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viennakarma · 8 months

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After you

Fernando Alonso x reader

Summary: There's a life before becoming Fernando's sugar baby and there's a life after becoming his sugar baby.

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: Smut, female reader, +18, sex (p in v), unprotected sex, established relationship, sugar baby x sugar daddy, Dom!Nando, little breath play (choking), spanking, face slap, a bit of dirty talking, degradation, overuse of pet names (bc it's spanish duh!), big age gap (reader is early 20s, in college), everything implicitly consensual, not beta read

Note: i'd like to start by saying you nando fuckers were right and these 3 fernando media (see above) changed my life forever, thank you. gentle reminder that english is not my first language (so please bear any mistake), I'm also considering taking requests for F1 drabbles and oneshots, would anyone be interested?

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As soon as you enter the flat, you take off your overcoat and leave it behind the door. You go to your room, but you stop when you see several gift boxes laying on the floor beside the bed, which you recognize the brands, Tiffany, La Perla, Chanel, among others. But you feel exhausted from college finals and you leave the boxes behind and head straight for the bathroom.

Eight months ago, when you lived in a tiny dorm on campus, working two shifts beyond university to pay for your studies, all these brands used to be a distant luxury you would never afford on your own.

But there was a life before becoming Fernando Alonso's sugar baby; and another one after all that.

Now you have a nice, comfortable, luxurious apartment close to campus, your university is fully paid for months in advance, and you don't have to use the dorm's communal bathroom. It sometimes feels like a dream and you think you're going to wake up back in that moment much earlier.

You fill the bathtub and take off your clothes, looking in the mirror, you see two hickey marks near your breasts. Fernando was mindful not to leave marks in visible places. You step into the tub and allow yourself to be enveloped by the scented salts and bubble soap. You rub yourself slowly, pushing away all the tiredness and stress of the entire day, using the shower gel that Fernando liked on you.

After scrubbing yourself down, you step out of the shower wrapped in a fluffy robe. You dry your hair with the dryer, and head back to the bedroom.

On top of the gifts there is a note that you missed before.

“To my girl, I know you worked really hard to do well on your finals. Enjoy your gifts. See you tonight, cariño. - Fernando"

You open Tiffany’s blue box first, it's the smallest one. Contains a pair of star-shaped diamond earrings, and a silver necklace with a matching pendant. You smile when you realize that it's been eight months and he already knows your taste for clothes and accessories. The second box you open is a Coco de Mer, a lingerie brand. With two pairs of lingerie inside, both in lace, one black, with stockings and garter belt and the other red, transparent with ribbons that cross the abdomen.

Getting out of bed, you pull on the black one, adjust the stocking on the garter belt and hang the robe in the bathroom again, staring at your reflection in the mirror, barely registering the messy young misfit you were just months ago.

The other boxes mostly contain clothes and accessories. Pants, skirts, dresses, handbags, wallets and backpacks. After taking a look at everything, you take the pieces to the closet and leave them on the chair to arrange later.

Then you hear the sound of the front door opening and you know it's Fernando. You lay down on the bed and wait for him. Lying on your stomach with your butt in the air, you look at Fernando when he enters. He's not wearing his team shirt, he's just wearing a white shirt and denim pants. He stares at your body, but your eyes settle on a box in his hand, he puts the box, his phone and wallet on the bedside table. He smiles, moving closer and bending over to leave a gentle bite on your ass. His masculine scent envelops you and you feel the urge to rip his clothes off and push him on the bed, and ride his cock until the sun comes up tomorrow.

“Hi, bebé,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your temple, “How were the exams?” he asks as he sits on the king size bed, his back against the headboard. He pats his own thigh, and you quickly crawl up, onto his lap sitting facing him. You hope he feels your underwear wet with anticipation.

“Thermodynamics was easy, but Quantum Physics, not so much,” you say, as he opens the box that you know as one of Belgian chocolates, your favorite.

“You’ve studied so hard for both, so I think you'll do well,” he says, pulling out a chocolate with almonds from the box. With his other hand, he grips your hip.

He brings the chocolate up to your mouth and you take a bite, wiggling in his lap as the chocolate melts in your mouth.

“You did so well on your test last week,” he compliments, and his gentle tone turns you on even more. You feel his fingers making way inside the lace of your panties and you hold on to his shoulders, keeping your balance and granting more access to you.

He takes another chocolate from the box and takes a bite of it as his fingers find your pussy. Fernando rubs his index and middle fingers, spreading your wetness. You melt into his arms and place your hand on the back of his neck. He gives you the second piece of chocolate at the same time as his fingers penetrate you. You're so wet, his fingers slide easily inside, massaging your pussy calmly, oh so calmly that you roll your hips into his fingers, trying to make him go faster.

“Quiet, princesa,” he commands, and you stop the hip movement. He shoves the fingers that were holding the chocolate into your mouth, and you suck hard until his fingers are clean.

His other hand, the one inside your panties, you feel keeping the maddening slow pace, completely ignoring the need for relief in your clit. You slide a hand down your belly to bring it to your clit, but he takes your hand away and cups your chin, a possessive look in his brown-almost-green eyes.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?" he asks brusquely, and you just stare at him. “Eh? Did I?”

“No,” you reply huskily, knowing he can feel you getting even wetter at his firm tone. He slaps your cheek, and your pussy throbs around his fingers, you can see in his eyes that he feels it. And he absolutely loves it.

“No, what?” he says, a smug smirk on his face.

“No, sir.” you say and he strokes the cheek he slapped. Fernando takes your chin and pulls your lips to his. He kisses you obscenely, with lips and tongue and his face inching up against yours.

“I know your week has been pretty stressful, then behave yourself so you can get your reward, okay?” he says in a gentle tone, finally picking up the speed of his fingers and pushing the palm of his hand against your swollen clit. You whimper, holding a moan in your throat and the urge to move your hips to keep pace with him and come faster, but you hold back.

Then Fernando's phone rings, interrupting the two of you. He lets the phone ring, and you groan when his other hand grips your hip tightly, squeezing your ass. The phone stops ringing, but then it rings again.

“No, Nando, please… Don't answer it, Papi” you whimper, already feeling his fingers stop stimulating you. He grabs your hips and places you to the side, back on the bed.

“So needy, bebé,” he mutters, biting softly on your chin before getting up, “I need to pick this call, babygirl. Won’t be long, yeah?” He grumbles, taking the phone from the nightstand. you watch as Fernando answers, muttering “Alonso speaking,” as he leaves the room.

Frustrated, you lie back on the mattress and stare at the ceiling, knowing he's probably going to take longer than he said he would. He always took long calls about his team, or his car, or whatever. It's almost involuntary as your hands slide down your abdomen and you rub your thighs together to get some friction. With your hands, you gently pinch your nipples through the lace of your bra, feeling a hypersensitive moan escape your lips. You slide your hands and press your clit over the wet panties, just looking for some relief while he doesn’t come back.

The need for release is stronger than you are as you slide your hand inside your panties, circling your clit with pressure, gasping.

At that moment, Fernando re-enters the room, and you quickly remove your hand. But the furious look on his face tells you he already caught you red handed. Heart racing, you watch as he clicks his tongue in a reproving gesture. He walks into the closet and returns with a pair of leather cuffs.

“I thought I made myself clear…” he murmurs, yanking hard on your wrists to get you to your feet, “You only touch yourself with my permission.”

You swallow hard when he cups your face and then slaps you across the face. You bite your bottom lip, smiling. He takes your wrists and secures them with the restraints, behind your back. Fernando slaps you again, and you feel the wetness pool in your panties.

“You love it, don't you?” He smirked with another slap. “Being treated like the slut you are. My slut. Knees on the floor,” he commands, his tone doesn't leave space for anything other than obedience.

His firm touch on the back of your neck compels you down until your knees meet the floor. You feel your mouth water as he starts struggling with his own belt, undoing the buttons on his pants just enough to pull his cock out. You immediately wet your lips and open your mouth, expecting to feel him on your tongue.

He shoves his cock into your mouth all at once, almost reaching your throat, and you have to control your gagging, eyes immediately watering.

“Open wide, babygirl” he gasps, taking control of slowly sliding into your mouth. He massages your face, as if to relax your jaw further. “Yes, just like that” he moans softly as he touches your throat.

He holds your head, keeping you still as the only movement is in his hips, his cock fucking your mouth. As you adjust to the volume of him moving in and out of your mouth, he picks up speed and you feel saliva wetting his entire length and running down the side of your mouth, dripping to your chin.

“Want me to fuck you, huh?” he asks but doesn't release you from his cock so you're able to answer. “Want to cum, bebé?”

He doesn’t let you go, nor does he take his cock out of your mouth. So you just hum around him, the vibration of your voice making him let out a groan.

“I don't know…” He pretends to think a little, his hips stuttering. “You disobeyed me, didn't you? I don't think you've earned your reward yet.”

He pulls his cock away from your mouth, and you watch a trail of saliva break from the distance. You close your mouth, taking the opportunity to relax your jaw.

“¿Cuál es tu color? (what's your color?)” he asks, his voice going immediately tender, looking down on you.

“Verde. (green)”

“Up you go” Fernando points to the bed as he removes the belt from the cases of his pants, and you quickly get to your feet and throw yourself face down on the mattress, your arms still pinned behind you. “On all fours” He commands and you obey, the top of your head pressed into the pillow and your ass in the air.

You feel his fingers gently rub up and down on your hips, and then he finally removes your panties. Not an instant later, you feel the belt snap on your ass, stinging.

“What did you do wrong, princesa?” he asks, then hits you with the belt once again, making you shiver.

“I touched myrself without-” you cut yourself off with a mewl when you feel the crackle of the burning leather belt again, “-Without your-” Two consecutive hits make you whimper against the pillow, but you keep going, because you know that if you stop, he will start your punishment again, “-Without your permission" you complete, panting loudly. He hits you three more times and you feel like you could come with just one touch on your clit.

“Without your permission, who?” And two more cracks of the leather against your asscheeks. The frustration of wanting to come is so great that you feel your abdomen trembling.

“Without your permission, sir!” you almost scream, desperate. So thirsty for his touch you know you’re dripping with desire and ruining the sheets.

“I don't know…” He says, as if he's thinking out loud as his hands caress your buttocks, “Do you think you deserve to come?"

“Yes please! Nando please! I want it so bad, papi…” you don't feel ashamed to beg, when your body so badly needs relief, something only he can give you.

You feel him move behind you, and a second later, his cock fills you in one movement, making you scream his name into the pillow.

“Oh, always perfect for me…” He groans, pulling out only to slam back in again. His hands secure the restraint on your wrists, your hands manage to touch his forearm and you sink your nails into his skin for balance.

Your eyes roll in your head, pleasure consuming you like flames as his hips keep pounding into you, and you feel grateful for his demanding exercises routine from motorsports, because it makes his stamina last so long. You feel hypersensitive, like you can feel the friction in every molecule in your body, the pleasure in your pussy and he just keeps going, Fernando’s groaning louder by the second.

You feel when the orgasm approaches, that tingling in your body and your pussy contracting desperately. But then he stops, withdrawing his cock. You whimper in desperation, the orgasm slipping away again.

“Fernando, please! Please, I need you…” you scream as he plunges into you, so deep he takes your breath away for an instant. One of his hands grips your hips and the other travels up your spine until it closes around the back of your neck.

Then he circles his hand around your neck and pulls you up until you're on your knees, your hips pressed against his as he thrusts harder, making your tits bounce with the movement. The only thing separating his chest from your back is the grip on your wrists between your bodies.

“Please, Nando! I’m so close- can- can I cum?”

“Go on, you can cum. I want to feel it,” he orders, squeezing your throat, obstructing your breathing slightly. It’s his accented voice that pushes you off the cliff, the orgasm finally seizing you so hard you see stars in your vision, shivering as he holds you firmly up.

Your orgasm soon makes him come too, his groan in your ear as his hips push against you, slowing down as he fills you up.

When Fernando lets go of your neck, you fall limp on the bed, face first against the pillows. You feel his fingers release you from the restraints, and your arms fall to your sides. Fernando holds your wrists, massaging lightly. He kisses your shoulder softly and you smile lazily, all worn out, the way he likes you the most.

“Are you ok, princesa?” you hear him as you close your eyes.

“Yes, cariño. Never been better.” You murmur.

You keep your eyes closed as he wipes between your legs, and you feel as he rubs the soothing ointment onto your buttocks, then he uses a makeup wiper to clean your face. Fernando considers aftercare as important as sex, and you can't deny that you love the part of being lovingly pampered by him right after being fucked senseless.

Finally, he turns off the lights, pulls back the covers and lies beside you, your naked body being fully embraced by him. You get goosebumps when he nuzzles your neck, his beard tickling and making you giggle.

“I missed you a lot, mi cielo” He mutters against your skin.

“I missed you too, Nando. I loved seeing you so happy with that podium,” you say, pulling his hand up and kissing his knuckles.

“Thank you, maybe next time you should go cheer for me,” he kisses your collarbone.

“I’ll think about it, yeah?” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, “maybe after finals.”

“I'm sure you'll get high scores on your tests, bebé” he whispers, and you feel a rush of joy at making him proud.

#fernando alonso #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x you #formula 1 #formula one #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 #fanfic #imagine #one shot #smut

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omgthatdress · 1 year

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the major takeaway from last night is that Karl Lagerfeld was more of a personality than a designer and that Yves Saint Laurent was the clear winner of that rivalry.

For those who aren’t familiar, Karl Lagerfeld and Yves Saint Laurent were both fashion wunderkinds who emerged in the late 1950s, both appointed heads of major brands at the same time, and had very intense rivalry. Yves Saint Laurent took over Dior after the passing of Christian Dior, helped cement the brand as a major player in fashion, and then after a disastrous stint being drafted into the French army, built his own fashion brand that went down in history with its unique and diverse and always evolving looks.

Karl was always kind of behind Yves. He designed for a lot of major fashion brands, and managed to establish himself at the top of the game at Chloé, but he didn’t get his full on legendary status until he took over Chanel in 1983. This history of the Chanel brand was already pretty frought, with Coco Chanel modernizing and defining the fashion of the 1920s and 30s, but being forced to shut down during World War 2, during which she collaborated with the Nazis. Behind the Bastards did a pretty great two episodes on her. When the brand returned in the 60s, fashion had changed tremendously. Dior, Givenchy, Balenciaga, and Balmain had all taken over mid-century fashion, and now that aesthetic was being taken over by mod, the miniskirt, and the likes of Mary Quant, Pierre Cardin, and Paco Rabanne. So when Chanel came back it was largely seen as a stuffy old lady brand, which it remained until Karl took it over.

Now, this is where Karl actually did something really impressive that you honestly can’t take away from him: he took a fashion house in severe decline, one that had been in its flop era for literal decades, and he made it hip again, while still managing to stay true to the ethos that Coco Chanel had laid out.

Chanel is clean, minimalistic, and classy. It is easy to wear, effortless, and always extremely glamorous, which is what made it so iconic in the 20s and 30s. Given that the 50s and 60s were all about making a fucking effort, the thing that the brand managed to keep doing well was its suits. You know what kind of suits I’m talking about. Tweed jackets and midi skirts, neat tailoring, delicate pastel colors, pearls and camellias and chains. It’s not so much that it was edgy and exciting but it was expensive and it was *Chanel* and people wore it for the status symbol alone. That is what Karl took advantage of and managed to re-invent.

That sort of aesthetic fit perfectly into the you-can-never-be-too-rich-or-too-skinny 80s, when wearing status symbol clothing was everything.

Then, in the 90s, he managed to keep things exciting by following exactly what was on-trend at the time and incorporating elements of street wear and hip-hop.

However, after that, he kind of lost his edge and just rested on “it’s Chanel” rather than actually pushing the fashion envelope. By the time he died in 2019, he was a fucking dinosaur and fashion had long since moved past him. The thing that he was ultimately most well known for was his own very distinctive look and flamboyant personality.

Before I ever started studying fashion, I knew who Karl was because I’d seen him so many times, and I’d seen parodies of him so many times. I knew *him* but I didn’t really know his work. And I think having an incredibly boring Met Gala dedicated to him reveals that: his actual artistic legacy is skinnier than the models he used to berate. Karl Lagerfeld built his brand on his diva personality, and that sort of personality and outlook just isn’t hip anymore. Fashion is always about moving forward, and Lagerfeld’s beliefs should remain fossilized in the past.

#Karl Lagerfeld #Met Gala

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m0llygunn · 8 months

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underdressed (eddie munson x fem!reader)

continuation of coco chanel (can be read as a stand alone but makes more sense with the first part)

summary: following coco chanel’s infamous rule of taking one thing off before leaving the house, Eddie is left feeling desperately needy for you.

contents: 18+! mature language, porn with (some) plot, smut, allusions to semi-public male masturbation, oral (f receiving), p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, pet names, eddie being desperate a/n: coco chanel is rolling in her grave im so very sorry please forgive me wc: 4k

“Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and take one thing off.” “It is always better to be underdressed.” -Coco Chanel

Handsy. That’s the best way you could describe how Eddie’s been the whole night.

Hands on your waist, hands on your hips, hands slipping under the hem of your dress.

You’ve gone without underwear before, but you suppose Eddie’s never been so blatantly aware of it until the night’s over. Starting the night with this knowledge has Eddie permanently feeling you up for your lack of underwear, over and under your dress.

Fingertips trailing up the hem of your dress, grazing the crease where your thighs meet the flesh of your ass, dancing as high and as close to your core as he can before you stop him out of courtesy for the people around you. It’s been the same thing on repeat, over and over, him trying to feel his way into getting you to go home.

When that doesn’t work, his head is permanently pressed to your neck whispering whatever he can to convince you.

“Baby, let’s go. We have to go,” he whispered into your ear at one point. When you continued talking to a friend, he pressed his hips into yours from behind, making you blatantly aware of his issue at hand. It wasn’t shocking though, he started the night with an erection and it’s been on and off since—mostly on though, and pressed firmly against your ass.

Another point in the night, his hips pressed to yours, he was whispering every single word he has on reserve just for you in a desperate attempt to get you home. “Feel how hard my cock is for you, baby?” he grumbled into your ear, forearms snaking around your waist, pulling you even further into him. “Can't wait to sink into your pretty pussy, make you feel so good. You want that?” he groaned, pressing his lips just under your ear. You did want that, but his desperation became your entertainment.

You wanted to see just how far he would go.

“We go home now, I’ll make you feel so good. Promise, baby.”

“Fuck— come with me to the bathroom, please, baby. Need you so bad.”

“I’ll take you right here. Need you. Can’t stop thinking about you around my cock” —that one got a laugh out of you.

Your final bout of entertainment for the night was when he disappeared for far too long. You spared a perfunctory glance around for him, but you knew where he was— you knew where he was off to as soon as his hips left yours, parting himself from you with a quick kiss to your cheek and a totally incomprehensible mumble of where he was going.

The heels of your shoes tapping on the tiled floor of the empty men’s bathroom give you away instantly. A regretful ‘fuck’ echoes from one of the stalls, sounding very sorry for being caught.

“Eddie,” you say calmly, stopping outside of the stall door. “What are you doing in there?”

“Nothing,” he replies, but his breathiness is incriminating.

“Nothing? You gonna let me in?”

The quick clank of the lock and the door fervently swinging open doesn’t surprise you. Inside stands a rosy cheeked Eddie with his pants undone, resting low on his hips, and his shirt tucked into the twisted band of his boxers, clearly having just been pulled up. Balled up in his right fist, your underwear.

“Really?” you laugh. He’s quick to reach forward, hands on your waist pulling you into the stall with him.

His lips meet yours with a desperate force behind them. You indulge him in the kiss, letting him have this small victory.

“It hurts, baby. Need you so bad. Not fair,” he says pulling away, attaching his lips to your neck.

“Not fair?”

“Yeah, you took your panties off right in front of me and expected me to just go out and not be hard as a fucking rock,” he mumbles against your skin. “Got me worked up all night,” he nearly whines in your ear as his hands glide low on your hips, squeezing before tugging at the material of your dress.

“Poor baby,” you coo, weaving your fingers into his hair.

“Mhmm, you gonna help me out, sweetheart?” he asks lowly, punctuating his sentiment with a gentle suck on the sensitive skin just under your ear. His hands stay busy, feeling and squeezing under the hem of your dress before you hear a whimper in his throat, most likely due to your lack of an answer.

“Need me that badly?” you purr amusedly.

“Fuck, need you so bad,” he groans.

“So badly you want to fuck me in a dirty men’s bathroom?”

“So badly I was about to rub one out in a dirty men’s bathroom.”

“That’s pretty desperate, huh?” You tease but he doesn’t play into it, far too caught up in the haze of his lust.

“Really desperate,” he mumbles against your skin.

“I must be so mean,” you say, pouting out your lower lip mawkishly, playing up your tone to be taunting.

“I love you,” he replies, words coming out as a whined plea as he kisses along your pulse point. He loves you, you know it, but you also know he’s playing every card in his deck to win you over right now.

“How about this, my desperate boy, you bring me home and then you can have me? I’ll be all yours. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” he hums, continuing his kisses down your neck, dragging his teeth along your collarbone before sucking it harshly, making you gasp.

“Baby, you’re prolonging your torture, I’m not fucking you in here,” you laugh breathily, tugging slightly at the roots of his hair. Eddie groans before abruptly pulling away, taking your hand and briskly walking out of the stall.

“Eddie!” you laugh more wholesomely. He hums, turning to look at you, dark eyes curious. He takes a step closer to you but you shake your head, focusing your attention on his still open pants.

“Silly boy, you can’t go out there showing off everything you got, that’s only for me,” you tease, moving your hands to his front.

You run a hand over the damp spot on his boxers, slyly stroking the head of his cock with your thumb as you tuck him back into his pants. A hiss climbs in his throat as you button him up, pulling the zipper, and loosely buckling his belt.

“My poor baby,” you coo teasingly, placing a hand on his heated cheek, smoothing his hair back. Eddie looks at you, nothing but desire and adoration in his eyes as he hums a quiet agreement. “I love you,” you smile, before reconnecting your hands, setting Eddie back onto his one track mind, tugging you out of the bathroom.

The ride home was near silent. You’d think you did something wrong if it wasn’t for the strong standing bulge in his jeans. That, and how quickly he pulled up in front of the house, got out of the van, and ushering you inside.

As soon as you stumble through the bedroom door, he has you pinned to the wall. His lips attached to yours, the jitters of lust pulsing through the both of you. Before you get too carried away, you pull away, smiling at Eddie. His blown out pupils stare back at you with an exasperated degree of eagerness— you decide to test his patience anyways.

“One thing, Eddie. You get to take one thing off me.” You tease gently, reminding him of how the night began.

He scoffs, blinking back his lust as he humors you. Pulling your underwear from his back pocket again, he dangles them for you to see. “I already got my one thing, but I think you’re still a little overdressed.”

“It is better to be underdressed, isn’t it?” you laugh, impressed by his listening skills.

“Absolutely,” he grins.

His hands trail down your body, grabbing the hem of your dress a final time for the night before tugging it over your head. He takes care in undressing you— more care than a man who’s been hard for the whole night should, and it makes you love him even more for it. Every other aspect of your outfit shed, Eddie has you the perfect degree of underdressed.

You do the same for him, stripping him down to be equally underdressed, pressing soft kisses on each newly exposed part of skin. Kiss after innocent kiss, he grows anything but, and his hands wander with growing neediness. His eyes flare with excitement when you look at him and you can’t help but feel your own feverishness building. He walks you back to the bed, guiding you down with him.

“Want you on your knees, pretty girl, need to see your ass on full display for me,” he says, grabbing at your hips and flipping you before you can even get a hand on the mattress. He brings your hips up high, holding you, giving you time to stabilize yourself. You put a deep arch in your back, the way you know he likes.

His hands smooth over the expanse of your behind, gliding low from the crease under your ass, all the way to your lower back.

“Teasing me all night knowing this was just under your little dress and I couldn’t have it,” he says in a low grumble.

“All yours now, Eddie,” you reply sweetly, humming as he rubs higher on your back before gliding low again.

“Mhm, all mine.” He grips harshly, squeezing your ass before his hand draws from you, only to meet your skin again in a welcomed crack to your rounded cheek.

He does it once, slapping you just to watch the rippled tides roll over your flesh from the impact. He does it again, slapping the other side to match. A third and final time, he delivers the crack of a slap to your plump cheek solely for being the premise of his night long desperation. It has you reeling, nearly asking for more until his hands massage over the flushed skin, soothing you gently. You let out a quiet moan, enjoying the tender caress.

“Look at that, she’s already soaked for me. Had a good time teasing me, huh?” He says, canting your hips forward and running his fingers through your folds.

“Mhm.” You moan, pushing back into his touch.

“Bet if I kept you there a little longer, you would have let me fuck you in the men’s bathroom.”

“Uh-uh.” You disagree, shaking your head into the mattress.

“No?” he questions condescendingly. He sinks two of his fingers inside of your cunt, the squelched sound of your wetness mixing with his low laugh. “I don’t believe you, look at this— look at how wet you are,” he says, curving his fingers inside of you, making your breath stutter. His other hand rubs even strokes along your skin, working you up even further. “So wet, just for me, right?”

“Just for you, Eddie. Always just for you.”

“That’s what I like to hear, my good girl.” He pulls his fingers out from you, rubbing his wet fingertips over your clit, making you jolt forward at the initial contact but his other hand grips harshly on your hip, bringing you right back to him.

He rubs slow circles on your clit and your breathing quickly turns erratic. You knew you were having fun teasing Eddie all night, but you hadn’t realized the full extent that it had worked you up until now, when just the slightest attention has your insides running hot and stomach tensing harshly. He continues his slow motions on your clit, and you careen into it.

“Eddie, m’so close already,” you say, voice coming out breathy. He speeds up his maneuvers and your back unconsciously arches even deeper, opening yourself up further to him.

“Yeah? Barely even done anything yet, baby, and you already wanna cum for me?” he goads, sounding all too cocky for someone who spent the night begging to fuck you, but he already has you— you’re entirely his for the bending and he knows it.

“Mhm, want to cum please,” you answer, tilting your head to lie it into the mattress, making a sorry attempt at catching a glimpse of Eddie.

“N’aw isn’t that sweet. My girl teases me all night then wants to cum right away. Such a sweetheart as always,” he says, staying strong in his arrogant attitude but it only spurs on your pleasure, adding heat to your simmering belly.

“E-Eddie,” you stutter through your tensing muscles as you teeter on the cusp of cumming. You feel your high approaching, getting so close, only to be ripped away when Eddie stops abruptly, making you whine, sinking your face into the bed in defeat.

Eddie laughs lowly, a hand grazing your lower back. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, told you I’d make you feel good,” he says, sounding pleased with himself. His hand on your lower back trails down to your ass again, squeezing once more.

You hear the mattress shuffle before you feel his tongue on your cunt, both hands now gripping your cheeks harshly, spreading you open for him. The initial contact makes you gasp before you settle into a pleased moan.

The warmth of his mouth on your already heated core and the strategic lapping of his tongue puts you in a state of gasping for air very quickly. The rigidity in your muscles rapidly works its way back in, and your growing pleasure is swiftly picking up where it left off. Swirling his tongue in and out of your entrance, all you can do is grind back, reveling in the feeling.

“Eddie, feels so good,” you say breathily. He groans into your cunt, the speed of his tongue increasing tenfold turning you into a moaning mess.

He works his way down to your clit, closing his lips around the little bud, sucking harshly. He pushes his face further into you, nose just barely dipping into your hole and your whole body washes over in a tingle that draws all the air from your lungs. His suckling has you jerking forward, but his grip rounds to the front of your thighs, pulling you right back into him— pushing you straight into your orgasm.

Your hips jolt, bucking back and forth in Eddie’s firm hold. When the edges of your vision blur, you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your whole body reign in jolts of electricity that shudder throughout you— all at the mercy of Eddie's tongue.

When your gasping breaths turn into high pitched whines, he releases your clit, lapping at you messily, the wetness making obscene noises. He groans into you, loosening his grip, running his hands back around your hips, squeezing your ass in his hands again. He slows his tongue, bringing you down from your orgasm, letting you suck in a much needed breath.

When he finally draws from you, you feel him jiggle your ass, obviously having too much fun playing with it while you’re busy gathering your wits.

“Eddie. So good, felt so good,” you say through gasps of air. Your body feels limp, the only thing keeping you up is Eddie’s grip stabilizing you and the side of your head smashed into the blanket— arms reduced to pure jelly.

“Told you I’d make you feel good, baby,” he says softly, rubbing a hand up your spine. The gentle touch makes you shiver and goosebumps erupt all over your body. Eddie laughs softly and his grip loosen, letting you fall slightly before he’s guiding you to lay on your back.

You catch his gaze and he flashes a cute smile, your favourite smile of his. In its boyish charm, it never fails to make your heart melt for him.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he whispers, moving up your body to hover over you.

“Love you, Eddie.”

“Love you too, my perfect girl,” he replies, pressing a slick coated kiss to your lips.

His kiss starts out tender and loving but with how tonight has gone, it’s not long before it’s messy, all teeth and tongue and desperation.

When you spread your thighs wider, letting him drop further into you, he pulls back catching your gaze. “You ready for my cock, baby?” he asks, hand cupping your jaw as he looks at you. His thumb rubs back and forth against your skin and you pout your lip out in pure adoration for him.

“Want it so bad,” you whine. He smiles again, patting your cheek gently before moving to snake his hand between your bodies.

“Yeah?” he hums, adjusting himself over top of you. “Been waiting to feel you all night, pretty girl.”

You feel as he glides the head of his cock through your slicked folds, gathering your wetness before he lines himself up with your entrance. “Perfect pussy, worth waiting for,” he says under his breath, making you smile. He pushes in and your smile immediately turns into your mouth dropping, brows furrowing upwards as he stretches you perfectly.

“F-fuck,” Eddie curses as he bottoms out inside of you, a low rumble growing in his chest as he stills, sucking in harsh breaths. “Got me so close already from teasing all night,” he groans, his own brows pinching as he collects himself, not wanting to blow his load immediately.

All you can do is hum, feeling lost in the swirls of pleasure while simultaneously searching for more, mindlessly grinding your hips into Eddie’s.

“Baby,” Eddie says, voice cracking into a whimper as his hand grabs your hip, stilling you.

“Feels so good, Eddie.” You breathe, writhing in the sheets. Eddie leans forward, his chest pressing to yours and you gladly take the opportunity to wrap your hands around his back, arching off the bed to grind your hips better despite him already warning you once.

Eddie exhales deeply, calming himself from your movements before speaking. “Nuh-uh. Gotta let me do all the work, pretty girl.” He admonishes gently, with a kiss on your lips. You huff a restless breath and Eddie presses another kiss to your cheek before slowly drawing his hips from yours.

The drag out is slow, the slowest thing about tonight because after that, Eddie pushes in quickly, punching all the air from your lungs. He knows he’s got you worked up. He knows your second orgasm always comes faster. He’s fucking you the way he knows you like it, but he’s chasing his desperation, seeking the pleasure he’s been soughting for all night.

His hips meet yours with a fervent force, nudging your clit with each roll, stroking your g-spot in a deliberate way that comes to him naturally from knowing you so well. It doesn’t take long for your body to wash over in a prickled tension, leaving you moaning and whimpering for him.

Eddie’s lively pace leaves him just as reactive, his groans and deep grunts harmonizing with your high pitched mewls. His hand grazes your side, palm rounding over your breast, squeezing it self-indulgently. He massages it lustily with the intention of just feeling you— feeling the way your chest rises as you desperately fill your lungs with air just for it to sink so deeply with each whined exhale that he feels the roaring pound of your heart within your ribcage beneath his grasp.

His eager thrusts drive you up the brink of pleasure, head filled with only thoughts of how good your body feels and the man who’s orchestrating it all. Rightfully so, the only thing coming from your mouth is gasps of his name coming out like short pleas.

“Fuck, baby. Feels so good.” He says through a strangled breath. “Can feel you squeezing me tight, gonna cum for me again?” He asks, his voice pitching up the faintest bit, signaling you to his onset release. Like a Pavlovian response, it triggers the rigidity in your body— tension spreading from the curl of your toes all the way up to your open set jaw and furrowed brows.

“Eddie—” you start, your own heavy breath cutting you off with a broken cry as your pleasure hits its peak.

“I know, baby.” He coos, the edge of his face meeting yours as he breaths hot air into the crook of your neck.

Your hands grasp at his back, pulling yourself closer to him as all your muscles flex and tighten. Another roll of his hips sets you off, body erupting in spasms, hips jolting beneath his. You feel your body become weightless, a misted daze of euphoria setting in your consciousness as he brings you through your orgasm with each meteoric jerk of his hips.

Eddie grumbles low words against your skin, but in your hazy head, they fall upon deaf ears. When his hips stutter, you know exactly what he was trying to tell you.

“Cum for me, Eddie.” You say, mustering up all of the energy and oxygen in your body to produce such a pitiful whimper, but it’s enough to seduce his release.

His hips press flush to yours and the subtlety of warmth fills you up. Riding his orgasm out with slowed, shallow thrusts, his low, breathy whimpers echo into your ear from where he’s pressed himself firmly into your skin.

Movements becoming kinetic jolts, he slowly comes to a halt and his sticky chest connects completely to yours. Dropping his weight onto you, the added pressure lures you through the last stretch of settling back down onto earth from your clouded rapture.

Heartbeat to heartbeat, you both lay still, gathering your breaths. This is one of your favourite moments; the comedown, where you’re both so synchronized, shared pulses constellating you together. If Eddie didn’t already have your heart entirely, moments like now would be what steals it.

His breathing evens out, but gains a particular heaviness to it that you know he gets when he’s extra tired. Your poor baby.

Gliding your hand up his back and weaving your fingers through his hair has him rousing, pressing a chaste kiss on your neck before pushing himself up with an accompanying deep groan. He rolls off you, with a content sigh.

“Come cuddle closer.” He says softly, arms already pulling at you. He tugs you into his chest, pressing you snug to him.

You let out your own happy sigh, body still feeling tingly. Eddie twirls a piece of your hair in his fingers, and looking over to him, his eyes have fluttered shut, his face set in a relaxed expression.

You shuffle in closer, bringing a hand to his chest and drawing little circles in his skin, and he lets out another content sigh.

“Feeling better?” you ask, pressing your chin to his chest to see him better. His eyes open and warm brown greets you, showering you with a tender gaze.

“After all that teasing, yeah,” he says, flashing you a grin.

“Good. I’m glad.” you say, laughing softly.

“I think you gotta teach me more of those fashion tips, baby,” he says with the faint rise of a smirk.

“Oh yeah?” you question, smiling as you wonder what he’s getting at.

“Yeah, that was fun,” he says, widening his eyes for emphasis.

Tilting your head at him, you give him an exaggerated questioning look. “I thought it wasn’t fair?” you tease.

“Oh not fair at all,” he grins. “If you do that’s again, we’re absolutely fucking before we go out.”

“Before?” you say, dropping your mouth in a faux bewilderment.

“Before and after,” he says with a wink.

“Lucky me,” you tease, raising your brows at him.

“Lucky me,” he corrects with a smirk, bringing a hand up to your face, pushing your hair back before pinching your nose gently between his thumb and pointer finger.

You scrunch your nose, escaping his teasing gesture by hiding your face in his chest. “And it’s all thanks to Coco Chanel,” you laugh. He brings his hand to the back of your head, smoothing your hair down in a tender gesture.

“All thanks to Coco Chanel,” he agrees.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie fanfic #eddie smut #eddie munson fluff

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honeytonedhottie · 2 months

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

this is a new thing im doing on my blog that i think you'd all like very much called honeys magazine/catalog. basically like a monthly 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 ✨

i've had so much fun putting together the february catalog and i'd love to hear feedback of things that you'd like to see in the next edition. and now, please enjoy the it girl magazine ✨

FEBRUARY FASHION ;

february is full of silks and lace. feminine muted colors like beiges, whites, and pinks. this february i've rly been into tweed dresses. accessories that i've been loving this february include pearls, stockings, and ribbons.

a lot of the clothes that i've been eyeing are things that are more light in fabric and in color. such as cute camisoles with lace trim and i've rly been into the chic look this february as i've mentioned before.

when it comes to jewelry and accessories i always love to layer and be excessive and even though during february i've been obsessed with the chic look, i always add lots of accessories. if not something huge like bracelets or necklaces, i'll be excessive with rings or something smaller.

in general HYPERFEMININE and super cute and girly clothes have been my favorite thing in february especially cuz of valentines day. the theme is soft-wear. shimmery, sheer, and showered in flowers.

cute earrings (preferably the smaller ones) like studs, pearls, or cute spherical earrings

hair clips and barrettes

bangles

tweed dresses

pearl necklaces

remember those dress up games you may have used to play when u were little? when dressing this february, thats what inspired my february fashion. fluffy lashes, cutesy accessories and heels.

i read up a lot on CHANEL bcuz i think that her brand embodies the chic look perfectly and here are some fashion tips from coco chanel (this is my source)

look for the woman in the dress, if there is no woman then there is no dress - basically means dont let your clothes wear you

it is always better to be slightly underdressed - coco's understanding of chic was subtle glamor and lush fabrics

fashion changes but style endures - some clothes are timeless like a little black dress (aubrey hepburn) a quality handbag and a crisp white shirt

WHAT IM LISTENING TO LATELY ;

my favorite album of this month is kali uchis's orquídeas. i absolutely adore her music, energy and vibe. and the whole album is just MWAH. my favorite songs from the album are ;

te mata

igual que un ángel

perdiste

another album that i've been obsessed with this past month is the twicetagram album from twice. i just love the energy in the songs. my favorite songs from that album are LOOK AT ME and LOVELINE. and lastly, just songs that i've enjoyed listening to this february ;

yes, and? - ariana grande

never lose me - flo milli

wonderboy - GWSN

scenery - red velvet

angels in tibet - amaarae

FOR THE BLOG ;

since its going to be march and were kinda transitioning from the winter season -> spring, you can expect to see lots of spring related content from me. another thing that i rly wanna set up for my blog is membership if thats something that u guys'd be interested in.

and also after doing the valentines day challenge, i had so much fun with it and i kinda wanna do more challenges. so if i end up setting up membership i think services like those would be provided.

lastly, since im an advocate for not over consuming the law, i won't be answering inbox questions about the law so that then u guys can focus ENTIRELY on ur manifestations and not over complicate it bcuz the law is easy and you already know how to do it + if u have any general questions i've answered plenty of questions about the law in my blog ANYWAYS. the reason im doing this is so that then you can focus on your manifestations 🫶🏽 and i hope that you guys find it helpful.

HONEYS BEAUTY CORNER TOPIC - HYDRATION ;

when your skin is hydrated, you GLOW on such a deeper level and i absolutely love looking and feeling like a little dew drop so here's some hydration beauty tips

vasline is an occlusive, that simply means that the moisturizing ingredients that create a physical barrier on the skin to prevent transepidermal water loss and lock in hydration. after brushing ur lips to exfoliate, u can just go in and put some vaseline on ur lips and your lips will be HYDRATED.

using a body oil + a body lotion has taken my hydration game to new HEIGHTS. the key to this is to make sure the scents match or have similar notes at least, and moisturize DAMP skin so that then it can absorb better. walk around with a hand lotion, and lip moisturizer ALWAYS.

the key to a dewey makeup look is having a good base. its all about preparing the skin before u put the makeup on. use a good creamy moisturizer and use a glowy spf and then use a good primer.

FOR THE WELLNESS GIRLIES ;

hormone balancing tea blend that i tried and loved ; raspberry leaf tea with spearmint and dandelion root tea. i drink mine with honey a couple days before and during my period and my cramps have been so minimal and my hormones have been so balanced.

hydration ; to follow the trend of the beauty section lets talk hydration. the optimal amount of water to drink is 2.7 liters a day. if u wanna up your hydration game, use some liquid iv or another hydrating powder so that then u can get the most out of ur water. if u dont have anything like that, adding a pinch of salt into your water can also help to improve hydration.

frequencies and vibes ; i've been interested in frequencies lately, simply bcuz i think that they're so interesting. i'll go deeper into frequencies in the next section. but here are some frequencies to listen to for wellness ;

174 hz - reduces physical and energetic pain

285 hz - heals tissues and rejuvenates

432 hz - restores well being and releases emotional blockages

528 hz - love frequency, induces inner peace and repairs DNA

supplements that are geared towards beauty ; find a specific hair, skin and nails supplement or vitamin that includes a blend of powerful antioxidants, minerals and vitamins. some examples of this are ;

fish oil (omega 3 and fatty acids) helps to protect skin against inflammation

collagen (for skin hair and nails) promotes healthy dewy and glowing skin

turmeric (anti inflammatory effects)

PROBIOTICS

RANDOM THINGS I LEARNED ;

something thats caught my interest this month is sound healing. the power of sound is truly amazing, and i was curious specifically about frequencies. sound healing has been around for years by yogis for thousands of years. nowadays sound healing is practiced with something called sound baths.

a sound bath is a deeply relaxing experience where the listener lies down on a mat or blanket, with as many cushions or props as they need to feel comfortable, and is then ‘bathed’ in the sound vibrations. benefits of sound baths include ;

reduced stress, pain and anxiety

better sleep

lower blood pressure

fewer mood swings

balanced hormones

healing through sounds was practiced by ancient egyptians, greeks and chinese physicians, who also used sound healing in their practices to promote digestion, sleep, and emotional disturbances.

if learning a bit about sound healing interested you and you wanna learn a bit more about it, this is the source i used for this section.

FUN QUIZZES, VIDEO ESSAYS, RECIPES AND GAMES ;

valentines day aesthetic quiz - buzzfeed - i got daughter of aphrodite

consideration is the highest form of love - manifestelle - food for thought

good boyfriend quiz - seventeen

which romantic music type am i - buzzfeed - i got r&b enthusiast

valentines day cupcakes recipe ;

1 1/2 cup of flour

1 cup of butter milk

1/3 cups of oil

4 large eggs

mix it all together and add it into a lined cupcake tin, bake at 350° for 15 minutes. for the frosting...

1 cup of softened butter

6 cups of powdered sugar

1 tsp of strawberry extract

4 tbs of milk

CRUSH STORIES ;

SUBMISSION ONE : ANON : 💝

idk if this counts 😭 but my crush is an older guy (dw it's very legal) and he's so sweet, I manifested him liking me using your help!!! We're not together yet but he's been talking to me for literally hours a day, and just offered to buy me A NEW LAPTOP aaaah I'm crying. Ily honey your perfect

HBDSJHDJ YAYY. i wish u guys all the happiness and i hope u enjoy ur new laptop ✨

SUBMISSION TWO : ANON : 💝

technically not a crush but my ex boyfriend cheated on me (i broke up w him very quickly after) w my best friend and got her pregnant. he tried to make amends with me but I turned him down. i think i dodged a bullet there thank god 🫢

OH 💀. you def dodged a bullet, they went behind ur back and then got pregnant... 😭

thats all for this months catalog, there will be a new edition each month with new content and it'll be updated on a monthly basis so if thats something that interests you or if you like these kinds of posts pls let me know, till next month girlies✨

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ladygoth · 5 months

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relationship dynamic with ghost?

oh i love this question btw reader's nickname is just babydoll dw.

♱⋆♱ ghost is the okokok while babydoll [reader] is the lalala.

♱⋆♱ though ghost is the "they forgot to put cheese in my burger" while babydoll goes to confront the staff about how they got the order wrong and ghost is just awkwardly standing in the background.

♱⋆♱ babydoll gets drunk and starts singing karaoke and ghost sighs knowing how its him that has to tend to her when they get back home.

♱⋆♱ when they're at the club [one babydoll drags him to] she gets drunk and starts grinding on him and he pretends to barely react to it but in the end he grabs her waist because he really likes it and it turns him on.

he loves your ass.

♱⋆♱ you two take turn in cooking but ghost usually makes breakfast. you make dinner/lunch and sometimes ghost would even make you cereal before you go to sleep. he is actually very domestic.

♱⋆♱ you cry spider and he kills the spider.

♱⋆♱ he says he hates your shows but starts telling you to not watch teen wolf or the vampire diaries without him, he loves the mikaelsons and is a big fan of klaus.

♱⋆♱ you get sick the most and ghost is always finding himself tending to you, makes fun of you for being dependent on him, he really likes it.

♱⋆♱ both of you like playing games, he's more resident evil and you like the last of us. but when it comes to resident evil you both like the seventh and eighth game.

♱⋆♱ you think his jokes are corny.

♱⋆♱ likes to massage your feet every once in a while.

♱⋆♱ was against him making a twitter so it made him more curious and he downloaded it and found your account by snooping on your phone, you were private though but eventually let him in now he sees the silly convos and quotes you write.

♱⋆♱ finally and proudly accepts coco beau chanel riley as his daughter. but tells you one day he will put an actual kid inside you.

♱⋆♱ he likes oranges and you like strawberries.

♱⋆♱ you try and scare him every now and then but it never works he tries and scares you and it works every time.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley ghost #ghost cod

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nhlovesadri3 · 2 months

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Adriana Lima, pregnant of her first daughter Valentina, attending the Coco Before Chanel movie premiere, Paris Theatre, NYC, 15/09/09.

#Adriana Lima #pregnant #coco before chanel #movie #premiere #red carpet #event #goddess #angel #gorgeous #2009 #nyc

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dollfaceksj · 8 months

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22 and 23? Combined?! YESSSIR

i decided to split it up anyways and #23 is just really short. but expect it very soon :)

warnings: just enjoy :) gigglessss

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #22

masterlist

<- previous ; next ->

you quickly text yoongi back

from: you

‘ah sorry i fell asleep directly after showering when i got home. i didn’t do much just took a nap and watched some netflix’

from: you

‘what about you?’

you have that date with yoongi tomorrow too

ur excited for that

but you have class

you check the time

it’s already 10pm

you haven’t eaten yet

you get up and quickly make yourself some instant ramen

your phone buzzes

from: yoongi

‘No worries’

from: yoongi

‘I didn’t do much either. Just thought about you’

AAAAAAAA

shit shit

you seriously need to get that little shit out of your head when you’ve got a gentleman thinking about you

from: you

‘liar’

you eat your dinner before settling in bed again

from: yoongi

‘I’m not lying. How can I prove it to you?’

you think about your answer for a bit

from: you

‘prove it to me tomorrow on our date’

you plug your phone into your charger and stare at the ceiling as the past few events flash through your mind

what have you done?

from: yoongi

‘I intend to do just that’

from: yoongi

‘I’ll go to sleep now. Goodnight’

you smile at your phone

from: you

‘goodnight’

and then you decide to go to sleep too

class was boring as per usual

you had lunch outside and now you’re going back hom

once you arrive you decide to clean up

cause what if yoongi comes home with you?

can’t have him thinking you’re a slob

after you’ve cleaned, it’s already time to wash your body and start getting ready

you do your hair, makeup, choose an outfit

you’ve got on a knee skirt and a silk blouse on top

and you’re adding your finishing touches like jewellery and cute mary janes

right as you swipe your lipgloss along your lips and spray your coco chanel perfume

your phone buzzes

you check

from: yoongi

‘I’m outside’

ah. it’s 6.01pm

he’s so punctual <3

you look at yourself in the mirror one last time and then step out

you head out your door and he’s literally standing in your hallway, right in front of your door

how’d he go through the lobby/entrance hall and find your door?

but he’s standing there

with a big bouquet of flowers

omg…

omg.

ah shit. fuck.

damn

you’d forgotten how gentlemanly he is

“you are absolutely stunning,” he says as he holds the bouquet of flowers out to you

you try to fight the smile on your lips but ultimately fail. “thank you.”

you take the flowers and then smell them

“you shouldn’t ha–”

???

you glance at them

wait a sec

are those

what you think they are?

“are these my birthflowers?”

he shoves his hands into his pockets, a sheepish look on his face as he glances the other way

you lead him back into your apartment as you go looking for a vase

“how’d you know what my birthflower is?”

he looks around your apartment and shrugs his shoulders. “i asked taehyung.”

“taehyung does not know my birthflower,” you laugh as you put the flowers in the vase and fill it up with water

he chuckles, “yeah, you’re right. but he does know your birthday. so i went on a little research mission of my own with the info i had.”

you place it on the accent table by your door and admire them for a bit before you turn to him

“that��s really sweet. thank you. i love them,” you say. “i’m sorry, i didn’t get you anything.”

he shrugs his shoulders. “you are my gift. give me a spin?”

he holds his hand out to you and you sheepishly take it

he holds it over your head and twirls you around

“gorgeous. i can’t believe how pretty you are.” he lets go of your hand and tilts his head to the side as he eyes you

your stomach keeps clenching

is this what they mean when they say butterflies?

“but if you insist on giving me something back,” he says as he takes a step closer to you. “i’ll always take a kiss.”

FUCK

you glance up at him and purse your lips together as you think for a few seconds.

“i’d give you all the kisses in the world but i’m wearing my favorite lip combo with lipgloss. might rub off on you.”

he respectfully places his hands on your waist. “as long as it’s flavored. preferably cotton candy.”

so he doesn’t care if he gets lipgloss on his lips…..

ughhhh he’s so fine.

“who knew you had a sweet tooth?” you tease him

“how can i not have a sweet tooth when you exist?” he cheesily says, fingers gently squeezing your waist

😂😂😂😂

he wants to have the life sucked out of him

he’s too smooth😭😭

dgaf if it was cheesy

“just don’t be messy,” you chuckle as you place your hands on his biceps

he chuckles, “i promise.”

he leans down and gently presses his lips to yours, keeping his promise of not being messy or rough

he never is but still

he parts from your lips after a few seconds and rubs his lips together, smearing the lipgloss stain on his lips together. “how do i look?”

“amazing,” you giggle and bring your thumb up to wipe the gloss off his lips

he lets you. “alright then. shall we go?”

you nod and take your purse off the accent table before heading out the door and locking up behind you

your creepy neighbor is sitting by the entrance but luckily you’ve got yoongi with you so he doesn’t say anything like he usually would

he leads you to a black, seemingly expensive car

“i didn’t know you had a car,” you say and he shakes his head

“it’s my parents’. i got them this car as a gift but that meant i had to wait and save to buy my own car.” he opens the passenger’s side and protects your head as you get in

:( he’s so sweet

he jogs around the front and gets in on the other side

you move to buckle your seatbelt but when you reach around the front, yoongi takes it from you and clicks it into the buckle for you

he buckles his own seatbelt and starts the car

“that’s really sweet of you. to do that for your parents.”

he shrugs his shoulders as he pulls out of the spot he parked in. “it’s the least i can do.”

you fidget with your fingers for a moment. “well, they’re lucky to have you as a son.”

a smile tugs on his lips but he doesn’t say anything more

you look out the window for a few moments and then your penny drops

“when did you ask taehyung about my birthday?” you turn your head to look at him

he glances at you for a moment

“during the camping trip.”

that’s how tae knew about you and yoongi

okay then

the reason why tae took it so well compared to if he ever found out about you and jungkook is because yoongi asked about your birthflower whilst jungkook probably would’ve asked for the color of your panties

you have a nice meal in a nice restaurant with yoongi and get to know him

he has a kitten at home

he doesn’t like horror movies

he’s working as a teacher in an elementary school and calls his students ‘his little gremlins’

can he be any more charming 😭😭😭😭

“i’m having a good time. isn’t it too early to go home?” you hum on your way to the car

as he helps you get into the car, he chuckles quietly to himself

“well, what do you have in mind?” he asks when he gets into the car and buckles his seatbelt

you shrug your shoulders. “a horror movie.”

“i told you, i don’t like them,” he groans as he starts the car and accelerates

“that’s precisely why. i’ll protect you,” you tease

he hums in response and then glances at you when he halts in front of a red light

you glance down at your phone and check your instagram, you’ve shared a few photos and clips of you being out with yoongi on your story

and you’ve gotten a dm

from tae?

from: @.kth3012

‘Use protection’

UGH

you respond

from: you

‘get out of my dms’

you check the viewers of your story

eunbi, a few classmates, a few friends, tae & co…..

👁️ @.jungkook97

…

right

you have him on insta

whatever…. he knows you’re casually seeing yoongi

speaking of yoongi

he asks, “well, if you’re serious about watching a movie, where would you want to watch it?”

hmm

“the theatres are always nice but now that you’ve mentioned a kitten i really want to meet her.”

he smiles at that and nods. “alright then, my place it is.”

he unlocks the door and leads you inside of his apartment, kicking his shoes off and watching as you do the same

he glances at you, taking notice to the difference in your height but doesn’t comment on it

and leads you further in

he motions for you to take a seat while he sets the table with snacks and drinks

his little black kitten 🐈‍⬛ struts into the living room and you quietly gasp

“oh my god…” you whisper, “she’s so cute!!!”

he smiles and squats, gently stroking her over her head and she can’t seem to get enough

“what’s her name?”

“cinnamon.”

oh goodness gracious

can he be any cuter😭😭😭

you watch as he picks her up and walks up to you before sitting next to you on the couch

he holds her and she starts sniffing as you reach out to touch her

you gently graze your finger against her nose so she can get a good smell and that’s when she leans into your touch

“oh, my god. i would literally die for her,” you whisper in hopes you don’t scare her away

he smiles and lets you pet her small head until she loses interest and jumps out of his arms to disappear into the hallway

he reaches for the remote and starts skimmin thru movies

you decide to tease him and make up a lie. “your hand is shaking. are you that scared? i’ll protect you.”

he rolls his eyes and flicks your knee before putting on a random horror movie

you sink into the couch and he carefully wraps his arm around your shoulders

you place your head in the crook of his neck and put your hand on top of his chest

his hand drops down to your waist and he pulls you a little closer

and you enjoy the movie :)

about 40 minutes into the movie, you glance up at him to see if he’s still watching cause he’s very quiet

but he is, until he notices you looking at him and then he glances at you. “you good?”

you nod your head to his question. “thought you were hiding.”

he groans and throws his head back. “are you just gonna keep teasing me?”

you giggle as you sit straight up, looking over your shoulder at him. “how else am i supposed to have fun?”

he stares at the ceiling for a few moments before he picks his head back up and shifts his gaze to you. “if it’s fun you’re after, i’d be happy to give it to you.”

OKAY.

what is THAT supposed to mean

you tap your manicured nail against your chin. “what kind of fun are we talking about?”

he leans forwards. “exactly the kind of fun you’re thinking about.”

and you don’t know who kissed who first

but the ragged breathing and lips smacking is an obvious indicator that no one cares who kissed who first. it’s about how needy this kiss is

he respectfully holds you by your waist, humming against your lips in delight and pleasure

you cup his neck, fingers tangled in the long hair that grazes his shoulders

you tilt your head to get easier access, full on kissing him like you haven’t kissed like this in years

he squeezes your waist gently

he slowly pushes you back until you’re lying on the couch

his pelvis pressed into yours

and your lips still glued together

his tongue has explored every centimeter in your mouth at this point

you quietly moan into the kiss

and he gently sucks on your tongue for a little while before parting from your lips to kiss down your neck

his lips are so soft

it’s like you’re

being caressed by literal clouds. he’s so. wow.

“you sound so sweet for me,” he whispers against your skin as he covers your collarbones in soft kisses

he kisses back up to your lips and continues your makeout session

you make out with him for a long time and you know you’re completely soaked

fuck

he’s so gentle yet firm

he parts from your lips and glances down at you. “do you want to keep going?”

you look up at him with big eyes and sheepishly nod your head

why are you so shy with yoongi when you’re so slutty with jungkook?

don’t think about that FREAK

think about yoongi

and his big hands

and deep voice

and long hair

and soft touch

ugh

he’s so perfect

he slowly gets up from the couch and takes your hand to pull you up with him

you shoot him a confused glance and he smiles at you

“you’re too beautiful to do this on a couch.” he leads you to his bedroom

your stomach is BURSTING with butterflies

you reach his room and he leads you to his bed

he sits down on his bed and looks up at you. “come, sit on my lap.”

FUCKKKK

you shyly hike your skirt up a bit higher and slowly lower yourself onto his lap, thighs straddling his

you place your hands on his broad shoulders

and he holds your hips as he brings his lips back to yours

fuck

you quietly moan against his lips

he feels so .. good ..

before you know it

your back is against the mattress

and yoongi’s hips are wedged in between your thighs

his soft plump lips still coating your skin in kisses

he slowly sits up and takes his shirt off

“shall i take this off as well?” he asks, tugging on your blouse

you eagerly nod and right as you move to unbutton it, he’s already unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your bra to him

he quietly sighs in content. “you are so beautiful. i could stare at you all day.”

he moves on to your skirt and glances up at you for permission

you nod your head and watch as he discards it with no obstacles

he glances down at your horrendous excuse for underwear

wearing the sluttiest thong you own

FUCKKK

he looks back up at you with a look in his eyes

you decide to defend yourself. “it’s to avoid panty lines in my skirt…”

he chuckles, “i didn’t say anything.” he looks back down at the wet patch on your underwear. “you’re just very sexy.”

fuck

😭😭😭😭 can he notttt

he tosses the articles of clothing aside and kisses your neck, down to the swell of your breasts

“you mind if i take this off?” he tugs on your bra strap

you lift your back off the bed and unclasp the bra yourself

he elegantly removes the straps and tosses the bra aside

he eyes your body with such… admiration

“you’re perfect.” he kisses down the valley of your breasts, eyes looking up at you for permission

you bite your lip and nod

watching him get to work on your breasts

he takes his time with foreplay, prepping you good and coating your entire chest in kisses

making you feel

wanted

and safe

and loved

and beautiful

by the time he’s removed your thong, you’re drenched

you sheepishly look at him in embarrassment

“would you like me to eat you out?” he whispers into your ear as he presses soft kisses to right under your ear

sending shivers down your entire body

you gulp. “actually,” you breathe out, “i’ve uh…”

he pulls away to look at your face, a hint of worry in his eyes

you struggle to find the right words for a moment until you finally decide to get it out. “i’ve fantasized about your fingers a lot.”

the concern in his face quickly turns to relief.. then to lust

“have you now?”

he nods his head and rolls off of you, propping his body up next to yours as he wets his middle and ring finger

you watch as his hand quickly moves down your stomach to your pulsating sex

and fuck

fuck

FUCK

he gently runs the tips of his fingers up your slit, collecting your arousal

“you’re soaked, princess.”

fuck

yeah. you know that.

“all for me?” he whispers as he rubs his fingers in between your folds, the squelching sounds already making your face heat up

you hum in confirmation

he spreads your folds gently and then presses his lips to yours as he plunges two fingers into your pussy, slowly pumping them in and out

you moan against his lips, thighs already clenching and hips already jerking

he keeps thrusting his fingers into you, at a pace that you really enjoy

damn he’s good

you roll your hips around, wanting more friction

he uses his thumb to rub your clit as he continues to fuck his fingers into you

it’s embarrassing how you can already feel your slick leaking down your sex and to your butthole

after several minutes, he picks up the pace of his hand

a louder moan escapes you but he swallows all your sounds, lips still pressed against yours

you bring your hand up to squeeze his shoulder, indicating that your orgasm is quickly approaching you

and it doesn’t take long for you to cum all over his fingers, cries leaving your throat and your hips repeatedly jerking up

he lets you ride out your high and then pulls his sticky fingers out

he parts from your lips and glances down at his wet hand, examining it

he brings it up to his mouth and sucks his fingers clean of your arousal whilst watching you

fuck

you’re trying to catch your breath and he’s ditching his boxers in the meantime

wow

you eye his dick with a salivating mouth

his tip is so red and oozing precum, begging for attention

oh you need him in your mouth immediately

you move to reach for his dick but he wraps his fingers around your wrist mid-air

he shakes his head. “today’s about you. i didn’t wait all this time to wait even longer.”

your throat

dry

as FUCK

oh gosh

oh goodness.

he slowly drops your hand and moves to his nightstand, fishing out what seems to be a condom

you lie back and watch the show he’s putting on for you

rolling it onto his thick shaft, your fingers twitching to simply touch it

you tease, “today? so, there are gonna be other days?”

he chuckles as he positions himself at your pussy, one hand around his shaft and the other has your leg hooked around it to keep you spread for him, hand placed near your waist against the mattress to support himself

“you think you can finally give me a taste of you and expect me to never crave it again?”

he needs to stop

with saying these things.

cause.

FUCK.

he gently rubs his tip up and down your folds. “fuck,” he whispers as he watches the head of his dick slide over your slit

you quietly moan at the sensation, already clenching around nothing

“ready?” he asks as he makes eye contact with you

you eagerly nod your head, bringing your hand up to his shoulder

he slowly pushes into you, watching your face intently

you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow thickly, telling yourself the burn won’t last that long

“are you okay?” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline

you open your eyes and nod your head

“does it hurt?” he asks, still very slowly pushing further

you quietly mewl at the intrusion but still nod your head. “it hurts so good.”

he bites his lip. “you’re gonna drive me crazy, you little minx.”

once he’s nestled deep inside of you, he takes a moment to let you adjust

he uses his free hand to slowly rub circles onto your clit, in order to help you relax

you softly moan his name, squeezing his shoulder

“shh, just breathe. relax. i’m right here,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your temple

you breathe like he says and quietly grunt at how full he’s making you feel

“can i move?”

you nod at his question and watch as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in

you mewl under him, clenching around him

“fuck,” he whispers, “you’re gonna squeeze my dick off, princess.”

you quietly chuckle but not for long when another moan erupts from your throat as he pushes in once again, slowly thrusting into you

he’s so

caring :(

and gentle

and lovely

this is very

sweet

and strangely comforting

“you take me so well, y/n. so good.” he picks up the pace slightly, eyes dropping to your breasts that are bouncing from the momentum of his thrusts

“shit,” you moan, tears welling up in your eyes at how good his dick rubs against your walls

he rubs your clit at a faster pace too, hips bumping into the back of your thighs with each thrust

“you look so pretty under me. such a good girl.”

fuck

he’s gonna

drive you

fucking insane

he needs to STOP

cause you’re gonna cum at this rate

“yoongi,” you softly moan, moving your hand up his shoulder to his neck, pulling him down to press your lips to his

he kisses you passionately like he’s got something to prove whilst still rolling his hips into you so fucking good

fuck he’s so good

he parts your lips to kiss down your jaw to your neck, leaving soft kisses all over you and gently sucking on your collarbone

you mewl, arching your back off the bed to feel more of him

he’s so fucking fine

he keeps rolling his hips into you, pace already quickened

it’s got you seeing the evolution of the homo sapiens on the back of your eyelids every time you close your eyes

your stomach starts twisting and your thighs are clenching

yeah, you’re gonna cum soon

“yoongi, i–”

“i know, princess.” he focuses on stimulating your clit now but by no means are his thrusts lacking

you close your eyes, allowing the tears to roll down the sides of your face as your orgasm approaches you

and hits you like a ton of fucking bricks

“oh, shit,” you cry out as he keeps fucking into you, thumb still rubbing a delicious pattern directly onto your clit

the second orgasm hits your even harder, pathetic sobs escaping you as your legs tremble and your nails dig into his back

he fucks you through your orgasm and chases his own, dropping his hand from your sensitive clit and placing it against the mattress on the other side of your waist to steady himself as he picks up the pace

you mewl as he fucks you good, chasing his own orgasm. “fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

you nod your head and clench around his dick, tightening around and squeezing his dick repeatedly

it doesn’t take long after for him to cum, shooting his load into the condom

he quietly moans your name and a few more compliments as he lazily thrusts into you

he grunts as he pulls out completely, sitting on his knees in between your legs and dropping the one leg of yours he kept hooked around his arm

he tries to catch his breath, hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat

he looks so fucking good

you rub your eyes, wiping your pleasure tears away

“shit,” he mumbles after he’s finally got his breath back and yanks the condom off, tying a knot in it and discarding it in the bin

your chest dramatically rises and falls as you watch him move around the room

he disappears for a few moments before reappearing with wet wipes and a towel

he climbs back onto the bed and gently wipes your sex clean

your thighs slightly clench from the overstimulation and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him

“sorry,” he chuckles as he thoroughly cleans you up

he leaves after cleaning you up to put the stuff back and when he’s back he’s got on a pair of boxers

“i uh,” you scratch the back of your head. “i really enjoyed my time with you today.”

he chuckles as he sits next to you. “what happened to that devious little minx?”

you gently push him by the ribs with your foot and he just laughs

“i enjoyed it too. when can i take you out again?”

oh wow

you’re already excited to see him again

“whenever you want.” you reach for your clothes

he nods slowly as he hands you some of your clothes scattered across the floor. “saturday?”

you hum quietly. “tae wanted to go clubbing. you could join us?”

he nods his head. “i’ll be there.”

“i should uh,” you say before you clear your throat. “i should go home. i have class early tomorrow.”

he gets up. “let’s get dressed, i’ll drop you off.”

you smile and nod your head sheepishly as you get dressed with him

to be continued

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bradshawssugarbaby · 1 month

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Making Love Out of Nothing At All - Nick Bradshaw x Reader

A/N: I've been sitting on this for a month since I left San Diego and now I'm finally doing it. We're calling this an AU fic where Carole's just non-existent and everyone lives happily ever after.

pairing: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x reader

warnings/content: p in v sex (unprotected/no mention of protection - he's a silly goose, ok?), fingering, oral (f receiving), public sex, car sex, goose goes down on you like it's an olympic sport, praise kink, body worship/compliments but no mention of specific appearance really?

word count: 1.3k

minors dni below the cut!

Every time I see you all the rays of the sun are all streaming through the waves in your hair, and every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes like a spotlight.

The dim street lamps illuminated the parking lot of the club in a dusky glow, the cool Pacific breeze licking at your bare legs as you hurried behind your boyfriend to his car, a 1983 Ford Mustang that he’d been saving up for since graduating from the Naval Academy last summer. He had whisked you out of the club so quickly that you were almost certain you spilled the contents of your drink on his best friend, Pete in your hurry out the door, rather than simply handing him the glass as you’d intended.

Nick turned to face you, his infamous smirk spread across his lips as he placed a hand firmly on your waist, drawing you in closer to him. He leaned his back against his car, easily towering over the convertible’s frame as he stood. At an impressive 6’4, Nick’s body engulfed yours as he pulled you in, ducking his head down to leave hungry kisses in a trail from your jaw to your neck, his hands feverishly roaming over the outside of your dress, finding anyway he could to gain access to what was underneath.

“Mhmm,” you giggled, shaking your head, “Slow down, baby. You can’t just do it in the middle of a parking lot,” you protested.

“Says who? I don’t see anyone around? Besides, that’s what the car’s for, honey.”

Nick opened the door for you before playfully pushing you on to your back across the backseat. He placed his palms flat against the seat as he hovered himself over you, his lips once again making contact with your skin. A series of hot, open-mouthed kisses peppered your neck and collarbone as his hands palmed at your breasts, grasping them over the fabric of your dress. He grinned as he hummed against your skin, taking delight in the way you squirmed and giggled with every kiss.

“You smell like heaven, you know that? Whatever this new perfume you’re wearing is, I love it.”

“Coco by Chanel,” you teased, raising an eyebrow as your hand guided his face to look at you.

Leaning up, your lips met his in a tender, yet playful kiss, grinning against his lips as his hands continued to explore your body. His long, slender fingers ran along your leg, brushing against you in a way that made your skin feel like it was on fire, burning with passion at his touch. You took in a sharp breath as he hiked the skirt of your dress up your thighs, the fabric pooling at your waist. His hand slid in between your bodies, brushing his fingertips against the soft, delicate lace of your underwear, that was quickly becoming dampened with arousal.

“Someone’s already worked up, isn’t she?” He said as he flashed you a wicked grin, chuckling to himself at how wet he’d made you without really putting in any effort.

“Shush,” you protested, shaking your head, “I could say the same thing about you.”

Nick grinned as he pulled himself up to his knees, spreading your legs slightly to make room as he hooked a finger into the waistband of your underwear, lazily dragging them down off your leg. He tossed them aside, discarding them somewhere in the front seat before quickly leaning his head down, his tongue flattening as he licked a long, slow strip against your sex, a groan of pleasure catching in his throat as he tasted your arousal. You panted his name, a sigh of ecstasy escaping your lips as his tongue slowly began working at your clit, concentrating on soft, yet precise movements as he encircled the sensitive bud.

“Tastes so fucking good, honey,” he husked as he lifted his head up slightly, his dark brown eyes looking up at you with a lustful stare as he delved two fingers into your dripping wet heat, curling them slightly to hit your spot.

“Nick, fuck,” you hissed, your back arching as he effortlessly pumped his fingers into your spot, his tongue lapping at your arousal, “Getting so close.”

“I know baby, I know, let it go for me,” he encouraged before dipping his mouth back down between your folds, sucking on your clit harshly before running his tongue over it again.

You whimpered as your thighs began to shudder and shake in pleasure, your back arching further as Nick drew you closer to your orgasm. You began moaning out his name over and over, saying it as if it was a spoken prayer as he dragged your orgasm out, his tongue lapping at you, cleaning up the arousal that dripped and threatened to stain the seats beneath you. He grinned up at you as he pulled the neckline of the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath his brightly coloured Hawaiian print shirt up to wipe your juices from his mouth.

“Have I told ya how pretty you look?” He hummed, his fingers tracing circles on your abdomen, admiring you as if he saw you as a work of art.

“No, but I like hearing it.”

“So fucking pretty, honey. Just look at you,” he gestured to you with one hand while the other palmed at his tightening jeans, the denim fabric becoming more and more restricted with his touch, “I’m not done with ya yet though, honey.”

He grunted as he got out of the car, taking you by the hand and marching you around to the hood of the car. After a quick glance around to ensure no one would be able to see, he gently guided his hand across the small of your back, spinning you around before pushing you down over the hood of the car. He shimmied his jeans down off his waist, just enough to free his cock from the strain of his boxers.

He stroked himself a couple of times for good measure before flicking the fabric of your dress up off of you, lining himself up with your entrance, he pistoned himself into you, causing you to lay your palms flat against the cold, grey metal of the car. He paused to let you adjust before drawing his hips back and thrusting forward again, causing you to choke out a gasp as you felt your walls stretching to allow him to fit.

“Nick, shit,” you panted, balling your hands into fists as you tried to keep your emotions and feelings in check as he fucked into you.

“That’s it sweet girl, takin’ me s’good,” he purred, his hips continuing to crash into yours, hands guiding your ass to make contact with his hips with each movement.

“Fucking, Jesus Christ, baby, I’m so close, right fucking there,” you sputtered, your thoughts becoming cloudy and incoherent with each passing second.

Nick’s controlled movements began to grow sloppier as he drew closer to his orgasm, unable to focus his precision any longer, his rhythmic thrusts devolving into clumsier, yet just as hard, movements. He moaned your name loudly, the syllables ringing out like some sort of sweet melodic praise as your walls clenched around him. You rode your orgasms out together, harmoniously as you both fell apart. His large hands caressed your body, pulling you gently to stand up and lean your body against his. He held you close for a moment, kissing at the nape of your neck breathlessly, his skin hot to the touch and slicked with sweat.

A laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head, almost in disbelief as he looked at you.

“God, you’re incredible, you know that? Absolutely fucking incredible,” he purred, stroking your hair as he held you close.

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zeldasnotes · 4 months

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Hello zelda

I was reading your Naomi Campbell and Tyra Banks synastry chart, I wonder if you could make some analysis on synastry chart of Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel and her archrival Elsa Schiaparelli too? TQ

Coco Chanel & Elsa Schiaparelli

More posts on synastry between enemies: Naomi & Tyra, Envy & Competition in Synastry.

I will mention the aspects I think made them enemies/rivals. Feel free to comment if you see something that I missed. Scroll down to see their synastry chart!

Elsas Mars in Cocos 12th house: 12th house is often involved in synastry between enemies, most times the planet person is a secret enemy but since they have 10th house synastry and are public people it can make it more public. I know some people are like dont talk shit about 12th house synastry it can be good too!!! But seriously 12th house synastry so often show up in these cases, it can be good tho if the rest of the chart is good. Can we please normalize being honest about how some synastry aspects can be more complicated than others?

Elsas North Node conjunct Cocos Mars: We need a strong Mars aspect in synastry to create some serious beef like this. And while 12th and 8th house synastry can make two people act crazy its often more in a sneaky way. Mars is what makes people take it to the physical level which is what Coco did: ”At one of the last old fashioned costume balls in Europe before the start of WWII in the late 1930s, Chanel “accidentally” caught Schiaparelli on fire. The two were dancing and Chanel steered her rival, who was wearing a tree costume, into a chandelier lit with candles. The guests gleefully squirted soda water on the singed Schiaparelli to extinguish her.”

Elsas Moon in Cocos 7th house & Cocos Moon in Elsas 4th house: 4th house is not to mess with bc its our safe space and home. They were not just beefing for nothing. Both of them were unmarried at this point so this was their livelihood. 7th house is the house of open enemies so it fits well.

Elsas Venus in Cocos 10th house: Elsa was probably impressed with Cocos status and Coco felt threathened by Elsas venusian quality and bh Elsa coming from a rich family. This seem to often be the case with 10th house synastry. ”Coco had learnt to sew during her time in an orphanage as a child, but Elsa had no form of training in sewing, instead creating her designs via draping. Coco decided to girlboss and gatekeep and judged Elsa for this lack of formal training, giving her opponent the moniker 'That Italian artist who makes clothes.” Its hard to imagine Coco being intimidated by anyone bc of how huge she is today.

Elsas Lilith conjunct Cocos Venus (double whammy): This one is interesting since this one shows up in the synastry between Tyra and Naomi too. And as I mentioned in that post: A lot of pain surrounding female rivalry and beauty here. They both showed eachother the ugly side of the competition between women.

Cocos Nemesis(128) conjunct Elsas Sun: Nemesis the asteroid of enemies conjunct Sun. Need I say more?

Elsas Sun, Midheaven & Saturn in Cocos 8th house: 8th house synastry can often show some kind of envy. Elsa definitely stirred up some strong inner demons in Chanel. ”Chanel despised the new designer. Like her mentor, Paul Poiret, Schiaparelli had no formal training in sewing and designed by draping fabric on the body. No doubt Chanel found the success of an unskilled designer as offensive. ”

THEIR SYNASTRY CHART ↓

#astro notes #astrology #astro observations #synastry reading #8th house synastry

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theblackfemininesociety · 2 months

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Classy Tip #3: The Classy Trait of Simplicity.

Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and take one thing off.

— Coco Chanel 🌹

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Simplicity is indeed a key component of classiness. When it comes to life, fashion, and mental stability, simplicity can bring a sense of calmness, elegance, and sophistication. Here are a few tips on how simplicity can contribute to becoming an classy woman:

Elegance: Classy women understand that simplicity often exudes elegance. By embracing a minimalistic approach to their style and appearance, they can achieve a timeless and sophisticated look that is not overshadowed by excessive adornments or trends.

Timelessness: The concept of simplicity promotes a timeless style that transcends fleeting fashion trends. Classy women focus on building a wardrobe with versatile and quality pieces that can be worn for years to come, rather than constantly chasing the latest fashion fads.

Confidence: Simplicity allows classy women to showcase their natural beauty and confidence without relying on excessive accessories or embellishments. By embracing a more understated approach, they can exude a sense of self-assurance that comes from being comfortable in their own skin.

Clarity and Focus: Simplicity allows classy women to prioritize what truly matters in their lives. By eliminating unnecessary distractions and clutter, they can focus on their goals, values, and relationships. This clarity enables them to make informed decisions and lead a more purposeful and fulfilling life.

Increased Happiness and Well-being: Simplifying our lives can contribute to increased happiness and overall well-being. When we let go of material possessions, unnecessary obligations, and the constant pursuit of more, we can find contentment in the present moment and appreciate the simple joys of life. Simplicity allows us to live with intention, gratitude, and mindfulness, which are essential elements of a fulfilling and successful life.

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✨Note: Simplicity is not about being dull or boring; it's about embracing a refined and understated approach to life, fashion, and mental well-being. By incorporating simplicity into various aspects of your life, you can cultivate an aura of classiness that radiates peace, elegance, and sophistication.

#classy tips #black women in luxury #black women in femininity #feminine energy #black luxury #classy black women #simplicity is key #the good life

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 5 months

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Reiji - House of Chanel

Inherently, I think this went well especially with Chanel being such a traditional fashion house but also with its very feminine undertones. In comparison to some of the others, calling Chanel Reiji’s brand was more symbolic than realistic but I’ll explain.

Chanel in all its years since 1910’s has the same iconic look, the tweed structured suits, and the armoured corset dresses with delicate but impactful embellishments. It makes sense for Reji, he has this blunt yet sophisticated personality which physically manifests in his clothes; always well put together, tailored and steamed.

His suits may change but they maintain the same composition and colour palette, to the untrained eye they don’t look different but if you look closely he pays a lot of attention to what he wears.

He’s aware even as a vampire he still has the face of an 18 year old boy, there’s still that youthfulness present in his face, he makes up for it by wearing glasses he doesn’t really need but they highlight the aristocratic cutting of his face - with his sharp upturned nose, and bright red eyes.

He doesn't have his mother’s curls or his father’s pin straight hair but rather a wavy touch to his locks, he knows how it makes him look when it’s down, younger, softer …gentle and that’s just despicable! So he carefully styles his hair with mousse slicking it back, making him look more stern.

Reiji is also a lot more sensitive ( he’s a fussy, whiny little rich brat), so he can’t stand pungent smells ( blood, guts, drugs), that doesn’t mean he makes excuses to lose his composer so he has this strong cologne that is like sandalwood and kind of fruity? Like winter berries and tea leaves or something no one expected it to smell so good but he makes it work. Not to mention his hygiene is always top tier, so he has this freshly washed cotton and minty undertone.

So that's his main style right? So I was in between Dior and Chanel - and Chanel won of course

Mainly I mentioned before Chanel has more feminine undertones which I think expands well with Reiji’s complex relation with his brothers; whilst the misogynistic response to his trauma is still present he almost takes on a maternal role towards his family as much of the fandom has noticed - the reasons as why he does this is quite ironic actually. In his entirety, the persona of someone being capable is important for him, if he cannot be successful in maintaining - not only his family's name and reputation through the dictatorship of his brothers - how he holds himself in public how does he expect to be King?

Yet, all the care and attention to detail he gives is almost seen as motherly. The sheer unseriousness of it is not lost on me, even with all the rampant comments on the inferiority of women within the Sakamaki Home, the most well-adjusted and competent man is seen as feminine.

In other readings of Reiji though his feminine undertones are more purposeful, they come from the fact that him and Shu are perpendicular to one another because of Shu’s immense strength being seen as this "laid back protector archetype" as intrinsically masculine so Reiji’s more mentally vulnerable, cunning, shrewd approach is seen as more feminine ;dissect that how you will. My favourite though is Reiji picking up on etiquette by copying his mother who was a figurehead for women in the vampiric society.

Also reflected in Coco Chanel who is like, not a nice woman but she did have her moments - a cause for much scandal was her pioneering for trousers and women's athletic wear believe it or not, she was a big equestrian ( is that not the most Reiji sport ever?) and encouraged women to wear equestrian kits.

I think this also goes really well with his character in terms of politics, the synonymous nature of being a traditionalist yet paving the way is a part of Reji. He very strongly believes in the House of Sakamaki and what it stands for but he also like his father wishes to further vampiric society from it’s barbarism; in some ways he is a cultural snob but in others he’s quite attentive to the the silver lining that maintains modernism and the old ways.

The House of Channel also does this; it has always had its roots cemented in the old ways of aristocratic luxury items, but unlike many other fashion houses it does try to adapt to the changing times sometimes successfully, others not so successfully.

On a less serious note, in general I think it suits his aesthetic as well; as I’ve mentioned the iconic Chanel suits, but also the Corsets? Like Reiji is a big corset man I don’t care what anyone says, the timeless figure of archive Chanel pieces, the monotone colour scheme of darker colours. Moreover, even the chic pieces take inspiration from old money outfits: the arranged tulle of the Victorian era, the heavy contrast, the heavy gold pieces and brooches.

In comparison to Reiji’s fashion, with his fitted suits and tiny waist with the chain of his watch fob, as well as heavy contrast colours: blacks, reds, whites and navy’s.

Also the chunky jewellery makes sense in my head, it’s like masterfully placed so it doesn’t overwhelm him but I think the jewellery Reiji has includes: obviously the different chains for his antique watch, but also chunky rings seem more his thing than thin ones especially ones with carefully placed family jewels (rubies, emerald's, obsidians - as I said: snob) , this would do for more traditional attire too.

His outfits in the demon world definitely include brooches, and chains and pendants to embellish his outfit, eye makeup isn’t a big thing for him because it’s so fussy but he would definitely do darker eye makeup to bring out his eyes. He’s quite theatrical, and definitely plays into the ashy white vampire skin ( this is the skin of a killer Bella).

Overall, I refuse to believe he does casual clothing- like Reiji in sweats ( esp the juicy couture ones ) is a horrendous image. So yeah Reiji is a Chanel girl!

Also I can’t believe I completely forgot this but in the beginning Coco Chanel was overlooked by the media, in terms of her designs in the beginning of career because of a little brand called Polo…owned by Ralph Lauren that was also making athletic wear but also quite good friends with Coco Chanel

It’s almost like A certain someone who I said represented Ralph Lauren (Shu) overshadowing Chanel at first before she split off to make her own name.

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