of tender sin

anonymous asked:

The Winter Soldier being triggered and everyone is just frozen with fear because “if we make a move he might kill” and you’re just like “nah fuck this” and you waLK UP TO HIM AND KISS HIM BECAUSE GOD DAMN HE IS YOUR MAN AND HE WONT HURT YOU. Plus Winter Soldier sex is something you’ve always dreamt of....

You guys are teetering on the edge of sin…….

Tender Thursday™ 

Muchas casas.

Hay casas con paredes y cimientos,

hay casas llenas de rostros,

casas en las que faltan:

La mermelada.

La esquina sin barrer.

La carne que asoma por tu braga.

El telediario emitiendo en una televisión apagada.

Tu camisa de cuadros sin tender.

Tu boca en bostezo perfecto.

Tu risa resonando en oído sordo.

La tormenta que dio vida una albahaca.

El lamento de galletas de arena.

Camas de fakir con sábanas melocotón.

La revolución de Nunca Jamás. 

Mi sonrisa en tu cara,

tu cara en el interior de mi piel,

tu piel en nuestros rostros,

un rostro con el que mirar al mundo

sabiéndonos extraños en el paraíso.  

Hay casas con paredes y cimientos,

hay casas llenas de rostros.

Las casas tienen muchas caras pero el hogar solo el tuyo. 

░ ❀  random lyrics to use as sentence starters

❛ when i’m wiser and grown taller, i will see your ways ❜
❛ i can feel the hurt now ❜
❛ i can turn this pain to blame ❜
❛ we’ll shine like diamonds in the rough ❜
❛ and i was alone on the fifth day since you’ve gone ❜
❛ i rub my eyes in the haze, i’m not sleeping anyway ❜
❛ words just aren’t enough ❜
❛ i hear our song and press repeat ❜
❛ i smell your perfume on the sheets ❜
❛ ‘i wish you were here,’ is what i’d say if you asked me ❜
❛ as i finally meet my end, i won’t be scared, i won’t defend ❜
❛ i don’t need him like you do ❜
❛ i don’t fear him like you do ❜
❛ i just want to sleep forever, never see tomorrow ❜
❛ i don’t want to work forever, know what i know, or beg or borrow ❜
❛ we are the colors of all that you see ❜
❛ cause we are all rebels, never do what we’re told ❜
❛ it’s a long, long road from you ❜
❛ i’m leaving you behind ❜
❛ there’s no place i’d rather be ❜
❛ hold me close, don’t let go ❜
❛ don’t get your hopes up, she won’t fall in love with you ❜
❛ if you knew what she was up to, your virgin heart would probably break ❜
❛ she looks like such a sweet and pretty girl ❜
❛ i lost my voice, you lost your mind ❜
❛ you say you’re not well, i say that you’re fine ❜
❛ your mother’s a fake, a phantom who steals ❜
❛ the smile on your face is not what you feel ❜
❛ i’ll check you in if you check me out ❜
❛ was i the ghost or one of your voices? ❜
❛ who’s taking my place, who’s taking you out? ❜
❛ it’s all alright, baby ❜
❛ youth was always pretty, you know it can’t be found ❜
❛ he might’ve lost his way ❜
❛ whispered something in your ear. it was a perverted thing to say, but i said it anyway. made you smile and look away. ❜
❛ nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby ❜
❛ as long as you’re with me, you’ll be just fine ❜
❛ when we have a drink or three, always ends in a lazy shower scene ❜
❛ nothing’s gonna take you from my side ❜
❛ bottoms up, looks like a mess we’ve got ❜
❛ you want to come along for the ride? ❜
❛ it’s not a joke, no, it’s some kind of bad idea ❜
❛ are you gonna let this come undone? ❜
❛ gonna be high for at least three days on end ❜
❛ truth is like a punch or two, it hits you hard, it knocks you through ❜
❛ so i get on the road and ride to you ❜
❛ kiss like a fight that neither wins ❜
❛ one tender payment for our sins ❜
❛ you are the drug i can’t quit ❜
❛ your perfect chaos is a perfect fit ❜
❛ now there’s no one else around to show you how to be alone ❜
❛ don’t i owe you more? ❜
❛ it doesn’t hurt to change at all ❜
❛ i should know who i am by now ❜
❛ your name is the splinter inside me ❜
❛ and i remember the truth, a warm december with you ❜
❛ i could have lost myself in rough blue waters in your eyes ❜
❛ and i miss you still ❜
❛ i got paid and then i was on the road in a heartbeat ❜
❛ i searched far and ride hoping i was wrong, but baby all the good women are gone ❜
❛ now i can’t stay ❜
❛ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you ❜
❛ would things be easier if there was a right way? ❜
❛ honey, there is no right way ❜
❛ and i fall in love just a little bit every day with someone new ❜
❛ never thought i’d see her go away ❜
❛ she learned i loved her today ❜
❛ never thought i’d see her cry and i learned how to love her today ❜
❛ never thought i’d rather die than try to keep her by my side ❜
❛ now she’s gone and love burns inside me ❜
❛ she cuts my skin and bruises my lips, she’s everything to me ❜
❛ she tears my clothes and burns my eyes, she’s all i want to see ❜
❛ she’s heaven sent to me ❜
❛ you can kiss my love and i wish you’re gone ❜
❛ i’m in his favorite sun dress, watching me get undressed ❜
❛ it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you ❜
❛ i tell you all the time heaven is a place on earth with you ❜
❛ i heard you like the bad girls, honey is that true? ❜
❛ they say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you ❜
❛ drunk and i am seeing stars ❜
❛ i love your precious heart ❜
❛ and they could never tear us apart ❜
❛ forget what you thought ‘cause good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught ❜
❛ how could this be wrong? ❜
❛ you don’t say that it’s over ❜
❛ but you speak without words making me feel so damn good ❜
❛ it breaks her heart to think her love is only given to a man with hands as cold as ice ❜
❛ you can’t hide your lyin’ eyes ❜
❛ i could have been easier on you ❜
❛ i could have been all you held onto ❜
❛ i know i wasn’t fair, i tried my best to care about you ❜
❛ but i can’t take all your jabs and taunts ❜
❛ you’re pointing out my every fault and you wonder why i walked away ❜
❛ whatever made you think we were meant to be? ❜
❛ pain throws your heart to the ground ❜
❛ bad news never had good timing ❜
❛ i hate to see you cry ❜
❛ there’s things you need to hear so turn off your tears and listen ❜
❛ baby don’t leave ❜
❛ be home, stay close, be close to me ❜
❛ baby you know i gotta run ❜
❛ baby i miss you, come back home ❜
❛ i hate this place ❜
❛ i miss your smile, i miss your face ❜
❛ you’ve been singing that same old song far too long ❜
❛ mama warned me about you games – she don’t like you anyway ❜
❛ light that smoke, that one for giving up on me ❜
❛ i could have died with you ❜
❛ i hope you choke on those words that kiss that bottle ❜
❛ i wouldn’t piss to put you out ❜
❛ stop burning bridges and drive off of them so i can forget about you ❜
❛ breaking hearts has never looked so cool ❜
❛ last night i saw you in a dream, i’m still not sure what it means ❜
❛ i just can’t wait to fall back asleep ❜
❛ we said forever, that you would never let me go, but here i am again with nothing left inside ❜
❛ i wonder what fate is gonna decide ❜
❛ how can i love when i’m afraid to fall? ❜
❛ i have died every day waiting for you ❜
❛ darling, don’t be afraid ❜
❛ i have loved you for a thousand years, i will love you for a thousand more ❜
❛ i will not let anything take away what’s standing in front of me ❜
❛ all along i believed i would find you ❜
❛ we’re forcing what is wrong ❜
❛ please take your time ❜
❛ oh you look good with your patient face and wandering eye ❜
❛ don’t hold this war inside ❜
❛ come back when you can ❜
❛ let go, you’ll understand ❜
❛ you’ve done nothing at all to make me love you less, so come back when you can ❜
❛ i’m not finished cause you’re not by my side ❜
❛ it’s three in the morning and i’m trying to change your mind ❜
❛ why’d you only call me when you’re high ❜
❛ it’s harder and harder to get you to listen ❜
❛ you’re starting to bore me, baby ❜
❛ i am my only escape ❜
❛ nothing is the way it was ❜
❛ i’m leaving for tomorrow, i don’t wanna come back and feel the same ❜
❛ i think you’re so cool, babe ❜
❛ i love yo more with each and every day ❜
❛ you found me when i had lost my way ❜
❛ you say that we’re meant to be ❜
❛ your voice was the soundtrack of my summer ❜
❛ do you know you’re unlike any other? ❜
❛ i don’t wanna ever love another ❜
❛ we went over the edge, took it way too far ❜
❛ it’s us against the world ❜
❛ i can never love you ❜
❛ and you better come to me ❜
❛ you’re just like an angel ❜
❛ you’re so fucking special ❜
❛ what the hell am i doing here? ❜
❛ i don’t belong here ❜
❛ i don’t care if it hurts ❜
❛ i want to have control ❜
❛ i want a perfect body ❜
❛ i want a perfect soul ❜
❛ i want you to notice when i’m not around ❜
❛ i wish i was special ❜
❛ whatever makes you happy, whatever you want ❜
❛ i know how to scream my own name ❜
❛ the hardest part is letting go of the nights we shared ❜
❛ compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright ❜
❛ you’re probably hanging out and making eyes while across the room he stares ❜
❛ i can live without you, but without you i’ll be miserable at best ❜
❛ you’re all that i hoped i’d find in every single way ❜
❛ the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay ❜
❛ i know i’m good for something, i just haven’t found it yet ❜
❛ this’ll be the first time in a week that i’ll talk to you and i can’t speak ❜
❛ it’s been three  whole days since i’ve had sleep ‘cause i dream of his lips on your cheek ❜
❛ i’ve got the point that i should leave you alone, but we both know i’m not that strong ❜
❛ i miss the lips that made me fly ❜
❛ pour me another drink and punch me in the face ❜
❛ you got a face to call home ❜
❛ you stupid boy ❜
❛ you always had to be right, but now you’ve lost the only thing that ever made you feel alive ❜
❛ god please, just know i’m sorry ❜
❛ can we forget about the things i said when i was drunk? i didn’t mean to call you that ❜
❛ please tell me why my car is in the front yard and i’m sleeping with my clothes on ❜
❛ every now and then i kick the living shit out of me ❜
❛ i am my own worst enemy ❜
❛ i’m so in love with you, you’ll never take that away ❜
❛ do i try too hard to make you smile? ❜
❛ i can’t believe you actually picked me ❜
❛ maybe it’s too early to know if this is gonna work, all i know is you’re sure looking good in my shirt ❜
❛ please don’t cry, my love ❜
❛ i want to stay, but now it’s time so please don’t cry, my love ❜
❛ you know that it’s hard when you look that way ❜
❛ are you not the slightest bit confused? ❜
❛ push your way onto me entirely ❜
❛ stay away from me ❜
❛ if you’re using me, do it slowly; make it last until i have to go ❜
❛ maybe i’m too young to keep good love form going wrong ❜
❛ will i ever see your sweet return? ❜
❛ it’s never over ❜
❛ lover, you should’ve come over ❜
❛ well i feel too young to hold on ❜
❛ and i’m much too old to break free and run ❜
❛ too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i’ve done ❜
❛ sweet lover, you should’ve come over ❜
❛ oh love, well i’m waiting for you ❜
❛ are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you? ❜
❛ when he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones i wrote you? ❜
❛ if what we had was real, how could you be fine? ❜
❛ cause i’m not fine at all. ❜
❛ i wish i could wake up with amnesia and forget about all the stupid little things like the way it felt it way to fall asleep next you and the memories i never can escape ❜
❛ it hurts to know you’re happy, it hurts to hear you’ve moved on ❜
❛ if today i woke up with you right beside me like all of this was just some twisted dream, i’d hold you closer than i ever did before and you’d never slip away ❜
❛ everybody’s got their demons ❜
❛ i’m the one who ends up leaving ❜
❛ make it okay ❜
❛ but now that i’m broken, now that you know it ❜
❛ i’ve got a jet black heart and there’s a hurricane underneath it, trying to keep us apart ❜
❛ these chemicals moving between us are the reason to start again ❜
❛ now i’m holding on for dear life, there’s no way we could rewind ❜
❛ maybe there’s nothing after midnight that could make you stay ❜
❛ i love you but i don’t know why ❜
❛ you can be the boss ❜
❛ we met with a goodbye kiss ❜
❛ i hope someday that we will meet again ❜
❛ you go your way and i’ll go my way; no words can save us ❜
❛ i was crying when i met you, now i’m trying to forget you ❜
❛ love is sweet misery ❜
❛ all we ever do is say goodbye ❜
❛ i need you so much closer ❜

4-Roberto Valdivia (Perú, 1995)


primero te gustaba una chica

primero tus amigos te dieron ánimo

primero dijiste haré algo lindo

primero supiste lejanamente de vallejo

primero leíste a rimbaud

primero esperaste horas un bus que te llevaba a una avenida que conocías a buscarla donde se te prometía algo que jamás conociste

primero llegaste tarde

primero lloraste mirando el techo de manera alternativa lámpara/techo como una mosca atraída por la luz pero demasiado tonta para reconocerse totalmente en luz e imaginando la oscuridad como la aventura ilusoria una aventura ceñida a la palma

primero leíste a cada autor de cada país en español a cada lado de tu frontera en tu país latinoamericano + España

primero leíste traducciones de autores cuyos nombres no sabías pronunciar en el bus camino a las vacaciones

primero deseaste ser más alto

primero deseaste tener una boca mejor hecha

primero conociste a la vanguardia francesa

primero imaginaste que montabas un burro mientras las balas de la segunda guerra mundial se esparcían como leche en tu frente sudada

primero te vestiste de artista una tarde y no saliste ningún sábado

primero probaste pateando las paredes con los puños fríos antes de memorizarte ´endecasílabo 2-6-10, 3-6-10, 4- 6/8- 10´

primero renegaste con los borrachos pasando muy lejos de casa

primero te entregaste a gerard nerval

primero le escribiste un inbox nutrido de tantas cosas fofas que años después

pensaste en un poeta campesino y desnudo frente a la luna

primero bajaste cada libro en pdf

primero llenaste tu mp3 con canciones sobre libros y sobre autores

primero gogleaste ´cosas parecidas a mi en poetas famosos´

primero te sentiste bien con la biografía de apollinaire

primero ya no tanto

primero escribiste cien sonetos y cien poemas estúpidos basados en nirvana kurt cobain y allen gingsberg

primero te compraste un polo a rayas

primero usaste camisa y lentes

primero te afeitaste y te pusiste una chompa

primero le enviaste tu poema a tu primer amigo poeta

primero acabaste el colegio siendo llamado poeta por cada uno de tus compañeros de salón

primero leíste a cervantes de nuevo

primero leíste a pizarnik con canciones de joy división de fondo

primero escribiste un poema muy malo

primero escribiste un poema regular que salió en un blog ahora dado de baja

primero te publicaron en una cartonera blog-tumblr-video

primero te pidieron ese mismo video para un proyecto en colombia y nunca viste nada

primero leíste a la tradición local reciente

primero te escapaste a tu cuarto a escribir el mejor poema

primero escribiste tu primer buen poema

primero el mundo se agachó diez veces

primero eras el poeta de la facultad

primero estabas cansado de toda la tradición y te lanzabas hacia adelante en tus sueños eras un nadador alcanzando la vía láctea que era similar a un jacuzzi de espuma

primero asististe a una fiesta por primera vez en tu vida pero fingiste que eras muy maduro en la madurez de gente fiestera que significa saber beber y no patear la piñata con forma de pollo hasta el momento indicado

primero no regresaste a casa

primero no regresaste a casa

primero no regresaste a casa

primero te publicaron un libro en una editorial de verdad

primero eras el nuevo poeta joven

primero tenías 3 chicas & 1 chico del centro esperándote y a todos los visitabas

primero te saludaba cada dios cuyo afiche tenías pegado en el cuarto de tu imaginación y el vagón del tren tenía olor a chesseburger

primero aparecías en todas las giras imaginarias de tu cabeza como aparece artic monkeys

primero todos tus amigos eran the hives the kooks & the rapture

primero solo hablabas de ti

primero te encerraste a escribir nuevos poemas

primero decidiste saltar hacia el desorden y la aventura

primero te colocaste en todas las vanguardias neo-conceptuales de u.s.a.

primero te vendiste a la poesía de internet

primero dejaste a tus amigos

primero fundaste una revista con nuevos amigos

primero recuperaste a tus amigos para que publicaran en la revista que tus nuevos amigos habían abandonado

primero solo leías a Blake

primero escribiste sobre la poesía ligera y del lenguaje

primero grabaste videopoemas

primero escribiste un manifiesto contra el neobarroco

primero fundaste la poesía tridimensional

primero eras la copia de la copia de la copia de marinetti

primero no tenías casa

primero nadie hablaba de ti

primero publicaste en blogs de nuevo

primero te ofrecieron una oferta muy adecuada con una suma muy adecuada para publicar tu segundo poemario

primero trabajaste en kfc por la poesía & por tu cuarto de 4x4

primero te dejaron

primero te dejaste

primero la quisiste de nuevo

primero la luna era una bola de arroz enterrada en un océano de locura & yogurt

primero estabas muy solo en un desierto de júpiter

primero aceptaste la oferta

primero nadie habló de ti

primero los reseñistas te dieron la espalda

primero salías muy poco

primero dejaste los estudios

primero llevaste tu corazón dibujado en un papel para que lo repararan en la relojería en una alucinación de hachís

primero tus amigos eran solo 4

primero te amabas demasiado

primero te amabas para continuar en la cordura

primero leíste a westphalen

primero apreciaste a belli

primero eras una col 

primero cantabas demasiado

primero dormías noche a noche

primero te dolían las piernas

primero ya nadie te veía correr o acercarte a una velocidad alta a nada en ningún momento

primero cantabas bach

primero la viste pasar un miércoles

primero callaste tantas cosas que deseabas decir pero nadie escucharía

primero dejaste que todo sucediera

primero te afeitaste a los 35 años luego de un intervalo de 5 años

primero bajaste las escaleras con los Beatles a todo volumen saliéndose de tu pecho

primero leíste a rimbaud

primero te sentías tonto y fuera de lugar

primero te diste esperanza

primero te ajustaste las manos en la garganta

primero deseaste volarte los sesos por primera vez en diez años

primero te bañaste a diario

primero deseaste volver a escribir

primero desenterraste los ejemplares que nunca vendiste de tus libros como un pavo real

primero dijiste voy a hacer algo maravilloso

primero dijiste oh mierda esto no es nada es asqueroso pero tal vez ella me crea

primero dijiste oh te amo con todo el amor de las nubes con todo el amor de las esferas voladoras  con toda la belleza de las copas de los árboles rodeando edificios incendiándose

primero te diste fuerzas con metáforas de Roberto Bolaño

primero saliste por el ascensor como de un comboy 

primero miraste a los indios

primero te abalanzaste sobre la cama

primero buscaste el lugar

primero escribiste un poema rabioso desencantando duro hermoso frágil liliputiense arduo escamoso malo dirigido epistolar intergenérico hippie postpunk alt lit del lenguaje hipervincular transliterario hermoso feo durísimo seguro post alt lit conceptual de warhol ceniciento tierno homenaje égloga del día de la transliteridad en conmemoración tierno lacrimógeno excelente fino dorado negro sinestésico rimbaud
                   y lloraste un par de minutos en las sábanas sin tender

a terminar

a terminar

a terminar

a terminar

a terminar

a terminar

a terminar

el maldito maldito x1000 veces maldito poema




que primero te gustaba una chica

y esa chica eras tú

Roberto Valdivia (Lima, 1995)


The Tender Jaebum x Reader Smut

Smut warning, I’m sorry for the sins.  

Tender: Soft or delicate; not hard or tough.

A bartender, a woman, some drinks and a bed.

I hike up my little leather, black skirt, resting it just under my breasts and pulled my shirt down a little further. I eyed myself up and down in the mirror.
Sexy, but not slutty.
I re-applied my dark red lipstick and messed up my short curls. I hear my phone vibrating signifying I got a text, indicating that I needed to hurry up and get in my Uber. I quickly pulled on my black heels and grab my small handbag.
I hurried outside, slightly shivering from the cool night air of Seoul.
I could feel the bass of the music vibrate the sidewalk, the bass getting louder and stronger the closer I got. The line to get in was quite short and I hum happily, looking among the small crowd of people, I find my amazing blonde haired best friend waiting a few people away from the front of the line.
‘Jackson!’ I yelled and rushed over to him.‘Hey sugar tits, about time you showed up.’  He grinned at me with his perfect white smile. ‘Ready to get some boys?’ I cheekily winked at him.‘I’m always ready for boys.’ He spoke as we came close to the front of the line.
I grabbed his wrist and we entered in through the black doors. We were instantly greeted with extreme heat and the smell of sweat dripping off the dancing bodies. We pushed our way through the crowd to the bar. Finding two available seats at the bar, we sat down and ordered our drinks. Shots to start off with.
A muscular bartender in a tight black shirt approached us. ‘What can I get you guys?’ He says, making eye contact with me, I couldn’t help but stare into his almost black eyes.
“Two blowjobs” I say seductively, biting my lip.
“Coming right up.” He smiled, turning around to make the shots. I shot a quick look at his perfect round ass that just fitted the tight pair of black leather pants. I almost groaned at how nice his butt was.
I hate to admit, but it was probably better than mine.
He turned back around and I quickly diverted my eyes back to Jackson, who sat there, an eyebrow raised and a smirk was placed on his face, I shake my head and chuckle.
He handed us our shots after, going to attend to other customers. I skulled the shot with ease, cringing at the burning sensation that followed after.
I placed my glass down and stand up, flattening down my skirt, I turn and grab Jackson’s larger hand.
I lead him a few feet from the bar to a clear spot to dance, well it’s called dancing, but it looks more like something from a porno, so completely different actually.
Jackson stood behind me his arms wrapped around my waist. I pressed my body into him and started to grind my ass on his crotch.
He ran his hands up and down my waist and hips. I closed my eyes and let the beat take me. ‘Sex Trip’ by Jay Park played as I let myself drown in euphoria.

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sheith // wildfire

There’s nothing gentle about it, the way his back slams against the wall. Strong hands get lost in dark hair. Soft hair, so tender against his skin, so different from the way Keith’s mouth moves with determination and hunger.

Soft lips, nice and wet against his own. Pretty little moans, swallowed before they can echo down the hall; alert someone. Disturb them. Force Shiro to pull away, from this. From Keith pressed up against him, back arched, pulling him down with slender hands and nails scraping across shaved hair. With knuckles turning white—hungry, hungry, hungry. Steered by instinct. The air grows hotter as it grows ragged and breathless.

“Keith—” Shiro’s cut off by merciless hands pulling at his hair, dark lashes resting against tender, rosy cheeks. Brows knitted together in focus. Burning lips against his own, teeth biting, sucking. Never stopping. Craving, a wildfire out of control, consuming everything. Flames riding up his neck, down his chest, burning against the rapid heartbeat not his own.

The moan breaking loose from Shiro’s lips is guttural, scratches at his throat like the wild animal Keith’s nails are to his skin. It leaves him shaking, shaking, falling down. Knees weak, buckling.

They shouldn’t be here.

Not in this darkened corner, where people can pass and scold them. Where they balance on a spider’s thread, this close, about to fall. Where hands leave scars through clothes they wish were gone. Where nothing matters but lips on lips, burning skin to kiss and bite.

They shouldn’t be here.

Shiro presses Keith even closer to himself. 

Keith breaks free from sweet, tempting, dangerous lips to grab the wrist at his neck. The word that follows is a mere hiss, barely stifled in the electric silence as they stumble.