#william moseley smut

[vinnieswife]

The sword room

Peter Pevensie x reader

words: 880

warnings: smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), peter being a little shit

"He wants to destroy me." You rolled your eyes.

"I think you could definitely beat him ... and then ... give him to me" Edmund smirked at your response, Caspian kept looking down and then looked back up at the two of you, as you were starting to argue about who has who.

"Don't worry Cas, just go out there and kick their smug asses."

"Right." Caspian hugged you as he shook Edmund's hand. Caspian pulled his mask over his head and grabbed his sword as he ran off towards the field.

"Ed?" You asked, as you went to sit in the stands. Peter Pevensie looked at you and all you could think of was his strong, warm body leaning against yours as he kissed you feverishly. You could almost imagine the smile he was giving you as he ran up and down your body. You look up at Edmund, a smile twining your lips. He glares at you.

"Don't even think about it missy, your brother would kill you and then kill me for letting you do it."

Halfway through the games, you could feel the tension getting tighter and tighter. Peter was aiming for Caspian, who was trying to stay away from Tummnus, who was the supposed assassin trying to kill all the supernatural beings in Narnia.

"He's doing really well." I nodded, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"Yeah. That other one, Peter. Caspian doesn't like him."

"I can feel it."

"Why is he looking at you like that?"

"I don't know. By the way, I'm going to run to the warehouse, okay? I'll talk to you in a bit."

"Sure." He nods. You head to the warehouse, completely dodging the many suits of armor that were stored there. As you sigh, leaning against the wall, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you turn around.

"Peter?" he smiled lowering his head "hello darling" you smiled back "I've missed you, I barely saw you today" his lips were about to touch yours.

"What if Caspian sees us?" you whisper, looking into his eyes through your lashes. “let him see then” he moved closer, his other hand landing on the other side of your neck. His heartbeat quickens, the closer he gets, your feet instinctively recoil, until your back presses against the rock wall. As his chest leans into yours, you take a deep breath, trying to control yourself.

"Please Pete." You whimper, reaching your hands out to grab his forearms. He gripped your waist tighter, before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes closing, before he moved closer, sliding your body closer. He bent down slightly, due to the large height difference between the two of you.

"Fuck, Peter." You gasped, as he pulled your shirt over your head. You looked up at him passionately, before jumping up, your legs wrapping around him. His hands remained at your sides, not touching you in the slightest. He found it incredibly sexy, that you could practically stay with him. You look down at his bright, beautiful face, biting your lip. You leaned down, as his hands reach for your ass, squeezing.

He pushed you against one of the warehouse benches, leaning over. He stopped to admire you for a second. You unbuttoned your skirt and slid the drawstring down seductively, before a hand slipped under your underwear. He rubbed you gently, sliding one hand up to cup your left breast.

He raised his eyebrows, "Damn, y/n." He groaned, tearing at your thighs and tugging at the remaining fabric. He moved your panties aside and licked your clit. You gasped, your fingers curling into his blond hair. He inserted two fingers into your slit, curling them instantly. You wiggled against his fingers, "Mmm, you like that?" The vibrations sent you into overdrive as Peter muttered the dirty words.

"Shit, Pete! Please!"

"Mm-mm." He shakes his head, before returning to sucking on your clit. He pulls away, drying his hands on his trousers, "I have a game to attend sweetheart." You stand up, your eyes bright with anger and disappointment.

"You didn't."

"Didn't what?" He smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"You're an asshole."

"I give you a reason to come back, am I right?" He spreads his arms wide to prove his point. You glare at him and tie up your skirt and shirt. You fixed your hair, while he gave you an amused look. Your storm passed him, you bumped your shoulder into his in "accident".

Peter walks behind you until you reach the gates of the camp, he left a kiss on your cheek. You scream, seeing him wink at you. He puts his helmet back on and runs into the field, excusing himself over the toilet and feeling dizzy. You stare in awe at the scene before running over to Edmund, who raises his eyebrows at you.

"I'll tell Caspian." He stands up, about to run towards your older brother. You push him down, seating him again.

"Tell him what?"

"That you had sex with Peter!" He ran off and you sighed.

"We didn't have sex." You bit your lip and looked at the man who knocked the wind out of you in the sword store, "Not yet."

[slxsherwriter]

Hello and welcome to my depraved little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of slasher and horror characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time

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Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

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Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Non-slasher writings blog: @rewritethisstxry

What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Who I write for:

Michael Myers (primarily Rob Zombie based)

Corey Cunningham

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Billy Loomis

Rusty Nail

Eric Newlon

Jesse Cromeans

Asa Emory

Stu Macher

Jedidiah Sawyer

Ethan Landry

Mickey Altieri

Tex Sawyer

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Jason Voorhees

Evan MacMillan

Frank Morrison

Caleb Quinn

John Ryder

Leslie Vernon

Ethan Belfrage

Dr. Richard Sommers

Lawrence O'Neill

Lawrence Gordon

Robert Englund characters

Wayne Jackson (A Good Day for It)

Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing)

Dr. Peter Andover (Fear Clinic)

Professor William Wexler (Urban Legend)

Doc Halloran (Behind the Mask)

Dr. Anton Rudolph (Python)

Jim Bickerman (Lake Placid)

Mayor Buckman (2001 Maniacs)

Warden Kane (The Funhouse Massacre)

Inkubus (Inkubus)

Sheriff Richard Berger (Heartstopper)

Scratch Monahan (Windfall)

Detective Gassner (Criminal Minds)

Mr. Meredith (Natty Knocks)

Costas Mandylor characters

Mark Hoffman (Saw)

The Warden (Death Count)

John Shepherd (Bloodthirst)

Agent Cole Bennett (Night of the Sicario)

Cylus Atkinson (The Horde)

Raymond Crowe (Saints & Sinners)

Jim (Blackout)

Chase Harper (Primal Doubt)

Stephan Lang characters

Norman Nordstrom (Don’t Breathe)

The Party Crasher (The Hard Way)

Miles Quartich (Avatar)

Fred Parras (VFW)

Holt Ramsey (A Good Marriage)

John Korver(Gridlocked)

Tony Cobb (Monkey Paw)

Nathaniel Taylor (Terra Nova)

Richard Brake characters

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane (3 From Hell)

Doom-head (31)

Dean Portman (Doom)

Otis Clairborne (RIPD 2)

William Colcott (The Gates)

Mr. Big (Bingo Hell)

Dr. Henry Augustus Wolfgang (The Munsters)

Norman Tyrus (A Good Day For It)

Bill Moseley characters

Otis Driftwood

Luigi Largo (Repo)

Darryl (Old 37)

Logan Burnhardt (Dead Air)

Frank (Fair Game)

Doc (Shed of the Dead)

Zach Garrett (Halloween)

Jake Spooler (The Practice)

Abner Honeywell (Natty Knocks)

Gimple (Minutes to Midnight)

Captain Harris (Welcome to Horrorwood series)

Farmer Sam (Hayride to Hell)

Bruce (Boar)

Jacob Sutter (The Horde)

Peter Van Hooten (The House of the Witchdoctor)

Deputy Henry Depford (Dead Souls)

[thepremedthatwrites]

Insufferable (pt. 3)

request: Hi lovely, can you do Peter pevensie x reader imagine, please? The reader meets Pevensies in Narnia, but from the beginning she and Peter can't get along together, lots of arguments, while secretly and slowly developing feelings towards each other they don't want to admit, lot of sexual tension before smth happens but eventually they'll end up together. you can include some smut stuff. Thanks xx

warning: smut below the cut

part 1 | part 2

“So, who is Aslan?” I asked as I leaned into the large chair, the smell of leather filling my nose.

“He’s the one true king of Narnia,” Lucy said, her posture straightening at my mention of his name.  Lucy was sitting on the floor of the library, in front of the chair in which Susan sat.

“But aren’t you all the rulers of Narnia?”

“Aslan rules above all of us, we answer to him.  After him is Peter and then the rest of us,” Susan explained.  

“And you are all from Earth too?” I asked.  They both nodded.  I played with the hem of my dress as I sat in thought.  “I just can’t believe that an entire world existed that I never knew of.  All these things- magic, fauns, talking lions- I never would have thought they existed.”

“I was just as shocked as you are,” Susan said, a slight smile on her face.  “Lucy never had much trouble adjusting to life in Narnia.  But I struggled with it.  All these things I was told weren't real were right in front of me.”

“But once you get past the initial shock, isn’t Narnia just beautiful?” Lucy asked.  She looked up at me from her seat, her eyes wide with anticipation as to what my answer would be.  I had just met the young queen, but I couldn’t help but feel the need to protect her.  From what, I couldn’t say.

“Yes, I have to agree,” I replied, a grin forming on Lucy’s face.

“I’m happy you like it here.  I can tell Narnia likes you too.”

“And how do you know that?”  

“I just do,” Lucy replied, shrugging her shoulders.  “I can feel it in my bones.”

“I can tell Peter likes you,” Susan added.  I felt my heart start to race at the mention of his name.

“I’m pretty sure the word you’re looking for is despise,” I said.

“No,” Susan said, shaking her head.  “If he despised you, you would be in the streets or worse, in a cell.”

“He should work on his people skills then,” I muttered, focusing my eyes on the floor.

“I think he’s scared of you leaving, that’s why he doesn’t want to get close to you.”

“Leaving?  I have nowhere to go.”

“Not leaving the castle,” Lucy added, her puppy-like eyes staring at me.  “But leaving Narnia.”

“I don’t know how to leave Narnia.  Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn’t.”

“Aslan has to be arriving soon, he will know how to get you back home,” Lucy explained.

“And once you know how to go back home, Peter doesn’t want to go through the pain of saying goodbye,” Susan said.  I chewed on the inside of my cheek while in thought.  Could it be true what Susan and Lucy were saying?  There was really only one way to find out.

“I’m sure he’s in his study right now,” Susan said, as if reading my mind.

“I can show you to it,” Lucy added, already springing up from her seat.  I slowly got up as well.  

“Let me know how it goes,” Susan said as she grabbed a book that had been sitting on the end table next to her chair.  I nodded before following Lucy out of the library and down the hall.  We went through windy hallways, a guard appearing every now and then guarding a door that led to who-knows-where.

“Here we are,” Lucy said, her voice slightly above a whisper.  “You might want to knock first, Peter’s probably buried in work.”  I nodded as Lucy started making her way back down the hall.  She paused for a moment, turning to look back at me, a small smile on her face.  “Good luck.”  She then turned back around before making her way down the hall and presumably back to the library.

I lightly knocked on the door to hear no answer.  I tried again, this time much harder.  There was a pause and for a moment I was afraid Susan and Lucy had been wrong and Peter wasn’t in his study.  “Come in,” a voice said through the door.  I let out a small sigh of relief before opening the door, grimacing at the sound of the door hinges squeaking.  Peter raised his eyebrows as he saw me come in.

“Hey,” I said, suddenly feeling much more awkward than I had felt before when I had been with him.  

“I really can’t talk right now.  I have all these papers I need to get through.”

“Then you can complain to your sisters, they’re the ones who sent me.”  Peter opened then closed his mouth as his mind tried to figure what to say next.

“Why did they send you to me?”

“So we can work out our differences,” I replied, a slight hint of sarcasm in my voice as a smirk formed on my face.  I walked towards his desk, letting the door fall closed behind me.  

“And what differences do we have exactly?” he asked, leaning back in his chair as I stopped in front of his desk, the dark wood covered by the white papers that were scattered around it.

“Well, you haven’t been the most welcoming host to exist,” I said, crossing my arms.

“Would you like me to apologize?  Would that make you feel better?”  I rolled my eyes.

“I just want to know what your problem is.”

“I don’t have a problem.”  The words came out sharp as he stood up from his seat.  His calm demeanor was starting to disappear and I wasn’t sure whether to continue or stop now.  I could see the muscles underneath his shirt tensing as I brought my eyes to meet his.  There was a layer of anger in them but it was thin in comparison to the layer of fear that hid behind it.  

“You’re scared,” I said, my voice echoing throughout the room.

“What?” he asked.  His shoulders were still tense but his eyebrows were no longer furrowed and a look of shock passed through his eyes.

“You’re scared of something,” I said.  Peter’s jaw clenched as he made his way over to me.  I looked up at him as he stood next to me so that we maintained eye contact.

“Aslan should be here soon, then you will be able to go home,” he said, his voice low.  His eyes tried to avoid mine as he focused on the spot behind my shoulder instead.

“You’re scared of getting close to me because you know I’ll be leaving.  That’s it, isn’t it?”  Peter shifted his weight between his feet.

“You shouldn’t be in here.  If someone learned we were alone in a room unsupervised they may start a multitude of rumors.”  I lightly placed my hand on his, a shock running through my entire body at the contact.

“You shouldn’t be scared.  No matter how long I’ll be here, we can try to make some kind of friendship.  I don’t want to spend my entire time here with this tension between us.”

“I can’t (y/n),” Peter said.  He sounded defeated as he spoke and I felt my heart twist at his words.  

“Why not?” I asked, my voice soft.

“Because I don’t think I can be just friends with you.  If I let you in, I know there will be a part of you forever merged with a part of me.  And if you were to leave, I would lose that part of me, along with you.”  His eyes were now looking back at mine and I found it hard to breathe as I burned under his intense stare.  I moved my hand from his and slowly brought it to his face.  He let out a soft sigh as my hand caressed his cheek.

“What if I didn’t leave,” I said, speaking softly as my thumb brushed his skin.  “What if when Aslan came I told him I wanted to stay here in Narnia.  With you.”

“(Y/n)...” Peter started and I felt my heart race at the way he spoke my name.  He didn’t speak but instead he seemed to be singing the syllables, letting the letters fly from his mouth and soar through the air.  We had slowly been making our way towards each other and by now, I could feel his warm breath, the scent of cedarwood filling my nose.  “Can I kiss you?”  I felt my breath hitch in my throat, the question hitting me like a brick.

“Yes,” I said quickly, surprised my voice even worked at all.  Peter dipped down, his lips pressing against mine.  My hands pushed on the back of his head, wanting him closer.  I heard a soft moan leave my mouth as his hands gripped my waist.  The kiss quickly picked up in intensity, both of our hands unable to stay still as we explored the other’s body.  The tension that had been building had finally been broken and the same euphoria flooded through me as when I took my hair out of a ponytail after a long day.

Peter had pushed me up against the desk, the wood digging into my lower back as his body pressed against mine.  “Do you trust me?” Peter asked, his breathing ragged as his mouth brushed my earlobe.  A shiver ran down my spine as his warm breath tickled the skin behind my ear.

“Yes,” I said, almost automatically and without any consideration as to what he may say next.

“Then jump.”  I did as commanded and he caught me, his hands wrapping my thighs around his waist as he sat my ass on top of his desk.  He continued to kiss me, his mouth first starting at my ear and ending at my mouth.  I kissed him back hungrily, my tongue impatiently licking his lips wanting access.  He didn’t wait to tease, instead parting his lips and having his tongue meet mine halfway.

His hands traveled to my skirt, pulling it up so that it collected around my waist.  “Peter,” I gasped, pulling away as his hands hovered over my clothed sex.  “What if someone walks in?”

“I guess we’ll have to be quick,” he said matter-of-factly before ripping off my underwear.  I leaned backwards, resting my weight on my forearm as my free hand held up my skirt to allow Peter easier access.  Peter leaned forward, giving me a soft kiss before pulling away and pulling down his trousers.  I let out a small whimper as I saw the size of his cock, my pussy already dripping wet at the thought of him inside me.  He spent a few seconds lining himself up, concentration etched in his face.  Without warning, he pushed in, my mouth falling open as I felt him fill me up perfectly.

“Oh Peter,” I gasped as he started at a slow pace.  His thumb traced circles over my clit, a soft moan leaving my mouth.  He had started to pick up the pace, knowing that we didn’t have much time.  He held up my leg, allowing him deeper access which caused me to moan loudly.  

“Fuck,” he gasped, his grip on my leg tightening.  “You feel so fucking good (y/n).”  His pace was now faster than ever, my body moving with each thrust.  The papers that had been on his desk were now scattered around the floor and edges of the desk.  My head fell backward as the pleasure started to become too much.  I felt myself start to tighten around him and I would have been embarrassed at how fast I had cum if it weren’t for how good it felt.

“That’s it, love,” Peter moaned, his eyes watching me as I shook with pleasure, my entire body twitching as the aftershocks pulsed through my body.  I had started to catch my breath as I felt Peter spill into me.  His thrusts had slowed down significantly as he relished in his own high.  He leaned down, hovering over me, before kissing me roughly.  My fingers entangled themselves in his blond hair as I kissed him back hungrily.  The kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Peter quickly pulled away and I jumped off the desk.  I immediately regretted that decision as my legs felt like jelly and I had to steady myself by putting a hand on the desk.  I pulled up my underwear as Peter pulled up his pants.  I hoped my hair wasn’t too messy as Peter called in the person.  We looked to see Susan and Lucy as the door, Edmund close behind.

“We just wanted to make sure you two were working out your problems,” Susan said.

“Yeah, we can only have one person in this castle annoying Peter constantly,” Edmund added, a smile on his face.

“I think (y/n) and I have worked everything out, right (y/n)?” Peter replied, his sparkling blue eyes looking into mine.  I smiled at him as I nodded.

“Yes, I think everything is going to be okay.”  

[swordofpevensie]

Cheesy Things That Peter Does (And You Absolutely Love) (Modern AU)

my masterlist is here.

• He kisses your hands very frequently.

• Whenever he orders pizza, he orders heart-shaped ones.

• His lockscreen and home screen are your pictures that he took.

• And, yes, Peter takes your pictures all the time. He specifically captures the moments you laugh, so photos are generally blurry but he still loves them.

• He also has your picture in his wallet.

• He likes to go to toy shops with you, you two grab lightsabers and fake fighting until the workers look at you with disappointment.

• Chances are high that after waking up, you’ll see a ‘’Good morning, beautiful.’’ note in the bathroom mirror, written in Peter’s illegible handwriting.

• He likes to watch scary movies with you, although he knows that you are not scared at all, he takes you into his arms and says, ‘’Aw, are you scared? Don’t worry sweetheart, your boyfriend is here.’’

• You hit his shoulder saying ‘’Shut up, Peter!’’ He laughs but doesn’t stop holding you.

• He cooks for you but although Peter is talented in many things, he is not a successful cooker. So you end up ordering. (Ding dong! Heart-shaped pizza.)

• He absolutely adores it when you wear his sweatshirts.

• Peter loves to tie your hair up. He learned how to braid from Lucy and Susan to braid your hair.

• When you cook, he holds your hands make you two dance for no reason at all. There is no music, no reason to dance but you do not care. When he spins you around, all you can do is laugh. He makes you happy more than you can describe in words.

hello, hello, hello! although the problem is solved, i had a bad day so i wanted to write a peter imagine to cheer myself up. i hope you like it. i’m so busy in these days, college is killing me so it is short. i will start writing your requests as soon as possible. please share your thoughts with me. see you soon! x

i do not own the gif.

love, andrea. ♡

[drinix]

The young maidens scurried to the balcony, giggling and blushing. They watched as the carriage pulled towards the castle. The King of Narnia was arriving.

#1

[virginiamasonrp]

AUDICIÓN AUGUSTO FERRER  ( WILLIAM MOSELEY  )

Ale ¡Bienvenida a la bella y paradisíaca ciudad de Honolulu! gracias por interesarte en nosotros.  Esperamos tenerte pronto por aquí, tienes 24 horas para enviar la cuenta de tu personaje. ¡Bienvenida a Hawaii!

► DATOS OC:

Nombre: Ale Edad: 23 País: Guatemala ¿es tu primera vez roleando?: No nivel de actividad: 7/10 ¿dónde te podemos ubicar?: ritaavolk tumblr com ¿permites y/o escribes smut (escenas +18)?: sipi

►AUGUSTO FERRER

faceclaim: Willam Moseley nombre del pj: Diego Augusto Ferrer edad: 28 ocupación: Empresario/Dueño del Lanai Molaki. inclinación sexual: Pansexual dónde nació: Lisboa, Portugal dónde vive: Honolulu, Hawaii

► HISTORIA

Augusto nació en Portugal en la villa de Oeiras. ¿Conocen aquel dicho ‘nacer en cuna de oro’? No hay mejor representación de eso que él. Desde el primer momento sus padres le dieron lo mejor de todo. Niñeras, juguetes, escuelas, a Augusto y su hermana no les faltaba nada, excepto quizás, tener a su familia unida. Cuando Augusto tenía siete años, sus padres se separaron. En el divorcio se pelearon por todo, desde quien se quedaba con las casas hasta quien se llevaba los tenedores de la cocina. Lo único que siempre estuvo claro es que se quedarían con su padre. Al menos, era quien mejor se llevaba Augusto de los dos. Su madre nunca intentó pedir su custodia y hoy en día, una parte de él se pregunta si lo hacía por su bien o si realmente no le importaba no tenerlos cerca.

Después del divorcio, se mudaron a Inglaterra donde su padre conoció a otra mujer y se casó. Ella ya tenía una hija, Lana Rouch. Aunque al principio no le agradaba la idea de una madrastra, terminó queriendo a Lana y considerarla una hermana aunque no tuvieran la misma sangre. Sus años de adolescencia no fueron muy interesantes, al menos él no lo consideró así. En cambio, en la universidad las cosas comenzaron a cambiar realmente. Siempre había sabido que le interesaban los hombres, pero nunca llegó a explorarlo hasta que llegó a la universidad y tuvo una relación seria con un chico. No duraron más de un par de meses pero Augusto se dio cuenta que realmente no le importaba el género de su pareja. En el último año de su carrera en Administración de Empresas, conoció a la que se convertiría en su esposa. Se casaron un año después y aunque varios intentaron advertirles que eran demasiado jóvenes, no les importó.

El matrimonio apenas duró 3 años antes de que las cosas colapsaran. Su esposa lo engaño con otro, y bueno, Augusto como última venganza también la engaño con su mejor amiga. Lo que pudo ser una buena relación termino siendo tóxica para ambos. Su esposa al enterarse, exigió la mitad de su fortuna y no piensa separarse de él hasta que lo cumpla. Actualmente se encuentran en proceso de litigación..

Augusto, después de todo lo que había pasado con su matrimonio, decidió dejar Inglaterra y mudarse con su hermana, a quien había estado ayudando a planear un nuevo negocio: un café. Mientras no tenía mucha experiencia en ese sector, suponía que ayudarla con su idea sería mejor que quedarse y ser acosado por su ex esposa.

► PERSONALIDAD

A pesar de que lo parezca, Augusto no es impulsivo, quizás es demasiado atrevido con sus decisiones pero no tiene ni una pizca de impulsividad. Todos dirán que el acto de engañar a su esposa con su mejor amiga fue un impulso después de enterarse que ella lo engañaba, pero está lejos de la verdad, realmente Augusto lo hizo con el solo propósito de herirla. Cada movimiento, cada acción tiene un propósito para él y es lo que le ha ayudado a ser un empresario exitoso. Es manipulador, desde pequeño aprendió que si sonreía de cierta manera podía conseguir que sus padres o sus niñeras no se enojaran por alguna travesura que hizo.

A diferencia de su hermana, a Augusto no le importa si parece que se gasta su fortuna en cosas banales. No intenta hacer ninguna diferencia en el mundo, y tampoco piensa mucho en que pasará mañana, le gusta quedarse en el presente y seguir la corriente de lo que sea que venga. Se podría decir que es egoísta, y usualmente tendrían razón, aún así ayuda a su hermana en sus varias organizaciones.

A pesar de todo esto, Augusto haría cualquier cosa por las personas que quiere. Es inteligente y sabe como mantenerse fuera de problemas. En el fondo es un romántico , de otra forma no se habría casado a los 23 creyendo que sería para siempre, pero ya no sabe si creer o no que se pueda amar para toda la vida.

►DATOS EXTRA

Es el menor de la familia.

Ha mantenido a sus padres fuera de su vida privada.

Solía jugar Rubgy cuando estaba en la universidad.

Irónicamente, prefiere el té al café.

Sabe montar a caballo. En Inglaterra tenía uno que se llamaba Gael.

Mientras su vida personal es un desastre, es muy bueno como empresario.

Sabe hablar portugués y francés, además del inglés.

[hillstonhq]

+1 wanted connection has been added !

CARINA WESTWOOD ( danielle campbell ) is looking for their MOST FREQUENT CLIENT. they should be 30-39 YEARS OLD and resemble ADAM DRIVER, PAUL WESLEY, DANIEL SHARMAN, HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN, NATHANIEL BUZOLIC, THEO JAMES, WILLIAM MOSELEY, MICHAEL TREVION, DIEGO BONETA, OR RYAN GUZMAN. you DO NOT have to contact the player to plot before applying. the details are as follows: this is a man who is particularly lonely and particularly rich, so he has some cash to spare to help out Carina when she needs it. Of course, they met through her escort service, but he kept coming back until the point where they didn’t even need to have sex every time he visited for him to give her money. He would sometimes just wanna be there for her company and to talk to her as a friend. Writing out smut is absolutely not required if smut with an age gap makes you uncomfortable. Fading to black is always more than okay. ( @westwoodsfm )

[brxknbxnes]

k so i’ve got a bunch of starters in my tag with few/no notes, so here’s a list of the ones i really want replies to

Amber (Kate Upton fc, smut starter) Bryce (Chace Crawford fc, mpreg starter) Roman (Evan Peters fc, romantic or platonic starter) Dallas (Chris Wood fc, romantic or platonic starter) Roman (Evan Peters fc, text starter) Robert (William Moseley fc, sugar daddy starter) Blake (Kellan Lutz fc, romantic or platonic starter) Evan (Jack Falahee fc, snapchat romantic or platonic starter) Matthew (Cody Christian fc, romantic or platonic starter)

[vinnieswife]

A late night project

Peter Pevensie x gn!reader

words: 976

Warnings: none :)

Author’s note: I’m in my Peter Pevensie era.

Since the end of the great sorrow, you have been working from the palace. You have completed all the routes, plans and maps of Narnia, so you now have your own space in the room to do the things you want to do. It was 12 o'clock at night and you were still sitting at your desk in the middle of your project. You were supposed to take it to Aslan next week, but you were the kind of person who wanted things done quickly so you could rest. Peter had come home from training with Edmund and showered to wash off the sweat.

Your desk was covered in dirt, papers, books, inkwells and broken pencils scattered all over the room, a long sigh escaped your lips. You weren’t motivated and your hands were not just following the instructions in your head. You had a good idea of what you wanted to do, but nothing came out the way you wanted it to. Just then the eldest Pevensie walked in. "Hi honey, what are you doing so late?" he said sitting down next to you. "I have to make this map with the new trade routes, but my head is not working at the moment," you say as you put your hands on your head. Peter stroked your head and said "I know if I tell you to go to sleep you won't listen to me so how about a cup of hot chocolate?" he asked and you nodded and smiled. Even though he was tired he still wanted to take care of you.

As Peter went to get the chocolate you focused on listening to the sounds of nature and the trees to calm your mind and release stress. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the soft rhythm of the tree branches.

Peter brought you a cup of hot chocolate and his tea as chocolate was his biggest enemy at night. "Pete, you can sleep if you want to, you don't have to wait for me," you said, feeling guilty that he wouldn't be able to get a good night's rest. "You know I can't sleep without you by my side," he replied and smiled at you and sat down on the couch next to you. He was reading a book about ancient Narnia when he began to hum. When you heard his voice, you felt serene. Your head had a new idea, better than you thought. Your hands began to move on their own; an hour had passed and now Peter was lying on your lap. He looked at you and seemed happy even though he was so tired and just wanted to sleep with you in his arms. "Hmm, my love, do you know when you are going to finish?" asked the great king of Narnia softly, when you stopped to look at him. "I don't know, Pete, but I think I'll be done soon," you told him and stroked his cheek. You played with his hair, kissed his forehead and went back to work.

After another two hours, that's it, you'd finally finished the stupid map. You rubbed your hands together with satisfaction. You were met with silence as you looked down at your lap.

Peter slept with his hands clasped around your waist, his cheeks red, making him look even more attractive than he was. You felt bad that he had to sleep in an uncomfortable position because of you, and you stroked his right cheek, pouring all your feelings into this pure and simple gesture.

You caressed his cheek again and whispered softly "Honey, get up and let's go to sleep". Peter rubbed his eyes to see clearly and looked at you with his sleepy eyes. "Are you done yet?" he asked like a little boy who needs attention. "Yeah, how about we go to bed huh?" you said and helped him up. He took your hand and hugged you so he wouldn't lose the warmth and threw himself on the bed with you in his arms.

You both fell asleep quickly as you were both so tired, you laid your head on Peter's chest and let the melody of his heartbeat take you to the arms of morpheus.

The next day came and you woke up as the sun was trying to enter the room from behind the curtains. You opened your eyes and saw Peter, his blond hair covered his forehead, his pink lips were slightly parted, the sun was streaming down his face leaving a pinkish hue decorating his cheeks. You gave him a light peck on the cheek and he smiled in his sleep making your heart melt. You quietly got out of bed and went down to the palace kitchen to ask a small favour of the Narnians working there. You asked them to prepare a small breakfast with fruit and sweets and when it was ready you took it up to your bedroom.

You stroked Peter's cheek again, causing him to wake up little by little, his blue eyes were half open from the brightness of the sun,"Good morning my king" you said kissing his lips with a smile and his cheeks reddened instantly. "Good morning my love, Uhm what's all this?" he said pointing to the tray with food on it.

"Well this is my apology for not letting you sleep last night, is it accepted?" You replied and looked at him in the eyes. "Much more than expected, only if-" he said pausing. "Only if what? you're scaring me" you said and fiddled with your fingers. "Only if this afternoon you are mine, no plans or maps for Aslan, you and me in the river gardens with a picnic," you chuckled. You kissed him affectionately "that sounds so lovely, how could I refuse such an offer".

[thepremedthatwrites]

Isolated

request: You had married Peter as an arrangement.  There was no love involved.  At least that’s what you thought but things can change.  While you may have been unsure of your feelings for the High King, you were certain of one thing: your loneliness.

warning: slight smut in the beginning 

part 2 | part 3

Peter’s warm breath tickled my neck as he moaned into my ear.  I could feel him spill into me, my back arching in response.  We stayed in place for a moment, both of us panting, until he climbed off of me.  Peter slowly climbed out of bed, his back muscles flexing as he bent down to grab his clothes.  I watched motionless as he put on his clothes.  “Are you going to get dressed?” he asked, his voice void of any emotion.

“Yeah,” I replied, my voice hoarse causing me to clear my throat.  “In a minute.”  He nodded, quickly fixing his clothes before leaving the room.  I let out a sigh, staring at the ceiling.  My heart rate had returned to normal as I rolled out of bed.  I quickly dressed, fixing my hair before leaving the room.  

I toyed with the ring that rested on my ring finger as I made my way down the hall.  I opened the large doors to reveal a nursery.  I smiled as I picked up the child from the crib.  “Hello Ollie,” I said, rocking the baby back and forth in my arms.  He had his father’s bright blue eyes which were wide with bewilderment as he reached out to grab a strand of my hair that hung over him.  I chuckled, gently removing the hair from his grasp.  “That’s mommy’s hair silly,” I said softly.  

“I still don’t get why you married her,” a voice on the other side of the door said.  

“Susan, we’ve been over this,” another voice replied calmly.  It was Peter’s.  “It was the best way to calm the tension between our nation and Calormen.”

“It’s stupid is what it is,” Susan replied.  “You were in a perfectly happy relationship with Maria.”

“I know,” Peter sighed.  “But I have to put my nation before my feelings.”

“Well, what about Maria’s feelings?  Don’t you think hers are important too?”  Peter stayed silent.  “I guess Narnia is more important than her too.”  The sound of heels could be heard getting gradually softer before being completely inaudible.  I could hear Peter sigh before the door to the room slowly started to open.  

I immediately turned my head to Ollie who had already started to suck on my breast.  “I didn’t know you were in here.”  I turned to Peter.

“I always feed Ollie at this time,” I stated before turning my attention back to my baby.  I could feel Peter linger near the door.  I turned to see him looking around the room.  “I’ll be done soon.  Then you can be with him.”  Peter nodded at this, putting his hands behind his back and walking around the room, inspecting the decorations.  

“You didn’t hear anything before, did you?”

“Hear what?” I lied, suddenly glad that Ollie had decided that he was full.  

“Nothing,” Peter said as I put Ollie back in his crib and adjusted my dress to cover myself.  I inhaled sharply as I felt Peter make his way to the crib, his body only inches from mine.  “He has your nose,” Peter pointed out.  

“And your eyes,” I replied.  I hoped that my heartbeat wasn’t as loud as I thought it was as Peter smiled down at Ollie.

“He does, doesn't he.”  I nodded, clearing my throat and sliding away from Peter who had slowly made his way closer to me.  “He’s all yours,” I said quickly, already making my way towards the door.  

“Thank you,” Peter replied.  I turned to him, giving a quick nod before leaving the room.  I felt my face burn up as I made my way to the library.  My brain replayed the feeling of Peter’s body so close to mine.  The doors slammed behind me as I made my way to a secluded corner, not wanting anyone to see me in such a state.  Why was I freaking out over something so small?  Surely Peter and I had been in much more intimate situations.  But the way we were standing so close, looking down at the child we had both created.  It was like we were a true family filled with love and admiration.  No.  That was stupid.  

Our relationship was not one of love but one of power.  This thought only turned my attention to the conversation I had overheard.  I could already feel the tears burning my eyes as a loud sob escaped me causing me to cover my mouth with my hands as I sat on the floor.  I had been in Narnia for almost a year now and I felt just as much of a stranger as when I had arrived.

I missed Calormen.  I missed the familiarity of my castle, the servants who always gave me friendly smiles, and my brothers who would turn boring days of study into fun adventures.  I missed feeling at home.  The sound of the library doors opening caused me to silence myself.  I quickly wiped away any remaining tears as laughter rang throughout the room.  I got up from my seat on the floor, smoothing out my dress, before walking through the shelves of books.  

I glanced around the corner to see Lucy and Edmund at a table, a chessboard between them.  “You’re cheating,” Edmund complained, causing Lucy to deny the accusation.  I shifted my weight causing the floorboard beneath me to creak.  I winced as the two turned towards the noise.  I revealed myself to them.  The smiles that had been on both of their faces slowly disappeared.  

“Sorry,” I muttered.  “I was just looking at the books.”  I quickly grabbed a random book from the shelf before turning around and walking to the door.  I could hear them whisper behind me as I left the room.  I let out a sigh, mentally cursing myself for being so careless before making my way to my bedroom.  Peter was most likely in a meeting which meant the room would be empty.  

I threw the book onto my nightstand before flinging myself onto the bed.  Almost immediately, tears started to stream down my face.  I was not wanted in Narnia and Narnia had made it very clear to me.  My body shook as I continued to cry until my body could produce no more tears, leaving my body to only shake as pure exhaustion overtook me.  I felt myself start to drift off, wishing to be in my bed in Calormen instead of the bed of loneliness that I laid in.  

“I’m pregnant,” I announced as Peter started to undress.

“When did you find out?”

“Yesterday.”  I watched as he put on a pair of pants before climbing into bed with me.  

“I’ll alert the others tomorrow.”  I nodded.  A year had passed since I overheard Peter and Susan’s conversation and though I would never admit it, I was hoping that being able to produce another child for Peter - for Narnia - would prove my worth to everyone.  We both laid in silence.  Soon enough, the sound of light snoring could be heard from Peter.  My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I studied the man lying next to me.  I wondered what it would be like if we were actually in love with each other.  Would Peter respond with great excitement when I informed him of my pregnancy?  Would we cuddle together to stay warm during the cold winter nights?  I wondered what it would be like to have his strong arms wrapped around me.  

I turned around, now staring at the dark room around us.  Why was I thinking of this?  Was it because I was lonely or because I actually had feelings for Peter?  Maybe it was a mixture of both.

The next morning, I entered the dining room to see the other royals sitting around the table.  “Peter told us you’re expecting,” Susan stated.  Although there was a smile on her face, it didn’t quite meet her eyes.

“Yes, I am,” I replied, taking my seat next to Peter.

“Congratulations,” Lucy said.  Her smile seemed to be a bit more genuine.  Of all the royals, Lucy had been the kindest when I had arrived although I could still sense a slight feeling of disdain from her.  Though I wasn’t sure if the disdain was for me or the arranged marriage I was in.  

“Thank you.”  I could feel Maria staring at me, her brother Caspian sitting next to her.  I focused my attention on my breakfast, feeling the guilt build within me.  I barely ate anything as I felt the intense stare of Maria the entire time.  Instead, I pushed the food around my plate before excusing myself after an acceptable amount of time had passed.  

Meals seemed to occur the same way for the next month.  Maria’s eyes seemed to be looking right into my soul, judging every sin that I had ever committed.  My guilt would eat away at me, inhibiting me from eating anything on my plate.  

I closed the door behind me after another horrendous dinner where Maria had reminisced of the times Peter and she used to have.  I couldn’t bear the reminder that I had stripped Maria of her lover.  I was too exhausted to worry about table manners as I excused myself almost immediately after she had started speaking.  I now laid down in bed, almost too tired to even keep my eyes open.

“(Y/n)?”  I opened my eyes to see Peter walking into the room.

“I’m sorry for leaving like that,” I said, my voice weak.  “I just couldn’t handle it anymore.”  

“(Y/n) I’m worried,” he said, making his way to me.  “If you continue to not eat, you could lose the baby.”  I could feel the tears forming at his words.  

“Don’t you think I know that?” I said, my voice a bit louder than before.  “I’m trying Peter.  I’m really trying but it’s hard when I’m not even wanted here.”  I could hear my voice break at the end of the sentence causing me to wince.  Peter seemed to freeze in place as tears streamed down my face.  “Goddammit!” I sobbed, burying my face into my hands.  I hated this.  I hated feeling so alone.  I hated that I could feel my health deteriorating.  I hated that I was crying.  And I especially hated that I was crying in front of Peter.  I could feel Peter watching me in silence as I broke down in front of him.

I felt the bed bend underneath the weight of another body.  I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, hands rubbing my back soothingly as I sobbed into Peter’s chest.  “I’m so sorry,” Peter said softly, repeating the phrase over and over again as I continued to sob.  Eventually, my sobs turned into whimpers before turning into silence.  My entire body felt heavy as I continued to lean into him, his arms remaining where they were.  We both sat there in deafening silence. 

That night, my question of what it would be like to cuddle with Peter was answered.  His strong arms made me feel protected as I fell asleep in them, our legs tangled together like vines.  Our relationship was not perfect.  In fact, it was far from it.  But we had each other and maybe that was enough.

[thepremedthatwrites]

Hey there! I love your writing and was wondering if you could potentially write some fluff and smut with Peter Pevensie? Something where he and the reader are married in the Golden Age and honestly everything else is up to you.. if you don’t want to do smut then fluff or angst would be great! I honestly just need some new Peter stuff to read. Thanks!

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thank you so much! I hope you’ve been able to read more Peter stuff through my other posts!  here’s another one that I hope you enjoy!

warning: smut below the cut

The sun had started to set below the tree line, the cool evening air mixing with the warmth that has been brought on by the daylight.  “You’re going to catch a cold if you stay outside, (y/n).” I turned my head to see Susan standing near the entrance to the castle as she pulled the wrap tighter around her body.

“They should have been back by now.”

“I’m sure a letter would have been sent if something had gone wrong.”  Although she gave me a reassuring smile, it didn’t quite reach her eyes.  I slowly got up from the stone bench I had been sitting on.  

“I feel like there’s something wrong,” I said as I walked towards the Queen.  “Perhaps I should ride out there.  If they’re in trouble I can help.”

“Don’t be ridiculous (y/n).  It would be too dangerous for you to go.”  

“But what if they need me?  What if Peter needs me?”  I felt my voice start to strain as the image of my husband wounded on the battlefield entered my mind.

“I’m sure they’re just a bit behind schedule (y/n).  It’s only been a few hours,” Susan reassured me.

“What if they’re not okay?”

“If they don’t arrive by morning, we’ll send reinforcements.”  I played with a lock of my hair as my brain started imagining the worst happening to Peter.  “Let’s get you some tea to calm you down.”  I started to follow Susan down the hall when the sound of trumpets rang through the air.  I jumped in surprise before a smile formed on my face.

“They’re here!” I exclaimed, rushing towards the front doors.  Susan rushed to follow me as I joined my husband at the door.  I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him, burying my face into his neck.  Peter immediately hugged me back, his strong arms almost crushing me.  “I was so worried,” I whispered.  “I thought something happened.”

“It’s alright love.  I’m right here.”  I let out a content sigh, standing in the arms of my husband.

“Were you not worried about me?”  I pulled away from Peter to see Edmund standing a few feet behind him, a smirk on his face.

“I don’t have to worry about you, Ed.  I know you can handle yourself.”  I grinned, ruffling his hair playfully.  

“Hey watch it, you’re gonna mess up my hair.”  Edmund quickly worked on fixing his hair as I pulled away.

“Oh please, both you and Peter stink worse than the livestock,” Lucy said as she joined us.  Peter pulled her into a hug causing her to immediately start to complain.  “Pete!  I just took a bath!”

We all chuckled as Lucy pushed Peter away.  “Seriously though.  You two need to take a bath,” Susan said.

“Alright, alright,” Peter replied, putting his hands up in defense.  “C’mon Ed, let’s clean up so we aren’t ridiculed any longer in our own home.”  

I walked into the room, Peter already in the tub.  He was scrubbing his arms but stopped when he heard me enter.  His head shot up, a smile forming on his face as he saw me.  “Are you here to make sure I wash?” he chuckled.

“No, I’m here to join you.”  I started to untie the strings of my dress as Peter let out a nervous chuckle.

“You mean, you’re going to bathe with me?’

“That is my plan.”  I let my dress fall to the floor, leaving me almost completely naked.  “Why?  Scared Pevensie?”

“Of course not.”  I smiled, taking off my undergarments before climbing into the bath.  The warm water immediately relaxed my muscles as I made my way into Peter’s lap.  

“I missed you.”

“Me too.”  Peter allowed his hands to travel my body, squeezing my ass, and cupping my breasts.  “Two months without you,” he whispered.  “It was torture.”

I nodded, my hands holding his face as I looked into his ocean blue eyes.  The love and adoration held in them were almost unbearable.  The intensity of his stare caused me to focus my attention on my hands as they wandered down to his broad shoulders.  I allowed my hands to travel down to his biceps before moving inward to his chest.  I locked eyes with him as my hands went farther down, brushing over his abs.  “I love you,” I said, almost inaudible.  One of Peter’s hands rested on my cheek.  I leaned into it, missing the feeling of his touch.

“I love you with all that I am (y/n).  Everything that I do is for you.  You’re the light of my life and I couldn’t bear to imagine life without you.”  Although his words were a bit cheesy, I couldn’t help but smile at them.

“Promise me you won’t leave me here for that long ever again.”

“You know I can’t.  Traveling comes with the crown.”

“Then maybe I should join you next time.”

“(Y/n),” he started, his voice holding a warning tone. 

“I want to go wherever you go.  Even if that means to battle.”

“I don’t know love.  It can be dangerous.”  I let out a sigh, not wanting to argue with Peter.  Instead, I stayed quiet allowing my hands to start to travel further down his body and away from his abs.  I heard him inhale sharply as my hand wrapped around his cock.  My eyes flickered to his, my face wearing a grin. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” I whispered as my hands started to travel up and down his shaft slowly.

“Fuck (y/n),” Peter said, his mouth falling slightly open as his eyes shut.  “That feels really good.”  I watched in awe and wonder as my husband let out a soft moan.  

“Peter,” I gasped as I felt a hand travel between my legs.  His full lips curled into a smile as his eyes opened halfway.  I let out a low moan as his finger started to draw circles around my clit.  I brushed my thumb across his tip causing his body to shudder.  In response, he entered two fingers into me causing my back to arch in pleasure.  With each thrust, the palm of his hand pressed against my clit sending a new wave of pleasure to course throughout my body.

I started to move my hand faster.  The bathwater had started to turn cold but neither of us cared.  We were both too focused on making the other finish first.  I could feel myself start to clench around his fingers.  My hips had started to push forward as my body chased its orgasm.  I could see Peter’s face contorted with pleasure, his hips occasionally bucking up.  I let out a loud moan as I came undone.  My heart was racing in my chest as my brain was clouded with pleasure.  I could hear Peter moaning as well as he reached his own climax.  

I cautiously opened my eyes to see his blue ones looking back.  I leaned forward, my forehead pressing against his as his arms wrapped around me.  “I missed this,” he whispered, causing me to chuckle lightly.

“I missed this too.”

[drinix]

The young dryads in Cair Paravel peeped in as they heard the young king speaking to a beautiful lady. He was asking her to dance with him at the ball.

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AUDICIÓN  AUGUSTO FERRER (WILLIAM MOSELEY)

Ale ¡Bienvenida a la bella y paradisíaca ciudad de Honolulu! gracias por interesarte en nosotros. Ale, pero que personalidad tan interesante tiene Augusto, estoy segura que dará bastante de que hablar. Ya quiero ver como es que se relaciona con los otros personajes.  Esperamos tenerte pronto por aquí, tienes 24 horas para enviar la cuenta de tu personaje. ¡Bienvenida a Hawaii!

► DATOS OC:

Tu nombre: Ale Edad: 22 País: Guatemala ¿Es tu primera vez roleando?: Nah Nivel de actividad: 7/10 ¿Dónde te podemos ubicar?: pattonwest tumblr com ¿Permites y/o escribes smut (escenas +18)?: Sí… que las escriba bien es otra cosa.

► AUGUSTO FERRER

Faceclaim: Willam Moseley Nombre del pj: Diego Augusto Ferrer Edad: 28 Ocupación: Empresario/Dueño del NovaCoffee. Inclinación sexual: Pansexual Dónde nació: Lisboa, Portugal Dónde vive: Honolulu, Hawaii

► HISTORIA

Augusto nació en Portugal en la villa de Oeiras. ¿Conocen aquel dicho ‘nacer en cuna de oro’? No hay mejor representación de eso que él. Desde el primer momento sus padres le dieron lo mejor de todo. Niñeras, juguetes, escuelas, a Augusto y su hermana no les faltaba nada, excepto quizás, tener a su familia unida. Cuando Augusto tenía siete años, sus padres se separaron. En el divorcio se pelearon por todo, desde quien se quedaba con las casas hasta quien se llevaba los tenedores de la cocina. Lo único que siempre estuvo claro es que se quedarían con su padre. Al menos, era quien mejor se llevaba Augusto de los dos. Su madre nunca intentó pedir su custodia y hoy en día, una parte de él se pregunta si lo hacía por su bien o si realmente no le importaba no tenerlos cerca.

Después del divorcio, se mudaron a Inglaterra donde su padre conoció a otra mujer y se casó. Ella ya tenía una hija, Lana Rouch. Aunque al principio no le agradaba la idea de una madrastra, terminó queriendo a Lana y considerarla una hermana aunque no tuvieran la misma sangre. Sus años de adolescencia no fueron muy interesantes, al menos él no lo consideró así. En cambio, en la universidad las cosas comenzaron a cambiar realmente. Siempre había sabido que le interesaban los hombres, pero nunca llegó a explorarlo hasta que llegó a la universidad y tuvo una relación seria con un chico. No duraron más de un par de meses pero Augusto se dio cuenta que realmente no le importaba el género de su pareja. En el último año de su carrera en Administración de Empresas, conoció a la que se convertiría en su esposa. Se casaron un año después y aunque varios intentaron advertirles que eran demasiado jóvenes, no les importó.

El matrimonio apenas duró 3 años antes de que las cosas colapsaran. Su esposa lo engaño con otro, y bueno, Augusto como última venganza también la engaño con su mejor amiga. Lo que pudo ser una buena relación termino siendo tóxica para ambos. Su esposa al enterarse, exigió la mitad de su fortuna y no piensa separarse de él hasta que lo cumpla. Actualmente se encuentran en proceso de litigación..

Augusto, después de todo lo que había pasado con su matrimonio, decidió dejar Inglaterra y mudarse con su hermana, a quien había estado ayudando a planear un nuevo negocio: un café. Mientras no tenía mucha experiencia en ese sector, suponía que ayudarla con su idea sería mejor que quedarse y ser acosado por su ex esposa.

► PERSONALIDAD

A pesar de que lo parezca, Augusto no es impulsivo, quizás es demasiado atrevido con sus decisiones pero no tiene ni una pizca de impulsividad. Todos dir��n que el acto de engañar a su esposa con su mejor amiga fue un impulso después de enterarse que ella lo engañaba, pero está lejos de la verdad, realmente Augusto lo hizo con el solo propósito de herirla. Cada movimiento, cada acción tiene un propósito para él y es lo que le ha ayudado a ser un empresario exitoso. Es manipulador, desde pequeño aprendió que si sonreía de cierta manera podía conseguir que sus padres o sus niñeras no se enojaran por alguna travesura que hizo.

A diferencia de su hermana, a Augusto no le importa si parece que se gasta su fortuna en cosas banales. No intenta hacer ninguna diferencia en el mundo, y tampoco piensa mucho en que pasará mañana, le gusta quedarse en el presente y seguir la corriente de lo que sea que venga. Se podría decir que es egoísta, y usualmente tendrían razón, aún así ayuda a su hermana en sus varias organizaciones.

A pesar de todo esto, Augusto haría cualquier cosa por las personas que quiere. Es inteligente y sabe como mantenerse fuera de problemas. En el fondo es un romántico , de otra forma no se habría casado a los 23 creyendo que sería para siempre, pero ya no sabe si creer o no que se pueda amar para toda la vida.

► DATOS EXTRA

Es el menor de la familia.

Ha mantenido a sus padres fuera de su vida privada.

Solía jugar Rubgy cuando estaba en la universidad.

Prefiere el té al café.

Sabe montar a caballo. En Inglaterra tenía uno que se llamaba Gael.

Mientras su vida persona es un desastre, es muy bueno como empresario.

Sabe hablar Portugués.