#tips mujer

[entrenosotras]

HOLI , Bienvenidas a Tiempo para Brillar

Seguro que estos consejos te serán útiles.🌸💖

✨ Hidrátate bien (toma agua y usa crema humectante). ✨ Un peinado bonito y unas cejas arregladas hacen la diferencia. ✨ Un perfume con una fragancia sutil pero duradera es clave. ✨Labios hidratados siempre (usa bálsamo o brillo).

[mafer1606]

Hay hombres cuando van a entender lo bonito que es para una mujer que la presuman

[curlymangue]

Escribir para ti me hace feliz.

[versosecreto]

👗 Ropa básica mujer: Estilo y funcionalidad el día a día

🖤 Ropa básica con estilo: menos es más

Tener estilo no significa tener mil prendas. A veces, solo necesitas algunas piezas clave bien combinadas para lucir increíble cada día.

Aquí te dejo mis esenciales:

��� Camiseta blanca: Combina con TODO. 🖤 Jeans rectos: Cómodos, versátiles, siempre bien. 🧥 Blazer negro: Para cuando quieres verte más pro. 👗 Vestido liso: Saca tu lado más femenino sin esfuerzo.

Y si los complementas con un buen cinturón, una bufanda colorida o unos pendientes llamativos, ya lo tienes todo.

🛒 ¿Dónde encontrar básicos bonitos y a buen precio?

Yo descubrí Verso Secreto hace poco y me salvó el armario. Tienen prendas básicas con ese toque europeo elegante que no pasa de moda.

💡 Perfecto si quieres ropa cómoda, estilosa y sin gastar mucho.

💫 Menos ropa, más estilo

Armar tu estilo no es cuestión de cantidad. Es saber qué te queda bien y cómo combinarlo. Los básicos son la base perfecta si quieres un estilo claro, limpio y coherente.

📸 ¿Tú ya tienes tus básicos favoritos?

Comparte tu look conmigo y cuéntame: ¿qué prenda no puede faltar en tu armario?

[meowingtrends]

Adriana Gallardo: La mujer que transforma los “no” en “sí”

En un mundo donde muchas personas se autodenominan empoderadoras, hay quienes realmente lo son. Adriana Gallardo es una de ellas. Empresaria, escritora, conferencista y coach, ha construido su vida rompiendo barreras y abriendo caminos, no solo para ella, sino para muchas otras mujeres que la escuchan, la leen y la siguen.

Adriana no solo dirige su propia compañía de seguros en Estados Unidos —Adriana’s Insurance—, también lidera programas de desarrollo personal y empresarial. Pero más allá de los títulos, es una mujer que se reconoce desde su autenticidad: “Antes que nada, soy hija de Dios. Madre, esposa, empresaria y una mujer feliz de estar en esta tierra, con la oportunidad de empoderar a otras”.

Adriana tiene una palabra muy suya para describir a las mujeres empoderadas: chingonas. “Sé que suena fuerte —dice entre risas—, pero para mí, una mujer chingona es fuerte, sabe su valor, no compite con nadie más que con ella misma. Tiene control de sus emociones, sus finanzas y sus decisiones. Es congruente y tiene la habilidad para resolver problemas”.

Ese empoderamiento, afirma, no se busca en el exterior. “No se trata del auto, el dinero o el título. Todo eso llega cuando crees en ti, cuando encuentras tu luz interna. Nuestro poder radica en la autenticidad, en ser nosotras mismas y tener el valor de decir que no cuando así lo sentimos”.

La historia de Adriana es tan inspiradora como real. Nacida en México y migrante en Estados Unidos, comenzó trabajando como vendedora de hamburguesas y limpiando mesas. Su primer acercamiento con el mundo empresarial fue en los seguros, donde pronto se convirtió en la mejor vendedora. A partir de ahí, con el apoyo incondicional de su madre, fundó su primer negocio.

“Empecé enfocándome en la comunidad latina. Repartía volantes en la calle con jeans, tenis y cachucha. La gente me los tiraba, me insultaban, me decían mojada. Yo los recogía, los limpiaba y los reutilizaba porque no tenía dinero para imprimir más. Fueron momentos difíciles, pero ahí encontré mi fuerza”, recuerda.

Uno de los mensajes más potentes que Adriana transmite es que la seguridad personal no nace de la perfección, sino de la confianza en la capacidad de resolver. “La vida siempre trae problemas. No puedes evitarlos. Pero sí puedes tener el control sobre cómo reaccionas, cómo decides. Yo confío mucho en mi habilidad para resolver problemas. Y eso me da paz”.

A quienes se sienten estancadas o con miedo, les dice: “Si estás pensando que no puedes, que no eres suficiente, ahí te vas a quedar. Pero si decides que, aunque tengas pocas cartas, vas a hacer la mejor jugada posible, entonces ya estás avanzando”.

Adriana ha creado programas como Desde cero a 100, pensados para apoyar a emprendedores en distintos niveles de desarrollo. “Hay que aprender de ventas, comunicación, negociación. No basta con tener la idea; hay que saber llevarla a la acción”.

Y lo que viene es aún más ambicioso: “Estoy creando El código millonario, un programa para enseñar a los emprendedores a ganar su primer millón. Me emociona muchísimo. Todavía lo estoy escribiendo, pero lo tengo clarísimo”.

Siempre hay un sí

Para cerrar, Adriana comparte una frase que resume su filosofía:

“Si te están dando un no, es porque estás hablando con la persona incorrecta. Salir a traer un no, lo hace cualquiera. Lo que se necesita es salir a buscar el sí”.

La verdad disfruté mucho la charla con Adriana y por ello, en este mi blog, pongo la foto que me tomé con ella.

[dizzyfour]

Transforma tu Armario con Estas 7 Prendas Básicas

El armario perfecto no se trata de tener una cantidad infinita de ropa, sino de contar con las prendas adecuadas que te permitan crear múltiples looks. Hoy te traemos una guía con siete prendas básicas que transformarán tu armario, permitiéndote armar outfits increíbles para cualquier ocasión. ¡Empezamos!

1. El Clásico Blazer

El blazer es una prenda versátil que puede elevar cualquier atuendo. Desde una reunión importante hasta una salida casual, el blazer te permite lucir sofisticada sin esfuerzo.

Cómo llevarlo: Combínalo con jeans y una camiseta básica para un look casual pero chic. Si buscas algo más formal, úsalo sobre un vestido o con pantalones de vestir.

2. Jeans de Corte Perfecto

Un buen par de jeans es esencial en cualquier armario. Encuentra unos que se ajusten bien a tu figura y te hagan sentir cómoda y segura.

Cómo llevarlos: Los jeans son increíblemente versátiles. Úsalos con una blusa elegante para una cita o con una sudadera para un look relajado. Un buen consejo es tener al menos un par en un tono oscuro y otro en un tono más claro.

3. Camisa Blanca Clásica

La camisa blanca es una pieza fundamental que nunca pasa de moda. Es la base perfecta para cualquier look, ya sea formal o casual.

Cómo llevarla: Para un estilo casual, anúdala a la cintura con unos jeans de tiro alto. Para algo más elegante, métela dentro de una falda lápiz y añade unos tacones.

4. Vestido Negro (Little Black Dress)

El vestido negro es el salvavidas de cualquier armario. Es ideal para cualquier ocasión, desde una fiesta hasta una cena formal.

Cómo llevarlo: Puedes transformarlo completamente con los accesorios adecuados. Para un evento nocturno, añade unos tacones y joyas llamativas. Para un look de día, combínalo con zapatillas y una chaqueta de mezclilla.

5. Falda Midi

La falda midi es una prenda que puede ser tanto casual como elegante, dependiendo de cómo la combines. Es cómoda y añade un toque de feminidad a tu look.

Cómo llevarla: Con un crop top y sandalias para un look veraniego, o con un suéter de punto y botas para los días más frescos.

6. Camisetas Básicas

Las camisetas básicas son un must en cualquier armario. Son perfectas para capas y se pueden combinar con prácticamente cualquier cosa.

Cómo llevarlas: Úsalas bajo un blazer para un look elegante pero casual, o con jeans y zapatillas para algo más relajado. Las camisetas en colores neutros como blanco, negro y gris son esenciales.

7. Chaqueta de Mezclilla

La chaqueta de mezclilla es una prenda atemporal que añade un toque desenfadado a cualquier atuendo. Es perfecta para la transición entre estaciones.

Cómo llevarla: Combínala con un vestido para un look femenino y casual, o con pantalones y una camiseta para algo más urbano.

Consejos para Maximizar tu Armario

Accesorios Inteligentes: Los accesorios pueden transformar completamente un look. Unos buenos zapatos, un bolso elegante o unas joyas pueden hacer que una prenda básica luzca diferente cada vez.

Capas y Más Capas: Juega con las capas para crear diferentes estilos. Un vestido puede verse completamente distinto si le añades una chaqueta de cuero o un suéter.

Cuida tus Prendas: Mantén tus básicos en buen estado lavándolos y guardándolos adecuadamente. Prendas bien cuidadas duran más y se ven mejor.

Conclusión

Transformar tu armario no significa gastar una fortuna, sino invertir en prendas básicas y versátiles que te permitan crear múltiples looks. Al tener estas siete piezas clave, estarás preparada para cualquier ocasión, sin importar lo que te depare el día. 

Visita nuestra tienda y busca estas prendas basicas ademas de un amplia seleccion de moda trending femenina: DizzyFour

[nathyuwu01]

Muchas veces en mi período me duelen los pechos o los ando super sensibles.

Tal parece que es por la producción de hormonas en el cuerpo, progesterona y estrógeno, lo que causa esa hinchazón en los pechos y por ende el dolor que este causa normalmente pasa unos días antes de la regla o cuando esta recién comienza.

Algunos tips para ayudar a reducir el dolor de los pechos durante el período serían:

Usar un sostén de soporte que se ajuste a tus medidas.

Duerme con un sostén suave si el dolor influye o altera tu calidad de sueño y descanso. 

Compresas frías en la zona.

Masajes en los senos para reducir la sensación de hipersensibilidad.

Dieta baja en grasas y en cafeína. (De acuerdo con un estudio realizado por la Duke University Medical Center, encontró una relación entre la ALTA ingesta de cafeína y grasas, y el dolor de senos cíclico.)

Menos estrés, incluyendo meditación y actividades que fomenten relajación. 

《KN.VH♡》

[mxtantrights]

estoy rendido del amor de una mujer

a/n: he got me y'all don't look, I'm down bad. so basically this is just a one-parter. I don't know. If you ask for a part two or if I see y'all like it maybe I can whip something up. lets just see how it goes.

and for the sake of this story: Armando didn't kill the captain, and he's out on some 'good behavior' deal and helping Mike and Marcus with cases linked to the cartel.

Armando Aretas x fem!reader

SUMMER 2023, MIAMI FLORIDA

You almost got burned tonight. A rookie cop saw you, and the heat you were packing and tried to arrest you. After hastily explaining to him that you weren't packing for no reason, he let you go. But you had missed an important meeting.

It had taken you two years to get into German's inner circle. German is a big player in the Miami scene. He's not known for being a trusting person. But he does have a thing for high ranking positions of power and women. Deadly combination, which was what you used.

Although he's putting you on the back burner after tonight.

You sigh and slot your key into the lock. The lock doesn't turn. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You take out your knife, not wanting to make too much noise for your neighbors.

Slowly you ease into your apartment. You look around quickly. The four corners of the living room are clear. Then again they would be, anyone who was lurking inside could be seen from the window.

You had your knife up as you tip toe into the kitchen. And there you find them.

Mike and Marcus. And they brought company. Three other people you don't know in your house. Your undercover house. They are all looking above something on the table, too occupied with it to notice your arrival.

"Oh what fresh hell is this." you say.

They all turn around.

Mike smiles, "I was just telling the crew about you."

You hold up you hand, "Whatever the hell this is, is gonna fuck with my shit so you need to go. Now."

"Langauge! I thought I told you that last time." Marcus shouts.

You put down your knife with a sigh.

"I've been working this guy for two years, and if he sees two cops coming out of my apartment I'm done. I'll curse if I want to curse." you explain.

The tall blonde man raises his hand, like he's in school. Your eyebrows raise in surprise as you look at Mike and Marcus.

"Dorn, you don't have to-just say what you want say man." Mike says.

The man, Dorn, nods his head and then looks at you.

"We know you're after German. And we're not here to cause any trouble but we just needed to ask for any information you have on his right hand man." Dorn says.

He picks up a tablet and shows you a picture. You look at the screen and then back at Dorn.

"Do you know him?" the woman asks you.

"That's Nico, they call him Nissan. Well, called. German found out he was skimming some off the top and lets just say he's not on vacation right now." You answer.

Mike groans, "He was our only way in."

"Into what? What have the two of you old-timers got yourself into this time?" you ask.

Mike and Marcus start arguing loudly when you call them old. You snicker as you reach into your fridge and look for the last Corona you had. When you find the bottle is not inside, you close the fridge door.

Your eyes scan the counter top, to see if you maybe left it out. But you don't find it. So you look over at the table. You find it there, opened and empty. Next to the unknown male in your kitchen.

You meet his eyes.

"You drank my beer?" you ask, though it's not a question.

He smirks and tilts his head at you. "Problem?"

You roll your eyes. Then you walk over to Marcus and Mike.

"I've told you that he's dead, so he can't help you. Neither can I. Yo've gotta go now." you say.

"No no no, hold on. If Nico is burned then the only one who can help us is you. We just need some files-" he speaks but you cut him off.

Burned. Nico is burned. He was an informant? German definitely didn't know that. Or if he did, he is keeping it close to his chest. Christ.

"Do you want me dead?! German either killed Nico knowing or not knowing that he was an informant, but either way he's dead. If I go snooping around I can just drive myself over to the morgue." you argue.

"She's got a point." Dorn says.

You turn to him, "Thank you, tall International man."

"Dorn is not international, but that's not the point. The point is, you have an in. And we need you." Marcus says.

You sigh. They need an in when you're not exactly in German's good graces. Great. Not only would you have to work your way back but you'd have to work under pressure.

"He'll smell her from a mile away." the unknown man says.

Mike looks over at him, "She's very good at what she does."

"Cops tend to have a tell." The man shrugs.

"She's not a cop. She's a freelancer." Marcus answers.

"And the best one I know." Mike tags on.

No doubt buttering you up. You groan. Yes, you liked being called the best at what you do. And it wouldn't take much to get info. You have the access. You'll be under a close eye but you can pull it off.

"Tell me what you need and when you need it by." you say.

-

2 DAYS LATER, MIAMI

You pulled the straps of your dress tighter. No wonder needed them to be 'loose' for an accidental cleavage slip.

The compute chimed and altered you that the information was done copying. You ejected the thumb drive and stuffed it into the fake juul packaging. You closed all the windows on the computer and pressed restart.

Now came the hard part. You smoothed out your dress and walked over to the door. You checked between the blinds and made sure no one was coming this way.

It's not like you couldn't be in the office. If someone a bit lower than you saw you coming out you wouldn't be questioned. But if someone higher than you in ranking saw, they might be curious.

You exit the office and turn down the hallway. Taking the way with the most witnesses as possible, more people to account for you later on.

Into the blue room, where you pass the exotic dancers. Then though the 'greenery' room, where some workers are watering the plants. Finally through the purple room where the weapons are stored.

You make it all the way outside with no one stopping you.

With a sigh of relief you quick walk to your motorbike. You take out your helmet and put your bag into the storage underneath the seat. Without another thought you get on your bike and ride out of the compound.

You ride from South Miami to your apartment near Hollywood.

When you get there, you go around the back. Better to let everyone think you weren't here than you were. Who knows who could be watching you.

You come in from the window in your bedroom. And somehow it feels like you're intruding because here he is. In your room.

Mike told you about him, a little. Armando is his son. His son with the cartel woman he was seeing way back when that he didn't know he had. He's done things, bad things. But he's making up for it.

Making up for it by sitting at your computer in your room.

"Oje, get the hell out of here!" you shout.

He turns to you slowly. You hate his cocky attitude. You hate his smirk and how he keeps eye contact with you. You step fully into your room and slide the window closed behind you.

Armando gets up from the seat with his hands up, "Lo siento,"

"You're not sorry, otherwise you wouldn't have found your way in here in the first place." you speak.

He looks you up and down. Yeah it was probably the dress. It's summer time in Miami and you weren't about to put on a sweater. You'd have to blend in and a sundress was about as normal as ablue sky here.

"You know spanish?" he asks.

You start walking away from him, "This is Miami."

You take out the thumb drive and open the door to your room. When you stop walking, you hear him laugh to himself. You watch him walk through it first and then you after him.

"Mike, I got it." you say as you walk into the living room.

The shades have been drawn and the black out curtains too.

"I ever tell you you're the best?" he jokes.

"Yeah every time you need something." you reply.

You hand the drive to Dorn. He takes it and plus it into his computer. You watch as the flies pop up on his screen. He seems to be reading them a mile per minute.

"What'd you want with all that anyways?" you ask.

You watch as Marcus and Mike share a look between themselves. It unnerves you. You know they have a way of talking without sharing words. It's what happens when you work with someone for so long.

Marcus smiles and claps his hands together, "Mike thinks I should be the one to tell you. Because he has a more salp-able face."

You squint your eyes.

"Are you about to screw me?" you ask.

"Not per say, but you might not like what we have to say." Marcus ushers you to the kitchen.

The two of you walk all about two steps in before he's unloading on you. He starts off pretty strong, that you''re more than capable of handling German. And that you put in the time for it too.

But then he's telling you a different story.

German is in connection with a guy they're looking to take down. Something about a syndicate. Something about getting both of them at once. And Mike and Marcus have the backing of the PD.

You can feel the steam coming from your ears.

"Marcus you can't be trying to poach my guy right now!" you yell.

"The yelling, keep it down, you're undercover after all." He holds his hands up in defense.

You cross your arms over your chest, "You don't even know who I'm working for."

"Well, it's not someone who's paying you that's for sure." He divulges.

All at once he realizes he probably shouldn't have said that. Because if he knows you're not getting paid for this job then he's went though your bank statements. And probably a lot more.

Your eyes widen and your turn around and run into the living room. There you find Dorn, hiding behind Mike, with his computer in hand.

"You got beanstalk here to go through my stuff?!" you yell.

Mike pushes Dorn back even further.

"Look, we needed to know if we were stepping on government agency toes. And now we know we're not." Mike answers.

You leap to pounce on him but Marcus is faster and grabs you by the waist. You fight against him a little, knowing the he's probably gonna feel it tomorrow morning.

"That's an invasion of privacy. But I guess like father like son, since this one was in my room when I got here." you shout.

Mike looks at Armando, "Now, I told you to get out of there."

Armando shrugs.

"I'm sorry. But listen you can still be part of it." Mike says.

"How nice of you Mike. I'll be sure to thank you when we're done." you spit sarcastically.

Marcus lets you go and you decide to take a seat on the couch. Dorn frees himself from the corner of the room and takes a seat in the arm char that is farthest from you.

"You never take a job for free. What gives?" Mike asks.

You roll your eyes. It's not like you were money hungry. Yes you needed money to survive but you weren't broke. You could afford to not work for the next ten years if you wanted to. But you'd miss it too much.

This isn't that though. This isn't fun.

This is revenge.

"I thought you read through my stuff. You didn't put it together?"

"It's revenge." Armando answers.

You turn around from your seat on the couch and look at him. He's looking right back at you. He probably didn't read your file, probably was too boring for him. But how'd he figure it out?

It's not like you left the reason on your computer. You wouldn't make such a rookie mistake.

"How'd you figure that out? Did you find her moodboard?" Marcus jokes.

You pass him a look. He takes a step back.

"Alright, alright, no more jokes about the mood board. Got it." Marcus says to himself.

"What other reason could she be doing this for?" Armando asks.

"It's been twelve years. I spent ten years tracking him down and two years infiltrating his circle. He has no clue who I am. None." you start to explain.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't in your file. Who are you?" Dorn asks.

"Well she was leader of the dirty dozen in New York. Highly effective tactile group, skin ranging from murder, assassinations, weapon making, and a whole lot more." Mike says.

"And when the group cut ties, she ran the underground for a bit. Nothing happened without her knowing it." Marcus adds on.

"Not a cop." Armando says.

"I'm the daughter of German's former right hand man." you answer.

Which is why it stung a lot that Mike and Marcus wanted to take this case from you. Knowing who you are and knowing what it means. You worked for this. And you're gonna see it through come hell or high water.

-

THE NEXT NIGHT, MIAMI

Mike and Marcus were all set with their crew. German would never allow them to step foot into his compound but lucky for them they don't have to.

You snuck in last night and triggered the sprinkler system. Everything got flooded. So while German is getting everything cleaned up and possibly looking for a new base of operations, he's hanging out with a buddy.

Zio. Money hungry drug mover. Only thing he loves more than money and drugs is his expensive shoe collection. Which he's putting on display tonight.

A rich man's party is the best place to re-con. You told Mike and Marcus how many men German has on him at all times, but that doesn't give them much for when the time comes to take him down.

What's their tactical response like? What weapons do they bring on the move? How many cars? Things like that. Which was smart thinking and not at all on your mind when you first started this.

Armando leans back in the van's chair, man spreading. You roll your eyes but you say nothing. You weren't really trying to talk to him. Lest he find out more about you.

He seems to be tapped in to you. Which is weird. You've never had someone checking for you before.

"I can hear you rolling your eyes from here. What's up? he asks.

He spins around in his chair and faces you. Smug look on his face as he leans back.

"Nothing. Just want to get this over with." you say.

He nods once, then he creeps closer to you with his chair. He's about a foot away from you.

"You wanted to be the one to kill him." he muses.

You look at him, "Well yes. It was my mission. I found him. I infiltrated. I lost someone to him."

"It won't make the pain go away." he says.

"Oh please don't give me the 'revenge will just turn into guilt' talk. I got it from Mike and Marcus." you sigh.

Before you can blink or think of anything else to say, you feel your chair being pulled to the left. You grab onto the only thing in view and that happens to be Armando's leg.

"If I get him in my crosshairs, I'll hand the shot to you." he says.

You look him in the eyes, "Do you want a thank you or something?"

He smiles, "No te preocopes, no quiero nada."

"It doesn't seem like you don't want anything." you reply.

The back door of the van opens and he lets go of your chair. You slide back a bit to put some space between you two. He turns back to the screen in front of him.

-

THE NEXT MORNING, MIAMI

The steam from the shower wafts out the bathroom. You wrap your towel around your body a little tighter as you walk into the kitchen. The tea you were making is beyond ready, the kettle at this point screaming at a frequency only dogs can hear.

You turn it off and set it aside.

As your reaching for your favorite mug, you hear faint noises from the front door. You run over to the dinning room table and reach underneath the wooden chair. Your fingers wrap around the gun and you pull it close.

One swift check and the safety is off. You crab walk to the other side of the kitchen counter, away from the door. The noise becomes louder until you hear the door open.

"Shit, where'd she go." a voice says.

A voice, you know it. You get up from your position on the floor and look around the wall. Armando.

"What the hell are you-" you're about to ask.

"We need to go. now. No time to pack. Put some clothes on." He directs you.

He almost gives you no say when he grabs you by the elbow and maneuvers you into your room. He closes the door behind him and takes out his gun.

"Am I just supposed to undress in front of you?" you question, with your eyebrow raised.

He lets his arms fall to his sides. Then he walks over to the window, allowing you to walk over to the closet. You pull the door open and grab the first pair of jeans and shirt you can find.

Making sure he's actually turned first, you then put on your underwear and bra. Then you pull the shirt over your body, lastly your pants.

You walk to your dresser and reach into the cabinet. The noise must alert him that you're dressed because he turns around.

"We don't have time. You got made." Armando says.

"What the fuck do you mean I got made?" you ask.

"What I said. You're not safe here." he answers.

You grab your go-bag and move over to the window. Chest to Chest with Armando you look up at him.

"Where the hell am I gonna be safe then?"

He doesn't answer you. Maybe because he didn't have an answer. Or because the bullets started raining into your apartment right on time. Then he was nudging you out of the window and down the fire escape.

-

A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER, UNAMED MOTEL, ORLANDO

You put your bag down on the floor. The bed looked horrible. But horrible would have to do for now. You can't really make requests on the run.

Armando shuts the door behind him.

"Since you paid you can take the bed." you say.

He scoffs, "I'm not that kind of man."

You look over your shoulder, "Just one that snoops through my personal stuff and ignores personal space."

He says nothing. He walks silently into the bathroom and closes that door behind him too. You sigh and plop down onto the bed. You didn't understand.

Before Mike and Marcus showed up you were on track to get revenge within the next two weeks. Everything was set. There were backup plans. They were contingencies.

Now it was all shot to hell.

You hear the shower start up and lean back into the bed. And without meaning to you end up falling asleep. Right there on your back.

Armando comes out of the shower about five minutes after that. The soap sucked and the water had no pressure but at least he didn't feel like the sweat was clinging to him anymore.

He walks out of the bathroom and finds you laying on the corner of the bed. He looks you over once and crosses the room to cut off the lamps.

When the room is dark, he takes one of the pillows from the bed and sets himself up by the door. His gun tucked to his hip. This way he can keep an eye on the door and you.

You were interesting to say the least.

Usually people don't affect him this much. He can get on with his day and do what he has to do. Nothing comes in between him and a mission.

Especially now when his only mission was his freedom.

But there was something about you. Or, that's not really true. There were multiple things about you. He could see the lust for revenge in your eyes, he recognizes it well. He could tell you weren't being forthcoming either.

And he liked how you spoke your mind.

Liked? Why is he saying liked?

He doesn't really know you. He knows a little bit. He knows you only like tea, there is no coffee in your apartment. And you live in sweatpants when you don't have to be undercover. You also seem to have an aversion to the color blue.

He doesn't really know you. He can't like you.

He looks over at your sleeping form. How your lips part just a little bit and you snore. And your head leans to the right, your dominant side. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable and move you. But he knows you'll wake up sore from sleeping this way.

So he gets up. He gets up because he needs to stretch his legs. Not because of any other reason.

He walks to the bathroom and turns on the light and the vent. Hoping the sound will rouse you and you'll move on your own. He steps into the bathroom and closes the door with a bit more force than needed.

He looks into the mirror. He looks himself in the eyes.

This is bad. This is bad because you're the type of girl he would take a bullet for.

-

THE NEXT MORNING, ORLANDO

"Mike-"

"I fucked up. I know you wanted this, and I took it from you when I should have let you handle it."

"Mike-"

"And now you're on the run. You've never been burned before, and it's because of me."

"Mike!"

"What?"

"Shut up for a second and let me think."

You sigh.

German caught on to the eyes on him when he was at the shoe party. While anyone else would have packed up and fled to a non extradition country, he's staying here.

A sign.

Whoever it is that wanted to get him, should come see him face to face. No way in hell were you going to do that. Not only did you have the smarts to wait him out, you didn't want Mike and Marcus to put themselves on the line. They would no doubt follow you into the fire.

"I think I should make my peace with this before anyone gets hurt." you say.

There's silence on the other end of the line. With Mike not talking , you turn around to find Armando. He's standing there, two feet away from you on the hood of the stolen pick-up truck from the motel parking lot.

"That's big of you." Mike jokes.

"Very. But I mean if I see him about to get ran over, I'm not goin to save his ass." you quip.

Mike laughs, "He doesn't deserve it. Your forgiveness."

"I know," you say and Armando looks at you then. "I should probably return him to you, since he's on parole."

"Yeah well he did some things that might kick that back a few years." Mike answers.

You shake your head, "You can say it was all me. Make sure Dorn gets rid of any incriminating footage."

"I didn't tell him to go get you, you know that?"

You don't know why but hearing that makes your heart kind of thump weird. Not thump weird. Your heart is already thumping, but it feels different.

Different as you look him in the eyes.

The first time you interacted with him you hoped it would be the last. And now here he is sticking his neck out for you when you haven't been all that kind.

"I didn't know that. I'll get him back to you in one piece." you speak.

"Thanks. And keep me updated wherever you land."

"Will do. Thanks Mike."

You hang up the phone. Armando takes a step closer and you hold out the phone for him. When he does you feel the quickest static brush against your fingertips.

"You good from here?" he asks.

You nod your head, "I'm a big girl, first time for everything."

He nods once with a small smirk on his lips. He looks away, somewhere off behind your shoulder. It's not like you didn't notice he's good looking. But you just never thought about it for too long.

"Let me drop you off at the station." he says.

You don't want to smile. You shouldn't smile. "Okay."

Armando waits for you to start walking. Once your in front of him he walks over to the driver's side. You climb into the truck and shut the door.

You could've walked. The station is only ten minutes from here. You smile a bit to yourself when he puts the car in drive.

[frociaggina97]

el tema con los chatrooms misoginos que buscan tips para violar a la madre y ese tipo de cosas es que le querés buscar un equivalente del lado de las mujeres y simplemente no hay. lo mas cercano debe ser las alzadas en los comentarios de ig de pedro pascal y no son un frente organizado que busca tirar a los hombres y tenerlos de agujero solo quieren cogerse a ese viejo.

[medicacenterfem]

Navegando por emociones de una prueba de embarazo

Navegando por emociones de una prueba de embarazo. Una prueba de embarazo es un momento crucial en la vida de una mujer. Las emociones pueden fluctuar entre la anticipación, la ansiedad, la esperanza y el miedo. Comprender cómo manejar estas emociones puede ser fundamental para afrontar el resultado, sea cual sea. Una prueba de embarazo es un procedimiento que determina si una mujer está…

[kenziexoxoxo]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO A PATO SMUT WITH AN F1 DRIVER! READER?

You whore of course 😏

Pato O'Ward x F1 driver Zack Brown's daughter reader (taboo i know)

As always I do not very very sadly own this picture them hands ok get with it to the smut

Warnings: smut the only thing my ass is good for

Yn is on the F1 McLaren team so she's used having to meet up with the arrow McLaren team epically since her father is Zack Brown. If Yn liked anything it was staring at Pato O'Ward then again who didn't the man was a snack and a half. She knew he was off limits though of course he was her father woukd kill her if he found out she was with another driver. He wasnt even pleased when she wanted to become a race car driver. Yet here she is staring at Pato at a McLaren event him in his nice tux and her in her papaya orange dress. She sat at her table with her father watching Pato as he flirted with everyone he encounters it pissed her off a little she wanted him flirting with her and only her. Her father thankfully left the table damn over protective ass she wanted to get laid and she set her sights on a certain Mexican driver. She was smooth as she got up fixing her dress and slowly walking over to smooze some idiot investor that she couldn't give a rats ass about but knew Pato was watching her so it was the perfect time to make him jealous. A little arm touch here a giggle at a shitty joke there and boom Pato was at her side asking if he coukd talk to her in private. Hell to the fuck yes she thought to herself as he lead her through the crowded party and towards an empty hallway with McLaren offices since they were having it at the McLaren garage. She swallowed hard as he turned pushing her up against a wall.

"mujer, crees que es una buena idea coquetear con esos bastardos frente a mí? (woman you think its a good idea to flirt with those bastards infront of me)" Pato questioned in her ear that high school Spanish was finally paying off.

"no papi, lo hice para llamar tu atención. (no daddy i did it to get your attention)" She whispered in his ear pulling him down by his tie. He growled at her response flipping her around so her face was in the wall a little bending her and lifting up her skirt.

"Dios mio what do we have here i think you forgot to put something on before your dress princess." Pato said as he drank in the sight of her naked ass and folds she took an everything shower and didn't wear panties for this exact reason and it was actually happening hell to the fuck yes.

"Forget what?" She asked playing dumb which earned her a smack on the ass she bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning in delight.

"Don't play coy with me and you like this dont you this little game your father would kill me if he saw us like this." Pato said as she heard him un do his belt and the zipper of his pants come down and then the rustle of fabric. He watched as she clenched around nothing she was wet clearly excited about even the thought about what was about to happen. Pato slowly dragged his tip through her folds moaning at the feeling tight wet warm just how he liked it. He slowly sank in letting out a groan of relief as she bit her fist to keep from moaning too loudly and having someone catch them. He slowly pulled her off and back on him for a hot second before slowly moving her faster and faster his balls slapping against her as he started to pound into her. He spanked her ass grabbing at it as his other hand held her hip and slowly moved his fingers down to slowly play with her clit drawing slow tantalizing circles on the puffy bud. She was seeing fucking stars he was huge filling her like no one had he was thick and long. She felt his veins pulsing against her as he fucked her every twitch of that monster cock in her drove her wild she was a mess. She wasn't gonna be able to go to another man to get laid after this how could she when it felt like pure heaven with Pato and the words he whispered in her ear in Spanish.

"tan bueno para mí. dios, joder, amo este coño, tan apretado, mi buena chica, sí, ahora eres mía, esos pilotos de F1 no saben cómo follarte, ¿verdad? (so so good for me. god, fuck i love this pussy, so tight, my good girl, yeah you're mine now, those F1 drivers don't know how to fuck you do they?)" It drove her wild she felt her legs start to shake as she started to clench around him which only made him swear more in Spanish. She came hard and fast he got no warning before she clamped down on him like a fucking vice milking his balls for all they're worth. She convulsed the orgasm making her vision go white. His hips faltered a couple more thrusts and he knew he was done he burried himself deep in her feeling himself stuff her. He groaned as he softened and pulled out not even caring to clean her up he wanted his cum slipping down her thighs as she flirted with other men. He pulled her dress down and slipped himself back into his boxers and pants. He turned her around she was disheveled her face red her make up a little fucked up from the tears of pure pleasure he gave her. He smirked at her appearance kissing her nose and smacking her ass one last time before walking off. She stood there for what felt forever till she heard someone coming she looked over oh god no it was her father. Zack looked at her worried.

"Sweetheart have you been crying?" He asked wrapping a fatherly arm around her and rubbing her shoulder lovingly she could see Pato not to far away shit eating grin on his face. She cleared her throat putting on a fake smile.

"No daddy just had something in my eye and it made my eyes water when I tried to get it out." She said acting innocent. Zack could tell she was lying but that was an issue for another time as they walked past Pato, Zack looked at him.

"Pato christ zip your fly." Zack said having no idea what he almost just witnessed.

The end 😏 y'all love the Pato and I have no problem delivering keep sending em in

With lots of love your very horny and tired author Kenziexoxoxo

[curlymangue]

Kit imprescindible de verano para mujeres: qué llevar en el bolso para sobrevivir al calor.

Todo lo que necesitas para mantenerte fresca, cómoda y cuidada durante los días más calurosos del año. Hola, Curly. El kit veraniego que toda alma calurosa necesita (y sí, tú también) Si llevas tiempo siguiéndome, ya sabes que adoro el verano. No solo porque la gente está más feliz, las calles se llenan de vida y nadie camina encogido como si tuviera el alma atrapada en un puño de acero…

[galaxysupreme17]

Baking Chaos

Y/n = Your Name

Y/n/n = Your Nickname

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

It was a crisp Saturday morning in Westview, the sun lazily peeking through the curtains of Agatha's cozy kitchen. The Harkness household was buzzing with excitement. Today was a special occasion- the anniversary of the day they had first moved into their little corner of Westview, a day that had turned into an annual family tradition. And what better way to celebrate than by baking a cake together?

Of course, as with most things in the Harkness household, the process was far from simple.

Y/n, standing at the kitchen island, surveyed the clutter that had already spread across the counters. Bowls were stacked haphazardly, bags of flour and sugar were torn open, and there were splashes of milk and eggshells littering the workspace. And they hadn't even started mixing the batter yet.

"Are we making a cake or a disaster zone?" Y/n teased, brushing flour from her hair as she tossed a glance toward her mom, Rio, who was eagerly rifling through a cookbook.

"Disaster? Y/n/n, this is how the magic happens," Rio grinned, her fingers skimming the pages until she found a basic cake recipe. "Well, the non-magical kind, anyway."

Agatha stood by the stove, arms folded across her chest, shaking her head with an amused smile. "We're doing this the old-fashioned way, Rio."

"Amorcito, we could have this cake done in ten minutes if you let me help a little." Rio wiggled her fingers, the tiniest spark of magic lighting the tips. "Think about it. Cake, perfect frosting, all without the hassle."

Agatha raised an eyebrow. "That's cheating."

Rio rolled her eyes, tossing the cookbook aside. "It's not cheating, mi amor. It's called being efficient."

Y/n giggled as she grabbed the mixing bowl, watching her mother's banter. "I think Mom just wants to show off her magic. Mama's the one who insists we do everything 'by the book.'"

Agatha gave Y/n a playful, exasperated look. "Your mother has no patience for tradition."

"Tradition, mi vida, is overrated," Rio shot back, blowing a kiss in Agatha's direction. "You can't tell me this wouldn't be better with a little magic."

"And where's the fun in that?" Agatha replied, walking over to grab the eggs. "Part of the charm of baking is doing it with your hands. Mixing, measuring, getting a little messy-"

"Or a lot messy," Y/n interrupted with a grin, gesturing toward the flour now dusting every surface in the room.

Agatha couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, yes, maybe we went a little overboard."

"Mujer, you're making this harder than it needs to be," Rio said, watching as Agatha began cracking eggs one by one into the bowl. "Let me just stir it with a little-"

"No magic, Rio!" Agatha said firmly, though her smile softened the command.

Y/n leaned against the counter, already covered in flour and smudges of cocoa powder. "You're both ridiculous. As long as we get cake out of this, I'll be happy."

Rio sighed dramatically, casting a glance at her daughter. "You see what I have to put up with, Y/n? This one," she nodded toward Agatha, "is stubborn."

"And this one," Agatha retorted, gesturing toward Rio, "wants to wave her hands and get everything done in five seconds. Where's the joy in that?"

Rio rolled her eyes again, but this time with affection. "The joy is in eating the cake, mi cielo. Not in wasting time whisking the batter like it's 1692."

Agatha couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Maybe so, but I like doing things the traditional way sometimes. And I'm not budging on this one."

With a resigned sigh, Rio finally gave in and crossed her arms. "Fine, fine, mi vida. But if this cake doesn't turn out perfect, don't say I didn't offer."

Y/n shook her head, grabbing a whisk and handing it to Agatha. "Alright, Mama, let's get this started. The sooner we finish, the sooner we eat."

"Exactly," Agatha replied, flashing Y/n a proud smile as she began to whisk the eggs and sugar together.

They worked in harmony for a while, Agatha leading the charge as Y/n followed her instructions, adding flour and cocoa to the mixture. Meanwhile, Rio leaned against the counter, quietly observing her wife and daughter, though every now and then, she'd throw in a comment or a suggestion-usually about how much faster it would be if they just used a little magic.

Y/n, now covered in even more flour, glanced at Rio with a grin. "Mom, I think you're just itching to use a spell, aren't you?"

"I'm not itching," Rio said with mock innocence, "I'm just saying-this would be done by now."

"Where's the fun in that?" Y/n said, echoing Agatha's words with a laugh. "Besides, we're almost done with the batter."

Rio sighed dramatically again but smiled. "Alright, alright, I'll wait. But don't say I didn't warn you."

As they poured the thick batter into the pan, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Sure, they could have used magic to speed things up, but there was something nice about taking their time. The kitchen might be a mess, but it was filled with laughter and warmth, the scent of cocoa lingering in the air.

"Okay, into the oven it goes," Agatha said, carefully sliding the pan into the preheated oven. She turned to Rio and Y/n with a grin. "Now we wait."

"And clean," Y/n added, looking at the disaster around them. "This place is a wreck."

Rio clapped her hands together, her smile widening. "Mi amor, can I now use a little magic?"

Agatha pretended to think about it before finally giving a nod. "Fine. But only for cleaning."

Rio beamed, waving her hand as the flour and sugar began lifting off the countertops and into the sink. The bowls and utensils followed, floating through the air and washing themselves in the process.

Y/n watched with wide eyes, laughing as the kitchen transformed back to its original spotless state in a matter of seconds. "Now that's impressive."

Agatha just shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. "I knew you couldn't resist."

"Hey, I said I'd wait until the cake was in the oven," Rio teased, planting a kiss on Agatha's cheek. "And now we can relax."

As they waited for the cake to bake, the three of them settled onto the couch, exhausted from the chaos of the kitchen. Y/n stretched out, throwing a blanket over herself, feeling the peacefulness of the moment. It was rare that they had these lazy, unhurried days together, and she cherished every second of it.

Eventually, the timer went off, and they all rushed back into the kitchen to check on their creation.

Y/n opened the oven door cautiously, peeking inside. "Uh... well, it's a little..."

Rio leaned over her shoulder, her face breaking into a wide grin. "Oh querido Dios, it's lopsided."

Agatha stepped closer, eyeing the cake. "It's perfect," she said confidently as if the uneven rise of the cake was exactly what she had planned all along.

Y/n burst out laughing. "Mama, it's definitely not perfect. But it smells amazing."

"Perfection is overrated," Agatha replied, crossing her arms with a smirk.

Rio chuckled, pulling out a knife to cut a piece. "I told you we should have used magic."

Agatha playfully bumped Rio with her hip. "It wouldn't have the same charm."

They sliced into the slightly lopsided cake, and as soon as they tasted it, the three of them erupted into satisfied smiles.

Y/n took a big bite and hummed in contentment. "Okay, it may not look perfect, but it tastes amazing."

Rio winked at her daughter. "See? We make a good team."

Agatha leaned against the counter, watching her family with a warm smile. "It's not about perfection," she said softly. "It's about the memories."

Rio wrapped an arm around Agatha's waist and kissed her temple. "Te amo, mi amor. You're right. It's always about the memories."

And as they sat down together at the kitchen table, laughing and eating cake, Y/n realized that it wasn't the end result that mattered. It was the joy in the chaos, the laughter in the imperfections, and the love they shared through it all.

[duran-duran-esq]

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 , A MUSE PLAYLIST STUDY ! ↳ list 5 songs that you associate with your muse ! . . . ( bonus: include lyrics if you'd like ! )

THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD GO I - Baby, she turns out to be a natural freak // Gaining weight and losing sleep // And when she's sweet sixteen, she packs her things and leaves // With a man she met on the street // Carmen starts to bawl, bangs her head to the wall // Too much love is worse than none at all

CARS - Here in my car // I feel safest of all // I can lock all my doors // It's the only way to live // In cars // Here in my car // I can only receive // I can listen to you // It keeps me stable for days // In cars

SHE WORKS HARD FOR THE MONEY - Twenty-eight years have come and gone // And she's seen a lot of tears // Of the ones who come in // They really seem to need her there // It's a sacrifice, working day to day // For little money, just tips for pay // But it's worth it all // To hear them say that they care

SATISFECHA - Cuando se es mujer // Hay que ser derecha // Hay que cuidar // Muy bien la fecha // Y no levantar // Ninguna sospecha // Y perder por tonta // Toda la cosecha // O estarás desecha // Y yo no quiero

INVINCIBLE - We can't afford to be innocent // Stand up and face the enemy // It's a do or die situation // We will be invincible // And with the power of conviction // There is no sacrifice // It's a do-or-die situation // We will be invincible

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tagging: @doctorvenko @st4ypuft @abranax @timechange @doctorbrown and YOU 🫵

[nathyuwu01]

Muchas veces en mi período me duelen los pechos o los ando super sensibles.

Tal parece que es por la producción de hormonas en el cuerpo, progesterona y estrógeno, lo que causa esa hinchazón en los pechos y por ende el dolor que este causa normalmente pasa unos días antes de la regla o cuando esta recién comienza.

Algunos tips para ayudar a reducir el dolor de los pechos durante el período serían:

Usar un sostén de soporte que se ajuste a tus medidas.

Duerme con un sostén suave si el dolor influye o altera tu calidad de sueño y descanso. 

Compresas frías en la zona.

Masajes en los senos para reducir la sensación de hipersensibilidad.

Dieta baja en grasas y en cafeína. (De acuerdo con un estudio realizado por la Duke University Medical Center, encontró una relación entre la ALTA ingesta de cafeína y grasas, y el dolor de senos cíclico.)

Menos estrés, incluyendo meditación y actividades que fomenten relajación. 

《KN.VH♡》

[monicalestrange4]

Comparte los tips para no espantar, que todos queremos saber.

Esto depende 99.9% de la chica a la que quieras atraer haha asi que hablo solo en mi caso:

No seas egocéntrico, odio los chicos que creen que por ser lindos automáticamente saldré con ellos.

No intentes ser alguien que no eres, tarde o temprano me daré cuenta que estás fingiendo.

Ve LENTO, si acepté tener una primera cita contigo no es para que hagamos planes para cuando nos casemos, aún ni eres mi amigo y créeme hay un largo camino para serlo y ni hablar de algo más.

Deja tus prejuicios en casa, Si, AMO el sexo, si, tengo onlyfans y si no me da verguenza estar desnuda, no por eso soy una fácil o una prostituta.

Si buscas cogerme y ya, algo casual, mejor ve a mi esponsor y listo, te la jalas viendome desnuda, conmigo las cosas son súper lentas, créeme si no surge una chispa entre nosotros surgirá una linda amistad y soy la mujer más fiel del mundo hasta con mis amigos.

NO MIENTAS, si desde el principio detecto tus mentiras, ya perdiste, no te diré nada, solo ya perderé el interés, si le mientes alguien que apenas estás conociendo, entonces qué espero de algo más serio?

Fin, haha ahi más cosas pero supongo que esas son las principales, espero te sirvan con otras chicas. 😊🥰

English: Share the tips for not scaring, that we all want to know.

This depends 99.9% on the girl you want to attract haha so I speak only in my case: 1. Don't be self-centered, I hate guys who think that because they are cute I will automatically date them.2. Don't try to be someone you are not, sooner or later I will realize that you are faking.3. Go SLOW, if I agreed to have a first date with you it's not for us to make plans for when we get married, you are not my friend yet and believe me there is a long way to be one, let alone something more.4. Leave your prejudices at home, Yes, I LOVE sex, yes, I have onlyfans and yes I'm not ashamed to be naked, that doesn't make me an easy or a prostitute.5.If you are looking to fuck me and that's it, something casual, better go to my sponsor and that's it, you fuck her watching me naked, with me things are super slow, believe me if a spark does not arise between us a nice friendship will arise and I am the most faithful woman in the world even with my friends.6. DO NOT LIE, if from the beginning I detect your lies, you already lost, I will not tell you anything, I will only lose interest, if you lie to someone you are just getting to know, then what I expect from something more serious? End, haha ahi ahi more things but I guess those are the main ones, I hope they help you with other girls. 😊🥰