#for their Chiquita/amor

[kit-williams]

Where do babies come from?

You know I debated on answering this but decided fuck it.

Enjoy your bloodthirsters!

Soap just grinned his usual wolfish grin at his Bonnie. "Well lass when two mortals love each other very much..."

"Doesn't have to be love, Imvaassj." Ghost drawled out and chuckled as he waved him off.

"Right, when two mortals get down to it they fuck and boom a bairn is made."

"Right. Well honestly I'm kind of shocked you even know how babies are made." She laughed as he cocked his head.

"Course I know how they're made. I've made a few." Soap huffed and that got his Bonnie to look at him concerned.

"We've all made little ones, hen." Price says before tilting his head back and letting smoke roll out of his mouth.

"Aye why you think Alejandro and Rudy are so attentive to their hen?" Soap said with the biggest grin on his face as he bit his bottom lip like he was holding back a secret. "It's 'cause they're trying to knock her up bonnie."

He grabbed her before she could jump to her feet to warn the Inquisitor. With the amount of greater demons in one location... audio was spotty at best and it seemed that this moment would be conveniently lost.

"I aint done with ye. Now, if you want someone who is attentive I'd suggest going after a keeper or a changer... if you want a nest and the whole big display of wooing you and then leaving you... well that would be a slanneshi move. Really all depends on the demon's or prince's personality nothing really a blanket statement cept when you get with a bloodthirster or a demon prince of khorne we tend to do it with mortals with the full intent of knocking them up." He explains just sitting her down again as Ghost wanders over.

"My preferred partners are knights." Ghost drawls on.

"Aye but you have a nasty habit of tragic romances there Ghost."

He shrugs, "Not my fault I fall madly in love with my quarry. Though I am enjoying one of my Initiates company... a good little bird." He mutters as his brass eyes unfocused.

"Back on topic..." She says softly looking back at Soap. "So lets say you did knock me up." She leans back as Soap just practically vibrates before Ghost grabs the back of his neck.

"Heel. Try your best not to scare your bird." Is all Ghost says before he walks away after being happy with how much Soap calms down.

He swallows, his eyes glowing a little bit brighter, his chest puffed up a little more, she could practically see the outline of his horns around his head... she was confused was he preening? "But, when I do knock you up. You can expect a few things. Ahh if I was an unaligned demon you'd get something to what you humans would have called changlings or demigods depending on how strong they were. So not quite human but human enough. But given the amount of aether that would be going into you..." He taps his chin thinking.

"Well when König knocks up one of his darlings it's usually always another bloodthirster and also for him usually kills the mother."

Said bloodthirster huffed softly, "I'll make a demon prince one of these days. Just have to find... the right one so to speak." He said looking up from his book; a murder mystery.

"Aye but that's because he's a big boy and he tends to have big boys. But as for me I've made a few bloodthirsters, bloodletters, and a couple of blessed children. Al tends to make bloodthirsters as well but that's because of his rank. The old man's got one of his in yer Grey Knights."

Her head whipped over to Price, who just shrugged and barked, "I'm not that old. I'm at most a few centuries older than you. But yes one of my blessed brood is a grey knight. Not uncommon for what were once considered demigods to you mortals to be picked up by your space marines." He sighs softly, "Just I'm so disappointed that he went and joined them. Utilizes psyker powers too and everything."

"Geeze you sure don't sound too torn up." She states as Price barks out a laugh.

"No didn't really care for the mother with that one. But I'm certain my sweetheart and I can make a couple of happy little ones when she lets me." His chest rumbled.

"R-right... I think I've spent too long here." She gets up to her feet rather quickly but Soap grabs her.

"Och no. Yer goin' to gab to the Inquisitor." Soap growls as all of the bloodthirsters in the room look at her with that molten gaze. "They'll keep me away from you bonnie... keep us away from our hens... if they found out what we were after. Al and Rudy are so close to being a proud pair of papas... ye don't wanna take that from them do ye?"

"Imvaassj Pohn Oynhcat," She manages to hiss out watching his bindings glow but he fails to be contained and Soap just grins.

"Stay still for a wee moment bonnie. I was truthful with ye. Doesn't mean you have to remember it all."

"What."

Is all she manages to say before she grows slack jawed and eyes glazed as he pulls a glowing strand from the side of her head. Oh Johnny can't lie... none of the boys in the room could lie. They could be like fae of old and with hold the truth but not outright lie. Perhaps Johnny was a bit more of a fae then he let on as he pulled out bits from her memory to let it snap back like a rubber band.

He laughs, "What don't like the idea that Nurgle demons and demon princes just make the chunkiest babies." He says continuing a conversation that had no start. Watching her face grimace. "Like I was saying fussiest babies are from Slannesh, the curious ones are from Tzeentch..."

"And what about your lord?"

Soap just grinned at her, "We get the calmest little babies after all they should enjoy their innocence before their future is drenched in blood."

[aricastmblr]

Jm Jk fueron compra ropa y a una cervecería

Army reconoció a Jimin Jungkook en la tienda

[la-muerte-chiquita]

"Noche de corridos y mezcal; cura pal' mal de amores "

[multishipper-baby]

Pensamiento random pero siento que Gold sería el tipo de persona que no usa mucho apodos, lo cual no ayudaría para nada con su reputación de ser una persona muy fría.

No puedo evitar pensar en que conozca a Seba por primera vez e insista en decirle Sebastián y lo haga sentir incomodo sin querer lol.

[elynor11]

17 años de belleza

No ha pasado ni un día y te extraño.

[mallleus]

I totally see Stan with a Hispanic wife/husband/spouse. It just fits ya know?

Constantly has red lipstick somewhere on him

He brings home a pumpkin for Halloween one day and spouse turns it into a soup

“ it’s so hot, doll face, what’s on the menu?” “ Caldo de Pollo” dies a little inside, Soos appreciates the homemade food

He thought he’d be funny when he swapped their plate with his unaware they gave him a mild serving of chorizos and he had to chug a gallon of milk because they went scorched earth on their with hot sauce

Likes the homemade fruit popsicles

Uses mythology/scary stories from their country as inspiration for attractions in mystery shack “ and here we have the illusive La YA-rona” ( he tries his best but he can’t pronounce most words)

He was in a Colombian prison he speaks Spanish to an extent but learns more living with his partner

Dipper and Mabel are not immune to eating caldo de pollo on 172738949272 Fahrenheit degree weather btw

You are their Tia/Tio (y/n)

The oven is extra storage to you and he doesn’t understand why you need all those pots and pans

He got sick once and you gave him ginger ale, Vic’s vapor rub, Tylenol, the tiger blanket, and sent him to bed. (Told him the next day he got sick cuz he went to bed with his hair wet)

When mad at him you scold him in FAST PACE NATIVE SPANISH and he’s like that’s hot but also slightly intimidated because it sounds so mean

Wendy asks to learn the cuss words

You did the egg thing on Stan and it immediately turned black and there was silence for a good 5 minutes while you both stared at just how black the yolk was

Family cookout! autism be damned, Ford can work the grill

Watching tele novelas with subtitles for Stan, despite not understanding what’s being said he still cries

If you HC as reader being with Stan BEFORE the portal incident then, reader definitely calls Ford Cabron in passing (Stan’s ride or die fr) (Fords got like 12 phds, he’s gotta know a couple languages, he knows what you’re saying just not why)

If you HC being with Stan AFTER then they’re like ok whatever but I am distrustful of you (also probably married to StanFORD so you’re gonna have to divorce him to marry StanLEY. Congrats on that)

Calling Stan, mi Amor

Calling Dipper pequeño and Mabel Chiquita

I wrote this for me but if you want more let me know

Part 2 Part 3

[stevvvies]

' no me molestas y es un lugar público, puedes hacer lo que quieras. ' hay algo en las palabras contrarias que le duele un poco. ¿será que ahora todos en la isla se ponen en su contra? no es su culpa haber terminado en la casa en la que está, compartiendo vivienda con la hija de la líder del lugar. ' mi violín. ' sus ojos se posan sobre el estuche, al que mueve y lo acomoda en medio de ambos, abriéndolo. ' ¿sabes tocar algún instrumento? ' / @cosetteng

🧚‍♀️

no sabe si aceptar el ofrecimiento de stevie, después de todo había abandonado la casa de los aquila para poder tener un momento a solas y pensar en paz. no obstante, no quiere ser grosera e irse ahora que ha reconocido su presencia. ' no haré ruido, lo prometo. ' murmura antes de tomar asiento, sus pies descalzos cuelgan ahora junto a los de él. ' ¿que es eso? ' pregunta, señalando el estuche. ( @stevvvies )

[juneberrie]

꒰ 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡-𝟒𝟐!𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ⤵

"hey, pretty girl." miles uses this one mostly when you get dressed up, but he always thinks youre gorgeous

𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ⤵

"i wanna treat my girl." miles looves calling you his girl <3 also, he loves it when you call him 'my boy' <3

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐀 ⤵

"te amo, princesa. you know that." he thinks you're royalty and he treats u like it! he spoils u when he has extra cash, he always opens doors 4 u, he's just a perfect gentleman &lt;3

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐈 ⤵

"you look incredible, mami." literally everyone agrees on this one, yeah? he just thinks its cute.

𝐌𝐀 ⤵

"later, ma. okay? hey. i love you." he pulls this one out most often when he's distracted or busy. he'll throw it in off handedly. it's his way of adding a bit of affection when he can't give you all his attention.

𝐌𝐈 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐀 ⤵

"come here, mi vida." ur his life!!! he heard his mom using it with his dad (rip lmao) and he immediately picked up on it

𝐌𝐈 𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐎 ⤵

"ay, mi cielo. do you know how much i love you?" listen bitch. u r miles' whole entire world, which includes his sky <3 he looovvves youuuuu

𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐋 ⤵

"que haces, mi sol?" same as above <3 wait no, actually. u r miles' whole galaxy he loves u so much. deal with it <3 also if ur his sunshine!gf? forget about your name, thats literally all he's ever gonna call u

𝐌𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐀 ⤵

"anything for you, mi reina." same as princesa, he thinks you're royalty and u should be treated as such.

𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 ⤵

"i wouldn't change a thing about you, mi amor." another one he picked up from his parents. he thinks its sweet and simple; a way of incorporating his language with a cute nickname.

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ⤵

"i missed you, baby." 90% of the time he will use this when he's tired or when he wants something >:)

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀 ⤵

"you're so short. chiquita." he'll mostly call u this if ur short (me) LMAO but he loves you <3 he thinks its cute. you could be half an inch shorter than him and he'd still call it on grounds of you being short.

[desperate-gay]

Alexia Putellas smut

Too Hot

Alexia Putellas x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

“Mami! Mama! Wake up!” Your daughter, Maria, shouts before jumping on top of both of you, causing the two of you to jolt up and groan from your previously tangled limbs.

“What did I tell you about doing that, chiquita?” Your wife scolds, sitting upright to wake up while your daughter frowns at the stern tone.

“Lo siento.” She apologizes, still holding a sad look on her face before Alexia pulls her in and places multiple pecks all over her face, making the girl giggle. “Mama, save me!” You immediately hook your hands underneath her armpits, lifting her up and shielding her in your arms. Your wife begins to teasingly stalk towards the girl in your embrace and sneak her hand onto her leg, grabbing ahold of it. Maria screams at the feeling of Alexia nibbling at her flesh, acting as if she’s a monster chasing her prey.

The three of you all very awake now stop for a minute to breathe at the playful banter. Your daughter sits in your lap, calming down her laughter from all the tickling.

“Are you excited to sleep at abuelas tonight?” Your tone more exaggerated to get the little girl more excited.

“Si!”

“Si? Ah muy bien!” You pull your daughter into a big hug while Alexia smiles at the interaction. Nothing makes her swoon more than seeing her wife and daughter speak in her native tongue. “Why don’t you go play downstairs while mami and I get ready, and when we get down there, we’ll make the best breakfast ever!”

“How will it be the best?” Maria pulls back, giving you a questioning look.

“Well, I’ll make some pancakes and then I’ll force mami to make her famous tortilla espanola.”

“Yay! Thank you, mama!”

“Of course, now go play while you wait. mami, and I gotta get dressed.” You pat her butt, encouraging her to move faster.

Once your daughter is out of the room, Alexia moves on top of you and pins you down. She nuzzles her face in your neck and starts to suck and nip at your warm skin, but as much as you love the sensation, you groan and push her back a little bit, knowing if you allow her to keep going you’ll never leave the bed.

“Ale, no hickeys! I don’t want to be questioned by your mother when she picks up Ria.” Your protest comes out as a whine as she continues making marks all down your neck, ignoring your light pushes.

“Cover them up then. I can’t help myself. I love it when you call me mami.” She purrs and sucks at one last spot before pulling away to see you all flustered and red. Eventually, you lean up, making the Catalan above you smirk, thinking you’ll give in to her seduction.

Instead, you hover right over her lips and whisper, “Be careful baby or you won’t get your gift tonight.” With that, you peck her lips and quickly slide out from beneath her to head into your closet. Her face looks as vulnerable and confused as a kicked puppy after your rushed admission.

“Gift? What gift? Amor!”

—

“So you got everything? Your toothbrush, hairbrush, clothes-“

The sound of giggling cuts you off, so you turn around and notice Alexia making silly faces and mocking you. When she catches your eye, she places a hand over her mouth and makes a strict face.

“Maria, mama does not look ugly!” She fake scolds, trying to take your glare off of her and onto your guy’s own child.

You roll your eyes before making quick action to grab a pillow and chuck it across the room to hit your wife’s face. Your daughter is now laughing hysterically, seeing her mami fly towards you and lift you over her shoulder while you struggle against her hold and hit her bum.

“Ria, help me! Attack mami!” You demand as you’re getting carried farther into the distance. Once you get slammed into the bed and Alexia traps you under her body with her legs on each side of your waist and her hands pinning yours to the bed, the sound of tiny steps paddle their way down the halls and closer to your bedroom.

“I’m here to save you, mama!”

Maria jumps on Alexia’s back, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and trying to pull her down away from you. The Catalan lets go of your arms briefly to reach for the little girl, allowing you to have more control over your body and move out from between her. Quickly, you stand up off the bed and take the child into your arms before running back into the living room and both grabbing pillows to defend yourselves.

“Shouldn’t have done that you two.” You hear a thick Spanish accent rounding the corner, making you and your daughter lift the pillows even higher. An alarm blares throughout the room, signaling it’s already time for your little girl to go to her abuela’s.

She gathers up all of her stuff and rushes to say goodbye to you.

“Bye, mama. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She says while you place a couple of kisses on her face. Before she can walk out, you scream a wait before rushing upstairs to grab something. Your wife and daughter look at each other with puzzled looks and shrug their shoulders at the same time, which if you had seen, you would’ve thought it was adorable. Making your way back to the front door, you hold out a fuzzy gray object in front of you.

“You almost forgot Ellie.” You pant, holding out the little girl’s favorite elephant stuffed animal. Maria crashes into you and wraps her arms around your legs.

“Thank you, mama! I love you!” You repeat the words back to her as she steps out the door with Alexia.

Sighing, you make your way upstairs to prepare your little gift for your dear wife. The two of you haven’t had a day to yourselves in forever and you’re not going to let it go to waste.

—

About an hour later, a booming voice announces itself throughout the house.

“Mi amor, I’m home!” Alexia frowns at the zero response and heads into your shared bedroom. “Amor?”

“I’ll be out in just a minute. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the bed, baby?” You say through the bathroom door, finalizing all the touch-ups on your body. You wrap a robe around you and tie it at the end before opening the door and making your way towards your wife. Alexia lies down with her back against the headboard in gray sweatpants and a black tank top, showing off her defined muscles. You close the bedroom door so Nala, who is currently fast asleep on the couch, doesn’t interrupt you both.

Alexia pats her lap, signaling for you to straddle it. You slot your legs on both sides of her thighs and lean down to sit on her lap. Her veiny hands place themselves on your waist and she ducks her head to start sucking at your neck. Humming at the feeling, you begin to rock her hips and make small noises, causing the taller girl to smirk into your skin. Her hands trail their way to the string of your robe in hopes of untying it, but she’s quickly stopped when you grab her hands and pull away from her lips.

“Why are you stopping me?” Alexia whines in frustration, wanting to do so many things to you.

“I want to play a little game.” Her head snaps up to look at you and sees your mischievous smile.

“I’m listening.” She says a little warily, making you laugh at her concerned expression.

“Relax, it’s not a life or death situation. The game is called too hot. It’s sort of like a competition.” Alexia smirks at the word competition, knowing full well how competitive and determined she is. “We get to have a make-out session, but we have to keep our hands to ourselves. Whoever touches the other first loses.”

She hums and leans her face closer to yours. “You’re going down, princesa.” Her lips ghost over yours while she grips her hands in the sheets to stop her from touching you.

“Not if you go down first, mami.” You smirk when you see her eyes darken and look back up to your eyes. Without warning, she smashes her lips to yours, causing you to let out a small moan and press your lips just as hard to hers. Your hands press up against the headboard above Alexia’s head so your hands don’t touch any part of her. She snakes her tongue into your mouth and swirls around to taste every bit of you.

“You should just give up now, hermosa. We both know you won’t be able to last without me.” Her lips stay hovering over yours while you keep your eyes fixated on them.

“Hmm, I could just grind on you and get off that way, but what’s the fun in that? I want you to touch me so you can rip this robe off of me and hopefully what is underneath it, then fuck me so hard into this mattress the whole neighborhood can hear who I belong to.” With each word, you trail kisses from her jaw to her ear, riling her up more and more. Your teeth tug on her ear, making the older girl groan and cock her head to the side to meet your lips again. The kiss becomes sloppy and needy, mostly because of the pent-up sexual frustration from the past week, not being able to do much more than an occasional quickie.

“Touch me.” She demands, pressing kisses under your jaw.

“If you want me so bad, you touch me.”

“C’mon amor, you just said you want me to fuck you into the mattress, so why don’t you just give up and touch me?” The older girl sucks on the spot underneath the corner of your jaw, knowing how much you love it. She smirks hearing your little moans and whimpers from the kisses.

You thought this game would be fun, but now you’re rethinking your choices. If you give up, you’ll get what you want but with the cost of Alexia bragging everywhere and to everyone. And god knows she will not lose to anything yet to this.

She pulls away after placing three marks down the side of your neck and stares at you with hooded eyes while whispering, “Just touch me and we can be doing a lot of fun things right now, mi amor.” Your lips capture hers quickly to silence her temptation while your hands turn white from pressing against the headboard for so long.

“From what it sounds like, you’re just as desperate as me so just give in, baby.”

She knows you’re right. Every day she has been thinking of bending you over at any chance and absolutely destroying you. Sadly, with a little girl running around, your job, and her games left and right, you both don’t have much time by yourselves. Let alone for sex. In the slight chance of actually having time alone, at least one of you is exhausted. So seeing you grinding on her lap, in a robe that most likely has a sexy two-piece underneath it, is driving her mad.

Every inch of her is screaming to put her hands on you and show you who you belong to, but she won’t lose. She can’t lose. Competitiveness is in her blood and she can’t control it, so she’ll try and break you down until you’re a needy mess and eventually, you’ll touch her, losing the game but getting what the both of you want in the end.

So knowing how headstrong the Spanish woman is, you decide to push her in a way you know will end up getting what you want.

“I bet Mapi is good in bed. I’m sure she would know where to place her hands and how to get me going. Maybe Ona too.” You tease, seeing Alexia’s eyes cloud in jealousy. Without a second thought, her hand reaches out and clasps around your neck, pulling you into her but not to kiss you. Her hand tightens making it harder to breathe while she continues looking at your submissive state.

“You are so pathetic, trying to get me all riled up, talking about my teammates. Well, you got what you want, I’m touching you, but you’re gonna know that I’m the only one who can make you feel good once you’re limping tomorrow morning.” There’s a slight rasp in her voice that lets you know she is on her last nerve. One wrong move and you won’t get off at all. She releases her hold on your neck and moves it to behind your head to pull you into a rough kiss. “You’re gonna put that whore of a mouth to better use and maybe I’ll let you cum tonight.”

You nod quickly in response and begin to swing your leg over her waist so you can give her what she wants, but you’re stopped by her hand forcing your leg back down.

“I thought you wanted-“

“You really thought I forgot about my gift.” Her hand moves to the loose knot and reaches to the string, pulling the robe off of you. A white lingerie set hugs your body just right, making the Catalan basically drool all over the mattress. Her hands rub down your sides and then to the skin of your thighs. Her gaze never leaves your chest which is barely hidden behind the lace.

“Do you like it?” Alexia looks up into your eyes with her mouth slightly open.

“Are you kidding? This is- I- you’re so beautiful, princesa.” A blush reaches its way across your face as the older girl continues to skim her eyes all over you with no shame. “Hmm, as much as I love this, I remember you being a little brat, so you’re going to make it up to me.”

Alexia adjusts herself so she’s flat on the bed while peeling her pants off. You climb down so your knees are at the end of the bed and your face is hovering over her boxers. Your fingers curl at the top of the elastic and begin to pull it down. The girl below you lets out a small sigh as the cold breeze meets her core. You start trail kisses down her stomach, going lower with each peck.

“I want your ass up in the air, bonita.”

One of her hands gathers your hair in a ponytail and twists it to be able to grip it all in one fist. She forcefully pushes your head down, telling you to hurry up. Your tongue licks a long stripe up her slit, testing the waters. You notice her breath hitch at the contact, so you take it as a sign to keep going. While you switch from sucking and licking at her clit, her hand grips tighter on your head and pushes you further into her.

“God your mouth is so good, hermosa. Keep it up and you’ll get a reward.” She groans, tilting her neck back in pleasure, but only for a quick second. Her head snaps back up to see the perfect look of your ass in the air while your head bobs up and down.

Your tongue glides down to her sopping hole and dips in, causing the girl below you to let out a small moan and snap her hips up toward your face. Your thumb moves up to rub soft circles against her clit while your tongue continues to work in and out of her.

“Just like that. Don’t stop.”

So you don’t. You decide to speed up your actions, driving her over the edge. Your thumb continues to rub circles but more softly than before. Her hand in your hair pulls you up so you’re now face to face with her. Her lips latch onto yours and she shoves her tongue in your mouth, swirling around and exploring every inch.

“Do I get my reward now, mami?” You shyly ask, pulling away just enough to be able to see her reaction.

“Why don’t you go grab the toy and we’ll get this party started.”

You’re quick to get off the bed and rush over to the drawer that holds all of your adult toys. Walking over to her, she sits up and grabs the harness from your hands before putting it on. You remain kneeling on the bed, waiting for her to give you instructions for where she wants you.

“C’mere, amor.” She says, patting her lap. You crawl over to her and sit where she patted, continuing to wait to see what she wants. Her fingers find their way to your panties and begin to tug them down, making you lift your legs to fully pull them off. She pulls you in by the back of your neck and smashes her lips onto yours once again while her hand trails down and gathers up your arousal. “How long have you been like this, huh? Dripping and soaking through your panties.”

You whine when her middle and index finger dip into you and pull out, rubbing slow antagonizing circles around your clit.

“Please.” You whisper against her lips.

“Please what, amor? Use your words.”

“Fuck me, please!” After seeing her take control of you, you’ve been a mess. It’s been so long since the both of you have had a night to yourselves and thankfully Alexia’s mom and sister wanted to see Maria. There was no way you could say no.

“Mmm, if you want to get off, you’re doing the work, so sit up for me.”

You lift up your hips as Alexia lines up the toy to your entrance. She pulls you down, allowing you to sink into the toy. You quietly moan at the feeling of finally being filled and start to unconsciously roll your hips which earns you a slap on the ass.

“I didn’t say you could move yet, did I?” She rasps, tilting her head and waiting for an answer.

“No, I’m sorry. I’ve just been waiting for this for a while, it won’t happen again. I promise, baby.” Alexia smirks at your whining and moves her hands to your hips, guiding you to start rocking.

“It’s okay, hermosa. You can keep going, I know you’ve been a needy little thing for quite some time. Get yourself off.”

Slamming your hips up and down causes you to moan extremely loudly, so you lurch over and stuff her head in the older girl's neck.

“We’re alone, we can be as loud as we want to, princesa. Don’t cover up your moans now.” One of her hands grabs your jaw and lifts your head up.

Seeing your eyes close in pleasure and sinful noises slip from your lips makes Alexia go berserk. She doesn’t remember the last time she got to see you like this, and oh is she happy she gets to see it now.

“Such a good little slut, bouncing on my cock like this.”

Without thinking, she grips the front of your lacy bra and rips it in half, pulling it off your body, and causing you to let out a little gasp.

“Ale!”

“Relax, amor. I’ll buy you another set.” Her lips latch onto your nipple and her tongue starts to swirl circles around the nub, making your head snap back in euphoria.

“Oh my god, you feel so good. I’m gonna cum.” You pant, speeding up your hips, but Alexia grabs your hips and flips the both of you over so she’s now on top of you. Her hands grab both of your ankles and lift them on top of her shoulders, making her thrusts go deeper into you. Your moans become louder and more frequent, fueling Alexia’s movements.

“Cum, amor. I know you want to.”

Not another word needs to be said before your head slams back against the mattress and the coil in your stomach snaps, but the Catalan’s thrusts don’t slow down, making you whimper at the overstimulation.

“Oh, bebe. Remember you were being a brat, so you’re going to take what I’m giving you like a good girl. We’re going until you can’t stand.”

And she didn’t lie. After four more orgasms, you had to tap out. She placed you in every position, even having you slammed against the wall with your legs wrapped around her waist at one point. But now you’re far too sensitive to take more, so Alexia being the wonderful wife she is, grabs a rag and wipes you down. She then carries you bridal style to the bathroom so you can do your business and finally relax.

You both now lay in your bed, facing each other and rubbing your hands on the other’s skin.

“You lost, y’know.” You say, breaking the comfortable silence. Without a word, Alexia leans over and playfully bites your shoulder.

“And no one will ever find out or you’ll be taking even more than you did tonight, okay?”

You shiver and obediently nod, causing the older girl to chuckle.

“Good girl.”

—

“Hola, Eli.” You greet your wife’s mom, waiting for your daughter to get all of her things.

“Hola, carino. Fun night?” She asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“Umm, nothing particularly exciting, but it was nice having a night alone.” You smile politely, nodding your head before you feel someone poking your neck.

“The hickeys say otherwise.” Alba snickers, continuing to press on the tender skin. Your hand flies to the spot, covering the, what you thought, makeup-covered skin. An arm wraps around your shoulders and pulls you into their body, you look up and see your wife with a smug expression.

“We had a fun night, right hermosa?”

[la-muerte-chiquita]

[sthavoc]

Hi bestieeee, can I request something cute ? It could be short if you like.

You never call Enzo by his name he is used to hearing “mi amor” or whatever you like but when you say his name for something he’s like the confused pikachu meme like what did I do wrong? Who you talking to cuz that ain’t me I’m the love of your life future father of your children EXCUSE YOUUU TREAT ME WITH SOME RESPECT.

Thank you !! 💖

*๑՞ 🍏 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: you decide to pull a little prank on your boyfriend, wanting to see his reaction to you calling him by his name.

·˚ ༘ warnings: I believe it’s only fluff (if not i’m sorry)

·˚ ༘ note: guys i’m finally on spring break!! I can write more fics now! this one is a small blurb <3 i’m sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes.

The times you’ve called Enzo by his name could be counted. Those few moments could be times when the two of you would either fight or be on serious topics. Apart from that, his name wouldn't be a part of your daily vocabulary around him, or on the list of names you were used on calling him.

But today, you decided to see and test the waters. What would his reaction be to you randomly calling him by his name? Right now both of you found yourselves in the kitchen after you guys had gotten back home from doing your grocery shopping.

You thought this was perfect timing for you to ask him for something.

“¿Enzo, me pasas las manzanas por favor?” And there was his reaction. You tried to ignore it, but the facial expressions he had were difficult to dismiss. Your lips quivered from trying your best not to break character, you even had to seal them completely.

“¿Cómo me llamaste?” He spoke with confusion and astonishment in his tone. You never looked up from what you were doing and continued to put the groceries away.

“¿De qu�� hablas?” You followed along. The smallest of smiles broke from your lips when your back faced him and he wasn’t able to see any sign of facial expressions on your face.

“Me llamaste Enzo.” He sets both palms on the cold stone of the kitchen counter, his knuckles bending with the action. By this moment you had turned towards him again but continued to move.

“Pero si así te llamas amor.” You played dumb.

“No, no—” He points with his index before making his lips damped with his tongue. “Para vos yo soy tu “mi amor”, futuro marido, el padre de tus futuros hijos, el amor de tu vida.” You were trying your very best not to laugh right now. He appeared offended from hearing his name coming out of your lips.

You couldn't hide the smile on your lips, and he realized it. The crease that formed between his brows hadn't missed the way your cheeks grew for the smile. Which was when he asked—

“¿Por que sonreís?” he continued to look annoyed as you continued to smile.

You shook your head trying to cover your smile, but you were failing to. “Era una bromita amor.”

A smirk appeared on his lips, where he stuck his tongue inside his lower lip with a small shake of the head. “Ah ¿una bromita eh?” He copies. He had walked closer to you, his hands had found its way to your waist. “Pues tus bromitas me van a dar algo chiquita. Pero todo lo que dije es verdad eh.” He points.

“Lo se, y lo siento.” you whisper genuinely. Your eyes looked up at him while you continued to share your smile.

His index finger and thumb rested on your chin while the lack of space stayed between the two before he leaned in to share a gentle kiss. A kiss from which you were able to hear the smooch after you both pulled away.

“respeto, nena.” He said.

And you knew that the man meant for you to have respect for him, on knowing how to call him. It was mostly banter, but he did prefer for you to call him any cute pet name than his name. A million times.

[americangroupie]

꩜ dirty little thing ꩜

enzo vogrincic x reader

tw: +18, phone sex

a/n: mi primera fic, no juzgar 😭pero no doy más de pensar en este chabon, disfruten

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“¿y este milagro?”

sonreíste con los ojos entrecerrados, dándote vuelta en la cama con tu celular en la mano mientras soltabas un quejido. “¿qué milagro?”

“me contestaste el celular, a las–” escuchaste a enzo resoplar a través del altavoz “–¿dos, son allá?”

“dos y media.”

“disculpáme, chiquita. te prometí que te iba a llamar a penas pudiera. ¿te desperté? aún no me acostumbro a la diferencia horaria.”

enzo llevaba varios días viajando al participar de la premiere de su nueva película; premiere a la cual decidiste no asistir por la privacidad de ambos. lo último que querías era que los titulares de los artículos pasaran de habla de la película a prejuicios sobre tu relación con el.

“no, amor.” respondiste suspirando, acomodándote en la cama. “estaba dormitando nada más. yo te extraño el triple, sabés. no es lo mismo sin vos.”

se rió por lo bajo. “yo te dije que vinieras. no era necesario que me acompañaras a los eventos, podrías solo haber–”

“enzo–” interrumpiste.

“pero escucháme, ángel. te podrías haber quedado acá conmigo en la habitación, hasta tarde.”

“¿hasta tarde, hm?” soltaste una risita al escucharlo reír, imaginándotelo agarrandose la cara por tu comentario. “¿haciendo que?”

“no sé, mi amor. ¿que se te ocurre?”

mordiste levemente tu labio inferior, apretando las piernas en el momento que tu cabeza comenzó a imaginar escenarios en los que podrías estar con tu novio si estuviera cerca.

“¿estás solo?”

lo escuchaste reír. “si nena, acabo de llegar a la habitación. ¿por qué?”

“ya sabes porqué.”

“no, ángel.” pusiste los ojos en blanco. “decime.”

“porque te extraño mucho.” exclamaste en voz baja, suspirando.

prácticamente lo podías escuchar sonreír. “¿cuánto?”

“deja de molestarme, enzo.”

“pero si recién estoy empezando, mi amor.” te quejaste al escuchar sus palabras, mientras el se recostaba en su cama de hotel. “¿dónde me extrañas?”

“¿dónde?”

“¿entre tus piernas, será?”

guardaste silencio por unos segundos, estremeciéndote al escuchar sus palabras cerca de tu oído a través del celular, ganándote una suave risa burlesca del otro lado de la llamada.

“¿si, mi amor?”

“sí, enzo. mucho. no es lo mismo tocarme solita.”

gruñó. “yo también extraño estar ahí, chiquita. no hay lugar mejor que entre tus piernas, escuchando los ruidos que hacés. no sabés como extraño comerte.”

te quejaste en voz alta en forma de suplica, acomodándote en la cama una vez más al no poder estarte quieta.

“extraño tocarte,” continuó enzo en voz baja. “besarte, cogerte. un par de días sin vos y me estoy volviendo loco.”

“enzo–”

“toc��te para mi, hermosa.” es como si fuera capaz de leerte los pensamientos. “dejáme escuchar los ruiditos que hacés para mi, ¿si?”

“mhm” fue lo único que fuiste capaz de escupir, bajando tu ropa interior por tus piernas y colocando tu mano entre las mismas, frotando circulitos al ímpetu de sus palabras. “hazlo conmigo, enzo.”

lo escuchaste reír por lo bajo. “si, mí amor. yo te necesito tanto como vos a mi.”

“te necesito acá, conmigo. en serio.” dijiste frustrada, quejándote por lo bajo mientras te lo imaginabas masturbándose en una pieza de hotel en españa.

“¿que querés de mi?”

“c-cualquier cosa.”

“¿cualquier cosa? ¿me dejarías hacerte lo que yo quiera, ángel?”

asentiste con la cabeza, como si te pudiera ver. “sí enzo, sí. lo que vos quieras.”

“hm.” lo escuchaste gruñir a través del altavoz, gimiendo como respuesta. “primero te comería a besos, como siempre..” se interrumpió a sí mismo con un casi inaudible gemido, haciéndote juntar las piernas con tu mano entremedio en respuesta. “.. y luego bajaría por tu cuerpo, pasaría mi lengua por todos lados, mi amor. como siempre.”

“¿y que más?” dijiste con la voz temblorosa.

“te daría besos por los muslos, y pasaría mis dedos para ver lo mojada que estás.” gemiste, interrumpiéndolo. “te dejaría probarte. no sabés como me pones, princesa. lo que más quiero es que te corras en mi boca, y luego me dejes cogerte hasta que no puedas más.”

“quiero que lo hagas como la última vez que nos vimos.”

te ganaste una risa de su parte. “¿ah, sí? ¿en la cocina otra vez, mi amor?” asentiste entre quejidos. “no tardaste nada en acabar mientras te cogía encima de la mesa. ¿o estás hablando de cuando te metí los dedos mientras cocinabas, chiquita?”

“enzo..”

“¿ya, mi amor?”

“mhm..” gemiste, entreabriendo la boca sin poder controlar los sonidos que hacías.

“esperáme.”

“no me puedes hablar así y hacerme esperar.” lloriqueaste, haciéndolo reír. “no aguanto nada escuchando tu voz.”

“ni yo la tuya, chiquita. extrañaba tanto los ruiditos que hacés. no sabes como me tienes.”

“por favor, enzo.”

“¿por favor qué?”

“acaba conmigo.” ocultaba sus gruñidos, pero podías escuchar su respiración agitada y la forma en la que movía su mano. “por favor enzo, te necesito.”

“hazlo.”

tus oídos cesaron por un par de segundos al dejar de esperar, pero logrando escuchar los gemidos y gruñidos que soltaban ambos al mismo tiempo. después de unos segundos, lo único que se escuchaba en ambas líneas eran las respiraciones agitadas de los dos, seguidas de una risa burlesca por parte de enzo.

“un par de días más aguanta, mi amor.”

te quejaste. “no aguanto ni un par de segundos sin ti acá, amor.”

“dios.” suspiró. “me tenés como un idiota, sabelo.”

[aricastmblr]

5 años de este vídeo de jimin en bts twt de jungkook 

BTS_twt 18 may. 2019

정국아 사랑해 ☺️❤️

#JIMIN

#잇진

Jungkook-ah, love you ☺️❤️

#JIMIN

#EatJin

(https://x.com/BTS_twt/status/1129962342123548672)

Despues del BTS Live : EAT Jin (with 지민)

https://www.vlive.tv/post/0-18231847

JinJimin apagaron y llego Jungkook de aquí comienza esto.

정국아 사랑해 ☺️❤️

#JIMIN

#잇진

Jungkook-ah te quiero ☺️❤️

#JIMIN

#EatJin

[madame-fear]

꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐂 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks! : okay so,, I know this isn’t what I’m used to writing on this blog — but lately I’ve been hyperfixating on this man so badly, that I felt the need of writing something for him myself! Anyways, enjoy this lovelies !! 💗 I felt kind of shy writing for Enzo, but I think I will write more things for this man jakdkdjdjkl ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : just dating headcanons for our beloved man. 💕

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : mostly fluff. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : enzo vogrincic x (fem)!reader

˗ˏˋ REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN ´ˎ˗

: ̗̀➛ i can definitely picture him as the type of boyfriend that would be extremely loving & devoted to you. A bit clingy as well... A bit too clingy, but you can’t really complain — it simply makes you love him even more.

: ̗̀➛ Expect to be showered in praises & kisses from day to night. I think Enzo would always find the perfect opportunity to show you just how stromg his undying adoration for you is no matter the place, or timing.

: ̗̀➛ Lazy morning kisses that go from your neck, to your jawline, to your cheek while he cuddles you tightly from behind and whispers sweet nothings in your ear to gently wake you up? Yeah, he definitely does that.

: ̗̀➛ “linda”, “princesa”, “mi vida”, “mi amor”, “bonita”, “muñeca”, “chiquita” — those are just some nicknames he has for you, and you only. I have the feeling he’d have many other nicknames for you, even some silly ones, but these would be the ones he uses the most with you.

: ̗̀➛Whenever your back is facing him, Enzo would take the opportunity to show up from behind and give you love. Maybe he randomly takes you into his arms and spins you around in the spot just to make yoy giggle, or maybe his arms would wrap themselves tightly around your waist, as he nuzzles your neck with the tip of his nose in a rather loving — and teasing — manner.

: ̗̀➛ Don’t be surprised if, while you’re doing the most basic mindless thing, like scrolling on your phone or watching TV, you find him staring at you like a lovesick fool, smiling to himself. I can totally see him doing this, and I think it would be very sweet.

: ̗̀➛ Lap sitting, lap sitting, lap sitting. It really doesn’t matter if both of you are reading a book, talking together, or are on your phones — you need to be sitting on his lap. He just absolutely adores how it feels to have you tightly pressed against his body, or how you become flustered everytime he sits you on top of him (or pats his lap invitingly, instead of straight up sitting you there).

: ̗̀➛ You know when cats rub their heads against one another to show affection? Yeah,, I have the feeling he does this when he’s needy to show you his love. Change my mind.

: ̗̀➛Not a single part of your body would go to waste when it comes to kisses. Tip of your nose? Kissed. Your cheeks? Obviously, kissed. Forehead? Most definitely, yes. Hands & knuckles? All the time. Jaw? Yes, checked. Neck? His favourite spot to kiss you, double checked.

: ̗̀➛ Sweet man also loves having you cuddled by his side. Perhaps you’re talking about nothing in particular, or perhaps you’re reading a book together... Or he’s reading outloud to you, in a very gentle manner — it doesn’t matter. The feeling of having you cuddling him while one of his hands play tenderly with your hair is the best feeling that there is to be.

: ̗̀➛ If you prefer to keep privacy, Enzo would be very understanding with that, of course. But otherwise, if you don’t mind, expect to go to the Red Carpet, to every single premier and event by his side, and have him proudly show you off to everyone.

: ̗̀➛ Have I mentioned cuddles, tons & tons of them all the time? I don’t think so. 👀

: ̗̀➛ You’re so pampered by him, that you would have an endless showers of gifts for you. Be it jewellery he knows you’d like, a bouquet of flowers with a love poem written in a small card attatched to them, makeup, plushies — you name it. Whatever you like, and whatever helps to show his love, he will gift it right away to you.

: ̗̀➛ He’s very attentive to your every mood change. If he notices something is wrong with you, Enzo will ask you if you’re alright, if you need anything, or if something happened to upset you. It kind of makes you melt seeing him so soft & caring & understanding around you.

: ̗̀➛ coughcough — he definitely thinks about you carrying his last name and how well it suits you & about having children together — coughcough

: ̗̀➛Often he volunteers himself to do your makeup (you would probably have to teach him how) and to do your hair as well. And. . . I think. . . He would kind of stare at you with puppy eyes if you refuse, and would insist until you allow him to do so. 🥺

: ̗̀➛This man cooks for you no matter how much you insist on doing it yourself. He just enjoys cooking whatever you love eating the most, and getting to see your flustered reactions at it.

: ̗̀➛ Stealing borrowing his clothes? That’s one of your favourite things to do, and you often do it to tease him. His clothes would obviously be a bit too big for you, but does it really matter? It’s a win-win for both of you. You get to feel him even closer to you, and feel his warmth and sweer scent; and he gets to swoon over you wearing his clothes.

: ̗̀➛ This man would be extremely overprotective with you. He would be the most delicate, gentle, loving, and protecting boyfriend you could ever have. If someone either flirts with you, or does the slightest thing to make you comfortable, you would have him there protecting you in any possible way.

: ̗̀➛That’s it. Just prepare yourself to be loved & cuddled to no end by a fool who is sick in love with you. But he would give you the proper care & attention you deserve — absolute princess treatment at all costs. 💗

[cuarzorosita]

amo como escribess, te puedo pedir un one shot también medio doméstico pero de enzo y su hijo? donde su esposa espera otro bebé 😭😭😭

por favorr y amo tu one shot lo leo cada cinco minutos 💘💘💘💘

💐 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ UN RECUERDO . . . enzo vogrincic

♫ play beautiful boy by john lennon

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . pairing : enzo vogrincic x fem!reader.

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . warning(s) : enzo siendo un poco ⠀⠀⠀sobreprotector, embarazo, mucho fluff.

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . summary : dejar un recuerdo familiar es ⠀⠀⠀todo lo que necesitas para llenar el corazón de tu ⠀⠀⠀esposo.

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . emi's note : muchas gracias mi niñaa, me ⠀⠀⠀alegro mucho que te haya gustado y espero este ⠀⠀⠀también. esta es la referencia que use para que se ⠀⠀⠀hagan una idea del cuadrito y dios mio enzo papá ⠀⠀⠀me mata. gracias por el apoyo <3.

sonreíste cuando escuchaste la puerta de entrada abrirse y los pasos apresurados de su hijo.

enzo había ido a comprar un pequeño lienzo junto a su hijo, y tú, que no podías hacer mucho esfuerzo, te quedaste en casa.

habían escogido los colores desde antes, buscando tres de ellos que combinaran perfectamente, los habías ordenado ya en la mesa a la espera de los dos hombres.

¿y para que lo querían? pues bien, habías visto una tonelada de vídeos donde los padres con sus hijos marcaban sus manos en un cuadro, dejándolo como un recuerdo.

y no pudiste evitar querer lo mismo.

así que se lo contaste a enzo, tu esposo, que ante tu emoción y ojos estrellados, claramente no iba a decir que no.

"llegamos, chiquita" escuchaste a enzo antes de ver su figura atravesar el pasillo hasta la sala.

"¡mami!" eloy, tu hijo, apareció detrás de su padre, saltando al sillón donde estabas. reíste levemente cuando viste los ojos de enzo abrirse por la preocupación.

"ten cuidado, hijo" le dijo, acercándose y arrodillandose frente a ti. su mano cálida acarició tu vientre abultado con una sonrisa.

"¿y vos?, ¿te portaste bien?" acercó sus labios hasta tu vientre; dejaste un beso en la cabeza de tu hijo cuando este la apoyo en tu hombro y acariciaste el pelo de enzo.

"siempre se porta bien" respondiste por tú bebé por obvias razones, enzo subió sus ojos hasta tu rostro, observandote con una sonrisa.

"me alegro mucho, mi gordita" sus dos manos viajaron a los costados de tu vientre, acariciandolo mientras seguía dejando besos.

por mucho que amabas las caricias de enzo, tenías muchas ganas de hacer el cuadro, así que te estiraste con la intención de ponerte de pie. enzo bufó, demasiado concentrado en darle besos a su bebé.

"dale, gordita. déjame ayudarte" se puso de pie rápidamente, tomando una de tus manos y poniendo la suya en tu espalda baja.

te reíste de lo preocupado que era enzo en tu embarazo. no te sorprendió, el era exactamente igual en tu primer embarazo.

siempre queriendo cuidarte de lo más insignificante para ti, pero para él, todo era un peligro. no podía arriesgarse a que algo les pasará.

después de todo, eran su familia.

su hogar.

entrelazaste tus dedos con los de enzo y con los de eloy, caminando hacía la mesa donde anteriormente ya habías ordenado todo.

enzo frunció levemente su ceño cuando vio las cosas ordenadas "gorda, no tenías que ordenarlo todo" te dijo al oído, dejando un beso en el costado de tu cabeza.

sonreíste "pero quería hacer algo también" enzo asintió resignado.

te entrego el lienzo que le habías pedido. uno pequeño pero lo suficientemente grande para que sus manos entraran.

"muchas gracias, amor" con tu mano unida, lo atrajiste hasta ti, besándolo suavemente.

sentiste como enzo sonreía en medio del beso, llevo su mano hacía tu cintura, donde acarició y apretó suavemente.

no podía evitar tener sus manos fuera de tu cuerpo cuando, sobretodo ahora, que estabas embarazada. la idea de que tenías a su hijo dentro, cuidándolo y protegiéndolo hacía que sus ojos se llenaran de lágrimas.

"¡wakala!" escuchaste a tu hijo gritar y no pudiste evitar reírte justo en la boca de enzo, que de igual manera se reía.

"boe, cuando vos tengas novia no vas a decir lo mismo" lo señaló con su dedo, mostrando sus blancos dientes cuando su hijo negó con la cabeza.

"mentira" respondió eloy cruzándose de brazos. mientras enzo discutía con un niño de 4 años, te encargaste de desenvolver el lienzo, tiraste el plástico a la basura y te giraste a los dos vogrincic.

"dejen de discutir, bobos" llamaste su atención "vengan" enzo tomo a su hijo entre sus brazos, dejándolo sentado con cuidado sobre la mesa.

su brazo se posó en tu cintura mientras él se deslizaba a tu lado. dejo descansar su cabeza en tu hombro, haciendo un camino de besos hasta tu mejilla.

río levemente cuando observó tus movimientos nerviosos por sus besos. llevaban más de 10 años juntos y aún lograba ponerte nerviosa.

era su simple presencia la que te hacía tener una respiración acelerada.

le pegaste un codazo leve en el estómago, logrando llenar el pincel con pintura "vení, elo" tu hijo se acercó lo suficiente a ti, dejando su pequeña mano sobre tu palma.

deslizaste el pincel sobre su manito y sonreíste cuando lo escuchaste reír.

"me da cosquillas, mami" dijo el niño, dejando que guiaras su mano hasta el centro del lienzo.

su pequeña mano quedo pintada, destacando sobre el blanco del fondo. sentiste a enzo ajustarse a tu alrededor, sonriendo ante la marca.

la manito era tan pequeña, que te entristeció pensar que algún día dejaría de ser así.

un beso reconfortante llego a tu mejilla, al igual que las caricias en tu cintura. enzo entendía que a veces las hormonas golpeaban tus sentimientos más sensibles.

"¡te toca, mami!" sonrió eloy. enzo tomo el pincel de entre tus dedos y lo sumergió en el agua, buscando quitarle el color anterior.

lo saco y secó, colocándole el color que tu habías elegido; con la mano que tenía en tu cintura, tomo tu mano delicadamente, llevándola hasta sus labios antes de pasar el pincel desde la punta de tus dedos hasta la palma.

trazó tu mano con agilidad como si fuera un pintor, pero con delicadeza como si te fueras a romper.

cuando terminó, dejaste caer tu mano sobre la marca que la mano de tu hijo había dejado, haciendo presión para que quedara completamente marcada.

la quitaste, apreciando como la marca había quedado justo con la mano de tu hijo en medio, completando tu mano.

"es precioso" enzo juro casi derretirse en tu hombro ante la imagen.

eran las manos de aquellos que más amaba. las manos que se deslizaban por su cabello en las noches o por su rostro cuando querías un beso.

las manos que se estiraban hacía él para ser tomado en brazos o para envolverse en su cuello en busca de un abrazo.

enzo había formado un sentimiento de amor tan profundo y desorbitante por ti, por tu hijo, que podía dar su vida por la de ustedes.

y por último, fue el turno de la suya.

repetiste el proceso de limpiarla y llenarla de pintura, lo pasaste por su mano y la acomodaste para que quedara perfectamente centrada.

dejo caer su mano en el lienzo, haciendo la misma presión para que no sea su mano la que arruinará el lienzo.

cuando la quito, el recuerdo estaba terminado.

su mano era mucho más grande que la tuya o que la de tu hijo, pero parecía que las tres encajaban como piezas de rompecabezas.

una mano sobre la otra, sellando un vínculo como lo es la familia.

"me encanta" susurraste, acercando a tu hijo en un abrazo. enzo no tardó en envolver sus brazos alrededor de los dos.

bueno, tres.

los mecio de lado a lado, sintiendo un sentimiento de protección en su pecho. es aquí donde él pertenece. en ningún otro lugar más que con ustedes en sus brazos.

"te amo, gordita, mucho" susurró en tu oído.

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AFTER MIDNIGHT (blurb)

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notinha: o povo clamou e eu atendi☝️ logo aqui está uma antologia do blurb Enzo namorado pobrete com a reader rica. Amo que só conseguia pensar na musica uptown girl escrevendo isso☠️

"Para, Enzo! A gente não pode fazer barulho." Responde rindo quando Enzo pula em cima de você deitada na cama.

Depois de uma semana separados, hoje você tinha chegado de uma viagem ao exterior e ambos não aguentaram a saudade, então impulsivamente chamou Enzo para vir até sua casa no meio da madrugada.

Apesar do casarão ser grande e seu quarto ficar no fim do corredor pararelo ao dos seus pais, tinha muito medo de qualquer pessoa escutar a voz do homem que seus pais desprezavam.

Enzo nunca havia sequer pisado em um lugar tão luxuoso, não conseguia parar de admirar o jardim enorme quando ele entrou pela porta dos fundos ou os lustres no teto da sala. E claro, seu quarto parecia ter saído de um castelo, grande e espaçoso, com tudo exalando extravagância. Mas ele amava como tinha um canto onde ficava umas pinturas e poesias que ele tinha te presenteado. Como seus pais não sabiam que vocês namoravam, Enzo sempre te dava as coisas que fazia pensando em você, já que não podia ter uma foto ou qualquer objeto relacionado a ele.

Entretanto, no momento ele só conseguia focar na maior preciosidade do mundo, que era a namorada lindinha dele com os olhos murchos de cansaço, mas com um soriso apaixonado. Ele segura seu rosto com as duas mãos gigantes e você passa os dedos pelos cabelos sedosos.

"Eres tan hermosa, mi amor." diz te encarando profundamente que suas bochechas esquentam com a intensidade do olhar e elogio.

Selando a distância entre vocês, Enzo roça o nariz grande no seu, logo em seguida inclina a cabeça e deixa um selinho demorado nos seus lábios. Insatisfeita, você encurta a distância novamente e agarra os fios lisos para beija-lo, passando a língua pelos lábios carnudos e massageando a boca dele com a sua, geme dengosa quando o moreno pressiona a ereção no short do seu pijama.

Os beijos começam a ficar mais desesperados assim como as mãos, você puxou a camisa dele até tirar e revelar o corpo malhado, enquanto Enzo acaricia sua cintura e barriga por baixo da sua blusa. O mais velho desce uma mão para dentro do seu shortinho de dormir, acariciando sua calcinha umedecida, fazendo círculos na região sabendo que os dedos grandes dele conseguiam massagear toda a sua intimidade.

Extasiada, você joga a cabeça para trás, por finalmente sentir os dedos dele te tocando onde mais necessitava. Cansado de te provocar, Enzo enfia a mão na sua roupa íntima passando dois dedos pela sua buceta molhada. Ele fazia círculos precisos no seu clitóris, admirando de perto cada expressão no seu rosto. O tempo separados parece ter te deixado mais afetada por ele, você apertava os biceps torneados e remexia os quadris contra a mão habilidosa.

"Que saudade que eu 'tava dessa bucetinha, chiquita." Enzo fala enquanto recolhe a umidade e volta a massagear seu pontinho inchado.

Seu namorado continua brincando com a sua bucetinha que piscava ansiosa por um orgasmo, você gemia baixinho e se contorcia empurrando seu grelinho inchado nos dedos do uruguaio, que tinha um sorriso malicioso no rosto ao te ver tão desesperada quanto a primeira vez que ele fez isso.

Enzo sentia muito prazer em te dar prazer pelo fato de você ser totalmente desinibida, não tinha vergonha de se esfregar nele ou pedir por mais, toda transa de vocês sempre acabava com ele te dizendo que você é uma gatinha no cio.

"Brinca com seus peitinhos pra mim, vai." Diz dando um tapa na sua coxa com a outra mão e depois levanta sua camisa acima dos seus seios.

Seu rosto esquenta com o pedido do moreno, mas obedece porque adora fazer um showzinho para ele. Segura os dois peitos e pressiona um contra o outro, amassando-os e beliscando os biquinhos levemente, gemia baixinho enquanto massageava a carne macia e remexia a pele de vez em quando. Sua performance parece agradá-lo, pois Enzo fica hipnotizado com a boca entreaberta fitando os movimentos das suas mãos.

Repentinamente, Enzo se curva um pouco e cospe nos seus peitinhos. Grunhe quando você pega a saliva dele e espalha pelos mamilos com toques suaves. A mão dele acelera os círculos na sua bucetinha, tudo estava sendo demais para você, sentia sua calcinha e os dedos de Enzo totalmente melados com os seus líquidos.

"Me fode logo, Enzo." Fala com uma voz ofegante, implorando pra ter aqueles dedos grossos dentro do seu buraquinho.

Enzo cessa os movimentos, para te dar um tapa nos seios babados e te fazendo soltar um choramingo alto pela mudança súbita de comportamento.

"Uma semana e você já perdeu toda a educação?" Questiona tombando a cabeça para o lado como se zombasse de ti. "Se quer ser fodida igual uma puta safada vai ter que pedir direitinho."

"Quero seus dedos dentro da minha bucetinha carente, papi." Pede com uma voz manhosa enquanto pressionava seus seios um no outro tentando atiçar mais ele.

Enzo tira os dedos do seu clitóris abusado e enfia tudo de uma vez na sua entradinha pulsante.

"Tá vendo? Se pedir do jeito que o papi ensinou vai ter tudo o que você quer, princesa." Enzo diz com um olhar satisfeito ao te ver abrir mais as pernas e franzir o cenho com a sensação de ter a buceta cheininha pelos dedos grossos.

O moreno prontamente curva os dedos buscando te fazer gozar rápido, porque ele também estava desperado para meter o pau inchado em você.

Mordia os lábios para conter os sons que teimavam em escapar ao sentir os dedos do Enzo socando a parte mais sensível da sua intimidade. O pulso do mais velho já tinha cãibras de tanta força que ele aplicava ao te dedar, sentia sua buceta se contraindo mais e mais, até um que um jato de líquidos manchou a sua calcinha e sujou a dele.

"Pelo visto ela sentia muita saudade de mim, gatinha." Enzo diz com um sorriso arrogante, enfim deitando sobre você, te esmaga com os músculos e te sufoca com o cheiro do perfume amadeirado.

Ele remove seu short e calcinha estragados e tira o pau babado de dentro da cueca. Ele pincela a ponta por toda a extensão molhada das suas dobrinhas até chegar no seu outro buraco mais apertado.

"Enzo!!! Aí não!" Fala aflita em uma voz meio alta que Enzo logo tapa sua boca com medo de alguém ter te escutado. Ele pressiona o rosto no seu pescoço rindo baixinho com seu desespero, mas o uruguaio sabia que era só uma questão de tempo até você pedir para ele foder seu cuzinho.

"Era brincadeira, amorcito." Diz quando retira a mão da sua boca, em seguida escuta você resmungar e te vê fazer um biquinho emburrado.

Tentando te amolecer, Ele enfia a cabecinha do membro grosso na sua buceta e deixa beijinhos carinhosos ao redor do seu rosto. Ele mete devagarinho saboreando como você o aperta, o pau tremia só ter suas paredes espremendo-o com a penetração. Quando Enzo começa a estocar lentinho para te alargar mais ainda, suas mãos vão para as costas dele, arranhando a pele bronzeada.

Enzo passa a ondular os quadris, gemendo contra os seus mamilos com a maneira que sua buceta engolia o pau dele, melando toda a circunferência avantajada com o seu melzinho. Para ele, era sempre um encontro de almas estar dentro de você, não só pelo prazer, mas sim porque realmente parecia que eram feitos um para o outro.

"Que buceta gostosa, amor." Diz em meio aos grunhidos, acelerando os movimentos e passando a criar um som estalado toda vez que ele socava tudo dentro de ti.

"O que foi, bebita?" Pergunta no seu ouvido quando você murmura algo contra o cabelo dele.

"Me ensina a sentar em você, por favor?" Pergunta com uma vozinha tímida com medo de ter estragado o momento.

Enzo solta um gemido grave impulsionando o pau contra a sua entradinha arrombada só de imaginar como seria te ter sentando nele.

"Claro, mi amor." Diz ao dar um beijinho na pele entre seus seios. Inverte saus posições sem sair de dentro da você.

Rapidamente, vocês se encontram grudados, com o seu corpo por cima e seus cabelos caindo ao redor do rosto dele. Enzo afasta suas madeixas e segurando os fios em um rabo de cavalo improvisado. Procura alguma dúvida nos seus olhos, mas quando não encontra nada, te puxa para um beijo longo e amoroso.

Te instrui a sentar totalmente no colo dele, sua buceta ardia um pouco pelo ângulo profundo, então remexia os quadris agoniada por algum alívio.

A visão do seu corpo em cima dele era paradisíaca, o seu rostinho, os seus peitos, as suas curvas e o modo como tudo no seu quarto parecia inocente em comparação com o momento ilícito. Além disso, a região que vocês estavam unidos era uma imagem que com certeza estaria em todos os sonhos selvagens dele, a sua bucetinha parecia engolir o membro grosso, a pele corada ao redor totalmente esticada.

Você apoia as mãos no peitoral suado e as mãos grandes seguram sua cintura, te ensinando como subir e descer. Vocês dois respiravam pesadamente com a forma que o pau dele preenchia tudo dentro do seu canal estreito. Logo você pega o ritmo certo, começando a se esfregar na virilha coberta por alguns pelos toda vez que descia. Alternava entre rebolar no colo dele e quicar rapidamente.

A cama rangia por conta da movimentação intensa adicionando um ar mais erótico ao se juntar com os sons dos suspiros pesados. Você sentava mais rápido e desengonçada, precisando da ajuda do uruguaio que impulsionava os quadris, te fodendo por baixo.

Tudo parecia te estimular nessa posição, por isso contorceu o rosto ao suprimir um gritinho ao gozar, criando uma bagunça ainda maior no meio das suas pernas. Com o aperto da sua buceta, Enzo solta uma série de palavrões junto com o jato de porra pintando seu interior. O líquido viscoso te deixava com uma sensação mais cheia ainda e vazava na virilha do seu namorado.

Você cai sobre o corpo dele enterrando sua cara no pescoço grosso e Enzo retira o membro melecado da sua buceta que já ardia por conta da intensa atividade.

amo q sou meio paty💅 e ter um cara assim na mimha cama é meio que um desejo obscuro