#Foot Massage Downtown

[blissfeetspaonrobson]

Bliss Feet Spa On Robson

Address:

1311 Robson St, Vancouver, BC V6E 1C6 Canada

Phone:

(778) 379-5838

Website:

Business email:

blissfeetspa@gmail.com

Social link:

https://www.instagram.com/blissfeetspa_robson.st/

Payment Methods:

Accept all Major credit / debit cards and all e-transfers and cash payments

Hours:

Monday to Sunday 11.00 AM - 10.30 PM

Description:

Nestled in the heart of downtown Vancouver, Bliss Feet Spa On Robson offers a sanctuary of relaxation with an extraordinary range of foot massage services. Our commitment to excellence has earned us the reputation for providing the best foot massage in Vancouver, BC. Whether you're seeking the healing touch of reflexology in Vancouver or the rejuvenating effects of a lymphatic drainage massage near you, our skilled therapists tailor each session to your specific needs.

Discover the perfect oasis of tranquility with our renowned foot massage Vancouver experience, centrally located to bring you the finest service in town. Trust us to revitalize your senses and transport you to new heights of well-being with the best foot massage in Vancouver, available right here in the bustling hub of the city.

At Bliss Feet Spa, we take pride in offering an unparalleled foot massage experience in Vancouver, setting a standard in comfort and relaxation. Our foot massages are designed to relieve tension, improve circulation, and promote overall well-being. With a focus on traditional techniques combined with modern spa practices, our sessions are customized to cater to each client's unique preferences. We use high-quality oils and lotions to enhance the soothing effects of the massage, providing a truly immersive experience. Whether you're a local resident or a visitor to Vancouver, our foot massages offer a moment of respite from the hustle and bustle of city life, leaving you refreshed and rejuvenated. Come and experience why Bliss Feet Spa is the go-to destination for the best foot massages downtown Vancouver.

Lymphatic drainage massage at Bliss Feet Spa Vancouver is a specialized treatment designed to promote the body's natural detoxification process. This gentle, rhythmic massage technique targets the lymphatic system, encouraging the movement of lymph fluids and reducing swelling while boosting the immune system. Our skilled massage therapists use precise, light pressure strokes to stimulate the lymph nodes and pathways, enhancing fluid circulation and aiding the removal of toxins from the body. This type of massage is particularly beneficial for those seeking relief from edema, recovering from surgery, or looking to improve their overall health and vitality.

At Bliss Feet Spa, we integrate a serene ambience with expert care, ensuring each lymphatic drainage massage session rejuvenates both body and mind, providing you with a deeply relaxing experience that restores balance and well-being. Discover the health-enhancing benefits of our lymphatic drainage massages in Vancouver and let us be your partner in achieving a holistic wellness journey.

[marcowalker148]

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[vanteguccir]

would matt or chris most likely to give you a foot massage

I think both would, but chris would be OBSESSED with doing it (touch starved king) literally every day at the end of the day, while listening to you rambling about your day

JUST IMAGINE 😭

Lying comfortably in bed, Y/N felt the warmth of the soft blankets wrapped around her. Chris sat at the foot of the bed, gently massaging her feet, which were resting anove his tights. The room was dimly lit by a small bedside lamp, casting a cozy glow around them.

"I had such a crazy day." Y/N began, her voice soft and relaxed. Chris looked up at her, his eyes filled with adoration as he continued to work his fingers over her tired feet.

"Tell me all about it." He encouraged, his touch gentle and soothing.

Y/N smiled, feeling completely at ease.

"Well, it started with me spilling coffee all over my favorite shirt. I was running late, so I had to use your hoodie that you left in the back of our car because I didn't have anything of mine with me to wear."

Chris chuckled softly, his thumbs pressing gently into her arches.

"That sounds like a rough start." He knew she loved to wear his clothes.

"It was, but then things got better. I had a meeting with my boss, and he complimented me on that project I've been working on, the one I presented to you. It felt so good to hear that." She said, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"I'm so proud of you." Chris replied, his voice full of sincerity. "You work so hard, and you deserve all of it."

"Thank you, babe. It means a lot coming from you." Y/N's heart swelled with love for him.

He smiled up at her, continuing his gentle massage, the tips of his fingers collecting the splashes of the body oil he used on her skin, spreading it across the already hydrated skin.

"What else happened?"

"Oh, and then I met up with Sarah for lunch. We went to this new café downtown, and they had the best pastries. We spent hours just talking and catching up. It was really nice." Y/N said, her voice dreamy as she recalled the pleasant afternoon. "I really want to take you there."

"Sounds like a perfect date to me." Chris murmured, his fingers now tracing delicate patterns on the tops of her feet, already looking forward to his moment with her at the aforementioned coffee shop. "It was a good day, huh?"

"It really was." Y/N agreed, sighing contentedly. She looked at Chris, observing him for some seconds before closing her eyes momentarily, enjoying completely the feeling of his slender fingers caressing her skin so perfectly, easing the tension from being up through all day. "And now, ending it like this with you is just perfect."

Chris smiled softly to her, leaning forward and placing a tender kiss on her ankle, exhaling the soft smell of fresh soap, cream, and oil.

She reached out, half sitting up and gently running her fingers through his hair.

"I love you, Chris."

"I love you more, angel." He whispered back, his hands rising from her fingers to her ankles and back again.

[theartofcollapse]

The gif that you left as a gift for us before your exams give me a really good ideia for Casey x Reader

Reader just get horny for every little thing that Casey do

did she fix her car? poonani reward

did she make dinner? poonani reward

carrying heavy boxes? poonani reward

pulling out her wallet full of ADA money to pay the bill? poonani reward

gives reader foot massage? poonani reward (if you want to add other things...)

Until she sees Casey playing and goes totally FERAL

Sweaty and panting Casey is the best Casey 🥵

a/n: thank you for requesting, love! summary: read it above pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: 18+! fingering (reader receiving), scissoring, dirty talk word count: 2.4K

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Every Little Thing You Do - Casey Novak

You considered yourself a logical person. Rational, level-headed, not one to lose your composure over trivial things. But that was before Casey Novak.

Because somehow, the woman had turned you into an absolute mess of desire. Every little thing she did had your body reacting before your brain could even process what was happening. You’d tried to play it cool - tried to keep your thoughts from wandering - but you had absolutely no defenses when it came to Casey.

It started small, or at least it felt that way at the time. The first instance had been your car.

The damn thing had refused to start one morning, leaving you stranded in your apartment parking lot with no idea what to do. You’d barely had time to call Casey before she’d shown up in a pair of jeans and a leather jacket, toolbox in hand.

“You called the right person,” she said, her tone casual as she walked over to pop the hood.

Her sleeves were rolled up just enough to reveal the lean muscles of her forearms, and the focused furrow of her brow as she examined the engine nearly made your knees buckle.

“It’s just the spark plugs,” she’d explained, using some tool you didn’t know the name of to twist things into place. “Easy fix.”

She glanced back at you, a smudge of grease on her wrist and a satisfied little smirk on her lips. And that was it. You were done for.

You’d thanked her later, of course. Thoroughly.

Then there was the time she made dinner.

You’d come home after an impossibly long day at work, ready to collapse on the couch and order takeout, when you found her in your kitchen. She’d been in an apron, her hair pulled back into a messy bun, stirring something in a skillet with the confidence of a professional chef.

“You’re home just in time,” she’d said, turning to flash you a smile that could melt glaciers.

She’d plated the pasta, poured you a glass of wine, and pulled out your chair for you to sit. The domesticity of it all - the casual, effortless care she put into making sure you were fed and relaxed - made you want to crawl across the table and devour her instead of the meal.

She’d noticed, of course. Casey always noticed.

“You’ve barely touched your food,” she’d said, her voice low and teasing. “Distracted by something?”

You hadn’t even answered her. You’d just grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom.

The pattern continued.

Casey could be doing the most mundane tasks - moving a heavy box, paying for dinner, massaging your feet after a long day - and you’d feel that familiar heat rise in your body.

Like the time she pulled out her wallet.

You’d gone out to dinner at a new upscale restaurant downtown, and Casey had insisted on treating you. When the check arrived, she casually reached into her clutch, pulling out her ADA-issued paycheck like it was nothing. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her posture relaxed, and her confidence so palpable it made your stomach twist in the best way possible.

“Casey…” you’d started, your voice soft and a little shaky.

She looked up from the receipt, amused. “What?”

“You’re so—” you’d trailed off, flustered, earning yourself one of her trademark smirks.

But the worst - the absolute most dangerous moment - was when you saw her play baseball.

It had been her idea to invite you to her league’s game. “It’s just for fun,” she’d said, brushing it off like it was no big deal. But when she stepped onto that field, bat in hand and her snug jersey clinging to her in all the right places, it became a very big deal.

Her hair was tied back under her baseball cap, and her sleeves were pushed up just enough to show the sinewy muscles of her arms. When she stepped up to the plate, planting her feet firmly and gripping the bat, you could feel your pulse quicken.

The first pitch came, and Casey swung with precision, sending the ball flying into the outfield. The power behind it, the way her body moved with such controlled grace, it was hypnotic.

She took off running, her legs pumping hard as she rounded the bases. The jersey clung to her back, her pants highlighting every curve, and by the time she slid into home base, her grin triumphant, you were absolutely feral.

The crowd cheered, but all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat.

Later, as she jogged over to you, her face flushed and damp with sweat, you barely held it together.

“You were amazing,” you said, your voice low and shaky.

Casey cocked her head, that teasing smirk playing on her lips again. “You okay? You look distracted.”

Without another word, you grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the car, ignoring her protests and the curious looks of her teammates.

“What’s gotten into you?” she asked, laughing as you shoved her into the backseat and climbed in beside her.

“You,” you said, your voice breathless. “Every time. Every damn thing you do.”

Casey’s brows rose, her smirk turning downright sinful. “I think I’m going to need specifics.”

“Oh, you’ll get specifics. Care for a ride?"

The question hung in the air, charged with a double meaning that made Casey laugh immediately. 

"You were so intense," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Is that a good thing?" Casey asked, a hint of a challenge in her tone.

Your eyes never left her profile, watching the way her jaw tightened. "It's incredibly sexy," you replied, your voice thick with desire. "I've never seen you like this before."

Casey's eyes flicked over to you, a smoldering look that made your stomach flip. "There's a lot you haven't seen," she said, her voice low and gruff, as if she was holding back something primal. 

With a swift movement, Casey leaned over, her hand sliding up your thigh. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut. Casey's fingers danced higher, reaching the apex of your thighs, and you felt a wetness already pooling there. "I can feel how much you want this," Casey whispered, her breath hot against your neck. "How much you want me."

Your hands trembled as you reached for Casey's, not to push her away, but to guide her further. "Take me," you breathed, the words barely escaping your lips. Casey's smile grew predatory.

Her fingers slipping under your skirt to find the drenched fabric of your panties. She ripped them away swiftly. You gasped, your eyes wide with a mix of surprise and pleasure. Casey's hand was unyielding, her fingers pushing into your heat without preamble. The sudden intrusion was almost too much, and your body arched off the seat, a moan escaping your throat.

"You're so wet," Casey murmured, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. "So fucking wet for me."

You couldn't form a coherent response. All you could do was pant, your body responding to Casey's touch in a way that was both overwhelming and exhilarating. You felt Casey's thumb brush against your clit, and you bucked her hips, desperate for more. "Please," you begged, the word barely a breath.

Casey leaned in closer, her sweat-dampened hair tickling your face. "You want me to fuck you with my fingers, don't you?" she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver through your core. "You want me to make you scream right here in this car."

You nodded, unable to form words as Casey's fingers began to move in a relentless rhythm, plunging in and out of you. Each stroke was punctuated by a soft gasp, the sound of skin on skin music to your ears. Casey's eyes never left yours, the intensity of her gaze as powerful as the sensations she was creating.

"Say it," Casey demanded, her voice a gruff whisper. "Tell me how much you want it."

Your eyes locked onto Casey's, your own voice thick with desire. "I want it," you moaned, your breathing becoming more erratic with each stroke. "I want you to fuck me hard."

With a smirk, Casey leaned in closer. "Is that what you want?" she whispered, her thumb circling your clit with a maddening slowness. "You want me to make you come all over my hand?"

Your hips rocked against Casey's touch, your body begging for release. "Yes," you managed to gasp out. "Please, Casey."

Casey chuckled darkly, her fingers picking up speed. "You're going to come for me," she murmured, her voice a sweet promise of the pleasure to come. "You're going to come so hard, and I'm going to watch every second of it."

Your eyes rolled back in your head as Casey's thumb applied more pressure, her other hand reaching up to unbutton your blouse. She was greeted with the sight of your pebbled nipples, and she didn't waste a moment before taking one into her mouth, sucking and biting down gently. The dual sensation was exquisite, and your cries grew louder, echoing in the enclosed space of the backseat.

Casey's fingers worked faster, curling inside you with a practiced skill that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "You're so fucking tight," she groaned, the words vibrating against your sensitive skin. "I can feel you clenching around me."

Your nails dug into the leather, your eyes screwed shut as you fought the orgasm building within you. "I'm going to..." you gasped, your voice trailing off into a whine.

"Come for me," Casey urged, her voice thick with arousal. "Come all over my hand like a good girl."

Your body was a live wire, each touch from Casey's fingers sending jolts of pleasure shooting through you. Your breathing grew more ragged, your chest heaving as the tension coiled tighter and tighter. "I'm... I'm...," you panted, your words lost in the haze of desire.

"Come on," Casey encouraged. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart." Her thumb flicked over Y/your clit in a rapid rhythm, and your hips jerked upward, your thighs squeezing around Casey's hand. The pressure grew unbearable, and with a guttural scream, you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you like a wildfire. Your body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you boneless and trembling.

Casey didn't stop, her movements becoming more erratic as she watched your face contort in ecstasy. She could feel the wetness coating her hand, the proof of her power over this woman she desired so much. The sight of your breasts heaving, your skin flushed with passion, was almost too much to bear. With a final, deep thrust of her fingers, Casey sent you hurtling over the edge again, your screams of her name filling the car as you rode the crest of your climax.

Your eyes snapped open, meeting Casey's, and you could see the raw need in them. Without a moment's hesitation, you reached down and pulled Casey's sweatpants and panties down, exposing her slick, swollen sex. The sight of her made your own desire spike, and you didn't waste a moment before moving in closer, your bodies tangling together in a frenzy of passion. You settled into a scissor position, your legs intertwined as you ground your hips against each other. The friction was heavenly, sending sparks of pleasure through both of you with every movement.

Casey's eyes never left yours as you found a rhythm, your hips moving in a dance of desire. Your hands roamed Casey's body, exploring every inch of her skin. Casey's breath grew ragged as she felt herself getting closer, her hips bucking more urgently against yours. "Fuck," she growled, the word a guttural sound that resonated in your ears.

Your eyes locked again, and you could see the hunger in Casey's gaze. It was a look that spoke of a woman on the edge, a woman who was about to lose control. 

You reached between your bodies, your hand sliding over Casey's clit in time with your grinding hips. Casey's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low, keening sound.

Your movements grew more frantic, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the car. The scent of your arousal mingled with the sweat and leather. Casey's hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and you took the hint, your tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of Casey's skin. The contact was electric, and Casey's hips bucked against you, pushing her closer to the edge.

"Fuck," Casey groaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'm going to come."

"Do it," you murmured, your voice low and seductive. "Come for me, Casey. Let me feel it."

Casey's eyes flew open at the words, and she stared into your eyes. With a final, desperate thrust of her hips, she let go, her body shaking with the force of her climax. "Ahh yeah," she cried out, her voice hoarse with passion. "Fuck, you feel so good."

Your own breath hitched at the sight of Casey coming undone, her body tightening around you. You watched as Casey's face contorted in ecstasy, the cords in her neck standing out as she threw her head back. "Fuck yes," Casey moaned, her voice a low growl that seemed to resonate in the very air around you.

As Casey's orgasm subsided, she slumped against the seat, panting heavily. The sweat on her skin glistened in the dim light, and you couldn't help but lean in, kissing along the line of her neck and tasting the salt of her exertion. "Fuck," Casey murmured, her voice still thick with pleasure. "That was really good."

You chuckled, your own breathing still rapid. You pulled back, taking in the sight of Casey's flushed face and the way her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. "Looks like you're not the only intense one around here," you said, your voice teasing.

Casey's eyes opened halfway, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "Oh, I know," she murmured, her voice a little raspy. She leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both gentle and possessive. When you broke apart, she pulled you closer, your bodies still slick with sweat. She had never felt so alive, so alive and so connected to someone. And she loved every second of this feeling. 

[levisjinchuriki]

forever yours - chapter 5

summary: gojo invites you on your first outing alone together

warning: light fluff

word count: 2k

a/n: thank you everyone for all the love recently for this fic!! i'm so inspired to write for you guys, and because of that there will be a double upload tonight!! ch 6 coming v soon :) woot!!! <3

hey, there's a new café that just opened up downtown. i was thinking it might be nice to check it out together sometime. what do you think? 

you stare at your phone, nerves immediately consuming you. it’s such a simple suggestion, but the weight of what it represents feels immense. it’ll be your first time spending time with him without the presence of your son. and this…date will serve as your real first step into rediscovering the dynamic between the two of you. 

each time you reread the message, your heart races a little faster. it’s not just the idea of the café that’s making you anxious—it’s the significance of the outing itself. 

your hands tremble slightly as you type your reply. 

sounds great. what time works for you?

as you wait for his answer, the nervousness creeps in and settles deep in your stomach. it’s the kind of feeling that makes you second-guess every detail. it reminds you of how you felt before your first date with gojo years ago.

when you receive his message, your heart flutters at his thoughtfulness. 

i have a break between training tomorrow. meet around noon?

it means a lot that he’s finding time to fit you into his busy schedule. it’s a gesture that speaks volumes, especially given that his work commitments were a major issue during your marriage. the fact that he’s making an effort to carve out time for you, despite his demanding responsibilities, means so much.

a small smile tugs at your lips as you reply. it’s a simple suggestion, but it represents a big step towards normalcy, a chance to reconnect without the weight of past conflicts hanging over you.

noon works for me. see you then

—

you’re surprised to see utahime holding a bouquet of fresh flowers at your doorstep that afternoon. she has a bright, cheerful smile on her face as she greets you. although you’re happy to see her, you question her about the unexpected visit.

“you’ve had so much on your plate lately. it’s time you treated yourself a little” she says happily. 

you take the flowers as she continues. “i’ve booked you an appointment for some much-needed pampering. you’ll get a fresh wash, trim, and style. and, just to top it off, i’ve also scheduled a foot massage for you”. utahime had always been a generous friend, but this is far too kind.

your eyes widen in surprise. you had been cooped up putting much effort into your appearance in a while. you hadn’t realized just how much you needed this—some time to focus on yourself, to breathe, to reset. the thought of a relaxing day and a fresh new look sounds perfect.

“i… i don’t know what to say,” you finally manage. “this is so thoughtful of you”

utahime waves off your thanks with a casual flick of her hand. “you deserve it. i know you’ve been going through a lot, and it’s important to take care of yourself” she reasons. utahime’s enthusiasm is infectious, and you find yourself swept up in her excitement. you quickly put the flowers in a vase with some water before grabbing your bag and heading out.

as you drive to the salon, utahime chatters away, making light conversation and sharing snippets of her own experiences with self-care and pampering. her company is warm and you appreciate her support.

the staff are warm and welcoming as you enter the salon. utahime gives them her name and you both are brought over to two stylists waiting for you. as you settle into the chair, you can’t help but feel a little self-conscious. it’s been a while since you had any sort of professional grooming, and the idea of seeing yourself with a fresh new look feels both exciting and intimidating. 

you discuss your preferences with the stylist, a bit apprehensive about the transformation. the stylist is reassuring, promising you a great outcome. she starts with a fresh wash, the warm water flowing over your hair as she massages your scalp with soothing shampoo. the gentle kneading helps to ease some of the tension you've been carrying, and the aromatic scent of the shampoo adds a relaxing touch.

next comes the trim. as she snips away, you feel the weight of your old style falling away, along with some of the stress and uncertainty that have been weighing on you. each step of the process is soothing and therapeutic, a chance for you to let go of stress and embrace something new.

by the time you’re done, you’re pleasantly surprised at your reflection. the precise cuts reshape your hair, adding a fresh, vibrant look that feels both rejuvenating and empowering. the new style feels like a perfect blend of fresh and familiar, enhancing your features in a way that feels both flattering and comfortable. the change in your appearance feels like a small but important step toward embracing this new phase in your life. 

the appointment doesn’t end there. soon, you and utahime migrate to the other side of the salon, where a soothing foot massage awaits you. you sink into the plush chair and let out a sigh of relief as the therapist’s skilled hands work out the knots and tension in your feet. you get the works- lotions, essential oils, a hot towel… it’s a small luxury that feels wonderfully indulgent, and you find yourself relaxing more deeply than you have in months.

as the massage progresses, you can’t help but reflect on the gesture. it’s more than just a makeover; it’s a reminder that you’re supported and cared for, even when things seem overwhelming. utahime’s thoughtful surprise brings a genuine smile to your face, and you reach over to give her hand a grateful squeeze. 

by the time the day comes to a close, you feel rejuvenated and uplifted. the outing has not only refreshed your appearance but has also provided a much-needed boost to your spirits. you thank utahime profusely for her generosity as she drops you back home. like always, she waves it off with a smile. 

“it’s all for you. you deserve to feel good about yourself”. you give her a big hug, promising to hang out again soon before heading inside.

with your new look and a refreshed sense of self, you temporarily feel like yourself again. you feel lighter than you have in months. the day feels like a turning point, a step toward something new and hopeful.

—

as you prepare to meet gojo at the café, the butterflies in your stomach feel unusually intense. you’ve always been confident with gojo, but today feels different. not only are you anxious about the first time alone with him, but your recent changes and the effort you put into your appearance bring a new layer of vulnerability. it’s not just the usual nerves; there’s something more profound about showing off your new look to him.

the fresh haircut and style symbolize not just a physical transformation but a deeper one—a step towards reclaiming a sense of self after everything you’ve been through.

you check your hair once more as you look in the rearview mirror. it’s just as perfect as it looked yesterday, but you still find ways to pick at it for a moment. 

when you finally spot gojo outside the café, waiting for you, your heart skips a beat. his eyes light up as he sees you approach, and for a moment, his surprise is palpable. he looks over you in your nice top and jeans. the weather is getting warmer as spring is taking its full effect, and you’re happy that the cold days are behind you, both figuratively and literally. 

“hi” gojo says as he smiles sweetly at you. you blush under his gaze, your nerves for an abundance of reasons heating your cheeks. 

“hi” you say nervously. gojo notices you fidget with your fingers, a telltale sign you’re feeling uneasy. 

“you look very nice” he says honestly, his eyes taking in your new appearance with an appreciative warmth. your heart jumps at the sincerity in his compliment. 

“thank you. i just got it done. it’s a bit of a change” you respond, a small smile playing on your lips. the new style feels different—nice, but something that will take some getting used to.

he grins, pleased by your reaction. “it suits you” he adds, his tone gentle but genuine. his words are both flattering and sincere, and they make you feel a little more at ease. It’s a small, thoughtful gesture that adds to the positive feelings of the day. the way he looks at you, as if you’re the most important person in the room, makes you feel both flattered and slightly bashful.

you both stand there for a moment, sensing the subtle shift in the atmosphere. it’s been a long time since you’ve seen that particular light in his eyes, the one that used to make your heart skip a beat. the moment feels intimate, like the first step towards something new, and it fills you with a quiet, cautious hope.

gojo holds the door open for you. the nervousness you felt earlier begins to ease, replaced by a tentative excitement. this outing is new territory for both of you, but you can’t deny that it feels… nice.

the café is cozy and inviting, with soft lighting and warm tones that create a relaxed atmosphere. the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods fills the air, making the space feel even more comforting. you both scan the menu, considering your options in comfortable silence.

gojo lets you order first. when you start to pull your wallet out to pay, he steps next to you, smoothly adding his order to yours and handing his card to the cashier before you can react. the act is so seamless that you barely have time to protest.

“thank you for paying. you didn’t have to,” you say kindly, feeling a little flustered.

he gives you a look that reads don’t be silly. “i always pay for you” he says. his tone is light, but the meaning behind it is deeper. since you’ve been with gojo you’ve never had to pay for a bill. he had more than enough money from his upbringing to cover whatever you needed. it's a simple thing, but it reminds you of the way things used to be—before life got complicated. you smile, touched by his gesture as you both take a seat by the window.

as your time together officially begins, you notice how easy it is to talk to him again. gojo listens intently as you speak, his eyes never straying from yours. for the first time in a long while, you feel like you have his full attention. there's no rush, no tension—just a gentle rhythm of words and laughter that feels comforting and familiar. it's a reminder of what drew you to him in the first place, a glimpse of the bond you once had, now being slowly rekindled.

gojo looks at you for a moment without speaking, his gaze lingering as if he's seeing you for the first time. the intensity in his eyes makes you blush, a warmth spreading across your cheeks.

"what?" you ask.

he smiles, a small, genuine smile that reaches his eyes. "nothing," he says, shaking his head slightly. “just thinking” he says quietly. you tilt your head slightly, curiosity getting the better of you. 

“about what?" you try to read his expression. gojo’s smile widens a bit. 

“about us”, he admits, his voice soft but sincere. “i’ve missed this. just spending time with you, without any distractions”. your heart skips a beat as your words resonate within you. you fail trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

“i’ve missed it too” you confess, your gaze meeting his. the vulnerability in your admission feels like a small victory. there’s a comfort in being with him, a sense of familiarity that feels like coming home after a long, exhausting journey.

as you sip your coffee, you reflect on how far you’ve come already. this moment, this shared space, is a testament to the progress you’ve made together. 

the date, filled with light laughter and shared memories, eventually comes to an end. by the time you leave the café you feel a sense of peace. it’s a small, but important step towards finding your way back to each other. it’s still a long road ahead, but you feel a glimmer of hope.

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[marleysfinest]

fem reader x reiner nsfw smutty ramble please pay me no mind i'm back on my reiner bullshit.

I must credit @pisspope @fromriches-tosin & @lemmetreatya for planting the sick notion of desk-fucking into my brain so CARELESSLY

ok but modern au businessman reiner who asks you to bring his favourite coffee to him on his lunch break. you pick up the flat white and practically run to the downtown skyscraper home to his offices and whoosh up the elevator to the top floor to find his secretary having already gone on lunch and his office door wide open. he's sat behind his desk with his black suit jacket hung neatly on the back of his chair, and he's gently rotating left and right as he stares at the numbers in front of him. you close the door slowly with your foot and he looks up to you looking hungry as he smiles. he discards the paper and leans back, beckoning you closer, and you gladly oblige. you rest the coffee on the desk - knowing already it'll be cold by the time he drinks it - and as you lean down to give him a kiss to say good afternoon he pulls you onto his lap so that you're straddling him and can already feel him pressing against you.

"that happy to see me, huh?" you coo as he holds you firmly in place and peppers your collarbone with kisses. you reciprocate by running your fingers firstly through his soft blonde hair, and then down the back of his neck and beneath his shirt. he smells like clean cotton and clementines.

"always," he mutters back, "when am I not?"

you grin back at him and lean in for another kiss, and you're met with force.

"what about your secretary?"

"they know not to bother me when the door's closed."

without further warning he unbuckles his belt and lifts you to prop you on the desk, gently tilting you back and positioning himself on top of you and squarely between your legs. he lifts your skirt and expertly pulls your panties to one side and slides in with ease and begins to make a mess of the desk, not that he minds. all of it - the business, the riches, the work-hard play-hard - comes second when it comes to you. you can tell he's working out the morning's stress as he thrusts into you, but he doesn't take it out on you. his grip is firm, his motions are rough, but still he treats you like the most precious thing on the planet. reiner seems to have found the perfect middle ground between fucking and making love.

"I've thought about this since I walked in here this morning," he says, his voice almost husky between the panting, "why didn't I fuck you before I got in the car?"

he's half thinking out loud, half really asking. you can't help but smile. three years in and you've still got him wrapped around your little finger like you did when you'd only been together three months. he fucks almost desperately as he hits you in your sweetest spot again and again, and despite feeling suddenly aware of the cityscape out the window beside you - if anyone really wanted to, they'd get a free show - you feel yourself begin to tighten and approach your climax. reiner senses this and his eyes widen, ever eager to feel you pulse around his cock. every time, though, it pushes him to his own edge. you reach up and grab his hair once more, holding him firmly in place.

"it's okay, baby, cum for me," you purr. his thrusts grow harder and the façade of cut-throat businessman melts away before your very eyes as he becomes lost in you fully.

"cum for me," you whisper again, resting your foreheads together. with the deepest, most delicious groan he releases inside you, but doesn't wait for his high to be fully over. he would die before allowing you to lose that feeling, and so swiftly pulls himself away, replacing his cock with two thick fingers and beginning to massage away. you can't help but let out a loud whimper as he uses his own release to keep your cunt nice and wet, letting him build up some speed to get you close again. as your thighs tense and your grip on his hair tightens he doesn't let up, and right on cue, he issues his command.

"cum, baby."

you pulse around his fingers and feel the mix of both of you drip onto the desk. he opens a drawer at the bottom of the desk and produces a clean towel - ever prepared - and gently cleans you up. after you've both regained some composure, he takes a sip of his coffee.

"I'd say there's still a good 45 minutes of lunch left, you wanna get some food?"

[nattyscuddlycabin]

Sparks Fly

Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

Warnings: red room ways of raising girls, bad coping mechanisms, mission gone wrong, deaths of people (not major characters), language, mentions of blood, gauze, and wrap

Genre: Angst + Fluff ending

Summary: Natasha’s mission failed, leading to civilian deaths, and she ends up coping in a way she was thought by the Red Room.

A/N: Reader is Bulgarian in this because I am lazy and I don’t feel like dealing with google translate right now, so I just used my home language cuz it’s also slavic, ok? Ok!

Translations:

Bulgarian:

любов моя - my love

мое златно сърце- my golden heart

Russian:

Детка-baby

(ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

The mission was for the team to rescue the Hydra “experiments” then blow up the base. However, the outcome of the mission ended up being a blown up base with just two or three experimented on kids being saved. It was all a miscommunication, but Natasha blamed herself for it. She thought that she should have been able to help fix the chaos and save the rest of the kids, but there they were, back at the tower, filling it with thick melancholy in the air.

Y/N tried to soothe Natasha and help her not think of it all as her fault. She wasn’t at the mission, but she knew that Nat wasn’t fully at fault and that Nat did everything in her power to get the mission to go right. Natasha Romanova may seem cold but she always does her best to save everybody.

Finally, Nat just told Y/N that she wants some alone time to process things. Y/N wasn’t sure that it was best for Nat to be alone at such a time, but she let her have her personal time.

Hours later, Y/N was concerned that she had still not heard anything from Nat, so she went into her room, only to find no one there.

“Jarvis, where’s Tasha?” You ask worriedly.

“Miss Romanova has left the tower. She appears to be in a ballet studio Downtown.”

“Oh shit… how long ago did she leave?”

“Miss Romanova left the tower at 1 pm today.”

“Jarvis, send me the location of the ballet studio.”

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N. It has been sent.”

You look down at your phone, putting on navigation to the studio, and run off to the elevator.

After a few minutes, you park in front of a studio with blurred windows, but you only see one person inside.

Running off to the door, you walk in slowly, knowing you probably startled the redhead inside. She looks at you for a second before hiding her face away from you and continuing her “practice.”

“Hey baby, I need you to pause, okay?”

She just quietly continues dancing to the music of the silence in the room.

“Nat. I’m serious.”

She ignores you again.

“Natalia, stop,” you say in a low, stern voice.

She stops, slowly lowering her arms and leg from the position she’d been in, still refusing to face you. She lowers to the ground, rolling up in a ball and hiding her face in her legs.

You walk over to her, sitting down next to her. You hug her.

You speak, softer than before“Baby, you have been dancing for…” You check your phone, seeing the time being 5:04, “four hours now. You are hurting yourself. You don’t deserve to be punished, sweetheart. You aren’t there anymore. I’m here, okay?”

A quiet sob escapes her lips as she whispers, “I killed them…”

“No, you didn’t. You have never killed anybody on purpose, любов моя.”

She just keeps crying quietly for a bit.

You softly caress her foot and ask, “can I take them off?”

“Mhm” she mumbles out, sniffling quietly.

You slowly untie the ballet shoes, sliding them off her feet. Noticing how bloody her feet have gotten under her ballet shoes, you sigh in concern and open your little bag you carry around, finding the gauze and wrap, putting on the gauze on the worst places, and wrapping it up to secure it in place before softly massaging each foot, enough to make her feel a bit more relaxed, but not too much, careful not to hurt her.

“Baby, can you look at me, please?” You ask in a whisper.

She looks up, her reddened face wet from tears. You move your hand calmly up to her cheek, brushing away the last tear prickling down her beautiful face, and giving her a loving smile.

“I will always love you,” you whisper.

She looks at your eyes and smiles slightly, whispering back, “I love you too.”

You get up, reaching for her hand as you pull her up, hugging her. As you are hugging, you slowly start moving side to side, as she rests her head on your chest.

“Drop everything now…” you begin singing slowly, slower than the tempo of the actual song.

“Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile,” you twirl her and continue dancing while looking at each other, “get me with those green eyes baby as the lights go down, give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around,” you boop her nose and she giggles, “cause I see sparks fly whenever you… smile,” you smile as you see her already smiling at you.

“Okay let’s go home now, okay? We don’t need your feet hurting even more. I love you, мое златно сърце.”

“I love you too, детка.”

(¯ ³¯)♡

[saephrond]

AITA for leaving because I didn't want to get an infectious disease and/or parasites in my perfect Elven feet?

So, I took my boots off for Daerhovan last night, and danced on glass and micro-organisms at the Pony stables like a wild beast. THE PONY STABLES! Where the cobblestone is COVERED in... well, you get the idea. Glass and poop. And who knows what else.

Nim ditched us to go sit in a dirty cart, whilst also being barefooted. I don't know where Fannir was, but probably doing something productive. Or probably getting foot infections somewhere else.

ANYWAY.

Do you know how many millennia it took me to get my feet looking so flawless? All the countless years spent oiling and massaging these bad boys, until they were softer than a newly born elfchild?

For some reason, Daer and I had trouble syncing with each other in dance, so we eventually started doing our own thing, where OUR BARED FEET were on display for the WHOLE TOWN and everyone in attendance.

As a high-elf, and after having partaken in such shenanigans, my prestige is down in the negatives.

AITA for leaving the concert after stubbing my toe on Daerhovan's? Looks like he decided to make his way downtown after the fact, so I don't feel bad.

But, WHEN I say he has steel-toes, I mean that if Elves were made of steel, Daerhovan would be that steely Elf, with the steel-toes, doing steely Elven things.

@loremastering @sewer-princess @elgaladwen

[zhenik]

Story telling for betas and cucks !

Michael

Emerald got home late the night. Looking back, Michael would always remember it as the night before the new rule went into place, but of course he had no way of knowing that at the time. Emerald and Christopher hadn’t told him yet.

“Good to see you, cucky,” Emerald said as she collapsed onto the sofa and took the glass of wine he brought her, kissed him before she took a sip. “I mean that selfishly tonight though. My feet are killing me.”

“I bet,” Michael told her.

She snapped her fingers and put her feet up on the sofa’s armrest. It was Michael’s signal to drop to his knees and slip off her shoes, but it was largely performative. He would’ve done that anyway.

She’d worn the flats she knew he loved: pink, scuffed up, one of her older pairs. She hadn’t worn them in a long time – and looking back he’d recognize this was something of both a gift and a cruel taunt, something he didn’t pick up on at the time. The sight of them alone was enough to make his penis strain against the chastity cage in his pants. The sight of the key to said cage on her anklet inches from his face did nothing to slow it down. He slipped off her shoes; she rolled her ankles and scrunched her toes and sighed. Michael breathed in the smell – vinegary with a dash of leather like always – and now the strain in his pants was painful. He put his hands on her sweat-slick soles – flecked with dirt from her after-work excursions around downtown Galina City, whatever they may have been – and started to rub.

Emerald sighed.

“Mmmmmm that feels so good,” she whispered.

Foot-play had always been intimate for them. Emerald had been self-conscious at first about the way her feet had smelled, but she’d gotten over that as she realized how much Michael actually loved it. Especially as it became clear he just wasn’t great in your run-of-the-mill penis-in-vagina sex situation. The after work foot worship and massage had become one of their little rituals, one of the ways they’d preserved intimacy even after Emerald had started dating Christopher and she’d put Michael in chastity.

Now, Michael planted a series of gentle kisses on her soles and toes and ankles and her giggle made him warm inside. Maybe he couldn’t satisfy Emerald sexually the way Christopher could, but he valued this too.

Emerald

Emerald put a hand over her lips to hide a smile she knew Michael likely still couldn’t see.

This was almost too mean. Michael wasn’t going to know about the new rule for another 24 hours, of course, and maybe that was even part of why this was so filthy fucking hot – her and Christopher knowing; her husband not – but it was going to be a mindfuck.

She stifled a giggle again and pulled her phone from her purse, shot a text over to her lover.

“He’s rubbing my feet now,” she told Christopher. “Am I the asshole for enjoying this too much?”

Christopher responded in 30 seconds, nothing but a devil’s face emoji. He’d been at the bar when they’d gotten drinks after work tonight, but they hadn’t hooked up. Not everyone at work knew about the arrangement, and anyway, they had big plans for introducing the new rule to Michael tomorrow night.

Fuck, she thought, and leaned back on the armrest behind her. This did feel good though. Her feet really had been killing her, and Michael had gotten pretty good at this over the years. Even his lips and his tongue on her feet felt good.

To say nothing of the implicit power exchange

(I just got home from work where I make way more than you ever have, house-husband, rub my fucking filthy feet at the snap of my fingers)

that had always kind of turned her on.

A warm, comfortable desire had lit in her core now, at the thought of seeing Christopher tomorrow. At the thought of Michael watching. At the thought of Michael hearing about the new rule.

She was going to miss this after work ritual, she decided, but not as much as she was going to enjoy the new rule going in place.

She put her phone down, yawned, closed her eyes, and thought about Christopher and tomorrow night.

Christopher

Early on, Christopher had loved an audience. Especially Michael, who always did look a little lost when he had to watch his wife get fucked. Back then, the performance, the look on Michael’s face, the palpate sense of warring emotions – all of that had been the spiciest part about the whole damn arrangement.

That had changed after he and Emerald started connecting though. He didn’t think he could ever date her outside of bed, but in bed? Fuck. These days he could all but forget her loser husband was still in the room when he picked her up and put her where he wanted her, pinned her wrists to the mattress and had his way with her, made her scream in ways Michael had never even knew she could.

Every now and then, though, he still loved an audience.

Which was where Emerald’s rule came in.

Just the thought of it – of what Michael was about to hear, what was going to happen next – made him harder, drove him deeper into her. It was even more mean – and hot – knowing how much Michael despised the smell and taste of cum.

Christopher was getting close, he could feel it now.

He pulled out of her and took his dick in his hands as Emerald rolled over onto her stomach and put her feet up in the air so that her toes were just barely scraping the bottoms of his balls.

There was no word in English, really, for how good that felt, with Emerald’s husband looking on.

“So Michael,” Emerald said, just as they’d planned it.

She giggled, which was not just as they’d planned it, but was insanely hot anyway.

“Christopher and I have decided on a new rule,” Emerald said to her husband, kneeling at the foot of the bed.

Christopher was close and fuck was this going to be earth-shattering.

“We’ve decided you don’t deserve to just kiss and touch my feet whenever you want,” Emerald continued. “We think you’re being selfish in that way. So.”

She paused and Chrstopher looked down, at the tip of his dick just brushing the bottoms of her feet.

It was enough. He came, his whole body wracking and writhing with pleasure as his mind went fully blank and he came all over her feet.

“So,” Emerald said, in a matter-of-fact tone. “From now on, you aren’t allowed to touch or kiss or smell my feet at all unless they are covered in Christopher’s cum. We think this will help you remember your place.”

Christopher took a deep breath and let it out, basking in the afterglow.

The load hung from Emerald’s feet in thick, ropy strands.

“You can start right now,” Chrsitopher said, and pointed to her feet.

Michael blinked, and he could tell the guy hadn’t fully registered this yet.

“Clean up that mess, cuck. I got to go piss.”

[shesadollette]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ❝ Remember Me Within My Most Memorable Shade ❞ ࣪ ˖

꒰ ⨾ ꒱ Total word count: 1,579

᪥⚘ Taglist: @linsyfelisyya, @raiha-storm65557

includes a pairing involving a touch-starved and vocally expressive hurting hero x a not-so vocally expressive villain whose love language is physical touch and acts of service. let’s see how this plays out.

��…So yes, in short, that is why I believe everyone is alone by the end of the day. No matter what. Nothing changes the fact that where they go or when, they’ll always wake up, sleep, breathe, and go about their daily lives in the body they live in.

“Others are merely passersby who have a choice to stay for as long as they’d like to. But in the end, someone may be buried together with their lover, but who knows whether or not they’ll walk together in the path of the afterlife.”

The villain merely eyed their colleague, falling speechless after the statement.

Both were in the so-called hero’s childhood bedroom. The old night light illuminated the room in its warm amber glow with shadows of stars scattered along the walls. Villain stood near the foot of the short bed while their dearest colleague sank on the small chair in front of the vanity, admiring themself in the mirror.

“I never knew that you view your people that way…” the figure standing murmured quietly that hero barely heard it. The hero was merely a civilian aiding their city folks and earning brownie points for their people to label them as one.

They glanced up to search for the villain’s eyes, who in the eyes of hero's followers possessed a thoroughly different ideology, earning them the title of one.

“Not just my followers, anyone who I work with closely too. You learn a thing or two after being the ‘hero’ of this shithole. I never wish to be too attached to anyone—it’s far too fatal. I’d lose sight of who I am and… what if I become dependable? What if the person I’m attached to dies? What if I experience a deep connection with them which doesn’t have to necessarily be called ‘love’? What do I do then?”

Oh.

Painful seconds of silence grew to a minute.

“What’s the point of being able to save everybody when you can’t even save yourself by the end of the day? Is that really the true meaning of being a ‘hero’? Is this what all ‘heroes’ are supposed to feel? Why do they even see me as a ‘hero’ when all I’ll ever be is just an ordinary civilian doing heroic things? I’m not special at all! Why do they even see me as ‘special’?”

“I…” the figure began stepping forward, shadowy imprints of stars moved across their body and face, the warm afterglow casting attractive shadows on the dimensions of their face.

When their colleague’s back was within their reach, they gingerly laid their palm on the small of their back. Villain stilled for a few seconds to check for any signs of resistance before splaying out their hand and caressing their back gently, making short and gradual rubbing motions.

“You and I, we’ve known each other for quite the longest time. We’d meet undercover downtown at the bar. We’d even share our secrets that we’d only whisper to the stars above. Trust me when I say that I do not know you that deeply yet, because if I did, I’d have known way sooner that you feel this way about yourself and others around you.”

“I don’t think it’s because you do not know me well. We may have different ideologies but we’re still depending on one another as you’ve mentioned, I just… have the tendency to bury my pain and my suffering better than how others know it. Besides, if I have to sacrifice everything for the sake of this godforsaken town from any other prevailing evil, my wellbeing would come second.”

Their hand brushed up along the spine and laid their palm on their partner’s exposed shoulder, stroking and massaging the tense flesh with a thumb as the hero’s breathing gradually slowed down even more in an attempt to provide comfort since their darling villain is by no means good with words.

“You seem to like being caressed like this, should I do this more? That is, if you’re fine with it.”

“I have nothing against it. Go ahead, you may handle me however you’d like. I trust you anyway.”

“Are you…?”

“Yes, I trust you. I am touch-starved. Unbelievably touch-starved. I don’t see the point in hiding it anyway when it’s too obvious and eating me from the inside. It hurts, I’m hurting. I am in pain, I am lonely. And somehow, embracing the fact that I’m in pain and confessing it to you makes it hurt less.”

Villain gripped their palms on the back of the chair and rotated it, an audible squeak on the varnish. They knelt down in front of their beloved, palms on the warmth of their knees, fingers stroking ever so gently on the skin underneath blinking gradually at them. “I am by no means good with words. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve never been vocally expressive, much less now that I’m grown. But, my body language is vocal enough to let others know that I can empathize with them. I hope that through my actions you’d still be able to feel comforted.”

“Tell me frankly, am I a burden? Have I always been a burden to you? Am I too cumbersome to handle? Sometimes I wish I was never born because I feel like I’m asking for too much affection. Sometimes I feel like I’m so pathetic because I’m needy and clingy. Why do I feel like I want affection more compared to an average amount a baby needs? Do you hate me for being like this? I’m sorry, I understand completely if you do.”

“Who… who told you that?”

“Told me what?”

“Everything that you’ve said previously, who is ever so cruel to bash someone for needing affection?”

“I… nobody. Nobody ever did. It’s just… me, I guess. It’s my intrusive thoughts taking over again. Nobody has ever assured me that it’s okay. That's why I thought that it was the wrong thing for me to want. Matter of fact, they never really encouraged me to seek affection, they always say ‘grow up, crying doesn’t solve anything, you’ve got to be strong and… and…’” Hero inhaled quickly through their open mouth, fists hardening on their thighs, “What if I’m tired of putting up a front? I thought we all exist to connect and provide instead of fighting on our own and against ourselves.”

Villain gathered the hero's trembling hands, stroking the back affectionately. “Everytime I look at you, I always see the kindest and the most beautiful soul to have ever shone a light upon my life. I’ve never doubted the fact that you are always honest about your feelings, you’ve always been kind, and I’m relieved that you still are. Please do not resent me for this but… I’m… thankful. Grateful that you are still alive, breathing.

“Be kind to yourself, that’s the bare minimum you could do, treat yourself like how you’d treat your own child when he or she is sick, there is absolutely no need to feel guilty. Guilt should only be for those who have done the wrong thing, but you are currently hurting, and that is not wrong at all. Please, what can I do for you?” Hero was entirely soundless as the only sound in the room was from the ticking of the clock.

“Wait, I know, both of us know that I’m not always gonna be there.” Villain glanced around, “Do you have a marker here somewhere?”

A limp hand pointed to the old study desk beside the vanity where some big books, binders, and a pencil case filled the space.

Villain walked toward the pile and gave a questioning glance toward their colleague, to which a nod was given in permission.

After a while, they returned with a colored marker and as they bent on one knee, they unclasped the tubular cap with a hollow pop and took Hero’s hand. “Do you see this color?” they spoke softly, drawing on the back of Hero’s hand. “This is my favorite color actually. What I want you to do is I want you to always find things associated with this color. It could be any shade so long as it falls under the category of this color, do you understand?”

“Why… how does it help?”

“I believe strongly that when you try remembering someone, you need other factors to help stimulate the brain to be able to paint a better picture of that person. For example if you walk in a bakery and you spot your significant other’s favorite cake, you’d automatically start thinking about them, no?”

“Now that I think about it… I think you may be right.”

Villain smiled affectionately, “Can I get a hug?”

Hero knew that they were gambling in a game of danger. Before their eyes the very tiger that would strip them to the barest skeleton of a prey and yet… they spread their arms wide and Villain threw themself in that welcoming embrace, embracing Hero tightly for the very first time, rubbing their palms desperately on their back, never wanting to let go. “Find me, remember me within that color. May it be flowers, paint, food, houses, anything, just know that as long as this color still exists, I’m always out there. I promise you, I won’t die happy until you feel the barest traces of being loved and appreciated.”

And yet, Hero found themself a home, a cradle in the arms of somebody.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Apólafsi (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Smiling God by the people of Olympius

Babe by Eudaimonia

Daddy by Paidia

Age- 36 (immortal)

Location- Hearthwood neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- He's very easy going, idealistic, & loyal to his values and to those who are important to him. He's also friendly with a playful spontaneous spark. He's married.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of enjoyment his other powers/abilities include limited photokinesis, excitement inducement, pleasure inducement, circus mastery, limited alcokinesis (alcohol manipulation), palletakinesis (paint manipulation), and balloon generation/manipulation.

Apólafsi lives in a large house (as part of a gated community) in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus with his family- his wife Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness) and daughter Paidia (goddess of play & amusement). They own a plethora of pets- rabbits, yorkshire terriers, a bird, & a pegasus (the latter belonging to his daughter). He's excited about the the upcoming addition, an english mastiff. Apólafsi even has an idea for a name- Boomer. He maintains the grass by mowing the lawn, clearing out the gutters, and cleaning the backyard pool.

He starts his day early with a jog through the neighborhood before returning home to make breakfast for his family. Before work, he'll also stop at the gym for a quick 30 minute workout.

Apólafsi has a few tattoos- a smiley face (dedicated to his wife) on his shoulder blade, a bunch of tiger lilies on his chest, and a bunch of may belles (lily of the valley) on his left ankle.

His PB & J pancakes are a specialty for breakfast- his daughter being a HUGE fan of them. He also makes eggs (sunny side up), hash browns, bacon, sausage links, cheesy grits, & cinnamon brown sugar oatmeal.

A go-to drink for him his white wine. He also likes vodka tonics, spiked lemonade, mineral water, orange juice, coconut water, scotch on the rocks, champagne, whiskey sours, good farmer cocktails, iced tea, frozen margaritas, and beer. Usuals from The Roasted Bean is a large decaf coffee (with plenty of cream) & an olympian sized coconut banana splash. There's also the homemade pineapple mango smoothies he makes that he likes.

Apólafsi is a hands on and dedicated husband & father. He adores Eudaimonia and Paidia. He often says that his wife's smile is able to brighten the darkest depths of Tartarus. Apólafsi sets up a relaxing bubble bath for his wife when she gets home from work and he always gives her a foot massage. They make it a point to have date night every week.

His favorite thing to get from The Bread Box is the chicken bacon ranch sandwich with a caesar salad (with extra ranch dressing & croutons).

He and his daughter Paidia have a close relationship. Apólafsi is more often to pick her up from school. He doesn't mind engaging in activities with her- like jumping rope, hopscotch, playing video games & board games, and doing tea parties. He considers himself a pro when it comes to doing his daughter's hair, even expertly laying down her baby hairs!

His favorite frozen treat is banana cream pie ice cream topped with a drizzle of caramel.

Apólafsi's primary business/source of income is being a professional photographer. His photography studio is located downtown. He primarily shoots family portraits and events- like birthdays, christenings, anniversaries, family reunions, weddings, holidays, & concerts. Apólafsi is also good friends with his assistant that works for him, a cyclops named Emeric. He also freelances as a clown for kids' birthday parties- his stage name being Wobbles McWiggles. It's more for fun than money. For other means of income Apólafsi models for/endorses monsieur provocateur and Sharp & Suave. There's a latest billboard of him in the Chant du Cygne neighborhood modeling the designer male underwear brand that's garnering a lot of attention.

He's fluent in Cypriot.

Apólafsi was part of the design and construction for the biggest indoor amusement park located in the Mall of Olympius.

He & his wife love hosting dinner parties at their house.

A guilty pleasure for him is an order of olympian sized onion rings with ten chicken tenders (with spicy ranch dipping sauce) from Olympic Chef.

In the pantheon Apólafsi is friends with Hydros (god of water), several river gods like Achelous (god of freshwater), Kópros (god of manure & excrement), Aegle (goddess of good health), Triptolemus (god of farming), Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest), Trochilus (god of the mill wheel), Záchari (god of confectionery), Aplistos (god of avarice), Favian (god of philosophy), Ktesios (god of the household), Oeno (goddess of berries & wine), Anatole (goddess of sunrise), Matikós (god of performance), Pathos (god of emotion), Hesperis (goddess of the evening & sunset), Elpis (goddess of hope), Priapus (god of fertility, vegetable gardens, livestock, sexuality, & masculinity), Epimetheus (Titan god of afterthought), and Agathodaemon (Daemon) (god of vineyards, grainfields, & luck).

He tries to get Kópros to come out of his shell more. A few weeks ago they both went to a burlesque show in the city. It was pretty humorous seeing Kópros blush.

Apólafsi went bungee jumping from Ombrios Canyon along with his wife, Epimetheus, and Epimetheus' wife Pandora. He wore a body cam during the jump & the video was posted on Eudaimonia's PanopTube channel.

His favorite desserts are his wife's peach cobbler and banana pudding.

Apólafsi loves traveling! With his family they've been to Achaea several times, the highlight of their trip being the Achaean Beignet Festival. There are plans for future vacations to Shimmering Tail Island, Mykonos, & Santorini.

He enjoyed his "bros trip" to Lemnos with Epimetheus, Matikós, Priapus, and Daemon where they sand surfed along the sand dunes.

Apólafsi and Achelous once went to the Tidal nightclub where they drunkenly performed karaoke.

In his free time he enjoys spending time with his family, surfing, football (soccer), golf, tennis, basketball, cooking, sunbathing, bowling, reading, playing pool, swimming, mountain climbing, poker, dancing, going to the cinema, and hanging out with friends.

His all time favorite meal is roasted chicken, baked mac n' cheese, & rice with gravy.

"We learn best in the moments of enjoyment."

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 123: An Ungraceful End

After his triumphant day at work, Peachy limped eagerly towards Spencer’s massage chair, while Jack headed off to take a yoga class with Steven.

His stomach cramps had slowly subsided, but his right foot still complained sharply with every step. Peachy was sure his uncle’s magic fingers would soothe the ache away and grant him the sweet release from pregnancy related swelling and stress he had come to count on.

This time Spencer’s ministrations had the opposite of their usual effect. Each kneading manipulation seemed to worsen the pain and Peachy had to beg his uncle to stop right away. When he explained about the impromptu sprint through downtown Strangerville that had triggered this newest issue Spencer suggested he get that foot checked out at the local clinic. They both knew a massage shouldn’t hurt like that.

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Deeply disappointed that his hopes for quick pain relief had been dashed, Peachy asked Spencer to let him rest there until Jack got done with class.

He had been finding it much harder to get up and down in the final stages of his pregnancy, and if this new pain was just going to get worse every time he put weight on his right leg, he’d rather not wander around on it until he had his husband to lean on, figuratively and literally.

When Jack eventually came to assist his teary-eyed spouse, Peachy started to apologize about the inconvenience, but Jack shushed him. After the bear attack at The Falls the shoe had been on the other foot and helping each other when you were down was what best bros were for, after all. He continued to hold tightly to Peachy’s arm, supporting the clearly emotional sim all the way out of the arts center and over to the medical clinic.

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Similar to the situation with Peachy’s father when they were young, Spencer’s advise was timely and sound. An X-ray clearly showed that his nephew’s little adventure had pushed his aching feet past their limits, resulting in a stress fracture. Could anything else, Peachy wondered, possibly go wrong!?

He was fitted with an orthopedic boot to stabilize and take pressure off his injury while it healed. To aid in his recovery and avoid a fall the doctor suggested it was best if he try to minimize walking as much as possible for the time being.

When peachy started to argue that he couldn’t miss work Jack shot him a stern look and promised to make sure his husband stayed off his feet.

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Back home that evening Jack got Peachy settled securely onto the couch and turned on the sports channel to keep him occupied as he started some broth simmering for their dinner. He came back quickly, keeping the dejected sim company as the soup steeped, a delicious scent soon wafting from the kitchen.

When his special Matzo Ball soup was ready, he brought a table into the living room so they could eat without going far or missing the game. While they ate, Jack told Peachy that with this nightmare pregnancy almost at the finish line it was time to take family leave. They’d both stay home, and Jack would make sure Peachy, and the baby, had everything they needed right up until the end.

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Peachy was tempted to argue. He’d really wanted to keep working until his scheduled surgery, squeezing out every bit of progress at work that he could, but the look on Jack’s face showed he’d be fighting a losing battle. Besides, despite his career goals, he knew deep down his body needed the break.

Wrapping his arms around his protruding belly he muttered to his unborn child that they sure were causing daddy a lot of trouble for someone so small before reaching for his husband’s hand and joking that he expected to be treated like the pregnant king he was.

With a bow and a smile Jack promised to be at “His Majesty’s” beck and call before they both picked up their cell phones to officially begin family leave.

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Want To See More? View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

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Salon Suite Rental: A Guide to Pricing and Budgeting

In the vibrant city of Miami, the beauty industry is thriving, and many professionals are opting for a more independent path by renting salon suites. If you’re considering joining this growing trend and searching for salon suites for rent in Miami, understanding pricing and budgeting is crucial for your success. This guide will help you navigate the financial aspects of renting a salon suite in Miami FL, ensuring that you make informed decisions that align with your business goals.

Understanding the Costs of Renting a Salon Suite

The cost of renting a salon suite in Miami can vary significantly based on several factors, including location, size, amenities, and the specific salon suite community you choose. Typically, you can expect to pay anywhere from $500 to $2,000 per month. Here are the primary components that affect pricing:

Location: Areas like South Beach or Downtown Miami might have higher rental prices due to their popularity and foot traffic. In contrast, suites in suburban areas may offer more affordable rates.

Size and Layout: Larger suites with more space to accommodate additional services (like massage chairs, styling stations, or nail stations) generally cost more. Assess your needs to determine the appropriate size for your suite.

Amenities: Some salon suites come fully equipped with furniture, lighting, and decor, while others may require you to bring your own. Suites with additional features like a break room, receptionist services, or advanced equipment can have higher rental prices.

Lease Terms: Many salon suite providers offer flexible lease options ranging from month-to-month agreements to annual leases. Shorter leases may have a higher monthly rate but can be beneficial if you’re unsure about your long-term plans.

Budgeting for Additional Expenses

When renting a salon suite, it's essential to look beyond the monthly rent and consider additional expenses that will impact your overall budget:

Utilities: Some rental agreements include utilities like water, electricity, and Wi-Fi, while others do not. Clarify this upfront to avoid surprises in your monthly expenses.

Supplies and Inventory: As an independent beauty professional, you’ll need to stock up on products and supplies to serve your clients. Estimate your monthly spending based on the services you offer and create a list of essential items.

Insurance: Professional liability insurance is vital for salon suite owners. This cost can vary, but budgeting for insurance will help protect your business and personal assets.

Marketing and Promotion: To attract clients, invest in marketing your new salon suite. This could include creating a website, social media marketing, or local advertising. Allocate funds for promotional efforts, especially in your first few months.

Setting Your Pricing Strategy

Once you’ve established your budget, the next step is to determine your pricing strategy for services. Here are some tips to help you price your offerings effectively:

Research Competitors: Look at what other beauty professionals in your area charge for similar services. This information will give you insight into market rates and help you position your prices competitively.

Factor in Costs: Ensure that your pricing covers not only your costs but also provides a profit margin. Consider all expenses, including rent, supplies, and marketing.

Offer Packages: Consider offering service packages or membership options to encourage repeat business and client loyalty. This approach can help stabilize your income.

Conclusion

Renting a salon suite in Miami can be a rewarding venture, providing the freedom and flexibility to build your brand. By understanding the pricing structure, budgeting for additional expenses, and setting a strategic pricing plan, you can ensure that your salon suite business thrives in this bustling city. Whether you're looking for salon suites for rent in Miami FL careful planning and budgeting will set the foundation for your success.

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Walking Once Again

A new low on Thursday for my blood sugar: 166. Avoidance of sweets and carbs and plenty of walking seems to be helping. Once we’ve had our first PCP appointments in September, I hope there can be adjustments to my meds schedule.

After morning coffee and brain games, we headed down to Creswell for a loaf of bread and the chipotle ham brioche breakfast sandwiches. Then we returned to Eugene and hit DSW to get some new walking shoes with better support for Nancy.

We then started our Thursday walking experience at Alton Baker Park, stopping first at the Nobel Peace Park, opened in 2013, celebrating the more than 20 American recipients of the Nobel Peace Prize.  The park honors recipients ranging from Theodore Roosevelt and Frank Kellogg, to Martin Luther King, Jr., and Barack Obama.

From there we crossed the Willamette River by way of the Peter DeFazio Bridge, a bicycle and pedestrian bridge that was completed in 2000 and cost $2.8 million. It connected to the South Bank trail system and took us to the Downtown Riverfront Park, part of an ongoing redevelopment of an old industrial area, a project that will see the construction of a brand new neighborhood, along with an urban plaza and a three-acre park.

One feature is a ten-foot-tall chrome sculpture of a great blue heron. It was created by Jud Turner, the Eugene artist who also built the other metallic heron sculpture we visited near the University of Oregon. Entitled “Naseem,” it was installed in 2022.

Then came the old Eugene Water and Electric Board Steam Plant, built in three phases between 1931 and 1950. The 28,000-square-foot structure will eventually be transformed into a hotel and cultural hub, according to current development plans.

A little further along, a 15-acre parcel along the Willamette River has been transformed into a pedestrian throughway filled with wildflowers and art installations by the University of Oregon’s Fuller Initiative Land Lab (FILL). Founded in 2022, Land Lab operates as an “innovation landscape” to support field experiments and experiential learning.

We crossed back across to the north bank of the Willamette on the Dave and Lynn Frohnmayer Pedestrian and Bicycle Bridge. Also known as the Autzen Footbridge, it is a bicycle and pedestrian bridge named after former University of Oregon president David B. Frohnmayer.

Walking back to our parking place, we also passed Nearby Nature, an organization which fosters appreciation of nature and provide tools for ecological living. It offers youth and family, adult and school programs—including day camps, nature walks, and gardening programs—and has served tens of thousands.

An outdoor performance venue, the Cuthbert Amphitheater, is also located not far from where we parked. It offers opportunities to enjoy live music outdoors during Oregon summers. The Beach Boys perform on Sunday, while Air Supply and Floydian Slips are scheduled in September before the season ends.

Not long after we made it home, we packed up Nancy’s massage table and supplies and went out to Marcola so she could give treatments to Kalen and Kurt. While she went to work, I wandered around the nearby “family ranch” taking more pictures. During my exploration of the ranch house I stepped on a nail. It did not hurt much, but there was a little blood and the nail was rusty, so I will schedule a tetanus shot soon.

We got home about an hour before I needed to leave for my Thursday evening recovery meeting, so we quickly prepared leftovers of meatloaf and rice, and cooked some green beans. I took an umbrella with me to the meeting, but the rain did not start until I was back inside Springfield’s city limits.

We closed the evening with the Wednesday edition of Colbert and then viewed the first episode of “High Desert” on AppleTV. Starring Patricia Arquette, the comedy drama tells the story of Peggy, a former addict, who makes a life-changing decision to become a private investigator. It ran eight episodes and was not renewed, but we enjoyed it enough to try a second program.

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Massages @Svahayoga Amsterdam

We love stretching and exercising our bodies, but sometimes you just need a bit more to truly unwind. Luckily, we know extremely skilled masseurs who transform our spaces to massage studios when we’re not using them. They’re all independent contractors, so you will need to contact them directly for booking and pricing.

Bianka @Svahayoga Downtown Shala

Nuad Thai boran, Deep tissue, Deep tissue combined with lava stones or yoga nidra

📩 youniversessions@gmail.com 📞 06-42124044

Hester @Svahayoga North studio

Shiatsu therapy, Daoist counselling and coaching

📩 shiatsuinamsterdam.com 📞 06-41107989

Marjolein

Deep tissue, relaxation, foot reflexology, fascia cupping (or a combination)

📩 focusflowmassage@gmail.com 📞 06-40759759

€70/uur €90/1,5 uur

Moaz @Svahayoga Downtown Shala

Deep tissue, relaxation, foot reflexology, Thai Yoga massage

📩 mo1993_18@hotmail.com 📞 06-38137831

Roza @Svahayoga Downtown Shala

Thai & Energetic Massage

📩 rozasremedies@gmail.com 📞 06-22240907

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Find the Best Pedicure near Me

Getting a pedicure goes beyond just making your toes look good—the treatments come with a number of health and aesthetic benefits. To help you find the best salons to pamper your feet, Booksy has compiled a list of top-rated businesses with authentic customer reviews.

This clean nail salon is known for its nontoxic products and 8-free polish. The East Williamsburg location has a relaxing vibe and delicious citrus tea.

Tenoverten

Co-founders Nadine Abramcyk and Adair Ilyinsky saw a gap in their hometown of New York City, where nail salons seemed to be a bit hit-or-miss in terms of providing clients with an experience they could relax at and trust in. They decided to combine their expertise in nail care with a clean beauty philosophy and create Tenoverten, a chic yet natural line of polishes that also includes salon tools and hand-and-nail care products.

Their nail polish is free of 8 chemicals, including dbp, formaldehyde, toluene, camphor, xylene, and triphenyl phosphate, so it doesn't harm your nails or the environment. The brand's cuticle oil and other products are equally as effective and less-toxic, and they use a range of clean ingredients that leave nails and hands nourished and smooth.

Ladybird Nail + Spa

Ladybird is located in the cozy downtown area of Jersey City, and they are known for their quality work. They also offer a wide range of other services, from hair to lashes. You can book your appointment online or walk-ins are welcome.

This upscale salon is the place to go if you want to get a best pedicure near me that will leave you feeling like a queen. The salon is decorated with sofas for pedicure chairs and reclaimed wood benches, making the experience feel more luxurious than usual. They also use a fresh set of tools for each client, following all the necessary sanitation protocols to ensure safety and cleanliness.

Their service is a bit more pricey than some of the other options, but they are worth it for their attention to detail and customer satisfaction.

Joy Nail Salon

This beauty spot has a modern feel that reflects the beauty services they offer. They work with high-quality products to provide clients with a luxurious and relaxing experience. They also offer a variety of nail art services to add some color and personality to your nails.

Many of the nail polishes used in this salon are free of traditional toxins that are both dangerous for your health and terrible for the environment. This is one of the few salons in the city that prioritizes conscious products, so you can rest assured knowing you’re doing your part to help the environment while looking fabulous. This salon offers a wide range of pedicure cost options, so you’ll be sure to find something that suits your needs. Plus, you can enjoy a soothing massage while you’re getting your nails done.

Simply Polished

If you’re a fan of a relaxing afternoon and gorgeous nails, this nail salon is the place

for you. The salon has high standards and provides customers with a safe environment. Its staff also follows strict hygiene standards.

The salon offers many different types of pedicures. These include regular pedicures, spa pedicures and gel manicures. A regular pedicure includes a foot soak, cuticle work and nail shaping. It also includes a massage and the application of polish.

Many people also choose to get a specialty pedicure. These usually come in a package, but can be added on to a regular or spa pedicure. These include chocolate pedicures, which use a cocoa scrub and lotion, margarita pedicure Berwick, which have lime salt and lotion and champagne pedicures, which have grape seed scrubs and lotion.

SoHo Nail

Known for legit works of art that you won't stop taking pictures of, this boutique nail salon is the NYC go-to spot for trendy gel nail designs. It has more of a studio than spa vibe (it offers only manis, no pedis) and you choose your manicure design from the curated look book.

If you prefer the low-key comfort of a spa, Bushwick fave Local Honey is your place. They do it all (waxing, massages, nails) and even produce their own line of nontoxic, 8-free polishes.

A-listers are regulars at this upscale SoHo nail salon, which specializes in custom, one-of-a-kind gel art and nails that last (using Apres Gel X). This salon also sells a collection of the nail art and charms you can use to create your own signature look.