępkę ciemnych włosów na klacie i różne tatuaże, kilka było wyblakłych, kilka wyglądało na świeże. Usłyszałaś, jak Simon odpina pasek za tobą i obejrzałaś się przez ramię, by spojrzeć ukradkiem. Był większy niż Negan, jego mięśnie były wyraźnie zarysowane, a klatka piersiowa całkowicie ogolona. Patrzyłaś, jak sterta ubrań rośnie przy ich stopach, do czasu aż stali przed tobą całkowicie nadzy, a ich kutasy dumnie sterczały na tle brzuchów. Simona był gruby i żylasty, Negana długi i gładki, ale oba były imponujące same w sobie. Przygryzłaś dolną wargę, pragnąc ich skosztować.
„Podoba Ci się to, co widzisz ślicznotko?" Negan machnął do Ciebie sugestywnie swoim językiem. „Uklęknij i pokaż Simonowi, do czego te niewyparzona usta są zdolne", poinstruował, wskazując na podłogę. „Ale spraw, żeby jeszcze nie dochodził".
„Nie składam obietnic, których nie mogę dotrzymać", mruknęłaś.
„Zobaczymy, kiedy zaczniesz się dławić jego kutasem", Negan odpowiedział ponuro, zanim odwrócił się do swojej prawej ręki. „Pokaż jej, kto tu jest kurwa szefem".
Simonowi nie trzeba było powtarzać dwa razy, położył swoją rękę na twoim ramieniu i popchnął Cię na dywan. Chwyciłaś jego kutasa i zaczęłaś go pompować, po czym zlizałaś kilka kropel preejakulatu z główki. Westchnął głośno, kiedy objęłaś ustami główkę i delikatnie ją zassałaś, ciesząc się słonym smakiem. Połykałaś go centymetr po centymetrze, śledząc swoim językiem każdą żyłę, dopóki nie został schowany głęboko w twoim gardle. Jego dłonie zacisnęły się na twoich włosach, abyś się nie ruszała, wywołując u ciebie stłumiony jęk, a twoje usta wibrowały wokół jego długości. Kiedy nie mogłaś już dłużej znieść uczucia dławienia, zaczęłaś się ruszać, kołysząc głową w przód i w tył.
Otwierając oczy, szukałaś Negana i znalazłaś go rozłożonego wygodnie na krześle, w którym niedawno siedziałaś. Obserwował twój każdy ruch z szeroko rozłożonymi nogami, głaszcząc się leniwie. Instynktownie odzwierciedliłaś jego tempo i ssałaś Simona w synchronizacji z dłonią zaciskającą się na jego penisie. Negan zassał zęby, obserwując, jak twoje policzki uwypuklały się rytmicznie.
Odsunęłaś się i zawirowałaś językiem dookoła czubka, tak jakbyś łapała krople z topiącego się loda. Simon obniżył swoją rękę na tył twojej głowy, rozkładając palce szeroko dla pewnego przytrzymania i zaczął pieprzyć twoje usta z pasją. Gardło kurczyło się i piekło z każdym pchnięciem, ale nie miałaś nic przeciwko uczuciu dyskomfortu, czując, jak przypływ krwi dociera do rdzenia, a on wykorzystuje Cię tak, jak to sobie wyobrażałaś.
„Wystarczy", Negan warknął, ale Simon był zbyt zatracony w przyjemności, żeby słuchać, z zamkniętymi oczami i głową odchyloną do tyłu. Nie odrywałaś wzroku od Negana, pokazując mu, że go usłyszałaś i podwoiłaś swoje starania, tworząc koło z kciuka, i palca wskazującego dookoła podstawy penisa Simona, a wolną ręką chwyciłaś jego jądra. Wiedziałaś, że igrasz z ogniem, ale dreszczyk emocji był zbyt kuszący, by mu się oprzeć.
Usta Negana wykrzywiły się, obnażając zęby, zerwał się z krzesła, ruszając ku tobie, jego męskość kołysała się z każdym krokiem jak metronom. Poczułaś ostre szarpnięcie za włosy i pozwoliłaś Simonowi wyślizgnąć się z twoich ust, a strużka śliny zwisała z twojego podbródka.
„Powiedziałem, wystarczy!" Negan powtórzył i pociągnął Cię do pozycji stojącej. „Simon zrób sobie przerwę, zanim dojdziesz".
Poczułaś mocne uderzenie na swoim tyłku i krzyknęłaś ze zdziwienia.
„Może to jest twoja fantazja ślicznotko, ale ja tu wydaję pieprzone polecenia i nie zawaham się wymierzyć surowej kary, jeśli nie będziesz przestrzegać moich rozkazów", kipiał ze złości.
Wciąż trzymając Cię za prowizoryczny kucyk, popchnął Cię w kierunku łóżka i wskazał na materac.
„Na plecy, ręce nad głowę".
Położyłaś się na poduszkach tak, jak Ci powiedziano. Negan uklęknął pomiędzy twoimi nogami i rozsunął je kolanami.
„Dobrze, spójrzmy tutaj na ten kremowy mały bałagan!" jego oczy lśniły czystą radością.
Podpierając się na łokciach, wargami prześledził twój wzgórek, jego usta ledwo Cię dotykały, a połączenie kilkudniowego zarostu i ciepłego oddechu łaskotały rozkosznie. Twoje dłonie zacisnęły się w pięści na pościeli, kiedy lizał twoją cipkę od dołu do góry, po czym koniuszkiem języka ją otwarł i rozkoszował się twoimi sokami ze smakiem. Spojrzał na Ciebie przez swoje długie rzęsy, obserwując twoją reakcję. Jego usta były lepkie od podniecenia, gdy robił Ci bezwstydnie minetę, jakbyś była ostatnim posiłkiem na Ziemi.
Spojrzałaś w prawo, znajdując Simona siedzącego na kanapie i obserwującego waszą dwójkę sennymi oczami. Bardzo się starał przestrzegać rozkazów Negana, ale było oczywiste, jak mocno pragnął się dotknąć, gdy wiercił się na swoim miejscu, a jego kutas błagał o uwagę.
Negan przeniósł swój język na twoją łechtaczkę i zassał ją między zęby, uczucie było jednocześnie wspaniałe i przytłaczające. Płakałaś i wbijając pięty w materac, uniosłaś swoje ciało, by odsunąć się od niego, ale owinął swoje palce dookoła twoich ud, przytrzymując Cię w miejscu. Jego język kontynuował ten zmysłowy atak naprzemiennie pomiędzy powolnymi, delikatnymi ruchami, a szybkimi i zachłannymi. Zróżnicowane tempa i intensywność połączona z dreszczykiem emocji wynikającym z nieznajomości jego następnego ruchu doprowadzały Cię do szaleństwa z pragnienia.
Szarpnęłaś biodrami, aby zwiększyć kontakt pomiędzy waszymi ciałami, on jednak miał inne plany i usiadł wygodnie na swoich piętach. Pociągnął Cię w dół za talię, dopóki nie klęczał pomiędzy twoimi udami, ustawił się przed wejściem i zaczął ocierać się o twoją cipkę, pokrywając swoją długość twoją wilgocią.
„Negan...", jęknęłaś i uniosłaś miednicę, żeby wsunął się w Ciebie, ale powstrzymał Cię, kładąc dłoń na twoim brzuchu.
„Jeszcze nie".
Zniecierpliwiona sięgnęłaś do jego penisa, ale odtrącił twoją dłoń.
„Powiedziałem jeszcze nie! Simon, chodź tu!"
Poczułaś, jak łóżko się zapada, a stwardniałe dłonie przygwożdżają twoje nadgarstki do materaca. Przechylając głowę w bok, kontynuowałaś obciąganie Simonowi, spragniona skończyć to, co wcześniejsza interwencja Negana przerwała.
Wygięłaś swoje plecy w łuk na materacu, gdy Negan uszczypnął twój prawy sutek i turlał go między palcami. Twój lewy sutek ścisnął zębami, zanim wciągnął go do ust i dmuchnął na sztywny, a jego ślinę można było odczuć jak chłodną maść na rozgrzanej skórze.
„Proszę...", westchnęłaś niepewna czy prosisz go, żeby przestał, czy żeby kontynuował.
„Myślę, że nauczyła się swojej lekcji", Simon stłumił swoje słowa, a przeciążenie doznań spowodowane twoimi ustami na nim i widokiem jak Negan bawi się z tobą, popchnęły go niebezpiecznie na krawędź.
„Nie wydaje mi się Simon. Wygląda na to, że w każdej chwili może wyssać Cię do sucha, a chciałbym w końcu ostro pieprzyć tę piękną cipkę".
Negan ustawił się przed twoją mokrą cipką i wsunął do środka centymetr po centymetrze. Krzyczałaś w ekstazie od słodkiego nacisku, który rozciągał Cię szeroko. Kiedy był całkowicie schowany w tobie, znieruchomiał i chwytając Cię za kostki, rozłożył szeroko twoje nogi.
„Widzisz Simon, jak bierze mojego dużego, grubego kutasa jak mistrza?"
W końcu zaczął się poruszać w boleśnie wolnym tempie, czerpiąc przyjemność, jak twoje ciepło go ogarnia. Krzyżując twoje nogi dla lepszego dopasowania, położył stopy na swoich ramionach, penetracja była tak głęboka, że z każdym pchnięciem wydawałaś krzyk. Całe twoje ciało pokryło się cienką warstwą potu, a wilgotne kosmyki włosów przykleiły do czoła. Byłaś obnażona i na łasce dwóch mężczyzn, ale nigdy wcześniej nie czułaś się tak wolna i pełna. Napięcie narastało w twoim brzuchu i zamknęłaś oczy, by zatracić się w tej chwili.
Negan wycofał się jednak gwałtownie, zarabiając od Ciebie sfrustrowane kwilenie, które wynagrodził Ci klapsem prosto w spuchniętą łechtaczkę.
„Na czworaka, ślicznotko. Chcę wypełnić tę płodną cipkę moją spermą".
Simon puścił twoje ramiona i usiadł wygodnie, opierając się o zagłówek. Przekręciłaś się i uniosłaś na łokciach, ledwo będąc zdolna do utrzymania własnego ciężaru. Negan podniósł twój tyłek i położył dłoń pomiędzy łopatkami, popychając Cię na kolana Simona. Kiedy był już zadowolony z ustawienia, ponownie wszedł w iebie, wbijając palce w twoje biodra.
„Zamierzasz dojść na moim kutasie jak dobra dziewczynka?" warknął i dał Ci mocnego klapsa w tyłek.
Krzyknęłaś twierdząco i kontynuowałaś zadowalanie Simona, ścigając własną ulgę. Kilka sekund później poczułaś jak każde zakończenie nerwowe w twoim ciele mrowi, a ciepło rozlewa się po kręgosłupie. Palce zwinęły się do wewnątrz, gdy twoje ciało poddało się nieuniknionemu, a fale ekstazy ogarnęły Cię, otępiając zmysły przez kilka minut. Wibracje twoich jęków wokół niego sprawiły, że Simon uległ własnemu orgazmowi. Zaczął drżeć i pulsować, po czym wytrysnął swoje nasienie do gardła. Połknęłaś łapczywie każdą kroplę, nim wypuściłaś jego kurczącego się członka z ust.
Negan pozwolił Ci przetrwać twój orgazm, a następnie ponownie przyspieszył. Łapiąc twoje włosy w pięść, pociągnął głowę do tyłu, wykręcając twoje ciało w nienaturalny kształt i zaczął Cię znowu pieprzyć. Jego ręka owinęła się dookoła twojej szyi, a jego palce zaciskały się wystarczająco mocno, aby w twoich oczach pojawiły się czarne plamki, a krew szumiała Ci w uszach.Krople potu spadały z jego klatki piersiowej na twój tyłek łaskocząc boki, a następnie na pościel, gdy Cię ujeżdżał ani przez sekundę nie tracąc rytmu.
Jego ruchy stały się bardziej naglące, nim schował się w tobie ostatni raz. Jęknął pod nosem serię przekleństw, zanim wgryzł się w twoje ramię, dochodząc i pokrywając twoje wewnętrzne ściany swoim nasieniem. Jego palce rozluźniły ucisk wokół gardła, pozwalając bardzo potrzebnemu tlenowi wypełnić twoje płuca, a drugi orgazm intensywniejszy od pierwszego pochłonął Cię. Upadłaś na łóżko z całej siły, zostawiając kończyny, a gdy pokój wrócił do ostrości, twoje wyostrzone zmysły zaczęły postrzegać wszystko naraz.
Negan przekręcił się na plecy, schodząc z Ciebie i opierając ramię na oczach, gdy Simon położył się na poduszkach, a chytry uśmieszek pojawił się na jego ustach.
„Cholera szefie", wytarł brew kciukiem. „Gdyby tak wszystkie marzenia się spełniały".
Twoja odpowiedź była zmęczonym, ale zadowolonym pomrukiem zgody. Dziewczyna mogła marzyć, ale spełnianie tego było o wiele lepsze.
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Zmieszana obudziłaś się o świcie. Rozglądając się po twoim otoczeniu, zdałaś sobie sprawę, że wciąż jesteś w łóżku Negana. Na zewnątrz było ciemno, ale pierwsze promienie słońca przebijały przez ciężkie zasłony. Czułaś się wyczerpana i obolała, twoja skóra była lepka od resztek potu i wyschniętej spermy. Ślad po ugryzieniu na twojej szyi był wciąż wrażliwy, ale nosiłaś go z dumą jako dowód roszczenie sobie praw przez Negana do Ciebie. Odwracając głowę, znalazłaś go leżącego wygodnie na brzuchu, oddychającego głęboko i równomiernie, ale strona łóżka Simona była pusta, a pomięta pościel zdążyła zrobić się już zimna.
Usiadłaś ostrożnie, poszukując swoich rzeczy w słabym świetle, kiedy poczułaś silne ramię wokół talii.
„Gdzie się wybierasz ślicznotko?" szorstki głos Negana sprawił, że zadrżałaś.
„Z powrotem do mojego pokoju?" spojrzałaś na niego przez ramię.
„Nie-e",przyciągnął Cię do piersi. „Zostajesz. Chcę Cię całą dla siebie na drugą rundę. A potem mogę nawet zmienić zdanie na temat pieprzenia Cię na poniedziałkowym szkoleniu".
„Nie odważyłbyś się!" próbowałaś wyswobodzić się z jego uścisku, ale było łatwo Cię obezwładnić po żartobliwej walce, a jego doświadczone palce znalazły miejsce, w którym miałaś łaskotki.
„Pyskuj dalej ślicznotko, a przekonasz się wraz ze wszystkimi sprośnymi pomysłami, jakie mam w głowie".
Nęcąca obietnica sprawiła, że zrelaksowałaś się przy nim, mroczne słowa wyszeptane o zmierzchu ukołysały Cię z powrotem do snu, a kolejne fantazje zaczęły się już kształtować w twojej wyobraźni.
*uznałam, że nieprzetłumaczone brzmi lepiej
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tell me about the first time you ever saw me - Matias Recalt x Fem! Vogrincic! Reader
a/n: oii amores!! vagando nessa terra eu ando pensando só no mati ultimamente, então bora!
summary ★: seu irmão está cansado de ter que sempre te carregar como acessório e conforme o casamento dele se aproxima ele decide ser cupido
warnings: palavrões etcc
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vogrincicenzo Atenção Atenção! Estou aqui para fazer uma propaganda para a integrante mais nova (e mais bonita) da família Vogrincic! Isso mesmo!
SN é carismática, gosta muito de uma praia e curtir a natureza, ama gatos e sorvete de morango! O melhor jeito de ganhar esse coração é sendo um homem de paz que curte ver um filme em silêncio..
Ela não é uma pessoa com bom humor de manhã mas de resto é tudo perfeito, inclusive tenho certeza que faz qualquer sogra se apaixonar!
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seuuser ???????
seuuser O QUE É ISSO???
seuuser EU VOU TE MATAR
seuuser DESDE QUANDO EU VIREI MERCADORIA PRA SER ANUNCIADA??
➜ vogrincicenzo eu vou casar em breve, preciso ter certeza que você não vai ficar sozinha!
➜ seuuser e tinha que me ANUNCIAR???
lsdlnlover MEU DEUS QUE MALUCO O ENZO DIVULGANDO A IRMÃ DELE COMO SE FOSSE UM CACHORRO KKKKKKKKKKKK
enzosgf o irmão mais velho que se preocupa com o bem estar da irmã! tem meu apoio
user98 pode ser eu?
➜ vogrincicenzo não, muito baixo
user27 essa menina deve sofrer com ele
user028 ME ESCOLHE ENZO
➜ vogrincicenzo muito feio pra ela, não quero
➜ seuuser MENINO PARA DE SER MALUCO
pipegonotano ? o que é isso
➜ vogrincicenzo você ta interessado???????????
➜pipegonotano eu não, estou trabalhando muito e não seria um bom partido... mas obrigado!
➜ vogrincicenzo que pena por que você era minha escolha
➜ seuuser AGORA CHEGA EU JÁ LEVEI UM FORA EM REDE NACIONAL PODE APAGAR
seuuser enzo apagaaaaaaaaaaa eu to sendo perseguida
vogrincicenzo pipegonotano blaspolidori simonhempe matiasrecalt quem vai ser?
➜ simonhempe eu não posso
➜ pipegonotano sem tempo perdão
matiasrclt REPAREM QUE O MATIAS FOI O ÚNICO QUE NÃO DISSE NADA
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matiasupdates Aparentemente o plano mirabolante do vogrincicenzo funcionou e o matias foi visto hoje com a SN!! Fé que o nosso menino desencalha...
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recaltdreams depois de tanto pedir ele se livrou do dementador (malena)
recaltsgirl É AGORA QUE ELE VIRA UM VOGRINCIC
pipescrew se o pipe tivesse bom gosto poderia ser eu postando isso
matislove VEM AI UM NAMORO SAUDÁVEL
snmatias deus coloca amor, união, carinho, paz...
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seuuser ultimos dias do enzo em nosso retiro espiritual (casa da família)
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vogrincicenzo vou sentir muita saudade! (não, não vou)
➜ seuuser você literalmente chorando quando eu te entreguei o coração de presente...
➜ vogrincicenzo você não tinha que estar organizando o casamento????? um namorado te mudou mesmo né.
matiasrecalt nunca pensei que montar um lego seria tão difícil
➜ seuuser você brigando comigo sendo que eu sempre estive certa
➜ matiasrecalt me perdoe vossa majestade..
snmatias vamos ignorar que já tem uns 3 meses que o matias e a sn estão sendo vistos juntos e saindo juntos???
matiasupdates SE ASSUMAM PFV
enzosgf o enzo todo encolhido nhaaammm
user98 sera que nesse casamento eles assumem?
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seuuser depois de um ano, meu irmão boboca se casou com a mulher mais sensacional do mundo!
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vogrincicenzo muito obrigado por me ajudar sempre! o casamento só foi o que foi por que você estava lá!!
➜ snmatias ALERTA MOMENTO IRMÃO SENTIMENTAL
matiasrecalt a gente vai ter um casamento grande assim?
➜ seuuser só se o enzo organizar.. da muito trabalho!
➜ vogrincicenzo VOCÊ VAI DEIXAR EU ORGANIZAR???
recaltdreams A MÃO DO MATIAS NA 2 FOTO
recaltdreams acho tão lindo que mesmo sem rosto sabemos que eles estão firmes e fortes!
matiasupdates A DECLARAÇÃO QUE ELA FEZ EU TO MAL
➜ user827 COMO FOI
➜matiasupdates ela basicamente agradeceu o enzo por ter colocado um cara tão sensacional quanto o matias na vida dela e que ela sempre admirou muito ele como homem e agora tem ele que faz com que ela se sinta como ela sempre sonhou, VÃO CASAR SIM
blaspolidorii POR MAIS FESTAS POR FAVORRR
pipegonotano sn organize TODAS nossas festas e isso é uma ameaça
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seuuser sinto que eu devo algumas últimas atualizações de vida pós o evento que eu mais me preparei na minha vida! Minha própria lua de mel 🌞🧿
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matiasrecalt vai descansando tranquila que nosso casamento é o próximo
vogrincicenzo ainda estou esperando o meu ''obriigadaaaa enzo melhor irmão do mundo''
➜ seuuser obrigada irmão por me oferecer tal qual um pet e me arrumar o melhor namorado do mundo!
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Born of Unknown Stardust
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Ch. 3
summary: The angles formed the world and all mortal life from dust. One day from the unknown the angels came across bizarre dust, that seemed to have a will of its own. It refused to be molded and shaped to the angel's will. So they cast it aside, till a certain angel got his creative hands on it.
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(bittersweet story) (platonic) Lucifer x (???) Reader x Sera
<-Part 2/ Part 4-> (additional art here)
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"Lucifer... What Have you Done!" The elders shot in horror as the roots of Evil seeped into the earth.
The Apple of Knowledge of good and evil is eaten into rolls on the ground as the knowledge that Eve was not ready for rushes into her head. It was painful and overwhelming.
Lucifer stands before the court of the heavenly elders. Lilith stood not far behind Lucifer as she watched in worried anticipation.
"Not only have you gotten too involved with a human, but You let evil taint our creation. We told you your Ideas were too dangerous, and you have only proven our point," One of the elders glared.
Lucifer stood resolute as he tried to put on a bold face for Lilith Even if the angelic metal chains and cuffs were tight on his wrist and neck.
"We will look past this and forgive you if you apologize. And Leave the mortals alone," Another elder spoke up. "That also means leaving that mortal alone too."
They said as they pointed to Lilith who was cowering in front of some arch-angels keeping an eye on her. Lucifer looked at her with concern, all this happened so suddenly. As their eyes met, Lucifer made his decision.
"I... I do not regret what I have done," He said with a slight glare, even as the chain chafed at his skin.
The Elders gasped in Horror at Lucifer's answer, the elders quickly discussing amongst each other.
"Lucifer has not only let evil leak into the earth, but it seems to have taken him too. Fallling into the chains of lust," One elder said.
"We made it clear to him when we told him not to interfere. He only has himself to blame," Other scoffed.
As the Elders chatted, one was not paying attention to the conversation. The high seraphim Sera. Her mind was elsewhere, on the one who everyone seemed to have forgotten, Yuu. Her heart could only wonder what would happen to little Yuu now, one of the many victims of this. She started to think back when she noticed Lucifer sneaking off for days at a time.
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Sera flew up to the door and gave a light knock. The Door opened quickly, but instead of Lucifer, it was Little Yuu treating her.
"Hello Miss Sera," Yuu greeted happily.
"Hello Yuu, is your father home?" She asked as she knelt to Yuu's level
"Da? No, haven't seen him," Yuu shrugged.
"How long ago did you see him, I might be able to catch up with him," Sera asked.
"Umm... 5 days ago I think," Yuu said as they thought back.
"5 Days?! How often is this?" Sera asked in concern.
"Umm, more often know... And longer too... Where is Da going Sera?" Yuu asked her.
" I don't know sweety. Mind if I keep you company for a little bit?" Sera asked.
"Well Da said to not let people inside the house when he's not home," Yuu said as they thought, when. " But he never said anything about the garden!"
Sera chuckled at Yuu's enthusiasm, as Yuu told her to wait in the gardens. In the garden was a simple stone table, the flowers and plants surrounded the small set up. Soon the young tot came outside with Tea and snacks. It looked very childishly slapped together, but Sera appreciated the effort.
Sera just smiled and listened as Yuu childishly rambled on and on anything that came to mind. To hold a conversation with guests. As She listens, she notices one of Yuu's blueprints sticking out from their pocket.
"So what great invention are you working on now?" Sera asks as she points to the paper.
"Oh, this? This is for my dad," Yuu said as they pulled out the blueprints.
Sera looked it over. She was a bit confused to see a simple drawing of a jar. With notes scribbled all over that she really couldn't understand.
"What is it?" She asked with a confused expression on her face.
"A world in a bottle," Yuu smiled excitedly.
"I'm afraid I don't understand," Sera said.
"I'm going to put a world inside the jar. Where my dad can make whatever he wants inside," Yuu explained. " I'm almost done putting everything together."
"Umm, how so?" Sera was beyond confused, how could a world fit in such a small container.
With an excited smile, Yuu opened the jar, and the two were sucked inside. Sera gasped as she closed her eyes, waiting for the worst.
"Miss Sera? You can't see anything with your eyes closed," Yuu said.
She slowly opened an eye, to see an unbelievable sight before her.
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"I managed to finish the ocean, but I like the idea of an underwater house. So I'll add land later, and have a normal house," Yuu explained as they showed off the pocket world.
"Yuu this is beautiful, and this is almost done?" Sera asked in awe.
"Yeah, just want to add some land and mountains," Yuu nodded. "Do you think Da will like it? Then maybe he will spend more time with me?"
"Lucifer will love it," Sera reassured with a gentle smile. “But why did you make this for him?”
“So he can see I’m getting close to making his own earth,” Yuu said proudly.
“His own Earth?” Sera asked curiously
“So he has a place he can put all his ideas, so the elders don’t have to worry about their earth,” Yuu explained.
Sera smiled softly at Yuu’s kind heart. "You know making a world by yourself won't be easy. It could take a very long time," She says.
"I know, but Da promised he would wait for me and stay out of trouble," Yuu smiled, though it was a bit unsure.
"Your heart is so kind little one," Sera smiles as she pattes Yuu's head.
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"And that creature Yuu should go too. Who knows what that thing will do on its own. It could cause trouble, cast it to hell with its creator," another elder said, snapping Sera out of her thoughts.
"No," She said suddenly.
"What?!" The other elders gasped.
"Yuu is innocent and has nothing to do with this. Lucifer's choices and actions were all his own," She says sternly. " Yuu is a kind-hearted individual, and sending an innocent to hell is too cruel a fate."
"Are you going to Keep an eye on them?" They asked.
"I will. I'll make sure to guide them down the right path," Sera said with certainty.
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The portal to The underworld ripped asunder as the archangels dragged and pushed Lucifer and Lilith closer to the edge.
"Lucifer!" Sera called out.
Lucifer looked at her with a slight glare as the chains held him still.
"I promise to take care of Yuu for you," Sera promised sincerely.
"Wait? What do you mean Sera?!" Lucifer asked, panic quickly filling his voice.
"Oh, know you remember your (Son/Daughter/Child). To put it simply, they will not be going with you Lucifer," Sera said. " They will be staying up here in heaven."
"Yuu? Y-You Can't Do That!" Lucifer shouted as he approached Sera, but the chain slacked short of her. "You Can't just take them from me! I know full well they're not safe in Heaven!"
"So leaving them alone for days on end, in heaven was safe?" Sera challenged. “Or letting them go to Hell with you is safer?”
"You know What I mean Sera. The Elders never accept them then, why know?!" Lucifer shouted back.
“Yuu will be under my care. I promise you they will be kept out of harms way,” Sera promised, as Lucifer continued to fight against his chains.
“Just let me see them. Let me hold them one last time!” Lucifer begged as the chains pulled him closer to the portal.
But before Sera could say anything, Lilith’s screams could be as she fell down into the portal.
“Lilith!!” Lucifer screamed, without hesitation jumped into the portal after her.
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Sera sat nervesly in once’s Lucifer’s garden as Yuu brought tea and treats as they always did. As Yuu chatted on and one, the dreaded question finally arrived.
“Da hasn’t come back in a long while… Miss Sera, where is he?” Yuu asked with a worried smile.
With a deep breath, Sera gently explained to little Yuu what had happened. And what Lucifer had done on earth and how his actions had brought a horrible curse onto the earth.
“Are you Okay Yuu?” Sera asked gently.
“I-I think so. So Da is in time out? I can visit?” Yuu asked.
“I’m afraid not little one,” Sera said sadly.
“Oh, so I can see him again when his time-out is over?” Yuu asked again.
Sera slowly shook her head, as Yuu slowly started to crumble.
"So I'm never going to see him again?" Yuu asked shakily.
"I'm afraid so," Sera nodded.
"He promised me," Yuu whimpered to themselves. "Why would he lie to me. He Promised to stay out of trouble."
Sera looked on with sorrow in her eyes, as she slowly reached out to comfort them.
"Can... Can I be alone a bit?" Yuu sobs as they run back into the house.
Sera worried for the small child, quietly followed after them. Yuu ran into the house as they felt something within them. Something wanted to burst out, but it only intensified as more tears forced themselves to the surface.
This was a foreign feeling they had never felt before, and it was growing. Yuu didn't know what to do with this feeling and knowledge as they stomped about the house.
'Why did he lie? Why didn't he wait for me? Why did he leave me for the Earth?' questions flooded Yuu's mind. "Maybe because I wasn't enough."
With that though Yuu came to a halt. Was it because they couldn't give him the planet he wanted fast enough? They looked at Lucifer's once workbench. To see that the World Jar was still untouched, and most importantly. A framed Photo family of Lucifer and Yuu.
To be continued.
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lubay-nue · 6 years ago
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Hola, quería saber si me podrías dar algún consejo para escribir, por fin reuní el valor para empezar a hacer fanfic *~* pero no se muy bien como debería de empezar... empezaste haciendo cosas cortas como one-shots? O te lanzaste a hacer historias largas a la primera? tienes el final más o menos planeado antes de empezar una historia o lo vas pensando poco a poco? Alguna vez has sentido que te has inspirado en la forma de escribir de alguien más? Has tenido miedo de que no gusten tus ideas?
Hola dulzura y dios, una mega enorme disculpa, si había visto tu mensaje desde que lo enviaste pero quería responderte por medio de la PC para una explicación larga y tendida (Por cel suelo resumir mucho por mi torpeza al escribir) bueno... comencemos cariño XD
1-”¿Empezaste haciendo cosas cortas como oneshots?”  Errr.... no, que yo recuerde no, quiero decir, me lancé... real, real, realmente... mi carrera como escritora comenzó en secundaria donde una amiga y yo escribíamos un especie de comic-manga que acabo con todos los personajes muertos, como yo no quería que esto acabara así, reescribir la historia (y ahora caigo en cuenta que nunca la acabe) pero bueno... si me detengo un momento a pensarlo, yo jamas fui de escribir cosas cortas. Siempre, todas mis historias fueron largas. Mayormente inspirada por series (largas) como Inuyasha, Yugioh entre otros animes, Sakura Card Captor, Robotech (estas dos ni me gustaban pero si a mis padres) también Saint tel “siniestra” mierda, nunca supe como mierda se escribía ese titulo, Sailor moon y por supuesto, caricaturas como coraje el perro cobarde y otras tantas mas que honestamente no recuerdo Danny phantom también fue un punto de inspiración XD, pero vamos, jamas fui de hacer cortas cortitas, para mi, todo era en serie de capítulos, todo debía de ser laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargoooooooooooo, con mucha trama, mucho amor, mucha pasión y muchas peleas épicas geniales!!!! así que no. Jamas fui de oneshots (de hecho, aun hoy en día me cuestan un huevo poder hacerlos) digo, se ve claramente en varias de mis historias XD
2-”¿Tienes el final más o menos planeado antes de empezar una historia o lo vas pensando poco a poco?” Mmmmm depende en realidad... como un consejo te daré esto cariño. A veces, mis historias comienzan en realidad por una única imagen, por que pienso “Personaje A esta haciendo esto con personaje D pero personaje Z los esta viendo” y luego me digo “Bueno ¿Y como mierda llegamos a este punto?”  que fue lo que me paso con el oneshot de “alas” en este caso, la primera imagen que tuve fue de ONU siendo atacado por persona X (que no tenia en realidad ni puta idea en el momento de quien era) luego, otra imagen donde México lo salva y le dice que tenia que sacarlo de ese lugar, otra imagen donde esta México sacando a la fuerza las alas que ya le habían sido arrancadas y así, cosas así. A veces, me llega el inicio de una historia y poco a poco lo voy creando, a veces, solo me llega la idea general, por ejemplo, por idea general puede ser (otra vez, en “alas”) la idea general es que hay algunos personajes que poseen alas y hay “alguien” que quiere esas alas. a veces, simplemente se me ocurre el final y siempre me pregunto “¿Como llegamos a ese final? ¿Puede haber mas aya de ese final?” y por eso a veces salen pre-cuelas (lo que pasó antes de esa historia) y las secuelas (siguiente temporada) o, como me pasa en realidad en varias de mis historias, por ejemplo, tienes el inicio (tu punto A) de ahí, tiene que pasar algo (punto B) y como resultado mucho, mucho tiempo después pasa el (punto c) sin embargo, en una historia no hay una linea recta, así que, mientras sigas avanzando, también se va creando la historia, claro ejemplo son Suggar Daddy y “El encanto del ave enjaulada” tengo los puntos importantes pero no como deben de llegar a ese punto los personajes ¬u¬ y es ahí mi libertad, así como las del pasado y así mismo, como esas diosas griegas que tejen el hilo del destino creando el manto de la vida, se va creando mis historias y, del mismo modo, aunque de un “sub modo” esta de que tengas solo el inicio de alguna historia y pum, luego nada; claro ejemplo es Un ataque al corazón donde solo tenia el inicio, ni putas ideas del desarrollo o del final, esto me da mas libertad todabía de hacer lo que quiera con la historia XD
(((Wow, esto se esta volviendo muy grande o.o)))
3- “¿Alguna vez has sentido que te has inspirado en la forma de escribir de alguien más?” Pero si por supuesto que si! escribir no es cosa de una única persona. Para tener inspiración debes de leer, esto te permite tener mas imaginación, por que te inspiras de ellos. Por ejemplo, algún libro que te guste, alguna vez has pensado en algo similar a lo que escribió el autor del libro, es lo mismo con los fanfics y demás... por ejemplo, yo quiero crear una historia donde Rusia es homofobico y México pansexual y una noche de borrachera ambos terminan teniendo sexo salvaje, al despertar ambos recuerdan que ha pasado pero ninguno dice nada, creyendo que el otro no recuerda nada. Esta historia (premisa, inicio de idea, idea global) es sacada a base de la inspiración de los fics donde Rusia es homofobico y México esta enamorado de el. Así que si, esta bien, siempre y cuando “inspirarse” no signifique copear y pegar. Hay una muy delgada linea entre ambas cosas, así que te recomiendo que tengas cuidado al respecto... busca que tu historia sea original aun dentro del cliché. “No busques algo nuevo. Busca innovar algo que ya este usado” ¿que quiere decir esta rara frase? por ejemplo, el cliché de el popular, el nerd y el delincuente, cualquiera de los tres es un cliché muuuuuuyyyyy usado, y sin embargo, si has leído “Un ataque al corazón” puedes ver que he innovado dentro de l oque puedo, creando una historia original dentro del mismo cliché... eso es innovar algo ya usado Ou-- 
4- “¿Has tenido miedo de que no gusten tus ideas?”  Uff mas de lo que tu crees. De todas mis historias de hecho, en algún punto, cuando se me ocurren, llego en un punto de “crisis existencial” donde me pregunto ¿Y esto realmente es bueno? ¿Vale la pena que alguien lo quiera leer? ¿Alguien de verdad va a querer leer esto? ¿Es suficientemente bueno para ser leído? ¿Y si a nadie le gusta? pero hey... hay un par de cosas que te puedo decir con respecto a esta pregunta cariño XD... Uno: Que te valga madres. “El primer lector al que debes de complacer, es a ti. TÚ eres el primer lector” Imagínate... quieres escribir una historia homoerotica tipo a lo 50 sombras de Grey pero tiene gore, parafilias y otras cosas turbias... hap pero ¿Y si tu madre o alguno de tus familiares de mucho peso son homfobicos o hay algún tema dentro de alguna parafilia que no les gusta? ¿Solo por eso no vas a escribir lo que quieres? Si haces eso te puedo asegurar que nunca vas a estar satisfecho ni conforme y mucho menos que menos, feliz con tu trabajo... así que escribe, lo que tu queiras, lo que a ti te gusta, escribelo para ti y ya luego pensamos en mostrarlo al mundo... Dos: En el mundo, habrá gente a la que le guste lo que hagas y habrá gente a la que no le guste lo que estas haciendo... así que regreso al punto numero uno ¡¡¡QUE TE VALGA MADRES LA OPINIÓN AGENA!!! la única que te debe de importar es la tuya propia, pero eso si, no te cierres. Habra gente de buen corazón (y otra muy agria, brusca, tosca y nada agradable) que te hará ver tus errores, gramaticales, ortográficos (mas que nada estos) y de coherencia dentro de tu historia... si te pones de nena fresa a decir “hay no, así es mi estilo” no vas a mejorar, pero, si lo ves de un modo critico y aceptas con la cabeza fría los consejos y las observaciones de los demás, te puedo asegurar que mejoraras rápido, claro, no sera de la noche a la mañana, lo que a su vez, me lleva al siguiente punto. Tres: ESCRIBE TODOS LOS DÍAS sea de tu historia, sea de otra mas... escribe todos los días, cada que tengas tiempo, cada que tengas ganas, cada que tengas alguna idea nueva aun cuando solo sea un fragmento o un párrafo. Siempre mantente escribiendo. En mi caso, yo tengo una frase “Escribe como si hoy fuera el ultimo día que podrás escribir... escribe como si mañana ya no puedas hacerlo otra vez” (bueno, en realidad tengo muchas frases motivadoras para esto al igual que desafíos personales) con esto, veras que poco a poco iras mejorando, por ejemplo, escribe solo 5 minutos al día, poco a poco ve aumentando tus tiempos, “10 minutos, 20 minutos, 25 minutos... 30 minutos...” así, el tiempo que tu quieras... veras como mejoras y escribes mas y mas fluido, también puedes ponerte metas (realistas, no como yo) por ejemplo, reunir cierta cantidad de palabras en tanto tiempo, una cantidad de palabras por día... cosas así. Por ejemplo, yo  tengo varias metas: Escritura de 25 minutos, por día, escribir 5000 palabras, por mes, escribir 84 capítulos, estas son metas personales y bueno, la única que “AUN” no alcanzo es la de 84 capítulos por mes ¬¬ pero los demás ya los he alcanzado y rebasado con facilidad XD ha.... me aleje de la pregunta hahaha disculpa, suelo divagar en estas cosas...
Volviendo con tu pregunta, la respuesta en si, por eso, a veces suelo hablar con mi hermana o con alguien, le cuento la idea que me ha llegado tal cual, ya después me dice si le gusta o no, entre todos vamos cambiando las cosas (bueno, los demás me van dando ideas, yo solo voy acomodando las piezas como un rompecabezas) y pum... surgen las ideas XD. Esto de hablar y de dar ideas mas lo hace un beta reader (alguien que mira tu ortografia, escucha tus ideas, te dice que tan buena o mala idea es, que tan interesante o aburrida es, si se puede hacer o no... aunque no es obligatorio tener un beta reader... yo jamas he tenido uno) Pero bueno, igual, esto de los fics, así como TODO en la vida, es una rueda de la fortuna y del azar juntas... puede que a alguien le guste la idea, puede que no les guste, puede que te abucheen por ello, no siempre vas a ganar en estos juegos de apostar, es algo que tienes que tener bien en mente. por ejemplo, yo una vez publique una historia de Sasuke x Kurama (kyuubi) si, siendo Kyuubi el uke.. como podrás ver, suuuuuuuuuuupeeeeeeerrrrrrrr mega raro, muchos me abuchearon y me odiaron por que la personalidad de Kurama fue cambiada dramáticamente, de el, solo era la imagen, no su personalidad... XD ho bueno, no siempre se gana... en otro, por ejemplo, escribí por pareja Kurama (naruto) x Shippo (inuyasha) y esta “medio” fue aceptada, a muchos les gusto, a otros tantos no, incluso escribí historias de Madara x Kurama, Minato x Kurama, Susaku x Kurama y otra de las mas raras Rikudo x Juubi (el de 10 colas) si... soy bien loca XD pero vamos, muchos gustaron (principalmente Minato x Kurama por el tipo de escritura utilizada) esto es una ruleta rusa, no sabes si tu historia va a gustar o no hasta que este publicada. lo mismo me ha pasado con cada historia publicada en este fandom de los countryhumans. Mírame, no esperaba que realmente les fuera a gustar el primer capitulo de Suggar Daddy... no era para que les gustara... no estaba ni bien estructurada, no había contenido real ni importante, no había relación, no había interacciones, no había nada que dijera (a mi forma de ver) que dijera que la historia era interesante o que t enganchara a la primera y aun así tuvo un auge cabrón XD, ahora, si miramos por ejemplo... no se... “Vida anime” en ese fui cuidadosa de hacerlo atractivo, que enganchara y bueno... no tuvo tanta aceptación como esperaba... igual, no pensé que fuera a gustar para nada “Alas” y mira que no han parado de pedirme continuación y yo acá pensado que “Canibal” se iban a poner de locos a pedirme el fic y los primeros días solo escuche grillos cantar para mi porque a nadie le intereso hahahahaah así es la vida XD no te apures por eso, solo muestralo y reciben con cabeza fría y no con los sentimientos las criticas que vendrán, por que es cierto dos cosas. Uno: al menos a una persona en todo el mundo le va a gustar tu trabajo... Dos: al menos una persona en todo el mundo va a odiar indudablemente tu trabajo...
Tu escribe con el corazón!!! ese es mi mejor consejo para ti XD lo demás, con el tiempo, con los años y con algunos que otros talleres y libros vistos en youtube he internet lo demás vendrá llegando poco a poco XD lo importante es siempre tener deseos y aor por escribir XD... ok, creo que “por ahora” seria todo lo importante a decir XD wow, me tome un buen rato y mira nada mas XD esto casi tiene el tamaño de un capitulo mio hahahahaahah... en fin. Espero haber podido serte de ayuda n.n y no hay nada mejor cuando te enteras que has podido servir de inspiración para alguien mas... si te enteras de eso o si alguien te lo dice ¡FELICIDADES! vas por un buen camino XD
¡Animo y escribe como si tu vida dependiera de ello!! XD ok... tal vez... no tan a la literal XD (otra de mis frases motivadoras hahaha si... extrema y peligrosa pero bueno XD me funciona que es lo importante hahaha) Eso y buscar guias y tutoriales en internet y youtube... hay muchos buenos en español muy buenos que te pueden servir... XD yo uso a veces esos XD pero soy tan floja que difícilmente los acabo a veces XD. Bueno dulzura... si aun tienes dudas, con mucho gusto te puedo responder n.n solo que habras de esperarme... pienso que estas preguntas deben de responderse bien y tendido, ojala no te haya mareado con esta mega biblia XD, como puedes ver, no soy de escribir “poquito” hahahaah
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