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AÚN PODEMOS SEGUIR - OC MALE X YAOYOROZU MOMO

ATTENTION, PLEASE!!!

English is not my native language, my English is very basic that's why this fanfic is in Spanish, and I don't trust Google Translate at all when it comes to very long texts. If you want it translated by Google, it's on AO3.

Capítulo 2

Al cerrar la puerta, escucho las voces de sus vecinos entre murmullos más no le puso mucha atención, alejándose de la puerta unos pasos atrás, volvió a la joven, quien mira todo con detenimiento, en una mezcla de sorpresa y curiosidad, casi queriendo preguntar cada cosa que veía a su paso, al voltear a su dirección, se asustó y se volteo a otro lado, casi pareciendo un soldado.

«Quizá no sea de aquí » pensó Max, tal vez no es de Japón y es la primera vez que ve un departamento tradicional japonés, lo mismo pasó con él.

—¿Quieres sentarte? — le preguntó de repente, la joven mujer dio media vuelta, sorprendida —. Claro si quieres, en la mesa o en la sala — solo movió la cabeza para señalar ambos lados.

Momo voltio a ver ambos, pensándolo brevemente —.Esta bien en la mesa — se sentó en la una silla, Max prefirió mantener la distancia, sentándose en el brazo del sillón individual, se recargo ligeramente; no es mucha distancia y al menos no incomodaría a la mujer que tiene enfrente, ella en cambio, lo miró confundida pero no quiso preguntar. 

Ahora tiene que pensar que puede preguntarle, dónde iniciar sin meterse en problemas; aún tenía la ropa sugerente de ayer, pero la diferencia tan marcada y destaca son sus cuernos y su cola, no los tenía. 

Su cola,  moviéndose de un lado a otro, sin hacer movimientos bruscos, los cuernos sobre salían de su cabellera oscura, si bien estos son del mismo color y carecen de brillo, destacaba entre los diferentes tonos de negro bajo la luz de los focos de su departamento y la luz del sol que salia en alguna de las ventanas, parecian tan reales… negó por sus adentros, eso lo dejaría para después, ahora tiene que pensar que puede preguntar y no ser tan directo o frío.

—¿Y bien? ¿Qué te trae por aquí? — fue lo primero que vino a su mente, «En vez de preguntar como, le pregunto otra cosa, que inteligente » se regañó a sí mismo en sus adentros; Yaoyorozu sonrió al instante, asintió, volteando hacia él para poder hablar bien. 

—Vine a entregarte tu chaqueta, ayer me la diste — le recordó, Max asintió nervioso.

—Si, lamento actuar sin pensarlo — se disculpó, Momo nego, sin quitar su sonrisa —.Gracias por traerla, supongo… — se sentía nervioso, mucho más de lo que admitiera.

—No agradezcas, tu fuiste muy amable en darmela, lo agradezco mucho. Espero que no te moleste, la planche y le quite las arrugas — vio la chaqueta y regresó su mirada a Max, quien sonrió un poco pero volvió a su seriedad. 

—Muchas gracias… — quería sentirse feliz porque le regresaron su chaqueta y tomarse la molestia de plancharla pero estaba inquieto, sabía porque y es lo que le daba miedo de la forma tan instantánea en que lo pensó.

Más que preocuparse si era una prostituta, fue más por la cuestión que tal vez estaba escapando de la policía o algo más había pasado pero esas ideas se esfumaron tan pronto como vinieron, más bien parecía cosplay bien hecho por ella misma; otra preocupación si ella estaba perdida o no estaba bien de sus facultades mentales. 

«Quizá solo necesita ayuda, será bueno preguntar » no había vuelta atrás, más vale prevenir que lamentar —. Puedo preguntar… ¿cómo es que llegaste aquí? 

—¿Eh?

—Es decir, ayer fue la primera vez que nos vimos y jamás dije nada, ¿quien eres tu y como supiste en donde vivía? — preguntó serio, mirándola. 

La observo por unos instantes, su cara muestra confusión a la cual pasó a arrepentimiento y miedo, no tardo en quitar su mirada, evitando mirarlo a los ojos, huyendo de los suyos, apenada, lo miraba de reojo tratando de hablar pero no había una respuesta, trayendo confusión a Max y una extrema preocupación, sus teorías se estaban haciendo realidad pero algo lo hacía sentir inquieto, una sensación la cual le indicaba que no era correcto pensar así, menos sin alguna respuesta clara para calmar su mar de dudas y preocupaciones. 

Momo quería desaparecer, se castiga a sí misma entre sus pensamientos por no ser lo suficientemente lógica, el no levantar sospechas y aparecer en donde quisiera, ni siquiera pensó en esperar al humano, se dejó guiar por su instinto que por la lógica; para complicarlo más, tiene su traje, ni siquiera se dio cuenta que lo tenia puesto, ¿estaba dormida? es una mala señal y debe decir la verdad, algo que la aterraba hasta cierto grado. Lo más probable la tome de loca pero debe hacer el esfuerzo de decirle algo antes que llame a la policía o se deba ir sin siquiera vacilar, había muchos policías rodando por toda la ciudad y eso la aterraba todavía más, no quería irse ni causar problemas. 

Si bien su última opción era quitar la energía vital, no estaba en forma para hacerlo, además, se había retirado por completo de robar energía a los humanos, aquello era solo en caso de emergencia absoluta y esto no lo era.

Miro a Max, esperando paciente, mirándola de vez en cuando sin esperar una respuesta rápida, manteniendo sus brazos relajados, aquello le da el empuje para dar su respuesta, tiene que ser honesta, sabia que las posibilidades de que le creyera eran mínimas pero mantiene cierta esperanza, si no huiría de ahí, al final es su culpa y debe afrontar las consecuencias.

«No hay de otra, todo apunta que no me crea nada » pensó, tragando de forma dura, une sus manos para darse apoyo así misma —. Quizá no me creas, pero yo soy una sucubo y bueno, supe donde vivías por tu olor — hablo seria y sin titubear, nerviosa con leves temblores en su cuerpo.

Max, al tener la tan esperada respuesta, siente su cuerpo tensarse en el acto, sin siquiera mover ningún músculo… su respiración paró por segundos, no esperaba esa respuesta para nada, estaba 100% seguro que su vestimenta era un cosplay pero no eso, en lo absoluto, es una súcubo…

Al recuperar su respiración y el movimiento de su rígido cuerpo, habla sin pensar —. Eso explica tu cola moverse — respuesta rápida la cual le dio tremendo strike… 

«¡Vaya genio que soy! ¡Ni siquiera lo pensé!» se regañó nuevamente.

La joven en cambio, sentía sus mejillas teñirse de  rosa al instante escucharlo, sus ojos se abrieron, sorprendida, volteo detrás de la silla, dando un gemido de susto y miedo, al parecer ni siquiera ella se dio cuenta que tenía su cola.

—¡Ni siquiera me di cuenta! — se quejó, dejando caer su cuerpo ligeramente hacia adelante, pasando su mano a su frente, regañandose a si misma; ni siquiera se dio cuenta que tenía su cola. Suelta un grito leve, tocándose la cabeza, sintiendo sus cuernos en su cabeza, se queja al sentirlos y el mundo está por caerse. 

Por lo general suele verse en un espejo y así darse un hechizo para que desaparezcan pero eso pasó inadvertido esta mañana, solo tomo en cuenta su vestimenta apenas, pero se olvidó de su cola y cuernos por completo, ahora estaba arruinada… ya no tenía a donde ir.

—Entonces… si son reales — Max le costaba mucho pensar que esa mujer que tiene enfrente es una súcubo 

—¿No estás asustado? — preguntó Momo, preocupada.

—No, me cuesta creer, solo es eso — se acomodo mejor, Momo lo mira confundida —.Me hubieras seducido desde el inicio, ¿no es así? — Momo asintió sin dudarlo; Max soltó un poco de aire, al menos no era algo que se debería preocupar tanto.

—¿Ni siquiera tienes miedo? — volvió a preguntar, Max nego. 

—¿Debería…? — pregunto, Yaoyorozu pareció confundida, sin mucho que decir —. Ok, al parecer es lo normal pero no tengo miedo, así que no te preocupes — respondió, dejando más perpleja a Momo, Max no tenía mucho al decir el respecto —.No quise sonar grosero, solo que me resulta difícil creer que seas una súcubo, tu comportamiento es como la de una humana — «Y un poco desorientada » pensó pero no iba a decírselo. Desde su perspectiva, parecía una humana tratando de entender todo a su alrededor.

—Yo… bueno si, suelo comportarme más como una humana que una súcubo, que ni siquiera sé cómo se comportan… — lo último lo murmuro en duda pero negó al instante, volviendo a Max — .Pero regresando al punto, si, no soy la típica súcubo que te va a seducir y a quitar tu energía vital — habló sin detenerse, dejando al contrario un poco perplejo al hombre ante su expresión. 

«Vaya, eso sonó raro y tétrico» recién se dio cuenta y más con la mirada de Max, sin mucha expresión —.¡Bueno…! — elevo la voz pero guardó silencio unos segundos, encorvando su espalda de forma ligera donde estaba — .Tu me entendiste… — murmuró hacia Max, quien asintió. 

—Además, es de día, ¿no se supone que los sucubos e incubos salen de noche? — pregunto al darse cuenta de ese detalle.

—Técnicamente sí, es mucho mejor salir de noche pero también podemos salir de día aunque causarian un gran alboroto — explico sin darle tantas vueltas al asunto. 

Sería fácil que los sucubos e incubos salieran de dia, mezclarse con la sociedad si no fuera el hecho que llamarían mucho la atención además de tener a la televisión y el internet sobre ellos; agregando los pocos lugares donde no había tantos humanos pero de todas maneras llamarían la atención, claro, era lógica pero no para muchos de ellos. 

—Claro, época de internet, todo lo raro será investigado en todos los rincones y los altos mandos enloquecerán — respondió Max, entendiendo mejor a Momo. 

—Así es, en mi caso deje ser sabuco como tal y ahora estoy sola, tratando de… hum… ser humana, supongo — murmuró entre alegría e inseguridad, dejando a Max pensando

«¿Humana…?» se preguntó, no quería indagar mucho por lo cual solo se limito a sentir. 

—Bueno, supongo que estoy molestando, además es muy temprano, debes estar ocupado — se disculpó y se levantó, Max habló sin pensar. 

—No en realidad, debería agradecerte por lo menos — comento, así mismo su mente se movía más rápido. 

Momo, por el contrario, se asustó —. No…¡no te molestes! — mencionó, quizá sabiendo a dónde se dirige aquello. 

—¿Has comido algo? — pregunto, pensando en lo que había dicho “Deje de ser una súcubo” por lo cual supuso que debería comer algo, claro, dejó de ser sabuco y por ende debe suplantar esa energía. 

—¿Eh? No… la verdad que no, ¡pero no te preocupes! ¡Debo estar..!

—¿Quieres ramen instantáneo o onigiris? — preguntó Max, dejando a Momo más confundida. 

—¿Eh? Bueno... yo... me gustaría lo que sea... ¡pero no te molestes! — comentó, preocupada por que quizá lo está molestando además de su raro comportamiento.

«¿Qué le pasa a este humano?» se preguntó, trataba  de encontrarle sentido a sus acciones, del porqué la ayuda.

—No me molestas y es lo minimo que puedo hacer; te tomaste la molestia de traer mi chaqueta aún sabiendo los peligros de estar en la calle en el día — cualquiera se aprovecharía o le daría mala fama a Momo, llevándola a ocultarse al ser sucubo, al menos debe compensarla. Yaoyorozu se encogió de hombros, sintiéndose mal consigo misma al darse cuenta de lo irracional que fue; si tan solo se hubiera dado cuenta quizá no le estaría dando tantos problemas al hombre —.Yo invito, al menos déjame agradecerte— le expresó sincero, casi en un ruego, no esperaba a una aceptación pero al menos una consideración de su parte. 

Momo a esto, asintió, derrotada ante las palabras del hombre, quizá no debería aceptar pero bajo esa insistencia no le daba de otra a aceptar, además, debía aprovechar la comida, recuperar aunque sea poca energía y retirarse del hogar. 

Max se levantó sin pestañear, caminando a la cocina, sintiendo la mirada de la mujer encima de él, hacía tiempo que alguien no lo miraban con curiosidad. 

—Cierto — se regresó a Momo —.¿Cuál es tu nombre? — preguntó, sorprendiendo a Momo. 

—Yaoyorozu Momo — respondió de inmediato. 

—Es un placer Yaoyorozu-san, mi nombre es Valtees Maximum — se presentó dando una encabezada. 

—El placer es mío, Valtees-san — sonrío de regreso a Max, él asintió y fue a la cocina a preparar el almuerzo.

Quizá no sería el más preparado del mundo pero es el entusiasmo que debe dar.

Momo por su parte sonrió al saber el nombre de Max aunque se daba cuenta que él nombre de Max es extranjero…

«Eso explica su casa» observó el departamento mejor, si bien es un departamento normal japonés había pequeñas cosas que lo distinguen, entre ellas algunos textos en inglés como el calendario o algunos poster, la falta de muebles tradicionales japoneses, es casi ver una casa de películas americanas las cuales veía en algunos lugares. 

Mientras tanto, Max cocinaba ramen instantáneo con chuleta de cerdo, la cual había hecho al vapor hace algunos días, al menos se acabaría aquella chuleta, de lo contrario lo congelara antes de echarse a perder.

«Al menos podré compartir mi comida con alguien más » se alegró, sintiendo emoción porque alguien comerá su comida y  podrá compartirla.

Al terminar de calentar, con ambas manos se llevó ambos platos hondos a la pequeña mesa, donde Yaoyorozu está distraída con el lugar. 

—El almuerzo está listo — comentó al dejar primero el plato al frente de ella.

—Muchas gracias — sonrió alegremente, disfrutando del olor del ramen y la carne.

—Claro, enseguida traigo los palillos — dejó su plato al otro lado y se fue a la cocina nuevamente y se regresó de forma rápida al olvidar algo —.Yaoyorozu-san, ¿que quieres de beber? — pregunto.

—Soda está bien — respondió, Max asintió, adentrándose en el pequeño lugar.

Al regresar de nuevo, trajo los palillos con una soda y dos vasos de vidrio, haciendo malabares con sus manos al cuidar que no se le cayera.

—Te ayudo — se levantó Momo, sostuvo los vasos en sus manos mientras que Valtees se sentaba y dejaba el refresco en el centro —.Aquí tienes — le pasó un vaso, Max agradeció con una encabezada a la vez le pasaba un par de palillos de metal, Momo agradeció contenta; Max sirvió soda mientras que observaba a Momo sorprendida por el gran plato de ramen con chuleta de cerdo.

—Itadakimasu — ambos pronuncian, empezando a comer. 

Momo disfrutaba la comida, hacía tanto que no comía algo tan rico, mientras que Max comía sin hacer ningún ruido, evitando mirar a Momo. 

—¡Esto está muy rico! — comentó gustosa de la comida.

—No es nada, solo es ramen instantáneo con chuleta de cerdo que estaba guardada — comento sin emoción. 

—¡Pero está rico, eso cuenta! – protestó Momo, haciendo sonreír a Max. 

La comida continuaba, a Momo le encantaba la chuleta de cerdo, Max estaba  acabando  su plato.

—Gochisousama —Max terminó, mientras que Momo se apresuraba a terminar. 

«Se siente raro, hacía tanto que no comía junto con alguien» la sensación que siente es difícil de expresar y explicar, por alguna razón no podía, sabe que en parte se debe al poco contacto que tiene con la gente pero no se explica la sensación de rareza en él. 

—Valtees-san — lo llamaron, Max levanta su rostro, mirando a Momo —.Estuvo muy rico, muchas gracias — agradeció con una encabezada, Max nego.

—No es nada, además, es mi agradecimiento — sonríe de forma leve; volviendo a su seriedad. 

—¿Estas bien? — Momo se da cuenta de lo pensativo que esta Max.

—Estoy bien, nada de qué preocuparse — sonríe a medias, Momo está intranquila pero sabe que es mejor no preguntar —.Dime… ¿ahora qué harás? — pregunto, Yaoyorozu lo miró confundida, Max tosio un poco para aclarar su voz —. Es decir, has dejado de absorber la energía vital de las personas, ¿acaso estás sola, comes algo al menos? — lo pudo intuir fácilmente por la forma en que se expresaba de la comida. 

—Yo… no lo sé — sé sincero —.He estado sola desde hace más de 4 años, es complicado de explicar… digamos que dejé mi hogar o bueno, eso se supone que era, como dije quiero ser humana, ni siqueira me siento como una sucubo y bueno, he estado sola, recolectando comida o lo que pueda — al escucharla, Max se limitó a asentir, entendiendo lo difícil que puede ser sola. 

—Estás bien si no dices más, lo entiendo — comentó Max tranquilo, Momo al escuchar esas palabras, la gran compresión y empatía que tienen, sin exigencia de parte de Max —.¿Tienes planeado salir ahora? Es peligroso.

—Ahora que lo mencionas, si lo es, de seguro llamarán a la policía y me tendré que ir…

—Quédate hasta la noche o como quieras, es mi descanso así que estaré aquí, no salgo hasta la noche — comento para sorpresa de Momo.

—¿Eh?¿En serio? — preguntó, Max asentía —.Muchas gracias — agradeció dando una encabezada. 

—Es lo minimo que puedo hacer, no te preocupes por eso — se levantó, juntando los platos y vasos.

—Oh cierto — la curiosidad es fuerte asi que debia preguntarle — .Tu departamento no parece japonesa, ¿a que se debe? — pregunto, notando la sonrisa de Max. 

—Eres de las pocas personas que lo nota — recoge los platos con sumo cuidado  —.Soy de Estados Unidos, América; así que como verás es más a un estilo americano — contestó al irse a la cocina. 

—Eso lo explica — claro, era parecido a las películas que veía dobladas en la televisión cuando podía —. Hablas como un nativo a pesar de ser de allá — lo eligió; a simple vista Max parecía más alguien que ya ha estado aquí hace tanto tiempo. 

—Muchas gracias, las personas ni notan que soy extranjero hasta que me ven hablar inglés — rió entre dientes, la mayoría de veces se asustan por el cambio de voz que hace al cambiar de idioma. 

Momo rio al escuchar eso —.El arte de los idiomas — eso le recordaba a Yagi y sus combinaciones raras que hacía de inglés y el japonés.

«Vaya, que recuerdos» pensó con nostalgia.

—Bueno, en gran parte — regresó Max, dándole la razón, Momo salió de sus pensamientos —.Bueno, leere un poco, ¿qué quieres hacer? — le pregunto. 

—¡Quiero ver la televisión! — exclamó sin pensarlo mucho, hacía mucho que quería ver la tele y ver que pasaba. 

—De acuerdo, también tengo plataformas de streaming si es que quieres ver una película — comentó, Momo asentía feliz, dándole cierta confianza a Max de dejarle a la mujer el control. 

Al enseñarle donde estaba, se fue a leer un rato, Momo tomó el control mirando la pantalla iluminada de varios colores e iconos, fue por la televisión abierta a ver que había por los canales; algunos lograba localizar cuando estaba cerca de las casas por las noches o hoteles, otros le parecían extraños pero entretenidos. 

Ve uno que otro programa repetido, una película a medias que le pareció interesante pero aburrida a la vez, algun anime de temporada el cual ni sabia que habia 6 Temporada, entre más canales. Sentía que tenía un mundo a medias pero está contenta de al menos ver un poco. 

Mientras tanto, Max terminó de leer el libro que tenía pendiente y ahora hacia el quehacer, acomodar sus libros en orden, ropa desacomodada la cual a veces se olvida y bajaba acumularse, su cama es un desastre, por lo cual acomoda, se cuestiona cómo está Momo, aunque no le preocupa, de lo contrario le hubiera llamado. Al terminar, ve la hora, eran las 3 de la tarde, se asusta por haber tardado mucho en el que hacer de su cuarto, sentía que no había pasado nada de tiempo pero en realidad si. 

«Debería comprar un reloj, a este paso no podré hacer el quehacer hasta la siguiente semana» gruñó un poco, rascando su cabeza. 

Piensa que es mejor su celular y poner alarmas pero no le serviría de mucho, lo quito hace semanas porque piensa que estaría siguiendo una rutina estricta basada en horarios, cosa que no quiere y nunca debe volver, por lo cual le es más factible usar un reloj normal, de alguna manera verá el reloj y sabrá qué hora es.

«No debería pensar mucho» se regaña así mismo, suspira, negando a pesar de más. 

Al pasar de un lugar a otro, ve a Momo sentada en el sillón, inmersa en la televisión, al programa que nota es un documental de dinosaurios. 

Aclara su garganta, tratando de llamar la atención de Momo; al escucharlo se voltea, sonriendo a Max —.Lamento la tardanza — comenta, Momo niega —. Haré la comida, ¿algo que gustes? — le pregunta.

Yaoyorozu abre ligeramente los ojos, dándose cuenta de la hora que era —.Ya veo… ha pasado tiempo — se avergüenza, al darse cuenta de lo tan inmersa estaba viendo la tele. 

—El que debería preocuparse soy yo, eres mi invitada así que no te preocupes — soltó risas despreocupadas, dejando a Momo sorprendida —. Dime, ¿qué quieres, algo en especifico? — regreso a su pregunta inicial. 

—La verdad no sé… no conozco mucha comida asi que es difícil — respondió con extrañeza, tratando de recordar al menos una comida que no fuera ramen instantáneo. 

—Si se tratara de eso entonces… — Max guardó sus manos en sus bolsillos de pantalón deportivo, agachando la cabeza un poco pensando que podría hacer de comer sin que fuera algo ya hecho de una tienda de conveniencia.

Levantó su cabeza, dirigiéndose a Momo —. ¿Qué tal si hago Yakimeshi? — preguntó, Momo lo miró, sorprendida.

—¿Yakimeshi? — pregunta, siendo la primera vez que lo escuchaba.

—Es un tazón de arroz con zanahoria, soya, cebolla de cambray, huevo, puedes agregar lo que quieras — le describió el platillo concentrado, sin siquiera mirar a Yaoyorozu. 

Cuando la miro, se asustó un poco ante la mirada hambrienta de ella. 

—¡Eso suena muy rico! — comento, con un ligero rubor en sus mejillas. 

—Si, ¿quieres? — Momo asintió ante el comentario de Valores —.Yakimeshi será, cortaré  verduras y haré el arroz. 

—¡Espera, te ayudo! — se levantó la mujer. 

—De acuerdo, solo dejame hervire las verduras y las podrás cortar — Max sonríe ante su alegría, Momo asiente, volviéndose a sentar.

Al hervir las verduras y lavar el arroz, espero, mirando el reloj a lado del refri, recargándose donde se encontraba el fregadero de brazos cruzados. 

«En 25 min. estarán las zanahorias, espero que sean suficientes » piensa preocupado, no quería salir en fin se semana. 

Si se piensa de tradicional, para muchos hombres sería el paraíso tener a una chica tan linda como Momo y tratar de emocionarse por cada cosa que hiciera; cosa que no pasa con Max, es todo lo contrario.

Se siente nervioso, sin saber qué debe hacer o decir exactamente, en primer lugar, ¿que debería preguntar? si ni él es capaz de hablar de sí mismo, ¿algún tema? lo dudaba, se considera lo suficientemente aburrido para poder hablar de sus intereses o  algo interesante; ¿seria buena idea esperar que ella saque el tema? quizá esa será la mejor opción ahora porque ni de chiste va a hablar. 

«Para un tipo como yo, estoy seguro que me ve aburrido» no es algo que asegura bajo ninguna circunstancia, solo no puede evitarlo. 

Había olvidado lo difícil que era establecer una conversación normal más de 4 años, ni cuando era adolescente se le hacía tan difícil «¿A esto te referías con hablar con gente nueva, abuelo?» gruño, recordando a su fallecido abuelo, quien solía decir sobre hablar con nueva gente y no saber qué decir, sentir nerviosismo recorrer tu cuerpo sin siquiera haber comenzado a hablar. Independientemente de quien sea, es difícil hablar con las personas, lo cual le es cansado.

El sonido de la olla lo saca de sus pensamientos, ve el reloj, fijándose que ya han pasado los 25 minutos. Apaga la olla donde están las zanahorias, con trapos levanta la olla y con un colador se vierte; en un plato deja las zanahorias enfriarse mientras que va por la cebolla de de cambray, sacando varias del refrigerador, luego huevos para agregar al arroz. En un plato vierte las cebollas mientras un pensamiento rápido que lo hizo asustarse de repente pero esto se esfuma cuando recuerda lo que compró hace 2 días.

«Tengo té y soda, así que no me preocupo» suelta aire, despreocupado del miedo que le surgió de la nada. Bueno, de algo sirvió ser precavido. 

Momo por su parte, espero, sentándose nuevamente en la silla, esperando a Max. Estaba emocionada por ayudarle en lo que podía a Valttes aunque no sabría cómo pero lo intentaría con mucho gusto. Mira a su alrededor, un departamento acogedor con uno que otro poster en inglés, pocos en japones, percheros con vasos de vibro o platos recargados con su base, aquello es nuevo para Yaoyorozu, mra la sala la cual no es muy grande pero tiene buen tamaña para una persona, se imagiba como serian los sillos de comodos, no como los que solia dormir… nego con la cabeza, no queria recordar aquello lo cual evitaba. La da un vistazo general a la televisión y el mueble, muy bien acomodado y en orden, aquello la hizo abrir los ojos, pensado en lo que habia aprendido con los años, segun los hombres suelen ser descuidados pero al parecer pocos se saltan esa regla.

«Bueno, ellos suelen trabajar con estadísticas»  vuelve a negar con la cabeza, sin prestarle atención a sus pensamientos.

Al pasar 10 minutos, se asegura que las zanahorias estén frías para llevarlas con Momo junto con las cebollas, al irse al comedor, Momo se acerca para ayudar.

—Ya están cocidas las zanahorias y aquí están las cebollas — deja dos tablas de madera a lado de Momo, la cual una pasa a su lugar; Max había dejado un cuchillo mediano a lado del plato donde estaban las zanahorias, lo toma, sacando las zanahorias, empezando a cortar con cuidado.

—Antes solía ver programas de cocina cuando iba a quedarme a un hotel con el poco dinero que ganaba — comenta Yaoyorozu —.Bueno, trabajando ya sab- — le estaba costando hablar sobre eso.

—No te preocupes — interrumpe Máx ante la preocupación de Momo. 

Momo asiente, sabe que hablar sobre la prostitución con los humanos suele incomodae e incluso causar rechazo. 

—Como dije, trabajé un tiempo ya que era lo único que conocía y trataba de conseguir comida, así que estuve un par de meses viviendo en diferentes hoteles baratos, la ventaja era que tenían cable así que solía ver programas de cocina por si acaso… a pesar de que nunca aprendí a cocinar realmente — murmuró lo último de forma sombría; preocupando a Max —.Sin embargo, al menos me ayudó a saber que era cada cubierto y hacer cosas básicas con solo mirar — volvió a hablar más animada, con una sonrisa en su cara.

—Viendo se aprende — comentó Max, tomado la tabla de madera junto con un cuchillo —.Mi abuelo era un buen cocinero, así que solía verlo y saber que hacer, pero con lo básico — soltó un par de risas, haciendo sonreír a Momo —.Me vino enseñando al final luego de que por accidente queme queso en el sartén — comentó negando, aquello lo recuerda muy bien porque entro en panico y no sabia que hacer. 

—¿Cómo pasó eso? — preguntó Momo curiosa. 

—Trate de hacer espagueti de crema, solo que primero puse el queso en el sartén con la mecha de la estufa cual estaba muy alta — comentó cortando la cebolla —.Se me paso lo mano y lo queme, lo peor es que no sabía cómo despegar el queso; cuando mi abuelo llegó de su trabajo solo se me miraba negando con la cabeza, fue un milagro que no me regañara — era apenas un adolescente tratando de ser funcional y no depender de su abuelo pero fracasó —.Me enseñó a lavar el satén sin que lo tirara, además de que hizo espagueti con salsa de tomate; al final me enseño como usar cada cosa de la cocina y leer bien las recetas — rio, aun recuerda que fue un fin de semana que ambos estuvieron en la cocina. 

—Debes ser un buen cocinero gracias a tu abuelo — comentó Momo, sonriéndole. 

—En parte — le dio la razón —.Oh, es cierto, aun no he preguntado tu edad — cambia de tema —.No es para hacerte sentir mal ni nada, solo que tengo curiosidad y no quiero insultarte — hablo muy rápido, ganándose una risa de Yaoyorozu.

—En teoría tengo más de 57 años humanos pero en mi mundo, si lo trasladando al humano, tengo entre 24 a 25 años — comenta, sorprendiendo a Max —.Si que soy joven aquí.

—¿Cómo funciona eso? — Max se interesa.

—El crecimiento que tenemos es normal al de un humano hasta los 12 años, luego de cumplirlos el tiempo se detiene y crecemos muy lento  — explica Momo —.Apatir de los 13 se nos da un entrenamiento muy riguroso para salir al mundo humano sin ser vistos y robar energía.

—¿Tan pequeños? — pregunta el hombre.

—Si, es hasta los 18 que salimos al mundo humano, es decir, luego de 30 años humanos, en el infierno no pasa mucho tiempo y la energía que consumimos a veces es de las personas que quieren morir de manera rápida — explica de forma tranquila —.Cuando somos adultos ha pasado 40 años humanos y para ese entonces podemos reproducirnos — Momo ve el rostro de Max, impactado por lo que dijo, eso la asustó. 

—Vaya — comenta, parpadeando un poco —.Eso es sorprendente — termina de cortar las cebollas.

—Si, supongo — Momo vuelve su actividad —.Gracias a Lilith-sama nos dio la habilidad de querer tener bebes o no, tanto para no crear una sobrepoblación de sucubos e incubos por el mundo como poder robar energía sin preocuparnos por eso — explicó.

—Eso es una buena manera de tener hijos — comentó Max, Momo asiente con una sonrisa —.Espera, ¿Lilith?¿La primera mujer de Adan? — pregunta Max al retomar esa parte, incrédulo, pensando que aquello era solo un mito.

—Si, ella — confirmó —.Por lo general ella es la que mantiene todo en orden en nuestro mundo mientras que Lucifer-sama se encarga del inframundo, las almas de humanos que llegan y los demonios que le ayudan aunque no todos.

—Pensé que todos vivían en un mismo lugar 

—Hasta cierto punto lo hacemos pero tanto Lilith-sama como Lucifer-sama nos mantienen separados — explica al recordar la marcada separación entre ellos —.Mayoria de demonios solo quieren destruir a los humanos o hacer el mal, en comparación de los íncubos y súcubos que necesitamos a los humanos para sobrevivir así que es una gran pelea — Max siente, entendiendo la separación.

—Es difícil convivir con ellos entonces— comentó, ahora entendía el trabajo pesado de  Lucifer. 

—Si, Lilith-sama a veces comenta lo preocupada que está por su compañero por eso y el estrés de manejar esa situación, algunos se acercan para calmarla y decirle que ambos están haciendo un gran trabajo — sonrió —.Me pregunto como estará las cosas allá aunque se que no ha cambiado mucho — comenta partir la última zanahoria. 

Max la miraba de vez en cuando, sin saber qué preguntar. 

—Bueno, han pasado 4 años, aquí sí ha cambiado pero no se sin mi presencia — comenta con cierto toque de melancolía —.En fin, no es algo que debería concentrarme tanto; oh, he terminado — le muestra la tabla.

—Si, gracias, ire a hacer el Yakimeshi — toma ambas tablas con las manos con cuidado para irse a la cocina. 

—Es-s cierto — tartamudeo Yaoyorozu —.No he preguntado tu edad. 

—Cierto — suelta una risa —.Tengo 27 años — comenta al entrar a la cocina. 

—Creí que tenías más edad — comenta, escucho otra risa de Max. 

—Si, es lo que me dicen muchos — Max sabe que con la barba y el cabello largo le suma más años. 

Max se apresura en cocinar la comida, hacer los huevos y en una olla vierte un poco de soya, calienta y coloca todos los ingredientes, mezclandolos para poder hacer el yakimeshi.

Luego de un rato, Max trae los tazones con los palillos arriba con cuidado, se regresa  para ir por las sodas con dos vasos de cristal. 

—Aquí tienes — le pasa un vaso, Momo lo toma con cuidado, dándole un sorbo. 

—Se ve tan rico — mira el tazón lleno de arroz y verdura. 

—Te encantará — menciona Max al preparar los palillos para comer, Momo lo imita. 

—Itadakimasu — ambos dicen, empezando a comer.

Tan solo de darle un bocado, Momo chilla alegre, el arroz se siente esponjoso, las zanahorias, el huevo y la cebolla hacen una explisón en su boca que no puede describir.

—¡Esto es tan rico! — comenta feliz, dándole más bocados al arroz. 

—¿Verdad? La verdura le da el toque — comenta Max con la boca llena.

—Si, se siente como una explosión de sabores — comenta Momo feliz, Max asiente. 

Luego de dar bocados en silencio; Momo decidió hablar, sacar al menos algo de platica a Max.

—Valttes-san  —Max fija su mirada a Momo —.¿En que trabajas? ¿Es bueno trabajar o es malo? — pregunta con inocencia, Max parpadea un par de veces, deja los platillos a un lado del tazón, rápidamente aclarándose la garganta. 

—Trabajo como administrador de una empresa privada, solo hago números, gráficas y demás, claro desde casa; lo otro diría que bien por mi parte, algo estresante pero bien — contesta con honestidad.

—¿Por qué es estresante? — pregunta, al darle un bocado a su arroz.

—Por mis vecinos y el ruido que suelen hacer — suelta, soltando un gruñido leve —.Digamos que las paredes de algunos departamentos son muy delgadas y el casero nos advirtió de eso, claro, este lugar era algo así como un asilo para personas mayores por lo cual explica que el edificio tenga paredes delgadas a comparación de un edificios más actual — con los codos en la mesa, mueve las manos de un lado a otro para explicar —.Claro un adulto mayor no hace ruido, tiene sentido las paredes y el tiempo que se construyó; el problema surge entre la mañana y la noche donde mis vecinos creen que el ruido que hacen no se escucha cuando en realidad si se escucha y muy claro, ellos también se quejan en especial de mi porque soy extranjero y “creen que hago mucho ruido” — hace las comillas con sus dedos a la par que voltea los ojos, negando con la cabeza un poco —.Aunque alardean de que están en un edificio tradicional y pueden tener el mejor lugar — bufo, tomó sus palillos con su mano y se dispuso comer un bocado de su arroz —.Hipocresía a todo su esplendor — habla con la boca llena, torciendo un poco la boca. 

Momo al escuchar aquello entrecierra los ojos, sin poder entender lo que acaba de escuchar —. Habiendo tantos lugares escogen uno sabiendo lo antiguo que es… — murmura, sin poder encontrar otra forma de expresarse —.Que estrés, creen que están solos.

—Así es

—Me sorprende lo mucho que los puedes aguantar — se preocupó Momo por Max.

—No por mucho — le resta importancia —.Me mudare en un par de meses así que puedo soportarlo, he aguantado 4 años a estas personas no hace mal un par de meses más — río.

—Tienes razón — Momo concuerda, comiendo arroz felizmente. 

Pasó un rato donde se rieron de las ocurrencias de los vecinos de Max y Momo hacía comentarios un poco sarcásticos sobre cómo los vecinos creían que quejarse de Max arreglaría algo cuando el mismo casero sabe que ellos son el problema.

—Gochisousama — ambos acabaron, Momo suspiraba por lo llena que estaba, satisfecha. 

—Hacía tanto que no me sentía tan tranquila — habla de repente, sonriendo de forma inconsciente, aquello llama la atención de Max.

Momo al darse cuenta de la atención de Valttes y como había hablado sin pensar. 

—¡Lo siento mucho! — tapo su boca con la mano derecha, asustada de forma leve —.Hable sin pensar… — bajo los hombros, apenada. 

—No te preocupes… me alegra que estes tranquila — murmura Max, sin saber que decir a eso.

—Bueno, eh… este… — Yaoyorozu trata de buscar las palabras necesarias pero no puede —.Habia olvidado la tranquilidad sin tener que estar estresada por conseguir algo que comer o absorber… — murmura eso último, frunciendo un poco el ceño. 

Max escucha, sin mucho que hablar o cómo expresarse.

—Comer comida humana, hablando contigo me siento tan tranquila que otras veces — continúa hablando —.Me había sentido oprimida en mi mundo y en este incluso indiferencia y ahora no lo estoy y ya no estoy sola — sonríe un poco, Max le suelta una sonrisa, cómplice de lo mencionado.

—No eres la única Yaoyorozu-san — comenta Max, haciendo sonreír más a Momo.

—Me alegra mucho — suelta una risita pequeña —.Gracias Valttes-san — Max siente, sonriendo ampliamente. 

Max se siente tan tranquilo que siente extraño.

Debería estar alarmado, quizá confundido e intranquilo al tener a una mujer que no es humana pero no se siente así, más bien es una extraña tranquilidad que lo deja en el limbo y no sabe cómo responder  a eso y tan solo dejarse llevar por Momo. Debería estar en alerta pero ninguna alarma se enciende, es como si esa parte de ansiedad, preocupación y sobretodo alerta la cual siente con cualquier persona que apenas conoce se ha apagado por completo y su confianza había regresado, aquella que solía tener cuando estaba en la escuela secundaria entre los 15 a los 18… no lo entiende, no le molesta en lo absoluto, solo se siente tan tranquilo a lado de Momo, extrañamente tranquilo. 

«Tal vez sea porque ella es sumamente honesta a comparación de otras personas » aquello quizá explicaría sus reacciones, expresiones y forma de ser que no le hace sentirse en alarma o desconfiado. Sabe que está ocultado mucho, sean detalles sobre su vida o porque abandonó el inframundo pero supone que es algo normal, él también lo está haciendo y sabe que ella se ha dado cuenta más no lo habla directamente. No debe bajar la guardia así que solo dedicarse a mirar. No es algo que quiera pensar mucho, quizá no la vuelva a ver y sea de esas veces que conoce a una persona solo una vez en la vida… por lo cual  no debería pensarlo mucho, solo pensar en cómo la actitud de Momo no lo mantenía en alerta. 

Pasan las horas, Max había lavado los trastes y Momo veía la televisión hipnotizada por lo que observaba, Max se dispone  a ver que trabajos avanzar o leer algunos mangas pendientes, debes en cuando sale de su habitación para ir al baño o tomar agua, de paso ofreciéndole a Momo la cual pocas veces le ha dicho que si.

—Valttes-san — Momo toca la puerta, Max despega su mirada de su laptop, volteando —.Seria bueno irme, ya es de noche — comenta Momo.

Max ve el reloj en la pantalla de la laptop, dando las 8:40 p.m.

—¿No quieres quedarte a cenar? Por mi no hay problema — sugiere.

—No, no muchas gracias — niega con su cabeza —.Ya he molestado mucho y sería buena idea irme porque la gente no debe estar en el edificio y pudo irme volando — explica. 

—Cierto — Max le da la razón, se levanta de su silla, acercándose a la puerta, Momo se hizo un lado —.Dame un momento – se va a la cocina, dirigiéndose a su almacenamiento, donde tenía ramens instantáneos, comida enlatada, etc.

Toma una bolsa de plástico y echa 6 ramens instantáneos con una soda pequeña y un paquete té verde, al regresar le da la bolsa a Momo, la cual abre los ojos sorprendida.

—¡No te molestes…!-

Aquello la tomó de sorpresa casi asustandola, sabiendo que quizá estaba siendo molesta hacia el hombre.

—No te preocupes por eso, tomalo — sonríe Max, Momo toma la bolsa, dando una reverencia.

—Muchas gracias 

—No agradezcas, Yaoyorozu-san — sonrie sincero, Momo le regresa la sonrisa. 

Max toma sus llaves, con las sandalias puestas, espera  a la mujer; Yaoyorozu se sienta para atar sus tacones altos de látex. 

—¿No te cansas con esos tacones? — preguntó, con cierta preocupación.

—No tanto, pero me gustaría usar zapatos o tacones menos altos, se ve que son comidos — responde, cerrando los ojos con una leve sonrisa —¿Son cómodos? — mira a Valttes.

—Nunca he usado tacones pero si zapatos, algunos son muy cómodos — suelta sin pensarlo mucho, Momo asiente ante la respuesta. 

Al estar lista, Max abre la puerta, mirando a ambos lados para ver si no hay ningún vecino, al darse cuenta, deja que Momo salga primero, la cual no duda en salir con la bolsa en su brazo colgando. Max cierra la puerta de forma rápida, al cerrarla con llave guarda sus llave en su pantalón, con la cabeza le hace una seña para que lo siga, Momo asiente, caminando cuidadosamente para que sus tacones no se escuchen. Max ve hacia arriba de las escaleras, no escucha nada, mira por debajo y lo mismo, al sentir alivio camina hacia arriba, justo donde está el techo de su edificio. Al caminar un rato y dar un par de vueltas, llegan al techo, Max abre la puerta, vigilando de que nadie esté, suspira de alivio. 

—Puedes irte sin preocupaciones — comenta Max, Momo hace un ruido se afirmación.

—¡Muchas gracias Max-san! — sonríe Momo, Max le regresa la sonrisa. 

—No agradezcas 

—Bueno, será mejor que abra mis alas —  Momo siente sus alas estar en su espalda. 

Max abre los ojos, embalado por ambas alas.  

—Que hermosas… — suelta, parpadeando varias veces.

—¿En serio? ¿Tú crees eso? — Momo lo mira, sorprendida ante el comentario.

—Si, claro que lo son — reafirma Valttes, mirándola. 

—Te lo agradezco mucho — sonrió ante la sinceridad del contrario.

Max rie un poco nervioso ante el comentario, sin saber qué decir. 

—Será mejor que me vaya — Momo mira el cielo, con las estrellas iluminando el cielo nocturno.

—Si, ten cuidado — le pide Max.

—Si… — Momo  parece dudar en algo, se encoge en sí misma, por lo cual con una bocana de aire habla —.¿Nos volvemos a verlos, Valttes-san? — pregunta, nerviosa. 

—Yo…claro, si nos volvemos a ver, ten eso seguro — tartamudeando Max. 

—¡Si, claro! — sonríe Momo —.Espero volver a vernos Max-san — le dice mientras empieza a volar un poco. 

—Si, Yaoyorozu-san — Max le da una sonrisa de formación, Momo asiente, volando hacia el cielo nocturno, Max suspiro, tranquilo que nada pasara y Yaoyorozu se fuera tranquila. 

A bajar de las escaleras con cuidado de no ser visto, piensa como había sido su dia y lo movio que fue, sabe que es extraño de antemano y no lo duda para nada, solo fue reconfortante al pasar tiempo con alguien sin preocupación alguna, hablar y poder convivir, sin la presión de decir o hacer algo. Al llegar a su departamento, trata de no sentirse raro, solo prepararse para comer e ir a dormir, esperando al siguiente día sin ansia alguna. 

Las semanas pasan, nada destacable en la vida de Max o eso parecía. 

La noche se hace presente, fresca y agradable, Max camina hacia la tienda de siempre a comprar algunos productos que vio en la televisión los cuales si bien llamaron su atención desconfiaba de ellos por alguna razón.

«Si no te gusta no lo vuelves a comprar, no hay que estresarse» se recalcó a sí mismo al caminar a la tienda. A cada paso siente el peso de su celular, llaves y cartera en sus bolsillos de su pans y suerte, es raro para él llevar conjunto pero fue lo único que le ocurrió para salir, siempre le molesta las miradas curiosas de la gente, es especial a la gente más conservadora… hace un pequeño gruñido, molesto de pensar eso. 

Al entrar a la tienda, Hiroshi lo recibe con una bienvenida, le da el asentimiento de siempre a modo de saludo, caminado por los pasillos para encontrar los productos que necesita, tenía suerte de tener su celular, de lo contrario estaría batallando en encontrar muchas de las cosas.

«Me pregunto cómo le hacía mi abuelo para recordar todo, incluso lo más pequeño» se preguntaba Max al recordar la memoria de su abuelo y como nada se le escapa al hacer las comprar. 

Al cruzar a un pasillo se detiene en seco, abriendo sus ojos.

—¿Hmm…? Oh — es Momo, está agachada mirando algo en la área de galletas y snacks —.Valttes-san — comenta levantándose, asustada de forma leve. 

—Yaoyorozu-san… — murmura Max, sin saber qué decir.

Viste una larga camina blanca la cual le transparenta un poco, notándose su ropa de sucubo, sus tacones estaban visibles, aunque lo que más le impresiona, es que sus cuernos y cola no están, la hace tener una apariencia más linda aunque puede pasar desapercibida.  «¿Qué pasó? ¿Ella está bien?» se preguntaba al ver a Momo algo inquieta aun con su sonrisa.

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[tadea-gulliver]

Hello, I'm looking for beta reader for a Hetalia x The Hunger Games au in Spanish, I still don't have much finished, but a service like this would be awesome, if someone it's interested I would gladly appreciated, my message are open, and thank you so much

[harrysfolklore]

charles leclerc answers the internet’s most searched questions

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MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

"Hi I'm Charles Leclerc and today I'm going to be answering the web's most searched questions about me."

Charles said to the camera, he was wearing his typical media day outfit, a Ferrari half zip up jacket and his baggy jeans, ones that no matter how hard his girlfriend tried to get rid off it was just impossible because he liked them too much.

"First question, what is Charles Leclerc's number?" he read on the iPad the Sky Sports team had given him to read the question, "I hope we are speaking about the driver number, because my girlfriend won't like that people are searching for my phone number on the internet and I'll be very worried if you can find it," the crew laughed at his comment, "But it's number 16."

"What is Charles Leclerc's favorite song?" he read the next question, "I think overall, it's Where is the Love by the Black Eyed Peas, but recently I've been loving Sabrina Carpenter's songs, and that's thanks to my girlfriend."

"Did Charles Leclerc retire?" he couldn't help but let out a laugh at the question, "Are people really asking this question? The answer is no, I'm not that old and I hope I don't look that old. I've still got many years in me I hope."

"Did Charles Leclerc win in Monaco?" a small smile played on his face, "The answer changed just a few weeks ago but yes I did. It was a really special moment, my mum cried, my brothers cried, my girlfriend cried. It was beautiful."

"Did Charles Leclerc adopt Oscar Piastri?," he couldn't help but laugh again, "That answer also changed a few weeks ago and yes I did. He's one of my sons now."

"Does Charles Leclerc speak Italian? Yes I do."

"Does Charles Leclerc have a sister? No I don't."

"Does Charles Leclerc have a girlfriend?" he could feel his cheeks blushing as he read, "Yes I do. And as you can tell, I talk a lot about her, so much that there are compilation videos of me just talking about her, I've seen them."

"Will Charles Leclerc win a championship?" he made a thinking face, "I'm curious to know what Google says about that one, but I'll say yes. At least if I work day and night for that, so I hope it will happen one day."

"Is Charles Leclerc good at cooking?" Charles chuckled. "Well, I like to think I'm decent. I can make a mean pasta and I really enjoy it, but my girlfriend is the real chef in our relationship. She loves baking, and her cookies are the best."

"Can Charles Leclerc play the piano? Well I'm not a pianist but I have enough skill to really enjoy it. So yeah, I can play the piano.

"Does Charles Leclerc have any pets?" he smiled warmly, "Yes, my girlfriend and I have a dog named Leo. He's a an absolute sweetheart. He even comes to some of the race weekends with us."

"What is Charles Leclerc's favorite date night activity?" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow, "Did my girlfriend search that?" the crew laughed, and Charles continued, "If she did, she knows I love our cozy movie nights at home, eating whatever we want and just chilling on the couch."

"Alright, last one," he said, looking back at the iPad, "What does Charles Leclerc do in his free time?" he read, "When I'm not racing or training, I enjoy spending time with my family, friends and my girlfriend of course. I love going to the beach, traveling or just relaxing at home."

He set the iPad down and looked directly into the camera. "Thank you for all the questions! I hope you learned something new about me. Until next time, ciao!"

did i reference my own fic here? anyway i hope you like thisss

[katyawooga]

sevika week – day three, shimmer

— nsfw warning

shimmer was the most dangerous and the most passed around substance in the undercity. many people abused it, others discovered certain medicinal benefits. sevika was a completely different case.

you still weren't completely sure how the partial-cyborg thing worked with sevika's arm, and you were weirdly curious about the blood-to-shimmer ratio in her system. nevertheless, her chemtech arm and her capabilities while under the strengthening influence of shimmer really turned you on.

"so, tell me again how your arm works? like, you just think and it does whatever you want?" you swooned when she got all geeky and nerdy about her arm.

"i feel like i've told you a million times, cariña," she chuckled, sitting you on her lap on the couch of your shared apartment. "well, anyway, singed had to amputate my arm when it got damaged from the explosion, but he made sure to keep the important nerve endings intact..."

your eyes lazily followed where she pointed at different parts of her bionic arm, getting mesmerized seeing the neon purple liquid flowing through the mechanical veins.

"and the shimmer," you snapped back into reality after zoning out. even just her voice and how she got all technical got you going. "you never use it around me. what does it do to you?"

sevika paused and placed her human hand on your waist, caressing down to your hip.

"you don't wanna know that, mi amor," she assured you, thinking that was the end of the conversation.

"no, but i do," you insisted, shifting in her lap to straddle more comfortably one of her muscular thighs. "tell me, mamí. what happens when the shimmer gets into your system?"

your heart was already racing and that familiar, and welcoming, heat was pooling in your lower belly. she locked eyes with you, her grey gaze meeting yours with a smirk.

"i barely feel like myself. this sort of... passion, and the urges that take me over are impossible to ignore."

sevika's touches were slowly becoming more purposeful, her human hand giving your ass a gentle squeeze.

"what urges?" you asked, your eyes practically sparkling. you hadn't even noticed the slight rocking that you were doing against her thigh. she scoffed and glanced across the room, where she kept her cross-body belt of shimmer capsules.

"d'you want me to show you, preciosa?"

you nodded immediately, and she gestured for you to bring her the shimmer. you obliged, and she took one of the capsules and inserted it into the compartment of her arm.

"this is a smaller dose, i don't wanna hurt you, baby," she said, revving up her arm to inject the shimmer into her bloodstream and through her body. her bluish-purple scarring that stretched up the left side of her neck and her face shone bright as the shimmer dispersed in her system, and you could've sworn her eyes flashed magenta.

sevika grunted and shook her head, looking intensely into your eyes. you had never wanted her to put you through the mattress more than right now.

you kissed her first and she held an iron grip on your waist, guiding your hips to grind against her thigh. her groans sounded strained and distorted, but god, it was hot. her tongue shoved its way into your mouth, tasting every inch of you that there was.

"bed. strip." she ordered, panting once you had broken away from the kiss. you wasted no time in doing what she wanted.

you were naked on the bed as she walked over to you, towering above the bed and stripping herself of her own clothes. the urgency in which she did it caused her to rip through her shirt and her pants, and it only made you throb harder. she grabbed the harness and the most impressive strap-on dildo you owned and donned it proudly. she climbed onto the bed and stood on her knees in front of you.

"is this what you wanted, mi bebé?" sevika growled, running the tip of the toy through the lips of your soaked pussy. "to see me like this? so powerful?"

you couldn't help but moan and whine at the sight of her above you, the way she pulled you closer by your ankles.

"y-ye–"

you were cut off by the sharp thrust she made, making you gasp. she stayed buried in you, her thumb reaching down to circle your needy clit.

"yeah? you wanted your mamí high off shimmer to fuck you?" she questioned, pulling out slowly then snapping her hips right back in, just as deep.

"fffuh..." you whined, your head falling back against the pillow. "yes... yesss v-vika..."

once she got the answer she was looking for, she chuckled to herself and continued to fuck you. she had never used this much force before, and the sounds of skin-to-skin had never been so loud. she had you gripping the sheets, blabbering nonsense, and drooling from the corners of your mouth.

"fff– vika, i... c-cum, i'm gonna cummm..." you whined, your words coming out like stutters from the rhythmic and unrelenting thrusts into your weeping pussy. "ple-ease..."

the stamina sevika gained while on shimmer was insane. she laughed at how you were close.

"you really wanna cum now, baby girl?" she taunted, leaning down to kiss and suck on your neck. "and ruin all the fun? hell, i ain't stoppin' 'til i can feel the bed's legs giving way."

that comment alone had you clenching tightly around the clear silicone toy. your brain felt like mush from the roughness. sevika pinched and toyed with your clit and pushed you even closer to the edge.

"i'm cumming, i-i'm cumming, ssse... sevika...!" you reached up and gripped onto her human forearm as you came harder than you have in a long time, whining out her name and several profanities as you tried to calm down. but her efforts weren't slowing down.

"when did i say this was over, mi vida?"

@sevikaweek

[mrsfancyferrari]

Fragments of Hope

Summary: You had an argument with Daniel and you decided to leave him for a while. What you didn't know is that he can't live without you.

Song: MILLION DOLLAR BABY - Tommy Richman

Author’s note: I can't write short stories to save my life. I hope you enjoy this long journey which may take a full day to read. Please like, reblog and share this! <3

Word count: 4.6k

"Daniel, I feel like you're prioritizing your racing career over our relationship. It seems like you don't care about me anymore." You said, stressing over the fact that Daniel didn't understand.

"I understand why you might feel that way, but racing is my passion and it's important to me. I want you to know that you're also a priority in my life." Daniel replied.

"Well it certainly does feel like it sometimes," You muttered, standing up from your seat.

"Y/N please listen to me," Daniel pleaded, standing up to follow you.

"No you listen to me!" you yelled, turning around to face him. "Everyday you stay in the paddock until 1AM or later when you come home and then you leave at 8AM to go back to work. Daniel, I have less than 7 hours to spend time with you and it's mostly used on you sleeping,"

"I understand that it may feel that way, but racing is not just a career for me. It's my passion," Daniel pleaded, his voice filled with sincerity. "I love you more than words can express, and I want to make it work between us."

"How Daniel, tell me how you are going to fix this because right now, I don't feel like I'm in a relationship with you but a friend who helps you."

Daniel stood there, his eyes filled with regret and realization. He had never seen you so upset before, and your words struck a chord deep within him. He knew that he had to make a change, to find a way to balance his racing career with your needs and desires.

"That's what I thought," You muttered, taking your phone before heading for the door, "Don't follow me,"

Feeling frustrated and hurt, you stormed out of the house and went to your best friend's house for the night.

As you're on your way to your friend's place, your phone dies, leaving you disconnected from Daniel. However, when you finally arrive at your friend's house, you decide to check your phone for any missed messages.

Opening your photos or messages, you notice several messages and calls from Daniel. One that read, "I'm sorry for what happened. Are you at your friend's house?"

You take a deep breath, feeling a mix of anger and sadness.

Despite your hurt feelings, you decide to text him back, "Yes, I'm at my friend's house. I need some time to think and process everything. Please respect my space for now."

It's late at night when you find yourself sitting with your friend, doing your skin care routine together. You decide to share your situation with her, expecting some reassurance.

As you pour your heart out to your friend, she listens attentively, her eyes filled with empathy. "I can understand why you're feeling hurt and frustrated," she says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"It's important to prioritize your own needs and emotions in a relationship. You deserve someone who can dedicate time and effort to nurturing your connection."

"But I have got to remind you how in love Daniel looks when he's with you," your friend said, her voice filled with sincerity.

"I've seen the way his eyes light up when he talks about you, and the way he always puts your happiness first. Maybe this situation is a wake-up call for him to prioritize your relationship and find a better balance. Give him a chance to make things right, but also remember to listen to your own needs and make decisions that are best for you."

You nod, appreciating your friend's perspective and words of encouragement. "You're right," you reply, "I do see how much Daniel cares about me. I'll take some time to reflect on what I need and have an open conversation with him."

The next day, you and Daniel barely exchange any words. It feels like there's a tension between the two of you, but you try to ignore it.

As the race day approaches, you find yourself watching Daniel's race. Unfortunately, he doesn't perform well, finishing in 19th place. The disappointment weighs heavily on both of you and knew that Daniel would be very disappointed in himself, but you decide to give it some time.

You were always the one to comfort him after a bad race, reminding him that everyone has off days and that his performance does not define his worth as an athlete. You would assure him that you still believed in him and that you're proud of the effort he put in.

Feeling conflicted, you decide to reach out to Daniel after his disappointing race. Despite being in your friend's house, you understand that he is most likely in the paddock as usual.

You send him a text expressing your support and reminding him that you believe in his abilities, hoping that it will provide some comfort during this challenging time. . . .

Days turn into weeks, and the tension between you and Daniel remains. One night, you receive a strange picture from Lando, a close friend of Daniel's and you.

In the photo, you see Daniel, his usually composed and determined demeanor replaced with disheveled hair and glassy eyes. His grip on the lamppost is tight, as if it's the only thing keeping him upright.

The streetlights cast an eerie glow on his face, highlighting the exhaustion and despair etched in his features. It's a stark contrast to the vibrant and confident person you've known him to be.

As you study the image, a wave of concern washes over you. You can't help but wonder what has led Daniel to this point.

Is it the mounting pressure of his racing career? The strain on your relationship? Or something deeper that you're unaware of?

Unable to bear the weight of uncertainty any longer, you decide to video call Lando, hoping to gain some insight into what has been happening with Daniel lately.

"Lando, what's going on?" you asked worriedly, your voice filled with concern as you hoped to gain some insight into what has been happening with Daniel lately.

"Oh yeah hey Y/N, your boyfriend is really drunk and he is hugging a lamppost with all of his strength," Lando explained, showing his face and waving at the camera.

"I've been trying to get him to come back to the house, but he's been pretty stubborn. I think he's been struggling with the disappointment from the race and it's just gotten to him."

"Let me see him,"

As Lando shifted the camera towards Daniel, you could see the toll that his recent struggles had taken on him. His usually vibrant eyes were bloodshot and glazed over, filled with a mixture of exhaustion and anguish.

His disheveled hair clung to his sweaty forehead, and his once confident posture had slouched, as if weighted down by the burden he carried.

It was clear that he was in a state of deep distress, and your heart ached at the sight of him clinging to the lamppost, seeking solace in his own thoughts.

"Daniel baby," you said in a gentle tone that you would only use for him. Daniel perked up, looking around for you, his eyes scanning the surroundings until they finally met yours on the video call.

There was a glimmer of recognition and relief in his eyes as he realized you were there, offering him a lifeline of support and understanding amidst his turmoil.

With a shaky voice, Daniel whispered, "Y/N, is that you?" His words carried a mix of vulnerability and hope, as if he was desperate for your presence to validate his struggles and offer him the comfort he desperately needed.

Your heart racing, you didn't waste a second. Without another thought, you hung up the video call and rushed out the door, fueled by a determination to be by Daniel's side.

As you sprinted towards where Lando had described, the worry and fear in your chest propelled you forward, your mind filled with a single thought - you needed to reach Daniel, to hold him, and to let him know that he wasn't alone in his pain.

"Lando, make sure that he stays there and share your location," you instructed, knowing that finding Daniel quickly was of utmost importance.

The urgency in your voice reflected the depth of your concern as you relied on Lando to keep an eye on him until you arrived.

"It's not like he's letting go of this lamppost any time soon," Lando joked

You couldn't help but chuckle at Lando's attempt to lighten the mood. "Well, I'll make sure to give him a little nudge if he's still holding on when I get there," you replied, grateful for the small moment of levity amidst the seriousness of the situation.

Lando chuckled and said, "Just make sure it's a gentle nudge. We don't want him falling over before you get there. I'll keep an eye on him for you, Y/N. He's in good hands."

"Also just make sure you bring some extra strength with you. I have a feeling Daniel might need it," he said, his voice laced with concern.

"I'll be there as soon as I can, Lando," you assured him, your voice filled with determination. "Thank you for watching over him. I know he's in good hands with you."

When you finally locate Daniel, you approach him cautiously. He looks disheveled and confused, unaware of the picture you received from Lando.

As soon as you got off the car and walked over to the two of them, Daniel's eyes were on you. His gaze held a mixture of relief, anticipation, and a glimmer of hope, as if he had been waiting for you to arrive and bring him the solace he desperately needed.

"Thank goodness you're here Y/N," Lando said smiling at you before giving you a hug.

"How is he?" You whispered to Lando, glancing at Daniel whose eyes were still trained on you.

"He's in bad shape," Lando whispered, his worry evident in his voice. "He's refusing to drink water, he's been vomiting, and he has a high fever. But no matter what, he won't let go of that lamppost."

Your heart sank as you took in the state Daniel was in. The sight of him clinging to the lamppost, refusing to let go despite his deteriorating health, only heightened your concern.

"I'll go try and talk to him."

"Good luck but you probably won't need it," Lando replied.

As you approached Daniel, you couldn't help but notice the hollowed look in his eyes, as if the light within him had faded. His once vibrant and charismatic demeanor was replaced by a sense of weariness and defeat.

His disheveled hair and trembling hands were clear signs of the toll this ordeal had taken on him, and it was heartbreaking to see him in such a vulnerable state.

The sight of him clinging desperately to the lamppost, his knuckles white with tension, revealed a level of desperation that struck a chord within you.

Nevertheless, you mustered up all the courage you had and gently reached out to touch his shoulder, hoping to break through the walls he had built around himself.

"Daniel, it's me Y/N, your girlfriend," you said slowly, your voice filled with love and concern.

His eyes flickered for a moment, as if trying to grasp onto a distant memory, before a glimmer of recognition appeared. "Y/N," he whispered hoarsely, his grip on the lamppost loosening slightly.

"I'm here, Daniel," you replied softly, your heart breaking at the sight of his vulnerability. "I won't leave you alone. We'll get through this together."

You placed your palm against Daniel's forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his feverish skin. Concern washed over you as you realized just how sick he was. "We need to get you to a doctor, Daniel," you said, your voice tinged with urgency.

"No doctor," he slurred, his words barely audible. "I don't want their help. Just stay with me, Y/N."

As Daniel's words trailed off, tears welled up in his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks. Each tear carried the weight of his pain and the fear of losing himself and you.

You held him tightly, offering a comforting embrace as his tears soaked into your shoulder, a silent testament to the depth of his despair.

"Daniel," you said gently, wiping away his tears with your thumb, "I understand that you're scared and don't want anyone's help. But I can't stand to see you suffer like this. The doctors can help you get better. They have the knowledge and resources to treat you. Please, let me take you to the hospital. I'll be right by your side the whole time, I promise."

Daniel looked at you with a mix of desperation and gratitude, his trembling hand reaching out to hold yours tightly. "Okay," he whispered, his voice filled with surrender, "take me to the hospital."

You nodded, grateful for Lando's support. Slowly and carefully, with Lando's help, you guided Daniel to Lando's car. As you settled into the back seats, Daniel's trembling hand still tightly holding yours, Lando started the engine and drove off towards the hospital, the weight of the situation heavy in the air.

Daniel leaned against you, his body weak and trembling. Each breath he took seemed to require immense effort, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on your heart as you held him close, praying for his strength to endure just a little longer until you reached the hospital.

"I'm so sorry Y/N," he whispered while taking in sharp breaths, his voice strained with pain.

"What do you mean baby?" you whispered, observing every movement Daniel made.

"I'm sorry.... for.... for not being.... good enough," Daniel stuttered, tears streaming down his face.

Your heart shattered at his words, and you squeezed his hand tighter, your voice filled with love and conviction. "Daniel, please don't say that. You are more than enough, and I love you just the way you are. We'll get through this together, I promise."

"I... love you," Daniel muttered. "Please don't leave... me."

"I love you too, Daniel," you replied, tears welling in your eyes. "I will never leave your side. We're in this together, and we will fight through it. You are not alone."

The rest of the journey was mostly silent, as you focused on keeping Daniel awake and alert, gently talking to him and urging him to stay awake. However, Daniel's exhaustion and pain were overwhelming, and he longed for the comfort of sleep.

Despite his struggle, he fought to stay awake, knowing that reaching the hospital was crucial for his survival.

As you pulled up to the hospital, Lando's prearranged call had ensured that a medical team was waiting at the entrance with a stretcher for Daniel. They quickly and efficiently transferred him onto the stretcher, their urgency matching the gravity of the situation.

You watched with a mix of relief and anxiety as they whisked Daniel away, knowing that he was now in the hands of the medical professionals who could provide him with the immediate care he needed.

You and Lando waited in the waiting room, your legs bouncing against the floor in a nervous rhythm. The minutes felt like hours as you anxiously scanned the hallway for any sign of the medical team returning with updates on Daniel's condition. The weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air, and all you could do was hope and pray for positive news.

"I couldn't help but listen in your conversation in the car," Lando started. "Did something happen before today?"

You took a deep breath, your voice trembling slightly as you replied, "Yes, Daniel and I have been going through a difficult time lately."

"Excuse me, were you the ones who brought Mr. Ricciardo?" the doctor asked, looking at you and Lando. Your heart raced as you nodded, eager for any updates on Daniel's condition.

"Yes, we brought him," you replied anxiously. "How is he? Is he going to be okay?" The doctor's face softened as they looked at you both with empathy. "We're doing everything we can for Mr. Ricciardo. He's stable for now, but we need to run some tests and monitor him closely. It's too early to say anything definitive, but we're hopeful."

"Can we at least see him?" Lando asked on your behalf, his voice filled with concern. The doctor nodded sympathetically, understanding your need to be by Daniel's side during this critical time.

"Yes, you can see him, but please keep in mind that he needs rest and quiet. Follow me."

As you followed the doctor down the hallway, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts raced through your mind. Fear, hope, and a desperate longing to see Daniel battled within you, creating a tumultuous storm of anticipation.

You clung to the doctor's words of hope, praying that they would ring true and that Daniel would pull through this ordeal.

As you entered Daniel's hospital room, you were taken aback by his appearance. His usually vibrant and energetic demeanor had been replaced by a pale and weakened figure lying motionless on the bed.

The sight of him hooked up to machines and monitors sent a pang of sadness and worry through your heart. Tubes and wires were connected to his body, a stark reminder of the severity of his condition.

Despite the sterile and clinical environment, the room was filled with an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and fragility.

The beeping of the machines provided a haunting soundtrack to the room, punctuating the silence that hung heavily in the air. Daniel's closed eyes gave no indication of his awareness of your presence, and you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of helplessness.

"I'll leave you to it." The doctor muttered, closing the door and leaving you and Lando in the room.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy with a mix of sorrow and uncertainty. As you stood there, surrounded by the beeping machines and the stillness of Daniel's presence, the weight of the situation sank deep into your being.

It was a somber reminder of the fragility of life and the powerlessness you felt in the face of it all.

You sat down beside Daniel, gently taking his hand in yours. The touch of his cold skin sent a shiver down your spine, a stark contrast to the warmth and vitality he once exuded. As you sat there, you couldn't help but silently will him to fight, to overcome whatever obstacles lay ahead.

"This is all my fault," you muttered, silently crying onto Daniel's hand, overwhelmed by guilt and regret. You couldn't help but blame yourself for the situation, questioning every decision and action that led to this moment.

The weight of guilt and regret pressed heavily upon you as you sat beside Daniel, crying silently onto his hand. Every decision and action leading up to this moment played on a loop in your mind, tormenting you with thoughts of self-blame and what-ifs.

The emotions were overwhelming, and you couldn't help but wonder if you could have done something differently to prevent this.

"It's not your fault," Daniel strained, his voice weak but filled with reassurance. You quickly looked up, astonishment and relief flooding your eyes as you saw him awake.

"I'll leave it up to you guys," Lando said as he left the room and left you both having no chance to hear him as he left.

"Does it hurt?" you muttered.

"No but it hurts that you're crying," Daniel muttered, slowly raising his hand to wipe your tears, "It's not your fault,"

"I shouldn't have left like that, I distracted you before your race and now this," you said, your voice filled with remorse and self-blame. Daniel's weak smile broke through the heaviness in the room as he gently squeezed your hand.

"Don't blame yourself," he whispered, his words carrying a sense of forgiveness and understanding.

"I shouldn't have treated you like that for you to leave the house," Daniel stated, his voice filled with sincerity. "I promise to focus more on our relationship and prioritize our happiness above all else."

"You don't have to," you muttered.

"But I will, I promise."

"You know," Daniel began, his voice growing stronger, "I've had a lot of time to think while I was lying here. And I realized that life is too short for us to hold onto regrets and blame ourselves for things that are out of our control. We can't change the past, but we can choose how we move forward from here."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of gratitude and hope. "You're right," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of relief and determination.

"Can you get in here with me? I miss having you beside me when I sleep," Daniel muttered, his voice filled with longing and vulnerability.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was appropriate, but ultimately decided to climb into the hospital bed and snuggle up beside him, finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace.

"Are you comfortable?" you whispered, laying against Daniel's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"More than ever," he replied, wrapping his arms around you tightly, as if never wanting to let go.

As you kept quiet, tracing Daniel's tattoos slowly, you marveled at the stories they told, each inked line representing a moment in his life. It was a silent act of love and connection, a way for you to understand him on a deeper level without words.

This was how most of your nights would end, with you tracing over Daniel's tattoos while he tenderly kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back. It was a comforting routine that brought you both a sense of peace and intimacy, allowing you to express your love for each other without the need for words.

In those quiet moments, you felt a deep connection and understood that the stories etched on his skin were a part of him, just as you were a part of each other's lives.

"Will you come to live with me again?" Daniel muttered against the top of your head, his words filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and felt a surge of love and longing.

"Daniel," you whispered, your voice filled with uncertainty. As you looked into his eyes, you could see the sincerity and desperation in his gaze.

A part of you wanted to believe him, to give him one more chance, but another part of you was hesitant, unsure if things could truly be different this time.

Daniel begged desperately, "Please, give me one chance and I promise that I will be more committed to our relationship if given the chance."

Taking a deep breath, you let the love you still felt for Daniel override your doubts. "Yes," you whispered, a mix of hope and caution in your voice. "I'll give us one more chance, but we have to take it slow and work on rebuilding trust."

Daniel grinned, "That's all I need," he said, his eyes filled with gratitude and determination. "I promise you won't regret this. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

Your heart fluttered as Daniel's hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Goosebumps erupted across your skin with every touch, igniting a fire within you that only he could ignite. The electricity between you is palpable, and you can't help but melt into his embrace.

As your lips met, a wave of familiarity and passion washed over you. The taste of his kiss was like coming home, a sweet and addictive blend of warmth and tenderness. In that moment, all doubts and uncertainties melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and desire.

The world around you faded into the background as you lost yourself in the intoxicating dance of his lips against yours, each kiss deepening the connection between your souls.

Time stood still as you surrendered to the magnetic pull of his embrace, savoring every stolen breath and gentle caress. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a silent promise of a love that had weathered storms and emerged stronger than ever.

You gently tug at his collar, out of breath, and as Daniel asks, "Do you want me to stop?"

Also out of breath, and with a mischievous smile, you whisper, "Just the opposite, please. Don't stop."

Your words are filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire, a silent plea for him to continue. With a knowing smile, Daniel leans in closer, his touch becoming even more electrifying, as the intensity between you grows with each passing moment.

"God, I missed this," Daniel muttered against your lips, his voice filled with longing and a tinge of regret. The weight of his words hung in the air, reminding you of the time lost and the journey ahead.

But in that moment, all that mattered was the fire that burned between you, igniting a passion that refused to be extinguished. . . .

[f0point5]

Braced myself for the goodbye,(…)then you took me by surprise

Part 32 of the Lando Norris x fakegirlfriend!reader social media au

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[b14augrana]

Coastlines

You and your mami go on vacation

Alexia Putellas x child!reader

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Warnings: ✖️, this is just fluff

A/N: this is my first time writing a child!reader fic 🥴 everyone say hi to our baby putellas!

i know i had a poll up for a few hours but i’ve just realised that ad astra per aspera (which won by a long shot) will probably take a while to write because it’s gonna be pretty long and in depth, and i wrote this quicker than expected so i might as well publish it. enjoy and let me know what u think!

“Capri, cariña. Can you say Capri?”

You smile at your mami in the mirror as she braids your hair, and you respond to her, “Capi!”

“Very close. Ca-pri, come on, you can do it,” Alexia coos, securing the end of your braid with a little rubber band. Your eyebrows knit together as you concentrate extra hard on pronouncing the word right for Mami. “Capi– noooo, that not it. Ca-pri… Capri?”

“You did it!” Alexia cheers, clapping her hands together. You beam immediately, copying her gesture as you clap your little hands and grin at her in the mirror. “Capri, am I saying it?” you ask eagerly, turning your head to look at her.

“Perfect,” she replies, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as she holds onto your shoulders gently. “Now you can pick what to wear in your hair.”

“Can you pick for me, mami? Too many, hard to pick,” you say.

You stand up and toddle over to your box of hair accessories. Alexia still remembers when you were half the age you are now, and you could barely stand up. You’ve come so far.

You lift the box up, and it’s not very heavy or big, but you feel strong lifting it all on your own without Mami.

She’s about to choose when you reach in and pull out a colourful bandana. It’s got a design on it that represents a neighbourhood, and it’s printed in purple-blue and pink stripes. In other words, it’s a 21/22 Barça third kit that Alexia repurposed.

About a month ago, she asked you what you wanted to wear in your hair, much like she did today. You got up and told her to wait, then you ran out of her bedroom.

When you came back, you had your tiny-versioned third kit on your head and a beaming smile on your face as you told her you were ready to go.

Alexia had multiple copies of the third kit from the 2022 season, so she transformed it into a little bandana you could properly wear on your hair.

“You want to wear that one?” she asks, and you nod confidently, handing it to her so she can tie it on your head.

She spins you around and ties it just above your hairline, smiling fondly as she spins you back around and admires her work. “Muy guapa, cariña. Put on your shoes and we can go to the beach.”

Mami stands up and walks to her suitcase, then she grabs her flip flops. You remember that you have the same flip flops as Mami and naturally, you want to match with her, so you run to pick up your own flip flops that are left beside your open suitcase.

You appear beside Alexia and stamp your foot to draw attention to your footwear. “Mami, look! I’m just like you!” you giggle.

She hopes that one day, other people will say the same thing when you grow up and play football for Barça just like her, keeping the Putellas legacy alive for another generation.

All she’s ever wanted out of a child is one who will inherit her footballing prestige, and she thinks you’re exactly that, because you love to kick your mini football around the house back at home, and you’ve got an eye for hitting it against the couch.

For now, she smiles at you, sticking her foot outwards while you’re amused by your matching shoes.

“Let’s go to the beach now,” Alexia says, offering you her hand. You happily grab ahold of her index finger with your entire hand, since that’s all you can fit.

Your little bag full of beach essentials is on your back as you and Mami walk to the beach. The bag of actual essentials is on Alexia’s back. Italy is a very nice country, and there’s so many colourful houses in Capri.

As you totter down the streets alongside Mami, you pass many people. To each one of them, you wave hello, and you grin every time they wave back at you as you turn to your Mami and tell her about your new friends that waved at you.

You’re totally enamoured of the neighbourhoods you two walk through to end up at the beach.

Immediately, you bend down to swoop your hand through the soft sand and laugh at the sensation. “Sand!” you exclaim, holding a fistful up to Alexia.

“That’s very nice, but what about the water?” she responds, motioning to the clear light blue water ahead. Your eyes light up, and you tug Alexia towards the water, though she doesn’t go far because you’re only tiny and not that strong yet.

She laughs and pulls you back towards her, picking you up in one fluid motion. “We can’t swim yet, you need to put on sunscreen!”

You huff and fold your arms stubbornly, frowning until Alexia gently tickles you in the stomach and sends you into a giggle fit which brings back your grin.

“Sunscreen first and then you can swim for as long as you want, I promise,” Alexia says, walking to a nearby beach umbrella with you in her arms. She sets you down, and once she lays out the beach mat, you plop down and get ready for her to put the sunscreen on.

She unpacks the bag and puts your water bottle and beach towel out on the mat, along with the sunscreen and her own water bottle. You unpack your own bag and pull out your mermaid toys and arm floaties.

“Mami, blow?” you toddle over to Alexia with the floaties in your arms, thrusting them forwards for her to blow up.

“In a minute cariña, sit down first so I can put your sunscreen on and then I’ll blow up your floaties. Vale?” She takes the floaties from you anyway and places them down beside her.

You nod, bum shuffling across the mat until you’re sitting in front of Alexia. You giggle as the cold sunscreen touches your face, and you scrunch your nose with a little gummy smile.

You’re just the bubbliest baby she’s ever seen. You have her smile and the same almond eyes, which disappear whenever you smile. Everything about you is tiny and adorable, and Alexia can’t help but be in awe of you the entire time.

Many people she knew had plans to spend their vacation with others. Alexia elected to spend hers with you, and she’s unapologetically glad she did, because now she’s on an island off the coast of Italy with the person she loves most and she’s the happiest she could be.

“All done,” Alexia says, rubbing the excess sunscreen on her own arms. You clap your hands and your smile hasn’t faltered. “Can we swim, Mami?” you ask hopefully, but your smile finally fades when Alexia shakes her head.

“I’m not swimming yet, I’m sorry cariña. Maybe later.”

“Not swim without Mami!” you protest, smacking your hands against the mat. You pout and cross your arms once again, kicking your floaties away.

Alexia frowns, grabbing your floaties back as she tries to restore your good mood. “I’ll swim later! Don’t you want to go see if you can find any fishies?”

You turn your back on her, shaking your head adamantly. “No!”

Mami sighs and begins to blow up your floaties anyway. When she’s done, she puts them in her lap. “You still need to put your floaties on.”

You let her slip them onto your arms, but afterwards you go back to crossing them tightly over your chest. “No mami, no swim,” you state.

“Okay okay, you little monkey,” Alexia laughs, standing up and running to the water. You’re quick to follow her, and you stumble along happily behind her with a newfound smile on your face that’s wider than ever. You and Mami go crashing into the water with a big splash.

Alexia pops up from underneath the water, and she shakes the water from her face and flicks it on you. “Mami, watch out!” you laugh, splashing her back by slapping your toys on the surface of the water.

She laughs as well, and soon you’re both splashing each other with your hands and toys. She puts you on her back and wades through the water, the pair of you floating calmly in the clearest sea you’ve ever seen.

“I like Ca-pri,” you say, holding onto Mami tightly as she swims. “Me too, cariña. It’s very nice,” Alexia replies, and the water laps at your back while she speaks.

Eventually, when the water is shallow enough, Mami lets you off her back and you can play with your toys in the water. Your bandana is helpful because your head doesn’t burn in the sun while you play, and you have more fun.

Alexia watches you fondly as you kick your little legs to stay afloat and play with your mermaids until it’s time to go and you trudge out of the water, teeth chattering slightly. The water and the sun kept you warm, but now it’s starting to set and you’re getting cold.

Mami wraps you in your towel and deflates your floaties while you put on your flip flops again, and then she packs your toys and floaties into your bag. “Come on cariña,” she says once you’re all packed up, giving you her hand again, “Do you want ice cream?”

“Yes! Love ice cream!” you exclaim, doing a little jump of happiness before gripping onto Alexia’s index finger again. “Let’s go get ice cream then, hm?” she adds, and you let go of her finger for a moment so you can clap your hands excitedly.

“Ice cream, ice cream!”

The chances of you pursuing the same career as Alexia used to be her biggest concern, but now there’s so many other things she looks forward to, like vacationing in lots more places with her carbon copy and eating gelato in Italy while the sun goes down.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

[mbsneur]

Bold motivation

Laia Codina x Reader

Hello everyone, I've returned with a new piece of writing that I hope you'll like and enjoy. Tomorrow, I'll be sharing the Aggie story. I'm open to any feedback and messages you may have, and I'm also open to any wishes you may have! 🩵

Warnings: Smut18+ minors DNI, public sex

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It's been a week since Laia lost not only to Brazil but also to Germany in the bronze medal match, you can understand her, Laia's not really feeling well, she's grumpy with you, she lies on the couch all day and doesn't give you any love and you miss your girlfriend. The season is about to start again and you want to cheer Laia up and take her to the gym, as you both always do when one of you isn't feeling well.

You walk down the hallway in your training leggings and top, towards the living room where Laia is lying on the couch: "Laia, baby, let's go to the gym," you call to her, and she grumbles and turns back into the pillows.

You move closer to her and lean over the couch, planting kisses on her face. "I'm going to cheer you up, Laia. Trust me," you say firmly. Laia finally turns to you. "Let's cuddle on the couch," she says. She says in her sweetest voice, where she knows she can convince you. "And exactly because you're not feeling well, we're going to the gym. Come on. Venga " You say louder this time, and Laia just rolls her eyes.

She gets up and stomps annoyed into your shared bedroom where she puts on her gym clothes, after about 5 minutes she comes back to you still with an annoyed face, you lean against the wall and just laugh at her.

"I finally get a real kiss," you say with a grin, and Laia immediately gives you a soft kiss on the lips, "I only do this because I love you," she says ironically, reaching for her car keys.

You follow her laughing and, despite her bad mood, she is still a gentleman and opens the passenger door for you.

Your journey has been the same as always, Laia has her playlist playing and you talk to her and give her a pep talk and she gives you a little smile now and then.

When you arrived at your gym, checked in and put your things in the locker, you had an idea and luckily the gym wasn't too crowded, you chose a quiet corner where no one was around.

"Laia, can you do 15 sit-ups and then maybe you can get a little reward?" you say mischievously, grinning at her "Yeah, are you going to tell me what to do?" she says with a grin, coming closer to you "The reward, baby," you say teasingly, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

"What kind of reward will it be?" she asks as she moves to the floor, you just shrug your shoulders and watch her do her sit ups, it always turned you on to see Laia working out.

When Laia has finished her sit-ups, you kneel on the floor and pull her towards you for a kiss. Her tongue slides into your mouth and explores every inch. One of her hands grabs your arm to pull you closer to her. You detach yourself from her and pull your top off. You were wearing a sports bra underneath, so it's not really a problem if anyone sees it.

Laia's eyes roam from top to bottom, taking in your whole body, "ah, I see, that's how it works," she grins and starts to kiss you again, deepening the kiss and reaching for one of your breasts, you push her hand away, "Laia, that's not how it works, you have to do 15 push-ups first," you say, moving away a little, you pull yourself back and she start to nibble at your neck, "Laia," you moan softly, "one minute," she says between kisses and nibbles. one of her hands pinches your nipple you squirm under her and try to move away but she is stuck to you

You moan slightly as Laia kisses your neck again and you finally manage to push her away from you. "Laia, the push-ups," you say, your voice firm and out of breath. She goes to the floor again to do the push-ups. You sit there and watch every movement of her strong arms with every push-up, admiring the way her biceps grow stronger with each one. you knew exactly that sex is the best motivation for laia

Laia has done her push-ups and comes crawling back to you. She lands on your neck bone and kisses it repeatedly. You drop your head back and moan. One of her hands slips under your sports bra to feel your breast, which makes you moan again. When you ask Laia what her favourite body part is on you, she tells you it's your breasts. She has always loved your breasts more than anything.

"Laia, stop, you have to run a few kilometres on the treadmill" you say, breathing lightly and Laia moves away from you, you realise that at this moment she would do anything you ask her to because she wants you, she wants to fuck you in this gym.

She gets on the treadmill, a little reluctantly, and you have a plan. You sit down directly in front of Laia so that she has the perfect view of you. You were turned on by the whole thing. Laia had worked on your breasts before, and you now look directly in front of her with your legs spread apart.

When you looked at Laia, she was nervous, her eyes were almost black and she was struggling to walk, you wanted to give her a little show, you played with your bra straps and rubbed your thighs.

Laia's mouth is slightly open as she turns off the treadmill and starts to walk towards you, "Laia, no," you say in an annoyed voice, but Laia ignores your words and comes over to you, grabbing your arm, "Let's go to the toilet," she says in a slightly angry voice, pulling you up from the bench.

She pulls you behind her on the way to the toilets. You quickly grab your top, when you arrive at the toilets. Laia pushes you in and starts kissing you harder than before. You moan into her mouth and she pushes you by the hips into one of the cubicles. She pushes you against the door and her hands wander all over your body.

She nibbles on your lips and god you are so wet your underwear is ruined. "What were you thinking teasing me like that?" she says against your lips. "I wanted to motivate you, baby," you say out of breath from all the kissing. Laia turns you around and pushes you onto the toilet lid. Within a second she is kneeling in front of you.

She kisses the bare skin on your belly and pulls your trousers down to your ankles "You will be quiet now or I swear to God you will not be able to walk for the next three weeks," she says in her strong Spanish accent and something about the thought pleases you.

She pushes your underwear aside and works your pussy directly with her mouth. You whimper and hold a hand directly in front of your mouth to suppress any noise. Laia is enchanting with her tongue, and you can't help about this

She looks at you and teases you with her middle finger, playing with your entrance.

"Don't tease me, Laia," you say firmly. "Let's make this quick I want to take you home and fuck you until you forget your name."

You moan at her words and her middle finger slips quickly into your wet hole.

Her mouth lands on your clit again and her finger pumps into you. Your head hits the tile wall and a slight whimper comes out of your mouth. Laia gives you a warning look and you press your hand harder against your mouth. You can hear how wet you are with every thrust Laia makes with her fingers.

You press against her, and her tongue clamps around your clitoris. She lifts your leg over her shoulder to get deeper inside you before a second finger slides easily inside you. You moan, and Laia bites lightly on your bundle of nerves. She pumps faster inside you, and your legs start to shake. Laia drives you closer to the edge.

"Laia, I'm coming," you say between moans and whimpers, your leg pressing closer to her cheek as she gets mercilessly faster "don't hold back baby cum for me," she says and immediately starts licking you again.

Your body relaxes against hers until you cum on her fingers and make a mess as she pulls away from you. Her mouth and fingers are covered in your juices. Her lips are glossy and slightly swollen above a dazed smile. "Such a good little pup, aren't you?" she says in a low voice. "Let's go home," she adds, and she helps you get dressed.

Tell me your opinion <33

[florencesf1blog]

could you do a blurb or like a shorter imagine w pillow princess reader and boyfriend carlos who loves to take care of her during intimacy?? he lowk cares more for her pleasure than his own type thing

in the clouds

Carlos Sainz x Reader *** BLURB ***

In which your boyfriend takes care of everything.

Words: 377 Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving)

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You can't help but giggle as Carlos places a trail of kisses down your neck. His finger slide under the waistband of your shorts, but he holds off on pulling them down. Instead he moves his hand under his your shirt, fingers tracing over the lines of your curves.

Once you reach down to pull it off for him, he gently takes your hand to stop you. "No need to rush, princesa..." he mutters softly into your ear, "...i'll take care of you baby".

With that, he continues his assault on the sensitive skin in your neck. He removes hiw own shirt first with one swift motion. You let your hands feel over his biceps, down his chest and abs until your finger hook on the waistband of his joggers.

Carlos begins to lift your shirt up, exposing your stomach. He leaves it there, just not exposing your chest. He moves the kisses down to your stomach, now making his way up as he finally lifts the shirt over your head. Your back arches off the bed as he captures your nipple in his mouth, his teeth grazing over it for extra stimulation. A groan escapes his lips as you tug on his hair while his other hand cups your other tit. Pinching your other nipple, he begins to move his kisses downward again.

Soft whines escape your lips and he pulls down your shorts, your panties coming down with them. He couldn't help but tease you, placing kisses down your inner thigh. But with your soft plea, a mere whisper of his name, he had to give in. He takes two fingers through your wetness, spreading through your folds.

His fingers begin to move in and out of you, the sound of the wetness and your moans filling the room. You feel him place a kiss on your clit, making your hips jolt up. He sucks your clit as his fingers curl up, grazing over the soft flesh of your g-spot.

With this pace, his fingers, his tongue...its didn't take you long to reach your first orgasm. His tongue gathers all your slickness, looking back up at you from between your legs. With THAT look on his face, you knew the night was far from over...

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A/N: can't believe that this ended up to be my second work lol. but here we are. i hope u guys enjoy it. its short, i know. but i figured it would be best for me as im a little busy w work and school. i will try to a requested work every day :)

[buubonita]

The fact that Nightmare speaks Spanish is funny to me because he definitely curses in Spanish and the rest don't understand him (or maybe they do but they don't comment on it)

And because I want to imagine the twins arguing in Spanish and the rest have to try to understand what's going on.

[lunaaudiocoski]

AÚN PODEMOS SEGUIR, OC MALE X YAOYOROZU MOMO.

ATTENTION, PLEASE!!!

English is not my native language, my English is very basic that's why this fanfic is in Spanish, and I don't trust Google Translate at all when it comes to very long texts. If you want it translated by Google, it's on AO3.

Capitulo 1

Los días se limita trabajar en casa (si le podía decir así) en su laptop y computadora, comer comida instantánea o rápida si podía pedirla a domicilio, extrañaba la comida de restaurantes o la que él mismo hacía pero prefería no hacerlo por la falta de ganas, es un ermitaño, no quiere entablar una conversación con alguien, que de por si lo sacaría de su zona de confort. Todo se repetía, no le preocupaba los gastos porque su trabajo lo cubría bastante bien, ni salir de compras las cuales rara vez salía si algo se le olvidaba, su aspecto no le importa en lo absoluto, no lo tolera, ¿por qué le importaría?, su cabello rizado negro, un poco largo caía en cascada en sus hombros, estando en capas el cual era producto de él mismo, su barba el cual evitaba que creciera de más la rasuraba con cierta precisión pero la dejaba en gran parte de su cara, pareciendo más edad, a pesar de tener 27 años. Su vestimenta solo consistía en camisas, pantalones o pants de colores alternos y simplistas, todo de la misma talla, nada en especial.

Todo es igual, nada cambia. La misma rutina la cual era levantarse, bañarse, evitar mirarse al espejo, cambiarse, desayunar, trabajar frente a su laptop y computadora, descansar, estar en la soledad jugando cualquier videojuego, comer, leer algún libro, volver a los videojuegos, cenar y dormir, rara vez salir si era urgente pero esa es la rutina de todos los días.

Y hoy es el de siempre, había acabado de trabajar, la noche presente mientras los colores del atardecer se iban, el fin de semana se acercaba consigo su descanso. El plan era sencillo, leer los mangas y libros pendientes, jugar algún juego que descargo en su consola en el transcurso de la semana; solo le daba un vistazo a su refrigerador si algo faltaba y efectivamente, faltaban varias cosas.

—Falta leche, cereales, huevos…— murmuraba mientras veía su lista de compras en su libreta; gruñía por lo molesto que sería salir a la tienda de conveniencia —.No quiero salir… pero habrá más gente el fin de semana…— murmura entre susurros, lo que menos quería era salir pero al parecer no había de otra —.No quiero salir temprano en la mañana…, será una molestia — gruño rendido, tenía que hacerlo. No estaba dispuesto salir en fin de semana, en especial en la noche o levantarse temprano, eso era solo si se trataba de trabajo. 

Miro su celular, el cual marcaba las 7:35, quizá esperaría hasta la madrugada para ir a una tienda de 24 horas, por lo cual fue a leer un rato y hacer la cena mientras se hacía más noche. Si bien esta molesto por salir, recuerda porque le faltaba cosas; la tienda en línea que suele recurrir se había agotado lo que necesitaba y al ser una tienda pequeña la cual recién empezaba era de esperarse, tampoco daba muchos corajes. Las horas pasaban rápido hasta caer la madrugada.

—Son las 12:45 ya, será mejor que vaya — miro su celular, levantándose de su cama, abrió el closet para ponerse su chaqueta (la cual es una gabardina), se puso sus zapatos ya un poco maltratados, cartera y celular guardandolas dentro de los bolsillos de la chaqueta, tomo sus llaves y salió de forma rápida, cerro de la misma forma para que nadie lo mirase. Volteando, topándose con un cielo oscuro, con estrellas apenas asomándose, pocas luces de parte de los edificios al frente del suyo.

—Hazte un lado, maldito hikikomori — murmuró una voz acercándose, es uno de sus vecinos. 

Se apegó a la puerta, sin verlo. Es un joven de 25 años, oficinista, el cual según su vecino;  él es el cáncer de la sociedad, un hikikomori y peor aún siendo extranjero. Aunque sí era honesto, su vecino le tiene envidia porque gana más dinero y no tiene porque salir a la calle o eso es lo que piensa. El vecino ni siquiera lo mira, bufa al pasar al lado de él sin mirarlo, desapareciendo al entrar a su departamento.

—No lo soy — susurró, negando con la cabeza, caminó por los pasillos solitarios de su edificio hacia abajo, su departamento, de buena suerte estaba en el cuarto piso por lo cual no debía preocuparse por caminar tanto ni usar el elevador. 

Salió del edificio, dirigiéndose a la tienda, estaba un poco lejos caminando más no le molestaba, la soledad de las calles le daba paz, una rara sensación al caminar por las calles desoladas que si bien siempre están medio llenas sea por niños o adolescentes por las mañanas o las tardes, tambien por parejas o familias e incluso personas peleando, se sentía mejor así a pesar de que debe haber gente. Pasaba entre calles para cortar un poco su camino y regresar a su departamento antes para ir a dormir o quizá estar en su laptop, lo que sea con tal de distraerlo. En cuanto vio la pequeña tienda, se apresuró, entró recibiendo la bienvenida de parte del cajero, daba un leve asentimiento como saludo, tomó una canasta y simplemente se dispuso a ir por lo que le faltaba, comprando un poco de más o cosas las cuales no estaban en la tienda en línea.

« Tal vez debería salir más, hay cosas que no están en línea» pensó al ver comida y cosas que solía ver en televisión, suspiro frustrado pero al menos sabía que podía comprar más a menudo.

— Has estado muy bien Max-san — saludo el cajero.

— Tú también Hiroshi-san — le regreso el saludo, con media sonrisa la cual desapareció al instante.

— Es bueno verte, a pesar de los rumores de tus molestos vecinos que dicen de ti; están por todas las calles — comentó Hiroshi molesto, casi refunfuñando.

—No es como si me importara, me encierro gran parte de la semana y solo vengo en la madrugada o bueno… si no puedo comprar algo en línea — explicó, quitándole peso a lo que el cajero comenta, este solo suspira, negando al pasar cada producto.

—Si tu lo dices… — lo entendía, al final solo eran vecinos los cuales estaban hartos de sus vidas y querían hacerle el mal a Max —. Por cierto, ten cuidado a estas horas — mencionó al guardar las cosas en bolsas de plástico. Aquello por su parte, llamó la atención de Max.

—¿Y eso? ¿Pasó algo? — pregunto intrigado. 

—Digamos que hay más robos y la policía está buscando por todos lados, siendo extranjero deberías tener cuidado — se preocupó, entregando las bolsas.

—Gracias — tomo las bolas con cuidado — .Gracias por decirme Hiroshi-san, las noticias nunca avisan — comentó molesto.

—Creen que todos están pegados a la tele — se quejó de forma amarga, Max encogió los hombros.

— No hay de otra Hiroshi–san — mencionó.

—Si, lo sé, nos vemos Max-san, vuelve pronto — se despidió, Max le dio un asentimiento, marchándose de la tienda.

Tenía que estar más alerta, la policía desconfiaba un poco de esa zona, siendo el más cercano a Tokio, claro, no lo culparan pero sí lo tendrían en la comisaría por un largo tiempo, más siendo extranjero, cosa que no quiere que pase. No quiere llamar la atención ni mucho menos de la policía, ya tenía mala reputación por los idiotas de sus vecinos.

Un sonido de sirena de fondo lo sacó de sus pensamientos, volteo, visualizando un carro de policía con las sirenas prendidas a lo lejos con un ligero sonido, resopló sin voltear tanto la cabeza.

« Hablando de la policía, debo tener cuidado… » se fue por un camino un poco más largo, rogando que no se topara con ladrones o algo así.

Caminando entre calles desoladas, sentía la tranquila noche, las luces que recorren las casas, los departamentos, algunas leves otras fuertes que daban por todo un camino, a veces extrañaba cuando solía caminar cuando era de dia pero prefería no toparse con alguien, menos con mucha gente, aunque debería hacerlo debes en cuando. Luego de unos minutos caminando, a lo lejos escuchaba música, se le hizo raro pero tan rápido recordó de que se trataba, gruño al olvidarse de ese lugar el cual quiso evitar cuando venía a la tienda y no lo vio venir por su preocupación a la policía. 

Aquel lugar con música de disco sonando es un bar para todo tipo de gente, los cuales inevitablemente estarian ladrones, el lugar preferido para hacer cosas que la sociedad japonesa no tolera. No era algo que le impresionaba mucho, crecer en Estados Unidos casi toda su vida era lo cotidiano pero conocer Japón por trabajo durante 6 años y vivir aquí durante más de 3 años sabría perfectamente que estas cosas le suelen molestar mucho a la mayoría de japoneses y lo entiende, incluso a él le molesta.

«Qué molestia, son más de las 1 de la mañana, no tardarán…» fue que hilo lo sucedido, la policía estaba aquí por los lugares ruidosos y los robos, era obvio, ¿por qué no lo vio venir?, puso la mano en su frente, golpeándose, debería hacer un mapa en un papel, el sueño está haciendo de las suyas «¡Era tan simple! ¡Este lugar es el más ruidoso, y peor cuando es viernes! ¿Por qué no me di cuenta?» negó, respirando hondo, se asustó al escuchar la policía detrás de él a unos kilómetros, por lo cual apresuró el paso.

Tan rápido como apresuró el paso, llegó al lugar donde estaba el bar, al frente de este, estaba un callejón, sin dudarlo entró, caminando sin mirar atrás. Es un  pasillo no muy estrecho, tres salidas que conducían a calles diferentes, fijó su mirada al final del callejón, siendo la calle principal que suele caminar; emprendió la caminata sin siquiera voltear a donde estaban los policías y las voces que se lograban a distinguir mientras se alejaba. 

Se maldecía internamente por estar asustado por cosas que no debería pero no puede evitarlo, además, ser extranjero tenía sus problemas y la gente se aprovecha de eso. A casi llegar a la calle principal, fijó su mirada en unas piernas descansaban de lado de un contenedor de basura, haciendo que se sobresaltara, dando pasos hacia atrás hasta topar con botes de basura, su corazón latía como loco, redondo en sus oídos, respirando profusamente.

—¿Mm…? — la figura, la cual era una mujer joven, se despertó, estirándose un poco desde el lugar donde estaba, Max por su parte solo se maldecía por haberla molestado y quizá se metería en problemas —. ¿Un humano… ? — comentó ella al abrir mejor los ojos, consigo, destacando su vestimenta muy sugerente, como si fuera lencería o algo así, de cuero o eso se veía. 

—Lo siento — pronunció, al ver que había interrumpido el sueño de la mujer, ella negó al instante.

—No, mis disculpas, debí asustarte — su voz se escucha dulce y bonita, algo que calmó a Max; de pronto algo los sobresaltó, la policía estaba a unos metros de ellos.

—Es la policía — murmuró Max, la joven se asustó, levantándose en seguida, Max actuó por impulso —. Toma esto — Max quito lo que tenía guardado en su chaqueta y se la dio con su mano derecha mientras que la otra tiene sus cosas.

—¡No te molestes, estaré bien! — susurraba para no atraer a los policías —. No te preocupes — pronunció la mujer, Max ni se inmutaba, acercó su chaqueta más a ella.

—Está bien, la policía creerá que estabas cerca de ahí y te interrogará, pontela y vete de aquí, camina entre los callejones — la mujer abrió los ojos, asintiendo. Tan pronto como se la puso, Max le daba un movimiento con la cabeza que la siguiera, ambos caminaron, perdiendo a la policía.

—¿Te la regreso o…? — pronunció al ver a Max irse.

—¿Eh? Bueno, quedate con ella — murmuró Max sin pensarlo, ella en cambio se asustó al verlo irse —. Nos vemos — le dio una sonrisa y se fue corriendo, la joven apenas iba a decir algo pero se fue en cuanto vio a los policías se acercaban, perdiéndose entre los callejones.

Max por su parte, caminaba de forma acelerada, casi dando saltos para agilizar sus pasos, ni siquiera miró a su alrededor al momento de llegar a su edificio,  la única cosa que tenía en mente es llegar a su departamento, no sintió los escalones, tenía memorizado todo a pesar del poco tiempo que sale, tan pronto como llegó a su departamento, el abrir y cerrar de forma rauda, soltó todo el aire que tenía atorado, su corazón es como una locomotora el cual retumba en sus oídos, incluso sintiendo el calor de su cuerpo irse. 

«No debo preocuparme, no debo preocuparme…» se repetía a sí mismo, una y otra vez, claro, conocía las costumbres de Japón durante un tiempo pero 3 años tratando de no destacar en lo absoluto, quizá ya no debería pero…

Negó con la cabeza, suspiró, se quitó los zapatos y entró por el pasillo hasta la cocina para guardar todo lo que compro, sin mucho que hacer o en que pensar, apago todo como de costumbre y se fue a dormir, el sueño el cual tenia es muy pesado, se fue a dormir al tocar la almohada. 

La mañana se hacía presente, el sol se daba paso y los pájaros cantaban, la gente se movía por las calles de aquí para acá, justo en esos momentos donde el sol tocaba su punto más alto, una joven se despertaba en un callejón solitario, con sonidos a la lejanía los cuales ignoraba por completo.

« Dormí mucho mejor, al menos no tuve policías detrás de mí…» se levantó donde había dormido, un pequeño lugar acogedor y al menos limpio, estirándose un poco para levantarse «Ahora que lo recuerdo, esta chaqueta era de ese humano, fue tan amable en darmela y preocuparse por mi, debería regresarsela » miró la chaqueta, larga y acogedora, asintiendo con determinación para ir a entregarla, pero antes, debería dársela en buen estado. Se la quitó y la dobló en su brazo, volteo a ambos lugares, asegurándose de que nadie estuviera cerca, en cuanto no vio a nadie, abrió sus grandes alas negras, como si fueran de murciélago, las batió, volando lejos de donde estaba. Se elevó por lo alto, casi alcanzando las pocas nubes que estaban en el gran cielo celeste, se sentía el aire cálido sin ser tan caluroso.

« Según estipulo, deberían ser entre la 8:30 y las 9: 00 de la mañana, tengo tiempo para planchar la chaqueta » tan pronto vio el edificio que estaba buscando, descendió arriba de un edificio abandonado no hace más de 4 años, el cual visitaba de vez en cuando, era su escondite cuando ya no podía estar entre los humanos por largos periodos. Aterrizó en el techo, abrió una puerta que estaba entre cerrada y fue justo el primer pasillo donde no daba las ventanas, le encantaría explorar el edificio pero la gente no tardaría en verla y llamar la policía, ya le había pasado en otra ciudad al norte del país, no iba a cometer el mismo error. 

« Tan pronto como me vieron, la policía no tardó en venir, me fui con lo que pude sacar, a la semana se esparcieron rumores…  » recordó, dándole ciertos escalofríos en su cuerpo, tuvo que huir con las pocas cosas que pudo recolectar, al irse a un lugar sin tener a la vista su verdadera apariencia. Lo único que escucho al estar cerca donde antes estaba, eran rumores acerca de un monstruo merodeando o quizá demonios, por lo cual se enojó consigo misma por ser curiosa pero también se lamentó por haber dejado muchas cosas útiles, pero bueno, al final eran objetos. 

Dejando eso de lado, puso manos a la obra, fue por un poco de agua, dejándola donde pudiera verla, con la poca luz que había, conecto la plancha para poder quitar algunas arrugas de la chaqueta y darle una cepillada con agua para quitar lo sucio; tan pronto como estuvo listo fue por una bolsa de plástico, dobló con cuidado la chaqueta, metiendola en la bolsa, soltó aire de forma orgullosa al ver la chaqueta doblada, de algo sirvio ver a las personas desde lo lejos. 

Al ver por una ventana el día, supuso que eran pasadas de las 10 de la mañana. Sería mejor apresurarse y darle al humano su chaqueta, al fin y al cabo él fue amable con ella y era algo que debe agradecer profundamente; salió del lugar y emprendió vuelo a donde estaba aún el olor del humano, al menos ser un ser infernal le daba ventaja. De otra forma tendría que estar cerca y consigo miradas raras. 

Max se levantaba, con pesadez se dirigió hacer lo que siempre hacía pero con la diferencia que no trabajaba, siendo fin de semana, aunque no se salvaría de organizar sus deberes y sus horarios para descansar, de otra forma se volvería loco. Al salir de la ducha y secar su pelo con una toalla, pensaba en la comida, tenía varias opciones rondando por su cabeza, unas más ricas que otras.

«Quizá ramen instantáneo o Hot Cake o mejor el almuerzo, quizá espagueti con puré de papá y carne…» le daba vueltas, todo suena delicioso pero lo difícil es escoger la comida del día y cual seria. Mientras le daba vueltas, el timbre sonó con un ligero golpe en la puerta, sacándolo de sus pensamientos «¿Quién será a estas horas? Quizá sea ese loco o la vecina de abajo…» suspiró, rindiéndose en las posibles respuestas que daría a sus odiosos vecinos, solo esperaba que quien estuviera tocando su puerta no le fastidiara su mañana.

—Si, lamento la tardanza… — abrió la puerta mientras decía eso, al levantar la mirada, paró en seco, observando de quien se tratara.

—¡Buenos días! Lamento la molestia — era ella, la joven de ayer, quien dio su chaqueta negra.

—Bue...buenos días — saludó, tratando de buscar una respuesta a lo que sus ojos veían, lo más destacado eran sus cuernos y una cola delgada moviéndose detrás de la mujer, no era un sueño, es real —. Eres la de ayer… — tal vez eran cosas robóticas o un disfraz, claro, su vestimenta sugerente…  ¿sería una prostituta…? 

—Me alegra que lo recuerdes, veras… — antes de que continuara, escuchó a su vecino y a otros más, por lo cual lo obligó actuar rápido.

—¿No quieres entrar? Será mejor hablar adentro — la invitó, la joven asintió sin dudarlo mucho, entrando, Max lo hizo, cerrando la puerta en cuanto pudo con cerrojo.

—Lamento las molestias — observó como ella se quitaba lo tacones largos, negros de latex, dejandolos a un lado y levantandose con una bosa en su mano, la cual era su chaqueta, camino adentro del departamento, observando el lugar.

«¿En qué problemas me metí? Ella solo viene a entregar mi chaqueta pero, ¿con esa ropa? ¿y cómo llegó hasta aquí?, más bien, ¿cómo es que supo donde vivo? Si solo la vi una vez…» se preguntaba una y otra vez, tratando de buscar sentido, tal vez no debería pero había otras preguntas que contestar, de imaginarse una respuesta le aterraba y no quería hacerse ideas erróneas, debería desconfiar pero siente que no debe, ruega que esto no lo lleve a problemas más serios.

[diezmil10000]

i'm replaying fe3h :) have some dorogrid

[gavisimmaculaterizz]

hii can you write something about hector and reader being in a situation ship and having some problems because she is very insecure that he doesn’t want anything serious with her but he actually wants yo ask her out?

Please and thank u, love ur writing btw 💝

— be mine // héctor fort.

summary: after meeting at a cafe and becoming an inseparable duo with benefits, can hector finally call you ‘mine’?

warnings: mentions of insecurities (change of 3rd person to 1st person)

masterlist

In the heart of barcelona, where every street corner held a story and every alley whispered secrets, two souls found themselves entangled in a mysterious dance of emotions. y/n and hector, they were. their story was not a tale of love at first sight, nor a whirlwind romance. now, their story was a story of serendipity, of chance encounters and stolen glances that slowly kindled a flame neither dared to acknowledge at all.

their story began in a quaint café tucked away from the noisy streets of barcelona. y/n sat by the window, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup as she immersed herself in her college work. hector, a frequent visitor to the café, spotted her the moment he walked in. he was captivated by the sparkle in her eyes that seemed to intensify with every move she made..

since that initial encounter, days turned into weeks, and their sightings at the café have become more frequent. they’d exchange polite nods and fleeting smiles, yet too shy to initiate a conversation. though one day, hector broke the silence and started a conversation. since that day, both of them became an inseparable duo. when they both began knowing each other more though, there was an undeniable connection between them both. a silent understanding that grew stronger with each passing moment.

you both started spending more time together outside the café, visiting places from the public expanse of the beach to the private confines of his apartment. then, one day, he made a significant gesture by taking you to an important football match of his, despite never revealing that he was a professional athlete. trying to maintain a low-key demeanor to avoid intimidating you in the public eye..

you both began to enjoy each other's company, spending increasingly more time together. as you learned more about one another, the spark between you both became increasingly evident.

one might say that this marks the beginning of their benefits..

immersed in the depth of your friendship or situation with hector, you couldn't ignore the burgeoning feelings for him. you cherished him deeply, yet you felt insignificant and inadequate in his presence.

he was a handsome and athletic man, drawing the attention of many women, leaving you feeling inconsequential. you were just a regular college girl, constantly stressed and unnoticed by those who crossed your path. because of his status, rumors of him with stunning Instagram models circulated, causing you to doubt your worth.

you weren't in a relationship with him, so why did these feelings arise?

the sight of him receiving so much attention was indescribable. initially, it seemed like envy—envy that others feel the same affection for him. but this envy soon morphed into insecurity as you witnessed more beautiful women appearing in photos with him, causing your heart to throb with sorrow.

you spent countless days and nights scrutinizing your appearance and every aspect of yourself. you despised your looks, your speech, and even your reactions. you belittled yourself, constantly comparing yourself to those who seemed perfect.

these thoughts overwhelmed you, as you anticipated.

the more time you spent with hector, the more he noticed the shift in yourself. you used to be shy yet self-assured, indifferent to others' opinions. you dressed boldly, unconcerned with showing your body.

that was what he loved about you..

but then, he started to notice subtle changes in you. you claimed to dress more comfortably, which he saw through as a lie, knowing the person you truly were. he consistently raised his concerns, always inquiring about your well-being, yet you consistently brushed them aside.

he sensed something was amiss, which is why he invited you over for a date in the comfort and safety of his apartment.

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upon receiving his message to come over, you drove to his apartment. without a doubt though, you were dressed once again in baggy sweats and a sweatshirt.

which is what always made him worry about your well being.

you arrived at his place and adjusted your appearance before approaching his doorstep.

after ringing the doorbell, which echoed loudly, he quickly opened the door.

he went to you, embracing you tightly, and asked,

"how are you, y/n?" his gaze lingered on your face, taking in every detail of you. you appeared sadder to him, almost as though you were unwell.

"i'm great, hector!" you declared, your words hiding the truth. he gazed at you with a smile and planted a gentle kiss.

"come on in," he said, leading you into his home and promptly offering you a seat.

once you took your seat, he began to talk, cautiously.

"the reason why i asked you to come over is because i need to talk to you." he said quietly.

you sensed something was up with him, making you extremely nervous to what he'll say.

"what is it? don't scare me, hector," you said nervously.

he grappled with his words.

"recently, i've noticed a change in your behavior around me. you've become very quiet, and it's apparent that something is troubling you," he said, taking a moment to pause.

"please tell me what's going on with you, y/n," he said, taking your hand.

upon hearing his words, you could no longer hold back what you had been concealing from him. you burst into uncontrollable tears, prompting hector to immediately come over and embrace you.

he had finally noticed...

you attempted to compose yourself, yet it seemed futile as your mind was besieged by flashbacks.

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"am I even pretty?" you asked yourself, sobbing. you had spent countless hours looking at gorgeous girls with stunning bodies on social media.

"y/n, look at yourself. you're nothing compared to those girls. you're just a girl who's nowhere near close to being like them, so stop trying to look good for him," you said to yourself between sobs.

you've began to feel ugly and worthless, without a doubt.

“your ‘friend’ from the cafe, has countless of girls on his knees, why is he hanging out with me?” you constantly said yourself.

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your heart felt as if it had shattered, as though something heavy had been dropped upon it. you couldn't believe hector had finally taken notice.

you continued to cry, releasing everything you had concealed from him.

after awhile of crying, you began to compose yourself.

"i just feel like you don't take anything seriously with me, hector. remember all those times we cuddled and kissed as if we were a couple? i'm sure you've noticed a shift in my behavior; i've been feeling quite insecure about myself, especially when I see those stunning models who seem to always be flirting with you." you said finally breaking silence.

hector allowed you to speak further.

"please, hector, stop this suffering if we are not serious about each other. i've changed for you, and it's likely harming us both," you said softly.

hector was taken aback. he was at a loss for words, seemingly unable to even breathe.

from an initial encounter at a cafe to now questioning where they both stood in life, hector began to tear up.

little did you know though, hector loved you ever since he met you at that cafe. he was taken aback by your initial words, though; he never imagined you would change negatively for him, just to end up feeling insecure.

"im sorry y/n." he spoke.

"i've loved you since the moment i met you at that cafe. when i saw your focused face, I was captivated by your beautiful eyes," he said.

"i regret not expressing my feelings, i regret making you feel insecure about who you are," he said, tears welling up in his eyes.

you looked into his eyes, wordlessly. sadness mingled with the overwhelming love you felt for hector.

"please," hector implored.

"may I be your boyfriend? i'm serious about us, and i want to make you mine, to show everyone that you're the most beautiful girl in the world," he said, gently caressing your face.

you smiled at him, a flutter of butterflies in your stomach upon hearing his question.

"yes, hector, i'd love to be your girlfriend," you said smiling at him.

he smiled, gazing into your eyes with affection.

"i'm sorry for what i did, mi amor," he said, while drawing closer to you.

"just shut up and kiss me, hector," you said with a laugh, dismissing his apology.

from what began as a encounter at a cafe, the two pair of souls finally found their destiny. their destiny to be together ..

a/n: tysm anon for the sweet comment 🥹! ive been debating to post this or not bc i think its not my best lol, i dont like the first part at ALL. ive been lately busy with school bc its ending in a few weeks and ive got tests to do💔. hopefully i can do another one next week about fermin🤗!!

[katyawooga]

sevika week – day one, loyalty

when you and sevika first started going out, you thought her loyalty began and ended with silco. boy, were you wrong.

she barely socialized or spoke with anyone she didn't absolutely need to, unless it was you or her employer. you didn't realize it until you were sitting on her lap while she was playing cards at the last drop one night.

"are you sure you're okay, vika?" you murmured into her ear that night, her silence and stoicism worrying you. she was barely even looking at her opponents, male or female, let alone speaking to them. she usually taunted them and scoffed at their lousy bluffs.

"i told you, mija, i'm fine," she replied in the same, if not more, hushed tone. she flipped over another card on the table and just barely smirked, taking a drag of her cigar. when she smushed the burning orange tip of it into the ashtray next to her and set it down, she pulled you a little closer, her chemtech arm tightening its grip on your hip.

you weren't stupid, you could tell there was something.

"you're allowed to talk to the people you're playing, y'know."

"but none of these people are you, baby. not worth my time."

so that was it. you actually laughed a little hearing her silly reasoning.

"mamí, you're not being unfaithful if you're just talking to other people," you mumbled into her ear with a giggle. she must not have a very good outlook on these kinds of relationships. you kissed her cheek, not caring in the slightest that she was still playing cards with people across the table.

"loosen up a little, i promise it's okay. you make it too obvious that i'm the only one for you." you added, letting her go back to her game, but this time with a scrunched-up brow and slightly red cheeks.

[mrsfancyferrari]

Potresti scrivere un driver x lettore dove mentre fanno l'amore e il lettore si addormenta perché lavora troppo e il pilota ride. please

Spero che tu stia bene e che l'inglese non sia la mia prima lingua

Sleep Good

Anon: You could write a driver x reader where while they make love and the reader falls asleep because they work too much and the driver laughs. please I hope you are well and that English is not my first language

Song: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

Author’s note: Hey anon! Also instead of one driver, I decided to do three since I made you wait for long! Please like, reblog and share this! <33

Word count: 6.6k

Charles Leclerc

─── ⋆ ⋅ ❤︎ ⋅ ⋆ ───

It had been a long week for you. You were exhausted from work, but you were looking forward to spending the evening with Charles, your boyfriend of two years. He was always so understanding and patient, and you loved him for that.

As you walked into your apartment, you could smell the delicious aroma of dinner cooking. Charles greeted you with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, love," he said. "I made your favorite - spaghetti carbonara."

You smiled back, feeling your shoulders relax. "You're a lifesaver," you said, collapsing onto the couch.

Charles sat down next to you and started rubbing your feet. "Rough day?" he asked.

You nodded, letting out a sigh. "The usual. Meetings, deadlines, more meetings. I'm beat."

Charles continued to massage your feet, working his way up to your calves. "Why don't you take a bath and relax?" he suggested. "I'll finish up dinner."

You hesitated for a moment, but the thought of a hot bath was too tempting to resist. "Okay, thanks," you said, standing up.

As you headed towards the bathroom, Charles called out, "Don't fall asleep in there!"

You chuckled and closed the door behind you. As you ran the water, you couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to have Charles in your life. He was always there for you, always supportive and loving.

After your bath, you felt refreshed and ready for dinner. Charles had set the table with candles and wine, and the spaghetti carbonara looked delicious. You sat down and started eating, chatting about your day and laughing at each other's jokes.

As the evening wore on, you could feel the tension in your body start to melt away. Charles poured you another glass of wine, and you leaned back in your chair, feeling content and happy.

Charles looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes. "You know what I've been thinking about all day?" he asked.

You raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

Charles leaned in closer. "Making love to you," he whispered.

You felt a shiver run down your spine. "Oh, really?" you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Charles nodded. "Yes, really. I want to make you feel good, make you forget about work and all your stress."

You smiled, feeling your heart start to race. "Well, in that case, let's go to the bedroom," you said, standing up.

Charles followed you to the bedroom, and you started to undress each other. His hands felt warm and gentle as they explored your body, and you let out a soft moan as he kissed your neck.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot on your skin.

You felt a surge of desire run through you. "I want you," you said, pulling him closer.

Charles kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and you reached down to stroke him.

He let out a low growl. "You're so wet," he said, slipping a finger inside you.

You moaned, arching your back. "Yes, Charles, yes."

He started to move his finger in and out of you, slowly at first, then faster. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"I want you inside me," you said, your voice hoarse with desire.

Charles didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed inside. You let out a sigh of pleasure as he filled you up.

He started to move, slowly at first, then faster. You wrapped your legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Yes, Charles, yes," you said, your voice getting louder.

Charles reached down to stroke your clit, and you felt yourself start to tremble.

"I'm close," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charles increased his pace, and you could feel yourself start to fall over the edge.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you cried out as you came, your body shuddering with pleasure.

Charles kept moving, drawing out your orgasm until he too reached his peak.

You collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but satisfied. Charles pulled out and lay down next to you, his arm around your waist.

You let out a contented sigh. "That was amazing," you said.

Charles laughed. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. You fell asleep during it, though."

You looked at him in surprise. "I did?"

He nodded. "Yeah, but it's okay. I know you've been working hard."

You smiled, feeling grateful for his understanding. "I love you," you said, snuggling closer.

Charles kissed the top of your head. "I love you too," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

Charles lifted his head to look at you, a small smile on his lips.

"I'll let you off this time," he said, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "But next time, I expect you to stay awake."

You nodded, your eyes already growing heavy again.

"I'll try," you murmured, your body relaxing into the mattress.

Charles chuckled again, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close.

"Get some rest, love," he whispered, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'll be here when you wake up."

You mumbled something incoherent as you felt sleep begin to claim you, but the warmth of Charles's embrace kept you anchored in the moment.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," you managed to say, your voice barely audible.

Charles's fingers gently traced patterns on your back, soothing you further. "You won't ever have to find out," he replied softly, his voice full of promise. "We'll face everything together, just like we always have."

As you drifted closer to sleep, the comfort of his presence made everything else fade away. "Promise?" you asked, needing that final reassurance.

"Promise," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You felt a sense of peace settle over you, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, you wouldn't have to face them alone.

With that comforting thought, you finally let yourself surrender completely to the pull of sleep, secure in the knowledge that Charles would be there when you woke up. . . .

─── ⋆ ⋅ ❤︎ ⋅ ⋆ ───

Sir Lewis Hamilton

─── ⋆ ⋅ ♰ ⋅ ⋆ ───

The door creaks open as you step into the apartment, weary from another grueling day at work. You've been putting in long hours lately, and it's starting to take a toll on you. But as you make your way to the bedroom, you're greeted by the sight of Lewis, your loving boyfriend, waiting for you with a warm smile.

"Rough day, babe?" he asks, his voice soft and soothing.

You nod, collapsing onto the bed with a sigh. "I'm just so exhausted."

Lewis crawls onto the bed beside you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Why don't you let me help you unwind?" he suggests, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin.

You look up at him, your eyes heavy with fatigue. "I don't know if I have the energy," you admit, but Lewis's smile only grows wider.

"Just relax," he murmurs, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. His tongue probes your mouth, exploring and tasting, and you can't help but respond to his touch. Your exhaustion begins to fade, replaced by a growing desire.

"I've missed you," you whisper, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.

"I've missed you too," Lewis replies, his lips moving down to your neck. He nibbles and licks at your skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Your breath hitches as his teeth graze your earlobe, his tongue darting out to soothe the sting.

"Lewis..." you moan, your body arching towards his.

He chuckles, his hands sliding under your shirt to caress your breasts. "That's right, baby. Let me take care of you."

His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. You gasp, your back bowing off the bed as he continues to tease and torment you.

"Do you like that?" Lewis murmurs, his lips moving down to your chest. He licks and sucks at your nipples, his hands still kneading and caressing your breasts.

"Yes, oh yes," you breathe, your hips grinding against the bed.

Lewis's hand slides down your body, his fingers tracing the waistband of your pants. "May I?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours.

You nod, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Lewis smiles, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your pants. He strokes your clit, his touch light and teasing.

"You're so wet," he murmurs, his lips moving to your ear. "Do you want me inside you, baby?"

"Yes, please," you beg, your hips bucking against his hand.

Lewis chuckles, his fingers sliding lower to probe your entrance. "You're so tight," he says, his voice low and husky. "I need to prepare you."

He withdraws his fingers, his tongue replacing them as he licks and sucks at your clit. You cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. Just as you're about to tip over, he slides a finger inside you, crooking it to hit your G-spot.

"Oh God, Lewis!" you scream, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure.

Lewis continues to fuck you with his fingers, his tongue still lapping at your clit. You're sensitive, your hips twitching with every touch.

"Please, Lewis," you beg, your voice hoarse. "I need you inside me."

Lewis withdraws his fingers, his cock taking their place. He slides in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. Once he's fully seated, he begins to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.

"Is this what you need, baby?" he asks, his voice strained.

"Yes, oh yes," you moan, your hips meeting his with every thrust.

Lewis's hand reaches down to stroke your clit, his fingers circling and teasing. You're close, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Come for me, baby," Lewis growls, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. Lewis follows you over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his cum.

You collapse against the bed, your body spent and sated. Lewis withdraws, lying down beside you and pulling you into his arms.

"I love you," he murmurs, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

"I love you too," you reply, your eyes drifting closed as you fall asleep, safe and content in his arms.

The next morning, you wake up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of bacon sizzling in the kitchen. Lewis is already up, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants, as he prepares breakfast for the both of you.

"Good morning, beautiful," he says with a warm smile, handing you a cup of coffee.

"Good morning," you reply, taking a sip of the rich, aromatic coffee. "You didn't have to do all this," you add, gesturing to the sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs on the stove.

Lewis chuckles, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I wanted to. Besides, after last night, I thought you deserved a little pampering." His words bring a flush to your cheeks, the memories of the previous night still vivid in your mind.

You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest. "Thank you," you whisper, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "For everything."

Lewis kisses the top of your head, his hand gently stroking your back. "Anything for you," he murmurs.

"Now, let's enjoy our breakfast and make the most of this beautiful morning." You smile up at him, knowing that with Lewis, every moment feels like a cherished treasure.

He then cupped your face with one hand and tilted your head to kiss you deeply, his lips conveying a tenderness that made your heart swell. The kiss was unhurried, filled with a promise of many more mornings like this.

His hand moved from your back to wrap gently around your neck, his thumb resting under your chin to tilt your head up. The kiss intensified, the tenderness deepening into a passionate embrace.

You felt a surge of desire, the memory of last night's intimacy blending seamlessly with the present moment. His grip on your neck was firm yet loving, a reminder of the connection you shared.

When the kiss finally broke, Lewis rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm and mingling with yours. "I never want to let you go," he whispered, his thumb stroking your jawline.

You gazed into his eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings mirrored in his gaze. "You won't have to," you replied softly, your fingers tracing the contours of his chest.

With a final, lingering kiss, you both turned your attention to the breakfast, savoring not just the food but the profound bond that made every moment together so extraordinary.

You both settled at the small kitchen table, the aroma of breakfast filling the cozy space. As you ate, you shared stories and dreams, laughter punctuating your conversation.

The love between you was palpable, a comforting presence that made everything else fade into the background.

With Lewis by your side, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, stronger and more in love with each passing day. . . .

─── ⋆ ⋅ ♰ ⋅ ⋆ ───

Carlos Sainz

─── ⋆ ⋅☆⋅ ⋆ ───

The door creaks open as you enter your dimly lit apartment, weary from another grueling day at work. The clock on the wall reads 10:36 PM, but it may as well be midnight. You've been burning the candle at both ends for so long now that you can barely remember what a full night's sleep feels like.

As you trudge toward the bedroom, you notice a figure standing by the window, the soft glow from the streetlights illuminating his chiseled features. It's Carlos, your boyfriend who moved in with you few months ago. Despite your exhaustion, you can't help but feel a spark of intrigue as you take in his brooding presence.

"Rough day?" Carlos asks, his deep voice resonating through the room.

"You have no idea," you reply, collapsing onto the edge of the bed. "I'm so tired I could fall asleep standing up."

Carlos approaches you, his eyes filled with concern. "You need to take care of yourself, you know. Working too hard will only lead to burnout."

"I know," you murmur, your eyelids growing heavy. "But it's hard to say no when there's so much to do."

Carlos' expression softens as he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "You deserve a break, and I'm going to make sure you get one."

Your heart skips a beat as Carlos leans in to press his lips against yours, igniting a fire within you that you hadn't realized was there. His kiss is tender yet insistent, coaxing you to surrender to the moment.

As the two of you undress each other, your hands explore every inch of Carlos' muscular physique, marveling at the strength you feel beneath your fingertips. Carlos touch is equally reverent, his fingers tracing a path from your collarbone to your breasts, where they linger, teasing your nipples into hard peaks.

With a soft sigh, you allow yourself to be guided down onto the bed, Carlos' body covering yours like a warm, protective blanket. His lips find yours once more, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as his hand drifts lower, cupping your mound through the fabric of your panties.

"You're so wet," Carlos murmurs against your lips, his fingers sliding beneath the damp material to find your slick folds. "Do you want me, mi amor?"

"Yes," you gasp, your hips bucking upward as Carlos' fingers begin to explore your most intimate spaces. "Oh, yes, I want you."

Carlos' laughter is soft and warm against your ear. "Then you shall have me, but not before you're thoroughly prepared."

He begins to kiss a path down your body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reaches your navel, he pauses to swirl his tongue inside, eliciting a low moan from your throat.

Your breath hitches as Carlos' mouth finds your clit, his tongue flicking expertly against the sensitive bundle of nerves. He teases you relentlessly, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive you to the brink of ecstasy.

Just as you feel the first waves of orgasm begin to wash over you, Carlos withdraws, leaving you panting and writhing on the bed.

"Not yet, mi amor," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I want to be inside you when you come."

Carlos positions himself between your legs, his cock poised at your entrance. He looks into your eyes, seeking permission, and you nod, unable to find your voice.

Slowly, agonizingly so, Carlos begins to push inside you, filling you completely. You gasp at the sensation, your body trembling with pleasure as he begins to move within you.

The two of you find a rhythm, your bodies moving in perfect harmony as Carlos' thrusts grow more urgent. You can feel another orgasm building deep within you, your muscles clenching around Carlos' cock as he drives you ever closer to the edge.

With a final, desperate thrust, Carlos sends you tumbling over the edge, your screams of pleasure mingling with his own as the two of you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy together.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm subside, you become aware of Carlos' laughter, warm and rich against your ear.

"You fell asleep," he says, his voice filled with amusement.

You open your eyes, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you realize he's right. "I'm sorry," you murmur, embarrassed. "I guess I really am more tired than I thought."

Carlos brushes a strand of hair from your face, his expression softening. "It's okay, Amor. You need your rest, and I'll be here when you wake up."

As you drift off to sleep, safe and content in Carlos' arms, you can't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you've found the one person who can help you find balance in your chaotic life.

When you wake up, the first thing you feel is a profound sense of peace, a rare and precious feeling in your normally hectic life.

The warmth of Carlos' embrace is a comforting reminder that you are not alone, and a smile creeps across your face as you recall the tenderness of the night before. For a moment, all your worries seem distant, replaced by the simple joy of being with someone who truly cares for you.

As you lay there, basking in the morning light, you can't help but think about what the future holds for you and Carlos.

"Carlos," you begin hesitantly, "do you ever think about what comes next for us?" He looks at you, a thoughtful expression crossing his face, and then he smiles gently, pulling you closer.

"I think about you quitting your job so you can be with me all the time," he mutters, placing you on top of him, his hands gently resting on your hips.

You blink in surprise, the idea both thrilling and daunting. "You want me to quit my job?" you ask, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty in your voice. "I love what I do, but..."

Carlos cuts you off with a soft kiss, his eyes locking onto yours. "I know, Amor. I just want us to have more time together. Your job takes so much out of you, and I see how it wears you down. Maybe there's a way for you to still do what you love, but with more balance, more happiness. We can figure it out together, one step at a time."

His words fill you with a sense of hope and possibility, and as you lie there in his arms, you realize that perhaps the future doesn't have to be as stressful as the past.

Warmth spreads through you at his suggestion, the idea of finding a better balance resonating deeply within your heart. His support and understanding make you feel cherished, and for the first time in a long while, you see a path forward where both your career and personal happiness can coexist.

"Thank you, Carlos," you whisper, resting your head against his chest, feeling a profound sense of gratitude and love. . . .

─── ⋆ ⋅☆⋅ ⋆ ───

[f0point5]

Only when your girlish glow, flickers just so, do they let you know

Part 32 of the Lando Norris x fakegirlfriend!reader social media au

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A/N: These we’re supposed to be part of tomorrow’s part but I realised I would rather get the timeline totally up to date, so please excuse the short part but I really need these bits and pieces included for where we’re going. Enjoy this bite sized part!

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