#Pablo Di Si

[pier-carlo-universe]

"Più non si incanteranno i miei occhi nei tuoi" di Pablo Neruda: Un addio struggente all'amore perduto. Recensione di Alessandria today

Un viaggio poetico attraverso l’amore e la perdita, dove il dolore e la nostalgia si fondono in un abbraccio eterno.

Un viaggio poetico attraverso l’amore e la perdita, dove il dolore e la nostalgia si fondono in un abbraccio eterno. La poesia “Più non si incanteranno i miei occhi nei tuoi” di Pablo Neruda rappresenta un inno alla fine di un amore e al dolore che ne deriva. Attraverso i suoi versi, Neruda esplora l’intimità della separazione, ma anche la persistenza dei sentimenti, che continuano a vivere…

[httpsdana]

heyyy

i saw your last post and i have an idea, what about the reader having a bad past with birthdays and she didn't have birthdays since 12yo ( or anything anyway :))) ) then pablo will do to her a birthday surprise after he knew it...

20 Presents for 20th Birthday~Pablo Gavi

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Birthdays were never y/n's favorite events. Especially not her own birthday. She hadn't celebrated her birthday since she was 12. Her parents always celebrated her birthday, until her father died, and her mother never spoke to her after that, never even telling her happy birthday.

So ever since she turned 12,she had lived with her aunt, who also made sure to not celebrate her niece's birthday.

After Pablo found out about her bad experience with birthdays, he wanted to make sure her 20th birthday is one to remember.

y/n woke up in the morning, remembering that she had turned 20. As usual, she didn't expect anyone to remember her birthday. She opened her phone, only for the messages to come flooding. She was surprised, but smiled at the thoughtfulness of Gavi's friends, who are her only friends

Pedri : happy birthday y/n! have an amazing day 💖

Fermin: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIL SIS. I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR DAY 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Lamine Yamal: happy birthday mom 🫶🏼

Alejandro Balde: happy birthday little one! enjoy your day to the max 🥳

Aurora💋: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL. I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN ❤️😍 MOM AND DAD SAY HI 😁

She felt her eyes tearing up at the sweet messages from her friends. They already made her day better when she was in a gloomy mood at the thought of that day. That's when she came across the message that made her cry.

Pablito❤️: happy birthday to my sweet beautiful girlfriend. I'm gonna make sure you have the best day ever. I love you so so so much baby. now get ready to receive your 20 gifts for your 20th birthday ❤️❤️

She replied to all the messages, smiling gratefully at the friends she has gained because of her boyfriend. After that, she got up and entered the bathroom pf her bedroom. She was met with a sticky note on her mirror.

Your skin deserves as much love and care as you give to everyone around you. I hope this helps keep your glow as radiant as your smile.

She smiled, looking at the cute box that was on the bathroom counter. She opened it and saw all the skin care products that were there. All the expensive things she had put on her wishlist previously.

After doing her skin care routine, she changed out of her PJs and left to the kitchen.

A chocolate box was waiting for her on the kitchen counter. She smiled as she read the note on it.

Each piece in this box is as rich and delightful as the moments we share. I hope you enjoy every bite my love

She felt herself blushing at his sweetness, opening the box to see all the cute chocolate bites that were there. She ate a few pieces as she drank her coffee and wondered what Pablo had also planned out. She still couldn't believe he got her 20 gifts.

She walked to the living room to continue her tour around the house, and was met with a brand new stylish handbag on the coffee table. She admired the bag, then opened it to see it's inside, only to notice a designer perfume inside, a luxury fragrance she's been wanting. With also another note.

Just like this bag carries all your essentials, may this perfume add a touch of elegance to your every day. Enjoy both as a little reminder of how much you mean to me.

She shook her head with a smile, already feeling bad and how much all this must've costed him.

y/n thought that maybe the gifts in her apartment were over, only for her to receive a message from Pablo.

Pablito❤️: you've got a few more gifts at your apartment, before Pedri picks you up for your next destination

She smiled at the message replying with a thank you for everything he had gotten her and saying he didn't have to. She went to her closet to get ready. She didn't know what to wear, but when she opened the closet, she was met with the new barca jersey, the number 6 on the back and her name printed out on the top.

Wear this jersey with pride and remember that I'm always cheering you on, no matter where you go. Can't wait to see you in it.

She grinned happily, admiring the beautiful jersey in front on her. She was always a barca fan, so receiving a jersey that has her name and Pablo's number meant the world to her.

She paired the jersey up with some wide jeans. After getting ready, she received a message from Pedri saying that he's gonna be outside her door in a few minutes.

As she was putting on her choose, something on the small table, where they put their keys, caught her attention.

Her jaw dropped when she saw the polaroid camera there, also with a note.

Capture every special moment of this day with this camera and let each photo be a snapshot of our beautiful memories together.

She beamed at the sweet message, putting the camera in her bag and heading out. She saw Pedri in his car there, a smile on his face.

She got in the car next to him and he greeted her.

"hey you. happy birthday" he said sweetly, making her smile

"thank you Pedri. now where are we going?" she asked, putting on her seatbelt.

"we are going to the stadium now" he said, starting the car.

"oh and before we move, make sure to wear these sunglasses so the sun doesn't burn your eyes" Pedri gave her a small bag.

She opened it, seeing the beautiful sunglasses inside. She smiled and put them on, before Pedri started his drive.

The drive was silent, and when they arrived y/n was about to open the door, before Pedri stopped her.

He gave her a small paper, and when she looked at it she saw that it was a voucher, for her favorite spa.

"make sure to enjoy your day at the spa whenever you want. it's available for the next two weeks" he smile.

"thank you Pedri" she said genuinely making him smile

"it's not me who you should thank. plus it's your birthday. now go don't be late" he ushered her out of his car.

She got out of the car and made her way inside the stadium.

As she started her walk, one of the staff member came by her side. She gave her a big bouquet of roses, her favorite flowers, and told her to follow her.

She walked behind her, the bouquet still in her hand. At the beginning of the hallway, she was met by Lamine.

"y/n! happy birthday" he exclaimed, giving her a small hug.

"thank you son" she joked, making him laugh.

Suddenly, he pulled a small bag from behind him, giving it to y/n

"from gavi" he said. She smiled gratefully, handing him the bouquet so she can open it.

She saw a box in the bag, seemingly a jewelry box. She opened it, and was met with some of her all time favorite lyrics.

I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me

She giggled silently, removing the paper, and seeing the gorgeous gold necklace, that had the letter P on it.

Lamine helped her put her necklace on, before handing her the bouquet. She continued her walk with the staff member.

Until she was then met by Fermin.

"here's the birthday girl. how has your day been?" he asked, giving her a hug.

"it's been amazing." she answered.

He also pulled a back from behind him, giving it to y/n. She opened the box inside, and saw a gorgeous bracelet. It had her initial on it, but when she looked at the back of it, she noticed the date of hers and Pablo's anniversary on the back.

"that's adorable" she mumbled, putting the gold bracelet on.

"you gotta go now. I'll see you tonight" Fermin waved at her, before leaving her and the staff

tonight? that's weird

They walked more down the hallway, and finally they reached the pitch. The staff told y/n to walk a bit and she'll know what to do next.

y/n walked alone on the pitch, until she saw a familiar figure standing there. When she noticed it was Pablo, she placed the bouquet on the grass and ran into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, while he lifted her of the ground by hugging her waist.

"I love you so much" she mumbled into his neck. He placed her down on the floor, holding her face in his hands

"did you like my gifts?" he asked softly, his voice holding adoration and love

"like them? I loved them Pablo. you shouldn't have done all that" she said, feeling guilty once again about the money he spent

He shook his head nonchalantly.

"don't be silly. that's the least I could do to make up all the birthdays of the past." he said, making her smile.

She leaned in and connected their lips into a passionate kiss, that they only pulled away from when they needed some air.

"come on you still have, how many gifts? nine?" he said, making her laugh

"20 gifts is a lot Gavi. you really shouldn't have" she said, making him sigh.

"just shut up. if it makes you better, I didn't pay for all of them yet" he said, making her confused.

"well I haven't payed for the restaurant we're having dinner at tomorrow. I haven't booked our trip to Greece yet. Also we haven't gotten our outfits for the Taylor Swift concert in Miami-" he was interrupted by her squeal

"we're gonna see Taylor Swift?!" she almost screamed making him laugh

"yes we are" he nodded, making her jump again into his arms

"I love you so so so much" she said quickly, while he kissed her temple

"I love you more, now come on we have to go shopping for your birthday party tonight" he said.

[einaudis]

(...) Cuando Susy murió en sus brazos, Nando no pudo derramar una sola lágrima, aunque nunca en su vida experimentó una sensación tan desoladora (...) A partir de entonces, con su mundo desbaratado, Nando comprendió que debía comenzar a construirlo de nuevo. Como no había vivido los primeros días de aclimatación a la montaña, lo suyo fue súbito y fulminante: "Nadie vendrá por nosotros, estamos solos". Tambaleándose, encorvado, y arrastrando los pies, salió afuera del fuselaje. Moncho Sabella lo miró sorprendido. Nando observó las montañas insondables, con rocas grises y negras incrustadas aquí y allá: "Hay que irse", balbuceó. Moncho creyó que estaba delirando. (...) (...) Nando Parrado se focalizó en una sola idea, que ya venía elaborando desde tiempo atrás: salir caminando cuanto antes (…) sentía cada vez más intensamente una imperiosa necesidad de huir del fuselaje, para acompañar a su padre. Él lo vivía como una fuga. Sabía claramente que si pensaba en todo lo que había perdido (su madre, su hermana, sus amigos) no lo lograría. Entonces decidió abroquelarse y convertirse en un animal acorralado que quiere escapar. *** (...) When Susy died in his arms, Nando could not shed a single tear, although he had never in his life experienced such a desolate feeling (...) From then on, with his world in shambles, Nando understood that he had to start building it again. As he had not lived through the first days of acclimatization to the mountain, his decision was sudden and fulminating: "Nobody will come for us, we are alone". Staggering, hunched over, and shuffling his feet, he stepped out of the fuselage. Moncho Sabella looked at him in surprise. Nando looked at the unfathomable mountains, with gray and black rocks embedded here and there. "We have to leave", he stammered. Moncho thought he was delirious. (...) (...) Nando Parrado focused on a single idea, which he had been working on for some time: to walk away as soon as possible (…) he felt more and more intensely an imperious need to flee from the fuselage, to accompany his father. He experienced it as an escape. He knew clearly that if he thought of all that he had lost (his mother, his sister, his friends), he would not make it. So he decided to buckle up and become a cornered animal that wants to escape. LA SOCIEDAD DE LA NIEVE (2008) - PABLO VIERCI

Hay varias razones que me motivaron o me influyeron para preparar mi huida con tanta angustia y premura. Yo podía ver el guión de la película completa, y sabía que más tarde o más temprano se terminarían los cuerpos y tendríamos que usar el de mi madre y mi hermana. Imposible. Había que huir antes que eso sucediera. Después estaba mi padre, que pensó que había perdido a toda su familia en la montaña, pero como yo estaba vivo, tenía que regresar para decírselo. En una situación tan desmesurada, en lo único que podía pensar era en mi familia. No existía otro objetivo. Mi padre y mi hermana mayor eran la familia que me quedaba. *** There are several reasons that motivated or influenced me to prepare my escape with such anguish and haste. I could see the script of the completed film, and I knew that sooner or later we would run out of bodies and we would have to use my mother's and my sister's. Impossible. We had to run away before that happened. Then there was my father, who thought he had lost his whole family on the mountain, but since I was alive, I had to go back to tell him. In such an unconscionable situation, all I could think about was my family. There was no other goal. My father and my older sister were the family I had left. FERNANDO PARRADO (LA SOCIEDAD DE LA NIEVE - PABLO VIERCI (2008))

LA SOCIEDAD DE LA NIEVE | SOCIETY OF THE SNOW (2023) dir. J. A. BAYONA

[angelap3]

Grande Pablo Neruda:

Muore lentamente..

Chi non viaggia..

Chi non legge..

Chi non ascolta la musica..

Chi non è bravo a farsi guidare dai suoi occhi..

Muore lentamente..

Chi diventa schiavo dell'abitudine..

Chi usa la stessa strada ogni giorno?

Colui che non cambia mai le sue abitudini..

Chi non rischia di cambiare il colore dei suoi vestiti..

Oppure qualcuno che non parla con una persona sconosciuta..

Muore lentamente..

Chi evita la passione..

Un turbinio di sentimenti..

Quelli che fanno tornare la scintilla agli occhi..

Muore lentamente..

Chi non cambia direzione quando si sente apatico nel lavoro o nell'amore..

Chi non rischia per realizzare i sogni..

Chi non ha provato nemmeno una volta nella vita a ribellarsi ai consigli..

Vivi la tua vita

Non privarti della felicità

Pablo Neruda❤️

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 2 Group A Match 1

expand for propaganda ↓ (wall of text warning)

Thom Yorke:

"what other musician has a five minute compilation of his moans on stage ? yeah? no one? i thought so. vote thom yorke for my well being"

"He wrote all I need. (sexiest song ever written)"

"He made out with BOTH of the Greenwood brothers (damn)"

"Three Radiohead albums are on the top 10 highest rated album of all time, therefore his cock is massive"

"Vote him please or I will cry - microwave anon"

"I actually do have a locket with his face in it. I wear it everywhere 🙂"

"He was too hot in his Pablo Honey era cant change my mind🗣️🗣️🗣️"

"I just love him so much. He's such a cutie I want to put him in my pocket and take him with me everywhere :)"

"He wrote Spectre (sexy)"

"https://youtu.be/0YuENQZTV0k?si=EM9dx5Ye0bX6Xa4a"

"He would never evade his taxes like SHAKIRA DID."

"I want to meet thom yorke in a a record store where our eyes meet for a split second and we each notice what section the other is looking through and although neither of us is brave enough to start a conversation with the other we go home and fall asleep dreaming of what might have happened if we had gotten up the courage to talk to that cute person in the store and get to know them. I need him so bad it’s appalling"

"He's really cool!! He has had great character development over the years too if you're into that sort of thing. He has a really beautiful soul"

"gotta support grampa"

"hws so fine i want to turn him into a keychain so i can dangle him from my purse & jingle him whenever km bored… i will breath on him until it fogs all over then wipe him with a cloth to keep him clean Like a pair of glasses"

"If he wins I will create the most beautiful victory art you could ever imagine. (My 6th grade graphic design class will finally come in handy)"

"he's got that disease steez hes a flotsam fairy, you can sling him around like those stretchy hands you get in the quarter machine, he'll get mad for a minute but its fine"

"https://pin.it/1v99xvI"

"https://pin.it/4nvY08s"

"Has the voice of an angel"

"I had a dream once that I saw him and Jonny Greenwood walking down the street. I walked up to them and told them how much Radiohead meant to me and asked Thom if he could sign my Pablo Honey CD I had on me for some reason and he pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died. Jonny laughed. 10/10 dream got killed by Thom Yorke"

"He made Let Down in 1997. Shakira could never"

Shakira:

"ITS SHAKIRA SHAKIRA. le lo lo le lo le??? guys come on. do u even care about latinas."

"Shakira is genuinely hotter than most people on earth, so."

"No one else sounds like Shakira. No one else moves like Shakira. (Whether you think that's a compliment or not is up to you.)"

""is anyone even voting for Shakira" ME. I AM."

"She gives me huge Stacy's mom vibe. Like I'd come over to my friend's house not to hang out with them but to talk to their mom about how her divorce makes her feel and so I volunteer to help around the house or anything she needs. I'll take the task of cleaning out the attic with the black widows I'll mow the lawn on a hot summer day so she can offer me a cold drink for my hard work. Sorry I got lost in thought but she was part of my lesbian awakening and I will not take any Shakira slander"

"Shakira literally made me a lesbian <3"

[mucillo]

"L'appuntamento" di Pablo Picasso

"Cwtch"

"Esiste una parola gallese, si chiama cwtch ed è intraducibile in altre lingue.

Significa l'abbraccio in cui ci sentiamo protetti, il posto sicuro che ci dà la persona che ci ama l. È un posto in cui niente ti turba, niente che ti ferisce, niente può colpirti. È un posto speciale, un posto unico che puoi trovare solo tra quelle braccia.

Si chiama Cwtch".

[smokingago]

A volte un abbraccio,

quando il respiro e il battito del cuore diventano tutt’uno,

fissa quell’istante magico nell’eterno.

Altre volte ancora un abbraccio, se silenzioso,

fa vibrare l’anima e rivela ciò che ancora non si sa

o si ha paura di sapere.

Ma il più delle volte un abbraccio

è staccare un pezzettino di sé

per donarlo all’altro

affinché possa continuare il proprio cammino meno solo.

Pablo Neruda

[lover-222]

Shut Up and Love Me (Pablo Gavi)

...

"NO PABLO! it's done i'm sick and tired of you. you're always a jealous mess and always trying to control me. i can't help it if men look my way. i've told you many fucking times i love you and only you. i don't know why you can't believe me!!" y/n yelled, tears streamed down her face.

"BUT-I I CLEARLY SAW HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU AND YOU LET HIM Y/N!! YOURE MY GIRLFRIEND NOT THEIRS. YOU LET THEM FLIRT WITH YOU" gavi said as he furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"look gavi it's done it's fucking over. grow the fuck up, talk to me when you're done being a jealous overprotective asshole" she told him and got out of his car.

_____

at the barça vs atlético madrid game

the game was just 1 month after y/n and gavi's breakup. she was a mess, her eyes were puffy and hair was all over the place. she had been living in one of gavi's hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. although she decided to support the team and she wasn't going to let gavi have the satisfaction.

she was a strong woman, there are plenty of men who could treat her better than he did. another reason was pedri. he truly was like an older brother to her, she wanted to go support him. although he had also gone to her house to basically drag her to go and to motivate her.

"vamos hermana, tú ni le hagas caso al tío. vas a venir por mi y para verme jugar" pedri smiled at her while moving her arms. (c'mon sister, don't even pay attention to him, you're going to come for me and watch me play)

"pedri i don't even have a jersey that doesn't have his name on the back" she rolled her eyes.

"i came prepared don't worry look at this" he smiled at her as he pulled out a barça jersey with pedri's name and number. he played around and moved his hands as he showed her the jersey.

"pedrito what am i going to do without you" she laughed and grabbed it from from his hands.

"probably rot in this room alone" pedri laughed.

"cállate tonto" she laughed and went to get ready. (shut up dumbass)

"okay i'm ready pedrooooo!!!!" she yelled.

"i'm right here literally no need to yell y/n" he said playfully annoyed.

surprisingly y/n got ready on perfect timing since pedri had to be at camp nou like an hour before the game. on the ride there they listened to y/n's playlist which was filled with reggueton music. pedri liked to see her jam out and finally smile. after what happened with gavi, he felt like she lost herself.

best part by daniel caesar started playing. y/n's laugh died down and her smiled dropped. the clouds started to block the sun a bit, and it started to to drizzle outside.

"you got to be fucking kidding me" she sighed.

"what's wrong?" pedri looked at her.

"this is our song, fuck i hate him but at the same time i miss him so much" y/n said as her eyes got teary eyed.

*flashback*

'where you go i follow, no matter how far'

"are you sure? i really don't want you to leave just for me y/n" gavi said worried.

"mi amor i'll go to the end of the world with you" she replied.

she left mexico and moved to barcelona for him because she loved him. it took time for her to adjust to spain but it worked out somehow.

"not homesick yet mi vida?" the brown eyed boy asked.

"a little bit but you're my home pablo, i just need you by my side and i'll be perfectly fine. you make me feel at ease. all my worries go away when i'm with you" y/n looked up at him, he looked amazing in the golden sunlight.

*flashback over*

"i know he was the reason you moved here but you on your own accomplished many things. you finished university here and got a modeling job, your also making your own clothes" pedri cheered you up.

"yeah i just miss him, but you're right i'm a fucking badass without him" she smiled.

they pulled up to camp nou, they parked the car and went in. the stadium was starting to fill.

"bueno te veo después del partido nena ya sabes dónde ir" pedri said.(you know where to go, i'll see you after the game)

"si, suerte predrito anota muchos goles por mi" she laughed.

(yes, good luck pedrito score many goals for me)

pedri left and she went to the seats that were designated for the wives and family members of the team. there was a particular seat she sat in when she would come see gavi. although that seat was already taken, she was beautiful; she had short blonde hair and her make-up was flawless.

y/n sat down 3 seats away from her. as soon as she sat down the other girl notice her. her piercing green eyes looked into y/n brown eyes. they exchanged a friendly hi and hello.

once the game started y/n started cheering for pedri every time he had the ball or got near to scoring a goal. although something caugh her off guard when gavi scored a goal.

"eso mi amor !!!!!" the blonde girl yelled.

that's when she notice the blonde girl's jersey... 'gavi 6'.

gavi's pov

i knew i fucked up, messed up so bad. i got carried away with my overprotection. i need to learn how to control my anger and jealousy. i knew i fucked up, after the breakup i lost myself. i partied every chance i got, and over worked myself.

while clubbing, i met laura; she was there to somewhat relieve my pain. we started hooking up, drinking together, as well as going out. the thing was that i didn't love her as much as i loved y/n, i don't think i ever will love someone as her.

i really did want to get back with y/n but i dug a hole too deep with laura. now we're dating? but i know i'm using her as a rebound.

during the match i scored the first goal. i ran with my team to celebrate my goal and looked at the crowd. my eyes gazed through the designated area where the family members were. the spot where y/n always sat in was used by laura.

my smile left, she wasn't there. she was sitting down on her phone. not even paying attention to my goal. i want her back desperately bad.

he could see that joao felix got her attention. her gaze was strong and alluring. she looked at him as he fixed his sweaty hair and drank water during half time.

that's what sparked his jealousy once again. joao felix had the ball and i ran up to him as fast as i could and pushed him down. maybe i should control my anger issues? or not.

___

the game ended 3-1, gavi and pedri scored goals. they finally let the wife's and family come down to the field. gavi was a sweaty mess, it could've been because of the game or the jealousy that made his blood boil. pedri saw y/n coming down and approaching him.

"hermanitoo!! you did so good pedri that goal was majestic bro" she laughed then him.

"i know right!! i was kind of nervous for today's game though, i think it was because of your guys' breakup. although good thing it didn't affect my relationship with him in the field" pedri smiled.

"aye pero me presentas al joao no? se cae de bueno el tio ese " y/n playfully told pedri as she wiggled her eyebrows and looked at joao who was behind pedri.

 (introduce me to joao he's so hot)

"bueno vamos loca, ey pero si viste como te mataba con la mirada gavi cuando mirabas al otro tio?" he asked her.

 (okay fine crazy, he could've killed you with the way he was looking at you)

"siiii pero me hice la tonta y no vi a gavi, bueno ya presentame con joao andale pedriii. se me cupido porfa!!" y/n tugged on pedri's shoulder.

(yess, but i ignored him, cmon introduce me to joao cmon pedri. be my cupid please)

he laughed and ruffled her hair, although he did agree. pedri came up to joao felix and introduced y/n to him. y/n thought he was attractive, he did as well. he loved her smile and laugh. pedri left, joao and y/n were still talking and it seemed like they really did hit it off. although y/n felt someone staring at her. she noticed his figure standing by, his eyebrows were furrowed and a disgusted look was evident.

"he hates me doesn't he?" joao asked her and she shook her head.

"it's just because you're talking to me, he's the ex-boyfriend at the moment"

"aaaa makes more sense, it looks like he's still very into you. are ya'll gonna get back together?"

y/n sighed and looked at gavi, who was now trying to look interested in whatever laura was saying.

"maybe i don't know yet"

"well i'm here if you want to hang out or something as friends...until you make up your mind" he smiled at her.

they exchanged numbers and y/n left with pedri to dinner since he invited her. after dinner, pedri brought her back to her house. she took of her boots, skirt and pedri's jersey. she changed into some black biker shorts and a spain jersey. she proceeded to do her night time routine, taking of her makeup, washing her face, as well as taking off the clips in her hair.

*ding* text message

nene <3 : we need to talk.

y/n: pablo not now

nene <3 : too late i'm outside your house, please y/n just 5 minutes please mi amor

y/n: don't call me that pablo. i'm coming.

y/n looked at the messages, she looked at his contact name. nene, she didn't even change his contact name. she wanted to go outside and run into his arms, she wanted to hug him so tight that he'd run out of air. she missed him so dearly it was unreal. but no she had to be strong. there he was leaning on his car, he opened the door for her. she rolled her eyes but got in.

"go you have five minutes" she looked ahead, not even looking at him. if she did she would definitely tear down her walls.

"I know that i'm a jealous jerk y/n and i feel ashamed of it. all i wanted to do was to protect you, but i know that with my jealousy i overreacted and got ahead of things. i am truly sorry, you have no idea how much i regret having that argument with you. i miss you y/n, every night, every morning, every single day; i miss you. i know that i'm not worthy of your love, and if you don't want to take me back it's ok with me. you deserve someone way better than me, and who will treat you better" gavi said with tears in his eyes.

"what about laura?" she said.

"i broke up with her after the game, i was honest with her. she's someone i met while we were broken up. but i just want you y/n nobody else" he said

she finally got the courage to look him in the eyes. god she missed his chocolate brown eyes, they were puffy and red from crying. she looked at him and his beautiful complexion.

"promise?" she asked him with a smile.

"i promise, i'm done being a being a jealous overprotective asshole as you said" he laughed.

"c'mon let's go inside and cuddle" she said then gave him a desperate kiss.

"me gusta tu camisa" he laughed, she was wearing the jersey he wore in the world cup.

(i like your shirt)

she smiled at him "callate tonto, mejor dame un besito".

 (shut up dumbass and give me a kiss)

they spent their night cuddling and y/n making gavi do a face mask. gavi missed her like crazy, he held her tight and very close to his chest. her scent was sweet, he missed kissing her neck and playing with her hair. y/n traced small shapes on his naked chest, he always slept without a shirt; due to him getting hot when he sleeps. she loved his hands, so firm yet delicate at times. she played with his rings, and looked up at him. he was peaceful, his brown wavy hair fluffed up and swooped to the side, his eyes gleamed.

"le mandamos una foto a pedri???" she asked him and he nodded.

(should we send pedri a picture?)

text messages

y/n: mira quien regresoooo (look who's back)

hermanito: esoooo mis padres!!!!! (my parents !!!)

they both smiled and laughed at pedri, both of them were glad that they fixed their problem. she knew it would have been awkward if they had broken up indefinitely. they didn't want to put pedri in the middle. the couple slept peacefully in eachothers arms and finally got a good rest. both intoxicated with love and their scents.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n:

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[amespeciale]

Sarà come non fossimo mai stati.

Un giorno moriremo entrambi,

l’uno lontano dall’altra,

e nessuno si ricorderà più di noi.

Nessuno.

Nessuno si ricorderà

del nostro tempo insieme,

così breve,

così eternamente breve,

da sembrare una vita.

Un giorno, non ci saremo più,

e chi si ricorderà di noi,

dei nostri primi giorni,

di te, di com’eri fragile e bianca,

e di me, che non parlarne è meglio?

Nessuno.

Un giorno, questo è certo,

non ci saremo più,

e chi potrà ricordarsi

del nostro piccolo mondo insieme,

così caldo, eppure così freddo,

così leggero, eppure così difficile

da levarsi di dosso?

Nessuno.

Solo io e te, ora, possiamo ricordare,

dopo di noi, nessuno.

E sarà come non fossimo mai stati.

Pablo Neruda

[pablogavisgirl]

Broken Love

read part five ➸ here

"Te amo." Gavi blurrted out. (I love you.)

"Que?" (What?) You were well aware, of what he said. Two months ago you would have been over the moon to hear those words come out of his mouth, but now you felt nothing.

You felt numb, staring at his eyes. The same eyes that once gave you butterflies, now made you feel nothing.

"Te amo." (I love you.)

"Para." You said. (Stop.)

"No, Y/n, Te amo, y sí, me llevó mucho tiempo darme cuenta, pero cuando vi esas fotos tuyas y de Pedri-" (No, Y/n, I love you and it took me a long time to realize it, but when I saw the pictures of you and Pedri-)

"Que? ¿Qué fotos?" You asked.

"Las fotos de los dos en la playa". (The photos of you two on the beach) He replied, "No se mostró tu cara, pero vamos, hemos sido mejores amigos desde que nací, sé cómo te ves, sabía que eras tú cuando vi las fotos". (Your face wasn't shown but come on we've been best friends since birth I know what you look like I knew it was you when I saw the pictures.)

"Y joder, me dolió, porque te amo y siento haber tardado tanto en darme cuenta, pero.-" (And fuck, didnit hurt, because I love you and I'm sorry it took me so long to realize but-.)

"Pablo, Por favor, para". (Pablo please stop.) You whispered, "Si solo dices esto por celos, no es agradable". (If you're just saying this because you're jealous, its not nice.) you whispered.

"Lo digo porque es la verdad". (I'm saying this, because its the truth.) He said grabbing your hands guiding you inside your apartment, closing the door behind him.

"No." You choked out sinking into your couch. "No."

"Si, te amo, por favor mirame". He pulled you closer, trying to get you to look up at him.

"Estás siendo malo, Pablo, no juegas con los sentimientos de la gente". (You're being mean, stop Pablo, you don't play with people's feelings.)

"Dijiste que no me amaba, dijiste que solo somos amigos, dejaste de tratar de contactarme, te rendiste". (You said you didn't love me, you said we we're only friends, you stopped trying to reach me you gave up.)You began to ramble all your surpressed feelings coming out.

"Me di por vencido porque no estabas respondiendo a ninguna de mis llamadas o mensajes, no abriste la puerta cuando llamé, pero eso no significa que no te ame, nena por favor, dime que aun mi amas." He begged, his voice slightly cracking. ("I gave up because you weren't answering any of my calls or messages you didn't open the door when I knocked, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. Please tell me you still love me.)

"Pablo te tengo que decir algo..." (Pablo...i have to tell you something...)You whispered not daring to look at him in the eyes. You couldn't look at his face when you broke it to him.

"¡Chica, tienes que empezar a cerrar la puerta con llave! Nunca se sabe quién podría entrar, siento haber tardado tanto, ¡pero bueno, traje pizza!" Isabella's voice ringing throught the apartment. ("Girl you have to start locking your door! You never know who could come in, sorry I took so long but hey I brought pizza!")

"¡Chica! ¿Onta-" Isabella's words stopped as she entered the living room, staring at both you and Gavi.

"Oh, lo siento, no sabía que ibas a hablar con él hoy" She said, slowly backing away an awkward smile plastered on her face. (Oh i'm sorry I didn't known you were going to talk to him today.)

"¿Quieres la pizza?" (Do you want the Pizza?) She said trying to difuse the tension,

"Isa."

"¿Qué? Puedes cortar la tensión con un cuchillo, pero si no quieres la pizza, me la llevo" She laughed. (What? You can cut the tension with a knife, but if you don't want it I'll take it)

"Isabella." You said giving her a stern look, that now was not the time for jokes.

"Ok, vale, sé que cuando no me quieran me iré , y estoy cerrando tu puerta ya que me preocupo por ti y te amo y no quiero que te secuestren". She yelled from the hallway hearing the door click. (Ok ok I know when I'm not wanted I'll be going now, and I'm locking your door since I care about you and love you and don't want you to get kidnapped.)

Gavi laughed at you rolling your eyes, "¿Tenías que decirme algo?". (You had to tell me something?)

Your face dropped, "Si." (Yes)

You bit your tongue, how exactly were you supposed to tell your bestfriend that you're supposed to be in love with that you kiss his bestfriend twice?

"Tu silencio me está asustando." Pablo spoke. You looked into his eyes, they were so pure and innocent, you couldn't tell him, it would destroy him.

"Lo siento". You brought your head down to your hands. (I'm sorry.)

"Hice algo malo, no debería haber dejado que sucediera". You said not daring to come out of the comfort of your hands that were hiding you from his gaze. (I did something bad, I shouldn't have let it happen.)

"Joder Pablo, lo siento." (fuck Pablo I'm sorry.)

"Que paso nena?" He asked growing worried. (what happened?) "Háblame, sabes que puedes decirme cualquier cosa". (talk to me you know you can tell me anything)

"Me vas a odiar". You said bringing your head up to face him, light tears rolling down your cheeks. (You're going to hate me.)

"Nunca puedo odiarte". He said, wiping off your tears. (I could never hate you.)

You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourseld down. Why was this so hard to say? Why was this tearing you apart so much?

You looked into his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes. "Pedri y yo...nos hemos besado dos veces". (Pedri and I...we've kissed twice.) You closed your eyes, not daring to look at his.

He felt his heart drop. Maybe he heard you wrong?

"¿Qué dijiste?" He asked his voice trembling scared for your answer. You lifted your head up staring at him. (What did you say?)

"Pedri y yo nos besamos... dos veces." You repeated, this time he closed his eyes. Not daring to open them, he was scared that once he looked at you he would break.

The silence was eating you up, he just kept his eyes closed. His leg began to bounce from the nerves, the anxiety he was getting.

"Estás mintiendo". He mumbled, his voice cracking. His two bestfriends, the two people closest to him betrayed him.

But could he be mad at you? Of course not, he broke your heart, he denied your feelings, he broke you in any way shape or form.

And Pedri? He was there to fix what he broke. He put you back together, he was the light at the end of a dark tunnel for you. A dark tunnel that Gavi caused.

He was stupid, he truly was, if he would have realized sooner, if he would have realized sooner that he loved you this could have been avoided.

The heartbreak he put you through the heartbreak he's currently going through could have been avoided.

"Dijiste que me amabas." He choked out, staring at the wall. (You said you loved me.)

"Y lo hago, pero también me gusta Pedri" You admitted hesitant, "No era mi intención enamorarm de él, pero él estaba ahí para mí y.-" (And I do, but I like Pedri. It wasn't my intention to fall for him, he was just always there for me and-)

"Para. No quiero oír más". He was mad, mad at himself. He didn't want to hear how you fell for his bestfriend. And it was his fault that you did. (Stop. I don't want to hear anymore.)

He was to blame.

But he's just a dumb kid, an eighteen year old kid that doesn't know how to to cope with his feelings in the right way.

And now he was paying the consequences.

"Lo siento, de verdad." You sighed. His eyes never meeting yours, "Pablo te amo pero-" (I'm sorry, I really am. Pablo I love you but-)

"Si me hubieras amado, no lo habrías besado". He stood up, walking out of your apartment. The instant flashbacks of the last time he was at your apartment came rushing back. (If you loved me you wouldn't have kissed him.)

The hurt, the pain, the betrayal you felt, instead this time it wasn't you who was feeling it. It was him.

This time it was you feeling what he felt two months ago. Guilt.

Now you wish you would have kept the pizza Isabella bought to give you comfort right now.

Gavi was known for having a bad temper on the field, at training he was more on the calmer side.

But today the rage he felt on the field during a match was taking over him. Everytime he saw Pedri he clenched his jaw, bit his tounge, balled his fist up anything to prevent himself from exploding on him.

Pedri on the other hand was calm, he wasn't aware that Gavi knew. The fact that he could act like nothing happened between him and Y/n and still look Gavi in the eye and pretend to be his bestfriend was sickening.

Every chance he would get he would let his teenage hormones get the best of him and shove Pedri. Hard. Enough for him to realize something was wrong. But not enough for him to realize that Gavi knew.

They had split up into teams, about to play a mini scrimmage. Gavi and Pedri on opposing sides.

The match started off easy, Gavi using this as a way to distract himself to get his anger out.

Fútbol was Gavi's safe place, it made him feel happy, safe, and protected. It might sound dumb to an average person but this was his life. This is something he gets lost in so easily. It's an escape from reality, and that's exactly what he needed right now.

The peace didn't last long however, Pedri stole the ball from him, laughing while he was jogging away with it, "¡Vamos, hermano!". (Come on brother!)

That was what set him off, that was what brought the rage back. It was stupid but at the time it justified what he was feeling, betrayal.

He took off after Pedri, diving for the ball making Pedri loose his balance and go rolling over the field.

Pablo stared as the other players went to see if an aching Pedri was ok. He felt satisfied. He felt satisfied seeing his bestfriend clutch his ankle in pain.

He didn't feel sad, he didn't feel bad, he didn't feel remorse. He felt good, so good in fact he let out a laugh.

A limping Pedri, shooting his head to turn back when he heard the laugh. "¿Cuál es tu problema?" Pedri shouted, limping over. (Whats your problem?)

"Tu." He blurted out catching the attention of the players and coaches. (You.)

"Que?" Pedri laughed confused. (What?)

"Sé lo que hiciste". He raised his voice. (I know what you did.)

"¿Qué hice?" Pedri laughed confused. (What did I do?)

"No te actúes como un tonto, la besaste dos veces". He yelled in frustration, everytime he thought about his lips on yours it set a fire off on him.

"¿Cómo lo sabes?" Pedri asked his eyes going wide. (How do you know?)

¿Qué te parece? Ella me lo dijo. ¿Cómo pudiste hacerme esto?" Gavi stepped closer to Pedri. (How do you think? She told me. How could you do this to me?)

"No te hice nada. Te lo hiciste a ti mismo". He spat limping towards Gavi. "Le rompiste el corazón, ¿crees que se iba a sentar y esperarte? No, ella tiene derecho a seguir adelante." (I didn't do shit to you. You did it to yourself, You broke her heart, you think she was just going to sit and wait for you? No she has the right to move on)

"Pero, ¿por qué tenías que ser tú? ¿Por qué tuviste que besarla?" He yelled. ("But why did it have to be you? Why did you have to kiss her?")

"Ni siquiera me jodas, ella me devolvió el beso". Pedri said. Gavi and Pedri were face to face the anger being radiated off of them was crazy. (Don't even fucking she kissed me back.)

Gavi snapped, he grabbed Pedri by the collar, "Cállate, joder". His voice rose. (Shut the fuck up.)

¿Qué? Es verdad, hermano, y joder, le gustó, No me estaba deteniendo ni siquiera cuando empecé a besarle el cuello". Pedri laughed. (What? It's true brother, and fuck did she like it she wasn't stoping me even when i started kissing her neck.)

"¡Eres un hijo de puta!" (You son of a bitch!) Gavi screamed his anger taking over him, his fist collided with Pedri's face. Pedri stumbling back falling loosing his balance from his ankle being swollen.

Gavi being pulled away by Ferran and Ansu, he wasn't done he was no were near done. He wanted to beat the crap out of him, he wanted all his anger to unleash on him.

Gavi was being yelled at by Pedri profanities being heard, Xavi yelling at both of his star players threatening them that they won't be able to play if they keep acting liks this.

But Gavi didn't care, he felt good about punching Pedri, fucking his ankle up. He let out a smile anger seeping out of it.

He wasn't sorry. He was anything but sorry.

His friendship was already ruined, he couldn't care less.

[coolvieilledentelle]

Je t’aime, Je t’aime d’une manière inexplicable, De nature inavouable, De façon contradictoire.

Je t’aime… Avec mes états d’âmes qui sont nombreux, Et mes changements d’humeurs continuels Pour ce que tu sais déjà. Le temps, la vie, la mort.

Je t’aime… Avec ce monde que je ne comprends pas, Avec ces gens qui ne saisissent rien, Avec l’ambivalence de mon âme, Avec l’incohérence de mes actes, Avec la fatalité du destin, Avec la conspiration du désir, Avec l’ambiguïté des faits. Même quand je dis que je ne t’aime pas, je t’aime. Même si je triche, je ne triche pas, Dans le fond, j’exécute un plan, Pour t’aimer encore mieux.

Je t’aime… Sans réfléchir, inconsciemment, Déraisonnablement, spontanément, Involontairement, instinctivement, Par impulsion, irrationnellement. En effet, je n’ai pas d’arguments logiques, Même improvisés… Pour expliquer cet amour que je ressens pour toi, Qui a émergé mystérieusement de nulle part, Qui magiquement n’a pas été rien, Et qui miraculeusement, d’un peu, avec peu et rien a amélioré le pire qui était en moi.

Je t’aime… Je t’aime avec un corps qui ne pense pas, avec un cœur qui ne raisonne pas, avec une tête qui ne coordonne pas.

Je t’aime incompréhensiblement, Sans m’étonner de pourquoi je t’aime, Sans m’importer de pourquoi je t’aime, Sans me questionner de pourquoi je t’aime.

Je t’aime, tout simplement parce que je t’aime, Même moi je ne sais pourquoi Je t’aime…!!!

Pablo Neruda 

[angelap3]

SE TU MI DIMENTICHI

Voglio che tu sappia

una cosa.

Tu sai com’è questo:

se guardo

la luna di cristallo, il ramo rosso

del lento autunno alla mia finestra,

se tocco

vicino al fuoco

l’impalpabile cenere

o il rugoso corpo della legna,

tutto mi conduce a te,

come se tutto ciò che esiste,

aromi, luce, metalli,

fossero piccole navi che vanno

verso le tue isole che m’attendono.

Orbene,

se a poco a poco cessi di amarmi

cesserò d’amarti poco a poco.

Se d’improvviso

mi dimentichi

non cercarmi,

ché già ti avrò dimenticata.

Se consideri lungo e pazzo

il vento di bandiere

che passa per la mia vita

e ti decidi

a lasciarmi sulla riva

del cuore in cui affondo le radici,

pensa

che in quel giorno,

in quell’ora,

leverò in alto le braccia

e le mie radici usciranno

a cercare altra terra.

Ma

se ogni giorno,

ogni ora

senti che a me sei destinata

con dolcezza implacabile.

Se ogni giorno sale

alle tue labbra un fiore a cercarmi,

ahi, amore mio, ahi mia,

in me tutto quel fuoco si ripete,

in me nulla si spegne né si oblia,

il mio amore si nutre del tuo amore, amata,

e finché tu vivrai starà tra le tue braccia

senza uscir dalle mie.

Pablo Neruda

Parral, 12 luglio 1904 – Santiago del Cile, 23 settembre 1973

da “I versi del Capitano

.....e.quando ti diranno che ti ho dimenticato anche se saro' io a dirlo....quando te lo diro'..... ti prego nn credermi....

Pablo Neruda & Matilde Urrutia

[camisoledadparis]

Soumission & Domination 335

Le tatouage d'Emma, nouveau plan pour Amaury

Début Janvier, j'emmène Emma chez mon tatoueur. Il est surpris de savoir que cette encore jeune femme est ma mère. Pour définir le travail à faire, elle se met quasiment nue puisque le dragon partira du sillon entre ses deux fesses jusqu'à son sein droit. Le tatoueur admire la plastique irréprochable d'Emma. Je crois bien que ça le fait même bander ! Je me dénude à ses côtés et lui dis que ce que nous voulons c'est le même mais qui passe sur la taille d'Emma avant de remonter vers son sein. Donc ce sera le même dragon mais dans une autre position. Le tatoueur souligne que le passage sur le flanc d'Emma va être douloureux pour elle. Cette partie du corps est fortement innervée, c'est bien pour ça que les chatouillis y sont pratiqués. Et sur les côtes, la faible masse musculaire qui les recouvre amortie peu les sensations des aiguilles. Emma balaye d'un geste ces considérations. Elle lui demande juste de faire tenir la " bête " dans les délimitations de son maillot une pièce. Pour cela elle enfile celui qu'elle avait amené pour qu'il se rende compte. Il la prend en photo et mesure les dimensions de la partie couverte. Il prend en photo aussi mon dragon car il ne garde pas les documents propres à chaque tatouage afin de ne faire que des oeuvres différentes. Je suis le premier à lui avoir demandé une réduction de mon dragon pour l'épaule de Marc et une nouvelle mouture pour Emma.

Une semaine plus tard, il nous téléphone de venir voir son travail. Il nous présente deux versions. La première avec la tête du dragon entre les seins mais du coup elle sort de la zone couverte, la seconde, à l'aide d'une torsion supplémentaire de son corps place la tête du dragon sur les côtes avec sa gueule ouverte autour du téton. Cette deuxième version entre dans les critères mais rend quand même moins bien. Dans les deux cas, la tête du dragon est déformée par le galbe du sein. Emma s'en rend compte et est un peu déçue du résultat. C'est à ce moment-là que le tatoueur sort un troisième projet. Il a placé la bestiole comme sur ma propre peau en dégageant un peu plus le cou d'Emma pour permettre des décolletés larges. Le corps du dragon passe en partie sur l'épaule et de l'autre côté, la patte, qui sur moi s'agrippe à ma clavicule gauche, là, lui enserre l'autre épaule. Le résultat est nettement plus lisible, la tête trouvant sa place sur l'aplat au-dessus du sein.

Des trois, c'est le plus beau des placements. Emma n'hésite pas longtemps même si quelques soit le maillot de bain, à moins de revenir à ceux du début XXème siècle, il sera impossible de le cacher. Elle choisit la troisième proposition. Il avait prévu cette éventualité et le calque est prêt. C'est au transfert que l'on peut se rendre vraiment compte. Le tracé laisse effectivement le cou d'Emma bien dégagé, suffisamment pour les décolletés qu'elle porte en publique.

Nous sortons de la séance avec le tracé noir totalement réalisé et un rendez-vous deux semaines plus tard pour la colorisation. Je l'accompagne encore d'autant plus que pour faire un sosie de mon dragon, il vaut mieux que le tatoueur l'ait sous les yeux. Le résultat quelques heures plus tard est parfait. Puis il est recouvert de cicatrisant puis de film alimentaire. Emma à l'air d'une momie ! Je la reconduis chez elle. Elle est assez fatiguée d'avoir combattu la douleur pendant autant de temps. Je la confie à Pablo pour les jours à venir. Heureusement qu'avec lui elle a plus qu'un simple cuisinier. Elle sait qu'elle peut lui demander plus (sans sexe) sans qu'elle soit jugée. Moi, je sais qu'il va prendre soin de sa cicatrisation et l'enduire deux fois par jour de Cicatryl. Après moi, il est le premier à voir le tatouage. Il le trouve superbe et trouve les modifications par rapport au mien sans effets néfastes. Elle cicatrise vite et dès le 10ème jour, après contrôle par le tatoueur, elle est autorisée à laisser tomber le cicatrisant. Son habitude de s'hydrater la peau suffira. Les couleurs brillent, elle est superbe. Nous fêtons ça par une soirée chez elle, PH, Ludovic et moi. Depuis 25 jours qu'elle n'avait fait l'amour, c'est elle qui nous a mis sur les genoux et tous les trois !

Mes deux acolytes trouvent le tatouage superbe et je vais avoir du mal à les retenir d'y passer aussi.

Ludovic qui déjà adorait s'écraser sur mon dos pour coller mon dragon et essayer en vain de prendre sa position, trouve ça plus facile sur Emma. C'est évident, elle est plus petite que moi plus une poitrine plus " développée " et du coup il arrive à lui prendre le téton entre les dents ! Un par un ou ensemble, nous la pénétrons pour calmer sa faim de sexe. Ernesto étant absent, j'aurais dû anticiper et demander à Jona et François de nous rejoindre. Peut-être qu'à 5 nous aurions réussi à satisfaire complètement. Là, nous l'avons finie à l'aide de godes.

Bon, elle n'a pas regretté quand même. Nous avons réussi quand même à la maintenir presque une demi-heure d'heure d'affilé au sommet de la jouissance par une triple prise : 1 anale et 2 vaginales. Explications : - Moi sur le dos ma bite enfoncée dans son anus, Emma couchés sur    mon torse, - Ludovic la sienne dans la chatte, ses jambes de chaque côté de nos tailles pour dégager au maximum l'espace entre nous deux, de plus la position le maintien enfoncé au maxi dans Emma, - PH debout, ses jambes de chaque côté des miennes, a donc la place d'enfoncer son gland à côté de celui de Ludovic. Le résultat : je suis super comprimé par les deux queues qui prennent de la place dans le ventre et sans avoir à bouger, l'excitation reste permanente par les va et vient de PH. C'est pareil pour Ludovic qui bénéficie en direct de PH.

Nous en sortons exténués et vidés pour un moment ! Mais Emma elle a trouvé cela trop bon. Je suis sûr qu'elle imagine ce que cela donnerais avec les 24x6 d'Ernesto en remplacement d'un de nous. Par contre, deux dans chacun de ses trous ça va être impossible à faire !

Le matin qui a suivi cette nuit de folie, Pablo nous avait préparé un petit déjeuner roboratif. Après avoir avalé de quoi nourrir un régiment entier revenant d'opération sur le terrain, nous sommes partis en cours chacun de son côté. J'ai somnolé une bonne partie de la matinée. Evidement je me suis fait moquer par Morgan et Amaury qui se demandent bien ce que j'ai pu faire la nuit précédente.

Amaury me prend à part et me demande quand il aura droit à un nouveau plan hard multi partenaire. Il me dit d'en parler avec Samir. Je fais le point avec ce dernier. Il me dit qu'effectivement, même si Ammed devient dominateur avec lui sur Amaury, il voit bien que ce dernier demande plus. Pas dans le remplissage de sa rondelle, ça ils y arrivent sans peine, leurs deux bites de 19.5 x 6 et 19.2x5.6, réunies ensemble assurent. Les séances de godage et même de fist le font jouir surtout quand sa bite est contrainte dans sa cage. Mais c'est le côté psy qui pêche de temps en temps. Il recherche le service " vidage de bite par tous ses trous " qui lui apporte l'avilissement total dont il a besoin. 

Mes clients habituels sont trop proprets pour arriver à lui faire passer ce genre de sensation. En plus, je ne voudrais pas qu'ils reproduisent ça sur mes Escorts " classiques ". Je charge Samir de rechercher qui pourrait satisfaire la demande de mon Escort particulier.

Il met une semaine pour me trouver plusieurs options.

Larvage en cave dans la cité craignos du coin. Là une bonne quantité de jeunes Beurs et blacks en manque de meufs pourrait faire l'affaire mais le rapport sera faible et les risques de dérapage importants.

Le faire taffer un soir en foyer de travailleurs. Là leur pouvoir d'achat est un peu supérieur et la quantité d'homme sevré de femme sera importante. La moyenne d'âge plus élevée, la forte majorité d'immigré assurera un effet dépravation supplémentaire. Il a repéré deux foyers Sonacotra qui seraient idéaux pour ça.

Dans les deux cas, il faudra encadrer Amaury pour limiter au maximum le risque pour sa santé. Fournir les kpotes et le gel sera indispensable et surtout rester pour s'assurer que les " utilisateurs " les utiliseront. Et vu la population même les pipes devront se faire sous kpote. Il ne veut pas qu'Amaury y attrape une chtouille ou même plus.

Là-dessus je suis totalement en accord avec lui. Il serait bien de voir s'il n'y a pas un ou plusieurs " chefs " qui seraient capable de gérer leur groupe ethnique. Je lui dis de voir aussi avec Jona et François. Ils ont des entrées particulières de renseignement et en plus nous aurons besoin d'eux pour la sécurité. Entre Ammed, PH, eux deux plus nous deux, et notre pratique des arts martiaux, on ne devrait pas rencontrer de problème. Au pire s'il y a trop de participants potentiels, rien ne nous interdira de refaire une séance. Quant au tarif, il faudra probablement s'aligner sur les putes bas de gamme. La sodo simple à 50€ et celle après une pipe à 70, ça devrait le faire. A confirmer avec nos agents de renseignement !

La semaine suivante, nous avons les infos. Samir a rencontré les meneurs des trois groupes ethniques du premier foyer, blacks, algériens et turcs. Ils ont sondé leurs ouailles et il en ressort qu'une cinquantaine serait partante au tarif proposé. Samir me présente même une prévision à 20 sodos simples et 30 sodos après pipe. Soit une soirée à plus de 3 100 quand même ! Il me dit qu'il a rencontré quelques futurs bénéficiaires de notre plan " Dégorgement des couilles immigrée ", Amaury ne devrait pas être déçu. En plus du nombre, quelques bites devraient lui donner des sensations intéressantes. Il a négocié avec les trois hommes que leurs séides soient propres et douchés avant de venir. Le port de kpote aussi a été acté. Si ce n'était pas le cas, le mec serait sorti de la liste. Ils ont même tiré au sort la succession des ethnies. Le premier sera Turc, le deuxième Black et le troisième donc Algérien et reprise Turc, Black, les sodos simples au début et celles après pipe après... jusqu'au dernier.

L'affaire a l'air de rouler ! Nous la proposons à Amaury. Il s'y projette vite et nous demande de la programmer au plus tôt. Je lui dis qu'il devra quand même, par sécurité complémentaire à l'utilisation systématique des kpotes, suivre un traitement post exposition au HIV. Il en comprend la nécessité. De même il se fera dépister des autres MST avant de se permettre de nouveaux plans en réel. Il est d'accord avec toutes ces contraintes supplémentaires. Il avait pensé lui aussi au TPE mais pas aux autres MST.

Nous profitons d'un WE où Ludovic se fait une super chasse chez son paternel pour organiser cette affaire. Quand nous arrivons dès 13h30, nous rencontrons les 3 délégués. Ils nous remettent chacun les participations de leurs compatriotes. Je m'isole pour compter. Le montant prévu est là. Je rejoins les autres qui ont mis Amaury en situation. Ils ont réquisitionné un des T2 du rez-de-chaussée. Le Turc nous remercie de lui avoir mis une cage. Il n'en avait pas parlé mais certains de ses collègues lui avaient dit qu'ils espéraient que la " pute " ne banderait pas.

Amaury est à 4 pattes sur le lit, les fesses à l'aplomb du bord pour que les mecs puissent l'enculer direct, debout. Jona et François sont avec lui de chaque côté du lit prêts à intervenir. Samir et Ammed sont avec les trois " gérants " ils vont devoir gérer les participants en amont. Notamment ils ont la charge de fournir la kpote adaptée (à la taille du sexe).  Avec PH nous servons de renfort.

Amaury est prêt pour le premier assaut. Samir lui a préparé la rondelle afin qu'il soit performant dès la première saillie.

Les instructions ont été suivies. Dans le couloir qui sert pour la file d'attente, pas d'autres odeurs que celle des différents gels douche utilisés. Les mecs sont en majorité en jogging et T-Shirt. Ils sont propres aussi. Quelques-uns sont en shorts. Plus je remonte la file vers l'appartement, plus le silence se fait et les joggings se tendent. A la porte d'entrée je comprends. En provenance de la chambre, arrivent les gémissements d'Amaury. Entrecoupés de " vas-y, fuck, plus fort... ", ils font bander les 15 qui attendent leur tour. Je rentre dans l'appart. Dans le séjour, le trio vérifie que le mec fait bien partie de ceux qui ont payés et ils le font même mettre le pantalon aux genoux pour vérifier la propreté. Ça permet à Samir ou Ammed de donner la bonne taille de préservatif. Le mec rentre alors que le précédent sort. Il encule Amaury directement et le secoue jusqu'à jouir. Ce qui ne prend environ que 5 à 6 minutes. Quand il part, il retire son préservatif et le jette dans une grande poubelle, remonte son jogging ou son short et se casse. Durant cette première partie, je vois deux ou trois mecs ttbm qui arrivent à tirer des gémissements plus prononcés à Amaury. On fait une pause avant le second groupe (de ceux qui ont payé pour la pipe avant la sodo). Pour délasser Amaury et qu'il se détende les jambes, au milieu de la première série, on l'a installé sur une table. Entre le plateau et son dos on a plié une couverture et les jambes levées, il s'était fait ramoner jusqu'à la pause. Alors qu'il continuait ses demandes (fuck me, plus fort....) j'ai remarqué que les enculeurs étaient plus respectueux. Avant alors qu'ils ne voyaient que son dos et sa nuque, ils le traitaient comme un sac à foutre, une truie à engrosser. Là, depuis qu'ils le voient de face, ils sont plus doux et prévenants.

Avant de reprendre, les trois intermédiaires passent sur Amaury. Le black est très fortement membré mais pas tant que mes deux hommes de services réunis. Néanmoins, après la pause et le passage des deux petites bites de ses collègues, il doit forcer un peu. Je reste mater. C'est vraiment beau. Amaury est blanc et ses fesses le sont encore plus. Le black l'est de façon très foncée. La jonction de leur deux corps accentue le contraste. Le piston black qui défonce le cul bien blanc.... Quand ils sont collés on dirait les deux faces d'un domino.

Puis la seconde période commence. La seule différence avec la première c'est que celui qui attend pour enculer se fait pomper alors que le précédent est encore à chercher à jouir. On gagne du temps car les mecs arrivent tellement excité à la sodo qu'il faut encore moins de temps qu'aux premiers pour juter ! Sauf deux ou trois qui ont pris un quart d'heure, les autres se sont vidés après 4 ou 5 coups de rein. Du coup on est sorti du foyer après seulement 6 heures de prestation. Pas de problème de sécurité. Tous se sont pliés sans rechigner au port de la kpote, même pour les pipes. Amaury nous a dit n'avoir pas trop apprécié les pipes sous emballage mais c'était quand même plus sécure !

Retour au blockhaus il est 21h30. Amaury est fatigué mais il arrive encore à marcher. Dimanche matin. Je descends au premier voir Amaury qui est resté sur place, pris en charge par Samir. Il est plus courbaturé que la veille. C'est surtout les muscles internes des cuisses qui lui font mal. Quand j'arrive, il est en train de se faire masser par Ammed et ça lui fait du bien. Je m'installe à sa tête et on parle de sa prestation. Il me dit qu'il avait trop aimé la sensation de n'être qu'un trou à boucher. Même si la levrette le faisait sentir plus " chienne ", c'est sur le dos, avec la vue des visages de ses enculeurs qu'il a vraiment pris du plaisir. Comme pour le gang bang que j'avais organisé, les couleurs de peaux foncées ajoute à son plaisir. Je rigole et lui dis que c'est surtout parce que ce qu'ils ont entre les cuisses sont en général plus gros que ce que nous avons-nous autres blancs ! Ça le fait rire et il me dit que c'est peut être ça aussi.

Je lui souhaite un bon dimanche lui dit de ne pas oublier de passer à l'hôpital voir Blond2 (mon escort étudiant en 7ème année de médecine), il est prévenu pour ses analyses et son traitement post exposition. Il me promet d'y passer en rentrant chez lui.

Jardinier

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[ninfaribelle]

Sarà come non fossimo mai stati

Un giorno moriremo entrambi,

l’uno lontano dall’altra,

e nessuno si ricorderà più di noi.

Nessuno.

Nessuno si ricorderà

del nostro tempo insieme,

così breve, così eternamente breve,

da sembrare una vita.

Un giorno, non ci saremo più,

e chi si ricorderà di noi?

dei nostri primi giorni,

di te, di com’eri fragile e bianca,

e di me, che non parlarne è meglio?

Nessuno.

Un giorno, questo è certo,

non ci saremo più,

e chi potrà ricordarsi

del nostro piccolo mondo insieme?

così caldo, eppure così freddo,

così leggero, eppure così difficile

da levarsi di dosso?

Nessuno.

Solo io e te, ora, possiamo ricordare,

dopo di noi, nessuno. E sarà

come se non fossimo mai stati.

(Pablo Neruda)

[mucillo]

La Magia Di Un Abbraccio

“Quanti significati sono celati dietro un abbraccio?

Che cos’è un abbraccio se non comunicare, condividere

e infondere qualcosa di sé ad un’altra persona?

Un abbraccio è esprimere la propria esistenza

a chi ci sta accanto, qualsiasi cosa accada,

nella gioia e nel dolore.

Esistono molti tipi di abbracci,

ma i più veri ed i più profondi

sono quelli che trasmettono i nostri sentimenti.

A volte un abbraccio,

quando il respiro e il battito del cuore diventano tutt’uno,

fissa quell’istante magico nell’eterno.

Altre volte ancora un abbraccio, se silenzioso,

fa vibrare l’anima e rivela ciò che ancora non si sa

o si ha paura di sapere.

Ma il più delle volte un abbraccio

è staccare un pezzettino di sé

per donarlo all’altro

affinché possa continuare il proprio cammino meno solo.”

Pablo Neruda – da: “Poesie D’Amore E Di Vita“

[smokingago]

Un giorno moriremo entrambi,

l’uno lontano dall’altra,

e nessuno si ricorderà più di noi.

Nessuno.

Nessuno si ricorderà

del nostro tempo insieme,

così breve, così eternamente breve,

da sembrare una vita.

Un giorno, non ci saremo più,

e chi si ricorderà di noi?

dei nostri primi giorni,

di te, di com’eri fragile e bianca,

e di me, che non parlarne è meglio?

Nessuno.

Un giorno, questo è certo,

non ci saremo più,

e chi potrà ricordarsi

del nostro piccolo mondo insieme?

così caldo, eppure così freddo,

così leggero, eppure così difficile

da levarsi di dosso?

Nessuno.

Solo io e te, ora, possiamo ricordare,

dopo di noi, nessuno.

E sarà come se non fossimo mai stati.

Pablo Neruda