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writingshushf1 · 1 year

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Hey! Can you do one with mick and Brazilian reader in which they meet in Rio de Janeiro because mick is there spending carnival with his friends and it gets spicy maybe smutty!! 🥵🥵

Devagarinho

Summary: "We catch fire, we give yourself up without thinking. You kiss my neck, makes me goosebumps. Your hand all over my body, you love to lose yourself. No one does it better than you"

Rating: +18

Warnings: shameless smut, p!rn with a little bit of plot, fingering, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Word count: 1.6k

Note: this one- HONESTLY YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES, SO GOOD AND HOT???

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February. Thirty-three degrees, the sun was high in the sky, a crowd of people were strolling from one side to the other, the music was blasting. Some were dancing, many were drinking and others were kissing in the corners. You were holding a glass of strawberry caipirinha, trying not to dirty the accessories you wore on your arms.

It was a different situation from other years, after you found a better job and met different people, you were invited to celebrate carnival in a more exclusive place - so much so that you got to see a lot of famous people outside the trios elétricos. Sobriety was a thing of the past, you were drunk and having a lot of fun, this time of the year was all about party after party, staying up all night watching the samba schools parade in Sapucaí and drinking until your liver asked for help.

Mick Schumacher had never been to Carnival in Brazil before. So when he was coerced by some friends into wearing only gold shorts too short for his liking, going shirtless and being smeared with glitter, he was getting weirded out. Until he got to the street and saw that people didn't give a shit, they just wanted to have fun, he let loose a bit. The German felt a hand on his shoulder and as he turned, Lewis had a smile on his face, handing him a shot of jambu cachaça.

"Drink up. It makes your lips numb." The Brit laughed softly. "And it'll help give you some spunk."

He stared at the older pilot, a little fearfully, however he turned the shot over and grimaced - it wasn't light drink, let alone to be taken like that. Meanwhile, you noticed from afar the movement with the cachaça - as you were not sober, the courage hit you and you approached the two strangers.

"Ei! Onde ‘cê conseguiu isso?” (Hey, where did you get this?)

"Sorry? We don't speak Portuguese." Lewis replied.

"Porra, okay! Hm, where did you guys get the jambu cachaça?"

When Mick looked at you, his cheeks turned red just like your costume. He clearly wasn't paying attention to the conversation as his eyes were elsewhere on your body. The costume fitted your body so well, letting your curves exposed and the deep red colour matched your skin tone.

"Schumacher!" Hamilton brought his attention back. "Show the Brazilian girl where the hooch is." He then pointed at one of his friends, slapping him twice on the shoulder. "Good carnival." The Brit cracked a sneaky smile and walked away from the two of you.

"Uhm... So, it's there, come on." He took your hand and pulled you in, as you signalled to your friend that he was a tremendous hottie.

"How am I supposed to know if I should trust you?"

"Because I've had one shot, so if something happens, it happens to me too. Besides the numbness on my lips and my name is Mick."

"You've never had jambu cachaça before, have you?" You also said your name to him.

"No. It was the first time and wow. First time at carnaval too."

"Losing your carnival virginity, how cute."

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It's pretty cute, though."

"Really?" He cracked a smile, taking the shot for you. Without even waiting, you turned the small glass over and let the liquid burn in your throat. "I'd like to have another one, but I don't know if that's a good idea."

"You don't need to have another one, Schumacher." You said his last name in a Brazilian Portuguese accent before holding his face and bringing your face closer against his. "May I?"

He didn't answer, just let his lips join yours, starting a hot kiss. Your tongue quickly went to meet his as your free hand landed on his glitter filled chest, cracking a smile in between as you felt his teeth tugging on your bottom lip lightly. His hands indiscreetly went to your thighs, pulling your body against his. When air was needed, you chuckled softly, running kisses down his jaw, smearing the red lipstick you were wearing on his lips. His silly grin was one of the cutest things you'd ever seen.

"Well Lewis said you guys were really good kissers."

"So does that mean you want a replay, gringo?"

"Hey!"

"Come on, just a nickname, blondie."

"If you kiss me again, I might be able to let it go."

What no one had warned Mick - which you knew all too well, was that jambu cachaça was an aphrodisiac.

A few hours later you were inside an uber, heading to the mansion he was spending with his friends - in the Leblon neighbourhood. You held your chin up so it wouldn't fall off when you saw the beautiful house inside a chic condominium. As soon as you entered, he pressed your body against the door.

"No one's home?" You asked.

"All enjoying the carnival. We're going against the flow."

You watched the pool from afar, holding his hand and pulling him to the back of the house. When you got there, you removed your shoes and other accessories, throwing yourself against the water. Then you felt that he was also in the pool. Mick came close to you, pulling your legs around his waist, pressing your back against the pool wall.

"Gostoso."

"What?"

"It means you're a hottie."

"Well... You're... Gostosa? That’s how you say it?”

“Yeah, gostosa.”

You passed your thumb against his chin, smiling and leaving small kisses around his jaw and ear. He closed his eyes, groaning at the feeling of your wet lips against his feverish skin.

“I need you so bad…” He murmured, holding your body closer and getting into the steps of the pool, going out with you still holding his body.

Mick laid you in a sunbed, letting his hands roam your body while you watched with a mischievous smile plastered on your face. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the heat wasn’t bothering you at all, the only thing you wanted was him inside of you.

He started a rough kiss, grabbing your hips and colliding against his - in reaction, you grabbed his shoulders, pulling so that your chest was pressed into his. Slowly, your bodies were grinding and you could feel his hardness, so big and thick it made you wet just from the thought.

“Can I?” The blonde was holding your trousers and you made a positive signal, so he pulled them down.

His fingers travelled your body for a few seconds until they found its place: against your clit. They were a bit calloused, but gently torturing - and he knew it, going slow on your sensitive bud was the best teasing. You moaned, closing your eyes and panting for more, so he put his index finger inside of you, pumping in and out while his thumb made quicker movements on top of your clit.

“Meu Deus, Mick…” Your hand went towards his shorts, groping his erection through the fabric. (Oh God, Mick…)

“What do you want, baby?” He quickened his pace and you let whimpers escape your lips, knowing you’re close.

“Tu.” (You)

“You already have me.”

“Inside of me.”

“Already inside.” The curved tip of his fingers were getting into your G point, which was overwhelming at its best.

“Fucking… Me… With…” You couldn’t finish the phrase, letting moans through your lips while you had your orgasm.

You were recovering from your high and he had the biggest drunk smile, getting naked and taking your top out. Mick bit his lip when he saw your breasts, lowering his head to kiss you, however he kept going down until his lips were against one of your nipples, giving the attention it needed while the other was being pinched - and he didn’t forget to invert the situation, because both of them deserved the same attention.

Schumacher let you sit on his lap, straddling him, holding your hips and slowly lowering your body for him to be inside of you. He was big so you grabbed his back, hiding your head into the crook of his neck. The German saw your reaction, stopping moving and making you look at him.

“Move only and if you feel comfortable, okay?”

“Okay.”

Then he started a hot and slow kiss, taking the time with you, letting your tongues move together, enjoying the moment between you two. After a few minutes with your body getting used to his size, you looked at him, starting to move your hips against his.

The pace was calm, letting you feel him properly - it felt like your body was going to split from his size. He couldn’t hold his moans, you were so tight and small around him, it made the blonde even hornier.

Gradually, the pace was getting quicker because you were getting more used to it, so he understood as a green sign for him to move his body against yours - fast and rough, that’s when your moans couldn’t be stopped, it was such a pleasurable moment. When his hand lowered to your clit, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist for too long, the mix of feeling filled up by his dick and hitting the good spots, besides the good pressure on top of your sensitive bud.

Schumacher also wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer, with a fast pace, the tightness, your body moving against him to give even more pleasure and the kisses you started to distribute around his neck. He was groaning and becoming a mess just like you already wore, so his thrusts were messier and deeper, causing you to whimper.

“I’m… Going to…”

“Okay, okay…”

He came inside of you, holding your body against him with one hand while the free one made sure you were going to have pleasure - and you sure did it, after feeling him filling you up, you moaned loud and he kept moving, bringing you to orgasm.

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moiyume · 1 year

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death is the only end for us — chapter i. the bird.

pairing: yandere!satoru gojo x fem!reader

sumary: The news about Suguru's disastrous death shakes [Y/N], Gojo convinces her to return home to bury him. However, [Y/N] is unable to see that Gojo's real intentions are darker than she imagines.

warnings: angst, description of blood and death body, threats, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts, spoilers from the main story.

word count: 2829.

more information about the history: here.

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SOMETIMES WE SEE A DEAD BIRD LYING ON THE GROUND. Sometimes the dead bird is you or someone you love. You believe that no one else is capable of deceiving you at this point of the championship, yet the words of the man in front of you sounded like the purest falsehood to your ears, but your heart and the part of you that knew him knew that those words were not lies. The dead bird lying on the ground beneath your feet was Suguru Geto, your best friend.

Last month you talked face to face and he told you about his plans for Christmas and New Year. You would meet during the January holidays or in February for the Brazilian carnival, you would like to show him the hustle and bustle of downtown Rio de Janeiro, take him to Sapucaí, to enjoy together as you used to do every year since you ran away. But your plans were thwarted by his death and you had nothing left, no one you could trust, the person who took care of you all those years was gone and took with him the hopes of one day returning home without people seeing you as a monster or a traitor.

You let go of Satoru's t-shirt and fall to the ground on your knees, your heart breaks into millions of pieces that you don't think you will be able to put back together again, tears flow incessantly but you don't make a single noise. You place your hand on your chest and lean forward until your face touches the rough pavement floor, you open your mouth to scream but there is no strength in you to do so, you feel only a bitter taste of defeat in your mouth.

You pour the sadness encased within you onto the pavement and still it doesn't seem enough. Gojo's arms surround you and lift you up, and wrap you in a tight embrace, the loss wasn't just yours but his too, for that reason you don't back down, you just cry against his chest like there's no tomorrow. You wonder if he cried when his best friend died, you wonder where he was when it happened, you wonder why he didn't save you and you can't help but think that if you were by his side things might have been different. Now there is only half of you in this horrible world and the other has most likely been turned to ashes.

You leave the comfort of that embrace and wipe your tears with the sleeve of your dress, you look from side to side not knowing exactly where to look, you are lost and confused, you want to go back in time and hear Suguru's voice again, with this thought wandering through your mind tears flood your eyes again, Gojo holds your face and makes you face his. He looks calm, but there's a storm about to rain down in his eyes, he's trying hard to calm you down, uselessly.

"I'm sorry." He wails from the bottom of his selfish heart and rubs his thumb over her wet cheek. "But you need to go home, he's waiting for you for... you know... the funeral..."

You raise your eyebrows wide-eyed. So it hasn't been long since it happened, you conclude. You pick up the portrait you accidentally dropped on the floor when making that scene and shrug, remorse crashing over you like a bucket of cold water, rattling your entire body with an icy chill. You feel a friendly hand hold your shoulder, but right now it felt as oppressive as the pain you felt in your chest.

"How long has it been?" you question, unable to accept Suguru's death, you glance at Satoru out of the corner of your eye and his face turns grim again. "Who did this to him?"

There weren't many people in the world who could get close enough to hurt Suguru Geto, two of them were here, you and Satoru, you wonder how many powerful wizards have emerged since your departure and condemn yourself for choosing to remain oblivious to the world you are a part of. You weren't dumb, you knew that Suguru could seem like a bad person to anyone who didn't know him and that his sour personality wasn't to everyone's liking, so you deduced that he would be an enemy; and his enemy was your enemy too.

"It was me." Satoru answered without hesitation making you freeze. "Two days ago."

A dry, snapping sound echoes through the street drawing the attention of the curious, you slap his face hard enough to leave a mark on his cheek and take his balance away, you have no idea where you got the courage to do it, but you did. Your hand is tingling, the guilt leaves your body and gives way to hatred that ignites in your soul like a spark that falls on a pile of straw and spreads dangerously, the cursed energy dormant inside you begins to overflow and makes the air thin, almost impossible to breathe, the people who passed by on the street start to feel sick and Satoru stares at you in despair. You could kill everyone right now, but your target wasn't innocent people, it was the giant snowman in front of you. You prepare to punch him with all my strength, however he holds your hand, a shockwave rushes down to the ground and the concrete above your feet cracks on impact, you hear the frightened people comment and turn away from the scene, but no you don't care. Your whole body is shaking from the anger.

"How dare you come here and tell me it was you who killed him?" you question him, the words came out so fast and with such anger, you don't care that you spat at him, you move your arms violently and pull the hand he was still holding. Finally, you face him with eyes full of hateful tears. "You came to kill me too?! Is that it? You're going to kill all the people you say you love?"

A deadly silence settles between you during the trip back to Japan. No matter how many times you remember the outcome of the conversation, the answers you heard were disturbing enough to keep you over twelve hours of flying completely silent. Everything is wrong, you don't know why you agreed to go back with Satoru with the possibility of being killed at any moment, maybe because you wanted to say goodbye to your best friend, however you realized that you've really only come this far because you lost all attachment you felt for your life the moment you learned that Geto died at Gojo's hands. You want to die with him.

You hate him for killing Geto. More so because he told you there was no choice. There was a choice and he made it, he killed him. You weren't able to look at him after your conversation, all the things he said after that went in one ear and out the other, you don't want to know how many innocent people died that night, and how many more could have died if he hadn't done what he did, you want to spend the holiday with my best friend, complain about his mediocre life and listen to him talk about his daughters and his new friends, about his achievements and about his dreams.

Suguru and you had a funny dream that you, the villains, would find a happy ending together. Him doing whatever he wanted to do with the non-wizards and you going back to the cosiness of your old home, with my family, consisting of your elder sister and your nephews. Sadly, only one of pits survived to fulfil this dream, you smile darkly at the thought. No, you are not fulfilling this dream, because you are still seen as a villain, and you will never be able to see your family again, because the only person who fought for your innocence was killed by the man who never believed in you.

You were sent to the place where the burial would be through a teleportation spell, no one knows you're back after all, the spell leaves you so bewildered that you're surprised the moment you realise what this place is; the hill where Suguru and you killed the first special grade curse together. It's an important place for both of you - for you - there are traces of the cursed energy of both of you everywhere, some fight marks remain on the trees and grass, the flowers that usually grow in the valley are buried by the thick layer of snow, but it's a pleasant sight nonetheless. The bare, dry, twisted tree at the top of the hill on the other hand is a morbid sight, it looks like it died recently too. So does it.

You approach the tree and finger the phrase carved into the aiaigasa-shaped wooden trunk "Sugu + [Y/N] friends forever". A weak involuntary smile is present on your tired countenance, you were not in love with each other, but at some points in your life you regret choosing Gojo as your partner at the time, you were genuinely happy, even though your relationship had a disastrous end. And you think he knows that you regret choosing him. Maybe he regrets choosing you too, you would never judge him if he told you.

Watching the tree you are able to see the ghosts of his past. The young Suguru and young [Y/N] lying on the grass dirty with blood and dirt, they are looking at the sky and then at each other and start laughing, the young [Y/N] turns sideways and rests her face on her hand to face her best friend, you two are talking about some teenage bullshit, he wanted to be a hero and you wanted to be an ordinary person. It breaks your heart to know that neither of you got what you wanted; he became a curse user and you became a mercenary.

You leave your daydreams when you hear twigs cracking under someone's feet. You spin under your heels and frown as you see Satoru with a body covered by a sheet in his arms, you had a switchblade hidden in the sleeve of your jacket, ready to shove into the intruder's neck, but to your chagrin the intruder was only the gravedigger. You admit it was hard for you to see him holding the corpse of your best friend, you can't go to the morgue because in theory you are still an escapee so you can't see the state the body is in before we come here, you feel a lurch in your stomach as the smell of blood and decay reaches your nose. Gojo places the body on the grass and looks at you with the shovel already over his shoulder.

"I'm going to go dig. In the meantime you can say goodbye, I just don't recommend taking the sheet off, the sight won't be very pleasant." He warns and the message sends shivers down your spine, you look away from the body and feel like crying again, Satoru places his hand on your shoulder but quickly removes it after your threatening look. "Sorry."

You kneel beside the corpse and even with the warnings remove the sheet, you kept in mind that if you couldn't face him you could never get over the loss, the image of his perfect face would forever be in your memory and make you cry more than necessary, if there is an exact amount of tears to be shed.

You feel the bile rise up in your throat as you see his partially destroyed body, there is an arm missing, it seems to have been torn off violently by a powerful force, his face is also destroyed on the right side, you wonder how Satoru had the courage to leave him like that and come to the conclusion that maybe it wasn't him who really killed Geto. You shake your head in fear thinking too much, there was no plausible reason for him to lie about Suguru's death, and you doubt he would cover up for his best friend's killer, because to him no one is above Suguru. You wonder how Nanako and Mimiko, his daughters, are doing, do they know their father is dead? Did Satoru tell them?

You hold Geto's hand and it is cold and stiff, his whole body is, you open it and lean it against your face, he used to hold your face whenever you wanted to cry. You shed tears on it and hold back the sobs, you are afraid of what your life will be like from now on, what your life will be like without him, you will never get a call from him again, you will never be able to see him smile, the more you think about it the more tears fall.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." You beg for his forgiveness and grab the corpse hoping he will wake up from his eternal sleep and hold you, but nothing happens, you let out a strangled scream and swing the corpse without stopping. "I can't stand being alone anymore... please... please... don't leave me..."

Satoru finished digging the grave and waited patiently under the tree until you stopped crying and kept quiet, you don't know if out of respect, pity or a mixture of the two, but you were thankful that he didn't address you or make any unfortunate comments. Before handing Suguru to him, you give a kiss on his forehead, Satoru was extremely annoyed, you whisper a few words in the deceased's ear and then the wounds on his body disappeared and the missing arm grew back, from bones to flesh, for an instant you could swear he was alive, for even the colour of his skin was back to how it was before. You would never let Suguru be buried looking that horrible and believe me he knew that only you could do that.

Then you linked your hands together in front of your chest with your eyes closed and let the cursed energy inside you flow into the frozen grass to the heavens. The snow disappeared and the sky opened up, spring descended and the sun appeared on the horizon announcing the arrival of dawn, the flowers on the hill blossomed, and the birds sang again, the once dead tree came back to life, the flowers and fruits were born even brighter than they used to be. The hill filled with life once more, as if winter had never come.

"Like in the world?!" Satoru exclaimed stunned, and you stood up slowly with the body in your arms, you stared at each other in silence for a minute before you handed it to him. "Looks like Suguru was right when he said you could fix anything, even death." He laughs in a sinister way.

"!!!"

You say nothing but your expression said it all; you feared that your secrets would be discovered by this person, the truth about your true nature was something that no one in this world should know, it doesn't seem that Satoru knows anything but the chance that Suguru might have let something slip in his last moments makes you distressed. You remain silent as Satoru buries him and walks down the hill to pick some flowers to leave over the grave. You return to the tree and now there is only a rectangular mark in the earth, there is no plaque saying Suguru Geto lies buried here; no, there is only a tree, a handful of flowers and two idiots here.

"He wanted you to be buried here because he said you could bring life back to this place." Gojo reaches out to pick up a rose petal that danced in the air, before crumpling it and releasing it for the wind to carry again. "I guess he was right."

"Not entirely." You interrupt him without intending to, in fact you could make the sky open up and flowers bloom in the middle of winter, but just that, you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear and look away. "I can't resurrect anyone, before you want to nail me as Christ, that's temporary, an imaginary space. It's not real."

"It looks pretty real to me." He retorts dismissively as he pats the tree trunk, you roll your eyes.

"It'll let it be at some point. It's not real."

"Like the people you killed?" you feel a shiver run down your spine as you see Satoru's shadow approach you, you turn towards him abruptly and stumble, you take a few steps backwards in order to increase the distance between you but he continues to approach. "It's time to pay for what you've done."

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━ to be continued; ﹢ ⌑ ﹒

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umnitsa · 10 months

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what you say about going to the lake with alexei, i know for sure that he will make the summer days even hotter

thank you in advance for the story

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Summary: Alexei, a *mostly* private beach, and the results of his teasing.

A/N: I really hope you don’t mind me changing the prompt a little bit. I’m Brazilian, from Rio de Janeiro, and when you said ‘summer days with Alexei’ I immediately imagined him at the beach. Also: oh, god, I don't know where all of this came from. Damn. i really hope you like it <3

Pairing: Alexei x fem!Reader

CW: PIV (unprotected, please don't do this), Alexei trying to tease, riding, semi-public setting, Alexei as a bond girl (you'll understand when you read it).

You huffed, carrying your backpack and two bags of groceries; Alexei was carrying at least five times more, with a huge smile on his face. The wind blew on his face as the boat surrounded the island, making small stops to let people out.

You asked for a small vacation, Alexei decided on a tropical island, very hidden, very private, and very remote. It sounded dreamy.

After hours of flying, a bus, and now a boat, you were close to the house.

You watched Alexei, in his mid-thigh shorts and his tank top, the blue-ish tattoos visible on his shoulders and his chest. He looked at you over the aviator sunglasses, the dark baseball hat was pulled back. He was grinning wildly, and once you looked back, he wiggled his eyebrows.

“You look so excited!” You giggled, nuzzling his chest.

“Few days alone with you, on the beach! Of course, I’m excited.” Alexei chuckled. “Also, I got new swimsuit, I’m curious if you will like it.”

The boat stopped, and one of the crew gave you a sign. You two disembarked on the dock, thanking profusely.

You gave Alexei one of the bags and checked your mobile, for the exact location of the house. It looked like a small fishing village and the beach was long, with a short line of sand. The house was close to the dock, hidden from direct view by some trees. Discreet.

You reached the house and settled in just in time to watch the sunset. You were both so tired you just took showers and went to bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

***

You woke up before Alexei, and he looked so beautiful, all sprawled on the bed, you decided not to wake him up. You put on a bikini and moved to the kitchen, to make yourself some coffee. You sat down with your mug on the balcony, sipping on your coffee, letting the sun caress your skin.

You sipped on the warm coffee, listening to the waves, until you heard Alexei’s heavy steps around the house. You smiled, closing your eyes.

“Ta-daaa.” Alexei said softly, entering the living room. “Ready to swim?”

You turned, to look at him, and the sight made you gasp. He stood in the living room, arms open, wearing only a pair of deep red swim briefs, showcasing his strong thighs. He turned around, so you could see his whole body. You sighed, squeezing your thighs together; he stood close to you and picked your mug, taking a sip and looking outside.

Alexei looked down to you, still watching him move, wide-eyed, your jaw slack. He smirked.

“You like?”

“For some reason I expected you would wear swim trunks. Or shorts. This…” You whistled, then chuckled.

“Why should I, if you like my body that much?” His voice was soft; he blushed a bit. You raised a hand and slid your palm down his side and over his ass. “Oooo, myshka.” He chuckled softly. You smacked his ass and he choke on the coffee, then laughed. He placed the mug on the small table by the chair and held a hand to you. “Stand up, let me see you.”

You chuckled and stood up, he whistled appreciatively. Alexei wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up, nuzzling your cheek.

“You keep looking at me like this and these will get too tight.” He chuckled and kissed your cheek.

“I don’t think I wanna swim anymore.” You kissed him lightly, sighing.

He laughed, squeezing your ass, and stepping back.

“Swim first. I’ll let you rub sunscreen on me.”

***

Alexei smiled as he entered the water. He had teased you as much as he could up to now, and he enjoyed every single sigh and whimper that came from your lips during the whole time.

He knew he could push you further. He wanted to see you lose control, for once.

And he secretly hoped it would happen soon. You felt so good under his hands as he applied sunscreen on you. He almost gave his plan up and licked one bead of sweat that slid down your neck into your cleavage.

Alexei swam a few laps along the beach, enjoying the currents, then floated for a little while, watching as you turned to get your tan.

You stretched, lazily, enjoying the empty beach, and sat up.

Alexei raised from the sea, one hand rubbing down his face, then smoothing his hair back with the other. Water running over his body, glistening under the sun, he walked in your direction. You raised your sunglasses over your head, in time to see him lazily rubbing a big hand over his chest. With each step of his, more and more of his body appeared, and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He smiled, droplets of water running down his chest, as he took the last steps towards you.

You could only think of tracing his tattoos with the tips of your fingers and tongue.

Alexei stood in front of you, hands on his hips, looking down at you. You licked your lips, and he rearranged himself into his briefs.

You stood up, grabbed your towel, and packed everything silently, under Alexei’s puzzled expression.

“Enough swimming.” You said, tense, your thighs rubbing together.

“But you didn’t…” Alexei interrupted himself with a chuckle as you stared at him, lips pressed into a line. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him in the direction of the house. “What happened, myshka?” He asked, feigning innocence.

“You happened.” You grumbled.

Alexei moaned softly, squeezing his cock with his free hand, then picked you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He almost ran to the house.

He gently placed you on the ground and you pushed him towards the deck chair in the balcony.

“Myshka!” He laughed, as you climbed on him, licking the salt from his neck. He moaned, his hands moving to rest gently on your hips. You straddled his thighs and rubbed against him.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?” You asked almost angrily, pulling his briefs down, and releasing his cock. He watched you, with wide eyes as you pulled your bikini to the side and pushed his cock into you. Tou trembled, eyes closing, under his gaze. “Fuck, you feel so good…”

“People will see us…” He whispered softly, squeezing your hips, but doing nothing to stop you.

“I. Don’t. Care!” You growled, punctuating each word with a thrust of your hips, pulling a moan from him. Alexei moaned, grabbing your hair and pulling you to kiss him.

You grabbed his chest, sinking your nails in his skin, bouncing as fast as you could, his hands moving over your ass. You sat up, to watch his face; he pulled your bikini down, releasing your breasts, your nipples hardened.

Alexei took one breast in his hand, pinching a nipple as you bounced, and his eyes shifted from your face to the other, until he leaned to bite and suck on it. You sped up, slamming your hips against him to drown your frustration. He moaned, leaning back and grabbing your hips.

“Harder?” He asks and you whine.

He grabs your hips and lifts you up like a doll, pulling you hard against his hips, as hard as he knows you can take it. You moan loudly, aroused by his strength, by his ability to lift you as if you weighed nothing.

Alexei grunted with each thrust, your hands on his shoulders, so you could balance yourself. He watched you, focused.

“Come for me.” He ordered; his voice low, almost like a growl. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, splashing between your bodies. Alexei looked at you in awe, mouth half open, and weakened his thrusts, to focus on how you felt around him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You whined, and he renewed the vigorous thrusting. “One more, Alexei, one more.”

Alexei closed his eyes, frowning, trying to hold his own climax, so he could give you exactly what you asked for. You bounced on him, your body going slack, and when he opened his eyes, they were glassy and wide.

“Please, love… Please…” He begged. You felt yourself tightening again, soaring through a second orgasm. Alexei hugged you, wrapping himself tight around your body, and with a last powerful thrust emptied himself inside you.

“Fuck.” He said softly against your hair. He kissed your forehead, unwilling to move.

Eventually, the heat was too much to stand and he released you, with a groan.

“You will be the death of me. I am old man.” He said softly, between chuckles, carrying you to the shower.

#alexei shostakov x reader #alexei shostakov #red guardian #red guardian x reader #mayb writes

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sorvete-de-pacoca · 10 months

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leave me or watch me die in your arms

This is the prototype of Good People, I'm quite proud of it so I will post it here.

//nsfw, pseudo incest (bc they 're not rly father/son)

Luciano drinks alone tonight. A regular thing since Martin had kicked him out, threw his clothes at his feet and slammed the door in his face. The blond had gotten tired of trying to save anything between them when Luciano wasn’t putting any work on it. It had been a month already and just yesterday he saw that he posted a photo of him with Manuel. The blond still ignores him. Oh well, at least he’s happy. It was his fourth glass and he was already tipsy. While not human, it didn’t mean the alcohol had no effect on beings like them. He wanted to get his mind empty for a moment and not struggle with all the confused feelings he had been dealing with.

“Easy there, you’re gonna drink the whole bar at this rate” Luciano is startled by a sudden hand gripping his shoulder, and goes wide-eyed when the culprit of his mental turmoil smiles at him. Afonso sits at his side and orders a drink, plus a glass of water that he slides at him “here, we don’t want you puking all over the place do we?”

“I’m not gonna-” he slurs but the hiccup in his throat says otherwise. He’s embarrassed that he’s getting babied by his father in the worst moment ever. What the hell was he doing in Rio de Janeiro anyway?

“We have a meeting this week you airhead” Afonso's answer makes him realize he had said that out loud.

“Oh” He knew there was something to do with sugar exportation!

“What happened? You don’t look like yourself”

“I’m fine…” now get out

“Okay…” Afonso doesn't push for an answer and takes a swing of his drink. Luciano knew this was another one of his tricks, pretending to be uninterested until he felt comfortable enough to start spilling the beans. He did that since Luciano was a kid and it was working again, damn it.

“Martin kicked me out…”

“Oh? When?” Afonso questions.

"Last month, I think."

“You guys looked fine! What happened?”

“I..don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

Afonso nods and doesn’t push. Luciano catches him pursing his lips.

C’mon, ask. I know you wanna ask if he knows.

But he doesn’t. Instead he changes the subject. Luciano sighs and just goes with it. The real subject they should be discussing is getting ignored. But after a few more shots he can let loose. They laugh together about some dumb thing that happened when Afonso went grocery shopping. And about Francis' new lover.

“Looks like he won’t stop until he has dicked down the whole Europe!” Luciano’s comment makes Afonso burst into laughter. After recovered Afonso curses

“Foda-se. Guess not everyone is lucky with love huh?”

Luciano agrees with half of a smile. Afonso realizes his mistake “Oh shoot! I’m sorry I didn't mean to…”

“It’s fine, it's fine.” Luciano snorts, with his elbow over the counter, his cheek rested on his hand,“Things were not working out anyway. It wasn’t…fun anymore.”

“Relationships aren’t always fiery and passionate, you kids gotta remember that. Hope you two can still make amends.”

“Maybe I want someone else” Luciano let it escape. Once again Afonso presses his lips together. All of Luciano’s mental brakes were gone thanks to the alcohol, He slid his hand closer to him, nudging his’.

“Luciano..”

“I guess… it would be easier if we were strangers to each other” Their eyes meet, and he wants to drown in the dark green of those eyes. "Don't you agree?"

Afonso’s fidgets with his glass. “You’re…” the older man begins “a good son for me Luciano. I wouldn’t want to forget about that”

Luciano 's expression turns sour.

I’ve never agreed to that

Luciano bumps into the counter when he gets up, wanting to get out of there as fast as he could. He places money for the barman, not caring for the change. Afonso, startled, doesn’t try to call for him.

It’s your fault. Afonso 's brain accuses. It always was. His ugly heart caused him pain again. Stop moping, get up and go help him like a decent father would do! His mind ordered. It should have surprised him to find Luciano still outside struggling to open the car’s door, but it didn’t. Just like it didn’t surprise him to see the young man turn around and stare at him, his cheeks flushed by the alcohol.

“What are you doing here?” Luciano asked in the same panic as someone that was found embarrassing himself.

Afonso walked up to him, they were so close their chests were touching, he could feel Luciano’s breath on his neck. Damn kid was taller than him now. Afonso grabbed the keys pendant between his fingers and unlocked the car’s door. Luciano stayed behind him, immovable, his eyes scanning him. He goes and opens the back door for him.

“Give me your address-” Afonso was going to say he would drive him home. But is cut by Luciano, who pushes him into the back seat.

“Wha–!?”

“Not now. Not tonight. Let me…” the young man clumsily manages to sit on his lap, his legs spread and his hands resting on the older man’s chest. “You owe me this…”

Luciano pins him, burying a hand under his shirt and lifting it, exposing the man’s stomach. Like a hungry man he leans and tastes the skin. Afonso had all the strength necessary to push him away. But his own body betrays him, he doesn’t move. Why can’t he move?

You know why

“Mine” Luciano groans as he nips the flesh. Causing Afonso to shiver. His breath hitches when the younger man applies more pressure into the bite. Luciano pushes up his shirt and Afonso catches himself helping him by lifting his body just enough so he could take it off. Luciano leans closer, he can see the drunk desire in his eyes. A reflection of his own. Luciano's kiss is messy, one he was holding up for a long time. Afonso can taste the alcohol in his breath but he couldn’t care less. He also doesn’t care for the weak voice of his conscience telling him to stop and how he was once again taking advantage of Luciano’s moment of weakness. The dragon inside his heart once again desired to take, the beast claws his son’s back, bringing him closer.

In his desperation Luciano moves his hips against him. His guts burning in need. Afonso groans into his mouth when he feels the younger man’s erection against him. There was a sick pleasure watching the younger nation so desperate, enough to rut him like an animal. His hands travel downwards and he grabs his ass, pressing him closer.

“Ah fuck” Luciano gasps and speeds his thrusts. A wet spot already forming in the fabric of his shorts. He would love to fuck Afonso properly but in his state he would rather die than stop right now. The image of it fueling his fire. He imagines him pinning the older nation and fucking him while he sobbed his name. Luciano lifts him by his waist and positions him so both cocks are rubbing together. Afonso moans, his hands now are over his torso. He grabs his shirt and pulls.

“Faster…” He demands. And Luciano obeys. And when his thrusts lose rhythm he assumes he's already close. And without a warning Luciano abruptly stops. He moans while cumming under his shorts. Wanting his turn, Afonso keeps him in place while grinding against him, chasing his own release. But when Luciano leans abruptly he freezes. He can’t see what he’s looking at with the man towering over him, but Luciano bites his lips, shutting himself up and hiding after spotting a couple standing a few meters from the car they're in.

Damnit, he forgot they’re in public.

By the shadows moving inside the car, the couple had left, with a good story to tell their friends, that was sure. Under him, Afonso groans annoyed. Already guessing what had happened.

“Are they gone?” he asks.

“Yeah..”

Afonso tries to push him and Luciano promptly moves out of the way. He moves to the front seat, the other man stays on the back. Right, he was going to drive his drunk ass back home. When he stops at a red light the light of a pole illuminates inside. Afonso grimaces at his own pants, a wet spot painted his left side. From the rearview mirror he notices Luciano staring outside. Probably the high of his orgasm had runned out and now embarrassment was hitting. Afonso decides to keep quiet during the ride. Luciano only breaks the silence occasionally to give him directions to his house, one of the many the nation had, little particular museums some of their kind kept along their respectives territories. Afonso had a faint memory of this one, but it seems it was reformed recently. He opens the door for Luciano but it ends up not being necessary, he could walk just fine.

Luciano crashes on the couch. Afonso needs water so he makes himself at home and goes to his kitchen. He had forgotten to do the dishes, denounced by the pile of dirty plates and cups in the sink. Also forgot to buy groceries based on what he saw in his fridge. God, how did he survived during all these centuries? Afonso drinks his water in one go from a tea cup. He then splashes water in his face to calm down his own nerves. He hoped Luciano had already fallen asleep to avoid the awkwardness. When he goes to check he’s satisfied he was conceived at least one blessing today. Luciano had only time to take off his shoes before snoozing. Afonso smiles, his son looks so calm and serene.

You ruined him.

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Luciano wakes up next morning with a faint memory of last night, a headache and a clean sink.

#hetalia #lh brazil #hws portugal #hws brazil #portbra #wfsn

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la-semillera · 5 days

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Lygia Clark & Hélène Cixous

Erase otra vez la misma historia, repitiendo a través de los siglos el destino amoroso de la mujer, su cruel esquema mistificador. Y cada historia, cada mito Ie dice: «no hay sitio para tu destino en nuestros asuntos de Estado». EI amor es un asunto deumbral. Para nosotros, hombres, que estamos hechos para triunfar, para ascender en la escala social, Ia tentación es buena porque nos incita, nos empuja, alimenta nuestras ambiciones. Pero la realización es peligrosa. EI deseo no debe desaparecer. Para nosotros, vosotras, las mujeres, representáis la eterna amenaza, Ia anticultura. No nos quedamos en vuestras casas, nos vamos a reposar a nuestras camas. Rondamos. Seducidnos, enervadnos, es todo lo que os pedimos. No hagáis de nosotros unos seres blandos, aletargados, femeninos, sin preocupaciones de tiempo ni de dinero. Para nosotros, el amor a vuestro modo es la muerte. Asunto de umbrales: todo está en suspenso, en el pronto, siempre diferido. Mas allá está La caída: sumisión del uno al otro, domesticación, reclusión en la familia, en el rol social. A fuerza de leer esta historia-que-acaba-bien, ella aprende los caminos que Ia conducen a la «perdida» que es su destino. Una vueltecita y luego se va. Un beso, y el se va. Su deseo, fragil, que se sustentaba en la carencia, se mantiene gracias a la ausencia: el hombre continua. Como si no consiguiera tener lo que tiene. ¿Dónde esta ella, la mujer, en todos los espacios que él frecuenta, en todas las escenas que prepara en el interior de la clausura literaria? Hay muchas respuestas, las conocemos: ella está en Ia sombra. En la sombra que él proyecta en ella, que ella es. Noche para su dia, así se ha imaginado desde siempre. Oscuridad para su blancura. Excluida del espacio de su sistema, ella es la inhibición que asegura al sistema su funcionamiento.

_ Hèléne Cixous. La risa de la Medusa: Ensayos sobre la escritura –Teoría feminista y cultura contemporánea- Prólogo y traducción de Ana María Moix. Cultura y Diferencia, serie dirigida por Mirian Díaz-Diocaretz y asesorada por Iris M. Zavala. Pensamiento Crítico/Pensamiento Utópico 88. ANTHROPOS. Puerto Rico 1995.

_ Lygia Clark, Estruturas de Caixa de Fósforos, 1964. © O Mundo de Lygia Clark-Associação Cultural, Rio de Janeiro

#lygia clark #hélène cixous

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ausetkmt · 21 days

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From my understanding and research, it appears that the Portuguese/Brazilian slave holders possessed this strange propensity to mask their enslaved population.

One can just imagine the agony of wearing an iron bridle in the subtropic heat, day in and day out. The utter misery and torment of enslavement coupled with an unbearable torture devise like the "dirt eating mask" must have yielded untold suffering for those wearing these vile devices.

Add on to that the burdensome iron slave collar with prongs for extra torture, along with enslavement in perpetuity and the hopeless tyranny of enslavement seems too extreme to wrap your mind around.--Ron Edwards, US Slave Blog

Escrava Anastacia

So, on with the story from Matt Branson: "I had lived in Rio De Janero for a few years. One day while out down town, I came across a little head of a black girl wearing an iron mask. I had already collected quite a few strange looking statues and thought she would fit in just fine with the rest of them. She pecked my curiosity and I wanted to know more about her."

The story I discovered concerning this new, small statue, was about a child named Anastacia. A black female slave brought from the west coast of Africa to Brazil. Her mother had been forcibly taken by her white owner for his physical pleasures. A child was conceived, the first black child to be born with blue eyes. The cruelty and guilt of this plantation owner drove him to have the baby sent far away, concealing from his wife his indiscretion as well as his violence.

"A man I had met in Rio first told me the tale of Anastacia and of the church in which her image is honored. The truth is that little remains to prove her existence. Two accounts exist, the one above and the following narrative, both of which explain my interest in this amazing woman. My experiences in life, and particularly in Brazil, leads me to believe she truly was a real person. " -MATTHEW BRANSON The Story of Anastacia - The Slave Girl

Based on oral tradition and translated from a Brazilian website Worshipped in Brazil as a saint and heroine, Anastacia is considered one of the most important woman in black history within the culture of Rio de Janeiro. "Her story still has the power to move us to awe and compassion and for that reason alone, I want to make her real to those that don't know about her."

Anastacia's birth is linked to the tale of Delminda. Some say Delminda was from the Bantu tribe (originating in about 2,000 B.C.E. in southern Nigeria and Cameroon), a daughter of the royal family of Galanga brought to Brazil in 1740 with a cargo of 112 slaves. One version of the story is as follows. Delminda was extremely pretty. She was sold in the harbour by Antonio Rodrigues Velho.

She had been raped by a white man and was sold pregnant to Joaquina Pompeu. Delminda gave birth that same year on the 5th March to the blue eyed Anastacia. She was the first black girl with blue eyes in Brazil. It is at this point the two stories seem to merge. Whether or not she was separated from her mother or remained with Delminda, all seem to agree on what comes next. As she grew up Anasatcia became the obsession of the owner's son, Joaquin Antonio.

Very beautiful, It is said that all the white women around were jealous of her, so encouraged Joaquin to make her wear the slave mask. As a punishment for repeatedly refusing his advances, he raped her and condemned her to wear the iron mask for the rest of her life, only removing it once a day to eat. She lived for some years before the toxicity of the metal from the mask became poisonous.

Some accounts claim she was performing miracles toward the end of her life. It became gossip amongst the poor that she could heal because she had found it in her heart to forgive the torture she had suffered, and that she even healed her owner's son of some disease. At that moment she became a saint for many of the poor.

Some continue today petitioning Rome, to have her canonized as St. Anastacia of Rio. There is a statue and a place of worship in Vas Lobo, where pilgrims flock to worship her. She has more than twenty-eight million followers, though I was surprised to find that most of the Brazilian's I have met have never heard of her.

She is exclusive to the poor of Rio and the descendants of slaves. Some link her image with a number of paintings by Etienne Victor Arago (b. 1755 d. 1855), a French watercolourist who traveled in Brazil sometime between 1817-1820. His known works portrayed gold mining slaves who were also forced to wear iron masks, so as not to hide or swallow gold nuggets while they were digging.

She died in Rio after years of agony, her remains were housed in the Church of Rosario, in downtown Rio, but disappeared after a fire. Anastacia became a religious myth, performing miracles, even until today. Many people continue to pray to her when they are sick. Then they are healed.

Punishment for slaves. Painting of African person with neck shackled and mouth muzzled. Jacques Etienne Arago. Castigo de Escravos, 1839. English: Punishiment for slaves. Português: Castigo de Escravo. Museu Afro Brasil (São Paulo).

Her history was miraculously recovered in 1968, when an exhibition to celebrate 90 years of the abolition of slavery was held in the Church of Rosario. In the back of the church was found a portrait of her by Arago. "As you can see, there are a few different accounts of her existence, of Anastacia, the slave girl. She would have been forgotten entirely if it hadn't been for a portrait by Arago.

Mystery is part of her story as it is part of the life of this French painter who sailed the seas between Australia and South America. There are conflicting tales as to whether or not Arago is buried in Paris or in Rio itself.

Human Rights are for all of us and slavery is not a condition for humanity. I continuously lived in Brazil from 1985 to 1992. Around 1987, a television news broadcast in Rio said authorities had found a farmer in the middle of nowhere in rural Brazil, who operated his farm with all his workers in chains. He repeatedly advertised jobs through the press in Sao Paulo and when anyone arrived to work, he made a slave of them, one-hundred and ten years after the abolition of slavery.

How can we be so unconscious as to not know about these things? How can we be apathetic to the conditions of others? I would like to put Anastacia into the history books, in Brazil and everywhere else. She represents the suffering of people that have been forgotten and are still being ignored today.

#The Story of The Legendary Icon Anastacia: Escrava Anastacia #Anastasia #brazil #Blue eyes #slavery #punishment

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inutilidadeaflorada · 9 months

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Perdurar

Emana intercadência da pele de cera Precipícios esgarçados dançam ao redor da língua Moem utensílios com lágrimas, e preces colecionáveis Aos pigmentos contraditórios de um azul litígio

As pernas que ritmam grilhões invisíveis Há um cheiro depurando um rosto As pupilas propõe lembranças nas silhuetas Mastigando surpresas, mentindo belezas

Ulisses, me tenha perto a lei do corpo: Enfim encontrada a promessa para fora De espinhos e moinhos, o homem cala sua chaga Agora rezando sua hipótese desconfiada

Nauseante paladar: Há bandeira entre os dentes Nauseante olfato: Há o enxofre manifestado nesta ocasião Nauseante tato: Eis um cemitério em que costelas pesam moedas Nauseante audição: O silêncio já antecipa indagações

A novidade desacelera, o cheiro era um álibi Eucalipto, asas de barata, madeira úmida Olhos insistentes pesando o oposto de relógios Os filhos dos desejos pontuais pedem por reajuste

Imagens de falhas na parede são indisolúveis Pois são de uma época que o pesar era a luxúria Com o corpo se amava outras imagens Com a fala se recitava a reverência a cada oportunidade

Há esforço dos pregos em rivalizarem com o tempo Contra um janeiro expresso, essa casa já faz mobílias desaparecerem Cada impressão de cada morador que já precarizou cada infiltração Há uma nefasta certeza: As paredes daqui são catedrais de anjos emancipados

Ciente de cada furto que a argamassa esconde Cores bestas, nomes infrutíferos e tijolos gastos A notícia corre a boca da conquista O obituário posterga a uma esquina de distância...

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tecontos · 1 year

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Matei a vontade de levar rola no meu cú (11-02-2023)

By; Ariely

Oi, me chamo Ariely, tenho 22 anos, sou solteira, moro sozinha. O que contarei aconteceu nesse final de semana passado no sábado.

A noite agitada aqui no Rio de Janeiro proporciona um leque imenso de opções pra me jogar e me divertir a vontade... mas eu estava excitada, estimulada e queria apenas e tão somente transar, principalmente de fazer algo em específico numa transa... vulgarmente falando, eu estava com vontade de dar o meu cu...

Pois bem, e eis que eu peguei meu celular e liguei pra um ficante meu: casado:

- Oi, papaiziinhooorr? (eu apelidei ele de papai por ele ser mais velho que eu, ele tem 40 anos e eu ter 22)

- Você é maluca, menina? Minha esposa tá aqui perto... Já te pedi pra ligar pra mim só quando eu tiver no trabalho... aqui é arriscado...

- Ah, paizinho, mas é que eu liguei pra te fazer um pedido... na verdade, um pedido de urgência urgentíssima...(eu)

- Que é que foi?

- Sabe o que é? Então... é que hoje, papaizinho lindo, o meu cu tá pedindo muuuuuiito rola... Vem aqui, vem, papaiziinhoorr... vem me enrabar gostoso, vem?(eu)

- Safada, não faz isso... sabe que hoje tenho que ficar com a esposa...

- Pooxa, papaiziinhoorr... mas meu cuzinho rosadinho tá aqui só piscando direto... pedindo tua rola, papai... e o senhor sabe que quando o meu cuzinho quer comer uma rola, eu tenho que dar, pois ele é muito exigente e não descansa enquanto não come rola... Vem aqui, vem?(eu)

- Tu me liga só pra me provocar, né cachorra? Só pra me imaginar de pau duro, né?

- aaiii, papaiizinhooorr, melhor nem imaginar teu pau duro, pois aí meu cuzinho fica mais ansioso, doidinho pra ser fudido...(eu)

- Cachoorra... domingo passado eu meti tanto minha pica nesse teu cu, sua vadia... e tu ainda quer mais?

- Vou fazer o quê se o meu cu adora comer o teu pau? Vem, anda...(eu)

- Pega um vibrador e mete nele, amor.. Fica brincando que esse fogo passa...

- Não, não e não... eu me recuso a meter qualquer coisa no meu cuzinho lindo... nem dedo, nem rola de plástico e nem nada... quero uma rola de carne, de verdade, a sua, paizinhoooorr... Tô sem tomar no meu cuzinho desde domingo, passei uma semana com as minhas preguinhas piscando direto... quero rola no meu cu, a sua rola gostosa... essa rolona grossa e dura que você tem, todinha bem aqui no meu cuzinho... vem, agora!! (eu)

- Caralho, loira, puta que o pariu, como tu é puta, hein? Nossa, eu nem tava pensando em safadezas, e da hora pra outra tu me deixa aqui assim, de pau doendo dentro da minha calça... porra, não faz assim...

- Poorra, paiziinhoorr, faz assim comigo nããõo... a tua ninfetinha só quer tomar um pouquinho no cuzinho rosadinho deeelaaa... e depois tu volta aí pra tua mulher, ora... faz isso comigo nããõoo... vem papai, veeiimm... vem meter rola no cuzinho da tua ninfetinha, veeimm?(eu)

- Não dá... desculpa, amor...

- Papaizinho?(eu)

- Fala...

- Deixa eu te contar uma coisa... sabia que toda vez queee... que eu fico uma semana sem dá a minha bunda, o meu cuzinho fica beeem apertadinho, sabiiaa? Nossa, eu ia gemer tão gostoso quando a tua rola entrasse nele, sabia?... Lembra quando tu tirou o cabaço dele, lembra? Lembra que eu fiquei toooda manhosa e até chorei quando tu meteu no meu cuu. Pois é, acho que se tu metesse hoje, eu ia me comportar como se eu tivesse perdendo o cabaço do meu cu, sabia?(eu)

- Sua putaaa... não faz assim comiigooo.. Se eu for aí no teu ap eu vou acabar te rasgando o cu de tanto que eu vou te socar a minha rola, sua cachorra....

- Para, não promete o que não vai fazer... tô chateadinha com você, viu, papaizinho? Sabe que a sua filhinha ninfetinha adooora rola no cuzinho e fica me negando... que maldade...(eu)

- Filha da puutaarr... vou te esfolar o cu assim...

- Vai é naadaa... sabe o que tu é, papaizinho? Um pica mole... um bosta... fica negando meter rola no cu de uma ninfetinha? Tô aqui deitada nua na minha cama... com o meu cu piscando direto querendo rola... mas tu não quer dar...Tô magoada com você, viu? (eu)

- Não fala assim... sabe que eu nunca te neguei fogo...

- Pica mole...(eu)

- Para, menina...

- Pica mole, pica mole, pica mole...(eu)

Ele não aguentou ter a virilidade dele insultada e em menos de 20 minutos ela estava aqui chegando no meu apartamento... e nossa, eu até me assustei quando ele chegou em mim de uma vez e agressivo, com sangue nos olhos, me pegando pelos braços e me jogando na cama... e me estapeando a bunda com fortes tapas... e quase que de repente ele enfiou a cara no meio da minha bunda...

Eu gemi descontrolado, pois a língua dele cutucava e remexia rápido no meu cuzinho me deixando muito louca, estremecendo de tesão, pois a língua do safado era movimentada agitadamente e me fazendo contorcer de bruços na minha cama. Comigo gemendo horrores e ficando mais e mais com vontade de sentir o pau dele dentro...

E pra minha satisfação, não demorou muito para que ele erguesse seu corpo, me puxasse e me coloca-se de quatro na marra, ele esfregou rapidamente o pau no meu cu e meteu, onde eu disse:

- "aaiii papaaii, que roola mais duuuraaarrr..."

Claro que doeu, mas foi justamente a dor causada pela pica dele entrando no meu cu, que me fez estremecer toda de voz ofegante...enquanto esse filho da puta ficou me segurando pelas ancas, me puxando e ao mesmo tempo batendo forte e violento a virilha dele na minha loira bunda virada para ele quatro, onde ele socava, socava, socava a rola no meu cu, que eu pedia:

- "aaii papaai, aaii papaaii, aaii papaiziinho que pica gostoosaaa, não paaraa, não para, aiiiiiii... sooca, soocaarr, soocaa, soocaa, assimm, assimm, ...aaii meu cuuuu..."

E ele socando, socando, socando, socando, me segurando pelas ancas e desfrutando da visão maravilhosa da minha bunda toda aberta e com ele me metendo sem cansar:

- "não paaraa, não paaraa, iissoo, iissoo, faz meu cu gozar faaz, faz meu cu gozaar... soca roola no cu da tua putinha papaiziiinhooorr, soocaarrr, aaiii caraaalho, meu cu tá goozaanndooo"

Nossa, que varada, eu aqui tomava de quatro e toda empinada, sendo sacolejada com rapidez enquanto a rola dele ia e vinha no meu cu, fudendo, esfolando minhas preguinhas rosadinhas, gozei de novo e ele não parava, não parava, não parava, gemendo feito um bicho e me socando, socando, socando...

Ele aumentou tão rápido que eu gozei caindo de bruços e ele veio junto, deitando nas minhas suadas costas e ainda me socando rola sem dó no meu cu, quicando virilha na minha bunda e sacudindo a cama junto: arrebentando a minha bunda e o meu cu de dor... e nessa dor eu me descontrolei a gemer e revirar os olhos que eu apaguei...

Isso mesmo, eu tomei tão rápido no meu cu que eu desmaiei, apaguei, por conta do tesão do orgasmo ter se espalhado em mim e me descontrolado entre gemidos se ar. Foi mais ou menos 25 a 30 minutos de rola no meu cu bem acelerado...

Uns 20 segundos depois dele ter gozado e deu ter apagado ele me acordou, já estava saindo da cama e indo pro banho, destinado a voltar pra esposa dele e eu rindo deitada de bruços e completamente ferrada de dor e satisfação, com o meu cu piscando arrombado...

Isso aconteceu no sábado, e aqui estou eu em plena quarta feira, louquinha pra dar meu cu de novo.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Ariely

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equipaportugal · 3 months

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Alterações

🌟 Novidades

Adicionámos títulos a várias notificações push nas aplicações móveis. Anteriormente, o título era apenas "Tumblr".

Nas páginas de pesquisa e marcadores, agora mostramos uma janela pop-up se uma publicação tiver um (ou mais) dos teus marcadores filtrados. Anteriormente, uma publicação com um marcador filtrado não era mostrada de todo.

Fizemos uma publicação sobre as invenções em que estivemos a trabalhar durante a nossa Hack Week de janeiro. Vai ao Tumblr Engineering e dá uma vista de olhos (só está disponível em inglês)!

Temos novos avatares de blogue predefinidos! Vais começar a vê-los nos novos blogues em breve.

Com base nos teus comentários, o Tumblr Patio agora inclui um seletor de blogues nas colunas de blogues, para poderes alternar rapidamente entre os teus blogues na mesma coluna.

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Corrigimos um problema que fazia com que o Windows 10 fosse apresentado como "Windows 10 10" na tua lista de sessões ativas.

Foi corrigido um problema na Web que apresentava incorretamente subavatares em blogues de grupo.

Corrigimos alguns conflitos de atalhos do teclado no Tumblr Patio. Já podes utilizar as setas para cima/para baixo para percorrer uma coluna. E podes utilizar o atalho shift+esquerda/direita para navegar entre colunas.

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sunriize · 4 months

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✮ você possui um recado de: Choi Seungcheol ✮

11 DE JANEIRO, 02:29

ham...eu nem sei se poderia estar fazendo isso, ou até mesmo com um telefone na mão enquanto eu tô bêbado, mas cara, isso tá me matando por dentro...caralho, eu tô chorando por você...13 dias sem você, era pra sermos o primeiro beijo de ano novo um do outro, era para estarmos coladinho agora, nesse exato momento e eu estraguei tudo... desculpa, desculpa, desculpa por colocar o trabalho acima de você, desculpa por gritar com você naquela noite, você sabe que eu nunca faria isso se estivesse em boas condições...eu só quero você de vol...ei, me devolve o celular Hoshi ---- oi, s/n, é o hoshi... então, o hyung não tá bem, ele tá bebendo demais e chorando demais e...sabe, tá deixando a gente preocupado, ele não era assim...ele mal mal se concentra nas atividades do grupo e... não é pra te preocupar nem nada, eu juro...mas até cancelar compromissos ele cancelou... dá só uma chance dele se explicar, o Jeonghan hyung já deu uma bronca gigantesca nele, ele sabe no que errou e porque errou...vou passar o celular pra ele...mas pensa direitinho ---- volta pra mim, gatinha, sem você eu não sou nada...sem você eu não funciono, tá doendo tanto aqui...eu prometo te fazer a mulher mais feliz do mundo e nunca mais te fazer chorar por algum erro meu...pensa direitinho...me liga quando escutar isso...eu te amo desde os 18 e sempre vou te amar...

#você possui um recado de: sunny #sunny's cellphone #sunriize

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neozhelps · 1 year

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ㅤㅤㅤ✧ﾠ—ﾠ⋆ﾠIDEIAS DE GRUPOS FICTÍCIOS.

vi que mandaram uma ask para a rinn sobre um rp de idols, e como eu sinto falta de criar meus grupinhos (sim, eu já fiz parte do lado do wattpad que faz grupos de idols e etc), decidi compartilhar com vocês as ideias que eu tive a algum tempo. se tiver interessade em usá-los em um rp, só peço que me dê os créditos direitinho.

— WICKED.

inspirações: 2ne1, brown eyed girls e t-ara.

WICKED (hangul: 위크드, rr: wikeudeu) é um girl group sul-coreano composto por quatro integrantes. O grupo debutou em 23 de junho de 2010 sob a empresa X Media. Em 18 de setembro de 2016 foi anunciado o disband do grupo e um processo contra a empresa, porém as integrantes voltaram a se reunir em 2019 sob uma nova empresa, Y Entertainment.

Elas ficaram conhecidas pelo conceito mais maduro, além de um pouco misterioso. Atualmente todas as integrantes tem carreiras solo e se reúnem ocasionalmente para lançar novas músicas. Elas tem entre 26 - 30 anos.

ideias de músicas:

midnight circus, sunny hill.

touch, miss a.

fire, 2ne1.

wonder woman, beg.

day by day, t-ara.

lonely, sistar.

hate you, ladies code.

— DESTINY!

inspirações: red velvet, le sserafim, itzy e (g)i-dle.

Destiny! (hangul: 대스티느, rr: daeseutineu) é um girl group sul-coreano composto por cinco integrantes. O grupo começou seu projeto de debut em dezembro de 2020 através do reality show Our Destiny Starts Here!, com uma apresentação especial de seu single pré-debut no Mnet Asian Music Awards. O debut oficial aconteceu em 5 de maio de 2021 pela empresa Y Entertainment.

Atualmente as integrantes do Destiny! são conhecidas por seus vários talentos e a discografia impecável, sendo consideradas as novas princesinhas da indústria. Elas tem entre 18 - 24 anos.

ideias de músicas:

not shy, itzy.

psycho, red velvet.

antifragile, le sserafim.

nxde, (g)i-dle.

love dive, ive.

spicy, aespa.

no, clc.

— LUCKY7.

inspirações: nct, stray kids, ateez e seventeen.

lucky7 (hangul: 러키새벤, rr: reoki saeben) é um boy group sul-coreano composto por sete integrantes. O grupo começou seu projeto de debut em outubro de 2022 através do reality show Lucky Road. O debut oficial aconteceu em 17 de janeiro de 2023 pela empresa Y Entertainment.

Seu estilo é experimental, podendo mudar em qualquer comeback, e os integrantes estão sempre participando da criação das músicas. Eles tem entre 19 - 24 anos.

ideias de músicas:

90's love, nct u.

s-class, stray kids.

deja vu, ateez.

hot, seventeen.

kick it, nct 127.

phantom, wayv.

now or never, sf9.

— HARMONY.

inspirações: 2pm, b1a4, beast e winner.

Harmony (hangul: 하모니, rr: hamony) é um boy group sul-coreano composto por cinco integrantes. Sua estreia aconteceu em 15 de janeiro de 2012 pela empresa Y Entertainment.

Eles ficaram conhecido por suas ballads emocionantes e os vocais que fazem jus ao nome do grupo. Tiveram um curto hiato desde 2019 por todos terem se alistado no exército juntos, mas seu comeback está previsto para 2022 em seu aniversário de dez anos. Eles tem entre 28 - 31 anos.

ideias de músicas:

adtoy, 2pm.

fiction, beast.

like a movie, b1a4.

for life, exo.

empty, winner.

i'm in trouble, nu'est.

haru haru, big bang.

— SKULLZ.

inspirações: xtraordinary heroes, txt, rolling quartz e day6.

SKULLZ (hangul: 스크즐스, rr: seukeujeulseu) é uma banda sul-coreana mista composta por cinco integrantes. A banda teve sua estreia em 31 de março de 2017 pela A Records, mas foram descobertos pelo público geral apenas após vencerem um concurso de bandas independentes em 2016.

Suas músicas com grandes influências no rock dos anos 90 e o emo dos anos 2000 marcaram a empresa, e o SKULLZ começou a crescer cada vez mais entre o público internacional. Eles tem entre 23 - 27 anos.

ideias de músicas:

blaze, rolling quartz.

shoot me, day6.

happy death day, xtraordinary heroes.

anti-romantic, txt.

pray, ftisland.

deja vu, dreamcatcher.

ring ma bell, billlie.

— WYF.

inspirações: wjsn, pristin, iz*one e fromis_9.

Wonder Youth Faith, também estilizado como WYF (hangul: 와이프, rr: waipeu) é um girl group sul-coreano composto por dez integrantes. O grupo foi formado pela Y Entertainment, e foi anunciado em 24 de maio de 2022 através de um concept trailer. Seu debut aconteceu no dia 12 de julho de 2022 com o single Fiesta.

Seu conceito é fantasioso e alegre, separando as integrantes em três units, sendo elas Wonder, Youth e Faith, com a center sendo a junção de todas. Elas tem entre 18 - 24 anos.

ideias de músicas:

panorama, iz*one.

we like, pristin.

love bomb, fromis_9.

save me save you, wjsn.

mago, gfriend.

feel special, twice.

where are you?, clc.

— POLARIS.

inspirações: exo, everglow, enhypen, kard.

Polaris (hangul: 포라리스, rr: polariseu) é um grupo misto sul-coreano composto por seis integrantes. Foi formado pela Y Entertainment e anunciado através do reality show Opposites Atrack em julho de 2022, mostrando a dinâmica entre os integrantes enquanto se preparavam para o debut, que ocorreu no dia 25 de setembro de 2022.

Assim como o WYF, Polaris é dividido em duas units, mas o foco é como os seis integrantes de gênero oposto formam um grupo poderoso e inovador. Eles tem entre 20 - 26 anos.

ideias de músicas:

first, everglow.

love-dazed, enhypen.

monster, exo.

gunshot, kard.

unforgiven, le sserafim.

ptt, loona.

because, dreamcatcher.

#── * ﾠ 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒ﾠ//ﾠself promo.#rp br #⊰ 🐚：mine: others ˎˊ˗

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gabsverse · 10 months

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não que Gwendolyn fosse antissocial, embora tampouco fosse do tipo alma da festa, mas a quantidade de desconhecidos que a olhavam de cima abaixo com toda a pompa que só se encontra em herdeiros nascidos em berço de ouro começava a incomodar. seu vestido não era de grife, mas certamente mais caro do que podia gastar. aberto demais considerando o tempo esperado em Seattle durante o mês de janeiro, mas sua mãe fizera questão que a moça o utilizasse. seria mentira dizer que não era uma das mais belas peças que já havia utilizado, mas a sensação de estar sendo exposta em uma vitrine era inevitável quando sabia muito bem as intenções da senhora Green. já fazia pouco mais de um mês que a mais velha falava do tal Travis Reynolds e de como a jovem devia conhecê-lo, pois era um ótimo rapaz e um bom partido para casar. e ah, se não conhecesse a própria mãe há tanto tempo, até teria esboçado toda sua incredulidade. sabia, porém, que de nada serviria. se a mulher havia colocado aquela ideia na cabeça, nada tiraria. o fato de estarem naquela festa era a maior prova disso. e tudo que Gwendolyn queria fazer, era fugir para distante dos olhares que a mediam e julgavam. se a roupa não deixasse claro o suficiente a humildade da família, o sotaque escocês fazia um bom trabalho em garantir mais alguns olhares que a faziam sentir um bicho num zoológico.

sufocada, aproveitou a distração da mãe por um instante para caminhar para fora do salão. o caminho para o jardim não estava bloqueado, mas tampouco iluminado o suficiente - em uma sútil mensagem de que não era parte das festividades da noite. ótimo! pois a jovem não queria fazer parte destas. o vento gelado lhe atingiu o rosto de imediato, e só então notou o quão quente sua pele estava. as bochechas deviam estar vermelhas, e se não, certamente ficariam diante do frio. apesar de preferir temperaturas mais amenas, a sensação térmica do lado de fora lhe fizera sentir como se tivesse escapado de uma prisão. antes que sua mãe pudesse encontrá-la, decidiu caminhar jardim adentro, longe do campo de visão dos convidados. havia pedaços mais escuros, e outros iluminados por alguns postes de luz estrategicamente posicionado. a Green não fazia questão de tentar saber por onde andava, os pés apenas se moviam enquanto o som da música da festa ficava mais e mais abafado e distante. até ser totalmente substituído pelo som das folhas se movendo com o vento. por algum tempo, esse foi o único som que ouviu; até algo diferente lhe atingir o ouvido. parecia um… animal. só não saberia dizer qual. seguiu o som, que parecia vir de uma parte fechada do jardim. o muro repleto de folhas não era tão alto, e conseguiu apoiar o pé no tronco baixo de uma árvore até alcançar o topo do muro, e enxergar do outro lado uma armadilha que havia prendido um guaxinim.

“ei” com o cenho franzido, Gwendolyn semicerrou os olhos, buscando ver melhor o animal que parecia assustado. a iluminação naquele pedaço era fraca, mas suficiente. o bichinho tremia, e ela não sabia dizer se por medo ou frio. os dois, provavelmente. não que fosse uma grande conhecedora daquela espécie, mas se recordava de ler algo sobre como eles preferiam calor. “ok, me dá um segundo e eu solto você. só… preciso chegar aí. e depois descobrir como desarmar isso. mas uma coisa de cada vez” falou, como se o animal fosse capaz de oferecer alguma resposta. desceu do tronco, olhando para os lados como se fosse capaz de materializar uma escada se pensasse nisso com muita vontade. “se eu fizer tudo errado e arrancar um dedo meu no processo, acha que pelo menos posso usar de desculpa para fugir daqui?” a pergunta obviamente retórica recebeu um chiado do animal, o que a fez suspirar. “é. eu sei. nem se arrancasse uma mão eu seria liberada disso aqui” a jovem ainda prosseguiu, perdida nos próprios devaneios, e voltou a subir naquele mesmo tronco, que parecia ser sua única forma de chegar do outro lado. claro, a jovem não tinha como saber que havia um portão para aquele pedaço do jardim há alguns metros dali. escalar um muro com um vestido longo era uma tarefa terrível, especialmente com o salto alto. vista de fora, provavelmente parecia uma louca falando sozinha, tentando escalar um muro descalça no frio de oito graus. “sabe de uma coisa? você parece ser a companhia mais divertida da noite até agora” complementou, ainda falando com o animal, sem imaginar que haveria outra pessoa ali por perto.

#gwen: thread 001

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