#mano yap

[manomeansshark]

Waking up Christmas morning and there’s not a suspiciously butch shaped present under the tree

ns/fw dni pls pls i am minor ☝️🤓

TERF DNI 😨❌

[maybanksmusings]

THE WALLS ; JJ MAYBANK

SYNOPSIS ; when an unknown face appears in the outer banks searching for a father she's never met, she's unaware of how her life is about to be completely turned upside down.

WARNINGS ; jjmaybank x routledge!reader, strong language, depictions of violence, afab!reader, sexual content, mentions of abuse, drug and alcohol consumption, strangers to lovers, fast burn to slow burn, canon adjacent, not proofread.

AUTHORS NOTE ; buckle up pookies, as this is merely part one of a multi-part fic that spans as far as the end of season three ( on the fence about season four but we will see ). as noted above, this fic will be canon adjacent, mainly focusing on the storyline as portrayed in the outer banks chapters of the 'netflix stories' mobile app. without any more of my yapping, i hope you all enjoy!

you can't help but squint once you step off the bus, your dollar store sunglasses doing very little to shield your eyes from the burning, outer banks sun. you bring your hand up in an attempt to further protect your eyes, needing to make your way to the seahorse hotel and fast.

a flash of long, blonde hair invades your vision, something you don't think twice about until the body attached to said hair knocks right into you, saturating your white tank top with her oversized cherry-coloured drink.

there's a beat of silence between both of you, behind darkened lenses your eyes bore into the girl before you. if looks could kill.

"shit! i am so sorry!" the blonde apologises, face turning as red as the newfound stain on your shirt. her hand darts out in an attempt to miraculously wipe the stain away "oh god, this is so embarrassing."

a part of you feels empathetic, it was an easy mistake to make in hindsight. another part of you wanted to push past the girl and continue getting on with your day.

"my name is sarah," she continues rambling, her hand still frequently scrubbing at the stain, making it worse "i didn't get your name, well no shit" the last part is barely a mumble, but you still catch it.

an unintentional laugh escapes you, finding amusement in her panicked awkwardness "if i tell you will you stop feeling me up?"

it was a joke, at least mostly, yet sarah froze in horror as the realisation set in. she was feeling up a stranger at the bus stop.

before she can begin rambling again, you speak up "my name is y/n." purposefully, you drop the surname. sure, sarah seemed sweet, but that didn't warrant spilling your life story at her feet.

sarah nodded in acknowledgement, taking a step out of your personal space and taking a proper look at you "touron?"

your face screws up, it feels like she just called you a name you couldn't repeat "excuse me?"

"you're a tourist, right?" sarah clarified, gesturing towards the scruffy backpack hanging from your shoulder.

"not quite," you trail off, unsure of how to broach your new arrival without dropping yourself in hot water "just, in town for a while."

"unlucky you.."

"unlucky how?"

sarah links her arm through yours, all but dragging you down the street alongside her "i'll fill you in on the way."

your protests and kidnapping allegations fell on deaf ears, only being told to stop being dramatic as she dragged you along. eventually, the dragging falls back into you willingly walking with her through pristine neighbourhoods that housed buildings like nothing you had ever seen.

you listened as sarah explained the outlandish rules that accompanied living on the island. the outer banks were essentially split in half, the kooks and the pouges, the haves and the have-nots, the sarahs and the y/ns.

when her pace eventually stalls, you have to tense your jaw to stop your mouth from falling open. you had seen some serious houses on the way here, but compared to sarahs they looked like dives.

"welcome to tanneyhill" sarah beams, but you can feel the uncertainty bubbling inside her as if she was embarrassed "come on, i'll show you my room."

you follow her through the glass doors and into the manor, eyes intently scanning the walls as you climb the staircase "you make a habit of bringing random strangers into your house?"

"do you make a habit of going home with random strangers?"

"depends if they're my type."

your quick rebuttal elicits a laugh from sarah as she pushes the door open, waving you into her room and heading straight for the closet "and what is your type?"

"you sweet on me, stranger?" you tease, your playful tone making it clear you were simply messing with her.

"with my whole heart, newbie" she laughs, the contents of her closet being dropped to the floor as she rifled through it "but our secret love affair must remain hidden as i am a taken lady"

with a dramatic gasp, you slap your hand to your chest and fall back on the bed "you wound me."

"sarah 'the heartbreaker' cameron is what they call me." as you're processing her surname, a white cropped tank is flung at you from the opposite side of the room "now, come on, boy talk"

"what if i wanna girl talk?" you question, holding the piece of fabric up to examine it "sarah 'the homophobe' cameron more like"

as she crosses the room to sit alongside you, sarah rolls her eyes "my sincerest apologies, sex talk then"

"cameron now i really think you want me." you wiggle your eyebrows at her, huffing when she hits you with a pink pillow with a sparkly 's' "hey! watch the rhinestones"

"you know, i was gonna try play matchmaker at the boneyard tonight but if you wanna be like that.."

"you just said a lot of words with very little meaning" you tut, not fully clued in on the outer banks slang.

by now you have risen to your feet, standing between the bed and the window as you changed into the clean shirt, balling up the stained one and stuffing it in your backpack.

"its a pre-storm rager on the beach, the one place kooks and pouges get along. we party as long as we can and when the storm hits, run for cover"

you're only half listening to sarah, instead your attention hones in on the head of curly brown hair down on the dock as it moves along a boat named 'my druthers'.

you barely register the figure by your side, watching just as closely as you were as the brunette is joined by three others, laughing and joking.

"that would be john b," without looking you can hear sarahs grin, mistaking your fascination for attraction.

"routledge?" your mouth opens before your brain can stop it, you knew who it was, but you needed to hear it.

"you know him?"

finally, your brain catches up and you somehow manage to pull a lie out of your ass "not personally, saw him on tv. some appeal for his dad."

sarah bellows out a soft, sad sigh, letting her thoughts be known without saying a word. there's an unspoken air of silence between you, until sarah, literally, shakes it off and stands upright again.

"wanna meet him?" the blonde offers, despite the fact its more of a demand as you're being dragged along once again.

only this time your refusal is much clearer, practically begging the girl to let you go before she managed to get you out into the yard. again sarah is misreading the situation, interpreting your panic as awkward butterflies.

your demands persist, though much quieter as you're dragged further down the dock, closer to john b and his friends.

"hello, ladies" john b's blonde friend greets with a low whistle and a cheeky grin, shamelessly checking both you and sarah out.

for a moment your anxiety vanishes, your entire nervous system sparking still but for different reasons. this might be the most beautiful boy you've ever set eyes on.

this. this was your type.

"you're new" he speaks, gesturing towards you "that's for sure, yet to be a time i've forgotten a face like that." with a wink, he takes your hand to place a kiss on the back of it.

you curse god. why couldn't you have met this guy somewhere else? why wasn't he the blonde stranger that took you home?

"you done macking on the kook?" a girls voice echos from behind him, her words and her expression dripping with disgust as she eyed you.

"i'm not a kook." you bite back, sightly too aggressive for a first impression but you couldn't help it with the look of clear disdain embedded on her face.

sarahs arm links through yours, a mumbled "easy, newbie" falling only on your ears "y/n is new in town, i brought her down here while i found out what you guys are doing on my dads boat." despite her civility there's a challenging edge in her voice.

"lest ye forget, i work here."

john b, suddenly emerging from the ships hull and hurling a snide smile in sarahs direction. you had only ever seen him on fuzzy news broadcasts, he was taller than you had anticipated, confrontational too.

though, genetics could explain that one.

"can we help you?" the girl speaks again, sending your eyes rolling as you face john b.

"can you tell your guard dog to stand down? last i checked one of us was invited here and funnily enough it wasn't her"

you hear another boy mumble an excited "cat fight!" to your new, blonde, hyperfixation as they exchange money on bets.

"seriously? i expect this shit from jj but pope? disappointing" john b tutted, sounding like a disappointed father as he got off the boat "not looking for trouble, just bringing back the diving shit, full."

menial conversation is exchanged between sarah and john b, though your attention mainly resides with the newly named jj. he was leaning back against the boat, rolling a joint without a care in the world.

you try to keep the glances to a minimum, after all you had much bigger problems to wade through right now, but you simply couldn't look away. he was the definition of magnetic.

even when he catches you looking, there isn't a morsel of awkwardness, just a knowing look of curiosity that lingered far longer than it should have.

then, he winks. he fucking winks before returning to rolling with that stupid, insanely hot grin on his face. you were far from shy, and only for the audience around you, you would've jumped on him long ago.

any reckless ideas potentially coming to fruition is spoiled when sarah, still linked with you, retreats back toward tanneyhill. with a final glance back at jj, you hold your thumb and pinky to your ear and mouth 'call me', earning yourself a wink and a crossed heart in return.

maybe this wouldn't pan out to be a total shit show after all.

[kissitbttr]

hiii, can we see frat!Miguel when he first met muñeca and started crushing on her. I'll love to see how he was always talking about with his brothers. thank you babess

truth be told, miguel never exactly noticed you until you came to one of the fraternities party. you are not an introvert but not exactly a social butterfly either.

he did hear a thing or two about you through beck. since his frat brother is having this weird on and off situationship with a girl named gloria and she’s friends with you. every time the two come over, gloria would mention a lot of things about you to beck and quite hoping that miguel would listen. she discreetly tries to hook you up with him.

not that miguel actually looked for you, he was fooling around with dana at that time. so he may not actually cared about her that much, but he’s not a fucking asshole that loves to play around with other girls when he himself already dating someone.

though the relationship did end shortly after. not exactly surprising.

but something changed in him when he sees you for the first time. or more like—what he saw that one priceless moment during his party and didn’t realize it was you.

“i think i’m in love” miguel mutters softly, pupils dilating as he watched you sucker punched a guy who wouldn’t stop bothering you. earning a few collective gasps from the crowd,

“who?”

“that girl” miguel points when beck comes closer, his eyes are locked in on your figure, still trying to get the guy off your back and it makes miguel’s lips twitch into a sense of proud smile. “damn. she’s got a good strength”

beck looks over at his friend with a smirk. he’s not that good at reading people, but if miguel was ever a cartoon character. there would be hearts drawn on his eyes when he continues to stare at you,

“that’s y/n”

and miguel never whips his head so fast that he’d probably get a whiplash. “you fucking with me? that’s y/n?!”

from that moment on, he cannot stop thinking about you.

since his relationship with dana ended shortly after, miguel finds himself trying to dig into a pieces of small informations about you through gloria and beck. even going around asking people in his class if the knew you.

“she’s in the cheerleading team. you can see her during thursday practice”

it’s what they say. and it confuses the hell out of him.

why haven’t he seen much about you if you’re in the cheerleading team then? fuck. where has he been all this time? not paying much more attention that’s for damn sure.

“she is so dreamy…” miguel sighs, eyeing you through the window glass where he can see you in your practice uniform. laughing with your friends. “wonder if i could make her laugh like that”

carlos and beck share a glance, one of them shrugging their shoulders.

“you know you’ve been doing this shit for weeks now. why don’t you just go and talk to her?” beck advises,

“say that shit like it’s easy, mano” he mutters out, then his eyes wander a bit lower to your thick thighs and he wanted nothing more than for you to put him in a headlock. “she’s a woman—a fine ass woman, and i’m me” he sighs, resting his chin upon the open palm,

carlos shoots beck a ‘what the fuck was that?!’ look and beck could only chuckle,

“does that mean we’re still going to hear you yapping about how in love you are with this chick back at the house since you’re too much of a pussy to ask her out on a date?” carlos questions,

and miguel is quick to push him off the chair

—

extras:

“have you seen y/n at the game today? fuuuckkk, she looks so damn cute”

“hey beck, ask gloria if y/n is looking for a date. i’m single, i promise! pleasepleasepleaseplease—“

“do you guys think if i wear this one she’d finally look my way? wait no— scratch that I don’t want her to think i’m dressing up for her, wait—maybe i do”

“I don’t think i have ever seen a girl look that good wearing a sundress. do you? nope! you don’t!”

“okay fess up! which one of you told y/n bad things about me?! SHE LOOKED AT ME WITH DISGUST THIS MORNING!”

it has been going on for weeks, making his friends get gradually tired of his constant talks about you. because that’s all he ever talks about when he’s at the frat house. when one tries to get him to talk about something else, he would then shift it back to you,

and it makes them love to gossip about him when he’s not around,

“jesus, beck! you had to tell him her name, hadn’t you? now we gotta deal with this puppy love shit!”

“what?! how is this my fault! he’s the one who’s fucking whipped”

“o’hara isn’t fucking stopping and i am this close to beating his ass!”

“can you or your girl just hook him up with this chick?!”

“don’t tell him this or he’ll cry but— y/n isn’t interested” beck winces making the rest groan

“i swear if i hear her name or muñeca falls off that motherfucker’s mouth one more time, i am going to lose it”

[nicorobinwifey]

THE SILLIEST

Who's kid is this and why is he so gender?

I really enjoyed drawing him. We both got the "the feeling of wearing pants makes it hard to breathe" autism 🤝

More yapping and Spanish translation down here

What can I say, I'm a yapper

FRANKYYYYY

Water7 was PEAK, the whole time I was drawing kid franky I wanted to rewatch water7, just for the funsies BUT i really should study for my calculus exam and I literally couldn't choose a worse time to start this account, but here we are.

Ok but they really did cooked with kid franky design. Maybe before drinking coke he drank some of that gender fluid I keep hearing about(? (That was a bad joke, please unfollow me so I behave next time)

Side note: I HATE DRAWING HANDS, YOU BETTER BET THAT IF A DO A DRAWING OF TINY LUFFY PICKING HIS NOSE ILL USE THIS HAND, SORRY FRANKY BUT IM CHEAP.

i didn't give him his abs because hes a kid, he doesnt deserves them.

I need to post this fast because while writing this I notice some mistakes and fixed the drawing 4 times.

___

Traducción al español:

De quién es este niño y porqué es tan fachero? (Y gender)

Realmente disfrute dibujarlo, ambos tenemos el "la sensación de usar pantalones hace que me cueste respirar" tipo de autismo🤝

FRANKYYYY

Water7 de las mejores weas del mundo (gracias w7 por darnos a franky). Todo el rato mientras hacía el dibujo quería volver a ver water7 solo porque si, pero debería estudiar para mi evaluación de cálculo y realmente no pude elegir un peor momento para empezar a subir dibujitos en esta cuenta, pero era noma. Me siento muy motivada al respecto pero piensa lo poderosa que sería si enfocará esa motivación en cálculo en varias variables en vez de esto :/

Volviendo al dibujo, realmente cocinaron con el diseño de franky chiquito. No traducire mi chiste fome sobre el genero fluido porque mi audiencia hispanohablante (nadie probablemente) se merece algo mejor

Nota adicional: ODIO DIBUJAR MANOS, APUESTALO TODO A QUE SI HAGO UN DIBUJO QUE LUFFY CHIQUITO URGANDOSE LA NARIZ VOY A USAR ESTA MISMA MANO, PERDON FRANKY PERO SOY BARATA.

Mientras escribía esto me di cuenta de unos errores y ya edite 4 veces el dibujo, lo voy a subir antes de encontrar más errores porque podría estar horas así.

[apologygirl777]

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Advertencia:smut 🚨‼️

Un poquito violento y vulgar y yap🫦💌

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último día de clases de la semana por fin,llevaba todo el día muriéndome de sueño y hambre se había acabado el receso y tocaba mi ultima clase del día con el profesor de música

yo tenía algo por ese profesor desde el día que lo vi y como no estar loca por el si esta hermoso,a veces intercambiábamos miradas o roces incluso a veces me confundía con varias cosas que me decía como el lunes pasado que me había dicho que le encantaban mis faldas,en fin,el profesor y yo teníamos” algo”

.Al fin la clase había acabado y todos mis compañeros estaban retirándose al igual que yo pero pude sentir como alguien se me acercaba

-te podes quedar un rato ya que se vayan todos ?-

-claro profesor-ni lo pensé dos veces,me fui a sentar a una silla cerca de su escritorio y el me siguió

-recuerdas que te dije que me encanta como te ves con esas falditas?-asenti con la cabeza y me mordí levemente el labio observando cómo el profesor no me sacaba la mirada de las piernas

-como olvidarlo,no despegó su vista de mis piernas toda la clase-apreté un poco mis piernas calmando cualquier tipo de sensación que estaba sientendo ahí abajo

-y no creas como no me di cuenta que subiste tu falda,no te conocía así,pensaba que eras unas santa-se acercó una poco más a mi y volvió a pasar su mano en mi pierna y comenzó a jugar con el dobladillo de la falda 

-que dice,claro que lo soy-dirigió su mirada nuevamente a mi y nos quedamos haciendo contacto visual por un largo tiempo,me acerque un poco a él sin despegarle la mirada de sus hermosos y oscuros ojos.

-ya a la mierda todo-el profesor cerró los ojos y se lanzó a besarme,le correspondí el beso,su mano derecha estaba posada en mi mentón acariciando un poco mi mejilla y la otra seguía en mis piernas jugando con mi falda,estuvimos así un tiempo hasta que nos quedamos sin aire,lo que empezó como un beso tranquilo se volvió mas y más desesperado calentando un poco la situación 

Me sentó es su escritorio y me comenzó a besar como si mis labios fueran la ultima coca del desierto,

Yo pasaba mi mano por su pecho jugando con las orillas de su playera, una de sus manos me acariciaba mi mejilla para poder besarme mejor y con la otra apretaba mis muslos mientras iba subiendo hasta llegar abajo de mi falda donde sus dedos rozaron con mi intimidad aún cubierta por mis bragas.

-estás tan mojada y ni siquiera te he tocado pendejita-si creía que ya estaba mojada ahí me moje mucho más me encantaba que hablara sucio.

Agarro mi mano y la empezó a frotar contra su miembro el cual ya se estaba poniendo duro mientras seguía besándome

-sentís lo duro que me tenes?-

-Mjmm-

-queres que te toque como mi guitarra? Eso es lo que  queres?-asenti con la cabeza-quiero escucharlo salir de tu boquita-

-si,quiero que me toques como tú guitarra tócame toda-empezó a mover sus dedos en mi clitoris por encima de mi ropa interior sacándome uno que otro gemido,empezó a jugar con las orillas de mis bragas para después mirarme buscando consentimiento para sacármelas a lo cual yo asentí

-mierda de verdad estas tan mojada-comenzó a pasar sus dedos por mis pliegues para después pasar al clitoris haciendo círculos sobre este

-te gusta como te toco? Quiero escucharte gemir linda-introdujo un dedo causándome un quejido de placer,siguió metiéndolo y sacándolo aumentando la velocidad,se podía escuchar el típico ruido húmedo que hacía mi intimidad cada que matias metía sus dedos,sentía que ya estaba a nada de correrme pero matias sacó sus dedos dentro de mi para pasarlo a mi clitoris y empezar a moverlos de un lado a otro con una velocidad impresionante bajando de vez en cuando para lubricar bien y no quemar por la fricción haciéndome gemir como nunca lo había hecho, ya no podía aguantar más 

-matias me voy a correr-sentí un cosquilleo por todo mi cuerpo y al mismo tiempo cómo se me entumían las piernas,matias al notar mis respiraciones empezó a mover sus dedos muchísimo más rápido haciéndome llegar al orgasmo estaba tan perdida en el placer que ni me di cuenta que matias había sacado sus dedos de mi.

-como me has llamado?-ahí supe en que la había cagado,lo había llamado Matías,sabía que este era muy dominante por eso le encantaba que lo llamaran profesor

-perdón profesor-

-voltéate-me bajo del escritorio y me puso frente a este empujándome contra la mesa,levanto mi falda

-ahhh-sentí su mano contra mi culo,tenía una mano súper pesada 

-no quiero que me vuelvas a llamar matias,soy tu profesor-su manera dominante de hablar me calentó aún más asiendo que involuntariamente aventara mis caderas un poco para atrás

-eres una puta,tan necesitada estás en sentir mi pene dentro de ti?-volvió a darme otra nalgada haciéndome gritar

-arrodíllate-no lo pensé ni un segundo y me arrodillé frente a él,empezó a tocar su notable bulto por encima de la tela de su pantalón hasta que por fin se desabrochó el cinturón llevándose consigo cualquier prenda de ropa que tenia dejando su pene erecto al descubierto

-abri esa boquita-alineó su miembro en la entrada de mi boca dándome unos golpecitos en los labios

-quiero que me digas lo mucho que te gustaría chuparle la pija a tu profesor-

-déjeme meterme todo su pene en mi boca profesor por favor,prometo ser una buena alumna-mi manera de suplicarle lo calentó demasiado,agarro mi cabeza y la empujo contra su miembro comencé a pasar mi lengua por su longitud chupando la punta de vez en cuando ganándome quejidos de placer de matias 

-la chupas tan bien para ser medio pendeja-

Cada vez que me degradaba me prendía más,matias estaba muy cerca de correrse lo pude notar por su respiración agitada y su movimiento de caderas el cual aceleraba cada vez mas

-sigue así que me voy a correr en esa linda boquita tuya-no pasaron ni 10 segundo y ya tenía sus líquidos en mi boca

-abrila-se acercó a mi cara colocando su mano en mi mentón intentado meterme su pulgar en mi boca para poder abrirla,con esa misma mano levantó un poco mi cabeza-saca la lengua,quiero ver mi semen dentro de tu boca-saque la lengua y el profesor me escupió en esta,ahora tenía su semen y sus babas en mi boca-trágatelo-lo tragué todo y abrí la boca para que pudiera observar que ya no tenía nada 

-asi me gusta nena-me levanto del piso y movió unos mechones de mi cara para después besarme 

-eres completamente hermosa-

Se subió el pantalón y yo comencé acomodarme la ropa como si nada hubiera pasado,se acercó con unas toallitas de papel para proceder a limpiar los restos que me habían quedado en las mejillas.

-harás algo el fin de semana?- 

-iré a la biblioteca-

-y el domingo?- 

-estoy libre,por qué pregunta, acaso me quiere llevar a salir?-me mordí un poco el labio sonriendo,y el profesor Matías solo soltó una pequeña risa nasal

-de hecho si,que te gustaría hacer?, ir por un café,o un helado,o podríamos ir a cenar-

-ir a cenar me parece Perfecto-agarre una pluma y un post-it de su escritorio y comencé a escribir

-Aquí tiene mi numero-me acerque a él y se lo pegue en su camisa

-entonces te envío mensaje para salir,te veo el lunes -me agarro de la cintura y me beso -

-nos vemos-agarre mis cosas y salí de su salón

(....)

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Nine.

Apologies the update is late, guys. I had one of my dearest friends home from America come and visit today, and I haven’t seen her for about ten years so it was good to sit and have a lovely long catch up with her! Thanks to those of you who are showing continued interest, even though I feel it has waned a little. In light of such, I’m going to lower the note count to 30 per chapter. Kinda don’t really know what else to do. 

I just hope people still love it and aren’t getting fed up. Maybe it’s too slow burn, I dunno, but at least this chapter brings them together in reality, so there’s that. I’ll just muddle along being an insecure mess, haha! 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed (note: those not engaging will be automatically removed from the tag list, FYI)

Words - 2,611

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“So, why Utah, mano?” Bishop asked, getting a few more details from Angel over his impending mini-break for three and a half days a few hundred miles north.  

“Thought I’d embarrass myself on a snowboard again. I ain’t all that on actual snow, even though I do well on a dry slope.”  

“Ahh,” Bishop sounded, seeming surprised. “You still at that, even after breaking up with Lucy? I kinda thought it was only for her benefit, you actually moving other than to lift heavy things.” True, Angel had only taken up the sport because of his ex and her passion for it, however, he’d stuck at it upon realising he was actually reasonably decent.

“Ahem, aren’t you forgetting something?” He immediately side eyed the person who he knew would betray his reply, one Sharise Reyes who had piped up, and who did not disappoint. “That isn’t the only reason! He’s going to meet a fine little honey up there, aren’t you, Cassanova?”  

Coco couldn’t help himself. “Pfft, Cassanova. Our boy is more...” he paused, snapping his fingers. “What was that beat up, shitty little British import car was got in the other day?”  

Bishop began to hiss with laughter immediately. “A Vauxhall Nova!”  

“Yeah,” Coco grinned. “He that.”

“Fuck all of y’all,” Angel spat, sinking a shot of tequila as his friends roared laughing. “And you, with your big yap!” he then added to Sharise, who just grinned with mirth.  

“So, who’s the chula, homes?” Coco asked, ready to fire out a little more razzing.

“Just a girl I got talking to on Insta initially, so yeah, gonna go up and meet her.” Only his brother and Sharise knew the truth, and as far as he was concerned, that was the way it would stay.  

Coco’s eyebrows rose. “Yeah? Lemme get a peep at her.”  

Angel took out his phone, finding a picture she’d sent him the other day of her new hair, having it chopped just above her shoulders and highlighted with blonde tones. Turning the screen to him, he smirked at witnessing Coco’s eyes practically fall out of his skull.  

“Damn, she fine as hell. What the fuck does she see in your crusty ass?” He received a raised middle finger for that comment, laughing hard as he handed Angel his phone back. Not even the razzing he received from everyone assembled at the table could dent him, though. He couldn’t wait to meet Keri in the flesh.  

As for the girl herself, she was utterly fizzing with excited nerves, looking forward to spending just over three days with him, which would have been just two, had she not had a study day on Friday, and only one lecture to get to on Monday afternoon. Her idea of a study day would be to take him snowboarding with Frankie and Rachel, Keri loving that it was something they had in common.

Every so often, though, a little flare of anxiety would streak through her, wondering if he, at thirty-six, would be content with hanging out with a bunch of twenty-two-year-olds, in the times where it wasn’t just them. Also, what if he didn’t like her in the flesh? What if the ease they felt towards one another only existed in their dreams?  

“Hey, can I get an answer here?”  

David’s words roused her from her thoughts, looking over to see him holding up two boxes of cereal.  

“Those, please,” she replied, pointing at the Cinnamon Toast Crunch. He placed them in the cart, locating Meryl’s chocolate and coconut granola and tossing the bag in, turning back to Keri. He’d finished early from work, collecting his stepdaughter at college and heading to the store so Meryl didn’t have to once she was done with her long day.  

“You seem a little distant this evening.”  

“Sorry,” she smiled, turning the corner of the aisle, picking up their regular brand of olive oil. “I’m just anxious about Angel coming up.”  

He made a silent ‘ah’ face, nodding in understanding. “You know, little, I’m glad you at least confided in me about him visiting, so I know where you’ll have disappeared to all weekend. Good plan too, having him stay at Frankie and Jaime’s with you. I know you have your unique time with him, but still, you don’t know him. Much safer, having your buddies close by. Frankie sure is efficient with that baseball bat, from all the home runs I remember her scoring on the high school team.”  

“Let’s hope he doesn’t turn out to be someone who needs to be Lucille’d, minus the barbed wire, huh?” she laughed, referencing one of the favourite TV shows, The Walking Dead.  

“No!” he exclaimed, picking up crackers. “Cheese or seeded?”

“Both, toss ‘em in!” She spied the brand of dried strawberry cookies she loved, placing those in as well, looking back up at David. “You’re not gonna tell her, are you?”

“Psht! Of course, I’m not! I’ll let you get your first meet with him over, decide if you feel like you’re gonna see him again, and then you can tell her. Yeah, she’ll likely be pissed that I didn’t share it with her, but we know how she is. She worries; she’s your mom, she loves you to death. Just make sure you check in with me a couple of times, though, so I know you’re alright.”

“Of course, I will.” She promised, continuing down the aisle. Looking at her watch, she despaired of herself, counting the hours. Fifty and a half to go, and he’d be landing in Provo at 6:30pm on Thursday. Seven hundred and eighty miles south, and someone else was feeling a few trepidations about that time, too.  

“You're nervous, aren't you? C'mon you can tell me, I won't say anything to EZ,” said Sharise, she and Angel sitting outside of the clubhouse together, enjoying the last of the warmth before the temperature dipped.

“I don’t know if nervous is the right word. Like, I’m not nervous about meeting her because she’s a girl I’m into, and I wanna see if there could be something there, but I am about what it’s all stemmed from. I dunno if that makes any sense to anyone else, but it does to me.”  

His revelation landed well with her, Sharise taking the blunt she had rested behind her ear and lighting it up. “I hear you, Angel. It’ll further cement her existence in reality, or more pertinently, your reality. I can imagine it’s s prospect that’s making your head spin, despite the fact you’re chatting to her regularly. Meeting her makes it a hundred percent real, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it, Bob.” He hesitated for a minute, Sharise side eyeing him as she passed the blunt.  

“What else, Angel?”

He took a long drag, holding the smoke tightly in his chest, steadily exhaling it again in a thick plume down his nose. “I kinda don’t know how to play it. We say we’re just friends and shit, but it’s obvious that there’s a little more there. Attraction at the very least. She’s shy, though, and I don’t know how to be around shy women. I ain’t being arrogant, but I’m not used to that.”  

“That’s not arrogant, I mean you’re right, they do usually throw themselves at you and you have to do very little to instigate that. Just let Keri take the lead, hold back, add about a half pound of subtlety to your flirting. Be charming without being like a sexual A bomb going off.” Her hand gripped his shoulder, stroking his arm. “I have faith in you. See where it all goes, and if she seems comfortable, then there you go. I know you’re not always the best at picking up on subtleties...”  

He was immediately affronted, interrupting to voice such. “Hey, I can read cues!”

She scoffed softly, taking the blunt back from him. “A skill that’s entirely dependent on your alcohol intake, so just keep that to a minimum and you’ll be fine. Like I said, I have faith in you.”

“I’m glad someone does.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, resting his head to hers. If he had a best friend in the world, they came as a pair. His brother and Sharise. That night, he arrived home at 1am, crawling into bed and falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, finding himself in a dream.  

He walked a sunny beach, the wet sand warm and squidgy beneath his bare feet, seeing a figure standing further along the shoreline.  

“Nice ocean, huh?” Keri turned to him, smiling, reaching to give him a hug.  

“Yeah, it is.” She looked out over the crystal blue sea, her eyes finding the waves, the sunlight making the green hues in her hazel eyes sparkle like pale emeralds. “So, we meet up for real tomorrow. Not gonna lie, I’m kinda shitting myself.”

He laughed softly, a little grunt through his nose. “Why? It’s only me, and you do sort of know me a little bit already.”

She shrugged within his embrace. “I guess that’s true, but still.”

“You’ll be fine, we both will. It’ll be weird though, won’t it? Weird but good.”  

She was about to reply, but the dream changed suddenly, a large wave appearing out of nowhere and breaking onto the beach, pulling her beneath the water. Angel looked all around for her, running to the ocean and diving in, searching beneath the water for her to no avail. He then felt a pull within his abdomen, opening his eyes to see himself back in the white bedroom.  

Turning to his side, he saw her there, curled up asleep. He reached over, stroking her head with the back of his knuckle, Keri not stirring. He felt calm settle over him, slipping from the dream into undisturbed sleep.  

By the time the day of his departure came, he was a picture of chilled, merely experiencing little ripples of excitement rushing through him every time he thought about it throughout the morning. Keri, however...

“Beets! You're gonna have the college billing you for the groove you’re wearing in the carpet. Come sit, fuck! You’re exhausting me just witnessing the pacing!”

Up and down the study suite Keri paced, nerves twisting through her, little pulses of energy she had no idea how to get rid of or redirect making her feel nauseous. “I’m nervous, alright?”

Frankie tilted her head back, amusement playing her features. “Oh, really? I could never tell.”

“This is not the time for sarcasm,” she pouted, her wrist being caught as she was promptly steered into a seat.

“No, but it is the time for calming you down a little,” she spoke, grasping her hands, her thumbs stroking her knuckles. “So, what’s the plan? You gonna meet us at The Lounge later, or just head back to ours and bang the pull out into a brand-new shape?”

“Frances!”

She snort laughed immediately. “Oh god, you called me by my actual name. Must be bad!”

“What if he doesn’t like me?”

Frankie was even further entertained by that. “Sure, he’s flying over seven hundred miles to meet a girl he doesn’t like.”

“You know what I mean!” Keri pulled herself back then, taking a breath. “Sorry, that was a little sharp.”

She received a shrug, Frankie knowing well how wound up she could get. “S’okay.”

“You know what I mean though, right? What if he thinks I’m a total calamity?”

“You are a total calamity, beets. This is why we love you, though. I’m sure Angel will find that endearing. Just try not to spill anything on him.”

Her eyes widened instantly. “Oh god, don’t jinx me!”

Frankie clapped as she threw her head back, laughing hard. “You’re adorable, I swear. For real, though, try to calm down a little, save you making yourself all jittery. I would say let’s go for a few drinks, but you’re driving. I dunno, maybe do some deep breathing exercises?”  

“I think taking my mind off it might work, either that or I need to go and jog around the campus, rid myself of this nervous energy.”

“Nope, you’ll get all sweaty.” Ahhh, she made a good point. “Okay, I’m choosing Instagram funnies.” Frankie was glad to get a few laughs out of her, but she saw it clearly, the fact that beneath the cheerful veneer, she was still panicking. That mood lasted long into the early evening, too.

“What if he only wants to meet up so he can bang me?” she put to her friends, sitting with them in The Lounge, waiting for the time she had to leave. Twenty-two minutes and sixteen seconds. Yes, she was down to counting the seconds tick by.  

“Then is he really any great loss?” Jaime put to her.

“Alright, I guess that’s sensible.” Silence passed, Frankie and Jaime waiting on it, for they knew there’d be further musings added. “What if he takes one look at me, turns and walks away?”

Frankie snorted. “Now you’re just being ridiculous! You have that man all over your Insta, telling you how pretty you are, and all over you in your dreams, for crying out loud! Look, I know it’s early, but why don’t you leave now, get there nice and early, have a coffee, try not to spill it on yourself, and just woosah for a little while?”  

Woosah? She’d require about ten shots of tequila all sunk one after the other to achieve such a state of relaxed ambience, but agreed that Frankie’s idea was a good one, giving them both a hug before departing. Keri was glad to have taken that advice, the traffic absolutely hellish, since a burst pipe had meant the usual route she’d have taken to the airport now incurred a detour, one which crawled slowly, such was the volume of rerouted traffic.  

“Calm and easy, calm and easy.” she repeated to herself, trying not to think he’d be wondering if she’d stood him up, since the traffic meant she’d be arriving ten minutes after he’d landed. After parking, she hurried through the airport over to the correct terminal, finding it and seeing the gate had been shut, meaning all passengers had alighted. He was there, somewhere.  

“Hey, pretty girl.” Right behind her. That was where he was.

“Don't sneak up on me like that!” she cried, turning and then feeling her heart practically catapult out of her chest, witnessing him in the flesh for the first time. God, he was even more attractive in person. It made her feel weak inside, like it was finally confirmed to her. He was real, right there in front of her.  

“You walked past me, I was coming back from fetching my bag. Anyway, there's something more important here. I haven't been hugged yet.” Placing his bag down on the floor, he smiled down at her, opening his arms. It felt beyond strange to have her sink into them in reality, the whole situation hitting him in the chest, but god, it was wonderful.  

She fitted perfectly against him, just tall enough in her boots for him to be able to rest his chin atop her head as he held her, thinking to himself how tiny and cute she was, even more so than her pictures had shown.

As they stood there, content in each other's embrace, they didn’t speak, both a little spooked out at the craziness of it. After everything, there they were, the utterly inconceivable had drawn them together in reality, and for that moment, time stood perfectly still. They were more than happy to let it, too.

[ronnymerchant]

MANOS-The HANDS OF FATE (1966)

I actually think this movie is great! Without them stupid fucking robots yapping!

[ochoislas]

SHISENDO, UN JARDÍN ZEN DE KIOTO

Casi oyes la savia tensando hojas nuevas. Fuera, tras el simple portal rústico, una vereda con saltana repecha suavemente que lleva al interior… sobre el jardín. El jardín cerrado descubre setos de azalea, arena peinada en un dibujo, una glicinia apagada, menudas margaritas, una cascada baja, el taque del sōzu. No hay muchas flores, no hay muchas vidas.

La mujer inclinada sobre unas plantas —pensó que serían tales crisantemos—, sin que estorben sus palabras las manos diligentes.

Ningún fotógrafo que registre la escena, que marre.

Un bol de té verde, una galleta en un cuadrado de papel.

Siempre el mismo cuadro, intrínsecamente quieto, el prenderse de toda percepción. Es siempre el mismo y puedes ver que siempre lo fue y lo será.

*

the shisen-do A ZEN GARDEN IN KYOTO

you can almost hear the sap raise newer leaves. past the simple rustic outside-gate, a slightly ascending passage with stepping-stones leads to the inside-, the garden front. the interior garden reveals shaped azalea bushes, sand combed into a pattern, a spent wisteria, little white daisies. a low waterfall, the clacking of the sōzu. not too many flowers, not too many lives.

the woman bending over some plants thought they were a kind of chrysanthemum, her words never once staying her tending hands.

no photographer to record the scene, to fail.

a bowl of green tea, a biscuit on a paper square.

always the same tableau, intrinsically still, the kindling of every sentience. it is always the same & one can see it had always been, will be.

Arthur Yap

di-versión©ochoislas

[puppyeared]

what's mano?

Glad u asked!! It’s a gesture practiced in Filipino households. You take the hand of an elder (grandma, older relative, etc) and put it to your forehead. it’s both a sign of respect and translates to asking for a blessing (“your hand, please”)

You usually do it when you see an old person or the first thing you do when you enter a household (in my case, that’s why I had to fight the urge to Mano an old Italian lady lol). I was raised in Canada so idk if there’s more to it, but that’s the gist of it.

Also I think it’s ok for non-filipinos to do this in a Filipino household? They demonstrated this in Craig of the creek, it was really cute.

[manomeansshark]

no way.. dyke snufkin..

[io-pentesilea]

Stazione Termini. In un pomeriggio di pioggia.

Mercato centrale.

Seduti al bar.

Tu che mi 'spieghi' come attivare sta benedetta YAP, parliamo del mio prossimo cellulare... di auricolari...

E io che senza pudore allungo la mano ad accarezzarti... sfiorarti... sotto il bancone...

'Ferma. Ci guardano'

'Ma chi ci guarda?' rispondo continuando 'Il cuoco qui dietro?'

'Può darsi. Lì ci sono pure delle suore!'

'E vabbè. Magari sono pure invidiose!'

Ridi.

Barbara

[brattyfics]

Try

Summary: Angel confesses his feelings to a friend.

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black Reader

Word Count: 1,561

A/N: It’s been a while since I posted something. I’m feeling rusty, so let me know what you think.

“Why am I attracted to toxic masculinity?” Sierra asked you, staring down at her phone screen.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” The two of you waited at the Santo Padre Mayans Charter Clubhouse for her boyfriend, Coco, to return from an errand.

“I’m trying to figure out why my pussy throbs every time this man tells me I better behave or else. Like, why is that so sexy?”

You snort at her silliness. “I don’t know. You know I don’t. The first time a man thinks about telling me what to do I give him his walking papers.”

“I forget you can’t keep a man.”

“A man can’t keep me. Remember that. There’s a difference.”

“Right, that’s what happens.”

You rolled your eyes but kept talking. “I don’t think that’s toxic of him. I think he’s just setting boundaries. You can be…a handful. I’ll just put it that way.”

“Don’t put it. Just say it.” Sierra had that wild glint in her eye, the one that usually spelled trouble.

“You can be a lil’ bit reckless sometimes. A lil’ wild. Coco needs to regulate that ass.” You reached behind her to playfully swat her ass.

Coco chose that moment to show up, a big, crooked grin on his face. “Why you touching my girl, mano?” He stepped up, crowding you like he would some random dude at the bar who had done the same.

“Do you want to fight?” You asked, taking on your best Southpaw stance. Coco matched you, bouncing on his soles for a moment, but then shook his hands dismissively. “Nah, you got it. My bad.”

“Oh, okay. I didn’t think so. I’m glad I didn't have to lay you out in here today—“

“What are you yapping about?” Angel Reyes slid into the tiny space between you and Coco. His inky black hair was gelled back into a masculine style, patches of grey littering his full, overgrown beard. He looked as handsome as ever, and you felt yourself heating up in his presence.

You had too much of an ego to let him know that, so you kissed your teeth at his choice of words. Yapping, like you were some annoying little puppy dog. If only he knew. He’d be the one acting like a puppy if you got your hands on him.

“I’m just kidding, mamí.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at you, and you felt your heart catch in your throat again. The smallest things made you clam up around Angel, but you needed to get a grip. He was so handsome but so unavailable.

Coco stepped around you to greet his girl, wrapping her up in a bear hug and tonguing her down in the middle of the clubhouse. You made exaggerated gagging noises, but they ignored you, getting reacquainted with each other. “You would think they were apart for longer than a couple of hours.” As much as you teased them about being codependent, you were happy for them. Neither of them had an easy go at love, but for some reason, they just clicked.

Angel dropped a heavy arm around your shoulders, the smell of teakwood, leather, and cedar washing over you. “Come on.” You didn’t need to be told twice, allowing him to guide you towards a table. The two of you settled into a corner, huddled closer than two platonic friends probably should be.

You missed EZ’s patch party the week earlier so he gave you a recap. You were in the awkward space of being physically close, though you had never been intimate. Your eyes kept locking on each other, and then quickly shifting away. It was nerve wracking not knowing the other person's limit—how much eye contact was too much or too little.

He asked about a cousin of yours that he went to high school with and that made you feel more relaxed and open. You faced each other, using your respective hands to gesture wildly as you shared stories animatedly.

Eventually, your hands found their way down to his thighs, using them to balance on as you yelled something to Coco over his shoulder. He seemed content with your closeness, so you kept your hands on his thighs even as you sat back on your stool.

“Let me taste.”

“What?” He wasn’t sure he heard you right.

“Your beer, idiot.” You mumbled under your breath as he handed over the cold bottle. Down went the gold liquid, scorching your taste buds. “Eck. Still nasty.” You sat the bottle down, your hand coming up to cover your chest.

“What, you don’t like beer? Why did you drink it then?” He laughed at your sour expression.

“No. I can do tequila, wine, vodka, hell, anything but that. I don’t know why I insist on torturing myself like that every time. I don’t know, I guess I’ll try anything a couple times.”

“Anything?” He wiggled his eyebrows dramatically.

“Ha ha. Almost anything. Let me make that clear.”

“Noted.” Angel tosses the rest of his beer back, eyeing you with a mischievous look in his eyes. Then he’s in your face, arms moving to circle around your midsection. Your knees feel a bit cramped from where they’re sandwiched in between his own and the stool.

“Is this something you’re willing to try? Me? I mean.”

The words stun you. You knew he was attracted to you. You were both drawn to each other whenever you got together. That much was obvious. But being attracted to someone and wanting to be romantically involved with them were two different things. Angel had a new baby and a complicated relationship with its mother. He had a lot going on, and you weren’t sure it was smart to insert yourself into the middle of that.

“Coco told me—“

“He told you what? I’m going to kill Sierra—“

“Nothing crazy. Just that I might not be alone in my feelings. I know you’re worried I don’t have my shit together, and I’m not going to lie and say I do, because I don’t. But me and her—we’re done. There’s nothing between us now but my son.” It concerned you that he couldn’t say her name. Was he still hurt? Bitter?

“A baby is a big something, Angel…”

“You’re right about that. You are.” An unruly strand of hair caught his attention, his calloused fingers brushing gently across the side of your face as he moved it. “I love my son more than anything else in the world, but that doesn’t mean I have to be with his mother. For a long time, I was forcing something that wasn’t meant to be. I didn’t want to see it then, but trust me when I say I know better now. Adelita and I are over.”

You looked down into your lap, wringing your fingers as you took in the information. He sounded genuine, but how many men had told a woman the same thing and then went back on their word?

From what you understood, Angel had been in deep with Adelita, and anyone that knew him knew he loved hard. If Adelita wanted to get back together, would he be able to resist?

You were conflicted, but you leaned into his chest for comfort as the butterflies flew wild in your belly.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Your knees felt uncomfortable against the stool so you stood. Angel pulled you in further, and you felt relieved that you weren’t alone in your emotional turmoil. He wanted you just as close as you wanted to be. You practically melted into his firm chest like mush. He felt warmer than the average person and you wondered if it was just in your mind. Sighing, you willed yourself to not think about anything for a minute. To just enjoy the moment while it lasted, for however long it lasted.

“I’m sorry.” His voice sounded muffled and far away even though he spoke right above your head. Angel was apologizing, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

“No, you’re not.” You looked up at him to confirm your suspicions, and his delight was so contagious that a shy smile warmed your own face. “I am.” He did his best to school his expression, but it was no use.

“Don’t be.” The wide column of his neck was right there, so you pecked it, wondering how it would be to place a less innocent kiss there. “I’m--- I feel the same, Angel. I mean, I’m still worried about the other thing, but I’m willing to try. I want to trust you.”

“And I want you to trust me. Tell you what, you trust me, and I’ll trust you. There will be a time when the shoe is on the other foot. I’m going to have to suck it up and trust you at some point.” Angel was possessive by nature, but you felt more secure hearing him talk about the future. He wasn’t looking for something fun, or short lived. 

It just so happened, you weren’t either.

GENERAL TAGLIST

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ANGEL TAGLIST

@thesandbeneathmytoes @claytoncardenasbabymama @adaydreamaway08

[nonvivet]

Bu da fazla ateşli oldu sanki? Sen karışık yap en iyisi

@delvcroix @ruhadam @ilkroman @artkyaramdegilyarramolamaz @mysadlife @arktyczne-oczy @girl-with-insane-eyes @gl0ckm0b @samotne-noce @poufnosc @cofanie @xirrebel @ilikedrugsstuff @batiiderki @whyslknowlife @predylekcja @komodotheism @mortalresistance @spray-en-mano

[fallenhunter851]

Recorded Messages

I’ve recently completed the Daily Heroic Challenge where you find Cayde’s hidden caches. And all I want to say is: Thank you Bungie for bringing tears to my eyes for the first time since D2 came out.

Enjoy!

Warnings: None

Cayde knew that he would die one day. He just wasn’t sure when or how.

Part of taking on the role of Hunter Vanguard.

No matter what, you ended up dead.

No memory wipes.

No revives.

No more Light.

Cayde wasn’t looking forward to that day.

Would it be painful or gentle? Would it be quick or slow? Would it be among friends and family or among his enemies?

He wasn’t sure, but he wanted to leave a message to those that would find his stashes… to his potential killers.

Cayde stared at the little voice recorder currently sitting on the small table in his living room. Hands curled under his chin, he let out a sigh and let his head hang a little. He knew he needed to do this, but... but this was a lot harder than he thought it would be.

Cayde decided to start with Eris Morn’s message. They were close enough to call each other friends and have each other’s back, both agreeing that a Hunter’s place wasn’t in the Tower, but out in the Wilds. But most of the time, the two didn’t really get along. Bickering on most occasions.

‘Children, the both of you.’ He remembers Ikora telling both of them one day before the fall of the Tower to Ghaul. Cayde let out a breathy chuckle and clicked the button on the side of the voice recorder.

“This one’s for Eris Morn. Ahem. If you’re listening to this, congrats on killing me! I assume you… became a Hive Death God and fed me to your worm cult.” Cayde paused what he was saying to let out a shudder at the mental image his mind created for him, before letting out a small breath and carrying on with the recording.

“That, or you just finally got sick of me. Coincidentally, if you didn’t kill me and still somehow hear this… I’m sorry for stealing your ship. And, oh, pretty much every other interaction we ever had. But to be clear- if you DID kill me, I do NOT apologise, and I will consider all my actions 100% justified.

Either way, feel free to put your rock on my maps now.

I don’t need’em anymore.”

One down. Nine to go.

“This one’s for that armless coward Taniks the Scarred. If you’re listening to this… you killed me. But I bet I took a big chunk out of your ugly husk with me.

Guess Andal Brask wasn’t enough for you, huh? You wanted another Hunter Vanguard for your sick collection? I got my fair share of regrets, sure… but not putting a bullet in you has gotta rank in the top three.

Won’t be long before a better Guardian than me puts you in your place.

Just wish I could be there to see it.” A sour taste was left in Cayde’s mouth at the mention of Taniks, but a more foul and upsetting taste was left after mentioning Andal’s name. He hadn’t talked about Andal in centuries, and the last person he did was living up near the Iron Temple, and he wasn’t coming down anytime soon.

Two down. Eight to go.

The first time Cayde had met The Drifter, it was a cold rainy day near the Annex, and he had just finished a round on the Tower when he had spotted him hiding in the shadows of a back alley. They didn’t talk, just nodded to each other and carried on with their days respectively. And something akin to mutual understanding began.

“This one’s for the fellow calls himself The Drifter. You did warn me running with you would put a target on my back. Guess I’m in good company though, huh? After all, never had any fun without a little risk. That’s the whole idea with the operation you’re putting together, ain’t it? MY idea by the way.

Had it, like, a million years ago, back when you were still handsome.” Cayde let out a small chuckle at that, and took a small sip of the water that he had next to the recorder. An Exo may never get a dry throat, but the feeling and sensation is there.

“So, uh, you’re welcome. You know, getting that up and running means coming out of hiding- giving you-know-who another shot at you. Hope I was around to see THAT showdown. Personally, my money was on the guy with the Golden Gun. But hey, what do I know? I’m dead.”

Three down. Seven to go.

“Petra… if you’re listening… you killed me. Maybe the Sovs, in all their mysterious wisdom, decided they were sick of me? If the Queen ordered the hit, I guess I understand. You’re a real glutton for chivalry. But if it was Uldren, I’m pissed. Just thinking about that peacock gives me a headache. But I’m betting my death was another case of your famous collateral damage. ‘Cause you’re a real do-gooder. Seriously, it’s annoying- but good deeds never go unpunished when you’re around. You just… You got a blast radius P.V. Well, it was… fun while it lasted.

Oh, and, uh, tell ‘Paladin Oran’: If the sun over Nessus escapes nebula cycle, evac labor after dawn, under solstice. You got that P.V.?”

Four down. Six to go.

Cayde grumbled at the thought of this message, but it needed to be recorded. So he took a deep breath, sighed, kept his voice low and even, then let a hardened gaze fall over his face.

“This one’s for the minds behind the Deep Stone Crypt. You think just ‘cause you made me, you can unmake me? Hey, I understand. I were you, I wouldn’t want people knowing what I did either. Guess you better hope I didn’t tell anyone about the Crypt. Or about the, uh, what was it? Oh yeah... Long Slow Whisper. ‘Cause if I did, that would be real bad for you, huh? I may be dead, but I guarantee you ain’t hear the last of me.”

Only five left.

“Here’s one for Suruya Hawthorne. You know, when I told my Ghost I’d be making one of these for you, she laughed. I didn’t have to tell you that. Just wanted to make you feel bad.

In my defense, if you’re listening to this, you did kill me. I mean, if it was a fair fight, mano a mano, I'd win, no question. But I can see you planning out some convoluted, meticulous trap. Some would call that Paranoia. Me? I call it ‘being a Hunter’.

So, here’s your next Hunter lesson: Looking after your own.

Speaking of which: Congratulations! You are now the proud owner of Colonel! Now, she only eats sesame seeds muesli and drinks purified spring water with a sprig of parsley. Play nice you two!” Cayde let out a fond chuckle at that, thinking of how attached he had gotten with the chicken the first time when he had gone to the Farm after leaving Nessus.

Four left.

Thinking of who to address this audio log to, Cayde looked around his apartment, taking in the small treasures that he had collected over the years. He felt himself getting slowly choked up as he neared the end of the logs for his hidden caches.

He had to make these last few more memorable.

“This one’s for any Hunter who kills me. Best guess: Marcus Ren? You realise you get my stuff now? ALL my stuff. INCLUDING the Hunter Vanguard gig. Yeah, congrat-u-lations, dummy. That’s what we call a Vanguard Dare. Sucks, doesn’t it? OK, brace yourself for some advice, hotshot.

One, know your people. Like, my Nessus Scout, Quantis Rhee. I like to call her about once a moon, else she gets a little too much Night, not enough Stalker, you know?” Cayde made a mental note to call Rhee after he had finished these logs. Thank her for everything she has done.

“Two, keep your weapons sharp. Your jobs’ to watch everyone’s back, which means no one’s watching yours but you. And three, start thinking about what you want to do for your successor’s Vanguard Dare. ‘Cause trust me, kid- this gig will kill ya.”

Three left. And Cayde knew that these three would be the absolute hardest messages he would ever have to record for anyone to hear.

“Hahaha! Ha! Sorry, sorry! I’m just… I’m imagining how awkward you must look right now. Ha. Ahem. Ahem! OK. Zavala. So, I’m dead. You killed me. My stuff is yours. No more working me over at Chess. No more getting worked over at poker. For real though, you know that if you needed to kill me for ‘the good of the City’ or whatever, I totally understand.

No hard feelings. Nada.

You can put this voice recording away and go on with your life.

Now, if you DID have some kind of lingering guilt or something… that would be rough. ‘Cause you and I both know you’d have me yapping in your ear for the rest of your days. You wouldn’t be able to help yourself.

Two left, He felt his resolve slipping.

“Hi Ikora. So you know I’m making a bunch of these, right? I probably told you. I always gotta have the last word, and I’m gonna be prepared for every possibility. But to tell the truth? This one’s the easiest to make.” Cayde had to take a pause and breathe out, he knew that this was a lie- but it was the only way to make it easier for himself to record these.

“So as long as we’re being honest, I could never tell if you really liked me that much. But, uh… well, if you did hate me, the feeling was NOT mutual. In fact- yeah, I’ll say it- don’t even mind if you killed me. I figure if we threw down… first off, no one can blame me for losing. And… I know you’d be in the right. So… thanks? I guess? You were a… a good friend. Better than a guy like me could hope for, anyway.

So yeah, thanks Ikora. For everything.”

One left.

Cayde couldn’t do it. Not tonight or any time soon for that matter. He broke down into tears. Sundance materialised next to him and allowed Cayde to pull her tight to his chest in any form of comfort as the night gave way to sunlight.

As Cayde walked over to his usual space, he saw Setara and Echo standing next to Amanda talking about Traveller knows what. Turning his walk into a jog, he sped over to the trio and pulled both Setara and Echo into a tight hug, burying himself between them as he whispered his blessings. Both Guardians were shocked by this and slowly wrapped their arms around their Vanguard, and when they questioned why Cayde was holding onto them like they would disappear when he let go, he simply shook his head and just held them tighter.

“This one’s for the strong, silent type. You. Congratulations, buddy.

I mean that. Always knew you’d outdo me some day. And if that means you had to do me in, too… eh, you saved my life on Nessus, so I owed it to you anyway.

Take care of the Ace of Spades, will ya? I’m not just talking about the maintenance; Banshee can help you with all that. I mean, take care of Ace. Use it well.

Oh, hey, and… if you found any of those papers from my earlier… eh… deployments? Burn ‘em. Don’t want people poking through the lives of Caydes 0 through 5.

So just... put it all behind you, OK?

Every story has an end.

This is mine.”

[wrifsteryya]

recuerdo las primeras veces que hice dibujos que me gustaban, muy delicados y con historias

mi mamá una vez llegó con uno que aún me encanta en la mano y me preguntó si me quería matar (solo porque la virgen o lo que fuera tenía expresión triste (aún no entiendo que le vio))

tmb me quería comprar unas acuarelas kuretake y me dijeron ya ni que estudiaras diseño para gastar plata en esas cosas y me las compré igual y estudio diseño, que inspirador,,,,, nunca quise estudiar diseño la verdad

recuerdos estúpidos con los que desperté hoy así que hice una playlist 2016-2017 con mucho you’ll never get to heaven

no me quería matar, solo me iba a explotar la cabeza literal y eso me seguía a todos lados. gracias por el melipass y la infusión de passiflora, lo intentamos, pero desde ahí que no creo en la medicina natural y esas cosas

si digan lo que quieran las pastillas intoxican blablabla, odio a los jipis oh nooo me posee elon musk es la vacuna,,,,,, pero me vacune en marzo porq enfermedad crónica omg no puedo vivir sin pastillas

yap ya sé porque recordé todo esto en la mañana, supongo que es el origen de cosas que se mantienen y seguirán así para siempre

[misslover98]

Diabolik Lovers Do-S Vampire Vol.4 Sakamaki Laito.

Perdón que me haya tardado tanto pero tuve muchos exámenes y estan remodelando mi casa, cosa que se me complica por los albañiles... Pero aquí esta :D disfruten :3

The english version is in yumemirusekai´s blog :3

Te estas cambiando de ropa y alguien golpea la puerta.

Laito: Holis, es Laito. *abre la puerta* Yah~ Estoy libre y entonces pensé en venir a jugar-… Jajaja. Bitch-chan~ esa es una imagen sexy~.

[00.21]L: ¿Me pregunto por qué tu blusa está desabrochada? Ah~ ¿Estabas en medio camino de cambiarte de ropa? Parece que te ibas a sacar tu blusa~ ya veo ya veo.

[00.35] Él te dice que llamó antes de entrar y que no es como si hubiera entrado a tu habitación sin llamar. No levantaste la voz, tampoco le dijiste que no entrara y por eso no encontró inoportuno pasar.

[00.51]L: Ah~ Lo siento, no te preocupes por mí y continua cambiándote. Te ibas a quitar esa blusa y cambiarte la ropa interior, ¿Verdad? Bitch-chan, cuando te estabas cambiando, ¿Te ibas a poner un sostén?¿O te lo ibas a quitar?

[01.11] Confiesa que prefiere que prefiere que te quites tú el sostén, pero quitarlo es también divertido. Te habla de que ama el sentimiento de desabrochar el sostén de una mujer y ver como sus pechos se liberan/rebotan ((perverso V///:<))

[01.38]L: Ah~ jaja… Pero es una lástima que tus pechos sean tan pequeños. Si desabrocharas tu sostén, dudo que reboten. ¿Qué piensas? ((Que estas mal de la cabeza, eso)) Bueno, en vez de pensar en eso, probarlo sería demasiado rápido.

[02.02]L: Bitch-chan, ven. Vamos a sacar el sostén. *te alejas* ¿Eh? ¿No quieres? Pero…Ahora estoy más interesado en ver tus pechos. Hmm… Es un problema, ¿Verdad? ¿Te rehúsas? Entonces comprometámonos. Está bien si quitas el sostén con tus propias manos.

[02.38]L: Jeje. Soy una persona amable~ ¿Verdad? ((NO V:))… ¿Eh? ¿No quieres hacer eso tampoco? Uwa~ Bitch-chan es egoísta. ¿Quieres que te mate? Las chicas que no escuchan mis palabras no tienen permitido existir. Lo que me hace feliz de destrozarte hasta matarte. ¿Qué harás?¿Cómo quieres morir? *te alejas más* Una muerte pacífica como caer dormida no está permitida. Eso me aburre.

[03.20]L: Si fuera yo, pienso que una muerte llena de éxtasis es linda. ¿Qué piensas? ¿No crees que sería maravilloso para ti el placer de morir con mis colmillos?...

[03.37]L: ¿Hmm? ¿Ahora mismo te pones un sostén? Hmm~ ya veo. Bueno, está bien, seré capaz de distinguir la forma de tus pechos mientras te lo pones. Ah, pero es bueno si también te lo quitas para dormir. Si no haces eso, tus pechos no crecerán. Es porque eres de ese tipo, Bitch-chan, que tus pechos son pequeños, ¿Verdad? Qué triste.

[04.12]L: Pero es imposible para ti ahora ¿Verdad? Este tipo de charla no es muy útil. ¿Eh? ¿Estabas respondiendo mi pregunta previa cuando decías que te estabas por poner el sostén? Pensé que el tema había terminado, ¿Por qué lo trajiste otra vez? ¿Es porque no quieres morir y convenientemente cambiaste de tema?

[04.44]L: Hmm… Hmm~ ya veo. ¿Querías decir que no puedes quitarte el sostén porque tienes que ponerte uno? jajaJAJA~ ¿No quieres morir y por eso superaste tu vergüenza para responder mi pregunta? Jaja, ya veo… Solo por responder esa pregunta, tu cara se puso roja. Bitch-chan es tan tierna~ Casi quiero comerte.

[05.25]L: Por lo tierna que eres, te perdono. Uwa, soy tan bueno~ no hay vampiros así de amables. Ahora, deberías seguir cambiándote. Estaré mirándote cuidadosamente desde aquí. Vamos, el siguiente paso es sacarte la blusa, ¿Verdad?

[06.00]L: ¿Hm? ¿Por qué no te estas desvistiendo? ¿Puede ser que te hayas olvidado como desabotonar tus botones? Está bien, supongo que te ayudaré~ *se te acerca*

[06.20]L: Jajaja, tienes una mirada de disgusto en tu cara… ¿Hm? ¿Qué no? Ajaja, no deberías decir esa terrible mentira. Es fácil ver lo nerviosa que estas por tu expresión rígida. *inhala y exhala* Hnn~ como pensé, el aire está lleno del aroma del sudor de Bitch-chan. *risita* ((N.T: para ellos, el aroma del sudor de la protagonista es dulce al igual que las lágrimas, pueden notarlo en cualquiera de los "Diabolik Lovers Tears, Blood & Sweat"… creo que así se llamaban xdxd))

[07.05]L: Ah, no estés nerviosa. La nariz de un vampiro es muy sensible. Nosotros podemos oler cosas indetectables para los humanos, como el sudor o la sangre. Cosas de ése estilo. Conveniente, ¿Verdad? Así es como sé que la piel de Bitch-chan está cubierta de sudor.

[07.40]L: Ufufufu *tratas de escapar* *él te atrapa* Ajaja, te tengo~. Ah~ como pensé, realmente estás sudando. Mira, tus manos están mojadas. Ufufufu. Todo~ es por mí, huh. Ajajaja.

[08.10]L: Es desagradable estar sudorosa, ¿Verdad? Te hace bonita… Por esto…*lame* Mmm~ *gime* Ha~ el sabor deñ sudor de Bitch-chan… Sus nervios, la ansiedad, el miedo… El dulce sabor de eso… Pensar que tu cuerpo hizo este sabor para mi… *sorbe* Mmm~ me hace feliz~ *sorbe*.

[09.05]L: ¿Qué está mal? Tu cuerpo está duro y tiembla. Tu respiración se detuvo también. Tener este tipo de reacción por solo esté lamiendo tu mano… Es real~mente tierna… Hey, si lamo otra parte, ¿Qué podría pasar~? *sorbe* Mmm.

[09.40]L: Aha… Tu lóbulo es realmente suave~ *gime* Mm. Sentir tu cabello tampoco está mal~… Heh… Oh, ya sé, justo pensé en algo bueno. Hey, Bitch-chan, ¿Te gustaría un piercing? ((no gracias, tengo 4 y yo me los hice v:))

[10.14]L: Ahora mismo puedo usar mis colmillos para hacerte el agujero. Dolerá un montón y creo que saldrá un montón de sangre, y mira, no tienes el coraje suficiente como para hacerlo tú misma, ¿Verdad? ¿Qué dices? Creo que es una maravillosa sugerencia…

[10.42]L: ¿Eh? ¿Qué si uso mis colmillos el agujero puede quedar grande? Ajaja… Así es. ¿Pero no es mejor ser único? Puedes comenzar una moda de piercings grandes. Oh bien, será una moda que no entenderé…

[11.11]L: ¿Hm? ¿Qué~? ¿No tienes planes de hacerte un piercing ahora mismo? Ya veo. Que absoluta vergüenza. Si quieres hacerlo luego dímelo de inmediato… Estaré encantado de ayudarte… Nnfufu… Ahora, te resististe. Estas sudando otra vez… Bitch-chan *sorbe* *lo empujas*

[11.50]L: ¿Qué pasa Bitch-chan? ¿Te hice coquillas? ¿O… Se sintió bien, me pregunto? Por favor, cuéntame~.

Él, burlonamente, te pregunta si quieres que continúe lamiéndote. Dice que deberías empezar a sentir como tus fuerzas flaquean y la urgencia de acercarlo, ese sería el porqué de que lo alejaras antes de eso. Te llama Bitch-chan y te pregunta si está en lo correcto. *él se te acerca y tu retrocedes*

[12.30]L: ¿Hm? ¿Estoy equivocado? ¿Es porque no quieres que lama tu sudor? ¡¿Eh?! ¿Por qué~? Tu sudor es tan dulce como tu sangre. Es interesante aprender lo que sientes.

Está un poco irritado porque no le das lo que él quiere.

[13.00]L: Si Bitch-chan quisiera lamer mi sudor, le diría "Adelante" y me sentiría complacido… Ajaja… Bien bien, no quieres que lo haga, ¿Verdad? No me lo tienes que decir tantas veces como para que te escuche. Geez… Esto no sirve.

Él decide concederte eso, ya que escucha el miedo en tu voz y nota lo avergonzada que estas. Sin embargo, solo será esa pequeña petición.

[14.30]L: De todos modos… Ven… *te carga* Jeje, ¿Bien? ¿Cómo se siente ser cargada en mis brazos? Las mujeres tienen debilidad por éste tipo de cosas, ¿Verdad?

Empieza a hablar de cómo todas las mujeres humanas parecen derretirse cuando no tienen que usar las piernas. También que debe ser agradable para una persona tener este tipo de tratamiento.

[15.03]L: De todas formas, no te resistas y quédate quieta, ¿Está bien Bitch-chan? Ya que ahora mismo vamos a ducharnos juntos. *te empiezas a resistir* Ajajaja, aun cuando te dije que no te resistas ¡¿Lo haces?! ¿Realmente quieres morir Bitch-chan? Ahh, ¿O te gusta este modo? *voz baja* Si te cansas me enojaré.

[15.36]L: Hmm, eso es lindo. Estas quieta, ¿Verdad? Es lindo si sigues así, Bitch-chan.

*se abre y se cierra una puerta* *risas*

[15.58]L: Yap, aquí estamos~ *te baja* Has sido buena en quedarte así de quieta. Ahora, por favor, quítate la blusa… ¿Hm? ¿A qué te refieres con por qué? ¿No lo dije antes? Vamos a tomar una ducha juntos para lavarnos mutuamente.

[16.22]L: Incluso una idiota como Bitch-chan debería entender que su ropa se mojaría si no se la saca. No tienes por qué sentirte avergonzada ya que no tienes nada que no haya visto en otras mujeres y ya sé que tus pechos son pequeños. No hay nada que ver en ti.

[16.46]L: Lo que quieres preguntar es… ¿Por qué estamos en la ducha para lavarnos, verdad? Jeje, no puedo creer que no te des cuenta. ¿No fuiste tú la que lo dijo? No quieres que lama tu sudor. Es por eso que pensé en darte una ducha. ¿Prefieres esto a que te lama? Yo prefiero lo último, tan solo lamer tu piel me éxito mucho.

[17.21] Te pregunta si te das cuenta de que puede probarte con solo lamerte, ya que no es tu sudor lo que prueba sino tu piel. Dice que sería agradable lamer tu cuerpo entero. Cuenta que luego de lamerte, tu sangre irá corriendo a ese lugar y lo llamará a que la pruebe. Te dice que tu sangre es realmente honesta.

[18.12]L: Estarás feliz de que tu sangre fluya en mí, ¿No es así? Tu sangre está ruidosamente llamándome a que la beba… Hmm… Estas sudando otra vez… *ríe* Ah~ la urgencia de lamer es irresistible.

[18.43] Sabe que sabes a miedo, pero él te dice que entiende que por debajo de tu miedo hay excitación. Piensa que en tu corazón, además de miedo, quiere que tu cuerpo fluya al placer. Te dice que lo recuerdes. Cuando te muerda tu sangre fluirá y mientras, tal vez sea aterrador al principio, debes saber que se convertirá en algo placentero y electrificante.

[19.47] El placer fluirá desde tu cuello, a tus pechos, a la punta de tus pechos, abajo hasta la suave parte de tus partes femeninas y profundamente a tu interior, entonces tus piernas perderán fuerza, y al final llegará a tus pies.

[20.14] Sigue una larga charla sobre como tu cuerpo perderá básicamente el control y se rendirá a los sentimientos placenteros. Le terminarás rogando que chupe más de tu sangre y no serás capaz de detenerte.

[20.38]L: *risas* ¿Lo recuerdas? La última vez que bebí tu sangre, así es como Bitch-chan reaccionó. Fue tierno… Real~mente. *ríe* *lo empujas y corres* ¿Qué pasa? Huir así con la cara roja, tampoco te has quitado la blusa.

[21.14]L: ¿Puede ser que seas ese tipo de persona que le gusta ducharse con la blusa puesta? Ajaja… *entra contigo* Eso sería interesante, ¿No? Bien, supongo que haré como tú. Aunque disfruto ducharme desnudo, haré lo que quieras una vez. Ya que soy un caballero después de todo. Bien, supongo que debo sacarme mi campera/chamarra/chaqueta.

[21.43] Se la quita, se ríe y habla sobre lo lindo que es que los dos estén usando camisa y blusa. Que se siente muy fresco. Dice que es un desperdicio, pero que es hora de limpiar tu sudor.

[22.18]L: Ven aquí… *enciende la ducha* ¿Qué pasa? Te dije que vengas. ¿Por qué sacudes la cabeza? Tu querías ducharte conmigo y es por eso que entraste por ti misma, ¿Correcto?... Mira, si me irritas, nada bueno pasará.

[22.50]L: *ríe* Hay un muro ahí~ ¿A dónde estás tratando de correr?... En este lugar es difícil que te resistas… Vamos… *te agarra* Te atrapé~.

[23.07]L: A~ah, ahora si estás mojada. Es porque corriste de mí. Y justo cuando pensaba que te iba a ayudar a lavar tu sudor mientras estabas en mis brazos… Geez Bitch-chan, quieres arruinar mi amabilidad.

*aumenta la lluvia de la ducha*

[23.30]L: AJAJAJA, ¡¿Es doloroso?! No tienes permitido girar tu cabeza, mira aquí, ¡No dejes de mirar!... ¿Hm? ¿Qué es? AJAJAJAJA. ¿Hay algo que quieras decir? Pero si abres la boca el agua entrará y rápidamente notaras que no puedes respirar, ¡¿Verdad?! AJAJAJAJAJA. ¡¡Así están las cosas!!

[23.53]L: Ajajaja, ¿Es doloroso, verdad? ¿Qué pasa? ¿Duele? HEY, YA SÉ, ¿POR QUÉ NO SUPLICAS? DI "POR FAVOR PARA" Y "POR FAVOR AYUDAME"~ AJAJAJAJAJA *te resbalas y te caes* *él apaga la ducha*

[24.18]L: Aa~hh, fue muy doloroso, ¿Verdad? Terminaste tragando mucha agua, huh *risita* ¿Estas llorando~? Es muy~ linda… esa expresión tuya. Muy tentadora.

[24.38]L: Además, deberías echarle una mirada a tus ropas. Tu blusa se está pegando a tu piel y se transparenta~. Que erótico~, Bitch-chan.

[24.52] Habla sobre que fue una buena decisión no haberte quitado tu blusa porque no podría haberte visto así. Luego te dice que la ropa mojada hace todo sexy y erótico. *tratas de cubrirte*

[25.07]L: *Ríe* ¡Es muy tarde para cubrirte ahora! Desde la primera vez que nos vimos, Bitch-chan, conozco tus tres tallas. No es como si fuera la primera vez que veo tu piel. Cada vez siempre te da vergüenza… No entiendo porque.

[25.30]L: ¿Hm? ¿Oh~? ¿Estas temblando ahora? Ajajaja, tienes frío~… ¡Ya veo! La ducha tenía agua fría, ¿No? AJAJAJAJA. Y fuiste completamente empapada, ¿Verdad?

La fría fría agua debe haberse congelado, ¿Verdad? Tienes el pelo empapado y la ropa pegada a la piel. Qué triste~. [26.05] L: Tu cara se ve congelada ... * inhala * Tu piel también está tan fría~ ... Es como si fueras una de las muñecas de Kanato … Jajaja ...

Habla sobre cómo, desafortunadamente, las muñecas no tienen sangre y definitivamente te prefiere como eres (con tu sangre).

[26.40] L: Oye, ¿cuánto tiempo vas a seguir sentada ahí? Debes pararte correctamente cuando estés frente a mí * te jala * ... Estás bastante inestable sobre tus pies ... Jaja ... Debes estar considerablemente débil.

[27.00] Quiere observar cuán débil te vuelves cuando continúas atrapada en esta situación. Comenta sobre lo divertido que sería verte morir en el agua helada.

[27.15] L: Ah, pero si mueres no podré beber esa deliciosa sangre tuya ... Eso es un problema. Después de todo, Bitch-chan es mi comida.

Continúa con la poesía sobre tu sangre y cómo es el azúcar, el veneno o la crema batida. Es como una fresa fresca y jugosa y es tan dulce como el chocolate.

[27.49] Luego comienza a hablar sobre cómo otras mujeres humanas saben terriblemente y no son suficientes para él después de que te haya probado, a quien considera la mejor comida. Lo cual es sorprendente para él, ya que descubre que los humanos son criaturas incompetentes y viles.

[28.25] Luego habla de cómo eres deshonesta porque dejas que otros beban de ti cuando lo deseen, además de dejar que él beba de ti.

[28.40] L: Ajaja, ¿Qué pasa con esa negación frenética? Ya que Bitch-chan es una perra, ¿Verdad? Después de todo, estás vendiendo tu cuerpo a los más fuertes mientras vives en nuestra casa. Por eso ... * la voz baja * Me parece ... Bitch-chan es terriblemente linda …

[29.06] L: AJAJAJA ... ¡No tienes que sorprenderte tanto! Siempre lo digo, ¿No? "Bitch-chan es muy linda". Lo digo desde el fondo de mi corazón. Eres muy linda, ¿Verdad?

[29.24] Habla sobre cómo todos los hombres serían encantados por ti. Que cuando ven a Bitch-chan es insoportable. Se vuelven muy tiernos, retorcidos y quieren contaminarte por ser tan seductora. Pregunta si ya has permitido que otros te hagan eso porque los vampiros y los humanos son todos bestias (lo que implica que son todos pervertidos). No son un problema para él si son sus oponentes, pero puede decir que eres leal.

[30.05] L: * se ríe * Deja de temblar y parlotear. Si quieres decir algo, intenta decirlo. ¿Te sientes mareada porque tienes demasiado frío? ... Bien dicho. Cuando tienes frío comienzas a tener ganas de dormir ... Jajaja ... ¿Estás bien?

[30.30] L: * te toca * Todo tu calor se ha ido ... A~ah, es tan agradable~ cómo miras tu límite y tus ojos somnolientos. ¿Por qué tus ojos son así? ¿Es porque tienes frío, o es que finalmente te has dado cuenta de lo que está sucediendo y estás en estado de shock? ...

[30.55] L: Está bien ... Si haces esa expresión. Ya que encuentro esa expresión muy encantadora ... Hm~m, soy tan amable ¿no? Porque también amo este lado de Bitch-chan ...

* colapsas * * risa maniática *

[31.39] L: ¿Has recuperado la conciencia, Bitch-chan? Es un mal truco desmayarse así, así que te desperté porque es aburrido. Caray, intenta tener más autocontrol. Ser dulce todo el tiempo no es bueno. Realmente, los humanos que siempre son dulces son aburridos. No debes seguir pensando que la gente vendrá a salvarte.

[32.07] L: Pero te salvaré solo por hoy. Estate agradecida. La próxima vez te costará, pero si te dejo así, podrías morir. Solo por algo descuidado como esto, los humanos son sorprendentemente débiles. Qué aburrido.

[32.31] L: Justo cuando estaba pensando en ver la cara dolorosa que tendrías si te sostuviera debajo del agua donde no podías respirar. Puedo pasar mi tiempo libre día tras día solo mirando la cara de dolor de Bitch-chan. Jugar contigo es realmente irresistible. ¿Qué deberíamos jugar a continuación? Me emociona solo pensar en eso.

[33.00] L: * se ríe * En este momento tenías una mirada disgustada, ¿no? ¡Ah~ es tan agradable~ esa expresión en este momento! ¡Muéstramelo otra vez! ¡No, no hagas miedo! ¿No te dije que era una mirada disgustada? ... Relájate, no es que esté enojado ni nada. Vamos, muéstramela.

[33.25] L: * suspira * No es bueno, ¿no? Una expresión forzada no es la misma que la real ... De cualquier manera, en este momento los ojos de Bitch-chan me están mirando. Aunque creo que es bueno que te resistas. Cuando veo ese tipo de ojos quiero hacer que se sometan y vencerlos.

[33.51] L: Es tontamente lindo cómo tratas de desafiarme. Ya debes entender en tu cabeza que no se te dará lo que deseas. Pero quizás aún no lo hayas considerado. Debe ser frustrante cuando no te permito que hagas nada, y tu ira siempre llega tarde ... AJAJAJA.

[34.17] L: * excitado * ¿No es maravilloso~? ... Oye, muéstrame más de tu enojo frustrado ... Yo ... Amo a las personas que se resisten. Cuanto más se resiste una persona, más tentadora es ... Es extremadamente excitante. Me dan ganas de romper tu corazón y tu cuerpo en pedazos.

[34.43] L: ¿Bueno? ... ¿Todavía no es suficiente para enojarte? Si ese es el caso, ¿Debo decirte lo que hice después de que te desmayaste? Espero que no hayas pensado que acabo de darte una ducha ... Nnfufufu, ¿Acabas de darte cuenta ahora?

[35.07] Te das cuenta de que los botones de tu camisa están abiertos. Él te dice que iba a devolver todo a su aspecto original, pero luego te despertaste. Pero, él como un perfecto caballero, te arregló el sostén. Luego señala que sus pechos no son muy grandes y tampoco parece que vayan a crecer más. Luego dice algo sobre que tu sangre está pegajosa.

[35.51] L: ¿Eh? ¿Qué pasó después de que te desmayaste? ... ¿Qué estás diciendo? Ajaja ... ¡No recuerdas nada en absoluto! Ya veo ... En ese caso, puede ser interesante dejarlo en secreto. Puede ser divertido ver cómo surge tu imaginación en cuanto a lo que hice mientras estabas inconsciente.

[36.22] L: Está bien, deja volar tu imaginación. Por favor, piensa detenidamente en la peor posibilidad ... ¿Hmm? Oh, es cierto, te probé ... Por supuesto. Después de todo, la razón por la que te traje aquí fue para saborear tu piel y sudor. [36.46] L: Como había tanto tiempo, te probé por todos lados. Mientras dormías ... Tu cuerpo estaba respondiendo ... Dios, eres una pervertida.

[37.06] L: Mmm~ ... Sí, te he probado a fondo en todas partes ... En cada rincón y grieta ... No creo que haya una parte en el cuerpo de Bitch-chan donde mi toque ya no se haya tocado ... * ríe * ..

[37.27] L: ¿No te alegra? Sin embargo, no estoy particularmente feliz por eso. Aunque tu cuerpo estaba respondiendo durante el tiempo en que te desmayaste, es aburrido cuando no hay voz.

[37.46] L: Hmm ~ .. ¡Lo sé! Estás despierta ahora, ¿No? ¿Debo hacer lo mismo otra vez? ... Ajá, sí, así es, ¡Hagámoslo! Si lo hago, seguramente lo odiarás ... ¡Jaja!

[38.10] L: * luchas * ¡Woah! Eres una gran idiota, no puedes huir ... Bueno, entonces, ¿Por dónde empezaré? Lo sé ~, tu espalda es un buen lugar. Vamos ... Acuéstate ... ¡Boca abajo!

* te voltea y te mantiene bajo el agua *

* MICRO SUPER DUMMY *

[38.36] Habla sobre cómo el encanto de la espalda es cómo se amplifican las sensaciones. Él piensa que te permite sentir perfectamente el camino que su lengua traza * se ríe *

[38.55] Él va a comenzar desde el cuello hasta el trasero * sorbe * y va a prestar especial atención a cada parte de tuya * sorber *

[39.16] L: * se ríe suavemente * ¿Se siente bien? ¿O te sientes mal por tu disgusto por cómo tiembla tu cuerpo? ... Jajaja, una expresión tan desagradable ... Eso es bueno, muy bueno ... Mientras estabas inconsciente, seguí pensando cuánto quería ver esta expresión * risas *.

[39.44] L: Quiero probar todo tu cuerpo ... Una y otra vez ... Varias veces ... * sorbe *.

[39.58] Pregunta si no sientes un fuego profundo en tu cuerpo cuanto más te lame * sorbe más *.

[40.16] L: Mira ... ¿No? Hnn ~ ... * chupando * Delicioso ... Tan delicioso ... Jajaja ... Sé que tu sangre está hirviendo ... A pesar de que tienes una expresión tan en desacuerdo, el cuerpo y la sangre de Bitch-chan ... Claman por convertirse en  míos.

[40.55] L: Me disgusta lo obscena que eres. Oye, ¿Cuántos hombres más has permitido hacer esto? Incluso en esta casa, has dejado que los demás jueguen contigo como quisieron, ¿Verdad? Pero incluso entonces Bitch-chan no lo odiaba ... Sí ... No lo odiabas, ¿verdad?

[41.26] L: Porque ... Eres una perra (lo que implica una puta) ...

[41.32] Habla sobre cómo no pareces tener el control de tu cuerpo, porque tu cuerpo está excitado aquí y allá. Pregunta si comprende el cambio de su propio cuerpo. Te llama Bitch-chan y te dice que lo mires.

[42.00] Te da la vuelta y dice que sabía que tus ojos estarían húmedos. Pregunta si la verdad duele y luego pregunta si es doloroso. Le gusta cuando te resistes, pero te encuentra irresistible cuando estás así.

[42.26] L: ¿Eh? ... ¿Olvidaste cómo rogar, Bitch-chan? ... Si quieres algo bueno, ¿Qué debes hacer? ... Jajaja ... Sí, sí. Como una perra, sacas la lengua. Primero deberías besarme, ¿no?

[42.56] L: Voy a saborear tus labios ... * sorbe * Luego voy a entrelazar nuestras lenguas ... * beso profundo * Así ... * besos *.

[43.24] L: * jadeo fuerte * Los besos de Bitch-chan son tan buenos como siempre. Desde el principio siempre había sido así, ¿no? * besos de nuevo *

[43.39] L: La lengua de Bitch-chan es deliciosa ... Deliciosa ... Más ... Quiero más ... Es lo que Bitch-chan quiere decir, ¿Verdad? Entiendo ... Lo haré.

[44.02] Habla sobre cómo deberías haber estado esperando esto; que los hombres serían seducidos por una mujer lasciva, como tú. Habla sobre cómo tienes esta mirada en la cara como si no supieras de qué está hablando, pero te pregunta cómo crees que vas a engañar a un hombre con lo hábil que eres con tu lengua.

[44.22] L: Realmente eres ... Indecoroso.

[44.29] Continúa hablando sobre cómo estás tratando de ocultarlo, pero es una verdad evidente. Especialmente porque te has equivocado descuidadamente, ya que él puede oler tu aroma "dulce".

[44.45] L: Cuando miro a Bitch-chan ... Pienso en una manzana roja brillante envenenada ... * gime *

[45.05] L: Bueno, entonces, ¿Qué debemos hacer? ¿Quieres que pruebe un poco más tu espalda? ... ¿O quieres que pruebe otro lugar? ... ¿No? Ajaja ... Entonces ... ¿Qué tal esto?

[45.31] L: Voy a arrancar tu cuerpo profundamente ... ¿Quieres el placer del dolor de mis colmillos? ... Nnfufufu ... ¿No dijiste eso? ... Aunque no dijiste eso, tu sangre está cantando por ello.

[46.00] Te dice que lentamente tiene hambre. Quiere agotar el contenido de tu corazón hasta que tu garganta esté cubierta de sangre caliente. Te pregunta si no harás una expresión más desafiante.

[46.22] L: No es interesante si no continúas resistiendo inútil y frenéticamente ... Vamos ... No quieres estar a mi merced, ¿Verdad? * gime y te besa *

* luchas y tomas revancha *

[46.57] L: * riéndose * Eso duele ~ ... Ahaha ... Tienes agallas para morderme la lengua ... Sí, sí ... ¡Resiste más así ~! ... Nfufufu ... Una expresión tan desafiante ...

[47.25] Le divierte cómo estás tratando de llegar a su sangre tan mal, pero tú estás tratando absolutamente de no dejarlo ... * risas * Te llama un grana tonta pero también encantadora... * risas *

[47.46] L: Bueno, entonces ... Vale la pena ver cuánto tiempo puedes soportar.

[47.52] Él no puede esperar a verte darte cuenta de la verdadera naturaleza de lo indefensa que eres y se pregunta cuánto tiempo tomará hasta que comiences a suplicarle que se detenga con lágrimas. Te pide que le muestres lo máximo que puedes soportar.

[48.08] L: Ahora bien ... Lamento haberte hecho esperar. Te concederé el placer del dolor que deseas ... * te muerde * * traga sangre *

[48.46] L: Como de costumbre ... Es tan dulce que me arde la garganta ... Estás deliciosa, Bitch-chan. * sorbe * A~ah, estás empezando a temblar.

[49.12] Asume que estás temblando debido a su lengua en tu piel y luego dice que solo mirando tu piel desnuda ve que es hermosa ... * sorbe *

[49.42] L: Aah ~, mira eso ... Tus piernas se extienden lentamente ... Es como si fueras una flor venenosa ... Esta cachonda Bitch-chan ... Se está convirtiendo en ti ... * sorbe *

[50.15] L: Tu camisa está manchada de rojo ... Pero Bitch-chan, te verás mejor con más rojo ...

[50.27] Pregunta si sabes lo que sucede cuando haces sangrar a alguien. Te dice que él sabe con experiencia de primera mano. Habla sobre cómo no le gusta el hecho de que el aroma de tu sangre viva cae cuando sale, pero porque te hace ver más sucia, te hará sangrar ... Especialmente.

* te muerde *

[51.29] L: No importa de dónde sea la sangre ... Eres deliciosa ... Oye ... ¿Lo sabías? Este dulce sabor .. * te besa *

* risas *

[52.03] L: Delicioso, ¿no? Además, ahora eres aún más lindA. Pareces como si hubieras muerto con los labios manchados de rojo de esa manera ... No tengo ninguna tendencia necrofílica ... Pero eres tan débil que mirarte, mientras estás al borde de la muerte, me excita ... Es insoportable * sorbe *

[52.37] L: Tu cuello está sangrando constantemente ... Nfufu ... Pero no puedes evitarlo porque te sientes tan bien, ¿Verdad? Sé que estás completamente excitada ...

[52.56] L: Pero ... Tus ojos todavía están llenos de desafío ... Jajaja ... Odiame tanto ... Me hace feliz ~ ... Mi respuesta a Bitch-chan es sentir que necesito chupar tu sangre más. ¿Dónde puedo lastimarte~? Ajaja … ¿Aquí ...?

* te muerde * * tragando *

[53.55] L: Tu hombro ... Y ... Tu costado ... * sorbe * Vamos, ¿No te duele? ¿O se siente bien? *jadea*

[54.15] L: Nnfufu ... ¿Qué intentas soportar tanto? Cuando aprietas los puños con tanta fuerza, las venas de tu muñeca se ven deliciosas ... Sí, es cierto ... Voy a probar eso.

* lame * * chupa *

[54.42] L: Justo aquí, te daré una lesión que no desaparecerá ... * luchas * ¡Bien! ¡Lucha más! No importa cuánto te resistas, no serás libre ... * chupando *

[55.07] L: Delicioso~ ... El pulso de tu vida ... me dan ganas de comerte ... esta es la mejor sensación ... * te muerde *

[55.42] L: * risas * ¿Qué pasa? ¿Acabas de perder todo el poder en tu cuerpo? ... Lo hiciste, ¿No? Es porque tu sangre se está agotando rápidamente, ¿No? Nfufufu ... Qué triste ~ ... Me siento por ti ... Pero todavía no me detendré. Bitch-chan tendrá que aguantar hasta que esté satisfecho.

[56.10] L: Lo siguiente es ... Aquí. Hagámoslo en tus muslos suaves y pálidos. Me encanta esta parte ... * te muerde *

[56.30] L: Yo ... * sorbe * ... He decidido comenzar desde tus muslos, como si fuera a comerte ... Ajaja ... Esta carne suave es tan acogedora ... Además, a Bitch-chan le encanta cuando pruebo sus muslos, ¿No? Así ... * te muerde *

[57.10] L: * risas * Por un instante tus ojos se humedecieron, ¿No? ¡Lo vi perfectamente! ¡Ajaja! .. Tan lindo ~ ..

[57.22] Le resulta gracioso cómo, aunque en este momento te falta mucha sangre y estás al borde de la muerte y lo odias tanto, no puede evitar pensar que se siente bien. * se ríe * Retóricamente pregunta si es doloroso ser tan humillado ... * se ríe de nuevo * Le divierte lo enojada que le estás mirando para ocultar cuánto te gusta.

* sorbe *

[57.52] L: Cuando me miras así, tiene el efecto contrario de hacerme sentir más tentado ... Oye, ¿No es así? Quieres que te mate bebiendo toda tu sangre, ¿Verdad? * te muerde *

[58.20] L: Eso está bien ... Beberé tu sangre tanto como quieras ... * sorbe * * gime * ... Solo bebiendo tu sangre de esta manera ... Me marea tanto ... * respiración agitada * * sorber *

[59.00] L: Delicioso ... * jadea* * traga * … * jadea * Hey ... Juguemos un juego. Apostemos si Bitch-chan dejará de sangrar primero o si terminaré primero. ¿Qué piensas? Soy una persona que no tiene autocontrol, así que creo que será un buen juego ... Nnfufufu ... Ahora, te dejaré elegir.

[59.46] L: * apesta * ¿Qué apostarás? * más succión * A~ah, ya veo ... Se siente tan bien que estás perdiendo el conocimiento ... ¿O te estás quedando sin sangre? ... Lo que sea, no puedes responder así, ¿eh? ¿Podría ser que ... ya no puedes entender lo que digo?

[1.00.21] L: ¿Qué tan tonta eres? Ajaja ... * te muerde * Voy a beber de tus muslos otra vez.

[1.00.48] L: Caray ... Abriendo las piernas así ... Y mostrándome todo ... Todo sin previo aviso ya que has perdido la conciencia ... * muerde de nuevo *

[1.01.15] L: La próxima vez que abras los ojos ... ¿Estarás viva? ¿Estarás muerta? ... Ajajaja ... Espero, Bitch-chan ... AjajaJAJAJAJA ... Esto es demasiado lindo ~ ... Es irresistible.

* chupando y tragando *

[1.01.53] L: ¿Te desmayaste porque querías dejarme hacer lo que quisiera? ... Una mujer que calcula ... No existe. Beberé tu sangre del otro muslo ahora.

* muerde y chupa *

[1.02.28] L: Al final, no te despertarás, ¿eh? Entonces ... Mientras duermes, beberé mucho, Bitch-chan ... Será agradable si tienes demonios extraordinarios (lo que implica pesadillas) ... Nfufufu ... Ahora bien ... Buenas noches.