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Please I'm begging on my knees for nr 16 on the prompt list with Jamal 🤤 I'm desperate

for fluff, angst, random, or smut?

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FALINE — JAMAL MUSIALA

PAIRING: jamal musiala x best friend!reader

SUMMARY: jamal and reader have been best friends since forever but they can't hide their love for each other any longer.

CONTENT: fluff, jamal and reader being scared, slight mention of sexual intercourse (nothing too graphic), some teasing, not proof read.

NOTE: this is a repost because i didn’t realize i posted it with an ask that had nothing to do with this story 💀

you and jamal have been best friends your whole life. your mothers were best friends, so it made sense that you two became so close.

you were there when he had his first try out, you were there when he signed his first contract, and you were there when he won his first trophy.

you were also each other's first, that night being one of the most beautiful and intimate moments you shared. you can still remember how his hands caressed your whole body, how gentle he was, and the sounds both of you made. but in fear of ruining your friendship, it didn't turn into something more, no matter how badly both of you desired it.

when jamal signed his contract with bayern, you thought that was going to be the end of your friendship. with him going away and you still in high school, it was going to be very complicated to see each other. but that changed when two months before graduation, you received an acceptance letter from the university you had applied to in munich, meaning that the two of you would be able to see each other as much as you wanted.

jamal was so happy that he offered to be roommates, not wanting to be away from you anymore. at first you said no because he wasn't going to let you pay half of the rent like you wanted, but after he agreed to let you take care of groceries, you accepted.

it's been a couple of years since that, and you've never regretted that decision, neither has jamal. in fact, it brought you closer than ever, both of you seeing the best and worst versions of the other, and always supporting each other no matter what. that is how you became jamal's rock, like he says.

even on vacation you're together, like right now. after the euro, all jamal wanted to do was relax under the sun and in the ocean, that's how you ended up in italy, on a boat.

"fali, can you help me?" jamal asked, showing you the sunscreen bottle.

oh yeah, alfonso and leroy had given you the nickname "faline" after bambi's girlfriend and it stuck. you didn't understand why faline was the nickname chosen for you instead of thumper, who was bambi's actual best friend, but you never thought much about it.

"of course, bambi" you got up from your seat and grabbed the bottle, pouring some on your hand and rubbing it on jamal's back.

"that feels nice" jamal chuckled, making you playfully roll your eyes.

"you two! get a room already!" alfonso yelled from the other side of the boat.

"they never get tired, do they?" jamal asked and you shook your head no.

"it's okay, we're always bullying each other" you giggled as you rubbed sunscreen on jamal's chest. your hand made its way down his abs making jamal stiffen, but you didn't notice so he sighed in relief.

"all done" you smiled at him.

"thank you" jamal smiled as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

"no problem"

—

after spending the afternoon eating, swimming, and tanning, you all agreed to watch the sunset for a little before going back to the villa. jamal sat next to you, placing your legs on his as vou aave him a small smile.

"did you have fun today?" he asked, softly caressing your thigh.

"i did. did you have fun?" you hugged his arm as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

"i always have fun when you guys are around. when you're around" he was now looking at you.

"me too" you whispered.

"mhm, i'm glad" his hand found your cheek as he stared at your lips. "i have something to confess, but please hear me out before saying anything"

you nodded and jamal took a deep breath.

"i know we agreed on not trying because we didn't want our friendship to be affected, but truth is, it's affected already and it has always been." he caressed your cheek. "it was affected the moment you hugged me and told me i was going to do great before my try outs. it was affected the moment you kissed my cheek and said how proud you were of me when i signed my contract. it was affected the moment we became each other's first, when our bodies became one" his eyes intense.

thank god he told you not to say anything before he was done, because you were speechless, butterflies going crazy in your belly.

"so i want to try. i'm so in love with you it hurts not being able to call you mine just because we're scared of something that may not even happen. so please, give me one chance to prove to you that we can make each other happy" he softly said, his eyes pleading.

"you don't need to prove anything to me, jamal" he looked at you confused.

"you don't need to prove anything to me because i feel the same way. i thought about telling you this, but i was scared you wouldn't want me like that" you blushed.

"i want you in every way, schatz" he cupped your face and gave you a soft and tender kiss.

"ABOUT DAMN TIME!" mika laughed.

"shut up mika" you said at the same time.

"well, now you're officially faline" jamal giggled, placing you on his lap and hugging you tightly.

"i guess so" you kissed his cheek and cuddled up to bambi, your bambi.

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jamal x best friend imagine coming tonight 👀

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NIGHT IN THE MALDIVES — ERLING HAALAND

PAIRING: erling haaland x wife!reader

SUMMARY: you’re enjoying the maldives with your husband and he’s trying to convince you to go skinny dipping with him.

CONTENT: smut (+18), p in v, erling being a little shit, not proof read

NOTE: sorry for the wait! like i mentioned before, tumblr was being annoying and wouldn’t let me verify my email but hey! we’re here now! this is another repost from my old blog.

you and erling were spending the break in the maldives to celebrate your two-year anniversary. you had visited the maldives for your honeymoon, and erling knew how much you loved it. wanting to surprise you and create even more special memories, he chose to return to this beautiful destination that was filled with nothing but love on your last visit.

the water, the sunset, the tranquility, and the privacy were the things you cherished the most about the place. you could enjoy the sun, the beach, your book, and your husband without having to worry about a single thing. well… unless your husband had something in mind, just like right now.

erling was trying to convince you to skinny dip with him. more like he was begging you to skinny dip with him.

"erling, i said no" you giggled,

"why not? we have our own private pool" he pouted, giving you the cutest puppy eyes.

“stop it with the puppy eyes, they won't work this time" you rolled your eyes.

"you sure?" he smirked.

“very, so stop trying manipulating me" you said as you turned the page of your book.

"fine" he whines and made his way to the pool.

"your loss!" he said again after a few minutes as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“you’re a child” you shook your head trying to contain the laughter.

—

after an afternoon spent reading, tanning, and playing in the water with erling, you decided it was time for dinner. the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the beach as you made your way to the restaurant.

the meal was delicious. as you were finishing your dessert, a thought crossed your mind. you recalled the question erling had asked you earlier in the day. a sly smile spread across your face as you considered your master plan, the anticipation of its unfolding adding a spark of excitement to the evening.

when you got back, erling said he needed to use the restroom. great, you thought as you made your way out to the pool. you left your phone in one of the chairs and proceeded to take off the dress you had chosen for the evening along with your underwear. you got in the water and swam by yourself for a little bit before you heard erling calling your name.

“in the pool!” you said, making your way to the edge of the pool and resting your arms there.

“what are you doing?” he chuckled.

“wanted to go for a swim” you smiled at him as he was oblivious to your lack of clothing.

he smiled and stared at you for a few seconds, and that's when he noticed. you were in the pool, yes, but he didn't recall you putting a bikini on. he smirked and got a bit closer.

"you're naked aren't you" he looked at you, biting his lip.

“why don’t you come in and find out yourself?” you smirked.

you had never seen erling get rid of his clothes that fast.

he got in the water and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into him and meeting your lips in a hot and passionate kiss. you kissed back and ran your fingers through his blonde locks.

“just do it already" you moaned between kisses when he squeezed your ass.

"so desperate" he cooed, wrapping your legs around his waist.

erling pressed your back against the pool gently and slid his length between your folds, you bit your lip and wrapped your arms around his neck. he grabbed your waist and started pounding into you, making you whimper.

“keep going, pretty girl, i want to hear you" he groaned softly as he increased the intensity of his thrusts.

erling knew exactly how to treat his woman. he knew what you liked and where you liked it, which made the sex even better.

he kept pounding into you as his fingers found your sensitive bud and his mouth found your right breast.

"erling" you moaned as you felt your orgasm building up,

"that's it baby girl, cum for me" he encouraged you as his movements became faster but sloppier, sending you to heaven and back. you let out one last moan as you came, erling following behind a few moments later.

“fuck, i love you” he groaned before kissing you.

“i love you more” you said, panting and leaving a soft kiss to his lips.

needless to say, that night in the maldives was really special.

a few weeks later you found out you were pregnant with your first child. erling insisted it was because you made love under the moon in the maldives. he also joked about naming the baby maldives, until you sent a pillow flying his way.

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tumblr wasn’t letting me verify my email so i couldn’t do anything (for some reason) but now that i have, i’ll start working on some requests!

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I STILL LOVE YOU — MAX VERSTAPPEN

PAIRING: max verstappen x ex-wife fem!reader

SUMMARY: max’s ex wife finds out he’s getting married again

CONTENT: mentions of divorce, angst, sadness, cheating

NOTE: get ready to cry. i did while editing it + this is a repost from my old blog too but this one got slightly revised. some errors got fixed but it’s not 100% proof read.

As y/n sifted through the mail, she noticed a white envelope with "y/n verstappen" written in gold letters. frowning in confusion, she carefully opened it. the moment she saw the contents, she felt her heart shatter. it was a wedding invitation—specifically, an invitation to max’s wedding.

“max and eleanor request the pleasure of your company to celebrate their wedding” was written on the card in gold and black letters.

y/n felt her eyes water and closed the envelope. this could not be happening, she thought. but it’s not like her and max got divorced yesterday.

the divorce was due to his racing career. he wasn't as present as y/n and the children needed him to be, which led to constant arguments, fights, and tears until their marriage ultimately ended. this happened over three years ago, but she still couldn't understand how he had moved on so quickly. perhaps her difficulty in understanding stemmed from her own inability to move on.

she had tried everything, and by everything, she truly meant everything. she had met new people, gone on countless dates, and even ventured into the realm of online dating, hoping to find a connection that might help her move on. but nothing seemed to work. none of those men were him. some were good, hardworking, and loyal, but there was always something missing. each new encounter only served to highlight the void he had left in her life, the irreplaceable presence she couldn't seem to find in anyone else.

"mama, why are you crying?" a soft voice pulled her back to reality. "hey, i’m not crying, i just have an allergy," she chuckled, hugging leon, one of her seven-year-old twins. "julian and i are ready but he is helping emma with her bag," he smiled, hugging her back.

leon and julian were twins—practically mirror images of max. thet shared the same face, the same eyes, and the same cheeky smile that always managed to light up a room. meanwhile, emma was a carbon copy of her mother, with the exception of her blonde hair and blue eyes, inherited from her father.

the twins were only four years old when the divorce happened, and emma was just two. the process was far from easy, but both parents made a concerted effort to minimize the trauma for their children. they navigated the difficult path with as much grace and cooperation as possible, ensuring that their young ones felt loved and secure despite the upheaval. the priority was always the well-being of their children, and they did their best to shield them from the worst of the pain.

“mama! we’re ready!” julian and emma ran out of their rooms with bags in hand, “hey, be careful!” she laughed, “we’re ready!” julian exclaimed and emma giggled, “that’s good, oma will be here in no time” y/n hugged the children, or like max likes to call them, their cubs.

the doorbell rang, signaling sophie’s arrival.

about a week ago, sophie had asked if she could take the kids on a little trip to a lake she had visited with a friend near the city. after looking at the pictures, y/n couldn't say no. the children would love it, and she knew how much they enjoyed spending time with their grandma.

when she got pregnant, max suggested that it would be better to move back to the netherlands so the babies could be surrounded by family. she didn't hesitate and agreed with his proposal. while she loved Monaco, nothing could compare to having her family nearby.

when she looks back at those memories, she’s thankful that she chose to come back. she doesn’t know what could’ve been of her if she had to go through the divorce all alone in monaco.

she walked over and opened the door, smiling warmly. "hey!" she greeted, pulling sophie into a hug.

"how are you doing, sweetheart?" sophie asked, hugging her back as she stepped inside. y/n knew exactly what she meant. "i’m good," she replied softly, her smile gentle. sophie nodded, giving her a sympathetic look just as the three mini verstappens ran over to their grandma, hugging her legs and making her laugh.

"oma!" they exclaimed in unison. "who’s ready to go to the lake?" their oma asked, eyes sparkling. "me!" the cubs chorused excitedly.

they said their goodbyes as she helped sophie put the kids in the car.

“i’ll let you know when we get there” she told y/n, “sounds good, and send pictures, please” y/n smiled in return, “i will. and honey, if you need anything, just give me a call” she pulled her into a tight embrace, “i know, thank you, soph” “no problem”

—

ass the dedicated mother she was, or as max fondly referred to her, the lioness, y/n found herself feeling oddly restless whenever her children were away—simultaneously bored yet remarkably productive. with them gone, she efficiently organized weeks of work and meticulously cleaned the entire house. completing her chores left her with a sense of satisfaction, prompting a leisurely shower before descending to the kitchen to prepare a meal.

while deeply focused on cooking, the doorbell rang unexpectedly. perplexed, since she was only expecting sophie’s visit that day, she set the knife aside, quickly washed her hands, and hastened to answer the door.

“uh, hey?” she said opening the door, “hey, how are you?” max asked, “i’m good. your mom already left with the children so…” “i’m here to talk to you, can i come in?” he asked, “sure…” nodding, she opened the door a bit more for him to come in.

“are you busy?” he asked after you closed the door, “not really. just cooking” she walked back to the kitchen, max followed.

max sat in one of the stools as he watched her wash and chop some vegetables for the salad she was preparing.

“what did you come to talk about?” y/n looked up, his blue orbs finding her beautiful eyes, “i wanted to know if you got the…” “the wedding invitation? i got it today in the mail” she nodded, her tone coming out a bit dry even if she didn’t mean to sound that way.

“are you mad?” he asked, “why would i be? congrats, by the way” she said, adding her favorite vinaigrette to the salad, “don’t be like that…” he sighed, “like what? am i not supposed to congratulate you now?” her eyes found his once again.

“you know exactly what i mean, y/n” he said, “i don’t know what you mean and i’m not in the mood to fight. i’m tired and hungry, so can i please enjoy my salad?” she asked and he scoffed, “i can see it in your eyes, y/n. there’s something you’re not telling me and i want to know what’s going on” he sighed, “we’ve been divorced for almost three years, but remember we were married for four before that”

she felt her eyes water but quickly wiped the tears away.

“i’m okay, max” y/n said while grabbing a glass and pouring some juice in it, “you’re about to cry, tell me what’s going wrong, i want to help” he softly said, and that’s when she broke.

"i don't know max, maybe the fact that once again i'm the one who's going to be all alone?" her voice broke, "the fact i'm the only one who's going to come back to an empty home when the kids are spending time with you? or maybe it's the fact that for some reason i can't move on with my life but everyone else can! you did, why can't i?" by now, she were a crying mess.

move on? he never moved on. his family knew it, his friends knew it, everyone knew it, he knew it.

he was never able to move on from her, the love of his life—the woman who lifted him up when he was feeling down, who cried tears of pride after almost every race, the woman who showed him a new depth of love when he became a father, and the woman he lost because he messed up.

seeing her crying broke his heart, but it also gave him hope. hope that the woman he deeply loves, loved him back still, even if it was just a little bit of it left.

he liked eleanor. she was good with the kids and kind to y/n, but she wasn't her, and she never could be. eleanor, younger than him and eager to settle down, was someone he found comfort in, at least temporarily. he went along with the idea of marriage, thinking he had nothing to lose, until the day she poured her heart out to him. it was then that he realized eleanor could never replace the deep connection he had lost with his former wife.

"i never wanted that divorce," he said softly as he walked over to her. "and you think I did?" she sniffed, wiping away her tears. “you asked for it..." he began. "because I got tired of giving you signals and second chances that were never taken, max," she sighed, her voice heavy with emotion. she looked up at him, hoping he would understand the weight of her words.

max felt like shit, to say the least. hoy could he be so dumb? how could he throw away his family and the love of his life just like that?

“please give me one last chance, i promise i’m not going to fail you and the cubs again”, he sat next to y/n on the couch, grabbing her small hands and squeezing them softly, “max, you’re getting ma-“ “if you don’t want me to get married i won’t. i just need to hear you say it”, he interrupted her.

y/n was in utter shock to say the least. could he really be serious? the gravity of his words hung heavy in the air, leaving her struggling to comprehend the reality of the situation.

“i am serious. you know it” he said, almost as if he could read her mind, “please baby girl, i need to hear you say it”, he pleaded, staring into her eyes.

y/n took a deep breath.

“maxie… please… please don’t get married” she softly said, eyes watering and lips trembling. max sighed in relief and hugged her tightly, “i’m never letting you go, ever again” he grabbed your face and kissed her softly.

“i hope you stick to that promise” “you know i will, schatje”

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꒦꒷ MOO-SIALA’S PORTAL ꒦꒷

welcome to my blog! on this post you’ll be able to access my masterlists, prompt lists, and anything i end up adding on here

꒦꒷ REQUESTS ARE: open

— WHO I WRITE FOR: i’m down to write for anyone, but for footballers i’ll be focusing mostly on jamal musiala and erling haaland since tumblr lacks content for these two. for f1 drivers it will be mostly max, but i will also try to write more for f1 drivers and footballers that don’t have a high demand on my inbox.

— PROMPT LIST: a prompt list for requests that will be updated from time to time. the prompts are divided into four categories: fluff, angst, random, and nsfw/smut. you can mix and match as many prompts as you want, but please specify if you’re using prompts from different categories !

— MASTERLIST : here you’ll find all my work.

NOTE: please be patient, i do this for fun and sometimes I’ll take longer! and please do not copy my work.

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BURNING UP — JAMAL MUSIALA

PAIRING: jamal musiala x fem! reader

SUMMARY: jamal is sick and whiny

CONTENT: pure fluff, whiny jamal

NOTE: this small drabble is a repost from my old f1 blog. let me know if you’d like to see some f1 imagines too!

y/n had just finished showering when she heard groaning and whining coming from their shared bedroom—clearly, it was jamal. after quickly putting on her clothes, she opened the door to find jamal curled up into a ball under the blankets.

she knew something was up, he didn’t go near his play station at all and didn’t eat much today.

"baby, what's wrong?" she asked, walking over to him.

"i don't feel good. i think i’m dying," jamal whined.

she placed your hand on his forehead. "you’re not dying," she giggled. "but you're burning up. give me a minute, i’ll be right back." she left the room as jamal let out another groan.

she went back to the bathroom and grabbed a clean washcloth, dampening it with cold water, just as her mom used to do whenever she had a fever. returning to jamal’s side of the bed, she sat down and gently placed the damp cloth on his forehead, making him flinch.

"why did you do that? it’s cold!” he whined.

"you have a fever, and this will help," you giggled.

"what if it doesn't?" he asked.

"it should, but if it doesn't, i’ll give you some medicine," she smiled, kissing his cheek and laying down next to him, opening her arms.

jamal smiled softly and made himself comfortable, snuggling his head against his girlfriend’s chest and wrapping his right arm around her torso, making her roll her eyes and let out a soft laugh.

“what? i’m sick and i need to be comfy," he murmured, snuggling closer as her hands found their way to his hair.

"i know, just make sure the cloth stays on your forehead," she said, softly stroking his curls.

“thank you for taking care of me, libeling. you really are the best," he said, looking at her with puppy eyes, making her heart melt.

"i will always take care of my whiny boyfriend, you know that," she teased him, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"i’m not whiny."

"are you sure?"

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ᝰ MOO-SIALA’S PROMPT LIST ᝰ

꒦꒷ NOTE: some of these prompts are mine and some of them are not so credit goes to their respective owners. your requests can have as many prompts as you want or none at all. if you come up with another idea of your own, i really don’t mind. these prompts are here for some inspo in case you need it. i’ll try to update the prompt list as much as i can, so keep an eye on it

— FLUFF

1. "it's alright... it's okay... i'm here now. i've got you."

2. “you are my everything.”

3. “i’ve always loved you, and i pretend to keep doing it until our last day on earth.”

4. “i just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

5. “is that my hoodie?” “keep it.”

6. “you can hold my hand, if you want.”

7. “honey i’m home!”

8. “stop it with the puppy eyes, they won’t work this time.” “you sure?” “stop manipulating me.”

9. “how about a kiss before i go?”

10. “seeing you happy is all that matters.”

11. “you feel like home to me.”

12. “what, am i not allowed to look at you?”

13. “you’re so dumb.” “you love me.”

14. “i’ll be damned if i don’t make you smile at least once today.”

15. “how did you even get sick? you look ugly. come here.”

16. “what do you need?” “kisses, cuddles, and a back massage.”

17. “you’re mine.”

18. “i’m yours.”

19. “you did all of this for me?”

20. “what are you doing?” “getting comfortable?”

21. “you’re my everything.”

22. “you’re staring.” “i’m admiring you.”

23. “by the way...” “hm?” “i’m gonna kiss you now. if you don't want to, just punch me.”

24. “give me a chance.” “a chance for what?” “a chance to prove you that I can make you happy.”

25. “i freaking love you!” “...you’re drunk.” “i knoooow!”

26. "please shut up so i can kiss you."

— ANGST

1. “i trusted you.”

2. “it was never my intention to hurt you.” “but you did.”

3. “i still got love for you.”

4. “please.. don’t lie to me.”

5. “if you won’t change... then i can’t stay. i’m sorry.”

6. “don’t start a fight you won’t win.”

7. “you’ve changed.”

8. “please go away.”

9. “i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking.”

10. “don’t go on that date.” “why?” “you know why.” “say it.”

11. “you didn’t just break promises, you broke me.”

12. “that’s not what i meant and you know it.”

13. " 'till death do us part, huh?"

14. "do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?"

15. "all i’ve ever wanted is for you to see me, but i’m not like them."

16. “you don’t have to hide your tears for me.”

17. “tell me what’s going on.” “i don’t feel good.”

18. “you deserve better than me.”

19. “i miss you.”

20. “i never wanted that divorce.”

21. “i will always take care of you no matter what.”

22. “no matter what they made you think, you are worth loving."

23. “seeing you like this and not being able to help – it breaks my heart.”

— RANDOM

1. “sleep is for the weak.”

2. “did it hurt?” “what? when i fell from heaven?” “no… when you hit your head with the door.”

3. “do not do that again” “or what?”

4. “YOU DID WHAT?!”

5. “come over here and make me.”

6. “fight me” “i’m not going to fight you.”

7. “just because you can doesn’t mean you should.”

8. “you were put on this earth to give me a headache.” “and you were put on this earth to make me horny.”

9. “one of us is clearly smarter than the other.”

10. “did i stutter?”

11. “what would you do without me?” “live in peace?”

12. “you sent me a nude.” “accidentally.” “how is that even possible?”

13. “you make me want to rip my hair off.” “nice. what about your clothes?”

14. “why are you following me?” “i need attention.”

15. “i’m not your friend, i’m your boyfriend. get it right.”

16. “go away.” “then let go of me you idiot.” “you’re rude.”

17. “can i-“ “no.”

18. “stop poking me!” “then give me attention!”

19. “can i wear your race suit?” “it’s too big for you.”

20. “shut up.” “don’t tell me what to do.”

21. “stop calling me a bitch, bitch.”

22. “get off me.” “you’re literally on top of me.”

23. "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do."

24. "I didn't do it." "Then why are you laughing?" "Because whoever did is a genius."

25. "You're burning up."

— NSFW / SMUT

1. “if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs.”

2. “this feels dirty” “that's because it is”

3. “bend over.”

4. “im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name.”

5. “i can’t hear you.”

6. “fuck you.” - “when?”

7. “do you need help with that?”

8. “i don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

9. “touch yourself for me.”

10. “everything off. right now.”

11. “i love it when you moan my name.”

12. “no panties?”

13. “i want you right now.”

14. “can you feel what your doing to me?”

15. “don’t be gentle.”

16. “be a good girl and spread your legs.”

17. “we’re.... just friends.”

18. “i forgot my towel.”

19. “you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”

20. “don’t pretend to be so innocent.”

21. “oh don’t mind me I’m just enjoying the view.”

22. “you’re naked aren’t you.”