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[sinsandsweetness]

CAMERA SHY

(Rick & Daryl x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content. extremely filthy smut. not even joking srsly. lots of sex, filming it, unprotected p in v, oral (r!giving), cream pies, fingering, so many pet names it’s kind of sickening, dirty talk, one use of ‘daddy’ cause I just couldn’t help myself, two cocks at once, light choking, cowgirl, little bit of ass play, and spitting. think that’s it <3

notes- thank you guys for all the love on ‘birthday boy’! I’m so glad that so many of you enjoyed it. I thought I’d do a sequel/part 2 for it, where the boys film your alone time. It does occur directly following, but It can be read independently if you want! 3.1K word count.

Please let me know what you think! xoxo

Daryl made his way over to the dresser, no shirt on, just some pyjama pants slung low on his hips. His back still glistening, with water droplets trailing down his muscles. All taut and tan. The sight alone made you shift positions. Moving to your knees so you could squeeze your legs together. How on earth were you still horny?

He ruffled around the drawers contents and pulled out a video camera. A hand held silver one with a flip screen. One of those ones that people would film their home movies on. Christmas mornings and dance parties. Road trips and first steps. Though you’re pretty sure you guys weren’t the only ones using it for something a little less tasteful.

You couldn’t help but look over at Rick while Daryl played around with the thing. Turning it on and checking the battery. Getting it all ready for the movie you were about to make. Rick was biting his smile back. Trying to suppress his excitement about the situation.

They’d talked about this before. How they wanted something for when they had to be away from you. For longer supply runs that left them both a little hot and bothered. Missing you, waiting patiently for them back at home. Thinking about you touching yourself in their clothes. In their bed. Moaning their names and missing them just as much. And it’s not like phones were a thing anymore. You couldn’t call or sext. They just had to wait til they got back to deal with it. To deal with you.

If you were honest, the thought of them filming it, was a little nerve racking. But you wanted your boys to be happy. To always have a part of you available for their needs.

So there you were, sitting on your knees on the edge of the bed, both men standing in front of you, smelling like Irish Spring and laundry detergent. Looking down at you with two sets of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. Ricks hand was on your jaw, his thumb rubbing your lip and sneaking it’s way between your teeth. Your eyes were on Daryl, tilting the lens down at you. The little red light intimidating you with its glow. You shifted a little, thighs squeezing together even more, with both your hands shoved in between them.

“What are you squirming for, baby? You gettin’ all shy on us now?” Rick asked, with a teasing tone. Your gaze shifted between them. Swallowing hard. Yes. You nodded a little.

“You’re gonna do great, sweetheart. Just do what you always do. You’re always so good for us,” Daryl’s own hand was making its way to the back of your head, fingers finding their way into your hair.

Their praise helped a little. At least gave you the courage to reach for their waistbands, pulling each of them down. You grabbed them both in your hands, already rock hard in your grip. Both of them kept smiling down at you, giving you a little nod to keep going. “Go on,” they motioned in unison.

So you did. You licked at Daryl’s shaft, getting him all wet with your tongue before moving over to Rick, and repeating the same process. Feeling their grips tighten on your hair and the hitch in their breaths was all you needed to step it up a notch. Being sure to look right at the camera, you wrapped your lips around Daryl’s cock and started to move your head back and forth. Sucking him off all sloppy and messy. Just the way he likes it. Blushing hard but forcing yourself to step out of your comfort zone. This was for them.

You could feel a pearl of Rick’s precum drip onto your hand as you jacked him off, so you decided to swap. A string of spit from Daryl’s tip was still connected to your lips as you started on Rick. Keeping your hand on the other man, being sure to give them equal attention. You never wanted one of them to feel left out. Not that they ever did. They both knew how much you worshipped them.

You kept swapping back and forth. Gagging every so often when one of them would push a little too hard on the back of your head. Spit started running down your chin, and little sounds escaped the back of your throat. The whole situation created a pool of wetness in your panties. Surely soaking through the fabric.

Rick took you by the hair, pulling you off of him with a ‘pop’.

“Feels real good, baby. You look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around us.” He started, thumb rubbing all lovingly against your cheek bone. “But I think we’d like to get these panties off and give the camera a good look at some of your other pretty parts.” Rick playfully shoved your shoulder. So you dropped back onto the cool comforter. Knees coming up and crossing your ankles in anticipation, waiting for whatever plans the two were silently deciding on.

“So fucking wet, Daryl. Look at her.” Rick said, hands parting your legs so they could settle in between them. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks at their words. Their amused little laughs.

“Soaking right through, isn’t she? Sucking us off turn you on, sweetie? Is that it?”

“Uhuh. So much.” You nodded, propping yourself up onto your elbows. Both men on the mattress in front of you were making themselves comfy. Hands started trailing up your legs and playing with your boy shorts. Tracing the wet spot as your hips bucked. You were just so ready for them. Cunt still puffy and aroused, and even a little sore from your first round. But so, so ready for another.

Daryl made sure to capture Ricks fingers, tracing the wet spot of the cotton, and rubbing circles against your clit. Over your underwear, teasing, poking and prodding. Pulling them to the side when you whimpered a little, and his index finger glided through your slick with ease.

“Always so wet for us. Such a pretty pussy. So fucking pretty.” Rick praised, mesmerized at your swollen cunt. Practically throbbing for their attention. You lifted your hips as Daryl dragged your panties down. Throwing them off to one side of the room. They spread your legs so wide that your muscles hurt. Inner thighs stretched out and knees hooked around either man. Pulling them closer to you and eachother. Not that they minded.

They played with your pussy for a while. Getting you all sorts of worked up. Both of their fingers inside of you, stretching you out and making you groan. Clutching at the comforter below. Rick spat right on your clit, and you just about came right then and there. Unbelievable turned on by their focus. They slowly worked away at you, curling their fingers inside you and rubbing at your sensitive nub with their thumbs, definitely showing off a little for the camera. Taking everything just a a little slower than normal. So that they would have the most footage possible. Capturing your moans and whimpers and the way you moved against them. Desperate for more.

“Please I just- I-” your hips bucked further on to their fingers, and you could see the little look they gave each other. All mischievous and lustful. “What is it sweetie? You wanna cum? Is that it?”

You nodded eagerly. But with your confession, both men’s hands withdrew. Causing the quietest whimper to leave your mouth.

“Ugh,”

“Don’t complain. We just want you to cum on our dicks, that’s all. Isn’t that something you want, princess?”

It was more than ok. In fact it was preferred.

“Wanna cum on your cock, please.” You whined, pulling at Rick’s tee shirt

He groaned. He didn’t mean to. It’s just what your words could do to him.

“You will, sweetheart. I promise.”

You did. And it would have been a lot sooner if it weren’t for the damn camera in Daryl’s hands.

They had you get on top of Rick, straddling him as he sat up against the head board. Daryl started getting creative with his angles, with the camera behind you as he played with your ass, all while you rode Rick’s cock. Bouncing up and down as you held onto his shoulders. Pressed nice and close to his chest. His hands trailed up your shirt, peeling it off so he could grope your breasts, pinching your nipples nice and hard. Eventually his fingers wrapped themselves around your throat and squeezed gently on the sides.

He was stimulating every part of you that he could think of. His tongue was in your mouth the whole time. You stayed moaning against his lips and grinding down against him. Desperately trying to achieve more friction against your clit. It was driving you both wild.

Daryl stayed filming the whole thing. His own hand grabbing at your ass, thumb prodding at your other hole. Threatening to split you open once again. You were shocked he wasn’t touching himself. That he wasn’t getting his own dick wet. That he could actually keep the camera focused, even with the sight in front of him. The pure temptation to join in must have been killing him. Leaking precum all over his plaid pyjamas. That thought made your hips stutter. Along with the fact you’d be riding for what felt like ever. Your legs were starting to wear out. Muscles becoming all heavy and forcing you to switch from a bounce to a grind. Rick noticed you tiring out and decided to start fucking you from below. Hands moving to grip your ass cheeks and help you bounce. An actual cry left your mouth and you both knew you were close.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, I’m- Rick I-” you babbled against wet lips. Trying to hold off as long as possible, but he just kept hitting that damn spot. The spot that made you physically convulse around him. When Daryl’s dick pressed against your ass and you felt his hand squeeze your waist, that was it. You snapped like a rubber band. Cumming all over Ricks lap, your head fell back against Daryl’s chest as your rode out your high. Your body starting to twitch from the intensity of the orgasm. A very shaky sigh left your mouth as you all stopped to a halt.

“Feel good?” Daryl asked, lips brushing your ear, camera over your shoulder and pointed at Rick. The grainy screen was displaying his pretty face, lips parted and wet. Eyes focused on you. The lens moved down to show your hands. The ones still gripping Rick shoulders, tight enough to leave marks. He smiled when he noticed.

“So good. You make me feel so good, daddy. Both of you. Both my-” you were catching your breath. Rambling in your post orgasmic daze and drunkenness. But they weren’t done. And you knew that before you even came. They wouldn’t be done for a while. Even with your pussy practically raw and begging for an ice pack. You should have been begging for a break, yet somehow you were still dripping with need.

“One more, baby, then we’ll get you some rest okay?” Daryl asked all sweet, hand trailing under your shirt to squeeze at your breast.

“Want you both...” You whimpered. Rick’s cock still stuffed inside you. Filling you up and making your walls twitch. Yeah, you weren’t done.

You tried to get up. Figuring that they’d want you in another position. Something to switch it up. But when you pushed on Rick’s chest and tried to lift, they held you down, keeping you on his lap.

“What are you tryna do?” Rick smirked at you, wrapping his hands around your ass and moving your body for you. Grinding yourself against him again. The sound of your wetness squelching and making you blush.

“Was gonna move, I thought-”

“I’m really enjoying this view. Aren’t you?” Rick said, leaning in for another kiss. He always loved eye contact. Loved seeing your expressions and feeling your moans while you kissed.

“Mhm.” You agreed against his mouth. There was really no sense arguing. Even though you’re quads were on fire and you could barely lift yourself off of him to continue riding.

Daryl moved to place the camera on the bedside table. So that the three of you were in the frame. When he came back behind you, hands on your hips as he started kissing down your neck, your shoulders and the top of your spine. All while Ricks hands rocked you against him, fucking into you nice and slow.

“You gonna let us fuck your tight little ass again sweetie? Or do you want to get that pretty pussy all stretched out?” Daryl asked.

You turned to try and look at him. A little shocked at the suggestion. There was no way that would fit. Right?

They both chuckled at your reaction. Daryl’s thumbs already pushing themselves in to your asshole. Stretching out the tight muscle.

“We can do that?” You asked. Never even having considered it. But it was definitely intriguing.

“We can. Might hurt a little though,” Daryl warned you, catching your lips as his fingers moved down even further. Using your excess wetness to push his index in your pussy. Still stuffed full of Rick. You gasped as he hooked his finger upward. Even Rick made a little sound. Surprised by his own dick being touched and your walls stretching even further.

“Wanna try…” you sighed. Trying your hardest to relax your muscles. To allow them to actually ruin you. Split you in half on both of their cocks. You couldn’t imagine a better pain.

“Ok baby, we’ll give it a try. Just tell us if you wanna stop, ok?”

“Go real slow Daryl. Let her get used to it.” Rick told the man.

“Let her get used to it. Or you?”

“Both. Seriously, just go slow. Don’t wanna break her.” You could feel Daryl suppressing a quiet laugh against your skin. Two fingers now moving inside of you, getting you ready for his cock.

“Alright, come down a little,” he retracted his touch and pulled you by your hips. Both you and Rick shifting downward so he could lay back. His head pressed against the pillow. He stayed inside of you as you leaned forward, opening yourself up for the man behind you. Kissing the side of Ricks mouth and up to his earlobe. Knowing exactly how much he loved that.

Daryl spat on your hole. Moving foreword and pressing his tip against you. Pushing ever so slowly as the two of them stretched you out.

It hurt. But you expected that.

“Breath, sweet girl. Gotta breath, ok?” Rick told you, hands wrapping around your ribs nice and tight, holding you up since your legs were completely useless. Daryl’s hands were on your hips. Pulling you down onto the two of you until he managed to actually fit himself inside. All of him. Him and Rick. Inside of you, together. It was hard to even believe. But you were so stretched out, there was no denying that it was possible.

“Oh god,” you mumbled at the realization. At the feeling of being so fucking full.

“Oh god.” Rick repeated with a grunt. It was even better then last round, you realized. At least for them. Having the added pressure of another cock, rubbing up against them both. That extra friction affecting you all.

“You two all good?” Daryl tried to confirm, his breaths a little laboured as well.

“Yes!” You squeaked, realizing that Daryl had started to move. Thrusting slowly into you.

“Y-Yes. “ Ricks eyes were rolled back. The two of you breathing hard. And the sight of him in so much pleasure made your walls tighten. Earning another groan from them both.

“Keep going. Keep fucking me, please.” You asked them politely. Your wetness was running down your inner thigh.

So they fucked you. Rick from below, and Daryl from behind. Completely abusing your pretty little hole.

Rick was in heaven. You could tell by his eyes. All glossed over with his lips parted, breathing impressively slow. He was trying to focus on not cumming so quick. Daryl’s hands gripped your hips real tight. Snapping his own right against your ass. Nails leaving little crescent moons in your skin. Whispering little praises in your ear.

“So fucking tight for us. Such a good girl, always taking us so well. Doing so well, baby. So, so, good.”

You’d never taken them both. Not like this. And having them both together, was intense. Hitting every single spot inside of you. Ones you didn’t even know about. Ones that made you cry out and call their names.

“Still ok, baby?” Daryl asked, becoming just a little concerned by the sounds pouring out of you.

“Gonna cum, Dare, gonna- oh, oh.” You could feel a tear slip onto your cheek. Wet and salty when it hit your lips. The pressure and the buildup catching up to you. Hurting so fucking good. Your core was all hot and tight and your head became fuzzy.

“Don’t stop,” you whined, burying yourself into Rick’s shoulder as your orgasm rippled through you. A burst of heat running down your thighs and up your stomach. Waves of pleasure pulsed through your core.

The two of them moaned your name and a couple other profanities. Honestly, you didn’t hear. A little too hazy to pay close attention. They each came inside of you. Their seed physically flooded out of you when Daryl finally pulled out. Very slowly and carefully, so it wouldn’t hurt you too bad. And Rick too. So gentle and caring. Both boys Immediately getting you to lay down between them. Your pussy was fucking aching. But you didn’t mind too much. They kissed you lots. All over. Asking you a million times if you were ok. If it was too much. If they wore you out too badly.

“Gonna have to give you some time to recover, huh?” Rick asked, coming back from the kitchen. An ice cold glass of water in his hand.

“You’re sure we didn’t hurt you too bad?” Daryl added. Rick picked a towel off the hook on the back of the door. Bringing them both over for you.

“I liked it.” You responded. Not fully answering their questions. You would definitely need a few days. At the bare minimum. Your cunt was swollen, and you could feel it. Rick handed you the water and you drank up. The coolness coating your throat. Gulping a few sips down and passing the rest to Daryl beside you.

“Gotta get you all cleaned up,” Rick started with the towel in between your legs, wiping up the pearly mixture that had coated your thighs.

“Again…” you joked, smiling up at him.

“Bath? Shower? Just the towel? What do you want?” He smiled back.

“Mmmm… bubble bath,” you bit your lip.

“Bubble bath?” Daryl asked from beside you, smoothing some of your hair down. Trying to tame the unruly mess.

“Mhm,”

“Only if we can watch.”

“You can film it for all I care,” you turned to catch his lips. Grinning against your mouth.

They sat down on the vanity stools and watched as you laid your head against the tub. Both of them smiling down at your cuteness. Soapy suds hiding your body under the water. Only the tops of your breasts threatening to breach the surface. The hot water and lavender bubble bath doing wonders for your sore muscles. You were sure they’d give you a massage after, if you asked all nicely.

Despite the undeniable toll on your body, you’d relive the night again in a heart beat. Having them split you open all over their cocks was always ideal. But seeing Rick’s face as you got double stuffed, was the cherry on top. Shuddering beneath you and cumming with an actual moan. Accompanied by Daryl’s stuttering hips and grunts of his own. Each of you fucking eachother into a mess of pure ecstasy.

Thank fucking god they got it all on camera.

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[nostalgicnarrator]

Over Hill and Under Mountain

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Word Count: 5,269

Parings: Thorn X Bilbo

Description:

Bilbo decides to follow Thorin’s example and decides to visit Erebor, but somehow the trip doesn’t go as planned and he’s going to be very, very late.

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

Mention of bodily Injury and description of injury, he is hurt, maybe blood, continue with caution and care.

Note:

Listen to me, I’m still trying to find my style when writing and I spent a really long time on this to make sure it was okay, if you see anything that might be confusing or something that is so horribly wrong don’t hesitate to tell me, I value criticism and wish to grow my writing ability. Also I kinda really struggled with the last bit but I think it’s okay-anyway, till next time.

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Bilbo sat at the edge of his garden, his pipe in hand. The smell of his sweet tobacco wrapped around him in ribbons as he blew smoke rings. Bilbo watched as faunts chased each other down the road towards the marketplace that was being prepared for the coming festival.

For as long as Bilbo could remember, each season Hobbits from all over the rolling hills of the shire would come far and wide to see the festivities of Hobbiton. His favorite festival has truly always been the summer festival.

If Bilbo closes his eyes, often he could remember the bright colors of the fireworks, the food and games he’d once enjoyed. That isn’t to say the autumn festival wasn’t lovely in its own ways.

Bilbo always remembered how the rolling hills took on shades of tan and brown. And how the farms begin to grow crops as colorful as the leaves that fell. The autumn festival was always so full of warmth and fun trinkets and full of rich food.

Bilbo hums to himself, pulling himself from the distant memories of his childhood. He watched from his bench as wheelbarrows were filled with squashes and other crops, and then wheeled off to the market stalls.

He closed his eyes as a burst of crisp air nipped at his nose. Bilbo loved the smells the festival would bring. He couldn’t ever forget the smells of pies and grand foods as they wafted through the air, warming anyone who caught a whiff.

Bilbo sighs softly ‘shame’ he thought to himself fluttering his eyes open once more, ‘Thorin would have loved the festival’. Bilbo hopped up and tapped out his pipe before heading inside, the sweetness of his tobacco following him as he went.

‘Thorin’s tobacco,’ he smiled to himself, ‘Always smelled earthy, and bitter then lemons…I never did like that cheaper stuff, but I suppose it matches him.’ Bilbo thought as he moved through his cozy home.

He could hardly stop himself as his thoughts kept turning to Thorin. The memory of the dwarf’s deep, gravelly laugh, the wrinkle in his cheeks, the twinkle in his piercing blue eyes. That last thought made Bilbo’s heart ache and twist in a strange way.

‘What a silly dwarf,’ Bilbo mused, ‘Coming all the way to the Shire just to see me.’ He shook his head, a fond smile finding his lips. ‘He’s so proud of his kingdom, I’ve never seen anyone so proud of something. Not even Hamfast, I wonder how things are in Erebor now’

Bilbo paused, looking out the window, he could see the trees, how their leaves began to turn yellow and fall as the wind shook them softly. ‘It’s been months since Thorin visited…Perhaps it’s time I returned the favor.’

The thought buzzed in his mind, like a fly in the ear, it grew stronger with each passing moment. Then he grinned like a fool. ‘visit Thorin, huh? I suppose It is about time I saw the Lonely Mountain with my own eyes.’ Bilbo thought as he quickly shuffled away picking up some parchment on his way to his writing desk.

A raven Thorin had sent to Bilbo sat not far from him, the bird ruffled though his feathers, cleaning them gently. “Hello, Hugin,” Bilbo greeted the young raven as he began to write rather quickly.

Thorin had gotten quite fed up with the amount of time Bilbo’s letters seem to take. So much so that on one particular night he found a raven tapping on his window with a note.

Bilbo had taken to taking care of this young raven, as Hugin more often stayed in the shire near Bilbo. It was his job after all to carry letters for the hobbit.

Thorin had written a quick note explaining to him how a Raven carried quicker than most other creatures, and Bilbo agreed with that, seeing as how mail carriers can take as long as they liked with such things.

By now the young raven had stopped his ruffling and hopped a bit closer, tilting his head to look at Bilbo. “Hello, Master Baggins. Are you writing to the Mountain King again?” Hugin asked and leaned forward curiously to watch Bilbo’s pin.

Bilbo nodded. “Yes, feel up for flying?” He asked, Bilbo ticked his tongue and scribbled something out.

“Always, Master Baggins!” Hugin flapped his wings in excitement and then tilted his head once more, “I am the quickest of the ravens! I’ll get there faster than the fastest of horses!” Hugin ruffled his feathers up and clicked, puffing up proudly.

Bilbo smiled, this raven often reminded him of Kíli. He has always been the one to immediately volunteer to do things. Kíli was never one to like being left out of things if he had any say in the matter.

‘Thorin never seemed to like that about his sister's youngest son.’ Bilbo couldn’t help the Sudden twist to his heart, it had only been a few months since Thorin’s visit, yet to Bilbo it felt like years yet again.

He looked down at his letter quickly, he sighed before a fond smile found his lips on again. ‘His parting for his journey back home was so, bittersweet…’ he thought as he finished his letter quickly, before waving it a little to dry, folding it up, and sealing it with a wax stamp.

“Well then” started the hobbit, after a seemingly long moment of silence. “you better get to flying. This needs to reach Thorin as fast as possible.” Bilbo held out the letter and looked to the raven as he finished speaking, his smile still tugging at his lips

“What’s it about?” asked the juvenile raven as he took the paper quickly.

“Nosy little bird, if you must know, I’m warning Thorin that I will be visiting very soon.” Bilbo said with a twinkle of mischief in his eye.

The young raven made a noise-one Bilbo had come to know as one of excitement-Hugin hardly waited another beat as he flew out of the window giving Bilbo barely enough time to open it.

Bilbo smiled excitedly and closed his window and sat down a moment silently ‘I truly hope Thorin won’t mind’ he hummed at his thought and began organizing his desk.

Once it was somewhat straight, he began to get up and straighten some more things around his smial ‘it is such short notice’ Bilbo made his way to the kitchen to make tea as he continued with his thoughts. ‘I hope he has time to prepare-‘

He paused, then his eyes widened, he gasped and put a hand to his head “wait, what am I doing I have to prepare!” He said out loud to no one, and just like that he was off.

He abandoned his tea pot as quickly as he had grabbed it and he found himself quite basically running around his burrow to pack. Bilbo knew that really, he should wait for Thorin to tell him that he got his letter, though Bilbo had a feeling his letter left little room for discussion on whether or not he was coming.

And before Bilbo realized anything he had on his blue coat he had gotten from the dwarfs, the cloak Thorin had given him draped over his shoulders held by a familiar clasp, and Sting strapped on his belt.

He remembers when Thorin gave it to him ‘he was so adamant that I take it’ Bilbo thought to himself as he put extra clothes in his pack. ‘Said he didn’t want me to get cold…’ he smiled a little more at that thought.

Thorin had walked Bilbo all the way back to the shire after they had settled after the battle for Erebor. Gandalf had offered to take him at first, seeing as Thorin was a little busy but when the king under the mountain heard Bilbo was heading home he had raced to catch the hobbit and offered to take him instead

Blibo found his cheeks warming up slightly and his face tugging his smile till it lit up his face. He pressed his hand to his cheek gently and sighs ‘Thorin is such a sweet friend’ Bilbo could feel his smile drop slightly at that thought.

Bilbo focused on the world around him once again, Bilbo blinked slightly in surprise as he found himself out of the rolling hills he calls home and on a shaggy pony already on his way to Bree. He smiled once again as he felt his excitement bubbling up within him.

After a few days of traveling Bilbo suddenly remembered why he had not visited sooner, Bilbo grumbled as he wiped his nose with his handkerchief. He never did like riding ponies; all the hair and dust did something foul to his allergies.

Bilbo huffed as he thought to himself. ‘Miserable, quite miserable. Oh, why did I think this a good idea?’ he thought dourly.

He huffed again. “I blame Thorin for this,” he muttered as he blew his nose. “Coming to see me in the Shire, bringing such fantastical stories.” He grumbled to no one but himself.

The Hobbit groaned and stared up at the sky, he couldn’t see much of it but what the trees allowed to filter through their leaves. It was getting a tad but cloudy. He huffed, if it rained, that would truly put the topping of this fowl afternoon.

He was beginning to miss his home, his warm hearth, his books and maps, his armchair- ‘it’s not too late’ Bilbo’s mind supplied to him, ‘you can go back tell Thorin you had changed your mind.’

But then his thoughts turned to Thorin once more, of his blue eyes, of his warm smiles, the ones he only reserved for those rare occasions, of his company, how Bilbo’s heart flips and skips every time he sees Thorin. And he shakes his head, chasing the thoughts away.

“Come now Bilbo” he chastised himself “you are a Baggins, of Bag End, you can do this, you have once before you can again!” He held his head a little higher as he spoke to himself.

But before he could do much more thinking or talking to himself, he sneezed, Bilbo groaned and wiped his nose once more, ‘I can not wait for when I stop sneezing’ he thought, ‘irritating business really’ he thought once more.

It seems the world was against him doing anything really, as his mind was interrupted by the sound of hooves behind him and he turned to face the noise. a beautiful white mare came to view and an awfully familiar gray clad wizard.

“Gandalf.” Bilbo greeted kindly, despite his foul mood and stuffy voice. Truly, that the moment he wanted to tell the wizard to kinda sod off, but alas, he was still a Baggins and manners seem to run in his blood-especially when it comes to the gray wizard.

“Bilbo Baggins,” Gandalf rumbled, “what in Middle-earth are you doing this far from the Shire?” Gandalf spurred his horse to pick up beside the Hobbit’s pony.

Bilbo hummed and smiled at the wizard. “I was about to ask you something similar, Gandalf. I am going to visit my dwarfs.”

“Your dwarfs?” Gandalf mused, raising a bushy brow, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “Are you now? Alone? Do you truly think that’s a good idea, my dear hobbit?”

Bilbo shrugged, trying to appear as if this wasn’t the least bit nerve-racking. “Thorin did it. I don’t see the issue.”

Gandalf chuckled softly,“Thorin is a well traveled warrior and a king. And while you’ve faced orcs, goblins, and a dragon, I dare say, you seem to struggle with dusty roads and grumpy ponies.” Gandalf said, his tone teasing and riddled with mischief.

Bilbo bristled slightly but kept his voice as polite as one can be to such an irritating wizard, “I’ve managed quite well on my own so far, thank you very much! I can handle this journey as well as anyone else!” Bilbo all but yelled in reply.

Bilbo could see as Gandalf’s smile softened a small amount into something bit more genuine, “Oh, I have no doubt about your capabilities, Bilbo Baggins” said Gandalf, his tone remaining as teasing as before. “But I wouldn’t want to miss out on the fun. Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t get into too much trouble.”

Bilbo opened his mouth to protest, but Gandalf interrupted, “And I’m sure Thorin wouldn’t mind if I tag along. In fact, he might insist upon it.” Gandalf said, sounding a tad more serious this time.

Seeing the glint in Gandalf’s eyes, Bilbo sighed, knowing good and well it was futile to argue. “Very well, if you insist.” Bilbo said.

Gandalf’s grin widened. “Oh, I do insist. Now, let’s be off before you change your mind and decide to return to the comforts of Bag End.”

Blibo widened his eyes and gave Gandalf a look then he turned away and huffed, ‘this will be a long journey indeed.’ He thought grumpily.

The days seemed to pass a tad bit faster than Bilbo thought and he had found himself not entirely upset over Gandalf’s presence.

Often during the night, when they would camp, the wizard would tell him stories of far-off lands and ancient times. other nights, often the more longer feeling ones, they would sit in comfortable silence, smoking their pipes, blowing smoke rings that would blend into the crisp night air.

The days came to Bilbo much faster than before, as they rode through lush valleys and over towering rocky hillsides. Sometimes Gandalf would point out places he thought the hobbit may find interesting and share snippets of history.

Bilbo began to suspect it was because Gandalf was trying to negate Bilbo firm complaining for the 70th time this trip, even then Bilbo couldn’t help but feel wonder as they rode

Bilbo had passed through these lands before, more than a year ago now. And it seemed to be the same dusty roads that stretched on for what felt like centuries. But, as Gandalf continued to talk about the landscape, it began to feel like so much more.

He began to ache a long time ago now, but whether it was from sitting on his pony to long or shiver the colder temperatures, he did not know.

As the cold settled across the lands he and Gandalf traveled, Bilbo couldn’t help but to worry about Hugin. And with how fast it felt the winter was approaching, he feared the worst. For not only Hugin but Gandalf and himself as well.

One could starve, or freeze in conditions like this. Then when the nights he’s longer, Bilbo would often find himself each evening, gazing up into the darkening sky, hoping to catch maybe a glimpse of Hugin even if it was pointless to do so.

“I hope Hugin is okay…and that Thorin received my letter,” Bilbo muttered, as they settled down to rest near the warmth of a fire. “It’s been a few days and Hugin should be there by now but I can’t stop thinking that maybe he isn’t, maybe he’s freezing somewhere…”

Gandalf looked at him over the rim of his pipe. “Ravens are resilient creatures. If anyone can make it through these conditions, it’s a raven.”

Bilbo nodded and relaxed at Gandalf’s words, ‘he’s right’ Bilbo thought, fishing his one pipe from his coat and lighting it ‘though he seems to be more often than not most days’ Bilbo thought with a huff.

On one particularly cold day, as they were making their way through dense forested trails, Gandalf suddenly slowed his horse to a halt and raised a hand to stop Bilbo. “What is it?” Bilbo whispered, feeling a slight worrisome unease creep into his stomach.

Gandalf’s eyes scanned the trees, before he spoke. “We’re being followed.” Gandalf said as he turned his head some more.

‘Being followed!?’ Bilbo gripped the reins of his pony tightly, ‘of course we are! Of course we’re being followed!because nothing can go right for long can it’ he thought to himself as he struggled to push his panic away.

Bilbo snapped his eyes to the tree line and whipped his head around trying to catch a peek of anything in the shadows of the forest. “B-By whom?” He asked, trying not to sound afraid

“Orcs,” Gandalf said quietly. “A small band, I believe. They’ve been tracking us for a few miles now.”

Bilbo’s hand instinctively went to Sting. “W-What do we do?” Bilbo asked worriedly as he looked at the wizard. “Gandalf!” Bilbo whines as Gandalf sat quietly for a moment too long in the hobbit’s opinion.

Gandalf’s eyes twinkled with a familiar spark of mischief, one Bilbo strangely found comforting. “We give them a surprise they won’t soon forget.” Gandalf said.

Suddenly, Gandalf spurred his horse forward, and Bilbo scrambled to follow not wanting to be left behind. They rode hard and fast, the trees blurring past them as they made their way off the path deeper into the forest.

Eventually, Gandalf seemed to find where he had wanted to take them, they stopped in a clearing, and Gandalf dismounted swiftly. “We make our stand here,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

Bilbo faltered slightly. “O-our stand- what- but, but Gandalf! I- what if-!“ Bilbo stuttered desperately trying to reason with the wizard.

“Bilbo Baggins,” thundered the wizard, “Where did all the courage go from all those days ago? Had you truly no faith?” Gandalf asked, the start of angrier lacing his words.

Blibo shrank a bit into his saddle as he was still sitting on his pony, “I-of course I do Gandalf!-” Bilbo said quickly.

“Then get off that pony my dear Bilbo, and draw your sword.” Gandalf said harsher then he probably meant to as he turned his attention back to the forest around them.

Bilbo’s eyes widened-he nodded quickly as he scrambled off his pony, drawing Sting and positioning himself beside Gandalf. They waited in tense silence, Bilbo twitched at every noise or sound.

Suddenly, the forest erupted from its silence to a more chaotic noise as the orcs burst into the clearing, their weapons gleaming in the diminishing light of the sun.

Gandalf raised his staff, a blinding flash of light emanating from its tip and sending the orcs into a more unorganized frenzy.

Bilbo moves on instinct as he lunges himself forward, his sword clashing glinting in the light as he strikes down the nearest orc.

The battle, if you can call 6 Orcs attacking such a thing, was over swiftly and soon the clearing was quiet once more. Bilbo looked around making sure it was safe.

Bilbo stood panting, his heart beating hard in his chest, it shook his hands as he still held Sting. When Gandalf patted Bilbo's shoulder gently he jumped and looked up at the wizard, a proud smile was on Gandalf’s face.

“Well done, Bilbo. You may have the spirit of a Took in you yet.” Said Gandalf jokingly before a much more soft smile found its way on the wizard’s face, “your mother would be proud.” Gandalf nearly whispered to the hobbit.

Bilbo grinned as pride settled in his stomach. He nods softly and let out a relieved chuckle, “I-thank you Gandalf, though I doubt she’d Like the idea of her sun running around fighting Orcs” Bilbo said softly

“Nonsense my dear hobbit!” Gandalf replied, a smile pulling on his face as his eyes twinkled with that knowing mischievous look, “she’d be quite proud. Now let’s get going before all light is lost, we do not want to lose the road.”

“R-right yes!” Bilbo said as he sheath Sting and quickly got on his pony before following Gandalf back to the path.

Gandalf looked down at Bilbo as he came to step beside Gandalf, the wizard chuckled and shook his head. “Fret not my dear boy” Gandalf chuckled in a teasing tone, “soon, we will soon find ourselves in much more hospitable surroundings.”

Then, no more than a day later, seemingly spurred on by those very words themselves, their luck seemed to turn against them as the weather worsened and rain began to fall.

It was a cold, unrelenting drizzle that soaked through their cloaks and made the roads slippery as the ground became mud. Bilbo huddled deeper into his cloak that Thorin gave him.

Even in the abysmal conditions he couldn’t help but think of Thorin, ‘He had begun to grow his beard back out again’ his mind supplied, seemingly looking for a distraction from the freezing cold rain that pelted him.

As his pony trudged on though the thick mud he began to wonder how long it had grown since the last time he had seen Thorin, ‘he truthfully looked quite dashing’ Bilbo thought as a bit of warmth found his face as he thought of his kingly dwarf. He was shook from his thoughts when his pony whinnied skittishly. She had slid in the mud.

He looked off the side of the path and at the sheer drop below him and then to Gandalf, even the wizard’s horse had been struggling in the mud. He opened his mouth to call for the wizard but before Bilbo could say a word to Gandalf, his pony suddenly reared back harshly, it threw Bilbo off.

The wind wiped in his ears as he tumbled down a steep hillside. Bilbo desperately tried to stop himself as he crashed into various things he couldn’t really make out.

His head hit harshly on a rock and he wasn’t really sure of anything else anymore except for pain that shot through him, a sharp, explosive agony that left him gasping desperately for air he couldn’t seem to catch as he rolled to a stop at the bottom of the hill.

He struggled to push himself up; his mind struggled sluggishly as pain radiating through him with each movement. When he tried to breathe, fresh waves of hurt coursed through him, worse than the last.

Bilbo was faintly aware of his legs shaking. When Gandalf’s voice called from him he tried to understand the words tumbling for the wizards mouth as he made his way to Bilbo

Bilbo squeezed his eyes shut as his vision tilted and his legs buckled under him, when he opened his eyes again his vision was swimming violently.

Bilbo blinked trying to clear his vision, ‘Thorin,’ Bilbo thought desperately as he clawed at the earth. ‘I’ll be late; I need to get up,’ his brain supplied to him, he let out a whine as panic gripped him.

He was going to be late? He didn’t want to be late, he wanted to be with Thorin- ‘maybe, maybe he could make the pain go away- make it better’ he thought to himself

Thorin always makes him feel better, always makes him feel happy. He liked feeling happy. He liked that Thorin makes him feel happy.

Bilbo faintly could make out Gandalf’s voice over all the thoughts crowding in his head. His vision blurred again as his heart beat pounded in his head making catching his breath so much harder.

Bilbo whined and closed his eyes, he let out a short sob as the pain riddled him. He didn’t want to be late. Thorin would be so sad if he was late.

He clawed at the mud beneath him, it began to feel slightly warm as he dug his hands into it, it squished between his fingers leaving a strange feeling between his fingers.

‘I can’t be late, can’t, Thorin,’ he thought desperately as he pushed himself harder to move. A sob wracked his body harshly as a hand took his arm and scooped him up.

Warmth wrapped around him as the hands pulled him close, Bilbo let a whine tumble from his mouth, he clutched onto the cloth his face was pushed against.

His mind was struggling as it began to foggy over, but each jostle and fresh waves of pain sobered his mind even only slightly. He felt like he needed to throw up as a headache pounded harder than before. Bilbo felt himself being moved onto something tall and the world around him was a blur.

Bilbo felt his mind give as he squeezed his eyes shut when the world around him moved dizzily, things began to feel fuzzy and distant, then all at once it stopped and he felt like he was floating.

The first thing Bilbo could remember after a long while of floating in only darkness was that he felt warm again. He cracked his eyes open dizzily, finding himself on something soft and warm.

He rolled his head to the side weakly, trying to make sense of anything. He could make out blurry figures moving around him and could hear noises and voices, foreign to him, he could almost recall one of the voices though, it felt familiar, it sounded familiar.

Bilbo felt someone touch his arm, and he let out a loud whine, before he weakly kicked his feet to try and get away from the unknown blob.

He couldn’t make sense of the sounds and voices around him. He pulled his arm away as a cold thin hand took it.

‘No’ he thought- or did he say that out loud, maybe he did as the blobs stopped trying to grab at him ‘Thorin, I want him, please’ a sob bubbled up in his throat.

He grasps at whatever was beneath his hands he whines again, he wanted Thorin, he wanted Thorin, Thorin would make all the pain disappear and maybe hold him till he felt better again.

Bilbo couldn’t stop the loud, hiccupping sob that pushed its way up his throat. Bilbo started shaking violently as his pain began to grow worse.

When Bilbo blinked his eyes open a familiar shape moved over him-Bilbo grabbed for them desperately, like a child would with a blanket.

The face of the person became much clearer, “Gandalf '' he heard himself cry out, he let out another sob but this one was laced in relief. “Get him-plea-ase g-get him!” Bilbo could hear himself beg as he gripped the wizard’s cloak.

“Bilbo, calm down, my boy. You are alright,” Gandalf said quietly. He pressed a hand to Bilbo’s head as he took the hobbit’s smaller hands in one of his.

“You’re hurt. You need help immediately,” Gandalf said. His voice was calm and soothing and Bilbo couldn’t help but to calm down, even if it was only a little bit.

He squeezed his eyes shut, Bilbo shook his head and sobbed, “Please, Gandalf… Thorin, please-please”

Gandalf’s voice sounded pleading as Bilbo felt him squeeze the hobbits hands gently, “Bilbo-” Gandalf tried to say before Bilbo interrupted him.

“Ple-please, Thorin, please! I need him-Gandalf, please!” Bilbo's voice shook and he opened his eyes and pleaded to the wizard.

Gandalf froze then his face fell into a serious look. “I will do what I can, Bilbo. I promise.”

And that was that. Bilbo couldn’t recall much after that, his memory either being too blurry or his eyes being too full of tears to really take anything in

Bilbo had no idea how long he was in that state of mind, drifting in and out of it like a leaf lost to the raging waters of a river.

On one particular occasion when he could, he could hardly make sense out of anything around him till Óin walked in quickly, Bilbo's mind lurched suddenly, sending a shot through him that mhm feel more awake then he had in a long time

Bilbo looked at Óin as the older Dwarf looked at him with enough clear worry that made Bilbo’s stomach turn knots and flip. Bilbo reached out to him.

Oin took his hand gently, “laddie, your going to be alright I’m here now, let get you patched up how's that sound?” His voice was quiet, like he was trying to offer comfort to the hobbit.

Bilbo hiccuped and tried to fight crying again and he reached up to hug Óin. Óin quickly scooped the hobbit into a hug.

“your alright lad, your alright…” Óin mumbled into his hair as he hugged the hobbit and for the first time in a long while Bilbo began to relax.

When Óin released Bilbo he immediately began to dart around the room gathering things or preparing others at a speed that was almost surprising to Bilbo.

Bilbo watched Óin work with amazement, and in a matter of minutes Óin was beginning to clean Bilbo up. Bilbo stopped Óin as the healer was cleaning him up. He needed to know.

Bilbo interrupted Óin as the dwarf began to open his mouth to ask what was wrong, “W-where's Thorin? D-did he get my-my letter?” Bilbo asked weakly as he let Óin go.

Oin made a face that told Bilbo he didn’t hear him, he repeated himself again a little louder when had Óin asked him to. 

“Aye lad,” Óin said as he nodded, he took a rag to Bilbo's head causing the hobbit to flinch and the dwarf to give him a look. “Thorin got your letter lad, don't worry” Óinsaid as he got back to cleaning the wound on Bilbo's head.

“When we got Gandalf’s letter. Thorin was worried, so he sent me ahead.” Óin tossed the rag into a bowl, he moved to dig through his bag pulling a needle and thread out and coming back over. “Came as fast as a pony would ride, even had some help from the mirkwood elves surprisingly enough”

“Wh-what are you going to do with that?” Bilbo asked shakily, Óin looked at him with a look one might give the village idiot.

“'What do you think I'm going to do lad?” Óin asked his voice laced with mirth, “You have a good gash across your head, I need to sew it up before it gets infected” Óin said as he threaded the needle.

Óin huffed and moved closer now before taking Bilbo’s head “It looks like they've just been wrapping it up, hmph, that's a good way to get an infection, and one is already trying to take hold” the dwarf huffed as he began to stitch up bilbo’s head. Bilbo flinched and whined as he did.

Óin continued stitching, his movements quick and efficient. Bilbo eventually stopped wincing and Óin finished his work. He then checked Bilbo's arm and the smaller injuries before bandaging him up.

“I think you'll be alright lad- though it seems you may have a small fever, but it should break in a day or two” Óin told him as he patted the hobbits arm comfortingly. Bilbo nodded at Óin’s words and began to relax,

“A-And when will the others be here…?” Bilbo asked him. Óin hummed in response.

“Not sure lad, not sure when they left after I scramble to come here.” Óin said he got up and began to pack and clean things back up. “Though they can’t be too far behind, maybe in a day or two.”

Bilbo nodded at that. Óin pointed at him and puffed his chest a bit as he glared at the hobbit- but Bilbo saw no real malice behind it. “You worry about getting some rest lad, I’ll wake you if they show up.”

Bilbo chuckles and nods softly; he had already started to feel a tad drowsy, so he doesn't have to wait far too much longer before he nodded off, with dreams of lonely mountains, distant places and of his friends.

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I’ve finally finished this second part, and I’m sorry it took so long to do but as I have said before unfortunately it’s not everything I wanted to write, I split it up for my own mental wellbeing. That means I’ll be making part three and if you like this and part one, then keep an eye out for three. Now to @ people, because for some unknown reason you people want to know when I’m being a heathen.

@bllbabaggins @m4yh4ps

[multyeverything]

Roomates are not boyfriend material .2

Autor: multyeverything

TW: Uso de insultos, insinuaciones a la violencia.

Rating: 16+

Sinopsis: La ira es uno de los sentimientos que los hombres no pueden controlar. Así como el amor cuando verdaderamente lo sientes. De esa manera estarán dispuestos a hacer lo que sea que tengan que hacer para recuperar a quien más aman. Así sea perder la dignidad o amigos en el camino.

AU: Romance / Roomates / Universidad

Emparejando: Lee Jeno X TN

Conteo: 3k palabras

Parte 1

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El golpeteo incesante en la puerta principal sobresale de entre el silencio previo. Un ritmo en aumento de fuerza hace que corra a abrir. Pienso que probablemente Linda esta afuera con las bolsas pesadas de compras o su material de arquitectura que carga día a día; con esta lluvia debe estarse empapando ahí fuera. Deshago los pestillos de seguridad y abro a toda amplitud.

- ¿Por qué tengo que pagar yo por la mierda de Jaehyun? -

Fue lo primero que dijo apenas y abrí la puerta. Delante se encontraba un muy afectado Jeno; ojos rojos e hinchados, pelo negro completamente enmarañado, nariz herida de tanto limpiarla, y sus labios con marcas de haber sido mordidos con fuerza.

No hace nada, solo solloza. Sus lágrimas se confunden con los chorros de lluvia que caen en su cabeza.

- Fui bueno, he sido el mejor de los chicos. Pensé en ti y lo que habrías querido aunque no me lo pidieras, no toqué un solo pelo de su cabeza. Te dejé ir y no te molesté porque dijiste que estaríamos bien. Pero tú... tú rompiste tu promesa TN. Han pasado semanas desde tu último mensaje. Prometiste que seríamos tu y yo un equipo, como siempre. Pero me viste la cara de tonto.-

Busco entre mil excusas que puedo decirle. Pero nada sale de mi. No hay nada en el repertorio que pueda justificar el incumplimiento de mi promesa a mi mejor amigo. Y la profundidad de su mirada no me permite pensar más allá de mis pies; tantas emociones son expresadas que abruman con cada segundo que corre el reloj.

- ¿Estás enojado? - cavo un poco más profundo mi propia tumba.

- ¿Qué? ¿Aparezco así de la nada con esta pinta y todavía lo preguntas? - sorbe su nariz por el resfriado que está cogiendo- Pues si, estoy furioso. Me hierve la sangre tan solo compartir espacio con Jaehyun. Ver su estúpida cara o como quiere pretender que nada pasa entre el y yo. Las invitaciones a salir o que vaya sin avisar a los entrenamientos. Como si fuésemos los de antes. He estado a nada de abalanzarme a él y golpearlo solo porque me sirve mi plato de comida. - miles de facciones moldean su rostro para denotar lo iracundo que esta. -Pero estoy aún más decepcionado... herido. -

Entonces no han charlado al respecto... Ni han solucionado nada al parecer...

Una decepción que no debería sentir a estas alturas me inunda. Inhabilita cualquier otro pensamiento que pudiera tener. Tras algunas semanas de contacto cero y mucha introspección, creí que cuando alguien lo mencionara o eventualmente lo viera en la universidad, sería más fácil lidiar con ello. Con suerte lo odiaría y sentiría nada más que repugnancia. Pero no, apenas y menciona su nombre me derrumbo mentalmente. Aún más sabiendo que intenta seguir con su rutina tal como si nada.

Efectivamente, tampoco supe nada de él o recibí un texto/llamada. No había profundizado el motivo del porqué. Di por sentado que había comprendido el mensaje cuando hubo la confrontación. Pero con lo que acabo de escuchar, pareciera que ni siquiera le tomó importancia. O no la que yo habría deseado.

- Sé que yo te hice lo mismo alguna vez. Y tal vez me merezca esto por mandar nuestra amistad al olvido por un tiempo. Pero... - empieza a llorar con mayor intensidad. Sin pensármelo dos veces, lo tomo de la mano y meto a la casa. Con evidente confusión, Jeno lo toma como una invitación a un abrazo. Por lo que se abalanza a mi mucho menor figura a estrujarme. - Pero yo te amo TN, te lo dije en serio. No puedo vivir una vida sin tu presencia... sin tu risa, tu olor, tus ojos, tu sonrisa, todo de ti. Es un maldito infierno no poder buscarte y aun más ni verte. No creas que no me he dado cuenta que no has ido a clases tampoco. Parece que huyes de mi por igual, ¿Qué he hecho? Te rogué que te quedaras conmigo. -

- No has hecho nada malo. No te confundas, es que ha sido un periodo de cambio para mi, cariño. - reacciona como si de un shock de electricidad se tratara, intenso y sin espera. Las ventanas de su alma, sus ojos, se iluminan en añoranza. Añoranza a la costumbre de nunca llamarlo por su nombre sino por apodos tiernos.

- Soy demasiado egoísta TN. Demasiado para dejarte ir y sanar. Porque temo que puedas enterrarme a mi junto a su recuerdo. Que para dejarlo atrás, tengas que dejarme a mi y nuestra historia. No tolero más. Te necesito, soy un dependiente de ti. Soy egoísta porque no quiero que hagas tu vida sin mi, así como yo no puedo hacerla sin ti. Quiero que me necesites tanto como yo a todo tu ser. -

- No digas eso, jamás te dejaría atrás... -

- ¡Pero es que lo estabas haciendo! - responde en un rugido

Por fin que ha soltado su agarre despiadado, logro separarnos. Tomo de sus manos para que no sienta la severidad de mi alejamiento.

- Perdóname. De corazón. Efectivamente no cumplí a mi promesa. Independiente a que te hayas alejado cuando estabas en tu relación, eso es punto y aparte. No pienses que es algún tipo de retribución. Tu no eras ni eres culpable de nada relacionado con Jaehyun, y por eso quiero disculparme por desquitarme de alguna forma contigo. No es excusa, pero necesitaba llevarlo sola. Tu revelación fue una sorpresa para mí, y estaba abrumada. Lo sigo un poco pero también te he extrañado como loca. -

Y cada palabra que salía de mi boca era verdad. En las noches de insomnio y sobrepensar, no podía evitar recordar los días que vivimos juntos. Los pequeños detalles que tomas por cotidianos pero demuestran cariño. Tener la opción de compañía siempre. Poder tocar su puerta en total confianza cuando sintiera soledad o aburrimiento. Tener un plan fijo entre semana o un amigo que finja ser cliente en el trabajo para no pasarme sola los turnos.

'Buenos días, preparé el desayuno pero no calculé las cantidades correctas, ¿Quieres un poco?'

Era una mentira, conocía la receta de huevos y papas a la perfección, desde que era un pequeño tenía que valerse por si mismo si quería comer. Ambos sabíamos que ha hecho la cantidad ideal para los dos, incluso un poquito extra si quedaba un hueco en el estómago.

'Buenos días, con mucho gusto NoNo, dame cinco minutos para salir de la cama'

'¿Te desperté?'

'Algo así, te veo fuera'

Tendría ese tipo de detalles todo el tiempo conmigo. Hacer actos de servicio, detalles o regalos solo porque se cruzaron en su camino o por casualidad. Aunque no fueran así nunca, diría que lo son debido a su timidez.

Al tomar asiento, podría ver una pequeña cantidad extra de comida todavía en la barra. Correría de su lugar para ayudarme a sentar y recorrer la silla a su lugar para mi comodidad. Su estado físico o actualizaciones en sus deportes favoritos serían el tema de plática, pero no me molestaba, tomé cierto gusto por cómo va el Tottenham en la liga inglesa o si su entrenador le ha colocado parches térmicos porque son mejores. También era lo menos que podía hacer si me alimentaba de su bolsillo por lo menos 3 días a la semana.

Si, lo extraño. Pero extraño más aún como me hace sentir y lo feliz que es con solo el hecho de complacerme. ¿Egoísta? Claro que no, Jeno es la persona menos egoísta en todo esto.

- Quiero estar para ti, ayudarte. No me importa ser el clavo que saca a otro. -

- ¡Cállate! No digas eso, no lo repitas jamás. -

- Por ti lo sería. -

- Jeno tu jamás serias un clavo, eres la persona la unica persona que podria comprender realmente lo que pasó en ese departamento. Me llena de vergüenza pensar todo lo que te hice vivir con nosotros dos y nuestra aventura. - me arden las mejillas y orejas en señal de deshonra - Jamás tuve la consideración de pensar en como eso te haría sentir. -

- Eran paredes algo delgadas. No te lo negaré. Pero yo sabía que el no te hacía tan genuinamente feliz como yo, sobrellevé todo eso porque sabía que podría hacerte sonreír de maneras que él no. Nunca perdí la esperanza de que lo vieras. -

- Si podía notarlo... -

- No, que había quedado estúpida y perdidamente enamorado de ti. Nunca tuve el valor de decirlo, y me culpo por eso. De haber tenido el valor de expresarte mis sentimientos, estoy segura que jamás habrías visto a Jae más que como un amigo. Él se adelantó, y de cierta forma, es también mi culpa que hayas pasado por esos meses de mierda. -

- Ninguno podría haber visto eso venir. Ni el cómo se comportaría. Fui yo la estúpida idiota imbecil sin dignidad... -

- Shhh no, no digas nada de esas mentiras. Le entregaste un cariño que no se merecía porque tu pulcro corazón esperaba un cambio. Créeme que comprendo eso, yo más que nadie. - la melancolía es evidente hasta en su tono al hablar, esos ojitos brillantes se apagan al terminar de hablar. Son como una daga directo al corazón, duele más cada segundo que observo su rostro. - Pero ya no estoy dispuesto a rendirme, a dejarme llevar por las reglas de este jueguito de hermandad entre hombres. Él fue una basura contigo, mereces un verdadero hombre. Uno que te ame, perdone, ayude a salir adelante, no te esconda, que te respete y te haga sentir como una verdadera mujer en cada sentido de la palabra. -

El calor corporal aumenta tras terminar de hablar. Luce con una seguridad que jamás había visto. Sólo pequeños atisbos de ese carácter fuerte y dominante que se ven únicamente en sus partidos. Decisión inquebrantable. Roba mi respiración ese inesperado cambio de corderito en preocupación a un hombre sin miedo y listo para luchar a puño y garra por lo que desea. Puedo ver un matiz perfecto y hermoso de una personalidad tan versátil. Un hombre sin limitaciones o miedos a mostrar sus matices.

- No voy a irme sin ti, así tenga que quedarme hasta la madrugada para convencerte. No está en mis convicciones el seder. Así que si fallaste a tu promesa es el momento de que las cumplas, comprendo que necesitabas tiempo, pero no permitiré que te hundas en tu tristeza. Eres mucho mejor que eso y lo sé... o te convertirás en una mentirosa, ¿Acaso lo eres? -

Con cada palabra me confronta y pone la espalda contra la pared. No deja espacio a pensamientos de otro tipo más que confrontación con la realidad. Estoy contra las cuerdas ahora mismo.

- No lo soy. -

- Bien, ¿Y estas dispuesta a seguir hundida por una basura como el? -

- No... - titubeo al responder, lo irrita

- ¿Seguirás llorando por un tipejo que entregó anillo de promesa a Mercedes a los pocos días de tu partida? -

Algo se rompe en mi interior tras terminar. Caigo de esa frágil cubierta de cristal donde me encontraba,la cubierta de la autocompasión, y caigo brutalmente contra el fondo. Lo último a lo que tenemos que llegar antes de sentar cabeza, un golpe tan doloroso que pierdo el aire como si de un golpe físico se tratara.

El gran hijo de puta quería que siguiera siendo su amante... su puta a domicilio..

- No seguiré hundiéndome. Tienes razón, he sido una gran estúpida. Pero bajo ninguna circunstancia en esta tierra volveré al mismo lugar, prefiero vivir en la basura o debajo de un puente antes que ahí. -

- Me encargué de ese hijo de puta. Le dije que se fuera el y su prometida al infierno, si tanto la amaba, podría largarse de una vez a vivir con ella. -

- ¿Se fue? - contento espero que el atisbo de tristeza pase sin ser visto

- Lo vi largarse con sus cosas antes de venir. -

- ok, me iré contigo. Pero necesito un poco de ayuda con mis maletas. Siguen en mi cuarto de allá, están casi intactas, no las toqué casi en lo absoluto, pero son muy pesadas para mi ahora que... - cayo

- No te preocupes, también te regresaré a tu peso y belleza usual. Me encargaré de ti de ahora en adelante en todo aspecto. Lo juro. -

Nos perdemos en las miradas por instantes. Noto su deseo y contención por besarme. Una lucha real contra sus impulsos que no oculta. Instantes que son eternidades. Pero no hace nada, es demasiado caballero para besarme si lograba ver mi duda ante un beso de cualquier tipo.

- Espera en lo que guardo y traigo todo. Llama un transporte mientras tanto. Por fin regresarás a tu casa. -

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[nekoannie-chan]

Aventura congelada

Título: Aventura congelada.

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora Vengadora.

Palabras: 409 palabras.

Cuadro: I2 “Jack Frost.”

Clasificación: B.

Sinopsis: Tú y Steve buscarán porqué la ciudad es tan fría.

Advertencias: Frío extremo, Jack Frost solo quiere que la gente celebre el invierno.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Captain Bottom Bingo round 2. CABB2024.

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El frío cortante se colaba por las rendijas de la ventana, llenando la habitación con un aire gélido. Te estremeciste mientras ajustabas tu abrigo. Estabas decidida a descubrir el misterio detrás de las extrañas heladas que habían cubierto la ciudad durante semanas.

En tu búsqueda, te encontraste con Steve, él no iba a dejar que te fueras sola, ya que no sabían exactamente a que se enfrentarían, así que juntos, siguieron caminando por las calles desiertas, donde la nieve crujía bajo sus pies.

De repente, una figura borrosa se materializó frente a ellos. Jack Frost, con su piel pálida y cabello blanco como la nieve, los observaba con ojos fríos y brillantes. —¿Qué hacen aquí?— preguntó con una voz que sonaba como el viento aullando a través de los árboles.

Diste un paso al frente, mirando fijamente a Jack Frost.

—Queremos saber por qué estás congelando nuestra ciudad. ¿Qué quieres?—

—La humanidad ha olvidado el poder del invierno. Quiero recordarles lo hermoso que puede ser el mundo cubierto de hielo y nieve. Pero parece que la gente ha perdido su aprecio por la naturaleza y ha caído en la indiferencia. Es hora de que recuerden el frío que corre por sus venas.—

Steve frunció el ceño. —No podemos dejar que congeles la ciudad y pongas en peligro a sus habitantes. Hay maneras de apreciar el invierno sin causar daño.—

Asentiste, pensando rápidamente en una solución. —¿Qué tal si te mostramos que la gente todavía puede apreciar la belleza del invierno sin tener que sufrir por ello? Podemos organizar eventos y actividades —propusiste.

Jack Frost pareció considerar la propuesta por un momento antes de asentir lentamente.

No obstante, les había dado un límite de tiempo, tenían una semana para cumplir con la propuesta, así que de inmediato se pusieron en contacto con quienes sabían que les podían ayudar. Les costó un poco de trabajo convencer a Tony, pero cuando accedió, consiguieron las cosas que darían el toque especial.

Desde patinaje sobre hielo hasta festivales de luces, todo lo habían preparado, no podían fallar, ya que si las temperaturas seguían bajando, las consecuencias serían irreversibles. Al principio la gente estaba un poco escéptica y no parecía querer participar, pero en cuanto corrieron la voz de que era gratis, comenzaron a llegar. Steve y tú se vieron el uno al otro satisfechos.

Jack Frost, observando desde las sombras, vio cómo cumplieron con lo que habían dicho, así que también mantuvo su palabra.

[rubimoon45]

Un Mar de Flores (2/10)

Pairing: Kolyma x fem!reader

Sinopsis: Innessa atiende las heridas del niño tímido que recordaba como Kolyma, pero que resulta ser un hombre ahora y con la percepción de la realidad alterada a la suya.

Warning: contenido adulto, abuso, sangre, armas, amenazas, palizas, abuso de sustancias, abuso sexual, abandono.

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Los días siguientes pasaron rápido. No hubo mal tiempo, pero sí alguna que otra lluvia repentina que obligaba a todos a regresar a sus casas frente al buen tiempo. Cuando el cielo acababa de descargar su furia, el sol regresaba y alegraba a las mujeres que iban a lavar la ropa al río. A ellas no se les permitió salir de casa.

Su padre entraba y salía del dormitorio de invitados con algo nuevo entre las manos, pero en su mayoría bolsas de gasas sucias manchadas de sangre. Xenya se refugiaba entre los libros de arte y se frustraba cuando no podía leerlos, pero además de eso, era gracioso verla enfadarse consigo misma. Al menos aliviaba algo de tensión. A Inej le tocaba limpiar el sudor de su piel, que poco a poco iba recuperando el color, y cuidar que las vendas no se aflojaran. Mientras su padre no estaba, Xenya y ella se encargaban de vigilarlo. Como Xenya era incapaz de cuidarlo sin intentar despertarlo de su descanso, acababa echándola y pidiéndole que compusiera una canción nueva para que cuando él se despertara se lo agradeciera. Parecía funcionar porque llevaba dos días haciéndolo. A veces Inej se quedaba mirando el rostro bronceado de aquel joven, que sí resultaba ser el Kolyma que recordaba de su infancia. Pero no el niño, solo de forma nominal.

Su madre había ido a su casa a visitarlo cuanto podía. La primera vez le pareció una mujer más asustada por la vida de su hijo, que lloró al lado de su cama cuando vio las vendas ensangrentadas y la respiración lenta que Kolyma daba. A la segunda y él pudo abrir los ojos, aún medio dormido, la máscara de madre afligida cayó y dio renda a una enfadada que amenazaba con cortarle los dedos de los pies si volvía a pisar el territorio de los semillas negras. No preguntó acerca de lo último, pero sí que tuvo que hacerse cargo de separarlos cuando Kolyma volvió a desmayarse. De alguna forma, aquella mujer tan fuerte y sensible al mismo tiempo llevaba la razón al explicarle la situación, mientras le ofrecía un poco de té en la cocina.

-No puede morir. Él, no. No puede dejarme de la misma manera que su padre hizo hace años, no, me niego -sacudía la cabeza, llorando, con las mejillas hundidas y el rostro marcado por la edad. Tenía sombras debajo de los ojos, seguramente por no poder dormir-. Él lo es todo.

Puede que así fuera, pero porque al final era una madre preocupada por su hijo. Inej no pensaba en la herencia, ni en los clanes ni en quién era su familia. Solo veía al niño que fue una vez descansando de sus decisiones del presente. Y al mismo tiempo, a un heredero del clan más temido de toda la zona.

-Te recuerdo, niña -habló un día, mientras estaban en la habitación de su hijo y su padre había ido a buscar unas vendas al despacho-. Jugabas en el patio con los demás niños y le cogiste la mano a Vitali en el funeral de su padre, hace ya mucho. ¿Fue tu madre la que te convenció de abandonar el pueblo?

Inej no había dicho nada al respecto. Soportó ese comentario como pudo atendiendo a otras cosas, como cambiarle la almohada a Kolyma a sabiendas de que los ojos de la mujer le taladraban la nuca. Por supuesto que no iba a decirle nada sobre el divorcio y lo que había pasado, pero sí que se quedó con las ganas de hacerlo. De soltárselo solo por el tono que usó para referirse a su madre.

Al quinto día fue su hermana la que la despertó. La noche de antes se había acostado con un libro de arte renacentista, uno de los muchos que había por la casa, y dormido con él pegado a la mejilla. Resultaba que para aprender tenías que leer, y para leer tener los ojos abiertos. Y estar consciente. Xenya la despertó gritando, desde la planta de abajo. Intentó volver a dormirse, pero el sol fuera de la ventana la molestaba y acabó por levantarse de la cama de mal humor.

Para cuando bajó, su padre se había marchado y dejado una nota. Los gritos alegres de Xenya venían del dormitorio de invitados, acompañado de una voz mucho más suave que decía algo inentendible. Inej se apresuró a ver con quién estaba hablando, y si necesitaba regañarla por abrirle la puerta a extraños tan a la ligera. Resultaba que Xenya gritaba por una buena razón. La puerta estaba abierta cuando llegó, y Xenya encima de la cama. Mejor dicho, encima de Kolyma, en las piernas estiradas y cubiertas por la manta. Inej se quedó inmóvil al verlo. Tanto los ojos de Kolyma como los de su hermana pequeña fueron como balas hacia ella, de diferentes maneras; los de su hermana bailaban de alegría, mientras que los de él reflejaban una emoción que dudaba haber visto en él en el poco tiempo que se conocieron de pequeños y en los momentos de consciencia.

-Se ha despertado -dijo, levantándose de la cama y yendo hacia ella. Le cogió las manos, calientes, y la miraba con los ojos brillantes de siempre-. ¿Podemos darle una galleta?

Inej, aún quieta, tardó el responderle. No le salían las palabras de la garganta. Solo podía ver a Kolyma, despierto, con los ojos inundados entre el miedo y la confusión. No conocía a Xenya ni cómo era, así que no le extrañaría que pensase cualquier cosa.

-No es un perro. ¿Y si práctica tu canción? Puedes enseñármela luego.

-¿Sí? -cuando asintió, Xenya saltó de alegría y marchó corriendo de la habitación. El piano no tardó en sonar.

Casi puso los ojos en blanco. A aquellas alturas odiaba esa canción y los porrazos de su hermana cuando se olvidaba una parte e improvisaba. Sus ojos, de todas formas, se posaron nuevamente sobre el enfermo. Se concentró en él. Lo observó. Cada pequeño movimiento. Desde el pequeño tic en su ceja como la forma de nuez cuando tragaba saliva. Inej agarró entonces el medidor de tensión que estaba sobre una cómoda y rodeó la cama hasta ponerse a su lado. Siguió las indicaciones de su padre para medirle el pulso.

-¿Ha pasado algo que deba saber? -inquirió, sin maldad, pero haciendo notable el tono de sorpresa y malestar por haberlos encontrado...de esa manera.

Kolyma levantó las finas cejas, y negó rápidamente. La piel ya no lucía enfermiza, sino que había recuperado su tono bronceado e irradiaba salud. Todavía sudaba, pero supuso que era por la calefacción de la casa y la situación de hacía unos minutos. Inej miró el número de la herramienta, y asintió al encontrarlo en una cifra que su padre tacharía como buena.

-Es una bendición de Dios -respondió, con sorpresa-. Hay que protegerlos por encima de todo. Nunca le haría nada.

-Sí, supongo. Pero es mi hermana así que... Tengo que protegerla.

Apuntó la presión en un papel al lado de la mesita, y comenzó a retirarle los adhesivos a la almohadilla con la que había medido su pulso. Inej tardó un rato en hacerlo, y en ese rato ninguno dijo nada. Absolutamente nada. Solo se escuchaba la respiración pensada de él y a ella trabajar. De fondo, por supuesto, estaba Xenya tocando el piano. Al acabar, encontró los ojos de Kolyma puestos sobre la pila de libros de arte en columnas al lado de la mesita contraria. También se sorprendió ver uno de esos libros a su lado, en la cama. ¿Xenya los habría tocado? Hace diez años, su madre murió de una enfermedad incurable y le quedaban pocos meses de vida cuando la descubrieron. Le dijeron que tardó en comprender que no volvería a verla, y cuando lo hizo estuvo semanas con la mente perdida. Luego, pareció olvidarse de ello y continuó haciendo lo de siempre. Su padre la había pillado cenando sola un día de esos y advertido de la mente de Xenya, como si no supiera que su hermana era especial y necesitaba ayuda algunas veces para entender y entenderse. Al final había acabado escuchándole solo para escuchar la historia de su hermana.

-Son de la madre de Xenya -explicó, haciendo un gesto hacia los libros. Varias pilas adornaban la mesilla al lado de la cama, y otra descansaba en el suelo. Libros gruesos y finos, respectivamente-. Le hubiese gustado estudiarlo, pero no... No le dio tiempo.

A diferencia de su madre, que se había marchado por un divorcio y con una hija al otro lado del continente, la madre de Xenya no había tenido esa suerte. Murió al poco tiempo de ella cumplir los diez años, por una enfermedad repentina. Su madre siempre encendía una vela por ella cuando iban a la iglesia, pese a que nunca se conocieron. Ya se convirtió en una costumbre que acataban hasta sin ir.

-Lo lamento.

-¿Te duele? -cambió de tema rápido, acercándose a la cama con cuidado. Xenya volvía a aporrear el piano, pero no estaba furiosa. De estarlo, sonaría peor.

-Como el demonio -se rio de su comentario, e intentó recolocar. La almohada a sus espaldas se escurrió, pero pudo cumplir su objetivo de sentarse bien. Inej atendió a la flexión de sus abdominales, la forma en la que se tensaban y relajaban en el acto... Y al momento se sintió avergonzada-. Le estaba diciendo que yo también soy especial. Aguanté la paliza de mi padre durante treinta minutos sin desmayarme. Me gané el reconocimiento de todos los niños.

Apretó los labios, pero no dijo nada al respecto sobre el método educativo de cada familia. Simplemente se recostó en la silla al lado de la cama, envolviéndose en la manta. Lo analizó nuevamente. Una persona de su edad, que recordaba como un niño tímido, había resultado herido por un arma blanca y acabado en su casa a raíz de eso. El niño tímido que alguna vez habría jugado con los mismos niños que ella mientras recibía el adiestramiento de su clan. Examinó su rostro, que recobraba la vida poco a poco. Ojos en forma de avellana de diferente color, con una nariz recta y unos labios finos y rellenos, en ese momento, un tanto paliduchos.

-Creo que todos somos especiales de alguna manera. Xenya es...una bendición, como dices tú. Pero créeme que te hartarías de ella cuando escuchases diez veces al día la misma canción y alguna pregunta tonta.

El pecho de Kolyma vibró cuando se rio, y le pareció la risa más tierna del mundo en el cuerpo de un hombre como él. Inej sonrió al ver la sombra de la tinta negra en su antebrazo.

-¿Te lo has hecho tú? -preguntó, señalando hacia el cuchillo envuelto en el tallo de una rosa con espinas y la flor en la zona de la empuñadura.

-No, Tinta -explicó. No lo conocía, y menos le sonaba-. Él me ayudó a elegirlo.

-¿Significa algo?

-Mi compromiso. A mi madre le gustan las rosas, así que decidí que fuera la que envolviese mi futuro, en su honor, y porque significan lealtad -mientras hablaba, acariciaba la zona del tatuaje, que ocupaba gran parte de la cara interna del antebrazo-. Solo eso.

Un silencio se extendió hacia los dos. Pensaba decirle que ella también estaba interesada en los tatuajes, pero a aquellas alturas del siglo pensarían que estaba en una banda. Ponerlo en una zona visible diría eso y nunca conseguiría trabajo, y a su madre le daría un infarto de saberlo. Por eso había pensado en una zona estratégica donde hacerlo, que nadie viera salvo en algunas ocasiones, y que estuviese cubierta todo el tiempo. La pena era que nadie aceptaría hacerlo, pese a ser pequeño.

-Tu...eres la segunda hija del médico. Lo escuché en el bar de la tía Katya, que vendríais en verano.

-Muy observador -apuntó, riéndose esta vez ella-. ¿La tía Katya sigue trabajando en el bar?

-Desde la muerte de su marido pescando -empezó a explicar, hasta que hizo un alto para mirarla por primera vez directamente a los ojos. Ninguno dijo nada en ese pequeño momento de silencio. Los ojos de Kolyma brillaron como dos estrellas cuando las palabras le salieron de la garganta-. Espera, ¿de qué la conoces?

Inej asintió lentamente.

-Ella me cuidaba a veces cuando era pequeña. Me marché a los seis años, así que no tengo muchos recuerdos de ello ni de este lugar -le respondió, e hizo un gesto para envolver la casa y el exterior. No supo si se entendió, porque él tampoco dijo nada para confirmarlo o negarlo, solo el brillo en esos dos ojos marrones iluminando el tenue dormitorio. Inej se rio de un recuerdo breve que apareció en su cabeza-. Era la única que me dejaba dibujar en su mesa.

Inej se continuó riendo. Cuando sus padres la dejaban en el bar al otro lado del pueblo, pero cerca del río, solía quedarse con la amable y dulce tía Katya que cuidaba de casi todos los niños del pueblo y los dejaba jugar tanto dentro como fuera del bar. A veces ella y sus pocas amigas de ahí la ayudaban a hacer dulces tradicionales en la cocina al mismo tiempo que los niños jugaban hockey improvisado con palos y pelotas desgastadas. Puede que alguna vez él mismo jugase con ellos y se comiera los dulces que sus manos inexpertas hicieron en esa época.

-Sí -respondió él, tan lento que pensaba que se volvería a desmayar-, ella es así.

-¿Por qué no?

-Porque no.

-Pero...a mí me gusta estar con él.

Las mujeres del pueblo tenían razón con que haría buen tiempo. Días después del alta de Kolyma, su padre las dejó salir de casa por fin y aprovecharon para dar una vuelta por todo el pueblo. Hasta que se enteraron de las mujeres y los niños iban a bañarse al río y a las dos les entró curiosidad por saber qué hacían ahí tanto tiempo. Aparte de, obviamente, lanzarse al río y refrescarse. Por fin era verano, aunque fuese a durar poco, y pensaba enseñarle a Xenya el lugar a donde se iba a bañar de pequeña con sus antiguos amigos.

Xenya se negaba a ponerse un bañador, y casi que eso había alegrado a su padre en términos de su seguridad para un futuro. Así que no la obligó a ponérselo. Lo que sí hizo fue, mientras ella escogía qué bañador ponerse, probarse todos los vestidos habidos y por haber que tenía en su armario. Su habitación parecía que acababa de atravesar un tornado cuando salieron de casa y se marcharon con las bicicletas camino al río. Era una zona alejada, detrás de la colina que separaba el bosque del pueblo. Las montañas inundadas de verde y rocas bordeaban la zona de la curva del río, por lo que estaba bastante protegido y le daba ese aura misteriosa y mágica a un lugar tan escondido pero conocido al mismo tiempo.

Inej se tumbó en el césped con su hermana al lado, mientras la gente de alrededor jugaba y se lanzaban al agua que debía de estar estupenda. Agua cristalina. Xenya había empezado a preguntarle sobre Kolyma al poco, cuando empezó a aburrirse.

-¿Le has preguntado si a él le gusta?

-No, pero me sonríe cuando me acerco. ¿Crees que le gusta Xenya?

Solo suspiró. El sol golpeaba con fuerza, pero alguna que otra nube jugaba a ocultarlo y enfriaba un poco el tiempo. No hacía mucho viento, y el poco que se levantaba era templado. Los pelos se le ponían de vez en cuando de punta, pero era agradable. Miró hacia su hermana, sentada al lado sobre la hierba, abrazándose las piernas pálidas y con una mala expresión.

-¿Le has preguntado? -repitió la pregunta, un poco más bajo. La mente de su hermana era diferente a la que su cuerpo debería tener. Era tonta para algunos, loca para otros, y una bendición para la gente que se rodeaba con Kolyma.

Kolyma. Algo en esa estalló al recordar su mirada cuando le dieron en alta. Su padre se la dio al poco tiempo de tener esa charla, pero siguieron hablando esos días hasta que el doctor dijo que ya era el momento de abandonar la cama y hacer vida normal. Inej no dijo nada al respecto; ¿qué iba a decir? No era médico, y menos conocía la reparación del cuerpo. Lo único que dijo fue a modo de broma que lo echarían de menos que ya casi se había convertido en alguien de la familia. Xenya le dio inocentemente la razón, y su padre cabeceó riéndose. Kolyma no dijo ni hizo nada, sin embargo, y supo que había sido un comentario no tan inocente para él. Le había dado una mirada tan extraña cuando lo despidieron, tras ayudarlo a vestirse con la ropa que su madre le había llevado, en la puerta que Inej tuvo la sensación de que quería decir algo pero no le salían las palabras.

La obsesión de su hermana perduró hasta ese momento. Cuando salía, le contaba las aventuras que él tenía y no les quedaba remedio que escucharla y en algunas ocasiones por haber entrado en una zona donde no debía. La mayor parte de los regaños se los daba su padre, ella no decía nada hasta que mencionaba algo que una mujer no podía hacer a la ligera. Uno de ellos fue por llegar a casa empapada después de que intentase nadar a la barca donde un grupo de chicos paseaba por el río, en esos días de calor; fue Kolyma quien la llevó a casa, cubriéndola con su chaqueta. Podría decirse que era una obsesión enfermiza, pero era su hermana... Y nada en ella era con malas intenciones. Desde ese día la acompañaba al río para asegurarse de que no hiciera ninguna tontería.

Había descubierto que con ella al lado no se atrevía a intentar alguna de sus locuras. Si es que podía llamarlo así viniendo de una mente infantil en un cuerpo adulto. Ahora estaba enfadada porque la rueda de su bicicleta estaba pinchada y tuvieron que ir en la suya.

-A Xenya le gusta estar con él, y padre dice es un buen chico. ¿Podríamos invitarlo un día a comer?

-Pregúntale a papá -instigó.

-Creo que me dejará invitarlo -murmuró, y una sonrisa le floreció-. Podría hacerle prianik.

Un dulce ruso tradicional. Era pan de jengibre elaborado con miel, y estaba riquísimo. Lo comía de pequeña en la parte oriental de Alemania cuando se quedaba con sus vecinas. La madre de Xenya era rusa nativa, así que Xenya lo habría comido varias veces a lo largo de los años.

-Eso déjamelo a mí -respondió.

-¿Me ayudarías?

-Sí, claro. No soy muy buena cocinando, pero es fácil de hacer.

-Xenya no sabe...

-Podemos preguntarle a la tía Katya si tiene la receta -habló, y pensó en qué posibilidad había de que tuviera una receta.

-¡Mira, ahí! ¡Son ellos! -exclamó tan de repente que le dio un susto. Su corazón se aceleró y calmó. Xenya se estaba levantando de un salto, moviendo los brazos de lado a lado como si saludase a alguien a lo lejos. Inej lo vio al volver la cabeza. La barca que cruzaba por el río con cuatro chicos dentro-. ¡Hola, Kolyma! ¡Mira, Inej, salúdales!

Intentó levantarle el brazo para que hiciese lo que decía, pero Inej sacudió la cabeza comenzando a incorporarse. Xenya frunció el ceño, pero no dijo nada. Volvió a sacudir el brazo saludando. Un sabor amargo se instaló en su boca. El viento se levantó, suave, sacudiendo la ropa de las mujeres, obligando a los niños a estremecerse mientras salían del agua y se obligaban a volver a entrar empujándose entre ellos. Inej se incorporó, pero no levantó como su hermana, y se quedó observando el momento como si pudiera inmortalizarlo en una foto mental.

La barca cruzaba tranquila el río. Uno de ellos, el más delgado, se había puesto de pie a devolver el aludo, mientras que su amigo el más ancho le gritaba algo riéndose. Inej apoyó la cabeza en las rodillas, ahora pegadas a su pecho, y se abrazó a sí misma. El pelo se mecía a un lado como un manto. El viento sacudió el vestido de Xenya, pero a ella no le pareció importante. Se quedó un rato mirando al vacío. ¿Qué le importaba? ¿Qué la movía? La aspiraciones de su hermana eran un misterio, sobre todo por su incapacidad, pero en lo demás... Era una buena persona. Una bendición de Dios, alguien a quien proteger. Y su sonrisa, su gracia, todo en ella era amabilidad, inocencia y generosidad. Todo lo bueno encarnado en una persona, que podía romperse a la mínima sacudida. Amaba bailar, tocar el piano, reírse de absolutamente, ver los nidos de pájaros en los árboles.

Y fuera de ella, todo lo malo la rodeaba. Los abusos de poder, una política injusta, gente que se aprovechaba de esas buenas personas para sus propias ambiciones. A veces, sin ambiciones. Solo deseos, y eso era lo peor que podía pasarle. Inej volvió la vista hacia la barca, que se alejaba, pero a la que su hermana no dejaba de saludar ahora en despedida. Ni siquiera en ese lugar ese lugar se la podría proteger siempre. Quien pensara lo contrario era el verdadero idiota.

-Volvamos ya -dijo ella, empezando a recoger las pocas cosas que habían llevado-. Antes de que tía Katya cierre.

-¿De verdad que estás bien? -su voz sonaba dudosa. Lo comprendía, en cierto modo.

-Sí, me estoy divirtiendo.

-Porque suenas entusiasmada -le respondió, sarcástica. Su madre solo usaba el sarcasmo para o burlarse de ella o darle a entender que ninguna de sus bromas hacían gracia. Así era ella-. Oye, sé que es difícil. Yo me crie ahí, sé lo que es estar ahí a tu edad... Pero dale una oportunidad. No es tan malo, realmente, y parece que ahora estáis comunicados, ¿no?

Inej pensó en los edificios de cristal, altos y poderosos, que se veían desde la entrada del pueblo. Un pueblo que se modernizaba a los tiempos abandonando el esquema tradicional del comunismo. Supuso que era algo bueno, aunque la policía rusa continuara patrullando la zona como si todavía le perteneciera. Todo para que Ucrania y Moldavia no se pegaran por el territorio.

-No sé cómo sobreviviste.

-Bueno, cariño, ya sabes -respondió, quitándole importancia, con un tono burlesco en el que casi podía ver su sonrisa tallada-. La educación siberiana nos hace fuertes.

Sí, claro. Casi se rio por escuchar eso. Lo único que sacaban de dar esa educación era continuar de forma ultraconservadora en el comunismo y en vivir como si hubiesen salido de la guerra. Puede que algunos sí, pero los otros en su mayoría o eran ladrones o el dinero que conseguían no era gracias a un oficio decente.

Como si su madre pudiera leerle los pensamientos a través de aquella herramienta moderna, que su padre solo usaba por urgencias del trabajo, supo qué decir.

-Puedes volver cuando quieras -le recordó, de nuevo.

-No han pasado ni dos semanas.

-Entendería que fuera demasiado para ti. ¿Seguro que no echas de menos la televisión?

Inej se lo pensó.

Lo cierto era que se lo estaba pasando medianamente bien con su hermana. No la había conocido hacía unos años, cuando fueron a verla al hospital de Moscú, y en ese entonces no parecía una mujer de su edad. Su padre intercambió alguna llamada con su madre en ese año, informándole sobre los progresos de Xenya y que al final del invierno la sacarían de ahí; al parecer, tardaron tiempo en darse cuenta de qué era lo mejor para ella, en vez de estar encerrada todo el día en un lugar con otros locos. Se apoyó contra la pared, teléfono en mano.

-Se me acabarán las pilas del walkman -se quejó-. Tendré que ir a la ciudad a comprar más. Puede que me exilien por traer algo de Estados Unidos.

Su madre rio al otro lado de la línea, pero sabía que no era del todo una broma. Como nacida allí, era consciente de las tradiciones siberianas que se habían instaurado en el pueblo desde el exilio en los años treinta. Los siberianos controlaban todo el pueblo, dejaban a extranjeros entrar siempre que no causaran problemas o no fuesen de algunas bandas enemigas que pudieran generar guerras. Su madre siempre le había dicho que odiaban a los Estados Unidos y todo lo que viniera de ese lugar capitalista, repulsivo y sin cultura propia. Puede que su madre también los odiara, pero aceptaba su influencia en la cultura del continente. Siempre le contaba la historia de cómo una vez su padre había obligado a su hermano pequeño, que murió a los veinte años por meterse con quien no debía, a romper todo lo que tuviera marca made in USA delante de él, con sus manos desnudas. Inej casi que se alegraba de no haber conocido a su abuelo.

-Siempre puede que algún vecino las tenga de ahí -señaló, y puede que tuviera razón. De contrabando, seguramente. Le costaría una pasta, pero puede que sirvieran-. ¿Te llevas bien con alguno?

-Antes he hablado con la tía Katya. Sigue viva y trabajando. Nos ha dado una receta porque Xenya quiere invitar a Kolyma a comer un día de estos.

Su madre guardó silencio unos segundos, antes de exclamar:

-¿Kolyma? ¿El nieto del abuelo Kazya? Una vez tu tío, que en paz descanse, jugó con su padre. ¿Qué tal está?

Así que así se llamaba. Lo extraño era no haberlo escuchado esa semana caminando por el pueblo.

-Vivo, que ya es algo, y grande. Xenya y él hablan mucho.

-¿Guapo?

-Sí. Al estilo siberiano, supongo.

-Era buen niño -razonó-. Mándale un saludo de mi parte si te lo vuelves a encontrar. Y a su madre.

No le dijo que puede que su madre no estuviera de buen humor para recibir saludos de ella, se mordió la lengua. Continuaron hablando un rato más hasta que escuchó la voz de su padrastro, un alemán con raíces en la parte occidental, llamándola de fondo. Su madre le mandó besos, abrazos y le prometió que hablarían la próxima semana si todo iba bien. Estaban enfrentándose a un problema con los sindicatos que no reconocía las titulaciones de la Alemania soviética.

Nada más colgar, Inej se dirigió de nuevo a la pila de platos del fregadero por limpiar. Abrió el grifo, con agua helada, pero no le importó tener que fregarlos así. Al cabo de un rato, alguien llamó a la puerta. Innessa cerró el agua, se limpió las manos en el delantal que llevaba para ordenar la casa y se acercó a la puerta. Cuando la abrió, las cejas se le dispararon de la sorpresa.

-Kolyma -dijo, cortándosele el aliento. Él asintió como un tonto al nombre, como si le afirmase que se llamaba así-. Xenya no está. Se ha ido a...

Inej se bloqueó. Se lo había dicho, realmente, pero no recordaba lo que iba a hacer porque se lo dijo demasiado rápido como para hacerle caso. Y tal vez ella no estaba atenta en ese momento, sino concentrada en otros asuntos. La tía Katya les había dado la receta de buena gana, en cuanto reconoció a Inej como la hija del doctor y su primera esposa. Parecía que la recordaba de buena gana, y no como la niña que le dio una paliza al amigo de su hijo; debía pensar en ella como la niña silenciosa que había agarrado la mano de su hijo lloroso en el funeral de su padre y llevado a jugar con el resto de niños al poco tiempo. Casi que lo agradeció.

-No, no estoy aquí por Xenya. Tía Katya dijo que estarías en casa -dijo él, con los ojos clavados en ella-. Era verdad.

-Tampoco hay mucho que hacer.

-Claro, eh, esto siempre está tranquilo -hizo un gesto a sus espaldas, en referencia al pueblo. Inej asintió dándole la razón, pero no supo hasta qué punto coincidían respecto a ello-. Debe de ser aburrido para ti.

Se encogió de hombros.

-Hablo con mi madre -señaló-. Estaba hablando con ella antes. Te manda abrazos.

Se hizo a un lado, ofreciéndole indirectamente entrar, cosa que hizo casi a regañadientes. En el buen sentido, quiso creer. Había algo en su forma de moverse que, de alguna manera, le recordaba a la timidez de un niño que dudaba en si meterse en una pelea por defender a su amigo de una niña que lo golpeaba o avisar a los adultos.

La casa no estaba muy ordenada, pero estaba decente para recibir visita. Su padre era un poco maniático del orden ya cuando era pequeña, y así continuaba. No había nada que escapase de su control. Pero como llevaba días llegando tarde y marchándose a primera hora de la mañana, no había tiempo para regaños o malas miradas. De hecho, era ella quien pasaba más tiempo de casa con su hermana y cuidándola que él que era su padre. Al menos era soportable y no le daban los ataques que su padre advertía que podían sucederle. Kolyma no dijo nada al ver la ropa limpia sobre el sofá, que tenía que planchar y colocar, ni siquiera de la pila de platos a los que estaba atendiendo antes de coger la llamada de su madre.

En vez de eso, se volvió hacia ella, como si le preguntase en silencio hacia dónde tenía que ir para continuar hablando. Ella le indicó que hacia la cocina.

-¿Tu...eres alemana, no?

-Eh, no -sacudió la cabeza, pero le sonrió-. Me mudé ahí con mi madre cuando...le pidió el divorcio a mi padre. Pero nací aquí.

-Tu padre dijo que vivías en Alemania -lucía algo confuso.

Inej se encogió de hombros.

-Vivíamos en la Alemania Oriental. Ahora es Alemania reunificada. Por la Caída del Muro y esas cosas.

Kolyma asintió lentamente. Se sacó las manos de los bolsillos, pasándoselas por los muslos tapados por el pantalón. La tensión de sus hombros no disminuyó. Ella estaba buscando en la vieja nevera para servirle algo para beber.

-Nunca he ido.

-Pues no te hagas una imagen de paraíso idílico -se rio, mirando en su dirección, viendo su expresión y lo tenso que estaba-. Tiene su encanto desde un punto de vista, pero dejaba mucho que desear. Supongo que a mi madre le gustaba porque la aceptarían ahí. Ella nació aquí y sabía que por ser rusa la tacharían de comunista en otro lugar. Fue una manera de no perder su cultura, en parte, y de que yo siguiera conectada con su cultura. Ahora que es Alemania en general las cosas han cambiado.

-¿Te gustaba este lugar?

-No tengo muchos recuerdos -reconoció, encogiéndose de nuevo de hombros. Agarró lo que buscaba de la nevera y se acercó a la pila de cubiertos limpios que acababa de fregar. Servía agua cuando Kolyma hizo un ruido raro-. A veces recuerdo cosas, pero no muchas. Son básicas y no tienen mucho contexto.

Inej le sirvió agua tras eso. Los dos se quedaron en un silencio, no incómodo, pero sí algo extraño para la conversación tranquila que habían tenido. Cosas que recordaba haberle dicho de los días que estuvo "hospitalizado" en la planta de abajo y atendido por ellas. Kolyma le había dejado hablar en todo momento, y a veces comentaba algunas cosas con lo que ella clasificaba como respuestas sinceras o "no sé qué decir respecto a eso". Le parecía gracioso cuando lo hacía. Le recordaba a ese niño tímido incapaz de hablar con las niñas y que se refugiaba cuando nevaba en los brazos de su madre.

A Inej se le escapó de los labios.

-Te recuerdo a ti -habló, en voz baja, pero sabiendo que él la escuchaba. Siempre estaba atento. Siempre la miraba con esos ojos tranquilos suyos, y otras le sonreía como Xenya cuando no comprendía a lo que se refería-. Eras muy tímido de pequeño. Creo que una vez me ayudaste cuando me caí, pero no lo recuerdo bien.

-Yo no te recuerdo, lo siento.

-Normal, no jugábamos juntos antes de irme. Llevo sin venir aquí trece años. Yo siempre estaba con las niñas cuando te ibas con tus amigos -Inej le entregó el vaso de agua. Puede que no fuera lo que esperaba, sabiendo que fuera podía hacer un clima diferente al de dentro. Pero en ese clima de verano se entendería que le diera un vaso de agua fría-. ¿Puede que os metierais en una pelea con unos niños de la ciudad porque siempre le daban una paliza a uno de tus amigos?

Kolyma lo pensó, y acabó asintiendo.

-Seguramente.

-Entonces sería muy gracioso.

-¿Por qué?

-Porque os comíais nuestros dulces después de mataros a golpes entre vosotros. Tía Katya nos enseñaba.

Kolyma no dijo nada. El único que tuvo fue un asentimiento y que se concentrase de repente en el vaso.

-¿Necesitas algo?

-No, eh, yo solo quería...

En ese momento, se escuchó el sonido de la puerta principal abriéndose. El corazón de Inej dio un vuelvo de sorpresa. Por la lentitud, debía de ser su padre. ¿Qué hacía en casa? Sus turnos duraban todo el día, a veces teniendo que quedarse en el hospital incluso. La puerta se abrió y su padre entró, con la figura de lo que fue un hombre alto y fuerte en su memoria. El chirrido señaló que la puerta se había cerrado, y los pasos acercándose indicando que se acercaba a la cocina abierta. Llevaba su bata blanca, como si no le hubiera dado tiempo a quitársela, y un maletín en mano. Sus ojos pasaron cuando los vio ahí solos de ella a Kolyma, y de Kolyma a ella.

-Papá -dijo ella-. Mira quién ha venido.

Su padre asintió lentamente, evaluando la situación en su cabeza. No debían de estar nerviosos, ¿no? No estaban haciendo nada malo. Solo conversar. Ellos solos. Ya estaba dejando su maletín sobre la mesa, quitándose la bata, para relevar una camisa planchada y unos pantalones algo desgastados.

-Ya lo veo -su tono era cortés, pero firme. Las arrugas de su rostro se movieron cuando gestualizó una expresión que no supo cómo interpretar; cejas alzadas, boca encogida, ojos muy abiertos-. ¿Qué te trae por aquí? ¿Se te ha abierto la herida?

-No. La herida está muy bien, gracias -negó él-. Tía Katya dijo que estaba sola y quería pasarme para ver si todo esta bien.

-¿Xenya?

-Dijo que estaría en casa de la tía Svetlana -se refería a la mujer que trabajaba como enfermera, pero que se había retirado cuando su hijo murió y ya no podía ejercer por su enfermedad mental. Era una buena mujer y le daba galletas a Xenya a cambio de que tocase un poco su piano, para mantenerlo activo-. ¿Está bien, no?

Su padre cabeceó una respuesta.

-Pero que muy bien.

Los ojos de su padre pasaron de Kolyma al vaso que aún tenía entre los dedos. Estaba por la mitad, y eso que se había esforzado en beberse el máximo de un sorbo. Una sonrisa asomó de sus labios.

-Tenía sed.

-Mucha -respondió ella.

Su padre asintió, haciendo un esfuerzo por mantener la compostura. Estaba claro que no estaba acostumbrado a ese tipo de situaciones. De ninguna manera. Kolyma ya no era un niño y ambos eran adultos. Ya no era la niña que pensaba que era, era una adulta. Podía hacer lo que quisiera... Pero temía que su padre no lo viera de esa forma. O que fuera demasiado inocente para pensar alguna maldad.

Quedó claro en su respuesta.

-Es importante mantenerse hidratado.

[angxl-m]

"Can't Handle It?" R. Zoro x Black!(F)Reader NSFW

MINORS DNI, ty

⚠️Warnings⚠️: dom!Zoro (hes a lil mean), switchbutmostlybottom!(Y/N), alcohol use, weed use, spitting, teasing, light spanking, light choking, pet names (slut, whore, girl, baby, mama) degradation but throw some praise in there, overstimulation(a personal fav), dumbification, fingering(f), oral(f&m), PnV, and the creamiest of pies

Reader has a fat ass 🤷🏾‍♀️

Really just some nasty sex to ease the Zoro brain rot (Pre-time skip Zoro if it matters)

Song Recs (please listen i luv sharing music <3):

It’s my first post and took me way too long, but enjoy luvrs 🫶🏾

Zoro always considered himself a patient man, regardless of the truth of the statement. As Zoro to Zoro, he was, at very least, tolerant. He’s a swordsman, it’s his obligation to be calm, collected, both at ease and alert at all times.

So for the sake of everything holy, he wondered, why- how, you managed to rile him up in all the best fucking ways.

It was infuriating.

The swordsman could practically feel his green hair singeing when it came to the thought of you, his mind working in overdrive trying to process how your hair could be so pretty while your mouth was so damn big.

Always challenging him, you weren’t stronger, that was for sure, but just as fast and with a solid sense of direction. You two were almost as bad as dartboard brow when you fought, but to Zoro you were just so fucking attractive.

His heart would race in the blue moons that you were around and totally calm, when the two of you found some sort of peace. And in times like that there was always liquor involved.

~

The Straw Hat Pirates had rented a small group house for a few days on the outskirts of a town on some island Luffy and Nami had decided to dock at. It was a quiet, very laid back town where everyone simply went about their business.

Turned out to be the perfect place for the crew to dock and give the Thousand Sunny and their sea-worn skin a break.

They sat on lawn chairs around a campfire in the open land behind the house, it was early morning, just breaking into 2 a.m. Nami, Luffy, Chopper Usopp, Sanji, and Brook had already fought and lost the battle to sleep and were tucked into their rooms for the night. Zoro having carried Luffy and Chopper inside.

Only Franky, Robin, you, and Zoro remained, chatting over the fire. Zoro and Robin were drinking sake while you and Franky drank Black Label Whiskey, all the bottles were acquired in the town by you and Nami as a little treat.

A delicious haze filled your head when you sipped the drink in hand, ‘the only thing that could possibly make the night better’, you thought, ‘would be some weed.’

Your shuffling broke the silence of the group, attracting their attention as you rifled through a backpack at the side of your chair.

“Stop making noise, woman.” Zoro grumbled, opening his eyes to glare in your direction.

Your rolled your eyes without sparing him a look, “Bite me”

Under other circumstances you would’ve had a much snarkier remark, but honestly, you couldn’t be bothered to feign annoyance upon finding two pre-rolled joints in the bag.

Smiling in success , you just so happened to miss the way Zoro’s eye widened at your words, his lovely asian glow intensified by the infiltrating thought of actually biting you.

That plush bronze skin that he knew smelled of cocoa butter and sweet almonds. Zoro’s gaze raked over your figure, strong thighs spilling out of your shorts, sun tanned cleavage shimmering with the flickering campfire. You had looked too alluring all fucking night.

Fuck, he felt like that Ero-fucking-cook.

Robin exchanged a knowing look with Franky, both of whom had witnessed Zoro’s reaction.

“Hey guys, found some pre-rolls in my bag. Down for a smoke?” Your voice filled the air.

Zoro grunted in acceptance, quickly taking another swig of his drink. It’s not mixed, just a tall glass of sake since Nami insisted he not drink from the bottle “like a savage.”

Robin offered you a playfully loving look, “Oh you know me so well.”

(Mommy Robin smokes do NOT pwm)

“I’ll take my leave here, I’m sure a few hits will take me out anyways.” Franky admitted, a loud yawn proving his point shortly after.

You three said your goodnights as the cyborg made his retreat to a comfy bed.

The chairs were spaced pretty decently apart, so you moved to take a seat on the grass between Robin and Zoro’s spots. You handed a pre-roll to Robin, allowing the woman to use her devil fruit power to reach a hand to the fire, effectively lighting the perfect roll.

Robin took a few quick pulls, dragging the light past the twisted end of the paper, before handing it off to you and starting the rotation.

“This,” Robin cleared her throat from a particularly harsh hit, “is some good shit.” her eyes were low and red, the lazy remains of a smile gracing her features.

Zoro nodded in agreement as you passed it to him.

“Have a little faith madame, who you know smokes more than me?” you spoke.

“Sanji.” Robin’s answer was quick to make Zoro snicker earning him a jab at his leg.

“Cigs don’t count, I’m bout to take my spliff back.” you huffed an empty threat.

Said woman only got up from her seat and patted the girl’s head, “You win (Y/N), you’re the biggest smoker. Thank you for the cyph.” The dark skin girl sprouted a victorious smile.

“However, I will be calling it a night, that Sake was a little too good.”

“Goodnight Robin, you’re always welcome to the cyphs~” You waved her off as Zoro grumbled a goodnight.

The second spliff was quick to light before you found perch on the arm of Zoro’s chair, making the rotation easier.

Another comfortable silence ensued, Zoro sneaking glances at the way the fat of your brown thighs splayed against the wooden furniture.

He was lost in thought, considering how your shimmery skin would look under the strength of his fingers. The poor man was so lost that he didn’t realize how long he had been inhaling until his lungs started to prickle and burn.

You looked over to the swordsman, curious as to why the spliff hadn’t returned yet. There he sat, face contorted and straining, before he began to cough and heave.

(if u ain’t choking, u ain’t smoking 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Grabbing the spliff before he could drop it, you clutched your stomach with laughter. You couldn’t help it, his face was just too funny.

“Fuck -hack- you” he grunted with effort, leaning backward in the chair to catch his breath. You turned, now sitting criss-crossed on the wide arm of his chair, a knee coming to rest on his ridiculously toned bicep.

“Man you wish! What? Can’t handle it?” you taunted, taking another drag. He turned his head with intentions of telling you off but was hit with your chest being pretty much level with his line of sight. On top of your usual sweet scent were the alluring notes of liquor and Zoro fucking loved that smell. It felt so raw and personal, to be up close to someone, drunk off of their intoxication.

His red eyes were trained on your face, a facade of annoyance at your words.

You eyed him back, secretly relishing in the heat of his skin against your own. The dramatic light of a slow dying fire accentuated his features so well, you couldn’t help but stare, eyes flitting from detail to detail.

Both of you had achieved a comfortable level of crossed, but in your inebriated state it definitely felt like you were much more discreet while admiring him.

You were brought back to reality by the feeling of your jaw between his fingers. “You sure it’s not you wishing for it?” Zoro’s voice was low, eyes lidded as he pulled your face level to his own.

The motion sent the first of many tingles down your spine. It’d be a lie to say you haven’t been thinking about him all night.

The subtle flex in his thigh when he shifted his legs wider, how his shirt would raise with every stretch, revealing little green hairs below his naval. His devilish tongue and how it would run up the back of his wide hand when sake splashed out of his cup.

You were much more aroused then you thought you ought to be. His words were tantalizing and your cheekiness won over as you slid from his side to straddle the man's waist, throwing the smoked out tip (the degradable kind) of the joint somewhere on the grass.

You leaned in to him, determined not to go down without some bite back, and offered a lick to the shell of his ear. Your action snapped him out of the pure shock of you in his lap, crotch so close he could almost feel your heat through his clothing.

“And if I am the one wishing?” you purred, hands coming up to caress the junctions between his neck and jaw.

You could feel Zoro’s hands on your waist, they were so thick, strong, holding you perfectly still against his body. “If I am the one thinking about you? Dreaming about just how good I could fuck you,” a hum reverberated in your throat, “What would you say?” you pressed your groin further into him, leaning back to bat your lashes.

Zoro huffed through his nose, a smirk taking over his dreamy features, his left hand sliding to grip the sides of your throat, “Then I would tell you how in over that pretty little head you are.” Alcohol lingered on his breath as he spoke, “How you’re not ready for me to fuck you.”

An airy laugh of disbelief bubbled from your constricted throat.

You had slept around a bit in your years before joining the crew and nearly every time you had sex, you were the one doing the fucking. You had men and women alike losing their minds, so it was amusing to you how bold Zoro had become.

Said man frowned at your reaction, his hold on your neck tightened and he pressed his hips up, which in turn sent a fleeting wave of pleasure to your core.

“You and that fucking laugh, (Y/N).” he all but growled, the intensity of his voice startling you. The way your name had tumbled off his lips had you subconsciously holding your breath. Zoro’s hand moved back to your face, squishing your cheeks a little hard. “So.. mocking, so.. condescending.. somebody’s got to pound that cockiness out of you.”

“Hah- you can fucking try.”

Zoro’s head tilted slightly at the challenge, observing your face for a moment, his eyes wandering, he looked deep in thought. After a second or two, his face was crashing into your own, your gasp was muffled by his lips when the swordsman kissed you. You kissed back as soon as you registered what was happening, grabbing his head, already trying to pull him closer.

His tongue forced its way into your mouth, licking against your own muscle until you reciprocated, which didn’t take long. Your tongues clashed but there was no way you were winning this time. The man quite literally fought battles with that tongue.

Teeth clacked as you took hurried breaths between kisses drowning in the taste of liquor. Zoro’s tongue wrestled yours until your jaw began to ache before drawing away. Deep breaths mingled, eye contact simmering with a drunken passion much deeper than either of you realized at the moment.

Always at each others throats for one stupid reason or the other, it had taken a while for either of you to realize how well one fit with the other. So similar yet just different enough to compliment each other.

Your hand ran through his coarse green curls, “Zoro” you mumbled softly, thumbs rubbing slow circles into his temples. The tip of your nose grazed his own as he exhaled a shaky breath. He couldn’t remember the last time you said his name with anything but annoyance or taunting, it was exhilarating, it made his heart pound.

Your lips were so smooth on him, tongues coming to brush against each other again. The kiss was so telling, your arms wrapping around his neck, it felt as if you craved him with your whole soul. Every part of you wanted every part of him.

Zoro’s battle-worn hands ran up and down your side, briefly exploring the plains of your clothed ass before gripping the bottom of your thighs. He hummed with pleasure at the weight of them, pulling you impossibly closer yet removing his lips from your own.

One of his forearms secured itself under your backside before he stood up. You didn’t even wrap your legs around his waist, didn’t need to with the way Zoro had you pinned to his muscular body. You could feel the hard ridges and angles of his sculpted figure.

With his other hand he picked up the two bottles of liquor left outside before making the short trip into the house.

In the meantime your lips found work on the expanse of his neck and broad traps. You licked, kissed, and sucked as hard as you could, determined to leave traces of your presence, a little ‘(Y/N) was here.’

Zoro opened the door with a free finger and quickly made his way to one of the rooms in the far back of the house, locking the door in the process. He grunted when you nipped at his earlobe, tongue massaging the skin behind his piercings. You loved the way the cold metal felt against your face, those earrings were the very first thing you noticed on him and the feeling of them had your pussy clenching.

He placed you down on the bed, now seeming even more massive in front of you. You stood quickly, pressing a heated kiss to his mouth, leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw and neck. Your hands made quick work of his vacation button up, allowing you more space to kiss his searing skin.

Zoro’s hum was content, grabbing his bottle of sake and taking a few heavy drinks, allowing you to kiss down his figure.

A hand ran lightly down Mihawk's scar on his front before stopping at his haramaki. He pulled it off quickly alongside his shirt, giving you access to his well defined v-line.

You were fucking drooling, it wouldn't be a surprise if you found of out he was the personification of some god, so dangerous, defined. . . delicious. His extensive training was rewarding in too many ways.

You tugged experimentally at the waistband on his shorts, looking Zoro in the eyes when you turned to him, pushing the man to sit on the bed as you sank to your knees. The sight of you so willing to stuff your mouth so full with his dick made Zoro the hardest he thinks he's ever been.

Zoro raised his hips, shimmying out of his pants, bulge even more prominent now, straining against light blue boxers. When he slipped those off too you’re eyes went a bit wide. The man was big, nine inches long and about an inch thick.

His cock slapped against solid abs, a slight curve to the left with a prominent vein on the bottom. The trail of short green hair that decorated his tanned body was in full view and that's when you decided that this must be the best sight in the world. You licked your lips, eager to get a taste of the precum squeezing from his darkened and excited tip.

Gently, you took the base of his dick in hand, leaning it towards you as you collected spit in your mouth. You let a glob dribble down to lubricate him while the green-haired man stared into your eyes.

Before you could move to put your lips on him, he was quick to tilt your chin up, the quarter full handle of whiskey in hand. You opened your mouth, tongue stuck out as you let the man pour liquor down your throat.

You drank eagerly, grabbing Zoro’s wrist when he went to pull the substance away, forcing him to keep pouring. You tightened your hold below his waist, gulping down the liquor and reveling in the burn against your throat.

‘It’s a trailer for the main event’ you reasoned with yourself.

“Fuuuck.” Zoro groaned at the sight, finally placing the bottle down somewhere you couldn't bother to acknowledge.

You licked your lips, smiling up at him the second your tongue finally met his cock, a quick breath left his lips as he studied your movements. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his hot, mushroom-y head, slowly starting to jerk your wet hand up and down his length.

You could hear Zoro's breathing get heavier and it only worked to excite you more, taking his tip into the warmth of your mouth earning a hiss from the divine man before your. Your tongue circled him as your hand increased the speed and pressure of its movements. His dick slid so comfortably in your hand, it didn't matter that you could barely get a proper hold.

An encouraging hand fell to the back of your head, tangling into the wild mane of curls that Zoro oh so adored.

You were surprised at his gentleness, not comprehending how realization had hit him like a truck the moment you lowered yourself between his knees. Here you were, (Y/N) (L/N), the woman who managed to frustrate him to no end, who took over both his active and unconscious mind, who's thought had him whining and finishing himself with an embarrassing vigor.. was right here. Fulfilling a desperate fantasy of his just as eager, maybe even more so, than he was.

With every jerk of your hand, you took the man deeper into your mouth, the first soft groan dripped off his lips and you hummed with some pride. The vibration from your throat caused Zoro to grip at your hair, his back hunching over as the pleasure of your tight lips built higher and higher.

It was a struggle, fighting back your gag reflex, but you successfully covered his entire length, your hand now massaging at his tightening balls.

"Fu-uck your so good at this," Zoro's voice broke slightly at first. His demeanor had changed when he could feel his abdomen clenching, almost painfully, grappling with the conflicting pleasures of leaning back and letting you work his cock so wonderfully or fucking that cute little face.

He chose the latter.

Zoro pulled your head halfway off of him before pushing you back down, ensuing a startled moan and the swallowing of your throat around his heavy cock. "You're such a fucking whore, sucking this dick down your throat. Just can't get enough can you?" he leered, heavy eyes narrowed in your direction.

Your eyes glistened from your efforts as you looked up at him in horny surprise, you could feel an unbearable wetness between your legs from the dirty way he spoke to you. You were the one to drive people insane with your words, but you had to suck it up for now considering his dick was currently plugging your throat. Wet squelching sounded in the room, spit bubbling at the corners of your lips as Zoro began to use your mouth much faster.

Your arousal was rising exponentially as Zoro's strained grunts and cusses became louder and more frequent. They were so guttural, rumbling straight from his chest, you couldn't help but moan out on his cock, slurping and gargling as he face-fucked you to his likening. Your eyes rolled back and spit coated your chin, the feeling of your wet throat fluttering around him was sending him closer and closer to that edge.

He didn't want to cum down your throat, at least not tonight, and you knew that. Zoro tugged at your hair, a half-assed attempt at pulling you off, but your eyes returned to his own, brows furrowed in genuine agitation as you swatted at his hand. You would just have to make him cum again is all.

Taking the reigns, you began to viciously deep throat the swordsman, your hands balanced on the tree stumps he had for thighs; pressing your tongue against the sensitive spot at the very base of his cock and dragging it up before slamming your nose back into curly green hair on his pelvis. "Sh-shit (Y/N), fuck." Zoro groaned out above you, his breaths labored while his hand fisted your roots with a delicious burn.

"Mhmmm" you struggled to moan around him, his balls tightened in your hand and with a few more bobs of your head Zoro was spurting hot streams of viscous cum right down your throat.

You pulled your head off of him with a final harsh suck that had him shuddering, looking Zoro in his lustful eyes as you swallowed his load. He tasted good, a little sweet, salty, and tangy, pretty much everything about sucking Zoro's dick was proving to be both fun and rewarding.

With one last kiss to his sensitive tip, you raised to stand up, the movement of your jeans adding a bit of friction to your neglected core.

Zoro's eye followed you, hands coming to rub up and down your exposed waist as he caught his breath. Carefully, you pulled the cropped tank-top over head, discarding it somewhere in the room. Zoro's fingers fiddled with the button on your denim shorts, popping it open and pulling the zipper down.

You peered into black pupils as his hands tugged on the waist of your bottoms, he had to put in a fair bit of effort to get the material over your behind, "How'd you even get into these?" Zoro wondered more to himself than anything, marveling at the way he could see the sides of your ass jiggle from the front.

Sure Zoro had been with his fair share of women, a few men, but not a single one had captivated him the way you could. They didn’t even come close.

On top of that, only once the man finally managed to get your pants down to your ankles did he notice the soft, bright green, thong-like underwear and black lace bra you were wearing.

A low whistle streamed from Zoro's lips as he eyed you like a full set of weights, he twirled his finger around, "Spin for me," he said, somewhat as a suggestion but you smiled, turning a full 180 and looking back at him over your shoulder. His fingers traced patterns over your hips, your backside his center of attention before you turned back to face him.

"This f’me too?" he tugged at the elastic of your panties, the hue was a close match to his hair, plus, everyone knew that green was his color. Obviously.

You winked, crawling on top to straddle him once more, your wet core pressing against his hardening cock through the fabric. "Maybe they are. I was hoping you'd be taking them off for me."

Zoro groaned into the air, pressing his hips up into yours, his hands on your waist pulling you down. The pressure made you hum with delight, but before you could start to grind on him, Zoro was quick to roll over.

“I did say I’d be the one fucking you.” he pointed out with nonchalance, finally able to admire your form underneath him. Your legs were open, loose around his hips in your drunken confidence, giving Zoro the perfect sight of a little wet patch in your underwear. His thumb pressed on it making you jump a little, he chuckled and teasingly swiped his thumb up your slit.

Looking back up, he saw you had already taken off the bra, tits sitting pretty from your propped upper body. Zoro used his weight to pin you to the bed, his mouth quick to find your own, the kiss was strong and sloppy and left you out of breath as he proceeded to leave a wet trail up your jaw and down your neck.

You took a sharp inhale through your nose when Zoro’s callused fingers grazed over a nipple. It was so uncharacteristic, you thought, how gentle he could be with your body. You were expecting it rough, fast, animalistic… regardless, his touches left you spinning.

Prayers answered, Zoro’s pinches became stronger, making you mewl at the attention he paid your breast. Bites littered your now sensitive chest and upper shoulders as his mouth attached to your aching bud. Soft breaths and sighs flowed from your abused lips, waist squirming in neglect.

You moaned when he sucked, beginning to bite at your flesh. Zoro wanted you screaming, begging, whining under his hands, only to prove that you can’t handle what he can do to you. And trust, the motherfucker is gonna get what he wants.

Realization settled in when his precise wet tongue rimms your nipple, “Fucking tease,” you hissed your words coming out as more of a moan than you had hoped for.

Zoro rolled his eyes at you, letting his gaze traverse your skin as he leaned his weight onto his knees. The clapping sound of his slightly cupped hand coming to smack your pussy forced a struggled moan through your whole body, jerking further up onto the bed.

“Needy slut.” he quipped back, following your hips as his thumb pulled the panties to the side. Zoro’s dick pulsed at the sight of fat lips connected with your glossy essence. His thumb broke the seal of your wetness and the poor man nearly came at the way you leaked all over his finger.

“You’re too wet for your own good,” he chuckled with a hint of genuine admiration, thumb swiping over your entrance, pressing down hard when he found your clit. “Nngh~!” you moaned out, eyes nearly rolling back at the sudden sensation. His other hand grabbing his sake to take a long drink. “You’re not going to be able to take what I can give you, sexy little thing.”

“Oh please” you rolled your eyes with a huff despite feeling yourself tighten up involuntarily “You’re always so fast to talk so grand of yourself.” you keened slightly when you moved your hips against his finger.

“And when’s the last time I didn’t prove it?” Zoro smirked, an evil glint in his eye. The man didn’t give you a chance to even consider an answer before his face was on your pussy. Zoro’s thick arms wrapped around the fat of your ass and thighs, his weight stretching you open, barred out for his viewing pleasure, brown folds glistening in his face like a pretty glazed dessert. He stuffed his nose into your clit, hungrily taking in your scent.

‘Maybe’ you thought, ‘I am in over my head.’ Your face flushed a purple-ish hue, attempts to close your legs proving fruitless versus Zoro's brutish strength. His tongue hurriedly slid into your entrance, the tip just barely filling your hole. He wiggled around, collecting your juices, pushing them to smear over your clit.

A huffed breath left your lips as Zoro's show really began. His trained tongue was sturdy, unwavering in the way he ran tight circles around your bud. "O-ooh my god," your hands flew to grasp at his short, mossy hair in almost no time. The pressure of Zoro's tongue was unmatched, jaw well trained to endure hours of battle, inadvertently making him a pussy (& booty) munching god.

If there were two things Zoro loved, it was drinking and pussy, so being pussy-drunk, of all the ways to experience you, was right up his ally. His tongue was hot and wet, laid flat to engulf all of you before going back to poking and fucking into your sopping entrance. "Z-zoro!" you whimper-cried, no longer able to hold back, every technique he tested on your pussy building onto the last.

Your breathing was labored, you could feel random muscles tensing and straining from the intensity of Zoro's mouth on you. All of the people you slept with had to really put in work to make you cum, but this seemed to be second nature to Zoro, as distant pleasure began to knot in your abdomen.

He was better than your fucking vibrator.

Your pretty moans rang in his ears and he couldn't help but rut his length into the mattress beneath you two, groaning right back into your heat at the stimulation. Zoro popped his mouth off your cunt with harsh a suck to your clit, he wanted at least a glimpse of your face ‘If she sounds this beautiful she must look even better.’ was the general train of thought.

Zoro raised his head slightly, his black eyes narrowed from the angle as he caught sight of your flushed face, mouth parted with tousled hair, your chest rising and falling unevenly. And he was correct, you looked down right ethereal.

A whine bubbled in you at the loss but you were immediately shut up by his tongue back on your clit, rubbing and flicking shapelessly with a new vigor so overwhelming you could immediately feel your walls clenching. He then wiggled the tops of his ring and middle fingers into you, finger pads pushing up at the flesh of your heat.

The vibration of his own grunts were heavenly against your sensitivity, "Mmhmph! Zoro I-" The desperation in your voice caused him to fully thrust his thick fingers into your gaping pussy. The sensation had your back arching in his iron grip, shoulder blades digging into the springs of the mattress.

Your fingers laced together in his hair, pulling his rapid tongue even harder against you. "Z-Zoroo-o” a drawled out pornographic moan ripped from your throat, eyes nearly popping out of your skull. “O-oh, my, god.” your words were gutteral, cut with every gasping breath you could manage while Zoro bullied his fingers in and out of you.

“Look at you, such a dirty girl taking my fingers like that.” The man’s smile was devilish as he shifted up a little to watch your face scrunch in ecstasy. “Gonna cum on my fingers baby? You gonna make a mess of these sheets for me?” Zoro’s voice was low and gravely, the alcohol in his system causing him to speak every thought.

And the alcohol in your system had you submitting to his every word, you just couldn't find the willpower to go against him when he was treating your pussy so painfully good. He was so dominating, igniting every nerve along your skin, you nodded hurriedly at his question, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed as he suffocated you with his presence. “Uh-uh” Zoro shook his head, doubling down his efforts and pistoning his digits into you, rocking the bed with his movements. "Gonna have to use your words mama,"

You clenched around him hard, feeling pleasure pool in your knotting abdomen. You were a sucker for pet names and he was unknowingly feeding right into it. "Zoro!" you cried out in his grip, your body running from the intensity, "Zoro Zoro I'm gonna-!"

He brought his tongue back to lick sloppy lines all over your clit and the area surrounding, he held you in place with one arm, your body in too much ecstasy to fight back. Zoro's ears were met with a ringing cry, "Zoro! I'm cumming!" your legs trembled in place around his neck, nails digging into his scalp. Zoro sucked lightly on your clit, drawing out your orgasm as you continued to cream all over his fingers and chin.

“Mm, you taste better than I thought." He crawls up to lay a chaste kiss on your bitten lips, eying your chest as you try to regulate your breathing. "That was so good," you admitted in a state of post-orgasmic delirium.

"Was?" Zoro questioned, his mouth closing in on your own, trailing you into another breathless, crushing kiss. You could just feel that sly-shit eating grin on face as again he locked your lower half in his meaty arms again with a speed you forgot he possessed. This time he pushed your legs up almost like a mating press. His thumbs were hooked into the backs of your thighs, fingertips on the bed, the force of his hands more than enough to render you more or less immobile once again.

Your hands grasped at the sides of his head, tugging it between your calves to press a heated kiss to his mouth. You moaned softly against his lips, tongues wet and hot against one another.

Your heart raced in its place, you couldn't do anything but stare, frozen in drunken anticipation as he glided back down your golden figure, hazy, sex driven eyes locked on your own with that billion bounty smile.

Both knees were pinned to your shoulders by his massive hands alone, broad arms stretched up to lock you in place. “You said you could take it, right?” Zoro mused, there wasn’t even time to contemplate his words before Zoro’s forefingers came to cling behind your waist. The man proceeded to lift your entire fucking body into the air. Immediately his hot mouth cupped the whole of your pussy, angling you such that the only way to balance was with your core on his face and your hands clutching at his hair.

Zoro’s tongue reached far deeper into your sensitive cunt than before and there was nothing you could do but try to accept the overwhelming pleasure he poured into you. A coarse moan ripped through your throat as his tongue began to move rapidly against the wet surface of your pussy. Your core clenched and burned with the effort it took to stay up straight. His nose nudged and bumped upwards against your clit sending an addictive pleasure throughout your figure.

“Zo- Zoro-!” your overstimulated cries were as desperate as he was relentless. The sight of his firm arms supporting your weight coupled with the feeling of Zoro’s menacingly strong tongue licking and stretching your poor little pussy out made it impossible to ignore the white pleasure that blinded your nerves with zero warning.

“OhMyGodZoro-! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!” Your climax hit you full force, and you whimpered beautifully into the air. You glanced down in your struggle to regain breath, eyes widening at the sight of Zoro’s face, neck and even shoulders soaked. There was a successful glimmer in his eye. “Squirter and a creamer” he grinned, the movements of his lips against your sensitivity made your face bloom with heat and your body twitch in his grasp. “Put me down” You huffed out breathlessly and rolling your eyes at his comment. The pressure of his structured face on your core was not aiding in the recovery from your second orgasm of the night.

“If you insist.”

You could feel his sinister intent as soon as he shuffled to lock his elbows under your knees, securing his large hands around your waist Zoro held your body against the surface of the bed. Your fingers digging into his forearms as he lifted your lower half into the air.

A hoarse moan of his name drew his attention to you, your hand ran down the length of his arm, fingertips brushing at his lips, still wet and shiny. It was your attempt at getting him slow down if only for a second. Zoro’s face drew a wide drunken smile as he folded you slightly to press a kiss to your wanting mouth. Emotions were all over the place what with your body singeing with pleasure and his need to make you feel good. His kiss absolutely melted you, body relaxing into him.

Zoro studied your messy, post-orgasm face with satisfaction, he held your sexy, arched body such that the tip and underside of his hot dick was running up and down your slit with the movement of his hips. You groaned, you could feel your pussy blooming to finally take him despite being licked raw minutes before.

He let a bit of spit fall onto your pulsing clit, adding to the feeling of your wetness against his cock.

“What’d ya say?”

Zoro’s voice had your lidded gaze pulling off his pretty dick to his face. “Hmm?” Your voice was tired and strained and the emptiness of your needy hole was wearing your patience thin. “What, do you, say?” he repeated himself slowly, your confusion chipping at your arousal. “Zoro-“ your attitude was quickly resurfacing, the swordsman could hear it in your voice.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, interrupting your attempt at protesting by filling you completely with his dick. He wanted to keep you this cute and submissive, at least until the end of the night. “Oh fuck” there were stars in your eyes with the way Zoro stretched you out, a beautiful pressure emanating from your core. An unfiltered moan erupted from his chest and made you clench hard on him.

“The answer was please~” His hips drew back before pushing into your plush walls with a seductive roll of his waist line. Zoro could admit he was showing off a little, but the way you openly ogled his figure between your legs and moaned with unabashed lust at the sight made him all the more eager to undo you on his dick.

A deep hum reverberated in his chest as he continued to offer long strokes to your quivering pussy. “Z-zoro~” desire dripped off your tongue and your legs stretched wider with an addictive burn. Zoro raised a brow, continuing his just too slow pace. “Little slut, acting like you want more like you weren’t just pushing my face away.” Your face ran a flushed shade of purple at his words, the way he treated you was dynamic and had your already inebriated mind spinning in the best way possible.

Zoro picked up his pace, his eyes catching yours, daring you to look away from him. Both of you knew you couldn’t, even with your eyes nearly rolling back from the way he was fucking you. Hips snapping, pussy squelching with the aftermath of his tongue, his dick was filling you up so perfectly. There was a burn in your stomach when Zoro’s hands squeezed tighter at your waist, your own scratching at what you could reach of his broad shoulders.

There was a stutter in your voice and your body jerked at his intensity. “Mmmh, Zoroo~ Y-you’re gonna make me cum againn” you drawl out to the man. Zoro’s lucid motions were unfazed.

“Then cum.”

The way his gaze burned solidified Zoro’s demand. Your eyes actually rolled back this time as your body was proving itself to be his to command. You came hard again, Zoro fucking you straight through your third orgasm. Your whimpers were a few octaves higher as he allowed your lower half to hit the mattress, pushing you down into a mating press. Dick still in you Zoro actually started to sped up.

“W-wait Zoro-“ you tried to plead with him, you could feel your body falling into a numb yet increasingly pleasurable tingle, it was too much. “Wait?” Zoro slowed down just a little, body curling over yours, nose pressing into your cheek as he tried to drowned himself in your scent, “for what?”. Your face reddened and he bit back a smile as he felt you growing flustered.

Zoro’s hips still sliding in and out of you, “I-“ he thrusted sharply watching your eyes threaten to cross at the sudden sensation.

“You…?” he teased, returning to a slow pace that he could feel was getting you impossibly wetter.

“Zoro! It’s too much!” you whined out in frustration, tears beading at your lash line. Your arms were now around his neck, clawing at the expanse of his upper back. “Aww, what happened baby?” he cooed, Zoro’s lips were at your ear as he picked up some speed,

“Can’t handle it?”

You couldn’t even remember having said those words to him earlier, but there was a victoriously cheeky smile on his rugged face when you shook your head fast. Tears rolled onto your plump cheeks, a strangled moan escaping your lips when you fully u understood that he was not finished with you yet.

“Zoro ple-ease!” the tone of your voice was desperate, for more or less you couldn’t tell.

“One more mama, j-just gimme one more.” his voice was lustful and slurred as he began to piston his dick right into your g-spot, balls slapping against your ass. You choked his name out as legibly as possible, your whines and moans were pitched and short of breath as you felt your eyes losing focus.

Zoro marveled at the sight of you, pretty curvy body smushed under his weight, there was spit dribbling from the corner of your mouth and your eyes crossed threatening to close. A slap to the side of you ass just barely had your attention back on Zoro as he rose to his knees after stealing the air from your lungs with a kiss.

You were so tight and warm around him Zoro knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. His thumb rubbed fast circles into your clit earning a high moan of his name. “Mm such a tight fucking pussy,” Zoro growled out, committing to memory the way you mewled and your body trembled.

He used the corner of his palm, right under his thumb, to brush away stray tears on your face. “You’re so pretty like this,” he gasped, hips stuttering at the way you gripped him from the praise.

“Z-zoro,” his name seemed to be the only thing coming out of your mouth and he was enjoying it to its fucking fullest.

“Fuck (Y/N)…” Your green haired wonder was breathless, mesmerized by the way sweat glistened over the hickies he left across your chest. “Fuck,” Zoro’s thumb moved faster, body leaning back in so to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed. You grabbed the side of his jaw, pulling him down to kiss you, whimpering into his mouth Zoro felt your body quake harder.

“Go ahead, baby,” he managed to grunt out between powerful, erratic thrusts. With a final moan of his name against his lips you were squeezing almost too tight as you gushed and spasmed around his cock.. “Fuck!” Zoro leaned his weight on his elbows, his body relaxing over you as he spilled into your pretty cunt.

A light groan was pulled from your swollen lips when Zoro pulled himself from you, he watched, biting the inside of his lip, as a mix of you both leaked onto the curve of you ass and down to the bedsheets. It made him wanna fuck you again.

Your breath was shaky as you tried to regulate yourself. Zoro rolled, the skin of his back finding relief against the cool sheets beside you. You could hear him breath deeply through his nose, knowing his eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping.

A few moments of silence were followed by Zoro watching with one eye as you shuffled slowly on the bed, reaching over his head to grab a still-open bottle of liquor from the bed stand.

He licked at your titty you didn’t realize had been hung over his face, your body tensed for a second and you couldn’t really fight the smile that graced your features despite smacking his head lightly. You leaned on your side, facing Zoro with one arm propping your head up. He turned slightly to face you, a hand coming to trace shapes on your still trembling hips.

He grinned at the fact, watching as you drank a shot or two.

“I told ya you couldn’t handle it.”

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hehe, thx for reading :)

[killrwail]

ok so splatoon x toki pona is way more popular than i expected it to be... anyways i'm back with a new translation! I did this today when I had 2 hours to spare during college and yeah!

mi toki ante e toki pi Supulape (Splatfest) Pokemon tawa toki pona! mi wile e ni: ona li pona tawa sina! fonts used: project paintball splatfont 2 (don't know og source, maybe deleted? lmk if u have it)

rest below the cut, wahey~! mute li lon noka tu, Waje~!

lipu lili: - mi ante e "jan" tawa "kala". mi pilin e ni: ni li musi! "kala pona" li sama "jan pona". ona li toki e Pokemon la ni li musi - "Pokemon" li nimi wan. "Supulape" kin. pilin mi la ni li pona - tenpo ni la ni li nimi Supulatun. mi sona ala e ni: mi nimi Supulatu e ona tan seme a a a - ni li jo e pakala la ike mi! - pali tu (collab / two-work / split work) - tu ante (partner / other half? this was a shot in the dark. if it's really wrong then pretend i said kala pona again!) - there's a point where i use a verb + e without a subject. i don't know if this is typically allowed - and one more thing, i don't know if "namako la" is a thing people say, but even if it's unconventional i thought it was fitting for frye - actually i was just proofreading and completely forgot i put epiku and i laughed really loud thanks me! (and the results of my proofreading - i forgot to capitalise Wa but that's all i can see)

pini!

sina pona tan sina lukin e ni! mi pana e ni:

mi tawa!

[ivanreycristo]

Cada vez q veo la foto del TUERCE-BOTAS de Pau DONES de JARABE DE PALO (eso es lo q llamo ALGUIEN q tiene 12-2-14 a CRISTO O EL SOL delante sabiendo quien soy y conociendo la revelacion..y no es capaz de ACLARAR ALGO.. apesar q la primera frase de la cancion QUIERO SER POETA q abre su 1er cd LA FLACA dice " He aprendido cómo andar por encima del Sol sin quemarme los pies

Lo he podido abrazar sin notar el calor que dicen que desprende

He aprendido a volar con el viento que sopla tan solo pa verte"..).. delante de las TORRES GEMELAS con un cartel de MEANING OF LIFE con una pierna rota x jugar al futbol para grabar video LA FLACA (una cubana a la q x solo un BESO TODO LA DABA..pues el AMOR TE PUEDE COSTAR TODO EN ESTE MUNDO DE EVA Y $ATANA$) y ser promocionado en el cd CARACTER LATINO financiado ESCAMOTEADAMENTE x la marca de tabaco DUCA-2..LLORO DE LA RISA

[dadjokestop]

Teaching math can be a serious business, but it doesn't have to be all about numbers and formulas! Inject some laughter into your classroom with these math jokes for teachers. Whether you need a quick laugh to lighten the mood or a clever way to engage your students, these jokes are perfect for all occasions. Let’s get counting! Why Math Jokes Matter Math jokes not only bring humor into the classroom but also help students relate to mathematical concepts in a fun and engaging way. They can serve as a great icebreaker or a way to relieve stress during tough lessons. Let’s dive into these delightful jokes! 1. Why was the equal sign so humble? Because he knew he wasn’t less than or greater than anyone else! 2. What do you call a number that can’t keep still? A roamin’ numeral! 3. Why did the student wear glasses in math class? To improve his division! 4. How does a mathematician plow fields? With a pro-tractor! 5. What’s the official animal of Pi Day? The Pi-thon! 6. Why was the fraction worried about marrying the decimal? Because he would have to convert! 7. What’s a math teacher’s favorite place in NYC? Times Square! 8. Why didn’t the two 4’s feel like an 8? Because they were just even! 9. How do you stay warm in a cold math classroom? You take off your math! 10. Why did the teacher go to the beach? To work on her tan-gent! 11. What do you call an educated tube? A graduated cylinder! 12. How do you make seven an even number? Just take the s’ out! 13. What’s a math teacher’s favorite dessert? Pi! 14. Why did the obtuse angle go to the beach? Because it was over 90 degrees! 15. Why are parallel lines so tragic? Because they’ll never meet! 16. What’s the integral of 1/cabin? A natural log! 17. Why was the math book sad? Because it had too many problems! 18. How did the student solve the math problem? With x-tra effort! 19. Why can’t you trust math teachers? Because they make up everything! 20. What do you call a math teacher who’s gone bad? Histori! These math jokes for teachers are a fantastic way to brighten up your classroom and make learning more enjoyable. Share them with your students and watch the smiles spread!

[kristabella1506]

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GANA EN PESAS

Obtenga un apoyo y una estabilidad considerables para el entrenamiento de resistencia con carga.

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★ PARA PRINCIPIANTES. Nike Metcon 8. ¿Primera incursión en pesos? En Metcon es una inteligente. Incluso los clases de fuerza fuerza más duras con esta de culto respuesta respuesta a cada movimiento. La nueva edición incorpora más ligera y transpirable más transpirable.

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CORRE MÁS FUERTE Y MÁS RAPIDO

Zapatillas que soportan el kilometraje, la velocidad velocidad, un trote informal y todas las carreras intermedias.

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★ PARA CARRERAS DE RECUPERACIÓN. Nike Invincible 3. Un par suave que está diseñado específicamente para contrarrestar el dolor y la fatiga de entrenamientos duros. Echa un vistazo a la amortiguación, que te impulsa desde el suelo y ofrece un aterrizaje suave.

★ PARA INTERVALOS EN LA CINTA DE CORRER. Tracksmith Eliot Runner. La primera zapatilla lanzamiento de esta empresa de running, Eliots "son elegantes y ligeras y tienen ese rebote rebote rápido que velocidad", dice Andriakos. Me encanta.

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★ PARA UN AJUSTE FIRME. Lululemon Blissfeel 2. "Solía pensar que prefería max cushion, pero estos son más resistentes. Estoy obsesionado", dice Andriakos, que calza su par para de cuatro a seis kilómetros. "La plantilla se adapta al pie y tiene un buen soporte para el arco y tiene mucho estilo".

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★ PARA JOGGING. Hilma Running Shoe. Responde algunas preguntas para identificar cuál de nueva marca de esta nueva marca. (Nos personalización) Editora de WH Fitness Jennifer Nied, los describe como "pantalones de chándal para pies" - geniales para carreras recreativas.

CROSS-TRAINING CON CONFIANZA

Saluda a los zapatos todoterreno que te permiten pasar de una modalidades sin problemas ni lesiones (¡o un cambio de calzado!).

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★ PARA MAYOR COMODIDAD. Mizuno TF-02 Training Shoe. "Las zapatillas son ingrávidas para cualquier entrenamiento. Además la bola del pie pie se agarra durante las elevaciones", dice WH Directora Adjunta de Arte, Christine Giordano (asidua al CrossFit).

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HACIA LOS SENDEROS.

Las bases que te mantienen estables contra la grava, barro, charcos y más.

★ FACILITADOR DE LA RESISTENCIA. Speedland GS:TAM. La pareja boyante aporta consuelo a los que sufren. "Me sentí en control en cada terreno y rápido en la arena inestable", afirma Nied.

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★ AMADO POR LOS EXPERTOS. Arc’teryx Norvan LD 3 GTX. Lan Chen, MD, profesor asociado profesor de ortopedia clínica de la Universidad de California en San Francisco, dice: "De apoyo, y suela Vibram en terrenos irregulares".

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★ ESTRELLA EN ASCENSO. Brooks Running Catamount 2. "Llevé el Catamount senderismo varios catorce montañas", dice Nied. "Aguantan en senderos rocosos y ocasionales ocasionales y son suficientemente flexibles".

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★ APTO PARA PRINCIPIANTES. Columbia Peakfreak II Mid OutDry Boot. Técnicamente una bota, este paquete de rendimiento rendimiento de una zapatilla de confianza. "Es elegante, ofrece sujeción del tobillo y tobillo y tracción, y no período de adaptación", dice Andriakos.

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★ GANADOR DE AJUSTE AMPLIO. Altra Lone Peak 7. Los Picos Solitarios tienen abrumadoramente positivas críticas por lo flexibles que son cuando hace calor. "Si notas que tus pies se hinchan o te salen ampollas cuando hace calor, pruébalos", dice Andriakos.

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★ CAMPEÓN DE CLIMA FRÍO. Merrell Moab Speed Gore-Tex X Sweaty Betty. "El Gore-Tex mantiene los pies calientes y los elementos", dice Andriakos. Este par en concreto, una colaboración con Sweaty Betty, es extra jazzy gracias a los colores poppy.

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[ivanreydereyes]

Me parece tan significativo q la 2da mujer (la Argentina Romina BELLUSCIO presentadora del programa TONTERIAS LAS JUSTAS) del jugador de FUTBOL q mas veces me he cruzado (la ultima como entrenador de INFANTILES del REAL MADRID en el CAMPO DE FUTBOL de EL CAPRICHO).. como es GUTI (me lo cruze 5 veces.. Como fue junto a su 1era mujer la presentadora MUSICAL Arantxa de BENITO en la tienda de INFORMATICA de EL CORTE INGLES junto a la entonces recien incendiada TORRE WINDSOR vispera de SAN VALENTIN'05 x lo q no pudo entregar miles de pedidos de FLORES).. q tiene tatuado la VENIDA DEL ESPIRITU SANTO O LA PALOMA.. la CRUCIFIXION CON la VIRGEN a los pies..a EVA y un ANGEL con 666..aparte de 2 cruces entrelazadas con SINCERIDAD Y RESPETO..

.. Posara con el cartel de la pelicula LO CONTRARIO AL AMOR q es JUSTO el EGO Y VANIDAD q tienen todo este tipo de MUJERES

Todo esto con el PUTO REAL MADRID más la POLLADA DE SU REMODELADO ESTADIO..solo PUEDE SER OBRA DE UN LOCO MAS Q DE UN MALVADO

[prozesa]

🙂 DISPOSITIVOS Geniales de AMAZON que puedes COMPRAR en un TOP 12 [VÍDEO]

Hoy te voy a mostrar 12 dispositivos geniales que se pueden comprar en Amazon y que te van a sorprender. Son muy útiles, innovadores y divertidos, y los hay para todos los gustos y necesidades. Algunos de ellos son tan increíbles que parecen sacados de una película de ciencia ficción. Si quieres saber cuáles son, sigue viendo el vídeo hasta el final porque no te vas a arrepentir y vas a querer comprar alguno después de verlos. Te dejo los DISPOSITIVOS Geniales de AMAZON que puedes COMPRAR en un TOP 12: https://youtu.be/xHVKBVL0CUA Te puede interesar: - ✈️ AVIONES del FUTURO en un TOP 10 - 😮 CONCEPTOS del FUTURO que debes ver en un TOP 12 Índice: - 0:00 Introducción - 0:25 El láser para grabar sobre materiales Cubiio - 1:22 El masajeador de pies Zimmo Freefoot - 2:26 La linterna recargable BioLite AlpenGlow - 3:43 El temporizador digital TickTime Cube - 4:45 El smartwatch Huami Amazfit X - 6:01 El inflador de neumáticos Roidmi Portable Tire Inflator - 7:09 Las cerraduras inteligentes de Lockin Smart - 8:14 El pulgar robótico Third Thumb - 9:19 El reloj despertador con ruedas Clocky Alarm Clock - 10:17 El altavoz portátil inalámbrico JBL Pulse 4 - 11:21 El reloj de alta relojería Urwerk UR-112 AGGREGAT - 12:29 La lámpara plegable Gingko Smart Accordion Lamp   Read the full article

[nekoannie-chan]

No eres mi tipo

Título: No eres mi tipo.

Fandom: Marvel, Capitán América.

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora agente de S.H.I.E.L.D., ¿? X Lectora agente de S.H.I.E.L.D.

Clasificación: B.

Palabras: 746 palabras.

Advertencias: Ruptura, compromiso.

Sinopsis: Te diste cuenta de que Steve no era tu tipo.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Multifandom Flash Round 2, Annie-3002, cuadro 4:

“No eres mi tipo”.

Puedes leerlo en Wattpad y Ao3 también.

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La luz tenue del atardecer se filtraba a través de las cortinas entreabiertas, Steve Rogers, permanecía de pie junto a la ventana, con la mirada perdida en el horizonte. El silencio en la sala era abrumador, solo interrumpido por el crujir de la madera bajo sus pies. La tensión parecía aumentar a cada momento.

A su lado, tú observabas a Steve con ojos cansados, ojos que habían llorado demasiado en los últimos días. La noticia de que Steve planeaba regresar al pasado para vivir una vida que nunca había tenido con Peggy había sido un golpe devastador. Se había atrevido a decírtelo.

—Lo siento, pero tengo que intentarlo —fue lo que Steve te dijo, intentó abrazarte, pero lo rechazaste, saliste de la habitación, no querías volver a verlo. Querías que se fuera de tu casa, tú no pensabas mudarte, él era quien debía de sacar todas sus pertenencias.

Pasaron meses desde aquel día, meses en los que tú intentaste desesperadamente llenar el vacío que Steve dejó atrás, aunque finalmente encontraste consuelo en alguien más, solamente una persona había ido a buscarte y realmente parecía preocupado por ti. Hasta que un día, sin previo aviso, Steve regresó.

Tú estabas sentada en el sofá, hojeando un libro pero sin realmente leerlo. El sonido de la puerta al abrirse la hizo levantar la vista, y allí estaba él, de pie en el umbral, creías que habías sido muy clara. Steve se paró frente a ti con el uniforme del Capitán América, pero algo en su mirada había cambiado, algo que tú no pudiste identificar de inmediato.

—Estoy de vuelta —dijo Steve con una sonrisa nerviosa—. Creo que lo logré.

Le sostuviste la mirada, parecía que no se había dado cuenta de las nuevas fotos que reemplazaban las que alguna vez te habías tomado con él y exhibido en la sala.

—Lo hiciste —murmuraste. Steve asintió, acercándose lentamente.

—Sí, pero eso no es lo único que quiero decirte. Me di cuenta de que realmente quiero estar contigo.

Tú lo miraste fijamente, seguía sorprendiéndote lo ciego que podía ser.

—Pero ya no somos los mismos, Steve. Tú tomaste una decisión, una decisión que me destruyó en su momento y dejó cicatrices.

Steve suspiró, bajando la mirada, no parecía que se fuera a dar por vencido tan fácilmente. —Sé que te lastimé, y lo siento. Pero quiero intentarlo de nuevo. Quiero estar contigo, seguir adelante juntos.

Te levantaste del sofá, alejándote de él, pero acercándote a la puerta. —No es tan simple, Steve. No puedes volver y pretender que nada ha pasado. Dejaste todo atrás, incluso a mí. Me dejaste aquí, sola, preguntándome si volverías alguna vez, no podía encontrar consuelo.

Steve te siguió, tratando de agarrar tu mano. —Lo sé, y lo siento. Pero tomé esa decisión porque pensé que era lo correcto en ese momento. No sabía lo que iba a perder.

Te liberaste de su agarre. —Lo lamento, pero no eres mi tipo.

—No esperaba que fuera fácil, pero estoy dispuesto a intentarlo. Podemos superarlo juntos.

Negaste con la cabeza lentamente.

—No, Steve. Ya no quiero vivir en el pasado. No puedo construir mi futuro contigo después de todo esto —dijiste. Steve te miró con tristeza.

—¿Entonces eso es todo? ¿Nos despedimos aquí?

—Sí, Steve. Esto es lo mejor para ambos, yo ya he continuado con mi vida por si no te habías dado cuenta —alzaste tu mano para enseñarle el anillo de compromiso.

Él asintió con resignación, retrocediendo unos pasos, fue entonces cuando notó las fotos. —Lo siento, de verdad —Steve farfulló y salió de tu casa, cerrando la puerta tras de sí.

Te dejaste caer en el sofá, cuando dijiste que querías borrarlo de tu vida, lo decías en serio, no querías volverlo a ver, no obstante, tenías que admitir que sentiste algo de satisfacción cuando descubrió tu compromiso.

El sol se ocultaba en el horizonte, cuando escuchaste la puerta abrirse, tu prometido acababa de regresar de su misión, sonreíste al verlo.

—¡Brock! —exclamaste con emoción.

—Regresé y pasé a comprarte unos pastelillos, los que más te gustan.

—Serán el postre de la cena.

Luego te encargarías de decirle lo que había ocurrido ese día. Aunque probablemente no sería ningún problema, ya habían hablado de eso si en algún momento sucedía, pero lo que más te importaba era que continuaran con los preparativos de la boda, donde evidentemente no habían invitado a Steve, incluso te sentías mucho mejor sin él en tu vida.

[muyactual]

🙂 DISPOSITIVOS Geniales de AMAZON que puedes COMPRAR en un TOP 12 [VÍDEO]

Hoy te voy a mostrar 12 dispositivos geniales que se pueden comprar en Amazon y que te van a sorprender. Son muy útiles, innovadores y divertidos, y los hay para todos los gustos y necesidades. Algunos de ellos son tan increíbles que parecen sacados de una película de ciencia ficción. Si quieres saber cuáles son, sigue viendo el vídeo hasta el final porque no te vas a arrepentir y vas a querer comprar alguno después de verlos. Te dejo los DISPOSITIVOS Geniales de AMAZON que puedes COMPRAR en un TOP 12: https://youtu.be/xHVKBVL0CUA Te puede interesar: - ✈️ AVIONES del FUTURO en un TOP 10 - 😮 CONCEPTOS del FUTURO que debes ver en un TOP 12 Índice: - 0:00 Introducción - 0:25 El láser para grabar sobre materiales Cubiio - 1:22 El masajeador de pies Zimmo Freefoot - 2:26 La linterna recargable BioLite AlpenGlow - 3:43 El temporizador digital TickTime Cube - 4:45 El smartwatch Huami Amazfit X - 6:01 El inflador de neumáticos Roidmi Portable Tire Inflator - 7:09 Las cerraduras inteligentes de Lockin Smart - 8:14 El pulgar robótico Third Thumb - 9:19 El reloj despertador con ruedas Clocky Alarm Clock - 10:17 El altavoz portátil inalámbrico JBL Pulse 4 - 11:21 El reloj de alta relojería Urwerk UR-112 AGGREGAT - 12:29 La lámpara plegable Gingko Smart Accordion Lamp   Read the full article

[ahmedchouket]

Oui, vous pouvez tracer d'autres fonctions mathématiques avec ce programme en modifiant simplement la définition de la variable `y`. Par exemple, pour tracer la fonction cos(x), vous pouvez remplacer la ligne `y = np.sin(x) / x` par `y = np.cos(x)`. De même, pour tracer la fonction tan(x), vous pouvez utiliser `y = np.tan(x)`.

Voici un exemple de programme pour tracer la fonction cos(x) :

```

import numpy as np

import matplotlib.pyplot as plt

x = np.linspace(-10, 10, 1000)

y = np.cos(x)

plt.plot(x, y)

plt.xlabel('x')

plt.ylabel('cos(x)')

plt.title('Tracé de la fonction cos(x)')

plt.show()

```

Et voici un exemple de programme pour tracer la fonction tan(x) :

```

import numpy as np

import matplotlib.pyplot as plt

x = np.linspace(-np.pi/2, np.pi/2, 1000)

y = np.tan(x)

plt.plot(x, y)

plt.xlabel('x')

plt.ylabel('tan(x)')

plt.title('Tracé de la fonction tan(x)')

plt.show()

```

Notez que pour tracer la fonction tangente, nous avons utilisé `np.pi/2` plutôt que `10` pour la borne supérieure de la plage de valeurs de x, car la tangente est indéfinie à des valeurs de x qui sont des multiples impairs de pi/2.