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[ladyelissarose]

‘Beautiful Baby’

Miguel O’Hara x female girlfriend reader

‘Reader speaks Spanish’

Summary; After coming back from a rough ‘Girls Night’ with your friends, you try to keep strong and not cry after everything they told you.. and Miguel wouldn’t know anyways.. he wasn’t there.. but Spider-Man was around indeed. And unbeknownst to you, Miguel and Spider-Man understood Spanish- Very well.

Warnings: lots of Spanish, but everything is translated. hurt/comfort. mean friends- ‘kinda going through a thing so yeah’ Sm- SMUT!! NSFW 18+!! Some public sex. Miguel giving it all to you in pleasure ;) Spanish words Ah e translations in parentheses. Enjoy ;)

Mostly darkness surrounded your- Miguel and your’s apartment when you walked in, only the bright city lights of the NYC night brightened it up a bit.. letting you see your walkway clearly. Silence filled the your little safe haven, only your feet hitting the floor was what could be heard, along with the little sniffles you let out from crying all the way home in the taxi. But you did your best to quiet them down so Miguel wouldn’t hear you, you knew his sorta spider senses could pick it up if he was home. But you were sure he wasn’t, but either way you knew he’d question you about it… and you weren’t ready to admit he was right, even with the tears steaming down your face.

Miguel had told you not to go on that ‘Girls Night’ date your friends had set up, but you were eager because it had been a while sense you girls got out of high school and started your new, different lives, plus you thought he was being delusional about them being different perhaps and not the same, cute girlies as before. But… he wasn’t being delusional.. he was right.. as your memory recalled tonight painful events. The most hurtful words they told you engraved in your head.

—-

“Oh, estoy segura de que sería una mejor chica para él… I’d be a better fuck probably-“ (Oh I'm sure I'd be a better girl for him)

“Have you seen how big he is? Estoy segura de que podría llevarnos a dos a la vez..” (I'm sure he could take us two at once)

“¿Cómo podría estar contigo? Debe ser ciego.” ( How could he be with you? Must be blind.)

“You’re probably just a stupid fuck-toy to him girly, Nunca puedes ser lo suficientemente buena para él.”

(You can never be good enough for him.)

In that moment you had wished some God had heard your cries for them to stop, or for someone to say something otherwise.. but for now your felt ignored and hurt..

——

Tears came down again as you walked into your dark room, not expecting to yelp at the large shadow that stood in front of the large windows in your room. Miguel was supposed to be out all night, crime-fighting the city as he usually did, not back home just a few hours later. Your hand rested above your erratic beating heart as you turned the bed side lamp on, and there he was… standing in his tight shorts he wore under his suit.

Had it been any other time you would’ve jumped him and not let him leave you until you both were well spent, you’d be insulting him if you said he ‘just’ looked ‘good’. But he was magnificent, body sculpted like a god, his messy hair that had a rebellious strand on his face, chiseled jawline and sharp eyes… he was perfect-

But-

You frowned in confusion at his presence instead, not wanting to face his beauty with your messed up self, but before you could ask anything, he spoke out,

“Cómo estuvo tu noche?” (How was your night?)

Shock took over you, making you drop your heels with your jaw slacked a bit open… you didn’t know Miguel spoke Spanish- perfect Spanish. He only spoke to you in English and when you occasionally did use Spanish, he always pretended to not know unbeknownst to you.

You then swallowed down the shock and played the pretend game as you lied,

“It went… perfectly well actually-“

"Crees que soy estúpido?" (Do you think I’m stupid?)

Your eyes went wide like baseballs as your breath hitched.

'What the fuck?-'

"Estoy hablando contigo." (I’m talking to you.)

You only moved your head as you shook it, signifying that you were saying no. But he didn't take that as he growled softly,

"Usa tus palabras.” (Use your words)

Your eyes still didn’t dare to meet his that were probably red already, with anger perhaps, maybe hatred? So you kept them low as you replied,

“No sir-“

“Nuh-uh uh… como les hablaste a ellos, me hablas a mí. en español. Ahora, sigue amor.” (Like how you spoke to them, you speak to me. In Spanish. Now, go on love.)

You fiddled with the hem of your dress and gulped, still in shock he spoke another language- very hotly in fact.

“No señor.” (No sir.)

Miguel noticed that you were growing nervous, legs shaking and your hands couldn’t stop moving. He didn’t want you to feel nervous, but he wanted you to understand the depth of how serious this is.

The mistreatment towards you and how you took it like you deserved it, or like it was something ok and normal? His heart couldn’t take it, how could someone as sweet and gentle as you be treated so poorly? And then you did nothing about it, instead you showed fear and submission to it.

And that pissed him off, your lack of confidence and belief that you’re not worthy or good enough, after all this time that he’s showered you with love and assurance, never ending loving words that could drown you, touches that only he gave and wished were carved into your skin by this time.

Miguel walked up to you slowly, his muscles rippling with every step he took. You couldn’t deny how beautiful of not ridiculously hot he was, but you were still nervous, and it evidently showed. And he didn’t miss how you were moving uncomfortably in your place, and your eyes darting to his hands and pace nervously. But he kept that thought aside but not far, as he proceeded to do talking first.

“Segura? Entonces esas lágrimas no son reales? No estás llorando porque esas chicas te hicieron sentir como basura?”

(You sure? So those tears aren't real? You're not crying because those girls made you feel like trash?)

Heavy stones sat in your throat, you wanted to cry, because of course, you were caught lying because he was around, hearing you let yourself be mistreated.

You then tried to turn it on him to serve justice to your bubbling emotions as you questioned,

“You were-“

“En Español..” (In Spanish)

You groaned and replied in perfect Spanish, sense that was what he wanted,

“Me estabas espiando-“ (You were spying on me)

“No, te estaba viendo dejarte maltratar y estoy decepcionado-“ (No, I was watching you let yourself be mistreated and I'm disappointed)

You rolled your eyes trying to fight the pain of how true it was and how Miguel was disappointed in you because of it. But you none the less argued back,

“Ellas solo estaban siendo tontos y yo estaba siendo estúpida-“ (They were just being silly and i was being stupid)

Again with the demeaning yourself- and that set him off. His eyes glowed brighter as he took another step closer to you and expressed his anger in it,

“What? Why are you talking about yourself like that-“

Ok you were not doing this, you weren’t ready to commit to the fact that you were better, because right now you didn’t feel like it at all, regardless of what someone else said or did- so you thought.

So you then stood up straight and stopped his speech before it went on,

“I’m not hearing this, I’m tired and you have a city that’s more important to worry about than my insecurities. Goodnight Miguel.”

With that you took a good few steps away from Miguel, ready to hide and break fully.

It’s not that you were afraid to cry in front of Miguel, but this situation with your self and those words was something so repetitive and harmful, and you didn’t know how to fight it, sometimes it even scared you. You knew Miguel would slay them all or anyone who dared to touch you, to keep you and the heart he chased safe. And the last thing you wanted was more problems… as it is they think you don’t deserve him.

You had barely reached the door to touched the knob when a large hand held your waist and turned you around, pushing your back against the door. A gasp left your lips at the sudden gesture, and your eyes beheld Miguel’s form as he stood in front and over you, his height and broad, muscled body covering you entirely. His hand left your waist after giving a squeeze, wordlessly telling you, ‘stay there’.

Then slowly both his hands trailed up the door and held their place next to your head, caging you in. The whole time you two held eye contact, refusing to let go or even blink, the tension was really high, along with everything else you two felt for one another. You still felt emotional, very in fact as your eyes burned and your heart would clench in hurt, the desperation to cry was clawing you painfully, eager to escape with a heavy sob. But you bit your lip and held Miguel’s gaze, hoping to find strength for yourself through his eyes of honey and undeniable firmness. With a calm voice he stared into your soul, and asked,

“You know who you are.. right?”

You almost rolled your eyes as you sighed,

“I’m-“

“My beautiful baby.. and that’s it. No more or less... you’re not just a fuck-toy. Because I make love to you, every god damn time.”

How Miguel saw you like this confused you, you honestly believed you were not good enough for him, in any way. Tears started to prickle in your eyes, so immediately you shook your head and mumbled,

“I don’t think so.”

Slightly you pushed him away by the shoulder but just enough to give you space to go out the door, not willing once again to accept his truth. But once again you were met against Miguel when he lifted you by the waist and carried you away from the door, muttering,

“If you don’t want to learn I’ll teach you how important you are to me- the city can wait.”

“Miguel put me down!!”

You were being a bit rebellious although you were curious as to what he’d do, so eventually you let yourself be carried, but dead weight. Although Miguel never struggled a bit or didn’t even change his calm breathing, you worked like a feather to him. He just went on to open the large window doors you had that pointed towards the bright city and brought you out to the balcony. Your eyes were met with the tall skyscrapers that stood before you, glistening in brights lights from the city below, you sucked a deep breath at its magnificent beauty but were yanked out of thought when you felt the cool air of the city hit your skin. Miguel’s warm hands trailed down your back as he took off your dress gently, and let it pool at your feet. With one arm he lifted you up and kicked the dress away, so you wouldn’t trip as he walked you to the edge of the balcony. He kissed your head and neck as he skimmed his hands over the waistline of your panties, then dipped his fingers in and pressed into your pussy, groaning with satisfaction,

“You’re already all wet huh beautiful baby? At least your pussy is cooperating with me-“

You gasped at his words but were cut short,

“Miguel- Ohh fuck! Ah s’full..”

You were already soaking wet from how much his words had aroused you, that he had slid in fully super easily. You didn’t even know when he lost the shorts as he pressed his bare hips against your ass, taking you in. You held onto the metal rail as you whined, feeling two of his thick fingers press your clit firmly as he egged you on,

“I’m gonna make you come on my cock and fingers, and let the city hear how gorgeous you are.. show them that you’re worthy of me, my fingers.. and my fucking cock-“

“Ah baby- m-more..”

Miguel had started to pump you slowly and rub circles on your clit, building up that aching pleasure down there where you both connected, but you were to focused on the city around and below you shining and probably listening, that you couldn’t focus on the pleasure increasing.

You the closed your eyes and put your head down, letting low to no moans escape your lips as you tried to shy away, even though you felt as if you could scream, Miguel was hitting and touching you just right at once. But the insecurity of you being heard while fucked by this gorgeous God-sculpted man had you shrinking slowly,. But Miguel caught on, and gave you a firm thrust, causing you to choke on a moan,

“Ah Miguel- please!!”

He smiled to himself at hearing your voice crying out to him, and tears were beginning to form in your eyes for how hard he started ramming into you, hitting that right spot that had you curling your toes, it wasn’t painful- hell no it was euphoric and full of pleasure. Miguel kissed your eyes and chuckled lowly,

“Please what hermosa? Hm?”

You tried to form words, but he had made you so cock drunk, it only came out as moans and incoherent pleas for him to go on, but Miguel slowed down a bit when you couldn’t answer right away. That warmth in your belly that was growing into a flame was now slowly dissipating all because of him, it had you clawing at his back and whimpering desperately,

“No no no!! D-Don’t- ohh!! Don’t slow down!!”

At your words Miguel’s hips completely stopped moving, but he laid his thumb right on your clit, and perfectly drew small circles against it, with a good enough pressure to keep you going- but not enough to get you off immediately. You had tried to move your hips against his hand to grab more friction for your aching cunt, but he instantly held your hip down and growled next to your ear,

“Desesperada eh?” (Desperate huh?)

You turned your face and teasingly kitten licked his temple, smirking to yourself when his cock twitched in you emitting a small moan from his throat.

“I’ll literally rail you until all you know and say is that you’re my beautiful baby, my girl.”

His arm snaked around you and covered your waist as he leaned you over the balcony fence, so it wouldn’t hurt you, or bruise you. Maybe he was a rough lover, but god damn only he could make those bruises, not anything else, he’d break it if it did. Miguel held you tightly and used his other hand to come up at your throat, to hold your chin high so you’d never bow your head down to a city that could never shine brighter than you.

Kisses were given on your neck and a soft bite to your ear lobe, as Miguel cooed,

“You’re mine hermosa… my beautiful baby..”

You moaned out as you felt his large, veiny length re-enter into your pussy slowly, letting you know with every inch taking place in you, that he was yours and you.. were entirely his. You have felt him so many times, as he loved to claim you and you lived for taking him, but it always felt like a first and better each time, the experience wasn’t ever the same… it was a different beautiful love story being told every time.

Once he fully seated into you, he held his place and squeezed your hips, letting a deep groan emit from his lips, the vibration of it being felt on your back as he was pressed impossibly on top of you. You sighed contentedly as you could feel him press the tip of his cock right at your cervix, you knew the minute he’d start, he’d be hitting that perfect spot every time.. it make your knees weak and you rub your ass on him for more. But he stopped you as he spoke lovingly yet with that authoritative tone,

“I’m going to let everyone know how beautiful you are.. hm? Let the city see you but they can’t touch?”

He made you feel so bold, it had you spilling out confidence,

“If I’m who you say I am.. let them.”

“Of course you are.”

He then ripped off your lacy bra and panties, putting you on full display before going back to thrusting into you. This time you let your moans come out freely and your eyes watched the city around you, maybe they heard you, but you couldn’t care, not when you were safe in Miguel’s arms and you were his beautiful baby.

Sense you had been edged to a close release earlier before it had been taken away, you were quickly clawing back to it faster than you expected, making you cry out to Miguel as you reached for his hair and pulled on it,

“Miguel!-“

“Ya se- me to! AH!! Hold on!” (I know)

He moaned into your ear as he pulled you away from the balcony, and lifted you up, bouncing you on his cock as he walked you two back to your bed. Before he laid you down he turned you around so easily like if you weighed like a feather, and dropped your back onto the cold sheets. Your high was so on the edge into bursting like a firework it had you crying and ushering him onto you again,

“Please Miguel I need you!! Oh fuck me please-“

Miguel placed a sloppy open mouthed kiss to your lips and pulled away, watching a string of saliva follow between you too, as he asked you one last time,

“Who are you hermosa?”

You whined at his question as you were feeling overwhelmed, your hand held onto Miguel’s thick arm tightly while you used the other to wipe your tears as you hiccuped,

“Please Mig-“

His claws ran up your thighs and pulled them up slowly as he shook his head and repeated with more purpose,

“Who. Are. You. Hermosa?”

He then gently laid your legs over his shoulders, and held onto them there as he patiently waited for your answer, and you knew he’d stayed rock hard in you all day waiting for your answer.. over just taking you for himself and forgetting what he wanted from you. So to give him the clarity he wanted and you needed, you took a deep breath and narrowed your eyes at him, pushing your hips closer to his as you seductively said,

“I’m your beautiful baby.”

As if he had won the billion dollar lottery, Miguel wore a smile that was brighter than the sun, as he pulled out from you slowly, but rapidly slammed into you with a groan,

“Right- AH! Fuckinnn answer hermosa..”

He then leaned over you and pressed you tightly between the bed and himself, your feet practically next to your head as Miguel embraced your body close to his.

Your hand snaked around his neck while the other locked itself into his thick hair, ready to pull it as you wished. Miguel placed a deep kiss to you lips as he relished in the feeling of your warm walls squeezing him tightly like a vice, so hungry to milk him for all he had.

Pussy throbbing and clenching around him had you almost ready to beg for some kind of friction, until all those thoughts went away when he ferociously began to ram into you. His tip kissing your cervix every time had your toes curling, he was so big in your tight pussy you could feel his thick veins run up and down in you as he pumped roughly.

His low groans soon turned into desperate moans as he didn’t relent his pace, he kissed your neck before placing a deep bite with his fangs right on your pulse point, he controlled his venom to not be released, but he sure left his mark there on you. You pulled his hair and threw your head back when you felt your high building up, the tingling feeling in your lower belly only getting stronger and it only got better as Miguel rubbed his pelvis against your pussy at every thrust.

You were absolutely overwhelmed with Miguel, his chest pressed against yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his face hiding in your neck, his warm breath hitting your skin, the sweet words of honey that made your heart melt, and his moans that brought you closer to your peak, and lastly but not least.. his cock driving into you wildly like no other.

His frame was much larger than yours, he was 6’9 and you of course were no where close to that, leaving you small in his arms, but it made it all more blissful and comforting in his hold. His thick dark hair had become a great pull for when he’d hit that gummy spot in you, egging on your desperation for more of what he could give.

Your hand left his shoulders as you realized your nails had dug into his skin quiet harshly, almost drawing blood. You reached out above you and gripped the sheets, pulling on them as you squealed,

“Ah!! Miguel- please! I’m close!!”

The most pornographic moan left his lips at your words, it sounded so good yet it was the most sinful thing you’ve probably ever heard. His hand left your hip and took yours off the sheets, exchanging your hold on it to his instead, your fingers intertwining in a tight yet promising grip in his large hand.

He growled deeply while nodding,

“I- Fuck!! Ay coño- come with me my beautiful baby. I’m so c-close!”

Miguel then pulled his face from your neck and leaned his forehead on yours, swallowing your cries with a searing kiss, before demanding,

“Come on baby.. tell me who you are- ah! Fuck- that’s all I want to here baby.”

Maybe your head was full of only Miguel, his cock, and the pleasure, but you nonetheless moaned against his lips,

“I! Ohh fuck- I’m your beautiful baby.. just y-yours!! Ah harder baby-“

“Then tell me again- ohh mama- go on.”

Hips rutting into yours harder was making tears collect in your eyes, and now screaming as you felt your release hitting its peak.

“Oh- I’m yours!! Beautiful baby- all AH!! Miguel- please I’m coming- mmph!!”

His lips took yours again as his rhythm began to falter a bit, stuttering his beat as he began to come with you. Moans synchronizing into one melody as you both rode your highs, letting it ride long as you were in paradise, never wanting it to end.

Finally you sighed out, needing air as it had been taken from Miguel, your high finally and fully dissipated, but you’ve never felt so satisfied and complete. Chest heaving and rubbing against his, you closed your eyes and relaxed into the sheets, letting go of Miguel’s hand and shoulder and letting your arms fall and spread out.

Miguel smiled at your blissed state and he could’ve sworn that he’s never seen a more gorgeous sight, you were heavenly and all his. You had stayed quiet for a bit, trying to catch your breath and calm your crazy heart beat, with slight concern Miguel came close to your forehead and spoke through kisses,

“Hermosa? Are *kiss* you *kiss* ok? *kiss*”

Slowly you nodded and did your best to reply,

“Hmm-utiful.. yours.. hm beau’ful..”

At your response Miguel couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips, he felt proud of himself, yet more proud of you.

You were definitely cock drunk and had been seriously railed until you only knew the words he told you to repeat over and over, so you could only think of that if someone ever told you less.

But that was his goal, he never wanted to hear any negative words about yourself come out of your mouth again, and if they did… he’d make sure he’d be there to tell you different, in many ways until you believed him.

Miguel kissed your head and wiped the rest of your tears away as he carefully pulled out, shushing your little whines with sweet coos sense you were sensitive. The warmth of his body left yours for a few seconds before it came back, with a warm washcloth to clean you up.

Gentleness was in his every move and his reassuring smile and attentiveness to your needs had you weak even more for him. He was always such a stern man for reasonable reasons, but with you, he was the most gentle giant you had ever known.

Once he was finished he cleaned himself up and tossed the cloth to the corner basket before wrapping and clinging himself onto you.

He moved you to rest on top of him, your head right over his heart, and his hand gently rubbing up and down your back, comforting himself with you well spent and in his arms. The whole time he knew you were up, as your traced heart shapes on his chest, he could feel them.

So he gave himself the opportunity to shower you with encouraging words, reminding you of your worth and how much he loved you.. he even went as far out of his comfort zone to say that you and him should have a day where you took cute pictures (well he said sexy and provocative but you said maybe one thing at a time) and you could post them on your social media and he’d do the same on his, letting everyone know how gorgeous you were and how worthy you were to have him.

You agreed to the suggestion and thanked him for always being the best, and loving you truly in every way.

“Thank you Miguel.. I’m sorry for-“

“Being my beautiful girl? I know.. me too, cause you’re stuck with me forever.”

You giggled and pecked his cheek,

“I love you so much..”

A genuine smile that had a hint of a pride in it found it’s way on Miguel’s lips, which you kissed fully before laying back down and curling into his sweet hold. You knew he wouldn’t let you apologize for something he felt wasn’t necessary, so you took his words of assurance instead and fell asleep, utterly full of him and his love for you.

When Miguel felt you go limp and you had stopped tracing, he cuddled you closer to his chest and pressed your head against him, as he pecked your head and bid you goodnight,

“Goodnight my beautiful baby.. I love you so much more..”

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A Sweet Whiskey (Part 3/3)

Jake Lockley x f!Reader Story (sfw)

Words: 2,735

Inspired by “Too Sweet” by Hozier (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Summary: You spend a night out with Jake Lockley!

It was Tuesday night, a night that you had been excited for, with a slight ofit a worry spread about. You were waiting in your car near the Moonfinder wt bar, it was 7:40 pm, and you were waiting till 8:00 to enter the bar, you came early not only because it is a habit but also to see if you could spot Lockley, last time he came early than you and caught you by surprise. Yet, you wayou only saw someone leaving the bar in a slightly drunken haze. 

It was 8:00 pm when you entered the bar, where you spotted Lockley chatting with the bartender, with a small smile. You approached him slowly, and when you were a few inches away, he quickly turned back and invited you to sit with his head. You sit right next to him, he has a slight cologne smell, it isn’t overpowering, and it is nice.

“You ready?” He said

“Yep!” You reply

He stands up, offering his hand to help you up, he kept holding your hand as he took you to his black taxi cab, and opening the passenger side for you. You thank him. The car has a slight tobacco smell. When Lockley entered the car, you stopped him from starting the car, you had a question for him.

“Before we begin, what do you mean exactly by spending the night with you.” You ask

“Don’t worry, I don’t one-night stands with beautiful women.” He said

“That’s not what I-“ You said

He chuckles softly,

“I know, I just going to show you the nightlife of the town, you just going join me for a few rides and a surprise or two.” He said

“A surprise?” You said

“You’ll just have to see,” he said

“I don’t like surprises.” You said

“I bet, but hey don’t stress about it, they aren’t too big anyways.” He said

“Alright…” You said

Lockley then started to start his car and drive, to pick up his first customer.

The first person he picked up wamiddle-aged-age man with dark brown hair and stubbles around his chin, he smiled when he saw Jake, and gave where he wanted to go to him.

“Lockley, ¿lo has estado haciendo bien? No te he visto en mucho tiempo.” the man said

“Tan bien como puedo, he estado ocupado con with padre arrastrándome a todas partes .” Lockley replied

The man looked at you and spoke,

“¿Esta es tu novia contigo?”

“No, solo un amigo que no tiene experiencia en la vida nocturna, mostrarles los alrededores es todo.” Lockley replied

“Veo, por cierto, he escuchado algunos rumores sobre un cierto grupo que se está volviendo”. The man said

“¿Rumores? ¿Qué has oído?” Lockley asked

“Sabes, Jordon, aparentemente pasaba por un sitio de construcción por la noche mientras caminaba a casa, y vio a esos monstruos cerca de un incendio, cantando alguna mierda extraña o algo así.” The man replied

“Hm, cualquier otra cosa, y qué sitio de construcción...” Lockley asked

“Es el sitio de construcción cerca del bar Wevin, el que está construyendo esos hoteles baratos. Hay una cosa más que también escuché, el propietario de Westpeak ha estado recibiendo muchos pedidos de armas de alta clase, armas que se sabe que el grupo usa.” The man said

“Es bueno saberlo, gracias por la información.” Lockley said

“Anything for you Lockley!” The man replied

You didn’t understand what they were saying, creating a slightly uncomfortable feeling, the only thing you can tell is that this man must be a friend of Lockley by the way they talked. It took about four more minutes till Lockley dropped off the man and then turned to you,

“Sorry, Sami is a good friend of mine, yet he only speaks Spanish, don’t mean make feel uncomfortable of course.”

“Oh no, it’s fine!” You said, slightly surprised that he even noticed

He shortly picks someone else after, it was a black-haired female, who looked like they just attended a punk-rock concert. She smiled at Jake.

“Jake! What have you been up to, haven’t seen you around much!” She said

“Just had some issues with my hermanos, that’s all.” He replied

“Ah~ I see, and who is this?” She said

“This is (y/n), I’m just showing what nightlifelife is like.” He said

“He quite charming huh? Don’t worry about him, he is a good guy.” She said toward you

“June…” He said under his breath

“What you are! I still remember you helping me with my creepy ex!” She said

“Creepy ex?” You ask

“Yeah, a year ago, I was been stalked by my old ex, he finally made a move when I was alone waiting for a cab, he started movtoog to close for comfort, and trying to grab me, that is when Jakey here came in and beat him up, scaring him away from me!” She said

“He saved you,” You said, reminding you of how he also saved you

“Yep, I have been hanging around him ever since, or at least when I need a ride, he is my go-to!” She said

You chat a bit more before Jake drops her off. After Jake drove around two more people, he also seemed close to, he stopped when a soft breeze seemed to pick around the car. Lockley looked annoyed, he let out a sigh, before excusing himself and leaving the car. You could see him out of the front windshield, seemingly talking to someone with a glare in his eyes, it took barely a minute before he turned to the car, and came back.

“Sorry, slight change of plans.” He said

“What happened?” You asked

“My other “job” as you put it, requires my services.” He said

“Your killing job…” You said

“Yes, look I can drive you home, it will be bloody, and I doubt you want to see that.” He said

He was right, but you were determined to stay up the whole night with him.

“It’s fine, I’ll come along.” You said

“You might get hurt.” He said

“I’ll be safe, don’t worry.” You said

“Hm…” He said

Lockley thought for a minute, before starting up his car again and driving.

“Look we are going to a nearby warehouse, where a bunch of cultish freaks are, I am going go on, perform my task and I will be out. I would prefer if you stayed in the car.” He said

“Ok,” You said

“I’ll give you my keys, just in case anything happens alright.” He said

“Be careful, these guys are smart, and cruel.” He said

“Have you fought them before?” You ask

“Once, one my hermanos has more experience with them.” He said

“Your brother? I thought they weren’t involved with your job.” You ask

“Ah- it’s complicated.” He said

“When it comes to your contracted killitg is always seems complicated.” You said

Lockley chuckles,

“Now that’s a better way to describe it.”

It was a twelve minute drive, when you arrive at the warehouse, though it seemed empty, apparently a whole group of people were inside. Lockley handed you his keys, telling you to keep your head down, you saw through the window as he entered the warehouse, he had his “costume” on, it happened in a blink of an eye, either he was a fast dresser or maybe something magical. Which wouldn’t surprise you too much.

It had been far too long, what you expect to be less than ten minutes, had been now thirty minutes. The warehouse was more creepily silent than before, and a bad feeling sat in your gut. You suddenly spotted someone coming towards the car, you hoped it was Lockley, but the closer they came, the more you knew it wasn’t. The person wore a long red cloak that completely covered them. Your heart started to race and felt yourself starting to freeze, you took a deep breath, the smell of Jake’s cologne mixed with tobacco still lingered in the air, bringing you a sense of calm. You quickly opened the car door and bolted, the person in the cloak didn’t seem to care, you suddenly felt stupid for not locking the door, and you were too far away now to lock it.

The thoughts in your mind were all about Lockley being in danger or trouble, he seems powerful but anyone can be caught off-guard. You didn’t know anyone who you could call to help, he doesn’t seem like a man who has good relations with any law enforcement. The only person who could possibly help is you, despite the danger it will bring.

While sneaking back to the warehouse, you saw the same cloaked figure, sitting dead by the trunk, you slowly approached them, to see the trunk had some sort of broken glass that used to hold something. The person's face was red, you took a deep breath before removing the cloak placing it on yourself, and locking the doors of the car.

You step softly into the warehouse, where you see twenty or so other people all dressed in the same red cloak, all gathered around someone. You approach to see them all around, something in a different type of cloak with a black interior. You recognize it as Lockley, he looked around at everyone with a glare. Suddenly, a figure wearing a longer red cloak with a falcon head on his head, came out and started speaking,

“This man is the avatar of Khonshu, the god of the moon,” They said

“Khonshu?” You wondered

“We must rid the world of this avatar and his god, they stand in the way of Ra’s return!

A strong wind started to pick up in the warehouse,

“Ra calls out to us!” They said

“Gilipolleces” Lockley spat out

“He is lying to you all!” Lockley said

“I’m no liar!” They said

“Ra can’t return to you,” Lockley said

“Then why has he chosen me as his avatar and told me to free him.” They said

“You’re being tricked by the God Set,” Lockley said.

“You don’t know what you saying!” They said

“My fellow followers of Ra, do what you must to dispose of this cretin.” They said

“Shitshitshitshit,” You thought, “what the hell are you supposed you to do.”

Multiple followers began coming closer to  Lockley with all sorts of tools, from knives, to screwdrivers, all sharp and pointy. They began stabbing into the white suit causing it to leak a blood red, Lockley started swearing at them. It was a lot to witness, you yelled out

“No!”

All eyes turned to you, you had to think quickly.

“No, none of these tools will do, besides using such a simple tool to do it, seems disrespectful to Ra himself!” You bullshitted

“Yes, yes… you make a point dear follower, at dawn, we shall burn him alive.” The leader said

This caused a cheering to surround you and a deep glare from Lockley.

“Take him away, and we will wait till dawn!” The leader shouted

You quickly joined in taking him away, they threw him in a smmakeshifthift cell, where they injected him with some liquid and he let out a small curse. You and someone else were left for the first shift of guarding.

You had to get this other guard away somehow, as you trying to think of something, but conveniently they excuse themselves to use the loo. You quickly jump into action,

“Lockley! Are you alright?” You ask

“Shit! Is that you (Y/N), what are you doing!” He said

“I was worried, I- how can I help you escape!” You ask

“It would be better if you go home.” He said

“No, I can’t let you get any more hurt!” You said

“Fine… look just get the keys and please be careful.” He said

“Ok, I will be.” You said

The other guard came back, and you then excused yourself to the loo. You walked around the warehouse, you wanted to find the leader, they may have the keys. You walked into many empty rooms and were about to walk into another one when you heard a voice coming from it, it was the leader.

“They will be killed by dawn… have I done well Ra?” They said

“Yes, Taweret’s avatar will be next!” They said

“Yes, yes I-“ They said

You suddenly shouted out, “The avatar of Khonshu has escaped.”

You saw the panic in the leader’s eye, and you quickly hid in a nearby room, as the leader rushed out. You enter his room and find the keys to the cell on his desk, you grab them and go downstairs hiding in the loo’s. You waited a couple more minutes before heading back to the cell, luckily your shift wasn’t over yet, but your fellow guard looked pissed at you. It didn’t matter now, you had the keys. You pretended to mock Lockley, as a way to get closer to the door.

“Haha, I can’t believe this is the avatar of Khonshu!” You said

Your fellow guard just smirked, but as soon he saw the keys going into the door and unlocking, he shouted out,

“What are you doing? He’s goto  to-“ he said before being cut off by a crescent dart in the throat.

“Get out of here, met me by the car!” He said

You ran out of the warehouse, as screams filled the room. Hiding out in his car, as you wait for his return.

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Five minutes later, you see him come out in a blood-stained suit. He looked terrifying.

The suit disappeared before he entered the car.

“Malditos bastardos, nan a pafor for-, “ He said, but before he could finish, you placed a hand on his shoulder, which seemed to calm him down.

“Sorry, I got you wrapped up in this shit.” He said

“It’s fine, I’m fine.” You said

He sighed, looking at the time, before saying something,

“Looks like we got time for one more thing, or do you want to head home.” He said

“I’m fine with doing one more thing.” You said

The drive to this secret thing was quiet, when you arrived there was a small lookout in the city, he invited you out of the car setting a small blanket on the ground in front of the car. You sat down next to him, and as the stars shined, he cracked open a beer and often you one, which you took.

“I just realized I never bought you that drink I promised.” You said

“It’s fine, I took you to a bar where I get drinks on the house.” He said with a small laugh

It was quiet and peaceful, before you spoke up, you had so many questions for him but found it hard to ask.

“You know I don’t how you can put your life in so much danger.”

“My life has no meaning unless I am put in danger…” He said

“That can’t be true, you seem to have a lot of friends with your driving right? You have that life.” You said

“Yeah… but I don’t know how you live so safely.” He said

“Maybe we both need to learn from each other's lifestyles.” You said

“Maybe,” He said

The sun slowly started to rise, as you felt your eyelids begin to fall.

“Hey, look I stayed up all night! Told you I could…” You said

“Yeah, nice work.” He said

You smiled, as find yourself falling asleep slowly. You could soon feel yourself being carried, and taken somewhere. The last thing you remember hearing was “How do you sleep so well?”

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When you woke up, you found yourself in a cheap hotel room, with a note near your nightstand.

“Didn’t know your address, so I paid for a room for a night, sorry, I can’t drive you back, thanks for the help, let’s meet again, shall we: xxx-xxx-xxxx, - from, Jake Lockley

You smiled softly, glad you got to met him again and know that last night helped you be a little less sweet for him.

The End

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Bonus: (aka, some lines I couldn’t fit in)

“Hey, who wants to live forever?” He says

“I still want you to be safe!” You said

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“You don’t need to pretend that you don’t want to try out the nightlife.” He said

He was right, you were curious if not a little worried.

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First Kiss

Wednesday Addams se agotó mentalmente por la cantidad de personas que circulaban por los pasillos de los stands, así que salió un momento para relajarse. Encontró una banca cerca de la entrada, se sentó en la orilla y cerró sus ojos unos instantes.

— Willa — Enid la llamó casi susurrando.

—Enid — Wednesday abrió sus ojos y giró su cabeza hacia la derecha, no sintió su presencia.

—Si quieres podemos volver a Jericó — Enid le propuso regresar, tenía un montón de bolsas encima de su regazo, consiguió la mayoría del merchandising, que deseaba. No quería ver a Wednesday tan cansada.

Wednesday vio la hora en la pantalla de su teléfono —Todavía quedan unas horas, si quieres puedes volver.

Enid dejó las bolsas a su costado derecho y sujetó las manos de Wednesday — No quiero volver sola, además estoy cansadísima, creo que la emoción de conocer a mi actriz favorita agotó todas mis energías sociales.

—¿Energía social, eso existe? — Wednesday disfrutaba del calor que emanaban las palmas de Enid a sus frías manos. 

—No sé, es un decir, tú me entiendes — Enid frotó su pulgar en el dorso de la mano izquierda de Wednesday.

— Bueno, sí tu quieres podemos volver ahora, déjame revisar el horario de los buses — Wednesday tuvo que deshacer el agarre de las manos de Enid para desbloquear su teléfono — En una hora más sale el próximo, puedes volver a visitar unos de los stands, de seguro querrás comprar algo más.

—La verdad sí, estaba indecisa en comprar un peluche que vi.

— Un unicornio supongo.

—No un dragón, el que tengo se siente solito — Enid se puso de pie — Ya vuelvo Willa — Enid volvió a dejar sola a Wednesday por unos minutos.  

Wednesday solo sonrío con la caminata de Enid, esos saltitos le daban un aire tan infantil, pero era una de las tantas cosas que le gustaba de ella.

— Listo — Enid volvió más rápido de lo que pensó Wednesday. — Mira, ¿te gusta? — Enid le mostró el dragón.  

— ¿Negro?, no desentona con tu paleta de colores.

—No, solo lo vi y me recordó al dragón de una película.

—¿Qué película? — Wednesday preguntó extrañada, hasta el momento vio un montón de películas, en todas salían animales, recordaba muy bien cada uno. Se acordaba de Mushu el dragón rojo, pero no uno negro.

—Cómo entrenar a tu dragón — Enid hizo una pausa, recordando si le había mostrado esa trilogía a Wednesday — Todavía no las ves. Ahora ya sé cuál será nuestro próximo maratón el viernes.  Wednesday permaneció en silencio, solo esperaba que no tuviera tantas canciones.

Wednesday quiso ayudar a Enid con las bolsas, pero ella se negó, recordándole la lesión de su mano.

—Puedo ocupar la otra mano.

—No, no puedes — Enid negó con la cabeza también.

—¿Por qué no?

—Por esto — Enid entrelazó sus manos y luego las subió para que Wednesday entendiera por completo la razón.

— Veo — Wednesday se sonrojó ligeramente.

Caminaron sin mayor prisa, sabían que tenía tiempo de sobra, disfrutaron del momento.

— En 15 minutos más sale nuestro autobús — Wednesday revisó su teléfono después que se bajaron del taxi.

—¿Quieres comer algo?  — Enid vio la hora en su reloj de pulsera, tenía el tiempo suficiente para comprar algo.

—Solo agua.

— Bien, espérame aquí — Enid dejó las bolsas en el suelo cerca de Wednesday y fue a comprar el agua para Wednesday, un refresco y unos sándwiches para ella.

Wednesday asintió con la cabeza.

—Listo, aquí tienes tu agua Willa — Enid llegó después de 10 minutos.

—Gracias, llegaste a tiempo — Agarró la botella fría con su mano izquierda.

Enid en respuesta le guiñó.

Ambas bebieron un sorbo, justo en ese momento anunciaban que su autobús había llegado. Volvieron a tapar las botellas y subieron al autobús.

Enid se sentó nuevamente cerca de la ventana, acomodó sus bolsas en el compartimiento de arriba a excepción del dragón, ese lo llevaría en sus brazos. Antes de iniciar su viaje comió los dos sándwiches y bebió todo su refresco. Wednesday solo bebió la mitad del contenido de la botella.

Enid acomodó su asiento para dormir, estaba exhausta, las emociones de ese día la superaron.

—Si quieres puedes apoyarte en mí — Wednesday vio que Enid intentaba encontrar una posición cómoda para dormir.

Enid de inmediato acomodó su cabeza en el hombro derecho de Wednesday y se durmió casi al instante. Wednesday se durmió unos minutos después.

— Enid — Wednesday la llamó por tercera vez, pronto llegarían a Jericó.

Enid que lentamente abrió sus ojos, se desorientó por unos segundos, después recordó donde estaban y de donde venían.

—Willa — Le sonrió.

— Pronto llegaremos — Enid miró a través de la ventana el paisaje y reconoció que faltaba muy poco para terminar su viaje.

El autobús se detuvo en la parada cerca del centro de la ciudad, ellas y algunos pasajeros más descendieron.

— ¿Qué prefieres? ¿Caminar o que pida u taxi para volver a la academia? — Wednesday una vez más vio la hora en su teléfono, eran las 20: 10.

Enid contestó casi de inmediato, porque quería extender lo que más pudiera esta cita.

— Caminar— Wednesday solo alcanzó a dar un par de pasos cuando sintió una vez más la mano cálida de Enid que sujetaba la suya.

—Ahora está mucho mejor — Enid sonrió y después miró hacia el cielo.

Enid fue la que más habló durante el trayecto, recordando lo feliz que estaba cuando pudo conversar y tomarse fotos con su actriz favorita. Wednesday solo hizo pequeños comentarios, pero en el fondo estaba feliz que su primera cita resultó como lo había planeado, incluso mucho mejor, por la reacción de Enid cuando tuvo la entrada en sus manos y los momentos antes de encontrarse con ella.

Enid se quedó en silencio cuando vio la entrada de la academia.

Esta cita tiene que tener un final perfecto. — Pensó y soltó la mano de Wednesday para mirarla.

— ¿Enid? — Preguntó con preocupación.

— Willa, quiero darte las gracias por esta grandiosa cita — Enid lo dijo con nerviosismo.

— No tienes que agradecer.

—Sí, tengo que hacerlo. — Enid dejó las bolsas en el suelo, necesitaba sus manos desocupadas. Wednesday miró con extrañeza las acciones de Enid.

—Willa, yo…  — Enid colocó con delicadeza sus manos sobre las mejillas de Wednesday, quien en un primer instante se sobresaltó por la acción, pero que no hizo ningún movimiento, porque se perdió bajó la intensa mirada de esos ojos azules que tanto adoraba.

Enid al no encontrar la menor resistencia fue acercando su rostro, para eliminar la distancia entre sus labios y los de Wednesday.

Wednesday sintió una gran emoción inundarla por completo, sobre todo en su pecho, sintió que su corazón palpitaba con fuerza y muy al contrario de lo que fue ese beso de más de un año atrás, esta vez no tuvo ninguna visión, se dejó llevar por la sensación y cerró sus ojos.

Enid sintió que los labios fríos de Wednesday fueron adquiriendo calor, mantuvo ese contacto tan deseado y tan íntimo por unos instantes más.  Se separó unos centímetros para ver la reacción de Wednesday, ella tenía los ojos cerrados, lentamente los fue abriendo.

—Enid… — Wednesday subió sus brazos y rodeó el cuello de Enid para acercarla. Ella respondió sujetándola por la cintura.  

El beso tímido se convirtió en uno que reflejaba perfectamente los sentimientos de cada una, que estaban guardado en lo profundo de sus corazones, pero que ahora podían al fin dejarlos libres, porque la otra los aceptaba completamente.

@choicesprompts

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> SUPER REVIEW ::: COMARCON 2023 <

▌║▌│[ RESEÑA DE LA COMARCON 2023 ] ▌│█║║

DISCLAIMER : esta es mi experiencia personal, no es mi responsabilidad que difiera de la tuya. lee más de una reseña antes de meterte a un evento.

DISCLAIMER 2: esta es una reseña en calidad de artista, si kieres leer acerca del evento en sí baja hasta "EL EVENTO"

BASIC INFO :: la ComarCon es un evento que se celebra en el polideportivo PALACIO DE LOS DEPORTES "TAVI Y CARMONA" en TORREVIEJA, ALICANTE, normalmente de manera anual durante el mes de abril. (en este caso, 8 y 9 de abril). se trata de un evento de carácter FAMILIAR y de ENTRADA GRATUITA.

La mesa también es gratuita A CAMBIO DE REALIZAR UNA ACTIVIDAD EN EL EVENTO.

Como en todos los eventos de fin de semana del universo hasta k se demuestre lo contrario, se podía ir a montar el viernes por la tarde, en este caso a partir de las 15:00h hasta k nos echaran a patadas (no ocurrió)

CONTEXTO PERSONAL :: Este año he puesto mesa por TERCERA VEZ en este evento, y, spoiler, he salido muy contenta en general.

Puse mesa yo sola, aunque también hay posibilidad de compartir con alguien, lo que no afecta a la actividad. Se comparta o no, es solo una actividad por mesa. En mi caso no tenía ayudante, pero los colegas k tenia en los stands contiguos me echaron un cable cada vez k necesitara ir al baño o a hacer mi actividad. (por favor llevaos a alguien)

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TRANSPORTE :: no soy de alicante, y me tuve que desplazar desde un lugar de la mancha de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme, así que pillé alsa desde mi ciudad hasta la misma torrevieja, 2h45 en bus de puro jolgorio. una vez allí, tocaba pirarse al polideportivo y mis opciones eran: AUTOBÚS O TAXI

FOTÓN mio admirando la costa de levante ★彡

cabe decir que caía en plena SEMANA SANTA así que el tema de los buses iba un poco regulero; en el maps me indicaba que tenía que coger un bus cuya parada no existía (!!!) y en la más cercana que pude encontrar no había información al respecto, y nadie de mi alrededor sabía nada. siento k en parte fue culpa mía x no mirar lo suficiente porque a la primera de cambió tiré de taxi (solo keria sentarme, montar el chiringuito y merendar u__u"), pero supongo k sin semana santa de por medio aquello sería más accesible.

este es el mapa d torrevieja, debajo está la estación de buses y donde termina la ruta del autobús inexistente está el polideportivo. creo que está a media hora caminando, que no es mucha paliza si no eres una neurótica como yo que va cargando con una maleta de 30kg, así que si vas a poner mesa te recomiendo encarecidamente que tires de uno de los taxis que hay alrededor de la estación (a mí me salió a 8€)

ALOJAMIENTO :: como ya he dicho, el evento caía en plena SEMANA SANTA así que los alojamientos estaban a precio de oro. en mi experiencia personal, siendo tres personas las que nos queríamos alojar, lo tuvimos complicado: cada vez que reservábamos un apartamento nos lo cancelaban porque "las fechas ya estaban cogidas" (ma'am...quita el anuncio), los pisos en su mayoría se salían de nuestro presupuesto, etc... pero tuvimos la suerte de terminar encontrando un apartamento bien mono a 15 mins caminando del evento x aproximadamente 46€ (3 días, 2 noches)

MONTAJE :: llegué a eso de las 5 de la tarde, y me tomó entre 1h30-2h montar la mesa. recogí mi acreditación nada más llegar y tras saludar a un par de compis que no conocía, me puse a tope con el montaje, no sin antes perderme y tener que preguntarle a 300 personas del staff dónde estaba mi mesa porque, aparentemente, no sé leer un mapa. estupidez mía aparte, todo perfecto :)

zuper montaje !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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PÚBLICO :: el público general de la comarcon son familias, padres e hijos que vienen a pasar el día (y muchos guiris, asi k prepararse el titulo d cambridge). teniendo en cuenta que vendo mierda de south park y del dream smp que la edad media del fandom son 15 años, desde luego no es mi público objetivo, pero AÚN ASÍ me fue bien. en este evento conocí a gente super simpática e hice una amiga friki de south park que también dibuja, SEGUIDLA!! nina es la mejor. solo la pude ver durante el sábado, pero me lo hizo super ameno y hablamos d to (1 beso pa ti nina)

en calidad de asistencia, el sábado vino una cantidad considerable de gente y, como en todo evento, el domingo estuvo algo desértico (por lo menos en el artist alley), pero por la tarde se animó un poco más. cabe decir que está prohibido comer en el evento, así que a la hora de comer no había demasiada gente (aunque yo hice unas cuantas ventas)

COMPAÑEROS :: aquí debajo dejo un mapa del evento + la lista de artistas. a mi izquierda estaba pistacho y a la derecha neon viscera, o sea las cerdas de mis amigas (khezu y kyomi). también estaba mi amiga clowri y tuve contacto con svartcrow, hiyo (que no puso mesa, pero ahí estaba y me alegró mucho verla), napsboo (que POR FIN lo conocí en persona), stx designs, tendencialcaos, ayakashiis, etcétera... en los artist alley de esta zona suele haber muy buen rollo, sobre todo en este tipo de eventos más pequeñicos. siempre da gusto vernos todos otra vez y ponernos al día con la vida 🚬

dibujo d la esquina de meerarts

STAFF :: respecto al staff dentro del evento, fueron muy muy simpáticos y ATENTOS! siempre había alguien dispuesto a ayudarte, y con lo gilipoyas que soy pa algunas cosas se agradece. encima, también se pasaban por nuestros stands a hablar o comprar. otra cosa que añadir es que si, en caso de que tu actividad estuviese vacía, siempre había dos o tres del staff dispuestos a llenar un par de cupos.

respecto al staff fuera del evento (con el que solo tuve contacto por mail) también muy amables y rápidos para contestar al mail :)

COMIDA Y BEBIDA :: en lo que a la bebida respecta, había gente del staff pasándose como dos veces al día con botellas grandes de agua para los artistas, me han salvado la vida fr!!!!!!!!!!!!! hiper agradecida

tema comida... los colaboradores teníamos permitido comer dentro del recinto, y bien podíamos pillar comida de panadería en una cafetería que hay en el propio polideportivo (panpizzas, empanadillas de pisto, pollo, etc, y lo demás era bollería con y sin chocolate) o mandar a alguien de recadero al mercadona que hay como a 10-15 minutos a pie. nosotros optamos por mercadona, y para demás picoteo y CAFÉS (saved my life) recurrimos a la cafetería que había allí.

TALLER :: mi actividad fue un TALLER DE GLASS PAINTING que di el domingo de 13:30h a 15:00h de la tarde =_= (efectivamente me moría de hambre) y desde mi posición de superprofe con superansiedad fue entre bien y mal.. mal por mí, porque tengo pánico escénico y el taller se me llenó a tope nivel que había hasta gente fuera pidiéndome por favor que si podían meterse sin inscripción..PANIKO EN LA DISCOTEKA

lo BUENO es que, aunque me costara explicar la técnica al principio, me hice entender y la gente salió bastante contenta del taller. os pongo fotazas:

censura pa no comprometer a nadie UWU luffy coringa d mi colega

VENTAS :: la parte que todo el mundo estaba esperando... las perras

como ya he dicho mi contenido no se corresponde absolutamente nada con el tipo de público que viene a este evento de manera general, pero aún así me voy contenta y habiendo cubierto gastos!!

Habré sacado, aproximadamente, unos +300€. la verdad es que no me he puesto a hacer cuentas y es bastante aproximado, igual son 300 y no lo sé pero son más de 300€ seguro. de beneficio habré sacado como 200€ más o menos xP [EDIT: he ºhecho cuentas y en billetes he ganado 225€ + bizum y paypal 56€ ... las monedas paso d contarlas q son un millón y encima llevaba muchas de sobra de la winter así que me es imposible conocer la cifra exacta pero puedo calcular 50€? para la próxima me lo preparo mejor i promise]

Productos más vendidos: pegatinas de gachapón, pegatinas normales, marcapáginas .. las prints un poco peor pero aún así sí que he vendido

Fandoms: south park en su grandísima mayoría, un poquito de dream smp y NADA de batman ☹

he ganado bastante menos que en el anterior salón en el que estuve, la winter freak de murcia, pero tampoco me importa mucho. lo único que quería era cubrir gastos y pasármelo bien y todo eso ha ocurrido, así que... YIPPIEEEEE!

CONCLUSIÓN ::

¿VOLVERÍA AL EVENTO? Mil veces sí. Económicamente me sale rentable, el trato es muy bueno y, aunque no sea el evento de mi vida, para sacar unos ahorros está guay. La ComarCon no me va a hacer millonaria, xro las pelas k me saco y la experiencia k me llevo merecen la pena! Eso sí, pa la prox me tengo k buscar una actividad que no me suponga un suplicio emocional y mental ajaj Dx

TIPS AND TRICKS:

LLEVAR UN ACOMPAÑANTE

En caso de que caiga en semana santa d nuevo, pillar el alojamiento con muuucha antelación

Llevar dinero extra para taxis por si acaso (esto lo recomiendo en todos los eventos porque nunca te puedes fiar del transporte público o de tu energía a la hora de transportar kg y kg de maletas, pero en este caso yo he tirado de taxi hella)

En caso de que seas un artista k hace commissions, LLEVATE MATERIAL Y TABLA DE PRECIOS!!! me he dado cuenta de k mucha gente pide comms en este evento (en todos, la verdad) pero la cosa es k a mi no me piden nunca y me han venido preguntando x( yo no hago xke en estos sitios me apetece d todo menos ponerme a dibujar y MENOS un encargo asi k si eres una d esas personas d manos y salud mental bendecidas k no le importa ponerse.....RECOMENDADO!!!!!

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fotones d este finde k os regalo ::::::

the end

[etherealreaperr]

Análisis de Giorno Giovanna

SPOILERS DE LA PARTE 5

Giorno es un personaje que suscita muchísima curiosidad al espectador. Lo primero que sabemos de él es que es un hijo perdido de Dio Brando, por lo que podía ser un posible enemigo y además formidable si desarrolla un stand. 

En el primer capítulo vemos que Giorno es un chico de 15 años despreocupado, acostumbrado a la vida de las calles. No tiene miedo de robar si es necesario o tampoco de meterse en el territorio de mafiosos. No obstante, analicemos más en detalle estas acciones. Unas turistas le piden indicaciones y un hombre se choca a propósito contra una de ellas para robarle la cartera, Giorno se da cuenta y se la roba al hombre para devolvérselo a la chica pero con unos billetes de menos. Puede resultar una acción contradictoria, pero lo más probable es que Giorno actuase por instinto y le quitó unos cuantos billetes porque necesitaba ganarse la vida. El hecho de que sean turistas indica que tenían las condiciones monetarias para viajar, por lo que unos billetes no debían importar mucho. Estoy convencida de que si hubiese sido una persona pobre, no le habría quitado ni un sólo céntimo. 

Más tarde, se puede ver cómo va al aeropuerto para buscar a alguien que se monte en el taxi, sin embargo, unos policías le pillan y él les soborna, enseñándoles de paso su extraña habilidad con la oreja. Después, al encontrarse con Luca, le dice que ya ha pagado la protección y que no piensa volver a hacerlo. Aquí se nos muestra que Giorno es una persona que va sobre la marcha, si tiene algún problema, lo soluciona en el acto, va paso por paso. 

En el capítulo siguiente se nos revela su pasado: de pequeño fue completamente desatendido por su madre. De hecho, sabemos que cuando él sólo tenía 2 años y su madre no estaba en casa porque prefería estar de fiesta, Giorno aprendió a que llorar no servía de nada porque nadie le iba a ayudar. Cuando su madre se casó con su padrastro, parecía que su vida podía comenzar otra vez pero pronto fue evidente que había salido de un pozo para meterse en otro. Su vida estaba plagada de constante negligencia y abuso. Con el paso de los años, Giorno desarrolló una personalidad retraída, observadora y calmada, prueba de su necesidad de supervivencia.*

Un niño que ha perdido toda brújula moral, que no tiene ningún adulto que le guíe o que le diga qué es lo que está bien o mal, se aferrará al primer adulto que pueda ofrecerle cariño o respeto. Así pues, cuando salvó a un mafioso por puro instinto y se ganó su respeto, Giorno vio un saliente donde apoyarse. Por lo que él había visto tanto en la calle como en casa, la justicia parecía ser un concepto ridículo y fácil de romper. Si tenías los medios o el estatus suficiente, podías conseguir lo que quisieras. Pero ese hombre le tenía gratitud, no le veía como una molestia, un saco de boxeo o un simple niño callado. Es probable que Giorno no entendiese todas las acciones del mafioso pero confiaba en su criterio y nobleza. De esta manera, encontró que él mismo podría construir su propia justicia, podía hacerse notar y ser alguien verdadero, con sueños, ideales, valores. El camino era la mafia. 

Hay un gran salto entre esta etapa de su niñez y el chico de 15 años que vemos más adelante. ¿Qué pasa entre medias? Aquí sólo están mis conclusiones personales pero lo más probable es que Giorno decidiese cambiar por voluntad propia. Podemos ver que de un día a otro, su color de cabello cambia de manera natural y considero que lo tomó como su oportunidad perfecta para redimirse a sí mismo, para dejar atrás su pasado. Cuando Polpo le da el mechero como prueba de iniciación, Giorno no va a casa de sus padres, sino que va a un instituto donde tiene su propia habitación. Aquí es cuando las cosas empiezan a encajar. Sus padres no pagan el alquiler porque, ¿si le han descuidado de niño, iban a encargarse de él ahora? Por lo tanto, Giorno necesita algún medio rápido y fácil para conseguir dinero, lo más posible es que realice trabajos esporádicos, si aquí le sale empleo y consigue dinero, lo hace. No hay más. 

Además, parece haber un cambio drástico en su personalidad. Soy una persona que ha pasado por experiencias parecidas y cambias para poder sobrevivir, porque una persona callada y tímida no suele estar bien en un entorno que se le pide lo contrario. Creo que es en parte una faceta pero al mismo tiempo su propia forma de ser. En otras palabras, ahora que no está bajo la protección de sus padres y depende exclusivamente de sí mismo, se puede permitir ciertas actitudes pero el hecho de permitírselas requiere que mantenga buena cara, que sea proactivo. Giorno adapta su personalidad dependiendo de con quién esté tratando y esto se debe a su viejo hábito de observar a los demás, percibir qué es lo que les puede impresionar y cómo actuar en cada momento. Bruno piensa que es una persona de gente, es decir, que es el centro de atención y sabe cómo serlo pero, ¿es realmente así o ha aprendido a serlo?

Antes he dicho que Giorno es un chico que fluye sobre la marcha, de hecho, es un chico bastante radical en algunas ocasiones. Por ejemplo, en el capítulo 17, la pandilla de Bruno está planeando robar un coche para así llegar hasta su destino, no obstante, no es una buena idea porque los enemigos podrían rastrearles más fácilmente. ¿Cuál es su solución? Robar todos los coches. Sirve pero es bastante drástico. Con esto nos queda más que confirmado que tiene sangre Joestar y Brando. Por una parte se guía por una naturaleza noble y pura, aunque en ocasiones sea un poco cabezota, este es el lado Joestar. Por otra parte, es capaz de mantener siempre la calma, incluso en los enfrentamientos más complicados, no tiene miedo de usar su poder y su fuerza, tampoco parece demasiado preocupado por los daños colaterales (siempre que no se ponga en peligro la vida de otros, por supuesto) y aquí aparece la naturaleza Brando, sedienta de poder y dispuesta a conseguir sus objetivos con una tenacidad impresionante. 

Por último, cabe mencionar que a pesar de esta naturaleza directa de Giorno, él nunca aborda una situación si no sabe que va a ganar. Esto lo podemos ver en su pelea contra Cioccolata, donde siempre tiene un as bajo la manga. No obstante, en la pelea contra Diavolo, en el momento en que se da cuenta de que King Crimson está en uno de sus compañeros, o incluso en él mismo, decide dejar de perseguir a Chariot Requiem porque está desconcertado, no puede arriesgarse si no sabe lo que está pasando. Esta escena también resulta importante porque podemos ver que Giorno sigue siendo un adolescente que siente miedo, cuando Mista le dice que se aleje o de lo contrario le disparará, Giorno duda pero en el último momento da un paso hacia delante. Por suerte es interrumpido por Bruno y retrocede. 

Podemos comentar brevemente la importante influencia que ejerce Bruno sobre Giorno, aunque en algunos momentos parece que es Giorno o Bruno como jefe de Passione, Giorno reconoce al mayor como su superior, una figura de autoridad. Pero no nos quedamos sólo ahí, cuando el alma de Bruno se va al cielo, este le dedica unas últimas palabras para tranquilizar al rubio y sepa que no es su culpa, que ha hecho lo correcto. No sería ninguna locura asumir que Bruno ha sido la única figura paterna de Giorno.

En conclusión, Giorno es uno de los protagonistas de Jojo's más interesante debido a su pasado, raíces, aspiraciones y stand. Vemos que es un chico maduro e inteligente pero que sigue siendo un adolescente con sus propias preocupaciones. 

*Una cosa que me parece importante destacar es Gold Experience. Tenemos constancia de que los stands son las manifestaciones materiales de los espíritus de sus usuarios, es decir, sus almas. Dependiendo de la fuerza de voluntad del usuario, el stand tendrá determinado poder. Si nos fijamos más detenidamente en el diseño de Gold Experience, nos damos cuenta de que en su cara tiene dos surcos que parecen ser lágrimas. Es una opinión personal pero podemos considerar que aunque Giorno ha aprendido que llorar no sirve de nada, su alma está constantemente llorando.

[eelsoolazoo]

EN OLLA Y SOY ARTISTA

Fui al teatro, no recuerdo cuándo, pero fue este mes, este año y la semana pasada… fue mi primera vez dentro del Teatro Nacional, para lxs demás era la número setecientos (exagero), no recuerdo en cuál sala fue (el nombre), pero es la más pequeña… uhm, para la obra que fue, considero que debió haber sido en la más grande. Comparto la crítica de Claudio Rivera en Acento.com (la pueden buscar): “hecho teatral fundamental”, y como realmente lo es (me cargo de objetividad y bombo), más gente la debería ver. Había mucha gente con altos flows, no soy el público objetivo, pero era interesante ver y conjeturar, a veces me siento mal por andar conjeturando/llevando vida, pero ¿Qué pasa igual?… También había un stand de libros, porque la obra estaba inspirada en una novela. A la chica del stand la vi con mis ojos medianamente ciegos memorizar lo que hasta ahora creo que era el nombre de la autora… se veía muy linda y cómica.

Las luces todo el tiempo fueron azules y rojas, bueno, no todo el tiempo, pero sí en los momentos más importantes, eso me hizo incomodar un poco porque me di cuenta de que en todas las pocas obras que he visto, siempre usan estos dos colores en las mismas escenas con cierto peso dramático, y me pregunto, sin saber en lo absoluto, ¿Qué diablo? ¿Por qué diablo? Hay un montón de colores, ¿Por qué diablo? [voz de demonio]

Terminó casi a las diezpm y pensé con toda la seriedad que en mí habita: “¿Debería irme en metro con Gloria o me voy en un motor? y lidio con la brisa y los lentes de sol para evitar llorar por la intensa brisa” (ahora me muerde la gata… luego el gato), calculé lo que con el dolor de mi alma gastaría en el motor, descartando irme en metro para evitar caminar y que en el recorrido me viren como una media, me secuestren o se me rompa un taquito de las hermosas botas que llevaba en los pies y que tanto amo. Mientras estoy pidiendo el motorcito, que terminó siendo LA moto, veo a un señor argentino de unos 60 años acercársele a unx gen Z o posterior modo shy en su celu, el señor al acercársele le pregunta si le puede pedir un taxi a su casa porque no tiene celular, la persona le sacó los pies sádicamente y yo pensé dos cosas:

1. ¿Debería pedirle el taxi?

2. ¿Puedo pedirle el taxi? Porque solo tengo RD$150.00 y las dos paradas harán más dinero, tampoco quiero que él pague mi parada.

Pero justo llegaba LA moto y me llamaba mi mamá por tercera vez, entonces me despedí de los agraciados que comparten espacio-tiempo conmigo y en el camino pensé, todavía hoy pienso: ¿Klk con ese señor? ¿Klk con la gente que no ha podido ver esta obra? ¿Klk con el lunes y mi pasaje? Porque acabo de gastar mi budget por ver la mejor obra hasta ahora.

[spacenutspod]

NASA and Lockheed Martin publicly unveil the X-59 quiet supersonic research aircraft at a ceremony in Lockheed Martin’s Skunk Works facility in Palmdale, California. The X-59 is the centerpiece of NASA’s Quesst mission, which seeks to solve one of the major barriers to supersonic flight over land, currently banned in the United States, by making sonic booms quieter.NASA/Steve Freeman A climactic curtain drop reveals the newly painted red, white, and blue X-59 aircraft during its rollout ceremony on Jan. 12, 2024, at Lockheed Martin Skunk Works in Palmdale, California – a major milestone before its first flight. A long-standing aviation tradition, rollout ceremonies celebrate years of technical achievements. In the case of the X-59, not only does it celebrate groundbreaking technical work, but it honors the brilliant minds behind the research, development, and construction that went into a one-of-a-kind supersonic research aircraft. The X-59 is a research tool in NASA’s Quesst mission designed to prove quiet supersonic flight is possible. Through Quesst, NASA will fly the aircraft over select U.S. communities, working with them to collect data. NASA will provide that data to regulators so they may consider writing new sound-based rules that would amend the current ban on commercial supersonic flight over land. Next up, the X-59 team will conduct a series of integrated ground tests, including engine runs and taxi tests, to prepare for the aircraft’s first flight. Image Credit: NASA/Steve Freeman Text Credit: Sasha Ellis Read this story in Spanish: El avión X-59 de la NASA fue revelado durante una ceremonia Una caída culminante del telón revela el avión X-59 recién pintado de rojo, blanco y azul durante su ceremonia de lanzamiento el 12 de enero de 2024 en Lockheed Martin Skunk Works en Palmdale, California, un logro importante antes de su primer vuelo. Las ceremonias de lanzamiento vienen de una larga tradición en la aviación donde se celebran años de logros técnicos. En el caso del X-59, no sólo se celebra el trabajo técnico innovador, sino que también honra a las mentes brillantes detrás de la investigación, el desarrollo y la construcción de un avión de investigación supersónico único en su tipo. El X-59 es una herramienta de investigación de la misión Questt de la NASA diseñada para demostrar que es posible un vuelo supersónico silencioso. A través de Questt, la NASA volará el avión sobre comunidades seleccionadas de los Estados Unidos y trabajará con ellas para recopilar datos. La NASA proporcionará esos datos a los reguladores para que puedan redactar nuevas reglas de los vuelos supersónicos comerciales sobre tierra considerando los niveles de ruido en lugar de la velocidad. A continuación, el equipo del X-59 llevará a cabo una serie de pruebas en tierra integradas, incluidos funcionamientos del motor y pruebas de rodaje, para prepararse para el primer vuelo del avión. Crédito de la foto: NASA/Steve FreemanCrédito de texto: Sasha Ellis, NASATraducido por: Jessica Arreola, NASA

[elliotstone]

Sabado 5, 2024

Tuve un sueño muy lindo, hace meses no soñaba, este sueño me planto muchas cosas lindas y me recordo muchas cosas.

Estaba con gente del trabajo en lo que parecia ser una estación de tren 🛤 , luego me subi al tren.

Estaba en un tren naranja y pasaba mucha gente a compartir cosas, en una era un hombre con milanesa, que rico :3. El viaje era largo pero baje en una bajada y estaba lloviendo, no se por que aparecio mi ex, nicolas. En fin, cuando baje quede sorprendido, estaba en una mini londres, o eso parecía, era un pequeño espacio perdido en un rincon de no se donde con tiendas muy lindas, habia un mini tratro de stand up, estaba lloviendo, eso lo hacia mas lindo, había una tienda en especifico y un cafe, la tienda tenis una estructura roja y con ladrillos antiguos, parecia ser un anticuario o una libreria, me daban ganas de sacarme fotos y pasar la tarde ahi y ver que mas encontraba. Fue el mejor sueño que tuve dentro de mucho tiempo. Jaja lo mas raro es que mi ex se iba a ir en un taxi, pero el taxi era un ferrari amarillo omg. Y ahi me levante, ahi termino el sueño.

Me doy una idea de lo que me trata de decir mi sueño. Lo que llegue a interpretar fue que tengo que irme de mi trabajo, creo que el tren simboliza un que el viaje sera largo y con paradas desconocidas, conocere a mucha gente, el destino es lo que me dara paz, y el destino es "algo nuevo". Un nuevo comienzo en otro lugar, renovar energias, me acorde de un viejo sueño que tenia cuando era un joven adolecente, "viajar y conocer lugares asi, como en los de mi sueño".

Este sueño lo tomare como una señal. Espero haya una continuación de mi sueño mas adelante.

Creo que le diga adios a mi ex mientras se toma el taxi significa que tengo que aprender a vivir sin buscar a alguien. Que estoy mejor solo.

Me gustaría tener a alguien con quien estar pero, buscar tanto y decepcionarme es doloroso.

En serio, deberia dejar de buscar por un tiempo y ver como sale esto.

Espero que todo me salga bien este año

Creo que mi interior queria decirme esto hace mucho tiempo, vere que me depara el tiempo. Pero no perdere el amor y la euforia y la emoción de lo que depara el mañana.

Lo hare por mi 🛤💜

[acapulcopress]

Primera clase, el transporte urbano de los berlineses

Maremágnum » RICARDO | CASTILLO BARRIENTOS ) Facebook / Ricardo Castillo Barrientos Uno de los factores que caracterizan a las sociedades desarrolladas es el transporte urbano masivo de calidad, mediante el cual se desplazan cientos de miles de personas para realizar sus actividades cotidianas, sin contratiempos ni nada que le complique los desplazamientos de un lugar a otro. Con una población de casi cuatro millones de habitantes, Berlín es una ciudad cosmopolita donde confluyen refugiados y asilados de países relativamente cercanos como Ucrania, Polonia, Rusia, Turquía, Siria, Afganistán, Irán y otros en menor escala. Para satisfacer la demanda masiva de movilización humana, funciona una Red de transporte público multimodal, cómodo, rápido y seguro: Metro, tren ligero, tranvías, autobús y trenes metropolitanos, interconectados en una extensión de 900 kilómetros cuadrados; cuyo abordaje requiere la adquisición de un bono de 24 horas por nueve euros

(170 MXN), 7 días, 36 euros (675 MXN) o un mes, 91 euros (1,680 MXN). De servicio particular hay taxis Mercedes Benz y barcos que recorren el río Spree. El sistema del transporte público brinda servicio durante las 24 horas y se otorga la confianza al usuario de abordar los vagones y unidades sin mostrar ningún pago del servicio, excepto cuando es requerido eventualmente por algún inspector del sistema, si desea verificar que se cuenta con el bono validado después de su adquisición en máquinas expendedoras. En cada estación o paradero hay un pequeño anuncio electrónico que indica el tiempo de espera para abordar la siguiente unidad, con el espacio suficiente para ir cómodamente sentados, sin aglomeraciones como en el Metro de la CDMX, o el saturamiento del Acabús del puerto de Acapulco, con habitual tiempo irregular entre un camión y otro. El uso intensivo de la bicicleta es una manera ordinaria de transportación para los niños, jóvenes, adultos y adultos mayores, en ciclovías o en amplias banquetas con el espacio indicado para su circulación a media velocidad, que algunos no respetan del todo y ponen en riesgo la integridad física de los peatones, aun cuando los transeúntes tienen preferencia y también los ciclistas ante los conductores de vehículos de reconocidas marcas alemanas como los BMW, Porsche, Audi, VW y de países europeos, Japón y USA. El sistema de transporte público es utilizado por personas de todos los niveles socioeconómicos sin excepción, aunque tengan vehículo, que utilizan normalmente para viajar al interior del país u otro de la Unión Europea. Marea Baja.- En la amplia y céntrica avenida Unter dem linden, esquina con el rio Spree, vaya sorpresa que se lleva uno al observar repentinamente el fugaz “juego de la bolita”, -como se le conoce en Acapulco- protagonizado por gitanos, húngaros o rusos. Uno de ellos desplazaba vertiginosamente la famosa “bolita” entre las tres tapas. Cuatro personas más incluida una mujer, servían de “paleros”, mismos que realizan supuestas apuestas y ganando para enganchar incautos, que caían en el ardid, invariablemente. Las apuestan eran de diferentes denominaciones de euros, 10, 20, 40, 50, 100, según la capacidad del cliente. Intempestivamente, el operador principal del juego, o sea el que maneja de manera virtuosa “la bolita”, levantó el tapete de juego al sospechar la inminente presencia de alguna autoridad. Y todos se dispersaron como si nada pasara. Así se las gastan también en el viejo continente, que no podría escapar a las habilidades delictivas de personajes defraudadores del primer mundo. Marea Alta.- El sábado 12 del actual, sucedió un hecho inusitado con signos neofascistas afuera del la estación Grunewald del Metro, cuando manos terroristas lanzaron una “Bomba de Fuego” a un pequeño stand de libros o “Biblioteca de la Calle” como aquí se le conoce, con un acervo de 300 libros. Muchos de ellos tenían referencias relacionadas con las terribles deportaciones de ciudadanos judíos en la Alemania Nazi. El incendio fue total y se destruyeron muestras de audio de canciones hebreas del cantor judío Tai Koch, muestras de texto de Ana Frank y el discurso de Robert Jackson al comienzo de los juicios de Nuremberg. Este proyecto cultural se desarrolla desde hace doce años como parte de la educación política, por lo que se considera un ataque a la sociedad civil, a la cultura de la memoria, a la libertad y a la democracia, a causa de posiciones antisemitas y de extrema derecha. La Escuela Hans Bockler y la Academia Europea de Berlín solicitan donaciones para apoyar un nuevo comienzo de la “Biblioteca de la Calle”. En Berlín existe un Memorial en recuerdo a la “Quema de Libros”, en la época hitleriana, que ahora trata de emular el dirigente del PAN, Marko Cortés al incitar a la “Quema de Libros de Texto Gratuito”, al inicio del periodo escolar a fin de mes. Así quieren volver a gobernar a México. Maremoto.- La desaparición de los 43 estudiantes de Ayotzinapa está presente en un mural de la Galería de Arte Urbano Haus Schwarzenberg, al este de Berlín, con los rostros de cada uno de los alumnos de la Escuela Normal Rural Profr. Raúl Isidro Burgos, más conocida como “Normal de Ayotzinapa”. En esta Galería de Arte Callejero el mural ocupa un espacio importante sobre las demás expresiones artísticas. Se destaca por su gran dimensión y la naturalidad de las figuras rebeldes juveniles, que después de la fatídica noche el 26 de septiembre de 2014 no se sabe nada sobre el destino final. La solidaridad internacional ha asumido como suya esta demanda histórica de justicia. ] Síguenos en Facebook.com/acapulcopress ] Síguenos en Facebook.com/angelblanco.press ] Síguenos en ) acapulcopress.com Read the full article

[sayitaliano]

INSUPERABILE | RKOMI

L'amore per me è elettricità Love, to me, is electricity Sto immergendomi nella corrente, le tue lentiggini I'm diving into the electrical current, your freckles Una ogni due sono come scalini che portano nell'Olimpo One every two are like stairs that lead into the Olympus In un mantello di nuvole bianche, cosa mi hai fatto? In a white clouds' cape, what have you done to me? L'amore per me è quel lasso di tempo love for me is that span of time

Il messaggio sulle tue labbra the message on your lips Era come un semaforo, Taxi Driver it was like a traffic light, Taxi Driver Ci vorrebbe piuttosto un aereo It'd be needed a plane instead Non qualcuno che mi dica fermo, per andare nell'Olimpo not someone that tells me stop, to go into the Olympus In un mantello di nuvole bianche, cosa mi hai fatto? In a white clouds' cape, what have you done to me? L'amore per me è quel lasso di tempo love for me is that span of time

In cui ci sentiamo da soli in which we feel alone

Percepisco sangue freddo nelle mie vene I feel cold blood in my veins A centottantamila giri su una coupé at 180 thousand "rounds"/RPM (kmh) on a coupé Due molotov in fiamme nella corrente two molotov cocktails in flames in the (electrical) corrent Ti stringo i fianchi, amore sei te I hold your hips, (my) love it's you L'ultima curva, insuperabile the last bend, unparalleled Insuperabile unparalleled Insuperabile unparalleled

Le sabbie sono diventate rosse sends have turned red Abbiamo rovinato anche il cognome dei nostri we have even ruined our (parents)' surname Siamo una sconfitta perfetta, bambina we're a perfect defeat, baby Il tempo che passa scoppia la clessidra the time that flies the hourglass explodes Paralizzanti sguardi su cui mi rifletto paralyzing looks on which I reflect myself Il respiro irregolare nello stesso letto the irregular breath in the same bed

In cui ci sentiamo da soli in which we feel alone

Percepisco sangue freddo nelle mie vene I feel cold blood in my veins A centottantamila giri su una coupé at 180 thousand "rounds"/RPM (kmh) on a coupé Due molotov in fiamme nella corrente two molotov cocktails in flames in the (electrical) corrent Ti stringo i fianchi, amore sei te I hold your hips, (my) love it's you L'ultima curva, insuperabile the last bend, unparalleled Insuperabile unparalleled Insuperabile unparalleled Insuperabile unparalleled Insuperabile unparalleled

In bilico su un filo spinato, amo il pericolo precarious on a barbed wire, I love danger Ed io che mi ostino a starci sopra and I persist in standing on it (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) (ooh....) Baci rubati, respiro gasolio stolen kisses, I breathe gasoline in (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) (ooh....) Sentimi il polso feel my pulse (wrist)

Percepisco sangue freddo nelle mie vene I feel cold blood in my veins A centottantamila giri su una coupé at 180 thousand "rounds"/RPM (kmh) on a coupé Due molotov in fiamme nella corrente two molotov cocktails in flames in the (electrical) corrent Ti stringo i fianchi, amore sei te I hold your hips, (my) love it's you L'ultima curva, insuperabile the last bend, unparalleled Insuperabile (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) unparalleled Insuperabile (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) unparalleled Insuperabile (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) unparalleled Insuperabile (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) unparalleled

[yvaineseleneposts]

The Troubadour

Requested: no

A/N: This has to be my longest piece ever! I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoyed it. There could be a few mistakes in there both in English and Italian, sorry in advance. I loved writing this, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted but I am a perfectionist and I have rewritten this about 5 times. I just needed to post it now!

Pairing: OC!Diana Bianchi & Damiano David

Words: 3k

Warning(s): swearing, drinking, smoking (I mean it’s the 70s…), smoking weed, my Italian (I have been studying this beautiful language for three years now but people make mistakes)

West Hollywood, California // Mid-January 1972

Red eyes.

Sweaty foreheads.

That is all Diana would see when they screamed at her. “CAN I GET TWO BEERS AND A COKE PLEASE?!”

Working behind the bar was not her dream job. Diana remembered it like it was yesterday, she and her friend Tami had gone to The Troubadour to celebrate the weekend when she saw a “help wanted” poster. It was a godsend. Diana applied there and then and not long after she found herself behind the bar, handing out drinks to people who looked like they were having the best time of their lives. Another plus side was the fact that she could attend the concerts of all the artists and bands for free.

Obviously, there were also downsides to this job. For example, Diana couldn’t go out and live her teenage years. She isn’t allowed to drink (too much) on the job and the hours aren’t exactly great. The pay is okay though and the tips are even better. Half of the people don’t even know how much they are giving and walk off like they didn’t just hand you 20 for an eight dollar drink. She doesn’t complain much about her job but she does feel left behind sometimes. Like when Tami or her other friend chat about some weird adventure they had the night before and who they met or kissed. Diana felt like she missed out on a lot of things but she had no other choice.

Her parents had kicked her out when she was 15. Diana moved in with her grandmother and lived with her for a while until she passed away. She has been living alone in her grandmother’s old apartment ever since. A few friends had moved in with her but then moved out again when they had found a better place to live. So it was just Diana paying the rent for the place.

 “CAN I GET A RUM AND COKE?!” Diana gets snapped out of her thoughts. Shit, what did he want?! She thinks to herself as she stares at the intoxicated man.  “SORRY?!” She shouts back over the loud music. At least she had another reason for not hearing the man.  “RUM AND COKE!” That is all the man yells before turning his band to her so he could face the stage. Some weird indie band is playing tonight. Diana wasn’t really into it and honestly couldn’t wait until her boss would send her home for the night. She puts in a little less rum, the man will probably not even taste the difference.

The band had stopped playing somewhere around two a.m. However not all the guests had left around 2.30 which is something Diana hated the most. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy her job but after so many hours standing on her feet, she wanted nothing more than to clean up, go home and get into her warm bed.

 “Diana, can you come here for a minute?” her boss asked. What was that tone, was he going to fire her?! “It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.” Pfew. Diana walked behind him into his office.

 “What can I help you with, Doug?” She asked as she sat down in the very comfortable chair across from him. Doug Weston had somewhat become her parent over the last few years that she had worked here. He was always so kind to her and could always ask him for help if she needed him.

 “I want to get more bands from across the sea. I want interesting people and not just the same bands playing over and over again. New talent that no one has heard of before but will become known because of this place. Inspire new talent, you know?” He was rambling on with his sales pitch as if you had any input, it was his place after all. “And seeing that you can speak more languages than I have ever could, I was wondering if you could write small pieces for newspapers in Europe that will inspire these artists to come here and get all the fame and fortune they want.”

 “Sure, Doug. You know I would do anything to help this place… and you of course”, Diana said while a wide grin spread on her face. She felt like she was moving up when in reality it wasn’t a new job position. She would do anything to not have the same indie bands playing almost every night. Diana would never have imagined that she would change the lives of four individuals barely six months later, and change her own life along with it.

Rome, Italy // Mid-March 1972

 “The Troubadour. The place where artists and bands from all over the world can make it or break it in the United States. It all depends on the crowd. If they love you, you can come back for an entire week! If not you will receive the money for that evening but sadly you won’t be allowed back. It’s always packed with record executives so you could get a sweet record deal out of this experience. Do you have what it takes? Sign up and good luck to everyone competing in the battle of the bands! – D. B.” Damiano finishes reading. “Ragazzi, I honestly cannot wait till we get to play there! It’s going to be veramente stupendo!”

 “Bene Damiano, calm yourself. It’s less than five months away. We still have to play in this dump to even afford to go. We barely have enough money for a motel, we don’t even have the plane tickets yet!” Classic Victoria, always worrying as if she is the mother of the group.  “Calmati Victoria, noi staremo bene”, Ethan jumps in. “Let’s get back to practising before we start another fight, sì?” The rest nods their head and pick up their instruments.  “I was thinking, should we start with I wanna be your slave oppuro no? Is it too much?” Damiano suggest.  “Oh, and for outfits, I have a few ideas?!” Thomas adds like a little kid who is excited for Christmas day.  “Positivo, let’s look at those after practice”, Damiano says. Not even ten minutes later they had many up a little setlist. It was a battle of the bands so they had to at least practice 4-5 songs to play against other bands. Then if they were allowed to come back they had to prepare yet another 6 songs on top of those 5 they had already played. They could do it, they had enough songs in their database but were they going to sing their Italian songs or did they have to translate them? The members of Måneskin weren’t sure yet. Luckily for them, they had four months to think about it.

West Hollywood, California // Mid-July 1972

Diana hadn’t even woken up yet, but on the other side of the city, Måneskin had arrived at the airport.  “Finalmente ci siamo. Ce l’abbiamo fatta!” Thomas exclaims. Damiano chuckles and throws an arm around Thomas’s shoulders.  “Slow down, loverboy. We have not made it yet. We landed yes, but we have a long way to go from here to that stage tonight.”  “How every grown-up of you, Damiano”, Victoria teases. “I bet with Ethan that you would follow the first American girl that you saw in this airport and that we wouldn’t see you until much later.”  “Ha ha, molto divertente, Victoria. Sei una persona così divertente.” They continue their bickering whilst Ethan collects all of their suitcases.   “Addiamo?” He finally asks the group, they all agree and make their way through the busy airport to the designated taxi area. During this, they complain about how crowded it is and how much the air smells. It is nothing like their own country but you have to take chances if you want to become famous like their dream.

Later that day

Doug had told Diana to come into work later than she usually would. It was going to be a busy night and he’d rather have her work during the performances than during the day and wear her out. So here she was around six-thirty instead of two o’clock. It felt so weird because usually when she arrives there is no line out front and now there was one to the end of the block. She passed all the people waiting in line, hearing them complain and moan as she walks up to Mario, the bouncer. He doesn’t even need to see her worker-id, as she walks in he wishes her good luck with tonight. She liked Mario, he was working here before she came and even then he had told her if she ever needed anything him and his wife had an extra bed for her. Honestly, the sweetest guy… also the toughest guy you will ever meet.

As Diana walked to the changing area to hang her coat and bag, she ran into a few participants of tonight’s show. She greeted most of them but they were too busy with themselves, the fame they hadn’t even earned yet was already rising to their heads. Before she could make her way to the bar, Doug called her over.

 “Diana, come here for a second. I want to introduce you to a few people.” Classic Doug, always introducing everybody to everybody. If he believed you could make it, he would introduce you to all his workers. However, the bands did not know this, the workers would treat them a little extra. “They are from Italy as well!” As if Diana herself had moved for their, it was actually her grandparents. She could speak a little Italian but other than her last name, there was nothing Italian about her. Doug briefly introduced the members of Måneskin to Diana, who couldn’t keep her eyes off a certain member. To be quite honest she had not remembered everyone’s names and she stumbled to get her name out of her mouth. All because she was already head over heels with this handsome, tall, young Italian man.

After a couple of introduction, Diana was finally behind her bar, her safe space. Meeting Damiano had made her weak in her knees, she had never had a reaction like this before. She didn’t really pay attention to the competitors and focused on serving the people but when it was Måneskin’s turn, she started to lose focus on her work.

During most of their setlist, Damiano kept glancing over to Diana and winking at her. Or at least that’s what it felt like for Diana. However, after a rather sexy song (let’s be real most of them are) he kissed one of his male bandmates on the mouth. Now Diana is not one to judge people on who they love. She reasons that everyone should love who they want to love and receive love because of it. It wasn’t that she hated it, it kind of turned her on, but she was very confused. Had she read the signs wrong? Were there even any signs to begin with? At times like these she wanted to ask Tami for help yet she was afraid that if Tami came and tried to help her that somehow Tami’s charm would work on Damiano and Diana would still end up with nothing. No, she had to do this on her own, she decided.

After the battle of the bands was over, a few stayed behind to talk with record labels about future arrangements. Diana started cleaning up, and washing and drying a few glasses, secretly listening in on a few conversations.

 “I liked what I saw out there. Let your agent call me and we will discuss your expansion in the United States.” Well, that sounded very good. Diana turned around to see who the band was that this man was talking to, but when she turned around she looked right into Damiano’s eyes.

 “I have been trying to get your attention all night”, he says shyly.  “Really? I thought so but I wasn’t sure”, Diana responds. Damiano raises his hand and scratches behind his head.  “I was wondering, you know. If maybe- ugh. Perchè è cosi difficile?” He mutters, not looking Diana in the eyes.  “Provalo in Italiano?” she suggests and Damiano’s eyes shoot up to meet hers.  “Cazzo. Parli Italiano?” He looks even more nervous now.  “Si, parlo Italiano.” He laughs at her answer.  “Vuoi uscire domani sera?” Diana nods her head, she honestly cannot stop smiling.  “I’d love to go out with you. Do you want me to pick you up at the hotel? That would be easier than you trying to find my house.”  “Yeah, sure. We’re staying at the Millwood Motel, it’s not too far from the airport.”  “Ah yes, I know that place. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He leans over and kisses her cheek before leaving her to finish her work.

That night Diana barely slept. Did Damiano know any places here to take her to? Did she have to come up with a place? What if he was some weird guy? What if he was a murderer?! She sure was happy now that she didn’t give him her address. The following day she woke up around noon. She went to the kitchen and grabbed her Cona coffee maker, if she was to get through the day, she was going to need a big cup of coffee. She put water and coffee ground on the lower half of the pot and put it on the stove. She hated having to watch the coffee boil and couldn’t wait for better times when you would just have to push a button to get your coffee.

Seeing that she woke up around noon, it didn’t take long before Diana met up with Damiano. She asked him if he had anything specific in mind. Surprisingly, he did. He explained that he and his bandmates did a little sightseeing and they walked past a roller skating rink. Damiano always wanted to try that and he thought this would be perfect for their little date. Diana absolutely loved the idea and couldn’t wait till they got there.

Both of them were sad that the night had ended so quickly or so they thought. It was in fact 1 a.m. and they had already spend ten hours together. Diana brought Damiano back to the motel with her car and of course he couldn’t leave without planting a kiss on her lips. They kissed for a while before finally letting each other go.  “We’ll be leaving soon”, Damiano said and looked at their intertwined hands in his lap.  “Already? You just got here two days ago”, Diana complained. She just met him and now he is leaving already? She wasn’t prepared for that. She knew he was leaving at some point, he had to he didn’t live in the US, but still she had hoped for a little more time together.  “Maybe we’ll come back soon. We have a meeting with our agent and that record label guy tomorrow.”  “Could we meet up after? We should catch dinner together, I have another day off”, she suggested. Damiano agreed, kissed her one more time before leaving her car and making his way to his motel room.

The next day

Diana waited for Damiano in front of a large building. She was enjoying the sun on her face when she felt two arms coming from behind and hugging her on her stomach.  “Ciao, amore mio. Sei adorabile oggi”, Damiano said into her ear before kissing the side of her face.  “Ciao, you don’t look to bad yourself”, she said as she turned around. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him on his lips, his mates cheering them on in the background. “How did it go in there?” With that question Damiano’s face broke out in a wide grin. “What?”  “Amore, we’re staying here in the US. We got a record deal, we will be here for the entire year!” he shouts and all five of them jump in celebration. “I was going to tell you at dinner, but I just couldn’t wait anymore. We can be together, amore.” Diana broke out in tears, nodding her head, for she had never met a man who she loved more than Damiano. Her Italian lover boy.

[corallorosso]

Berlusconi al Quirinale: credete sia impossibile? Non lo conoscete di Pietro Francesco Maria De Sarlo Mettetevi comodi, non vi arrabbiate e non sparate sul pianista e sull’umile estensore di questo post. L’ho scritto un po’ per gioco e un po’ per abituarmi all’idea del Berlusca al Quirinale. Credete sia impossibile? Non conoscete l’uomo. A giugno 1986 varcavo, timido giovane di belle speranze e modesto aspetto, il portone del palazzo Donatello a Milano 2 per unirmi al gruppetto del pensatoio strategico di Fininvest, guidato dal mitico Bottino. Bei tempi! Ero un ingegnere trentenne alla terza esperienza lavorativa, trovai un contesto giovane e vivace, un ambiente stimolante e pieno di belle ragazze, tra cui la nipote non di Mubarak ma di Pillitteri, cognato di Bettino, che a breve sarebbe diventato sindaco di Milano Uno. Ci passai 15 mesi: promozioni aumenti e cesti natalizi, ricchi premi e cotillon; un mondo di frutta candita. Lasciai per diventare dirigente del gruppo Cofide: meno divertente ma più consono alla mia natura seriosa e politically correct. Partecipai a una convention di dipendenti a Sanremo, c’era il Milan al completo e le ballerine di Drive In, più Smaila. Berlusca passava tra i tavoli e stringeva mani, anche la mia: troppo snob e troppo smagato per apprezzare. Salì sul palco dell’Ariston: standing ovation, da star di avanspettacolo che in più distribuiva prebende e promozioni. Più che lealtà chiedeva fedeltà: c’è differenza. Parlò delle origini, del padre e delle preoccupazioni degli inizi. Si commosse parlando di mamma Rosa: gli aveva predetto che sarebbe diventato presidente della Repubblica. Disse che lui le aveva promesso di riuscirci. Giuro: chi c’era ricorderà. Mai apprezzato Berlusca in politica, ma è uno che non ha mai detto o fatto niente a caso. Se ha lanciato l’Opa sul Quirinale ha un piano. Non ha idee proprie, gli bastano quelle degli altri di cui si appropria quando ne ha necessità per qualche suo scopo. Pochi principi ma mutevoli e adattabili alle circostanze. È, come ama dire, concavo e convesso. Concavo con la Fornero, che gradisce e ricambia, e convesso con il M5S, di cui ha rivalutato il reddito di cittadinanza. Alla bisogna è filo europeista, filo Putin e filo quello che più gli necessita. Rassicura l’intellighenzia nazionale dicendo che Draghi al Quirinale mai darebbe l’incarico a Salvini e Meloni, come dire che anche a lui non piace il duo. Però il messaggio alla coppia è chiaro: “Se sognate palazzo Chigi è meglio che al Colle ci sia io”. Chi lo conosce sa che non è prudente farlo arrabbiare, ma anche che non riesce mai ad essere cattivo fino in fondo perché prima o poi tutti possono tornargli utili. Rispetta i patti, ma solo quelli segreti e inconfessabili, quelli pubblici no. Sa far di conto, e conosce l’animo umano. Renzi, Lega, Fratelli d’Italia fanno la base, poi nel segreto dell’urna la paura del voto anticipato di tanti parlamentari senza arte né parte farà il resto. La stessa paura che ha portato Draghi al posto di Conte: chi di spada ferisce, di spada perisce. Da capo del governo gli consegnarono, il 5 agosto 2011, una lettera con una lista lacrime e sangue per gli italiani a firma del governatore della Bce Draghi. La cestinò: troppo smart per mettere una pietra tombale sul suo futuro apponendoci la firma. Non ama nuotare controcorrente. Appoggiò Monti e il suo governo che insieme a Renzi fece il lavoro sporco: dalle pensioni al Jobs act. L’unica cosa non fatta della lista è la liberalizzazione dei taxi. Resistete! Sono con voi. Quella lettera ci è costata un botto: 300 miliardi di Pil. Chi lo dice? Padoan e Gentiloni. Dove è scritto? Nel Pnr, atto terzo del Def. Quando? Il 12 aprile 2017. Mistero: ora Draghi fa il salvatore della Patria, dopo averla quasi mandata in bancarotta. Monti ci esce pazzo. Io pure. Chi mandereste al Colle tra Berlusconi e Draghi? Tertium non datur, non fate i furbi. Berlusconi ama il burlesque ed è spregiudicato, ma non a sufficienza per fare alla Grecia quello che ha fatto Draghi. Fate voi: questione di priorità e valori.

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Skin on Skin

This was requested by my darling @beccabarba​ who asked for this:

<When you get a moment, lovely, let's indulge the love for Nick. I have an idea about him inviting reader for food at his favourite place, they've not dated before, just been flirty, it's been a long day, neither is expecting much. But then the restaurant is busy and they end up on a small table, hands touch, legs touch under the table and they get carried away and have to take things to the nearest hotel bedroom because even going home seems too far! Only if it sounds fun to write!>  

Warnings: For me to say this is smuty is an understatement. This is some other kind of smut that I have never written before and its slightly rough which is delicious.

Hope this hits the spot lovely x

WC: 2312

Enjoy x

It was coming to the end of summer and it was that time of year again. Mental health checks, gun refresher course, updating first aid and self-defence refresher course. Liv usually booked you all in together, but because of time, being a full on summer with case after case and the Chief up her ass about the courses not being done yet,  you were all booked in two by two. Amanda with Sonny, Liv with Fin and you with your partner Nick. The most handsome partner you had ever had. Charming, fun and always angry. But that’s what attracted him to you. Deep down he was soft and so caring when you got through his bitterness about his marriage breakdown. Since him being your partner you had worked out his different moods and how to defuse each one.

You guys had a fun relationship having each others backs, but there was so much flirting. Every now and then you had to walk out of the precinct to get some fresh air to calm yourself down,

“Amaro- how much longer are ya going to keep that up? Just ask her out already” Sonny nudged Nick on the side in the break room.

“Don’t be stupid Carisi”

You were standing on a corner of the East Village in front of an academy approved self-defence gym, in black booty shorts, a white loose tank top sitting off one shoulder with a black tank top under it, black runners, ankle white socks and your hair in a high pony tail sipping on your iced coffee with your sunglasses on, early on the Saturday morning. You looked down at your smart watch when a taxi pulled up in front of you,

“Morning Y/N” Nick gave you a big smile as he closed the taxi door walking towards you.

“Morning Nicolas” You smirked biting your straw grateful for your sunglasses that hid your eyes that were scanning Nick up and down in his white tank top showing off his muscly arms and cotton shorter shorts. But you didn’t miss the sparkle in his eyes and the way he grinned when you called him by his full first name.

“You know I hate being called that right” Nick frowned at you smiling.

You lifted your sunglasses off your eyes pushing them up on the top of your head,

“You only hate it when it’s not me saying it” you winked “Come on Nicolas or we will be late” You smiled at Nick and headed inside.

Nick deliberately held back so he could look at your ass while you walked. You turned him on usually by whatever you wore, especially when you wore jeans on a night out. But when he pulled up in taxi and saw what you were wearing today he cleared his throat reaching for his water bottle to have a drink to calm down.

The day had gone smoothly. Breaking for a quick morning tea and lunch. You and Nick had been separated most of the day on different mats, but catching each other staring more than once. At one point, Nick was flipped on his back by his trainer because he was too busy watching you take off your crop top leaving you in your tank top and shorts. You giggled and winked at him when he looked over at you blushing.

By the later part of the afternoon you and Nick had both passed everything you needed to pass, but the head trainer wanted to keep you a bit longer for you to work on your own self defence with Nick as Nick was a different build to the male trainer. He was a fair bit taller and more solid. Your trainer had another class and left to teach that.

“We are going to start with the classic position, Detective Amaro can you come up behind Detective Y/L/N, one arm around the top of her chest near her neck, your hand on her shoulder your other around her waist”

Just then the phone rang for the gym,

“Excuse me for a moment” and the trainer walked away to answer it.

You could feel Nick’s breath on your bear shoulder and it not feeling unnatural to be standing like this with him, his naked arms around you, your skin touching. His large hands on your exposed skin making your knees go weak, Nick pressing his body into your back feeling amazing. You loved the feeling of his fingers on your middle between your tank top and shorts.

“What are you doing after here?” Nick said softly into your ear “Let’s have dinner, my favourite Cuban place is just a block down”

“Are you asking me on a date Detective?” You turned your head slightly so his lips brushed your cheek.

Nick chuckled, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spin “And if I’am?”

Without warning you bent over flipping Nick over you so he landed flat on his back looking up at you shocked not quite sure what had just happened. You looked down at him with a smile,

“I would love to Nicolas” you laughed.

“Well done Detective” you heard the trainer’s voice who had walked over and pulled Nick up off the floor by his hand “I’ am impressed Detective Y/N. You guys are free to go, I’ll send your paper work to Lieutenant Benson.”

You guys made the quick walk to the next block over to the restaurant Nick was talking about. The short walk was filled with talking and laughing, you and Nick pretty much walking on top of each other, you where that close.

“Here is it” Nick walked to the door handle pulling it and holding it open for you.

“Nice to see chivalry isn’t dead, your Mumma taught you well” you giggled as you walked passed Nick.

“I know how to treat a beautiful lady” Nick shot back with another big grin “You should see what she hasn’t taught me” you burst out laughing as you made your way to the hostess looking around at the very full restaurant “Hope they have a table its packed” Nick was at your heels.

“Hola buena noches, mesa para dos” (Hello good evening, table for two)

Nick lent over your shoulder, his hand resting on your hip,

“Hola sí por favor” (hello yes please)

“You’re lucky, we have one table left, por favor sígame” (please follow me)    

You and Nick followed the hostess to a small table right in the back corner. It was a small round table with two seats. You and Nick sat down on the very cosy table, really you could have sat on his lap the table was so small and the chairs that close to each other. You both sat down and your legs straight away touching. The feeling of Nick’s hairy leg on yours a delicious sensation,

“¿te puede traer una bebida?” (can get you a drink?)

“Si, Cuba Libre y agua, por favor- What are you having Nick?” you turned to see a big smile on his face,

“lo mismo por favor” (same please)  

The conversation had just flowed all night and it felt amazing. The flirtation definitely stepping up a level. Your arms and legs resting against each other’s. Your fingers and hands brushing each other’s on the small table. You were taking a sip of your new drink letting dinner settle before you both decided on dessert. Nick reached down to scratch the side of his leg that was leaning on yours with his left hand. His knuckles brushing along your skin. Nick saw you look down at his hand and bite your bottom lip. You missed the grin on his face when he moved that arm to rest on the back of the chair, his right hand moving to rest on the inside of your thigh at the hem of your shorts,

“You know Y/N” Nicks hand started to run up your clothed thigh “I like feeling your skin on mine”

You took in a deep breath, feeling grateful your back was too the rest of the restaurant. Slowly his hand went up your thigh,

“Have you ever thought about me when you’re alone?”

Nick's hand had stopped where your thigh meets you crotch his pointer finger stretched out, rubbing up and down your cloths core.

“There has been more than once my hand has been around my cock and I have wished it was yours. So your answer is yes” You whimpered thrusting your hips forward slightly into his finger, your right hand now on the highest part of his thigh “Should we get out of here?”

“Mine or yours?” you gasps when Nick ran his finger up and down clothed core again.

Nick moved his hand away from grabbing your thigh, to your hand grabbing his thigh and moving it to rest on his hardened cock. You turned to look at him with wide eyes, his lips crashing on yours for a slightly steamy public pash.

“Do you really think we will make it back to mine or yours Mami? There’s a hotel around the corner”

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You were laying on the hotel bed with Nick between your legs rubbing his clothed cock over your clothed pussy. Both bear chested and only in your panties and his boxers, the kiss all tongues moaning into each other mouths. Nick’s hands running up your sides, yours grabbing onto his hips pulling him into you,

“I can feel how wet you are” Nick grunted into your neck that he was now kissing.

Your hand moved to slide down his boxers wrapping your hand around his long hard cock,

“All for you Nicolas” One of Nick’s hands moved to slide into your hair balling it into his fist tugging on your hair slightly moving your head to the side, his lips landing between your neck and shoulder, bucking his hips into your hand wrapped around him “See-you love it when I call you that don’t you?”

In a quick moment Nick moved your hand out of his boxers and rolled you over so you were now on top of him straddling him, his hands moving to your breasts. Nick started kneading them giving them both the same amount of attention. You were rolling your hips over Nick’s length, running your hands up and down his chest. The mixture of the friction from his clothed member and the lace of your panties on your clit, your release was building at a steady pace but it was intense.

You started to roll your hips faster over Nick, your hands gripping onto his shoulders. Nick saw your jaw go slack reaching down to squeeze your ass cheek with one hand and pinch your nipple with the other,

“Your a dirty girl- come baby” Nick bucked up his clothed cock as you rolled your hips and you came, your head falling forward breathless. You slowed your movements coming down from your high when Nick rolled you both over so he was between your legs again. Nick made quick work of pulling your panties off throwing them on the floor with the rest of your cloths, then moving to pull his off.

He reached for the bedside table reaching for the condom he had sat there from his wallet, ripping it open and rolling it on,

“Do you know how hot that was mi puta” Nick fell back down resting his elbows next to your head lining himself to your opening “What was it like riding my clothed cock?” Nick lent down brushing his lips along your jaw.

“Amazing- but I want you in me now Nicolas” you moaned grabbing onto his hips trying to pull him into you, spreading your legs more to make it easy for him.

That was all Nick needed ramming into you in one go, your grip on his hips tightening. You lifted your hips up so that Nick could slam into you hitting your sweet spot with every pound.

“Mierda Y/N- you feel so good”

“Give it to me Nicolas- harder” you almost yelled.

You started to move your hips up and down in time with Nick’s thrusts. Both your bodies’ covered in a light layer of sweat, Nicks lips meeting yours, swallowing your whimpers your orgasm about to burst through you. You let go of one of Nick’s hips reaching between you both to your clit, Nick pulling back locking eyes with you. You rolled your pearl between your thumb and pointer finger. You could hear how wet you were while Nick thrusted in and out. You couldn’t take your eyes off each other, the stare intense. Both your jaws slack, both moaning.  

“Ni-Nick” Your fingers nails on the hand still on his hip digging into Nick’s skin as your orgasm speed through you like wild fire, your whole body burning.

The look on your face and how you gripped around Nick’s hard length, your name left Nick’s lips with a grunt, his hip moments getting sloppy before he pulled out throwing himself on his back breathless.

Nick removed the condom and threw it in the trash next to the bed, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, yours coming to the top of his. You both laid there for a long moment breathing heavy looking at the roof.

“I’ve set the bar high for a second date” Nick chuckled.

“A second date?” you turned your head to look at him with a smile on your face rolling over to peck him on the lips a few times.

“Of course I want a second date with an amazing person like you. You get me Y/N- I don’t have to try and be something I’m not when I’ am with you. You make me happy. You make me feel wanted. I want to make you mine”

Tags: @the-baby-bookworm @permanentlydizzy​ @detective-giggles​ @amorestevens

[makahimetenshi]

Ganas reprimidas - Jotahan Fanfic

Que alguien le recuerde a Jotaro por que se había casado por favor.

Jotaro era un excelente biólogo marino, de los mejores y mas apasionados de su tipo, pero era un terrible esposo.

Y por alguna razón estaba trabajando en una ciudad con gente sumamente atractiva.

No le importaba que Josuke fuera su tío, no estaba tan relacionado a el familiar y sentimentalmente como para que cuando la palabra incesto cruzara su mente le pudiera importar, de hecho el muchacho era sumamente atractivo y lindo, no delicado pero si muy bello, su única limitación era que su abuelo estaba en la ciudad y…aprovecharía algún día que el viejo no tenga ningún tipo de chance de enterarse, no tenía apuro. Lo más seguro para hacerlo caer sería llevarlo a que le quiten lo virgen y luego ahí podría aprovechar el, aunque no estaba muy seguro de la virginidad heterosexual del muchacho podía estar 100% seguro de que estaba intacto por el otro lado.

Koichi por otro lado era una cosita preciosa, quería protegerlo, abrazarlo y hacérselo hasta que se rompiera, el muchachito sumamente inteligente y astuto se había hecho no solo un lugar en su lista de amigos y personas a las que respetaba por su coraje e inteligencia si no también en su lista de gente con quien hacérselo, le pareció muy lindo desde el primer momento en que se lo cruzo y después sus personalidades fueron encajando, un pequeño amorío con el no estaba mal, no podía sentir culpa por que después de todo su abuelo incluso a mucho mas edad que el engaño a su abuela y a su hija con otra mujer.

Yare Yare Daze, un padre ausente y un abuelo muy astuto, sus ejemplos de hombres a seguir no eran los mejores, no podía justificar las cosas que hacía basándose en su familia pero le servía de excusa para alejar la culpa cuando le pegaba.

Pero definitivamente su nuevo enamoramiento por calentura era…Rohan Kishibe, del tipo de usuario de stand que se vuelve amigo luego de unas cuantas palizas por supuesto pero aún así, sumamente atractivo.

Enserio aquel estomago al descubierto y ese peinadito eran una bendición para sus ojos.

Cada vez que lo veía se le quería montar encima y hacerlo gritar, y algo le decía que el mangaka también le correspondía, quizá eran las miradas, quizá eran los gestos con los que se comunicaba con el, o tal vez y siendo paranoico el tono de  voz con el que le hablaba pero pensaba que había aquel toque de deseo entre ellos 2 que los unía, definitivamente quería hacerlo con Kishibe.

El teléfono del hotel comenzó a sonar, con una cierta e injustificada ilusión se acerco a responder, su propio ego le decía que era el mangaka, el sabía que tenía un cierto efecto afrodisiaco en la gente y estaba muy al tanto de ello.

-Jotaro? Kujo Jotaro? –era su voz, podía jurar que ahora mismo Star Platinum que era prácticamente como la representación de su mente o algo así estaba bailando de la victoria, adoraba tener razón.

-Rohan? Que sucede? –calma, ante todas las cosas calma, al fin y al cabo era su actitud calmada lo que lo hacía tan seductor.

-Hubo un problema con un stand, no tengo el teléfono de Josuke y francamente no tengo interés en conseguirlo y molestarme en reunirme con ese imbécil, es mas rápido ubicarte a ti –una expresión de seriedad se poso en su rostro, no le gustaba las emergencias de este tipo, otro usuario mas de Stand?

-Que sucedió ahora? –era hora de ignorar la sensualidad del hombre y ponerse serios.

-Es raro de explicar, un poco confuso por que lo tengo aquí ahora mismo, sería mejor que vinieras a mi casa ahora.

Ok aquello era un poco repentino pero el peligro nunca era oportuno o ponía fechas y horarios para aparecer, para su suerte estaba vestido y bañado, y había desayunado hace poco.

Pidió un taxi y fue hacia la residencia de Rohan, aquella estúpida casa tan grande que no tenía idea de quien limpiaba, en cuanto toco el timbre apareció en cuestión de segundos el precioso y muy desvestido hombre en la puerta que pareciera que estaba al lado de esta justo esperando su llegada, con un top sin mangas y unos shorts cortos a los cuales su trasero tapaba un chaleco largo de lana, no era momento para esto pero si lo miraba muy fijo podría tener una erección y no era muy buena idea.

Enserio que necesidad tenía Rohan de ponerse tan provocativo? Era su ropa de entre casa acaso? Cazaba usuarios de stand con ropas especiales tipo Sailor Moon? Incluso hoy tenía pintados los labios, no es que particularmente le gustara eso en un hombre pero con Rohan fantaseaba de acabarle en la cara y de que el labial se le corriera por ello.

-Kishibe, situación, ahora –estaba incomodo, no quería mirarlo fijo y por alguna razón el mangaka lo estaba mirando con unos ojos muy gatunos y seductores según el, que estaba totalmente alucinando.

-Claro, pasa –sin mirarlo fijamente entro en la mansión, el mangaka cerro la puerta detrás suyo con una sonrisa, los estándares del gran Rohan Kishibe se cumplían al ver a Jotaro, un hombre fuerte, alto y totalmente recto era perfecto para el –Jotaro-el moreno se dio la vuelta a verlo a la cara, justo lo que Rohan quería –Heavens Door!

De detrás de su espalda saco un manuscrito, haciendo que el moreno le clavara la mirada y cayera al suelo convirtiéndose en un libro al instante, con los brazos totalmente disueltos en papel y sin piernas para moverse. Le daba cierta risa como el pánico se apodero por momentos de la siempre seria cara de Jotaro, aquello lo hizo sonreir aún mas, seria aburrido para su manga si  su elegido fuera una pared sin sentimientos.

Comenzó a recorrer en círculos alrededor suyo, le daba risa como intentaba mover el cuello para no quitarle la mirada y seguir atento a sus movimientos pensando que le iba a hacer algún daño, pobre e indefenso Jotaro…lo había agarrado totalmente por sorpresa.

-Tu…eres el usuario de Stand del que me hablo Kishibe? –aquello lo hizo reír, llevándose por un segundo una mano a la boca para ocultar su risa.

Bajo y se subió encima de su estomago, tomando una de las paginas en sus mejillas, comenzando a leer cuidadosamente, había una cosa que estaba buscando, el ya conocía la gran mayoría que era la obra maestra que era la vida del moreno pero actualmente quería moverse a tiempos mas modernos.

-Si, el gran Kishibe Rohan es un usuario de Stand, de Heavens Door, necesito saber unas cosas y si no cumples mis expectativas puedes marcharte a casa…-sus uñas cuidadosamente pintadas arañaban las hojas del moreno con una divertida malicia, sabía que no podía hacer daño pero le hacía gracia –No te preocupes, soy yo, me alegra que vinieras tan rápido.

-Entonces por que…

-Veamos, Kujo Jotaro, Noriaki Kakyoin , una esposa americana , casado, una hija…woah, enserio tu propio tió? Ese idiota de Josuke? Que puedes verle de lindo? –el ojiazul se alarmo en cuanto se dio cuenta que el mangaka estaba inspeccionando la parte romántica de su vida, no podía moverse ni reaccionar bajo la presencia de Rohan, sus piernas y brazos se habían vuelto inútiles tiras de papel, su pecho entero parecía un diario similar al que había leído en la mañana con su desayuno –Koichi? Empiezo a pensar que tienes un problema con los estudiantes de secundaria…-empezaba a tener algo de pena, si Rohan estaba en esa parte de su vida eventualmente encontraría…

“Quiero tener sexo con Kishibe Rohan”

Al escuchar eso sus pensamientos se paralizaron, de verdad había encontrado eso? Esto no había sido ya por la presencia de un usuario de Stand…o tal vez por usuario de Stand se refería a el.

-Que mas necesitas de mi? –pregunto con una fingida curiosidad, sabía muy bien a donde iba esto y se decepcionaba de si mismo de no darse cuenta en el momento en que cruzo esa puerta.

-Habla, pensaba escribirte que no saldrías de esta casa hasta que lo hiciéramos, hubiera sido un poco violación ya que no hubieras tenido sexo conmigo por propia voluntad pero ahora veo que no era necesario –el mangaka se lamió los labios, seduciendo mas a Jotaro quien no entendía como podía ponerse en modo sexy con el hecho una bola de papel –así que has caído por el gran Kishibe Rohan? –el hombre se había acercado peligrosamente a el, apoyando su pecho sobre el suyo y pegando sus rostros, se había tranquilizado al no encontrarse en peligro pero no podía sentirse cómodo siendo todavía de papel.

-Si nos estamos entendiendo bien puedes devolverme a la normalidad? No puedo ponerme en ambiente así –le dijo con una cierta molestia, no lo ponía de buena leche, si llegaban a hacerlo se lo haría con violencia.

-Pensaba escribirte unas cuantas cosas pero podemos probar la próxima ese juego –una luz lo envolvió obligándolo a cerrar los ojos, y en cuanto los abrió se encontró con sus piernas y brazos activos de nuevo, se llevo una mano a la cara y ahí había piel.

Suspiro con mas tranquilidad, echando su cabeza al suelo para mirar mas detenidamente al provocativo hombre encima suyo, sus manos se posaron en su espalda con fuerza y en ese momento el se acomodo para quedar con su trasero sobre su entrepierna y con su pecho pegado al suyo, Rohan lo miro con cierta disconformidad y recelo cuando cayo en cuenta de que aún no estaba duro.

-Que? No estoy en mi modo aún, no me pone que me paralicen transformando mi cuerpo –el artista rodo los ojos cuando la mirada ofendida de Jotaro se encontró con la suya.

-Estoy cansado de esto, vamos a mi habitación –con una inesperada urgencia Rohan se levanto y tironeo de la mano a Jojo un par de veces, quien tardo un poco en reincorporarse, y sin ningún tipo de cuidado ni importancia fue arrastrado a la habitación del hombre.

Antes de entrar, Jotaro le saco el abrigo que estaba en su cintura tapando su trasero, ahora todo se veía mucho mejor, totalmente marcado.

En cuanto Rohan se volteo a el luego de abrir la puerta de su habitación Jotaro no perdió tiempo y lo beso, agarrándolo de la cintura, levantándolo apropósito para tirarlo sobre la cama, un beso solo de transición que tomo por sorpresa a Rohan para luego deleitarlo con los fuertes brazos de Jojo rodeándolo y con su lengua en su boca.

Tal vez había sido un poco demasiado expresivo y exagero con la muestra de deseo sexual que le tenía pero no se iba a molestar, por  todo lo contrario la situación lo excitaba bastante, desde hace tanto tiempo había deseado un momento así con el hermoso moreno, lo único negativo que le veía era que estaba relacionado con el imbécil de Josuke pero no tenía tiempo de pensar en ese estúpido si Jotaro estaba recorriendo su boca con su lengua como si hubiera encontrado una cueva llena de oro.

La temperatura en los cuerpos de ambos empezó a subir instantáneamente, los brazos de Rohan se enredaron en el cuello de Jojo tironeando de su abrigo en deseo de intensificar el beso, el moreno le correspondió estirando lo mas posible su lengua, las comisuras de las bocas de ambos estaban empapadas en saliva, las respiraciones de ambos estaban calientes y sus labios suaves y húmedos por el contacto del contrario.

La lengua de Jotaro empezó a mezclarse con la de Rohan quien le correspondió encantado deleitándose con los movimientos bruscos y los tirones que se pegaban, su boca comenzó a comer su labio inferior haciéndolo gemir, aquellos pasionales gemidos lograron ponerlo duro, quería hacérselo, de esta casa no salía sin hacerlo con el. Las manos de Rohan se movieron a su cabello, tironeándolo y tomando el control de sus movimientos, volviendo a traerlo hasta sus labios para besarlo, ambos se habían ido acomodando en la cama y las rodillas de Jotaro ya estaban sobre el colchón por lo que aprovecho a abrir sus piernas para que el se posara entre ellas.

Los cuerpos de ambos se encontraron de nuevo totalmente pegados en cuanto Rohan hizo esto, los sonidos húmedos y los balbuceos de sus respiraciones y jadeos eran los únicos sonidos que podían emitir puesto que se habían dejado el uno al otro sin habla. Jojo se separo de su boca mordiendo sus labios varias veces antes de bajar a su cuello, el cual empezó a chupar y lamer sin contenerse, succionando intensamente con sus labios y dientes, dejando muy profundas y grandes manchas rosadas, aquello se quedaría ahí por unos días y hasta podría tomar otro color, la sola idea de poder volver a estar en una situación así con todas las marcas de esta vez lo hizo ponerse aún más duro.

Las manos de Rohan presionaron la cabeza de Jotaro contra su cuello, dándole a entender que quería mas de aquello, las mordidas de Jojo lo excitaban de sobre manera ahora que por fin se le había dado romper la tensión que había entre ellos 2, sus labios grandes y suaves en su cuello lo hacían perderse por momentos y devolverlo a la realidad por otro con placer cuando lo mordía, lo hacía bien, que succionara y lamiera al mismo tiempo era perfecto y aún mas cuando su lengua pasaba por las marcas que habían dejado sus dientes.

Las caderas de Rohan comenzaron a buscar las de Jotaro, levantándose con sus piernas para rozar ambas erecciones y cuando esto paso ambos soltaron un sonoro gemido al mismo tiempo, seguido de esto Jojo agarro con firmeza sus muslos, posicionándose en medio de estos y parándose ligeramente haciendo que ambos bultos se tocasen.

Totalmente complacido se mordió los labios, había elegido bien sus planes para el resto del día, incluso solo con lo que estaban haciendo notaba que el biólogo era bastante mas grande de lo que esperaba, tal vez debería haberse preparado.

Los jadeos de Jojo se le hacían extremadamente sexys y masculinos, susurros bajos y desgarrantes que hacían que la temperatura de su cuerpo se elevara, con firmeza se levantó, pegándose todavía mas al moreno para colgarse de su cuerpo y comenzar de nuevo a moverse en otro vaivén, sus labios buscaron los suyos desesperados y en cuanto se encontraron la lengua de el busco la suya.

Las comisuras de la boca empezaban a dolerle por la brusquedad del beso pero estaba bien, el moreno lo había sujetado de la cintura para quitarle el top, realmente no hacía falta considerando lo pequeñito que era, aunque en cuanto la prenda se libero del cuerpo de Rohan el ojiazul no perdió tiempo en atacarle, encerrando su pezón con sus labios y dientes mientras le bajaba aquel innecesario short, solo estaba en su camino y molestaba. Desde su cintura hasta su cuello comenzaron a invadirlo corrientes de placer, Jojo era brusco pero justo por eso cuando tironeaba de sus pezones succionándolos se sentía bien, no era un baboso de turno.

Sus dedos se habían escurrido dentro del cabello de Jojo impulsando a que siguiera con aquello, pequeños grititos salían de su boca cuando recibia inesperadas mordidas, después de cada jaloneo su pezón se encontraba extremadamente sensible y sus dientes eran…indescriptible, no debía desconcentrarse de su “investigación” de manga pero…no podía mantener la mente muy en blanco. Una de las manos del moreno se había dirigido a su erección, para abrir el short y meter su mano debajo de su ropa interior tocandolo entero mucho antes de lo que el había previsto, en esos momentos hubiera deseado estar mordiendo una almohada por que aunque apenas lo hubiera empezado a tocar la mano grande y caliente de el se sentía muy bien.

-Estoy cansado de esto –con molestia y urgencia Jotaro se separo de el, obligándolo a levantar las piernas y sacándole el short y la ropa interior por estas, Rohan se relamio los labios y con una patada en el pecho lo empujo a la cama, haciéndolo quedar acostado, oportunidad que no perdió en tirársele encima y posarse sobre su cintura de manera juguetona.

El moreno solo lo miro, tal vez un poco nervioso después de ese cambio rápido pero no le dijo nada, ver a Rohan enfrente de su erección con aquella cara de…vicioso por decirlo de alguna manera lo seguía calentando, el mangaka toqueteo su cintura y estómago, levantando su polera con sus dedos para tocar la piel debajo de esta y finalmente deshacer la hebilla de su pantalón y bajarlos totalmente junto con su ropa interior, de un tirón, entendiendo esto se levanto sobre sus codos y de alguna manera, mientras el chico había empezado a toquetearle tantear terreno se quito su saco y su polera, dejando su enorme pecho al descubierto, en cuanto la prenda dejo libre su campo visual pudo ver una sonrisa, antes de forzarse a cerrar los ojos por que Rohan lo había empezado a chupar, si, sus labios posándose en la cabeza de su miembro lo habían tomado por sorpresa.

La sensación cálida de su boca lo hacía echar la cabeza para atrás, le encantaban los orales pero…si le enfocaba la vista en como lo devoraba era todavía mejor, su cabello moviéndose contra su rostro por el movimiento y sus mejillas sonrojadas…ni hablar como sus labios encajaban perfectamente con su forma, un gemido salió de su boca cuando Rohan succiono desde la base a la punta, volviendo a bajar, empezando a aumentar la velocidad.

Las coloridas uñas resaltaban en su mano agarrando la base de su miembro para poder moverse, de alguna manera Rohan lo estaba tragando todo y no es como si fuera presumido o algo pero no mucha gente lograba hacerlo, su lengua recorría la base en círculos y sus venas a lo largo haciéndolo gemir, cada ola de placer cuando sus labios abandonaban su miembro y se volvían a encontrar hacían que su cuerpo se calentara.

Incapaz de soportarlo mucho mas Jotaro se levanto y lo forzó a levantarse a el, agarrando sus mejillas con sus manos para besarlo, el mangaka se colgó de su cuello devolviéndole el beso pegando su pecho al suyo, la piel caliente de Jojo era muy adictiva.

-Condones, ahora –hombre directo, pensaba Rohan, echándolo en la cama empujándolo con sus manos en los pectorales para subirse en el intentando alcanzar la bolsita en la mesa de luz, Jojo no perdía tiempo y mientras pasaba sus manos por el delgado cuerpo de Kishibe, aunque el sonido plástico de la bolsa y el condón lo desconcentraban un poco. En segundos Rohan estaba subido sobre el, con una botellita de lubricante en una mano y abriendo un condón con la otra, la mano de Jotaro se había posado en el miembro de Kishibe llamando su atención por un momento evocándole una sonrisa, pero lo pudo ignorar y seguir con su trabajo.

El mangaka se recostó al lado suyo con una sonrisa, besándolo por unos segundos que el desesperado moreno no tardo en romper subiéndose encima suyo, pasando su mano por su pecho y sus brazos mientras introducía su lengua, el miembro duro del mangaka tocaba su estomago en ocasiones haciéndolo saber lo mucho que deseaba esto igual que el, su mano se dirigio a sus caderas para abrir sus piernas y hacerse paso hacia sus nalgas para poder abrirlo sin embargo…

-Tu crees que el gran Kishibe Rohan necesita preparación? Solo metete y ya, me ves tan débil como para no poder soportarte? –susurro el joven debajo suyo con una sonrisa arrogante, Jojo rodo los ojos y se puso el condón, así como también un poco de lubricante por si las dudas.

Rohan levanto sus caderas abriendo mas sus piernas, lo suficiente para que el ancho y firme cuerpo del moreno pudiera acomodarse entre estas, en cuanto el hombre se metio su cabeza se echo atrás y sus ojos se cerraron con fuerza, tal vez se subestimo un poco. Obviamente Jotaro noto esto y se quedo quieto, no iba a darle besos y palabras de amor como si fueran unos adolescentes perdiendo la virginidad, simplemente le tendría paciencia, estaba sintiéndose sumamente bien, su interior era apretado y cálido, incluso aun no habiéndose metido entero…

Sin decir nada, las caderas del mangaka se movieron contra el, dándole a entender que podía continuar y así empezó a moverse lentamente, intentando en cada estocada entrar un poco mas, el rostro de incomodidad del mangaka no disminuía pero pronto pasaría, mientras tanto el había empezado a jadear, totalmente complacido por todo lo que estaba sintiendo, como el su interior lo succionaba y lo impulsaba a seguir y como gracias al lubricante podía moverse mas fácil y a gusto.

En cuanto se metió totalmente las uñas de Rohan se posaron en su brazo, gimiendo suavemente, Jojo enrredo sus dedos en su cabello agarrando una de sus piernas para seguir moviéndose, estaba demasiado apretado dentro de el y aquella presión en su entrepierna lo hacía moverse mas y mas rápido de apoco, entre tanto de sus propios jadeos empezó a escuchar los de Rohan, quien poco a poco a medida que iba a aumentando el ritmo, e incluso variándolo había ido encontrando el gusto y la cosa había cambiado.

Intentaba moverse lento por momentos y desesperarlo con un cambio rápido de vaivén en otros, para escuchar los diferentes jadeos que salían de sus coloridos labios, ver sus mejillas sonrojadas lo hacían querer besarlo, y así lo hizo, agachándose para cerrar sus bocas en un beso, gimiendo dentro de estas producto de las embestidas que pegaban las caderas de Jotaro contra las suyas, sus uñas se enterraron en su espalda y sus piernas se enrredaron en su cadera, dándole mas profundidad a Jotaro quien aumento de nuevo el ritmo sacándole gritos desesperados.

La mano del moreno se dirigio a su estomago para agarrarlo, la viscosidad en su entrepierna  hizo que su cuerpo subiera de temperatura de nuevo al sentirse tan deseado por el chico y mordió uno de sus labios, a lo que el le contesto lamiendo los suyos, no es como si se fuera a dejar encantar y engatusar, el era el dominante de los 2, el, el gran Kishibe Rohan por supuesto, aunque aún asi se perdió un poco cuando aún con las embestidas que tocaban cada vez mas su punto aumentando su rudeza su miembro había empezado a ser masturbado por el moreno, y el no era nada delicado a diferencia suya…

El beso se rompió por uno de sus gritos cuando Jotaro toco su fondo, el sudor de ambos había empezado a mojar sus cuerpos, hacía mucho calor en esa cama. El moreno oculto su cara en el cuello del mangaka, aumentando cada vez mas el ritmo mientras movía su mano en su miembro, Rohan estaba avergonzado por que estaba apunto de correrse, de verdad se correría tan pronto? Tan así de loco lo volvía lo grande y grueso que era el miembro de Jotaro dentro suyo? Aquel pensamiento de pena se interrumpió cuando volvió a embestirle con fuerza, volviéndolo loco de nuevo.

Al sentir al chico palpitar en su mano Jotaro quiso moverse todavía mas rápido, con ganas de correrse con el, las piernas le dolían por no darse ni un poco de descanso ni para cambiar de pose pero no quería parar, su interior succionándolo y llamándolo a buscar mas de eso lo hacían seguir. En un momento de excitación mordió su cuello, sacándole otro grito que tapo sus jadeos, la piel de Rohan en su boca había empezado a tornarse caliente y humeda y la piel de sus pechos también hacía parte del trabajo, ambos eran hombres muy atractivos y bien trabajados, el cuerpo del mangaka era firme y duro como el suyo pese a ser mas delgado…

Antes de que pudiera volver a morderlo Kishibe se corrió en su mano, la semilla del chico se desparramo en su mano, un grito largo y entrecortado había anunciado su orgasmo a la vez que sus piernas se paralizaban y caían de sus caderas estirándose en la cama.

Sin embargo a el le faltaba, así que se incorporo, mirando su rostro ahogándose en placer siguió embistiéndolo, en el momento en que vio como su boca se habría y como su lengua resaltaba al no poder soportar tanto después de haber acabado otra ola de placer recorrió su cuerpo, Rohan se veía sumamente lindo.

Con la esperanza de que acabara pronto pegando sus caderas a las de Jotaro se levanto, colgándose de su cuello para bajar su cabeza y lamer sus pezones, no podía aguantarlo tanto tiempo dentro y estaba super cansado pero sabía que no podía pararlo así que era la única manera, al sentir sus pezones siendo tironeados y succionados con el calor y la humedad de su saliva su miembro empezó a palpitar dentro suyo, estaba cerca, Jotaro estaba por correrse en el.

En cuestión de segundos que a Rohan le parecieron eternos por que estaba super sensible el moreno acabo en el con un jadeo ahogado y necesitado, totalmente agotado y cansado se quedo quieto en su lugar, podía sentir el condon llenándose dentro suyo con mucha intensidad, al parecer lo había disfrutado…Rohan se tiro en la cama, intentando buscar un poco de aire, tapándose la cara para cerrar los ojos y disfrutar un poco el momento, los suspiros de Jotaro intentando hacer lo mismo resonaban en la habitación, al parecer estaba realmente cansado…

Al cabo de unos instantes salió de el, sentándose contra el marco de la cama, abrió los ojos un momento y lo vio ahí, con la mirada perdida y complacida, sus músculos y cuerpo entero mojados y brillantes del sudor a su vez de como su pecho subía y bajaba…lo hizo sonreír, con mucha gracia acerco una mano hasta su entrepierna, jugando, pero el otro se la quito de un manotazo suavecito, el moreno suspiro una vez mas antes de mirarlo…

-Yare yare daze, dame 5 minutos y seguimos…

-Tengo una idea…-una mirada picara inundo sus ojos.

Rohan sonrió, incorporándose de alguna manera para invocar a Heavens Door y volverlo papel de nuevo, por un momento el ojiazul entro en pánico, pero no es como si fuera a hacer nada malo, simplemente le escribió que seguiría listo hasta que el lo ordenara y lo dejara ir. Cuando su ataque finalizo totalmente tenso se alejo un poco, hasta que vio como su miembro se erectaba de nuevo…ahora entendía un poco lo que le hizo sin embargo…

-Aún asi, dame 5 minutos…

[elixirnocturno]

❛  well ,  don’t  stand  there  in  the  rain  -  come  on .  ❜

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ A diferencia de muchas otras personas que conocía, Willa disfrutaba del sonido de la lluvia, el chapoteo contra las ventanas y la mano congelándose a paso lento cada que le tocaba sujetar el paraguas. Sin embargo, considerando que llegaba tarde a una fiesta del trabajo, era toda una travesía andar por la ciudad con tacones, vestido y tapado. Observó a la persona que le había ganado el taxi y sintió cierta vergüenza acumulándose en su figura. La desolada velada no prometía otro vehículo en un buen tiempo y no quería llegar tarde tampoco. Terminó aceptando la invitación, encontrando comodidad en el asiento trasero.  

⸻¡Muchas gracias por compartir el taxi! Prometo que me haré cargo de pagar mi viaje. Me dirijo hacia el centro de la ciudad, ¿y usted?  ⸻Cuestionó en lo que acomodaba su cabello y quitaba algunas gotitas de agua de su abrigo. ( @diane-belicv​ )