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alt-2077 · 2 years

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Maine's Crew crushing on a cold and quiet s/o

chars. david, lucy, maine, dorio, kiwi, pilar, rebecca, falco, sasha w⚠️. smoking, alcohol, affection, possibly a bit of ooc, very very minor spoilers genre. fluff, headcanons wc. 3.9k note. you're apart of maine's crew as well. idk if i'll ever write headcannons this long with this many characters again. lost myself a little towards the end as well because i wanted to just get it out.

David Martinez

When he first met you, he was nervous. You gave off this very aloof aura.

You were in Maine's Crew, so of course you had to be dangerous, right?

Regardless he tried to approach you, might as well be on good terms with everyone in the crew, right?

You guys made small chat every now and then but they eventually started to turn into genuine conversations.

The conversations didn't outweigh the silence you two would bask in sometimes.

When you first invited him over to the apartment, he was ecstatic and didn't turn down the offer.

He was still nervous but trusted you wouldn't do anything, even after the Lucy incident.

You'd two would have conversations that were deeper than any other ones you both had experience. You got to learnt about his past and he got to learn about yours.

He grew to like you. Lots.

More and more as time went on. He couldn't separate himself from you much and got teased plenty by Maine who just so happen to notice the lovestruck chance in David.

He was outside your door one night, you'd invited him over once again, but he had kindled up a little plan.

This was the night he'd confess to you, or at least he hoped it'd go that way.

You noticed he was in his thoughts, rarely saying much and not talking a lot like you guys did when you were alone. So, you asked him what's up.

He couldn't keep it in anymore and let his confession spew out of his mouth. It was a little difficult to understand him but you caught gist.

He froze up when he felt lips on his. Realising it was you, he loosened up.

When you separated, you looked at him with your forehead leaning against his. Confessing that you liked him too and that he doesn't have to worry anymore.

Needless to say, the rest of the night was filled with kisses and cuddles.

He was in love.

Lucy

She noticed how distant you were ever since you joined them. Despite also being withdrawn herself, she decided to make the first move.

At first, it was almost like a minor interrogation, some of which you bothered to answer but your began to trust her some more with information about your personal life as time went on.

After jobs, you eventually started to go with her to her apartment to relax.

She showed you the BD on the moon and both of you would enjoy the atmosphere. It was fun. It gave a euphoric ambience, even.

If you smoked or drank alcohol, she'd offer you some.

It was a new feeling. She couldn't get enough.

Visits became very frequent. Often working out together, having lunch or dinner, enjoying the moon on top of her apartment or in the BD.

She was so sweet and kind to you. Maine commented how he's never seen her like that with anyone else but you.

She always worried about your safety during jobs. Staying close to you but never got in your way.

Sometimes after jobs, both of you would skip the parties to go straight to either yours or her place.

Many deep conversations would always follow, you learnt about her past and you'd quickly comfort her. It was a new behaviour from you that was unexpected but fully welcomed.

And to be honest? She wanted more.

Eventually she started to be a little affectionate in touches. Often playing with your hair or holding you hand. If you were uncomfortable with it though, she'd stop and find another way in being affectionate.

However, she decided she'd make the first move whilst you two were in her bed together.

She'd softly start by looking at you before slowly leaning in to connect her lips with yours.

It was addictive and lasted ages with no end in site.

That night only progressed further with words of love.

Maine

You're reserved personality didn't intimidate him. Have you seen how fucking massive this dude is??

Always offered to buy you drinks at parties.

Always protected and shield you from enemies on the job.

You didn't need to be protected, you were able to handle yourself. Telling him that was like talking to a brick wall though. He didn't listen. He just wanted to make sure you were safe and it made him feel stronger in a way.

He'd always find an excuse to accompany you on anything. I mean, what if some got the better of you while your guard was down? Of course he doesn't genuinely think that though.

Would never stop talking to you or teasing you about how quiet you were.

He loved it though.

And that's when he knew that he had fallen for you. Hard.

Inevitably, you began to talk back. Albeit snarky remarks, he still saw a chance in your reciprocation to his comments.

The snarky remarks and banters eventually became small chatter to conversations.

He started to be a little more touchy, always having a hand or arm around your shoulder, though for only a little time.

If you drank, you'd both often go to the Afterlife to drink.

Talking about the future of his crew and hoping to become some of the best mercs Night City has ever seen.

He told you about his history, his problems, anything and everything. He knew wouldn't be judged. He trusted you more than anyone in the crew.

He loved the comfort he received from you. Hugging started to become a regular interaction between you two when you were alone.

And then hugging became cuddling.

Comes to see you at your place heaps. Usually without notice. You got used to expecting him when you'd hear a knock at your door.

And when nothing was planned, getting calls from him became a known sign he wanted to hang about with you.

One night at the Afterlife with you alone, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and was oddly quiet.

After some silence, you finally asked what was wrong and he chuckled to himself before turning to you.

You were still as confused as you could be before he smirked and leaned into your ear to whisper that you've casted a spell on him. Before you could even reply, he kissed you.

You were stunned, but shortly after reciprocated the kiss and melted into his touch.

Eventually make-out sessions at the Afterlife became a regular interaction between you two.

Oh, and of course you're both dating now. PDA is big with him.

Dorio

Like Maine, she wasn't scared to approach you. Loved talking to you, even if you never said anything back.

Unlike Maine, she didn't try to protect you in fights. She would if she needed to but she knew you had your own in a fight.

Encounters with her would be slow and rare at the start but eventually catch pace fairly fast.

She was very caring towards you. Always asking if you were alright during meet-ups and/or if she just saw you alone and detached from the crew in your own little area.

Her attentive charm became comforting and you'd go to her or open up a little if something was the matter.

She felt very happy that she was that one you'd come to if something was wrong.

Dare I say it even boosted her ego a little.

You or her would always find a way to spend a little time together, even if it was just sitting down and having a drink.

Always asks to come see you at your apartment.

She was addicted to your company and she knew that she felt something for you. Something that she wanted to explore. She took her time to drop hints here and there.

If you oblivious to her some of her advances, she'd be a bit more obvious for you.

If you weren't, you'd express some interested back.

And at this point, it's just whoever made the first move.

Cuddling would be common amongst the both of you but they usually wouldn't last too long. She was a little worried that you'd start to become uncomfortable but if you expressed in your own way that you didn't mind. They'd continue a little longer.

She always offered to buy you things.

If you two were walking together and you stared at something a little too long, she'd remember and take it as a chance to visit the shop in her own time to buy you that item. If it was expensive, she wouldn't mind stealing it.

Gifts became a pretty regular thing with her.

She found enjoyment in spoiling you a little. She loved the small glint in your eye when she surprises you with an item of your interest.

Oh, she always offers you to work out with her. Basically your personal trainer sometimes, it was very sweet.

It took a little while for her to confess to you but it couldn't of gone any better than it did.

She took you to a secluded place where you both could be alone outside.

She hesitated a little bit but wasn't very long until she told you why she brought you here and confessed.

She was a little nervous, like a shy soft giant. So, what better thing to do than kiss her to relax her nerves?

She melted into the kiss and you both continued the night with care and love. (take that how you will)

Kiwi

When you both met, you rarely talked. Though, it surprised you when she approached you first at one of the parties that was taking place after a successful job. Of course you wouldn't show that you were surprised though.

She sat with you and let the quiet sit for a little before speaking a word. It was a small conversation but she enjoyed that you even replied back her.

These instances would happen time and time again when you'd both be exhausted from the crew and just need some peace.

It became a usual occurrence for either one of you to go searching for each other after spending time with the crew and you grew close.

Kiwi wasn't one to trust a soul but she found herself at ease and letting her guard down around you. It was.. a new feeling.

The invitation to her apartment came fairly slow though

You were both very sluggish when it came to your relationship.

Seeing each other at either one of your places was very rare and were usually offers rather than asks.

They were rarely denied though. The only time they were was if either of you were busy.

Eventually either one of you would start to drop things to hang out with each other.

She never got affectionate with you. She was still to herself.

And to be honest, she was a little scared.

I mean, what if you're just going to string her along and she's just used for some big plan of yours. She doesn't believe it but she still needs to be cautious, she doesn't know your intentions.

She does care about you.

During jobs and instances where she has to do netrunning, she always asks you to keep an eye out for her. Just in case if something happens.

She knows you can handle yourself and someone else if you need to so she trusts you with her life in situations like these.

Every time you both get out alive, the feeling grows stronger.

She starts to become more protective of you now.

Whenever Maine or Pilar picks or bothers you, she's always to your rescue to say something back to them before walking away with you to go do your own thing.

It took a really long time the confession to come but she knew that the feelings she felt were heavy for you and she needed to act out on them because the persistence was getting on her nerves.

So, while you both were at her apartment, she just looked at you and said what she need to say. No hesitation to be seen.

It came a little of a shock to you but you kissed her forehead and leaned on her. It was obvious in your reaction that you reciprocated.

Pilar

Thought your coldness was kinda hot.

Any time he'd get the chance, he'd sit next to you. Usually with one of his arms covering the back of the seat or one your shoulders.

He was very determined to fuck you and at first, that's all it was. Then he actually grew to kinda really like you?

It was new. He never thought of anything else but sex, but with you, he wanted to go further. He actually put some effort into it.

Still was his crazy, sex-craved self though. Just with.. more love?

There'd be times where you just leave whenever he'd even remotely open his mouth.

But there'd be other times where you'd just stay and listen to what he had to say because you didn't have anything else better to do, so why not?

Every now and then you'd humour him but only a bit, mainly by lightly smirking or humming.

He saw this as affirmation that you were totally into him. So he got a little more touchy.

If you weren't comfortable with how he was to you though, he'd tone it down but still let some things slip out. If you glared at him, he'd immediately whimper and apologise.

God forbid Rebecca saw this though. She'd never let him live it down.

Speaking of Rebecca, she was usually around a lot with Pilar so it'd be the three of you sometimes if you were hanging out.

Lots of loud, loud bickering.

If you left midway they probably wouldn't of even have noticed during but would definitely call you when they finally did.

Rebecca wasn't always tagging along though so don't worry.

Pilar was always with you, even if you didn't ask for it. Always having one of his freakishly long arms around you. Of course if you said so, he'd leave you alone.

He was very surprised whenever he invited you over and you accepted or you offered him to come to your place.

He started becoming more normal when you two were together and just by yourselves.

There'd just be conversations. None of them meaningful by any circumstances but enjoyable regardless. Ok well, maybe a handful of meaningful one. He's not the kinda guy to just open up to someone. So it takes a bit for him to get used to it.

Unsuspecting visits became more and more common, to the poin they kinda just were expected with him.

During one of the hangouts at your place. He got serious. it was scary, honestly.

He sighed before explaining his predicament with his feelings towards you and apologises for he behaviour.

You just smiled softly before placing your lips against his and forgiving him.

After that night, he was a changed man (not really).

Rebecca

Like her brother, she thought you were very hot. Opposites attract after all.

Followed you everywhere, always talked to you even if you didn't say anything back.

At first, her personality was annoying but you grew to enjoy the company and it wasn't very long until you started talking back. She was very happy to finally have an actual conversation instead of just talk to herself.

You both were together basically everywhere you went. You'd both visit her apartment every now and then. Of course, it'd get very rowdy with her and her brother bantering and him not leaving either of you alone.

She'd always tell him to fuck off if he made any kind of sexual or crude remark about you and then just shove you both away from him.

Despite her being loud, she was very caring towards you and loved taking care of you. Even if you didn't ask for it.

She hug or cuddle you a lot. If you weren't comfortable about any of it though, she'd stop before pouting cutely and whispering sorry softly.

It was actually very adoarble.

She realised that the more she spent time with you, the more she felt strong feelings for you. She was falling for you very hard and she knew it.

Would always come up with cute funny nicknames to call you. Always call you cute and adorable.

She's also very dramatic with you sometimes.

She always tries to find a way to make you laugh and she finds that being overly dramatic with you sometimes can get a tiny giggle from you. Even if you try to play if off as something else, it warms her heart.

She loves being affectionate with you, holding hands, hugging you from behind unexpectantly, all of the above really.

She LOVES playing with your hair and styling it, especially to match hers. She think it's cute to match, so if she's given the opportunity, of course she's gonna take it, no questions asked.

She has a very, very, very big soft spot for you. Ask something from her or a favour and she'll do it straight away.

Oh, and also expect gifts for another way of showing you her undying love to you.

She's much like Dorio, except if she sees you stare at it while together, she'll just walk in and get it.

She's not gonna pay for it of course, why pay if you can just get it for free when you're already in some kind of trouble with the law? (please never adopt this mindset.)

It's actually how her confession came to be. She stole some diamond jewellery that she thought would look very nice on you.

Then she decided then when she gave you it, the news was gonna hit right after so you couldn't possibly say no to her anyways.

When she gives you the gift, she insists you put it on. Once you do, she just stares in awe before commenting how hot you look with it and mentioning how she's literally heads over heals for you.

It takes a little while for what she said to hit but once it did, she took the opportunity to surprise you further and kisses you deeply.

The night continued into many lip locking experiences~

Falco

Offered to buy you drink, whether you accepted or not, your interest towards each other grew during some tipsy chatter. However he did most of the talking.

He'd comment on how he thought that your lack of communication sometimes was fairly relaxing.

Not because he could say anything or whatever but because he's surrounded by loudmouthed mercs sometimes. He's only human after all. A modified human.

Very sweet towards you. Always offers to give you a ride home after jobs or parties.

Always asks if he can accompany you.

He was very gentlemen like to you, opening doors for you and pulling out chairs if you two were going out to eat together or walking around.

He's another one who'll buy gifts for you.

The realisation of his feelings came a little slow, he tried to push it down for a little while but it got the best of him and determined him to court you.

When he had the time, he'd buy you bouquets of flowers even if you didn't really like them. You slowly started enjoy the bouquets though and putting them in vases. You ran out of vases? No worries, he'll deliver them to you in vases.

Invites you out to pubs and always buys you your drinks. No person such as you should be paying for drinks yourself.

He'll always be sure to treat you, it's hard to treat him back since he always denies it. Though, that's only if he's around you. If you get it in your own time, he'll have no choice but to accept. He's sure to always treasure anything you give him.

Late night drives happen a lot. It's gorgeous. Sometimes you'll go out to the Nomad lands and get on a high place just to watch NC from afar.

If you ask, I'm sure he'll drive faster than what'd be considered safe. Some drifts maybe.

Eventually, you start coming to him when you're stressed and need to blow off some steam. Driving with him becomes one of your most favourited activities.

Though the confession didn't take action during on of these late night drives. It was instead over dinner.

While sat and waiting for your dinner. He was a little hesitant but delivered the news of his feelings nonetheless.

After confirming that you reciprocated. He nudged your foot with his and placed his hand over yours before the food had arrived. The rest of the dinner was mainly him talking about the usual stuff that had happened in his day.

After leaving the restaurant. You both left to sit in his car and that's when the first kiss had happened, and it lasted quite a while.

When he drove you back, you invited him inside to which he accepted and the both of you enjoyed the rest of your night in each others company.

Sasha

Excited to meet you. Very.

Probably would've put you off a little but eventually it got very easy to warm up to her.

When you two were alone, she always tried to fill the silence with chatter but she quickly learnt that silence was very comforting, especially with you

She was very sweet to you and was always the first one to come up to you after any job just to ask if you were ok and were feeling fine. Sometimes would offer to call a Delamain cab for you if you weren't able to drive or didn't want to walk home.

She was kinda like Dorio but a little more ecstatic.

Sometimes when she'd hit you up to ask if you were doing anything, she'd ask you out to nightclubs to dance with her and just hang out.

During these occurrences, seeing you have a little bit of fun every now and then, she grew addicted to see even just a little bit of a smile on your face.

And she realised that she liked you lots.

After that, she'd almost always ask to hang out and just do random things together.

Would always try to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you. She enjoyed your company plenty, even when you were quiet and not bothered to speak.

I should probably mention that before she was a little intimidated by you, and still is when you get super serious but she knows better now.

She comments how she kind of likes that look on you. The cold look of course.

The confession didn't take long to come as she was sure she really liked you.

During one of the midnight hangouts at one of the clubs in Night City. She mentioned how she really adored you and hopes that you and her could go further rather than being just friends.

You gently smiled and put you hand on hers before kissing her cheek.

She was a little shocked at it but very happy and asked if she could kiss you, and of course you accepted.

She was very happy to have come across you and go far with you in hopes of coming even further in the life of NC.

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2hai4you · 1 year

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Edgerunner guys and their kinks

gn!reader

AN: this will be my first head cannon and first attempt on my smut journey 😜. Also I'm pulling this off the top of my head and hope it looks good! Ty and be good. I might definitely add more. Feel free to hmu for more ideas.

TW: breeding, bondage, edging, Dom/sub, service play, overstimulation, CNC/freeuse, "mind break" (brain dance), humiliation, impact play

David Martinez

Overstimulation: He has a very addictive personality. He wants to push himself and his partner to pass their limits. Keep on going and going and going till either they are spent or he passes out.

Service play: he will do everything and anything to make sure his partner is well taken care of. He will kiss them all over, worship them, and treat them like an addiction.

Mind break: he is into being under a brain dance and succumbs to any and all stimulation. Unable to control what is happening, unable to think about anything other than whatever memory/video they play for him.

Maine

Dominant: he is a total Dom. He loves to show his partner who is the boss. Pinning them down or being very very rough. He will make sure you know your place and be a good little choom and get whatever he needs done

Impact play: he is very "hands-y". He would choke his partner, pin them on the wall, and take what he wants. He will take them from be hand and spank them hard and mark them up. Letting them who owns them.

Petplay: He loves to show ownership to his sub with a collar. Pulling them around with a leash, making them get on all fours. Training them, playing with them, and taking care of his pets. When they get needy, he will make sure they get their fill if they are good.

Pilar

Bondage: he loves using a new set of hands to tie his partner up. Suspend them while he plays with their body. Either tying them in place so he can tease them, or stringing them up so show off his skills

Humiliation: after stringing them up he will laugh at how much they actually enjoy being a little toy he can tie up. He will put you on display and show everyone how much of a mess they are making. Making sure you press all the buttons and be his entertainment.

CNC/freeuse: he loves making them into a little prey. He will grope them, feel their body up whenever and wherever he wants. Pull them into an alleyway with his large hands, covering their mouth and using them.

Falco

Daddy Dom: He knows how to make sure his partner is a good little one. He makes sure they are always on task or there will be consequences. He will always take care of them and all their needs and make sure they are a mess if they are good and listen.

Edging: he loves to make sure to send his little one on missions while edging. Their holes are always stuffed and if they complete their mission or chores in a timely manner, then and only then they can cum with his permission.

Breeding: he loves filling up his little sub. Fucking them over and over and filling up their holes with his thick cum. Watching it leak from between their legs during missions or plug them to make sure the cum doesn't come out. He loves making sure his little ones are always full.

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aniitachang · 2 years

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Accidentally finished the drawing of my Pilar-shipping oc ♡

Gonna spam the cyberpunk Pilar tag with my cute daughter (?)

“I don't want y… I don't want anybody to get hurt…”

“I can save you guys if you get hurt, but you have to cherish your own life first or there's nothing I can do! It's my job to heal… and it's kinda the only thing I'm good for…”

#cyberpunk fanart #cyberpunk edgerunners #cyberpunk 2077 #my oc tag #caliya #pilar x reader #pilar #reader #cyberpunk #yeah eat my tag i need more ppl see my love for pilar #edgerunners fanart #edgerunners

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pelova4president · 3 months

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All eyes on you

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Fridolina Rölfo x Reader

All eyes on you II

summary~ Three of your teammates have an eye on you. And they aren’t shy to show you that they want you either.

!warnings! 18+ smut, making out, fingering?, explicit language

They made it obvious, they wanted you. They kept giving you signals and hints but somehow you were just oblivious to their actions.

It started when you joined the team a few months ago. Frido started taking interest in you and helped you move in, putting your furniture together. Mapi and Ingrid took it on them to show you around the city, in the hopes to show you their bedroom eventually.

The move from England to Barcelona went a lot smoother than you would've thought. Your Spanish was still shit but most of the girls understood you and tried to talk back in their broken English. Keira and Lucy were still trying to master the language so there weren't much of use. Frido and Ingrid however were almost fluent in both so they helped with the translating. Mapi was trying to teach you some words but that wasn't going great.

Mapi and Ingrid were and item, everyone knew that and it wasn’t like they tried to hide it either. The couple almost always sat infront of you in the bus. Frido, Ingrid and Mapi took you in and offered you the empty seat in their four seater. Frido sat next to you and even though she preferred the window seat, but she’ll never admit that because she knows you do too, she offered you it.

While you and the Swede were watching a series, sharing EarPods with your head resting on her shoulder. The couple infront of you were having a heavy making out session. You couldn’t help but look up. And maybe you stared a bit too long, okay you definitely did. Ingrid pulled her girlfriend into the rough kiss, she was more dominant than you would’ve thought. Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed how the couple had separated already and their eyes were now focused on you.

“You like the show?” Frido whispered in your ear. Waking from your trance you noticed how all their eyes were on you. You got caught red handed. With red cheeks you mustered a response, “Yeah- i mean like the uhh the blonde actress is really.. pretty and good right?”. The Barca players laughed at your embarrassed state.

"So you're into blondes eh?" Mapi commented looking at Frido and then you again. "Yeah- No, i like all. All women, blonde, brunette, both uh everything?" you rambled, eyes focused on the protein shake infront of you. "Good." you heard Ingrid say.

When you finally dared to look somewhere other than your shake you met Frido's eyes. And just when you ou thought your cheeks couldn't get any redder “We both know that i didn’t mean that show.” Frido smirked. You tried to hide your face into your hoodie but that only made her laugh harder.

All three of the women were getting more affectionate with you too, but that’s just how the Spanish culture is right. Frido would get you to sit in her lap on movie nights, her hands placing themselves on your thighs. Ingrid would walk next to you and place her hand on the small of your back and sometimes her hand would drop lower, to your ass. To say you didn’t like it would be a lie. All three of them were beautiful and just very hot, you couldn’t deny that. You honestly were flattered by all their attention.

When you scored your first Barca goal, all of the girls were over the moon for you. They knew you had a bit of a rough start, not scoring any goals in what felt like months. But now you’ve broken through that barrier with not only one but two goals in one game. Frido, assisting your first goal ran towards you with open arms. “You’ve done it!” she kissed your cheek.

Walking through the tunnel after fulltime Mapi approached you, her hand resting on your hip. “Scoring looks good on you amor.” she grinned. You hadn’t really processed the compliment and her seductive tone when her girlfriend joined you. “Quite a performance you put on out there. Wanna come over for a movie night later? Just you, us and Frido, you can choose the movie.” Ingrid asked expectedly. It sounded nice and you got to choose the movie, why not.

“Yeah, i’ll be there.” you agreed. “Perfect!” Ingrid kissed your cheek and took off with Mapi who sent a cheeky wink your way. With the couple still in your mind you walked towards your car.

"Be ready at eight, You just look pretty and i'll pick you up." you heard behind you. Frido was stood by her car, her hair still wet from the quick shower she just had. "Okay, thank you!" you yelled back waving goodbye to the blonde.

Frido kept her promise and picked you up. You were debating on what to wear, comfy or classy. Frido said to look pretty so a black dress would do. It wasn't exactly comfortble, it was short and tight but atleast you looked good. So good that even Frido couldn't help but comment on it. "You look fantastic. Don't know how i can keep my hands to myself all night when you're sitting next to me like that." she muttered under her breath, taking you all in. Her eyes traveled from head to toe, stopping at the hem of your dress.

"Well, thank you.. you look very good yourself" you said feeling like a some artpiece hung up in a museum. Frido hummed at that and her eyes met yours again. "Let's go beautiful." Frido placed her hand on the small of your back, closing your front door.

She walked you to her black car, one that suited Frido. It was a matt BMW and you could see that she took pride in it, she drove through the car wash atleast once every few days. Opening the passenger door for you and walking to the drivers seat she sat down. Frido wasn’t one for very loud Spanish music like the other girls in your team enjoyed, she liked background music. A little RnB or Jazz was her go to so that's what played on the background of your conversation.

“Are you excited?” she asked, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear stick, her eyes were focused on the road. You didn’t immediately answer and she took her eyes off the road to take an expecting look at you. “Are you gonna be a good girl and tell me or?” the Swede raised her brow.

“Uh yeah, i’m excited. I’ve already got a movie picked out.” you said smiling. Frido grinned at that and placed her hands reassuringly on your thigh, squeezing it. "I'm sure Mapi and Ingrid are excited too." she hummed and began to move her hand higher. "They've been dying to get some alone time with you, away from all the girls you know" that was new to you. "Oh didn't know that." the blush creeping up on your cheeks betrayed your cool answer.

The car ride felt like an eternity to you. Frido kept her hand on your thigh, sqeezing or moving it when you said something to her. Your teammate was wearing black trousers and a white top, showing off her abs and tits. She was insanely goodlooking, there was no denying that. But now that she's sitting next to you holding the steering wheel like that, focused on the road and one of her hands teasing you, she was beyond attractive.

When you finally arrived she reached over you, stretching for a piece of gum. You could see right into her top, not that you minded, at all.

Both of you stepped out of the car and got into the lift to your teammates apartment. Frido took your hand in hers like it was something she's always done. Leading you to the couples house Ingrid opened the door almost immediatly. "You both look very good. Come inside." she greeted you. And while you walked inside where Mapi waited for you, you saw Frido whisper something to Ingrid.

Mapi was standig behind the kitchen island pouring herself a drink. "There you are amor, been waiting for a while now" she smirked at your flushed state. "Sorry, Frido told me to be ready at eight." you tried to apologize. "Don't worry, the wait was worth it" she walked over to you. "Would you like something to drink?" the Spaniard asked taking a sip from what you assumed was a martini.

The two Scandinavian girls joined not much later, both of them opting for a glass of red wine. They let you choose the movie liked they promised and you settled down. Ingrid pulled you inbetween her legs, you head resting on her chest. Mapi and Frido were sitting to the left of you.

Everything was fine, well you were turned on by the women but it wasn't something you haven't felt before around them. Whenever Ingrid went to take a sip from her glass she bent over, hold you by your hips and her hands stayed there. About an hour into the movie she started to play with the hem of your short dress, you obviously should've wore something more comfortable.

Tracing paterns on your thighs she whispered in you ear, "You wore that dress just for us, right.". Processing her words you turned your head around. "Frido said to look pretty, so yes?" Ingrid hummed at that, mostly satisfied with your answer. Ingrid never stopped teasing you and you couldn't help but rub your thighs together. Unbeknownst to you the three women exchanged glances at the action.

You excused yourself to the bathroom. Ingrid was doing this to you on purpose. They were open about their relationship and sex life but you didn’t know they were so open.

Going back into the living room Ingrid was filling her glass in the kitchen and Maria and Frido were having a conversation. You leaned against the kitchen counter next to the Norwegian, “Can i help you?” you asked. “You can be a good girl and go sit all nice and pretty next to Frido for me.” her hands were on your hips turning you to the couch where the two were sat.

Going to sit down next to Frido you got pulled into her lap, waiting nervously at what they had in store for you. “Are you enjoying yourself bebé?” the Spanish defender asked you curiously. You nodded furiously. “I think you could enjoy yourself a bit more tonight, no?” Ingrid said walking towards Frido who she gave another glass of wine. “You definitely could baby.” Frido took a sip of her drink.

Your eyes followed Ingrid who straddled her girlfriend. Mapi leaned in for a kiss when Ingrid stopped her, whispering something in her ear. The dark haired woman teasingly kissed the Spaniard behind her ear and down to her neck, leaving marks along the way.

Yet again, too caught up with the show infront of you you didn’t see the blondes hand creeping up under your dress. “Hmm do you like watching them?” Frido breathed. She pushed your dress up and teased you over the fabric of your panties. Feeling the wet spot on them she pressed harder. “So fucking wet already, haven’t even touched you.” she kissed up your neck.

You shut your eyes, the teasing they've been doing becoming too much. The woman behind you slowed her movements. “She’s getting all hot and bothered, don’t think she can wait much longer.” she talked to the other women. “Oh, she can wait just fine. You’ll be a good little girl for us, right.” Ingrid more stated than asked. Opening your eyes you nodded.

“Say you’ll be a good girl for us.” Frido kissed your neck, her hands starting to grope your tits. Lost in the pleasure you didn’t answer, “Say ‘i’ll be a good girl for you’ or i’ll stop and you won’t get anything at all.” the blonde demanded. You whined at her dominant tone “I’ll be good. I’ll be a good girl for you, just give me something.” you begged.

Frido took that as her sign to slide her hand inside your panties. “She’s so fucking pretty like this.” you heard Mapi say. Frido didn’t slide her fingers in yet, just teasing and lighty brushing past your clit. “J-just give me more please.” you said trying to get more.

You heard the three women laugh at your state. “Haven’t even started fucking you yet and you’re already gone, god you’re desperate.” Ingrid commented from across the couch. Her girlfriend was still under her, both set of eyes fixated on you. “Can’t wait to taste her.” Mapi kissed Ingrid.

“Maria why don’t you get her ready to take a cock then. I’m sure she’d appreciate that, don’t go easy on her though. You know how we want this evening to go.” Ingrid instructed Maria. They’ve been fucking planning this.

A/N setup done, next chapter will be a bit more Mapi and a whole lot more smut so don’t you worry. Feedback would be appreciated :) Got anything you want in the next fic, let me know!

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simplylatte · 5 months

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EVEN MORE CORPSE PUPPET ART BECAUSE IM HYPERFIXATED ON IT AUAUAUUAA

I swear I am normal

...maybe

Corpse Puppet AU by @sketchquill !! PLEASE I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS AU AND THE ARTIST AAAAAA /geniune /platonic

I KEEP MAKING Y/N'S HAIR SO FLUFFY ACK BUT AAAA HERE YOU GO!!

And I drew another self ship because why the hell not??

I AM SOSOSOS SORRY FOR THE SELF SHIPS AND IM SO SORRY FOR THE SPAM MENTIONS AAAA I'LL TRY TO CALM DOWN BUT ITS SO AHDD TO CONTROL MYSELF WITH THIS MUCH EXCITEMENT EEEK

#welcome home #wally darling #wally welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #julie joyful #julie welcome home #howdy pilar #howdy welcome home #howdy pillar x reader #corpse puppet au #welcome home au #I CANT HELP MYSELF OH MY GOD HELP

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Hi hope ur doing well! I just wanted to drop by to say i love your sukuna headcanons and fics and that your soccer au of him actually reminded me of a real player LOL. his name is sergio ramos and is known for being an aggressive defender but also has no actual scandals and has sexy tattoos and an undercut. Ik this is v random but he just really reminded me of your football player! sukuna so im just gonna pretend its him from now haha

footballer sukuna manifests ramos and zlatan the moment someone so much as touches him....thinking about how footballer sukuna is like an itch that never goes away. getting under everyone's skin and riling them up, stay mad about it—"who do you think is the best player in the world?" asks a reporter at a pre-match conference and sukuna replies, "that's the dumbest question i've ever heard," shrugging off any doubt about it, because of course the answer was as obvious as his cocky smile or the ego that inflates and grows to be as big as the room—oh how arrogant is he.

'he's so disrespectful,' they say when he does a little dance after every goal, or when he sticks his tongue out just to show off the new piercing. the cameras zoom in on him and your breath hitches at the way his smile is so daring and confident. there’s no hidden mirth and it’s not to tease, this is one of pure, unadulterated, triumph because his skill is indisputable. and he loves taking his sweet time basking in the spotlight, the spectacle that is sukuna the striker and his never-ending tantrums or the over-the-top, comical bouts of fake-injuries.

but this is no time for his antics, even his own teammates are sick of it. "get the fuck up," nanami sneers from above his form, curled up in a fetal position. they're one-nil down into additional minutes and it's the only time kento's ever had anyone get on his nerves this much, something about the dane's calm and collected resolve slipping, blonde hair frazzled and coming undone from its neat do, there's no doubt he's fuming. he slips a few curses when the ref makes his way over, and what people see is a head of rose pink looking up without a speck of guilt in his face.

but he does take his time in other ways too. during the moments where you've got him all to yourself and he bends you every which way, in all sorts of positions. just because he can, because he needs it. “slow down…” he groans into your neck, hearing you whine desperately in reply, ass bucking up to feel him, wanting more, “i said slow down,” a warning slipping past gritted teeth. sukuna's buried deep, throbbing and so hot inside. you submit so well, so pliant and willing, but he doesn't want to rush this, in fact, he's been keeping you on edge for the past four hours. his palm coming down harshly against your ass, right where it’ll sting the least, he knows you're still sensitive.

somewhere sailing off the coast of ibiza, you'd think there would be enough privacy away from photographers and fans, but alas, he's been pouting nonstop, giving you quick, short answers and avoiding your gaze. "you're not wearing your ring...if you wanted a divorce you could've just said so..." he admits after you confront him about his temper tantrums. "it's a very expensive ring 'kuna, and we're in the middle of the sea?" you try to explain, but he huffs. stomps around the deck with his bulking frame growing twice in size.

"i'll make it up to you," you purr, finding that perfect spot in between his legs to fit yourself onto. familiar and new at the same time, just the scene of watching him struggle, watching his grapple between wanting to stay mad at you and leaving his petty feelings aside. stripping them off the same way his fingers do with your swimsuit, gently lowering the flimsy coverup to reveal soft, warm skin, a little sweaty from the heat, from the sun that beats down but he can't get enough, doesn't care about the sunburn or the freckles, but hopes that as he's leaving kisses behind, or pinning you down on a tiny bench, he'll take the brunt of it. (and he does, marca gets a great cover shot of a reddening tattooed back on a yacht)

(...bet he has a whole playlist customized to his workouts, humming all the bubbly kpop tunes and singing in tune to mitski while he's lifting weights and isn't ashamed of it either. "folklore is great," he tells you, pumping iron or running on a treadmill at a steady 7.0, there's a cute little grin on his face, somewhat childish in manner when he leans over and whispers, "but it's not as good as SOS...")

#anon u r so RIGHT...i was thinking about ramos the entire time ... its trew its trew...#he'd be the poster boy for cheating scandals and yet...#'we have sex everyday' says pilar...whos 44 and absolutely stunning #i know its geto's time but im just gonna post this first so no one thinks im dead and gone or something ....#no im a star ...#sukuna hcs #sukuna fic #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sunpiece #ask #anon #football au

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kaorif · 5 months

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✿・hashiras como maridos.

com Giyu, Rengoku, Tengen, Sanemi e Tokito.

sobre: headcanon sobre como alguns pilares homens agiriam casados. pronome: ela/dela. como o Tokito é um bebêzinho, nesse cenário, ele não está casado, mas sim, tem uma namorada.

TOMIOKA GIYU.

esse homem *suspira*

ele não é exatamente o tipo último romântico, mas ele tenta

marido quietão material

atos de serviço e dar presentes, com certeza essas são as linguagens do amor dele

toda vez que sai numa missão muito longe, trás presentes pra você

sejam flores, acessórios, kimonos, qualquer coisa

chama você pra fazer caminhadas todo santo dia

terrível com demonstrações de afeto em público

no máximo segura sua mão, ou fica parado atrás de você como se fosse um segurança

o menino é tímido, deixa ele

mas quando estão sozinhos...... *suspira de novo*

"querida", "linda", "seu apelido-chan"

prepara banhos pra você

faz comida pra você

faz massagem nos seus ombros

mesmo que você diga que ele acabou de voltar de uma missão e ele que precisa de massagem

silêncio, mulher, apenas aceite o amor dele

gosta de dormir de conchinha

ou quando você cai no sono deitada no peito dele

simplesmente AMA quando você diz que se sente segura com ele

porque na minha cabeça, Giyu é um marido bem tradicional e tem em mente que deve ser o chefe da família, aquele que defende os seus

você falou "eu te amo" primeiro

CALMA

ele queria dizer desde que vocês se aproximaram

mas sempre que ele achava que era o momento certo de dizer, ele ficava nervoso de desistia

depois do primeiro "eu te amo", ele passou a dizer muito mais que você

diz sempre que vai se ausentar

ciumento mas nunca admitiria

gosta de te dar beijos na testa e nas costas das mãos

te amo vida

KYOJURO RENGOKU.

"querida!!!"

"sim, Kyo?"

"você é linda!!"

ele é adorável

maridão golden retriever

sorri toda vez que pensa em você

sorri toda vez que está na sua presença

sorri toda vez que você fala com ele

esse homem sorri muito

segue você por aí como um cachorrinho

a verdade é que ele só quer estar com você o tempo todo

quer a sua aprovação em tudo meu bebê sofreu nessa vida viu

está sempre esperando você dizer coisas como "adorei a comida que você fez", "gostei muito do acessório que você me deu", "você se saiu muito bem nessa missão"

o coração dele DERRETE de amor

se gaba de você pra todo mundo

sempre dá um jeito de falar de você em qualquer conversa

"esse restaurante é ótimo mas a comida da minha esposa é deliciosa!"

super poético falando de sentimentos

"você mantém meu coração em chamas" *gritinhos de fangirl*

pega você e sai rodopiando pela casa quando está muito feliz

adora roubar selinhos de surpresa

prefere dormir com você deitada no peito dele, ele sente que te protege melhor assim

memória perfeita, ele memorizou TODOS os seus gostos

o quê?? você disse que gosta de azaléias??? no outro dia tem um buquê enorme de azaléias na cozinha

você achou bonito o haori daquela moça? ele compra um igual pra você

AMA que você e o irmão dele, Senjuro, se dão bem, significa muito para ele

é tímido para demonstrações de afeto em público, mas faz do mesmo jeito para te fazer feliz

PROTEJA ESSE NENEM A TODO CUSTO

TENGEN UZUI.

meu anjo, ele não é homem de brincadeirinhas

assim que ele conheceu você, ele não quis saber de namoro

ele a quis como sua quarta esposa

e o Uzui não descansou até conseguir

SUPER protetor

lembra daquele discurso que ele fez pra esposas se priorizarem em missão? pois então

se você não é exterminadora de demônios, ele é ainda mais protetor

"prometa que não vai abrir a porta para estranhos enquanto nós quatro estivermos fora!! PROMETA!!!"

apelidos carinhosos, ele adora

"princesa", "linda", "querida", "meu amor"

imune ás piadas da Shinobu, do Sanemi e do Obanai

vai dizer sempre com muito orgulho o quanto ama você

demonstrar amor é extravagante, ué

não importa o quão alta você é

ele é mais alto

nunca deixa você pegar coisas de lugares altos ou fazer tarefas que exigem muito esforço

você é a esposa troféu

pra que vai precisar fazer tarefas????

muito embora o coração dele derreta quando você cozinha pra ele

admira o quão rápido você se deu bem com as outras esposas dele

dá risada quando você expressa verbalmente seus sentimentos por ele

porque ele a acha fofa demais

o casamento foi bombástico, super extravagante, do jeitinho que ele gosta

PRESENTES!!!

kimonos, jóias, acessórios de cabelo, utensílios de maquiagem

"eu não sabia qual cor você gostaria mais, então eu trouxe todas as opções de cores que eles tinham"

mas mãe eu quero casar com ele :(

SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI.

ele definitivamente é um homem intenso

Sanemi não sabe sentir emoções de forma rasa, tudo é borbulhante dentro dele

quando ele sente raiva, ele sente muita raiva

quando ele está triste, ele está muito triste

ou muito feliz, e assim vai

a mesma coisa sobre o amor que ele sente por você te amo amor

ele sente uma atração tão forte, uma paixão tão forte, um apego tão forte

que ele não sabe lidar

pediu você em casamento mas mais parecia que queria te bater

"você vai casar comigo ou não!?"

gosta de apelidos carinhosos mas nunca vai assumir isso em voz alta

pelo menos, não na frente dos outros Hashiras

"princesinha", "minha garotinha"

tudo no diminutivo, porque ele gosta de ser o maior

extremamente competitivo

não aposte nada com esse homem

ele não vai ser cavalheiro e deixar você ganhar

ele vai ganhar e jogar na sua cara

logo depois vai te abraçar e dizer que você foi bem

odeia ficar longe de você

ama contato físico

quando vocês estão à sós ele se transforma num gatinho carente

"ei! por que você parou de fazer carinho no meu cabelo!?"

gosta quando você limpa as feridas dele

é como se fosse um momento íntimo de vocês, enquanto ele te conta como foi a missão

assim como meu amante Kyojuro, Sanemi só quer sua aprovação em tudo

CIUMENTO AGRESSIVO

pobre da pessoa que encostar um dedo em você

péssimo em ter conversas calmas e pacíficas sobre sentimentos

ele nunca sabe o que falar e acaba berrando declarações de amor pela casa

MUICHIRO TOKITO.

QUANDO EU DIGO QUE ELE É O MEU BEBÊ-

quando vê você pela primeira vez, fica tão espantado com sua beleza, que esquece o que estava fazendo

ok, ele tem plena consciência de que tem uma memória ruim

mas ele também tem consciência de que a ama de verdade e faria de tudo por você

pegou cartõezinhos, escreveu coisas sobre você neles e os espalhou pela casa inteira

e toda vez que você diz algo novo sobre si mesmo, ele fica repetindo a informação na cabeça, até chegar em casa e anotar

quando ele está em missão, ele pega seus cartões, os lê e fica pensando sobre você para passar o tempo

colhe flores pra você

ele espera muito que você não seja alérgica porque ele não vai se lembrar disso também

seus encontros consistem em deitar na grama para olhar as nuvens

piqueniques, caminhadas sob o luar

"não fale sobre a S/N" secamente e imediatamente se algum colega Pilar tenta zombar do seu relacionamento

ciúme severo, de fazer careta emburrada pra você

gosta de ir comprar roupas contigo, ele se sente e assiste você experimentar os kimonos

tudo que ele consegue pensar é no quanto sua namorada é linda

sem apelidos carinhosos, não é a praia dele

"S/N-chan" já está de bom tamanho

ser a conchinha menor é o jeito preferido dele de dormir

#kny x reader #kny #hashiras #demon slayer #kny imagine #kny fanfic #kny reacts #kny headcanons #demon slayer reacts #tomioka giyu #kyojuro rengoku #uzui tengen #shinazugawa sanemi #muichiro tokito #kny pt br #demon slayer pt br #pilares

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sporadicbeans82 · 1 month

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Used to Be || Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Reader

Part 2 || Part 3

Summary: You used to be in love with Mapi Leon. Maybe you still are, but now Mapi has a girlfriend... who is very, very pretty. Playing against Barcelona brings up old feelings that you're going to have to bury as you're about to transfer to Barcelona Femení.

Warnings: Maybe a swear word, brief mention of smut, it's a little bit angsty, unedited writing (done at 4am)

Word Count: 4.9k words

A/N: Hi lovelies-- I'm working on a request atm, but this came up and I got carried away. It may not make any sense and may be taken down, but could also be five parts... please let me know what you think :)

The crowd roared as the players of Real Madrid and Barcelona Femení made their way onto the field to find their positions for kickoff. The noise within Estadio Alfredo Di Stefano was absolutely cacophonous, and downright overwhelming to anyone who wasn’t used to it.

As you made your way to your position, you couldn’t help but glance up. Your eyes navigated across the stands, catching onto numerous waving flags, banners, and other collectibles and trinkets which represented either team. You also saw people wearing your jersey, which never failed to put a smile on your face, your chest alight with pride.

The smile, however, disappeared as you caught sight of someone you’d expected to see but… not so soon. Before you knew it, your thoughts were caught in those of the past. Their familiar figure sent so many memories zipping wildly through your brain that, like the noise, it was nearly overwhelming.

You remembered sharing your pre-match rituals with them, sharing the same breakfast together, and a few kisses before the two of you would set off to your match. It was your routine together, the one which made you feel confident and safe before a match.

When the two of you had separated, you also remembered how you’d struggled to find a new routine. Your entire life had been disrupted when you’d broken up with your girlfriend of two years in María Pilar León. Even now, close to seven years later, you still felt like a small piece was missing from your life… had been carved out of your chest and never quite sewed back together.

Your chest burned, and you quickly turned away from the stands in favor of going through your pre-kickoff ritual. You side-stepped to your position, working at your hips and calves as you waited for everyone else to get ready.

You performed three high jumps, making sure to tuck your knees up into your chest– or as high as they could go. As you went through your usual movements, your nerves seemed to meld away with the familiarity of the routine, and with it– the thoughts of a certain Barcelona player watching from the stands.

You’d been prepared to see Mapi, had seen her many times since you’d broken up– through matches played against each other at the international level, and then through matches played against each other at the club level. You’d seen pictures of her, too, with her partner, Ingrid Engen. Each time you saw Mapi, or Ingrid, you felt that same familiar burn in your chest.

Sometimes, that burning would become so much more, almost traveling up your throat and into your eyes, making you feel like you were choking on thoughts and memories of what used to be and what could have been. You felt like you could cry, years later, which was stupid. You’d been the one to break up with Mapi, not the other way around. You thought that you had no right to feel the way that you did, especially since it seemed that Mapi had been able to move on, while you were still stuck in the past.

Someone nudged you, and you almost startled at the contact. One of your Real Madrid teammates, Hayley Raso, placed a hand on your shoulder. Her eyes held a certain amount of concern, almost silently asking you if you were alright.

You managed to give her a small nod, and Raso rubbed up the bare skin of your arm once and then twice before pulling away. It was a comforting gesture, one that reminded you that you weren’t alone in this match. You and Mapi hadn’t been mainstream news when you’d been together– sure, there were a few rumors which had floated around the internet back in the day. However, they’d all been pushed far from the spotlight.

Few people knew that you’d actually dated, and one of those included your teammates Raso and Misa Rodríguez. Throughout your years at Real, Misa had become a close friend of yours. In the deep hours of a night spent watching old football film and hyper analyzing your own team, you’d confided in the goalkeeper. She’d sensed that you were nervous about facing a certain Barcelona team within the next week and had asked you about it, and you’d told her– albeit nervously, as you were aware that they were international teammates. As far as you knew, Misa had kept your secret safely.

Raso was an entirely different story, having taken you home when you were drunk after a win. You’d apparently let slip that you’d missed Mapi and cried into Raso’s arms. Thankfully, the Australian woman hadn’t considered you to be as pathetic as you’d felt, and you’d told her about it all.

The fact that two of your teammates knew about your past with Mapi made you feel better about facing the team. It wasn’t as if you needed a shoulder to cry on– you were over it, really… but things still felt tense between you and Mapi. The two of you had never spoken after you’d broken up, save for the occasional quick congratulatory phrase at the end of a well-fought match.

It was weird, almost– the way someone could go from the best and brightest thing in your life to a stranger.

As Hayley made her way back to her position, you rocked back and forth from your heels to your toes. You allowed yourself to take some calming breaths, closing your eyes and letting the loud crowd fade into the background as you tried to refocus once again.

As the ref blew their whistle, you rocked forward and opened your eyes, nearly missing the ball which had already been kicked your way. You strode forward a few steps before being dispossessed, the ball being cleared to the other side of the field before you had a chance to try to win it back. As you glanced up, you were nearly breathless as you realized just who had so quickly dispossessed you.

Ingrid Engen was taller in person. And prettier.

You couldn’t fault Mapi for being with her, not at all. From her long black hair which had been pulled back into an immaculate braid, to her light colored eyes– from the angle you were at, you couldn’t tell if they were green or blue, but you knew that they were gorgeous. You wondered, briefly, if Mapi ever got lost in them like you were right now-

A call of your name had you spinning, nearly stumbling over your own feet. You saw Hayley receiving the ball from another of your teammates, attempting to pass the football over to you. A Barcelona midfielder intercepted the pass, though, and sent it back over to the other side.

You didn’t have to look at Hayley to know what her eyes were saying– get your head in the game!

The next time you received the ball, you were more prepared. As Ingrid came forward to challenge you, you tipped the ball behind yourself and turned away so that your back was to Ingrid. Then, you were dashing forward once again, eyes set upward towards the Barcelona goal and the only person who now stood in your way-

Your body was flying forward before you could even attempt to kick the ball. Engen had caught up, having been at your hip when you’d made to run away. She’d slide her legs in front of yours, catching the ball and sending it out for a corner kick. She’d also caught a piece of you, judging from the way that you’d sprawled out on your face.

You rolled over slowly, tucking your knees under you as you started to climb to your feet. A hand was held out to you, and you took it without checking who was offering it. As they helped pull you to your feet, you took in their blue and red jersey, which was very unlike your white one.

Ingrid Engen gently patted your back, wiping some grass from your shoulder. Briefly, you wondered if her hands were this soft when she touched Mapi, too. They were large, and comforting, and warm against your skin– a harsh contrast to the breeze which had picked up as the game continued on.

You wondered if Mapi touched her like she’d used to touch you, and if Ingrid touched Mapi as she was touching you at that moment. You knew that you had no right to think those thoughts, but your brain prattled on and on as if morales had gone out the window as soon as you’d set eyes on the defender in the crowd.

Briefly, you remembered the first time you’d ever seen Mapi. It had been on your first day at Atletico Madrid in 2014, newly arrived from England. You didn’t know a lick of Spanish and had gotten lost on your way to the locker rooms.

As you’d wandered aimlessly around the building, you’d quite literally run into some girl with blonde hair and pretty brown eyes.

“Hola?” The girl had looked at you questioningly, confused by the way you stared wordlessly at her. You couldn’t help but admire the other girl, as if running straight into her wasn’t embarrassing enough. She was gorgeous, simply put, and you didn’t know whether you wanted to be her or… something else.

“Hi– Hola?” You’d finally managed to get out. Your accent was thick, the Spanish word unfamiliar on your tongue. A sudden shyness had overcome you, the feeling akin to feeling like a fish out of water.

Mapi didn’t know a lick of English, and so the two of you had stared at each other awkwardly, waiting for the other to extend an olive branch of sorts. Finally, Mapi pointed to the Atletico badge on her chest.

“Aqui. Football?” Mapi mouthed the two words slowly, unsure how much you’d manage to understand. You felt stupid– what kind of person came to a Spanish football team without knowing how to speak Spanish? Still, you managed to catch what Mapi was saying and nodded quickly, almost eagerly.

“Yes1 Madrid!” You said, pointing to your own chest despite the fact that it didn’t have a badge on the shirt you were wearing. Thinking quickly, you attempted to mime kicking a football, to which Mapi pretended to kick the ball back to you, complete with over dramatic sound effects that put you at ease as you laughed at the other’s theatrics.

“Ok,” Mapi said, before making a “come on” gesture with her hand, one which was universal in most- if not all, languages. You followed the other, trying to at least introduce yourself. Mapi turned towards you as you said your name, pointing at yourself.

“Es hermosa. Soy Mapi.” Mapi responded. You only caught a little bit, enough to know that her name was Mapi. You stored that information in your brain before catching a hold of the other girls’ wrist. She turned towards you, momentarily stopping and giving you yet another questioning look.

To this, you held out your hand. As Mapi went to clap her own against it in a high five.

“Nice to meet you!” You said, and Mapi smiled a little bit, nodding.

“Mucho gusto-”

You blinked the rest of that memory away, refocusing on Ingrid. You didn’t bother thanking her, instead simply walking away before you did something that you knew you’d regret. The way in which Ingrid looked at you, brushing the grass off of you apologetically, had your stomach churning in a way that reminded you of how you felt before an important match. Except now, you didn’t think that sidestepping and jumping a few times would help dispel that feeling.

As you set up for the corner, you tried to ignore the way that Engen followed you, her eyes making sure you didn’t stray too far away so that she could mark you. You’d set up between two of your teammates, and as the ball was kicked in you ran forward, jumping and tapping your head up against the ball. You thrust your neck to the side, trying arduously to direct the ball into the net, but Cata Coll hopped up and grabbed the ball between her two gloved hands.

You rubbed the spot on your head that had hit the ball as you sprinted further out into the field as the ball was kicked to one of Barcelona’s center backs. Throughout the game, Ingrid continued to mark you at each corner, staying close to you. She’d almost become your shadow, and it was becoming extremely hard for you to concentrate when thoughts of how frustrated you were with Ingrid soon turned to how hot the Norwegian was as she anticipated your every move, or when she went head to head with you and wasn’t afraid to make a challenge. Thoughts like those inevitably led to Mapi, who you knew was in the stands, eyes on her girlfriend who was guarding her ex-girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend. The term soured in your mind, one which you rarely had to actually apply to yourself– you remembered when you’d broken up with Mapi.

You’d managed to catch a few days off at Arsenal, and had flown to Spain. You’d put this off for far too long now, and you were emotionally exhausted. So much had happened in your life since you’d transferred from Atletico Madrid to Arsenal, and since your girlfriend of two years, Mapi, had transferred to Barcelona.

The two of you had tried to make the distance work. At first, you’d manage to call each other at least twice a week, and visit each other in person at least once a month, and sometimes more. You’d made an effort to go to Mapi’s games, and Mapi had made an effort to attend yours or, at the very least, watch them on television.

After six months at Arsenal and six months of being apart, it had been almost four months since you’d seen the Spanish woman. You’d spoken to her a week ago, and had tried to call her a few times to let her know that you were coming to Spain, but your calls had gone unanswered.

You were upset, of course, feeling like you were being ignored. However, a larger part of you knew the truth– neither of you had time for the other at this point in your busy careers. The thought was painful, especially the first time that you’d realized it. The fact had been on your mind for the last few months, clutching and squeezing painfully around your chest in the darkest hours of the night, like a python around its prey.

As you and Mapi had gone on and on, you couldn’t keep the feeling at bay any longer. You felt like you were dragging your relationship on for the sake of being afraid to end it. You loved Mapi, yes, but you felt like you were… baggage, like another box to check at the end of the day.

“Call your girlfriend” right next to “Feed the Cat” and “Do the Dishes”.

You knew that that was how you felt about Mapi, at least. As if that weren’t enough, you felt ashamed about your relationship.

When you’d been in Barcelona, you hadn’t had to worry about what your parents would think about you dating a woman. Sure, you’d known that they would disapprove, as they’d always spoken negatively about “those types of people”. However, being in another country helped you keep Mapi as your secret. This secret was much harder to keep now that you were back under your parents’ clutches.

Mapi knew how your parents felt, which weighed heavily on your mind as well. You felt like it was too much for the girl, that you were too much for the girl. You didn’t want to speak to Mapi about it, for fear that the girl would dismiss her own feelings in favor of simply staying with you.

So, you’d made the decision alone.

You’d come to Mapi’s doorstep, a place that you’d only been once or twice since she’d moved there. Knocking a few times, you were greeted by your girlfriend, who looked confused by your appearance.

You’d done it then, giving Mapi a parting hug before you’d walked right back down her stairs. You had felt her gaze on your back, and had had to hold back your tears as you’d walked away and left the girl you loved behind.

You’d convinced yourself that it was for the better, had repeated that mantra as you’d paced away from her house. You’d essentially screamed it, in fact, when you’d stood in the mirror of the sketchy hotel room you’d rented for the night.

You’d wanted to go back to Mapi so badly, to cry into her arms and let her wrap her arms around you. You wanted her to tell her that it was okay, and that everything would be okay. You wanted her to tell you that the two of you could and would work, that you would try harder to talk and to visit and to love each other.

But you’d given up the right to ask for Mapi’s comfort the second you’d broken up with her. The shattered, dazed look in her pretty brown eyes had cut into you like a dagger, and served to haunt you for the next year whenever you thought of the girl.

You feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, their touch somewhat familiar from how often you’d felt them throughout the match. By now, your team was trailing Barcelona 1-3, which certainly didn’t help your quickly-souring mood.

From behind you, you heard Ingrid speak. Her voice was calm and collected, despite having played nearly 80 minutes of football. It was deeper than you’d expected too– not that it was super deep, it was just… it was nice, you mentally admitted to yourself. Calming and soothing like her touch, almost like Mapi’s but more relaxing and cool where Mapi’s was comforting and warm.

As if you weren’t torturing yourself enough, you wondered if Ingrid had used those hands and arms to comfort Mapi. You wondered if Mapi had run to Ingrid when you’d broken up with her, had been hugged and held in the way that you had so badly yearned for when you’d left her. Realistically, you knew that Ingrid hadn’t even known Mapi then, and so your thoughts trailed further.

“-okay…?”

“Huh?” You mumbled, glancing back towards Engen whilst trying to keep your eyes downfield.

“I asked, are you okay?” Ingrid repeated.

“Yes. Stop touching me.” You couldn’t help it, your tone biting and harsh. Immediately, Ingrid’s hands fell from your shoulders. Internally, you screamed for her touch again– it had been a very, very long time since you’d allowed yourself to be touched or held, and you supposed you were probably touch-starved at this point. Even still, you knew that you had no right to seek comfort in your ex-girlfriends’ current girlfriend, no matter how badly you yearned for it.

Maybe, once you moved from Real Madrid to Barcelona, you could get a cat. You’d heard that they could give good hugs.

Ingrid didn’t say anything, but throughout the match she kept her hands off of you. That is, until one of the last minutes in injury time. You’re surprised that you’re still in the match, given how badly your team is losing and that you’ve not done much for most of the match.

Ingrid had done well to silence any attempts or moves you’d made, and between the players in midfield and the center backs, you’d been muffled incredibly well throughout the match.

You knew that you had nothing left to lose by this point, and so as one of your midfielders received the ball, you called out for it and began your run.

The pass was gorgeous, rolling up through your feet and right in front of you. Indrid in front of you began to backpedal, twisting her hips so that she could gain enough momentum to keep up with your run while keeping her eyes on you.

You attempted to flick the ball ahead of her as you caught up to the Norwegian, just as Ingrid stuck out her foot. With the ball ahead of you, Ingrid clipped the side of your foot with her own instead, and you cried out in pain as you were sent sprawling once more.

It was a clear foul, and pain radiated throughout your ankle as you rolled onto your back. You didn’t think that it was too serious of an injury, but it still smarted and made its presence known. You didn’t expect for Ingrid to crouch down next to you, hand hovering over your shoulder as she went to pat your back but seemed to remember your earlier rudeness.

“Are you okay?” Ingrid asked, and you turned to glare at her.

“No, the fuck was that about, Engen. You could have broken my ankle.” Your words, like earlier, were harsh and immature. They were flat and scathing, meant to harm and dig deep into Ingrid’s chest.

A part of you hoped she’d fight back and give you a taste of her own scathing words as you’d been doing to her the entire game. Instead, she took a deep breath and shook her head.

“I certainly did not mean to do so, are you alright?” She asked again. Her words were calm and cool, just like her touch, serving almost like ice water to the flaming hot rage you felt.

You froze, before nodding slowly. You’d anticipated a verbal fight, had hoped for one, but Ingrid had given you nothing to work with. As you agreed, she held out her hand for you to take once again, and you stared at it for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your teammates making their ways over and your captain talking to the ref, attempting to appeal for what you figured was a yellow card or a penalty kick.

You hesitated, only for a moment. The girl in front of you was an anomaly and you couldn’t, for the life of you, understand her.

It was attractive. The way that she defended was attractive, and the way that she kept a calm and level head was doubly as attractive. You battled the thoughts away as soon as they arrived, but they were already in your mind, spreading through your thoughts like the plague as you reached out and took the girls’ hand, allowing her to pull you to your feet once more.

She filled your thoughts for the rest of the game, right up until the referee whistled three times to signal the end of the match. The Barcelona players went to celebrate while you trekked over to your own teammates.

Some of them gave you comments about how good you performed, which you were surprised about. You hadn’t done much for most of the match, but you supposed that you’d done well against defenders of Ingrid’s caliber and had given a few good attempts on goal.

You praised each of your teammates in turn as well, before someone had wrapped their arms around your middle and lifted you up from behind.

“Muy bien chica bonita!” You heard someone call out, and you were familiar with them and the way they held you and spoke. You giggled.

“Gracias Misa.” You said, waiting for her to plop you back down to the ground before giving her a quick fist bump. The girl looked you up and down, as though to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“You are ok?” Misa asked, voice rising towards the end of the statement to make it into a question. You nodded.

“Sí. Estoy bien.” You responded, nodding to affirm your own statement. Misa seemed satisfied for the moment, reaching out to pat your back before she was off to converse with more of your teammates. You knew that the nosy girl would be asking for details about what had been going on with you and Ingrid, but for now the girl would just have to wonder.

As you turned away from the Real Madrid goalkeeper, you were met with the sight of Mapi and Ingrid. The two were talking quietly with each other, and you were stunned by the image of them both together. Ingrid now wore a puffy Barcelona team jacket, reminding you of the fact that you were cold.

Mapi wore a pair of black trousers with a pair of casual tennis shoes and a white jacket. It was a simple outfit, but you couldn’t help but think the girl looked absolutely gorgeous. Your heart throbbed, unable to keep the thoughts of both girls out of your mind.

You were just about to turn your back on them, too, when Ingrid caught your eye and gestured with her hand for you to come over to them. You froze, hesitant to do as she was motioning for you to do, but slowly made your way over anyway.

Mapi looked at you curiously. Once upon a time, you would have been able to read her facial expressions like a book. Now, however, you were unable to tell what she was feeling. She appeared guarded, but her lips and eyes, which were normally so expressive, gave nothing away.

Unlike her partner, Ingrid smiled warmly at you. It was the kind of smile that you couldn’t help but smile back at, and Ingrid stuck her hand out for you to take and shake.

“Congratulations, you played really well.” You were the first to speak, directing your sentence towards Ingrid.

Ingrid nodded, “You played well too.”

“Thank you…” Your voice trailed off as you were at a loss for what to say. Your mind was at odds with itself, as a part of you wanted to ask how Mapi was doing, while another part wanted to intertwine your fingers with Ingrid’s and never let go. You were so confused and conflicted, your heart and mind working overtime as you struggled to figure out where to go from there.

Ingrid seemed to realize that you were struggling and made up for it.

“I’m excited to play with you and not against you!” She said, and you swallowed nervously, your smile tentative, now.

You’d nearly forgotten about that.

You were set to join Barcelona within the week, having played your last game with Real Madrid. You were sad to see it go, but you were beyond excited to join the team of your childhood dreams.

Even still, you were terrified of joining the team which housed your ex-girlfriend and her current relationship, and your eyes strayed from Ingrid to Mapi and back again at the thought.

“I’m excited too-” You said pathetically, and you were saved from saying any more as you heard someone from your own team call your name. You gestured awkwardly behind you, towards the voice, and began to walk backwards as you waved at the two. “I’ll see you later!”

You blushed as you turned away, mentally chastising yourself for the lame way you’d managed to say goodbye.

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Later that day, as you spent one of your last nights in the apartment you’d lived in for four years since joining Real Madrid, you couldn’t help but allow your thoughts to stray back to Ingrid and Mapi.

You wondered what they were doing– were they holding each other and watching a movie, like you and Mapi used to do after a match when you’d used to play together? Or, perhaps, they were out dancing with each other, celebrating the win against their rivals at a club somewhere.

A part of your mind fought to imagine the sight of the two grinding up against each other, and while you were quick to turn away from the thought, you could still imagine Ingrid’s large hand cupping Mapi’s hip and directing her movements as Ingrid whispered in her ear-

What was happening to you?

You swallowed nervously, sitting down on your couch. Your elbows sat propped on your knees as you gazed straight ahead at the wall,

You were, simply said, conflicted.

The way you had felt today had been a feeling that you’d buried a long time ago, one that had been reserved for Mapi and nobody else. However, the way Ingrid had looked at you and had talked at you, and the way she’d calmly patted you or helped you– the feelings had resurfaced.

You tried not to think about what that meant. You knew what it meant, and you knew that you couldn’t feel that way– not now and not ever.

If you wanted to succeed at Barcelona and to keep your heart safe, you had to bury these feelings once more.

And so you did– mentally, you threw those thoughts into a cage and locked them up tight. You promised yourself that you would stop feeling like this towards your ex-girlfriend and her current girlfriend. No matter what, you would stop.

It was a promise you made to yourself.

A promise that you knew you would break.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #mapi leon x reader #ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen x mapi leon #ingrid engen x mapi leon x reader #harper writes

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lili0writes · 2 years

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Please continue with the rest of the crew for the attractive S/O ask

Maine's crew with an attractive s/o

Note: Sorry for taking a lot of time to post! The requests are piling up! (I am happy people like my work that much!) I will be doing my best to finish them ASAP.

Part 1 Part 2

Characters: Lucy, Dorio, Falco

TW: mention of violence, harassment

Dorio

Dorio is chill, she won't rub it in anyone's face that the two of you are together, mostly because almost everyone knows that the two of you are together and they know not to mess around with either of you.

People know well to respect you. Whenever someone tries to get your number it's a person who's new around. People who know or know of Dorio know she will beat their asses if they harass you.

But if things get out of hand, she does intervene. She goes over to you, puts her arm over you and rather calmly explains that you are her's.

And if that doesn't work out she just gives the person bothering you a good ol' smack and that's that.

Afterwards she apologizes to you about the situation, even though she knows it's not her fault.

Lucy

Lucy is jealous and territorial. In her own way of course.

She makes it obvious to not cross her or you. Friend or not she doesn't care. She will have her way one way or another.

She isn't one to just announce that you're together either. People like Maine, Dorio, Kiwi know that, but others? Not so much.

When someone starts flirting with you, she let's it play out. She let's you handle the situation however you want, but she does give the person a nasty glare.

When things take a turn for the worst, and the person gets desperate, where they are pressuring you to give them your number, she's getting pretty pissed.

She usually just brain fries them and they fuck off, but when she gets mad enough she does make an open threat towards the person out of line.

After it's over she let's you be. But she does pay extra close attention to who gets close to you.

Falco

Falco doesn't really leave your side for these situations to happen often. But when they happen, they happen when you get a drink, go to the restroom, etc.

He always has an arm around you, just out of habit. So people usually notice that you two are together, if they don't know you.

When these incidents do happen, he doesn't immediately interfere, but when he sees you getting uncomfortable, he does come to your aid.

He explains to the person that you are with him, and that they need to back off because you're uncomfortable, but a bit more politely.

When that doesn't work, he doesn't threaten them openly, but he does make it clear that they need to leave you be. And that's usually it.

Afterwards he makes you as comfortable as he possibly can.

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mapiforpresident · 2 months

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Potato Prank

Alexia x reader (blurb)

warnings: none

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“Oni, catch” you shouted as you jumped on her back.

“Get off me, idiota,” she laughed at you.

“I’m good.”

She shrugged, then grabbed onto your legs, holding you up as you leaned around and kissed her cheek.

“Hey, get off my girlfriend, you have your own,” Lucy said, walking over with a pout and trying to playfully push you off.

“Don’t be salty just because your girlfriend loves me more,” you told her as you stuck your tongue out at her. “Besides, my girlfriend is annoyed with me right now anyway, and I’m trying to hide from her.”

“What did you do this time?”

“I replaced her bar of soap this morning with a raw potato. It was absolutely hilarious, but now she wants me to run laps.”

“It was not that hilarious, y/n. You’re going to be laughing about your prank tonight from the couch.”

“Oh hi Ale, mi amor, I love you so much. I didn’t see you walk over here.”

“I am not getting in the middle of this,” Ona said, dropping you in front of her captain and going over to continue staring at her own girlfriend with her lovesick puppy eyes.

“Coward,” you shouted after her.

Alexia was glaring at you with her eyes narrowed.

“I’m really sorry, amor. It was just a harmless prank. Mapi saw it on TikTok and sent it to me, telling me to try it out on you, and if I did it successfully, she was going to buy me that new Xbox game I want,” you rushed out, trying to get your girlfriend to forgive you.

“You’re telling the truth, bebé?” She asked. You nodded your head.

“Okay, I forgive you, amor. Just don’t do it again,” she said, smiling again. She leaned down and pulled you into a quick kiss, knowing the two of you were still in front of your teammates.

“MARÍA PILAR LEÓN CEBRIÁN!” Alexia shouted after she released you from the hug. You started laughing as Mapi realized she had nowhere to run and instead hid behind Ingrid as Alexia stomped over towards her, looking ready to kill her.

#woso #woso x reader #fcb femení #mapi leon #fcb femení x reader #alexia putellas one shot #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas #fc barcelona #fc barcelona femeni #ona batlle #lucy bronze

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aniitachang · 2 years

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My oc Caliya in AU where Piler didn't actually get shot in head but "nearly" get shot in head instead

and she accidentally let her suppress feelings slip out.:)

MORE EDGERUNNERS CALIYA YAAA

(nobody is creating Piler x reader content or even fanart to quench my thirst for this man so I'm just going to do it myself (ヽ´ω`))

(but even though I can draw, I'm still a horrible storyteller somebody plz help me)

(too much imagination, shitty delivering skill)

(drawing sketch in fun tho)

#caliya #edgerunners #edgerunners fanart #myoc #pilar #pilar x reader #reader #cyberpunk fanart #cyberpunk edgerunners #cyberpunk 2077

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pelova4president · 3 months

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All eyes on you II

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Fridolina Rölfo x Reader

All eyes on you I

summary~ After making their intentions very clear they take control.

!warnings! 18+ smut, dirty talk, making out, masturbation, oral, fingering, praising/degrading, strap-on use, blowjob, orgasm denial, thigh riding

The thought of them planning this out, wanting you like that drove you crazy. With you still between Frido's thighs, Mapi made her way towards you. She made a show of leaning over you to take the blonde behind you in for a kiss. You looked up, trying to see the passionate interaction between the two of them. But Ingrid wouldn't let you, taking your face into her hands and kissing you just as passionate.

Mapi took that moment to slide your panties aside. Spitting on her fingers she rubbed at your clit. You moaned into Ingrid's mouth, giving her easy access to slide her tongue in. She took total control over the kiss, like she'd been doing all night.

Ingrid left your lips swollen. With Ingrid next to you Mapi kissed up your legs, kissing your inner thighs and slowly moving up your pussy. The Spaniard began licking your pussy in slow motions, not wanting to give you satisfaction yet. Both of Frido's hands cup your tits, groping them gently with her palms. Her fingers tug at your nipples, pulling out a string of breathy moans from you. "That's it, make some pretty noises for us." the blonde whispers in your ear.

The defender in front of you began circling your clit. Putting just enough pressure to receive pleasure from it, but not enough to really get anything from it. “Mapi, need more. Give me more.” you moaned out, tired from all the teasing. You just wanted something. “You think you’re the one making calls here? I’ll give you what i want and you’ll take it or you can forget the idea of an orgasm at all.” the replied sternly. Mapi may not be the hardest dom in the room but she still had control over you.

After what felt like forever, she finally pushed a finger inside you. Fucking you slowly, she pushed another one in without a warning, stretching your hole out. And while you're being ruined by Maria Frido's whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "You're so pretty. You're doing amazing sweet girl." she kisses you behind your ear.

Almost reaching your peak you try to let the woman between your legs know. "Mapi fuck- 'm gonna cum." you moan out, your head falling onto Frido's shoulder behind you. But before you could let loose Mapi's fingers disappeared. With a frown you looked down. "Why'd you do that?" you asked her. Her face was soaked in your arousal, "You don't deserve it just yet." she grinned.

Frido stood up from behind you, placing you down next to Ingrid who was looking at you with hungry eyes. Her green eyes were filled with lust, the green being replaced by her dilated pupils.

Frido returned with two strap-ons, a blue one and a bigger red one. Mapi took finally took your dress off, taking your naked body. All three of the women in front of you were fully dressed, feeling so exposed you tried to cover up. "Why are you covering up?" Ingrid asked you confused, her brows knitted together. She looked around, seeing what bothered you.

"Quítate la ropa y no es sólo ella la que está desnuda" the dark haired woman spoke. You didn't exactly get what she said but you assumed it was something along the lines of 'take your clothes off' since they started stripping for you.

Ingrid was wearing a pink lingerie set, the colour complimenting her dark hair and light eyes. And while Frido was taking her clothes off, revealing a blue set, the colour of her eyes, Ingrid undressed the other woman. Mapi wore a simple black thong and lace bra. They were absolutely stunning. "Better now baby?" Frido smirked cockily, securing the strap-on around her hips.

With wide eyes you looked at her, how could she be so fucking hot. "Aw, looks like someone can't use their words, cute. But i think we can make that mouth a bit more useful hm?" You don't have time to respond. Maria's finger intrudes your mouth and she presses down on your tongue. "Suck" she commands, so that's what you did.

In the corner of your eyes you could see the Scandinavian women whisper something to each other. They saw you look and they smirked. "Get her mouth nice and ready for my dick Maria" Frido walked over. She stands in front of you, the silicon dick before you. "Go on, you thought you were the only one receiving pleasure tonight? Suck me off." she bluntly says.

Following her commands you begin taking the tip in your mouth. Slowly taking more in your mouth, on your pace. That was until Frido decided it wasn't enough. "I know you can suck dick better than that." she grunts. You're taken aback by her rough movement bringing her hips forward, forcing you to take the whole length at once, without warning. Trying to keep your breaths steady your open your throat up as much as you could. The tears prick in the corners of your eyes.

"You're doing good, so perfect." Maria sucks your pulse point after saying this, marking sure to leave a mark for everyone to see, "So fucking good for us". Maria was fucking herself next to you, her breaths getting more erratic by the second. Frido was close too, her hips were no longer pushing roughly into your mouth, now her movements were longs and deep.

"Joder- Fuck…" Maria cursed reaching her orgasm. "Jesus, gonna come in this slutty mouth of yours-" Frido groaned, her hips stuttering. Riding her orgasm out she took her dick out of your mouth. It was not that you saw Ingrid again. Mapi was wetting the red cock between her thighs.

"Are you gonna take all of this, pretty girl?" the Norwegian asked. "Yes please" you answered looking with glassy eyes. "So sweet, how can i see no to that face hm." you laid down on your back.

Ingrid teased your pussy, rubbing the tip against your clit. "Please Ingrid, i want you." you tried to convince her to stop the teasing. It worked, she pushed the tip inside, your mouth opening at the feeling of the stretch. Steadily, she moved the red dick further in. Her pounds were slow, almost like she wanted to tease you. "Come on Ingrid, the slut likes it rough." the blonde next to you said. Maria's head was thrown back, riding the girl's cock.

Ingrid started to get rougher. "Like this? Want me to treat you like a slut?" the sound of her hips coming in contact with the flesh of your ass. You bite your bottom lip hard to prevent a moan from escaping your lips as her mouth comes down to bite your neck. "Don't hold back those pretty noises for us." she licks the marks on your neck. You could feel that Ingrid was getting close too. "You're so fucking perfect, need more of you." The words tighten the knot in your belly. "Please please let me come. Need it." you begged once again. "Come for us" Ingrid said coming undone. With a scream of her name you reached your high.

The post orgasm haze was hitting you hard. Your sight was still blurry when Ingrid pulled out, offering you some water. Just when you thought you were done for the night, Frido offered you an offer you couldn't resist.

"Think you can take one more orgasm?" you nodded furiously, ready for another. "Yeah? If you really want one, you can you it yourself. Get off on Maria's thigh." she exchanged a glance with your teammates and gave you a smirk. "But," of course there had to be a catch. "if you don't get off before Ingrid does we get to fuck you whenever, however and how many times we want the whole of next week."

Mapi placed you on her thigh, one leg on each side of her thigh. But of course Ingrid didn't get the same treatment. Frido was giving her fucking head, while you had to do it all yourself. "Go on then, or can't you do it yourself now? We fucking ruined you for everyone eh? Including yourself." Mapi kissed up your shoulder.

You could hear Ingrid moan and the wet sounds of Frido's tongue on her pussy. It only made it harder for you. Grinding yourself down, you just couldn't find the right position. But when you finally did, it was heavenly. And now not only Ingrid was close but you were too. "I know you want to lose. Let her come first, amor." she was right, you did want to lose.

You held your orgasm off as long as you could and when you heard Ingrid reaching her peak you got the green light. Mapi guided you through your orgasm, leading your hips with her strong hands on your hips. "That's it, such a good girl." she praised you.

Tired from all the action you leaned forward, your head in the crook of her neck. The other two women got everything ready in the bedroom for you. "Gonna take you to bed now, okay." Mapi picked you up and walked you to their bedroom. Placing you on their soft mattress she cleaned you up. You felt the bed dip and all the women who ruined you just minutes ago laid down next to you.

Placing a kiss on your head Ingrid spoke, "Get some rest, you'll need it. We won, so this was just a tiny bit of what's to come." You hummed and snuggled into Frido who was already gone. "G' night, thank you" you mumbled before drifting off.

And eventually, they did get to show you their bedroom.

A/N definitely underestimated how hard it was to write an orgy but it's here. Thanks for reading :)

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Photo Shoot || alexia putellas x reader

alexia putellas x photographer!reader

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From the first moment your hands touched a camera lens, you immediately fell in love with it. You received your first camera on your 10th birthday and immediately went around and began taking pictures of your cake, your guest, and even the presents you had already opened. For you, taking pictures became more than a hobby, it became your safe space, your own little world. You loved being a photographer so much that you made a career out of it, becoming very renounced and sought after to take companies’ pictures. Your usual subjects consisted of models or brands, but one day you got a call to photograph something a bit different.

“Hello?” you said as you answered your phone, taking a slight break from the shoot you were currently working on.

“Hello! Is this Y/N?”

“This is her, yes.”

“Great! Listen, we have seen some of your work and would love to have you come shoot a few of our players for our upcoming football season.” The man on the phone says.

Thinking about it for a few seconds, as it was something you had never really done before, you said, “Okay, yeah I think that is something I could do, but just one question, who is this?”

“Oh I am so sorry, I never introduced myself. This is Jonatan and I am the coach here at FC Barcelona Femeni.” he quickly says.

After figuring out the small details about when and where, he eventually hangs up and you open instagram to see what exactly you were getting into. You decently knew football but never really paid deep attention. Upon doing a deep dive on their social media, one particular player stood out to you, Alexia Putellas.

She was not only incredibly talented, winning almost every award possible and taking the football world by storm, but she was also incredibly beautiful. Tanned, perfect skin with toned muscles and pink hair that complemented her eyes, she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous.

The next few weeks go by quickly and suddenly you were on your way to do the photoshoot. The plan was to shoot the girls at Camp Nou and doing a few single shots for each player in their full kit.

After entering the massive stadium, you were initially amazed at the architecture and the Barcelona memorabilia spread across. You were ushered towards the pitch and began unloading some of your equipment to began shooting.

Stood on the pitch and passing around the football, Mapi and Alexia noticed your arrival.

“Who is that and how do I get to know her on a personal level?” Mapi asks, mouth parted slightly, taking in your appearance.

Alexia was unaware you had arrived and looked over after Mapi had spoke, “I would assume the photographer for today, seeing as she has a massive camera and setting up a tripod.” Alexia eyes found yours. She noticed you were slightly shorter than her, dressed in a casual outfit that was slightly revealing on your upper torso, and hair in a low bun that showed off your defined neck and collarbone.

Mapi went to hit Alexia on the shoulder after her incredibly sarcastic comment but quickly noticed how Alexia was quite literally sent into a trance looking at you.

“Close your mouth Ale, you might catch a few stray flies.” Mapi claps back as she makes her way over to you.

Suddenly aware of the player approaching you, you look up to see Maria Pilar Leon, or at least you were pretty sure it was her after your social media stalking, reaching her hand out towards you.

“Hi, I am Mapi” she smiles.

“Hello, Y/N” you reply back and shake her hand. “I am almost ready to begin, I just need to change my lens real quick” you tell her.

You notice Alexia hiding behind Mapi, a sort of wave of nervousness over her. “I am Alexia” she says in a low voice, almost whispering.

“Y/N” you tell her, sending her a large smile, making Alexia’s cheeks turn a dark shade of red. She was even more beautiful in person than on instagram.

A few more of the Barcelona girls begin to make their way towards you guys, most also introducing themselves and falling into light conversations with each other.

Alexia stayed near you though, asking a few occasional questions, becoming more comfortable than when you first met the football star.

“How did you begin taking photos” she asks.

“I got a camera for my 10th birthday and I kind of fell in love with it. I love using my creativity to create beautiful photos. Seeing the final product after initially looking at it through the lens is really important to me. Finding beauty through photos” you explain to her. Loving how Alexia seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying.

“That is really cool Y/N” Alexia says. She can see the passion when you speak about photography. A small smile appearing on her face in the way your eyes dilate and your face lights up speaking about taking photos.

“Alright girls, I am finished setting up and ready to take photos” you say out but your words fall on deaf ears as most of the girls are all talking together.

“Everyone listen, time to take photos!” Alexia yells out to her team as she notices no one has listened to your request to begin. The girls get together and in their assigned positions in almost seconds.

“Thank you Alexia” you tell her as you send her a gracious smile.

Snapping a few team photos, adjusting a few of the girls occasionally to get the best shots. You need to change the angle of your tripod so you let the girls take a quick break.

“Saw you chatting it up to Y/N” Mapi teases Alexia.

“She is really sweet and passionate, and also incredibly gorgeous” Alexia replies.

“Are you going to make a move?” Mapi asks, hoping Alexia will say yes.

“I don’t even know anything about her Mapi, does she even like women?” Alexia quietly shouts back at her.

Finished changing the angle, you take a few more pictures and now move to individual shots. Having each girl come separately and snapping each one. Although the initial request to shoot the team was a bit out of your realm, the day had gone pretty smooth.

Mapi was up next but before you could begin taking her photos, she asked you, “Y/N do you have a boyfriend?”

Blindsided by the question to fall into a big of a coughing fit as your cheeks turn a dark shade of red. Alexia noticing almost immediately and grabs you a bottle of water and hand it to you. Taking a drink and calming down you say, “Oh I am not interested in men, but a girlfriend, no, I am single” you reply, laughing slightly. Sending Alexia a grin, “Thank you for the water Ale.” Alexia becoming as nervous as she was when you first met her returned the smile.

“Oh okay, was just wondering” Mapi laughs out.

Finishing her shots and a few more of the girls, it was finally Alexia’s turn, the last girl to go.

Behind the camera, Alexia’s beauty was portrayed through the lens. You get a bit caught up in the moment and just stare, mouth becoming a bit dry and the stadium becoming a bit hot.

“You look stunning Ale” you tell her, turning the camera around and showing her one of the photos. Alexia’s heartbeat increases as she hears you give her a nickname. Becoming tongue tied as instead of replying, she grabs your hand to take a closer look at the camera. Alexia’s hand on yours is warm, and you look into her eyes as she is staring at your camera. Noticing your closeness, she steps back and says, “Those look amazing Y/N. You really are a wizard with a camera.”

“You’re so sweet Alexia” you reply.

Since Alexia was the last person to go, you were completely finished and began packing up your belongings.

“Go make a move Alexia, seriously, you seem entirely entranced by her. I have never seen you so nervous to even be near.” Mapi says trying to convince Alexia.

“Mapi, she’s drop dead gorgeous, there is no way she doesn’t have so many woman pining over her. What if I’m not even her type.” Alexia replies, almost trying to convince herself that you wouldn’t want her so she wouldn’t get her heart broken.

Mapi pushes Alexia towards you, simply yelling, “Y/N”.

Looking up hearing your name being yelled and Alexia being pushed by Mapi towards you.

“Hey again, look… um… would you maybe want to get coffee sometime?” she asks, appearing incredibly nervous.

“I was hoping you would ask.” as find a scrap piece of paper, jotting down your number.

You send Alexia a quick wink and gather your things and exit.

Running back towards Mapi, Alexia yells, “I GOT HER NUMBER!!”

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casos ilícitos

Matías Recalt x f!Reader

Cap 5

E eu seria esperta em ir embora, mas você é areia movediça. Essa ladeira é traiçoeira, esse caminho é imprudente, e eu, eu, eu gosto.

Estamos no ponto de visto da leitora outra vez. E já deixo um spoiler que o próximo será da perspectiva do Matias de novo. Espero que gostem, e quero avisar que eu to amando receber os comentários e perguntas de vocês 😊🩷. Boa leitura 🫶

Avisos: Angst, linguagem Imprópria

Palavras: 8,1 k (vocês pediram agora aguentem 🙈)

Você entra no carro, em um estado de frenesi, completamente desnorteada e sentindo como se estivesse fora do próprio corpo. Você ainda não consegue raciocinar o que está acontecendo, ou o que acabou de acontecer, só sabe que tem que sair do mesmo lugar que o garoto se encontra o mais rápido possível.

Colocando o cinto de segurança da maneira mais patética que existe, com as mãos trêmulas e errando o fecho várias vezes no processo, sendo bem-sucedida somente na terceira tentativa, você olha ao redor a procura do garoto ou sinal de alguém por perto, e reza para que seu cunhado termine rápido de colocar as poucas compras no porta-malas, para poderem sair logo daqui. Ajustando o espelho retrovisor interno do veículo, para que se alinhe com o seu rosto, você acha melhor conferir se está tudo certo, já que no banheiro só conseguiu dar uma olhadinha rápida, e arregalando os olhos, agradece por tê-lo feito. O seu cabelo até que está razoável, mas os seus lábios ainda estão inchados e vermelhos, porém nem se compara a vermelhidão que se encontra o seu colo e pescoço. O garoto poderia ser bagunceiro e criativo quando queria, e você o deixou te pintar como uma tela pessoal. No momento é apenas a coloração que está aparente, mas sabe que logo as marcas começaram a se formar, em vários tamanhos e cores. Um lembrete para te recordar de que ele esteve ali, e do que fizeram juntos. Você se apressa para cobrir aquilo antes que alguém veja, e sua única opção no momento é tentar ocultar a área com o cabelo, e colocar a expressão mais neutra no rosto, esperando que Wagner não faça nenhuma pergunta ao entrar no veículo e te encontrar.

Assim que ele chega e se acomoda no banco do motorista, não diz nada e dá partida, e rapidamente vocês saem dali. Mas assim que se afastam um pouco, ele direciona o olhar para você e não deixa passar em branco:

- Você está toda corada, tá tudo bem? – Aparentemente o seu teatrinho não foi muito longe, mas tentando contornar a situação, diz que ficou um pouco alterada, pois teve uma discussão acalorada com o garoto.

- Por que vocês brigaram? – Pergunta preocupado, mas então abrindo um sorriso de lado, ele se dá conta. - Ah entendi. Aquele moleque quem era o seu namorado. – Conclui, como se tivesse desvendado um enigma complexo.

- Eu já disse, ele não é, e nunca foi o meu namorado. – Afirma incomodada. Ele não era seu ex, não era seu namorado, e gostaria que seu cunhado parasse de se dirigir a ele assim. Não precisa dar mais significância para algo do que de fato foi. Você tem que continuar afirmando isso a si mesma e diminuir a situação, pois quanto menor ela for, menos motivos você tem para ficar machucada ou magoada.

Mas não adianta brigar por causa disso agora. O rótulo que tinha na relação de vocês dois, ou no caso a falta dele, não era o seu maior problema, e sim a falta de confiança, comunicação e honestidade. Dane-se a forma como o seu coração doía querendo chamá-lo de namorado, chamá-lo de seu, ou algum apelido idiota que os casais usam, ele nunca seria esse pilar para você, então não adiante ficar pensando nisso.

Wagner retira o sorriso do rosto ao continuar, parecendo arrependido ao se lembrar de algo:

- Foi mal, acho que a parte da camisinha não caiu bem né? – te olha de canto- Mas foi sua culpa. – Declara o mais velho.

- Minha culpa? – Você rebate, mesmo não estando brava.

- Sim, você quem me provocou primeiro, eu só devolvi na mesma moeda. – Explica.

Você finge um olhar triste, cabisbaixo, como se estivesse relembrando a reação do garoto, e em como Wagner só te colocou em problemas, mas quando ele te olha preocupado, você não aguenta, e cai no riso. Ele não entende nada a princípio, mas depois vendo que você não se importou, ele se entrega a uma gargalhada junto com você, quebrando a tensão.

- Fica de boa. – Você o tranquiliza, limpando as lágrimas que se formaram no canto dos seus olhos devido a risada intensa.

- Mas ele ficou bravo? – Questiona, só para ter certeza de que não te prejudicou com o rapaz. - Se quiser, sei lá, eu posso falar com ele e esclarecer tudo. Não quero passar a ideia errada de você para seus amigos. – Diz receoso.

Você sabe o que ele está insinuando, e entende agora a imagem distorcida que Matías e os outros devem ter tido sua. Com um cara mais velho, comprando bebidas, e preservativos, mas sinceramente, não liga nenhum pouco. Até onde todos os garotos sabiam, você estava solteira – o que tecnicamente era verdade mesmo – só nutrindo uma paixão platônica pelo rapaz, então poderia sair com quem quisesse sem dar satisfações, talvez tenham estranhado que isso tenha acontecido logo depois do aparecimento da ex do dito cujo, mas enfim. Sabia também que Fran, o único que sabia de tudo, não te julgaria, sendo verdade ou não. E Matías, ele que se fodesse pelo que pensa ou deixa de pensar, isso já não é mais problema seu.

Este não é o caso, mas você poderia estar muito bem sim, transando por aí e afogando suas mágoas no primeiro corpo quente que encontrasse pra aquecer sua cama, mas não quer, e mesmo se quisesse, isso não dizia respeito a ele.

- Obrigado por defender a minha honra, Senhor – Você diz fazendo graça, e até mesmo uma mini reverência improvisada e debochada – Mas não será necessário, eu não devo satisfações a ele, e se quiser pensar algo de mim, o problema é dele.

Você se mexe desconfortavelmente no acento do carro. O mero mencionar do garoto já faz com que seu íntimo estremeça e se feche em torno de nada, sentindo falta dele e de seu corpo. Mesmo não querendo admitir, você acha que uma boa parte do seu mau humor ultimamente, se deva também a falta de sexo, além do coração partido. Não queria se render tão rápido e com tanta facilidade aos encantos dele como fez. Mas foi muito prazeroso, e você também estava com saudades.

Mas não sabe ainda por que ele insistiu em falar com você, se não queria ter nada sério. Honestamente, só deve ter ido atrás, pois pensou que você estava com outra pessoa. O típico cara que só dá valor quando perde. E você o deixou acreditando nisso, porque uma parte sua gostou que ele estivesse machucado, que estivesse na sua posição do restaurante, só para ver a quão boa é a sensação. E você não gosta dessa parte de si mesma. Por mais que tenha dito que não liga para o que ele pensa, você não quer ser a escrota da história e machucar alguém a custo de nada. É errado, sujo, e totalmente mesquinho. Não tem para que ficar jogando esses joguinhos psicológicos se você quer por um final em tudo.

Mas foi tão bom. Matias sempre foi um bom amante na cama, mas quando estava com raiva, se transformava em algo a mais. Sentia uma fome e necessidade de te repreender e te pôr em seu lugar. Te mostrar quem estava no controle da situação, e como poderia te reduzir a uma bagunça de gemidos se quisesse. E com muita vergonha, você se pergunta, se está com mais raiva por ter cedido, e ter inflado o ego dele, ou por terem tão pouco tempo e não poderem ter continuado. É ridículo como você já sabe a resposta para isso.

Mas tentando deixar o assunto de lado por enquanto, você liga o rádio e deixa tocando uma música aleatória, só para preencher o ambiente. Você não quer ficar pensando no garoto que te dedou em um banheiro a minutos atrás, enquanto está do lado de seu cunhado. Ainda tensa se encolhendo no banco, e sendo cautelosa para que ele não veja através de você, e descubra algo, ou que note os hematomas roxos começando a aparecer.

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O resto da sua tarde é bem tranquila e monótona, o que você aceita de bom grado depois da manhã movimentada. Como estava um dia quente, seria estranho colocar uma blusa de gola alta, então teve que pesar a mão na maquiagem, e esperar que ninguém suspeitasse. Assiste suas aulas, conversa com suas amigas, e depois vai para casa descansar. A vida parece tão cinza sem ele por perto. Era uma quietude que você pensou que gostaria depois de um tempo, mas não estava sendo o caso.

Já em sua cama, tarde da noite, você tenta miseravelmente cair no sono. Mas está sendo impossível. Se você estivesse sozinha em casa, provavelmente iria beber algo forte que pudesse te apagar rápido, mas não faria isso com a presença de sua irmã sob o mesmo teto. Ela iria surtar se descobrisse que você está se embebedando no meio da semana. E não queria arriscar chamar a atenção dela de maneira exagerada para você, foi um milagre que ela não tenha notado o seu pescoço quando chegou. Você não iria brincar com a sorte. Com um bufo irritado, você se vira no colchão e tenta encontrar uma posição mais confortável. Um sono balanceado nunca foi um problema para você, e quando era, Matías encontrava um jeito muito bom de te cansar, e te fazer dormir a noite toda. Mas agora, ele quem era o motivo de você não conseguir pregar os olhos. Os flashbacks dos dois naquele banheiro, te deixam excitada e frustrada. Não deixando que seu corpo relaxe o suficiente para sucumbir a um repouso merecido.

Decidindo que não consegue continuar assim, se levanta vai até a cozinha tomar um copo d’água, e tentar acalmar os ânimos. Mas não adianta muito. Sem outra escolha, começa a voltar para o quarto, silenciosamente, não querendo fazer barulho e acordar os outros.

Mas no meio do percurso, no corredor, escuta alguns sons abafados, e decide se aproximar para ver do que se tratava:

- Isso, continua – Vinha do quarto de sua irmã, e definitivamente era a voz dela – Isso, não para! – Exclama um pouco mais alto, e dessa vez o som é acompanhado com o ranger da cama, e a mesma batendo na parede.

Você dá um passo pra trás assustada ao perceber o que está acontecendo. Dá meia volta com nojo, e se esconde em seu quarto tentando esquecer o que acabou de ouvir. Pelo menos tiveram a decência de te esperarem dormir para começarem com suas atividades noturnas.

Mas isso só te traz ao seu problema inicial. O sexo nunca foi muito importante para você antes dele. Mas depois, se tornou algo essencial, contínuo, um desejo que precisava ser satisfeito a todo momento. Quando estava feliz, e queria comemorar, triste e queria esquecer, quando estava calma e queria algo mais preguiçoso, e quando estava com raiva. Principalmente com raiva. Querendo fazê-lo se submeter a você e vice-versa.

Recusava a tocar a si mesma, pois saberia quem iria vir a sua mente no momento, e não queria que ele fosse dono de mais essa parte de você. Então passa a noite quase em claro, adormecendo somente quando falta poucas horar para amanhecer.

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No dia seguinte, quando está na faculdade, você e os outros estudantes são recebidos com a notícia de que o último período seria vago, o que foi muito bom para vocês, mas muito ruim para o professor que teve que se ausentar, pois não estava se sentindo muito bem, e não pode comparecer. Você manda uma mensagem avisando a sua irmã, para que ela não venha te buscar no horário combinado, pois iria embora mais cedo, o que ela é bem rápida em responder. Depois da noite passada, você mal falou com ela essa manhã, ainda envergonhada por ter flagrado um momento tão íntimo. E para o seu horror e surpresa, ela diz que está indo agora te pegar, pois tem planos para a tarde das duas.

- Já sei o que podemos fazer hoje. - Diz com as mãos no volante dirigindo para só Deus sabe onde.

- O que? – Você rebate interessada.

- Compras! – Responde com um gritinho animado e erguendo os ombros.

Você tenta fazer o seu melhor para demonstrar excitação com esse plano, mas não sabe exatamente se consegue. Vocês fizeram compras no dia seguinte em que ela tinha chegado, passando o domingo inteiro no shopping, comendo, vendo um filme romântico clichê em cartaz, comprando besteiras, e encerrando o dia com boliche e comida de fast food. Foi legal ter um dia das garotas, mas era isso, um, e pra você já era mais do que o suficiente. A ideia de ter que passar o resto do dia carregando sacolas, ou experimentando roupas, tendo que tirar, colocar, e depois tirar de novo, não te atrai em nada.

Ainda no estacionamento você a tenta fazer mudar de ideia. Considerar alguma outra alternativa ou atividade que ambas gostem.

- A gente não pode fazer outra coisa? – Diz ainda no carro.

Ela se vira para trás esticando o braço, tentando alcançar sua bolsa no banco de traseiro.

- Como o que? - Pergunta, finalmente agarrando o acessório e conferindo se tem tudo o que precisa dentro.

- Ir pra casa, ver um filme, e pedir alguma coisa. – Você descreve sua noite ideal, o que te rende um olhar incrédulo e julgador em sua direção. Ela sai do veículo e te espera do lado de fora, o que com um grunhido você obedece e faz. Ela retoma o assunto então:

- Primeiro, já é tarde demais porque já paguei o cartão de estacionamento – Explica, e você não consegue evitar revirar os olhos com essa desculpa – E segundo, tenho que ver a roupa do casamento. – Conclui, fechando e acionando o alarme do carro, se dirigindo a entrada do lugar enorme e lotado, sem esperar que você a siga.

- Como assim roupa do casamento? – Questiona incrédula - A cerimônia é daqui um mês e você ainda não tem o seu vestido? – Você sente como se pudesse arrancar os cabelos agora.

Ela te encara, e parece magoada ao rebater:

- O meu vestido está pronto a meses, você é uma das madrinhas, e deveria saber disso. – Diz duramente.

Então tudo volta em um borrão. As chamadas de vídeo no ateliê, fotos infinitas de modelos e tipos de tecido, por Deus, você até tinha opinado no tipo de corte que teria melhor caimento no corpo dela. Como pode esquecer?

- Me desculpa, acabei me confundindo. – Fala arrependida, e se encolhendo.

Ela começa a dar passos apressados, ficando muito a sua frente, e você a segue prontamente. Quando se aproxima, ela recomeça:

- É o meu casamento, como você esquece da droga de vestido que eu vou usar? – Ela diz exaltada, claramente magoada e sem olhar em sua direção, te ignorando. Mas se recompondo, para de caminhar, e se vira para você – Às vezes sinto que você anda dispersa e não liga para mais nada. – Te acusa.

- O que? É claro que eu ligo. – Você se defende imediatamente – Eu só me atrapalhei um pouco pra lembrar do vestido, mas é claro que eu me importo.

Ela te olha, e pela primeira vez, sente como se ela estivesse realmente brava contigo:

- Você não tem estado presente para opinar em nada em relação ao casamento, seja decoração, comida ou até a droga dos guardanapos de mesa. – Ela aponta friamente - Eu e a mamãe quem decidimos a maioria dos detalhes. Eu tive que escolher o meu buquê com uma outra amiga minha que vai ser madrinha, sendo que é você quem é a obcecada por flores, e nem nisso você se dispôs a me ajudar. – Nessa parte, a voz dela vacila, e você se sente afundando no lugar. Não tinha notado que tinha negligenciado sua irmã tanto assim. Para ser franca, você se lembrava bem brevemente de uma discussão a respeito dos arranjos de flores nas mesas e decoração, mas não prestou atenção o bastante para recordar com clareza.

- Me desculpa, não tinha percebido que estava tão ausente. – Ela ignora suas palavras e decide continuar com o sermão, o qual você merece é claro:

- E sabe o que mais? Você também não fez a sua parte em outras coisas. To te pedindo o nome de algum acompanhante a semanas. Preciso saber, se vai levar alguém para encaixar os lugares, tanto na festa quanto nas fotos em família.

E aí quem está o problema. Você tem evitado pensar na cerimônia, pois não sabia quem iria levar, mas sabia quem queria levar. O que são coisas bem diferentes. Como convidar alguém que não demonstra o mínimo de interesse em ter algo sério e concreto com você para um casamento? Onde estariam presentes toda a sua família, amigos, e pessoas que te conhecem desde sempre. É simples, você não convida.

Fica um silencio desconfortável entre as duas. Você, sem saber o que dizer, e ela, medindo as palavras para debaterem o assunto.

- E não foi para mim que eu vim ver roupa. – Declara um minuto depois.

- Então pra quem? – Agora você está mais confusa ainda.

- Pra você. – Ela se dirige a escada rolante, indo para o próximo andar, e você vai atrás, ficando um degrau abaixo. – Eu te passei a paleta de cores a meses atrás, para que você pudesse comprar ou alugar algo que te agradasse. Mas desde que eu cheguei na tua casa, não tem uma peça de roupa na cor que eu havia falado. Você esqueceu não foi? – Ela te fita, olhando para baixo por trás do ombro.

- Foi – Mesmo já esperando essa resposta, ela fica ainda mais desapontada.

- É uma data importante sabia? Você além de ser madrinha, vai estar em todas as fotos da nossa família, não pode deixar para ver esse tipo de coisa no dia. – Te relembra. Vocês saem da plataforma giratória e começam a percorrer o local, repleto de lojas e pessoas.

- Eu já disse que sinto muito. – Está começando a ficar irritante agora. Você sabe que errou, mas já pediu desculpas. O que mais ela quer?

- Então demonstre! Eu tentei ser legal, mas sendo bem sincera – Ela se aproxima e te encara desafiadoramente - A gente não vai sair daqui hoje, enquanto não achar a droga de um vestido marsala, estamos conversadas? – Aponta o dedo no seu peito. Você se sente uma criança de novo, levando bronca por alguma travessura, e se segura para não arranjar uma briga no meio de todos.

- Sim. – Engole em seco, fechando os punhos e desviando o olhar.

- Ótimo! – E continua andando, como se não tivesse te destruído a apenas alguns segundos atrás.

Vocês visitam várias lojas, mas não encontram nada que agrade as duas de primeira. É muito estressante, e você começa a entender o nervosismo dela. Em um ateliê teriam que ver o aluguel ou comprar a roupa, o que sairia uma fortuna tão em cima da hora, isso considerando que tivesse algo disponível para alugar na mesma data e na cor exigida. O que seria difícil. Se fossem encomendar, teriam gastos semelhantes com mão de obra ou para fazer algum ajuste. A culpa começa a te corroer por dentro. Você quem deveria ajudá-la, não o contrário.

Eventualmente, acabam encontrando uma loja que chama a atenção das duas. É um espaço aconchegante e acolhedor. Bem iluminado e repleto de araras com vestidos de vários comprimentos, modelos e cores, adornando o ambiente. Assim que adentram, são recebidas por uma vendedora atenciosa e muito prestativa. Após alguns minutos de conversa, com sua irmã explicando, o que procuravam e queriam, a vendedora às guiam para uma sala de espera com o provador, e retorna depois com diversas opções para que você experimente.

- Eu estou me sentindo como um enfeite de Natal. – Diz com a primeira opção no corpo. Um vestido colado, cheio de brilho e decotado na frente.

Ela te avalia de cima a baixo:

- Um enfeite de Natal Sexy – Conclui.

Na segunda opção, é preciso que ela entre no provador, para te ajudar com a amarração nas costas. E você aproveita para se redimir:

- Me desculpa, eu não tenho sido eu mesma nos últimos meses. – Encontra o olhar dela através do espelho - Em vários aspectos. – Você diz, e ela sabe ao que se refere, ou a quem. - Mas vou ser mais presente agora, prometo! – Termina, esperando que ela acredite em suas palavras.

Ela suspira, e segurando firme em seus ombros, te aconselha:

- Eu sei que o primeiro amor pode ser animador e estimulante, mas não se perca por causa disso.

Suas bochechas queimam com essa afirmação. Como assim amor? Tudo bem, você admite que estava de cabeça para baixo pelo garoto, ficava encantada com a presença dele e admirava sua inteligência, humor ácido e em como ele te tratava na cama. Mas era só isso certo? Uma paixão boba, que iria passar eventualmente depois de algum tempo.

- Mas tudo bem, eu te desculpo – Te tira de seus pensamentos, te olhando afetuosamente – E que bom que você disse que seria mais presente – Surge um sorriso maléfico em seu rosto – Depois daqui iremos ver sapatos! – E com um pulinho animado ela começa a fastar as mãos, e se distanciar, mas no último segundo, com um olhar franzindo, ela volta com os dedos e os esfrega com força no seu pescoço, o que te arranca um chiado baixo. Você vê os dedos dela levemente mais claros por conta da maquiagem, e então entende o que aconteceu.

- Que merda é essa? – Diz com os dedos pintados e vendo o seu pescoço, que agora está mostrando um leve hematoma, o qual você tinha se empenhado tanto em cobrir. – Quer saber, você me conta depois, estamos com pressa agora – E se retira, te deixando confusa e com medo.

Ocasionalmente acabam escolhendo um vestido, que agrade as duas. É elegante, te caiu bem, não é tão chamativo, se adequa aos padrões e expectativas que a ocasião pede, e está em um valor acessível. Você agradece aos céus, quando a vendedora retorna com um par de saltos que combinam com a roupa escolhida, poupando tempo e esforço para você. Obviamente, ela fez isso pensando em sua comissão, mas ainda assim, te ajudou bastante.

Se despedem da moça, satisfeitas com a compra e com sorrisos no rosto. Seu alívio não dura muito, quando sua irmã se vira, e diz que precisam conversar. Se dirigem a uma praça de alimentação, e você começa a contar o que aconteceu. Em como devolveu as coisas dele, não mandou mensagem, e o encontrou na manhã passada enquanto estava com o noivo dela. Relata que o rapaz pediu para que conversassem e assim você o fez, não querendo causar uma comoção na hora, e que consequentemente, acabaram se beijando.

- Beijo? Você quer que eu acredite que está com chupão no pescoço por causa de um beijinho? – Diz debochada.

- Ok, a gente deu uns amassos no banheiro tá bom? Só isso – Afirma com o rosto queimando de vergonha, sabendo que é mentira – Não conta pro Wagner, não quero que ele saiba disso. – Pede meio embaraçada.

- Não contar o que? Que você foi dar uns pega no banheiro ou que voltou com o garoto?

Você ignora a provocação dela.

- Não é bem assim, e eu não voltei com ele, foi só um beijo. – Rebate.

- Não vou questionar o porquê não me disse, porque é obvio que você não queria ouvir sermão, mas é bom você estabelecer limites com ele, e logo – Observa - Não adianta devolver as coisas dele e o dar o que ele quer. - Acusa.

As palavras dela te machucam, com a insinuação que acabou de fazer. Você é amarga ao responder:

- E o que ele quer exatamente? Sexo? Uma rapidinha no banheiro? - Pergunta com desgosto.

- Não – Ela nega prontamente – Você. Isso é o que ele quer, você.

A afirmação dela em dizer que ele te queria, e não somente ao seu corpo, te conforta. Mas não tem como saber exatamente se é verdade, já que você e ele nunca exploraram mais do que isso um no outro.

- Bom, podemos ir embora se quiser, a menos que você queira comprar alguma coisa? – Ela diz, encerrando o assunto e pegando a bandeja, começando a descartar os restos de comida. Você se levanta também, e para a surpresa dela, concorda e diz que quer comprar sim algo.

- O que? - Ela questiona curiosa.

- Tampões de ouvido – Responde – Não quero mais ter que ouvir os gritos da noite passada vindo do seu quarto. – Explica ao descartar a comida também, e segue em direção a próxima loja. Agora, é ela quem fica envergonhada, e você dá um riso de satisfação com isso, enquanto caminham.

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Já em casa, você começa a refletir sobre o que sua irmã disse, em estabelecer limites com o garoto. Você deveria ser a madura da história e tentar resolver a situação com ele, mas se recusava a dar o primeiro passo e ceder, e estava mais uma vez desapontada pela falta de tentativa de comunicação pelo lado dele. Como ele poderia em um instante te proporcionar um momento desenfreado de paixão, e no outro simplesmente não dizer nada? Você quem o deu as costas e o deixou lá, mas o que ele queria que você fizesse? Ficasse enrolando, enquanto ele dizia que sentia sua falta para te convencer a voltar a mesma situação de merda que se encontravam antes? Ou para dizer que tinha voltado com a ex e essa seria a última vez? Ou até pior, para dizer que queria que você fosse sua amante e continuassem se vendo em segredo? De qualquer forma, você sabia que o que quer que ele fosse falar, não iria te agradar, então fugiu, como o garoto sempre faz, não ligando para o que ele pensou ou vai pensar.

Também não parava de pensar na possibilidade de amar ele, e isso te assustava, pois se fosse verdade, você não saberia o que fazer com esse sentimento. Ele não era parecido em nada com o que você queria ou procurava em um namorado. Ele não era educado, gentil, galante ou culto, muito pelo contrário, ele era sarcástico, teimoso, com um humor ácido e as vezes difícil de lidar. E mesmo assim, você se encantou por ele, e foi o bastante para o sentimento florescer e crescer cada vez mais dentro de seu peito.

Isso era tão patético! Provavelmente ele estava nos braços dela, enquanto você estava aqui se martirizando. Você tinha que mostrar a ele que não iria voltar com um simples estalar de dedo, tinha que demonstrar convicção e certeza, mas sabia que se ele aparecesse na sua porta, agora, e te prometesse tudo o que você queria, falasse todas as palavras certas, você se deixaria levar e se entregaria com o maior prazer do mundo. Você se olha no espelho do seu quarto, passando a mão pelo pescoço e admirando as marcas deixadas, a única conexão que tem com o garoto no momento. Seus olhos viajam para o guarda-roupa, onde se encontra o vestido recém comprado e os pares de sapatos. Você o pega e o traz em frente ao corpo, dessa vez querendo realmente ver como fica sua aparência, não avaliando se era bom o bastante ou adequado para a ocasião, e não consegue deixar de se perguntar, o que ele acharia. Te acharia bonita? Sexy? Te ajudaria a tirar do corpo após o casamento? Em um universo alternativo, onde você o convida e ele aceita de bom grado, e conhece toda a sua família e os encanta, assim como fez com você.

Mas isso é uma ilusão idiota, você nem sabe o porquê se deu ao trabalho de concordar com sua irmã, quando ela perguntou se você iria querer reservar o lugar de alguém como acompanhante. Mas já estava saindo com o Matias, e pensou que até a data já teriam se oficializado e poderiam ir juntos, que ingenuidade a sua.

Com um suspiro cansado e de derrota, decide se preparar para dormir e começa a guardar as coisas, devolvendo a roupa para o cabide com cuidado para não amassar o tecido. Enquanto faz isso, é notificada com o som do telefone, alertando que chegou uma nova mensagem. Olha ao redor a procura do aparelho e o avista em cima da cômoda com a tela virada para baixo. O pega sem prestar muita atenção, e se dirige para a cama, provavelmente deve ser alguma das meninas mandando mensagem no grupo, ou algo relacionado a faculdade. Mas assim que desbloqueia a tela inicial, agradece por ter se deitado e assim não ter como cair devido a surpresa:

- Precisamos conversar – Diz a mensagem que Matias acabou de enviar.

Seu coração dá um pulo, e os pequenos pontos pulando na tela, indicam que ele ainda está escrevendo alguma coisa, e você espera, mordendo os lábios em sinal de ansiedade.

- Posso ir te ver? – Pergunta o garoto.

NÃO! Você quer escrever em letras maiúsculas e mandar pra ele. Deve te achar muito idiota para acredita que você vai recebê-lo em sua casa tarde da noite, para “conversarem”.

- Não vou tentar nada. – Ele envia, parecendo ler os seus pensamentos.

E quando você pensa em dar ao garoto o benefício da dúvida, ele replica:

- A menos que você queira, é claro.

Arghh! Isso te faz entrar em uma nova onda de fúria. Como ele tem coragem de falar assim com você? Ficar brincando depois de tudo? Você não perde tempo em respondê-lo, e acabar com as expectativas dele:

- Você é ridículo, não quero nem olhar na tua cara.

Ele responde prontamente.

- Desculpa, vou parar. Mas precisamos conversar.

E realmente precisam. Você precisa de um fechamento para poder seguir em frente, e mesmo sabendo que talvez não goste da resposta, decide que você merece uma explicação pelo motivo dele ter agido como moleque em toda essa história. Se ele estiver disposto a ter uma conversa séria, ótimo, se não for o caso, pelo menos vai poder falar todas as coisas que ficaram entaladas na sua garganta todo esse tempo.

- Ok – Você responde, e antes que ele possa te enviar mais alguma coisa, você é mais rápida e envia antes – Amanhã de manhã, no café perto do Campus.

É claro que você não vai arriscar ter ele na sua casa ou ir à dele e acabarem na cama um do outro, então optou por um lugar público, mas se lembra envergonhada, que nem isso foi o suficiente para impedi-los da última vez.

- Combinado.

E com isso você acha que o assunto está encerrado. Mas se surpreende ao ver uma última mensagem.

- Boa noite.

E indo contra todos os seus desejos de ignorá-lo, ser rancorosa, e tratá-lo mal, você o responde:

- Boa noite.

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Você esteve em um estado de espírito completamente inquieto e perturbador a manhã inteira desde que acordou, sem saber muito bem o que esperar dessa conversa que iriam ter, e em como iria reagir quando o visse de novo.

Quando você se aproxima do local, examina o ambiente e surpreendentemente, ele já está te esperando. Sentado em uma mesa para dois, parecendo nervoso, e para seu descontentamento, bonito como sempre. Você até fantasia por um momento, que isso poderia ser um encontro. Que você estava indo passear com o garoto para se conhecerem melhor. Mas não é o caso. Uma das possibilidades que passou por você, do motivo dele ter te chamado, foi para se desculpar e te dar um fora, para contar que voltou com a ex, mas que não queria ter pontas soltas contigo. Mas não valia a pena se perguntar o que ele iria te dizer, a dúvida estava te matando, então era melhor acabar com isso de vez.

Com esse pensamento, você se aproxima da mesa, e ele como o cavalheiro que nunca foi, puxa a cadeira para que você se sente.

Assim que você se acomoda, uma garçonete chega, depositando uma xícara de café preto para o rapaz, e um prato com um doce na sua frente, você está prestes a falar que é um engano, que não pediu nada, mas ao notar que é o seu favorito, e olhar para Matias, ele te entrega tudo com o olhar:

- Você lembrou. – É a primeira coisa que diz a ele, assim que a garota se afasta.

- Sim. – Concorda, te lançando um sorriso contido.

Lembranças passam por você de todas as vezes em que estiveram aqui. Não era um lugar especial, mas era perto do Campus, e tinha o seu doce favorito, nada muito requintado, apenas uma fatia de cheesecake, que te fazia contente sempre que comia, então vinham aqui com certa frequência, mas nunca era um encontro, claro.

- Ok, então vamos conversar. – Você fala mudando o seu semblante, ficando séria, e o encarando, esperando que ele comece a dizer algo.

- Oi, como você tá? Estou bem também, obrigado. – Retruca debochado.

- Caso não tenha dado pra notar, eu estou brava com você, não vim aqui pra jogar conversa fora, então ou você fala algo que valha a pena, ou vou embora. – Ameaça.

Ele parece considerar se você está falando sério, e algo em seu olhar o faz desistir e concordar com o que disse. Ele se endireita na cadeira, e limpando a garganta, recomeça:

- Eu quero me desculpar – Você não diz nada, em um sinal claro para que ele prossiga – A noite no restaurante, foi injusto com você, sinto muito.

- Por que você fez aquilo? – Interroga ele.

- Eu, eu estava confuso, eu e a Malena nós... – Ele dá uma pausa, sem saber como continuar, e você fica aflita com o que vem a seguir. – Nós namoramos por dois anos, e terminamos cerca de um ano atrás... – Ele recapitula os fatos.

- Por que terminaram? – O interrompe, com a dúvida que sempre passava por sua cabeça. Um casal não termina um relacionamento de tanto tempo por nada. Quando os dois se viram no restaurante, ela ainda parecia claramente interessada, e após o comportamento dele, não poderia dizer que o mesmo estava ileso a presença dela, então o que houve realmente para que rompessem?

- Ela tinha conseguido uma bolsa pra desenvolver a tese dela no exterior – Diz, e começa a mexer o café, o revirando com a pequena colher que se encontrava na mesa, claramente desconfortável com o assunto - Eu quis continuar com o relacionamento, mesmo que fosse à distância, mas...ela não.

Um sentimento de choque e tristeza, passam por você. Primeiro, o fato deles não terem terminado por conta de alguma briga, desentendimento, discussão, ou a falta de carinho um pelo outro, e sim por conta do distanciamento. Segundo lugar, o cara por quem você estava louca, e que era averso a compromisso, quis tentar uma relação à distância? Isso parecia uma ideia tão absurda dele considerar, mas talvez essa parte, essa fração dele, esteja reservada apenas para ela, não para olhares forasteiros como o seu.

- Então terminaram porque ela foi embora? – Pergunta para confirmar, e odeia como suas palavras saem baixas, assim como o seu olhar e seus ombros se encolhendo, conforme se afunda na cadeira, tentando sumir.

- Sim, até pensamos em ter um relacionamento aberto, mas não era minha praia, então tomamos essa decisão mútua. – Ele solta um suspiro, e procura o seu olhar ao continuar – Eu não quero te machucar, não precisamos falar sobre isso. – Cessa o assunto, preocupado com sua reação.

- Não, eu quero saber – Ele te fita, ainda indeciso se deve prosseguir – Não quero ficar no escuro sobre isso. – Você justifica.

- Tudo bem – Acena com a cabeça, ainda duvidoso - A gente ainda se gostava, sabíamos que só era um momento ruim, e não queríamos acabar com tudo por causa de alguns meses separados, então... meio que fizemos um acordo um com o outro. – Nessa última frase, ele desvia o olhar e coça a nuca, em sinal de embaraço.

- Que acordo? – Você acha que pode estar hiperventilando agora.

Matías não quer falar, isso é obvio, ele olha para os lados, e solta uma expiração, conformado que não tem mais como evitar esse assunto.

- Ela poderia ficar com quem quisesse, e eu também. Se quando ela voltasse, ambos estivessem solteiros, aí voltaríamos, se não, continuaríamos amigos. – Conta por fim.

Você não sabe como reagir a essa nova informação. Isso só prova que ele nunca teve a intenção de te levar a sério, era só um escape enquanto a pessoa certa estava ausente. O que ele faria quando ela voltasse? Iria te descartar sem mais nem menos? Te jogar fora como um brinquedo quebrado?

- F-foi por isso que você não quis assumir nada, n- não é? Porque se ela voltasse e você estivesse namorando alguém, aí teria quebrado o acordo. – Gagueja ao pronunciar as palavras.

Ele engole em seco antes de responder:

- Sim.

Você sabia. Sabia, e ainda assim te machuca saber que estava certa. Você era só um passatempo, uma distração de quem realmente importava. Se sente suja, e usada, percebendo que os seus esforços, e paciência com ele, nunca te levariam a nada, pois desde o começo já estava fadado ao fracasso.

- Bom, acho que deu tudo certo no final então – Com a costa da mão, você limpa uma lágrima teimosa, que insistiu em aparecer, - Agora você pode ter sua garota de volta. - Constata.

- Eu quero você, por isso to aqui. – O rapaz diz, mas você mal presta atenção, ainda brava por sua confissão anterior.

- Não, você acabou de dizer, você estava esperando por ela, por isso que não me assumiu, eu devia ser só um prêmio de consolação pra você – As lágrimas, começam a querer vir a todo custo, e você se inclina sobre a mesa, trazendo as mãos ao rosto, se cobrindo e tentando controlar um soluço.

- Não, é claro que não, você nunca foi um prêmio de consolação, ou uma segunda opção, eu gosto de você, por isso to aqui, pode não ter começado como algo sério, assim como qualquer outro relacionamento, mas eu certamente me importo e tenho sentimentos por você. – Ele tenta se explicar.

- Você disse que quando ela voltasse, dependendo da situação, iriam reatar. Foi no dia do restaurante que ela voltou? Que você a convidou? – Questiona, ignorando as palavras anteriores dele. O mesmo só solta uma lamentação e prossegue:

- Ela já havia voltado alguns dias antes, só estava terminando de se instalar. Não mantivemos contato durante o término, mas quando ela chegou na cidade me enviou mensagem, me chamou pra sair e eu disse que já tinha planos, juro que não chamei ela, mas ela apareceu mesmo assim. Aquele dia, foi a primeira vez em que a vi pessoalmente depois do término. - Conclui ele.

- Se ela tivesse te perguntado aquele dia, pedindo pra reatar, vocês teriam voltado, não é? – Interroga em um tom de acusação.

- Eu já disse, estava confuso. Não tem como responder isso, eu disse pra ela para conversarmos em outro momento, longe de todos. – Relata o garoto.

- E longe de mim também, certo? – Sua voz é carregada de rancor.

- Sim, mas não como você está pensando. Eu não sabia o que fazer, estava desconcertado, tinha que falar com ela também e apaziguar a situação. - O mesmo argumenta.

- Tadinho de você, tendo que escolher qual garota levar pra cama dia sim, ou dia não. – Retruca com raiva e deboche.

Ele morde as bochechas, tentando se conter, e não dizer a coisa errada.

- Olha, eu admito que fiquei na dúvida, ok? Eu tenho um passado e história com ela, então fiquei balançado quando a vi depois de tanto tempo, mas eu to com você agora, eu quero você, sei que não acredita em mim, mas quero uma chance pra te mostrar que melhorei- Fala em um tom sério e decidido.

Você não sabe o que responder, mas não precisa, pois a conversa é interrompida, por um pequeno zumbido de notificação em seu celular, o qual você verifica imediatamente, querendo fugir da situação, e tem vontade de revirar os olhos ao ver que é apenas sua irmã te perguntando se poderia pegar uma bota emprestada.

- É aquele cara? Seu namorado? – Erguendo os olhos da tela, você nota como o garoto está com o semblante fechado, carrancudo e parecendo uma criança com birra. Mas ignora e responde sua irmã, dizendo que sim, e para ter cuidado.

- Ele não é meu namorado. – Diz irritada, já sabendo a quem ele está se referindo, e guardando o celular na bolsa, para não serem mais interrompidos.

- Um ficante então? – Questiona cruzando os braços e tensionando a mandíbula.

- Não que eu te deva satisfações, é claro – Você o encara, com a melhor feição de desgosto que consegue fazer e responde – Mas não, ele não é meu ficante, namorado, ou algo assim, ele é meu cunhado. – Explica por fim.

Ele parece confuso, franzindo o olhar, como se estivesse tentando se lembrar de algo.

- Eu não sabia que você tinha irmã – Ele diz.

- Eu sei, você nunca perguntou da minha família lembra? Isso não fazia parte da nossa “relação” – Você acusa. Sabe que é injusto trazer isso à tona agora, mas quer fazer com que ele reconheça que te tratou mal, e que você não merecia isso.

- Você está certa, me desculpe. – Diz com a cabeça abaixada em arrependimento.

Mas de repente, ele parece tentar conter um sorriso de surgir, aliviado ao saber que você não estava ficando com ninguém, mas isso rapidamente muda para nervosismo, remorso e até mesmo, pânico? talvez? Você realmente não o entende as vezes.

Depois de um momento de silencio, você quem decide o questionar:

- E você? Voltou com ela, ou ficou com alguém? – O receio e medo da resposta é bem perceptível em seu tom, e ele nota isso.

O rapaz paralisa, ficando com a cara pálida e baixando o olhar, parecendo culpado. E quando você está prestes a falar que vai ir embora, e pra ele não te procurar mais, ele se recompõe e diz com a maior convicção que você já viu:

- Não. – Sua voz não treme, ele não gagueja, e não dá nenhum sinal de que possa estar mentindo. Ainda assim, você não sabe o porquê, mas não se convence totalmente com a resposta dele. Mas se obriga a acreditar, pois o mero pensamento dele com ela, ou com outra pessoa, depois de como as coisas ficaram entre vocês, te machuca profundamente. Então empurra esse sentimento para o fundo do seu âmago e ignora os seus instintos. Ele percebendo sua relutância, continua:

- Por favor, a gente pode recomeçar, e eu vou fazer certo dessa vez. Vamos ter encontros, andar de mãos dadas, fazer o que você quiser, até flores se for a sua vontade, só me dá uma chance. – Os olhos dele são suplicantes agora.

- Eu não sei. Isso é muita informação Matías, você acabou de me dizer que não ficamos sérios por meses, porque estava se “guardando” pra ela, e do nada, depois de dias sem nos falarmos, você quer voltar? É meio difícil entender o seu raciocínio aqui. – Explica, para que ele entenda o seu ponto de vista.

Ele procura sua mão em cima da mesa, hesitante em segurá-la, mas você não se afasta e deixa com que ele entrelace seus dedos junto com os dele, unindo os dois. Ele te fita e continua:

- Eu sei que errei, mas quero consertar isso – Aperta sua mão suavemente, e acaricia sua palma com os dedos, te trazendo uma sensação gostosa com o calor emanando dele - Quero me comprometer e ser melhor pra você, só com você. Por favor. – Ele termina a frase, e indo contra tudo o que você espera, ele traz a sua mão até os lábios, deixando um beijo casto ali.

Que merda era essa? Ele nunca demonstrou afeto em público, e de repente, além de segurar em sua mão, ainda a beija? No meio de várias pessoas? Ele com certeza sabe como te fazer derreter, você fica sem palavras e corada com o gesto, estupefata e ao mesmo tempo se odiando por ser tão afetada por ele. Mas não era isso o que você queria o tempo todo? Que ele se desculpasse, e te prometesse o mundo? Então por que está sendo tão relutante em aceitar?

- Eu vou pensar sobre isso. Mas tenho condições. – Começa, se sentindo uma vitoriosa por sua voz não sair falha, e tentando controlar o rubor em sua face.

- Ok. – Ele diz, dando um último beijo em sua mão, e a largando. Você imediatamente sente falta do contato.

- Primeiro, e se você não concordar, já finalizamos por aqui. – Lança um olhar sério - Não quero que você mantenha contato com a Malena, você vai ficar comigo e somente comigo, não ligo pro acordo que vocês fizeram de continuarem a amizade. Não me importa se é sua ex, se tem uma história, ou o que for, ela acabou pra você entendeu? – Termina, cruzando os braços e arqueando a sobrancelha, e dane-se que você parece uma psicopata obsessiva.

- Tudo bem, eu concordo. – Responde prontamente.

Isso é estranho, ele está aceitando tudo muito fácil, você esperava um pouco mais de resistência da parte dele, não que você esteja reclamando, óbvio.

- E segundo, se me quiser de volta, vai ter que lutar por isso – Declara convicta, apontando um dedo em sua direção - Vamos no ritmo que eu quiser, ou seja, com calma, e vamos fazer certo desta vez. – Ele não parece entender o que você implicou, só inclinando a cabeça para o lado em confusão. Você revira os olhos e diz:

- Eu to querendo dizer: sem beijo, toque ou sexo. Você tem que me cortejar antes, se quiser chegar nisso.

A expressão dele cai, com certeza não esperando por essa exigência sua, e considerando a vida sexual dos dois antes do término, sabia que não seria fácil pra ele. Mas precisava disso, se ele te quisesse de verdade, e não somente o seu corpo, teria que te provar. Ele arruma o rosto e responde:

- Tudo bem – Diz convencido – Eu te conquistei uma vez, posso fazer de novo.

- Veremos. – Retruca em tom de desafio.

E com isso, um silencio se instala na mesa. De repente você se sente extremamente tímida, e sem saber como devem prosseguir a diante. Tem tantas coisas que ainda precisam ser ditas, esclarecidas, mas vocês vão se acertando pouco a pouco, ao menos é o que você espera.

- Você tá bonita. – Ele quebra o silêncio.

- Me bajular não vai te levar a lugar nenhum – Diz o alertando.

- Eu sei, mas ainda assim vou dizer. – Retruca, teimoso como sempre.

- Obrigado. – Agradece a contragosto.

- Me conta mais sobre sua irmã – Ele começa a se servir com mais café – Ela é mais velha?

Você é pega de surpresa com isso. Não acostumada com a demonstração de interesse dele em relação a sua vida pessoal, só quando envolvia estar entre suas pernas.

- Sim, ela é. – Confirma.

E antes que você se de conta, a situação não está mais tensa, com os dois tentando não pisar em ovos. Estão rindo, e conversando. Você pega o telefone e o mostra fotos de sua irmã, dela com seu cunhado, e dos três juntos. Até comenta do casamento, e ele se mostra realmente contente com os detalhes, provavelmente ainda aliviado de o homem não ser próximo de você, pelo menos não da maneira em que ele imaginava.

Você pergunta sobre os garotos, como eles estão, e pede para que o mesmo envie um abraço seu a todos, e se desculpe em seu nome por não terem conversado ultimamente. Você fica receosa em saber se eles estão chateados, ou ressentidos do seu comportamento, o que ele é rápido em negar, te tranquilizando, dizendo que eles entenderam a situação, e que apenas estão com saudades. Relata que contou ao grupo do envolvimento entre vocês, e que eles compreenderam. Mais uma vez te surpreendendo, em como ele está sendo transparente agora.

Ele é atencioso, e antes de irem embora, insiste para que você coma mais alguma coisa, sabendo como você é apaixonada pelas sobremesas de lá. Ele ri em como você abre um sorriso, e aponta animada para o doce, para que a garçonete o pegue. E em meio a isso, você não consegue parar de pensar, que se ele continuasse se comportando assim, você vai amar ele mesmo, e não vai se importar nenhum pouco com isso. Mas se está tudo tão bem, por que você ainda sente que tem algo errado?

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Espero que tenham gostado do capítulo, até o próximo 😚🩵

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Una noche compartida

(Enzo Vogrincic & Pipe Otaño x reader)

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tw: +18, diferencia de edad (no especificada), malas palabra.

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Tu relación con Enzo era lo que siempre habías soñado, él era y será tu chico ideal. Su apariencia tan suave hizo que te llevaras una sorpresa demasiado grande al inicio de su relación. Realmente te volvía loca la dualidad que poseía en el ámbito sexual, era un espectáculo gratificante de ver, podía ser el hombre más vanilla del mundo visualmente, pero estando caliente era irreconocible, le gustaba todo lo que tenía que ver con verte a ti a su completa merced, juego previo, palabras denigrantes durante el acto, hasta fetiches que te daba vergüenza mencionar, todo consensuado claramente. Algo que te gustaba mucho de él era su seguridad en sí mismo, jamás fue alguien celoso, sabe bien lo que vale y lo que merece.

Desde que estás con el uruguayo no podías apartar la mirada de él, y estabas bien con eso, para ti este era el "primer amor de tu vida" y él se encargaba de darte la mejor experiencia de eso. Pensabas que era casi imposible que alguien más acaparara tu atención, y esto fue así, hasta que conociste a Felipe. Un hombre encantador de ojos claros y cabello oscuro, sonrisa cautivadora y personalidad mucho más que coqueta. Desde que lo viste comenzaste a dudar de tus propios criterios, jamás habías sido alguien infiel, y entre tus planes no estaba serlo, simplemente te parecía atractivo, era atractivo.

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(semanas despues)

Para tu sorpresa, Felipe se había vuelto muy amigo de todo tu grupo, incluido En. Jamás cruzaron palabras estando solos, siempre fue el saludo cordial y uno que otro chiste cuando compartían tiempo juntos. Te gustaba su amistad así, era alguien muy simpático y casi siempre lograba sacarle una sonrisa a todo el grupo.

Estaban todos charlando en el comedor hasta que fuiste a la cocina por un vaso de gaseosa, no te percataste de ese alguien que seguía tus pasos de manera sigilosa hasta estar solos en el otro cuarto. Estando ya ahí, te diste cuenta de quién era; enseguida te ofreciste para servile algo de beber, y él sin decir palabra alguna negó con su cabeza.

El silencio que había entre ustedes dos era agobiante, ninguno decía nada pero mantenían contacto visual. Como veías que no tenía nada para decir, ibas a salir de la cocina, pero su oportuno agarre te detuvo.

Andy espera, nunca hemos tenido la oportunidad de hablar solos y siempre he deseado hacerlo. —Confesó el argentino sujetando de mi brazo suavemente.

Algo sorprendida por sus palabras y sin decir nada aceptaste esa pequeña invitación a conocerse más por lo que te sentaste con cuidado sobre la encimera.

Dale pipe, aprovechemos ahora entonces. —Dijiste tratando de sonar divertida.

Estuve conversando con Enzo, hace cuanto son pareja ustedes? tengo curiosidad —Enunció él soltando una suave carcajada.

Para ti era muy curioso, el argentino dice querer conocerte más y lo primero que hace es preguntarte sobre tu relación con Enzo. De igual forma, lo dejas pasar.

Pues somos pareja hace 9 meses, casi diez. —Le comentaste con voz dulce. Hablar de En no te molestaba en absoluto, al contrario, amabas hablar de su relación, después de todo él ha sido tu pilar durante estos meses, y haz aprendido bastante gracias al uruguayo.

¿A qué se debe tu curiosidad? Si puedo saber claramente. —Preguntaste con cierta intriga.

Pues me intrigaba el saber cuanto tiempo lleva Enzo con una mujer tan guapa y joven como vos. —Expresó mientras se acercaba lentamente a ti, quedando frente a frente, jamás evitó el contacto visual, es más, había algo en su mirada que te impedia despergarte ella, él apoyo sus manos sobre la encimera encerrandote en medio de estos.

Tenías los nervios de punta, esta cercanía tan repentina te tomó por sorpresa, más aun cuando sentías que te había coqueteado descaradamente. No podías alejarte, te era imposible. Su maravilloso aroma te había atrapado y su mirada penetrante recaía sobre ti, lo cual te intimidaba ligeramente y te impedía el habla.

No te hagas la loca, me has devorado con la mirada toda la noche, preciosa. —Dijo él con obviedad acercándose aún más a ti, estando a centímetros de tu rostro, podías sentir como su respiración tibia chocaba contra tus labios. Pero tú no eras tan fácil, y jamás le harías algo así a Enzo.

Discúlpame pipe, no puedo. —Apoyaste tus manos sobre sus hombros alejándolo rápidamente de ti. Enseguida saltaste de la encimera y caminaste hasta la sala para sentarte junto a tu novio. Felipe no tardo mucho en venir detrás de ti, sentándose justo enfrente mientras te miraba fijamente.

Enzo al instante notó que algo no andaba bien, estabas rara.

Acompáñame un segundo a la cocina, corazón. —Habló el uruguayo mientras se levantaba de su lugar buscando tu mano para guiarte nuevamente a ese lugar.

Desentendida lo seguiste tomando de su mano.

¿Qué pasó con Pipe? —Vocalizó el más alto mientras te miraba fijamente. ¿Fue tan evidente tu disgusto?

En, si te cuento lo que sucedió prometes no molestarte? —Enunciaste en tono bajito tratando de mantener la mirada firme. Él asintió esbozando esa sonrisa que te encantaba.

Felipe intentó besarme, y yo casi no puse resistencia. —Confesaste ante él, a pesar de que es algo de lo que no estabas orgullosa, querías ser sincera para evitar problemas a futuro.

Te juro que fue todo muy repentino, de la nada quizo hablar conmigo diciéndome que quiere conocer más y luego estaba ahí mismo donde estás parado queriendo romper el espacio entre nosotros. —Decías con algo de culpa.

Mira ese pendejito. Es obvio que te tiene ganas, nena. Te comía con la mirada y juraba que nadie se daba cuenta. —Comentó divertido.

Y lo entiendo perfectamente, a mí también me cuesta controlarme cuando te tengo cerca, parece que la única que no sabe lo buena que estás eres tú, amor. —Dijo posando una de sus manos sobre mi mejilla acariciándola levemente.

La cosa aquí es, vos también le tienes ganas, amor? —Preguntó con cierta emoción en sus palabras mientras se agachaba un poco para estar justo a tu altura. Su pregunta obviamente te sacó de onda, ¿a dónde quería llegar con ésto?

Nada que ver En, el único que me despierta ganas aquí, eres tú. —Le explicaste con obviedad mientras te pegabas más a él para abrazarlo.

¿Estas segura, amor? porque si queres garchartelo, hacelo, pero yo quiero mirarte. —Expresó él dejándote sin palabras. Claramente Enzo está algo pasado de copas, no está ebrio, pero siempre con un par de tragos se calienta hasta con el mínimo roce.

Decíme si querés hacerlo, yo lo converso con él, corazón. —Insistió.

No estoy segura de hacer eso, En... —La idea sí te llamaba, pero sentías que no era algo correcto, ni aunque él mismo te lo ofreciera. No negabas que el ojiazul sí te calentaba, es algo que habias imaginado en repetidas ocasiones, estando sobre él apoyando tus manos sobre su pecho mientras sentias como susurraba tu nombre en suaves quejidos. Pero siempre pensaste que se quedaría ahí como una simple fantasía.

Dale chiquita, te conozco lo suficiente como para no conocer tus fantasias más oscuras. —Expresó el más alto con voz profunda mientras te atraía hacia a él con uno de sus brazos.

Y no sabés lo mucho que me calentó la idea de verte cogiendo con otro mientras yo te miro. —Posando su mano cerca de tu nuca con un fuerte agarre; atrapó tus labios con los suyos y una apasionada danza entre estos comenzó, su lengua no perdió tiempo para explorar tu cavidad y el grotesco sonido que producían sus bocas chocando era algo que le generaba aún más placer. Su mano libre recorría tu cintura con fascinación, levantando un poco tu blusa para tener mejor acceso. Tu no perdías tiempo, mantenías una de tus manos por debajo de su camiseta y el frío contraste de tu manos con su tibia piel lo erizaba, mientras que con la otra, tímidamente la dirgiste hasta su entrepierna tocandolo suavemente por encima del jean.

Estaban tan hipnotizados el uno con el otro que habían olvidado donde estaban. Entraron en razón y la mejor decisión fue irse. Iban tan desesperados que el ascensor fue el mejor lugar para empezar. Enzo te acorraló contra la esquina apoyando tu espalda sobre el espejo, comenzó a besarte desesperadamente sin querer distanciarse ni un milímetro de ti, tus manos vagaban alrededor de su cuello enredando pequeños mechones de su cabello entre tus dedos, saboreando el exquisito sabor de su boca. Ese sabor amargo por el tabaco pero con suaves toques dulces por alcohol que había bebido. Este hombre realmente era tu perdición. Cuando las puertas del ascensor se abrieron, retomaron la compostura y caminaron normalmente tomados de la mano hasta llegar a tu puerta.

Cerrando la puerta detrás de ustedes, En se pegó a ti de nuevo, quitó tu chaqueta y tu blusa con mucha facilidad, dejándote en brasier; comenzó a desabotonar su camisa mientras caminaban sin cuidado hasta el sofá tirandote de espaldas sobre este. Te acomodaste sobre tus codos para disfrutar de la escena más erótica del mundo, ver como su torso ligeramente marcado quedaba desnudo ante ti era una de tus cosas favoritas en el mundo. Rápidamente se puso con cuidado sobre ti, y si había algo que a él le gustaba, era darte placer y hacerte sentir cosas que nunca antes habías experimentado. Besaba tu cuello con frenesí, dejando pequeñas marcas sobre esa blanquecina zona, adoraba tu sabor, tu olor, cada parte de ti para él era maravillosa. Sus besos mojados comenzaron a bajar por tu abdomen, llegando peligrosamente al borde de tu falda. Enzo cada vez carecía más de cordura, hasta que levantó sin cuidado tu falda, dejándote casi expuesta ante él. Sus dedos masajeaban tu zona por encima de la tela mojandote completamente, lo cual le encantaba.

Mira como estás por mi, toda mojadita. —Dijo observandote fijamente, adoraba lo rápido que te ponías colorada al escucharlo hablar así. Sus dígitos seguían recorriendo el camino sobre la tela mientras que se acercaba a la altura de tu boca para besarte y calmar tus jadeos.

Enzo... por favor... —Decías entre gemidos, recién estaban comenzando y él ya te tenía como quería.

Que boquita tan linda que tenes, mi amor. Úsala, decíme qué querés. —Dijo demandante.

Escucharlo hablarte de esa manera era algo que realmente te enloquecía. Verlo sobre ti, con su cabello ligeramente largo recayendo en sus mejillas algo coloradas era todo un deleite para tu vista. Estabas por contestarle una vulgaridad, pero fuiste interrumpida por un golpe en la puerta el cual te trajo devuelta a la tierra. Enzo esbozó una sonrisa bastante sospechosa y se separó de ti no sin antes besar dulcemente la comisura de tus labios; a paso rápido se dirigió a la puerta para abrirle a quien estuviera del otro lado. Esperabas que él se encargara de hacerle saber a cualquiera que estaba ocupado, pero al contrario, escuchaste como cerró la puerta dejando entrar a alguien más junto a ustedes. Estando aún más confundida cuando viste quién era, una mirada cómplice entre ellos los delató y algo en tu cabeza hizo clic.

no sé de dónde me saqué la fuerza de voluntad para escribir esto, pero en mi mente era una idea genial, y hay parte dos. 🤓

es mi primera vez escribiendo algo así. dont judge me. 🙏🏻

#enzo vogrincic #pipe otaño #la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #matias recalt #blas polidori #lsdln x reader #aaaaaa #esteban kukuriczka #x reader

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