there's nothing to do at work today and almost everyone's already gone home so I'm basically being paid to browse through tumblr. does that make me an influencer of sorts?
ho cominciato a baciarla prima ancora di chiudere la porta, con un piede. Sembrava che volessi sbranarla, divorarla, mangiarla di baci. Le ho sciolto la coda e le ho tirato i capelli indietro per avere tutto il suo collo da mordere e baciare. Le ho baciato le spalle, le labbra, il viso. Volevo far l'amore lì, in piedi, perchè la voglia di lei era più urgente di tutto. Più delle buone maniere, più delle domande. Non volevo essere gentile, educato, rispettoso. Volevo conoscesse subito l'animale che mi portavo dentro. E io volevo l'altra lei, quella, che forse aveva imparato a non mostrare per non farsi giudicare da uomini stupidi e limitati. La volevo femmina fino in fondo. La volevo donna, e la volevo subito. Per questo non la guardavo con occhi adoranti e non le parlavo con voce tremante per l'emozione di averla lì. No. Non in quel momento. Niente indugi, nessuna gentilezza in quel nostro inizio. Niente frasi dolci, niente lenzuola profumate e letti morbidi, ma muri freddi ed il rumore degli oggetti che cadono, e ansimi incisi con le unghie. Nemmeno una carezza. Quelle le conservavo per dopo, quando tutto fosse finito. Ed erano tante le carezze che volevo darle perché io ero già pazzo di lei. Le conservavo come il dolce a fine pasto.
Ed è qualcosa da cui non puoi scappare... il mare.
Il mare incanta, il mare uccide, commuove, spaventa, fa anche ridere, alle volte, sparisce, ogni tanto, si traveste da lago, oppure costruisce tempeste, divora navi, regala ricchezze, non dà risposte, è saggio, è dolce, è potente, è imprevedibile.
Ma soprattutto: il mare chiama. Non fa altro, in fondo, che questo: chiama. Non smette mai, ti entra dentro, ce l’hai addosso, è te che vuole. Puoi anche far finta di niente, ma non serve.
Continuerà a chiamarti.
Questo mare che vedi e tutti gli altri che non vedrai, ma che ci saranno, sempre, in agguato, pazienti, un passo oltre la tua vita. Instancabilmente, li sentirai chiamare.
―pairing : Luca Kaneshiro x Fem!Reader
―genre : fluff
―word count: 590
― notes : nothing to say, this tweet fucked me up // @pokemonshka this is for us
― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌
“Ah… When is he coming back? ” you thought you yourself with a lonely sigh.
The book you were reading was rather boring, and you risked more than once to doze off on the couch while you waited for Luca to come back home during that rainy monday afternoon; you stretched once again, shuffling just enough to re-arrange the soft pillows behind your back, and tried to ignore the obnoxious feeling of all those tiny little words easily blending themselves together and tempting you to close your eyes and fall asleep.
The familiar sound of keys unlocking the front door made you instinctively check the time on your phone, noticing that contrarily to your perception of time, Luca came home a little earlier than usual.
«Babe! I’m home!» Luca’s voice chanted from the hallway; even if you could hear fatigue transpiring from his voice, the sound of your boyfriend’s footstep was more than enough to fill your heart with warmth and affection.
«Oh, hello there,» Luca greeted you with a smile – his voice much softer than it was seconds ago. He hummed a song to himself, hanging his coat before casually walking towards you the couch as he undid the first buttons of his shirt; «were you waiting for me?» he added, and you shook your head.
«I was finishing this book,» you lied, «it just got to the interesting part.»
«You know it’s not true,» Luca giggled, unceremoniously sitting on the couch and slumping himself against you, so that his head was comfortably resting on your lap; his gaze met yours, and the knowing smile painted on his lips was enough to make your cheeks heathen up.
Luca tapped the cover of the book twice, before proudly saying: «You’ve been reading this book for months. It ain’t that long, you know?» he giggled, and you found yourself laughing with him.
«Well, Sherlock, took you long enough to find out.» you teased him, but Luca simply reached out to take the book from your hands, before closing it and placing it on his lap.
«Who cares, I’m here now, and I want cuddles… and snuggles… and kisses…» he listed while counting on his fingers, his head moving every now and then on your lap as if he was thinking of more affectionate gestures to request from you.
«Sometimes I have troubles believing you’re not actually a cat, you know?» you affectionately teased him, instinctively running your fingers through your lover’s hair, thing that made his eyes light up.
«Oh, I know!» Luca exclaimed, eagerly meeting your eyes once again, «Could you pat me to sleep?» he innocently questioned, and you instinctively laughed, «uh… pretty please?» he added, turning around just enough to hug your waist in an affectionate manner.
Although you didn’t want to give up immediately, you realized yet another time that you definitely couldn’t resist how adorable he could be and so, few minutes later, you were laying on your bed, Luca’s head on your chest as your fingers were lazily combing and threading though his soft hair.
«Don't’ fall asleep before me,» Luca hummed with a sleepy voice, «otherwise I’ll wake you up.» you snorted a laughter in response, thing that made your lover’s head slightly move due to inertia.
«As if you would do that.» you hummed back, gently scratching his nape before repeating your actions.
«You’re right,» Luca tiredly giggled as he hugged your waist closer – if possible, and happily nuzzled his face against your skin, «as if I would do that to you.»