#strapless bathing suit

[swimsuitmanaic]

[tacticalprincess]

pervy!könig being absolutely crazy about reader sunbathing/tanning. no thoughts. that’s it.

anon #2: i saw a tiktok about like guys loving tanlines and i feel like that is SO pervy!konig like i know he has a thing for them

pervy!könig who blushes when you catch him hovering over you, smiling with your eyes closed while you teasingly complain about him blocking the sun. he can’t tear his gaze away from the sight of your soft body glistening under the bright rays of light, your little bikini clinging to your curves while his own pants begin to cling to the one he has filling up in his boxers. you’re blissfully unaware of his perverse gaze, eyes closed in content as you soak up the sun, ignorant to the fact that könig is trying to imprint the image into his memory to jerk off to later. which is why when he asks to reapply your sunscreen for you, you don’t think much of it… and he promises the hard thing nudging your ass is just the bottle in his pocket, häschen.

if you’re someone who gets tanlines, he doesn’t know what to do with himself around you until they go away. eyes constantly honed in on the temporary outline of your bikini straps that are exposed through your strapless top, disappearing into your cleavage. it’s art — the way the tanned skin dips into a lighter shade, it’s like your body is teasing him, taunting him with what he can’t see. and his mouth waters when he pictures how cute you must look without any clothes on, your breasts and pussy highlighted so prettily, stroking his cock to the image until his vision goes blurry, the silky material of your bathing suit bottoms wrapped in his fist. he tries not to be greedy when he thumbs at the outline on your shoulder during conversation, hoping you’ll take pity on his yearning gaze and let him see underneath.

[tradgedyinwaves]

First Choice - Part 9

Part nine of this Poly141! x fat!reader tw: anxiety, panic attack, angst

You could feel the first tickles of a panic attack, heart rate rising, breathing getting a little more difficult and the tell tale pain in your chest like it’s caving in on itself. You knew this gala was going to be a bad idea. 

Snatching another glass from a passing tray, you knocked back the entire thing and looked for your boss. You weren’t getting paid for this and it wasn’t worth the pain in your feet or the way your chest was tightening further. Finding him, you quickly informed him you were leaving and began stumbling towards the door.

Digging through your bag, you yanked out your phone and began ordering an Uber, not looking where you’re going. It’s this trek between your boss and the door where they see you. Or rather, you smacked right into Johnny’s chest, distracted by your phone. 

When you looked up, your eyes narrowed and you dodged around him, beelining for the door. The cool breeze that wafted over your face as you stepped outside helped soothe your overrun nerves, breathing it in and letting it take the rest of the anxiety away. Of course, that didn’t last long when Johnny was calling your name just as your ride pulled up. 

Leaning through the passenger window, you confirmed the ride and the driver before stepping back to get in the back seat. With the door open and a foot inside, Johnny finally caught up to you, gripping the frame of the door. 

“Please, bonnie. We can’t leave, but let us explain later, please,” he pleaded with you and you almost fell into the sea of blue staring at you. “It’s fine, Johnny. Go have fun with your date. I’m sure she’s missing you.” At that, you slipped into the car and tugged the door shut, leaving Johnny standing on the sidewalk with a broken look on his face. 

You weren’t sure why you thought they’d be any different than the rest, you thought to yourself as you fought the urge to sob in this random person’s back seat. Luckily for you, the event had been held close to your home so only ten minutes later you were unlocking your door and bolting all of the locks. 

You all but tore the dress from your body, leaving it in a heap as you stripped off the spanx and strapless bra you’d had to get specifically for said dress. You left all discarded on the floor as you started to turn the tub on for a bath, abandoning the idea when memories of spending time with Kyle flashed through your head. A hot shower it was then as you turned it on and stepped in, washing the hairspray away and the perfume you’d spritzed on your body. 

Hours later, a knock rattled you from your cozy place on the couch. Standing from your nest of blankets and pillows, neck of a bottle of wine still in your hand as you cracked the door open, chains crossing the space.

On the other side stood all four of them, still donning their suits as Price stepped up, the default spokesperson for the team. “Please let us explain.” You wanted to. Really. But you were so tired of being thrown around and used and forgotten. Not this time. “No. It’s-It’s okay, really. I hope you guys have a good life,” you murmured back before shutting the door and locking it again. 

Pressing your back to the door, you took a deep breath before letting the tears flow again. How stupid could I have been? Four gorgeous men wanting anything to do with me? It’s a fucking fantasy. Too good to be true. 

Or was it?

The muse is flowing today, I guess. Have another part! Enjoy!

<- Part 8 Part 10 ->

[streets-in-paradise]

i am back,once again!!

i’m srry i had to

anywayyyyy

okay so i got this idea,could u write about some cute moments between achilles and (fem)reader who loves the beach/anything that has to do w the sea?maybe like a drabble or smth??idk if this is vague but lmk

hahaha, hi!!

( woow, you pick your graphic intros and everything. that shows dedication i love it 💕)

Absolutely, I can do this.

Also, this will be super fitting because, despite the movie left it up to interpretation, his mom is a nereid (greek deity of the sea). When he is not fighting the job of Achilles is beach lol.

It turned out longer than a drabble because I kept thinking on your Achilles x girly/fashionista reader ask from last time and it kinda influencied me into doing a full oneshot mixing bits of both ideas.

Sea lover reader is also a capital city girl moving to Phthia who is quite girly and with a bubbly personality, enjoy <3

The Waves' Caress - Achilles x (Fem) Reader

Warnings: Mention to the sociopolitical things going arround in the Greece of the film ( Agamemnon's imperialism and the big picture civilizatory plan he mentions to Nestor in the scene where he convinces him of calling Achilles through Odysseus.)

Tags: @zoegarfield @lovelybaka

Vocabulary note: Strophion is an ancient times equivalent of a strapless bra, piece of greek clothing that can be imagined to resemble a bathing suit.

A deep love for the sea had allways been a part of you, so wherever fate would take you it was your hope to forever remain near the beach. Movings weren't usual in your life, used as you were to a comfortable lifestye in Mycenae as the daughter of a royal scribe. However, your father was a functionary for an empire in constant expansion. Official scribes were required everywhere to keep registered records and contribute to public order. The pretended civilizatory mission of King Agamemnon counted with that, so it wasn't a great surprise to hear he intended to relocate him on the most conflictive territory of his domains.

Myrmidons had a fame of being the fiercest soldiers of Greece, and his disdain for their strongest local leader was a threat to the very core of the order he intended to establish. Raising the mycenaean presence on the region was his idea to balance things. Populating through migrations of qualified officials and their families was his idea to stabilize politics and he was quite proud of it. So much that he even took the iniciative telling your family about it by himself, never missing the chance of doing awkward jokes only he would find funny.

As he charmingly enlisted the perks of his new position to your father, he punctualized one single downside. With his attention shortly deviated on you, Agamemnon playfully warned him to watch over his beautifull daughter from Achilles and his men.

The attempt of polite praise failed, but you pretended to go on with it to avoid upsetting him. Not surprised, but crushed by the news, all you did was asking if your new home had sight of the sea.

Phthia was a rocky territory where mountains were more abundant than fields, but it also had increíble beaches that became your only comfort in the arrival. As peacefull representatives of an occupation force, your presence was inpopular. Among the multiple functions of scribes there were a few that could be considered benefitial for the community, but your father was also supposed to work with those in charge of keeping track of the taxing.

It was obvious that the king wanted the handfull of new functionaries to handle a situation previous administrators couldn't control efficiently, that you were perfectly fine back in your birth city and adaptation was going to be a struggle.

Feeling more lonely than ever, in a position where you didn't feel comfortable trying to make new friends, all you had were your long walks on the beach.

The caress of the waves was comforting for you, and the salty tears of homesickness felt small mixing in them. Hoping that your sorrow could be temporally washed away, you would often speak out loud as if the forces ruling the water could hear you.

It was about presenting yourself with your fears, your dreads, begging for strenght and bringing small offers so the minor divinities populating those shores would get used to your presence. If mortals weren't going to make you feel welcome for obvious reasons, you could at least develop roots in the land bonding in a spiritual way.

At one given time, you tossed a silver ring for the waves to swallow. A really expensive one that you ripped from your finger with disgust, careless of what your father would say about that. That was your way of showing the local gods that you weren't Interested in the spoiling of their land, and if you had to stay, you wanted to find a spot to belong in doing good.

Lost as you were in your thoughts and prayers, you completely ignored there was a man watching you.

He noticed, and didn't waste time in making you realize of his presence.

" I'm an expert on anger and this doesn't look good. What happened? Did the man who gave it to you failed in behaving as he should? "

You turned back following the sound, only to discover the mesmerizing image of a blond man with piercing blue eyes. Blue as deep as the sea, captivating and haunting. His simple garments, vest and skirt of matching blue tones, made him look like a marine god coming at you.

" There is no man making me suffer other than my king. Unless seaking revenge on his orders, I doubt any myrmidon would want to get close enough for that. "

He smiled with skepticism, almost as if he taunted you.

" I would give you one afternoon in a tavern to prove it wrong. "

You couldn't help smiling and that only encouraged him to get closer pacing calmly in your direction.

" People come and go arround here, but I have a good memory for pretty girls … I guess you must be new. "

The flirting, way faster than what you were used to, was yet consented and very much appreciated. However, you feared the response you had for him would ruin everything.

" My father is the new royal scribe: we just moved and I have nowhere to belong here yet, except for this beach. "

The clarification soften him instead of sending him away.

" I was born here and still belong nowhere, only the sound of the waves bring me clarity. "

That subtle comfort was sweet enough to mean something without breaking the appearance of mightyness.

" I don't seek isolation, but stumble with it for unwillingly representing the evil deeds of Agamemnon. "

He got to close, close enough to smell the scent of your hair mixed with the breeze caressing it.

" I fight his wars, but never do it for him. He is not my king and as long as you are here he doesn't have to be yours either. "

He said enough to be recognized and the name came out softly from your lips.

" Achilles … "

The warrior smirked as a confirmation.

" i have been warned against you: Agamemnon told my father in front of me that you are the doom of every woman. "

Description that had clearly amused him.

" Did you believe it? "

He wanted to know if you were willing to give him a chance of proving himself.

Lost in him as you were, no voice of reason would have made you deny him that.

" It's too early to fall in any assumptions. "

His hands were cassually resting on his hips, eyes glancing at the sea as if he tried to reclaim a lost capacity for keeping distance.

" I come here often, maybe you will find time to form your own perceptions of me. "

An invitation to let him join you that you accepted in a heartbeat. Company was a great improvement and your attraction to him did get you trustfull with ease. The way in which you took his hand in your walk back into the water told him all he needed to know regarding the kind of girl you were.

Bright and pure, so innocent that he was still twirling his mind arround the lively attitude you began to show as fast as you felt safe arround him. There were no traces left of the angry sad girl he reached out to once her loneliness was disrupted.

All smiles for him, even more beautifull than before in his eyes.

More encounters kept happening and the thing wasn't left at random. Since you agreed to see each other with the excuse of your beach walks, the marine wildness became witness of your infatuation.

Without realizing of the meaning in his actions, Achilles began searching for you in every corner of the city hoping to cross ways in the middle of your daily activities. His gaze would search you in the crowds with very little success, making him crave more and more for the next secret meeting.

As most refined girls from the big city, you were one putting great care into your appearance. The pressure for beauty among rich nobles have shaped you that way, but he could tell you were a humble young woman whose harmless vanity couldn't be mistaken for shallowness. You also happened to be very well instructed, prepared to talk of any topic one would bring to you for conversation and always delivering a charming sensitivity into the talk. He sincerely thought you deserved a chance to be loved among his people regardless for the bunch of political servant fools you had arrived with.

Perhaps, because he himself adored you.

With the progression of your meetings evolving into implicit beach dates more surprises kept happening.

Achilles got to find out what that linen dyed of blue he found you buying at the market was for when you showed up one day in a cute match of strophion and skirt that left him breathless.

His blue eyes roamed your figure like the waves's caressing, yet you didn't seem to notice the impact you had on him and quickly ran towards him with your usual lovely carefreeness.

You clinged for a hug rounding his waist with your arms.

" Achilles! Want to go swimming? I came prepared this time. "

The sweetness of your tone made him feel almost guilty for enjoying the moment so much.

" I see, you look like a siren ready to raid the shore. "

The weird compliment made you giggle and excitement pushed you to show off, freeing him to give proper space for him to watch you.

" Do you like it? In Mycenae I used to go swimming with my friends, so my mother allowed me to make a new attire for swimming inspired by the local colour in order to feel more in home … Although I never told her who was my real inspiration."

Your attempt of souding suggestive was too cute and he couldn't resist the tenderness.

" It's perfect, you look so beautifull it's painfull to look at directly … "

Achilles interrupted himself, only to deliver his conclussion in a whisper.

" … And I love knowing you were thinking of me. "

Heat started reaching your face, but you tried to sustain the bravery that got you there.

" I'm always thinking of you. Mother says it seems my head is on some cloud, but in fact it is on the sea. "

Lovefull words started flowing from you with ease simply by staring at him for too long.

" On your eyes, that seem made of it. All its misterious charm compacted in one glance … and I wonder how is that even possible. When we meet, I mistook you for a god of the deepness. An inmortal servant of Poseidon answering my prayers. "

His eyes followed the soft features of your face with discrete adoration.

" You are the miracle I never expected, sweet girl of a love so pure that it's drowning my heart. "

Silently and relentlessly, the few distance between you dissapeared. Achilles held you by the waist and you caressed his cheeks into your first kiss. Although the breeze should have cooled you down, you were feeling your while body on fire and nothing could have stopped it.

As soon as you released each other you made him chase you into the water so the caresses of the waves on your skin would mix with his. Catching you took him a bit because you kept diving away as part of the game, but when he got you in his arms he refused to let you go.

Once you had enough fooling arround, he proved to have one more surprise for you.

His seashell necklace, that he colocated on you after filling the spot with kisses while you were drying together near the shore.

Words weren't enough to thank him, but you tried anyways.

" It's so beautifull! How did you know I wanted one like yours? I was trying to make one myself, but i'm collecting only the prettiest shells I find for it. "

Your reaction caused him a blissfull pride.

" Keep mine, I want you to have it. This way, my men would know you are mine without mycenaeans realizing. A subtle symbol that will make myrmidons respect you. "

The explanation got you even more excited, but you also felt a sudden sense of shame.

" I have nothing to give you in return. "

Achilles chuckled, as if he knew something you didn't.

" Wrong again, pretty one. "

With the cocky comment, he exposed his hand showing off a detail you didn't notice before.

Your silver ring on his finger.

" Impossible! I tossed it away for the deities to take, it should be resting deep in the ocean. "

Achilles enjoyed himself with your child-like amazement.

" Tomorrow, I will take you to see the most beautifull point of our shores. One you don't know yet, where no one dares to go, and there you will meet the one who gave it back to me. "

It confused you even more, but that was understandable.

Achilles was aware you had no idea that you had already won the good sight of his mother with your thoughtfull prayers and sincere love for her essential element.

It was him the one who still had hard work to do in order to charm your parents.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 8

Roy Kent x Reader, spicy rating - MASTERLIST

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7

It's gala time! With a sprinkle of Tedbecca cos I've missed them!

ohh and this is the gif on repeat in my head (that SMILE!! JFC):

~~~~~~

He hasn’t seen the dress yet. You’ve hung it up in his spare room while you deal with the other stuff you don’t do all that often like hair and make up - and when you do do it, you have a little shadow following you and asking if she can share your lipstick, what’s mascara, and why do you need to put that weird thing on your eyelashes. You’d both had to rush to get ready for work after he’d fucked you in the kitchen, everything taking that little bit longer when you could hardly keep your hands off each other. He’d gone off to Nelson Road with the promise of meeting you in the city so he could collect his suit. He’d run you a bath when you’d both gotten back to his, kissed each little fingertip bruise on your hips. You’d gone with Sara to get a manicure for the first time in a very, very long time, while Phoebe played Princesses with Roy.

“Jesus, you’re glowing. It’s sickening.” She laughed.

“I know you don’t want to hear this but just pretend it’s not Roy for a sec, cos it’s not really about him anyway, but it’s insanely different. Like night and day different to anything I’ve ever experienced in my life, Sara. My whole fucking life. It’s like I’ve been struck by lightning. With Andy it was just about him, with anyone else before actually. Like they didn’t actually care about me, it was only ever about them. And I mean that in every aspect, not just the sex.” She pulled a face, “I know, I’m not going to talk to you about the sex, I promise. I wish I could, because I need to shout it from the rooftops in all honesty.” 

“I told you, he’s so ready to make someone happy. I’m glad that person is you.”

“I’m still nervous about tonight.”

“Don’t be!” She said, full of confidence.

“These people mean as much to him as you and your mum and Phebs do. It’s like you three top tier, then this entire building full of people he adores.”

“You’ve met Jamie though?”

“Yeah, but he still thinks I’m just your best friend. He’s going to know as soon as he sees me that that’s not the whole truth.”

“So are you labelling this thing when you meet everyone later?”

“He said it’s up to me. But I don’t want it to be up to me. Or not completely anyway.”

“If anyone asks, you’re friends. They don’t have to know that you’re friends who are sleeping together and are almost certainly more than friends.”

“Hmm. You’re right, we can do that. That sounds easy.” 

“Ah. Wait, no. Forget that. I’ve seen his face around you. It’s literally impossible for him to disguise that he likes you. And tonight, with the dress and the boobs and the legs he’s just not going to be able to keep his face like,” she exaggerated Roy’s impassive, grumpy face, “that all night. He’ll never be able to manage it.”

“Oh.”

“So they find out you’re seeing each other - does it really matter?”

“Suppose not.”

“Exactly. So just enjoy it. Enjoy grown up company, drinks and a really fancy night on the town with a whole football team. You’ll have a blast.” You knew she was right, you repeat her comments in your head as you potter around Roy's room - hair done, make up done, you've just finished putting in some earrings and now you're having trouble with your necklace. 

"Not going to fucking lie, if this is the outfit then I'm fine with that. I want my money back and we're not leaving the house, but I'm fine with all of that." He says from the doorway where he's been standing for goodness knows how long. His suit leaves you speechless, perfectly tailored with sharp lines. You know he can tell that it's had an effect on you.

"Make yourself useful." You tell him, handing him your necklace and turning your back on him. 

"There are other ways I can do that," he suggests once he's done the necklace up, hands tracing the line of your strapless bra and your underwear. 

"No time babe, the car is due soon isn't it?"

"I'm sure I've got time for something at least." He hooks his thumbs into your underwear, using them to pull you over to the bed and sitting down, moving you between his knees. You cup his face in your hands and kiss him, knowing you made a wise choice in not putting your lipstick on yet.  

"I don't think we do. God, you look gorgeous." You run your hands down the lapel of his jacket. 

"Bet you a fiver I can make you come and leave you enough time to finish getting ready before the car gets here."

"I'm not taking that bet," you laugh,

"Cos you know you'll fucking lose." He teases. You swat at his shoulder, 

"Aren't you wasting valuable time?" His eyes light up, hands squeezing your bum.

"Well, it's not exactly what I wanted but you'll only tell me off if you have to do your hair again." His hands, as promised, make very quick work of you while he talks about everything else he wants to do. He holds you to him as you come back down from the high. "Dress on then." He tells you, taping your hip. "I'll be downstairs." He leaves you with a lingering kiss filled with promises for later. You step into the dress and lift it into place, reaching around for the zip. You slip on the shoes and apply your lipstick, checking the whole look in the mirror. You feel amazing, you just hope he agrees. He hears you on the stairs, "just in time-" He starts, but stops abruptly. "Holy fucking shit."

"That's what I said." You laugh. "It's OK?" He hasn't said another word or taken his eyes off you while you navigated the stairs. You wring your hands nervously. "Roy? Fucksake, say something please? Is it awful?"

"You look incredible," he finally says hoarsely. "Fucking incredible. Show me?" He takes your hand, urging you to turn around and show him the whole dress. When you stop in front of him again, his hand goes to the thigh high slit up the front of the dress. "I definitely can't wait to take this off." 

"When's the car coming?" You ask, stepping into his arms. 

"It should be outside." He leads you out. In the car, his hand slips under the split of your dress to rest on your bare thigh. "Remind me to take advantage of this later when you’re less fucking nervous."

~~~~~~~

Your grip on his hand gets progressively tighter the closer you get to the venue. 

"Look at me?" He asks quietly, "It's going to be fine. They're going to love you. And god, you look gorgeous." You take the arm he offers at the start of the red carpet, you'd tried to skip it completely but you couldn't bear the thought of Roy having to do it alone. Photographers had also asked for Roy on his own but his response had been a very tame "No." Inside the venue, you spotted the only people you knew, the American coaches and Jamie both at opposite ends of the room. Once people noticed that Roy had not arrived alone, they seemed to all be looking at you at once. 

"Royo my man, why don't I escort your lovely date inside and get a table, seems the fellas need you and it might be a bit like throwing this poor young lady to the lions. Maybe give them a Kent word of warning before you introduce them?" Coach Lasso kindly offered you his arm and before leaving your side, Roy checked in with you. 

"Think I can cope with that." You smiled. 

"I'll bring you a drink back." He kissed you softly and walked over to the first group of young men you'd seen out on the pitch. A couple of them clapped him on the back in greeting, looking over at you and then back to him. You could see from his profile how much he smiled. Ted led you into the ballroom which was decorated to perfection. 

"This looks amazing." You breathe,

"It does, right? The boss likes to make it one of the best nights we have. She does a damn good job too."

"Wonder if I'll meet her," you muse.

"Oh you sure will, Faith Hill, she and our Roy are good friends so if he wants you to be meeting anyone tonight, it'll be her."

"Oh. Great," your smile falters just a little.

"She's an incredible woman. Lotta fences, but once you've hopped over those, it's like winning the Premier League. I'd imagine, anyway."

"Hopefully you'll get to find out. Only a couple of matches to go."

"That's right, Manchester next week and then West Ham." He's easy to talk to, friendly and sincere and he has you laughing so much you forget your unease. When Roy joins you with drinks, he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you in front of everyone, happy that you're happy. 

"Right, the boys are on their best behaviour if they talk to you."

"You didn't need to do that."

"I did, the dickheads would have been bloody asking for your life story. No filter on 'em. You been OK with Ted?"

"Totally fine, we've been talking about work."

"Boring."

"We're both at an impasse. I need something new, he's not sure what to do. It's all very dramatic," you drink your wine and look around the room at the assembled guests, "I didn't get through the two interviews from the other week." You admit.

"Shit babe, I'm sorry. They're missing out, it's their loss."

"Thank you. Feels like a ticking clock looming over me."

"We can figure it out. I can help." You know he doesn't just mean financially, emotionally too, but your mind is focused on the practical issues first. 

"I wouldn't want you to do that."

"I know. You might have to stop being so stubborn at least for a bit and actually accept help though." You run your fingers over his knuckles, his hand firmly in yours. 

"I know. I'll think about it when I have to though, ok?" He nods. "No more boring talk. Who you going to introduce me to?" You look around again, Ted is talking to Rebecca over by the bar. He's making her laugh. "Think anything is happening there yet?" You ask, leaning in to talk quietly. 

"Not yet, but I think she likes him too." You sigh,

"That's so cute. Look at how he looks at her."

"There is someone I want you to meet," he tells you, pulling you to your feet, "but only if you want to?" You laugh a little nervously. 

"It's Keeley, isn't it?" He kisses you and it’s just slightly over the line of publicly appropriate. 

"Only if you want to." He promises again. You might as well agree, it's easier to get it done sooner rather than later and every time you've looked at her she's been looking curiously at you. He leads you by the hand to where Keeley is sitting with Jamie and two other players. 

"This is Keeley, Colin, Isaac and you already know Jamie." You smile warmly at them all and they welcome you to their table. 

"I knew it!" Jamie grins, "you sly git, I knew something was going on the other week. Friends my arse! You look lovely, I like the Chelsea blue." He nudged Roy, clinking their beers together, you watched the smile bloom across Roy's face, it was infectious. 

"It's lovely to see him so happy. You look fantastic!" Keeley teases. 

"Makes our life easier too, y'know." Isaac laughed with Colin who readily agreed. 

"Alright, alright. I'm not that bad." He grumbles. Everyone around you falls silent but you truly can't help the giggle that bubbles up and out until you're laughing so hard you can't catch your breath. They watch you for a second before Jamie breaks first, followed by Keeley. Colin and Isaac soon relax and laugh too.

"Oh babe, I honestly say this out of love, you are though!" You laugh again. Next to you, Jamie stops laughing straight away. Roy looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Next round on me. Wanna help me Roy?" Jamie asks and gets up from the table, Roy's hand just squeezes yours before he gets up. On the stage, Rebecca is welcoming the gala guests. Keeley turns to you and you grimace at what you think she's about to say. 

"Don't worry, he just needs a minute to process that and wonder if you meant what he thinks you might mean. Better have an answer ready for later." She offers with a gentle smile. "So what do you do?" She's guiding you to a safe conversation topic but you're not quite sure why. Then it registers - your passing comment, her advice, and your eyes widen as you realise what you said, "I know. Spiral later, deep breath now." You try and relax, finishing your wine. 

"I'm a deputy Comms Director. Well, I was. I quit recently so I'm looking for something new."

"Oh wow, I love working with internal Comms, you guys know exactly what you want. Makes my job so much easier!" She laughs and pulls you into a deep discussion about external PR and internal department politics. You glance at Roy occasionally, meeting his eyes more than once. His face is impassive, unreadable. He still holds your hand, thumb resting on your pulse point while he's in his own conversation with Isaac. Your table is visited frequently by other guests and you get introduced to many other people as the evening draws on. At the auction, Roy looks relieved and nudges against you, 

"Thank fuck I don't get auctioned off anymore."

"Tell me about it, I couldn't afford you." You joke, brushing his lips in a brief kiss. 

~~~~~~~

Once the auction is over, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. You're maneuvering yourself in the cubicle when you hear the doors open. 

"You look cosy with Roy's new squeeze." You hear an elegant voice say. 

"She's so fucking cute, Rebecca. Honestly. I hope he's ready for her because she could be the best thing that's ever happened to him."

"OK, that's not what I expected to hear from you. Really?"

"Really. We're friends, really good friends and yes, I loved him so much. But I wasn't the right person at the right time. Maybe she is. As long as he doesn't cock it up."

"Maybe your time hasn't happened yet? What if it's still to come?"

"All respect, Rebecca, I think how Roy and I go our separate ways is not too tricky to work out. You and Ted however…" 

"There is no Ted and I."

"Exactly! That's my point, and my problem! You can't let him leave, babe!"

"I can't force him to stay either."

"Do you love him?" It's no good, you have to move. Doing so will make your presence known but you just have to suck it up. You emerge from the cubicle to see the two women sitting on a small sofa with a cocktail in hand. Keeley noticeably gasps so you hold your hands up in surrender. 

"I'm sorry, I wasn't eavesdropping, I promise. I didn't realise what a nightmare it was going to be to go for a piss in this dress, it's so fucking big and there's so much sodding material-"

"I'm sorry," Keeley starts, Rebecca is watching the two of you with interest.

"Oh don't be, god it could have been worse! You could have said I was a right bitch, or not good enough for him. Believe me, I'll take what you said no problem." She sighs with relief. 

"Thank fuck for that! Have you two met yet?"

"Not yet, you must be Roy's new girlfriend. Gorgeous dress." Rebecca reaches out to shake your hand. 

"Thank you. Not sure I deserve that title just yet, it's early days."

"You like him, don't you?"

"Like him? She might have just admitted in a very roundabout way that she loves him, Rebecca!" Keeley squealed.

"Well then the girlfriend title definitely fits"

"Stop deflecting Welton, I asked you a question." Keeley got back to business. "Do you love Ted?" She looks at you and you make to leave, 

"Don't mind me, I'll leave you both to it."

"Stay." She urges. "Yes, I think I am Keeley, and I don't know what to fucking do about it."

"Tell him!" You and Keeley both exclaim.

"You can't let him leave without telling him." You tell her. 

"She can't let him leave at all, he's brilliant." Rebecca seems ready to give up on the discussion.

"I'm not going to let you both gang up on me. You should know better," she points at Keeley, "and you, I hardly know. No offence." She points at you. She leaves the bathroom first while you and Keeley linger.

"So, what I said about my feelings for Roy? Totally true, we're friends. I'm getting closer to Jamie again, but I don't know what that really means. The only thing I don't know for sure, is how Roy feels. We've been split up for nearly a year, there's no reason he should shy away from anything with you. But his mind works in mysterious ways. You're better off talking to him. My advice is to be honest and open with him no matter how scary it is." She's taken your hands while she talks and when she's finished, she wraps her tiny arms around you. You're not tall but she's so petite it's comical. "So, we should go and fucking dance?" She gives you a wicked grin. "Maybe we'll get lucky and Ted and Rebecca will start something on the dancefloor. God, I'd pay good money to see those pair bang!"

Roy is looking out for you from across the room as you leave the bathroom, he gives you a little salute. 

"Keeley wants me to dance," you tell him, going for your drink. 

"Told you you'd get along." He leans down to kiss you. "I get one later though." You join Keeley and half the team on the dancefloor where you spend the majority of the rest of the night. As the evening winds down, Roy takes you into his arms where your stay for song after song. You notice Rebecca and Ted out of the corner of your eye dancing together and turn both you and Roy so he can also see. "Fucking idiot should tell her." He chuckles, holding you tighter. 

~~~~~~~

In the car on the way home, his hand finds its place on your thigh again. The quiet and the alcohol make you pensive, you're mulling over almost admitting that you love Roy, and Keeley's comment about making sure that he's moved on from her the same way she has from him.

"I'm sorry for saying what I did in front of everyone. It just fell out of my mouth, I didn't mean to ambush you with it." You start. He knows you're not done, you're worrying your bottom lip with your teeth, and you won't meet his eye. "Keeley's so beautiful, Roy. I mean, really so gorgeous." You'd never been one for comparing yourself to other women. You especially tried to avoid comparing yourself to the exes of someone new. You believed in the right person at the right time, and that exes helped shape a person. It had taken leaving Andy to help you regain who you were, for example, so like it or not - he had helped you become you. And so, you absolutely couldn't dislike Keeley, you knew that she'd helped Roy become this version of himself. She’d been so gracious, kind, and sweet during the evening, you’d had a lovely time. But that almost made it worse - comparing regular exes to footballers exes was like comparing apples and oranges. And try as you might, you weren't able to escape the fact that you were not a model. "I'm not her." You tell him, the worry evident in your voice. "What if she's the 'big love of your life’? I don't… I don't want to be a placeholder girlfriend. If you're not done with her, then I need to know." He didn't say anything for a long time, he keeps his hand on your leg while the car travels past the stadium and into his street. He thanks the driver, comes round to open your door and still hasn't said a word. He unlocks the front door and slips off his suit jacket before he turns to you. He takes your hand and guides you to sit you on the stairs and paces in front of you, rubbing his hand over his beard.

"If you'd asked me probably before Christmas, I think I would have said that I still had feelings for Keeley. But in the last six months, I've seen her change and I think I've changed too. Fuck it, I've tried to. I think it's crept up on me and I hadn't fucking realised it, but I am done with Keeley." He's still pacing methodically in front of you, making sure he says exactly what he wants to say, the way he wants to say it. "Properly done, I mean. I love having her as a friend, she's really good at that shit and I'd be lost without her. I could say the same about Jamie too but don't tell him, he's already a massive twat." He pauses to collect his thoughts. "She might have been the big love of my life… if my life had gone in a different direction. But it didn't. It's led me to you, and you could never be a placeholder girlfriend." It takes a couple of seconds but he kneels so that he's lower than eye level with you, leaning back on his heels. "I don't want you to be a placeholder girlfriend, I want you to be my fucking girlfriend, and I honestly say this out of love," you giggle through the tears that have started to fall, "you're a really good one." He leans up to kiss you. "Now please tell me that's the answer that covers all the shit that's been worrying you?" You kiss him back deeply, sliding forward on the step to bring your knees either side of him. 

"I think that covers it. God, I really fucking love you." His laugh is magical,

"Fucking love you too. I love Lexie. I love that you can't park for shit and you're late for everything, and that you made my mum like you within about 5 minutes. She didn't even like me within 5 minutes." You kiss him again as his hands open up the split of your dress and slide up your thighs. He brings you further forward on the step and brings your underwear down your legs. "I'd spend the rest of my life on my knees worshipping you, even if it kills my bad knee." You lean back on your elbows as he brings his mouth to you and you believe every word he says.

~~~~~~~

[noxturnalnymph]

Happy Ending [IV]

Masterlist (with all warnings)

A/N: tía - aunt, tío - uncle, primo - cousin, dios mío - my god, chulo - pimp, bonito - pretty (masculine), mala - bad, cariño - darling, guapo - handsome, mi amor - my love

🩷 🌅 🌴

He leans down and keeps his hands gripping your ass, picking you up and folding you over his right shoulder. As he carries you towards the back door of his villa he turns his face and lovingly nibbles at your outer thigh, where the slit on your dress has exposed your skin to him. He can hear your quiet laughter muffled into his back and can feel your arms roaming around his body, gabbing at his butt, thighs, stomach, and chest. Once inside he gently plops you down on his king-sized mattress and towers over you, taking in the sight of you.

He pulls your right foot against the center of his chest and unties your shoe, a nude-colored strappy thing, brushing off any sand left on it as he goes. He repeats the same treatment on your left leg as you pull the zipper down on the side of your dress. He watches you shimmy out of it, revealing soft, nude-colored underwear and a strapless bra. He sees your phone sticking out of your bra and smiles, reaching down to pull it out and setting it on the side table. He moves to lean over you and you put your foot back in the center of his chest, stopping him.

“Why are you still dressed? Gimme a show Panchito,” you giggle.

He rolls his eyes but obliges you, moving back to the foot of the bed and unbuttoning his shirt. You watch him, laying on your back, perched on your elbows, eyes roaming his body. Slower you command, and he unbuttons the last two buttons in slow motion. No, faster, you say louder, and he throws his head back in laughter, sliding the shirt off his tanned shoulders. He toes his shoes off as he undoes his fly, waggling his hips for you as he does, causing you to erupt with giggles. He lets his pants drop to the floor and he stands before you wearing only his underwear and socks. He puts his socked foot up on the edge of the bed to show you.

“Take those off,” you laugh. 

“You first,” he challenges.

The playfulness on your face slowly turns to desire. You sit up and reach your hands behind you, undoing your bra, and then you rip it off you, throwing it at him. He catches it but can’t take his eyes off you. He saw you in a bathing suit plenty of times but not since you were twenty, and even though he’s never seen you naked before he knows the scars, freckles, and wrinkles that dot your body now aren’t things he would have seen before. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

“Get over here,” you order. 

He tugs his socks off quickly and then gets on the mattress, crawling across the bed to hover over you. Shit, he’s just realized he didn’t pack any condoms. This was the last thing he was expecting to happen this weekend.

“I don’t have-”

“It’s okay,” you answer the question he didn’t ask. 

You put your hand on his cheek, running it backward and scratching your nails through his hair. He leans in to kiss you, moaning into your mouth, and you wrap your legs around his waist. You push on his shoulder and before he realizes what’s happening you’ve flipped him onto his back, on top of him now and straddling his hips. His hands immediately go to cup your breasts, palming the weight of them, thumbs caressing the soft underside of the roundness, and then joining the index finger in lightly pinching your nipples.

You throw your head back and groan, fuuuuuuuuuuck, put your palms down on his chest and begin to drag your core over his covered length. Holy shit you’re so fucking beautiful. He’s seen you with your eyes closed, chasing your own pleasure so many times… but it’s never been this hot. Goddamn you feel so fucking good. You’re pressing against him, rolling along his shaft, and he can feel a wetness in the fabric of his underwear - from you or himself he’s not sure. You’re breathing heavy and whimpering, the same noises he’s heard you make a thousand times. Fuck this is so- oh shit.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh SHIT, fuck, sh-,” he babbles as your movements above him stall. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, shit, I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

“Did you just?”

“I’m so-, fuck, I swear I’m better than this at sex, I just-... I-.”

You lean down and plant your mouth on his, effectively shutting him up. Oh god he feels like he might cry. You peck your lips all over his, cooing to him that it’s okay, brushing your fingers along his forehead and curling them in some of his hair. Your hips are lifted off his, sparing him the overstimulation, and he relishes the feeling of your warm chest pressed to his own. Once he stops trying to continuously apologize, you pull back and swing your legs off him, sliding to the edge of the bed and reaching for your dress.

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

He immediately goes into a panic, worried he’s disappointed yet another person, not sure if he’ll be able to bear it this time. You turn your body back towards him, a slight sadness on your face.

“I don’t want you to feel-”

“Please stay,” he says at the same time, grabbing your hand in his, unconcerned with how desperate he sounds.

“-obligated,” you finish your sentence quietly.

“It’s not obligation, but you deserve better than that.”

“Frankie,” you say his real name, shit, “it’s okay, I promise. You don’t owe me anything.”

“Baby,” he sighs, the nickname slipping out. “You deserve good things too.”

You let him pull you back to the center of the bed, let him gently nudge your shoulders down to lie back, let him slowly peel your underwear down your legs. When he takes his place between your spread thighs he doesn’t even think about how you looked in your video. How could he? He’s got the woman of his dreams here in front of him in the flesh, and he’s finally - finally - going to taste you.

He takes a moment to admire you, noticing you have hair trimmed on your mound in a triangle shape while the rest of you is bare. He lies down on his belly, pushes his hands under you to wrap around your spread legs and begins kissing the insides of your thighs, each placement of his lips agonizingly closer to your sex. He can hear you whining but he can also see how badly you want this. He brings his mouth to your lips; puffy with a shine of arousal, probably sensitive from anticipation. He kisses you up one side and down the other, listening to your keening take on an even more elevated pitch. Christ, he can fucking smell how badly you want this.

He begins to softly touch his tongue along your seam, letting you cant your hips and guide his movements. He watches you shudder when he flattens his tongue against you, moving his head back and forth over your sensitive bud. Your legs spread wider and you reach both hands between them, grabbing fistfulls of his hair and already beginning to fall apart. 

He lets you press his face deeper - pliable and happy to lap at you greedily - following your guidance to resume an up and down motion over your clit. He sets a steady pace, lets you control the pressure, and carefully watches your face. Your eyes are scrunched closed and your head begins to nod as he hears your painting turn to yesyesyesyesyesyesyes. He reaches his right hand up to grab at your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple, sending you screaming over the edge of your orgasm.

He gently licks and kisses all around you, as you twitch and squeeze his head with your thighs, recovering from your peak. He trails his mouth up your abdomen and over your breasts, nuzzling their roundness with his nose and teasing over your nipples with his tongue. You groan in pleasure under him, slowly dragging your nails across his scalp. Moving up your body he sucks tenderly at your neck and then meets your mouth, sliding his tongue past your lips and giving you the sweet taste of yourself.

“That was…” you trail off.

“The next one’s gonna be even better.”

“So, you think this is gonna happen again, huh?” you tease.

“Baby,” he slides his hand down your body and cups your center. “It’s gonna happen right now.”

He watches your eyes go wide as he bypasses your sensitive nub and slowly slides a finger into your hot, wet clutch. You grab his face and pull it back to yours, mashing your lips to his and letting out a long, muffled moan. You’re so open and wet from your release that his finger moves easily, so he pulls his hand back and adds a second finger, pushing them smoothly inside. He hears you react, keening and writhing under him, just like he always dreamed about. His palm presses against your core, giving you indirect stimulation on your clit as he starts to curl his fingers inwards, pressing against your inner wall.

He increases his speed and pressure, making bigger movements with his hands in response to your heightening reactions. He watches your body, the way your muscles undulate beneath your skin as you clench your jaw, the way your hands claw at his sides, the way your legs kick and your body jolts. He hears your breath hitching, your lips babbling words, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room. He slides a third finger in and you shove your face against his neck, crying out against him, your moist breaths rhythmically heating his skin. He continues to press the heel of his hand against your hooded bud, curling his fingers inside you while moving his arm up and down to press firmly against the spot inside of you that’s driving you wild.

“All right baby, all right baby,” he says against your temple. “Come on, now”

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.”

“Just let go baby,” he coos. “Come on. Come on.”

You finally let go, throwing your head back on the pillow and biting back your moan until you begin to feel the change. Just as he expected, a stream of warm liquid leaves you, and he hears you gasping above him, shocked but lost in the movement of his hands, working to coax more out of you. Holy shit, holy shit, he hears you murmuring, continuing to leak out over his hand, soaking his high thread-count sheets. He thinks - technically they’re your sheets - so no harm done. He slows down the movements of his hand and lets you catch your breath, kissing the side of your face and showering you with praise.

“You did so good baby, what a good job you did,” he whispers, and hears you let out a strangled sob. “You did so good for me, you’re so beautiful, look at you. So good.”

“That- …That’s-” you pant, struggling to catch your breath. “That’s never… never… happened to me before.”

“Did it feel good?”

“I think you know it did,” you pin him with a look. “Pancho Bonito.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him chest-to-chest, both of you opening your mouths and lazily exploring the other’s with your tongue. Your lips cover every inch of his face, your fingers brushing back the curls of hair that fell forward on his forehead. His tongue tastes every inch of your neck, thumbs swiping the tears that have spilled over the corners of your eyes. He rolls his body halfway on top of you and you pull your head back, looking shocked.

“What is going on down there, Mr. Morales?”

He chuckles. “That, my innocent little angel, is an erection. You see when a man and a woma-”

Your laughter interrupts him. “Yes, Francisco, I know what a boner is. But what are you - a forty one year old man who just came - doing with one?”

“I’ll tell you whose fault it is,” he leans his head down and envelops your nipple into his mouth, circles his tongue around the pebbled bud, and pulls his mouth off with a pop. “That gal right there.”

“My left tit?”

“Oh, not just her,” he says as he repeats the attention on your other breast. “They’re both guilty.”

You squeal as he flips you over to the drier side of the bed, moving to your ass and groping the rounded flesh in his hands. He leans down and bites one of your cheeks gently, smushing his nose against the swell and muttering this has been teasing me all night too into your damp skin. He slowly crawls up your body, placing more kisses and nips along your back as he goes, finding dimples and stretch marks and freckles to cast guilt upon as he goes, worshiping each before moving along to the next. 

When his head is just above yours, he presses himself down into you, sliding his cock along the crack of your ass, letting his pubic hair scratch at your soft skin. Your hair is still up - albeit far from the polished look you wore before- and he reaches down to brush the strands of loose hair off your neck and back from your face. He leans his face down and slowly rubs his trimmed stubble along your cheek, putting his mouth to your ear and giving it a lick with his tongue before touching his teeth to the lobe, carefully tugging it and eliciting more noises from you. 

“Those noises you make are the most guilty of them all,” he huffs in your ear. You respond with a whine. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this?” He licks the shell of your ear and kisses behind it. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of you under me like this?”

He presses his hips down, into your backside harder, and he watches you turn your face and moan into the pillow. He grabs your hair in a firm but gentle grip and turns your face back to the side.

“Baby, no. Please don’t keep those noises quiet.”

He moves back to his knees and pulls your hips up, your knees between his and your ass lifted in the air. Both hands move to your ass again and he firmly grips each cheek, clenching his teeth in a snarl.

“You better relax back there Panchito, or you’re gonna have another mess in your pants.”

Mala, he tuts as he slaps a hand on one of your cheeks, garnering a yelp and a chuckle from you. He soothes his hand over the mark and he watches goosebumps roll across your back.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he praises, maneuvering his sticky, come-filled underwear over his hips and down his legs, pulling them carefully off one leg and then the other. He takes his dick in his hand, lazily pumping it, staring at you open and exposed in front of him. You turn your face and it catches his eye, both of you making eye contact before he watches your eyes trail down his body and land on his cock. Your eyes get bigger and your face relaxes, your lips part and you huff out a breath.

“Jesus, fuck,” you groan. “Why is it so perfect?”

Your reaction has Frankie chuckling, but bury your face back in the pillow. He reaches forward with one hand and grips your hips, his other hand bringing his tip to notch at your entrance. He hears you moaning again into the pillow so he lightly slaps your ass in the same spot, and you turn your head to let him hear the end of it.

“You want this?”

“Yes. Frankie-,” you whine. “My Pancho… yes.”

Frankie pushes himself into your warmth, both of you making sounds of relief. Holy shit you feel so good. His hands gripping your hips, he thrusts slowly and shallowly, gradually working himself in. You’re still plenty lubricated but Frankie’s been told his dick is on the larger side of average, so he knows he has to ease his way in so the stretch isn’t overwhelming. He finally fits it all in, his pelvis coming to rest flush against your backside. He pauses and lets you adjust, noting your approval of his methods when he hears you simpering ohmygod it’s so big, fuuuuck.

You reach a hand back and put it over one of his hands on your hips and squeeze it, a signal for him to move. Steadily, he pulls out and pushes into you, listening to you, watching you, following your unspoken cues that he’s doing what you like. He wants to make sure you’re not in any discomfort, he wants you to feel as good as he does, he wants to give you everything he has. He begins to snap his hips harder, pressing deep into you, and you cry out. For half a second he’s worried that he hurt you but then he feels your hand snake between both of your legs and cup his balls, urging him on.

He snaps his hips shallowly, letting you tug on his balls, listening to the pounding sounds of you whimpering, hearing you getting wetter, and he’s grunting and growling above you, fingers digging bruises into the flesh at your hips. So fucking good he hears you keen and he knows he’s close, he hopes you are too. But he doesn’t want it like this, not for the first time. He stops his movements and pulls out, earning a loud nooo from you. He gently turns you over and moves between your spread thighs, pushing them apart and back into your chest.

“I need to see you,” he leans down and kisses you. “Need to see you come on my cock, baby.”

He slides his dick back in and you both cry out, resuming his pace as he snaps his hips into you. He’s pushing down on the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees back into your chest, and you bring your arms around them to hold them tight to you. This is the best sex he’s ever had. He leans over you and kisses wherever he can reach, feels his muscles burning with exertion, feels sweat dripping down his back, feels the clutch of your pussy gripping him tight. He slams himself deep into you, grinding himself onto your pussy, stimulating your clit with every thrust.

“Fuck, Frankie, fuck. I-, oh my god, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-.”

“That’s it baby, yes baby,” he encourages as he feels your pussy clamp and throb around him.

He leans back and watches you come undone again, continuing to fuck up into you even as you begin to squirt again, the liquid pouring out around his cock and spraying onto both of your legs. He slides his thumb up and down over your clit and watches another wave hit you, gasping and dripping and clenching. You’re so beautiful like this. He needs to come. He pumps himself into you again, hard, chasing his release. He hears you begging him to give it to you, to come inside you. Frankie can’t wait one more second. He manages to get a few more deep thrusts in before he stills, grunting loudly, his cock pulsing, rope after rope of his come painting your walls. He keeps groaning above you as he finishes coming, pulling out of you slowly, tapping himself down on your clit to watch you shiver beneath him, and looking at his spend slowly leaking out of you.

“You were right,” you exhale.

“I know,” he quips. “About what?”

You chuckle tiredly. Panchito. “You were right about being better at sex than that.”

He huffs a laugh in response as you both crawl out of bed, standing on shaky legs. You check your phone and then motion for him to follow you outside. 

---

Standing under the hot water of the outdoor shower, you both lean against each other for support, letting the warm water run rivulets down your sweat and come-soaked bodies. His hands roam over you, caressing and massaging all of the skin he touches. He kisses the top of your head and hears you sigh.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” he admits.

“Who, me?”

“No cariño, the other woman I just had mind-blowing sex with,” he teases as he pinches your ass.

You laugh. “What do you mean? Whatcha been thinkin’ about?”

“Well sometimes when I’m at the lowest points in my life I like to look back on some of the high points.” 

He’s thinking that he’s glad he doesn’t have to look you in the face when he says this but then you pull back and make him look at you, your big eyes looking straight into his soul.

“I’m a high point?”

“Oh, baby…” he pulls you back to his chest so he doesn’t get lost in your gaze. He lets a long pause go by, just the sounds of the water falling, the rhythmic waves against the shore, the breeze blowing through the trees, and your shared breaths. “I was basically in love with you back then.” Another long pause goes by and you groan into his chest.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” he shrugs.

You push back from him, separating your torsos but keeping his arms around you. You look wrecked.

“All I ever wanted to do was ruin our friendship,” you whine.

“What?”

“Pancho, I was fucking crazy about you, are you kidding me?”

“You-,” What? “No,” no, that can’t be. “But you were-,” way too good for him. “Since when?”

“Um, since the moment I tapped you on the shoulder and asked you to dance,” you say as if it's obvious.

“No, nonono, you told me your friend wanted to dance with me.” 

“Yeah I lied… I was the fuckin’ friend.”

“I-,” whatthefuck, “why didn’t you say anything?” Now he’s sure that he looks wrecked.

“I don’t know,” you say, worrying your teeth on your lower lip. “I’ve thought about that a lot over the years, even more over the last week,” you take a deep breath and exhale, tucking your face into his neck, kissing at the water droplets dripping down his skin there. “I thought you wouldn’t want someone like me, wouldn’t want to take home a girl like me to your mother. I’m not sure if it was immaturity or insecurity or a combination of the two.” He squeezes you tighter.

Not want ‘a girl like you’? You’re all he’s ever wanted. What difference would ‘a girl like you’ have made in his life? Maybe all the shit he’s still slogging through wouldn’t have even existed.

Eventually you let go of each other and stand next to each other beneath the twin shower heads. He leans his head forward, letting the water push his long hair over his forehead, dripping into his eyes and obscuring his view of you, which he can’t stop admiring. You take your hair down and hold your whole body under the rainfall showerhead, rubbing your hands along your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw, your neck, your arms. He watches you touch the path his mouth took along your body, tracing over your pebbled buds, dipping your fingers into your folds, sliding your palms over your ass. He watches the cascading water wash away any remaining traces of makeup, and sand, and Frankie.

When you come back in the room he immediately notices the bed is remade and all the clothes you stripped off each other are gone. What the fuck? He stops just inside the door and points, but before he can ask outloud you grab his hand and mumble Kiki, then pull him onto the fresh sheets with you.

“Still want me to stay?”

“Of course I do,” he whispers into the nape of your neck, pulling your warm, smooth body against his front.

[imjusthereforironwood]

Preparing for Promotion

Lieutenant General James Ironwood was pacing in his empty office, fiddling with his crimson red tie. The city lights bathed his office in blue, and night sky sparkled with starlight. Ordinarily, James may take a moment to appreciate the view, perhaps even look for his favorite constellations. But tonight, he was feeling stressed, his hands shaking a bit as he tried to make a Windsor knot. The movements of his prosthetic fingers were not as fluid as they normally were

I thought I stopped having these problems with my mechanical parts years ago. This is almost as bad as those first few weeks of recovery.

There was a certain level of irony to this situation. Ironwood could stare down and fight an Ursa Major one on one and not feel any stress, but put him on stage to formally accept his new position as General of the Atlesian Armed Forces and he was practically sweating bullets.

A light knock on his office broke him out of his headspace. Opening the door revealed...

"Hello, James," Ozpin said, leaning heavily on his cane. "May I come in?"

James blinked, and stood aside for the fellow Headmaster, allowing Oz to enter. He was dressed in a black suit with a charcoal vest beneath, completed with a forest green cravat and polished wingtip shoes.

"Of course...I must say I'm suprised you came all the way from Vale, Oz."

"Well, tonight is a special occasion," Ozpin said with a cryptic smile. "You don't mind if I bring along a plus one, do you?"

Before James could reply, a familiar sigh came from the doorway. Blonde hair tied back into a bun, analytical green eyes behind cat eyed glasses, and a stern expression. Yep, it was Headmistress of Beacon Academy, Glynda Goodwitch. She strutted in and closed the office door behind her.

She was wearing a sleek purple strapless dress, and had a small golden necklace around her neck, an old birthday gift from Ironwood.

"Honestly, James, we had to go through so much security just to speak with you," Glynda said with a scowl. "We were stopped four times, on top of going through a full search going through the checkpoint."

"Ah, it's good to see you, Glynda," James said, his shoulders a bit tensed up. "Glad you could make it. My apologies for the greeting, I would have come down to meet you myself if I had known."

Her sour expression softened a bit when she saw the bags under James's eyes, the stress apparent on his face, and how disheveled he appeared.

"You haven't been sleeping lately," she said, snapping her finger and using Telekinesis to fix James's tie and smooth out his hair. "Is it your prosthetics again?"

"I'm fine, it's fine," Ironwood stated, pacing a bit, his breathing becoming more rapid. "It just feels like...like we're being fought at every turn."

The Council is too caught up in pandering and racial politics to see the bigger picture, Jacques is making it exceedingly difficult to purchase Dust for the military, likely because I ordered investigations into misconduct in his mines. I know he's using faunas slave labor in his Mistral operations, but local authorities over there and his cronies here cover up the evidence. The White Fang has begun taking extreme measures, including the assassination of government officials. And then there's the matter of ... her."

As though Ozpin could read Ironwood's mind, he placed a surprisingly firm hand on the much taller Headmaster's shoulder.

"You are being fought, because the actions you are taking are important," Oz said with a wise smile. "You are a good man, James, and you have a conviction to do what's right, even at great sacrifice to yourself. But you need to remember that you're not alone."

"He's right," Glynda said, her hand on James's other shoulder. "You took on these positions because you wanted to protect your kingdom and all of Remnant. There will be protest because you're changing things, but you have more allies than you believe."

A small, grateful smile crossed James's face, and his breathing evened out again. He could carry on with the knowledge that he wasn't alone, that they could protect the world together.

Ozpin reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a silver pocket watch.

"You should probably head over, your promotion ceremony will begin soon," the old headmaster said with a smile.

"Do you have your speech prepared?" Glynda asked as she pushed her cat eyed glasses up, opening the office door with her Semblance.

"Of course I do," James said with a chuckle.

And it turned out to be a wonderful speech...with an extremely awkward outro.

[niaxbailey]

So that no one's grandma is quite clutching their pearls, Nia is wearing a matching baby pink strapless bathing suit top under this. With lots of cute pink heart-themed accessories, hair pins, and a pair of sunglasses to match. Her makeup is equally pink and glittery. When she's volunteering to help with vendors and things she'll have a cover or something on to pretend to be a little modest.

[deb-1106]

MC Madness

Okay, so I know that I’ve missed every deadline. 🙈  But the thing is...I started all of them!!!  LOL  I just have terrible follow-through.

So I combined weeks 2 and 3 (party prep and party time) into one mood board to try and get back on track.  I apologize profusely to @choicesmcmadness for completely flouting the rules, but here we are. 😋

I’m tagging my current tag list. ❤

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 RSVP

Who will be coming? 

Duchess Ava Matheson Walker

Where are they coming from? 

Ava is my MC from The Royal Romance series (and the Royal Heir, although I’d rather forget that travesty.🤮)

Are they going to be bringing a date to the party? 

Ava will be accompanied by her husband Drake Walker, The Duke of Valtoria.

MC Mixer - Week 2

PARTY PREP

What will your MC / OC and their date(s) be wearing?

Ava is generally a very down-to-earth girl who spends most days in yoga gear with her hair up in a messy bun as she chases around after her two small children.  However, she does LOVE to get fully glammed up for a special night out and even has a closet devoted entirely to her extensive collection of cocktail dresses and formal designer ball gowns.  For this occasion, Ava has chosen a strapless, feathered gown by Armani paired with Cartier chandelier earrings.

Drake will also be wearing Armani, simply because it’s what Ava laid out for him.  He doesn’t even grumble about it anymore, as he has placed this issue firmly into the “pick your battles” portion of their marriage.  But, much as he hates to admit it, he doesn’t mind dressing up as much as he once did.  With a woman like Ava on his arm, he had to up his fashion game, and there’s no denying he looks pretty damn good in a well-tailored suit.  

On important nights such as this, Drake will wear his father’s black Rolex, a gift from King Constantine for 10 years of loyal service to the crown.

Do they have any rituals or other things they must do or wear? 

If she has time, (and the kids are occupied) Ava likes to take a relaxing bubble bath to unwind and recharge before spending a long evening socializing. Because although she always seems like she’s having the time of her life at these events, she’s secretly counting the minutes until she and Drake can escape back to the peace and sanctity of their own home.  

If possible, (again, if the kids are otherwise occupied) Drake will join her in the bathtub, which is a date night “ritual” they both very much look forward to.  However, it inevitably prolongs the “getting ready” process quite a bit, so if they’re pressed for time, Drake will let Ava enjoy her bath in solitude while he takes his shower and shaves.

 Will they need a babysitter? 

Ava and Drake have two children, Emelia (4) and Jax (2), and are actively working on baby number three.  Their house manager/nanny, Agnes will be watching the children tonight.

How will they get there? Drake would always prefer to take his beloved Jeep, but some occasions call for something a little more elegant, so Drake will drive Ava’s Jaguar this evening.

MC Mixer - Week 3

When will they arrive? 

While they always strive for punctuality, more often than not they end up running a bit behind schedule.  Sometimes Ava’s hair and makeup will take longer than expected and occasionally their pre-party “bath time” will run long, but what usually holds them up is the process of extracting themselves from their children who have developed a nasty habit of clinging to their parents and screaming bloody murder when they try to leave the house without them.  (Surviving the toddler years is not for the faint of heart.) 

What are they drinking? 

Drake will drink whiskey, neat.  The better the bottle, the happier he’ll be.  

Ava loves a good espresso martini.  Coffee and Vodka ... is there anything better?  However, she’s learned that she can only have two before switching to water for a while because they kick her ass. 

What kind of party-goer are they? 

Ava used to love nothing more than a good party.  Very social and bubbly by nature, people have always been drawn to her and Ava thrived in the spotlight.  She could dance and drink and socialize with anyone and everyone until the sun came up and be ready to do it all again the next night. But now that she’s a wife and mother, her priorities have shifted and she finds that after a few hours partying, she’s more than ready to flee the commotion and head back home to spend some quiet time alone with Drake.  

On the other hand, Drake has gotten slightly more social in the last few years since marrying Ava and becoming Duke of Valtoria.   Yes, having his gorgeous wife on his arm soothes the sting of these social events, no question.  But he also found that the more time he spent among the aristocracy, the better he understood them.  

He’d misjudged them.  

The nobility weren’t simply the spoiled, vapid, and idle misanthropes who’d openly tormented him for most of his life, simply on the basis of his common birth.  No, they were so much more than that.  They were also insecure,  emotionally unstable, and deeply, DEEPLY unhappy.  Most lacked any kind of meaningful connection with another human being, so they used their money, social status, and worthless titles to shield themselves against the crushing loneliness that their privileged lives afforded them.

So no, he didn’t hate the nobles anymore.  He pitied them.

[itsdappleagain]

ALRIGHT EVERYBODY LETS GET GUSSIED UP FOR THE LUCKY CAT CAPER!!!!

this is SUCH a solid episode. i love this one as well- the outfits, the slapstick, the action. all really good!! alrighty

today's post title pictures are some of my own, from my trip to san fran a few years back!! I'll share some of my favs- I visited or photographed every major caper location on the trip!!

there's me in chinatown, the golden gate bridge, alcatrez, fisherman's wharf and the pier, and good old karl himself!

alrighty- enough pictures. sorry for the long intro! notes under the cut as always :)

YEAHHH THE FLASHBACK TO CARMEN'S FINAL,,, YEAH. i forgot the episode opened like this tbh. i know everyone and their mother has ALSO pointed out that this scene is bathed in red light so i will AGAIN not beat a dead horse but just yes. color theory <3

i love the tiny little oh shit moment on shadowsan's face. like he hadnt quite realized how good she was

GOD THIS GETS SO BRUTAL he's pawing her around like a cat with a pompom

YEAH THE WAY SHE JUST GETS. DESPERATE AS THE FIGHT GOES

her waking up from the nightmare with that culmination of stress. the timer going off correlating with the phone. still being half in the dream when she talks to player and then realizing when he starts talking to her...

this is such a human moment for carmen i love it so so much. she's failed. she is tired, having nightmares, maybe has a headache. she's making mistakes and she's a little bit out of it, she's stiff from sleeping....she's a PERSON and i LOVE IT SO MUCH

or in much less eloquent terms SLEEBY CARMEN <3333

i love the setup for next episode here. its not overbearing; it doesnt feel like a setup episode but it IS and it hints at shadowsan's true motives almost right off the bat

the sigh and "i don't know" is weirdly smooth animation i love it

that pickpocket is soo smooottthh

also i have to know what carmen was doing in san francisco the night before that a. gave her a headache when she woke up and b. made her so tired that she just dropped her pants on the floor and passed out. because it seems to me like carmen sandiego got drunk and had a great time last night.

also. she has just woken up and is picking an outfit for a NIGHTTIME CHARITY GALA. SHE SLEPT IN SO LATE HEHHSHAHJ their sleep schedules are all so bad

carmen looks great in that shot where she opens the curtains sorry not sorry

carmen's hotel is just outside the transamerica pyramid!

in fact it is quite reasonable to assume that she was staying at the hilton. i have solved the mystery that no one asked me to solve

karl <333

cable cars weren't running when i visited sf </3 i was heartbroken

FREE KARL

i dont know look at her reflection

carmens feet are shaped like shoes and i dont know how to feel about that. why is her heel a heel

this dress was the most spectacular thing they ever put her in and the amount of time she wore it was criminally short

they also should have put her in a white dress shirt more often??? hello??? i see it in the closet??? put her in a fucking suit once in a while....that waitress getup in tsonts was THE SHIT

SHE LOOKS STUNNIIINGGGGGGG IN THAT DRESS

i also love that she's thinking about zack for the car, then player for the stamp. her writing is so good this episode...at the start at least

ten million cents, she chuckles, as if the stamp wouldn't still be worth a hundred thousand dollars

i love how casually she is willing to spend 10 million VILEBucks

i love how they call her the generous lady in red too- like they arent expecting this room to be able to afford a ten million dollar stamp and BID on it

L O O K AT THAT DRESS GOD ITS SO GOOD. THE STRAPLESS THE CHOKER THE ELBOW GLOVES THE CLUTCH PURSE AUGHHH ITS SO GOOD I NEED TO SEE IT MORE

THE CONNECTOR IN THE BACK? THE FANCY COMM EARRINGS? CHEFS KISS

chase and carmen had the exact same smirk when they saw the other in the fog i know it

i love their dynamic actually they are so funny together. egypt in season 4 highlights it so well but also. like here. the teasing the banter chase taking everything way too seriously in comparison to carmen treating him like a joke

its close to the cigarette aesthetic, to be honest, and it does not cause lung cancer. so this tiny flashlight i salute you for being hot

CHASE AND JUST TRYING TO GRAB HER DSJHKJWGD

THE SHOE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY AJHKJDFH IT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME LAUGH

poor carmen running around barefoot in the fog now

juliump scare

they stick those where in the world/where on earth references in there every opportunity they can with chase <3

julia is so short wheeze

MIP MIP MIP

that is for sure a bun i am not sure how mime bomb's beret made that shape

this episode is just chase getting jumpscared

he shoes mb away like a stray cat wheeze

the signed/mimed description of carmen is so on point i love mime bomb

go shadowsan go. send tigress <333 i love that he knows carmen so well even now that he knows she would enjoy one-upping tigress on this again

the "betrayed us and took a new name" thing from brunt is. carmen is transgender and brunt is the phobic about it i dont know it reads heavily okay

maelstrom and his democracy

FINE FINE SEND WHOMEVER

brunt has the cleaners on telepathic speed dial damn

the absolute muscles of steel mime bomb must have to sit in midair like that holy fuck

vile's lucky cat. meow. cat girl hand

carmen trying to watch subtly and stay hidden. girlie those are your opposite of strongsuits. weaksuits

mime bomb moves so cartoonishly and i love that. yes this is a cartoon. but. he is more of a cartoon

the music timing with carmen's face as she realizes its a shop FULL of lucky cats is so good

ILL TAKE THE TCHOTCHKE

carmen needs to stop saying "or what? you'll (insert bad thing here)" because the person she's saying that too ALWAYS says "yes exactly that"

luck cat store owner voiced by julia's va beloved. deserved better. glad she got cash in the end even if carmen was an aloof little prick about it and didn't even apologize

WE HAVE OTHERS YOU KNOW im so sorry lucky cat shop lady you deserved better

bait and switch

"keep the change" okay you still destroyed a shitload of her beautiful statues and didn't even help her clean it up. didn't apologize or. look at her. but fine

mime bomb. thats it thats the post

see the comical shifty look around is so fucking funnyyy

MIME BOMB COULD NOT BE MORE SUSPICIOUS IF HE TRIED HE'S SO FUNNY

the running in place gag never gets old

HFDJSFGDS

carmen just being half surprised and half impressed that they arrested mime bomb. yeah

also her just standing blatantly on the rooftop and NO ONE notices her wheeze

JULIA LISTING OFF ALL OF HIS MISHAPS IS SO FUNNY

the graffiti just being giant x's and o's dhfjdasg

mime bomb. is skrunkly

chase thats how you get sued you have to list the miranda rights in murica

julia <333 yes. yes yes yes

i gotta know what mime bomb was signing that made chase interpret "an elephant giving you a pedicure while spreading cheese on a baguette on Bastille day"

julia immediately giving a perfect translation. they are so funny

the expressiveness of chase and mime bomb combined makes for some GOLDEN freeze frames

julia shielding her mouth the wrong way. good job girlie. you tried. he can still see everything youre saying though

chase's neck disconnects from his head!

considering chase and julia never showed any form of identification mime bomb could hypothetically press charges for kidnapping

MIME BOMB OFFERING THE FLOWER AND THEN CHUCKING IT WHEN TIGRESS GETS ANNOYED WITH HIM IS JUST. HIS ANIMATION AND CHARACTER ACTING ARE SO GOOD

all of 26 cents buys mime bomb out

i like julia's little lean on the wharf railing. she's usually just sitting or standing up straight its cool to see her do something

this chase scene is so goood

btw unrelated but this girl is my favorite background extra?? they use her in a TON of bg scenes so. pointing her out to you so that you will notice her forever in other scenes

poor chase. his poor coat. his voice is screaming I LOVED THAT COAT from the future

hehheshgdh carmen is so frustrated that it happened AGAIN with tigress and the stupid thing in the pocket wheeze

HES SO HEARTBROKENKDJSDGFDSG

THE LAMP POST TRANSITIONS BETWEEN EVERYONE RUNNING ARE MY FAAAVORITE I LOVE THOSE

SHE JUST DUMPS THAT GUY OUT OF THE CAR LMAOO

zack using a lil racing metaphor!!! because!! yeah!!!!

this chase scene is so fucking good with all the cars GOD the music and driving through san francisco and everything AUGH

what if the car had just hit chase and he went flying

THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I AM NOT INVITING YOU ALONG! I CANNOT BE SLOWED DOWN BY "CAUTION WORDS"

chase is so funny he really sets himself up to fail

i feel bad for julia in this one though. you can see the buildup to next episode when she finally yells at him. shes fucking tired of this shit and yes she should be

carmen is your mom when you go 5 miles above the speed limit

she's one to talk, obviously, seeing as one of the first things she ever did in zack and ivy's presence was run a red light, almost cause an accident, and then fly into an open construction pit, ruining the car she stole from them

the concern in carmen's voice as she attempts to get zack to not crash into a building in an attempt to go up the wall

PLS CARMEN JUST GOES FLYING WHEN THEY GO OVER THOSE HILLS

the little sideyes the other two faculty give when shadowsan and brunt are squabbling shdshgfsdgh

i got to bike across the golden gate bridge it was super cool

THE WOMAN BEAMS HERSELF FROM A FOUNTAIN PEN, SHE CAN DO ANYTHING. well its some kind of respect women juice. maybe not the right kind though

the terror in julia's tone after watching chase not look at the road for a solid minute

annnnd there he goes

julia being done with his shit is so funny i love her

go sheena. scaling the whole ass bridge with her fingertips alone

carmen again sacrificing politeness and basic human decency for a quip </3 oh well

i love that cs color theory post thats like. the golden gate bridge is the epicenter of carmen's power and tigress was a fool for challenging her there

wow look its carmen becoming distracted and disadvantaged by valuable objects people throw at her again

not sheena showing carmen where she put the stamp too. nice job tigress

this showdown is pretty cool

carmen is SO efficient about it she just slides and boom its over. AND she steals the phone

she does look pretty awesome holding the stamp with two fingers though. god

STEALING THE PHONE WAS SUCH A POWER MOVE I LOVE THAT

plus she outed him in front off the whole faculty which is only funny if you dont know what happens next lmaoo

stamp of approval. laugh

tigress just sadly sitting there is also very funny

AND JULIA DRAGGING CHASE OUT OF THE WATERNDSDV

HERE WE GO TRANSITION SENTENCEEE

GO GET HIM!!!!!

WOW i can't believe this Saturday is already going to be the season finale. I LOVE the french connections caper so I am VERY excited for the next episode!! hopefully I won't get so far behind this time. to be fair I was doing state testing and presentations and shit but hopefully the worst of that is over.

alrighty- until next time for the chase dies and then carmen dies caper!!

[kristannafever]

A Sky Full of Sun - 4

Kristanna Modern au Rated: M WC: 1706

Chapter Index

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Anna was tickled pink that Kristoff seemed happy to go along with her suggestions.  Eating breakfast by the ocean was absolutely amazing, and the cab driver had taken them to a large grocery store in Zihuantanejo where they stocked up on all kinds of food, snacks and drinks.  It took them several trips to get everything upstairs and when it was all put away, they were set for days without needing to go for supplies.

After changing into a bathing suit, opting for the strapless one piece so that she wouldn’t get too many tan lines, Anna found Kristoff in the main area and they repeated the actions of the day before, spraying each other’s backs with sunscreen before heading down to the pools.

Anna noticed that the large group of women were at the adult pool this time, and she had a sinking feeling that Kristoff might suggest they swim there, but he didn’t.  He didn’t even say anything, he just went to the big pool.  They found two lounge chairs in roughly the same spot as the day before, and got into the water and resumed people watching from the edge.  Anna was racking her brain to try and start up a conversation when Kristoff got the jump and did it for her.

“So have you ever been to Mexico before?”

Anna shook her head. “No, never.  How about you?”

He shook his head eyes still gazing at the ocean.  “Nope. First time for me too.  So far, it’s amazing.  I would definitely come back here.”

“Me too,” Anna said. “I like this place, it’s, Oh! Kristoff, look!”  Anna pointed.

He followed where she was looking at saw a group of dolphins jumping.  

“Wow,” she breathed. She’d never seen anything like them in real life before.   Movies and television were one thing, to see them with her own eyes, jumping so playfully in and out of the ocean, was incredible.

“Aren’t they wonderful?”

He turned to her and smiled. “They are indeed.”

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After the dolphins moved on, Kristoff and Anna resumed their conversation, which turned into Kristoff asking Anna how much Spanish she knew and asking him to teach her some.  She knew only the basics but she was delighted to share then with him.  And hearing Kristoff repeat it all back to her was wonderful.  He had a natural talent for rolling his r’s which she had always found incredibly sexy, especially on him.

She would have loved to keep at it but wasn’t long before Anna’s stomach started to growl and Kristoff told her he was hungry too.  They agreed to grab a bite of lunch at the Palapa Bar and go back in the water after.

They got out of the pool and walked towards their lounge chairs.  Anna noticed the one woman right away as she was walking up the stairs from the bathrooms that were under the bar.  As soon as she saw Kristoff emerging from the pool, she stopped dead in her tracks a moment before she grinned and hurried into the Palapa Bar where her friends were sitting.  All their heads turned then his way.

Kristoff was oblivious, he went to his chair and toweled off before slipping a white t-shirt on. Suddenly feeling a little self conscious with that large table of women staring their direction, Anna grabbed her bathing suit cover from her beach bag and slipped it on, then followed Kristoff to the bar.

The women were all staring at him and not being subtle about it either.  Kristoff didn’t even so much as glance their way.

“Hola, José.”

“Hola, mister Kris,” José answered, remembering him from their conversation the day before. “Dos Dos Equis?”

Kristoff nodded.  “Si, gracias.  And can we get a menu please? I mean, por favor?”

He flashed Anna a smile at remembering what she had taught him and she smiled back even though her mind was distracted.

José handed them a laminated piece of paper and set two beers on the bar ledge for them.

The Palapa was pretty small, only about eight tables were inside, and of the two only empty tables available, one was right beside the large table of ladies and the other was about as far away as you could get in the small area.  Anna could not help but feel a sense of relief when Kristoff headed to the latter.

They sipped their beers and Kristoff went back to the bar to order them fries and taquitos to share. Anna was trying her best not to look over at the women and simply enjoy spending time with Kristoff, when he excused himself to use the washroom.  One of the ladies immediately got up and headed straight for Anna as soon as he was gone.

She stopped by the table and looked blatantly down at Anna’s hand to see if there was a ring.  No doubt she’d already done the same to Kristoff.

“Hey, that guy you’re with, are you two together, or something?”

Anna tried not to frown. The woman was tall and gorgeous.  Almost every fiber of her being wished in that moment that she could say yes.

“No, we’re just… friends.”

“Thanks.” The woman grinned at her and went back to her table.  The group burst out into fits of giggles when she whispered something as she sat down.

What the hell were they laughing at?  Her? Probably.  Anna suddenly felt dejected.  She knew better than to worry about what a bunch of strangers thought of her, but this was something about her and Kristoff and she was apparently acutely sensitive about that now.  It had to be because she really liked him and the more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to be with him.

He came back, table of eyes still following his every more, and Anna did her best to smile and then excused herself to the washrooms to gather her thoughts since she suddenly felt like crying.  She didn’t have to look back to know that he was going to be approached by that woman as soon as Anna was out of sight.  

After using the washroom, Anna washed her hands and splashed some water on her face.  The urge to cry was gone, but there was a sadness in her heart. She had half a mind to just tell Kristoff she didn’t feel well and just shut herself up in her room for the rest of the day, however,o they had some food coming and she really was hungry.  Not to mention she truly didn’t want to lie to him.

Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, she ascended the stairs back to the Palapa. Unsurprisingly, the woman who’d approached her was sitting at the table with Kristoff, in Anna’s seat no less. Anna placed a fake smile on her face and trudged forward.

Kristoff immediately locked eyes with her as she walked up into the bar, like he was already looking for her, then turned back to the woman.  

“Well, nice talking with you, but my friend is back now.”

Anna heard him as she approached and couldn’t help but feel giddy at the polite but clearly dismissive way that Kristoff had said that to her.

“Maybe I’ll see you around then,” she said as she stood, giving him her best ‘fuck me’ expression.

Kristoff didn’t even acknowledge her, wasn’t even looking at her, he was looking at Anna.  In turn Anna kept looking back at him as the woman brushed by her, gathered her friends and headed back to the adult only pool.

“What was that about?” Anna couldn’t help but ask him when they were gone.

“Oh, she was hitting on me,” he said matter-of-factly.  “Asked me if I would take her to dinner tonight.”

“And you said no?”

Kristoff’s eyebrows wrinkled as he gave her a bit of a funny look.  “Yeah, of course.  I don’t know her.”

Anna’s fought hard not to smile, feeling fluttery and tingly and excited and hopeful.  

*******

Kristoff stifled a yawn as he looked down at his phone.  

How are you feeling, buddy?  

Text bubbles appeared and Sven was quick with his response.

Like death warmed over.  But at least I’m done puking and shitting.  Evacuation complete LOL

 Well, that’s something

 How’s to Condo?  

You making nice with Anna?

 Condo is beautiful.  Yes Anna and I are getting along just fine

 Are you now?

 Kristoff ignored the comment.

                       I hear you’re coming down on Wednesday

 Can’t wait dude

Wish we had made it down there with you guys

 Well 10 days is better than nothing

 You better have a cold one waiting for me when I get there

                         You bet

 Kristoff slid his phone back in his pocket as he stood up and went to the deck.  He marvelled again at the view.  Anna had talked about staying in and cooking a meal after watching the sunset and that suited him just fine.

He thought back to the woman who had approached him in the Palapa.  She wasn’t rude, but her arrogance was immediately off-putting. Not to mention he was developing one hell of a crush on Anna.  

When she came out of her bedroom after her shower she was in a similar dress as the night before, only this one was black.  Simple and elegant, just like her, and she looked amazing.  He had a hard time keeping his eyes on the setting sun and not on her.

They had a great time talking while they made dinner.  Salad, rice and fried shrimp had never tasted so good.  Afterward they went through all the games and decided to play Cribbage. The rum and cokes they made for the game turned into two, then three, then neither of them could remember what number drink they were on and they giggled about embarrassing stories from their youth.

When they finally turned in, Kristoff was pretty drunk and he knew Anna was hammered.  He hoped she would sleep well and didn’t wake up with too much of a headache in the morning.  He flopped onto the bed with all his clothes on.  As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

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[tea-with-evan-and-me]

We're vacationing at a resort in a beautiful hotel. The room is so big it has beautiful wood pillars holding up the structure in the living area. It's like a massive condo in the middle of cabo. I'm in a bikini and Evan is in black swim shorts. We come in from a beautiful and relaxing day in the sun on the beach.

Evan has been eyeing me all day. My bathing suit top is strapless with ruffles on the cups and the bottoms are skimpy. They are bright pink. He takes his towel and ruffs his long hair up and walks towards me. He puts his hand around my waist and pulls me in for a kiss. It's soft at first. A little more aggressive once he gets a taste.

I ask if he's hungry and he says yes but not for food. A devilish smirk on his face. I say what a coincidence. Me too. I snap my light colored eyes up at him and he gives me an incredibly hot look. Smoldering.

He asks me why I'm so beautiful and I reply-I dont know. Why are YOU so beautiful.

I go into the bedroom for a minute and he pouts. Please don't change your clothes he says.

I walk back out still in my bathing suit. But I'm holding a blindfold in my hand.

What's that for? He says

Well, it's a blindfold, but I can also use it to tie your hands behind your back. It's your choice. Which one?

He just stares at me. A bit confused. A bit bemused.

Tie me up. He says.

He takes my hand and starts to lead me to the bedroom.

No,no,no sir. I stop him. Against the pillar. Pointing to the shiny wood structure. I'm sure you've had plenty of orgasms standing up. The gravity makes it feel so much better. Almost too good. I say seductively.

He's not wearing a shirt and I see his nipples are hard and he has goosebumps. I look down lower and see he's also sporting a nice erection. His bathing shorts are a soft fabric so it's kinda falling forward and poking out at an odd spot. He looks at me and groans when he sees me biting my lower lip.

I start walking towards him slowly and he starts backing up. Until he backs up into the pillar. I ask if he's ready for me to tie him up and he nods yes. I tie his hands behind the pillar. Tight enough so he can't move. I ask him if it's too tight and he says no.

W-What's the plan? He says nervously.

Well Im gonna make you feel good, my love. I reply sweetly. My eyes are feral.

I turn my back to him and I start rubbing my body on his. I can feel his muscles stiffen. I can feel something else stuffing slightly more. I do a light lap kinda dance for him. Sticking my ass out and rubbing it in his crotch area. He moans.

Oh, shit I don't know if I can take this. I'm so turned on. He says kinda breathless.

I turn around to face him. Relax I say. I kiss him and then I flick my tongue in an upward motion over his upper lip. He moves his head to kiss me and I pull away quickly. Teasingly.

Touch me please. He begs. Please. He says again.

I pull his shorts out until his erection flops against his groin and then I let the elastic snap softly back against it. Exposing just the tip above his band. I run my hand up the shaft letting the drawstrings gather in my fingers and my thumb meets the head. I rub it softly. He moans.

Oh Christ. More than that he chuckles and almost maniacal laugh.

I get on my knees and my lips make contact with the head still poking out. I rotate sucking, licking and just making my lips go wild over the tip. I lap up precum like I'm a buffet. He's breathing heavy. Sucking air in between his teeth. Trying to shift his weight.

I pull down his shirt a bit more and start kissing his shaft right under the head. Then flicking my tongue so softly.

Please do more. I want more. Please. Oh, please. This man is begging me.

I let his shorts drop. He's so hard and he's a raging deep purple. I lick down his shaft and he moans so loud I think our neighbors can hear it.

Put. It. In. Your. Mouth. He says thru clenched teeth.

Getting demanding are we? I says coyly.

He starts trying to thrust at my mouth. I just stick my tongue out so he meets the tip of it over and over.

Goddamn it. Frustrated.

I finally decided to be nice. So I take my hand and pull his cock out a bit and I suck it into my mouth. He growls. It's sexy as fuck.

I start to move my head in rhythmic bobbs and he starts groaning. It sounds like the walls are gonna give in there so much groaning.

Faster!! Goddamn I want to touch you. Let me touch you please

Nope. Sorry.

He starts thrusting his hips and fucking my mouth. I pull out and tell him to behave or I'm gonna stop.

He pouts and a sad groan leaves his lips. But I starts slowly bobbing my head again and he screams faster!! Again. This time I do. I go faster. But my mouth gets sloppy with fatigue and this time when he starts thrusting I let him.

Ahhhh fuck. Oh shit get ready he cries.

Animal sounds are escaping his throat. He's crying up into the air. Howling. He's thrusting and I'm bobbing simultaneously. I'm groaning and the vibration is sending shocks through him. I can feel him respond to it. I'm swallowing his silky white cum. He ends his orgasm with a soft high pitched yelp. And sighs softly. Eyes closed. Head resting against the pillar.

I stand up and I ask....so what do you think about that? Wiping my mouth

With one eyebrow raised he says I think I said I was hungry too.

[edgessunflower]

Chapter 11

Beach proposal

You felt refreshed after having your hair done loving the new mint green color smiling at an in awe Eleni who went to the hair salon with you enjoying the tv and playing with the shop owner's son who was the same age as her as the two of you talked until you left. You and eleni pack the rest of the things for your family trip to the beach smiling when Chyna and Eddie walk in the front door after training for the day showering and taking the bags to the car eating together before loading up and leaving joking around and listening to music during the drive smiling at eleni who fell asleep into the first two hours of the drive waking up for the last 30 minutes before pulling in, unpacking inside the rental house, and head down to the beach after changing making eddie and chyna's hearts swoon seeing you in a pink strapless beach dress while Eddie wore a tank top and shorts and chyna wore a tube and shorts while eleni wore a bathing suit under her shorts and shirt not noticing eddie running back to the house to grab something while chyna holds two seashells handing them to eddie when he came back after she carefully popped them open not knowing the plan the two had and secretly got eleni to be in to distract you until they gave her a cookie knowing it was time for the plan to be set in motion. You walk along the beach with chyna occasionally watching eddie and leni play together before sharing a sweet kiss with chyna feeling your heart swell at the gentle touches until she and eddie got down on one knee tears brimming in your eyes "We love you so much and the past two years have been the most wonderful times together and they've only gotten better despite the rough times and ever since leni has come to our lives, will you marry us?" you nod saying yes seeing the ring they held between their intertwined hands inside a seashell sharing two tender kisses as leni cheers enveloping each other in a group hug before spending the rest of the day on the beach calling your friends about the news and visiting your families with the news everyone absolutely overjoyed with the news of the engagement happy of what is coming up for your lives together.

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How to Choose Wedding Lingerie That Fits Perfectly Under Your Dress

Selecting the right wedding lingerie is as essential as choosing your dream wedding dress. The right pieces provide support, enhance your silhouette, and ensure you feel confident and comfortable on your big day. With so many options available, finding lingerie that fits perfectly under your dress requires careful consideration. Here’s a guide to help you make the perfect choice.

1. Match the Lingerie to Your Dress Style

The first step in choosing your wedding lingerie is considering your dress style. For strapless gowns, a strapless bra or corset provides the necessary support while remaining invisible. Dresses with plunging necklines work well with deep plunge bras, while backless dresses call for adhesive bras or low-back bustiers. Ensure your lingerie enhances the natural lines of your dress rather than interrupting them.

2. Prioritize Comfort

Your wedding day will likely be long, so comfort is key. Choose lingerie made from breathable fabrics like silk or soft lace to avoid irritation. Seamless designs are ideal for form-fitting dresses, as they minimize visible lines. While style is important, comfort should never be compromised—especially on such a significant day.

3. Invest in Shapewear for a Flawless Silhouette

Shapewear can be a bride’s best friend for achieving a sleek, polished look. High-waisted shorts, bodysuits, or control slips can smooth and contour your figure without feeling restrictive. Choose shapewear that targets areas you want to accentuate or smooth out, ensuring it’s the right fit to avoid discomfort.

4. Consider Multi-Purpose Lingerie

Versatility is a bonus when selecting wedding lingerie. Convertible bras with adjustable straps work for a variety of dress styles, while lingerie sets that include removable garters or detachable straps allow you to adapt your look throughout the day. After the ceremony, you can even switch to something more playful for the evening.

5. Don’t Forget to Coordinate with Your Honeymoon Wardrobe

When selecting lingerie, think beyond the wedding day. Choose pieces that transition well into your honeymoon wardrobe. For instance, bridal sets can pair beautifully with the best bathing suits for poolside relaxation or romantic evenings. Versatile lingerie ensures you get the most value out of your investment.

6. Schedule a Fitting

A professional fitting is crucial for ensuring your lingerie fits perfectly. Many brides overlook this step, but well-fitted lingerie not only feels more comfortable but also provides better support. Try on your lingerie with your wedding dress to confirm that everything stays hidden and enhances your silhouette.

Choosing the perfect wedding lingerie is about striking a balance between beauty, comfort, and practicality. By considering your dress style, prioritizing comfort, and investing in versatile pieces, you can ensure that your lingerie complements both your outfit and your confidence. Whether it’s a structured corset or delicate lace set, your choice will help you feel radiant on your special day. And remember, a well-thought-out selection might even complement the best bathing suits for your honeymoon, making your bridal lingerie a versatile and cherished part of your wardrobe.

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Charlize Theron Heats Up Mexican Beach Ahead of New Year's Eve

Charlize Theron is heating things up down in Mexico ahead of the New Year … enjoying some fun in the sun in a jaw-dropping black swimsuit. Check it out … the actress looked practically ageless as she donned a strapless one-piece bathing suit… from TMZ.com https://www.tmz.com/2024/12/30/charlize-theron-heats-up-mexican-beach-ahead-of-new-years-eve/

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Charlize Theron Heats Up Mexican Beach Ahead of New Year's Eve

Charlize Theron is heating things up down in Mexico ahead of the New Year ... enjoying some fun in the sun in a jaw-dropping black swimsuit. Check it out ... the actress looked practically ageless as she donned a strapless one-piece bathing suit… via https://ift.tt/mczr2PB