#tocar slap

[moonriseoverkyoto]

Seeing Double - Chapter 4

Pairings - Simon “Ghost” Riley x MacTavish!Reader, Platonic! John “Soap” MacTavish x MacTavish Reader, Platonic! Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader

Summary - it was time to infiltrate, so why did you feel so nervous about something that was your talent

Warnings - flashbacks, mention of torture, blood, nausea, vomit, canon-typical violence, idk reader looking sexy for a mission?

Author’s Note - there is an allusion of rape but it will not happen, I will never write rape or sexual assault for any character. Anyways, part 4, enjoy!

Word Count - 5.1K

Masterlist - Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, pt.5, pt.6

Your eyes shifted around the dark room. Squinting softly as you studied its walls. A feeling of uneasiness washed over you as you realized where you were. As you stood up to run, rope bids held your ankles and hands back. Your skin tearing as you tried to move.

As you peered down at yourself, bile began to rise in your throat. You were covered in your own blood from head to toe. You could feel the welts and the cuts as they dig into your skin. You were stripped down to your base level of undergarments. 

A man stood over you. His eyes were concealed by the shadows but his body wasn’t. He held something that you couldn’t see, but you heard his voice speak. 

“Solo te voy a preguntar una vez más, Cariña.” I’m only going to ask you one more time sweetheart. He paused to let your eyes meet his. “¿Por qué estás aquí?” Why are you here?

“¿Y si no respondo?” and if I do not answer? You shot back. Glaring at the sick man. 

“Entonces mis hombre te harán responder.” A slimy grin ran over his face “y no les importa tocar tu cara bonita.” then my men will make you respond, and they don’t mind touching your pretty face. 

“Ya te lo dije. Soy periodista y escribo sobre la mala calidad del aqua-” I already told you. I am a journalist here and I write about the poor water quality-

“Mentirosa!” Liar! The man cried as he slapped you. Your face stung but not as much as the rest of your body did so you could ignore it. 

“Es la verdad!” It’s the truth

“Tenemos fotos que sabes.” We have photos you know. The man spoke as he pulled out zoomed in photos of you. You with Los Vaqueros at the bar. You and Rudy together in your room as he- 

You couldn’t bare to look any longer. Bile rising in your throat, coming up to your mouth. 

“¿Cómo se sentiría tu precioso Rodolfo hm? ¿Seguiría queriéndote así? ¿Seguiría queriéndote después de que dejara que mis perros se salieran con tu cuerpo?” How would your precious Rodolfo feel hm? Would he still want you like this? Would he still want you after I let my dogs have their way with your body? He was so close you could smell the beer on his breath. 

“Vete a la chingada” Go fuck yourself. You said right as the vomit left your mouth. The vomit landing right on his face and all over his clothes. The man cried out as he grabbed his own face. Growls being heard around you. Even in your beat up state, a small smile creeped it’s way up. 

“Puta madre!” The man cursed out, suddenly grabbed a knife. “Agárrala” Grab her. Suddenly multiple hands were on your body. Holding you completely still as the knife suddenly came going for your eyes. 

You woke up with a shock as somebody banged on your door. Your jaw loosened as if you were ready to scream as you shot up. Slowly you touch your surroundings as you gather yourself. 

“Yeah?” You called out, slowly making your way to open the door. Ghost’s talk brooding figure looking down at you. Back straightening as you sniffled up your tears. 

“Alejandro says we have help arriving for the mission later. Johnny’s in the shower.” he grunted, you nodded. His lips quivered under his mask as if he wanted to say something but he didn’t. 

“Is that all?” you hummed. The man nodded, maintaining eye contact so as to not look at your body. Noticing how you quickly moved to cover it even though you were in minimal sleep attire. He turned and started walking down the hallway. Your meek voice shooting out, “Ghost?” you said softly. 

“Mm?” the man murmured back. 

“Thank you.” You said. Confusion wiped over his features but you couldn’t see that. He didn’t know what you were thanking him for but he nodded and then turned to walk off. 

Ghost could hear your laughter as you walked behind him with Soap. The three of you made your way to the conference room. He had noticed your distinct change of clothes. You now wore full tactical gear from combat boots, to black pants, and a black tee with a slight turtleneck to hide your claw marks. Ghost stopped just short of the conference room seeing Alejandro and Rudy outside, both of them looking unhappy. 

You walked out from behind Ghost and Johnny. Concern written on your features seeing the anger in Rudy and Alejandro.

“¿Qué pasó?” What’s wrong? You spoke. Before either men could respond a certain texan spoke up.

“Nice to see you again, Banshee.” Graves smirked, “glad to see you found your way back to Las Almas.” 

Ghost took immediate notice of how your body tensed up, it was a full body reaction hidden carefully by your clothes. The lieutenant recognized your body tense as the same one you had when they talked about coming here in the first place. Suddenly the mask slipped over your face again as you turned around, 

“Pleasure to see you again, Graves.” you smiled, taking his hand in a firm shake. The texan’s smirk only deepened as the group filed into the conference room to discuss the mission. You sat on the right side of the table, Rudy snagging a chair to your right and Johnny took one to your left. Alejandro was at the head of the table as Graves sat down and even leaned back in his chair. The texan awfully comfortable for all the tension heating up the room. 

“Tonight we are going to capture El Sin Nombre.” Alejandro spoke. You blinked processing it. “There is a meeting going on tonight where we may also be able to capture the rest of Hassan’s missiles.” 

“I thought we were here for Hassan?” You spoke up.

“El Sin Nombre will lead us to Hassan.” Rudy spoke knowingly.  

“Well Ghost will be playing look out as he is the most experienced sniper, Rudy will also be working on comms.” Alejandro continued and then took a deep breath before he spoke, “Chiqui, we need you to infiltrate with Soap and I”

You nodded, you could understand why it would look good if you came. Women had no problem coming and going from the narcos houses, you wouldn’t be questioned harshly. 

“Ale will be working as a guard, you and Soap will waltz right through the front gates. Soap is posing as a member of The Shadows here to give up Graves’ team since The Shadows have been thwarting Las Almas Cartel’s attempt to get the missiles out of the country. You will be posing as…” 

“Una prostituta?” a prostitute? You questioned, cutting off Rudy but he didn’t mind. A deep feeling settled over you, something you couldn’t quite pin. 

“Sí, we’ve already set up plans so they should be expecting you. They will also be expecting Soap. But we will be there every step of the way.” Alejandro said. 

A wave of nausea rushed over you, this is exactly how it worked last time and you slipped right through their fingers and straight into the hands of the cartel. You swallowed a big lump as you zoned out. Not needing to pay attention to what everyone else was doing as your role weighed heavy on you. Rudy’s knee barely knocked your own to bring you back into focus. 

“Las Almas Cartel has undergone new management so you shouldn’t be recognized.” Rudy whispered to you. The room fell silent as you stared at Graves. 

“So why are you here?” you stated, to everyone else it was a simple curiosity, but Rudy and Alejandro internally tensed at the venom you laced within your look at Graves. 

“Just here on behalf of representing the great states.” he smiled back, “now why are you here? Least I can see the colonel and his sergeant major can speak English just fine, without you.” 

If Rudy and Alejandro were lesser men, without military patience and control, they would have taken turns at tearing Graves apart. Instead, Rudy let his fists clench under the table and Alejandro let out a deep sigh.

“Yes they can, but also I’ve been assigned to the 141, they were sent here, and so I was tasked with joining.” you responded cooly as if you had just told Graves the weather. 

Alejandro dismissed everyone from the meeting with a nod. You were aware of how a certain lieutenant’s eyes studied you as you left. 

Ghost didn’t see you again until that night. Rudy, Graves, Alejandro, and the lieutenant all stood on the roof of the building talking as you and Johnny set up comms in the car. 

You slipped on your heels with a whine as the 4 inch death shoes were pushing your arch up. 

“What happened here two years ago?” Johnny said randomly as you worked to put in the wire on your ear. 

“Nothing Johnny.” you passed it off as you applied lip liner and some gloss. 

“Don’t bullshit me. I’m yer damn brother and yet you’re closer with Ale and Rudy than with me. For Christ's sake I see how you sleep. You claw at your neck and wake up in cold sweats. Something happened here and I have a right to know!” He said, his voice raising a little. You took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling. He extended a hand towards you, his big eyes staring into yours, as he whispered, “Please.”

“I’ll tell you when this is over okay?” You smiled back, tears in your eyes. A knowing look passed between you both as you interlocked pinkies. He was right, you should have told him by now and you never understood why you hadn’t yet. 

“Clock’s ticking.” Ghost chimed in. The man stood next to Rudy as he set up his scope. The lieutenant was itching to ask Rodolfo about you but he just decided to fix his scope. 

“Showtime, Chiqui” Rudy’s voice came through the comms. Alejandro had already disappeared into the night and Graves had left to go scout. Simon grabs a pair of binoculars to look at the entrance. 

Soap was dressed from head to toe in shadow gear as he entered the building first. Suddenly he was grabbed by a man dressed in a cartel uniform with a mask. Soap got ready to fight when Alejandro’s voice whispered “Cálmate.” calm yourself. 

“¿Quién es este cabrón?” Who is this fucker? Came the gruff voice of a guard as Alejandro pushed Soap forward, into the cartel house. The Scotsman allowed himself to be pushed around by the colonel. 

“Está aquí para hablarle al Sin Nombre” He's here to speak to El Sin Nombre. Alejandro nodded and there was a tense moment as Soap was being watched by the cartel men. Until the sound of your heels hit the pavement. Ghost quickly found you within his binoculars and for a mere moment he forgot the circumstances of the occasion. The street lamps illuminating your curves as you walk with the confidence of Aphrodite.

Each step echoed as your four-inch black stilettos hit the ground, your tits bouncing a little with the power of each step. Your hair was styled down and jewelry sparkled in the light. You were dressed in a sleek black cowl-neck mini dress, one with a deep cut in the front, with a sparkling necklace. It was a beautiful lariat necklace with a diamond at the intersection of the y and a small knife dangled at the bottom of the chain. You pulled your hair to the side to show off the back of the dress, or the lack thereof. Your whole back was on display as the fabric barely wrapped around the back of your neck and the bottom barely covered your rear. The bottom of the dress rode up to the tops of your thighs as you gently pulled it down. You were covered in dangly jewelry so you clinked as you walked. You had on a thin layer of sultry make-up, including eyeliner and a deep colored lip gloss. You practically dripped with sex to every man in proximity, including Simon. 

The lieutenant, for the first time ever, regretted being so far from the scene. He also found himself wondering if you smelled just as intoxicating as the night before when he was near you.

“Quite the seductress she is, mm?” Rudy murmured to Ghost, as he noticed the lieutenant tense. He was trying to break the silence by the common thread between the two of you. Sure you and Rudy had a past but he could see that your future lies elsewhere, even if you ignored it so blatantly. 

“I can see why she specializes in infiltration and undercover ops.” Ghost murmured back, passing off the compliment, as you easily passed by the guards, whispering sweet nothings into their ear. You came to the rescue of Ale and Soap quickly. 

“This is her element, her natural habitat” Rudy responded, he had seen this bit before. 

“Hay una problema muchachos?” Is there a problem here, boys? You spoke, your tone sultry as you slowly looked up and down the guards. Your every word being replayed in the comms, including the way you purred to the men. Silence fell over the groups as you held the guards attention, saving your teammates but at the cost of yourself. 

“Solo hay problema si estás aquí por otra persona en lugar de por mí” There 's only a problem if you're here for someone else instead of me. The bodyguard said as he slid over to you, his hand sliding up your inner thigh, the man’s hand sliding dangerously close to your core. You swallowed the feeling of nausea. You smoothly took the man's hand and moved it to your rear instead as you purred to him. Rudy and Ghost watch the scene unfold through the windows.

“Estoy aquí por El Sin Nombre. Pero puedo ahorrarte un beso o dos” I'm here for El Sin Nombre. But I can spare you a kiss or two. You hummed, your hands moving up the man's chest, almost as if you were stroking his ego with your bare hands. Winking at the last bit. None of your english-speaking counterparts were able to tell what was being said, but considering the man wasn’t tense, they all considered you to be doing your job well. 

The man led you to the elevator, letting Alejandro and Soap follow. 

“Tendré que revisarte en busca de armas, por supuesto.” I'll have to check you for weapons, of course. The guard had a slimy tone as he spoke that even Soap and Ghost could pick up on. Rudy suddenly bristled at the words, but sighed in relief seeing you cooly respond without missing a beat.

“Adelante, guapo” Go ahead, handsome. You spread your legs slightly as the man’s hands traveled up and down, over every curve before stopping at your face. The man moving to kiss you as you politely moved to let him kiss your cheek as he kissed your own. 

Ghost felt his left hand tighten over the trigger as he watched the man’s hands trail over your body through his scope. The guard finally relinquished as he let the three of you enter the elevator alone, swiping his key card, giving you access to the second floor. The second the elevator closed you breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Are you armed?” Alejandro questioned. 

“Yeah, wearing two knives on a strap on my thigh” you said as you lifted your dress to adjust the strap where you had sneakily pushed it up earlier right before greeting the guard. 

Ghost had to take a deep breath as the image played in his mind, ‘Get your shit together, Simon’ he growled to himself. The poor man wondered where all these feelings came from. 

You entered the second floor confidently as you were met with the second lieutenant of the cartel and the sicario.

“Finalmente, llega la perra. Me ha estado doliendo la verga toda la noche.” Finally the bitch arrives. My cock has been aching all night. The man groans, adjusting himself, and wastes no time rushing over to you, roughly grabbing your wrist, his intentions clear. 

“Oh, cállate Diego y dale un poco de espacio a la pobre mujer. El hecho de que sea su trabajo no significa que se lo deba.” Oh shut up Diego and give the poor woman some space. Just because it is her job does not mean she owes you it. A voice suddenly spoke. You assumed it was Sicario until you noticed how feminine it was. That was when Valeria stepped forward.

“No mames.” No way. Rudy muttered. Alejandro stiffened but didn’t say a word. If Valeria recognized you, she did not show it in any manner. You never met the woman but Alejandro had mentioned her in passing at times. 

“Yo estoy aquí por El Sin Nombre, no por ti.” I am here for El Sin Nombre, not you. You spoke as you stepped out of his grasp. Valeria smiled as she looked at you.

“Entonces estarías aquí para mí, princesa” Then you would be here for me, princess. Valeria smirked as she stepped forward. Valeria looked at her lieutenant and smirked, a hand waving off to dismiss him, the man only leaving

“¿Tú eres El Sin Nombre?” You're El Sin Nombre? You clarified. The woman nodded. The two of you forgot about the men surrounding you as Alejandro cleared his throat.

“¿Y para qué está aquí?” and why is he here? Valeria pointed to Soap, her hand trailed up your back as her hands found your scars. She turned and finally recognized you. She froze for just for a moment but that was all you needed. That’s when all hell broke loose. You swiped out your right leg and brought the woman to her knees, your arms quickly pinning her wrists. 

“Ale, ahora!” Ale, now! You yelled as she thrashed. Alejandro quickly came to put the cloth against her face as her eyes frantically looked between the both of you. A knowing look of recognition glazed over her eyes right before her eyelids fluttered shut. The woman going limp in your arms. 

“We got her, let’s go.” Soap reported over the coms. Rudy quickly packed up his gear as Graves spoke over the radio. 

“Shadows are coming any minute now. I’m around the corner waiting. Get over to us, quickly!” 

Johnny slid you his spare gun as Diego quickly came out of his room at the commotion. So much for stealth you said as you quickly grabbed a knife from your garter and nailed it between the mans eyes, His body crumbling quickly as you walked over to collect your knife. Alejandro binded Valeria’s hands and feet and then threw her over your shoulder. 

“Que haces?” What are you doing? Alejandro barked as you bent over to rip off your heels. 

“My heels will give away our position.” You seethed back. 

“Too late for that.” Soap said as more guards came from the elevator. You and your brother quickly picking them off.  You all easily slipped out of the back way, your heels in your left and your gun in your right. The street lamps were dimmer at the back of the house but still laid a clear path through the city. 

You ignored how the ground began to pain your feet as you ran barefoot, the three of you ran in a line. You were at the front, Alejandro in the middle, Johnny in the back

A van suddenly drove in front of you and you held up a gun as the back doors flung open. Ghost suddenly grabs you as Rudy helps Alejandro. His strong arms around your waist disappearing just as quickly as they were there. You turned around just in time to help Johnny up as the doors slammed closed. You quickly found a spot beside Ghost, Johnny sitting on your other side. A soft silence took over the group. Small conversation between Rudy and Alejandro brought some relief. 

“Ye turn into Cinderella?” Soap smiled as he referred to your shoes. 

“Maybe.” You smiled back. You bent over again to put them back on, a quiet whine passed your lips as the arch of your foot was stretched out again.

Ghost was silent as he finally saw the outline of scars on your back. He didn’t say a word as he recognized the soft lines as previously healed lacerations from an object striking your skin. 

Johnny noticed them too but had a different reaction. A quick breath in was taken but he didn’t say a word as he exchanged a glance with his lieutenant. 

You leaned back and took a deep sigh as you moved your garter down and took out the two knives. Even as the van turned you still flipped one of the throwing knives between your fingers. Your brain still recounting the events as it played through your head. 

“Why’s Cinderella so bad at football?” Ghost murmured to you. You peered up at him, a curious look as you responded. 

“Beats me.” 

“She always runs away from the ball.” 

A quiet chuckle passed through your lips as you leaned back fully. A sleepy feeling overcoming your body as you let it take you, a little nap couldn’t hurt right? 

Ghost was tense for the rest of the ride as your head lay on his shoulder. He wasn’t going to move an inch even as the three men stared at you and him. You were completely relaxed as if you were in a queen bed and not resting your head on the massive boulder of muscle that Ghost called his right shoulder. The softness of your features juxtaposed your outfit and the demeanor it was supposed to give you.

While Johnny was shocked to see you sleeping on his lieutenant, he wasn’t going to complain. For once, you weren’t clawing at your skin or sweating like you had a fever. Even if you found comfort in a man who scared the shit out of everyone, maybe that was what you needed. To feel safe, guarded. 

The lurch of the van suddenly stopping woke you up. Your body whipped up and tensed again as you woke. Your hand gripping the gun like you were ready to snap. 

Everyone quietly walked into the safe house as a chair was set up to put Valeria on in the interrogation room. 

Graves was watching you like a hawk as Rudy handed you a change of clothes when you made your way to the bathroom. 

By the time you had gotten back the interrogation had started. 

“Alright. How do you know eachother?” Graves barked out as you stood by the door. You wouldn’t enter, not just yet. 

“Know is a strong word.” Came Alejandro’s response 

“Las palabras fuertes son importantes. Nuestra palabra es nuestro valor, ¿no?” Strong words are important. Our word is our worth, right?

“Vete a la verga, hija de puta. Que te voy a matar!” Go to hell, you son of a bitch. I’m going to kill you! Alejandro suddenly lunged and you saw Rudy and Soap grab him. Rudy slowly got him to calm down 

“Hola Chiqui.” Valeria's clipped response, ignoring the rage of her old comrade. The woman quickly noticing you even though you had changed out of your clothes, jewels, and taken off your makeup. 

“Hola Valeria, are you going to tell them how you know Ale or am I going to have to?” You said as you slowly approached her.

“Vamos, tell them.” Alejandro growled.

“I don’t take orders anymore. Even the dogs at Las Almas know not to bark at me.” Valeria quipped back before you slowly approached her. 

“Bueno, entonces, ¿podría decirles a mí? Me lo debes a mí, teniendo en cuenta a quién sirves ahora” Well then could you tell them, for me? You owe it to me considering who you serve now. You said as you met her gaze. A look passed between you, the woman knew exactly what you were referring to and sympathy passed over her gaze. 

“Sabes que yo no te hice” You know that I didn’t do that to you.

“Pero aún así dejas que sus perros te laman la palma de la mano” But yet you let his dogs lick your palm. You growled to her, your gaze was harsh on her. 

“Different squads, same unit. You were the wild ones, huh “los vaqueros”.” Valeria spoke to Graves and then she peered to you, “and you were there little translator hm?” A silence passed over the group as the woman continued.

“My squad was clean cut, seńoras y señores, everyone respected each other and nobody crossed any lines-” 

“Until the raid on the son of La Araña. ¿Te acuerdas?” Do you remember? Alejandro spoke, cutting off the woman abruptly. 

“Why’re you doin’ this?” Graves spoke, cutting off the interaction. 

“You tell me... you're the contractor, no? What you don't do, your competitors will.” Valeria spoke. Ghost’s deep voice cut through the conversation as he spoke. 

“You're a narco, harboring a terrorist…” 

“Terrorism is good for business. It's insurance.” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” Alejandro spit out, anger evident in his tone. 

“¿Puedes sacar la puta cabeza del culo por un segundo? Puta madre, Alejandro.” Can you get your fucking head out of your ass for a second? For fuck's sake, Alejandro. Valeria sneered, the room heating up just before Graves moved a hand over Valeria’s shoulder, calming her.

“As long as there is a war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs. To find your so-called terrorist, and your missiles, you need me. To prevent bloodshed.” Valeria said, her tone indicating exactly what she wanted. 

“No, I'm not doing this…” Alejandro growled. Alejandro picked up his weapon and started to leave, Rudy’s hand catching his arm to stop him. 

“Doesn't change anything.” Johnny said. Alejandro whipped around to your brother, his face seething anger.

“It changes everything! Fuck! Don't make a deal with her, it never ends well. Just ask your sister.” Alejandro said, his gaze shifting to you as he stormed out. Johnny froze before approaching you in front of Valeria. 

“Looks like it's your turn to tell the truth.” You spoke, ignoring the comment. 

“I want the missiles, I want the target, and I want Hassan. And you've got ten seconds or I'm gonna show you the difference between the military and me.” Graves spoke, looking down at the woman. 

“I don't know the targets. I'm a courier. I move things. I can tell you where to find the missiles. When you return, I'll tell you where Hassan is. In exchange, you will let me go. And get the fuck out of Las Almas. Se me largan ya- “ Now leave. 

Soap looks at Ghost and Rodolfo, before nodding at Graves. Everyone left the room and as the door closed you heard Graves spoke. 

“Deal. Until then... you're stayin' right here.” 

Johnny immediately grabbed you as you walked out.

“What the hell happened, huh?” Johnny said, following you as you walked towards the van. In a moment of anger, and possibly catharsis, you told him the truth. 

“Valeria made a deal with the narcos behind our backs. I was kidnapped and tortured for a week before Rudy and Alejandro found me and saved me. I was transferred back to the US the second I recovered, that’s all.” You said. All of the men froze as you said it. Johnny’s gaze softened as he let you go.

You entered the van with a sigh. Taking a moment to breathe deeply. Your hands coming up to hold your face as you felt hot tears pool in your eyes. You knew it would be hard telling him but you wished you had told him when you were calmer, not in the heat of the moment when tensions were high.

Ghost lit a cigarette outside as he pulled his mask up to his lips, deeply inhaling the tobacco. He knew it was hard for you here, he glanced at your file but that part was conveniently left out. Your file said you left on the reason of pure reassignment. He watched Johnny slowly enter the van.

“I dinnae know.” Johnny said as he slid beside you. 

“I know Johnny.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” 

“How the hell was I supposed to? Should I have just waltzed up and said Hey Johnny sorry I’ve been gone for two years but now I’m back after being tortured and nearly raped by a cartel in Mexico but I missed you!” You shot back.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. 

“I know you are.” 

“I’m here now.” Johnny spoke, his hand reached out to take one of yours. 

“Took ya long enough.” You shot back. The man chuckling as everyone else joined you in the vehicle.

You lost track of everything going on and before you knew it, you were in a car with Ghost, Johnny, and Alejandro driving back to base. The car in front of you, containing Graves and his shadows, stopped at the entrance of the base. The rain poured hard onto the car as you got an uneasy feeling. Everyone got out of the car. You stood next to Alejandro. Ghost and Johnny behind you

“What's this?” Alejandro barked out. The rain is coming down harder now. 

“This is the immediate future. Step away from the gate.” Graves said, the look he gave you made you uneasy. 

“What?” Johnny said, confusion surrounding your face. 

“You heard me.” Graves spoke again. 

“You're crazy, this is my base.” Alejandro said, the disbelief evident. 

It's not a base. This is a sizable covert facility and I admire it- So, I'm taking it. You boys have been relieved. Thank you for your service.” Graves said, the uneasy feeling quelling over as you realized what was happening.

“No, no, no, I don't take orders from you.” Alejandro growled.

“Didn't Valeria say that? Now that makes me wonder what else I don't know about your affiliation with a drug lord?” Graves spoke again, taunting the man. Alejandro stepped forward..

“What the fuck did you just say to me, pendejo…” Alejandro said, you came out from behind him, and put your hand on the Mexican’s chest, putting yourself in the middle to make space. 

“You're out of line, Graves.” came your voice, calm and easy. 

“Don't do that. Don't... do that. No one needs to get hurt here, sweetheart.” Graves responded to you. 

“Are you threatening us?” Ghost spoke up, feeling how nasty this was about to get. 

“Soldier, I don't make threats. I make guarantees. So let's not do this.” The texan spoke, looking across the group. 

“I’m calling Shepard.” Soap said, turning around and walking back to the car. 

“General Shepard sends his regards.” Graves spoke, a chill running down your spine, “He told me y’all wouldn’t take this well, especially you, sweetheart.” 

“He knows about this?” Ghost spoke up, gripping his gun as he turned sideways to Johnny. The Scotsman now looked worriedly at how close you were to the texan. 

“He's put me in command of this operation from here on out. So, y'all need to stand down. It's time to let the pros finish this.” Graves said, stepping forward.

“Graves you don’t have to do this.” You spoke out, pleading with your eyes.

“And why the hell are we talking like this is some kind of a negotiation? It's not. I've got my orders and now you have yours.” He shot back. 

“And who the fuck do you think you are, cabrón? My men are inside!” Alejandro yelled. 

“I'm afraid not. Your men have been... detained.” Graves said, smirking. Just as Alejandro lunged forward, you pushed him out of the way. A shadow pushed you against the vehicle and you felt zip ties quickly enclosing your wrists. 

“Get your fucking hands off of me!” You shouted, thrashing against the vehicle. Alejandro was slammed beside you, a soldier detained him as well. The sound of gunfire filling the night air. The last thing you heard was Johnny shouting your hand and Graves whispering as the world went black. 

“Too bad you couldn’t save them with your screams this time, Banshee.”

Author’s Note - uh-oh…

[deepinsideyourbeing]

Standing in the light of your halo - Esteban Kukuriczka

+18! Dom!Esteban, spanking, breve nipple play, sexo oral, alusión a bondage y/o shibari, fingering, sexo sin protección, face slapping, spitting, begging, creampie, aftercare, edades no especificadas. Uso de español rioplatense.

Esteban te sostiene firmemente sobre su regazo, el bulto entre sus piernas roza tus costillas y la palma de su mano impacta con fuerza sobre tu piel ardiente una y otra vez, sin darte respiro. Tu voz es apenas un murmullo al contar y agradecerle por cada nalgada.

-¿Color?- pregunta, dirigiendo sus dedos a tus pliegues mojados y moviéndolos de arriba abajo. Te resulta difícil concentrarte y la siguiente vez que habla, acentúa sus palabras tirando más fuerte de los mechones entre sus dedos-. Contestá cuando te pregunto algo.

Tomás aire.

-Verde.

Siembra un par de besos en tu espalda luego de un último roce a tu centro y masajea tu cuero cabelludo por unos instantes antes de obligarte a reincorporarte para sentarte entre sus piernas, sus manos se deslizan desde tus caderas hasta tus pechos desnudos salpicados con las marcas de sus dientes. Besa tu mejilla, tu cuello, desciende hasta tus hombros y deshace el camino que trazaron sus labios hasta llegar a tu boca, pero no te besa.

-¿Querés que te coja?- asentís-. ¿Sí…?

-Sí, por favor.

Sus dientes capturan tu labio inferior mientras una de sus manos te aprisiona contra su pecho y la otra juega con tus pezones. Sus dedos no muestran piedad alguna y emite un sonido de falsa simpatía cuando te quejás a causa del dolor, sonido que sería convincente de no ser porque sentís la forma en que su miembro caliente palpita contra tu espalda baja y humedece tu piel.

En un rápido movimiento te deja de rodillas entre sus piernas y tus manos se ubican de manera instintiva sobre tus muslos para que pueda verlas con claridad. Acaricia tu rostro con suavidad y perseguís el calor y confort de su mano mientras mantenés contacto visual con él, los destellos verdes en sus ojos fundiéndose con el color ámbar ahora que sus pupilas están dilatadas.

Te perdés contando las pecas que salpican la piel de sus mejillas y el puente de su nariz, observando cómo los mechones rubios caen sobre su frente y sus cejas, la particular forma en que sus labios se fruncen y delatan así el deseo y la necesidad que siente por vos. Recostás tu cabeza contra su pierna y la sombra de una sonrisa amenaza con romper su semblante serio.

-¿Puedo…?- tu mirada alterna entre sus ojos y su miembro, erecto y goteando.

Cuando asiente dejás escapar una respiración temblorosa, deseosa de tenerlo en tu boca, y sin perder tiempo cerrás tu mano alrededor de él. Lo masturbás con lentitud y un agarre firme, hipnotizada por la aparición de gota tras gota de líquido preseminal, por los suspiros y por sus palabras de aliento que te incitan a continuar. Tu pulgar juega con su punta brillante y roja, provocando que su excitación impregne su miembro y también tus dedos.

Comenzás besando sus muslos, dando alguna que otra mordida inofensiva para luego plantar besos sobre su miembro y delinear con tu lengua la vena que lo recorre. No pasa mucho tiempo antes de sentir su mano sobre la parte posterior de tu cabeza, una silenciosa indicación o una orden que obedecés inmediatamente: cuando tu lengua se desliza sobre su punta y su sabor invade tus sentidos tus labios se cierran sobre esta para comenzar a succionar con fuerza.

Esteban no te la hace fácil, por supuesto que no. Su mano ejerce presión para que tomes más de su miembro en tu boca y no se detiene al sentir la forma en que tu garganta se contrae –una sensación que lo vuelve loco-, sabe que de necesitar parar vas a tocar su muslo dos veces. Acaricia tu mejilla y limpia las lágrimas que desbordan tus ojos antes de liberarte, observa fascinado la forma en que su miembro y tus labios permanecen conectados por un hilo de saliva.

Toma tus manos entre las suyas y masajea tus muñecas antes de llevárselas a los labios para besar con delicadeza las marcas en ellas, el recuerdo que las cuerdas de yute dejaron en tu piel. Cubre de besos el dorso de ambas manos y las yemas de tus dedos, cerrando sus ojos y suspirando cuando su lengua prueba el rastro que dejó en vos.

Te ayuda a ponerte de pie y te recuesta en la cama deshecha, el movimiento realzando el aroma de sus respectivos perfumes en las sábanas. Sus ojos recorren tu cuerpo de manera intensa antes de recostarse a tu lado y separar tus piernas con un simple toque de su mano, sus largos dedos instalándose entre tus muslos para acariciar superficialmente la piel alrededor de tu entrada.

-Mirá cómo te mojaste- acerca su mano a tu rostro para que puedas apreciar la forma en que sus dedos brillan bajo la tenue luz de la lámpara-. Abrí.

Tus labios se separan e introduce dos dedos en tu boca, el sabor de tu esencia esparciéndose sobre tu lengua rápidamente. Esteban clava sus ojos en los tuyos y observa la forma en que batallás para sostenerle la mirada cuando comienza a golpear tu garganta con sus dígitos: una de tus manos cerrándose sobre su muñeca a modo de advertencia, o tal vez súplica, basta para que los retire. Te recompensa besando tu mejilla y presionando sus dedos contra tu entrada.

-Por favor- humedecés tus labios-. Necesito…

-¿Qué necesitás?

-A vos.

Una sonrisa de satisfacción tira de sus labios y sus dedos se hunden en la calidez de tu interior con movimientos lentos, medidos y expertos. Centra su atención en tus puntos más sensibles, una acción reflejo del conocimiento que posee sobre tu cuerpo, y minutos más tarde su pulgar masajea tu clítoris siguiendo el mismo ritmo.

Tus gemidos cada vez más altos acompañan los sonidos obscenos que reverberan en las paredes desnudas de la habitación y las muecas que atraviesan tu rostro, junto con la contracción de tus paredes alrededor de sus dedos, le permiten saber que tu orgasmo se acerca. Normalmente te haría esperar, pero decide darte el capricho sólo por esta vez y cuando intentás advertirle asiente de manera comprensiva para hacerte saber que tenés su permiso.

Silencia tus gemidos besándote en el momento justo y disfruta el hecho de que te cueste corresponder el beso, tus piernas se cierran con fuerza ante el placer abrumador y no sos consciente de que tus uñas se entierran sobre la piel sensible de uno de sus hombros… Pero no le importa, Esteban adora que todo el mundo sepa que te pertenece tanto como vos a él.

Retira sus dedos y utiliza tus fluidos para lubricar su miembro, pero se detiene al posicionarse entre tus piernas para apartar los mechones de cabello que caen sobre tu rostro y asegurarse de que te encontrás en las condiciones adecuadas para continuar. Desliza su punta entre tus pliegues y el calor de esta te roba un suspiro que se transforma en un gemido cuando por fin te penetra.

Para distraerte del ardor inicial provocado por la intrusión, Esteban acaricia tu cadera y dibuja círculos sobre tu clítoris sensible. Observa la forma en que su miembro se desliza entre tus pliegues, tu entrada apretada cediendo lo suficiente para que él logre hundirse profundamente en vos, y aparta la mirada de vez en cuando para observar en tu rostro las expresiones que ya conoce. Están grabadas a fuego en su memoria pero no puede evitarlo, adora verte.

Te perdés en el placer y la sensación de sus caricias, de tu boca sólo surgen palabras sin sentido pero Esteban comprende que es la forma en que rogás por más. Descansa su peso sobre una de sus manos y la otra toma tu mejilla antes de comenzar a mover sus caderas con fuerza, abusando de tu punto dulce como sólo él es capaz de hacerlo.

El pulgar rozando tu mejilla se desliza entre tus labios y su mirada vuelve a perderse entre tus piernas, la imagen desplegándose frente a sus ojos es casi suficiente para hipnotizarlo y tus gemidos son su melodía favorita, siempre acompañada por el ostinato que producen sus pieles en contacto.

-¿De quién es esta conchita?- remarca sus palabras con una fuerte embestida-. Decime, dale.

El dedo en tu boca te impide hablar casi tanto o más que el placer que nubla tu mente y Esteban es consciente de ambas cosas, pero no significa que deje de esperar una respuesta de tu parte. Retira el dígito de manera brusca y la palma de su mano impacta con fuerza sobre tu mejilla, el escozor devolviéndote a la realidad demasiado tarde.

En un segundo te posiciona dejándote sobre tu estómago y se sienta sobre tus muslos, desliza sus uñas sobre las aun notorias marcas que sus manos dejaron en tu piel hasta hacerte llorar y luego masajea la zona afectada. La punta de su miembro roza tu entrada por una fracción de segundo antes de que te penetre con fuerza y deje caer su pecho sobre tu espalda, su peso corporal haciéndote sentir protegida al igual que sus labios besando tu cabello.

Con las fuerzas restantes en tu cuerpo te reincorporás lo suficiente para voltear a verlo, intentás pedir que te bese pero lo único que escapa de tus labios entreabiertos son gemidos y sonidos de desesperación. Acerca su rostro al tuyo y escupe sobre tu lengua, observando con atención la forma en que las emociones tiñen levemente tus mejillas antes de tragar su saliva.

La sensación de su miembro golpeando el punto más profundo en tu interior te lleva al borde de otro orgasmo, ocultás tu rostro contra la almohada y tu mano se cierra sobre su muñeca.

-Por favor, por favor- rogás, tus palabras apenas audibles-. ¿Puedo?

-Sí, bebé- besa tu sien con delicadeza, una acción que contrasta con la agresividad de sus estocadas y los sonidos húmedos que estas provocan.

Intentás ahogar un grito mordiéndote el labio, pero es completamente inútil una vez que alcanzás el orgasmo y el placer se extiende por todo tu cuerpo. Una de tus manos se cierra con fuerza, haciendo un puño con las sábanas, mientras las uñas de la otra marcan nuevamente la piel de Esteban y aprisionás la almohada entre tus dientes.

Unos segundos más tarde, cuando la sensibilidad  post orgasmo amenaza con convertirse en tortura, sentís la forma en que Esteban llena tu interior y sus movimientos se detienen. Susurra palabras dulces en tu oído, entre ellas apodos como princesa y bebé, y riega besos en cada sitio que sus labios encuentran en su camino hasta tu boca.

-¿Estás bien?

Te aclarás la garganta.

-Perfecta- le dedicás una sonrisa.

Su miembro abandona lentamente tu interior y observa la forma en que su semen escapa de tu entrada -que se contrae ante la pérdida de él-, cayendo sobre tus pliegues y manchando las sábanas. Utiliza un dedo para recoger los restos de ambos y los empuja nuevamente hacia tu interior haciendo caso omiso de tus protestas.

-¿Qué te parece si nos damos una ducha y comemos algo?- propone mientras te ayuda a sentarte. Es una pregunta retórica, no tenés otra opción; Esteban es sumamente cuidadoso y jamás permitiría que experimentes los efectos de un descuido o la falta de atención luego de una sesión. Además, ¿por qué te negarías a ser consentida por él?

Te acompaña al baño y ambos esperan a que la temperatura del agua sea la ideal para entrar en la ducha, ignorando el vapor que empaña por completo los azulejos y el espejo. Lava tu cabello con cuidado y hacés lo mismo con el suyo, masajea gentilmente tus hombros y los músculos de tu espalda, y cuando salen observa con atención cómo realizás tu rutina de skincare.

Se acerca y rodea tu cintura con sus brazos, la punta de su nariz rozando tu cuello mientras mira tus ojos en el reflejo del espejo. Te sonríe, agotado y somnoliento, y sabés que tu lugar en el mundo siempre será entre sus brazos.

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ respondendo a essa e essa ask; elenco lsdln x sextapes; menção a sexo desprotegido (divas usam camisinha), creampie, oral (masc. e fem.), masturbação (masc. e fem.), public sex, face slapping e choking; degradação (uso de um ‘putinha’).

enzo:

ele ama fazer fotos de tudo e isso nós já sabemos. ao invés de vídeos mais explícitos, iria optar por registar momentos mais sugestivos, seria quase como um ensaio fotográfico sensual, porque todos os cliques teriam qualidade profissional. 

gosta de tirar fotos de ti, especialmente, muito mais do que gosta de aparecer. fica por cima e te registra o torso, com uma mão no seu quadril, te deixa confortável sob as lentes ao dizer o quanto te acha linda. 

suas fotos favoritas seriam do pré, quando te tinha com um sorriso tímido para a câmera, e do pós, quando ele registrava os jatos de gozo na sua barriga ou em outra parte do seu corpo.

falando nisso, se fosse para filmar algo, ele definitivamente escolheria dois momentos: o que você está gozando e ele enquadraria o seu rosto na câmera, porque era fascinado nas expressões que você fazia, ou quando está saindo de ti, só para capturar as respirações ofegantes e o gozo dele escapando de ti.

te pedia para falar com a câmera, gostava desse joguinho de provocação em que ele te fazia revelar o quão bem ele te fazia sentir, te fazia pedir por mais para as lentes também. ‘mírame, nena, olha bem aqui e me diz o que você quer que eu faça. me diz e eu faço’.

esteban:

obcecado em filmar você se tocando para ele, começa te filmando de longe, mas vai chegando cada vez mais perto até que ele começa a se tocar também.

uma das posições que ele também gosta muito de filmar é quando vocês estão de ladinho. ter você, de frente e com as pernas bem abertinhas para a câmera, enquanto ele aperta os seus seios e beija o seu pescoço.

todas as filmagens dele são bagunçadinhas, porque sempre se deixa levar pelo prazer e acaba mexendo demais o celular, às vezes até deixa ele de lado porque precisa te segurar com as duas mãos e te sentir melhor.

ADORA ser filmado quando está fazendo sexo oral em ti. gosta de filmar os dois, na verdade, mas a ideia de fazer isso em frente a uma câmera o enlouquece por completo.

também gosta muito de te filmar por cima, porque adora focar especificamente nos seus seios balançando enquanto ele está metendo em ti.

matías:

só usa o celular para fazer as fotos, não liga se a qualidade for baixa, na verdade, ele adora essa ideia de que é como se vocês estivessem fazendo um pornô amador.

ADORA tirar fotos dos corpos de vocês juntos, se for de frente para o espelho, então…se você estiver no colo dele, vai registrar ambos assim, o seu reflexo de costas e uma mão dele na tua bunda, apertando.

vai te filmar mamando ele (e é o que mais usa quando está com saudades de ti) enquanto te diz todo tipo de sacanagem, vai te pedir para olhar para a câmera, porque quer ver a sua carinha de putinha carente quando estiver batendo uma, vai dar zoom no pau dele entrando e saindo da sua boca e só para depois de gozar no seu rostinho.

gosta de filmar vocês dois trocando carícias em público, a mão dele por dentro da sua saia, levantando sua blusa e apertando seus seios, mas também te pede para rebolar no colo dele quando estão em um local isolado. 

vocês sempre tiram um montão de selfies com as mãos dele te enforcando ou apertando os seus seios (ele provavelmente vai ter uma dessas fotos na carteira).

pipe:

também só usa uma câmera profissional para fazer os vídeos e fotos também.

a posição que ele mais gosta de fazer (e ver) para os vídeos é quando vocês estão de frente para a câmera, com você de quatro. ele vai puxar o seu cabelo, te dar dois tapinhas na bochecha e te mandar olhar bem para a câmera (ele também é obcecado nas expressões que você faz durante o sexo, é o que ele mais sente falta quando está longe).

gosta de te exibir para a câmera, vai filmar cada detalhe do seu corpo, cada detalhe mesmo. 

vai te pedir para falar sacanagens durante o vídeo também, quer te ouvir dizendo que quer ser fodida por ele, que pertence a ele, que é a cadelinha dele. e depois adora ouvir todos esses áudios. plus: ele vai te enviar tudo isso em pura provocação em alguma ocasião. 

quando você veste alguma lingerie, ele adora te filmar da cabeça aos pés, te pede para dar uma voltinha só para que ele possa dar um zoom na sua bunda e sempre vai acabar dizendo para a câmera o quão gostosa você é. 

simón:

te coloca de frente para o espelho, sentada no colo dele e te pede para tirar uma foto assim. ele vai segurar os seus seios e colocar a cabeça na curvatura do seu pescoço. adora tirar fotos com as mãos em ti, principalmente polaroid, vocês guardam um monte!

gosta de apoiar o celular em um travesseiro para filmar os dois quando ele está por cima e te enforcando. 

também gosta de tirar fotos para guardar na carteira, tem uma sua quando te filmou de cima e te colocou para mamar os dedos dele, fez uma fotografia de quando você sorriu para ele, cheia de malícia. 

é exibido e gosta de aparecer para a câmera também, até porque sempre tem em mente que esses vídeos são para vocês dois e ele adora a ideia de saber que você vai se tocar depois enquanto assiste ele te fodendo. então, ele sempre dá um show para a câmera.

não faz vídeos apenas do momento da transa, ele também adora filmar os beijos de vocês antes, principalmente aqueles que são mais babadinhos e ficam estalando

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The Fractured Moon - Part 1

Yandere! Marc Spector - Jake Lockley - Steven Grant X f!Reader

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

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Summary:

Marc Spector always knew he wasn't right in the head. Jake and Steven were a perfect example of that. He'd managed to figure that part of his life out though, learning how to live with his alters in a way that left everyone happy, including Khonshu.

That all changed when Steven spotted you during a tour at the museum. There was no explanation for the way his heart stopped in his chest, or the way he knew he had to have you, but they all felt it, and it left their minds fractured beyond repair.

Disclaimer:

I created this fic for the sole purpose of exploring the yandere thing as a fanfiction "kink" in a safe way and in a safe space. I in no way would want this to happen to myself or someone else. This fic is not a reflection of my moral beliefs. - Further, this fic is not an accurate representation of people with DID (dissociative identity disorder). These men happen to have DID and I'm putting them in a situation where they would have an unhealthy obsession with the reader character.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, Stalking, non-con, somnophilia, rape, mentions of murder, drugged sex, kidnapping, manipulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, threats of physical harm, copious amounts of sex, copious amounts of unprotected sex, blood, unrealistic refractory period, biting, slapping, hitting, reader is smol, choking. This is a Dead Dove Do Not Eat situation.

Word Count: 13.7k (I...I was inspired)

Spanish Terms:

Estoy de acuerdo = I agree

hijo de puta = motherfucker

Quiero tocar = I want to touch

buena niña = good girl

Steven was the first one to notice you, standing by the sarcophagus the museum had on display. He could see you through the archway that separated the museum floor and the giftshop. There was no explaining what it was that captivated him. It could’ve been the way your eyes lit up so full of excitement while the tour guide spoke; it also could’ve been the way your smile seemed to make the entire world come to a screeching halt; regardless, something about you took his breath away and left him clutching his chest behind the gift shop counter. Donna snapped at him, and for once, he didn’t care. He’d just found his reason for living…his purpose…it was you.

It started with a simple conversation. He walked up behind you while you were listening to the tour guide and put a daring hand on your back. You spun around to face him, eyes full of confusion, unsure as to why someone would just walk up to you and touch you like that. You were wearing something low-cut, Steven’s eyes quickly took inventory of your appearance. So much more beautiful than he had the capacity to fully grasp.

You felt a moment of discomfort under his traveling gaze. He was looking at you with his mouth partially open, lips quirked in a sideways smirk while his eyes crawled over every inch of you. You stepped back and pulled your blazer over yourself, feeling a little uncomfortable with the way he was staring.

“Can I help you?” You asked, trying not to sound too rude. It was possible he was just awkward and bad at talking to people.

Now that Steven had your attention, he wasn’t sure what to say. Did he just randomly ask you on a date? No, surely you’d think that was insane. Did he tell you how beautiful you were? No, that might be creepy.

“Just tell her you’re sorry pendejo, you’re creeping her out.” Jake muttered from within Steven’s mind.

“S-sorry, thought you were someone else.” He said to you, taking a step back.

“Oh, it’s okay.” You gave him a courteous smile before returning to the tour. 

You thought about that interaction for a few minutes while the tour guide droned on, wondering who he’d mistaken you for, and why he would’ve looked at her like that.

“Something’s not right, Steven,” Marc said from the headspace while Steven stood there, hand still pressed to his sternum.

“Si, something about her is so…”

“Tantalizing.”

The other two agreed in unison. Steven sauntered back to the gift shop, trying to go about his business, but no matter what, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He was in a daze, going through the motions of his job, but not mentally present. Donna approached, and he didn’t even notice her right away. She had to say his name a minimum of three times to get his attention.

He looked up at her, aggravated by her seemingly incessant need to make him feel like a nuisance. She was smacking her jaw together while chewing her gum.

“Stevie, we’re out of the hippo plushies, I’m gonna need you to go downstairs and bring a case up here.”

Steven didn’t want to miss the chance of seeing you, he had to see you again. Surely your tour would be ending soon. If he wasn’t in the gift shop when it ended, he might not see you. He couldn’t take that risk.

“The plushies can wait. I’ve got something more pressing to worry about right now.” He protested, looking out toward the museum entry to see if he could spot you among the other patrons.

“Oh yeah, like what? You’ve got something better to do than your job? While you’re at work?” She said, continuing to chew her gum obnoxiously between her teeth.

“Fine,” Steven conceded, knowing that he didn’t really have a good reason to stand there and wait for you, not one that he could give his boss anyway.

Steven walked out to the entry hall, where you would be walking by to get to the giftshop once your tour concluded. He stopped before turning down the hall toward the stock closets. He spotted you, coming toward him with your group and felt his breath catch suddenly. He thought he might collapse.

As you walked toward the gift shop, you saw the man again, and noticed he was staring once more. You furrowed your brow at him while you passed before averting your gaze awkwardly. He was looking at you so…so…it was like you were the only thing in existence. It made every nerve ending in your body stand up, screaming at you to leave, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to seem weird. Plus, you were in a public space. There was nothing to be afraid of…right?

Donna was shouting Steven’s name incorrectly, pulling him out of his trance. She tapped his shoulder roughly. Steven gulped down a breath of air and within a split second, it wasn’t Steven anymore.

“Shut it, puta, I quit.” Jake said walking out of the museum doors.

“Jake, we can’t just quit my job, how are we gonna…”

“Your job isn’t necessary, compadre.”

It was true, as much as Steven hated to admit when Jake was right. His job was a good way for them, as Moon Knight, to keep themselves under cover. No one would suspect a timidly mannered man that worked as a gift shop clerk to be an avatar for the Egyptian moon god.

Jake blinked in the harsh sunlight, looking to see where you could’ve gone. Since it was a nice day out, you were probably walking, which meant you would be easier to find.

“Let me out, I can find her,” Marc said.

And find you he did. He followed you after seeing a glimpse of your blazer blowing in the wind as you turned a corner down the street. He tried not to get too excited, careful not to break into a jog or a run after you. Marc had to find a balance between getting too close, thus alerting you to their presence, and being too far away that he might lose you altogether. He followed you a few blocks when he watched you walk into the library.

“She…she likes to read,” Steven observed.

Marc could feel how excited Steven was by that prospect alone. You had something in common with one of them. There was potential there. Maybe this would go better than they thought. He stopped before going inside though, feeling unsure about what it was they were actually doing there. He’d seen how uncomfortable his alter made you when he first spoke to you during your tour.

“Marc, what are you doing? Go inside, now.” He’d never heard Steven sound so demanding, or dark, and something about it compelled Marc to move forward.

He walked into the library and nodded awkwardly at the librarian. Marc didn’t know where you were yet, and he still wasn’t sure what he would do once he did find you. He couldn’t very well walk over and strike up a conversation with you. You’d notice the out of place American accent immediately and think they were crazy. He started idly walking, staying behind shelves in case they did find you. He didn’t want you to notice their presence.

When he finally found you, Marc’s guilty conscience caught up to him. You were so cute, grabbing a book off the shelf in the aisle across the way before walking to sit down in one of the big bean chairs. You smiled as you opened the book. The cover read, La Belle et la Bête. An unmistakable smirk snuck over Marc’s lips at the sight of you.

Someone walked by the aisle, cutting off his gaze and forcing him to shake his head from the fog you’d unknowingly placed him under. What in the hell were they doing? Marc wasn’t a psycho stalker, neither were the other two, and yet they’d followed you all the way there, and they stood watching you. That wasn’t like them at all. They were the good guys. They were the guys that stopped creeps like that.

Marc walked down the aisle and exited the library as quickly as he could.

“Where are you goin’?” Steven asked, almost frantically as Marc started his way down the street.

“We aren’t crazy, we aren’t going to stalk this poor girl.” He said, as they walked away. It didn’t stop him from thinking about you though.

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When they reached their apartment, a dark and dingy place that was mostly occupied by Steven, they were all flustered from the events of the day. Marc was still fronting, but his alters were muttering wildly in his head. Jake was going on in Spanish about how beautiful you were, and Steven was in full agreement. Marc was still trying to understand this new feeling, the urge he had that he’d never felt before. He felt this huge need, like if he never saw your face again, he might just die.

“We have to go back, we have to see her,” Steven said, excitement brewing in his tone. If he had control of the body, Marc imagined he would be pacing and hyperventilating. “Never seen anyone like that, so gorgeous, so…so damn pretty. Wasn’t she so pretty Marc?”

“We just need to calm down.” Marc said, breathing heavily himself and leaned himself against the couch tiredly. “Maybe if we just sleep it off we can-”

“Did you see the way she looked at us, Marc? I think she likes us.” Steven said. “The way she smiled…”

“She wasn’t into us, we startled her.” Marc protested. “You creeped her out.”

“Did not. She smiled at me, I bet if we had asked her out she woulda said yes.”

“Did you notice how soft her skin looked?” Jake asked, and there was silence, as though all three of them were recalling your appearance. “We don’t need to talk to her, but what I wouldn’t do just to look at her again.”

Marc’s thoughts consumed him. He remembered seeing your lips while you sat there in the library, for that brief moment. You did look so beautiful. Your eyes lit up at whatever was on your page, not noticing the man who was watching you intently while he just tried to figure out a way to actually approach you.

Your lips looked so soft, and he couldn’t help imagining them against his. He wanted to devour you in the best way. No one had ever made Marc feel so shaken, he could normally keep himself together. His cock was nagging incessantly against the zipper of his pants, begging for stimulation. He shifted, trying to ignore it, but what he wanted to ignore, the other two wanted him to deal with.

“If you’re not going to do anything about it, amigo, let Steven or me take care of it. I’d love to spend the night thinking about our little princesa.”

Marc grumbled, but gave in to his more primal urges and pulled his pants and underwear down around his thighs. When he looked down at his cock, he was ashamed that it was already leaking just from thinking about you so much. Not to mention that he was so fucking hard. He shifted himself, leaning back a little, grabbing it firmly in his caged fingers. Marc pooled some spit in his mouth and dropped it over the head, letting the saliva trickle down his thick shaft. All he could picture was you, so sweet and innocent while you got into your book. A heavy sigh left him while he brought his hand up in an even stroke.

“She was so pretty, wasn’t she Marc?” Steven urged, “I’ll need a turn with the body when you’re done, yeah?”

“Quiet, Steven.” Marc said firmly.

“Sorry, can’t help myself. I just keep thinkin’ about how good her breasts looked, pushed together like that…I just wanna feel them, hold them in my hands. I bet she has pretty little nipples, too, don’t you?”

Marc groaned at the thought of having one of your tits in his mouth. He assumed that you had cute little nipples, and he imagined that you would gasp when he sucked on each one. He then thought about how sweet your little cries would be while he took hold of your body and thrust into you. You had such a nice voice, you’d probably make the best noises.

“I bet she has a tight little cunt,” Jake sounded rough. Marc knew he only had a little time before his alter took over to satisfy his own needs.

“Bet you’re right.” Marc said, not bothering to attempt pushing them out anymore. They were fueling his thoughts of you.

“Oh, I’d love to feel it, bet it’s all wet.” Steven sighed heavily.

“F-fuck.” Marc started jerking faster, but he didn’t get to finish.

Jake couldn’t stand it anymore, the thoughts of you brought him out into the open, forcing Marc into the headspace where he would remain for the evening, begrudgingly. Deep down though, Marc still felt riddled with guilt, so didn’t protest much to his alter taking over. Jake bit his bottom lip, adjusting his position to one he liked better, a looser grip, and shoulders more relaxed. He worked faster than Marc, at first anyway, letting out a sharp exhale while he jerked himself. There wasn’t enough slick beneath his fingers, so he globbed more spit down his length.

“See, I think Jake’s onto something. I wonder if she’d like us taking her slow, or if she’d like us to take her fast, real fast.”

“She wouldn’t like any of it Steven, we’re not…doing any of that.” Marc’s guilt for thinking about you so much was becoming more apparent, but he still couldn’t stop himself. “She would look good though, wouldn’t she?”

“Gotta know what she feels like, gotta know how tight…mm” Jake put his arm up on the back of the couch and leaned back, spreading his legs wider. “Little princesa.”

Jake slowed down, moving along the length of his shaft and enjoying the way it pulsated beneath his fingers. He knew if he ever got the chance to show you how it felt, you’d like it, too. Just when he couldn’t stand it, so close to spilling hot white ropes all over Steven’s shirt, he stopped, bringing his hand to the couch cushion and letting it rest there.

His cock bobbed, having been so close to climax. Jake was panting heavily, sweat started beading on his brow. His cock was aching, so swollen it might burst. He looked down at it, watching the way his precum beaded at the slit, piling so much that it trickled over the side. Steven was practically screaming from the headspace to be let out so he could finish them off.

“Be patient, Steven,” Jake said as a warning, waiting a little longer before wrapping his fingers back around his thick cock.

He churned his hips upward into his palm, letting out a soft exhale at the feeling. His mind kept going back to how tight and wet he hoped your pussy was; how soft he hoped it was. It wasn’t like Jake to give into obsession like this, but something about you had flipped a switch in their minds, fracturing the line between order and chaos. He imagined himself fucking you until you screamed his name. He thought about how good you would look so cock drunk you could hardly open your eyes.

“I keep thinkin’, she was smilin’. I think she’d like anything we did to her.” Steven said, furthering the delusion in his mind that you were as into them as they were you.

“Like…like what?” Jake grunted, increasing his pace and encouraging Steven to keep muttering the filthy thoughts in his mind.

“Oh anything, I think she’d love if we kissed her, told her how pretty she is, filled her with everything we’ve got.”

“Yeah she would, she’d like that…hmm…”

Just as he was there, with his abdomen tightened in preparation for his release, Jake let go of his cock once again, letting it sit there, twitching as it was denied further friction. He let out a sigh of longing, but he knew waiting would make it all the more explosive. It didn’t matter though, the other alter was chomping at the bit, and couldn’t wait any longer.

Steven came out to the feeling of painful throbbing between his legs, desperate for more attention. He gathered another huge glob of spit together and dropped it down over his length. He moaned deeply the moment he started moving his palm over the slick and veiny surface. He was anything but quiet, whimpering and whining while he got to work. It felt so good, and thinking about the way your slick cunt would feel if…when he finally got the chance to have it just pushed him so much closer.

“We’ve got to feel it, we’ve got to…oh shit.” Steven bit his bottom lip so hard he thought it might bleed.

“Estoy de acuerdo.” Jake muttered, “I want to taste.”

Marc was staying silent now. Steven presumed he was feeling the guilt of this obsession that was brewing, but Steven couldn’t care less, he was so enraptured by you. He grabbed the couch tightly, squeezing the cushion with all his strength. He was stroking himself fast, thinking about how wet you would be if only they had the chance to show you how good they could make you feel.

“That’s it, Steven, bet she’d like to feel us filling her up. Who do you think she’ll like best?”

It wasn’t lost on Marc that Jake and Steven were speaking as though they were actually going to have you some day. Steven couldn’t take it anymore, he felt his climax build, pooling in his groin and then shooting in hot spurts against his patterned button-down. He was groaning deeply, bucking upward even after the last shot, just loving the feeling of emptying himself to the thought of you. They all were loving the thought of emptying themselves into you…

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It was their hope, Marc’s especially, that their obsession had been curbed with the evening of self-love, but it hadn’t. Over the next few weeks, they each found themselves going from casually walking by places they hoped they might find you, to full on following you from one destination to the next. On Fridays, you could be found in the library, on the beanbag chair, reading a book that you would take home for the week. Steven thought it was cute what a fast reader you were.

Marc would see you at work sometimes on the other days of the week. That was how they learned that you were a waitress at a local diner. You probably didn’t even realize that you handed Marc coffee, and that he eerily resembled the guy from the museum some time ago. They’d considered asking you out on a few occasions, but they kept reverting back to the one problem they faced…the fear of rejection. What if you said no? They’d be forced to take drastic measures, and they didn’t want to scare you away. They couldn’t imagine anything worse.

Jake would watch you in the night. Most nights, after you were finished with work, you would go home to your little first floor apartment in the crappy part of town; but on the weekends, he’d see you go out with your friends, laughing and drinking. One weekend was different though, you changed your routine, he saw you out with someone else.

There was a man, roughly their age, and they all felt an immediate cold feeling wash over the body. You were sitting with him in a nice restaurant. You were wearing something pretty, a tight little red dress that hugged your curves beautifully. It was clear you’d styled your hair specifically for this outing, and your makeup was done in a way that they hadn’t seen before. You liked this guy. Jake’s hands clenched into balled fists at his sides.

“Who’s that man?” Steven asked, aggravation apparent in his tone. “Don’t like the way he’s lookin’ at her mate.”

“Looks like she’s on a date,” Marc said, feeling a mixture of pain and relief. Maybe this was how they moved on.

Jake tsked, shaking his head slowly, “hijo de puta.”

“You don’t think he’s gonna…that he’s gonna touch her, do you?” Steven sounded worried, like if the man touched you, you might disintegrate into thin air.

“Not a chance,” Jake said in a gruff tone.

They watched quietly, save for Steven who whined through the majority of your date. He was so worried about the man tainting you, as he put it. And if Jake was being honest, he agreed. The thought of someone else burying their filthy disgusting cock in your perfect little cunt made them all enraged. They were relieved when the man brought you home and then left without even coming close to doing what they’d feared. They each appreciated what a good girl you were.

You’d never hear from that man again, and you’d always think it was because he ghosted you, when in reality it was much darker than that. Despite Marc’s protests, Jake couldn’t stand by and let someone else touch you. The thought of it had driven him to near madness. You were their little princess, not someone else’s to do with as they wished.

“I don’t think this is what Khonshu intended we use the suit for,” Steven said, despite being in agreement that the man needed to go somehow.

Jake snapped back, “that fucking bird needs us, he doesn’t care what we use the suit for.”

On a night not long after that, Jake found himself smirking while standing outside of your window, watching you while you readied yourself for bed. Your skin looked ridiculously soft. He wondered for a moment if you knew you were being watched. Surely you must’ve, it was apparent in the way you removed your bra and turned toward the window. Why else would you have left your curtain open like that? If you didn’t want to be seen, you would’ve closed your blinds, right?

Steven burst out to the front when that happened, seeing your erected nipples on display made him feral. He did all he could to not open your window right there and take you where you stood. Some drool dribbled down his chin and he wiped it quickly on the sleeve of Jake’s jacket.

“Oh come on, pendejo, that’s disgusting.”

Steven ignored him. His eyes burned when he didn’t blink, not wanting to miss even a millisecond of time with you. In just moments, you were covering your blinds, and they weren’t able to see anything else. They still stood there, hoping that you would give them just one last peek before they left for the night, but they’d be left disappointed.

The next morning, Marc knew you were at work, having passed by the diner on his way to your apartment. He had a plan…a thought to hopefully end this insanity once and for all.

“Marc, what are you thinkin’?” Steven asked cautiously as Marc shimmied open your window.

“You’ll like it…trust me.” He grunted, pulling the window open completely so they could slide through.

Marc still felt guilty for all the things they did; watching you, following you, jerking their cock to you almost every single night since they’d first seen you, but he knew there was no stopping it. He couldn’t get you out of his head, in the same way he couldn’t get Jake and Steven out. You were as much a necessity to him as the air he breathed.

“Maybe if we just…get ourselves a little something, we can stop this nonsense. Maybe just a little taste will be enough.” He hoped that they could find some way to move on from the mess, and everyone could get back to their normal lives.

The bedroom of your apartment was cluttered, but not dirty. They appreciated beyond words that you’d left what Marc had in mind right on the floor for them. A nice, silky pair of black panties just laying there. He leaned down, grabbing the thin fabric in his hands. He was tempted to press them to his face right then and there, but knew that doing so would lead to a longer visit than intended. He wouldn’t be able to resist the lingering ache that came with it. Even thinking about it at that moment made him start to feel a need growing inside his jeans.

“Look, there’s her hamper,” Steven pointed out the basket in the corner of the room, “maybe we could grab two more pairs, one for each of us.” 

“No, we don’t want her to notice.” Marc protested, slipping back out the window without a trace, save for the missing pair of panties he hoped you’d never notice.

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It was later that night, after they’d spent the day with you, watching you work and seeing to it that you went to bed, that Marc was in his own bed with your panties in one hand, and his cock in the other. He’d stripped down naked the moment he got home, eager to finally get a look at their prize. They were soft, beautiful, and just knowing you’d had them touching the most delicate part of your body made his cock ache with need.

“Smell it, Marc, what’s it smell like?”

Marc obeyed his alter’s request, already being curious himself, and brought the part that had been closest to your cunt up to his nose. He inhaled deeply while making an upward stroke. He shuddered on his exhale. You smelled…delicious. It was too good to be real. You smelled indescribable.

“Marc, please let me out, let me try,” Steven started from the headspace. He was the neediest of the three, and Marc knew he had to work quickly to make sure he got this time for himself.

Marc ignored both of his alters now, wanting to revel in the silence of his thoughts, imagining that he was burying his face in your delicious pussy lips instead of just inhaling the remnants of it on your panties. He felt his cock throb, just imagining how your core would feel on his tongue if he shoved it in there. Your walls would contract a little while he slurped your sweet juices.

He tossed his head back, biting his bottom lip while he ran his palm over his precum slick shaft. You had such an effect on them, he’d never leaked that much before. He worried that thinking about you was starting to make him feel insane. Then he thought…what if he actually got to touch you?

Marc would have to continue those thoughts from the headspace, because Jake couldn’t take it anymore. Marc protested briefly, fighting to keep control, but the smell of your pussy was too intoxicating to his alter, and Jake needed to have it first hand. He dragged the crotch of the panties up his nostril with a deep sniff and then he nearly collapsed. The scent was unbearably arousing.

“Jake, please let me have the body, please. I need it,” Steven said. “Give it to me now.”

Steven’s thoughts had taken a darker turn since the first time he’d seen you, but Jake was too enraptured at that moment to bother listening to him. He switched the silky undergarment to his dominant hand and wrapped it around his cock. Just touching it to his body sent an unbearable tingling through each nerve ending. Jake had never whined like that, it surprised even him. The same thing that touched your cunt, was now touching his cock. It was the closest they had been to feeling you like that.

“You’re gonna ruin it before I can get a shot,” Steven was getting even more antsy, “please bruv, I need it.”

Jake didn’t give a shit if he ruined the panties. In fact, he fully intended to coat your silky underwear in his hot sticky cum. He had no intention of handing the body to Steven. The other alter could sit in the headspace and suffer for all he cared. Just the thought alone was driving Jake mad. He wanted to make sure he could give it his all, so he waited, like before, pausing just before his release. 

He sat there for a moment, breathing heavily through his nostrils, allowing his cock to settle before starting again. He was still hearing Steven shouting, nearly breaking down the walls that separated them. Steven had never been so eager to front, and Jake had to admit it was a struggle to keep him at bay. This wasn’t typical Steven behavior, but you’d changed their dynamic ever since you came into their lives.

Jake was painfully hard again. Precum was trickling over the sides and sticking to the satin fabric. Jake stroked the cloth over himself slowly, sucking in a breath and wrinkling the sheets in his fist. It was slick now, sliding easier. He wondered what you’d done in those panties.

Did you touch yourself? Of course you did. You had to have. He imagined you, arching your back with your fingers plunged deep inside of yourself, squelching your arousal around your digits with every deep drag. You were probably masterful with your hands, knowing exactly how to fuck yourself in a way that made you a panting mess while you came all over your little hands.

“Fuck…mm-princesa…” he was close, so close. “Right there…gonna…ah…”

“Oh, God,” Steven said, taking a deep breath now that he finally had control. He finally felt the sensation of your panties against his cock in full. His entire body rattled the bed frame. “So sweet, oh my…”

Steven clutched the undergarments in both of his shaky hands and brought them to his nostrils, depositing some of his own precum on his lips. He took a deep breath. He wasn’t even worried about grabbing his cock yet, he was so focused on inhaling every bit of you that he could get. It felt like the times Marc drank too much, intoxicating, and leaving Steven’s eyes unable to open beyond halfway.

“So good, never smelled-anything-oh fu-.” Steven’s body quivered. His chest was heaving, each exhale accompanied with a high-pitched whine, “s-so fuckin’…mm-oh.”

Steven thrust his hips hungrily. He stuck out his tongue and dragged it over the crotch of the panties, right where your hole would’ve gone. He whimpered and moaned, feeling his cock pulsate harshly, bobbing against his abdomen. He was coming, covering himself in his hot spend and filling the room with his heavy groans. Steven continued churning his hips upward into nothing, like he was fucking the air.

By the time he came down from his orgasm, the body was spent, tired, and unable to continue after that. Steven fell asleep with your silky black panties on his face.

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Marc was relieved at first when he thought his solution worked. There was no need to keep stalking you when they had such a perfect piece of you in hand. It was a good solution, until he started losing time again. Marc didn’t realize at first that one of his alters was using the body to take pictures of you while you undressed, showered, and slept. He found the pictures, a couple weeks after they’d stolen your panties, printed out and stuffed in a box under the bed.

“You weren’t supposed to see those,” Steven muttered from the headspace. “Those were just a little thing for Jake and me. Put them back.”

“You guys, what the hell?” Marc’s brow remained furrowed, but his heart rate betrayed him as he shuffled from one photo to the next. “We aren’t supposed to be doing this. This was all supposed to…stop.”

You were simply fucking breathtaking though.

Marc shut his mouth after his breathing turned ragged and suddenly felt so foolish. He stuffed the pictures back in the box and slid it under the bed. He went to the bathroom and got into the shower, desperate to wash away the filthy thoughts coursing through his mind. Jake must’ve been the one to take the pictures, being sneaky as he was. Surely he’d done it behind Marc’s back so he wouldn’t have to hear the scolding.

Marc was right. Jake had gone to your apartment two weeks after they got their first souvenir, after they’d sufficiently caked it in so many layers of cum that it had lost your scent, to get more. When he got there, and snapped the first picture, he wondered to himself why they hadn’t snagged any photos of you before. Surely a picture or two would help them curb this growing desire, right?

Twenty-seven. Jake Lockley took twenty-seven photos of you.

He hid them in the shoebox under the bed, in hopes that he and Steven could enjoy them and keep it from Marc. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep them from Marc, but Jake knew that when he found out, he wouldn’t be happy. He knew what Marc was trying to do, get back to some sense of normalcy for the three of them, and while Jake commended him on his valiant efforts, he couldn’t shake the urges inside.

Marc was still trying to convince himself that they could come back from how far they’d gone. He was letting the hot water run down over his body and trying to tell himself that despite following you for weeks, stealing your underwear, taking pictures of you naked, and killing your date, they could move on, and pretend none of it had happened. No matter how hard he tried though, he kept thinking about you, all the times they’d watched you, and now he had photos.

He could stare at you whenever he wanted; your perfect body, lips, and eyes, all of it was right there for him to look at. He should’ve been scolding his alters for using the body to get them, but he was so enamored by those little treasures they’d gathered now that he was almost grateful they’d done it. He was painfully erect by the time he got out of the shower, resisting every urge to relieve himself to thoughts of you, but he didn’t have the willpower. When it came to you, he never did.

“Marc, you stay away from the one of her lips, that one’s mine,” Steven said firmly.

Marc was too ashamed to even admit to the voices in his head that he was about to jerk off to pictures of you, but he suspected that they knew full well what he intended to do. For once, they were quiet, each waiting to have their turn. Marc used lotion this time, desperate to feel the slick glide of his fingers over his length. He wanted to stroke himself and imagine it was you, soft and wet.

He chose three photos in particular. One of you standing in front of your window, arching your back in profile view. Your perfect breasts had him whining while he dragged over his cock, relishing in the delicious sensation. He knew it probably paled in comparison to how you really felt, but this was as close as he was ever going to get.

The other photo was one of your legs. They must’ve been so close to you to get that picture. Your blankets were off of your body, hanging lazily over the side of the bed. You had worn just underwear and a shirt to sleep. Was that what you normally wore? He hoped so. Your skin looked so soft, so perfect. There was a small peek of your asscheeks sticking out under the hem of the panties. Marc could only think about how badly he wanted to touch you. He let out a choked whine at the thought.

The final image he’d chosen was one of you just out of the shower. He started wondering if you knew you were being watched. Why else would you stand in front of your window like that…

That’s when Marc realized that wasn’t a photo taken from outside…it was taken from inside your apartment. A chill ran over his spine, Jake had been inside your apartment while you were awake, likely tucked away in your closet.

“You guys…” He paused his movements, “you were in her apartment while she was awake?”

“Had to get the perfect angle, pendejo, enjoy it or give up the body so one of us can take over,” Jake said harshly. 

No way Marc was letting that happen. He needed that sweet release. All too often Jake or Steven would come in at the last second and take it from him. He felt his cock twitching against his abdomen, demanding his attention. Marc looked down at it, precum leaking over the sides. The lotion left white streaks all over the shaft. 

He started his smooth motion again, sliding vigorously over the veiny surface. Oh you were so pretty. So perfect in the way you posed for them. Marc tried to tell himself that what they were doing was wrong, but your expressions and posture confused him, almost like you wanted to be seen; like you wanted them to want you, to take those pictures of you. Whether it was true or not, it was working. 

They wanted you, more than anything.

Marc had the pictures spread over the top of the dresser. He grabbed the edge of the stained wood while he continued working on himself, filling the apartment with squelching wet noises. He lurched forward when the heat pooled in his abdomen, gasping a sharp breath while he felt his cock stiffen in his smooth palm. In a mad rush, he grabbed some tissues out of the box on the dresser and spilled into them with a flurry of deep groans.

Jake followed suit, once their short refractory period ran its course, grabbing his images of choice to chase his own release. He loved looking at you too, every curve of your body spoke to his deepest desires. He wanted to feel your skin grow hot from his gloved hand, striking you in an effort to make you more pliant. Your rear could take it, so round and soft, he could imagine the feeling of it under his firm grip.

When Jake was finished his turn, Steven came out like an animal in heat, scrambling with shaky hands for a picture they took of your lips. You’d been sound asleep when they took that photo. He didn’t want to admit it, but Steven did all he could not to thrust himself down your throat while you slept. He was sure you would’ve liked it, the way they tasted, but he also thought it may be a little too bold. If they were going to have some time with you, he was going to have to be more clever than that.

Steven’s precum was lubricating enough for him to run his cock along the glossy sheen of the photo, right against your lips. He imagined how it would feel, seeing them, stretched out around his girth. He thought even more about how good it would feel to have your throat contract when you gagged on his length. It took no time at all for him to turn into a mess of crying moans while coating the photo in his spend.

----

“S’not enough Marc, we need more,” Steven muttered while they stood outside of your apartment window once again.

You’d just gone to bed, this time leaving your blinds open like you did on occasion when the nights were warm. The soft rise and fall of your chest could be seen even at a distance. Marc felt his brow begin to sweat in anticipation. He didn’t want to do what Jake and Steven had done to get those pictures, sneak into your apartment with you inside, but he’d started to think that maybe if they achieved that delicious release in such close proximity to your body, they could move on. There was still a small part of him that believed they could move on, despite everything they’d done.

“This is so fucked up,” Marc said, taking a step closer to your window.

“Need me to do it?” Jake asked, itching to get out.

“Stop, I can do it…I just…” Marc growled, feeling the frustration of conflict inside his mind.

He paused, gulping and staring at you while you slept. His feet were frozen before finally he…

Marc blacked out, and hours later he was in their own house with a balled up and sticky pair of your panties in his hand, unable to recall what had happened. Marc hadn’t been to the house in a long time. Usually they stayed in Steven’s apartment. It was so close to his job, before he’d quit, and even closer to the crimes and villains that they had put off fighting since finding you.

Steven would remember how the night was spent though, he’d remember it for the rest of his life.

He had snuck in through your window with Jake’s encouraging words, and found himself standing at your bedside. They’d learned your sleeping patterns so well by then, knowing exactly when you were fast asleep based on the way you breathed. Steven wiped some excess saliva that had dribbled down his chin. Since it was warm that night you’d worn a tanktop and shorts to bed. He could see the roundness of your asscheeks peeking out from the hem of your bottoms.

“Quiero tocar,” Jake said in a dark tone from inside the headspace.

“We can’t touch…not yet,” Steven said in a low whisper.

He fumbled with his belt, careful not to let it clank too loudly as he undid it and then worked on his zipper. You shifted a little, but he knew you were still dreaming. He wondered if you were dreaming about him, or one of the other two. He still remembered how you looked at them that day at the museum, and he still felt like something in your eyes spelled love to him. 

Putting the excess spit that had once again accumulated in his mouth to good use, Steven dropped a glob down onto his cock. You continued breathing quietly, your sweet little voice falling over his ears like honey. He wanted you, he wanted you so bad. He could be quick, he knew he could, sliding into the bed with you, fucking you while you slept. If they were careful, surely you wouldn’t wake, right? Or, even better, you might wake up and find that you enjoyed it just as much as they did.

“I wanna fuck her.” Steven whispered suddenly, surprising even himself with the crass statement.

“Can’t risk it Steven, just leave her a little present on her legs compadre.”

“Yeah, yeah on her legs. Aces.” He agreed, excited by the prospect of their cum being on you.

He had to stroke fairly slow, trying not to fill your apartment with the loud wet slaps of him jerking off to your sleeping form. He focused on the apex of your thighs, right where he knew your tight little pussy was hiding. He imagined how wet you would be if only you let him have you. You’d be a mess, soaking and dripping down the sides of his cock.

“She’s such a pretty little princesa; bet that cunt is like heaven, I’d love a little taste.” Jake was getting more and more restless as Steven approached his climax.

“Jake, please, let me…”

He couldn’t resist, needing to feel the high that came with shooting spurts of cum all over the backs of your thighs. Jake came to the front, just in time to feel that mind-numbing euphoria that Steven worked so hard to achieve. He tried to make it up to Steven by bringing home a fresh and silky souvenir, the same one that Marc fronted with now in his hands, after Steven got to them first of course.

When you woke up in the morning, you would be puzzled trying to figure out what the sticky substance was on your bedding and thighs, but you wouldn’t ever know for sure.

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“I told you, Jake, I’m not okay with this. We can’t do it. This is wrong!” Marc was shouting from the headspace.

“Shut the fuck up, pendejo. We’ve tried it your way, now we do it my way.” Jake pried open your window slowly. “Sick of not being able to think straight.”

“Jake please, please, please let me out. Please.” Steven begged.

Jake was trying to keep Steven at bay, but he knew the other alter was going to get himself to the front one way or another. 

“At least let me get us inside, then you can have the body.” Jake stopped before climbing indoors, “if you fuck this up for us…”

“Don’t worry bruv, m’not going to mess it up, promise.” Steven assured him.

Jake was inside within seconds, and the moment his feet touched the ground, Steven forced his way to the front. He was more than ready to finally show you the love they’d kept pent up all that time. He quickly, and silently, toed off Jake’s shoes, and pulled off the gloves too. If Jake wanted those, he could put them back on later. It was going to be a long night, and they intended to stay a while.

He took off the jacket as well and placed it on the floor. Steven loosened up the tie, allowing the fabric to hang lazily around his neck. You were so sound asleep, breathing deeply while you dreamt. Steven’s cock was already leaking a small spot into the seam of Jake’s pants in anticipation of feeling your pussy walls surrounding his cock. He took them off quickly, stepping out of them silently.

You turned in your sleep, but your eyes stayed closed. You were so pretty, so precious just laying there without a clue. Steven clutched his chest, finding it difficult to breathe properly. Despite the nearly painful ache of his erection, he took a moment just to revel in your beauty, taking in the breathtaking way the sheets hugged your curves. Your lips were pursed, brow furrowed while you dreamt.

So fucking pretty, he thought.

“Steven, if you’re gonna do it, then just get it over with,” Marc said in a grumble. While the original was deeply bothered by their actions, he knew stopping him was impossible.

Steven walked around to the other side of the bed, and grabbed the sheet. Cautiously, he got under the covers, careful not to shift the weight too much and startle you. If he alerted you too soon, it would all be over. Steven was, once again, grateful you were such a heavy sleeper. It had proven to be helpful for them each time they’d needed to traverse your apartment in the night.

He hooked a finger in the waist of your shorts and dragged them down to your thigh. There was a small shift in your body, but your breathing remained the same, steady pace. Your skin was softer than he’d imagined. Just the light drag of his finger over the surface made his body spark with excitement. He felt himself salivating. Steven wanted nothing more than to lick and kiss your exposed shoulder, but he held back for now.

Steven brought a mess of spit down to slick his cock. He bit his lip while he ran his fingers over the length of it. The thought that he was about to finally feel you from the inside almost made him want to scream. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this alive. He brought an arm to hover over your side carefully, and started sneaking the other under your head. He was ready to move quickly if you resisted, though he hoped you wouldn’t; he hoped that you would wake and realize how good Steven was fucking you and that you’d lean into it a little.

As Steven’s large hand closed over your lips, and his other arm caged your body against his, squeezing tightly, you stirred awake.

“Sh sh sh, love. Shhh.” He urged, holding on tight as your little body squirmed against his chest.

You immediately started to whimper, fighting and breathing heavily, trying desperately to break free, but Steven was too strong. You screamed uselessly into his fingers. You wiggled your rear against him, feeling the jab of his cock against you. It was hard to believe this was happening, this couldn’t be real. Someone had snuck into your apartment and was about to-

Steven pushed his cock between your thighs, rutting hungrily until he found your entrance. He stopped there, feeling the wet slick of your heat coating his throbbing girth.

“You ready, love? Been waiting for this a long time, been waiting to feel you.” His voice was low against your ear.

You shook your head as best as you could and tried screaming again, but no one would hear you. The feeling of his cock against your folds alone was enough to drive him crazy. The fact that you were so wet let Steven know just how eager you were for this too, you just didn’t realize it yet.

“Oh God, love, you feel so good already.” He felt your warm tears hitting his fingers. “Yeah, I’m excited too, just one…second…”

He let out a deep groaning sigh as he stretched you out, gliding his cock into your tight cunt.

“Oh that’s it, love, oh this is better than I dreamed. Can’t wait to finally fill you up darling, you’re going to like it so much. Gonna-you’re gonna-ohh-want to give you all of it.” He was pumping in and out of you slowly, struggling to form a coherent sentence in the process.

To say it felt good to him was an understatement. Steven’s hips stuttered as he pushed full to the hilt once more. He felt your walls flutter around him. He knew you liked it, too. He wondered why they hadn’t done it sooner.

“Oh my…shit…” He thrusted, splitting your hole wide over and over. “Those pretty little sounds you make, been think–oh fuck…been thinkin’ ‘bout them. Never thought they’d sound so-”

It hurt, being stretched out like that, never having felt anyone that big before. You were so afraid, unable to move your arms. The more you shifted against him, the harder he squeezed. It got to a point where you worried he might crush you if you continued. His lips pressed against your neck in sloppy wet kisses, and he kept groaning about how much he loved you in your ear.

“Feel you gettin’ so wet.” He let out a sharp exhale, “knew you’d like me darling, knew you’d be good f’me.”

Steven kissed your shoulder, nipping at the skin and savoring the way it tasted on his tongue. You were delicious in every sense of the word. He could feel you stop fighting him, and he took that as a sign of compliance, of submission. Steven knew deep down that you’d liked them, he knew it.

“Won’t hurt much longer, not once you’re used t’me. God you’re so pretty, feel so good. Can’t believe I’m finally touching you.” He started thrusting his hips harder, dragging the head along your walls. “Thank you love, thank you for being such a good girl f’me.”

You were hiccuping from sobbing so hard. Your cries only encouraged Steven though, he thought you sounded so sweet like that, so innocent and precious. When you felt the unmistakable wave taking over your body, the one that contradicted your emotional feelings, you gasped, pressing your spine against his chest. It felt good, so good that you thought you might cry harder should he stop.

“Doesn’t that feel good, love? You’re squeezing me so tight I…oh shit…not gonna last much longer if you keep that up, yeah?” Steven felt your walls contracting over him harder now, telling him you must be close. “Are you going to let yourself go for me?”

Steven’s movements were relentless. Your bed scraped against the floor a little as he fucked even harder. He started thinking about how much he wanted to keep you, have you around to pleasure himself with any time he started to feel the need. Surely you’d like that too, of course you’d love when Steven made you feel good…right? He would always make sure you got your release too, every time, so long as he could help it.

“I’m gonna make sure you feel good darling, want you to feel good.” He was getting close, pulling your body closer as his orgasm approached, “and you know when I’m done, Jake is gonna come in here and mark you up, yeah? Make sure you remember that you’re ours now.”

You panicked, realizing what that meant…he had a friend there too, also intent on taking you for himself. Your breathing became short, and you squirmed again. Steven’s cock thrust into you harder when you did.

“Sh, sh, love, shh, stop.” He didn’t want to hurt you. In fact, Steven wouldn’t hurt you, but he couldn’t speak for Jake. “I don’t want you to get hurt, yeah? Better stop that now.”

You let yourself fall limp, accepting your fate finally as his assault on your cunt continued. You really were wet now, pussy squelching every time the man rutted into you, hips pressing flush against your rear. Steven felt himself overwhelmed with pleasure as his orgasm approached.

He was talking so fast, "I'm not going to pull out love, want to make sure I show you how much I love you. Wanna get you nice and full of me–so full. Would you like that?” He groaned into your shoulder, “yeah, ‘course you would. Oh here we go–here we go love–ahhh!” His hips stopped suddenly, pressed up against your body while his cock pulsated hot ropes inside of you. “Thankyou--thankyou--thankyou love, oh God thank you.”

You couldn’t stop the wave that came over you, pooling heat in your center and forcing your body to tremble against him.

“That’s it love, can feel you coming, too. Oh you’re squeezing me so hard.”

You couldn’t believe you’d started coming so violently at the hands of your assailant, despite your best efforts not to. You couldn’t help the physical response your body had to him though. He made you so wet, made your body spark with need. He felt so good, he was so intent on making sure you felt something too.

The switch happened without your realizing, and suddenly Jake lay there while his cock grew soft inside of you. Steven was sated, finished with you for the time being. He knew that he had to get you into a different position, or you’d try to run. Being crafty as he was, Jake planned for that, and brought something along to keep you silent. A cloth doused in chloroform, pulled from his breast pocket, sure to keep you pliant. He covered your face in the cloth, and you tried to struggle again, but this time fell limp against your will.

It was an hour before you woke up again. Jake was standing in front of you. He had his arms crossed over his chest, shirt open with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and gloves on. He was naked otherwise though. Your eyes seemed to sparkle as they opened slowly, meeting his hooded gaze. You tried to move, but your hands were tied to your bedpost. You opened your mouth to yell, but the man in front of you held up a finger.

“Here’s how this is going to go princesa...” He spoke just above a whisper.

Jake had a gun he’d placed on your dresser. He picked it up and cocked it in his hand. Of course it wasn’t loaded, he would never hurt you, but he needed you to behave. He smirked at the little hiccup you made at the sound of his weapon readying for fire. You noticed now, the distinct difference in his accent, this was someone else. The guy from before really did bring a friend with him.

“P-please I–”

“Sh.” Jake put a gloved finger to his lips once more. “I’m going to let you suck my cock sweetheart, and I know you’re going to do a great job. As long as you’re a good little girl for me, I won’t hurt you too bad when I’m done, alright? Maybe I’ll even let you come.”

“Why are you–why are you…” You sobbed, unable to speak the words on the tip of your tongue.

“Come on, no more talking,” He said in a low tone, “remember, if you’re good to me, I’ll be good to you, bebita.” Jake’s cock was leaking at the head, dripping onto the floor as he approached you. “If you want to misbehave, I’ll have to get rough, and I don’t wanna do that to you.”

You were so small, a petite little thing. You looked at his cock wide-eyed, fearing you wouldn’t be able to fit the whole thing in your mouth. It was big, thick and long. You gulped harshly, feeling terror wash over you even more. He’d said he didn’t want to hurt you, but what exactly did that mean? You were sure you didn’t want to find out.

Seeing you struggle to stretch your lips over his thick cock brought him more pleasure than he imagined it would. He couldn’t even get it all the way in your throat, but he didn’t need to, it felt so good without needing to go deeper. Your tongue splayed against the underside of his length made him thrust forward from the sensation, gagging you in the process. Your teeth grazed the shaft.

“Ay!” The cold barrel of the gun pressed against your temple forcing a gasping sob from you, “watch it, cariño.”

You did your best to get your lips over your teeth, even if only a little. Jake’s free hand rested on the back of your neck while he forced himself deeper. The feeling of your throat contracting over his cock made his head fall back. He groaned, voice sounding wrecked and feral with each plunge further into your throat.

It hurt, the way his girth threatened to stretch open your esophagus beyond its threshold. You whined, willing your lips to keep your mouth smooth for him, but you felt them struggling. For the second time, you touched his cock with your teeth, and for a second time, he winced and pressed his gun against your head even harder.

“Oh, I really don’t want to hurt you sweetheart, but I will.” His tone was dark and threatening.

“You better not hurt her Jake.” Steven said from the headspace.

You were a sobbing mess, so much that you pulled your head back off his thick and throbbing shaft. Saliva connected his cock to your glossy lips, and forced a sneer over his face. He knelt down on both knees, leaning in to meet your eye.

“Oh, princesa, you’re not very good at following directions, are you?” His smirk never faded, as though he were taunting you.

If you weren’t so cute with your swollen, glistening lips, and tear stained cheeks, he might feel less merciful. He was ready to see you come undone, after so much time spent waiting, only admiring you from a distance. Jake wanted to fuck you so hard your throat was bleeding from the shrill screams escaping your mouth.

“Don’t worry, we’ll teach you…another time.”

He grabbed your hip in his left hand and shifted your ass to rest between his thighs. The gun was still in his other hand, pressing against your waist, leaving an indent in your flesh. He could see how clearly afraid you were. Nothing looked more attractive to him than you being absolutely terrified of what he might do to you.

“Fight me, and you know what will happen, princesa. Don’t make me out to be the bad guy when all I’ve asked is for you to behave. Can you be good for me now?” He lined the head of his cock up with your entrance. “Hm?”

You nodded, “y-yes.”

You were too afraid to say no.

He thrust into you, and once again, the same body was fucking you open. Jake nearly fell forward, feeling you for the first time. It was like his cock was coated in smooth, silky velvet. This wasn’t the first time he’d been with a woman, but this was better than anything he’d ever felt before, because it was you.

“Fuck, princesa, you’re so tight.” He grunted through gritted teeth as he pulled back and then thrust forward again. He moved the gun to your chin, pressing it against your jaw harshly, “I want you to tell me how sorry you are for not following my very-simple-instructions.”

“Oh! No, please!” You rattled the bed, struggling against the silken tie Jake had used to bind your hands. “Please, no!”

Jake lost concentration when your cunt fluttered around him. It was almost as though you were enjoying his threats. He fucked into you harder, groaning out a slur of feral moans. He brought the barrel of the weapon down your abdomen and touched it over your clit. A sharp gasp escaped you at the icy sensation. You whimpered, feeling even more fresh tears trickling over your cheeks.

“I wanna hear you tell me how–fuck–how sorry you are, now!” His brows were knitted together tightly, eyes dark and forceful.

An unmistakable, and to you shameful, moan left your lips. The way he moved the metal barrel against your cunt sparked pleasure through your core. He heard it, clear as day. He knew he’d break you, one way or another. There was still a long way to go before you were fully theirs, but this was a good first lesson. You were already starting to learn that he was capable of giving you what you needed, if only you did what he asked.

“S-sorry! I’m sor–oh god–so sorry!” You squeezed your eyes shut, “please don’t kill me, I’m sorry please.”

“Mm, buena niña.” He cooed, voice sounding wrecked with his growing arousal. 

He reveled in the way your walls squeezed over him when he swirled the gun around your clit. He let out a snicker, lips curling at the sides. You felt your arms becoming sore from the pressure of the tie around your wrists, but the ache was dulled by the pleasure traveling all over your body. 

“I want you to look at me, and say, ‘I’m sorry Jake,’ now.”

He looked down and spit harshly on the gun, letting the saliva trickle down over your clit, allowing the weapon to slide around it easier. Seeing you squirm under the feeling of his gun while it teased that swollen little nub made his cock throb inside of you. When he looked back up at you, you were looking back. He loved to see your bottom lip quivering while you tried to talk but fell short of the words.

“Come on, I know you can do it for me.” He urged gently.

You were ashamed to find yourself a stuttering mess trying to talk to him, not out of fear or for being upset, but because you felt so fucking good. Your mind was screaming, telling you to fight, to do anything other than lay there and take it, but your body was doing quite the opposite.

He knew the effect he was having on you. Jake could see the way your eyes fought not to roll back into your skull while pleasure overcame you; He could see the way your lips stammered over themselves trying to get the words he demanded out; Most of all, he felt the way the soft walls of your pussy moved in waves over his cock, reacting every time he slid the barrel of his gun over your clit.

“I-I…”

You didn’t want to say it, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Go on princesa…you don’t want me to pull this trigger now, do you?”

“I’m s-so sorry J-Jake!” You managed to choke out.

His cock unmistakably twitched inside of you at the sound of hearing you say those words.

“Mm, now was that so hard? You sound so good, bebita. I knew you could behave yourself for me.” He churned forward faster, the hand on your hip was nearly bruising. “Now you’re going to relax, and you’re gonna come for me, si? No fighting back now…”

“Please let me go!” You sobbed more, filling your apartment with more desperate cries.

Unfortunately for you, the sound of your whimpers only seemed to encourage him further. Jake looked down. Beneath the gun he could see the way your pussy looked splitting over his girth. It was so slick and puffy from the way he and Steven had fucked and resized you.

“I’m almost done sweetheart, and when I’m done, Marc is gonna come in and you’re gonna be a good girl for him too, right?”

No, not another one, you thought.

Out of fear that he might threaten you again though if you didn’t comply, you nodded. As you felt your orgasm threatening to wash over you, out of your control, you felt shame mix like a poisonous cocktail with the pleasure. You turned your head away, tucking it into your arm, trying to hide your humiliation.

Jake wasn’t going to have that though. He wanted to look at your beautiful face while he made your mind go numb and body tense around him. He wanted to see you as you became so fucked out you could hardly keep your body upright anymore. You were seconds from unraveling at his hand, and he wasn’t going to miss a single expression on your pretty face.

“Come on, princesa, don’t hide that from me now, gotta see how precious you look when I make you come undone.” He cooed, changing the way he rotated the barrel over you ever so slightly. “You know the stakes.”

You bit your bottom lip to stop it from shaking as you turned your head back to meet his gaze. His eyes were so dark, brows so tightly stuck together. He looked down to watch your hole swallow him again and again before turning back up to see your eyes.

It was happening to you again, you were coming over the cock of your second assailant that night. You did as you were told, keeping your eyes on his while you bit your lip a little too hard and clenched your walls around him. His lids dropped and his brows relaxed just before you felt the searing hot spurts of his spend filling you to the brim.

He fucked you through it, pushing it all into you, mixing it with what still remained of Steven inside you. Once he felt he was fully finished, having stretched and fucked you to his satisfaction, he pulled out. You felt empty, finally, but your cunt was gaping, letting his cum dribble out onto the hardwood floor beneath you.

“Now princesa…I want you to say ‘thank you, Jake’.” He wiped the glossy spit that had accumulated on his lips.

“T-thank you, J-Jake.” You sniffled, and closed your legs together as he sat back from you.

“You’re learning so well already. My smart bebita.” He looked genuinely proud of you, a spark lit in your gut against your will. You ignored it. “Marc is going to be here soon, and when he comes in, heh, he’s going to spoil you rotten. Just always remember that I’ve got my eye on you. Don’t turn into a little brat, okay?”

You nodded in understanding.

“Good.” He tossed the gun aside, forcing you to flinch. “I’m never going to do anything to really hurt you princesa, okay?”

You gulped and nodded, “yes.”

“Okay, just need you to sleep for a while, I’ll see you again soon.” He pressed his lips into a hard line while he wrapped his gloved hands around your petite throat.

“N-no what…!”

You squirmed while he choked you, feeling the desperation in your body while you struggled to get air in your lungs. Jake’s hands were so big around your delicate throat. Steven and Marc both were hollering at him to go easy on you, but they both knew that Jake knew what he was doing. That didn’t stop Marc from taking over and letting go of you immediately. You had already fainted, but that was ok, he needed time to get himself prepared to have you himself.

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When your eyes finally fluttered open again, you were shocked to see the same man from before staring back at you. You were sure he’d mentioned a third person coming in to have their way with you, but here he was, still staring back.

“You’re awake, good.” Marc said, brows drawn together tightly with concern. 

“I thought…I thought there was someone–s-someone else.” You were still fatigued from tears, and speaking was proving to be difficult.

“That was my…” He didn’t want to tell you about his condition just yet, “brother.”

You were sucking your bottom lip in with your sobbing. You turned your head into your arm which hurt beyond belief. Having your shoulders in that position for an extended period of time had proved excruciating.

Marc couldn’t believe they’d come this far. Steven and Jake had both had their turn, and now it was his, but he intended to do things a little differently. He wasn’t going to take from you, not yet anyway, but he was going to give you something. Marc wanted to make you love him, from deep within yourself, to make you feel the same way about him that he felt for you.

He knelt down at your side, you instinctively pulled your knees up to your chest, looking at him pleadingly. Your eyes darted behind him. The gun the other man had used was shining in the moonlight. You closed your eyes tightly, sending a couple of stray tears shooting down your cheeks. Marc reached over and swiped a tear away with his thumb, letting his hand rest on your face softly.

“If you’re good for me, I’ll be able to help you, okay baby?” He looked into your eyes with nothing but love and adoration.

You didn’t understand why they were doing this still, but something about this one made you feel more safe than the other two. You didn’t say a word, you didn’t even nod, you just wanted to be alone now, you felt so tired, so weak.

Marc thought he could see you soften, so he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours, but you didn’t return the gesture. He put his lips together tightly as he pulled back, resting his forehead on yours. He was trying so hard not to feel frustrated. It was going to take time to get you to understand what an asset he was going to be for you. Marc brushed your cheek as he looked between your glistening eyes.

“I can’t help you if you don’t behave.” He spoke firmly.

Marc could tell you still weren’t going to return his affections, but knew you’d learn with time. He thought that maybe if he could make you softer, more pliant in his hands, you might come around. His hand left your face, brushing over the soft skin of your neck - to which you winced from Jake’s earlier assault - tracing down your breasts and peaked nipple, and finally resting over the tightly closed apex of your thighs. You squeezed your legs together even more.

“Come on honey, let me in.” He said just over a whisper.

“P-please don’t.” You begged, hiccuping again as more sobs forced their way through you.

“I just want to find a way to make you feel good, will you let me do that? Please?”

You were prolonging the inevitable. He was going to find his way to your cunt whether you let him or not, so you decided to slowly open your legs. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and an unmistakable grin crept over his face. You were opening up for him, letting him bring his fingers down to rest between your lips. A small breath of arousal slipped out of you.

“How’s that?” He had a mildly arrogant tone. “That feel good?”

You groaned despite yourself, hating that they’d all managed to find a way to make you feel so fucking good. You felt nothing but shame for the way you arched up into his touch. The pads on his fingers spread out, splitting your slick folds. He touched your entrance, forcing a pained wince from you.

“Oh no baby, I’m sorry, they really stretched you out, didn’t they? Don’t worry, I’ll give your little hole a break alright?” Marc reached his free hand up to cup your cheek and keep your forehead on his. “I know you’ll make it up to me.”

Your clit was coated in your juices and theirs, making it easy for him to slide his digits in small, rhythmic circles over it. He could tell from the way you were squirming that he was doing it right. Your sobs stopped and instead you were just moaning quietly now. Your eyes closed, but he wanted to see them.

“Open your eyes for me, baby.”

You kept them closed tight.

“Please don’t make me beg, I need you to listen to what I tell you. I can give you what you need, and I can protect you, but I need you to be good for me, please.” He leaned in and tried kissing you again, but once more you denied him. “Come on, let me kiss you, don’t fight me.”

You were shocked at the juxtaposition between his demeanor and his brother’s. He was so gentle in the way he touched you, like his only goal was to make you feel good, as if his own pleasure was secondary to yours. 

And for Marc it was. He knew that if all three of them were rough with you, they'd never get you to feel the same way about them as they did about you.

“Tell me how that feels baby, come on, use your words for me.”

“It f-feels-” You groaned deeply, angling your hips upward into his touch. “No, I don’t want this.” You shook your head, tucking your face into your arm opposite his face.

"Don't make this more difficult, I can make your time with us like a dream if you just give in to me." He continued to hope you would loosen a little, let yourself feel how he touched you. “Let me try something, okay?”

Marc kissed your cheek, slowly brushed his lips down your tender neck, left another on your collarbone, before cupping the swell of your breast and bringing your nipple to his mouth. His lips pursed around it. A small shudder quaked through your body, letting him know that what he did was working.

He couldn’t handle the ache any longer between his own legs. His cock was leaking profusely, and he needed to satisfy his own urges. He was going to keep his word though, he had no intention of penetrating you that night. Marc was able to brush his length along the soft skin of your thigh, making it slick with his precum and allowing it to slide easier.

He moaned over your nipple before flicking it with his tongue. You were churning your hips upward in rhythm with the repetitive swirl of his fingers. Marc couldn’t begin to express with words the way it made him feel to know you were using him to please yourself. He couldn’t have asked for a better outcome after their actions that night.

“Now tell me how it feels, please baby, tell me how well I take care of you.”

Marc didn’t stop dragging his cock over your leg, moaning incessantly while he did. You were crying again, feeling nothing but shame and fatigue while your third orgasm of the night approached. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of telling him how good he felt, but he wasn’t going to stop asking.

Marc looked up at you, brows raised and drawn together, pleading for you to tell him how he made you feel. Why was this one so different than the other two? The first one was so hungry, desperate and needy. The second was plain cruel. This one was so focused on you, wanting nothing more than to make sure you were okay; it was more confusing than anything.

“Let me go, please.” You begged, “p-please.”

“Can’t do that, don’t ask me that again, baby. I wish I could, but we’ve come too far now.” Marc brought himself back up to you, his hard cock rested against your abdomen now. It felt so heavy. “That’s why I’m trying to meet you halfway. I’ll take good care of you, but you have to be good for me, too.”

His face was close to yours again. You felt him churning against you, sliding his cock against your waist faster as his climax closed in. You could tell by the way it got harder, and swelled against you that he was desperately close. For the third time that night, you were close too, his fingers worked against you, forcing soft gasps from your lips.

“I’m gonna come for you honey, gonna cover you in it. You gonna cover me, too? Soak my hand in your-f-fuck.”

You felt something pool in your stomach, while he touched you. You couldn’t tell him that he made you feel good, but you could show him in the way he wanted. The thought of kissing him was repulsive, but if he was going to be your sole protector, then you needed to give him what he asked for. He was being so kind now, but you feared for what he might do if you didn’t give him his way.

You leaned in and slotted your mouth over his. Marc couldn’t believe you were actually kissing him. He could hear the other two muttering around in the headspace excitedly. Your lips were soft, delicious, and Marc wanted more. He slipped his tongue over your bottom lip before entangling it with yours in your mouth. His fingers worked faster, flicking over your clit while you were feeding him desperate cries.

He could tell immediately when you were coming because your entire body arched toward him, as though you wanted him to devour you whole. Your moans of deep pleasure were enough to inspire his own orgasm. His hips bucked forward harshly, rubbing over your skin while he coated your stomach and tits in his cum. He groaned with every thrust, and his body trembled when he slowed, eventually stilling altogether. His lips broke apart from yours with a soft smack. Marc’s eyes were deep and hooded while he looked into yours.

“Thank you for being so good for me, baby.” He pecked your forehead softly.

Marc knew they needed to knock you out again, and so he got up and started looking for the towel. The chloroform laced cloth would still work just fine. He would talk to Jake later about leaving such harsh bruises on you needlessly when he had the chance.

“What’s going to happen now?” You asked with a choked whimper, looking up at Marc.

“We’re going to take you home.” Marc said, kneeling down with the towel in hand. “Just take a deep breath, you’ll be alright, I promise.”

The last thing you saw before everything went black was his dark eyes on yours. 

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You felt your eyes burn with the sun piercing through your window. You took in a deep breath through your nostrils trying desperately to open them, wondering if everything that had happened last night was just a dream. It felt like you were in bed, warm blankets pulled up to your chin. Finally, your eyes came into focus and you took in your surroundings.

You sat up fast, realizing immediately that you weren’t home at all. In fact, you had no idea where you were. The room you found yourself in was clean with stark white walls and bedding, but the bars on the windows let you know that it wasn’t as nice as it first appeared. The door on the far end of the room buzzed before you heard an electronic latch open it.

He walked in, one of the three men who had had their way with you the night before. He gave you a soft and toothy grin. He put a hand up to greet you, he didn’t look as though he dared to come near the bed.

“Hi there, we haven’t met properly.” You noticed now that he looked nervous, though you couldn’t imagine why, he clearly had all the power in that moment. “I’m Steven. I thought I should introduce m’self. Figured since…well…since I came in behind you and all, you hadn’t really seen me yet.”

Except you had seen his face before. You’d seen it two other times that night. Once on Jake, and once more with the one named Marc. So this one was Steven. You’d been kidnapped by three brothers. 

“Where am I?” You asked timidly, realizing that your throat still ached from the choking and stretching you’d endured earlier.

He walked toward you slowly. Already, you could see the nagging press of his cock against the seam of his pants. He looked at you like he was ready to devour you the moment he got his hands on you. Steven bit his lip.

“Darling…you’re home.”

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[esuemmanuel]

Veo niños corriendo por entre las nubes, juegan a ser viento y vapor. Uno de ellos soy yo. Se me vienen sus risas a la cabeza y sus caprichos laten en mi corazón, son niños del viento, del cielo y del Sol... y hacen del viento su travesura; agitan los cabellos, abofetean los rostros y hacen temblar a los cuerpos que alcanzan a tocar. Dejen que les supure la esperanza. Dejen que les crezca el amor. Dejen que el mundo gire mientras ustedes danzan en su interior. Dejen que los ojos brillen y que los labios canten. Dejen que las manos vibren y que los corazones se dilaten. Dejen al abismo hacerse cielo y al cielo volverse abismo. Dejen a la tierra verterse como río en sus plantas de suelo triste. Dejen a la Luna bailarle al Sol. Dejen a las flores cantarles alabanzas. Dejen a los pies andar por senderos de ilusión descalza. Dejen a las aves abandonar sus nidos. Dejen al viento volarles los pensamientos. Dejen al agua mojarles la fe. Dejen que el fuego les arda en las entrañas y que la noche se vuelva mañana... Dejen al tiempo dejarse querer.

— Esu Emmanuel© , I see children running through the clouds they play at being wind and steam. One of them is me. Their laughter comes to mind and their whims beat in my heart, they are children of the wind, the sky and the Sun... and they make the wind their mischief; they shake the hair, slap the faces and make the bodies tremble when they touch. Let hope drain you. Let love grow for you. Let the world turn while you dance inside. Let the eyes shine and the lips sing. Let the hands vibrate and the hearts expand. Let the abyss become heaven and the sky become abyss. Let the earth pour out like a river into your sad soil plants. Let the Moon dance to the Sun. Let the flowers sing praises to you. Let your feet walk on barefoot paths of illusion. Let the birds leave their nests. Let the wind blow your thoughts away. Let the water wet your faith. Let the fire burn in your guts and that the night turns tomorrow... Let time be loved.

[cherry-wine-supernova]

Baila Conmigo - h.o.

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Latina!reader

Warnings: def some heavy steaminess in this, 100% smut with a hint of fluff

A/n: hello friends!!! It’s currently nearly 2am, and bc I have not yet written Dmitri Island yet, I figured this spicy one shot will do the trick in its place 🤗 this concept came about thanks to @hazshauntedbelle (who also was so damn kind enough to make this moodboard 🥺) and I discussing about how hot it would be to see Haz with a Latina reader! Don’t worry though - y’all can still imagine it to be yourself! I tried to make it easy to fit so that way all can enjoy! Song is “Baila Conmigo” by Jennifer Lopez, bc I love her so damn much 🤗

“Baby, there’s this club that’s in town, ya wanna see it?” You shout to your boyfriend, scrolling through your phone.

You and your boyfriend, Harrison, were on vacation in Puerto Rico for the week, and boy, did you both need it. With Harrison’s new show and your own demanding job, everything was starting to take a toll on the both of you. You were both itching to get out of rainy, gloomy London, and run to the sun and sand. Having family in Puerto Rico helped make the decision easier for you two, and within a week’s time you found yourselves on a flight to the island. You were posted up in your family’s guesthouse, far away from your family as they knew you and Harrison wanted your privacy.

“Sure, mi amor, where is it? What kind of club is it?” Harrison asked, peeking his head out of the master bathroom. He had just gotten out of the shower, so his sandy blonde curls were now darkened and matted on his forehead, water dripping down at a rapid pace.

“Um, it’s just down the street actually, and it’s...” you trailed off to scroll through the website, brows furrowed, “oh, mi vida, it’s a salsa club!”

Harrison’s eyes lit up as he stepped out of the bathroom, his bottom half covered by a white towel, his torso glistening post-shower. “Ooo, darling, let’s go for it! You know how I love salsa dancing.”

You saw Harrison’s eyebrows wiggle up as he sauntered his way over to you, arms wrapping around your waist. You couldn’t help the blush slowly trickle in on your tanned cheeks at his overall cheekiness. “Oh, papi, I know you do,” you replied as you snaked your arms around his neck, your red manicured finger slowly moving up and down.

Harrison groaned at the contact. “Babe, you know what that name does to me.”

“Hmm, don’t think I know, papi,” you joked, your eyebrows raising in feigned curiosity.

“Mami, you will learn now,” Harrison growled, pulling you in for a passionate, steamy kiss.

The kiss grew more needy after Harrison circled his tongue around your mouth, a moan escaping your lips. Your tongues wrestled for a bit until you both found a rhythm, hands knotting in hair and soft moans filling the room.

You pulled away after some time, desperate to get some air into your lungs. “Alright, mi vida, let’s get our asses to this club!” You shout, smacking his perky ass on your way to the closet.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” Harrison smirked, returning the favor as he smacked your full ass as he stood right besides you.

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You and Harrison arrived at the club, and needless to say, it was hot. From the music that was playing loudly on the speakers, to the dancers swaying close together sultrily on the dance floor, to the thick air of sex that engulfed you two as you walked in... it was like a little slice of paradise.

You shifted the red bodycon dress as you entered in the club, being careful of the high slit that dared to show more than what you were willing to in that moment. You turned to Harrison, who was wearing a light blue button-up with black tailored dress pants, and you couldn’t help but feel the heat start to form in your core. He left the first several buttons unbuttoned, leaving a sliver of his chest on display, and his curls were disheveled and extra sandy thanks to the weather. His skin was beautifully sun-kissed, and it made his icy blue eyes shine even brighter. You couldn’t wait to get him home, but first...

“You ready to show them how to salsa, mi vida?” You asked, tugging at his arm that you were clutching on.

“Oh yes, mi amor, let’s go,” Harrison purred as he led you two to the dance floor.

He turned you to face him as the next song played, taking hold of your hands as you started to sway your hips to the beat.

Imagínate

Tú y yo en la playa

La arena, el mar

El sonido de las olas

Recorriendo todo tu cuerpo

Bésame, Tócame

Y baila conmigo

You felt Harrison pull you closer, causing giggles to erupt from your chest as the music played, chests touching ever so softly as you both rolled your hips.

Vamo' a tocar

El cielo con las manos

Vamo' a olvidar

Esta noche todo lo malo

Vamo' a juntar la noche con el día

Vamo' a pegar tu boca con la mía

You pulled away, turning so your back was pressing into Harrison’s front, carefully grinding him as you kept on beat. You heard Harrison groan from behind you as he firmly placed his hands on your hips, and you definitely knew it was going to leave marks in the morning.

Imagínate conmigo en la arena

Yo besándote

Bajo la luna llena

Imagínate toda la locura

Que vamo' a sentir

Debajo de la cintura

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Nos movemos con la ola

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Tú estás solo, yo estoy sola

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Nos movemos con el viento

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Pero que rico lo siento

“Mami, you are absolutely killing me tonight,” Harrison whispered in your ear as he guided your hips to grind against his groin.

You moaned in response. “Oh, papi, that’s exactly what I was going for.”

You turned to face him, eyes wild with lust and desire, and brought your lips to his in a searing kiss, you tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth.

Harrison pulled you even closer, your nose touching his, and you felt his breath on your face as he groaned out, “Oh you’re gonna get it, mi amor.”

Pero que rico lo siento

Es como un fuego por dentro

La cabeza la estamos perdiendo

A las nubes ya estamos subiendo

Dale, dale, dale

Dale que dale más duro

Que la música rompa los muros

Que sola bailando me curo

Dale, Dale

You stumbled into the door of the guesthouse while you and Harrison were in the middle of an intense makeout, hands running all over each other’s bodies. Harrison slammed the door shut with his foot, and grabbed a hold of your ass, giving it a squeeze. You let out a whimper in response as Harrison’s hands trailed to your thighs, quite literally lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. Harrison led you to the bedroom as his wet mouth left bites and marks all over your tanned shoulder, moans filling the air.

Vamo' a tocar

El cielo con las manos

Vamo' a olvidar

Esta noche todo lo malo

Vamo' a juntar la noche con el día

Vamo' a pegar tu boca con la mía

Baila conmigo

“Oh, shit, Haz,” you moaned as he gently placed you on the bed, his kisses never stopping.

He slid off your dress with ease, and only stopped kissing your body to admire the lingerie you decided on today. It was a lacy, red strapless bra with matching panties, and he felt his already-right pants grow tighter in his crotch area. “Jesus, mami, is this all for me?”

“Fuck yeah, papi, it’s all for you baby,” you huffed out in response, biting your red-painted lips as he drunk in your appearance.

“Oh, the things you do to me, mi amor,” Harrison spoke as his hands made their way to unclasp your bra, morning at the sight of your breasts, hardened in arousal.

He immediately went and started leaving open mouthed kisses on top of your breasts, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. He then trailed down to your stomach, and you felt your body dip down at the soft touch. He stopped when he reached your underwear, slowly slipping them down off your legs. You lifted your hips up, and you felt his mouth go right back to your hipbone, his love bites becoming less soft and more rough.

You were a moaning mess under his touch, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him. “Harrison,” you whimpered, “please fuck me already, damn.”

Harrison looked up at you with a devilish smirk painted on his face. “Mi amor, before I do that I have to get you prepped and ready.”

He dipped back down to be in line with your core as he lifted your legs to be resting on his shoulders. You felt his hot breath ghost over your folds right before he started licking up and down. You moaned loudly at the contact, finally feeling some relief that you had been holding in for so long. You didn’t even care how loud you were or who heard you - at that point Harrison’s tongue lapping your core up like it was his last meal was all that mattered.

You felt Harrison’s mouth attach to your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you, your moans and the sound of your slickness colliding with his fingers filling the air. It wasn’t long before you felt that tightness in your stomach unravel, causing you to come all over Harrison’s fingers.

“Mmm, Mami, you look so good when I make you come,” Harrison said in between him licking each individual finger free of your juices, “let’s make you come again.”

“Yes, papi. Fuck me, please,” you moaned, “fuck me with your cock.”

Harrison smiled at you as he went and grabbed a condom from his toiletries bag. “Oh yes, mi amor, don’t you worry. You’re gonna get fucked so good.”

Before you knew it, Harrison had rolled the condom on his hard cock, and was pushing through your folds, a very loud moan escaping both of your mouths. He let you get used to him before you nodded to continue. You immediately threw your head back, gasping and moaning at how hard and fast he was thrusting into you. You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence as you heard the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your wetness making sloshing noises against his dick.

“Look at you, mi princesa, taking my dick like a good girl,” Harrison grunted as he kept relentlessly pounding into you, “always look good taking my cock, mi amor.”

You clenched around his dick at his words, rolling your eyes in the back of your head as he hit your g-spot, causing you to see stars. “Oh, shit, Haz, I’m gonna come.”

“Go ahead, mami, come for me,” Harrison groaned, and you felt his dick twitch inside of you before his groans turned into booming moans and panting.

As soon as you heard his words, you felt that familiar band snap again as you reached your second climax that night, this one hitting harder than the first. You panted as your came down from your high, and you felt Harrison go soft inside of you. He pulled out, and a whimper escaped from both of your mouths at the loss of contact.

Harrison took a second to admire you before he walked away to dispose of the filled condom and wet a washcloth to help clean you up. He walked over to you and carefully ran the cool rag down your folds, another whimper leaving your mouth at the touch. “Shh, it’s okay, mi amor, I’ve got you,” he whispered, his free hand gently caressing your face.

You nodded slowly in response as he finished cleaning you up. He threw away the washcloth in the dirty hamper, and made his way over to you. He sauntered over to the bed and slid in, grabbing your waist and pulling you close. You snuggled up close to him, your bare body nestling right beside him. “Oh, Harrison, mi vida, te amo,” you sighed into his neck, placing a light kiss on the nape.

“Y/n, te amo siempre,” Harrison responded softly, kissing the top of your head as you two drifted off into a blissful sleep. You both falling asleep thankful for finding one another, and never wanting to forget moments like this. Moments that are so full of love and passion, and how you both will spend the rest of your lives giving and receiving all of it.

Imagínate

Ay bendito

Tú, yo

Imagínate

El sonido de las olas

Imagínate

Recorriendo todo tu cuerpo

Imagínate

Baila conmigo

Ay bendito

Tagging some mutuals bc who doesn’t love haz smut? 🤗 @hazmyheart @farfromhaz @osterfield-holland-andcompany @beautifullydisconnected @angelhaz11 @delicatetom

[everarri]

8 e 16

thank you 💖

8. A song that you liked when you where 10 that still slaps

essa eu vou ter que responder em portugues que é só brasileiro conhece o ícone e é muita vergonha alheia meu pai o mico kkkk

basicamente todas as musicas do latino mas essa TODO MUNDO da minha perua sabia a letra e pedia pra moça que dirigia colocar pra tocar ela não aguentava mais kkkk to escutando agora e é tão top quanto era em 2008 e mais uma vez o latino faz TUDO

16. A song that you like that romanticises being a teenager

all i have to say is that i actually tought my high school would be like this and was very disappoited

song asks :)

[hzneymoons]

things you said in the back seat of a cab // claire

Newton demorou alguns segundos para entrar no táxi, sentindo um turbilhão de sentimentos e o rosto esquentar pela irritação. Aquele havia sido um ensaio da festa de noivado, composto por algumas pessoas: os noivos, os sogros, os pais, amigos mais próximos e a wedding planner, por convite do noivo. De um modo mais encurtado, o jantar poderia ser denominado de “completo fiasco”. As coisas estavam confusas entre Newt e Diana e Newton e Claire, num nível excepcional de confusas. De modos diferentes. Todos perceberam, qualquer um perceberia aquele problema em que se envolveu sem perceber. Todos da mesa notaram que ele mal sorriu para a noiva quando ela chegou, minutos depois dele, e sentou afastado dela e todos notaram quando ele levantou da mesa num pulo para saudar Claire Fitzpatrick, que havia chegado atrasada, e deu-lhe um abraço. Até mesmo Conrad, seu melhor amigo de anos, notou que havia acontecido algo errado; e foi impossível deixar de ver os olhares trocados com a ex-namorada, Pandora, nos momentos mais tensos do jantar.

Ele poderia ter optado em ir com o ex-casal num táxi ou esperar Diana sair de dentro do restaurante, mas escolheu a opção inviável: ignorou os olhares irados dos pais e do cunhado e entrou no táxi da mulher que estava organizando seu casamento. Parecia uma tragédia, e era. Ficou em silêncio por alguns segundos, comportamento raro no rapaz, olhos vidrados no escuro do carro antes de tocar no braço direito do motorista de maneira amigável e dar uns tapinhas indolores. “ — Upper East Side, pal. Manhattan.” Informou, voltando a apoiar as costas no banco do carro. Não queria falar com a mulher, se fosse ser completamente sincero. Não queria encarar Diana depois de toda a tensão e as respostas passivas-agressivas entre os dois e tampouco precisava lidar com outra tensão ao permanecer num cubículo com o Vanderbilt e a Mitizi-Hamilton. Por outro lado, nos últimos dias, sentia que Claire era a única que realmente o entendia e gostava de sua companhia. 

Havia um problema por sempre ter estado rodeado de pessoas, normalmente irmãos e empregados de sua vida privilegiada: estava acostumado com o barulho. Mesmo com raiva, sua família não ficava em silêncio de modo algum. Por isso, se pegou abrindo e fechando a boca para encontrar algo para dizer, alguma piada para quebrar o gelo; porém, sua mente parecia vazia. “ — I’m sorry about earlier. For putting you through this.” Começou, ainda sem encará-la. Não sabia o que estava falando, mas estava agradecido por tudo estar escuro no carro. “ — I don’t know many things, but I do know about my feelings. Actually, some of them are mixed and it’s been a mess since… since you’ve showed up. That’s, perhaps, the reason I’m here with you and not with her.” Soltou um riso sem graça, balançando a cabeça. Talvez estivesse complicando toda a situação ou talvez fosse melhor que colocasse tudo para fora antes que explodisse. “ — I don’t think I’m in love with her. I’m not sure if I love her either. I mean, I do love her, she’s one of the best people I know. She really is, she’s the girl my father loves, the girl my mother gushes about at parties, the girl my siblings feel comfortable with. It’s like she came off a Nicholas Sparks novel. But she was never the one.” Revirou os olhos com as próprias palavras, seus sentimentos mais claros agora que estava falando sobre eles. “ — I love her, but I’m not sure I’ve ever been in love with her. She was easy. You know? Not in that way, Jesus, no. She was the easy choice, the natural relationship. It just happened. But it never felt right for the right reasons, she never made my heart race or my cheeks flushed. And for quite some time, I thought that was it. Those fucking cliches just don’t exist, they’re fluff to write about and never to feel.” Comentou, notando que estava falando sobre a garota errada. O trânsito terrível de Nova York teve uma vantagem pela primeira vez em sua vida (isso e as vezes que se atrasou para chegar na escola pelo trânsito). 

Sentiu o telefone tremer no bolso do seu terno, mas fez questão de ignorar. Nada era tão importante quanto o que tinha a dizer naquele momento — e ele não conseguia recordar de um momento que tivesse sido tão egoísta. Conseguiu aproximar-se dela, sentindo as pernas dos dois tocarem. “ — And then we met that night and I don’t remember feeling so intrigued by someone before. You move me, Claire. I felt so many different things lately, things that I never thought I could feel. Things that I should feel for my fiancée and I don’t. I feel them for you. I’m getting too fucking tired of pretending I don’t want to kiss you.” Não percebeu o que estava dizendo até que as palavras saíram de sua boca, mas não se arrependia. De fato, estava aliviado. Conseguia ouvir a respiração de Claire diminuir a frequência e interpretou como algo positivo, não sabia dizer. Seu nervosismo e a adrenalina impediam que pensasse com clareza. “ — I want  to kiss you all the time, I want to touch you. I’m sick of not being able to do that, I’m sick of pushing myself away from you because I can’t do what I want. I want you.” Mordeu o lábio inferior. Não conseguiu resistir, não quando ela não parecia dizer nada e tampouco desaprovar aqueles sentimentos. Principalmente, não quando ela não se afastou ao sentir o toque dos dígitos masculinos em seu braço e que subiam até seu pescoço. Estava sendo um péssimo noivo para Diana, mas não conseguia pensar em nada além daquele momento. “ — I’ll do this and then we’ll be over, you can slap my face and push me out of the car. I deserve, we know.” Sussurrou, a voz rouca e baixa. Aproximou o rosto do dela até que os narizes estivessem roçando e não se permitiu esperar muito antes de selar os lábios, num beijo rápido. Quando afastou-se, com medo de um empurrão e alguns gritos, tudo que recebeu foram os braços de Claire trazendo seu rosto para perto novamente. Não hesitou ou se opôs ao momento, é claro, deixando-se levar pelo momento. A mão que ainda estava no pescoço alheio, foi guiada até os cabelos dela quando o beijo foi intensificado, colocando certa força no aperto. Apenas separou-se dela quando não tinha mais fôlego, ciente que sua boca deveria estar vermelha e os cabelos dela, desarrumados. É bom que ninguém os visse naquela situação. Sabia que havia complicado ainda mais uma situação que já era ruim o suficiente, mas sequer conseguia sentir remorso. Estava prestes a tentar beijá-la novamente, mas ouviu um som vindo de outra pessoa. Apenas lembrou-se que tiveram plateia esse tempo todo quando o motorista pigarreou.“Which part in Manhattan, sir? We’ve arrived.” 

[xavocamacho]

«Lo más importante es tocar con tu oído, porque si suena bien, está bien. Claro que lo que para algunas personas suena bien para otras no, pero no creo que exista un atajo para eso. Tienes que aprender a escuchar. Tienes que grabarte y escuchar, ¿toqué bien ese vibrato?, ¿toqué ese ligado claramente? ¿estiré bien la cuerda? Y con el tiempo, guarda lo que hiciste bien y desecha lo que hiciste mal. De esa forma te vas convirtiendo en un mejor músico.» #YngwieMalmsteen "The most important thing is to play with your ear, because if it sounds good, it's good. Of course, what sounds good to some people doesn't to others, but I don't think there is a shortcut for that. You have to learn to listen. You have to record yourself and listen, did I play that vibrato well? Did I play that legato clearly? Did I stretch the string well? And over time, keep what you did right and discard what you did wrong. That way you become a better musician.» #Bassist #Bass #epiphonethunderbirdbass #epiphone #epiphonethunderbirdgoth #BajistaMexicano #Bajista #bass #bajista #bajo #bajoelectrico #electricbass #basscover #bajistaincreible #slap #bassdaily #basscover2022 (en Buena Onda - Salas de Ensayo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbcymQ6uMXG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[deepwlf]

Capítulo 2: ONE MORE NIGHT

Me había despertado sintiéndome extraña, mis músculos se sentían laxos, cualquier movimiento me hacia sentir una leve punzada de dolor, al sentarme solté un quejido ya que al parecer mi cadera corría con la misma suerte. ¿Qué sucedió ayer? Me pregunte, mi cabeza dolía horrores.

Trate de levantarme pero Zico me estaba rodeando con un brazo la cadera, suavemente retire su agarre, lo vi quejarse entre sueños, juraría que le escuche murmurar algo como mía. No pude evitar sonreír, él era como un sueño, no podía concebir tenerlo a mi lado, todas las personas que había conocido antes de él habían sido nada más que horribles pesadillas para mí, pero aún así agradecía su presencia en mi vida ya que por medio de ese camino había conseguido llegar hasta él.  

Me levante y al desplazarme sentí como ardían mis partes bajas, ¿Qué había sucedido ayer? volví a repetirme, salí al salón y me deje caer en el enorme sillón. Aún estaba la mañana algo fresca así que al toparme con un enorme abrigo que nunca había visto, pensando que era de mi novio, me envolví en él. Un aroma conocido me embargo.

-Cítrico- dije y de esa forma me perdí entre ensoñaciones, cuerpos jadeantes y sensaciones nuevas -él- susurre -¡él!- dije tomando plena conciencia de quien era el abrigo -Hyuk

Así me encontró Zico, acurrucada entre el abrigo de otro hombre pronunciando un nombre que no era el suyo. Observe dolor en su rostro, me sentí como si fuera una especie de monstruo, mas no su novia y corrí, corrí todo lo que pude hacia mi habitación, solo cuando alcance el conejo de peluche sendas lágrimas corrieron por mi rostro. Mis sollozos eran ahogados por el peluche, siempre me había acompañado desde pequeña en mis desdichas, pero desde hace dos años había sido reemplazado por Zico, él siempre tomaba al peluche y lo arrancaba de mis brazos solo para  tomarme entre los suyos. 

No entendía porque ahora había otro hombre en mis pensamientos -Soy una novia horrible- solté con desprecio hacia mí.

-Es mí culpa- dijo levantando una mano mientras entraba en mi habitación, la cual hace un año que me servia solo como un lugar para guardar mis cosas, mas no para dormir ya que el lecho lo compartía con él. 

Lo observe anonadada, que era lo que estaba insinuando. Me perdí entre pensamientos. Ayer él había sido exageradamente demandante para conmigo al vestirme y luego aquel té, recordaba suaves caricias y palabras que solo hacían que se encendiera una llama ardiente en mi interior. Luego orden tras orden, para el posterior disfrute, luego algo más intimo y nuevo, salvaje; otra faceta de mi. 

-¿Que sucedió?- repetí por tercera vez pero ahora esperaba tener una respuesta.

-Yo... leí tu diario- dijo apenado, aquello no me molestaba ya que yo le había permitido hacerlo hace mucho tiempo ya que no siempre me expresaba bien a menos que fuera escribiendo, pocas veces había leído pero me reconfortaba que me diera algo de privacidad aunque no me molestaba compartir todo con él, pero esta vez me había olvidado de aquello y en un impulso por desahogar mis locos pensamientos lo había escrito todo. 

-Yo me siento avergonzada- le dije mientras abrazaba mi conejo de peluche, él se acerco y arranco el conejo de mis brazos y en ves de apretarme entre los suyos, lo único que hizo fue besarme salvajemente

-No tienes de que avergonzarte- dijo pegando nuestras frentes, miraba mis ojos y frotaba nuestras narices, adoraba aquel tipo de muestras de afecto. Le devolví el beso y me aferre a él como si fuera mi piedra de soporte, la verdad lo era.

Profundizo el beso, deslizo el abrigo desde mis hombros y aquella esencia volvió a nublarme la mente -Hyuk... - repetí cual mantra, Zico se alejo de mi y yo abrí mis ojos al darme cuenta de lo que había dicho. Mi novio se notaba claramente alterado, se sentó en el borde más alejado de la cama y despeinaba su castaño cabello -Lo siento- repetí confundida.

-No es tu culpa- dijo el mordaz - Es todo por tu inocencia- apretó las cobijas con fuerza -Yo quería que disfrutaras ese tipo de placeres, no quería que tu poca experiencia se estancara conmigo y deseaba cumplir alguno de tus deseos. Nunca eres caprichosa, nunca pides nada. Siempre dando y dando... hasta lo que debería ser solo tuyo. Te amo y quería cumplir tu primer capricho- se levanto de la cama y dio vueltas por la habitación -Si aún necesitas quitarte las ganas... -medito un poco lo que estaba próximo a decir, parece que su resolución no le gusto -Deberías devolver ese abrigo, vístete. Te llevare a su apartamento- dijo dejándome sola en mi habitación.

¿Que debía hacer? Cual autómata me levante para tomar a mi conejito de peluche y colocarlo sobre la cama -¿Que debo hacer? - le pregunte mientras me desvestía y me colocaba un bralette rosa y unas pantis de aquel juego. Me puse un pantalón flojo gris que se apretaba en mis caderas y resbalaba hacia mis piernas donde tenían una abertura a cada lado, pasé mi cabeza por una blusa blanca con pinzas que solo lograba resaltar mi busto y los trenzados abiertos en los costados hacia que la curva de mi cintura se notara. 

Me miré al espejo y vi que mis labios se hallaban rojos por el beso anteriormente compartido, desvíe la mirada avergonzada y capte un punto rojo en mi hombro derecho y algunos otros en el izquierdo. 

-Dios- gemí, parecía que había sido atacada por mosquitos con atracción hacia esa vulnerable zona. La blusa que portaba era de tirantes así que en ves de recoger mi cabello en una coleta, opté por dejarlo caer sobre mis hombros tapando aquellas marcas.

Me calcé con unos zapatos casuales, mi cuerpo adolorido había pedido estar cómodo y yo se lo había concedido a pesar de que una parte de mi cerebro me pedía usar un vestido. 

Tome un poco de mi perfume preferido lo rocie provocando una nube donde me deslicé a girar con los ojos cerrados disfrutando del aroma. 

-¿Lista?- escuche que Zico había dicho en tono burlón, lo miré perdida -A pesar de todo lo vivido te niegas a dejar esa parte infantil tuya- se quejo dulcemente, yo iba a protestar pero él me interrumpió -me gustas, tal y como eres- se acerco a mi y desbarato mi cabello, lo mire ceñuda, él solo soltó una carcajada. Me tomó de las mejillas y me dio uno de esos besos tiernos que tanto me enloquecían. Se separo y me miro a los ojos, yo solté un suspiro enamorada, él soltó un suspiro resignado -Recoge el abrigo, te espero en el auto- me dijo antes de salir enojado.

-Tome el abrigo de Dean y percibí su aroma por ultima vez antes de guardarlo en una linda funda de conejos- baje rápidamente las escaleras y me encontré a Zico esperando mientras miraba a un punto fijo en el horizonte, el ruido que hice al abrir la puerta lo saco de ese estado.

-Ponte el cinturón- fue todo lo que menciono, generalmente él solía hacerlo ya que yo siempre me olvidaba de aquello, lo intente... pero erre y con un sonoro slap se soltó el cinturón y casi lastima mi mejilla. Él dejo escapar un suspiro -No puedes ponerte ni un cinturón- casi me envolvió con sus brazos mientras alcanzaba el cinturón y se disponía a colocarlo de la forma correcta, sentí que se tomo todo el tiempo del mundo deslizándolo sobre mi hombro, pecho y cintura. Después de un clic estuve segura de que había acabado -Deberías respirar- dijo Zico y lo hice como con cada orden que él me daba, si no lo hubiese dicho no me hubiera dado cuenta sobre aquello. Entre mi meditación mis labios fueron capturados por él y me arranco un violento beso que termino con una mordida en mi labio inferior -Lista- dijo más animado mientras se ubicaba en el asiento y arrancaba el auto.

-Lista- suspire enamorada, vi que una fanfarrona sonrisa de medio lado se pintaba en sus labios. 

Llegamos al subsuelo de un edificio que no se veía tan nuevo ni moderno como en el que nosotros vivíamos.

-Aquí es- dijo sin verme -marca 1, ahí se encuentra su apartamento, es el numero 4.

Lo mire ceñuda, ¿que sucedía con él? ¿Acaso esto no era su idea? Suspire pesadamente, la verdad es que yo también deseaba de una forma u otra acabar con esto. No entendía mis deseos, hasta este momento nunca me había dejado gobernar por mis hormonas, pero ese chico hacia que perdiera mi centro. Sin duda, lo mejor seria devolverle su prenda y olvidarme de él. Decidida abrí la puerta y antes de que mi pie tocara el suelo fui jalada hacia el interior nuevamente, Zico me había tomado de la muñeca y ahora me miraba entre desesperado y asustado. Iba a preguntarle sobre lo que sucedía pero me calló con un beso que solo manifestaba la necesidad que sentía por mi cercanía.

-Tienes 15 minutos, si no llegas en ese tiempo yo me iré- menciono lo ultimo con congoja.

-No me demorare más que eso- le dije firme, él me dio una sonrisa triste y me acaricio la mejilla, era como si supiera que aquello no iba a ser posible.

Le sonreí en respuesta y bese la palma de su mano, caminé en grandes zancadas para terminar con mi cometido lo más rápido posible. 

El viaje en ascensor no fue tan rápido como hubiese deseado, me distraje pensando en el rostro de Zico y sobre lo preocupado e inseguro que había lucido durante todo el día. El ascensor paro y supe que estaba cerca de terminar lo que había iniciado, me gire como tratando de retrasar el encuentro y me tope con un espejo que cubría toda la pared del fondo del ascensor, al verme por primera vez note que mi rostro se veía compungido como si estuviera a punto de llorar y acompañando aquello de una manera extraña estaban mis labios los cuales se mostraban llenos y rojos por los salvajes besos de Zico. 

-Uff...- sople un mechón de cabello miel que caía desordenado sobre uno de mis ojos, me encontraba despeinada y aquello no me molestaba. Mi cabello era rizado así que el cepillado nunca le favorecía -En fin- dije revolviendo más mi cabello -No es una cita, esto es una despedida- caminé lentamente y cuando llegue al apartamento me congele ya que antes de que pudiera tocar el timbre, él había abierto la puerta para verme anonadado y luego solo arrastrarme hacia el interior.

-Eres tú- dijo mientras cerraba la puerta y me acorralaba contra esta, sus manos acunaban mi rostro  y sus pulgares acariciaban mis mejillas -No eres un espejismo- soltó una sonrisa nerviosa, lamió sus labios y mirando fijamente los míos se acerco a estos para rosarlos levemente.

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Red Hot Chili Peppers - Scar Tissue Pequena homenagem ao melhor baixista do mundo Michael Peter Balzary (Melbourne, 16 de outubro de 1962), mais conhecido pelo seu nome artístico Flea, é um baixista australiano, considerado um dos maiores baixistas da história da música. Flea, que também toca o trompete e ocasionalmente trabalha como ator, é mais conhecido como baixista, co-fundador e um dos compositores da banda de rock alternativo Red Hot Chili Peppers. Flea também é o co-fundador da Silverlake Conservatory of Music, uma organização sem fins lucrativos de educação musical fundada em 2001. Originalmente um prodígio do trompete, Flea aprendeu a tocar baixo na escola secundária, com seu amigo íntimo (e futuro guitarrista do Red Hot Chili Peppers) Hillel Slovak, que precisava de um baixista para sua banda Anthym. Flea passou a integrar o grupo, porém abandonou-o alguns meses depois para tocar na banda de punk Fear. Logo juntou-se novamente a Slovak para formar uma banda destinada a apenas uma apresentação, com seus colegas de escola Anthony Kiedis e Jack Irons; a colaboração inesperada acabaria dando origem aos Red Hot Chili Peppers. Atualmente considerado como um dos melhores baixistas de todos os tempos, seu trabalho com a banda incorporou diversos estilos musicais, e abrangem, tecnicamente, desde o slap mais agressivo a métodos mais melódicos. Tem influências do funk e da música punk rock, seu estilo é primordialmente centrado na simplicidade e no minimalismo, não dispensa a complexidade como um recurso a ser utilizado quando necessário. Além dos Chili Peppers, Flea colaborou com diversos outros artistas, incluindo o Jane's Addiction, The Mars Volta e Alanis Morissette e mais recentemente, Rocket Juice and The Moon. Em abril de 2011, a revista Rolling Stone fez uma lista dos 10 melhores baixistas de todos os tempos, com Flea em segundo.[1] #djpirraca #bday #flea @flearedhotchilli (em DJ Pirraça) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVFy8ZeAuK3/?utm_medium=tumblr

[fabinhoscooby]

Há uns 20 anos ,eu entendi,de fato que eu fui escolhido pela Música ! Nessa longa estrada,comecei a tocar com muita gente ... um dia ,em dos 1.000 ensaios,conheci um menino tímido...saxofonista ... mas que na primeira música,coloriu comigo e parecia que tínhamos “nascido tocando juntos “... Um dia,disseram : “Rapaz ... a gente precisa de um saxofonista pra o reveillon...” Eu disse :” Oxe.. eu tenho uma indicação... mas é pro cara ficar tocando... não é só Reveillon não !” Pois ... chegamos a tocar em 14 bandas AO MESMO TEMPO juntoss... e ,mesmo tanto tempo depois, a gente se entende muito rápido ,sem precisar nem conversar muito ! 🎷 🎹 Esse foi o cara que,sabendo que eu estava com sérias crises por conta de uma hérnia umbilical, me ligou e disse : “Você confia em seu irmão ? Venha treinar comigo... EU VOU TE CURAR!”🙏🏾 Irmão não precisa nascer na mesma família... não precisa se ver todos os dias ... Precisa ser escolhido,se respeitar e se entender ! Bem vindo aos 41, meu Coroa Crossfiteiro Saxofonista! Te Amo,meu irmão ! ❤️🎷 . #Celiva #Celivaworkout #filmaeuceliva #CelivaSax #CellyXAS #crossFit #slap #ohCharlie #joaoNinguem (em Salvador, Bahia, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUbMPiIFbTi/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[aprendermsica]

Baixista Completo -Escola para Baixista

Como ser um baixista profissional em apenas alguns meses?

Um músico deve ter em mente que seus dedos devem ser lapidados para tocar o instrumento, (independente de qual seja), com maestria. Isso não acontece de repente.

Jimi Hendrix não se tornou um fenômeno da noite para o dia , assim como muitos guitarristas, baixistas e bateristas famosos não chegaram ao topo do estrelato de uma hora para outra. Qualquer tipo de aprendizado exige atenção, força de vontade e paciência.

Vamos analisar alguns exemplos óbvios?

John Paul Jones – Led Zeppelin:

Jones além de baixista é multi-instrumentista e um dos ícones do Rock’n Roll, conhecido pela destreza no universo musical. Mas antes de conquistar legiões de fãs ao lado dos seus parceiros de banda no Led Zeppelin, John Paul Jones trilhou uma longa carreira.

A primeira banda que participou chamava-se The Deltas. Jones tinha apenas quinze anos de idade. Nascido em berço musical, Jones foi apresentado ao baixo desde muito cedo. Após a dissolução da banda The Deltas, o baixista ingressou de cabeça no jazz-rock em parceria com a banda londrina “Jet Blacks”.

Sua grande oportunidade surgiu entre 1962 a 1968 quando conheceu artistas de renome como Jet Harris e Tony Meehan (Shadows). Após mais de dois anos tocando baixo, começou a fazer sucesso com seu estilo diferenciado e musicalidade nos poros.

Passou a ser convidado pelos Rolling Stones, Herman’s Hermits, Donovan, Jeff Beck e muitos outros. Durante ensaios com essas bandas, Jones foi apresentado para Jimmy Page da banda The YardBirds. Mais tarde, Page convidou Jones para ser baixista da banda. Surgia então a lenda do Rock Led Zeppelin, com John Paul Jones à frente do baixo.

Geddy Lee – Rush:

Um baixista de alta-classe, Geddy Lee e o baixo formam a dupla icônica perfeita. Sua destreza com o instrumento, colocam-no no topo da lista dos baixistas de sucesso. Ele sola na maior parte do tempo e imprime um estilo peculiar repleto de técnicas e contra-pontos, com linhas pulsantes que vivificam o instrumento.

Com apenas quatorze anos de idade, o “bruxo”, como muitas vezes é chamado, ganhou de presente sua primeira guitarra elétrica.

A banda Rush iniciou seus primeiros trabalhos no palco em 1969, tocando em cafeterias e eventos escolares. Em 1971, já se apresentavam em clubes pequenos e bares. Com pouco dinheiro no bolso, a banda começou a abrir pequenos concertos para bandas maiores.

A popularidade da banda cresceu. E do baixista também. Geddy Lee começou a ser considerado o “deus” do baixo e a banda ganhou notoriedade. A partir de 1972 já estavam abrindo shows maiores como Aerosmith, Kiss e outras.  

Stevie Harris – Iron Maden

Iron Maden é uma das bandas mais idolatradas no mundo do Rock. Stevie Harris revolucionou o uso do baixo com seu famoso estilo “Power Metal” e ganhou maturidade conquistando seu lugar entre os baixistas prediletos no ranking da categoria.

Harris é um excelente exemplo de alguém que começou a carreira literalmente do zero. Seu maior sonho era se tornar jogador de futebol profissional. Na adolescência foi apresentado ao mundo do Rock e decidiu ser baterista ao invés de jogador.

Como em sua residência não tinha espaço suficiente para uma bateria, Harris decidiu aprender a tocar baixo.  O resultado? Fundou uma das maiores bandas de talento musical: Iron Maden.

Como tocar baixo?

Após essa breve introdução a alguns dos maiores nomes do baixo em nossos dias, acabamos chegando a uma conclusão simples: o “dom” pode ser adquirido. Cada um dos maiores baixistas da atualidade e dos tempos antigos foram apresentados ao instrumento e adaptaram-se a ele.

Todos eles passaram por uma espécie de processo, comum à maioria dos ícones:

Conhecimento

Treinamento

Força de vontade

Erros e Acertos

O que isso significa? Que você também pode passar pelo processo. E se tiver uma mãozinha para ajudar, melhor ainda! Por isso surgem algumas perguntas:

Como aprender tocar baixo iniciante?

Como aprender a tocar baixo sozinho?

Como aprender a tocar contra baixo?

Como aprender a tocar contra baixo elétrico?

Será que é difícil tocar contra baixo?

Todas essas dúvidas são mais comuns do que se imagina. E devem ser solucionadas por quem se identifica com o instrumento. Será que existe um caminho mais fácil para aprender como tocar baixo?

A resposta pode ser um tanto genérica. Nada pode vir fácil se não houver uma via de mão dupla. Como assim? Digamos que você tenha a faca e o queijo na mão. Você conseguirá degustar o queijo a partir do momento que utiliza a faca.

Curso de Baixista Completo – Escola para baixista

O curso de baixista completo – escola para baixista é cem por cento online. O conteúdo das aulas foi especialmente desenvolvido para alunos que tenham os seguintes interesses:

Como aprender tocar contra baixo

Como tocar contra baixo 4 cordas

Como tocar contra baixo 5 cordas

Como aprender a tocar contra baixo sozinho

Como tocar baixo de 5 cordas ou 4 cordas

Como tocar contra baixo de 6 cordas

O Curso de Baixista Completo – Escola para baixistas é bom especialmente para iniciantes, mas é válido para qualquer baixista que queira aprimorar suas técnicas. Que tal conhecer um pouco o conteúdo do curso?

Escola para Baixista Completo – Escola para baixista funciona?

O curso de contra baixo online Escola para baixista é voltado para uma infinidade de públicos: ensina desde como tocar contra baixo passo a passo até como tocar contra baixo elétrico (técnicas avançadas).

São 9 módulos com 60 aulas:

Módulo 1 –Iniciante

Esse módulo é direcionado para o aluno que ainda está sem rumo. Para quem ainda não se entende muito bem com o instrumento e ainda está identificando seu estilo. Ainda está se perguntando por que tocar contra baixo e quer uma direção.

Ainda nesse módulo, o aluno aprende a entender o braço do baixo, faz exercícios de digitação e define as Escalas Maiores e Menores, Tríades e Tétrades, notas de passagem e técnicas iniciais de Groove e Slap. Além do mais, o aluno aprenderá como tocar baixo 4 cordas iniciante.

Módulo 2 – Campo Harmônico

Nesse módulo, o aluno saberá como aprender tocar contrabaixo apenas ouvindo a música que gosta. Também conseguirá definir os acordes dentro do campo harmônico. Nesse módulo, o aluno será apresentado à regra do T, que muitos conhecem, porém poucos sabem o verdadeiro poder dessa regra para tocar qualquer música no contrabaixo.

Módulo 3 – Improvisação pela Pentatônica

Aqui, o aluno conseguirá montar suas próprias frases ao invés de apenas copiar o estilo de outros baixistas. Além do mais, o aluno conseguirá aplicar frases em qualquer música.

Módulo 4 – Ferramentas para improviso

Como estilizar suas frases? Aqui o aluno aprenderá como tocar contra baixo de verdade, sem parecer um robô ensaiado. É nesse módulo que entra técnicas de baixistas de alto nível como, Apogiatura, Hammer-on Outside e assim por diante.

Módulo 5 – Técnicas de Slap

Como aprender a tocar contrabaixo utilizando Grooves em Slap. Além do mais, o aluno aprende nesse módulo como deixar o slap super avançado com a técnica do abafamento, deixando seu Groove Slap com característica percussiva.

Módulo 6 – Criação de Groove

Passo a passo para construir Grooves Fritação. Frases em Cromatismo, com pentatonica, técnicas de notas mortas e muito mais.

Módulo 7 – Músicas Gospel

Frases e Grooves de algumas músicas Gospel. Esse módulo sempre será atualizado com músicas novas.

Módulo 8 – Modos Gregos

Já teve dúvidas sobre como entender e aplicar frases usando modos gregos? Esse módulo vai te ajudar!

Módulo 9 – Aulas ao vivo

Durante esse módulo importante, o aluno tira todas as suas dúvidas com o instrutor do curso ao vivo.

Muitos cursos pela internet prometem um aprendizado rápido e sem esforço nenhum, garantem que o aluno pode aprender a tocar contrabaixo online e grátis sem precisar de disciplina.

Mas na verdade, a disciplina é necessária para o aprendizado. O esforço leva à perfeição. Esse é o ideal da Escola para baixistas.

Todo o material do curso Escola para Baixista ficará disponibilizado para o aluno por tempo ilimitado, ou seja, para sempre.

Bônus

50 tracks e áudio de baterias – O aluno poderá baixar 50 áudios para que possa treinar e estudar seus grooves com ritmos diversificados. Entre eles, Rock, Reggae, Fusion, Funk entre outros.

Apostila sobre Pentatônica – Aqui está todos os segredos de como tocar contrabaixo para iniciantes e profissionais. Nessa apostila, o aluno aprenderá improvisar de uma forma mais simples pela pentatônica.

Suporte pelo Whats App – Todo o suporte do orientador do curso via Whats app. Em todos os momentos, o aluno será acompanhado de perto pelo professor.

Grupo fechado para alunos – Grupos formados por redes sociais que possibilita ao aluno conversar em tempo real com baixistas no Brasil e no Exterior.

A plataforma do curso é online e o aluno poderá ter acesso ao conteúdo da matéria em qualquer momento que quiser de qualquer dispositivo eletrônico.

Valor do curso

O curso Escola para Baixista está com uma promoção incrível. Com cinquenta por cento de desconto, de R$ 494,00 o curso sai por R$ 247,00 à vista no boleto ou 12 x de R$ 24,70 no cartão.

Agora é a hora de realizar seu sonho: aprender do zero a tocar um instrumento de estilo ou aprimorar as técnicas que você já sabe. Não perca tempo!

Baixista Completo -Escola para Baixista Publicado primeiro em https://aprendermusica.org

[eastownrp]

⋆— SEJA BEM-VINDO, DAISUKE.

NOME: Tomohisa Daisuke. DATA DE NASCIMENTO: 14/09/1981. NACIONALIDADE/ETNIA: Japão, japonês. GÊNERO: Masculino. OCUPAÇÃO: Músico independente. BAIRRO: Momoiro Beach.

FC: Miyavi - solo. USER: @est_daisuke

⋆— PERSONALIDADE:

O autoritarismo transparece por suas expressões na maioria das vezes impulsivas, através de gestos ou falas que à primeira vista parecem um pouco duros, enquanto o humor volúvel incrementa suas relações, uma vez que não seja possível adivinhar como ele pode se portar em relações interpessoais. Apesar disso, em seus bons dias, é possível se deparar com um estrangeiro extremamente cortês, contradizendo toda a pose de mau, devido às vestes e tatuagens. É dono de uma personalidade bastante excêntrica, portanto está sempre pronto para experimentar e compartilhar novas experiências, longe de ser antiquado. Todavia, vive aberto somente às mudanças que considera agregar algo em sua vida.

⋆— HISTÓRIA:

Quando mais jovem ele se envolveu com a Yakuza enquanto residia no Japão. Por muitos anos, manteve uma vida de qualidade onde tinha todos os luxos atendidos através do dinheiro fácil e em excesso, que recebia com trabalhos que somente uma organização criminosa daquele porte poderia oferecer.

Entrou naquela vida após completar a maioridade apenas para desafiar a si mesmo e se superar enquanto pessoa, mas acabou ficando com medo e pedindo auxílio ao Estado quando se viu entre a vida e a morte, após se negar sujar as mãos de sangue, sendo acolhido pela Embaixada Japonesa no Canadá quase de imediato; a única em todo o mundo que lhe ofereceu na época uma nova identidade e um novo começo fora do continente asiático. O dinheiro que conseguiu no meio criminoso foi poupado, apesar de sempre ter levado uma vida de luxo, inclusive contava com o que o governo lhe daria como suporte para que ele começasse uma nova vida.

Mesmo com o auxílio necessário, não se adaptou em distrito ocidental, acabando por se integrar na comunidade asiática do país, em East Town, região litorânea onde encontrou a calmaria necessária que só um lar de verdade poderia oferecer, alojando-se em um dos bairros mais ricos acerca da praia.

Há muitas tatuagens cobrindo o seu corpo, algumas feitas ao seu gosto, outras — em sua grande maioria localizada nas costas — porque a máfia havia o obrigado durante sua permanência, algo que fazia parte do submundo, assim como aquelas que eram números representados por datas específicas, que ele odiava fazer menção quando era questionado.

O estigma da comunidade nipônica, principalmente, das pessoas mais velhas, fazia com que ele ganhasse vários olhares tortos e reprovações silenciosas, por isso se envolveu com música e mudou sua maneira de se vestir, para que os desenhos em seu corpo o desvinculassem totalmente de qualquer menção à Yakuza.

Com isso, desenvolveu como passatempo tocar nas ruas e bares, mas não por dinheiro, porque gostava e sentia que aquilo era a sua zona de conforto. Viveu muito tempo principalmente em estações de metrô riffando uma guitarra acústica, ficando conhecido pelo estilo único de tocar, tal qual era nomeado como “slap” por si mesmo. O hobby fez com que o rapaz fosse descoberto mais tarde pela indústria de entretenimento bem mais rápido que o imaginado, fator que o influenciou a aperfeiçoar suas técnicas com instrumentos e assim tornar-se um dos artistas mais cobiçados em pequenas casas de shows.