#caro's 2k

[xbellaxcarolinax]

For the prompts that r

“Breathe through your nose” and, “touch yourself”

Miguel trying to help the reader not gag on his cock bcz bros so huge 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ and they’re like crying n

Or

Miguel coming home from work and finding u w headphones in and there’s like porn playing on the computer w ur back facing him and ur humping a pillow and he comes up from behind you and starts rubbing ur boobs and at first ur scared but then u see it’s him and he fucks u with ur headphones in

I went with the first one babe. It's short but I hope you enjoy! Thanks for participating <3

Open Up

Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Warnings: Intense blowjob, choking, masturbating, lots of spit, praise, language.

MDNI

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“Be careful,” Miguel warned, gently tapping his cock over your tongue, “take it slow, okay?”

You nodded as best you could, desperate for a taste of him. Precum had started to dribble down his fat head, and you were ready to lap it up greedily. You wrapped your lips around the tip, your tongue swirling around the delicate skin before giving it a light suck. 

Miguel groaned above you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth when you spared him a glance. You must’ve been doing a good job to garner that reaction, so you continued your exploration. You grabbed him by the base, his trimmed hair tickling your knuckles as you gripped him—weakly at first until he made a small noise, wrapping his larger hand over yours and squeezing. 

“Tighter,” he murmured, “you can squeeze me tighter—yeah, just like that, good.” You glowed at the praise, doing as instructed and squeezing the base, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth.

You pushed forward, taking a bit more of him, letting your tongue slide under his veiny length. The skin was velvet smooth and hot, growing harder the farther you tried to take him. 

He was big, the biggest you’d ever had. Your mouth was so full, lips fully stretched and quivering over the thickness of him. 

Miguel groaned again when you pulled off a bit, lapping over the sides of his cock in little kitten licks. You spit over his length, a string of it still connected to your lips as you watched it slide down and coat the rest of him.

“Coño,” he grunted, his thick fingers weaving into your soft hair, “fuck, mami.” He bucked his hips when you put him in your mouth again, his cock sliding deeper until the head almost hit the back of your throat. 

You moaned, your eyes fluttering. You were so close to gagging but caught yourself at the last moment, mentally cheering as you suckled him softly. 

“So good,” he groaned, head tilting to the side as he regarded you. He could see your thighs trembling, how completely soaked your tight panties were. “Touch yourself, mami, lemme see you.” 

You obediently took your free hand and shoved them passed the waistband of your underwear. Your fingertips are immediately coated in your slick. You moaned again, working your clit in small circles with expert precision.

It was hard to focus on both tasks but you pushed yourself, pleasuring yourself as you took more of him in your mouth. The hand that gripped his base was covered in your spit, wet from the continual drowning of his cock. You removed it, taking more of Miguel’s cock till he banged against your throat painfully, your nose buried in his pubic hair.

You overestimated yourself. It was too much.

You immediately gagged, sputtering over his cock as coughs wreaked your body. Your eyes watered, blurring your vision but you kept at it, bobbing your head and letting his cock jam against your sore throat. 

He was being noisy, grunting and murmuring his praises as he pushed your hair back from your sweaty face, watching you work your mouth to the limit. He was too much to take, too much to try and swallow in one go (you didn’t even have the whole thing in your mouth!), and you felt your heart thundering in your chest. You took the tiniest breath, barely letting any oxygen in, too focused on devouring Miguel whole to quit and breathe properly.

“Oye, I told you to be careful,” he scolded, his red eyes watching fat tears stream down your face, “breathe through your nose.” He pulled his hips away from you, his cock falling out of your mouth.

You did as he said and took gentle inhales, hiccuping, your wet lashes skimming your cheeks when you closed your eyes to concentrate.

“That's it, breathe,” Miguel cooed, his thumb swiping away your tears before his warm hand cradled your face lovingly, “wanna try again?” He chuckled when you nodded vigorously, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

He took himself in hand, tapping his cock over your lips.

“Open up.”

#caro's 2k #ask response #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv #spiderverse

[eiirisworkshop]

Title: Sleepy Time (Not Mine) Rated: E Length: ~ 2k Summary: Aftercare cuddles, sleepy morning sex, and breakfast with his…well, "fuck buddies" isn't quite the right term for either of them, is it? Terminology difficulties aside, Angel's having a pretty good time in his relationships with both Alastor and Husk.

Excerpt:

“I believe this is yours,” Alastor said tightly, more than half supporting a very naked, clingy, somewhat damp Angel. 

“Not mine,” Husk corrected quickly, taking Angel from him, “but something I do take care of. Caro, you okay?”

“Mmhmmm,” Angel hummed, nuzzling into Husk’s neck. 

“He’s fine.” Alastor straightened the collar of his shirt. “Just having a remarkably…snuggly comedown that you are far better equipped to handle.”  He poked Husk to step back and lay a hand on the doorknob.  “Goodnight.”  He shut the door.

Angel’s arms that weren’t already slung around Husk’s shoulders wound around his waist.

Husk took a breath.  “Okay, c’mere you.”  

He hooked an arm under Angel’s legs, hefted him awkwardly, and tried to lay him on the bed but wound up more or less dropping and falling on top of him, tangled in his arms.

#eiiri made this #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin alastor #aroace alastor

[earthry]

Comfort In You | Copia x Reader

Content / Warnings: cardinal copia x transmasc reader, established relationship, stuffed animals, sfw, 2k words, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, tw panic/anxiety attack

Author’s Note: thank you to @dantesunbreaker for commissioning me!

commission info

Hiding in the library, you have a panic attack and try to hold it together. You're found by Copia and learn you don't have to be scared alone.

Soft light breaks through the window, dancing across the bookshelves lined against the wall. The library is quiet and untouched at this time of day as most of its occupants gather together at the mess hall for lunch. Usually you’d be amongst the clamor and noise, the mouthwatering aroma of that afternoon’s meal of choice wafting through the air. Mundane chatter drifting at all corners of the room, gossip and greetings as friends and family congregate.

Today however, the overlapping buzz of voices makes your skin crawl. Everything becomes a drumbeat in your head and when you look at the crowd you feel nauseated at the thought of having to mingle. 

And so, the library remains a place of solace for you. Quiet in all the ways it was supposed and meant to be and you find yourself tucked away in one of the alcoves by the window. Instead of a book in your hands however, Malakai stares up at you with his concerned little buttoned eyes illuminated in the sunlight– even the third one is glaring dubiously. 

“I’m okay,” you reassure your goat plushie and though he cannot emote, you can still feel his doubt. “Really— I’m okay.” As if to prove it, you hug him to your chest.

That’s not your heart pounding, not your breathing that’s stuttering when you inhale. No, it couldn’t be because you were okay. You just needed a little time to… to calm down. To let the hammering in your chest subside.

Thankfully the alcove you’d hidden in was a reading nook of some sort, with comfortable cushions and even a throw blanket folded up against the couch. You find yourself pawing at the blanket and you bury yourself in it, curling in on the couch with Malakai tucked tightly against your chest. Breathe in and out, in and out, you chant to yourself. You’ve done it this many times, why isn't it working now? Why isn’t it coming to a stop like how the world feels tipped against its axis. 

Each breath feels harder than the last.

Frustrated and anxious tears bubble up, you can feel the urge to sob crawling in the back of your throat. It’s an icky feeling, especially when you feel so exposed and vulnerable in the public like this. Stifling a sad whine, you press your nose against Malakai again and inhale his soft healing scent. He smells like citrus and spice. You try to let that ground you but as always your brain is ceaseless. 

It’s even worse when you hear footsteps and your entire body stiffens. You freeze, willing that whoever it is will just walk by or leave quickly. You have no such luck however and the steps get closer and closer. The tears fight at the corners of your eyes again when a voice speaks up and you feel your heart loosen.

“Ah, topolino– so this is where you have run off to, si? Taking a nap?” You peek your watery eyes over the top of the blanket and Copia’s  teasing expression immediately melts into one of concern. He’s with you and scooping you into his warm arms within seconds, soft murmurs of comfort hushing your tears as you are pulled against a firm chest. “Shhh, caro, shh. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m right here.”

Another little sob escapes your lips before you bury your face into Copia’s neck, grabbing fistfuls of his robe in an attempt to cling to your boyfriend. He rocks you against him, sinking into the couch with you in his lap. As he navigates and moves you to rest against him more comfortably, Malakai tumbles onto the floor. Briefly forgotten. 

His little escapade is unnoticed by you and Copia and he sits there all alone on the floor. But it’s okay! His best friend is being comforted and getting what he needs. Malakai is more than happy to wait just a tiny bit for you to feel better. He wants you to be happy and safe– he is your protector after all, and you are his everything.

You’re letting out small wheezes of breaths as you try to regain your composure, but every inhale is met with a wobbly bottom lip as you fall into little bursts of stressed sobs. You whine with frustration and Copia rubs comforting circles against your back.

“Ah, ah– slow down, topo. You’re going to make yourself sick if you try to rush yourself like that.” He presses his lips against your temple before taking your hand in his and placing it over his sternum so you can feel his chest rise and fall. 

“Slowly, si? Follow me– in…” he inhales in and your hand rises as his diaphragm expands. He holds it for just a few seconds before gently exhaling and you can’t help the little giggle as your hand bounces down, “...and out.”

Your giggle is contagious and your boyfriend can’t hold back his responding chuckle. He kisses your temple again, whispering his adoration for you before instructing you to follow him in practicing breathing together again. 

It takes a lot longer than you’d be happy to admit to calm you down completely, but with enough patience and soft reassurances and murmurs of praise, you finally manage to put yourself together. You can’t help but feel a little embarrassed however, and you mumble apologies to Copia after a few beats of silence.

“No apologies needed, topolino.” He replies with a gentle and low voice, “I am simply glad I am able to help. You mean a lot to me, si? I always want you to be okay.”

Your cheeks flush a little, heating at such a shameless display of devotion. However, the thought is swept away by the sudden realization that Malakai is missing. You sit up against Copia’s chest, back straight as you let out a distressed noise. 

“Topo?” Copia’s brow is furrowed, eyes watching you keenly as you frantically look around. You finally spot Malakai patiently waiting on the floor and you let out another sound, this time it’s one of dismay.

How could you have not noticed that Malakai had fallen? Your poor friend had been sitting all alone on the floor while you got all the comfort! You try to make this up to him with little kisses all over his face, squeezing him tightly to your chest, before you freeze. 

Shit, your boyfriend was still present. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t aware that you owned plushies– you had quite a few to his knowledge. But perhaps it was the fact that you are attached to them and they were a big comfort to you. They would always be there for you no matter what, loving and protecting you. You couldn’t imagine a world without them.

But as an adult, you know it’s probably not the most… mature behavior. You definitely know a handful of people who would scorn or mock such a thing. You try not to make it a habit to bring them out with you often, but this morning you had just felt so off and couldn’t help but sneak him with you. You swallow hard and turn slowly to Copia, mouth opening to try to find a way to smooth this over. To either get him to understand or maybe make up an excuse. It dies in your throat however, because he’s immediately making little Copia cooing noises of sympathy. “Oh no, did this little one have a tumble?”

He leans over to give Malakai a little smooch too and you fall in love with him all over again. 

“Is this who was protecting you before I got here?” He asks you, eyes soft. You wordless nod, hugging Malakai to your chest. “Ah, then I should thank him, si? Thank you for being such a good protector and knight to my amore.” he acknowledges the goat plush and gives him a little salute and nod.

“You don’t think it’s childish…?” You hesitantly ask, to which Copia shakes his head.

“Of course not, topolino. Adults can have comfort objects just as much as children, it doesn’t make it childish. Sometimes they come in different forms, si? For some it can be a book, a phone, a necklace, all sorts of things. Yours just happens to be in stuffed form. A very cute one at that.” He bops Malakai’s nose and you giggle. You can just tell that Malakai is offended and you proceed to reassure him that he is a very scary protector, not cute at all. Very ferocious demon goat, very terrifying indeed. 

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The following weeks after, Copia would encourage you to bring Malakai with you if it made you feel better and you began to get into the habit. It made things a lot more comfortable to just be able to hold him in your hands and feel his soft fur against your skin. One day at dinner however, you accidentally spill your soup and with horror, you realize that it’s gotten all over Malakai. Copia is quick to sooth your distress– he helps you clean up quickly before taking Malakai from you with gentle hands. “I will take this to the laundry room, si? Everyone is done for tonight, but they will get to him first thing in the morning. I promise, topo.” 

Despite his reassurances, you spend the rest of your night guilty and anxious about Malakai spending the whole night alone. Even right before bed you find yourself pacing nervously until Copia pulls you into his arms.

“Amore, it’ll be okay. Malakai is a brave little goat, he will be okay by himself for one night. I’m sure he’ll have all sorts of adventures and tell us about it when we get him back tomorrow, si?” You worry your bottom lip but nod eventually the thrumming anxiety subsides. He kisses your forehead, “Now come to bed, I have something for you. I was trying to find the right time to give him to you, and now seems like a good one.”

You are immediately curious and you make grabby hands at Copia almost immediately. He laughs and walks over to his bedside table, “Okay, okay– give me a moment, I must fetch him.” He fishes into the drawer and pulls out a little package. Gingerly, you take it from him sit on the bed, placing the delicate little bundle in your lap.

“What is it?” You ask in wonder, and your boyfriend chuckles.

“Open it to find out, caro.” and so you do, gently lifting the folded tissue paper and uncovering a small stuffed rat. You gasp softly in delight and cup him into your hands. He’s a tiny little guy with plush dark fur and little button eyes. His little nose is round and cute and he seems to be very pleased to be there with you.

“A friend!” You exclaim, lifting the new plushie up to give him a little kiss on his nose. Copia grins and sits beside you, arms snaking around your waist to pull you into his lap.

“I figured you might have trouble sleeping tonight without Malakai by your side, so how about this little guy help guard you for a little while until Malakai comes back? And then maybe the two of them can take turns or be uh– buddy-buddy, si?” He explains, and you look back at him with so much love. You’re not sure how to thank him and it takes a moment but you decide on bombarding him with hugs and kisses will have to do. He gives a little shriek as you attack him with affection and you tumble onto the bed together with your new rat friend safely in your care. 

In the morning, you are reunited with Malakai who happily welcomes his new protector buddy– it becomes a daily routine for them to play rock paper scissors to decide who gets to go out with you for the day. It’s usually an even split and you can tell that neither of them have complaints. They love each other just as much as they love you– and that’s all that matters.

#the band ghost #copia #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus 4 #papa iv #papa 4 #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #commissions #my fic #<3

[broomsticks]

@nanneramma queen of RANGE, queen of rare ships, queen of big, big feelings in small moments. the hpsaffics summer exchange was the first time i got to read (and write for!) nan and it was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT and i love that we’re both baby mods there now.

baNan is so caring and supportive and ridiculous and someone you can absolutely count on for ‘yes and.’ i love how fully you embrace everyone’s insanity uniqueness, and you brighten the day of everyone who’s fortunate enough to know you — well except mine the few times you manage to snipe beta requests out from under me. 💝

nan writes such a diversity of characters and ships and genres, and they’re all such gems that choosing was LEGIT TORTURE, BUT:

getting steamy in this hot sweltering greenhouse: Bloom • Neville/Blaise • 17k, E. fluff, angst, smut, pining, guilt, humor, friendship, there are a million feels in this one and nan hits all of them perfectly. p.s. my heart always for background ginsy. there’s also lots of exceedingly lovely and thoroughly well deserved comment love on this piece if you too are into perving on that XD

the loveliest little bit of warmth by the cold Scottish sea: Landlocked, Oceanbound • selkie!luna x pansy • 7.5k, T. both luna and pansy are brilliantly characterized here — luna with a perfect blend of serenity and strangeness, and pansy with just the right amount of guilt, hesitation, holding-back. nan has a way with descriptions and turns of phrase that’s just magical; the selkie au feels come through in every other line.

this one hurts. And All I Loved • Bellatrix character study • 5k, M. get into bellatrix’s dark desperate hauntingly lost mind, full of pain and horror, and feel for her!! such terrifying pictures here of her in the Forest, in Black Manor, in the Hogwarts halls, and eventually, to Voldemort.

best twist. Child's Play • George/Oliver • 2k, M. one of those fics i am truly struggling to come up with a rec for because there’s so MUCH in here! is it hopeful, exhilarating, excitement with our favorite quidditch boys, or is it uhhh not that? read it. you’ll feel things. you’re welcome.

‘read it. you’ll feel things. you’re welcome.’ x2. ad te omnis caro veniet • Pansy/Tom • 1.3k, M. "Pansy wants to finish her masterpiece. Tom helps her—for a price." no really i genuinely don’t know how to rec this. the buildup is impeccable. don’t let the tags put you off. you’re in good hands.

tiny bites of sheer heaven. i am tired, i am yours: saffics summer exchange double drabbles // 200 words, misc pairings and ratings. each and every one of these is perfection in a neat little package. such a range of pairings and feelings. some of my favorites: Menagerie (eighth year pansy/ginny flirting), Rather Have You (helga/rowena smut), and The Upper Hand (cho/ginny slow burn romance!! i stg! the buildup you manage to get in 200 words!)

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for an explanation of why i just wrote you a whole ~thing~, check out this post & the ‘mutuals march’ tag below!

#mutuals march #hp femslash #hp rare pairs #nan tag #my fic recs #hp fics

[soporis]

Tuition and loans will be 100% covered by my other accounts.

That means I have the entirety of my tangerine money to spend (plus, actually, some alterna money since the loan has 0% interest and the account has a minuscule amount of interest, but its so negligible it covers like, a splurge of a candle). That means from this day on, we've got ~$24,000 (yes, some of that is TFSA, so untouchable unless of absolute emergency. Side note, start investing that.)

So following the current layout of how we budget but with the new rent, we've got:

Food and Dining: $400~ Rent and Utilities: $1325 + $40, based off of what I was paying with Erin?? Donation: $11.75 (recurrent only moving forward, sadly) Travel: $97 (monthly opus and then any train trips will be booked via points accumulated) Other: We gotta keep this at a nice low $126.25 to make this an even $2k per month.

So assuming NO additional spending but also no job, that's exactly a year. You didn't account for the ~$500 you've also got in tangerine, nor the fact that this ^ spending habit will not begin in january (probably), so that adds a little bit of wiggle room that is INSTANTLY nerfed by weddings. I don't even know what my costs are going to be for those; I still need to book Caro's fllight and Natalie's expenses keep adding up so I'm really just going to pay what I need until we get there, honestly.

Ok, so maybe it really will be job time come January. I think only job time then will be with Ken though, because I want something fully remote and also low-pressure. If he doesn't have anything for me, then I will begin to look for McGill positions that begin in May, as that will be the time that my savings are going to start to look scarce and start to scare me a bit.

And as I've said before and will say again, maybe yt is gonna really take off for you, lol. Would be a nice way to make a living if it happens, but obviously don't count on it. I would also say not to exclude the of option either, since you can kill so many birds with that stone.

#personal #did i post a budgeting thing like a week ago yes #am i really trying to plan this out also yes

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[africareddie]

yay i got 1.9k!! thanks sm!!

#i got 100 followers in like less then a month so thank you all sm #caro speaks #!!! #im gonna do something cool for 2k #probably a follow forever post #deleting later

[mynameseri]

In the Name of Love

Risotto Nero x Reader

My first writing commission🖤 If you are interested in commissioning me, send me a DM!

Warnings: None! SFW, kinda angsty kinda fluffy

Word Count: 2k

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No matter how you adjusted your body on the cushions of the black leather couch, you weren’t able to get fully comfortable. Your anxiety overwhelmed you to the point of physical discomfort, which you couldn’t seem to ease no matter how hard you tried. The entirety of La Squadra occupied the rest of the room, chattering amongst themselves until the arrival of your leader: Risotto Nero. As you sat by yourself on the couch, it felt impossible to muster the courage to talk to any of your teammates. The reason for this meeting was your fault anyway. You knew it and even if they didn’t openly say it, they knew it too. The guilt of your mistake was why you sat alone on the couch, unable to meet their eyes with your own.

Silence filled the room and every set of eyes was on Risotto as he entered and took a seat in a spot that everyone could view clearly. It was common for La Squadra to regroup a few days after a mission, usually reviewing how it went and what could be done better in future missions once the dust of the current one had settled. You were all professional assassins, so it was important to strive for improvement and eliminate all weaknesses as they arose.

“You all know why we’re here today,” Risotto declared with an expressionless face. He was always hard to read in the public eye in a bid to uphold his professionalism, frequently hiding his emotions only to unveil them in private settings. Despite his well kept composure, every member of the squad was aware of the strength and power he held, physically and within the mafia. He was not one to mess with or doubt.

“The mission went well with minimal damage taken on our end. By definition it was a success; we met our objectives and obtained what was needed. Putting the obvious aside, certain members went against their directions and that is an action that can put us all in danger, which I cannot allow.”

As he continued on with the meeting, remorse lingered in your stomach alongside the flashbacks running through your mind. These flashbacks had been haunting you, playing on repeat since that moment. You and Risotto were partners during the mission due to the compatibility of your stands for it. Despite that, working together was a decision he came to regret in the end due to how your performance in the mission turned out. The possible outcomes of pairing up lovers had been clear from the start. Relationships and work always seemed to end up a hot mess, as you had seen through other groupings of romantic partners in  La Squadra in the past. Feelings interfere with logic and critical thinking; you now knew that firsthand.

“Remember, you must keep your own safety a top priority during a mission. You’re given certain orders: see them through. Worrying about your teammates comes second, as they also need to focus on their own safety first.” Risotto’s words were honest ones; it was every man for himself in this job setting. Assassination was a tough line of work and putting others before yourself was risky and could lead to sloppy work. Letting his words sink in, you reflected on yourself. You were always headstrong, letting your gut feeling take control even if it meant disobeying orders, which was exactly what Risotto and the team were against.

Even if your actions were in a bid to save Risotto from injury, they went against the rules and order of La Squadra. From your perspective, he was in danger, potentially unaware of the enemy lurking nearby, but with the help of your stand you sensed it and tried to intercept them from hurting Risotto, which ended up making you vulnerable to their attack. Because of how quickly everything was happening, you couldn’t judge if Risotto was aware of their presence or could sense the danger. Going with your instinct, you stepped in and pushed him out of the way of the attack, which narrowly missed him. Even though you didn’t follow your orders, you were able to save him and you both escaped with taking no damage, but you knew he wasn’t going to let your disobedience and recklessness slide.

The meeting ended sooner than you expected, mostly because your other teammates had stuck to the plan so there was no point in endlessly lecturing them for mistakes they didn’t make. After giving his final thoughts on the matter, the rest of the teammates dispersed from the meeting room, heading to their designated rooms in the base. The number of members in the room slowly decreased until the only ones left were you and Risotto.

The tension hanging in the air made you even weaker than you already felt. Risotto hadn’t spoken to you since the end of the mission days ago, making you ache for him in ways you didn’t know were possible. You were so used to constantly communicating with him and being beside him, being separated by his will was hell to you. He needed time to work through his thoughts and emotions, to select the right words and logically think through the situation and handle it appropriately.

Risotto understood where you were coming from and your intentions, but he didn’t like you endangering yourself just for him, in the name of love rather than sticking to the methods of work. He could hold his own out there and you knew it; you also knew you needed to separate your feelings from work. This was why partnering with him on missions was problematic.The whole situation was messy. He was mad and he had every right to be; putting space between you two was his punishment and he hoped for you to finally learn your lesson.

“We need to talk.” Ris breathed in a low growl, giving you the look you knew damn well meant you were in trouble. “My office. Now.” As he got up from his seat, you were quick to follow suit, only steps behind him at any given moment. It felt so good to be in his presence again, something you had so desperately craved after being apart the last few days. Although you knew this was going to be a tough conversation, you couldn’t help but feel at ease knowing the separation between you two was coming to an end. As you approached his office, he gestured for you to enter first and followed behind you, closing the door as he went.

“(Y/n),” He huffed, pressing you up against the nearest wall and intensely gazing into your soul. Despite his expressionless face, his glowing red eyes showed his anguish, a sight that inexplicably overwhelmed you. “Listen to me next time, caro/a.” Each word pierced into you in a way that made your heart feel heavier than it did previously.

“Ris-” You started, in an attempt to justify your actions, but he quickly stopped you, pressing his index finger roughly against your lips. The feeling of his skin against your own brought butterflies into your stomach, despite the seriousness of the situation.

“You need to follow instructions; I gave them for a reason. I don’t want you getting hurt. You could have gotten severely injured, perhaps even killed, back there.” His words echoed in your mind; he was right. “I can take a hit, handle an attack against me. It wasn’t worth putting your own life on the line and giving your position away to the enemy.” You knew there was nothing you could say to justify going against his gameplan. You acted with your heart and not your head, a critical mistake. You knew he wasn’t exactly mad at you for going against orders as much as he was upset that you could have gotten hurt trying to save him.

“I know. I know,” You sighed, not even putting up a fight against his words now. “I wasn’t thinking clearly… I acted out of love…” Trying to piece together your words became harder as a pit grew in your stomach, your voice cracking as you continued, “Because I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” Just those words were enough to release all of your emotion, leading you to pull him in for a hug. Sensing your guilt and sadness, he reciprocated the hug and held you even tighter - he was always a sucker for your touch.

As you melted into his arms, nothing else in the world seemed to matter. Two lovers in a passionate embrace, soaking in one another’s feelings through touch. You thought you knew what you were signing up for when you joined La Squadra. But you never would have guessed you would end up falling in love with Risotto. While your relationship was a gift, it was also something that complicated life more than you’d both like. It was challenging to find the balance between lovers and teammates, especially in the midst of missions. But you knew miscalculations and mistakes could be fatal, so there was a time and place to let your feelings take the lead, and during work was not the right time.

His grip loosened from the hug and your eyes met once more in a shared gaze full of love and unspoken words. The feeling coursing through your body was one that couldn’t ever be fully explained. You were the only person he could share this side of himself with, while he chose to maintain his strong, hard image with all others; it was undeniable how much he loved you. He was open with his true thoughts and feelings; he was genuinely himself when he was with you. You could feel him softening up, not just by his grip but also through the tension in the air that was fading and instead replaced with your fondness for each other.

“Please be more careful next time, caro/a.” He whispered, planting a kiss atop your head. “I would hate myself if anything happened to you because of me.” The words were enough to send a chill down your spine while making your heart feel as if it could burst at any given moment.

“I promise this won’t happen again, Ris. I’m sorry,” your voice quivered as the words escaped your lips, eyes quickly averting towards the floor. Putting his index finger to your chin, he lifted your face to look up at him, and pulled you in close, pressing his soft lips against yours. Oh how you had missed the feeling of adrenaline ripping through your bloodstream from his kisses; you never wanted to do anything that might make him want space from you ever again. You loved him. You needed him. Nothing was worth jeopardizing your relationship with him. You deepened the kiss, bringing your own hands to his face, slowly entangling your fingers in his hair as you traded the taste of mint and heartfelt emotions between your tongues.

“Thank you, piccolo/a.” He interrupted the kiss and softly smiled, “I only make these orders with the intention of keeping you as safe as I possibly can. I hope you understand that and where I’m coming from with my requests.” Feeling like he had said enough, his lips crashed against yours once again, picking up where they had left off.

It was clear the hardest part was over and things were moving from what felt like a lecture to something more fun and well needed. You pulled back from the hot and heavy kiss, inhaling a deep breath and basking in the beauty of Risotto’s signature smirk. You couldn’t get enough of him, he was your everything. Kisses weren’t enough to satisfy your desires from him at the current moment, you needed more and it was obvious he did too with the way he was eyeing you like a piece of tender meat. It was time to let the worries and issues of work be put behind you for now.

“Let’s take this elsewhere,” Risotto hummed, gently taking your hand in his own and leading you toward the door. You effortlessly followed, willing to go wherever he planned on taking you. As you exited the room, a sense of relief filled your body knowing everything was okay. You strolled together, hand in hand, down the hallway toward your shared room eager to release the rest of your pent up desire and feelings through making love to one another.

#eri.writes #commission #jjba #risotto x reader #Risotto Nero #jjba part 5 #la squadra #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #JoJos Bizzare Adventure #jojo risotto #jjba risotto

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miguel + "you can take it" please 🤭

Crazy

Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Fucking filthy. P in v, biting, oral (f receiving), pain (he's big, as we all know). It's late for me, sorry for any mistakes.

Pls enjoy and let me know what you think!

MDNI

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It was a new position.

He’d never taken you from behind before, ass in the air and completely exposed—entirely at Miguel’s mercy. 

He ran his large hands down your sides and over the smooth globes of your ass, giving them both a little slap. You moaned, knees pressed into the mattress and face buried in his sweet-smelling sheets. Your back was impossibly arched as Miguel ate from you, keeping a large hand flat against your shoulder blades to keep you exactly how he wanted. 

His expert tongue swirled over your sensitive nub, sucking on it gently as he listened to your gentle pants and mewls. You could feel him smiling against your cunt, a little puff of air released from his nose in amusement.

“W-what?” You panted, raising your head just a bit so he could hear you properly.

“Nada,” he chuckled, giving your ass a messy kiss, “you sound cute.” You huffed, ready to retort with a slick response but cut yourself short when Miguel began to flick his tongue in a way that had your toes curling, your hips moving to chase his eager mouth. 

He dragged his tongue through your swollen folds, his mouth making obscene noises as he sucked all your juices, dipping into your hole and thrusting inside every so often.

“M-Miguel.” You whined—not for the first time that night—your hands extending outward to fist his sheets, nails biting into your palms through the thin cotton fabric.

“Feels good?” He murmured, his words muffled by your glistening cunt.

“M-mhm.” 

Your legs were spread so far apart you thought your pelvis would snap in half if it weren’t for Miguel stabilizing you. His hands held your cheeks open as he devoured you ravenously—like a starved man. He began licking so viciously that you were reaching your peak, legs trembling and hole twitching around his tongue.  

"Fuck, Miguel, I'm gonna—"       

"Come for me."

That did it. You cried into his sheets, tears welling in your eyes as your cunt convulsed, filling Miguel's waiting mouth with your essence. He groaned, feasting on your tangy juices with powerful sucks and long licks with his flat tongue.  

“You fuckin’ taste amazing.” Miguel hummed into your swollen pussy, giving it a messy kiss, his nose buried deep in your folds and taking in your heavy scent.  

He gave you about thirty seconds to catch your breath, getting on his knees and pressing his hips against your ass. He lowered his head to spit over your hole, watching it drip down your crack and flow over your puckering cunt. 

You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut, his fingers skimming through your tender folds to spread the mess. Your muscles tensed at his touch, not because you didn’t like it, but because you knew that soon his cock would be breaching your walls, splitting you open.

“Relax, baby,” Miguel cooed, bringing a hand to the nape of your neck and lightly dragging it down to the curve of your spine in comfort, “I need you to relax. No quiero lastimarte.” 

You knew it would hurt. It always does at first, no matter the position. Miguel was just so big—and equally smug about it.

He glided his hard cock through your folds, completely coating the underside in your slick before lining himself up. You could feel his swollen head right over your sensitive cunt, teasing it a bit.

“¿Estas lista?” He asked, not daring to move until you gave him permission to do so. You nodded your head, bracing yourself for impact.

“Lemme hear you say it.” He said, slapping your ass gently.

“I-I’m ready.” You breathed, gasping when he carefully notched his tip into your entrance, griping your hips, and pushing in a few inches. You let out a pained moan, your pussy being stretched raw in the new position. 

Miguel paused, letting your walls adjust to his girth, petting your hair in an attempt to soothe you. 

“I know, baby, I know. ¿Te duele?“ You sniffed with another simple nod of your head, because yes, it did hurt, but you were tough, and it wasn’t the first time you were taking his cock. You could do it. You would do it. 

Miguel continued to soothe you in the way he knew best, draping over you to place kisses on your bare shoulders, mindful of not shifting his hips too much. You felt your cunt flutter around him, fighting to accommodate his massive size. You panted, squeezing his cock, catching his slight intake of breath.

“Miguel.”

“Mm?”

“Move, please.” Miguel wasted no time, gripping your hips again and continuing to push forward, pressing in a couple of inches more. You cried out, shoving your face into the sheets as you fought against the pain. 

Maybe you couldn’t do it.

“Miguel, I can’t—pull out, I-I can’t do it, you’re too fucking big.” Miguel was panting above you, fighting with every nerve in his body to not ram into you. You were so tight and wet and so fucking inviting.

“Don’t give up on me yet,” he groaned, “you can take it, baby, si puedes.” 

“Fuuuuck,” you whined when he slowly pushed his cock deeper, “y-you’re so fucking big.” 

“Almost there.” He reassured you, pressing firmly until he was balls deep, hips pressed snuggly against your ass. “Fuck, you see? You did it.” His praise went straight to your core as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. 

He began to gently grind into you, taking his time before slowly pulling himself out and pushing back in. He did it again, and again, and again, picking up speed until he had you mewling beneath him, your cunt providing him with the juices needed to easily fuck into you. 

It felt good, so fucking good. The sheets were damp with your tears and drool, your mouth open as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot. Your eyes fluttered, your throat dry from your screams, and pussy squelching around him so loudly, it was the only thing he was really focusing on.

Miguel started getting mouthy, groaning, and whimpering, telling you how good you felt, how wet you were, how tight you gripped his cock. The stretch was unbelievable in this position, his cock seemingly reaching past your cervix and straight into your stomach—utterly stuffed to the brim. 

“Feels good, mama?” He grunted, suddenly lifting you up so that your back was against his chest. He pressed his mouth to your ear, one arm holding you around the waist while the other searched for your swollen clit, circling it with the pad of two fingers. “This cock making you feel good?”

You wept, cheeks wet with tears as he rammed into you violently now, your pussy creaming all over him.

“I’m s-so close,” you cried, feeling your climax approaching rapidly, your hips moving in sync with his to meet his thrust. “F-fuck, Miguel, I’m coming.” As soon as you said the words he latched on to your neck, sinking his fangs into you with a moan. You were overstimulated, your body trembling in his arms as you came over his cock, your sticky juices covering his toned abdomen. 

“Mmm, fuck, you’re squeezing me tight,” he panted in your ear, his thrusting growing sloppier and uncoordinated before a vicious moan ripped from him, holding you in his trembling arms as he came, and filling you up with rope after rope of his cum. “Goddamn, you’re gonna kill me.” You could feel his chest heaving on your back, his breathing erratic as he slowly calmed himself down.

“Not before you rip me in half with that massive thing you call a cock.” You answered weakly. Miguel buried his face as deep as he could into your neck, chuckling softly, tongue darting out to lap at the tiny wound he inflicted. 

“Mi muñequita,” he mumbled sleepily, “you took me so well, hm? Knew you could do it. You're a champ, baby.” His cock began to soften just enough for his spend to leak out, coating you both in sticky cum and sweat. 

You hummed, reaching back to run your fingers through his sweaty hair, turning your head so that he could meet you in a kiss. It was sloppy, like everything else, noisy in the silence of Miguel’s bedroom.

“Wanna go again?” You felt his lips pull into a grin, cock slipping out but hardening once again. You scoffed, lightly tapping his face.

“You’re crazy.” You yelped when he pushed you down against his bed in the same position you were in only a moment ago—chest flat against the mattress and ass up in the air to reveal your sopping cunt.

“Yeah,” he whispered, dragging his cock through your aching folds before pressing in, “I am crazy.”

...

Nada- Nothing

No quiero lastimarte- I don't want to hurt you

¿Estas lista?- Are you ready?

¿Te duele?- Does it hurt?

si puedes- yes you can

Mi muñequita- My little doll

#caro's 2k #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara reader #atsv #spiderverse

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los juegos que les gustan a uds vs los juegos que me gustan a mi

#che es nueva esta cosita nunca la habia visto omg we love to cry #anyway 522% MÁS CARO SHDSKJSDHJS dios bendito gracias por hacer que me gusten los juegos indies #igual tampoco que jugue the gallery todavia pero se que es una peli interactiva y esos 200 pé me están llamandoooo #anyway que caro todo loco se me fueron todos los juegos arriba de 2k BUEH de lo que se quejaba jajaj #according to jules

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sogno

☁️ izumi + takuya // [day 6] dream (for @digiweek 2021) frontier babyyyy! i honestly kinda upset with so much grammatical confusion in this fic, but the topic itself is very close to my heart. izumi's struggle is my current struggle, so i hope this can also be a piece of advice to myself. the setting was post-2019's frontier cd drama: the train known as hope. translation can be read here, and you can listen to them on youtube. basically, takuya's going to italy to pursue a soccer career while izumi is currently doing part-time modelling. they're both in their final year of high school, and takuya asked izumi to become his teacher. massive thank you to @tangledupblue for the italian translation and izumi's family background headcanon. some terms might be confusing for some people, so i'll put some footnotes. otherwise, the translation will be right after the italian sentences. make yourself comfortable as this is 2k in length. happy reading!

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It had been a couple of months since they agreed on a schedule—a schedule that they never really changed unless something significant happened: every Tuesday and Friday, six to seven-thirty in the evening at Saint Marc Café Ueno.

However, that Friday during the first week of summer break, Izumi asked Takuya to come before lunchtime. Instead of meeting in front of the Akihabara station, she told him to go to Shinjuku, where they hopped on a rapid train and travelled as far as Musashino [1]. The journey did not stop there because Izumi took him for a walk down some lanes in what seemed to be a housing area.

He asked her so many questions along the way. She answered none of them.

At the peak of his curiosity, Izumi finally led him into a small building, lush green vines covering most of its brick wall. Takuya initially thought it was a mere house, but then he spotted a sign above the door written in white-coloured cursive: Trattoria della Nonna Gia [2]. There was a chime of a bell when he closed the door, and then he could see the inside of the building dominated by tables and chairs.

Takuya was almost certain this was a restaurant, but that was before Izumi peeked from the door behind the register and said, “I’m home.”

A woman with a pale-yellow apron then exited from what Takuya thought was a kitchen. She exchanged a small talk with Izumi that Takuya couldn’t hear, but as soon as the woman saw Takuya cluelessly standing near the front door, her expression turned ecstatic before she rushed forward and grabbed both of his hands. It was only then Takuya realised the woman did not look very much like a Japanese; bright coloured hair, fair skin, and a pair of hazel eyes that were looking straight into him with glimmers of excitement.

“Devi essere il famoso Takuya. Piacere, caro. Sono tanto emozionata di conoscerti!”

—and his hypothesis was proven true after the lady started to speak in Italian very, very fast, complete with its accent.

“Io sono la mamma di Izumi. Come va l’italiano? Spero che lei sia una brava maestra con te! Madonna! Tanti auguri per la squadra di calcio! È in Castellanza, vero? Così piccolina la città, ma non c’è ciò che non sia bellísimo in Italia.” (You must be the famous Takuya. Nice to meet you, darling. I’m so excited to see you! I’m Izumi’s mom. How’s the Italian lesson going? I hope she’s teaching you well. My God, congratulations for the soccer team! It’s in Castellanza [3], right? It’s a small town, but there isn’t anything that isn’t pretty in Italy anyway.)

Truth be told, while they always met about two times a week for around two months, Takuya was a lousy pupil. He often slacked off while studying—a fact that made Izumi mad to the core, of course—and his skill had never really grown. That was why all he could manage was giving a reply as short as,

“…sorry?”

—in Japanese. Not in Italian.

The woman seemed taken aback before she decided to glance at Izumi. “Ma cara, pensavo che hai detto che dovevo solo parlarli in Italiano quando finalmente lo porti a casa!” (But dear, I thought you said I should only speak to him in Italian when you finally bring him home!)

“Change of plan. His head is full of sakka but not il calcio [4],” Izumi answered in Japanese, sighing as if she was expecting this. “I’ll explain later on, Mama.”

Mrs Orimoto blinked in confusion, but then she smiled understandingly when she turned back to Takuya. “Make yourself at home, Takuya-kun. Just take a seat somewhere and order anything, okay? Sakura will help you once you guys ready.”

Getting an answer in perfect Japanese from a foreign-looking lady who was speaking so differently just a minute ago made Takuya stunned once again. “Ah… okay,” he said, dumbfounded. “Thank you—I mean, grazie.”

After Mrs Orimoto returned to the kitchen, Izumi brought him to a table near the window on the restaurant’s corner. The menu was already there, in which Takuya then settled for a Pizza Margherita and cream soda, while Izumi copied his drink but with a salad. Once Sakura, the cashier, took their order, Izumi started to get the language books from her bag—a sign that they would begin the lesson soon.

Nevertheless, Takuya needed to get one thing straight first. “Why do you bring me here?”

“Thought that this will help to get us closer to the Italian ambience because certainly, someone is not taking the lesson very well all this time,” she answered with a clear annoyance in her tone that made Takuya shivered in horror. “That, and I’ll get bloated if I eat another Caramel Banana Delight. Come on, let’s just study first and save the chit-chat for later.”

Izumi was actually a pretty decent teacher, despite her saying “forza, forza” way too often. Her explanation was as clear as her pronunciation, but the most important thing was she got a bag of patience that never seemed to run out even when Takuya was quite hopeless himself. However, considering the long journey and the hospitality, Takuya was determined not to waste any more time and tried hard to catch up. He even asked her not to stop even though they had passed the usual 1.5 hours duration.

When the time showed four in the afternoon, only half of the pizza left and the ice cream in their soda had completely melted. Izumi called it to quit, saying that they shouldn’t push themselves further to avoid burnout. She went for a toilet break, which gave Takuya time to finally observed the wall behind her seat.

There were photos hanging, each of them inside a wooden frame. Some of them were mere sceneries of Italy, but there were portraits of people. A big Italian family, an old lady in a tomato orchard, and a family of three in front of what appeared to be a cathedral—an Asian-looking man, a lady that looked slightly familiar, and a baby in her arms. Takuya took the liberty to make his own conclusion, which he popped at Izumi once she returned to her chair.

“I know you lived in Italy once, but you never mentioned anything about your mother being an Italian herself.” Maybe that explained how Izumi’s hair was brighter than an average Japanese person and how her eyes had a green tint if you looked closely.

“My parents met when Mama came to Japan for a long holiday,” she explained. “Classic love at first sight story. They got married here, and I was born. After that, Papa got an offer to continue his study in Italy, and they didn’t even think twice.”

“Ah.”

Izumi seemed kind of awkward for a moment. She then proceeded to pick a slice of pizza and asked after a chew, “Why do you finally settle on football?”

“Huh?”

“You decide not to go to university and take a very risky career path by pursuing football. Don’t your parents disagree?”

“Oh, they did. They were furious, as a matter of fact.” Takuya responded. “They told me there’s no guarantee I can be as good as Nakata [5]. I should be attending university and searching for a more settled job, especially I am the first-born and I should give a realistic example to Shinya. Even when I brought home that talent scout to convince them, they were still in doubt. I mean we’re talking about a very small club in a small city that is not Milan nor Rome.”

“So, what did you do?”

“I talked to them. I think I was begging at some point,” he snickered. “But honestly, if you asked me why did they change their minds, I’m not really sure myself. Maybe they got a sudden moment of realisation. Maybe my ancestor sent them a message through a dream saying, ‘hey, you better let your son go’?”

Izumi finally let out a chuckle, but she kept stirring her soda grimly. “Well. At least you’re sure about your dream.”

“No, I’m not,” Takuya frowned. “You said it yourself; it’s a very risky career. If I’m good, I’ll be travelling one hour away to become AC Milan’s ace [6]. If I’m not, I’ll be a loser stuck in someone else’s country, oceans away from home without an education.” He shrugged. “Yet again, you never know until you try. That’s why I don’t mind walking this rocky trail if it’s leading me closer to my dream.”

“But that’s the point, Takuya. You have a dream,” Izumi suddenly sounded irritated. “I don’t know what I want to be after high school. Should I go to university? Of course I should—my father’s a professor! But what do I want to study? I don’t know!”

She obviously began to get frantic, and Takuya knew because her Italian accent started to come out—even though she was speaking in Japanese—and her hands were making gestures that rapidly changed in every phrase.

“What if I don’t want to study anymore? Yes, my parents will be outraged, but they shouldn’t even bother at the first place because I don’t know what I want to do anyway. I thought trying modelling will help me to figure it out, but it’s not. I’m doing it because I can, not because I’m passionate about it,” she threw her hands on her lap frustratingly. “I don’t know, Takuya. I feel like I’m lost.”

There was a brief moment of silence where she was slouching hopelessly in her chair and he was just staring at her, before he took a deep breath and opened his mouth again.

“But Izumi… you don’t have to figure it all out right now, do you?” he said, shifting his position to make himself more comfortable as the seriousness grew in his eyes. “If you ask me, I think that’s why Kouji decides to go on a trip around the world—because he doesn’t have any plan and hopes to find one in his journey. And believe me: even if you finally land on a wrong choice, there will always be another opportunity to fix it and make it better. Life always finds a way, eventually. Remember we were once lost in The Digital World yet managed to come back after facing so many obstacles? It’s exactly like that.”

It was Izumi’s turn to stare at him. Sometimes, she did not realise how the time flew so fast. The boy who sat in front of her was once the most reckless person she’d ever met. He would dive into anything headfirst without exactly thinking about the consequences, as if the goggle on his cap would be able to protect not only his eyes but also his entire body and soul. Maybe that was why Izumi also naturally became the mother hen who kept scolding him if he put himself or the group in danger. Even when he came to her a few months ago and asked for an Italian crash course, she quickly agreed to it despite being busy enough with the part-time model stuff. And it was not only because she was excited to introduce her half culture, but also because she was worry about him.

Now, with a determination glimmered in his gentle eyes, she finally noticed that boy had turned into a fine and mature young man—maybe even mature than this mother hen.

“Really, Takuya,” she whispered. “Since when did you become so wise?”

“What can I say? I might be dumb at Italiano, but take this from someone who actually makes a lot of mistakes in his life.”

They shared a lighter talk afterwards while finishing the long-delayed meal before deciding it was enough for the day. Takuya took his time to say goodbye to Izumi’s mother, and when they stood outside the door, Izumi offered to accompany him to the station. Takuya immediately rejected, calling it weird because she was already home. They ended up waving at each other as Takuya began to walk, only to stop a few metres and turned to face her again.

“Hey, Izumi,” he called. “If you have figured out what you want to… no, I mean—”

He seemed hesitant for a moment, but he never looked so sure before when he raised his head. “Either you have figured out your dream or not… meet me in Italy.”

Izumi was dumbstruck.

“Ti aspetto.” [7]

—and it wasn’t because of his grammatical error that followed suit.

Earlier this year, she met Junpei on the train where he also proposed for a trip together to Italy. While Izumi secretly understood that he meant just the two of them, she tried to divert the topic and somehow ended up concluding a summer reunion for the six of them instead. However, it was different with Takuya—the way he constantly made her heart race with his adamance. He was always different to her.

And now, all she dreamed about was the two of them hand in hand under the Italian sun, reaching whatever that was waiting for them in the future.

.

.

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[1] Musashino: an area a bit outside the centre of Tokyo. If you happen to watch Tokyo Olympic 2020, Musashino is where the badminton competitions were held. GO INDONESIA!

[2] Nonna Gia literally means Grandma Gia. Should be the name of Izumi's Italian grandma.

[3] Castellanza is a small town about an hour away from Milan. The local soccer club there is Castellanzese, which competes in Serie D, a non-professional league in Italian football. I suggest you read the footnote of the translation link I gave above or read this for further understanding.

[4] Sakka means soccer in Japanese, while il calcio is soccer in Italian. Izumi is trying to say that Takuya only thinks about doing soccer in Italy but not about the language that can potentially be a barrier while living there.

[5] Nakata is Hidetoshi Nakata, one of Japan's football legend.

[6] AC Milan is one of the most popular football club in Italy.

[7] Takuya wanted to say "I will wait for you" but he said it in present tense instead. The correct one should be "ti aspetterò."

#digimon #digiweek2021 #by me #fic #digimon frontier #takuya kanbara #izumi orimoto #takumi #also yes takuya loves ac milan just because he loves red and black lmao #god i love the cd drama so much #i hope they get another one next year for frontier's 20th anniversary

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Por cualquier otro nombre (By Any Other Name)- Capítulo 2: Las luces se encienden

Escrita por: @rowansparrow @rowansparrow-writing traducida al Español por: @mofftarkinsthunderthighs

Esta historia NO ES de mi propiedad, le pertenece a RowanSparrow (Ao3) y @rowansparrow @rowansparrow-writing en Tumblr. Esto es solo una traducción. Todos los créditos van a Rowan.

(Cover creada por @hockeyjedi13​)

Clasificación: M

Advertencias: Descripciones gráficas de violencia, muerte de personaje 

Ships: Rex x lectora, Fives x lectora, Echo x lectora, Clon OC x lectora, etc.

Tags: #ByAnyOtherName, #BAON

Palabras: 2k

Link a la historia en Español (Archive of our Own) 

Capítulo 2  en Inglés (Tumblr)

Historia completa en Inglés/ENG (Archive of our Own) 

Lista a la lista capítulos en Inglés (Tumblr) 

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Resumen: Es la noche de apertura en El Salón Rosa, y los clones están aquí para pasarla bien. Pero una cara de tu pasado reaparece, y trae una serie de memorias.

***

Abriste tu camino a codazos a través de multitudes de personas, haciendo todo lo posible por no derramar licor sobre ti mientras te movías, una tarea casi imposible viendo como toda la gente en el club estaba aplastada en la pista de baile mientras las luces estroboscópicas brillaban por encima. 

–¡FIVES!– gritaste sobre la música, finalmente recurriendo a codear más violentamente para llegar al centro de la pista. Obviamente, ese bastardo estaba en medio de la multitud, con lindas perlas azules envueltas en su cuello y en sus hombros, y su pelo empapado en… ¿Sudor? ¿Alcohol? ¿Alguna combinación impía de los dos? Lo que sea que era, hizo que sus rizos se peguen a su frente. 

–¡Nena! él gritó y sonrió, blandiendo su botella de licor caro.–¡Todos están amando esto!

–¡Esto no es una inauguración calmada!– gritaste de vuelta. Tuviste dificultad manteniendo tu equilibrio cuando el trasero de un clon chocó con tu espalda.–¡Tiene que haber 200 personas aquí adentro! ¡Tal vez más! Solo tenías que invitar a unas cuantas personas de la 501!– Viste la botella en su mano.–¡Esa es vodka Alderaania de primera calidad! ¡Cada botella cuesta casi 75 créditos!

–¡Entonces es bueno que sea lo suficientemente alto para alcanzarla!– Fives replicó, tirando la botella hacia atrás. 

–Eso no es lo que...– frotaste tus manos sobre tu cara en exasperación y procesaste la audacidad de tu amigo borracho. Lo ibas a matar, así de simple. Fives era un maldito hombre muerto. 

Tu cara involuntariamente se frunció mientras salías de la pista a codazos, yendo apresurada detrás del bar. Los meseros que contrataste la peleaban para apurarse. Afortunadamente, parecía que todo estaba más o menos bajo control. La mayoría del caos venía de la pista de baile. 

Trepaste sobre una banqueta y examinaste el club. Fives, ese borracho hijo de puta, estaba rodeado de clones, en distintas etapas de desvestimiento. De los pedazos de armadura que pudiste localizar, parecían azules de la 501, naranjas de la 212 y amarillo del batallón del Comandante Bly, la 327.  

Entrecerraste tus ojos para ver mejor. No… ese era Bly. 

Fuiste a las mesas elegantes distribuidas en las esquinas del club. La mayoria de la gente estaba reunida en la mesa más grande, en donde el Comandante Wolffe y el Comandante Cody estaban en un juego de manos. Podías ver a Waxer y Boil parados detrás de Cody, incitándolo junto con Crys y Wooley. Los labios de Wolffe se fueron para atrás en en casi gruñido mientras Boost, Sinker y otro soldado que no reconocías– creías que su nombre era Comet– saltaban arriba y abajo, gritando igual de fuerte. Los espectadores se pusieron alrededor para ver el icónico enfrentamiento.  

Las otras mesas estaban ocupadas por ambos ciudadanos y clones. 

Localizaste a Echo en un momento raro, cuando no estaba pegado a su gemelo. En lugar, estaba sentado cómodamente con un twiĺek, un brazo colgando flojamente en el canapé mientras hablaba. 

Maldijiste de nuevo, metiéndote entre canapés y mesas antes de ir al bar de vuelta, está vez en el otro lado. Te arriesgaste a pararte en la banqueta de nuevo, examinando el otro lado del bar. 

Hardcase y Jesse estaban cerca de la cabina del DJ. Parecían estar discutiendo con el DJ, pero alrededor de 10 segundos después, los dos se dieron los cinco y un tema popular de baile rugió por todo el club. Esto resultó en los gritos y aplausos más ruidosos de los clones que escuchaste en tu vida. 

–¡T/N!

Viste abajo y Kix te sonrió. Te ofreció su mano. 

–No es que no disfrute la oportunidad de ver bajo tu vestido.– dijo con una ceja levantada. –Pero me preocupaba un poco que te ibas a caer.

Tomaste tu mano agradecidamente, bajándote rápidamente con su ayuda.–Esto es mucho más gente de la que planeé.–le dijiste, con tu voz un poco ronca por los constantes gritos sobre la música. 

–Se corrió la voz acerca del club.– Kix rió un poco.–Una vez que Fives abrió su bocota, la mitad de la GAR ya sabía. 

Te quejaste, agarrando tus mejillas enrojecidas en frustración. Kix volteó sus ojos a tu estrés antes de llamar a un mesero. 

–Un trago para T/N, por favor.– Kix dijo.

–¿Me estás pidiendo una bebida en mi propio club?–preguntaste, sin mirar a Kix. En lugar de eso, mirabas la entrada principal, donde viste al Comandante Fox entrar. El clon en armadura roja tuvo un pequeño vistazo del club lleno, asintiendo antes de darse la maldita vuelta y salir del edificio. 

–Parece que te vendría bien una.– Kix respondió, con una pequeña risa. Su sonrisa se agrandó, como si algo detrás de ti le llamó su atención.–Fives está desnudo. No te des la vuelta.

–Él… ¿qué?– Te diste la vuelta.

Fives de alguna manera llegó al escenario que estaba al fondo del club. Tu intención original para el escenario era para tener shows privados y conciertos para los clones– tal vez ocasionalmente tener algún tipo de entretenimiento más arriesgado como un show de strippers cruzó tu mente una o dos veces– pero ahora Fives ya se subió ahí, y estaba con nada más que su kama y esas malditas perlas azules. Sus caderas desnudas se movían al tempo de la música y mostró su despabilado culo a toda la GAR. Tuviste un pequeño vistazo de su  __ por parte de Jesse, que solo estaba en los pantalones negros que lo protegian de su armadura, bailando en frente de Fives mientras Hardcase se subió al escenario para unirse. 

 Kix se rió de nuevo, dándote la bebida.–¿No era lo que tenías en mente, amor? Él bromeó. 

De vuelta en la entrada, Fox reluctantemente fue arrastrado por Thorn y Hound, seguidos por Thire. Ausentemente, te preguntaste si Stone tuvo la mala suerte de tener que quedarse por hacer papeleo. 

–Por nada del mundo.– suspiraste en derrota. Agarraste la bebida y te la tomaste en un solo trago. Kix arqueó una ceja al ver eso. 

–Si no puedes vencerlos,–dijiste, golpeando el vaso sobre la mesa.–Únete a ellos.

–Ese es el espíritu, Kix asintió, apoyándose sobre el bar.–Ay no, Jesse se está quitando los pantalones...– Kix entendió su mano a medias.–No...parala, no hagas eso.– Arrastró sus palabras con apatía irónica antes de encoger sus hombros, apoyándose de vuelta para tomar otro sorbo de su bebida. –Muy tarde. 

Como si de repente recordara su rol de médico en el grupo, el clon levantó su voz. –¡Si alguien se cae de ese escenario, se van a poner su maldita bacta solos! ¡Estoy fuera de servicio!

Dudaste que los muchachos lo podían escuchar, pero igual sonreíste, yendo detrás del bar para ayudar a preparar las bebidas. 

Los clones estaban gritando la letra de la canción en unísono. No pudiste evitar reírte al notar a Fives dirigiendo el cantar del escenario, flanqueado por un semi desnudo Hardcase y Jesse. Ah bueno. Se estaban divirtiendo, y eso era lo que importaba. 

Los gritos de tu izquierda señalaron que el enfrentamiento de juego de manos terminó, y la manera en la que los soldados de la 212 brincaban te indicaron que el Comandante Mariscal Cody ganó.

Sacudiste tu cabeza afectuosamente y viste a la Guardía de Coruscant sentándose en una mesa lo más lejos posible de la acción. 

–¿Maralei?–llamaste a una de tus meseras. –Lleva a los chicos de ahí algunas bebidas. La casa invita.

–Por supuesto.–Ella sonrió y se puso a trabajar. 

Luego volviste al bar, y te detuviste en tus pistas, tu estómago cayendo hasta el piso, porque alguien llamó tu atención.

El clon en frente tuyo se desplazó, su casco sostenido firmemente a su lado. Intento mirar a cualquier lado menos a ti, pero a la vez no podía quitar su vista de la tuya...indefensa, esperanzada.

Su lengua salió disparada hacia sus labios mojados y aclaró su garganta. Incluso con el zumbido de la música, los gritos y la cacofonía de sonidos alrededor tuyo, la voz del Capitán Rex sonó cierta como un acorde perfecto. 

–Ha… pasado bastante tiempo, T/N.

~

Abriste la puerta, y tu sonrisa se perdió levemente cuando viste quién estaba al otro lado. El Capitán Rex se quitó el casco lentamente, sosteniéndolo a su lado. Lo sabías, lo sabías incluso antes de que él hablara. Lo podías ver en sus ojos. 

–T/N… 

–No –Sacudiste tu cabeza hacia los lados, con lágrimas formándose en tus ojos antes de que pudieras detenerlas.–Estás mal. No lo digas. No- no es cierto. 

–Lo siento.– Él susurró. –Lo siento muchísimo…

–¡No es cierto! Sacudiste tu cabeza más rotundamente que antes. Te agarraste el pelo, tus uñas escarbando en tu cuero cabelludo mientras tus manos pasaron por tu cara. –¡ESTÁS MINTIENDO!

–¡T/N!– Rex agarró tus muñecas, jalandolas suavemente de tu cara mientras te instaba a que volvieras a tu apartamento, cerrando la puerta detrás de él. –T/N, para-

–¡NO!! ¡NO! ¡MIENTES!– Sintiendo la primitiva necesidad de luchar contra él, como si su partida cambiaría las noticias inevitables, golpeaste tus puños contra su pecho. Era inutil. Aunque él estaba sin armadura, dudabas que podrías lastimarlo.–¡ESTÁS MINTIENDO! ÉL VA A VOLVER!

–T/N...– Rex te agarro por los bíceps suavemente mientras te hundiste contra él, sollozos destrozando tu cuerpo. 

–Él va a volver.– Lloraste, tu frente apoyada en el pecho de Rex. –Tiene que volver… lo prometió. Él dijo que vendría a casa… ¡a mi!

–Ya no está, T/N. Rose está-

Alguien empezó a gritar: un grito primitivo, horrendo, desgarrador grito que sonaba como si fuera arrancado de la misma fibra del alma de una persona. Te diste cuenta que eras tú. 

Tus rodillas se rindieron y te hundiste en el suelo. Rex te deja caer y te agarra en sus brazos, meciéndote hacia adelante y atrás en un gesto tierno, desesperado en traerte algún tipo de comfort. 

–Lo siento mucho, lo siento mucho, T/N...– Él susurró, metiendo tu cabeza debajo de su mentón. Oíste su voz temblar mientras lo repetía.–Lo siento mucho. 

~

–Ha… pasado bastante tiempo, T/N.

Te sacaste de tu estupor, finalmente rompiendo el contacto visual con el Capitán Rex y volviendo a las bebidas. 

–Me sorprende verte aquí.– Tu voz era cortante, un poco más dura de lo que pretendías. 

–Sí, yo eh...– Él se frotó su mano en la parte de atrás de su cuello.–Fives mencionó una pequeña reunión… aunque parece que esto es más involucrado que eso.

Resoplaste una risa, pero negaste a ver su mirada. Forzaste a tus manos a quedarse firmes mientras le servías su bebida favorita. 

–Me sorprende que la recuerdas.–Rex dijo mientras le diste el vaso

–Es un hábito, creo. 

Rex se quedó callado ante eso y miró su bebida antes de tomar un sorbo lento. Sentías que tenías que decir algo, cualquier cosa para romper la tensión formándose a través del cuarto, pero no podías hacer que ni una palabra salga. 

 Rex parecía que estaba peleando una pequeña batalla. Después de un momento, él finalmente te miro, abrió su boca para hablar, pero fue interrumpido antes de que dijera una palabra. 

–¡Capitán! ¡Lo lograste!– Fives lanzó su brazo alrededor de los hombros del Capitán.–Finalmente decidiste parar de esconderte en tu litera, ¿no?

–Kriff. Fives, ¿dónde está tu ropa?– Rex se alejó de Fives, dándole un fuerte empujón. 

–Por ahí–respondió Fives, vagamente, apoyándose en el bar, meneando sus caderas mientras movía sus cejas en tu dirección. –¿Cómo lo que ves?

–Quita tus brazos sudorosos de mi bar.–le dijiste pellizcando su bicep levemente. Estaba manchado con pintura corporal ahora, con una familiar huella de mano azul marcada en su pectoral. Viste un poquito de una segunda huella marcada en su nalga cuando se dio la vuelta para agarrar algo. 

–Ya no tengo nada de… ¡lo que sea que era esto!– Fives declaró, poniendo la botella vacía de vodka en el mostrador. Estaba arrastrando sus palabras muy ligeramente.–Otra. Por favor.– añadió por si acaso. 

–No. 

–Dije por favor. Te pedí educadamente. Capitán, dile que le pedí educadamente.

–Fives, dale un poco de espacio.–Rex murmuró y sacó su mano para pellizcar su naríz. 

–No estás lo suficientemente borracho, señor.–Fives replicó y se agarró del bar con optimismo.–Solo… dejame encontrar algo para arreglar eso. 

Esta escena se repitió incontables veces antes. Yo podía recordar claramente como si fuera ayer. Fives, borracho y riéndose, entre el Capitán Rex, que volteaba sus ojos. Y en el otro lado, riendo igual de fuerte, estaba…

Sentiste las lágrimas formándose en las esquinas de tus ojos antes de que las pudieras parar. Te diste la vuelta rápidamente, yendo hacia el cuarto de atrás antes de que cualquiera de los hombres te pudiera detener

–T/N, ¡espera!

No importaba que eran clones. Todas sus voces aún sonaban tan diferentes a vos. Pero por un momento, un solo momento… podías pretender que era Rose el que te llamaba.

#traduccion al español #traduccion #baon #by any other name #translation

[lil-sparkle-writing]

Missed You

Pairing: Rossi/Reid

Rating: E. Very much E. 

Summary: Rossi’s been gone all week for a training seminar but comes back early and he and Reid show eachother just how much they miss eachother. 

A/N: this is really for @davidrossi-ismydad who’s been supporting and providing Rossi/Reid headcanons and also the rest of the society who encouraged this. It was supposed to be short but now it’s over 2k so I hope you enjoy ig

The curtains are closed, but Spencer can still hear it, the rain pounding on the glass outside, the occasional growl of thunder. He reaches out, twitching the heavy cloth aside just as a flash of lightning illuminates Dave’s ridiculously large yard.

After a moment, the flash is going, and Spencer is left staring at his reflection cast by the glow of the lights inside on the window into the night, sitting curled up on the plush armchair with the throw pillow he can’t keep his fingers off of, his book on his lap, forgotten for a moment. The room itself is captured in the warm reflection on the cold wet night. The armchair by the window, the bookshelves lining the walls, the desk in the corner where Dave writes sometimes, the small novelty trinkets they’ve picked up on his tours lining some of the shelves.

And he realizes, a figure standing in the doorway. He jerks around, book falling to the ground, and Dave raises an eyebrow.

“You alright there, Spencer?” he asks, coming into the room properly, stooping to pick up the book, taking a look at the cover.

“I didn’t realize you were coming back tonight.” Spencer answered. “With the weather, and you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow anyway—”

“I missed you.” Dave said simply, turning the book over, glancing at his name prominent in the binding.

"And it looks like I'm not the only one. Don't you have all my works memorized by now?" 

He sat down next to Spencer, putting the volume aside. 

"I do." Spencer shrugged. 

"I just like reading them sometimes. When you're away."

Dave smiled, relaxing into the couch and beckoning Spencer close, waiting until he was practically on his lap to ask

"So you missed me too? Was my boy lonely in this big house without his daddy?" 

And Spencer just melts into him, letting out all the tension he hadn't realized he'd let build up while Dave was away. 

He nodded, but of course Dave wasn't satisfied with that. 

"Use your words, baby. I need to hear you." It was a gentle reprimand, as Dave stroked his fingers through Spencer's curls, and he answered quickly.

"I missed you, daddy." 

He spoke quietly, but quiet sounds carried in the room, there was no one else in the house but them and the rain was muffled by the thick curtains. 

"Good boy." Dave answered, kissing him, a gentle kiss that Spencer deepened, desperate. It had been almost a week, a week that Dave had been gone, some kind of training seminar he had been called to teach. 

He leaned into the older man’s arms, savoring the feeling of being held by him, cared for by him. 

“There you are, bambino.” Dave muttered, and Spencer loves when he does that, when Spencer requires words beyond English to describe him and Dave needs to dip into his true language of love. 

“Tell me how much you missed me, ciccino.”

“I missed you every day.” Spencer answered truthfully. “When I woke up and you weren’t there. When I didn’t get to ruin your crossword before you could finish it. When I couldn’t come into your office at work just to say hi.”

Dave smiled, his hands running down Spencer's body, settling at his hips.

“Oh? And when else did you miss me?”

“I missed you at night.” Spencer’s voice drops, he falls against Dave so he can still be heard over the low roll of thunder. 

“I missed you in our bed, daddy. It’s too big without you, it’s too empty. It doesn’t feel right.”

“I missed you too.” Dave smiled, pulling him up. “Come with me, bambino. Let’s go to our bed. Before you get too needy to walk there on your own, hmmm?”

Spencer almost whines at that, following Dave into the bedroom. He hasn’t closed the curtains, and the wall facing the enormous bed is almost all glass, in the morning, when the sun streams through it’s a beautiful sight. Tonight too, it’s beautiful in it’s own way, the reflection of the dimly lit room with the water droplets breaking as they hit the window, occasionally interrupted by a flash of lightning.

Spencer goes to close the curtains, at least the ones that will obscure them from sight while still allowing the light in tomorrow but Dave holds him back.

“Keep them open.” he says, his voice so low it’s almost a growl. Spencer stills, but doesn’t turn around. He knows they’re alone on the property, that with the trees, and the isolation of the house, no one will see. But with the windows open-- someone could. 

He can see Dave in the reflection, can watch as his arms wrap around him and start unbuttoning his shirt. He goes slowly, pulling it open a bit more with each button, pausing when his chest is exposed, fingers going to play at Spencer’s nipples and then he does whine, try to grind back against Dave who’s pressing against him as his fingers pull and pinch at his nipples softly, the small stimulation with just a bit of pain traveling straight down to his cock and he needs more. 

“Patience, bambino.” Dave reminds him, undoing the rest of his shirt, pulling it off. “I’m going to give you everything you need, but I need you to be patient.”

“Yes, daddy.” Spencer answers, stilling obediently, wanting to touch, but more than anything wanting to be good. 

Dave smiles, rewarding him by undoing his pants and hooking his fingers in the waistband to pull them down and stops, smile growing. 

“What’s this?” he asks as his hands run along the soft fabric beneath, and a hint of pastel blue lace appears. 

“My beautiful boy, are you wearing the gifts daddy bought you?” 

Spencer nods, trying to be good and patient for him as Dave’s hands reach back, feather light touches along the lace edges. 

"They feel good." He says, and it's true, Dave only gets the softest, the ones he knows feels perfect against Spencer's sensitive skin. 

"Feel good, huh?" Dave almost rips his pants off so both he and Spencer can see in the windows reflection, Spencer naked but for the pale blue silk and lace panties he wears, a spot on which, he noticed, face flushing a bright red, was already darkened. They hid nothing, and Dave reaches forward and palms him through the material, before bringing his fingers up the length ending on the small wet patch. 

"Already so desperate, so hard and wet for me." He whispers into Spencer's ear before kissing his neck, hard enough Spencer knows there'll be a mark for days. 

"I need you, daddy." Spencer moans, as he feels his mouth, the hint of his teeth. “Missed you so much.”

"Were you good for me, bambino?” Dave kept going down to the base of his neck while his hand rested lightly on Spencer’s clothed cock, the other holding his hip, keeping him in place. 

“Yes, daddy. I didn’t touch myself all week for you, I wanted to wait, to- oh!” he broke off as Dave sucked hard over his collarbone. 

“Good boy.” Dave steps back, smiling, and Spencer all but whimpers at the loss of contact. Dave beckons him over to the bed. 

“Lie down, my good boy. Let daddy give you your reward.”

Spencer scrambles to comply, lying back while Dave takes off his own clothing slowly, giving Spencer a show. At last he joins him on the bed, crawling over him to kiss him deeply, tasting every corner of his mouth before he begins moving down his body, just gentle touches of his lips to the marks already blooming and then increasing in pressure as he moves down, he takes one of Spencer’s nipples in his mouth while his hand tweaks at the other one and Spencer cries out, it’s so good, but it’s not nearly enough, and Dave moves so slowly further down until finally, after an age, his fingers are once again on the lace, carefully pulling it down to free Spencer’s hard leaking cock. 

He opens his mouth but before he takes it, he says

“Do you want my mouth, caro? Talk to me, tell me why you deserve your reward.”

He’s so close his breath brushes over Spencer’s cock and he’s so desperate, he could cry but instead he says

“Please, daddy, I want your mouth so bad, I want you, I’ve been, I’ve been so good for you.” His voice is unsteady as the words spill out. 

“Mmm, keep going, ciccino, let me hear you.” Dave says, before pressing kisses to the inside of his thighs and Spencer tosses his head back in frustration 

“I thought about you every night, but I didn’t touch myself, I waited, waited for you, I’ve been waiting so long, daddy, please, I, oh, I  was a good boy for you, please.” Spencer whined, he can’t think straight anymore, can’t think of anything but how much he needs him. 

He can feel the soft exhale as Dave draws back and then a moment later, takes Spencer’s length all the way down, causing him to cry out again, pleasure streaking through him. 

His mouth, wet and warm and perfect, his throat, so tight around Spencer as he moves, keeping him in place with his hands on his thighs, it’s everything Spencer needs, and, already pushed so far, he’s so close

“Please, oh, daddy, feels so good, I’m gonna, oh i’m gonna cum, please daddy, can I cum?” spencer asks, babbling as Dave pulls off slowly, tongue wrapping around the head before he says

“Of course, bambino. Cum for daddy.” before taking him back down and that’s all Spencer can handle, he comes down his throat while Dave swallows him down, his entire body shaking with the force. 

Spencer’s still breathing raggedly as Dave pulls off and moves next to him, kissing him softly, letting him taste himself on Dave’s tongue. 

“Talk to me, caro, how are you feeling?” he asks, gently brushing a curl from his face. God he’s beautiful like this, lying back, mouth hanging slightly open, utterly debauched, although, Dave notes, not yet fucked. 

“So good, daddy.” Spencer answers, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, the aftershocks echoing through him. 

“Good boy. I’m glad to hear that.” Dave says before leaning closer so he can say, right into his ear, “because we’re not done yet.”

Spencer’s eyes fly open at that, and Dave smiles at him.

“Are you up for that? Will you let me fuck you? Will you cum again for me, bambino?” Dave asks, and Spencer seems to have lost his words for a moment but nods. 

“I need to hear you say it.” Dave reminds him. “If you’re done, we can go to sleep.”

“I’m not done.” Spencer looks back at him, and his voice is slightly unsteady but certain. “I want you to fuck me. Please, daddy, I want to feel you inside me.”

“Of course, caro mio.” Dave kisses him again before pulling the lube from it’s drawer next to the bed, coating his fingers, taking his time. 

He presses against Spencer’s hole, running his finger along the edge, watching him as his body squirmed before pushing inside. Spencer’s moan is exquisite, and he thrusts it in and out of his tight little hole slowly, he knows it’s not enough for him, he’s not yet hitting the little bundle of nerves that will make him not moan but scream. Spencer is always so loud in bed, so expressive once he’s been taken out of his mind, his racing thoughts replaced with feeling,sensation. 

After another few moments he takes pity on him, adding a finger, curling them together inside him, and true to himself Spencer does cry out as Dave can see his cock already growing hard again. He doesn’t stop, picking up the pace and adding a third finger. He’s been focusing hard on Spencer, ignoring his own need, but there’s only so long he can do that, looking down at the beautiful figure in front of him, he needs to be inside him. 

“Ready for me, bambino?” he asks, finally pulling out his fingers, pouring and spreading lube on his cock. 

“Yes, daddy, please.” Spencer’s fully hard again, he looks overwhelmed, overstimulated, and perfect. 

“Please fuck me.” he begs, and how can Dave refuse that?

He pushes in slowly, Spencer’s hole still so tight, stretching it open and Spencer lets out a long, high moan as he does.

He waits a moment, wanting to let Spencer adjust until he cries out

“Please, daddy, i need you to move, please!” 

And Dave does, keeping a rapid pace, he knows Spencer’s body well, he angles himself so he can hit just right each time, and Spencer’s lost his words now, all that spills from his lips are high strangled sounds Dave fucks into him. 

He won’t last long like this, buried in Spencer’s tight hole and he reaches to stroke Spencer’s cock as well. 

“Cum with me, bambino, cum with daddy,” he growls and Spencer pushes into him, forcing Dave impossibly deeper, his hand never wavering in it’s pace. 

He comes a moment later, filling him up, fucking him through it and it pushes Spencer over the edge. He comes with a silent cry, too overwhelmed to make the noise as he spills over Dave’s hand and his own stomach. 

Dave pulls out slowly, falling onto the bed next to his lover. Now Spencer looks utterly fucked out of his mind, hair utterly disheveled, eyes still glazed over, tear tracks down his cheeks. Dave reached out with his clean hand, wiped away a tear with his thumb. 

“You were so good, tesoro mio.” he told him. “Such a good boy for me. Can you tell me how you’re feeling now?” 

Spencer took a moment to reply, his thoughts still hazy.

“Good. Feeling good, daddy. Tired.” 

Dave nods, hand still stroking Spencer’s face, knowing how he craved the gentle touch, always did afterwards. 

“We just need to clean you up, bambino, and then you can go to sleep.” 

He looks over Spencer, apparently reaching the realization that he wasn’t getting him in the shower tonight. 

“Are you alright if I leave you for just a moment? So I can come back and get you clean?” Dave helps him sit up as Spencer nods, handing him one of the glass waterbottles from the bedside table.

“Drink this for me. I’ll be right back.” 

He kisses him on the forehead and waits until he starts sipping the water to leave, coming back with a warm wet washcloth,smiling gently down at him. He cleans him up gently, pressing soft, reassuring kisses to Spencer’s stomach after wiping away the mess, before making his way up to his lips. 

“Missed you, daddy.” Spencer whispers against him and Dave puts the dirty cloth aside to deal with tomorrow. He pulls Spencer into him, holds him close, reaching down to bring the blankets from the bottom of the bed over them both. 

“I know, amore mio, I know.” he presses another kiss to the top of Spencer’s head as the younger man curls into his chest. 

“I missed you too.”

#rossi/reid #my writing #idk what to tag this #also shout-out to the society bc i was really whiny about this im sorry

[amordoce-whatahell]

aquele momento em que vc sente o peso do reset desse ano quando os ovos de halloween e de natal já estão custando entre 2k e 3k

Eldarya? Jovem nem lembro o que é caro e o que é barato mais.Já faz um ano que empacotei o que sobrou daquele reset e falei pra esse jogo, ao chutá-lo da minha vida:

[comeunosumille]

Mi piaceva scrivere fin da quando era piccola. Scrivevo storie senza un senso logico, lunghe forse dieci righe con un finale neanche degno di essere chiamato finale, ma scrivevo.

Alle elementari mi davano quei temi di “racconta la gita che avete fatto” oppure “scrivi la lettera ad un tuo caro”, non mi ricordo neanche come andavo, ma lo facevo e lo facevo in modo fluido.

Alle medie, il periodo scolastico più brutto, mi ero lasciata condizionare dagli altri, non studiavo, non leggevo, non scrivevo, verifiche in bianco, 2,3,4,5 nascosti ai miei genitori, le note e alla fine i colloqui. “Sua figlia non sta attenta”, “sua figlia è maleducata”, “ma è sicura che sua figlia non abbia niente?”, “sua figlia non si impegna”, “sua figlia risponde”, “Sua figlia dorme sempre in classe.”

Mi ero completamente dimenticata dell’educazione insegnatami dai miei genitori, non mi andava bene niente, trovavo sempre un pretesto per litigare, non sapevo più cosa voleva dire la parola rispetto.

Poi una svolta, non si sa come, un colpo di fulmine. Ero diventata menefreghista, quasi assente al terzo anno, continuavo a non studiare ma quando i prof mi mettevano note o mi aggredivano con un valido motivo stavo zitta, perché non mi toccavano. Quando però toccavano la mia persona mi arrabbiavo, ma anche questo non andava bene.

Poi avevo provato wattpad, avevo scritto un po’ e cancellato un po’. La mia prima storia seria era arrivata a 2K visualizzazioni, poi la tolsi, perché non mi piaceva più. In quel periodo mi ero concentrata solo su wattpad.

Uscita dalla medie continuai i miei studi ad un professionale regionale, uno schifo di scuola, ma andavo e vado bene. Feci uscire il mio primo libro con un finale degno di essere chiamato finale, siamo a 17.01k visualizzazioni, un lavoro che ho fatto da sola, che mi ha fatto riprendere, che mi ha fatto di nuovo tornare sui miei passi, che mi ha fatto capire di nuovo cos’è il rispetto. In wattpad sono veramente me stessa, sono felice quando la gente mi commenta, quando mi scrive in privato che la mia storia ha fatto qualcosa, che li ha cambiati.

La vita di chi scrive è un’altra, non sto dicendo che sono una scrittrice provetta, solo che chi scrive ha un’altra mentalità, perché quello messo per iscritto non lo riuscirai mai a dire ad alta voce, come se fosse qualcosa di intimo.

E sapete cosa vi dico? Che chi pensa che la scrittura sia una cazzata, si sbaglia. Grazie alla scrittura io ho trovato la mia migliore amica, ho trovato una famiglia. Nessuno mi ha mai giudicata, e amo questa cosa, perché wattpad ti permette di essere te stessa senza nessun giudizio. Quindi vaffanculo a chi mi ha giudicato, a chi pensava che non avrei mai raggiunto un traguardo in tutta la mia vita. Vaffanculo.

La scrittura é la voce degli insicuri, la scrittura è un mondo di cui le persone monotone e prive di fantasia non posso entrare.

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