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lvnleah · 9 months ago

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this is a really long request ess t so feel free to ignore lol

Reader got pregnant young and drunk so has a young daughter and works in a pub. Alessia has been going to pub since joining arsenal bc it’s cozy and near her house and they met. They become close friends (they're in LOVE with each other but are kind of oblivious to eachother), everytime she has a chance Alessia spends time with R and R daughter, always always together, they're basically a married couple with a kid, to the point Alessias lockscreen is a picture of the 3 of them but she never told anyone about the pub and or R and her daughter (who basically grew up with less around, loves her like her other mum) because she wants to protect them. One day the arsenal girls ask her where she always goes, andl she takes them to the pub. At the pub less is nervous and when the girls ask her what is wrong she see a creepy man bothering R, when he touches her she goes mad, shocking everyone including herself when she punches him. Girls are shocked bc they saw sweet Alessia punching someone and they now know about her and R. Team learn more about R and her daughter and after meeting for good reader and daughter and see how they behave, they help Alessia finally confess her feelings. 💗💗

Finding home | Alessia Russo

I truly love this so thank you for the idea anon!

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You hadn’t expected much when you clocked into your shift at the pub that evening. It was another long night ahead, and the buzz of conversation mingled with the clinking of glasses had already settled into a steady rhythm. At 25, you had your life together—or as together as it could be.

You had Daisy, your bright, energetic 4-year-old daughter, who was your world. You’d gotten pregnant at 21, and while those early days had been overwhelming, you found a way to cope. Between work and raising Daisy, you had a routine, a flow to your days.

Then one night she walked in—Alessia. She caught your attention the second she stepped through the door. You didn’t know who she was at the time. Just another customer. But something about her stood out. Maybe it was the way she smiled, that soft, genuine curve of her lips, or how her eyes crinkled slightly at the edges, filled with warmth even though you hadn’t exchanged more than a hello.

“Hi,” she said, leaning on the counter, her voice soft but steady. “I’m new to the area.”

You found yourself smiling back, something about her putting you at ease. “Welcome. What can I get you?”

You didn’t know it then, but that was the start of everything.

Over the next few weeks, Alessia became a regular at the pub. It didn’t take long for the two of you to become close. She’d just moved to the area, having signed with Arsenal, and though she was adjusting to her new life, she always found her way back to the pub. Back to you.

There was something natural about the way you two clicked. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before long, you were hanging out outside of work. Coffee here, a walk there. Soon, she’d met Daisy, and the bond between the three of you grew quickly. Alessia had a way with Daisy, a knack for making her laugh in that full-belly kind of way that made your heart swell.

You weren’t blind to how you felt about Alessia. The way your heart quickened when she smiled at you, how your day brightened when you saw her name pop up on your phone. You knew, deep down, that you were in love with her. And you could tell Alessia felt the same. But neither of you ever said it. The fear of ruining what you had, of stepping over that invisible line, kept you both silent.

A year passed, and nothing had really changed—yet everything had. You were 26 now, Alessia 25, and Daisy, who had just turned 5, had started to call Alessia her “other mum” to other people. She adored Alessia, clinging to her whenever she was around, and you couldn’t blame her. Alessia made you both feel seen and cared for.

Movie nights with Alessia and Daisy had quickly become a tradition, a cosy ritual that the three of you looked forward to at the end of a long week. Tonight was no different.

Daisy, ever the ball of energy, was bouncing around the living room in her pyjamas, clutching her favourite stuffed animal while you set up the film. You smiled to yourself, watching her dance around in excitement. The movie didn’t really matter—Daisy rarely stayed still long enough to watch the entire thing—but it was the atmosphere that counted.

Alessia sat on the couch, her long legs stretched out as she tried to corral Daisy. “C’mere, munchkin!” she called, laughing when Daisy climbed up onto her lap with a dramatic sigh.

You grabbed the bowl of popcorn and settled in on the other side of the couch, the warm weight of the evening wrapping around the three of you like a blanket. Alessia leaned in slightly, close enough that your arms brushed, and Daisy nestled herself between you both, already giggling at something on the screen.

As the movie started, Daisy squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable between you and Alessia. “What’s this one called again?” she asked, her wide eyes flicking between you both.

“It’s Moana, remember?” Alessia answered, gently brushing a strand of Daisy’s hair out of her face. “We’ve watched it, like, ten times already.”

Daisy giggled, snuggling closer to Alessia. “Oh yeah! I like when she sings. You know, like this—” She cleared her throat dramatically before belting out, “I am Moana!” with as much enthusiasm as her little lungs could muster.

Alessia laughed, looking over at you with that familiar playful smile. “She’s a natural, don’t you think?”

You grinned, nodding. “Definitely. We might have a future superstar on our hands.”

Daisy giggled. “I’m gonna be just like Moana when I grow up. Right, Lessi?”

Alessia leaned down, her eyes twinkling as she whispered conspiratorially, “I think you’re already cooler than Moana.”

Daisy’s face lit up. “Really?”

“Really,” Alessia said with a wink. “Moana’s brave, but I bet she couldn’t dribble a football like you.”

Daisy giggled, delighted by the compliment. “You’re right! I’m better!” Then, after a moment, she asked, “Can we play football tomorrow? You can show me more tricks?”

“Of course,” Alessia replied, her voice soft. “I’ll teach you anything you want. You’re gonna be a pro in no time.”

Daisy seemed to consider this for a moment, then added, “And after football, can we have ice cream?”

Alessia glanced at you, raising an eyebrow as if asking for permission. You shrugged, smiling. “If you both behave.”

“Yessss!” Daisy pumped her fist, clearly excited about tomorrow’s plans.

As the movie continued, Daisy asked a hundred questions, as usual. “Why is the ocean magic? Can we go to the ocean tomorrow too?” she asked, leaning back against Alessia.

Alessia smiled, amused by Daisy’s endless curiosity. “We’ll have to see how far we can get after football and ice cream. It might be a bit too cold for the ocean though, we might have to stick to swimming.”

“Yay!” Daisy cheered, then turned to you. “Mummy, can we bring Lessi to swimming lessons with us?”

You exchanged a glance with Alessia, feeling your heart warm at how easily Daisy wove her into your lives. “Of course, we can, Dais.”

With that, Daisy seemed satisfied, and her questions quieted down as she nestled into Alessia’s side. Alessia wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close, and shot you a soft, affectionate smile.

“Guess I’m stuck with you two, huh?” she whispered teasingly.

You chuckled, nudging her gently. “You know you love it.”

“I really do,” she murmured, her voice so quiet you almost missed it, but the warmth in her eyes said enough.

You noticed how effortlessly Alessia fit into your life. She wasn’t just a guest here; she belonged. The way she held Daisy’s hand when a particularly suspenseful scene came on, or how she absentmindedly passed you the popcorn—every movement, every glance, felt like home.

Daisy, always the chatterbox, kept turning to ask questions about the movie, and Alessia, ever patient, answered each one as though it was the most important thing in the world. It was moments like this that made your heart swell.

Halfway through the movie, Daisy had curled up against Alessia’s chest, her eyes drooping with sleep. Alessia shifted slightly, careful not to wake her, and you caught the soft look in her eyes as she glanced down at Daisy. There was so much love in that look, so much tenderness that it made your breath catch.

You had become something of an old married couple, without ever defining what “you” were. There were stolen glances, playful touches, and inside jokes that only the two of you understood. You were always together, practically inseparable, and people around you began to notice.

Some of Alessia’s friends had caught on—Lotte had met you early on and was one of the few who knew the whole story. But others had only heard bits and pieces about a girl Alessia had met. She never mentioned your name or Daisy.

It was a Thursday night when Alessia brought some of her teammates to the pub. You didn’t know at first, of course. You were busy behind the bar, moving from one customer to the next, keeping up with orders. But when you glanced up, there they were, a group of them gathered at a table near the back. Alessia sat with them, looking slightly nervous, which wasn’t like her.

You could see her teammates chatting away, curious glances occasionally directed toward you. You wondered what she’d told them, if anything. Lotte caught your eye and waved, but the others didn’t seem to recognize you.

As the night went on, Alessia seemed more on edge. You noticed it in the way her eyes kept darting toward the bar, like she was checking on you. Then it happened. A man, one of the regulars you weren’t too fond of, had sidled up next to you at the bar, clearly a little too drunk. He’d been making comments all night, none of which sat well with you, but you’d brushed them off, used to dealing with that kind of thing. But when he reached out and touched your arm, something in the air shifted.

Before you could even react, Alessia was out of her seat. The sound of her voice, usually so soft, was sharp and commanding as she stormed over, eyes blazing.

“Get your hands off her,” she practically growled, her voice louder than you’d ever heard it.

The pub went silent. Everyone turned to watch as Alessia squared up to the man, her entire demeanour transformed. The sweet, gentle Alessia you knew was gone, replaced by someone fiercely protective, someone who wasn’t going to let anyone cross a line with you.

The man, clearly startled by her sudden outburst, backed off quickly, muttering an apology before slinking away. Alessia stood there for a moment, chest heaving, as if even she couldn’t believe what had just happened. Her teammates were wide-eyed, jaws practically on the floor. They had never seen her like that before.

When Alessia finally turned back to you, her expression softened instantly, concerned replacing the anger that had flared up moments before. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost tentative.

You nodded, still a little shocked yourself. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Alessia took a breath, running a hand through her hair as her teammates approached, clearly wanting answers. Lotte had a knowing smile on her face, but the others looked confused and curious.

“Everything okay?” Beth asked, glancing between the two of you.

Alessia hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Yeah, it’s fine. Just… protecting what’s important.”

It was then that she turned to introduce you properly to the team. “This is her,” Alessia said, her voice softer again, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “This is who I’ve been telling you about.”

You smiled awkwardly as the girls greeted you, and slowly the tension eased. They asked questions, mostly about how long you’d known each other, and how you met. But eventually, the conversation shifted to Daisy, and the smiles around the table grew warmer when they learned about your little girl.

By the end of the night, you weren’t just a mystery anymore. You were a part of Alessia’s world, just like she was a part of yours.

A few weeks had passed since the incident at the pub. Alessia had returned to her usual self, although there was a noticeable change in the way her teammates interacted with you now—warmer, more knowing. It felt like they saw you not just as a friend of Alessia’s, but as someone who was clearly important to her.

You hadn’t brought up what had happened, not wanting to make a big deal out of it, but it lingered in the back of your mind. Alessia’s protectiveness, her intensity that night—it had stirred something deep within you. You knew there was more to your relationship than just friendship, but neither of you had ever found the right moment to say it out loud.

That was, until one evening.

Alessia had just come back from training, and you were at home, tidying up after dinner with Daisy. The door swung open, and she stepped in, looking slightly flustered. Her hair was still damp from a quick post-training shower.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, turning toward her, sensing that something was on her mind.

She hesitated for a second before crossing the room in a few strides, stopping right in front of you. Her hands reached out, resting gently on your hands, and she took a deep breath.

“I need to ask you something,” she said, her voice steady but laced with a hint of nerves.

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden seriousness. “Okay…”

Alessia bit her lip, “The girls—they’ve been telling me to just… say something. To stop being scared. And they’re right. I can’t keep pretending like this isn’t real.”

Your heart started to race. You had a feeling where this was going, but you didn’t dare assume.

“I love you,” she finally said, the words spilling out all at once. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time now, and I know you probably already know that, but I just… I needed to say it. I don’t want to be just friends anymore. I want to be with you, for real.”

Your breath caught in your throat as the weight of her words settled over you. For a moment, you couldn’t speak, too overwhelmed by the flood of emotions.

“Alessia…” you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes as you took in the sincerity in her expression.

She squeezed your hands gently as if to steady herself. “So, will you be my girlfriend? Officially?”

A smile broke across your face, and you nodded, barely able to get the words out. “Yes. Yes, of course, I will.”

Before you could say anything else, Alessia pulled you into a kiss. Her hand rested on the small of your back as the kiss deepened. It was something you’d been craving for a long time.

When you finally pulled back, Alessia was smiling “I can’t believe it took me this long,” she murmured.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Honestly, I was waiting for you to figure it out. I was too scared.”

Alessia laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Well, I’m glad I finally did.”

Just then, a sleepy voice from the doorway interrupted the moment.

“Mummy? Lessi? What’s happening?” Daisy rubbed her eyes, clearly having woken up from a nap.

Alessia crouched down to Daisy’s level, her smile widening. “Guess what, Daisy? Your mum and I… we’re officially together now.”

Daisy blinked, processing the information. Then, with a huge grin, she ran over and hugged Alessia around the neck. “Yay! Does that mean we can be a family now?”

You exchanged a tender look with Alessia before nodding. “Yeah, Dais. We already are a family.”

#lvnleah #awfc #alessia russo fluff #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo

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sudag-o · 4 months ago

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PERHUMTAS DO DIA :3 (interativa agora uii)

hoji nao fui pra iscola hieheeuhjhihei

1- quais são suas comidas favoritas?

2- agr imagine q essas comidas estão brigando entre si, na roleta, bote o nome dessas comidas lá e gire a roleta q irá definir qm ganhou a luta B)

3- oq faria se ganhasse um presente agora?

4- quem são mais gay Restart ou Cine?

5- oq achou do presente? :3

6- como foi seu casamento com o onceler q o padre ela o pelanza? comta tudo

7- quais seriam as 3 palavras q definiriam essa imagem pra vose?

8- quais suas músicas favoritas da Restart?

9- vose.. vose ..... apoiaria eu cantar alguma música de restart no karaokê do discord? o__o

10- oq vose acha q eu faço na escola? :v

iscuta essa música e oq vose achou e se desenha com as paletas do álbum :D

risos risos risos ki legau joguinhos VC. ESTA FALTANDO AULA ??!??! COISA FEIA

comida - eu sou xato pra comida ××××× se apomtassem uma arma p mnha cabesa agora e me obrigassem a escolher eu diria BOLO. PÃO. SUSHI. PEIXE. DOCES. ( detalhe : bolo e pao sao qse a mesma coisa assim como sushi e peixe bruhhhhh )

roleta -

PÃO WINS CONFETE COLORIDO VOLUME DO CELULAR EEEEE

presente - eu daria pulos D alegria no caso DESSE PRESEMT Eeu dei pulos di susto pemsei qe teria uma bomba de tao bem embrulhado qe foi veio ate um helicoptero m entregar 0.o

gay - CINEEEEEE =/ esse Wowowo OOOHHH nao ingana ninguem

olhianso essa image podemos notar que a restart tem uma aura bem mais intimidadora e vibrante em comparasao a cine q usa CORES CLARINHAS . SAO UM GRUPINHO DE GUEIS NUMA CASINHA DE RIKO PERTO DA PISCINA. NEM TEM MULHERES AI OS GAYS VAO FICAR PELADOS NA PISCINA SOZINHOS EH ? SAI DESSA PIÁ.... '_'

enqnto isto a restart esta num corredor bem misterioso so esperando a gatinha aparecer pra tacar um bejo nela ela nao pode fugir desses belos rapazes serios e de postura reta

presente 2 - POR QE A PERGUNTA SOBRE OQ EU AXEI DO PRESENTE VEIO DEPOIS DA DO RESTART ISTO AI TA FORA D ORDEM

casamento - foi meio stranho o pelanza tava temtando nao xorae por eu ter abandonado ele e o onceler tava tipo Com lisensa ? Está é a minha noiva eu nao to te pagando pra dar em cima dela e eu tava tipo*facepalm* pelanza voce é legau eu te convidei por ser a 2nda pessoa q mais confio aí ele nao qeria ser o 2ndo ele qrria ser o primeiro ai ele xorou mais ainda ficou um bagulho meio crepusculo ele queria dansar comigo mas eu tava me casando com o onceler ai numa hora eles comesaro a discutir mas os dois sao muinto viado pra conseguir se bater entao acabou que eu separei a briga fzndo cara de coitado e eles se sentiram mal eresolversm se comporta. No fim eu dei metade de um bolo de 3kg pro pelanza de brinde pra ele nao si sentie tao mal e leva pra casa p afoga as magoas emos dele

3 palavras - Vulgar. Espalhafatoso. Irrealista.

RESTART - OKEEEEEI...

A musica mais inteligentejah feita ela eh peak PEAK ja foi meu user do twt de tamto q eu amo ela ELA EH sumave. A LETRA DELA E A FRENTE DO TEMPO QM FOI O NERD Q ISCREVEU ISO??!??!?!? SUPER KAWAI :3

PRECISO QUE TODO MUNDO EXPERIENCIE A VERSÃO AO VIVO HAPPY ROCK SUNDAY DESSA MUSICA

Lindahs.... ;-;

KARAOKE - SEMPRE!!!!! DEFINITIVAMENTE!!!! EU CANTARIA TAMBEM

escola - BOXTA nenhuma sinseramente imagino vose olhando pra parede temdo pensamentos pensantes sobre oq ta acontecendo na sala a cada segundo ai se passam 5h e as vezes vose desenha mas tipo bem poco

musica - ohemgee meu pai tah no meu top 50 do lastfm ;o os instrumentais grudam muinto na cabesa eu goxto

desenho em breve BYE!!!

#🎲 ⠀⸮ askez gre out!﹖ ︖ ⁇ ¿ ‽ ？

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willisus · 4 months ago

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suggestive content below!

the bed creaked again.

another day, another creaking from the once warm oasis of love you used to pick out with your husband. it shouldn't creak - the salesperson gave you his soul on the bed's durability. but then again, when tears fell freely on your face as you clutched yourself in the bathroom, did you ever notice it was just a tactic to sell you some subpar bedframe?

that, when you laid your head on the overpriced memory foam your husband once told you to get ("my neck hurts nowadays." he whined once, and you so gracefully spent $120.), do you ever see the smile he gave you on the alter? that "forever" you gave to him like a light whisper to the gods as you peered into his eyes. did he sleep next to you, the warmth from his smile more radiant than the sun? or did he run away to pluck the flowers you awed in passing to another woman?

that, when you cover yourself with the soft duvet he bought from his childhood house that now no longer smell like him, do you feel the sobs he left on emotional movies he once shared with you? the one where both of you sat on the bed, popcorn spawled all over the bedding as your vision pinned to the small laptop.

("it's okay, sugu. she's a legend now." you comforted him. you could barely contain your chuckle at his rare display of emotions over laika the dog. how his tears followed with quiet, depressed sobs.

"it's okay.")

or that, on a deeper level, can you ever feel the love that once lingered in this room? does your body remember the way he kissed you, the way his body once sang praises upon close impact? when clothes were thrown away on the same cold floor so carelessly, your lips connected in a fervour of a lifetime. his hands would be hugging you, his legs interwoven with yours as spent body slept soundly on the bed.

(the bed creaked. amidst the hazy pleasure, you looked up at the headboard. creak, creak, snap! with each thrust, suguru smiled wickedly down at your tear-stricken face.

"seems like our neighbours would have a new sound to complain about.")

what a wishful thinking, my dear. let your tears that once carried pure happiness and ecstasy be soaked up by the pillow you slept on, your body be comforted by the heavy duvet that seemed to cage you in from reality. let yourself be one with the coldness of the room.

for you know, suguru was your husband, but no longer yours.

despair comes in the form of cheating suguru for you, but it's curved + cheat sheetS-allowed (with emphasis on the ESS) physics course for me. fuck me dude why did i choose engineering.

#sussysus!#sussywrites!#getou suguru x reader #suguru x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto #jujutsu geto #geto #suguru #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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mariapaulaaah · 4 months ago

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Akemi knew that Colten was still suspicious, but she had come this far! She couldn't give up now! Together they entered the small cabin where Don was already waiting for them.

Akemi: I can't believe my grandfather told you about me.

Don: Oh, old Brent couldn't talk about anything else when we talked on the phone, he seemed to have swallowed a record player.

Akemi: That's just like him laughing softly So… Mr. Gooseman, you know Chestnut like no one else. Are there any wild horses in the area?

Don: As the city grew, they were decreasing, but there are still some groups in this neighborhood. They're just very rare to find.

Akemi: Do they have a leader?

Before the conversation could continue, Colten, who was increasingly worried about his girlfriend, got up from the couch, drawing all the attention to himself.

Colten: It was a great pleasure meeting you, Mr. Gooseman, but we have to go. The road is full of curves and we don't know the area well, I don't want to risk crossing paths with wolves.

Don: That's for sure, kid. Coyotes are a danger around here, too. Have a safe trip.

Akemi: But we just got here… starts coughing a little

Colten: We're leaving now, Akemi.

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Akemi sabia que Colten ainda estava desconfiado, mas ela tinha chego tão longe! Não poderia desistir agora! Juntos entraram na pequena cabana onde Don já os esperava.

Akemi: Não acredito que meu avô falou de mim pra você.

Don: Ah o velho Brent não falava de outra coisa quando conversamos por telefone, parecia ter engolido uma vitrola.

Akemi: É bem a cara dele *rindo baixo * Então… Senhor Gooseman, você conhece Chestnut como ninguém, existem cavalos selvagens pela região?

Don: Com o crescimento da cidade, eles foram diminuindo, mas ainda tem alguns grupos por esse bairro. Só são muito raros de encontrar.

Akemi: Eles teriam um líder?

Antes que a conversa seguisse, Colten que estava cada vez mais preocupado com a namorada, se ergueu do sofá, atraindo toda a atenção para si.

Colten: Foi um prazer imenso conhece-lo, Senhor Gooseman, mas nós temos que ir. O caminho é cheio de curvas e não conhecemos bem a região, não quero arriscar cruzar com lobos.

Don: É melhor mesmo, rapaz. Os coiotes também são um perigo por aqui. Façam uma boa viagem.

Akemi: Mas nós acabamos de chegar… *começa a tossir um pouco*

Colten: Nós vamos embora agora, Akemi.

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auroraescritora · 2 months ago

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Serviço Mandatório (Mandatory Service) [bi-lingual] #Dom!Nico #Sub!Percy #role reversal - Parte III

Post Biligue! Versão em Português na segunda parte!

Post Biligue! Portuguese version in part two!

Privious Chapters (Capítulos anteriores): [I] [II]

Hi, how are you? Welcome to another chapter.

So, the last few chapters have had a lot of information about practices in general, right? When I was writing the story in 2020, that was my goal, something fetishized and fun, and at the same time, something that informed what a D/s relationship is really about. I used to see abusive relationships masked as sub/dom that made me decide to write something like this. In short, this story is pure smutt+sex education! srsrr I hope you're having as much fun as I am.

If you want to read it in a more organized way, this story is on AO3 and Patreon. On AO3, it's the same version as here. On Patreon, it's the same version but in original form (same story, but different names). I also have an old version on SpiritFanfics.

Now, let's get going! Have fun. This is chapter VII.

Oii, como vai? Sejam bem-vindos a mais um capítulo.

Então, nos ultimos capítulos tem tido bastante informações sobre as praticas no geral, não? Quando eu estava escrevendo a história em 2020, esse era meu objetivo, algo fetichizado e divertido, e ao mesmo tempo, algo que informasse o que uma relação D/s realmente se trata. Eu costuma ver por aí relações abusivas mascaradas sub/dom que me fez decidir escrever algo assim. Resumindo, essa história é puramente smutt+educação sexual! srsrr Espero que vocês estejam se divertindo tanto quanto eu estou.

Se você quiser ler de forma mais organizada, esse história está no AO3 e Patreon. No AO3, é a mesma versão que está aqui. No Patreon, é a mesma versão porém em forma de original (Mesma história, mas nomes diferentes). Tenho uma versão antiga no SpiritFanfics também.

Agora, vamos a leitura! Boa diversão. Esse é o capítulo VII.

Part VII

I held Percy close to me and only released my arms when I heard those little sobs slow down, until they were gone, leaving red marks on Percy's face where his tears had previously spilled.

No, that wasn't right. I had to do something to change that.

“Hmmm, baby, we forgot your collar.” I murmured against Percy’s neck, relaxing against the wall of the tub, feeling light and loose. I touched his bare neck where the skin met the leather and traced the outline, eliciting a shiver from Percy, him shifting gently against me. “Can I, baby?”

Percy gasped and pressed himself fully against my chest, somehow fitting perfectly against me.

“Yes, Dom.” His voice was so irreverent that, again, I felt like he was giving me permission to do much more than just take off a collar.

I covered Percy's neck with my hands and found the bundle, opening it and taking off the collar, throwing it away somewhere on the wet ground.

"Much better this way, don't you think?"I whispered in his ear, very close and very softly, gently kissing the place revealed to me and circling it with my fingers, imitating what the collar did, holding him in a tight but comfortable grip. I rubbed my nose on the back of his neck and inhaled his scent, soap, roses and something woody, something that reminded me only of him and no one else.

I heard a moan and didn't hesitate. I wrapped my arms around his thin waist and felt his broad shoulders fit even tighter against mine, while I continued kissing his soft, wet skin, nibbling the spot, watching his spine curve.

I smiled and hugged him tighter, leaving behind the sad moment and bringing to the surface only pleasure, sighs and moans.

"I meant it when I said you can talk to me. Always.”

“I…” Percy gasped, his head thrown back, still sighing. “…I’ll try.”

"That's all I ask." I confessed, without thinking much and without difficulty.

Usually just having to say something personal to someone made me uncomfortable. But not with Percy, not when I got the same and even more back. I sighed and rested my chin on his shoulder, turned his head towards me and pressed our lips together, brushing them for a long time.

"I know it's not easy..." I kissed him again, slowly and insistently, until any resistance that might have existed disappeared.

His hands went up and around my neck and his lips opened, finding my tongue, stroking it, sucking it, moving slightly between my legs, gasping into the kiss.

"Maybe, we…”

"Hmm?" He murmured, opening his eyes.

"We should establish some rules.

"Like what?" Percy muttered.

Percy sat up and turned to face me, crawling between my legs, sitting on my lap. I felt myself sinking, almost drowning, but his legs were around me and his chest against mine, his lips brushing against mine again; my neck, my chin, my cheekbones and then my lips, caressing them slowly.

I grabbed him by the hair and sat down on the tub, putting us in the perfect position, me and him almost at the same height. I searched his eyes and didn't let up until he looked at me, his attention completely on what I was saying.

"How should I behave outside of here? With Roberta? I don't want to make anyone assume anything.”

Percy bit his lips and hugged me around the neck, still staring at me.

"You are my Dom.”

"Yes.”

"You have the control.”

"Yes.”

"So…" Percy stopped in the middle of his speech and shrugged."You should dominate me.”

"What if I don't want to?”

It was at this moment that Percy raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Okay… I guess.”

"Is that okay? Roberta is going to ask you to get on your knees and do something sexual in front of her. Don't you mind?”

"We already did that.”

"It was different. You were following her orders.”

"What's the difference now?" Percy asked, confused.

"You are my submissive. I don't want to see you kneeling for other people.”

"Oh." Percy muttered, even more surprised. "I can do that.”

"How long can you? As long as you're with me, I don't want anyone touching you, giving you orders, or dominating you. Does that sound like an acceptable arrangement?”

"Really? No one has asked me that before.”

"Asked what?”

"Dominants often lend their submissives to other people. Submissives rarely refuse. It is quite common.”

"I don't care about other submissives, I'm talking to you.”

"I… I don't mind. I mean, it's not something I like to do.”

"Is that a yes or a no?”

“I accept your terms, Dom,” Percy said solemnly. “But if anyone takes an interest in me and sees that I’m not wearing a collar, it would be rude to tell them not to touch me.”

"They won't.”

"How can you be sure?”

"Trust me, baby. No one would dare. They know what's best for them.”

Percy looked at me a little confused, tilting his head, but nodded, ending the subject with a soft kiss against my lips.

"I will do whatever my master tells me to do.”

I smiled in satisfaction and grabbed him by the hair again.

"My submissive is so obedient that he deserves a reward.”

“What is it?” Percy asked excitedly. He sat up straighter and rubbed his ass against my groin.

I stuck my hand in the water and guided it between Percy's legs. He moaned and wiggled on top of me until my fingers entered him, sliding in easily.

"And if my submissive behaves today, maybe he'll get a surprise.”

"Yes!" Percy moaned and squeezed me tightly by the neck, kissing me again as if his life depended on it.

I smiled into the kiss and let him have his fun, we would see what would happen until then.

***

"The pleasure of the dominant is the pleasure of the submissive." Roberta told us as soon as Percy and I sat down.

With some luck, we managed to finish showering and getting dressed, but before that I had to drag Percy out of the bathroom and then out of the house. Now, we were back in the institute's main building, but this time, in another room; a more spacious one, with walls painted in a light gray tone, several cabinets leaning against the wall at the bottom, while at the top, some objects were hanging, looking like they came out of a low-grade torture film, sounding more familiar to me than I would like to admit.

Had I mentioned about some kind of metal chains mixed with leather hanging from the ceiling of the room, and that I knew perfectly well what they were there for? All of this was starting to turn my stomach. I took a deep breath and focused on Roberta, smiling when she stopped in front of me, catching me red-handed. I hadn't heard half of what she said.

"There are many things in life that bring us pleasure." She continued. "A perfectly roasted chicken. Unicorns. Glitter. Getting an A+. Literally, the list goes on forever.”

Roberta fixed me with a look, wordlessly reprimanding me one last time, and continued walking around the room. I took advantage of the moment and turned to Percy, whispering very softly in his ear, gently holding him by the back of the neck:

"What is she talking about?”

Percy smiled happily and leaned towards me, his beautiful smile stretching to his eyes.

"The pleasure of my Dom gives me pleasure." Percy replied, looking like he had memorized a text. I looked at his face and he kind of… looked happy. Like, really ecstatic, like being here was the only place he wanted to be.

"How?”

"When…" Percy bit his lip and closed his eyes, continuing to speak. "...when it's just you and me, when you let me touch you, when you're inside me. I feel… unique, the closeness, the intimacy, it warms my heart and makes me want to do anything just to have a little more of that feeling.”

"What feeling?" I whispered, knowing exactly what Percy meant, just wanting to hear his voice, it getting more breathless with each word.

"The feeling of being complete and safe.”

"And sex?" I wanted to know, more interested in Percy than Roberta.

"Sex… pleasure in sex is not the only form of pleasure.”

"Seriously? Then why did you scream so loud last night? I must not have done it right.”

Percy gasped quietly against my shoulder, and looked up at me, biting his lip and blinking slowly. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, trying to apologize without saying anything. He smiled back at me, but we remained in the same position, with him practically on my lap.

"What do you like the most about these times?" I asked, as if nothing had happened.

"Affection and attention. But if you fuck me hard and fast… like yesterday, I like it a lot. Really a lot.”

"Hm." I said, understanding everything.

It seemed like I was on the right path.

"Ah-ham.”

I heard a clearing of the throat and saw that Roberta was once again in front of me, now with a mocking smile on her face.

"Gentlemen, it's not the time for that yet. If you could…" Roberta made a separating gesture with her hands and I looked at us. I was kind of… holding Percy tighter than I intended by the neck and had my other hand around his waist, pulling him closer to me. Percy was breathing fast and had such an adorable reddish hue on his face that I wanted to hold him just a little tighter to see what would happen.

Roberta cleared her throat again and said:

"While I 'm glad you're learning, let's continue. Let's go over the basics of BDSM. Safe, Sane, and Consensual.”

"Isn’t that kind of obvious?" I asked, finally hearing something interesting.

"No." Roberta said, all excited. "According to research dating back to before the 90s, some people were using this practice to abuse other people. To prevent this, the famous slogan was created, which actually came from an event - and was even carried on a 6-meter-wide banner at a march for gay and lesbian rights in Washington. This slogan had been appearing on shirts since the event in 1987 and its popularity spread in ways never imagined and, over time, this began to generate a commotion due to the confusion generated by the association of "safe" with "risk-free", weakening the message.

In 1999, Gary Switch proposed a new term on an online forum, aiming to more accurately portray the type of "gambling" practiced by many. Pointing out the fact that nothing is 100% safe, not even crossing the street, as in both, risk is an essential part of the fun.”

"So…?" I said, feeling relieved. I knew nothing was without risks, but just the fact that people were discussing this in the Americas gave me peace of mind.

"This risk is minimized through study, training, technique and practice.”

"Study?" I asked, turning to Percy who just nodded, agreeing, with a little smile on his face that seemed to be amused.

It felt like I was back in school. Hades would be so proud…

"Are you laughing at my face?”

“Just a little?” Percy said, his beautiful smile widening even more. “It’ll be fun to watch you try.”

"Ah!" I gasped and put my hand over my heart, pretending to faint. "Do you know what you deserve?”

Percy made a surprised face, putting his hands up as if in surrender, and I didn't miss that opportunity. I put my hands on his waist and started tickling him, on his abdomen, belly and up his chest until I reached his shoulders, going back down. Percy squirmed all over and laughed like I had never seen. Beautiful, so beautiful that--

Another clearing of a throat was heard and I turned to Roberta, now she had a sweet, almost maternal smile in our direction.

"As I was saying, there are risks, as with anything in life, so some terms have been defined regarding what safety, sanity and consensuality are. Perversion, which was used to refer to abuse, has become a synonym for: “Depravity, DEVIATION FROM BEHAVIOR CONSIDERED NORMAL.” That is, for a long time, BDSM was considered something outside the norm and purely fetishistic. So, those who practiced it were considered perverse or depraved, in the worst sense of the word. There are also other terms that I would like you to take a look at in the book I gave you.”

"Yeah, okay, I get it. Things have changed. But how does that apply to us?”

"Nico, it's important to know our bases so that there are no misunderstandings in the future.”

"What kind?”

"Well, not all practitioners are interested in domination or submission. Some are masochists and others just like to observe, the voyeurs. Our job is to make an effort to know as much as possible about what will be done. We need to be aware of the risks. Always have the consent of the other party and make sure that they are also aware of the risks. This is the "spirit" of RACK, risk-aware consensual kink , which means "awareness of risk in consensual sexual fantasies". There is no "this is safe and this is not", but rather "this is less safe than that."

“The question is, is everyone aware of what’s going to happen?" I asked, beginning to understand.

"It’s more than that. It’s about knowing what role each person will have, what kind of relationship you want to have? Master and servant? Dom and sub? Baby and daddy? Limits, of course, limits are essential. It’s more important to know what the hard limits are, what the individual will never do. But it’s also interesting to know about the soft limits, which may or may not be something that makes one of the participants uncomfortable, and the demanding limits too, which are things that both of them didn’t participate in if they weren’t included.”

"How?”

"Simple, our Percy here won't participate in a scene if there's no affection and care. And he'll never go near blood play or sharp objects. He also hates people hitting him in the face. Affection is a demanding limit, blood play, a hard limit.”

"And the soft one?”

"Breathplay." Percy said, rubbing one leg against the other, still practically in my lap.

And if I stopped to think about it, that was what I had done just a few minutes ago without even realizing it.

"If the soft limit appears, what should I do?”

"This is where the safety word appears. It can be a word chosen in advance by the participants or it can be the color system: green, yellow and red. Continue, pause and stop. When communication is not possible, signals will be necessary. A touch on some part of the body or having an object that makes noise.”

When I said nothing, Roberta continued:

"Any questions so far?”

“Is all this necessary?" I asked, my head spinning with so many things to think about. I mean, I knew about these things. I had learned them after leaving Italy, but thinking about practicing them was another thing.

How could anyone focus on sex when they had to remember all of this?

Now I understood why Percy preferred to be a sub, he just needed to stay there, follow orders and feel.

"Not at first. But as time goes by, things and situations change.”

"It's true." Percy said, his head on my shoulders, his fingers running up and down my arm, I didn't even realize it until that moment. "At first it was just following orders or bondage, then... yeah, they were necessary. Sometimes I forgot that I could ask to stop and other times I lost track of what was happening until the Dom asked me to speak.”

"This is called sub-space. The submissive becomes so immersed in sensations that he or she may end up feeling overwhelmed and unable to communicate.”

"Yeah, I know. And what about the Dom?”

"It does happen. The trick is to adapt. When it happens, stop the session carefully and slowly. Talking after the scene is very important, that's when the aftercare comes in. Ask how the sub feels and do your best to give him what he needs, whether it's hugs, kisses or time to recover. If it's a positive emotion, extend this period of sub-space slowly in the next sessions. You must judge when it's enough. If it happens to the Dom, it depends on his state. If the Dom doesn't have a violent nature, there's no reason to stop, as long as the sub is safe, go ahead. Do what you feel is best.”

"What if… I judge it wrong?" It had happened before.

"That's part of the dynamic. Nobody is perfect and we all accept that accidents happen. What's important is the motivation behind your actions.”

Ha! Easy for her to say. But me? I, Nico di Angelo, don't feel comfortable with the possibility of hurting Percy in any way. That was why I had fled Italy, after all, I didn't like the idea of being responsible for someone else's safety.

"Nico, I know it's strange to think of something bad happening. Guilt is part of the process of being a dominant. It's so that you realize that it's no one's fault and that we shouldn't punish ourselves, especially if it wasn't our intention. This takes time. Go slowly, pay attention to your sub and have fun, because in the end, that's the most important thing. And if at the end of your time with us you don't want to or don't like how things are done, you'll be released.”

"Will I?”

"Yes. As I said, no one here is a prisoner”.

"I thought that was for submissives.”

"I may have overreacted. Some dominators have tendencies that are better dealt with sooner rather than later, you know?”

“Those who bring bad reputation to the community?" I asked, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"I'm glad you understand. Now, enough talking. Let's go to our first group practice!”

***

"As I said before, the pleasure of the dominant is the pleasure of the submissive." Roberta said, gesturing for Percy to stand up. "It is established that there is a hierarchy and that submissives are below the dominants. This does not mean that there is no communication, but rather that the duty of the dom is to listen, decide and execute, while the duty of the submissive is to communicate, obey and subjugate. The type of dynamic that this relationship will follow depends solely on the participants, all I can do is suggest and guide until you find the perfect balance.”

Turning to Percy, Roberta said, “In position.”

I watched breathlessly as Percy stood up. He took off the clothes he was wearing, knelt at my feet, spread his legs and placed his hands behind his back with his head lowered in respect.

"Very good, as always." She ran her hands through Percy's hair and all I could think was… if he was my submissive, why did she keep touching what was mine?

"Where is your leash?" But Roberta didn't talk to Percy, she talked to me. Because, once a scene started, the submissive wasn't allowed to talk unless he was given permission. And if the sub was mine, it meant that everything Percy was and had also belonged to me. At least at that moment.

"I didn't bring it. I forgot." I shrugged, looking at her. After all, Percy wasn't a dog. Or maybe he was and I hadn't noticed?

"Nico, how many times do I have to tell you? Percy needs to have something that identifies him. Either he has a collar for submissives, or he has a bracelet that is for dominants. And speaking of which, why don't you have one?”

Because maybe I didn't even want to be here? Although I was starting to change my mind. Anyone would be convinced that being a dominator was the best thing in the world if someone so beautiful and so powerful wanted to be at your feet of their own free will. And that was why, and only why, I agreed to this whole spectacle.

"I don't have one yet and I promise I'll put Percy's on as soon as we get home." And just to prove how sincere I was, I wasn't even sarcastic, a first for me.

"Thank you very much. Back to the subject, this is the standard position for a submissive.”

"And the dominator? Don't we have one?" I asked, unable to contain my laughter. I always thought that was ridiculous.

"The dominant position is to always have in mind the physical, mental and emotional well-being of the submissive before our own desires and wishes. It is to take care of what is yours so as not to spoil, hurt or make them suffer. And I am not just talking about aftercare, it is our responsibility to do everything in our power to ensure that our submissive is always in the best possible condition. Therefore, it is a gift given to us, it is a reward from the submissive who judges us worthy and deserving of having control and possession over them.”

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry.”

I saw Percy shrug his shoulders in a hidden laugh, but he held his ground, while Roberta glared at me disapprovingly.

"You know what, I don't think there's any point in trying to talk to you. Let's get practical.”

"Practical? I think--”

"Percy." She called, her voice leaving no room for doubt. "Take off your Dom's pants.”

Percy slowly looked up at Roberta and then back at me, looking unsure.

"Ma'am, it looks like Nico--”

"He’s your Dom, not Nico. Now, do as you are commanded.”

"You'll forgive me, but he doesn't belong to you. So don't talk to him like that." And to show that I was willing to cooperate, I took off my own pants. I unbuttoned the button, lowered the zipper and pulled my pants down."Happy?”

"Not at all. I actually feel sorry for Percy." she said, not at all impressed.

"Don't listen to her, baby. Roberta doesn't know what she's talking about.”

Since Percy seemed anxious, I approached him and held his hair, massaging it.

"Are you okay?" I asked when Percy nodded and rested his head on my legs, seeming to calm down.

"That's not good." Roberta said.

"What is not good?”

"Percy taking orders from two dominators.”

"How about you stop, then?”

"Do you think you can do better than me?”

"Maybe, and if he chose me… you should ease up a little, don't you think?”

I saw Roberta's face turn completely sour, she moved away a little, and in fact, that helped to lighten the atmosphere. The problem was not having two dominants, but rather that Roberta was too conservative for a practice that should be anything but that.

"So, let's go. Let's get started.”

"Start what?”

"The scene.”

"You want us to have sex in front of you, is that it?”

"Yes." She smiled and sat down, making herself comfortable. "I need to assess whether you two are suitable for each other.”

"You mean, am I going to abuse him?”

"Percy's well-being comes before me or you.”

"You heard that, baby. Your well-being comes before mine. Do you agree with that?" I held the back of Percy's neck and Percy looked up, staring at me from behind his eyelashes. He had a small smile on his face. Something beautiful and sweet, that until now I had only seen when we were alone.

"Do you want it? Do you like it when I call you baby?" A blush spread across his face, but Percy nodded, rubbing his face against my thighs.

It seemed like that was a yes. I didn't really know what to do, but then Percy grabbed the back of my thighs and placed those red lips against my cock, which apparently was more interested than I expected. Yes, I watched without blinking as Percy stuck his tongue out and licked from the base and slowly upwards, wetting the way and stopping at the head, giving a soft suck before moving his lips back down the length until I was all wet.

"Baby, you're killing me here." I thought I whispered.

Percy gave me a happy little smile as he licked me, and moved up again, this time licking the head and enveloping me in his lips, sliding down until the entire head was inside his wet, warm mouth.

"Fuck!" Percy really was trying to kill me, wasn't he?

I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed Percy's hair and made him take my entire cock, slowly, inch by inch, until Percy had his nose buried in my hair, still looking at me, those big green eyes staring at me without blinking, now, wet.

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked breathlessly, and had a small crisis of conscience.

As soon as I saw what I had done, I pulled Percy by his hair and took him off my cock. Percy's face was completely red and he was breathing heavily, tears were streaming from his eyes, moaning as if he was cumming.

"Nico." Percy whimpered, annoyed. "I've waited so long for this moment…”

Amazed, I let go of Percy's hair and watched curiously to see what would happen. Percy crawled across the tile floor until he was glued to me again, and this time, without using his hands, he sucked the head of my cock and swallowed me at a speed that I could not do better myself.

I didn't know what was better, whether it was seeing my member disappearing into his mouth, over and over and over again, wet and tight, in complete heaven, or seeing Percy all bent over to be at the right height, him moving all over, with his hands under his lap, pressing them against his own thighs. Yes, there I could see his toes curling as if he were the one about to cum and his caged member all swollen and dripping. Then, when I looked back at his face, I saw complete adoration, focusing all his energy and attention on me, as if I were the most important thing in the entire universe.

I guess that was it. I sank my hands into his thick hair, forced his head down and came just like that, with him swallowing around my cock, his soft lips sealed around me, looking into his eyes, without making a peep or blinking, too shocked to do anything other than observe his beauty, at the exact moment Percy closed his eyes, as if enjoying the moment.

I let go of his hair and planted my feet on the floor as I felt my legs losing strength, I watched Percy lick my cock until everything was clean and shiny, he lingered on the now sensitive and reddish head, giving it one last delicious suck, looking small and content at my feet as if he was waiting for the next order.

"Thank you, Nico." Percy said happily and rested his head on my thighs once again.

Still kneeling and holding me by the waist, he continued to look at me, without blinking, seeming afraid to miss a single second. I mean, it's not like I was going to disappear or run away, and the worst thing was feeling strange, thinking that I was the one who should feel this way, because, personally, I had never felt the need to have someone at my feet, control them or parade them around as if they were a trophy to be displayed, and I swore, if Percy didn't get away from me soon, an accident could happen.

"Oh, how cute. First love." Roberta spoke again, standing up from where she sat, clapping her hands as she approached the two of us. The strange thing was to see that she actually seemed pleased. "I thought it would be much faster. Very good Di Ângelo.”

She walked towards the closet, opened it and took out a box.

"I believe this will help you on this path of discovery.”

I grudgingly accepted the gift and opened the box. Inside was a new collar, a leash, a bracelet, a vibrator, lubricant, nipple clamps, and a cock ring.

I was familiar with most of the things in the box, but I thought the clamps were a bit drastic. They were made of metal and looked heavy, connected by a metal chain and plastic rods, the rods looking just as heavy. And why would I need a cock ring? I didn't need to stay erect longer-- Stay erect longer. Maybe...?

"You don't want Percy to suffer from your lack of… vigor, do you?”

"What do you mean by that?”

"Exactly what I said. Nobody is made of iron and to satisfy a sub, inside a cage, twenty four hours a day locked up… why not help them get there?”

"Maybe." I said, refusing to agree.

"Nico, I know I may be old-school, but I'm here to help. I'll try to make this process go smoothly. Our next session is tomorrow afternoon, so please take a look at the first two chapters of the book and, if possible, read about Percy's limits. Bring something he likes for us to try out. Or, if you prefer, you can try something before you come tomorrow. And remember, we'll be watching.”

"Yeah, I know. You always are." I mumbled, annoyed. I asked Percy to hold the box while I pulled up my pants. Roberta was so helpful that I was beginning to think she wanted to keep Percy there for a few more months, or maybe forever.

Without a word, I offered Percy my hand, picked up his clothes from the floor, and led him out of the room under Roberta's watchful eye. One thing I knew, I would not parade around in anything that belonged to another Dom.

I was beginning to think I wouldn't survive the first week.

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Mantive Percy bem junto a mim e só o afrouxei meus braços quando ouvi aqueles pequenos soluços diminuírem, devagar, até que eles sumiram, deixando marcas vermelhas no rosto de Percy onde suas lágrimas tinham antes se derramado.

Não, isso não estava certo. Eu tinha que fazer algo para mudar isso.

— Hmmm, bebê, esquecemos da sua coleira. — Murmurei contra o pescoço de Percy, relaxando contra a parede da banheira, me sentindo leve e solto. Toquei no pescoço desnudo dele onde a pele encontrava o pedaço de couro e dedilhei o contorno, arrancando um arrepio de Percy, ele se remexendo suavemente contra mim. — Eu posso, querido?

Percy arfou e se encostou completamente em meu peito, de alguma forma se encaixando perfeitamente contra mim.

— Sim, Dom. — Sua voz era tão irreverente que, novamente, senti como se ele estivesse me dando permissão para muito mais do que simplesmente tirar uma coleira.

Cobri o pescoço de Percy com minhas mãos e encontrei o feixe, o abrindo e tirando a coleira, a jogando para longe em algum lugar do chão molhado.

— Bem melhor assim, você não acha? — Murmurei no ouvido dele, bem pertinho e bem baixinho, beijando suavemente o lugar revelado a mim e circulando com meus dedos, imitando o que a coleira fazia, o prendendo em um agarre justo, porém confortável. Rocei meu nariz em sua nuca e inspirei o cheiro dele, sabonete, rosas e algo amadeirado, algo que me fazia lembrar somente dele e de mais ninguém.

Escutei um gemido e não hesitei. Passei meus braços ao redor da cintura fina dele e senti seus ombros largos se encaixarem ainda mais contra os meus, enquanto continuava beijando sua pele macia e molhada, mordiscando o lugar, vendo sua coluna se curvar.

Sorri e o abracei mais apertado, deixando para trás o momento triste e trazendo à tona apenas prazer, suspiros e gemidos.

— Falei sério quando disse que você pode falar comigo. Sempre.

— Eu… — Percy ofegou com a cabeça jogada para trás, ainda suspirando. — … vou tentar.

— É só o que eu peço. — Confessei, sem pensar muito e sem dificuldade.

Geralmente só o fato de ter que dizer algo pessoal a alguém me deixava desconfortável. Mas não com Percy, não quando eu recebia o mesmo e até mais de volta. Suspirei e apoiei o queixo no ombro dele, virei sua cabeça em minha direção e encostei nossos lábios, os roçando longamente.

— Sei que não é fácil… — Voltei a beijá-lo, devagar e insistente, até que qualquer resistência que pudesse existir desaparecesse.

Suas mãos foram para cima e ao redor do meu pescoço e seus lábios se abriram, encontrando minha língua, a acariciando, chupando, se mexendo levemente entre minhas pernas, arfando dentro do beijo.

— Talvez, a gente…

— Hmm? — Ele murmurou, abrindo os olhos.

— A gente devia estabelecer algumas regras.

— Como o quê? — Percy murmurou.

Percy se sentou e se virou de frente para mim, engatinhando entre o meio das minhas pernas, se sentando no meu colo. Eu me sentia afundando, quase afogado, mas suas pernas estavam ao meu redor e seu peito contra o meu, seus lábios voltando a se roçar contra os meus; meu pescoço, meu queixo, as maçãs do meu rosto e então meus lábios, os acariciando devagar.

Eu o segurei pelos cabelos e me sentei na banheira, nos deixando na posição perfeita, eu e ele quase na mesma altura. Procurei por seus olhos e não desisti até que ele me encarou, sua atenção completa no que eu dizia.

— Como devo me comportar fora daqui? Com Roberta? Não quero fazer supor nada.

Percy mordeu os lábios e me abraçou pelo pescoço, ainda me encarando.

— Você é meu dominador.

— Sim.

— Você tem o controle.

— Sim.

— Então… — Percy parou no meio de sua fala e deu de ombros. — Você deve me dominar.

— E se eu não quiser?

Foi nesse momento que Percy levantou as sobrancelhas, surpreso.

— Tudo bem… eu acho.

— Tudo bem mesmo? Roberta vai pedir para você ficar de joelhos e fazer algo sexual na frente dela. Você não se importa?

— Nós já fizemos isso.

— Era diferente. Você estava seguindo as ordens dela.

— Qual a diferença agora? — Percy perguntou, confuso.

— Você é meu submisso. Não quero te ver se ajoelhando para outras pessoas.

— Oh. — Percy murmurou, mais surpreso ainda. — Eu posso fazer isso.

— Por quanto tempo você pode? Enquanto você estiver comigo, não quero ver ninguém te tocando, ninguém te dando ordens ou te dominando. Parece um acordo aceitável?

— De verdade? Ninguém me pediu isso antes.

— Como assim?

— Dominadores costumam emprestar seus submissos para outras pessoas. Raramente submissos se negam. É bem comum.

— Eu não quero saber sobre outros submissos, estou falando com você.

— Eu… eu não me importo. Quer dizer, não é algo que eu goste de fazer.

— Isso é um sim ou um não?

— Aceito seus termos, Dom. — Percy disse solenemente. — Mas se alguém se interessar em mim e ver que eu não uso uma coleira, seria rude falar para eles não tocarem em mim.

— Eles não vão.

— Como você pode ter certeza?

— Confie em mim, bebê. Ninguém teria coragem. Eles sabem o que é melhor para eles.

Percy me olhou meio confuso, entortando a cabeça, mas acenou, encerrando o assunto com um beijo suave contra meus lábios.

— Farei tudo o que meu dominador mandar.

Sorri satisfeito e o agarrei novamente pelos cabelos.

— Meu submisso é tão obediente que ele merece uma recompensa.

— Qual? — Percy perguntou animado. Ele se sentou mais ereto e roçou a bunda contra minha virilha.

Enfiei minha mão dentro da água e a guiei ao meio das pernas de Percy. Ele gemeu e rebolou em cima de mim até que meus dedos entraram dentro dele, deslizando facilmente.

— E se meu submisso se comportar hoje, talvez ele ganhe uma surpresa.

— Sim! — Percy gemeu e me apertou forte pelo pescoço, voltando a me beijar como se a vida dele dependesse disso.

Sorri no beijo e deixei ele se divertir, veríamos o que aconteceria até lá.

***

— O prazer do dominador é o prazer do submisso. — Roberta nos disse assim que eu e Percy nos sentamos.

Com alguma sorte, conseguimos terminar o banho e nos vestir, mas antes disso tive que arrastar Percy para fora do banheiro e então para fora da casa. Agora, estávamos novamente no prédio central do instituto, porém, dessa vez, em outra sala; uma mais espaçosa com paredes pintadas em um tom de cinza-claro, vários armários encostados contra a parede na parte de baixo, pois na de cima, alguns objetos eram pendurados, parecendo sair de um filme de tortura de baixo escalão, me soando mais familiar do que eu gostaria de admitir.

Eu havia dito que havia uns tipos de correntes de metal misturado com couro pendurados no teto do cômodo e que eu sabia perfeitamente para o que aquilo servia? Tudo isso começava a embrulhar meu estômago. Respirei fundo e me foquei em Roberta, sorrindo quando ela parou na minha frente, me pegando no flagra. Eu não tinha ouvido metade do que ela falava.

— Há muitas coisas na vida que nos trazem prazer. — Ela continuou. — Um frango perfeitamente assado. Unicórnios. Glitter. Obter um A +. Literalmente, a lista é eterna.

Roberta me fixou com um olhar, me repreendendo sem palavras uma última vez, e continuou andando pela sala. Aproveitei o momento e me virei para Percy, cochichei bem baixo no ouvido dele, o segurando suavemente pela nuca:

— O que ela está falando?

Percy sorriu todo feliz e se curvou em direção a mim, seu sorriso bonito se estendendo até seus olhos.

— O prazer do meu dom me dá prazer. — Percy respondeu, parecendo ter decorado um texto. Eu olhei para seu rosto e ele meio que… parecia feliz. Tipo, esfuziante, como se estar ali fosse o único lugar que ele desejasse estar.

— Como?

— Quando… — Percy mordeu os lábios e fechou os olhos, continuando a falar. — ...quando somos só eu e você, quando você me deixa te tocar, quando você está dentro de mim. Eu me sinto… único, a proximidade, a intimidade, esquenta meu coração e me faz querer fazer tudo só para ter mais um pouco dessa sensação.

— Qual sensação? — Sussurrei, sabendo exatamente o que Percy queria dizer, apenas querendo ouvir sua voz, ela ficando mais ofegante a cada palavra.

— A sensação de estar completo e seguro.

— E o sexo? — Eu quis saber, mais interessado em Percy do que em Roberta.

— Sexo… prazer no sexo não é a única forma de prazer.

— Sério? Então, por que você gritou tão alto noite passada? Eu não devo ter feito certo.

Percy arfou quieto e discretamente contra meu ombro, e olhou para mim, mordendo os lábios e piscando lentamente. Eu sorri e o beijei no rosto, tentando pedir desculpas sem dizer nada. Ele sorriu de volta para mim, mas nós continuamos na mesma posição, com ele praticamente no meu colo.

— O que você mais gosta nessas horas? — Perguntei, como se nada tivesse acontecido.

— Afeto e atenção. Mas se você me foder forte e rápido… como ontem, eu gosto muito. Muito mesmo.

— Hm. — Eu disse, entendendo tudo.

Parecia que eu estava no caminho certo.

— Ah-ham.

Ouvi um pigarro e vi que Roberta estava mais uma vez na minha frente, agora com um sorrisinho debochado no rosto.

— Senhores, ainda não é o momento para isso. Se vocês puderem… — Roberta fez um gesto de separação com as mãos e eu olhei para nós. Eu meio que… segurava Percy mais forte do que eu pretendia pelo pescoço e tinha a outra mão em volta da cintura dele, o puxando para perto de mim. Percy respirava rápido e tinha um tom avermelhado tão adorável no rosto que eu queria apertar só mais um pouco para ver o que acontecia.

Roberta pigarreou novamente e disse:

— Embora eu fique feliz que você esteja aprendendo, continuemos. Vamos às primeiras bases do BDSM. Seguro, São e Consensual.

— Isso não é meio óbvio? — Perguntei, finalmente ouvindo algo interessante.

— Não. — Roberta disse, toda animada. — De acordo com as pesquisas que datam desde antes da década de 90, algumas pessoas vinham usando essa prática para abusar de outras pessoas. Para evitar isso, surgiu o famoso slogan, que na verdade veio de um evento - sendo inclusive carregado em uma faixa de 6 metros de largura em uma passeata pelos direitos dos gays e lésbicas em Washington. Esse slogan vinha aparecendo em camisas desde o evento em 1987 e sua popularização se espalhou de maneira jamais imaginada e, com o tempo, isto começou a gerar uma comoção pela confusão gerada com a associação de "seguro" com "livre de riscos", enfraquecendo a mensagem.

Em 1999, Gary Switch propôs, em um fórum online, um novo termo, visando retratar, de maneira mais precisa, o tipo de "jogo" praticado por muitos. Apontando o fato de que nada é 100% seguro, nem sequer atravessar a rua, pois em ambos o risco é uma parte essencial da diversão.

— Então…? — Eu disse, me sentindo aliviado. Eu sabia que nada era sem riscos, mas só o fato das pessoas discutirem isso nas Américas já me dava paz de espírito.

— Esse risco é minimizado através do estudo, treino, técnica e prática.

— Estudo? — Perguntei, me virando para Percy que apenas balançou a cabeça, concordando, com um sorrisinho no rosto de quem parecia se divertir.

Parece que eu tinha voltado para a escola. Hades ficaria muito orgulhoso…

— Você está rindo da minha cara?

— Só um pouquinho? — Percy disse, seu lindo sorriso se abrindo mais ainda. — Vai ser divertido te ver tentar.

— Ah! — Eu arfei e coloquei a mão sob o coração, fingindo desmaiar. — Sabe o que você merece?

Percy fez uma cara de surpresa, colocando as mãos para cima se como se rendesse, e eu não perdi aquela oportunidade. Coloquei minhas mãos na cintura dele e comecei a fazer cócegas nele, em seu abdômen, barriga e subindo por seu peito até chegar em seus ombros, voltando para baixo. Percy se contorceu todo e gargalhou como eu nunca tinha visto. Lindo, tão lindo que--

Outro pigarro foi ouvido e eu me virei para Roberta, agora, ela tinha um sorriso doce, quase materno, em nossa direção.

— Como eu dizia, há riscos, como em qualquer coisa na vida, por isso foi definido alguns termos sobre o que se trata a segurança, sanidade e consensualidade. A perversão, que era usada para abuso, se tornou um sinônimo para: “Depravação, DESVIO DO COMPORTAMENTO CONSIDERADO NORMAL.” Isto é, durante muito tempo, o BDSM era considerado algo fora do padrão e puramente fetichista. Então, quem praticava era considerado perverso ou depravado, no pior sentido da palavra. Também há outros termos que eu gostaria que você desse uma olhada no livro que eu te dei.

— É, tudo bem, eu entendi. As coisas mudaram. Mas como isso se aplica a nós?

— Nico, é importante saber nossas bases para que no futuro não haja desentendimentos.

— De que tipo?

— Bem, nem todos os praticantes estão interessados em dominação ou submissão. Alguns são masoquistas e outros só gostam de observar, os voyeurs. Nosso trabalho é fazer um esforço para saber o máximo possível do que será feito. Precisamos estar atentos aos riscos. Sempre ter o consentimento da parte oposta e ter certeza que essa parte também está ciente dos riscos. Este é o "espírito" do RACK, risk-aware consensual kink, que significa "consciência de risco em fantasias sexuais consensuais". Não existe "isto é seguro e isto não é", mas sim "isto é menos seguro que aquilo".

— A questão é se todos estão cientes do que vai acontecer? — Perguntei, começando a entender.

— É mais do que isso. É saber qual papel cada um terá, que tipo de relacionamento você quer ter? Mestre e servo? Dom e sub? Bebê e papai? Limites, claro, limites são essenciais. É mais importante saber quais são os limites rígidos, aquilo que o indivíduo não faz de jeito nenhum. Mas também é interessante saber sobre os suaves, que podem ou não ser algo que coloca algum dos participantes em desconforto e os limites de exigências também, que são coisas que os dois não participaram se não estiverem incluídos.

— Como?

— Simples, nosso Percy aqui não participa de uma cena se não houver afeto e carinho. E ele jamais vai chegar perto de blood play ou objetos cortantes. Ele também odeia que batam no rosto dele. O afeto é limite de exigência, o blood play, limite rígido.

— E o suave?

— Breathplay. — Percy disse, esfregando uma perna na outra, ainda praticamente no meu colo.

E que se eu parasse para pensar, tinha sido o que fiz a poucos minutos atrás sem nem perceber.

— Se o limite suave aparecer, o que devo fazer?

— É onde a palavra de segurança aparece. Ela pode ser uma palavra escolhida previamente pelos participantes ou pode ser o sistema de cores: verde, amarelo e vermelho. Continuar, pausar e parar. Quando comunicar não for possível, sinais serão necessários. Um toque em alguma parte do corpo ou apertar algum objeto que faça barulho.

Quando eu não disse nada, Roberta continuou:

— Alguma pergunta até aqui?

— É necessário tudo isso? — Perguntei, minha cabeça girando com tanta coisa para pensar. Quer dizer, eu sabia da existência daquelas coisas. Eu as havia aprendido depois de sair da Itália, mas pensar em praticá-las era outra coisa.

Como alguém poderia se concentrar em sexo quando tinha que lembrar de tudo isso?

Agora eu entendia porque Percy preferia ser um sub, ele só precisava ficar ali, seguir ordens e sentir.

— No começo, não. Mas conforme o tempo vai passando, coisas e situações vão mudando.

— É verdade. — Percy se pronunciou, sua cabeça sobre meus ombros, seus dedos subindo e descendo por meu braço, eu nem percebendo isso até aquele momento. — No começo era só seguir ordens ou bondage, depois… é, elas foram necessárias. Às vezes eu esquecia que eu podia pedir para parar e outras vezes eu perdia a noção do que estava acontecendo até que o dom me pedisse para falar.

— Isso se chama sub-space. O submisso fica tão imerso nas sensações que pode acabar se sentindo sobrecarregado e não conseguir se comunicar.

— É, eu sei. E com o dom?

— Acontece, sim. O jeito é se adaptar. Quando acontecer, interrompa a sessão de forma cuidadosa e lenta. Conversar depois da cena é importantíssimo, é quando o aftercare aparece. Pergunte como o sub se sente e faça o possível para dar o que ele precisa, seja abraços, beijos ou um tempo para se recuperar. Se for uma emoção positiva, estenda esse período de sub-space devagar nas próximas sessões. Você deve julgar quando é o suficiente. Se acontecer com o Dom, depende do seu estado. Se o Dom não tiver uma índole violenta não há motivo para parar, contanto que o sub esteja seguro, vá em frente. Faça o que você sentir que é o melhor.

— E se… eu julgar errado? — Já tinha acontecido antes.

— Isso faz parte da dinâmica. Ninguém é perfeito e todos aceitamos que acidentes acontecem. O importante é a motivação por trás de seus atos.

Ha! Fácil para ela falar. Mas eu? Eu, Nico di Ângelo, não me sinto confortável com a possibilidade de machucar Percy de alguma forma. Era por isso que eu tinha fugido da Itália, afinal, eu não gostava dessa ideia de ser responsável pela segurança de outra pessoa.

— Nico, sei que é estranha a perspectiva de algo ruim acontecer. A culpa faz parte do processo de um dominador. É para que você perceba que não é culpa de ninguém e que não devemos nos punir, principalmente, se não era nossa intenção. Isso leva tempo. Vá devagar, preste atenção no seu sub e se divirta, porque, no final, é o mais importante. E se ao fim do seu tempo conosco você não quiser ou não gostar de como as coisas são feitas, você será liberado.

— Eu serei?

— Sim. Como eu disse, ninguém aqui é prisioneiro.

— Pensei que isso servia para os submissos.

— Eu posso ter exagerado. Alguns dominadores têm tendências que é melhor serem lidadas mais cedo do que tarde, entende?

— Aqueles que trazem má reputação para a comunidade? — Perguntei, tentando aliviar a atmosfera.

— Fico feliz que você entenda. Agora, chega de papo. Vamos a nossa primeira prática em grupo!

***

— Como eu disse antes, o prazer do dominador é o prazer do submisso. — Roberta falou, fazendo gestos para que Percy se levantasse. — Fica estabelecido que há uma hierarquia e que submissos estão abaixo dos dominares. Isso não quer dizer que não há comunicação e sim que o dever do dom é escutar, decidir e executar, enquanto a do submisso é comunicar, obedecer e se subjugar. O tipo de dinâmica que essa relação vai seguir depende unicamente dos participantes, tudo o que posso fazer é sugerir e guiar até que vocês encontrem o equilíbrio perfeito.

Se virando para Percy, Roberta falou: — Em posição.

Observei sem ar Percy se levantar. Ele tirou as roupas que usava, se ajoelhou aos meus pés, abriu as pernas e colocou as mãos atrás das costas com sua cabeça abaixada em respeito.

— Muito bom, como sempre. — Ela passou as mãos no cabelo de Percy e tudo o que eu podia pensar era… se ele era o meu submisso, porque ela continuava tocando no que era meu?

— Onde está sua guia? — Mas Roberta não falava com Percy, era comigo. Porque, assim que uma cena começava o submisso não era permitido falar a não ser que lhe fosse dada a permissão. E se o sub era meu, significava que tudo o que Percy fosse e tivesse também pertencia a mim. Ao menos naquele momento.

— Eu não trouxe. Esqueci. — Dei de ombros, a encarando. Afinal, Percy não era um cachorro. Ou será que ele era e eu não tinha percebido?

— Nico, quantas vezes vou ter que falar? Percy precisa ter algo que o identifique. Ou ele tem uma coleira para submissos, ou tem um bracelete que são para dominadores. E falando nisso, porque você não tem um?

Porque, talvez, eu nem quisesse estar aqui? Embora eu começasse a mudar de ideia. Qualquer um seria convencido de que ser um dominador era a melhor coisa do mundo se alguém tão bonito e tão poderoso quisesse ficar a seus pés por vontade própria. E foi por isso, e só por isso, que eu concordei com esse espetáculo todo.

— Eu ainda não tenho uma e prometo que vou colocar a de Percy assim que chegarmos em casa. — E só para provar o quanto eu estava sendo sincero, nem fui sarcástico, uma novidade para mim.

— Muito obrigada. Voltando ao assunto, essa é a posição padrão de um submisso.

— E a do dominador? Nós não temos uma? — Perguntei, não conseguindo conter a risada. Sempre achei isso ridículo.

— A posição do dominador é a de sempre ter em mente o bem-estar físico, mental e emocional do submisso antes dos nossos próprios desejos e vontades. É cuidar do que é seu para não estragar, machucar ou fazer sofrer. E não falo apenas de aftercare, é nossa responsabilidade fazer o que estiver ao nosso alcance para que nosso submisso esteja sempre nas melhores condições possíveis. Sendo assim, é um presente dado a nós, é uma recompensa por parte do submisso que nos julga dignos e merecedores de deter o controle e a posse sobre eles.

— Tudo bem, tudo bem. Me desculpe.

Eu vi Percy balançar os ombros numa risada escondida, mas se manteve em posição, enquanto Roberta me olhava reprovadora.

— Quer saber, acho que não adianta tentar conversar com você. Vamos à prática.

— Prática? Acho que--

— Percy. — Ela chamou, sua voz não dando espaço a dúvidas. — Tire as calças do seu Dom.

Percy olhou lentamente para cima na direção de Roberta e depois na minha direção, parecendo inseguro.

— Senhora, parece que Nico--

— Seu Dom, não Nico. Agora, faça o que é ordenado.

— Você vai me desculpar, mas ele não te pertence. Então, não fale assim com ele. — E para mostrar que eu estava disposto a cooperar, tirei minhas próprias calças. Desabotoei o botão, baixei o zíper e puxei minhas calças para baixo. — Feliz?

— Nenhum pouco. Na verdade, tenho pena do Percy. — ela disse nenhum pouco impressionada.

— Não escute ela, bebê. Roberta não sabe o que fala.

Como Percy parecia estar ansioso, eu me aproximei dele e segurei nos cabelos dele, os massageando.

— Tudo bem? — Perguntei quando Percy acenou e encostou a cabeça em minhas pernas, parecendo se acalmar.

— Isso não é bom. — Roberta disse.

— O que não é bom?

— Percy recebendo ordens de dois dominadores.

— Que tal se você parasse, então?

— Você acha que pode fazer melhor do que eu?

— Talvez, e se ele me escolheu… você deveria aliviar um pouco, não acha?

Vi o rosto de Roberta ficar completamente azedo, ela se afastou um pouco, e de fato, isso ajudou a aliviar a atmosfera. O problema não era ter dois dominadores e sim que Roberta era muito conservadora para uma prática que deveria ser tudo, menos isso.

— Então, vamos lá. Comece.

— Começar o quê?

— A cena.

— Você quer que a gente transe na sua frente, é isso?

— Sim. — ela deu um sorriso e se sentou, se ajeitando confortavelmente. — Eu preciso avaliar se vocês são adequados um para o outro.

— Você quer dizer, se eu vou abusar dele?

— O bem-estar do Percy vem antes de mim ou de você.

— Você ouviu isso, bebê. O seu bem-estar vem antes de mim. Você concorda com isso? — Eu segurei na nuca de Percy e Percy olhou para cima, me encarando por detrás dos cílios. Ele tinha um sorrisinho discreto no rosto. Algo bonito e doce, que até agora eu só tinha visto quando estávamos sozinhos.

— Você quer? Gosta quando eu te chamo de bebê? — O rubor se espalhou pelo rosto dele, mas Percy acenou que sim, esfregando o rosto em minhas coxas.

Parecia que isso era um sim. Eu não sabia muito bem o que fazer, mas, então, Percy segurou na parte de trás de minhas coxas e colocou aqueles lábios avermelhados contra meu membro, que aparentemente, estava mais interessado do que eu esperava. Sim, eu observei sem piscar Percy colocar a língua para fora e lamber desde a base e subir devagar, molhando o caminho e parando na cabeça, dando um chupãozinho suave para voltar a descer os lábios pela extensão até que eu estivesse todo molhado.

— Bebê, você está me matando aqui. — Eu achava que tinha sussurrado.

Percy me deu um sorrisinho todo feliz enquanto me lambia, e subiu novamente, dessa vez, lambendo a cabeça e me envolvendo em seus lábios, deslizando para baixo até que cabeça inteira estivesse dentro de sua boca molhada e quente.

— Porra! — Percy realmente estava tentando me matar, não estava?

Eu não aguentava mais. Segurei nos cabelos de Percy e o fiz tomar todo meu membro, devagar, centímetro por centímetro, até que Percy estivesse com o nariz enfiado em meus pelos, ainda olhando para mim, aqueles grandes olhos verdes me encarando sem piscar, agora, úmidos.

— É isso o que você queria? — Perguntei sem fôlego, e tive uma pequena crise de consciência.

Assim que vi o que tinha feito, puxei Percy pelos cabelos e o tirei de meu membro. Percy tinha o rosto completamente vermelho e respirava forte, lágrimas escorriam de seus olhos, gemendo como se estivesse gozando.

— Nico. — Percy choramingou, contrariado. — Esperei tanto por esse momento…

Maravilhado, soltei os cabelos de Percy e observei curioso para ver o que aconteceria. Percy se rastejou pelo chão de cerâmica até estar novamente grudado em mim, e dessa vez, sem usar as mãos, ele chupou a cabeça do meu membro e me engoliu em uma velocidade que eu mesmo não poderia fazer melhor.

Eu não sabia o que era melhor, se era ver meu membro sumindo dentro da boca dele, uma e outra e outra vez, molhado e apertado, no completo paraíso, ou era ver Percy todo curvado para estar na altura adequada, ele se remexendo todo, com as mãos sob o colo, as apertando contra as próprias coxas. Sim, ali eu podia ver seus dedos do pé se curvando como se ele fosse quem estivesse prestes a gozar e seu membro engaiolado todo estufado e pingando. Então, quando olhei novamente para o rosto dele, vi a completada adoração, focando toda sua energia e atenção em mim, como se eu fosse a coisa mais importante no universo inteiro.

Acho que era isso. Afundei minhas mãos em seus cabelos grossos, forcei sua cabeça para baixo e gozei assim, com ele engolindo em volta do meu membro, seus lábios macios selados em volta de mim, olhando nos olhos dele, sem dar um pio ou piscar, chocado demais para fazer qualquer outra coisa que não fosse observar sua beleza, no exato momento em que Percy fechou os olhos, como se apreciasse o momento.

Soltei seus cabelos e finquei os pés no chão ao sentir minhas pernas perdendo a força, observei Percy lamber meu membro até que tudo estivesse limpo e brilhando, ele se demorando na cabeça agora sensível e avermelhada, dando uma última chupadinha gostosa, parecendo pequeno e contente aos meus pés como se ele esperasse a próxima ordem.

— Obrigado, Nico. — Percy disse todo feliz e voltou a encostar a cabeça em minhas coxas.

Ainda ajoelhado e me segurando pela cintura, ele continuou a olhar para mim, sem piscar, parecendo com medo de perder um segundo sequer. Quer dizer, não é como se eu fosse desaparecer ou sair correndo, e o pior era me sentir estranho, pensando que era eu que devia me sentir assim, porque, eu, pessoalmente, nunca havia sentido a necessidade de ter alguém aos meus pés, controlar ou desfilar com eles por aí como se eles fossem um troféu a serem exibidos, e eu jurava, se Percy não se afastasse logo de mim, um acidente poderia acontecer.

— Ah, que fofo. O primeiro amor. — Roberta voltou a falar, se levantando de onde ela se sentava, batendo palmas enquanto se aproximava de nós dois. O estranho era ver que ela realmente parecia satisfeita. — Pensei que seria bemm mais rápido. Muito bem Di Ângelo.

Ela andou em direção ao armário, o abriu e tirou uma caixa de dentro.

— Creio que isso vá ajudá-los nesse caminho de descobertas.

Aceitei de má vontade o presente e abri a caixa. Dentro havia uma nova coleira, uma guia, um bracelete, um vibrador, lubrificante, grampos de mamilos e um anel peniano.

A maioria das coisas na caixa eu conhecia, só achava meio drástico aquele tipo de grampo. Eles eram feitos de metal e pareciam pesados, interligados por uma corrente de metal e hastes de plástico, as hastes parecendo tão pesadas quanto. E, porque eu precisaria de um anel peniano? Eu não precisava me manter mais tempo eret-- Me manter mais tempo ereto. Talvez…?

— Você não quer que Percy sofra pela sua falta de… vigor, quer?

— O que você quer dizer com isso?

— Exatamente o que eu disse. Ninguém é de ferro e para satisfazer um sub, dentro de uma gaiola, vinte quatro horas por dia preso… porque não ajudá-los a chegar lá?

— Talvez. — Eu disse, me negando a concordar.

— Nico, sei que posso ser da velha-guarda, mas estou aqui para ajudar. Tentarei fazer com que esse processo ocorra sem falhas. Nossa próxima sessão é amanhã pela tarde, peço que você dê uma olhada nos primeiros dois capítulos do livro e se for possível leia sobre os limites de exigência do Percy. Traga algo que ele goste para testarmos. Ou, se você preferir, pode tentar algo antes de vir amanhã. E se lembre, estaremos vigiando.

— É, eu sei. Vocês sempre estão. — Murmurei, contrariado. Pedi para Percy segurar a caixa enquanto eu puxava as calças para cima. Roberta era tão solicita que eu começava a pensar que ela queria manter Percy ali por mais alguns meses, ou quem sabe, para sempre.

Sem uma palavra, ofereci a mão para Percy, peguei suas roupas do chão e o guiei para fora da sala sobre o olhar atento de Roberta. De uma coisa eu sabia, eu não desfilaria por aí com nada que pertencesse a outro dominador.

Eu começava a achar que não sobreviveria a primeira semana.

FONTE

Aqui temos alguns sites que usei para basear as informações dos ultimos capítulos. Se vocês quiserem saber mais sobre o assunto, mas vão com cautela.

#percy jackson #percico #nico di angelo #my writing #pernico #percy/nico #serviço mandatorio #mandatory service

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coimbrabertone · 1 year ago

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Suzuka in April Feels Wrong

So, this weekend F1 will race at Suzuka. Suzuka is an amazing circuit, the esses at the beginning of the lap, trying to take Degner 1 as fast as possible but knowing the gravel trap is right there at the edge of the circuit, and then hard on the brakes for Degner 2, under the bridge, and up and to the right into the hairpin where Kamui Kobayashi seemed to overtake just about everyone in 2012. Spoon curve, the infamous 130R, and the Casio triangle at the end of the lap, Suzuka really is something special.

The only problem is, Raikkonen's 2005 charge (admittedly I was too young to properly enjoy that but it's literally the back to front challenge meme in real life), Kamui's 2012 podium as a Japanese driver, even Vettel's heartbreaking sparkplug failure in 2017, not to mention the historic Prost and Senna collisions...all of those happened at the end of the season, or close enough to it anyway. This year, Suzuka is in April, the fourth round of the 2024 Formula One season.

Now of course, there's a reason for this - the geography of an increasingly bloated F1 calendar - but first, let's just establish why the Japanese Grand Prix being at the end of the season is so important.

The first Japanese Grand Prix, held in 1976 and 1977, marked the first time a world championship race was held in Asia, and it was the finale too, the place where the championship would be decided. The 1976 race in particular, covered in the excellent 2013 movie Rush, saw Niki Lauda pull into the pits in dangerously wet conditions - this was the same year as his Nürburgring crash - which allowed James Hunt to charge up the field and seal his only world title.

The first Fuji trip would only last two years, but in 1987, F1 would find its home in Suzuka. It was the penultimate race - Adelaide, Australia was now the finale - but nevertheless, Suzuka was still the place where titles were decided. In 1988, Senna came from behind in the wet to beat Prost, in 1989 Prost would close the door on a charging Senna in the Casio triangle on lap 47, taking Prost out. Senna cut the chicane rejoining the track, got disqualified, and handed the title to Prost. In 1990, Prost now in a Ferrari, got a better start than Senna's polesitting McLaren, but Senna's wouldn't give an inch, and they didn't even make it past the first corner this time. Senna would seal the 1990 title. And it continued, Senna over Mansell in 1991, Hill over Villeneuve in 1996, Hakkinen over Schumacher in 1998...it was the track where history was made.

That being said, it's position in the calendar started to change as F1 expanded its Asia-Pacific presence from just Suzuka. From 1987-1995, it was paired with the Australian Grand Prix at Adelaide, in 1999 and 2000, it was paired with Malaysia, and from 2004-2008, it was paired with China. After that, the calendar more or less formed two flyaway blocks, with Australia-Malaysia-China-Bahrain at the beginning of the season, and a Singapore and Suzuka towards the end, paired with an everchanging host of flyaway races that included Abu Dhabi, Brazil, South Korea, and India. In 2009, Suzuka was the third to last race, come 2011, it was fifth to last.

The real blow to Suzuka as an end of season race, however, was the emergence of an American block of races late in the season. It started with Austin in 2012, and by 2015, we had Austin and Mexico back-to-back followed by Brazil, making for three western hemisphere races in a row. Las Vegas in 2023 made a fourth, with Abu Dhabi having long ago bought the season finale slot. All of this means that, in 2023, there were a whole two months of racing after Suzuka.

Thus, figuring that history is dead, F1 has decided to move Suzuka to April, so that, much like 2004-2008, it's back-to-back with the Chinese Grand Prix. Which means F1 will now have Baku and Singapore as a doubleheader in 2024...yeah.

For something meant to cut down on F1's travel related CO2 emissions, they really did just decide to make the entire circus fly over the entirety of the Asian continent in a week. Good job.

What the race does succeed in, however, is reminding us of the last time F1 raced in Japan in April, the 1994 and 1995 Pacific Grand Prix. A rare moment of two races in the same country for F1, when in addition to the end of season trip to Suzuka, there was an early season trip to the T1 Circuit in Okayama. It's a pretty neat track, I've raced it on Ride 4, probably better for bikes than cars though.

So yeah, not much for the environment, but it does remind us of an obscure race nobody has ever heard of, so there is that.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #japanese grand prix #japan gp 2024 #japan gp #racing #motorsports

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talonabraxas · 2 years ago

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Pythagoras, circa 570-495 BC:

"In the sacred geometry of existence, the right angle is the corner stone upon which the universe is constructed. It is the meeting point of the material and the divine, where the earthly and celestial realms align."

Hermetic Wisdom, "The Emerald Tablet," attributed to Hermes Trismegistus:

"As above, so below, and in the sacred right angle, the secrets of the cosmos are unveiled. Seek the perfection of this angle, and you shall find the key to unlocking the mysteries of the universe."

Albrecht Dürer, Renaissance Artist and Geometer:

"The right angle is the gateway to the harmony of proportions. In its symmetry lies the perfection of God's design, mirrored in the beauty of art and architecture."

Rosicrucian Manuscripts, 17th Century:

"The right angle, the symbol of divine balance, holds the power to transmute base matter into spiritual gold. It is the cornerstone of alchemical transformation."

René Descartes, 17th Century Philosopher and Mathematician:

"Cogito, ergo sum, yet the right angle, esse est percipi—To be, is to be perceived, and in the right angle's existence, it is perceived as the foundation of mathematical truths."

The Golden Dawn, 19th-20th Century Occult Order:

"Within the pentagram, the right angle represents the element Earth, grounding and stabilizing our spiritual endeavors. It is the symbol of earthly wisdom."

Aleister Crowley, Occultist and Magickian:

"In the Book of the Law, it is written: 'Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing and any other thing; for thereby there cometh hurt.' The right angle signifies the unity of all things, where distinctions dissolve."

Vedic Wisdom, Ancient Indian Texts:

"In the sacred geometry of Vastu Shastra, the right angle known as 'Vedha' is the cornerstone of architectural harmony. It guides the construction of sacred spaces in alignment with cosmic energies."

Chinese Feng Shui Tradition:

"The right angle, like the gentle curve of the dragon's spine, brings balance and harmony to the flow of qi. It is the foundation of auspicious space design."

Islamic Geometric Art:

"In the intricate patterns of Islamic art, the right angle symbolizes the intersection of the finite with the infinite, creating mesmerizing tessellations that reflect the perfection of the Divine."

Cymatics 144hz, water cymatics

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theforbiddeneden · 8 months ago

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PART II - SUNDOWING SIGILS - SLEEP TOKEN LORE - FAN MADE - ENG TRANSLATED TO PTBR

FULL CR TO aghostofsomething

︶ ⏝ ︶ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ SUNDOWING SIGILS ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ︶ ⏝ ︶

English:

《HIGHER》

1: 'Sediment'

In this context, we're looking at the dregs that settle at the bottom of liquids.

2: 'Precipitate'

In alchemy, precipitation is a process "in which solid matter is created by a chemical reaction and falls out of the solution. The descent of a substance out of a solution; the precipitate descends to the bottom of the flask."

3: 'Salt'

Typically, the symbol for salt's line ends even with the circle, but there are several instances where it extends further. This same symbol can also be used for 'Sulfur' and 'Spirit of Wine', as well.

4: 'A Year'

…I really think I can just leave that without anything further.

5: Repeating #2

Once again, I am still not entirely certain what this one is and it's rapidly becoming the bane of my existence.

Extra:

The added bits on the curve of 'precipitate' could be a stylization choice - If it creates another symbol, I haven't been able to locate it as of yet.

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《HIGHER》

1: 'Sediment'

Neste contexto, estamos olhando para os sedimentos que se depositam no fundo dos líquidos.

2: 'Precipitate'

Na alquimia, precipitação é um processo "no qual matéria sólida é criada por uma reação química e cai da solução. A descida de uma substância fora de uma solução; o precipitado desce para o fundo do frasco."

3: 'Salt'

Normalmente, o símbolo para sal tem a linha terminando alinhada com o círculo, mas há várias instâncias em que a linha se estende mais. Esse mesmo símbolo também pode ser usado para 'Enxofre' e 'Espírito de Vinho'.

4: 'A Year'

...Acho que posso simplesmente deixar isso sem mais explicações.

5: Repeating #2

Mais uma vez, ainda não tenho certeza do que isso é e está rapidamente se tornando o pesadelo da minha existência.

Extra:

Os detalhes adicionados na curva de 'precipitate' podem ser uma escolha estilística - Se cria outro símbolo, ainda não consegui localizá-lo até o momento.

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《TAKE AIM》

1: -idk noises-

'Tin' is a close contender, but the main bar of the symbol usually passes through the circle near the end when this variation is drawn. I'll save the explanation on tin's uses for 'Sugar' since it's relevant and more obvious there. 'White Vitriol' (zinc sulfate) is another possibility (and functions as a coagulant).

It would require some stylization, but we also have 'Magnesia' as an option.

Magnesia was one of the components of the Philosopher's Stone and "In the more modern sense of the word, it is thought to have originated from 'magnes carneus', which means 'flesh magnet' from the way it stuck strongly to the lips." Is that important? Doubt it, but it made me giggle.

'Half Liter' doesn't seem applicable, but it is sort of there. It could be a stylized drawing of 'Furnace' - While it typically has an extra circle on the end of the hook rather than a line, it's close enough to point out. In the same vein, it could be 'Cupellation' which is the process of removing impurities from gold or silver via blasts at high temperatures. Last of all, in the realm of similar-ish symbols, is a version of 'Dead Head'/'Death'. This only works if you take the outer section of the main crossbar with it.

2:, 3:, & 4: 'Honey' - 'Furnace' - 'Rust'

I don't think any of those need further notes.

5: 'Common Oil'

Usually it pertains to olive oil.

6: 'Iron' - Variation

Explained in 'Dark Signs'.

7: 'Fixate'/'Fixed'

Explained in TNDNBTG.

It would once again be rotated/flipped.

8: 'Soot'

9: 'Spirit'

"Spirit in alchemy is the active presences in all of us that strives towards perfection. Spirit seeks material manifestation for expression. Ultimately, it is the One Mind of the universe."

10: 'Phlegm'

(Rotated) To be clear, phlegm in alchemy was a watery distillation of plant matter rather than something you're hacking up from your lungs because you chain smoked 8 cigarettes while hiding under the back porch and didn't contemplate that the smoke might give you away... You could also view it through the lenses of The Humors which would put it as "cold/moist" and the cause of lethargy and apathy.

Extra:

This is actually the one that started all of this because I wanted a tattoo of it, but I am wary of embedding things into my dermis that I don't know the full meaning of. So, now I guess once I order some more ink, I get to stabby-stab it into my skinsuit. I may not know for one-hundred percent certain, but I feel good enough about it to plant ink now.

Honorary Mention: 'Musical Gold' can be formed by taking #4 and adding the center circle while removing the end bars of the crossbar. 'Hot Copper' can be made by combining #8 and #9

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《TAKE AIM》

1: -idk noises-

'Ouro' é uma opção próxima, mas a barra principal do símbolo geralmente passa pelo círculo perto do final quando essa variação é desenhada. Vou deixar a explicação sobre o uso de ouro para 'Sugar', pois é relevante e mais óbvio lá. 'Vitriol Branco' (sulfato de zinco) é outra possibilidade (e funciona como um coagulante). Requer um pouco de estilização, mas também temos 'Magnesia' como uma opção. Magnesia foi um dos componentes da Pedra Filosofal e "No sentido mais moderno da palavra, acredita-se que tenha originado de 'magnes carneus', que significa 'ímã da carne', devido à maneira como grudava fortemente nos lábios." Isso é importante?

Duvido, mas me fez rir. 'Meia Litro' não parece aplicável, mas de algum modo está ali. Pode ser um desenho estilizado de 'Forno' - Embora normalmente tenha um círculo extra na ponta do gancho, em vez de uma linha, é perto o suficiente para ser destacado. Da mesma forma, pode ser 'Copelação', que é o processo de remoção de impurezas do ouro ou prata através de explosões a altas temperaturas. Por último, no reino de símbolos semelhantes, existe uma versão de 'Cabeça Morta'/'Morte'. Isso só funciona se você pegar a seção externa da barra transversal principal com ela.

2:, 3:, & 4: 'Honey' - 'Furnace' - 'Rust -'Mel' - 'Forno' - 'Ferrugem'

Não acho que esses precisem de mais notas.

5: 'Common Oil' - 'Óleo Comum'

Normalmente se refere a azeite de oliva.

6: 'Iron' - Variation - 'Ferro' - Variação

Explicado em 'Dark Signs'.

7: 'Fixate'/'Fixed'

Explicado em TNDNBTG. Novamente, seria rotacionado/invertido.

8: 'Soot'

Fuligem

9: 'Spirit'

"O espírito, na alquimia, é a presença ativa em todos nós que busca a perfeição. O espírito busca manifestação material para expressão. Em última análise, é a Mente Única do universo."

10: 'Phlegm'

(Rotacionado) Para deixar claro, a fleuma na alquimia era uma destilação aquosa de matéria vegetal, em vez de algo que você está tossindo dos seus pulmões depois de fumar 8 cigarros enquanto se escondia sob o alpendre e não percebeu que a fumaça poderia te denunciar... Você também poderia ver isso através das lentes dos Humores, o que a colocaria como "fria/úmida" e a causa da letargia e apatia.

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Na verdade, esse foi o símbolo que iniciou tudo isso, porque eu queria uma tatuagem dele, mas estou receosa de gravar coisas na minha pele que eu não entenda completamente. Então, agora, acho que quando eu encomendar mais tinta, poderei fincar ela no meu "traje de pele". Eu posso não saber com cem por cento de certeza, mas me sinto bem o suficiente para marcar a pele agora.

Menção Honorária: 'Ouro Musical' pode ser formado pegando o #4 e adicionando o círculo central enquanto remove as barras do final da barra transversal. 'Cobre Quente' pode ser feito combinando #8 e #9.

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《GIVE》

1: ‘Fire’

It almost feels like a cop-out to just say 'Fire' at this point, but let's be real - That's there and it's the elemental symbol for fire.

2: Repeating #1

Can I have a word with whoever made these? Just a word. I promise. Please. I am safe and can be trusted.

This time around, there is no intersection with a closed symbol, so that knocks out my theory for smoke/fumes use here. The hooks are also mirrored which makes my head hurt in trying to further narrow it down. Are we going back to the layered symbol idea? If so, then they're 'Day' again on the bottom half. They could also be 'White Arsenic' again or 'Borax'. We already covered white arsenic in 'Levitate', so let's do a quick rundown on borax:

The most common use for that, at the moment, is as a cleaning agent, but - thank you, years acting as a forge assistant - borax can be used as a welding flux and for alchemy it was utilized for forge brazing (helps keep the welded iron or steel from overheating and assists with preventing oxidation within the weld).

Could it also be a variation for 'Living Silver'? Yeah, probably. Don't ask me the fuck that means in this context, though.

3: 'Lime'

Covered in TNDNBTG. Though this could also be 'Mars', I lean more towards lime for both style and context.

4: V

V's have a lot of uses and variations: 'Wine', 'Water', 'Alive', 'Vapor', 'Bath', and 'Copper' as some of the most common. This one is on y'all to pick what you want to go with if you regard it as a standard V shape.

With the addition of the circle, however, you get 'Filtare' or 'To Filter'.

Extra:

If you want to take #3 and add the circle, then you could have a possible planetary symbol - i mean, Could it be Pluto? Sure. While Pluto normally has a cross at the base rather than a straight line, there's a reasonable doubt there that it could be a variation. In modern alchemy, pluto is used for Plutonium.

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《GIVE》

1: ‘Fire’

Quase parece uma saída fácil simplesmente dizer "Fogo" nesse ponto, mas sejamos realistas – isso está lá e é o símbolo elementar para o fogo.

2: Repetindo #1

Posso ter uma palavrinha com quem fez esses símbolos? Só uma palavrinha. Eu prometo. Eu sou segura e posso ser confiável. Dessa vez, não há interseção com um símbolo fechado, então isso elimina minha teoria de usar esse símbolo para fumaça/vapor aqui. Os ganchos também são espelhados, o que me dá dor de cabeça tentando afunilar mais. Estamos voltando para a ideia de símbolos sobrepostos? Se sim, então eles seriam 'Dia' novamente na metade inferior. Eles também poderiam ser 'Arsênico Branco' novamente ou 'Bórax'. Já cobrimos arsênico branco em 'Levitar', então vamos fazer um resumo rápido sobre o bórax: O uso mais comum dele atualmente é como agente de limpeza, mas – obrigado, anos atuando como assistente de forja – o bórax pode ser usado como fluxo de soldagem e, na alquimia, foi utilizado para brasagem em fornalhas (ajuda a evitar o superaquecimento do ferro ou aço soldado e auxilia na prevenção da oxidação dentro da solda). Isso também poderia ser uma variação para 'Prata Viva'? Sim, provavelmente. Não me pergunte o que isso significa nesse contexto, porém.

3: ‘Lime’

Coberto em TNDNBTG. Embora isso também possa ser 'Marte', eu inclino mais para cal, tanto pelo estilo quanto pelo contexto.

4: V

O "V" tem muitos usos e variações: 'Vinho', 'Água', 'Vivo', 'Vapor', 'Banho' e 'Cobre' são alguns dos mais comuns. Isso fica a critério de quem estiver analisando, caso o considere como a forma padrão de "V".

Com a adição do círculo, no entanto, temos 'Filtare' ou 'Filtrar'.

Extra:

Se você quiser pegar o #3 e adicionar o círculo, então poderia ter um símbolo planetário possível – quero dizer, poderia ser Plutão? Claro. Embora Plutão normalmente tenha uma cruz na base em vez de uma linha reta, há uma dúvida razoável de que poderia ser uma variação. Na alquimia moderna, Plutão é utilizado para o Plutônio.

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《GODS》

1: 'Dead Head'

Yeah, are we really going to even pretend to be surprised here?

The other term for this is 'Worthless Remains'. It's the "epitome of decline and decay" and consists of the residue left from sublimation or distillation. There's a certain, delightful irony here that it became very popular as a pigment for painting religious figures' robes and earned the name Cardinal Purple.

There are other ways this symbol is used - 'Fermentation' and 'Materia Prima' feel worth mentioning. Honestly, Prime Matter might be the primary use of it in this sigil, but I'm calling it as ‘dead head’ for the Vibes.

2: 'Salt' (common)

As singular symbols, mirroring one another and flipped vertically.

If you piece the two together, back to back, then i haven't the faintest clue what they could be. The closest i could find to that symbol isn't exactly related to alchemy (but then again, we've been shuffling around between the protoscientific and spiritualist sides of it anyway) and is related to Jesus Christ. So...hm.

A similar symbol is used for 'To Pour', but it typically has an extra squiggly bit.

3: 'Gem Salt'

Why would there be two salts?

The difference is between crystallized salt and mined salt. This one looks clear, but -gestures to the image-.

Extra:

Yes, I realize I didn't highlight the triangle and that's 100% because it confuses me. The positioning, the skewed angle...i don't feel comfortable calling it an element symbol, but i also have no guesses for what else it might be. This one is so simple that it has to be deceptive and I know I'm missing things. The hunt continues.

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《GODS》

1: 'Dead Head'

Sim, realmente, podemos mesmo fingir que isso não é esperado aqui?

Outro termo para isso é 'Restos Sem Valor'. É o "epítome do declínio e decadência" e consiste no resíduo deixado pela sublimação ou destilação. Há uma certa e deliciosa ironia de que isso se tornou muito popular como pigmento para pintar as vestes de figuras religiosas, ganhando o nome de "Púrpura Cardeal".

Há outras maneiras de usar esse símbolo - 'Fermentação' e 'Materia Prima' merecem ser mencionados. Honestamente, a Matéria Prima pode ser o uso principal nesse sigilo, mas eu estou chamando de 'Dead Head' pelas Vibrações.

2: 'Sal' (comum)

Como símbolos individuais, espelhados e invertidos verticalmente.

Se você juntar os dois, de costas para costas, eu realmente não tenho a mínima ideia do que eles poderiam representar. O símbolo mais próximo que encontrei não está exatamente relacionado à alquimia (mas, novamente, temos transitado entre os lados proto-científicos e espiritualistas da alquimia), e está relacionado a Jesus Cristo. Então... hm.

Um símbolo similar é usado para 'Verter', mas normalmente tem uma parte extra, meio ondulada.

3: 'Gem Salt' - 'Sal de Gemas'

Por que haveriam de ter dois sais?

A diferença é entre o sal cristalizado e o sal extraído. Este aqui parece claro, mas -gesticula para a imagem-.

Extra:

Sim, eu percebo que não destaquei o triângulo e isso é 100% porque ele me confunde. O posicionamento, o ângulo inclinado... eu não me sinto confortável em chamá-lo de símbolo elemental, mas também não tenho palpites para o que mais poderia ser. Esse é tão simples que deve ser enganoso, e eu sei que estou perdendo algo. A busca continua.

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《SUGAR》

1: 'Tin' / 'Jupiter'

In order for this one to work, it needs to be rotated, but I don't see that as an issue here, especially. In alchemy, tin was associated with several things including the tongue and saliva (yeah, that feels relevant with this song) along with the more symbolic meaning of growth.

2: 'Lead'

The Prima Matera ('primal material' or base material) of alchemy. The classic idea of turning lead into gold in alchemy is not one I think I need to spend any time on here.

"The tragic element in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy - the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature; but without it, no true Aurum Potabile, or Elixir of Life, can be made." - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

3: 'Volatile'

Flipped horizontal to work.

'Volatile' generally meant changeable. Volatile spirits are also often referred to as 'airy' due to primarily being substances that turn into vapor.

In alchemical drawings, winged serpents were used to represent volatile substances (I'm pointing that out since the video for 'Sugar' does feature a snake), but angels were often used as well. There is an entire rabbit hole you can fall down here with the symbolism use for volatile spirits.

The next two might not actually be there - I lean towards them being created by overlap rather than intent.

4: ‘Fire’ or ‘Phlegm’

Honorary Mention because while triangles often got skewed one way or another depending on the writer, certain skews turned them into different symbols altogether. So you could have a symbol for 'Fire' here or you could just as easily have a flipped/rotated symbol for 'Phlegm' (check 'Take Aim').

5: 'Day'

This is one of those variations that I have only seen once, but since it's sort of there, I'm pointing it out.

Extra: There is possibly (yeah, no there is absolutely) one or two symbols missing here. 'Lead' in that configuration can be drawn with the extra hook, but it isn't very common, so there may be a symbol layered in that section which I'm overlooking.

If you want to add the diamond to the skewed triangle and flip it vertically, then you have a close approximation to 'Salt Water'. A hollow diamond can also be used for several things on its own, including 'Soap', 'Brass', and 'Glass'.

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《SUGAR》

1: 'Tin' / 'Jupiter'

Para que esse funcione, ele precisa ser rotacionado, mas não vejo isso como um problema aqui, especialmente. Na alquimia, o estanho estava associado a várias coisas, incluindo a língua e a saliva (sim, isso parece relevante com esta música), além do significado mais simbólico de crescimento.

2: 'Lead' (Chumbo)

A Prima Matera ('matéria prima' ou matéria base) da alquimia. A ideia clássica de transformar chumbo em ouro na alquimia não é algo sobre o qual eu sinta que precise gastar muito tempo aqui.

"O elemento trágico na poesia é como Saturno na alquimia - o Malevolente, o Destruidor da Natureza; mas sem ele, nenhum verdadeiro Aurum Potabile, ou Elixir da Vida, pode ser feito." - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

3: 'Volatile' (Volátil)

Virado horizontalmente para funcionar.

'Volátil' geralmente significava mutável. Espíritos volúveis também são frequentemente referidos como 'aéreos', pois são substâncias que se transformam em vapor.

Nos desenhos alquímicos, serpentes aladas eram usadas para representar substâncias volúveis (estou apontando isso porque o vídeo de 'Sugar' apresenta uma serpente), mas anjos também eram usados com frequência. Existe um buraco de coelho inteiro que você pode cair aqui com o uso de simbolismo para espíritos volúveis.

Os próximos dois talvez nem estejam presentes - eu acho que eles foram criados por sobreposição, em vez de intenção.

4: 'Fire' (Fogo) ou 'Phlegm' (Fleuma)

Mencionado Honorariamente, porque enquanto os triângulos frequentemente ficavam inclinados de um lado ou de outro dependendo do escritor, certos ângulos transformavam-nos em símbolos diferentes completamente. Então, você poderia ter um símbolo de 'Fogo' aqui ou, igualmente, um símbolo invertido/rotacionado de 'Fleuma' (verifique 'Take Aim').

5: 'Day' (Dia)

Esta é uma dessas variações que eu vi apenas uma vez, mas como ela está meio que ali, estou apontando isso.

Extra:

Possivelmente (na verdade, há definitivamente) um ou dois símbolos faltando aqui. 'Lead' (Chumbo) nessa configuração pode ser desenhado com o gancho extra, mas não é muito comum, então pode haver um símbolo sobreposto naquela seção que estou deixando passar.

Se você quiser adicionar o diamante ao triângulo inclinado e invertê-lo verticalmente, você tem uma aproximação de 'Água Salgada'. Um diamante oco também pode ser usado para várias coisas sozinho, incluindo 'Sabão', 'Latão' e 'Vidro'.

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English:

《SAY THAT YOU WILL》

1: Eh

Let's get the tricky one out of the way first. This could be two things if it's one of the rotated symbols i mentioned at the start:

'Empyreumaticum' aka empyreumatic - adj. :

"being or having an odor of burnt organic matter as a result of decomposition at high temperatures"

For alchemy, this was usually referring to 'Oil of Brick' (it's one of the most common empyreumatic oils to get) and was obtained by soaking a brick in an oil (such olive oil) and then extracting it via distillation at extreme temperatures. This had medicinal uses, but more interesting is the fact it was used as a lubricant for cutting stones and gems.

The other option is 'Sugar'- Which I don't really need to explain further.

Both of these require the symbol to be rotated 90 degrees. If we take it as vertical from the start, the only option I can find to fit would be 'Populous'. 'Fat' is also similar, but...eh.

2: 'Iron'

This is one of the many, many versions for iron and does have a little bit of stylization going on, but it's still obvious. You can check back on ‘Dark Signs' for its meaning.

3: 'Rock Salt'

(in some contexts 'The Consistency of Rock Salt') or 'Stagnation' OR 'Glass'. Each is interesting within the context of the song, so perhaps it's all three. Up to y'all.

4th option being there is no extra symbol there and i've just been staring at this shit way too long.

4: 'Night'

There are a multitude of ways to write both night and day, I'm leaning towards that for these based, again, on context.

5: Which would put this one as 'Day'.

However, I also want to point out that this one could just as easily be 'Borax' (check back on ‘Give' for that explanation, if you want).

Extra:

There could be a symbol for 'White Iron Pyrite' (marcasita) present.

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Portuguese:

《SAY THAT YOU WILL》

1: 'Empyreumaticum' or 'Sugar'

Empyreumaticum aka empyreumatic: "ser ou ter o odor de matéria orgânica queimada como resultado da decomposição em altas temperaturas"

Para a alquimia, isso geralmente se referia ao "Óleo de Tijolo" (um dos óleos empyreumáticos mais comuns), obtido ao embebedar um tijolo em óleo (como óleo de oliva) e depois extrair a substância por destilação em altas temperaturas. Esse óleo tinha usos medicinais, mas seu uso mais interessante era como lubrificante para cortar pedras e gemas.

Sugar (Açúcar): Não precisa de mais explicações.

Ambas as opções requerem que o símbolo seja rotacionado 90º. Caso o símbolo seja vertical desde o início, a única opção que encontro seria "Populous" (Populoso), mas 'Fat' (Gordura) também é uma possibilidade similar.

2: 'Iron'

Iron (Ferro): Uma das muitas versões para ferro, com um pouco de estilização, mas ainda evidente. Você pode conferir o significado dessa versão em 'Dark Signs'.

3: 'Rock Salt'

Rock Salt (Sal de Rocha): Em alguns contextos, isso pode significar "A Consistência de Sal de Rocha", "Estagnação" ou "Vidro". Cada uma dessas opções é interessante dentro do contexto da música, então talvez seja todas elas ao mesmo tempo. Ou talvez não, depende da interpretação.

A quarta opção seria que não há símbolo extra aqui e eu só tenho olhado para isso há tempo demais.

4: 'Night'

Night (Noite): Existem várias maneiras de escrever 'noite' e 'dia'. Estou inclinada a achar que isso representa "Noite", considerando o contexto.

5: 'Day'

Day (Dia): Isso poderia muito bem ser "Dia". Porém, também poderia ser "Borax" (veja a explicação em 'Give', se quiser).

Extra:

Pode haver um símbolo para 'Pirita de Ferro Branca' (marcasita) presente aqui.

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English:

《DRAG ME UNDER》

1: 'Water'

Off to a good start! That's a fucking obvious one. Doin' alright.

2: 'Crucible'

Okay, a little more buried in there, but we can still pick it out.

Past this point, we're in "I have been staring at this thing too long. I don't know if these are actually there or if I'm just picking and putting things together now" territory.

3: 'Spring'

If it is, then it's flipped horizontally. It looks like it and there's been some potential flips before, so...fuck it. Why not.

4: 'Mercury'

Not the planet, but the substance.

"The omnipresent spirit of life. Mercury was believed to transcend the liquid and solid states. The belief carried over into other areas, as mercury was thought to transcend life/death and heaven/earth."

5: ???

The half circles on their own could be 'Lime' again. Or are they 'Horn', 'Silver', 'Moon', a variation and/or stylization of 'Moonlight'???

There are some extra lines left here.

What do they go to?

I don't know! I give up!

This one broke me!

I̮̤ͪ̀̌̌̒ͅ ͕̜͔͖w̗̺̞a͛̈̍n̘ͬ͒͌ͥ͑̑t̥̠̻̃ͣ ͚̩̦͉̊͋t͇͚̣̝̩̫͇ͥȯ̗͍͙̪̳̍͒̔ ̖̾̈́̀̽ͣea̖̜̬̟̙͒ͅt͈̩̯̻͒ ̒ͪ̏iͮ͗̾̀t̘̺̍̂͑͗̔.̟̱͍͐͊̔ͥ

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Portuguese:

《DRAG ME UNDER》

1: 'Water'

Water (Água): Começando bem! Isso é bem óbvio. Estamos indo bem.

2: 'Crucible'

Crucible (Crucível): Ok, um pouco mais escondido, mas ainda conseguimos identificar. Depois disso, estamos no território de "Eu fiquei olhando para isso por tanto tempo. Não sei se isso realmente está aqui ou se estou só juntando coisas aleatórias agora."

3: 'Spring'

Spring (Primavera): Se for isso, então está virado horizontalmente. Parece com isso e já houve algumas inversões possíveis antes, então... dane-se. Por que não?

4: 'Mercury'

Mercury (Mercúrio): Não o planeta, mas a substância. "O espírito onipresente da vida. Acreditava-se que o mercúrio transcendia os estados líquido e sólido. Essa crença se estendia para outras áreas, pois o mercúrio era considerado capaz de transcender vida/morte e céu/terra."

5: ???

Os semicírculos sozinhos poderiam ser Cal, novamente. Ou são Chifre, Prata, Lua, uma variação e/ou estilização de Luz da Lua???

Há algumas linhas extras aqui.

Para onde elas vão?

Eu não sei! Eu desisto!

Essa aqui me quebrou!

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English:

《BLOOD SPORT》

Thank you, Blood Sport, for existing as the only simple one of these to sort out.

That's a lie, it's not that simple.

1: 'Wax'

If the spokes were a bit longer, it might have been either 'Tree Oil' or 'Hematite Stone', but I think the safer bet is to keep it as wax. If you knock off the top and left spokes, then you have something very close to 'White Arsenic', but again the spokes are too short for me to call it that.

2: ‘Niter’

This one could be 'Niter' (potassium nitrate) or 'Soda Ash' (sodium carbonate) - The symbol has been used for both. i'm going with niter here for "The Cask of Amontillado" reference and I'll let enotes sum that up real quick to save space (and prevent me from rambling any further):

Image Transcription: But in Edgar Allan Poe's story "The Cask of Amontillado," the niter has a symbolic meaning, as well. As Fortunato is led deeper into the catacombs of Montresor's family, the niter increases. Montresor has premeditated the murder of Fortunato, and he plays with his victim the way a cat sometimes plays with its prey before killing it. Montresor is pretending to be concerned with Fortunato's health when the truth is that he has absolutely no regard for Fortunato. The symbolic meaning of the niter is that Fortunato is being led further into Montresor's web, just like the web-like niter on the walls is increasing.

3: Double

This arrangement of dots most often goes with 'Oil' or, more specifically, 'Oil of Tartar'. However, when you flip it vertically, it becomes the symbol for 'Flint Stone' (among others*). The combination of the two has some interesting implications, really.

If you take only the outermost dots in the 4 point configuration, then you have 'Essential Oil'. I don't think that plays into it, but once again trying to cover the possibilities.

Extra:

If you want to go looking for more layered symbols, then you can knock out the bottom spoke of 'Wax', plus remove the end lines, then you're left with the symbol for 'Body' or 'Spirit'.

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Portuguese:

《BLOOD SPORT》

Obrigado, Blood Sport, por existir como o único desses símbolos que é simples de resolver.

Isso é mentira, não é tão simples assim.

1: 'Cera'

Se os raios fossem um pouco mais longos, poderia ser 'Óleo de Árvore' ou 'Pedra Hematita', mas acho que a aposta mais segura é ficar com cera. Se você remover os raios superior e esquerdo, ficaria algo bem próximo de 'Arsênico Branco', mas novamente, os raios estão curtos demais para eu chamar de isso.

2: 'Nitre'

Este pode ser 'Nitre' (nitrato de potássio) ou 'Cinza de Soda' (carbonato de sódio) - o símbolo foi usado para ambos. Eu vou com 'Nitre' aqui, pela referência a "O Barril de Amontillado", e deixarei o enotes resumir isso rapidamente para economizar espaço (e evitar que eu fique divagando ainda mais):

Transcrição da Imagem: Mas na história de Edgar Allan Poe, "O Barril de Amontillado", o niter tem um significado simbólico também. À medida que Fortunato é conduzido mais fundo nas catacumbas da família Montresor, o niter aumenta. Montresor premeditou o assassinato de Fortunato, e ele brinca com sua vítima da maneira que um gato às vezes brinca com sua presa antes de matá-la. Montresor finge se preocupar com a saúde de Fortunato quando, na verdade, ele não tem absolutamente nenhuma consideração por ele. O significado simbólico do niter é que Fortunato está sendo levado mais fundo na teia de Montresor, assim como o niter nas paredes, que vai aumentando.

3: Duplo

Este arranjo de pontos normalmente está associado a 'Óleo' ou, mais especificamente, 'Óleo de Tártaro'. No entanto, quando você vira ele verticalmente, ele se transforma no símbolo para 'Pedra de Pederneira' (entre outros*). A combinação dos dois tem algumas implicações interessantes, na verdade.

Se você pegar apenas os pontos mais externos na configuração de 4 pontos, você tem 'Óleo Essencial'. Eu não acho que isso se encaixa, mas, mais uma vez, estou tentando cobrir todas as possibilidades.

Extra:

Se você quiser procurar por símbolos mais sobrepostos, pode remover o raio inferior de 'Cera', além de excluir as linhas finais, então você fica com o símbolo de 'Corpo' ou 'Espírito'.

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English:

I will never recover, but that's also just kinda my default state anyway, so it's all good.

If you want more brainrot, TPWBYT is over here.

Like the beginning says, if you’d like to use this spiral into madness to create your own breakdown of lore connections and lyric content, by all means, please do. Thanks for sticking around all the way to the end of this ridiculous ramble and I hope it was an enjoyable read.

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Portuguese:

Eu nunca vou me recuperar, mas isso também é meio que o meu estado padrão, então tudo bem.

Se você quiser mais confusão mental, TPWBYT está por aqui.

Como diz no começo, se você quiser usar essa espiral de loucura para criar sua própria análise das conexões de lore e conteúdo das letras, fique à vontade, por favor.

Obrigado por ter ficado até o final dessa enrolação ridícula e espero que tenha sido uma leitura agradável.

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Links & References / Links e Referências:

● Alchemy Reference Guide: A Tool For Exploring the Secret Art ● Site de Alquimia de Adam McLean (vá lá e se prepare para sobrecarga mental; tem muito conteúdo por lá) ● The R.A.M.S. Library of Alchemy, Volume 21 ● The last vvill and testament of Basil Valentine, monke of the order of St. Bennet 1671 (disponível no internetarchive) ● A Lexicon of Alchemy de Martin Rulandus, o Velho ● Dictionary of Occult, Hermetic, and Alchemical Sigils de Fred Gettings ● Alchemistische und chemische Zeichen de Fritz Lüdy-Tenger (conseguir esse livro me custou 5 anos de vida)

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