#porque no sos mía

[cortazariano]

“Amor mío, no te quiero por vos ni por mí ni por los dos juntos, no te quiero porque la sangre me llame a quererte, te quiero porque no sos mía, porque estás del otro lado, ahí donde me invitas a saltar y no puedo dar el salto, porque en lo más profundo de la posesión no estás en mí, no te alcanzo, no paso de tu cuerpo, de tu risa, hay horas en que me atormenta que me ames...”

(J. Cortázar, Rayuela cap 93)

#julio cortazar #cortazar #libros #books #literatura #novela #antinovela #contranovela #amor #porque no sos mía #porque estás del otro lado #ahí donde me invitas a saltar #rayuela #hopscotch #citas literarias #fragmentos literarios #cortazarianos #cortazariano

[kyaruun]

My NYA NYA NYANAYNA WAKEUP FUCKWHWJWJD

Wkwloe loNYA IZUMI????? SHELPPPP

Ayuda MUERO Q

Qwj NY que es ESOT JWJ

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SHIRO ME ESTOY MURIENDO Y HE CHILLADO YA VARIAS VECES AAAAAAAAAA

FUE UN ATAQUE PREMEDITADO!!! estaban esperando a que estuviésemos todos tranquilos para sacarnos el trailer y la promo y vernos MORIR A TROZOS DE VERDAD LOS 50 SEGUNDOS MÁS INTENSOS DE MI VIDA HE LLORADO SOCORROOOOO

me voy a morir y va a ser culpa de knights!! aunque en verdad. en verdad los izuleos me van a matar OTRA VEZ,,,, viste a izumi. izumi. izumiiiii socorro me muero. que con leo me muero también por favor por favor por favorrrrr clemencia que soy una mujer muy débil para tantas emociones seguidas ueeeee

#en verdad escribiendo esto en lo que me seco las lágrimas #AYUDA PLS #de verdad que me va a dar mal al corazón sos #tengo tantas emociones acumuladas que se me ha olvidado hablar ayuda #SHIRO AMOR TÚ COMO LO LLEVAS ;;;; #porque leo leo leo LEO POBRE LEO QUERIDO LEO #quiero abrazarlo más que nunca #also la ropa?? LA ROPA??? madre mía #also. lo siento pero he gritado al ver a la gata en el trailer #ESA GATA LLEVA LA MITAD DE MI SALUD MENTAL CON ELLA

[thesunisatangerine]

porque volví por ti (tú eres mía)

“Are you happy, Alexia? With me?”

“Why are you even–Yes! Yes, I am! What–”

You gently grabbed her face and you placed your forehead against hers. You looked into her wide, pleading eyes, and whispered softly, “Oh, Alexia. Imagine how much happier you’d be being with the right person.”

Alexia shook her head, adamant and defiant, and as she did so tears left her eyes. 

“Please, don’t do this. I love you. Please, I love you, damn it!” She put her hands over yours and squeezed them tight as if you were in danger of vanishing, like you were a spectre that was about to disappear. 

Emotion coiled in the base of your throat, choking you. You couldn’t say those words back to her even if you wanted to, not when you were already weak enough, any more and you would find yourself back in her embrace and you couldn’t allow yourself that relief because this was what needed to be done. Alexia would be so much happier, so much more content without you in the way.

“Alexia–Alexia, listen to me. You can’t see it now and you might end up resenting me but you’ll be happier for this, I know it. Everyone can see that you’re complete when you’re with her. I see it, too. The both of you just work and I’ll be damned to get in the way of something so beautiful.”

“Is this what you want?” Alexia asked and her voice wavered as she did so. Her eyes remained trained on yours, the plea in them as vivid as the red of her lips and the stain of tears on her cheeks.

You bit your lip so hard you were surprised you didn’t taste blood on your tongue. You whispered your answer. “Yes.”

Alexia sniffled, her brows pinched as she closed her eyes but she didn’t say anything. A moment after, she let go of your hands and left hers hanging between her legs, dejected and resigned. She looked so small like this and it hurt–you knew breaking up with her would but you didn’t expect the pain to weigh this much.

“I’m sorry. Thank you for everything.” You closed your eyes as you kissed her forehead and you allowed yourself to linger there for a moment, to savour the last taste of her skin, the last feel of her warmth against your lips. And then you wiped the tears from her cheeks with your thumb, straightened yourself, grabbed your coat from the counter, and you headed out the door.

Training the next morning was a silent affair as if everyone could feel something big went down because not even the staff and the trainers said anything. You were thankful for the space and privacy they were giving you but guilt burnt in you like a torrid brand–the last thing you wanted was to negatively affect the team’s dynamic, especially being close to the start of the Champions League like this.

Your eyes unintentionally wandered to where Alexia was, a few metres ahead with her earphones plugged in as she did her resistance training, a very rare sighting and a general indication that she had a lot of thing on her mind. And when Alexia was like this, everyone knew she needed some breathing room. It was not uncommon, however, to see Val being exempt from this unspoken rule so you weren’t surprised to see her join Alexia.

It also wasn’t a surprise that Alexia let her stay.

As if she sensed your eyes on the both of them, Alexia’s eyes found you. You were trapped in her gaze for a second before you quickly averted yours, standing up and putting away your weights and mat, and you moved to the stationary bikes that were located on the other side of the training room, away from their view. You didn’t even realise you picked the bike next to Mapi until you felt her hand on your shoulder which brought your attention to her. Clear understanding was in her eyes and the sympathy just as apparent. She squeezed your shoulder lightly, gave you a small smile, and then she let go. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat but the feeling remained; it tasted bitter and heavy on your tongue. Not knowing what else to do, you plugged your earphones in and hoped that time would pass quickly enough for this wound to heal. 

wanted to drop this cause the other one is still not close to finishing. just an idea for a possible one shot with reader, alexia, and val (an original character). not yet sure if i will actually make this into an actual fic so lmk if you want it to be continued.

#ap11 #not proofread #mine #my writing

[ragingbookdragon]

She walked through the base with the lunchbox to her chest, barely managing to not trip over her own feet as she wandered through the halls with expert knowledge. One of the soldiers opened the door for her and she nodded to them, stepping through and she looked up, seeing her husband chatting around with Rudy, and two other men she didn’t recognize.

“Ale,” she called, and her husband looked over, joy splitting across his face as he straightened from where he was leaning on the table.

“Mi alma!” he greeted, walking over, smile dropping to a frown when he noticed the sadness on her face. “Mi alma, qué pasa? Por qué te ves molesto?”

Her lips pulled down in a dramatic pout as she explained, “I tried to make you some chicken and rice, but I accidentally burned the chicken. So, then I was gonna make chicken noodle soup and just scrape the burnt parts off but I didn’t have any broth and so I made my own and it was all going great but then I was gonna put in the noodles and…” her lips wobbled. “We didn’t have any noodles.”

She lifted the lunchbox and sniffled. “So, I made you a sandwich and packed some chips. And a few cookies. And a bottle of juice. And—” Alejandro’s lips curled over his teeth, evident that he was trying to hide his grin and she whimpered, “Te estás riendo de mí.”

Alejandro couldn’t help but snort as he wrapped his arms around her. “No, mi alma, I’m not laughing at you.”

“Yes, you are,” she whined. “You’re laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you.”

She cocked her head up and scowled at him. “I am not laughing, Ale. I’m devastated.”

“Why?” he humored, looking at her. “Because you didn’t cook my lunch?”

“Yes,” she sniffed, lips tugged down. “I miserably failed to cook chicken today.”

Alejandro hummed, pressing his nose to hers. “But you made me a lunch anyways and I’m going to eat it so happily, porque mi esposa hermosa lo hizo para mí y puso su corazón en cada pieza.”

“Es un sándwich.”

“Mhm,” he nodded, smushing their noses. “And I love anything you make me.” Alejandro pecked her lips, pulled away and cupped her cheeks, wiping his thumbs under her eyes as he comforted, “Ahora seca tus ojos, alma mía, no hay necesidad de estar tan molesto.”

She gazed at him, letting her face get smushed in his hands, staring at him between slits as she mumbled, “What’d I do to get you?”

He smiled, that warm, so loving smile that made her heart flutter, the first time she saw it, she fell in love with him—still to this day, five years later, he looked at her the same. “Soy yo quien debería hacer esa pregunta. Para tener una mujer tan maravillosa que cuide de mí, debes ser un ángel enviado por Dios.”

Her cheeks warmed, smile threatening to split her face in half as she blushed, “Alejandro Vargas, quit, we’re in public.” She pulled away, righted herself and turned. “I’m going home.”

Alejandro held the lunchbox in his hand, a smirk on his face as he called out loudly, “Pero, mi alma, don’t leave me! I’m a wounded man! Your husband needs you to take care of him!” her shoulders set in embarrassment as his soldiers started laughing. “Te amo, alma mía! Mi corazón late por ti!”

He snickered as she practically ran out of the base like her ass was on fire, knowing he was in for it when he got home; Alejandro walked back over and sat the lunchbox down on the table, slapping at Rudy’s hand and glaring when his second tried to get in for the cookies. “Lo siento, eres su esposo? No? Sal de mi lonchera.”

Rudy frowned. “She packs enough for me, you know that.”

“And I don’t wanna share what my wife brought me,” he griped in return. “Find your own wife.”

A groan left Rudy’s lips as he complained, “No es justo que ella sea tu esposa. Ella es la mejor que hay.”

Alejandro puffed out his chest, pride in his voice as he agreed, “That she is. And she’s mine,” he lifted up his left hand and pointed to his gold band. “Forever.”

Soap leaned over as the two started bickering, whispering to Ghost, “Did you know Alejandro was married?”

“Uh huh,” Ghost nodded. “Showed me the photos in his wallet.”

“He has photos in his wallet?”

“Yep. Like a ton of them. All of her.”

Soap frowned. “Damn, that woman must be something fierce to have such a hold on him.”

“She is!” Alejandro interrupted, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket. “Here, let me show you.”

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[itsharleystuff]

⸻ 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰

‘ necio porque no eres mía, mi fruta prohibida ‘

— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Javier Peña x afab!fem reader (implied hispanic/latina)

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1k

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Javier can’t stay away from you, even if that means being your sneaky link.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content (minors dni!), sex, p in v sex, porn with barely any plot, unrealistic car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of cheating, feelings (left unsaid), fingering, hair pulling, praising, lots of kissing, pet names (cariño, sweetheart, hermosa), phrases in Spanish (no translations, sorry), mentions of reader wearing a cross necklace (not a rosary or any religious reference, but adding it here in case anyone might be bothered by it), no use of y/n. I think that’s all.

a/n: been listening to lots of romeo santos lately and now we have bad bunny’s new album so expect some nasty works from me (as soon as I get a break from uni cause damn). This os is a bit rushed due to my lack of time, but I really wanted to post something, please excuse my mistakes<3

‘ Is it better to feel everything with great depth in comparison to feeling nothing at all? ’

Occasionally, you think it’ll be easier if you could simply turn your emotions off and walk away. But no matter how many times you tell yourself that you won't go back to him, somehow —every so often in the weirdest ways— he always ends up between your legs. On and off, like one torturous, yet perfect loop that keeps bringing you back together.

Although, you were never actually together.

Technicalities, right?

Things were said and done once you started frequenting each other's beds. Above all else, Javier had clearly specified that he didn't want any feelings involved in the matter (primarily due to his job, plus the dangers that came with it) and you had stupidly agreed to that condition. Because honestly, the main reason why you got involved with him in the first place was the way he made your heart flutter, how he could make your skin tingle just with a simple touch and get your knees weak solely by surrounding your personal space.

It was all in vain, nonetheless. He had it for you, too. Badly. Though his realization came hard and late. You stormed into his life and swiped away any thoughts of having an emotionless relationship; your innocent curiosity, the softness of your touch and the brightness in your eyes whenever you'd stare into his soul while being tangled with him all night, all of it somehow carved your way into his heart.

Even if you were already seeing someone else, trying to move on, he'd still be all over you; chasing after you as if having all your attention was some sort of personal whim of his. The worst part? You'd give in every single time, surrendering yourself to him after putting up little to none resistance.

"Javier, this needs to stop..." were your words actually meaningful if you uttered them between kisses?

His hands coast up your thighs, delicately rubbing the flesh as his lips roamed along your jawline. "Why?" he sighed, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"Why?" you mimic him, propping your weight up with both palms to his chest, slightly pushing him back. "You fucking know why."

The agent straightens his posture on the backseat of his jeep, forcing you to readjust your position on top of him. He takes a deep gulp of air whilst staring up at you with low, darkened eyes.

One thing was crystal clear: he had you right where he wanted you. His aviator sunglasses rested on top of his head, crowning his messy hair; the black shirt was ruffled from you tugging at it, a couple of buttons loose. His unsteady breathing and plump lips almost made him appear needy, if it weren't for the firm grip he had on your upper legs and the wide hunger his gaze reflected. Your yellow sundress had ranked up your thighs and the denim material of his jeans felt a tad uncomfortable beneath you. All that could be heard inside the car –parked somewhere next to an incautious road– was the storm happening outside and a song they were playing on the radio.

"Oh, yeah..." he chuckled sardonically. "I forgot I'm now your boy toy."

There was a bittersweet note on his voice despite the joking tone. "Shut up, asshole. It's not like I was ever anything different to you."

He muffled a laugh, his fingertips lingering on your feverish skin. The air inside the car was cold, contrasting with the warm heat of your bodies. Javier couldn't help but think about the irony of the situation; about how you couldn't believe that you meant anything more than a sweet time to him, when in reality, the few moments you spent together were the only ones where he could feel genuine joy. His hand comes up to cup your face, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.

"You think very low of me, preciosa." Oh, if only he knew.

"I wish I did. That would surely make things easier." He shakes his head, holding back laughter.

"Does he know?" your brows knit together in confusion, shocked by the sudden question and the mention of the other guy.

"Know what?" you asked with a quizzical expression.

His big palm lowers to your neck, the other one sneaking under the hem of your dress, all the way up to your hip and setting on your lower back. "About me."

You tsked, rearranging the collar of his shirt, "I'm not sure there's anything he needs to know about you, Peña."

He smirks, charming as ever. "How about the reason why you keep coming back to me?" The pads of his fingers rub soothing circles along your spine, all the while his eyes swallow you whole. "I don't mind being second in line as long as your frontman knows how to treat you properly."

"You're talking nonsense," you run your hands through his locks, brushing the hair out of his face. "You think you're any better?"

"Oh, cariño. I know I am." If it weren't for the confidence in his voice –as if he spoke freely and unquestionably–, you'd probably be laughing. "I'm sure everyone knows." His index and middle fingers trace your collarbones in light, feathery touches and slowly slide down your chest, avoiding the chain around your throat. "And if he doesn't, be sure to tell him."

A shiver runs throughout your body when his thumb sweeps across your sensitive nipple over the flimsy fabric of your dress. The hand on your lower back moves to press you firmly against him, grinding your lower body on top of his and pulling a surprised gasp from your parted lips.

"Javi..." you can't muster up the words nor the courage to push him away before he's kissing all over your neck and shoulders. "God, you're insufferable."

He chuckles, and the sound is not only attractive but contagious, plastering a smile on your face. The thin straps of your dress slide down your arms, making your boobs nearly spill out the front, though neither of you actually care. Both his hands squeeze your ass as he buries his face between your breasts, sucking a mark on the sensitive skin. That, he thought, was something you probably wouldn't want the other guy to see.

You unconsciously started searching for friction, moving your hips in tandem to relieve some of the increasing ache that settled between your thighs. You sighed when his mouth started peppering kisses all over your exposed tits, giving special attention to your hardened nipples. He knew exactly what you liked and how you liked it, your favorite spots and positions; all he needed to do to have you trembling, screaming and begging for more... He knew everything and he boasted on it.

"Oh, you really love me," he mumbles, voice strained with lust as you keep rubbing yourself against him, using him just like he enjoyed best. "Don't you, corazón?"

You pull his hair harshly, forcing him to look at you in the eye, the chain of your necklace colliding against his chin. The gruffly groan that leaves his lips goes straight to your core. Javier loved it when you were a little mean and bossy; it amused him.

"I like you better when you're quiet," you hiss, kissing all over his jaw and licking a long stripe along his throat, taking your time on his Addams' apple and the spot between his neck and shoulder. That, added to the constant, leisured movement of your body against his crotch, had him panting and grunting in seconds.

The sight of pleasure contorting his features as he completely loses himself and starts bucking his hips upwards has you dripping and clenching around nothing. "Fucking lier," he spits out, "you love it when I'm noisy."

He was right, as per usual. But you decided to ignore it. "I'd like you more if you weren't such a cocky bastard. Tal vez así no tendría que buscarme a otro."

A wolfish grin purses his lips and his eyes gleam smugly, "Necia y mentirosa. You're every man's dream."

You lean forward to kiss the crook of his nose, feeling his strong arms enveloping you, guiding your movements just as you both liked best. Your lungs fill with air and you grasp the back of the seat, feeling a certain tension building in the pit of your stomach each time the right amount of pressure was applied to your clit. Javier relished on the way he could make a complete mess of you without even having you naked, his cock twitching in his pants with the mewls that left you; having you all hot and bothered prompted his own excitement.

"Everyone's..." your breath fanned across his cheek as you ducked down towards him, lips so close to each other’s that he could already feel the ghost of their touch on his mouth. "But yours."

If you really believed that, then you were ragingly clueless, for he knew deep down that he'd go to wit's end and back just for you to be happy.

"Especially mine, sweetheart." He doesn't let you reply, swiftly catching your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

It ignited something within you that could only grow bigger and stronger, like a forest fire. An intense feeling that settled in your loins and expanded throughout your body with every touch and every single kiss. It was melting your bones and fogging your brain deliciously. His hand rested on the nape of your neck to hold you close as his mouth explored yours in depth, meanwhile the other slid between your bodies to palm your clothed sex, wet with your arousal.

"Fuck..." he gasps amidst, gliding his index and middle fingers across the soaked fabric, spurring you on.

Despite the fact that he'd done this a dozen times before, the way you'd easily give in to him would always do it for Javier. Your sweet whimpers and ragged breaths were his own sort of addiction, the moans that escaped your lips when moving your panties aside made all his blood rush towards his lower body.

His fingers gather the slick around your entrance and then brings them back to your clit, teasing it with slow, circular motions. He takes his time to play with you, refusing to thrust his fingers in your core and only managing to get you wetter and more desperate by the second, toying with your patience. The moment you try to wriggle, his grip becomes stronger to keep you still, digging his fingertips so strongly that it'll definitely bruise afterwards. At this point you can feel your own arousal smearing on your inner thighs and dripping down his jeans.

"Don't be mean, Peña..." you mumble in complain, your hands wandering over his chest, struggling to keep your mind on track.

"Beg for it," he whispers in your ear. "Be nice and I'll do as you say."

You bite your lower lip to hold back your noises while his fingers drift across your slit. "Please..." you kiss the soft spot behind his ear, raising goosebumps on his skin. "Javi, por favor..."

He hums lowly, pressing his middle and index fingers to your entrance at the same time as he shushes your moans with a kiss. His mouth is all over yours, his tongue running along your lower lip before going past your teeth. You can barely breathe, the feeling of his digits inside you and the sloppy kiss had your head spinning. You're certain that if it wasn't for the rain or the music in the radio you'd definitely be able to hear the sopping sounds of him working on your pussy. Javier curses when your head draws back, not wanting to part from you, the sweet aftertaste of the kiss still lingering on his tongue.

The leather material of the seats cracked each time you moved, and the crystals were starting to mist up from the shock of temperatures. Despite the windows being polarized, the blue, kind of grayish light of today's twilight shone beautifully on your glowing skin, leaving him absolutely mesmerized.

"Do you ever show him this side of you?" he mutters hoarsely, watching you from below as you shut your eyes and claw at his shirt, feeling his thick fingers curling inside, stretching you open. "Does he touch you like I do?" He's quick to find your weak spot and hit it repeatedly, slow and steady at first, bringing back his wet digits to your swollen bud. "Can he fuck you like I do? Please you like I do?"

You shake your head in denial, panting and unable to form any coherent sentences. The warmth between your legs started spreading throughout your belly, thighs quivering and waves of pleasure washing over you.

"Use your words," he coaxes, burying his face on your neck to inhale your perfume, the one that's all over him, his clothes and sheets; like you were marking him as yours. The familiar tickle of his mustache on your sensitive skin, added to the heat and the well-known thickness of his dick underneath you doesn't fail to make your body waver.

"N-no..." you stumble upon your words, "he can't. No one else can... Sólo tú."

"Mhm," Javier kisses your jaw lovingly, the feeling of his chest flushed to yours pushing you over the edge. In that moment, he just knows you're close by the way your cheeks heat up and your brows furrow, as well as how you start squeezing his fingers. "You can come now."

And he didn't need to tell you twice, for you were already falling apart, tugging at his hair and struggling to catch your breath. His hand leaves the apex of your thighs and starts caressing the smooth skin of your back, giving you chills from the dampness of his fingertips. You lay your forehead against his, and with your eyelids hanging low you press a soft kiss to his temple. For a while, you just stay like that in silence, feeling his strong arms wrapped around your waist and listening to a bolero song playing through the car speakers.

Javier's heart thumps against his ribs whilst the beat reverberates through you in a constant tempo. His natural musk dazes your mind; a mix of cigarettes, fresh soap and manly cologne. The intimacy of everything suddenly sinks in and your lungs swell with all the contained love you had for him, crushing you under its weight. You can't let it crawl back to you, knowing you have to keep it well buried within your bones. 

"Javi..." you purr, lips grazing his ear. "I need you."

"Yeah?" his coarse voice makes you shudder. "I'll take care of you, cariño."

You reluctantly break apart form his embrace and, with a playful smile, you decide to take his sunglasses off, carefully tossing them to the passenger's seat. He appeared invested in your game, his prying eyes following your every move. Then, you suddenly grabbed the hem of your sundress with both hands and took it off in a quick move, discarding it somewhere on the floor and leaving you solely in your tiny, ruined underwear and golden necklace. The man in front of you couldn't be any more swoon over your naked body, his brown eyes now blackened with desire.

"Mi niña hermosa," he coed.

Your smile widened as his palm covered the curve of your waist. It's almost as if he's never seen you like this; though the image of your bare skin is something he could never tire of, your beauty being something he'd describe as ethereal, if he were the artistic or poetic type— which he wasn't.

"You're staring," you say, feeling his free hand coming to grope your breast.

"I'm admiring," Javier replies with a grin, thumb brushing over your peaked nipple. "You're a menace, d'you know that? This body and that face of yours... Engañarían a cualquiera." The cool metal of his watch gave you chills when you grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand to your lips. "No one would believe that you let me fuck you senseless in the back of my car."

You giggle at his words, starting to spread kisses on his knuckles, "People would think you've corrupted me."

The pads of his fingers gently pull your lower lip, the same two digits that were previously inside you. He doesn't need to vocalize what he wants you to do, since you immediately pick up on it. Your mouth opens up steadily, allowing him to press both fingers to your tongue. With no hesitation, you eagerly begin to suck and lick at them without breaking eye contact, his heavy gaze looking at you fixedly.

"Perhaps I have," he murmurs rasps out, brushing the hair away from your face with an uncharacteristic delicate demeanor.

Frankly, you are incapable of conceiving how can he have so much power over you, your actions and thoughts. The way he peers at you with close scrutiny and sincere devotion makes you feel like a woman, in all sense of the word. He's aware of it and is not afraid to demonstrate it, to be at your mercy. And it only made you want him more.

You desperately tug at his belt while he drags his fingers from your lips to your chin and neck, letting you do all the hard work. There's an arrogant attitude to him as he merely 'admires' but doesn't go anywhere near as to putting any effort into it; he wants you to work for it, have your fun with him as you please and then let him show you why no other man can reach his level. He’s very aware of the fact that he's the only man whose dick you'd beg to have inside and he wallows in that knowledge, like a bragging child.

"Shit, Javier..." you fumble with his fly, silently pleading for his help while he absentmindedly kneads at your flesh, enjoying the show you're putting on for him. "Work with me, please."

"Anxious, aren't we?" he scoffs, taking your wrist to place your hand on his crotch. "What do you want, cariño?"

"A ti, Javi," the feeling of his cock throbbing at your confirmation only reaffirms how much he loves it when you verbally express your desires. "I want you."

Both his palms rest on your shoulder blades and his face gets closer to yours before talks again, "Then fucking take me."

His voice gave you butterflies and the way he spoke went straight to your core. A muffled moan vibrates in your chest when you reach for the base of his neck and pull him in for an aggressive, frenetic kiss. It's a blur of actions, a clash of tongues and teeth that happens at the same time as your hand sinks to his lower abdomen, swaying over the trail of hair that runs down his mound, with a touch so light that it makes his knees feel like jelly. The warmth and softness of your palm against his length pulls a groan deep from his throat, finally getting to release some of his pent-up tension and get the attention he's been craving from you.

You swipe your thumb across his swollen tip, surprised by the amount of precome that is dribbling and how easy it becomes to stroke him. Javier gasps at the contact, shutting his eyes and allowing himself to breathe. Just like him, you know exactly what he finds most pleasurable. You know his body as well as you know his mind; his pet-peeves and favorites. So freaking close, and yet— so, so incredibly far from his grasp.

"Cariño," he calls out your name in a languid drawl, clutching to your waist, "don't tease."

"Mhm," you're accustomed to the thickness of him, how heavy and long he is. However, it's always nice to feel how easily riled up he gets because you. "Not so fun when it's done to you, is it?" you purposely trace the vein on the underside of his dick and he snarls through gritted teeth, an unrestrained sound that makes you throb.

"Fucking hell-" the chocolate brown in his eyes is entirely consumed by the pitch black of his dilated pupils.

You drag your index along his jawline, slightly lifting his chin to square his gaze with yours. "Come on, big boy. Lift your hips so I can do this properly."

He can't help but laugh. "What now?" he snarks, doing as you say, nonetheless. "You're gonna talk me trough it?"

The man pulls his pants down just enough to give him the sufficient mobility. You don't have the patience to reply to his mockery, though you're sure he'd love it if you did so. Instead, he pushes your panties aside as much as the fabric permits and you glide the head of his cock between your folds, coating it with your arousal and the remains of your previous orgasm. His hands are still on your hips but they're simply resting there, giving you the freedom to do as you want.

With a firm grip, you carefully guide him to your entrance and sink down his length, drawing a sharp whine from your lips and a low, depraved moan from him. The stretch he provides always manages to send your mind into oblivion, filling you up so good, to the extent that makes you believe no one ese could fit your body so perfectly. Your mouth falls agape and you clasp his shoulders in order to keep yourself grounded; beads of sweat started rolling down your neck and his temples when you rested your forehead against Javier's, eyes kept firmly shut.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asks once you'd manage to sit every last inch of him deep inside you. "Want me to move?"

You shake your head 'no', gazing back at him to meet his preoccupied expression. "I'll do it," you stammer through the haze of rapture. "There's something I want to try."

His brows furrow in genuine confusion and a tad of concentration, but nods either way. Both his palms lay flat on your ass cheeks as you throw your head back and start moving at a leisured pace, biting your bottom lip and tangling your fingers in between his damp curls. You ride him like it's your first time doing so; grinding slowly and calculatedly, barely bouncing and more like swaying your hips rhythmically, feeling his cock nudge that particular spot that has your thighs trembling.

"Fuck-" Javier inhales heavily, using his strong hands to guide your movements without a change of cadence. "Look at you, sweetheart," he coos, his thumb grazing your clit in a very delicate manner that makes you yelp softly, "you look so pretty when you take it."

A wave of heat pools at the base of your spine, prompting you to tug at his hair. "Jesus Christ- you feel amazing..."

Your fingers slither upwards to pinch your nipple, adding to the slick between your legs. He grunts in annoyance, pushing your hand away and replacing it with his own, ducking his head down to fondle the sensitive area with his tongue. The sounds that leave your mouth have an immediate effect on him, thrusting his hips further into you involuntarily. A high-pitched moan falls from your lips as he meets your rhythm with an intensity that makes you dizzy.

"Such sweet noises you make," he praises in between shaky moans. "Oh, fuck-" is followed by a string of curses in spanish, sounding akin to a growl when you clench around him, leaking onto his shaft. "My perfect girl."

Your hands are never steady, roaming across his clothed back, chest and scalp. His on the other hand, hold onto you like his life depended on it— the fervor of it all, the way you call his name as you bear down on his cock and engulf him in your arms is borderline intoxicating. He lays his forehead on your shoulder, overwhelmed by just how good everything feels.

And that awakes something in you. Javier is not the quiet, laid-back kind of lover. Though he does let you take the lead from time to time, he's never surrendered himself to you like he is right now; panting and whimpering beneath you, murmuring adorations against your skin. And it's so hot for some unknown reason. It makes your pussy a dripping mess.

"Javi, look at me," you pull his hair with mild force and he consequently throws his head back, darting his eyes up to meet your stare. The way you keep bouncing on his length makes the dangling cross on your chain hit his chin continuously. None of you actually care. "D'you think I ever do this for him?"

He doesn't answer, but the grip on your waist tightens and his brows knit together. Then, he shakes his head faintly, "No."

Your thighs are starting to feel sore, but you pay no mind to it, still too drunk on the feeling of fullness, the ravishing sensation of his dick stretching you open and hitting all your weak spots effortlessly. "That's right," you pant, pressing your cheek to his temple. "Only you."

He rubs his nose on the side of your face and you can feel the all-too-familiar scratch of his mustache on your flush skin. You breathe him in, his soft hair smelling of sandalwood shampoo. "Only me," he echoes in a gruff, possessive note.

Suddenly, his pace starts picking up and you feel unable to keep up with him, this new sensation nearly making you cry out in euphoria. Javier moves his head enough to press a sweet kiss to your jaw and you glance down at his lips before going back to his lust-blown eyes. His calloused fingers glide to form tight, lazy circles on your bundle of nerves as he keeps steadily working on your cunt; he muffles your moans with a mere brush of lips that leaves you longing for more.

You cup his face in your hands and lean forward to connect your mouths once again. It's slow at first, filled with fluttering emotions that come bubbling up your chest. You melt in his embrace, your bodies melding together as you explore each other. It's deep and passionate but still controlled; filled with a profound earnest that expresses all that cannot be said between you, but that is throughly felt.

The sensation is positively dazzling, making your heartbeat race like you just ran a marathon. The heat gathers on your lower stomach again, starting to build your second crescendo. His cock throbs inside you when your nails scratch his scalp and the kiss becomes sloppier– wetter. But it isn't the only thing that is. Javier smirks against your lips when he can no longer just feel your slick, but rather hear it too. Each time he snaps his hips, the lewd sounds of your pussy drown any other noise around. It eggs him on.

"Mírate," he forces you to look down at where you're connected and the vision is nothing but obscene. The whole scene being a glistening, sticky mess. "I've truly ruined you for anyone else."

You don't retort, your senses beginning to cloud with every single thrust. You desperately cling to his shirt, your knuckles going numb as he keeps his relentless pace. Faster, harder, deeper. He can tell you're close by the way you wrap around him, how you can't hold back your cries and drop your lips next to his ear.

"Javi, I can't..." you stutter as he soothingly runs his fingers through your hair and your vision becomes blurry.

"It's okay, you've been so good," when he speaks, his voice sounds contorted by his own high overpowering him. "Come for me, baby. I've got you."

And that's all it takes for the coil to finally snap. Your body shivers from head to toe and you go completely limp in his embrace. Your whole world is spinning, feeling slightly lightheaded as your orgasm washes over you. Javier fucks you through it, thrown over the edge by your reaction. He feels your teeth sink mildly into the flesh of his neck and all of the sudden everything in his life comes down to this very moment; all he can perceive, all he knows and cares about right now is you.

As pleasure rushes over him, he whimpers, his hips start to falter and a couple of filthy moans scratch the bottom of his throat. You call his name softly, his head falling back as he reaches his high. He comes in warm, thick spurts inside, coating your walls and spilling from your entrance whilst he works his way through his climax. An odd sense of serendipity overcomes the satisfaction that settles within him when his lungs fill with air and his heartbeat stabilizes slowly.

He hears you murmuring sweet nothings to him, feels your warm, velvety lips spreading kisses on every inch of skin that you can reach. He feels shaky, peaceful and weirdly alive. Your image surges again in front of him, making his chest swell; that characteristic guilt beginning to creep into his system. Deep down, he knows he can't keep doing this to you— holding you back, tying you to him. Though it wasn't entirely his fault.

"¿Qué piensas?" you wonder, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. He shakes his head, refusing to answer.

Confused, you attempt to move and give him some space, but he cradles you in his arms, keeping you close. Your feel sticky with sweat and his spend dripping down your inner thighs; yet, strangely safe at the same time, letting his cock grow soft inside you.

"I don't..." he talks gently, not directly to you. "I don't wanna let you go."

There's vulnerability in his words, in the way he holds you. "You don't have to."

That's not what I mean, he wants to say. Instead, Javier leaves a tender kiss on your forehead. Push me away. Please, push me away. But you don’t do as he prays for, to his dismay.

“I guess not,” he mutters. “But it’s getting late and I want to take you home before nightfall.”

You reluctantly roll to your side, wincing from the sense of emptiness that comes with the action. “I suppose it’s for the best. I’m going out for dinner tonight, anyway.”

He playfully cocks an eyebrow at you, “With him?” you nod distractedly, taking a box of tissues from the Jeep’s glovebox. “Shit, I might need to fuck you again. Make sure you’re really satisfied and full of my cum when you’re prancing around him.”

You smile, carefully rearranging your clothes. “Well, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

In the end, no matter how either of you feel or whatever may happen in the near future, one thing is very certain: you won’t stay apart for long.

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[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : FOOTBALL SZN

Football season was officially back, so that meant loud men yelling at the television, food and lots and lots of beers for your husband and your friends.

You were currently in the kitchen prepping the appetizers for everyone when your daughter walks in.

“Momma have you seen my swear jar?” She asks

“Umm yes it’s up here.” You tell her in confusion as you open the bowl cabinet and reach for her jar.

You turn around and face her “Porque lo necesitas? Why do you need it bug?” You ask and hand it to her.

She smiles “Mommy, Nino Urby and uncle Druski say lots of naughty words. I hear daddy say they're gonna watch sports” she shrugs

“I’m getting my jar ready is all” she goes to walk away but stops half way “Gracias” and she continues on her way.

You laugh to yourself and continue with the food.

“What has you smiling to yourself little weirdo” Your husband asks, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“Your daughter”

He hums as he places kisses on your neck “What did that little one do now?”

“She’s a hustler like her daddy, she’s getting her swear jar ready for you boys.”

He pulls back and leans against the sink “Oh she’s smart” he smirks

The doorbell rings so he makes his way towards the living room.

“That’s Nino and Uncle Avatar.” Mía yells and goes to the door

Jack laughs to himself because he knows damn well where, preferably, who she got that nickname from.

“Mia, you don’t open the door without mommy or me.”

She stops “Sorry”

“It’s ok bug, also before I let those losers in, Did your Nina tell you to call uncle Avatar?” He ask’s, knowing the answer already.

She shrugs, “It’s funny. But I won’t call him that if it makes him sad.”

“It’s ok baby” He smiles at her

“Hey fucker, Open the door, beers are getting warm.” Urban yells from the other side of the door

Mia and Jack look at each other “Go get it”

She runs back to the living room while Jack opens the door to let them in.

“Why do you look so smug for ?” Urban asks as he walks in.

Jack smiles wide “You’ll see.”

Then Mia comes running back with her jar and opens it “Empty your pockets Nino.”

“Why?”

“We heard you say a bad word.” She smiles up at her godfather. “You know the rules.”

“Oh you sneaky little girl, you’re good.” He goes to pull out his wallet and hands her a dollar bill.

Mia smiles as they all walk towards the living room.

“So I’ll leave this here.” She places the jar on the coffee table “You pay up when you yell a bad word at the tv.”

“Damn Mia, you have a plan and everything huh?” Clay says as he comes down the stairs

“Yup.” She faces her dad “If I get enough can I buy the new monster high doll?”

Jack nods “Only if you have enough, that was the deal.”

She smiles and goes up to Urban “If you want to say lots of naughty words, it’s ok, I’ll cover my ears.”

They all laugh “Ok princess, I’ll give you our signal.”

Hours has passed and the entire of Private Garden, plus Druski were now all scattered in the living room.

Beers empty, food almost gone, but the rowdy ness, at it’s highest.

“Oh come on that is total bullshit” you hear Jack yell

That’s when Mia gasps “Mommy did you hear that?”

You nod “I totally did bug.” You say as you both walk into the living room.

“For fucks sake, catch the damn ball.” Your husband yells again.

You cough “Jackman.”

He looks your way “Huh, yes baby?”

You point at a smiling Mia “Daddy, you said really bad, naughty words.”

She goes to grab her jar “All of you are naughty, thank you for the money. I get to buy lots and lots of dolls.”

She goes up to Jack “Pay up please.”

Everyone laughs

“She got your ass there Jack.”

“Idiot, that's more money in.”

“I think idiot is considered a bad word, at least for kids.”

“Who came up with this stupid rule anyway?” Jack asks as he places twenty dollars in her jar.

“YOU.” Everyone yells at him.

“Daddy, that's another one.” Mia giggles with her little palm covering her mouth.

Jack groans “Little girl, you’re going to make me go broke.” and places another twenty in her jar.

Mia looks up at you after she sees her jar is overflowing “I love sports night momma.”

You all laugh “Yeah bug, I can tell.”

It’s safe to say the next day Mia made her parents take her to Target in search of her dolls.

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[asarajaa]

"Voy a tatuarme en la piel, tu inicial porque es la mía."

Hi there!

My name is Sarah, you can call me asaraja, sarah or sof. It's up to you <3

I'm latina but I'm currently living in Spain.

I'll try my best to write but please remember English isn't my first language, so I'm so sorry if I make mistakes :(

Fandoms I'll (mainly) write about:

Blue Lock

Tokyo Revengers

Jujutsu Kaisen

Haikyuu

If you want me to write about other fandoms, my request are always open! Just tell me the fandom and I'll tell you if I can or not (It doesn't have to b anime tho, It can b for example TVD, TW, TMR...)

₊˚ෆ Masterlist!

₊˚ෆ Taglist!

₊˚ෆ Sarah's library!

I'll not b writting about:

Incest, AdultxMinor, r@pe, abuse or anything that makes me uncomfortable.

I'll b writting about:

Headcanons, chats (? idk who to call those) and I'll try my best to write fanfics <3

"Pa' acordarme para siempre y recordarlo to'a la vi'a."

© asarajaa — Please, do not copy, repost, translate or reuse my work.

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[trogo-auto-egocratico]

"Amor mío, no te quiero por vos ni por mí ni por los dos juntos, no te quiero porque la sangre me llame a quererte, te quiero porque no sos mía, porque estás del otro lado, ahí donde me invitás a saltar y no puedo dar el salto, porque en lo más profundo de la posesión no estás en mí, no te alcanzo, no paso de tu cuerpo, de tu risa, hay horas en que me atormenta que me ames (cómo te gusta usar el verbo amar, con qué cursilería lo vas dejando caer sobre los platos y las sábanas y los autobuses), me atormenta tu amor que no me sirve de puente porque un puente no se sostiene de un solo lado"

Julio Cortázar.

Rayuela.

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[esuemmanuel]

Quise mucho a una mujer, la quise como si fuese parte mía, así como se quiere beber del agua la vida cuando el calor abochorna y transforma al alma en sequía. La quise, porque ella también me quería. En sus manos yo era todo lo que en sus sueños aparecía, me quería como la luna busca al soñador en una noche de silencios y ausencias que no se olvidan. La quise, la quise mucho, al grado de morir por ella y de entregar mi alma en cada hoja que le escribía, porque fueron decenas de palabras las que me provocó escribirle... y es que la sentía tanto... tanto que callármela no podía. La quise tanto que imaginé que jamás dejaría de quererla, porque era mi luna... mi noche y mi estrella, esa ninfa que me esperaba a la postre de mi puerta cuando visitaba mi casa en ese bosque que creó pensando en nosotros con sus alas de plata.

I loved a woman very much, I loved her as if she were a part of me, just as one wants to drink the water of life when the heat is embarrassing and transforms the soul into a drought. I loved her because she loved me too. In her hands I was everything that appeared in her dreams, she loved me as the moon seeks the dreamer in a night of silences and absences that are not forgotten. I loved her, I loved her very much, to the point of dying for her and of giving my soul in every page I wrote her, because there were dozens of words that provoked me to write her… and I felt her so much… so much that I could not keep it to myself. I loved her so much that I imagined I would never stop loving her, because she was my moon… my night and my star, that nymph that was waiting for me at the end of my door when she visited my house in that forest that she created thinking of us with her silver wings.

#esu emmanuel #el hombre de la soledad #escribiendo en soledad #escritores en tumblr #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #poetas en tumblr #poeticstories #pensamientos #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #2023

[1vidapoeticando]

Sempre amei o céu, tanto de dia, quanto a noite...Aprecio sua beleza e inspiração que ela nos dá...As vezes me sinto como a lua, solitária, porém, fazendo companhia a todos ao meu redor...Já amei tanto uma pessoa que para mim era como se ela fosse o meu universo...Sentia o amor tão grande, que a alegria transbordava a todos ao meu redor...Quando amar alguém, seja o melhor até o último dia...E sempre valorize o amor de cada um por você...Não deixe de demonstrar, e não ignore uma pessoa que te ama...Uma pessoa que prepara para você, textos lindos e fofos, e poesias...Que da o melhor de si todos os dias...Uma pessoa que se preocupa e tem saudades de você...Que te ama incondicionalmente...Neste fim as palavras não são minhas, mas são verdades, nunca ignore, porque talvez um dia você poderá acordar e perceber que perdeu a lua enquanto contava as estrelas...

Siempre me ha encantado el cielo, tanto de día como de noche... Aprecio su belleza y la inspiración que nos da... A veces me siento como la luna, sola, pero haciendo compañía a todos los que me rodean... Ahora amé un persona tanto que para mí era como si fuera mi universo... Sentí el amor tan grande, que la alegría desbordaba a todos los que me rodeaban... Cuando ames a alguien, sé el mejor hasta el último día... Y valora siempre el amor de cada persona por ti... No dejes de demostrarlo, y no ignores a una persona que te ama... Una persona que prepara para ti, bellos y lindos textos, y poemas... Que te da lo mejor de ti cada día... Una persona que te importe y te extrañe... Que te ame incondicionalmente... Al final las palabras no son mías, pero son verdades, nunca las ignores, porque tal vez algún día tú despertarás y te darás cuenta de que perdiste la luna mientras contabas las estrellas...

I have always loved the sky, both day and night...I appreciate its beauty and the inspiration it gives us...Sometimes I feel like the moon, lonely, but keeping company with everyone around me...Now I loved a person so much that for me it was as if they were my universe... I felt the love so great, that joy overflowed to everyone around me... When you love someone, be the best until the last day... And always value each person's love for you... Don't fail to show it, and don't ignore a person who loves you... A person who prepares for you, beautiful and cute texts, and poems... Who gives the best of you every day... A person who cares and misses you... Who loves you unconditionally... In the end, the words are not mine, but they are truths, never ignore them, because maybe one day you will wake up and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars...

Ho sempre amato il cielo, sia di giorno che di notte...apprezzo la sua bellezza e l'ispirazione che ci dà...A volte mi sento come sulla luna, solitario, ma in compagnia di tutti quelli che mi circondano...Ora ho amato un persona così tanto che per me era come se fosse il mio universo... sentivo l'amore così grande, che la gioia traboccava in tutti quelli intorno a me... Quando ami qualcuno, sii il migliore fino all'ultimo giorno... E valorizza sempre l'amore di ogni persona per te... Non mancare di dimostrarlo, e non ignorare una persona che ti ama... Una persona che prepara per te testi e poesie belli e carini... Chi ti regala il meglio di te ogni giorno... Una persona che si prende cura di te e che ti manca... Che ti ama incondizionatamente... Alla fine le parole non sono mie, ma sono verità, non ignorarle mai, perché forse un giorno tu ti sveglierai e realizzerai che hai perso la luna mentre contavi le stelle...

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Amo ❤️

Tão linda essa música 🎶 🥰 💕

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

[sinfonia-relativa]

Hoy me detuve a mirarte, mientras daba un paseo simplemente me detuve. Porque me has dado tanto, desde que pisé este lugar muchas tormentas se disiparon, y a pesar de tu clima loco, día a día veo el arcoíris. Llegué a ti con el alma vuelta trizas, vacía, llena de nada, peleada con todo y con todos, odiando mi vida. Estaba perdida deseando encontrarme, pero cada camino que tomaba resultaba ser un laberinto sin salida, lleno de idas y vueltas, carente de un destino. Para ser sincera no imaginé la historia que tendría contigo, sos tan linda Bogotá, sos magia, ahora sos mía y yo tan tuya. Un amor a primera vista, con altos y bajos, lloré y reí en ti, me quise morir y luego exploté en gratitud por tanto que me diste. Conocí el amor y poco a poco me deshice de mi soledad. Conocí mis sueños verdaderos, esos que no sabía que existían en mi. Hoy para donde vea tienes mil puertas, como siempre abiertas. Tan coqueta tú, con tu barrio antiguo, la vieja Candelaria, de empedrados y faroles, que me abducen a diario del mundo real, vivo mi propio cuento contigo, lo sabes. Aunque nací lejos, mi destino era encontrarte. También nos hemos peleado fuerte, lo sé, hubo etapas oscuras, de amor odio entre tú y yo. Pero aunque a veces me soltaste, muchas otras me abrazaste, me cobijaste como a una hija más, como si fuera realmente tuya. Que lindo amanecer en ti cada día, fuiste mi primer paso hacia a una nueva vida, un paso que di sola, desde cero, y tu me levantaste. Gracias por tanto, nunca me sueltes.

GUERRERA LUNAR

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[ffeelann]

The Arcana as ARGENTINOS

haci como escuCHASTES

ASRA:

Nombre delicado, lo criaron los abuelos.

Usa frases del año del orto.

''Quedar bien con Dios y con el Diablo'' kid.

Como sos MC no putea en frente tuyo. Él un caballerito.

Tiene hormigas en el culo, no podés llevarlo al carnaval porque se te escapa y capaz perdido no está pero NO ESTÁ POR NINGÚN LADO.

Se sabe todos los programas q están al aire y de vez en cuando ve de nuevo novelas como Esperanza Mía o Educando a Nina.

JULIAN:

Se llama Julián.

Vio siete veces Casi Ángeles.

Es insoportable porque le gusta un poco que lo corrijan todo el tiempo.

Portia lo persigue para que lave un plato.

Él era el preferido de la profe de teatro.

Si estudia ciencias, lo hace por aceptación social. Él quería cantar en Broadway.

Sus outfits están chetos porque ofenden a las señoras y a los conservadores. Te amo Julian.

NADIA:

Alma de vieja. Tenía cinco años y ella solita se sentaba a ver el Zorro en la tele.

No soporta Gran Hermano, le causa pensamientos violentos, pero a su familia y a Lucio le gusta así que se fuma el programa.

Es una cheta piola, en primaria capaz que le hacían bullying hasta que un día las hermanas se pararon de manos.

100% segura estoy de que estuvo enamorada de una profe de literatura.

Es una chica 11 posts, 56789 seguidores, 790 seguidos en instagram. Te amo Nadia.

Es la primera en poner casa para ir a merendar con el grupito de whatsapp. Y en las juntadas siempre se porta y lleva a alguien.

Las amigas en el grupo de whatsapp están hasta el moño de Lucio. Lo odian.

LUCIO:

Le dio dengue.

En secundaria era el que siempre tenía quilombo y los ig de confesiones estaban llenos de cagadas que él, DE HECHO, se había mandado en algún momento.

Bostero a morir.

Siempre en el club él, pero no le gusta hacer él el asado porque no le gusta tener olor a humo.

Se enoja por la inflación y es el primero en comprar boludeces que no necesita.

Cuando hablan de política él se sustenta gritando.

Tiene grabado casados con hijos en el cerebro.

MURIEL:

Se crió viendo Hijitus y él es igual(un dulce de leche que vive con su pichicho en una lata)(no es una lata pero poco más y sí).

Todavía toma chocolatada y lo que vos le digas no le va a impedir comprarse su Nesquik.

El momento más sociable de su vida fue cuando ganamos la copa y desde entonces los vecinos no le tienen más miedo.

Vive en un terrenito en las sierras.

Su casa tiene un sólo punto donde hay conexión a internet.

Todo animal q encuentra automáticamente tiene casa. Sea una serpiente, un sapo o un elefante. Él lo alimenta como si fuese un perrito q encontró.

Nunca fue a votar porque nunca le renovaron el DNI así que legalmente él no figura en ningún lado. No existe.

PORTIA:

Mochilera.

Ella es la de los reels bonitos de lugares chetos de Argentina.

Adora profundamente las cataratas del Iguazú.

Los emprendimientos de cositas veganas y sustentables la aman profundamente porque ella existe por y para las ferias.

Ella quiere comprarse su barquito así que es influencer de viaje sólo por eso.

Julian tiene el chat explotado de fotos porque ella le manda 1000000 cosas.

Es fan de la Locomotora y de Paula Paretto.

Ella seguramente se llamaría Paula.

#the arcana #writeblr #portia devorak #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana mc #count lucio #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #asra the arcana #asra the magician #julian devorak #nadia #muriel the arcana #fan apprentice #headcanon #my headcanons #argentina campeon del mundo #argentina

[thesunisatangerine]

seeing as against all odds is about to end, and although i may have already picked which one ill be working on next, i want to see which one would you guys rather read first? im really curious

all will most likely be multi-chapter and one of them has the potential to be as long as against all odds (or even longer) unless you guys would like them to be condensed in a one shot of course. just a reminder that my inbox is indeed open so yeah, stoked to hear about what you guys think 🧡

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #alexia putellas fic #some of the stories thats been marinating in my notes and head since releasing against all odds #i only have key scenes (and the titles ofc) so far so still no strong outlines for each of them atm #so either way it will take a while to be released #poll #mine

[nouvellelune97]

Ya hice lo que tenia que hacer.

Abrí la puerta y me fuí.

Te deje una letras de despedida.

Fuí dulce contigo como una buena amiga lo haría.

Pero esta despedida es peor de lo que suponía.

Me dijiste que estarías allí si cambiaba de opinión.

Pero, ¿Debo cambiar de opinión?

Ya hice demasiado por quedarme cuando había tan poco.

Fuiste lento para responder hasta que supiste que me iba.

Te fue más urgente esto que cualquier otra cosa.

No quiero creer eso, quiero creer que fue casualidad.

Pero caemos en esa gran verdad.

No nos damos cuenta de lo que tenemos hasta que lo perdemos.

Hubiera preferido que no respondieras.

Aun así parecías tranquilo, ni siquiera preguntaste por qué. Mejor así.

No sentías nada y así es mejor. Los que sienten pierden.

Y acá la que está amargada soy yo, la que siente soy yo y la que sufre soy yo.

Me hice creer en un amor, me hice fantasear, me hice divagar. Porque no fue tu culpa, toda fue mía.

Ahora vuelvo al camino de Salida, esperando a que mi verdadera de oportunidad de amar y ser amada aparezca. Porque esta historia se terminó y para siempre.

Ahora ya no sos presente, sos pasado y una anécdota quizá si logro mirar atrás y sonreír en el futuro.

Pero sé lo que valgo, y mi tiempo y alegría, mi escucha y predisposición no son moneda corriente. Quiero lo mismo que doy, porque antes no lo pedía, ni lo exigía. Ahora quiero eso, o nada.

Ahora tengo miedo, porque no sé cuánto durará este dolor. Cuanto tiempo estaré así?

Habré hecho bien en irme? No lo sé.

Pero tampoco era feliz estando allí, sintiéndome como una chica sentada en un café, esperando, mordiéndose los labios, ansiando una llegada que nunca ocurrió, una atención que nunca se concreto.

Ojalá no te hubiera conocido. Mis problemas serían otros, pero ya es tarde para arrepentirse.

Ojalá que me extrañes algo, ojalá pudiera saberlo. Pero no lo sé y no lo sabré nunca, porque nunca te miré ni te sentí realmente. Solo esa maldita muralla entre nosotros.

Ahora esa muralla se cerró sobre ti, yo me he liberado. Lastimada, angustiada, reprimiendo las ganas de llorar por alguien a quien realmente no conocí nunca. Espero poder superarlo.

Pero sabía que tenía que hacer esto. Ya no más esperas, ya no más suposición, ya no más ansiedad, ya no queda nada. Solo yo y como debe ser.

Quizá algún día encuentra a alguien que tenga ganas de perder el tiempo conmigo

#frases #sentimientos #letras #pensamientos #notas del corazón #textos #amor #amor propio #escritos #notas tristes #amor no correspondido #nostalgia #notas #mis notas #notas de dolor #amor y dolor #dolor del alma #dolor #angustia #desamor #desahogo #descargo #dejar ir #cosas que escribo #cosas de la vida #cosas que pienso #notas de amor #Spotify

[yanderefantasies3]

Yandere! Singer x Reader

:3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3

Most people enjoy romance. Sometimes it is nice to put on music to fantasize about having a romantic partner that adores you. And in the Spanish-speaking world, there is no music better for this purpose than sweet-sounding bachata.

No musician dominates the genre now than 32 year old singer Lucas Lizardi

He considers himself a devotee of Love. Loving love through all its forms wether familial, platonic, or romantic.

However romantic love for him was elusive, hard to pin down.

He would dream at night about mesmerizing eyes that gaze upon him with love and care. He would fantasize about hands that grasp his with tenderness.

He would always wake up feeling empty, grasping for someone?

But since he met you, nothing was the same.

Every time you enter a room, his gaze immediately falls onto you.

Whenever he is photographed by the paparazzi, if he is looking at you, he is always seen smiling.

He always calls you “¡Tesoro mío!” (My tresure) and “Mi vida” (my life)

He is currently debating getting a small tattoo of your name

He enjoys your kisses but much prefers your hugs

Likewise, he enjoys sex with you, but prefers cuddling naked

In interviews if asked his ideal type, he would just say your name or if your relationship is secret, he would just describe you.

Lyrics he wrote about you include: 1“quiero ser un pez para tocar mi nariz en tu pecera…” and 2 “Si tú te casas, el día de tu boda le digo a tu esposo con risas ‘que solo es prestada la mujer que ama porque sigue siendo mía…”

He has a large female fan base who is invested in his relationship with you

He has a large fan base and he is not afraid to use it

He often makes his fans send hate to people who insult you on the internet while making himself look like the good guy

Don’t even talk about your own money. He pays for trips to foreign countries, high end restaurants, expensive clothes.

He likes seeing the look of happiness on your face whenever he gives you a gift

This is man is so Mia by Romeo Santos coded

You are the pinnacle of romance for him

This is it

He can’t do better than you

You are it for him

You will accept his love, won’t you?

:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3

Songs used:

- Burbujas de amor by Juan Luis Guerra

- Mia by Romeo Santos

Playlist inspired by Lucas Lizardi

- inmortal by Aventura

- Devórame otra vez by Lalo Rodríguez

- Mia by Romeo Santos

-Burbujas de amor by Juan Luis Guerra

- obsesión by Romeo Santos

Translations

-1 I want to be a fish so I can blow bubbles of love in your fishtank

-2 If you get married one day, I will tell your husband while laughing that the woman he loves is barrowed because she is still mine

Photo by Natalia on Pinterest

#yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere male x reader #yandere singer x reader

[90files]

24 ❤️ ♾️, hasta hacernos pasita. te amo @mi-rayitodesol .

te quiero escribir esta hermosa carta, para recordarte que hoy es 24, nuestro número favorito. ese que nos trae miles de recuerdos, pero quiero llevarte al primer día en que te he conocido. comenzamos a hablarnos a través de un twt que había escrito yo, qué luego cinco segundos después comenzó la amistad más hermosa del universo entero. no me olvido de cada detalle qué he tenido contigo ese primer día. te había invitado a la playa lo recuerdas? fue la segunda semana, de que nos habíamos echo bff, ( mj amigos. ) nos habíamos tomado una foto, cerca de la playa. abrazados, ese día igual no era agradable el clima porque hacía frío, pero igual nos mandamos juntos a ese lugar bonito, fue cuándo te había contado lo que había vivido en mi anterior relación. ( no viene al caso recordarla.) en fin en que estaba? ah sí la foto en la playa, fue la primera qué nos tomamos siendo mejores amigos, es la que siempre adore tenerla contigo, y aún la conservo. ( luego lo verás en el collage que realize.) así cómo ello también tengo miles de fotos, de cada día que lo hemos pasado juntos.luego, de varios meses de una hermosa amistad tornada entre los dos, decidimos dar el segundo paso a lo que viene luego de la amistad. el primer beso, lo recuerdo cómo si hubiera sido hace cinco minutos, estábamos en casa, habíamos terminado de cenar juntos, luego los dos entre cosquillas y cosquillas que nos estábamos dando él uno hacia el otro, tropezamos juntos al suelo, no me olvido de esa secuencia fue la más maravillosa que pude haber tenido, y en cuanto a ello le doy gracias a qué llegó nuestro primer beso de muchos qué hasta el día de hoy, nos damos. ese momento cuándo ocurrió lo de nuestro primer beso sentí miles de revoluciones en mi estómago y ha sido la sensación más hermosa, el de poder haberte declarado mi amor, ese amor tan grande y tan sincero que nos tenemos doy gracias al destino porqué te cruzaste en mi camino. y de poder decir que hoy estoy con la mujer que siempre he querido, con la mujer que me enseña que cada día que pasa hay que vivirla con una sonrisa, siendo fuertes a todas las adversidades. te doy gracias también porque me enseñas a ser yo, a no tener que ocultar mis sentimientos hacia ti, a demostrarte que cada segundo de mi vida, la quiero pasar a tu lado. sos lo más preciado para mí cariño y te lo digo con una manita en el corazón, sos el amor de mi vida, y de miles más no me imagino sin ti, tú me ayudas, me apoyas, me abrazas cuando estoy triste, me cuidas cuándo me enfermo, o simplemente me empujas a ser mejor día tras día. simplemente quiero decirte en esta foto/carta que estoy muy feliz y enamorado de ti sabes? que siempre voy a estar a tu lado para todo lo que necesites, apoyarte en tus sueños y todas las metas que quieras realizar. también decirte que estoy muy orgulloso de lo maravillosa que eres cómo persona, cómo amiga, y cómo mi futura esposa ❤️😍. feliz mes mi cielo, te amo más que a nada en este mundo, eres mi hermosa realidad, mi presenté y mi futuro te amo incondicionalmente.

pd: gracias por dejarme vivir a tu lado, día tras día y no soltar de mi mano, porque la mía te agarra cada día con más fuerza. ❤️ te amo te amo infinitamente.

#i love you #love #my girl #♥ #te amo #Spotify