#ah que 8)

[optical-vagueness]

ok creo que ya capté las formas esenciales de esos dos

[crisalizmo]

Le cuesta un poco de trabajo abrir los ojos por completo, la luz del lugar es tenue, sin embargo al más mínimo movimiento que intenta realizar con la cabeza, esta le duele bastante. Poco a poco logra reconocer una habitación de hospital e intenta hacer memoria y mantener la calma sin poder evitar cuestionarse como cuernos llegó allí. De pronto una fémina entra al cuarto, y la única reacción de Santino es revisar que su cuerpo no se encuentre fuera de la sabana que le cubre ❛ Disculpe señorita ¿qué hago aquí? — no tarda mucho en indagar sin importar quien es la persona frente a él, entre más rápido obtenga respuestas, mucho mejor, pues a pesar de estar acostumbrado a enfrentarse a lo desconocido, viajando de aquí para allá, despertar en una habitación de hospital no es algo que le suceda muy a menudo.

starter privado para @tsvbavsa

[lovcscene]

“estoy comenzando a pensar que solo me vienes a buscar los jueves para comerte mi tarea.” bromea, sonrisa asomándose por sus comisuras antes de dejar un contenedor de plástico sobre regazo impropio. hoy ha cocinado onigiri. “si no te apreciara estaría sumamente ofendido, ¿sabes?” continua, pero su parte favorita siempre es ver la reacción impropia cuando prueba su comida. / ✨ @pvrseide​

[elizabcthx]

se ríe por lo bajo cuando le asegura que no es su tipo ' anotado, solo para que conste tú tampoco eres el mío, así que estás de suerte ' encoge un hombro con suavidad restando importancia de aquello y sin pensarlo demasiado acepta la cigarrera una vez le es ofrecida y toma un cigarro el cual posa con delicadeza entre sus dedos, asiente cuando escucha su apellido salir de labios ajenos ' así es, elizabeth, pero por esto ' alza un poco el cilindro ' puedes decirme beth, ¿con quién tengo el placer? ' entonces extiende la cigarrera de vuelta y saca de su propia bolsa el encendedor ' podrá sonar hipócrita de mi parte pero no me gusta hacer le��a del árbol caído ' responde con algo de gracia en su tono de voz ' la verdad es que me pisaron unas siete veces en la pista de baile ' se queja ' primera y última, creí que saldría de ahí sin dedos ' suspira llevando finalmente el cigarro a sus labios y encendiéndolo ' ¿y a ti? ¿qué te tiene de tan mal humor que no quieres escuchar sobre las estrellas y constelaciones? ' molesta.

apenas se percata de identidad opuesta, realiza un gesto con su mano libre, como si con ello pudiera borrar las palabras que quedaron flotando en el aire. "ah, olvídalo, no eres mi tipo de todas formas," asegura, antes de otorgar una calada más al cigarrillo que sostiene entre largos dígitos, observando a contraria y encogiéndose de hombros. y como claro que tiene modales a pesar de que a veces pueda parecer lo contrario, saca de su bolsillo la cigarrera y la ofrece a la rubia. "thompson, ¿cierto? ¿qué te tiene de mal humor? hubiera pensado que estarías feliz con todo lo que ha ocurrido recientemente..."

[tigerblccd]

have a look at aaron kirchner’s intragram page.

[enwoso]

LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL — alexia putellas x teen!reader

twelve days of christmas | day 8

based on this request

the streets of barcelona were alive with christmas fun and cheer as fairy lights hung across building fronts, festive music spilled from cafes and children chased each other with big toothy grins.

but for you, none of it mattered. at 18 on paper you were living the dream. signing for barca in the summer should have been the best thing that had ever happened as your career into football continued to grow.

but instead it felt like everything, slowly was falling apart.

you sat alone in your small apartment which just happened to be in the same building as a lot of your other teammates, such as keira, ona, alexia.

your eye-line catching the unpacked boxes in the corner of your room. moving from england had been hard enough leaving everything you knew behind but the pressure of playing for one of the best teams in the world had you at point where you were starting to crumble.

every game felt like another failure. every missed chance or misplaced pass was catapulted by the media who had turned on your pretty quickly. having you at cloud nine as the 'best rising star' to a 'disappointing, overrated player'

you had told anyone but you mind was starting to eat away at you, your depression which you had fought so hard to overcome was slowly coming back and beginning to suffocate you.

you were beginning to avoid your teammates, declining their invitations to team nights out as well as rarely speaking with coaching staff when she desperately needed to.

so now, with christmas peeking around the corner the festive cheer only fuelled your loneliness.

training today had been no different, you'd kept your head down doing the drills like a robot as you barely acknowledged anyone to the point where you hadn't noticed the watchful eye alexia had over you. watching each move you made a worried look in her eyes.

as you were packing your bag up slipping it over your shoulder as you were about to make the short journey back to your apartment, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"y/n" alexia called softly, "can we talk?"

you hesitated as you tried to carry on walking brushing the spaniard off but she was quick to hold you back, grabbing your wrist. "alexia, i'm fine. really" you said but it came out more as a beg for her to just let you go.

alexia stepped closer, her expression kind but firm as her brow furrowed the same worried look in her eyes from training had returned. "you've been quiet lately, i just want to make sure your okay. you not alone astro, we are here for you"

you froze, your brave front you'd been putting on threatening to crack at her soft words. you wanted to brush alexia off, carry on dealing with it as you were, tell her you were fine but the lump in your throat grew too large.

"i don't know if i can do this," you whispered, you voice trembling, "everyone hates me and i can't.. i can't be what they want me to be" you sobbed as alexia wrapped you into a tight, comforting hug.

alexia's eyes softened, pulling away from the hug as she placed a hand on your shoulder, "come with me" she whispered still loud enough for you hear as she gentle tugged on your arm for you to follow her.

reluctantly, you found yourself in alexia's car being driven through the streets of barcelona. stopping at a house which you didn't recognise, but it was nicely decorated with fairy lights and many christmas decorations.

"where are we?" you asked, you voice still raspy from crying earlier on.

"you'll see" alexia replied with a small smile as she lifted her hand to knock on the door, knocking a few times before the door opened.

"¡ah, alexia! hola y/n, hace tiempo que no te veo. entras, entra" alexia's mother greeted you both with a warm hug as you entered what you now realised was alexia's family home.

her younger sister alba hugging you as she came to see who was at the door teasing you about being too serious as the scent of freshly baked goods filled the air.

alexia leading you into the living room where a perfectly decorated christmas tree stood tall and proud as laughter echoed as alexia's cousins played games on the floor.

you stood slightly awkward, unsure of your place, "i don't belong here" you whispered quietly but alexia still caught what you said.

alexia turned to you, a frown appearing. "of course you do astro, you're part of this team and that makes you part of this family"

hearing alexia's kind words leave her mouth, a sense of comfort in them you had been searching for since you arrived in barcelona. you felt a weight on your chest lightly even if it was only slightly.

that evening you spent the time with alexia and her family, spending the time playing board games and sharing stories as everyone took a break alexia bumped your shoulder.

"you know, i know what's it like to struggle" alexia spoke softly and with such caution, "i felt the same pressure when i was young, like i wasn't enough. but astro you have to remind yourself why you started playing in the first place"

"you love the game, right?" alexia asked as you nodded, tears pooling in your eyes. "then it's okay to feel like this but you can't shut everyone out. we are here for you, the whole team is" you nodded as the floodgates opened. alexia wrapping you in a tight hug letting you cry.

-

over the next few weeks, things started to look up and you were finding you spark slowly. alexia's family had welcomed you and supported you with open arms. you'd

the club had organised for you to be able to go home for christmas meaning alexia was bringing your christmas gift early. alexia had spent the day helping you pack for your trip back to england, as you flew early tomorrow morning.

“astro, i have this for you-“ alexia smiled as she handed you a small gift box which was perfectly wrapped with a small silk bow on the top. you looked to alexia thanking her for it as you tore the neat wrapping off it.

inside was a simple silver beaded bracelet with the words, ‘hay luz al final del túnel’ engraved in to a small heart charm and which in english translated to — there's light at the end of the tunnel.

you looked up from the small bracelet, your throat feeling tight as you engulfed alexia in a hug, as you whispered your thanks to her — not just for the bracelet but for all the help she’s given you in the past few weeks.

alexia smiled, “your going to be okay, y/n. one step at a time”

[elizabcthx]

había escapado a la terraza para fumarse un cigarrillo y apenas va entrando las palabras ajenas la alcanzan, la rubia ladea su rostro ligeramente y comienza a jugar con sus manos antes de contestar ' hasta que no exista una acción legal contra alguno de los señalados es un simple rumor ' asegura, haciendo de un lado las pruebas presentadas en aquellos archivos ' así que no veo una razón por la que no puedan asistir al evento sin encontrarse avergonzados ' encoge un hombro con suavidad, hacer como si nada hubiese sucedido probablemente era la mejor decisión que podían tomar mientras buscaban asesoría legal ' pero sí, es como el elefante en la habitación, en eso te doy la razón '.

# TERRAZA / ' explotación laboral, prácticas ilícitas ... y aún así, ninguno de los señalados parece avergonzado de asistir al evento. ' cuenta con que sea uno de sus hermanes quien se haya aproximado hasta su ubicación, ahí, a un sofá cerquita de los telescopios, mas lo cierto es que si se trata de otra persona tampoco representaría un problema —— ¡para qué ( intentó ) cuidar su reputación en la sociedad cuando está llena de hipocresía! vuelve a llenar su copa con vino, escape que ya no tiene sentido evitar, mientras termina su frase: ' ¿no te parece gracioso? es como el elefante en la habitación. '

[myownwholewildworld]

wicked whims — a javier peña oneshot

pairing: javier peña x f!reader (same couple as pretty nails, can be read as a standalone) summary: javi catches you playing wicked whims in the sims and decides to make your fantasies a reality. a/n: I AM NOT OKAY, OKAY? this is the definition of a crackfic. muchísimas gracias a @gothcsz for the inspiration and for convincing me to play this mod, i'll be eternally grateful 😭 i'm loving the levels of freak we're reaching <3 ANYWAY please enjoy this delusion! warnings: 18+, mdni. filthy smut. f! solo masturbation. rough anal sex. creampie. no use of y/n. javi and reader speak spanish. no description of reader other than hair that can be yanked, but i do imagine her as a latina. w/c: ~1.6k

You unglued your eyes from the screen for a second to look at your phone.

8:37 PM.

“¡Mierda! (shit),” you muttered under your breath, checking the time one more time.

No, your eyes hadn’t betrayed you. You really had been playing Sims for the last four hours, completely losing track of time. You were supposed to do laundry today, clothes piling up in the hamper behind you. Damn, you had even planned to run to the shop too for a few ingredients missing from your cupboard.

But this new mod you had just discovered, Wicked Whims, had you on a fucking chokehold, unable to refrain yourself from having your simself perform all the depravities your mind could come up with. You had created yourself and Javi in the game, spending a ridiculuous amount of time on getting the shape of his aquiline nose right. Then spent countless hours looking for the right animations and custom content to live your best life.

In the darkness of your shared room, you unpaused the game again, deciding it was too late for laundry or food shopping.

Your simself and Javi were awaiting further instructions.

Wicked > Sex > Oraljob > Rough deep-throating.

You watched eagerly as your simself choked on Javi’s cock. The slapping of his balls against your chin, along with the lewd noises, was so realistic it soon replaced your smirk with a gentle bite on your plush bottom lip. Saliva and precum overflowed from your lips the moment Javi grabbed your head and began jackhammering into your mouth.

You were gagging loud.

This was too good. So much so, you felt your pussy wetting, your clit pulsing softly. Pressing your knees together, you immersed yourself in the gameplay, your imagination running wild. It even got to a point where you slid your hand under your panties, your fingerpads tracing the slick seam of your cunt.

Leaning back on the chair, one leg propped up over the armrest, you pressed slow, lazy circles on your bundle of nerves, a soft sigh leaving your lips with half-lidded eyes. How was this mod getting you all messy? No idea, but you were horny as fuck.

Stalking your gushing hole, you tentatively sank one finger in your pussy, eyes glued on Javi cumming on the face of your simself.

“Ah, sí, mi Javi haría exactamente eso… (Ah, yes, my Javi would do exactly same),” you hummed in approval, adding a second finger, curling them to reach that precise spot of pleasure.

“¿Qué es lo que yo haría, reina? (What is it that I would do, queen?)”

His actual, real voice interrupted you.

Startled, you jumped to your feet, pushing the chair to one side and switching off the screen of the computer as fast as you could. Turning around, you saw him right behind you.

“¿Cuánto tiempo llevas ahí parado? (How long have you been standing there?)” you asked rather nervously. You really hadn’t heard him come home.

The real question you wanted to ask though was how much had he seen. But you didn’t want to betray yourself in case he hadn’t paid much attention to your gameplay.

“El suficiente (Enough),” he replied with a smirk, closing the distance between you.

His warm hands landed on your naked hips. You were only wearing a tee shirt and underwear, always making yourself comfortable the moment you crossed the frontdoor. Javi leaned in, a knowing smile curling his mouth as his moustache prickled the curve of your neck.

“¿Un día duro en el trabajo? (Hard day at work?)” you attempted to divert the conversation, biting down your lip as Javi left a trail of wet kisses on your sensitive skin.

“Lo único duro que tengo es mi verga después de ver lo que estabas jugando (the only hard thing I have is my cock after watching you play),” he husked as you craned your neck a bit more. Javi groped your ass and pressed your clothed pussy against his growing bulge. “¿Somos nosotros? (Is that us?)”

Well, there was no point in denying the truth, so you nodded.

“Eso es lo que pensaba. Te gusta que te la meta hasta el fondo de la garganta, ¿cierto? (That’s what I thought. You like it when I shove it down your throat, right?)” he questioned, one hand replacing his lips, wrapping it gently around your throat.

You gasped. Your pussy gushed.

This man was a menace to your senses, both in game and in real life. Although virtual Javi could never compare to the real one.

“Javi—”

“Nuh-uh,” he tutted at you. “Odiaría interrupir. Por favor, sigue jugando (I’d hate to interrupt. Please, keep playing),” he ordered, because there was no room for discussion after that.

Javier turned you around, pushing you towards the desk and switching the screen back on. You had forgotten to pause the game, so your sims had decided not to wait for your commands any longer.

Javi and your simself were going at it on the bed, you laying down on your belly as Javi fucked your ass, his chest flush with your back.

“Me gusta lo que veo (I like what I see),” he groaned behind you, his fingers hooking around the bottom part of your panties to push them aside. “No me hagas caso, encanto. Tú juega tranquila (Don’t mind me, darling. Take your time playing).”

Easier said than done. It was hard to focus on the game when you heard Javi unzip his jeans behind you and ramming his throbbing cock between your inner thighs. Gripping the edge of the desk, you stuck your ass out for him. Javi humped your damp slit, his angry cockhead kissing your clit every time he pushed forward.

You whimpered, eyes half closed, watching the faces your simself put on as Javi destroyed her ass.

“Estás bien mojada. ¿Te estuviste tocando mientras jugagas? (You’re so wet. Were you touching yourself while playing?),” his voice hitched in the back of his throat, his mushroom head intruding in your clenching opening.

“Sí. No me pude resistir… Me estabas cogiendo bien duro (Yes, I couldn’t resist… You were fucking me so rough),” you whispered, eyes fully shut and mouth agape, eager for him to impale you from behind.

But instead of doing that, his hips slanted back, your pussy crying, craving him.

“Los ojos en la pantalla, reina (Eyes on the screen, queen),” he retorted, clicking his tongue.

You rapidly obliged.

Wicked > Sex > Anal > Rectal Jackhammer.

Javi snickered behind you, getting the hint.

You felt his hard cock drag along your sticky pussy lips and tapped his glans on your clit a few times, until your knees were trembling with pleasure. Then slid his cock backwards, going past your leaking entrance, until it caught on your rimmed hole.

Slowly he fed his thudding cock into your ass, parting your soft walls as he inched forward. You squirmed and hiccuped, fighting to keep your eyes open and focused on the game whilst the stinging feeling blossomed into something else.

Your sphincter hugged him tight once he was fully seated inside you and Javier grumbled with satisfaction.

Javi pumped out, then back in, testing your resolution. When he was satisfied that you were ready, he grabbed your hair in a fistful and started jackhammering into you—the thrusts hard and unforgiving. Your moans soon followed, the cacophony of your bodies meeting each other filling the room as Javi yanked at your hair, your back arching.

You could feel him in your fucking guts, and that was what made it all even more enjoyable. But what had you tripping over was Javi’s hand going over the swell of your buttocks, down your belly and finding your clit.

“¡Dios, sí, justo ahí! (God, yes, right there!),” you wailed with tears brimming and running down your cheeks, messing up your eyeliner. “¡Más fuerte, Peña! (Harder, Peña!)”

Javi grumbled behind you, fucking into you in a frenzy, like a man possessed by his worst demons.

“Te voy a destrozar el culo, muñeca (I’m gonna destroy your ass, babydoll),” he snarled, rutting into you so hard your knees almost gave way.

You collapsed onto the desk, resting your forehead on the keyboard. Your mind was too fuzzy to focus on the game anymore. Javi was blasting your entrails so hard, he’d wiped out any thought in your brain. You couldn’t think, only feel.

Grabbing your hair one more time and pulling, your face lifted off the keyboard, just in time to see how sim Javi cummed in your simself’s ass.

His fingers rubbed your clit desperately, the coil inside you finally snapping, releasing the tension building inside your body. You came hard, your poor pussy clutching around nothing as your juices leaked through your panties and down your inner thighs. It felt like a motherfucking tsunami had washed over you.

Javi picked up his pace, your ass sheathing him just right, and after one last harsh jerk at your hair, he finally found peace in your puckered, fucked out hole. You felt his warm cum filling you up, sticking to your inner walls and clinging onto them.

A heavy sigh later, Javi let go of your hair and pulled out, spanking your round globe with a sly grin and wiping the sweat off his forehead.

You were still sprawled across the desk, trying to tame your heaving.

“Mira, están cogiendo otra vez. No podemos dejar que nos ganen, reina (Look, they are fucking again. We can’t let them win, queen),” he said, tapping the screen to direct your wavering attention there.

Fuck.

[h3avens4ngel]

𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 ・miguel o’hara smut, nsfw

- breading kink, needy Miguel, p in v, choking, pet names, overstimulating, crying from overstiming, soft dom mig, rough sex!, size kink

Miguel was a needy husband to say the least.

He couldn’t help but give your ass a nice squeeze whenever you wore those tiny pj shorts or bury his face in your neck whenever you wore a tight tank top just to feel your tits press against him.

It was almost as if anything you did would make him weak at the knees. You wear his tee shirt, he’s wrapped around your waist. Your cooking a meal, he’s buried in your neck telling you how lucky he is.

“I know chula, yo sé que te gusta” he pouted as the aftermath of wearing his baggy tee was in full affect. Miguel had you bent over the kitchen counter with a fist full of your hair tangled in his hand.

You were dumbly bouncing along with his hard thrusts, drool pooling out of your mouth as he knocked the air out of you. He’d been at it for god knows how long but the last you remember, you were in the kitchen around 6ish putting some dishes away and now it’s almost 8.

“Asi mami, relájate” he cooed as he felt you clench around him. He talked you through his constant pounding, cock stretching and stuffing you deliciously. You could feel him in the deepest places, his fat tip nudged against your cervix as his cock slid in and out of you at a pace that was intoxicating.

“Migue- mig- oh mmhh ah-“ you tried to tell him how good he felt but you were met with his hips picking up in pace “shh shh, let me take care of you, save that pretty voice for later chula. Just take it, take it f’me” Miguel hummed, his words having slight pauses as he fucked you dumb.

“Just need’a fuck a baby into you bunny, fill you up nice and warm with my cum just like you beg me to”

You let out a shaky moan as his hand wrapped around your throat “mírame mami, por favor déjame mirarte.” You could hate Miguel for how condescending he sounds knowing you can’t even hold yourself up.

“That’s it” he hums into your cheek as he plunged his cock inside your gushy walls. Miguel’s eyes rolled back at the sounds of your high pitched whines as you reached your 3rd orgasm “mi- I ca- can’t” you began to cry.

Tears began to stain your cheeks as the overstimulation began to cause you to claw at his arms “yes you can, you can for me” he purred as he wrapped an arm around around your collar bone, pinning you onto his back as he leaned back onto the counter and lifted you onto his chest.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder as he began to fuck you up right, hands behind your thighs as he fucked you like a toy “asi, asi chula a- ay asi” Miguel began to huff as you clenched around his cock.

You soaked his thighs as you gushed out cum and squirted all over him, his gruntled moan roaring into your jaw as he came right after you. His arms shook in the mist of his orgasm, causing you to hold yourself up by his biceps “tha- that’s it, ah fuck that’s it” Miguel panted.

Miguel expertly held you up as he pulled out and turned around to sit you on the counter so he could carry you properly. But before he could, he slumped forward into the crook of your neck. He inhaled your sweet scent that let him know you were ready for a baby, you were ovulating. “thank you chula” Miguel whispered while he pressed a kiss onto your shoulder.

“Did so good for me” he praised. Miguel was already thinking of what pjs he’d get out for you while you rested in the bath. He knew you loved his tee shirts but the baggy shirt hanging around your plump thighs would either lead him buried between your thighs or back stuffed inside you.

He cursed himself in his head, he needs to let his pretty girl rest. Your comfort was worth his racing thoughts because after all, he can’t fuck you every time you were in his tee’s.

[simscici]

Previous / Next Beginning (Gen 8)

Image transcripts (PT):

Touma: Não creio que ele com alguns amigos sozinhos tenham feito tudo isso. Então, para garantir a proteção dele caso se envolva nisso de novo, quero que anote tudo que eu coletei hoje, não esqueça nada!

Sasha: Certo!

Sasha: O senhor acha que tem algum grupo, sei lá, de adultos usando esses jovens para cometer esses delitos? A troco de quê?

Touma: Não tenho certeza, mas seja lá o que for, quero ter todas as provas de que esses jovens estão envolvidos nisso de forma periférica e não como cabeças de todo esse esquema.

Touma: Sério, isso tudo meio que me preocupa… Eu já disse que tenho duas filhas? A mais velha em breve cresce e vai pro ensino médio, mas em meio todo a esse caos, como posso saber se ela estará segura?

Sasha: Se ela puxar para você, tenho certeza que ela é e será muito esperta!

Sasha: Ah não… Acho que fiz algo errado… De repente os arquivos sumiram…

Touma: Apagou sem querer??

Sasha: Não sei… eu… desculpa.

Touma: Tudo bem, não precisa chorar, deixa eu ver…

Sasha: Perdemos tudo?…

Touma: Teremos que refazer alguns, mas felizmente dá pra recuperar.

Sasha: Graças a Deus, eu pensei que tinha estragado tudo…

Touma: Acredite, isso é mais comum do que imagina em novatos e alguns veteranos também (risos)

Sasha: Deixa que eu mesma refaço tudo!

Touma: Tem certeza?

Sasha: Foi minha culpa, então eu assumo a responsabilidade.

Touma: Certo, então deixo com você. Preciso atualizar o quadro de crime, mas essa semana eles deram uma cessada nas invasões…

Sasha: Talvez porque estamos investigando.

Touma: Deve ser.

[satcmis]

' no soy una experta , no, así que no me guardes resentimientos por proveer un diagnostico irrelevante ' en su lenguaje personal, palabras son equivalentes a pedir perdón por las opiniones no solicitadas. ' no sonrías así, me provoca querer pelear contigo ' mitad en broma, mitad en serio, de cualquier forma, marrones revolotean por el resto de su fisionomía ' ¿tú no te has hecho daño? ' . satomi, por su parte, levanta la palma de la mano para mostrarle, la piel brillante por las diminutas partículas de cristal prendidas en la piel, entintada suavemente por el color de la cortadas, sensación ardiente, incomoda, pero dista de ser lo peor que ha experimentado. ' creo que voy a sobrevivir, pero tu sabes ' y el; no soy una experta, queda colgando de sus labios. le lanza una media sonrisa para señalar que no hace falta que se preocupe o ninguna otra acción. ' no, siempre fui la hermana mayor que no sabe como divertirse ' se burla un poco de sí misma, al saberlo verdad, las fiestas le dan dolor de cabeza y la gente en exceso la irrita. y como si no fuera suficiente ya, le parece que un nuevo revuelo se forma en el salón aledaño, ese chirrido que le zumba dolorosamente en los tímpanos y luego todo lo demás. ' ¿qué demonios? ' pregunta más para sí que para interlocutor ' ¿una banshee? ' . / @yongsaengz

' pero no eres una experta ¿verdad? ' comisuras se alzan con picardía y descaro a pesar de acercarse un par de pasos para poder evaluar los daños causados por, como ha descrito ella, su descuido y el de los demás dentro de aquella habitación ' ¿estás bien? ' pregunta es honesta y tono carece de cualquier deje cómico, esperando genuinamente no tener que molerse a golpes con autor del proyectil lanzado en dirección a ambos. no tiene ganas de ese tipo de caos aquella noche ' ¿no te parece siquiera entretenido todo esto? ' ✩ @satcmis

[teenagesweetsruins]

Dicas para sair do fundo do poço

(E não voltar mais

Olá magrinhas lindas, resolvi reunir as coisas que mais me ajudaram a sair de vez do fundo do poço e ver resultados cada vez mais permanentes. Espero ajudar vcs, lembrando que essas dicas serviram perfeitamente PARA MIM, mas cada uma funciona de uma forma diferente.

1- Não entre em desespero, da mesma forma que você chegou a esse estado você pode sair

As vezes demoramos a enxergar o quão ruim estamos e quando nos damos conta somos tomadas pelo desespero, e aí tomamos medidas drásticas que podem piorar o nosso estado. Não adianta entrar em pânico depois que o estrago já foi feito! Vc precisa de clareza para sair desse estado de forma eficiente, então não adianta sair fazendo dieta, omad, jejum de qualquer jeito sem se programar e se acostumar se não vc pode ter uma recaída e piorar mais.

2- Tenha clareza de onde você quer chegar e lembre se sempre disso

Você já sabe que quer emagrecer, mas seja precisa quanto ao seu objetivo. Programe a sua rotina alinhada a sua meta, deixe lembretes pelo seu quarto, crie uma pasta no seu pinterest com inspirações, acompanhe pessoas que estejam na mesma meta e não se perca.

3- Acredite que É POSSÍVEL

Eu sei exatamente como é estar sem esperanças e se sentindo a pior pessoa do mundo por estar desse jeito, mas vc tem que acreditar que consegue sair dessa (Pq vc consegue) "Ah mas eu já tentei de tudo" " tô a anos tentando". Não importa, vc só precisa encontrar a forma certa e se manter constante que vc vai sair.

4- Conheça oq da certo para VOCÊ

Todas nós temos o mesmo objetivo, mas não podemos esquecer que temos corpos, mentes, rotinas e vidas diferentes. Então oq deu certo para uma pode não dar para outra. Por isso teste diferentes métodos e veja oq da certo para VC. Até pq a meta é vc levar isso para a sua vida de forma mais leve possível e sem atrapalhar sua rotina. Então foque em métodos que sejam eficazes a longo prazo, se não vc vai abandonar e o resto já sabe...

5- Encontre a motivação certa

Para se manter constante motivada e disciplinada vc precisa se agarrar a um pensamento que te impulsione, não te desanime. Por exemplo eu não funciono com meanspo, quando eu me deparava que estava muito ruim eu acabava desanimando e acreditando que não seria possível mudar. Quando eu mudei minha motivação e comecei a me elogiar e ver resultados mesmo que pequenos, fiquei mais motivada a persistir e finalmente sai do meu maior peso. Então descubra oque de fato de da gás para melhorar.

6- Se necessário comece aos poucos

Se você não está habituada a seguir alimentações restritas, ou se está a muito tempo sem se regrar o ideal é ir aos poucos e permanecer no processo. O mais importante de tudo é a constância, ela que de fato lhe trará resultados. Não adianta NADA você seguir uma dieta perfeita em uma semana e passar 2 se descontrolando. Nossa mente leva tempo para se acostumar e é fundamental respeitar isso.

7- Não sabe por onde começar? Faça o básico.

O ideal é vc começar com calma, porém o mais rápido que conseguir. Alguns hábitos simples já te ajudam demais no processo. Podem parecer óbvios mas as vezes deixamos de fazer por conta do comodismo:

- Tomar 2L (ou mais) de água

- Observe a quantidade de calorias e o tipo de alimentos que vc está consumindo e vá fazendo ajustes

- Insira bastante alimentos "limpos" na sua alimentação, principalmente de calorias negativas ou baixas

- Priorize andar sempre que possível

- Troque todas as bebidas que vc consome por 0kcal.

- Se você é uma pessoa viciada em doces, procure opções com calorias baixas e se regre para comer. Uma dica que dou é nunca comprar grandes quantidades, compre sempre oq vc vai comer na hora, se possível vá andando comprar.

- Chicletes e bala halls serão seus melhores amigos.

- Tenha uma rotina alimentar organizada, se programe quanto a hora e as quantidades de comida que for ingerir.

8- Cuidado com atividades físicas!

Se você não está acostumada com exercícios físicos, comece aos poucos e priorize a alimentação pq ela que dê fato lhe dará resultados. Sem contar que o excesso de esforço físico pode lhe trazer compulsão e cansaço. Acreditem se quiser mas a minha fase mais magra (agora) eu não estou fazendo exercício nenhum, foco apenas na dieta. Claro que pretendo começar a praticar pois exercício é muito importante para o corpo e a mente, mas tomem cuidado.

9- Registre seu processo e comemore

Isso vai te motivar cada vez mais, tire fotos, comemore cada grama perdido e tenha calma. Mas NÃO RELAXE, não é pq perdeu um pouco de peso que já pode desleixar e flexibilizar suas ações. Lembre se que o importante é sempre a constância a longo prazo.

10- Busquem as qualidades de vcs ao invés de só pensar o pior da sua aparência

Eu sei que quando estamos no nosso maior peso nos sentimos horríveis e as vezes nem de casa saímos, mas isso só prejudica vcs. Tentem se achar bonitas e se cuidarem sempre, isso motiva demais a buscarmos o nosso melhor peso. Quanto mais vc aceitar que "já é feia" menos vontade vc vai ter de mudar, então se cuidem!

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Foi isso meninas, espero ter ajudado de alguma forma. Pretendo voltar a escrever mais como eu fazia na outra conta. Lembrem se que vcs não estão sozinhas nessa e seu corpo dos sonhos só depende de vc e da sua dedicação.💋

[earphonejackx]

AN: I’m back!! I decided to make more makima fics cuz I’m crazy for soft makima :p this is a part 2 to part 1

⊂⊃ Soft! Makima x f!reader

⊂⊃ WARNING- slight manipulation, possessiveness

⊂⊃ Makima is an absolute baby when it comes down to you treating her as her lover more often, she likes to be babied by you! but somewhat likes to keep control

⊂⊃ When Makima finally starts warming up to you more she tells you more about her past. This is a completely new vulnerability she has showed you and she would like it if you’d do the same

⊂⊃ Makima has picked up a new hobby for watching movies every Friday night with you. After work she’d be right at your door ready to spend the rest of her night with you. “[name] what movie shall we watch tonight? I have so many recommendations.”

⊂⊃ Makima loves going grocery shopping with you! She loves helping you pick foods for you and her to cook. She likes having organized foods in her kitchen so it’s very interesting to see her picks of food

⊂⊃ Makima hates TV dinners. I’ve fucking said it, she refuses to eat anything that even looks close to sloppy food. When she first saw you eating a TV dinner for lunch she was upset “[name] you have very interesting picks of food for lunch, not very pleasing.” She definitely stopped letting you eat those T.T

⊂⊃ NOW obviously I like to make my girl Makima have some flaws so here we go.

⊂⊃ Makima still at times tries to control you or the people around you, unfortunately this is something you’ll have to get used to. She is a control devil, her main purpose is to control so she doesn’t really care if you like it or not that’s just how she’ll always be. You’ve learned to accept it overtime but obviously you occasionally need to have talks with her about it

⊂⊃ Makima doesn’t get social ques sometimes so she’ll be a little off put to some people or even you at times but that’s just how she is

⊂⊃ Makima has a very hard time expressing her feelings outloud so at times it feels like she doesn’t even love you

⊂⊃ This lady has definitely tried treating you like a dog once☠️ but she sometimes does it to fuck around with you or toy with you. It does calm down overtime tho

⊂⊃ Please expect Makima to go days without texting you sometimes, sometimes she’ll forget she even has a phone and leaves you worried sick!

(You) Maki are you okay I wanted to check up on you? | Today 6:40

(Maki) yes. | Today 12:00

Next day—

(You) good morning makima! Hru?? | Today 8:30

(You) Maki you wanna go to the store with me today?? | Today 4:00

(You) Maki wanna do movie night?? I have your favorite movie~~ :3 | Today 7:01

3 days later —-

(Maki) ah sorry [name] I just forgot I had a phone. I’m sorry I didn’t text you back. | Today 5:00

(You) seen…

(Maki) [Name?] | Today 5:07

(You) BLOCKED

⊂⊃ After you blocked Makima she tried to make it up with you with a movie night. She tried apologizing (which she’s very bad at.) and she said sorry once. maybe you could forgive her?

⊂⊃ Makima definitely starts to get possessive with you overtime. She wants you. She needs you. So please let her have you. You definitely have to stop her sometimes but it’s fun seeing her get greedy for something that’s hers “What? What do you mean possessive? Me what? No.” She still denies it.

⊂⊃ There are times where Makima wants to prove that she isn’t just some control freak. She wants you to trust her and love her. She wants you

⊂⊃ Makima definitely likes to keep you away from her work life. But if you work with her I’d be no secret if she immediately switched your division or lowered you down to safer missions with easy pay

[koyagifs]

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓘𝓷 𝓐 𝓑𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 「 II 」

⤷ pairing: wooyoung x reader ⤷ au: non idol! | strangers to lovers | slow burn ⤷ genre: fluff | crack | angst ⤷word count: 955 words ⤷ summary: Being gifted what was supposed to be a gag joke, turns out to be the real deal. An actual genie in a bottle, ready to serve her new master.

Everyone stood still, the woman now stretching her limbs, a yawn escaping her as she took her in scenery. 8 gorgeous looking men, but one catching her eye. Mischief sparkled in her eyes as she did a bow, a dramatic one at that.

“ now, who had the pleasure of rubbing my bottle?” The young woman spoke, looking at each blushing male.

Hongjoong let out a cough, catching the woman attention. “ That would be Wooyoung. There’s no way you’re actually a genie..”

The young woman eyes sparkled with delight as she nodded her head eagerly. “ of course i am! What, did you think i threw a smoke bomb in here and just POOF crawled out the floor?”

Snickers came from Yunho and Mingi, trying their best to ignore the harsh stare from Hongjoong. “ well, no but-“

“ ah, i didn’t even introduce myself. My name is yn ln. Who exactly is Wooyoung?” yn asked, looking around curiously.

Everyone pointed to Wooyoung, who gulped nervously as yn eagerly walked over to him and shook his hand. "I am now your genie, master Wooyoung!"

"Genie... master?" he stammered, still trying to wrap his head around the entire situation.

Yn nodded, “ Correct! Now there are rules before you begin your wishes.”

Wooyoung blinked, still in shock as Yn flashed him a dazzling smile, almost like she’d been waiting ages for this moment. The others leaned in, intrigued.

“Rules?” Wooyoung managed to ask, his mind racing with possibilities. He glanced nervously at Hongjoong, who was still eyeing the scene with disbelief.

Wooyoung nodded his head, his friends in awe that he hasn’t muttered a word. Yn smiled at him sweetly, enjoying the moment. Snapping her fingers, a piece of paper appeared beside her, as well as a pair of moon crescent shape glasses on her face.

“ you can’t wish to bring back the dead. I can’t make someone fall in love with you. I cannot and will not bring ill harm to someone or something. You can’t wish for immortality. Last but not least, you cannot wish for my freedom. Any question Master?”

Hongjoong was the first to speak out of the other boys, " so not the cliche, " you get 3 wishes " genie?"

Yn nodded her head, " I am a different kind of genie. I serve one master per their lifetime, although it feels like forever since my last master."

“ why can’t Wooyoung wish for your freedom?” San asked, curiously.

The mood shifted as yn didn’t face him, “ i’m sorry but that’s something only my master may ask.”

Yeosang pinched San, as if scolding him for asking such question. A whine escaping his lips as Wooyoung finally got his senses together.

“ oh Minyoung is going to have a field trip with your genie,” Seonghwa chuckled.

Wooyoung faced dropped as he realized his girlfriend is going to be coming home here shortly. As if on que, the door began to jiggle causing yn to panic as Wooyoung was quick to hold the bottle up.

" quick you gotta hide please. She'll freak the fuck out if she knew another girl was here."

With a snap of her fingers and a poof of smoke, the genie was gone.

As the smoke cleared, Wooyoung’s was quick to place the bottle back down to the coffee table. The boys trying their best to act natural as they know how crazy Wooyoung girlfriend can be.

“Hey! What’s going on in here?” she asked, her brow furrowing as she took in the scene—the remnants of the green smoke and the boys odd behavior.

“Nothing!” Wooyoung said quickly, his eyes lighting up as he tried to brush off the moment.

She hummed before she noticed the now rusted bottle. She made a disgusted face as she pulled her sleeve down. Grabbing it she looked at Wooyoung. " ew, Woo what did i say about bringing such disgusting things into the apartment."

Jongho tsk, mumbling under his breath as she continued to complain to Wooyoung. Wooyoung demenour changed rather quickly, a fake smile now placed on his face.

" love it's a gift from -"

" ugh please don't tell me it's from your parents? They suck if they actually did."

Wooyoung’s smile faltered as his girlfriend’s expression soured. He knew how much she disliked his parents’ gifts, especially when they were odd or tacky. “No, it’s not from my parents!” he quickly corrected, his tone defensive. “It’s a joke gift from Yunho and Mingi.”

Her brow furrowed deeper as she examined the bottle more closely, the rust now glinting in the light. “A joke gift? Seriously? This thing looks like it belongs in a junkyard! You’ve got to be kidding me.” She held it out like it was a piece of trash, her nose wrinkled in disgust.

" actually i thought it was pretty cool," Wooyoung mumbled.

She rolled her eyes, placing the bottle down before she turned to him. " sorry im late though. Work held me a little bit longer then expected."

Wooyoung’s expression softened at her apology. “It’s okay! I was just hanging out with the guys ,” he gestured vaguely at his friends, hoping to diffuse the tension.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I just don’t want you bringing home weird stuff. I mean, you already have enough strange things in this place.” Her eyes darted around the apartment, taking in the scattered memorabilia and odd knickknacks Wooyoung had collected over time.

“Hey, those are vintage! They’re not weird; they’re character!” Wooyoung defended, a playful smirk creeping onto his face. “Besides, it’s what makes this place feel like home.”

“Right,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

[groupieaesthetic]

"Tão delicada, tão bela.. te foderia aqui mesmo"

Sinopse: Quando uma academia resolve disponibilizar uma parte do local para um studio de ballet, Símon começa a se interessar por algo além de ser exercícios.

Warnings: +18, sexo desprotegido, oral, palavrões e palavras de baixo calão.

Era uma sexta-feira a noite. A academia não estava tão cheia, mas os bares perto dela...

Enquanto Símon terminava seu treino de peitoral viu algumas garotas passando pela porta de vidro da academia e subirem as escadas.

Ao menos umas sete garotas devem ter passado mas uma delas chamou a atenção dele. A última, mesmo usando uma camiseta toda preta larga e um shorts minúsculo (que foi o bastante para fazê-lo imaginar algumas coisas), estava com o cabelo impecável. Preso em cima com um lacinho na parte de trás do cabelo.

Cerca de 15 minutos depois que ele as viu foi possível ouvir a música que elas dançavam. Era uma batida calma, leve e extremamente relaxante. Símon ficou apenas imaginando como seria aquela bailarina dançado aquela música. Como seria seu corpo se movimentando lentamente acompanhando aquela batida.

Quase duas horas depois as mesma meninas foram vistas por ele descendo a escada.

Ele que tinha saído do banho, e apenas conversava com seu personal trainer ficou triste ao imaginar que tinha perdido a hora que aquela bailarina saiu.

Porém, aquela tristeza não durou muito já que em pouco tempo ele viu ela se despedindo das amigas e entrando na academia timidamente.

"Oi" Disse para o rapaz que ficava no balcão

"Oi (seu apelido), tá bem?" O jovem respondeu tirando os olhos do computador e olhando para ela com um sorriso amigável.

"Tudo sim, então, a gente tá com um problema" Ela usava as mãos para ajudar a explicar, o que Símon achou adorável, acompanhando suas maozinhas se movimentarem enquanto falava "...aí eu preciso que alguém me ajude com aquelas caixas, ce pode Luiz?"

Antes que o rapaz pudesse responder Símon levantou a mão e se ofereceu.

"Pode deixar que eu ajudo" Com um sorriso ele se despediu do personal e chegou perto dela "Sou o Símon" Estendeu a mão

"(seu nome)" Apertou a mão dele e sorriu

Os dois seguiram para o studio de dança que ficava na parte de cima da academia.

Assim que Hempe chegou notou a diferença dos lugares. Enquanto na academia era tudo tão iluminado, tudo alto e extremo, aquele studio era delicado, a luz simples e a decoração delicada. Combinava com você, sua saia rosa bebê e seu top de mesma cor...

"Símon?" Chamou ele tentando tirar ele daquele pequeno transe

"Oi? Desculpa, é só que aqui é muito bonito"

"Ah obrigada. Eu e as meninas que decoramos" Disse indo perto das caixas que eram o problema "Só falta tirar essas caixas que são o problema"

Quando você se agachou para pegar um pano jogado no chão foi quando Símon começou a perder a consciência. Por ser algo que estava atrás das caixas acabou jogando o corpo para frente, e praticamente ficando de quatro.

O pequeno gemido que você soltou depois de se esticar para pegar o pano foi outra coisa que tirou o rapaz de si.

"Ce pode me ajudar a tirar as caixas e levar la pra baixo?"

"Posso nena, claro"

Enquanto você tirava algumas coisas das caixas Símon as levava para o depósito na parte de baixo da academia. Devem ter sido umas 6 ou 8.

Assim que o trabalho foi terminado Hempe se sentou no chão do studio e suspirou forte.

"Obrigada viu, de verdade" Trouxe uma garrafa d'água gelada e entregou para ele.

E novamente, o rapaz estava de olho em você. Não havia percebido, mas o top tinha um pequeno decote, e sua meia calça nem estava mais sendo usada, apenas sua saia.

Sentou-se ao lado dele e esticou bem as perninhas.

"Então, treina aqui todo dia?" Ele perguntou no intuito de iniciar um papo

"Quase todo dia, menos sábado, domingo e algumas segundas-feira, mas se tem apresentação aí é todo dia" Sorrindo você o respondeu.

Ah Símon se soubesse o quanto aquela bailarina já havia olhado os seus datalhes. A camisa do River que você usa não escondiam os músculos dos seus braços, e nem o shorts escondia as coxas grossas. E os gemidos que soltava pegado as caixas...

"E você, treina sempre Símon?"

Riu de lado e passou a mão no cabelo. A cada segundo que passava Símon sentia o pau dele ficar mais duro, e a vontade de te beijar crescia mais ainda.

"Sempre que posso, trabalho as vezes é meio corrido"

"Ah sim, eu sei bem como é. Você é ator não é?"

"Sou sim"

Continuaram a conversa. Sem perceber iam cada vez chegando mais perto um do outro.

Quando estavam perto o bastante Símon botou a mão na coxa dela, e apertou levemente.

"Sabe, eu ia amar ver você dançar. Só ballet que você faz nena?"

A respiração prendeu no pulmão da garota. Os olhos de Símon era tão penetrantes, tão bonitos, e aquela correntinha no pescoço dele... imaginava como seria ela batendo em sua cara.

"Ballet, as vezes jazz ou pole dance"

"Ahh pole dance, interessante interessante" Já estavam a quase duas horas naquele joguinho, Hempe não aguentava mais, ou te fodia naquele chão ou nunca mais teria paz dentro dele "Sabe, você é tão bonitinha, essas roupinha combina com você e esse seu jeitinho"

Ela sorriu sem graça e começou a mexer os dedinhos desviando o olhar dele.

"Obrigada Símon"

"De nada princesa" O rosto dos dois estava tão próximo que era capaz um senti a respiração do outro, até ouvir.

"Você também é muito bonito sabe"

"A é?"

Foi a última coisa que ele disse antes de beijar ela. Um beijo tao calmo e delicado, era como se ele temesse quebrar ela se fosse rápido. Lentamente e com toda a delicadeza do muito a colocou no seu colo e começou a beijar o pescoço.

"Olha como você me deixou" Pegou a cintura dela e firmou em seu colo "Tao duro nena, tô louco pra meter em você"

Apenas sentindo o pau dele e ouvindo aquelas palavras, a bailarina gemia. Para Hempe, era o gemido mais lindo que ja havia escutado. Doce, suave e tão gostoso.

As mãos da garota apertavam as costas dele. Tudo que queria sentir era o rapaz a apertando mais e mais.

Os dois voltaram a se beijar, e enquanto isso acontecia Simon desamarrava a corda do top dela e tirou ele com pressa. A garota como resposta tirou a camiseta dele e começou a querer levantar do colo do mesmo, para poder tirar a calça e a cueca.

"Tão bela, tão delicidade, eu te foderia aqui mesmo nesse chão... melhor! eu vou te foder! Ok?"

Ela apenas fez que sim com a cabeça.

Logo Símon estava nu, e (seu nome) usava apenas a bela saia rosa dela.

Ele pegou sua camiseta e o top dela, embolando os dois fazendo uma espécie de travesseiro. Por sorte os dois estavam em uma parte onde tinha alguns tatames, deixando o local um pouco mais confortável.

Assim que ela se deitou Simon abriu lentamente as pernas dela. Sua bucetinha estava tão molhada, apenas pelos apertos e beijinhos de Símon, e é claro, a sensação do pau dele quando estava no colo do mesmo.

Ele começou a dar beijos em suas coxas. Apertava, lambia e repetia tudo.

"Por favor..." Ouviu a bailarina pedir tão baixo, que até se perguntou se ela havia mesmo dito algo.

Como a vontade existia nele também finalmente começou a chupa-la. Era como se Símon tivesse virado uma besta enjaulada. A chupava com tanta necessidade que a garota viu ser preciso segurar ele pelo cabelo para controlar os movimentos.

Segurava a cintura dela deixando marcas, e cada vez que ela gemia, sentia mais necessidade ainda em chupar ela.

"Goza pra mim vai nena, deixa eu sentir você gozar na minha boca" Disse dando um tapa leve na buceta dela e logo enfiando dois dedos.

A garota arranhava a própria barriga e mordia o lábio tentando prender os gemidos. Jamais havia sentido aquele prazer, estava tão perto de gozar...

Símon mantia um bom ritmo. A lingua se mexia certinho pelo clitóris dela, as vezes o chupava levemente e ao mesmo tempo mexia os dedos dentro dela, atingindo bem aquele ponto.

Quando ela finalmente gozou foi como se ELE tivesse chegando ao céu. Apertou os pulsos dele com as duas mãos, deu um gemido alto gritando o nome dele e apertando as coxas prendendo-o naquele posição (o que ele não reclamou me um pouco). Logo o soltou e sorriu olhando para o ele que parecia ter acabado de ganhar na loteria, por conta do sorriso que tinha.

"Eu tô sem camisinha..."

"Ta tudo bem... se você quiser pode terminar na minha boca" A voz dela era tão doce que aquilo não parecia ser uma das coisas mais sujas que Símon ja havia escutado, mas não iria contra ao que ela disse.

Passou a mão pela buceta dela molhando um pouco os próprios dedos, e passou pelo pau dele se masturbando. Quando sentiu que já estava bom se abaixou e beijo os lábios dela novamente. Terminou com uma mordida leve e penetrou ela de uma vez só.

A garota teve um gemido agudo saindo de sua garganta, firmou as unhas nas costas dele e prendeu a cintura dele a dela, colocando a perna esquerda sobre ele.

Hempe começou a movimentação com estocadas fortes e rápidas. Precisava daquilo, sentia a buceta dela o apertando, gozar naquela mulher, fosse dentro dela ou em sua boca.

"Isso, que bucetinha gostosa nena" Disse segurando o rosto dela a fazendo encará-lo "Gostosa pra caralho" Deu um tapa na coxa da mesma e aumentou a força das estocadas.

Enquanto ela gemia pedindo por mais, dizendo que queria sentir ele gozar nela, Símon apenas gemia perdido no prazer. Olhou para o lado e percebeu que estava a fodendo de frente para o espelho. Aquilo, por algum motivo, aumento o tesão do homem. Conseguia ver seus corpos unidos, a cara da bailarina enquanto gemia de prazer e mordia o próprio lábio.

"Eu vou...vou gozar" Ele disse voltando a olhar para ela.

Mesmo que não quisesse Símon parou de meter na garota e tirou seu pau da buceta dela. Rapidamente, com um puxão deixou ela de joelhos e ficou de pé. Ela abriu a boca e sentiu o pau dele dentro de sua boca.

Hempe agora fodia a boca dela, como estava fodendo a buceta da mesma. Os barulhos dela esgasgando, do pau dele chegando no fundo da garganta dela, e os olhinhos lacrimejando foram o bastante para fazer ele gozar.

Gemeu e apertou forte os cabelos dela.

Quando terminou tudo a viu engolir sua porra e limpar as lágrimas que desciam por suas bochechas agora vermelhinhas.

"Machuquei você?" Perguntou se ajoalhando a frente dela e ajudando a secar as lágrimas.

"Não, ta tudo bem"

Os dois sorriram quando se olharam. (Seu nome) deu um doce beijo na bochecha de Simon e sorriu.

"Você vai treinar amanhã?" Ele questinou olhando docemente para ela

"Não, por que?"

"Vamo sair, a gente vai pra algum lugar e depois vamo la pra casa. Que tal?"

"Por mim perfeito"

Os dois se beijaram mais uma vez e logo foram colocar suas roupas. A garota passou no banheiro rapidinho para escovar os dentes e então os dois desceram juntos as escadas do studio. Passaram seus números um para o outro e se despediram.

"Até mais Símon Hempe" Ela disse dando um último selinho nele

"Até nena"

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Figaro-modes, no. 37, janvier 1906, Paris. L'Art de la coiffure. Vitrine de Mm. Gilbert Frères, Coiffeurs. 8, Boulevard des Moulins, Monte-Carlo — 10, Rue de Casino, Aix-les-Bains. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

L'art de la coiffure consiste à faire d'une jolie femme une beauté, d'une femme aux traits ordinaires une jolie femme, et d'une femme laide une presque jolie!

Il y a un tour de main spécial dans l'ondulation, une bouclette à faire bouffer selon les règles de cet art, toute une combinaison de ce génie que Gilbert a décidément atteint: aussi ses salons de Monte-Carlo l'hiver et d'Aix-les-Bains l'été sont-ils bondés de toutes les grandes élégantes qui attendent patiemment leur heure de coiffure.

Il a aussi ses fameuses teintures blondes, brunes et rousses trompant par leur réalité l'œil le plus expert!

Il a aussi… que sais-je encore? des secrets de parfums grisant comme son dernier "Monte-Carlo Caprice" et son adorable parfum des "Blondes"; il a aussi des brillantines spéciales, des crêmes pour le teint!

Ah! ces crèmes, quel délice sur la peau qu'elles adoucissent, rafraîchissent et embaument! Toutes en veulent! Toutes en ont!!!

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The art of hairdressing consists in making a pretty woman a beauty, a woman with ordinary features a pretty woman, and an ugly woman an almost pretty one!

There is a special trick in waving, a curl to be fluffed according to the rules of this art, a whole combination of this genius that Gilbert has definitely achieved: so his salons in Monte-Carlo in winter and Aix-les-Bains in summer are crowded with all the great elegant ladies who patiently await their hairdressing hour.

He also has his famous blond, brown and red dyes deceiving the most expert eye by their reality!

He also has… what else do I know? secrets of intoxicating perfumes like his latest "Monte-Carlo Caprice" and his adorable perfume of "Blondes"; he also has special brilliantines, creams for the complexion!

Ah! These creams, what a delight on the skin that they soften, refresh and perfume! Everyone wants some! Everyone has some!!!

Le Gérant: Quintard. Imprimerie Lahure, 9 Rue de Fleurs, Paris. Clichés Ruckert.