#Classic full set lashes

[styledspa]

Achieve Radiant Skin and Healthy Hair: A Guide to iSOV Skin Care, Hair Repair Treatments, and Classic Full Set Lashes

Introduction

Taking care of your skin and hair is not just about looking good; it's about feeling good too. In this article, we'll delve into some fantastic products and treatments that can help you achieve just that. Whether you're curious about iSOV skin care, the best professional hair repair treatments, classic full set lashes, or the iSOV Complex Calming Serum, we've got you covered. Let's dive in!

Understanding iSOV Skin Care

What is iSOV?

iSOV is a renowned brand in the skincare industry, known for its innovative and effective products. It focuses on delivering high-quality skincare solutions that cater to various skin types and concerns.

Key Benefits of iSOV Skin Care Products

iSOV products are designed to:

Hydrate and Nourish: Packed with essential nutrients, these products ensure your skin stays hydrated and well-nourished.

Repair and Protect: iSOV skincare helps in repairing damaged skin and protecting it from environmental aggressors.

Enhance Skin Texture: Regular use leads to smoother, more radiant skin.

Popular iSOV Skin Care Products

Some of the standout products from iSOV include:

iSOV Complex Calming Serum: Known for its calming and soothing properties.

iSOV Hydrating Moisturizer: Perfect for keeping your skin moisturized all day long.

iSOV Brightening Cream: Helps in achieving a brighter, more even complexion.

Best Professional Hair Repair Treatment

Importance of Hair Repair

Healthy hair is a sign of overall well-being. Over time, factors like pollution, heat styling, and chemical treatments can damage your hair, making it essential to invest in best professional hair repair treatment.

Top Professional Hair Repair Treatments

Some of the best treatments include:

Keratin Treatments: These help in smoothing and strengthening hair.

Olaplex: A revolutionary treatment that repairs damaged hair bonds.

Protein Treatments: Essential for restoring the protein balance in your hair.

How to Choose the Right Treatment for Your Hair

Selecting the right treatment depends on:

Hair Type: Different treatments work better for different hair types.

Damage Level: The extent of damage determines the intensity of the treatment.

Personal Preferences: Whether you prefer a quick fix or a long-term solution.

Exploring Classic Full Set Lashes

What are Classic Full Set Lashes?

Classic full set lashes involve applying a single lash extension to each natural lash, giving a natural yet enhanced look.

Benefits of Classic Full Set Lashes

These include:

Natural Appearance: They look just like your natural lashes but better.

Long-Lasting: With proper care, they can last for weeks.

Low Maintenance: They reduce the need for daily mascara application.

Application Process of Classic Full Set Lashes

The process typically involves:

Consultation: Discussing your desired look with the technician.

Application: The technician meticulously applies each lash extension.

Aftercare Advice: Instructions on how to maintain your new lashes.

Maintenance Tips for Classic Full Set Lashes

To keep your lashes looking great:

Avoid Oil-Based Products: These can break down the adhesive.

Be Gentle: Avoid rubbing your eyes.

Regular Touch-Ups: Schedule touch-ups every few weeks.

iSOV Complex Calming Serum

Overview of iSOV Complex Calming Serum

This serum is designed to soothe and calm irritated skin, making it perfect for those with sensitive skin.

Key Ingredients and Their Benefits

Chamomile Extract: Known for its anti-inflammatory properties.

Aloe Vera: Provides hydration and soothes the skin.

Green Tea Extract: Rich in antioxidants, it protects and rejuvenates the skin.

How to Use iSOV Complex Calming Serum

For best results:

Cleanse Your Face: Start with a clean canvas.

Apply the Serum: Use a few drops and gently massage into your skin.

Follow with Moisturizer: Seal in the benefits with your favorite moisturizer.

Customer Reviews and Testimonials

Users love the iSOV Complex Calming Serum for its:

Quick Results: Visible improvements within days.

Gentle Formula: Suitable for all skin types.

Calming Effect: Reduces redness and irritation effectively.

Combining iSOV Skin Care and Hair Care for Best Results

Synergy Between Skin and Hair Care

Healthy skin and hair often go hand in hand. Using quality products for both can amplify the overall benefits.

Tips for a Holistic Beauty Routine

Stay Consistent: Regular use of your skincare and haircare products is key.

Hydrate: Drink plenty of water to support your skin and hair from within.

Balanced Diet: Eating a nutritious diet aids in maintaining healthy skin and hair.

Conclusion

Taking care of your skin and hair doesn't have to be complicated. With the right products like iSOV skincare and professional hair repair treatments, along with enhancements like classic full set lashes, you can look and feel your best. Remember, it's about consistency and choosing what works best for you.

FAQs

What makes iSOV skin care unique?

iSOV skin care products are formulated with high-quality ingredients aimed at addressing various skin concerns effectively and gently.

How often should I use hair repair treatments?

It depends on the treatment, but generally, professional hair repair treatments can be done every 4-6 weeks.

Are classic full set lashes safe for my natural lashes?

Yes, when applied correctly by a professional, they are safe and do not damage your natural lashes.

Can iSOV Complex Calming Serum be used daily?

Absolutely! It's gentle enough for daily use and can help maintain calm and hydrated skin.

How can I maintain my skincare and hair care results?

Stay consistent with your routine, use the right products, and maintain a healthy lifestyle for long-lasting results.

[officialclangen]

Something is rustling in the grass...

Hello, dear furends, gather round! The breeze off the lake is cool and refreshing, and the freshkill pile is stocked full. All cats will eat well tonight— though in leaner times, harsher times, purrhaps some cats may find themselves lashing out at their Clanmates... The world is wonderful, ever-growing, but all the more dangerous fur it. It's time ClanGen expanded to match.

ClanGen v0.11.1 has released, available now via auto-updater or https://clangen.io/download

Feature: Freshkill pile & nutrition system

Feature: “Destroy accessory” button

Content: Lakeside Forest Background

Content: Murder for the new year

Content: expanded scars: "HINDLEG", "BACK", "QUILLSIDE", "SCRATCHSIDE", "TOE", "BEAKSIDE", "CATBITETWO", "SNAKETWO", "FOUR" Expanded tortie: 'FRECKLED' white patches: 'BLAZEMASK', 'TEARS'

Content: Sibling and constrained patrols

Content: weights and mates

Content: expanded war events

Content: more patrols

QOL: Cat List UI Update

QOL: same sex setting update

QOL: update for freshkill switch

QOL: Patrol type decision enabled in classic

QOL: updated credits list

QOL: change to poetry

Plus many more bug fixes, tweaks to events and patrols, and more!

[ashfae]

The thing about romance is, it makes a good story.

As soon as Neil described season 2 as "quiet, gentle, romantic" I figured we'd be in for it, because as he's the first to point out, writers are liars. And the best way to deceive is with truth.

Season 2 is romantic. The trappings of romance are everywhere. Crowley tries to set up Nina and Maggie by trapping them under an awning during a rainstorm, a classic cinematic bonding technique. Aziraphale's chosen method comes from his beloved books: the ball, the dancing, appearing as a pair in public, hands held as you twirl gracefully with your heart thrilled and racing. If they can set up a sensational kiss that will unlock the happy ever after. They've lived on earth, they've studied the tropes, they know how romance works.

The problem is a story is only a story.

Nina and Maggie had the classic romantic setup completely by accident before Aziraphale and Crowley ever began trying to interfere with them. They get locked in Nina's coffeeshop. They can't escape or communicate with anyone else, they end up talking by candlelight because there's no electricity, Nina offers wine. Maggie mentions how she'd hoped for a chance to talk to Nina, and now here they are. It's every bit as much a standard as what Aziraphale and Crowley attempt to arrange. Blanket scenarios galore exist because of that starting point. We love that story. And there's nothing wrong with that.

But it's still only a story, it's not enough. Because once that moment of connection is over, however lovely it was, all the rest of the world comes flooding back in in the form of dozens of angry text messages. Nina's messy entrapping relationship hasn't magically gone away just because she and Maggie shared a romantic encounter.

And it's so tempting think oh well, that's easy. We'll just give them more romantic encounters and eventually those will overwhelm the rest of the baggage. Must do, because it'll make them fall in love, and once they realize they're in love that trumps all other considerations, right? So it'll be fine. Love Conquers All.

Neil also mentioned Pride and Prejudice.

Darcy knows he's in love early on and makes a disasterous proposal that shows that he has no understanding of Elizabeth's perspective, possibly hasn't even thought about it. They've been meeting in forest lanes for walks, conversing, had tete-a-tetes in the sitting room, danced at a ball. And while his turn of phrase isn't as flattering as he thinks, he's still offering her everything he thinks she wants and needs: affection, security, his good name, wealth, an escape from the embarrassments of her situation, the world. How can there be anything to object to? Why would anyone ever refuse so much of value?

Elizabeth quite rightly cuts him to pieces. He lashes back with a few hard truths of his own and they separate. During that separation, he thinks and he learns. He takes to heart the criticisms she offered, re-examines his assumptions, opens his eyes. Thinks about her perspective and how sometimes the only difference between pride and arrogance is where you're standing. He does the work. When they meet again he tries to demonstrate that he's learned--not in order to court her again (yet), but because the only real apology he can offer, the only one that would have weight, is to show that he's grown, he listened to her. He changed.

Elizabeth of course has her own journey, accepting that many of her own conclusions about Darcy were erroneous because they were formed without her having the full picture to hand, and once she's done that she has to apply it to her own situation as well. She loves her family, but they do place her at a disadvantage on a number of levels, leading eventually to full-out disaster as her younger sister carelessly ruins all of their reputations. It's hard to admit, it's mortifying, but Darcy was offering her a great deal she needs. His offer did have worth for all that she dismissed it as an insult. And as she learns to value his own character more highly, and then as she sees that he did listen to her even though she insulted him so thoroughly...well, she grows too. And when they do eventually come together it's not because of courting and balls. There's a big romantic gesture in his rescue of her sister but even that isn't why they'll get their happy ever after. It was just the catalyst for the conversation. They win because they've learned how to understand each other and how to communicate for the future. How they can strengthen and support each other, how to balance their strengths and weaknesses. The films leave them at the wedding, but the book shows a bit of their marriage too, and during it they keep learning from each other. Their relationship is held up as a superior love story for good reasons.

The end of season one was romantic too. Crowley stopped time rather than face a world where Aziraphale would never speak to him again, Aziraphale walked into hell to protect Crowley, they dined at the Ritz and toasted the world. But then they stopped. Sure they spent time together, talked, enjoyed each other's company. But if they were talking about important things would Crowley still be living in his car? They had a bit of respite but all that real world baggage that exists outside of the romantic moment hasn't been faced, none of it. Four or five years sounds like a long while but for beings who are quite literally older than the earth? That's just an intermission.

Nina's relationship ends, leaving her with a tangled mess; Maggie realises the sweet dream of love she's been longing for isn't as important as the real Nina. They talk. They plan. Nina will sort through her life, get closure, figure out what went wrong with Lindsay and what she wants from a relationship, learn how to ask for respect instead of just bending under her partner's demands. Maggie will support Nina the way Nina needs, which sometimes means helping her get oat milk for the shop and sometimes means giving her processing space. They're on the same page; they're going to do the work. That's why most likely they'll succeed. To quote one of my favourite fanfics: it's not happily ever after, but it's a chance. It's all going to be okay. (The Profane Comedy by Mussimm, who absolutely nailed this theme)

The romance is nice, it's lovely. We need it to keep ourselves going. To give ourselves the dreams that help us get through the days and nights. But it's not the relationship. It's not enough on its own. The wedding can be the grandest most beautiful ceremony ever with doves flying and sweeping music and bells ringing, but that doesn't guarantee the marriage will last.

Crowley and Aziraphale have had their romantic gestures, oodles of them. One wing raised to protect the other from falling stars, another from rain. Shared ground, shared interests, hands offered in friendship and held on a bus. They've tried to get to the same page, they really have. They just aren't there yet. The biggest most important things still haven't been talked about, and season 2 showed there are even more of those big important things than we'd realised.

The show paints Maggie as Aziraphale's foil and Nina as Crowley's, even to the point of Nina casually calling Maggie 'angel'. But Aziraphale's baggage is Nina's. The toxic relationship has to be processed and understood and closed, and it hasn't been, despite season one. Lindsay never really liked Nina very much, for all that they tried to keep her trapped; Heaven never really liked Aziraphale very much for all that he believed in it. They both let themselves be used. But Lindsay left Nina and went to their sister's, whereas now the head of Heaven has reached out to Aziraphale and said here, we can fix this, you can fix this, don't you want to fix this? Others are already writing about that and maybe I'll add to it later, not sure. And Crowley, like Maggie, has had a sweet dream that he has to set aside. Maybe he'll be able to pick it up again eventually, maybe not. But sometimes you offer support by buying oat milk or rescuing your beloved from the legions of hell, and sometimes you do it by standing back while they sort through their shit.

Quiet, gentle, romantic. It was.

But that's only part of the story. Now they have to do the work. They thought they had, but they were wrong, because there's so much they just hadn't touched yet and tried to cover over with relief and sleight of hand and alcohol and forgiveness. The apology dance doesn't mean much without showing that you listened and learned. They've faced so much trauma already and that should have been enough, we wanted it to be enough and so did they and it's such a blow for it to turn out that there's still more to do, that the baggage hasn't just gone away and can't be hidden under blankets or soothed with cocoa. The texts are still coming in and demanding answers.

But it'll be okay. It will. It's still a chance. And one that in the long run makes them better, builds something real that lasts.

The best stories, the ones that last longest and become classics, are the ones that don't end with the kiss under the awning or the blanket scenario or the wedding. They're the ones that heal us while the characters heal themselves. It's hard to accept that there's still more to do. Harder to imagine how it can possibly work out. And yes, bloody frustrating to wait and see.

And we'll get through that interim by telling even more stories. Because the story is never just a story. It's how we get through the work, it's what we tell ourselves so we can do the damn work. Stories are what we cling to and how we remind ourselves we're human and connect. A book is a person you can carry with you. We're not alone, none of us, stories connect us because we love them and see ourselves in them, which means we see each other.

Aziraphale's back up in Heaven to deal with his unfinished baggage; Crowley left his behind long ago and it's clearly going to come back and bite him in the arse however much he tries to go his own way. And they can't help each other with that. Not yet.

But they'll get there. So will we.

[theambitiouswoman]

Everyday Makeup Routine 💄🪞💋✨

Primer: Apply a lightweight, mattifying primer to create a smooth base for your makeup and control excess oil.

Foundation or Tinted Moisturizer: Even out your skin tone with a light layer of foundation or a tinted moisturizer that matches your skin shade. (You don't always need foundation. I only wear foundation if I am going for a full glam look. Other wise, I use concealer and tinted moisturizer on days my skin is not cooperating.)

Concealer: Use a creamy concealer to cover any blemishes, redness, or under-eye circles.

Setting Powder: Gently dust a translucent setting powder to lock in your base and reduce shine.

Blush: Add a natural flush to your cheeks with a soft blush in a shade that complements your skin tone.

Eyebrows: Fill in and shape your eyebrows using a brow pencil or powder for a polished look.

Eyeshadow: Apply neutral eyeshadow shades for a subtle enhancement of your eyelids.

Eyeliner: A thin line of brown or black eyeliner along the upper lash line can define your eyes.

Mascara: Coat your lashes with mascara to open up your eyes and give them a more awake appearance.

Lip Color: Choose a lip color that suits your style, whether it's a nude shade, a soft pink, or a subtle berry.

Additional Steps for a Polished Makeup Look:

Contour and Highlight: Use a contour powder to define your cheekbones, jawline, and nose. Then, apply a subtle highlighter to the high points of your face for a radiant glow.

Setting Spray: Finish your makeup by spritzing a setting spray to lock everything in place and give your skin a fresh, dewy finish.

Lip Liner: To enhance the shape of your lips and prevent lipstick from feathering, use a lip liner that matches your chosen lip color.

Lipstick or Lip Gloss: Apply your preferred lip product, whether it's a classic lipstick for a bold look or a lip gloss for a more natural shine.

Finishing Touch: Take a moment to blend everything together and ensure there are no harsh lines or uneven patches.

Product Suggestions:

Primer: "Mattifying Pore Minimizer" - Helps create a smooth canvas and control shine.

Foundation or Tinted Moisturizer: "Natural Glow Tinted Moisturizer" - Provides light coverage and a healthy radiance.

Concealer: "Creamy Conceal & Correct" - Covers imperfections while remaining blendable.

Setting Powder: "Translucent Setting Powder" - Sets makeup and reduces oiliness without adding color.

Blush: "Soft Rosy Blush" - Adds a natural flush to your cheeks.

Eyebrows: "Brow Sculpting Pencil" - Defines and shapes your brows for a put-together look.

Eyeshadow: "Everyday Neutrals Eyeshadow Palette" - Offers versatile shades for subtle eye enhancement.

Eyeliner: "Precision Eye Liner" - Provides a defined line along the lash line.

Mascara: "Lengthening Lash Mascara" - Gives your lashes a longer and fuller appearance.

Lip Color: "Nude Lip Crème" - Choose a shade that complements your style and skin tone.

Contour and Highlight: "Sculpt & Glow Contour Kit" - Comes with contour shades and a shimmering highlight for dimension.

Setting Spray: "Hydrating Setting Mist" - Sets makeup and provides a luminous finish.

Lip Liner: "Precision Lip Liner" - Defines your lips and extends the wear of your lip color.

Lipstick or Lip Gloss: "Creamy Matte Lipstick" - Offers rich color and a velvety finish. "Glossy Lip Shine" - Adds a touch of shine and moisture.

Finishing Touch: "Blending Brush Duo" - Helps seamlessly blend and soften your makeup for a polished result.

Let me know if you guys want me to do a post with my personal product recommendations :)

[dirtytransmasc]

Modern Aocorro high school au: what if Spider was a harpist in his high school orchestra and Ao'nung was down bad about it.

Spider was already your classic high school heart throb. He was popular, buff, handsome, a little rough around the edges, yet still a total sweetheart.

For Eywa's sake, he carpooled his siblings to school or rode his skateboard to school, volunteered around town 24/7, used reusable straws, he'd hand his pocket change to anyone in need, and was known for getting into fights with bullies in the parking lot.

Not to mention that he had the prettiest golden curls and brown eyes anyone had ever seen (at least in Ao'nung's opinion).

So to say Ao'nung was crushing, hard, was probably the understatement of the century, and could you even blame him? The guy was perfect, an angel, and it was driving him insane.

He'd catch himself staring during gym practice, marveling at his muscles, cheeks flushing, or in the locker room when he took his shirt off to change, his heart pounding away in his chest.

he thought he couldn't be even more down bad for that boy than he already was, his confident personality rendered null and void when he was around, his tongue caught in the back of his throat, unable to do so much as squeak at him… until the day he caught him in the orchestra room, practicing.

Now, he had heard Spider was in orchestra and had even seen him rolling around some large black case around the school before, but he'd never actually caught what he played.

But walking past that half-opened door was how he found out the love of his life wasn't only a sweet handsome hunk of a guy, but he played the harp, the instrument of an angel.

The sheer audacity of this boy was getting out of hand, he swore to Eywa, he was gonna kill him one of these days with his impossibly hot antics.

He stands and watches as Spider presses up against his harp, eyes focused on his sheet music, hair tied up in a messy bun but a single golden curl hangs he keeps blowing out of his face, and his fingers strum along the strings, working the muscles throughout his hands and arms.

The sound of gentle music flowed from the gap in the door, and it sounded just as pretty as Spider looked, soft and sweet, but still robust, still full of base and bravado. It was so fitting.

Watching Spider's face quirk with focus and frustration and pride as he worked through the song made the other's heart swoon, he swore it must be palpating or maybe skipping beats. He just knows it wasn't beating right, especially as he rubs his hand over his chest and feels how heavy it beats against his ribs.

And thats when Spider just so happens to turn to see who was gawking at him from the hallway, and instead of telling him to stop staring or throwing a pissed-off glance like Ao'nung is sure most other's would do if they caught someone staring like he had been, Spider just smiled.

"Like what you hear?" he quipped, leaning forward to turn the page of his music binder.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, you're... amazing," he choked out an answer, coughing into his fist to try and cover up the stammer in his voice and the blush on his cheeks.

"You flatter me," he replied, sitting back and looking Ao'nung right in the eye before he looked away with an even brighter smile, and it was like his skin was set on fire by just that single glance. "Are you gonna come in or are you gonna keep standing out their like some weirdo?"

"Oh, I-I wouldn't want to bother, I was j-just passing by,"

"It's free period, it's why I'm in here all by my lonesome," he puts on a fake pout and bats his lashes in his direction for show, "keep my company yeah? I'm sure you've got nothing to do if you've already spent so much time staring."

He moved his bag off the chair next to him before patting it.

"Sit," his tone was warm and inviting and his eyes were soft and almost pleading, so he did, with a deep breath, he sat next to the other boy.

He managed to be even prettier up close, and Ao'nung had to tear his eyes away so he didn't make a fool of himself. He decided to turn his attention to the harp. It was beautiful, made of a soft, warm-toned wood, intricately carved and painted with the image of flowers he couldn't name off the top of his head.

"She's a beauty isn't she?" Spider asked

he only nodded at first, before feeling the urge to touch, his hand moving before he could think better of it, but he managed to stop himself before he made contact with he wood.

"Can I?" he asked, quite pitifully, finally making his own eye contact with the blonde. Eywa save him, he was too pretty, it was unfair. He felt butterflies tickling his stomach and his head getting fuzzy. Why didn't he run when he had the chance?

"Go ahead," he answered with a huff of laughter.

He tried to steady himself as he stroked a hand down the curved wood that he saw resting against Spider's chest earlier when he was playing, feeling the warmth from the other boy's skin still clinging to the wood.

His fingers sought out the strings Spider's rested on moments ago, the metal threading bit into his flesh ever so slightly when he ran his fingers down them.

"I catch you staring all the time y'know, you're not very good at hiding it."

Ao'nung feels his heart drop through the floor and into the stone-cold basement beneath them. Fuck. He fucked up, he fucked up so bad, Spider must think he's a freak-

"It's cute."

"What?" he didn't mean to ask that out loud, but when he did, he said it far too loud.

Spider just laughs at him, gently and without malice, his eyes crinkling into almost nothing, his cheeks going a little red, his nose scrunching a little. Ao'nung feels his heart swell.

"Oh, it's never subtle, especially since you turn bright red, and the second you realize I'm looking back, you turn tail and run away like you have the devil on your heels," he pauses to wipe the tears from his eyes, "It's just cute, adorable even. I kinda like having a not so secret admirer."

"You don't think I'm some total freak?"

"Nah dude.... who's to say I'm not staring back?" he said nonchalantly.

Ao'nung was sure his brain was melting, cause he just found out his crush might like him back? Potentially. And that was just simply mind-boggling, cause, he wasn't gonna sell himself short, but he never thought he could be on Spider's radar.

They hung out with different people, and he used to be an ass to his siblings before he transferred to be here, and sure he apologized and made up with them, he always seemed to hold a bit of a grudge.

"You are?" he had to ask.

"Mmmmmm, maybe a little," he replied with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. "I will admit, at first it was because I was trying to make sure you weren't being an ass, but, things might be changing."

Ao'nung nodded to himself, clearing his throat, trying to decipher what that could even mean. Was Spider saying he was starting to like him too? did he have a shot with him?

"Listen, the bells about to ring, so why don't I give you this," he pulled a pen from the spine of his binder, tearing the corner off of one of his sheet music, which felt oddly intimate, and wrote something down on it, before handing it to him.

It was his number. Spider just gave him his number.

"Text me? we can start gettign to actually know each other, and maybe you could start joining me in here during free period, I could give you some lessons on the harp if you'd like?" now Spider sounded a little sheepish.

Which somehow made Ao'nung feel a bit more confident, so for the first time in seemingly forever, he answered Spider with some level of confidence.

"Yeah, I'd like that, I'd like that a lot."

"Good, good, I'd like that too."

They were both smiling now. The bell rang. They both hesitated to break eye contact.

"I'll text you, promise." Eywa, he was making promises. Already. He really was a hopeless sap. But it felt right when Spider huffed a laugh at it, a hand coming up to cover his smile a little. He was flattered.

"You better, stalker," Spider laughed, finally starting to pack up his stuff.

"Rude," he faked a gasped, lingering in the door, knowing he had to get to class, and he needed to let Spider pack up so he wouldn't be late himself, but wanting to let the moment last just a little longer.

"I think staring is rude, but I think I'll give you a pass, so long as you stop running away when I catch you, deal?"

"Deal."

"And you have to meet me here tomorrow."

"I will, it's a date," the words slipped out of his mouth without thinking about how it could be interpreted, "oh, not like-"

"It's a date" Spider repeated.

Ao'nung found he could only nod. It's a date. Even if it wasn't like that, it was still nice to think about. a date with an angel.

"Now go, before you're late, wouldn't want you to get in any trouble." Spider crossed his arms and jutted out his hip like he was some disappointed mom or something.

"Right, bye Spider."

He waved goodbye. It was corny and childish, but he waved. Spider waved back. He had his number clutched tightly in his other palm. Spider had his phone clutched in his hands as if he couldn't wait for the message to come any longer.

"Bye Stalker."

He has a feeling he's gonna have to get used to that nickname, but as he rounds the corner, his chest still feeling warm and full of butterflies, he doesn't think he minds all that much.

[ss33hksims]

How I Make My Sims in 10 mins +Download included

I would like to show you guys how I create my sims usually. It will be more consistent and time-saving to use presets from our amazing cc creators. Personally I love to use presets but there are limited presets created for male sims. So it usually takes me about half an hour to make a male sims. No matter what, I am not good at in-game screenshot and photo editing, not to mention using Blender, so creating sims is just for fun only. I rarely use for in-game cause the lighting really ruins my sims. I usually just build lots / houses in-game . SO, Don't be stressed! We don't need to be perfect, so do our sims.

No reshade used

Screenshot taken from CAS.

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==CC List==

SKIN:

Soft rose B Full body by @northernsiberiawinds

Spotlight by @simandy

Head preset 5 by @northernsiberiawinds

Ear preset 2 by @mmsims

Nose preset 13 by @eunosims

Blush from GPME-GOLD MAKEUP SET by @goppolsme

HAIR:

HAIR 09HQ by @jino-sims

EYE:

Eyebrow G24 by @goppolsme

Eye preset N1 by @northernsiberiawinds

Eyes 48 by @bunbunzsims1

Eyeliner cc52 by @goppolsme

Eyeshadow from GPME-GOLD MAKEUP SET CC70 by @goppolsme

3D Lashes N3 by @obscurus-sims

LIPS:

Lip presets 012 (I guess) by @lutessasims

Lipstick 14 by @bunbunzsims1

OUTFIT:

knit bustier top & skirt set by @yuns2ol

SHOES:

Shine Boots by @shoestopia

Classic tights by @magic-bot

ACC:

Earrings Sofia @enriques4

Sweat Suit Set Bucket Hat by @rimings

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Let me know if I missed some cc. There are too many, I may have missed.

Thank you for your support!❤️

[dawneternal]

⊹ Gwyn x Azriel Modern college AU

⊹ Summary: Nesta has been trying to throw Azriel and Gwyn together for a while now. When a group project comes along, Nesta snags Az for their group so the pair are finally forced to interact.

To make matters more complicated, Gwyn accidentally sends the wrong document to the group, replacing the writing assignment with a smutty chapter of fanfiction.

Things only bloom from there, forcing Gwyn to either let down her walls or lose a friendship that has become important to her.

Prepare for fluff, angst, classic college tropes, and some cheesiness

⊹ Warnings: Gwyn struggles with social anxiety and PTSD. Talk of past hospitalizations due to mental health (no graphic details.) other characters have struggles with mental health. There will be talk of past trauma including assault. More warnings included before each chapter. <3

⊹ Word Count: 2.1k

⊹ AO3 Link

Gwyn was lost in her own world, silently tapping her foot to the song stuck in her head. She scribbled in the corner of her notebook with sweater sleeves pulled up over her chilly fingers. Nesta would let her know if she missed anything important. 

So she let the classroom fade into nothing as she thought of lines for her next fanfiction chapter. Fanfiction for Vow of Roses, her favorite half-fantasy, half-romance book series. Writing the next chapter would be her reward for surviving another week of school. Now she was just biding time until she could get back to her room and dissolve into a word document. 

Nesta gave Gwyn a gentle nudge just as the professor announced, “You’ll complete this next assignment in groups of four. If you really can’t manage to get into groups yourself, I’ll mediate. But at least try, first.” 

The moment the sentence had ended, Nesta turned and waved her hand. 

“Az!” She shouted, ignoring the disappointed sigh of a girl seated behind them. Azriel flashed Nesta a smile. 

Gwyn’s stomach sank as her mind struggled to return to reality. This was the boy Nesta was determined to set her up with. The boy that every other girl in the class seemed to be competing for. When Nesta straightened in her seat and caught Gwyn’s incredulous look, she only raised her eyebrows and shrugged. 

“What?” Nesta tossed her braid over her shoulder, “We don’t know anyone else in this class.”

The room was full of murmurs and shuffling as the class split up into groups. Azriel took the seat across from Nesta, gently setting his stack of books on the table. Gwyn dared to take a peak at him as he was busy searching his backpack for something or other. 

He was gorgeous, as always, only adding to her churning anxiety. 

His inky black hair was messy, forming perfect curls by his ears and neck. He had a variety of tattoos scattered over his tan skin, interspersed with freckles. And his eyes were, of course, beautiful. Glowing amber even in the gross classroom lighting, framed with long dark lashes. The earrings he wore caught the light and glittered, almost matching the flecks of gold that ringed his pupils.

Gwyn turned her gaze away before he could catch her looking.

He finally gave up his search, leaning forward to ask Nesta something, but he was interrupted by textbooks slamming down on the empty corner of the table. 

“No one else wants me,” A boy named Connor announced with a grin, slumping down in the last empty chair. 

Gwyn did not know him well, only enough to guess that she’d prefer just about anyone else to join this project. Including one of the girls who was constantly vying for Azriel's favor. Azriel didn’t look too happy about the prospect of Connor either, mouth spreading into a thin line. Nesta scowled, her eyes gleaming with a promise of cruelty. 

“No strays? Perfect,” The Professor proclaimed, and launched into the details of the group project. Solidifying their fate.

Gwyn only half-listened, distracted this time by anxiety and not daydreams. She did not know Azriel very well, either. He was Nesta’s friend, chosen-brother to her boytoy Cassian. 

He seemed nice enough, but social anxiety does not often seem to care about the niceness of people. He was still a stranger, and now he was in her space with his dizzying smell without proper time for her to adjust.

And as for Connor, he was a wildcard. He was the sort of unpredictable that was a nightmare for her anxiety. He could be decent one minute and make a disgusting misogynistic joke the next. Or decide to throw something at you as a “prank.” He also seemed desperate for any scrap of attention from any girl in the class and determined to get it in the most obnoxious ways possible.

This was a lot to handle in a short amount of time. Gwyn had her books shoved into her backpack before the class was dismissed, ready to bolt the second the big hand hit 3:30. As the professor recapped important information, Gwyn breezed out the door. She was out of the classroom before Nesta could stop her and tucked into the alcove by the water fountain before the stream of students could overtake her. Luckily, Connor did not pursue her. 

The hallway had mostly cleared by the time Nesta made her way to Gwyn, Azriel following behind her. Gwyn had not realized how tall he was. Nesta was on the shorter side, but Azriel towered over her.

“You good?” Nesta asked, eyebrows raised high. She recognized the signs of panic, but she would not say so in front of Azriel.

Gwyn nodded, wondering how silly she looked just then, hood up and knees to her chest. It had been a while since her anxiety had been triggered like that, but it was her own fault for letting her mind drift so far. If she’d looked at the syllabus and not her doodles, she would’ve been prepared. Maybe they could've scoped their fourth group member ahead of time.

“Good,” Nesta declared, “Because we’re getting ice cream. Come with us? Group project bonding time.” 

Gwyn’s gaze shifted to Azriel and she found that he was watching her, waiting for an answer. He gave her a soft smile that soothed her nerves just a touch. 

“I can’t,” She said, though she returned Azriel’s smile, “I have a couple of things to finish up before dinner. Text me the project details?” 

“Fine,” Nesta sighed, “But you’re coming next time.” 

Gwyn watched them go, chest tightening with the feeling of missing out. But she wasn’t up to it, today. She shook the self-deprecating thoughts from her head and hauled herself up from the ground. She went back to that song that had been stuck in her head, humming it aloud to block out the torrent of ‘just try harder’ as she began the trudge back to her dorm room. 

This was better than ice cream. Layered under fuzzy blankets, lights dimmed and some angry rock song blaring in her headphones. Gwyn shifted her focus back and forth between her latest fanfiction chapter and the assignment for the group project. On one tab of her computer she had pulled up moodboards and fan art for writing inspiration. A volume of Vow of Roses lay on her desk, pages full of underlines and sticky notes open for reference.

As for the project, she still did not like the group aspect but the writing was easy. She’d have it finished up and sent off in a little while and then she didn’t have to think about it for the rest of the weekend. The fanfiction flowed even easier, scenes and similes appearing on the page and erasing every qualm from the day.

Emerie, her roommate, lay in her own bed across the room, singing to the theme-song of her show in increasingly goofy voices.

“Hey!” She shouted, loud enough to be sure Gwyn could hear it through her music.

“What?” Gwyn lifted one ear of her headphones. 

“Hurry up with that chapter, I want to read it before my shower,” She grinned and waggled her eyebrows. 

“You’re gross,” Gwyn laughed, swooping to pick up a dirty sock from the floor and toss it at her roommate's bed.

“You’re the one who writes it,” Emerie scoffed, flicking the sock off her bed. She pressed play on her laptop and continued singing along. 

Gwyn returned to her document, putting the finishing touches on the ending paragraph. Emerie was also a huge Vow of Roses fan, as was Nesta. But neither had managed to uncover Gwyn's secret blog yet, so they impatiently waited for updates via email.

Pleased with herself, Gwyn attached the file to the waiting email draft and pressed send.

“Just sent it,” Gwyn called. Emerie squealed and jumped from the bed, grabbing her phone and shower caddy. 

“See you later,” She sang, throwing a towel over her shoulder and heading for the showers. 

Not too long later, Gwyn was half-asleep watching a period drama on her computer, box of goldfish in her lap. She was done being productive for the day and ready to let her brain turn into mush. Maybe she'd even skip dinner and just eat snacks here in bed.

Then her phone rang, pulling her from her stupor. Nesta's contact photo popped up on the screen.

“Hello?” She sang into the phone, reaching into the box for another handful of crackers. 

“Hey babe, you sent the group the wrong file,” Nesta said the words in a rush.

“What?” Goldfish crackers scattered to the floor. 

“Yeah, you sent us the smut you wrote,” Nesta sighed, like it pained her to say it. Like she knew what it would mean to Gwyn. 

Shit. Fuck.

“No,” Gwyn whined, rushing to open her email and pull up her recently sent messages. 

Sure enough, Emerie had received the writing assignment, and the group had received her newly finished chapter. Complete with the subject line ‘here you go, pervert.’

“I’m going to die,” Gwyn whispered into the phone. 

“You can unsend it, right? That’s a feature they have now?” 

“In like, the first 30 seconds after you sent it,” Gwyn wailed, “I have to say something and apologize. This is so embarrassing.” 

“I'm sorry sweetheart. Connor may be a dick, but I know Azriel would never use it to tease you.”

“You're sure?” Gwyn chewed her lip and pressed her hand to her warm face. She already struggled to act normal in front of Azriel, between Nesta's schemes and his unearthly beauty. He did not need another reason to think she was strange.

“I'm sure. And if he does I'll kick his ass and so will his brothers.”

Then, Gwyn heard a stifled giggle through the phone. 

“Nesta, don't laugh!” She cried.

“I mean, it was really good smut at least,” Nesta soothed. 

“Goodbye,” Gwyn growled and hung up. Which was maybe too harsh, but she’d worry about it later. Nesta was not easily perturbed, anyways. Or she'd be too busy laughing to care. 

“This sucks this sucks this sucks,” Gwyn muttered, burying her head in the pile of fuzzy blankets. 

In her experience, there weren’t many people out there who understood what writing meant to her. In the past few years, it had become more than a pastime. It was a tool she utilized to ease her brain through a very painful healing process. It was catharsis. Even the smut was a part of that.

And she had just sent that chapter to two people who were among the least likely to get it. Or the least likely for her to ever share those vulnerable thoughts with. 

They would just tease her, probably. That would be all. But she was not ready to be teased. It was still too painful, like salt in fresh wounds. Not to mention that teasing was the enemy of her social anxiety. It never failed to rid her brain of all common sense. And when embarrassment guided her actions, she always did something stupid.

“Hey,” Emerie laughed as she entered their shared room, hair damp from the shower, “That was definitely not spicy. What happened?” 

She took in Gwyn’s miserable face and teary eyes and dropped her things to rush forward. “Oh no, honey, what’s wrong?” 

Gwyn explained her mistake, and Emerie listened intently. She held Gwyn’s head in her lap and fed her goldfish crackers as she cried. Emerie knew the depth of her struggles, some of which they had in common. She brushed strands of copper hair from her face and diligently watched episodes of the favored period drama until her friend felt a little better. 

“Azriel is the boy that Nesta’s been throwing at you?” Emerie asked, after a long silence. Gwyn hummed an affirmation. 

“He’s pretty,” Emerie said. Cautiously. 

“Suspiciously pretty,” Gwyn answered. Her opposition to Nesta’s set up was not so much about his looks, but her own apprehension towards strangers. And the burden of her mental health, bound to ruin any relationship. There were already too many burned bridges in her past. 

But also, Azriel was ethereally beautiful. There had to be a secret underneath it. 

“He could be the exception,” Emerie said, her voice soft. But Gwyn ignored it.

“I think I'd rather have sent that email to my parents by accident,” She grumbled. Emerie chuckled and shook her head, wisely saying nothing more about the beautiful hazel-eyed boy.

Before they went to sleep, Emerie typed a message to the group on Gwyn's behalf, apologizing and imploring them not to open the document if they hadn't already. The sting had eased up some, but Gwyn was still not looking forward to the consequences of this mistake. The thought of Azriel reading any number of the salacious lines she'd written had her blushing all over again. 

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Sweet Symphony 🎻❤️‍🔥🎹, a '68 Special Era One-Shot

A/N: This one has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for quite a while. Sweet Symphony started as a special request for '68 Special era Elvis from my Get to Know Me Gala way back in March! I also included the prompt, "Do it again, please." Nothing like a good two-fer!

A professional violinist Reader gets a little more than she bargains for after rehearsal for Elvis Presley's '68 Special...

Mature 18+ || Word count: 9.2k

TW: Sexxx in various forms, fluff, cussing, dubious use of a piano

For my most patient baby, @savedrebelcreation 💗

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Sweet Symphony

A ’68 Special Era Request

You’re early. Too early, in fact, but your mother always said, “If you’re on time, you’re late,” so it goes to reason that for such an important job, you find yourself clicking your heels into the rehearsal room a full hour before it’s set to start.

The only reason they allowed you in this early is that your brother-in-law, Billy, is the one in charge of this portion of the production rehearsal, arranging the music for Elvis Presley’s television special due out in December. He had been tasked, rather last minute, to take over the musical arrangements. When your sister called on Billy’s behalf, saying he desperately needed a professional violinist to fill in for the one who’d been suddenly struck with a bout of appendicitis, you were a little confused at first. Why in the world would Elvis Presley need a violinist? had been the first thought in your head, but a job is a job, and you figure a television special of this magnitude wouldn’t hurt your classical resume.

Sure, why not? you’d thought, then packed up your violin and got a ticket for the next plane out to LA. If nothing else, I’ll get some sun.

Since your plane arrived late, you made the executive decision to go straight to the studio rather than chance the traffic by checking into your hotel first. Which is how you find yourself in the near-dark rehearsal space before anyone else has even thought to arrive, violin and suitcase in tow. At least you’ll get a chance to look over the score Billy just handed you before anyone else arrives, you think, finding a chair and settling in to unpack and prepare your instrument.

So focused are you that you don’t really register the door opening and then latching closed. You figure it is just Billy, who had been frantically going over sheet music up in the booth. When the piano begins to play, softly, you nearly jump out of your skin with surprise, having been so lost in sight reading and humming your part that you were oblivious to the presence of another in the room.

“Oh my god!” you gasp in surprise, managing to knock the loose pages of the score off the music stand as your hand flies up to your chest. “Damnit,” you mutter under your breath, scurrying to pick up the pages and put them back in order.

“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to startle ya,” you hear a gentle voice drawl out from the darkness.

“Oh, no, I just wasn’t expecting anyone in here so early and I was so caught up in…” you taper off, furrowing your brow and trying to get your sheet music situated.

“Here, lemme help you with that,” the voice says, kneeling to pick up loose pages.

“Oh, thank…” your voice hitches when you look down at the man holding up more music that had fluttered away across the floor.

It’s the sparkling sapphire blue eyes that catch you first, framed in criminally long, dark lashes, blinking up at you from where he’s kneeling on the floor next to your chair. They are utterly mesmerizing in the way they search your face apologetically. Your voice dies in your suddenly dry throat, and so mesmerized are you with those eyes that it takes you much too long to take in the rest of him.

That’s when you realize that the man with the pretty eyes on his knees near your feet is the one and only Elvis Presley.

“…you. Thank you,” you manage to finish, gingerly taking the pages from his grasp.

Elvis smiles up at you so bashfully, so charmingly, that it takes your breath away.

It doesn’t hit you until this very moment that you are playing for the Elvis Presley. Between everything happening so quickly and you assuming you wouldn’t get to meet the man himself, you just hadn’t considered the magnitude of the job.

You’d just hit your teenage years when Elvis came into his stardom, the timing perfect for swooning over the Southern boy with the rebellious good looks and the completely unique sound. But your parents had been strict and conservative, opting for your upbringing to be filled with learning and playing classical music, so the only chance you’d had to listen to Elvis was when you went to your girlfriend’s house. There you could swoon over him unimpeded, but it was more vicarious than anything else. And by the time you were old enough to properly swoon to your heart’s content, you were so busy with your music degree that it hadn’t really crossed your mind to ogle over Elvis.

To be quite honest, you had become a bit of a music snob at that point, so Elvis wasn’t really on your radar, though you had been impressed by his reworked English version of O Solo Mio. His It’s Now or Never had been a massive hit, and he had amazed you with his vocal talent, which you were convinced was wasted on silly pop songs. Needless to say, Elvis and his music had been off your radar for a long, long time.

You certainly hadn’t realized the man had only gotten more attractive as time went on. Magazine pictures and even his movies (which you hadn’t cared to watch since the beginning of the decade) don’t do him justice, which is saying something since you’d never once seen the man look anything less than handsome. But those damn eyes pop against his tanned skin and raven hair, and that curved-lip smile has butterflies flying in your stomach like a schoolgirl.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asks quietly, still kneeling at your feet.

“My name? Oh, um, my name is y/n,” you stammer out. You could kick yourself for how gobsmacked you sound, a grown professional woman nearly forgetting her own name in the presence of an attractive man. But the thing is he isn’t just attractive—he’s ethereal.

“Well, hello there, y/n. I’m Elvis,” he says, as if he were just some regular Joe and not one of the most famous men alive. “What do you play?” He motions to your music.

“Uh, violin. Well, and piano, but violin professionally,” you reply, unable to take your eyes off him.

His eyes light up at this. “I play piano, too,” he says, with such a little boy quality that you can’t help but smile.

“Oh?” This surprises you quite a bit since he is so synonymous with the birth of rock and roll and you’d only ever seen him with an acoustic guitar.

“Yeah, a lotta people don’t know that, but between you and me, I like playin’ piano more,” he says, with a wink. Elvis stands up from his crouch with little effort, so lithely that you equate it to a dancer. Your eyes follow up, up, up his lean frame, and you try not to notice just how well his tailored outfit fits him.

He walks back towards the piano he came from, and you blush when you catch yourself staring at his backside, like some sort of lecherous creep. Quickly turning your attention back to the pages of music in your lap, you force yourself to try and make sense of page numbers, shuffling them back into order.

“Do you know this one?” Elvis suddenly asks, shocking you by playing the opening notes of a well-known Beethoven piece.

“Yeah, I mean, yes. I do,” you respond, still stumbling over your words. “That’s Moonlight Sonata.”

“What happens after this part?” he asks, playing the beginning again. The question seems quite honest, still having that curious, young quality about it. Before you think better of it, you’re walking over to the piano.

“May I?” you say, standing near the bench. Music is your language. You’ve always been better with an instrument at your fingertips than with your words. It makes you feel bolder, so when Elvis only scoots over instead of yielding the bench, it doesn’t stop you from perching next to him.

It only takes a second for the movement to come back to you and you place your hands on the keys, letting them speak for you. You’ve done your share of teaching, so it doesn’t take but a moment to fall into that role. You just try not to think too hard on that fact that it’s Elvis Presley that you’re teaching.

He’s nodding along, eyes focused solely on your hands. So close to him, you can feel the way the music affects his body. It’s something you can relate to.

You stop yourself from speeding too far ahead in the music and pull your hands away from the keys. “Is that…do you want me to go again, or do you want to try it?” you ask.

“Do it again. Please?” he asks watching your hands with incredible focus.

You do, trying to keep it simple and without too much flourish.

“Okay, so it’s like this then?” he says after you finish, and as his long, slender fingers glide across the keys, you realize they are musician’s fingers. They may be dripping with jewels that are likely more expensive than your apartment, but they are quite perfect for the kind of instruments he plays. It strikes you he was made to do this.

You recognize then that Elvis is truly a musician and not just a performer. The way he concentrates, learning and adapting quickly as you show him more of the song, only by ear and sight, amazes you.

It's through the music that you begin to calm. Talking one musician to another is much more manageable than considering the magnitude of the person you’re speaking with. Frankly, you are completely amazed by how incredibly gentle and disarming the man is.

When the door opens again, both of you are consumed enough in the music that it doesn’t faze you much.

“Oh, hey Elvis! Just the man I needed to see. I hope y/n isn’t bothering you,” Billy says, in a teasing tone only a family member could produce.

“Hello to you, too, Billy,” you say, a bit annoyed at the interruption and at feeling put in your place as if you were still a child.

“Oh, no, not at all. She’s a great teacher,” Elvis grins, bumping your shoulder. “You two…know each other?” he then asks, his smile faltering in the slightest as he looks from you to Billy. The question is innocent enough, but the way he says it gives you pause and your heart flips.

“Since she was practically in diapers. She’s my sister-in-law,” Billy says.

“Twelve isn’t in diapers, Billy,” you scoff at him, then turn to Elvis. “He’s married to my older sister yet has never hesitated to treat me like a baby. Lucky me.”

“Aw, you know I only put up with you because you’re too talented for your own good,” Billy ribs, making to muss your hair.

You duck swiftly out of the way, bumping into Elvis in the process. “Oh, sorry!” you breath out.

Elvis just chuckles at the two of you, looking pleased as punch, though you’re not exactly sure why.

“I think what you meant to say is, ‘Thank you for dropping everything to fly across the country last minute to help me, dearest sister-in-law,’” you throw at Billy, batting your lashes.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it. Now, skedaddle. I need to talk to Elvis,” Billy shoos you.

You suppress the urge to stomp your foot and pout, but you realize you really should act more professional than you are. Settling for a huff at Billy, you turn to Elvis. “It was nice to meet you,” you say, all the spunkiness you had towards Billy deflating into shyness the moment you look into those dark blue eyes again.

“Oh, I have no doubt we’ll be talkin’ again soon, honey, and thank you for the lesson,” Elvis drawls softly.

His words send a cascade of shivers through your limbs. You feel heady as you stand from the bench, shooting a familial glare Billy’s way, noticing the frown on his face as you do so. God, even with you being 27, Billy had the ability to make you feel like a scolded younger sister.

You force yourself not to look back as you head to your chair. Be a professional. Just because Elvis is handsome doesn’t mean he’s not the man you’re ultimately working for. Busying yourself with rearranging your music, you hear Billy usher Elvis out and up into the booth.

Well, that’s that, you think, rosining your bow, and you get to practicing.

*

You’ve been at your share of long rehearsals, but you will admit this one is both long and intense. The music Billy has arranged—this “Guitar Man” medley of some of Elvis’ songs—isn’t difficult music to play, per say, but you can now sense an underlying importance around this entire operation. Part of it is the barely held back frantic look in Billy’s eyes, and knowing him as you do, for him to be this frazzled means there’s a lot on the line. However, it’s when Elvis comes back, much later, to run through the medley with the orchestra, that you realize you can sense it in him, too. It’s well-hidden, to be sure, when the man introduces himself and shakes hands with the members of the orchestra, and you probably wouldn’t even have noticed if it weren’t for the relaxed way he’d been with you earlier in the day, but it’s an undercurrent all the same. Then, they send him into the booth to do his thing.

And, boy, does he. You’ve worked your share of Broadway musicals and operas, but you’ve never seen a man completely give himself over to the work in just a rehearsal quite the way Elvis does with this medley. It’s like he’s singing for his life. By the time it’s all through, Elvis exits the booth, dripping with sweat, exhausted but exuberant. His eyes sparkle and his body hums, some part of him tapping or jiggling or wiggling every moment, as though the music had become electricity in his veins.

You try not to stare as you slowly put away your bow, your violin, collecting your music from the black stand. You try not to, but you keep stealing glances because not only does he look enticing, but it’s also more that you connect with the feelings he seems to be having. The way the music can just take over and become something else inside you, as if you are the conduit to something much bigger than yourself. This you understand. And you’d never imagined a sensation like Elvis Presley would feel the music that way, too. Perhaps this is the secret to his massive success.

Almost all the other musicians have packed and left by now. You tell yourself you’re stalling so you can say goodnight to Billy before hailing a cab and finally checking into your hotel by midnight. You are exhausted, after a day of traveling and frenetic rehearsal, yet you are buzzing with the excitement only music seems to bring you. And you can’t help that the part of you that feels that way is being drawn towards Elvis like a magnet.

When Elvis catches your less-than-sly stare, a million-dollar smile spreads over his face and your heart flip-flops in your chest so hard it takes your breath away. Caught, you quickly and conspicuously look up and away, as though that will save the burning embarrassment on your cheeks. Suddenly, all you can think of is how fast you can get out of here, and you finish packing up like a fire has been lit under you. You scurry towards the door, hoping to escape before making a fool of yourself further.

“Hey, Miss Moonlight,” Elvis says, fingers light on your arm, stopping you before you reach the door, “whaddya say you join us back at my place for a little get together?”

The nickname would usually make you roll your eyes, but coming from him so sweetly, you balk under the attention. It distracts you so much that it takes a full second to realize that he’s just invited you to his place.

“I…uh, it’s been a long day. I-I haven’t even checked into my hotel yet,” you stammer, the excuse so unconvincing you might laugh if you weren’t so befuddled and nervous that Elvis is asking you…well, you’re not exactly sure what he’s asking you.

He quirks a perfect raven brow at you. When he steps in closer, you can feel the heat radiating off him.

“Well, I can have Joe swing you by your hotel before headin’ over, if you’d like, though there’s plenty of space at the house. We can set up a room for ya…s’probably more comfortable than a hotel,” Elvis drawls quietly in your ear.

You’ve never heard a man make a pass so naturally in your life, so much so that you almost hesitate to believe it is one. His low voice and the open suggestiveness spear straight into your core, threatening to melt you into a puddle on the spot.

In any other circumstance, you would laugh in a man’s face for suggesting such a thing. Generally shy, reserved, and cerebral, you’re certainly not the kind of woman who just spends the night at a strange man’s place. But this isn’t any other circumstance. This is Elvis Presley asking you to stay the night with him.

And maybe he does just mean it casually—a “hey, come party with us and you can sleep on the couch”—but at the moment, your body doesn’t know the difference. Your inner pragmatist begins listing off all the ways this is a terrible idea, but the only thing that cuts through the noise is the regret you know you’ll feel if you don’t accept this invitation.

“Um…well, okay. I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose, of course,” you manage to breathe back.

His lip curves up into an almost bashful smile. “Oh, Moonlight, you couldn’t be an imposition if you tried. Plus, you hafta show me how to play the rest of that piece,” he says, running a calloused fingertip down your pointer finger.

You can’t help the shudder that runs through you or the way your heart catches in your throat. “Well, how could I possibly refuse?” you finally get out.

“Fantastic! Hey, Joe, this is my new friend, y/n,” he says enthusiastically, calling over the shorter man. “She’s gonna be joining us tonight.”

Joe seems kind enough, albeit barely looks or speaks to you after the main introductions. Before you know it, you, your violin, and your suitcase are packed into the back of what you assume is a ridiculously expensive vehicle. Elvis slides in behind you, and you, now sandwiched between him and the car door, think you ought to feel apprehensive about the situation, but all your attention is fixed on how Elvis’ side is pressed up against yours. The heat radiates off him, bleeding into you, his leg bouncing so quickly that you think he might need to get out and run laps. He makes conversation, asking about how you came to be a musician and you uncharacteristically and nervously start rambling about yourself. You’ve got to give him credit for the way he nods and hums, truly seeming to listen to you even though your mouth is running almost uncontrollably.

By the time you arrive at the house, you feel as if you’ve told Elvis your life story and you abruptly shutter your mouth closed. God, I am such an idiot. Way to play it cool, y/n, you berate yourself.

Elvis kindly helps you out of the car, walking you toward the house as Joe follows with your violin and suitcase in tow. The way your heart pounds against your ribcage threatens to do you in—it’s all suddenly become very real that Elvis Presley is leading you into his house where you are going to surreptitiously spend the night. His hand is guiding you so gently at the small of your back, but the heat of it blazes through you.

Oh, get a grip! The man has probably touched thousands of women, you’re no different. You’re not special.

Realizing you’re holding your breath, you force yourself to take in air as inconspicuously as possible.

“You don’t gotta be nervous, baby,” he says, a cheeky little smile gracing those luscious lips of his.

“Sorry, I…this just isn’t where I thought I’d be at the end of this very long day,” you chuckle.

“Well, let’s make you at home then.” His smile turns reassuring and warm.

He spends the next hour getting you comfortable and fed, having the most amazing ability to relax your normally nervous nature without hardly trying. You can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach at the way he seems to be continuously touching you—the press of his leg, an arm around your shoulders, the graze of a finger against yours—in a familiar way, even though you’ve known him less than a day. If it were anyone else, you would have leapt off the couch and run for the hills.

What surprises you the most is that you aren’t uncomfortable at all. Excited and nervous, yes. But you don’t feel preyed upon or anything of the sort. Frankly, you are trying not to get ahead of yourself about what the rest of the night might bring.

An impromptu jam session with his old bandmates has you feeling even more surreal. If someone had told you yesterday that you would get a private concert with Elvis Presley and his former band, you would have laughed at them. You find yourself unable to take your eyes off him and how he seems to get completely lost in the music, and you right along with him. His gritty baritone combined with the sensual way he tackles each song has warmth pooling in your belly. Despite the cranked-up air conditioning, you find yourself sweating and parched, especially in the moments he smiles in your direction.

You aren’t sure how much time passes, only that you feel the heady exhaustion of being up too long coupled with an uncharacteristic hungry adrenaline running through your veins. When the jam session ends, you are both disappointed and exhilarated for what might come next.

Don’t get your hopes up, you remind yourself. This night has been amazing no matter what happens next.

“Did you enjoy that, Moonlight?” he leans over and whispers in your ear. It tickles you and sends a shiver down your spine.

You nod. “Oh, yes.” It comes out more breathless than you’d like.

You feel him smile against your cheek. “Are you up for teaching me more of that sonata, honey?” he asks. It’s an innocent enough request but you can’t tell exactly what his motivations are, though for the first time in your life, you’re not sure it matters.

“Of course,” you say quietly, starting for the piano in the corner of the living space.

His warm hand catches yours, and you look back, surprised, as he shakes his head and pulls you in the opposite direction.

Your heart threatens to beat out of your ribcage as he leads you down the hall and into what you assume is his private suite. It’s not until he closes the door and you realize that you are utterly alone with him that you feel a glimmer of trepidation.

It must read on your face because he jumps in to reassure you. “Oh, honey, I just want to get to know you better, away from the rest of them. I’d never hurt you or make you do anything you didn’t want to do. Honestly, I don’t want the other guys ribbing me…they don’t go for the classical stuff,” he says quietly, looking away, and you think there might be a little pink rising on his cheeks.

His sincerity is palpable, and you certainly never expected him to be bashful about playing classical music. There’s a softness to him now, almost a shyness, that wasn’t present moments ago around all his entourage. It is like a yearning for one-on-one connection, and this part of him melts all your reservations and tugs at your heartstrings.

“Well, I do…go for the classical stuff, I mean,” you say quietly. You smile and squeeze his hand reassuringly as his deep blue eyes find yours again.

He looks giddy as he leads you to the second piano in the house, a baby grand in the far corner of the large suite. You sit down, opening the lid, and he slides in beside you. The heat of him rolls around you, the smell of his cologne and a day’s worth of sweat combining into an alluring combination that perks up your senses.

“Show me what you remember,” you say, and he starts to play, long, nimble fingers gliding gracefully over the keys. It amazes you that he committed everything you showed him earlier to memory so fast and so accurately. Something about it tightens a coil low in your belly. Unsure whether it’s your attraction to him physically or musically that has you so aroused, you swallow hard as he finishes abruptly.

You shake it off as best you can as you show him more of the movement, hoping the music might quell the buzzing in your veins. You go through it a few times, getting a little lost in the notes, as you tend to do. It only serves to stoke the fire in you when he picks up what you’ve shown him so quickly.

He finishes a phrase, and you move to show him the next, but his hand suddenly covers yours. Surprised, you look over at him to find his oceanic eyes searching your face so intimately that warmth blooms across your chest and your breath catches in the silence.

Slowly, Elvis leans over, cups your cheek gently, and kisses you. It’s almost chaste the way his incredibly soft lips press into yours and your surprise is so great that by the time you register what is happening, he is already pulling away.

His eyes open slowly, those lashes fluttering along with the fluttering in your heart and belly. Shock has you outwardly frozen but it’s as if he lit every one of your nerve endings on fire with the touch of his lips.

He must register your surprise as hesitance because his gaze changes to something akin to apologetic.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya. I shouldn’t’ve—”

Before he can get the rest of that sentence out, your body miraculously obeys you and you unfreeze. Boldly cupping his jaw with both hands, you pull him back to you and plant your lips on his.

It surprises both of you, and it’s a second before either of you relaxes into the kiss. This permission is all it takes, however, and then his mouth is languidly searching yours and his arms are wrapping around you to pull you close. Soft, short kisses alternate with longer more passionate ones, and you feel utterly spellbound by him, every inch of your body aware and alert to his.

Never in your life have you been kissed so well or so thoroughly. It’s as if the music in his soul must find a physical outlet, and the way he explores and opens you up to him is like him playing a new instrument. When his tongue rolls softly against your lower lip, you can’t suppress the low moan that comes out of you, causing you to open your mouth. He accepts the invitation readily, expertly, and the wet plushness of his tongue slowly begins exploring.

The warmth that sparkles and blooms across your chest travels lower still, sparking fires as it goes, until you feel your pulse throbbing between your legs. It’s nearly unbearable the way he stokes you without hardly trying. You’ve never felt so aroused so quickly or so completely.

Your eagerness is impossible to contain, your fingers buried in that luxuriously soft hair at the base of his neck, your body rolling towards his of its own accord, as if magnetized. You follow his rhythm, meeting his music with your own.

When he pulls back to trail kisses down your jaw, you are left breathless and clutching the lapels of his half-unbuttoned shirt. The nuzzle of his nose on your cheek as he finds and licks the tender spot behind your ear leaves you gasping. Pleased, he does it again and your entire body shudders.

Every inch of you yearns to be consumed by him. It’s never felt like this, not with any man you’ve been with. Those were fumbling amateurs playing one handed melodies in comparison to the symphony Elvis is invoking. While he is leading and in control, you sense as much eagerness from him as there is in you. It’s reassuring and flattering all at once.

There is an embarrassing amount of slick between your legs already, soaking the cotton of your panties and leaving you clenching your thighs together in search of friction. He must notice this as he kisses down your throat and across your décolletage because then he’s looking up at you for permission with those pink, swollen lips and dreamy bedroom eyes.

It’s unspoken, but you nod and he continues his sweet journey, one hand deftly unzipping the back of your dress while his lips follow gravity as it slips down your arms and reveals your chest. Pushing the fabric off and to your waist, his hand is then hot against your bare stomach. He hums in approval when his mouth finds the swell of your breasts that spill from your simple, beige bra.

A low whine escapes you. His apt response is to thumb your nipple to attention through the thin satin before lapping at the bud with his tongue. The result is a jolt of electricity shooting straight into your core, sending you clutching his neck and writhing against him. Expertly, he undoes the clasp in the back and abandons your bra to the floor in what must be a well-practiced motion based on the speed of it.

Goosebumps rise across your now fully exposed flesh, both from the cool air in the room and the way his fingers brush so lightly over your breasts. He seems pleased with the way your nipples stand at attention under his heated gaze. You don’t have the wherewithal to feel your usual self-consciousness; instead, the sight of his pupils blown black with arousal has you shivering with nothing but anticipation.

The combination of the way his tongue darts between his lips as he lightly pinches the hardened buds has you begging for more. “Please,” you moan and that’s all it takes before he’s lathing his tongue over and around the sensitive nubs, palming the fullness of your breasts. You can hardly stand it, how everything he does makes your body sing and want to scream his praises.

A quizzical look crosses your features though when he stops his ministrations and slides to his knees on the carpet on his side of the bench. For a second you are worried something you’ve done something to hurt or displease him, but when he beckons you towards him at the end of the bench with such arousal in his eyes it nearly knocks you over, you obey without a thought.

Elvis scoots you forward and kisses your belly, sending a new wave of tingles over you. He removes one of your low-heeled pumps and then the other, ghosting kisses along your ankles before running his large hands up the smoothness of your pantyhose, pushing your dress up with them. As if under a spell, you can’t help the way your legs fall open for him when his thumbs drag up the insides of your thighs. The little coy smirk that graces that beautiful face when he feels the damp that has soaked through to the gusset of your hose has your cheeks flushing and your lips parting.

You can’t bring yourself to be too embarrassed at how wet you are because the pleased look on his face at the discovery makes you feel like you’ve won the lottery. He pulls on the waistband, forcing you to lift your hips, before gently rolling the hose down your legs until they are off and discarded on the floor.

What you don’t expect is how he begins peppering soft kisses up your now bare calves, at the inside of your knees, and then up your inner thighs.

A swell of panic hits the farther up he goes, and you jerk up, unsure of what exactly he’s meaning to do. The men you’d been with in the past had been rather direct about the whole thing—once the clothes were off, they buried their pecker inside you and thrust above you, all with varying levels of success in getting you off as they did so.

But not a single one had kissed up your thighs and spread them open with a hungry and expectant look like the one Elvis had now.

Looking down at him, confused, you ask, “What are you doing?” in a voice that is a little too apprehensive for your liking, but you need to know.

He cocks his head at you a moment, as if trying to determine your level of seriousness. Then his eyes shine with understanding and in that low, Southern drawl of his says the downright naughtiest thing you’ve ever had a man say to you: “You ain’t never had a man take good care of your kitty before, have ya? Give her all the love and attention she deserves?” He runs a fingertip lightly over the wet cotton at your center and you shiver.

He can’t possibly mean what you think he means.

You must be gaping because he rises on his knees and catches your lips with his own before breathing, “Close that pretty mouth baby or you’re liable to catch flies up in there.”

You are speechless, unable to form words, but the question is written all over your face.

He leans back on his knees with a contemplative smile. “That sweet little kitty of yours ain’t never been eaten, has she, baby?”

Oh my god.

It’s all you can do to bite back a moan and shake your head at him.

He looks positively gleeful about this development, his shining eyes taking on a whole new level of arousal. Then he seems to notice your trepidation and reigns himself in.

“That okay with you, baby?” he asks.

You had never even considered it an option before, or that a man might like to do such a thing. Maybe he’s teasing you? Suddenly you feel very conscious of the mechanics of the act and breathlessly mumble, “You don’t…you’re sure?”

“Oh, I am.” The smile of anticipation on his face seems to echo the sentiment.

The enticing thought of that beautiful mouth of his being down there on you outweighs your uncertainty and prudishness. You nod your head. “O-Okay.”

You’ve never seen a man look so thrilled at the thought of being between your legs as Elvis Presley is. “Don’tcha worry, I’m gonna take real good care of ya,” he says comfortingly. “You just lie back and relax and let me make you feel good, honey.” Then he places a kiss just under the waistband of your panties and you let out a little sigh.

The piano bench feels slightly warm on you bare back as you lay down. Elvis, grabbing under your thighs, pulls you to the edge, and your heart resumes its pounding. You truly can’t believe any of this is about to happen and steel yourself for him to rip off your underwear and go to town.

But he doesn’t.

No, he takes his time warming you up, as if he’s trying to get you used to the idea. He kisses down one hip then trails down the panty line. You tense the closer he gets to your core but then he only ghosts a breath over it before jumping to the other leg and kisses up the crease on that side. The ticklish sensation is almost too much to bear as he works his way up to the waistband again.

You are panting by the time his mouth is grazing from your belly button downwards, pressing into the soft curls beneath the fabric. He stops just short of that forbidden little spot where your aching clit resides, and you push up on your elbows to shoot him a look.

A grin spreads over his features, his eyes narrowed like a crocodile’s and full of desire and he watches you intently as he finally places a light kiss over that sensitive little button.

The sensation is nothing like anything you’ve felt before and the whole scene has your body flaming white hot. You don’t recognize the low mewl that erupts from your lips and the only thing keeping you from throwing your head back is the way his eyes are locked on yours, as if feeding off your reaction. Then he uses his perfect nose to nuzzle into it before placing a firmer kiss there.

“Elvissss,” you whine, unable to keep from throwing your head back this time.

“You like that, baby? I barely even started,” he speaks, his hot breath puffing over the slicked core of your panties. He kisses down, down until over your entrance, where he then tongues the fabric, pressing it up and into you.

“Honey, you’ve done soaked right through,” he murmurs.

You’re not sure if he’s speaking to you or directly to your pussy. You’re not sure you care for the way you moan, the way your body shudders and writhes, suddenly starving for anything he’s willing to give.

“Lemme see how pretty she is,” he says, and God, if his filthy yet somehow sweet words aren’t stroking you in such a way that you wonder if you could come from his lilting voice alone. He pulls your underwear to the side, finally baring yourself to him, and he whistles.

“Just lovely, and all weepy for me, too,” he says, voice thick with lust now.

The anticipation has your heart racing and your fingers clawing at the wooden bench with a whimper.

“Okay, baby, I hear ya,” he murmurs kindly, then hooks his fingers in the sides of your panties and finally slides them down and off your legs. Then his hands are pushing them apart and his tongue is lightly skimming up your folds.

You gasp at the soft and silky feeling, unready even despite his preparations. When he circles your clit and then kisses it, bare this time, you are so aroused you’re afraid you might weep. But the teasing is done, and he tests you expertly. His tongue flattens and takes in the full breadth of you, licking a stripe up your pussy that sends your hips rolling.

He seems to gauge every reaction carefully, giving equal and alternating attention to every piece of you. Nipping, suckling, and kissing your swollen clit into submission and just when you think that heated coil in your belly might snap you in two, he moves down and kisses through your folds. When he laps at the arousal dripping from your tight little hole, tongues it, and then plunges it inside of you, you find yourself screaming out his name.

You can feel him smile and hum at your response, the vibrations adding entirely new sensations to the slew of new sensations you are feeling. He thumbs at your clit as he laps at your hole, and you think you might hyperventilate with how fast you’re breathing and how hot you feel.

So completely attuned to you, he pulls back and gives you a break, despite your whimpering protests. His full lips are swollen pink and slick down to his chin with you, and when his lip curls up into a knowing but almost bashful smile, you think this might be the eighth wonder of the world.

“You alright? I’m doin’ okay?” he asks, his left eyebrow quirking.

You giggle, almost drunkenly even though you’re entirely sober, because the question is so absurd but sweet of him. “Yes, yes, yes,” you say, words slurring.

“Okay, good,” he says, nodding. Then he rises on up on his knees and commands you forward with a come-hither motion so deft and quick, it has you drooling.

You are powerless to resist and push your dazed self to your elbows on the bench. He meets you halfway, kissing you deeply, lewdly letting you taste the tang of yourself on his lips. Distracted as you are by his wandering mouth, you aren’t ready for the way he slides two of those perfectly long musician’s fingers up through your silky folds and deep into your wet heat.

A shocked gasp quickly turns into a moan that he swallows with another kiss. He begins ever-so-slowly pumping those fingers into you and the rough pad of his thumb circles that sensitive bundle of nerves at the hood of your sex.

“Goddamn, you’re so perfect, so tight,” he breathes into your mouth.

You can’t stop the shiver that ripples through you. “I-It’s been a-awhile,” you pant. You can’t help but look down and watch the way he works you.

“Don’t you worry, baby. I gotchu,” he purrs, then curves his fingers just so and the pleasure that courses through you has you crying out.

Your brain is fuzzy, with only one thing on its mind. Luckily, Elvis seems to be reading it because he smiles that coy smile and returns those full lips of his to your clit.

For a moment you think you might die from the intensity of the sensations he’s procuring from you. Seems an awful lot like God gave him long fingers and a full mouth not only for music, you think. Though the way he’s playing you right now and the noises he’s coaxing out of you makes it seem like a whole different type of song he’s expert at.

The way he traces and flicks and suckles your clit, coupled with the obscene sounds coming from the way he’s fingering your pussy has you writhing on the bench and gripping his beautiful hair in your hands.

More, more, more, is the only thought left.

He hums against you with one last kiss and a wildly accurate thrust and curve of his fingers. The coil inside you explodes, then white-hot, full-body shudders violently overtake you as you silently scream and hold onto him for dear life as to not fly away into the stratosphere.

Your orgasm is utterly mind altering and earth shattering.

“Good job, lil’ girl,” Elvis coos, soothing you through the aftershocks with a lathing tongue.

You can’t think straight enough to respond, only whimpering from the empty feeling when he removes his fingers, then gasping again when he laps at the arousal pouring out of your core.

It’s all too much, and, overstimulated, you whine and clench and pull at him.

He sits up again, between your legs, looking mighty pleased with himself. “Come ‘ere, darlin’,” he says, pulling you up by your arms and sliding you onto his lap. Boneless and naked (save for the dress bunched in a ring around your waist), your legs fall open, easily straddling his hips. Your hands grip at his shirt and you bury your head into his neck, still dizzy with release.

He holds you steady. “Didja like that? Your kitty all happy and purrin’ now?” he whispers in your ear, sending a new set of shivers down your spine. All you can manage is a pleased hum and a nod. You kiss his neck, tasting salt on his tanned skin.

A soft moan escapes his lips at that. Suddenly, you become quite aware of the hardness in his slacks, pressing up near your swollen folds. The embers of your arousal have not died, and you kiss his neck again while slowly rolling your hips into his.

Groaning, he tightens his arms around you, holding you to him. You nip at the throbbing pulse point on his neck and are reminded just how talented and famous these hips of his are when he rolls them back into you in response. He’s rock hard, straining against his zipper, the tip of him bumping against your sensitive clit. You moan and find his rhythm, feeling the wetness between your thighs start to soak through the fabric of his slacks, creating a delicious friction.

Elvis pants heavily in your ear, murmuring curses and praises as he grinds into you. At this rate, you think he might come in his pants, which just won’t do. Not with the way your pussy is buzzing, and that coil is tightening again in your belly. No, you need him inside you. You need him to fill you.

You use what little returning strength you have and rise on your knees, away from his needy cock. The man actually pouts, his lower lip jutting out with a desperate little whine and it is so alluring you almost forget what you’re trying to do. You place a finger over his lips to quiet him, then set to the task of trying to undo his lavish belt and zipper.

Once he understands, he races to help, making much quicker work of the whole thing and finally his cock springs free. It’s quite long, and the deep pink tip peeking out of his silky foreskin is already shiny and weeping with precum. Of its own accord, your finger slides over his slit, circling the slick tip and spreading the wetness gathered there. He hisses. You bring your finger to your mouth, tasting the salty musk of him.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, his hand palming his length. He gives it a pointed tug, then another, his lips falling open as he watches you.

He’s gorgeous in every way and it’s almost intimidating the way he looks at you with such open and vulnerable lust. You can’t bring yourself hold back or tease any longer, needing desperately to give him all of you, to give him what he needs. Hovering over him, you help line him up, then slowly descend onto his cock.

You are plenty wet—he’s seen to that—but even still, the stretch of him burns. It’s been too long since a man has been inside you like this and he is much longer than you anticipated.

A quiet, “Oh, oh, oh,” is all you manage to puff out as you bob slightly up and down, taking a little bit more of him with each tiny pump. He presses gentle kisses everywhere he can reach and murmurs encouraging praises with each inch that you conquer.

By the time you settle on the hilt of him, snug in his lap, you’re both groaning. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders because you are so full of him you don’t know what to do. You’ve never been so gorged and the pressure is a little frightening.

“Snug as a bug in a rug,” he slurs happily, letting you adjust around him. “Little Elvis likes you lots and lots, baby. S’like you were made just for him.”

“Little Elvis? H-He’s not so little,” you say with wide eyes, then giggle a little, which causes you to gasp from the tightness below and how it makes you clench even harder around him.

He groans. “If ya keep doing that, he’s not gonna last very long, darlin’.”

You try to move, but in this position and after that orgasm, you feel weak and a little like he’s spearing you in two. You’re almost too full, and the angle is not quite right. You wiggle in his lap, your brow furrowed, as your arms grow tighter around his neck. A low whine escapes your throat.

He notices your distress. Petting your hair, he babytalks at you, which under other circumstances might be strange for a grown man, but it comes so naturally to him somehow it both comforts and arouses you, “Oh, shh, shh, baby, s’okay. He’s a widdle much for ya, ain’t he? Sometimes he gets too ‘cited and gets ahead of ‘imself. But he’s gonna take real good care of ya, I promise.”

And with that, he gingerly shifts sideways, leans forward, and lays you down on the plush carpet under the piano. The movement has him sliding partially out of you, giving you some relief from the bursting sensation, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding. Your body relaxes.

He looks so gorgeous above you, with his raven hair falling in his eyes and a soft, bashful smile gracing his lips. You can’t help but smile back at him.

“That better?” he asks.

You nod.

Leaning down, he nuzzles your nose, then places soft kisses on your mouth. He coaxes you back to him, the heat building between you with each deepening kiss. So focused on the rolling of his tongue against yours, you don’t even realize he’s pressing deeper into you until he’s nestled almost completely, but much more comfortably between your legs.

You sigh contentedly into his mouth. The pressure still has you feeling full, but in a delicious, silky way this time as you finally relax around him. He rolls his hips smoothly, the strokes slow and deliberate, in time with the movement of his lips. Each stroke is better than the last as your increased arousal combined with his own slickens your inner walls.

“There she is,” he moans quietly into the crook of your neck.

That feeling is back, a chant of want, want, want running through your brain as the tension and fire in your belly begin to grow once more. When he bottoms out this time, your punctuated, “Ah!” is from pleasure and not discomfort. He’s managing to hit places inside you that you didn’t know existed.

You writhe under him, starting to meet his thrusts with your own, trying as you might to find that perfect spot he keeps slipping past. If only you had the right leverage…

It comes to you once you’ve hitched your legs up around his svelte waist. You lift your hips and plant your bare feet against the grainy wooden underside of the piano, meeting his next thrust with your leveraged one. It sends him deeper, driving into that little spot just perfectly. You keen.

“Oh, goddamn,” he moans along with you.

Each thrust seems deeper than the last with your legs pressing up like this. They shake from the exertion, but it’s worth every ounce of effort for the way you feel driven into the earth by his cock. Sweat drips off his face and onto yours as he showers your body with pleasure you didn’t know existed.

He thumbs your clit, timed perfectly with the piston of his hips, and you can barely breathe at the sensation. Gasping, your entire body shudders of its own accord as you hurtle towards another release.

“I…I…I…” is all you can seem to manage as your second climax starts to crest, and he grunts with effort above you, his eyes glassy with unbridled desire.

He mutters a string sweet filth that only fuels you forward, slurring and panting, “Oh, fuck, yes…such a good yittle kitty…good girl for me…look atchu taking ‘im so deep…never been s’deep…Jesus, I can see ‘im in your belly.”

You both look at the swell of your abdomen on the next thrust and this time he holds you flush against him so you can see the tip of Little Elvis bulge out the slightest bit. The moan you let out is obscene. Holding you at the waist, he doesn’t let your hips down, instead running the palm of his hand over the protrusion while he flicks your clit furiously. Then he presses down at the same time he thrusts as hard and as deep as possible.

Your climax hits so hard and so fast that it knocks the breath out of you, leaving you gasping his name, “Elvis, Elvis, Elvis!” Flaming white stars flash behind your eyelids as you flutter and clench around his length. Molten fire spreads from your core outward. You shudder and claw at him, at the bottom of the piano, at anything that will keep you tethered to reality while the rest of you shatters into a million pieces beneath him.

“Good girl, s’good fo’me,” he praises you through it, losing himself to you as you come apart.

You feel his hips start to stutter into you again because a primal need has him beyond the point of waiting any longer. Somehow, through shivering aftershocks, you have the wherewithal to force your eyes open, even as the rest of your body goes slack. He looks like Adonis in the throes of passion, his full and swollen lips falling open. In one fell swoop, he drops your hips and pulls his considerable length from you, his knowing hand pumping his slick-covered cock with expert precision.

Watching him come is a marvel and you make yourself commit this moment to memory, knowing it will fuel your arousal for years to come. He tenses above you, those sapphire eyes fluttering closed. Shivering tension ripples over him with a choked cry and through gritted teeth. Thick and warm white ropes erupt and splatter over your torso and you moan along with him. Then his eyes pop open pointedly as he watches himself cover you with his seed. The poignant, dramatic end of a brilliant symphony.

“F-fuck,” he pants, finishing off with another shiver. Exhausted, he catches himself just before crushing you with his weight, instead pressing his sweaty brow into yours. Your hot, heavy breaths mingle as you both try to come back down to Earth. He nuzzles his nose into yours before kissing your cheeks and your mouth.

Eventually, you find your words. “That was…incredible,” you say breathlessly, with no exaggeration.

He pulls back to look at you, with a goofy, pleased grin. “I told you I’d take care of you, Moonlight. And boy oh boy, was that a neat trick with the piano there…that part of your classical trainin’?” he says, blowing a lock of hair out of his eyes.

“Putting that college degree to good use,” you say with a giggle.

His eyes go wide and then he laughs—a musical, beautiful, contagious sound—which fills your heart up in a way you don’t quite understand.

He crawls back and helps you out from under the piano. Your back is rubbed raw from the carpet, which he kisses gently with apology, but you barely feel the sting. You are too dazed and relaxed to worry about much of anything.

When he helps clean you up and pulls you into his big bed, slotting you in next to him, you want to savor every minute. How he smells delicious and masculine, how the heat of his long body envelops your own—you want to remember everything.

Exhausted, you fall fast asleep, sated and cared for, knowing that you’ll never, ever be the same.

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[artycomicfangirl]

Do you have some headcanons of Daisy's and Luigi's love languages they display in the relationship?

Oh man, you know what? You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for an ask like this since…well, Ever! I LOVE these kind of things! I had to do a quick research to brush up on what Love Languages are again. So I took inspiration from some templates I found online. Sprinkled in with a little bit of the Movie-Verse Headcanons.

I guess this is a potential Part 1 of Luaisy headcanons? All because I’m unfortunately not able to list them all as of now!

But, Here we go! Hope you enjoy. Sorry if this ends up being a super long one though, haha.

- Acts of Service -

💚 Luigi would be more than happy and willing to tend to any Plumbing relate problems Daisy has. This is one of the only few times where even if he doesn’t even know the full situation of the problem, he never says no to her needing help, and dives head first without hesitation…

• Even if it means literally diving into that now rising flooding castle basement of hers, just to locate and fix that pesky broken pipe system!

🌼 💚 Cooking for each other. Unlike when I think Peach lovingly does most, if not all of the cooking for Mario. Cooking seems to become a thing divided equally between Luigi and Daisy.

• Luigi is known to be the best at Dinners. Some of his experience gained from helping his Mama back in Brooklyn growing up. And helping Mario cook too. One of his favorite meals he always loves to share with Daisy on occasion, is his mother’s classic Pasta recipes!

🌼 Plumbing can be real exhausting work sometimes! So Daisy is usually the one to fix up some either some real ice-cool drinks to personably bring to him in sweltering heat. Or Make him some hot cocoa or coffee for the really cold days. She’ll even bring some snacks, or even lunch if it’s almost time for a break.

🌼 Whenever she can be there, Daisy would always sit around and keep Luigi company while he worked. Also for the fact so she can pass him tools that he might need during work. Or even better, hold the fort as best as she can to prevent little mishaps that may occur. Need someone to hit a pipe to get it working? Need an extra set of strength to turn that creaky faucet? Trust Daisy to help out too!

- Physical Touch -

💚 Luigi is so, so, SO gentle with Daisy. Not in a way where he believes that she is perceived to be ‘Delicate’. He has faith that she can handle herself of course! But that’s just simply in his nature with everyone else too. Very little to no aggressive or intimidating body language. And with her? It’s just extra sweet.

• He knows she’s strong. But he can’t help but be the one to look out for her and be worried for her sometimes. When he sees her all scuffed up from fights, he offers to bring her water, ointment, bandages, whatever she requests. At first he allows her to try and heal herself. But If Daisy needs more help, he would step in to help tend to her wounds as much as possible.

💚 Luigi was is the most nervous and hesitant in initiating any form of touch at first. He didn’t want to make the wrong moves or anything! But upon the first hug and some vocal encouragement, it was a sign for him that he is on the right track.

He slowly gets more confident in holding hands with her, having an arm around her waist (Although, he can’t help but melt a little at the fact that he could be THIS close to someone he loves!)

💚 Kisses on his nose get’s him all smiley right away! Daisy ends up doing these out of surprise, and it just gets him so much. Kiss him on the cheek? Instantly giddy. She kisses him on the lips? Immediate knockout. He’s giving the Heart-eyes vibe. This is Something he shares in common with his bro too!

💚 When Luigi sees Daisy on the verge of lashing out at someone. He’s the first to quietly take her hand in his to gently squeeze it. This either gets her to look at him, which he gives a nod and look of reassurance for her to think things through. Or it’s almost like an instant touch that needs no words nor looks. But it has an instant affect on her. She rarely gets directly angry at him ever. How can she be mad at someone just so sweet to her? She knows he genuinely wants to help her.

• Sometimes he chooses to gently rub her hands instead. Also an equally effective calming effect.

💚 If Daisy ever feels down or at her worst, he more than welcomes her with open arms, and does not ever judge her for crying (something she rarely ever shows in public. Always putting a strong face.) It matters very little to him in the moment that his hat or clothes would be tear-soaked.

💚 Speaking on the note of a Sad Daisy. There are a few trigger moments which if you end up hurting Daisy, can make this sweet and timid Greed Plumber, decide that enough is enough. There is a reason why his Trope is known as a ‘Cowardly Lion’!

💚 He will try to place himself in front of her always. Whether it is him jumping in front of her to take whatever brunt of force was directed at her without thinking. Or steeling himself up to give stare down (albeit with quaking knees) in front of his enemy.

He starts of with a slight quiver in his voice. But if you continue to mock him or her a second time, the shakiness in his tone fades. Becoming a bit more determined. A quiet strength. At that point, he will not allow you to push him around and insult Daisy like that. Even if he might get knocked around a bit, he keeps getting back up, just to stand up for her.

💚 He’ll even try to use his hat at some points if he needs to cover her face more for protection.

💚 For some reason I feel like instead of usually carrying a Princess Bridal-style like Mario does. Luigi tends to carry Daisy on his back more. This often leads to escaping from some very comical situations!

🌼 Daisy is DEFINITELY the one who is not shy in expressing her affections naturally. But also really straightforward in her actions.

🌼 Ever experienced one of those surprise Run-at-top-speed Jump hugs? That’s Daisy for you! She often forgets to tone herself down sometimes.

🌼 Pulling him by the suspenders of his overalls gently just to kiss him.

🌼 She’s the one ending up carrying him like a bride instead HA

🌼 Like Luigi, Daisy is always one to step in front of her beloved to shield them from any potential danger. She is usually the one to Yank him out of the way with top speed (Apologizing immediately to him afterwards!) and pull him close to her body to try and cover and protect him as much as possible.

🌼 You would not be able to live it down if Daisy sees you harming or insulting Luigi. She is super quick on to you, ready to throw hands (And weapons, if in a fight)

🌼 She and Mario share the same kind of sentiments when it comes to standing up for Luigi.

“Say that again about my Boyfriend…And you’re gonna regret it!”

- Words of Affirmation -

🌼 Daisy is the one with the vast supply of pet names and complements!

🌼 The Iconic “Hey Sweetie!”

🌼 Buttercup, Honey-Bee, Weegie, Squeegie ect

🌼 If you don’t stop her, she may resort to floral Puns!

🌼 When it comes to support, she is like a really passionate cheerleader. You would definitely see her yelling her heart out at the sidelines of any event/competition/Kart race

🌼 When she writes notes or letters, Daisy tends to be the one who draws little doodles at the end of each letter, or just as little decorations here and there. Mario may or may not have accidentally revealed that he had caught Luigi chuckling at a letter he received from Daisy. Only to be told by his younger Bro that he found her drawings adorable and it made him smile. So she’s been doing that ever since!

💚 Luigi is a bit more reserved with this type of thing. But in fact, he is secretly the more poetic one! Surprisingly The type who’s words of love end up being a natural Cupid’s arrow.

💚 I see ‘Desert Flower’ as a popular head canon compliment he might say, and I also agree with that!

💚 Why do I feel like he would totally be the one to call her “My Dynamite Gal”??? When he’s mustered up so much confidence??

• Because Luigi is known to be more shy and timid, he does have more struggles with confidence in some parts. Leading to this possible little interaction:

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💚 “ Face it…How can I even do this? I’m such a loser! I mean, look! I literally got a huge L on my head!”

🌼 “…Does It really have to mean Loser?”

💚 “H-huh? I-I…well what else can it be?”

🌼 “Well…put it this way. You’re kinda like a Clover!”

💚 “A…Clover?”

🌼 “Yeah! You ward off evil. You’re green all over. So How about…Lucky?”

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- Quality Time -

💚 Luigi ends up loving taking strolls around the castle with Daisy. Whether it is in the Palace Gardens, or by lakes and rivers. Even Flower fields, where he’ll even attentively listen to her pointing out the new things.

💚 Luigi May end up getting challenged when he goes out on hiking trips with Daisy. The first few trips, he ends up faltering behind a little (He has bad knees everyone!), But Daisy would often slow her pace down a little so he can keep up. She doesn’t mind one bit. But overtime, he pushes to improve himself, in which he now is actually able to keep up by her side. She’s extremely proud of him

💚🌼 The Camping trips together are always fun though! Well, excluding some Minor scares and freak outs from the local wildlife at night. Luigi Teaching Daisy the classic treat of making a S’more. While Daisy would do something shared from her own land sometimes!

🌼 Daisy loves whenever she and Luigi get to go on one of their ‘Sports dates’, and is usually the one initiating these meetups (Knows all the good places!) while Luigi throws in suggestions. Usually consisting of Golfing especially. She is more knowledgeable in the technique, which she ends up teaching Luigi what she already knows. She likes to jokingly say that he’s “Learning from the best!”

🌼 If they end up moving in together and sharing the same bed, Daisy would be the type to wake up a bit earlier than Luigi does. Then goes back again to get some extra sleep hours. She has this little habit where she can’t help but give a little kiss on his cheek by then. If he continues to sleep, she lets him be. But if he ends up wanting to be woken up by this, she starts to go in for more kisses. Some of them are quick ticklish to him!

All until she’s gazing back at sleepy half-open eyes, A lopsided smile, and a very happy green Plumber who’s morning has just been made even better!

💚 On Luigi’s part, he’s the one who sleeps the last. Letting Daisy sleep first before him, as he sometimes has a bit of work he needs to attend to. Or just simply reading a few pages of his favourite book beside her.

• When he notices a lock of her hair astray on her face, he ends up brushing it aside for her. In that moment, he seriously cannot believe that this beautiful fiery woman is his beloved, and is right next to him.

- Receiving Gifts -

💚 It is a popular head canon going around that Daisy is very into gardening. So, Luigi would even go out of his way to brush up on said topics about Gardening and nature just for Daisy. Same thing that he would do when it comes to her other interests, just so he knows what to get her!

💚 He has really great callback memory, in which he is able to remember most of the conversations he would have with Daisy when she talks about various plants. Including seeds and flora she wishes she could obtain to grow in her castle Garden. So! Every often, he would visit the local markets or shops in the town, where he would check up all the latest imports/exports to see if he can find some uncommon, or even rare seeds for him to collect for her. If it’s something from Brooklyn, he most likely tries to buy seeds of flowers for her smaller pot plants!

If he goes on adventures with Mario, he does something similar where he collects various trinkets or souvenirs for him to take home for her, or send to her by mail.

🌼 Daisy is definitely more extravagant, and a bit more ‘flashy’ when it comes to gift giving. She does not do this to show off. She 100% fully believes that her believed deserves the best he can get…Even if it ends up giving him the biggest of blushes. And just so happens she can’t stop gushing about it either in her own way!

🌼 Actually at first, she might have been giving him ‘Weird’ gifts for the first few times when they became a couple. They’re not offensive gifts! But they were a result of her having misunderstood some of his hobbies and likes at the beginning. But never in bad faith, as she genuinely tried to guess what would make Luigi happy. But luckily with help from Peach and Mario, she got good results. And long the way, she started getting better at gift-giving.

🌼 I mean, have you seen that Golden statue of her and Luigi in her own Mario Kart Course? If she was the one who commissioned that, she would totally go THAT far.

🌼 She would go on a secret calling spree, prepare a huge birthday with all of his favorite foods, invite literally all of his friends and family as a complete surprise. Making the Green man crying out of happiness.

🌼 Well, not exactly a traditional kind of gift. But just for him, Daisy would end up wearing cute dresses or other outfits. Something he likes. But that’s because we all can’t deny, Daisy is still Daisy. She still loves to tease Luigi one way or another.

Green Bro may have been staring a little too long, as the Princess walks by in a tank-top and shorts combo!

[femmmie]

A Classic Mistake

The Chosens are rehearsing for Smosh the Sitcom Live. And Spencer and Shayne come up with the scheme to kiss during the show.

Words: 1,243

Genre: fluff, angst, pining, first kiss

Rating: teen I guess, there's kissing lmao

read on AO3: A classic mistake - Japhan2024 - Smosh [Archive of Our Own]

Trevor and Spencer were at Shayne and Courtney's place to rehearse for Smosh the Sitcom Live. They had been at it the entire week, but Shayne had to do a double role as both Krungle AND one of the three Chosens. So he appreciated the guys coming over for some extra preparation.

"It's just one week now," Spencer said, sipping on a Kickstart, which Shayne had specifically bought for him (in bulk).

"Yeah, we've got this, boys," Trevor added.

"It's gonna be a pretty epic show," Courtney peeked their head around the corner and used their Dominic voice. That sent Shayne into a hearty laugh.

"I'm going to go spend the night at my sister's," Courtney continued in a normal voice. "See you guys on Monday!"

"Bye Court!" "Byee," "By honey," they guys chimed. Shayne kissed Courtney goodbye, with a sweet, soft peck on the lips. As the door closed behind them, Shayne turned around, and there was no Shayne to be detected in his demeanor. He was the Chosen.

"Hmmm. It appears we are here to rehearse this hellscape of a show," he began his familiar spiel.

"We have to train and be ready, like we've never been ready before," Trevor declared in his best Chosen tone, staring into the distance.

Spencer continued: "We have to make sure that nobody escapes through the barriers of the literal hellscape, until they have told us their DEEPEST and most hidden secrets."

Shayne shouted: "WE MUST BE PREPARED FOR ANYTHING. NOTHING WILL BREAK US," and at that exact time, a fart sound escaped his phone. Trevor descended into laughter. Shayne's Chosen smirked, content.

"Goddamnit, Chosen," Spence scolded in jest. "Are you still defeated this quickly, by only a single flatulent moment?"

Trevor sighed. "My blade is mighty, but not as mighty as the simple butt-horn." Now it was Spencer's time to snort.

They kept bantering, trying to get each other to laugh. Trevor did little else than wheeze in hysterics. He really tried, it wasn't his fault. And they had a great time. But it was getting late and he wanted to spend the night at his girlfriend's house. So he said goodbye to Shayne and Spencer, and left the house.

"It appears that you and I are the only ones left, to complete our training," Spencer spoke.

"It does appear to be the case," Shayne answered. He was getting quite tired and decided to drop the Chosen for a moment. "Spencer, do you want another Kickstart?"

"Don't mind if I do," Spencer replied, and got it from the fridge himself. "You?" He asked, but Shayne gestured he was full enough.

"It's gonna be a lot, playing two roles." Spencer relaxed into Shayne's couch.

"Absolutely. At some point, the Chosen will have a full face of makeup on. Oh god, the lashes are so heavy, man. Why did I agree to this?"

"You mean why did you think of it yourself?"

"Yeah."

"Who do you think will do the kiss?" Spencer looked at Shayne with a neutral tone, yet *something* shifted the mood in Shayne's living room.

"Uh, well Krungle might do it. Amanda and Ian's chemistry is off the charts."

Spencer nodded in agreement.

Shayne went on: "And they have a whole scene where they're about to do it. Maybe one of them will be like, fuck it, let's go!"

"If Amanda breaks, then it's you who will have to kiss Ian, though."

"Yeah, that would be pretty awkward," Shayne laughed. "Yet hilarious!"

"Ian would haaaate it, dude."

"I'd gladly kiss him, if it will make him that annoyed."

"What about you and Dominic?"

"Well, only if I'm Krungle. Dominic is very straight," Shayne replied, like it was a fact set in stone.

"But it's your-"

"No, not when Courtney's Dominic."

"Oh."

It was quiet for a while. It was getting later and later, but Spencer showed no intention of leaving. And with Courtney gone, Shayne kind of liked the company.

"Maybe we should kiss."

"What?"

Spencer looked at Shayne again in the same way. Somehow it made Shayne blush.

"I mean the Chosens, of course."

"Oh. Wow, that would be... HILARIOUS!" Shayne exclaimed.

Spencer sat up energetically. "Yeah, and it should come out of fucking nowhere."

"You're right..." Shayne was thinking. Where in the script would they fit it in?

"Have you done live kisses before?"

"What? Oh, yeah, plenty," Shayne bluffed. "Have you?"

"Sure. Do you think we should practice, though?"

Shayne swallowed. "I- I guess we have to!"

Another awkward silence.

"Well, maybe we should rehearse it, right now?"

Spencer got up from the couch, and walked up to Shayne. Why did this make Shayne blush even more? He suddenly noticed things about Spencer he'd never noticed before. Like his plump, pink lips, his fuckboy smirk, his luscious curls, what- what the hell was Shayne thinking...

"Right! So, we should do a stage kiss-" Shayne's attempt at a defense was in vain.

"No, a real one. Fans will notice if it's not real."

"Okay, well then, I guess we'll kiss right now?"

Spencer got on his tippy-toes and reached for Shayne's mouth.

It was short and sweet. Shayne nodded. "Yeah, just like that." His heart was racing. Why was it racing?! Of course he knew why. He knew a thing or two about infatuation. And how to act on it and when too ignore it. But he'd never been in a situation where it hit him right during a rehearsal-kiss.

"I think we need to do that a few more times," Spencer insisted. Maybe with the fart sounds. So we know we won't get distracted."

"Yeah! Yeah, you're right. Okay, here we go again..."

This time, Spencer caressed Shayne's jaw, placed his lips squarely on Shayne's, and stayed there for a while. Did he notice Shayne's panicked heartbeat and fast breathing? Shayne fucking hoped not.

"Hehe," Spencer said when they finally broke the kiss, after what seemed like an eternity. "This will for sure get 'em. Or, like the Chosen would say: impressive."

"It.. absolutely will.." Shayne heard himself say.

"One more time just to make sure?"

Shayne nodded, silently thanking the dusk that had fallen, so his red head wasn't so obvious.

Spencer reached for his lips once again, and Shayne felt himself caressing and grabbing Spencer's arm, like he was Amanda - who famously jacked off people's arms - and kissing Spencer deeply, savoring every last second of it. He somehow tasted the Mountain Dew. He felt Spencer's hand grab his neck, pulling them closer.

They were kissing - full tongue now. Shayne was getting desperate. How was he going to explain this to Court? Shayne's hand was lost in a sea of brown curls, while Spencer's hands were searching, working their way around Shayne's shoulders and back. Entirely against his will, a deep moan escaped Shayne's throat- paralyzing him, like he was set in stone, then and there.

Spencer released him. "Better to get this inevitable sexual tension out of the way now, so it won't bother us next week," Spencer euphemized the whole situation, like he had not just carved out Shayne's heart and held it in his bloody hand.

"Mmmyeah.." Shayne took a few steadying breaths. "So, that's what it feels like to be your girlfriend, huh," he managed to joke.

"You know I had to do it to 'em."

"Spencer?"

"Whaddup?"

"Do you think we'll be able to pull this off?"

"I think we need some more practice."

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Theo and Draco meet with Granger

“Tell me, again, why we need Granger?” Draco was picking through a bowl of trail mix left out in a ceramic dish like an offering. He plucked an almond and a chunk of dark chocolate from the mix before popping them into his mouth.

“Other than the fact that it’s her idea?” Theo frowned over at Draco. He was leaning against the the wall of a quaint little office. It was nondescript and snuggled smack dab in the middle of a busy London street. Draco could feel the muggle repelling charms cast on it as they stepped up to the building, along with about a dozen different wards meant to protect the place.

There was no secretary assisting them. Only a charmed, and voice that greeted and alerted them that Miss. Granger would be out shortly. And to have a seat. Help themselves to a snack.

Draco didn’t take a seat but he did help himself to the offered snack.

“Yeah,” Draco grinned at Theo’s frown, and dug around for another piece of chocolate.

“Because she’s brilliant. I think she might be part droid. She sees things in an algorithm, or something. I haven’t seen her fail to crack a complex curse or ward yet.” He cleared his throat and straightened his coat. “Not to mention, she’d probably hex me into next month if I tried to do this job without her.”

He pushed off of the wall and smoothed his coat over.

“That sounds like the Granger I remember.” Draco scooped up a small handful of nuts and chocolates and raisins.

“Not that I would, mind you. I owe the dear my life.”

“Do you?” Draco was eyeing him, a smile still tugging at the edges of his mouth while he chewed.

“I do.” But he didn’t elaborate. He only straightened his collar and then smoothed his hair.

Theo began to pace the small space, watching the door, waiting for the witch to emerge.

“Does she know we’re coming?” Draco took up the spot Theo had abandoned. He leaned against the wall and tracked his friends movements. “Are you nervous? What’s going on?”

Theo shot a glare over his shoulder as he paced toward the door of her office. He spun on the spot and faced. “She’s taking longer than usual.” He frowned.

“Longer than usual?” Draco leaned his head against the wall and fought the smirk fighting to break free. There was something about people’s discomfort that brought him amusement. And it wasn’t ill intent, no. The amusement came from the way he learned people, the way they differed from him was intriguing.

For Draco didn’t outright express his own concerns most of the time. He preferred to sit back, keep his calm and get all of the information before reacting.

“Yes.” Theo spun on his heels again and paced back toward her office door. “Granger is...”

“Bossy? Judgy?”

Theo ignored his quips and ran his tongue along the inside of his lip, still trying to best select the term he meant to use to describe their old school mate.

“Interesting.” He nodded and turned again, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Oh, Theo!” A woman emerged from the door that was now suddenly open.

Long, wavy brown hair pooled around a face that had, Draco thought begrudgingly, aged like a fine wine. Mature and classic in her beauty. Her skin was the color of sienna. Like she spent her spare time lounging in the sun.

Dressed in a pair of simple, elegant black slacks that hugged her full waist, looked at Theo with fondness before her eyes flicked over and found leaning against the wall. Her bright smile dampened, but she didn’t glare at him. Nor did she lob out the insults he had expected her tongue to lash upon him.

Though, as he watched her dig her teeth into her plump little lip, he assumed it would be preferable to what was happening now.

Preferable to the twitch of his cock as he continued to assess the girl he had once bullied.

She wore a white u-neck tee tucked into her pants that clung, almost obscenely, to the curve of her waist, to the rather ample and round set of -

“Draco,” Theo cut into his thoughts and Draco glanced to find his friend frowning disapprovingly at him. “You remember Granger?”

Remember? Draco snorted. How could he forget?

“Of course.” Draco pushed away from the wall and nodded cordially. “Granger, long time no see.”

She lifted her chin and shook her hair back from her face. “Hello, Malfoy.” She lifted a brow as she took him in. He watched, smiling, as he looked him over. His hair, his perfectly tailored suit, the hand that reached out and grabbed another chunk of dark chocolate.

“I once took a glass figurine of a swan from you study. I supposed it’s time I returned it.” Was all she said as she spun and disappeared into her office.

Draco grinned as he chewed, eyes flashing to Theo.

Theo pursed his lips and shrugged before following the witch inside.

“Care for anything to drink? Water, tea?” Granger asked over her shoulder as she went behind a desk and started to rummage through a very muggle filing system. “Wine?” She didn’t give them a chance to respond. “I went on a walk this morning, as you know I like to do, and ended up in this quaint little neighborhood and found myself browsing their market. I ended up finding a lovely bottle of Elf Wine disguised as a muggle Chardonnay. Also,” she spun, file now in hand, "I don’t have tea.”

Theo nodded and settled into the sofa that occupied a section of her office. A comfortable sofa and a lounger were positioned around a coffee table and a fire place in the corner of the office.

“Wine is perfect, love.”

Draco took the empty spot on the sofa beside Theo.

“Malfoy?” She asked as he took the lounger across from them. A bottle of wine and three glasses cracked into existence, settling onto the coffee table. She distractedly flicked her wand and the bottle began to pour into each glass as she opened up the file and started to read.

“None for me, Granger. Thank you.”

Her eyes flicked up from the file. “Do you drink?”

“Only medicinally.” He smiled at her.

“Are you hungry?” She peered at him.

“Are you offering?” She didn’t respond, only flicked her wrist and a plate of tea sandwiches appeared.

Draco’s eyes lit up as he leaned forward to grab one.

Theo kicked his feet up onto the table with a sense of familiarity that caused Draco to frown at the lack of formal mannerism.

“Okay,” She sighed and began to wave her wand around, making intricate little designs that Draco didn’t understand, but the second she pocketed her wand, he felt it.

Some kind of protective ward on the room that was surely impenetrable.

“Was that necessary?” Theo drawled as he lifted his glass to his lips.

She plucked a glass up for herself and leaned back in the lounger with a nod. “I think so.”

Draco popped the remainder of his sandwich into his mouth and didn’t ask questions. After his initial shock at finding out who the target was and the subsequent involvement of Hermione Granger, Draco had found himself intrigued by the job. The lure of such a complex and impossible job was exciting.

“Why Flamel?” Draco asked Granger.

She swallowed her drink of wine and held the glass out to stare at it for a moment.

“Why not?” She asked him.

“He’s one of the most powerful wizards in the entire world.”

“No he is the most powerful wizard in the world.” She shrugged and sent her glass floating from her hand, to settle onto the table. “Nobody that powerful gets there with a clean slate.”

“Certainly.” He agreed. He felt Theo’s glances. His penetrating glare, but he ignored them as he continued to address Granger. “But why does he deserve it more than others?”

Hermione held up the file in her hand. “I assumed Theo informed you already, but you can read over his file, if you like.”

“His file?” He reached for the folder in her hand, only to have her pull it back. “I cannot give it to you until you agree.” She glanced at Theo, communicating with her eyes to the wizard.

Theo reached out and pushed Draco’s hand down to his lap. “He’s in, Granger. But he doesn’t need to see the file. He just wants to know as much about the bloke and as much about you before he starts to plan.”

Granger glanced at Draco before looking back at Theo. She nodded and tossed the file onto the table between them.

Draco didn’t reach for it.

“I dated Flamel for a couple of months.” She announced as she stretched out on the lounger. She kicked off her flats and crossed her legs at the ankles.

“You did?” This was surprising. “Seems the sort of gossip the Prophet would have gone wild with.”

“It wasn’t anything serious, of course.”

“Of course.” Theo rolled his eyes and Draco didn’t fail to notice the frown Granger sent his way.

“Regardless, we kept it under wraps. But it was during this time that I began to grow suspicious of the wizard. He was always having the oddest, most dangerous looking men visiting. Both wizards and muggles alike.”

She combed her fingers through her hair, smoothing it up into a knot atop her head. “He threw these extravagant parties every weekend. She shrugged. “I didn't always go but the last time I did, an executive secretary to the minister himself asked me a question at one of these parties.”

“What question?” Draco floated another sandwich into his hand.

“If I was part of the menu or if I was ordering takeout.” She frowned. “I didn’t know what it meant at first. But then I started to notice that the rest of the attendants were mostly young men and women that were dressed proactively. A sort of dull, dazed look in their eyes. The rest were all men. Many the ones I saw frequenting his home during the week.”

“He was selling them to these men.” Draco nodded.

She nodded. “I ended things that night and that’s when I began to investigate.”

“Why don’t you just turn him over to the DMLE? Or even the Muggle police?”

She scoffed. “Because, like I said, he’s an incredibly powerful wizard. Do you know how many members of the DMLE and the Muggle law enforcement I saw frequenting his home? Besides, I already ensured that the people supplying the sex slaves was arrested and have managed to rescue most of the victims with Harry. However, it’s only a matter of time before he finds a new supplier.” She shook her head and sat up, swinging her legs off of the lounger. “I want to get him where it hurts the most. If I deplete his funds, if we manage to make him realize that he is nothing without his money, we might be able to stop him.”

“But surely, he has more money stashed away? Offshore accounts?”

Granger gestured to the file. “Nothing at Gringotts, but all of his offshore accounts are currently frozen and tied up in investigations by both the American and British governments.” She grinned at Theo.

“You managed to do that?” He looked at Theo who shrugged.

“This job has long been in the making, Draco. This would button it all up quite nicely.”

“How long have you two been at this?”

Hermione glanced away from Theo and slid her feet back into the flimsy black flats.

“together? About a year?” She stood and stretched, lifting her arms high up into the air. The act pushed her chest out and Draco found himself staring.

“Ahem.” Theo’s elbow jabbed into Draco’s arm.

Draco smiled and lifted a brow at his friend, adding a shrug to accentuate that hey, he was only human.

Theo frowned and stood. “Shall we get to work, then?”

[sexilene]

figured its time for sum more chatting!

the springtime angel bombshell!!

makeup & tips to look like a glowing sweetheart angel! its spring! 🤍

here is my spring makeup routine that will leave you looking like a cherub, vs angel, glowing goddess! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

wanna look like this, this spring? 🌸🐇🧁

remember to moisturize, spf and tone before hand! here's what i use as prep 🌸

-charlotte tilbury magic cream or laneige water bank blue hyaluronic cream moisturizer

-beauty of joseon sunscreen relief sun

-lancome hydrating toner or the caudalie natural salicylic acid pore minimzing toner

now for primer here are my go to's (water based)

-charlottle tilbury invisible UV flawless primer SPF 50 ($$$ but heaven!)

-laura mercier pure canvas primer illuminating

-benefit cosmetics porrfessional lite primer water-based (classic, does the job!)

for foundation i usually use a minimal coverage or a skin tint...💁🏼‍♀️ (again, water based 💗)

-charlotte tilbury hollywood flawless filter (can you tell i love charlottle tilbury? lol)

-dior backstage face & body foundation (my forever re-stock)

-dior forever skin glow foundation SPF 15 (love this so so much)

-saie slip tint

-nars light reflecting advanced skincare foundation

concealer!! 💘

-charlottle tilbury beautiful skin medium to full coverage radiant concealer

-huda beauty glowish bright light hydrating sheer concealer

-MILK makeup hydrating concealer

-hourglass vanish™ airbrush concealer (omigodddd!!)

-dior backstage concealer (forever fave)

powders and blush! 🙋🏼‍♀️

-nars powder blush (classic, make sure you get a shade that will give you a rosy almost 'cold' look that matches your skin tone! you wanna look flushed!

-nars afterglow liquid blush

-westman atelier baby cheeks cream blush stick (very 80's)

-GXVE dewyplump collagen boosting cheek tint

-dior forever glow maximizer longwear liquid highlighter (make sure you get it in pink! ik its highlight but it works just the same, glowy and flushed!) 🌸

-drunk elephant rosi glow drops with vitamin f

-too faced cloud crush blurring blush (soft pink!)

-M.A.C mineralize blush (any of the pinks, omigodd woww)

-M.A.C extra dimension blush

-charlottle tilbury mini hollywood blush & glow palette (mix them with ur brush!!)

-givenchy powder

-charlottle tilbury airbrush flawless finish setting powder

-huda beauty bake powder

-hourglass powder

bronzers! wanna look sunkissed!!

-drunk elephant bronzing drops

-hourglass bronzer

-charlotte tilbury filmstar bronzer

-patrick ta bronzer (literally so 80s)

-l'oréal paris true match lumi glotion

setting spray to lock it in!

ive found that this one work best on me and i'm addicted to the smell! but honestly anyone that works best for you should do it! 💕

-charlotte tilbury airbrush flawless setting spray

eye-shadow! you wanna stick to whites, creams, light pinks, light browns

-maybelline expert wear eyeshadow in seashell

-clinique shadow in angel eyes + sugar cane!

-M.A.C eyeshadow in yougurt + blanc type

-too faced natural eyes eye shadow palette (i love this soo much, this is the perfect vibe)

-too faced born this way natural nudes mini eye shadow palette

mascara and lashes! thank goodness i was blessed with amazing lashes lol! i find that if you start by separating the lashes with a semi-dry fluffy mascara, then with a thin brushed mascara, then again with a non-dryed fluffy brush, it works wonders!

-lancome monsieur big volumizing mascara (i loooove thick fluffy brushes)

-too faced better than sex mascara

-lancome lash idôle lengthening & volumizing mascara

-glossier lash slick lift

-hourglass lengthening mascara

i do like to buy the individual natural cluster lashes to place on the outer corner of my eyes to give it that "eyeliner" look, like my lashes are so much longer there and i think it looks so ethereal!

lips! 💋 you want to stick with nudes and pinks, like you just ate red fruit and now your lips are stained, or like a glossed bombshell!

-charlotte tilbury lip cheat liner (ofccc! in pinks and nudes)

-this set ofc!

-too faced lip liner in post-op pink

-any of the pinky/nude nyx creamy long-lasting lip liner

-dior addict lip maximizer plumping gloss in 065 icy blue

-charlotte tilbury collagen lip bath in refresh rose

-fenty beauty gloss bomb universal lip luminizer in FU$$Y

-charlotte tilbury lip lustre in shades blondie, ibiza nights, portobello girl, pillow talk and hall of fame (my signatures)

other tips!! ᥫ᭡‎₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘₊ ⊹

🌸 try and wear mainly white! and def try to mix in some pastels! white makes you look more kind and if you happen to meet the loyl white also gives the wife effect, look it up! its real! 💍

🌸 style your hair! make and effort its fun! you could also add some hair glitter/shine and hair perfume! (i'll make a rec list for these soon!)

🌸 this stuff is like, wow, did you just come back from a tea party at a magical fairy garden where it was raining cotton candy?! ☁️ ☁️

🌸 i find this to be like my little lucky charm and i think it actually works, but, bring around a tiny picture of your fave forest animal and its like all animals love you and i seem to always get the compliment that i would be a woodland flower princess that talks to animals! lol and animal lover always radiates the most angelic glow ugh!!! 💞🐇

🌸 make sure you are keepin up with your hygiene routine and the best no.1 tip is to be kind!! the kindest people are the most beautiful. (ofc when people take advantage of this kindness, pull back bc they obvi do not deserve your presence!)

love ya!

-lene pilar

[haee-elia]

spence-tober: day 16 - wildlife photographer

pairing: wildlife photographer!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which there are two people, a charity auction and ball, and a set of photographs

word count: 1403

warnings: none? very fluffy and flirty, slight plot twist at the end

spence-tober masterlist

It was amazing, completely and utterly amazing how this set of pictures could transport you. Could make you feel as though you were there when it was taken. Could invoke the feelings and memories of the fur and majestic mane that you could swear you felt on your fingertips right this very second. 

But alas, you were not in wild Africa where the picture of the small family of lions was taken. You were dressed to the nines (tens if you do say so yourself) in a deep navy blue one shoulder dress that came down to the floor. Hidden by the floor length dress is a sensible pair of black heels, your favorites as they didn’t hurt your feet in any way. 

Your hair pinned up and out of the way so it wouldn’t get in your eyes where you’re all dolled up with a natural face of makeup, although you did put on false lashes to give your eyes that larger pop of attention you so desired.

To summarize, you looked damn good and you knew it. 

But the feeling of the sequin and sparkly fabric against your skin reminded you of where you actually were, in a nice warmly lit ballroom surrounded by rich people who wanted to seem as though they are charitable. 

As you admired the photo next to the sleeping lion family, you heard and glanced to see a man had walked up near you to also gaze upon the pictures. He, like you, was dressed for the occasion in a nice classic black tux matched with white accents. He’s taller than you and his hair is unkept and the ends fly around his face. 

You bite your lip and decide to take a peek, slightly leaning forward as if to look at the photographs closer but you glance up at his face instead.

There’s a hint of some scruff and a wisp of a mustache on his face. His cheekbones are just as chiseled as the diamonds you saw the older rich women wearing and his chocolate brown eyes are addicting.

You don’t look for too long because he glances at you and you quickly glance away, feeling quite caught in your admiring of the man next to you.

“You’re a fan of animals, I presume.” The man speaks next to you. 

It takes a second to realize he’s the one your speaking to, “Oh, uh, yes. I think wild animals are quite beautiful, majestic even.”

A smile curls on his full lips, “I agree.”

You return the smile meekly and introduce yourself to him, telling him your name and then asking him his own.

“Spencer. My name’s Spencer. Spencer Reid.” He answers you, “What are you doing here tonight?”

Both of your gazes switch to the next picture, a photo of some african painted dogs sunbathing in the hot African sun. 

“I’m a curator for a museum. They sent me to watch over their bids tonight. Transports done so I get to enjoy the rest of the night.” You inform Spencer.

Spencer nods, consuming the information you’ve given him, “And you’ve decided to spend the rest of your night admiring photos of wildlife?” He inquires.

You nod, “There’s something just,” You can’t quite put your finger on it, “so captivating about being able to capture moments like these in the wild. I’d assume you’d have to have extreme patience and tranquility to manage photos like this.”

“Thank you.” Spencer says next. You look at him with a confused expression before his eyes meet yours and then trail off towards the photos again. You follow his gaze and meet where they are, on a golden label plaque which lists the photographer for the photos.

It says Spencer Reid. 

You look back to him, “You took these photos?” You question, you’re sure your eyebrows are lifted in shock.

He nodded, an amused expression on his face, “I did. Just got back a few days ago, can’t you tell by the shadow.” Spencer runs his hand across his chin, rubbing at the short and sparse hairs.

You shake your head, amused as well, “I think it suits you.” You compliment, then turning your attention back to the gallery wall.

“Thanks.” He says in reply, rubbing a hand across his chin and face, a smile appearing on his face. 

Before you two can continue on with your conversation, a portly man in a suit a size too big waltzes over and claps Spencer on the back, congratulating him.

“There’s the man of the hour!” His voice is scratchy which you can guess is from the cigar in his free hand. “Congrats on the award Reid.”

As quick as the man appeared, the quicker he left as he saw another person he seemingly needed to bother with his presence. 

You look over to Spencer once again, impressed, “An award as well? Congratulations Spencer. I can certainly see why.” Turning your attention back to the setup of the photographs, admiring the perspective and view of the animals pictured.

He blushes under your compliment. “Thanks. Again.” He tags on.

You almost chuckle at his face, “Oh come on, you certainly can’t be so flustered after a compliment? I assume you’ve been getting those all night.” You tease slightly.

He looks you up and down and you muster your courage not to shiver under his gaze, “Not all have come from as beautiful women as you.” 

You shake your head a little, amused, “Smooth, Spencer. Very smooth.” You comment, a sly smile on your lips.

Spencer shares your smile, confidence radiating off of him at your comment, “I try.”

You get an idea in your head and bend down slightly at the table in front of the picture wall, taking the pen attached to a clipboard and adding your information to the papers below.

“You’re placing a bid?” 

Spencer’s tone is slightly more surprised than you thought it would be at your action. You stand straight again and look him in the eye.

“Of course,” you say, “Have I not been clear in my compliments all night? Your work is beautiful.”

“The animals do all of the work for me.” He brushes off almost instantly, “And you really didn’t have to do that. I have many of these photos on my website for much less than you just bid.” Spencer glances down at the paper you’ve just added to and his eyes stutter slightly at the amount you’ve just bid.

“I should have known you’re a humble man. Well, your patience with the animals and the joy from your craft is beautiful to me.” You muse, “It’s all for a good cause at the end of the night.” You brush off his concerns. 

“Your compliments are simply too much.” Spencer says with a hint of playfulness in his tone. There’s a matching mischievous look in his eye. “Is there a bid for your arm tonight? So I can repay your kindness, of course.”

“Of course.” A smirk draws its way to your lips and you swear you catch Spencer looking at them. “I’m afraid not.”

“Perhaps a bid for a date with a lovely museum curator?” He trys again, the same mischievous glint of his eye has been brought down to smile and stance, as he stands facing you.

“Out of luck on that one, as well. Not sure the museum would approve of auctioning off its employees.” You joke.

“Oh, but it’s all for a good cause at the end of the night.” Spencer parrots your prior words, joining in with your joking.

“I’ll be sure to tell them that.” You quip back, a smile playing on your lips. Then you glance at Spencer’s wrist, where a nice watch sits.

“Speaking of the end of the night, I regretfully have to end mine. Thank you for the company Spencer.” You thank him.

“Of course, keeping you company has been the best part of my night.” The smooth phrase flows past his lips, easily. 

“Silver tongue.” You tease once more.

“Guilty.” He responds, putting his hands up playfully.

You go to walk past him on your way to the exit, but stop in your tracks just a few steps from him. You don’t turn back to him, rather keeping your front still tuned to the exit and your face forward.

“See you at home, Mr. Reid.”

“I’ll be right behind you, Mrs. Reid.”

a/n: i love this one! i actually had no idea where i was going with this prompt/au until this hit me. originally this was going to be another meet cute, but i've grown quite tired of writing meet cute after meet cute.

[asher-agere]

hiiiieee !! I’m very,Very,Very,Extremely srry 4 asking but can u do baby regressor Jouno saigiku nd Caregiver tetchō suehiro + hunting dogz ??? I lowb jouno so so much!!sorry 4 asking!! ( ˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ )

There’s no need to apologize for asking! I love getting to do requests! Especially for groups like the Hunting Dogs that don’t have much agere content hehe

Baby Jouno + Caregiver Hunting Dogs

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⌖ I think baby Jouno is very fussy! He throws tantrums pretty frequently, very well known for throwing things. The best one to handle this is usually Tachihara or Fukuchi! Tetchō always leads to more screaming if a tantrum is already going on, and with Teruko there’s like a 50% chance of just more screaming. Jouno loves all his caregivers of course! Those two can just be so frustrating…

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི I think when he’s regressed Jouno is incredibly reliant on his caregivers! Though it may be easy to forget when he’s big, he is still blind. And it’s hard for a little baby to overwork all his senses like he usually does. He likes being carried around, walking is hard plus dangerous, just holding someone’s hand isn’t enough. He also always needs to hear someone talking! Even if they’re holding him he needs to hear their voice too. He needs all the proof that they’re still there

⌖ I don’t think Jouno would like activities such as watching something or coloring. Watching something makes it harder to hear other things, and he can’t see to color. However I think he’d love listening to someone read him stories! I think Teruko and Fukuchi are the best for story time, they both do silly voices! And they can get really in character too! It’s very funny to listen to. Jouno will happily sit in someone’s lap and listen to someone read a story to him, very happy baby

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི I don’t see Jouno as a very bitey baby! I think he’s prone to screaming to express his feelings. Words are just so hard but he needs to explain somehow, therefore screaming! A pacifier just falls out of his mouth then he can’t find it again and any kind of teether is lost the second he sets it down, and he doesn’t want to hold it all the time! So he just doesn’t use them much. He also understands that biting random things is yucky! He’s tried sucking on his fingers before but very quickly hated it

⌖ Any toys Jouno has need to be attached to him somehow! A stuffed dog on a leash, a fidget bracelet of some kind, a keychain attached to his belt loop. Tiny things! His hands are always full clinging to one of the Hunting Dogs, he doesn’t wanna carry stuff around! And setting things down is just a disaster. His caregivers definitely just need like a diaper bag of some sort filled with stuff for him since he refuses to carry anything and hates waiting for anything

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Individual interactions! Jouno doesn’t always play very nice with Tetchō, he gets annoyed and he lashes out. But! Tetchō is actually his favorite person to be held by and to babble to! Tetchō is warm, perfect for cuddles, and Jouno loves to sit in his lap, press a finger to his poor caregivers lips, then start babbling. Teruko and Fukuchi find this hilarious, Tachihara feels sort of bad for poor Tetchō but Tetchō doesn’t really mind. I think Teychō uses nicknames like “Baby” and “Little One”, classics that Jouno accepts. However sometimes he sneaks in his own absurd pet names. Jouno does not appreciate being called a “Little Mustard Banana”

⌖ Fukuchi is incredibly clingy! He always wants to be carrying Jouno around. He tells the best stories! He’ll read a story like the three little pigs and suddenly there’s a dragon? But it’s fun! Always a happy ending of course! He’s very dramatic and silly, which annoys Jouno at times, but he does appreciate it still! I think Fukuchi uses pet names like “Munchkin” “Buddy” and “Little man”! He’s very much like a silly uncle that’s a lot of fun

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Jouno gets annoyed by Teruko. She has so much energy and wants to do so many things… He just finds it annoying. But she does literally has the agere ability ever! With a simple tap Jouno is in a baby body! He can be held much easier by his caregivers which he appreciates. I think Teruko uses cutesy nicknames such as “Baby” and “Sweetie”! But if Juno is being fussy she isn’t afraid to call him “Brat” either, which is the opposite of helping him calm down

⌖ I think that Tachihara would be Jouno’s favorite! Tachihara is probably the calmest out of the entire group, Jouno appreciates the calm atmosphere! Tetchō is also calm but it’s. Obnoxious calm. It’s a thing, trust the baby. Tachihara uses gentle nicknames like “Darling” “Sweetheart” or “Bud” I think Tachihara would sing good lullabies! He just has the right calming atmosphere for lullabies idk, trust me trust me

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི I think Jouno loves snack time! But he needs an in depth description of what he’s eating or else he refuses. Tetchō is not allowed to make snacks of any kind. He put mayonnaise in Jouno’s milk once and the baby refused to have milk for a month. I can see Jouno drinking milk or juice, but I think he’d prefer juice! It has a stronger flavor hehe, that’s all. I don’t think he cares whether he has a bottle or a sippy cup so he’s just given a bottle to avoid spills most of the time

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I honestly love the Hunting Dogs. They’re like. My third favorite group- (Maybe fourth? I can’t decide between Rats in the House of the Dead and the Hunting Dogs for third place…) They need more content! Luckily I’m here to supply it hehe. Enjoy and have an amazing day/night everyone!

[gabysimgallery]

_+**++Miguel O'Hara++**+_  - xXDiamond_AraXx

*BREATHS IN AGGRESSIVELY* YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO after so much time without uploading a sim........I- I could not resist making my own version of Miguel.....U///u✌ enjoy 💅

The Sims 4 Gallery (game gallery) - contains CC

All cc and poses I’ve used below the read more💗💗💗💗💗 (a very long list o-0)

Poses

First pic poses by @kassimsdesign - MALE COLLAB POSES

Second pic by  @j-e-n-n-e-h - Second Snap

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New sliders babyyy!!! I used different ones on him >wo!

- Lip fullness slider by @vibrantpixels 

- Mouth Scale Slider by @teanmoon

- More sliders for the face! by @obscurus-sims (width slider one)

- Better Male Bodies Sliders by @narci-cism (BetterMaleBodySliders one)

- Pouty Lip-Slider ( ˘ ³˘)♥ by @miikocc

- Eyebrow Slider by @miikocc

- Height Slider & Extras by @luumia (neck, hip and heigh sliders)

- Presets & Sliders by @luumia (hand and face asym ones)

- Shoulder Height Slider by Hellfrozeover

- Extra Neck Width Slider by Golyhawhaw

- Wrist Size Slider by Golyhawhaw

- Classic Physique Nipple + Bumpmap(beta) version by Golyhawhaw (the  version backlower default one)

- 👽 DEFAULT NOSE SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- 👽 DEFAULT MOUTH SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- 👽 DEFAULT CHIN SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- ❝Forehead Height Slider❞ by @bloodmooncc

- Eye size slider + head size slider by @marsosims

--------------Skin Details, Tattoos, Arm-Leg Hair and Feet-----

- Spotlight Tattoos by SimMandy

- Misc. face details by okruee

- Halloween Gift by @obscurus-sims (eyemask N8, red one)

- Vanilla Skin by @luumia (go into the sfs DL link, in the folder of sfs; go to the sub folder called skin details and choose: LUUMIA_skindetail_LipTints)

- ENRICHED SKIN OVERLAY by Golyhawhaw

- GOLD STANDARD BODY HAIR by Golyhawhaw (arm and leg)

- HD feet version 5. Update island living by @necrodogmtsands4s

--------------Hair, Eyebrows and Teeth-----------------------------------------------------------

- E-BOY XL Makeup Collection by Pralinesims (download the oudated version and get the Pralinesims_Eyebrows_N156_Lotto.package one)

- TS4 Male Hair G48 by Ginko Sims

- [Osoon] Teeth 01 by @5so0n 

NOTE bc I dind’t knew how that devil website WoRkEd XDD so a lil advice: in the link above I provide, click on it and scroll down a bit and click on the ‘‘i agree inside the little yellow rectangle, it will take you to ‘’Linkvertise’’. From there scroll down a bit and you’ll see a ‘‘Direc Access with Premium or Free Access’‘ in orange and black, click the one that says ‘’Free Access’‘, it will open up a new window saying that u need to ‘’choose and complete’’ its a 3 step thingy, 1. choose whatever ‘’im interested’’ it doesn’t matter, 2. click in learn more (close the window that opens up xd and wait like 10 secs, in grey letters in the bottom it will appear a ‘‘ I already completed this step’‘ click on that xd, and there!, it will give u the link to SFS......eazy peasy XD.

- Semi-realistic Teeth by @kiellessa (set 1)

- in the zip file will be a extra 01Eyebrows - HQ.package, i dont know where it comes from but its needed lol, so i’ll leave it there in the zip file xD

--------------Eyes, Nose and Lashes-------------------------------------------------------------

- BEETLE EYES 2 by @squea (get all)

- No EA Eyelashes HOTFIX by @escapingpotplant

- another extra one, I tried to find where it comes from the [D1]obscurus_presets1.package thas in my mods folder, but with no luck, so i’ll leave it in the zip file included, its rlly needed 👍

--------------Clothes and Shoes-------------------------------------------------------------------

- Bespoke Suits V.1 by SimmieV

- REINA_TS4_F&M_TOWEL ACC by Reina Sims4 (male towel acc HQ)

- Floral Buttonup Shirt by McLayneSims

- [KK] Basic set 17 by KK's creation (pants)

- KK Basic set 08 by KK's creation (jeans)

- DSF PANT MARE by DanSimsFantasy

- Slim-Fit Trousers by Darte77

- CC Pack - Feb 2021 by Darte77 (AMtop299 HQ)

- CC Pack - December 2021 by Darte77 (Darte77_NikeAirMax270HQ, not cu or af)

- «miracle» cc pack by clumsyalien ([RAE SCARF V1 YM])

- KD joggers by akaysims

- Men's shoes collection Part 1 by Jius-sims (all of em uwu)

- Slim Fit Turtleneck by Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla

- Loose Shirts by Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla

- ᵉʳʳᵒʳ404ᵖʰⁱˡˡⁱᵖˢ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰᵉˢ by εяяσя404ρнιℓℓιρs (just the ‘’She Told Me To Relax Joggers’’ and Basketball Shorts-->at the very bottom)

--------------Extra mods I recommend👌 and some that are are needed👈-----------

- WickedWhims v176f (needed for the golyhawhaw torso body selector of course owo)

- MC Command Center 2023.4.1 👌

-Extreme Violence -MOD- V 2.4.1 👌(very eazy to use the design is very human xD)

- VAMPIRES - Reworked Vampires Mods by Zero's Sims 4 Mods (tweaks one needed for his vampiroc poWeRs, already included in the zip file)

- P*rnst*r C*ck V6 [WickedWhims] by .Noir. (for the pp, included in the zip file 🥵in ww body selector, in the pp part, select whatever u find best, I personally use the thick hard/soft big cut >:3)

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Miguel O’Hara belongs to Marvel Worldwide, Inc.  ©2023 MARVEL

The Sims 4 © 2023 Electronic Arts Inc.

_+**++Miguel O'Hara++**+_ - zip file containing all mods/sliders and tray files in my MediaFire xXDiamond_AraXx  uwO ( 852.23MB )

[persephonessecrets]

Channeling Monica Bellucci's Timeless Elegance Through Makeup 💋

Flawless Skin Monica's complexion always glows with radiance. Achieve this by using a high-quality foundation or BB cream that matches your skin tone perfectly. A touch of highlighter on your cheekbones, brow bones, and the bridge of your nose will add a soft luminosity.

Defined Eyebrows Her brows are always perfectly groomed—defined but never overly dramatic. Use a brow pencil or powder that matches your hair colour to gently fill them in, then set them with a clear or tinted brow gel for a polished look.

Classic Eyeliner Monica often wears sleek black eyeliner, applied thinly along the upper lash line. For a bolder statement, you can slightly wing the liner out. Gel or liquid eyeliner is your best friend for this timeless look.

Soft Eyeshadow Keep the eyeshadow neutral, often with taupe or soft brown tones. Blend it into the crease to add depth without overpowering your eyes, keeping everything simple and understated.

Full, Lush Lashes Voluminous lashes are a must! Use a lengthening mascara to recreate Monica's lush lash look. For special occasions, consider adding false lashes for extra drama.

Classic Red or Nude Pink Lips While Monica is known for her bold red lips, she also wears neutral or natural shades for a softer, more understated look. Whether you choose a striking red or a nude, select a lipstick that complements your skin tone, and don’t forget to use lip liner for definition.

Subtle Contouring While not heavily contoured, Monica’s makeup includes just a touch to accentuate her natural beauty. Lightly contour under your cheekbones, along your jawline, and the sides of your nose for definition. Use a matte bronzer or contour powder for a soft, sculpted look.