#it's always ayia napa
Text
Ha ha ha ha!
#yes this actually happened#lampardverse#it's always ayia napa#frank lampard#jamie redknapp#jamie jamie cousin jamie. everyone knows what franko did but - what did YOU do in ayia napa?
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
A lot of random stuff/lore he said from the webinar because guess who took NOTES (these are all in order of appearance so sorry if they seem a bit scattered lol):
The photos are all stuff he sent in himself lol
His first ever debit card was an Uuno Turhapuro one (I couldn't find photos but that's what mans said)
They moved to Ruskeasanta when he was in the third grade
His mom used to work in a bank so he's been taught about financial stuff from a young age (but according to him he "forgot" a lot of it in his teens and became more like his father lol)
He used to sing in a school choir and did school plays, and after a while he found himself really liking performing
He used to get so nervous before gigs that he was shaking, and now he feels he can't perform without a proper audience (as in he feeds off audience reactions and at ESC was more nervous for rehearsals where there was no audience)
The interviewer asked if he gets nervous from something else nowadays, and he mentioned maybe being nervous about meeting the president on independence day (see: Linnan Juhlat)
His first ever summer job was at his grandparents hotel in Laukaa, where he used to mow lawns and make the beds etc for 5€/h lol
All the money he made from that job was wasted on a trip to Ayia Napa with his friends 💀
He used to be really late in the game and asked about available summer jobs in the last days of spring/first days of summer
Since his parents used to sacrifice a lot in order to get the kids new hockey gear or whatever was needed, he now has dreams of providing for his family as a way to say thank you (he mentioned his father eating scarcely for a month bcs he'd use his money on the kids, and how Mikke has also helped him pay rent etc when he was struggling financially and also during pre-UMK prep when he didn't have time to work)
When asked about school and dream jobs he mentioned applying to become an Interior architect but he didn't get in, and for a long time he also dreamed of becoming a P.E. Teacher (cursed). He also again mentioned his degree in interior design (at high school level, we call it ammattikoulu aka vocational school)
They referenced a study about finnish people mostly only planning their finances a month ahead, and he said he's already looking at his retirement plans and how to fund it. He's using the merch company money for his retirement fund, as well as other various sources, which he's splitting 4 ways (including Mikke) with the people involved. Overall his company (which he started in February and owns with his producer 50/50) pays the salaries of 7 different people with varying amounts/frequencies, and he said a lot of the tour money goes to the company to keep it afloat
Before UMK he used to photoshop house/apartment photos for Mikke (who's a photographer), as well as sell kitchens (and apparently also design them to some extent)
He used to have 5.5k followers on IG before UMK
He started gambling at 15 (it used to be legal from 15 years old in Finland until some time ago)
He moved out at 18-19 years old, and he had to quit his job quite soon after due to his illness. He lived on a lot of Kela (social sec) money, and was also helped by his family a lot
He mentioned often being anxious over his financial situation when he was younger, and was well aware that gambling isn't the best way to use money. He hopes to one day be given the opportunity to do speeches in schools etc in order to teach kids about financial security (aka do as I say not as I do lol)
Hes always lived in rented apartments, but his dream is to own his own house one day (he mentioned maybe doing it next year already)
He used to have an ASP-account (an account where you save 10% of the price of your first home and you get better loan deals) with at the most 12k€ but he had to empty it (he didn't mention what for)
When he told his family he was gonna apply for UMK and was gonna quit his job to focus on the music/preparations, Mikke said "let's make you a star" and supported him financially during that time (also his parents and grandparents helped)
He mentioned that in the future he might decline gigs if the money offered is too low, because for example 5k means he gets left with nothing because it's shared with 5-7 different people, and he says even if it means touring less he doesn't want people around him to lose money ("It's an unfortunate reality, but it's the choices you have to make as an artist if you want to be lucrative/worthwhile")
When asked about the Euro tour he mentioned (very strained I might add) that "some things" happened and he's not gonna be left with any money from it, if he'd known beforehand how it was gonna go he wouldn't do it. He was excited to see how it goes but he said he's more interested in people coming to Finland to support our economy, instead of him going abroad [and leaving the money there]
Also NEW MUSIC 15.9
227 notes
·
View notes
Text
come to austria? | CARLOS SAINZ x Reader
Summary: Carlos isn’t your boyfriend, and you desperately wish he was. Set after Silverstone ‘22, semi-established relationship.
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings/tags: smut, oral sex (female and male receiving), drinking, smoking, fluff, angst(ish)
mdni please :)
a/n: my first f1 fic :) send me requests and interact!! im desperate for new moots x
masterlist!
Spanish translations at the bottom!
Your fingertips, cooler than the skin on your thighs, skim the hem of your dress as you make sure that you won’t be flashing anyone once you’re back inside; your makeup has been touched up, your dress sorted, your hair smoothed back into its proper parting – you look and, most importantly, feel good. The girl beside you, practically shoulder to shoulder, kisses her teeth appreciatively when she sees you, “Girl,” she says, one brow raised, “You look fuckin’ hot.”
You smile, “Thanks, you too.”
You drop your cigarette butt on the floor and put it out with your shoe, then push your way out of the cool alleyway that made for a smoking area, skimming past the queue for the toilets and striding back down the hallway to the vibrantly lit nightclub, searching the crowds for any sign of Carlos, and spot him across the club with the other drivers, his smile permanently adorning his features since his win – it’s hard to believe it’s his first, knowing his talent and commitment. You sidle through the crowds until you can see the back of Charles’ shirt, then slip into the circle of people, looping your hand around Carlos’ arm. He smiles in greeting, then frowns slightly, “Have you been smoking?”
You blush – he’s hardly scolding you, but you always feel a little awkward in your indulgences when he is so careful about his health. On his other side, Pierre snorts at the interaction.
You met the Spaniard years ago, when he moved to the UK after joining McLaren – he’d been a friend of a friend, the kind of person that overlapped just enough with your social circle that you saw him at any big gathering of friends. You’d noticed him – it was hard not to – but you hadn’t ever properly talked to him until about a year into your acquaintance (a too formal word for your relationship, though accurate.) It was over a year into knowing him that it had started; innocently at a dinner with some of your mutual friends, the night ending at your flat with an F1 driver in your bed. It had only progressed from there – every social gathering ended in bed with him, and slowly you started to text while he was away, and eventually started FaceTiming when he was gone for longer. A friends’ trip to Ayia Napa had seen you attached at the hip, and then he had, gradually, started inviting you to Grand Prix. You had adamantly rejected the first few offers – the idea of inadvertently revealing your not-quite relationship to the masses was terrifying, and you had plenty of excuses – work, family, friends.
It was, however, hard to make an excuse for not attending your home Grand Prix. You had been to Silverstone before, a couple of times when you were teenager for a day out – it often, conveniently, fell near your brother’s birthday, making a good excuse for day drinking and family bonding.
You’d ended up sharing his hotel room for the weekend, not wanting to have to travel from London everyday, and the weekend had been perfect; his pole had put you both in a good mood, and his win had left him on a high that you knew would make for a fun night – in more ways than one. And yet, all weekend you had been thinking about the conversation that had been coming up more and more lately – the question of how to define your relationship. You are Carlos’ girlfriend in every way but nominally, and though you hardly want to announce the relationship to millions, you also want to be able to say that he is your boyfriend, to say it without doubting it. You take his drink from his hand, drinking some of it as the conversation spurs on, his arm finding its place over your shoulders; Charles wriggles his eyebrows in your direction, smirking at the casual marks of your relationship, knowing about your inner turmoil from your gossip with Charlotte.
Carlos’ body feels warm at your side, your bare skin pressed into his shirt, his skin warm and uncompromising even through the fabric. Tugging at your hair – straightened for the night – you suddenly feel distinctly sober, distinctly ready to be taken home, to kiss him in the back of the taxi and show him just how proud you were of him. You press yourself more firmly into him, feeling him reciprocate your movement. “Cariño,” he murmurs, his other arm pulling you backwards into him by the waist, “You’re killing me.”
You smile to yourself, resting your head back on his shoulder so you can speak only to him, “That’s kind of the point, love.”
He presses his lips to your hairline. “We can’t leave.”
“Why not?” you say, hating how whiny you must seem.
He looks at you with scepticism, knowing you know he needs to stay a little longer at least. Bored, you twist, kiss his cheek, and announce that you’re getting yourself another drink, and disappearing off to the bar.
“Are you alright?”
You look away from the drinks display, and are greeted with the sight of an attractive man, a few years older than you, with sharp features and a kind look in his eyes. “Oh, yeah, just trying to work out what drink I want.”
He glances at the bartender, “He looks busy, might be a while until you get served.”
You smile up at him. “Yeah, I might have to have some fun while I wait. Wanna join me for a dance?”
He grins, pulling you away from the counter.
The club doesn’t have a dance floor, per se, given that the entire club was for dancing, but the middle of the room is the most active – the jostling of people moving about and dancing with the bass. You have your back to him, his hands finding your waist as you found a spot in the middle of the floor, the F1 drivers just visible in your line of sight.
You let yourself move with the music, grinding slightly against your dance partner, his hands roaming, braver as your dancing instils some confidence in him – he thinks he has you, hook, line and sinker.
Leaning slightly into him, you do nothing to discourage his touchiness, the feeling of his hands on your waist, arse, and thighs nice, even with your thoughts still on Carlos. You turn to face your dancing partner, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting his hands pull you closer to him, your bodies fully pressed into each other now. “I didn’t catch your name!” you say, on the verge of shouting to be heard.
“Tommy,” he says, leaning down to be heard, “Yours?”
You tell him, and he compliments you, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. You look up at the strobe lights above you, Tommy’s movements only making you think of Carlos. You can see him in your peripheral vision, eyes finding you with Pierre’s guidance. You’re playing a dangerous game – catching his attention like this, letting him know just how much you wanted to leave this club, reminding him, all the while, that you weren’t even technically his. Tommy’s lips are more assertive on your neck now, and you search once more for the man you arrived with. Carlos seems to have disappeared, and for a moment you wonder if this was fruitless; but then, you feel another body brush past you, a little too close.
Carlos pulls you to the side, breaking the apparent moment; Tommy stumbles back slightly, frowning at Carlos, whose hand is on your arm. “Who the fuck are you?” your dance partner asks.
You look between them, realising that this was the extent of your plan – you’d got Carlos’ attention, even gotten him to intervene, but you’d failed to work out how to prevent an actual conflict. Carlos looks at you, his eyes dark, angry, “Well, cariño,” Carlos says, “you got my attention.”
You roll your eyes, looking back at Tommy. He looks at you, venom in his eyes as he understands what is happening, then disappears from your sight. At least you’ve avoided a confrontation. Carlos is staring at you – glaring, really – and you suddenly feel embarrassed of your behaviour – it feels childish. “How d’you know that’s what I wanted?”
He doesn’t say anything – he doesn’t need to. Instead, he starts to walk toward the exit, his hand on your waist to make sure you don’t lose each other in the crowd; you don’t try to protest how he just assumes you’ll go with him, but neither do you ease into it. Outside, in the cold night air, you stare at each other for a long moment, waiting to hail a cab, your arms wrapped around yourself to protect you from the wind, harsh despite the summer month. Something softens slightly in his expression, and he holds out a jumper for you; you take it, a little perplexed as to where it had materialised from. You pull it over your head regardless, letting it hang over your tight dress. The grey fabric of the jumper is soft on your skin, warm and soothing on your goosebumps. You can smell the sweat and alcohol of the club in the fabric, but, under that, the distinctive aroma of Carlos – a warm scent, the kind that is hard to explain, yet is simply unique. A sleek cab pulls up, pulling you from the scent and Carlos ushers you in ahead of him, giving your address to the driver. Carlos looks at you, his expression that of someone who wanted to speak, but feared that they did not know how their words would land.
Turning your eyes back to the street lights, you watch them sliding past your window rhythmically, momentarily illuminating your knees a golden yellow with the consistent thrum of a heartbeat, light after light. The blue light of Carlos’ phone casts a slight glow beside you as he texts someone, probably one of the drivers, and you realise how weird the journey was; the anticipation of what was to come at home was thick, but nevertheless, you’re used to kissing on the way home, used to him being all over you, as you were him, until you have to get out.
You can feel the rough fabric of his trousers against your outer thigh, and as he puts his phone in his pocket he rests one hand on your knee, almost instinctively. You nearly shiver at the touch – it’s involuntary, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he does to you quite yet.
He pays the driver as you get out, fumbling for your keys in your clutch, the metal cold as you extract them, holding them in your hand as you press the door code in and start up the stairs, teetering slightly after hours of drinking, unable to see the boundaries between the steps. On your floor, as you unlock the door, you can feel his eyes trained on you, observing your every move. The door opens and you turn the light on, despite the fact it makes you both squint, and dump your clutch on the counter beside your keys. Your flatmate’s washing up from lunch is still drying by the sink, her shoes gone from the mat by the door, the flat homely – books scattered all over the living room and kitchen, a quilt thrown over the back of the sofa. Carlos hangs back as you head to your bedroom, wrestling out of his sweater on the way. In your room, the sweater discarded on top of your drawers, you sighed deeply. You had wanted to tease him a little, hurry him up so you could get to this point in the night, but now you were anxious that he was actually upset, that you’d managed to actually fuck things up.
He joins you in the bathroom a minute or so later, watching from the door as you wipe your makeup off and do your skincare routine, trying not to look at him. The best way to deal with this would be to face it, head on, you decided. He lets you pass to the bedroom, where you turn to face him.
“Carlos,” you say, “I didn’t mean to upset you and I’m worried that I have.”
His expression, already soft, turns to concern as he steps across the room to reach you. “I’m not upset.”
He can see that you don’t believe him, so he kisses you, softly, his hands cupping your face to bring you closer. You lean into it. “We should be celebrating,” you murmur, “I’m sorry for making you leave early. I’ll make it up to you.”
His hands find your waist as you kiss him again, your hands in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He hums in agreement as your hands slide to unbutton his shirt, his own unzipping your dress with care not to get your hair caught. You push his chest to sit him down on your bed, letting him tuck your hair over your shoulder as you drop the dress, leaving you in just your underwear; you push him back, kissing him again, this time with more urgency. You can feel against you as you straddle him, his hands firm on your body as you kiss him, working down his chest as you push his shirt off. Your hands make quick work of his trousers and pants, freeing his length, your kisses reaching his cock.
You take his tip in your mouth, teasing with your tongue, feeling his fingers in your hair, guiding you down onto him. You press your tongue to the underside of his cock, setting a steady rhythm as you make a mess around him, the music escaping him only fueling you. Your hand takes care of his balls and the base of his cock, and you have to relax your throat so you don’t gag – though he can feel your body trying not to react around him, the sensation both rough and delicate at once. “That’s it, cariño, just like that.” he praises, his breaths shaky. You can feel him tensing under you as you keep your rhythm, pushing him closer and closer to his orgasm, your own sex practically throbbing.
He comes, and you swallow around him, lifting your head and smirking up at him. He wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, though the action does nothing to clean up the mess, so he kisses you. “‘M so proud.” you whisper into him, “‘M so, so proud of you.”
He holds your face. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
You push against his hands to kiss the tip of his nose, “Me too.”
He smiles, flipping you over so he’s on top of you. “Let me repay you.”
You stop him. “Tonight s’all about you, love.”
He looks up at you with those wide, pleading eyes and you melt in his hands, knowing you could never deny him. He unclasps your bra, sucking and biting dark marks into your flesh, your fingers pressed into his scalp, undone by the simplest of touches. His mouth trails down to your underwear, bruising the soft flesh of your inner thighs, his hands under your legs, pulling your hips into him. You gasp as he presses his mouth to your clit, the lace of your pants rough on your core. He pulls the underwear of you so abruptly you nearly jump, the scrape of the fabric disconcertingly pleasing.
His lips meet your clit again, his tongue turning you into putty beneath him, his hands solid on your hips, pulling you so close you’re scared he’ll suffocate. You can’t think anymore, bucking into him as he winds you up, shaking and moaning at his mercy, teasing your orgasm as you cling to his scalp, your head pressed deep into your mattress, the only thing grounding you to the moment being his hands on your hips and his hair in your hands.
Carlos has always been frustratingly good at this, but a year and a half of sex has taught him every signal, every inch of your body and how to play it. He is teasing, pushing you to the precipice and pulling you back again, letting your orgasm build and build until you think you might just die. And then, eventually, he takes mercy, he pushes you over the edge and watches as you work through the overwhelming sensations, his lips kissing every inch of your skin he can reach, right up to your forehead.
His forehead, pressed to your own, your chests heaving against each other, breathing the same moist air, skin on skin on skin. You give yourselves a moment of rest, a moment to absorb each other, to be at peace in this moment without thinking about what comes next.
He, as always, is the first to move. Your flatmate’s away, but he pulls on some joggers anyway, fetching you some water and coming back to find that you’ve dragged yourself up to lean on the headboard, beckoning for him to join you. Skin on skin, again, as you sip some water, still shaky, as he watches you in such a vulnerable moment, appreciating every ounce of intimacy you allow him. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, your skin flushed, his warm too.
He kisses your forehead absentmindedly. “Come to Austria.”
You don’t say anything. He can practically feel your mind whirring, arguing with yourself. You pull away, setting your water down on the bedside table, then you face him. “Am I your girlfriend?”
He watches you for a second and finds that he adores every part of you, even the slight frown of your eyebrows, the nervous chewing of your lower lip. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and knows his answer but not why he’s never said it before.
“If you’ll have me.” he says, feeling you relax. “I don’t know why I haven’t asked you. I guess I thought you would tell me you didn’t want to go public.”
You lean your head on his chest, listening to the thrum of his heart and gazing out the window. “I don’t want to go public, but I still want to be your girlfriend.”
He smiles to himself, knowing you can’t see it, and hopes you’ll come to Austria and Hungary and every race after, and that you’ll sack off work and come to live in Madrid with him. It feels selfish – he’d rather you be happy in London than miserable in Spain with him, but he indulges in the thought anyway. He leans in and kisses you, softly, lovingly. He manoeuvres you around again as he pulls his joggers off, so that he is hovering over you, peppering his beautiful girlfriend in kisses as he lets himself roam your body, turning you on just how you like it, his cock hard again. He murmurs his request for consent into your neck, and you giggle, humming affirmatively. As he presses himself into you, he feels you arch up into him, still gasping at what, now, must be a familiar sensation. Your hands rake his back as he loves you slowly, taking his time to draw pleasure from you, to listen to your sounds and sighs, to kiss you and praise you. Firm, slow, passionate, unlike your usual sex in so many ways.
He feels you trembling, about to climax, and he kisses you through it, the rhythm of his movement grounding you as a tear slips across your face. He comes in you, both of you slumping into each other. “Mi novia,” he mutters, “Mi hermosa novia.”
You sigh under him. “I’ll come to Austria.”
He kisses your shoulder. Te quiero, te quiero, te quiero.
cariño = sweetheart
mi (hermosa) novia = my (beautiful) girlfriend
te quiero = i love you
#carlos sainz jr#carlos sainz x y/n#carlos sainz x reader#Carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz#carlos sainz fluff#carlos sainz one shot#f1#f1 x reader#f1 x you#cs55
373 notes
·
View notes
Note
⭐^⭐
⭐ ⭐ both below the cut!
first, let's do: something from the unpublished fic colloquially known as "Jamie did a bad bad thing." I guess the working title is "red red red." it's too disjointed to have a proper title yet--
“I’ll just be honest, Jamie. Some of my friends think you’re gay.”
Jamie’s heart is instantly pounding so much he feels like he can’t breathe. “Who does? Which friends?”
“Does it matter?”
"Of course it fucking matters. I want to know who's saying that kind of shit about me."
"As if being gay was the worst thing in the world, Jamie. Jesus Christ."
Jamie thinks he should have a good, snappy response, to show Louise just how wrong she was, but he comes up so blank that she just snorts out of some kind of disgust, shakes her head, and turns away from him.
What was bad about it? Well...the things Dad and Uncle Frank always said, for one.
He feels stupid not having a proper answer for Louise. And for his only answer to be something about his Dad and his uncle, like he wasn't a full-grown adult.
He closes his eyes he doesn’t want to see Louise he doesn’t want to think about her but when he closes his eyes—
Red red red on the pink lips. The hand that haunts him (all those movies he was so scared of back then were just a preview…) The chubby hand that haunts him, a little damp from the sweat of Ayia Napa nights, a little sticky. Hitting at his arms kind of uselessly. Sloppy. Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie. What kind of hand was it?
--throughout this fic, Jamie has to encounter a few things over and over that haunt him, and one of them is his own learned homophobia vs his obvious wanting of another, uh, man. I was thinking about how hate and bigotry are just such pathetic, empty concepts. like, if you stop to break it down for a second--unless you're some kind of leviticus bible thumper, there is literally nothing wrong with being gay, and if you only think so cause you grew up hearing it from adults, that's extremely pathetic, and could be embarrassing to be caught in by someone who thinks your homophobia is ridiculous. I know that not everyone is gonna think like this--trust me, i've experienced homophobia of my own--but themes of infantilization kind of run throughout the Lampardverse and i like the idea of jamie's own issues getting thrust back in his face to make him feel even more pathetic and insecure. (I also experienced something like this in real life--a person trying to make a homophobic remark who got shut down by everyone else around him making him feel like shit about it, and it was kind of epic ngl). But then also we have Jamie--canonically insanely anxious and fearful and haunted Jamie--getting drawn away from reality by the disjointedly remembered nightmare of his Past Actions.
the next one: from the Christmas Chapter (TM, 'tis the season!) of Dangerous AU. warnings: being a little gross with blood, gratuitious mention of Killing. it's dangerous AU, you know! blunt but pulpy and silly.
“This blood is very sexy on you. Let me take a picture.” And Granit pulls out his phone. “This will be very nice to have when you’re not with me, you know.”
Mikel barely thinks about what Granit means. He leans back down and takes another taste.
“Hey, hey, what the fuck!” Granit’s hand grips his arm too hard and pulls him up to his feet. “What are you doing?”
“This is part of what I do.”
“But—you—” Granit is confused, and Mikel can practically see his mind working and fail to make sense of it. No one could possibly. “You’re—But aren’t you going to get sick?”
“I haven’t yet. But if I do…I do. Does it matter?” Who would even care, he’s always wondered, if he was gone? His family, sure. But they’d never known the real Mikel; they’d be mourning someone else. So would it even matter?
“Yes it does. Of course it matters.” Granit is angry at him. “What about your Granit? Do you think he wants to lose you?”
Granit places his hand over Mikel’s fast-beating heart. “Don’t—don’t be stupid. Okay? Kill them as much as you want, you deserve to have some fun, maybe I can watch again someday. I hope I can. But don’t be stupid.”
There’s so much Granit still doesn’t know.
“Okay, shpirti im?”
Mikel just nods. There’s no need to argue this right now.
He wraps his arms around Granit and presses his forehead, where no blood is, against Granit’s heartbeat.
They are still singing in the church. He used to like midnight mass—the songs, the incense and shadows and mystery.
This is better.
Here we get a little glimpse into serial killer Mikel's, uh, behaviors. i haven't figured out when in the trajectory of this fic this chapter happens, but by the time it does, the reader will know plenty about mikel's behaviors after he murders and why he does. however, this'll be granit's first time seeing it, and he's kind of horrified. remember, of course, that granit is a murder machine and a sadist who kills for fun in a way that mikel does not, but--BUT!
this is one of my favorite parts of writing dangerous au, see, it's over the top and silly, and a recurring theme is that both of them are often on a kind of moral high horse about their own killing methods and motivations. for example, granit--and Taulant when he finally shows up (who, in canon, mikel is slightly afraid of) and all of his people think the concept of serial killing is weird and disturbing, while mikel thinks granit & co are slightly unnerving and deranged. this is FUNNY (to me, because i have a dreadful sense of humor) because obviously neither of them has ANY place to judge. also what's important here is the running theme of granit sincerely believing mikel has so much worth and having a huge heart of gold--in his very own way--when it comes to him. in fact, granit loves and values mikel so much that mikel's lack of self-worth makes hm rather angry!
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
How Can Larnaca Car Rental Assist With Full Tours Of Cyprus Islands ?
Cyprus, an island nation steeped in history and culture, beckons travelers with its picturesque landscapes, ancient ruins, and azure waters. While there are many ways to experience the beauty of Cyprus, none offer the flexibility and freedom quite like embarking on a self-guided tour with Car Rental Larnaca. In this guide, we’ll delve into how Larnaca Car Rental can assist in creating unforgettable full tours of the Cyprus Islands, providing insights into must-visit destinations, driving tips, and more.
The Convenience of Car Rental in Larnaca
Flexibility with a rental car at your disposal, you have the freedom to explore Cyprus at your own pace. No rigid schedules or crowded tour buses to contend with — just the open road and endless possibilities.
Cyprus is brimming with hidden treasures off the beaten path. With a rental car, you can venture off into the countryside, discovering quaint villages, secluded beaches, and untouched landscapes.
Cost-effectiveness contrary to popular belief, renting a car in Cyprus can be surprisingly affordable, especially when compared to other transportation options. Plus, the savings on guided tours and excursions can quickly add up.
Planning Your Itinerary city of Larnaca car rental
Must-visit Destinations from the bustling city of Larnaca to the idyllic beaches of Ayia Napa, Cyprus boasts a diverse array of attractions waiting to be explored. Consider incorporating iconic landmarks such as the ancient ruins of Kourion and the breathtaking Troodos Mountains into your itinerary.
Cultural experiences immerse yourself in Cypriot culture by visiting traditional villages, sampling local cuisine, and attending cultural events and festivals. Car rental in Larnaca Cyprus can provide recommendations for authentic experiences that showcase the island’s rich heritage.
Outdoor adventures With its Mediterranean climate and varied terrain, Cyprus is a paradise for outdoor enthusiasts. Whether you enjoy hiking, snorkeling, or simply soaking up the sun on a pristine beach, there’s no shortage of activities to enjoy.
Navigating Cyprus Roads with rental car
Driving Tips: While driving in Cyprus is relatively straightforward, there are a few things to keep in mind to ensure a smooth journey. Remember to drive on the left side of the road, adhere to speed limits, and exercise caution on winding mountain roads.
GPS Navigation: Larnaca Car Rental offers GPS navigation systems to help you navigate the island with ease. Whether you’re exploring remote villages or navigating bustling city streets, a GPS can be invaluable for finding your way around.
Road Conditions: While major highways in Cyprus are well-maintained, some rural roads may be narrower and more challenging to navigate. Take your time, and don’t hesitate to pull over to admire the scenery or let other vehicles pass.
Larnaca Car Rental Safety and Security Policy
Vehicle maintenance Before embarking on your journey, Car rental in Larnaca ensures that all vehicles undergo thorough maintenance checks to ensure they are in optimal condition. However, it’s always a good idea to familiarize yourself with the vehicle’s features and perform basic safety checks before setting off.
Emergency assistance in the unlikely event of an emergency, Larnaca car rental provides 24/7 roadside assistance to ensure your safety and peace of mind. Simply contact their dedicated support team, and they’ll be there to assist you promptly.
Eco-Friendly Travel Options with Larnaca Car Rental
Electric and hybrid vehicles for environmentally conscious travelers, Larnaca car rental offers a selection of electric and hybrid vehicles that minimize carbon emissions and reduce environmental impact. Explore Cyprus with a clear conscience, knowing that you’re doing your part to preserve its natural beauty for future generations.
Sustainable practices Larnaca car rental is committed to sustainability and implements eco-friendly practices throughout its operations. From energy-efficient office spaces to paperless booking processes, they strive to minimize their carbon footprint and promote responsible tourism.
Conclusion
Full tour of the Cyprus Islands with Larnaca Car Rental is a journey like no other — a journey filled with freedom, flexibility, and unforgettable experiences. Whether you’re exploring ancient ruins, soaking up the sun on a pristine beach, or sampling delicious Cypriot cuisine, the possibilities are endless when you have a rental car at your disposal. So why wait? Start planning your Cyprus adventure today and let Larnaca Car Rental be your trusted companion every step of the way.
0 notes
Text
Car Rental in Limassol Airport with Infinite Car Rentals
Arriving in Limassol? Skip the hassle of waiting for taxis or relying on public transportation. With our Limassol Airport Car Rental service, you can enjoy the convenience of having your vehicle ready and waiting for you upon arrival. Whether you're seeking the crystal-clear waters of Aphrodite's Rock, the ancient ruins of Kourion, or the scenic Troodos Mountains, our knowledgeable staff is always on hand to provide insider tips and recommendations, ensuring you make the most of your time on this captivating Mediterranean island.
0 notes
Text
#MixOfDay #Podcast #Radioshow #LiveDjset
Collective Groove in the OSO:DEN #009
The musical arm of Collective Groove consists of Charlie & Pete, good friends for just under a decade having been introduced by their third honorary member Bobby
Charlie found underground electronic music through the peak of UK garage back in his mid to late teens. His early club encounters were in venues such as Scala in the UK & Club Abyss in Ayia Napa. An undisputed era in UK music which was always about having the best time, he naturally found his way into the house (and occasionally disco) scene
Pete shares a very similar story although he can add D'n'B and Jungle as accolades of his youth. Throughout his earlier years he managed to haul an extensive collection of early house & garage records which still get dusted off and played to this day
Recently the pair have reunited their love for the 90s house scene. A time in which the US house vibes coming from places such as New York, Chicago and Detroit were birthing the garage scene they loved so much here in the UK. They list Jovonn, Ron Trent, Tony Humphries, Kerri Chandler, MAW, Blaze, 95 North, Chez Damier, Glenn Underground, Jazz N Groove & Mood II Swing amongst their most influential artists
"For our OSO:Den mix we wanted to do something almost exclusively from the music of the 90's. We've favoured the more driving NY sound but included are some absolute bumpin highs. Much of the music is from the pioneers of this time, a sound which in our opinion never tires. We love that Bear & the Oso:Den crew are keeping such an important era of music alive and hope that experienced music heads can enjoy the mix whilst hopefully blessing the younger ears with some exquisite records they may have never heard before"
Follow on instagram for full trackllist and more sounds:
collective_groove | oso.den
"Deep House", "Soulful House", "Classic House", "US House", "Underground ", "Garage House"
www.priokskfm.online
https://ift.tt/75xSXqO
#Deep House#Soulful House#Classic House#US House#Underground#Garage House#Priokskfm#mixofaday#Bear Winder#SoundCloud
1 note
·
View note
Text
Are you looking for Private taxi service and reliable Airport Taxi Cyprus?
Numerous guests from everywhere the world come Cyprus searching for a great time frame, since gatherings, karaoke and clubs and furthermore a few significant meets. Yet, do you have any idea about there's something else to the decision besides that here. When you are in an outside country like Cyprus, there is generally an inquiry strikes to you that how to get the best Taxi in Larnaca air terminal Cyprus? Right! Allow us to let you know finding a taxi in Ayia Napa or Larnaca is extremely simple as like as purchasing a chocolate or frozen yogurt from the market. You're an extended get-away or for the pressing gatherings, why burn through your significant time remaining in line for tickets or attempting to track down the method of public transportation and that is too in an unknown dialect? As another option, remove the pressure from your outing by picking a straight and exceptionally dependable Airport Taxi Cyprus. You understand what you will find your cabbie standing by leniently right beyond the air terminal appearances holding a sign with your name on it. Likewise in the event that you have a few different plans as a primary concern like tracking down a Larnaca air terminal to ayia napa move then, at that point, it's actual straightforward and the most effective way since there are no trains, just an uncommon transport administration in Larnaca.
So its generally the most ideal choice to pick a taxi to head out to your objective structure the air terminal.
To partake in your excursion and searching for a problem free excursion beginning from convey your gear to your pre-chosen vehicle to take out at your objective, then always remember to recruit an expert taxi administration in Cyprus by riding through their site. On the off chance that you need a taxi administration, you have three choices: stroll to local taxi stand, call a neighborhood taxi organization, or flag down a taxi in the road. To flag down a taxi in the road, you simply stick out your arm when you see a taxi without travelers inside and you know it's anything but a helpful work while you are in another country. Nonetheless, in the event that you'd like to stroll to a stand to get your taxi then you need to emerge from the air terminal and walk then, at that point, request that the cab drivers drop at your objective. In any case, recollect you probably won't get the best expense and administration from that point as there isn't anything referenced while employing Private taxi larnaca air terminal to ayia napa from stand.
Limassol one of the most incredible spots for the occasion where many individuals all over the planet comes for a vital excursion. The people who love dynamic occasions will have no chance to get exhausted on Limassol sea shores in light of the many kinds of water game and experience exercises. The majority of individuals search for the modest exchange from Taxi Larnaca Airport Limassol which is the second biggest city with the greatest port of the island where you can investigate a lot more things above and beyond. As one of the renowned place of interest you can track down many stops for transports and taxicabs along the seaside street. We are one of the most outstanding Cuprus Taxi Company generally love to serve our clients more than ever who search for Private taxi from larnaca airport to Limassol. At the point when you pick our administration we won't ever let you down or reevaluate by giving you the outrageous solace with our ride. Whether you select one of our normal taxi administrations, or you have an extraordinary solicitation, have confidence that we will furnish you with the best quality help as the taxi accomplice.
0 notes
Text
Teaching an open water diver course is always fun and satisfying. Learn to dive in Protaras at I Dive Cyprus this holiday.
#scubadiving#scuba: explore the underwater world#scuba diving#scubagear#scubalife#scubaworld#scuba#scubalove#scubaphoto#scubapro#protaras#protarasscubadiving#protarasdiving#learntodiveprotaras#idivecyprus#idivecyprus2023#scubagirl#diving#scubadivingprotaras#padi#naui#scubadivingcyprus#cyprus#ayianapascubadiving#ayianapa#zenobia
1 note
·
View note
Text
"What's in a name?", or different terms that people use to talk about the other side.
I've alluded to this in some of my other posts, but there are multiple terms that people use to talk about the other side. Sometimes, these terms can hint at the speaker's political views, but this isn't always the case and thus, should be taken with a grain of salt.
Still, here are some of the common terms that you might hear when people talk about "the other side".
On the Greek Cypriot side, people have used various terms depending on the context. In government documents and on websites, I've seen phrases like "areas under the control of the government of the Republic of Cyprus". The area including Paralimni and Ayia Napa is sometimes referred to as "Free Famagusta" or "Ελεύθερη Αμμόχωστος/Eleftheri Ammoxostos" in Greek. You might also hear terms like "the pseudostate" or "ψευδοκράτος/psefdokratos" in Greek.
However, in daily life, I think people use the terms "the occupied area", "κατεχόμενα/katexomena", and "the other side" or "over there" more often. Police at the checkpoint often use the term the occupied area, for example. This seems to support my Cypriot Greek teacher's explanation that this term has a bit more of a political undertone compared to the more euphemistic "the other side" or "ποτζεί/potzei" (pronounced pochi) in Cypriot Greek. He did say, however, that even some Turkish Cypriots use the term the occupied territory when speaking in Cypriot Greek which surprised me.
On the Turkish Cypriot side, some people use similar terms like over there/orada in Turkish. In English, I've heard Turkish Cypriots call it the south or the Greek side.
As an outsider, I find it fascinating seeing how even our choice of language for describing the other side can reveal certain thoughts that we agree with or have been taught to say. While I am not Cypriot, I think it's important for foreigners to know what words are used to better understand Cyprus, Cypriot people, and the difficult situation that remains on the island.
1 note
·
View note
Text
caroline Forbes House
You do not need to own a property in this country as you can simply choose to book and stay in local private villas at reasonable prices. These rental villas include a number of facilities such as car parking, and many offer pool or sea views and proximity to golf clubs according to the different needs of the holidaymakers. It is also possible to choose villas according to your minimum or maximum budget ranges. There are some villas to rent constructed on the seafront in excellent locations allowing you to enjoy a tremendous sea view during your stay at the villa, and making for a very comfortable break with your spouse and family. Villas in particular offer a more relaxed holiday option for those with children as they allow more freedom.
There are numerous types of Villas for Rent in Cyprus and the options vary according to your own specifications and interests. Your choice of villa depends on whether you want to stay with your family, friends or just stay alone and what location and facilities you require. Many people also come here to conduct research during their studies, particularly those on geographical trips due to the unique natural landscape and endemic species of plants and flowers in Cyprus. These rental villas provide you with everything you need in order to enjoy your stay in comfort. It is possible to rent a villa with as many as 6 beds for 14 persons allowing large groups of family and friends. Villas can even be rented out by a single person seeking to relax and or even for business purposes. Villas can also include special guards for those requiring additional privacy such as celebrities and the villa management company has the responsibility to provide security for its guests.
Find The Best Rental House For Tourists in Kalapet, Puducherry, India.
Most people choose to rent villas in Cyprus for the additional freedom it allows. One cannot get of the same level of freedom when renting a hotel or some other places. Moreover, in most cases it is difficult to get a large number of persons to stay in the same place, which is always a problem for larger families or groups of friends travelling together. Another important consideration is the accessibility of key places of interest. Most holiday rental villas are also constructed in places which make it is easy to reach shopping places, restaurants, beaches and many other places of interest at walking distance.
One of the most beautiful resorts on the island is Protaras and its neighbouring villas of Ayia Napa. It is located in the south eastern part of the country and is well-known for delicious foods and its picturesque beaches with white sand and crystal clear waters. Apart from the beaches, there are a large number of museums, resorts, clubs and musical events, all easily accessible from the Protaras and Ayia Napa holiday villas for rent.
A Picturesque setting under the Mediterranean sun, Cyprus is an island with great history although it has managed to blend in perfectly with modern day world. It adorns a unique holding on European culture as well as a fascination for the ancient. There are so many things just waiting to be discovered with captivating beaches, sweet scented mountain peaks, vineyards scattered with olive trees, as well as groves of lemon trees and remains of historical villages. It can all be found here in Cyprus.
There are an abundance of villas in Cyprus, either close to or far from the beaches. The resorts are unique in their surroundings, garden scenery and cultural festivity. The accommodation also offers you perfect luxury allowing you and your family to enjoy that so important quality time together. Apart from the luxury villas, there are also a full range of exclusive apartments including those found in Paphos which provide great access to the beaches. All of this holiday accommodation is also available as long term rentals.
Also available are a complete choice of Cyprus villas as rentals. You will find Cyprus villas and immaculate apartments with rental properties also available in Coral Bay, Peyia, Kamares, and Aphrodite Hills. All of these villas offer a variety of amenities, air- conditioning, outstanding hygiene, 24 hour room service and virtually anything you could possibly ask for on vacation. The villas also overlook the sea and include a swimming pool, ideal for both adults and kids. Sporting entertainment includes both golf courses and skiing resorts.
There are other locations on offer too for Cyprus holiday villas like Sea Caves. This mainly residencial area can be found close to Paphos and provides a complete range of luxury villas. Ideally situated not too far from the airport and surrounded by shops, bars and quality restaurants. And thet are just a stones throw away from the Akamas Peninsula and other great swimming locations.
Coral bay Area Villas: Outstanding villas for those who want to be right by the beach. Kato Paphos Villas: Here you will be able to have a dip in the pool near the Hesperides Gardens. Pervolia: Another wonderful swimming pool and excellent tavernas. Secret Valley Resort Villa: Quality villas in touch with a magnificent golf course. Peyia Village Villa: An array of quality villas located between the villages of Peyia and coral bay. Central Paphos: Really close to the city with a variety of great restaurants.
More information :- https://abnb.me/IsDJXeoqKvb
0 notes
Text
god, Jamie being jealous and panicking when his mate in Liverpool gets a steady girlfriend.
and of course.... it's Ayia Napa again. maybe this makes Jamie protective over Franko in the Ayia Napa sunshine...
1 note
·
View note
Text
Spring Break is here !
Hello everyone, last week was pretty hectic so I was not able to post. The end of the semester is slowly approaching. I now have only one week of classes left after spring break, and then I will have study week and then finals. I am very happy to have two weeks of spring break, it will give me the much needed time to destress and get ready for finals.
Two weeks ago I went to Paphos for a weekend trip with global semesters. Since Paphos is a two hour trip by bus we did stop at some places on the way to Paphos. Our first stop was at Kolossi Castle. It is a former Crusader stronghold on the south-west edge of Kolossi village, and considered one of the best medieval castles in Cyprus. Then we stopped at Kourion where we got to see beautiful mosaics and a Greco-Roman theater. We also had a tour guide when visiting these small spots before getting to Paphos, and we all had a very informative speech while looking at all of the mosaics in Limassol. After these two stops we finally made it to Paphos, but we stopped at Petra tou Romiou which is the birthplace of Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty. We were able to get some amazing pictures of the sea and the rock that Aphrodite was born on.
That was an amazing start to the weekend. The next day a group of us in global semesters went to the beach. The water was freezing but it was very beautiful, the ocean was so clear and clean it was so breathtaking and gave me more reason to like this island. After spending a couple hours on the beach, we all wanted to do an activity on the beach since the waterpark was not open at the time. We were able to find a water dock that had water tubing, paragliding, jet skiing and other fun water activities. We all decided to do water tubing in small groups. I have never been water tubing before nor have I done any ocean activities before in my life, but I figured since I’m already on an European Island I might as well do everything I can to have a nice time. I did enjoy water tubing a lot, even though the boat pulled us a lot faster than I was anticipating and had thoughts that we were going to flip over the tube and end up floating in the ocean. As funny as that sounds now since I’ve already done it, my poor anxiety could not handle the amount of stress I would have if that did happen. As much as I overthinked the decision to go water tubing and almost pulled out, I did it and it was an adrenaline rush. I'm so used to roller coasters and being in the air, but being thrown around on a tube and getting pulled very fast on the ocean is a very different experience. I am happy that I did it with friends and not alone. Since going water tubing I am very excited to do paragliding now, I’ve always wanted to do it since I do not have a fear of heights. I am hoping that I get the opportunity to do so when we go for our group trip to Ayia Napa in May.
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
you're absolutely right, it IS always ayia napa 👀
as he says:
#protect-daniel-james#answered#NEVER should have gone? hmmm#ayia napa as lampardverse pilgrimage site#into the lampardverse
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Into It - Xiumin x f.r
masterlist
4.6k words.
Warnings: drug use, alcohol, a lot of swearing, reader is hammered and highwhile having sex, Xiumin pressures you into using drugs, I made him a bit of a scumbag sorry anon1.
I wanna say that I put a couple digs at Jongdae getting married into this. this is not my point of view. Jongdae has been one of my ults for years and I am so happy for him. it is purely for narration purposes.
----
a/n: thank you anon so much for the request, this was so much fun to write! I’m really proud of this one so I hope you like it!
based on Into It by Chase Atlantic. (a very nice, sexy song to write a smut to, I must say).
two notes: I picked the name Taeyeon cause I like it, it is not a reference to any Taeyeon in kpop. also, I had to put Kris Wu in here because I have a massive fucking crush on him and I needed a disgraced idol to use (not that he deserves to be blacklisted, of course)
I've been catchin' planes for the fun of it
“business class passengers boarding now,” the air hostess said in that standard unbothered tone they all use. a few passengers stood, equally unbothered as they grabbed their suitcases, Kim Minseok, better known as Xiumin, was determined to make an art out of it. dressed down in a half buttoned shirt and black jeans, far too sexy for a flight, stood immediately, straight backed, head tilted. this air of poise carried him to the counter, a confidence only a notorious bachelor could have. since Kim Minseok, of EXO fame, knew he was handsome, knew he was desirable, and he didn’t need a business class flight to Ayia Napa for the weekend to tell him so. but he was going to anyway.
the air hostess, in her yellow and blue get up, gave him clear bedroom eyes as he handed her his ticket. the type most only saw in porn but that was Minseoks day to day. he was famous. in fact, far too famous for his own ego. member of EXO and CBX, a world renowned dancer, star appearances on dance competitions and variety shows every other week- and he loved it. like his fellow members Baekhyun and Chanyeol, he was known to be a serial dater and was well known as such amongst his fellow celebrities. hence, he would never go for an air hostess- their tone being one of the things that put him off- no matter how high his desire was to join the Mile Higher club was, like the rest of them had. they’re too boring for him. there’s billions of women out there, and he’s Xiumin, why would he settle for boring?
he boarded the plane, ignoring the flirtatious conversations the hostess was trying to begin, and sat himself down in his luxurious leather seat. in the pouch was the plane magazine, the menu, and a typical tabloid newspaper. he opened it only to find another “expose” of him and his friends, accusing them of being home wreckers and causing his divorce by sleeping with his wife. he didn’t, Chanyeol was the man that was into married women, but that didn’t matter. he knew he’d get another call from Jongdae soon, “you should settle down, Min. you’re almost 30. you’ll love married life.” but he didn’t want to hear it. it didn’t effect his reputation, so why bother? what is celebrity life if not drugs, sex, and reputation?
so, he took a picture for the group chat, put it back, and settled into his thoughts, dreaming of the new hunting ground in Ayia Napa.
A hundred million people couldn't deal with this...
Baekhyun called him when he landed. he would be arriving the next day, needing to stay a little longer to promote his new solo single Bambi (stream Bambi). it always made him laugh, the cute image Baekhyun presented himself with when he was just as flirtatious as he was, “how's the weather, man! what’s it looking like!” he shouted down the phone line as soon as Minseok answered, the sounds of backstage crew echoing in the feedback. Baekhyuns typical boisterous tone shook him back to reality, though, why is he thinking of his reputation when he’s in the alcohol and drug capital of the Mediterranean? “beautiful, Baekhyun. seemingly not too much paparazzi. we’ll be free as soon as we get to the clubs, I bet.” he answered, looking out past the baggage collection to see a mere three cameras. hopefully they’re for their family photos and not Korean broadcasts..
he hangs up, telling him to finish quickly so he’ll be okay for his flight, and that he’ll FaceTime him the villa as soon as he finishes unpacking. Baekhyun seems to be bouncing for joy on the other side, the chair squeaking through the line. the camera flashes blinded him as soon as the automatic doors swooped open, “so they are here for me. wonder where they found out...” he thought, but it didn’t bother him much. through his years of experience he’d learnt how to mostly ignore the strain in his eyes, the headache flashing lights for miles following you cause. he tilted his head up, keeping his features composed like he wasn’t already thinking about snorting cocaine off of a random women's tits, and ignored all questions. just like his manager taught him.
soon, he was in the car, texting his old Cyprus friends and blacklisted celebrities to meet up at his villa by 7pm, and ordering a cleaning service for the next day. he knew, from experience, that his friends could make a big mess one they got drugs in their system. he FaceTimed Baekhyun while he was backstage at Inkigayo- just like promised- showing him the pool, the beautiful marble stairs, the huge windows overlooking the mountains and Ayia Napa below, “what a beautiful villa to destroy.” Baekhyun joked, luckily in a private spot.
This mental pressure got me poppin' pills and shit.
6:55pm. the villa was half way demolished.
as usual, nothing in Kim Minseoks life ever goes to plan. relationships, careers, and, especially, parties. a group of partiers Xiumin was very well acquainted with, led by the disgraced idol himself Kris Wu, showed up half an hour early claiming they were bored of pre-gaming. now, they were half way to breaking a very expensive dining table by grinding themselves against it in drunken fervour, Kris groping and slapping their asses in encouragement. “great, another villa business I won’t be able to rent from anymore,” he thought to himself as another, larger group, made their way through the door, even drunker than Kris and his friends.
“Kim Minseok, the man of the hour! get your flat ass over here!” he heard Kris scream from across the room as he tried to make his way to the drinks table, followed by the flirtatious giggles of his entourage. with an exaggerated role of his eyes in Kris’ direction he made his way over. he looked exactly as he always did: perfectly messy hair, casual looking clothes that cost a small fortune, drugs in his pockets, and covered in girls. one of those girls, however, looked a bit different. you seemed uncomfortable with the group and dressed in a way that didn’t seem natural to you. maybe a friend dragged you along? from your expression he could tell this wasn’t your usual scene.
“my guy! great party as always. I brought some girls along for you, if you’re into it.” Kris shouted, slapping one of their asses just for the effect. she squealed in a masochistic delight, almost falling off of her perch on his knee in fervour. she had been to a few of his parties, he recognised the puppy eyes immediately, her name was.. Taeyeon? but that didn't matter. in front of him was the reason Kris was always at his parties- an assortment of bags, powders, pills, bottles, and a couple of needles. the familiar sick, stirring desire grew in him. he hadn’t had a fix in so long, he felt his skin crawl at the loss every waking moment. god, he needed this trip. “I knew you missed it so I bought you some old favourites. I can’t wait until your contract with SM runs out, then we can do this all the time, dude.”
but Xiumin had already blurred him out, his mind fading into its spoils. he reached for an old favourite of his: ecstasy. a hungry, desperate look spreading across his features, he started shaking in anticipation, desperate to open the bag. in his peripherals he heard some laughter but he didn’t care- he couldn’t. they went down easy, dry, but it would take a while for them to kick in since he had taken so many. he needed that high now. then, his mind drifted back to what he was thinking about at the airport, his eyes drifting over to the bag of cocaine in front of him. so, he reached his hand to you, the only thing that had managed to grab his attention besides drugs, “I want to try something, will you help?”
your friend had dragged you out here, that much was certain. you had wanted to go to the beach, night snorkel, and drink shitty beer until the sun came up. but Kris was an old flame of hers and had invited you both over hoping to get some. currently, she was fighting with Taeyon for his attention.. so why not accept? you took his hand, he took the cocaine, and you left.
Said she wanna fuck me later girl, I'm into it, I'm into it, I'm into it
Xiumin dragged you through the crowd, face unreadable as he ignored everyone trying to talk to him. you were lost, more than slightly drunk, and confused as to why- out of every girl Kris had brought to this party, out of everyone here- he chose you as the person he wanted to sleep with. did you look easy? did he- somehow, considering the girls there- think you were prettier? he was clearly popular, considering everyone trying to get his attention. was it because you were more intoxicated than the others?
you were too engrossed in your paranoia to realise that you had stopped in front of a door.
“before we go in, I just wanna run by you what my idea was. I kinda wanna cover you in cocaine and snort it off of you, if that’s alright. hell, you could have some of the cocaine too, if you wanted, Kris has enough of it. also, you’re hot as fuck so I wouldn’t mind if we fucked after, but if you just want me to snort cocaine off of you and then you go, that’s cool too.” he was talking a mile a minute- clearly his buzz had kicked in at some point from walking from the table to here. you had some doubts but he was handsome, and you could see through his sleeveless shirt that he was sculpted like a Greek statue. you don’t know if it was the alcohol, the temptation of a drug you’d never tried, or his enchanting looks, but you opened the door and pushed him inside before he could speak, or you could think this through.
he quickly pulled off your shirt whilst you reached for the zipper of his trousers, both of you fumbling through intoxication. the black, lacy bra you wore elicited a gasp from the man, wandering hands reaching over as if on instinct. he pushed you up against the door, the solid wood pulling a surprised gasp from your lips. his devilish fingers working their way around your waist and to the zipper of your skirt, desperately grasping. your hands found their way under his shirt, running your hands softly over his abs. he let out a light groan as his head leant towards the column of your throat, nipping and licking against the jugular vein as sinful moans spilled from your lips.
he used his grip on your waist to lift you up, your legs wrapping around him on instinct. you felt the growing bulge in his boxers push up against your legs and, realising how thick it was, you ground against it. he moved you towards the bed, lips carrying on their assault on your neck. your groans, the shaky rise and fall of your chest, your constant grinding, it was more addictive than any ecstasy or cocaine he could take. but, why not do all of it? nothing wrong with cross-fading, right?
he laid you down with no pretence of gentleness and leant up. with shaky, excited hands, he opened the packet of cocaine. careful not to waste any, he shook the powder across the top of your breasts, losing a little between your cleavage. the moon had risen now, gently washing over the waves of the Mediterranean Sea, and reflected off of his eyes. they shone with pure desire, engrossed in what he perceived to be a masterpiece. a pretty girl- a girl who's name he hasn’t even asked yet- covered in cocaine, perfectly exposed for him, in a place with no consequences.
so, he dove. his nose went straight between your tits, sniffing the parts that he lost. then, his nose gently went from your cleavage to the top of the mounds, sucking your nipple gently whilst he sniffed. you let out a high pitched whine as he sucked almost painfuly hard, his mind going numb from the increasing high. he was drunk on cocaine and drunk even more from you. out of control, he began to bite and suck on over your tits, causing you to writhe over the bed. shaking from these sensations, one hand reached down to your already soaked panties. he can’t help but laugh, an uncontrolled laugh- as he delves his fingers deep into your cunt.
he knew he was attractive but he couldn’t believe that he was able to have such simple influence over a women so quickly. you couldn’t help but let out a loud cry in euphoria, thighs beginning to shake. he groaned in response, unable to take his eyes away from your tits, “sit up, babe.” he demands, using his other hand to pull you up.
before you could blink, Xiumin had sat himself up and straddled you by your waist, “w-what are you.. doing,” you slurred out, the alcohol beginning to hit even harder. his large, calloused hands wrapped themselves around your breasts, his roughened fingers rubbing themselves over your nipples, as he shoved his dick between them. the red, leaking head pushed through, spilling pre-cum on top of your breasts and the small leftovers of cocaine. you leant yourself up and stuck out your tongue so the head would rub itself over it, moaning at the taste. he groaned loudly at the feeling, moving faster and faster as he felt more pleasure.
“f-fuck! I knew from that slutty shirt.. that your tits would be a-amazing,” he slurred out, eyes never leaving your bouncing tits. he was lost in his high, lost in the pleasure he was feeling. and so were you. every time he thrust, your nipples were grazed by his rough fingertips holding your tits tight around his cock. the sensation made it hard to keep quiet, every thrust making your moans lewder. you knew through the chatter and the music that your escapade with the host would remain unheard, but you cant help but wonder whether the room next door had occupants listening in. a part of you hoped it was your friend and Kris. that, having won him over, they tried to escape to somewhere quiet only to listen to their two friends going at it next door, that you had landed someone famous like she had. you wondered if Xiumin was thinking the same.
“what’s g-going on in that.. pretty head of yours? not- fuck- not much, I suppose?” he asked, leaving a wet kiss against your forehead for emphasis. you tried to gather up all your thoughts and words, thinking of how to string together an English sentence; slowly, through your cries and whines, you managed to tell him your thoughts. his eyes developed an even darker shade of lust.
he came over your tongue with two more thrusts. clearly, the thought got to him, as much as it did you. “wow, I got myself a slut- a dirty slut. Kris always, always knew his women.” he stumbled, pulling you further down the bed. in his pocket were some more ecstasy pills. he offered you one, presuming from how “dirty” you were you’d want one too, “they make you cum more, I swear. sex on drugs... it’s a different experience.” you thought about yourself, naked at a famous persons house party, covered in his cum, while he hands you ecstasy. you wondered how you got here, what your friend would think, what this would do to you.
but you were already drunk, right? and who doesn’t want to cum more?
“do you have any alcohol to wash this down with?” you crack. like fine porcelain, like a Greek statue, you cracked. who would have thought an angel, a national treasure, would be the one to do it.
I'm getting way too deep I'm fuckin' into it
finally, he had taken off his shirt. you were on your knees in front of him, worshiping his entire body. biting, licking, kissing, and covering his abs in hickies. he was leant against the railing, enjoying the humid breeze as it cooled down the thin sheen of sweat that covered his muscular form. he was lost in thought, thinking about how you had thus far been able to taste all of him. his cum, his skin, his sweat, all with your greedy tongue. it was his turn to be greedy.
he bent you over the railing, ass in the air for him. after a cheeky spank, he dove his tongue into your cunt. he was making fine work of your folds, teasing his way around your clit- where you needed him most. already you were desperate, legs shaking with desire to finally cum,“please, Xiumin, please!” you beg endlessly, desperate for him to just touch you, or fuck you, or anything. but, as usual, he just laughs.
“sweetheart, you’re gonna have to tell me what you actually want,” he teases, choosing to move his tongue just ever so slightly closer to your clit so he could hear you even more desperate. of course, he knows what you actually want, but he isn’t going to do it until you ask. that would be too easy and he is not an easy man. so, you choose to grind yourself against his face, forcing his tongue to go over your clit despite resistance. you let out an almost inhumane sound at the feeling, his hands wrapped around your thighs the only thing keeping you up as you begin to shake even harder. he stumbles up, forcing you to grab desperately at the railing to keep yourself upright. his gaze is anything but impressed.
he grabs your face with a messy hold, his coordination not what it is on stage, and stares you directly in the eyes for the first time in hours, “you’re already stupid and I haven't put my dick in you yet, you sure you can handle it?” his voice was surprisingly put together but you could see in his eyes that he was still completely lost to his high. you, being very new to drugs, struggled to put your words together. speaking was like a puzzle, but you think you managed to get out “I need it so bad, please, Xiumin.”
you presumed you did because he spun you back around, watched you fall onto the railing, and forced himself deep into you. you were soaking wet, and completely relaxed thanks to the drugs, so he had no issues pushing himself all the way in. you both groaned out at the feeling, the pleasure of being so full blending with the high you were already feeling. you were completely gone. “one thing you need to know about me, baby, I'm not patient.” he groaned out in a slurred tone as he began to quickly and messily pick up speed.
you found yourself unable to hold back your moans, as they echoed throughout the mountains. you knew the entire party must know what you were doing right now but you didn’t have the cognition to care. if anything, knowing that made it even better. through the mess of thoughts, you knew they’d never be able to feel what you were feeling. it felt like your brain was melting out of your ears but your senses were buzzing, you felt every graze of Xiumins fingertips, every time his balls slapped against you, every drag and thrust of his thick cock slamming deep into you.
his hand found its way up your hair, pulling your neck back. he managed to somehow reach even deeper with the new angle, turning your human moans into animalistic howls. his other hand formed a vice grip on your waist as you grew closer to your release, Xiumin needing the support from the vice grip your pussy had on him. his teasing had turned into slurred nonsense from the overwhelming sensations he was feeling, his thrusts becoming messier and more frantic with each passing second.
you had come in no time. faster than any other man had made you cum before- in fact, you didn’t think you had it in you to cum so fast. you don’t know how much of that was down to the drugs, or the alcohol, or the fact you were being fucked by an almost God. but you came hard and he didn’t care.
he flipped you over, still inside, so your back was on the railing. in this angle, you could see the rest of the villa and the partiers beneath you through the windows, grinding against each other without a care in the world, completely ignorant of how you were getting your world rocked just above them. knowing they could look up at any moment and see you, tits bouncing, being fucked like a doll, someone made you even wetter.
“you feel so- so good Xiumin, so.. so..” you babbled, sort of staring at him, sort of phasing out from the various highs you’ve felt. he’s staring down at you with about the same look, watching you slowly fall apart underneath him, absolutely lost to euphoria. he leant down to kiss you as he- somehow- picked up the speed, seeming to get a little bit of cognition back with his growing lust. you felt your back getting bruised on the railing as he thrusted forward, his eyes becoming glued to the titles that were bouncing in his face.
“I.. I'm gonna cum on those.. they’re too pretty not to...” he seemed engrossed in his own thoughts as his hand reached out to harshly grope your breasts. you felt yourself clamp down around his length, tossing your head back as you swear you’re seeing stars. you somehow feel more dizzy from the sheer amount of pressure he’s putting you through.
and, as you reach your final high, screaming his name to the heavens, he pulls out and cums over your chest.
These girls they come and go between my bed sheets, and I've been doin' blow and causing big scenes yeah
you woke up the next morning in his bed, utterly ashamed of what you had done and completely unaware of how you made it there. it was sacrilege, sinful, for fuck sake you did cocaine! you’ve never even touched drugs, never considered it either. you turn over and see him, the sunlight washing over the planes of his face beautifully. you remembered why you thought he was an angel when you were high.
but holy shit your head hurt. you groaned, a little louder than you meant to, as you moved to get out of the foreign bed. then you felt an arm around your waist, “baby, stay.” a gravely voice rung out, echoing through your head. it sent shivers down your spine, causing you to cuddle back up to him on instinct. it allowed you to actually take in his features: his honey brown eyes, fluffy hair sticking out in all directions, the lips that drove you to the brink of insanity the night before, his defined cheekbones- “are you just gonna stare, or what?”
you laid yourself back down, content in his muscular arms, until you really started to think about the night. he had coerced you into taking drugs, while drunk, abandoning your friend with a notorious ladies man, and had fucked you to sleep. here you were, in his arms, cuddled up like a baby. he had called you baby. the man was an idol! here, in Aya Napa, taking cocaine off of women breasts and using them like a cocksleeve. how could you let that happen?
you forced your way out of his arms, out of your headache, and the bedsheets, into your clothes while he begged for you to stay. he probably wanted to pay you off, or have another round, but you couldn't allow it. you stormed your way down the stairs, into the open floor plan living space you got hammered in, to find a group of girls, all in bikini bras and scarfs around their waists. they blanked you, choosing to wave and coo at the shirtless Xiumin chasing you down the stairs- “wait! hey, wait!” you spun, infuriated.
“did you even ask my name! do you even know it?” you shouted. the girls gasped, clearly upset their idol was being scolded. he stood, stunned, realising he didn’t know and, obviously, wasn’t expecting to be asked. you scoffed, pushing your way past his adorers to make your way outside. immediately, you checked your phone to see missed calls from your friend, and even Taeyeon and Kris, from all throughout the night. you called her immediately, more than ready to rant to her about it and assure her that you were alright.
Xiumin watched you go, the girls he had forgotten he invited staring at him in confusion. he shakes himself out of it quick enough- “she’s just another girl. what does it matter if I upset her,” he thinks to himself as he makes his way to the other ladies, suave disposition coming back easily enough, “sorry I slept in ladies. we have an hour until I have to go to the airport. but, I'll be getting Baekhyun, and then the day can really begin.,” they coo at the idea, draping themselves over him.
you wait at a nearby cafe, sipping coffee to try and get over the major headache you were suffering with. Kris picked you up in some sleek, designer car you were too poor to know the brand of and drove you back to his. on the way, Kris and Taeyeon advised you on how to make your crash feel better as your friend comforted you. they had found a polyamorous work-around to their argument, all acting like some sort of cute, old throuple. in your bitter state, it slightly made you want to puke, grumbling on about how men always get their way in the end, but you couldn’t help but feel happy for your friend. besides, you were sure Xiumin wouldn’t have missed their absence.
She saying she don't really miss me / But fuck it
you found yourself staying at Kris’ place for the rest of the holiday, along with your friend and Taeyeon. orgies and sex that didn’t require you to be drunk or high to enjoy, travelling around the island, and actually being able to go night snorkelling with shitty bear like you’d wanted to. you enjoyed the rest of your holiday despite what happened between you and Xiumin that night, and you’re sure that it didn’t hinder Xiumin either.
you were lucky nothing damaging happened to you on that drug trip, according to Kris, because the drugs he gives people like Xiumin (or as he calls him, ‘Min’) are a much higher concentration than what he gives others. it would explain why it took you so long to recover, too, as you had to take a day to just relax in Kris’ holiday home. but, they both took care of you two, and you all still text regularly. you even met up with them both once (like that didn’t end up all over the internet).
Xiumin never did text you. you can’t even guarantee that he added your number into his phone. but, while you still felt that familiar warm feeling between your legs whenever you see him on TV, you don’t miss him. and he clearly never thinks about you. idols and normal peoples lives just... aren’t compatible. so fuck it.
#exo#exo smut#exo fics#exo reactions#exo scenarios#xiumin#exo xiumin#kpop#kpop boy groups#kpop reactions#kpop scenarios#kpop fanfictions#tw: alcohol#tw: drugs#tw: manipulation#tw: drunk reader
19 notes
·
View notes
Text
+ RAFAEL ( @rfjofficial )
SUNDAY 7TH FEBRUARY. RAFAEL’S HOME. It’s a well-known fact that Kitty would do anything for Rafael. A dangerous fact, admittedly, that has led to their fair share of trouble, including being banned from every bar in Ayia Napa, multiple hefty insurance claims, and more than one shallow grave. Yet it’s a fact as true as the sky is blue. Having a bond like that -- the sort where she’s known she will probably die for him since the age of nineteen ( give or take ), and is happy to do so ( honoured, really ) -- makes understanding why he’d need anyone else beyond his string of short-lived girlfriends and one-night-stands difficult.
Ikki had always been a thorn in her side as his best friend and she’d certainly never expected the lean, sharp Dominion to invade Rafael’s heart as successfully as he evidently has. The news had taken her by surprise this morning, turning cruel in confusion. But it’s in the wake of a very final-feeling conversation with her ex that she realises she cannot blame Rafael. This wasn’t a decision he had made any more than her relationship with Saint had been. It came down to the startlingly simple fact that somewhere between the pair, romantic love had blossomed.
She stands on Rafael’s doorstep feeling foolish but it isn’t the first time she’s run home with her tail between her legs. “Hi,” Kitty says quietly when the door swings open and the heat of the house comes running out to meet her and the dark. Bright eyes glance past him into the familiar interior of his home before she forces herself to meet his gaze. Defensive pride is extinguished as soon as she does, its flame snubbed out beneath the weight of guilt. Without warning, she’s quick to step forward into him, arms wrapping tightly around his chest as though the tighter she holds onto him the more apologetic he’ll know she is. A cold nose presses against his shoulder, whispering into soft material. “I’m sorry.”
9 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
sparky-boi-speaks
Sparks Will Fly
thick-hips-and-deadlifts
Thick Hips & Deadlifts ❦
ratbraindraws
comms open :]
menaughty4u
Untitled Horniness
speakasap
Обучение иностранным языкам