#dirty fanta

[housecow]

Noticed you drink Coke Zero. Do you draw a line somewhere in the sand when it comes to sugar in sodas?

i go purely off taste… also i tend to spill things a lot (boobs in the way) and it doesn’t dry all sticky!! 🥳

[menagerofmischief]

hiii! Can i please place an order for a charcuterie board, a warm(?) appetizer (not exactly hot but not cold either) if youre unsure just go for a cold one! Then can i be greedy and order the steak, lobster, sausage rolls and gyros? To drink can i please have a strawberry lemonade and its not on there but if you feel totally comfortable size kink too? If you feel at all uncomfy about it dont write it, but if not can i have an ice water (if not obvious from this huge order😭) im not really worried about dessert but if you want to include it you can! Oh i almost forgot! Can i please have charles leclerc as my server please❤️

Dia's Dinner Menu

charcuterie board dating warm appetizer turned cold sweet to rough sex steak "Made just for me, my pretty little cocksleeve" lobster "I love watching my cum leak out of your pussy" sausage rolls "I'll make it fit" gyros "Gonna fill you up" strawberry lemonade breeding kink fanta size kink ice water dirty talk

Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader

TW: pwp, straigh up smut no warm up, unprotected sex, size difference, some mention of breeding, piv

WC: 1.1k

A/N: I didn't really do aftercare but hinted at it in the end, hope that's okay. Also this ask made me add size kink to the menu, so thank you.

❀

One of the culprits for waking me up was the sun shining in my eyes, through the ceiling to floor windows in the bedroom. The other was my boyfriend, curled up behind me with his arms around me and legs intertwined with mine, grinding his hard on into my ass lazily. 

I hummed, bringing one of my hands up to rub my eyes. “Isn’t this a nice way to wake up?” I teased, rubbing the skin of his hand that was resting on my stomach. “Good morning, Charles.”

Charles chuckled, the sound of his laugh ringing through the silent room. He removed one of his hands and used it to move my hair away, then leaned down to kiss my neck. “Good morning, mon coeur.”

It barely takes a few more grinds on Charles’s hips until I’m pushed on my back and he’s propped himself up above me. Charles makes quick work of both his and mine clothes and then he’s looking at me, his pretty eyes wide as they move down my body.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my throat, once, twice, and then he’s trailing kisses from my neck towards my collarbones. I can’t help but giggle, feeling his facial hair rub against my skin. “Charlie, it tingles!” 

“Yeah?” He asks, a teasing note easily noticeable in his voice. His eyes sparkle with mischief and he buries his face in my neck, rubbing against my skin. My laugh echoes through the room as I try my best to wrap my hands in Charles’s hair and pull his head away.

As I am moving him, his hips move a little and the tip of his cock, already leaking pre-cum from I can feel, nudges against my clit, making me whine.

“Fuck Cha,” I say, my voice coming out as a breathy moan. “Need you in me, please.”

He hums, positioning himself properly between my thighs the head of his cock nudges against my entrance but doesn’t push it. “Is that right? My pretty girl needs me to fill her up?”

“Yes,” I say, looking up at him. “Please Charles, fill me up. Fuck me full, please.”

His eyes darken, his pupils blown so wide the color of his eyes is almost unseeable. He starts pushing into me, the tip slipping in and then I’m aware of the burn of stretching to take him in.

I whine, my hand grasping at his biceps and squeezing, my nails digging into his flesh. “Too big!”

Charles looks down and I follow, watching how my pussy is stretching around the girth of his cock. Charles is big, and not only his dick. He’s bigger than me in general. Standing next to him, I only reach up to his shoulder. His hands are big enough to cover mine whole and then some more.

Getting his dick in me, especially without much prep, is always a challenge. A welcome one but a challenge nonetheless. 

I feel his lips press against my forehead as he continues to push himself in. Inch after inch disappearing into my cunt. “Don’t worry pretty girl,” he says, lips brushing against my skin with each word. “I’ll make it fit. I always make it fit.”

True to his word, Charles does make himself fit. After a few moments his hips are flush against mine and his dick is balls deep inside of me. The burn on the stretch is quickly gone, replaced by the pleasure that fills my body once he begins slowly thrusting.

“Look at how well you’re taking me,” he says, his hips starting to speed up. The once slow thrusts are turning into hard thrusts that somehow make his cock go impossibly deeper into me every time. 

“You were made just for me,” Charles says, and I find myself nodding along. “My pretty little cocksleeve. Wrapped so well around me, just squeezing me in and keeping me warm.”

I feel my cheeks warm and burn from his words. “Charles, fuck!” I moan, trying to hide my face into the crook of his neck. “Feels so good, please don’t stop.”

It feels like my whole body is burning and instead of blood it’s lava coursing through my veins. I can barely think from how good Charles is making me feel. Even more so when his fingers reach out to stroke my clit.

“Fuck, mon coeur.” Charles groans, the rhythm of his thrusts not slowing down. “You’re squeezing me so tight, I never wanna leave this cunt. Could just stay buried in you forever and bring you everywhere with me to keep my cock warm and wet. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Being my very own pocket pussy, for me to use whenever I please.”

“Gonna cum! Please!” I can barely make out any words. My moans turn into sobs of pleasure when he presses his fingers down on my clit, harsher than before, and rubs it in fast circles while his hips snap into mine, his balls slapping against my ass.

“Go on, pretty girl,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin. “Cum around me and then I’m gonna fill you up.” The sound of skin slapping against skin is almost as loud as the sound of my moans. “Fill you up with my cum until you’re all round and full of my child. Gonna look so fucking sexy pregnant with my baby.”

I all but scream in pleasure once I finally cum, my legs wrapping around his waist and trapping him inside of me. My walls squeeze around his cock and within moments Charles is coming as well, groaning as his cum spills into me, painting my walls.

We pause for a few moments to catch our breaths before Charles is gently pulling himself out of me, the head of his cock slipping out with a loud pop. 

His gaze is fixated on my pussy, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Fuck, I love watching my cum leak out of your pussy.” He says, his fingers reaching down to collect some of it and then pushing it back inside, making me whine because of overstimulation.

Charles cups my face and leans in to kiss me. His lips are gentle and his tongue slowly strokes against my own, making me moan into his mouth. When he pulls away he smiles at me. “You did so good for me, mon coeur.” He gets up from the bed and scoops me up into his arms and I hum, feeling the warmth of his skin. “Come on, let’s take a bath.” And then he carries me into the bathroom.

[jeon-ify]

・┆✦ strawberry fanta - 𝐣. 𝐰𝐲 ✦ ┆・

✎ 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 :: ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 :: your husband just wants to please you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :: dom!wy, sub!reader, soft/rough?sex??, dumbification, bimbo!reader, degradation, reader is 20 here, wooyoung is LOUD, wooyoung is like 35 here, reader has daddy issues and wy “makes fun of her”? idk read and u’ll understand, orgasm denial, breeding kink, breast play, bulge kink, crying, spanking, nicknames (dirty, bunny, kinky, pretty, doll, cute, darling, etc), moaning, female anatomy. if i missed anything…… idk

“wooyoung, please. just let me finish this study guide and i promise you i’ll do whatever you want me to.” you rubbed your forehead in stress, wanting your husband to just let you finish your work.

it never occurred to him that you had exams this month, or that you were so overwhelmed with the end of the semester coming and having to transfer to another university.

“it’s not due until the 27th, it’s only the 2nd, baby. just let me help you relax.” his hands slid up your shoulders, pressing against the tension in your neck and massaging the area to release the pressure. you threw your head back in an instant, curious as to how good he was at massaging you. you moan out softly, earning a soft sigh from the man behind you.

“yeah? that feel good, bunny? where else do you want it?” he moans in your ear, knowing exactly what he’s doing. he smirks from behind you, bringing his lips closer to your ear. “asked you a question, baby. help me make you relax. where else do you want me to massage?”

his deep and silky voice made you clench, his warm and dominant voice made you moan out again, already being worked up. it wasn’t long before the word slipped out, it wasn’t your fault either. it was wooyoungs fault for making you a mess, whimpering out “inside~”

“no baby, you have to study for your exams, right?” he pettily responded, lifting his soft hands from your bare shoulders. he deeply chuckled, watching how angry you got.

you rolled your eyes and attempted to continue your studies, but the thought of wooyoung all over you made your brain foggy and your panties wet. he walked away from you, going to pour himself a cup of strawberry fanta from the large black fridge. he takes a sip loudly, announcing that the drink was indeed good. “so good. you should come have a taste, darling.” you peeled your eyes from the notebook, walking towards wooyoung as he brings the cup to your puffy lips. you take a sip of the sugary strawberry soda, looking wooyoung right in the eyes as you dart your tongue out and lick up the drink you’d gotten on your mouth. he watches with his mouth agape, his cock hardening at the sight of your satisfaction. he places the cup on the counter with his eyes still on yours, walking you backwards against the kitchen counter.

“how long i’ve waited for you to finish, darling. what’ll it take for you to drop out and let me have this pussy all day?” he breathes into your mouth, his strawberry scented breath makes your eyes roll back in arousal, the sweetness making your head shake.

“words, pretty. i need to hear them.” you struggle to form the words, but nonetheless, the courage builds up somewhat.

“n-nothing, i’m all your— ohh fuckk,” your voice becomes an octave higher, wooyoung smirking to himself in faux surprise. his fingers make their way into the basketball shorts you had on that belonged to wooyoung. he dips his fingers into your panties and strums on your clit like he’s playing your favorite song. he strums and plays, listening to the tune of your strawberry-sweetened voice.

after what felt like hours of him teasing you, he finally plunges his veiny fingers into your sopping cunt. the gasp he elicits makes your body shake. “shit, baby. all this over a massage? let me see. open your legs, dirty girl. c’mon. atta girl,”

you pry your legs open as wooyoung gets on his knees before you, lifting you up effortlessly to sit on the counter. he slides off the shorts and panties in one take, leaning to plant a kiss on the base of your inner right thigh. he travels upwards, stopping at the top of your pussy. he blows cold air, darting his tongue out to lightly lick at your clit. he reaches for the cup of the pink soda by your side, taking some into his mouth, spitting it onto your bare pussy. the drink itself was ice cold, so the contrast made you shiver.

he could have sworn he was in heaven from how good you tasted mixed with the sugary drink. you throw your head back as you’re rested on your elbows. he licks up all the soda and precum that soaks your heat, plunging his tongue forcefully into your hole. he eats and slurps like he’s a starved man, holding your legs apart and using you for his own pleasure. his eyes are heavy as he watches your neck begin to glisten with sweat, and veins plump in your neck from the moans and breaths you let out.

“youngie- i’m cu-“ you shake immensely, reaching for his head in an attempt to push him away. he doesn’t budge— dipping his tongue further into your hole. he sucks and sucks on the base of your clit, his nose rubbing against your center. his hands grip the sides of your thighs, forcing them open to leave a hickey or two on either side of your thighs.

wooyoung loved marking you up— it was a kink of his. the feeling he gets when he knows that he did this to you and no one else makes his cock hard and his head spin. from the grape toned bruises on your chest to the fading yellow bruises on your neck speak volumes on what kind of sex life you’re experiencing with your man. hanging out with friends was hard when it came to having wooyoung as a husband. he let you go out only as long as people can see the marks he’d left on you.

“please, wooyoung. i have enough bruises—“ you’re cut off by a sharp slap to your pussy, your legs shuddering at the sudden pain.

“one more, baby.” he places one last suck on your thigh, standing up and lifting your shirt off. he takes a sharp breath in, watching how your nipples brush against the tanktop. you lay back onto the counter, wooyoung following you. he plants a kiss on your chin, trailing down and sucking in a generous amount of skin on your right tit. the area swells and bruises a light pink tint, forming another hickey.

undoing his belt, he unbuttons his trousers and untucks the black button up he had on and slides his length up and down your heat. you whine out, thrusting your hips upwards to meet his hips. he pulls away, making you aggravated. “god, just fuck me already! i need it, woo. please.” with no warning, he slides himself in all in one take. he gave you no time to adjust, immediately hitting your cervix.

“yeah? gave you what you wanted, pretty girl. so cute when you cry.”

“please, faster.” he wastes no time in speeding up his pace, making your back arch upwards. he pushes your stomach down, watching the way his cock bulges in your lower stomach. he smiles to himself as he continues his assault on your pink swollen pussy. he watches how your tears fall from your fucked out doe eyes, and how your heart beat can be heard through noise cancelling headphones.

your freshly done acrylics scratch at his back and shoulders, sending shocks of pleasure through his entire body, moaning just as loud as you are. you bite and suck on his shoulder in an attempt to stay quiet. it’s hard to be quiet when your husband is balls deep in you and he’s shushing you while doing so.

“shh, baby. you’re loud today. what’s going on?” faux concern masks the pleasure he’s experiencing at this given moment, making your pussy clench and shut around his length, earning a loud groan from wooyoung. “just feels so good,”

“you dirty girl, marrying someone 15 years older than you. are you not ashamed? the daddy issues in you, baby. i’ll give you all i have, precious girl,” you almost cry at the remark he makes, but he’s not wrong. you found wooyoung at a point in your life where you needed to rely on another man for comfort. now, you’re getting all the comfort you need, your husband being balls deep in you, about to bury his children in you. that thought alone makes you cum.

“i know, baby, i know. i’m gonna cum. let me fill you up, hm?”

he brings his fingers down to where your areas meet, rubbing and strumming your clit aggressively. you squirt all over his pelvis, gasping while your thighs begin to shake. he doesn’t stop fucking you— instead, his thrusts become quicker. he groans and pleas for you while you scratch at his shoulders and bite on his lower neck, trying to shut yourself up.

“y/n, shut your mouth. you’re too fucking loud.”

“i’m sorry, oh my god!” your eyes squeeze shut, white stars begin clouding your vision as you cum around your husband’s cock. he puts his hand over your mouth as he releases inside of you. he stills his thrusts, emptying all of himself into you.

the least of your concerns was getting pregnant with wooyoung’s babies right now. the only thing on your mind was one more orgasm after another.

“fuck, y/n. fuckk,” he continues to pound into you even after he’s finished. “give me one more, gonna pull everything out of you.”

you convulse around his length, overstimulated by all that he’s giving you. you attempt to push him away, but he only fights back. you can’t feel your thighs at this point. sweat begins to form around his entire face, the kitchen counter being soaked of your juices, with a good amount of droplets of sweat and cum. you don’t care— the man before you doesn’t seem to care either.

“tell me how good this feels, birdie. c’mon, let me hear you sing.”

you feel like you’re gonna explode from how good wooyoung is pounding you, your head spinning and your thighs giving out. wooyoung pulls out again, lifting you off the counter and making you bend over it. he grabs a fistful of your hair, making you arch up as he brings your head onto his shoulder. his cold chest makes your skin crawl while goosebumps envelop your body. “say it, girl. speak up.”

“so good! so good, fuck,”

you cum again, wooyoung watching your body twitch in overstimulation. he continues to push into you aggressively, landing a sharp slap to your right ass cheek. “so proud of you, look how good you’re taking- oh?” you throb and clench around his length at the words, wooyoung pausing as he notices the affect praise has on you.

“it really is the daddy issues in you. no ones told you that before, yeah?”

“yes! fuck, i’m cumming, please~”

wooyoung moans as he reaches his second orgasm of the night, pushing your back down and holding your head against the marble as he empties himself in you again. you try to catch your breath and calm yourself, but your thighs still shake. he gets on his knees behind you, lifting your right leg and licking up the juices that cover your pussy. he pushes his tongue into your hole to keep his cum planted in your hole.

“nice and pretty, did so good for me.”

oh. fuck.

[mochilatae]

A Matter Of Time (Namjoon x Reader)

Word Count: 6.1k (ish)

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected sex, semi-public sex, night sex, flirting, kissing (tongue and other), making out, drinking, missionary sex, cumming on (you), orgasms (yours and his), dirty talk, oral sex (licking, sucking), intense sex, mouth fixation, finger sucking, fantasizing, semi/public nudity, spying/voyeurism (mild), thinking about Namjoon's big cock. Probably missed a few!

Genre: PWP, Strangers to lovers

AUs: Mildly CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: It's just a vacation at a beautiful resort. ..And it's just a matter of time until it becomes more.

Author’s Note: for @worldwideseal. Suffer well, dear sis. Purely for escape and sauce. Don't trouble yourself with the hows or gaps in this plot, just enjoy.

Thank you for reading, should you choose to. If you feel like letting me know what you liked with a comment, I'd love to hear. Reblogging is ALWAYS appreciated, but never required.

Tag List: @kiestrokes @askkrisachan

The travel agency had promised so many beautiful scenes. By far, this view outstripped them all. And this was not the result of losing track of time in tropical heat or some sun baked illusion. 

This was as real as it got: A man, paused at the bow of a decent sized yacht. 

The resort brochure had boats—all shapes and sizes. Certainly ones just like this, but being this close to one wasn’t on your itinerary. But snorkeling was, and you’d been doing fairly well at it. 

Right up until you’d come to the surface to snatch a quick breath and saw the form, standing at the boat front. You sunk lower into the water, until only your nose and eyes showed.

Even the wide lens of the snorkel goggles didn’t diminish this impressive silhouette. Especially not such narrow hips. Or the way his body just widened the higher your stare went. You’d never seen a shoulder span like this, or a neck so elegantly long and thick.

He wore a smile as he rolled it right, face upturned to the sun.

Whatever might be on his mind, the man wore no concern, letting the sun wash across his sparkling face. Head to toe, every inch of skin shimmered. 

You were certainly close enough to watch a few rivulets trickling down one side of his neck. And admire the way his hair was slicked along his scalp with almost artistic swirls. He ran fingers through a section, head rolling your way. 

You snorted. A few bubbles broke the surface in front of your face as you bobbed, legs slowly kicking independent of where your focus was: fully zeroing in on this stranger. He certainly looked content relaxing one hip into the bow rail. 

I KNEW I should have brought my camera. It was your best investment yet: a waterproof style that you’d saved a bit to purchase. Snorkeling had a purpose and you’d kicked yourself all morning after realizing the camera was sitting on the bed back at the hotel, unused.

Based on the man preening in silence, the camera’s full potential was going entirely to waste.

Wouldn’t have been a crime to sneak a snap or two of this hunk between shots of clownfish and stingrays. Or coral beds and seaweed. 

It got better when you actually noted he wasn’t wearing a stitch. It was all bare skin top to toes. He spent a long time in the sun like this because the only parts a shade lighter were the rounds of his ass. 

You had to give it to him, those were the best tan lines you’d EVER seen. Following the down slope of his abdomen, you caught the peek of familiar shape. Thick and bare. Your eyes popped as your gaze dragged to the other end of the boat, finding letters, painted immaculately in black with fleur-de-lis shapes accenting.

Fanta-sea 

That’s cute. You had a passing concept of boat names, knowing enough that they were usually clever, humorous, or even punny at times. This name suited the owner. As far as you were concerned, he met the definition of a fantasy.

Foremost yours but who even KNEW how many other women. There was no way on God’s green earth this man was here without company. And if he was? A resort this nice would soon fix that.

You took an unabashed eyeful of the man's ass when he turned away, readily deciding this was the choicest ass you’d ever seen. What you’d managed to see of his front was surpassed only with this angle. He was blessed with long legs and hamstrings defined by sections of tight muscle.

It was truly a delight for the eyes as he strolled towards the bridge, then ducked through an open door there. With him gone, your shoulders surfaced and tension ebbed away. That didn’t stop your lips trembling.

“Jesus..” 

Yes, you’d been floating out here for a while, finally accustomed to the temperature, but now a chill ran the length of your body. Skin prickled against the flow as you began a sluggish dog paddle, heading for the shore. 

Although you’d started further down from where the yacht floated, it was hard to believe you’d missed it this easily. Every stroke against the current, you tried not to look back. Tried not to think about how he looked. How long he might be staying and was it the same resort? 

For now, he seemed to be alone. There’d been no telling giggle, or signs of anyone else there to share the space and the view. No other body sprawled out on the deck, soaking up sunlight. That lack just added more questions to a rapidly growing list. 

First and most pressing of all: What is his name? 

The second followed just as doggedly, sinking claws into your brain: How could I even meet this guy?

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The ‘how’ came about all on its own, when you stood at the bar, watching the bartender pouring your drink. Until this moment, you’d been all too fixated on how close he could get to the top and not spill a single drop. 

Just beyond the bartender’s left side, you noticed the stare. It wasn’t that you’d gotten to really see the face clearly, but you didn’t need to. 

The shoulders were enough, even stressing the crisp white shirt of the form leaned against the bar, directly across the way. 

And your confusion dimmed the lazy jazz and island fused beats down to a thrum as his stare held. You found the barstool suddenly so preciously high with both feet swinging inches off the floor. 

Your fingers gripped the bar edge as you watched the man stand and make his way around. When he did, you knew that body, even a layer of clothing on.

With a warm evening breeze playing through your hair, your eyes followed the white, linen shirt approaching. It fluttered around the man’s chest as he braced an elbow into the counter next to your left side. 

His smile had one dimple and the very subtle shadow of a second on the other cheek. The neon signs above the bar reflected in his curious stare. Both dark brows twitched up.

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” At least you managed to speak up. Although the resort bar wasn’t packed at this hour, it was easy to hear your racing heart. The pace was much more than when you’d been kicking through the waves to chase exotic fish or explore coral reefs. And the view, even better.

A glass slid nearer. The man glanced there, then came back to your face. “Yours?” 

As you lifted the glass the contents shivered briefly. Your lips met the rim with a responsive “Mmhmm.”

“Are you here alone?” He was moving along, another temperate breeze washing around you both. He wasn’t afraid to ask what you’d wondered earlier. You were beyond certain that this WAS that same man.

Your skin felt alive. It wasn’t just tropical heat, and it would soon be moving to other places. Several, ready to respond as intended around a good looking man like this. 

You gulped down a mouthful of fruity coolness, hoping a little liquid courage would go a long way. Especially with your mind full of nothing but the recall of this man’s bare ass and smiling face, soaking up the sun hours ago. 

But do you admit that? How could someone even approach that kind of thing? You couldn’t very well say ‘Yes I saw you naked, on a boat. No big deal..’ It wasn’t exactly a nudist resort here and he probably didn’t even think anyone would see as far down the beach as you’d gone. 

It must have been written all over your face, because the man’s head inclined as his expression devolved into a cheeky grin. “What is it?” 

“I’m alone.” You replied. His stare intensified, his upper body inching closer,closing off space for the breeze roiling its way down the bar, heading at you both again. Your skin was starting to get clammy. 

“Is there something else?” 

“..No.” Your eyes moved to the glass, sweating on the counter nearby and your nails drumming the wooden bartop. Out of beat and tapping the nail points in a nervous staccato. 

He didn’t break eye contact. “I’m here alone too. How rare do you think that is?” 

“Not that rare.” You ventured. 

There was no way to really know, but you hadn’t missed the pairs and groups of people wandering around in the previous days. The beach was riddled with goers, all laughing and communing around you and your lone towel, umbrella pitched at an angle as you squinted into a book and sucked down a mimosa for a few hours. 

It wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t like you’d been able to say you were having the MOST fun you could have. You had plenty of things to do and a partner or friends would just drag your schedule down. 

“I think it’s interesting, anyway.” 

While he was facing the bar and ordering a drink, you studied his face. The man’s skin had become dewy. The sheen went all the way down into the space at the top of his shirt. This wasn’t like ocean water evaporating in the midday sun rays.

This was a muggy summer sweat, which ALSO suited him well. It was getting hard to ignore the darker spots starting to appear where the sweat concentrated most, at the center of his broad chest.  

He turned back with a glass in hand, raised it, then sipped, you spoke up with fingers circling your own glass. You didn’t sip. The glass never even left the bar. 

“You’re here on that tour package–Island Escape?” It didn’t hurt to ask. “...I am. It was a great deal. Once in a lifetime thing, you know?” You added. Now felt like the right time to lay out your purpose for setting foot on these beautiful grounds, and it'd save him the trouble of asking.

He smiled again. “I’m more the self guided tour type.” 

“You travel a lot?” Alone, hopefully.

The man nodded. You smoothed hair from your neck, winding the sweat dampened strand around one finger. 

“Is it for work or…” Your voice trailed off. Bare toes curling, you came off the bar seat and went to the balls of both feet. You shouldn’t yield to the pressure pushing up from inside your hips, but there was every incentive NOT to ignore it. 

“..Or something.” The man’s lids lowered perceptibly, watching you over the glass as he took another long sip, then set it down, entirely facing you.

Something about that was so satisfying, despite being overwhelmed. KNOWING he was looking at you, versus you looking at him–with him unaware–was an entirely different ball game. 

“How often do you take these trips?” The man asked. 

“Let’s start with the important question.” You retorted, a smile breaking out. He mirrored it, showing just how perfect his teeth were too. 

“Hmm?” 

“What’s your name?”

His head dropped with a chuckle, making both shoulders dance and drooping the shirt front lower. Giving a clear-as-day view of the tight valley between his pecs. And hints of muscle there, judging by the shadows playing. Your throat clenched.  

“Yes, we SHOULD get that out of the way. A nagging detail, but probably important. I’m Namjoon.” 

After he said his name, he held out a hand. You found his grip warm and measured as he pumped your hand but didn’t let go first. You wanted to hold it all night, but reluctantly pulled your hand back and rested it palm down on your thigh, feeling the heat through your gauzy skirt.

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Namjoon.” 

Namjoon’s head bowed deeper this time, then he looked towards the resort, watching people further away. There were more couples. Somehow the attendance doubled between when you’d gotten here and when he’d come over. It wasn’t like anyone here knew you’d stumbled upon this man hours ago, when you’d seen him in a most intimate way–birthday suited and sun drenched.

For all you knew, this resort had a nudist beach portion. There was plenty to discover and you only had a handful of days. You’d only begun to check off a full list of activities, none of which stimulated below the belt. 

Until tonight. 

“You’ve been here a little while?” Namjoon asked, stepping closer. Standing that much closer. Within reach, more so than he’d been before. Unspoken respect, but that didn’t mean you weren’t more tempted to reach out and touch. 

Underneath your skirt, the heat was becoming too much. So was the ache that was gnawing through you.

“A couple days.” You agreed. 

“Me too. It’s nice this time of year.” 

“Is that your..boat?” 

Namjoon’s brows shot up again, then pinched briefly. “My boat?” He looked good, even feigning confusion, eyes shining playfully. 

“Yes.” You puffed a little. “Out there in the water–I saw it earlier.” 

“When?” He asked. 

“Today. I was snorkeling and I saw it….saw you.” Fire clawed up your neck. Namjoon caught the flutter in your lids and lowered his own more. He took a brief bite of his lower lip, then scoffed.  

“Did you? What was the name on the boat?” 

“Fanta-sea, I think.” Don’t think. I KNOW. And Namjoon KNEW that you knew. His face came a little closer.

“Yeah. That’s my yacht. Didn’t think anyone would be on the section of beach, down that far. Usually it’s empty.” 

Usually? You swallowed hard. “You’ve been there before?” Surely he meant the day before, or earlier than that. 

“This time of year, yes. Other times it’s pretty packed. I try to avoid it in the dead of the season.” 

“Season.” You echoed. Clarity was coming, rapidly. He wasn’t talking about it as a season vacation package-goer. This was so much more. 

“Mmhm. Travel season. When vacationers overrun this resort. It’s not too bad right now. But there are times..” He didn’t finish, chuckling. When he grew quiet you stared into his eyes. And he looked deeper into yours, stirring something that had your walls twitching. 

“Sounds rough..” You managed.

You wanted to finish the rest of your drink but you were certain the glass would smash to the ground if you tried to pick it up right now. Instead, Namjoon pushed the glass further out of reach, following the bar top towards your hand. His fingers lightly rode the knuckles on the back of that hand. 

“Y/n..” He was solemn as another breeze wrestled the shirt around his body. Your thinned lips refused to release any kind of affirmative sound—not that he needed it to continue. “..Have you ever been on a yacht?”

Your head shook. 

“I want you to see mine. Come with me?” 

You wanted more than that. You wanted Namjoon, just as you’d seen him earlier, except bathed in moonlight, naked under your gaze. If you could be guaranteed a chance at that…. 

Once again, he must have read the desire telegraphing in microexpressions across your face when he took your hand, fingers laced easily through. He tugged you closer, staring down his nose. 

“Know you didn’t come here to see a boat, but trust me. It’ll be worth it.” 

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You’d managed a few indulgences in your time on this planet–the occasional spa day with your closest friend. A nice dinner with your parents. A birthday shopping spree at the best stores on the rich end of town. 

Stepping foot on a yacht wasn’t quite on your list, but not for the reason you’d assumed. Where you lived wasn’t close enough to a beach or convenient to fly to without sinking a whole day in and out of airports and planes. 

But this trip came with bonuses that checked the lux yacht experience off your list after inking it right at the top.

Stepping onto Namjoon’s yacht proved it was even BETTER from on board than it had appeared floating in the ocean and stone’s throw away. Even with just the moonlight painting the finely finished wood deck. 

The surface was cool under your feet as you paused away from the ladder and slipped off your flats. You laid them next to Namjoon’s shoes, arranged neatly side by side, then followed him as he moved towards the beam, where the yacht seemed to be widest. You could spin around, arms wide and never hope to hit a single thing–in fact ALL of your closest friends could do that very same thing with that guarantee. 

Namjoon had turned, watching your big eyes roaming with a measured smirk. Slowly his arms crossed at his chest. 

“View better from up here, hmm?” The wind was stronger here, and a bit cooler, coming off the water and the rocking of the yacht wasn’t noticeable as you’d expected. It was more an imperceptible sway. 

“It’s beautiful.” You marveled. 

Eventually your attention found its way to Namjoon, the darkness around consuming the taller portions of the ship, disappearing into the shadows if you squinted up or in any direction too far. 

Not that it mattered. 

This man standing just in sight, chest expanded, and the wind teasing his shape through whipping fabric was the best, most breathtaking view of them all. You weren’t even sure you’d noticed any stars in the sky as you gazed at Namjoon’s beaming smile. 

“When you saw me today….What was I doing?” A step brought Namjoon close again and you braced, leaning into the soft tilt you could feel in your senses as a wave rolled the giant yacht body a little. 

“Just…standing here.” You replied, skimming back more hair as it spilled forward over your shoulder, dragged by the wind. You knew he was watching that action, his eyes roving in matching directions. 

“Standing here?” He glanced down. “I don’t think it was here.” 

You held back a giggle.

“Obviously not there.” You looked around, nodding towards the bow of the boat. “There… I think. It was hard to tell from down in the water but…I saw enough.” 

“Did you?” He moved by you, but had your hand as he did, pulling you closer to the railing. You didn’t end up there, but you could see down into the water from the nose of the boat well enough. You had a sense of somewhere, in that dark ocean below, that he’d be lying to say he hadn’t seen you floating there–even as vast as the ocean was. 

The water was too clear and calm earlier. And your bright pink snorkel set stuck out like a sore thumb, but you said nothing, combing back more hair on the other side, tucking it behind that ear. 

Namjoon released your hand. His feather lite touch grazed your chin.

“I was standing near here.. Hmm?” You nodded, watching him do the same a little, fingers circling your chin. Pressure came as he squeezed softly, pulling the rounded shape up faintly. “..Just doing nothing?” 

You managed another nod, grateful he didn’t let go. 

“...What else did you see?” 

“What do you mean?” You breathed. That building feeling that had nestled and filled up your pelvis became a massive, pulsing ache. There wasn’t a single, undisturbed nerve there. 

“I think you can tell me.” 

Whatever had compelled you to keep staring like earlier today, treading water, or across the bar during Namjoon’s approach, it was bigger than everything right now.

It kept you from breaking eye contact and prevented any lie from growing roots. 

“..Nothing.” Your tongue swept your lips and the wind sucked the moisture away in a blink.

“..You weren’t wearing anything.”

Namjoon’s face relaxed as his brows shifted as he nibbled his lip longer this time. “And what did you think of that?” 

It wasn’t like you’d never seen a man naked. In your life you’d seen PLENTY of them. All shapes and sizes, but none like Namjoon. None had hit you so directly in the center of your need. 

“I liked it.” 

“I liked being naked. It’s freeing.” 

You squeaked. It meant something, but you didn’t have time to figure out what. Namjoon’s thumb pried your lower lip down as he leaned towards you. His lips opened just a little. Dizziness rushed to your head as you swooned towards his approach. 

At the last minute he stopped, the touch of his lips a silky heat as he spoke into your parted lips. 

“Did you like what you saw?” 

“Yes.” You whined. “Your body is—” 

“Mmnnn..” He dragged his lips across yours for a peck and pulled back just so, again. “Be naked with me? I think you’ll find it’s liberating here.” 

“Here?” You blinked, feeling your lips sinking around his thumb as he fed the tip past your lips. 

“Yes. Out here. On my yacht. On the deck. Under the stars. Are you here to enjoy yourself and do what you want? I am.” 

You didn’t answer, lips still tight around his finger, until it popped free from your latch. You chased it a little until Namjoon seized your chin again and leveled his stare on you, nose to nose. 

“Y/n..” His tone dropped a level, dragged across gravel. Serious, to match his unflinching gaze. “What did you want when you saw me naked?” 

Where could you even start? You went with the first thing your brain and loins demanded in unison. 

“I wanted to feel you.” Confession felt so good, the heat spilling up out of your mouth as you spoke. Namjoon leaned his front into you, letting you get a good sense of his body. And it was exactly as firm and muscled as it looked from that big, deep blue world below. 

You went about as wet too, right at your seal. Your nipples perked and you moaned when his chest dragged your top across the newly woken points. 

Namjoon cradled one hip, then gathered the hem of your shirt, guiding it up your side. The other hand did the same, bringing your top to your breasts, peeling it away. Along with the bra underneath, he dropped both to the deck.

Smiling, Namjoon pulled your hands to his hips and nodded. “Go ahead. Help me out?”

This was really happening.

All the questions and pondering that had been building all day long and simmering all night were now about to find a happy realization. Fruition, in the form of your fingers, under Namjoon’s shirt, pushing rough and fast. He did the rest at his shoulders, hauling the garment off. It went right to the ground, atop yours. 

Without speaking, your fingers walked the waist of his bottoms, finding them just like his shirt: a lighter material and quickly off his body. He kicked them clear after you stood up. Without waiting, his hands guided your skirt down. 

As the stretching waistband widened and rolled down your hips, Namjoon mouthed over your bare belly. You moaned, listening to the sound carried away by the salty breeze. It didn’t matter–what mattered was how good this felt. 

The water lapped the hull as Namjoon’s lips pressed into your skin. He tugged a bit of skin below your navel, shuffling your panties down last. When his open mouth found your pussy, your thighs shook and you melted down against his face. 

Namjoon was ready, jaw flexing as his hands caught your hips, lifting you enough. His tongue dove against your folds, spreading you with a few long, firm licks. From the way his moan rattled your mound, he was more than pleased with the taste. 

The stars you barely made out winking in the sky overhead, faded again as your eyes rolled shut when Namjoon pulled your clit tight between his lips. And sucked, deep. Hard. Pulsing his lips with a suction that didn’t falter. 

It went on for some time until you felt like everything was flowing down, out of you. Your senses finally came back enough to groan his name as fingers scraped his scalp. Twisted hair through your fingers, tugging him closer, then trying to pull him away. 

Namjoon wrestled himself free with a dulcet sigh. “You taste…so good…” He swabbed your slick from his lips in a lick, then palmed your ass. “...Lay down for me, baby..” 

The deck was exactly as smooth as it'd been under your soles, when back and ass met it. No sooner and Namjoon went to hands and knees, then stroked both palms down the insides of your thighs to guide them apart and settled between. One leg he draped along the inside of an arm, the other he pushed up and out, angling the knee to widen you. 

Opening you at the very center, wind spilling over slick coated skin. It felt good, but that didn’t last long. The gnawing emptiness was back and your hips twisted as you whimpered. The very last thing on your mind was the devilish details. 

Small things, like what Namjoon said next. 

“Y/n…You okay with raw?”

I shouldn't. So why do I WANT to? Vacations were about being care free, but this was about as far from sensible as you'd ever been. ...And every fiber said you WANTED it. Right-wrong-whatever, let it sweep you up.

Your palm struck wood, then dragged with a squeal of damp skin and sting of friction. Breasts jerked and rose higher as you arched. Impatience went right down to the center of your soul.  

“Yes..” You gasped. “..Just want you.. Please… fill me up.” 

Namjoon’s gripped cock drew close and he swept the head right up your center, coating the blunt end. You wanted to wither at the way he moaned in surprise. It wasn’t long before he guided his tip right against your opening. 

A palm thumped against the deck, bracing right next to your hitched knee. The other arm bent, keeping your other draped leg angled shamelessly high. Then Namjoon slid inside. It was relief at first, as you stretched around his shaft. Then it was sweet pain as he sank deeper, stretching you more. 

Your ass wiggled when Namjoon pulled back. Pushed in, with a single, firm body roll. He slid back out, then plunged again, this time falling immediately into a steady pump. He had a stroke that said he knew what to do with himself. 

And how to take care of the perky tightness that was developing the more he thrust. Your fingers started at his forearms, circling there, then nails touched skin, sinking in, then dragging higher with a low moan. Your body shook with the impact, then gyrated counter to Namjoon’s marching pace. 

“You feel so…tight. God..” He snarled, snapping hips harder. Less gentle, his head went back. The stars were back, under your lids, and when they opened, the shining started on Namjoon's skin.

Underneath your bare ass and back, the deck was alive with sound–you shifting up inch by inch with the power packed into each forward driving motion. Namjoon was heading quickly towards pounding and it was opening a pit of pleasure under your belly. Your walls gave a massive clench and chills washed over you.

An orgasm was right there, about to hit you hard. Your cocked knee recoiled more, snapping in place over Namjoon’s hip. The other heel sank into his back. Both climbed higher as he grunted. Added force. Barreled into you–through you. Waves of pleasure built on top of each other inside you.

Another dizzying rush and you barely gasped out  “That’s it…Namjoon—” before it all hit you at once. Struck you dumb in a full body convulsion. His instroke faltered as you seized around him, clinging so hard onto his biceps that he shuddered. It must have hurt, but you couldn’t be bothered to notice.

You couldn’t help anything you did,except let out a high pitched shriek of relief. However far that carried, it wouldn’t be a surprise if it reached the shore. You’d taken more than enough time at 7 knots, getting further and further offshore, rising and boring through inky waters, deep into the approaching night. 

And it led to this: you, under Namjoon, his cock stabbing relentlessly into you as he went on after a short reprieve. Enough that he could pummel you again, taking his own turn. Your nails slid through moisture again. 

Had to be more sweat developing faster than the wind could wick away, but that was fine. Your pussy was ultra wet, just tight enough he could get away with more force. More depth. And it sounded so good. You were helpless to do much but lay here. Taking it with eyes bleary and fixed on a far away point of light. A single, white point blinking in the distant horizon. 

And you, rocking against the final thrusts. Rocking like the waves against the ship’s hull, giving away as it was meant to: You, wet and pliant, melting around Namjoon with his last plunge in, before he pulled out and brought himself upright, head thrown back. His shaft speared once more through five tightly circled fingers, then the spurt of cum splashed onto your belly.

Hitting higher, shot by shot until he created a decent, milky pool between your shivering breasts. 

It was just like that moment you’d seen him on the bow–under the golden sun. A mirrored moment, but bathed in white of the moon’s delicate aura now. Head craned, lines in his neck strong, taut skin aglimmer again. And like earlier, it pulled you in entirely. You couldn’t look away, eyes barely open, adrift in the afterglow. 

Namjoon had to be proud of the sight: sweat and his load, mixed on your chest and torso. He openly admired, then his shoulders dropped. Eventually he leaned over you. In spite of however much effort he’d just put out, Namjoon was still just as careful laying against you with his full body weight.

His weary smile wasn’t lacking any satisfaction. A dreaminess painted his moon washed features. You found it easy to get lost, admiring in silence as he gathered thoughts then spoke.

“...God.. you’re…” That was YOU, robbing an obviously well spoken man of the coherency he was accustomed to. Probably even KNOWN for in his daily and professional life. I did that. And fuck does it feel AMAZING. If the girls back home only knew… 

Not that you’d ever tell.

“Mmmm..You…didn’t want to finish inside me?” Was that really pouting in your tone? Were you really too fucked out to question yourself or hide it? 

Namjoon chuckled, looking down at your breasts, and further, getting a much closer look at the chaos he’d left behind. The verdict was in–he was quite impressed at the handiwork.

“You didn’t ask.” When he dragged fingertips through his fluids on your belly, then headed for your mound, your hips lifted. His hand pulled back just before he reached what you were offering all over again. “..Mnnnngg…Good aim and distance.” 

“You’d cum inside me if I wanted?” 

Namjoon looked at you again,from under lowered brows, wearing a questionable smirk. “I’d consider it. Not the brightest move if we’re strangers.”

“Neither is condomless sex. Or sex on a boat, in the open ocean air.” 

“Sex on the beach is an option too, Y/n. The night is still young and I know a stretch of beach that’s empty for SURE this time.” 

“God..” You began. Delight tightened everything inside. Although you’d just cum, the body was quickly recovering and the mind was more than willing to meet this man’s unflagging energy. “..Namjoon..” you gasped, turning your face when shyness caught up for a moment.  

He wasn’t letting that feeling gain any traction,bringing his face close, angling for a kiss. Ultimately soft, exploring your mouth lightly with his tongue. When yours flirted past his lips, he sucked the tip and you squeezed around nothing, drowning in a moment of pure desire. The kiss was over all too soon, and Namjoon was sitting up onto his knees.

“Let’s go below deck. Clean up and change.” He’d already begun indiscriminately collecting clothing, pausing to dab away the more plentiful globs he’d left behind on your chest and belly. 

“Does that mean we’re heading back to shore?” 

Namjoon sighed. “..Eventually, we have to.”

He WAS right, but you didn’t want to just yet. Not tonight and maybe not until tomorrow afternoon. It was much different enjoying the ocean being out on, rather than splashing hundreds of feet offshore or laying out on a towel in the sand. 

Namjoon detected the concern in a pinch between your brows. “What’s wrong?” 

“Does ‘eventually’ mean…now?” 

“Not if you don’t want it to. I don’t…Is that okay?” 

Relief felt as cool as the night air racing across your thighs and breasts. The puddled fluid on your skin was rapidly becoming distracting for different reasons: a persistent reminder of the temperature falling around you as the night wore on. 

“Yes.” You smiled as he took your hand and brought you to your feet. Even entirely naked, you suddenly didn’t care much. It was a nice surprise. In the past, nudity hadn’t been the easiest for you. A vacation from that hang up was a bonus. 

Standing face to face, Namjoon watched you for a moment. And you gazed up, remembering the moment you saw his eyes, around the bartender. You hadn’t done much and it hadn’t been long, but you felt different enough to ensure you’d come back from this trip a changed person. 

“Let’s get settled. Sleeping on a yacht in the ocean…It’s like a waterbed. Best sleep of your life..” There was no need to promise. Namjoon had already guaranteed it. From the pleasant and relaxing heaviness seeping through every limb, this would be the most refreshing night of sleep you’d had in a long time. 

And when it came to vacations and resorts, this would lead the pack for a long time too.

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You buckled the lap belt long before the flight leveled out and reclined back into your seat. It was routine. Everything, going off without a hitch. At the airport reasonably early. Breezing through security. And now, perfectly situated–magazine on your lap. Earplugs prepped for insertion. Carry on tucked under your seat. Your final step in the ‘routine’ was a look out the window. 

Cruising altitude was a few minutes away, but peeking out the small window to your left, you could see it all easily enough. 

The island. Large, pale squares of the resort’s most prominent buildings. Even the darker red clay tiles of the resort bar. Where your best night had begun. Better than the hikes. Better than the tours of the ancient landmarks. 

And out there, at the shoreline, the thin white trail of the waves rushing at the shore line, then ebbing away as they slid back to where they’d come: the vast and endless ocean. You couldn’t  make out figures on the beach anymore, from this high up. 

And because of that, you knew looking for Namjoon was fruitless, until the moment you saw it: his ship there, anchored further down the shore, opposite from where you’d found him. A single, elongated white shape, alone on the blue. 

For a moment a pang of sadness filled you dangerously to the top, bringing a brief heat to your eyes, but you blinked it away, smiling against the thick plastic of the window. You focused on his boat for a bit longer, then shut the window shade. 

It was how you needed to leave things: the last sight should be what had made the most impact in your memory: Namjoon and his smile as he let your hand go first this morning. Early–just before the sun was fully out, sweatshirt shapeless on your form, eyes puffy from sleep but still struggling to drink him in so close. 

And what he’d said–that he’d see you again... How did you know?

Show and prove came in the form of a text with a link. When you clicked it brought up a calendar with Namjoon’s name. There wasn't much detail beyond dates and locations--blocks of color hashing out days at a time. 

Whoever Namjoon was here at the resort, beyond the boundaries and back in daily life, he was regimented. Private. Very secure. Protective of his time and much, much more.

Those walls were high but for a few hours he'd given you a peek over. This text brought them down again--something you had a feeling did not come easy or often.

He meant what he said. 'I'll see you again.'

Scrolling forward through his calendar, for a few months from now, you knew exactly when. Your mind was already doing the math farther ahead. Finding that perfect alignment. 

All you had to do was pick a date and fly there. From here,and no matter how far apart you were, it was just a matter of time. 

[billybob598]

Well Shit (Lena Oberdorf x Reader)

Hellooo people!!! This was requested by the amazing, lovely, (almost) perfect @wosofanstuff! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @ares3460!!!!!!!! I LOVE MY GRANDMA. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one. As always any feedback good or bad is welcomed! Have fun!

Word Count: 865 (let's ignore this)

Lena observes as you go through finishing drills, dribbling around the cones seamlessly and completing a give-and-go with Lynn flawlessly. To anyone else, it would have looked like Lena was watching you because of your skills. Instead, she was admiring how beautiful you looked, how your hair fell just right over your shoulders, how your eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in concentration as you controlled the ball, how your legs flexed when you kicked the ball, how the sun shined onto your face making you look ethereal. Yeah, it was fair to say that Lena was whipped. Luckily, you had been dating for a little over three months now. The German midfielder had no idea how she managed to convince you on a date, but by some miracle of God, she did. No one knew that you were together, both of you agreed that it would be too much stress on the relationship if the team knew. You loved them to bits, but sometimes they could be the nosiest people ever. 

“Obi?” A voice breaks her out of her trance.

“Huh?” Jule just chuckles at the confused look on the young German’s face.

“I know Y/N is an amazing player but we have to go do media,” she tells her friend.

“Oh, yeah, okay,” Lena’s cheeks heat up at being caught staring at you. Thankfully Jule just thought she was watching because you were good.

 Later that night, you’re at your apartment when your phone dings from an incoming text. 

Obi💚

Can I come over?

Of course xx

Be there in 5

Sure enough, a knock drew you away from the kitchen five minutes later. When you open the door you’re met with your girlfriend in an oversized hoodie and two cans of Fanta in hand. Fully opening the door so she can walk inside, you watch as she expertly moves around your home, proving how much time she spends there. 

“What are you making?” She asks, gesturing to the kitchen.

“Spaghetti. Have you eaten yet?” You say heading back to check on the pasta sauce. 

“No.”

“Okay, it should be ready in like five minutes,” you wander back to the living room to see your girlfriend already setting up a movie on Netflix. 

The movie plays in the background as you eat your dinner, with light conversation continuing throughout the night. When the movie ends, Lena picks up the dirty dishes and begins to clean the kitchen. You sit on the island watching her. How one person could be so perfect you have no idea. 

“You’re staring,” Lena says with a smirk. You roll your eyes, a blush creeping up your neck.

“No, I wasn’t,” you say defensively. Her smirk only gets wider as she raises her eyebrows. God, how you wanted to just kiss the smirk right off her face. 

“Sure, schatz.”

“If anyone is staring it’s you,” you say, deciding to turn the tables on her.

“What?” She asks confused.

“I saw you staring at training today, you were practically drooling.” Now it’s Lena’s turn to blush.

“Shut up,” she mutters and throws the towel she was using at you. You laugh, music to her ears. A smile works its way onto her face and she walks around the counter picks you up and gently places you on top of the counter. Considering she’s got a good three inches on you, it’s not that difficult. She steps in between your legs, slowly reaches up and caresses your cheek. Your eyes flicker down to her lips and without hesitation, Lena tilts her head up and presses her lips against yours. One of your hands moves to her hair, running through it. Lena lets out a soft moan. You immediately take advantage and slip your tongue inside. The two tongues fight for dominance while Lena’s hand grips onto your waist. Her other hand finds the small of your back. Your senses are overwhelmed, the feeling of her lips on yours, her hair between your fingers, her hands all over your body, just…her. Then, she removes her mouth from your and starts to plant wet kisses down your neck. They get lower and lower and lower until-

“What the fuck?!” Someone yells, interrupting the makeout session. Both of you jump apart looking very startled. You freeze when you see half of the team standing there watching you with their jaws hanging and eyes comically wide.

“Well shit,” Lena mumbles, pulling away from you a little more. Of course, you had completely forgotten that you had given a spare key to Sveindís. And of course, she chose that night to break in and bring half the team for an impromptu movie night. Everyone was silent for a few more seconds when finally Alex spoke up,

“Are you two like, together?” You glance warily at Obi, she looks at you with a soft smile and slips her hand into yours before answering,

“Yeah, we are.” This opens up the floodgates.

“Oh my God!”

“How long have you been dating?”

“Who asked out who?”

“Who else knows?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us.”

“I knew it!”

It’s safe to say that movie night did not happen.

[vivievienne]

Swapping outfits — Flufftober Day 25

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which you and Veritas swap your outfits!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I love dubbing servers istg. also be ready guys... tomorrow i drop vivi x fanta squad pharmacist ff! (gosh... i got longer fics with each day!! i'm recovering finally...)

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: might be ooc, suggested a male!reader but there's no use of male he/him pronouns for reader so can be gn as well!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 352

"What a foolish thing you decided to do today?", Ratio said with his typical, slightly irritated tone. He couldn't find his usual clothes and it triggers him. Like they didn't disappear in the air! He knew you did something to them. He just knew.

"Well, you probably already know what I am 'bout to!", you shouted from the bathroom. "You didn't get those doctorates in chips, didn't you?"

"Are you suggesting that I may not have the knowledge that I represent?", he asked with a frown.

"Veritas, calm down, I can see that you are frowning through the door!", you laughed. "C'mon, where is it written that I am implying something? Don't imagine things!"

"Then maybe I should imagine where my clothing is?", he rolled his eyes and stood in front of the bathroom door.

"You're asking, you got!", you opened it with a smirk. You wore his clothes. You wore HIS clothes. No way... That was... unexpected, even for genius like him. And you even dare to pose in this!? "I must say, it's quite comfortable. Though, the students must be very distracted during your classes because of it."

"Take. It. Off. Now", he said slowly but bluntly. How did you dare to do that!?

"No way! Today is a swap-day!", you smiled.

"Swap-day? What on the earth is that!?"

"We are swapping each other's clothes for a day! Isn't it obvious, Veritas?"

"I am not going to wear your clothes!", he stated. This going to be the end of his career if he does! He can't... blame his dignity like that!

"Then, you are going to wear nothing!", you shrugged it off. "I think that students will enjoy the view as much as I do", you winked.

Ratio sighed. If you want to play it dirty, he will play it even dirtier.

So now, he's standing in your clothes with unsatisfied look. You could be cruel sometimes...

"Wow, I didn't thought that it will suit you this good", you said as you saw him in these.

"That's only for an one day. And not for a hour longer."

[subbytwink]

Ask me please :3

1. Are you a virgin?

2. Does anyone besides you know your penis size?

3. Do you know anyone who has any STDs?

4. Were you married when you first lost your virginity?

5. Do you swear under celibacy?

6. When did you first lose your virginity? If you haven't, when would you like to?

7. Have you ever gotten tricked into aphrodisiacs or alcohol for sex?

8. Have you walked in on someone masturbating/having sex?

9. Have you ever seen someone masturbate or have sex with their permission?

10. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?

11. If you had to chose one, would you have outdoor sex or car sex?

12. When was the age you first masturbated? Whether you knew it or not?

13. Have you ever helped someone "finish"?

14. Have you ever had an erection in the past month?

15. When was the last time you have had an erection?

16. Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed?

17. What is your method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial, prostate)

18. What is your penis size?

19. Has anyone seen your private parts other than yourself or a family member?

20. What is the strangest thing you have ever put up your anus?

21. Do you like rough sex or intimate sex better?

22. When was the last time you masturbated?

23. When was the last time you had sex?

24. When was the last time you watched porn?

25. Have you ever bought a sex toy? If so, which one did you buy last? First sex toy? If not, which one do you plan on buying when you do?

26. Circumsized?

27. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched?

28. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched?

29. Are you able to achieve orgasm just through nipple stimulation?

30. What color/type of underwear are you wearing?

31. Have you ever sent someone a picture or video of you in the nude? Did it include sexual actions?

32. Have you ever posted a picture of image of you in the nude on a website? Did it include sexual actions?

33. Have you ever anonymously sent/posted a picture or video of yourself in the nude? Did it include sexual actions?

34. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr?

35. When was the last time you have had a wet dream?

36. Which wet dream was your favorite?

37. Is there a friend you would willingly have sex with?

38. Is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with?

39. Have you ever masturbated with someone?

40. Have you ever took a shower with someone that is not a family member?

41. Favorite sexual position? If you are a virgin, which position interests you?

42. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?

43. Are you into any BDSM?

44. Have you ever wanted to have sex with someone but knew you couldnt for any reason? Why?

45. Turn on's?

46. Turn off's?

47. Have you ever had a sexual fantasy about someone? Was it about anyone other than your lover?

48. Have you ever had phone sex? Video sex? Chat box sex?

49. What was the weirdest thing that has ever turned you on?

50. Do you like dirty talk?

51. Are you loud or quiet during sex? Masturbation?

52. Have you ever been inturrepted during sex or masturbation? Who/what?

53. Most embarressing sex/masturbation story?

54. Most hilarious sex/masturbation story?

55. What kind of porn do you like to watch?

56. First type of porn you have ever watched? (ie. lesbian, hentai, threesome)

57. What was the most recent type of porn you have ever watched? What category was it under?

58. Most hilarious/stupidest porn you have ever watched?

59. Have you ever fantasized over someone older than you? How much older? Younger? How much younger?

60. Favorite sex toy (if any)?

61. Have you ever had to break up with/divorce someone because you weren't satisfied with their sex?

62. Have you ever used anything/gotten any surgeries to improve sexual performance/feel?

63. If someone you knew asked for a nude image, would you do it? What about a tumblr follower?

64. Have you ever told someone any wet dreams/fantasies you've had about them?

65. Do you like to have sex like they do in pornos?

66. Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them?

67. Are you able to be secretive when you masturbate? (like able to be quiet so no one can hear?)

68. When was the first time you achieved orgasm?

69. Is there only one way so far that you have been able to achieve orgasm? (ie. only by using toys, only from 1 positon,only from masturbating a certain way)

70. Favorite type of oral?

71. Strangest sexual positon you've tried?

72. Have you ever made up a sexual postion?

73. Girls During sex, vaginal or anal?

74. Girls During masturbation, clitorial, vaginal, or anal?

75. Do you like to be dominant or submissive?

76. Have you ever masturbated to someone?

77. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn't there when you needed them?

78. Have you ever had a one night stand? Do you still keep in contact with them?

79. Have you ever had a friends with benefits? Are they still beneficial?

80. Have you ever had sex with someone who wasnt your partner?

81. Has any of your partners had sex with someone else?

82. Have you ever gotten pregnant? Were they your lover's or someone else's?

83. Birth control or condoms?

84. Do you ever masturbate to porn?

85. Does anyone know you masturbate? Did you have to tell them?

86. Did your parents ever find out you were sexually active?

87. Do you have any STDs?

88. Have you ever masturbated to a fictonal character or celebrity?

89. Have you ever had sex during "7 minutes in heaven"?

90. Spit or swallow? Or do you not like oral?

91. Have you ever been rejected for sex? Have you ever rejected someone else?

92. Do you have someone who said they are willing to take away your virginity if you havent lost it by a set age or if you just want to have a good time?

93. Have you ever experiented with the opposite sex?

94. When you first lost your virginity, was it intended or spontanious?

95. Has anyone ever walked in when you were taking a shower with someone?

96. Did you ever tell someone once you lost your virginity?

97. Does your lover know if you have masturbated?

98. Does your lover know that you want to have sex with them but cant?

99. Do you like masturbation?

100. f i were to ask you if we could have sex, would you say yes?

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

Imagine, if you will, a scene. Perhaps it is a painting or a photograph, and perhaps it’s displayed on the wall of a public space. It is an image of a scene, frozen in time, depicting a room. On one side of the room is a dining room table, and the other is a kitchen with a countertop.

On the kitchen counter lies a series of objects. Firstly, a bag of hamburger buns, it is open, the twist tie sits on the side. Normally bags of hamburger buns this size have 8 buns, 4 on bottom, 4 on top, but this bag has 4 on bottom and only 2 on top. Beside that is a plate, on the plate are two hamburgers, one on top of the other, underneath them a puddle of grease far larger than just 2 burgers would make. Next to the plate is a stack of individually wrapped American cheese slices, and behind it are two crinkled cheese slice wrappers that have no cheese in them, only residue. Further along the counter is a jar of hamburger style sliced pickles, the lid is lying on the counter beside it and there is a fork sitting in the pickle juice, no pickles are currently impaled on the fork. Next is a plate with half an onion on it, there are a few pieces of diced onion next to the half onion, but not enough to combine to a full onion. Beside that, a bag of shredded lettuce, it is only half-full. Finally there is a container of ketchup with its lid flipped open, a jar of mayonnaise with a dirty knife resting on top of it, and an unopened bottle of mustard with plastic wrap on its lid. On the other side of the counter there sits an open bag of kettle cooked sea salt and vinegar chips.

At the dining room table, sitting across from each other at the table, are two girls. In front of each of them is a dirty plate, both plates having some chip crumbs, some grease, splotches of ketchup and mayo, a bit of melted cheese, a few pieces of diced onion, and on one of them, a slice of pickle. Beside the plates are cans of soda, one of them fanta, the other Dr Pepper. One of the girls has some ketchup on her face and on her shirt. The other is pointing at her face and holding a napkin. Through the screen door behind them you can see a grill. The coals are mostly white and there is no visible fire, only a few cinders can be seen. A bit of smoke rises off the grill, but not a lot.

Imagine you and your friend are in that public space, looking at this scene depicted on the wall. In a seemingly obvious observation, your friend comments that they think the girls in the picture just ate burgers. You agree, commenting that you could go for a burger right now. From behind you, a third person, who was not previously a part of the conversation, chimes in.

“Why are you saying the girls ate burgers? There are no burgers in their hands, on their plates, or even in their mouths!”

You tell the stranger that they’re ignoring all the obvious evidence. You explain that the women likely grilled the burgers, took them to the counter to put them on buns and add their toppings, and then ate the burgers together at the table. You say that the image clearly shows the women after eating the burgers but before cleaning up the kitchen, they might even go back for seconds.

The stranger continues, they say that there’s no evidence that the girls ate burgers because you can’t see them eating burgers in the picture, and furthermore there is no official statement from the painter/photographer/whatever that the girls ate burgers.

You point out that the picture has a labeled caption that says “burger night”. The stranger says that is unrelated, saying that if the title was “girls who just ate burgers” then they’d believe you that the girls ate burgers, but that, looking at the image, there is no explicit proof that the girls ate burgers.

You try again. You point out the image to the left of this one, a precursor image titled “shopping for burgers”. It shows the same two girls at a supermarket, their cart contains ground beef, burger buns, hamburger sliced pickles, sea salt and vinegar chips, an onion, a bag of shredded lettuce, a jar of mayo, a bottle of mustard, and a bottle of ketchup.

The stranger disagrees yet again. They say that just because the girls shopped for burgers does not mean that they ate burgers. They then point out that you said you could go for a burger, saying that it’s a clear example of you projecting burger-eating onto the girls in the picture.

You and your friend realize you could be doing literally anything else with your time, so you walk away, planning to go to the nearby burger place. The stranger calls after you, saying that they won.

[viisoul]

MAKE IT UP TO YOU!

{dom!sanemi , sub!reader , degrading , overstimulation , use of the word ‘bitch’ , choking , modern au.}

when y/n’s new pair of shoes are ruined because of her clumsiness enemy, her enemy is forced to apologize and make it up to her, but it seems to go a little further than just that.

"you fucking asshole!"

"oh, shut up, you whiny bitch!"

"you ruined my shoes! i hope you die!"

"shut the hell up! the shoes were ugly anyway!"

y/n l/n, the forever enemy of sanemi shinazugawa, was currently fuming because of his clumsy actions. y/n was always a spoiled daddy's girl since birth. her dad bought her anything and everything she wanted. he was filthy rich, after all. she lived in a huge mansion with a huge bedroom just for her. she'd always gotten the latest designer clothes or bags, and the newest shoes.

today was yet another day in college, y/n and sanemi arguing over every little thing. however, it was lunchtime. sanemi doesn't usually eat lunch food, so he just got a red fanta out of the vending machine. unfortunately for y/n, she was walking towards sanemi and she hadn't realized it.

the poor girl bumped into him, the red drink spilling all over her brand new white shoes and her outfit. though, she was more concerned about her shoes.

"you shut up! i think they're cute! you just don't have any fashion sense, you tacky motherfucker!"

as sanemi was about to say something else, his eyes shifted over to his friends before he spoke. "tsk. you're embarrassing me. i don't have time for you."

sanemi purposely bumped her shoulder before walking over to his small group of friends, as she walked off to the bathroom to clean off her shoes as much as she could.

when y/n made it to the bathroom, she sighed lowly. she put soap on a tissue and wet it, scrubbing her shoes roughly. although y/n was spoiled, she was very appreciative. she was happy with anything her dad gave her. it'd hurt her deeply to know that the thing that was given to her from one of the only people that actually loves her had gotten messed up.

she exhaled, throwing her head back as she let the shoes fall from her hands and onto the ground. despite scrubbing as much as she could, there was still a reddish pink color on her shoes. now she had to deal with the embarrassment of walking around with dirty shoes. hopefully bleach would do the trick when she got home.

y/n slipped her shoes back on, throwing the napkins away in the garbage before walking out. as she walked out, she saw sanemi leaning against the wall next to the boy's bathroom.

"what are you doing, you creep?" she murmured.

sanemi pushed himself off of the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"tsk. i already don't wanna do this."

"do what?" she stared at him in confusion.

"look, i'm sorry. okay? i'm sorry about messing your shoes up." his cheeks were tinted with the reddest color possible, and his expression showed his embarrassment.

"oh? sanemi's apologizing for once?" she teased.

"shut up!" he hissed. "if you want, i can... make it up to you."

she paused. "...who's telling you to do this?"

"shino— nobody! i'm doing this on my own! now, do you want me to make it up to you or not?"

"um... how?"

"i'll take you out to dinner—, to your favorite restaurant."

"ha! unless you're planning to spend a couple hundred dollars at least, i think not."

"...whatever. it doesn't matter. so, do you wanna go or not?"

"um... sure." she replied quietly, thinking that if she said that, it'd change his mind.

"give me your number. i'll pick you up at six." he held his hand out, expecting her phone.

after exchanging numbers, y/n left to go home early with her dad. she ranted to her father, who was off of work that day, for what felt like hours on end about sanemi. her father could only awkwardly listen to her as she paced around the spacious living room.

y/n's father was used to listening to her rants. especially about sanemi. he'd suggested switching schools, yet, for some reason, she always insisted on staying.

"his dumb white hair and those ugly scars all over his disgusting face—! i hate him!" she groaned, holding her head in her hands.

"listen, sweetheart, i'll just buy you another pair."

she sighed. "daddy, that's not the point. he ruined my shoes on purpose!"

"mmh. did he apologize...?"

"w-well, yeah. he said he'd take me out as an apology..." she said lowly. "it's not something he always does."

"maybe he finally realized what he did wrong." her father smiled, though, on the inside, he was raging.

how dare someone as poor as him make his sweet baby girl so angry like that?! he was just as furious as she was, if not worse. he wanted to pounce on sanemi as soon as he got the chance.

"okay, fine." she exhaled.

"where's he taking you out at?"

"i don't know. he said he would take me out to my favorite restaurant—, but you already know it costs a couple hundred."

he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "that boy... i'm gonna have to give him a good talking to."

"what time is it?"

he checked his watch. "five thirty."

"ah! he said he was gonna pick me up at six!" she rushed to leave the living room, hurriedly going to her bedroom.

she looked through her huge walk-in closet, looking for a dress that wasn't too over the top, yet fancy enough. she wore a tight black dress with a slit going up to her thigh, that had a black belt with her first initial in gold on it, laced with small diamonds. the dress had spaghetti straps and was quite low in the chest area. she'd also worn some black heels to go with her dress.

for her accessories, she wore some expensive gold hoop earrings and one necklace that had a famous brand on it. lastly, a gold tennis bracelet and her watch.

she then put on a small amount of makeup, having the thoughts of impressing no one—, not even sanemi... maybe just a little. she glossed her lips and stared at herself in her vanity. y/n couldn't help but take a picture and post it.

"y/n!" hearing the loud calling of her name, she stood up. she checked her watch, seeing it was already six fifteen. she was fifteen minutes late

the boy had just arrived at y/n's house, and god, was he shocked. he knew she was rich and all, but to live in such a large house? he'd almost thought she lived in a castle. he whistled as he got out of the car.

sanemi then walked up to her porch, which that alone was big.

he rang the doorbell.

not long after, her father came out. his eyes were practically piercing into sanemi's soul. sanemi swallowed thickly.

"hi—." his voice cracked. he then cleared his throat. "hello, sir. i'm here for y/n."

"why are you here for my daughter?"

"to take her out."

"on a date? so, you think you're worthy enough for her?"

"uh... it's not really a date. i'm just— making something up to her."

"you messed up her brand new shoes, didn't you? the ones that cost more than you could ever afford?"

sanemi clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, deciding not to respond.

"however, not many people would do this for someone they dislike. i appreciate it. i'll handle getting her another pair, just make her happy tonight. you understand?"

"yes, sir."

in an instant, her father grabbed sanemi's collar, pulling him close to him.

"and you better have her back home by nine. even one minute later than that and you're gonna get a piece of my mind. i want her here like she was before she left. i may not be here by nine, but i have cameras everywhere outside and inside of the house besides her room and a gps on her phone. if she comes back pissed off like she did today, you better fucking believe your life will be over and you'll see the rusty gates of hell. you hear me?"

"y-yeah, i hear ya." he muttered, nodding his head slowly.

"y/n!"

after her father called her name, the girl rushed down the stairs and to the front door. the sound of her heels clicking against the floor indicated that she was close. the clumsy girl bumped into her father's back, rubbing her nose.

"ouch..." she muttered. "sorry, dad."

"mmh. it's fine."

she stepped away from him, standing right in sanemi's view. sanemi could feel his cheeks grow hot upon seeing her.

"hi, sanemi."

"hey, y/n."

"well, i guess we should hurry and go now. i know my dad has some type of curfew for me."

"yeah, nine pm. any later than that, sanemi. remember what i told you."

"yes, sir. i'll bring her back by nine."

"good. that's what i like to hear. now, let's see if you'll make it happen."

the man then kissed his daughter's cheek, hugging her side.

"love you."

she giggled. "i love you too, dad."

she walked off with sanemi, as her dad watched her leave.

sanemi opened the door for her, and then went inside of the car himself. she looked through the tinted windows, watching as her dad closed the front door.

"sanemi,"

"huh?"

"honestly, i'm not that hungry. if i ever do get hungry, i could just go for a fast food restaurant on the way home."

"what are you implying?"

"i don't wanna go out to eat. i wanna do something fun."

"like?"

"let's go to a club." she grinned.

"hold on, your dad has a gps on your phone. what if you get in trouble? no, wait, i'm gonna get in trouble."

"oh—, come on. don't be such a pussy."

"i'm not being a pussy. if you think i'm gonna get in trouble because you wanna get drunk and party your ass off, you're thinking wrong."

"you're so lame."

sanemi rolled his eyes. "fine."

"there's one across the street from my favorite restaurant. it's less expensive, too. on ******* street."

"oh... that one."

"hm? you been there before?"

"yeah, once. it was fun, i guess."

she smiled. "well, come on! let's go!"

—

as the two arrived, they were greeted by the blaring music, colorful flashing lights, and people talking loudly. she grasped his hand, pulling him over to the bar.

when he sat down, he stared at her confusedly.

"i wanna have a couple drinks before we party, 'kay?" y/n said, taking off her jewelry and placing it inside of her purse.

"i didn't know you were a drinker."

"i don't do it much. i just have two or three before i stop. it's pretty rare of me to drink anyway."

"so, what's with the change now?"

"i just wanna have fun. take this night as a night to forget about what happened today, i guess."

he sat there quietly, lips pursed together as he stared at her. whatever this swelling feeling was in his chest, he wanted to get rid of it immediately.

when the bartender took their orders and gave them their drinks, they had a quite nice conversation with each other. honestly, the two realized they weren't as bad as they'd thought. however, they were only convincing themselves that it was just the drinks getting to their heads.

after y/n's third drink, she let out a relieved sigh.

"that was good. you drunk yet, sanemi?"

"i should be asking you that... but no. i'm nowhere near drunk."

"okay, let's go party, then!" she grinned, running off to the dance floor.

he paid and tipped the bartender, rushing after her. sanemi grasped her shoulders, stopping her where she was before she could get any further.

"calm down! at least wait for me."

"okay, sorry. come on."

she walked with his hands on her shoulder towards the dance floor in the huge crowd of people. she then grabbed one of his hands, bringing him in front of her. the smile on y/n's face made sanemi's heart flutter. he shook his head.

he was embarrassed to be seen with y/n, being that she was dancing nonstop to the loud music. he just stood there awkwardly, arms crossed over his chest.

"sanemi~!" y/n groaned. "you're being lame again!"

"uh? how?"

"why aren't you dancing?"

"i don't dance."

"okay—? no one's gonna judge you if you try."

"no."

"please?"

"absolutely not."

"i'm not having fun if you won't dance with me!"

"oh, well."

"i'll tell my dad."

"okay, okay! how am i supposed to dance?"

"want me to show you?"

"um? how're you gonna do that?"

"just do whatever your mind tells you to do, 'kay?"

"what do you m—?" his cheeks began to get red as he watched the girl stand in front of him, the slight contact of her hips on his his making his adam's apple bob when he swallowed. "w-what're you doing?!"

she laughed. "dancing, duh!"

she danced in front of him, their bodies touching and grinding against each others. sanemi could only awkwardly try to follow what she did. feeling her pressing against his dick made him horny, however. he wasn't thinking about dancing.

he was getting turned on, and so was she. she could feel his hardness pressing against her inner thighs. sanemi moved his hand down, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to him. they followed each other's movements, enjoying the fun of dancing until he moved his hands down a little too far.

"y-you—! stop, you dickhead!" she turned around, glaring daggers at the boy.

"mm? you don't like it?"

"we— we're in public...!" she stammered, not wanting to admit that she did, in fact, enjoy it.

feeling sanemi's big bulge in between her thighs made her even more turned on.

"so... you do like it?"

she crossed her arms, refusing to answer.

he could only smile arrogantly. "you do."

sanemi grabbed her leg, placing it on his hip. she struggled to keep her balance, but he kept his hand on her waist.

"what time is it?" he muttered.

"it's only seven..."

"mmh. you wanna go back to your place?"

"huh— why? we've barely even been here!"

that cocky grin on his face told her exactly why. she swallowed the knot in her throat, smiling right along with him. she put her arms around his neck and brought him in closer.

"you wanna fuck me?" she asked him.

"hell yeah."

she pursed her lips together. sanemi removed her arms from around his neck, grasping her hand as he walked out of the club.

—

stumbling inside of her room, sanemi kicked it closed without departing his lips from hers. he pushed her against the wall roughly, items on her shelves rattling and some even falling over. he groaned, hands roaming up her dress. the mere contact of his cold fingertips on her skin was enough to get a moan out of her.

he pulled away from her, unzipping her dress. he gave her a look before gradually tugging it down. she stepped out of it, kicking it elsewhere. sanemi unclasped y/n's bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. his calloused hands immediately grasped onto her breasts, kissing her once more. she let out a dragged-out whine at the feeling of his fingers pinching at her nipples.

he moved his lips down her jawline and her neck, sucking on her skin harshly. his teeth scraped at her delicate skin as he bit on it, the flat of his tongue pressing against the spot he'd bitten. she could feel herself getting wet at his touch, getting more turned on than before.

"sanemi—," she choked out, instinctively placing her hand on his chest. "let's go to the bed."

he then scooped her up in his arms, walking over to her bed. he dropped her down, her eyes widening in surprise as she stared at sanemi's expression. y/n's lips curled into a nervous grin as she sat up, only to have him crawl on top of her.

he grasped her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

"you havin' second thoughts?" he raised an eyebrow.

"w-what—? hell no."

"mmh. thought you'd chicken out."

"i'd never. even if i did, you probably already came in your pants from just kissing me." she said with an arrogant grin on her face.

"oh, is that right?" he smirked, looking down at her bare chest before staring into her eyes.

she nodded. he roughly pressed his lips against hers once more, the two falling back onto the bed. she wrapped her arms around his neck. he moved his hand down her abdomen and between her legs. he played around with her underwear, leaning back down to kiss her.

before he could, she spoke up.

"go on, take them off. you know you want to."

hearing her words, sanemi unabashedly ripped her panties off, throwing them across the room. he dipped down to kiss her, spreading her legs out wide. he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, rushing to get his garments off.

he pulled his pants down, palming his erection through his boxers. he ogled at her rather vulnerable figure, grinning to himself.

"you're kinda hot."

"yeah, i know." she replied. "y'gonna fuck me with your eyes or?"

"nah, i'm gonna fuck your brains out."

"i'd sure like to see it."

"oh, you're gonna see it." he began pulling his boxers down, only for her to grasp his wrist. he raised an eyebrow, confused at her actions. "what?"

"can you uhm—... take your shirt off?" she muttered, eyes trailing off elsewhere.

he hummed, unbuttoning his shirt. he let his shirt fall from his shoulders and down on her bed. she stared at his abs and the scars going across his chest. it was so hot. she could barely keep her composure.

"yeah, i know." he repeated her words. "don't cum yet, i haven't even put my dick in you."

she rolled her eyes. "uh-huh, okay."

sanemi pulled his boxers down, his dick springing out and tapping against his abdomen. digging in the pocket of his pants, he pulled out a condom. she watched as he opened it, getting ready to slide it on. she could only grin, giggling at him.

"what's funny?" he asked, grasping his cock in his hands.

"you were planning this, huh? i'm that irresistible?"

his eye twitched. "shut up."

"make me."

sanemi grabbed one of her legs, holding it up so he could align himself with her entrance. he pushed himself in without a second thought, a loud squeal coming from her mouth. she covered her lips with her hands, staring up at him. the two locked eyes, a cocky grin growing on his face. he laughed derisively, sending a light slap to her thigh as he shoved himself in deeper.

"ha! you should see the look on your face right now!"

"s-shut the fuck up!" she said, her voice slurring and a string of expletives coming from her as he began moving his hips back and forth.

he chuckled, mocking the noise she made. feeling her clench around him, he groaned and picked his pace up. she grasped onto the sheets, feeling pure bliss at how deep he was inside of her. he didn't hesitate to touch all over her, grasping onto one of her tits while his other hand was tightly holding onto her thigh.

he bent down, kissing her lips sensually. she moaned into it, her stomach getting butterflies once he forced his tongue in her mouth. their tongues pressed together, mixing their saliva with each other's as he relentlessly thrusted into her.

pulling away, he stared her in her eyes while he began to speak. "y'like me fuckin' this slutty pussy? hm?"

y/n nodded absentmindedly, the feeling of her being pounded against the bed by sanemi much better than she'd ever imagined.

"use your words, bitch."

she choked out a 'yes', her eyes beginning to roll back. his hand suddenly went around her neck, squeezing it tightly, but not enough to hurt her. the feeling of sanemi's rough hand around her throat was turning her on even more.

y/n would have never thought she'd be in a position where sanemi was fucking her brains out.

"s-sanemi," she mumbled.

"what?" he asked, the pace of his thrusts not ceasing.

"rub my clit." she said.

"you really are a dirty slut." he said with a laugh, moving his free hand down so he could find her clit.

once he did, it was like paradise for y/n. he was balls deep inside of her, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow while he choked her, called her names, and added more stimulation by rubbing on her clit.

she was a moaning mess, whining and practically screaming his name and several different curse words.

"it feels good, yeah?" he asked her, slightly panting.

her eyes were squinted shut and her face was a bit scrunched, biting down on her lower lip.

"yeah—!" she nodded quickly.

"you're a whore for me, right?" he circled his fingers faster on her clit, making her whimper loudly.

"mhm~!"

"say it." he tightened his grasp on her neck, making her chest raise.

"fuck, i'm a whore for you! i'm a slutty little whore just for you!"

"that's what i like to hear, bitch." he let out a throaty groan, his adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed. he stared down at her, seeing how vulnerable she was just for him.

she heaved a short, yet rough exhale. "sanemi!"

"what is it?"

"m-make me cum, please." she blurted out.

"mmh? you wanna cum on my dick? is that what you wanna do, bitch?"

"yes!"

"don't worry, i'm gonna make you cum, whore. more than once, too."

"d-do it then."

and so, sanemi was like a monster. he made her bed rock back and forth, creaking as it tapped against the wall with his movements. he'd also successfully made her scream and claw at him for mercy. it was quite a sight for sore eyes, if someone were to ask him.

moving his fingers around her cunt, he gathered some of her wetness on his fingertips and continued rotating them at a face pace. it was then he let go of her neck, holding one of her legs up close to her chest. it was then he'd hit a whole new spot, making y/n's back arch.

"oh, god, sanemi! t-there, right there! m'gonna cum!"

"right here? that's what you want? you want me to fuck you just like this? yeah?" he questioned her with a grin, thrusting into her pussy harder. it'd created a squelching sound, along with the sound of their wet skin clapping together.

she yelled out a curse, sanemi tensing up as she clenched around him. he grunted, slowing his quite animalistic pace and staring down at her. she breathed heavily, covering her eyes with her arm.

"holy shit." she muttered. "that was so—..."

"it felt good, didn't it?" he laughed.

"very."

"i could say the same with you... but we're not done yet." narrowing her eyebrows, she moved her arm away from her eyes and stared at his cock that was still rock hard.

she swallowed thickly, a smile growing on her face. she didn't mind. nodding her head, she spread her legs once more, welcoming him for a second round.

—

y/n's hands rested on sanemi's shoulders as she bounced mindlessly on his dick, her head thrown back to give him space to kiss on her neck. his hands were grasping on her ass and he couldn't help but laugh at how worn out she was.

she was so sensitive, she'd orgasmed several times that she lost count. honestly, she'd probably gotten all of her hate for him fucked away. she let out a drawn out moan, biting her lower lip.

she rolled her hips against his, going so slow so she could calm herself.

"sanemi~." she slurred. "it hurts... i can't take it anymore."

"you can. you can take it." he mumbled against her skin, leaving yet another mark. "i think you just need help."

"then help me, dumbass." she said, stopping her movements.

tightening his grip on her skin, he began bouncing her up and down on top of him more roughly, and she could only whine at how sensitive she was. it hurt so bad, but the pain felt great.

pressing her lips against his, she moved her hand down in between her legs and began rubbing her cunt unrelentingly. they shared a sloppy, yet slow kiss, both of them getting tired and ready to finish things off for the night.

their lips smacked together as sanemi moved his hands off of her, hoping she'd take the lead. curses slipped from her mouth as her eyes were shut closed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and beads of sweat fell down her body. their chests would press and stick together as they leaned in closer to each other.

they were unable to resist one another's touch. he hummed, moving her hand away from in between her legs. she opened her eyes, watching as he licked her fingers, soon sucking on them. her eyes widened, her stomach tingling.

"tastes so good." he muttered, tensing up and groaning. "keep riding, baby. i think i'm close."

her heart fluttered at the name, but she nodded and continued moving her hips so slowly, but in a way that felt so good. her moans were like music to his ears, so melodic, and not the mention how good she rode him. he knew that after this, no one could compare to her.

staring at her figure, he saw one hand down on her bed while the other gradually massaged her cunt at the same pace as her riding. her eyes were closed and her lips were pressed together, so concentrated on getting him to reach his climax.

he exhaled, feeling his orgasm creep up on him. he groaned, catching his lip between his teeth. he cursed, feeling his cum spurt into the condom. she smiled, reaching her own with a soft, drawn out whine.

they panted, y/n's hand going on top of his. she leaned her forehead against his, kissing him gently as she slowly inched off of him. he caressed her face, deepening their kiss. it felt so romantic and meaningful.

sanemi sucked on her bottom lip before they pulled away with a smack of their lips, y/n falling onto her bed. she stared at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. it was then that sanemi sighed, staring up along with her.

"y'know, your dad's gonna fucking murder me?"

"yeah... i know." she mumbled. "good luck."

♡

[persa-tra-i-miei-pensieri]

Non penso lo leggerai mai ma ho bisogno di scrivertelo... la verità è che l'unica persona a cui vorrei raccontare ogni cosa resti tu. Ti ho fatto uscire dalla mia vita solo per paura, per gelosia, per paura di soffrire di più nel vederti amare un'altra e invece fa più male sapere di non poterti scrivere più nulla, fa più male non sentire come stai e cosa fai, se hai finito gli esami, se il tuo racconto sta avendo successo, se hai esultato al goal di ieri sera, se hai sfiorato con delicatezza l'astuccio dell'Inter che ti ho regalato quando la nostra squadra ha alzato quella coppa, se per te sarà lo stesso quando ricominceranno i programmi che ci hanno intrattenuto per tutto questo tempo e che ci hanno regalato le risate più belle. Ogni cosa ha perso un po' di entusiasmo da quando abbiamo separato le nostre strade. Mi domando spesso se sei più passato vicino a quella panchina o se la eviti con tutto te stesso per non lasciarti travolgere dai ricordi. Vorrei raccontarti che oggi inizierò finalmente a seguire le lezioni di scuola guida, vorrei raccontarti che non ancora finisco di pulire quelle maledette piastrelle, vorrei raccontarti la disavventura con quello sportello di orientamento lavoro, vorrei raccontarti che ho trovato una casa editrice vicina al mercatino, vorrei raccontarti degli spettacoli che ho visto in questo ultimo mese, vorrei raccontarti delle risate e delle lacrime di questi giorni, vorrei raccontarti anche di averci provato a far entrare qualcun altro nella mia vita e che nessuno ha varcato davvero quella soglia, vorrei dirti che senza te non è lo stesso, vorrei raccontarti delle ultime idee per il mio racconto, vorrei farti vedere il costume che probabilmente indosserò a carnevale, vorrei raccontarti come mi sono ritrovata spesso nella tana dei rubentini, dei commenti di mamma quando vede Inzaghi, vorrei raccontarti che forse anche papà inizia a sostenermi per il racconto a modo suo ti ricordi che temevo di no, vorrei raccontarti che a Pasqua forse andrò nel posto che tanto abbiamo sognato di vedere un giorno si proprio Civita di Bagnoregio, vorrei ridere ancora insieme a te per Crozza, per Paolantoni, per ogni stupidaggine che ci viene in mente, per tentare di batterti al fanta, vorrei scriverti ancora a topo invece di a dopo, vorrei vedere ancora i tuoi occhi furbetti color nocciola tostato come li avevo definiti io, vorrei ancora vedere i tuoi capelli ribelli e sentire la tua risata dolce, vorrei dirti che durante lo spettacolo di Peter Pan per un attimo ho pensato di averti a due posti davanti a me che quel ragazzo da dietro ti somigliava aveva perfino il tuo stesso neo sul collo, avevo il cuore che mi stava scoppiando ci ho davvero sperato che fossi tu anche se era impossibile e poi si è voltato, non eri tu ... Vorrei ammettere e scriverti che mi manchi.

Se solo non mi fossi innamorata di te, se solo non ci fossimo illusi per così tanto tempo ... forse la nostra amicizia sarebbe stata più forte di ogni cosa, forse io e te staremmo ancora parlando delle nostre giornate... Forse io e te saremmo ancora la più bella amicizia che sia esistita nella mia vita.

[moshas-corner]

Merry Christmas/ Happy Holidays and meet my new OC Meeka!

↓ Scroll down for my sketching process + more details on Meeka ↓

Character details (WIP)

Name: Meeka [surname TBD]

Age: 27

Role: Clan princess (which clan might this be? i'm not sure either)

Likes:

pretty flowers

getting her way / obedient people

watching the sunset & sunrise

dancing

kpop ??? whatever this looks like in her world

Dislikes:

bad odours

dirty places

being alone / the feeling of isolation

This was really fun to draw (it is 3am and I'm running on sweets, fanta and energy drinks). I took inspiration from Na'vi from Avatar and another character who I can picture in my mind but can't quite put my finger on...

My unrelated inner thoughts... Spending Christmas with my family has felt particularly warm this year. I am not too sure what changed or what happened differently to previous years but there was this unspoken sense of peace that I really appreciated and marinated in. From the cooking to the eating to the point in the day when we all got sick of each other and wanted to chill out by ourselves (in a good way). I feel really grateful for the time I had.

P.S Shoutout to my sister (if you read this) for fuelling my new obsession with Love and Deepspace too and making fun of Xavier w me :'- ). And my friend J for supporting me on my blog!

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Thanks for reading!

Love,

Mosha xoxo

[hyenaswine]

i am home. i am exhausted. i am dirty. the internet says my leg probably isn't going to fall off but i am not so sure because it looks very gross, in sort of a cool practical effects way (dm me if you wanna see it). i am going to sit here on my couch for a bit eating cheetos puffs & drinking fanta, because i guess i am craving that essential vitamin, artificial orange color. then i will take a shower & carefully dress my wound. then i will go retrieve my cat. right now i am just very grateful for silence & solitude.

[laskar1s]

2. Do they have any daily rituals? 4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy? 5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.) 7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time 8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging 10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such? 12. Favorite book genre? 17. Favorite beverage? 19. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them? 20. Turn-ons? Turn-offs? 21. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? 22. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life? 26. What is their biggest regret? 27. Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy? 28. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?) 29. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies) 33. Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?) 34. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time? 37. Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality? 42. How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education? 45. Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

2. Do they have any daily rituals?

Magna has a daily work-out routine that she follows. It consists of calisthenics, including push-ups, sit-ups, lunges and squats. Being an archer she also stretches every morning, including her wrists and fingers.

4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Depends on who is occupying the kitchen, she might politely tell them to hurry and explain why or just find some clever scheme to lure them out.

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

The usual. Regular body hygiene and care, though with the limited resources of the apocalypse she might use natural remedies more often than regular hygiene products. She will use leave-in conditioner after every hair wash if she can. Green apple shampoo is her favorite. Her nails she always keeps short and well-filed as she hates long nails getting in the way or nails getting dirty.

Keeping her weapons clean is a must too because any walker blood residue is gross. For her books, Magna will store them neatly, first by genre and and then by alphabetical order since she hates books being placed in a shelf with no system at all.

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

I wouldn't say Magna wastes much time these days. She either works out, practices with her weapons or engages in activities that help her relax like reading, spending time with her friends or cooking. Ever since the world fell apart Magna chose to spend her time wisely. Pre-apocalypse, there was a time where she would waste time by getting high and she used to wish she would have done differently but now she doesn't care much anymore, the outcome would have been the same. The world fell.

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Her favorite indulgence nowadays is probably spending the whole morning in bed with Yumiko. When living in a community, she doesn't feel bad about it for as long as no one in the group desperately needs her there. She'll always make time for her partner.

10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Magna can be overly mistrusting as a result of everything she's been through and because she'd blame herself if anything happened to her group. She doesn't think of it as neurotic, she just thinks it's common sense.

12. Favorite book genre?

Historical fiction, anything about Greek mythology and anything with philosophical elements in it that make her think.

17. Favorite beverage?

Cherry fanta.

19. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Magna was a healthy child. She might have gotten injured a few times here and there because she was a free spirit kind of child who didn't back down from a challenge.

20. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Turn-offs are bad hygiene, being overly pushy and not respecting her boundaries, not putting any effort into the act if we're talking about sex. Turn-ons are intelligence, intellectual curiosity and a sharp wit.

21. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

She might write a hate letter and destroy it after. Or leave a sweet note for Yumiko. Depends on her mood. She might even try her hand at writing a love letter for Yumiko, though she may never hand it to her because she isn't too confident in what she wrote.

22. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Magna isn't a neat freak, but she doesn't like total chaos either. She likes a bit of organized chaos. Back in school her desk was always a bit of a mess and she might have had to search for the place where she put her pen, but her book shelf and closet were perfectly organized and she didn't have anything lying around on the floor.

26. What is their biggest regret?

She feels like she could have acted differently so her cousin, Cressida would still be alive. Magna thinks she would've made it. Sometimes she still wishes Yumiko and the group could meet her, they never did.

27. Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Yumiko is her best friend and lover. Her worst enemies are dead.

28. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Magna would know how to react. She's been in sudden extrapersonal disasters dozens of times due to the nature of the new world. If the house were on fire, she would wake everybody up and figure out the best way to exit which she would know because she always all the possible ways to exit. Magna always has her most essential supplies nearby, so she'd grab that bag and GTFO. Then figure out if anyone has put that house on fire.

29. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

If they die in front of her, she'll break down and cry. When someone close to her dies Magna withdraws and gets easily irritated and angry. Magna will be more sensitive towards the things others say and do and act defensive to avoid showing vulnerability.

33. Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

She is a private person. For example, Magna isn't too fond of PDA. Aside from that, she doesn't like to share what she's been through because it tends to trigger those emotions.

34. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

If Magna enjoys something, it isn't a waste of time to her.

37. Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

Type A. Magna is competetive, stubborn, can be impatient, she likes to be in control and she can have a bit of a temper.

42. How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Magna just has a high school diploma. After graduation she just wanted a job so she could make money, move out of home and not have the burden of homework. She just wanted to go home and be done. She's never been against the idea of getting more formal education through college but Magna didn't want to go to college right after graduation.

45. Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

More through deeds. Magna will show that she cares for someone through hugs and favors. She isn't the best with expressing her feelings in words.

[orlissa]

@jomiddlemarch asked for my top ten beverages (and/or guilty pleasures, but I don't have ten guilty pleasures (that I'm willing to admit XD))--she also tagged me something similar some time ago, which I failed to answer and I am so sorry

So, in random order:

Elderflower Fanta - I am that kind of crazy person who hates cola. It's not a question of Coca Cola vs Pepsi. If it's brown and fizzy, I don't care for it. It's Fanta for me, especially their elderflower flavor

Teakanne's Irish Cream tea - not in this weather, but for a cozy fall afternoon? Perfect.

Cider - the two most common brands here are Sommersby and Strongbow, and I'm slightly leaning towards Strongbow, especially their red berry flavor, but sometimes the stores I go to only carry Sommersby, so I'm fine with that. Also, I don't like beer, so whenever people are drinking beer around me, I'll drink cider.

Macifröccs - okay, so in Hungary, we have a whole damn tradition of mixing wine with club soda. Its not trashy - it's tradition. The different ratios even have different, individual names, but the umbrella term for the mix of wine and club soda is fröccs. Macifröccs (teddy/bear cub fröccs) is when you also add raspberry syrup.

Clove latte from Zanzibar - there is a café franchise in Hungary (they apparently also have locations in Switzerland, Croatia, Dubai, France, Romania, Saudia Arabia, and Romania) that focuses on sustainability (they buy the beans directly from the farmers too) and offering a wide range of coffee specialties from all around the world (they are cheaper than Starbucks too). Their clove-ginger Zanzibar latte is usually my go to drink, but last fall they had a limited edition Mozart Kugeln coffee that was just to die for.

Bailey's - Nuff' said. Don't leave me alone with Bailey's

Doctor Strange cocktail - there is a bar franchise here with three locations in Budapest that specifically targets the geek audience. You can play boardgames and consol games at their locations, and all of their drinks are also inspired by different games/movies/comics/series. Their Doctor Strange cocktail might be my current favorite, it's sweet and syrupy at the bottom and sour and lemony at the top-and packs some punch.

Bubble tea - I'm a weak ass white girl who prefers the kind without milk and with all the colorfull little bubbles. I'm sorry. But I know a good place in Budapest.

Energy drinks - here, and actual dirty pleasure. Also, I'm pretty sure caffein doesn't really affect me (I have never been able to drink enough of the stuff to keep me from sleeping or to raise my heartrate or anything, and I have indulged), so I guess I drink it for the placebo effect.

Pineapple juice - I just like pineapples (yes, on pizza too, sue me), so it's a nice treat

[azuhrasims]

A chicken died, a nooboo cheep cheep was hatched. Little Firsty aged up. We need to thank Don Lothario for some cute child genetics here! Cherry is, unsurprisingly, pregnant again. Little Fanta is having the worst day of her short life. She, by the by, isn't Father Winter's baby. She belongs to the little blonde neighbor. Little dirty flirty infant here.

[theshoegirldiaries]

For Valentine’s Day I thought I’d start February by wearing 14 new fragrances. For a week, I wore different scents day and night, that I hadn’t tried before. As there’s a lot to get through, this has been split into two parts, you can find the first (8 fragrances) part here. I’ll post my LOTD’s alongside, as I’m months behind with those. Remember these are notes I took of my first impressions, so those views can change as the fragrance develops and/or my nose changes and picks up different things. The initial wear of a fragrance can be quite different to subsequent uses, so bear that in mind.

LOTD: GXVE Original Me Matte Lipstick in Lovable Me with Charlotte Tilbury Lip Lustre in High Society.

#9 05/02 Daytime: YSL Mon Paris EDP

[From Fragrantica: A chypre, fruity fragrance created by Olivier Cresp, Harry Fremont and Dora Baghrich in 2016.

Top Notes: Strawberry, Raspberry, Pear, Orange, Tangerine, Calabrian bergamot, Calone Middle Notes: Peony, Jasmine Sambac, Chinese Jasmine, Datura, Orange Blossom Base Notes: Indonesian Patchouli Leaf, Patchouli, White Musk, Vanilla, Ambroxan, Moss, Cedar]

Was nervous to try this because of people saying it's "very" patchouli forward and that's not a note I tend to enjoy. I loved the opening, strong but bright and fizzy, couldn't really pick anything out (perhaps because every fruit and it's cousin are in this), then it just went. I can smell the dirty, earthiness of patchouli on my arm, which isn't that nice, but it's only there if you sniff it out, you're not smelling that in the air. Weird because I liked the opening and thought it would turn into something good but it just disappeared, performed more like an EDT-I can still smell something on my arm 7 hours later, but very faint.

The bottle is lovely, I really like the Mon Paris line with their ribbons and bows, but definitely prefer the Intensement version for fragrance.

#10 05/02 Bedtime: Moschino So Real Cheap & Chic EDT

[From Fragrantica: A floral fruity fragrance which launched in 2017.

Top Notes: Bitter Orange, Tangerine, Sorbet, Raspberry, Black Currant Middle Notes: Pink Peony, Magnolia, Jasmine Base Notes: Ambroxan, Musk, Cedar, Oakmoss]

I got this for a steal the other week (a Blue Fragrance Week contender that I couldn't fit in). First off the bottle is absolutely gorgeous. The original Cheap & Chic was one of my first designer perfumes, back in the 90's when I was a teenager. The opaque red, black and white Olive Oyl bottle was unlike anything else at the time and was so very Moschino. I like that you can always see the crossover between what they show on the catwalk and the designs of their perfume bottles. This variation has an opaque top half and transparent blue bottom with Dali-esque doodles, again, something we've repeatedly seen in their fashion lines. Both the box and bottle are fantastic.

As for the fragrance in this one, flat Fanta. That's the best and simplest way to describe it. I'm not getting the fizziness from a can or bottle of Fanta, but a similar smell. I can't say I found the orange bitter, but I hadn't studied the notes prior to wearing. It lasted quite well but didn't project as much as I expected, I thought it would be a screechy-citrus type scent, but it wasn't. It's gentle. Keen to try this one again.

LOTD: Too Faced Cocoa Bold Em-Power Cream Lipstick in Hot Chocolate and Fenty Gloss Bomb in Cake Shake.

#11 06/02 Daytime: KAYALI Yum Boujee Marshmallow | 81 EDP Intense

[From Fragrantica: A floral, fruity, gourmand fragrance by Gabriela Chelariu launched in 2024.

Top Notes: Freesia, Italian Lemon, Nectarine blossom, Apple Middle Notes: Marshmallow, Strawberry, Coconut, Orange Blossom Base Notes: Whipped Cream, Sugar, Vanilla, Musk, Raspberry, Ambroxan]

I had high hopes for this, I've waited so long to finally get it and as I'm writing this review (just over a week later), I'm halfway through my bottle and will be buying the big size, but the following is my first impression. I desperately wanted this to be marshmallow, I've tried other fragrances where that note is too hidden. To begin with, I wasn't quite sure it was marshmallow I was getting, but at the end of each sniff, it is fluffy mallows. It wasn't as sweet as I expected it to be, there can be slight, almost masculine, vibes every so often, but that fluffy, powdery-ness is present. It actually just gets better as the day goes on, really pretty hours later. 9 hours on and it's still relatively strong on my arm. I do wish it had more oomph though. The performance is great in terms of longevity, but I wish it projected stronger and generally smelt stronger than it does.

I also noted at the time that I wasn't sure if I'd want to smell like marshmallows on a daily basis and would therefore need to be in the mood to wear it and was also keen to see how it worked combined with other fragrances (that's what I've been trying this week). I can confirm I am not bored of it yet after wearing it all week and have actually been looking forward to wearing it each day. I will say I stand by the "more oomph" first thought. I love it, but just want a little bit more from it. Bottle-wise, it very much fits the marshmallow look and feel, but it would be hard to beat Vanilla Candy Rock Sugar for me in terms of prettiness.

#12 06/02 Bedtime: Sabrina Carpenter Sweet Tooth Caramel Dream EDP

[From Fragrantica: An oriental vanilla fragrance by Gil Clavien which launched in 2023.

Top Notes: Sugar, Almond Milk, Orange, Freesia, Lemon Middle Notes: Dark Chocolate, Vanilla, Orchid, Orange Blossom Base Notes: Caramel, Patchouli, Musk, Amber, Sandalwood]

I like this, I sprayed a lot though, much more than I normally would, but I felt I could still smell the marshmallow slightly from daytime. Five minutes later I went back to spray more as it still wasn't strong enough for me. It definitely isn't potent, I'm surprised it's an EDP. It's not even as strong as the original Sweet Tooth, but definitely starts in the same vein with that synthetic-sweet vibe, though not as choking as that. The chocolate that comes through is gorgeous, but I need more from it, I need it to be louder and project more. Despite the name, I don't get caramel tbh, it's more chocolatey. I am desperate to team it properly with marshmallow and see how that goes!

As for the bottle, I like the chocolate bar, it's fitting for the theme. It's not luxe looking, but it's an inexpensive fragrance so what do you expect? Even the box looks like chocolate bar packaging. I just bought the smaller size of this one, but have the bigger Sweet Tooth. I hear really mixed reviews for the others, so am not sure I want to blind buy those.

LOTD: Charlotte Tilbury Lip Cheat in Foxy Brown, Huda Beauty Power Bullet Cream Glow Lipstick in Rajah (Light, Bossy Browns) and Dior Addict Lip Maximizer in 020 Mahogany.

#13 07/02 Daytime: La Fede Intoxicate EDP

This is another fragrance by Middle Eastern company Khadlaj Perfumes, which I briefly spoke about in my first post (Musky Vanilla). Intoxicate is an oriental, gourmand scent marketed as a men's fragrance and often referred to as a cheapie-alternative for By Kilian Angels' Share (more on that later). There's no listing on Fragrantica, but I managed to find the note breakdown.

[Top Notes: Cognac , Lily Of The Valley, Almond, Bergamot, Mandarin, Freesia

Middle Notes: Cinnamon, Tonka Bean, Oak, Coconut, Caramel, Plum Blossom, Peony, Ylang-Ylang

Base Notes: Vanilla, Amber, Musk, Sandalwood]

Ok, this is sooo like Angels Share. Owning the real version, I could immediately see that even the packaging and way the box opens was made to mimic AS. The bottle also has that whisky glass look and is very heavy. I usually need a good 5-6 sprays of AS for it to last all day and into the night (a couple of sprays just disappear), so I sprayed a lot more of this as it seemed lighter. It seemed slightly different, like more spicy or lively to begin with? Later, it definitely has less body than AS, it doesn't feel as weighty, it also didn't last nearly as long or strongly. 8 hours later it's barely there on my arm. I got occasional whiffs, but otherwise it doesn't have massive projection.

Whilst I got Musky Vanilla for under £8, Intoxicate was slightly more expensive at just over £18. That said, you can tell the difference in quality between the two, even the box felt more luxurious. I think it's a very decent perfume for the price or even regardless of the price. It doesn't smell cheap and given that my bottle is so large, I don't mind topping it up to make the scent last longer. I probably don't need to highlight that AS in this size (100ml) would cost £310, a staggering difference. It's not made my bottle of Angels Share redundant, I'd still repurchase that once it runs out, but Intoxicate could certainly tide me over if AS was out of my budget at that time.

#14 07/02 Bedtime: Rabanne Million Gold For Her EDP

[From Fragrantica: A floral, woody musk fragrance launched in 2024.

Top Notes: Pear, Rose, Lavender Middle Notes: Ylang Ylang, Jasmine Base Notes: Vanilla, Musk, Moss]

I tried a sample of this so can't really speak about the bottle quality. The design though isn't really my thing, but then the whole Lady Million/Million line is rather gauche and likely intentionally so. Anyway, the fragrance I'd describe as a mix of Rabanne's Fame and Olympea Solar. The latter I really like, but Million Gold is just a lot of florals and then becomes quite forgettable. It's hard to tell with bedtime fragrances how long they last, but I did notice this fade before going to bed. I initially thought I'd like it as it seemed very bright, but it quickly became a mix of too many things all at once. I don't think this one's for me.