#Hot and Cold Drink Tumbler

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Sloth Design "Inhale the Good, Exhale the Bad" 20 oz Stainless Steel Travel Tumbler

Relax and sip in style with our 20 oz stainless steel travel tumbler, featuring an adorable sloth and the humorous phrase, 'Inhale the good shit, exhale the bad bullshit.' Designed for both hot and cold beverages, this tumbler’s double-wall insulation keeps drinks at the perfect temperature for hours. With a secure lid to prevent spills and a durable stainless steel body, it’s perfect for coffee, tea, or your favorite cold drinks on the go. Whether you’re commuting, working, or relaxing at home, this tumbler is a daily reminder to stay chill and take life as it comes!

Its sleek and slim design feels great in your hand and effortlessly fits into your car's cupholder, making it ideal for travel and daily use.

Complete with a convenient straw and spill-proof lid, this tumbler is designed for ease and practicality. The premium polymer coating not only enhances durability but also showcases vibrant colors with a glossy finish, ensuring the design remains bright and clear.

The slender straight shape makes it a breeze to hold and perfectly compatible with car drink holders. Versatile enough for both hot and cold beverages, it's your go-to companion wherever you roam.

Whether you're hitting the road or relaxing at home, this tumbler combines style with functionality, making it a thoughtful and practical gift for any occasion. Treat your friend (or yourself!) to this stylish tumbler and enjoy the perfect sip, every time.

This tumbler has a premium polymer coating which makes the design colors bright, clear, and complete with a beautiful glossy finish.

- The completely skinny straight shape makes it really easy to handle and even fit into your car drink holders.

- Can be used with Hot and Cold drinks.

- Made using a sublimation printing process that can be more costly than other methods, but it lasts longer, and will not crack or peel over time.

Tumbler Care instructions: Hand wash only- Do not soak in water- Do not use any type of abrasive sponges - Avoiding extreme heat- Not placing in dishwasher as it can be exposed to high heat temperatures. - Never placing your tumbler into a microwave- Allow your tumbler, lid, and straw to air dry

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

After a package leaves my hands with the post office, Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations is not held responsible. Current Turnaround Time due to upcoming Holidays - 1-5 Business Days. While we always use priority shipping options, once shipped we cannot guarantee delivery due to the backlog current being experienced USPS/UPS/FedEx. If you have a strict deadline, please message me when ordering so that I can note any rush requests. Ownership of packages turned over to USPS transfers to the Buyer. We are not responsible for lost, held, damaged packages or delayed packages, once your package(s) leaves our Shop it is completely out of our control. Thank you for understanding!

Thank you so much for supporting our "small Granny & Grandpa's Shop", we truly appreciate YOU!

Please visit www.grannygrandpascustomcreations.com/shop to view more of our creations!

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Granny and Grandpa's Custom Creations is your one-stop shop for unique, personalized items and boutique clothing! Located in Buffalo, MN, this family-owned small business specializes in custom-designed t-shirts for all ages, stylish distressed flannels, boutique clothing, stainless steel tumblers, and more. Whether you're shopping for a thoughtful gift, creating a personalized family t-shirt, or looking for unique holiday items, Granny and Grandpa's offers high-quality, creative products you’ll love. Shop online or in-store for exclusive designs and unbeatable service!

[niqueflaws1]

My childhood 😍 I loved Lisa Frank when I was growing up 💕

Grab your tumbler at www.niquezcollection.com

[tamblifyy]

Tumbler: Tropical Beach Tumbler - Enjoy Life Under the Sun, 20oz

[mahammedi-dhia-1]

Sleek Dragon Tumbler - Copper Vacuum Insulated Tumbler, 22oz

Elevate your hydration game with this striking white tumbler, featuring a bold black dragon design. Made from high-quality stainless steel, this tumbler keeps your beverages hot or cold for hours. Its slim and modern profile fits easily into cup holders, making it perfect for on-the-go lifestyles. Whether you're heading to the gym, the office, or a nature hike, this tumbler adds a touch of fierce elegance to your day. The dragon symbol, known for strength and wisdom, makes this tumbler an inspiring companion wherever you go. shop from this link and thank you

[products-4you]

Light Pink Rose Copper Vacuum Insulated Tumbler, 22oz

حافظ على ترطيب جسمك بأناقة على أساس يومي مع هذا الكوب المخصص. بسعة 22 أونصة وعزل مفرغ من النحاس، يحافظ كوبنا على مشروباتك المفضلة باردة ومنعشة لمدة 24 ساعة وساخنة بشكل مريح لمدة تصل إلى 6 ساعات. يتميز الجزء الخارجي المصنوع من الفولاذ المقاوم للصدأ بأنه مقاوم للتكثيف بينما يضيف الطلاء المسحوق نقاطًا إضافية من الأناقة.

.: غطاء بلاستيكي شفاف يتم تركيبه من النسيج : المادة: هيكل مفرغ من الفولاذ المقاوم للصدأ بجدار مزدوج ومتين مع عزل من النحاس .: خالٍ من مادة BPA .: 22 أونصة (0.65 لتر) .: طلاء متين .: ملاحظة: قد تختلف أدوات التصميم باللون الأسود على الزجاج باللون الأسود. استخدم خلفية شفافة .: ملاحظة: لا يتم عرض عناصر التصميم شبه يلامس بشكل صحيح دائمًا على الزجاجات ذات الألوان .: ملاحظة: لا يمكن لمزود الطباعة ضمان محاذاة وضع التصميم مع مقابض الغطاء كما هو موضح في الارتباطات الأولية

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[saleh2026]

White Rose Tumbler

[jmmadi]

Life is short, live it with passion

Enjoy your favorite drink with this unique tumbler featuring a beautiful design of a cute cat next to an inspirational phrase. This tumbler is perfect for cat lovers and fans of watercolor art, combining elegance and functionality. Made from high-quality materials to keep your drink hot or cold for longer. Its attractive design with the cat and phrase makes it a standout piece of art you can take any here

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[adeshop]

Stanley Quencher H2.0 Flow State Stainless Steel Vacuum Insulated Tumbler with Lid and Straw for Water, Iced Tea or Coffee, Smoothie and More

[wttcsms]

you achieve iconic wag status when, during an especially hot game where there’s a shortage of water available for the players, you lend your boyfriend your stanley of ice cold water. now, online forever, are images of your hot, sweaty boyfriend sitting on the bench, clutching your pink tumbler for life as he drinks out of the straw like an overgrown toddler and his sippy cup. after he’s done, he’s well trained enough to put back the silicon straw cover, which is in the shape of a pink bow. his teammates never let him hear the end of it, but he gets the last laugh because he’s the only one completely hydrated

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Cocktails

"Cocktail," like many words, has evolved over time, broadening its meaning.

While it once indicated a narrow range of drinks—perhaps originally a single drink—it is now customarily used to cover nearly the full range of mixed drinks available in the bars of the world.

Purists may insist that a true cocktail include at least 3 ingredients, two of which are distilled liquor and bitters. Others may argue that any drink mixed on the spot from two or more ingredients, at least one of which is alcoholic, is a cocktail.

The first known references to drinks called cocktails come from the late 18th and early 19th centuries. At that time, alcoholic beverages were largely served in inns and public houses, and weary travelers and thirsty locals would order concoctions.

LONG DRINKS

Also known as tall drinks, are simply drinks in tall glasses with larger amounts of mixer than short drinks.

Some, like highballs, are simple and straightforward; others are complex concoctions.

What they have in common is a relaxed quality, in that they present a relatively low concentration of alcohol and, often, an easy-drinking accessibility.

SHORT DRINKS

A drink served in a tumbler or old-fashioned glass.

Since they contain a higher concentration of alcohol than long drinks, they tend to be built more for slow, deliberate sipping—but there are no hard and fast rules here.

UP DRINKS

The classic image of a cocktail: shaken or stirred with ice and served, almost always strained, in a cocktail glass.

The most elegant of the cocktails, and not only because of their presentation.

Subtle or intense, austere or rich, they tend to have distinct personalities.

SHOTS & SHOOTERS

The most recreational of cocktails.

Despite their popular image, most of them are actually rather low in alcohol; the danger of shots lies in the temptation to drink too many, too quickly. Given how delicious many of them are, that can be all too easy to do.

HOT & FROZEN DRINKS

Hot cocktails have a long history, having been used for centuries to warm chilled travelers and bar customers.

Frozen cocktails are a more recent development, but they offer a bracing kind of refreshment that is perfect for steamy summer evenings.

Some Cocktails

Classic Cocktails

Some drinks have become timeless, iconic libations of cocktail culture:

THE MARTINI Despite a myriad of variations since its first appearance in the nineteenth century, the classic Martini remains the quintessential elegant cocktail: a cool, somewhat austere drink, not showy, but certainly powerful.

THE MANHATTAN The richness and power of whiskey gives the Manhattan slightly rougher edges than the Martini. It gained prominence in the 1930s as one of the five Borough cocktails of New York.

THE OLD FASHIONED Long before Don Draper of Mad Men revived interest in this classic, adding bitters and sugar to whiskey was a mainstay of cocktail culture and one of the most basic drink preparations.

THE DAIQUIRI The classic rum cocktail, the Daiquiri was a favorite of Ernest Hemingway and John F. Kennedy, and has spawned a host of variations.

Seasonal Drinks

Though most cocktails inhabit the perpetual season known as cocktail hour, many capture—or help create—the distinct mood of each quarter of the year.

SPRING & SUMMER Light, refreshing cocktails dominate the spring. Consider such classics as slings, smashes, lemonade drinks, and colorful coolers. Go-to cocktail: a French 75 Summer is, of course, the season for clear and tropical cocktails. Fresh fruit fills the market stands, the sun pours down through long days, and a cold, sweet-and-tart drink is what you crave. While you could always go for a Gin and Tonic, for a bit more personality try one of the great Caribbean drinks—a classic Daiquiri will keep you cool.

FALL & WINTER As Keats put it, autumn is the “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,” and that vibe is what you’ll want in a cocktail. Deeper, richer drinks come to the fore. Any drink involving apple juice or apple brandy chimes with sentimental visions of autumn. Go-to cocktail: a Sidecar. When winter comes, linger over an Irish Coffee or Hot Toddy; or brace yourself against the cold with a potent whiskey drink—stay toasty warm with an Old Fashioned.

Champagne Cocktails

Occupy a distinct niche in cocktail culture.

At once colorful and elegant, festive and intimate, they lend themselves not only to romantic settings but also to expensive parties.

Source: The Ultimate Cocktail Encyclopedia by Walter Burns More Writing References: Wine-tasting ⚜ Drunkenness ⚜ Drinking

[riverianepondsims]

The Sims 4 to The Sims 3 - LittleDica Rise & Grind Coffeehouse Set

Quite some time ago, I mentioned that a café themed set was on the horizon - here it is now! ☕ Important info and download 💾 below:

About a year ago, I worked on several projects, but many things happened that prevented the release of them. This set was one of them - primarily, I make things for myself and my own use and post later. However, when it came to posting these, some items needed a little extra attention as I wanted them to look a little better, and I ended up adding more than I originally had. It's here now, so it all worked out in the end :) Some of you may have spotted some of these items in my Target set previews 🧐 bonus points to you. Most of LittleDica's sets are my absolute favorite from TS4, and I'm already working on more. Plan to see more of these and others soon! Here's what's included: Aroma Sensations Mural - Wall Deco Professionally Scribbled Chalk Drawing - Wall Deco Dracaena Lemon Lime Plant - Deco Splash of Coffee Mural - Wall Deco Artist's Café Mural - Wall Deco Napkin Holder - Deco Café Bar - Deco Surface with many slots Counter Straw Holder - Separated deco from café bar mesh Counter Menu Sign - Separated deco from café bar mesh Coffee Shop Wall Sign (Text) - Wall Light Coffee Shop Wall Sign (Round) - Wall Light Coffee Shop Wall Sign (Large Backlit) - Wall Light Preparation Station - Display/Miscellaneous Surface, has many deco slots for holding items Coffee Beans Bin - Floor Deco Coffee Bags Bin - Floor Deco Coffee Bean Silo - Deco Wall Menu Sign - Wall Deco Iced Drink Tumbler - Deco Coffee Machine Pods - Deco Coffee Mug - Deco Espresso Powder - Deco Corporate Window Stickers - Wall Deco Syrup Bottle - Deco Spice Shaker - Deco Reusable Hot Coffee Cup - Deco H&B Smooth Pro Blender - Functional food processor appliance Barista Professionista Coffee Grinder - Functional coffee machine appliance Functional EA Edit by Me - Separated Barista Bar - Fully functional version of the barista bar coffee machine without the counter. It is "floating" and does not require placement on a counter or surface. May want to use moveobjects and/or alt placement to place around objects and surfaces, but is very versatile and works just like the original! Dunkin' - Lot file, modified version of TKL4EVR's Great American Eateries Baskin-Robbins Lot. Around this time last year, Dunkin became my favorite go-to coffee, and mocha cold brew has got me through the rollercoaster of this last year! ☕️ I edited this lot for me, but figured I'd share. Place in: The Sims 3 > Library Collection File - collection file to find the items easy in build/buy mode. Place in: The Sims 3 > Collections > User 🔍 Search: You can search for riverianepondsims, LittleDica, or 2023 to locate the items conveniently using a catalog search mod.

- You can find all of my previous uploads conveniently by clicking “Navigation” on my blog and going to “Downloads” or visiting riverianepondsims downloads

My downloads will always be free, but if you would like to say thank you: Ko-fi ☕

💾 Download: SFS - Archive file ☕️🍩🥐

[grannyandgrandpascreations]

20 oz Gasoline Stainless Steel Travel Mug - Insulated & Stylish for Hot and Cold Drinks

Fuel your day with style! Our 20 oz stainless steel traveling drinking mug features a bold Gasoline-inspired design, perfect for car enthusiasts and vintage lovers alike. Built with double-wall insulation, this mug keeps beverages hot or cold for hours. Its leak-proof lid ensures a mess-free experience whether you’re on a road trip, at work, or relaxing at home. Crafted from high-quality, BPA-free stainless steel, it’s durable, lightweight, and easy to clean. Make a statement with this unique and functional travel companion!

Crafted from sturdy stainless steel, this tumbler is engineered with double-wall insulation to maintain your beverages at the perfect temperature for hours on end. Whether you prefer your drink piping hot or refreshingly cold, this tumbler ensures it stays just right.

Its sleek and slim design feels great in your hand and effortlessly fits into your car's cupholder, making it ideal for travel and daily use.

Complete with a convenient straw and spill-proof lid, this tumbler is designed for ease and practicality. The premium polymer coating not only enhances durability but also showcases vibrant colors with a glossy finish, ensuring the design remains bright and clear.

The slender straight shape makes it a breeze to hold and perfectly compatible with car drink holders. Versatile enough for both hot and cold beverages, it's your go-to companion wherever you roam.

Whether you're hitting the road or relaxing at home, this tumbler combines style with functionality, making it a thoughtful and practical gift for any occasion. Treat your friend (or yourself!) to this stylish tumbler and enjoy the perfect sip, every time.

This tumbler has a premium polymer coating which makes the design colors bright, clear, and complete with a beautiful glossy finish.

- The completely skinny straight shape makes it really easy to handle and even fit into your car drink holders.

- Can be used with Hot and Cold drinks.

- Made using a sublimation printing process that can be more costly than other methods, but it lasts longer, and will not crack or peel over time.

Tumbler Care instructions: Hand wash only- Do not soak in water- Do not use any type of abrasive sponges - Avoiding extreme heat- Not placing in dishwasher as it can be exposed to high heat temperatures. - Never placing your tumbler into a microwave- Allow your tumbler, lid, and straw to air dry

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

After a package leaves my hands with the post office, Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations is not held responsible. Current Turnaround Time due to upcoming Holidays - 1-5 Business Days. While we always use priority shipping options, once shipped we cannot guarantee delivery due to the backlog current being experienced USPS/UPS/FedEx. If you have a strict deadline, please message me when ordering so that I can note any rush requests. Ownership of packages turned over to USPS transfers to the Buyer. We are not responsible for lost, held, damaged packages or delayed packages, once your package(s) leaves our Shop it is completely out of our control. Thank you for understanding!

Thank you so much for supporting our "small Granny & Grandpa's Shop", we truly appreciate YOU!

Please visit www.grannygrandpascustomcreations.com/shop to view more of our creations!

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Discover Granny and Grandpa's Custom Creations, a family-owned small business in downtown Buffalo, MN. Specializing in custom t-shirts, boutique clothing, flannels, tumblers, and more! Rev up your style with our 20 oz Gasoline stainless steel travel mug! Durable, insulated, and leak-proof, it’s perfect for hot coffee, cold drinks, and on-the-go adventures. Ideal for car enthusiasts!

[lovelytsunoda]

kill of the night // lando norris

summary: she hates parties. especially quadrant parties hosted in large creepy mansions. at least the hot pirate hosting the party is into her, or she would have left ages ago.

pairing: lando norris x female reader

warnings: consumption of alcohol, lando cannot take anything seriously to save his life, the eerie feeling of being watched (anxiety or haunted house, you decide), pirate themed sexual innuendos, mention of spiders (arachnophobia warning!) reader has mild autism

the lights were low and the music loud as she pushed her way through the crowd, desperate for a drink and a moment of peace. the music was bad (some club mix of the rocky horror picture soundtrack) and all she wanted was for her massive headache to go away.

too bad she didn’t drink often. maybe something stronger than a hard lemonade would make this evening bearable.

she sat at the bar, feeling the eerie sensation of all eyes on her as she scanned the sea of bodies for the slew of other glittery fairy wings she had arrived with. she didn't even know some of the girls that well. all of the girls from her program had been invited, and she was trying to be a team player.

one girl was making out with a stranger, two others playing beer pong. the rest were lost to the crowd, dancing in ways that would definitely have disappointed their parents.

when the tuxedoed bartender came back with the crystal tumbler that had her vodka lemonade in it, she frowned at the tiny plastic sword, a gummy worm speared through it.

she just wanted a normal fucking drink.

sighing, she grabbed the glass and got to her feet, sending one last glance to the other girls before she started making her way towards the exit, mindful of the massive plastic wings strapped to her back. she had half a mind to just rip them off and throw them into the nearest trash can.

the outside hallway wasn't much better, and she found herself reaching into her purse for her airpods, less for music and more to just to cancel out the noise. she extracted the green plastic sword, taking the gummy worm off the plastic and dropping it into her mouth. the dj was playing ghostbusters, and she wanted nothing more than to be back home in her small, peaceful dorm, wrapped in her fleece blanket and reading 'love in the time of serial killers', or in the warm movie theatre watching 'a haunting in venice'.

instead she was here.

folding the small sword over in her hands, she grabbed her drink from the side table and made her way down the dreary hallway to get some fresh air.

the outside of the mansion was peaceful, if not a little disused. the hedges were neatly trimmed, the flowers well tended to as she sat down on a stone bench, the cold from the surface seeping in through the fabric of her dress as she took a sip of her drink.

truth be told, the peaceful atmosphere of the large, creepy mansion had been one of the few reasons she had agreed to come, living out her 'haunted mansion' fantasy: ghost who's been pining after her for centuries, the promise of eternal love. all but the evil ghost butler trying to kill her.

"the party's inside, you know!" a shout carried over the breeze, bristol accent sharp.

she yelped, dropping her drink and watching the glass shatter against flagstone.

"jesus! you can't just sneak up on people like that!" she shouted, yanking out her earbuds. "what is wrong with you, you fucking wanker!"

she got to her feet, spinning around to see who had spoken. he was tall enough (taller than her at least), dressed in a billowy white shirt and leather vest, leather breeches hugging his impressive thighs, a mane of curly brunette hair on the top of his head, and a fake sword strapped to his thigh.

at least, she hoped it was fake.

"woah, hang on." he frowned, coming closer to her. he looked like a prince, straight out of a disney movie. "i didn't mean to scare you."

could this be him? the ghost lover from her haunted mansion fantasy?

"it's fine. i guess i'm just jumpy. mansions that are almost certainly haunted will do that to a girl." she took a step back, trying to avoid the smashed glass as she turned, intending to go back to the stone bench before her wing got caught on a hedge. she cursed, resisting the urge to yank at the iridescent plastic.

"let me help." the stranger encouraged, coming closer to the hedge.

she shook her head. "it's fine, just let me take it off my back."

she gently eased out of the elastic straps securing the wings to her body, attempting to make it happen as gracefully as possible. one wing snapped back and smacked her in the face, and she tried to shake it off as she moved away, allowing them to dangle dejectedly from the hedge.

the prince came to stand beside her, his cologne overloading her senses as her reached over her to help disentangle the wings, his body heat against her back making her skin flush.

"here you go." his voice was soft as her passed her back her costume.

she could have left the wings there, she'd only paid three dollars to make them. she folded them up, placing the scratchy plastic on the stone bench before looking down at the shattered crystal.

“sorry about the glass. you’ll probably have to pay for it, being the host and all.”

“how did you know I was the host?”

her face blushed pink “havw you ever seen the haunted mansion? the original one with eddie murphy and wallace shawn?”

she gave him an opening, ready to hide her face behind her hands if it didn’t work out. there was a slight pause, and then he burst out laughing.

“you think that I’m some dead ghostly prince searching for his lost love?” he sputtered. “hate to break it to ya, tinker bell, but I’m not a prince, and I am very much alive.”

“I never said you were dead!” she crossed her arms indignantly, stomping one sneaker-clad foot against the flagstones.

chuckling, the suitor extended his hand. “I’m lando.”

“y/n.” she sighed, reaching to shake his hand. “sorry about the hostility, I just felt overstimulated in there. it’s the ‘tism in me.”

lando gestured for her to sit on one of the benches, looking out at the algae-caked fountain. it smelled earthly, yet his cologne was still all she could comprehend.

“have you had a chance to explore the house? based solely on your haunted mansion statement, I feel like that would be something you were in to.”

“it’s the only reason I came, truth be told. I hate parties, but some of the girls o study with thought it would be a good idea. what i didn’t realize was that we’d all be packed into the ballroom and pretty much the rest of the house would be off limits.”

lando laughed, straddling the bench next to her, one leg on either side. not very prince-like, if you had asked y/n. “well, I didn’t pick the venue. you can thank max and steve for that.”

“I don’t know who either of those people are.”

“I work with them in quadrant, they’re hosting this thing. I’d stepped out for a minute to take a business call.”

she snorted. “you? a business call?”

“what’s so hard to believe about that?” lando feigned offence, smacking his chest with his palm. “and why did your mind immediately go to the haunted mansion when you saw me? I was going for less master gracey and more will turner.”

“please, you’re jack sparrow at best. I can tell you bought your little pirate outfit at spirit halloween. and if my first instinct was that you were dressed as a prince, something is missing.”

she propped one leg lengthwise on the bench, tucking one sneaker-clad foot under the other, smoothing her dress over as to not give the man in front of her a glaring look at her dusty pink panties (although an intrusive thought did prompt her to wonder what would happen if she did).

“have you had a chance to explore the mansion yet?” she asked the man. well, the boy. he couldn’t have been too much older than she was.

lando shook his head, a few errant curls falling from his shaggy hair and over his eyebrows, and something about the way he shook his head to clear the curls from his eyes had her mouth watering. she wondered briefly what it would be like to kiss him.

“i saw a bit of it when we were bringing everything in. it’s a maze of service tunnels and secret doors. i actually got myself locked in a cellar.” lando laughed, and the butterflies erupted in her stomach, a giddy feeling spreading through her bones. “and that’s why ria thought it would be a good idea to cordon off most of the house. so that idiots like me didn’t get themselves locked in anywhere they couldn’t get out of.”

she raised an eyebrow, almost questioning exaclty how th man in front of her got himself locked in a cellar before she thought better of it. “so you know where all these secret passageways are?”

lando wagged his eyebrows. “is that something you’re into?”

“why do you have to say it like that?” she giggled, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth when she remembered how she usually looked when she laughed. “you make it sound weird. like a sex thing.”

“well, it’s not a sex thing,” lando reassured, stepping off the bench like he was dismounting a noble steed. “unless you want it to be? I’d be down to, uh, shiver your timbers in a secret hidden alcove.”

“not if you make bad pirate puns.” she rolled her eyes, taking landos extended hand in hers and allowing him to help her up. “but we can see where the night takes us.”

she shouldn’t have said that. why did she say that? would he think she was propositioning him?

the wind was breezy on her bare legs as lando led her across the moonlit backyard, pushing open the same door they had just come through. the family photos on the wall were old and faded, frames of orange gold around them. lando ushered her up the stairs, clouds of dust flying off the carpet as they ascended. the further up the stairs they moved, the mustier it smelled.

lando stopped her on the landing, hardwood covered in a threadbare oriental carpet, everything covered in a fine layer of dust, save for the cracked mirror.

"press on the edges of the fame, but stand back." lando suggested. "max brushed up against it earlier and almost got flung off the landing. it's a service entrance door."

"sick." she mumbled, pressing her slender fingers along the filigree gold frame. "just like this? do you remember where the latch was?"

"if i did, i'd have opened the door myself." he shrugged.

all at once, she felt the mirror give way under her hand, a clicking sound barely audible as the door began to move. lando reached for her hand, gently pulling her out of the line of fire.

"that was fucking awesome." she giggled, pulling her phone out of her purse and switching on the flashlight. "you know we need to go in there now, right?"

"just as long as you can get us back out." lando pleaded. "i don't want to die in a service tunnel."

she lead the way up the stone staircase, her flashlight illuminating the pounds of dust and cobwebs (as well as the occasional lump that might have been a dead rat, but she actually didn't want to know).

"if i see any big ass spiders in here, killing them is your job." she tried to keep her voice steady, but the thought of a massive spider crawling up her leg was not her idea of a good time. in fact, it would likely send her into hysterics.

they reached the top of the winding staircase, coming to rest in front of a large wooden door with a wrought iron knocker shaped like medusa's head. the hinges were slightly rusted, and it was clear that nobody had come up here for a while.

until them, of course, their footsteps clearly imprinted in the dusty stairs below.

"well, it would be a shame to turn back now." lando remarked, reaching for the door handle. it was stiff, but the room was unlocked.

she followed lando inside, reaching blindly for the old dial lightswitch on the wall. the room flickered to life, lit by two dull bulbs hanging from the ceiling.

a large bookshelf took up one wall, a dust and dirt caked window overlooking the grounds on another, equipped with a window seat for reading. a small crosley record player sat on a teak stand, pressed up against a wall painted an off cinnamon color. she walked to the milk crates stacked neatly next to the the player, flipping through well-worn vinyls.

"whoever was last up here was really into seventies disco. we've got abba, donna summer, elton john, blondie, hot chocolate, earth wind and fire." she mused, pulling a blondie album out of the basket. "although i always considered blondie to be more new wave than anything."

lando reached over her, his chest just faintly burshing up against her arm, body heat causing her skin to flush as he grabbed an elton john record from the basket.

"elton john? now this guy wrote some great stuff."

"nothing in this basket is organized in any way! they've got wild cherry at the front with earth, wind and fire, but blondie is pushed way to the back with chaka khan and ike and tina. no rhyme or reason! i have half a mind to rearrange it myself."

the record player crackled to life, the sound coming out of two old wooden marley speakers, a sound system that hadn't been updated in a while but still came through crisp as they day it was put together. elton john and kiki dee's duetting voices began to fill the room, and lando extended a hand.

"can i have this dance, my fair maiden?"

she smiled, leaning against the stack of milk crates. "i dunno. ladies like me don't dance with scoundrels like you."

"but a scoundrel like me will show you a damn good time. if you let me, of course."

giggling, she grabbed his hand, allowing the young man to twirl her in a circle before dipping her towards the floor, her hair dusting the shag carpet. soon, their laughter was louder than the stereo itself.

out of breath, their gleeful dance began to slow. they stood in the middle of the dimly lit room, 'don't go breaking my heart' playing lowly in the background, the thumping bass from the ballroom travelling upstairs as lando leaned in.

the craned her face up, pressing on to her tip toes to meet him halfway, brushing her lips against his before her pulled her in for more, his strong arms like a safety net around her body, ready to catch her if her knees buckled (which she was almost sure they would).

"i've gotta hand it to ya, captain. you're one smooth operator." she giggled, kissing him again. "i wonder what else you can do with that tongue?"

"come dock in my port, and you'll find out."

she burst out laughing, dropping her arms to playfully smack him in the chest. "that was your worst pick up line yet!"

"really? i've got a ton more, read up for this very occasion. what else have i got? there's 'i sure would like to pillage your booty', but that one sounds a little sleazy, 'not only do i have a ship, but it's a long one."

"oh my god, you need to stop. they're all as bad as the one that came before." she was laughing so hard there were tears in the corners of her eye. he thought he was so suave, rattling off stupid pickup lines while he leaned against milk crates of vinyl pressings.

and the stupid thing was, it was working.

tired of listening to him ramble, she stalked over to him, grabbing his leather vest and pulling him in for another kiss.

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[graybeards]

From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Eight

“Manhattans and Big Appetites” (Avery POV) Start | Previous | Next

“Knock, knock,” dad bellowed after the chime of the opening elevator. “Guess who I ran into in the park?”

I clapped shut my book and lay it down on the cold, black granite of the kitchen island, rising from my LEM bar stool to greet father. He was grinning when I came around the corner to the entryway of my penthouse. Sweat dripped off the flattened hair on his burly forearms, athletic shirt clinging to his broad chest and running shorts snug enough that I had to avert my gaze. However, it was the sight of the man flanking him that made my jaw drop.

“John fucking Lafferty!” Dad announced, turning to John to clap him on the shoulder, “What are the chances?” I was wondering the same thing, as the freshly remembered taste of the silver fox’s potent cum tickled my tastebuds.

“I hope I’m not intruding,” John said with an easy smile in my direction, his own athletic attire hardly damp on his slender body. “David thought we all might enjoy an aperitif and wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Of course not,” I forced myself to say. “I was just a bit surprised, but I’ll mix us a few drinks while you two rinse off.”

 “‘Atta boy,” dad said as the two of them advanced into the expansive living room overlooking Central Park, filling the air with the raw testosterone of a man’s exertion. My heart thumped.

“Dad’s predictable, but what’s your poison, John?” I asked, wincing as he squeezed my ass while my father’s back was turned.

“Surprise me.”

I nodded, stepping aside and out of his grasp, “Let’s keep it simple then, three Manhattans coming right up.” I could barely finish the sentence when my father peeled off his shirt, baring a furry barrel of a chest, and John quickly followed suit. 

Dad had never been as shy as I might have preferred, but now he relished every opportunity to show off the results of his addition of Ferdinand Ferrari—the famed personal trainer to the stars—to his private staff two years ago. John’s smirk widened as a rosy blush invaded my practiced, stoic expression, but mercifully my father was oblivious to the awkwardness of this moment.

“My boy makes a great Manhattan, John. Better than sex, I always say,” dad boasted, nearly breaking John’s composure as he stifled a snorting laugh. “He missed his calling as a bartender.”

“I can’t wait.” Lafferty grinned back at me as he walked.

I was gladdened for a break in the conversation when the two men made their way toward the sauna and guest bathrooms. I shut my eyes and sucked in a series of deep breaths to steady myself before making my way to the bar. 

My fingers trembled as I grabbed a triplet of fine glasses from a cabinet, itching to reach down towards the rigid cock in my British Airways lounge pants. I’d been making Manhattans for my father since I was a small boy, and the familiar task was soothing in that moment. The clink of ice in the large tumbler. The gentle splashes—bourbon, vermouth, and bitters caressing and complementing each other. I closed my eyes as I stirred them all together, tension draining away until a hand slid down the back of my pants.

Firm fingers gripped the soft, bare flesh of my ass, and John rasped in my ear with hot breath, “Looks delicious, boy.” I jolted from my meditation and nearly dropped the drink, startling backward against his warm, white-furred chest and the bulging gray towel wrapped round his waist. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Dad could be back any moment…”

“I know,” the older man grinned as I turned my head, latching his lips to mine and driving a thick forefinger between my cheeks to tease my tightened hole. “Isn’t it exciting?” He growled into my mouth, gripping my neck in his other hand to hold me in place.

I struggled against him, but my hand reflexively found a grip on the growing knob of his cock. My meek attempt to escape just invigorated the man, his hips grinding that slab of manhood against me.

“What do you think he’d do if he came back to you bent over this kitchen counter?” John teased. “What would any man do with an ass so ripe for the taking?”

“Don’t be an asshole.” I shoved him off me, sending him backpedaling a few steps.

Still, Lafferty held that infuriating grin, filled with unshakeable confidence and ravenous entitlement. “I’m just having a little fun.” He planted his hands behind him on the counter and leaned back casually, giving me an unobstructed view of the man’s exquisite body. It was much as I’d always imagined beneath those fine suits, lean and firm flesh with a layer of middle-age pudge and a forest of silver hair from neck to toe. The sight was nearly enough to drive me back into his arms, but dad returned, also clad in a towel around the waist, just in time to stop me.

“Where’re those drinks, Avery? The men are thirsty!” He chuckled, meeting my nervous smile with an oblivious grin as he patted the slight roundness of his muscled belly and let his fingers graze through the forest of dark hair.

“Coming right up.” I deftly strained the chilled liquid into our martini glasses and handed them off to each of the other men. “So, what are we drinking to?”

Lafferty grinned and declared, “To friends, old and new,” nodding to dad and myself respectively. The clink of our glasses was like the shot of a starter pistol, and the bittersweet drink sprinted down my throat.

Dad snorted and teased, “Slow down, son. It’s not a race.” I smiled sheepishly and forced myself to a pace, already feeling the pleasant haze of a well-mixed drink setting in over this awkward encounter. Quietly, we sipped our drinks and gazed out the kitchen windows over a dimming Central Park cast in the warm, soft glow of sunset.

“Did you know, David,” John began, glancing at me with the barest hint of a smirk, “that little Avery has a new beau at the office?”

“A secret suitor, huh?” Dad exclaimed, squeezing my shoulder. “He better be quite the guy to be worthy of my boy. So, when am I meeting him?”

I could scarcely breathe as my chest clenched with anxious irritation, and I hid my crimson cheeks behind the rim of my glass as I stalled for time.

“It’s all very hush, hush, I believe,” Lafferty interceded. “But I’ve always had a sixth sense for these sorts of things.”

“It’s just new,” I managed to add quietly, “nothing much to discuss.”

Dad arched a bushy eyebrow suspiciously but nodded, “Sure, son, but I’m glad you’re getting out there. Just be careful with those office romances. They can get a bit messy.” He grinned.

“How is the new Mrs. Appelbaum, David?” John asked, mercifully shifting the conversation away from me. “I saw her on the cover of Esquire the other day and, ahem,” he winked, “couldn’t resist picking up a copy to peruse later.”

Dad chuckled and leaned back against the counter, arm propped on the black granite, and said, “Absolutely fantastic, John.” He clapped a hand over my ear and joked, “Ear muffs, buddy,” before going on, “imagine waking up every morning with that body in bed next to you. All yours and so eager to please.”

I blushed as I swatted his hand away and protested, “Jesus, dad. We don’t need every detail.”

“I could stand to hear a bit more,” John said with a chortle. “She’s a doll, but the Mrs. doesn’t exactly spark my engine these days.”

“You ever think of getting a newer model?” Dad laughed. “It can make you feel like a brand new man.”

“Nah, the wife and I are happy, but that doesn’t mean a man can’t have a little fun on the side,” Lafferty grinned at me. “I’ve been chasing this hot young thing at the office.”

“Are you guys hungry?” I tried to interrupt.

“Maybe in a bit, buddy,” dad practically growled at me before turning back to John. “Good for you, man. Any luck with her so far?”

“Actually,” John leaned back and propped his hand behind his head, “I don’t mind telling you I got one of the best BJs of my life the other day.”

“Fuck, man,” dad nodded, his voice husky and laden with a rough edge of masculinity. “That sounds real good right about now.” As the bulges in the two men’s towels became unmistakably larger, I gazed intently out the window. In a hushed voice, dad added, “Let me know if she has a friend. Wouldn’t mind having a nice little piece of ass to tap whenever I’m in the city.”

“Hah, I’ll have to ask,” John smirked, nodding down to the obvious shape jutting below dad’s waist, “looks like it’s been a long week without the Mrs. for you.”

“Oh,” dad muttered in a flustered voice, “sorry, I didn’t—“ He shifted his body to hide the excitement their conversation had stirred up. “Excuse me. Why don’t you get started on dinner, buddy, and we’ll get dressed a bit more properly? I’ll leave an extra pair of lounge clothes out for you, John.” He hurriedly fled back to the guest rooms, leaving John and I alone.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” I hissed as soon as dad was out of earshot. “What the fuck game are you playing?”

John looked at me, eyes glinting like a starving predator, and surged forward to pin me against the counter. His firm body rubbed me as his lips engulfed mine. His tongue tasted bittersweet, exploring my mouth with the natural entitlement of a man who’d never been denied anything. I pushed back against him, but he pinned my hands down on the granite and snarled, “Don’t pretend like you don’t want this, boy.”

With one last probe of his tongue, he released me and stepped back, propping his hands on his hips as he let his towel uncoil and fall to the floor. His meaty cock bobbed, hanging between his thighs like a piece of bait meant to lure me to my knees. “After that conversation, it’ll be fast,” he promised, “but you’re going to give me that sweet mouth again unless you want David to walk in on us like this.”

Heart racing, furious breaths swelling my slender chest, I wanted to throttle the infuriating man. But all that stress and anger had me throbbing in my lounge pants. John startled backward when I lunged to my knees and swallowed the length of his cock straight down my throat, slobbering on him like a desperate whore.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, rearing his head back. “Good boy, Avery. That’s it—moan like a bitch while you suck daddy’s fat cock.” The older man grabbed my head in both hands and thrusted forward, pushing his mushroom head deeper as it gushed precum. “I’m gonna breed your hot little ass next time,” he boasted, “make you moan for my load like the needy whore you are.”

With every word, I slurped on his cock more hungrily, begging with my mute lips for the heady contents of the heavy nuts against my chin. He lasted barely more than a minute before his fingers clenched at my skull and his pungent seed flooded into my eager mouth. Throbbing, jolts of cum splattered against the roof of my mouth until his jizz had coated every inch of my insides from my lips to my stomach. 

After one last thrust, spurting a final glob straight down my gullet, he let out a satisfied sigh and pulled me off of him. “Fuck, my boy,” he said as he stepped back, “you really do make me feel like a new man. You like all that power. Don’t you, son?” John raised his bare foot to plant it on my chest, gently but firmly pushing me until I submitted and shifted back to lie on the floor. The man stood atop me, shifting his weight to pin me there, and grinned down as I looked up. “Beneath a real man, just where you belong. Isn’t it?”

“Well, that’s enough of that. Your dad’s sure to be back soon.” John gestured to the towel on the floor beside me and I blushed as I obediently handed it up to him. He wrapped it back around his waist, offering me one last look at his dripping cock before he made his way toward the guest rooms and said, “Now get to work on dinner, boy. Feels like you worked up our appetites.” 

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[thetriumphantpanda]

i am absolutely BEGGING you for javi p bath or shower sec PLEASE

Meg, you ask and you shall receive. Javi P, bath sex, I gotchu girl. Thank you for blessing me with this request. Literally flew out of my fingers faster than lightening.

Pairing | Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 1.6k

Warnings | Explicit. 18+, Minors DNI. Bath sex, lots of Peña dirty talk, unprotected PiV sex and a bonus creampie because I felt nice.

Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration - if you want in, check here for details - I’m accepting requests through July 15th.

The warm water of the bath is a godsend after the day you’ve had. As soon as you slipped your body into the water, scented as always with lavender oil and some bubbles, you felt the tension dissipate from your shoulders. When you sink down further, letting the water cover most of your body, except for the toe poking out at the end of the tub, you can see the pink skin of your feet. Javi would tell me this water is too hot, you think. Then you hear the key in the lock and the front door opening. Speak of the devil.

“Querida?” 

“In here!” You call out, hearing his footsteps echo down the hallway until he’s pushing open the bathroom door and peering inside. 

“Long day?” He asks, knowing the only time you ever take a bath is when you’ve had just that. 

“The longest.” You give him a relaxed smile as he steps further into the bathroom, “How about you?” 

“Nothing a glass of whiskey and a kiss won’t fix,” He’s smirking, placing his hands on the side of the bath to lean down and take the latter from you, “You want one?” 

“Another kiss or a whiskey?” You chuckle. 

“Either?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“I’ll take the whiskey then.” You wink, to which he dips his hand in the bath water, letting most of it drip off, before flicking the excess at your face. 

He’s back moments later with two tumblers filled with ice and a healthy pour of whiskey in each. He hands one to you which you take gladly, enjoying how the ice-cold liquid slides down your throat, a complete juxtaposition to the steaming bathwater you’re sitting in. 

Javi sets his glass on the side by the sink, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, before he’s retrieving the drink to sit on the floor, one arm resting on the lip of the tub, facing towards you, “Cheers.” You clink your drinks together. 

“You’re going to ruin your back sitting like that,” You observe, pointing to the shrimp position he’s currently sitting in, with nothing to rest his back on, “Why don’t you just get in with me?” 

He takes his drink in his other hand, dipping his fingers into the water, “And melt my skin off?” He chuckles, “No thank you, querida.” 

“Stop being a big baby,” You tease, taking his wrist in a firm grip, “And get in the tub with me.” 

In the months you’ve been together, Javier Peña has learnt which battles to fight and which to let go, and this is one of them. He stands, quickly shedding his shirt, before making quick work of the rest of his clothes. You can’t help but let your eyes wander down his powerful thighs, the ones you loved planting yourself on when you rode him. When he turns around to move his drink, there is no other thing for you to do than stare at his ass, round and inviting, just asking you to reach out and grip your fingers into the globes of his perfect behind. 

“You enjoying the show?” He catches you staring as he turns around, the sight of his ass now replaced, albeit very quickly before he’s moving to get in the tub behind you, with his perfectly thick cock, already starting to harden just by looking at you in the water. 

“I always do.” You smile, sitting up and shifting down a little so he can stand behind you and lower himself into the water. 

“Fucking hell, hermosa, this is hotter than the sun,” Once he’s finally settled, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist to drag you to lie back against his chest, “It doesn’t need to be a thousand degrees to get you clean.” 

“The purpose of a bath is never to get clean, Javi,” You sigh, letting your eyes close as the back of your head rests in the crook between his neck and shoulder, “It’s to relax.” 

“Relax, you say?” He growls into your ear, nuzzling his nose in the soft skin behind it, “You need me to help you relax, hermosa?” 

His hands are already finding your tits, palming them in his hands, taking each of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolling them into stiff peaks. You let a sigh out as you relax more into his body, feeling his stiffening cock at the small of your back. You can’t help yourself; you shuffle back a little, enjoying the small, strangled sound that catches in his throat. 

“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” He chuckles, keeping one hand firmly gripping one of your tits, whilst the other dips down your body, under the waterline, and straight between your legs, “Lucky for you, I’m not in the mood to tease tonight.” 

He’s right, because almost immediately he’s plunging his fingers through your folds, taking just a few seconds to rub his finger over your clit, your back arching, pushing your pussy further onto his hand, before his fingers are dipping lower until they’re buried inside your aching cunt as far as they’ll go. 

“God, always so fucking ready for me,” He praises into your ear, “You been thinking about me, hermosa?” He teases then, “Only reason I can think that you’d be so fucking soaked for me already.” 

His hand is placed just so that he can curl those wonderous fingers up inside you whilst the pad of his thumb is precise on your clit. All you can do is clench your eyes closed so tightly tears are forming, choked gasps falling from your mouth as you do, “Asked you a question, bonita, you going to answer me?” 

“Fuck- yes, yes Javi, think about you all the time.” 

“Yeah, I know you do,” You can feel his lips tilt into a smirk as he’s kissing across one of your shoulders, “Fuck you so well you can only think of me.” 

You open your legs even further than they already are, trying to chase the high that Javi is currently hurtling you towards. His deep voice in your ear, his mouth nipping tiny little marks along your shoulder, his fingers deep into your pussy and the flat of his thumb rubbing those perfect circles across your bundle of nerves, they all combine in ecstasy and pleasure bursts through your belly, coursing through every vein to settle on every nerve ending you’ve got. You’re crying out his name and the shuddering aftershocks has the water tipping over the edge and onto the floor. You don’t have a care in the world, not as long as the man settled behind you, rock hard cock resting on your lower back continues spewing filth in Spanish into your ear. 

“Such a good girl for me,” He whispers, “Feel how hard you make me?” He’s asking as you try to catch your breath, he’s bucking his hips into you to prove his point. 

“Fuck, Javi,” You sigh when you finally have enough mental capacity to think about, “I need you inside me.” 

“Turn around and sit on my cock then.” 

He’s using the flat of one of his palms on your spine to push you forward, helping to maneuver you so you’re facing him. You thank whoever lived in the house before you for choosing such a large tub, because you can settle yourself perfectly on his lap, the tip of his cock nudging at the slick entrance of your pussy. Before you sink down onto him, you take a moment to look at him. His skin is flushed from the heat of the bath, beads of sweat already gathering at his temples. Then there’s his hair, mused and untidy from his long day, you can’t help but take your wet hands, slicking them through his curls. He is quite possibly the most beautiful man you ever laid eyes on. 

His wide palms are hitting at your hips, slowly moving you down to sink onto his cock. You throw your head back as he fills you, always so deliciously, letting his name fall from your lips as you start grinding your hips into him. You can hear the water sloshing around you, some of it splashing over the sides and onto the floor, but when Javi is wrapping one of his arms around the small of your back, still using his other hand to guide your hip in the movement that he likes, you couldn’t care less. He’s tilting his head forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it gently between teeth before he’s sucking and running his tongue over it to soothe. 

“Always look so good like this,” He moans into the skin of your chest, “Bouncing on my cock.” 

“Want you to come for me Javi,” You cry out, “Come inside me.” 

You feel him growl at your chest before he’s pulling away, leaning back in the tub, stilling your hips so you’re not the one moving. Then, he’s fucking himself up into you, a bruising pace that has your moans echoing in the tiny bathroom. You can feel his fingers gripping at your hips, knowing that there would be bruises there come the morning. His moans are falling from his lips quickly now and you watch from your perfect vantage point as he comes undone inside of you. His face is practically angelic, his mouth tipped open, strangled cries leaving it, with his eyes shut as he paints the walls of your pussy with his cum. 

He lets you go, catching you just before you can fully collapse on his chest, both silent save for the heaving of your chests as you try and fill your lungs with air again. You peer over the edge of the bath, wincing at the amount of water pooling on the floor, “Made a bit of a mess, Peña.” You say, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Thought that was the whole point?” He asks, “Bath’s aren’t meant for getting clean.”