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You are perfect to me (Pedri x Reader) smut
Warnings: reader is insecure, smut, virginity loss, lots of Spanish
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It's terrible, makes you feel sick, insecure everytime you see posts about Pedri and some other girl -you know nothing is ever going on with any of them, still fills you up with jealousy.
You try so hard to hate them, never are truly able to, just pure envy at how perfect they are, how many compliments are thrown their way, and how everyone just asks themselves how someone like you bagged up Pedri -at least you are sure everyone asks themselves that even if it's not true.
You and your boyfriend have been together for a very long time, almost a year, you know he is getting impatient, even if he never shows it nor has directly told you, how after so long you haven't gone all the way, the farthest you have gone being you giving him a handjob during a movie night a couple weeks ago.
Buet even with Pedri being the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ever wish to have, he starts to question himself whenever you take his hands off you when the heat elevates during make out sessions, how you push him off, he has never even seen you without any piece of clothing off -a true crime, because even over them he knows your body is marvelous.
He is suspicious, even a bit sad -that one he will never confess, confused, he wants answers. He would never make you do something you don't want to, but he does wish to know the reason behind his girlfriend, the one he loves the most not wanting to go further with him.
He didn't want the conversation to get so heated, but he guesses it was worth it.
The question was simple, he asked why you never seemed to want to go pass the make out stage. You didn't answer, trying to change the topic, your eyes not meeting his.
He asked again, you didn't answer, it was a back and forth that ended with tears in your eyes as you confessed to him.
"Dios, Pedri, ¿como coño voy a follar contigo yo siendo así y tú-?" he doesn't let you finish. (god, Pedri, how the fuck am I gonna fuck with you me being like this and you-?)
"¿Así como?" (like what?)
"¿De verdad me vas a hacer decirlo?" he nods, clearly confused "No es una noticia el hecho de que estás muy por encima de mi nivel, Pedri, todo el mundo lo sabes. Y como tú y yo vayamos más allá vas a querer cortar conmigo al instante" (are you really gonna make me say it? The fact that you are so above my level it's not news, Pedri, everyone knows it. And if you and I fuck, you are going to want to break up with me at once)
"¿Pero quien cojones te ha dicho eso? Si tu eres perfecta y a no ser que seas un alienígena o algo no pienso cortar contigo" (who the fuck told you that? You are perfect and unless you are an alien or something I am not breaking up with you)
"Eso dices ahora, pero-" (you say that now, but-)
"Pero nada" he gives a long sigh, thinking of his next words for a moment "Yo nunca te voy a forzar a hacer nada pero me parece una tontería que no quieras ir más allá por esa estupidez que tienes metida de que de alguna manera no eres la chica más guapa en el mundo" (but nothing. I would never force you into doing anything but I think it's stupid you don't want to go further because of that shit you have inside your head that somehow you are not the prettiest girl in the world)
"Tampoco es que te gustaría follar conmigo" once again, he is confused, almost glaring at you because of the manner you talk about yourself "Pedri, soy virgen" (it's not like you would like fucking with me. Pedri, I am a virgin)
".... Bueno, al menos eso me deja más tranquilo que esto no viene de los gilipollas de tus ex" he walks closer to you taking your face on his hands and directing you to only look at him as he squishes your cheeks "Escuchame bien, me da igual que seas virgen, me da igual cualquier mierda que se te haya metido en la cabeza de que no me vas a gustar cuando te haga el amor, el día en el que tú decidas, lo haremos, y te haré ver lo hermosa que eres" (well, at least that makes me calmer that this does not come from your stupid ex-boyfriends. Hear me out, I don't care that you are a virgin, or any of that shit inside your head that you somehow won't be desirable when I make love to you, the day you decide so, we will do it, and I will make you see how gorgeous you are)
"¿Y si quiero que ese día sea hoy?" You innocently ask him making him grin. (and what if I want it to be today?)
"Pues eso significa que el día se ha puesto mucho más interesante" (well, that means the day has just become so much more interesting)
"Joder, Pedri" you moan. (fuck, Pedri)
He has you fully naked, laying on his bed, legs wide open as he works in between them, his tongue taking everything from you.
Lips around your clit, sucking softly, the two previous orgarsms not enough for him, he wants to make sure you are as wet as possible, one finger inside you, softly thrusting and filling your walls up, another poking at the entrance, wanting to go in.
Your hands have a tight hold on his hair as he enjoys yourself kitten licking your clit, so unashamedly moaning at the sweet taste of your juices -he did a joke about you eating pineapple that you didn't understand but that he promised to explain later.
He looks up at you, questing eyebrow up as he looks from you, back to your entrance then back again at your flushed face and messy hair, you timidly nod, making him widely smile.
His second finger teases around a bit, he spits -even if not necessary by how wet you are, and slowly enters it besides the first one your head pushed back as you whimper at being so full.
You can't help but be scared at being so full with just two fingers when you think back to how thick his cock felt the day you gave him a handjob.
You feel his fingers do a slow scissor motion inside you, widening your walls a bit for a while, having your hips rise off the mattress before his other hand plants itself on your tummy, keeping you down.
"No te escapes" he grunts, then going back to work on your sensitive clit. (don't escape)
After a while he looks back at you once more you instantly nodding and enjoying the feeling of a third finger inside you, soft thrusts but going a but faster, you feel yourself reaching extasis once more, he loves it, lapping at your clit contently.
He separates from you, hands at the hem of his sweatpants as he waits for the aprooval that you of course give him, your eyes widening up at the realisation he was not wearing any underwear and his cock instantly bounces up from the clothing, already standing tall and really as thick as you rememberer, precum ouncing from his tip.
You get on you knees, reaching for the piece of meat before he stops you.
"Por mucho que quiera sentir tu mano alrededor mío, necesito estar dentro tuyo ya" (as much as I want to feel your hand around me, I need to be inside you right now)
His hand strokes himself as he walks over the nightstand, opening the drawer to take out a closed condom box, he impatiently rips it open and picks one, throwing it at the bed and putting the box back in its place, taking a smell bottle out and closing the drawer.
He signals you to once again lay down as he gets on the bed again, picking the small plastic bag and opening it, he puts the condom on -making a point to remember later where he threw the wrapper, he takes the small bottle, pressing it open and lubing up his cock as you watch with wide eyes.
You really don't know how he will make it fit.
"Entrará, no te preocupes" (it will fit, don't worry)
He is on his knees in between your legs, them thrown over his string thighs as he messages them to calm you down, a finger poking at your clit as his cock rests on you entrance, waiting for you to tell him it's already to go in.
You give him a look.
"Necesito palabras, amor" (I need words, love)
You roll your eyes, cheeks incredibly red "Por favor, Pepi, ve dentro" (please, Pepi, go inside)
He grins, so excited to finally have you, cock teasing before the tip is in, you hips instantly going up and body trembling, whimpers leaving your mouth as he caresses you to help deal with the pain, leaning down and kissing your forehead.
He waits, until you once more ask for him, you need him in deeper, want him to completely fill you up, honestly, Pedri feels like cumming already, but he must resist.
Inch by inch he enters you slowly, stopping everytime he sees you are in pain, the process going on until he fully rests inside you, cock making you feel so fucking full, balls tight against the curve of your ass.
It's a while until the moment he can freely thrust in and out from you, they are not as hard as he would want them to be -honestly for the better or he would have cummed a long while back. His finger pressing to your clit as he tries to make the whole experience as pleasurable for you as possible.
He fucks you slowly, yet hits all the right places that have you squirming and moaning, you are glad it's Pedri who makes love to you after hearing so many of your friends' bad first time experiences, but this is nothing like they told you, full love making that makes you feel in heaven as you once more cum around him -Pedri swears you are an angel when he sees your face and your sweet sound grace his ears.
He gives a couple more thrusts before he is filling up the condom, head pushed back as he groans, his hips trembling -so sensitive after all, it's been a while.
He leaves your insides, taking off the full condom and throwing it to the rubbish he walks back to the bed, standing still for a moment as he admired you in your post orgasmic glory.
"De verdad, eres la chica más hermosa que hay" (you really are the prettiest girl there is)
You smile at him and open your arms for him,, enjoying the feeling of him cuddling into your chest, talking about everything and nothing at all as you slowly fall asleep.
You hope in the morning the whole experience repeats itself.
#barca#fc barca#barcelona#pedri#spanish nt#spain national team#spain nt#pedri headcanon#pedri imagine#pedri x reader#football imagine#football player
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Hi Nivelle!
Re your request for prompts, I'd love to see something with wildflowers and either Lancelot or Gwaine, if that's not too terribly vague…
Hi anon!
Thank you so much for your lovely not at all too vague prompt! It was hard for me to choose between Lancelot and Gwaine, but I feel like Gwaine gets to be around flowers more often, so I ended up drawing Lancelot. The flower in his hand is meadow sage (salvia pratensis, just because it's part of my favourite plant family, but it's also possible he is collecting it for Gaius.)
If anyone feels like sending me a short, low-pressure prompt, please do! Here is why and what I'm looking for (other than motivation)
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Bro it took me two days to finish the first one so I ain’t gon do the second one
Anyways
Since dis my second account. My first account was accidentally deleted T-T I’ll just introduce myself and start all over
So!
My online persona!
Kat Nivel!!
- I’ll love to meet anyone and be friends!
- I’ll try ta be more extroverted online than irl
- I’ll be nice at first but once I get comfortable I’ll cuss a lot a lot
- I’ll also gon start being weird
- i love dark humor!
- also sexual jokes
- I’ll smile all the time!
- half cat and half dog!
- I love to explore any kind of au
- It’s pretty hard for me to hate someone
- Ive got a lot of aus too!
• Ct! CreatorTale
• Exp! ExperimentTale
• Twisted! DreamTale
• FusionTale
• No Homes
• Delete and Shutdown
(So many XP)
Me irl!
- ya can call me Vv, v, vivi, five or Kat (idc)
- Im mexican but I moved to the US :3
- Still a weeb
- I try ta make my art style to be anime like
- Introvert in person
- Once I get comfortable imma be hella weird
- I love touch but too embarrassed to ask for physical touch
- Man crowds always overwhelms me
- I love drawing, singing, roller skating, rain, animals, jokes
- I can play the violin
- if u spam like me imma go to war with u and spam back >:3
(Might add more things later)
- And yes
Im a SIMP
Mayonnaise
On an escalator!
Am going up
So see ya later! ✌️
#digital art#digital artist#my persona#me irl#undertale au#info about me#justakat#let’s be friends#idk what im doing#idk what else to tag#just silly stuff
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Parte 2:Razones por las que a los japoneses jamás se le va a dar bien el inglés: Sean bienvenidos, japonistasarqueológicos, a una nueva entrega, en esta ocasión hablamos del inglés en Japón, una vez dicho esto pónganse cómodos qué empezamos.
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Por la que a los japoneses les cuesta el inglés más de una te sorprenderá, los japoneses para poder aprender inglés desde cero les lleva alrededor de 500 horas alcanzar el nivel principiante; sin embargo, se necesitan unas 250 horas para aprender coreano o indonesio al mismo nivel principiante. Una de las razones por las que los japoneses no son buenos en inglés es debido a la pronunciación, esto es un hecho.
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La estructura gramatical del inglés es: SVO (sujeto-verbo-objeto) donde el verbo va primero, mientras que en japonés, SOV (Sujeto-Objeto-Verbo) donde el verbo va al final. Además, la estructura de las oraciones difiere entre el inglés y el japonés, el inglés es muy estricto en cuanto al orden de las palabras. En japonés utilizamos unas 120 palabras en un minuto de conversación normal. El inglés emplea aproximadamente 1,5 veces más palabras, razón por la cual los japoneses sienten que hablan inglés más rápido. Por ejemplo, la palabra japonesa “personalidad” tiene tres fonemas. Cuando se trata de inglés, necesitamos cinco fonemas: pa/so/na/li/ti, y para transmitir la misma información, necesitamos hablar más rápido. La razón por la que a los japoneses les resulta difícil escuchar y hablar inglés es probablemente porque se les exige que usen habilidades que normalmente no emplean.
パート2：日本人が決して英語が得意にならない理由：日本の考古学者たちよ、新しい回へようこそ！今回は日本の英語について話す。
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なぜ日本人は英語が苦手なのか？日本人がゼロから英語を学んで初級レベルに達するには約500時間かかるが、韓国語やインドネシア語を学んで同じ初級レベルに達するには約250時間かかる。日本人が英語を苦手とする理由のひとつに発音があるが、これは事実である。
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英語の文法構造はSVO（Subject-Verb-Object）で動詞が先に来るのに対し、日本語はSOV（Subject-Object-Verb）で動詞が最後に来る。また、文の構造も英語と日本語では異なり、英語は語順に非常に厳しい。日本語の場合、通常の会話で1分間に使う単語は約120語。英語はその約1.5倍の単語を使うので、日本人は英語を話すのが早いと感じるのです。例えば、日本語の「パーソナリティ」という単語には3つの音素がある。それが英語になると、パ／ソ／ナ／リ／ティの5つの音素が必要になり、同じ情報を伝えるためには、より速く話す必要がある。日本人が英語を聞くのも話すのも難しいと感じるのは、普段使わない能力を要求されるからだろう。
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今後の記事でお会いできることを楽しみにしています。
Part 2: Reasons why the Japanese will never be good at English: Welcome, Japanese archaeologists, to a new instalment, this time we are talking about English in Japan, so make yourselves comfortable and let's get started.
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Why the Japanese have a hard time with English more than one will surprise you, it takes the Japanese around 500 hours to learn English from scratch to reach beginner level; however, it takes around 250 hours to learn Korean or Indonesian to the same beginner level. One of the reasons why Japanese people are not good at English is because of pronunciation, this is a fact.
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The grammatical structure of English is: SVO (Subject-Verb-Object) where the verb comes first, while in Japanese, SOV (Subject-Object-Verb) where the verb comes last. Also, sentence structure differs between English and Japanese, English is very strict about word order. In Japanese we use about 120 words in one minute of normal conversation. English uses about 1.5 times as many words, which is why Japanese people feel they speak English faster. For example, the Japanese word "personality" has three phonemes. When it comes to English, we need five phonemes: pa/so/na/li/ti, and to convey the same information, we need to speak faster. The reason why Japanese people find it difficult to listen to and speak English is probably because they are required to use skills they do not normally use.
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I hope you like it and see you in future posts, have a good week.
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A Series of Firsts: Chapter 5 - First Reversal
Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee
Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar
Rating: E18+ MDNI
Word Count: pending
Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex
Chapter Summary: Pedro and Oscar celebrate their birthdays in Brooklyn and Los Angeles. Pedro asks permission to take control, Oscar accepts the request with a little bit of hesitation.
Notes: This chapter takes place 5 and 6 months after Chapter 1 in present day and via flashback.
Tag line: “I want to fuck you, Daddy.”
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[Oscar narrates]: “Las palabras se volvieron miradas. Las sonrisas permiso para seguir adelante y disfrutar de lo que tenemos juntos. Nuestra conexión llegó a un nivel de confianza y de total entrega. Confieso que te confío cada molécula de mi cuerpo y mi alma. Sé que no me harás daño…empiezo de cero contigo , dejando mis miedos y recuerdos atrás. Tus ojos tiernos, y a la vez llenos de candela, guían mi corazón. Sí, soy todo tuyo, mi Pedrito.”
(“Words became glances. Smiles permission to move forward and enjoy what we have together. Our connection reached a level of trust and total surrender. I confess I trust you with every molecule of my body and my soul. I know you won’t hurt me... I’m starting from scratch with you, leaving my fears and memories behind. Your eyes tender, yet full of fire, guide my heart. Yes, I’m all yours, my Pedro.”)
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Act I: The Admission
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<exterior: outdoor patio of a quaint coffee shop>
The sun has started to set, turning the horizon a brilliant shade of orange-red. Strings of Edison bulbs flicker to life in crisscrossing patterns above the patio while fairy lights twinkle in potted trees scattered throughout the dining area. Most of the tables are occupied as Pedro and Oscar exit the cafe. They make a bee line to an empty table near the center of the enclosed area. A few minutes later a barista leaves two cups of coffee and two pastries on the table. Pedro and Oscar are deep in conversation.
“He was being so bossy! If things weren’t going exactly his way, he’d start barking out orders left and right. You know me, I try really hard to get along with everybody, but the whole time I was sitting there thinking ‘I only take orders from one person, and it’s definitely not you, sir.’ I mean, where does he get off being so… I dunno, bitchy?”
Oscar looks at Pedro with a sly, knowing, grin when Pedro says there’s only one person he takes orders from.
“And you’re such an obedient boy, mi tigre. What did you say to him? What did you do?”
“I didn’t say, or do, anything. You know how I am about confrontation. It gives my anxiety anxiety!” Pedro sighs.
“You’ve got to work on being more assertive. I know you have it in you.”
“Speaking of being more assertive…” Pedro begins shyly.
Oscar looks at Pedro with a sideways glance, waiting for him to gather the courage to push forward.
“I… I was thinking. Maybe… if you wanted to, um… Maybe we could try something?”
“I’m listening, mi tigre,” Oscar says patiently.
Oscar already has a pretty good idea of Pedro’s train of thought, and is happy to indulge him. In fact, he’s more than willing to indulge Pedro in any of his desires, as he’s told him several times before. All Pedro has to do is ask. That was the only stipulation Oscar wasn’t willing to compromise on as they’d learned the in’s and out’s of their relationship over the past six months.
After Pedro is quiet for a few more moments, biting his lip in that bashful way he does, Oscar leans in and whispers softly, but with a firm edge to his tone, “Mi Pedrito, you know the rules. You have to ask for it. How can you take something if you aren’t willing to ask for it?”
Taking another moment to find his courage, Pedro finally speaks.
“You know I absolutely love our dynamic. Having to ask permission, the thrill of knowing I could be refused, it turns me on so fucking much. But…” Pedro leans in close to Oscar, who is now sitting with his chin resting on his palms. “I want to fuck you, Daddy. I want to feel you clenching around my cock as I make you cum,” he says quietly, his words so soft they’re almost lost in the ambiance of the crowded patio.
Oscar reaches a hand across the table, placing it over Pedro’s. The smile that spreads across his face makes Pedro grin in turn.
“I won’t lie to you, Pedrito, I’ve not been in a submissive position in a long time. The last time I was, it wasn’t a healthy relationship, and it burned me on the idea of ever giving up control again. But for you, mi amore, I’m willing to give it another try.”
As they leave the cafe Pedro takes Oscar’s hand, fingers intertwining. They’ve been so careful not to show public displays of affection, for fear of the paparazzi seeing, but Pedro is feeling very bold tonight.
Looking at Pedro with a surprised expression Oscar asks “Are you sure?”
“Nunca he estado más seguro de nada en mi vida, mi luna y estrellas,” Pedro whispers into Oscar’s ear. (“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, my moon and stars.”)
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Act II: The Drive and the Storm That Followed
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The drive back to Pedro’s place isn’t long, but it is long enough for them to start a discussion about this new dimension of their shared journey. Oscar goes into great detail about the toxic relationship he’d been in. It was his first time being with another man, and his first experience with BDSM. Oscar explains how his naivety, and eagerness to please, was ultimately the reason the relationship failed.
“That’s why I was so upset with myself in those first few days we were together. I felt like I was being just as manipulative and uncaring as he was. I’d always told myself that, if I ever got into another serious relationship again, I’d be better than that. Yet, there I was, doing the exact same shit to you that he did to me,” Oscar says, his voice rising in his frustration.
“But Oscar, you didn’t manipulate me! Everything we did those first few nights…” Pedro sighs contentedly. “I was a very willing, and eager, participant! And you were so gentle and patient with me. Allowing me to come into this in my own time, under my own terms. Baby, don’t ever compare yourself to him. You are the most amazing, beautiful, caring person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. And I’m so thankful to be able to share this journey with you.”
While Oscar explained to Pedro that it was a very traumatic time in his life, he assured him that it also helped him understand what not to do going forward, even if he almost messed it all up right from the start. The more in-depth the discussion became, the more Pedro realized just how lucky he was, having someone as caring and generous as Oscar to help him navigate this new path.
As Pedro parks the car, the sun sets behind the horizon, allowing the city lights to take center stage. He grins as he unlocks and opens the door, gesturing Oscar inside. It feels just like that night, oh so many eons ago, when they stumbled into this same room at one in the morning. The air crackles with the same electricity, the same feeling of anticipation. The only real difference is that this time, they are only drunk on love.
Standing in almost the exact same spot as where it all began, Oscar gazes out into the city below before finally opening the sliding glass door and stepping outside. The night is filled with the chorus of hundreds of crickets, and the air is sweetened by the delicate scent of golden currant. Pedro joins Oscar on the balcony, encircling him in a warm embrace and tenderly bestowing kisses upon the nape of Oscar’s neck.
“God, I still can’t get over how amazing this view is babe. How are you not sitting on the balcony every night watching the city move?”
“On the nights I’m actually home I do sit out here for several hours. But my schedule has been so hectic, and it’s going to get even more so soon. But on the nights I can’t sleep, I’ll lie in bed and stare out into the night. Doesn’t happen so much anymore, because these past six months I’ve been sleeping very well,” Pedro says softly, resting his chin on Oscar’s shoulder. Their eyes reflect the sparkling lights of a city that never seems to sleep.
“I hope I’m at least partly responsible for you finally being able to get a good nights sleep.”
Kissing Oscar gently on the cheek, Pedro breathes softly in his ear, “You absolutely are, mi luna.”
Oscar takes Pedro’s hand and gently kisses the back of it several times before turning to face him. Caressing his face, Oscar pulls Pedro into a soft kiss that quickly turns fevered. Pedro strengthens his grip on Oscar’s hips, urging him closer. Obeying his unspoken command, Oscar steps into him, walking them backwards, until Pedro is flush against the glass wall and Oscar’s body.
With a firm and commanding grip, Oscar seizes Pedro’s wrists, elevating them above his head. The action radiates a sense of dominance and control. Oscar’s fingers intertwine around Pedro’s wrists, restraining any movement below. Oscar keeps his hands suspended in the air, rendering Pedro vulnerable and powerless. Oscar knows Pedro wants to take control, and he will absolutely let him. But not tonight, not yet.
Continuing to hold their hands high above Pedro’s head, Oscar bites Pedro’s neck and pants into his ear, “Fuck baby, I need you so badly, need to be inside you.”
The atmosphere crackles with tension as static electricity builds. Suddenly, jagged streaks of lightning slash across the heavens, illuminating the landscape in brilliant, fleeting bursts. Thunder follows, a deafening roar that shakes the very foundations beneath their feet. Torrential rain suddenly pours down in unrelenting sheets, reducing the city to a mere blur of distorted shapes. The wind howls and screams. Like the storms sudden appearance and building intensity, Oscar can feel the passion, desire and longing igniting deep within. Their passionate kiss ends, leaving them both breathless, gasping for air. They scramble inside, closing the door behind them.
“Holy shit! Where did that st—,” Pedro begins, but is cut short when Oscar’s lips crash into his, somehow more fervent than before.
Gripping Pedro’s face in his hands once more, his touch neither delicate nor painful, Oscar kisses Pedro hard as he blindly navigates them to the bedroom. They’re both soaking wet from the sudden rain, their clothes clinging to them like a second skin. Once in the bedroom, Oscar begins to remove Pedro’s clothes, and then his own, with a palpable, frantic urgency. Sensing the desperation in Oscar’s movements Pedro yields to the whirlwind he’s found himself in. His lover has always been passionate, but this was beyond passion. This was primal, carnal. Pedro allows himself to be swept up into the storm as it reaches a feverish pitch.
Kissing him once more on the lips, Oscar grunts loudly, spins Pedro around and bites his neck again. Placing a hand between Pedro’s shoulder blades Oscar bends Pedro over the bed and grabs the lube from the nightstand. Moving with precision and speed, Oscar has them both sufficiently lubed and is ready to push forward when he hears Pedro whimper softly. He’s unsure if the sound is eager anticipation or if Pedro’s bracing himself for unwelcome pain.
“Breathe baby, breathe,” Oscar purrs as he positions himself against Pedro and gently penetrates. “I give you my word that I won’t exceed your pain threshold… unless you want me to.”
Pedro pants heavily as Oscar moves achingly slowly within him. The feeling of chaos still hangs heavy in the air, and Pedro doesn’t want it to dissipate because Oscar is afraid of going too hard.
Gripping the comforter, Pedro moans desperately, “Faster, Daddy! Ride me hard, and don’t you fucking dare slow down until you hear me screaming ‘nova’!“
Oscar grips Pedro’s hips, increasing his tempo, his thrusts almost in sync with the brilliant lightning that continues to illuminate the sky. Thunder crashes with every breath as rain continues to thrash the glass walls overlooking the city. Oscar leans in and kisses Pedro’s shoulder before licking a line to his neck, which he kisses and licks until he leaves a bruise. One hand firmly gripping Pedro’s hip, Oscar raises his other to Pedro’s neck, covering the fresh bluish purple spot. His fingers flex and release around Pedro’s throat.
“Fuck,” Oscar gasps as he continues to ram into Pedro. “I need you to check in, baby. Talk to me.”
Panting raggedly, Pedro responds, “Moonlight, moonlight! Don’t stop Daddy, please!”
Oscar’s hand still around Pedro’s throat, he turns Pedro’s head to the right, kissing him hungrily. Releasing his grip, Oscar slides his hand across Pedro’s shoulder and around to his chest. He applies firm pressure there, signaling Pedro to lean back, enabling them both to stand upright. His hand remains still for several moments, sensing the rhythm of Pedro’s racing heart mirroring his own. Moving slowly, Oscar's hand travels at a languid pace across Pedro's abdomen, the muscles rippling beneath his touch. His fingers continue to roam, spreading gently as they pass over Pedro’s naval, before finally wrapping themselves around his cock. Pedro covers Oscar’s hand with his own, and they move in unison up and down Pedro’s shaft.
As the storm reaches its crescendo Pedro and Oscar reach their climax. Oscar gently kisses Pedro’s neck and shoulder, murmuring terms of endearment softly against his glistening skin. Legs weak, Pedro pulls two pillows and the comforter from the bed, which they spread out on the floor. Oscar lies down on his back, and pats the spot beside him. Pedro lays down, snuggling in closely, and rests his head against Oscar’s chest. He listens to the strong beat of Oscar’s heart as it begins to slow to a steady rhythm. Oscar runs his fingers through Pedro’s wet hair, twirling little curls around them. As the rain begins to ease they fall asleep wrapped in each other’s embrace.
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Act III: The Dawn
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Delicate rays of sunlight filter through a heavy fog, gently illuminating the dimly lit bedroom. Oscar and Pedro nestle beneath a cozy comforter on the floor beside an unoccupied bed. Metallic surfaces catch a glint of sunlight, causing Oscar to blink rapidly as he attempts to adapt to the shifting play of shadows. Pedro lies on his back, sound asleep and snoring softly. Oscar props himself up on his left elbow and stares at his sleeping Pedrito. He lets out a profound sigh, experiencing a sense of contentment he hasn't felt in ages. Oscar gently lays his right hand upon his lover's chest, finding solace in the reassuring, unhurried rhythm of Pedro’s heartbeat.
His fingers trace delicate lines over bare chest and stomach, drawing nonsensical letters and messages in an unspoken language. Pedro shifts in his sleep, a grin stretching his lips, yet remains undisturbed in slumber. Distant thunder rumbles as rain begins to fall. Oscar gazes at Pedro with a crooked half grin of his own while he continues to draw. With careful and deliberate intent, his fingers trace a slow path down Pedro's torso before vanishing from sight. A salacious grin curves his lips as his wandering fingers are met with taut, unyielding flesh that twitches under his caress. Running his middle finger gently up and down his length Oscar inclines closer, tracing languid circles with his tongue around Pedro's aroused nipple before enveloping it with his lips.
A gentle moan escaping Pedro’s lips, he adjusts his body slightly, but still does not wake. Oscar wraps his fingers fully around Pedro’s hard cock and begins to stroke him slowly. As Oscar ascends, his tongue charts a course towards the underside of Pedro’s chin, delicately grazing his nose against the tender skin, gently nudging upwards. Turning his focus to Pedro's exquisite neck, Oscar plants kisses and applies gentle suction until a fresh, darker bruise emerges, nearly mirroring the one he left the night before.
Pedro purrs quietly, turning his face slightly left, unconsciously allowing Oscar better access. Oscar places gentle kisses on heart shaped patches of exposed jawline before moving back down the column of his neck. Before he moves on, Oscar leaves a third love bite on Pedro’s exposed neck. Placing individual kisses, at equal intervals, his path continues down Pedro’s rising and falling chest and along the centerline of his stomach, until he reaches the edge of the comforter, which rises and falls in time with Pedro’s breathing.
Oscar shifts his weight, moving from his elbow to his hand, before pausing briefly to pull the comforter back. He licks his lips hungrily, staring at his lover on full display. He stares for a moment, captivated, before moving back slightly to sit on his knees. Ones he’s comfortable he takes Pedro’s cock into his hand and gently kisses the tip before running his tongue along its length, from base to tip. Moaning in anticipation, Oscar takes him fully into his mouth. He proceeds deliberately, relishing each moment with an unhurried rhythm. Balancing with his left hand, Oscar delicately cradles Pedro's balls, rhythmically flexing and easing his fingers while his tongue maintains its caressing strokes along the shaft.
Pedro's passionate groan fills the air as he weaves his fingers into Oscar's hair, giving a soft, controlled tug. Encouraged by the sounds he’s eliciting, Oscar increases his pace slightly, taking him deeper with each descent. Pedro is half awake, but remains still, not wanting to accidentally startle Oscar into stopping. Feeling that marvelous tension starting to hum in his core, radiating through him like volts of electricity, Pedro begins to roll his hips in time with Oscar’s movements. Wide awake now, Pedro moans loudly as his cock twitches inside Oscar’s mouth, his orgasm rocking him so fiercely his entire body vibrates.
“Well, good morning to you too, beautiful. Wish you’d wake me up like this every morning,” he says with a satisfied smile.
‘That can definitely be arranged, mi tigre,” Oscar purrs, wiping his chin clean.
Propping himself up, Pedro takes Oscar’s fingers, glistening with his own cum, into his mouth, licking them clean. Oscar grips Pedro’s chin gently with those same fingers and kisses him deeply.
“What time is it?”
“Just after 7:30.”
“That’s so early, mi Luna. Can we go back to sleep for a little while longer?”
Lying back down, Oscar envelops Pedro in a gentle embrace as Pedro snuggles up against Oscar’s chest, his favorite spot. They’re both asleep in minutres.
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Act IV: The Assignment
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When they awake a few hours later the sun has disappeared behind a blanket of dull, gray April clouds. The heaviness of the air promises more rain. Pedro sits on an outdoor sofa with a cup of coffee. Oscar lays beside him, his head resting on Pedro’s lap. Oscar strums an unrecognizable, but hauntingly beautiful tune on his new guitar. A gift from Pedro to celebrate Oscar’s 40th birthday, they had spotted it in the window of a vintage music store in Manhattan. A 1931 Gibson L-1 Custom with gold flowers and vines, Oscar had fallen in love with it instantly, practically dragging Pedro across the busy street to look at it. They had almost been hit by no less than three cars and were cursed at in just as many languages, but they made it across in one piece.
Oscar had protested when Pedro told the shop owner to pack it up, but Pedro had insisted, telling him he could always pay him back in moonlight serenades. And Oscar had done just that. After attending the opening night of a new off-broadway production they had returned to Oscar’s place, an old apartment building he’d completely renovated himself. On the rooftop Oscar played several songs for Pedro, some that were widely known, some he made up on the spot. The waning crescent moon and a sea of stars shone upon them as they made love on the rooftop for what seemed like an eternity, before falling asleep under the stars.
It wasn’t until the following morning that Pedro first floated the idea of experimenting with their dominant and submissive roles. Pedro explained that when he was with a woman his dominance was always assumed. While he did enjoy that assumption of power he found it wasn’t as satisfying as what he shared with Oscar. With Oscar it was the thrill of the give and take, and he found that being ‘allowed’ felt more liberating than knowing he ‘could’ just because he wanted to.
When Oscar had asked Pedro what he imagined doing in a dominant role, however, Pedro had come up short. In his other relationships he was more or less there to meet his own needs for physical contact. A quick release was just a bonus. The reciprocity with Oscar was something he hadn’t realized he needed as much as he did, so he wanted to do it right, less he disrupt their delicate balance. So they spent the rest of the morning, and early afternoon, talking about what they wanted from each other and how they wanted to achieve those desires. Even then Oscar was hesitant about giving over control, but did his best to hide it. Pedro was finally growing more confident in his role and Oscar didn’t want to discourage him by telling him the loss of control scared him.
“Let’s take this one step at a time, baby steps. The first thing you need to do is to ask yourself if you want to take control. Once you’re sure that’s what you want, we can figure out the semantics. There’s nothing wrong with wanting that control, but the thing about control is you have to be willing, and able, to take it, but also be careful to wield it properly. Dominance and submission are like a symphony. They require trust, harmony, and a shared rhythm between partners. Each note, a gesture of power or surrender, creates a beautiful composition of intimacy and connection.”
Oscar pauses, searching for the words to best convey his feelings. They’re back on the rooftop and Oscar is strumming an idle tune as he speaks. Pedro sits across from him, a dreamy look in his eyes. When Oscar starts speaking again Pedro blinks rapidly, drawing his attention back to Oscar’s soothing voice.
“Communication becomes the conductor, guiding our movements and tempo. As the conductor, you listen, interpret, and respond to the cues, ensuring that we’re both attuned to each other's desires, but also each other’s limits and boundaries. As the music swells, so does the intensity of the connection. It's a dance of vulnerability and strength, where each of us finds our unique role and power within the dynamic, creating this masterpiece of intimacy that resonates long after the final note fades into the night.”
“Wow, that was beautiful. Expressing it that way makes it a lot easier to understand.”
“I wish I could say it was all me, but I read it somewhere a while back, and it just kinda stuck with me. The beauty of it all is how it ebbs and flows, ever changing and evolving. Sometimes it’s hard to remember, outside of this, that submission can be just as liberating as control is empowering.”
“I definitely think it’s something I’d like to try, if that’s ok?” Pedro asks meekly.
“Mi Pedrito, you have such baby girl energy. We’re gonna need to work on being more assertive. I’m gonna give you a homework assignment of sorts. For the rest of the time we’re in the city, I want you to assume that anything you want to do to me, with me, or have me do to, or with you, is allowed. If it’s not, I’ll tap out with a safe word.”
“Anything? Are you sure?” he asks in an uncertain tone.
“Anything darling. I might just surprise you with what I’ll let you do to me,” Oscar purrs.
For the remaining two weeks they spent in Brooklyn, Pedro started a slow, but steady, movement from asking, to telling, Oscar what he wanted. It started small, such as telling Oscar to make him breakfast, gradually progressing to telling Oscar what he wanted him to do to him during their scenes. These things included, but were not limited to, be restrained with soft ribbons and some light choking. By time they were ready to go back to LA the week before Pedro’s 44th birthday, Pedro was telling Oscar to blindfold him and have his way with him. A week after returning to LA Pedro told Oscar he wanted to use toys with him and be in charge of the remote control. Oscar eagerly agreed to all of these things when Pedro commanded them.
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Act V: The Reversal
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A gentle rain begins to fall as Oscar softly sings an acoustic version of ‘(I Can’t Help) Falling In Love With You’. Pedro continues to sip his coffee, running his fingers lazily through Oscar’s hair. When the song is over Oscar continues to strum idly, turning his head slightly to look up at Pedro.
“Happy birthday, mi tigre. What did you want to do today? I know we’re going out Saturday with your family and Sarah, but what about today?”
Pedro considers this for a few moments before a wicked grin curls his lips. “I want you to do a strip tease for me, baby. Then I’m gonna fuck you. And later, you’re gonna make love to me under the stars.”
Oscar rests his guitar carefully against the sofa. Propping himself up on one elbow he reaches for Pedro’s neck with his free hand, pulling him down for a tender kiss.
“Qué rico, mi Pedrito travieso (How delicious, my naughty Pedrito),” Oscar purrs softly, licking Pedro’s bottom lip before resting his head on Pedro’s lap once more.
They continue to sit outside in the gentle rain for another hour, enjoying the quietness of the day. The gentle rain eventually becomes hard and steady, resulting in a significant drop in temperature. When Oscar feels Pedro shudder beneath him, he quickly and carefully packs his guitar away, taking it, along with Pedro’s empty coffee cup, inside. When he comes back out he pulls Pedro to his feet, gripping his hips to pull him close. Burying his face into the crook of Pedro’s neck, he kisses a slow path to Pedro’s ear.
“Are you ready, mi tigre?” he whispers softly before gently biting Pedro’s earlobe.
He feels Pedro shudder against him and that deliciously familiar twitch against his lower abdomen as Pedro’s cock responds to his touch. Oscar kisses Pedro’s jaw line, pulling him tighter against his own growing erection. Standing practically nose to nose Oscar traces Pedro’s lower lip with his thumb before cupping his chin and sinking into a hungry, heated kiss. Moaning against his lips, Oscar grips the front of Pedro’s shirt and guides him inside. The steady drumming of rain through the open door sets a backdrop as he motions Pedro to sit in a chair he has turned to face the balcony.
Pedro grins impishly as Oscar takes out his phone and queues up a song. When the synthesized intro of ‘Pony’ begins Oscar starts to roll his hips in languid circles, raising his arms above his head, crossing them at the wrist. As his hips move his entire body falls into sync. He runs his fingers through his loose curls, down his face, neck and chest. Stepping in front of Pedro’s knees, Oscar grips his legs firmly and spreads them apart. Crouching between them, he runs his fingers up and down the length of Pedro’s thighs before cupping Pedro’s straining bulge through his pants. Leaning in, Oscar kisses Pedro’s neck, nipping the bruises he left the night before. Gliding his fingers over his lovers torso, he takes Pedro’s bottom lip gently between his teeth, panting heavily into Pedro’s mouth, before rising and taking a small step back.
Still feeling the music, Oscar undoes his belt with one hand, removing it in one quick, smooth motion. The leather snaps loudly as it coils upon itself before falling to the floor. Pedro bites his bottom lip and grips the arms of the chair, fingers flexing over the velvety surface. As Oscar untucks his shirt Pedro reaches for the waistband of Oscar’s pants. Oscar slaps his hand away playfully, shaking his head and wagging his finger.
“No, mi Pedrito! This is a tease, remember?’ Oscar laughs.
“I can’t help myself, baby. I want to touch you so badly. My body aches for the feel of your skin against mine.”
A Cheshire Cat grin slowly curves Oscar’s lips as he teasingly lifts his shirt, inch by inch, exposing his stomach, before removing it fully and tossing it onto his discarded belt. Stepping into the space between Pedro’s still spread legs, Oscar takes Pedro’s hands, placing them on his pecks. He guides them down his torso, stopping at the waistline. Hands still covered, Pedro slowly undoes the button and zipper, pulling Oscar’s pants over his hips. They fall to the floor as Pedro grips Oscar’s hips, pulling him close. Oscar steps out of his pants and hastily kicks them to the side as Pedro licks and kisses his stomach, starting to tug at the waistband of Oscar’s boxer briefs.
Stepping back just far enough to be out of Pedro’s reach, Oscar hooks his thumb into his waistband and teasingly pulls his boxers down just enough to expose the base of his cock. His other hand snakes inside, cupping his balls and giving them a light squeeze. His hand glides over his now erect cock as he pulls it out of his boxers. Taking Pedro’s hand, he places it over his throbbing member, pressing it hard against his erection.
“Baby, you make me so fucking hard,” Oscar whispers as he slowly pulls his boxers down, kicking them onto the pile of discarded clothes as Pedro starts to stroke him languidly.
Oscar straddles Pedro in the chair, kissing him with an unspoken, urgent need. He grinds his hips into Pedro as he works to remove Pedro’s shirt, breaking their kiss just long enough to pull it over Pedro’s head. Their lips reconnect instantly as Oscar’s fingers weave into Pedro’s soft, unruly hair, gripping it tightly. Pedro squeezes Oscar’s ass with one hand, while continuing to stroke his hard cock with the other. Oscar swiftly unbuttons and unzips Pedro’s pants, but when he goes to pull them down, he realizes he’ll have to stand up to remove them. Gripping the back of the chair firmly, Oscar pulls himself to a standing position, feet planted on the edges of the chair, allowing Pedro to shimmy off his remaining clothes.
As soon as Pedro’s hands are free again he possessively grips Oscar’s cock and licks the length from base to tip before swirling his tongue around the head and taking him fully. Oscar’s hips roll in small circles, the heat and texture of Pedro’s tongue eliciting deep moans.
“Fuck baby,” Oscar pants. “Oh yeah, just like that. I love it when you do that with that filthy little tongue of yours.” Gripping the back of the chair with one hand, Oscar buries his fingers in Pedro’s hair, gently guiding Pedro’s head. “I see you’re using the technique I taught you. You’ve gotten very good at it, baby,” Oscar moans softly.
Pedro continues to go down on Oscar, hollowing his cheeks to take him deeper. Still gripping the back of the chair for support, Oscar tightly grips Pedro’s throat, feeling his girth fill and expand it beneath his hand. After several minutes Oscar leans back slightly, loosening his grip on Pedro’s throat and looks down at him, cupping his face in his hands.
“Damn baby, you’re fucking incredible. Give me a second to catch my breath, otherwise I’m gonna paint that beautiful throat of yours before you’ve had a chance to play.”
Oscar sits on Pedro’s lap and begins to stroke his cock slowly. Pedro mewls under Oscar’s touch. Grabbing the lube from the small table beside them, Oscar applies liberal amounts to Pedro’s cock as Pedro applies in kind to Oscar’s entrance.
“Baby, can I change my mind?” Oscar asks playfully.
“No,” Pedro responds in a low tone with a devilish grin. “Are you ready for me, gatito?”
Oscar nods, a half smile curling his lips. Resting his hand on Pedro’s side, Oscar caresses Pedro’s cheek.
“Slide down a little bit baby,” he whispers gently into Pedro’s ear.
Gripping Pedro’s shoulders for support he lifts himself up so Pedro can slide down in the seat.
“Slide down a little more baby, and lay back. Yeah, just like that.” Oscar says in a soft, encouraging tone.
A look of nervousness overcomes Pedro as he grips his own cock and prepares to penetrate Oscar for the first time.
“Relax baby, it’s ok. Just take it nice and slow. I’ll help guide you.” Pedro looks at him with concern and uncertainty. “You won’t hurt me, mi tigre, I promise. If something doesn’t feel right let me know and we’ll make adjustments.” Oscar soothes, placing a reassuring hand on Pedro’s chest, right above his rapidly beating heart.
Placing his hand over Pedro’s they move slowly, allowing Pedro time to steady his nerves. Oscar accepts him with little resistance, a shuddering moan escaping him as Pedro goes deeper. They sit in silence for several seconds as Pedro’s breath gradually returns to a calm, steady rhythm.
Resting his hands on Pedro’s shoulders, Oscar leans into him, kissing him softly on the lips. He starts to roll his hips slowly, allowing Pedro to become acclimated before he gradually increases his tempo. Pedro quickly matches Oscar’s pace, lifting his hips to penetrate deeper.
“Fuck, mi tigre, you feel so god damn good inside me. Stroke my cock while you fuck me, baby. I wanna feel you inside and out. I want you to consume me entirely.”
Oscar moans loudly as Pedro fills him and strokes him simultaneously. Oscar’s moans and heavy breathing help Pedro find his groove. He begins to thrust with more force, his hips slapping against Oscar’s ass.
“Daddy, can I—,” Pedro begins, but is immediately cut off by Oscar placing a finger over Pedro’s lips.
“Don’t ask, baby…,” Oscar pants heavily. He gasps when Pedro’s free hand finds his throat a few seconds later. “Harder, baby. Like you fucking mean it!”
Pedro’s grip tightens around Oscar’s throat, causing Oscar’s breath to come in hollow, gasping shudders. Pedro moans loudly, the sounds from Oscar driving his courage. Pedro’s hips keep slamming against Oscar’s ass as he ruts himself harder and deeper into Oscar, hitting his sweet spot over and over.
Breath hitching in his chest, Oscar pants eagerly, “Fuck! Right there, baby, right there!”
Slowing down, Pedro presses his hand firmly against Oscar’s chest, indicating him to lean back slightly. Pedro leans down and kisses the tip of Oscar’s cock, which is already moist with pre-cum, swirling his tongue along the slit. He licks his lips, allowing Oscar’s essence to create a slick sheen on them.
The sight and sensation causes Oscar to jerk forward, involuntarily chasing Pedro’s lips. A feral groan escapes as Pedro finally wraps his lips around Oscar’s hard, aching cock. As his concentration shifts Pedro’s speed falters. Oscar picks up the slack, controlling both the depth and speed of penetration.
“I’m getting close, mi tigre. Where do you want it?” Oscar asks softly.
Pedro stops just long enough to answer, “In my mouth. Let me taste you, gatito.”
Gripping Pedro’s throat tightly Oscar releases his load, feeling his orgasm pour down Pedro’s throat, a quivering sensation rippling below his grip. Pedro gasps as he tries to catch his breath.
As Oscar continues to rock his hips, taking Pedro as deep as he can, his breath comes in ragged gasps as he rides Pedro hard. He leans in closely, hands traveling up Pedro’s sweat slicked torso, and bites Pedro’s shoulder hard enough to elicit a gasp.
Pedro shudders as he tries to hold off his release. Oscar gazes at him intensely, instantly knowing that he’s trained his Pedrito very well. Even taking on a dominant role, Pedro still seeks Oscar’s approval before he can find his release.
In a soft whisper, Oscar breathes against Pedro’s ear, “It’s okay, baby. Cum for me, cum inside me.”
Pedro arches his back as he cums deep inside Oscar, moaning with relief as his orgasm pulses through him in waves. Oscar sighs heavily as Pedro fills him. Cupping his chin, Oscar leans in and kisses Pedro tenderly, running his fingers through Pedro’s damp hair. As if a switch was flipped, Pedro almost immediately falls back into a submissive state.
“Was that ok, Daddy?” Pedro asks quietly, looking down into the space between them shyly.
“You did beautifully, mi tigre,” Oscar purrs, kissing the tip of Pedro’s nose. “I enjoyed it very much. I hope you enjoyed it too?”
“Yes, Daddy, I enjoyed it very much. I would love to do it again. Soon.”
“Of course, mi Pedrito. Sabes que haría cualquier cosa por ti, mi amor (you know I would do anything for you, my love). Let’s take a quick shower, then we can snuggle a little. And you can tell me where you want to go once it’s dark. Is there anywhere you know of that has privacy and good star visibility?”
“Hmm, there’s an observatory at Mt. Wilson. I think that would be perfect. There are some trails nearby. We could take a blanket, maybe some wine?”
“That sounds perfect, darling.”
After they shower they fall asleep while snuggled up to each other in bed, satisfied and pleasantly tired. A few hours later they dress, go to Pedro’s favorite restaurant, then head out to Mt. Wilson, where they gaze at the stars through the observatory telescopes while waiting for the park to officially close. Once they’re sure they’re relatively alone they lay out a blanket and sip wine while gazing at the night sky. They make love under the stars, just like they did during the nights they’d spent in Brooklyn.
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ES|| Hay un montón de cosas con las que quiero experimentar, aunque parece que nunca encuentro el momento (No os pasa lo mismo? Parece que el tiempo se me esfume entre las manos!!). Una de estas cosas es hacer patterns. Os muestro un experimento que hice con los dibujitos laterales de la ilustración de conejitos para pascua. Ya sé que destacan más son los conejitos que las estrellas, incluido el sol, pero es difícil superar ese nivel de adorable!🐰✨
Qué os parece el resultado? Creo que, aunque sea la primera vez que experimento con este tipo de composiciones, ha quedado bastante bien! Ya me lo imagino en papeles de regalo y libretas… Vosotros donde creéis que podría quedar genial un estampado como este?
EN|| There are a lot of things I want to experiment with, although I never seem to find the time to do them (Isn't the same thing happening to you? It seems like time is slipping through my hands!!). One of the things I always wanted to try is making patterns. Here you can see an experiment I did with the side drawings of the bunny illustration for Easter. I know that the bunnies stand out more than the stars, including the sun, but it's hard to beat that level of cuteness!🐰✨
What do you think of the result? I think that, although it’s the first time I experiment with this type of compositions, it has turned out quite well! I can already imagine it on wrapping paper and notebooks... Where do you think a print like this could look great?
#easter#bunny#pattern#illustration#ilustración#ilustracion#weeklypatternchallenge#vector#illustrator#animals#artistsupport#kidlitart#childrensillustration#イラスト#ilustração#artist#artwork#插畫#digitalart#characterdesign#illustrationartists#stars#illustrationoftheday#patterndesign#surfacepatterndesign#patternillustration#surfacepattern#일러스트#artists on tumblr#illustrators on tumblr
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Tonight I'm going to tell you a sad story...
Esta noche les voy a contar una triste historia.
This girl, very naively believed that she could compete in the galaxy cup to win a skin.
Esta chica fue muy ingenua al creer que podía competir en la Copa Galaxy para ganarse la skin.
This girl has never been so naive...
Esta chica nunca había sido tan ingenua...
And she felt sad.
y ella se sintió triste.
I really wanted that skin, I was very excited to be able to win it. The reality is that there are a lot of very good players who don't give you a chance to shoot them and they don't give themselves a chance to miss any bullet.
It was hard to compete and realize that you are not at the level for competing it was definitely not fun.
Realmente quería esa skin, me hacia mucha ilusión poderla ganarla.
La realidad es que hay muchos jugadores muy buenos que no te dan la oportunidad de que les dispares y ellos no se dan la oportunidad de fallar ninguna bala.
Fue duro competir y darte cuenta que no estas al nivel para competir y definitivamente no fue divertido.
#fortnite#videogames#fortnite battle royale#fnite#videojuegos#fortnite skins#epic games#my fortnite blog#fortnite screenshot#game content#story telling#sad moment#galaxy cup#Fortnite galaxy cup#galaxy skin#fortnite competitive#fornai#screenshot#fortnite wilds#fortnite tierras salvajes#tumblr post#post#daly post#bloging#fyp#para ti
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Brevísima reflexión de mi primer mes en el gimnasio
Gracias Franco, Vivian, Carol y Dennis por ayudarme a disfrutar este proceso.
Hace 31 días empecé el gimnasio como parte de mi decisión de crearme nuevos hábitos. En diciembre hice una autoevaluación y supe que debía de cambiar muchos aspectos: de mentalidad, de prioridades y de enfoque. Uno de los más difíciles era desaprender la mala práctica del esfuerzo mínimo con la que había estado operando los últimos tres años y hacer todo lo necesario para reaprender la disciplina. Sentí que eso impactaría positivamente en mi voluntad de trabajar con el mayor esfuerzo posible en todas las áreas de mi vida.
Entendí que no lo lograría solo con las “ganas”; debía de accionar en la práctica. Recordé que unos años atrás intenté hacer el 75 Hard pero no pude avanzar mucho en aquella ocasión. Es un reto muy exigente. A finales de diciembre del año pasado decidí planificarme a iniciarlo el 02 de enero. No tenía grupo ni amigos con quienes hacerlo, así que me aventuré a hacerlo solo y con total honestidad.
No sabía a qué gimnasio entrar aunque sí estaba claro que necesitaba a alguien que me entrenara, por dos razones: primero porque no tenía ni idea de cómo hacerlo y segundo porque necesitaba a alguien que me exigiera y a quien rendir cuentas cada día. Así fue que llegué donde Franco. Ya lo seguía en Instagram pero nunca había prestado atención a su perspectiva de trabajo y de minaste. Le escribí, le dije que quería probar unos días a ver cómo reaccionaba mi cuerpo -y principalmente mi mente-. Me dijo que llegara a las 4:30am. Por supuesto que pensé que estaba loco, pero luego caí en cuenta que era una buena oportunidad para empezar cada día lo más temprano posible, considerando además que tenía una estructura ya definida de lo que haría las mañanas antes de llegar a mi oficina: meditación/oración, lectura. Era el match perfecto para mi agenda diaria.
El 01 de enero puse la alarma a las 4:15am, con muchas dudas de si iba a apagarla o a levantarme. Sonó la alarma y contra todo pronóstico me levanté. Al llegar el primer día al gimnasio vi a dos muchachas: @viviancaldera y @carolnavas. Lo primero que pensé es que iba a conocer a nuevas personas (me gusta mucho) y que no sería aburrido hacerlo solo. Esos primeros tres días las vi entrenar con disciplina y una determinación envidiable. Ahí supe que quedarme iba a significar exigirme más de lo que hubiera querido inicialmente (“hacerlo al suave”).
Generalmente las características de un grupo te incentivan a salirte o te motivan a ponerte al mismo ritmo. Yo todavía no estaba dispuesto a renunciar tan rápido. A la semana llegó @dennisschwartz quien es un atleta de alto rendimiento y tiene muchos años de entrenar al máximo nivel. Ahí dije: no se diga más, este es el espacio ideal de buena influencia para esta meta.
Ya han pasado 31 días seguidos despertándome a las 4am de lunes a viernes para entrenar junto a ellos y a las 5am los fines de semana a correr solo. En un mes uno podría decir que poco se aprende, pero no ha sido mi caso. En un mes no solo he reflexionado mucho, también he empezado a notar cómo el gimnasio y el ejercicio influyen en otros aspectos de vida y más cuando estás atravesando situaciones emocionales adversas. He notado cómo mi cuerpo se está sintiendo más saludable, pero en especial estoy notando nuevos pensamientos que me están impulsando a mejorar cada día y que al final no estoy compitiendo contra otros, sino contra mi propio yo.
Probablemente mis nuevas amistades del gimnasio no se hayan dado cuenta, pero con pequeñas cosas me han ayudado mucho este mes. Estas son las que se me quedaron:
1. “La disciplina le gana a la motivación”. Uno llega muy motivado al gimnasio, al menos me ha pasado eso las pocas veces que lo he intentado. Sin embargo la motivación dura poco, es como un fósforo cuyo fuego dura lo que tarda en consumirse el palito de madera. Franco, nuestro coach, va más allá de solo darnos las rutinas y explicar los ejercicios, nos transfiere un mindset ganador. Síganlo en Instagram y lean lo que comparte para entender esto. Desde que lo dijo la primera vez me he enfocado en trabajar un día a la vez en el gimnasio, pues la disciplina se va construyendo con la acción diaria. Por eso me despierto a las 4 am aunque muchas veces no quiera o esté muerto del cansancio.
2. “Enfocate en el hábito y no en el resultado”. No me lo dijo alguno de ellos de forma literal pero sí en diferentes comentarios, más cuando pregunto el tiempo que falta para ver si tendré algún cambio en mi cuerpo. Lo mejor es que con la forma en que ellos entrenan me muestran que están enfocados en la disciplina de mantener el hábito. No fallan en llegar siempre a la misma hora todos los días. No negocian las indicaciones que nos da Franco. Y Carol y Vivian tienen hijas pequeñas, suficiente excusa para fallar más seguido.
3. “Vamos, vos podés”. Pareciera cualquier cosa pero no lo es. Carol me lo dijo la primera vez muy al inicio, en los primeros días. Yo estaba en las últimas haciendo uno de los ejercicios y todavía estaba a la mitad de la rutina. Cuando escuché el “podés” retomé las energías y continué hasta concluir todo. Luego en varias ocasiones Vivian y Dennis me lo han dicho justo en el momento en que siento que ya no puedo. Es como que ven con compasión al novato pero que saben lo importante de no dejarlo caer. En otra ocasión cuando le conté a Vivian que el 75 Hard me estaba costando demasiado, me hizo ver que ya había avanzado un tercio del tiempo. Ella vio el vaso medio lleno y yo medio vacío. El “vamos, vos podés” ahora me lo estoy diciendo a diario en todo lo que estoy haciendo en lo profesional y en mis otros proyectos.
4. “Desconectate de todo lo de afuera, concentrate en lo que estás haciendo”. Las primeras semanas usaba demasiado el teléfono. Me gusta escuchar algo mientras hago cardio y mientras estoy haciendo los ejercicios, sin embargo lo agarraba a cada rato para cambiar algo y ya luego me distraía viendo las redes. Un día Vivian me dijo esta frase y ahí la anduve pensando el resto del día. No solo se trata de hacerlo durante estás en el gimnasio, también en todas las otras actividades. Inclusive comentamos cómo el estar siempre con el teléfono nos hace quitarle la atención a nuestros hijos. Ya llevo una semana usando mucho menos el teléfono. El objetivo es pronto dejarlo guardado durante las rutinas…y mientras estoy con mis hijos.
5. “El balance es lo más importante”. Esta frase me ha resonado mucho porque justamente es uno de los aspectos que quiero trabajar este año: tener balance entre mi vida personal (espiritual/emocional), mi vida familiar, mi vida profesional y el resto. Además del ejercicio hablamos sobre lo que hacemos para nutrirnos en las otras áreas: libros, podcast, personas, etc. Esas son pequeñas buenas influencias que en otro momento de mi vida hubieran sido tan imperceptibles que las hubiera dejado pasar.
Apenas llevo un mes pero lo he vivido como medio año, con mucho entusiasmo e intensidad. Me encontré a las mejores personas para compartir este proceso de trabajar mente-cuerpo y eso me hace sentirme otra vez agradecido. Ahora se que el ejercicio no es algo temporal sino un nuevo estilo de vida. Hacia allá voy.
En 45 días escribiré sobre los aprendizajes que tendré del 75 Hard. Seguro serán muchos.
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15.11.2023 | 231115
Actualización en los medios oficiales de SHINee Japón.
"¡A partir de diciembre de 2023, los premios exclusivos en colaboración con SEGA PLAZA de SHINee, estarán disponibles en los centros de juegos y grúas en línea de todo el país! Para conmemorar la gira en Japón "SHINee WORLD VI [PERFECT ILLUMINATION]".
Se lanzará la versión SHINee de la serie de ilustraciones originales de SEGA "ANIMAL COORDY"! Además de los animales de peluche de los miembros que visten los trajes del MV de su último álbum "HARD", la alineación incluye artículos que solo se pueden obtener a través de Sega Prize, como llaveros con tarjetas coleccionables con fotografías recién tomadas de los miembros.
La información de la tienda para los productos lanzados en diciembre se actualizará el 1 de diciembre.
🔗Página web oficial; 'SEGA PLAZA x SHINee'🔗
ℹ️ Información detallada:
Tiendas: Disponible en Centros de juegos y maquinas recreativas online a nivel nacional
* La información de las tiendas en la que los productos serán lanzados se actualizará el 1 de diciembre
Precio: No a la venta (premio exclusivo por jugar en la maquina recreativa)
🛍️ Línea de productos:
- Bolsa pequeña (3 tipos/disponible a partir del 15 de diciembre de 2023)
- Peluches sentados (10x8x16 CM) (3 tipos/disponible a partir del 22 de diciembre de 2023)
- Llavero acrílico (6 tipos en total / Disponible secuencialmente a partir del 22 de diciembre de 2024)
- Mini juguete de peluche (3 tipos en total/lanzado secuencialmente a partir del 12 de enero de 2024)
- Llavero de peluche para photocards (3 tipos en total/lanzado secuencialmente a partir del 19 de enero de 2024).
💌 Mensaje de los miembros como agradecimiento a la gente que participe:
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Fever [Triss Merigold]
Notes:
I originally published this series on Wattpad but have since decided to also have it published here.
Triss Merigold’s stiff body lay curled in on itself on top he thick wool blanket; the pillow’s discarded off to the side in the midst of her fitful sleep. Geralt crept up softly from the stairs, trying his best not to disturb her, as he slowly settled in an armochair next to the bed. After the attack on Kaer Morhen from the infamous criminal organizations, Salamandra, she needed her rest.
Geralt’s yellow eye’s took a moment to observe the sorceress in front of him. Sweat dampened her auburn-red lock’s as they clung to the side of her face and nape of her neck. She stil wore that tight leather dress and fishnets, but at least Lambert had taken the time to help her out of her boots.
“Hmm, Geralt…”
Said Witcher’s yellow gaze flickered back up to the sorceresses face at the call of his name. He took great care in helping the red-head sit up on the bed before reaching over for a vial on the nightstand. He popped the cork screw before tilting Triss’ head back and feeding her the potion.
“Hmm, thank you, Geralt.” The sorceresses green eye’s fluttered open. Her makeup only half smeared as she seemingly instantly, regained her strength and sat up.
“Seems this potion is quite effective,” the Witcher mused before he stepped back into his previous resting place.
“That was terrible. I dreamed Lambert was with me..” Her hand flew to her forehead. “He was staring at me saying things like ‘don’t go dying on me now, Merigold!’ Calling me bigheaded. I’m so gad to see you. What?” Merigold cocked her head to the side when her gaze fell on the smirking witcher.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he mused.
“I know we should set out, but I have a feelin we won’t be back, perhaps ever. Won’t you stay just a bit longer, with me?” The sorceress’ dreamy green gaze fluttered longingly to his.
“I suppose… we have time..” Geralt trailed off as he leaned forward and met the painted red lip’s of the sorceress. Sighing in contempt, she briefly pulled away to trail her nails gently across the sides of his face, through his hair, and onto his shoulders.
“I’m so happy you’re… back. When I saw you, all the feelings I tried to deny returned, stronger than ever-”
“Triss,” Geralt cut her off. “I’m not ready to talk about the past..”
“O-Of course… I shouldn’t pressure you. I just feel so… The powers! I’m behaving like a teenager! Let’s focus on the present… I guess I disappointed you all… Forgive me.”
“Nothing to forgive. What I felt when learned you were alive… hard to compare to anything.”
“Oh…” the sorceress laid a hand gently across her chest in endearment.
“Except maybe what I feel as I look at you now.” This triggered Triss to smile.
“I missed you so… Let’s see if the ‘best bed in Kaer Morhen’ can hold us….”
Geralt let out a chuckle when Triss grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. She sat on him, her leg’s resting on both sides of his waist, and he watched in curiosity as the witch brushed her finger along the seam of her dress. In turn, it dissipated under her touch. She did this before doing the seam to Geralt, who watched in awe as in one moment they were both clothed to the next, where they laid in the nude.
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Sunlight bathed their bodies in a warm glow. Geralt awoke and rolled over to find the sorceress casually reading a nivel in the love seat across the room. Her red lock’s already up in their twin bun’s.
Though, the only thing that covered her naked form was a thick white towel. Geralt took a deep breath, and even from his place on the bed, he could smell the sweet scent ov lavender.
‘She must’ve taken a bath,’ Geralt noted before getting up from bed and throwing on his small clothes.
“Geralt, last night was amazing. As always, of course.” The sorceress wasted no time in saying as she heard the bed creak under his weight.
“As always?” The witcher raised a brow, and the sorceress snapped her gaze of him. A look of hurt flashing across her face.
“You don’t remember anything?”
“Unfortunately.” Triss moved her leg’s out of the was as the witcher took a seat next to her before she laid them back down on top of him.
“Well, you have something to look forward to, then. No matter. Tell me, how did the battle end?”
Geralt wrapped an arm around the sorceress’ naked shoulders as she spoe; his gaze briefly sweeping across the page’s of her book.
“They broke into the lab, killed Leo, stole our mutagens, and escaped…”
“Poor Vesemir. Another protege died prematurely.”
“Common, I think we’ve delayed the funeral long enough already,” Geralt said as he got up and began getting dressed, and with a heavy heart, Triss followed.
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3, 5, 12, 28 (ou desas, as que queiras haha) do ask de música nivel hard :)
3:A song that reminds you of summertime
ui, ultimamente gato e rato das bratzantifa, empecei escoitala aló por marzo e deume moitísimas ganas de ir de verbena por aí despois de pasar o día na praia, a ver se cando acabe co tfm do demo teño oportunidade
5:A song that needs to be played LOUD
sempre que escoito por españa de Samantha Hudson teño de subirlle o volume a radio, DÉJAME COQUETA! EN UNA CUNETA!
12:A song from your preteen years
uf, cantísimas para escoller, mmmm pois a purpurina de alberto gambino, ou gasolina, sangre y fuego de hazel, dúas cancións inseparables dos 2000 na miña cabeza
28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love
vou dicir Desátame da Mónica Naranjo, que ten un vozarrón que me flipa
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QSMP Shit post:
No cause like, relate on a personal level with Chayanne oml. This VOD made me cry so hard last night not even gonna lie. I knew it was gonna happen, but bro… shit was fucked. Ik they’re just pixels but FUCK MAN! Omg
Spanish Translation:
No porque me relacione con Chayanne a nivel personal con esto. Este VOD me hizo llorar tanto anoche que ni siquiera voy a mentir. Sabía que iba a pasar, pero hermano... la mierda estaba jodida. Sé que son solo píxeles, pero ¡JODER, HOMBRE!
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gente, como o niall é do mal….. tô passada que ele sabotou o carro. tô ate vendo ele chegar na festa e tentar estragar tudo de novo. apesar do harry ter sido um babaca nivel hard, torço pelo casal sim! Coitado, era um idiota mas quase ter morrido fez ele repensar ksksksskks.
já tô ansiosa para domingo que veeeem 🤩🤩🤩
Niall se mostrou uma pessoa nojenta, nao é?
Pois é, teve que acontecer muita coisa pro Harry se tocar. Acho que comigo funcionou assim pra eu dar valor a muitas coisas kkkk
Vem ai, amiga! Obrigada por ler ❤️
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waves violently i wanna hear about it i wanna hear about it :D it sounds super cool
- pots:3
POTS POTS!! hello helloo !! /vpos
alright, so
it's about a secret and non governmental organization that was previously called "ordo veritatis" (from latin, "order of truth/the order of the truth). their goal is to strengthen something called "the membrane". the name was changed to "ordo realitas" (order of reality) due to some events.
the membrane can be seen as a veil, a "limit" between the human reality and the "other side", a dimension filled with everything that's paranormal. the other side shouldn't be able to come to the human reality easily, but the thinner the membrane gets, the easier it might be for those creatures to access "our world"
there are many ways one can make this veil go thinner, and it all revolves around fear. using rituals to bring those monsters to our 'this reality', spreading horror stories and making up scary rumors. paranormal creatures can be created from simply being feared (which's happened on the series before to the work of a horror novel writer).
and then there are the elements of the other side! they're.. kinda hard to figure out. there are five of them: fear, blood, death, knowledge and energy. each has something called a "relic", a bridge between the source of this element on the other side and the human reality.
blood is strongly tied to strong emotions (specially hate) and the one that currently holding it's relic is the devil.
death is linked to time, and i believe the god of death currently holds is relic? all that's known is that, when not used, a city called "saint cradle" (or many other names) will evolve around it. its citizens are grey people with black stripes on their faces. they have no electricity (since the element of death is countered by energy) and they refuse to evolve, being a medieval-like society. some citizens are used as a fuel to this city, locked in white rooms inside of a cave and being forced to forever worship the "spiral symbol". being formerly made out of something called "sludge", everything on this city is deadly scared of fire (the only thing that can effectively kill it) and the city itself will be extremely hostile towards those who light fire there. time there is faster than outside, so a week there can be hours outside of the city. leaving it is extremely hard, specially when you're marked with the spiral symbol. the comforting idea of a cozy city with everything you need and the addiction to worship that symbol can lead to insanity, like an extreme abstinence. they use crystals for healing, heating things and a sludge crystal is used to permanently turn someone into a citizen. i could go on soo much further about this tbh.
energy is the element of chaos and luck, formerly held by "the host". he pretty much did what he is called. he hosted death games and imprisoned people to deal with luck, riddles and plasma-like creatures by themselves. there were a LOT of them and they're linked to the story of the roman coliseum and the emperors of rome.
knowledge is the element of balance. its relic is held by the sect of masks. the sect is an all-knowing hivemind that strives for balance between the other side and "this side" of reality. they're extremely mysterious on their ways.
fear is the one element we know little to nothing about. all we know is that "the god of fear is watching" and it'll apparently be further explored on the upcoming game. we've only seen two rituals of fear being used this far, and it is unclear what the element revolves around.
rituals are basically "powers", and are performed by people who "transcended", linking themselves to an element of the other side and sacrificing a bit of their sanity by increasing their "paranormal exposition", now called "nex" (that stands for "nivel de exposição", which means "level of exposition").
every character has a nex, and it ranges from 0% to 100%. when you have zero, you've never experienced anything paranormal. 50% means there is more of the other side inside of you than yourself. at 100%, you literally no longer exist. you're taken completely by the other side.
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all of this is just THE BASICS, i didn't even get started on what each season is about.
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