That one guy that no one invited heyโฆ.would if be ok if u wrote antonio ver of the worship fics pleasd if thats ok๐๐๐๐๐๐ also hi !!! -๐ป
A loverโs praise- Antonio Ver๐ป
Omg hii Antonio anon itโs been a while!! Sorry I took a bit aizkwk this feels a bit tasteless like a piece of wet white break but I hope you enjoy nonetheless ๐ฟ
Tw: manor not mentioned, as usual gender neutral (used adjectives like โprettyโ that way), scars.
Antonio had definitely not been a prude during his life, nor one to get easily embarrassed or ashamed of himself in any way. Not necessarily as a show-offโ more so, he simply didnโt particularly care.
Even after so long, his soul having been almost fully taken over by the demon he had sacrificed it to in one last attempt to finally achieve that level of satisfaction in music he had always craved, yet somehow struggled to reachโ he did not have the right mind, nor the ability, to pay enough attention to such trivial things.
He managed to get what he wanted, when he wanted, always- one way or another. Putting the notes that resonated in his mind onto paper was all that mattered anyway. Plus, he was way too oldโ he could not waste any more time on silly, futile matters. Nothing impressed him anymore; Nothing could move him enough to change the way he was, too strongly rooted in his dense brain. Plus, caring about his appearance wouldnโt have changed his way of doing music, so he truly did not need to spend energies on that.
Well, almost nothingโ until you came along.
Like a tornado, you short-circuited all the wires within his head, making him act like a stupid fool. You were pretty, too pretty. Radiant, kindโ everything he was not.
He tried many times to figure out what you saw in him, why you would ever want to be with someone like him in the first place- yet all those questions seemed to remain unanswered. He just could not understand why.
Why?
He had never been one to feel self-conscious, yet you made him so.
Of course, that was not intentional.
He knew he looked weird, to say the least: those long, ragged scars all across his face; The void of his eyes; His hair. Not a conventionally attractive man, one could say. No longer a man at all.
How ridiculous is it to worry about your appearance when you are inhabited by a demon?
Yet there you were, standing in his bedroom to change for the night, and he could not peel his eyes off you. Fabric slid over your body, and he could almost feel it on his own skinโ a shiver.
It was ridiculous, feeling all anxious when he was the one inviting you over in the first place.
You turned to face him, walking over to him.
โThanks again for letting me spend the night here. Iโm actually kinda nervousโ... hey, are you okay?โ
โYes, I am. Donโt worry, darlingโ
โAre you sure? Also, arenโt you going to change?โ
You had barely finished speaking before he dragged you down to him, winding your body in his hair.
โIโm good like thisโ.
โOh, you canโt be serious! Come on!โ
You tried to break free and help him take his shirt off, but another strand of hair came to stop your hands.
โHey!โ
He laughed.
โYou canโt be serious. Your clothes are dirty!โ
โThey seem quite clean to me, dearโ.
โIโm not going to sleep in a dirty bedโ.
โOh, blackmailing me now?โ
He let go of you, sat on the edge of the bed, and kept laughing to himselfโ something like a tired giggleโ as he swept a hand down his face.
โCome on,โ you said again, leaning over his shoulder.
โI am not sure about that, sweetheartโ.
โWhy not? Is there a problem?โ
โYeah, there isโ.
You frowned, confused, as a million possibilities flashed through your mind.
โIs it me?โ
โThatโs not what I meant, and you know it, sweetheartโ.
โThen whatโs wrong?โ
โYou have that smart brain of yours. You already know...โ
โItโs clear I donโt. Enlighten me.โ
He let out a small grunt, bony thumb hovering over your right cheek.
โOh, you are evil, wanting to make me admit it out loud. Itโs sillyโ.
He took one of your hands and moved it under his shirt. Your fingers traced along his skin, feeling all the bumps and rough edges of his scars. His hardened, scaly torso.
โDo you get it now? Donโt act cluelessโ.
โIs it because of your scars?...โ
โMm. See? Told you youโve got a sharp mind.โ
You sighed, your hand still resting on his abdomen.
โI donโt want you to feel pressured into doing anything youโre not comfortable with... but I donโt get itโ.
โWhat is it that you donโt understand?โ
โDo you think it bothers me? Like, the fact that you have scars? Do you think itโs an issue? Because I guarantee, itโs not.โ
โI just feel... embarrassed, my dear. Ah! For the first time in so long. Iโm just not fit for you, and I thought you might finally understand that as well once you saw me all bare and exposed. I can no longer pretend if you take all my defenses awayโ.
โOh, Antonio... this is so silly. None of that is going to happen. Of course Iโm going to stay. You could be invisible orโ I donโt knowโ not have a body at all, for all I care. I love you for youโ.
Your hand slid out from under his shirt, coming up to trace his jawline.
โAh, youโre just too used to having me aroundโ.
โYeah, probably. But I wouldnโt want it any other wayโ.
You crawled on top of him, kissing his jaw all the way up to the corner of his lips.
โMy beautiful man...โ
One hand kept tracing his skin, the path of one particularly deep scar that connected to his collarbone.
โSo handsomeโ.
โOh, come on. With all the talking, youโre playing dirtyโ.
โPerhaps. But I really need to get it into that thick brain of yours that you are fucking perfect, get it?โ
โKeep moving like this, and I think I will remember quite wellโ.
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