#matías recalt

[recaltera]

pretty when you beg

pairing: enzo vogrincic x fem reader

🏷 smut (minors dni) teasing, underwear kink(?), oral (f rec), overstim, orgasm countdown, orgasm control, hard dom enzo and kinda mean enzo if u squint, spitting

a/n: (IMPORTANT!!) hiii this is my first fic ever i hope u like it :D if u wanna i can also translate into spanish so more people can read it. please let me know what u think and if u have any requests let me know in the ask box thingy, i write for everyone in lsdln’s cast. tyvm !! have a good day/night mwah ♡

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ꙳⭒ ༒ ✧⋆

deep breaths was all that could be heard, his lips trailing down from your neck to your abdomen. leaving a trail of wet kisses on his way to your clothed cunt.

he kept teasing you tonight, you went out to celebrate your three months together and instead of being all romantic and lovey-dovey, he was whispering the dirtiest things into your ears. but to be honest, you weren’t complaining at all, that’s one of the many things you loved about him, how dirty he could get, even in the most innocent occasions.

— going to fuck you so good tonight, angel.

all you could do was blush and giggle it off.

so here he was kissing your clit through your black laced panties you wore just for him tonight over and over again. it felt so good, yet it wasn’t enough, you needed more.

— enzo, please

he used his thumb to rub over your lips, something he did when he wanted you to open your mouth for him, wether it meant he wanted you to suck him off, or just make you suck in his fingers. however, this time he leaned over to spit in your mouth. and you gladly opened up and swallowed for him.

— shut the fuck up.

you kept bucking your hips into his face, but to no avail cause he ended up pinning you to the mattress, with his slender, pretty fingers sprawled out on your stomach. the fingers you oh so wanted somewhere else. the fingers you had spent HOURS thinking about.

as he was busy making out with your clothed pussy, kissing and sucking here and there, making the lace panties wet with his saliva. you were getting desperate to feel something, anything. you took his fingers into your own hands and guided them where you needed him the most.

— nuh uh, i want you to cum because of my mouth tonight.

you groaned when he finally took your panties off and kissed your inner thighs… slowly. still teasing you.

— fuck please, please, give me something.

and so he did, he kissed your now bare clit and started sucking on it like a desperate, starved man. the sounds he made while eating u out were like music to your ears.

he kept alternating between licks and flicks to your bud until you came, kissing your clit over and over to ride out your high. just to get off the bed and look for your favorite vibrator. he put it on a medium speed and pressed it lightly over your clit making you moan a little too loud from the overstimulation.

— s’too much enzo, no. no. no. no, stop it.

but he knew you didn’t want him to stop, if you did actually want that you would have used your safe word. he knew how fucking greedy you were. how no matter how many times he made you cum, if he wanted you to cum again then that’s what you’d do. you’d do anything to please him. anything for him.

he pressed it harder and started dragging it along your folds only stopping once the toy was on your clit again. he loved seeing your fucked out face, and how just by playing with the bundle of nerves he could get you to look like a mess; legs sprawled out and open for him, cunt red and glistening with your own juices and his spit. it was quite the sight if you asked him.

once you had relaxed and let him have his way with you for a couple of minutes, he used his index finger to put the toy on the highest setting. making the vibrations buzz around your whole body. making you shake because of the pleasure he was providing you.

he knew you were close, he already knew every part of your body, what you liked and what you didn’t. how to make u cum, how to get you on your knees for him, and how you reacted when you were about to hit your orgasm, so without moving the toy away from you, he leaned down, sticking his tongue inside of u going in and out at a fast pace. making you close your legs around his head for that extra feeling. you were so close to the edge, literally about to let go when he says;

— you cant cum until i say so.

he proceeded to begin with his 10 second countdown he loved to do when he wanted you to beg and cry for him. he loved hearing how desperate you were to cum for him. how pretty you looked with tears in your eyes.

“10… 9…”

— m’so close please

you could literally feel the tears in your eyes.

“8… 7… 6…”

— i don’t think i’ll last, please let me cum

“5… 4… 3…“

— please please please

“2…“

— fuck enzo

“1…”

— cum baby, make a mess for me, hm?

you came, you came so fucking hard letting him guide you through it.

— good job, angel. hope you are aware of the fact that we are not finished yet. or is my little doll too dumb to think right now?

he said with a pout on his lips, faking sympathy at your fucked out state. and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want whatever the fuck it was this beautiful man standing in front of you wanted to give you.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ꙳⭒ ༒ ✧⋆

#lsdln cast #matias recalt #matías recalt #francisco romero #fran romero #blas polidori #esteban kukuriczka #enzo vogrincic #felipe otaño #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic fluff #enzo vogrincic smut #esteban kukurickza smut #esteban kukurickza fluff #fran romero smut #fran romero fluff #felipe otaño smut #felipe otaño fluff #felipe otaño fic #lsdln smut #matias recalt smut #matias recalt fluff #lsdln imagines #lsdln drabble #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic drabble

[har-rison-s]

some of my favourite behind-the-scenes pictures from "la sociedad de la nieve" (2023)

#enzo vogrincic #la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #matías recalt #agustin pardella #valentino alonso #blas polidori #francisco romero #esteban kukurizcka

[myillicitaffair]

Hands to myself | Esteban Kukuriczka.

Sumario: mañanas tranquilas con tu novio.

Warnings: sexo explícito (+18), fingering, sexo desprotegido, dirty talking.

Notas: cómo argentina, me parece preocupante la falta de fanfics que hay de este hombre xx.

Créditos: esta inspirado en la canción de Selena Gómez, las imágenes del principio no me pertenecen y las encontré en pinterest, sin embargo, el collage fue hecho por mi.

1.3k words.

La suave brisa bonaerense inunda el amplio cuarto, jugueteando con mis mechones, desperdigados en las almohadas. El sol empieza a colarse sin consideraciones por las ventanas entreabiertas, obligando a mis cansados parpados a perforar mi sueño.

Los fuertes brazos anclados en mi cintura me atraen aún más cerca del hombre dormitando a mi lado, su rostro anidado en mi cuello, su dulce y varonil aroma inundando mis fosas nasales, envolviéndome en su calor corporal.

“Buenos días, Tebi”- Murmuro suavemente, cubriendo sus hombros con delicados besos para despertarlo.

“Buenos días, preciosa”- Responde, despegándose de la somnolencia y serpenteando sus extremidades con las mías.

Hinco mis dientes seductoramente en su piel descubierta, salpicándolo con pequeñas marcas rojas en contraste con su tez pecosa. Ansiosa, deslizo mis piernas sobre las suyas, posicionándome a horcajadas sobre su regazo.

“¿Andamos cariñosas esta mañana?”- Socarrón, amasa la desnudez de mis caderas entre sus palmas, causando que nuestros sexos se rocen firmemente. La burlona fricción no está ni cerca de ser suficiente para calmar las llamaradas que empiezan a asentarse en mi estomago bajo.

“Dale, amor, ¡por favor te pido!”- Ruego impaciente, tratando de replicar sus movimientos. Su agarre me mantiene estática en mi lugar, sin permitirme mover.

“¿Por favor qué?”- Finge inocencia mientras las puntas de sus dedos empiezan a dibujar entramados sobre mis costillas, trepando hacia mis pechos.

Atrapa mis pezones entre sus yemas, jugueteando con ambos a la vez, hasta sentir como se endurecen ante sus atenciones.

“Tocame, te necesito…”- Aclaro sin aliento.

Con una sonrisa ladina, acerca su boca hacia el derecho, provocando el montículo con la lengua hasta empezar a succionarlo con urgencia. Me enredo en su cabello, tirando de el con ferocidad, ganándome un gimoteo de satisfacción de su parte.

Separándose de mi abusado busto, observa mis ojos con cierta malicia impresa en los suyos al tiempo que me restriega contra su palpitante centro. Una creciente erección se hace notar bajo la ropa interior que nos separa.

“Mira lo que me haces”- Acentúa su punto al embestir mi coño cubierto con su pulsante miembro. Mi boca se entreabre ante el placer repentino- “Me pones tan duro.”

“Tebi, no puedo más”- Susurro cuando su mano baja por mi estomago hasta hallar mi intimidad, desliza mi tanga por mis pantorrillas para así estimular el clítoris en premeditados movimientos circulares. Creo enloquecer ante sus ralentizadas caricias

Asienta su toque errante en mi humedad, sus yemas buceando entre mis jugos. Retira sus dedos índice y corazón, para luego sorberlos ruidosamente, lamiendo mi reluciente excitación.

“¿Quién te tiene así de mojadita? Mh?”- Pregunta orgulloso, sabiendo perfectamente que el es el causante.

Reanuda sus ministraciones en mi núcleo, colándose por entre mis labios para penetrarte con dos dígitos. Mis orbes fijos en sus movimientos, aun desconcertada por lo obsceno de su accionar.

Rápidamente acelera sus movimientos, curvándose para golpear la esponjosa cavidad. Su longitud roza todos mis puntos sensibles, acercándome a un inexorable crescendo. Sumergida en el disfrute, lo único que escapa mis cuerdas vocales son quejidos de satisfacción, entrelazados con gemidos nombrándolo.

“Contestame, nena. ”- Reclama, forzando el contacto visual al aprisionar mi mandíbula en su agarre.

“Vos, Kuku, ¡solo vos!”- Contesto, hundiendo mis uñas en la tersura de sus bíceps, marcando lunas crecientes para la posteridad. Una sonrisa engreída tiñe sus delicadas facciones al notar mi estrechez aspirándolo, signo de mi orgasmo aproximándose a pasos agigantados.

Meciéndome sobre sus largos dedos, comienzo a percibir las avasallantes olas de mi culminación; la presión en mi vientre amenazando con explotar, la euforia difuminando todo a mi alrededor, centrándome solo en el rostro de mi novio cercano al mío.

El clímax se ve remplazado por un insoportable vacío cuando retira sus dígitos de mi calor, negándome la liberación. Un sollozo se cuela por mi expresión desahuciada, mis ojos alarmadamente abiertos cubiertos por una fina capa de lágrimas.

“No no no, por favor”- Lloriqueo en su oído, tratando de reganar el pasado contacto. Sus fuertes extremidades me aquietan por encima de su muslo, logrando que mis movimientos mueran lentamente.

“Tranquila, linda. Ahora te voy a coger, ¿sí?”- Pronuncia, apaciguando mis patéticos hipidos. Asiento frenéticamente, deseosa de sentirlo en mi interior.

Con un preciso movimiento, me enjaula bajo suyo, su largo cuerpo enmarcando al mío. Lo observo despojarse de sus calzoncillos, ardiendo al presenciar su desnudez absoluta.

Mis ojos merodean desde su esbelto pecho hasta los colorados vellos que trazan el inicio de su pelvis, gruesa y rebosante de líquido preseminal.

Casi ausente, permito que mi mano recorra su cuerpo, centrándome en su furioso pene. Con lánguidos movimientos, trazo su longitud, torciendo mi muñeca para proporcionarle el mayor placer posible.

“Me vas a matar, bebé”- Confiesa, acalorado y excitado. Sus rizos cobre empiezan a pegarse a su frente ante el esfuerzo físico, unas singulares gotas de sudor recorren su tórax.

Toma mis extremidades superiores entre sus garras para anclarlas sobre mi cabeza, dejándome completamente a su merced. Con un gesto busca mi consentimiento, el cual soy rápida en proporcionarle.

Su glande comienza a ingresar por mi núcleo, empujándose pacientemente dentro mío. Mas allá de la cantidad de veces que repitamos el procedimiento, jamás lograría acostumbrarme a la deliciosa manera en que me estira. El aire se condensa de sus suspiros de alivio al sentir su polla completamente en mi interior.

Así, inmóvil entre mis piernas, logro sentir cada una de sus vena latiendo dentro mío, las crestas y surcos que lo componen.

“Hace conmigo lo que quieras, Kuku, pero por favor movete”- Demando sin aire, todavía pasmada por la intrusión.

Ni bien las palabras me abandonan, Esteban retira su falo casi por completo antes de embestirme ferozmente. Su boca yace abierta, su cara contorsionada por el deleite, sus cejas arrugadas entre sí… La vista más bella del mundo.

Noto que mis caderas intentan acompasarse a su compás, encontrándolo a medio camino. Un frenesí casi inhumano apoderándose de ambos, obligándonos a acelerar el ritmo para satisfacer aquel deseo tan primal.

Su palma izquierda apresando mis muñecas fuera de su camino, la derecha se posa en mi abultada panza, advirtiendo la protuberancia que su pene delinea en mi vientre bajo. Un gemido nace de mi garganta al notar lo que ocurre.

“Así de profundo te estoy cogiendo, nena”- Gruñe en mi oído, su mano aún en mi estómago, sus penetraciones cada vez más hondas.

“Ay, Esteban, estoy tan llena”- Plaño frente a su boca, robándole un chape al notarme increíblemente mojada ante la imagen.

Vuelven a apropincuarse las primeras olas de mi culminación quemándome por dentro, consiguiendo desesperarme por concluir. Sin siquiera notarlo, mi voz se fuerza por vociferar el regocijo que me inunda, aumentando su volumen a medida que mi clímax me alcanza.

“Dios, me voy a venir”- Advierto, enloquecida por las sensaciones apoderándose de mí. El mayor se apresura, complaciendo mi pedido tácito.

Su boca busca de nuevo la mía cuando mi coño pulsa delirantemente su entrepierna, buscando conducirlo hacia su propia liberación.

“¿Ah sí? ¿Me vas a empapar la chota, amor?”- Cuestiona, sabiendo cuanto me gusta que me hable así de sucio.

Su nombre huyendo de mis labios como mantras, mis uñas anclándose en su espalda, marcándolo como propio.

Me entrego al orgasmo que me engulle, mi cuerpo retorciéndose espasmódicamente bajo su imponente figura, mi centro manchándolo con mi corrida al contraerse.

En la brevedad, aúlla desaforado pues su masculinidad pulsa hasta derramarse dentro mío. Su semen pintando mis paredes internas, colmándome por completo.

Se retira de mis cavidades con lentitud luego de venirse, procurando que sus espermatozoides permanezcan en mi interior. Selecciona mi ropa interior de las desechas sabanas, calzándomelas como si nada.

“Así no se escapa nada”- Murmura, regalándome un pico. Me fascino ante la idea de mantener su eyaculación así de cerca de mí.

Lo arropo contra mí, exhausta y saciada, con la intención de quedarme atrapada en sus brazos por un rato más. Recíproca mi voluntad, reposando su cabeza entre mis pechos y acariciándome delicadamente.

“Te amo”- Digo luego de unos instantes, observándolo maravillada.

“Yo te amo más”- Responde, presionando nuestras bocas en un beso descuidado.

#esteban kukuriczka #kuku #esteban kuku #la sociedad de la nieve #lsdln #smut #argentina #español #smut en español #esteban kukuriczka smut #enzo vogrincic #matías recalt #enzo vogrinic smut #lsdln cast #fanfic #lsdln fanfic #esteban kukuriczka fanfic #esteban kukuriczka x reader #fluff #esteban kukuriczka fluff

[cuthalions]

LA SOCIEDAD DE LA NIEVE / SOCIETY OF THE SNOW (2023)

"Es un momento muy bonito, porque ellos, para poder transitar lo que vivieron, tuvieron que convertir el espíritu en carne... Y en ese momento, cuando [Canessa] ya se siente salvado, la carne vuelve a ser espíritu". "It's a very beautiful moment, because in order to go through what they experienced, they had to turn the spirit into flesh... And in that moment, when [Canessa] knows they've been saved, the flesh becomes spirit again." — J.A. BAYONA Bardem charla con Bayona, Enzo Vogrincic y Matías Recalt

#la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #filmedit #moviegifs #cinemaspam #dailyworldcinema #roberto canessa #matías recalt #mgifs*

[iconsfinder]

#matias recalt #matias recalt icons #icons matias recalt #matías recalt #matías recalt icons #boys #boys icons #male icons #twitter stuff #twitter icons #icons #netflix #la sociedad de la nieve #roberto canessa #planners #javier gutierrez #ciegos #random boys #icons without psd

[astolfocinema]

Society of the Snow (2023) ------------------------------ dir. J.A. Bayona cin. Pedro Leque cs. Spain, USA

#society of the snow #la sociedad de la nieve #j.a. bayona #2023 movies #enzo vogrincic #numa turcatti #matías recalt #agustín pardella #Tomas Wolf #roberto canessa #Nando Parrado #Gustavo Zerbino #1972 Andes flight disaster #spanish cinema #pedro leque #andes #netflix

[bin1es]

La SOCIEDAD DE LA NIEVE Sus actores nos hablan de sus fiestas, premios y…TOM HOLLAND

#enzo vogrincic #matías recalt #enzovogrincicedit #la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #g:enzo

[kyuala]

#bom dia irmãs #mari.txt #agustín pardella #matías recalt #esteban kukuriczka #francisco romero #felipe otaño #simón hempe #santi vaca narvaja #rafael federman #lsdln

[aantinous]

Es como Sancho Panza y Don Quijote, o Spock y el Capitán Kirk. En verdad son el mismo personaje, pero los dos son una parte de la psicología. Y el momento en el que suben a la montaña, cuando ya se ven muertos, ya no discuten, porque ya no hay nada que discutir... en ese momento sois uno. Hay un momento precioso en la película que es cuando a Nando se le empieza a romper la suela del zapato. Claro, si se te rompe el zapato te mueres. Ese era el nivel de dependencia que tenían. Si se muere, ¿qué hace Roberto? ¿Se va y lo deja ahí? ¿Se queda con él? Había un texto ahí y yo dije: no hagáis el texto, hacedlo solo con miradas. Y hay una mirada de Pardella, de Nando, a ti en esa escena que es puro amor.

It’s like Sancho Panza and Don Quixote, or Spock and Captain Kirk. The truth is that they’re the same character, but each a different part of the psychology. And the moment they walk up the mountain, when they see themselves dead, they don’t argue anymore, because there is nothing to argue about. In that moment there are no arguments because you’re one. We shot a beautiful moment in the movie which is when the sole of Nando’s shoe starts to break. Of course, if your shoe breaks, you die. That was the level of dependence they had. And if he dies, what does Roberto do? Does he go, and leave him there? Does he stay with him? So I remember saying, even though we had dialogue, to do it with looks. And there’s one stare from Pardella, who plays Nando, to you in this scene that is pure love.

Javier Bardem and J.A. Bayona with the Society of the Snow Cast | In Conversation

#la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #filmedit #dailyflicks #cinemapix #j.a. bayona #* #agustín pardella #nando parrado #matías recalt #roberto canessa

[septembers-sky-of-lights]

Matías Recalt as Roberto Canessa

La sociedad de la nieve, 2023

#la sociedad de la nieve #roberto canessa #society of the snow #matías recalt #matias recalt #but your honor i love him #i love his sassy lil ass #im too old for this shit i s2g #film #beautiful

[italianlobster]

Surprise (Matías Recalt x Female Reader)

Requested by: wallowins3lfpity

Summary: You haven't seen your boyfriend, Matías, in months because he is busy working on the set of LSDLN. He unexpectedly shows up on your doorstep one night.

Warning: Smut

-

It has been months since you have had the chance to see Matías in person. You haven't felt his warmth in so long. Yes, you facetime him and call him on your phone, but that wasn't enough. You needed him so badly. You watched the behind the scenes of LSDLN and also interviews only for him, wishing he would come back. His handsome face, which included pale skin, brown eyes, and pink lips, drove you crazy. You longed for his touch, whether that would be a hug, a kiss, or even more than just that.. You didn't want to seem clingy, so you just left him alone.

Little did you know, Matías also felt the same way. He'd look at pictures of you on his phone of you on dates or just regular selfies, you know, innocent stuff, and occasionally, in suggestive outfits and positions when he really needed you. His imagination went wild. He'd continuously excuse himself with a raging boner in his boxers and a blush painting his pale cheeks to a private space when possible. All of the other boys were suspicious whenever this happened. They weren't stupid. Of course, they knew what he was really doing in that private space. They also knew how much he really missed you and joked around with him about his long-distance relationship.

The wait was painfully long. One month.. two months.. it kept going on and on. During the nights, whenever you craved for each other's touch and it was becoming unbearable, you both would send nude pictures of yourselves along with texts and phone calls that would make the devil sweat. You slept with one hand on your breast, wishing it was his. Matías would wrap his hand around his dick, with his eyes closed, wishing that it was yours. Your dreams felt more and more realistic. A recent dream was when Matías played around in your asshole and you played around in your pussy. You woke up covered in cold sweat while breathing heavily.

It was becoming harder to focus on your daily tasks. At your job, even at your apartment. You never called your apartment "home" because the only home you knew was in Matías' arms. People noticed you daydreaming during conversations with them. Everything around you reminded you of Matías. Places like coffee shops where you both would regularly have dates. A restaurant that specifically sold Argentine dishes. The same went for Matías. He couldn't focus at all on filming. There were multiple cuts where he had stuttered or forgot his lines. This caused the filming to take much longer.

A few months into filming, you were alone at your apartment. You decided to treat yourself with a bubble bath, something to do instead of masturbating and thinking about him all day. You turned on the faucet of the bathtub and adjusted the temperature to hot. A few squirts of your favorite soap went in the hot water, and it was perfect. You put your long hair down (or you just left it alone if you have short hair). Your shirt went over your head, and your pants fell to the ground. Your panties followed after your pants, and you unhooked your bra. You removed your socks, and you put one foot into the tub when the doorbell suddenly rang. Frustrated, you put on a bathrobe and stomped to the door, opening it.

"Fuck off!" You shouted at the man standing in your doorway. It was Matías. Filming hadn't ended yet. Why was he here? You wondered. His face went from a happy to a surprised expression. His eyes also widened. "Well, hello to you too. You kiss your mother with that mouth?" He jokingly said with a giggle. You didn't respond. You were still shocked at his unexpected appearance. "Are you going to let me in or not?" He said with a smile. You moved out of his way, and he entered your apartment. He had no luggage, and it seemed like he left it at a hotel somewhere.

The both of you went into the kitchen. Matías was thirsty and helped himself to a glass of water. "Shouldn't you be filming?" You finally spoke up. "Well, yeah, but we're in the midst of a break, so I decided to visit you for a while, and then I'll go back to continue filming." He responded and took a sip of his glass. He then sat down at the nearest table. You followed, too. Matías was desperately trying to control himself. His leg was bouncing, and his hands shaking. Drops of water spilled from his mouth when he took a sip of his glass since his hands were so shaky. You tried to control yourself as well, but you decided to have some fun teasing him, too. Your legs crossed, and you opened your bathrobe just a little bit to reveal some cleavage.

You could feel Matías' eyes focus on your presence. He was staring and very distracted. There was silence until he abruptly got up from his chair and pulled you up. Your lips were dangerously close, and your heart was beating out of your chest. You didn't waste any time and immediately smashed your lips onto his. At first, you both went slow until he entered his tongue into your mouth. This was enough to destroy your patience and the pace of making out sped up. Saliva dripped from your chin. You licked his lips. He sucked on your tongue. You tasted each other's saliva. He went down to your neck and left marks on the skin. He bit and nibbled on the skin. Then he licked and sucked on the marks. He had marked his territory.

Suddenly, Matías pulled away from the kiss. He looked at you with a smirk and said, "bedroom?" You shook your head, yes. He lifted you up bridal style, and the two of you went off to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed gently and climbed over you.

What you have been waiting for months now is finally going to happen. Matías untied your bathrobe, and your body was exposed to the cold air. Your nipples immediately hardened, and the hairs on your skin rose. Matías absolutely loved your body. He helped you love yourself. He kissed every mole, freckle, scar, and birth mark on your body. He would build a sculpture of you if he had the skill. First, he admired your body from top to bottom for a few seconds before kissing you again on your lips. He moved down to your neck with his tongue and stopped at the middle of your breasts. He sucked on your left nipple while licking it, and his right hand caressing the other breast. His eyes still focused on your face. He wanted to see your facial expressions and how you melt completely from his touch.

Matías grinned devilishly. He didn't focus too much on your breasts and went down. Giving kisses to your stomach, abdomen, and thighs. He tugged at your pubic hairs, and his nose brushed against it. He was so close, but yet still so far from where you really needed him. Finally, he gives a quick lick on your clit. You let out a small moan. He grins more against your pussy. He begans to lick and suck on your clit. He also uses two of his fingers to put inside of you. The sensation of being fingered and licked at the same time was too much to handle.

"You taste so good." Matías whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear. During the whole session, he never looked away. His attention stayed on your face. His brown eyes were so seductive. You couldn't bear to keep eye contact with him. "Look at me with those beautiful eyes." He said, you obeyed. You kept moaning, and it was like music to his ears. His favorite song. You felt like something was coming. It felt like you and Matías were the only ones that mattered in the world right now.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at you. Once you caught your breath, you looked back and saw that his lower face was completely covered in your juices. He still had that grin on his face. You can't help but feel embarrassed. This had never happened before. Before you could speak, Matías said, "You squirted, but I really liked it." You responded with a soft smile. He was still clothed, and you wanted to rip off everything right then and there.

Matías was kinda shy showing his body to you. He wasn't muscular but thin. You always complimented him because it made him feel better. He was like a greek god in your eyes. His self-esteem had majestically improved ever since your first time. Matías began to undo his blouse. One button, two buttons.. he teased you by taking his time, and he was painfully slow. So you decided to get up and just rip off his blouse. The buttons flying everywhere. To the ground. His eyes widened. You caressed his chest and nipples, feeling cold and soft skin. You also gave kisses everywhere on his torso, which left hickies. Hints of purple on his white skin. You pulled and twisted his pink nipples. They became sore from you playing with them. They were also hard and sharp enough to cut paper.

Your hands traveled down and stopped at his bulge, which was getting bigger every second. You unbuckled his belt and threw it to the ground. His pants dropped, and he was in his tight boxers. It was so tight. In fact, you could the outline of his dick. He was suffering through these tight boxers. You massaged his dick through the fabric while also squeezing it, and you pulled him closer. To the point where you were poking him with your nipples. He giggled at the feeling. Finally, you grabbed the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down. His hard dick sprung up, and he groaned. There were sparks of precum dripping from the tip.

You wrapped your hand around his dick and began to stroke it slowly. Matías held on to you for dear life as you gave him a hand job. It has been so long, and he could pass out at any moment from all the simulations. Your other free hand went down to massage his balls. Squeezing them and also pulling them. His eyes rolled back as he grew more and more sensitive to touch. More precum dripped down his length. Veins also pulsating on the base of his length. You could feel his breath growing heavy.

You removed your hand from his dick. He whined as he wanted more. You looked at him with a smirk while laying down on the bed behind you and then opening your legs. You both still kept eye contact. Matías didn't waste any time and got on top of you in between your legs. You could feel his dick poking your inner thigh. He was so close to being inside you. Matías gave you one last kiss on the lips before lining his length against your pussy. Rubbing the tip against your clit. "Say you want me!" He shouted. He loved to watch a woman beg before absolutely destroying her.

"Oh.. I want you so bad.." You whispered. Your hands covered your red face.

"Hm? I couldn't hear you!" He shouted yet again, the tip of his dick still rubbing against your clit.

"Oh, I want you ins-" You said more louder and were cut off when Matías rammed himself inside of you. He was an impatient man. Your walls clenched around his dick. You were very tight, and it hurt him so well. Matías laid on top of you but was careful enough not to put his entire weight on you. His hand caressed your cheek as you adjusted to his size. He never looked away from you as well. A few minutes had passed, and you signaled him to move. He got the signal, and he slowly began to move his hips. One thrust, and you're already gushing around his dick. Your juices soiling the bedsheets underneath you.

You finally got what you wanted after so many months. The wait was worth it. You wished this would last forever, though. Matías was very vocal in bed. He sounded like a pornstar and was just as loud as you. His groans and growls alone were enough to make you orgasm. You would never guess that these noises were coming out of a gorgeous man like him. His pace grew faster as he fucked the shit out of you. Your hands grabbed and squeezed his petite ass, urging him to go deeper. The room got steamy; the sounds of your pussy grew wetter with each thrust and your moans became more higher pitched. Suddenly, Matías' hand went down to rub your already swollen clit. He pinched and rubbed it as he abused your hole.

His balls slapped against your ass and he attacked your neck with kisses again. Licking all the marks he had made previously. He was proud of his creations. He wanted everyone to see those marks so they could know that you're his. He runs his tongue down your neck. He pulls away and looks at you. You couldn't help but stare at his half-lidded eyes, sweaty bangs covering his forehead, pink cheeks, and his mouth, which was still covered in your juices from before. "Oh fuck, I love you, Y/N Recalt!" His eyes rolled back and his arms felt like jelly, he was getting closer to his orgasm and his arms could give up at any second. You were shocked at him saying your name and his last name, but then your face shrieked with delight and you responded,

"I love you too, Matías Recalt!"

Matías' face lit up with glee. He was officially the happiest man on Earth. His thrust grew more sloppy and faster. You scratched his back. You could draw blood. You wanted to leave marks on him too. Your eyes still looked into his so you could see his orgasmic face. You felt the same feeling in your stomach again, like when Matías was eating you out. It felt like a flower about to bloom. You kept moaning Matías' name, and he did the same.

"Oh, God! Matías, yes!" You screamed with everything in you. You wrapped your legs around him. You exploded, and the flower had bloomed. You squirted around his cock and it also had dripped out of you. Your bedsheets were ruined even more. It's going to be one hell of a laundry day tomorrow.

"Ah shit, Y/N!" He cursed and fell on top of you. He released his load deep inside you, the white liquid dripping out of you. He pulls out his dick which is completely covered in your juices. He laid down next to you because he felt like he was too heavy on top of you.

The both of you laid there in silence. There were no worries at the moment as you both embraced each other's existence. Hands holding and hearts beating as one. Nothing could ever bring you two apart.

God, you're so lucky to love someone like him.

--

#matías recalt #matias recalt fanfic #matias recalt x reader #matias recalt smut

[har-rison-s]

best cast in the world🏆💖

#la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #ja bayona #enzo vogrincic #pipe otaño #felipe otaño #francisco romero #andy pruss #diego vegezzi #agustin pardella #matías recalt #blas polidori #rocco posca #theyre like my friends

[interlagosgrl]

rafaaaa📢📢 como vc acha que seria o cast durante o período fertil da leitora?

lsdln cast x período fértil

enzo: quando ele tem noção de que você está passando por esse período necessitado, ele começa a se fazer de difícil só pra brincar um pouquinho. gosta de ficar andando sem camisa, usando bermuda apertada, fazendo tudo que ele sabe que você gosta. quando você reclama e diz que precisa se aliviar, ele se faz de desentendido e finge que não percebeu que você queria transar durante todo aquele tempo. e quando finalmente te come, só para quando você diz que vai desmaiar. gosta de te colocar de quatro e empurrar sua cabeça contra o colchão.

matías: quase não sabe diferenciar seu período fértil porque vocês estão sempre transando. a única diferença é que quando você está sensível você se empina toda quando ele te toca. e claro que ele fica causando. “tá querendo me dar, nena?” o seu período fértil sempre proporciona vocês dois fodendo em um lugar diferenciado. na lavanderia em cima da máquina de lavar (porque você descobriu uma linha tênue do prazer entre Matí metendo e a máquina balançando), em algum banheiro de um barzinho, na cama de outra pessoa, tudo deixa o relacionamento mais gostosinho e fora da rotina.

agustín: o maior homem feminista que você conhece porque ele vai se incumbir da missão de te dar o máximo de prazer nesse período. ele já até sabe quando você vai estar, porque já memorizou o seu ciclo. sempre chega com um vinhozinho em casa, bola um fininho e te chama para jogar conversa fora deitados na rede de casa. depois de 15min sua roupa já foi embora e o homem vai te chupar até tirar toda a necessidade de dentro de você. no outro dia de manhã você ganha um café da manhã na cama e outra surra de piroca.

esteban: lerdo para entender sinais. se você quer dar tem que falar. quando você deita com ele na cama ou no sofá e vem dando uma roçadinha, gemendo baixinho e segurando a camisa dele, ele te pergunta se tem algo errado. “preciso que você me coma agora.” ele vai largar o mate na mesinha e segurar o seu rosto entre as mãos e te dar um beijo bem lento e molhado, até você se contorcer de desejo. quando você já estiver implorando, ele vai deixar que você sente nele até se satisfazer.

símon: CACHORRO. sabe quando você tá no período fértil de longe. você muda até a postura de tanto tesão acumulado. não gosta de fazer joguinho nessa hora porque quer aproveitar ao máximo. te pega pela com força pra roçar na sua bunda, deixa um tapinha na mesma aqui e ali, beija sua clavícula toda vez que vocês se abraçam. e sempre que vocês dois trocam o olhar de “vamofudê” ele nem tira sua roupa toda. só o suficiente pra poder meter. já falei e não volto atrás que ele é daqueles que fode devagar, maltratando, se divertindo. mete rápido só quando for gozar.

pipe: não entende porra nenhuma de ciclo menstrual. não sabe nem o que significa a sigla TPM, só sabe que toda mulher tem. mas, ele sabe que tem sempre uns dias do mês que você quer transar mais que ele. fica esperando ANSIOSAMENTE feito um cachorrinho pra esse dia chegar. quando você sai toda pimposa do banheiro usando uma lingerie nova e usando um perfume docinho ele larga tudo para ir pra cama. faz a performance da vida dele nesses dias. te come de frente, de lado, de bruços. geme que é uma beleza e rasga elogios pra você a cada investida. você sempre sabe que vai ter mais de um round na noite que decide seduzi-lo.

#lsdln cast #lsdln #enzo vogrincic #matías recalt #matias recalt #pipe otaño #felipe otaño #simon hempe #agustin pardella #esteban kuku #esteban kukuriczka

[cuthalions]

'Numa se inmola para provocar la salida de los expedicionarios, como si dijera: "si me muero ahora, primero dejo de sufrir y además los impulso para que se vayan"', asegura Gustavo Zerbino, que fue quien encontró la nota que Numa escribió en su mano cerrada. 'Con ese mensaje les hablaba a los expedicionarios; "les toca a ustedes". Lo miré a Roberto y Roberto me responde: "ya está, salimos mañana"'. 'Numa sacrificed himself to push the expeditionaries to leave, as if saying: “If I die now, most importantly I won’t suffer anymore. Besides that, I’ll motivate them to leave,”’ says Gustavo Zerbino, who was the one to find the note Numa had written, clutched in his closed hand. ‘With this message he was telling the expeditionaries: “Now it’s your turn.” I looked at Roberto and he said, “Alright, we’ll leave tomorrow.”’ — La Sociedad de la Nieve (2008), Pablo Vierci

#la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #filmedit #moviegifs #dailyworldcinema #numa turcatti #roberto canessa #enzo vogrincic #matías recalt #mgifs*

[iconsfinder]

#matías recalt #matías recalt icons #icons matías recalt #matias recalt #matias recalt icons #icons matias recalt #boys #boys icons #male icons #twitter stuff #twitter icons #netflix #la sociedad de la nieve #the society of the snow #movies #icons #planners #roberto canessa #ciegos

[myillicitaffair]

Strawberries & cigarettes | Esteban Kukuriczka

Sumario: llamar a tu ex en la mitad de la noche jamás podrá ser buena idea, a menos de que se trate de él, claro.

Advertencias: sexo explícito (+18), masturbación, dirty talking, degradación, cigarrillos y engaños.

Créditos: el fic está basado en la canción de troye sivan y las fotos utilizadas para el collage las saqué de pinterest.

Nota del autor: este mi primer request, gracias por pedirlo, amoor xx

2k words

La ciudad se alza orgullosa frente a mis ojos, los edificios brillando en todo su esplendor. Un limitado arsenal de vehículos se pasea por las calles; desplegada en una silla de mimbre, me pregunto su destino.

¿A dónde se dirigen a las 2 de la mañana?

La bulliciosa metrópoli parece tomarse un respiro a estas horas de la madrugada, logrando, por consiguiente, relajar a los escasos espectadores de su tranquilidad.

Jugueteo con el cigarrillo entre mis dedos, notándolo desperdigarse gracias a la brisa otoñal. Es un mal hábito, lo sé, pero es de los pocos resabios de su presencia que aún conservo, una de las pocas garantías que aseveran su paso por mi vida.

Lo introduzco en mi boca, inhalando el humo profundamente para luego exhalarlo. Degusto sus notas amargas en mis papilas gustativas, como casi saboreando sus labios…

Esteban y yo habíamos terminado en buenos términos; él vivía en capital y yo demasiado lejos, ahí fue cuando descubrimos que la relación a distancia simplemente no funcionaba para nosotros.

Después su carrera como actor despegó, yo senté cabeza con un viejo novio de la infancia- inofensivo, predecible- y en nuestras vidas ya no cabía lugar para el otro. Incluso ahora, cohabitando en la misma ciudad, nuestros rumbos se habían desviado del otro.

Tecleo los números de su teléfono de memoria, grabados a fuego en mi retina.

Soy perfectamente consciente de las horribles consecuencias que mis acciones podrían conllevar, pero nada de eso cobra importancia cuando la línea se interrumpe con su contestación, su voz dormida aguardando al otro lado de la llamada.

“¿Hola?”- Vocifera, ronco y un tanto desorientado.

Mi pulso se desestabiliza al escucharlo hablar luego de tanto tiempo, recordando de golpe los matices en su tono. Me lo imagino tumbado en su recámara, durmiendo en posición fetal, como siempre, la almohada abrazada entre su fuerte contextura.

“¿Tebi, te desperté?”- Mi respuesta se oye torpe ante el nerviosismo. ¡Es la madrugada, claro que lo desperté!

“Nena, ¿sos vos?”- Pregunta, esta vez un tanto más despierto y despabilado.

Aquel viejo apodo se desliza por sus labios sin siquiera notarlo, sin causarle ningún esfuerzo. Sin embargo, a mi me destruye, me obliga a rebobinar el tiempo y fundirme en los agridulces recuerdos.

“¡Si! Perdón que te llame tan tarde”- Me disculpo atropelladamente, de pasada nada más- “Yo se que no hablamos hace meses.”

Me arrepiento de mis palabras en el segundo en el que las formulo, mis miedos se solidifican ante mis ojos; el temor a parecer necesitada, débil, obsesiva incluso.

Más allá de ello, se que fue la decisión correcta. Es en noches como estas, solitarias y sin una estrella parpadeando en el cielo, en que más extraño su luz, la que jamás fallaba en brindar sin pretensiones.

Un par de lagrimas fugaces atentan mis mejillas, derrumbando por completo el sereno revestimiento que tanto me esforcé en construir.

“¿Estás bien? ¿Qué pasó?”- Cuestiona, todo en su actitud delatando una reciente preocupación. Puedo oír el rechinar de las bases de su cama, evidenciando su brusca reacción, la fricción contra las sábanas al enderezar su espalda.

“Si si, pero ¿Podes pasarte por casa?”- Propongo, más temblorosa de lo que me gustaría.

Agradezco el soporte que el asiento me proporciona, tal vez sin este, mis piernas hubiesen cedido ante la ansiedad.

Espero paciente al otro lado de la convocatoria, siendo testigo de su respiración acompasada, como sopesando mis palabras.

“Estoy allá en 15 minutos, máximo.”- Confirma, irguiéndose para emprender camino.

“Esteban”- Llamo su atención, provocando que sus extremidades se aquieten- “Muchas gracias…”

Una sonrisa brota de su expresión, dándole lugar a una leve risa, que escucho desde la quietud de mi balcón. Sin notarlo, mis comisuras imitan su gesto.

“No hay de qué, chiquita, ¡esperame que ya llego!”- Asegura, dando por concluida la comunicación.

Un poco más distendida, permanezco quieta en mi lugar, moviendo mis anestesiados dedos solo para fumar pausadamente.

Una pequeña expectativa comienza a burbujear en mi interior; con la simple idea de volver a estar en su presencia, mi corazón descontrolado golpetea mi caja torácica, como tratando de huir de sus confinamientos.

¿Cuánto tiempo habré permanecido así? Genuinamente, no lo sé, pero lo suficiente para que él arribe.

Mis ensoñaciones se ven interrumpidas por el timbre resonando en mi departamento, generando temblores en toda la superficie.

Salto de mi butaca impacientemente, avanzando con agilidad hasta el recibidor. Del otro lado de la puerta, lo descubro enfrentándome, jugueteando con las llaves entre sus dedos. Sus orbes se pasean por mi persona presurosamente, por lo que autorizo a los propios a hacer lo mismo.

A pesar de nuestro breve tiempo separados, él permaneció prácticamente intocado; su postura relajada, sus cabellos alocados y desparramados en todas direcciones… “tal vez dejó crecerse la barba”, filosofo al chequearlo.

Sin más premeditaciones, me arrojo a sus brazos entreabiertos, los cuales me reciben gustosamente. Escondo mi nariz en su cuello, inhalando aquella familiar fragancia, perdiéndome en su calor corporal engulléndome por completo. Se toma la libertad de posar su pera contra la corona de mi cabeza.

Contra mis propios deseos, me despego de su torso, alejándome levemente para guiarlo adentro. Estiro mi mano, aguardando que la tome para adentrarnos en el living.

Una vez allí, esquivo la pequeña mesa ratona para dirigirlo hacia el sillón, donde se sienta sin mediar palabra.

Allí, parada en la sala de estar, mis pensamientos giran en su torno, envalentonándose con cada segundo que transcurre. Por un impulso indescifrable, me apropincuo a su espacio personal, rompiendo dicha barrera.

Acomodo mis piernas de modo que las suyas queden entre medio, para luego sentarme sobre sus templados muslos, regodeándome en la sensación de su contacto físico. Mi boca busca la suya en un movimiento desesperado, moviendo mis labios contra los suyos con una inesperada urgencia.

Me inunda la decepción al sentirlo separar nuestros rostros. La confusión tiñe su semblante, mientras investiga la escena que se le presenta.

“¿Y tu novio?”- Consulta, penetrándome con el fulgor de su mirada.

Abrazo su nuca entre mis brazos, atrayéndolo nuevamente hacia mí. Una mano se desliza hasta juguetear con el cuello de su remera, señalizando mi deseo de arrancársela.

“No está en casa”- Ronroneo en su oído, serpenteando mis manos por sus hombros con delicadeza- “No pienses en él, amor, concéntrate en mí.”

Comienzo a despilfarrar besos por su cuello, succionando su sensible piel hasta dejar marcas, clavándole los dientes juguetonamente para luego chupar el escozor. Saboreo su colonia en mi lengua y me encuentro adicta a su sabor amaderado, incapaz de separarme. Una necesidad primal se cuece en mi interior al presenciar su tez brillante con mi saliva.

“Esto está mal, nena”- Gime profundamente, echando su cabeza hacia atrás y concediéndome más acceso.

Me cuelo entre nuestras siluetas, acariciando su agitado abdomen, el cual se estremece ante mi toque. Batallo con el botón de su pantalón hasta desabrocharlo, sin parafernalias desciendo el cierre y descanso mi palma en su entrepierna.

“Decime que queres parar y yo lo hago”- Respiro, sobre la ardiente piel de sus hombros. Aún estática sobre su ropa interior.

“Sabes que no te voy a pedir que pares”- Murmura pesadamente, levantando sus caderas hasta rozarse con mis dedos. Evacua un sollozo de alivio.

Como cobrando vida, deslizo mis yemas por su longitud, generando una creciente erección. Masturbo su miembro sobre el calzoncillo a un ritmo agonizantemente lento.

“Entonces no te niegues, Tebi”- Respondo, inmiscuyéndome en la tela para palparlo piel a piel y acelerar mis atenciones.

Sus gemidos llenan el aire, complaciéndome de sobre manera y excitándome más de lo que creía posible. Buscando desesperadamente calmar el ardor, me froto contra la tela del pantalón, escasas barreras separándolo de mi centro.

Sus músculos se tensan bajo mi coño, devolviéndome placer al golpear mi clítoris al unísono de mis caricias en su polla. Mis labios se entreabren ante la fricción, escurriendo murmullos de regocijo por mis cuerdas vocales.

“Al final, que puta que resultaste”- Se burla cínicamente, enjaulando mi cintura en su agarre para presionarme más contra él.

Subo el volumen de mis quejidos ante la nueva intensidad de sus acciones, la degradación dejándome sin raciocinio. Mi torso completamente presionado contra el suyo, mis manos aún tocándolo deprisa.

Utilizando su fuerza, me recuesta en el sillón y se despega de mí, sentándose en el otro costado de este.

“Quiero que me muestres como te estuviste tocando, pensando en mí, mientras tu noviecito dormía a tu lado”- Demanda, su vista fija en mi mientras comienza a palparse.

“Mi amor, por favor”- Ruego, un tanto agobiada ante las llamaradas quemando mi vientre bajo.

Observo sus movimientos con atención, como sus yemas rozan su glande perezosamente, excitándose aún más. Una gota de sudor descendiendo por su cuello ante el esfuerzo físico, escondiéndose bajo su camiseta de algodón.

Bajo mis shorts aun observando la imagen frente a mí, aventándolos al suelo junto con mi blusa. Recubierta únicamente por mi ropa interior, asciendo hasta mi busto, pellizcando mis pezones hasta formar duros picos entre mis dedos. Sus penetrantes orbes persiguen cada uno de mis movimientos, sintonizando los suyos para que ambos nos movamos al mismo ritmo.

“Tu noviecito no te sabe satisfacer, por eso tuviste que llamarme, ¿o no?”- Se mofa al presenciar la impaciencia que me consume, como me apresuro a infiltrarme por mis bragas para sobar mi punto mas sensible con urgencia.

“Nadie me coge como vos, Tebi…”- Susurro, extraviada ante el renovado éxtasis.

Fantaseo con su toque entre mis labios, desparramando mi humedad, saboreándola desenfadadamente, con los ojos cerrados y la lengua paseándose por sus propios dígitos.

Sin embargo, debo conformarme con la mediocridad de la autovalidez, hasta que decida tomar piedad de mis intentos en vano de remplazar sus atenciones.

“No doy más, necesito que te corras conmigo, mi amor”- Pide al sentir su orgasmo aproximarse, ahora follando su propio puño con premura.

Al ver su estado de frenesí descontrolado, decido avivar mis caricias a mis zonas intimas, introduciendo mis dedos en mi apretado agujero hasta notar que mi estomago empieza a tensarse.

El ambiente transluce nuestros inminentes apogeos con los suspiros que desangran nuestras gargantas, el sucio sonido de humedad encontrada por extremidades y suplicas al aire, con un destinatario en concreto.

Acerca su temblorosa complexión a la mía, atisbando mi muñeca moverse al compás de los bombeos en su longitud y arrimándose a mis piernas abiertas. Ante un sollozo particularmente estridente de su parte, despierto de mi ensimismamiento y lo acerco a partir de sus caderas en erráticos movimientos.

“Encima de mí, por favor, ¡correte encima de mí!”- Imploro, aturdida por las oleadas de placer poseyéndome por completo.

Suelta un grave gruñido seguido de improperios al momento de llegar a la culminación de la satisfacción, depositando cuerdas infinitas de semen blanco sobre mi meciente pecho. Su excitación comienza a chorrear por mi vientre, agrupándose en mi ombligo para continuar su descenso pausado.

Con tal candencia rodeando los actos desplegados, logro abandonarme al pasmo de la conclusión con un arrollador orgasmo; mi coño apretando mis propios dedos, deseando que se aniden allí, mi cuerpo gozando violentos espasmos, mi visión jamás partiendo de las farolas apuntadas en mi dirección.

“Muy bien, chiquita, siempre tan obediente para mi”- Me alaga, estirando sus yemas para recoger unas resbalantes gotas de semen y empotrarlas en mi boca entreabierta, indicándome tácitamente mis propias acciones.

Mi lengua recorre cada uno de sus surcos y recovecos, aspirando casi instantáneamente su salada carga, como si de un codiciado elixir se tratase.

“Ahora vas a dejar que te coja hasta que no puedas ni caminar, hasta que te olvides incluso de su nombre ¿si bebita?”- Propone sin remover sus dígitos de mi cavidad, sus crudas palabras contrastando con la suavidad de sus manos en mí.

Asiento frenéticamente, ahuecando mis mejillas para lograr tomarlo aún más profundo, notando un estremecimiento recorrer mi medula espinal ante la anticipación de una larga noche de pasión.

Aclarar que cumplió con sus promesas al pie de la letra sería, francamente, caer en un vago eufemismo…

#esteban kukuriczka fanfic #esteban kukuriczka fluff #esteban kukuriczka smut #esteban kukuriczka x reader #esteban kuku #kuku #lsdln fanfic #lsdln cast #lsdln #fanfic #smut #enzo vogrinic smut #matías recalt #exes to lovers #request #fluff #angst #la sociedad de la nieve