#nadamas

[fidjiefidjie]

Belle soirée 🆕️💃🕺💙

Nadamas 🎶 Tête en l'Air

[noevueltoapensar]

Quisiera estar muerto

Pero me da miedo morir y no hacer todo lo que nunca e podido hacer

#escritos #triste #troste #nadamas #seguiremos #cansado

[sleazyjanet]

noziken pa dumai and nadama (kuposa) pa nikeya with furtia stormcaller on the frozen lake of the north

[tragedykery]

so crazy to me that nikeya became warlord of seiiki in her late twenties (?). she should have been at the club

[nepenthean-sleep]

every time i see a name i recognize from priory in fallen night i feel like the spiderman meme

[takethebodymarc]

Hola! Soy nueva en esta aplicación y la verdad me gustaría aprender a cómo interactuar con más gente, es mucho pedir que me enseñes un poquito? 🙏🏻 Sino, no hay problema, por cierto, gracias por tus lindas palabras en mí dibujo 🫶🏻

hola!!! discúlpame mucho por no responder ahh!!! cosas personales lol

mira en si, si quieres interactuar con mas gente: rebloguea rebloguea rebloguea jajaja algo que ayuda mucho es tipo hablar en los tags y eso ayuda a interactuar mas con los posts, no es necesario! pero suele ser comun (los tags tambien ayudan a tener como un orden en tu blog;D)

también mandar asks como tu lo hiciste conmigo ayuda igual puede ser de lo que quieraaas, como aquí me preguntaste a mi!

o como yo que te dije cuanto me gusto tu dibujo, siento que es bonito dar esa atención especial a lo que crea la gente jaja

tambien (desafortunadamente?) el idioma ingles es como el dominante aqui y en el tag de qsmp, y puede ayudar mucho a conocer mas gente pero también hay muchos que hablan español solo falta identificarlos jajaja

y si🤲

[51316120825]

Donde estan mis tumblrinas hispanas 🎊

[nuestra-esencia]

Aquella moche me acorde de ti y me puse a llorar, llore como un niño pequeño al qué le quitaron sus dulces, y por primera vez, por primera vez en mi vida sentí que llore de verdad, sentí un un poco de paz y alivio cuando termine de llorar, pero esa paz y ese alivio se desvanecieron rápidamente cuando reaccione y me di cuenta que lloraba porque te había perdido, lloraba porque no te supe cuidar, no te supe valorar, lloraba por amor, porque aún te amaba, porque mi corazón, mi alama y mi ser querían gritar ¡Te amo! ¡Te amo¡.

Lamentablemente no podía hacerlo, porque no estabas aquí y era momento de entender que te había perdido para siempre.

Estoy de acuerdo que hice las cosas mal, cometí miles de errores, creeme que me arrepiento demasiado y hasta la fecha sigo cargando con ese dolor, con esa culpa.

Se que no leerás esto y esta será una de esas cartas de amor qué nunca te entregaré, esta será mi carta de arrepentimiento, mi carta de perdón qué nunca te haré llegar.

Lo siento, de verdad lo siento, no sabes cuanto te amo y que tan caro estoy pagando, me hubiese encantado quedarme más tiempo contigo, me hubiese encantado estar a tu lado un ratito nadamas...

[ptompetompetomalleyways]

EEEEE

So this will probably mean nothing to anyone except the, like, three latinamerican fans of the les mis fandom but:

Persiana americana!AU where enjoltaire are neighbors in the late 80s

[gothcsz]

Mamita! Hojala que todo esta bien contigo! I have no idea if you’re taking mini requests pero I can’t stop thinking of Javier when I listen to Amarramé by Mon laferte 😭 Si no, esta bien I also wanted an excuse to talk you again! Con amor 😘

tags: f!reader, dirty talk (in english and spanish), no use of y/n, smut, unprotected p in v sex (be safe), oral (f), javi handcuffing you to your bed, hurt/no comfort kinda, fwb, any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know ok thx.

~ 1.3k w/c - gif cred

a/n: hola bebita hermosa, gracias por dejarme este prompt y canción tan 🥵 i listened to it and immediately it gave me friends with benefits!javi energy and reminded me of the fact that this cabron carries two sets of cuffs on him... y como dice la canción: tómame del pelo y repíteme mi nombre, y ámame, pero sin querer. i hope you like it 🖤 cuidate nena y cualquiera vez que quieras hablar conmigo, nadamas mandame un dm 💋

“Stop fuckin' running.”

He growls it low and rough against your skin, biting down on your shoulder just hard enough to make you gasp, that delicious blend of pain and pleasure shooting down your spine. He's buried so deep inside you that it feels like he's touching your fucking heart.

It’s hard not to flail around like a fish out of water when each thrust is relentless, wild, like he's out to stake his claim right then and there, leaving you breathless and desperately clinging to every sensation.

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of hot, fast, dirty encounters in places you’d never imagine. The two of you never bother with beds, turning instead to dark corners, cramped car seats, the occasional bar restroom, even a closet at a friend’s house party—always fueled by a fierce need, never by softness.

But tonight is different. When he appeared on your doorstep, smelling of whiskey and impatience, you barely had time to catch your breath.

Sex with Javier was fucking amazing, the kind of chemistry that sticks in your bones.

He knew exactly what he was doing—a filthy mouth, hands that held you with just the right amount of force, and a delicious cock that hit every angle like it was his purpose. He went down on you because he loved it, his mouth a weapon of pure pleasure that left you wrecked.

He was dangerously close to perfect, if you could overlook the cocky attitude and that short fuse of his. Not that it mattered; you weren’t in this for a relationship. This was just pure, unapologetic indulgence, a mutual craving born out of that one forgettable party weeks ago that he’d somehow managed to make unforgettable.

You’re honestly not sure how the hell he managed to find out where you lived—but you barely had time to register his arrival before his lips were on yours, his hands already roaming, steering you backward until your shoulders hit the wall.

His mouth was urgent, trailing down your neck, hands lifting you as he sank to his knees with a look that dared you to stop him.

He lifted your thighs onto his broad shoulders, spreading you open, and didn’t waste a single second burying his face in your pussy, his tongue exploring every inch. He licked you slowly at first, savoring your taste, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking just hard enough to make you see stars, then lightly grazing his teeth against the swollen flesh, drawing gasps and cries from your throat.

He made you come like that not once but twice, each time rougher, more desperate, until you were clutching at his shoulders, hips rocking against his face. By the time he stood, cock hard enough to cut through those tight ass jeans of his, you were nothing but a willing mess, ready to take whatever he gave.

“Where’s your bed?”

Those were the first words he growled out since his hasty entrance, and you were so blissed out, half-dazed, that you nearly forgot where it was.

Barely catching your breath, you managed a breathy answer, and the way he moved—urgent, driven—had you wondering what set him off tonight. Before you could even form a coherent thought, he had your nightgown tugged off and tossed aside, his hands guiding you down onto the mattress with a roughness that left you trembling.

The sharp clink of his gun, badge, and cuffs hitting your nightstand sent a thrill through you. He undressed with a speed that made it clear he wasn’t in the mood to wait, and when he finally joined you on the bed, his weight and heat pressing against you made every nerve in your body hum with anticipation.

With no patience or gentleness he sheathed himself inside your cunt—just harsh intensity that made your mind go white-hot.

It was unlike any rhythm he’d set before, every thrust harder, deeper, driving into you with a force that bordered on desperate. Your eyes glazed over, tears blurring your vision as his grip on your hips tightened, leaving bruises you knew you’d feel tomorrow.

The sting from the hard spanks he’d landed on your ass burned deliciously, and every time his cock hit that unbearably sensitive spot inside you, you couldn't help but jerk forward, shattering his rhythm.

But the way he frustratingly growled your name each time you disrupted his pace only made it hotter.

After doing it too many times, Javier’s irritation finally spills over, and he pulls back abruptly, reaching for his set of cuffs. Your eyes go wide, and you try to push yourself up, words on the tip of your tongue to protest, but he moves too fast. In moments, the metal snaps around your wrist, then loops through one of the beams of your bed frame, before he clamps down your other wrist.

“Javier,” you manage, tugging at the cuffs, feeling the cold metal bite into your soft skin as you wince.

“¿Que?” He mocks, his tone drenched in condescension as he lets a smug pout play on his lips. “Want me to take 'em off? ¿Te duele?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, though, his hands finding your waist and yanking you back toward him, his cock sliding through your slick, swollen folds.

They do hurt, yeah, but you’re suddenly less angry and more turned on, trapped there, fully exposed and helpless in a way you hadn’t expected to like.

He doesn’t bother with gentleness, just sheaths himself back inside you, drawing a scream from your lips as his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back, forcing your back into a deep, sinful arch. Tears prick at your eyes as he fills you again, every inch of him overwhelming.

“Te sientes tan rica,” he groans, his words a low growl in your ear as he folds over you, pressing every inch of himself into your senses. “Pussy is so goddamn tight and wet, fuck, baby.” He rambles on, his words coming in hot waves that only half register, your mind hazy as your own orgasm looms—and your wrists throb against the cuffs, a mix of pain and pleasure blurring the line between frustration and desire.

Without warning, his fingers slip down to circle your clit, drawing a desperate yelp from you. He smirks, slickening two fingers with your arousal before forcing them into your mouth, pressing down until you gag. The strangled sound you make only turns him on more, his cock twitching hard inside you as he groans. “C’mon, give it to me. Fuck, I can feel how tight your greedy cunt is gettin’. She wants to come, doesn’t she?”

You choke out a muffled “yes” around his fingers, your mouth wet with saliva that dribbles down your chin.

He drags his damp fingers back down, finding your nipple, twisting it just hard enough to tip you over the edge. 

Your climax crashes through you, pulsing around his cock, locking him in, and he grits his teeth, fighting to hold back as your creamy release coats him, your throat raw from screaming his name.

The cuffs cut harshly into your wrists, leaving red marks you know will sting later.

With a rough groan, he pulls out just in time, releasing hot and thick across your ass, fingers still pressing into your tit as he rides out his own pleasure.

"Get these things off me,” you spit as soon as reality snaps back at you, blinking rapidly, disoriented in the rush of your comedown. “What the hell is your problem?”

Silent, he reaches for the key, unlocking you with a practiced motion, releasing each wrist as you rub your raw skin, the marks a testament to his roughness.

“Sorry.” His voice is curt, no warmth behind his words, as he gathers his clothes, already tugging them back on.

And before his cum has even dried, he’s halfway out the door, leaving you breathless and tangled in the aftermath of that unapologetic, maddening exit.

[catronixdraws]

Day 20 . A kiss

Este si me gusto , nadamas no sabia que hacerle al fondo , pero aparte de eso me gusto

[alexa-mwll]

One not pay taxes and the other does not pay the pension.

Two irresponsible people looking at each other.

Good job brat- Adler says looking at her with a small smile.

I'm sure Anastasia is relieved that Adler didn't notice her glasses falling into the mud😞

Hello friends🦋✨, I want to apologize for not being active lately with regard to my drawings, I haven't been feeling very good in spirits, let's say.

I just want to tell you that I love you very much. You are all lovely people 🦋✨

No me queda nadamas que decir 💬

Adler kbron paga la pensión 😡

[i-anonymous-crow]

MORDIDA MORDIDA MORDIDA

My girlfriend <3

[theroseeternal]

Reading A Day of Fallen Night again, and I just noticed this in the Unora prologue. Crying!!! Only Nikeya’s mother, the poet Nadama pa Tirfosi, was nice to Dumai’s mom when she was at court. And she was pregnant with Nikeya at the time. I love discovering small details like this when re-reading a book.

[writers-vlogx]

I need more of Miguel Ángel Félix 🥹

So, let's back track all the way back to season one, episode seven. Let's say you were married to felix and found out his affairs outside of your marriage.

You packed up the house, drop the kids off with your mom and when he came back to find all of the boxes in front of the house he rushed inside to find you.

He saw you walking down the stairs with two more bags as he questioned you. "Que es esto? Y los niños?" He asked as he looked around, confused. "Con mi mama, es mejor que no te vean así. Voy a vivir con mis papas, " you say as you walk back upstairs to keep packing.

You hear him call out for you as he follows you. "Hey esperate! Amor, esperate!" He yelled as you speed up to get away from him before he grabbed you and turned you around, pushing you against the wall trying to get you to listen to him. "Amor, No- eschuchame!" He yelled but you refuse, struggling against him and telling him to leave you alone. "Ya! Ya basta, te calmas oh te calmo!" He yelled as he pushed you on the ground and kept you still.

"Ven acá! Ven aca carajo! Escúchame, ya!" As you stopped struggling and started to cry he hugged you. He soothed you as he apologized a million times, saying how you were the only one for him.

"Nadamas eres tu okay?" He asked as he looked at you and calmed you down "Ahora, no te vas a ir, ni te vas a llevar a los niños me entiendes?" He said as he looked sideways to the boxes packed "Ni se te ocurra dejarme, te necesito" He helped you up and layed you down in the bed "me deje llevar, el negocio...si sabes que todo es por ustedes verdad?" He asks almost serching you eyes to make sure you believe what he said. You nodded and layed still.

Miguel felix gallardo was many things. A cartel member, a husband, a father. But he didn't lose. He wouldn't lose you. He wouldn't lose his children, if he had to tie you down and force you to stay then so be it. You knew that, it was better to agree by self will.

Yandere Felix gallardo maybe 👀👀

[trupahd]

Dibujo de mi avatar, enserio que disfruto dibujarlo como un mago jajaja, nadamas no juego D&D porque no le sé

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