#escapate conmigo

[caostalgia]

Estoy a dos tragos y medio cigarrillo para llamar a tu puerta solo para escuchar tu voz, estoy a dos lágrimas y medio suicidio, para entender porque tú partida fue tan veloz. Estoy a dos besos y medio corazón, para reparar este daño tan atroz. Estoy a dos mensajes y una llamada, para que me destruyas y nunca más vuelva a confiar en el amor.

~Goner

[novuit]

I had a video in my youtube recommended that I thought a spanish-speaking video and I panicked when I didn't know what the youtuber was saying until I saw the title and realised was in fucking brasilian. The same thing happened to me a few days ago when I was reading an article and it took me 2 paragraphs to realise the article wasn't in English but instead german - I don't even know any german.

I can't be that oblivious to the point where my oblivion transcends to language..........

[brunkxop]

Bruno: Ahora.. Solo quiero escribir y que nadie que yo conozca vea esto. Quiero dejarme llevar por letras que ni siquiera sé si voy a seguir pensando lo mismo en algún futuro. Solo sé que estoy confundido, todo me confunde, no sé que quiero y eso me confunde, es como no saber que soy y eso puede cegarme, me confundo y me pierdo en mi mismo hasta el punto de estar en lo más alto de la felicidad y luego rozando la depresión por algo tan insignificante, solo no tengo conocimiento. Soy tonto y aún que intente no serlo, no tengo escapatoria. ¿Qué más puedo hacer? Solo quiero abrazarme y decir "Eres un...." ¿Escritor?,¿Músico?,¿Cantante?,¿Poeta?,¿Artista?.. Necesito una respuesta.

[randyreyes21]

Tito Swing Ft Carlos Rango – Escapate Conmigo

Tito Swing Ft Carlos Rango – Escapate Conmigo

[cupcakeinat0r]

Thinkin abt Dad Bod!Miguel…

Ft. Daddy, Praise, n Size kink!!! (Duh.)

[NSFW]

You leave the classroom after enduring the most stupid 3 hour 8am lecture that you needed for a stupid credit for the stupid degree that you cried and prayed for.

Your spirit is immediately lifted once you see your boyfie waiting outside of the building for you, the six-foot-nine man leaning against his car like a total poser. His burly arms are crossed, which makes his pecs bulge through his shirt even more. In your opinion, he fills out his button-up perfectly; the short sleeves barely able to contain his biceps, the hairs of his chest peeking out the first three open buttons… and his soft belly. Perfect for naps. You couldn’t see it from here, but you just knew his ass was lookin good in those jeans, too. You crash into his arms, kisses planted on your head. “Missed you today, mamita.” He mumbles into your hair. “Missed you more, baby. Now, please, take me home.”

You step in the house and face plant onto the couch. You could’ve fallen asleep right there, but you feel a breath on your ear, “Mamita, aye…”, you lift your head with a “hm?” toward the gentle voice, “Mama, ven a la cama… será mejor que’l sofá, beba… ven, ven…” you let out a small ‘Mph’ when you’re peeled off the couch. Miguel scoops you up bridle style, as if you were a feather, and takes you to the bedroom.

Once you sluggishly remove your clothes, down to your panties and tank top, you, again, face plant into what feels like heaven (your bed). Miguel goes to change so that he’s just wearing his boxers. He stops in front of the full-body mirror, looking at himself. His muscles are still there, but he isn’t too happy with what he sees, having gained some weight since being with you, but more importantly, he wonders if you think the same. Even a little bit.

You smile to yourself as you feel the stomach of your lover pressed against your back, wrapping you with his strong, hairy arms and entangling his thick legs with yours, cocooning you in a bundle of warmth. “Comfy, mamita?” He presses a tender kiss on your temple. You sleepily nod your head against the pillow, blissful in your position as little spoon. There’s a moment of peaceful silence as his calloused hand starts to affectionately rub your back under the tank top.

The thought still eats at him, though.

“Bebe…”

“hm?”

“Esta feliz conmigo?”

“What?” Your head snaps up toward him. There’s genuine concern in your voice.

“I love you, that’s no question, but if you want to have your college fun, you should be able to. I don't want you to miss out on experiences because of… me. ” You sit up now, looking at him with furrowed brows, “What’re you talking about?” He looks down at the bare skin of your thigh, a deep, discouraged sigh escaping his lips as his pointer finger caresses the skin there, “I just want you to be happy. More than anything.”

In one swift motion, you straddle him. “Missing what? Those dumb frat parties filled with little boys who wouldn’t know how to handle me? You’re so silly, baby.” You press a tongue-filled kiss on his lips, and a low growl erupts in his throat. “Ugh, I’d miss out on a million parties if it meant having all this.” You murmur against his lips before starting a trail of kisses down his torso, even with an occasional nibble, the warmth and hair of his skin meeting your lips the whole way down. You worshipped every inch of his thick body with your lips, all the way from his broad and hairy chest, his stretch marks, to his chubby midriff, down his mouth-watering happy trail, and finally to the hem of his boxers, where a bulge began to form.

You look up and give him a sultry look, “No college boy could ever compare to my fine ass hubby." His voice becomes strained, breath labored as you take your index finger and rub precise circles on his wet tip through his boxers, making him hiss. “fuck, mami… what did I do to deserve you? Eres una Bendicion, tu sabes?”, he caresses your cheek with his thumb, “Scored a fucking goddess… I’m so fuckin’ lucky. No sé cómo conseguí una mujer como tú..” he coos.

"And you’re so big n’ strong n’ handsome, Daddy. I love it.” Your voice combined with your touch made his dick twitch, his now angry tip slightly peeking out. You fail to fight back a small moan when you release his pretty cock from the confines of his boxers, it springing against his lower belly. Drool began to form in your mouth. You haven’t even tasted it and you were already cock drunk. “love this cock s’much…so perfect.” you mewl as you slowly begin pumping his cock. Miguel pathetically looks down at you; The prettiest girl in the world showing him the attention he doesn’t feel worthy of but oh so deserves. “Awe, You want daddy’s cock, don’t you, baby?” He tuts, his voice all sweet and pouty.

“Mhm,” you nod, a meek expression on your face.

“Let me show my man just how happy I am to be his.”

And any self-doubt that Miguel had about you being with him was poof! Gone.

*sighs* He sew cewt. Hope u liked it <3

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!

[cod-dump]

Bruise (teen!Ghost au)

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Kyle was reading in the living room when Simon passed by, heading to the front door. Of course he looked up to ask where he was going, that's when he noticed the bruise.

"Si what happened!?"

Simon stopped and blinked, looking down at the large bruise peaking from his collar.

"Oh, that. Johnny hit-"

Kyle's mind went blank. He put his book down quickly, practically dropping it. He wasn't even sure if he had marked his place. In a instant, Kyle was out the front door and heading across the street to Johnny's house.

"Kyle? Kyle what are you doing?"

Simon followed, confused and concerned. Kyle passed Alejandro sitting in his care, the reason why Simon was heading out the door. The boy blinked and peaked his head out of the window and called out to Kyle.

"Why are you making that face-?"

Kyle turned and interrupted him, murder in his eyes, "Johnny hit Simon."

Alejandro quickly got out of his car. Simon, by this point, realized what was happening and ran to Kyle, grabbing him.

"Kyle no- I'm fine!"

Alejandro, unrestrained, marched to the MacTavish house, and Simon squawked when Kyle forcefully removed himself, patting Simon's shoulder before he took off after Alejandro.

"WAIT-"

"THIS WON'T GO UNPUNISHED!"

"¡ESTO SIGNIFICA LA GUERRA!

"WAIT WAIT- IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR-"

With the yelling and Simon desperately trying to deter Alejandro and Kyle from doing something they would regret, neighbors came out from their houses. Only a few of them, and one of them recognized Kyle and Simon, pulling out their phone to call their father. And Johnny came out from the back garden, confused. Simon grabbed Alejandro the moment he saw Johnny, fearing that he would do some serious damage.

But Kyle was left free and Simon was immediately regretting every decision that led to this moment.

"JOHNNY RUN!"

Johnny didn't get another running as Kyle, his best friend, charged him with murderous intent. Screaming, Johnny turned and ran back into the garden.

"KYLE NO-"

Alejandro freed himself from Simon as he was distracted with distress, charging after where Johnny and Kyle disappeared to. Panicking, Simon followed, trying to catch Alejandro.

When they made it to the back garden they found Johnny narrowly escaping Kyle's grasp. One of Johnny's sisters was watching from a window, Andy, and the look on her face was one of pure disbelief. She disappeared further into the house and Simon was hoping it was to fetch an adult.

Simon managed to grab Alejandro at his waist, Kyle lunging at Johnny in that same moment.

"WHY- WHAT DID I DO!?"

"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID!"

"¡LUCHA CONMIGO, COBARDE!"

Finally an adult arrived, Johnny's father running out of the house. He clearly had jumped out of the shower, his shirt sticking to wet skin and hair plastered to his forehead as he ran out of the house barefoot. Johnny dove behind his father and Isaiah stopped Kyle.

"Whoa whoa- What's happening?"

"HE HIT MY BROTHER!"

"WHAT!?"

"LOOK AT THE BRUISE!"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! AN ACCIDENT!"

It took several minutes for Isaiah to calm down everyone enough to get a straight story out.

"A baseball? Since when do you play baseball?"

"Johnny was trying to show me how to play!"

This event had occurred a couple days ago, Simon having missed catching a rather hard thrown ball and it nailing just below he collarbone. Johnny had already felt horrible about it but Simon had assured him it was fine and he was fine.

They both had neglected to share what had happened and Simon's modest style hid the forming bruise. Now Simon was trying to get over an anxiety attack while Johnny was rapidly explaining to Alejandro and Kyle and his father what happened.

Simon was honestly surprised Kyle jumped so quickly on trying to fight Johnny. Alejandro? He wasn't even surprised.

"Boys, I admire your spirit but please, please, try to at least talk about it first next time."

Johnny couldn't look at Kyle or Alejandro, he was partially hiding behind his father and Simon couldn't blame him. Kyle was showing regret and shame. Alejandro?

"Good thing I didn't hit you. No taking that back."

Unbothered, Simon felt like he was going to have to knock some shame into him later.

"Sorry Johnny."

"Probably would've done the same if I found a bruise on one of my sisters."

Johnny inches from behind Isaiah and Kyle approaches.

"Should've asked questions. But now you know how I would act if you purposely hurt my brother."

Johnny's eyes widened and Isaiah snorts, "Better keep that in mind."

"Oh... I will."

Simon groaned, this was a horrible start to the weekend.

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[pinkthrone445]

-Baila conmigo-

(Dance with me)

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Fun, soft, first time knowing someone

Warnings:I don't think so

Summary:Mel finds you sad in a bar and decides to step in, not knowing that life will bring you back together again.

(This is the song that they dance together)

One more month without a job call, you had tried in all the schools and positions and no one accepted your degree because you were from another country which they did not consider very superior although you had an excellent and valid degree.

Your mother's voice resounded in your head like a drum, she insisted over and over again that if you left the country your degree would be useless and you would end up working in something you didn't like or that you would end up returning to your country devastated and sad. As you emptied your glass in one gulp, you took her words into consideration and thought about whether it would be the right thing to go back home. The money you had set aside to go live there was about to run out and it was time to make a decision about your future, a pretty quick decision.

It was already late and you were too drunk to decide at the moment, you sighed and leaned your head against the table, how sticky it was made you sigh again. The noise of a glass being placed near you made you raise your head again, a redhead on the other side of the bar was smiling empathetically at you, with a bit of worry in her eyes

-"It's on me"-she said pointing at the drink beside you, it was the same that you were drinking before-"It looks like you need it"-You frowned

-"And you don't look like my bartender..."-you answered and she laughed, a gorgeous soft laugh that you could hear over the music

-"That's because I'm not... I'm on this side of the bar because I'm the bartender's sister... He is an asshole, but putin up with him has privileges, like free drinks"-she said with a gorgeous smile that distracted you for a few seconds

-"I appreciated, but I already had too many... And I still don't feel better... I think it's time to go home" - You answer and she looked at you curious

-"What are you trying to escape from with the drinks?"-she pointed all the empty cups by your side

-"Home... Reality... Being a unsuccessful grown-up?" - You answer looking at the drink with love and want

-"I feel you" - she answered and walked to the other side of the stool to sit beside you with a beer in her hand-"I'm far away from where I picture myself years ago...but that doesn't mean I'm unsuccessful or that you are, you have many years ahead of you yet, plenty of time to figure it out" - she said with a smile and you took the drink

-"I feel like a failure right now, I came here to get a nice job and be happy and now I'm drowning my sorrows in a glass while I reconsider going back to live with my mom"-You muttered embarrassed under your breath

-"I had to get a roommate to help me pay the rent because the money I do is not enough, who is more pathetic? Keep in mind that I'm much older than you" - she laughed drinking from her bottle

-"Hey, this is not a competition, let me be the sad one tonight" - You jocked and you both laughed-"Thanks for the drink... And for the company, you are helping more than the 4 glasses that I already had... Also, for being way older than me, you are very hot"-You said and she looked at you surprised

-"Are you flirting with me right now? You don't even know my name" - she said nervously

-"First I was admiring you... Second, we already stablish that I'm very pathetic, so I had nothing to lose if I said that... And third, I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you" - You said having another sip and she laughed

-"I'm Melissa, nice to meet you too... You are funny" - The redhead looked at your mouth smiling

-"Maybe is the alcohol talking, a few moments ago I was very miserable, but I'm glad to know that I can pursue a clown career if my teaching one still doesn't work" - You slurred your words a little bit

-"I bet they would pay you better that what we teachers make nowadays" - she said finishing her beer

-"Maybe you could be a clown too, you already have the red hair, no need for a wig" - You said without thinking, maybe that would have offended someone else, but instead made her laugh

-"I like you kiddo, you would be definitely a good kid's teacher...witch is your specialty?" - she asked curious

-"I'm a Spanish teacher..."-you looked at her, her eyes were green with little brown dots and the fluorescent lights of the club made them shine in a particular way that made you feel attracted like a moth to the light.

-"Ohh that's cool" - she smiled and you looked the other way

-"It would be cool to find a job with it"-You insisted and she slapped your arm-"Hey!"

-"Stop mopping about it, more chances will come" - She commented to you and you grabbed her hand with a frown

-"Just because you're pretty doesn't give you the right to hit me miss"-You said leaning closer to her squinting your eyes at her, she pulled the arm that you were holding to bring you closer

-"But being pretty has worked for me many times to get out of many things, are you sure that I can't hit you? I bet you would love it in a different situation in a different part of your body" - she flirted back and you smiled looking at the way her lips moved when she talked and how her tongue licked her lips to make them look more shiny and full, you were about to lean more but she pressed her hand on your shoulder stopping you from going any further - "Do you know how to dance?" - she asked and you nodded a little bit dizzy-"Take me to dance then, a Spanish song is playing and I want to know what it says and also how to dance it properly"-she demanded and you laughed standing up and reaching for her hand

-"Whatever the lady wishes" - The redhead got up from her chair smiling as you directed her to the dance floor. You knew the song that was playing very well, you had heard it too many times in your house growing up, it was one of those songs that your mother played at home that you hated but when you grew up you started to sing and love.

The song started slowly and you brought her closer to you by running your hands over her soft arms until you reached her hands and took them firmly, bringing her body closer to you and placing one of your hands on her waist, leaning her hips a little to yours. You gently moved your hips from side to side making her follow you to the rhythm of the beginning of the song while your other hand went up a little and landed on the side of her body almost on her ribs holding her firmly to be able to guide her more easily.

It was funny that the song talked about how no one knew were the night would end, nobody knew what would happen tomorrow, if you would be together or not or if the world would end or not, if you would be the perfect person for each other, end up loving or hating each other... That you should not think too much about the future, this moment was unique and you were alive and you should enjoy that. Nobody could known the end and life was like roulette that will turn no stop, you should let your heart decide what you are feeling tomorrow and just enjoy the present time.

The rhythm began to go faster and you moved away from her to give her a little turn and stick the front of your body to her back making her dance from one side to the other, the redhead followed you well and moved her feet quickly following yours, easily following the rhythm of the salsa you were dancing.

Every time the song slowed down, you stuck her closer to your body so you could gently shake your hips together while you singed the lyrics and when the song went faster, you moved her a little bit away so you could do some spins or some easy tricks. The two complemented each other well and people noticed it and began to make space for the two of you to dance, earning some applause and encouraging comments.

The redhead seemed to enjoy the dance and the attention as she had a smile from ear to ear and her hands squeezed yours every time she looked into your eyes, eyes that shone in a particular way with a lot of joy.

When the song ended you gave her a little spin and a little hug, her laughter reached your ears and that made you smile. You were both agitated from dancing so much but smiling too much. Without letting go of your hand, she pulled you off the dance floor and ordered some lemonades for both of you. The dance and her smile had made you feel sober and quickly awake, so you were grateful that she didn't order something with alcohol in it again.

-"That was so much fun!" - Melissa said over the music and you focused on her smile while you had your drink

-"You surprised me, I thought you didn't knew how to dance that kind of music" - You said laughing and she smiled

-"I've been in a few dancing clases, I never said that I didn't danced, I asked if you knew how to... What did the song say?" - She asked, gently pushing you in a playful way with the side of her hip

-"It talked about how nobody knows about the future and how you should enjoy the present and do what you heart wishes without think too much about it..."-you said and blushed a little bit but the darkness of the bar didn't let it show

-"And what is that your heart wishes right now?" - she asked grabbing your jacket and pulling you closer to her, your eyes immediately went to her lips-"Maybe a kiss?" - she played and you nodded, too dumb to speak-"That would be only fair after such an amazing dance" - she said before slowly getting closer to you and pressing her lips to yours, thing that you inmediatly reciprocated grabbing her waist and bringing her closer. Her lips were a little bit salty for the heat of the dance and a little bit sour for the lemonade, but at the same time it was sweet with a cherry taste from her lipstick, it was addictive. Your hands clenched more to her body at the same time the kiss grew more deep. She parted her lips a little bit and you swipe your tongue in her lips after getting in her mouth. Her tongue danced with yours even more expertly that the dance you had minutes ago. Her hand went to your neck and her nails scratched the skin softly and playfully, making you whimper, thing that made her smile on your lips.

You wanted to keep kissing her all night long, but time run out when her phone rang. With an annoyed moan, the redhead pulled away a little and looked at her messages, her happy face diminished a little and she gave you a sympathetic smile

-"My roommate it's waiting for me outside, tomorrow we have to work and I don't have my car here, I'm sorry..."-she said and you smiled caressing her waist

-"Don't worry, thank you for making me feel better, I had a lot of fun" - You said honestly and she put on her jacket

-"Thank you for the dance...Do you want to go out tomorrow?... if you are still here in the country..."-she asked messing with you and you nodded smiling-"I'll send you a message then" - she comment and gave you a last peck before going away.

You were too happy and she was too rushed to realize that you hadn't exchanged numbers or anything, thing you didn't realize until the uber dropped you at your home.

As you changed and removed your makeup, you couldn't help but smile from remembering the things and the fun time you spent together.

When you got inside your bed, you were about to fall asleep when your cell phone rang lighting up your room, when you picked it up and opened your email, you almost jumped out of bed when you read that you had a job offer, at an elementary school replacing a teacher, for the next day. You quickly got out of bed to look for an appropriate outfit and leave things ready for the next day, you knew that it would be difficult to sleep now with such much excitement.

Thoughts about the redhead and her kisses took a back seat when you started planning the next day's classes.

The next morning, even though you had slept little, the excitement made you feel fresh as a lettuce. When you got out of your car you put your bag over your shoulder and squeezed the straps in your hand, with the other, you took your necklace, giving a small kiss to the medal you had around your neck to ask for good luck before entering the building.

Before you could take a step inside, some firefighters arrived and took everyone out of the school, confused you waited outside with some of the students. While you waited, you started talking to some of the teachers to learn a little bit about the kids and the classes. Some of them explained you a few things and were happy to have a new teacher in the school, others were talking about what caused the alarms to go off and didn't payed attention to you. They only stoped talking when they were being interrupted when one of the fire captains walked through the school doors

-"Okay... So, apparently one of the students had been smoking in the bathrooms and activated the smoke alarm..."-he said but you immediately stoped paying attention to him when you saw a special redhead walking behind him, like the sight of an oasis in the desert, that familiar face gave you a little peace to see her there... And also a little/much anxiety

-"We found the little rascal with Melissa, she sniffed him out" - one of the other teachers said

-"One sniff and I'm back to when..."-Her gaze met yours and for a moment her mind was filled with memories from the night before and she forgot how words were used - "Back... To... Nevermind, the important thing is that we found him"-she said and looked the other way avoiding your eyes going with another older teacher.

After some time and talks, the school resumed it's course.

Ava stopped you at the entrance to give you your pass and explain a couple of things that you almost didn't hear because you were focused on the redhead who was bringing the children to her classroom

-"... And Melissa is the other second grade teacher, so if you need help, you can ask her, because I can't help you... I mean, I can but I don't want to"-The principal said and you nodded smiling to her shily before walking away to your classroom to meet the children, looking sideways at the redhead who stopped next to the school principal once you were gone

-"She is hot, isn't she?" - Ava said checking you out while you walked away and Melissa looked at her frowning

-"Isn't that inappropriate to say at school about one of your coworkers?" - The redhead asked and Ava laughed

-"No if she doesn't hear it... Besides, I saw how you looked at her... Maybe she can feel uncomfortable with that too"-The principal remarked and the redhead rolled her eyes and went to her classroom, thinking what would be the appropriate way to address you now that you would be working there.

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I'm back bitches! Bye

[hwasoup]

Obsession

This is literally based off of one of my favorite kpop songs, and the lyrics mix with Miguel 😩

18+ DNI MINORS

warnings: poetic fucking, breeding kink? size kink, obsessive clingy behaviors??, religious references, liquor, and other shit I probably don't recognize.

~613 words~

He can’t get enough of you, and you can't get enough of him. It drives you crazy how you need him all the time. You can't help each time you see him to constantly lock eyes with him, you want to feel him, touch him, you constantly crave him all the time at just a glance. The way his hands caress your body, how he touches each curve, each roll, each mark on your body. He’s a drug you need to experience all the time, the way his lips press against yours, the way his cologne wafts into your nose. 

“Mirame princessa~” the words that would escape his lips driving you crazy, the forbidden fruit that you tasted now drenching all kinds of thoughts into your mind. The way his body completely molds into yours, making the two of you a perfect pair. The way he bullies his cock inside of you, reaching that spot that you could never seem to obtain, making you moan so sinfully in his ears, driving his lust for you stronger than before. When he fills you up with his cum, when he groans in your ear, when his grip tightens ever so slightly. It drives you crazy…

Those sweet moments that are savored with wine, when he wraps his arms around you making the world seem perfect, when you dance with him softly grinding against his groin to tease him. His perfect kisses that leave shudders down your spine, his whispers when he tells you “te necesito para siempre…” The love he sustains for you manifested in such a passionate way. He never lets you go.

Even when you wanted to go home, your feet could never move from his apartment floor. He’s just too addictive for you to even step away. When the two of you touch, electricity spreads between the both of you, the skin on skin contact repeating in your mind. The more you spend time with him, the more you craved him. He was alcohol, he’s the definition of lust and temptation all in one man. 

The more he drank from you, the more he tasted you, the more he buried his face between your legs, drinking up your sopping cunt. The more thirstier he got for your existence. You are both together 24 hours, 7 days a week. Chained to each other, prisoner to each other with no other way out. The two of you are both completely smitten with each other, completely in love, a passion that was fed with more flames, an undying fire that could never be taken out. You were like newlyweds on a honeymoon…stuck to each other like glue, never going somewhere without the other…His height besides yours…the way he towered over you and had to kneel a bit to listen to you..the way you whispered your desires that were fueled by his height.

The undeniable smirk on his face when he would drag you somewhere hidden in public to fulfill your wild desires, the stretch you felt when he inserted himself inside you, the dominant whispers in your ear, the way he held onto you as if you were the answer to all of his problems. Your smile was unhidden as well, your face filled with pleasure and contempt, the whines and whimpers you filled the air. The two of you are in sync, deliriously in love with each other. The ring on both of your fingers, constantly reminding you of the vow he promised you when you got engaged…

“rescatame cuando me caigo, cariño…el amor que tengo para ti nunca se ira, no tengo mas miedo…quedate conmigo para siempre…para cada 24 horas del dia.."

I hope you guys enjoyed this one :') the lyrics from the song are translated and incorporated into this little blurb I have here, if you guys wanna hear the songs its 24 hours by Sunmi. This has been in the drafts for too long, I'm working on how to make my writing longer that just 600-800 words. I kind of made it into an open interpretation for you guys to imagine!! Also don't forget to give any constructive criticism if needed!!

[verso-abstracto]

Silencio, mi corazón está abrumado.

Ellos dijeron que sí sabían, pero en realidad no sabían nada.

No tenían idea de lo que sentía, de lo que pasaba por mi mente.

Sí, tal vez sabían que no estaba bien, pero no sabían qué tan mal estaba, lo que pasaba por mi mente, que tan agitada me sentía y la clase de pensamientos que tenía.

No era que pretendía irme, pero definitivamente no estaba presente, solo era un robot actuando en automático y cuando me di cuenta rompí en llanto.

No era fácil, no es fácil.

Tal vez lloraba frente a ellos porque empezaba a tener esa clase de confianza, pero no puedo quitar el hecho de que igual y lo hacía porque ya no podía más, ya era muy doloroso tratar de retener las lágrimas, tratar de hacer como si nada pasaba.

Estaba tan cansada, agotada.

Era simplemente agotador tratar de manejar todo a la vez.

No podía, por más que lo intentara, ya todo parecía que se venía encima, como una lluvia de bloques sobre mis hombros y no podía soportarlo.

No, no podía con todo, y me costó darme cuenta de este hecho.

Me costó semanas de cansancio mental, me costaron días de trasnocho y desvelo, me costaron sonrisas, me costaron pensamientos y cariño conmigo misma, me costó mucho.

La situación me quitó mucho y yo no supe verlo hasta cuando ya me temblaban las manos por el miedo al futuro sin yo poder controlarlas, no supe verlo hasta que ya no pude hacer nada más que tratar de escapar de la realidad a toda costa viendo y haciendo cualquier cosa que me alejara del producto de mi terrible estrés.

Ya no sonreía genuinamente, ya no podía leer en paz.

Mis hobbies más amados, los que en algún momento de mi vida se convirtieron en un abrazo en la oscuridad, ya ni siquiera eran una vía de escape fiable, ya no hacían nada en mí.

Y cuanto dolía… tanto dolía.

Ahí me di cuenta de lo profundamente hundida que estaba… y yo no sabía cómo nadar hacia la superficie.

Todos te dicen que lo bueno de estar abajo es que lo único que queda es subir, pero ¿qué pasa si no sabes cómo hacerlo?

Nadie te explicó, nadie te dijo cómo podías realizarlo y a esta altura te has encerrado tanto en ti misma que este tipo de cosas personales y vulnerables no las cuentas a diestra y siniestra.

No hay tanta confianza, pero no sabes qué hacer.

Así es que lo único que queda es llorar, arrastrarte por el suelo y gritar de dolor por todo lo que te está pasando, por sentirte tan hundida, sin saber qué hacer, por sentir que no hay salida, por sentirte tan encerrada, abrumada, sin poder notar una simple vía de escape.

Buscarás ayuda, sí, pero eso llevará tiempo. No te repondrás de todo a la primera y eso te llena de dolor.

Escuece en el fondo del alma.

Ahora solo queda una cosa, depositar toda tu fe en alguien que puede ayudarte a descifrar cómo manejar todo aquello que te está pasando, y tratarte bonito en el proceso.

Porque te lo mereces.

No eres una mala persona, no estás defectuosa, no estás hueca.

Son cosas que, lamentablemente, pasan, pero podemos solucionarlo.

Así es que quiérete bonito, trátate bonito, consiéntete y descúbrete en la inmensidad de pensamientos que llenan tu mente y aprende a poner un poco de silencio y solo decir:

Está bien, estoy a salvo.

Little Moon

[johnwickb1tsch]

andar conmigo ~ part 14

gif by omg-imagine

A Walk in the Clouds/Don John crossover outline/fic- Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John triangle ~ You grow up at Las Nubes vineyard, and have to go home to your dying father. You take your fake new husband, Sgt Paul Sutton, with you...Your old flame don John does not like this at all. Warnings: violence, fire! chapter map

After Juan’s goons drag you away, it is Anjélica who slips from the chaos and entreats every man she finds at the fiesta wearing a uniform to come to Paul’s aid. By the time she is done the Sheriff has a mob of angry vets outside his jail, demanding the soldier’s release. 

Don Juan’s money was good, but it didn’t seem worth getting lynched over. 

When Paul roars up to Las Nubes in a Willy’s Jeep filled to bursting with fellow veterans, night has fallen, and the flames have just begun to lick out of don Juan’s bedroom window. The few workers who remained home from the fiesta are frantically shouting and passing buckets of water, fighting like hell to keep the rest of the buildings and the fields from burning. 

The house is already a lost cause. 

There is a rumble of thunder in the distance, a late summer storm too far, too late. 

Paul leaps from the Jeep before it has even stopped, running for the house. He knows you are in there, and that you need him. 

Some of Juan’s toughs emerge to meet the Jeep filled with interlopers, and Paul’s brothers in arms surge to meet them head on.

Paul bursts into the house, rushing down the hall on long legs, towards the flames.

Don Juan’s bedroom door is locked. Paul throws himself at it. It takes one, two, three tries before the heavy old wood gives. The burst of heat from the room sends him back a step, before he charges inside. 

His heart falls as he sees you laying there on the floor, crumpled and bloody as a flower crushed under foot, and for a heartbreaking moment he is certain you are dead. 

“Y/n?” he pleads, diving to his knees beside you, gathering you in his arms. 

He’s never been so relieved in his life, as when you stir in his grasp, your question of “Paul?” barely audible over the roar of the flames. 

“I’m getting you out of here.” He adjusts his hold so he can carry you out–and you see the ominous shadow in the doorway. Juan has returned, and he is holding an ornate saber that has been hanging in the hallway for longer than the two of you have been alive combined.  

“Paul–look out!” You try to warn him, but your voice is so weak. Maybe he sees the fear in your eyes, for he ducks just in time for the blade to slice just over his head. 

“You’re just in time for the barbecue!” hisses Juan, slashing again. 

Paul tries to evade, but doesn’t quite. The blade clips his arm, blood spurting. Though enraged, Juan is no swordsman. Before he can swing the heavy sword around to strike again Paul tackles him to the floor, wrestling for the blade. 

An old, familiar fury fills Paul, that consuming savagery from his war days slipped from its cage, and he wants to tear this horrible man to pieces with his bare hands for what he’s done to you.

They fight viciously, rolling, cursing, hitting and biting.

“You dishonored my house!” snarls Juan. “I will kill you both!”

The heat from the fire is scalding. You feel as though your skin will melt right from your bones, and you try to roll away from the growing flames.    

In the end Paul is victorious, pounding Juan’s hand on the floor until he must let go. The soldier throws away the fancy sword into the flames on the far wall. The room is a furnace now, and the fire is spreading out the window, up the house. You all need to go now, but Juan still will not quit, rendered mad by the desire for vengeance.

Desperate to get to you, Paul punches Juan in the jaw, hard enough to knock him out cold. 

“Paul?” you cry out, coughing on smoke. 

The decision is easy for him, to leave Juan behind to the flames, when he scoops you up and barrels into the hallway to make your escape from the burning house. As he passes through the door part of the grand old hacienda collapses behind him.  

He carries you away from the blaze as far as he can before his legs give out beneath him. “Y/n?” He cradles your head in his hands,desperate for you to answer him. Tears make sooty tracks down his cheeks. You both look like you rolled in a coal bin. 

“Paul?” Your eyes open to slits, and you cough violently. 

Are you alive?

For a moment you’re certain that if Paul is here before you–you’ve died, and this is your version of heaven. 

“Thank God,” he sobs, clutching you to him. 

Maybe you’re not dead. 

How marvelous it is, to breathe fresh air, and be cradled in this man’s strong arms again. 

Maybe you should start going to church again, because when the heavens open up and the rain falls down, it feels like a special blessing from above. You sit like that in Paul’s arms for you don’t know how long, soaking wet but warmed by his body sheltering yours. 

“I thought I lost you. Jesus Christ, I thought he’d killed you.” Paul’s words are a low litany in your hair. 

“I’m fine now,” you assure him, your voice rough from smoke inhalation.  

You absolutely are not fine, but you’re alive, and right now, that’s something. 

Even better, in your eyes, Paul is alive, and that’s the greatest miracle of all. 

You tilt your head in question, and without a word Paul answers with his lips on yours, a life-giving kiss that soothes the inferno in your soul as surely as the rain outside.

You sit together in a sodden pile, watching the house burn, before the rain starts to damper the flames. Too late for don Juan, you both are certain. On whose head lays the blame? Yours, for starting the fire? Paul’s, for leaving him? Or Juan’s himself, for being the man he was? 

You are too numb to suss it out, and Paul gingerly loads you into the Jeep to take you to the doctor in town, certain you both have worn out your welcome at Las Nubes.

*divider by animatedglittergraphics

[la-cafeina-de-tus-ojos]

Te soñaría,

pero prefiero dormirte,

besar tus párpados

y acunar tu descanso,

abrazarte despacito,

quererte,

tanto,

que mi alma

se escape

con tu sueño,

que nada de mí

se quede despierto,

siempre en ti,

dentro,

muy dentro,

ahí quiero quedarme,

ser contigo sueño

y huir de mi desvelo,

solo eso quiero,

ser lo que ves

y ver yo

lo que tu eres

mientras se nos abren

los sueños.

En nuestro adiós

se volvió verso

la distancia,

el ayer se despojo

del pasado,

tu piel

siempre quedo joven,

fue un adiós

que se quedó,

porque para irse

hay que tener

el permiso

del corazón,

somos

como la desembocadura

de un río en la mar,

tú tan río

y yo tan mar,

que por lejos

que tú estés,

algo de tu dulce

llega siempre

a mi sal,

como decirte

que puedo verte,

que te siento,

que puedo tocarte

en cada letra,

aquí sentada a mi lado,

puedo amarte,

todo eso puedo sin ti,

y si me esfuerzo

lo sufiente,

puedo hacer

que tus pasos

lleguen a mis pies,

dirás que nada

de esto es posible,

y yo te digo,

que de esto,

nada es más difícil

a que yo

me olvide de ti,

por eso tienes que saber

que estas aquí,

conmigo,

o para ser más exacto,

en mí.

[probably-writing-x]

Mi alma

Summary:

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any but please let me know if you think otherwise <3

Author’s Note: Thank you for this request, I loved writing it! Espero que mi español es bueno, puedo hablar y entender español pero no es mi idioma principal así que podría haber algunas problemas con las palabras. Entonces, se paciente conmigo por favor mis cariños <3

———

It was an odd feeling when you could feel someone slipping away. Like little pieces of them were breaking off right in front of your eyes, no way of escaping it. And, only when you realised, would the decision have to be made - do you let them go, or do you hold on and piece back all of the fragments you’d started to lose?

~~~

The phone had been ringing six times and still no answer, the same buzz buzz with every ring and not once breaking off to give you a familiar hello. He never took this long to pick up his phone. When he saw your face pop up on the screen, it rarely took him more than two rings to answer. No. Don’t overthink it. He’s probably just busy.

But the phone rings out again and there’s still no response. You hang up and set your phone down on the table, checking the time. Half an hour later than when Rafe had said he’d be here.

Had something happened? Maybe he was just held up and he’d be knocking on your door in no time to explain everything. But he was never late without reason, and your mind couldn’t let you stop overthinking it just yet.

It’s another fifteen minutes later when you get a text from Rafe and you’re sure you’ve never read a message so quickly in your life.

Can’t make it tonight, I’ll see you tomorrow

Is he serious? That’s all you get? Four unanswered calls, forty five minutes late, and this is all he gives you?

You and Rafe had been together since you were fifteen years old. That was three years ago now. You had practically grown into yourselves, together. You were graduating high school together, planning futures, it just worked. But recently, perhaps the last couple of months if you really thought about it, Rafe hadn’t been himself. He answered with shorter responses, he made less plans, he cancelled plans, he was distancing - you could tell. And you were certain it was the worst feeling you’d ever known; to feel like your love was slowly disappearing.

Your hands are trembling before you get a chance to stop them, and you clench you fists to fight back the feeling, letting out a shaky breath. Your friends would tell you it was naivety, or perhaps that you were just trying to convince yourself of something you knew not to be true - but you just knew Rafe, and you knew there was more to this than him just distancing. You knew he loved you. And you knew this wasn’t him.

~~~

The following afternoon, you were finishing up at the gym, and Rafe would always meet you afterwards so that the two of you could do something together. When you step out into the parking lot, part of you is so certain that he won’t be there. But, much to your relief, his truck is parked up in its usual spot.

“Hey!” You smile as you open the passenger door, “How are you?”

You lean over the space between your seats to kiss him, but he doesn’t turn his head towards you so you recoil with a slight flush to your cheeks.

“Is it okay if I just drop you home? I’ve got some stuff to do today,” Rafe says coldly, placing a hand on the back of your chair so that he can reverse out of the spot.

As his head turns to check behind him, you notice the tension in his jaw, and the darkened circles beneath his eyes like he is completely drained. He doesn’t make eye contact with you either, and you’re certain that any touch between the two of you would practically make him flinch away. You swallow the lump in your throat and fiddle with your hands in your lap.

“So, my Mom was thinking we could have a party next weekend, sort of a before-college kind of thing,” You explain, “I wasn’t sure at first but I thought it could be nice, we could invite some of our friends, a little gathering before some of us leave.”

You’d be leaving for college in a month, and you’d been accepted into Duke. It wasn’t too far away, and the plan was for Rafe to visit you as much as he could - you’d already bought him his own towel and toiletries and extra pillow for your room. He wasn’t going to college, his plan always being to go into work with his father. But you’d known that since the two of you had started dating and it hadn’t seemed to be much of a concern until recently. Until Rafe had started acting like the two of you were on a countdown towards the inevitable.

“I’ll have to check if I’m free,” He says coldly, looking deadset on the road in front of him.

“Well, it was just an idea,” You swallow the lump again, “I’m sure we could find a day that would work.”

“Yeah, sure,” Rafe says, not bothering to indicate into the road that led up towards your family’s home.

He pulls up in front of the gates and puts the car into neutral, still not tearing his eyes away from the road.

“Rafe.”

He doesn’t turn around.

“Rafe!”

His gaze flicks to you slightly but it still refuses to meet your eyes.

“Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Nothing, I’ve just got a lot to do today.”

“Okay, that doesn’t explain why you won’t look at me,” You shake your head, “Or why you cancelled last night with no explanation. So can you tell me what’s happening or are we going to sit in this car in silence?”

He doesn’t say anything. You clench your fists to stop your hands from shaking, watching as time seems to slow down in the space between you. It’s like you’re looking at him but not seeing him. Like the boy in front of you was not the boy you knew, and you were searching for a way to bring him back.

“I don’t know, (Y/N).”

The pain inside of you seems to shift towards an anger then. You deserved to be annoyed. This was your boyfriend, and he wasn’t acting like that right now.

“Okay, well you let me know when you figure it out,” You grab your bag from the footwell, your hands shaking a little as they push open the door and you slam it shut behind you, hurrying towards your front door like you were practically running away from him.

Part of you is screaming at him to get out of the car and run after you, grab you and tell you that he was sorry and that he loved you. But you instead hear the sound of the engine rev as it leaves the driveway, leaving an oddly uncomfortable coldness in its absence.

~~~

“Hola mama,” You smile tiredly as she comes through the front door, poking your head up from where you were laying against the arm of the couch watching Gilmore Girls for the past few hours, “Que tal?”

“Hola mi cariño,” She comes over and kisses your head, “¿Estas bien? ¿Rafe no está aquí?”

“No, hoy tiene muchas cosas para hacer, pero no entiendo de verdad,” You sigh, pressing your head back down against the arm of the couch.

She squeezes your shoulder, “Ay guapa, los chicos son el problema - siempre.”

You smile just lightly as your Mom disappears upstairs, commenting something about how she was tired and would probably sleep as soon as she got to her bed.

It was dark outside now but you hadn’t checked your phone to question what the time was, your Mom coming home probably meant it was already past ten and so it had been at least five hours since you’d heard from Rafe. Your heart was aching for him to come back to you.

There’s only so much waiting you can do though, right? And you take yourself to bed soon after, willing the sheets to warm up without the feeling of his arms around you.

~~~

You’re not sure which part it is that wakes you up, the breeze sweeping through your opened window, or the sound of his feet hitting against the window frame as he clambers through. But you flinch awake and turn in bed, panicked, to see Rafe climbing through your window - the same way he had done when the two of you first got together, before your Mom thought it was acceptable for him to be staying the night.

“What th-“

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Rafe frowns, dragging a hand through his hair.

His eyes are tired beyond their years but he looks youthful and innocent in his joggers and sweatshirt.

“Of course you woke me, it could’ve been anyone,” You hiss into the dark, flicking on your bedside lamp to see him clearly.

It casts a shadow on his face that intensifies the circles under his eyes.

“Anyone? Who else do you have climbing through your window?” He smirks a little, like a piece of himself coming back, “Should I be concerned?”

You roll your eyes and drop down onto your back, turning away from him in the bed, “What are you doing here Rafe?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” He says, kicking at a nonexistent mark on the carpet underneath his feet.

You don’t say anything, the same anger still coursing through your veins like it had done when the two of you were in the car. You deserved to be angry. You deserved to be angry. You deserved to be angry.

“Just get in and go to sleep,” You mumble, practically burying yourself against the pillow under your head.

It never felt like this between you. Even in your biggest arguments, and there had been a fair few when you were young, it was never like this. Rafe pulls off his jumper and leaves it on the back of the chair at your vanity, peeling back the covers on the other side of your bed so that he could get in beside you. He’s silent and so are you, the sound of the mattress moving seemingly too loud in the enclosed room. You feel him close behind you, his arms moving cautious like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. Rafe draws one arm up, over your waist, and pulls himself closer to you so that his chest presses against your back. His arm is loose and uncomfortable like he’s not sure where to place it anymore.

You swallow down the nerves in your throat once again, taking in a deep, shaky breath. He seems to feel you settle a little and pulls you tighter to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck, your hair fanning over his features. With a deep inhale, it feels like another piece of him comes back to you, slowly but as if it had never even left.

“I love you,” You whisper into the air, perhaps not even to him but just to the moment, to the pieces of him that were returning.

“I love you.”

It’s a relief. A confirmation that your heart needed. Explanations could wait for another time. Now? His arms were around you and his heart was returning just a little back to yours.

~~~

When you wake, the tiniest surge of panic runs through you, but it halts almost instantly when you feel the weight of his arm still around you, his head still exactly where it was hours before.

You shift slightly and he moves his head away, looking down at you with eyes as tired as they were the day before. Wiggling around his hold, you turn yourself to face him.

“Did you sleep?” You whisper, moving a hand up to run through his hair, messy over his head.

He nods but doesn’t say anything, his eyes floating shut like he’s trying to savour your touch.

You don’t want to say anything that will drive him away, like your words have the capability to flick a switch in him that hadn’t existed before the last few days. Your fingers remain in his hair, your thumb brushing over his cheek, slowly. Rafe tilts his head and kisses your palm, his fingers wrapping around your arm as he starts to trail kisses down your hand, your wrist, your forearm, up towards your shoulder, up towards your jaw, pausing before they reach your lips.

It’s you that seals the contact, moving your head the slight inch forward to connect with him. You both barely move at first, settling just there like that’s all you need. His hand cups your cheek and his other hand wraps around your waist to draw the small of your back impossibly closer into him. Your voice hums against his lips before he pulls away from you, dropping his forehead to lean against yours, releasing a sigh of relief.

“Can you tell me what’s happening Rafe?”

His face contorts into something you can only explain as a wince, like it pains him to even consider it.

“Please,” You frown, “These past couple of days you’ve been scaring me, I feel like I’m losing you.”

He pushes his forehead into you just a little more like he’s drawing more of you into him, “I don’t want that.”

You pull away enough to look into his eyes, “Then tell me what’s going on. We can talk about this.”

Rafe relaxes the tension from his shoulders and rests his head back down onto the pillow just a few inches away from you, turning onto his back and tucking an arm underneath his head, staring up at the ceiling. You stay laying on your side, watching his movements, his features, the way the morning light hits his eyes.

“I went out with the boys two days ago, before we had plans, when I texted you saying I couldn’t make it,” He begins, “We just had a few drinks, started talking about the future and everything. And they were talking about you, and Duke. And you know I hate when they talk about you anyway but they just didn’t stop. They were just going on and on about how things are going to change when you go away and I stay here. And it made me realise…”

He pauses and turns his eyes to look at you momentarily before pulling away.

“You’re going off and you’re going to do all of this stuff at college, and I’m so proud of you, but I-“ He clenches his jaw, “I can’t be what you deserve, and maybe I never have been.”

“What are you-“

“You deserve someone that’s going to give you all of the same life and energy that you give to people. The same brain, the same kindness, the same patience,” He shakes his head, “I’m not like that. I don’t know all of this intellectual stuff like you do, I have a short temper, I don’t think about other people as much as I think about myself, I get angry, I lash out, I-“

“Rafe, stop!”

He pauses, looking at you like the words hadn’t just come from your mouth, a tone he’d never heard slip past your lips.

“Where is this coming from?”

“You’re going to Duke and you’re going to meet-“

“Rafe.”

You force yourself to sit up in the bed, looking down at where he lays beside you. His eyes look down, making them almost look shut.

“I’m going to Duke, we knew things were going to change, okay? We prepared for that. But what is all of this? You suddenly don’t think you’re good enough for me?”

“I don’t think I ever have been, (Y/N), I’ve just not wanted to admit it,” He looks up at your then, his adam’s apple bobbing as he does.

You bite down on your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, drawing every ounce of strength you could muster so that you could make it through this without crying.

“Why do you think that? Do the past three years mean nothing?”

“No, god, no,” He shakes his head abruptly, “I just mean…”

“Rafe, I don’t care about what your friends think. They’re not us. If they want to say that we won’t work, they can think that. Does it change anything between us?” You furrow your brows, “Why can’t you see that? I’m here, and I’m always going to be here, for as long as you tell me that you love me, I’ll be here to show you that I love you too. Do you know that?”

He nods just slightly, just the slightest drop in his head as enough of a confirmation to you.

“Do you know that I love you, Rafe?”

He closes his eyes then, like he wants to savour the words.

You settle back down to lay against the mattress, tucking your arm under your head to match his exact position, staring up at the ceiling as you tear your eyes away from him.

“A este hombre le quiero besar la tristeza y el miedo para ver si entiende que lo quiero por lo que es y no por lo que pueda esperar de él.”

Rafe leans up onto his elbows then, looking at you with the slightest of smiles on his lips, “I must’ve missed that in Spanish 101.”

“I want to kiss this man’s sadness and fear to see if he understands that I love him for what he is and not for what I can expect from him,” You comment, turning your eyes to him.

He drags himself to you, lifting up onto his arms and turning over so that he hovers above your form, “Tell me it again.”

You hum and bring your hands up to cup his face, pulling him in so that you can kiss every inch of his features, speaking the words again between each break in contact.

“Por lo que es y no por lo que pueda esperar de ella,” Rafe finishes for you, dipping his head so that his lips connect with yours longingly, safely.

“Te quiero con todo mi alma,” You remind him, drawing him into you so that you can wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tightly like it’s the first time you’ve seen each other in forever.

You feel him smirk against your neck, the corners of his mouth turning upwards, “Tell me it again.”

[softaikiria]

Hoy subí a barco por primera vez, el barco, sin embargo, estaba detenido sobre el agua, inmóvil y sin olas que danzaran a su par. Yo, por otra parte, diminuta sobre él mientras veía sus banderas de colores balancearse cerca del cielo, deseaba inútilmente que las cuerdas que lo sostenían junto a tierra se rompieran y que conmigo en él partieran. Quería irme, ir a proa y alzar mis brazos para que el viento del mar me abrace y ser salpicada por sus saladas gotas que quemarían mi piel.

Desee irme sobre un barco que no iba a ninguna parte.

Hace unos años creí haber empezado a amar sin poseer, a acompañar sin invadir, a vivir sin depender. Qué crueles son los cambios del destino que nos cambian las formas de haber crecido alguna vez. He vuelto al principio, aprendí que por mucho que aprenda*, siempre todo es una nueva enseñanza y que hay cosas que nos harán retroceder. Perdí a quien amaba y con ella se fue parte de mi oxígeno. Me sentí ahogada en un enorme mundo e invisible a los ojos de cualquiera. ¡Qué tonto! Sé que me hallaran y emprenderé un nuevo camino. Hasta entonces, deseo escapar. Escape tanto que hallé paz alejada del mundo exterior por haber dicho hace mucho tiempo que no hay peor infierno que una casa sin paz, ¡ja! Pero yo era la casa y mi mente quien gritaba y mis ojos donde no hay silencio porque siempre se rompen en océanos sin fin. Quiero ya no desear escapar y habitar de mi cuerpo y esta vida no me sea un gran castigo.

¿Oh dios, mírame a los ojos, cuanto más debo rezar?

[mikrokosmcs]

La  fiesta  no  se  estaba  tornando  aburrida,  al  contrario,  las  personas  aprovechaban  el  terreno  de  Silas  donde  las  manos  de  los  dioses  no  llegaban  para  poder  tener  acercamientos  con  otros  semi-dioses,  beber  hasta  desfallecer,  comer  hasta  atiborrarse  y  caer  en  la  perdición  completamente;  pero  Alastair  tenía  temas  más  importantes  que  tratar.  Había  notado  la  frialdad  de  su  persona  cuando  se  saludaron,  también  como  prácticamente  estuvo  fuera  de  su  radar  toda  la  noche  y  Alastair  debía  suponer  que  Silas  estaba  en  una  de  sus  etapas  donde  no  deseaba  seguir  persiguiéndolo  y  él,  no  podía  permitir  eso.  -  —Tienes  un  estudio  encantador,  libros  interesantes  —  -su  vestuario  ahora  carecía  de  “masculinidad”,  una  túnica  negra  que  llegaba  hasta  los  pies,  cadenas  de  oro  y  diamantes  desde  sus  tobillos,  el  muslo,  brazos  y  muñequeras,  al  igual  que  un  maquillaje  en  negro  y  dorado,  su  cabello  rubio  estilizado.  El  menor  anda  hasta  el  otro,  evitando  que  se  le  escape  de  su  pequeña  telaraña  y  como  un  depredador,  alza  los  brazos  para  rodear  esos  hombros  anchos.  -  —Baila  conmigo  —  -a  música  se  escucha  apagada  por  la  distancia  entre  ellos  y  la  fiesta  real,  pero  está  seguro  que  no  necesita  música  para  sentir  las  manos  del  otro  en  su  cuerpo. 

[karasu-sama]

Feliz día del padre.

Feliz dia pa.

Algo personal que nunca leera, pero necesitaba expresar. Perdonen por la amargura en un dia tan especial. Espero que todos la pasaran muy lindo hoy, este 16 de Jun. ⭐

Noches oscuras, donde mi oyente brilla en el cielo. Hablando con la luna. ¿Quieres oírme?

.

Feliz día. Un día...

Una vida, un sueño donde siempre te ahogas.

Feliz día, a pesar de las lágrimas que me causas, pero nunca miras.

Feliz día, a pesar de mi frustración cuando te entiendo, pero me destruyes.

Feliz día, a pesar de las diferencias y similitudes que tenemos, a pesar de que sean negativas, en este día veo lo bueno.

Decido hacerlo, por mí, por ti.

Esos momentos que disfruto riéndome y jodiendo con tu ironía. Junto a ti.

Esos momentos donde concordamos en nuestras ideas y me siento entendido, aunque no dure tanto como quisiera.

Sé que tu enojo es reflejo de tu dolor. No es culpa mía, no es hacia mí.

A pesar de enojarme, odiarte, maldecirte.

Pa, yo te amo y eso es lo que más me lastima.

Sé que también te lastimo, con mis palabras e indiferencia, con mi verdad. Como tu cinismo cuando me juzgas o te victimizas.

No te puedo culpar por ser como eres, ni por los momentos feos. Este día, prefiero pensarte en tus días blancos.

Donde decides ser parte de mi vida de forma genuina y dejas de lado tu alcohol para estar conmigo.

Espero conocer más de ti, de tú yo vulnerable. Cuando eras un niño. Antes de que te me escapes y solo me queden recuerdos negros.

[Karasu-sama]

[sissy-frydda]

My uncle took me to the Burlesque house in the village, run by Frau Helga, a beautiful German girl maybe 50 years old.

"Miss Helga, I want you to make a little man out of my nephew, call me when you're done" was all my uncle said. And there I was, alone with that beautiful woman, knowing that I was going to have sex.

FH:"Come with me honey" he told me and took me by the hand. "Frau Helga knows what boys like"

I: "My uncle brought me because I'm a fag, Miss Helga", I said embarrassed.

FH:"Don't worry honey, you're going to enjoy today" and she began to undress until she was left in panties, a bra, and a garter belt. I took off all my boy clothes and there I waited. Frau Helga took on a corset, open crotch panties and black stockings.

FH: "Come here love, this will fit you perfectly" My erection was such that I couldn't hide my cock in my panties and then she made me lie down on the bed, I He spread his legs wide and told me "Close your eyes" His tongue began to play with my sensitive balls, my erect penis was held by his hand. His tongue went down my ass and a whore moan escaped me. "Ahh I see... Let's try this..." out of nowhere a beautiful purple vibrator appeared on the scene and its glans began to dilate my tail. I released another moan and she let me in, it was devilishly lubricated and it kept invading me. She settled between my legs and I rested the base of the vibrator on her pubis so that she felt like she was in charge. "Enjoy it baby, so feel it... And look into my eyes" she affirmed her vibrator on me and took my penis firmly, I fixed my eyes on hers and let me go in powerful spurts of semen while I moaned with pleasure with my ass full of woman's penis.

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Mi tío me llevó a la casa de Burlesque del pueblo, la administra Frau Helga, una hermosa alemana de unos 50 años tal vez.

"Señorita Helga, quiero que haga de mi sobrino todo un hombrecito, llámeme cuando termine" fue todo lo que dijo mi tio. Y allí quedé, solo con aquella bellísima mujer, sabiendo que iba a tener sexo.

FH: "Ven conmigo cariño" me dijo y me tomo de la mano. "Frau Helga sabe lo que le gusta a los chicos"

YO: mi tío me trajo porque que soy marica Señorita Helga, dije con vergüenza.

FH: "No te preocupes cariño, hoy vas a gozar" y comenzó a desvestirse hasta quedar en panties, brassier y portaligas. Yo me quite toda mi ropa de chico y allí esperé. Frau Helga tomó un corset, bragas abiertas en la entrepierna y medias negras, "Ven aquí amor, esto te va a quedar perfecto" Mi ereccion era tal que no podía esconder mi verga en la braga y entonces me hizo recostar en la cama, me abrió bien las piernas y me dijo "Cierra los ojos" Su lengua comenzó a jugar con mis bolas sensibles, mi pene erguido era sujetado por su mano. Su lengua bajó a mi culo y se me escapó un gemido de puta. "Ahh ya veo... Probemos con esto..." de la nada apareció un hermoso vibrador morado en la escena y su glande comenzó a dilatar mi cola. Lance otro gemido y ella me lo hizo entrar, estaba diabolicamente lubricado no dejaba de invadirme. Ella se acomodó entre mis piernas y apoyo la base del vibrador en su pubis de forma que se sintiera que estaba a cargo. "Gozalo bebé, así sientelo... Y mírame a los ojos" ella afirmó su vibrador en mi y tomo mi pene con firmeza, yo clave mis ojos en los suyos y me deje ir en poderosos chorros de semen mientras gemia de placer con mi culo lleno de pene de mujer.