#lena and nike

[meazalykov]

caffeine addiction

lena oberdorf x reader

summary: reader struggles with a caffeine addiction

The sun peeked through the curtains of the cozy apartment Y/N and Lena shared in Munich, casting a warm glow over the room. It had been a couple of months since Lena transferred from Wolfsburg to Bayern Munich, a move they had both looked forward to. 

The couple have been together for a few years, meeting through Y/n’s German friends at Bayern since the girl isn’t German herself. Long distance for the first year was hard, but then it got easier before Lena’s move. They not only played for the same club now, but also got to wake up next to each other every morning.

Y/N stretched and yawned, her muscles taut from yesterday's practice session. In the next few days, Bayern is gonna be playing against Benfica in the last Champions League group stage game, so training was tough. 

Playing as a right back or right winger for Bayern Munich Frauen demanded peak physical condition. The girl has scored the most goals in the club (this season) so far, but she is still expected to keep them coming throughout the season. Nobody doubts y/n on scoring in games. 

Y/N thanked herself for maintaining a fit, athletic body. Her strict diet, mainly consisting of protein and grain, plus rigorous workout routines, were a testament to her dedication. Sometimes, she overworked herself (according to Lena, Sydney, Sam, and Tainara) but she knows how to bounce back. 

Except from that one indulgence she couldn’t resist: her morning iced coffee. 

Each day, without fail, she had to have her  small iced coffee with a pump of vanilla and a dash of light cream. It was the pick-me-up that jump started her day. Last season, y/n was late to training due to her need of having caffeine to keep herself awake and active.

“Y/n *laughs* Come on, we are gonna be late!” Lena looks over to see y/n’s hand covering the top of her cup, swirling the contents in the iced coffee together. 

“One second, sorry!” Y/n said and took a few big “gulps” of her iced coffee. Lena had started to notice a pattern with her girlfriend. She wondered if y/n had a caffeine addiction that needed to be talked about. 

“They have coffee in the lounge room over at Bayern, you can grab some there.” Lena said, smiling as she noticed her girlfriend place the coffee on their kitchen island before grabbing her black nike bag, filled with necessary football things. 

“The brand they use to brew their coffee is gross. Plus they don’t have sugar free syrup, just plain packets of sugar or stevia.” Y/n and Lena laughed as they left the apartment, locking the door and quickly headed to training. 

By 4 PM, without fail, Y/N would crash due to the caffeine high wearing off. Lena will chill on the couch as y/n falls asleep with her head in her lap. Y/n’s groggy state left her in need of a nap every-single-day she has coffee in the morning. While naps were common for athletes, the inconsistency in Y/N's energy levels was concerning to Lena. 

Lena put in a google search into her phone that evening, “can coffee cause you to get tired earlier?” and google confirmed to her that it did. 

So the next morning, as Y/N in her comfy PJs sipped her iced coffee at the kitchen counter, Lena hugged her from behind. Y/n sunk into the feeling of her girlfriend’s fit arms around her waist, forgetting about the iced coffee on the counter and holding her hands on top of Lena’s instead.

“Baby, we need to talk about your coffee habit,” Lena began, her whispered tone was serious yet loving. “I’ve noticed how you crash every afternoon due to this. Maybe you should consider cutting back a bit.”

Y/N looked at her cup, then turned her head to look at Lena who still held her. “I know it’s not great, but it’s hard to function without it. I need it to wake up– and for an extra boost of energy at training.”

Lena squeezed y/n’s hand in hers reassuringly. “I get it, but I worry about you. The crashes aren’t good, and this can’t be healthy in the long run. Let’s try to cut back gradually, see how you feel?”

Reluctantly, after thinking for a few minutes, Y/N agreed. 

The first day without her iced coffee was rough. By midday, y/n was battling a pounding headache and a growing sense of anxiety. Lena knew these were withdrawals from caffeine. Luckily, it was their day off before they had to play against Benfica. But Lena stayed close, offering support. “It’ll go away soon, Schatz,” Lena said as she gave y/n some medicine, helping her take a sip of cold water that she grabbed from their fridge. .

The withdrawal symptoms were intense. Y/N felt irritable and on edge, her body craving the caffeine it had grown dependent on. But with Lena’s unwavering support, she pushed through. Lena would grab medicine, prepare some herbal teas she found helpful through the internet, and offer distractions, anything to help y/n.

After their win against Benfica in the last group stage (thanks to a brace from y/n) sending Bayern to the quarter-finals to go up against Chelsea, Y/N found herself feeling more energized throughout the day. 

It was the evening and Lena relaxed on the couch after a long day of training. Y/n was in the kitchen preparing herself a salad when she looked over at her iced coffee “station” she made a long time ago. Making a note to herself to get rid of it to make space for something else eventually, Y/N joining Lena on their couch with a grateful smile. 

“You know, I feel a lot better.” Y/n randomly says as she looks ahead at the TV, which shows the men’s el clasico match live. Cuddling on the couch with y/n laying on her body, Lena looks down at y/n confused. 

“Feel better about what?” Lena asks.  

“I feel better about not relying on caffeine.” Y/n says. Lena smiles in admiration before patting her girlfriend’s head jokingly, “It took you some time.” 

“Hey! At least it happened sometime—Thank you for being patient with me.” 

<3

[roeroe-world]

could it be or could it not be? (a different world edition)

As requested❤️: @notapradagurl7

starring: bumper robinson as dorian haywood, keke palmer as ruby jacobs

set in 1993.

warning(s): detailed smut, harsh language, adult situations

“I really don’t understand why out of all people your partner has to be her.” Lena sends the male an eye roll, not bothering to even glance in her boyfriend’s direction. Dorian and Lena strolled alongside one another into the lobby, annoyance pouring over both of their frames.

“Don’t start, Lena. I told you Ruby and I are just friends.” He sighs heavily.

The couple were having a slight argument over Dorian’s assignment. This appointed assignment isn’t just the issue, it’s who the assignment is being conducted with. In Lena’s perspective, she thinks her lover should have been paired with someone else.

“Just friends? Oh, please…” With a wave of her manicured hand, her petite body plops onto the couch.

Dorian’s head shakes side to side, occupying the space next to her before leaning in to place a kiss upon her lips. His arms snaking around her neck. Instantaneously, her head turns in the opposite direction as her tongue drags along her cheek. The scene caught the attention of a few familiar individuals.

“Oop, I’m sensing some tension over here. Y’all having a couple’s fight again?” Gina quizzes, eyes darting between the two nosily and carefully.

“How about you mind your business and go back to wherever you came from, big mouth.” Lena insults nonchalantly yet irritation present in her tone. Both Gina and Charmaine’s head tilt backward in pure offense.

“Dang, what’s the matter with you?” Charmaine butts in, the duo welcoming themselves amongst the couch as well. “Yeah, exactly. What is the matter with you? I keep telling you that Ruby and I being partners for this project was completely unintentional. The professor partnered us up. We had absolutely nothing to do with this.” Dorian’s gaze piercing passionately into his girlfriend’s canvas in hopes of her understanding his side.

“Ruby? As in fine Ruby Jacobs?” Terrell makes his presence known, catching wind of the conversation. He takes a seat along the arm of the couch.

Immediately, Lena sits up. “See—” She began frustratingly. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You can’t be just friends with a girl like that.” Her intense gaze falling upon the male, eyelids squinting. “Look me in my eye and tell me that you’re not attracted to her. You better not lie neither.”

Dorian finds himself laughing in disbelief. He couldn’t believe his girlfriend could be this way, so insecure. He’d never given her any reason to feel inferior nor intimidated by another woman. But all of that changed when Ruby transferred to Hillman.

Ruby transferred from Howard to Hillman for a fresh start. She also happens to be a long time friend of his, given they’ve even grown up together. They lost touch for a while after graduating high school but quickly reconnected after crossing paths— to be specific they were passing one another on campus before recognizing each other in a quickness.

Ever since then, things had shifted within his relationship with Lena.

She became a jealous, raging woman. Often speaking ill of Ruby whenever she isn’t around for no apparent reason. Dorian understood to a certain extent but it was growing extremely uncomfortable. Ruby rarely glances in her direction, let alone speaks of her.

“Lena, listen to yourself. You’re being extremely irrational right now.” Dorian argues.

“You can’t even—” Lena began, only to be interrupted.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt whatever this is. But Dorian it’s your turn.” The woman of the hour makes her appearance, butt-length individual braids swinging softly alongside her confident stride. The entire group’s energy shifts, their attention shifting upon Ruby’s frame.

The strap of her Rasta striped backpack chilling on her right shoulder. A purple and white tank top reading ‘Nike’ in white bold letters hugging her torso yet exposing her small waist, matching oversized nylon track pants covering her legs. A fresh pair of Nike Air Jordan 7 OG Raptors adorning her feet.

Gold compliments her skin tone and clearly she’s aware, rocking a plethora of gold necklaces and a few rings. Two of the necklaces being a nameplate necklace which spells out her name in cursive as well as Egyptian queen, Nefertiti. Notes of brown sugar and vanilla bean engulfing her natural being. She’s the epitome of fly.

Her aura was bright yet she was nonchalant and the facial expression amongst her canvas remained unphased. In fact, she doesn’t acknowledge the rest of the group. Her attention solely focused on Dorian’s being, handing the male the car seat.

“Cool. How was she?” He quizzes, referring to the infant simulator resting in the assigned car seat. The infant simulator happened to be the fake baby the duo were given for the sake of their project.

To be specific, their project happens to be a social experiment. The duo were to pretend to be young parents whilst tackling real world issues and college.

“A pain in my behind. I was able to get her to sleep so I could get some studying in thankfully.” She smiles weakly, ignoring the subtle stares they were receiving. “I gotta head to track practice. Good luck.”

“Thanks and before you leave I’m gonna need you to watch her tonight. I have an exam tomorrow morning. I need some sleep.” His pools of brown practically pleading for the young woman to oblige.

Her hands meeting her hips, sighing irritably, “I have an exam too, Dorian. Don’t you think I can use some sleep?”

“But—”

“No buts.” Before he could even get another word in, Ruby saunters out of sight.

“Okay, wow…” Gina starts with a mischievous chuckle. “So, Lena? You’re like the resentful girlfriend but Ruby is the baby mama that you just can’t seem to get rid of. Mm, I would pay good money to see this in a soap opera.” Her chuckles transitions into intense laughter.

As a result, Lena hops out of her seat and began to march away from the group. Charmaine sends a harsh slap to Gina’s shoulder earning a light gasp— the young woman no longer laughing as the duo began to follow closely behind an angry Lena to comfort their friend.

The moment the trio were gone, the infant simulator bursts into loud wails. Dorian’s tired eyes falls onto his friend, Terrell, whom instantly stands to his feet. A nervous laugh escaping his throat.

“You know, man. I would help you but, um, I gotta study for that uh… exam I got tomorrow too. So, uh, yeah. Bye.” He lies before quickly leaving the scene as well.

Dorian’s head tosses backward in pure frustration, a sigh passing his lips. His gaze falling amongst the crying electronic infant the second he lifts his head once again.

———

Now you want my love

Well that’s alright

Well, it will be there for you, morning, noon, and night

TLC’s “Baby, Baby, Baby” softly commences through Ruby’s apartment due to her handy dandy CD player. It happens to be a one bedroom, simply furnished but nothing too extra. It was just right, perfect for her accommodation during this point of her life.

She stays off campus, not because she necessarily had to but she chose too. After the horrific experience of having roommates at her old campus, she decided to purchase a place of her own. She needed her own space. Ruby liked it better that way. Besides, she doesn’t live too far from the campus.

Silently, she flips to the next page of her thick textbook which is seated upon her lap. Her legs indian style comfortably, basking in the solitude and tranquility of her space.

Until, a couple of knocks meets her door.

Her gaze travels to the door for a split second before sitting the textbook onto the coffee table and standing to her feet. Glancing through the peephole, she looks to the side with a lighthearted chuckle yet wasting no absolute time to welcome the uninvited guest inside.

“Did you need something, Dorian?”

“Yeah. To study.” Without protesting, she takes the car seat out of his hold as he closes the umbrella. It was storming pretty badly outside. The rain poured at an intense rate and it hadn’t shown any signs of stopping anytime soon.

“You didn’t walk over here in the rain. Did you?” Ruby places the car seat onto a nearby chair, carefully analyzing the infant simulator’s appearance to ensure everything is intact.

Shutting and locking the door behind himself, “I took a cab.” He takes off his red, black and white letterman jacket before neatly hanging it onto the coat rack. She grabs his backpack, laying it on the couch. “I know you’re probably wondering why I’m here. I’ve been trying to study but she keeps crying and the only way the thing seems to stop is when I hold her.”

“It does that to me too. Hence why I gave her to you for the night. You’re not the only one in dire need of sleep and on top of that I have to study too. As you can see—” Her arms motioning to the mountains of paper and textbooks scattered across her coffee table.

Dorian observes the scene. A sense of regret and guilt creeping upon his being. “You know what? You’re right. I should go. Sorry about this.” He reaches for his belongings, preparing to leave before Ruby halts his actions. “Stop. Seriously, what’s happening to us?”

His eyebrows furrowing together, “What do you mean?”

The male began to act oblivious. Though, he knows exactly what she means. Before their project, their friendship was great and they would rarely possess any disagreements. But with the assignment, the duo seemed to be growing slightly distant but oddly closer in the same note due to the infant simulator.

Sure, they were best-friends. But before the “baby” they had their own lives and friends so they weren’t obligated to see one another every day. Now, they had to for the sake of their grade.

“This thing—” The young woman motions to the infant simulator in slight frustration before plopping onto the couch. “drives me nuts. I can’t really hang out whenever I want. You’re starting not to like me anymore. I’ve become annoying. Haven’t I?”

“Woah, what?” Dorian laughs, taking a seat next to his friend. “Look, I’ve been worked up over this project too. You’re not alone and you are not annoying. You’re just… a young mother, technically.” He tries to assure her earning a light exasperated sigh.

“Well, in that case, I don’t wanna have children anytime soon.”

The male finds himself laughing causing Ruby to join him, “I mean, I can’t study. Oh and I can’t take long thorough showers like I usually do. One time, I was in the middle of a presentation and the thing started crying. It was soo humiliating.”

“Tell me about it. My Biology professor literally kicked me out of class.” The two relate to one another, their heads shaking in unison. “I’m so glad we only have a couple of more days left of this project. It has been a long two weeks. Though, I can’t lie, I feel for those who are juggling college and parenthood. It is not easy.”

“Yeah,” She began, her gaze softening the second she turns in Dorian’s direction. “Um, I caught wind of you and your friends conversation earlier…” Instantaneously, his attention falls upon the woman. “I don’t understand the issue your girl has with me. I mean, we’re just friends.” The young woman says with an eye roll, crossing her arms.

Not once did Ruby ever come on to Dorian. Despite the fact that she doesn’t know Lena well, she respects her enough to not interfere in their relationship. But Ruby isn’t an ass kisser so it is what it is.

Dorian sighs heavily, “I tell her that a million times. Lena is just… I don’t know. She’s never been this way. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or upset.” His mind going into deep thought.

“All I’m gonna say is, she has nothing to worry about. I also enjoy our friendship. I think she really needs to dive deep inside and find that insecurity so maybe she can stop taking it out on me. I’ve done absolutely nothing to her nor to you, Dorian.”

The young woman stands to her feet, walking to the other side of her living room to turn off the CD player. “Ruby…” Dorian slowly steps to her, grabbing her hand to gently turn the woman in his direction. “I apologize on behalf of Lena’s behavior. Okay? But I can’t control nor can I convince her not to be threatened by you… I mean… look at you,”

Ruby’s head gradually lifts, their pools of brown connecting, “You’re beautiful. Guys flock to you all the time.” She breaks their eye contact, disconnecting their hands due to her growing quite flustered as she saunters in the opposite direction of the area.

Dorian only follows right behind the beauty. Tension forming between the two.

“Can I be honest?” He inquires, swallowing his pride.

“Yeah?” Her gaze away from his being, avoiding any absolute eye contact.

“I’m glad we became partners because I’ve grown to realize something…” Suddenly, Ruby turns to look at him. “What’s that?”

“How I can’t do this thing called life without you. There’s no other person I see myself doing this—” He motions towards their surroundings. “with.” The duo being partners for the project gave the two a chance to view one another in a different light. A light they never once walked to.

“I… see you as more than just a friend. In fact, I’ve loved you since I was nine years old.”

Ruby grew speechless, peering deeply into his eyes. Derealization creeps upon her frame— nearly on the verge of pinching herself to figure out if she’s dreaming or not. But she isn’t… Dorian is standing right in front of her, live in the flesh. Confessing his longtime romantic feelings for her.

“This may come as a shocker but… I had to tell you before it was too late.” He further explains, stepping closer to the beauty.

“Lena. What about Lena? Did she ever come in mind when you realized you had these feelings for me?” Their chests meeting softly, her gaze peering upward due to their height difference.

“What about her?” Her eyebrow raises at his response. “I care about her but she isn’t you.”

“Could this be? Or… could this not be?” The beauty’s fingertips tracing along the material of his long sleeved shirt.

His face slowly dipping downward toward hers, his lips leaning closer to hers, “It will be.”

Without wasting another agonizing second, their lips connected for the very first time. Their union was fervent, zealous— in search of what was next to occur during this moment. Their tongues began to tango within the other’s wetness. The act creating a track of its own.

Both of their racing hearts thumped intensely as Dorian takes the initiative of positioning his hands along the top of her backside. He wanted to remain respectful, not wanting to overstep his boundaries in any way shape or form.

As a result, Ruby sends him the signal that his thoughts were okay. It was as if she read his mind given their undeniable chemistry, leading his large hands to her covered backside that sat plump and proudly in her shorts.

Her arms hanging loosely around his neck, their heads conducting every which way yet never breaking their steamy kiss. Unfortunately, the infant simulator started to wail loudly catching the duo’s attention. Dorian sends the woman a grip on her backside, his top row of pearly whites softly digging into his bottom lip. Hazy low eyes staring downward at her seductively.

“I got it.”

Suddenly, he snaps out of the trance she unintentionally lured him under. His mind traveling to his girlfriend for a split second.

“N-No, I got it.” He volunteers, tending to the infant simulator’s needs.

Giggling softly to herself, Ruby observes as he rocks and feeds the mechanical infant. Her gaze travels along to her sock cladded feet before lifting her head once again, finger twiddling the tip of one of her lengthy braids.

The second he returns it to its rightful place as soon as it halted its wails, “I should go.” He began to pack his things, preparing to leave once again.

Yet again, Ruby stops him right in his tracks. This time what she had in mind isn’t so innocent.

“You can’t just confess your feelings for me then up and leave. Besides, it’s pouring down out there.” She was enticing, practically seducing him with her eyes. “You gonna go out in the rain? Hm?” They were a deep shade of brown, lust and desire swirling within her orbs.

Her head tilts to the side, their pools of brown burning into one another. “I don’t think you should leave me, Dorian.” The woman confidently steps closer to his tall frame, exuding a femme fatale. A woman clearly comfortable within her sexuality.

He surrenders, “I suppose, I shouldn’t.” The thought of Lena being shoved in the back burner of his conscience.

With his consent, the woman takes his hand and leads him to her bedroom. Anticipation and excitement pouring over his frame as he watches her hips. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, observing the beauty undress while admiring her being. His member hard as a rock.

Ruby kneels upon her knees, unbuckling the fly of his denim jeans. “You don’t have to do that.” He says, though he doesn’t mind. He’d never received fellatio before so it would be a first.

“Stop worrying. Would you?” She doesn’t bother to even glance at him as his tongue drag across his lips, gaze directed amongst her breasts. He lifts his hips so she could pull down his boxers, he’d never been so ecstatic about anything in his life. He had no idea Ruby had it in her.

Slowly stroking his long phallus, her lust-filled eyes glances upward in his direction. It wouldn’t be long before her lips would be wrapped around him, slurping him up as if her life depended on it. Clearly, it isn’t her first rodeo.

His jaw falls agape, “Oh shit.”

Her hand skillfully strokes him. The beauty’s head bobbing upward and downward with absolute ease. Her skills were heaven sent, becoming a pleasure to the male. She was too good at this.

His head falls backward, fucking her face as his fingers tangles into her braids. “Ruby…” He calls her name, low gaze averting downward onto the sexual deviant earning her attention. Batting her eyelashes, she seductively drags her tongue along one of the veins of his thick phallus, making sure to maintain their hazy eye contact. “Yes, baby?”

Before he could utter another word— he couldn’t any longer. He’d completely lost his train of thought. She snatched them away of him as well as his soul, going harder than before due to his reaction. Ruby was giving him Grammy award winning head, a plethora of profanity escaping his throat.

She was showcasing one of her many talents, revealing that she’s unlike any other woman he’s ever been with sexually. None of his previous lovers offered fellatio and he never pressured them either. But Ruby was more than willing to with no absolute shame.

In fact, she was committed. Dedicated to make him come just with the handy dandy work of her tongue. It had taken much practice, though she loved it. The jaw aches, the tears cascading along her cheeks, her mouth being full, the slob surrounding her juicy lips, the moans— even screams. The aggressive face fucking— she abso-fucking-lutely loved it.

“Fuck, fuck…” Dorian groans aloud, releasing into her mouth without warning. She made him come in under a minute, leaving breathless and panting heavily. He wasn’t expecting that level of head.

She swallows whatever he produces with no complaints, crawling onto his lap. “Think you could handle some more?” Her center throbbed for him, throbbing for a good pounding and he possesses the perfect size for her dripping tight crevice. The woman always desired for something bigger than she could handle.

He was still up at attention. “Hell yeah.”

Reaching for a condom into her nightstand, she makes sure to secure it on him. The second she does, she hops off of his lap and lays beside his being. His eyes closely following the places she goes, watching her legs widen. He analyzes her wetness as if it’s his most prized possession, his trophy.

One of her hands drags between her breasts along onto her toned stomach, eventually between her legs. Her index and middle finger toying with her throbbing center, moaning softly. Dorian replaces her touch, a groan passing his throat due to how soaked she is. He barely touched her and he had her like this.

Ruby practically melted like putty in his hands, surrendering to whatever he had to offer. His fingers soon being replaced with his thick phallus, both of them moaning at the sudden contact.

She trapped him into her cavern and he couldn’t find himself desiring to escape. He was already hooked, longing for more and more and more.

Dorian’s strokes were deep, passionate yet slow. He wanted to savor each second, capture each second. His face no longer buried into the crook of her neck, lifting his head to analyze her facial expressions. Her lips were slightly parted open, low pools of brown flowing into his. “I love you.” She whispers before whimpering shortly after her confession.

“I love you.” He tucks one of her braids behind her ear. Orbs sparkling in admiration. Ruby’s deep brown eyes caught him in a daze. Her cheekbones sat high. Her glossy lips plump and suckable, begging to be ravished. Brown skin smooth and soft, her signature vanilla bean scent entering his nostrils yet again. “You’re so beautiful.”

The woman caresses his back, hips rocking into his. Her legs enveloping his waist. She didn’t want him to stop especially when he stretched her out so perfectly. Dorian already has her right where she wanted him to have her.

“Dorian…” Her feminine tone summons his name. It wouldn’t be the last time.

Natural nail beds digging into the golden skin of his back, the pleasure growing increasingly overwhelming. She felt every vein, every thrust, everything. “Shit.” The second he finds her spot— he seems to not want to leave it alone, deepening the tip of his phallus in circles.

Love marks being left upon her skin, biting and nibbling. His wet tongue sensually dragging along her chest then her brown hardened areolas, showing them the attention they were in dire need of.

The view of her breasts bouncing along each thrust, her reaction garnered another side of Dorian. Without a lack of hesitation, he flips the woman onto her stomach before entering her walls yet again. It catches Ruby off guard but she doesn’t disagree. Her legs shaking immensely.

The headboard bangs against the wall harshly. The couple pants heavily as the aggressive sound of skin slapping bounces off the walls. “Ah, fuck,” Dorian’s tight grip amongst her hips forces her body back and forth. His pace more rougher than before. His lust-filled gaze observing her backside clap against him, top row of pearly whites digging into his bottom lip.

No uncertainty, Ruby pumps herself back. “Oh, yes, yes!” Her body burning for him, sweat beads dripping along their melanated frames. She desired for more, no matter how much he filled her up. “Don’t stop… fuck me, fuck me.” The sexual deviant became a certified fein. So far, Dorian wasn’t a disappointment.

Her eyes rolls to the back of her skull for the millionth time tonight. One of her hands reaching behind her back to grip his hip while the other gripped the sheets due to the fervent impact of his strokes. Drool dripping along her chin due to her jaw hanging agape in pure disbelief yet bliss. She hadn’t had her world rocked like this in awhile.

Her arch remained intact, ass up in the air and face down just as he loves it. The view was a true sight for a sore eyes.

The second she looks back at him with that pouty expression upon her face, the throbbing sensation of his phallus intensifies. He isn’t prepared to come just yet. The effect of Ruby was something serious and Dorian hadn’t prepared for it.

Suddenly, an abrupt feeling of Dorian’s member slipping out of Ruby’s cavern earns a whimper. “Put it back in,” She drags out, high-pitched weak voice holding a slight crack due to the amount of shouting she was doing a second ago.

Dorian doesn’t respond. Instead, he lowers himself between her legs. The male figures he would return the favor. “So good.” He groans against her wetness, ravishing her nectar as if it’s his last supper.

“Ouu—” His thumb pressing against her anus. In result, more of her juices dripping along his chin. “Ah, fuck… just like that.” She encourages her lover, fucking his face.

His tongue dragging across her center passionately, not so rough but it was sensual. Soon enough, two of his thick fingers would enter her warm walls again before thrusting them in and out at a gradual pace. The amazing work of his tongue and fingers would cause the beauty to grow weak in the knees.

Dorian was dedicated given his eyelids were shut, his head moving side to side— up and down to lick every angle of her dripping goodness. He was quite adamant on pleasing the woman. He’s his own man and it showed.

Without warning, she squirts onto his gorgeous canvas with a shout, “Fuck!” He would continue his actions resulting in the woman to feel the urge to squirt yet again.

Her aching paradise would be filled to the brim with his love once more, digging in and out of the beauty mercilessly. She released the urge, squirting along his soaked pelvic area while babbling incoherent words. A flushed yet fucked out expression amongst her naturally captivating canvas. “Mhm,” He encourages her, despite not understanding a word she’s uttering.

A firm grip upon her braids would jolt her head backward in his direction as he continued to fuck her into oblivion, her brain growing completely dumb. “Unh, unh, unh, unh!” She shouts into the heated atmosphere. He sends a rough slap to her backside.

“Ah, shit!” Dorian groans, feeling his orgasm approaching. Though, he was about to come— he continued to give her all he had. He was a panting, sweaty mess but he was still incredibly sexy. “Fuck, I love you.” He meant every single word he said.

“I love you more, baby…” She began, tone of voice frail and shaky. “I love this dick.” Her mouth was absolutely filthy but so was Dorian’s. She brought out that side of him.

“I know…” His gaze averting to where their bodies connected. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” With each stroke, her wetness made its presence known— creating an mixtape of its own. Their sex was sticky and sloppy just as the couple loved it.

Their sexual chemistry was better than expected. It took a moment but eventually it transitioned into something unforgettable, ardent.

Her walls tightens around him causing his eyes to roll to the back of his skull, head tossing backward as his tongue drags along his lips. “Shit. I’m gonna cum.” He informs the woman, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Her nectar sloshing against his hardened member, squirting once more.

Their bodies began to shake violently. Oxytocin and Dopamine streaming along their veins as their love comes crashing down upon them. Dorian continues to pound his lover, unable to get enough despite his orgasm sending a slight jolt to his movements. In result, the couple began to grow overstimulated— fucking one another through their orgasm.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Ruby’s voice high-pitched cries out with a light crack before calling out for the most high. They ride out their highs, Dorian grunting aloud as his seed fills up the latex.

Panting heavily, the male’s arms wraps along her waist. His sweaty chest pressing against her back, lips inching closer toward her ear. “You know there’s no going back, right?”

The second their high came down, the couple was brought back to reality. What they did was absolutely wrong, the ultimate stab in the back. Both Ruby and Dorian understood that but neither of them could deny the burning desire of going there with one another. Though it was wrong, it felt right.

They love one another and Lena couldn’t stop that.

Turning to look back at him, a loving grin upon her lips, a twinkle of admiration and adoration in her eye as her gaze sets upon his captivating canvas. “Of course.”

[esimsterlookbook]

Brandie Sims 4 CC Lookbook

Meet Brandie!

Base Sim Info:

Skin: Sims 4 Nexus Defined Nose 1 / Sims 4 Nexus Defined Mouth 01 / Northern Siberia Winds Cleavage Mask N4 Overlay / Breezytrait acne / Lamatisse Bare Skintone / Lamatisse Rosewater Skin / Nesurii Little details / Ok ruee misc face details / Sammi_xox Nose, Eye, Lip Masks

Eyebrows/Eyes/Lashes/Teeth: Praline Sims Odd eye N179 / Light Deficient Simblreen2K19 Teeth 1 / MMSims Eyelashes v5 / Carol 91 Priscilla Eyebrows

Everyday:

Hair: Jino Hair N10 Lovelle

Outfit: Valenttina Muniz Violet Top / Tauve Sunset Walk Jeans / Lazy Eyelids Nike Air Force One

Accessories: Aeretha Bee Ashley Hair Clips / Aretha Bee Quinn Necklace / FKA Offset Septum / Praline Sims Malice Earrings / Christopher 067 Mahlia Rings

Makeup/Nails: Northern Siberia Winds Blush N8 Cheeks and Nose / GoppolsMe Gold Liner cc24 / Learxfl Forest Elf Nails

Formal:

Hair: Simpliciaty Amanda Hair

Outfit: Atelier Lena Petal Mini Dress / Mermalade Strappy Wide Heels S144

Accessories: FKA Offset Septum / Simpliciaty Elia Rings / Christopher067 Destiny Necklace

Makeup/Nails: Praline Sims Blush 81 Starshower / Praline Sims Eyeliner N123 One And Only / Praline sims Eyeshadow N94 Ice Queen / sims3melancholic lipstick N10 / Maxi Moons Haylee Nails

Athletic:

Hair: Jino Hair 30 Harin

Outfit: Iconic Gym Outfit / Lazy Eyelids Nike Air Force One

Accessories: Jolliebean Peak Performance Basic Socks / SeoulSoul #39 Y2K Hat - release oct 12 / FKA Offset Septum

Sleep:

Hair: Jino Hair N39 Daisy

Outfit: Rimings Lazy Sunday Sleeveless Crop Top / Turksimmer Bear Patterned PJ Sweatpants c1297

Accessories: FKA Offset Septum / Camuflaje Sleeping Mask (forehead)

Party:

Hair: Simpliciaty Jamora Hair

Outfit: B0T0XBRAT Precious Top / Belaloallure Gimme Danger skirt / Shoestopia Breanna High Heels

Accessories: Oydis Astrea Jewelry / FKA Offset Septum / Glitterberryfly Triple Dainty Ring Set

Makeup/Nails: GoppolsMe Gold Liner cc75 / Lady Simmer Starfall Shadows / Praline sims Eyeliner N119 Butterflys Temptation / Veve Bisou Highlighter / Giulietta Sims Long Stiletto French Tips Ombre Nails

Swim:

Hair: Simpliciaty Denise Hair

Outfit: B0T0XBRAT Fairy Bikini Top / Busra-tr So Fly Bikini Bottom S60

Accessories: FKA Offset Septum / Simpliciaty Scarlet Rings / AxA Blackout Glasses V2

Makeup/Nails: Giulietta Sims Rounded Square Medium Glossy Nails

Hot Weather:

Hair: Simpliciaty Dakota Hair

Outfit: Gorilla x3 Tie Shoulder Mini Dress / Jius Platform Mary Janes 02

Accessories: Aretha Bee Milena Necklace / FKA Offset Septum / Christopher 067 Monet Rings / toksik Sirheo Sunglasses

Makeup/Nails: Northern Siberia Winds Lips N39 / GiuliettaSims Long Stiletto French Tips Ombre Nails

Cold Weather:

Hair: Jino Hair N10 Lovelle

Outfit: Gorilla x3 Extra Long Sleeve Sweater / Rimings Comfortable Outfit Set Wide Jeans / Lazy Eyelids Nike Air Force One

Accessories: Rimings New Gift Box 13 Beret / FKA Offset Septum / Praline Sims Thunder V6 Earrings

Makeup/Nails: Northern Siberia Winds Blush N8 / Praline Sims Lip N223 Americano

[chairhere]

Jonn and Kara fighting while J’onn  is in Nike tennis shoes is so funny. He’s looking at his adoptive daughter like girl get your gay head out of your ass. Kara losing a friend! No, never!/s No pappa bear! Well shit Lena. She’s using the phenomenon to her advantage. This mess with J’onn, yikes. I really don’t like this grandma. Or grandpa. I get his deal tho. I love! The suit! oh. oh no. They’re going to the fortress…. Oh J’onn. Alex if you don’t take a chill pill after the damn explosion. See! See! I’m getting so upset. Thank you, Kelly! This sucks ass. I. Am. So. Up. Set. If J’onn dies I will kill somebody. I am glad he gets reassurance though. Myriad… Canon blaster. Wtf Brainy. I am 100% positive that if you had a concussion you would not be playing cards. I’m glad they’re having this conversation. This is so important. DAMMIT. ALEX IF YOU DONT- I think it is so funny that she fixes her hair to go in the field. Bruh. That was so gay. She skidded on the floor! “Welcome to krypton old man.” Well that was blunt. dammit.  dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit. Fuck. i- I have thoughts just not for here. I can’t believe that wasn’t the ending scene of the episode. J’onn is trying his best. They could patch up that quickly! A little codependency in this relationship but that’s okay.  So either Kara is stuck in the fortress without a way to call for help or she has one and she thinks she deserves it.

[montysworld]

Nike - Members of Summer from Xavier Tera on Vimeo.

WRITTEN & DIRECTED BY: Xavier tera CD: Debbie Pan Produced by Twin Brains Films Executive Producer: Janie Chartier Producer: Miyuki Murakami Prod Manager: Toshiki Yasuhiro DoP Erwan Cloarec AD: Lena Shockley AD Assist: Tei Hanetsu Stylist: Marie Higuchi Make up: Shinya Kumazaki Hair stylist: Kazuki Fujiwara 1st AC: Federico Settimelli 2nd AC: Koichi Furuya Wire Stunt Action Coordinator Tomoaki Kawasumi Wire Stunt Action Assistant Munenori Yao, Shoji Sagawa

Key PA Noel Joshua Helius Catbagan @joshuahelius Set PA Yukiko Nagata @yukiko.pdf Set PA Sofiane Boucif @teddevo PA Rosa Barbaran @rosas__are_red Runner Mario Stompford

Music Jean-David Perron @jeandavidperron (Supersavant @supersavant.music) Editor Xavier Tera @xaviertera Colorist Simon Bøisx @simon_boisx (ARKETYPE INC. @arketypeworld) VFX Philippe Toupin Film Lab IMAGICA @imagica.film

Production Driver Handriyan Adi Yanto @iyanchokiru (Yata) Catering Breakfast Club Tokyo @breakfastclubtokyo @mamaluli Perch @aterlier_perch Biji @biji.gakugeidaigaku 
 CAST

Eun Sang @eunsang6 (West Management Inc. @west_management_inc_official) Ryo Matsuura @ryomatsuura Rio (PUMP Management @pump_mgmt_tokyo) 
Guen Yu @ptr1t (Friday @model_agency_friday) Hibiki Kitaura (Friday @model_agency_friday) Lina Endo @itslinaaerial

[lolpurple]

Illustrations from the fifth volume of light novel “Rolan the Forgotten King”

Story: Yoshino Takumi Illustration and character design: Mochizuki Jun

[star-puff]

hooray and congrats on ur milestone meg meg~ for ur event may i have atsumu + my ult goddess nike please <3

a study in atsumu & nike:

wreaths of laurel leaves, two wings shaped of thousands of feathers, glowing dust, a finger pointed, the choosing of a victor, steps almost to the point of flight, impatience and impulsiveness in the name of glory, carved ivory sprinkled with triumph, ambition in every breath, the refusal of defeat, perfection set in liquid gold

[rhaegaring]

things we'll eventually say: "if you don't leave, i won't leave either."

[oli444ka]

                                                 Лена

[mintgal]

sketches from procreate.. i like the traditional brushes!

[freshthoughts2020]

WELÇOME©: MIND OF SCOTTIE [Scottie Pippen, Hand Drawn Inspired Hoodie] P...

[jun-mochizuki-art-blog]

~Rolan the Forgotten King~ Poster by Jun Mochizuki

[lobsterflaws]

Heres a MAP part I finished today… I was pretty proud if it

song is Otter Pop by Shawn Wasabi

[femmegoode]

thanks for the tag @sweetestberryofthebunch my beloved <3

last song: rocky - still woozy

last film: the first live action scooby doo movie lmao

currently reading: on earth we’re briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong

currently watching: i finished Hacks so i’m trying to find a new show. i started Girls (not a lena dunham fan but i have chuckled a few times so maybe i’ll keep watching it)

current obsession: i started 5k training on nike run club and have really been enjoying it. i’ve been a runner on and off since i was like 16 and this is the first time i’ve been able to come back from not running consistently and not be frustrated with myself. i just ran a sub 10 minute mile the other day and was really excited about it!!

not sure if y’all have been tagged but i’ll go with @trixies-boots @cherubbcheeks @cakesexuality @thebonecollector @dayasbetty and anyone else who wants to!! ☺️

[lolpurple]

Illustrations Rolan The Forgotten King by Mochizuki Jun

[crowsandmalachite]

five times kissed (yesss pls give me these gays)

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed

“Lena!” Barreling into the slim woman, Rowan slammed her to the ground, shielding her from a hail of shrapnel. Lena may have gotten them out of range of the worst of it, but she hadn’t been quite fast enough to move them past it all- with the accelerator nearly dead she couldn’t risk it. Twisted bits of metal and chunks of concrete fell on Rowan’s back, hard enough to hurt, but not enough to pierce the fabric of her jacket. Only singe it a little. In time, silence fell, only broken by their breathing and the racing of their hearts. Letting out a breathless laugh, Rowan began to push herself up, only to be pulled down by Lena’s hold on her collar.

“You bloody idiot, you could’ve gotten yourself killed!” The Brit seemed more relieved than angry, and before Rowan could give a sarcastic reply, she pulled her down into a breathless, relieved kiss. It was sweet and smoky, not quite angry but certainly somewhat exasperated. When they pulled apart, Rowan gave her a crooked grin. 

“Honey, I am very hard to kill.”

Observing the carnage laid out before her, Nike smiled, green eyes sparkling behind her plague styled mask. Walking lightly among the pools of blood and broken bodies, she made her way to the woman in the center, her smile frame draped in a bright harlequin costume that had become more crimson than gold. 

“When will they learn to dress you in red?” She tisked, drawing closer as she stepped over a body, planting her stiletto firmly in a pool of blood, her tight black skirts soaking wet around the hem. Whistling as she moved, the sound echoing off the marble, an eerie chorus in the otherwise silent ballroom. Coming up alongside Chronos, she wrapped an arm around the other woman. 

“It suits you so well.” Pulling the other woman in for a kiss, it was a savage motion, fierce and possessive. With a high giggle, Chronos responded eagerly, nipping at Nike’s lower lip. With a growl, Nike fisted her hand in Chronos hair and pulled back, already imagining all the ways she could take her on the blood soaked marble- when her comm went off. Enough fun for one mission.

“Shh hey Lena, it’s okay- I promise you’re safe.” It wasn’t the first time Rowan had been woken by her companions night terrors, and she had long ceased to fear the lashing out that always happened before the slim woman was fully awake. The fire was down to embers, a deep red that matched the light trail of the accelerator left in its wake as Lena bolted upright, snarling with fists swinging.  

“You’re safe honey.” Carefully, she lowered her arms when Lena stopped lashing out, and reached out to pull the slim woman into her lap. “It was another nightmare.” She wasn’t going to call it just another nightmare- she knew from experience those terrors never felt like another nightmare. They were suffocating in their reality, vivid and inescapable. 

For a time they sat in silence, Lena trying to match her breathing to Rowan’s slow, steady rhythm. The embers burned lower, and soon the only light was from her accelerator, and the stars above them. The darkness beyond was complete, and strangely comforting. In that muffling cocoon, the slim woman reached up to caress Rowan’s face, and- before she could lose her nerve- pulled the other woman in for a brief, sweet kiss. 

Momentarily still, it wasn’t exactly the first thing the witch had been expecting, but rather than pulling away, she reciprocate the gesture, pulling Lena up after she pulled away for another kiss. But it was late, they were exhausted, and now was no time to start something they couldn’t finish.

“Go back to sleep- I’m not going anywhere.”

Unable to sit still, Rowan paced in the small anteroom. Five steps to the wall, five steps back. Her boots echoed on the tile, the sound reverberating uncomfortably in the cramped space. It had been forever- hadn’t it? Time had ceased to mean anything from the moment she’d seen Doomfist rip the accelerator from Lena’s back.

Passing out immediately after making it back to base hadn’t helped her grasp on it either. No one told her how long she’d been out, but someone did have the foresight to move her out of the med bay, knowing if she woke up there disoriented and distressed, it would end badly. But after she’d come to, the witch had gone sprinting right back, past Reyes and Morrison, back to Lena. She’d left her girlfriend in the tank alone. To face reconstruction alone.

“Miss Darkwater?” Angela peeked into the anteroom, to her credit not flinching when Rowan wheeled around, eyes intense and posture just slightly threatening. “Winston says you can see Lena now just-” Rowan barreled past the blonde medic, following her instincts more than her eyes to find her girlfriend.

“Just be careful, she is still delicate!” Angela called after the witch, not bothering to pursue her. By the time Rowan got into Lena’s room she slammed through the door at nearly a sprint, stopping short beside the bed where Lena sat propped up on a small mountain of pillows.

With Angela’s warning echoing in the back of her mind, she handled her girlfriend so carefully as she cupped her face and pulled her into a kiss. But even as it was gentle, there was barely restrained intensity behind it as she poured all her worry, all her desperation, and all her love into it, oblivious to the world around her, and the uncomfortable Winston in the corner.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there- I’m sorry. I’m not going anywhere this time. I promise.”

Sitting on the roof, with the skyline unfurled before them, Rowan looped her arm around Lena’s waist as they watched the sun go down. London was a beautiful place, and it had certainly taken her long enough to get there. Pulling her girlfriend close, Rowan never wanted to let go.

Sometimes it felt like there was a world between them, Lena as a world hero, Rowan as a homeless vigilante. She’d resisted the Recall for so long, and couldn’t bring herself to regret joining. Even with her reluctance, her skepticism of the whole hero thing, it was worth it. It was worth it to see Lena in her element, and to finally begin to understand that maybe when the other woman said she saw a hero in Rowan… well that maybe she wasn’t just flattering her. 

Leaning over, she kissed Lena’s cheek, sweet and brief. Giggling, the Brit turned to face her girlfriend, grinning widely.

“Oi luv, you missed.” Raising her eyebrows, Rowan made a sound of mock indigence. 

“I kissed you exactly where I wanted to.” Lena was about to reply when Rowan cut her off, leaning in for a quick, playful kiss. “There’s a little thing called romance you know.” Lena scoffed, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly. 

“Not like an American would know romance.” Bowling her girlfriend over, Rowan rolled on top of Lena, ignoring the bright blue accelerator sandwiched between them. 

“Heartless.” She chided, before swooping down for another kiss. The sun slipped below the horizon, and below the two oblivious lovers, the lights of the city began to flicker on, filling the night with sodium light stars.