#i've had 3 margaritas i can't look at this anymore lol

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

this is part 2 of my extremely long lore update of my missing month in tumblr. here's part 1 <3

i'll also put this one behind the cut just in case

26. we start when this extremely important event happened !!!

THEY'RE PLAYING 'MÚSICA LIGERA' IN THE SUPERMARKET

[there is a lyric in música ligera [go listen to it. or else] that goes 'la música de fondo en los supermercados' so 'the background music at the supermarkets']

27. when spring officially started and suddenly life was bearable once again

28. the sequel.

bomb the ucm [yes. i tweeted the exact same thing]

24 nearly 25 years old and i just learned how to sign stuff with the electronic certificate. i want to shoot my foot i can't do this anymore

the thing is today i've been 3 hours calling the same 4 fucking numbers every 10 minutes only for them to tell me 'hahah everything you did last week is useless lol. but don't worry the deadline is thursday you still have time :)' [this was on a tuesday btw]

the world if the digital certificate and autofirma didn't exist

so yeah. everything i did on march 15th was useless. lol. i sent proof of my physical deposit of the application and they told me i couldn't <3. in the end i had to sign it digitally through a different administrative process and lol. i hate bureoucracy so fucking much.

28. i do love taylor swift but yeah

the eras tour: bellodrama tour:

-without ana mena -with ana mena

-52728€ tickets -22€ tickets

-she doesn't sing 'las 12' -she sings 'las 12'

the choice is yours

29. it's time for the 'hole in the bedroom' arc <3

[pic 1]

today my bedroom disappears

it wasn't a joke

[pic 2]

do you like my new setup?

SO. i honestly can't remember if i said this here but idk almost a month ago now i guess some of my floorplanks strated to lift. out of nowhere. so we called people to look into it and there was a water leak. so they had to dismantle my bed (you can see the frame in the lighter floorboards lol) and now i sleep in the attic; a room my dad has always used to hoard stuff <3 yesterday they filled the hole so that's nice, but now they have to slash the floor and for that they need all of the furniture gone. my house is basically just a long hallway so there just isn't enough space. it's gonna be fun :) oh and also we've decided to paint the room while we're at it. so i'll probably won't be able to sleep here for at least a month i imagine. this is my current setup btw, i'm writing this from here:

30. this one's a preamble of what's to come. i'm so sorry.

me: existing at any moment

my brain: i think it's time to play 'me he pillao x ti' on a loop

[now it's doing the same but with 'un clásico' <3]

31. ANA MENA WORLD DOMINATION DAY

i'll do the small tweets first and then go in chronological through pics 5, 6, and 7

GOOD DAY

the way i know for a fact that 'me he pillao x ti' would've appeared on skam españa s2 if the show had been made now

if i am already annoying with ana mena the day i fall for someone i'll be incredibly unbearable i want y'all to know it

i want ana mena to know she's changed lives today

[pic 6]

the pause in the first listen of bellodrama to listen on loop to 'me he pillao x ti' is so real actually

no words with 'un millón de lunas'

MENAmoro [i fall in love]... her mind

ana mena has made me want to go out and party for the first time in my life i can't

[pic 7]

why all songs in bellodrama have their titles with the first letter capitalized Like This except Tomorrow god Will Say? what is she trying to tell us

reply to the tweet: atheist legend

[pic 8]

i didn't choose to be anamenista i only was lucky

ana mena you gave us everything

ana mena you are the pop artist of this generation. you are everything and you are summer and the sun and margaritas. you give everything and you're the best.

i love you ana mena

32. i went back to working on my fantasy book :)

i am gonna try working on my fantasy book after more than half a year. wish me luck.

665 words #slay

33. i know you missed me talking about fictional shows that don't even exist but here you go

i need there to exist some kind of glee españa specifically so a character can sing this song to their crush and i can finish losing my mind

33. this is the last ana mena post I SWEAR

(chronologically)

half of the views are mine

the way i hadn't listened to it before the album dropped and now i'm OBSESSED

34. la caixa incident

can someone explain to me how la caixa, a catalan business, is telling me to send them documents in english for the scholarship??

so yeah. the sent me an email telling me they needed some documents in english i had sent them in spanish (which lol) and after doing so proceeded to accept my application :) apparently it's a pretty fucking good scholarship so i'm a bit hopeful i'll be able to make it <3

35. places i've been to in spain!

i know i have to visit the north more i know

36. my most listened to songs in march 💀

37. MANDATORY MEMORIAS DE IDHÚN TWEET THAT IS SCARILY ACCURATE TO MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE

i am fascinated with the fact that one day laura gallego wrote three fat ass books projecting herself into a unicorn girlie that's involved with two dudes without knowing that with them she would forever change the brain chemicals of a new generation of spanish writers

38. and that's it :)

PEOPLE I GOT BACK MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT WE WON

[blessedlance]

[r18+]

[wc:] 3.3k

[cw:] sub!atsumu, softdom!reader, femdom, oral (f. receiving), mommy kink, puppy kink, minor dacryphilia, collar-play

! haikyuu manga timeskip spoilers. atsumu is 24. !

Honestly, you hadn’t even realized Atsumu was home.

 Work had been such utter shit all week. Every day a new client would find (and inevitably come to you) with some stupid, inane issue. Usually, you could maintain a decent work-life balance--able to leave the bullshit at the office door.

Apparently, not this week.

You’re dicing an onion for dinner… poorly, at that. It’s hardly got your attention--mind constantly circling back to work, work, work.

The whole team is so busy this week. Why the fuck did they think that meeting was so important today? It could have just been an email.

Why’d that client get so worked up over such a minor mistake… Bad for your health to be that angry all the time.

Oh, shit. Did I reply to that email??

I should probably log back in just to double check…

 Atsumu slinked in the front door silently (for once), wanting to surprise you since he’d gotten home from Jackals practice so early. He slipped off his sneakers, gingerly setting them down, and quietly dug into the outer pocket of his gym bag, searching for the pièce de résistance of his little surprise. His hand met leather, clutching the thin black collar you’d bought him a while back. After you had called him “puppy” for the first time: with his hands tied tight above his head because he just couldn’t behave like a good boy. Because--you had paused, tongue licking a long, fat stripe from the root to the tip of his cock, watching the way his big, muscular body pulled taught by the ropes shivered in response--a brat like him needed a little punishment here and there in order to learn how to be your good little puppy.

 He peered curiously around the entryway into the kitchen at the rhythmic sound of you chopping something. Eyes searching your face, he could see the way your brows were pinched, how you unconsciously worried your bottom lip between your teeth--the way you always did when you were deep in thought.

 Not… exactly the welcome he expected.

But Atsumu has always been good at thinking on his feet. He could work with this.

 And now,

 Atsumu’s looking up at you with those big brown eyes--blonde bangs partially obscuring his face. You’re seated on the edge of the mattress with Atsumu on his knees before you, hands clutching the sheets on either side of your hips. You cup his cheek, softly stroking with your thumb.

 “You look so pretty like this, ‘Tsumu.”

 He flushes at the praise, cheeks warm against your palm. Fingers move to trace the shell of his ear with a feather-light caress and his lower lip trembles--the thrill of your touch against the sensitive spot coursing through him like a shock.

 Your hand moves, sliding up against the short hairs of his undercut before threading themselves into the longer blonde locks atop his head. His eyes remain locked on you, basking in the pleased look on your face as you pull his bangs back, gently stroking the top of his head. 

 “Such a sweet boy, wearing this just for me.” You murmur, gently tracing where leather meets the soft skin of his neck. “You wanna be my good little puppy?”

With that, you meet his gaze--brown eyes glassy, lips slightly parted. The hand against his neck travels upward, thumb sliding across his bottom lip carefully. Atsumu feels himself harden and is forced to readjust--recentering his weight atop his knees before he nods.

 You grin at the reaction, bringing a leg up and resting it over his shoulder.

 “Then lick like one.”

 You go to tug him inward with the muscle of your calf, but Atsumu’s faster. In an instant, his face is pressed against your clothed cunt--eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he mouths against the fabric. You can’t help the small laugh that leaves you with a breath. Seeing him like this: so eager and desperate to please, fervently awaiting your every command. The polar opposite of the brash, self-assured Atsumu Miya the world sees on the court, through their TVs, in interviews…  It makes your chest warm, like the feeling of smooth liquor sliding down into your stomach, knowing that the very same Atsumu chooses to share and indulge in this deep, intimate part of himself with you and you alone.

It’s intoxicating.

 “You can take them off, ‘Tsumu.”

A quiet gasp leaves you, pleasantly surprised by his boldness.

 At the sound of his name, Atsumu’s eyelids flutter open and up to your face--black pupils blown out, engulfing brown. He brings a hand up near his mouth, and simply pulls your panties to the side, holding them there. His mouth seals itself against your bared cunt, tongue peeking out to toy with that sensitive little button near the top--

Atsumu is helpless to suppress the groan that tears itself from his chest.

 “'Tsumu--” You sigh, fingers intertwining with blonde locks. His face presses closer, letting out a pleased hum at the feel of your gentle tug on his hair. Your grip tightens, pulling the strands harder, to grind your slick heat against his mouth--

 “Yeah, you like that baby? Like when I use you to make myself feel good?”

 “Mmhmm…” Atsumu nods, doubling down on his efforts, alternating from licking to sucking and biting on your clit softly--increasing the speed, the intensity to just how he knows you like it.

 “You just wanna please me and make me cum on your mouth, don’t you sweet boy?” You tease between heavy breaths. To his credit, Atsumu’s working hard. He’s worked you up much faster than usual, and there’s something so fucking hot about how genuinely he’s lapping at your cunt. As if the way your sex drips at his actions is directly correlated to his own pleasure.

Just as with all things Atsumu does, his absolute dedication to giving his everything, even in this, is staggering. He has spent so much time studying your reactions to the varying strokes of his tongue against you. Cataloging each one. The way you keen when he takes his time, eating you open slowly, so slowly--like you are a flower awaiting the rains of spring before you will bloom for him. The way you subsequently shatter when he finally plunges those thick fingers inside. How your thighs tremble in his grip when you’re close and he finally seals his mouth over that sensitive clit, sucking hard to tip you over the edge. You wouldn’t dare insult his efforts by not reciprocating--by not giving him exactly what he wants, in turn.

His mouth moves down, circling your opening with his tongue, and then dips it inside--pressing the wet, wriggling muscle in as far as it will go. His brows knit together at the effort, nose pressed flush against you, and your head falls backward with an ungodly moan.

 “Off--Take them off, ‘Tsumu.” You command, (more frantically than you’d like to admit) as you grip the band of your underwear. His hands fly up, mouth reluctantly parting from your core, attached by a string of saliva as he pulls away. In one smooth motion, he’s slid the offending garment off your legs and tossed it who-fucking-cares-where. You catch yourself studying his face--the wet shine on his lips, the flush of his cheeks, the glossiness of his eyes as they turn upward to meet your own. Holding your gaze, he lets his tongue loll out of his mouth, leaning down to lave one long, flat lick from the bottom of your hole to the very top of your clit. Your breath flutters in your chest at the sight: how those coffee brown eyes kept themselves locked onto yours while he licked, watching for your approval--for your involuntary response to his efforts. So brazen and unashamed in his lewdness.

Atsumu sighs out an exhale--his heat of his breath against your wetness making you squirm.

 Fuck. You’re crumbling.

 “Atsumu…” You sigh, letting yourself fall backward to lie on the mattress. Atsumu perks up, pulling himself away to sit up straight and push your legs apart and back--toward your chest.

 “Astumu..!” You say again, tone slightly stern in your surprise at his boldness.

 “Shhh…” His eyes drift to a close, long lashes tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thigh while he presses soft kisses there--slowly encroaching back in toward your slick heat. “Ya’ been working so much lately…” A kiss at the junction between your thigh and pelvis. “‘n I thought about the taste of this sweet cunt all day. Jus’ lemme enjoy it.”

 You feel yourself tremble, back arching at his lewd words. This--This is not how this was supposed to go. He’s being more disobedient than usual.

Actually, he’s always this disobedient.

You were being more lenient than usual--allowing yourself to succumb so quickly.

Were you really tired enough to just let it go like this? Sure, you’d been busier than usual lately…

Now that you think about it, you had probably worked more overtime in the last week alone than you had done over the past six months.

 Atsumu’s eyes are half-lidded when he looks back up at you, those golden brown eyes swimming in an almost predatory haze. “Wanna eat you open ‘til you cum.”

 Fuck. He’s good.

You huff out a breath, feigning frustration. “Th-then put that mouth of yours to good use.”

The glint in his eyes tells you he, unfortunately, did not miss that verbal stumble. Blessedly, he doesn’t comment on it and elects to resume his earlier efforts at full force instead. Air floods into your lungs with a sharp inhale when his mouth makes contact. Thick, calloused fingers circle the hole of your opening before sliding in without resistance.

 “Mmmh! ‘Tsumu!”

You can feel the cheshire grin curling across his lips. Then, those fingers are pressing in, in, in as deep as they’ll go before dragging themselves slowly back out. Twice--three times--four times he repeats the motion, making sure to take his sweet time with each one.

 “Faster.” You breathe, desperation creeping into your tone.

 “‘M savoring it.” Atsumu murmurs through the side of his mouth, still partially wrapped around your clit, the hum of his voice sending tingles straight to your core.

The other, deeper part of him relishes in the thought of simply acquiescing to your command. Revels in the relief of allowing himself to break down to his most base self, existing only to use that unyielding dedication of his to endlessly spoil and service the one he loves.

You abruptly sit up. A hand reaches out, and you curl your index finger through the o-ring of his collar in a flash. You inch your face closer, tugging him toward you.

"Good puppys do what they’re told.” You whisper. Atsumu’s eyes are wide, face flushed red at your sudden aggression. Part of him demands he bite back. Begs him to use his athlete strength to hold you down into the mattress and fuck you senseless. To give himself the relief his leaking cock is desperate for.

 “I thought you wanted to be my good puppy boy, ‘Tsumu.” You tease, yanking on his hair hard, bearing his neck to you. Astumu moans, eyes squeezed shut at the heady mix of pain and pleasure, and before he realizes it, he’s rubbing his hard, arching cock against the side of the bed.

 “Ohhh, what happened to wanting to savor it?” You reach down, wrapping a hand around the tip of him. Slowly, cruelly, your hand squeezes as it slides downward and back up. Pumping with careful, lethargic movements--mirroring the infuriatingly slow speed his fingers had maintained within you. Atsumu lets out a shuttering moan, abs trembling with the pleasure of your touch.

 “I can’t… I can’t wait--I can’t. Please.” He babbles, lost in the lust consuming him with every stroke of your soft, small hand.

 “Aww, you can’t? Need to feel this tight pussy around you?”

 He nods (or at least, he tries to, against the tight grip your fingers have in his hair). “Please. Please I wan’--wanna make ya feel so good baby. So good ‘round my cock. Please.” You can’t help but grin. It’s so cute, the way his dialect slips out more and more when he loses himself in the fog of lust like this.

 Your fingers relinquish their rough grip on his hair and flatten, stroking the top of his head gently while your other hand continues its repeated journey up and down his length. His breath has turned ragged, head falling forward against your shoulder while he indulges in your touch for just a moment more.

 “Then c’mere.” You fall backward, pulling his big body over yours. Atsumu comes to his feet--albeit a bit shakily--and your legs wrap themselves around his middle. His hips slot against you, cock resting atop your petal-soft folds. Carefully, your fingers drift down your body, spreading them apart with your middle and ring fingers to slide his length between, resting just near where he so desperately wants to be. Precum gathers at his tip and drips onto your skin and a shaky sigh trembles out of Atsumu’s chest--knuckles turning white with his grip on the sheets. Your free hand grasps one of his, bringing it to your breast.

 “Touch me.”

 His big palm squeezes, other hand coming to grasp at its twin. He stares with rapt attention, feeling the pillowy soft skin beneath his calloused setter fingertips. Fingers pinch and tug on too sensitive nipples and you keen, back arching off the mattress beneath you.

 “‘Tsumu---’Tsumu please.”

 It seems it’s your turn to beg.

 “Yeah--I got ya.” He whispers, leaning over to engulf your body beneath his larger build. He releases one breast and lines himself up with your opening, spread open and slick, waiting just for him.

And then, finally he’s within your velvet walls. You cry at the stretch, at the way this angle lets his length reach into your deepest recesses. He’s bent over, face buried in the crook of your neck breathing hot puffs of air through an open mouth.

 “So warm…” You barely hear him whisper. “Fuck you’re so wet…” Once he has comfortably bottomed out within you, his hips draw back and the searing hot drag of his cock against your walls makes you moan, shameless in the pleasure. Your hands grasp his cheeks, tugging his face to you to seal your lips against his.

 “Mmm…” With a dark, pleased hum Atsumu opens his mouth, tongue sliding against yours and fuck--you can taste yourself on him. With one hand still palming a breast, he carefully tugs your nipple, letting the pull bounce with your body as he fucks into you. The two of you break apart for a breath, and Atsumu’s gaze is almost pitiful--eyes swimming with unshed tears, brows turned upward, face flushed. He looks positively delirious.

 “Feels so good ‘Tsumu.” You sigh. “You’re so good for me. Filling me up so well--”

 The vulgarity of your praise serves its purpose, and Atsumu’s thrusts immediately turn hard and fast. His hands become restless and come to clutch the fat of your thighs, letting one leg rest on his shoulder and pressing the other back, even further in toward your chest. The angle so, so deep and pace bruising, causing your breasts to bounce viciously with every movement in and out of your stretched hole.

 “Yeah--yeah. Wanna make you cum baby. Wanna make you feel so good and feel you tighten around me. Fuck--” He’s fucking you in earnest, sweat sticking those blonde bangs to his forehead. You slide one hand down the taut muscle of his arm, your light-handed touch scorching against Atsumu’s skin as you trail your hand down--all the way from the blade of his shoulder to the hand grasping your hip so firmly you wonder if you’ll find faint bruises shaped like his fingertips in the mirror tomorrow. Your fingers wander inward to the junction between your thighs until they reach your clit, gently circling the soft, sensitive bud with practiced precision. Atsumu breathes out a curse, watching your movements, his hips becoming frantic--some deep, base part of him taking control.

 “FUCK--” He cries, head falling to rest on your shoulder, hair tickling your skin. "Feels so good… so good. Y’r so hot like this.”

 Your chest flutters at the praise and a smug grin slides across your lips. Gently, you trace your tongue along the shell of his ear and he physically shivers.

 “Yeah? You like when I let you take me like this baby?” The hand not currently occupied with your own pleasure slowly rises to rake your nails down Atsumu’s broad, strong back and he audibly whimpers.

“Baby… baby please I’m--I wanna feel you cum around me so bad. Please.” His head turns to lick and suck at the skin of your neck--sloppy and wet and desperate.

 You can feel yourself tightening, the burning heat within you coiled so tightly it threatens to snap. It feels as though you might never catch your breath, mouth hanging open while you moan and sigh out mindless words of pleasure in Atsumu’s ear.

 “You fuck me so good. I’m so close. I’m so--I’m gonna--” and with just a handful of frenzied circles around your clit, Atsumu buries himself to the hilt inside your core and you come undone--walls constricting and fluttering while your legs tremble with the force of it. Your eyes are shut tight in ecstasy, but you feel Atsumu pull himself upright again and know he’s watching you with the eyes of a hawk, drinking the sight of your body orgasming beneath him. His thrusts slow, giving you his entire length in gentle, long strokes while you ride out the all-consuming throes of pleasure.

 Atsumu wills himself to a halt, staring down at you with those dark eyes. The satisfaction of pleasing you--of feeling your spasms around him has whet his appetite and now he is ravenous, desperate to cum inside you. He bites his lip, the exhausted muscles in arms nearly shaking with the effort of holding himself back.

 You take a beat to catch your breath before reopening your eyes to peek up at him.

 “You’re too good to me, ‘Tsumu.” You whisper, grinding yourself against him. Those coffee brown eyes go wide and he slides himself out slowly, looking to you one more time for the OK to continue.

With eyes half-lidded, body fucked out and soft, you meet his gaze.

“Fuck me to make yourself come, puppy.”

 You tug him in close.

Atsumu grips your thighs, pressing them impossibly far back against your chest again, holding your wet, fucked open cunt wide. He groans at the sight, hips stuttering until he's reached his previous pace. Atsumu moans, something high-pitched and desperate. It feels as though there are smoldering, hot coals in his stomach, waiting to be set ablaze. The slightest flicker enough to ignite them. And then you’re reaching up, grabbing his face with one hand, the other looping a finger through the o-ring of his collar.

 “Come for mommy, baby boy.”

 Atsumu combusts. Stars smatter behind his eyes in the blinding white heat. Every sensation across his body is numb compared to the blaze roaring in his core as he spills himself inside you. Hips falter, arms giving way as his weight comes to rest upon you. You release your hold on his collar, instead moving to caress the top of his head while he comes down from the high.

 The room is startlingly silent compared to the obscene noises filling it just moments ago, while the two of you catch your breaths. Eventually, he stirs, those brown eyes of his radiating warmth and bliss and love.

 “Thank you, “Tsumu.” You murmur with a sigh, body buzzing in satisfaction and joy.

 He flashes a crooked smile, nuzzling his face against your neck before placing the gentlest kiss to the overheated skin there.

 “Anything for you.”

 Sometimes, Atsumu knows what you need better than you do.