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[lawc4tboy]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I'm bisexual, bitch.⠀⠀⠀★✩

[rougepancake]

I MADE SOME SILLIES HAHSHSHSJSNS—

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[thedeepweb]

hey check your drawing box

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[diodellet]

finally i can start working on those drabbles muehe

its too early to be throwing lou into vent fic situations....but oo girlie hit 700 words in a sitting...krazy

[winterzsurprise]

Take a seat || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!reader

Summary: Never in your wildest dream did you imagine having your husband ask you to sit on his face.

Tags: Face sitting, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, smut, NOT BETA READ.

Words: 1.2k

saw someone plead for this one lmao. They asked so nicely so I delivered, idk if this is how it usually goes tbh. This shit's so rushed but I guess I have to squeeze everything out before school starts again tomorrow aaaaaaaaaa

other than that, enjoy! Thank you all for your love on my fics aaaaaaaaaa im running out of header pics da;flkhwah

mi vida - my life || dios mio - my god || mi bella esposa - my beautiful wife || cariño - honey

“You want me to do what now?”

Miguel sighed exasperatedly as he facepalmed, embarrassed. “Don’t make me repeat mys—”

“No no no, I heard you loud and clear.” Which doesn’t mean you understand why all of a sudden. “But why?”

“Should I have any reason why I want you to sit on my face?”

In a gazillion universe, you’d never thought you’d hear those words come out of his lips. Sitting on his lap, you stared at the man incredulously to which he scowled at.

Usually, oral between you both are usually done with you underneath him as he pinned your thighs open and wide for him since he likes the control. To hear him ask you to sit on his face mid-foreplay shocked you.

You pinched your thigh, unconvinced by his sudden change of mind and Miguel sighed once more.

“Is it that hard to believe? Dios mio, if you don’t want to do it, just say it—”

“No no no, lay back down, I’m just processing.”

Excitement thrummed madly in your veins as you pushed the man back into the mattress. Excitement got you removing your underwear in a second before sitting back on his chest. It’s not fast enough apparently, when his strong arms hook under your legs and pull you directly on top of his lips.

Your breath got stuck into your throat. The mere feeling of his hot breath on your skin caused ripples of heat from your abdomen to your fingertips. You’ve always had orals before, it was something he’d never forget, yet there was something about sitting on top of his face that got you aroused more than ever.

“Go any slower and I would’ve thought you’d want to back out.”

“Not my fault. You’re so impatient.”

“A pretty girl sat on top of me, naked and wet, begging to be devoured. Do you think I’d ignore you, mi bella esposa?”

His dark voice, along with his fogged red eyes staring at you through his eyelash sent shivers down your spine, cheeks flushing beet red. You almost slapped the growing smirk off of his face at your flustered state.

“You’re so annoying.”

“And you smell absolutely delicious.”

His arms locked around your thighs and you immediately knew you were done.

His tongue felt like silk gliding through your folds before rolling your clit in figures of eight. You sighed, throwing your head back as pleasure slithered down your spine at his every exhale fanning your skin. 

There was something about the stings his stubbles brings as it scratches your skin along with the stimulation of his tongue that drive you crazy. 

You swear you’re not a masochist by any means, yet when it comes to Miguel, every joy, sadness, pain and pleasure felt like a reward from the high heavens that you couldn’t help but accept with gratitude.

Your hand found stability in his dark locks, pulling and tugging his head closer to your heat, causing him to groan, the vibration seeping into your bones.

His hands roamed your body as if desperate to find a treasure in the unknown, nails dragging the skin from your back and down to the globes of your ass. The sting they left in their wake stirs your nerves awake, the pain mixing in with pleasure. You sighed, falling to lean on the piles of pillows as you dragged your clit with the point of his tongue.

Miguel wandered lower, tongue rolling around the rim of your entrance, sending electric jolts down your legs. You shivered as the sensation of his fangs rubbing against your folds, always so close yet so far away.

You gasped when the appendage plunged into your entrance, his large nose pushing into your clit as he pulled you closer to his face.

“Fuck…!”

“You taste divine.” He groaned. “Give me more.”

Bringing his hand down hard onto your ass, you whined. The stinging pain it left had your body singing for more and you knew Miguel was aware of the effect it has on you with how hard you clench on his silky appendage.

“Move.”

“Huh?”

Another sharp slap echoed in the living room, harder than the one earlier and you cried, hips stuttering forward on his flattened tongue.

“Ride me, cariño. Like you’ve always wanted.”

And you swear you’ve never heard anything more romantic than that.

With a smidge of hesitance, fearing you’d suffocate him, you rolled yourself on his tongue, eyes locked onto his darkened ones that dripped with desire. Still unsatisfied, his hand lands another hit on your skin and you move more desperately against him.

You cry as he starts to pick up the pace of his tongue, putting pressure onto your bead and shaking his head aggressively underneath you. He swats you once more when your hips stutter from the stimulation before clawing your flesh and grounding you further into his mouth.

“Harder.”

“I’m trying—Ah!”

Sneaking a hand below, he immediately inserts two digits inside of you. He spared no time hastening the speed of his thrusts while licking enthusiastically onto your clit making your eyes roll back.

Chasing the pleasure his fingers and mouth offered you, your hips rolled uncontrollably against his face. The obscene squelch echoing in the room would have embarrassed you, yet you couldn’t find it in you to flush.

The tight knot in your abdomen tightens as heat explodes from your chest and reaches down the tips of your limbs. You couldn’t do anything but cry as you tether closer to nirvana.

“I-I’m close.”

“Come for me, mi vida. Give it to me. I want it all.”

With his grounding arm reaching up to rake through your back along with his fingers and tongue, the knot unfurls and you come with a cry. 

Suddenly, he had both arms wrapped around your waist, preventing you from fluttering away from his ministrations. You gasped and pushed at his head but he paid no heed to them, rolling and shaking his tongue onto your clit as if trying to coax another climax from you.

“Miguel…!”

His nails digging into your flesh was the only answer you received and maybe the tug on his lips at your trembling thighs as well. It didn’t take long before pain started to blur with pleasure and your hips rocked against his tongue despite the protest of your heat with one hand tugging on his hair and the other holding on for dear life onto the headboard.

You didn’t have the mind to worry about his nose being blocked by your mon pubis, focused solely on your orgasm. With how he ground your hips onto his lips, you knew he didn’t mind.

And with a weak shout, you unravel, flesh and bones, on top of him. There’s a sound of something breaking in the haze, but paid no heed to it as you fall bonelessly onto the mattress. Miguel pulls away, gasping for air just as you turn to face the ceiling.

Your arousal drenching his face evoked something feral within you, the simmering desire in your stomach stirring awake once more. His eyes turned to the headboard and chuckled, reaching over to run his fingers over the dent with amusement dancing in his eyes.

“I guess a Spider-Man will always be a Spider-Man.”

“Oh shut up.” You groaned, chucking a pillow on his face.

[baby-dr1ver]

Reader waking up to feel Carlos peacefully sleeping w his head on her chest n hands gently squeezing her boobies

I’m fine w whatever

I gotta say that ur work is absolutely scramdelicious n every time I read on of ur f1fics I eat it all up

the thoughts I thunk.....

seeing as Carlos just got home from a double header, you thought he'd sleep in for the first time in awhile. wrong. think again.

you were half awake really, eyes wanting to open but they seemed glued shut with sleep. you could hear your lover next to you, shuffle around until his head found your chest. you smiled and let a hand fall to his hair, scratching enough to keep him asleep.

you finally opened your eyes and saw him in all his glory. Carlos was happily asleep against your boobs, back bare against the sunlight and hands under you armpits. you admired him for awhile, wondering how you got so lucky to have a beautiful specimen in your life when - oh

Carlos hands travel to rest against each boob and gave a gentle squeeze. you gasped and tugged on his hair, making him groan. you froze and waited for him to wake up and when he didn't you relaxed. you thought that would be the end of it, that he'd drift back into a deep sleep, not moving. wrong again.

he squeezed your breast again, this time sliding a little upwards to pinch your nipples. while this is happening, Carlos hips rutted against the bed without permission. "Carlos? honey?" you shook him a little to try and wake him up. he groaned before settling back in, moving his fingers so they focused on your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

his hips kept moving under the sheets, bumping into yours. if you could get your legs around his waist he could hit the perfect angle.

instead, you tried to take him again before this could go to far. "carlito? c'mon baby wake up." you pushed against his shoulders, and nothing. you resorted on giving a sharp tug on his hair. his head shut up, "aye! dios mios amor! what was that for? was having a great dream" he asked as he rubbed his head.

you looked down at him with wide eyes, "yeah I could tell." you gestured to his hand glued to your boob. his mouth dropped open and he slowly moved his hands.

"amor I'm so sorry-" you stopped him with a hand over his mouth.

"if I hated it, I would have stopped you the second it happened. I just wanted you to fuck me while we were both awake. we haven't really had the somno talk yet." you both laughed as he kissed you passionately and got to work.

[livingdeadmlm]

good night my friend! thank you for putting up a smile in my face at 1am of this saturday night

would you ever be interested in writing a bottom male reader x polnareff, or maybe even hol horse? love those two whores fr. it doesn’t have to be NSFW necessarily if you aren’t a fan of it, though if you’re ok with writing smut, that’d be very good lol

I don’t have the best imagination so I’d say perhaps things get steamy during that ‘fake hotel’ in Pakistan, or during the Hol Horse and Boingo episode

Thank you my friend! It’d be very cool if reader was a crusader if it’s with Hol Horse, or a Dio’s servant that is not that loyal to his lord if it’s with Polnareff

Thank you for reading this! :) Ur fire🔥🔥

I'm trying a new header which i got inspo from another writer on here that i found recently

Pronouns: The reader is referred to as a man but no exact pronouns are used after that. Physical Sex: AMAB How far are things going: Things get pretty steamy but not full-on smut. Warnings: the attraction to each other is very heavily implied which is why they’re dogs with each other, mentions of jerkin it and the lack of it happening, mentions of tension with the other of age Crusaders, mentions of the young girl from part 3 that hol horse lead on, Hol horse is restrained for a lot of this. Rushed!! i am still getting used to writing steamy stuff Outline: The reader is traveling with the Crusaders and in the hotel in Pakistan reader discovers Hol Horse before everyone else, anger, and a mix of pent-up frustration cloud both men's minds as they confront each other. What inspired me to write how I did: I have been very much into the rise in popularity of the honda odyssey scene, I love gentle love but I am a sucker for a steamy fight (as well as I could write it anyway)

You wandered down the hotel halls, trying to find any sort of food area or vending machine, you had run out of packed snacks a few days ago and wanted to keep yourself stocked up. However, you have yet to find one or even staff who could help you. As you made your way back to the lobby, just then the bell had rung, and you felt the urge to hang back into the room, something didn’t feel right…

“So the Joestar party is on the third floor? Maybe me and my six-shooter outta pay them a visit.” The gruff voice was complemented by the scent of cigarette smoke giving you a harsh reminder of the blond man who must be in the room. The old woman made her way down the stairs with a gasp. “Ah Hol horse so you’ve come!” her shrill voice held some delight as he kneeled to her level and spoke.

“That's right..” his voice was almost alluring if he hadn’t threatened your lives and your friends just moments ago. As he pulled something from his pockets you felt a hand pull you back around the corner, it was a free cold, and hard hand. Quickly turning with your stand you noticed it was Silver Chariot. It covered your mouth and pointed your head to where Polnareff was on the stairs, he made a shushing motion with his hands as Silver began to lift you while climbing the wall you had just hidden behind. Your stand began to help up the wall and just in time just as Enyaba ran into the room crying. Hol Horse follows behind her. 

Each stand pressed you against the wall as your hands reached for your mouth to hush any sounds you might make. The conversation between the two was hard to follow as the piecing voice of Enyaba was hard to focus on. As they spoke you heard Enyaba mention her son and being friends with Hol Horse…Were the two of them working together? Was Enyaba a stand user of her own?

Glancing back to the duo talking very loudly it truly dawned on you how fucked you were. You couldn’t stay this high on the ceiling for much longer as both stands will get tired soon. And eventually, someone will look up.

That’s when a saving grace came as Polnareff’s voice rang out with the small bell on the lobby counter. Hol horse ran deeper into the room as Enyaba ran out to help. Silver Chariot floated you down to the ground as your stand materialized behind Hol horse grabbing his arms against his torso and holding an iron grip on him. His face twisted in shock as he stared up at you walking over. 

He coughed as your looming figure practically had a darkness radiating. “Hey! Hey, I’m sure a smart man like you is willing to work out a deal, I can give you any info you want just, ya know let me out! You’re a lot stronger than I thought…” his voice trailed off as he struggled against your stand. “You are a coward Hol Horse! Using any person possible to get what you want!” Your stand squeezed him tighter as you remembered watching him ride away on a horse from all of you after leaving behind the young girl who sacrificed herself for him.

He had thrown out comments about wishing to see you again that made you flush with anger at the coward in front of you. “What kind of deal cowboy? Just what do you think will convince me to let you go still intact?” Hol Horse stuck his leg out attempting to pull you closer, “I just wanna make you feel good, (Name)!” He tilted his head to the side scanning your face, “Won't you let me?” His voice was husky as he did his best to lean forward to your face. You scoffed, “As if I would enjoy myself with a coward like you, you seem like a selfish lover anyway.” Hol horse's face became angry before a smile began to spread.

“But you’re entertaining this whole idea anyway, it's been almost a month of not getting any kind of attention, especially the special attention I know you’ve been needin'.” Your body felt hot with anger and embarrassment he was right, sharing rooms with at least one other person the past few weeks had cut your alone time down significantly. While you threw flirty comments around with Polnareff and Avdol nothing would progress past long stare-downs in shared hotel rooms. “You wouldn’t keep toying with the idea of being with me if you didn’t need it.” Neither of you could admit to wanting the other. 

“You know you keep, ugh tightening your stand but I’m likin’ it.” In a moment of disgust, your stands grip on the man loosened and he took his chance to leap at you. You both fly backwards landing on the ground with Hol horse landing on top of you. His lips stuck to yours and just as quickly his hands went up your shirt caressing your sides. You practically melted at the contact you’ve gone a long time without someone else touching you besides getting punched a few times this trip. His hands had slight calluses that slightly scratched your skin. 

Your hands tangled in his dirty blond hair as your core burned at the feeling of his hard-on pressed against yours. Everything felt electric the hate you had for the man on top of you made everything so much more intense. His hips moved against yours as he pulled away, “Come on, a man like you deserves to just let go.” The movement got harsher as you wrapped your legs around his hips, you wanted to be selfish and feel more and more. Once more a yell could be heard as Polnareff called your name as he ran to the back room you were in. Just as fast as everything started Hol Horse grabbed his hat and made a break for a second side door you had missed. 

“Sorry there sweetheart! Maybe next time you’ll get me in full glory!” frustration bubbled in your stomach as Polnareff finally made it to the room and joined your side with a look of confusion.

[amywritesthings]

meet me on christmas. / an eddie munson holiday ficlet

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader ( stranger things ) word count: 1.2k / rated mature summary: It's the Christmas of '87. You and boyfriend, Eddie Munson, cruise Hawkins for your annual town lights crawl. tags: post s4, eddie munson lives, explicit language, holiday lights, christmas fluff, childhood friends, established relationship credit: dividers by @saradika / header by @nicostiel

welcome to the sixth day of the twelve days of amymas 2023 !!

“The rich assholes always have the good stuff.”

“Just because they’re rich doesn’t mean their decorations aren’t tacky,” you argue back, ripping a Twizzler at the center of the rope with your teeth.

"Can't argue with that," Eddie Munson quips in return, holding out a hand for the Twizzler pack.

You hand it to him — if he wasn't idle in the driver's seat of his beat-up van, then you would have tossed it.

Since the battle of the Upside Down, you could argue his reflexes have gotten much better.

Eddie likens it to Spiderman-esque rabies powers from those nasty vampire bats.

(You're just happy he's here.)

“That’s way too many reindeer on that lawn — look."

You lean over the passenger seat to point out of the windshield towards a bloated, light-infused lawn.

"The Weston's put up a ton of them, but that's inaccurate. Santa did not have twenty reindeer.”

“Damn, did Mr. Weston feel bad about the team rejects?” Eddie comments with a feigned sigh of sympathy, tone melodic. “Gave the bench reindeer the gift of playing in the big leagues for Christmas of ‘87.”

“Imagine wanting to do your job.”

“Couldn’t fuckin’ be me, that’s for sure.”

You’re lucky Eddie even agreed to do this with you.

Then again, you’re pretty certain you could have asked him to watch A Christmas Story fifteen times in a row, and he would still enthusiastically say yes. 

Whatever made you happy — when most boys said it, they never meant it.

Not Eddie.

Now that you're home for the holidays from college, you're happy to close the distance with your best friend — your boyfriend — and rekindle old traditions.

Cruising around the better-off parts of Hawkins in his beat-up van was a staple ever since Uncle Wayne taught Eddie how to drive.

Thirteen years old and all too eager.

(A little too young, but hey, 'tis the damn season.)

Truth be told, hiding here with Eddie felt more in line with the Christmas spirit than anything your family had planned for the holidays.

All of the incessant inter-connected drama...

The non-stop questions about college...

The inevitable judgment when you talk about the future they don’t wholly approve of...

None of that mattered here.

Eddie cranked Dio really loud to make sure of that.

(He loves to argue that Dio could put out a killer Christmas album, same as the Carpenters, but they’re too busy churning out the sickest tunes of the decade.)

“I think their neighbors gave up on decorating this year,” you judge, holding out your hand to get the Twizzler pack back. “Look: only a stupid wreath on the door. Remember when the Thomas family used to do that crazy display with the boombox and stuff?”

Eddie keeps one hand on the wheel as he holds out the pack to you, plucking out two final red ropes for himself.

“Apparently Mrs. Thomas divorced Mr. Thomas," he explains, "so they don’t exactly have the budget to be Hawkins’ beacon this year.”

You gasp, jaw dropping.

“No.”

Eddie smirks, chewing on the candy.

“You missed way more than real-life Dungeons and Dragons in Hawkins, Indiana in your pursuit of higher education, Miss Thing.”

He isn’t wrong — you caught the tail end of this town almost getting swallowed by a Mindflayer.

Apparently what few months you had spent away from this small town gave the evils below plenty of time to rip the fabric of reality in half.

Then there was that one time Eddie almost died from a flock full of vampire bats.

Neither of you really talk about that day.

No one involved in that mess does. 

It’s for the best.

“Oh — shit, do you see that one?” you ask out of the blue, leaning over the dashboard to point at an upcoming house littered with string lights.

“What?”

“That!” you exclaim, smudging his windshield as you press against the glass.

A two-story house is decorated from roof to foundation full of sparkling white lights, changing its pattern every few seconds.

In truth, it’s a little disorienting.

Still rad, though.

Eddie slows the car down to a near stall, squinting ahead under his heavy, curly bangs.

“It’s all white. That’s so lame.”

“Lame?” you ask, turning your chin towards him.

He turns to you, too, then a smug smirk crawls over his lips.

The boy leans over, pecking a kiss to your pursed lips.

“You’re cute when you pout. But yeah, fuck white. Multicolored all the way.”

“I didn’t think you had opinions on string lights, Munson,” you tease, smiling wider from the tiny kiss.

You want to pull him into a deeper kiss, but safety first: you have to convince him to park the car first.

“Well, my sweet Christmas angel, that’s where you’re wrong. I am very opinionated.”

“You didn’t even decorate the trailer this year,” you remind him, flopping back down to the passenger seat. “Which, by the way — I noticed. Talk about being disappointed when I rolled up this afternoon to see a totally blank canvas.”

His brows knit together in playful confusion.

“What, did you seriously think I was going to do the lights this year without you?”

The statement surprises you.

Sure, you helped the Munson duo decorate — it’s almost as much of a tradition at this point as the holiday lights crawl.

Ever since you and Eddie became best friends, you’d spend hours meticulously turning a two-person man cave into something warm and cozy, with fake buffalo snow and tiny string lights.

According to Uncle Wayne, something about your touch on the place was warranted for the holidays.

Yet you had assumed they would have started without you this year on the principle that you’d be coming home for the holidays later than anticipated.

(That, and the near death of Eddie had taken a large toll on Uncle Wayne altogether.)

But neither were the real case:

They waited for you.

Your heart swells with the realization.

Before you can turn the moment sappy, Eddie winks and turns left at a corner. 

“Let me show you a real house. C’mon, it’s down the block from here. I scoped this shit out when you were busy with finals.”

You stay in your seat, too busy staring at the curly-haired boy as he navigates the streets of Hawkins to find a perfect house.

Suddenly the town isn’t so interesting.

Truth be told, it never was.

If it wasn’t for Eddie, then you’d never come back to Hawkins.

You imagine he feels the same way about his Uncle Wayne.

He can't leave, so you'll stay.

“Why don’t we go home?” you suggest.

The boy frowns as he pulls over.

“Home? You don’t wanna look at other lights?”

He gestures to the grand outdoors.

“You love this shit.”

“I love decorating with you and Uncle Wayne way more,” you tell him.

Finally, Eddie takes a pause.

The boy studies you for a moment, considering, before a smile starts to grow so wide that he has to bite his lip to keep it at bay.

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah,” you promise.

You raise your boot, poking it at a hole in the calf of his ripped jeans.

“C’mon. Fuck the rich assholes. We can outdo them by miles.”

It takes another pause to pass, but Eddie finally grins like a Cheshire cat. 

“What my lady wants, my lady gets.” 

He switches the van in reverse to ready a three-point turn. 

“Christmas with the Munsons, it is.”

.

[dio-in-dogspace]

hi, welcome to my kink blog !!

i will be interacting from @the**********mx

! DNI !

minors

bigots, terfs, racists

zionists

ageless blogs

detrans/ ED/ SH blogs

about me ~

hey, i'm Dorian! you can call me Dio too!! :]

im 18,. my pronouns are listed in my header, so please do not use she/her for me!! i am polyam, transmasc and genderfluid — he/they/xe are good to use :]

i will be tagging my posts with these things!

#dio.dogbarks <- posts that make me flustered, things i think would be fun to do, general kink things i want to save

#mail for mommy <- posts i want mommy to see

#puppy union <- posts for things i want to do with other dogs

#leashed and collared <- sub tags for things that make my brain explode

#teeth bared <- for when im feeling dominant

#dog writes <- concepts i write :)

#give a dog a bone <- asks tag

kink list + preferences score below the cut

i'm only going to list my favorites here, because my list of kinks is Long and would take forever to read.

Favorites:

petplay (duh) | fauxcest | masochism | somno | cnc | praise | cockwarming | overstim | degradation | breeding

Hard Limits:

race play | bloodplay | mutilation | gun play | anything to do with electricity | detrans stuff | feederism

anything that's not listed here is likely something that im open to trying!! shoot me an ask and we'll find out~

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

for the ask game- lashes, noses, and the colorful shading like in your dio header !!

Ahhh!! Thank you so much, I love doing that shading so I’m glad people associate it with me!!

[the-literal-sun]

Hey! Listened to my header request! Thank you. it looks so much cuter now.

Little dio

:D

[diodellet]

It's still a bit of a mess, but an attempt at organizing was made. follows/interacts from @lonicompound

diodellet/dio | she/her | 23+ | english/tagalog | mdni

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[anthenasikes]

see i would make the Phi Obliterates Dio photo my tumblr header but i think it counts as spoilers

[vivislifeday]

In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man.

And in every universe, I will fall for you.

Hola, mi vida hermosa. ¡¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!! Es el segundo cumpleaños que celebramos juntas (ya sé que lo he repetido MILLONES de veces el día de hoy a lo largo de todas mis felicitaciones, perdón por parecer disco rayado {rallado?? rayado?? rayado..}) pero verdaderamente me siento eternamente feliz por poder pasar un cumpleaños más deseándote un feliz día, y claramente, dando todo de mí por asegurar que sea así.

Aunque me encantaría hablar de lo muchísimo que te amo, de lo feliz que me haces todos los días y la increíble y maravillosa novia y esposa que eres, el día de hoy trata sobre ti y solo sobre ti, así que, voy a hablar de ti.

Dios, mi vida, ¿qué no puedo decir sobre ti? Esa es la verdadera pregunta que me hago al querer escribir esta cartita que no sé si resultará siendo larga o corta, nunca he sido buena escribiendo pero por ti intentaría absolutamente de todo. Pero, a veces mi cerebro funciona de formas incomprensibles para el ser humano (AVDD). Pero bueno; lo que quiero decir es que, hay muchas cosas de las que podría hablar sobre ti, en especial hoy que estamos celebrando tu nacimiento, el día en el que se conmemora tu llegada a este mundo, al mundo en el que existo siendo tu pareja y donde tú existes siendo el amor de mi vida.

Mi amor, de verdad que no miento cuando digo que eres la mejor persona que ha podido existir en este mundo, vida y universo. Eres tan preciosa y tan magnífica que a mi cerebro le cuesta comprender cómo es que una persona es tan genial y perfecta, o sea, no sé cómo es que alguien puede llegar a tal nivel de perfección como el que tú manejas todos los días.

Y no lo digo solo por ser tu novia, sino que, porque en algún momento fui solamente tu amiga y es algo que he podido ver siempre, desde el momento en que te conocí.

Mi admiración por ti empezó el día que me llegó la notificación más linda del mundo: “@sithdraft comenzó a seguirte” (que creo que ese era tu username en ese momento, sino, porfi ignora AVDD). Mi curiosidad no dejó pasarlo, entonces fui a stalkearte como buena fan y me di cuenta de lo interesante que eras (y eres!) por tus tweets, por la forma en la que acomodabas tus biografías o simplemente la forma en la que combinabas tu icon con tu header. No sé por qué mi mente estaba tan decidida en conocerte, en ver cada tweet que ponías para saber más de ti, pero estoy segura de que fue el destino que sabía que serías alguien esencial para mi vida, así que me dió un leve empujoncito hacia ti.

Al momento de conocerte finalmente, cara a cara, boca a boca (ojalá 😞) supe que eras diferente a cualquier persona que me había cruzado anteriormente. Y no me refiero a que ya sabía que seríamos pareja, sino que estaba tan intrigada por tus gustos y me sentía tan decidida a que te gustara mi personalidad o te interesaras en mí, porque me moría de ganas de tener tu amistad o simplemente tenerte cerca.

Todo el proceso de conocerte fue una montaña rusa de emociones, en el mejor de los sentidos que pudiesen existir. Pasé de emoción de por fin tener la oportunidad de hablarte, a emoción por ser tu amiga, a aún más emoción por poder tener una nueva mejor a amiga, hasta esa confusión de empezar a tener sentimientos románticos por alguien que pensaba que no debería, la desesperación por poder decirte mis sentimientos, hasta finalmente, llegar a la paz que es estar contigo.

Y no me refiero a que antes de ello no me hayas dado paz, al contrario. Siempre has sido el sol entre mis cielos nublados, porque eso es exactamente lo que haces: iluminar la vida de toda persona que se te cruce.

A este punto, estoy segura de que ya leíste algunas de las cosas que algunos de nuestros amigos escribieron para ti para felicitarte. La verdad, es que me puso tan suavecita (A MÍ!!!!) el ver el cariño tan enorme que te tienen todos ellos. Desde que los reuní para comentarles que buscaba que te felicitáramos entre todos, más de uno expresaba su emoción por tu cumpleaños y estuvimos contando juntos las horas y minutos hasta la gran hora. Espero que sus palabras te ayuden a darte cuenta y de que nunca, nunca dudes del amor que obtienes por ser la persona tan magnífica que eres.

Aunque me digas mil veces de que eres una villana, que eres un ser de odio, que tratas a todos mal menos a mí, yo sé con toda mi alma que eres una persona preciosísima que se ha ganado el amor y cariño de todas y cada una de esas personas. Yo lo puedo ver claramente, así como ellos también.

Me hace tan feliz que estés rodeada de personas así, que se emocionan por tu cumpleaños y que esperan con ansias a que sean las puras 12 para poder felicitarte. Mereces ese cariño en tus amistades más cercanas y también con las que hablas cada dos años.

Mi vida hermosa, muchas gracias por permitirme pasar un año entero a tu lado. Sé que esta emoción por tu cumpleaños irá creciendo cada año, pero me fascina poder celebrarte el día de hoy. No hay cosa que no daría por poder acompañarte en cuerpo y alma, pero tenemos toda una eternidad de cumpleaños que celebraremos de esa manera.

Te amo con todo mi corazón, alma y existencia. Me hace tan, pero TAN feliz saber que existimos al mismo tiempo, y que de alguna forma, terminamos en la misma habitación donde nos reunió el destino.

And isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? 🤍

— C, your love. ♡

[lawc4tboy]

oii, tudo bem??? 😄 você poderia fazer headers do dio brando, por favor? pode ser de qualquer parte, a que você achar melhor!! agradeço desde já ❤️

oiee!! eu fiz essas aqui em vários estilos, espero que goste!! ❤️ ^-^

[nosoycinder]

Buscandome un header para acá m acordé d q cuando estaba d novia con Seven había visto tipo headers q decían "I ⁠♡ my emo boy" y al lado estaba tipo la foto d un actor personaje etc etc y yo quería hacer eso con una foto d el jsndks la menos desquiciada, al final no se xq nunca le pregunté creo q m dio cosa xq m llegaba a decir q no m mwordeaba