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recaltera · 2 months

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pretty when you beg

pairing: enzo vogrincic x fem reader

🏷 smut (minors dni) teasing, underwear kink(?), oral (f rec), overstim, orgasm countdown, orgasm control, hard dom enzo and kinda mean enzo if u squint, spitting

a/n: (IMPORTANT!!) hiii this is my first fic ever i hope u like it :D if u wanna i can also translate into spanish so more people can read it. please let me know what u think and if u have any requests let me know in the ask box thingy, i write for everyone in lsdln’s cast. tyvm !! have a good day/night mwah ♡

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deep breaths was all that could be heard, his lips trailing down from your neck to your abdomen. leaving a trail of wet kisses on his way to your clothed cunt.

he kept teasing you tonight, you went out to celebrate your three months together and instead of being all romantic and lovey-dovey, he was whispering the dirtiest things into your ears. but to be honest, you weren’t complaining at all, that’s one of the many things you loved about him, how dirty he could get, even in the most innocent occasions.

— going to fuck you so good tonight, angel.

all you could do was blush and giggle it off.

so here he was kissing your clit through your black laced panties you wore just for him tonight over and over again. it felt so good, yet it wasn’t enough, you needed more.

— enzo, please

he used his thumb to rub over your lips, something he did when he wanted you to open your mouth for him, wether it meant he wanted you to suck him off, or just make you suck in his fingers. however, this time he leaned over to spit in your mouth. and you gladly opened up and swallowed for him.

— shut the fuck up.

you kept bucking your hips into his face, but to no avail cause he ended up pinning you to the mattress, with his slender, pretty fingers sprawled out on your stomach. the fingers you oh so wanted somewhere else. the fingers you had spent HOURS thinking about.

as he was busy making out with your clothed pussy, kissing and sucking here and there, making the lace panties wet with his saliva. you were getting desperate to feel something, anything. you took his fingers into your own hands and guided them where you needed him the most.

— nuh uh, i want you to cum because of my mouth tonight.

you groaned when he finally took your panties off and kissed your inner thighs… slowly. still teasing you.

— fuck please, please, give me something.

and so he did, he kissed your now bare clit and started sucking on it like a desperate, starved man. the sounds he made while eating u out were like music to your ears.

he kept alternating between licks and flicks to your bud until you came, kissing your clit over and over to ride out your high. just to get off the bed and look for your favorite vibrator. he put it on a medium speed and pressed it lightly over your clit making you moan a little too loud from the overstimulation.

— s’too much enzo, no. no. no. no, stop it.

but he knew you didn’t want him to stop, if you did actually want that you would have used your safe word. he knew how fucking greedy you were. how no matter how many times he made you cum, if he wanted you to cum again then that’s what you’d do. you’d do anything to please him. anything for him.

he pressed it harder and started dragging it along your folds only stopping once the toy was on your clit again. he loved seeing your fucked out face, and how just by playing with the bundle of nerves he could get you to look like a mess; legs sprawled out and open for him, cunt red and glistening with your own juices and his spit. it was quite the sight if you asked him.

once you had relaxed and let him have his way with you for a couple of minutes, he used his index finger to put the toy on the highest setting. making the vibrations buzz around your whole body. making you shake because of the pleasure he was providing you.

he knew you were close, he already knew every part of your body, what you liked and what you didn’t. how to make u cum, how to get you on your knees for him, and how you reacted when you were about to hit your orgasm, so without moving the toy away from you, he leaned down, sticking his tongue inside of u going in and out at a fast pace. making you close your legs around his head for that extra feeling. you were so close to the edge, literally about to let go when he says;

— you cant cum until i say so.

he proceeded to begin with his 10 second countdown he loved to do when he wanted you to beg and cry for him. he loved hearing how desperate you were to cum for him. how pretty you looked with tears in your eyes.

“10… 9…”

— m’so close please

you could literally feel the tears in your eyes.

“8… 7… 6…”

— i don’t think i’ll last, please let me cum

“5… 4… 3…“

— please please please

“2…“

— fuck enzo

“1…”

— cum baby, make a mess for me, hm?

you came, you came so fucking hard letting him guide you through it.

— good job, angel. hope you are aware of the fact that we are not finished yet. or is my little doll too dumb to think right now?

he said with a pout on his lips, faking sympathy at your fucked out state. and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want whatever the fuck it was this beautiful man standing in front of you wanted to give you.

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stuckwthem · 3 months

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i'm so happy to know that you're also writing for the cast and i have a request for Francisco! (It's smut, i hope you don't mind)

could you write a scenario where he admires, contemplates, the marks and scratches that reader left on his body last night? like, he is almost obsessed with them and still admires the marks, hickeys and bites he also left on her. — and perhaps as a bonus; reader also ends up seeing what she did and becomes embarrassed, blushing.

love bruises | fran romero

summary: fran adores marking your body, so he knows you are all his. 1.5k. fluff/smutt.

tw: light smut

one thing was evident about fran since he had returned from filming: he had missed you.

he had missed you, your smile, your scent that filled the room, your kisses, and above all, your body. you could feel it the night before, not only by the number of times he expressed his longing while tracing kisses down your chest, or how he murmured in your ear how hard it had been to be away from you, spreading sugary kisses across your temple, but also by the marks on your body.

there were small reddish marks, some adorned with a soft violet, all over your body. hickeys adorned your neck like a forbidden constellation, each one a silent declaration of his devotion.

you gently touched your marked skin, watching yourself in the reflection of the mirror, unable to contain the shy smile that grew on your lips as you were invaded by the memories of the night before. they were bruises accompanied by soft moans, declarations and desire, an intimate language that only the two of you shared.

you stood in front of the mirror, gazing at your naked body, letting yourself be wrapped up in the tranquillity of the morning. the sun's rays penetrating through the curtains caressed your skin, providing a comforting warmth. a surprised laugh escaped your lips when you noticed the teeth marks on your shoulder, forming a perfect bite. you tried to remember the moment you were marked, but the fog caused by too much wine the night before or the adrenaline of the moment made it difficult to recall.

fran's raspy laughter catches you off guard, and when you look back at your reflection in the mirror, there he is, sitting on the bed with the sheet wrapped around his waist, watching you with that peaceful, puffy sleepy face, completely adorable. his hair is a little mussed, a little from the events, a little from the pillow, and on his face there's a sly, passionate smile.

"enjoying your work of art?" you joke, turning to him. the blond's gaze runs up and down your body and he seems pleased with the sight, proud.

fran crawls across the mattress to stand at the foot of the bed in front of you. silently, he stretches out his arms, pulling you close. his hands fit easily around the curve of your waist, as if you had been molded for the anatomy of his fingers, and he kisses just above another purplish mark, as if to soften it.

between the boy's legs, your hands wander along the nape of his neck until they reach his light, soft hair, and he tilts his head back, surrendering to the caress as your eyes meet, sparking with tenderness and complicity.

"a masterpiece, i rather say," he replies, his voice husky and sweet, resting his chin on the top of your chest gently, while your hands tangle in his hair.

still sleepy, fran's fingers take the opportunity to gently trace your body, moving up from your waist to your back and then slowly down to your breasts, without malice, just pure, genuine appreciation. you sigh at your body's reaction when he circles with his index finger another mark, almost wine-colored, just below your areola, and suddenly, his finger gives way to his warm, attentive lips, which brush against the sensitive, abused skin of your right breast.

the sensation is delicious, invading your body in a wave of warmth and vulnerability, and quickly causing your breathing to become heavier as you concentrate on it, feeling the tip of fran's tongue draw small circles on your nipple. you gasp as your knees wobble and your fingers clamp down a little harder on his scalp, taking control away from you in a few seconds.

romero pulls you onto his lap effortlessly, and you let him massage your other breast while he sucks on the other, slowly with passion, delighting in the taste of your sweaty skin.

the sound of his lips detaching from your skin is almost disappointing, but it's quickly replaced by his voice, which echoes throughout the room, oozing affection and veneration, and you can almost taste the honey dripping from his words.

"i think this mark is my favorite," he declares, laying his face on your chest, allowing you to see every darker speck in his greenish orbs, which seemed clearer in the morning, but were now almost gone by the boy's dilated pupil. "i'd call it love bruises, if i may"

"you're the artist here, my love," you say in response, not stopping yourself from sliding your fingers down his smooth features, tracing the full length of his eyebrows to the tip of his perfectly drawn nose."call it what you want"

he spends some time like this, enjoying your touch, breathing softly against your skin, as if that moment would make up for all the others without you. soon, your longing lips meet his, which open easily to receive you, plunging you into another slow, lingering kiss. you can precisely feel the shape of his mouth every time it deepens, and it's something that fills your chest with a warm, ensnaring sensation, forming a fog in your mind that prevents you from thinking about anything other than francisco.

every movement is charged with a deep, burning emotion, creating a connection that transcends words. you feel overwhelmed by a wave of warmth and happiness, as if the whole world disappears around you, leaving only you and him, immersed in the moment.

when you finally separate, panting and starved for oxygen, fran has a flushed face and adorably swollen lips. he has an inexplicable aura about him that fills you with peace and comfort, and while you're together, it's as if you don't belong anywhere else. there is an atmosphere that surrounds you, reserved just for the two of you, impenetrable. you share devoted smiles and laugh with the intensity of the moment, recovering.

suddenly, fran's gaze wanders behind your shoulder, and a provocative look takes over his angelic face. his hands tighten around your waist once more and his smile becomes almost mischievous as he returns his eyes from the reflection to your naked body beneath him, more precisely they fix on your waist and he seems obsessed, as if lost in amazement. the memory of your gasps, his name between your ragged breaths, of your body arching under his touch, sent a shiver of desire down fran's spine, and he couldn't help himself when his muscles tensed beneath you.

"what?" you frown, wanting to understand the boy's face, who leans forward to look at your back.

quickly, you turn your face away, facing your reflection again, but this time, you lower your eyes to your waist where fran continues to press his fingers.

as they slide across your skin, they reveal ten perfect purplish blurs in the shape of the silhouette of the hands that seconds ago were squeezing you. you widen your eyes in surprise and laugh in exasperation when you realize what has happened.

"i don't think i was running away," you say with a dumbfounded smile and squinted eyes.

fran looks as surprised as you and laughs, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"oh, i'm sorry," he mutters, laughing with a glimmer of guilt in his voice, not even he knew he was capable of it, but you didn't seem hurt or bothered, but he'd hate it if you felt that way.

deep down, a small flame of satisfaction flared up and grew, just knowing that you were his, only his, and your marks proved it.

in complete shock at the fervor of last night's events, you hardly know how to react, but you feel a surge of desire growing. it's an unfamiliar sensation that invades you when you take pleasure in knowing that your whole body is adorned with marks and bites, but it's good. it makes you feel belonging, proud.

lost in your stupor, you stroke fran's back, smoothing his soft, smooth skin until rough, prominent lines meet your fingertips, and you look down to understand them when you come across huge, repeated scratches. your mind processes quickly and you alternate your gaze between your fingernails and the boy's scarred back.

your heart beats faster as you understand what you see, a mixture of surprise and desire pulsing through your veins. suddenly, you feel ashamed of the intensity of your actions the night before, but at the same time, a wave of warmth spreads throughout your body as you realize that you have left your own mark on fran.

"wow, i... i didn't know i... did that," you mutter, feeling your cheeks heat up with the belated awareness of your actions. "sorry, i got a little...carried away last night."

fran feels the burning on his back as you slide your fingers over the scratches, but it's a pleasant burning. he closed his eyes, reliving the sensation, the intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure that fueled his desires.

"it's all right, angel. we're even now," he replied with good humor and a small laugh, moving from the curve of your neck to look at you with the kindest possible gaze. his gaze explores your blushed cheeks, your eyes and everything about your face that he absolutely loves.

"besides," he continues, now with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "it's a kind of reminder that you're all mine."

thank you so much for your request!!! it was lovely to write <3

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sluttforromero · 2 months

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missing you 🩰 ♡ ⁺‧₊˚🧸💌 🦢 fran romero

tw: smut, creampie e afins <3 não revisei, se achar algum erro mil perdões!!!

"por que saiu?" você ouviu a voz sonolenta de fran quando fechou a porta do guarda-roupas.

ele ainda estava do mesmo jeito que você havia deixado na cama, os braços ao redor do travesseiro e os cabelos bagunçados sobre o lençol. estava lindo. sempre estava.

"banho" você sorriu. "ao menos um de nós precisa estar limpo".

ele revirou os olhos e virou de costas enquanto você riu baixinho e rumou para dentro do banheiro.

era domingo à noite, o que significava que era o dia em que você tirava para fazer a manutenção do seu corpo, hidratava o cabelo, esfoliava a pele e literalmente se arrumava para dormir, porque depois de uma longa semana não havia nada melhor do que sentir o seu próprio perfume enquanto os lençóis pareciam seda sobre a sua pele. era o paraíso.

o banho demorou uns trinta minutos, somados aos quarenta que você passou escovando o cabelo e fazendo seu skin care, você viu fran com os olhos tranquilamente fechados quando retornou ao quarto.

o que te deixou um pouquinho desapontada, por que para finalizar o domingo e iniciar uma nova semana você precisava transar. e especificamente naquele dia você estava demasiadamente carente de fran.

depois de ponderar se iria realmente acordá-lo só porque estava com tesão, você desistiu, ainda era tímida demais para fazer esse tipo de coisa. você deitou na cama e puxou o braço de fran para cima do seu corpo, formando uma conchinha.

"você tá muito cheirosa" ele falou sonolento, te puxando para mais perto.

você apertou levemente a mão dele que estava entrelaçada com a sua quando ele enfiou o rosto na sua nuca. fazendo seus pelos se eriçarem a cada vez que o ar quente batia contra sua pele.

fran enfiou uma das pernas por entre a sua chegando ainda mais perto, nesse ponto, para quem visse a cena de fora era no mínimo confuso tentar distinguir onde um terminava e o outro começava. você não pode dizer que não tentou, os minutos se passaram e o tesão que você imaginou (quase torceu para) que fosse embora praticamente triplicou.

você precisava dele; e precisava agora.

um suspiro cansado escapou dos seus lábios quando você chamou o nome dele e ele não respondeu. seria um certo vacilo acordá-lo mas você faria valer a pena.

você segurou a mão de fran e a levou até de baixo da camisa que você usava, encaixando ela perfeitamente em um dos seus seios. em seguida você tornou a movimentar levemente o quadril contra o dele. não demorou para que esses movimentos sutis foram se convertendo em reboladas mais brutas e lentas.

o típico calor escaldante começou a se formar no seu ventre e sua mão pronta mente se movimentou até lá. você se agradeceu mentalmente por não ter vestido uma calcinha naquela noite. sua boceta estava pegajosa quando seu dedo começou a roçar de leve no clitóris, fazendo movimentos circulares. alguns minutos se passaram e quando estava prestes a gozar você parou quando ele apertou seu peito com força.

"você me acordou" a voz lenta de fran chegou a seu ouvido. ele estava tão perto que você podia sentir os lábios dele roçando contra o seu pescoço.

"desculpa" você falou um pouco envergonhada mas não o suficiente para tirar seus dedos do meio das pernas.

"você realmente não tem limites, não é?" o tom dele começou sério porém você sabia que era só pose. na verdade você conseguia sentir que ele queria aquilo tanto quanto você. dava pra dizer pela dureza que estava roçando na sua bunda.

"vamos fran, por favor" você pediu manhosa segurando a mão dele contra o seu peito, o fazendo te apertar com vontade. "não como se seu pau não estivesse duro feito uma pedra aqui embaixo..."

ele não pode evitar de sorrir. era novidade você dizer esse tipo de coisa.

"só porque você tá cheirosa demais pra deixar passar"

numa rapidez surpreendente ele já estava sem o shorts e você já tinha se livrado da camiseta.

você, como um gato manhoso, engatinhou até se sentar no colo de fran. a luz amarelada do abajur faziam os olhos dele, ainda semi cerrados, ficarem num tom de verde água que prendeu sua atenção por longos segundos.

"anda, se mexe, você não me acordou á toa" ele disse e você piscou algumas vezes voltando a si.

"você fala demais"

o beijo de vocês era úmido e pegajoso, daquele tipo que faz um barulho molhado sempre que os lábios se tocavam. ele suspirou contra sua boca no momento que seus dedos serpentearam até tocar-lhe o pau.

estava duro, as veias estavam mais pretupebrantes que o normal, o que te deixou satisfeita e sorrindo entre um beijo e outro. a sua mão o segurava firme, subindo e descendo mas de forma lenta. tortuosamente lenta. fran, que já estava ofegante e ansioso não demorou para mover o quadril para cima, tentando ter o máximo de contato com a sua mão mas você forçou seu corpo contra as coxas dele, o fazendo parar.

"sempre tão ansioso. nunca deixa eu brincar do meu jeito" você sussurrou no ouvido dele, que por sua vez te xingou baixo, te fazendo rir em resposta.

você até iria provocar mais um pouco caso não estivesse tão ansiosa e excitada quanto ele. você inclinou-se um pouco, só o suficiente para agarrar o membro duro e esfregá-lo contra seu clitóris, entre os lábios e até ameaçando enfiá-lo algumas vezes mas sem o fazer de fato.

você fechou os olhos e tombou a cabeça para trás, esfregando-se contra ele mais rápido, e fran, mesmo oscilando entre a linha tênue da realidade e fantasia, notou que só você estava se divertindo, então ele agiu.

você sentiu os longos dedos ossudos dele na sua mão, te fazendo abrir os olhos, e então você não conseguiu evitar sorrir da insatisfação estampada na cara de dele.

"se for sentar, senta logo." exigiu.

era justo, você já estava encharcada. podia literalmente sentir sua boceta molhada pulsar. Então, finalmente, fez a vontade dele. com uma certa pressa você fez o pau duro deslizar para dentro de você, e nossa, mesmo que não fosse a primeira vez que ele se alojava dentro das suas paredes molhadas, a sensação de euforia era como se fosse.

você rebolou um pouco, se ajustando e recuperando o fôlego antes de de fato começar a cavalgar feito uma verdadeira cowgirl.

você gemeu alto contra o pescoço dele quando sentiu o primeiro tapa na sua bunda. ele falava as maiores atrocidades no seu ouvido enquanto te ajudava a subir e descer com uma maestria que só você tinha. não demorou muito pra que você gozasse, não uma mas algumas vezes. podia sentir os líquidos escorrendo para fora da sua boceta calejada.

"fica" você sussurrou com dificuldade quanto ele tentou sair de dentro de você.

"mas você já gozou, não te incomoda?"

"tá me perguntado se ter so seu pau dentro de mim me incomoda?" vocês riram e ele beijou sua testa.

"não que eu esteja reclamando, jamais, mas de onde isso tudo veio, colocaram algum tipo de viagra feminino na sua bebida?" fran riu baixinho.

"eu só estava sentindo a sua falta"

escrevendo essa putaria toda como se eu nao tivesse visto aquela foto no instagram

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madame-fear · 2 months

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could you write a drabble for Francisco with these prompts? please 🥺

50. “i don't recall asking you to stop. keep kissing me.”

20. goofily smiling in between kisses.

27. “if only you knew the effect you have on me.”

꒰ ‘𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄’ | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks! : nonnie this was so sweet and fun to write, thank you for requesting this !! this is literally the first thing I ever write for our sweet man, I hope you enjoy this! 🤧💕 also, tagging my sweet girl @luceracastro in case you are interested! <33 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 550.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, established relationship, drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : francisco romero x (fem!)reader ˗ˏˋ ꒰ prompts used : ⤿ mentioned above in request!

→ click here if you want to request a drabble for my followers milestone celebration! drabbles open from February 14th, to March 1st.

A silly grin quivered at the corner of your lips. Your hand was placed on the back of Fran’s head, having your fingers interwined between his dark blonde curls.

Fluttering your eyes shut, your lips softly pressed against his own thin, rosy ones; tilting your head gently to deepen the kiss. Sitting on his lap and exchanging small, sweet kisses was your favourite activity to do with your boyfriend — you could spend an entire day like this, and none of you would grow bored. In between the kiss, you could feel his own lips turning into a smile.

Humming, you reluctanctly pulled apart, feeling him breaking away the kiss for a brief moment — but his lips still grasped against yours tenderly. His light green eyes moved to stare up at you admiringly, noticing how his smile grew wider at the sight of you. He was absolutely dumbfounded at how pretty you were, in every sense. It wasn’t unusual to catch him admiring you like a fool in love, which made you feel flattered — and a bit shy sometimes, even.

“I don’t recall asking you to stop.” you retorted teasingly, moving your fingers to play with his hair lovingly. “Keep kissing me.” a soft scoff spurred from him, becoming flustered at your playful remarks. “Sorry,” Fran replied meekly, still stupidly smiling to himself. One of his hands cupped your cheek, as his other free hand was placed in your waist while his lips were pressed against the corner of your lips, placing several small pecks. “I can’t help it. I have to admire just how lucky I am.”

Closing your eyes once again, you sighed out of satisfaction at the way your boyfriend showered you in love, filling your face with loving, and delicately small kisses. Grinning widely — as the fluster in your cheeks spread across your face — you moved your face to meet his lips again, firmly cupping his cheeks with your hands One of his hands went to the back of your head, pressing you against his lips, ravenously kissing you.

In between the chaste, affectionate kisses and smooches you continously pressed against each other’s lips, occasionally humming in delight against your mouths, you smiled in a giddy manner. The corner of your lips grew leisurely with each smooch that was given and received; both of you feeling content of having one another in this manner. In a way, it felt comforting - the rest of the world didn’t exist, it was just the two of you, and the faint sound of your kisses.

Eventually, both of you softly pulled apart from one another, faintly panting, trying to catch some air after the makeout session you had. Feebly, he pressed his forehead against your own, keeping his hand in the back of your head so you would remain as close to him as possible, while his other hand moved to your arm - caressing your skin with the tips of his fingers. The amount of pride he felt at the thought of having you with him just like this overwhelmed him; he couldn’t be any more satisfied.

Pressing a final smooch on the tip of your nose, making you squirm and giggle very lightly, he whispered. “If only you knew the effect you have on me.”

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yzzart · 2 months

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𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤.

⇢ francisco romero x f!reader.

⇢ sumário: somente você e Francisco entre lençóis brancos.

⇢ contagem de palavras: 690!

⇢ avisos: nada radical, apenas algo carente e menção de mordida.

⇢ notas: finalmente, tive tempo e coragem para postar e, sim, as vezes postando em inglês, espanhol e português.

A imagem diante dos seus olhos eram mais do que admirada, mas, sim, contemplada; em possíveis palavras, adorada. — Acompanhada pelo forte e ardente sentimento de fascínio.

Talvez, uma pétala de orgulho que, possivelmente, havia se misturado entre outras emoções. — Você não sabia distinguir no exato momento.

Seus olhos passavam, com sutileza e tanta delicadeza, por cada potinho e detalhe que havia no rosto de Francisco; observando todas as pintas, pequenas marcas que já desapareciam com o tempo e, também simples e tão ingênuas linhas de expressões que se disfarçavam naquela região. — Que, na maioria das vezes, eram despercebidas entre olhares.

E você adorava observar cada coisinha que poderia existir em sua face, claro que, também, nunca se cansaria disso. — Uma coisa que você já deixou bem claro para o argentino, e ele nunca reclamou sobre; Romero nunca teria esse ousadia.

O rosto adormecido do mais velho, longe de qualquer preocupação ou questionamento de alguma coisa, que se dava o prazer do descanso transmitia uma sensação de conforto em seu peito, uma paz que não poderia ser explicada com facilidade. — Criando uma pequena dor em seu peito pelo pensamento que ele poderia acordar em qualquer momento. — Sua face relaxada, distribuindo apenas breves sons de sua respiração a tranquilizava.

Sem mencionar algumas mechas douradas, e bagunçadas, que estavam espalhadas em uma parte de sua testa. — O tornando ainda mais angelical.

Angelical. — A perfeita palavra para defini-lo naquele momento. — Você não tinha dúvidas, pela primeira vez naquela manhã. — Sem mesmo perceber, seus lábios se formaram em um sorriso plácido ao concordar com o pensamento; como se fosse uma adolescente em seus tempos de paixão.

"Me admirando, nena?" — Com os olhos fechados acompanhado por uma voz rouca e vibrante, influenciada pelo desapertar do descanso, Francisco questiona; com uma leve impressão de uma graça que prendia em seus lábios. — "Hum?"

"O que acha?" — Uma pergunta respondendo a outra, esse era o joguinho de vocês; e algo que arrancou uma breve risada de Francisco, logo, o fazendo abrir seus olhos.

A intensidade, misturada com graciosidade, dos seus olhos azuis se pousou em você; eles transmitiam uma paixão tão profunda, as vezes, tão inocente que fixava você de uma maneira vigorosa. — Um olhar apaixonado, independente de qualquer era o momento, Francisco sempre mantinha um olhar afeiçoado em você. — Ele estava preso em você, como se houvesse sido capturado mas nunca iria pedir por ajuda.

"Ah, eu acho isso lindo." — Falou sem pensar em palavras mais concretas, afinal, ele tinha uma coisa muito mais importante para prestar sua atenção; sem falar nada, nos últimos segundos, o corpo de Francisco se movimenta entre o macio lençol, se aproximando mais do seu.

Agora, havia mais mechas dele espalhadas por seu rosto, cobrindo a maior parte de sua testa. — Oh, você não poderia resistir a ação que se passou em sua mente. — Sutilmente, você levou uma das suas mãos em direção a sua testa e afastou, com carinho, umas pequenas mechas e passando elas para trás de sua orelha.

Seu namorado sorriu com o doce ato, se sentindo grato por suas carícias matinais; algo que já se tornou uma rotina. — Em suas palavras, o dia dele só começa com seus afagos.

"Bom dia, Fran." — O mais velho direcionou sua mão em sua cintura, com um pouquinho de força que tinha, e puxou, desajeitosamente, sua corpo até o dele; aproximando e, de fato, colando um com o outro. — Sua risada, em tom alto e agradável, se instalou nos ouvidos de Francisco.

"Bom dia, amor." — Falou em bom tom, agora, com o rosto entre seu pescoço e inalando seu aroma natural; Romero era, completamente, viciado em seu cheiro. — "Tan buena…" — Francisco proferiu.

Sua cabeça, em algumas vezes, se aprofundava na maciez do travesseiro apenas fato de sua sensibilidade no pescoço, um ponto tão frágil e o causador era a respiração profunda do seu namorado e, ocasionando, pequenos beijos que ele distribuía na região. — Mal havia acordado e Francisco já estava disposto.

"Francisco!" — Sua voz não era de completa repreensão, ou reclamação, apenas uma pequena linha de atenção; o que fez o homem gargalhar deliciosamente contra seu pescoço.

"Bom dia novamente, hermosa."

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August. Enzo V

capítulo III

❦warnings: uso de alcohol, un poco de angst, matías siendo sobre protetor, fluff, oc kissing girls, enzo celoso, poco smut

Elle’s Pov

Al llegar a casa, guardé mi bolso y fui a darme un relajante baño. Al acostarme en mi cama para descansar, vi a mis gatitas subirse para acurrucarse conmigo. "Hola, mis vidas", acaricié a ambas y agarré mi teléfono para enviar un mensaje a Enzo avisándole que había llegado a casa.

La semana transcurría lentamente, pero ya había organizado muchas cosas. Contraté a una empresa para cuidar de mis gatas y preparé los documentos para el viaje. Un miércoles por la mañana, mientras tomaba mi desayuno, recibí un mensaje de Enzo.

"Buenos días, bonita. Tengo noticias. Vamos a hacer una parada en Uruguay antes de ir a Brasil, pero no te preocupes, yo pago tu pasaje. Además, creo que podríamos llegar a Brasil el mismo día, ¿no?"

"Buenos días, En. ¿Qué vamos a hacer en Uruguay primero?"

"Voy a dejar a Uma y Ada en casa, con mi madre. Si te sientes muy cansada, podemos quedarnos allí a dormir si quieres."

"Ah, sí. No sabía que vivías en Uruguay, pero sí, si pagas, iré incluso a China."

"Oye, ¿quieres salir a tomar ese café?"

Enzo llegaría en minutos para tomar café y llevar a sus gatas a hacer exámenes antes del viaje. Dejé el teléfono y preparé el desayuno. Al escuchar el timbre, me encontré con Enzo sosteniendo una transportadora en una mano, un pastel en la otra y una mochila en la espalda.

"Buen día, chiquita. Traje pastel", dijo sonriendo y inclinándose para darme dos besos en las mejillas. Devolví el gesto y lo ayudé a llevar a las gatas adentro. Después de cerrar la puerta, fui a poner el pastel en la mesa. "Buen día. Aprovechando la oportunidad, cuando vayamos a Brasil, tendré que pasar a ver a mi familia. No me arriesgaré a ir allí y no ver a mi familia", dije riendo.

Después de poner el pastel en la mesa, me senté en el suelo y vi a mis gatas acompañándome para ver a las visitantes. "En, ¿puedes sacar de ese pequeño armario un sobre llamado churu?" Se agachó y lo sacó, entregándomelo y sentándose a mi lado, acariciando a sus gatas. Al soltarlas, hubo muchos olores, lametones y, finalmente, se llevaron bien.

Nos lavamos las manos, que estaban llenas de pelo, y finalmente fuimos a desayunar. Enzo llenó su taza y estaba a punto de llevársela a la boca. "Espera, mucha calma en esta hora. No sabía si te gusta el café amargo o dulce, así que no puse azúcar." Le empujé el azúcar, y antes de ponerlo, metió la lengua en el café para probar si era realmente amargo, una elección desastrosa, imagino, por la mueca que hizo después. "Parece medicina", comencé a reír mientras él se pasaba la mano por la lengua tratando de quitar el sabor.

El reloj ya marcaba las 7:40 a. m. cuando decidí tomar una ducha. Al salir, me encontré con Enzo lavando los platos que habíamos ensuciado. "En, no era necesario. Hay un lavavajillas justo allí", le dije riendo.

"No te preocupes, ya casi termino", dijo terminando y secándose las manos. Se volvió y me miró como si estuviera en otro mundo, pero luego sacudió la cabeza y sonrió de lado.

Fui al balcón a fumar, seguida por Enzo, que se sentó a mi lado para fumar también. Sacó un cigarrillo de su bolsillo y lo encendió con mi encendedor rosa. Era sexy ver sus manos llenas de venas mientras encendía el cigarrillo. Entonces me di cuenta de su camisa oscura de botones, que parecía que podría explotar en cualquier momento. Dios mío. Suspiré y aparté la vista del uruguayo. "Está empezando a hacer frío. ¿Crees que va a nevar mucho este año?" Me miró y se rió. "Eres muy friolera, ¿verdad?" Lo miré insultada. "Amigo, soy baiana. Estoy acostumbrada a 40 grados. A 20 grados me siento en el Polo Norte, parezco la propia Mamá Noel", se reía mientras se ponía la mano en el pecho. "Ok, ok, no juzgaré más."

A las 8:30 a.m salimos de casa y fuimos a la clínica. Después de los exámenes de Uma y Ada y la actualización de sus chips, Enzo estaba a punto de irse cuando su teléfono sonó y pude ver un cambio en su expresión. "Eh... pásame tus documentos para comprar los boletos mientras resuelves tus cosas, ¿de acuerdo?" Confirmé con la cabeza e incliné la cabeza para darle un beso en la mejilla cuando extendió la mano para saludarme. Me sentí confundida, pero estuve de acuerdo. Cuando se fue, continué mi trabajo, siempre instruyendo a mi futuro reemplazo.

Y así fue el resto de la semana. Algunos mensajes aquí, trabajar hasta el hartazgo y, finalmente, compras el viernes. Pasé por todas las tiendas para llevar regalos a toda mi familia, hasta que llegué a una tienda de artículos brasileños y le envié un mensaje a Enzo.

"Heyy, pelotudo, estoy en una tienda brasileña. Dijiste que íbamos a pasar por tu madre, ¿qué le gusta? Podría llevarle un regalito."

"Hola, Elle, no es necesario, de verdad."

"Ay, por favor, solo una pequeña atención 🥹."

"Sí, en serio, no es necesario. Es solo un viaje, ¿recuerdas?"

"Está bien, disculpa."

Después de guardar el teléfono, compré havaianas para Marina, Matías y Fran, ya que después de las compras íbamos a almorzar juntos. Fran me recibió con un abrazo que casi me estalló la espalda. "¿Cómo estás, niña?" Preguntó girándome. Me reí y fuimos a la mesa elegida. "Estoy emocionada por el viaje, un poco frustrada, pero está bien." Tan pronto como nos sentamos, llegó Matías con Martina. "Hola, buen día a todos. ¿Cómo están? Elle, esta es Martina. Martina, esta es Elle." Me levanté y la abracé mientras sonreía. "Mucho gusto, Elle, eres muy linda", dijo, y sentí que mi rostro se calentaba mientras sonreía. "Pareces un espejismo", le dije riendo y luego nos sentamos.

Durante nuestro almuerzo, hubo una conexión tan grande con todos, parecía que nos conocíamos desde hace años. Tina, en pocas conversaciones, parecía ser una gran amiga, y al final estaba tan cómoda. "¿Qué te frustró, cariño?" Preguntó Martina pasando la mano por mi cabello mientras tenía la cabeza en su hombro. "Si cuento, ¿prometen guardar el secreto?" Hablé y vi a todos asentir. "Bueno, creo que me estoy empezando a gustar de Enzo, pero me prometí a mí misma que no quiero apresurarme. Quiero comenzar con una amistad, para conocerlo, ya saben, pero se está poniendo difícil." Vi a Matías mirar a Fran, que tenía una mirada culpable, mientras veía la mandíbula de Mati tensarse. Rompiendo el silencio, Fran habló. "Bien, princesa, solo aléjate un poco, no hagas que todo sea tan personal. ¿Has pensado en eso?" Asentí y me esforzaría por ello, aunque fuera difícil.

Al salir del restaurante, Mati dijo que saldría a ver a alguno de los chicos, Fran dijo que tenía una cita por la tarde, y Tina y yo tuvimos el resto del día para nosotras.

Enzo’s Pov

Ya estaba cruzando los límites y dejando que mi corazón hablara más fuerte que lo correcto. No puedo enamorarme, ella es solo una amiga, no puedo dejarla involucrarse, sería muy injusto con ella. Estaba tan perdido en mis pensamientos mientras fumaba que ni siquiera escuché la puerta golpear frenéticamente hasta que vi en la pantalla de mi teléfono una llamada de Matías. Contesté y escuché su voz irritada. "¿Estás en casa, verdad? Abre la puerta, por favor". Fui a abrir la puerta pensando que Mati estaba actuando de manera extraña, pero cuando lo hice, agarró la solapa de mi camisa con fuerza y me atrajo más cerca. "¿Qué diablos crees que estás haciendo, Enzo?" Habló casi gruñendo, ¿yo estaba tan confundido? Hasta que tuve un clic, mierda. "Voy a contarte, solo suéltame, ¿ok?" Me soltó y entró enojado. "El plan nunca fue apegarme tanto a ella, Mati, pero parece inevitable, ella es como un imán, su amistad parece no ser suficiente". Matías se levantó poniendo una mano en la cintura y señalándome con la otra. "O tomas alguna decisión o se lo cuento". Asentí con la cabeza negando "Hablo, solo dame, por favor, este viaje. Al final, te juro que lo contaré, nunca me sentí así, Mati, por favor, no me quites esto". Hablé tirándome en el sofá y poniendo las manos en la cara, ¿por qué tenía que ser así? "Le estás quitando esto a ti mismo, cabrón, deberías haber hecho las cosas bien". Se sentó a mi lado y dio palmaditas en mi espalda. "Con ella todo parece tan correcto, Mati, parece que estoy viviendo una película". Se levantó y arregló la camisa. "Pero no lo estás, y si le rompes el corazón, juro que te parto la cara". Lo observé dirigirse hacia la puerta. "Te quiero, pero no puedes usar a las personas así, buena suerte".

Elle’s Pov

Después de pedir una ración de papas fritas y algunas copas, Tina y yo ya estábamos alegres. Estábamos en el mostrador tomando shots, jugando a piedra, papel o tijera. "¿Vamos a alguna discoteca? Necesito bailar", dije emocionada tomando la mano de Tina, que asintió con la cabeza. "Voy a llamar a Mati para que venga a llevarnos, ¿ok?" Matías había llegado con una mujer llamada Sina. Él conduciría mi coche y Sina el suyo para que fuéramos a la discoteca. Al llegar, me animé más y las tres fuimos a la pista de baile. Mati nos trajo agua, pero yo la rechacé; quería beber más. "Elle, cariño, ¿no es suficiente ya? Vas a despertar sintiéndote mal". Lo miré haciendo puchero y juntando los dedos muy cerca. "Solo un poquito más, nos quedamos solo hasta las 03:00", ya eran las 02:30, qué tonta. "Dale, pero ten cuidado, ¿de acuerdo?" Seguí bailando mientras Sina ya estaba sentada en el mostrador observando la pista, y Tina se unió a Mati. Hasta que empezó a sonar funk y no pude controlarme. Comencé a bailar y a moverme hasta que noté a algún hombre patán tratando de acercarse por detrás de mí, pero antes de que eso sucediera, llegó Sina y me agarró por detrás, comenzando a bailar conmigo. "Cuidado, dulzura", me dijo cerca del oído quitando mi cabello sudado de mi cuello. Me volví hacia ella y comencé a bailar con los brazos alrededor de su cuello, me incliné y le di un beso en el cuello sosteniendo su cabello pelirrojo. "Na, na, solo podrás si dejas de beber, ¿vamos por ahí a tomar agua, uh?" dijo, tomó mi mano y me llevó al mostrador, dándome una botella de agua y algún dulce, haciendo que en minutos me sintiera más sobria. "Voy al baño a lavarme la cara y en poco nos vamos, ¿de acuerdo?" "Cuidado", todos dijeron al unísono, y yo reí, siguiendo al baño de mujeres. Me lavé la cara y me recosté en la pared pasando unos buenos minutos buscando el Instagram de Sina, hasta que la encontré.

"Hey, ¿qué tal si vienes aquí al baño?" "¿Pasó algo? ¿Estás bien?" "Solo ven". Apagué la pantalla del celular y lo guardé en mi bolso. Tan pronto como entró, cerré con llave la puerta y me recosté en ella, mirando a la mujer frente a mí, que no pudo contenerse y me besó. Sina me sentó en el lavabo y continuó los besos. Puso las manos dentro de mi blusa masajeando mis senos hasta que sintió mi piercing y abrió los ojos sorprendida, lo que me hizo reír. Besó mi cuello y regresó a mis labios deteniendo el beso. "No mereces un encuentro rápido en un baño de discoteca. Cuando quieras, solo llámame". Me besó de nuevo y salió del baño limpiándose los labios llenos de gloss labial.

Ya en el coche con Matías, tenía la cabeza apoyada en el vidrio pensando en todo y aún me sentía un poco extraña. "Cariño, no te pongas así, piensa que en unos días estarás viajando y viendo a tu familia de nuevo". Asentí con la cabeza. "¿Qué día es mañana, Mati?" Miré hacia él. "Hoy, en este caso, ¿Día de San Valentín?" Habló esperando que abriera el garaje para estacionar el auto. "Ah, sí", susurré y me quité el cinturón, volviendo a poner mi bolso sobre el hombro. "Adiós, Titi, muchas gracias por cuidar de mí, a ti, Tina y Sina". Le di un abrazo que me apretó y puso su mentón sobre mi cabeza. "Eres como una hermana menor que nunca tuve, chiquita, no necesitas agradecer nada. Buena noche, ¿eh? Duerme bien". Besó mi cabeza, me entregó las llaves y se fue.

Catorce de febrero, miércoles, 8:20 a. m.

Estaba sentada en la silla de recepción esperando a que el medicamento para el dolor hiciera efecto. Realmente no me gustan las visitas al ginecólogo. Pasaba el tiempo viendo mi TikTok cuando recibí un mensaje de Enzo. "Buenos días, Elle, ¿dónde estás?" "En el médico, ¿por qué?" "¿Qué pasó? ¿Estás bien? ¿Te lastimaste, te involucraste en algún accidente? Estoy en camino". "Primero, no sabes en qué médico estoy, segundo, estoy bien, solo un poco adolorida, pero el día de descanso me hará bien". "Envíame tu ubicación, estoy saliendo ahora". "Eres un tonto, pero realmente no me siento tan bien”

Apagué la pantalla del celular y cerré los ojos, respiré profundamente y recosté la cabeza en la pared. "Elle, ¿qué pasó? ¿Por qué estás débil?" Vino hacia mí y me abrazó, envolviéndome en sus brazos. "Nada en particular, Enzo. Solo vine a actualizar mi DIU hormonal, pero duele bastante, eso es todo". Me solté de él, caminando lentamente con mi bolso a un lado. Se acercó, puso mi bolso en su hombro y me apoyó en él. "He venido en Uber, así que conduciré para ti". Le entregué mis llaves y me recosté en los asientos traseros del auto, apagándome.

Desperté en mi cama con mi gata Serena acostada en mi barriga, y pude escuchar un ruido en la cocina mientras Shakira maullaba, probablemente queriendo comer algo. Miré al suelo y había cuatro ramos de flores junto con peluches, cajas de chocolate y notas sobre la cama. Me senté en la cama, haciendo que Serena saliera de mi regazo. Me estiré y tomé uno de los ramos. "Mati estuvo aquí, para que no pases tu San Valentín sola. Besos de tu hermano mayor 🫶🏼". Me senté en el suelo y fui a buscar los demás. "Besitos de tu amiga Martina, te extraño", lo puse al lado del de Mati. "Te extraño, princesa Rapunzel", tenía flores moradas, y el último, ¿sería de Enzo? ¿Fue por eso que vino a verme? "No puedo dejar de pensar en tus besos, te extraño, xoxo ya sabes quién eres". Era de Sina. Suspiré medio frustrada, pero estaba feliz de que se hubieran acordado de mí y fueran tan cariñosos. "Ya despertó la Bella Durmiente", escuché la voz grave de Enzo entrando en la habitación con una bandeja de desayuno, aunque era más bien almuerzo, medicina, agua y jugo. Me senté en la cama y él colocó el almuerzo allí para que yo comiera. "¿Te sientes mejor?" Asentí con la cabeza mientras tomaba una papita del plato y la comía, extendiendo una para ponerla en la boca de él, que la comió y fingió que mordería mi dedo. "Estás muy solicitada, ¿eh?" Dijo con un rostro molesto e irónico. "¿Por qué? ¿estás celoso?" Hablé riendo. "Muchas gracias por traerme aquí y cuidar de mí". Me miró mientras comía y sacudió la cabeza. "No podía dejarte de esa manera, pero en fin, tengo que salir para terminar de empacar mis cosas, mañana salimos a las 05:00 a.m, a las 4:30 estaré aquí para recogerte". Puse cara de aburrimiento. "¿Por qué tan temprano, En?" Se levantó de la cama y se limpió las manos. "Para llegar a Brasil mañana mismo, tenemos que aprovechar". Parpadeó, y me levanté de la cama. "Te llevaré hasta la puerta". Seguí al hombre hasta la puerta, se detuvo y se recostó llevando su mano y quitando el cabello de mi rostro para luego agarrar mi nuca y besarme. Al separarnos, me dio una sonrisa. "Te veré en la mañana, cariño". Besó mi frente y bajó por las escaleras. "Te ves hermosa durmiendo", dijo y se fue.

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minkyungseokie · 29 days

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Horn Care

Wyll Ravengard x male!OC

I have had this fic in the works for a while. It's just a little self-indulgent story of my dnd bard, Romero, with Wyll, with some stuff about his family and whatnot

I would love to answer any questions y'all may have about Romero's family because I love them sm

Dedicated to both @tripleyeeet and @shenanigans-and-imagines for listening to me ramble about these idiots <333

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and food, possibly OOC

Word Count: 1,266

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Romero diligently rubbed the oil over Wyll’s horns, skillfully getting within every groove and crevice. Wyll holds the bottle of high-grade horn oil (though he’s not sure where exactly the bard procured it from), squirting extra in the bard’s hand whenever he asks for more.

Wyll can’t believe for one second this is his first time doing this. And yet, the who for is the biggest question. He wonders if it was learned from caring for past lovers, or even friends who needed an extra hand. It shocks Wyll just how truly little he knows about the person leading them; the person he’s decided to court - properly, if he’s ever given the chance.

“I can feel you thinking,” Romero teases. He’s running his fingers along the undersides of the horns, feeling to ensure he got every spot. “Anything you want to share?”

“I can’t help noticing your distinct lack of horns. How do you know how to do this? Something you picked up on your travels?”

He chuckles. “No. I’ve been doing this since I was little.” Once he’s certain the horns have been fully taken care of, he rounds the stool Wyll sits on, borrowed from Astarion (with promises of two carafes of good wine. A hefty price for one little stool, but worth it, he thinks). He drops the bottle of oil, closed securely, into his pack and plops down on the floor of the tent, leaning back against his arms. “One of my parents, Amrus, is a tiefling. I was always fascinated with his horns. He’d pick me up on his shoulders and carry me around, and I’d hold on and steer him around.”

Wyll could almost picture it. A little boy with unruly hair motioning to be picked up, coming up with imaginative stories, pretending to be riding a dragon. He couldn’t imagine much changed in the years leading up to this moment.

“Well, he adopted some tieflings, too. Wild, little things. And we’re a big, busy family, so I offered to help out. As their horns came in, I took care of them, until they were old enough to learn how to themselves.” Romero smiled fondly, remembering his childhood with nostalgia. He could tell stories for hours of mischief he got up to, fighting with his siblings, whacking people with sticks when they disrespected any of his family. “You get quite good at it when you do it for years.”

“It’s an admirable skill to have, if only for how it was learned. Its uses are a bit… limited.”

“Unless I happen to be with someone in possession of horns,” the bard says, smirking up at the warlock. “Results of a deal with a devil or otherwise.”

–

“If you don’t mind my prying, how many parents do you have? You mention them a lot.”

The moon casts them in a cool glow. Light bounces off Wyll’s horns. The open amusement of the bard is perfectly accentuated, as though the shadows pull back just so he can be admired.

“Ah, plenty. Let’s see, are we counting all of them, or just the ones my father is married to?”

Wyll chuckles. “All of them, to start.”

Romero begins ticking off fingers, listing names as he went in a low murmur. He didn’t stop even after he ran out of fingers. “Twelve, technically.” Wyll gaped at him.

“Twelve parents?! How do you keep them all straight?”

“Well, not all of them live with us at one time. I only grew up around six of them; the other four live elsewhere, traveling or providing shelter to any of us kids who happen to wander in their areas. The last two have passed - and the mindflayer only counts as a parent because of my father’s insistence.”

“A mindflayer?!” He pushed himself up so he could gape down at his partner. “Your father was with one of those rubber-skinned Ilithids?!”

“Eh, it’s one of his stranger exploits.” Romero smirked, as though he’d gone through this exact bewilderment before. Though, Wyll supposes he must’ve done. “You haven’t even asked how many siblings I have.”

“I can’t begin to fathom.” He sighed, mentally preparing himself. “How many?”

Romero looks far too eager to share the number. “Eighteen.”

“How do you all fit in that house?!”

“My father and some of my parents help him build new additions. You should see it - it’s about as chaotic as the people who live in it.”

He gestured grandly, hands telling the story as much as his words. Wyll could picture him standing on a table in a tavern, spinning wild tales to enraptured guests all night long. It was like a fire lit in his eye. A spring added itself into his every motion.

“It reaches as high as any palace, built of hand-hewn planks and sun-dried bricks. The thundering of stairs as we all come racing down for Pimbul’s cooking - she’s the best damn cook, and he always makes plenty of extra. Laughter and music pouring out of every window, every balcony, every door - the sound of our love uncontainable.” He sighed wistfully, hands falling back at his side. “As soon as this is over, I’m headed straight back. I’ve been gone for too long.”

Wyll smiled. Romero poured affection for his family any time they came up, which was surprisingly often. An eight-pointed star on his chest denoted himself as a child of the famous Gerhart Tulb, adventurer and well-known flirt. Any time they weren’t in armor, his shirt was opened to proudly display the tattoo. Which meant everywhere they weren’t fighting, there was someone who recognized it. He always used it as an opportunity to relay the tales his father had told of his own adventures, and one’s he’d picked up from his siblings along the road. It was admirable.

“How long have you been away?” he asks as he lays back down. Though, his eyes don’t stray from him, even as the stars glimmer and flicker, begging for his attention.

Romero sighs and turns onto his side. “Almost a year. I know that’s not a very long time,” he offers Wyll a sympathetic smile, “I just miss everyone so much.”

“You’ll have a lot to share when you see them again.” Wyll rolls over as well, though his horns make it difficult to actually be comfortable. They were nice and shiny from his partner’s careful hands, but they were still a damned nuisance. “Grandiose tales of tadpoles and curses, of love and loss. The perfect story.”

“A story’s only as good as the person telling it.” He frowned, reaching out to hesitantly take Wyll’s hand. Calluses roughened his fingertips from his lute. Even more covered his palm from battles hard fought. “I don’t know how this story will end,” he begins slowly, almost a whisper, “but if–” He squeezes Wyll’s hand. “-- when we win, I wanted to bring you back with me. All of you, if I can. I know it’s a lot to ask, to drag all of you back on the road, but-”

Wyll squeezed his hand with a bright smile. “We’d all be glad to meet them. I can only imagine how a reunion with a family of bards must be.”

Romero grinned, sitting up and eagerly launching into another story. Wild descriptions of dancing and singing and drinking that lasted for an entire week. About a dance that all the kids did for the parents involving swords and drums. Fireworks, illusions, and so, so much more. Wyll could almost picture it all. And even crazier: he could almost picture himself there at Romero’s side.

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wake-uptoreality · 2 years

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His drooling face is the most adorable thing you have ever seen. You wake up early just to stare at it. The little saliva dripping out from his opened mouth as he murmurs something in his sleep that makes you chuckle every time. He is surprised why you sometimes woke up earlier than him, but figures it out when he sees your gallery full of his sleeping pictures and one photo of his drooling mouth. He becomes so so embarrassed about it and whines to delete them all. You just laugh and kiss his forehead. "I just can't rest, when you are sleeping, making that adorable face babe" he flushes and pouts, while you giggle more. He is just so cute.

-> YAMAGUCHI, iwaizumi, tanaka, KAGEYAMA, BOKUTO, Hinata, KENMA, atsumu, OSAMU, DAICHI, semi, KORAI, kunimi, ROMERO.

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recaltera · 2 months

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i need, and i'm also begging, for some writing or scenario for Francisco that might involve him forcing eye contact, while he's fing*ring reader and praising her at the same time, please!!

fingering with fran…

pairing: fran romero x fem reader

🏷️ smut (minors dni), fingering, praising

a/n: omg i love this request sm his fingers ar eliterally perfect for this

there was just something he loved about feeling your walls contract around his fingers, how at first it would be difficult for him to introduce one of his fingers into your awaiting hole because you were so tight, after a while as he sucked on your neck and rubbed your clit in circles with his other hand you would loosen up, letting him fuck his fingers in and out of your pussy making wet sounds ring around your shared bedroom.

he watched your every move intently, studied your body, learning what pleases you and what makes you scream in pleasure, this is how you would end up every day you got home frustrated from work. he knew exactly what you wanted when you threw yourself onto him as soon as you stepped into the apartment, straddling his lap and wrapping your hands around his neck, giving him a hard passionate make out as you grind your wet core down on his cock making him groan.

fran forced you to watch him no matter how hard it was for you to keep your eyes open while his fingers were hitting that spongy spot inside of you and your clit was being messily rubbed by his other hand. “open your eyes, princess. eyes on me. i want to see your pretty face when you cum for me” because you always tend to hide your face on his neck as you reach your climax. you are not sure why tho, you weren’t ashamed or anything it was just a reaction by default and he would always let it pass.

this night was different tho, he knew you were close he could feel your walls spasm ing around his slim long fingers. grabbing your face roughly and squishing your cheeks making your lips pout. “if you close your eyes im going to stop, princess so better keep them open this time” . as soon as your orgasm hit you did everything in your hands to keep your eyes on fran, watching him watch you, he enjoyed every second of it. talking you throught it ��good girl, you are doing such a good job” as he rode out your high, “you sound so pretty when you cum, angel” he would whisper in your ear as you were floating around cloud nine still in your post orgasm high.

letting him fuck you with his fingers was probably the best part of your frustrated days, sometimes you would fake it just so he could play with you, he knew when it wasn’t real tho. he still played along because he just loves feeling you around him in any possible way.

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sluttforromero · 2 months

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in a world of boys, he's a gentleman ♡ fran romero

tw: beijocas e bebidas

Rulia disse e você apenas concordou com a cabeça antes de beber mais um gole do drink. aquela era o quarto puxão de orelha que você recebia de uma de suas amigas sobre ter tido uma recaída com seu ex-namorado na semana passada.

"mas isso foi uma coisa meio idiota, não?"

elas queriam o seu bem, lógico, mas por mais sensatas e solicidas que elas fossem jamais poderiam entender como era se desfazer de um relacionamento de longa data em um país estrangeiro. seu ex-namorado era o último pedaço do brasil que você havia trazido consigo, e por mais babaca que ele fosse, ainda era sua melhor lembrança de casa.

"vamos, acho que você já entendeu a mensagem" francisco falou te puxando para fora da mesa. o bar estava lotado naquela noite, tão cheio que os garçons tiveram que colocar mesas extras na calçada numa tentativa de acomodar a demanda de pessoas que estavam por ali.

"não precisa levar ela tão a sério. ela não sabem pelo o que você está passando." ele puxou um cigarro de dentro do bolso. fran estava parecendo algum dos bêbados que você encontra em qualquer boteco no brasil com aquele maço de cigarro no bolso superior da camisa. isso te fez rir, o primeiro sorriso real dos últimos quarenta minutos.

"quer?"

você torceu o nariz. odiava o cheiro de nicotina mas a forma com que fran tragava a fumaça fazia aquilo parecer a melhor coisa do mundo. devagar você tocou os dedos na a ponta do cigarro, equilibrando ele nos lábios posteriormente. fran sacou do bolso mais um cigarro e um isqueiro, ele aproximou-se do seu rosto calmamente, riscando a pederneira fazendo a chama subir, assim acendendo o seu cigarro e o dele de uma só vez.

na primeira tragada você já de arrependeu. sua garganta ardia e seu pulmão parecia estar queimando. ele riu da sua cara quando você teve um ataque de tosse depois de tragar.

"acho melhor você parar ou seu pulmão vai sair do lugar." vocês riram brevemente e você deu mais uma tragada feia antes de jogar o cigarro na calçada e pisotear.

"acho que preciso de um copo de água" você falou depois de tossir "tipo, agora mesmo. vou em casa e já volto".

você não esperou uma resposta de fran antes de sair de perto da muvuca. o bar ficava a menos de vinte passos do seu prédio, e você ficou feliz por isso.

no elevador, vendo o estado da sua maquiagem, o jeito que seu cabelo estava fedendo a nicotina, trident de melancia e maconha e em como aquelas botas de cowboy não tinham absolutamente nada a ver com o vestido branco que você usava a vontade de descer de volta para o bar diminuiu drasticamente.

depois de beber um copo de água você foi para o banheiro, sentia que iria vomitar todos os seus órgãos a qualquer instante. você se sentou no chão ao lado da privada e ficou ali por um tempo. tudo que você mais queria era tomar um banho e cair na cama, e quem sabe, amanhã esse sentimento de melancolia terá sumido.

não sabe-se ao certo por quanto tempo você ficou ali, mas você voltou a si quando ouviu a voz de fran chamando seu nome.

"aqui" você respondeu.

quando ele chegou na porta do banheiro não conseguiu segurar a risada ao ver seu estado, muito deplorável diga-se de passagem.

"você tá péssima" ele riu.

"no elevador tinha espelho" você retrucou rindo "caso você não tenha percebido."

ele estendeu a mão mas você simplesmente fez que não com a cabeça.

"acho que nem um guindaste me tira daqui hoje".

fran revirou os olhos e te puxou pelos braços, te colocando de pé, mesmo que você estivesse cambaleando feito uma gelatina.

francisco colocou um dos seus braços sobre o ombro dele e pela bruta diferença de altura de vocês dois, a curta caminhada do banheiro até o quarto foi mais difícil e desengonçada do que deveria.

ele te soltou na cama e você caiu pra trás. olhando para o teto você sentia o mundo a sua volta rodar.

"se você for morrer me avisa pra eu sair daqui antes." fran disse sentando ao seu lado na cama.

"muito gentil da sua parte francisco romero"

francisco romero.

falar o nome dele sempre deixava um quê açucarado na sua boca. eram o tipo de palavra que você particularmente gostava de dizer em voz alta, mesmo sem saber ao certo o motivo.

"eu não te deixaria nem se você pedisse"

nesse momento você, que estava de olhos fechados sentindo as ondulações do álcool no seu cérebro, abriu os olhos abruptamente. você se sentou na cama, mesmo com o peso do seu corpo parecer ter triplicado.

seu olhos fitaram os dele, você estava esperando ele rir, como sempre fazia quando falava esse tipo de coisa, mas o riso nunca veio. fran estava sério.

você viu o rosto dele ficando maior conforme ele foi se aproximando do seu, e aquele momento rolou em câmeras lenta enquanto um verdadeiro turbilhão de pensamento passavam pela sua cabeça, mas você simplesmente deixou eles de lado e inclinou-se para frente, extinguindo qualquer espaço entre vocês.

o beijo dele tinha gosto de cigarro e cerveja barata, mas não era ruim, justamente pelo contrário. era maravilhoso.

o selinho virou um beijo sem língua que evoluiu para uma pegação fervorosa entre vocês. e, em algum momento dela você foi tombada de volta na cama, com fran em cima do seu corpo, beijando a sua boca como se a vida dele dependesse disso.

os beijos foram desceram pelo seu pescoço, te fazendo rir baixinho contra o cabelo dele quando fran mordicava a pele sensível daquela área, mas não demorava muito pra te fazer voltar a ficar o ofegante quando ele apertava a sua cintura.

"por favor" você pediu quando ele fez a primeira menção de se afastar. seus dedos se entrelaçaram entre o cabelo dele, o puxando para perto.

ele voltava a te beijar mas logo depois se afastava de novo.

"você tá muito bêbada pra isso" ele disse encostando a testa na sua. "outra hora, ok?"

"mas eu te quero" a sua voz saiu mansa feito a de uma criança pedindo doce. fran novamente riu do seu estado de carência, beijando seus lábios e mais uma vez se afastando. e dessa vez saindo da cama e te olhando no colchão.

"se você me quer agora, também vai me querer outra hora."

dito isso ele saiu do apartamento, com a promessa de dizer para sua amigas que você não estava se sentindo bem e que sua noite tinha acabado ali.

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madame-fear · 11 days

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𐙚 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑.

ೀ amira speaks! : based on a dream I had ♡ hope this isn’t too cringy, because I just cringed at myself the entire time I was writing this HAJDJS ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : when your cousin leaves you her baby to take care of for a few days, your admiring husband can’t help but think how it would be if you had a baby of your own. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 1.3k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, veeery slight suggestiveness at the end, but nothing too serious. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : (husband!)Francisco Romero x (wife!)Reader

“Aaaand this, is her favourite toy.”

Taking out a small, seemingly smiling teddy bear from her purse, your cousin playfully moved it in front of the babbling babygirl you currently held in your arms, before actually giving the plushie to the few months old baby. Your cousin is to be out of the country for a few days due to work, and both you and your husband Fran agreed that you would take care of her baby without a problem while she was away.

A smile creeped upon your lips, looking down at the girl tightly embracing the teddy bear. On the other hand, your husband stood by your side, caressing the baby’s soft little head tenderly. He wouldn’t say it, but it was already endearing to see you so keen in taking care of a baby. “Great, anything else we should keep in mind?” you inquired meekly.

The little to no experience you had with children and small babies in general brought a wave of anxiety to you, but you tried pushing those feelings away. Your cousin shook her head in response, she already seemed on quite a hurry. “That would be all for now. Just remember to give her tons of kisses and hugs for me while I’m away, yes?”

In response, a giggle spurred from your lips. Your cousin quickly wrapped a single arm around your body, giving you a brief yet grateful hug, which you immediatly returned before she pulled apart. “Bye, now. Remember you can send me a message for whatever you need.” you hummed at her, nodding eagerly.

“Bye, my little love! Mummy will be back home soon!” a last kiss was placed on the child’s forehead, making her giggle, before you finally waved goodbye to your cousin and wished her luck on her short work trip, and your husband closed the door behind of you.

As the main door to your apartment was closed, your gaze immediatly moved down to look at the babygirl you carried in your arms. Mindlessly walking towards the couch to sit, a wide grin quivered on your lips. The mere sight of such lovely baby smiling up at you and sticking out her little arms to you made your heart melt. Fran placed his hand on your back, caressing you softly, quietly staring as you interacted with the little babbling baby.

“I think the little babygirl already loves you, doesn’t she, mi vida?” gently, you sat down onto the couch, having him doing the same as he sat by your side. The tip of your index figer moved to playfully stroke her cheek, before she grabbed your finger with her small arm, offering you a near toothless smile. “You think so?” you answered, scoffing softly, as his arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Your head rested on his shoulder, while your hand took the teddy bear from her arms, and used it to play a little bit with her. Fran placed a loving smooch on top of your head, before going back to admiring the way you very naturally played with the babygirl. His fingers went to softly caress the baby’s head with gentleness, smiling to himself.

“Of course I do! Look at how she’s smiling and throwing her little hands at you.” it was a sight that made his heart skip a beat. The single thought of you taking care of a child made him even more enamoured of you, if that was any more possible. “It seems as if you already know how to take care of a baby, and you always said otherwise.”

It was true. Often times you mentioned you were quite insecure of how your parenting skills would be, or that you didn’t know how you would care for a child properly— but the idea seemed less frightening now that, at least, you had the opportunity to care for one for a few days. It felt like the right dose of baby fever for both of you. You felt his lips being placed on your skin, smooching your cheek lovingly.

Gods, Fran had heart eyes for you.

Ever since you began dating, the Argentine fancied the idea of you carrying his child. Just how much of a sweet, loving mother you’d be— your baby would be just as precious as you were. The scenarios he made up every night about starting a family with you were heartwarming, a cause for him to weakly melt in love.

Perhaps it was too early back then, but not anymore. Everytime your husband tried bringing the topic into place, nervousness overwhelmed him— but now, seemed like the right moment to talk about it.

“I think you’d make an excellent mother, my love.” looking up at him, a faint rosy haze occupied your face at the thought of it. Just the sight of you playing with and cooing at a baby was endearing. Sheepishly, you were about to protest against his statement, but he knew you better. “And you can’t say no, don’t deny it. You would be a good mother.” his arm around your waist pulled you closer to him, focusing your attention on him now, as the little girl was distracted with the teddy bear.

You scoffed in response, briefly gazing down at the babe, before going back to stare at him. The insecurity of your parenting skills lingered inside you, but you couldn’t deny, that you quite fancied the idea of parenting a child along him— especially since, lately, your thoughts had been constantly wrapped around the idea of officially forming a family together. “I don’t know if I would be a good mother, I hope so, but you would be a very good and loving father for sure.” how sweet it was to see a crimson hue rising on his pale face at your comment.

Before an answer could escape from his lips, you continued. “You know, I’ve lately been thinking a lot about it...” you drifted off, moving your gaze to the little girl, the tip of your index finger caressed her soft, tiny hand. “About how it would be for us to be parents, I mean.” there, you stared up at him again, feeling his green eyes attentively look at you.

You noticed the way his lips fought back a wide smile from forming, his hand leisurely caressing your back lovingly. “I know,” he replied meekly. “I think about it all the time, I just don’t know how, and when, to bring up the subject.” grinning at him, your head was placed on his shoulder. Relief washed over him at the thought of you also thinking of having a child with him, knowing the feelings were reciprocated.

“Well, I think now it’s the appropiate time to talk about it, no?” you began, “I find myself quite fancying the idea of carrying your children, lately.” you teased lightly, noticing the rosy flush growing on his cheeks. He chuckled, before pressing his lips on top of your head adoringly to give you a small smooch.

“And I quite like the idea of you carrying my children, too.”

You were right— the right time to properly discuss it and plan on bringing a child of your own into the world was now. Keeping his eagerness to himself was a difficult task for Fran, the Argentine seemed almost like a happy puppy when you mentioned that you wanted to have children with him as well. The blonde haired leaned closer to you, placing a peck on your lips.

“Why don’t we talk about it more properly when we get to be alone together again?” you hummed in response as he whispered, dumbfoundedly smiling at him, exchanging a knowing look as you understood what he meant. The moment felt right, and it felt overwhelmingly satisfying— you could thrive in excitement.

You could only imagine just how precious it would be to see him with your child on his arms, helping you to take care of the baby. You nodded in agreement in response at his remark.

“Hmm, it seems about right. I can’t wait to be alone with you, my love.”

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