#tattoos pequeños

[box-milk]

Just watch

Pairing ~ Alexia Putellas x reader, Jenni Hermoso x reader

Genre ~ smut

Warnings~ daddy! Jenni, switch! Alexia, sub! Reader, strap on, voyeurism, squirting, fingering,Google translate spanish,my terrible writing.

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Decided to dip my toe in the football World. Just humour me.

Jenni smirked lightly, feet crossed as she sat against the head of the bed nursing a glass of whisky. Alexia, wearing a permanent frown, is not a fan of her girlfriend's scrutinizing gaze. The blonde captain sat completely naked on a wooden chair stripped of her bearings.

Jenni chuckled, leaving the glass on the bedside table before slowly stocking over to her bond girlfriend. A tattooed arm moves slowly along the braça captain's body before stopping just above where she needed it most.

"Now see if you weren't such a little brat, we could be having so much fun right now." Jenni slowly rubs her fingers through alexia's folds long enough for it to feel like it wasn't there, then bringing the digits passed her lips moaning at the taste. "On second thought-".

The brunette drops in front of her girlfriend, spreading her legs as far as they could go with them bond before her talented tongue is moving at an agonising peace between the blonde Spaniard's folds.

Jenni savoured the taste of alexia's arousel all the while she never broke eye contact with her lovers glazed over eyes. Alexia threw her head back when jenni flatten her tongue against her clit then started making slow figure eight circles around the bud.

A wet appendage almost enters alexia's hole but is interrupted by a small gasp at the bedroom door. Jenni immediately stopped all motion and turned her attention to the intruder.

Smirking the tall brunette fixed herself comfortably on the floor in front of the flustered blond while staring at her other girlfriend, who kinda resembled fish outta water right then.

They all have been together for three years, yet the youngest of them can never avoid her shy demeanour when things got a bit explicit.

Jenni got up and stood in front of her second girlfriend resting both palms on her cheeks, bringing the girls frazzled eyes to meet her calm greens, which also held a bit of mischievousness. "You with me Princesa?"

"Si". It's soft, but with the proximity jenni heard it and hummed. The younger girls eyes fall to her bound girlfriend in confusion before they returned to the Spain striker's who sighed playfully before moving behind her girlfriend, holding her chin to keep her eyes on the tided up captain while the other hung over her shoulder gripping one of her breast through the bottom up.

"Well Princesa, Capi here thought it was funny to tease me all day and we both know Daddy doesn't like that, does she?

You shake your head as best as you can with her strong grip on your chin. "Words conejita. You don't wanna piss me off too do you pequeño?"

You frantically shake your head before verbally answering the brunette Spaniard. "See ale, this is how you behave." The brunette smirks while glaring at the blonde Spaniard who returned the heated glare.

"Strip for Daddy bebe." You fumbled with your buttons for a few minutes before jenni got impatient and ripped the shirt opened, then completely ripping it in half off your back. You let out a surprise gasp while alexia gave her an unimpressed look cause she would have bought it for you.

Jenni shrugged before licking from the base of your neck to your ear. "These pants too conejita."

You rid of everything until you're bare under your girlfriends' gaze before the insecurity could hit you. jenni has you kneeling in front of alexia. "Eat"

That's all you need to dive into her. Your tongue flattened and slowly dragged between alexia's folds, the taste of her alone has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and despite her pleasure alexia wants nothing more but to be free and have them rolling for a different reason.

Mesmerised with you between her thighs, alexia didn't realise her wrists were free until jenni has your face buried further into her cunt by her hand behind your head and the other hold your waist to ease her strap into your hole.

Jenni began thrusting into you, causing your nose to brush against alexia's clit, the blonde to moved her hands to aim for your head to bring you closer but jenni intercepted the movement by pinning both hands to her pelvic. "Keep your fucking hands to yourself putellas."

The growl in jenni's voice causes you to moan, and alexia's hip is moving off the chair at the vibrations. Jenni increased her pace, causing the chair to rattle under the intense movements.

The brunette took pride in the sloshing noise coming from both her girlfriend's dripping cunts and the sound of their pornographic moans, she let go of alexia's hands to give attention to her clit and before she knows it her legs pulsating and y/n is drinking each liter of her orgasm.

The blonde pants heavily with her head leaning on the back of the chair, trying to bring herself to the ground again.

"If the team could just see their pathetic captain now." Jenni chuckles before removing you completely from alexia, then resting you gently on the bed. Both of you whining at the loss of contact.

Jenni got into bed leaning against the headboard before bringing your body to ease you on her strap again. Your back arching to accommodate the stretch. "Don't move bebe let daddy do the work."

"And you." Green eyes meet Hazel. "You'll just watch."

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An: I'm sorry for the cliffhanger 😭😭

Part 2 will be out soon I swear by it

#woso imagine #woso x reader #jenni hermoso #alexia putellas x reader #jenni hermoso x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas #alexia putellas smut #jenni hermoso smut

[pines-ghosts]

Pls necesito saber tus headcanons de NU. Aunque sean solo datos random xD

ESPAÑOL | ENGLISH (I made it with a translator bc… laziness…. Apologies if there’s something that sounds weird haha )

Timmy 🪄:

- Tiene un diario personal y utiliza muchos post-it | - He has a personal diary and uses a lot of post-it notes

- es muy sociable | He's very sociable

- utiliza ropa street wear / skater | Wear street wear / skater clothes

- muy bueno en juegos de estrategia y memorice 🧩 | Very good at strategy and memory games 🧩

- escucha música pop-rock/punk pero se pone a llorar con las de One direction | He listens to pop-rock/punk music but starts crying with One Direction

- va a TODOS los partidos de béisbol de Chester | - he goes to ALL Chester's baseball games

- sólo le gusta el café helado | - he only likes iced coffee

- los diseños de los tatuajes que tiene ,los realizó de manera inconsciente | - the designs of the tattoos he has , were made unconsciously

- le encanta trabajar en el café con Chester | - He loves working in the cafe with Chester

- cuando sus ex compañeros van al café se sorprenden ya que, Timmy creció y se puso guapo 😌 | When his former classmates go to the coffee shop they are surprised since, Timmy grew up and got handsome 😌

- siempre se le pierden los audífonos y ha cambiado como 3 veces la pantalla de su celular | He always loses his headphones and he has changed his cell phone screen about 3 times

- no tiene contacto con sus padres | He doesn't have contact with his parents

- siempre recibe números de teléfono de los clientes cuando va retirar las tazas de las mesas del café | He always receives phone numbers from customers when he is going to pick up the cups from the coffee tables

- se hace la manicura con Verónica | he does his manicure with Veronica

Jimmy⚛️ :

- ropa semi formal / retro

- está en la universidad y trabaja en el área de seguridad en Retroville ( a veces) | He's at the university and works in the security area in Retroville (sometimes)

- estudia robótica y algo de neurología | Study robotics and some neurology

- tiene 2 piercings y no planea hacerse más | - he has 2 piercings and doesn't plan to do any more

- no le gustan los tatuajes | doesn’t like tattoos

- es compañero de clases con Cindy (my beloved ❣️) | He's Cindy’s classmate. (my beloved ❣️

- le gustan las manzanas verdes no las rojas | He likes green apples, not red ones

- no cree en el horóscopo , pero cuando pequeño buscó la compatibilidad de su signo con el de Timmy | He doesn't believe in the horoscope, but when he was little he looked for the compatibility of his sign with Timmy's

- nunca lo va a aceptar pero 1 vez jugó en una página de juegos online a la calculadora del amor con su nombre y el de Timmy (😂) | He's never going to accept it but 1 time he played the love calculator on an online games page with his name and Timmy's (😂)

- ve videos de misterio en YoutUbe y trata de resolverlos | Watch mystery videos on YoutUbe and try to solve them

- le pide a Cindy consejos amorosos | He asks Cindy for loving advice

- es re celoso (está wea es canon jajaja ) | He's a jealous boy ( this shit is canon hahaha)

- debido a que maneja piezas pesadas todos los días, tiene buen un tono muscular | Because he handles heavy parts every day, he has a good muscle tone

- una vez intentó entrar en el club de atletismo…sólo duró un día , no le gusta sudar | Once he tried to enter the athletics club... it only lasted one day, he doesn't like to sweat

- todavía tiene a Goddard 💕 | He still has Goddard 💕

- va a las Comic-con | He goes to the Comic-con

Danny 👻:

- ropa punk / goth (aesthetic)/ street wear

- aunque no logró estudiar astronomía, tiene como profesión maestro de ciencias | Although he didn't manage to study astronomy, he has a science teacher as a profession

- siempre se inscribe en cursos de astronomía 🪐 | He always enrolls in astronomy courses 🪐

- realiza cursos de astronomía y ciencia para niños junto a Tucker (presenciales y on-line ) | He does astronomy and science classes for children with Tucker

- tiene una tienda de ropa junto a Sam | He has a clothing store with Sam

- siempre está pendiente de Timmy | He's always looking out for Timmy

- Jazz le recomendó no seguir trabajando con sus padres ( lo estresan mucho) , por lo que los ayuda cuando lo necesiten | Jazz recommended him not to continue working with his parents (they stress him a lot), so he helps them when they need it

- cinéfilo | movie enthusiast

- Ama la ciencia ficción | loves sci- fi

- cuando salió el anuncio de Avatar (el camino del agua) lloró | When the announcement of Avatar (the way of the water) came out, he cried

- Ve Tierra de osos y se pone a llorar por que Koda le recuerda a Timmy de pequeño | He sees Brother Bear and starts crying because Koda reminds him of Timmy as a child |

- fuma | smokes

- cuando está muy estresado en vez de fumar, come maní | When he's very stressed instead of smoking, he eats peanuts

- cuando se aburre va a asustar a quienes están jugando con la ouija | When he gets bored he's going to scare those who are playing with the ouija

- tiene 3 gatos y dos perros ( además de Cujo) | He has 3 cats and two dogs (besides Cujo)

Bob 🫧

- estilo preppy / sporty

- les hace el almuerzo a los demás | He makes lunch for the others

- saca a pasear ,junto a Timmy , a : Gary, las mascotas de Danny y Goddard | Go with Timmy for a walk along with : Gary, Danny’s pets and Goddard

- le gusta hacer “diamond painting” (lo vio en TikTok) | He likes to do "diamond painting" (he saw it on TikTok)

- le gusta salir de compras con Timmy | He likes to go shopping with Timmy

- Cuando tiene tiempo libre, le escribe cartas a los chicos | When he has free time, he writes letters to the boys.

- le gusta tomar jugo de frutas y la piña colada | He likes to drink fruit juice and piña colada

- va junto a Jimmy a las Comic-Con para ver a Sireno man y Chico percebe | He goes with Jimmy to the Comic-Con to see Mermaid man and Barnacle boy

- juega Candy Crush | plays candy crush

- tiene un tatuaje en la espalda | He has a tattoo on his back

- Le encanta ir a los conciertos de Arenita | He loves to go to Sandy's concerts

- le enseña karate a niños pequeños | He teaches karate to young children

- Todavía no tiene licencia de conducir | He still doesn't have a driver's license

- le gusta armar legos | He likes to build legos

- cuando va a ver a los demás , le gusta comprar libros en los diferentes universos | When he goes to see others, he likes to buy books in the different universes

- Se hace la manicura junto a Timmy | He does his manicure with Timmy.

- siempre le esconde dulces a los chicos en sus chaquetas o bolsas | He always puts candy for the boys in their jackets or bags

- le prohibieron la entrada al acuario de Dimmsdale porque quería salvar a un pulpo y un delfín, metiéndose dentro de los estanques. | He was banned from entering the Dimmsdale aquarium because he wanted to save an octopus and a dolphin, getting into the ponds.

#nicktoons unite #timmy turner #jimmy neutron #danny phantom #spongebob #headcanons #headcanon #ask

[divinegrey]

𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜'𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 / 𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚗𝚊 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

yeah idk what happened here LMAO just have it

prompt: On an assigned mission from Brimstone, you and Reyna are sent to scout the party. You just want to complete the objective and go home. Reyna has... other ideas.

words: 1769

warnings: sexual themes, reyna being reyna (which is to say, flirty as hell), drinking

This is certainly out of your comfort zone. 

You clear your throat, leaning against a wall as you survey the party in front of you. On the basis that you’re fluent in plenty of languages, Brimstone chose you to come to this… gathering. You’re not exactly happy about it, considering these kinds of things aren’t your scene in the first place, but whatever Brimstone says is final. 

“Seen anything interesting yet, pequeño?” 

There’s the other part of your problem. Brimstone made Reyna go with you. 

“No,” you reply, your voice drifting to the earpiece plugged in. Adjusting the velvet of your blazer, you glance over to where Reyna is sitting. By herself, on a plush red sofa, overlooking the dance floor as heavy Latin music fills the space. “People are getting drunk. That’s about it.” 

“You must not be looking hard enough, then. Don’t you feel how alive this party is? How everyone is dancing? The way their souls smell so good~” 

“Can you focus, please?” You say, feeling a little uncomfortable at the way Reyna all but groans on the couch, followed by some sharp laughter. There are dozens of people here, chatting and talking and dancing to the music, but it feels like you and Reyna are the only two people in the room, the way her piercing radiant stare never leaves yours. 

The way she holds herself is a mark of how powerful she is. The people gathered know that too, knowing well enough to stay away from her. Power is something Reyna holds at her fingertips, something that cascades along the dark ink of her shoulder in an ombre of dark to pink, then back to dark again. 

You bring your drink to your mouth, finding respite in the ice and in the burn of the alcohol going down your throat. 

You don’t have any problems with Reyna, per se. She has problems with you, given the fact that you’re just a plain old human compared to her Radiant gloriousness. More or less, though, she likes to hold it over your head. It’s infuriating, and you wish— you just fucking wish you could walk over and knock her down a peg. 

“If I have something on my face, you could at least tell me,” Reyna says, her voice cutting through your thoughts. You exhale, pulling your eyes away and going back to your drink and surveying the atmosphere. “Oh, don’t be coy. It’s okay, you can admit it. I’m beautiful, I know.” 

“You’re full of yourself,” you bite back. 

A chuckle. You watch Reyna raise her brow, leaning back on the sofa and spreading her bare arm out. The gold cuffs around her wrists sparkle, and you watch as pink light slides up her arm, through the dark lines of her tattoo, and to her chest, where light flares underneath the rich purple fabric. 

“Oh, am I now?” Reyna cocks her head to the side. “Come here.” 

“No.” 

Her eyes grow brighter. “I won’t ask again, pequeño. Come. Here.” 

Fucking hell. You hate this. 

You hate that you’re pushing yourself off the wall, you hate that you’re walking over to her. The music beats harder, filling your veins with something heady that you can only blame on the alcohol you’ve been drinking all night to avoid having to think about the stupid mission you’re supposedly here for. Reyna’s maroon-painted lips quirk up as you approach her. You hate how she looks so fucking smug when you stand at the foot of the sofa she sits upon. 

“Do I have to tell you to do everything? Sit down.” 

You sit down. A respectable distance from her, but you feel her finger dip into the collar of your blazer. 

“Why so far, pequeño?” Reyna whispers, the pink ends of her hair sliding over her shoulders with her head twisting to look at you. 

In response, you say, “No me llames así. Are you allergic to using my name?”

She laughs. “No, but it’s fun seeing your face get red. So easy to anger, are you?” 

“We’re here for a reason.” 

“A shitty one. C’mon, do you think we’re actually going to learn anything at this party? Brimstone hooked onto Cypher’s lead too early. Now we’re both here, and you’re having a piss-poor time when you should be dancing,” Reyna says. She leans over, puts her hand on your thigh, and (damn her Radiant strength) pulls you closer to her. She crosses her leg over the other, locking in your leg with her calf. 

“This doesn’t feel like dancing,” you whisper, keeping your eyes straight ahead. You clutch your drink tightly. 

“I didn’t say you had to be dancing right now,” Reyna says, her voice on the shell of your ear. You shut your eyes, willing yourself to keep your hands still (instead of the alternative, which is strangling her). “You can dance later. At least keep me company, cariño.” 

Reyna and her stupid, stupid nicknames. 

“There are a dozen people at this party who would love to keep you company,” you remark, not noticing Reyna pulling out your ear comms until there’s the faint pop of the seal breaking. You say nothing about it. “Don’t you see them frothing all over you?” 

“They’re boring,” Reyna replies, throwing the earpiece onto your lap, into your hand. It’s followed shortly thereafter by hers, and you hear the faintest sound of someone talking to you both through it. Brimstone, maybe. Or Cypher. Either way, you don’t care. Not one bit. You curl your fingers over them. They’re not needed. 

“Boring? And I’m not? I’m just a mortal to you. A human,” you say, keenly aware of how close your faces are to each other. She smells like the expensive brand of whiskey, the stuff you could only ever buy one glass of before your wallet hurts.

Her hand rests on your chest, then moves down, pulling the button on your blazer to open it. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head— you didn’t wear much underneath the blazer due to the temperature, but Reyna doesn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about it. Her palm burns on your stomach. 

“Don’t you know?” Reyna tilts her head to the side, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling up at the sensation of her breath. “You’re the only one who can keep up with me, cariño.”

“Am I?” The question comes out breathless. The tension is electric, racing down a livewire between the two of you, so much so to the point where you think if you don’t look away, you’re going to combust. 

You turn your head, bringing your drink to your lips. The cold liquid is a balm to how fucking hot you feel everywhere. This isn’t even close to what you were expecting to happen. You feel like you should hate yourself because Reyna has always not liked you, and yet, here she is, curled over you like a predator on top of her prey. 

“Reyna…” you whisper, fingers gripping the glass cup. The condensation runs down your wrist, dipping under the sleeve of your blazer. 

“Quiet, cariño,” Reyna says. “Looking downright sinful in this jacket.” 

“People are looking,” you say, doing your best to keep from squirming under the attention. 

“Don’t care.” Reyna’s curt reply shoots up your spine like ice. “What was poor Brimstone thinking, sending you with me when you look like this?” 

“What happened to glaring daggers at my head every time I showed up anywhere?” You ask softly, recounting all the times Reyna would turn her nose up at you. You know you’re not Radiant, but you’re still a valuable agent regardless. Reyna just… made you feel less so.

“Do you know how difficult it is to be near someone who always smells so good? Whose soul I want a taste of so, so bad, cariño?” 

The words are like a spark to a fuse. 

You turn your head, abandoning all thoughts of everything else around you. The only thing that becomes important is the feeling of Reyna’s lips on yours, and god, she’s devouring you whole. Easily, she dominates you, controlling the pace of the kiss with just a hand on your stomach, her nails scraping red lines into your skin. You clench your hand around the ear devices, opening your mouth when Reyna’s tongue slides across your lips. 

You give in, and it feels too good to be true. 

The bass from the music pounds in the back of your mind, almost in time with the quick beating of your heart. Reyna is everywhere, infiltrating every pore of your skin with that rich smell coming off her tan skin. She’s a duelist in every sense of the word; when you push, she pushes right back with more force, keeping you pinned to the sofa. So, you simply surrender and sink into the material, letting Reyna devour you in a different sense than she normally would. 

You hope. 

Reyna pulls your head back, her teeth scraping against your neck. You open your eyes, inhaling harshly, realizing just how many people are glancing over at you right now, watching this brazen display of heated passion. Reyna has that natural ability of drawing eyes toward her. No matter the situation or context.

“Reyna—” You exhale forcefully. “Lots of people. Don’t like it.” 

Her trump card lies in the fact that Reyna is terrifying. 

Reyna growls, pulling her head from your neck to scan the room. Like a wave, people turn away, fear trickling out into the room like a heavy blanket. Suddenly, everyone goes from being interested to giving you a ten-foot radius. You can’t help but be a little thankful for it, but then Reyna goes back to sucking your neck, and now you’re simply ascending through the clouds. 

“I’ve got half a mind to call this mission quits,” Reyna says into your ear, brushing back some of your hair to tug on your earlobe with her teeth. “What Brimstone doesn’t see, he doesn’t need to know.” 

“Wanna go somewhere quieter?” You say. She gives you a sharp grin and releases you from your prison. 

“No, cariño, we’re going to go dance, and then I’m taking you back to the HQ to fuck you until the sun rises,” Reyna says, every word a drawl from her mouth. It’s accented by some laughter, very classic coming from her, and you’re sure your entire body might as well just burst into flames. She stands up, and now you’re looking up at her. 

You take her hand, because who are you to say no?

~~~~~ A/N: listened to pa' mala yo by natti natasha for most of this. it was good as hell

#reyna x reader #valorant reyna x reader #reyna #reyna valorant #valorant imagines #valorant fanfiction #valorant x reader #valorant

[the1ongcon]

despite the much anticipated arrival of spring, ahri is quite certain that the weather is not yet warm enough to lounge around without a shirt on. would she ever openly complain about his fashion choices ? of course not ( it would be ridiculous, for her own attire has been purposely sewn out of feather - light fabric ) . and thus here she is, comfortably sprawled atop him like a capricious house cat, bathing in the timid rays of the afternoon sun whilst she idly hums a dulcet tune to herself ; their picnic is not yet officially over, the brazenly colored blanket is still covered in half - forgotten snacks and lonely bottles and it will be only a matter of time before the woodland's curious critters come to claim what remains.

and mayhap, she could have indeed fallen asleep like that [ ... ] if only her mind had not journeyed back to an old conversation involving bites and tattoos. now she moves, slowly but with intent, allowing her gaze to trail a path towards his exposed skin in order to find an empty spot ⸺ a spot that she can claim for herself. the vulpine hopes that he will not be too mad about it, because her sharp teeth are already sinking in the soft flesh of his bare torso and gifting him with quite an evident crimson mark. ♡

slumber  came  easily  to  the  young  lycan,  able  to  close  his  eyes  and  find  some  sort  of  SEMBLANCE  of  comfort  no  matter  what  position  he  was  in.  there  had  been  a  point  where,  for  some,  it  was  a  cause  for  mild  concern  in  the  past,  body  contorted  in  such  a  way  that  it  truly  couldn't  be  comfortable  for  anyone.  thus,  to  be  simply  on  his  back  with  ahri  resting  upon  him,  connor  couldn't  think  of  a  better  position  for  a  quick  nap.

fingers  idly  ran  over  the  vulpe's  spine,  simply  basking  in  the  WARMTH  of  her  body  pressed  against  his.  wolves  ran  hot,  their  body  temperature  far  higher  than  that  of  mere  humans,  which  allowed  him  to  find  solace  in  the  crispness  of  the  air,  bare  torso  exposed  to  the  elements.  head  turned  towards  her,  lips  resting  against  her  hair  as  he  drew  in  the  scent  of  her  with  every  breath,  lulling  him  deeper  and  deeper  into  sleep. 

so  deep  did  he  fall  into  his  own  mind  that  he  barely  noticed  her  shift,  the  absence  of  her  warmth  too  little  too  late  of  an  alarm.  for  her  fangs  sunk  deep  into  his  torso,  causing  a  LOW  GROAN  from  the  wolf.  nose  scrunched  in  annoyance  as  dark  eyes  opened,  pupils  blown  wide  at  the  sharp  sting  of  her  teeth,  ❝  what  the  fuck  —  ❞  attention  shifted  down  towards  the  source,  unable  to  stop  the  way  his  hand  found  her  scalp,  gripping  her  hair  and  tugging  her  head  back. 

he  couldn't  even  stay  mad,  the  pride  on  her  face  causing  a  grin  of  his  own  to  pull  at  his  lips,  ❝  you  hungry  for  somethin',  pequeño?  ❞  his  free  hand  lifted,  keeping  the  other's  grip  true  as  he  shoved  two  fingers  into  her  mouth,  pulling  her  jaw  down  and  open as  he  peered  down  towards  the  very  DISTINCT  red  mark  she  left  behind.

a  short  sequence  of  beats  passed  before  he  realized  what  she'd  done,  his  grin  pulling  wider  as  he  pulled  his  fingers  from  her  mouth  to  grip  her  jaw  instead,  ❝  finally  stakin'  your  claim.  good  girl.  ❞

#° 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ; ♡ ahri. #° 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 ; ✞ supernatural. #vulpesse #i dont know WHERE THIS CAME FROM #BYE #ILL SEE MYSELF OUT

[esuemmanuel]

Plegaria de Amor.

"Hacerte el amor es un acto de la más devota fe".

Mi dulzura divina, llevas en la piel el brillo de los arcángeles. Son tus ojos el arrebato del cielo y tus labios la cama de los querubines. Llevas en la espalda las alas de las nubes más blancas, sus plumas están hechas de pequeños hilos de luz del Sol. Eres brillo redentor.

Yo sé que no eres mía, que sólo estoy soñando… Pero, ¡qué quieres vida mía, si estoy de ti enamorado!

Yo como de tu aire… Respiro si te acercas… Yo bebo de tus pasos como la tierra del agua que la alimenta. Yo quiero sucederte cada día, hacer del Sol la luz que te guía… Yo quiero regalarte esencias de las más bellas flores y bañarte en las aguas de mis amores. Yo quiero estampar en tu piel los pétalos de mi ternura, quiero hacer de tus poros la tierra que me fecunda. Yo quiero, hermosa mía, tatuarte mis locuras… Quiero que rías conmigo, que te vistas de Mí sin ataduras.

Para la inspiración no hay otra palabra que no sea la del amor… Y tú, ternura de mis anhelos, eres eso… Puro amor. Hasta el mismo amor se arrodilla ante Ti, porque el mismo Dios te está alabando.

Me colmas de agua… Me vuelves un río… Me llenas de aire… Y fluyo contigo. Enciendes en mi pecho el fuego de azules matices que sólo se siente vivo cuando Tú lo bendices. En tus manos llevas la oración justa que hace de mi pecho la cama precisa del fuego sagrado que Soy al Ser en Ti. Estoy amándote mi vida… Estoy amándote mi amor… Estoy dándote mi más tierno sentimiento… El latido de Mi Corazón. Mi algodón de fantasía… Mi ofrenda… Mi rezo… Mi espasmo… Mi calor… Vivo en el embeleso del Paraíso desde que tu boca me besó.

Plea Of Love.

"Making love to you is an act of the most devout faith."

My divine sweetness, you carry in your skin the glow of the archangels. Your eyes are the rapture of heaven and your lips the bed of cherubs. You carry on your back the wings of the whitest clouds, their feathers are made of tiny threads of sunlight. You are redeeming brightness.

I know that you are not mine, that I am only dreaming… But what do you want, my life, if I am in love with you!

I eat your air… I breathe if you come close… I drink from your steps like the earth from the water that nourishes it. I want to succeed you every day, I want to make the Sun the light that guides you… I want to give you essences of the most beautiful flowers and bathe you in the waters of my loves. I want to stamp on your skin the petals of my tenderness, I want to make your pores the earth that fertilizes me. I want, my beautiful one tattoo you with my follies… I want you to laugh with me, I want you to dress yourself with Me without ties.

For inspiration there is no other word than that of love… And you, tenderness of my yearnings, you are that… Pure love. Even love itself kneels before You, because God Himself is praising You.

You fill me with water… You turn me into a river… You fill me with air… And I flow with You. You kindle in my breast the fire of blue shades that only feels alive when You bless it. In your hands you carry the right prayer that makes my breast the precise bed of the sacred fire that I Am to Be in You. I am loving you my life… I am loving you my love… I am giving you my most tender sentiment… The beating of My Heart. My cotton of fantasy… My offering… My prayer… My spasm… My warmth… I live in the rapture of Paradise since your mouth kissed me.

— Esu Emmanuel©

#el hombre de la soledad #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #escribiendo en soledad #escritores en tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetas en tumblr #poets on tumblr #poeticstories #2015 edición 2022

[mcytblrconfessions]

I gave myself a stick and poke tattoo of Bizly pequeño and nobody knows

#confession #cc: bizly

[gibranhc]

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[anomalisticofferings]

Las pares, que no son tantas (~￣▽￣)~

Con mucho gusto :-)

(Que no me peguen quienes sepan de matemáticas por incluir esta) 0: Height

1,73 m creo.

2: Shoe size

43.

4: Do you drink?

Sí.

6: Age you get mistaken for

Veintilargos xD

8: Want any tattoos?

Yes, consulte ud. el post anterior.

10: Want any piercings?

Same.

12: Relationship status

En una relación estable con el comunismo (soltero).

14: Biggest turn offs

Que me mareen con quedar y que luego no puedan nunca, esoterismo, que les pueda el orgullo, que su gusto para la comida sea 'infantil', que no les interese la política y que tengan una concepción de las cosas muy distinta a la mía.

16: I’ll love you if

Si me cocinas algo.

18: Most traumatic experience

O ciertas cosas que pasaron tras mi última ruptura, o ciertas peleas que tuve en casa.

20: What I hate most about myself

No ser capaz de romper consecuentemente con todo aquello de mi yo pequeño que me lastra.

22: What I want to be when I get older

Post anterior.

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

Ha habido de todo. Ahora mismo, decente.

26: My biggest pet peeves

Post anterior.

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

Un energúmeno de 13 años aún con pataletas encerrado en el cuerpo de un padre de 36 años.

30: What I hate the most about work/school

Del trabajo asalariado bajo el capitalismo: que trabajo para la burguesía y no para suplir directamente las necesidades sociales de una humanidad sin clases, con todas sus consecuencias (mutilación y parcialización del conjunto de mis potencialidades para desarrollar unilateralmente unas pocas, asfixia del desarrollo de las mismas en mi escaso tiempo libre, agotamiento cíclico, etc.).

Del colegio bajo el capitalismo: que te prepara mentalmente para el trabajo asalariado.

32: What words upset me the most

"Si no vas a ver tu sueño cumplido estando vivo, ¿para qué te esfuerzas? Vive el presente, que en cualquier momento te puedes morir".

34: What I find attractive in women

Que sea comunista.

36: Where I would like to live

En algún sitio que tenga montaña cerca y, a poder ser, que no tenga una autopista/autovía o gran carretera al lado de mi vivienda.

38: My childhood career choice

Arquitecto.

40: Who I wish I could be

La mejor versión de lo que puedo ser.

42: The last thing I ate

Un yogur con salsa de fresa.

44: A random fact about anything

Ikea sacó una mochila para el cole hace unos años que estaba muy bien.

#personal #muchas gracias!!!!

[23rdhunter]

@salt-and-bramble tagged me in this questionnaire, good to see these things going around again! nature is healing etc. etc.

What was your:

Last beverage: technically beverage excludes water so sparkling water mixed with lemonade

Last phone call: guy at the garage with sweet tattoo sleeves letting me know my tires are fixed

Last text message: like 6 pictures of some kids I work with having a blast flying kites

Last song you listened to: Plant Life by Owl City (it's a waltz!)

Last time you cried: a few weeks ago

Have you ever:

Dated someone twice: nope

Kissed someone and regretted it: no

Lost someone special: yes

Been depressed: very yes

Drunk and threw up: never been drunk actually

List 3 favorite colors: green, brown, gray

Last year, have you:

Made a new friend: yes, and leveled up existing friendships

Fallen out of love: not this year

Laughed until you cried: yeah I do this a lot

Found out who your true friends are: not this year!

Found out someone was talking about you: I like salt-and-bramble's perspective here so I'm stealing it. It's nice to know people remember I exist when I'm not around

Anyone on your fb friends list: this year? I miiight have logged in to Facebook in the last 12 months but I definitely haven't done anything with it so whatever this means, no.

General:

How many people on your fb friends list do you know in real life: all of them? Isn't that the point? Facebook must have changed since I've been gone

Firsts:

First surgery: eardrums when I was muy pequeño

First piercing: none

First best friend: ow.

First sport you joined: soccer. It sucked! Later on I figured out soccer actually rocks it's just competitive attitudes that suck.

Vacation: that I remember? Camping. There were mice with red eyes and they used the cabin's rodent-proof mattress cage as a baby cage and for a very long time afterwards I thought cabins were supposed to come equipped with baby cages.

First pair of trainers: how does anyone remember this? I /did/ have a pair of sketchers last a decade once though. They were white & orange but slowly turned gray from all the duct tape.

Right now:

Eating: nothing

Drinking: water

I’m about to: either start dinner or kidnap someone to practice this dance step with

Your future:

Want kids: in ideal circumstances only

Get married: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm fond of the idea of life partners you grow old with?

Career: ??

Which is better:

Lips or eyes: no preference

Hugs or kisses: pretty big fan of both

Shorter or taller: do not care

Older or younger: historically the answer to this has been older but I think the key here is "definitely an adult" at approximately my life stage rather than any particular age group

Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic. Spontaneity is something I'm trying to get better with but mostly is rather nerve-wracking.

Nice stomach or nice arms: I don't understand how people evaluate this.

Sensitive or loud: why not both in some measure? This is not a good either/or question.

Hook-up or relationship: relationship

Trouble maker or hesitant: hesitant? Or a very very patient troublemaker would be okay.

Have you ever: (again?????)

Kissed a stranger: nah

Drank hard liquor: yeah

Lost glasses/contacts: constantly

Sex on first date: nope

Broke someone’s heart: yes

Arrested: nah

Turned someone down: yes

Cried when someone died: yes

Fallen for a friend: yes

Do you believe in:

Yourself: yeah? In the sense that I can look at past trends and extrapolate how I might be in the future? I trust myself. I also believe in myself as in consider myself to be acceptable.

Miracles: I am going to skip all the religion questions.

Heaven:

Santa Claus:

Kiss on the first date: if the mood is right

Angels:

Tagging (no pressure): @otterknowbynow @change-the-rules @rusalkii @spiralingintocontrol @just-evo-now

#tag games

[ramenstation]

                 ◜  joshua fletcher  ◞ 

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› personaje no exclusivo. › dec, 1 ( 23-28 años ). › empleado en una libreria. › datos bajo read more.

◖ᴛᴀɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴘ◗

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◖ᴅᴀᴛᴏꜱ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟᴇꜱ◗

◦ nutter butters main client. ◦ occasional smoker. ◦ tattoo collector.

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( + ) amable, responsable, leal. ( – ) desconfiado, sobre-protector, imperceptible.

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( TW: bad parenting, tw: low self esteem, tw: depession, tw: implied homofobia, tw: suicide )

► FOR THE PUBLIC.

El 1 de diciembre de hace unos años nació Joshua, primogénito de Alexander Fletcher y Charlotte O’Connell, una pareja de estudiantes de leyes en la Universidad de Illinois.

Cinco años después, los padres de Joshua decidieron terminar su relación, haciendo que la infancia del pequeño se dividiera entre la casa de su madre, quien había regresado a vivir con sus padres en Galena, y el departamento de su padre en Chicago.

Su vida se convirtió en una rutina, siempre cumpliendo con los horarios que sus padres habían acordado respecto a la custodia del pequeño. Entre semana sus abuelos lo cuidaban mientras su madre trabajaba, y algunos viernes solía llevarlo de paseo al lago, el cual se convirtió en su lugar favorito. Los fines de semana los pasaba con su padre, quien había conseguido un puesto en una importante firma de abogados, por lo que constantemente se permitía consentir a su hijo con animales y carros de juguete.

Crecer al lado de su abuelo tuvo como consecuencia que Joshua compartiera su amor por la pintura. Desde temprana edad el pequeño mostró interés por las obras de la colección del mayor y todas aquellas que veía en los museos que visitaban juntos. Sorprendentemente, en lo único en lo que concordaban sus padres era en no ser admiradores de la idea de que el menor escogiera la carrera de artes en un futuro. Aquello no era lo suficientemente bueno para alguien de la familias Fletcher ni O’connel, y entonces nadie le impulsó a alcanzar su mayor potencial.

A sus quince años decidió aceptar que todo lo malo que pasaba era culpa suya.

Ser hijo de padres separados no es para nada signo de popularidad en Galena. La gente habla mal de ti y de tu familia, porque es un pueblo pequeño y no hay quien no sepa tu historia. O por lo menos la mayoría de ella.

La adolescencia de Josh consistió en almuerzos en la azotea de la escuela simplemente acompañado por una caja de nutter butters y el libro que tenía que leer para clase de Literatura. Al no tener amigos los únicos lugares que visitaba eran la iglesia, el lago y la biblioteca. Las visitas a la casa de sus abuelos se detuvieron cuando tenía ocho años y solo los veía los domingos durante la misa a la que acompañaba a su madre.

Las visitas al lago eran solitarias, por ello iba a la iglesia. Era como una reunión familiar, a pesar que no parecía ser del agrado de todos los miembros.

Otra cosa que se detuvo fueron los viajes a Chicago. Gradualmente comenzó a perder contacto con su padre, excusas como compromisos de trabajo y no comprar los boletos de autobús a tiempo se hicieron cada vez más comunes hasta que el único contacto entre ellos fueron llamadas telefónicas.

Un par de años después conoció a Christopher, un chico de cabello castaño y ojos cálidos con quien mantuvo una relación. Pasar tiempo con él se sentía como lo único bueno que Joshua había hecho en toda su vida, y durante el tiempo que estuvieron juntos siempre se preguntó si se merecía a alguien como él.

Quizá no. Fue la respuesta que aparentemente el destino le dio, pues después de la repentina muerte de su madre cuando tenía dieciocho, Josh se mudó a Chicago y desde entonces no sabe nada del chico.

Tiempo después, apuntó de cumplir veinte, Joshua O’Connell volvió a Galena.

Ya no era el niño que comía nutter butters y secretamente amaba la clase de arte. Era el chico bibliotecario que se escabulle para fumar en el estacionamiento.

► FOR THE GRAVE.

› Concebido para “salvar” la relación.

Todos piensan que el nacimiento de Joshua fue un accidente de jóvenes enamorados que simplemente fallaron con los métodos anticonceptivos. La verdad es que la relación de Alexander y Charlotte no estaba bien, el chico quería darle fin pues lo que sentía por ella en el secundario no era lo mismo años después. Claro que esto no le pareció para nada a su novia y entonces pensó que nada sería mejor que iniciar una familia.

Por eso nunca contrajeron matrimonio y después de cinco años de vivir entre gritos y discusiones, terminaron oficialmente.

› La madre del año.

El que Charlotte planeara embarazarse para atrapar a su novio de la secundaria fue solo un ejemplo de lo obsesiva que podía llegar a ser. Era una persona que le gustaba tener el control de todo, su hijo y la vida de este, por supuesto, no eran la excepción.

En realidad los abuelos de Joshua si apoyaban su gusto por las artes, pero debido a que esto no era del agrado de ella, Charlotte impidió a sus propios padres el relacionarse con su hijo lo mejor que pudo. Y las visitas de Alexander se detuvieron a partir de que la mujer seguía obsesionada con estar a su lado.

Joshua podría haber ignorado los comentarios acerca de cuan disfuncional era su familia, pero su madre no se abstenía de hacer comentarios respecto a la separación: “Él no quería una familia, pero llegaste tu.” “Quizá seguiríamos juntos de no ser por ti.” Y ya que el embarazo fue la razón por la que no terminó la carrera de leyes: “Podría tener un trabajo mejor pero decidí tenerte.” Claramente esto solo provoco que el castaño creciera con una baja autoestima y culpándose por todo lo ocurrido.

› El colapso.

A pesar de que la gente del pueblo murmurara de su progenitora, Josh nunca creyó que ella estuviese mal. Por lo menos no hasta que descubrió la relación de su hijo con Christopher y decidió oponerse a ella.

Fue un accidente, alguien los había visto juntos y como siempre la historia trascendió, llegando hasta los oídos de Charlotte. Tuvieron una fuerte discusión al respecto, los gritos de ambos llenaron el interior de la pequeña casa, e inclusive su madre tiró algunos objetos por los aires. Era la primera vez que Josh expresaba su desacuerdo en voz alta, pero no la primera que su madre actuaba de esa manera.

Joshua se dirigió a la casa de sus abuelos para pasar la noche, su madre le había dicho que no quería personas como él en su vida. El tono en su voz era como miles de puñaladas para el chico, y con un nudo en la garganta le respondió que él tampoco la quería en la suya.

Sin embargo, a la mañana siguiente regresó, y fue entonces cuando todo cambió.

Su madre vestía el uniforme de mesera para su trabajo, con sus ojos cerrados reposaba en el fondo de la bañera. El agua la cubría por completo y solo entonces el chico se percato de la cantidad excesiva de frascos de medicina que había en el lavabo. La mayoría de ellos abiertos, las diferentes clases de pastillas esparcidas en la cerámica, los azulejos y el agua.

A menudo Josh piensa en ellas, disolviéndose. En el agua, remplazando el aire en sus pulmones. Y en que todo lo malo es culpa suya.

Esa misma tarde se enteró de la depresión de su madre… y de todo lo demás por lo que tenía tantas medicinas. Esa misma semana su padre fue a buscarlo después del funeral y con una pequeña maleta viajo a Chicago.

En Galena sus abuelos se encargaron de que la muerte de su hija no fuera un escándalo. Era imposible encubrir el suicidio, pero en el diario local solo se habló de la depresión que sufría Charlotte O’Connell, omitiendo la discusión con su hijo. La partida de este fue excusada con el hecho de que su padre tenía la custodia y su deseo porque el menor estudiase en una academia en Chicago. Esto no era del todo mentira, pero sin embargo, después de un par de meses Alexander se percató que las calificaciones del joven eran pésimas y que su autoestima estaba por los suelos, así que decidió llevar a Joshua con un psicólogo quien diagnostico sufría un fuerte nivel de depresión, agravado debido a la culpa que sentía por la muerte de su madre y además tenía pensamientos suicidas desde su temprana adolescencia.

Su amor por la pintura cambio a ser amor por la literatura debido a todos los libros que se le permitieron leer durante sus dos años en el hospital psiquiátrico en el que su padre lo internó. Cuando finalmente le dieron de alta, regresó a pasar una temporada con sus abuelos, que terminó volviéndose una situación permanente.

◖ᴄᴏɴᴇxɪᴏɴᴇꜱ◗

› Christoper: - ex-boyfriend. [ open for role ]

› Amistades

› Enemistades

› Etcetera

#no he roleado a baby josh en años. pero no lo voy a soltar hasta que lo pueda rolear viviendo su mejor vida ok? ok #◜joshua fletcher◞ #◜joshua fletcher › int◞ #◜joshua fletcher › album◞ #◜joshua fletcher › likes◞ #◜joshua fletcher › aesthetic◞ #◜joshua fletcher › musings◞ #◜joshua fletcher › potential plot◞ #◜joshua ↺ name◞

[lagrimas-de-desamor]

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