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El foc que es genera mitjançant la meditació pot cremar impactes antics, i, naturalesa pèrfida que s’han apropiat de la nostra naturalesa original, de tal com arriba l’ànima en el primer moment d’adoptar un cos. És anomenat el foc del ioga. NOTA D’INTERÈS: Annapurna, Durga, Kali, etc., deesses en la tradició devota. En el memorial de les deesses es mostra que s’acabà amb els poders demoníacs en…

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Into Your Arms (Surrender) - Enzo Vogrincic

+18! Intro I/Intro II/Intro III.

SoftDom!Enzo. Creampie, dacrifilia, dirty talk, fingering, hand kink, hiperespermia, masturbation, sexo oral, sexo sin protección, size difference/size kink (porque Enzo es más alto y la tiene grande), aftercare, edades no especificadas. Español rioplatense.

Enzo es tu amigo.

Es extraño, considerando que es también tu creador de contenido favorito hace meses, probablemente más de un año, y quien provocó los mejores orgasmos de tu vida, pero no significa que la amistad que formaron no sea válida y una de las mejores que tuviste hasta el momento. Probablemente ese fue el motivo que te molestó porque, bueno, ¿no se supone que un amigo comentaría a otro amigo que está visitando su ciudad?

Descubrir vía Instagram que frecuentó tu sitio favorito, la cafetería que tantas veces le mencionaste, te parece ofensivo como mínimo. Y el colmo fue la fotografía de la florería ubicada en una esquina no muy lejana a tu hogar, donde capturaste atardeceres para él. ¿Está haciendo un tour por tu ciudad tomando como referencia todos los lugares que le enseñaste, pero no pensó en decirte que venía?

Puede que intente sorprenderte, repite la voz en tu cabeza, pero no estás segura de que tenga motivos para hacerlo. ¿Por qué te escogería, justo a vos, de entre sus quién-sabe-cuántos miles de suscriptoras y suscriptores? Y de querer sorprenderte, ¿no te habría ocultado sus historias? ¿No habría evitado compartir las fotos para que no sospecharas?

Definitivamente tiene que tener otros motivos, razonás en un intento de sepultar cualquier patética esperanza, y puede que no le importes lo suficiente como para molestarse en recordar dónde vivís. La cafetería es famosa en redes sociales y esa florería es imposible de ignorar, ¿por qué se molestaría en comentarlo con vos en caso de recordar que le hablaste de ellas?

Decidís desactivar las notificaciones, tanto para sus historias como para sus publicaciones, antes de silenciar tu teléfono y continuar con tus ocupaciones. Tu vida no gira en torno a Enzo, por mucho que lo adores, así que no es una opción permitir que lo-que-sea que esté haciendo durante su tiempo libre impacte en tu humor y en tu relación con él.

Una relación que fue, antes que nada, profesional.

El resto de tu día se desarrolla con calma hasta que chequeás tu teléfono nuevamente y te encontrás con una notificación informándote sobre el nuevo video en su OnlyFans. Lleva una semana sin publicar más que fotos y un audio de corta duración que escuchaste antes de dormir, pero ignorás lo que te provocan las etiquetas que incluye en la descripción (sobre todo las de orgasmos múltiples y dirty talk) para continuar con tu trabajo.

Intentás concentrarte, esforzándote como siempre, pero el contenido que te envió la editorial para la que trabajás es insípido, tan terrible que resulta doloroso de leer. Masajeás tus sienes y  pensás qué hacer con los horrores presentes en el manuscrito: el informe que confecciones para el editor será el que determine qué tan rápido acepta o rechaza leer este material y, consecuentemente, qué tan rápido lo publican o no.

Entre notas que pretendés incluir en el informe, correcciones de errores absurdos en el archivo, descansos y suspiros de frustración, tu mirada siempre termina sobre tus audífonos. Considerás buscar audios de otros creadores; entre ellos Esteban con su literatura erótica o Matías, que no tiene límite a la hora de degradar a sus suscriptoras, pero sabés que no tienen el mismo efecto. Nadie puede hacer lo que hace Enzo.

Escondés tu rostro entre tus manos, molesta por pensar en él, incapaz de recordar cómo era tu vida cuando su ser no invadía tu mente cada minuto del día. ¿Qué hacías antes de obsesionarte y reproducir sus audios y videos para sentirte acompañada en la soledad y el silencio de tu sala de estar? ¿Qué pensabas cuando despertabas sin sus mensajes de buenos días? Imposible recordar.

Es indignante y vergonzoso reconocer que ahora él significa muchísimo más, que ya no es sólo su contenido, es patético. ¿Quién podría enamorarse de un completo desconocido? ¿Quién podría enamorarse del desconocido con el que desarrolló una amistad? La parte lógica de tu cerebro intenta argumentar que es imposible no enamorarse de alguien como él, pero…

El reloj marca las cinco. Dejás de lado las preguntas que te asfixian y también tu trabajo.

Ignorás los mensajes que recibiste hace horas, minutos luego de esa notificación de OnlyFans, pero aún así esta página es la que reclama tu atención en cuanto te escondés bajo las suaves sábanas luego de un baño. Tu respiración se vuelve irregular con sólo ver la miniatura del video: Enzo recostado en su cama, desnudo, sus uñas enterrándose en su muslo y en su abdomen un océano de semen.

El sonido de su voz es suficiente para despertar esa sensación cada vez más recurrente en tu estómago. No es excitación, tampoco nervios o vergüenza por disfrutar esta clase de contenido, es un sentimiento que provoca que esperes sus cumplidos por razones que van más allá de satisfacer tus necesidades sexuales. Es ese motivo que te mantiene despierta cada noche.

-¿Qué tal?- pregunta cuando la cámara por fin hace foco en su rostro. Una sonrisa tira de sus labios y peina su cabello con una mano mientras continúa buscando el mejor ángulo, batallando por unos minutos antes de dejarse caer sobre el colchón. Jamás elimina la introducción de sus videos y ese es un detalle que te fascina.

Desabotona su camisa lentamente, los anillos en su índice y meñique derechos brillando, para permitir ver su abdomen tonificado y su erección contenida por su ropa interior. El color oscuro de su bóxer no oculta la humedad del mismo y te mordés el labio pensando en qué estaría pasando por su mente o qué estaría haciendo minutos antes de comenzar a grabar.

Suspira. Lo imitás.

-Tenía tantas ganas- dice en voz baja-. Necesito…

En lugar de terminar la oración desliza la prenda unos centímetros para poder liberar su miembro. Infinidad de veces lo admiraste, en todos sus estados, pero jamás deja de sorprenderte el sentimiento de anhelo que despierta en vos. Esta vez no es la excepción, por supuesto que no, mucho menos considerando las prominentes venas que recorren toda su extensión junto con las gotas de líquido preseminal.

Utiliza su pulgar para esparcir su humedad, primero por todo el glande y luego más allá, sin ocultar esa arrogante media sonrisa en su rostro cuando se desnuda. El recuerdo de la primera vez que comprendiste el significado de su expresión, cuando gemiste por la sorpresa mientras él te enseñaba lo que era un anillo de silicona y  explicaba sus beneficios –que no le hacen falta, claro está-, te hace temblar.

Y no sólo su sonrisa es la misma, pensás una vez que el recuerdo se desvanece lo suficiente como para concentrarte en la pantalla, también lo es el estado desesperado de su erección. No estás segura de poder con su tamaño pero, Dios, es tan tentador que de tenerlo en tus manos intentarías todo lo posible para lograr complacerlo. Utilizarías cada centímetro de tu cuerpo para satisfacer a Enzo.

Deslizás una mano hacia tu centro una vez que comienza a masturbarse.

Tu excitación humedece tus pliegues pero ignorás tu entrada y te concentrás, sólo por el momento, en tu clítoris. Algunas caricias suaves, otras ejerciendo más presión, círculos que siguen el ritmo lento de la mano de Enzo; su respiración profunda y algún que otro suspiro se derraman directamente y con claridad en tus oídos gracias a tus audífonos.

-Estuve toda la semana pensando en esto- confiesa. Se estira para tomar el lubricante y arroja unas gotas en su palma para luego continuar-. Todos los días pensando en vos...

Cerrás los ojos y suspirás. Sólo su voz bastaría para guiarte hacia el orgasmo.

-Necesito tenerte conmigo.

Un gemido escapa de tus labios.

No hay forma de ignorar la necesidad que se expande por tu cuerpo o el latir de tu corazón…  y tampoco el de tu clítoris -repentinamente más sensible que antes-. Normalmente intentarías comportarte justo como lo hacés durante las videollamadas con Enzo: paciente, calmada, permitiéndote disfrutar cada sensación, esperando el momento indicado y su indicación.

Aún así, consciente de lo rápido que podría terminarse este momento por tener como estímulo el video, comenzás a mover tus dedos con más energía y vigor para imitar la rapidez con la que él masajea su miembro. Imaginás que son sus dedos los que juegan con tu cuerpo, permitiéndote saborear un muy necesitado orgasmo, no dejándote más opción que dejarte llevar por el placer.

Tu respiración termina sincronizándose con la suya y cada vez que Enzo suspira o jadea vos gemís. Las palabras continúan cayendo de sus labios, algún que otro cumplido y esos apodos cariñosos que te hacen sonreír como una idiota, pero lo que más te provoca son las miradas cargadas de intensidad y deseo que arroja hacia la cámara.

Muerde su labio inferior una y otra vez en un intento de contenerse. Espera que el dolor sea suficiente para olvidarse del placer, lo sabés, pero los músculos de su abdomen tensándose y la manera en que arroja la cabeza contra el respaldo de su cama son claros indicios de que está fracasando. Separa más las piernas, exponiéndose sin timidez, mostrándote el lugar que te corresponde.

Estás considerando introducir un dígito en tu interior cuando te interrumpe su voz.

-Necesito tenerte para poder cogerte toda- se aclara la garganta-. Tu boca, tus tetas, esa conchita toda apretada.

El orgasmo te golpea y te mordés la lengua para no gritar.

Mantenés los ojos fijos sobre la pantalla mientras en su desesperación él utiliza ambas manos para tocarse. Enzo tiene manos grandes, perfectas para utilizarlas como gargantilla o capturar tus muñecas y someterte, pero aún así no cubren por completo su miembro y esa imagen, en combinación con tus dedos todavía torturando tu clítoris, te hace retorcerte de placer.

Respirás lenta y profundamente, tu mano ahora descansando sobre tu abdomen mientras con la otra sostenés tu teléfono, arrepintiéndote inmediatamente de esto último cuando por error tocás la notificación en la parte superior de la pantalla. Es un mensaje de Enzo: “¿Estás enojada conmigo?”.

Parpadeás rápidamente. El gesto no te saca del trance.

Todavía no recuperás el control de tu cuerpo y tu mente batalla por comprender el mensaje, pero un sonido distante te obliga a reincorporarte y arrancar tus audífonos. El timbre suena, suena y suena, no escuchás la voz de la persona que está del otro lado y sea quien sea parece tener la única intención de interrumpir tus actividades.

Estás segura de que no esperabas la llegada del correo.

Tomás la ropa que dejaste doblada sobre tu escritorio, sin importarte que se trate de tu pijama, para vestirte rápidamente y correr en dirección a la entrada. Tu liberación corre por tus muslos, incomodándote y recordándote que necesitás regresar a tu cama, pero ignorás el llamado de tu cuerpo para ocuparte del llamado en la puerta.

-Perdón, estaba en el…- tu voz se quiebra a media mentira-. ¿Enzo?

Respira temblorosamente y vos retrocedés.

Humedecés tus labios con tu lengua una, dos, tres veces, buscando las palabras para preguntar qué está haciendo allí, pero permanecés en silencio y él sólo se encoge de hombros, como si no tuviera una explicación lógica que justifique encontrarse en tu puerta un viernes luego de las seis p.m. Intenta hablar, falla, vuelve a intentar, su pulgar juega con el anillo en su índice.

Te recibe entre sus brazos cuando te arrojás contra su pecho y el aroma de su perfume golpea tus sentidos. La sensación de sus manos sobre tu cuerpo, masajeando tu espalda y aferrándose desesperadamente a vos, resulta irreal y mágica. Es como una extraña especie de déjà vu, pensás mientras sus dedos se deslizan por tu cabello, pero sabés que jamás te habían abrazado así.

Nunca antes habías sentido que tu lugar era en los brazos de otra persona.  

-¿Qué…?

-Quería verte- besa tu cabello, ignorando todo lo que su ser (y su voz, más grave en persona) genera en tu sistema-. Necesitaba verte.

Abandonás tu refugio en su pecho para mirarlo y él sostiene tus mejillas entre sus manos. Cuando tomás sus muñecas podés sentir bajo tus dedos sus pulsaciones descontroladas, pero es un detalle en el que no podés concentrarte porque toda tu atención está puesta en sus ojos oscuros y sus pupilas que parecen esconder un algo.

-¿Por qué no me dijiste nada?

-Porque no sabía si querías verme.

-¿Cómo no iba a querer verte?

-Pensé que estabas enojada conmigo porque…

-Estoy enojada con vos.

-¿Por qué?

-Porque no me dijiste que venías- lo empujás pero se rehúsa a dejarte ir-. Porque estuviste en todos los lugares de los que te hablé pero no me mandaste un solo mensaje preguntando si…

-Porque quería que me respondieras las historias cuando vieras las fotos- explica casi sin respirar-. Quería que vos decidieras si verme o no, no quería proponerlo e incomodarte y…

Deja de hablar en cuanto ve tu expresión.

-No, pará, ¿cómo sabías mi dirección exacta?

-¿Recordás ese sorteo que hice para quienes pagaban la membresía más cara?- asentís. Suspira y cierra los ojos con fuerza-. Era mentira.

Tu mueca de incredulidad lo hace reír.

-Quería hacerte un regalo por tu cumpleaños- sus pulgares acarician tus pómulos y cuando derramás una lágrima él la limpia-. En ese momento se me ocurrió que era la única forma de conseguir tu dirección. Todavía tenía los datos.

Guardás silencio. Enzo una su frente con la tuya y ambos fingen que los milímetros que separan sus labios de los tuyos no son tan peligrosos.

-Jamás pensé que te vería en persona- decís en un susurro y, sin poder controlar tu lengua, agregás:- Justo antes de que llegaras estaba viendo tu video.

-Pensaba en vos.

-No mientas.

-Nunca te mentiría- jura-. No sabés las ganas que tenía de conocerte y...

-¿Y…?

-Estás temblando.

Es patético, te dice tu cerebro, temblar en sus brazos sólo por lo mucho que te emociona conocerlo. Reparás entonces en tu falta de ropa interior, en tu cabello todavía húmedo y un poco despeinado, en tu pijama arrugado, en tu confesión sobre haber estado viendo su video hasta hace pocos minutos. Siempre pensaste que llegado el momento de encontrarse todo sería diferente. Planeado. Perfecto.

Enzo, sin embargo, no parece notar todos esos detalles y continúa observándote con esa intensidad característica de sus ojos oscuros, como si intentara descifrar tus pensamientos, ignorando que su cabello cayendo sobre tu rostro y el calor de sus manos sobre tu piel sólo empeoran tu estado porque son una confirmación de que esto es real.

Horas atrás estabas enojada por su falta de comunicación y en este momento lo tenés en tu puerta, confesándote que pensaba en vos mientras grababa su video, dejándote saber lo mucho que anhelaba conocerte y negándose a soltarte. Te encantaría reclamarle por su mentira, bromear, pero el gesto te resulta conmovedor y las palabras mueren en tu garganta.

-¿Te puedo besar?

Un pequeño gesto afirmativo de tu parte basta.

En un principio sólo es un roce prácticamente imperceptible, sus labios y los tuyos conectándose por pura inercia para deshacer el ínfimo espacio que los separa, pero cuando suspirás contra su boca cualquier delicadeza queda en el olvido. Es un beso hambriento e impaciente que sólo interrumpe cuando delinea tus labios con su lengua, preguntando.

Explora el interior de tu boca mientras te obliga a retroceder y gemís por la fuerza de sus manos sobre tu rostro. Cierra la puerta rápidamente para seguir besándote y te acorrala contra la pared, su mano en tu nuca para prevenir que te golpees, deslizando su pierna entre las tuyas antes de tomarte por la cintura y forzarte a sentirlo contra tu centro.

-¿Esto está bien?- pregunta cuando encuentra tu mirada.

Escucharlo preguntar por tu consentimiento en sus audios jamás te preparó para lo excitante que sería escucharlo preguntar en la vida real. El deseo que nubla su mirada no nubla su juicio, reflejándose su preocupación y consideración por tu comodidad en su voz ronca. Sonreís.

-Está perfecto- contestás y tirás de su ropa para volver a besarlo. Tu respiración irregular empeora mientras entre besos continuás hablando:- No puedo creer que estés acá.

En lugar de contestar te empuja aún más sobre su muslo y cuando utiliza su agarre en tu cintura para moverte bajás la mirada, encontrándote con que tu humedad mancha la tela de su pantalón. Tu expresión de mortificación y timidez, lejos de lograr que se detenga, sólo lo provocan más.

-Te estabas tocando cuando llegué, ¿no?

-Sí.

-¿Qué usaste?

-Nada. Sólo me toqué.

Desabotona la camisa de tu pijama sin romper el contacto visual y tira con fuerza de tu pezón izquierdo. Ignora tu mano cerrándose sobre su muñeca y masajea tu pecho, todavía sujetándote por la cintura con su otra mano, sus ojos ahora fijos en tus pechos y en las reacciones que sus acciones despiertan en tu cuerpo.

-Me encantan tus tetas, ¿sabías? Son perfectas.

-No…

-Sí, son perfectas, mirá.

Obedecés sólo para terminar arrepintiéndote por lo que la escena genera en tu cerebro. La imagen de tu pecho en su mano parece extraída de tus fantasías, sobre todo considerando la manera en que encajan perfectamente y con el frío material de sus anillos provocando que tu pezón continúe erecto, dejándote sin palabras.

-Son perfectas, ¿viste?- repite mirándote a los ojos. Su mano asciende hasta descansar donde puede sentir tus latidos-. Estás hecha para mí.

Temblás.

-Enzo…

-¿Qué querés? ¿Qué necesitás?

-A vos.

No tenés idea de en qué momento y cómo llegan a tu habitación.

Enzo te recuesta sobre las almohadas y luego de deshacerse de algunas de sus prendas se posiciona sobre tu cuerpo. Llena tu rostro, tus labios, tu mentón y tu cuello de besos mientras su mano juega con tus pechos hasta el cansancio, masajeando y pellizcando, haciéndote llorar con la sugerencia de utilizarlos para satisfacerse y nada más. Los golpea, justo como siempre dijo que haría, pero sus golpes son más caricia que tortura.

Utiliza sus uñas para recorrer el valle entre tus pechos, la zona de tus costillas y tu estómago, haciéndote sisear y regañándote cuando no permanecés quieta. Llega hasta el elástico de tu pantalón, frenando justo debajo de tu ombligo para hacerte cosquillas, regalándote así un momento para que lo detengas en caso de desearlo.

-¿Querés que te toque?

-Quiero que me cojas.

-Entonces primero tengo que tocarte- besa tu mejilla-. Necesito prepararte.

Retira tu pantalón, sin desperdiciar la oportunidad de acariciar tus piernas con vehemencia mientras lo hace, para luego deshacerse también de tu camisa y detenerse para contemplar tu cuerpo desnudo. Estás totalmente expuesta mientras él aún mantiene su camiseta y su ropa interior y el contraste te hace sentir vulnerable.

Sus manos en tus rodillas son una indicación que comprendés en cuestión de milisegundos y separás tus piernas para permitirle verte. Su respiración se entrecorta y su mandíbula se tensa. Intenta recuperar la compostura, esforzándose para no reclamar tu cuerpo como un salvaje, piensa en todo lo que le gustaría hacerte (nada de esto sirve para frenar sus impulsos).

-Tenés una conchita tan linda- se recuesta entre tus piernas y besa tu muslo-. Y es toda mía, ¿no?

-Tuya, sí.

Utiliza dos dedos para trazar una línea desde tu entrada goteante hasta tu clítoris, donde se detiene para dibujar círculos con una exasperante parsimonia que te hace rogar por más. Ignora tus súplicas, sus dedos recorriendo múltiples veces el mismo camino, antes de posicionar uno contra tu entrada y ver cómo se contrae con anticipación.

-Estás muy mojada, mi amor- vuelve a besar tu muslo y sólo para torturarte continúa:- Me parece que no vamos a necesitar el lubricante.

-Enzo...

-¿Qué?

-Apurate.

-Mirame- ordena. Cuando no obedecés decide morderte para llamar tu atención-. Necesito que me hables, ¿sí? Cualquier cosa que quieras, cuando algo no te guste, si duele...

-Está bien.

Te recompensa introduciendo su dedo medio y mordés tus nudillos. Sus dedos, más grandes y más largos que los tuyos, te hacen sentir llena y tocan en tu interior todos esos puntos que por lo general no podés encontrar. Mientras realiza pequeños movimientos, arrastrando el dígito dentro y fuera de tu estrecha entrada, gira su muñeca y curva la punta del mismo.

-Acá, ¿no?- sonríe cuando te escucha gemir.

Besa tu clítoris un par de veces, el contacto breve y suave, como una especie de advertencia antes de utilizar su lengua y labios en vos. Está tan desesperado por probarte que no se molesta en medirse y cuando te quejás por la sensibilidad, producto de tu anterior orgasmo, no parece importarle en lo absoluto. Continúa devorándote y tantea tu entrada con un segundo dedo.

Tirás de su cabello -es tanto o más sedoso de lo que pensabas- y te movés contra su boca, cualquier remanente de autocontrol ahora perdido, porque nunca antes habías experimentado algo así. El sonido producido por la mezcla entre tu humedad y su saliva es obsceno, ambos fluidos empapan tu centro, tus muslos, su mano y su rostro, pero eso parece excitarlos más.

-Más- exigís cuando sentís la proximidad de tu orgasmo.

Enzo introduce otro dedo y no podés hacer nada más que dejarte ir entre sollozos. En lugar de detenerse aumenta su tempo, sujetando tu pierna para impedir que escapes y manteniendo sus labios adheridos a tus pliegues para beber de tu liberación. Tus manos en su cabello, batallando por alejarlo y simultáneamente presionándolo más contra tu cuerpo, su nombre en tu boca, las contracciones de tus paredes y todo tu ser comienzan a volverse una adicción para él.

Se obliga a dejar de frotarse contra el colchón. No quiere arruinarlo todo.

-¿Querés más?- ofrece cuando vuelve a posicionarse sobre tu cuerpo. Tus pestañas brillan por las lágrimas que derramaste y él besa el rastro húmedo en tus mejillas mientras tu mano baja por su torso antes de colarse en su ropa interior. Cuando comenzás a tocarlo la calidez de tu palma amenaza con desbordarlo y busca refugio en tu cuello-. Dios... Me vas a matar.

-¿Así está bien?

-Sí, sí.

Cuando se reincorpora tomás su mejilla en tu otra mano y él gira su rostro unos centímetros para poder besar tu palma. Sólo deja de mirar tus ojos para ver tu boca, la manera en que mordés tu labio inferior con fuerza, tu mano envolviéndolo con dificultad y llevándolo hacia el límite. Cuando bajás la mirada comprendés el motivo de su fascinación y no podés evitar gemir.

Gotea cantidades absurdas de líquido preseminal sobre tu estómago.

-¿Enzo?

-¿Qué?

-Es muy grande- intenta ocultar su sonrisa, pero es en vano, ya conocés el significado y no te molestás en ocultar tu frustración ante su reacción arrogante-. No es gracioso.

-Perdón, bebé, es que…- se interrumpe con un gemido profundo que te hace apretar los muslos-. Está bien si querés parar.

-No quiero- aclarás-. Es que...

-¿Tenés lubricante?

Estirás el brazo para tomar el lubricante, perdido entre tus almohadas, sin dejar de tocarlo. Quién lamenta más el tener que separarse del otro es una pregunta sin respuesta, pero lo hacen, porque es necesario y porque saben que sólo será cuestión de unos minutos. Con expresión serena, intentando calmar tanto tus nervios como los suyos, Enzo deja caer unas gotas del producto en tu centro.

Vuelve a deslizar sus dedos en tu interior, separándolos y maravillándose con la imagen de tu entrada dilatándose, antes de arrojar un poco más de producto con la esperanza de facilitar la penetración. Tirás de las sábanas cuando un tercer dedo entra en tu cuerpo y ambos fingen ignorar la manera en que tu mirada permanece siempre sobre su mano.

-¿Qué decís?- pregunta mientras utiliza la base de su mano para ocuparse de tu clítoris-. ¿Estás lista?

-Sí.

Hace una pausa para desnudarse y perdés la capacidad del habla cuando por fin podés apreciar todo su cuerpo: los músculos en sus brazos, su pecho y su abdomen tonificado, el rastro de vello en la base de su miembro. Intentás dejar de mirarlo, concentrarte en su rostro, pero no parece molestarle y tampoco tenés la fuerza para despegar tu mirada de su persona.

Ocupa el lugar entre tus piernas, sosteniéndose con un brazo mientras guía su miembro hacia tu entrada, su rostro sobre el tuyo para poder mantener el contacto visual. Cuando delinea tus pliegues con su punta gemís y colocás una mano en su pecho, tus uñas rozando su piel, suplicándole silenciosamente y también rogándole para que se dé prisa.

Una pequeña exclamación hace que separes los labios -tu mandíbula cayendo exageradamente- una vez que comienza a penetrarte. El dolor te sorprende, pero es tolerable, sobre todo porque Enzo se mueve con la lentitud y la suavidad necesarias para permitir que te acostumbres a su tamaño. Rasguñás su pecho con los siguientes centímetros y él frunce el ceño, concentrado, intentando no provocarte más dolor.

-¿Necesitás que pare?

-No- negás rápidamente-. No pares.

Continúa hasta que la mitad de su miembro desaparece en tu interior y sólo entonces se detiene. La contracción de tus músculos sobre su extensión ya es exquisita y puede ver en tu rostro que necesitás un minuto o dos para recomponerte. Junta con su pulgar la saliva que mancha tu mentón y lo utiliza para jugar con tu clítoris.

Tu expresión de vulnerabilidad y total entrega le hacen perder el control. Mueve sus caderas sin pensarlo y gritás, pero tu cuerpo cede, recibiéndolo sin oponer mucha más resistencia. Termina de hundirse sin dejar de tocarte, esforzándose por mantener un ritmo constante para relajarte, ignorando el irrefrenable deseo de utilizarte de todas las maneras posibles hasta que sólo recuerdes su nombre.

Llevás una mano hacia tu abdomen bajo mientras balbuceás incoherentemente (sólo comprende las palabras profundo y llena) y él la cubre con la suya antes de ejercer presión. El gemido roto y tu respiración son la única advertencia que recibe antes de ver cómo otro orgasmo sacude tu cuerpo, tu espalda arqueándose y tus piernas rodeando su cadera para tenerlo más cerca (es imposible), tus párpados cerrados con fuerza y las lágrimas que no dejan de caer.

Sólo deja de tocarte cuando intentás apartar su mano, presa de la sobre estimulación, aunque escoge ese momento para comenzar a moverse. Sus estocadas no son precisamente lentas, pero el ritmo te permite acostumbrarte a la sensación de plenitud y el insufrible placer que produce la fricción entre su cuerpo y el tuyo.

Descansa sus codos a ambos lados de tu rostro para poder estar más cerca.

-Estás muy apretada- dice contra tu boca-. Me encantás.

-Me…- te interrumpís y humedecés tus labios en un intento de reunir valor. Cerrás los ojos antes de confesar:- Me encanta tu pija, Enzo.

Captura tus labios en un beso lleno de una pasión que se refleja también en el brutal golpe de sus caderas. Tu cuerpo se sacude sobre las sábanas y cuando Enzo rompe el beso –sus bocas permanecen unidas por un hilo de saliva- su mirada termina en tus pechos, hipnotizado por cómo suben y bajan con cada embestida, tus pezones erectos provocándolo.

El sonido de sus cuerpos colisionando resuena entre las paredes de tu habitación junto con tus gemidos agudos y su respiración pesada, el contacto de sus labios y tu piel con cada beso que deja en tu mandíbula y tu cuello, tus protestas cuando utiliza los dientes. Se queja cuando tus uñas se clavan en sus brazos, dibujando como lo hicieron en sus hombros y espalda, pero no intenta detenerte. Quiere un recordatorio de este momento.

En un fugaz movimiento intercambia sus posiciones, recostándose sobre el colchón y dejándote sentada sobre él, sus manos ahora sujetando con firmeza tu cadera para guiarte. El nuevo ángulo y el constante roce de tu clítoris sobre su pelvis te hacen delirar: repetís su nombre como una plegaria, rasguñás su pecho, rodeás su cuello con una mano y sujetás su mandíbula con la otra, desesperada por sentirlo.

-Sos hermosa, ¿sabías?- pellizca tu pezón y cuando intentás zafarte de su agarre golpea tu pecho con su palma abierta-. Y sos mía. Toda mía.

No estás segura de si son sus palabras o el placer lo que motiva tus acciones, pero plantás tus pies sobre el colchón y tus manos sobre su pecho en busca de apoyo, robándole con tus rápidos y pequeños saltos un gemido gutural. El esfuerzo hace arder tus músculos luego de unos pocos minutos pero no te detenés, querés volverlo loco y se siente muy bien como para parar.

Cada vez que tus muslos impactan con su cuerpo su punta besa tu cérvix y gritás. La línea que separa el placer y el dolor termina de difuminarse cuando sentís sus uñas en tu pierna y en tu cadera, cada vez más profundo, como si intentara marcarte de todas las maneras posibles.

Cuando Enzo rodea tu cintura con sus manos y toma impulso para embestirte te frustrás, molesta por ser incapaz de controlarlo como él te controla y también excitada por el poder que tiene sobre vos, pero la fuerza de sus movimientos termina haciéndote caer sobre su pecho y allí olvidás cualquier pensamiento que no sea su nombre.

Besás sus clavículas y él besa tu cabello antes de abrazarte con fuerza. Gemís sin control.

-Me vas a dejar llenarte toda, ¿no?- pregunta. Cuando no respondés tira de tu cabello para obligarte a mirarlo y no está seguro de qué disfruta más: las lágrimas que caen en cascada por tus mejillas o el hilo de saliva que escapa de tus labios-. ¿Querés que te llene la conchita?

-Sí, sí, sí.

Besa tu frente y cuando buscás su boca te corresponde. Tus suspiros, jadeos y gemidos se derraman sobre sus labios, así como las palabras inentendibles que le dirigís, pero él no necesita de palabras para saber lo que intentás comunicarle. Puede sentir tus pezones erectos contra su pecho y la manera en que tu interior succiona su miembro desesperadamente.

Golpea tu mejilla para llamar tu atención.

-Sos mía, ¿entendiste?

-Y vos sos mío.

-Siempre- con su mano en tu nuca te obliga a descansar tu frente sobre la suya. La intensidad y devoción que brillan en sus ojos te hace temblar entre sus brazos-. Somos el uno para el otro.

Sus palabras te empujan hacia el orgasmo y arrastrás tus labios por su mandíbula antes de buscar refugio en su cuello, desbordada por su confesión, por cómo sus brazos te rodean, por la forma en que abusa de tu cuerpo sin consideración.

El placer es intolerable y sentís el impulso de cerrar las piernas, pero la cadera de Enzo se interpone, así que mordés su hombro para lograr sobrellevar la brutalidad de tu clímax. Esto parece ser el último empujón que necesita para su propio orgasmo, porque sus embestidas frenéticas se tornan erráticas.  

-Toda, Enzo, toda- suplicás-. Por favor.

Intenta contenerse, prolongar el momento, pero es imposible considerando lo que estás pidiendo con tanta desesperación. Recorre todo tu cuerpo con sus manos y finalmente se deja ir (sus yemas sobre la piel que rodea tu entrada y rozando su miembro cada vez que entra y sale) con un gruñido. Llena tu interior con su semen caliente y no deja de moverse hasta que está seguro de que no queda nada más por derramar.

Besa tu hombro mientras intentan recuperarse.

-¿Estás bien?

-Sí- contestás con un hilo de voz-. ¿Vos…?

-Mejor que nunca.

Soltás una risa tímida.

-Estás temblando otra vez- susurra cuando abandonás tu lugar en su cuello. Peina tu cabello y busca cualquier señal de incomodidad o dolor en tu rostro-. ¿Estás segura de que estás bien?

-Sí.

-Voy a...

Abandona tu interior lentamente y protestás por la sensación de ardor en tu entrada. Besa tu mejilla para disculparse y te recuesta sobre el colchón, estirándose para poder tomar su camiseta y cubriéndote con ella. Suelta una carcajada.

-¿De qué te reís?

Se arroja a tu lado.

-Nunca imaginé que esto iba a pasar- acaricia tu mejilla-. Pensé que sería diferente.

-¿Te arrepentís...?

-No. Nunca. Jamás pienses eso- vuelve a acercarse a tu rostro-. Es así como tenía que ser.

-¿Te puedo hacer una pregunta?

-Por supuesto.

-¿Qué estabas haciendo antes de venir?

-Fui a ver la obra que protagoniza un amigo.

-¿Y por qué recién cuando llegaste me mandaste un mensaje preguntando si estaba enojada?- tomás un mechón de su cabello entre tus dedos-. ¿No se te ocurrió que podía estar ocupada?

-Qué suerte que no lo estabas, ¿no?- ríe-. Pensaba hablar con vos antes, ¿sabés? Cuando no me respondiste las historias pensé en decirte.

-¿Y qué pasó?

-No podía esperar más. Quería verte.

Tu sonrisa es reemplazada por una mueca de disgusto rápidamente y cuando bajás la vista Enzo comprende el motivo. Su liberación corre por tu piel y mancha tus muslos de manera tentadora, pero la cantidad que cae humedece y oscurece las sábanas.

En silencio abandonan la cama y te conduce hacia el baño. Espera pacientemente junto a la puerta y cuando lo invitás a entrar te sigue hacia la ducha, donde no puede evitar besarte mientras el agua caliente impacta de lleno en sus hombros y su espalda.

-Lo dije en serio- asegura cuando el vapor los rodea por completo-. Somos el uno para el otro.

[h5eavenly]

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Thirty-One - Wish you could stay.

warnings; smut (degrading names, fingering and thigh riding) and as always sprinkles of angst. playlist: lust for life by lana del rey

p.s pls ignore any spelling errors or grammar errors i'm a little delirious

w.c: 6k

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Time seemed to be your enemy, swearing to leave you suffering in a puddle of your own arousal. It moves agonizingly slow. Taunting you with a smirk of victory every time you looked at your phone only for it to stay the same.

“I just want us to go back to the way we used to be, you know?” Wooyoung speaks from next you, sitting side by side in one of his comfy cream colored couch. The almost empty bottle of wine on the table is the only evidence of time ever ticking by. You’re not insane just yet.

“I want that too,” you reply, not as genuine as you would like to be. Not because you didn’t want it but because your attention is stolen by another certain someone.

“But Yeosang is making it harder than I’d like.” You continue in a distant voice, eyes on the lit screen of your phone. Just 11 more minutes. Wooyoung huffs, head falling back on the couch, looking stressed enough to get a glimpse of your attention “I tried to talk some sense into him the other day. Hopefully that did something to his brain.”

“I hope so too.”

Wooyoung dawns the rest of his remaining wine, placing his empty glass right next to your full one. A comfortable silence fills the dark room and is immediately interrupting by the sound of a message coming from your phone. Your hand gravitas towards it right away.

I’m outside.

Two simple words have your heart skipping beats as if you’re on the verge of dying.

“Well, I better head home,” you announce, standing up from the couch and Wooyoung follows. Guiding you to the door with a yawn falling from his lips “Lover boy is already here?” You slap his chest with little to no impact behind it “He’s not my lover,” you defend weakly, a pink blush already coloring your cheeks.

“Uh huh,” he muses, leaning on the wall as he watches you put your shoes back on. You stay silent, letting yourself dwell over the word a little longer than what would your heart deem safe.

Lover. Could Hyunjin ever be your lover after everything you guys have been through?

“Take this it’s freezing outside.” Wooyoung voice pulls you out of your thoughts again, dangling in front of you like a hook you so desperately cling to. Just so you don’t give room for false hope to plant itself inside of you.

You look at the piece of clothing that’s being offered to you, a simple blue jacket that you have seen on Wooyoung multiple times. It reeks of his signature Dior cologne. Masculine and thick. Hyunjin’ texts from a couple of days ago swirls around in your mind, cosplays itself into temptations and dares you to take it.

Don’t you dare come out in his fucking clothes.

“Thank you.” You nod, taking the jacket from his hands and putting it on, it hangs loosely around your shoulders. Too big for you and Wooyoung grins at you.

If you were going to meet up with the devil might as well have him take you on a trip to hell.

“Take care Kitty,” his hand ruffles your hair, leaving your dark hair a mess atop of your head “you too puppy” you reply, a pinch to his cheek has him slapping your hand away with a groan.

Hyunjin is waiting outside, minho’s motorcycle that he seems to drive more than said owner is used again as leverage for him to lean on. His arms are crossed on his chest. His expression is stoic as if he himself has not been counting the minutes just to see you. As if he hadn’t come here 15 minutes early and waited for you like a kid. A twitch of his brows is the only given of annoyance he lets break free.

Hyunjin feels something akin to a monster he tried to keep locked break free inside of him. Perhaps he underestimated you, didn’t expect his angel to join in this game of push and pull you always seem to fall into. The monster feeds on the sight of you in a jacket that so clearly doesn’t belong to you, doesn’t fit you. It sinks its claw in his soul, spreading anger in his veins.

“Come here, pretty.” He taunts like the sweet devil he is, eyes narrowing as they flick to Wooyoung who’s watching you from behind. He’s being ridiculous, he realizes that. But this monster latched itself onto him like a parasite. And maybe he was a showoff, maybe he wanted to show Wooyoung how he takes back what belongs to him and that’s why he outstretched his palm out to you, offering his hand for you take.

He knows you will come to him; you always do. However, he does not expect you to run to him. He does not expect you to throw yourself at him like you’re offering, and he does not expect you to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him. The scent of wooyoung’s cologne chokes him, nausea builds quickly in the pit of his stomach. The monster tells him to rip it off you.

“Jinnie.” You breathe out in his neck, your voice is a sweet melody that manages to steal his breath every single time. He’s dizzied even when his hands fall naturally to your waist, even when he’s pulling you closer to him as if he wants to blend your bodies together. His mind is racing because you never initiated physical touch before this. All these past weeks he has been the one to touch you first, hands lingering everywhere on your body. Leaving the ghost of his fingers on your skin.

“Missed me?” he asks, voice thick with emotions and throat running dry. He needs to drink you in.

“I did,” you answer truthfully. Leaning back just enough to look up at him with a smile adorning your beautiful face. He keeps his expression cold, eyes fliting to the messy strands of your hair, another painful evidence of wandering hands that had touch you “mhm,” his fingers run through your hair, taming them back into place and you lean into his touch. Warmth spreads in your blood warning of the love threatening to poison you. You don’t listen and your nose nuzzles Hyunjin’s cheek. Behind you, Wooyoung walks back into his apartment complex with slumped shoulders.

The ride to your house is quiet, no room for words over the roaring engine of the motorcycle. You keep your palm sprawled on the right side of his chest, atop of his heart. It beats under your hand and as you’re hugging his back an overwhelmingly selfish need wash over you. You wish his heart wouldn’t beat this way for anyone aside from you. An enormous urge to steal his heart away, maybe hide it in a chest and bury it in a spot no one knows aside from you. It feels like the only way you’d ever find security.

The end was inevitable. Your time with Hyunjin was like a ticking clock casting a shadow over you, constantly reminding you of how you’re running out of time. How Hyunjin is only growing further away from you and all you could do is stand still and wait. Wait for him to someday look back at you and walk back to you. And even when he does the clock resets itself. It’s just another round of unavoidable pain for you, fuck ups that will only bury your feet deeper into this beach of sand you can’t leave. You welcome it, each time. You sacrifice your heart, pretending to be the strongest soldier of an army that only involves you. And Hyunjin will chew on your heart sweetly, sink his teeth into it until you’re bleeding and leaving you in disarray.

Just like when you’re eighteen you’ll let go of him first. He’ll cry but soon enough he’ll be walking away and just like that you go back to your place, standing alone on the beach of your memories and you wait. You wait for the clock to restart and another round of misery to unleash itself at you. But you’ll welcome it.

As if sensing your distress Hyunjin’s hand is on your thigh when you stop by a red light, Large and warm, his fingers sink into the plump flesh of your clad thigh. He looks back at you over his shoulder. The visor of his helmet deprives you of what kind of expression he’s making. He squeezes your thigh as if he knows as if he’s asking.

Are you okay?

You find yourself wishing you weren’t this mess of unspoken words, you wish weren’t this being of immense anxiety that never seems to settle down, never seems satisfied. If only you weren’t egocentric enough to constantly crave more from the boy in front of you. Your palm is on top of his, squeezing back.

I’m okay.

The street of your house is quiet and dimly lit by the countless streetlights cosplaying itself as a path, to them it’s heaven and to you it’s nothing but hell. You loiter by Hyunjin’s back, taking faux interest in the dying flowers at your front porch. Hyunjin watches you as if it’s his favorite hobby, as if he’s admiring his favorite piece of art and he isn’t in the middle of a space he doesn’t belong to. He is motionless, doesn’t say anything as if to punish you for all the little shit you pulled tonight.

Your top teeth sink into your bottom lip swallowing back a whimper of guilt that’s begging to escape. Lured by the ice in his eyes. Your fingers curl around his, your warmth overtakes him “You wanna come in?” you ask with a tilt of your head, he isn’t sure if the color in your cheeks is left there by the cold or if you’re blushing. Hyunjin pretends to think, tilts his head in a mirroring manner to yours and keeps his gaze locked on you. He stalls, eyes hooded as he watches you grow more anxious by the second. You’re fidgeting as if you’re slowly breaking, your nails start to dig into his palm leaving red marks behind. It’s so sweet, even your impatient anger is sweet.

“What about your parents?”

“They’re probably sleeping,” your stare flit across your large house, darkening windows are a comfort to your assumption “we have just to be quiet.”

Hyunjin tugs you forward with your hand, your chest collides with his and he’s so close, his lips are so close “yeah? You think you can do that?” your eyes flicker to his lips as if it’s where it was always supposed to be “can you be quiet?” he sarcastically asks, clearly not looking for an answer by the way, his lips curl into a smirk. The dampness of your underwear is only a reminder of the effect this man has on you.

“I can be quiet.” You whisper, your voice alone is enough to melt mountains of ice in his heart, but he keeps his demeanor the same. The mutual understanding of what those words exactly mean swim between you two. Tempting him to take you against the back of his motorcycle, fuck you in the open and not care if some old rich lady comes out of one those houses and calls the cops on him. Going to jail for fucking you sounds fitting. 

“Sure then,” he replies with a non-committal shrug. A vagueness he hopes to have you overthinking just so he could take place in your mind.

You take him by surprise once again when you intertwine your fingers with his and tug him towards the door with a smile that’s too pretty for the situation you are in. He finds himself breathless, wondering how you manage to do it. How are you both soft and alluring. How are you the cause of the fastening oscillation of his heart and the poisons treat of his darkening desires.

Hyunjin places himself on your bed comfortably, as if he belongs there. His palms are flat on the bed as he leans back. Eyes feral and heavy as you stand by the door awkwardly as if this isn’t your room. As if you’re an intruder. Hyunjin tilts his head, his legs spreading wide apart as if it’s calling for you.

“Come here, pretty.” He whispers an order in the quietness of your room. A mischievous glint sets his dark eyes alight as the blush spreading across your face deepens.

“Take that fucking jacket off.” He snarls when you take two steps towards him. A rush of heat blooms in your underwear at his tone, fiery and dominate. You nod, eyes wide in innocence that only fuels him further. You shrug the jacket off you in quick movements. Suddenly growing exceedingly hot. The fabric burns your skin as it falls on the floor right next to your feet.

Hyunjin looks somewhat satisfied at how fast you listen to him, with his silence you take permission to walk to him. You stand before him, looking down at him through your thick lashes. Emotions fighting against each other on which one gets to display itself on your face. Love is stronger than anything you’ve ever wished to feel. Despite the growing warmth of your body, the wetness collecting uncomfortably against the fabric of your underwear. Leaving clear evidence of your hunger for Hyunjin. Love still wins, climbs on top and spreads its tenderness on your face. Its softness in the flickers of color in your eyes.

Hyunjin sees it all, basks in your ever building devotion for him, his own obsession finds its way between the cracks of your innocence and nestles itself there, promises to imprint himself on your soul just so you won’t ever look at someone the way you’re looking at him right now.

“Sit.” His large hand envelopes the side of your hip, warm and possessive as it adds unnecessary heat to your already burning body. He tugs you with a guide towards his thigh and you follow, straddling it. Your arms find their way around his neck, as if they always have waited for this moment. Waited to take their claim on the blonde boy you always seemed to yearn for.

Hyunjin’s hand travels from your hips to your hair, leaving goosebumps to bloom behind, an arch in your back that has his eyes hooded. He brushes through the soft strands of your hair taking his sweet time as you start to squirm on his lap. The pressure of his thigh against your clothed sex is driving you insane. He finds it entertaining; you can tell.

“Ah! You cry out in both pain and surprise when his hand tugs at your hair, the stinging pain spreads through your skull leaving behind a delicious wave of arousal that settles in the pit of your stomach.

“You think this is funny?” he muses, no need to explain what he’s talking about because you know. You always know. Your mouth waters at the way his mouth hardness, a betrayal of the imitation indifference he likes to wear. You shake your head, as best as you can in the hold he has on your hair. He tugs harder and you mewl, looking at him with watering eyes.

“No?” he tuts, jutting his bottom lip in a mocking pout that is quickly replaced with a knife-like stare “talk.” You let out a shaky breath, hyper aware of his hands on you, in your hair. His thigh against your cunt. Your legs shake in aching need for him.

“I-it’s not funny.” You answer with a broken whimper when his fingers loosen their grip on your strands. Leaving your body completely to resume their original position on the bed. He watches in amusement as your hands scramble to hold onto him, your nails digging in his clothed shoulders. He wishes you could dig them in his bare skin.

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” Hyunjin scoffs, addressing your poor attempts at making him jealous, misplaced hope to get a reaction out of him. You avoid his eyes, turning your face when the eye contact only seems to water your already growing humiliation.

He slightly bounces his leg earning a breathy gasp from your parted lips, so pretty it makes him dizzy. You lose your grip on sanity, the need for him overwhelms your senses and your hips start to move against his thigh, rolling into the rough fabric between you. The sensations are so dulled by your clothes, the pressure on your core is barely there, it tips you even further into insanity.

Hyunjin chuckles, humorless and cruel. Trying to be a villain he will never be “Acting like a bitch in heat. Grinding against my thigh while I’m still talking, are you that desperate?” you shake your head, can’t make sense of what exactly you’re denying at this point. Hyunjin hums absentmindedly, his fingers thumb at the button of your shirt “What did you and Wooyoung talk about all night?” he unbuttons the first one giving you room for your breathing to deepen. Your hips increase in speed, running after a release that seems to be slipping further and further away. You whine in frustration not registering a word that has come out of his mouth.

He bounces his leg again, sending wave of shock to your core, has your hips stuttering  with a soft moan. It’s cut off by his hand tapping lightly against your cheek. Not hard enough to hurt but enough to have you dripping. You open your eyes to look at his colder ones, tears of impatience cloud your vision. But not enough for them to spill.

“What?” You sputter, pink splashing across your face like spilled wine.

“What did you and Wooyoung talk about? Tell me.” He thumbs at your second button; the lace of your bra teases him with a chant to take you. Your hips halt their movement, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as to why he’s bringing this up now.

Hyunjin can’t help himself, can’t help the urge that nudges the monster inside of him any longer. Lurching forwards he buries his face in your chest, the scent of your bodywash engulfs him, washing over the disgusting cologne that had cling to your button up shirt. His hands are back on your hips, a bruising grip that guides you back and forth. Encouraging you to keep going.

“I’m being so nice, kitty. Letting you use me like this” he speaks against your skin; it vibrates through your whole being. His warm breath leaving shivers all over your body “the least you could do is answer me yeah?” he hums, placing an open mouth kissed right at the top of your breasts. Your hands tighten their grip on his shoulder, scrunching up the fabric of his grey jacket under your fingers.

“A-a lot.” You answer vaguely, stupidly hoping that it will end then. It doesn’t

“Like what?” He continues his trail of assaulting kisses up your neck, the sounds only add fuel to the fire inside of you. He sucks particularly hard at the side of your neck, and you turn your head with a mewl. Allowing him space, hoping for a mark to be left behind.

“W-we talked about- ah” he bites your earlobe with a grin, pulls it just to watch the way your eyes flutter shut prettily “about Yeosang.”

“What about him?” His tone is monotone, despite the trail of blossoming cherry blossoms he leaves on your neck. The loving touch of his hands as they climb up to your bra. Toying with the clasp. You can’t think straight you feel like everything shouldn’t feel this intense, this tortures.

“Hyunjin.” you plea.

“You’re not hiding stuff from me, are you?” he warns, his fingers expertly unclasping your bra.

“I’m not,” you whimper with a shake of your head, the cold overwhelms you, has your nipples hardening and you throw yourself forward, hugging him and burying your face in his neck. Hyunjin’s fingers dance across your back, unaware of the lie you just added to your darkening chest.

“Just said he’s sorry,” you mumble, your hips starting to grow tired. Your pussy pulses in arousal, begging for his touch.

With a hand around your hip, he flips you over, off his lap and instead your back meets the silk sheets of your bed. The scent of powder and jasmine spreads around you. Your dark hair is splayed out around you, in contrast to the white sheets. The moonlight illuminates your features. Makes the unshed tears in your sparkle like diamonds, stealing his breath away with their beauty. You’re a sight to behold, your white button up still hangs on you, and you look nothing like a human but more like an ethereal creature. An angel that has descended from heaven just for him.

Hyunjin halts his movements, hooking his leg over your body. His gaze trails over you, appreciative, and your own drinks him in. watching him with eager and big eyes. Dripping with nothing but vulnerability and adoration for him. He wonders if he’s growing addicted to your pristine vulnerability or just the existence of you, needing him.

His hand reaches for you, cupping your cheek and you, just like he had always imagined lean into his touch, turning your head to place a tender kiss to the palm of his hand. It has his heart swelling with affection in his chest. He is once again astounded by you, by the effect you have on him and by your ability to have his heart chanting your name over and over again like no other woman in this world exists. Or your ability to have his cock hard and heavy in the tight space of his boxers, like he could explode just at the sight of your hard nipples. He swipes his thumb underneath your nipple, teasing despite the dryness of his throat.

You arch your back into him. For him and Hyunjin is confused, doesn’t know if he should lean into his love or lust.

“Hyunjin please.” Your whimper, tone laced with need and desperation pulls him out of his trance. A calling to remind him that he doesn’t have to daydream about you anymore. Because the real thing is under him right now.

“Please what angel?” his tongue swipes against his bottom lip, adding misery to your already dreading torture.

“Please touch me.” Your eyes implore into his, a broken edge to your voice has satisfaction spreading its wings in his chest.

“Where do you want me to touch?” he teases with a quirk of his lips that makes you want to cry “show me,” your smaller hand circles his wrist, trailing his hand across your body. Over your chest and down your stomach leaving a burning sensation behind. He swallows when you stop his hand right at the top of your jeans. Eyes pleading for him.

“Good girl.” His voice is heavy, words almost slurring together like he could taste you in the air. Lips smacking together in a passing thought as he tugs at your jeans, it goes with ease along with your underwear.

A warmth envelope your chest at his words, spreading across your chest and hugging your heart. It’s quickly washed away by a deep embarrassment once you realize how quickly exposed you have suddenly become while Hyunjin still remains fully clothed. Despite the overflowing wetness between your legs, your need for him. You close your legs with a whimper.

Hyunjin’s hands are meticulous on your knees, ignoring your voices as he pulls them apart. His eyes are on your core, your pink cunt spread for him. Glistening and it’s perfect. Prettier than anything he ever imagined. You’re dripping on your sheets, already making a mess of yourself when he has barely touched you. It has his ego skyrocketing, licking his lips in overwhelming hunger.

You’re such a mess, his mess.

“you’re so wet angel,” you whine, embarrassed by the fact that he isn’t doing anything, that he just stills and stares you down. Drowning you in his cold torture. Your hands come to cover your face unable to keep eye contact. Despite his disapproval he doesn’t tell you to do otherwise. His cold finger trails over your drenched folds, collecting your wetness with the pad of his finger. Your body attempts to chase after him, clenching around nothing in anticipation. Hyunjin pushes your hips down, bringing his finger to his mouth and keeps his hooded eyes on you that is peeking at him through your hands.

He moans at your taste, eyes rolling back. It has your chest heaving; your hands fall from your face at the way he crumbles so easily for you “You taste so good baby.” His tone lowers into a whisper, igniting the fire building inside of you once again.

“Please jinnie,” you find yourself begging once again, not sure for what exactly. For him, for anything to settle you down. Your face crumbles pleadingly when he keeps staring at you like he’s not in a rush, like he has all night. And that was all what it took for your frustration to finally snap. Collecting itself into tears in your eyes and the spill slowly over your cheeks. You’re overwhelmed yet not feeling anything enough, it only fuels him further, sends him right into the lap of the monster that seems to feed off your tears.

“Shh it’s okay,” Hyunjin collects your tears with the pad of his fingers, tone conceding in comparison to the softness that lingers in his touch. His fingers trail down to your plush lips, prodding them open “suck.” His half-lidded eyes stare back down at you and you comply. Tongue swirling around his fingers.

Hyunjin feels his jeans grow tighter around him as if that was possible. The sight of your tear-streaked face with his fingers in your mouth almost has him coming right then. He wishes he had his phone right now, take a pretty picture of you and save it for later.

“Such a good slut for me, aren’t you?” he preens inside when you nod your head incessantly, moaning around his fingers as if they were a strawberry flavored lollipop. Spit drips down the side of your lips and Hyunjin leans down, licking it.

Pulling his drenched fingers from your tempting mouth, he trails them down to your pussy, his thumb pressing into your clit, unmoving.

“You want it?” he whispers right on top of your lips, inches away and kisses at a tear that manages to escape your eyes “I-I want it,” you whimper, your breath fanning over his face. He keeps his eyes on you, fliting across your feature when he finally, finally lets his finger slip inside of you. He growls lowly at how wet you are, at the way your hole swallows his finger hungrily. You moan loudly, head thrown back as your own fingers tangle themselves into his blonde locks.

“More.” You plead; your breathing deepens as your hips rock back against his fingers in desperation. He complies, slipping two more fingers. The stretch burns so good, has your mouth falling agape in a silent moan. Eyebrows knitted and lashes fluttering. He’s completely enamored by you. By your sounds, your reaction. His own breathing uneven, matching yours. He can’t look away, can’t dare to miss the sweat rolling down your forehead.

“Feels good?” his noses along your cheek, his fingers start moving faster and deeper inside of you. It turns your brain to mush, has you melting right into your sheets. Your tongue forgets its purpose and you’re unable to say anything back as if your words have been stolen away by him. You only nod with a mewl, you rock feverishly against his fingers, your orgasm building at the speed of light.

His gaze is dark upon you, watching you lose your sanity for him has him drowning in his own lust, cock heavy between his legs. It burns a hole on the right side of your face.

“You’re gonna come?” his voice more than a whisper yet it manages to tighten the knot forming in your tummy “please,” he doesn’t even need to tell you to beg, you just do it. Desperate for the release you’ve been waiting for.

“You think you deserve it?” you sob, more tears rolling down your pink cheeks, you’re so close so close to falling apart, you could taste it on your tongue “please I’m sorry” you pathetically mutter, grabbing at whatever words your brain throws at you in hope that it will redeem your mishaps, in hope that it will soften Hyunjin’s heart. He chuckles lowly, impressed by how pathetic you sound when he hasn’t even fucked you yet. He still decides to be merciful “come for me, princess.” His voice clear and deep.

You throw your head back, mouth completely open and your core tightens around his fingers. Pleasure washes over your entire body as you come with a loud whine. A sweet song he listens to religiously. He wishes to burn the sight of you coming into his brain, he needs to record it, wants to reply it over and over again. The need overwhelms him, his throat growing dry as he stares at you trying to catch your breath.

You stare back, the eye contact makes your face burn. Your fingers brush at hairs at the nape of his neck, your nose bumps into his chin “thank you.” You mumble sweetly, airy. He thumbs at the abandoned tears at the corner of your eyes. His lips gravitas towards your own and the lust swimming in you dissipates, replaced with a silent desperation for his kiss. You lean closer to him, hoping for him to close the distance, for him to end another misery of yours that only exists because of him.

He lingers, stares at you as if he’s searching for the truth behind the blatant lies you spill endlessly.

“Y/N?” both of you freeze, the bubble of arousal and overwhelming loving explodes abruptly around you. The sound of your mother has your eyes widening “Y-Yes mommy?” you call back, Hyunjin shakes his head at you in confusion and you shrug.

“What’s going on? I heard voices.” Your heart picks up speed in panic, you push Hyunjin off from on top of you and he goes with ease. Eyes comically wide in terror. You quickly discard the shirt on you to the floor, grabbing one of your robes and wrapping it around yourself.

“Wait for me.” You mouth to Hyunjin who only nods back, seeming to be in a daze. You unlock your door, walking out and closing it behind you to see your mom’s figure down the dark corridor “What are you doing?” She questions, hair ruffled and voice thick with sleep. You stare at her dumbfoundedly. Grateful for the dark as it helps you conceal the aftermath of your orgasm “Nothing.”

“Why are you awake? It’s 3 am” her tone is suspicious, eyes flickering to your closed bedroom door “I was asleep, but I had a nightmare that’s all.” Your lie is childlike, you realize and maybe if your mom wasn’t so sleepy she would have caught on but that along with the faux indifference in your tone seem enough to convince her. She nods at you and mumbles something about going back to sleep. You let out a breath of relief when she turns around and walks away.

“Sorry about that. She’s gone.” You say to Hyunjin once you’re in your room, closing your door behind you and locking it. His eyes flicker between your hand and your face, a smile on his face. So charming it has you falling in love all over again. You wonder how many times is it possible to fall for the same person.

He’s sitting by the edge of your bed, legs spread open like an earlier scene “it’s okay.” He assures you and you swallow back nothing. Throwing yourself into your bed, face down. you huff.

Hyunjin chuckles, it vibrates through the walls of your heart. Pulling at your heartstrings.

“Sorry we couldn’t… you know.” You trail off awkwardly, peeking at him with the corner of your eyes and he shakes his head dismissively “It’s okay. I’m not fond of fucking you when your parents are down the hall.” His hand is in your hair, brushing strands away from your face. He doesn’t want anything to block you from watching him. He wants to be able to watch you back, when you’re moaning and when you’re tired, falling into a rare kind of softness.

You try not to think about the fact that those same fingers were inside you not long ago, it has your thighs clenching together and you chastise yourself for your endless hunger.

“Why did you not want to hang out with us today? Was it because of Yeji?” You don’t expect him to speak and when he does you don’t expect it to be this. An ember of curiosity swims in his eyes. This is a forwardness in this Hyunjin that you’re not used to. You were used to the old Hyunjin, the avoidant Hyunjin. The one you used to have an endless game of mouse and cat with.

You’re almost bitter at the fact he changed and you haven’t.

“Partly.” You lie through your teeth, sitting back next to him and his body welcomes you. Molds itself to make space for you “why do you hate her? Did something that I’m unaware of happen between you?”

Hate. Such a strong word that you wish to plaster on every feeling coursing through your body. You wish for it to be this easy. But it isn’t and anything you feel is nowhere close to hate.

“I don’t hate her. She just makes me uncomfortable.” You pull another lie, opening up another chest to bury this one in. One isn’t enough anymore. The mountain of unspoken words only seems to grow bigger between you.

“Do you think you could try next time? For me?” he hums, a hand cradling your cheek in a sweet manner, like a sweet lover you will never get the chance to have. Your time with him will run out before then.

 “I want you guys to get along.” He adds and his tone is gentle, soft and more than anything hopeful. You blame him for your endless lies that seem to tumble out whenever you’re around him “Okay.” Hyunjin smiles and leans down to place a kiss to your cheek “Thank you, pretty.” You keep silent, leaning your head on his shoulder. Silence fills the room and Hyunjin fingers play with yours. You drown in your misery, guilt seeps into your blood and you wonder if being in love would ever be good enough of a defense against your malicious acts. When they finally catch up with you, what kind of betrayal would Hyunjin wear? when he finds out who you really are. When he unravels the ugliness, you hide.

How long do you have till then?

“I wish you could stay with me forever Hyunjin.” You don’t look up to see the softness that breaks into his features, the hopeful glint you had killed when you were eighteen is there again.

“Me too Angel.” He says back so easily.

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[casterousaudrey]

To have loved and lost

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Astarion/Gender Neutral!Reader

Theme: very angsty, death of a lover, revenge.

Note: The people have spoken and I shall answer. I tried to make this as lore-accurate as I could while maintaining my main idea! Sorry if there are errors. I was initially going to write this as a hurt/comfort but angst was just calling my name 😪. I HIGHLY recommend listening to these songs while reading hehe.

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It wasn't supposed to happen how it did. Beating Cazador was supposed to be easy, Astarion had you and your other companions to fight alongside him. The difficult part was supposed to be deciding whether he would take this power for himself or let it go along with the thousands of vampire spawns with it.

So why was he frozen in place with your lifeless body an arm away, as your other companions tried to keep Cazador and his other lackeys at bay. You were always the protective type, you cared- probably more than you should for other people. He never understood how you could be so kind to people you just met, he who tried to kill you when you first met, he who takes all your offers to drink your blood, and he whose only goal was to kill Cazador, that was before he got closer to you.

He wasn't used to affection that didn't have a price, after all the times he fed on you he didn't hear a single condition on what you should get in return, all he heard was "I'm just happy to be helping you" Or "I can see in your eyes that the hunt wasn't good today, just swing by my tent if you need me ok?". He was- confused, and albeit sickened, after what he experienced being that kind only made him weak and even made him into a slave for Cazador. At the same time he couldn't help what he was feeling, how could he deny how he felt calm when he was in your embrace after particularly hard days, your skin on his with pleasure he never felt before, your kisses felt like the touch of the sun bringing back warmth into his pale and cold body, and your eyes that held no disgust for him.

But in the end, he was right, your kindness made you take a blow from Cazador for him and you paid the price. The last thing he remembered was you running to the blast that was aimed at him, gaining multiple attacks from the numerous minions Cazador had. Astarion couldn't move, he was stuck in place by Cazador and he already accepted the blast that was coming his way but if he knew that you were going to stand between him and Cazador maybe he would've fought harder, maybe your body wouldn't have been facing him with your eyes only focused on his. The moment you got hit- he swore he saw a tear leave your eye. He still doesn't know if it was out of worry for him or fear for what would happen to you.

The blast made your body fly to him as the impact knocked both you and Astarion to a nearby pillar. He was numb, even more than he was in all the years he served Cazador. After regaining his composure Astarion tried to take a glimpse at your body, but it only made him hold his breath and look away.

"Astarion are they ok? Say something!" He could hear Shadowheart screaming for him but there was still a distinct ringing in his head, he couldn't understand what was happening, he couldn't process what just happened. Shadowheart killed the remaining lackeys Cazador had while Karlach was able to kill most of them, Maybe they also saw what happened, and maybe they were also in rage. Who could blame them, You were the best of the group, and everyone's morale solely depended on you keeping it up.

He finally gained the courage to approach your body- crawling to where you were as he turned your body upright. He finally processed what had happened, you are dead, you sacrificed your life for a vampire spawn and he never felt sadness the way he did right now. Your eyes were closed, your chest not moving to breathe, this couldn't be the end. He loved you too much to let you go now, and he regretted not saying those three words earlier. "I love you" He whispered although now it didn't feel like what he imagined it would be, it felt meaningless.

In his grief he tried to find a solution, he racked his brain for any kind of answer, and in desperation, he found one. He'll turn you into a vampire, just like what happened to him when he died. Although he hoped this would happen in different circumstances he can't doubt himself now. "Hold on darling, okay? I got you. I'm here." He cradled your body in his arms as he wasted no time to bite your neck. In all his years as a spawn he has never experienced truly turning someone else, and why would he, the pain he remembered when he turned was not the pain he wanted on anyone else.

A bite and a drop of his blood was all that it should've taken. He bit his arm and had taken more than a drop of his blood in his mouth. He held your face as his blood made its way down your throat. For a moment he was glad, he knew it would work, this was how he turned! How could it not? But with the bite mark on your neck and the smell of his blood still lingering on your lips, you still weren't moving or responding at all. "What's the matter, love? Why isn't it working? I need you to live please!"

He cried and cried but through his tears, he wondered if maybe just biting you and giving you more blood would work. Frantic he started to remove the armor you had to gain access to more parts of your body.

Bite.

Your wrist, the same ones he remembers so tenderly to have kissed when you made love.

Bite.

Your leg, it would always tangle with his on nights that you found peace in each other's arms.

Bite.

Your thigh, what he would give to hold it tight once again as you sat on top of him.

Bite.

Your neck again, where he would bury his face, and suddenly all his problems would disappear.

He took in even more of his blood that once again made its way deep down your throat.

...

..

.

But nothing, it wouldn't work. He tried to reason with himself that maybe just maybe it would take a while for you to turn but he knew deep down that wasn't how it worked.

"You see boy, you are weak, you are nothing but a vampire spawn with no ability to protect anyone. Did I not teach you better than this?" Cazador who was already on his knees still managed to talk Astarion down.

Shock turned to grief and grief into rage.

"In all my problems and all the times I failed it was always you who was behind it..." Astarion made sure to put your body down gently whispering an 'I'll be back sweetheart' before standing up and striding towards Cazador and grabbing him by the back of his head "You just weren't satisfied with the years of pure shit you put me through were you?" Out of all the cruel things Cazador has done Astarion would argue that this is by far the most gut-wrenching thing he had ever experienced.

"Astarion, maybe if we bring them back to a church fast enough the clerics could-"

"The clerics can't do anything about this now!"

Karlach was quick to stop talking, normally she would not be easily swayed but she knew that he was right, You were as good as dead and in Astarions mind his world had also ended.

"You are a fool to believe that you could ever have a happy ending, Astarion. From the moment I turned you to the moment you lured your first victim you should've known that no Gods would ever take pity on your soul." The hand that was holding the back of Cazador's neck tightened. "You're right, No God would help me, but maybe your little contract can"

Astarion threw Cazador on the ground as the decision was set in his mind. "What do you think you're doing?" Finally, a hint of fear in Cazador's voice was what Astarion needed to continue what he was about to do. He needed to ascend to find another solution that his abilities as a spawn couldn't possibly find. "Karlach, I need your help- your eyes rather, to see the scars on my back. Use the parasite to connect to my mind so I can see the scars on my back and copy it onto his."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, but I would, years of trying to push me towards the edge and today... You finally did it and I applaud you" Astarion picks up the blade beside him ready to carve the contract onto his back.

"You know I can't let you do that" Karlach tries to reason as she sees how truly hurt Astarion is.

"That wasn't a question! All the power that he's lusted after will be mine"

"At the cost of a lot of lives. It's not worth it, Astarion" Shadowheart knows nothing could sway him now, not after what Cazador did.

"My darlings' life was worth more than thousands! I'm just trying to even out the score"

Karlach debates for a minute, If she lets Astarion do the ritual thousands would die but if she doesn't Cazador would surely find a way to ascend and hunt down Astarion. In the end, she lets Astarion see the scars on his back, she could feel the blade in his hand with a tight grip and his grief covered by the lust for power that he can obtain.

"Yes, yes I see it." Astarion smiles a wicked grin as he removes Cazador's top which reveals his bare back soon to be marked with a contract.

The moment the blade came in contact with Cazador's back it was followed by his blood-curdling screams with the sound of flesh being carved out rather brutally. Shadowheart had to look away until the screams came to an end and the contract was finally set on Cazador's back.

"Ungrateful child. Wretched child."

"It's time to take your place."

Astarion picked up Cazador's staff which gave him the power to place Cazador to where he would be sacrificed. He could feel it, the power was an inch away from his grasp. All he needed to do now was plow the staff into the ground to obtain all that power.

As he raised the staff with closed eyes all he could think of was you, the images of all the times you spent together flashed before his eyes, at first he was happy then enraged after realizing that he might never see your smile again. It was all he needed for him to plow the staff to the ground as a red aura emanated from the floor and to the spawns. He recited the chant for the ritual and finally, he felt stronger and even more powerful.

One by one they all died and Astarion could feel the power flowing through him, he was high on whatever power he just received and as Cazador died the ritual was complete. Shadowheart and Karlach could only look in concern and fear as Astarion smiled.

He was free at last, but how free could he be when the chains of your death still hold him hostage? He let go of the staff as it started floating on its own and started following him. He slowly walks towards your body, still no change, but he picks you up anyway and gives a small kiss on your forehead. "Come on sweetheart, I'll get you fixed up, I promise. I'll find a way."

He started to slowly walk out of the lair, not caring if the other two would follow or not. Your body cradled closely to his chest. He looked to your lips which would feel so tender against his- now unmoving, and your eyes- he was convinced had some sort of magic in it now closed. His head filled with thoughts of the endless power and control he could have and what that power could do to bring you back to life. He looked menacing just from the way he walked, anyone who stood in his way would be destroyed. In his mind, this is what grieving felt like, an emptiness to what should be full, the weight of the world on his shoulders, and the Gods laughing at his despair.

As he approaches the elevator, the gurs stand in alert ready to confront Astarion about what he's done but for their sake, he hopes they would stand down. For a grieving monster is more terrifying than they think.

[moonlight-1108]

No, definitivamente no es bueno decir constantemente "mi arte no es bueno". Aunque pueda parecer una forma honesta de expresar tus inseguridades, esta práctica puede tener consecuencias negativas tanto para tu autoestima como para la percepción que otros tienen de tu trabajo. ¿Por qué es perjudicial? Auto-sabotaje: Al repetir constantemente que tu arte no es bueno, estás creando una narrativa negativa alrededor de tu trabajo y limitando tus posibilidades de crecimiento. Impacto en la confianza: Esta actitud puede erosionar tu confianza en tus habilidades y hacer que dudes de ti mismo como artista. Atraer críticas negativas: A veces, las personas pueden aprovechar estas expresiones de inseguridad para hacer comentarios negativos o desmotivadores.

Limitar tus oportunidades: Si constantemente subvaloras tu trabajo, es menos probable que otros lo tomen en serio y te ofrezcan oportunidades.

Ok,ok lo que entendí es que es solo una forma de auto sabotearse,al repetirte tanto esto solo haces que tu mismo te lo creas,haciendo de menos tu trabajo y haces que los demás tengan en un punto una percepción negativa de ti mismo? Para los que creen que su arte es malo…. Concentrate en los puntos positivos,no es malo equivocarse,nadie es perfecto ni los más grandes artistas,deja de compararte a la larga te va hacer mal. El hacer esto solo te va a limitar. el arte es todo un proceso,un proceso lleno de errores. Ya lo he dicho antes,no te compares,cada artista tiene su estilo y camino propio,está bien admirar otros trabajos pero no el compararte. Pues el arte es un modo de expresión,plasmar ideas,sentimientos,vivencias,etc. El arte digamos que es algo personal,porque como dije plasmas sentimientos,ideas,vivencias,creaciones,etc. Al igual que los sentimientos son únicos y subjetivos para cada persona, cada obra de arte es una expresión única del artista.

Sé que es difícil pero estoy segura de que haya fuera hay gente que te apoya. Si bien hay gente que puede hacer comentarios negativos,lamentablemente no lo podemos evitar,lo único es evitar esos comentarios hirientes y no dejarnos caer porque entonces al hacer caso de eso��solo nos estamos auto dañando.

En vivencias personales,y también decía esto y cometía el error de compararme sin que me diera cuenta. pero!empece a cuestionarme si esto era lo correcto,si el auto destruirme era bueno?poco a poco me aprendí de que no tengo que compararme ni despreciar mi arte,que debía salir adelante y seguir aprendiendo,puesto que el arte es un proceso de aprendizaje en el que cometería errores y aciertos pero está bien. Nadie es perfecto.

Así que vamos!sigue creando,no dejes que nadie te limite ni tu mismo. Si crees que tu arte no es bueno,mentiras!!tu estilo es único y encantador a su manera.

Tu estilo es único puesto que es tu forma de auto expresión. El arte sigue evolucionando puesto que si es una forma de expresión,los sentimientos,ideas,gustos,creaciones,etc. Estos siguen evolucionando,esto da a entender del porque seguimos aprendiendo,puesto que seguimos auto descubriéndonos y evolucionando como seres humanos. El arte es un espejo.

No te limites,no te dejes llevar por malos comentarios o por las comparaciones. Tú eres único y tu arte también lo es,puesto que es tu manera personal de plasmar lo que sientes,lo que vives o recuerdas.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- No, it is definitely not good to constantly say "my art is not good." Although it may seem like an honest way to express your insecurities, this practice can have negative consequences for both your self-esteem and the perception that others have of your work. Why is it harmful? Self-sabotage: By constantly repeating that your art is not good, you are creating a negative narrative around your work and limiting your possibilities for growth. Impact on confidence: This attitude can erode your confidence in your abilities and make you doubt yourself as an artist. Attract negative criticism: Sometimes, people can take advantage of these expressions of insecurity to make negative or demotivating comments.

Limit your opportunities: If you constantly undervalue your work, others are less likely to take it seriously and offer you opportunities.

Ok, ok, what I understood is that it is just a form of self-sabotage, by repeating this to yourself so much you only make yourself believe it, belittling your work and making others have a negative perception of you at some point? For those who believe that their art is bad…. Focus on the positive points, it is not bad to make mistakes, nobody is perfect not even the greatest artists, stop comparing yourself in the long run it will hurt you. Doing this will only limit you. art is a whole process, a process full of mistakes. I've said it before, don't compare yourself, every artist has their own style and path, it's okay to admire others.

Art is a way of expression, expressing ideas, feelings, experiences, etc.

Art is something personal, let's say, because as I said, you express feelings, ideas, experiences, creations, etc. Just as feelings are unique and subjective for each person, each work of art is a unique expression of the artist.

I know it's difficult, but I'm sure that there are people out there who support you. Although there are people who can make negative comments, unfortunately we can't avoid it. The only thing is to avoid those hurtful comments and not let ourselves fall because then by paying attention to them…we are only harming ourselves.

In personal experiences, and I also said this and made the mistake of comparing myself without realizing it. But! I began to question myself if this was the right thing to do, if self-destruction was good? Little by little I learned that I don't have to compare myself or despise my art, that I should move forward and continue learning, since art is a learning process in which I would make mistakes and successes but that's okay. Nobody is perfect.

So go on! Keep creating, don't let anyone limit you, not even yourself. If you think your art is not good, you're lying! Your style is unique and charming in its own way.

Your style is unique since it is your form of self-expression. Art continues to evolve since if it is a form of expression, feelings, ideas, tastes, creations, etc. These continue to evolve, this gives an idea of ​​why we continue to learn, since we continue to discover ourselves and evolve as human beings. Art is a mirror.

Do not limit yourself, do not get carried away by bad comments or by comparisons. You are unique and so is your art, since it is your personal way of expressing what you feel, what you live or what you remember.

[lynninlyn]

Dark Paradise_Michael KaiserxF!Reader

This is inspired by the song Dark Paradise - Lana Del Rey. I constantly have the urge to write this although by writring is bad and English is not my native language. Please read with easy and feel free to point out my error. Thank you all!

Warning: Fluff to Angst, Major character d*ath, OOC, bad grammar and missed spelling, no-proofread.

All my friends tell me I should move on I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song Loving you forever can't be wrong Even though you're not here, won't move on

"Are you ok?" "Ok what? Stop asking useless thing, Ness. I know what I am doing."

Glaring at the brunette boy whose the worry is all over his tired face. Kaiser shake the thought off his mind, continues observing the field and calculating for the next attack session. Focusing and executing another glorious victory for Bastard Munchen, embellishes his throne.

Or that were what Kaiser thought.

Is it that obvious that to other people? How can Ness knows he is not totally dedicate to the match? How dare of him to assume Kaiser was absent-minded?

And god please let Kaiser know how stop himself from consantly looking at that certain seat in the VIP area that always reserved for his precious Y/n.

"Wwoahhhhh-" "It's him again, it Kaiser impact again" "A beautiful goal at 90', executed team XXX last hope, an absolute win 2-0 for Bastard Munchen"

The Bastard Munchen's crowd bursted in excitement for the just happened victory. His clown-like teammates make the ridiculous celebrate moves like the highschool team experiences a win match for the first time. Isnt this result is an obvious scene when they have the Kai-fucKING-ser as their savior, freed them from their arrogance like the background characters in his heroic play?

Empty. Kaiser feels nothing.

Mindlessly walking to the locker room. Shouldn't he feels satisfied as another decoration on his long-listed trophy is achieved and the spotlight is all on him? The adrenaline in him should reach it climax at this moment, he used to enjoy the afterward of every match as you will immediately rush up to him, kiss him passionately, congratulate him, sweet words pour from your cherry lips and you will discuss about the later plan on that day to spoil your loverboy for his victory.

Oh-

Kaiser realizes now. All this distraction, emptiness, and lost feelings is because of your absence in his life.

You weren't here this time, you weren't here to cheer for him, to worry for him every time he aims for the perfect shooting spot, and celebrate with him for every goal he scores in the match.

For his last 23 matches, you hadn't been here with him. He wonder how has he managed to last through that much time without you by his side.

The harsh reality that you will never be able to show up at his matches anymore, and add more to its tragedy, you are not here anymore for him to love you, embrace you, and hold you in his hands 'till the day the both of you draw your last breath.

You were gone. And he can't move on.

And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody It won't leave my head Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine

From high school sweetheart to the IT couple that football fans and media use to address you and Kaiser everytime you guy drop anything on social media or Kaiser, once again, intentional drops in the middle of the interview to brag about his lovely baby.

You has been with K from the very first day, gone through up and down in his football career. Even when him tried to push you away because of his arrogance and cocky younger self, you was still by his side to work everything out together.

PDA

Pictures of you and him is all over Kaiser's social media accounts. Not a single day that Kaiser hadn't post something about his darling beauty and your caring for him and only him.

Kaiser want the world knows how much you mean to him and how good, how wonderful you are. Shutting down any chick that dares to claim themselves could be better if they could get in the place of his precious significant other. Not even in sleep they can dream about that, never ever.

Doesn't care to express his love for you even there were paparazzi taking the picture of you guys on public dates. Holding hand, peak on your peachy cheek, kiss on that honey lips, embrace you in his protection. "Turn to angle 3 o'clock babe, lets him capture my kiss on your hand when we got out the car. I will get that pic for the my new bio avatar."

Aftermath

Picking you up by your hip, winging you around and peppering your goddess-like face with kisses to relieve all the adrenaline he got from playing and shooting the whole match.

You looks like a cute bunny when hurrying run to him. And he wont tell you that you even look cuter attened his matches in winter,  the puffy jacket makes you look like the snowball rolling, but don't get him wrong. You are totally not look childish and funny (or maybe you are?)

Your curiosity when examines his new medal or trying to hold the Bastard München's just received cup.

"Hey don't bite it like I starved you. It is fake, like the pile of medals that stacked up in my exhibition room at home."

They know us but don't know these The most casual moment with you were the thing that haunted him most. The peacefulness that both of you cherish and Kaiser scared to lose, he feared when he wakes up the next day, you will not even be by his side to accomplish him for every beat that his heart beats.

When you come and wait for him to finish his late night practice.

When Kaiser want to hug you tight out of sudden while you guy were heading out the Bastard Munchen's stadium.

When Kaiser wakes up with you in his arm, hold you tight for 15 more minutes before getting ready for morning training.

When the ritual of the good luck kisses you press on his cheek, his temple and sometimes for lips before you two must parted as Kaiser back to the locker room and ready for the matches.

"Thank you my goddess. Your knight in shining armour today will once again establish another glorious victory with you endearing blessing. These clowns will be blinded by your charming power. "

"Oh dear! Please leave before Noa will rocket himself up there. He has been calling for the tenth time to get you back with the team."

"It was 35 calls last time baby. Hah, he must be used to it"

"MIKA!!!"

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise No one compares to you I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side There's no you, except in my dreams tonight

Kaiser knows your love is immeasurable. He glad that god still has mercy on him, gives him a chance to realize how precious, one of a kind your love is before his arrogance, led by the depression he got in Blue Lock, made him lose you.

It would have been the eternal punishment for his soul.

But there were times Kaiser wishes that your love isn't that strong and you would not deeply care for him to the point that you wouldn't hesitate flight yourself overseas to support him, cheering for his match in foreign country.

"Breaking news. The Amour Airlines's flight BB-1234 on day x/y/20xx from Munich, Germany to Tokyo, Japan had been reported to unfortunately crashes on the XXX island while it was crossing the Indian Ocean due to the unpredicted storm. The passenger list had been provided by the Airlines and they are calling for the family of the passengers to contact to help the searching and identifying progress. The list- .... Y/n, female, xx years old, nationality: ____"

And everybody's rushing me, but I can feel you touching me There's no release, I feel you in my dreams Telling me I'm fine

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hello!! 🍓

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making a fancy brand new about me for my blog since i feel like i don’t have enough abt me on my profile…..

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names - rowan, peach, or sunny!! pronouns - any, no pref age - 17 identity - vague confusing nb, lesbian extra - - physically disabled - autism + adhd [both diagnosed] - presbyterian christian but everyone of any religion [or no religion] is completely welcome here as long as they’re comfortable!!

fav music - lana del rey, the crane wives, cavetown, mcr, mother mother, modern baseball, crywank, alex g, laufey, adrianne lenker, mount eerie, twice, haley heynderickx, madds buckley, will wood, pierce the veil, deco*27, flavor foley, iyowa, jin, kairikibear, maretu, nilfruits, osts of any of my interests

special interests [there’s a whole bunch of these so get ready for a chunky paragraph…..also they’re not at all in order of preference i don’t have time for that . MOOTS WHO SHARE INTERESTS ARE SUPER WELCOME !!!! keep in mind that i do rotate my hyperfix alot so get ready for an unpredictable blog lol..most of these ive had for many years and they randomly choose to show themselves] - project sekai, vocaloid, undertale, underverse, deltarune, olb&a, oln&f, xoxo droplets, danganronpa, obey me, the arcana, the owl house, fnaf, dsaf, genshin impact, honkai star rail, zenless zone zero, littlest pet shop, webkinz, cookie run, yttd, sk8 the infinity, banana fish, yuri on ice, dhmis, bungou stray dogs, sanders sides, sasaki and miyano, build a bear, warrior cats, animal crossing, mario, mario party [counting it seperately idc], sonic the hedgehog, party crashers, sleep deprived, blooming panic, error 143, stardew valley, omori, the sims, bluey, paw patrol, eddsworld, twice, saiki k, john doe / house hunted, the stanley parable, game grumps, nsp, mlp, animal jam, blush blush, sally face, pokemon, tpn, devilman crybaby, calico critters, it 2017, it 2019, kinitopet, date everything, smosh, the big bang theory [yes im serious], tawog, a date with death, be more chill, hamilton

dni - all of the basic dni + proshippers dont come near me plz links - > toyhouse > art examples (tumblr) + art examples (toyhouse) > commissions > artfight

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Hi Hazel! I know it’s probably more a signal that I should just put down my phone instead of checking how people say on social media, but I do begin to question my perception of Mitch Evans driving. Is his actually more of a reckless style and more prone to accidents compared to the grid overall? How would the accident today affect the relationship between him and the team (and potentially his future teammate)? I’m sorry if the questions are too disturbing :( Thank you!

you're welcome to ask me stuff :) I realise I sometimes take literally months to answer things but I'm always happy to get questions. the hate essays less so but I guess swings and roundabouts.

honestly like, not to be a twitter bloke but: these people do not know wheel. Mitch, throughout his entire time in Formula E - a series with crashes well above the average - has always been a clean driver. there's maybe a handful of incidents, in all the races he's done, where he's had significant or even balanced amounts of blame.

early on in his FE career Mitch had to be patient, in a significantly substandard car. the Season 3 Jaguar was barely built and very inefficient, in order to get points in it he had to bide his time and wait for opportunities and that was something he got really good at.

his driving style is about the most confident you can be while driving a Formula E car. he's not messy, he doesn't do questionable overtakes. take this Season 4 one from Punta del Este; the Jaguar was a pretty mid car compared to the Virgin (Sam Bird, after all, took the latter to title contention) but this was such a great move on Alex Lynn.

Mitch has never played the bumper cars game and he doesn't clatter drivers. he's sustained an astonishingly low amount of damage over his career, a few apocalyptic incidents like his car failing to move in Berlin aside.

so: no, he does not have a reckless driving style and he's generally a very safe driver to go wheel to wheel with. the only time I can think of that it's really got argumentative was with Sam in Diriyah but - and with the absolute greatest love and respect for the bloke - Sam definitely does have a terrier style of driving where he worries and worries at the other car until they give way.

I don't think that today will have an impact on his relationship to the team. Mitch knows this was his fault but it was a small error, a minor misjudgement that saw the car slide (and I actually think he's over-blaming himself because there was a lot of cement dust at turn seven) and the team are not going to reject him or disparage him for it.

this has been a painful, painful year for Jaguar as a whole team. Mitch lost a result today but he's had two taken from him by his teammate and others compromised by issues. there's going to be a long, difficult period of digestion at Gaydon and of course, lessons going forwards but Mitch making one minor misjudgement is just part of how motorsport works.

what they care about is that his car didn't flip, it wasn't as bad an accident as for a second it looked like it was about to be.

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Related with the Rabadis chapter of the Al Andalus. Historical Figures, there's some books and historical novels about the topic. Two of them are mentioned in a a couple of articles about the Rabadis I posted and translated here on Tumblr (X) (x) if anyone wants to take a look.

The last two books are historical novels, from a saga, The Arrabal Lineage, whose second novel was published last year.

La Odisea de los Rabadíes: El primer exilio hispano (The Odyssey of the Rabadis: the first Hispanic exile) by Manuel Harazem

March 2018 marks the 1,200th anniversary of an event that occurred in Córdoba that, despite remaining unknown to the majority of its current inhabitants, had crucial importance in the city, on the peninsula and in distant places in Africa and the Eastern Mediterranean. The revolt of the Saqunda suburb, its total destruction by the emir al-Hakam I and the expulsion of the surviving residents of the subsequent brutal repression has the honor, heroic on the one hand, but sad on the other, of having been the pioneer of two constants in the history of the peninsular peoples: the popular revolts inscribed in the class struggle and the exiles for political reasons. This is the first popular revolt for socioeconomic reasons and the first exile for political reasons that we have documentary evidence in the history of the Iberian Peninsula, a land that would be lavish in them from then until today. The consequence for Córdoba will be that the southern bank of the Guadalquivir would never be historically urbanized again until today, turning it into a strange case of a large city located on the bank of a river and equipped with a magnificent bridge that did not take advantage of that circumstance to develop in parallel. The consequence for distant places will be the colonization by those exiles of one of the most important cities of the Islamic world, Fez, the ephemeral, but impactful, founding of an independent republic in Alexandria and above all the creation of a prosperous Andalusian emirate on the island. of Crete that would survive for 130 years, facing the attacks of the Byzantine Empire, and throughout which its sovereigns would maintain the title of Cordoba with persistent pride. The exiles tend to be all similar, but in this case the exile of the Rabadíes, if it resembles any, is that of the Republicans after the civil war that unleashed the Spanish Fascist Revolution. The Arrabal revolt and the Republic are comparable events because both were rebellions of the popular classes allied to enlightened strata against absolute power and the permanent injustice of the emir and the regime of the national-Catholic agro-bourgeois elites. When the Power decides to apply the lesson, the emiral repression in the suburb will last three days and the civil war unleashed by the National Catholic forces will last three years. And in both cases, the terrible destruction is followed by an exile that takes two directions, one by land and the other crossing a long stretch of sea, Fez and France, Crete and America. And all cases will be fertilizers of culture of the host lands. This informative work collects the complete sequence of those distant events, which occurred in Córdoba, Toledo, Fez, Alexandria and Crete in the 9th century, in a research effort diving into different sources in different languages ​​to clarify dark points and dismantle some errors that over the centuries, scattered and unconnected stories had accumulated in traditional historiography. And along the way, he analyzes the city's relationship with history and the remains of its Islamic past. But above all it aims to vindicate the memory of some people from Córdoba who carried out the marvelous feat of rising up against injustice and turning their misfortune into a civilizing task in the distant lands where they sought refuge to rebuild their lives.

Los Andaluces Fundadores del Emirato de Creta (The Andalusian Founders of the Emirate of Crete), by Carmen Panadero

Do we Spaniards know our History? We think we know it. Sometimes important and exciting pages from our historical past appear before our eyes, which we had not heard about. There are many who are unaware, even in Spain, that thousands of families exiled from a suburb of Córdoba took the island of Crete from the Byzantine Empire, creating a dynasty of emirs there during the 9th century and part of the 10th. Very few are those who will know. that those simple people of the town, Iberians from an inland city who had not seen other waters than those of the Guadalquivir River, took over the hegemony of the eastern Mediterranean, defeating Byzantium in decisive naval battles. It all began in Córdoba, in the month of Ramadan 202 of the Hegira (March 818 AD). In this work we try to delve into the causes that caused the mutiny that gave rise to these events and we investigate the role played in it by the different social classes of the moment. Likewise, we analyze the subsequent historical events, triggered by the exile of the rebels from the Sequnda suburb and carried out by them. We will follow the outlawed Cordobans in their long and painful exodus, which, through North Africa and after a period in possession of Alexandria, concluded when they managed to take over the island of Crete. Byzantine and, later, Greek sources have dealt with to the History of the Emirate of Crete and to the people of Cordoba who founded it through manipulation and prejudice, falsifying the historical truth and even calling them pirates. It is inexcusable to finally do them justice, to rehabilitate the figure of their most important leader, Abu Hafs al-Ballutí, and that at least in Spain, his country of origin, it becomes known that the ancient town of Pedroche, his birthplace, and Córdoba, their capital, have many reasons to feel proud of this distinguished character and his lineage. This essay, with rhythm and air of chronicle, has as its main objective to banish the partial and biased vision of this chapter of our History and to make known the true nature of the State founded in Crete by the outlawed Cordobans of the Sequnda suburb. To this end, the author has had to find translators for the fundamental works that document this topic, since they had not even been translated into Spanish until now. Thanks to the Arabic chronicles and, above all, to three Greek historians (Vassilios Christides, Christos Makrypoulias and Nikolaos Panagiotakis), who for the first time faced these historical events, overcoming prejudices and initiating a rectification, we can partly reconstruct the exploits of these Hispanics, Muslims and Christians, in the eastern Mediterranean.

La Estirpe del Arrabal I: Córdoba en el recuerdo (The Arrabal Lineage I: Córdoba in memory), by Carmen Panadero

Córdoba, 9th century. Al-Hakam I, the most despotic of the Umayyad emirs, reigned. Abũ Hafs and his family are involved in the riot in a suburb of the Andalusian capital, they suffer the relentless punishment with which it was repressed, the executions of friends and neighbors, the loss of all their property, exile with 22,000 other families, the painful exodus through North Africa, but they managed to survive, and there their adventure begins. The outlaws of the suburb took Crete from Byzantium, and Abũ Hafs was sworn in as the first emir of the newborn dynasty. There they were able to recreate their second Córdoba and recover their customs. Abũ Hafs gave his life to that suffering people, guided them when they were aimless, minted their own currency, promoted flourishing trade, opened Crete to the world and settled the religious conflicts that plagued Byzantium. All of this seasoned with intrigue, betrayal, self-denial, love and heartbreak: the fight of an entire people for its survival.

La Estirpe del Arrabal I: Creta, El Precio del Olvido (The Arrabal Lineage II: Crete, The Price of Oblivion), by Carmen Panadero

10th century. The crown prince Abd al-Azĩz headed the embassy that arrived in Córdoba sent by his father, the emir of Crete Suhayb II, and when faced with the devastated suburb of Sequnda, from which a century before his ancestors were expelled by the emir al-Hakam I, felt the weight of History and meditated: — “I was never in Córdoba before, why do I feel then as if I had never left?”

But he decided to return to Crete and assume his responsibilities after swearing on those sacred ruins that, on the painful day in which he was to succeed his father, he would choose as his nickname al-Qurtubĩ, "the Cordoban", so that his people would always remember that the Forgetting their past would condemn them to lose Crete like one fateful day they lost Córdoba. And Byzantium lurked.

This novel, the 2nd part of La Estirpe del Arrabal, narrates the events of Abd al-Azĩz I al-Qurtubĩ, the last Andalusian Emir of Crete - his loves, his sorrows, his certain justice, his revenge - and in parallel offers us the touching love stories of his son Al-Numan with Bahã, and of his daughter Yannã with Karim al-Mundhir, the military hero that even Byzantium admired under the Hellenized name of “Karamountes”. And, furthermore, betrayals, intrigues, exploits, battles...

Carmen Panadero, author of novels such as El Collar de Aljófar, La Cruz y la Media Luna or El Halcón de Bobastro, gives us once again that alloy of history and fiction that constitutes the genuine historical novel.

Talking about the Emirate of Crete and the Byzantine Empire, there are some depictions of the battles between them in the Synopsis of Histories, work by the Byzantine historian John Skylitzes from the 11th Century, which covers history from Byzantine Emperors between the death of Nikephoros I in 811 to the deposition of Michael VI in 1057.

Then in the Sicily during the 12th Century, a illuminated manuscript version of Synopsis of Histories was produced at the Norman court of Palermo. This manuscript is called Madrid Skylitzes, because nowadays is housed in the Spanish National Library, in the web page of the Library you can see the Madrid Skylitzes digitized.

1. Byzantine attack on Crete

2. Byzantines under Krateros defeat the Cretan Saracens

3. Byzantines under Nikephoros Phokas besiege Chandax

4. Byzantines under Ooryphas ambush and defeat the Cretan Saracens

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Boosting Financial Efficiency: The Impact of Effective Revenue Cycle Management with APEX Reimbursement Specialists

In today’s healthcare landscape, maintaining financial health is as important as providing quality care. One of the most effective ways to ensure financial efficiency in healthcare organizations is through proper Revenue Cycle Management (RCM). RCM encompasses all administrative and clinical functions that contribute to the capture, management, and collection of patient service revenue. An optimized RCM process can significantly improve cash flow, reduce denials, and ensure timely payments, ultimately boosting the financial stability of healthcare organizations.This article explores the importance of effective RCM and the impact it has on financial efficiency within healthcare businesses. Additionally, we will discuss how APEX Reimbursement Consultants can assist in enhancing your revenue cycle management to ensure the financial success of your practice or healthcare facility.

What is Revenue Cycle Management?

Revenue Cycle Management (RCM) is the process through which healthcare organizations manage the financial aspects of their operations, from the initial point of patient contact to the final payment. RCM covers all stages, including patient registration, insurance verification, coding, billing, claim submission, follow-up, and collections.

The goal of effective RCM is to ensure that healthcare providers receive timely and accurate reimbursement for the services they provide. This involves managing claims, reducing denials, ensuring compliance with payer regulations, and improving the efficiency of the financial processes involved in patient care.

Effective RCM is crucial for healthcare businesses of all sizes, as it directly impacts their bottom line. Inadequate RCM can lead to delayed payments, denials, and revenue loss, ultimately affecting a healthcare organization’s financial stability.

The Key Components of Revenue Cycle Management

To fully understand the impact of effective RCM, it's important to break down its key components:

1. Patient Registration and Insurance Verification

The first step in RCM is patient registration, where the patient's demographic information, insurance details, and medical history are collected. Accurate data entry at this stage is critical, as errors can lead to delays in billing or claim rejections later on.

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2. Coding and Documentation

Correct coding of medical services is essential for receiving accurate reimbursements. Healthcare providers must assign specific codes to diagnoses (ICD-10) and procedures (CPT/HCPCS) to ensure that the services provided are reimbursed correctly. This step is often complicated by frequent changes in coding regulations and payer requirements.

Effective coding requires thorough documentation by healthcare providers, ensuring that every service is supported by adequate medical records. Incorrect or incomplete coding leads to claim denials, which can significantly affect cash flow. A Reimbursement specialist can assist healthcare providers by ensuring accurate coding and documentation, helping to avoid claim denials and ensuring smoother reimbursement processes for timely payments.

3. Billing and Claims Submission

Once coding is complete, the next step is to submit claims to insurance providers. Billing staff must ensure that the claim is accurate, complete, and submitted on time. Claims submission is the point at which the healthcare provider requests reimbursement for services rendered.

Timely and accurate claims submission is crucial to ensure that the payment process starts smoothly. However, errors in this process, such as missing codes, incorrect patient information, or unprocessed claims, can lead to delays or denials.

4. Payment Posting and Collections

After the claims are processed, healthcare organizations must post payments and adjust any discrepancies. Payment posting involves recording payments from insurance companies or patients and ensuring that the amounts match what was billed.

If payments are not made or if there are shortfalls, the next step is collections. Efficient collections require effective communication with patients, reminders for outstanding balances, and coordination with insurance companies to resolve any discrepancies.

5. Denial Management

Claim denials are a common challenge in healthcare revenue cycles. When a claim is denied, it must be reviewed and appealed to ensure that the healthcare provider receives the payment they are entitled to. Effective denial management involves identifying the root causes of denials, correcting errors, and resubmitting claims in a timely manner.

A robust denial management strategy ensures that denied claims are quickly resolved, minimizing revenue loss and improving overall cash flow. If you're searching for a Reimbursement consultant near me, partnering with a local expert can help you develop effective strategies to handle claim denials, streamline the resolution process, and enhance your practice’s financial health.

The Impact of Effective Revenue Cycle Management on Financial Efficiency

Effective Revenue Cycle Management directly impacts the financial efficiency of a healthcare business in several ways. Below are some of the key benefits that optimized RCM can provide:

1. Improved Cash Flow

Effective RCM ensures that claims are processed promptly and that payments are received on time. By reducing the time it takes to collect payments, healthcare businesses can improve their cash flow, making it easier to manage day-to-day operations. Delayed payments can have a significant impact on a practice’s ability to cover expenses such as salaries, equipment, and supplies.

Optimized billing and follow-up processes reduce the risk of delayed or missed payments, allowing healthcare providers to maintain a stable cash flow and allocate resources more efficiently.

2. Reduced Claim Denials

A significant portion of the revenue cycle is dedicated to preventing and addressing claim denials. By ensuring that claims are accurate and compliant with payer requirements, healthcare businesses can significantly reduce the chances of claim denials. Denied claims not only delay revenue but can also require substantial administrative effort to resolve.

A streamlined RCM process ensures that claims are properly coded, complete, and submitted correctly the first time. This reduces the administrative burden and increases the likelihood of timely reimbursement.

3. Cost Savings

Effective RCM helps reduce costs by eliminating inefficiencies in billing, coding, and claims submission. When claims are processed correctly the first time, the need for rework, follow-ups, and appeals is minimized. This reduces the time spent by staff on administrative tasks, allowing them to focus on higher-value activities such as patient care.

Additionally, an optimized RCM process can help reduce bad debt and minimize collection costs by ensuring that patients are billed accurately and on time.

4. Better Compliance and Risk Management

The healthcare industry is highly regulated, and healthcare providers must comply with numerous federal and state regulations regarding billing, coding, and reimbursement. Non-compliance can result in penalties, audits, and even legal action.

Effective RCM ensures that healthcare providers stay up to date with changing regulations and payer guidelines, reducing the risk of compliance issues. This minimizes the likelihood of audits and penalties, which can disrupt operations and incur costly fees.

5. Increased Financial Transparency

With a well-organized RCM system, healthcare businesses gain better visibility into their financial performance. Comprehensive financial reporting and analytics allow business leaders to monitor revenue cycles in real-time, track trends, and identify areas for improvement. This transparency allows healthcare businesses to make data-driven decisions, improve operational efficiency, and enhance overall financial performance.

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Mastering Accurate Medical Billing: Essential Tips for Maximizing Revenue and Minimizing Denials

Mastering​ Accurate Medical Billing: ​Essential ​Tips for Maximizing Revenue and Minimizing Denials

Mastering Accurate Medical Billing: Essential Tips for Maximizing Revenue and‍ Minimizing Denials

Accurate medical billing is a⁣ critical​ aspect of the healthcare system that can considerably impact the financial health of medical practices.With rising healthcare costs and complex regulations, ​mastering accurate medical billing not only maximizes revenue but also minimizes denials. In this‌ extensive⁣ guide,⁤ we will explore practical ‍tips, benefits, and strategies ​to ensure your medical billing process ⁢is efficient and effective.

The Importance of Accurate Medical Billing

Accurate medical billing ensures that healthcare providers receive ⁣appropriate reimbursement ‍for ‌their ‍services. Below are some key reasons why it is ‍essential to master this skill:

enhances Cash Flow: Timely and correct billing leads to prompt payments, ensuring a steady cash flow for practices.

Reduces⁣ Claim Denials: Accurate‌ billing⁣ minimizes the chances of claim rejections, saving ‍time and resources spent on resubmissions.

Improves Patient Satisfaction: ⁤ Clear and correct billing fosters trust and transparency​ among patients,enhancing their‍ overall experience.

Ensures Compliance: Adhering to billing regulations helps avoid legal issues and fines ⁤associated​ with non-compliance.

Key Strategies for​ Accurate⁢ Medical Billing

Now that we understand the importance of ‌accurate⁣ medical billing, let’s delve into practical strategies to enhance your billing ​practices effectively.

1. Invest in ⁢training and Education

Ensure your billing staff is well-trained in coding and billing practices. Regular education updates and training sessions on the latest regulations and coding changes can greatly improve​ accuracy.

2.⁣ Utilize Advanced Billing Software

Choose billing​ software that suits your practice’s needs. Look for features that facilitate accurate coding, track​ claims, and generate reports. A robust system can streamline your billing ​processes significantly.

3. Implement a Pre-Billing Checklist

Creating⁣ a⁤ pre-billing checklist can ‌catch ⁢errors before claims are submitted. Include essential elements like:

Patient data accuracy

Valid insurance details

Correct​ coding

Provider credentials

4. Embrace Electronic Claims Submission

Submitting ⁣claims electronically can enhance speed and⁣ efficiency. It reduces the⁣ likelihood of submission ​errors and allows for quicker payments.

Best Practices for Minimizing Denials

To further optimize your billing practices, consider these best practices​ designed to minimize ‍claim denials:

1. ​Verify Insurance Eligibility

always verify a patient’s insurance eligibility before the appointment. ‍Use the insurance ⁣company’s tools or contact them directly ​to⁣ ensure coverage for services provided.

2. Use Correct Coding

Coding errors are a major reason for claim denials. Familiarize yourself with the latest​ CPT (Current Procedural Terminology) codes and ensure that they align with the services provided. Utilizing an accurate coding system can result in fewer denials. Below ‌is a simple coding comparison:

CPT Code

Description

99213

Established patient office visit,⁤ Level 3

99214

Established⁣ patient office visit, Level 4

99396

Periodic comprehensive preventive medicine evaluation

3. Maintain Clear ⁤Dialog with‌ Patients

Educate your patients about their financial ⁤responsibilities ahead of their appointments. Clear communication regarding⁣ co-pays and⁢ potential out-of-pocket expenses⁢ can prevent misunderstandings.

4. Regularly Review Denied Claims

Establish a‌ routine to analyze denied claims. Understanding why claims are denied is‍ key to preventing future errors. Create a corrective action plan based on your findings.

Benefits of Mastering Medical Billing

Mastering accurate medical billing delivers several benefits,both financially and operationally:

Increased Revenue: Successfully billed⁢ services lead to higher⁤ income for healthcare‍ practices.

Operational Efficiency: Streamlining the billing process saves time and⁣ allows staff to focus on ⁣patient care.

Stronger Patient Relationships: Transparent billing creates trust, increasing patient⁤ retention.

Scalability: A robust ⁤billing system can easily adapt as your practice grows, ensuring continued financial health.

Case Studies: Successful Billing Practices

Learning⁣ from⁣ real-world examples can provide insights‍ into successful billing strategies. Here are a couple of case ​studies:

Case Study 1: The Dermatology Group

After struggling with high claim‌ denial rates, a dermatology practice ​adopted new billing software. The change led to a 40%⁢ reduction in denials within the first three ⁣months post-implementation.

Case‍ Study ‌2: ​Family ​Medicine Clinic

A family medicine⁢ clinic instituted a training program for their billing specialists. as ​an inevitable result,they‍ saw a 30% increase in ‍collections over six months and‍ improved patient satisfaction scores due⁣ to ‍transparent billing practices.

First-Hand ‍Experience: Navigating the Challenges

As‍ someone directly involved in the billing process, I​ can attest to the challenges ​faced in ‌this field.Training staff might be time-consuming, but the investment ⁤pays off when you see a notable reduction in⁢ denials. Additionally, I recommend regularly revisiting the coding ⁤guidelines to ensure compliance with the latest regulations and practices.

Conclusion

Mastering accurate medical billing is pivotal for healthcare⁤ providers ‍striving to enhance‍ their revenue and minimize denials. By investing in⁢ education, leveraging technology,⁢ and adhering to best practices,​ providers can achieve optimal billing efficiency.The path to effective medical billing‍ may pose challenges, but with the right strategies, practices can⁢ flourish in today’s⁢ complex healthcare landscape.

Incorporate⁤ these essential tips in your billing processes to see transformative results in your practice’s financial health and patient trust.

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The Role of AI and ML in Enhancing a Courier Delivery App Clone

In today’s digital-first world, courier delivery services are evolving rapidly to meet consumer expectations for speed, transparency, and reliability. A Courier Delivery App Clone becomes significantly more powerful and efficient when integrated with emerging technologies like Artificial Intelligence (AI) and Machine Learning (ML). These technologies not only streamline operations but also offer intelligent insights that transform the entire logistics experience. This blog explores the critical role of AI and ML in enhancing a Courier Delivery App Clone and how businesses can leverage them to gain a competitive edge.

1. Real-Time Route Optimization

One of the most crucial applications of AI in a Courier Delivery App Clone is route optimization. AI algorithms can analyze live traffic conditions, weather updates, roadblocks, and delivery priorities to determine the most efficient routes in real time. This minimizes delivery delays, reduces fuel consumption, and improves customer satisfaction.

Key Benefits:

Shorter delivery times

Cost savings on fuel

Improved fleet efficiency

2. Intelligent Delivery Scheduling

ML algorithms help predict optimal delivery windows by analyzing historical data and user behavior. A Courier Delivery App Clone equipped with ML capabilities can automatically allocate time slots based on customer preferences and logistic constraints, thereby reducing failed delivery attempts.

Result:

Enhanced resource allocation

Better customer experience

Higher delivery success rate

3. Automated Customer Support

AI-driven chatbots integrated within a Courier Delivery App Clone can handle a vast majority of customer queries��ranging from order status and delivery issues to refund requests—without human intervention. These bots offer 24/7 support, respond instantly, and continuously learn from interactions to become more effective over time.

Advantages:

Lower customer support costs

Instant query resolution

Improved user satisfaction

4. Predictive Analytics for Demand Forecasting

ML models are adept at analyzing past delivery trends, seasonal fluctuations, and user habits to forecast future demand. This enables courier businesses to proactively plan their workforce, vehicle dispatch, and inventory to meet upcoming demand spikes.

Business Impact:

Minimized delivery delays

Enhanced readiness during peak times

Strategic business planning

5. Fraud Detection and Risk Management

AI and ML help identify suspicious activities in a Courier Delivery App Clone, such as fake delivery addresses, unusual user behaviors, or repeated failed delivery attempts. These systems can flag anomalies in real-time and trigger alerts for further investigation, reducing potential fraud and financial loss.

Security Improvements:

Safer transactions

Reduced fraudulent orders

Better compliance and trust

6. Personalized User Experience

Machine learning enables the app to study user preferences and habits to offer personalized suggestions—like preferred delivery times, favorite couriers, or promotional offers. Personalization can significantly boost user engagement and loyalty.

Personalization Benefits:

Higher user retention

Increased order frequency

Better app reviews and ratings

7. Smart Inventory and Warehouse Management

AI algorithms integrated into the backend of a Courier Delivery App Clone can streamline inventory and warehouse operations. By automating tasks like package sorting, real-time stock updates, and inventory restocking predictions, courier services can minimize human error and increase efficiency.

Operational Advantages:

Faster processing time

Reduced manual labor

Optimized warehouse space

Conclusion

AI and ML are no longer optional—they’re essential components in the success of a modern Courier Delivery App Clone. From route optimization to fraud prevention and personalized experiences, these technologies elevate the functionality, performance, and profitability of courier delivery apps.

To fully harness the power of AI and ML in your Courier Delivery App Clone, partner with Bytesflow Technologies. As a trusted mobile app development company in Chennai, Bytesflow delivers cutting-edge solutions tailored to your business needs. With a proven track record in building intelligent and scalable delivery platforms, Bytesflow Technologies stands out as the best choice for developing a feature-rich Courier Delivery App Clone that leads the future of logistics.

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Why Field Sobriety Tests Are Unreliable in Texas DWI Cases

If you have recently been charged with a DWI in Texas, you are likely feeling overwhelmed and uncertain about what steps to take next. The idea of dealing with a criminal case can be stressful and confusing, especially when your future is on the line. At Zendeh Del & Associates PLLC, we understand the concerns that come with being involved in such a case, and we want you to know that you are not alone. Our team is here to help guide you through this difficult time, ensuring that you have the best possible chance for a favorable outcome.

One of the most important things to understand in a DWI case is how field sobriety tests play a role. While these tests are often used by police officers to determine if someone is driving while intoxicated, they are not always reliable. In fact, there are many reasons why field sobriety tests may not be a fair or accurate way to judge whether a person is under the influence of alcohol or drugs. This blog will take a closer look at why field sobriety tests are unreliable in Texas DWI cases and what you need to know if you’ve been asked to take one.

What Are Field Sobriety Tests?

Field sobriety tests are a series of exercises that law enforcement officers use to assess whether a driver may be impaired. These tests are typically performed when an officer has pulled someone over and suspects that they are driving under the influence of alcohol or drugs. The goal is to gather evidence to support the officer’s belief that the driver is impaired.

While these tests are meant to provide objective evidence of impairment, they are not foolproof. In fact, many factors can influence a person’s ability to perform these tests, making them highly unreliable.

Human Error Can Affect Test Results

One of the biggest issues with field sobriety tests is the possibility of human error. Officers are trained to administer these tests, but they are still subject to mistakes, misjudgments, and bias. For example, an officer may misinterpret the results of a test or apply the instructions incorrectly. A slight mistake in the test administration can lead to inaccurate results, unfairly making you appear impaired when you are not.

Additionally, officers may be influenced by their own assumptions and biases. If an officer already suspects that you are driving under the influence, they may be more likely to view the results of the field sobriety tests as evidence of impairment, even if they are not truly reliable.

This can put you at a significant disadvantage when it comes to defending yourself against a DWI charge.

Environmental Factors Can Impact Performance

Another reason why field sobriety tests are unreliable is because they are highly sensitive to the environment in which they are performed. The tests are usually done on the side of the road, often in less-than-ideal conditions. Things like uneven pavement, poor lighting, or extreme weather conditions can all impact your ability to perform the tests properly.

For example, during the One-Leg Stand test, a person may have difficulty balancing due to the uneven surface of the road or because they are nervous about being pulled over. These environmental factors may have nothing to do with alcohol or drug impairment, but they can still cause a person to fail the test. When this happens, the test results can be misleading, and you may be unfairly accused of being impaired.

Medical Conditions and Physical Limitations Can Affect Results

Another reason why field sobriety tests are not always reliable is that certain medical conditions or physical limitations can interfere with a person’s ability to perform the tests. People who suffer from balance issues, injuries, or neurological disorders may find it difficult to complete tasks like standing on one leg or walking in a straight line.

Even something as simple as wearing glasses or having a cold can impact your performance on a field sobriety test. In fact, there are many medical conditions, such as inner ear problems or arthritis, that can affect your balance or coordination. These conditions can cause you to fail the tests even if you are sober and not under the influence of alcohol or drugs.

Field Sobriety Tests Do Not Measure Impairment Accurately

Perhaps one of the biggest issues with field sobriety tests is that they are not designed to accurately measure impairment. While they are intended to give officers an indication of whether someone is under the influence, they do not provide precise information about a person’s blood alcohol content (BAC) or the level of impairment caused by drugs. In other words, passing or failing a field sobriety test does not necessarily correlate with whether a person is legally intoxicated.

There are many factors that influence a person’s ability to perform on these tests, including fatigue, stress, or even the officer’s behavior during the test. Just because you fail a field sobriety test does not mean you are intoxicated. And conversely, passing the test does not guarantee that you are completely sober.

Other Testing Methods Are More Reliable

While field sobriety tests are often the first step in a DWI investigation, there are other, more reliable methods for determining whether a person is impaired. Breath tests and blood tests are typically considered more accurate and provide a clearer picture of a person’s level of intoxication. These tests can measure a person’s BAC, which is the primary factor in determining whether someone is legally intoxicated in Texas.

Unlike field sobriety tests, breath and blood tests are designed to directly measure the amount of alcohol or drugs in your system. While they are not perfect, they are much more reliable than field sobriety tests. In fact, many DWI cases are won or lost based on the results of breath or blood tests, not the field sobriety tests that were performed on the side of the road.

Why Field Sobriety Tests Can Be Challenged in Court

Because field sobriety tests are highly subjective and prone to errors, they can often be successfully challenged in court. If you have been arrested for DWI based on the results of a field sobriety test, your attorney may be able to argue that the test was not properly administered or that the results were affected by external factors beyond your control.

For example, if the officer did not follow the correct procedures for administering the test or if the environmental conditions were not suitable for testing, your lawyer may be able to use these factors to weaken the prosecution’s case against you. Similarly, if you have a medical condition or physical limitation that affected your performance on the test, this can be a strong argument in your defense.

It is important to remember that a DWI charge is not the end of the road. With the right legal representation, you may be able to successfully challenge the field sobriety test results and build a strong defense case.

Get the Help You Need

If you have been charged with a DWI in Texas, it is essential that you seek legal help as soon as possible. At Zendeh Del & Associates PLLC, we understand the challenges that come with facing a DWI charge, and we are here to help you navigate this difficult process. Our team has extensive experience handling DWI cases, and we can work with you to develop a strong defense strategy.

Field sobriety tests may be unreliable, but that does not mean you are without options. Let us help you protect your rights and work towards a successful outcome for your case. Contact us today to schedule a consultation and take the first step toward defending yourself against a DWI charge.

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Nisiquiera esperaba ya nada de ti, y aún así logras decepcionarme

Que mente y corazón tan duro que puedes mentir sin parpadear, incluso decir que ya está, que ya me lo explicaste, pero tú mentira que aún si fuera verdad, no cambia absolutamente nada

Te roge, por años, que entendieras porque eso me lastimaba, por qué eso me molestaba, te roge que pararás, que antes de hacer algo pensarás en mi y en mi bienestar como lo hacía yo

Pero ahí estuvo otro de mis errores, esperar a que hicieras lo mismo que yo cuando no eres ni parecido a mi

Algo tan sencillo, tan pequeño, algo tan insignificante como ya no seguir más morras en redes, era tan fácil, pero simplemente no pudiste hacerlo, semana tras semana haciéndolo, y siendo tan sínico que cuando te reclamaba yo era la loca tóxica

”Bueno le mandé solicitud hace mucho (que mucho para ti ya me di cuanta que es poco), pero mira *ya te explique* (pinche explicación mierda que solo le hechas la culpa a tu yo del pasado diciendo no lo hice yo, lo hizo el yo del pasado, igual ya la borre” aunque nisiquiera la borres de seguidos, aunque finjas y digas que ni las topas cuando entonces porque mandaste esas solicitudes, porque las siguen tantos de tus conocidos, de tus primos, pero ya está, ya la borre, dices, y me convences que fue la última vez para después volver a hacerlo una y otra y otra vez

Y que me espera a mi, a lo que sea que teníamos, si algo tan sencillo, algo tan estúpido, algo tan pequeño no pudiste dejar de hacerlo, ahora cuando en verdad sea algo que impacte, ya se exactamente como terminará

Ojalá está fuera la única razón, ojalá la entendieras y fuera suficiente, pero no, solo me demuestras una y otra y otra vez lo poco que estás dispuesto a dar, a hacer, a cambiar; por mi.

Pero claro, yo soy la mala, por alejarme después de que repitieras una y otra y otra vez una mamada que te dije tantas veces que a mí, me causaba dolor, ansiedad, que alimentaba los traumas que tú me causaste en el pasado, yo soy la mala, y todavía te atreves a decir que yo me alejo porque simplemente ya no quiero estar contigo.

Y ruego, incluso yo desde mi deficiente fé, rezo, porque eso sea verdad; y deje de quererte de una vez por todas, y ojalá eso fuese verdad y hubiera pasado hace un año atrás (mínimo) para poder alejarme de ti.

Pero aquí estoy, de nuevo hecha mierda por una persona tan egoísta y tan narcisista que incluso llama y habla con tanta facilidad, con burla, con reclamo, con odio, con cinismo, cómo si el solo fuera un daño colateral, una víctima de una mujer "tóxica"

Siempre que habíamos terminado antes solías decirme la frase de "perdiste a alguien que en verdad te quería" y nunca te creí, porque siempre me demostrabas lo contrario, pero ahora es mi momento de decirlo.

Por fin, acabas de perder a alguien que en verdad te quería, pero que tuvo que irse porque el amor nunca fue recíproco, y porque quedarse era saber que tarde o temprano, harías todo lo que yo jamás siquiera pensaría, porque jamás pensabas antes de actuar, o almenos, no pensabas en mi.

Y quedarme era condenarme a aceptar lo que tanto luchaba por alejar de mi vida, mentiras, rencores, y manipulación.

Porque si me quedaba no solo tu me demostrarias que no me amabas, está vez incluso yo no me amaría al quedarme a tu lado.

Cambiaste hasta la contraseña de max, me bloqueaste de todas partes, cómo si yo te hubiera hecho algo a ti, cuando lo único que hice fue explotar como siempre me orillabas a hacer, y alejarme de lo que tanto me lastimaba.

No sé cuándo leas esto o si siquiera llegues a leerlo, y se que pedirte algo es como pedirle un deseo a una estrella fugas, aunque incluso creo que esa estrella si habría sido capaz de cumplir algo tan sencillo como dejar de seguir mujeres, dejar de buscar en redes, dejar de aparentar ser quien no eras, fingir que no seguías buscando personajes solo por eliminar la búsqueda, pero en fin, ruego a todo aquel ser de luz que esté escuchando, a todas las estrellas, galaxias y el cosmo mismo, que no vuelvas, no me llames, no me escribas, no me desbloquees, que no vuelva a saber de ti, que te borre de mi corazón, y te alejes en paz y en silencio, cómo nunca fue la relación.

Este es el adiós, el final, aquí dejo mis esperanzas, mi lucha por tener contigo lo imposible.

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What to Ask Your Butterfly Valve Manufacturer Before Placing an Order?

When you're sourcing equipment for industrial applications, asking the right questions is key—especially when it comes to butterfly valves. These components play a vital role in controlling flow and pressure in various processing systems, particularly in industries that rely on precise material handling. Choosing the right butterfly valve manufacturer can significantly impact your operation’s efficiency, safety, and cost-effectiveness. Before committing to a purchase, it's crucial to assess not only the product specifications but also the manufacturer’s ability to meet your needs. At Meto Systems, we understand the stakes involved in industrial operations, and we've learned that the best outcomes begin with informed decisions. Here’s what you need to ask before placing your next order.

What Materials Are Used in the Butterfly Valve Design?

One of the most critical questions to ask any butterfly valve manufacturer is about the materials used in production. This directly affects the valve’s resistance to pressure, temperature, and corrosive substances. Stainless steel is often preferred for its durability and hygiene in food, pharmaceutical, and chemical environments. At Meto Systems, we work with clients who rely on valves that hold up under harsh industrial conditions. So, if a manufacturer can’t explain the rationale behind material choices -or if they use substandard metals- it’s a red flag. Always make sure the materials align with your specific processing and regulatory needs.

Can the Valve Meet My Industry’s Compliance Standards?

Regulatory compliance is non-negotiable, especially in sectors like food, beverage, or pharmaceuticals. When working with a butterfly valve manufacturer, ask whether their products meet certifications such as FDA, 3A, or ASME standards, depending on your industry. A reliable manufacturer should be able to provide documentation and a clear explanation of how their valves comply. Meto Systems serves highly regulated environments, so we know the importance of this step. Ensuring compliance not only keeps you out of legal trouble but also protects your product integrity and brand reputation.

What Valve Sizes and Configurations Are Available?

Different systems require different valve sizes and connection types. A competent butterfly valve manufacturer should offer a wide range of sizes, pressure ratings, and customization options. Before you finalize your order, clarify if the valves can integrate smoothly with your current piping systems or if special adapters are needed. At Meto Systems, we’ve seen operations grind to a halt simply because of mismatched valve dimensions. You want a manufacturer that listens to your specific needs and has the flexibility to adapt their product offerings accordingly.

What Is the Lead Time for Manufacturing and Delivery?

Time is money in industrial operations. Long delays can disrupt production schedules and result in financial losses. Ask your butterfly valve manufacturer for realistic lead times and whether they offer expedited shipping if needed. Also, inquire about in-stock options versus custom builds. At Meto Systems, we advise clients to establish a clear timeline upfront and verify the manufacturer's ability to meet it. Don’t wait until you’re halfway through a project to discover that delivery won’t happen for another six weeks.

Are Technical Drawings and Product Documentation Provided?

Comprehensive documentation is essential when integrating new components into existing systems. A professional butterfly valve manufacturer should be able to supply technical drawings, pressure and flow ratings, and installation instructions. These materials help engineers and technicians ensure the valve is correctly implemented. Meto Systems frequently collaborates with facility engineers, and we know how important it is to have accurate specifications on hand. Lack of documentation can lead to errors, delays, and additional costs during installation or maintenance.

What Kind of After-Sales Support Is Offered?

Support doesn’t end after the product is delivered. Make sure your butterfly valve manufacturer offers robust after-sales services, including troubleshooting assistance, warranty coverage, and availability of spare parts. At Meto Systems, we've seen how strong post-sale relationships contribute to long-term operational success. A manufacturer that stands behind their product adds tremendous value to your investment. Don't hesitate to ask about training, installation guidance, or scheduled maintenance services—they could save you a lot in the long run.

Can the Valves Integrate with Automation Systems?

In today’s high-tech industrial environments, many companies are upgrading to automated systems. Ask whether the valves provided by your butterfly valve manufacturer can be fitted with actuators or integrated into automated process control systems. Compatibility with PLCs, sensors, and other technologies is increasingly important. At Meto Systems, automation is a key part of the material handling solutions we offer, and we recommend choosing valves that are future-ready. Making the right decision now can save significant time and costs down the road.

Conclusion

Choosing the right butterfly valve manufacturer is more than just comparing prices—it’s about aligning your operational requirements with a provider who understands your industry. From material selection to compliance, automation compatibility, and after-sales support, every detail matters. At Meto Systems, we encourage our clients to ask detailed, informed questions before making a commitment. This ensures not only a smooth installation but also long-term reliability and operational excellence. When you’re investing in something as essential as flow control, don’t settle for vague answers or off-the-shelf solutions. A well-informed purchase today leads to fewer headaches tomorrow.

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Avoid These Trade Show Signage Mistakes for Maximum Impact

Your business signage is a significant investment, so avoiding common signage mistakes is essential to maximize its marketing potential.

Nearly every industry—from retail and hospitality to healthcare, sports, and public transport—relies on signage in various ways. Well-designed signs not only enhance brand visibility but also work for you 24/7, 365 days a year. They are one of the first things customers notice and play a crucial role in the overall customer experience. Plus, they are low-maintenance and highly cost-effective.

Ways Signage Boosts Your Business:

Exterior signage showcases your brand and services.

Signage complements other marketing efforts both inside and outside your business.

It encourages customers to engage with your products or services.

In retail, signage influences purchasing decisions.

Signs guide visitors to your location, ensuring they are in the right place.

Wayfinding signage directs customers and highlights essential areas like promotions, exits, and amenities.

Most Common Signage Mistakes and How to Avoid Them

Even a single signage mistake can reduce its effectiveness and negatively impact the customer experience. Below are some of the most common errors businesses make when designing signage.

1. Too Much Information

More text doesn’t mean better signage. Overloading a sign with too much information makes it cluttered and hard to read. Ideally, text should take up no more than 20% of the sign’s surface, with a clear and concise message.

2. Text That’s Too Small

Text that is too small is difficult to read from a distance. Avoid overcrowded signs by keeping font sizes large enough for easy visibility.

3. Poor Font Choices

Delicate or script fonts may look elegant but can be difficult to read, reducing the impact of your signage. Opt for bold, legible fonts for maximum effectiveness.

4. Bad Color Combinations

Poor contrast between background and text can make your signage hard to read. For optimal visibility, use dark backgrounds with light text or vice versa. Also, consider color-blind viewers by avoiding confusing color combinations like reds and greens.

5. Low-Resolution or Poor-Quality Images

Blurry or pixelated images make signage look unprofessional. Always use high-resolution graphics and vector files to maintain clarity in large-format printing.

6. Not Using a Professional Designer

A professional graphic designer ensures your signage follows industry best practices, preventing many of these common mistakes.

7. Poor Visibility or Incorrect Placement

Even the best signage won’t work if it’s not positioned correctly. Ensure your signs are placed at eye level and free from obstructions to attract attention.

8. Lack of Proper Lighting

Backlit signage increases visibility, especially for storefronts or businesses open in the evening. Without lighting, your sign may be overlooked, reducing its effectiveness.

9. Choosing the Wrong Materials

The durability of your signage depends on material selection. Outdoor signs should be made from weather-resistant materials like aluminum or Foamex to withstand harsh conditions.

10. DIY Signage

Handmade or poorly executed signage can damage your business’s professional image. Professionally produced signage lasts longer, looks better, and performs more effectively.

Need a Reliable Signage Company?

If you want professional, high-quality signage, Cape LED Signs has you covered. We specialize in custom signage solutions, including trade show displays, wayfinding signs, and large-format prints. Contact us today to discuss your signage needs!

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Frequently Asked Questions About Trade Show Signage

Q1. What are the key elements of effective Trade Show Signage?

Effective trade show signage should feature clear messaging, high-quality graphics, and cohesive branding. Incorporate readable fonts, vibrant colors, and attention-grabbing visuals. Ensure that contact information is prominently displayed on trade show signs to help potential clients connect with your brand.

Q2. How much does a Trade Show Backdrop or Trade Show Booth Display cost?

The cost of trade show backdrops can range from $200 to $1,000, depending on size and material. Trade show booth displays are more comprehensive and can cost between $1,000 and $5,000 or more, depending on customization. For businesses looking to maximize their impact, investing in a high-quality trade show display banner or booth can create a polished, professional look.

Q3. How do I choose the right Trade Show Booth Display for my event?

Selecting the right trade show booth display depends on your event goals, budget, and booth space. Consider lightweight and portable options for ease of setup, or opt for customized trade show and graphics signage to create a bold visual statement. Always test your display before the event to ensure it fits your setup requirements.

Q4. Do you offer professional installation for Trade Show and Graphics Signage?

Yes, we provide professional installation services to ensure your trade show booth display is set up securely and looks visually appealing. Proper installation maximizes the impact of your trade show signs and ensures a hassle-free event experience. Contact us at 239–800–9454 for tailored solutions.

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