#l'ho

[giggibaloggio]

freddygamer89

[cantofamelico]

buongiorno <3

[yourangle-yuordevil]

“Ti amo” pensò di dirgli, ma il suo cuore era ancora un codardo “Ti amo, ti prego resta… anche se sono l'opposto di ciò che tu sei." Le parole continuavano a ribollirgli nel petto come lava, senza mai emergere in superficie. Avrebbe di nuovo fatto un disastro, confessandosi? Il rifiuto dell'ultima volta ancora lo terrorizzava. … ma Aziraphale conosceva tutte le lingue del mondo. Il francese… non proprio. Tuttavia aveva imparato ad interpretare i silenzi di Crowley, i suoi gesti attenti, il suo linguaggio segreto. Le sue dita si insinuarono sotto il colletto della camicia di Crowley lasciando una traccia bollente sulla sua pelle. Scese piano, carezzandogli la schiena… ticchettando sulle scapole. "Ti andrebbe di liberare le ali?" chiese all'improvviso. [Aziraphale x Crowley | Rating arancio | Post Stagione 2]

[vpervaffanculo]

Posso dire che l'infantilizzazione della donna bambina, piccina, piccolina, possibilmente muta e carina non solo mi ha rotto il cazzo ma la ritengo una roba altamente inquietante e preoccupante e sono stufa di rapportarmi con uomini adulti o meno adulti che non sanno avere a che fare con una donna matura se non con la propria madre? Curatevi.

[saruzzo]

[frammenti--di--cuore]

la verità è che se capisci, se hai la fortuna di riconoscere, ciò che è davvero importante per il tuo cuore, non devi mai mai mai metterti nelle condizioni di poterlo perdere. Si può rischiare per tutto tranne che per le cose speciali che ci vengono offerte come se fossero un dono, quelle devi solo stringerle e custodirle. Non metterti mai nelle condizioni di perdere un pezzo del tuo cuore, potresti dover vivere senza per il resto della tua vita. Le cose belle non è detto che ti capitino due volte. Potresti non avere una seconda occasione per sentirti nuovamente intero.

zoe

[pgfone]

Allora stasera passo dall'agronomo al volo per alcune scartoffie, agronomo che sta in centro, e io odio il centro, bene, prendo questi fogli gli sborso 100 euro (che se li buttavo nel fiume almeno li vedevo galleggiare ma vabbè) ci salutiamo e nel tragitto per andare a riprendere la macchina mi va l'occhio su una vetrina con tutti orologi Casio, ne vedo uno blu simile a quello che ho con i cristalli rotti da interpretare, mi dico, và me lo prendo; entro, atmosfera fighetta e già lì iniziano a spuntarmi le prime bolle, ma resisto, ormai sono lanciato sull'acquisto, viene da me un commesso molto gayo e mi dice, come posso esserti utile? E io gli dico, ho visto quell'orologio li vorrei comprarlo, e lui mi fa, hihihihihihi ma quello è da donna hihhiihihih, appunto tesoro, DAMMELO!.

[formulapookie]

Diggianini "stop teasing and just put it in already" :)

There's a heavy sheet of tension hovering above them, none of them is pleased by the outcome of the race, Enea taking a third place that could've been a second if only pecco didn't fucking overtake him in the last lap and Diggia taking a sad fifth place after being in the fight for the podium.

The tyres gave out two laps to the end, and he only realized once he got off the bike that the windshield was cracked and broken on the corner.

Fucking Miller broke it when they touched in the third lap of the race for sure.

But mostly, what got Diggia's blood boiling was how touchy Enea had decided to be with Pecco once they got in Parc fermé for celebrations.

There was no need to hold on to that hug for so long or have their helmets press so close to one another.

And well. Yeah it's not that they're together or something they just fuck but. Still. Pecco shouldn't fucking touch.

He manages to sneak in Enea's motorhome, more or less unseen, except from Carola, which, poor soul, must have seen more than just one time his teammate go to Pecco's room.

She just rolls her eyes and turns around, trying to ignore the neon yellow figure entering Enea's room.

Once he's inside he just plops on the couch, debates whether to take his clothes off already or not but goes for keeping them on. Enea might think he's desperate for it and he's not. Not really. Not that much. Maybe.

Ten minutes pass, Diggia is getting more and more impatient, because where is Enea?

Is he still celebrating with Ducati? Is he giving an interview? Is he celebrating with Pecco?

When the door opens Enea comes in still smelling of champagne and soaked from it.

He didn't watch the celebrations, he never likes to see how others drench him in alcohol.

"Oh you're already here? How nice of you Diggia"

He feels a blush coming up his cheeks, and Enea giggles. He likes the sound of it, especially when the other's already a bit drunk for the podium celebrations and lets loose a bit more.

Enea's leathers are unzipped, pooling at his waist and letting everyone who witnessed him walking see his body through the see-through undersuit he's got on.

He's leaning against his table, a smug grin on his face as he watches Diggia sat on his couch looking at him with hunger.

"You think you're gonna do something or are you just gonna stare? Because in that case I can just call someone else, I think Pecco might like to help me take off the leathers, he-"

He can't continue the sentence, not when Diggia is so quick to stand up from the couch and close the distance between them, clashing their lips together and immediately getting his hands on his body.

"You want me?" "Shut up"

They're basically breathing in each other's mouths, they both clearly want to reach the bed as soon as possible, but neither wants to give up control.

Enea makes just one small mistake, and it's looking down where their bodies meet.

Diggia is hard, the bulge is noticeable even through the baggy jeans he got on. Cause let's not lie, Diggia is big.

The first times they did this it had hurt, and even once they got regular with their routine fingers were never enough to stretch Enea well for him.

Not that he's small, Diggia also had his fair share of sore ass after he got fucked, but he is still a bit bigger, and it makes him go fucking crazy.

"Like what you see?"

Caught.

"Maybe if you actually use it instead of humping my leg like a dog I would"

Because he doesn't back up from a challenge, or a confrontation with Diggia, not when it can bring hot fast sex to the table.

Diggia kisses him again, more fiercely this time, more resolute, and starts dragging him to bed.

He sits on it as Enea removes his leathers, the other doing the same with his clothes, they're both just in boxers now.

Enea climbs on his lap, hot mouth on his neck as he sucks a bruise there, making Diggia grunt and slide a hand in his underwear.

Enea's leaking with precum, and if Diggia's boxers weren't black he could see he is as well. He takes off the older’s boxers and has him suck on his fingers until they’re wet enough.

He slides the first finger inside, slowly, deep, he knows Enea likes it like this at first.

Pushing in the second one doesn't require a long time, and they both want this to get over quickly so Diggia can finally fuck him properly.

When he finally thrusts in a third finger Enea is arching his back, tugging at the other's hair, shivering under his touch and whimpering so lightly Diggia thinks he hallucinated it. When he brushes his prostate Enea lets out a broken moan, tightening his grip on Diggia's broad shoulders.

"Ready ready come on"

He wastes no time, he wants Diggia to fuck him now, needs to feel filled up.

He on the other hand, wants to make this a sort of teasing game, see how far Enea can go before breaking, how long he can resist before getting railed.

"Diggia come on"

He's slowly laid on the bed, the power held by his friend is even more, and he desperately wants that power to translate into an absolute absence of mercy once they'll fuck.

Diggia pokes at his hole with the tip of his dick as if to play a game of resistance, first one to give in looses, but Enea doesn't care. He's far too horny for this shit.

"stop teasing and just put it in already" "Oh you want it?" "Come-onn" "You're pretty when you ask me like that"

Enea blushes, he always does it when Diggia is nice to him, he can't help it.

"I'm doing it just because you're cute" "Fuck-"

Diggia pushes his cock inside fully this time, and doesn't even give Enea time to adjust, because he starts to move immediately with a punishing harsh pace.

"So that before uh? With Bagnaia, you think you can go out there, slutting yourself out, then come back here? "We just - we were celebrating Diggia, nothing - fuck - nothing else" "Just celebrating? His hand on your hip then? Was that celebrating?"

He picks up his pace, Enea moaning louder, sounds of skin slapping and both their moans echoing in the room.

"He just is really touchy, why do you even care?" "I don't like him touching" "We - fuck - we are not exclusive Diggia, if I wanted to I could fuck the whole grid and you couldn't say anything"

He stops his movement mid-thrust, pinning Enea's wrists above his head with one of his hands, the other closing around his throat, squeezing it lightly.

"Say it again"

There's possessiveness and lust and want all burning behind Diggia's eyes, and Enea is fucking feasting on that, he wants him to be like this, wants him to let go of his shell.

"I could pick anyone and have him rail me and you wouldn't be able to do anything but watch"

Diggia tightens the hold on his throat, closing it more, oxygen flowing less and less to Enea's brain, and God does he want to see how far he can go.

"Pecco would be so good I already know that, I've seen him in the showers at trainings and WDW, and he's the champion too -fuck"

He's basically choking him, but Enea doesn't seem to dislike it in the slightest, he needs each and every thought to get thrown out the window and just feel Diggia everywhere, above him, inside him, around him.

"And you think he could fuck you better than me?" "I should figure that out, go and see for myself what he can do" "Mh you would?" "You don't fuck me enough, if you fucked me more often I wouldn't look at him"

Diggia smirks, and thrusts back inside Enea, who arches his back and moans at the sudden movement, but gets held by the hands and throat to the mattress.

"So it's just that? You want me to fuck you more?"

The oxygen levels in his brain now are just ridiculously low, and he doesn't think properly, he just wants to cum and feel Diggia's dick inside him.

"Yeah" "You could've asked instead of behaving a slut out there you know?" "Just do it come on" "Ask me"

Enea simply doesn't care right now, too high on need and lust to give a fuck about how pathetic he sounds.

"Fuck me. Please fuck me until I can't anymore"

And Diggia smirks again, resuming his fast and deep pace from before, touching spots inside Enea who have him see stars, he can feel his heartbeat in his throat, against his palm, strangled moans coming from a completely fucked out Enea who just needs his release.

"You still want the others? Want Bagnaia to rail you like this?" "No no you, please you"

He removes his hand from the older's throat, letting him breath properly again, but not stopping with his thrusts, lowering himself so he's grunting and moaning next to Enea's ear.

"Gonna come inside yes? Mark you as mine, you'll like that won't you?" "Yeah yes please do it"

Diggia bites at his neck and sucks, he wants to make sure people see he's not up for grabs, Enea shivers under him and he finally gets his release, shooting deep inside Enea, who's half babbling nonsense and half asking for his release.

"You wouldn't deserve it you know? For what you did, but I'm generous and will let you have it"

As soon as he's finished speaking Diggia starts stroking the older and quickly gets him off, cum all over his chest, white and shiny.

"Fuck" his voice is trembly, his wrists sore from the tight hold Diggia had while they fucked, but it feels so good.

When Diggia licks his cum from his chest tho he thinks he might die.

Especially when he goes to kiss him immediately after, making him taste himself and something uniquely Diggia on his tongue, making a mess.

It's not romantic maybe, at all, but it's Diggia's way of saying "I love you", and it's enough.

[sisyphusheureux]

Io non sto vedendo questa dannata luna, non so se sia dietro le nuvole, non so se la mia casa sia nella posizione sbagliata, non so se sia uno di quegli alberi altissimi ma sono veramente così disperata da essere andata fino al quarto piano del palazzo per vedere se loro l'avessero e io no e ovviamente niente o non mi starei lamentando

[mandorloinfiore]

E poi oggi ho lottato con tutta me stessa contro la me procrastinatrice per andare a chiedere info in palestra. Ed ero addirittura pronta a salire per cambiarmi e riscendere ma siccome gli allenatori non c'erano allora mi sono detta di andare a fare una bella passeggiata e così ho fatto

[stephpanda]

"Ti faccio una carbonara che è la fine del mondo"

[idettaglihere]

che freddo

[arcanespillo]

è un vizio

[thelightattheendofthistunnel]

stiamo tuttə rebloggando il post sul fatto che non abbiamo votato calafiori eppure sta vincendo il poll. il ventennio berlusconiano si sta facendo risentire

[aliceisinchains]

[pgfone]

Stamattina sto tirando su la legna dal bosco con un mio amico a mano, avete capito bene A MANO, per due motivi principali, perché è troppo bagnato e perché non possiamo usare mezzi causa furti, ovvero bisognerebbe tutti i giorni portare su e giù attrezzature e diventa molto dispendioso sia di energie sia di tempo sia di gasolio e quindi A MANO. La tecnica è la seguente, io attacco il ceppo/i ceppi a seconda della grandezza e il mio amico tira su con una corda, A MANO. Potete immaginare che è molto faticoso (è un lavoro che di solito fa l'argano del trattore) ma questo mio amico è un gorilla e il lavoro viene via abbastanza liscio, fino a che vedo in lontananza un signore che si appropingua dove ci hanno rubato le api l'anno scorso, tranquillamente apre il cancellino che ha il lucchetto aperto entra e si mette a guardare in terra, così urlo al mio amico " Marcooo aspetta un' attimo che ci sta un tizio che è entrato nel recinto delle api!!! E vado a vedere, vado lì con il mio garbo da lord inglese e gli dico, ma scusi questa è casa sua? Arriva apre, ma chi è lei? Che cerca? E questo che di garbo inglese non ne ha affatto mi dice, ma che cazzo vuoi? sto a raccogliere i funghi, non rompe i coglioni ci vengo da una vita pischè, A queste parole strillate in modo disumano vedo il mio amico lanciarsi giù dal monte come una valanga, il signore mi guarda basito e dice tra sé e se... E che vuole questo mò? Niente signore insegnarle l'educazione, A MANO.