#‘we’re getting pedicures’

[jayparked]

we know that niki is always “beefing” with his older sister lol but gets along super well with his younger one right?

I think he’d really like it if his partner got along well if his little sister 🥺 like they could go to amusement parks all together and stuff 😭🩷

Equally, i think he’d also like it if you got along with his older sister (secretly) but he’d pout about it more! If you guys get along ‘too’ well and spend a lot of time together doing stuff he can’t really contribute too much (like getting your nails done or something along those lines) he’d get really quiet until he’s tired of acting nonchalant and starts whining instead. I always think of that one clip where one of the members didn’t want to play with him but played with hee. Ye 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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family is definitely very important to riki and it’s clear to me by how he treats others from strangers to his found family! i think konon inspires, motivates, and pushes him more than he’s willing to admit so they bicker a lot but it comes from a place of sibling love (and they’re probably just really similar to each other skdjdisj)

i think he would love seeing you be accepted by his family and see how comfortable you are. knowing that your love for him expands to his family members is a hard feeling to explain, but one that brings him a lot of comfort. but he absolutely would be pouty and complain about his sisters stealing you from him when he “had you first” LOL

konon could say something like “you fell first, WE fell harder. so now you can finally learn how to share” while pulling you away from him

he would absolutely try to start coming along to your outings

[scrawlingskribbles]

yoooo, get you a boss/workplace that pays for you to go get a pedicure from the salon next door and lets you stay clocked in while you do it 💅✨✨

[financeprincess]

I’m so sick of misogynistic finance bros (like Caleb Hammer, Graham Stephan, and the like) saying that women don’t need to have their hair done, makeup, nails, etc. when trying to save/invest/pay off debt. Women in society are almost exclusively judged based off their looks. In order to make more money as a woman, you have to look good and date well. This is a fact. You can thug it out on your intellect or work ethic alone but it will be a LOT harder and you will get a lot of bad shit thrown your way and you WILL get burnt out. In my opinion, beauty products, skincare, makeup, manicures, pedicures, brows, hair cuts & colors, facials, good healthcare, etc. are MANDATORY for women to get ahead in the society that we currently live in. So not only do we make less than men do on average across industries, we’re spending more than them to be seen as acceptable or favorable by societal standards. It’s a double L for women.

[almondmilkcleanser]

when I made a little mess, he told me to clean my act up....

└ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 `

synopsis - your friends are seeing less and less of you and all you can give them as an excuse is that between school and Sukuna your schedule is filled to the brim. Is tonight going to be any different? pairing - ryomen Sukuna x reader

content -Daddy dom sUkuna listening to - positions x ariana grande minors do not interact a/n - happy holidays everyone <3

Ping!

Come out with us for drinks! Its been so long since weve seen you since you started dating this guy. Whats his name again?

Ping!

Oh come onnnn! This is like the third weekend in a row that youve bailed on us. Sewriously, who is this guy anyway?

Ping!

Y/nnnnn! We miss you! Why dont you tell your little boy toy that you cant sit on his lap this weekend and actually come out with us~~~ love you talk to you later!

Ping!

Are you okay? We’re worried. Whats really going on? Everytime we try to invite you out you say youre with this Sukuna guy. Seriously who is he? Ugh! Call me later. Love you bye!

Ping! Ping! Ping!

“Tsk. you dont need those kinds of friends anyway. Nothin’ but a bunch of jealous girls. Isn't that right, beautiful?” You wish you could reply, but you were stuffed - practically down to your rib cage - full of Sukuna. He crossed his flexed biceps behind his head, a smug expression slowly creeping across his face.

Aggressively pressing the lock button on your phone, he tossed it clear across the room. He read the plethora of messages between your friends, how they complained about their boyfriends/dates - both seemingly interchanged between each other in some, very odd, sort of fashion - and how they were going to form a man hating group. Just for you to turn around and meet Sukuna. Mean old Sukuna. Curse destroying Sukuna.

Sukuna, your Dom. Sukuna, your boyfriend.

Sukuna, the one training you to take his entire dick down your throat as your first lesson. 

He chose your hairstyle, two low ponytails that hung daintily down your back. He didn’t give a shit if you just got your hair done. He’ll pay to get it fixed once he’s done with you. He kept you pampered; your hair was done, nails were done, fresh pedicures, the works. So to hell with messing up a hairstyle, daddy Sukuna took care of it all.

The new choker he bought you complimented your skin tone perfectly. You always voiced your concerns on how the BDSM community never catered to darker skinned women as far as color selection, but he pulled the appropriate strings, so nothing on your beautiful brown skin looked washed out or ashy. The metal heart brightly polished - almost spit shined - and neatly rested on your throat. That pretty fucking throat that he had grown so acquainted it. 

He hmm’d to himself as he reminisced, his eyes never leaving your innocent face as you stared back at him. Your plush, glossed lips, encircled around his dick. As you swallowed him whole, he thought back to the first time you rode him.

 Your hips bouncing up and down at a hungered pace, his large hand wrapped around your neck, and his engorged dick french kissing your gripping walls, pulling him in deeper, deeper, deeper into the depths of your love nest to welcome his seed home.

Thank fuck for birth control. A mutual agreement between you two - but it was, in all honesty, the best thing you could have done.

His dark eyes flashed something so lustful, so salacious, that he almost sounded giddy upon sharing it with you.

“Y/N, sweetheart, Mmh, I have an idea.” your soft tongue flicked the pre-cum clean off the tip of his head, your eyes innocent and wanting. With your hands still wrapped around his dick, you continued to lick the head, your ears perked at his idea.

“Yes, daddy. What’s your idea.” Sukuna loved your obedience. If half of the idiots surrounding him on a day-to-day basis had half the brains and even a fraction of your pussy, then his days would go a lot smoother. But until then-

With an ever growing smile, he jerked his head to the side of him, making your eyes wander over his direction. In the corner was the suspension rig that he put together for play time. 

The metallic poles glinted brightly under your living room lights - they almost mocked you, ready to hoist you in the air for all of Sukuna to see and galore in his own self of triumph - its black lapels sturdy, strong, shining. For you. 

Sukuna read your eyes with triumph. Partial sadism and partial perversion intertwined themselves into one, forming at the root a creation that would sit-pretty in the back of his mind. Of course, you would look up at him, mouth stuffed with his girth, with such an harmless stare. You blinked - pleading almost - that his mind wasn’t affixed to the sight of you dangling there, helpless and pleading, pussy pretty, raspberry pink, and wanting to be split down the middle. 

“Remember what daddy talked about last weekend? How if you didn’t get that A in your organic chemistry class that we’d be setting up our next little toy?” In what world was that fucking contraption little?!

“Y-yes, Daddy.” you stopped giving him head to look deeper into his eyes. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his upper thighs. He traced your bottom lip and smirked. His sadistic eyes shimmering brightly.

“I saw how you tried to turn that ‘C’ into an A. So I logged into your school account.” his voice simmered a mixture of amber and sweet tobacco. But you and your pussy knew that he wasn't anywhere near pleased. He fed you his thumb, and like an obedient plaything you opened your mouth, letting him rest on your tongue. 

You suckled down, lapping your tongue around it, taking in the hints of your own juices from this morning’s requested “stuffing session”. You were a greedy little thing. Begging him for one finger, then two, all four, and finally his thumb. Your mind was still recalibrating from that orgasm even to this second.

“Baby, tsss, why did you lie to me?” he used his other hand to tiptop to one ponytail, then the other. Holding both in his hand, he tugged gently. You had no reason outside of being a brat. You hated organic chemistry. The teacher didn’t offer extra credit. And Sukuna, as hungrily devilish he was, he didn’t fuck around when it came to your education. You still remember how many times he edged you because you forgot to turn in a huge presentation for your English class. You already had an A in the class! But Daddy didn’t care. 

You held his wrist with both of your hands, putting extra care into teasing his thumb. Taking it a step further, you nudged his hand to welcome two more of his fingers. You could taste yourself. A specially formulated nectar that practically oozed from your pussy, all dried up on his fingers. He knew what you were trying to do. But by fucking God did he enjoy falling for it.

He pulled on your ponytails, popping his mouth off of his hands and upwards at him. 

“Sweetie, I asked a question. Why did you lie about your grades?” He took those same two fingers in his mouth and purposely slobbered on them. He scooted off the chair, his torso still towering over yours, and repositioned himself on his knees in front of you. He snaked his hand behind you and popped those same two fingers in your slicked opening. You welcomed him cheerfully, making him tsss at the sudden wave of wet warmth sucking him in.

He had to keep his composure. He had to keep his vices in tack. Otherwise he would turn you around and fucking throttle you for hours.

“Speak, Y/N.” he growled.

“B-because I didn’t want you to be mad, Suna~” you clenched your teeth, swallowing down a moan. “I fell asleep studying and didn’t remember half of what was on the test. But I won’t do it again- ah- I p-p-promise.” Sukuna stuffed you with a third finger but refused to move. He shook his head disapprovingly.

“Tsk tsk tsk. All you had to do was tell me the truth. But now-” the pressure of his thumb as it pressed against your asshole sent shivers across your body. 

“We’re going to have some fun.”

✥✥✥

“Mmmm… look at that pussy.” Sukuna took a few steps to admire his work. You were dangling in midair, your ankles held up by two suspension straps and your arms held behind your back by another set of suspension straps. Your body lazily rocked back and forth in midair, everything exposed to Sukuna. 

“And you were protesting this idea so much, Y/N.” Sukuna snorted, bunching all the straps in his hand to rock you back to him. “Look how wet she is,” with one finger, he scooped the inside of your pussy, whistling in wondrous regard at how sticky you were. “She’s fucking ready, princess. Are you?”

Your body was hot. You’ve never been this exposed by anyone in your life! If your friends were to get a glimpse of you - Ms. high-strung, always punctual, studious and practically perfect - strung up like a holiday ham about to get the shit fucked out of you, what would they say?

Sukuna pulled the holsters back, guiding his thick dick into your slicked entrance with precision. He growled aloud, seeing you so helpless as he stretched you open sparked something carnal inside of him. His pretty pillow princess, hanging in the air, submissive and so fucking sexy. All for him.

All for me

Slap! He moved his hips back and forth. Palming your beautiful ass, slapping each cheek as you rocked back and forth. Swallowing him whole.

All for fucking me.

Your pussy gripped around him, making him moan aloud. “F-fuck, baby. Your pussy isn’t letting up today. She’s a g-good girl~ she’s a good fucking girl~” he slapped your ass again, upping the pace. He gripped the holsters so you’d stay in place as he slammed into you. He made your pussy his home, claiming each available space as his. Your sloshed insides coated his dick with an opaque film that glistened every inch of him from tip to base, even dripping down his balls. 

“S-s-suna-a-a-a~” Your pitched whines fed him. He fucked you harder, and harder, and harder. Your slutty pussy let him in each and every time. Its warmth enveloping his massive girth and nestling him home. With a grit of his teeth, he tried his damnedest not to cum, but you were just-

“Dammit, she’s so fucking good baby. Your pussy l-loves this”

“‘Ts so fucking tight.” He spit on his thumb, guiding it in your forbidden hole. “Sucha nasty fucking girl.” He pulled himself out of you to admire you. Your open pussy, slicked, wanting, welcoming. “Does daddy’s girl want to come?” He licked two fingers and pressed them on your clit. The electric shocks sending your back into an arch and your moans into a frenzy.

“Hm? I don’t think i hear you, doll~” he slapped your clit with those same two fingers, chuckling under his breath. Your eyes caught a flashing light in the corner of the room. It was your phone. Your friends were calling you again.

“Oh, that’s a shame.” his hand wrapped around your neck. He smiled into your neck, biting playfully on your shoulder. “Looks like others want your attention as much as I do.” He guided himself back into you. Your quivering pussy clenching down, refusing to let him go. 

“How’s about this-” he kissed your cheek. “You give me a good orgasm and I’ll let you go. And you can go make up lost time with your friends. Sounds good?” he didn’t really wait for an answer. Instead, he stood back up, grabbed your hips, and proceeded to pound into you.

“F-fuck! You like this, huh, sweetheart?” You did. You fucking did. Being so vulnerable and open to him from all angles drove you fucking insane. Your body rocked back and forth as his hips met your ass. The ripples of your ass sending Sukuna in a daze. He loved watching your almond-coated body glazed with sweat. You needed this fucking more than you admitted. And he was more than happy to give it to you.

His thrusts increased in force. So much that he had to cinch onto your hips so you wouldn’t fly forward. But Daddy Sukuna knew you. He knew you would take it. With a fucking smile. Your moans escalated to a near animalistic pitch. He loved seeing you let loose. To hear you curse, whine, and groan your frustrations made him proud to be yours. To be your release. To be-

“My pretty fucking girl. Taking all of this dick for daddy, huh? Fucking come on me, princess.”

“That’s-” stroke “An-” stroke “Order.”

Your hips buckled as he pushed forward, kissing the end of your cervix. You felt his fluid coating your walls, glistening each surface area of you with his cream. Even when you were stuffed, droplets of his cum littered the floor, streaked down your thighs, and pooled underneath you.

“Suna~” you whined, “These are going to stain my stockings, again.” he responded by kissing your shoulder again. 

“I’ll just buy you another pair, doll. ‘Ts nothin’ when I get to see your pretty face like this.” and then, another devilish idea sparked in his head. He held the holsters again, turning you around to face his pelvis.

“How’s about one more round. And then you can tell your friends to meet you wherever you decide. My treat~” 

As you looked up at him, his dick jumped to life again. Both sides equally veiny, moistened, and waiting for your plush lips to wrap around them.

You didn’t say anything, all you did was smirk and latch your soft tongue around the base.

“Nnh-” Sukuna squeezed the holsters. “Good girl.’

“Good fucking girl.”

END.

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[blissfullyecho]

A Very Niche Level-Up + Looksmaxxing Idea List for 2025

This list is for the girls that get it. It’s niche and not for everyone, but I’m throwing up at the fact that every “how to level up in 2025” post talks about journaling sad pages 24/7, drinking 8 cups of water a day, and walking 10k steps. How original.

Again, this is a very niche set of ideas. If you can’t relate then you can’t relate. But if you enjoy a good plastic surgery post and luxe lifestyle, maybe you will :)

1. Upgrade your car. We’re getting the Lexus’, the BMW’s, the Mercedes, the Jag’s, etc.

2. Upgrade your home. We’re living in high rises, we’re living in coastal areas, we’re living up in the mountains, we’re living where Amazon can drop our package off and we don’t have to worry about a porch pirate; we’re living in nice areas and in nice units/homes.

3. Breast augmentation.

4. Rhinoplasty.

5. Medical grade skincare.

6. Fresh, organic whole foods; focusing on lean protein, nuts and seeds, mushrooms, onions, leafy greens, pro/prebiotics, sea moss gel, etc.

7. Russian manicures and pedicures or a good acrylic set. Dip powder had its thing for a while but I’m not going to dip my nail in a powder everyone else dipped their nails. I bet they don’t even wash their hands and if they did, they prob didn’t even use soap.

8. Laser hair removal. Everywhere. If you want a design down there that’s cool, but you literally use the bathroom and it drips in the hair. “Oh but I use a wipe”. Okay, next time you need to wash your hair.. don’t use shampoo. Use a wipe. Invest in a bidet but still, hair shouldn’t be in your 🍑 or near the sensitive areas of your 🦋 the top is fine but if you have a period, pee, or “the other thing”, hair should be no where near those areas.

9. Lip filler. Everyone can benefit. Ask for a pout that sticks out a little bit. I don’t suggest a lip flip, I couldn’t do anything with a lip flip and it was driving me nuts.

10. Fake tan. Sunlight is fine but a spray tan just makes you look a million times better. Every skin tone and every race benefits from a spray tan. Trust.

11. Muscle definition. Muscle looks so much better than fat AND bones. You want muscle. Did you see how Bella Hadid had her foot on our necks at the VS fashion show this year? I was sickkkkkk.

12. Long hair. But if you have a face shape like Hailey Beiber, short hair looks better.

13. Makeup. Remember water-based products and oil-based products don’t mix, so make sure you choose your products wisely so your makeup doesn’t separate and you look a mess.

14. A better paying job. I left my hospital job and now I work in luxury real estate and international yacht sales.

15. Red light therapy for face and body. I have a body red light therapy dome that I got online for around $3,000 (USD) and it’s life. The one I have for the face is from Sephora and I spent like $400-$500 on that one. Whatever it says on the website.

16. Lashes. If you’re a pro at strip lashes, then yes. But I get my lashes done. Do not go crazy. Natural lashes are in so I ask for a classic whispy set focused for thickening my lash line and NOT for length.

17. Morpheus8 for skin tightening. I used it on my inner thighs and it literally saved my life

18. Lipo. If you’re a good candidate, get it. Sometimes belly pooch is hard to lose. I don’t have a pooch but I’m sure when I have kids I will.

19. Vampire facials. I can confidently say my best facials were vampire facials. My med spa charges around $950 for each facial

20. People can tell you’re wearing Shein. Their clothes are cute online but I’m going to hold your hand when I say this, they never look flattering in person when they’re being worn. People can see the loose thread and the see-through material. They also don’t fit anyone well and makes a lot of you look square. You get what you pay for in clothing. Learn about the basics of clothing and you’ll quickly only buy quality.

Yeah this list isn’t meant for everyone, but walking 10,000 steps isn’t going to take you to the next level. Neither is drinking water. They’re good habits, but they’re not going to level you up. And yeah I understand my list requires having money, but this is literally what my blog is about.

My 2025 Mindset Level Up book is here!

[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes of The Giggle - Part Twelve

Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s article in DWM 599:

Full disclosure: the drop to London far below would make me giddy if the helipad weren’t, in fact, on terra firma (well, almost – it’s five feet off the ground) and tucked away on Wolf Studios’ backlot, where mavity is on our side. The weather less so. Cardiff is experiencing a heatwave this week. It’s uncomfortably hot. “That’s why I didn’t wear any trousers?” Ncuti will joke tomorrow. “Now it all makes sense!” It’s tomorrow’s bi-generation that’s the talk of the set. In the Make-Up tent, David Tennant’s hair stylist, Steve Smith, is giving us the skinny. “It’s a hell of an introduction, having the new Doctor Who spend half the episode in his underpants,” he says, cheekily. “Bi-generation gives me the heebie-jeebies,” confesses make-up designer Claire Williams. “The costume is halved! Each have bits of it. Ncuti has a shirt and tie, and socks and shoes, but he’s in his boxers.” “Oh, we’ve had many conversations about how long his shirt is,” Russell tells me later. “While absolutely checking Ncuti’s happy – we’d have doubled the suit if he wanted.” “And then David,” continues Claire, “has an under-shirt, a waistcoat, and trousers, but he’s barefoot.” “We do see David’s feet,” confirms Steve. “Tonight we’re giving him a pedicure.” Meanwhile, might Ncuti be getting his legs waxed for the occasion? “I’ve just spent six weeks on Barbie,” he’ll tell me tomorrow. “I’m used to being waxed.” Is that a… yes, then? “He’s dying his buzz-cut back to black today,” adds Claire. It’s been a bleach-blonde do for the past 12 weeks.

For other posts in this set, please see the #whoBtsGiggle tag. The full episode list is [ here ]

[jhyoos]

Off Limits

chapter three : ice cream

soccer player vi x talis reader

mentions : lowkey loser!vi, romance, lesbianism, modern au, college au, drama, caitlyn is a bitch, smut at the end, thigh riding

summary: vi takes you as a date to caitlyn’s party

notes : lowkey a long chapter. and im honestly free writing this shit so the reader is lowkey funny

<- previous chapter

The weekend meant no classes, which should have meant sleeping in. Should have.

Instead, your phone buzzed repeatedly, Jinx’s name flashing on the screen. You groaned loudly, knowing there was no way she’d stop until you answered.

“What.”

“Swimsuit shopping. Get up.”

You whined dramatically into the receiver, but Jinx wasn’t having it. “Five minutes, or I’m showing up at your house.”

That was enough motivation.

By the time you both arrived at the mall, you were still half-asleep, trailing slightly behind her as she led the way with far too much energy for this hour.

“Why so early?” you grumbled. “The party doesn’t even start until four.”

Jinx glanced over her shoulder, giving you a deadpan look. “For someone so fashionable, you’re actually kind of stupid.”

That woke you up. “Excuse me? What?”

“We’re here early because everyone is gonna be looking for the best swimsuits,” she explained, waving a hand dramatically. “Everyone is gonna be at this party. Early bird gets the worm.”

“I don’t want the worm,” you huffed. “I have plenty of swimsuits.”

“Yeah, but we gotta make a statement.” Jinx smirked. “Especially since we’re both going on dates.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I’m not buying anything to wear for Vi unless I’m getting my pussy ate specifically from the back by the end of it,” you said out loud which made some bystanders look at you weird.

Jinx frowned “That’s my sister you’re talking about, ya know…,” she says.

“My bad…,” you said with a awkward smile

She rolled her eyes before she grabbed your wrist and dragged you into H&M.

The two of you sifted through racks of swimsuits, pulling out options and tossing them back just as quickly. Jinx was the first to find one—a sleek white bikini with a matching cover-up that tied at the waist. She held it up against herself, eyeing it with approval.

“This is cute,” she mused. “Gonna make Ekko die.”

You snorted. “That’s the goal, huh?”

She grinned. “Always.”

After Jinx finished checking out, she glanced over at you, eyebrow raised.

“Sure you’re not getting anything?”

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head. “I already have the swimsuit. Haven’t worn it yet because I didn’t have a reason… but now? Oh, everyone is gonna love it.”

Jinx grinned, linking her arm through yours. “That’s what I like to hear.” Then, without missing a beat, she tugged you toward the food court. “Come on, let’s get Auntie Anne’s.”

You didn’t argue—mall pretzels were a must.

The moment you got home, you started your everything shower. No shortcuts. No half-measures.

Shampoo. Conditioner. Deep conditioner. Double cleanse. Full-body exfoliation. Shaving from head to toe like you were about to be sculpted out of marble.

By the time you stepped out, steam curled around the bathroom like mist, and your skin was as soft as a baby’s.

Next? Pedicure. Classic white polish, clean and sharp. You sat back, letting your toes dry, scrolling mindlessly through your phone—until the screen lit up with a call.

Vi. 🖕❤️

You sighed dramatically before answering. “What do you want, Violet? Phone sex?”

There was a pause, then her amused chuckle crackled through the speaker.

“Damn… I was gonna wait until like, the third date for that,” Vi teased. “But I mean… never too early.”

You snorted, shifting to get comfortable. “If you act correctly at this party, maybe I’ll let you get a little something something.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Yes, puppy,” you mocked, voice dripping with fake sweetness. “I pinky promise.”

You were fastening your earrings when your phone buzzed.

Vi 🖕❤️: I’m outside

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, taking in the final look. The swimsuit you chose was a moment all on its own—an earthy-toned bikini with a bold zigzag pattern that hugged every curve. The top was a classic triangle style, tied perfectly to show off just enough. The matching wrap skirt sat high on your waist, the gold ring at the hip accentuating your shape. The slit up the side? Just enough to tease. You smirked. Yeah, you looked good.

Grabbing your bag, you headed out the door.

Vi was leaning against her car like she was in a damn movie, arms crossed over her chest, looking effortlessly cocky. The second she saw you, though, that confidence faltered—her gaze dragging over you, eyes darkening, her mouth parting slightly.

She had on a simple sports bra and some swim shorts, her toned arms and abs on full display. God, she’s such a butch, you thought, biting back a grin. And Jesus, does she make it work.

She pushed off the car as you approached, still too busy staring at you to watch her step—almost tripping on the curb.

“Be careful, loser,” you teased, smirking.

“I am being careful,” she shot back, straightening herself like nothing happened.

You giggled before stepping into her space, wrapping your arms around her in a hug. She was warm—solid. Her hands found your waist, lingering just a second too long before you leaned in, whispering near her ear,

“You’re not gonna act like a dog, are you?”

Vi exhaled sharply, fingers tightening on your waist for a moment. “Of course, baby,” she murmured. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.”

Your lips curled into a smirk as you pulled back, shoving your bag of clothes into her hands.

“Be a good puppy and carry this for me.”

Vi groaned but didn’t argue, tossing your bag into the backseat before—of course—opening the car door for you.

“Thanks,” you hummed, sliding in and buckling up.

She shut the door, walked around, and got in beside you. With a final glance at your legs—peeking through the slit in your skirt—she exhaled, shaking her head before starting the engine.

Next stop: the devil’s house. I mean, Caitlyn’s.

Caitlyn’s house was exactly what you expected—huge, elegant, and screaming old money. The driveway was already packed with cars, the faint sound of music and laughter spilling out from the backyard.

You glanced over at Vi, who was gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. Her jaw was clenched, her shoulders stiff.

“You okay, Vi?” you asked, watching her carefully.

“Yeah… just—let’s go.” Her voice was off. Flat. Like she was bracing for something.

She got out quickly, coming around to open your door like the perfect little gentleman she pretended not to be. You stepped out, and she shut the door behind you, her movements sharp.

Something was up.

“You’re still talking to her… aren’t you?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Vi sighed, running a hand through her hair. “No. I just… only told you half the truth when I asked you out.” She hesitated, eyes flicking up to yours. “I didn’t tell Cait I was bringing you as my date.”

Your stomach dropped.

“What the fuck, Vi?” you hissed, stepping closer. “She’s my captain. She could go to the cheer coach and do God knows what—”

“That’s not gonna happen,” Vi cut in firmly. “One thing about Cait is she keeps her word. I told her to leave you alone.”

You stared at her, your heart pounding in frustration. “Jesus…”

You turned on your heel and started walking toward the house, leaving her standing there.

The tension was thick as you stormed toward Caitlyn’s house, Vi trailing behind you. The last thing you wanted was drama at a damn pool party, but of course, here you were.

The second you stepped into the backyard, it felt like all eyes were on you. The pool shimmered under the setting sun, the sound of splashing water and distant laughter mixing with the music playing over the speakers. Caitlyn was standing near the bar, drink in hand, looking completely unbothered—until her eyes landed on you.

Jinx was the first to notice you both. She was sitting on the edge of the pool with Ekko, kicking her feet in the water. “Heyyyy, look who finally decided to show up,” she called, grinning. “Damn, Vi, didn’t know she’d bring you though.”

“Shut up, Jinx. And for the record I asked her,” Vi muttered, but Jinx just snickered.

Caitlyn made her way over, her expression unreadable. “Didn’t know you were bringing a date,” she said coolly, eyeing you.

“Yeah, well, now you do,” Vi shot back, standing a little closer to you.

Caitlyn hummed, sipping her drink before turning back to her group of friends, whispering something you couldn’t hear. You felt the weight of their stares, but you refused to shrink under them.

The party actually started off fun.

The music blasted through the speakers, laughter filled the air, and the pool glowed under the soft party lights. You weren’t sure what you expected when Vi dragged you along to Caitlyn’s party of all places, but for a while, it was easy to forget the tension.

You stuck close to Vi, but Jinx and Ekko made it easy to loosen up. You hesitated when Ekko handed you a shot, but he grinned. “Relax. It’s ok. If you get too drunk, we got you.”

You sighed, then downed it. The heat burned your throat, but the way Vi smirked at you made it worth it.

One shot turned into two. Then three. Before you knew it, you were laughing too hard at Jinx’s ridiculous impressions of people at the party, leaning into Vi’s side.

The music pulled you in, and soon, dancing became inevitable. You and Vi got close—hands lingering, touches getting bolder. Her fingers pressed into your hips as you moved, and the alcohol in your system only made you braver.

Caitlyn noticed.

Her jaw clenched as she watched from across the party, her grip tightening around her drink. You could feel her eyes on you, but honestly? You didn’t care.

The heat from all the dancing—mixed with the alcohol—eventually became too much. “I need to cool off,” you murmured, wiping the sweat from your brow.

Vi smirked. “Pool?”

You nodded, and the two of you headed to the edge, dipping your feet in the water. The cold contrast against your overheated skin was heaven.

You weren’t sure how much time passed, but as you started to sober up a little, something shoved you—hard.

The impact sent you toppling forward. The moment you hit the water, panic set in. The weight of your clothes dragged you down, and you kicked wildly, trying to push yourself up. Shit. You knew how to swim, but not in deep water.

You tried to find the surface, but everything felt wrong. The more you struggled, the more disoriented you became.

Then, a splash.

Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you up. Vi.

The moment you broke the surface, you gasped, coughing violently as Vi held onto you. “I got you,” she said, voice sharp with worry.

She helped you to the pool’s edge, steadying you as you clung to her, your entire body shaking.

Then Vi turned, furious.

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” she snapped, voice cutting through the party noise.

The girl who pushed you—one of Caitlyn’s close friends—just laughed. “Relax, it was a joke.”

“A joke?” Vi’s fists clenched. “You think nearly drowning someone is funny?”

Jinx cracked her knuckles, grinning. “See, this is why I love parties. Always some dumbass asking to get their ass beat.”

Ekko placed a firm hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. “Not now, Jinx.”

Vi turned to Caitlyn, seething. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you she was coming. You let your friends pull this shit?”

Caitlyn sighed, rubbing her temples. “Vi—”

“No. Fuck that,” Vi snapped. “I told you to leave her alone. You wanna act like you're better than all this, but you let your friends act like this?”

Caitlyn hesitated, her gaze flickering to you. “I didn’t tell her to do that.”

“But you didn’t stop it either.”

For once, Caitlyn had nothing to say.

Vi turned back to you, hands gripping your arms gently, scanning your face. “You okay?”

You swallowed, still shaken, but nodded. “Yeah.”

Vi exhaled, shaking her head. “We’re leaving.”

She didn’t wait for a response. Instead, she grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the pool, away from Caitlyn, away from the bullshit.

Jinx and Ekko followed close behind.

Caitlyn called after Vi, but she didn’t stop.

And honestly? Neither did you.

Vi drove in silence, her grip tight on the steering wheel. She still hadn’t fully calmed down from the party, but she needed to get you out of there. Away from them. Away from her.

So, she took you to Coldstone.

She figured ice cream might help, something sweet to take your mind off everything. And, of course, she paid.

You kept it simple—nothing over the top, just a classic cone with a couple of safe flavors. You and Vi changed out your swimwear but, your skin was still damp, and the cool evening air made you shiver slightly as you both sat outside at the plaza.

Vi wasn’t even thinking about her own ice cream. Her focus was you. The way your lips wrapped around the cone, the slow, casual licks as you tried to keep it from melting over your fingers. Her mouth went dry.

Jesus Christ.

She swallowed hard, shifting in her seat as she tried to pull her mind away from where it was headed.

The plaza was quiet, barely any people around at this hour. The only sounds were the distant hum of cars and the occasional passerby. Vi finally broke the silence.

“You okay, baby?” she asked, voice softer now.

You nodded, licking a stray drip from the side of your cone. “Yeah…I thought I was a good swimmer, but I guess I need a few more lessons,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Vi huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I can always teach you, y’know.”

You glanced at her, intrigued. “Oh yeah?”

She nodded, leaning back against the bench. “Yeah. Had to learn myself. My dad just pushed me into a lake when I was little and told me to get to the surface.”

Your brows lifted. “He what?”

Vi smirked, but there was a flicker of something behind her eyes. “Yeah. Sink or swim, y’know? I won’t do that to you, though.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You just go with the flow don’t you?…”

Vi tilted her head, watching as you took another slow lick of your ice cream. And fuck—that was it.

She barely whispered the curse under her breath, but you caught it.

Your eyes widened, then a smirk curled at your lips. “Oh my God… You’re getting hot from me eating ice cream?”

Vi didn’t say a damn word.

She just stared.

So, naturally, you decided to push her buttons. You dragged your tongue over the ice cream slower this time, making sure she watched every movement.

Vi exhaled sharply through her nose. “I’ll bend you over right now.”

Your smirk deepened. “And do what? There’s people around.”

“I’m willing to make that sacrifice.”

You laughed, shaking your head before taking a bite of your ice cream. “I’m not having public sex with you, puppy.”

Vi groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. “You’re killing me.”

You just grinned, thoroughly enjoying how easy it was to fluster her. “You’ll survive.”

Vi wasn’t so sure about that.

After finishing your ice cream, you both climbed back into the car. You buckled yourself in, settling into the seat as Vi started the engine. The streetlights cast a soft glow through the windshield, illuminating her face as she turned to look at you.

"Where to next?" Vi asked, resting one hand on the wheel.

You shrugged, turning toward her. "I don’t know… you’re the driver."

Vi huffed a small laugh, but her eyes lingered on your face. That’s when she noticed it—the faint smear of ice cream at the corner of your lips. Without thinking, she leaned in, her thumb gently swiping across your skin to wipe it away.

Then, slowly, deliberately, she brought her thumb to her lips and licked it clean.

You watched her. Your breath caught in your throat as her tongue flicked over her skin, her eyes locked onto yours. The simple, effortless movement sent a shiver down your spine.

Oh.

"I get it now," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Vi’s brow lifted slightly, but before she could respond, you leaned in and kissed her.

She didn’t hesitate—her lips moved against yours immediately, eager, warm, and still sweet from the ice cream. The taste of vanilla and something entirely her filled your senses, and you wanted more.

Before you even realized it, you had shifted onto her lap, your hands resting against her shoulders as your lips moved hungrily against hers. Vi’s grip tightened around your waist, her hands sliding down, finding their way to your ass as she pulled you flush against her.

The car was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft gasps between kisses. You could feel her heartbeat against your chest, fast and strong.

Then, you pulled away.

Vi looked up at you, her pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted. There was something desperate in her gaze—puppy eyes, silently pleading for you to continue.

But you swallowed hard, trying to catch your breath. "We can’t have sex, Vi," you murmured, though your voice betrayed the hesitation in your words.

Vi nodded quickly, her hands still resting on your thighs. "We’re not. I promise."

You hesitated, biting your lip. Her hands on you, the warmth of her body, the way she looked at you—it made it so damn hard to think straight.

But then you exhaled softly, giving in as you leaned down, capturing her lips once more.

Vi shifted beneath you, adjusting her position until one of her toned legs slid between yours. You barely had time to register the change before her hands on your hips guided you down onto her thigh. A sharp inhale left your lips as the pressure hit just right—your dress providing little barrier between you and the warmth of her skin.

Vi pulled away from the kiss, her breath heavy, pupils dark with need. Her hands tightened their grip on your waist, steadying you as she murmured against your lips, “Ride my thigh.”

Your breath hitched. “Vi… this is a public parking lot.”

Her lips curled into a smirk, her voice low and coaxing. “Come on, please? My windows are tinted—no one’s gonna see.”

Her thigh tensed beneath you, flexing just enough to send a jolt of friction straight to your core. The feeling made your head spin, your body betraying your hesitation as your grip on her shoulders tightened.

Vi leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of your ear as she whispered, “No one will know, baby. Just you and me.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing. Vi’s hands roamed up and down your thighs, warm and steady, encouraging but never forcing. You bit your lip, glancing around the empty parking lot before looking back down at her. Her pupils were blown wide, her gaze locked onto you, waiting—hoping.

You exhaled sharply. Fuck it.

Slowly, you rolled your hips against her thigh, testing the friction. A quiet gasp escaped you, and Vi’s grip tightened. “That’s it, baby,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Her hands guided your movements, but you quickly found your own rhythm, grinding down harder as the pressure ignited a slow, burning heat in your wet cunt.

Vi’s lips brushed against your neck, leaving featherlight kisses before she nipped at your skin. “You feel so good,” she groaned, flexing her leg beneath you to give you more resistance.

Your fingers dug into her shoulders as a soft moan slipped past your lips. “Vi…”

She pulled back just enough to watch you, her expression absolutely wrecked with want. “Keep going, baby. Let me see you fall apart for me.”

The air in the car was thick, hot, electric. Your pace quickened, chasing that high, your moans got louder, your body trembling with each roll of your hips. Vi’s hands never left you, steadying, supporting, worshipping.

And just when you felt yourself getting close, her lips found yours again, swallowing your gasps and moans, drowning you in her.

Your body tensed as the pleasure built, the friction of Vi’s thigh against your core sending waves of heat through you. Your arousal leaking through your panties and onto her thigh. Your moans became shaky, your movements becoming more desperate as you chased the high she was coaxing out of you.

Vi watched you like you were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen—her grip on your hips tightening as she helped you ride out the rhythm. “That’s it, baby,” she murmured against your lips. “Just let go.”

The tension inside you snapped, a sharp gasp and a high moan breaking free as pleasure crashed over you in waves. Your body trembled in her hold, and Vi’s arms wrapped around you, steadying you as you rode out your high. Your head fell against her shoulder, your breathing ragged, skin flushed.

For a moment, the only sounds in the car were your uneven breaths and the distant hum of the city outside. Vi pressed a soft kiss to your temple, her fingers running slow, soothing circles along your back.

“You’re unreal,” she whispered, her voice filled with something deeper than lust—something almost tender.

You let out a breathy laugh, lifting your head to meet her gaze. “You’re trouble,” you muttered, though there was no real bite to it.

Vi smirked, her hands never leaving your waist. “And you love it.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t deny it. Instead, you cupped her jaw, brushing your thumb against her cheek before pressing one last, lingering kiss to her lips.

“We should probably get out of this parking lot before someone gets suspicious,” you murmured.

Vi groaned, resting her forehead against yours. “Fine. But next time, we’re not stopping at just that.”

You grinned, pressing a playful kiss to the corner of her mouth before sliding back into your seat. “We’ll see, puppy.”

Vi shook her head, chuckling as she started the car. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

As Vi pulled out of the parking lot, you leaned back in your seat, feeling the aftershocks of what had just happened still buzzing through you. The night air filtered in through the cracked window, cooling your flushed skin. Vi, on the other hand, looked proud of herself—one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on her thigh, fingers tapping against the fabric of her shorts.

A playful idea sparked in your mind. You reached beneath your dress, slipping your hands under the thin fabric of your panties and slowly sliding them down your legs. Vi glanced over, catching just a glimpse of the movement before turning back to the road, her jaw tightening.

“You better not be doing what I think you’re doing,” she muttered.

You smirked, lifting the lacy fabric into her line of sight before tossing them into her lap. “Relax, puppy. It’s a gift.”

Vi picked them up with two fingers, glancing at you before grinning like the menace she was. “Oh, you’re really something else.” Without hesitation, she reached for the gearshift, tying your panties around it like some kind of twisted trophy.

“There. Now I’ve got a little decoration.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “That’s your ‘something something.’”

Vi raised a brow, still grinning. “Then what was that in the parking lot?”

You leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear as you whispered, “A thank you for saving me.”

Vi’s breath hitched for just a second before she chuckled, shaking her head. “Shit, baby… you really know how to keep me on my toes.”

You smirked, settling back into your seat with a satisfied hum. “Someone’s gotta keep you entertained.”

Vi pulls up to your apartment complex, her car engine purring to a quiet stop as she parks. She gives you a smirk as you both step out, the evening air carrying a hint of coolness that only makes her presence feel warmer. You walk side by side, your hands brushing slightly before stepping into the elevator together.

The elevator hums as it rises, both of you standing close, the tension between you palpable, though neither of you acknowledges it. When the door dings, you step out first, leading the way to your apartment door. You take your things from Vi’s hands, your fingers grazing hers for a moment longer than necessary.

You look over at her, a small smile playing at your lips. “I enjoy our… date,” you say softly, teasingly.

Vi’s lips curl into a grin, her eyes glinting with something playful. “I enjoyed it too… a lot,” she says, her voice low, like she’s savoring the moment.

You glance back at your empty apartment, knowing Jayce won’t be home for another day. You knew your brother well. When he’s gone he won’t be back for a while.

You don’t mind the solitude, but tonight you’re in the mood for something else. Turning back to Vi, you lock eyes. “Stay the night with me,” you say, your tone serious but laced with a challenge.

Vi raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she leans back against the door. “Why, pretty?” she asks, her voice dripping with curiosity.

You let out a soft chuckle, the air between you light but charged with something more. “Because I need a big, tall, sexy, muscular butch to protect me while I sleep,” you reply with a playful grin, your words teasing but carrying an unspoken invitation.

Vi laughs, deep and genuine, her eyes never leaving yours.

“That’s good enough excuse for me.”

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ᰔℊℯ𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃' 𝒾𝓉 𝓅ℴ𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃' with ONYANKOPON on a balcony.

for my 1500+ 𝒻ℴ𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉. requested by @prettybraat.

ᰔhere you go baby, happy black history month!❤️💚💛

ᰔcw: modern au! fem, black reader. balcony sex, exhibitionism, panty-ripping, backshots, hair-pulling, scratching.

ᰔdividers by @/benkeibear.

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When your boyfriend, Onyankopon, or ‘Ony’ for short, texted you with a simple ‘get ready’ you immediately hopped up to pack an overnight bag.

Ony works as a financial consultant for one of the biggest banks in Atlanta, as well as a personal finance advisor, so he’s never short on dough and absolutely does not mind spending his hard-earned money on his baby girl.

You haven’t seen him in a while due to it being tax season and him working overtime at the bank, so you knew that when you saw him, you were definitely getting your back blown out.

As you were deciding which pairs of sexy panties you wanted to bring, your phone began to ring. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.” Your man’s smooth, baritone voice filtered its way from the phone speaker and into your ear making you clench your thighs together.

“Hey, pooh. Are you off of work already? I’m still getting my stuff together.”

Onyankopon laughed once he heard you rummaging around in your room; who knows what all you were throwing in that gold and black sequin Victoria’s Secret duffle bag you loved so much.

“I’m about to FaceTime you, baby. I want to show you something.”

When he said that, you stopped packing and focused all of your attention on the phone - Ony chuckled because he knew how nosy you were.

The request to FaceTime immediately came through and you accepted it.

“ONYANKOPON!!”

He just chuckled deeply, “Not the government.” 

On your screen currently sat the finest version of your man that you had ever seen.

Now, Ony had always been fine; let's make that abundantly clear…

Smooth, flawless dark-brown skin, toned muscular body, tattoos up and down his arms and back (that were usually hidden by his business suits), straight white teeth, and don’t forget the inches that he was packing - eight and a half, to be exact.

Long, thick, and hard.

…but Ony with a fade and dreads pulled back in a half-up half-down ponytail? 

Oh, he must've been trying to call in for the next week or so.

“You went quiet on me, bae. Do you like it?’’ You were snapped out of your nasty little reverie.

“Do I like it? Babe, you look so fucking mouthwatering right now. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make the drive all the way to yours.”

Flirting sensually, you leaned your upper body into the camera and let your breasts spill out of your tank top for your man’s viewing pleasure.

You didn’t miss how Ony raised an eyebrow and bit down on his lower lip, pausing before he continued,

“To mine? Oh, we’re not going to mine, baby girl. I made a reservation for us at the Waldorf Astoria in Buckhead.” 

Leaning back out of the camera frame, you made your perfectly arched eyebrows jump while bringing a hand to your mouth to chew on the tip of one of your baby blue stiletto nails.

“You did, babe? That’s so sweet of you, I can’t-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you heard a loud car horn honk from outside.

“Ony!! I didn’t know you were damn near almost here; why didn’t you say something, boy?!”

Tossing the phone onto the bed, you hurriedly gathered the rest of your things and shoved them into the bag before zipping it up. Your slides were on the side of your bed, so you slipped your matching pedicured toes into them and grabbed your keys off your nightstand.

“Hey, who you think you raising yo voice at, huh? Be good for me and come on outside, baby.”

—-

After climbing into the passenger seat of Ony’s navy blue BMW X5, he shut the door behind you and returned to the driver’s side.

You watched him carefully with slightly lidded eyes as he put his hand on the back of your headrest and backed out of the driveway.

Ony could feel you burning a hole in the side of his head, which made him bite his bottom lip again and send you a furtive glance while he drove through Atlanta traffic.

“What’s up, mama? Why you keep on staring at me?”

He knew good and damn well why you were staring at him.

You knew that he knew, because of the little smirk that formed at the corner of his plump lips as he held onto your thigh with his right hand and drove with his left hand holding the middle of the steering wheel.

The ride was leisurely, as all you had to do was sit there and look pretty, one leg propped up over the other as you scrolled through your TikTok feed. 

Ony moved his hand from your thigh to your foot, slipping your slide off and rubbing the sole of your foot.

“Oh! Babe…”

He just let out a soft hum of acknowledgment before turning into the parking lot of Seasons 52. 

Since Ony had made a reservation, you didn't have to wait long before a waitress came out to direct you both to your table.

This isn’t your first time coming here, but you still marvel at how everything on the menu constantly shifts and changes, yet always manages to always taste so delicious.

The salmon that you ordered was roasted to perfection; the potatoes just melted in your mouth and the green beans had just the right amount of crunch. 

Dinner conversation was fruitful, full of talks about your plans for university and Ony of the new investments that he was planning to make.

He held your free hand in his and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles while he sipped his wine and listened to you talk. 

His cocoa-brown eyes shined with love and admiration for you as you excitedly spilled about all of the classes that you’d be taking during the upcoming semester.

After you finished your dinner, Ony called for the waitress so he could pay then the two of you left with him guiding you by the small of your back to his car.

—-

Once you checked into your suite, Ony was on you like white on rice.

His large hands gripped you up, fondling your voluptuous ass cheeks while he repeatedly slotted his lips over yours in hot kisses filled with longing and need.

The cold links of his watch against your exposed lower back made a shiver race down your spine as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. 

Ony looked down at you, meeting your big, brown doe eyes; immediately his dick began to harden in his slacks.

“Nuh uh, we don’t have time for that right now, baby. I have another plan for yo sexy ass.” 

He swatted away the hand that reached for his belt buckle and pulled you up by your bicep.

The suite Ony booked was almost as big as your entire damn apartment: two bedrooms, a spacious living area, a kitchenette (that was too big to be considered a kitchenette), and two bathrooms, both fitted with walk-in showers and whirlpool tubs.

Your nails clawed at the pressed cotton of his white dress shirt as he backed both of you up into the nearest bedroom. The motion-sensor lamps clicked on as soon as you stepped over the threshold, bathing both of you in a sensual, amber glow.

The curtain to the in-suite balcony was pulled back revealing the beautiful Buckhead cityscape below you, along with a navy sky full of bright, twinkling stars.

Ony began unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it free from where it was tucked into his pants as he finally allowed you to grab his belt and begin unbuckling it.

“Somebody’s impatient..” He chuckled as you yanked it from the loops and threw it across the room.

Once he was shirtless and you were down to your panties, he scooped you up and carried you over to the window.

“Wait, Onyankopon, what do you think you’re doing??”

He didn’t answer, but instead unlocked the glass door leading out to the balcony and stepped outside with you clinging to him.

The slightly cool breeze from the evening air whipped against your naked skin and made you press yourself further into Ony, who cradled your chin and brought your mouth back to his to give you another breathtaking kiss.

“I remember you saying that you wanted to try some different things, so here’s your opportunity, baby. Now turn around and grab that rail for me.”

His big hand went to the fly of his pants for him to unzip them and tug them down. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and began sliding it over his hard dick.

Just as you were about to do as you were told, you could hear faint chatter from below: a couple of floors below, there was a group of men and women seated at a round table out on their balcony, having drinks.

“Ony, there’s people out here - what if they see me?” Bashfully, your hands flew to cover your naked breasts. 

As you were leaning down to look at the other guests, Ony rubbed his dick between your ass cheeks, bumping it against your clit. A soft moan left your lips and your eyes almost closed before you remembered what you were supposed to be doing.

“They won’t see you, baby. They might hear you, though.” 

You heard that damn smirk in his voice, but soon you forgot all about anyone hearing once Ony grabbed your panties with one finger and ripped the flimsy material off of you, flinging it aside.

“Oh, babe!”

A loud moan was pulled from you as your boyfriend pushed the head of his dick into your opening. Your hands flew forward and you took a tight hold of the balcony’s railing as Ony started pounding you swiftly from the back.

The sounds of your ass colliding with his hips were loud throughout the silent night, so if those people were just really listening they’d easily be able to tell what the two of you were doing.

One tiny hand with those baby blue nails fell free from the rail and grabbed at Ony’s veiny forearm for leverage; his thrusts had your entire body quivering already. 

Soon enough, long scratches began to cover his arm as you tried your best to hold onto him.

You looked up at him and could feel him grow harder inside of you from the visual: fat ass bouncing back on him, braids shaking free from your bun, and your mascara beginning to run.

“Hm, what?” He licked his lips again but didn’t slow his pace as he just looked back into your misty eyes. “What is it, baby? Too much for ya?”

“Ony, I’m…” You trailed off as he suddenly picked you up underneath your thighs, his forearms resting in the creases of your knees.

“I didn’t tell you to let go of that damn rail.”

“ONYANKOPON!”

“And you were worried about somebody hearing you.” He laughed and bent you in half, still jackhammering away as you bumped and jostled against his body, 

Your upper half is now bent over the railing as the wind picks up and whips your hair across your face.

“Onyankopon, I’m going to fall!” 

“I won’t let you fucking fall, girl. Got too many muscles to let you fall.”

He grunted and locked his arms around your thighs, heavy balls slapping against your ass with loud, wet smacks.

“Hold the fucking rail, and hold that nut, too. I’m almost there. Gunna cum for you, baby; just hold still for me.”

Ony grabbed your hair up into a ponytail to pull it out of your face and also to yank your head back so he could whisper in your ear.

“You see that shit, baby? See those city lights beaming so fucking bright for you as I fuck your tight little pussy open?”

“Ohh, oh God! Yes, baby, I see them! Fuck, I see them!”

“You cumming?”

“YES! Yes, I’m cumming, oh my God! I’m cumming, baby!”

“Let it go then, baby. Go ahead and cum for ‘The Great One’*”

After that, you were done.

Your release washed over you like a wave; luckily Onyankopon was holding onto you or you might’ve actually flipped head-first over that balcony.

You both moaned each others’ names as your orgasm triggered his, bodies bathed in the pale moonlight of the night, surrounded by nothing but the stars and your love for one another.

—-

After that first round on the balcony, Onyankopon took you back into the room and the two of you went at it in nearly every area of the large presidential suite.

He even took you again in the shower before he washed you both off, wrapped you in a towel, and brought you over to the bed, wrapping you up in the covers.

“I love you, Y/N…my shining star..” Was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into dreamland, nothing but sweet thoughts of your handsome man on your mind.

—--

a/n: *Onyankopon means ’God’ in the Ghanian language and ‘The Great One’ in Ashanti mythology, referring to the Sky God.

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Tough Tootsies ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Here we have another fabulous anon prompt featuring our favourite gameshow host, but this time Yancy is by his side! LET'S DO THIS!

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Yancy was a tough guy, a cool guy. He was the sort of guy who, thanks to his days behind bars, had learned how to keep a straight face when things got nerve-wracking or intimidating. However, if you looked in his eyes long enough, you’d notice the flicker of nerves as he stood in the reception of the white-marble spa that Bim had brought him to. The luxury spa experience was something Bim had actually bought Yancy for Christmas, attempting to encourage him to relax and see the value of “me time” – but in true busy Yancy fashion he hadn’t found time to use it in-between writing, choreographing and practising new songs and music video shoots for his first album of music (the working title was Jailbreak and all the egos, Bim especially, thought it was iconic). So here Yancy was, having been persuaded thanks to Bim offering his company, and soon they were all signed in and heading to get to their first stop: free goodies.

‘So uh, what’s exactly gonna be done to us?’

‘Oh we’re getting the best treatments!’

Bim replied, grinning as the pair wandered through and started getting changed into their fancy, thick robes and slippers – which they got to keep no less! Bim’s attire was lilac whilst Yancy’s were navy, and Yancy smiled as he realised Bim must have called ahead to tell them his favourite colour.

‘First up is a hot stone massage, that’s the thing that’ll settle you into the spa day mood. Then we’ll have mud face masks, face, neck and scalp massages, and finish off with a full pedicure! You’re going to want a spa break every weekend after today, trust me!’

Bim nudged him with a wink and Yancy snorted, shaking his head fondly as they headed into the first room. Yancy was nervous about the day, mainly with regards to having strangers getting up close and personal with him. If Bim weren’t here with him he likely wouldn’t have had the confidence to give it a try… but as the treatments came by, it was far less invasive than Yancy was expecting. Everyone was so relaxed and chatty, always checking in on his comfort, telling him what they were going to do before he felt any touch – and of course Bim knew all the personnel and kept awkward silences at bay with gossip and banter.

Yancy found himself especially enjoying the gossip, especially when it came to his wild experiences from prison, which all the staff were excited to hear rather than unnerved! Yancy got so relaxed at one point that he fell right asleep during the scalp massage, having a deep twenty minute power nap which somehow refreshed him like a full night’s sleep – soon Yancy wasn’t just comfortable, he was enjoying every second of the experience. Also needless to say, he felt tensions unwinding in him that he hadn’t realised he had!

Eventually they got settled into comfy leather seats ready for the full pedicure treatment, and naturally Bim had even convinced him to pick a nail colour – Yancy went for a matte navy blue, whilst Bim chose a metallic violet. Yancy was all set and ready to relax again, even closing his eyes in anticipation… meaning he missed the cheeky grins Bim shared with the technicians. There was mischief afoot, no pun intended. In Bim’s view Yancy had been overworking himself and not only deserved relaxation, but a chance to let loose… to laugh. And the previous treatments had put him beautifully off guard.

Yancy sighed as he felt his feet gently get washed in warm water and carefully patted dry, and he could feel another nap coming on… until he felt the warm pumice stone. His foot was held still as the pumice stone’s fine grained surface rubbed against the ball of his foot. It wasn’t uncomfortable, certainly not painful… but it tickled like hell. Yancy’s breath hitched as his gripped his arm rests, glancing to Bim beside him. Bim however was perfectly relaxed, and took another sip of his champagne as he sighed.

‘So, is it safe to say I’ve converted you to the spa lifestyle Yance?’

Yancy gaped for a moment, feeling a giggle building in his chest. He held it in, clearing his throat as he smiled at his friend – he couldn’t burst into giggles here, it would be the most embarrassing thing ever! He took a deep breath, resolving not to react and make a scene.

‘Mhm oh yeheah, yeah for sure.’

‘I mean, I get why you were anxious of course, it’s perfectly understandable to not want strangers touching you all over the place. But everyone here honestly takes the word ‘professional’ and goes above and beyond don’t you think?’

‘O-Oh mhm, mhm yep.’

Yancy replied, gritting his teeth as he felt the rubbing go on and on and on. Somehow it was worse than feathers or nails, even worse than the pointiest pen! It was like his deepest ticklish nerves weren’t safe, each rub sending jolts and tingles that just made him want to squeal and kick his feet! But he couldn’t, and felt his face go a bit pink from his efforts as his technician smiled at Bim’s compliments.

‘You’re too kind Mr Trimmer.’

The pumice stone left his foot and Yancy let out a quiet breath of relief, until he felt it being applied to his other foot. He could feel his toes twitching as he casually pressed his knuckles to his mouth, his eyes looking at anything else but his feet. How the hell could something tickle this much, and how was Bim so chill?! He was just as ticklish as Yancy, or at least that’s what Yancy had always thought. It was the public factor that made this so torturous. Being tickled at home wasn’t half as embarrassing as this… oh God if he laughed, would he get kicked out?!

Then, he almost did. He let out a sudden squeak and shuddered when he felt the pumice stone move to his heel. He missed the amused look between Bim and the technician, and the technician put on a concerned look.

‘Oh I’m sorry, is that spot tender?’

Yancy cleared his throat, smiling softly as he straightened in his seat. He knew he was bright pink.

‘Ah, no I uh, just got a chill.’

Bim hid a snicker behind his champagne glass as the technician smiled, keeping her composure as she replied.

‘Oh, your seat has a heating feature if you’d like to use it! If you lift up the left arm rest you’ll find all the buttons.’

She then put the pumice stone aside and Yancy smiled gratefully, thinking he was in the clear. He decided he deserved to feel toasty after all that, and snorted when Bim gasped dramatically next to him as he opened his own arm rest.

‘Oh my GOD I can’t believe I forgot about that!’

Yancy rolled his eyes fondly as Bim excitedly explored all the buttons, including the reclining and massage functions. Yancy could feel the tingles in his feet fading into relaxation, so much so he got ready to tease Bim for getting so excited. But then he felt the oil. His breath hitched as he felt it trickle over his feet and toes, filling the space with a soft, floral scent, and his jaw clenched as he felt it being massaged into his skin. Oh. God.

‘U-Uh… whahat–ah, what’s the oil f-for?’

‘Oh it’s to help revitalise your skin, and it’ll stop your feet drying out. The scent is lavender, is that alright?’

‘Yehep, mhm yep, yep ahall good…’

Yancy nodded, and now had no choice but to mask his little giggles with light coughs and clearing his throat. This did not escape the technicians or Bim’s notice, but they naturally pretended otherwise to keep the game going. Bim even sighed lightly with a grin.

‘Ahh, the lavender one is my favourite, it’s just so relaxing isn’t it Yance?’

Yancy nodded, and this time couldn’t keep his eyes off the massage as fingers moved up from his arches, getting closer and closer to his toes. He tried to reason that he could take it, that the massage wasn’t as bad as the pumice stone… but when those slick fingertips started rubbing his toes he held his breath. But in the end, it was no use. It was a tweak to his pinky toe after a few mere seconds that made him explode into his long awaited laughter.

‘SHIHIT!’

To Yancy’s utter horror he heard the technician giggle as Bim gasped, his grin turning devious as he clapped his hands together.

‘Aww there’s the ticklish guy I know! I gotta say you held out longer than I thought you would!’

Yancy’s eyes went wide with confusion… and then the realisation hit him. It was a set up. A goddamn tickly set up! Before he could even think to get up, Bim leaned over and pinned him snugly against his seat, capturing his arms as he chuckled at him. What’s more… the massage didn’t stop.

‘WHAHAHAT THE HEHECK?!’

He kept laughing at varying pitches as the pads of his toes were gently rubbed, but occasionally he would feel the flutter of nail tips right under his toes too – that got him squealing, despite his best efforts, complete with voice cracks too. His cheeks were crimson with embarrassment as he squirmed about. How could he not have seen this coming? Bim was notoriously a mischievous little shit, he should have known there was something going on!

‘Aww look at those red cheeks, is someone flustered?’

Yancy snorted, and failed in his attempt to glare at Bim as he kept trying to wriggle free. His toes were constantly scrunching as he laughed and laughed and laughed, before ending up hiding his face against Bim’s shoulder in defeat.

‘YOHOHOU’RE AHA JAHAHACKASS!’

Bim gasped in mock offense, and tickled under his chin lightly as he retorted.

‘Am not! I just wanted to see a smile on that handsome face! Don’t you feel lighter and more relaxed?’

‘NAHAHAT RIHIHIGHT NOHOHOW!’

Bim and the technician’s laughed at his exclamation as Yancy kept his face hidden, his embarrassment hitting its peak… because admittedly the tickles were wonderful. Different tickles could be wonderful in different ways, and for Yancy slow, tender tickling at his worst spot like this was a truly heavenly sort of hell. He felt so warm and giddy and happy inside as the minutes went by, each toes given lashings of attention with rubs and flutters which seemed unending! And naturally Bim couldn’t help but keep on teasing him.

‘Listen to that laugh! You look like you’re having lots of fun, I think we should make this a regular appointment for your ticklish toes.’

Yancy’s blush crept up to his ears, and he let out a loud yelp when he felt the tickles stray in-between his poor sensitive toes. He exploded with babbles as his whole body jolted, and he reached his limit.

‘AHH–ALRIGHT ALRIHIHIGHT S-STAHAHAHAP!’

Bim giggled fondly, and the technician immediately stopped as she and her colleague giggled with huge grins on their faces, and even in his breathless state Yancy could see they weren’t making fun of him; their looks were just as fond as Bim’s. He panted softly as they moved away to prepare the next treatment, and his eyes fluttered shut as he stayed resting against Bim’s shoulder. Bim rubbed his back lightly, grinning.

‘You good?’

Yancy giggled lightly, nodding as he took a few deep breaths.

‘Y-Yeheah…’

‘You’re not mad at me are you?’

Yancy snorted, shaking his head as he grinned bashfully and gave him a tired nudge.

‘Nah… I uh… I actually do feel pretty good. Been hard to find time to chill out recently, y’know…’

Bim smiled at him with understanding. Yancy had been busy, working so so hard, putting pressure on himself. It was why he’d come up with this tickly relaxation scheme in the first place, just to give him a chance to let it all go for a bit. He squeezed Yancy’s shoulder softly.

‘I know, what’s why I knew I had to bring you.’

Yancy felt warmth in his chest at the gesture, then narrowed his eyes and laughed at how smug Bim’s grin was. He poked him in the ribs as he grumbled.

‘Sneaky asshole.’

Bim chuckled, and reclined back in his seat with a wink, picking up his champagne once more.

‘Love you too jailbird. So, are you ready for a little more?’

Yancy giggled softly, and nodded bashfully as the technicians returned. When the massaging resumed, Yancy didn’t hold back his delighted giggles this time, and felt the relaxation and comfort swell through him like a warm wave. Sometimes you don’t know you need something until someone else shows you that you need it, and though it’s sometimes hard to think so, everyone deserves the relaxation and laughter the world has to offer.

WOOO I KNOW THIS ONE IS LONG-AWAITED SO I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, LEMME KNOW IF YA DO! LOVE YOUS!!

[sunflowerhae]

Serotonin

Angel - massive attack

The secretary, Britney Spears office siren, jeno in a suit (do you blame a girl cmon now) Don’t you guys know I’m utterly insane? Lmfao anyway sorry I was feeling some type of way for yearning office jeno tn I guess lol, should I make a whole smut for this or just keep being silly?? Anyway I love the secretary and I love this office siren/ceo BDSM relationship trope what can I sayyy like please imagine pouty jeno who just wants to please reader 😭 also definitely listen to angel by massive attack while reading thanks (just click link!)

Warnings: highly suggestive, office romance, switch!jeno x switch!reader kinda?, INSANE foreplay, mention of public masturbation, intense sexual yearning

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It was a game you played, the two of you. Between the boring office talk, long meetings - even longer hours - and cups of burnt coffee with stale muffins; there was that ache. That ache you only felt when his burning gaze turned towards you. When your eyes shifted away from your computer every hour or so - the repetitive glare from your screen burning through your corneas and begging for a release - slowing trailing up the length of the grey, monotoned carpet and to the edge of his desk; chills burning through your spine as his brown eyes are caught locked on your frame, already staring; already waiting.

The game was simple.

How many times could he make you uncomfortable in an eight hour work day? How many times could you hold yourself back from the shiver he forces through your body, like when he softly touches your waist in the break room, or “accidentally” spills steaming hot coffee down your top while during a routine status check? How many minutes are spent unfocused; day dreaming of the night time when you know he’ll be yours to play with? You find yourself sitting at your desk, mind off in lala land as you unknowingly rub your thighs together - biting the tip of your No. 2 pencil so intensely, one might assume a dog chewed at it. You imagine his callused hands running up your legs as he kneels in front of you in awe, worshiping you as a deity. You glare down at him in disgust, your grip on his tie strong. You don’t let him take off his suit; you like to see him dressed in his work clothes. You like to imagine forcing him to slowly take your clothes off with his teeth, feeling his hot breath down your body as he struggles to keep mental control over himself. He wants you to feel bad for him; to pity him. Really, it just makes you laugh.

“Poor puppy wants attention, doesn’t he?” To solidify your point, you pet through his messed up, yet perfectly shaped hair and watch as he ruts hits head into your palm in glee. He doesn’t say anything, choosing to instead nod as he finally finishes taking your panties off and sits nicely, waiting for further instructions. His reaction makes you scoff, shocked at his audacity.

“Cat got your tongue, puppy?” You force two long, red pedicured nails down his throat, and he immediately starts sucking at them, “well, good. You don’t need anymore attention from me, don’t you agree?” And as if using your fingers as your controller, you push his head up and down in a nodding motion, “I thought so,” and pop your fingers out of his mouth without another word. “Now, I had a long day at work, and since you’re not willing to talk, let’s put that mouth to good use, yes?” You don’t even have to ask before he’s eagerly getting up and rushing to the bed, laying down on the position he knows you like. If he thought anything about your endearing laugh, or even had the mental capacity to acknowledge it at this moment; he didn’t say anything. Before you can walk to the bed, however, you’re thrusted out of your imagination by the sound of paper slamming onto your desk.

“I need these done by tonight, y/n. I’ll stay late with you if I have to but we’re getting them done.” Jeno no longer occupied his usual space across the office from you, instead he was hovering over you, staring at you once again with that all-consuming greed in his gaze, “and don’t fuck them up like the last set. It’ll just keep us here longer.”

“Yes sir.” A small smirk played on your face as you picked the stack up and moved it closer to you. Without another word, Jeno nodded stiffly and turned around, walking back to his desk. Shortly after that, you once again felt that familiar sensation of being watched, and turned to look at him through your lashes - breath getting heavier when you see him slowly palming himself under the desk; the depraved act only noticeable to you, just like he liked.

You know how much it got Jeno off; knowing that while walking around this office you both had very specific roles to play - Him, The Boss, and you, The Lackey. The power he held in his hands controlled him; forced him to spiral every minute he looked at you, knowing that he had the ability to decide how your day was going to go, every day. It’s the reason why work was a living hell for you. It’s the reason why Jeno would pull you to the side almost every day and degrade your outfits (if the skirts were too long, or heels; too short) or work style. You despised Jeno at work; he loved it. Because he knows the more he gets you to hate him at work, the more he’ll be punished after work. Every verbal assault, every push of his body against yours like when he forces you to bend down in front of him, every glare of disgust he sends your way; it was all for fun.

And that was your game. You don’t know who started this sick and perverted routine you and your boss have somehow fallen into. Who pushed first? Who fell first? Who could push each other more? Who cared. In the end, it was all the same; it was all Serotonin.

This bitch is my icon

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Never Have I Ever (Part 4) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Civilian Contractor! Reader (Callsign: Dove)

Length: 3.9k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Female Reader with a Callsign and Family, but no Physical Description or Name; Not Necessarily Healthy Decisions/Coping Mechanisms; Slow Burn; Coworkers to Friends to Lovers; Oblivious Idiots; Excessive Pining; Jealousy; Adult Situations

Summary: Phoenix takes Dove out for a girls' day. Jake proceeds to lose his shit.

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“You’re not doing anything with Dove today?” Coyote asked Jake as they jogged their normal route. 

“No, she said that Phoenix was taking her out.” 

“What’re they doing?” 

“I don’t know. Dove didn’t say,” Jake stated, shrugging his shoulders. 

~~~~~

# 44 - Gotten a Pedicure

“So, what are we doing next?” Dove asked Phoenix.

They sat side by side at a nail salon, getting a pedicure together. And Dove, even though salons usually gave her anxiety, was enjoying herself. It helped to have Phoenix with her. 

“I thought we’d start small and work our way up,” Phoenix replied, turning to Dove. 

“Like what?”

“We’ll just have a girls day. Do stuff that you wouldn’t do if Hangman was with you,” Phoenix stated, causing Dove to nod. “Maybe stuff that you’ve wanted to do for a while, but just never got around to doing.” 

“I can think of a few things.” 

~~~~~

# 45 - Bought Fishnet Stockings

“I don’t know what I’ll wear these with,” Dove admitted as she picked out a pair of fishnet stockings from the rack. “But I’ve always wanted a pair.” 

“And that’s why we’re doing this,” Phoenix stated, steering Dove towards the cashier. 

~~~~~

# 46 - Gone Wedding Dress Shopping 

“Nat, I feel bad,” Dove whispered to Phoenix as they looked through the racks of dresses. “There’s actual brides here.” 

“So what? Just pick some dresses. You’re not hurting anyone.”

As Dove continued to browse through the dresses, a consultant approached them. She greeted them kindly and Dove tried to not sweat when she was confronted with the fact that she was not engaged and she was here with a fake engagement ring and a made up fiance. 

“So, you’re the bride to be?” the consultant asked Dove, who smiled sheepishly.

“Yes, I am.” 

“When’s your wedding?”

“Next summer,” Dove stated noncommittally. 

“Oh, so you have time. Tell me what you’re looking for.” 

Dove listed off some details that she had considered for her actual wedding dress. With those details in mind, the consultant led Dove and Phoenix around the store, picking out some dresses and asking Dove about her fake wedding. Phoenix was calm beside her but Dove was not similarly relaxed. 

“So, tell me about your groom,” the consultant stated, causing Dove to sweat some more. “Do you have any pictures of the two of you?” 

“Uh, yeah, of course, I do,” Dove laughed nervously. 

Shooting Phoenix a look, Dove pulled out her phone. The photo of her and Jake from when they were stuck up on the ferris wheel together the night before popped up first and Dove showed it to the consultant to get it over with. 

“Oh, you two are adorable together.” 

“Thank you.” 

“What’s his name?”

“Jake,” Dove answered honestly. Because it was Jake in the photo.

“And how’d you two meet?” 

“We work together.” 

“And how long have you been together for?” 

“Eight months,” Dove lied easily. 

Dove had been at her position at NAS North Island for eight months. It had been eight months since she had been assigned to the Dagger Squad. 

“I know it seems rushed, but—” Dove started to over-explain. 

“—When you know, you know,” the consultant assured Dove, smiling kindly. She lifted up the wedding dresses that they had already picked out. “I’ll go put these in a dressing room. Come back after you’ve done your last look through.” 

“Thank you.” 

The consultant walked away, leaving Dove and Phoenix alone for a moment. Dove could feel Phoenix’s gaze on her, but didn’t meet her stare. 

“Freudian slip?” Phoenix suggested to Dove. 

“Shut up.” 

~~~~~

# 47 - Gone into a Lingerie Store

“I already hate this and we’re only in the parking lot,” Dove sighed, staring up at the store.

“Why?”

“Because the women who work in these stores are the most judgmental, aggressive, and condescending salespeople on the planet,” Dove huffed, turning to Phoenix with an annoyed expression. “Why do you think I stay away from these places?”

“If they act that way, we’re going to tell them to mind their business. Now, come on.” 

Dove sighed, but got out of the car anyway. She followed Phoenix into the store and was relieved to find that it was not overrun with judgy salespeople. Then again it was midday on a weekday and there appeared to only be two salespeople in the entire store. 

“You’ll be fine,” Phoenix repeated, before dragging Dove deeper into the store.

~~~~~

Jake sat around with the other Daggers—minus Phoenix—for a lazy afternoon, floating around ideas for that night. Jake, bored with the conversation already, pulled out his phone and looked at Dove’s list for any updates. 

Pedicure . . . fishnets . . . wedding dress . . . lingerie?

Quickly setting his phone back down, Jake turned back to the conversation, trying and failing at looking casual. And to not let his mind wander too far. 

~~~~~

# 48 - Bought Lingerie

“Buy for yourself, not for anyone else. Buy something that makes you feel good.” 

“I’m just looking for something that I can actually get into at this point,” Dove replied, grimacing as she picked up another set. “I mean, what is the point of all of these ribbons? I feel like I’m going to trip and slam my head into the wall trying to get into this thing.” 

“Just find something that works for you. Don’t worry about all of this extra crap.”

Dove looked through what felt like half a store’s worth of options before she settled on a simpler set. Nothing too crazy, but the lace pattern was appealing and it was surprisingly soft. And the look of the bra alone made her feel confident about herself. 

If only she had something or someone to wear it for.

~~~~~

# 49  - Gone to an Adult Shop

“Come on, it’s no big deal,” Phoenix stated, pulling Dove into the store. “You already bought lingerie. This is just another step in that process.” 

Dove winced when she saw some of the items that were up on the wall. She turned back to Phoenix, practically clutching her metaphorical pearls.

“Where the hell is that supposed to go?” Dove glanced down at her pelvis before turning back to Phoenix with a slightly terrified expression. “I don’t have space for that! No one has space for that. Where the hell are your organs supposed to go?” 

“We’re not going for anything crazy,” Phoenix stated reassuringly. “Just trying to introduce you to some stuff to, uh, help you out a little.” 

~~~~~

# 50 - Bought an Adult Toy

“This one has plenty of different settings, so you can play around with it and see what works for you and what doesn’t,” the attendant explained, causing Dove to nod. “Everyone is different, so there’s no shame in finding what works for you.” 

“Thank you.” 

“See that wasn’t so bad,” Phoenix stated, walking with Dove after she picked up a box.  

“No, it actually wasn’t.” 

Dove was about to turn for the register when she caught sight of some handcuffs. The dainty, fluffy pink fur didn’t spark any interest in her. But when she found a more industrial pair, Dove couldn’t help but pick up a pair to inspect. She completely missed the look on Phoenix’s face at her choice. 

“Well, I guess it’s on sale,” Dove reasoned to herself. 

After a few more moments of quiet deliberation, Dove shrugged her shoulders and walked towards the counter with the handcuffs in hand. Phoenix stood there for a moment, still shocked at Dove’s choice. 

“It’s always the quiet ones.” 

After Dove paid for her items, they made their way back out to the car. Looking down at what she had already purchased that day, Dove quietly had a discussion with herself before turning back to Phoenix. 

“I have an idea. For what to do next.” 

“Of course. What is it?”

~~~~~

# 51 - Gotten a Tattoo

Phoenix pulled her phone out as Dove laid on her side, talking casually with the tattoo artist. When she saw that Jake was calling her, Phoenix excused herself from Dove’s side. Walking out to the parking lot, Phoenix answered the call.

“Yes?” 

“What the hell are you doing, Trace!?” 

“Start over, Bagman,” Phoenix warned him. 

“You’re making her get a tattoo?” Jake rephrased, though the tension was clear in his tone.

“I didn’t make her get a tattoo. This was her idea.” 

“You think that I believe you?” 

“I don’t care what you believe. It’s the truth. She said that she’s floated the idea of getting one for a while and she decided to finally do it.” 

“And you let her?” 

“She is an adult. She can make her own choices about her own body. And no one has the right to tell her that she can’t,” Phoenix warned him. “Including you, Bagman.” 

“What if she regrets it?” 

“She can get it lasered off. And we all know that Dove doesn’t do anything without going through the consequences a thousand times.” Glancing back at the tattoo parlor, Phoenix added, “And when she tells you about it—and this goes for all of you idiots—you’re going to tell her that it’s great. Got it?” 

Dove stepped out into the light as Phoenix wrapped up her phone call. Phoenix spotted her and hung up the phone without so much as a goodbye.

“How do you feel?” 

“It stings,” Dove admitted honestly, pulling her shorts down a little to show Phoenix the bandage, “but I feel . . . I don’t know how to describe it. Just . . . free.” 

“You are,” Phoenix stated, smiling proudly. “You’re in charge of your life. No one else.” 

“Yeah, I am,” Dove agreed, nodding with a wide smile. 

~~~~~

# 52 - Sang Karaoke in Front of Strangers

“And girls! They wanna have fu-un! Oh, girls just wanna have—that’s all the really wa-ah-an-ah-an-ah-ant! Some fu-uh-uh-uh-un! When the working day is done, oh girls, they wanna have fun!” 

Phoenix and Dove shared a laugh as the song finished up. The bar where they were standing was pretty much empty, but the one bartender on duty clapped for them. Dove laughed and waved to them as she hopped off the small stage.

~~~~~

# 53 - Sunbathed Topless

“I need to get softer beach towels,” Dove commented, causing Phoenix to pick her head up and look over at her. 

“Are you planning on doing this more often?” 

The two of them were out in Penny’s backyard to sunbathe in the afternoon. Dove shrugged her shoulders as she laid on her stomach, calm and relaxed. 

“Maybe. If I find safe spots to do it.” 

~~~~~

# 54 - Dyed Your Hair

Putting a trash bag over Dove’s torso just in case, Phoenix started lightly spraying the dye onto her hair. Dove closed her eyes and just let Phoenix work, and missed Phoenix’s concerned look as she finished up the spray. 

“Alright, how does that look? I think I’ll open the window.” 

Dove stood up from the tub and walked over to the mirror to stare at her new reflection and instantly grimaced. The red hair color was fairly bright. It wasn’t quite a fire engine red, nor was it orange, it was some other odd reddish color that Dove was going to immediately wash out of her hair. 

“Well, that’s off the list. Forever.” 

~~~~~

# 55 - Drank Pickle Juice

“Do you normally do this?” Dove asked Phoenix, sitting at her kitchen table with an old towel wrapped around her freshly washed hair. 

The spray on hair dye had come out easily, but she was going to have to scrub her shower later. Phoenix placed a glass in front of her and Dove picked it up to inspect it. Taking a small sip, Dove wrinkled her nose and slowly set it back down. 

“I think I’ve had enough of the food challenges,” Dove admitted, slowly opening her eyes. 

“You’ll have to tell everyone else that. They want to go to a new bar tonight,” Phoenix stated, showing Dove her texts with Bob. 

“A cowboy bar?” Dove read, looking up at Phoenix. “They finally let Jake have his way?” 

“Apparently.” 

~~~~~

# 56 - Ridden a Mechanical Bull

Jake and Coyote walked into the cowboy bar together and started their search for the other Daggers, who had all apparently arrived before them. 

“Found ‘em,” Coyote stated, nudging Jake in the side. 

Jake turned his head and recognized the woman climbing up on the back of the mechanical bull. And even if he didn’t, the fact that Phoenix, Bob, and Rooster were standing around the area and cheering her on would have cleared it up.

Dove focused on the task at hand, locking her legs around the bull and prepared to move her body in time with the bull. Jake and Javy made their way over to the area as the mechanical bull started to move. 

“Yeah, Dove!” Phoenix cheered for her.

“She can really move her hips well,” Rooster commented, staring down Jake as he spoke. “Don’t you agree, Hangman?” 

Jake glared straight into Bradley’s soul before turning back to Dove. She managed to hold on for longer than anyone expected, but with a quiet giggle, Dove dropped onto the mat. Rolling onto her knees, Dove crawled to get off the mat. 

Jake offered her a hand and she took it without hesitation. Hopping down from the mat, she moved to pull her boots on again as Bob climbed up onto the mat to go next. Dove stood up slowly, offering him a smile that seemed to make time slow around them.

“Long time no see,” Dove stated teasingly. “Did you miss me?” 

“Well, my day was a lot less entertaining without you in it,” Jake commented, causing Dove to raise an eyebrow. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You make life . . . interesting,” Jake replied, missing the side eye that Coyote and Rooster shared behind him. 

“Interesting?” Dove repeated, causing Jake to wince. Laughing, she nudged him again. “I’m just teasing, Jake. Lighten up. Relax. Have a drink.” 

She walked past him, practically serene, and over to where Phoenix was standing, cheering on Bob, who was still hanging on. Coyote wrapped an arm around Jake’s shoulder and Jake promptly ignored his shit-eating grin.

“You know, of all the words you could have used to describe her, you chose ‘interesting’?” 

“Shut up, Javy.” 

“To think I took advice from you. No wonder I don’t have a girlfriend.” 

~~~~~

# 57 - Given a Fake Name

Dove stood at the bar with Phoenix, waiting to order another drink. The other Daggers were waiting at their table, which they could see from the bar. Folding her arms on the bar, Dove glanced to her right as a man took the spot next to her.

“Have you been waiting a while?” he asked, causing Dove and Phoenix to turn to him. 

“Yeah, but they’re clearly understaffed, so we don’t mind,” Dove returned politely. 

“Have you been here before?” the man continued. 

“No, it was recommended by one of our friends,” Dove explained calmly. She shared a look with Phoenix, who subtly shrugged her shoulders. 

“And what do you think about it so far?” 

“The mechanical bull is a unique touch.”  

“Have you been on it yet?” the man asked, leaning on the bar with a smile. 

“Yeah, earlier.” 

“How’d you do?” 

“I think they said nine seconds.” 

“That’s amazing for your first time up on one.” 

“Thank you.” 

“I’m Jared,” he introduced, offering his hand for her to shake. 

Dove quickly came up with a fake name and introduced herself back to him. Shaking his hand in return, she turned back to the bartender. She and Phoenix shared a side glance before Jared asked her another question. 

~~~~~

# 58 - Been Bought a Drink

Jake glared at the back of Jared’s head, watching the interaction between Dove and the stranger intently. It was a bar and Jared was a random man who walked up to Dove and Phoenix. Jake had every right to be concerned, he reasoned to himself. 

“I’m going up there,” Jake stated gruffly.

“Did he do something?” Payback asked, turning around to look at the bar. 

“He’s loitering.” 

“It looks like they’re just talking. Dove doesn’t even look anxious.” 

“No, he’s bad news,” Jake insisted. 

“Because he’s doing something wrong or because he’s flirting with Dove?” Coyote questioned, turning to his best friend. “Would you react the same way if he was showing more of an interest in Phoenix?” 

“I’m going up there,” Jake insisted, ignoring Javy’s question. 

Meanwhile, at the bar, Dove and Jared had finally waved over the bartender. Dove ordered her drink, but before she could hand over her card, Jared offered to put it on his tab. And even though Dove insisted that she could pay for her own drinks, Jared insisted. 

“My treat. And besides, it’s your first time here. I have to make sure that you have a good time, so you’ll come back again.” 

“Thank you,” Dove replied quietly, quickly moving into unfamiliar territory. 

While they waited for their drinks to be made, Jared continued to ask Dove perfectly normal surface level questions. Dove was analytical by nature and Jared didn’t seem to ask her anything that was a blatant red flag. But she was still cautious. The bartender handed over their drinks before Dove turned back to Jared. 

“Thank you for the drink, but we really should get back to our friends,” Dove stated politely, offering Jared a small smile. 

“Before you go,” Jared stated, causing Dove to pause, “do you think that I could get your number? Or maybe, at least, a dance?”

“Um,” Dove began, trying to find the right words. 

“She has a boyfriend,” Phoenix interjected, causing Jared’s face to fall. 

“Oh.” 

“Sorry, I was trying to tell you before you bought the drink,” Dove replied, half-lying, half-telling the truth. She did tell him that she wanted to pay for her own drink. 

“Do you guys need help?” Jake asked, appearing from the crowd. 

Phoenix rolled her eyes at the subtle territorial display—or not so subtle, depending on who you asked—that Jake put on. Jared, quickly assessing the fact that Jake was built enough to kick his ass if he really wanted to—and Jake looked like he wanted to—slipped away, leaving Dove and Phoenix at the bar with Jake. 

“Are you alright?” Jake asked Dove, who nodded in return.

“Yeah, he seemed harmless. We’re fine.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“I’m fine, Jake.” 

“I’ll take a tequila shot,” Phoenix told the bartender, who nodded and moved to pour one for her. 

~~~~~

# 59 - Danced with Someone at a Bar

“I love this song!” Phoenix yelled, getting to her feet. 

The Dagger Squad had settled around their table, enjoying their drinks and catching up, but Phoenix was itching to move. Phoenix reached over and grabbed Bob’s arm, practically pulling him straight out of his seat. 

“Let’s go dance!”

Jake watched Phoenix drag Bob off her before turning to look at Dove, who was already staring back at him. Turning so that his whole body was facing her, Jake leaned in closer to her so that he didn’t need to scream over the music.

“Do you want to dance too?” 

“Do you want me to make your night more interesting?” Dove quipped back, though she looked unsure of herself. “You know that I have two left feet, Jake.” 

“I’ll lead.” 

“If I fall on my face—” 

“—I won’t let you fall,” Jake promised, causing Dove to pause as her cheeks warmed.

“Alright.” 

Jake and Dove left the Dagger table and walked out onto the crowded dance floor. Dove reached out and kept a tight hold on Jake’s hand, worried about losing him in the swarm. Jake managed to find a space for them before turning back to Dove. She released his hand and smiled anxiously.

“Just follow me,” Jake called over the music. 

Dove nodded and just sort of swayed to the music. The crowd shifted around them and pushed them closer together. Jake put his hands on Dove’s waist to keep her steady on her feet. And Dove, either subconsciously or consciously leaned against him too, letting Jake wrap an arm around her. 

They swayed together to the music as Jake reached for Dove’s hand. Twirling her around gently, Jake wasn’t aware that he was giving her the most genuinely joyful smile and that his eyes never once deviated from her. 

From the way that her nose crinkled as she laughed to the soft look in her eye as she turned back around, he was entirely and completely captivated by her. 

Dove spun around again and laughed as she leaned against Jake, still a bit clumsy. Jake wrapped an arm around her waist, not just to steady her this time. But to unabashedly keep her close to him. And Dove didn’t push away from him.

From across the room, Coyote, Rooster, and Payback sat together, all quietly watching the interaction between Jake and Dove. Coyote appeared tired, not from the night or the alcohol. But from watching Hangman and Dove continue to tiptoe around each other. 

“Have we tried just pushing their heads together yet?” Payback asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“I’m really considering it,” Coyote replied, shaking his head.

“I can flirt with Dove some more,” Rooster offered, causing Payback and Coyote to turn to him. 

“I’m honestly worried he’ll rip your head off at this point,” Coyote stated, turning to Rooster. “He turns almost feral.” 

“I know. But I’m really enjoying pissing him off.”

~~~~~

# 60 - Shown Someone Else Your Tattoo

Standing outside the bar beside Jake’s truck, Dove turned around. She had to unbutton her jean shorts to do it, but she pulled the waistband of her shorts and her underwear down a little to show Jake her tattoo. She had placed a protective clear patch over it for her shower and just decided to wear it to the bar as well. 

“It’s not very large, but I’ve wanted it for a while,” she explained, causing Jake to nod. 

“What made you pick that one?” 

“I was always drawing stars when I was anxious when I was in college,” Dove admitted, glancing back at her tattoo. “And this was just a group of them.”  

“It looks good,” Jake complimented Dove, causing her to smile. 

“Thank you. I’m really glad that I got it, actually.” 

“It suits you.” 

Pulling her shorts up and buttoning them once again, Dove turned around to face Jake. She leaned back against his truck, folding her hands behind her back.

“Are you excited for the team trip?” 

“I guess.” 

“You’re the one who voted for the lake house,” Dove reminded him.

“I just didn’t want to go to Vegas.” Shifting his weight on his feet, Jake met Dove’s gaze once again. “But I was thinking . . .” 

“Yeah?” Dove asked softly.

“Did you want to leave maybe two days before everyone else? There’s a few more things I think that we can knock off the list if we do.” 

“Just the two of us?” 

“I mean . . . yeah.” 

“I’m just teasing you, Jake,” Dove mused, pushing off of his truck. “Just tell me when I need to be ready to leave, and I’ll be ready.” Offering him a soft smile and letting her touch on his arm linger, Dove added, “Goodnight, Jake.” 

“Night, Dove.” 

Jake turned and watched Dove walk over to her car. He stood there until Dove got into her car and drove home, trying to keep his mind focused. But that was becoming more and more difficult around Dove these days.

[mooodyblue]

hello Angel! I’m not sure if you remember me or not but I used to be Prayerstopresley on here a good while ago!! : D I was wondering if you could write a cutesy little one shot with BDE and a pregnant reader who is struggling to paint her toenails so he decides to do it for her? I just thought it would be a cute idea!! Thank you!!

wc: 804

pairing: pregnant!reader x 70s!elvis

warnings: none

a/n: oh my goodness i do absolutely remember you!!! i always wondered where you had went!! happy to see you back omg!!!!!! this was such a cute lil request, thank you! <3

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elvis was incredibly protective of you while you were pregnant. the moment you came back from the doctor and told him about that little baby in your belly he swore to you he’d never let a single person put a hand on you. no going out, no going to his shows, you were to stay inside of graceland until that child was born. 

oh, but you begged and begged and begged. he took you out occasionally—he had someone drive you to your appointments. 

he finished up another long run at the international which called for a couple of weeks in hawaii. you were 28 weeks, truly feeling the real aches and annoyances of being pregnant. elvis thought you were the cutest little thing ever. he gave your bump gentle kisses every day that he was home, sometimes sang or pressed his ear against it. but now he had a bit of a break, finally getting some time with just you and his unborn child. 

you had to buy new clothes for the trip—nothing was fitting you at this point. elvis was more than happy to buy you a whole new wardrobe, which you thought was a bit excessive, but you could never stop elvis from doing anything no matter how much you tried. 

you were packed, ready to leave the next day. however, you were in desperate need of a pedicure. the fingernails were already done, looking pretty as ever. toenails? horrendous. you couldn't even see them. did you even have toes anymore? so, you decided to take matters into your own hand and work on them yourself. 

an array of nail products sat on your vanity. it was too dangerous to attempt on the bed or downstairs, the last thing you wanted to do was get red nail polish on the white carpet.

a sigh left your lips as you propped your foot against the vanity with a grunt, opening the tiny bottle of red nail polish. you tapped off the access liquid and reached forward, trying to reach one of your toes—failing miserably. you grumbled under your breath, trying to do it again. “new position.” you mumbled, standing up instead and propping your foot on the chair. you bent down the best you could….but it just wasn’t working.

position after position, nothing worked and you wanted to give up. a bundle of frustration finally hit you. you sat on the edge of the bed, sniffling and wiping your eyes with the back of your hand as you looked at the unpainted toes. you felt so disgusted with yourself.

“baby, i was thinkin—” elvis spoke, wandering into the bedroom. the teary eyes and sad look on your face stopped his thoughts, looking at you worriedly. “what’s goin’ on? is it the baby? did something happen?” he asked, furrowing his brows.

you shook your head, gesturing to your feet. “‘m too big.” you mumbled again, “can’t paint my toes.” 

then, elvis laughed. 

you frowned at him, feeling more tears begin to pool once again. elvis got himself together and shook his head, “baby…baby, i’m sorry. it–it ain’t funny, i know.” he said, walking over to you and getting on his knees. he placed a hand on one of your knees, “i know you’re hurtin’. you’re doin’ one hell of a job, mama. lemme do it.”

“you’ve never painted nails before.” you sniffled, “just leave ‘em be.”

“nuh-uh.” he picked up the bottle of nail polish and scootched himself to your feet. “if we’re havin’ ourselves a baby girl, i gotta learn one day, don’t i?” he asked with a grin.

that sentence alone made you chuckle, feeling your mood begin to brighten up. “please don’t mess ‘em up.” you begged.

he chuckled and propped a foot up against his knee, getting to work. “c’mon, satnin. have some faith in ol’ elvis, would ya?” 

occasionally he’d rub at your ankles or calves if you got a cramp from being in the same position for too long. they chatted about names and all baby things as he painted her toenails, making sure to be extra careful not to get any polish on the sides. you loved how his brows furrowed when he was super focused on the task at hand.

once he finished up, he looked proudly at your toes with a grin. “look at those lil’ sooties.” he said, “tell me i did a good job, honey. don’t they look nice?”

you sat up a bit to get a look at them from the angle you were in, taken back by how good of a job he did. “wow.’ you admired them a bit more, nodding approvingly. “might have to ask for your help more often.”

he smiled and leaned forward to peck at your bump and at your lips, “anything for my babies.”

[pinkydee10]

Eclipse: Can I out hoop Moon? You bet I can!

Moon: Bet? Fine. Play me!

Eclipse: Tuesday!

Sun: Wait, not Tuesday! I’m getting a pedicures with Dazzle that day and I wanna watch! Wednesday.

Moon: No, not Wednesday, I got ice cream. Thursday.

Eclipse: Nuh uh, I got steaks to eat. Friday.

Lunar: Can’t. I’m having dinner with Earth and Monty.

Eclipse: Wait, Earth’s cooking? Screw that, I’m coming too.

Moon: Same! Let’s just relax and have dinner together.

Eclipse: Fine, but we’re going head to head next week!

[thecapricunt1616]

Daddy!Carmy holding shit down

I’m stupid and riddled with anxiety reposting SORRY

It was a sticky Chicago summer day. Like, your thighs stuck to the breakfast bench when you got up to help your daughter pour her own orange juice so the entire half gallon didn’t end up on the floor.

You had gone out to the store on your own, because wrangling a 6 and 3 year old and your husband into the car and dragging them through the grocery store for your weekly shopping wasn’t in the cards for today, your patience was already wearing thin.

It wasn’t anything anyone did, it’s just you were a bit…overstimulated. Your younger daughter was about to turn three, and was still breastfeeding and would be until she didn’t want to anymore. It was something you and Carmy had spoken about, his distant family in Italy had told his mom when Mikey was born, that it was best to breastfeed your baby until at least 3 years old, and past then to stop when they no longer ask.

Your first daughter had stopped asking when she was 4 and a half, right before preschool. At that time it had broken your heart. Because the last time she did it, you didn’t know would be her last. So the next day, when you got her up and asked if she wanted to feed and she shook her head- Carmy had to take at least 20 minutes of her nap time that morning to back you off the ledge of a panic attack that she was ‘growing up too fast’ your second daughter though, she was much needier.

You knew she was going to be more of a challenge when Carmy had started her on the same purées you had done for Harlow, your first - and anything that wasn’t sweet and creamy she spit out and cried, giving you the sign for all done alternating between the sign for mommy milk with her little hands and pitching an absolute fit until you gave her what she wanted.

She was near three now, which meant the feeding sessions were at least 30 minutes for her to feel full enough to go back to playing. Newborn tummy’s were the size of a grape, so back then most of the suckling was pacifying and not eating. But she was still getting a lot - scratch that ; most - of her nutrition from you, so you were exhausted all the time. Carmy did the best he could, making sure he cleaned the pump parts for you any time they were used, and also the many, many bottles she had per day.

You had asked sugar - she had told you it was normal. Funny enough, her first and second babies were the same. Her son had said no to the boob by 4, and her second was barely off breastfeeding and onto real food by the time she was 4. Carmy was frankly getting sick of this too. It had been literal years without playing with your nipples, your tits we’re essentially off limits. Because one cry from the monitor- you were fuckin leaking like a broken sink.

You felt nothing short of a milk factory, and were tired of it. So, you decided to take the day to yourself. First, you went and got your nails done, and a pedicure. As you were waiting with your feet in the deliciously hot water, you looked at the board of all the different services to see a mommy & me manicure, you told yourself you’d have to take the girls here for a day out with mommy before resting your head back on the plush, luxurious massage chair and sighing happily to yourself at the relief it was bringing to your back

You paid with the credit card Carmy had given you when you had barely started dating, the thing had been active for 16 years now, so it’s limit you didn’t even have to worry about even if you were buying a house. That was one of the things you loved about Carmy, immaculate credit. You got what you want, when you wanted it- no questions asked. This had started the second you got pregnant with your first.

You had asked why, and he explained it to you in a way that had your already horny 28 year old self pinning him down and riding him until your ass was bruised by his thighs.

‘Well, thas’ just how my family does shit. Y’my girl, you get what you want. Y’givin me my legacy, y’givin me something I couldn’t possibly ever make f’myself, you’re my priority, your needs, wants- you should want f’nothin, princess. I’m the father of this baby, neither of you will ever want, hear me?’

That was to this day some of the best sex you’d ever had. The idea that you were fully his, and he was fully yours, it awoken something in you you didn’t even know existed.

When you got to the spa for your scheduled massage, your phone buzzed against your thigh. You took it out, smiling when you read the message

Glad mommy listened to me, you deserve this babygirl. How was the pedicure?

Find my friends stayed on for both of you. It has been that way since you didn’t even know when - so of course he knew where you snuck off to.

Amazing, missin my big sexy daddy though. How are my crazy coconuts?

You had sent back, getting up when the sweet brunette woman had come to collect you for your appointment.

Said appointment was magical.

You left that damn spa feeling like a new woman. You didn’t know your hips could feel like this again after having little Bea.

After Harlow, you truly understood what moms meant when they said their hips ache - but after Bea?! When you were pregnant with her, Carmy had to take off of work a week early in your 41st week of pregnancy (since the both of you didn’t agree with induction), and carry you to and from the toilet every half hour since said hips ached so bad and you were on full bed rest, meaning if he didn’t carry you- you’d be using the bedpan they had given, and you would die before you had your husband dumping your pee for you.

You checked your phone to see the cheeky response

Mommy’s crazy coconuts are in bed for their nap, I’m thinkin about mommy’s sexy coconuts though 🥥- when will you be back?

You smiled to yourself, a heat brushing your cheeks at the idea of him fantasizing about you after putting the girls down and cleaning up the kitchen. You quickly type

Off to BJ’s, got my list but anything not on it we need? Should only be about an hour

Halfway through your shopping expedition, your hip felt another vibration. You pulled off to the side of the isle, reading his response.

I could use one of those 😉. I think that’s the only thing I need now that I think of it... Maybe Bea will want more strawberry puffs, but Nat said she needs to be done with them by her b-day - it’s gonna be hard because she’s addicted to those fuckin things. Remember when Harly girl gagged when we first tried em with her?

You giggle to yourself at the memory, shaking your head. Harlow, strangely had been a vegetable baby. The only sweet thing she could stand was your milk, other than that - she was a savory gal. She loved peas, you guessed you could call those sweet. But any other sugary fruit or food made her cry or vomit. The moment she was allowed spices - that was when she became daddy’s taste tester.

Carmy always joked that she was the most raw, honest taster he could get. But you told him that it was just because he could read his daughter better than anyone in the world, better than you sometimes. A tiny little scrunch of her year old nose, and it would have him cooing

“Right? Daddy needs to add s’more star anise, huh Princess? Thank you f’tellin me” - with the sweetest smooch to her head.

But Bea? Bea was his sweet tooth little girl. The only thing that impressed her was when he whipped out his pastry chef training, otherwise - if he put something savory on her lips she’d go so far as to spit up on one of his beloved white shirts at the ripe age of 2. When she shouldn’t be spitting up anymore, she had a flare for dramatics just like her daddy.

‘Harlow may as well have a blood sugar of 0. Already got a 6

Pack of puff-snack-crack, does daddy need more of his special coffee? Near Cafe Umbria’

You continue pushing the cart, pulling in the girls favorite snacks, and ingredients Carmy had been putting on the weekly list for years.

When you got home, you heard screaming from the backyard, as well as the kind of giggles and laughs from your daughters that made your heart flutter. You hauled the reusable bags you and Carmy had been collecting for years onto the counter, following the sounds of squeaky giggles

The view you were entranced in was nothing short of a rom-com reel. Your girls were squealing and giggling as they jumped and pounced on their netted trampoline, Carmy spraying them with the garden hose as they hopped around, chasing eachother in their bathing suits. You giggled to yourself, seeing the teal blue Huggies splasher diaper peaking beneath your youngers frilly toddler tankini.

“Who can jump higher, huh? Les’ see” he dropped the hose, resting his hands on his muscular hips “bet Eva could jump highest” he challenged. That was one thing he instilled in his girls - competitiveness.

“No! No me!!! Me - daddy I can jump highest!l harlow squawks, bouncing over “daddy! Daddy watch me!! Watch, l bet i could jump way better then Eva” she was hurling her knees with every jump, giggling and panting. Carm laid underneath the tramp, spraying up water at little Bea to which she giggled wildly, trying to grab it with her chubby fingers.

This was the life you could have not dreamed of, this was a life only a man as loving, and as dedicated as Carmen Anthony Berzatto could provide. You couldn’t be more over the moon he was the father of your beautiful girls, and you could hardly wait for him to give you more.

The water splayed back on to him, causing him to chuckle and full on cackle about the water that was raining back on his face after his girls either danced in it or spit it out. It was a beautiful sight that you stood there and observed in awe, giggling as your older daughter laid and opened her mouth, collecting a full mouth of hose water before leaning over the edge of the trampoline and spewing it all over her dad.

He laughed in a way you didn’t know he did anymore, dropping the hose and using the metal of the trampoline to haul himself up.

‘Y’dead-“ he said and she squealed, jumping onto the concrete and b-lining it for your legs on bare feet, her bathing suit soaking hose water into your bare Jean short clad legs

“Mommy! Save me! Daddy’s gonna get me!!!” She pleaded, looking up at you with those blue puppy eyes - before puffing her lower lip out in the way you did to make Carmy comply - she learned a little too quick- and it worked on you too.

“Oh princess” you picked her up and kissed all over her face like you’d been gone a million years. “My poor teddybear - whas’ wrong, y’daddy bein mean? Huh Little Bear?” You coo, picking up Bea as well and kissing her curly strawberry blonde head.

“Who’s a hungry little princess? Mm? Harly go tell daddy sissy needs T’eat, and there’s groceries hm?” You told her and she nodded, running to find her dad as you cradled your tiny princess.

“Y’ hungry, mm? And y’all wet- mommy needs to get you dried up ‘fore you eat, little angel” he mused, gently placing her on her changing table and putting her in a fresh, dry diaper before setting her on the floor to toddle around after carrying her to your bedroom where you were napping.

You settled on a comfy silk nursing gown Carmy had gotten you a while ago, setting up the newest episode of law and order before beckoning Bea over and coddling her into your chest as she ate, absentmindedly but graciously sipping at your savored once a week glass of white wine that was only 3% alcohol, the glass your doctor (and Beas Pediatrician) said was a-ok after you had taken Bea for her 18 month appointment, they had said as long as you weren’t feeding her after directly having something more then 5% alcohol, it was okay.

And your 3% wine every Friday has become your lifeline after becoming a breastfeeding machine.

Bea huffed her sweet breath after about 22 minutes into the silky flesh of your breast, essentially using your nipple as a pacifier after she’d fallen asleep, the sweetest hums leaving her throat.

“She ready?” Carmy asked with the silky sweetness that made you melt.

“Haven’t even taken her off- wanna try, daddy?” You mused. He came over, carefully thumbing over her thick brunette hair, wanting to boop her large and in charge undoubtedly berzatto nose- but he stopped himself.

“Look at that pretty princess mm? Latching so well” he stroked her cheek and at the motion, she continued suckling and gulping down your milk like she thought he may take it away from her since she knew your nipples were no longer simply her pacifiers, and got pissy when carm would pull her off and try his best to explain mommy’s boobs weren’t just for milkies, and that mommy needed her boobies to herself sometimes.

The girls didn’t take that so well.

“S’okay, relax, princess, y’momma isn’t goin’ anywhere - I know- mm she’s givin y’the good stuff, huh, mommy’s milk is so good, yea?” He mused, cradling Bea In his lap as he kissed her head, rocking her back and forth trying to get her to relax as you B-lined around the room trying to pack your suitcase.

It wasn’t that you wanted to go, if you could stay with your girls, if you could give Bea what she was needing right now from her mom- you would. You would never deny your girls the closeness they deserved, but your job was calling you out.

“Shhh- shhh princess- daddy will give you milkies, mm? Daddy can give it, mommy left plenty of milkies for you” you assured Bea as she sobbed into your chest, nearly choking on her cries.

“No- no- w-want mommy- wan’mommy” she sobbed, barely able to breathe through her pleads in a way that made your chest clench so hard you couldn’t not fix it.

“Ok - okay- shhhh. Shhhhh little love. Wan’mommys milkies, hmm? C’mere angel” you tug your baby with you to sit on your lap, cradling her and tugging off your top. She immediately found what she wanted, sighing sweetly and clutching at your other breast for support.

Carm wasn’t long behind, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead.

“Shoulda warned you, she’s been cryin’ bout missin’ you an’ bein’ hungry since this mornin”

[babydollmarauders]

BF DAY — JOHN MARINO

part of the maraschino cherry!au

y/nmercer

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y/nmercer happy national boyfriend’s day to my Johnny ♥️

it took us a while to get together, but i’m so happy to be able to call you my abnormally tall boyfriend.

thank you for buying me romance books and flowers, for cuddling with me for at least an hour everyday, and indulging me in my hopeless romanticism. i could never have imagined that following my brother to New Jersey would’ve brought me you, but i’m so glad that it did.

i love the way you look at me, and the fact that you encourage my odd flirting. i love how smart you are and how much you strive to make me smile. i love that you let me listen to your heartbeat when i’m sad, and that you hold my hand no matter where we are or what we’re doing. but most of all, i love you and everything that makes you, you.

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dawson1417 @/john.marino97 hey, watch your hand placement, eh?

y/nmercer shut up, bubba! you can’t scare this one off!

john.marino97 yeah, bubba! you can’t scare me off!

john.marino97 i love you more than you’ll ever know, shortcake 🤍

y/nmercer i love you the most, maraschino 🫶🏻

jackhughes put the dogs away, y/n

y/nmercer i’m gonna shove my dogs in your face. they’re definitely prettier than yours

jackhughes you get pedicures regularly while i shove mine into skates every day

y/nmercer and who’s fault is that? not mine!

user73 i can’t believe we ever thought they hated each other 🥹

naterbastian they did!

user29 AWWW WE LOVE ENEMIES TO LOVERS

tysmith_6 how did this happen? you’re fraternizing with the enemy, y/n!

y/nmercer I’M SORRY TY! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HATE THE ENEMY WHEN HE’S SO CUTE?!

tysmith_6 you are weak

y/nmercer i know 😔

nicohischier i can’t believe you convinced me to let you stand off to the side on his interviews

y/nmercer i’m very persuasive 😊

nicohischier you bribed me with pancakes

y/nmercer pancakes made with LOVE

user16 I’M SO JEALOUS— it’s fine, i’m fine

user72 i still can’t believe dawson’s sister is dating his teammate— i’m obsessed with them

[prettygirl-gabi]

Mani Pedi....Matching sets

Rating: Mature

Warning: none

Category: F/M

Fandom: Sturniolo Triplets

Relationships: Matt Sturniolo x f reader

Summary: taking Matt to get his first mani pedi.... and matching sets too.... what could go wrong

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It was one of those lazy afternoons where Matt and I had nothing planned. The sun was shining, and we were lounging on the couch, scrolling through TikTok and watching random videos. That’s when it hit me.

“Babe, you’ve never gotten a manicure or pedicure before, have you?” I asked, glancing over at him. He was mid-scroll on his phone, but he looked up at me, brow furrowing.

“No, why would I?” Matt said, half-laughing. “That’s not really my thing.”

“Not yet, but it could be,” I replied with a grin, sitting up and nudging his side. “Come on, we’re going to the nail salon. You’re getting the full treatment today, and were getting matching sets.”

He looked at me, wide-eyed, as if I’d suggested we skydive or something equally wild. “Wait, are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” I said, getting up and grabbing my shoes. “We haven’t filmed anything for the couples channel in a minute, and this will be hilarious. Our followers will love it.”

“Yeah, because they’ll love watching you *torture* me,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Do I have a choice here?”

I raised an eyebrow, putting on my most convincing smile. “Nope. But I promise you’ll enjoy it more than you think.”

Matt sighed dramatically, but I could see the small smile tugging at his lips. “Fine. But if I end up with sparkly nails, you’re going to owe me big time.”

“No promises,” I said with a laugh, grabbing my phone and setting it up on the tripod for the vlog. “Now, let’s do this.”

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The nail salon was buzzing with activity when we walked in. The scent of polish and acetone hung in the air, but it was familiar and oddly calming. I loved coming here—getting my nails done always felt like a mini self-care retreat.

Matt, on the other hand, looked like he was walking into a battlefield. His eyes darted around, taking in the bright neon colors and rows of nail polishes displayed on the walls.

“Hey, guys!” I said to the camera, holding it up as we walked in. “So, today’s vlog is a little special. I finally convinced Matt to get a manicure and pedicure with me!”

Matt gave a mock glare to the camera. “Yeah, *convinced* is a strong word. More like she bribed me with the promise of Bruxie afterward.”

I laughed, zooming in on his face. “You love me, though.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this over with,” he mumbled, though there was a playful smile on his lips.

We were greeted by the nail techs, and I quickly explained what we were there for. They were more than happy to help and seemed amused that Matt was about to get his first ever nail treatment. They led us over to the pedicure chairs, and I could already see Matt sizing them up, probably trying to figure out how to escape.

“This is where the magic happens, babe,” I teased, settling into my chair. “Just sit back, relax, and let them work their magic.”

Matt gave me a skeptical look as he sat down. “This chair is huge. Is this thing supposed to be comfortable?”

“You’ll love it once the massage function kicks in,” I promised, wiggling my toes in excitement as the warm water filled the foot bath.

He leaned back cautiously, and I reached over to the camera to make sure it was still recording. “Alright, guys, we’re in the pedicure chairs now, and Matt is about to experience pure relaxation for the first time. How do you feel?”

“Like I’m about to get my feet attacked,” he deadpanned.

I laughed, giving the camera a wink. “He’s being dramatic, as usual.”

The nail techs came over and started setting up. I could tell Matt was nervous, especially when they rolled up his pants and dipped his feet into the water. He jumped a little at the sensation.

“Relax,” I whispered, holding back a giggle. “It’s just water.”

“I know it’s water, but it’s weird. My feet aren’t used to all this attention,” he muttered, but I could see him trying to get comfortable.

A few minutes in, though, as the nail tech started working on his feet, I noticed the tension leave his body. The chair’s massage function kicked in, and Matt leaned back, his eyes half-closed.

I nudged him, laughing softly. “See? Told you it’d feel good.”

Matt opened one eye, looking over at me. “I hate to admit it, but this… isn’t bad.”

I grinned, holding up the camera to capture the moment. “You heard it here first, folks. Matt Sturniolo actually likes getting a pedicure.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he joked, but I could see the smile tugging at his lips.

The funniest part was when the nail tech started scrubbing the bottom of his feet with the pumice stone. Matt nearly shot out of the chair, his whole body jerking in surprise.

“Oh my God! What is that?!” he exclaimed, laughing but clearly not expecting the ticklish sensation.

I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. “That’s the exfoliation! It’s good for you, just sit still!”

“This is torture,” he muttered, but even he was cracking up, trying to hold it together for the camera.

By the time the pedicure was done, Matt looked way more relaxed than when we walked in. I could tell he was lowkey enjoying it, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Next up was the manicure.

“Alright, now for the nails,” I said, turning the camera toward him as we moved to the manicure station. “What color are you thinking, babe? Maybe a nice pink?”

Matt gave me a mock glare. “No way. I’m going with clear. Keep it simple.”

“Boring,” I teased, but I pulled out my phone showing you, the nail tech and the camera the sets i chose. “more like match sets and i've picked em out baby.”

The nail tech started working on his hands, trimming and shaping his nails. I could tell Matt was fascinated by the process, even if he was trying to play it cool.

“So, what do you think? Would you do this again?” I asked, zooming in on his expression.

Matt smirked, glancing at the camera. “I mean, maybe. It’s not as bad as I thought. But I’m not making this a regular thing.”

I laughed, knowing he’d probably end up coming back with me at some point. “We’ll see. I’m converting you slowly.”

The vlog ended with us walking out of the salon, Matt holding up his freshly manicured hands for the camera. “Alright, guys, that’s it for today’s vlog. I survived my first mani-pedi. What did you think?”

He grinned, flashing his hands. “Honestly? It wasn’t bad. I might even feel a little fancy now.”

I laughed, wrapping my arm around his waist. “That’s the spirit. Thanks for watching, guys! Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe if you want more vlogs of me dragging Matt to do things he swears he’ll never do.”

Matt rolled his eyes playfully at the camera. “Yeah, definitely subscribe. Who knows what she’ll make me do next?”

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