#se va caer

[lix-starshine7]

Después de 5 meses (+1 que estuvo guardado en mí guardarropa porque no tenía ganas de seguirlo o me olvidaba) decidí dar por terminado este cuadro

Medio que todavía habían detalles que iba a añadir pero como realmente ya no tenía ganas de hacerlo lo barnicé y lo puse en la pared de mí pieza

Foto + el proceso

[elquiu]

happy RD day yall

[pinkymattel]

No se va a caer

LO VAMOS A TIRAR!!!!

💜💚💗

[tortademaracuya]

#palofobico #cagaso

[wachi-delectrico]

Vivo peligrosamente y uso packer sin arnés 😎🤙 (porque no sé adónde damier quedó)

[boba-hijueputa]

Mi tercer día con el morado:

Mi quinto día con el morado:

[lin2ki]

hace calor pero igual estoy haciendo sopa, mi novio esta enfermo y no se me ocurre que otra cosa hacerle, mí departamento es un horno rn

[euphememoon]

Siguió caminando, lo único que se podía escuchar en el tranquilo lugar eran los pasos de ambos y la voz de su primo. Finalmente, llegaron a su destino. Lenore frenó su caminar. "Esa es mi vida," confirmó con tranquilidad, queriendo acabar con aquella conversación lo antes posible. "Y no..." Ocupó sus mano con un mechón de su pelo. "Creo que voy a tener que declinar..." Con un suspiro, señaló el libro que buscaba. "Ahí lo tienes."

Realmente dudaba que fuera a leer el libro que le había pedido a su prima, realmente no le interesaba solo estaba ahí para ver que había sido de ella y claramente molestar un poco. —Bueno pero seguro hay algo más, estoy seguro que esa no es toda tu vida— era una Bagman después de todo y aunque siempre había sido la rara del clan, sabía que había algo de la chispa dentro de ella. —¿Eso quiere decir que no iras a la fiesta que estoy organizando en la playa familiar? O vamos Leonore tienes que ir—

[seddenostalgia]

hasta usando photomath le erro a las respuestas correctas me va a ir re bien 10/10

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬 || 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ while working on the makeup effects for a production, you end up falling for el naco de Enzo Vogrincic (no te creas papi tkm). But you start avoiding him because it’s not correct to fall in love with that type of man.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ AGE GAP (legal), angst, fluff, spanglish fic, cringe, reader is in denial and speaks spanish, idk misunderstandings?, happy ending (irl Enzo nunca nos va a pelar)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞_ I hate Spanglish but how can I keep both mi gente latino and my RAHHH🦅🇺🇸 people happy? With a Spanglish fic

♪ ♫ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟒 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 ✰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱

@kissmemucho on X

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One day, you started hating going to work. It was half work, half practice for college. Still, you started hating it. From moving some months to Spain to work on the makeup team for a movie, to spending hours with each actor to do and make a record of their makeup.

That wasn��t the issue though. It was just that… there was a guy.

You had developed a crush for that man called Enzo. It was so cringe to admit. And it tore you apart because he was significantly older than you. He would never turn to look down at you. That was the most honest thing about the whole issue. And that you were even depriving yourself from befriending him.

But god, How couldn’t you?… there you got his pretty nose and deep eyes. His soft hair and perfect smile. The way he was so kind to everyone and to you. Soon you learned he was single too. It was so damn much that it made you so mad. He was perfect. Gorgeous in every sense.

And that’s exactly why you now hate going to work.

Sometimes the aura around the team seemed to be heavy due to the context of the movie. You had seen how every actor started to lose weight and prepare for the role. Which was a little tough and very demanding. The seriousness surrounding the production was only filed with respect. That didn’t stop anyone to have good moments and be happy. Everyone in the cast believed you were a burst of sunshine at least. Who seemed to make the hours spent seated on a chair with makeup and prosthetics being placed a little more fair.

“¡HEY!…GUAPA, VENÍ PA’ ACÁ!” You heard as soon as you entered the workplace. Once you spotted the little circle of men, you rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“¿Y ahora qué se te ofrece Juani?”

“Que confirmes si venís a cenar con todos” you looked at the others. Matías and the others were exchanging looks, with none other than Enzo. You don’t even look at the man, you can only focus on the boy with annoying but pretty blue eyes.

“Cómo jodes, chico. Ya veré si voy o no, tengo mucho que hacer” that was true, you had a lot to do. But mostly, it was because you believed you had nothing amazing to share with them.

“Podemos esperarte.” Enzo said, which immediately made your stomach flutter and your chest to get congested. He was wearing some t-shirt and those damn Adidas joggers he liked to repeat on a daily basis.

The fact that he suggested waiting for you to go out and have dinner should’ve made you blush, but it only made you nervous, increasing your eagerness to run away from the little circle of men.

“No pasa nada, váyanse ustedes. Que se la pasen bien…” and poor Enzo, he watched how you disappeared through the hallways with your big bag full of makeup and brushes.

“Ya va a caer…”

“Pero si ni me gusta” everyone started laughing. Enzo knew you were younger. He also knew you were from a little too far away from Uruguay, that you were bilingual, that you were passionate about writing and other arts, that your eyes were lighter than expected in the sun, that your hands were very soft and that you were so extroverted with everyone except with him.

“Sos idiota, si no te gustara no te hubieras quedado como mogólico viéndola irse”

“Pero es una niña…” he tried to reason.

“La veinteañera universitaria que trabaja aquí en producción y anda sola por la vida” everyone laughed again. You were certainly an adult. Yeah you still acquired trinkets that could pass for toys, you listened to silly music and watched Winx Club or Bratz movies. But you were a woman after all.

Which led to Enzo wondering if he could ever have a chance with you. You had seen a lot of people, with all the many times you had travelled to Los Angeles, the heart of Hollywood and everything, sometimes he doubted you could be interested in him.

But no… he definitely hadn’t caught an eye on you.

…

It was a Friday. A week from the day you rejected dinner with your workmates. Nothing serious happened after that. Juani made fun and exposed you with random tweets like a bully. He was laughing his ass off of you, so shameless and stupid. However, you on the other hand… were dying out of embarrassment. Especially after seeing how many people started following him. He received an army of girls starving for shitpost around the internet.

“Si no estuvieras por grabar una escena tan desgarradora y seria, te ahorcaba en este preciso momento, Juani '' you wanted to kill him. He had posted online two videos of you, while you were off guard. Two audios of you cursing in Spanish and saying how much you hated capitalism that were becoming viral. And he even made his own stickers of you to pass around the group chat of the cast.

“Eso te pasá por ¡RIDÍCULA!” The tone he used, extremely mocking you was enough to make you laugh along with him and caught the attention of everyone surrounding you two.

“Pues nunca te conseguiré el follow de los ex-One Direction” he stopped laughing, knowing you had made him remember his humbling twitter posts.

“¡Qué boluda… y pesada!”

“Okay, pinche ardido” one of the design team members from the movie appeared and handed you a little paper. It was the list of your schedule. Juani snatched it and opened it before you could even blink.

“UYYY… te tocá todo el día con Enzo” he started teasing you like a child. You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“Pero la boluda y pesada soy yo”

“Pues si” you finally read the paper and yes… 3 hours with Enzo.

“Well… it could be something bad and it isn’t so…” you admitted sighing, accepting that you would spend three hours swallowing your pride and holding your pierced feelings.

“Dejáte querer…” you frowned confused at the boy beside you.

“What?” You asked laughing, but he only shrugged.

“Nothing, dear” once again, you rolled your eyes.

“De verdad eres medio insoportable” he batted his eyelashes, acting innocent. Deep down, both of you were actually friends.

“Te quiero” he responded, making you laugh once again.

“Si, yo también. Mi pendejito favorito”

“No, ese debe ser Enzo” this time, you blushed.

“Cómo chingas con meterlo en nuestras conversaciones. ¿Te gusta o qué?” He laughed, helping you out with your heavy bag full of brushes and capes and everything.

“No. ¿Y a vos? ¿Gustás de Enzo?” You remained quiet, pretending you hadn’t heard him.

You opened the door of the little room, surprised to see Enzo already there. So you grabbed the bag from Juani and started closing the door.

“Adiós, naco perdedor” and just like that, you closed the door on his face, giggling.

You sighed, closing your eyes, before staring at the plain door for some seconds.

“Hola…” you heard his deep and sweet voice. It was just… that you had to be a big girl and leave aside your foolishness for that grown ass man. He was just a crush… a simple mortal at the end as dramatic as it sounded.

“Hi…” you replied awkwardly. You had seen the following section of his instagram, the most pretty girls, very different from you. Which made you feel… like it was an auto-sabotage. But before you could start feeling depressed again, you decided to keep working, the only reason why you were in that room in the first place.

He would think you kinda disliked him. Every time you entered to work on his makeup, he would be smiling and trying to talk to you. And while you were polite and smiley too, you remained very quiet, always avoiding his eyes.

“¿Cómo estás?” He would ask, looking at you through the mirror in the room.

“Pues muy bien, gracias.” You would reply, turning to open the boxes with prosthetics and other special effects makeup. And he sighed, already feeling a little disappointed.

“¿Me permites tus manos?” You ask him as usual. He shows you the palm of his hands with another smile, which you reply quickly. Your heart started pounding as soon as you walked into the room.

“Perdón si estoy fría.” You admit with a blush, knowing the tips of your fingers were freezing.

“No pasá nada, linda” he had to be joking. He couldn’t call you “linda” just like that? However, you do your best to ignore it.

So you start making little lines of the paint samples you had taken. Until you noticed which one was identical to his skin color.

“Okay, I got it.” You speak to yourself, out loud though. Sometimes Enzo questioned if you weren’t fluid in Spanish, but he had heard you talk and talk with other people in Spanish. Your accent was so clean, so different to the rest of the crew.

“¿Te molesta si pongo música?” You ask him, grabbing your phone.

“No, para nada.”

“Nomás no me vayas a juzgar” you chuckle without looking at him, scrolling through your playlist.

It was the first time you attempted to joke with him. And he wouldn’t risk the opportunity.

“Jamás podría…” you only thank him before starting to play some music.

He was used to your touch now. You had small and soft hands compared to him. Every time you had to pick the right tone that matched his skin, brush his hair and work inches away from his face. It was insufferable for you. And to him… it only built more intrigue.

He listens to how you barely mumble some songs.

“¿Quién es ella?” He asks at the song playing.

“Nelly Furtado” you reply, concentrating on his hands, starting to draw the fake wounds. Promiscuous was a great song to feel empowered while trying to beat the feelings for the man who was extremely close to you and you had feelings for:

Some minutes passed and then Madonna came with Dress You Up and Enzo barely got it right. You sing very low and he tries to hear you with precision. Soon Madonna was over.

“¿Y esta?” You ask him when Gorgeous started.

That damn song was like a curse and blessing at that very moment.

You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much

(I hate you so much)

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

You're so gorgeous

I can’t say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

That was you. That was how much you hated your feelings for him. Because he would never be yours.

And somehow, Enzo got the message. He wasn’t sure but he felt how you changed the way of singing and avoided his eyes.

“¿Y esa quién es?” He asked once again.

“Esa es Taylor Swift”

“No la conozco” you giggle, ignoring the song a little bit.

“¡Enzo, por Dios!. ¿En qué mundo vives?” You found it very hard to believe he didn’t know half of your musical taste.

“Pues en Uruguay…” for the first time, he makes you laugh and talks to you so fucking much that you have to stop spreading the fake dirt on his face.

You're gorgeous

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad

You’re so gorgeous

“¿Por qué nunca andás con nosotros?” He asks suddenly, and it takes you aback. That you end up looking straight at his face.

“Tú tampoco sales mucho que yo sepa, prefieres quedarte en el cerro tomando fotos. No judgement though…” he laughs, feeling a little too comfortable under your touch on his cheeks and chin.

“He salido varias veces con ellos. ¿Y vos? Cero…”

“Estoy ocupada.” You simply reply.

“No es cierto. Por ahí me dijeron que te la pasás viendo películas y escribiendo fanfiction” you blush, but you keep working.

Actually, last Saturday was the first weekend you cried because of him. You couldn’t even stay at the local bar. You left your friends there to go home. New addition to your routine. Avoiding you problems…

“Maybe… ¿pero a ti qué si no voy?” You ask giggling, hoping he would drop the issue. You pause the music and slip your phone inside your bag before returning to him. Scared of his possible answer.

“Pues… porque te quiero ver” your hands start shaking.

“¿A mí?”

“Si. A ti, linda” he says mimicking your accent and sensing how taken aback you are. And he realized, that he had adapted some of your slang words from all the time he spent with you.

“¿Por qué yo, Enzo?” He smiles, and you want to kill him. He made the gesture like you had been so oblivious for ages.

“Porque…” slowly, he grabbed your wrist, preventing you from keeping working on his face. He touches you with such gentleness that it makes you finally start shaking.

The way he looks at you. It must’ve been a dream, two pairs of eyes deeply connected. He was silently revealing he liked you. Once you get it, you shake your head, his eyes giving you some confirmation.

“No..” You brush away from him.

“Si… tal vez es raro o no me creas… pero, vos me gustas. Por eso quiero verte y busco tus bonitos ojos cada vez que trabajás conmigo…” you sigh, dropping the brush and paint a little too violent.

“¿Y por qué yo entre tantas chicas que están a tus pies?” You are fighting against the tears already forming on your eyes. He remains quiet, and to you… that’s an answer.

He doesn’t like the way you are being too negative. But you don’t like having that conversation at all. You are shocked, and you don’t feel in love at that moment. You feel panic and stress. But you might need to reveal the encounter you saw last weekend to get it over with.

“Fui al bar el sábado pasado y te vi con la chica rubia esa. Si te gusta alguien no dejas a la chica rubia hacer ni un movimiento. No te encuentras en redes a las chicas a las que les das reacciones” maybe you had no right to be so angered. But it had been two months, and everything had worsened. At that point, your eyes were already red and crystallized.

“Nada de eso significó algo”

“Si fue algo. Fue tu manera de seguir teniendo opciones en lo que buscabas la manera de acercarte a mí. Por si no te resultaba la cosa conmigo…” again, he remains quiet.

“Mira Enzo, he estado aquí desde hace dos meses y nunca te acercaste. No te salió el amor por mí hoy y lo sabes…” you spit with anger, grabbing your paint and makeup, hurrying to get out of there.

“Tú a mí me has gustado desde la primera semana cuando te conocí. Pero tú no me quieres, y por eso te evado. Aparte del dilema de nuestra diferencia de edad, que podría ser un problema” you explain putting your coat on and grabbing the bag, ignoring the way he is trying to talk.

“Y eres una persona hermosa, Enzo. Sé que eres el amigo y novio casi perfecto. Pero mi intuición me dice que me puedes hacer daño. Quizá te estoy juzgando pero no me quiero arriesgar, perdón” he steps between you and the door. The proximity worsens everything, he wants to end it all for once with a kiss to make you feel the way he does and swear it’s true that he likes you.

It was already difficult for him. He had felt slightly depressed while filming, he felt weird, in company but alone at the same time. And he believed you were what he needed to lighten his weird mood swings.

But you believed he was lying. He honestly felt hurt that you were mistaking him for some womaniser and asshole.

“No te vayas, por favor” he pleaded, shocked to see your teary eyes. So he started questioning what you said about being hurt.

“Ya acabamos, no te preocupes.” You manage to slip beside him, opening the door and leaving him alone.

The dramatic moment culminated in Enzo feeling more depressed and giving a sadder performance for the movie. For you, it gave you a reason to cry in the shower and stare at the balcony of your place for hours, contemplating the sky and feeling so damn weird.

…

You have flashbacks of seeing him laughing and letting the blonde girl at the bar whisper in his ear. His honest smile and how he admitted he liked you a day ago.

You wished for weeks, now months that he confessed his feelings for you. But the moment he does, it feels wrong. Like it wasn’t meant to happen. Because he’s older, he’s got more experience, he had a very long-term girlfriend once, he is too much unlike you.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to happen and this is how it was supposed to end.

With you bursting out in tears and anger. Him believing you were crazy, but you had a point.

He never made a move. Just trying to talk, but he never invited you to do anything with him, or just to stay with him during the free days. It seemed unreal that suddenly he liked you.

And maybe you’re just scared of falling in love, because he could unintentionally but potentially break your heart.

Nonetheless, on the second day you want to distract yourself, it’s Saturday again and you go out alone to jog, then to buy some new clothes and you are about to prepare your dinner when the pain in the ass of Juani asks you to go out for some tapas.

You agree because you really need to distract yourself from thinking about the whole cringy issue with Enzo.

Probably everyone in the production already knew. But you would shut your mouth just to let the rumours die.

You start your walk towards the restaurant when he sends you the location. It’s a few blocks away, and you frown when you see what type of restaurant it is.

“Amiguito, pero creí que querías tapas. Este es un restaurante vegano” you send him a voice message. And he replies immediately.

“Ay pues para ser fitness un día nada más, chica. ¿Ya vas para allá?” You roll your eyes, not that you didn’t like vegan food but you wanted tapas.

“Si, morro meco. Ya estoy a un par de cuadras” you send back, putting on your EarPods and setting a route.

You realise how much you like wearing sneakers, long dresses and coats with matching purses. Perfect for the weather and your silly thoughts of walking on the streets along some cool music playing in the background.

Until you arrive at the restaurant and you don’t spot Juani. But maybe he was on his way. So you order first, grilled tofu with vegetables and tangy sauce.

It’s a cute place, and by the time you find a table, it’s already dark. The restaurant has candles everywhere and quality music playing.

When you start closing your purse, you look up and you freeze. Because you see Enzo entering the place, with a tiny bouquet of flowers on his right hand and a water bottle on the other.

He was wearing jeans, a random sweater shirt and dark sunglasses.

Oh, fuck him. You want run away but first you had to admit he looked gorgeous.

Quickly you change from your seat, giving your back to him, hopefully becoming invisible until he he leaves.

Your fingers rush to find the contact of Juani and send him a violent voice message.

“Oye, ¿por qué carajo no has llegado? ¿Y por qué Enzo Vogrincic está viendo el menú ahora mismo?” You send and he starts writing.

“Es que él es vegano…” he writes in text, which boils your blood.

“¿Y eso a mí qué chingados me importa, Juani? Ven ya y sácame a escondidas o te juro que me voy a colgar del primer poste de luz que vea” you silently scream, lowering your voice.

“No puedo” that’s it, you’re going to die in a vegan restaurant while Enzo Vogrincic orders food.

You are about to stand up when he literally appears on your table.

“Ey…” Qué maldito, y todavía te sonríe y todo.

“¿Y el Juani ya viene o no?” You ask, trying to sound confident.

“De hecho no va a venir” right, pinche Juani idiota, qué gran amigo.

“Oh okay. Ya me voy, nomás venía por mi comida para llevar” You mumble sighing, standing up from the table, then Enzo grabs your forearm and makes you sit again.

“No, vos te quedas. Aquí, te traje estas” he hands you the flowers, yellow tulips.

A tiny smile wants to lurk in your face.

“Yo nunca le he dicho a Juani… ni a Matías ni a nadie cuáles son mis flores favoritas” you frown confused, grabbing them.

They’re beautiful.

“Tuve que buscar por mi cuenta” he admits, and you frown deeper. Until you open your eyes in shock.

“¿Me zorreraste mi Instagram?” Enzo starts laughing, and you blush. He takes a seat and drops the receipt of his order on the table. You read it, chickpea pasta with arrabiata sauce and zucchini.

You read his order just to avoid looking at his eyes.

“Dejáme explicar todo…” slowly, you look at him. You are still on time to ask for the food to be to go, you can leave and just let this strange issue wash away.

But a waitress appears with your tofu and the pasta. You awkwardly smile and say thank you as well as Enzo.

“Está bien…” he smiles, thinking your eyeliner was so perfect. Your dress was cute and the coat made you look elegant and fine.

“Vos sabes quién te engañó. Le pedí a Juani que te hiciera venir a un lugar para poder verte. Porque conseguí tu número y nunca contestaste ni estabas cuando fui a buscarte” you roll your eyes. Unbelievable how childish was the whole situation.

“Yo quería tapas”

“Dale, ahorita te llevo por tapas” Enzo says with a smile. You simply mock him with a gesture and proceed to eat.

“Lamento no haber dado señales desde el inicio. Creí que con hacer plática cuando me maquillabas era suficiente.” He confesses.

“Con todos sos un amor. Y conmigo… siempre seria y pues… llegué a pesar que no te agradaba” you shrug, eyebrows rising and avoiding his eyes once again.

“Todo lo contrario…” you admit.

“Ya veo. Entonces hace unas semanas, los chicos empezaron a sacar el tema. Que debía invitarte a salir o hacerte venir con nosotros a comer para ahí verte”

“Y ayer me atreví. Pero temo que tu reacción no fue la que buscaba” he says with many pauses, not wanting to disturb you.

“Tú declaración tampoco fue lo que esperaba.” He nods, calming you.

“Ya lo sé, hubiera sido mejor esperar a estar en un lugar… como este”

“Quizá” you reason with him.

“Incluso desde antes de admitir que vos me gustas, no me he visto con nadie. Así que solo eres tú… nadie más” you nod, looking back at the tulips and feeling butterflies at the way he spoke with your accent just to highlight how he wanted you.

“Están preciosas, gracias” you say lifting the bouquet. Enzo smiles. So you know it’s time, you sigh.

“Yo también lo siento por juzgarte sin saber. No tenía derecho de ponerme a reclamar nada. Es solo que me da miedo dejar que esto, pues fluya…” you say, not wanting to repeat once again that your intuition said he would break your heart.

“No te voy a lastimar, nunca. Dejáme quererte. Por favor….” he pleads, accepting he was nervous and desperate. He really longed for someone in the upside down moments of his days.

“Yo solo quiero sentir confianza y seguridad. ¿Me puedes dar eso?”

“Te voy a dar todo, pero más lo que vos quieras. Y si confianza y seguridad es lo que querés…. Así será, linda” you smile, finding his hand on top of the table, intertwining your fingers with him.

“Entonces todo bien, lindo” he smiles more, ending in a sweet laugh.

He helps you pick the rest of the food, both of you also order ice cream cones. Him with chocolate and you with pistachios. And soon both of you are walking together in the streets. Spring is near and it’s your favourite season. You feel happy feeling his warm touch outside of the job. And now being inches away from him feels like a new home.

“¿Si vamos a ir por las tapas?” He starts laughing again, and when he leans, you can feel what’s coming.

“Te puedo besar?” he asks and you nod, so he ends up grabbing your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours. In what possible dream you could’ve seen Enzo Vogrincic was asking permission to kiss you?

“Te quiero” he spills, and you only smile on his lips, deepening the kiss. Feeling the silly butterflies in your stomach and intense tears of happiness. You almost drop your cone due to that.

“Yo también te quiero” you reply, swiftly bumping your forehead with him. He then takes your hand and suddenly you don’t feel wrong about it.

Now it feels safe, warm and true. Like destiny changed its mind and finally it was meant to be.

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update junio 2024: JAJSJDJJDDJ QUÉ MAMADAS ESCRIBÍA EN ENERO. LOL, QUÉ MAL, ENZO AÚN TE QUIERO MUCHÍSIMOOOO🩷

[silkythewriter]

Angel on fire

Warnings!: Angst(?), love triangle. (Part 1)

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel

Author note: I JUST WANNA WORK ON SOMETHING FOR MYSELF BEFORE JUMPING BACK TO DOING REQUESTS ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Summary!: “you are as beautiful as the moon my dear.” He said with the sweeting smile you adored. “And your as deadly as the sun I fear, my love” you answered oh so bitter-fully.

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“You should've seen the way she looked, igual que un ángel

Heaven's her residence y ella no se va a caer

They just can't reach her, princesita inalcanzable“

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The air was heavy almost unbreathable, how the demons lived like this was dancing around in your mind. It was so much different in hell then in heaven, there was so much… malice but that’s to be expected you supposed.

But you choose to continue walking, in your disguise of course, the out rage there would be if one of heavens top angels were in hell would be quite the mess to say the least. But you had to risk it, if charlie was right, if souls truly could be redeemed…maybe…just maybe, you’d be able to see him once more.

Finally you reached the hotel doors, and with one last stride stood right were the door knob was. Your nerves were going array to say the least, you knew what this rebellion could cost you. But it was for him, it always was, wasn’t it?, you quickly snapped out of you mind as you took a deep breath and knocked on the door waiting anxiously. A creek rang out in your ears as the door opened, coming face to face with the princess of hell herself. She looked at you with confusion before quickly turning it into excitement as she bounced around quickly grabbing your arm and letting you in as she shut the door in a hurry.

“I’m so glad you made it!” She squealed. Leaving you surprise after the rough hearing in heaven she had just a day ago. “I’m glad I made it aswell, it took much more then I was expecting but I’m glad no one seemed to notice!” You said gracefully as you could. “Have you made sure everyone’s away?” You asked in hushed tone, she quickly nodded as she explained “yes I have!, though it cost a bit but Cherri took them out for a bit!” She said nervously playing with her hair “although this time I said to stray away from clubs…” she said with a heavy sigh. You placed your hand on her shoulder comforting as you began to speak “I’m sure we’ll figure something out!” You said with a sure smile. Making her regain hers as she agreed “yea! Your right, okay, let’s do this!” She said as her hands turned in to fist to pump herself up.

“So, what was your idea?”

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“So! What do you think?, I know it sounds a bit crazy but!-“ you quickly cut her off “it isn’t crazy Charlie! It just needs some work…” you smiled softly at the girl making her look back at her board covered in strings and notes. “Yea.. I know..” she said pacing “look, I know I said I have connections with adam.. but it’s gonna take some time to convince him.. especially if you and I wanna not make it look suspicious” you said pondering what your next move should be.

“I know but even for that one day in heaven I could tell he has some favoritism for you!” Charlie exclaimed “yes but-“ you inquired before she cut you off “look, Y/n, I just need the date of the extermination to be pushed back! He said he’ll come for us first and I just… I don’t know what to do! He won’t listen!” She said as her hand stressfully began to run through her blond hair as her pacing picked up pace. “He won’t listen, but I’ll make him listen Charlie, that’s an angels promise” you said trying to calm the girl. Which seemingly helped her before she sat down next to you sighing. Before turning her head to you questioning something in her head before finally speaking up.“I know this might be rude, don’t get me wrong! I’m so glad you actually listen to my idea! But…what’s the reasoning? I mean barely anyone even tried agreeing! But you’re.. just leading a hand for the hell of it?” She questioned with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. You only stared at her as you questioned if you should even trust her with such information you were about to tell.“I…I have someone who’s dear to me here, and I just, I just want him back in my arms” you confessed making the princesses eyes widen. “Who!” She asked almost too quickly, you shook your head in disappointment “I apologize princess but I’m afraid that’s something I wish to not reveal” you said.

“Look I have to get going, someones probably already getting suspicious of my absents” you said standing up and dusting off your clothing “but like I promised I’ll see what I can do and I’ll push the date as far back as I can, okay?” You said as you looked down at Charlie who still was seated at the couch. She could only nod, but you could tell she had some Sorrow in her mood. “Please keep your head up high princess, do not let them knock down your dreams.” You said silently as you bowed to her “I’ll be taking my leave but please put your trust in me, I will keep your and my people safe” you said with a smile as she stood up eyes drifting to you. “I..I trust you y/n” she said with a soft smile you only nodded to this as a portal behind you soon began to open. “I’ll come back soon, and with good news” you said as you slowly backed into the portal “take care princess” you said one final time at her.

She nodded as you gave her one last reassuring smile before fully walking into the portal. leaving the princess in a half better state then she was before.

But little did both of you know, a red haired demon was carefully listening in to both of you. Oh how his smile grew all the more bigger

His precious y/n was soon to be home,

With him once more.

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EEEE THIS IS PART ONE IM WORKING IN PART TWO SOON I REALLY AM GOING CRAZY FOR THE STORY IM ABT TO COOK UP AHHH ̋(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)

[kirbyli]

‘ ¿qué infierno? a mi me parece un pueblito de lo más pintoresco. ‘ y aunque probablemente no viviría en un lugar tan chico ni en un millón de años, no se le hace un lugar con mala calidad de vida. puede perfectamente imaginar a generaciones de generaciones asentándose ahí a envejecer. ‘ en fin ¿qué tipo de cigarrillos compras tú? ‘ saca su celular, con la aplicación de notas abierta para anotar el nombre y el tipo de cigarro que el otro compra. lo que antes era una idea tonta, ahora se vuelve una posibilidad. 

' sería un buen negocio ' y es sincero al respecto, afán por comprar nicotina no siendo su pasatiempo favorito luego de llegar a la isla en especial porque es lejano el único lugar donde adquirir pequeño vicio. ' seguro más de alguno te compraría la tira completa ' incluyéndose, no perdiendo la oportunidad de tener un sinfín de tentativas cuando esta podrían estar cerca de sí. ' ¿lo dices porque no hay nadie en las tiendas? ' inquiere de vuelta, curiosidad presentándose apenas mención de compañía mas no siendo esta quien realmente le preocupa. ' tal vez decidieron escapar de este infierno y ya ' conclusión que va acompañada con un leve alza de hombros con tal de restarle importancia a la nula presencia de terceros.

[walker-skull]

Poker face

Intenté poner mi mejor cara de póquer y observé a Dante mientras él intentaba hacer lo mismo. Dante ya estaba casi completamente desnudo, sin nada puesto excepto por un par de calzoncillos ajustados. Si bien verlo desnudo era algo que siempre había deseado, estaba planeando algo que fuera mucho más allá de eso.

“Escalera de color”. Tiré las cartas sobre la mesa y vi cómo el rostro de Dante se desvanecía.

—¡Joder! ¿Otra vez? —Bebió un sorbo de vino pensando que había olvidado que estábamos jugando a ese tipo de juego. Lo miré fijamente, esperando a que se quitara la última prenda de ropa—. Bien —dijo, poniéndose de pie y deslizando sus manos dentro de su ropa interior. No voy a mentir, había estado ocultando una erección desde que se quitó la camisa, pero ahora se estaba volviendo insoportable. Su polla se movió hacia adelante y se rió mientras yo prácticamente me quedaba con la mandíbula abierta.

"Perdón por mirarte fijamente, pero maldita sea, eres..."

"Amigo, juguemos. La última mano". 

—Muy bien. ¿Qué te parece si apostamos algo más grande? —Bebí un trago de mi propio vino y lo observé para ver su reacción. Era evidente que estaba interesado, de lo contrario no habría indagado más.

"¿Como?"

“Como tu cuerpo”, dije.

"¿Qué quieres decir?"

—Lo único que tienes que hacer es decir que sí. Sé aventurera. —Sonreí y la base de mi vaso golpeó la mesa de madera. Lo volví a colocar en su lugar y me apoyé en mis rodillas, esperando una reacción—. Esta vez iré con calma.

—Está bien, lo que sea. —Se encogió de hombros. Eso era todo lo que necesitaba. Si ganaba esta ronda, lo cual definitivamente haría, entonces él sería todo mío. 

Se repartieron las cartas y el juego continuó. Lo observé con los ojos brillantes. Se dieron vuelta las últimas cartas y dejé que él las colocara. Estaba confiado a pesar de que solo era una escalera.

—¿Qué tienes? —Se inclinó hacia atrás, con su pene flácido expuesto y su cuerpo resplandeciente.

—Flush —le guiñé un ojo y las cartas cayeron sobre la mesa. Dante gimió mientras tomaba otro sorbo y luego se rió entre dientes.

—Entonces, ¿qué vas a hacerme? Nada de tonterías de gays. —Bebió un sorbo de vino. 

—No te preocupes. No te importará. —En un instante, salté sobre él y mi cabeza se hundió en su pecho. Dejó caer la copa de vino y forcejeó mientras yo desaparecía dentro de su torso. De vez en cuando salía y me movía dentro de él para ponerme cómodo, su rostro estaba congelado por la sorpresa. Todo su cuerpo se tambaleó alrededor del sofá mientras yo luchaba por controlarlo, encajando dentro de sus extremidades. Flexioné los dedos y sonreí cuando gané, sentándome y mirando hacia abajo a mi repentina erección.

—Mierda, esto es jodidamente caliente —dije, agarrando mi nueva polla y acariciándola. Temblé mientras se me ponía la piel de gallina. De pie, me miré a mí misma, bombeando mi miembro y flexionándolo. Siempre había querido estar dentro de su cuerpo y ahora que lo estaba era lo mejor que me había pasado en la vida. Gruñí, acariciando mis bolas mientras sentía que me acercaba cada vez más al borde, mis abdominales se flexionaban mientras mi saco se tensaba. 

—¡Joder, sí, oh, mierda! —grité, flexionando el torso mientras me corría. Seguí corriéndose también, estirando la mano para agarrar mi pectoral y apretarlo mientras lo vaciaba.

[hivmiko]

interrogante no se recibe de mala forma, por el contrario, comisuras se elevan sutilmente, pero gesto se desvanece casi de inmediato. ' no creo que sea malo, tal vez ayude a que se despierten un poco. ' opina y, aunque interés realmente se centra en encontrar mascotas perdidas, ideas se han ido agotando a medida que muros invisibles se posicionan justo delante suyo. ' es difícil prestar atención a todo cuando hay... gente por todos lados. ' no se refiere solo a legados, sino a seguridad aumentada también, como si isla repentinamente no se sintiese tan solitaria. ' caminaba. ' admite. ' mi conejo está desaparecido y estoy bastante cerca de perder la cordura. ' algo que ha intentado evitar, pretendiendo no caer en prácticas que podrían llevarle a estar del lado erróneo de la clave. suspira, sin más, observando patineta opuesta. ' ¿me enseñas? ' pregunta, índice señalando pertenencia ajena. ' podría usar una distracción. '

le alegra no estar en el piso, lo último que necesita para quebrarse es una humillación pública así que prefiere evitarlo. ' ¿eso es bueno o malo? ' cuestiona, aplicando ligera presión con el talón de su mano sobre la zona afectada en su frente. espera que no le quede marca o le salga un bulto, ni siquiera su flequillo es capaz de esconder eso. ' todo bien. ' responde. ' hm, no te culpo. yo me di cuenta demasiado tarde. ' de haber estado más distraída, hubieran terminado con la cara en el piso. ' ¿que hacías? ' ( @hivmiko )

[flan-tasma]

(If you're uncomfortable with this ask I sorry, you don't need to write it!)

How about genshin men (your choice) who are "straight" ( ;3 ) reacting to accidentally getting hard while fighting m!reader

💖~ I couldn't wait to write this. I think you already know who it starts with ;3 omg when I was making the images I forgot that the fucking Nobile in english is Childe kdhkdhd /cry

Warning: suggestive, Male!Reader, Kaeya is a scoundrel | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Sobretodo, sabe que es bien parecido y usa eso a su favor, probablemente haya joteado contigo en broma en alguna ocasión, pero es porque ustedes son amigos y nada más. O eso dice él.

Este hombre ama batallar tanto como necesita respirar, es el primero en pedirte una pelea para medir sus habilidades en combate.

Entonces en una pelea amistosa que tuvieron, apostaron que el perdedor sería quien pague la cena. Y no estabas dispuesto a pagar esta vez.

A Nobile le agradó ver tu determinación para romperle la cara y se puso al tú por tú contigo. La adrenalina de golpear sus cuchillas contra tu espada, dar tres pasos atrás y tratar de tirarte fue tanta que su respiración pesada lo obligó a soltar un gruñido cuando por fin pudo atraparte contra el suelo.

Ahora tenía un problema nuevo: te veías glorioso debajo de él. El sudor que resbalaba por tu frente, tu ceño fruncido y tus ojos que lo miraban como si desearías matarlo en ese mismo instante. Sus pantalones se apretaron alrededor de su entrepierna.

Dudó de su sexualidad por primera vez en su vida, y eso lo golpeó duro como un roble. Más duro que él en ese momento. Bromeó un poco acerca de cómo tendrías que invitarlo a una buena comida por perder y una patada tuya en su pierna lo alertó para volver a ver tu majestuoso rostro.

“No debería ser justo si te abalanzas contra mi.” Te habías quejado y él casi quería gritar cuando tus ojos iban bajando. Te ayudó a levantarte para que no vieras su problemita y no dejó de actuar raro por el resto de la cena.

Mantenía tus ojos en cualquier parte menos en su cuerpo por debajo de su pecho, bromeando con que te lo estabas comiendo con la mirada.

Definitivamente tenía en mente comer algo más, pero ahora debía pensar bien acerca de sí mismo y sus gustos antes de cortejarte oficialmente.

Itto y tu son amigos, compadres y camaradas en las peleas de bichos y casi que hermanos. Eres parte de la pandilla Arataki, tienes bien conocido al oni como a ti mismo.

La única razón por la que lo puse es porque sería una situación divertida.

Precisamente porque la amistad de ustedes dos es tan fuerte es que pueden darse el lujo de molestarse entre sí, hay veces en las que tiras de los cuernos de Itto para bajarlo a tu altura y él simplemente se queja para que lo sueltes y se vuelve como un toro mecánico.

Te sube sobre sus hombros y tú sostienes al toro por los cuernos para no salir volando, y entre más pelea da Itto, más puedes escuchar sus risas y sus quejas hasta que te hace caer por accidente.

Culpa suya, pero se disculpa.

Se apresura para sostenerte y ambos acaban cayendo, y el juego del toro mecánico pasa a ser unas pequeñas luchas en las que te retiene por los brazos para que no lo golpees, solo parejas el aire.

Algo dentro de la cabeza de Itto se enciende, algo extraño dentro de su estómago da un vuelco cuando su rostro burlón pasa a uno de sorpresa al verte realmente sonriendo mientras te quejas con que es un hombre gigante y no puedes aguantar su peso.

Se queda en blanco un rato cuando nota que su amigo se asoma para seguir viendo lo lindo que resultas ser, pero el gran Arataki Itto decide que es suficiente diversión por hoy y debe ir a hacer otras cosas por la pandilla. Lo que se traduce a que va a buscar a Kuki para decirle que cree que está enamorado y su pito es la prueba.

No te sorprendas si empieza a ser más gentil contigo, él espera con ansias pelear contigo otra vez, pero no puede evitar pensar en que solo quiere dejar marcas de sus manos en tu piel de una manera no agresiva.

Él era un romántico, por lo que siempre hablaba y buscaba consejos para tratar de conseguir pareja, pero nunca se daba la ocasión con nadie. Eso lo hacía un poco triste, pero tenías formas de hacerlo olvidar las cosas por un rato.

Ya han habido veces en las que los confunden con una pareja, aunque lo suelen negar de inmediato porque obviamente a Lyney le gustan las chicas y se puede ver cuando te contaba cómo una chica que fue a uno de sus shows le pareció linda.

Encantador y dulce mago, realmente no le gustaba la idea de pelear contigo hasta que la propuesta fue para mejorar en el combate. Lyney se considera un luchador capacitado, pero pasar tiempo contigo jamás va a ser negado si se trata de ti.

Esquivas sus flechas y te acercas a él con una espada lista para tocarlo, él se aleja lo más rápido posible para hacer distancia y asegurar una flecha en su arco mientras calcula tu siguiente movimiento. Pero claro, no estaba muy al tanto de tu mejora en batalla estos últimos días para cuando te acercaste lo suficiente para tirarlo.

No querías que se lastime, por lo que sostuviste su cabeza antes de que chocara contra el suelo, manteniéndote sobre él y sin ninguna otra escapatoria. Tu respiración por encima de él, tu pecho que subía y bajaba de forma errática y la cercanía en general hicieron que su corazón casi se le salga por la garganta al ritmo de su sangre llegando a sus mejillas.

Casi sintió que temblaba debajo de tu toque, y por alguna razón eso le gustó.

Sus shorts simularon una carpa en sus pantalones y cuando lo notó casi quiso llorar. La imagen de tu pierna entre las suyas, tan cerca de sus muslos, casi lo mata. Sintió que moriría en ese mismo momento hasta que notaste su cansancio y lo ayudaste a levantarse.

Lynette tuvo que soportar el pánico de su hermano, que chillaba mientras trataba de explicarle de manera sana que no le gustaban las chicas y que lo había descubierto de una manera… distinta y no planeaba hablar más a fondo de ello.

Luego de que su pánico pasa, él empieza a avergonzarse más fácilmente cerca de ti. Y qué extraño, te empiezan a llegar flores Romaritimas a tu casa sin explicación.

Carajo, me lo imagino quejándose contigo porque hay alguien más que te coquetea, todo como una maldita broma.

Con este sinvergüenza ya tenías tensión sexual disfrazado de jotería. Son amigos que salen a emborracharse cuando se juntan, hablan y te has sentado en su regazo más de una vez como una broma.

Pero pasando al asunto importante. Ustedes dos son amigos, por lo que cuando tuviste que irte a una expedición, Kaeya te deseó suerte con una botella en la mano y te dejó ir.

Luego se da cuenta de que le falta su compañero de copas favorito, al punto en que Rosaria lo empieza a llamar una esposa desesperada por su esposo. Y en cierto modo tiene razón.

Cuando llegas y eres recibido en mal estado, se preocupa como lo haría con cualquier amigo, y cuando te abres con él acerca de haber perdido el toque para la batalla, él se ofrece a descubrirlo y ayudarte, por lo que ahí lo tienes, enseñándote cómo lo hace un verdadero caballero. Palabras suyas.

Lo haces bien, pero Kaeya lo hace mejor, y es un recordatorio de su posición como tú superior. Sabe blandir su espada mejor, sabe esquivar más rápido y da estocadas más precisas. Por lo que te frustras y empiezas a luchar contra él como si fuera un enemigo real.

Le gusta verte así, tanto que siente su excitación crecer. Y Kaeya es un hombre que conoce sus placeres, por lo que no tiene reparo en por fin dejar todos los juegos y te acorrala con facilidad contra el muro más cercano. Su objetivo no es provocarte o amenazar, sino que sientas lo que está pasando en su cabeza y en sus pantalones.

De ti depende si aceptas o no. Pero si lo haces, no te va a soltar hasta desquitar todas las verdades que soltó como una broma. Cómo ya deseaba que fueras suyo, que lo tuvieras a él también.

Mira que suerte, tienes nuevo maestro y novio. Kaeya piensa que es lo mejor que te ha podido pasar en tu vida.

English:

Above all, he knows that he is good looking and uses that to his advantage. He has probably joked around with you on occasion, but it's because you are friends and nothing more. Or so he says.

This man loves to battle as much as he needs to breathe, he is the first to ask you for a fight to measure his combat skills.

So in a friendly fight you had, you bet that the loser would be the one who paid for dinner. And you weren't willing to pay this time.

Childe was pleased to see your determination to break his face and he went toe-to-toe with you. The adrenaline of slamming his blades against your sword, taking three steps back, and trying to throw you off was so much that his heavy breathing forced him to let out a grunt when he was finally able to pin you to the ground.

Now he had a new problem: you looked glorious underneath him. The sweat that ran down your forehead, your frown and your eyes that looked at him as if you wanted to kill him right then and there. His pants tightened around his crotch.

He doubted his sexuality for the first time in his life, and it hit him hard as an oak. Harder than he was at that moment. He joked a little about how you'd have to give him a nice meal for losing and a kick from you on his leg alerted him to see your majestic face again.

“It shouldn't be fair if you lunge at me.” You had complained and he almost wanted to scream when your eyes were lowering. He helped you up so you wouldn't see his little problem and he didn't stop acting weird for the rest of the dinner.

He kept your eyes anywhere but on his body below his chest, teasing that you were ogling him.

He definitely had something else on his mind, but now he had to think hard about himself and his tastes before officially courting you.

Itto and you are friends, compadres and comrades in bug fights and almost like brothers. You are part of the Arataki gang, you know the oni as well as yourself.

The only reason I put him in this was because it would be a fun situation.

Precisely because your two friendships are so strong that you can afford to annoy each other, there are times when you pull on Itto's horns to bring him down to your height and he just whines for you to let go and becomes like a mechanical bull.

He lifts you onto his shoulders and you hold the bull by the horns so you doesn't fly away, and the more Itto fights, the more you can hear his laughter and his complaints until he accidentally makes you fall.

It's his fault, but he apologizes.

He rushes to hold you and you both end up falling, and the game of the mechanical bull turns into a small fight in which he holds you by the arms so that you don't hit him, you just hit the air.

Something inside Itto's head lights up, something strange inside his stomach flips when his mocking face turns to one of surprise at seeing you actually smiling while you complain that he's a giant man and you can't stand the weight of him.

He goes blank for a while when he notices his friend peeking in to continue seeing how cute you turn out to be, but the great Arataki Itto decides that's enough fun for today and he should go do other things for the gang. Which translates to him going to find Shinobu to tell her that he thinks he is in love and his dick is the proof.

Don't be surprised if he starts to be gentler with you, he's looking forward to fighting you again, but he can't help but think that he just wants to leave his hand marks on your skin in a non-aggressive way.

He was a romantic, so he always talked and looked for advice to try to find a partner, but he never took the chance with anyone. That made him a little sad, but you had ways of making him forget things for a while.

There have already been times when you are mistaken for a couple, although you usually deny it immediately because Lyney obviously likes girls and you can see it when he told you how a girl who went to one of his shows seemed cute to him.

Charming and sweet magician, he didn't really like the idea of fighting you until the proposal was to get better at combat. Lyney considers himself a trained fighter, but spending time with you will never be denied if it's about you.

You dodge his arrows and approach him with a sword ready to touch him, he moves away as quickly as possible to make distance and secure an arrow in his bow while calculating your next move. But then, he wasn't very aware of your improvement in battle these last few days by the time you got close enough to throw him.

You didn't want him to get hurt, so you held his head before he hit the ground, keeping you on top of him with no other escape. Your breathing above him, your chest rising and falling erratically, and your general closeness made his heart almost jump out of his throat at the rhythm of his blood reaching his cheeks.

He almost felt him tremble beneath your touch, and for some reason he liked that.

His shorts simulated a tent in his pants and when he noticed it he almost wanted to cry. The image of your leg between his, so close to his thighs, almost killed him. He felt like he would die right then and there until you noticed how tired he was and helped him up.

Lynette had to endure the panic of his brother, who screamed as he tried to explain to her in a healthy way that he didn't like girls and that he had discovered it in a... different way and he didn't plan to talk about it further.

After his panic wears off, he starts to get embarrassed more easily around you. And how strange, Romaritime flowers start arriving at your house without explanation.

Hell, I can imagine him complaining to you because someone else is flirting with you, all as a fucking joke.

With this mf you already had sexual tension disguised as jokes. You are friends who go out to get drunk when you get together, talk and you have sat on his lap more than once as a joke.

But moving on to the important matter. You two are friends, so when you had to leave on an expedition, Kaeya wished you luck with a bottle in his hand and let you go.

Then he realizes that he is missing his favorite drinking buddy, to the point where Rosaria starts calling him a desperate wife for his husband. And in a way she is right.

When you arrive and are greeted in a bad state, he worries as he would any friend, and when you open up to him about having lost your touch for battle, he offers to find out and help you, so there you have it, teaching you how a true knight does it. His words.

You do it well, but Kaeya does it better, and it's a reminder of his position as your superior. He knows how to swing his sword better, he knows how to dodge faster and deliver more precise thrusts. So you get frustrated and start fighting him as if he were a real enemy.

He likes seeing you like this, so much that he feels his arousal growing. And Kaeya is a man who knows the pleasures of it, so he has no qualms about finally giving up all the games and corners you with ease against the nearest wall. His goal is not to provoke or threaten you, but to make you feel what is going on in his head and in his pants.

It's up to you whether you accept it or not. But if you do, he won't let you go until you get even with all the truths he let out as a joke. How he already wanted you to be his, to have him too.

Look how lucky you are, you have a new teacher and boyfriend. Kaeya thinks it's the best thing that could have happened to you in your life.

[deepinsideyourbeing]

Como mujer que mide 1.50 necesito un super soft smut con enzo donde sea muy fácil para el manejarla durante el sexo, ejemplo yo tengo tetas promedio para mi cuerpo y YO SE que se verían chiquitas en las manos de el 🥺 (si podes hacer que el sea muy verbal seria hermoso)

TE AMO LU ❤️

Kinktober, Día 1: Size Kink

Enzo recorre la casa descalzo, vestido únicamente con el pantalón que utiliza para dormir, buscándote luego de descubrir tu lugar en la cama vacío. Las luces están aún apagadas, pero no las necesita; ya conoce cada rincón de su hogar y también puede guiarse por los sonidos provenientes de la cocina.

El calor de sus manos en tus hombros y un beso en tu cabello son un silencioso “buenos días”. Besa también tu mejilla y luego rodea tu pecho con sus brazos -su torso desnudo irradiando calor- para desaparecer cualquier centímetro de distancia entre su cuerpo y el tuyo, ignorándote cuando te quejás porque descansa todo su peso en vos.

-¿Qué hacés despierta tan temprano?- pregunta con voz ronca luego de bostezar.

-Quería prepararte el desayuno.

Sonríe contra tu mejilla.

-Te ayudo.

-Puedo sola- insistís-, podés volver a…

La sensación de su erección contra tu espalda provoca que un placentero escalofrío te recorra. Enzo ríe, más que consciente de lo que desencadenó con ese simple roce, empujándote contra el mármol sin pensarlo y tomando tu cintura entre sus manos.

-¿Qué dijiste?

Concentrarte es difícil cuando sus dedos comienzan a ejercer presión, masajeándote sobre la camisa de tu pijama, pero se vuelve imposible una vez que sentís el palpitar de su miembro. Decide utilizar la oportunidad -la forma en que te rendís contra él, dejándote hacer- para cubrirte con su cuerpo, inclinándose para poder besar tu cuello y capturando entre sus manos todo lo que puede tomar.

Cuando dejás caer tu cabeza sobre su pecho una de sus manos se desliza hacia tu centro, colándose por debajo de tu ropa interior, mientras la otra juega con tu pecho izquierdo. Sus dedos recorren tus pliegues cada vez más húmedos y cuando rozan tu clítoris gemís con fuerza, completamente perdida en el calor de sus manos, sus besos y la forma en que embiste contra tu espalda.

-Mirá cómo estás...- susurra contra tu piel. Deja de tocarte para colocar su mano frente a tu rostro, enseñándote el brillo de tu excitación y los hilos que esta forma cuando separa sus dedos; desabotona tu camisa, exponiendo tus pechos que suben y bajan con tu respiración ya agitada, sólo para poder manchar tu piel con tu humedad y pellizcar tus pezones.

Intentás evitar el contacto, pero es en vano. Enzo es más fuerte.

-Duele.

-¿Sí? ¿Te duele?- pregunta en tono burlón. Un patético sollozo deja tus labios y él decide tener compasión, regalándote otro beso y cubriendo tus pechos (cree que están hinchados y se pregunta en qué momento de tu ciclo estás) con sus manos para brindarte un poco de calor-. Me encantan tus tetitas, ¿sabías? Me encantás.

Te obliga a voltear y te sujeta por las axilas para levantarte, sin tener que hacer mucho esfuerzo, sentándote sobre el mármol frío y posicionándose entre tus piernas rápidamente. Observás las venas que decoran sus brazos, el tamaño de sus manos y sus dedos sobre tus muslos, el contorno de su erección y su glande brillante, preso entre la cintura del pantalón y su estómago.

Cuando separás aún más las piernas, en una especie de invitación que no necesita, libera rápidamente su miembro y tira de tu ropa interior hasta rasgar el algodón. Jadeás, sorprendida y tan excitada como para olvidar indignarte por el acto, desesperada por sentirlo en tu interior.

-No- advierte cuando lo tomás entre tus manos, masturbándolo lentamente y bañando su extensión con la humedad que brota de su punta. Está igual o más desesperado, extrañando y necesitando tu cuerpo desde que despertó, pero sabe que necesitás preparación-. Todavía no.

-Enzo...

-Después vas a llorar porque te duele- explica con una mezcla de preocupación y arrogancia. Besa tu mejilla y cuando vuelve a hablar su voz es más dulce-. Dejame cuidarte, ¿sí?

Lleva sus dedos desde tu entrada goteante hasta tu clítoris y viceversa, empapando tus pliegues con tu excitación y emitiendo un grave sonido de aprobación cada vez que dejás escapar un gemido. Introduce sólo su dedo medio y tus paredes cálidas parecen succionarlo, exigiéndole más, pero su ritmo permanece igual.

-Estás muy apretada- dice cuando encuentra tu mirada. Tus pupilas están dilatadas y una lágrima amenaza con derramarse cuando un segundo dedo tantea tu entrada-. ¿Cómo te la voy a meter, eh?

Respirás de manera temblorosa. Humedecés tus labios. Pensás.

-Más.

-¿Querés más?- asentís frenéticamente-. ¿Más qué?

Intentás contestar pero, en lugar de palabras, de tus labios escapa un sonido mitad grito-mitad gemido, débil y quebradizo, ya que en ese preciso momento introduce otro dedo. Mordés tus nudillos, recordando que los vecinos podrían escucharlos y quejarse, pero Enzo retira tu mano mientras te observa con una intensidad desbordadora.

Todavía no estás lista, grita la voz cuerda y sensata en su mente, pero él no puede esperar más. Retira sus dedos lentamente y se los lleva a la boca para probar tu esencia, complacido por la forma en que llorás ante su gesto; con una mano te desliza sobre el mármol hasta que estás peligrosamente cerca del borde, completamente a su merced.

-¿Querés que te la meta?

-Sí- contestás y él arquea una ceja, expectante-. Sí, por favor, Enzo.

Contemplan juntos la imagen entre tus piernas: el tamaño de su miembro comparado con tu pequeña entrada, el contraste entre su mano y la tuya -tus dedos separando tus pliegues para poder ver más y mejor-, la forma en que su otra mano te sujeta firmemente por el muslo. El panorama te hace gemir de desesperación.

Cuando por fin comienza a penetrarte mordés tu labio en un intento de reprimir cualquier sonido de dolor, pero él te conoce mejor que nadie y sabe de memoria todas tus tácticas. Mueve su cadera lentamente, con estocadas casi milimétricas, permitiéndote acostumbrarte a la intrusión.

Sólo lleva unos centímetros, mucho menos de la mitad, cuando tus músculos comienzan a contraerse por tu orgasmo. La expresión de placer en tu rostro es un poema que contiene vergüenza y timidez, pero Enzo te sonríe para consolarte -una sonrisa de puro orgullo, comprendés- y comienza a jugar con tu clítoris para hacerte delirar.

-Qué linda que sos- dice entre jadeos mientras los espamos aún sacuden tu cuerpo. Besa tus labios fugazmente-. ¿Querés que te lleve a la cama...?

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