#tratarte

[leregirenga]

AMARTE

Tratarte bien.

Descansar.

Hablarte con cariño.

Alentarte.

Reconocer tus dones y celebrarlos. Pedir ayuda cuando la necesitas. Decir no cuando todo en ti quiere decir no.

Honrar tu cuerpo.

Disfrutar.

Darte tiempo para hacer lo que te hace bien.

Cuidar tu alimento, nutrirte; no solo de comida; alimentar tu mente. Alimentar tu corazón.

No escaparte de tu dolor, no taparlo, no mirar para otro lado.

Parar, abrazarlo y decirle:

acá estoy; te escucho.

Animarte a tocar tu vulnerabilidad. Abrirte.

Ser quien eres; ¡qué belleza!

Ser conscientemente vulnerable atrae el amor más honesto, más de iguales.

Animarte al coraje de la vulnerabilidad.

Reconocer tus deseos. No menospreciarlos,

no hacer de cuenta que no importan.

Pero no aferrarte.

Soltar a tiempo.

Amarte es un acto de amor extendido, no es solo para ti

necesitas amarte para amar.

Puedes hacerlo ahora mismo."

[sweetdarkness13]

Después de conocerte cambiaste algo en mí, tenía curiosidad y quería tratarte más...

- Sweet D.

[ratatatastic]

q mimoso q sos con sus paisanos me muero en serio :(((

[kevotsuka]

No es tan sorprendente que gemma se preste a las tonterias de manwhore de su novio una vez que miras sus historias de instagram

[aguantenlaspitusas]

Me fijé cuánto sale hoy mi tableta gráfica

[remicilline]

en vdd que pena/risa que ryuki no hay posibilidad alguna de que el ren hubiese tenido un momento de pánico y humillación escuchando mentía (2009) de miranda! sin querer en la radio

[somos-deseos]

Tú no eliges cómo va a tratarte otra persona, tú eliges si te quedas o te vas.

- Seguen Oríah ᥫ᭡...

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 11- Miguel x Reader (Size Kink)

        Everyone knows that Miguel was a hard working individual. He did his absolute best to keep everything up and running. As the leader of the Spider Society, Miguel did so much. Almost so that it felt like he never really took care of himself. Miguel always looked exhausted and frustrated. The stress was eating him alive. It was not hard to see why.

        You had wiggled yourself into his life by chance. It took a lot of work, but Miguel opened up to you and started a relationship. You were always there to ease his stress. To calm him down with just a simple hug. Sometimes, you wished for more. You felt like Miguel was afraid of having sex with you. Like he needed to hold himself back. You knew that it was not healthy for him. Hopefully, today you could finally help him break out of that mold.

        You and Miguel had been dating for about three months. You were a smart cookie and figured out that he was Spiderman. The embarrassment on his face when you confronted him was so cute. Hopefully, you will get a new kind of embarrassed face today. You were finally going to try and get Miguel to let loose. You were going to treat Miguel and give him the best sex of his life...and yours. This was a first for you, but it has been long enough.

"Hey, Miggy!" You chirped as he entered your apartment. You embraced him with a kiss, "I made dinner, why don't you wash up first?" You offered. 

        Miguel replied with a soft grunt, wanting to hold you a bit longer. It made you happy every time since he lifted you off your feet, literally. Miguel was huge. You felt so small beside him. You knew it was cliché, but you loved making jokes about his height. Asking about the weather, letting him know that ladders don't exist for him, all the dumb things. Miguel let you since he loved how happy it made you. You hummed happily as you prepped a big portion for Miguel. He was a big boy and worked hard, he needed to eat a lot.

"Huele bien, cariño. ¿Cuál es la ocasión? (Smells good, sweetheart. What's the occasion?)" Miguel asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You shivered at his breathe against the back of your neck,

"Just wanted to treat you. You need a break," You replied, feeling his wet hair drip against your shoulder, "Sit and eat. I'll dry your hair,"

"Se supone que debo tratarte como a una princesa y no al revés. (I'm supposed to treat you like a princess, not the other way around.)" He said with a chuckle.

        You felt your heart skip a beat as he laughed. Why did he have to be so charming? Hiding your face in a fresh towel, you stole glances of your boyfriend. Miguel always treated you right, now you had to return the favor. You took a moment to stare at his broad back. Oh how his shirt defined his muscles. Wiping the drool from your mouth, you wrapped the towel around his head and proceeded to dry him off. You can have your fantasies later.

"How's the food?" 

"Delicious as always." Miguel gave his thanks.

        He looked up at you, wanting a kiss, to which you gave him. You removed the towel, watching as Miguel took his empty plate to the sink. His butt so perfect in those sweatpants. Oh, tonight was defiantly going to be for Miguel...but also for you. Watching your boyfriend return to the couch, you hopped over and landed on his lap. Your legs spread over his legs, attempting to trap him in place while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Miguel, I'm going to treat you well tonight, okay?" You seemed hesitant now, worried for your performance. Miguel held your hips,

"Are you sure?"

You pressed your crotch against his, grinding your hips through the fabric, "I'm sure." You replied, feeling his bulge already rising. Miguel lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom,

"Sólo voy a advertirte que tengo esta pequeña cosa. (Just going to warn you, I do have this one little thing.)" He warned, towering over you on the bed.

"Nothing about you is little," You teased.

        Miguel grumbled lowly. He wanted to warn you, but it might be best for you to find out. You watched as Miguel took his clothes off, following suit. This was the first time you were going to see him naked and visa versa. Your eyes almost boggled out of your head as you saw his cock. He was covering his face with his hand. You could have sworn he was hiding a chuckle. Miguel was totally laughing at you for staring at his monster of a cock.

"Little my ass," You teased once more, approaching him.

        Miguel watched you with a gleam in his eyes. Yes, you were little compared to him. He had been itching to fucking your tiny pussy with his large cock. To hear you cry from overstimulation as he stuffed you full. There was a part of him that wanted to break you, but he loved you too much. Miguel was worried that his cock was not going to fit, that he might hurt you. He hadn't even prepped you yet. Miguel let out a soft groan as your tongue licked his shaft. Your soft lips on his tip,

"Cuidado, cariño, no te hagas daño. (Careful, baby, don't hurt yourself.) He groaned.

        You glanced up at Miguel, your tongue swirling against his tip. You were going to treat him. Miguel was too kind to you. Honestly, you had every right to be worried. His dick was larger than your biggest dildo. Just the thought of him ripping you in half was making you soak. Placing your lips against his cock again, you did a soft sucking motion. Miguel's groans were making your body tremble. Who knew he could make such noises?

        You had to balance yourself and hold onto Miguel as you sucked him. Your other hand fingering yourself. Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes as you tried to take him deeper. His dick was already hitting the back of your throat and you were only half way. You moan as Miguel placed his hand on your head, gently moving you.

"Joder, eso es correcto. Chúpame la polla con esa boquita sucia tuya. (Fuck, that's right. Suck my cock with that dirty little mouth of yours.)" He moaned lowly, sending shivers down you spine, "Mírate siendo una buena chica para mí. ¿Estás disfrutando de mi polla en esa boquita tuya? (Look at you being such a good girl for me. Are you enjoying my cock in that little mouth of yours?)"

        So this was his little issue. Miguel was such a dirty talker, but it made you even more horny. You gasped as Miguel removed you from his dick. The look in his eyes was fierce. Lust nearly consuming him as his pupils dilated. He tossed you on the bed, hovering over you. He took your lips in a rough kiss, his fingers removing yours. You whined in response, but Miguel quickly turned those into moans as he entered one finger. He took your hand in his mouth, licking your juices off your fingers.

"Hah....hah....Mig...Miguel...I'm..." You grinded your hips against his hand, feeling your orgasm arriving. Miguel smirked as he pumped his finger, curling it to draw your orgasm out,

"Impresionante, ¿mi dulce ángel tiene problemas para tomar mi dedo? Tengo que prepararte para la comida principal. Voy a estirar tu bonito coño con mi polla, cariño. (Awe, is my sweet angel having trouble taking my finger? Gotta get you prepared for the main meal. I'm going to stretch your pretty pussy with my dick, sweetheart.)"

        Those words alone made you cum. Miguel's pupils were blown as he watched you drench his hand. He chuckled as he watched your face twist with pleasure as he added another finger. Your moans getting louder as you opened your legs wider. Miguel inhaled at the sounds you were making. Your little cries, your sexy moans and of course your throbbing pussy squishing at his fingers. Oh, you were going to look so pretty taking his cock in full.

"You're doing so good, baby. Cum again for me. Doing so, so good." He whispered in your ear, curling his fingers right at that sweet spot.

        You arched your back once more, crying out his name as he drew another orgasm out of you. So much for treating him. Trying to catch your breathe since you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest, you gasped at Miguel. He towered over you once more, cock in hand. You had to admit that you were scared, but also excited. Watching Miguel pump his cock with his own hand made you spread your legs out for him.

"Let me know if it hurts," There was your loving boyfriend poking out of his lustful state.

        You could only nod. Miguel positioned himself and started to poke his tip inside you. You gripped the bedsheets below you. He was so big. His fingers were nothing compared to his cock. Biting your lower lip, you tried your best to not cry out. Miguel wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear as he kept pressing himself into you. Your hips buckled, shaking as Miguel stopped for a moment. He was letting you adjust before continuing his entry.

"Eso es cierto bebe. Eres tan apretado. Sí, lo estás haciendo muy bien. Joder, te sientes tan bien acogiéndome. (That's right, baby. You're so tight. Yes, you're doing so good. Fuck, you feel so good taking me in.)" He groaned.

        You whimpered, holding onto him as he stopped. He kissed all over your face before looking down at you. You could see the sparkles in his eyes as he watched his dick almost completely engulfed by you. You felt it too. He was hitting you so deep that you were seeing stars. The pain was subsiding and all you wanted was for Miguel to start moving. Your fear had disappeared as you tried to buckle your hips. Miguel gripped your hips,

"Look at how good you're doing," Miguel grunted as he pulled out before slamming inside you.

        You nearly yelled out a moan as you felt him hit you deeper than he just was. Your breathing grew heavy as your vision started to blur. With each rough thrust, you felt Miguel getting deeper and deeper. You heard him grunt, complaining about him being almost fully inside you. How good you felt around his cock. How your tight gummy walls were just sucking him in. Everything he was saying was making you explode with pleasure.

"S-Tan cerca. Lo estás haciendo muy bien. Mira, estoy completamente dentro de ti ahora. Joder, qué bien. Envuelto alrededor de mi polla. (S-So close. You're doing so good. Look, I'm fully inside you now. Fuck, so good. Wrapped around my cock.)" Miguel babbled lowly, feeling himself about to burst.

        You whimpered another moan, cumming once more. Miguel kept asking for more, watching you break from overstimulation. He licked your tears away, enjoying your blissed out face. The cute lil 'o' you made with your mouth every time he hit your cervix made him hard. Tightening his grip against your hips, Miguel grunted once more,

"Fuck, baby. Bebe, cariño. Déjame ver cómo tu lindo y pequeño coño se llena con mi semen. (Drink up, sweeheart. Let me watch your pretty little pussy fill with my cum.)" He moaned.

        You cried out, filling Miguel fill you. The small little bulge your stomach made as he finished filling you made him grunt. As much as he wanted to stay inside you, having you wrapped around his cock, he pulled out. Another groan escaped his lips as he heard a pop from your pussy as he pulled out. His cum dripping out. Miguel picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom,

"Told you it was a small issue," You kissed the top of your head. You muffled a groan, resting your head against his shoulder,

"There is...nothing small about you," You laughed weakly. Miguel stepped into the bathroom with you between his legs, 

"Tienes razón, pero hiciste muy bien al acogerme. No puedo esperar a volver a ser tu más alto. (You're right, but you did so good taking me in. I can't wait to tower over you again.)" Miguel nibbled against your ear.

"Easy, big boy. Let me rest first, then next time...I will try and treat you."

"Haha, can't wait."

[efimera-lunar-intemporal]

Aunque no lo creas hay cosas que las personas solamente experimentarán contigo y después de eso todo será diferente: tu manera genuina de amar, tus detalles, esa preocupación que muestras por los que amas y esa ganas de hacer todo por hacer sentir bien a esa persona por la que tu das todo; hay cosas genuinas que las personas sólo experimentaran contigo aunque nunca te lo digan, y será especial y esos recuerdos vivirán por siempre en sus memorias aunque nunca te lo digan, así que por favor comienza a tratarte con más cariño y aprende a darle valor a todo aquello que eres capaz de dar.

Efimera Lunar Intemporal

[n-u-b-e-s-n-e-g-r-a-s]

Ya no te permitas pasar por otra etapa en tu vida en la que le estés diciendo a alguien todo el tiempo cómo debe tratarte.

[adrven]

al primer comentario tan sólo lo responde con un afilar de rosáceos, comprende el sentido y, si bien anhela compartirlo, el carboncillo es la muestra de que no lo hace. ' pero qué aburrido ' ahora los labios se aprietan en un mohín, la falsedad de una inocencia que está lejos de ser propia. kaden lo sabe, eso es lo que le resulta más entretenido. le dice que está bien, pero prefiere comprobarlo con una mirada que (en una lentitud programada) recorre a compañía de arriba a abajo. al instante en el que él se ocupa de mostrar el (único) cigarro, se percata de la anomalía color carmín en dichas manos. la diestra se alzan para hacerse con el cilindro, pero en su lugar se desplazan por las palmas foráneas. se inclina un poco más, tan sólo para recaer en la altura del oido de kaden. ' mentir es otro mal vicio ' le susurra, los iris descienden al toque entre palmas para que sepa de qué habla y, después, hurta el cigarro. ' lávalos para evitar infecciones ' los propios dígitos ahora vagan hasta uno de los bolsillos de la chaqueta, listo para sacar el mechero y prender el cilindro. con la primera calada le devuelve la distancia al dar un paso atrás, apoyándose de nueva cuenta en la pared. ' eres todo un buen samaritano, huh ' porque también se percató de que acabó con la última existencia en el otro paquete. al final, lo tiende hacia su contraparte con intención de compartir.

' deberías buscar otras opciones, en ese caso ' el comentario se traduce como un que deje de malgastar su tiempo consigo, pero en conversaciones mundanas jamás ha sido bueno para expresarse como corresponde. por algo su libreta está repleta de canciones ( algunas terminadas y otras a medio completar ) donde sus sentimientos se explayan mucho mejor. a pesar de que lo nota acercarse, kaden no se mueve de su sitio; no le intimida su presencia, aunque sí le recuerda constantemente que es un cobarde... entre otras tantas características negativas que podría utilizar para describirse a sí mismo. ' no, estoy bien ' más allá de raspones superficiales ocasionados por empujones innecesarios. lo señala con el mentón. ' ¿qué hay de ti? ' lo ve bien, pero mejor que nadie sabe lo sencillo que es ocultar la verdad. ¿no es, acaso, un experto en eso mismo? con un suspiro escapando de sus labios, rebusca entre sus bolsillos por la caja de tabaco que conserva siempre encima. al abrirla, solo un cigarrillo puede verse. ' no deberías fumar, es un mal vicio ' hipócrita, ¿quién es para hablar? entonces, le extiende el cigarro. ' no tengo mechero '

[verso-abstracto]

Pequeño recordatorio: Nunca dejes de tratarte bonito. Eres tu mejor obra de arte, apréciate.

Little Moon

[unicornio12am]

Ósea si quiero cogerte salvajemente, y hacerte cosas que no son de Dios, pero también quiero tratarte bonito, tomarte de la mano, darte besitos en la frente y cuidarte muchísimo. 地狱

[saudade-esplin]

Deja de permitir que la gente use "estaba pasando por algo" como escusa para tratarte como cualquier cosa 📝

[sudaca-swag]

yo creo que el machismo de los varones jóvenes es mil veces peor y da más miedo que el de los viejos, porque onda los viejos te dicen señorita y tienen la manía de q tienen q tratarte como a una dama indefensa, los jóvenes directamente creen que igualdad es poder pegarte una piña en la cara y hacen chistes con que te encuentren en una zanja envuelta en una bolsa de basura tus amigas

[a--z--u--l]

Alguien puede tratarte mejor en 2 meses que alguien en años.