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Arachnophilia (Part Twenty-Four)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

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Content: Miguel is rutting, Reader is in heat, Public PinV sex, Messy french kissing, Mild voyeurism, Mild fear kink, Mouth covering/consensual silencing.

Word count: 6800

Notes: This is the non-threesome version, the threesome version of this chapter will be up tomorroowwwww hehehe exciting >:3

You barrelled into the elevator with Mig at your back. Neither of you could even stomach waiting until the doors were closed; the moment you hit the floor he was pinning you down with his lips and biceps, tonguing your mouth with furious, pining little moans. The doors closed on a handful of curious if horrified onlookers.

‘Mm- mm, come here’ he hissed between kisses, furiously petting your body.

‘M-Mig—’ You barely even got his name out of your mouth before his tongue was back down your throat. The soft ‘ding’ of the elevator, a reminder of the professional, clean-cut environment you were in, was drowned out by the sound of Mig grinding you into the floor.

You dug your nails into his back as he smothered you with his human torso. It was hard to breathe. You felt your lungs expanding in your chest as his muscled chest crushed your ribs. No air could hope to break through the bond he’d made between your lips, that halo of saliva and venom, allowing him to taste you in the most perverse way. His flat, hot tongue was curious as it brushed your own. You felt so delicate. So small. He wanted to eat you up.

You were getting lightheaded.

‘Mm—MM—’

When you finally pulled back for breath Mig turned to biting your neck, his lips tender but ferocious as they sank beneath the skin and sucked. Your soft little rasp made him rustle. So small, so sweet. He couldn’t wait to saturate you with his seed again.

You were left staring up at the roof of the elevator. The walls were shiny and completely white, which caused them to act like mirrors. You blanched a little at the shock of seeing yourself in third person.

You’d watched Mig fuck you before. You got a filthy little kick out of watching it. But here? You saw everything. Every part of his giant, monstrous body gently twitching and rustling with excitement as it prepped to penetrate you again.

 You realized, from this angle, just how small you were. Just how big he was. Just how truly, unfathomably absurd it was, that you let this man mate with you all day, that you let him inside you.

You realized that you were growing lightheaded again, but not from lack of air. Your blood was pumping. The thought, the sight, caused your swollen clit to throb, and you succumbed to the most pathetic little moan.

You were right on the brink of becoming utterly intoxicated by your own heat. Mig, too, was fully erect and straining against your spread legs, fighting like he believed he could penetrate you even through the suit. You were sure that he could.

It was right on the cusp of that euphoria, of giving in to that sweet pleasure, that the soft ‘ding’ of the elevator drew your attention away. It was just a second, just a momentary distraction, but it was enough to scare you back to reality.

You could see that the elevator was going to open up again in just two floors.

‘Mig?’ you whined. He purred.

‘Arañita…’

He pulled back from the bite to hiss against your cheek, an instinctual reflex to see you submit. Your hormones responded and forced you to involuntarily turn, snapping your head to the side so he could lick your cheek.

Perhaps it was the smell of other people in the air, the stench of competing genes bombarding his senses. Perhaps it was the weight of hiding his true, emotional well of feelings. Whatever it was, something broke down his barriers.

‘Arañita’ he rasped. His chest was heaving, his body trembling. Words spilled from his mouth like floodwater, too garbled for you to hear correctly. ‘Arañita... somos perfectos el uno para el otro. Te quiero. Necesito de ti.’

‘Mig—’

He was grinding against with his whole weight. It was like being trapped beneath a bear. You were utterly trapped, totally pinned, and all you could do was lie there as he thrust and pumped against your clothed pussy.

‘Mi tesoro’ he whined, ‘mi tesoro. Tú eres mío/a. Tú eres mío/a—’

‘Mig!’

Your partner finally paused as you snapped his name, obediently rustling his way down to the floor. He went like a lapdog in spite of his throbbing, needy cock, searching for approval.

‘A-Arañita?’

‘The—elevator, is going to open!’ you hissed.

Mig went rigid. You saw every hair on his body bristle as the elevator continued to slowly plink its way upward. He snapped his head and saw the little electronic floor number going up, up, up, soon to open.

You had time to make yourselves presentable, but you didn’t have time to fuck.

That wouldn’t do.

With a hiss Mig impulsively swung his claws above your head, tearing a huge chunk out of the control panel of the elevator wall. It immediately stuttered to a halt, plunging you both into darkness. You squeaked.

‘Mig! You—’

‘Shh.’

In the dark you couldn’t see his body, but you could see his eyes. Those bloody burning eyes, red and hot, peering down at your body. You could hear him rustling above you like a rattle snake.

You wanted to complain, but fuck, this was too good. Trapped in a claustrophobic box, alone, with nothing but this great, beautiful horny beast. Your clit pulsed almost violently at the sweet air of danger.

He paced around your body, his legs low and his eyes narrowed. He breathed in your scent as he crawled in a circle.

There was something palpable between you. Something higher than words, unspoken but real, something subconcious. Some almost supernatural pull. You wondered, partly, if this went beyond even the hormonal pull of your rut.

All you really knew is that you were in agony without him.

In the dark you slowly lowered yourself down into doggie position, hips raised and cheek to the floor, perfectly posed for him. You heard the soft clacking of his spider paws go silent. You breathed hard, your body still.

‘Come have me’ you whispered into the dark. ‘Come—Come have me.’

‘You want me?’

His voice was husky and deep as it echoed. You shuddered as you heard those fluffy legs moving closer.

‘Yes. I want to mate with you.’

Mig let out a satisfied grunt. You tensed a little as his leg brushed your side, but you didn’t move.

You stayed still as he mounted you.

‘Mi tesoro’ he whispered. You scrunched up your face to avoid screaming with pleasure as he ripped your suit open at the crotch.

‘My Mig’ you whimpered. ‘My Mig, mine. Ah—take me, please.’

You heard him snap his enormous fangs. His abdomen was wiggling slightly as he mounted himself into the right position; forelegs on your hips, human hands dug into the ceiling for stability, his spider legs slightly bent like a bowing horse to maintain the right height.

You felt something soft, warm and wet probing at your sex in the dark, smearing something wet across the sensitive skin. You knew it was him. He was going to take you again.

‘I will be—quick’ he whispered. His phallus moved closer, that thick rod squishing a little as it searched for what it wanted. You felt it slip in just an inch and physically clawed at the elevator floor.

‘F-Fuck—’

It was still such a strange sensation. It was hard, yes, but much of its girth was squishy and plush. It didn’t slide in smooth like a regular cock. It pushed in and expanded, filling every bit of space available. You felt that slow expanse of pressure begin as he started to rut.

‘Shh. Still, mi tesoro. We must be quick.’

You grit your teeth and moaned internally as he slid inside you with one smooth motion. So fat, so rough, he smothered your insides with his own plush girth and squeezed those walls until you felt full. You tried to squirm but his forelegs held you still.

‘Take it’ he hissed, and you did. You whimpered as he started to thrust.

No matter how many times you mated with him it still felt so unbearably new, and more importantly, so unbearably good. The size meant that he was always gently massaging your internal g-spot as he moved, and the soft way he nuzzled at your cervix created a dull thud that was both slightly uncomfortable and incredibly pleasurable.

Your body jolted back and forth as he pushed in and out. He could slide half his shaft out, letting it dribble your own hot slick to the floor, and still leave you feeling incredibly full. But then he’d bottom out again, letting that plush cock drift back up and push your cunt to its limits, and you’d learn a whole new level of fullness.

The knowledge that no one could ever compare to him was erotic on its own. You lay down and praised him.

‘So—big, Mig, so—fucking big’ you whined.

‘Is—is that, a good thing, or—are you in pain?’ Mig asked, his own bluntness breaking through even as he panted and humped at your back.

‘Good’ you panted back, ‘good, so—so, so good—’

‘Mm—I’m, glad—you do feel, extremely, tight—’ He moaned on the word ‘tight’ as he felt your muscles gently ripple and tense. He started to pick up speed. ‘So, tight, so—wet. You take it so well. You are—a perfect, perfect specimen.’

You started grunting as he rammed his cock into you from behind. The dull thump of his furry abdomen hitting your ass filled the elevator and your own ears, letting you hear the full surround sound of your own body being fucked.

‘So wet, so soft’ Mig whined. You felt the veins in his shaft gently pulse, and you knew in your core he’d just smeared you with more pre-cum. Not that it mattered, of course, not when his previous load of seed was now sliding down his thighs as he made way for more.

God, what had you let him do to you? You moaned at the thought. You berated yourself internally for being his little cum dumpster. It was a form of self-gratification, to remind yourself you were his breedable little thing, that all he wanted was to stuff you.

With a soft whine you reached your hand beneath your belly and started circling your own clit.

Mig saw what you were doing and groaned. ‘Ah—that is, gorgeous, arañita’ he blurted. ‘Ah—keep doing that, please. That is—ah, so, desperate, so cute, keep going—’

‘Mig…’ you whined his name as you touched yourself. Your fingers kept brushing his cock as it expanded in and out of your cunt, the fat thing causing you to slip as it squeezed more slick onto your hand. It was hard to focus.

‘So cute, look at you’ he purred. ‘So, so cute. Ah—I love when you get, desperate. Let me—’

‘Hey! Is anyone in there?’

A low, crackling disembodied voice filled the dark room. Miguel instinctively bent down and covered your mouth, hoping to stifle your moans, though it rather backfired. You immediately clenched your pussy around his shaft at the pleasurable sensation of him smothering you, which pushed him to bite down his own groan of pleasure. He replied to the voice through gritted teeth.

‘Yeah! We—MM—We’re trapped in here!’ he replied.

‘Are you guys okay?!’

‘Yes’ Mig barked back. You whimpered on the floor as he continued to fuck you without pause.

‘You sound—oh, oxygen levels are showing as still stable. Are you guys breathing okay?’

‘Y… Yes, it’s just—ah, slight, anxiety, about being trapped. That’s all’ Mig replied.

‘Is anyone else in there?’

‘Yes. Yes, ah—my, mat—partner, is here’ he replied.

‘Are they okay?’

Mig tried not to groan. He wanted to blurt it, to brag about how he was currently balls deep inside you, how you were touching yourself and screaming his name, but he bit it down. He kept humping as he spoke.

‘Yes, just—they’re a little more frightened than me. I’m taking care of them though’ he said, slipping that last bit in as a subtle jab for his own gratification.

‘Okay, that’s fine! Uh—give us a few minutes and we’ll have it fixed.’

A few minutes?

You and Mig both glanced at each other. Shit, you thought. Could you finish in—

You squeaked as Mig reared himself back up and began absolutely decimating you with his cock, punching your cervix with each rough thrust. You screamed.

‘MIG! AH—’

‘Shh, sh, let me—finish, just—need to, finish—’

You had nothing to hold onto as your body was thrown and pushed to its limits. You were sliding across the floor, squeaking and grinding against the smooth, cold metal, as Mig smacked and pumped you from behind. He tossed you like your body weighed nothing.

His claws unsheathed and tore into the metal above. The raking screech of metal resonating with his groaning.

‘Ah—let me, finish, fuck—just, let me, breed with you—’

You could hear someone using a device on the other side of the elevator door. They were trying to pry it open.

The next few minutes were pure panic. Mig fucked you like there was no tomorrow, forcing himself as deep and hard as he could as he tried to ejaculate. You took it all with barely a whimper. You were going to hurt for this, but it was worth it.

It was so worth it, in fact, that with your finger still just barely brushing your clit, you climaxed. You squirmed and bucked and scraped your toes against the floor as that sweet rapturous orgasm flooded your body with relief, and thank god you did, as your own pleasure was the final point to tip Mig over the edge.

He grunted hard, almost animalistically as he ejaculated inside you. He was pumping low and hard, slowly pulling out inch by inch with each thick rope so he could make room. Like a piping bag filling a soft dessert he pulled back to ensure he got as much inside you as possible, and when spent he let the throbbing tip slide out your entrance with a soft pop.

He immediately plugged you with webs while you recovered on the floor. He was slow to recover but his higher mind was pushing him forward, because you now had maybe a few seconds before you were found. He could hear the calls on the other side of the elevator door beginning to pry it open.

‘Up’ Mig hissed. ‘Up, up mi tesoro.’

He sheathed his softened phallus and hurried to try and fix you. There was no time for aftercare. He helped you stand and began frantically stitching the torn part of your suit back together.

‘Stand back! We’re prying it open!’

The elevator doors slid apart right as he snapped the last bit of silk on your suit, revealing a tall and imposing shadow in its maw. You both watched in a state of panic as their face came into view.

Miguel’s cold, tired pout stared back at you and Mig from the elevators entrance.

For a moment all three of you went silent. You were too shocked to say a word, as was Mig, and Miguel seemed too exasperated to get a word out. He simply ran a hand down his face and furiously rubbed at his eyes.

‘Ay coño—’ he murmured beneath his breath, though his moment of weakness was quickly hidden as a spider somewhere behind him called over.

‘Hey! Is the elevator okay? They—’

‘It’s fine’ Miguel called back. You realized, to your surprise, that he appeared to be using his body to shield you and Mig from whoever was trying to curiously peer inside to see what happened. ‘There was a malfunction due to uh—snapped wire, looks like. I’ll deal with it. You guys head out.’

‘Are you sure?

‘I’m sure. You get your work done’ Miguel called over his shoulder. You heard the grateful little farewell from the unseen spider before they swung away, and only then did Miguel stroll forward into the elevator with you. He used his own web to slam the elevator doors shut.

‘Miguel, where did you—’

‘Why… did you not GO IN A PORTAL, HOME?’ he hissed in your face. You stumbled back as Mig pushed his way forward, his teeth defensively bared. Again, to your surprise, Miguel didn’t push any further. He reluctantly held up his hands and stepped back.

‘I said, why did you two not make a portal and go back to your universe?’ he hissed in a slightly less aggressive tone. ‘Why did you do it in the elevator?!

‘I, ah—I, wasn’t, thinking straight’ you blurted. ‘I just… I needed, to—’

‘Eres estúpido—’ Miguel paused midway through his angry rant to breathe. You watched in real time as he forced that instinctual rage down. ‘I know’ Miguel grunted. ‘I know. Just— alright, stand back’ he barked. You hated how you still obediently followed his orders.

Miguel held up his watch and created a portal on the far side of the elevator. He gestured to you both to jump in. ‘Here. Sneak out while you can, I’ll call someone to check the elevator.’

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. You wanted to ask what his deal was, where he’d gone, why he was suddenly helping. You had a million questions for this man, though you quickly realized they’d have to wait, as Mig was tugging you towards him. The spider hadn’t blinked since Miguel entered the elevator, and his body was shaking with the innate desire to pummel his rival.

Miguel stared back with cold eyes. He made no move, though.

‘Go, no. Out’ Miguel said. Mig bobbed his head. He checked quickly that you were safe and stable at his side, and with his foreleg around your waist he leapt through.

You dove through the portal and stumbled back out into the old woods, your feet right on the verge of your homely little hole in the ground. You let out a sigh as you hit the grass.

‘Ah, thank—god. Well, that—’

You turned and froze. Miguel had followed you through the portal, and he was nonchalantly fixing his suit sleeves as he strolled towards you and Mig.

‘Miguel? Wh—why did you follow us?!’ you blurted. He glanced at you in response. Your shaky legs, your wet, hot face, the stench of semen and sweat on your body. His lip curled.

‘God you are both—’ he paused to hiss beneath his breath. ‘Degenerado. Cochino’ he emphasised as he glanced at Mig.

Poor Mig had been slightly thrown off by the sudden portal travel. He was folded up on the floor, hands on his head, but as he heard that familiar voice still echoing in his forest his neck snapped around to face him.

The two locked eyes.

‘You’ Mig hissed.

‘Cochino’ Mig repeated coldly.

Immediately Mig hissed. He spat a line of steaming venom across the grass in front of him, creating a divide between Miguel and you. Mig paced sideways, his eyes fixated on the man before him, until his spider body came to stand directly on top of you.

‘Get, off, my territory’ Mig seethed. His body let out a rustling sound like a snake, a fools attempt to scare Miguel away. It failed.

‘Look, let’s—talk, inside’ Miguel said with a sigh.

‘You are not welcome in my nest, nor even in this forest’ Mig said, his lip curling with distaste. Miguel just sighed again. The man looked so much older than he was.

‘I—I mean, we can talk out here, if you want, but I think your partner might object’ Miguel said, gesturing to you with his hand. Mig paused and looked down.

You were, indeed, very desperate to get inside. Your legs had been contorted and tensed to the point that they were trembling just from standing, and you were reluctant to have to sit in the wet, muddy grass for much longer.

Mig’s face went from disdainful to sympathetic in a second. He ignored Miguel entirely as he scooped your body up and into his arms, his torso twisting so that he could lay you down on his soft, furry abdomen.

‘Ah, arañita, I’m so sorry. I will care for you inside. Now, YOU—’

He spun back around and snapped at Miguel, his face contorting from soft to aggressive. Miguel maintained his exhausted expression.

‘What do we have to talk about?’ Mig spat.

‘A lot. We have… a lot, to talk about’ Miguel replied cryptically. Mig was having none of it. He stamped and reared his front legs in a territorial display.

‘I have nothing to say to you, spare perhaps that I’m disappointed to see you didn’t—’ Mig froze. He wanted to say ‘die’, but as it reached his lips it petered out into nothing. He knew if he said that he’d be lying. It was something he thought he felt, but, it wasn’t true.

He was, deep down, glad to see Miguel alive. His deep hatred couldn’t quell their past, nor his fundamental morals. He valued life. He valued this man, even if he hated him for what he’d done. Mig swallowed hard and struggled to regain his commanding tone.

‘You… What do you want?’ he barked. ‘If you want them—’

‘Idiot. I’m not here to hurt you, or to touch them, or—anything of the sort. Look, if you’re that paranoid, you can… tie my hands together. You’re a freak, you should enjoy that, right?’ Miguel replied spitefully.

Mig narrowed his eyes. ‘If our shared insecurity taught you anything, it should be that you are not my type’ he said slowly.

Miguel narrowed his eyes back. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a grim half-smile. He let out a chuckle. It was just one soft noise, then two, then three. ‘Mhm. Funny. Funny. Just—can we talk? …Please?’

He said ‘please’ like it physically hurt to say, but he said it. Mig glanced around his shoulder at you, and you glanced back.

You weren’t sure what to think. Miguel so far had done three things that surprised you. He’d filed the paperwork so you didn’t get in trouble, which at the time you suspected could have been a secret ploy to ruin you later, but now he’d been given the most perfect chance to embarrass you both in front of the society and he’d instead saved you again.

‘Where did you go? You just vanished’ you said.

‘I took a break to… think’ Miguel replied. ‘I had to figure things out. Lick my wounds, so to speak.’

‘Okay. Why did you file that paperwork?’ you asked slowly. ‘Why did you just help us?’

The distaste in Miguel’s eyes was what you wanted to see. If he’d had something planned, he’d have looked cool, collected, perhaps smug even. Right now, though, he just looked angry. He looked annoyed, even, that he had to do this. He was doing this against his will, meaning either someone was forcing him to help you, or he was forcing himself to do this.

‘I… I, felt like I had to’ he said.

You cocked your head to the side. So it was him. You gently patted Mig’s back, urging him to lean around and face you again.

‘Let’s hear him out’ you said. Mig instinctively looked disgusted at the idea, almost betrayed that you’d even suggest it.

‘He—he is, after what he did—’

‘I’m not asking for anything other than to hear him out’ you insisted. ‘If he makes a move, you can kill him. Though, only if I haven’t killed him first. But twice now he’s helped us out. He was given the perfect chance to actually get us kicked out and he rejected it.’

‘He— It’s a, ploy. It has to be’ Mig hissed. You shook your head.

‘No. If he had a plan, he wouldn’t be so angry that he’d done it. He knows he’s getting nothing out of this.’

Miguel raised a brow as you spoke. He seemed begrudgingly impressed at how perceptive you were. Mig, in contrast, sighed. Faced with the sincerity in your voice, he was forced to concede.

‘Fine. Mi arañita wishes to hear you out, and, they are king here. Come in, just… Don’t touch anything. I don’t want your filthy stench on my home’ Mig snapped. Miguel opened his mouth to argue back but a firm look from you pushed him to stay silent.

With lips pursed he followed you down into the den. The three of you made your way through the big round front door and into the warm tone tunnels within, basking in the gentle light of the candles burning in their little coves in the wall. Miguel noted it all with a certain level of dread and disgust. This was not a home for humans.

Mig walked you through to the bedroom where he could lay you down on the mattress, allowing your poor legs to rest. He settled on the bed’s side while Miguel stood rigidly by the door.

For a few minutes he was left to stew in his own discomfort while Mig attended to you; licking your thighs, preening your hair, kissing your cheek. He followed through a quick version of his usual aftercare system before finally turning on his counterpart.

‘Alright. Go on. What’s this about?’ Mig asked.

You both stared him down as you waited for his answer. You noted how horrendously uncomfortable he looked.

‘I wanted to—apologize’ he said. He grit his teeth on the word ‘apologize’, and he refused to make eye contact, but he did at least manage to get it out.

‘Are you… are you serious?’ you asked.

‘Yes!’ he snapped, though he quickly backed down when Mig bared his teeth. He groaned, hands sliding down his face, as he tried his best to format what he’d planned to say.

‘I’m—sorry, for how I acted’ Miguel said. The words seemed to weigh in his mouth like hot coals. It looked like agony. ‘I’m sorry for treating you unfairly, for—sending you on that mission.’

Mig listened in silence. When he spoke, it was cold.

‘I don’t care. I don’t want it.’

‘Mig—’

‘I don’t need, nor want, his apology’ Mig hissed, both at you and Miguel. ‘And you shouldn’t either. He is a lying snake.’

‘I can’t—lie! O’Hara’s can’t lie!’ Miguel argued, his hands now clasped to his chest. Mig spat venom at him for the second time.

‘You are not an O’Hara. You are a snake. You are—’

‘I’M SORRY’ Miguel blurted. Mig reared himself up to instigate a fight, but this time you held him back. You grabbed a thick fistful of his fur and tugged him back down to the bed beside you.

‘Mig—Miggy, Miggy, sweetheart.’ You whispered gently as he settled, trying your best to hug him as he trembled with rage. ‘It’s okay. It’s okay. You have every right to be upset. But I want to hear his apology. You can leave, if you want, that’s fine. But, can I hear it, please?’

Mig sneered at his counterpart as his spider legs pulled you close. He shoved you deep into his fur, nestling you like a plush toy. ‘Mi arañita, he—he almost got you hurt—’

‘Let’s hear if he’s sincere’ you insisted. ‘Please. Or—just let me. I can take care of myself. I just—it would be beneficial for this whole thing to be over, right?’

Mig took a minute or so to slow his breathing, using your warmth and presence as a comforter to soothe his violently beating heart, but once calm he relented. In a calmer state of mind, he did want to his counterpart’s argument, though not for kind reasons. He just wanted to hear him grovel.

‘He… Very well. Continue’ Mig said coldly.

Miguel, who looked equally angry and uncomfortable that somehow you hadn’t just accepted his apology instantly, did just that.

‘I’m sorry. I am, genuinely, sorry, that I let my distaste for you personally impact their safety.’

‘What about Mig’s safety?’ you pushed.

Miguel bared his teeth. ‘I was getting to tha—uh. Yes, I am sorry that I impacted on your safety too, Miguel. You—whatever issues we have, you were under my care, and… you are one of me. The only one of me I still have contact with. I should have kept you safe.’

‘I don’t need your pity’ Mig hissed.

‘I know. You are—stronger than me, I’m aware’ Miguel grunted. ‘But—still, as I was saying, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I tried to approach you so aggressively while in rut, I—am, disgusted in myself for that. I’m sorry I acted unprofessionally in trying to tear you apart. I truly, believed, I was doing what was right, that you were in danger in his care, but I—I was wrong’ he said, grimacing on the word ‘wrong’.

‘I know I was wrong. And I hate it, because I can’t afford to be wrong, but that—that isn’t your fault. I just—I am sorry, for how I pushed both of you. You… didn’t, technically, do anything wrong.’

‘These are nice words, very pretty. How are we supposed to trust that, though?’ Mig asked.

‘Look, I will- prove it. I will. I want to, help.’

‘Help with what?’ Mig pushed.

Miguel let out an exasperated sigh. ‘I… We mentioned, ages ago, that the reason you needed to be sanctioned was due to the unknown factors around people from different dimensions having children. Right?’

‘Yes. I remember what you used to keep us apart’ Mig hissed.

‘I…’ Miguel opened his mouth to deny it, but he had to stop himself. He knew it was true. ‘Yes, I did. I used it as an excuse to shame you away from each other. But—it wasn’t, untrue.’

‘What wasn’t?’ you asked.

‘The… The issue of, inter-dimensional couples’ Miguel sighed. ‘That. That is the issue. People from different universes have different DNA, we are coded to the universe we came from. As far as we know, it’s not changeable. It’s why, without that watch there, you would de-stabilize and your DNA would crumble.’

You blinked and glanced at the watch on your wrist. As you contemplated what he was saying, you started to feel a little sick. The reminder that you weren’t welcome here, that you were hanging by a thread in this world, it hurt to realize. You and Mig weren’t from the same universe. You were never meant to meet.

‘Because of that, the idea that—well, the possibility of breeding between dimensions, it’s never been touched before. None of our members have tried, until you two. There is a very real fear that it could cause an anomaly, or—kill you, one or both of you.’

You were drawn to look at Mig, and he was drawn to look at you. He looked horrified. The intrusive memory of Dana, dead on the ground, filled his head. The idea of that being you, of you dying in an attempt to bring about offspring for him, it made him his heart palpitate.

‘Arañita?’ he whimpered. You touched a hand to his flank to help keep him grounded, and internally you stiffened yourself. He needed you to be strong for him.

‘We… yeah. We know that’ you said slowly. ‘I mean—even if it wasn’t true, we accepted that we might not be able to have kids. It’s fine. I’m happy with him.’

While Mig did a little grateful rustle, Miguel tried to cover up how disgusting he still found your PDA.

‘That’s fine, but… What I’m offering is, I will conduct the research to find out if its actually dangerous or not. You won’t have to just, wonder.’

‘You—You’ll do what?’

Miguel rolled his eyes as you and Mig blurted the same confused question in almost perfect unison. ‘Ay Dios mio—I will help you find out whether its actually dangerous’ he repeated.

‘But, why?’ you asked, still in shock.

‘Because, I told you! You stupid—ah. I am sorry, for how I acted, and I—as much as I find this, grotesque, I…’ Miguel paused again. Through all that anger, through all that disgust, you thought for a moment that he looked sad. He looked pitiable, lost, alone. It flashed over his eyes for just a second before he blinked it away.

‘I have seen every version of myself’ Miguel said, his voice dipping and slowing as he monologued. ‘Every. Version. They are all… miserable. They all lose someone, if not everything. Do you know how many Peter Parkers there are, that are happy?’

You shook your head awkwardly, and Miguel let out a sardonic chuckle.

‘Almost 60%. Do you know how many versions of me, are happy?’

Again, you shook your head. You saw that little flash of self-pity again.

‘It’s just… him’ he spat. He raised a claw and pointed it at Mig, who stared back with sombre eyes. ‘It’s just, him, now. The only one happy, and it wasn’t even with someone from his own universe. He’s all that’s left. The only other version of us who got to be happy was the one who wasn’t changed, who got to have a child, but he died before he got to really raise her. Everywhere I went, I was alone, or dead, or a monster. Do you know, what they DOES to a person?’

You felt your body growing small in the face of his spiel. You felt Mig shuffling uncomfortably.

‘You don’t. But he does.’ Miguel pointed again to Mig, who refused to meet his gaze. ‘He knows. He knows what it means to be alone, and for that, I needed him.’

For some reason, that sentiment bothered you. ‘You treated Mig worse than anyone else’ you blurted. Miguel didn’t deny it.

‘Because I know that I’m alone not just due to my canon. It’s—us. As beings. We are… fundamentally flawed’ Miguel said slowly. ‘It’s the spider in us. This, monster, this animal, with no morals, just—eat, fuck, sleep, kill. I wanted to believe I could be good. That I could be better. But I keep…’

He paused again to let out a long breath. ‘I keep, fucking, up. I keep using people, like you. And he fucked up too. I justified, myself, because… well he fucked up too. It must be all of us. But he… You, stayed with him, so long. You ignored peoples disgust, you—ignored his body, and you, stayed. I couldn’t comprehend why. I thought—he had to be using you.’

‘I stayed because he’s good’ you insisted. ‘See, you’re so—cruel to him, just for looking this way. He’s only ever been kind.’

In the face of your righteous defence of Mig, Miguel suddenly started to smile.

‘Ah. And there it is.’

You frowned a little, confused by his response. His smile was so, so sad.

‘There it is. Little naïve spider. That’s what drove me so mad. Why did you care about him, why did you want him, and not me?’

‘Well, I—’

‘Because you’re a freak.’

‘HEY—’

Miguel held up his hands and backed down as both you and Mig reared up in retaliation. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I mean—you are still a freak, but that’s not the whole story, is it? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter why you picked him. All that mattered, to me, is that you didn’t pick me. I… hate, what I am. I despise it. And I just—I wanted, someone, to want me. Even a part of me. I wanted someone to prove me wrong. But they never did.’

‘But, your friend—’ you started to say, until Miguel interrupted you again.

‘Pity’ he said coldly. ‘It feels like… pity, when he touches me. It’s why I can’t stand it unless I have to. He’s a good man, but… Nobody touches me because they want me.’

‘How sad’ Mig cruelly noted. ‘Why should we care?’

Miguel let out another sad laugh, and you noticed then that his red eyes were wavering. They were swimming, like the setting sun over an ocean scape. He was crying. ‘You stood by his side. You stood by him through everything, and I…’

He paused and wiped a hand down his face. ‘And I lost to him. Every time. I have no excuse anymore. Something is wrong with me. I don’t know what, maybe—it is, the spider, maybe its potency is more in me than him because its hidden, I don’t know. I just know, that maybe, whatever I need to do, it’s in him.’

He turned to face the wall, seemingly to hide his emotion, and you were left to glance at Mig as you both tried to figure out what this meant.

‘Okay. Well… Thank you, for apologizing’ you said. ‘I mean that.’

‘Uh—god, don’t, give me your pity’ Miguel grunted back.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t’ you said firmly. ‘I just—I wanted to hear more about this, help, you’re offering.’

Miguel nodded slowly, his back still turned, and with cautious movements he spun around to face you and Mig.

‘I’ve done some research into this area before, but specifically with merging an existing persons DNA with that of another universe. Switching it over, in layman’s terms. I haven’t done anything with creating new life with different universal donors, but I think my previous research may help. I just—I need help to do it. I wasn’t good enough, on my own, to do anything successfully. I’m too- busy.’

He cracked his knuckles as he spoke. He looked angry to admit it, to acknowledge his failure. You watched his full display with wide and curious eyes. Something in him had undoubtedly changed.

‘So, you need help?’ you asked.

‘Yes. I need—more of me’ Miguel explained. ‘I’m the only one who can do it, so, the only one who can help is another version of me.’

‘And, you’ll help us find out if we can, stay? Together?’ you asked. Miguel nodded, his lip curled into a slightly sarcastic smile.

‘Yes. I will be clear though, this isn’t… entirely, altruistic. I am a hypocrite, after all, right?’

You didn’t respond, and so he continued.

‘After all the failures I saw, I gave up. But… I have convinced myself, perhaps stupidly, to do this one more time. To try, one last time. Maybe… Maybe there’s another Gabi. Maybe, I…’ Maybe I could love something, he thought, though he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Maybe he could be happy. Maybe, he wasn’t doomed.

Mig grunted at Miguel’s proposition, which drew Miguel out of daydreaming and back to his counterpart who he was now awkwardly begging for help. The two started at each other for a while.

Mig didn’t look pleased, but deep down he had regained some of his sympathy for his variant. This arrogant fool had ruined himself, and now he stood here crying, asking for help.

It felt good to see him so low, and yet it also felt bad. Mig could so easily see himself in his place. He’d done so much, and yet he just kept forgiving him. Perhaps he was stupid for that. Either way, what mattered is that Miguel was making an offer that meant the world to him. The chance to be with you long term, to consider having a family, to be a unit.

It was all he wanted. The question, then, was whether he could put up with this man long enough to see it through?

Mig coughed and slowly stretched a hand towards his counterpart.

‘Okay. Deal. I do not accept your apology, not—yet, but, I will accept your help in ensuring me and mi arañita can have a stable future together.’

Miguel curled his lip in distaste, but he did take his hand and shake it. He hated how small his hand looked in Mig’s palm. The two quickly threw each other’s hands aside.

‘Good. Well, I will… leave you both to it’ Miguel said while brushing dirt from his suit. ‘Just—don’t, fuck in my HQ again. Please. It’s—annoying.’

The man departed without another word, leaving you and Miguel alone in bed. You held your breath right up until you heard the door slam shut and a distant portal open, and only once that portal had closed did you release it.

‘Oh, man, okay… Hey, Mig?’

Mig blinked and turned towards you. It was clear he was also running over what had just happened in his own head. ‘You, uh… do you, believe me?’ you asked.

Mig blinked, his face not showing any obvious emotion. ‘Mm… I do. We don’t lie. I know that for sure. Perhaps if he’d, said it somewhere else, but… he said it to our faces. He, cried, almost.’

‘Yeah, that was… weird.’

As you sighed Mig crawled into bed beside you, his thick legs drawing you into his fluff for warmth. You nestled against him tight.

‘I hope he’s telling the truth’ you whispered. ‘I really, really do. Because if we could know, for sure, about our future, it… I just hope he was telling the truth.’

‘Me too, arañita…. Me too.’

Link to alternate version!

Link to part twenty five

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Carlos Sainz x bride!reader

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Solstice Tales - II. Castigo (Enzo/Matías/Santiago)

Enzo no siempre extraña Montevideo.

Fue en otra vida, dice si le preguntan, está perfecto en Buenos Aires. Vive en un barrio tranquilo, rodeado de árboles llenos de pájaros que cantan, comparte hogar con sus parejas (todavía le resulta raro el plural) pero tiene una habitación sólo para él, trabaja en los proyectos que verdaderamente le interesan y siempre hay nuevas cosas por descubrir.

No tiene tiempo de extrañar, es lo que normalmente diría, sobre todo porque en realidad no tiene tiempo de sentarse en silencio y pensar sin que sus pensamientos se vean interrumpidos por las discusiones de sus dos personas favoritas. En esos momentos extraña el silencio de vivir solo.

Eso es todo.

Cerca de las nueve de la mañana, mientras se encarga de la ropa, cruza la sala para recoger una camiseta que alguien -no es difícil saber quién- dejó tirada en la entrada. Una sensación más que familiar lo recorre cuando ve desde su lugar el panorama en la cocina: Santiago está lavando los platos y Matías está con él.

El problema es que Matías está sentado en la barra de la cocina y observa a Santiago con una mirada maliciosa. Balancea los pies en el aire, golpeando el mueble, mientras sorbe fuerte de la bombilla del mate en sus manos. Enzo puede sentir que su expresión cambia en cuanto lo ve abrir la boca para hablar.

-¿No pensás lavar esa taza?- pregunta el menor en un tono simplemente irritante. Santiago voltea para dirigirle una mirada molesta y continúa sin contestar-. Te pregunto nada más... Como últimamente hacés las cosas por la mitad...

Enzo no tiene idea de qué es lo que Santiago dejó por la mitad y sospecha que es un invento de Matías. A veces se aburre. Cuando se aburre es insoportable. Intentó de todo -hasta con la ayuda de Agustín- y todavía no puede sacarle esa horrible costumbre de molestar a Santiago como pasatiempo.

Santiago deja caer el plato con un poco más de fuerza de la necesaria; Enzo no quiere intervenir, sabe que el rubio es más que capaz de defenderse, pero Matías sonríe con satisfacción cuando escucha el suspiro cansado del otro. Es el punto de quiebre y sólo puede terminar de una manera.

-Dejá de joder.

-¿Qué pasa? ¿Estás sensible?

Enzo suspira. Este es el momento en que Santiago explota, contesta, Matías lo presiona hasta ganarse un insulto o dos y luego se desata el infierno. Llevan repitiendo la misma rutina las últimas dos semanas y no puede permitir, precisamente hoy que esperan visitas, que se repita.

Sería una pena que...

-Estoy cansado.

Eso es nuevo.

La sombra de inseguridad -ese es un punto en el que todavía trabajan incansablemente- que frunce el ceño de Matías no pasa desapercibida por Enzo. Sabe que el menor se está preguntando "¿De mí?" mientras abandona su postura desafiante y su muy habitual, muy cómodo lugar sobre la barra, del que siempre intentan bajarlo sin éxito.

Parece un animal herido. Desconfiado y débil. Otra vez.

Enzo se detiene en el umbral de la cocina, cruzando los brazos sobre su pecho, con una expresión severa. En cuanto Matías lo ve imita su gesto, pero en su caso la acción pretende poner una barrera entre su cuerpo y el resto del mundo.

-¿Qué pasó?- pregunta para romper el silencio-. ¿Otra vez lo mismo?

Santiago voltea, claramente sorprendido, ignorando lo que sucedió mientras no miraba. Matías se encoge de hombros y finge inocencia e indiferencia. Enzo da otro paso hacia ellos y ve cómo sus cuerpos se tensan. Expectantes. Temblorosos.

Se dirige hacia Matías y se inclina hasta que sus respiraciones se mezclan. Lo complace ver cómo el otro desvía la mirada, un poco incómodo, pero no puede saborear la victoria como le gustaría. En este momento tiene otras prioridades.

-Santiago.

-¿Qué?- pregunta el rubio con un hilo de voz. Enzo no utiliza su nombre completo nunca y es extraño.

-Le vas a pedir perdón a Matías, ¿está?- y ante la expresión desconcertada (pero con una ínfima pizca de satisfacción) del menor, agrega:- Y vos le vas a pedir perdón a Santiago, ¿entendés?

El rubio parece comprender súbitamente el porqué de la orden. Cuando deshace la distancia que lo separa de Matías, preparado para disculparse y sin lugar a dudas brindarle un poco de confort en formato abrazos, Enzo lo detiene sujetando su brazo.

-Así no.

Enzo no es sádico, pero ya no sabe qué más hacer y es por eso que termina decantándose por los métodos de Agustín, que sabe manejar el descontrol con soluciones más contundentes. Mientras prepara los objetos necesarios puede sentir el descontento y la incomodidad de los otros dos presentes en su habitación.

-¿Y yo por qué?- pregunta Santiago, en voz baja, mientras se deshace de su ropa. Normalmente no cuestiona órdenes y aunque sabe que su inofensiva declaración lastimó a Matías, agrega:- No hice nada.

Matías suelta unas risa.

-¿Estás seguro?

-Me están volviendo loco- advierte Enzo, cuidando su elección de palabras, cuando toma a Matías del brazo-. Están insoportables.

Llega a la conclusión de que no es difícil manipular el cuerpo de dos personas cuando saben que, en caso de resistirse, las consecuencias podrían ser mucho peores de lo que prometen. Aún así no puede evitar sentirse provocado (de todas las formas en que alguien puede provocar con una simple mirada) mientras está inmovilizando a Matías luego de colocar una mordaza entre sus labios.

Posiciona el trípode frente a la cama.

-Si necesitás parar, ¿qué hacés?- Matías parpadea tres veces. Repite el procedimiento con Santiago, casi enternecido por sus ojos vidriosos y sus cejas arqueadas por la inevitable desesperación que lo recorre, antes de dejarse caer sobre la silla cercana a la ventana para disfrutar de su lectura.

El primero en quejarse -porque con su conducta usualmente ejemplar se ganó el privilegio de un vibrador con baterías nuevas- es Santiago. Es evidente que está incómodo, ya sea por la estimulación directa sobre su próstata o por el anillo de silicona en la base de su miembro, completamente erecto y hasta goteando.

-Callado- le recuerda Enzo mientras finge que la saliva cayendo por el mentón del rubio no tiene efecto en él-. Quiero leer en paz.

Un par de capítulos más tarde, inquieto por el desconocido silencio, levanta la vista para comprobar que todo esté en orden. Santiago está llorando, sus muslos tiemblan violentamente por la fuerza que ejerce para reprimirse, pero no suplica. Una vez o dos intentó manipularlo, Enzo lo recuerda, mirándolo con sus brillantes ojos azules mientras las lágrimas caían en cascada por sus mejillas. Hoy no.

Cuando la mirada de Matías se entrelaza con la suya, contra todo pronóstico, Enzo deja caer el libro. Está quieto, en calma, sereno como nunca..., pero hay un brillo de sudor en su frente y varias partes de su cuerpo están manchadas por los hilos de su liberación.

Por supuesto, piensa el uruguayo, Matías es experto en volverlo loco. Probablemente libere a Santiago luego de tres o cuatro orgasmos, cuando esté cerca del desmayo, pero sólo por esto sus planes para Matías tendrán un desenlace diferente.

-Más tarde viene Agustín- comenta cuando retoma la lectura-. Supongo que no tenés problema en esperar hasta entonces para que te suelte, ¿no?

Enzo experimenta una culpa inmensa por someterlos de esta manera, por disfrutar la imagen frente a sus ojos, por estar filmándolos, por planear repetir el castigo hasta que puedan comportarse como personas civilizadas, por saber que va a dejar que Agustín refuerce el castigo.

El brillo de pánico en las pupilas de Matías hace que el remordimiento se evapore.

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hey it's me again, could you please do some hc about mumon, jun and miyamoto musashi with a masculine looking S/O who is a woman but people usually think that she is a man due to her height (by the way could you make her taller than the other please?) muscular physic and also because she is a really good fighter who not once but twice beat the sh*t out of them when helping then train or something?

By the way,i'm glad that your back again, your works really help me and my anxiety and other mental illnesses.

Situation: S/O masculine looking / S/O de aspecto masculino

Character: Jun Guevaru, Mumon Katsuragi and Musashi Miyamoto.

Jun Guevaru.

As if there was anything in this world that could make this man stop being madly in love with his S/O, he's stupidly in love, no one is going to get him out of there.

He's writing poems about the beauty behind his partner's sculpted muscles and the way all the depressions between his partner's muscles are little bits of hell that tempt him to touch and touch with love for his S/O.

The man is so lost in his love that he doesn't see a problem with his S/O, in any case, the others would be the problem in Jun's eyes.

Speaking of Jun's eyes and the way he sees his partner, do you know about the pink glasses of love, which is the metaphor that when we fall in love we put on glasses that make us see everything that has to do with our partner as a good thing and, in short, gives us a picture of a pink world that is perfect? You know what I'm talking about, right?

Well, Jun doesn't have the pink glasses of love on, he has them attached to his eyes.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Funny, because he is often mistaken for a woman because of his soft features, it's funny.

I really don't think it bothers him that her partner looks muscular and masculine, if he fell in love with her it was for a reason, right? The exterior or the image that his partner shows to others is not going to change what he feels.

Mumon appreciates that the practice together and teach him new things when it comes to fighting. He learns everything very quickly, he is incredibly dedicated to what he is passionate about.

He is also a bit dramatic, if his partner knocks him down he will lie on the ground only to laugh when his S/O apologizes for hurting him. He's fine, but he loves to joke around, that's all. Hit him again.

But it's funny that they both get confused by the way they look, it's funny.

Musashi Miyamoto.

He's a bit conflicted, it's the first time he's seen such a worked body of a woman. Some somewhat archaic ideals are pressing on his brain.

But Musashi does not understand many things and he is not interested in understanding either, the only thing he contemplates is that his partner is strong, although his brain is restless to find a "why", he ends up getting used to it.

Probably, he tests the strength of his mate day by day, like he attacks her every day to check that she is still strong. He's a bit annoying, he really is.

Versión en español.

Jun Guevaru.

Como si existiera algo en este mundo que pudiera lograr que este hombre deje de estar perdidamente enamorado de su S/O, está estúpidamente enamorado, nadie va a sacarlo de ahí.

Está escribiendo poemas sobre la belleza detrás de los esculpidos músculos de su pareja y de la forma en que todas las depresiones entre los músculos de su pareja son pequeños trozos de infierno que lo tientan a tocar y tocar como muestra de amor hacia su S/O.

El hombre está tan perdido en su amor que no ve problema con su S/O, en todo caso, los demás serían el problema ante los ojos de Jun.

Hablando de los ojos de Jun y la forma en que ve a su pareja, ¿saben de los lentes rosas del amor que es la metáfora acerca de que al enamorarnos nos ponemos unos lentes que nos hacen ver todo lo que tiene que ver con nuestra pareja como algo bueno y, en pocas palabras, nos da una imagen de un mundo rosa que es perfecto? ¿Saben de qué hablo, cierto?

Bueno, pues, Jun no tiene puestos los lentes rosas del amor, él los tiene adheridos a sus ojos.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Gracioso, porque a él suelen confundirlo con una mujer debido a sus facciones suaves, es gracioso.

Realmente no creo que le moleste que su pareja se vea musculosa y masculina, si se enamoró de ella fue por algo, ¿verdad? El exterior o la imagen que su pareja muestra a los demás no va a cambiar lo que él siente.

Mumon aprecia que practiquen y le enseñen cosas nuevas a la hora de pelear. Aprende todo muy rápido, es increíblemente dedicado a lo que le apasiona.

También es un poco dramático, si su pareja lo derriba de un golpe se quedará tirado en el suelo solo para reírse cuando su S/O le pide perdón por lastimarlo. Él está bien, pero adora bromear, es todo. Golpéalo otra vez.

Pero es gracioso que a ambos los confundan por la forma que se ven, es gracioso.

Musashi Miyamoto.

Está un poco conflictuado, es la primera vez que ve un cuerpo tan trabajado en una mujer. Algunos ideales algo arcaicos están presionando su cerebro.

Pero Musashi no entiende muchas cosas y tampoco le interesa entender, lo único que contempla es que su pareja es fuerte, aunque su cerebro este inquieto por encontrar un “por qué”, termina por acostumbrarse.

Probablemente, prueba la fuerza de su pareja día a día, como si la atacara todos los días para comprobar que sigue siendo fuerte. Es un poco molesto, realmente lo es.

[spidersinmysoup]

El alfajor santafesino es el alfajor más noble, es livianito, con mate va como piña, es medio empalagoso, si, pero nadie es perfecto

Aparte después de comer el alfajor te quedan pedacitos del merengue/ glaseado de snack :)

[kingtry]

Nestbed

Author: Cozy_coffee Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Hannibal Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Language: English Stats: 1 Chapter (Completed)

Summary:

Omega Will has been on heat suppressants since puberty and has never had a heat, nor has he ever made a nest. But seven years after the battle with the Red Dragon, when the police give up the search for them, believing they are dead, Will and Hannibal decide it is the perfect time to mate and start a family. But Will, having never made a nest before, becomes frustrated and upset when he cannot get his nest just right. Cue his beloved alpha coming to the rescue to help him build the perfect nestbed.

Autor: Cozy_coffee Clasificación: Audiencias generales Fandom: Hannibal Relaciones: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Idioma: Inglés Estado: 1 Capítulo (Terminada)

Resumen:

Omega Will ha tomado supresores del celo desde la pubertad y nunca ha tenido un celo, ni ha hecho un nido. Pero siete años después de la batalla contra el Dragón Rojo, cuando la policía abandona la búsqueda creyéndolos muertos, Will y Hannibal deciden que es el momento perfecto para aparearse y formar una familia. Pero Will, que nunca antes había hecho un nido, se frustra y se enfada cuando no consigue hacerlo bien. Su querido alfa acude al rescate para ayudarle a construir el nido perfecto.

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[themasterreader69]

ASÍ ES LA VIDA

Matías Recalt x Reader

Matías Recalt organiza un picnic sorpresa para su pareja durante un veranillo de invierno.

La noche anterior había hecho fiebre y la verdad tenía la energía por el suelo, solo quería que el día terminara de una vez por todas, así que aproveché que no estaba pasando nada en el trabajo para intercambiar mensajes de WhatsApp con mi pareja, Matías. Quejándome con él de que la jornada no terminaba más. El cansancio se acumulaba en mis dedos mientras escribía mis quejas en su chat. 

Mamut 🦣🤎: 

bueno amor

cuando salgas

venite derecho para casa :-)

Yo: Es lo que planeaba hacer 

        genio

Después de ese mensaje, Matías simplemente mandó un sticker en muy mala calidad que decía relaxa, a vida é assim mesmo.

Le envíe un ???, pero se desconectó y dejó de responder. Al llegar a la casa, lo encontré aprontando tres mochilas en el living de nuestro apartamento.

—¿Bueno pero qué es estooo? —pregunté en tono burlón.

—¡Hola primero! ¿no? ¿no te enseñaron modales a vos? —me dijo mientras se acercaba para darme un beso de bienvenida. Me reí y siguió — Mira, la cosa es así, vos y yo, vamos a acampar.

—¿Eh? — dije mientras me sacaba la campera y la dejaba en el perchero.

—Sí, mira, anunciaron que va a haber un pequeño veranillo de invierno este fin de semana y digo, bueno, aprovechemos que no tenés que trabajar. Vamos, nos distendemos, lagarteamos un poco... ¿Qué te parece?

—Bueno si es una excusa para lagartear al sol entonces sí —respondí.

Mientras me sentaba a ver como él terminaba de empacar las mochilas, Matías comenzó a describir el lugar al que íbamos a ir, una zona boscosa, lejos de donde vivimos y -según lo que vi en Google Maps lejos de cualquier signo de civilización por unos cuantos kilómetros a la redonda- no era un lugar que conocía mucha gente, es más, era un lugar al que él nunca había ido antes pero que recordó que un amigo suyo se lo recomendó una vez. 

—Es perfecto para desconectar de todo, allá no vas a pensar en tu trabajo —dijo lleno de emoción mientras me daba un abrazo reconfortante—. Además, preparé algunas sorpresas para el picnic.

A la mañana siguiente -más cerca de la tarde que del día- partimos, resulta que Matías alquiló un pequeño vehículo, acondicionado con lo justo y necesario para disfrutar a las afueras de la ciudad, puso una playlist que descargó de Youtube a su celular porque como a mí, no le gustaba utilizar Spotify. En el texto que iba deslizándose en la pantalla se leíait's about the oranges i'd peel for you - a playlist. Tomamos mucho mate durante el viaje y estuvimos dando varias vueltas tratando de buscar el lugar perfecto para estacionar, es que habían caminos que no nos mostraba el mapa y fue toda una aventura llegar pero finalmente nos acomodamos tiempo antes del atardecer.

El sol estaba radiante, hacían poco más de 20 grados seguramente, pero era más que suficiente luego de una semana que no superaba los 10°C. Mientras yo recorría la zona, noté que a poco más de cincuenta metros de donde estábamos había un pequeño cuerpo de agua, para mí ese lugar era perfecto para estar así que Matías volvió al vehículo y comenzó a sacar cosas de una de las mochilas, la amarilla, tenía todo lo necesario para el picnic. Extendió uno de los acolchados —que recuerdo haber lavado la semana pasada— en el suelo, un par de almohadones y empezó a sacar comida de un canastito que jamás había visto antes. De ahí sacó; empanadas, bebidas, una bolsa repleta de naranjas y mandarinas. También habían otras cosas que no sé ni cómo hicieron para entrar o dónde las tenía escondidas, como una mini torta y una tabla de charcutería.

—Ah bueno, vos sos realmente un hombre que resuelve. —¿Un hombre? no solo soy UN hombre, soy EL hombre y además soy tuyo —respondió Matías con una sonrisa mientras me apuntaba—. Lo planeé todo para que no tengas que ocuparte de nada dijo mientras extendía sus brazos, victorioso.

Nos sentamos juntos y empezamos a comer, se ve que nos dio hambre la ruta porque comimos absolutamente todo lo que él tan elegante había ordenado frente a mí minutos atrás. Cuando llegó el momento de comer la torta de chocolate que compró, busqué un cuchillo entre el canasto, pero no encontré, entonces él levantó dos copas con una gran sonrisa en la cara. 

—Mirá, esto lo vi en un vídeo —Atravesó la torta empujando la copa — ¡Charán! —. Me alcanzó lo que vendría a ser mi porción con un gran gesto de orgullo, cual niño.

—Gracias, todo lo que hiciste hoy me resulta hermoso—. Extendí mi mano para sostener su rostro y lentamente Matías se recostó boca abajo en la manta a comer disfrutando su porción de torta.

—Relaxja, la vida es así mismo— dijo pronunciando muy mal las palabras del sticker en portugués que me había mandado ayer.

[sairastuff]

🇬🇧 It was the year 2022 when a few mates approached me during the @efeyl_rev event to ask for a very special petition: they wanted to gift their friend @piliverso a little purse with a phoenix decorating the lid between a group of people. And here you have the result! This design from @libertiniarts was perfect, and I enjoyed so much the process of carving and painting it. It was a year and a half since it flew to its new nest, but I hope it has lived a lot of adventures already, and still keep living a lot more. Thanks so much guys for your trust and patience!

🇪🇦 Corría el año 2022 cuando un par de colegas se me acercaron durante el evento de @efeyl_rev para hacerme una petición muy especial: querían regalarle una bolsita a su amiga @piliverso entre varios, una bolsa con un fénix decorando la tapa. Y he aquí el resultado! Este diseño de @libertiniarts era perfecto, y disfruté muchísimo labrándolo y pintándolo. Hace año y medio que voló hasta su nuevo nido, pero espero que haya vivido muchas aventuras ya, y siga viviendo muchas más. Muchas gracias chicos por vuestra confianza y paciencia!

[jonnyardor]

cuando te vi, no pude ignorarte

Me sonreíste, tuve que encontrarte

lindos apodos que podría nombrarte

Casaté conmigo, quiero adorarte

amor verdadero, contigo puedo lograrlo

incluso cuando me dijeron: no debes morarlo

Ellos m'aconsejaron: No debes mirarlo

Te lo dijimos pero tenías que demostrarlo

Tu padre te deprime, desde la juventud

Tu madre no fui sensible, con tu inquietudes

Hermano prefirió, complacer a la multitud

Mantener la esperanza, fue una virtud

Te escuché y te creo

Fuiste objeto de burlas y deseo

Demasiado pronto sexualizado

no tenías amigos, estaba casado

____

Senorita, Rellenita

Gordita, (esa chica está buena)

Me encanta

Por eso me encantas

Más es más, ya veré

pesas tanto como un elefante bebé

Me encanta

Por eso me encantas

Responde tu pretas, sin caretas

cada escote es perfecto, con estas tetas

Mi numero uno, cambiemos camisetas

Haré todo para que vivas de tu maleta

Soy cantautor, escritor y poeta

aunque soy cristiano, no soy profeta

Vivir por fe , vivir sin regretas

Siempre daré todo de mi en mis sujetas.

así como hago contigo, llora en mi pecho, Seré tu abrigo, dicho y hecho

Más que romance, el amor nos trae curación

Nos damos la felicidad de la aceptación

Desde el principio, fue progresando

Notre relación, de mucho arraigado,

no estás en peligro, a mi lado

Dios te bendigo, estás a salvo

Senorita, Rellenita

Gordita, (esa chica está buena)

Me encanta

Por eso me encantas

Más es más, ya veré

pesas tanto como un elefante bebé

Me encanta

Por eso me encantas

Outro:

Es mi amor, que calor

Es mi pareja, Es mi esposa

mi primera dama, mi aficionada

Mi unica, mi ultima

Me encanta cuando estás aceitada

caliente y cachonda

Ya veo, veo la entrada

déjame matarte con esta espada

Acapella after the beat:

pero antes admiro tu cuerpo desropado con mis ojos, con mis manos, con mis labios Déjame explorarlo y descubrirlo con mis sentidos. Porque no puedo entender tu belleza No puedo describirte suffisamente. Y no puedo calmarme Cuando te amasas ronroneas como una gatita Cuando me acaricias, mi pulso está en tus manos. Eres tan cálida, abrázame un poco más con las paredes.

Must be spanish!

Flee from nymphos and mamiwata

Stuff your ears or they pull you under

Find a soul mate, drown in her water

Stuff a sole place, when you feel hotter

So many crushes, A hopeless lover

my hearts on crutches, a fighting brother

I felt so ugly, they didnt bother

I'd find my wife, one day or another

--

[hala2021]

Somos los raros del mundo 

Hoy estoy muy cansada. Caminé hasta el club e hice unos ejercicios, pocos. Después me vine caminando y fui hasta el supermercado. Encontré uno muy económico. Compré varios alimentos. Seguro que habré engordado, porque me agarra ansiedad y como. De todas formas, prefiero engordar y no tomar ansiolíticos. Nada de remedios, eso es lo que quiero. Mañana me voy a dedicar al coreano. Ya debo comenzar el módulo 4. Y también practicar en el piano. Y no olvidarme de lavar algo de ropa. 

Navegando por Internet, me detenía a observar esos casos en donde los hijos van a ver a sus padres después de veinte años. Y les dan una inmensa sorpresa. Claro, los padres emocionados. Para algunas personas, la familia es algo más; algunos llegan a considerarla un contrato, como una sociedad. Y tal vez uno cae con ese tipo de personas. Otros se casan por una cuestión sexual y poco les interesa del otro. Yo pensaba en ese hijo que viene para ver a su madre después de veinte años. ¿Tal vez sintió curiosidad de saber dónde trabaja? ¿Se sintió aburrido y dijo: «voy a ver a mamá»? ¿Se preocupó por la herencia, por saber si algo le dejaba cuando muriera? Es increíble, pero hay millones de personas que tienen cero de lealtad. Para ese tipo de gente, la familia es algo más. Y yo quiero estar bien lejos de esas personas. En las religiones se ve algo peor, porque muchos se casan por un precepto religioso, solo por cumplir con Dios. Y les da lo mismo cualquiera, tanto si es este o el otro. Es tan difícil encontrar la lealtad en este mundo. Todo es efímero, acelerado, interesado, sin compromiso, descartable. Y no pienses que porque tienes familia estás más protegido o amparado por alguien. Muchas veces, hasta una persona que no te conoce hace más por ti que tu familia. Tener hijos no es una garantía de que te quieran, tampoco esposo o padres. ¡Ni mucho menos otros familiares! ¿Amigos? ¿Qué es eso? Yo recuerdo todavía a una amiga que falleció. Yo no le dediqué toda mi atención, por más que hablábamos todos los días. Tanto sufrí en mi vida, que cuando llega alguien que vale, no lo puedes descubrir y lo comparas con el montón. Es difícil distinguir lo que vale entre tanta cosa descartable. En el amor de pareja, ambos deben quererse y no «uno que quiere y el otro que se deja querer», como una vez me dijo una amiga.

Hay gente que pasa como el tren, rápido, y jamás vuelves a verla. Pasajeros en tu vida, en el viaje de tu destino. Entre ese millar de personas, encontrarás a un puñado que es auténtico. Todo lo demás, van parados en los vagones, compartiendo frases y quejas. Y no pienses que los familiares serán los más leales. Algunos funcionan como esos pasajeros que ya los conoces, porque siempre viajas con ellos a la misma hora. Ya te dije: familia no es sinónimo de amor, así como el sexo tampoco es sinónimo de amor. Si yo lo hubiera entendido de joven, pero no, porque así como yo soy de leal, también pensé que mi pareja lo era. Sin embargo, solo fueron pasajeros en el tren de la vida. 

La familia es lo más importante, por eso no debes preocuparte por que el otro te vea perfecto. El que te quiere te va a querer siempre, despeinado, enfermo, inútil, enojado, como sea. Lo difícil es encontrar la lealtad. Tal vez pierdas toda tu vida buscando a alguien que realmente valga la pena. Y allá en el último vagón ha quedado tu familia, que no la ves hace más de veinte años. Y es tan lamentable esos videos en donde los hijos van a ver a la madre después de tantos años. Y esa madre es para esos hijos como una cualquiera, con la diferencia de que les divierte ver una cara conocida. Quizá pensarán que les causa risa ver una pasajera que hace años, de niños, les convidaba un mate o un té. 

En este mundo desleal, si tú tienes esa virtud, la lealtad, serás alguien raro. ¡Qué raros que somos! Seguimos queriendo a personas a las cuales les importamos un rábano. Les dedicamos tiempo a hijos que para ellos valemos menos que diez centavos. Nos usan las parejas sexualmente, como si fuésemos prostitutas o «taxiboys». Nos despojan del dinero, nos tienen como una segunda opción o de relleno. Nos vienen a ver después de veinte años. Sí, somos los raros del mundo. 

[julisofisblog]

27 de septiembre 2023

01:43 am

Hasta que se cayeron dos lágrimas como sin querer reprimir lo que siento después de meses sin verte nisiquiera en una imagen. La actual persona que compite con mí soledad se fue de mí habitación dejándome una horrible sensación de que para nada me siento en mí lugar seguro, que ésto no es lo que quiero y que nunca lo quise, y yo lo sabía, sabía que no podría tolerar mí ser el compartir energía con una nueva persona que para nada encaja con mí mundo. Aún así lo intenté por pensar que nadie es perfecto y todos estamos sanando, que ningún vínculo es 100% sano y sin cuestiones de egos que chocan.

Me perdí en un par de videos de hace un año y el verano, recordando lo feliz que era en muchos momentos compartidos, en miles de abrazos y risas de dos niños que se divertían inocentemente, siendo y aprendiendo el uno del otro. Sin juzgar, sin pelear, sin tantas cosas que hoy no estoy pudiendo ver en nuevas personas.

Porqué fui tan tonta de no hacer lo que realmente quería mí corazón, por dejarme a mí de lado...?

Siete meses después vuelvo a verte en una foto conmigo, y vuelvo a pensarte de esa forma, y te extraño... No voy a dejar de ser honesta y decir que no quiero abrazarte y sentarme a compartir mates y contarnos cómo vamos cumpliendo nuestros proyectos, pero tampoco quiero dar la interpretación de que no superé tu ausencia en mí vida.

Y es que siento que dejamos la vara tan pero tan alta en un montón de cuestiones que va a ser tan difícil volver a conectar... Y no compararlos con vos. Realmente miro para atrás y no dimensióno todo lo que pasó y aprendí de ese vínculo de amor real y genuino. Por mí parte no me quedé quieta, sabes que siempre atraigo lo que quiero y lo que pido... Pero si es verdad que en el tema sentimental hoy acepto y puedo darme cuenta de que es complicado encontrarme con una persona madura emocionalmente, que no me juzgue y que tenga ganas de construir el amor, y hasta escuchar Steely Dan me llena de momentos de ruta. Admito que no estoy lista para absolutamente nada más que mí propia compañía por un tiempo indeterminado, hasta haber sanado el hecho de no poder compartir momentos con una persona con quién sienta seguridad y tranquilidad y sea mutuo, que tenga la capacidad humana para debatir de la salud mental o la vida misma, porque no lo estoy encontrando.

Entendí que de ahora en más coincidir con alguien que vibre como lo hago yo es mucho más difícil, pero tampoco es prioritario. Será en su tiempo perfecto. Por ahora no lo elijo.

Gracias siempre por tanto aprendizaje 🤍

[malenitalovesreiji]

Selfshipp Week!

— ¿De qué se trata? La Selfshipp Week se basa en publicar un escrito/dibujo de tu selfshipp por día durante una semana basada en distintas temáticas que se asignan a cada uno de los días.

Inspirado en este hilo de Twitter: https://twitter.com/SelfshipT/status/1693515958432706570?t=Ut6KKyA30ObynUMkQRfRaw&s=19

Sin más que decir, vamos a comenzar con nuestro quinto día!

(El día 4 fue posteado en Twitter!!)

ઈ🍵︵ Dia 5: Abrazo. (Inspirado en un Headcanon!)

Malena y Reiji estaban compartiendo la cena con el resto de los Sakamaki, era esa famosa cena que todos compartían una sola vez al mes, y Malena también era participe al estar en la mansión. Después de ayudar a Reiji en la cocina, sirvió los platos de cada uno y se sentó en su respectivo asiento.

Hasta ahora, todos comían en silencio exceptuando por Ayato y Malena, el pelirrojo se encargaba de molestar a la menor un rato con sus bromas acerca de la cultura argentina de la menor

Ayato: ¿Entonces vienes de una familia de gauchos, gordita?

Male: Ayato-kun, ya te lo dije. Que sea argentina, me guste la chacarera y tome mate todo el tiempo no significa que yo y mi familia seamos gauchos...

Decía un poco harta de la charla, se podía escuchar al mayor de los trillizos reir por las bromas de su hermano y el carácter contestante de la invitada. Todos terminaron de comer y comenzaron a levantarse, Malena se había levantado primero y había ido hasta su pareja, Reiji, a quien se dedicó a abrazar con bastante cariño. Este no correspondió a su abrazo, y había una razón particular.

Reiji: ¿Qué estás haciendo?

Male: ... Te estoy abrazando.

Reiji: ... Dejame retirar los platos primero.

Él la apartó lo más suave que pudo, le dolió un poco rechazar ese abrazo pero la razón particular era porque no le gustaba verse como un cursi frente al resto de sus hermanos, pues él era "el ejemplo."

Más tarde, Malena y Reiji estaban en el laboratorio del nombrado, ella lo ayudaba un poco a preparar distintas sustancias alcanzandole distintos ingredientes.

Reiji: Perfecto, con eso estaría.

Male: Tiene un color muy brillante, felicitaciones.

Reiji: Oh, espera. Me faltó un ingrediente más.

Male: ¿Ah sí? ¿Qué es?

Reiji: Un abrazo. Tuyo, específicamente.

Malena se sonrojó suavemente, estaba convencida de que él no quería su cariño el día de hoy por cómo la había evitado en la cena. Al ver que esté se dió vuelta para mirarla, entendió que estaba esperando su abrazo, y por eso se acercó a darselo.

Reiji: ...Lo siento, no quería evitarte tan agresivamente.

Male: Pff, pero no me asustes así de nuevo.

Reiji: Por supuesto que no, mi amada niña.

Reiji: Eres tan sensible, tengo que cuidarte apropiadamente.

[energiamura]

poema a mi amado

eres perfecto para mí,

la ley dorada ha sido anunciada

bajo tu manto de piel coqueta

como un dichoso de gran aventura

que limpia sus zapatos, después de un descanso

cuenta mágicas historias

de máquinas que viajan al espacio

mientras me cebas mate amargo

y te acomodas bajo la sombra de un árbol

era el camino como el de santiago de compostela,

y como la primavera hace tupir el pasto de colores y flores,

haciendo rebrotar vida en mi estómago.

vos estabas ahí, te di flores, qué espectáculo

eres el reflejo de un espejo en mi consciencia interna,

el alma compañera que trasciende el caos en armonía,

un paraíso que coteja la alegría y me entrega como obsequio

el fruto de la vida, la comprensión de algo inmenso y fantástico

¡te amo bebé! no te olvides de mí, eres lo que más amo

[pibitas]

La contemplación

Puedo identificar un antes y un después en mi vida a partir del momento que empece terapia en el 2020. En mi dia a día me llegan recuerdos en forma de pensamientos automáticos sobre intercambios que tenía con Natalia, mi psicóloga. Me acuerdo de mis conflictos en ese momento. Básicamente le quería encontrar un sentido a todo (hola TOC).

Tenía algo así como una crisis existencial pero casi filosófica. Me preguntaba a mi misma sobre el sentido de la vida, de mi existir, o de la existencia en general, y no encontraba ninguna respuesta que me convenciera. Me aterraba mirar al cielo y ver las estrellas, comenzar a asimilar el concepto de infinitud me parecía patológicamente imposible. La despersonalización hizo que me de miedo vivir, observar, contemplar y reflexionar.

Un día le pregunté a Natalia si había un sentido en todo esto. Lucho por estar bien, pero para qué? Qué pasa después? Cual es el sentido de la vida? Me acuerdo que me respondió algo como que no tenía mucho sentido pero que era hermosa y ella la amaba. Todavía recuerdo su cara cuando me lo dijo, como sus ojos brillaban. Yo solo pensé en como hace para pensar eso. No invalidaba su idea, todo lo contrario,hasta sentía un poco de envidia. Yo también quiero amar a la vida, pero por donde empiezo?

A los meses, mis niveles de ansiedad bajaron y mi curiosidad volvió a brotar. Mi padre me muestra un psicofisiólofo mexicano 'Jacobo Grinberg', y desde ese momento algo dentro de mi hizo click. Aprendí que le observación es la herramienta más poderosa que tenemos, porque cada punto del espacio tiempo está colmado de información, y solo depende de nuestra voluntad el querer conocerlo o no.

Con el tiempo aprendí a apreciar el movimiento de los árboles, el canto de los pájaros, el pasar de las nubes, y de a poco le fui perdiendo el miedo a mirar hacia arriba. Ya no me daba ansiedad mirar un cielo oscuro, ni dimensionar lo cerca que está la luna. Me di cuenta ( y aprendí) que la vida es un milagro que surge desde el azar en la infinitud, que soy el resultado de todo lo que me rodea tratando de entenderse a si mismo. ¿Puedo ser tan tonta de temerme a mi misma?

Ser consciente de la perfección, la armonía y la paz del Universo es un ejercicio de humildad extrema porque te hace sentir insignificante. Esto antes lo interpretaba como razón para temerle, pero hoy dia lo veo como una posibilidad para reinterpretar mi existencia, mis valores, mis conflictos, mi manera de ser, pero para bien. Porque veo en la naturaleza la buena voluntad, porque lucha para sobrevivir, lucha para vivir, da colores, olores y sensaciones para honrar la vida. Y me di cuenta que el sentido de la vida es sobrevivir, nada mas ni nada menos.

Darme cuenta de esto me llevo años, estudiar el universo me hizo mejor persona, porque ahora aprecio cada momento y lugar desde una mirada totalmente nueva, como un fenómeno de la naturaleza y es perfecto tal cual es. La vista desde mi cuarto, hablar con mis seres queridos, jugar con Sombrita, acariciar a Tita, tomar un mate en silencio, reírme con amigos. Aprendo de todo lo que me rodea, de lo que experimento y de todas las personas saco algo positivo. Al final del día vivir es mi mayor fuente de energía, y nunca pensé decir eso.

Por primera vez en muchos años estoy cayendo en la cuenta de lo cegada que estaba, en lo pasiva que era con todo lo que sucedía a mi alrededor, como nunca me di cuenta de que carecía de energía para todo. Por eso este año quiero empezar a ser mas activa, quiero sacar todo esto que tengo guardado y nunca lo saque por ningún lado, todos estos pensamientos y creatividad que tengo estancada la voy a empezar a plasmar en el mundo físico. Porque quiero sentir ese alivio de una vez por todas.

“La grandeza y belleza del universo muestran a las personas su propia insignificancia y la irrelevancia de sus preocupaciones y miedos. En este sentido, bienes y conceptos tan relevantes para la mayoría de personas como la patria, honor o riqueza pierden todo su valor. (…) El conocimiento del Universo es verdaderamente útil en la medida que ayuda a las personas a adquirir la virtud” - Seneca

[botellasdetequiladecoradas]

Ideas de Botellas de Tequila Decoradas para Hombre

Encontrar un regalo masculino que sea original y con un toque especial no siempre es fácil. Pero, ¿por qué no optar por una botella de tequila decorada específicamente para hombres? Con un diseño personalizado y un enfoque en la elegancia y la masculinidad, este tipo de detalles se convierte en el regalo perfecto para cualquier ocasión: cumpleaños, aniversarios o incluso celebraciones como el Día del Padre.

¿Qué hace que una botella decorada para hombre sea especial?

Las botellas de tequila decoradas para hombre destacan porque combinan un diseño sobrio con detalles llamativos, logrando un equilibrio ideal entre lo funcional y lo estético. Al enfocarse en estilos más rústicos, minimalistas o elegantes, se pueden adaptar fácilmente a los gustos y personalidad de quien la recibe.

Si estás buscando inspiración para decorar botellas para otros eventos, puedes revisar nuestras ideas para 15 años o botellas decoradas para regalar.

Diseños creativos para botellas de tequila masculinas

1. Botellas con temática industrial

Un diseño que utiliza materiales como metal, cuero o cuerda es perfecto para hombres con gustos sobrios y modernos. Puedes envolver la botella con tiras de cuero oscuro, añadir remaches metálicos o incluir un colgante con un diseño de engranaje.

2. Estilo deportivo

Si la persona es amante de los deportes, decora la botella con detalles alusivos a su equipo favorito o algún deporte específico. Por ejemplo, una etiqueta personalizada con los colores de su equipo o pequeños adornos relacionados, como un mini balón o raqueta.

3. Rústico y vintage

Para hombres que disfrutan de un estilo más clásico, el diseño rústico es ideal. Usa papel kraft, rafia y etiquetas con una tipografía tipo máquina de escribir. Incluso puedes añadir pequeños detalles como una etiqueta de madera grabada con su nombre o iniciales.

4. Minimalista y elegante

A veces, menos es más. Una botella pintada en negro mate con detalles dorados o plateados puede ser una opción sofisticada. Agrega una cinta fina y una etiqueta minimalista con un mensaje como: “Para los mejores brindis”.

5. Temática cultural o tradicional

Si el hombre es amante de la cultura mexicana, decora la botella con motivos tradicionales como papel picado en miniatura, cintas con los colores de la bandera o detalles inspirados en el Día de Muertos.

Cómo decorar botellas de tequila para hombres: paso a paso

Materiales que puedes necesitar:

Botella de tequila de preferencia.

Cintas de cuero, rafia o tela en tonos oscuros.

Adornos metálicos como hebillas, remaches o colgantes.

Etiquetas personalizables.

Pintura en spray (opcional).

Pasos básicos:

Elige un diseño adecuado: Piensa en los gustos de la persona que recibirá la botella.

Limpia la superficie de la botella: Esto ayudará a que los materiales decorativos se adhieran mejor.

Aplica el tema principal: Por ejemplo, si optaste por un estilo rústico, usa cuero o rafia como base. Si prefieres un diseño minimalista, pinta la botella y deja que se seque completamente.

Agrega detalles adicionales: Coloca etiquetas personalizadas, colgantes o pequeños adornos.

Empaca tu creación: Si quieres un toque final, utiliza una caja de madera o una bolsa de regalo que complemente el diseño.

¿Cuándo regalar una botella de tequila decorada para hombre?

Las ocasiones ideales son muchas:

Cumpleaños: Una botella decorada puede ser el regalo perfecto para un amigo, padre o hermano.

Aniversarios: Personalízala con un mensaje especial que conmemore la ocasión.

Día del Padre: Opta por un diseño sobrio y masculino, como un estilo industrial o vintage.

Regalos empresariales: Si buscas impresionar a un socio o colega, una botella con un diseño minimalista y elegante es una opción segura.

¿Buscas otras ideas para regalos especiales? Revisa nuestras botellas decoradas con diamantina o las decoradas para Navidad.

Consejos para un diseño masculino perfecto

Mantén colores neutros o tonos oscuros: Negro, gris, marrón o azul marino son siempre una apuesta segura.

Evita excesos: Los diseños demasiado recargados pueden perder el enfoque masculino.

Personaliza al máximo: Agregar iniciales o mensajes especiales hace que el regalo sea único.

Usa materiales de calidad: Esto no solo mejora la presentación, sino que también garantiza la durabilidad del diseño.

Conclusión

Las botellas de tequila decoradas para hombre son un regalo original y lleno de significado. Ya sea que optes por un diseño sobrio y elegante, o algo más temático y personalizado, este detalle es ideal para cualquier ocasión. Además, no solo entregas una bebida, sino un objeto decorativo que seguramente se convertirá en un tema de conversación.

Anímate a explorar y experimentar con diferentes diseños. Recuerda que lo más importante es que tu regalo transmita un mensaje auténtico y personal.