#princesa sarah

[sarahvilelaheart]

Desculpem o atraso mais uma vez, pessoal... Mas taí o novo episódio atrasado da princesa Sarah, que se chama "Inverno com o Hayzee"!

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[avenging-fandoms]

okay but imagine being pedro's wife/baby mama and staying at home with the kids while he's away filming or at events (like the met gala). and then the house feeling full when he returns. maybe you're in the yard with the kids when he gets home and the kids run up to him all excited to have their daddy back :,)

It had been 10 months of phone calls, FaceTimes and watching Pedro on the tv. Your 4 year old, Eliana and 9 month old, Isaac, were desperately missing their dad and so were you. Taking care of them both was a hassle and a half, but thankfully you weren't alone.

Sarah and Oscar both offered, as well as some of your friends to watch your babies on occasion, and you accepted every time. They made missing Pedro and doing it without him so much easier.

“Ellie, would you like to go outside?” It was 75 outside and the perfect weather to just breathe. You grabbed a blanket and some toys, their waters and your sunglasses. You laid out the blanket and opened the porch umbrella, Eliana grabbing chalk from her toy box and drawing on the stone path.

"Mama, I found a worm!" She squeals and you smile, nodding as you bounce Isaac. She continues to draw and you put on some Raffi on the speaker, singing along to 'Down By The Bay' as Isaac watched you with a smile. "Can I draw in the driveway, Mama?"

"Yes, please do not go near the road my sweet girl."

"Okay Mama!" She grabbed her chalk and dirtied her shirt, setting them down gently and scribbling a picture. You were amazed at how smart and wonderful Ellie was and you loved your children more than anything.

A car honks from down the street rapidly and Eliana looks at you and runs to you, clinging to your side. You smile at the license plate, kissing her head and laughing as you tell her she's okay.

Eliana watches the car pull into the driveway and her face lights up. "Daddy!" She screams and he swings his door open, Eliana moving her little feet as fast as they could into her dad's arms.

Pedro engulfed his daughter in his arms, falling out of his squat to a roll on his back in the lawn as he kissed his daughter's face. "Mi princesa, I missed you so much mí amor."

"I missed you too!" She giggles and you stand up as they sit up. "Mama missed you too." Pedro stood up, a smirk on his face as he held eye contact.

"And I missed Mama." He smiles and wraps his arm tightly around you, right hand on Eliana's head as he kissed you. "My goodness." He breathed and kissed you over and over, slightly dipping you and you laugh.

"I missed you too, Pedro." His eyes fell to Isaac and he wanted to cry. “He missed you the most.”

Pedro started to cry as he took his son in his arms. “He’s so big now.” He cried, and your heart broke. “I missed him getting bigger.”

Pedro’s voice was broken. He sat on the grass and Eliana went over to Pedro, rubbing his back with her head on his shoulder. “Are you okay, Daddy?”

“I’m alright, sweetheart. I just missed you guys so much.” You sat on the other side of him and laid your head on his shoulder, which only made him cry harder.

“I’m sorry, Pedro. I sent you a bunch of photos and videos and FaceTimed you so you missed nothing.”

“But I did, Yn. I can’t do this again.” He cried and you looked at him, nodding. “I missed so much with you and my children, I left you with a month old baby and a 4 year old. I’m a bad dad and husband.”

“You work for your family, Pedrito. You are not a bad dad or husband, so knock it off with that.”

Pedro sniffled as he held his son’s head in his hands, rubbing his thumb over his son’s cheek. “He’s so beautiful.”

“He looks just like you, Pedro.” You smile and kiss his cheek. He looks at you and kisses you softly.

“Eeeewwww!” Eliana exclaims and you laugh, grabbing her from behind Pedro and tickling her while giving her kisses and she giggled.

Pedro looked at you playing with Ellie and his eyes welled again. He didn’t want to miss another one of these beautiful memories. He waited his whole life for these moments, and he’ll never let them slip away ever again.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal blurb #pedro pascal blurbs #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #rpf #real person fiction #dad!pedro #dad!pedro pascal

[beezusvreeland]

Santi's journal (Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Reader)

I was planning on publishing a fic about Santiago on Valentine's Day, but didn't have time to finish. Since I like what I wrote so far, I decided to share with all of you :)

summary: After the break up, Santiago is advised to write a journal to deal with his feelings, an exercise that brings back memories and, maybe, a new hope for your relationship.

ship: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Reader

genre: Angst, possible second chance romance, Santi sometimes being sweet and, others, a bitch.

words: 1,7k

taglist (if you'd like to be added, just let me know in the comments): @wreckmyimage @steven-grants-world @lizispunkk @torntaltos @nervousmumbling @littleshadow17

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You’ll never read this. I’ll make sure of it. It boils my blood the fact that I can see the face you’d make, you would tell me writing in a journal is so unlike me. Of course you’re right, you’re always fucking right. I wouldn’t be doing this if Will hadn’t made me. He showed up at 7 fucking am at my mother’s house and you know she fucking loves him, a prince charming, if she has ever seen one. Fucking prick keeps smirking at me because I know he is far from it. After eating like a fucking king, he tossed me this goddamn notebook and a pen and said something how I should stop pouring my feelings on alcohol, hilarious since he was drinking as much as me last night, and find another way to express emotions or whatever. He is still here, watching me like a fucking hawk while I pretend I’m taking this shit seriously. 

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Being back at my parents’ house is fun for like two days, after that it’s just depressing. I’m sleeping in my bed in my room and it just doesn’t feel like home anymore. If my conscience wasn’t guilty already, I would have broken the promise I made to Ironhead and driven my ass straight to the bar. I would keep getting a hangover, but at least I would sleep better.

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I was cleaning the car just now and found one of your earrings. That one that’s a small golden hoop, you wear it all the time. You’re probably looking for it, maybe I should give it to Frankie or Benny to return it to you. It’s funny, you always said that you felt sort of naked without earrings. It was one of these things you would repeat every once in a while, I’ve always liked that. Felt like a confirmation that even if you changed, you were still you.

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Things got complicated after we broke up. I wonder if you feel it too, our friends forming teams for each of us. I don’t like that. And I know you don’t either. I went to Fish’s to give him your earring, feeling safe ‘cause you know, it’s fucking Fish, mi hermano. But Sarah was home and was the one who opened the door. Let’s just say she’s very much on your team. She made sure I knew that with all the screaming in spanish and the dishes being thrown my way. I hid in my car until Frankie came home. Me, an army veteran. That’s how pathetic my life has been, princesa. 

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Can’t sleep again. Think I got too used to having you by my side. Also, this bed is very small, I don’t know how I was able to sleep here. I think you would like to know that now I’m the one doing my own laundry and the cleaning. Ma made it clear that her casa no es un hotel. I heard her telling mis tias that the only baby she wants to take care of is a grandchild and that I ruined her chances of having one. 

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Met a girl at the bar last night. We made small talk for a while, until she asked me if something was wrong because I kept looking at the door every time someone walked in. I told her I thought I saw a friend, but the truth is I realized that my body has an automatic response to the sound of the bar door opening. I turned every time hoping it would be you walking in, but it never was.

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I saw on the news that the old movie theater downton is going to be demolished and turned into a parking garage. Not gonna lie, it made me so fucking sad to think about it and to wonder how you might react to this news. We were always there when we were kids. It was where we talked for the first time. You think it was at school, but it wasn’t. All I wanted was an electric guitar just like James Hetfield’s and my parents said absolutely fucking not when I asked them for it, so I started working there on weekends. Sundays were always boring, only a handful of people showed up in the mornings and time just wouldn’t go by.

And then one day you showed up at the concession stand, hair down in one of those headbands you loved so much, I wasn’t prepared, thought I was going to have a heart attack at the age of 16. You recognized me from homeroom, knew my name and all. I was such a fucking simp, always trying to sit next to you. I thought you would never even look in my direction and then you were there at the theater, trying to make some small talk while I got you popcorn. I spent the rest of the day over the moon that we had talked and terrified I had blown it by being so nervous and barely saying anything to you. In homeroom on monday, you turned to me with a shy smile and said hi. That’s all it took. You had me…and still do.

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The nightmares are back. You know, the ones with the sounds of shots being fired, all the blood and the bodies. I’m terrified that one day I’ll start recognizing them. Of one of them becoming you. I almost called your number, dialed it and everything. Then I remembered that, according to you, the only acceptable excuses for waking you up in the middle of the night were if the house was on fire or if someone was dying. And I just didn’t want to give you yet another reason to be mad at me.

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I’m pissed off right now. Frankie had the audacity of taking me out of town to help him pick up some table Sarah bought online and next thing I know, he starts to reprimand me for what happened. Some bullshit about not giving up on what I loved, especially not you.

No matter how much we argued, he still missed my point. You were the one that had doubts. The one that didn’t want to commit. You said you wanted to, so why won’t you?

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I went back to the bar today. Fuck, I really needed a drink after that disaster with Frankie and the arguments with my mother, who won’t shut up about Miss Celia next door becoming a grandmother to twins and how she is thinking of giving her some of my baby clothes. Ma wanted them to go to her grandchildren, our children. We can’t have a conversation that doesn’t involve this topic. I just can’t do anything right.

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It’s not just the clothes she keeps, you know. Ma also has several scrapbooks with moments I didn’t even remember. There was one just for prom, with pictures at my house, in front of the limo, others where I look very sweaty and probably stoned. I spent years going back to that memory. It’s one of my biggest regrets, not taking you to prom. I put myself in a situation I didn’t know how to get out of.

The night we kissed for the first time, in my car parked in front of the movie theater, blew my mind. Before that, I thought you’d never date me, so I started dating other girls. I had hooked up with Paloma Gomez a few times when she let me know we would go to the prom together. I said yes. I was such a shit little idiot, fuelled by hormones and teenage angst. I hadn’t learned yet that having sex with someone doesn’t mean you are in love with them, how meaningless it could be. It didn’t matter how much I tried, no amount of it could ever compare to talking to you on the phone late at night, trading secrets and whispers about everything and nothing.

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Got a consulting job at a firm. It’s freelance for now, but you know, it gives me something to do and a reason to leave the house every day. The people at the office are fine, there aren’t that many demands at this time of the year and one of the ladies from the other floor brings a cake every friday. This week’s was lemon flavored with a cream filling I know you would love.

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Benny convinced me to try out the gym he is working at and it wasn’t bad. I thought he worked at the counter or something, but he is a personal trainer. A good one, if you ask me — don’t fucking tell him.

Ben made me lift some weights and run for a bit. Tried talking to him about the fight, I actually meant to ask how you have been, but once again the words escaped me and our conversation took a turn to who’s right and who’s wrong. He said if I wanted you back, I should understand what went wrong to make it right. It was weird, not gonna lie, all the riddles and shit. For a moment there, I felt like I was the kid and he was the adult for once.

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A few days after we kissed, you showed up at the theater again, remember? You seemed nervous for once, holding a dark green box that you put on the counter. You were even wearing a dress I hadn’t seen before, the one that made you look like Wednesday Addams. It seemed you even had a bit of makeup on.

You broke the awkwardness between us asking me to open the box. Inside there were five cupcakes with inscriptions on them: P R O M ? When I looked back at you, you had your hands behind your back and were shifting your weight, a smile on your face. Telling you that I already had a date and confirming I was dating that girl was one of the hardest things I ever had to do in life — and I’ve hidden in a cave full of corpses before, you know it.

I became desperate, tried telling you it wasn’t serious, that maybe I could cancel with her to go with you. And you said that would be cruel to both of you, then left.

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author's note: I have and idea for a part two. Let me know if you're interested? And if you like what you read, please reblog and leave a comment, it means the world to us writers to be able to interact with our readers.

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#santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago garcia x reader #santiago x reader #triple frontier fic #bee writes

[tecontos]

A vadia que eu amo, me surpreendeu na casa de swing.

By; Felipe

Olá caros e fiéis leitores do te-contos. 

Eu Felipe venho relatar meu segundo conto verídico que aconteceu tem duas semanas. Experimentar escrever aqui e receber alguns likes, aumentou minha perversidade e ânimo para escrever cada vez mais para vocês. 

Irei deixar o título do meu primeiro conto ao final deste, ok? 

Vamos lá, 

Me chamo Felipe, 27 anos, Branco 1,69 de altura, 65kg, cabelos e olhos castanhos claros. Meu corpo não tem nada de "super" sou um magrinho definido. 

Minha mulher se chama Sarah (fictício) Branca 28 anos, 1,65m de altura, 53kg, loira, olhos lindos mesclados de verde e mel. Magra falsa, com coxas medianas e um par de silicone que deixou seus seios maravilhosos .

Estamos juntos há quase 4 anos, desde o segundo ano tento contagiar minha mulher com safadezas do mundo liberal.

Pelo qual criei interesse por resultado de um pouco mais de uma década de Tumblr. As páginas de ménage, troca de casais e maridos que liberam suas esposas. Essas com algumas legendas depravadas e picantes (nada haver com corno ou humilhação) odeio isso. E claro muitos contos na "conta" que faz uma mente fértil, imaginar e gozar muito disso.

A melhor forma de abordagem para esse assunto com minha esposa, foi enviar alguns Gifs de ménage, glory hole, contos baseados nessas categorias e narrar/imaginar uma terceira pessoa durante nossas fodas. Alguns brinquedinhos também ajudaram a estimular a imaginação e plantar o desejo em minha esposa.

Aguardei então uma oportunidade para essa abordagem, e ela veio.

Minha esposa confessou à mim que pouco antes de começarmos a ficar e nos conhecermos, tinha marcado uma suruba com sua amiga, mais velha e experiente no ramo. 

Uma coroa de 40 e tantos anos, rata de academia, uma mulher conservada que aparentava ter bem menos.

Seria Sarah, sua amiga que irei chamar de Hellen (fictício por sigilo) e 2 personal trainers. Pensei comigo “que vadias” Seletivas e com requisitos para total certeza de degustar, um corpo perfeito, malhado e dotes de seus agrados. Com direito a spoilers, data e hora marcada.

Enquanto a adrenalina percorria pelo meu corpo, sentia um certo ciúmes com tesão imaginando toda cena. E continuava a pensar, que nunca imaginaria tamanho plano das duas descaradas. Acho que, realizar fetiches dando início a partir de uma situação inusitada, é o plano perfeito para o prazer. Nada meio que roteirizado. Mas, não para as duas descaradas.

Sarah continua

— iria com a consciência tranquila! Pois estávamos nos conhecendo. Me olhando nos olhos.

Sincera da parte dela. Eu reconhecendo que naquele olhar, naquele mato, tinha coelho! 

Minha princesa. O amor da minha vida, com uma cara e postura séria, com rosto que eu assemelho norte-americana e dona de um lindo sorriso. 

Refém de dois marmanjos à massacrando na pica.

Sarah finaliza

— Não deu certo porque o ciclo menstrual não colaborou e o sinal de verde, ficou vermelho.

Suspiro, mas não sei se de alívio. Em dúvida se queria ou não, que tivesse acontecido para saber cada detalhe. Soma né? Haha

Os dias passaram e minhas visitas ao Tumblr, me deram gatilhos automáticos para imaginar tal cena. Minha princesa sendo amassada, severamente, sem dó e piedade por dois homens, ardendo em desejo por ela. 

Resultando em imensidão de prazer.

Rendida de joelhos mamando os dois. Os dois chupando ela toda, um em cada seio, intercalando beijo entre eles, fodendo ela de 4 enquanto chupa o outro. Imaginando que eles pegariam elas em todas posições possíveis. E o grand finale esporrando na cara das duas vagabundas!

A foda que elas tanto queriam.

Após a abordagem e uma certa insistência sem ser medíocre, Sarah aceitou e cogitou a ideia de irmos numa casa de swing durante nossa viagem para Salvador. 

Acabou com nosso ânimo, saber que a casa não estava abrindo e não iríamos sequer interagir com os bahianão mais safados da cidade. 

Então voltando de viagem para SP em janeiro, sem perder muito tempo, uns dois finais de semanas depois. Pedi que Sarah se arrumasse que iríamos sair. Sem ao menos dizer pra onde a safada parece que entendeu o recado e colocou uma roupa justa, ousada e a que colocaria pra jogo sem dúvidas.

Uma saia verde, curta e com detalhes que dava para ver partes internas de suas coxas, e óbvio uma blusa decotada deixando seus peitões à mostra, dando pra ver boa parte e despertando curiosidade de todos ao redor. 

Chegamos na casa de swing por volta da 00h (acho que muita gente já tinha aprontado aquele horário, pelo o que percebemos) nos deparamos com uma variedade de públicos, sendo a maioria, maduros. 

Pegamos alguns drinks e sentamos no salão principal, onde música rolava, alguns dançavam, outros estavam a mesa sentados conversando. Aguardando a atração da noite, que não imaginava quanta putaria seria da stripper no Pole dance, excitando todo corpo que tinha olhos fixados nela. 

Após a apresentação, todos foram para área privativa animados. Uma enorme porta que eu não sabia o que viria por trás dela.

Entramos, observando tudo e já tinha gente se pegando no corredor.

Trocando alguns beijos. Andamos mais um pouco e nós deparamos com uma ala chamada "gaiola" com uma cama enorme na parte interna, alguns apetrechos sado masoquistas, e alguns espelhos espalhados. 

Na parte externa uma grade semelhante a de cadeia para os telespectadores verem dali, o show acontecer e se excitar. Assistimos a suruba da mesma dançarina do pole dance com alguns homens naquela cama. 

Ao pararmos para olhar, já tinha um rapaz chupando a stripper de 4, enquanto ela chupava outro. O ambiente é com pouca iluminação, mas dá para assitir de camarote cada detalhe do que acontece ali...

Eu e Sarah nós excitamos e demos uma volta para explorar mais, até que entramos em uma cabine somente nos dois, e começamos a trocar uns beijos.

Nossa primeira vez ali, óbvio não teríamos coragem de entrar naquela suruba rs

Demos outra volta e nos deparamos com um casal transando de porta aberta dentro de uma cabine, para que todos olhassem. 

Fizemos como a maioria, paramos e freezamos ali, assistindo o anal que acontecia. Em pé, uma loira madura, linda inclusive, aparentava uns 40 anos. E um rapaz em média de 40 anos bem forte e careca.

O rapaz pediu que Sarah beijasse a esposa dele enquanto à fodia, e pediu que eu batesse na bunda de sua parceira, assim fizemos. Foi excitante assistir a primeira interação bi ao vivo de minha esposa. Mesmo que somente um beijo.

Saímos dali, e visualizamos outra cabine, outro casal que trancou a porta e deixou somente as brechas para interagir. Do rapaz eu não me lembro bem, mas a mulher era uma mestiça.

Sarah então colocou sua mão pela brecha e foi explorar. A mestiça facilitou e guiou a mão de Sarah até seu peito, que apalpou gostoso segundo ela. Em seguida a mestiça guiou a mão de Sarah até o pau do seu parceiro dentro da cabine, que não perdeu tempo e o punhetou, comentando que não era muito grande.

Mesmo sem ver o que acontecia, aquilo me excitou muito. 

Resolvemos ir embora e essas foram nossas únicas interações na primeira vez que fomos nessa casa de swing chamada ENIGMA.

Agora vou contar a parte 2

Pela segunda vez resolvemos ir e escolhemos outra balada liberal, isso há duas semanas atrás.

Sarah foi mais ousada ainda dessa vez em seu look, uma mini saia preta, e um tule manga longa transparente e com brilhos. E um sutiã bem justo, saltando seus seios ainda mais.

Mas o melhor estava por vir, Sarah com a intenção de me provocar já tinha armado o plano que iria tirar o sutiã na entrada da balada. E assim fez me surpreendendo com a cena e a mistura de emoções que estava sentido.

Deixou seus peitos a mostra, vestindo somente o tule transparente. Fazendo qualquer um, que olhasse, babar naquele lindos par de seios.

Entramos e seguimos o protocolo, drink para quebrar o gelo, nos divertir um pouco com a música, e explorar tamanha safadeza que essa casa ofereceria.

O público agradou, estava lotado e chegamos mais cedo dessa vez. 

Após Sarah se alegrar um pouco com drink que tinha bebido, me convidou para dar uma volta. Aceitei e seguimos explorando essa casa, que não demorou para acharmos a famosa "Gaiola" semelhante a primeira, mesmo naipe, um pouco maior. 

E que por sinal, estava vazia.

Sarah e eu não perdemos tempo e entramos lá, e começamos a dar uns amassos. Me recordei da ideia de Sarah de alguns meses atrás que comentou.

— Perdemos a oportunidade de entrarmos lá e eu te dar uma mamada gostosa para todos assistirem como sua puta faz.

Durante os amassos caiu a ficha que estávamos executando o que Sarah sugeriu, me excitei ainda mais, com uma pegada ousada e ofegante estalava nossos beijos.

Alguns minutos distraídos, quando olhamos para o lado já tinha em média umas 8 pessoas nos assistindo, e não paravam de chegar mais, para assistir somente nos dois lá dentro. 

A coisa esquentou e Sarah cumpriu o que dissera 

Desabotoou minha calça, abriu meu zíper e sacou meu membro para fora, pegando com um misto de aperto, massagem e uma leve punhetada. 

Confesso que me senti um pouco desconfortável com a situação de todos nos olhando e deliciando com a cena. Mas direcionei meu foco, naquele momento que iríamos realizar uma nova experiência. Meu pau latejava e babava de tesão 

Sarah então se agachou descaradamente, deixando à mostra sua calcinha vermelha para todos verem.

Nessa altura quando olhei, já tinha em torno de 15 pessoas nos assistindo.

Então Sarah não perdeu tempo e começou um boquete meus amigos, de profissa! Não é propaganda não, essa puta tem doutorado em boquete!

Começou por leves beijos e chupadas na glande me olhando com olhar fixo, em seguida me disse:

— Voce não vai tirar minha blusa? 

Tomando iniciativa e rancando seu tule. Ficando somente de mini saia e calcinha. E seus peitos esbanjados ao público, que ouvia vagamente uns elogios vindo de lá.

Sarah então segurou meu pau pela base, firme do jeito que ela sabe que me deixa louco. E começou um vai e vem, sem muita pressa, salivando e babando no meu membro. Alternando em leves engasgadas, ao retornar e afastando um pouco sua boca da cabeça, fios de salivas conectavam seus lábios no meu pau...

Eu fechava os olhos por alguns segundos buscando concentração e não me incomodar com o público.

Ao abrir os olhos novamente, reparei 2 rapazes que se aproximava, com os olhos fixos no que estava rolando e se masturbando, os safados já estavam a quase 1m da gente.

Fiquei um pouco desconfortável, fechei novamente os olhos e quando abri, os descarados se aproximavam cada vez mais. Sarah via tudo aquilo e sabia que sua boceta estava encharcada com a situação ali.

Então continuando o boquete sem parar, Sarah diminuiu o ritmo e começou explorar todo meu membro com a língua e passando seus beiços em partes que ela já conhece meu ponto fraco. Isso me mata de prazer!

Fechei o olho curtindo esse momento delicioso, quando de repente Sarah para e começa me punhetar, continuei de olhos fechados curtindo o momento.

Aos poucos sinto seus movimentos mudarem, um pouco mais longos, dando à entender que estava com os braços esticados. E não tão perto de mim o quanto estava.

Resolvo abrir o olho e me deparo com uma cena que não esqueci desde o dia do ocorrido. 

Sarah está realmente com uma certa distancia e seu braço direito esticado até mim segurando meu pau, enquanto seu braço esquerdo está numa distância mais curta de seu corpo, sua mão esquerda na altura do rosto segurando uma pica um pouco maior que a minha e mais grossa, a encarando. Olhou pra mim, e não esperou sinal de nada. A situação já era dela. Abocanhou a tora do rapaz que estava se masturbando um tempo atrás, me olhando. 

Aquilo enlouqueceu meu cérebro e o tesão era inexplicável, ver aquela cena ao vivo na minha frente pelo meu cônjuge.

Continuou me olhando e boqueteando aquele estranho da mesma forma que faz comigo, deixando aquele estranho saborear o delicioso talento dela, ora engasgava, ora batia com o pau na cara com força, todos ouviam os estalos.

Então dei mais um passo para reaproximar dos dois e Sarah começou alternar boquetear um e outro. Meu pau tem 18 cm, aquele na sua mão esquerda deveria ter 22cm 

Eu já estava me retorcendo pra não gozar com a cena que estava vendo.

Então me concentrei fechando os olhos novamente, para não gozar, cerca de alguns segundos, de olhos fechados a Sarah me mamando, tira a mão do meu pau e começa chupar sem as mãos.

Eu sabia que ao abrir os olhos, teria alguma novidade, e ali estava outro estranho ajoelhado chupando os peitos da Sarah e ela forçando a cabeça dele contra seus peitos, enquanto me mamava e punhetava o outro estranho.

Não demorou muito para o outro rapaz se levantar e expor seu membro frente a Sarah, que era semelhante o mesmo tamanho que o meu. 

Com olhos abertos e assistindo tudo, Sarah está me chupando e punhetando dois paus, um em cada mão. 

Minha puta já tinha virado disputa com quem ficava com a boca dela, ora eu, ora o estranho 1, ora o que tinha chegado por último. Todos intercalavam a puxando pelo cabelo, transferindo sua boca para outra pica e à usando.

A brincadeira não durou muito, mas o suficiente. 

Então o primeiro anunciar a gozar foi o estranho que chegou por último. Banhando os peitos de Sarah de porra, esse terminou, agradeceu e saiu da gaiola. 

Sarah então, se ajeitou e se pôs na frente do outro estranho pedindo que ele também gozasse em seus seios, me deixando de lado para assistir. 

Não demorou muito e a segunda esporrada veio nos peitos da minha esposa, quanta porra! 

Ver aquilo, foi um frio na barriga inexplicável. Mas eu estava adorando e sabia que eu era o próximo. 

O outro estranho se retirou  e de novo, somente nos na gaiola, a essa altura já tinha mais de 30 pessoas parada ali nos observando.

Sarah então, começa a me punhetar com meu pau na vertical enquanto abocanha minhas bolas, a safada sabe como eu amo gozar assim.

Anunciei então que ia gozar e Sarah abocanhou meu pau até onde aguentou, e esperou cada jateada de porra, cada contração do meu membro sobre sua língua e enterrado em sua boca.

Ao terminar, fez algumas caras e bocas, brincando com a minha porra e deixando a escorrer pelos cantos da boca, em direção ao seus seios. Que com as mãos, espelhava em movimento circulares sobre seus peitos. 

Alguns aplaudiram, e ouvia tudo quanto elogio sobre minha amada. 

Nos recompomos, tinha alguns lenços umidecidos e papéis para se limpar.

Saímos do ambiente e fomos embora em direção nosso carro, desacreditado da loucura que acabara de fazer. Dentro do carro Sarah diz

— Que loucura gostosa, que tesão. Olha como minha boceta tá amor

Já olhei caindo de boca, espantado ao ver qual molhada minha esposa tava. Eu nunca a vi daquela forma. 

Então paguei minha dívida com gosto, pelo o que ela fez por nós 3 naquela gaiola. Chupei aquele boceta molhada, até que Sarah gozasse antes de irmos embora.

Meu primeiro conto: A amiga da minha mulher me mamou

Enviado ao Te Contos por Felipe

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King of Your Heart

Chapter 14 "You can't do this to me again"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, smoking weed, OC bestie, wedding day antics, brief smut, drinking, frankie being a dick again, ladies, gents, and they/thems please welcome back to the stage vanessa (me annoucing with a fake ass smile and making sure frankie is hiding behind me), princess turns into mean girl, angst, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: i am debating about how i'm going to end this series. but let's enjoy will's wedding<3

inside the world of king of your heart

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Will's wedding day was final here. That meant having to be at the rehearsal dinner and watching Frankie walk the aisle with Vanessa clinging to his arm but you get to sit next to him at the wedding party table. 

You were with Mari helping set up the venue for the next day, the ceremony and the reception. A screeching laugh echoes through the ballroom, you sigh before turning around to see Vanessa laughing a little too hard at Frankie's dry humor that never made you laugh that way. The bride also laughed with her, clearly they opened up the bar's champagne a day early. "I'm so glad we aren't like that together," you say to Mari who is seated at the finished table, "I think with enough vodka and weed we could be, which you and I need a smoke break," Mari winks and fishes a joint from her bra. You chuckle and look at her, it was just so childish but perfect. 

You lead her past Frankie whom you haven't spoken to since you arrived at the hotel on the wedding venue property and doesn't seem that upset about talking to you in about 8 hours. Frankie grabs your arm as you walk by and gives you a questionable look when you roll your eyes and rip yourself away from his grasp. You walk out to the French doors to the patio decorated in white chiffon and baby blue lace. Mari holds the joint between her lips while lighting it, taking in the first hit and deep into her lungs. Quickly passing it over to you, bringing the paper to your lips, taking in the warm and potent smoke into your lungs. Squeezing trying to take in the vapor. You take in another without breathing out the first one. 

"She has no decency," you breathe out the smoke from your lungs, "She knows that Frankie and I are a couple, we made it pretty clear at Halloween," you started to laugh at the memory, Mari remembers because she was trying to get Vanessa to lay down and then she opens the door to her and Ben's room to find you and Frankie in the full mating press, your fake blood all over Frankie's bare skin while you were still in your dress and thigh highs, you looked directly at Vanessa and smirked and told Frankie to cum inside of you, "Frankie, baby be a good boy and cum inside of your princesa," Mari quickly slams the door shut, and she really tried not to laugh at the circumstances but you said you wanted to debut as a couple that night and you certainly did. Vanessa was too drunk and crying in the guest bedroom and Mari was making herself scarce from you just for an hour and pretending she didn't see anything happening in her and Benny's bed. 

"We know, everyone knows," Mari rolls her eyes, and finishes the joint. You stare at Frankie through the windows, the clear Florida night sky shines and the warm white light from inside gives you a glow. You made sure to look your best this wedding, you did go against the dress with the full black look. Charlotte let you get away with it because she was just so happy to hear you and him got back together. 

"Well since the rehearsal dinner is over I'm going back to my room and wait for Frankie, night Mari," You hugged her before walking outside to the hotel. You hugged yourself to warm yourself in the cool night air. You wonder if Frankie was with you he would give you his blazer for the walk back. You swipe the key card and step into the French decorum room, white and gold, chiffon, silk sheets, and lace-trimmed pillows. You felt like a French princess returning to her quarters to wait for her prince to come in and ravage her after a night touches but no talking involved, and your heart was shattered when you saw the mistress draped over him. He still tried to reach for your hand. 

You unzip your black satin minidress, pooling at your pedicured feet, and you dress in the lingerie set you bought for the weekend, hoping to make love with Frankie and feel like a girlfriend for once. That was Frankie's problem these days he kept treating you like a best friend and not wanting to be romantic, you would come from work and get ready to seduce Frankie when he stepped through the front door. He wouldn't even touch you when you walked up to him in a cami nightie, baby peachy pink with black trim. You were glowing from a light sweat from changing and putting yourself while you got started on dinner. But he would step you aside and just eat dinner without you. 

It's wonderful that you have a strong friendship with Frankie, and you want to be desired, You want your boyfriend to lose his mind with you. 

You pull up the plush chair to the window and opened to look out the beautiful wedding property. Frankie stumbles through the door, you quickly get up from your seat to help him to not fall over. "How drunk are you?" You strain to ask when Frankie puts all his body weight on you, he lets out a breathy laugh and you help him fall onto the bed, shoving his legs on top of the duvet while Frankie tries to kick the dress shoes off his feet. "I'm not even drunk," Frankie grumbles, his eyes closing and one hand over his chest the other one thrown over his face. 

You start to unbutton his button-up, and Frankie goes limp and lets you undress. You sit him up to slip off the dress shirt, a waft of an unknown perfume fills the air. You stopped taking off his shirt and got up to hide away in the bathroom. You want to think you were just being insane and trying to find a reason to fight with him just to have an ounce of attention from Frankie. You want your boyfriend to want you all the time and not be seduced by another woman. Your eyes stung from the mascara clouding up your vision, hot black tears smearing down your burning cheeks. 

You turn on the water, pumping out your face wash, vigorously rubbing your eyes until you see stars. The warm water washing away the soap from your eyes and face. You gasp for air when your lungs burn for air. Your hands shake turning the water to cold, plugging the sink to fill, then putting your face in the sink, the cool water chills your warmed face. You come up for air, breathing in and out slowly. Your face is cleaned from the eyeliner, mascara, and full face of makeup. Your baby hairs are drenched, patting your face and hair dry. 

You have to wait until the wedding is over to talk to Frankie about this weekend. Maybe just ignore it forever and you'll forget about it. 

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No one ever talks about the feud between you and Vanessa. No one bats an eye when you are very blunt with your words to her. "No, Vanessa wouldn't look as good with her hair down she already has a short neck, and an updo to elongate it," you gave input with everyone's hair because you were getting yours done to like the bridesmaids. Your words weren't that harsh because you genuinely thought it looked better and did. You had your hair down because you had extensions done to add length and volume to your wavy curls you had done. Everyone else in updo's, you weren't in the wedding party but Charlotte still wanted to include you in everything. Her kindness was always there, it warmed your heart that your friend was marrying someone so lovely. 

You excuse yourself from the bride's suite and head down to the groom's side of the hotel. Your hand knocks on the white door, voice's going quiet and the door reveals Pope with a beer in his hand. "Little early to be drinking, Pope" You eye the beer and step inside the room, Will is still in bed on his phone. Benny and Frankie snoozing away on the couch. "Frankie, can I talk to you?" You walk up to him and nudge him awake. He takes a deep breath in, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight coming through the windows. 

Frankie sits up, he is still in his clothes from yesterday. You both let out a sigh walking into the hallway. You shut the door closed and look up at Frankie who averting your gaze. "You can't do this to me again," you whispered, hugging yourself in the abnormally cold hotel hallway trying to cool the Floridian heat. Frankie snaps his gaze to yours, the dread in your eyes had Frankie's stomach churn. "Frankie, why can't you see that I love you? I'm ready for a relationship, for marriage, I want a family, Catfish! If you can't give me that then...we need to stop ourselves from a lot of heartbreak," you cried, your chest tightening from holding back the sob that keeps crawling up your throat. 

Frankies admires how your tears look like crystals decorating your eyes and cheeks. His stomach churns again because you know exactly what he did last night. The silence from Frankie just made you weak. You could faint any second. "Why can't you let me love you?" you beg wrapping your arms around his neck, laying light kisses along his stubbled jaw. 

"I-I don't know," Frankie bows his head, resting on top of your head. 

"Once this wedding is done then so are we." You pulled yourself away from Frankie. You comb through his hair, waiting for a protest. Nothing comes from Frankie. You nod then turn on your heels to walk back to your room to finish getting in peace. 

Hours later, flinging open the closet door, took the black satin halter floor-length dress out of the plastic wrapping from the dry cleaners. Laying it out on the bed, pairing it with just a black thong and black heels. You look at the dress and remember Frankie picking it out for you. He was over the moon when you walked out of the dressing room to show off the gown. The clock was reading 4 pm, one hour to get ready and be sat in the audience. You clip your hair back before starting the makeup process. 

Spraying the last layer of setting spray for the day, you struggled to zip up the back on the small of your back. You pop off the cap of your perfume and stare at the bottle. Perfume was always your power play, that's how you always left your mark on any man. Fumbling through the makeup bag for another to change it for the night. Maybe that will snap Frankie out of this relationship hangover. 

The scent was different, more floral than sweet. You look in the mirror, taking how your hair looked nicely done, your makeup wasn't anything new just the simple routine you always do. You swear that makeup couldn't cover your puffy eyes from crying but oh well it's not like it's your wedding day. A day that won't be coming any time soon as of 1 hour ago. 

This is why you hated relationships. You both enter on the same page but one person is at the end and the other one still hasn't moved from the first page. 

You toss your hair behind your shoulders while you make your way to the venue. Walking with the guests who were arriving, you walk to your seat which is front row on the groom's side. You say 'hi' to Will and Ben's parents and make small talk with them. The guys show up, Pope and Benny making sure Will is looking his best while Frankie is with Vanessa talking at the entrance. You roll your eyes and walk up to Will. "Who did your hair?" You smile at Will, combing back his hair with your nails. "Pope did everyone," Will sighs. 

"Well, you look handsome, and congratulations for the millionth time. I'm very happy for you and Charlotte. You better treat her right," You could hear yourself choke up on your words while you straightened his tie. Frankie walks up and coughs, you step back and avert your eyes. "It's time, Ironhead," Frankie clears his throat, Will takes a deep breath while you take your seat. You watch Frankie link arms with Vanessa who had a grin on her face when her eyes targeted yours, your blood runs hot through your veins. Pulling yourself back from slapping the look off her face. 

Frankie was keeping a smile on his face, the way he shaved and kept his mustache for the wedding. You admire how the jacket of his tux was about to rip at the seams around his arms, and the way it's pulled taut around his broad shoulders. Taking in how beautiful Frankie looks your heart stops when you think how this is how he would look if you were to be married. If only. His eyes meet yours when he stands beside Will at the altar. You were the only person not looking at the bride start her walk. You stand up keeping your eyes on his. 

Frankie had teary eyes, and his chest rose up and down slowly as he drew in a deep breath. You looked breathtaking, the black dress imagining how it would look if it was a mother of pearl white, the way your makeup gave you a glow in the evening light, and the glow of the professional lighting. so elegant, just princess like with your hair framing your face just perfectly. Can he have you as his wife? Not as a best friend. 

The ceremony was romantic and made you forget about everything with Frankie for a second. You looked at Frankie with stars in your eyes. He is perfection. You think about the first time you had Frankie in your bed, your apartment downtown near the dive bar where you met him, and how the town is home for the two of you. Will kisses Charolette with such pride in front of everyone they know.

Would Frankie be that proud if he married you? 

Everyone files out in with their partners, you walk behind Will's parents and reach out for Frankie's arm but he was holding it out for Vanessa. You froze then pulled onto Benny's other arm with Mari on his right. You kept your eyes on the ground and watched your step as you followed behind Frankie, wanting to step on the train of Vanessa's bridesmaid dress. When your feet meet the asphalt and already being posed with the bridal party. You lift your head with tears lining your eyes with a mocking smile on your lips. Frankie is taking a puff of the cigar Will had lit and he looks at you seeing you ready to start a fight if someone breathes wrong. 

He swallows hard and starts to feel shakes vibrate through his hands, it was like when he was using again. The fear. Fear of not knowing what's going to happen next. The photographer is already barking out orders for everyone to get in the group photo, Frankie walks up and grabs you by the waist and slides himself behind, you were like a doll in his hands just so easy to maneuver. You stand up straighter, resting your hands on his arms wrapped around tightly, Frankie pressing his body into yours.

You hold the fake smile and hold your breath. Vanessa is squeezing herself beside you and taking a step back to be next to Frankie. The first picture clicks and everyone takes a minute before the next one. You turn around and look up at Vanessa "You're taller than Frankie in those heels." You laughed out, looking at her up and down. You covered your mouth and walked off. Frankie calls out your name when Vanessa gasps and looks like she's about to cry.

This is what he was trying to avoid from happening. You becoming an absolute mean girl. You're better than this but you are fighting for Frankie, putting in the effort to be in the relationship. You remembered why you hated weddings, it was the photos after the ceremony. You are all tired from getting up and just wanting a fucking cocktail and sitting down. You finally sat next to Frankie and took a moment to hold his hand on the table. Just wanted to feel his touch for what would be the last time. You want him to promise to always be there for each other, but if he were to marry one day and have kids, he would talk of you so fondly of your friendship and forget about anything intimate and romantic. 

You turned to lean over, whispering in his ear "I hope you will be happy one day. I want the best for you, Catfish. I'll remember you forever." you choked back a sob before you kissed his cheek. Smelling him, you always loved how he smelled so good, his own scent with a mixture of a YSL cologne. You stand up and smooth out your dress, pick your drink, and walk from the table.

Frankie sits there with his eyes fixed on the white lace tablecloth. The white satin glistens like the way your dress shined in the candlelight. The mocking sound of The Temptations 'My Girl' makes him sick to his stomach, when he looks up at you walking out of the reception, everyone is dancing and celebrating love. Frankie stands up and has tunnel vision for you standing outside smoking a blunt. Frankie passes through the guest and stumbles out the door. It slams shut, making you jump and turn to see Frankie breathing heavily. 

"You are not ending this. We are not done. Princess, you are who I want as my bride, not as a fuck buddy, but I want you as my wife, my beautiful, seducing, intoxicating wife who will give me beautiful babies. You will have me as your husband who will kill for you, who would do anything you asked with no questions." Frankie's voice strains as he was holding his tears. He cages you between him and the stone railing. You could feel your heart beating, it was loud like it was singing for Frankie. This is what you needed. This dominating side of Frankie, seeing him fight for you. His princess. His girl. 

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Princesa Salamanca: Chapter 3

A/N: Ok, I'm SO SORRY this is so delayed. Finals were fucking crazy. Glad that semester is done with...anyways, SMUT SMUT SMUT in this one. Also, so sorry, but I fear a Nacho/Sarah/Lalo love triangle coming soon. Anyways, enjoy, and as always, let me know what you think!

Warnings: Smut, NSFW

Previous Chapter:

Chapter 3:

Sarah’s phone rang, and again, it wasn’t Lalo. She’s started wondering if he’s ever going to show, but she knows him. He’ll show, and if not for her, then for the family, right?

“Hola Ignacio. How are you feeling?”

“Hey, I’m supposed to let you know to head to El Michoacano. We have business to attend to,” Nacho says in a monotone voice, ignoring her question.

Sarah cocks an eyebrow. “You’re letting me know to head there. For a meeting. We have business? I didn’t know you liked me like that Nacho,” she teased.

Nacho was unamused, and he simply sighed before retorting, “Whatever, head there.”

I’m just trying to be friendly, she thought before hanging up without saying goodbye. Sarah slipped on a pair of her favorite black heels, thinking of her last night with Lalo, and made her way to her car. Once inside, she put on her favorite, Elvis, and lit a cigarette. Marlboro Lights, the prettiest pack on the market.

Singing along to Suspicious Minds, she pulls into the parking lot of El Michoacano. She turned off the car then stepped out, double checking that her gun was in its holster, snug against her thigh. Sarah swung open the door to the restaurant to see Nacho sitting, arms crossed, at his usual table, with a plate of familiar looking tacos in front of him. He cocked an eyebrow at her, and motioned for her to sit.

She heard singing coming from the kitchen, and immediately knew who it was. Paca paca paca in me caballo. Lalo was finally in town. She smiled to herself, then turned to Nacho.

“Lalo’s here?” Sarah asked the grumpy man sitting in the dining area of the restaurant.

Nacho nodded, and like he knew she was calling for him, Lalo walked out from behind the kitchen, smiling.

“Bem! Princesa! I wanted to surprise you.”

Sarah was grinning ear to ear, and she ran up to Lalo, practically jumping into his arms. She sunk her face into the crook of his neck and whispered, “I missed you.”

“Ay dios mio, ella bonita,” Lalo looked down at her with lustful eyes. His girl, his obedient girl, holding down the fort here in New Mexico. He cupped both sides of her face and kissed her. She giggled into the kiss, then leaned in with desperation, practically clawing at the satin shirt the Salamanca man was wearing.

Nacho coughed, already sick of whatever interaction was going on between this “Lalo” and the gringa.

The pair ignored the man briefly, and when Lalo finally pulled away (after deepening the kiss a little too much for the current setting), Sarah was still leaning into him and mumbled protests as her lips departed her husband’s.

“Lo siento, Ignacio, you have to understand, I haven’t seen my Sarah in what feels like forever,” Lalo said, feigning exasperation towards the younger man. “She keeps me young, you know?” Lalo leaned in towards Nacho, whispering, “You know what I mean.”

Nacho grimaced, Lalo smirked, and Sarah blushed, but the trio sat down to start discussing some more of that Salamanca family business. If Nacho thought Sarah was too eccentric, he was in for a treat with Eduardo.

After business was finished and done, Sarah was relieved to be able to go home with Lalo. She was practically itching under the table, aching for the older man. She always had that dangerous ache for him, and she always would. Lalo alleviated some of her frustration by sliding his hand up her skirt, though he was simply keeping a hand on her thigh to steady her anticipation.

Outside, Lalo pulled his girl away from her own car. “Come ride with me.” Of course, she listened.

In the car, she was able to unholster her gun. “Aye, put that in the back. You know I don’t like you having to carry those around. I’m here now, yeah? So no more of that,” Lalo instructed.

Sarah nodded silently, biting her lower lip. Lalo turned towards her. He tutted, then cupped her chin. “What are we going to have to do about you?” He lowered his voice, looking deep into her doe eyes. She was putty in his hands.

“The twins said you did so good while I was gone. So good for me, huh?” He knew the answer; he just liked to hear her say it. Sarah nodded. Lalo nodded back slowly as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Yeah, yeah you were.”

Sarah swallowed and took a deep breath. Lalo always did this, almost examining her in a way. Examining her loyalty, her love for him, her compliance. “Such a good girl for me.” Lalo pecked the tip of her nose, the unspoken sign of his approval. Almost childish in a way, a simple kiss pressed to the tip of her nose. It was innocent enough to praise her good behavior, but teased Sarah’s lips to keep her close and waiting for more.

And she always waited for more from Lalo. She did carry herself with confidence and poise, but when it came to him, that all went out the window. She would follow him, both happily and blindly, to the ends of the Earth.

“Ready to go home, mujercita?” Sarah nodded, and Lalo grabbed her hand as he drove away with the other.

Their home for the time being was a swanky set-up indeed, though nothing compared to her home with Lalo in Mexico. There, Sarah was able to be a guest and a homemaker at the same time, and all the while was living more lavishly than she could have ever dreamed.

Lalo parked and slowly (he was never in a rush, because Lalo knew he would get what he wanted no matter how long it took him) made his way to Sarah’s side of the car. He opened her door and held out a hand to gently usher her out of the car and up to the front door. Lalo guided her in front of him, placing his hand on the small of her back. He hummed quietly to himself as he pulled out the key.

Sarah was unconsciously tapping her foot. “In a rush, princesa? What’s so important inside?” Lalo teased, stepping closer to the woman.

She tried to deny her motivation, but the effort became a lost cause as Lalo backed her into the door. He kissed her, with more force than he used earlier in the restaurant. He was able to unlock the door without interrupting the moment, and he guided her back into the apartment. Sarah was already flustered, pulling Lalo towards her as soon as they stepped inside.

“Mmm, shhh,” he whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. You can slow down.”

He closed the door, locking it behind them, then turned back towards Sarah, who was looking apologetic. “I’m not upset, I know you missed me.” He spoke hushed. “You got no one taking care of you here, huh?”

Sarah’s once doe eyes turned to those of a siren. She bit her lower lip, breathing slowly. “Mmm-mmm. I need you.”

“Oh yeah?”

Sarah nodded, pouting.

“Please?” She was whispering now.

Lalo moved back into the kiss, one hand on her waist, though it was so large compared to her petite frame that it practically wrapped around her side, and the other hand in her hair, grasping for something to hold on to.

Sarah leaned into the kiss, grabbing back just as hungrily. Her hands were in his hair, then on his belt, then making their way under his soft satin shirt. Lalo lifted her so her legs were wrapped around his torso and carried her into the kitchen, setting her down on the counter. He kissed and sucked his way down to the bottom of her dress, then as she was pulling the black curls on his head and moaning small obscenities, Lalo stopped to look up at Sarah with a devilish grin. He started rubbing her through her pink panties. “That’s so cute, mi amor. Little pink panties with a pretty little bow.”

Lalo admired the wet spot already forming in her underwear. “It’s a shame you’re ruining them because of me.”

He scooted her hips slightly forward on the counter, earning a small squeak out of the younger woman. Lalo tutted quietly, then used both hands to slowly pull the panties off of Sarah’s body. She let out a breathy moan, her head leaned back into the cabinet. “Please, please, Lalo,” she pleaded.

Lalo chuckled to himself. The poor girl was in shambles, and he still had all of his clothes on. Ensuring to go slow, he kissed from her knees up to her heat. She was shaking. Lalo started on his girl, keeping the snail’s pace from before, sucking and kissing, and eventually, working his fingers close to her entrance.

Lalo, ever the showman, moved his mouth away from the girl, and instead started rubbing small circles on her clit. He could see that Sarah was arching her back, desperately, and he grabbed her face by her chin, making her meet his gaze. “Yeah?” He asked, smiling an arrogant smirk.

Not dropping the pleading expression, Sarah nodded again, and this time clawed at his hands, unable to physically ask for more.

He inserted two fingers into the girl, pumping slowly, but not averting eye contact. Sarah let a quiet moan escape her lips. He finally broke the gaze and moved his mouth back down to where it was needed most.

Lalo could tell that Sarah was about to come when she started grabbing at his hair, her legs started shaking uncontrollably, and she let out a string of whimpers. He stopped, abruptly, leaving the already shaken-up Sarah even more havocked. She tried pulling him closer.

“No, no, Lalo, I’m, I…please come back, I need–”

She quieted down as he stood up from his previously crouching position. He pushed out his lower lip, mocking the woman. “What you need, princesa, is someone to take care of you the right way. You’re acting like no one’s touched you in years, desperate and pleading for me.”

“I just missed you is all. I’ve been stuck here, just me and my imagination,” Sarah pouted, running her fingers over his hands on the side of her face.

Lalo cocked an eyebrow.

Sarah batted her eyelashes, giving the siren eyes again, always drawing the Salamanca back in. “You left me here. I had to touch myself, touch myself and think about you doing it for me.” Lalo looked at Sarah, lustful, only he was better at controlling his urges. She started sucking on his finger.

“How could I do that to my girl, hmm?” Lalo asked her with sarcasm. “How rude of me. I have to make it up to you now.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said, still sucking on his finger, running her tongue over the pad of his fingertip.

He planned to take her to the bedroom, have a passionate and slow-burning night. But his girl was a needy brat, and Sarah needed Lalo, right there in the kitchen. Who was he to say no? He kissed her again, and now he was feeling desperate. She made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, then ran her hands over his chest and back as he took off the shirt, tossing it towards the fridge.

Sarah, still kissing Lalo, blindly reached for his belt. Before unbuckling, she rubbed him through his expensive slacks. He wasn’t one for being too nosy during sex, but something about Sarah’s confidence through the desperation was going to get him hook, line, and sinker every time.

Sarah felt Lalo getting even harder through his pants, and she smiled to herself. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. He quickly kicked off his pants. Sarah was moaning just from touching him. Lalo teased her with his fingers. “All this for me? Ay dios mio, tan mojado, princesa. I need to take care of you, yeah?”

Sarah simply moaned in response, and Lalo moved to remove his boxers. Sarah gulped, seeing his hard cock in front of her. He smiled at her, and held himself at her entrance for a moment before slowly pushing in.

Just like every time before, Sarah clutched onto Lalo’s shoulders as he started fucking her. She pulled him close to her, snaking one arm under his, but clutching onto his shoulder, and the other arm wrapped closer to his head, holding onto his hair for support. She breathed out, slowly, as she did every time, adjusting herself to accommodate his size.

Once Lalo noticed the petite frame on the counter in front of him relaxing into the crook of his neck, he picked up the pace, and Sarah’s grip tightened. She tossed her head back, but bit her lip to keep her voice down.

“Fucking…princesa, so tight…no one’s been taking care of you, mm?”

“Uh-uh,” Sarah responded through her teeth, trying to keep herself from being overstimulated by the man whose touch she had been deprived of for way too long.

Lalo picked up the pace, gripping Sarah’s hip and neck, one hand on each. “I’m gonna have to fix that.”

Sarah softly sunk her teeth into Lalo’s left shoulder. “Please,” she breathily moaned, “please don’t stop, Lalo.”

He didn’t. As she pressed herself closer to him, he only grabbed her more. His thrusts were getting sloppy, and he could tell Sarah was getting close, too.

“Hey, hey,” Lalo whispered in between grunts. “No one’s here, you can be as loud as you need.”

Sarah briefly made eye contact with the man that had her in this trance.

“Yeah?” Lalo asked. “You gonna come, right here?”

He kept fucking her, hard, and after being given the go-ahead, Sarah stopped muting herself. “Lalo…oh, there, there…”

She was close. Once he felt her tensing up around him, he started sucking and nibbling at her neck, telling her, “Let go, princesa.”

Her whole body shook as she came around him. “Fuck, fuck…mm-hmm…”

She gasped, still clawing at him, and as she rode through her orgasm, he only whispered to her, “Good girl… buena…”

Sarah grabbed at Lalo’s head again, “Your good girl…I’m your good girl,” she said quietly, still moaning and shaking.

That sent the man over the edge, and he lost control of his thrusts, coming inside her, filling her up. He had a thing for that, seeing Sarah so cock-drunk and needing every last piece of him. She was the one that originally begged him to come inside her.

Lalo grunted lowly, almost growling, into her ear, still choking her. She was still arching her back, now trying to open herself more so Lalo could come deep inside her, which almost sent Sarah into a second orgasm.

As Lalo finished spilling into her, he grabbed her hips on both sides, pushing himself as deep as possible. “Fuck, fuck…muy chingón.”

Sarah gasped, whining at the overstimulation, but when Lalo pulled out, she was left whining at the lack of stimulation.

“Oh, I know, I know,” Lalo spoke in a hushed, comforting tone. “You want more, hmm? Una niña tan obediente…” The man moved her hair out of her face. “So good to me, princesa, such a dirty girl for me.”

Sarah nuzzled into Lalo’s neck, kissing him every so often.

“Such a good girl. My pretty girl.”

He pulled her face out of the crook of her neck to kiss her forehead, then her nose, once more validating Sarah. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

#lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca #lalo x reader #lalo salamanca fanfic #ignacio varga x reader #ignacio varga #nacho varga x reader #nacho varga x reader x lalo salamanca #love triangle #bcs fanfic #tony dalton x reader #tony dalton #michael mando #bcs smut #breaking bad #jimmy mcgill #better call saul #bcs #dom!lalo salamanca

[nihstyles]

Family on the farm — Harry Styles

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Harry Styles, o fazendeiro de coração gentil, estava aproveitando um dia ensolarado em sua propriedade rural, cercado pela beleza da natureza. Sua esposa, S/N, estava ao seu lado, cuidando do jardim com amor. Eles eram abençoados com três filhos adoráveis, cada um deles com sua própria personalidade única.

Harry se abaixou para acariciar o cabelo loiro de sua filha mais velha, Emily, que estava brincando com sua bicicleta perto da cerca — Ei, minha princesa, como foi o seu dia?

Emily sorriu e balançou a cabeça — Foi divertido, papai! Eu e o Liam construímos uma cabana na árvore. Venha ver!

Harry riu e a seguiu até a cabana improvisada, admirando a habilidade dos pequenos empreiteiros.

— Uau, vocês fizeram um ótimo trabalho, Emily. Vocês são incríveis!

Do outro lado da propriedade, S/N estava cuidando dos animais com os gêmeos, Sarah e Liam. Eles eram uma dupla animada e cheia de energia, sempre prontos para ajudar em qualquer tarefa.

S/N riu enquanto Liam corria ao redor do celeiro, tentando pegar as galinhas — Liam, tenha cuidado! Não as assuste.

Ele parou por um momento, olhando para a mãe com um sorriso travesso — Mas mamãe, eu só quero brincar com elas. Elas são tão fofas!

S/N o abraçou com carinho.

— Eu sei, meu amor, mas as galinhas precisam de espaço para andar e se sentir seguras. Que tal ajudarmos a alimentá-las em vez disso?

Liam assentiu animadamente, segurando a mão da mãe enquanto caminhavam em direção ao galinheiro. Sarah seguiu-os de perto, segurando uma cesta cheia de milho.

— Eu amo os animais, mamãe — disse Sarah, seus olhos verdes brilhando de admiração — Quando eu crescer, também quero ser fazendeira como você e o papai!

S/N sorriu orgulhosa — Você pode ser qualquer coisa que quiser, querida. Seu pai e eu estaremos sempre aqui para apoiar seus sonhos.

Enquanto a família continuava suas atividades na fazenda, Harry sentiu uma onda de gratidão e amor por sua esposa e filhos. Ele estava cercado pelo melhor que a vida tinha a oferecer - uma família unida, a beleza da natureza e o amor incondicional que os envolvia.

Harry abraçou S/N, sussurrando suavemente em seu ouvido — Sinto-me tão abençoado por ter você e nossos filhos, S/N. Eles são nosso tesouro.

Ela sorriu e segurou a mão dele.

— Eu sinto o mesmo, Harry. Nossa família é o nosso maior orgulho. Juntos, podemos enfrentar qualquer desafio que a vida nos apresentar.

Enquanto o sol se punha no horizonte, Harry olhou para sua amada família e sabia que, independentemente de onde a vida os levaria, eles estariam sempre juntos. Os laços que os uniam eram tão fortes quanto as raízes profundas das árvores que cercavam sua propriedade.

Sentados ao redor de uma fogueira, S/N abraçou as crianças, sentindo-se grata por cada momento compartilhado — Vocês sabem o quanto amamos vocês, não é mesmo?

Emily assentiu, com os olhos brilhando de felicidade — Nós também amamos vocês, mamãe e papai. Somos a melhor família do mundo!

Liam, com sua típica energia, levantou-se e deu um grito de entusiasmo.

— Sim, somos aventureiros como caubóis e fazendeiros corajosos!

Todos riram com a animação de Liam, enquanto Sarah acrescentava com ternura —E também somos uma equipe. Sempre cuidamos uns dos outros."

Harry segurou as mãos de seus filhos e de S/N, sentindo o calor familiar em seu coração — Vocês são o nosso orgulho e nossa razão de viver. E lembrem-se, não importa o que aconteça, sempre teremos um lar cheio de amor e um lugar para voltar.

Enquanto a noite avançava, a família se reuniu em volta da fogueira, compartilhando histórias, risadas e sonhos para o futuro. Sob o céu estrelado, eles se sentiam conectados à terra, à natureza e uns aos outros, celebrando a beleza e a simplicidade da vida na fazenda.

E assim, a jornada da família Styles na fazenda continuou, com dias cheios de trabalho árduo, risos e momentos preciosos compartilhados. Harry e S/N sempre buscavam criar um ambiente amoroso e acolhedor, onde seus filhos pudessem florescer e encontrar sua própria paixão na vida.

Enquanto o tempo passava, a fazenda testemunhou o crescimento e a transformação dos filhos de Harry e S/N. Cada um deles encontrou seu próprio caminho na vida, mas sempre carregando consigo os valores e o amor que seus pais lhes transmitiram.

E, mesmo à medida que a família se expandia, com netos correndo pelos campos e novos desafios se apresentando, o espírito de união e amor inabalável permanecia, construindo alicerces sólidos para as gerações futuras da família Styles na fazenda.

Eles sabiam que, independentemente das mudanças que o tempo trouxesse, eles sempre encontrariam refúgio e felicidade naquela fazenda, onde as sementes do amor, da dedicação e do trabalho duro foram plantadas e cultivadas por gerações. E assim, o legado da família Styles naquela terra continuaria a florescer, criando uma história de amor e união que duraria para sempre.

[mjcarranza]

¿Quienes son los influencers más importantes? Figuras icónicas como la Princesa Diana, Taylor Swift y Sarah Jessica Parker contribuyeron a mantener viva esta tendencia a lo largo de las décadas.

La cultura popular, incluyendo películas, música y celebridades, ha tenido un impacto significativo en la popularidad y la percepción de las medias como accesorio de moda. Por ejemplo, en series de televisión como “The Nanny” y "Gossip Girl" han contribuido a la tendencia de usar medias con estampados y diseños llamativos.

[ancientoriginses]

Sarah tomó la personalidad de una princesa y eludió la captura.

[booklovershouse]

Oi oi, booklovers!

Esse post tá sendo praticamente um "remake" do q eu estava pretendendo fazer - ia se chamar "um livro, uma cor" - mas acabei desistindo, ent quando vi isso aqui no Insta, caiu como uma luva e só precisei inventar um nome ;)

vermelho, laranja, amarelo e verde

azul, anil e violetaa 🎶

❤️| Soppy: Os Pequenos Detalhes do Amor

Autor: Philipa Rice

Págs: 112

Classificação: +13

Eu tenho um leve preconceito com hq's. Assim, ok, é legal, mas normalmente são poucas páginas e acaba rapidinho - entendo que dá muito trabalho desenhar, pintar, a editora gasta mais tinta nas páginas do que com livros normais, mas não parece valer muito a pena para o comprador, sabe?

No geral, o livro é fofo. É sobre a vida em casal, basicamente.

🧡| Tartarugas até lá Embaixo

Autor: John Green

Págs: 272

Classificação: +16/+17?

Li isso aqui com 12 anos e até hoje acho sinistro. Sério, tem uma parte que ela bebe álcool em gel que me deixou chocada. Deus me livre de ler esse livro de novo.

A história é sobre Aza Holmes que resolve investigar o desaparecimento de um milionário e qm encontrá-lo vai receber um bom dinheiro. - agr q parei pra pensar, espero que não tenha nada a ver com o Sherlock 🤡

💛| Fazendo Meu Filme - Lado B

Autor: Paula Pimenta

Págs: 400

Classificação: +16

Se vc leu FMF (que, inclusive, já resenhei aqui) e queria saber oq se passava na cabeça do Léo no 1° volume, esse é o livro certo pra vc!

Para ser sincera, não gostei taaaanto assim. Eu gostava mais do Léo no primeiro volume de MVFS e parece que ele mudou muito de lá pra cá - hormônios?

💚| Princesa Adormecida

Autor: Paula Pimenta

Págs: 192

Classificação: +12

Uma releitura da Bela Adormecida versão moderna com direito a romance virtual, Princesa Adormecida é super fofinho e leve.

Após minha releitura esse ano, não acho mais tão incrível e revolucionário, mas ainda é um dos meus preferidos - e os surtos com o casal continuam firmes e fortes.

Foi meu primeiro livro da trilogia Princesas Modernas - era uma época em que eu lia tudo e qualquer coisa da Paula Pimenta. Sabe como é, né? Quando vc descobre um autor novo totalmente incrível e quer ler até a lista de compras dele - e gostei bastante.

🩵| Uma Bolota Molenga e Feliz

Autor: Sarah Andersen

Págs: 136

Classificação: +12

Primeiramente, essa é a classificação que tá na página do livro na Amazon, mas eu daria um +14 pq tem uma vibe mais "problemas de adultos". Não tô querendo dizer que as crianças não têm problemas, mas não sei se eles se identificaram ou achariam legal - deixa eles sonharem mais um pouquinho né kkkkk

No geral, é um livro engraçado, com tirinhas zombando dos nossos problemas e dilemas do dia a dia, o famoso "rir pra não chorar". Se vc gostar, tem outros dois volumes - A Louca dos Gatos e Ninguém Vira Adulto de Verdade, se não me engano.

💙| Contos de Fadas dos Irmãos Grimm

Autor: Irmãos Grimm

Págs: 304

Classificação: +10

Tá aí outro que eu não sei se a classificação condiz tanto, mas era o que tava lá. Sinceramente, os contos de fada não são tão fantasiosos e fofinhos como as versões da Disney, as quais estamos acostumados. Tem uns meio sinistros - principalmente envolvendo coisas tipo a cabeça de um cavalo que fala (sim, eu disse "a cabeça", pq o cavalo foi decapitado).

Enfim, eu não daria isso aqui pra uma criança de dez anos não.

💜| Oppa, foi Mal

Autor: N.S. Park

Págs: 488

Classificação: +16

Esse tem post da duologia aqui no blog, mas estou panfletando de novo :)

É muuuuuito fofo e ótimo pra qm ama um bom doraminha - embora tenha umas coisinhas meio +18 e eu ache que talvez a história tenha sido longa demais. Mas é bonitinho e de uma autora nacional independente com uma escrita muito boa.

🌈| Curtiram nosso arco-íris literário? - mano, eu lembrei da música literalmente DO NADA kkkkkkk

Bjs e boas leiturasss <3

#livros #leitura #livrosderomance #books & libraries #leitores #livros nacionais #paula pimenta #books and reading #books

[ao3feed-larry]

Our Family

by itsmorato

Harry e Louis têm tudo o que sempre sonharam. Claire é sua princesa, Oscar é um aventureiro natural ao lado de Clifford e Oliver é um dos garotos mais adoráveis que existe.

Ou aquela em que Harry e Louis decidem que não precisam de mais nada depois dos gêmeos, mas seis anos depois eles têm uma doce surpresa.

Words: 6076, Chapters: 2/17, Language: Português brasileiro

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Mitch Rowland, Sarah Jones (One Direction), Original Styles-Tomlinson Child(ren), Original Child Character(s), Original Characters

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Louis Tomlinson Loves Harry Styles, Mpreg, Bottom Harry Styles, Top Louis Tomlinson, Itsmorato, Mpreg Harry, Momrry, Louddy, Momrry/louddy, family!AU, Family, No Drama, Sem dramas, soft, Fluffy Ending

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/A2HPqo6

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #Our Family #<p>by <a rel= href="/users/itsmorato/p

[sarahvilelaheart]

Isso é uma arte da Princesa Sarah celebrando o Dia Brasileiro dos Pais desse ano com os reis Eliomar Vilela (seu tio materno e também pai de suas primas Rebeca Almeida e Isabela Almeida), Jeová Vilela (seu vovô materno e também pai de sua mãe Simone Vilela) e Hugo Sávio (seu papai, ex-marido de sua mãe Simone Vilela e também marido de sua madrasta Alciene Barbosa). ❤️ Então... Feliz Dia Brasileiro dos Pais 2023 para todos vocês, principalmente para os pais da minha querida família! 🫂 Felicidades e tudo de bom pra vocês! 🙂

#princesa #princesa sarah #celebrando #dia brasileiro dos pais #dia dos pais #dia brasileiro dos pais 2023 #dia dos pais 2023 #feliz dia brasileiro dos pais #feliz dia dos pais #feliz dia dos pais 2023 #feliz dia brasileiro dos pais 2023 #reis #rei #eliomar vilela #rei eliomar vilela #jeová vilela #rei jeová vilela #hugo sávio #rei hugo sávio #felicidades #tudo de bom #felicidades e tudo de bom #mario oc #mario ocs #bolo de limão #bolo #fatias #fatias de bolo #fatias de bolo de limão #mario franchise

[kaelufi]

Jealous

Wyatt es un Y/N de: Pumpking, en twitter como: @rttnpnkpmpkn, dibuja muy bien uwu. Me base en una historia corta que subió hace unos meses en su twitter,  mostrando los celos de Sarah y K, después de aquel juego. (No se que tanta fuerza tenga Sarah, así que solo hice que abrazara a Wyatt, mientras que por mi parte, mis trabajos y vida diaria, requieren que no pierda condición física) ¡Así que si! ¡Yo seré feliz levantando a los chicos y chicas al estilo princesa!

#yourboyfriendgame #YourBoyfriendGamefanart #yourboyfriendgametk #yourboyfriendgamesarah #yourboyfriendgameyn #Fanart #Digital Illustration

[illicitreadings]

Books Read in August 2022

The roughest Draft by Emily Wibberley, Austin Siegemund-Broka ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Stranger Things - Worlds Turned Upside Down by Gina McIntyre ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Ice Planet Barbarians (Ice Planet Barbarians #1) by Ruby Dixon ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Barbarian Alien (Ice Planet Barbarians #2) by Ruby Dixon ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

Barbarian Lover (Ice Planet Barbarians #3) by Ruby Dixon ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

Hired: Hadley (The Foster Brothers #2) by Nora Phoenix ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Barbarian Mine (Ice Planet Barbarians #4) by Ruby Dixon ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

Ice Planet Holiday (Ice Planet Barbarians #5) by Ruby Dixon ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

Barbarian Prize (Ice Planet Barbarians #6) by Ruby Dixon ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

Master of Mayhem (Frat Wars #2) by Saxon James ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Friends with Benefits (Never Just Friends #3.5) by Saxon James ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Miss Memory Lane by Colton Haynes ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

The Princess Diaries (The Princess Diaries #1) by Meg Cabot ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Princesa in the Spotlight (The Princes Diaries #2) by Meg Cabot ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Pride and Prejudice (Graphic Novel) by Jane Austen ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

The Sex Coach by Garrett Leigh ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Cocky by Sean Ashcroft ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Princess in Love (Princess Diaries #3) by Meg Cabot ★★☆☆☆

Princess in Waiting (Princess Diaries #4) by Meg Cabot ★★☆☆☆

Princess in Pink (Princess Diaries #5) by Meg Cabot ★★☆☆☆

Princess in Training (Princess Diaries #6) by Meg Cabot ★★☆☆☆

Princess Party (Princess Diaries #7) by Meg Cabot ★★☆☆☆

Princess on the Brink (Princess Diaries #8) by Meg Cabot ★★☆☆☆

Princess Mia (Princess Diaries #9) by Meg Cabot ★★☆☆☆

Princess Forever (Princess Diaries #10) by Meg Cabot ★★☆☆☆

Royal Wedding (Princess Diaries #11) by Meg Cabot ★★☆☆☆

Will Byers: Scret Archives by ★★★☆☆

You Deserve Valetine's Brunch by Sarah Hogle ★★★★★

Kiss me, Liar by ★★☆☆☆

#booklr #august 2022 #reads #2022

[girlbloggerbae13]

Princesa Salamanca

Synopsis: Set after Hector Salamanca's collapse (thank you for that Nacho!), this story follows a young woman, Sarah Jackson, or now, Sarah Salamanca, the first female Salamanca by marriage to our dear and beloved Lalo. She heads to ABQ a few weeks before him with the twins to keep an eye on the family business and our previously mentioned Ignacio Varga, a task from her lovely Eduardo. She turns heads everywhere she goes, especially being an innocent looking token gringa, and has tricks up her sleeve. Being Lalo's girl, she is quite a firecracker. Readers will slowly learn her tragic backstory (tw: drug abuse, SA, prostitution) and how she became to be the princess of the Salamanca family. Not only that, but her relationship with Lalo, Nacho, and many of our other BCS favorites will be explored.

A/N: I'm really proud of this story! I've been in love with Tony Dalton since Hawkeye, but he's such a charming devil as Lalo! This was really thought out as I watched Better Call Saul, so it might be confusing. There was no proofreading, and I can't promise that I'll follow a strict schedule with posting, but I do hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think! I'll also probably end up posting on AO3.

Chapter 1:

“You’ll go with Leo and Marco to Albuquerque, and I’ll be there in just a few weeks, okay?”

Sarah frowned as she laid in her and Lalo’s bed, crossing her arms. Her husband, Eduardo “Lalo” Salamanca, was the unexpected love of her life. She never went anywhere without him. Don’t get her wrong, she loved Lalo’s twin cousins; they were good boys, great even, but she had been by Lalo’s side since they met at her old employer’s house.

Once upon a time, Sarah was a happy UCLA education student, and after that, a mother, and then a first grade teacher. Until her son got sick and her boyfriend left. A hopeful diagnosis turned to turmoil, and in desperation, Sarah resorted to what she previously considered a dirty career: stripping. Stripping led to drugs, and drugs led to connections. Connections led to her leaving her stripping career to pursue an “entertainment career” with a man named Tuco Salamanca.

That name, Salamanca. When she followed Tuco and his job offer to his home in Mexico, she had no idea she was getting involved with one of the most powerful families in the drug business. If it weren’t for Lalo, she would still be there, working 30 hours at a time, living off of rice and cocaine, and getting beat up both physically and mentally by all of her customers. She owes him her life.

However, none of that would have happened if her son had gotten out of remission and by some miracle, lived. But that was then, and this is now. There’s not a day that goes by without her thinking of her little Sam and what could have been.

Sarah’s thoughts were interrupted by Lalo climbing into bed beside her. “Aw, princesa, are you gonna miss me?” He asked, smirking. He ran a hand over her arm and pulled her close.

“You promise you’ll be there soon?” She whispered.

“Pinky.” He stuck out his pinky finger and locked it with hers. “Besides, you know the twins love you. They’re like your number one fans! Come on kid, it won’t be so bad.”

She rolled off of him and over to her side, facing the other wall. “I suppose, but you better be quick.” Sarah sighed and dragged herself out of bed, still wearing Lalo’s boxers and floral button up from the night before, socks unevenly pulled up on her legs from all of her tossing and turning, among other things.

Lalo put his hands behind his head, linking his fingers. He watched as she moved around the room, almost tiptoeing. She was delicate, but confident. The Sarah he met wasn’t like that. She was jumpy, skittish, and afraid of her own shadow. It was pitiful, but she was all the more grateful to leave her job to come home with him. He did care for the girl, a lot more than he thought he would. At first, he just wanted to help her out, of course, and let her escape the raging hands of his cousin, Tuco. But as time went on, he was mesmerized with how she blossomed. She became less of a bird with broken wings, a malleable young girl to blow off steam with, and she started turning into a firecracker. Sarah was Lalo’s favorite thing to ever happen to him in his years in the game. She turned him soft, but he didn’t mind.

“Have you seen my black heels?”

“What do you need those heels for? You planning on seducing one of the locals down there?”

She looked at him through her reflection in the mirror above the dresser, rolling her eyes. “Lalo.”

He chuckled to himself. “Whatever, don’t help your poor girl,” she teased. “I’ll find them.” She made her way downstairs after slipping on her velvet red slippers, a gift from Lalo for learning how to drive stick-shift. He followed the young woman.

When he got downstairs, he was greeted with his cousins. “Buenos dias, primos.” They nodded in response, the typical greeting from the stoic pair. “Sarah, you’ve got to get the boys to warm up on your car ride. We can’t have them scaring the skells!”

Sarah was pouring coffee with one hand and holding a newly lit cigarette and the black heels she had apparently found in the other hand. They were likely kicked off the evening prior in the process of the couple making their way to the bedroom. “Don’t you worry Eddy,” she said with a nickname that only she could call him, “Marco and I have a lot of catching up to do.” She walked between the twins. “Word on the street is that you’ve got it bad for your gardener. Julia, is it?” She eyed him while taking a drag from the cigarette.

Marco’s twin let a slight smile escape his lips, while Marco rolled his eyes. Lalo giggled. His girl was always going to find out everything, one of her many hidden talents.

“I’ll get your bag, mi vida, but come with me real quick. I have a task for you to do for me.”

Sarah followed the older man upstairs, grabbing his hand from behind. “What is it?” She asked, with childlike curiosity, always happy to help Lalo.

In the bedroom, Lalo reached into his nightstand and pulled out a picture, handing it to her. “You know Senor Fring and his little chicken side hustle, but I need you to keep an eye on someone a little smaller. This guy, Ignacio Varga, is one of mi tio’s guys. But he give old Tio Hector some pushback before his collapse. Something about his family, his dad’s business, whatever. He’s a stubborn one, but smart. At least that’s what they say. Just, I don’t know, watch the guy, figure him out, get him to open up. You have that way about you, you know sweetheart?” Lalo tipped her chin up with his fingertips so that she was looking him in the eye. “Can you do that for me?”

She smiled softly, unconsciously batting her eyelashes and giving him the hooded eyes. “Of course.” “Good girl.” Lalo smiled back, and after tucking Varga’s picture into her bag, he took both hands to hold her face. He exhaled, then pulled her in for a kiss. When he pulled away, her lips followed him.

“Wait, wait, wait, one more for good luck,” Sarah whined, protesting as she tried to pull him back with his shirt.

“Okay c’mere.” Lalo kissed her again, slower. This time, when he pulled away, she stayed standing with her eyes closed and sighed.

“Alright, now I can go. I better see you soon.”

He walked her outside and helped her into his cousins’ car, then placed the bag in the trunk. Lalo hit the back, signaling they were good for takeoff.

“Adios princesa!” He waved goodbye, and she blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and bring it to his heart, then turned back to his casa grandiosa, shaking his head and smiling. That girl was going to be the death of him.

“Es vergonzoso lo mucho que se gustan,” Leo muttered to Marco.

Sarah leaned up in between the twins. “Estoy justo aquí, ¿sabes?”

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Capítulo 188 – EBNET (Epílogo)

Epílogo   Un día, pocos días después del cumpleaños número 18 de Shaikh Takskate Terloan, una noticia muy auspiciosa se difundió por todo el Principado de Purito. En el boletín que llegó junto con el polen, los vecinos del principado dejaron lo que estaban haciendo y empezaron a hablar de la buena noticia. "¡Ay dios mío! ¡Este es su primer embarazo en 18 años!" Era la segunda historia del duque y la duquesa de Gong, a quienes todos habían abandonado porque estaban cansados de esperar. "Vaya, tú también eres un bebé que nació tarde. Oh, ¿Qué tan bonito será este bebé cuando nazca?" "¿Qué puedo decir? ¡Es el bebé de la gente más bella del mundo! Miren a nuestro Shaikh, él brilla. Dios mío, qué adorable es el nuevo bebé". Zestia, que regenta una floristería, y su compañera Sarah aplaudieron y charlaron ruidosamente. Mientras las voces de las dos personas sonaban fuerte en la habitación, el marido de Zestia, Hastings, que estaba clasificando flores desde lejos, se secó el sudor de la frente y habló con preocupación. "Pero no sé si dar a luz ahora sería una gran tensión para Su Alteza. Dijiste eso en aquel entonces. Tener un hijo a una edad mayor es cien veces más difícil que dar a luz siendo joven.” "De verdad, no te preocupes demasiado. ¿ Ya habéis olvidado quién es nuestra Alteza? Eres la nieta del rey de las hadas, viejo. La esperanza de vida en sí es diferente a la nuestra . La cabeza de Hastings se inclina hacia un lado ante las confiadas palabras de la mujer. Tenía una cara que decía que no lo sabía. "No, eso es… …¿Entonces estás bien? Aún así, este es su primer embarazo en 18 años…” “¡Por supuesto! Incluso si te conviertes en un cuarto de elfo, tu esperanza de vida es el doble que la de un humano. Incluso después de cumplir 40 0 50 años, puedes mantener la belleza que tenías cuando tenías 20… …¿Qué quieres decir con que nuestro Simon es el cuarto de elfo, verdad?" "Sí. Por eso el título de mejor del imperio lo persigue desde hace 20 años". Como si estuviera presumiendo, Zestia se golpeó el pecho con una expresión de gran orgullo en su rostro. Sarah, de pie junto a él, también negó con la cabeza, diciendo que era verdad. ¿Qué podría decir Hastings frente a este rostro confiado? "Esta bien… … Si ese es el caso, me alegro .” Bueno, no son gente corriente. En general, la esperanza de vida de las hadas era más de cinco o seis veces mayor que la de los humanos. Se decía que las hadas longevas viven más de mil años. Además, era el linaje del Rey Hada… … Se dice que no era sangre pura debido al truco del diablo, pero nadie podía adivinar fácilmente qué tan fuerte era su cuerpo. Y, sobre todo, ¿no tiene Su Alteza a su lado al mayor archimago del continente, que provoca tal arrogancia y caos que resulta casi aterrador? Incluso si Su Majestad el Rey muriera repentinamente por alguna terrible razón, él era alguien que haría cualquier cosa para devolverle la vida. Entonces, su conclusión fue que no había nada de qué preocuparse incluso si era el primer embarazo en aproximadamente 18 años. Incluso Sara, que dio a luz a tres hijos y dio a luz, sacudió la cabeza al recordar la desgracia del gran mago, que resolvería el problema de Su Majestad, aunque eso significara dividir el continente por la mitad. ¿Qué pasa con su familia allí? La familia del Rey Hada, que garantiza la paz y la comodidad de este país, también fue inusual cuando se trataba del Rey y su esposa. Gracias a esto, los puritos llevan más de 10 años viviendo felices y sin ningún desastre mayor. "Por cierto, ¿será una princesa o un príncipe? Ya que Shaikh está aquí, creo que sería bueno tener una princesa que se parezca exactamente a Simon”. "Si se parece a Simon, ¡guau, debe ser una princesa cuya belleza deslumbra con solo imaginarla! Es un gran problema, tengo que esperar un año y ya me muero de curiosidad. "Si somos así, ¿cuánto esperan usted y su majestad?" La floristería de Zestia no fue la única que estaba demasiado emocionada y no podía prepararse para el negocio. La frutería de al lado, la joyería de enfrente y el restaurante de enfrente estuvieron hablando sobre el nuevo bebé de Simon y su esposa durante todo el día. Como país famoso por el turismo, esta noticia se difundió rápidamente entre los viajeros y las expectativas por el segundo bebé de la reina de Purito Kalia Takskate y el archimago Simon Terloan crecieron en todo el continente. Pero ninguno de ellos se lo esperaba. A diferencia de la época de Shaikh, el período de embarazo de Kalia sería tres veces más largo. La tan esperada disolución de Kalia se produjo un cálido día de primavera, tres años después.   ━━━━━━━ ∙ʚ♡ɞ∙ ━━━━━━━ "La energía de las hadas es definitivamente mucho más fuerte que cuando era Shaikh" Kalekshia sintió con sensibilidad la energía de Kalia en el parto y miró a Leah con ojos preocupados. La Reina del Bosque, que, como él, no podía ocultar su nerviosismo, también asintió pesadamente, tomándole la mano. "Pero eso no significa que solo tenga energía de hadas… …Su estómago es demasiado grande. Definitivamente será un parto difícil para Kalia". EI período de embarazo fue de casi 3 años. Fue un periodo de tiempo excesivamente largo para los humanos y un período de tiempo corto en comparación con las hadas. En la época de Shaikh, un niño nacía en diez meses como cualquier otro ser humano, así que, de hecho, supuso que esta vez también sería lo mismo. Pero a medida que pasó un año y otro medio año, llegó a la conclusión de que este no era un embarazo cualquiera. "Madre, padre. Ustedes dos definitivamente lo sintieron, ¿verdad? La piedra de hadas en el estómago de Kalia es inusual”. Ante las palabras de Puriosa, Kalekshia y Leah hicieron contacto visual y asintieron. "Bueno. Nosotros también lo sentimos. Si mi suposición es correcta, Kalia probablemente sea... Una sonrisa se dibujó en el rostro de Puriosa ante la respuesta de Leah. "Es algo bueno.” "Bueno. Aunque es algo feliz. Sin embargo, Kalia pasará por momentos muy difíciles" “Pero… …” "iNo quel ¿Qué es lo que sólo saben tres personas? Dios mío, esto es frustrante! "Si Ganini hubiera estado aquí, lo habriamos sabido hace mucho tiempo, ¡pero Puriosa es demasiado ruidosa! Los otros hermanos que deambulaban se unieron mientras las tres hadas hablaban. Como era de esperar, los que estaban más molestos fueron Hoa y Noir, quienes eran ruidosos. “¡Por lo tanto! No, ¿qué estás haciendo con tu familia? Y eso también con la creación de una nueva familia… … Vaya, son personas verdaderamente extraordinarias .” "Eso no es todo. Hoa, Noir. Simplemente no dije nada porque no estaba seguro. Pero al observar esta ola que puedo sentir ahora, creo que mi suposición es clara”. "¿Ola? ¿Qué ola?" “... … de hecho. En primer lugar, no esperaba sentidos tan delicados de tu parte". "¡Estás hablando demasiado duro, Pury!" “Por lo tanto. ¿Es esto una señal para pelear?" "Hoa, Noir. No importa lo aburrido que sea, las hermanas no deberían pelear entre sí" Ganini, que cortésmente mantenía su posición, agarró las espaldas de Hoa y Noir que intentaban atacar a Puriosa. Las hermanas se humedecieron los labios con pesar y Leah, que las observaba, se tocó la frente como si le doliera la cabeza. "¿Cuándo crecerán?" En el lugar de nacimiento visible desde la distancia, Kalia estaba luchando por dar a luz, pero los niños llamados tíos eran muy inmaduros. Leah miró con ojos preocupados el lugar de nacimiento construido en el lugar del árbol primordial. Durante el embarazo de Kalia, la energía de las hadas se sintió con tanta fuerza que era incomparable a cuando ella esperaba Shaikh. EI hecho de que la energía del hada se sintiera fuertemente significaba que se necesitaba mucho del poder del mundo natural durante el parto. Por lo tanto, el nuevo nacimiento de Kalia tuvo lugar en el bosque de hadas. No importa cuánto se extienda el poder de las hadas al Principado de Purito, es difícil esperar que el poder del mundo natural sea tan limpio y fuerte como el bosque de hadas. A diferencia del doloroso parto de los humanos, el nacimiento de las hadas no fue tan difícil. En comparación con el largo periodo de embarazo, se podría decir que el momento del parto transcurrió con bastante tranquilidad. Sin embargo, aunque sintió una fuerte energía de hada, tal vez fue porque no era un hada completa. El nacimiento de Kalia tomó más tiempo de lo esperado y fue un momento doloroso. "¿Ya son cuatro horas?" "Cuatro horas está bien. Nos llevará un par de horas". “Aún … …Espero que no me duela más” . Leah se quedó mirando el lugar de nacimiento donde estaría Kalia. Frente a ella había dos hombres esperando ansiosamente a Kalia. Menú Read the full article