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[r4spb3rr13s]

“what? surprised i’m smarter than you, bakugou?”

katsuki doesn’t have an answer.

the first day he saw you, you were striding past him towards the dorm room right next to his with mina hanging off your arm. you had thick sunglasses pushing your hair back, chunky gold hoops dangling from your lobes and a big, playboy bunny necklace resting between your tits.

he had to hold in the aggressive eye-roll when you introduced yourself to him with a sly grin. your lips were glittery, baby pink and looked soft- no, they didn’t, what?

he’d stared at your hand and went into his room without a word.

his night was spent listening to you and mina blast someone called ‘ayesha erotica’. he’d never wanted to blow someone’s speakers up more.

it unfortunately wasn’t the last he’d seen of you- no, you decided to start popping up everywhere. it’s almost like you were trying to get on his nerves. that’s how katsuki felt anyways.

he would be leaving his lecture, and you were strutting past in the denim shorts held around your hips with a chunky belt. your belly ring glinted in the sun, and the click clack of your heeled boots made the zip of your ‘juicy’ hoodie slip down with every step.

he hated to say it, but he froze in the doorway and watched the entire way you walked.

then he snapped himself out of it and hurried away like an embarrassed schoolgirl.

but then it happened again- this time, you were in flared leggings and a tube top, platform sandals showing off your painted toes - katsuki noticed they matched your nails.

you’d been talking to mina, and noticed him staring, so you waggled your fingers at him.

he flipped you off.

it was the start to a beautiful friendship, historians would say.

when the pink girl brought you to one of their parties, katsuki dropped his head into his hands and tried his best not to groan. you, with your dumb smile, stood in a tiny halter-neck dress.

your smile didn’t bother katsuki the most that night, though - it was more the fact hanta and denki had taken it upon themselves to sandwich you in between them.

but he watched you- you with your big, wide eyes, your stupid giggles and you slapping their chests and telling them to ‘stooooppp!’

it really pissed him off.

how could you be so dumb? it was obvious what they were doing, and everyone knew they were fucking whores-

why was he so mad?

he shut himself in his room for a week after that.

so when he saw you and mina stood outside your professor’s office holding pieces of paper, katsuki didn’t know what to think.

oh god, what if you started crying at your grade? fuck- he just needed to walk away and avoid your blubbering-

“bakugou!! come look at y/n’s essay!” mina yelled.

his shoulders dropped, and he prepared himself to pretend to be nice - it took so much energy to pretend to be nice for katsuki!

but still, he didn’t want to make your brows furrow, or eyes fill with tears. he didn’t fucking know why. he just didn’t, okay?

so he trudges over… and you’re grinning, from ear to ear. you’re in your typical attire - a tiny cami holding you in and a zebra print skirt cutting off way too high to be deemed appropriate for school.

he wasn’t really complaining though, because every flash of skin made his heart punch his chest.

you thrust the paper into his hands, and he grunts, giving you a little glare.

you stick your tongue out at him, but he starts to read.

and… it’s amazing?

it’s well written, the paragraphs flow, your topic is so interesting and something katsuki would have never even begun to think about-

and as he reaches the last page, he looks at the mark in red pen.

100/100.

his jaw drops, and it must have been obvious because you let out a snort.

“what? surprised i’m smarter than you, bakugou?”

and dumbly, he nods.

then he looks up and sees your frown. then he realises he nodded. then mina clears her throat.

“why are you surprised?”

he looks away and gives you your paper back. it’s obvious, really- but he can’t say that. it’s so douche-y… but he has been being a douche.

he dares to look back at you, and when he does, his heart plummets to his feet.

you’re stood with a hand on your hip, brow raised. you’re smart, beautiful and you have an attitude… katsuki stands there trying to piece it together.

you scoff and push the paper to his chest, “keep it. maybe you can learn a thing or two from it, katsuki.”

oh fuck.

he has a crush on you?

[honeytonedhottie]

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE july edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the july catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

in this addition i've experimented with new sections (like the horoscope section) so i hope that u guys look forward to it and if u have any more suggestions for the magazine feel free to share and without further ado, lets get into it with some beauty talk…💬🎀

BEAUTY SHOPPING LIST ;

♡ kiko milano lipgloss

♡ L.A girl glitter spray

♡ cotton candy baby lipgloss from victorias secret

i've gone for more tubes of cotton candy baby because its just SUCH a good lipgloss but i recently lost mine and its been on my list to get next time i go to the mall…💬🎀

♡ crispy marshmallow bars body wash from philosophy

ugh just the NAME of this soap sounds absolutely delicious and im dying to try it out. im a big fan of the philosophy body washes anyways because of the quality and scents…💬🎀

♡ coconut craze lipgloss from victorias secret

♡ pink mimosa lipgloss from victorias secret

another thing that i wanted to talk about in this months beauty column is the DIFFERENCE that blush placement makes. so i was scrolling on pinterest when i came across this chart that talked about blush placement.

when you apply blush a certain way it balances out ur beautiful features and plays around with proportions in such a way that can make ur features more prominent. also the way that u apply ur blush totally changes the way that ur makeup looks.

for example when u apply blush to the apples of ur cheeks it gives a more youthful and glowy effect. when u put blush high on ur cheekbones it gives a more lifted and sculpted look which is where the blush chart comes in. depending on ur face shape u can determine which style of blush placement complements ur pretty face the best 💗

WHAT R WE LISTENING TO? ;

the most listened to album i've listened to all month has been butterfly by mariah carey. it was released in 1997 and every single song on that album is a total MASTER PIECE. some of my favorites include

♡ honey (DUH)

♡ babydoll

however that album is from 1997 so lets talk about some new music that i LOVED that also dropped this month…💬🎀

♡ brat- charli xcx

♡ muse - jimin

another album that has been gathering lots of attention on lots of social media platforms is ice spice's Y2K album and i've seen a lot of mixed reviews about it. personally im not a fan of the album, my favorite song on the album is did it first but im not a fan of the album as a whole. im curious though to hear what your thoughts on the album are…💬🎀

FASHION FLOPS VS FASHION BOPS ;

in this column, lets look at some old and new fashion trends and see which trends are flops and which ones are bops. my sources include vogue, and glamour magazine…💬🎀

according to vogue, statement gowns are OUT and discreet chics are IN. discreet chic is mixing basics in minimalist yet compelling ways. this includes things like trench coats, pencil skirts, trouser suits and good jeans.

according to glamour magazine, crisp whites and butter yellows are trending this summer. along with sequins and basics like denim pants and white t-shirts, polished kitten heels and mary jane flats also. the styles that are trending for this summer are boho 3.0 and little white dresses.

something i can DEF get behind is little white dresses. its like a blank canvas on which u can make the outfit into whatever you want. personally i would style a tiny white dress with chunky bracelets and wedges/kitten heels…💬🎀

LETS TALK MANIFESTATION ;

manifestation techniques are overrated - all you have to do to manifest is affirm -> persist. thats essentially all you have to do and when i first started i was so caught up in techniques and routines that i wasn't even affirming/persisting. i was doing anything and everything and i saw manifestation as a process and manifestation is NOT a process. when i shifted that and realized that manifesting is instant and all techniques are for funsies, the pressure was taken off.

this is an excerpt from my manifestation opinions post and i've released this poll to talk about what manifestation topic you guys would like me to talk about and the winner was saturation so lets talk about it. so what does it mean to saturate? i got this question a while ago in my inbox so im just gonna copy and paste my response.

saturating is simply soaking ur mind in the fact that u already have what u want. i do this with affirming, some people do other things to saturate but affirming is the most simple for me. just think as if u have it over and over and over again…💬🎀

you can saturate for hours at a time or a little bit everyday it doesnt rly matter its just thinking over and over again. i saturate while listening to music, playing video games, doing mundane tasks etc. all i do is think my affirmations and thats all! if theres something specific that u guys are curious about with saturation lemme know in the comments but its super simple bcuz MANIFESTING is super simple.

JENNIE KIM STYLE DISSECTION ;

jennie kim is a fashion ICON. i swear every photo that i see of her, her outfit, hair, face, everything is absolutely perfect. jennie's style is very posh and feminine. and a rly great example of this would be her look below. i love how she color coordinated her hair accessories to her outfit and the black and pink is so ICONIC cuz she was a black pink member.

shes rocking her trademark chanel in the form of a waist chain and everything just goes together beautifully. jennie knows how to mix posh and hyper femininity in her outfits super well and we can see that in her next outfit…💬🎀

THE CHANEL CHAIN AHHH IM OBSESSED. in the next outfit shes rocking a red two piece with buttons that just add that very chic and posh look. her chanel chain is such a statement piece and her matching chanel purse, shes literally chanels princess atp.

WHATS MY HOROSCOPE (JULY 22-29) ;

♡ its leo season and leo season is all about TIMING. you will receive ur answer very soon, listen to ur intuition and notice how everything is coming together for you. while you’re shining in the moment, remember to think about the future when mercury enters virgo and your value zone on thursday. you’ll want to go over details with a fine-tooth comb, so take your time making decisions. don’t rush into anything!

♡ for aries the next four weeks are ideal for enjoying entertainment, starting hobbies, and expressing yourself. indulge in the pleasures that summer has to offer without burning your life down.however, while you enjoy the rest of your summer, consider getting your life in order when mercury enters virgo and your productivity zone on thursday. the retrograde will be here shortly, aries, so take this time to get your ducks in a row. 

♡ for taurus, start the week by practicing self-care when the sun enters leo and your home zone on monday. the next few weeks could be a little hectic, so try to spend as much time as you can with your loved ones. be generous with your time by hosting family dinners and small parties.despite the upcoming retrograde, you’ll still have plenty of opportunities for some fun when mercury enters virgo and your creativity zone on thursday. this is a great time to busy yourself with creative projects, flirt with people, and entertain yourself with concerts and movies. have fun!

♡ for gemini, you’ll have a flair for the dramatic over the next few weeks once the sun enters leo and your communication zone on monday. everything you do and say will be bold and vibrant. your social calendar will be full of summer activities, so enjoy yourself without getting exhausted.get ready to become the family problem solver when mercury enters virgo and your home zone on thursday. it seems like everyone is coming to you to fix their lives before the retrograde, so this is a great time to focus on domestic issues. remember to set boundaries so any family drama doesn’t bring you down, gemini.

♡ for cancer, as your season comes to an end, your mind will be on your financial security when the sun enters leo and your value zone on monday. however, if you want any luxury in your life, you’re going to have to work for it. this is a great time to start side hustles and invest in things that matter to you. say what you mean and mean what you say when mercury enters virgo and your communication zone on thursday. this transit gives you the ability to cut through the chaos and get to the truth of any issue.

♡ for virgo, spend the rest of your summer break away from the madding crowd when the sun enters leo and your privacy zone on monday. over the next few weeks, you might feel the need to retreat from the world and focus on yourself. give yourself a mental and emotional cleanse before your season begins. your communication skills get a major boost this week when mercury enters your sign on thursday. while this is a brief reunion before the retrograde, this is a great time for new beginnings and getting your point across. speak with confidence, virgo.

♡ for libra, you’ll be feeling like a social butterfly over the next few weeks once the sun enters leo and your friendship zone on monday. this is a great time to hit the summer parties and make some connections. you could even meet your new besties. have fun! however, you might feel the need to retreat into yourself when mercury enters virgo and your subconscious zone on thursday. perfectionism could lead to your undoing as you come to terms with what’s working and not working in your life. focus on how to fix these areas without overcorrecting, libra. analyze your dreams to find clarity.

♡ for scorpio, despite being in the heart of summer, you’re more focused on building a reputation and making a name for yourself when the sun enters leo and your public image zone on monday. over the next four weeks, go after your ambitions and stand out from the crowd to get noticed by the right people. you’ll be especially interested in your personal aspirations when mercury enters virgo and your humanitarian zone on thursday. you have some big dreams, so lay the groundwork to get them going. make a wish, scorpio. it might come true.

♡ for sagittarius, start the week on an adventurous note when the sun enters leo and your expansion zone on monday. the next few weeks will give you opportunities to expand your horizons, for better or worse. this is a great time to travel or interact with people from different walks of life. as we get into the heat of summer, start thinking about your future when mercury enters virgo and your career zone on thursday. this is a great time to think about your professional goals and how you can get ahead in the workplace. think smarter and harder, sagittarius.

♡ for capricorn, the start of the week brings changes to your life when the sun enters leo and your transformation zone on monday. you might feel like a phoenix over the next few weeks as you sit with the ashes of your former life. while the sun shines a light on everything that is hidden, you’ll need to decide what to let go of, capricorn. class is in session when mercury enters virgo and your expansion zone on thursday, especially since this transit will give you plenty of lessons to learn, for better or worse. this is a great time to expand your mental horizons through education. it could change your life.

♡ for aquarius, “me” turns into “we” over the next few weeks when the sun enters leo and your partnership zone on monday. this is more than just a summer fling; it’s the real thing, so lock it down now. however, make sure to balance your time together and apart or it could cause some drama. read between the lines and you can uncover hidden meanings when mercury enters virgo and your intuition zone on thursday. trust your gut, aquarius, because it can guide you through the hidden motives others might have for you. be careful, and don’t make any big decisions before the retrograde.

♡ for pisces, even in the heat of summer, you’ll still have plenty of work to do when the sun enters leo and your productivity zone on monday. work on taking care of yourself through self-improvement. what do you want to get better at, pisces? try it out now. the rest of the summer could be intense, so make sure you have a buddy to help you through when mercury enters virgo and your partnership zone on thursday. this is a great time to end all conflict and work on agreements before the retrograde hits. compromise is key, if you’re willing to work at it.

[mooglyyoon]

The Groupie

Synopsis: You meet Jungkook after one of his shows and makes you his personal groupie.

Warning: Degrading, Spanking, Hair pulling, Rough and raw sex.

Pairings: Rockstar!Jk x Fem!Reader

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You feel your stomach start to bubble with nerves as you make your way through the crowd to get to the front of the stage. You had manage to get floor tickets and you definitely wanted to get your moneys worth. Getting to the front you press yourself against the metal gate that held you and the thousands of other people in barricade.

You came alone but managed to mingle with some of the girls around you waiting for the show to start. You’ve seen Jungkook live before but you’d never been this close. As dumb as it may sound, you always believed artists would find someone in the crowd they’re attracted to and make it slightly known. So you put some effort into your appearance tonight.

A black tube top, tight enough to expose your cleavage, a black ripped denim jacket with a black plaid miniskirt and black combat boots definitely matched the aesthetic of Jungkook. You did makeup that fit you and your outfit and the others around you definitely praised your looks.

You saw lights of the stage start to flicker and the vibration of the speakers close to you started to vibrate through your body. You turned fully and directed your attention to the male that made his way onto the stage.

The concert was amazing. You were jumping, laughing, singing, and during the last song, you were holding your shirt from falling, jumping to the beat and you swore Jungkook was watching.

He was singing with a subtle smirk on his face and he kept his gaze on you, watching the way you moved and shined under the flashing lights as you recited every lyric of his song. Jungkook swore you were heaven sent. He’d never seen someone so beautiful in such a setting.

The song ended and Jungkook left the stage and you left as quick as possible. Your makeup looked wet with sweat and you held your jacket in your hands as you walked out of the concert hall. Walking down the corridor you saw some girls standing out like they were waiting for something or someone.

And that’s when you noticed the male you came to see. The girls huddled around Jungkook and he brushed them off politely and kept his stride determined as he made his way to you.

There he stood right in front of you. You knew Jungkook had groupies. Everyone knew that. He never cared about what anyone thought of him and evidently, that’s what made him more attractive.

“Hi there.” He spoke roughly, voice slightly raspy from earlier. He looked down at you, his tattooed hand pushing your hair off your shoulders. “Jungkook..” You spoke up, a little stunned at the situation.

“Can I take you back with me, babe?” He spoke so confidently and so smoothly, you couldn’t help but nod your head. Immediately he wrapped his arm around your waist and walked you to his dressing room, ignoring the girls mean mugs at you.

He walked you into his room and locked the door quickly before anyone could interrupt. You set your jacket on the chair in the room and put your attention to him. “You’re so fucking stunning.” You heard him gruff as he stepped closer to you. He looked at you and put a hand on the small of your back, pushing you into him.

“Couldn’t help but need to see you after the show.” He tilted his head at you and you looked up at him, putting your hands on his toned chest. “Need to?” You squinted at him. This being confirmation of what you assumed earlier during the performance.

“Mm yes baby, need to.” He said and you felt his hand drop to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. Your jaw fell with a gasp and your eyes fluttered ever so slightly at the feeling. The pool between your legs growing by the second. Jungkook knew the affect he had on women, but with you, it was so different. You weren’t quick to give it up and he loved it so much.

“Jungkook.” The moan left your lips quietly and he smirked above you before he spun you around and bent you over the arm of the couch. You yelped when you felt your skirt being flipped up and your legs being spread roughly. The wet stain on your panties being exposed to him.

“Soaked already?” You practically hear the smirk in his tone as you felt your panties being pushed to the side. “Mm yes.” You muffled against the couch and felt his finger rub in the wetness. His finger rubbed against your clit and your moans sounded like sweet music to his ears.

“Gonna fuck this pretty cunt yeah? Make you cum like a dirty slut.” Your pussy squeezed around nothing at his harsh words. It turned you on more and you heard his pants being undone and soon you felt his wet tip at your entrance.

His hands parted your ass for him so he could get a better view and he continued to press his tip against you, teasing you. “P-Please…Need to feel you.” You begged, wanting him to stop stalling. You heard a chuckle and felt a stinging pain in your ass as the smack echoed through the room.

“Such a slut. Just wanna be filled up by a dick.” You moaned at his words and soon felt his dick fill you up quickly. He stretched you out so much and he didn’t even give you time to adjust when you felt his dick slamming back into you at a hard and quick pace.

“Fuuuuck so wet and tight.” His head was thrown back as your pussy basically suffocated his dick. The sounds in the room were nasty to say the least. The slapping of his hips against your ass, your moans with his grunts, the sound of your wetness with each thrust he made only caused you to grow wetter if it was even possible.

You felt your knees buckle as you squeezed around him. He slapped your ass against and spoke up, “Let me breathe fuck, so tight.” You squeezed again with a moan and you felt a hand reach to your hair and yank you up by a makeshift ponytail.

His thrusts didn’t stop however, he pulled you into his chest and it was as if he thrusts became relentless. “Sluts need to listen when they’re spoken to.” He groaned right into your ear and his hand went down to start roughly rubbing your clit. His fingers pressed down hard causing enough pressure to be too much and your knees start to buckle again.

“T-too much!!” You cried as tears pooled your eyes and a hard orgasm washed over you. He didn’t stop and only went harder. He pushed you back over the couch, his hand in the middle of your back as he continued fucking you. “Gonna make me fucking cum, shit.” He grunted and moved his hands to grip your hips roughly. Moving you back slightly onto him with each of his thrusts.

“P-please!” You almost screamed at the over stimulation and with a few more hard thrust you felt an emptiness between your legs as he quickly pulled out of you and came right on your ass. “Fuuuuck, such a pretty ass.” You felt his release coat your lower half as he finished.

He pulled his pants up and fixed himself as he grabbed a rag from the table and gently cleaned you up. He helped you stand even with the slight struggle and turned you to face him.

“Wanna see you again, yeah?” He spoke and slipped a paper with his number in the hem of your skirt and kissed your cheek quickly before walking to the door and unlocking it. Letting you leave, knowing he’d see you soon.

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[donatellawritings]

tella baby it’s ♡ anon I LOVE SWEETHEART READER but J was wondering what if Rafe were with an Americana aesthetic reader? I imagine her being a very vintage-esque girl who loves picnics, farm work, listening to Lana, thrift shopping, sucking lollipops, wearing small shorts and denim skirts, just your typical girl next door OMG sorry if this is too long of an ask I can send a shorter one ahhhhhh ♡ ♡

this is perfect! ugh i love this sm <3

rafe had met you, through the likes of his sister, sarah — she’d stumbled upon your parents’ land during one of her bike rides through figure 8, her lips parted in awe at the sight of you brushing the shiny coat of your white camarillo horse, who’d she quickly learn was named ‘leche’ a silly name that stuck since you first got the horse as an innocent child. that one question about your beloved horse, was all it took for you and sarah to become engrossed in an hours-long conversation about anything and everything. she fell in love with everything about you — your big bombshell hair, cutesy doll lashes, skimpy baby pink polka dot bikini top, and even skimpier daisy dukes, all the way down to the adorable butterfly belly button ring that adorned your tummy.

the moment you’d exchanged the pleasantries of learning each other’s names, sarah was quick to make you her very best friend, your latin tongue making itself known as you spoke, leaving the perky blonde even more entranced by you — making sure that you had her phone number, before she pressed a sweet kiss to the side of your horse’s nose, turning to send you a small wave as she got back on her bike, pedaling her way back to tannyhill. the two of you were pathetically giddy and the potential of your budding friendship, you both were left giggling into the late hours of the night, before ending the call with plans for you to teach sarah how to ride a horse, tomorrow. it wasn’t until you had been friends for about six months, that sarah decided that you should come over to her house for once, she’d grown to accustomed to the judgement-free air that came with being on the farm with you.

sure, you lived on figure 8, but your family’s property teetered on the fine line of being considered part of the cut, but your parents were insistent on you being in an environment where you could experience the lavish side of life. so, as you got to know sarah cameron, the daunting thought of stepping foot inside of tannyhill had left you a nervous mess as you meticulously dolled yourself up. latin music flowed softly through your speaker as you squeezed your tube of glittery lipgloss between your sparkly cotton candy pink acrylic nails, precisely smearing the sticky gloss across your swollen lips, mushing them together before your pulled away from the mirror of your vanity with a content sigh.

carefully clasping your rosary around your neck, you gently combed your nails through the ends of your perfectly curled hair, before smoothing your hands down your strapless micro dress, the lace and silk lined cups that confined your breasts, adorned with a neatly sewed bow, pushing them up cutely against your chest as you slipped your feet into dainty white kitten heels, before rushing downstairs, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor as you stepped out onto your driveway, silently praying to yourself that you wouldn’t make an absolute fool of yourself. i mean, it was only meant to be an innocent lunch where you’d meet your best friend’s family — surely, in your little naive mind, you manipulated yourself into believing that nothing too bad could come from having lunch with the cameron family. right?

you were broken from your whiplash-inducing thoughts with parted sticky and swollen lips as the sound of sarah’s familiar car horn filled your pearl-earring adorned ears.

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with a sigh, sarah linked her arm through yours, biting down into her bottom lip as the two of you stepped inside of the grandeur that was tannyhill. before the two of you could exceed the confines of the foyer, she pulled away from you, suddenly overcome with the impending annoyance and embarrassment that came with introducing people to her family, specifically, her older brother. your dolly lashes fluttered together as your eyes softened with confusion.

before sarah could speak, the staggering height of ward cameron stopping behind sarah came into your line of vision, your lips parting as he clasped a fatherly hand down onto his daughter’s shoulder as she forced a warm smile at you, “hi sweetie,” he pressed his lips to sarah’s head, squeezing her shoulder before he pulled away from sarah, extending a firm hand in your direction, “s’a pleasure to finally meet you, i’m mr. cameron,” ward smiled, nodding approvingly as you revealed your name, enveloping your small hand around his as you politely shook his hand.

“hi mr. cameron,” you extended a courteous smile, fighting back a laugh as you watched sarah roll her eyes teasingly.

with a clap of his large hands, ward stepped to the side, “well, we don’t want to keep everyone waiting outside, your brother should be home soon, sarah,” ward breathes out a laugh, your wide eyes sparkling with awe as you walked through the grandeur main room of tannyhill. sarah allowed a giddy smile to pull on her pout as she took in your observant gaze. she loved how despite your status of living on figure 8, you remained humble, extending kindness to every person and animal you came across, so much so that it inspired her to treat even the smallest bugs with utmost respect.

“your home is beautiful, mr. cameron,” you beamed, lashes fluttering as you stepped out into the pristinely decorated backyard. your brief moment of shock once again overtaken by your meddlesome nerves as you approached the flower adorned table, smoothing your hands underneath the plush curve of your ass, before taking your seat beside sarah.

the table was quiet as your wiped your clammy hands against your dress, suddenly overcome with insecurity as sarah’s stepmother and younger sister stared at you, their eyes greedily drinking you in. with parted lips, you began to speak when wheezie suddenly cut in, “you’re really hot,” she blurted, your parted lips expanding into a flushed smile as sarah snorted beside you, a complete contrast from the stern and bewildered stares that wheezie received from ward and rose.

“that was so inappropriate, wheezie,” rose scolded with a displeased roll of her eyes, before turning to face ward who kept his stern eyes on wheezie who sunk into her seat.

you were quick to mouth ‘thank you’ to the younger girl, before turning your attention to ward who let out out a sharp sigh, running a hand over his face, before forcing a smile, “alright, well — my son should be home any minute, so please, feel free to help yourself to what’s on the table,” ward motioned to the array of salad, sandwiches, fruits, and pitchers of juice that covered the table. with a shaky hand, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice, licking over your glossed lips as sarah did followed suit, filling her glass.

just as you brought the glass to your lips, the sight of a tall young man, with greasy strands of hair fanning over his face approached the table, dressed in a black button up and khaki pants. fuck, he was hot. subconsciously your pressed your thighs together, focusing your attention on swallowing down the citrusy juice that flooded your tongue.

“nice of you to join us, rafe — have a seat, son,” ward spoke gruffly, watching closely as rafe took the seat at the opposite end of the table, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took in your presence. his bright blue eyes immediately went the swells of your pushed-up breasts, before flickering up to meet your shy gaze, earning a disgusted scoff from sarah. ward did not miss his son’s inappropriate transgression, clearing his throat to gather the attention of the table, “son, this is sarah’s friend,” ward introduced you, rafe’s eyes remaining on yours as your name fell from ward’s mouth, causing rafe’s eyebrows to raise in intrigue as his head cocked to the side.

rafe decided that he had to toy with you, see if you truly were as light and airy as your physical appearance portrayed as he parted his pink lips, “yeah? how’d you get so lucky to meet my sweet sister, sarah?” rafe spoke, his tone pathetically condescending as he carefully watched you awkwardly shift in your sweet. you were a skittish one — he liked that.

with a forced and breathy laugh, you smiled politely, “she was riding her bike and she saw my horse, leche,” you answered truthfully, earning an amused chuckle from rafe that left you somewhat embarrassed. your doe eyes were quick to glaze as you swallowed thickly, before you turned to sarah.

“rafe, don’t be such a dick,” sarah spat, earning a corrective tut from ward as rafe glanced at his father with feigned confusion.

leaning forward, rafe focused his attention onto sarah, a tall knowing smirk on his face, “easy, sarah — m’just getting to know your little friend, i mean, isn’t that why she’s here?” rafe pushes further, returning his eyes to yours as your fingers fiddled with the silk trims that lined the hem of your dress. “she’s a big girl, i’m sure that she could speak up for her-” rafe began, before he was harshly cut off by the slam of ward’s closed fist colliding with the table, causing rafe to silence, his jaw clenched as he closed his eager mouth.

there was a part of you that felt bad for rafe, you almost felt responsible for his scolding, your soft eyes didn’t miss the way he flinched as ward hit the table. you could see that rafe just wanted attention, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore to subtle ache in your chest as he remained silent for the duration of the lunch, his eyes hanging low as the rest of the cameron family made polite conversation with you. it wasn’t until the entirety of the table went off to do their own thing, that you turned to rafe who blankly stared at his empty plate.

going against sarah’s wishes, you insisted on at least trying to talk to rafe and sarah knew that you’d simply felt bad for her brother — it was in your nature to want to fix anything that was broken. so, you remained seated, flipping your hair over your shoulder as your eyes feel on the gold signet ring that dressed rafe’s finger, “i like your ring,” you smiled, your core simmering as rafe brought his eyes to yours, his blank face empty of any definite expression.

“look — y’just a naive little girl who is my sister’s friend, not mine, y’understand?” rafe snapped, fighting back every urge not to bend you over the table as your glossed lips slightly quivered at his harsh words. your stomach churned with embarrassment as your eyes welled with hot threatening tears, “y’don’t speak to me, unless i speak to you, a’ight?” he spat, swallowing back the bitter guilt that became apparent in his tongue as you furiously nodded in your seat.

“okay,” you squeaked out, before hastily standing from your seat as you rushed to make your way back inside of the home, before rafe could see the fat tears that rolled down your blushy cheeks.

rafe knew that he had been a bit too harsh towards you, but he could tell that you needed some tough love — i mean, what was wrong with some redirection? your head was too far up in the clouds, and that would end up getting you into trouble that not even your pretty and swollen smile would be able to get out of. and what kind of a man would rafe be, if he didn’t look out for you, keep an eye out for you … even if it meant that he stole a glance up your dress as you tearfully walked away from him.

[wileys-russo]

I NEEEED a bf leah fic about going to NY with her because she has been pulling some ultimate looks. Maybe being at the basketball game with her and her trying to explain everything to you as well as being super touchy because she can feel people looking at what’s hers

jorts II l.williamson

"leah for the love of god please tell me i'm seeing things and you are not wearing prada loafers with nike tube socks right now." you shook your head in disbelief as you finished doing your hair and returned from the bathroom.

"you know how it is, prada or nada baby." the blonde grinned smugly from where she was sat on the edge of your hotel bed, putting down her phone as she drunk you in.

"come here." the taller girl purred, quickly standing to her feet and reaching out for you, taking your hands and whistling as she spun you in a circle.

"hello sexy." the defenders hands fell possessively to your hips as her eyes hungrily roamed your exposed cleavage spilling out of the lacey black bralette which just peeked out of the chocolate brown oversized button up you were wearing in place of a dress.

her pupils dilated at the black leather knee high boots which completed the look, jaw clenching as her tongue licked slowly at her lips making you smile smugly, adoring the obvious effect you had on her.

"oh god leah...jorts?" you groaned ruining the moment as your gaze flickered down to the washed denim which hung to her knees, pushing her away with a roll of your eyes.

"jorts are in at the moment love." the blonde retorted with her usual cocky smile, slipping on a few rings as you swapped over your earrings. "right to go?" leah offered you her hand, grabbing her phone off the bed as you slid your room key into your clutch.

"i hate that you can make anything look good."

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"so we want the blue team to win right?" you clarified quietly, tapping at leahs hand which was placed on your thigh. "for once yes." leah chuckled, slender fingers tracing lines on your warm skin as she banged on about the rules, you only half listening as you simply hummed.

"at least try to pretend like you care darling." leah chuckled quietly offering you a sip of her drink as you tried to take the cup, giving her a look as she moved it back.

her eyes boring into yours expectantly you knew what she wanted, so with a roll of your eyes you lent forward allowing her to put the cup to your lips, not missing the quiet warning not to roll your eyes at her again which followed.

you took a swig before your girlfriend moved the cup back, ring clad thumb wiping a few loose droplets from your bottom lip, your stomach fluttering at the simple gesture as the blonde turned back to the game, squeezing your thigh gently.

everything was fine until the buzzer sounded for halftime, leah leaving you with jason as she disapeared to get the two of you another drink, placing a loving kiss to the side of your head as she stood.

however when she returned to see her seat was filled by another body her good mood was instantly diminished. the blonde was easily fifty metres away but already saw on your face that you weren't comfortable, much as you tried covering it up with a fake smile.

"sorry mate, seems you're in my seat." you let out a silent sigh of relief as your girlfriend appeared in front of you, glancing down to you wordlessly checking in as you gave her a small nod of assurance.

"we're just talking, there's a seat there." the man nodded behind him to jasons vacant seat as the movie star had been briefly whisked away by a few of his peers for a photo, the stranger not even sparing leah a look as you glanced up at her with pleading eyes.

the blondes jaw clenched as she watched the american place his hand on your shoulder and you went rigid, hands fidgeting with the bottom of your dress shirt as his eyes shamelessly wandered your body.

"yeah there is. and i'm sure you've got one elsewhere, so why don't you run along and go sit back down in it." leah warned, voice now octaves deeper as her eyes glared into the side of his head. "look doll-" the mans gaze finally lifted from you and his face slackened seeing the english captains bright blue orbs piercing down on him angrily.

"oh shit you're leah williamson." the man realised, eyes widening as he shot to his feet and took a step away, allowing your girlfriend to sit back down, placing the drinks by her feet and stretching her arm protectively over the back of your chair.

"nah not me, sorry mate." and with that the blondes hand which sat on your shoulder grabbed your chin, the defender leaning in and rewarding you with a searingly passionate kiss, your breath hitching as she wasted no time slipping her tongue in your mouth.

by the time she pulled away with a slight pop, leaving your lips somewhat bruised and a little swollen the man had scurried off back to wherever he'd come from.

leahs own lips curled into a cocky smile as yours tingled from the feverish kiss, brought back down to earth as leah turned your head to meet her eyeline, hand still gripping your jaw only now a lot more tenderly.

"did he do anything to you?" the blonde asked seriously, perfectly plucked eyebrows furrowing with concern as her eyes roamed your face for any sign of discomfort. "no he was only sat there for a minute or two before you came back, I told him i was here with someone but he wouldn't take the hint."

"i should have poured my fucking drink on his head, smug prick." leah muttered angrily, letting go of your chin and pressing a much softer kiss to your forehead. "hey calm down. i'm okay, don't let him spoil our evening." you grabbed her hand and squeezed as leah nodded, downing her drink in one and exhaling, rolling her neck a few times as her arm stayed wrapped around your shoulder.

"besides, once we get back to the hotel later baby i'm yours and only yours." you whispered to your blonde lover as the game recommenced, causing her cocky smile to only grow wider.

"in that case then i'll make sure the entire hotel are reminded who you belong to as well." leah murmered in your ear as she kissed at your rapidly blushed cheek.

"all mine. my most pretty girl."

[scrumptiouskoalahottub]

One of your girls| George Clarke smut

It's not a secret that George Clarke is the man every woman wants, just a look of approval from him would send anyone into paralysis. It's like he has a spell on all the women who approach him, you see him in the same club every weekend. you see him leave with multiple girls each time, what if you were one of them?

Once again Friday approaches, you're just finishing work, walking through the streets of London. It's a crisp but warm day the bustling streets surround you as you make your way to your flat. You tussle with the keys in your pocket and open your flat door, tossing your work bag into the door way as you slip your stilettos off. A slight sigh comes from your mouth, relieved your work day is over and you can focus on getting ready for your usual Friday antics.

You start the shower running as you collect your stuff for your "everything shower". Washing your hair, shaving and a deep cleanse. It's what you need after the day you've had. You finish in the shower, dry off and douse yourself in coconut lotion. A subtle but strong smell to anyone in an arms length, you tie your damp hair into a towel and wrap another round your body scuffling to your room. You set yourself down as you begin to blow dry your hair. Suddenly your phone rings

"Bestie 🫶🏻🪐" is calling "hey girl!" You answer whilst setting your hair dryer down "are you ready for tonight?" Your friend asks "of course, I would never miss the regular Friday club trip" you laugh as you continue to talk outfits and hair. "Meet at 8 yeah?" Your friend asks "ofc see you at the tube stop" you reassure her, the phone ends and you carry on getting ready.

6:30pm

You check your phone at the time just as you'd finished your makeup, you go full deep glam this time, dark Smokey eyes with a pop of glitter. Your hair styled exactly like Pamela Anderson's if she was a brunette, you wear a tight leather dress that accentuates your figure nicely outlining your top and bottom assets. You throw on your block heels and take a white denim jacket with you as you set off to the tube stop to meet your friend. Taking a small pre mixed can for the journey.

7:50pm and your friend finally meets you at the stop, you both hug and get sat in a seat preparing for the night ahead. "Do you think he'll be there?" Your friend asks, you knew she was talking about him. "Who?" You ask confused "you know, George" she ponders. "Maybe, he always seems to be there, why do you ask?" You ask you friend "oh..no reason" she bows her head. You hear your stop approaching and grab your things and make your way to your usual, a small club. As you pay your way in you head to the bar and order your usual vodka lemonade & lime. You get sat at your table as your friend goes up to the dj and asks for your usual dance song "sound of the underground" by girls aloud.

"CMON" your bestie shouts dragging you up, you both flick your hair and dance like nobody's watching, the tight leather moving with you as your friend pulls you in and twirls you round. Suddenly you feel a hand on your lower back, you turn around and you see a man you've never seen before "don't stop dancing on my accord darling" he muffles drunkly, you pull away and smack his hand "don't touch me you creep" you hiss "can't really help it when you're parading around like that" he scoffs "now come here" he lunges forward to grab your arm when all of a sudden you hear a loud "OI!" Bellow over the music

"She's moved away from you once, that means no you fucking imbecile" a deep voice spits, all of a sudden he emerges, it's George. "Now leave her the fuck alone" he retorts, the guy scoffs and walks away. "Thanks" you say to him "you didn't have to do that" you rub the back of your arm a little shaken. "Yes I did, nobody comes out to be treated like that by a man, no matter how good you look" he replies "I'm George" he holds out his hand, you shake it "I'm y/n" you smile "and I'm Izzy!" You friend chimes in. "Hi Izzy, hi y/n" George smiles "well I'll leave you two to it, let me know if anyone else bothers you y/n, I'm over near the bar with my friends" he points as he walks away.

"Omg!" Your friend squeals "he's deffo into you!" She says clapping. "No he's not Izzy, he was just being nice. Shots?" Izzy nods her head as you make your way to the bar to do your infamous tequila shots, you lick the palm of your hand as you add salt to it, grasping your shot as you place the lime on the edge of the plate to get it ready, you feel eyes burn into your back as you look to the side and see George eyeing you up, his gaze so powerful and protective. You chuckle as you lick the salt off your palm, knock back your shot and slip the lime into your mouth. You both shake your heads and giggle to eachother as you both head to the bathroom to top your lipstick up. Your friend gets a phone call in the bathroom "two secs y/n im just gonna head outside and take this call" she says as she scurries out the toilets through the crowd. You fix your dress as you make your way out the bathroom too.

You wait for 5 minutes at the bar, Izzy's not back yet, you check your phone "sorry! Had to go, emergency. Get home safe xox" a text from Izzy, you sigh and neck your drink you just got, it was 10pm and seemed like it was home time already. You throw your bag over you shoulder and make your way for the door "going so soon?" You hear a husky voice say, you turn round and see George looking at you with a devilish smile. "Yeah unfortunately, my friend left and I don't wanna be intoxicated on my own hahaha" you chuckle "stay with us?" George advises "oh no it's fine, I wouldn't wanna intrude, we don't really know eachother" you furrow your brows "well im sure a few drinks will sort that out, only if you want to though, princess" he smirks "okay fine, you've twisted my arm" you giggle you make your way over to George's table to be greeted by 2 of his friends, Chris and Arthur "guys this is y/n, she's gonna join us for a few drinks, so be nice" he says to them "hi guys" you say with a soft smile.

An hour goes past of just constant talking, getting to know them more, your jaw hurts from laughing. You get up to go to the bar " 4 tequila shots please" you ask the bartender, you carry them back over on a tray? The boys look at you defeated "more?! You're trying to kill us!" Arthur laughs "don't be a wimp" you shoot a wink at him as you pass him the shot. You all knock them back and shake your heads as you laugh. 12am draws in and you all decide to call it a night. You could barely walk as you got up to leave, you stumble as both George and Chris catch you "steady on you'll have us all on the floor at this rate" Chris laughs "sorry guys, I'll just get an Uber home don't worry about me" you slip from the grip and fall backwards into a bush. "Right I'm gonna go sleep guys thanks for a good night, I love you" you're now starfished in a bush in the middle of London

"Right lads, rescue mission, she's stopping at the flat there's no way she's staying alone in this state" George said, a slight inkling of concern in his voice as they pull you up, George helps you over his shoulder and carries you back to their flat. Your arms floppy over his shoulders, Arthur ties his jackets round your waist to stop you mooning the whole of London. You finally get back to the flat and your drunkness slowly slips from you "oh shit im so fucking sorry" you heart sinks as you've embarrassed yourself, George lowers you to the floor "I'm okay George I'll get an Uber home now I'm sorry" your eyebrows furrow "don't be daft, you were in no state to be left by yourself, even if you have sobered up after the nap on my shoulder, you're still dropping here, right boys?" They all nod "you can take my bed" George says handing you a cup of water "oh no it's fine I'll stay on the sofa I don't wanna kick you out of a bed" you insist "who says you are?" George laughs.

He holds his hand out as he walks you to his room, he pulls you out a t-shirt to wear, handing you some baby wipes for your makeup "do you need help taking your makeup off?" He asks "no I think I'll be okay, thanks George" you head off into his en suite and change into the t-shirt he gave you, you wipe your makeup off as you stand on your tiptoes the t-shirt lifts over your ass cheeks, George catches a glimpse and lets out a soft groan, you turn around and notice "like what you see?" You smirk as you look at George. "I can't deny that I do" he shoots a hot look at you. You deposit the makeup wipes on the bin as you stride over to him. "What are you going to do about it?" The alcohol in your system still lingering urging a boost of confidence in you, George hesitates "I don't wanna take advantage of you." He pauses "treat me like one of your girls George, no boundaries" you slip your hands around his neck, planting a small kiss on it. You feel George's hands wrap around your waist, ruffling the bottom of his shirt to the bottom of your back "jump" he says softly in your ear

You do as he says and jump into his hands, he cups your ass as he leads you to his desk, planting you on top of it, a shiver rolls down your spine as the cold wood sinks into your body, you wrap your legs around him as you slip your fingers into the lining of his boxers. "Tell me what you want baby" he asks "I want you to fuck me with no regrets" you hiss biting your lip, he smashes his lips into yours with no hesitation, some deeper than others, biting your lip as you let out small moans, he moves his way down to your neck with enough friction to leave marks making you whimper to his touch. You decide to tease him more as you cup your hand over his prominent hardness, slowly unbuttoning his jeans as he continues to leave marks on your neck

You push his head back with your hand has you look up at him with menace in your eyes "step back" you say as you lower yourself off the desk and kneel to the floor, pulling down his jeans with his boxers following, his cock pulsating through the material as it springs out and hits his lower belly, your eyes widen "fuck" you let out a small moan, George smirks as he hears this. You form a spit bubble in your mouth as you prepare to take George in your mouth "show me what you can do baby" he says pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You let out a tiny bit of spit onto the tip of his shaft spreading it around with your tongue as you lock eye contact with him "you're so fucking naughty" he says in a husky tone, you decide to tease him, taking him in slowly watching his head jolt back as his breath hitches. He forms your hair in a ponytail as you're still locking eyes, you decide to show him how talented you really are, unleashing your hidden non existent gag reflex you take George fully in your mouth, feeling him at the back of your throat with no struggle "holy fuck" he moans, breath hitching "fuck me y/n you're amazing" you move into him as he motions your head with your hair, seeing George moan uncontrollably and erratic makes you tingle, you slowly remove yourself from him as you still remain tightly suctioned around him. You lick your lips as George pants, you slowly get up off your knees and meet with him

"Now let me repay the favour" he says pushing you onto the bed, spreading your legs welcoming George in with no hesitation, he drops a ball of spit on the top of your entrance, motioning it around with his thumb, your head smashes back into the pillows and you legs seize to his touch, he starts to leave kisses on your inner thighs teasing you "shit" you gasp breath hitched "good girl" grumbles as he slips his tongue on the top your your clit, moving in figure 8 motions. Sucking as you sink into the covers as your body goes into over drive, your stomach filled with butterflies as he works his magic on you. Suddenly he sits up, placing a pillow under your lower back, he once again teases your entrance but with the tip of his shaft motioning up and down "holy fuck George" you say panting "beg baby" he says smirking at you "please" you say "please what?" He asks again "please fuck me im begging" you jolt your head back as he slip himself inside with no hesitation, his grip becomes strong on your thighs as he thrusts into you with so much desperation to be inside you "fuck you're so tight around me" he grunts "fuck" you moan, trying to keep yourself together he lowers his thumb as his circles your clit in 8 motions again while fucking you, "you're so fucking pretty" he praises you as you whimper, "fuck George I'm nearly there" you whine, George takes this as an opportunity and picks up his pace, thrusts becoming more hard and painful, more forceful. His grip becomes more tense as he locks his hand round your neck, you lean into it as you lock eyes with him while he chokes you "fuck y/n, you look so good" he groans.

You start to reach your max as legs tighten around him, he can feel the grip and smirks "cum for me" he says and with that you let out a release "OH FUCK GEORGE" you scream, it was so loud Chris and Arthur definitely heard it, George lets out one final thrust as he joins you in release. "Fuck" he groans out of breath. He pulls out as he flops onto the bed next to you "that was fucking amazing, you're fucking amazing" he says covering you in the duvet.

You both lie and catch your breath for a minute when George turns to look at you "you know, I've noticed you in the club a few times, but didn't approach you incase you wouldn't like me" he says pushing the stray hair from your face. "I've seen you too, but only when you're leaving with someone else, guess I just am one of your girls" you say, a slight sigh comes out your mouth. Although that's what you said to him, you couldn't help feel a small break in your heart.

"Not at all, you're more than that. I slept with others to fill the void of not talking to you, you're all I really wanted" he said pulling you in for a hug "that's why when I saw that guy creeping on you I was immediately protective, that's when I knew I had to interact with you, you mesmerise me" he admits "never knew you'd have a soft spot for me, especially how I've just embarrassed myself infront of you all drunk as a fart" you laugh "it's the most fun I've had in ages those few hours in the pub, you really do have something special y/n" he places a kiss on your head.

"Thanks, Georgie" you snuggle into his chest and you both fall asleep, maybe you're not just one of his girls.

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🫶🏻

[foursaints]

do you think lily is more feminine or more like..slutty?

like does she wear lacey dresses and skirts and little pastel cardigans? mascara and blush and some lip gloss? loves hearts and heels and all the girly things? is she polite and soft spoken, her hands behind her back and a gentle smile? does she giggle and blush when barty compliments her?

or does she wear tight clothes? small tank tops and shorts that ride up her ass? some juicy sweats and a ragged bag to hold her cigarettes, wallet, and fireball shots? does she always have a cigarette hanging from her lips and a messy ponytail full of uncombed hair (so bad that barty is sitting her down and brushing her hair every weekend)? does she roll her eyes and give mean glares when barty flirts? does she speak blandly and sharply?

ive been thinking all day and i think only you, saints, would have the perfect answer

i don’t think that these things are necessarily mutually exclusive, but i love your language and imagery! i don’t see my lily as having that much… artifice? if that makes sense?

lily’s kind of beauty is like the summer camp counselor that everyone has a crush on. the pretty babysitter who painted your nails. she wears orange converse & fishtail braids & an ancient tube of expired drugstore mascara she bought with petunia. there’s a temporary tattoo of a butterfly peeling in gummy strips off her shoulder. she wears old t-shirts taken from boyfriends & mathletes tournaments & the spelling bee with levi jeans. her appearance is straightforward and practical and a little silly but when you see her LAUGH and her hair fan over her shoulders it doesn’t matter. she puts on sunscreen every morning. she’s written the name of every boy she’s ever kissed on her bedroom desk. her beauty stems completely from her authenticity.

the way i would describe lily evans: she’s wearing a faded unicorn t-shirt from goodwill with some old denim cutoffs from middle school. she has a hair-tie around her wrist, and bug-bites on her ankles, and she should probably look plain. but when you see lily evans wear denim shorts its like you’ve never seen them before in your life

[junhui-png]

puppy love ⌦ .｡.:*♡

mingyu x reader x scoups? (Still figuring it out LOL)

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summary: first year of college, you literally knew no one and you planned for it to stay that way but damn were you wrong

notes: uhmmm hiii idk what this is I got rlly bored so yeah LOLL if you read this I hope you enjoy and I’ll try and update like every other day hopefully 😽

‼️disclaimer: this is not proof read so I apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes ‼️

genre: seventeen college au, love triangle between scoups and Mingyu, Mingyu being on a football team, financial major scoups, angst??, fluff, cute friend ships, Hoshi, Joshua, Seungkwan, Minghao, and Wonwoo r your besties, Also besties with Yunjin (Le Sserafim) and Minnie (G-IDLE), other seventeen members are mentioned?? Childhood friends, cursing, drinking

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you were always quiet, even when you were a kid. Because of this, you had very few friends and very much struggled to make new ones. Throughout Middle and Highschool the only thing you could do was to stuff you face into books to pass time. Eventually, you being a loner helped you to getting into your dream college. You thought you would be fine all by yourself at your new university, getting a degree in Creative writing, but hell you were so far from the truth. You thought you could just ignore everyone around you and just keep your head low but god was that somehow ten times harder now that you had entered college. Soon enough you had been paired with a man in your Journalism class names “Jeon Wonwoo” You didn’t know anything about him, you didn’t know anything about anyone there actually. He has Black somewhat messy hair and a pair of black glasses to compliment his hair. Both of you were introverts so the first week of the project was painfully awkward but as the next few weeks flew by, you had successfully made you first ever friend in maybe 10 years? You weren’t even sure. Once you had finished the project (and of course gotten an A) you and Wonwoo stayed in touch and talked frequently inside and outside of class. Till he offered to invite you to meet his study group. You were of course hesitant but you ended up going and just like that you had made another 5 friends and then because of those new friends you met new people and became their friends. Before the semester even ended, you new basically everybody on campus.

——present timez————

“you finished the essay Mr.Marten assigned” Minghao askes you, slightly shifting in his seat to get a better look at your computer screen “yeah basically” you simply reply “well then…” You noticed Minghao had been really fidgety ever since you both had entered the library, which isn’t how he normally is, meaning something’s up. “You ok? Something’s bothering you, right? You turn your body to face him and his body seems to relax just a bit “ok so… I kinda..maybe, possibly told soonyoung that you would come to the party he’s hosting tonight” Minghao keeps his head slightly down “Minghao..” you sigh, slumping back in your seat. You rarely ever went out, only when it was some sort of special occasion but besides that you basically just stay in your dorm or at a library or cafe. “I know I know” he says apologetically “You never go out and I swear your gonna go insane if you don’t go out once in a while” you chuckle a little at his stupid reasoning “still I should have told you I just wasn’t thinking and now Soonyoung is all excited about you coming and I just felt bad telling him, you know?” You nod, “I guess I’ll go” you let out another tired sigh as you pack your things “really? Damn ok I didn’t see that coming” Minghao laughs, getting up from his seat “I’ll see you later than” He smiles and you smile back at him before he walks out of the cafeteria and you finish packing your things.

It’s about 7:30 when you leave your dorm and get an Uber over to Soonyoung’s house. You were dressed up for once in a while, wearing a grey denim tube top with matching jeans paried with black boots and a black bag. “It’s my first and probably last time going out for this month, might as well just go all out” is what you thought to yourself while getting ready, but now in front of Soonyoung’s house you gravely regretted your stupid decision “Y/NNNNNNN!” Seungkwan yells your name from the entrance of Soonyoung’s house “hi Seungkwanie” you giggle patting him on the back “I didn’t think you would come!” He says all giddy “A promise is a promise” you give Minghao a dirty glance, which he catches and throws you an apologetic look before rushing of to get another drink. Seungkwan leads you to the couch and plops down next to you “do you want anything to drink?” He asks and you take a moment to think about it before just saying “fuck it” and asking him to bring you whatever he’s getting and he nods, leaving you on the couch with some other girls. Your not left alone for long until you hear someone call for you “Yoo! Your Soonyoung’s friend right?” A tall man with black hair and a stunning face. “uhm yes” you responded nonchalant “You don’t know me but I’m Kim Mingyu, Graphic design major” Mingyu sticks his hand out for a handshake “I’m y/n, Creative writing major” you shake his hand, giving him a slight smile and he returns it. “Anyways imma get straight to the point. I’m interested in you. You caught my eye earlier and asked around about you and they said you were close to Soonyoung, and im also his friend and I’ve never seen you before, so I wanna be friends” The man says bluntly. Mingyu’s sudden “confession” Has your head spinning, searching for some sort of response “uhm ok..?” Is all you manage out but he seems satisfied with your answer “Alright, then go out with me this week” again this man and his blunt statements have you so lost and you can’t even bring yourself to say anything before he says “of course with Soonyoung, and Minghao and everyone” Your face gets a little hot realizing he wasn’t asking you out but in fact his grammar just sucked and you misunderstood him and he definitely got what you were thinking “You thought I was asking you out, didn’t you?” He says with a sly smile “whatever” you roll your eyes, hearing the man’s giddy laughter “IM BACK SORRY” Seungkwan squeezes through the crowd, two bottles of beer in his hand “some guys back there were CRAZY drunk” he sighs, slumping down next to you and placing the drinks In front of you. “Drink up!” Seungkwan lifts his cup up for a cheer.

“Damn girl you didn’t even drink that much” One of you girl friends, Yunjin says, trying her best to keep you up. It was well known in your friend group that your alcohol tolerance was basically 0 and that’s also another reason you didn’t go out much “CAN SOMEONE TAKE HER HOME!” Yunjin shouts over the crowd but to be met with no answer “I can!” Mingyu’s booming voice is easily heard over the loud music “Omg great thank you so much, I’ll text you her address” Yunjin pats Mingyu on the back before rushing back to the lively party, leaving you with him “let’s go then” he puts his arm over you as he helps you out of Soonyoung’s house and into his car. “You know, I think I should go out more” you proudly announce “Then take my over and have dinner with me and the rest of the group” Mingyu chuckles, starting the car “Ok!” Is all you chirp before you completely knock out.

“I swear to god y/n you better get up right now” you best friends voice echo through your foggy mind “what..” you mumble, the warm sun hitting you through the windows. You were now in your dorm room completely changed. “What happened..?” You scratch your head, still trying to process your surroundings “You tell me!” You roommate, Minnie exclaims “you tell me why, when I was getting ready to go to sleep, looking the WORST I could ever have looked someone knocked at our door and it was the most ANGELIC BEAUTIFUL SUN KIST Man I have ever seen, holding you bridal style!” Minnie exclaims once again “I WAS WEARING A FUCKING HELLO KITTY SHEET MASK” Minnie cringes at the memories of last night “damn..” you mumble, giving her a somewhat apoplectic look “ugh it’s whatever, he said you were drunk and he was just dropping you off and he brought you some medicine as well so take that before you leave” Minnie sighs, leaving you alone in your room “what the fuck is happening”.

You change into a pair of grey sweatpants and a beige like hoodie with your hair up in a ponytail “Sorry for all the trouble last night” you said, even thought you couldn’t recall anything after you had entered Mingyu’s car you knew you had probably brought hell down on Minnie night care routine “it’s fine, just take your medicine before you leave” She places the medicine on the counter before heading back to her room. You take the medicine with some water before putting on your shoes and grabbing your bag “OK BYEE LOVE YOUU” you shout before leaving the house. You rush down to campus and into your next class just a minute early “You feeling ok?” Wonwoo asks you “I feel horrible” you sit down next to him, placing your stuff down next to your seat. The entire class was just a bunch of yapping you couldn’t pay attention to because, one you were too tired and two, you were still trying to remember literally anything from last night. “You have the address right?” Wonwoo’s sudden question pulls you out of your trance “Huh??” You mumble with a confused look and Wonwoo face also molds into a confused one “For dinner..?” He tries clarifying but you still don’t seem to get it “the dinner plans??? Me, you, mingyu, Soonyoung, Joshua, Seungkwan and some other guy?” Wonwoo tries again and it finally clicks, but why was he asking you “I know what your talking about but I’m not going?” You say “really? You said you were going?” Wonwoo says and that’s when you finally remember some of last night “OH SHOT! Mingyu told you that right?” You ask and he simply nods “So you are going” he asks again and you let out a sigh “yeah..yeah I’m going” you’re tired of going back and fourth so you just let it go “ok cool! I’ll text you the address!”

The rest of the day was boring, nothing special just the usual classes than group studying, solo studying and some “HI’s” and “How are you’s” here and there. Once you had finally finished your classes for the day, you return home to get ready for the dinner. You wear a simple black short-ish dress with a black leather jacket and the converse (didn’t feel like wearing the boots) “You’re going out?” Minnie peaks through your door and examines your outfit “you look nice” she smiles “thank you” you smile back “I’ll be back at maybe 9?? 10? Not sure but I’ll text you ok?” You tell Minnie and she nods “I’m probably gonna go out later, anyways have fun!” She calls out as you shut the door. The restaurant was only a 5 minute Uber drive and you also weren’t the only person arriving at that time “Hey” Mingyu says, almost creeping up behind you. You hadn’t talked to him since Soonyoung’s party and all though nothing happened you felt awkward, like you were meeting him for the first time all over again. “Hi” you reply “And uhm sorry for the trouble I caused the day before yesterday” you and Mingyu both walk into the restaurant and spot Joshua, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan at a table “don’t sweat it, it’s what friends are for” he chuckles, leaving you behind and rushing over to the table we’re your friends had been seated. Friends is what he called you. Could you two really be friends if you had just met the other day? “Y/N sit over here!” Joshua’s calming voice calls out to you “mhm!” You responding rushing over to the table and taking a seat next to Joshua. You guys talk a bit while waiting for appetizers when Mingyu says something that catches your attention “coups said he’s outside right now” “finally god damn” Soonyoung chuckles and the rest laugh “who’s “coups”?” You ask “one of my friends, I invited him today” Mingyu says and you nod. “Sorry I’m late guys!” A voice from the entrance calls out. Everyone turns around, including you to see a familiar face “COUPS! What’s up man!” Choi Seungcheol “omg..” at first you weren’t sure but now you were a hundred precent sure that was Choi Seungcheol “Seungcheol?” You mumble, in case you were wrong. The man’s eyes shot up to you and they almost immediately soften “Y/N??” He voice changed immediately after calling your name “you two know each other???” Wonwoo asks and you slowly nod, still in awe “it’s been awhile?” He chuckles.

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part 2 coming out 01/31/24 or 02/01/24 😽

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[pinkslipxox]

Pretty Pink Lips

Summary: Miko applies your lip gloss

Warnings: none, just fluff 💕

Enjoy!

***

“Eres tan hermosa, mami.”

A smile spreads on your lips at the compliment your girlfriend gave you. You look up with your eyes to see her with an equally bright smile on her face as she leans against the doorway, watching you as you put on the finishing touches of your makeup. Miko had made reservations for the two of you tonight at a restaurant, and you can’t help but feel excited. It has been a while since the two of you had gone out to dine since your schedules have kept you two busy.

“That is all you, Miko,” you reply softly as you finish applying eyeliner.

While your choice of outfit consists of a form fitted dress and heels, Miko opts for a black sleeveless crop top and baggy denim jeans that hang low on her hips. Her icy blonde hair is worn down and on her head is a white beanie. She keeps her makeup simple, consisting of mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. To top it all off, she’s even sprayed on some of her favorite perfume, and you love the smell of it as much as she does.

You are aware of your girlfriend watching you as you lightly dust your cheeks with a bit more blush. Aside from your lips, you are just about done with your makeup. Miko had bought you a new lip gloss set a few days ago, and with that in mind, you take it out from underneath the sink and start to take the packaging off. You choose a lovely pink colored gloss, and just as you are about to line your lips, Miko’s voice stops you.

“Can I do it?” she asks, her voice as sweet as honey, and you turn your head to look at her, smiling.

“Of course,” you reply and Miko enters the bathroom. She turns you around to face her and takes the lipliner and lip gloss from you. Your faces are merely inches away, the tips of your noses nearly brushing against each other’s, and you can’t help but bite your inner lip as you fight the urge to kiss her.

Miko holds your chin gently as she begins to trace your lips. Her eyebrows are lightly knit together in concentration as she focuses on her task, and you find it adorable. She briefly lets go of your chin to twist open the gloss tube.

“Hold still, Y/N,” she murmurs as she grips your chin again.

“Or what?” you tease and Miko chuckles.

“I’m almost done,” Miko promises. She carefully swipes the wand across your bottom lip. And then your top. She dips the wand back into the tube again and repeats the process again. It was as if she were painting a picture. You were the muse, and Miko was the artist.

“Have a look, nena,” she says as she lifts up a handheld mirror to your face.

“Wow,” you chuckle, admiring your perfectly lined and shimmering lips. “It looks amazing, Miko! Thank you so much.”

Miko beams. “No hay de que, Y/N. You look beautiful. Hell, you always do.”

You smile, her kind words always making you fall in love with all over again, and slowly lean in to fill in the small gap between you and your girlfriend.

“Espera, mami.” Miko gently stops you, her hands on your hips. “I dont want to mess up your lips.”

Yet the playfulness in her voice says otherwise.

You smirk. “I don’t mind.”

And that’s all Miko needs for her to lift your chin up and mold her lips onto yours, your lip glosses mixing into a deliciously sweet, sticky mess.

[yoanasf8sh1on]

Stockholm style and everything you need to know about it🪩🍸

1. So what really is a Stockholm style?

So we all have seen this gorgeous blonde Scandinavian girls with their comfortable but really cute at the same time clothes and golden jewelry in the social medias and we are all just a little bit jelly deep down but where does this style comes from? As the name says it comes from Stockholm which is the capital of Sweden. It's based of a stylish look but yet it's really practical and effortless. It's giving "that" girl kind of vibes, you know the one that has stylish outfits yet she looks so effortless.

2. So how do we achive this?

I am going to put this in couple of categories which are really important: colors, clothes, accessories and where to shop for this style.

3. Colors and Patterns

For colors it's really important to choose ones that go with almost everything. Since Sweden is made up of 14 islands and is surrounded by water I think one of the colors is very obvious-blue. And by that I don't mean neon blue but rather sky blue, navy blue, moonlight blue and etc. Another colors that are important in this style are white, grey, beige and overall colors that match with everything. For patterns definitely have a look on stripes and make sure that the combination of colors looks nice and minimalistic. For example blue and white vertical striped pants and beige and navy blue horizontal striped sweater.

4. Clothes

If you have taken a look of this aesthetic you may have seen linen pants, sweathers, grey or blue low waisted denim jeans and etc. But the linen pants are the "it" item of this aesthetic. They're effortlessly stylish and yet so comfortable. The most popular ones are white linen pants and the blue and white striped ones which you may have seen in Bershka or Brandy. For denim jeans like I said blue or grey washed low waisted jeans which you can find in Motel, Na-Kd, Bershka, the trift stores, Pull&Bear, Stradivarius, House and even in Shein but the quality and how they're made is just not good. For tops white and blue plays huge role. Tube tops, Skims shirts, ruffle shirts, off shoulders shirt and basic t-shirts are the mwah mwah. And of course if you're a dress and skirt type of girly then a ruffle skirt or a dress can look fantastic. For hoodies and sweathers the best ones are the "For the culture", "Stussy", "Ralph Lauren", "Cold Culture", "Kymas", "For artistic people", hoodies with university names in navy or white color, beige and navy blue/black striped horizontally sweathers, sweathers with the American flag like the Ralph Lauren one or the Brandy Melville one, grey/white/grey sweathers and minimalistic basic hoodies. Don't forget that in Sweden it's not too warm because it's located in Scandinavia so layering with cardigan, sweather or a hoodie is not a bad idea.

5. Shoes

For shoes we are going for sneakers like Golden Goose, Addidas Campus, Addidas Samba, Addidas Gazelle, white Converse, Veja, Ralph Lauren in white and navy blue logo, Hogan, New Balance 550, Valentino and last but not least Isabel Marant which are very very popular in Scandinavian girls' fashion and of coure UGGs.

6. Accessories

1. Make sure to find if you're a silver or a golden person beforehand because trust me on this one jewellery can make your fit. Chunky golden earrings are honestly the best ones our there. My personal favourites are the Bottega golden earrings. If you're not sure if you're a golden or a silver person then you can mix them both don't worry it's not a crime. Make sure to add chunky earrings, earrings that say "WOW" or "DREAM" on them, a lot of rings especially the ones that have a whole word for example silver ring with the word "WOW" on it(trust me it looks nice when you wear it), the chunky ones and just a lot of rings because you have 10 fingers why not put more than one, golden or silver bracelets and golden or silver watch.

2. For bags Longchamp tote bags especially in navy color, Ralph Lauren bags, Zadig and Voltaire Rock clutch bag, Bottega Veneta bag, Marc Jacobs "The Tote bag", Goyard bags, Stella McCartney bag.

Well that my stylish friends is the basic guide to the Stockholm style. For more fashion tips make sure to follow my account my little rockets. See you again with another informative/fashion related post xoxo🤍

[kingofthe-egirls]

SOUP: SANJI x Y/N

(a sequel to a sequel, this is based off "between what was and will be" by @thus-spoke-lo and the following "like it's the only thing i'll ever do" written by @zimzalabimmmmm. plz read these first!)

(cw: sanji has a pet hamster, reader had a hamster who recently passed, [same, so...sanji is helping me grieve], food, kissing, dirty talk, consent, safe word selection, slut/whore/daddy used, swallowing, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, self-insert, streamer, stars indicate switching narratives)

(a/n: ok so now im desperately in love with sanji so plz enjoy this self indulgent sequel to a sequel)

Songs: "i hope you know what you're doing" by KING MALA,"dirty dishes" by KING MALA, "punchline" by KING MALA

words: 5.6k

Sanji huffs as he gets back home, setting his backpack down by the door. He'd had another late shift, and his feet hurt.

He hums, loosening his tie on his way to the shower. He leaves a trail of discarded clothing in his wake, strewn across the wooden slats of his apartment hallway. Steam fills the bathroom as he starts the shower, raking his hand through sweaty hair.

The shower is slow, as he lazily scrubs his body down of all the latent smells of soy sauce, ginger, and garlic. He shakes his head under the stream of water, pushing his hair back to wash his face.

Someone knocks at the door.

He grunts, shutting the water off a little earlier than he would've liked. He rubs a scratchy towel over his head, throwing another one around his waist as he steps with wet feet back to his front door. What now?

He swings the door open without a second thought.

****

"Oh--!" You say, face filling with heat at the sight of your neighbor's steamy, nearly-naked form. "S-Sanji! Hi," you scratch at the back of your head, shuffling awkwardly now between your feet. Sanji, for his part, stares at you with parted lips.

"H-hey there!" He steps back a little, hiding half his frame behind his front door. "Sorry, love! I was just--showering." He grins a little, crooking a swirly eyebrow up a hitch. His hair is pushed back from his face for once, giving you the rare sight of both his blue eyes at once. You bite your lip.

"I can see that," you start, stepping a tad closer. "Sorry to interrupt."

"No, no! Not at all," he opens the door wider, allowing you to step in after him. He rushes off to the back of his apartment, swiftly escaping back to his bedroom to get dressed. "Make yourself at home, sweetest! There's iced tea and apples in the fridge!" He calls before kicking the door shut behind him.

****

Shit.

She looks familiar, somehow, and Sanji's not sure how to place it. She's lived next door in the apartment building since he's been here, so that's probably it, but...Sanji shakes his head.

She's waiting for him.

Sanji sighs, soap suds sliding down his calves as he casts about his closet for something suitable. She's--so pretty.

Sanji rakes his hands through sopping hair. He decides to just go with the first two articles of clothing he sees: a white t-shirt and dark blue denim jeans. He wonders if she's hungry.

"Sorry about that, sweetheart," he says, making his way back to his living room. She is not where he left her, hopefully helping herself to some iced tea from the fridge, but instead staring silently at his hamster habitat. She's crying.

"Sweetheart?" He asks again, slowly stalking towards her. She's been over once or twice before, sharing drinks or a dessert he'd whipped up, but never really more than that. She's definitely never cried in front of him.

"Sorry," she whispers, fingers ghosting over the shiny aquarium glass. His hamster is trudging through her colorful tubes, slowly making her groggy way to her food bowl. There's freshly sliced carrots and celery already filling up the dish. She traces the hamster's movement with watery eyes. "She's so pretty."

Sanji's heart softens, as he steps up to stand beside her.

"Brie," he introduces his lovely pet to his even lovelier neighbor, "She's about two months old, so she's still adjusting." The hamster in question is now sitting with her tiny hands holding a carrot slice. A soft, strangled sob echoes from her delicate throat. Sanji's hands go to her shoulders, almost as an instinct, "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

She shakes her head.

Fuck.

Sanji grimaces, as he recalls the last time a sad, beautiful woman stood crying in his apartment. He hopes this time won't be as soul-wrenching as that. She sniffles, still staring at his hamster.

"Mine died last night."

Sanji blanches.

"Oh! My love, I'm so sorry," he swiftly guides her away, back to the couch, and she sits gratefully. Her body bounces a bit, on the overstuffed leather seat. Her chest also bounces, but Sanji tries his hardest not to look. Well, not for too long, at least.

He's only human.

She shakes her head, wavy hair falling down her shoulders in soft sheets. She takes the tissues he hands her, and blows snot into the bundle. Her cheeks are dusted with freckles. She looks up at him, smiling for his sake. She's so...alive.

Real.

Sanji swallows.

"S'okay," she says, stuffy, "She was three and a half years old, so..." She trails off, staring at the tissues in her hands. She sort of looks like the hamster behind him, all hunched over with fretting claws.

Sanji raises his eyebrows, surprised. "Hamsters are only supposed to live for two." He regards his neighbor with a newfound reverence. Any friend of rodents is a friend in his book.

She smiles.

****

"Yeah, she was a starlet," you say, shaking a little as you laugh. "She had a nice bin cage, with lots of fresh veggies. I, um...wanted to bake a pumpkin pie for her. Since pumpkin seeds were her favorite--," you cut yourself off, face crumbling as you start to cry again. Sanji sits next to you. He strokes your shoulders, his hand rubbing soothing circles over the fabric of your soft crop top.

"What was her name?"

Your handsome neighbor softens his voice, leaning his head down to catch your salt-streaked gaze. You smile, squishing the wadded up tissues in your hands. "Snegurochka."

Sanji blinks.

You laugh, "It's Slavic. Russian for 'snow maiden.' It was snowing in April when I got her, three years ago. So, that's what I named her!"

Sanji smiles, too. His teeth sparkle in his overhead lighting. It's nice, and florescent. Like some sort of snazzy art gallery. His coffee table is frosted glass, too. His arm chair is deep blue velvet, and the couch you're sitting on is plush, butter-soft brown leather.

"Such a good name," he says, squeezing your shoulder. His arm is heavy around you, and you lean into the welcome weight and warmth. He stiffens, and you step back up to standing, immediately.

"M'sorry!" You say, stuffing the used tissues into your shorts pocket. "I shouldn't have come over here, I-I don't wanna just sob on your couch--,"

Sanji stands too, waving a hand to cut you off.

"Sit," he says, guiding your hand once again to take comfort in his presence. "Have you eaten today?"

You shake your head.

"Let's change that."

****

Sanji pulls out a large, serrated vegetable knife.

"Lucky for you," he says, giving the knife a deft twist, "Pumpkins are in season, and I just so happened to pick up a few from the farmer's market yesterday." He flourishes the knife, pointing to the squashes sitting big and orange on his counter. She smiles.

His chest squeezes, and he does his best to ignore it.

Dark-haired, pretty girls with soothing voices and sparkling eyes are his weakness, but he refuses to be caught in another spiderweb of sob story lovesickness.

"How about an autumn squash soup, hm? I have some stale bread I could toast into croutons--?" He glances up, to suddenly see her right in front of his face. She's leaning across the counter, pleading at him with hungry eyes.

"Squash soup is my favorite."

She's salivating already, silly as can be, at the mention of her favorite food. Sanji grins. Now that is something he can handle.

"Sit down," he instructs, slicing into the pumpkin's orange rind, "And let me serve you some soup."

****

Sanji works swiftly, twirling around his kitchen like some sort of ballet dancer. You watch him, stinging eyes tracking his every movement.

"Sugar!" You say suddenly, eyes popping open wide. Sanji falters for a second, standing at the sink to wash off his knife and cutting board. Everything he uses in this kitchen is top tier, chef grade shit.

"I'm out of sugar. That's why I came here? For the pie. But, um--sorry? I kinda roped you into cooking for me...," you trail off, scrunching your nose. You pick at the frayed end of your cuffed denim shorts. It's autumn, now, but you run hot and can't stand the heat. You're in shorts and sandals until the end of November, at least.

Sanji shakes his head, stirring the simmering squash in a large pot over the stove. He has a long wooden spoon and everything. He looks like some sort of model in a home décor magazine.

"Has anyone ever told you how handsome you are?"

You say it brashly, brazenly, with a tilt of your head. He had opened his mouth to wave away your second apology, but your own stupid mouth had opened itself first. You have ADHD, alright?

Impulsiveness is kinda your thing.

Sanji stutters, his back turned to you. His shoulders are tense through his cotton t-shirt. You tilt your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Is he uncomfortable? "S-sorry," you say again, sitting on your hands with your foot in your mouth. You swing your legs.

Sanji shakes his head, shooting you a glance over his shoulder.

"Not, uh--in those exact words," he says, smiling sheepishly from under a crop of straw-colored hair. His eyes are like sapphires. Well, the one that you can see is, anyway. He smiles tightly, before spinning back to stir the soup. It smells delicious.

"Shame," you say, plainly.

"Is that so?" He asks, intrigue scooting beneath his words. His accent is slightly English. You sip your iced tea.

"Mhmm!" You say, swirling the ice cubes around in the glass he gave you. It's heavy, with a thick base and a golden band around the rim. "Someone shoulda said something by now," you stick your fingers in the glass to pop out an ice cube. It's crushed, your favorite, and you happily crunch down on it. The coldness stings your teeth.

Sanji is smiling in earnest now, his shoulders relaxing down in their sockets. The soft fabric of his t-shirt stretches over the muscular planes of his back. You sip another mouthful of tea.

"How tall are you?"

You're no stranger to flirtation (obviously), and Sanji seems fun to praise. His eyes go all steamy and his hands start fidgeting.

"180 centimeters," he says swiftly, sprinkling spices into the simmering pot. You snort.

"What could that possibly mean?"

Sanji laughs, a good belly laugh, and you grin.

"Sorry, love," he winks at you, "That's about 5'11 in American."

****

She's delicious.

She speaks plainly, in stop-and-start sentences. She reminds him of his friend Luffy, sort of. She's as impulsive as he is, at least. Although she hasn't broken anything in his apartment. Yet.

She's as hungry as Luffy is, though, if not more.

She devours the soup he plates and hands to her, with roasted seeds and fresh croutons as a garnish. She has no table manners, opting to slurp the soup right out of the bowl. Honestly, it's kind of refreshing.

He's spent the last few months trying his damndest to get over his best friend. She'd broken his heart, consciously or not, and he's been nursing it ever since. He'd only had one night with her, and they'd never really been dating, but… Heartbreak is heartbreak and it sure as hell still hurts. She's off somewhere, moved back home, doing who knows what with whom.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, does it?

Now, he's the head chef at one of the city's finest artisan cafes, having brought French delicacies to the menu as a former sous chef of the Baratie. His head chef and mentor Zeff had recommended him for the job. It was difficult to leave the place he'd called home, but it felt like the right time to move on. After all, hadn't she?

Sanji clears his head, trying to savor his own spoonful of soup. It's almost perfect. "Here," he says, swiftly snatching the cinnamon from next to the stove. He shakes it a little over his soup, and then reaches over to top the lady's off, too. She smiles sweetly at him, and his heart clenches. He sniffs, spinning around to put the cinnamon away. She's stirring her spoon through the soup, mixing the spice in.

"Sanji," she says, spoon still halfway in her mouth, "This is so good."

Sanji smiles, flattered.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, mon cherie," he eyes the swiftly disappearing soup, "Let me know if you need seconds."

"Yes please!" She cries, happily handing him her now-empty bowl. There's a streak of orange on her upper lip. Sanji smiles, dancing around the counter's edge to stand in front of her. She's swinging her legs off the side of his leather bar stool.

Sanji pauses, gauging her expression, before swiftly wiping away the stripe of soup. He licks it off his thumb, savoring the spiced taste.

She watches his movements like a hawk.

****

Sanji is delightful.

He's sweet, chivalrous, and an excellent cook. And he's a small pet parent. A dreamboat, really. Like something out of your thirteen-year-old self's diary. So...you're understandably on edge.

"You're not a serial killer, are you?"

You ask it as easily as you asked for his height. Your questions are still not quite normal, though, since Sanji splutters on his soup. It's perfect, by the way. Your sweet, handsome neighbor coughs into a napkin as he recovers. You suck on your spoon.

"Uh--um, not that I'm aware of?"

You grin. "S'good enough for me!" You swing around in your seat, striding confidently around the counter to stand in front of him. He's a few inches taller than you. "Sanji?"

He stares at you.

"Thanks for the soup," you smile, and lean up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He moans--a soft, surprised thing--before you pull away.

Sanji's face is blood-red, and you hope you haven't crossed a line. You scrunch your eyebrows together. "Is...that okay? Sorry, shoulda asked--,"

Sanji has your face cupped in his hands, having swiftly set down his bowl to lace slender fingers through your hair. He plays with it, softly.

"S'alright," he says, eyes half-lidded. "Still need some sugar, love?"

You smile like the sun.

And then Sanji is lowering his face to yours, and you eagerly press up to meet his lips halfway. He tastes like the squash soup you just ate.

"Hmmph!" He moans, as you slide your tongue between his lips. His hands tighten in your hair, gently pulling on the strands. Your own palms trace their way up his muscular chest and around his neck. You lift up on your tiptoes again, trying to deepen the kiss.

Sanji wraps his arms around your waist, and lifts you up to set you back down on the counter. He slides in between your legs, never breaking the kiss once. You suck on his bottom lip, gently.

"Sweetheart," he moans into your mouth, his hands scratching along your scalp. Streaming's nowhere near as fun as this. You hum, pleased, tilting your head to accept the gesture. Sanji's lips quickly find their place at your pulse point, and suck gently. He slides his tongue up and down your neck, as you gasp. A full body shiver runs over your spine. Your toes curl up as your legs instinctually wrap around him. You pull him closer.

Closer.

"Sanji--," you gasp, pulling on his hair to stop him from making you squirt right there. Your neck is sensitive, to say the least. "Is this a date?"

Sanji smiles, running his thumb along your bottom lip. His swirly eyebrow arches delicately. "Only if you want it to be."

You smile, nodding sheepishly.

He stills, half-parted lips two inches from your own. "So...did you really need sugar, or...?"

You stop, blush forming along your cheeks. Sanji laughs, long and loud, before resting his head on your collarbone. He leaves kisses there, sweetly. You snicker, scratching your fingers through his satin hair. "Sorry...," you tease, tracing the line of his t-shirt's collar.

Sanji hums, before pulling back. He tugs on the waistband of your denim shorts. His eye is hooded in lust. "Make it up to me, will you darling?"

You grin, biting your lip as you bounce up and down in your seat.

"Gladly."

****

She is incapable of sitting still.

Once Sanji has her in his bedroom, she is all restless and fidgety and handsy as all shit. She's enamored with his chest, tracing her delicate fingertips over his abs and pressing her thumbs into his stomach.

"Tickles," he says, circling his hands around her wrists. She looks up, sheepish.

"Sorry,” she says, leaning forward to kiss him again. She leaves sloppy kisses all over his chin and cheeks. Sanji shudders out a breathy laugh, letting her trail soft kisses down his throat. "Soup was just--really good, is all."

Sanji laughs, outright.

"So glad you think so," he says, sliding his hands around her waist to bring her onto his lap. She giggles, wrapping her own arms around his neck. She kisses him, again.

"Such a good kisser," she says, sliding her tongue along his bottom lip. Sanji's hard as fuck right now, and his hips buck up involuntarily.

"Sweetheart," he says, squeezing the fat of her hips where she straddles him. "What else can I do for you, hm?”

****

Soup has always been your favorite food. And food has always been the way to your heart. And your heart has always been the way to your bed. Sanji fiddles with the ends of your hair. He’s asking you for service, for what he can provide.

But he tastes so good, pumpkin still left coating his sliding tongue as he kisses you again. You hum.

“Sanji, will you let me thank you? For the soup,” you say, scritching through his hair. It’s flaxen, light gold with shimmery highlights.

He stares at you.

You take his silence for acceptance—at least until he says so—and sit up so you can start pulling your shirt off over your head. It’s a tie dye crop top—purple and blue—and you paired it with a lacy bralette. Sanji traces the edges of the silky fabric, his fingertips brushing over the swell of your breasts. He’s salivating, by now.

“Of course, milady,” he says, smiling at you, “Who am I to deny such a beautiful maiden?” He squeezes your tits in slender hands. You shiver.

“You speak like a dude from a romance novel,” you tease, letting him knead your breasts through the fabric. You shift, rolling your hips onto his hardening cock. Your denim shorts press up against your clit, the seam finding just the right spots.

“Is that a bad thing?”

You shake your head, instead opting to pull your bralette off, too.

Sanji stares at your body, marveling at your soft flesh as he plays with your tits for you. He circles his soft thumbs around your areolas, then flicks at your sensitive nipples. You hiss, drawing in a sharp breath through your teeth. He stares at you, gauging your reactions with the steady confidence of a lover.

“So fucking sweet for me,” he murmurs, before lowering his head to gently suck on one of your nipples. His fingers play with the other one, and you tilt your head back in bliss.

“Sanji—,” you hiccup, hips rolling into his instinctually. “So good—,”

“Sweetheart,” he moans again, his favorite nickname for you, “Service turns me on, darling. Please let me serve you?”

How could you possibly say no to that?

“Sure!” You chirp happily, still straddling his lap. He lifts you up, switching positions so you’re lying against the bed, head cushioned by soft pillows. You snuggle in. “I like being a sub,” you raise your eyebrows suggestively, “Safe word’s ‘scarecrow.’”

Sanji nods, repeating the safe word back to you. “Scarecrow, got it,” he murmurs against your exposed stomach. He hovers over you, supporting himself on his hands as he presses a line of kisses above the waistband of your shorts. He fingers the silver button below your belly. His eyes meet yours, hair softly falling into his face. He looks like an angel. “Anything else I should know?”

“Spanking’s hot,” you say, shifting in place as heat courses through you. Sex is your favorite thing. “But slaps anywhere else are a no go. I like slut and whore as pet names. And princess,” you start to list your kinks off on your fingers, “I like calling you daddy, if that’s okay? Also restraints, and tickling, and ASMR!”

Sanji nods at each fetish, visibly making note of them for later.

“What about you?”

Sanji sits up, still playing with the button of your shorts. He’s achingly hard in his jeans, and you want to touch. So you do.

“S-sex,” he stutters, as you touch him through his jeans. “Sucking on your skin, leaving marks,” his head tilts back as you palm his hard cock.

You’re sitting up on one elbow, sliding your hand up and down the line of his shaft. He’s hard and thick, and sort of longer than you’re sure you can handle. You bite your lip, feeling just how aroused he is. You can’t wait to see him.

“Switching sometimes, between sub and dom. Strap-ons,” he shudders, curving his spine around his center. You draw a line up his shaft with one finger. “Sucking your tits, size difference, hentai shit—,” he sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Restraints are hot as fuck.”

“On you or me?”

“Either.”

Shit.

“Let’s watch porn together sometime,” you suggest, “So we can see what turns each other on.”

Sanji growls, low in his throat. He's leaning back, abs clenching as you play with him. He stares down at you with one, glittering eye. “So fucking sexy…did you know that, sweet girl?"

You hum, “I’ve heard.”

He smirks, and slowly makes his way down to the waistband of your shorts.

“Daddy’s gonna take care of you now, okay?” His stubble tickles your stomach, and you nod. He teeths at the denim, and sparks follow in his wake. He peers up at you through his bangs, blue eyes shadowed in lust. “So be a sweet girl and lie back for me.”

Sheepish, you obey.

Sanji starts licking at the inside of your thigh. He pinches the fat of the upper part, just below the cuff of your shorts. He massages your legs, slowly working his way up and down them again. His lips are heaven.

“Sanji…,” you say, squirming your hips in place, “Stop teasing?”

“Okay, okay,” he amends, lifting up to slide your shorts down your legs. He discards them off to the side, leaving you in your striped underwear. He lies down on his stomach, between your legs. Shivers run down your spine. Sanji stares at you for one moment more, seeing the lust and adoration in your eyes. You squeak, something small and excited, and he smirks. “So needy for me, hm?”

You nod, ferociously.

“Please.”

Sanji hums, and places a single kiss to your clothed clit. He strokes a finger over the wet patch of your panties, pressing into your soaking slit.

He starts slowly, smooching around your pussy to gauge your scent, your expressions, your sounds. He slips two fingers into the side of your undies, sliding along your soaking folds, and you arch your back with a whine. “Sensitive,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “May I start, my love?”

“Mhmm!!!”

He giggles at your eagerness, and slides your underwear down and over your legs. He tosses them to the side. “Stunning,” he gasps, eyes widening as he spreads your legs. “Pretty girl, such a slut for Daddy, aren’t you? So needy,” he circles your knee, seeing your pussy flutter at his praise. He makes a mental note of how he’s pleasing you, every twitch and moan as he explores the new, strange and beautiful thing that is another’s body. He’s so glad to have you in his bed. “Spread your legs for me, sweetness.”

****

She obeys.

Sanji lies down on his stomach, spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs. She’s soaking, for him.

“Please, Sanji—,” she gasps for him, straining her hips closer to his face. She’s already flushed and ready, hands balled into fists in the sheets.

“S'alright, love," he says, breath fanning over the soft hairs on her lips. She purrs, staring at him as smug as a jungle cat. He stops, seeing the sudden darkness that flashes in her eyes. Sanji licks his lips.

He slides his tongue across her slit experimentally, the tip of his tongue swirling up and around her clit. She arches, sighing at the sensation. Sanji starts to spell his name. She croons, eyebrows raised as her breathing quickens.

"So soft," she whispers, hand going to tug at his hair, "Faster?"

Sanji serves.

He swipes his tongue, faster but not harsher, in swift circles around her swollen clit. His arms encircle her thighs, hands holding onto the creases of her hips. She has a roll of fat over her belly, which swells every time she curls forward to watch him. Her mouth is open, parted like a peach ring, as she stares down at his movements through darkening eyes.

"Sweet girl," he says against her, voice reverberating through her heat. His fingers stroke at her entrance, slick with arousal, and he pushes delicately inside. She clenches around his finger, swollen and searing against his skin. She whines, his own body answering her with a gasping thrust. His cock has been hard for a few minutes now, and he rubs his hips into the mattress.

"Suck harder," she commands, grasping at his hair. He lets her guide his head to where she wants him, which is apparently with his lips sucking hard around her clit. 

Sanji slides two fingers into her pussy, starting to thrust gently with his hand. She scrunches her eyebrows, squirming side to side. "Slower," she says, so he stills his pace to flutter them inside her, instead. She's squishy and warm, and Sanji's eyes roll back in his head. He's being just as loud as she is, sighing and moaning at every breath.

"Sa-ah-anji!"

She's squeezing around his fingers, as he feels her release and clench over and over again. He slows his movements, tracking her short rasps as he lightens the suction on her clit. 

"So good," she says, voice high-pitched and scratchy. She pushes up to sitting, sweaty and flushed, as she makes grabby hands for his face. "C'mere?"

Sanji obliges.

She smiles, taking his scruffy cheeks in between her palms. She pecks sweet, little kisses all over his face. His own breathing is ragged and heavy, and she grins at him seductively. "Your turn!"

Sanji slides onto his side, letting her straddle his legs. His cock is achingly hard through his jeans, and she finally, finally releases it as she tugs his pants down his muscular thighs.

"So pretty…," she whispers, shiny eyes taking in the sight of his weeping dick. She strokes her thumb over the head, smearing precum along the heated skin. Sanji hisses as she slowly lowers her swollen lips to his cockhead, sucking gently. She stares at him, eyes open wide and curious. So he lets her learn his body, too. She rubs her thumb along the vein on his underside, and he gasps. She grins, lifting off his cock to tongue at the tip in soft, fluttery licks.

"S'okay?" 

She swirls her hand up and down his shaft. Her wrist curves at his base, and then twists deftly as she strokes him up and down. Sanji whimpers, a sound he's embarrassed to make, but she sparkles at it. She bites her lip, turning her attention now to his dick completely.

She lowers down her head, and takes him all the way to the base.

"Holy shit–," he curls his fingers in her hair, holding on for dear life. It's taking everything in him not to start fucking her throat as hard and fast as he fucking can, but–she's delicate, divine, and was crying just forty minutes earlier. Now, however, his heart squeezes as he sees sparkly tears forming at the corners of her lashes. She's smiling, somehow, even as she wraps her lips around his shaft. He groans, heat coursing through him at every lick and suckle.

His abs clench, and he knows he can only stay still for so much longer.

"Sweetheart," he gasps, "Can I fuck your face?"

She moans, long and lewd, as she nods on his cock.

Sanji grips her head tighter, securing her in place, before he starts thrusting gently into her mouth. His head is squeezed by the back of her throat, constricting and releasing as she struggles to breathe. She blows long, shaky breaths through her nose as she takes him.

"So good, baby," he praises her, stroking her cheekbone with a shaky finger. She smiles with her eyes, crinkling up at the edges. Her pupils are blown. She hums, reverberating through his shaft, as she lets him hit it deeper. 

Sanji lets his head hit the pillow, senses clouding over with sweet pleasure. He shallowly thrusts into her face, stealing glances at her flushed cheeks and fucked out expression as he does.

She starts fondling his balls, and Sanji gasps.

His abdomen clenches, and it's not long before he's finishing down her throat.

"Shit–," he groans through a wave of shimmering white sensations, as she swallows as much of his cum as she can. Slipping down her chin, he watches rivulets of his own spunk drip onto the sheets below her face. He groans, an audible break in his voice. 

"S'good," she praises him, popping off him with a smack. She licks her lips. "Sweet, actually, Sanji. Damn," she snickers, shaking her head, "Shit's never actually tasted good for me, hah."

Sanji laughs, breathy and loud.

(She makes him laugh).

Sanji doesn't know what to do with that thought, so instead he sits up and grabs her chin in his fingers. He thumbs at her bottom lip, and she opens her mouth. He inspects her, his own mouth parted at the ecstasy. She sticks her tongue out, eyes crossing upwards in an ahegao.

"Now, where did my little slut learn that?" 

She giggles. "I like hentai, too." She says with an arch in her eyebrows. She's glowing, soft and flushed, with something striking behind her smile. She looks like something he'd see in a rain forest. Smart, with sharp claws and sharper teeth. She drags an acrylic nail down the spasming muscles of his stomach. Sanji swallows.

She traces the line of his hip bones.

She flicks her falcon's eyes back up to his sweaty face. She is naked, but seems stronger for it. Empowered. Sanji, however, feels weak as shit beneath her predator's gaze.

"Sanji," she says, something artemesian in her soft tone, "Sex with you is really sweet." She flicks her eyes up to him, as something else gut punches him in surprise. She likes him. 

Sanji swipes at his nose, already feeling the trickles of blood starting to slip out of his nostrils. She's a huntress, and he her prey.

"S-so glad you think so," he says, sliding out of bed as elegantly as he can. He grabs the tissues off his dresser and stuffs some up his nose. "Sorry," he says, nasally, "Nosebleed."

She snorts.

"Hentai shit, indeed."

Sanji shakes his head.

"So…," she pushes off the bed, naked and alluring. She crosses the distance between them, staring at him like he's something marble and statuesque. She assesses his form, stroking her fingers along his biceps. "Secrets time."

Sanji stops. "Oh?"

She nods, sheepish. "Have you…seen me before?" She tilts her head, something subtle under her words that he can't quite place. She sighs, "Like…on the internet?"

Sanji's eyes widen.

"Oh." 

Something about her is familiar, he realizes. She's been on his phone screen more than once, with a saved ASMR tab on his incognito browser. StarlaStreams. He's been listening to her streams for a few weeks now. She's soothing; helps him relax.

"Starla!" He says, surprised, "I'm surprised I didn't recognize you sooner, actually." He steps aside to dispose of the tissues stuffed up his nose. He sniffs, swiping his forearm under his nostrils.

She sways forward, hands held behind her back. She's flirting with him, sweet and silly as can be. "So...is that a like, cool thing?"

Sanji answers without a second thought.

"Yes."

Sanji stares at her, and she preens beneath his gaze. She lets him trace her features with his eyes, swinging her hips side to side.

StarlaStreams is standing in his bedroom. She's not wearing makeup, and she's shorter in person than he would have thought.

He's used to seeing her all set up for her streams: Sailor Moon style wigs and soft pink blushes across her highlighted nose, false lashes batting sparkly at the camera. But now he can see her features as clear as day, suddenly recognizing her soft voice and sweet smile.

She arches an eyebrow, and Sanji feels something akin to fear shoot through his gut (and his dick).

And then something fiery and dark flashes behind her eyes, and she's pounced on top of him, legs wrapping around his waist as she leaps into his arms. His hands go to catch her, supporting her thighs as she sticks her tongue down his throat. She cackles into his mouth.

"Sweet!"

****