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i love you, iâm sorry-matt sturniolo
you and matt swore you were done, but are you?
warnings: fluff, swearing, happy ending
*there is a flashback in the story itâs in blue!*
empty. emptiness was what you felt. it had been two weeks since you left the love of your life, matt. you try to tell yourself, âwell, it was his faultâ or âiâll be better off without him, itâll just take timeâ, but nothing worked. you missed him.
you sat on your couch, something you had been doing more than usual lately, and stared outside through the window. you couldnât bring yourself to do anything other than overthink. you would replay the moments of you and mattâs breakup argument in your mind, like it was a movie on loop 24/7. and just when you would feel a sliver of joy, the movie would start again, leaving you to drown in self pity.
it was getting late, so you picked yourself up off of the couch and laid down in bed, staring at the ceiling. sleep wasnât exactly on your side.
it was about 1:30 am, and you were still awake when you heard your front door creak open.
what the fuck?
you sat straight up and froze, paralyzed in fear, not knowing what to to next. normally, matt would take control and go see what was happening, but he wasnât there. he was gone.
you hear the persons foot steps get louder and louder until you hear them stop right in front of your bedroom door.
the door opened slowly, revealing a puffy eyed, sad looking matt.
he looked awful to say the least, he looked like he hadnât eaten in days. his face was all swollen, his eyes bloodshot with dark bags under them. his face was glistening with tears, and his nose was runny.
âmatt,â you say.
âi know, i shouldâve called, im sorry.â
âyou almost gave me a heart attack! do you know what time it is?â
âyes, i know, okay? i said im sorry.â
âwhy are you here matt, i thought we were over.â
âi know thatâs what we said, but i cant stop thinking about you, about us.â
âmatt,â
âi know, y/n, i know what i did was wrong. going to that party was a whole wrong decision in itself. but i still love you, y/n.â
âbut matt, you pinky swore you wouldnât cheat, and you broke it! how am i supposed to trust you now?â
âi donât know, i just hope you can find it in your heart to give me one more chance.â
you think back to the night you found out about the partyâŚ
1:00 am, 2:15 am, 3:40 am, matt still wasnât home. he said he was filming with his brothers, and you believed him. you called him, and he didnât answer,m. you then called nick and chris, and they didnât answer either. you give up, just telling yourself that their phones died, and you go scroll on instagram in your bed. nick posted a picture of himself and chris at a party.
where was matt?
you look harder, only to see mattâs lips pressed against another girl. her hands threading through his soft brown hair. matt was yours, so why was he with her?
matt arrived home, drunk, stumbling lazily into your shared bedroom.
âhey baby.â he says with a smirk.
âdonât call me that, matthew.â
âwhat the fuck is your deal, y/n?â
âthis!â you say, throwing your phone in his face. youâre zoomed in on him and the other girl, matt looking at the photo. even his drunken state cant cover up the guilt and regret in his mind.
âwhoâs that?â he says, lying.
âthatâs you, matt! who else would it be? you know what you did matt, and i know too. iâm not as dumb as you think i am.â
âit was just one kiss, so what? it was a party, and we were needy and drunk.â
âhave you lost your fucking mind, matt?
âno i havenât, but clearly you have, bitch!â
âiâm not gonna be talked to like this by my own boyfriend, so get out.â
âwhat?â
âi said, get. out. matt. weâre done.â
âcome on, donât you think youâre being overdramatic?â
âget out! now!â
ây/n?â you hear matt say softly.
you snap out of your memory, taking a second to focus back on reality.
âlisten, y/n, iâm not asking for you to let your guard down again and take me back, i just guess i want you to know that i love you, and that im sorry.â
matt stares at you, his face full of desperation and vulnerability, and most of all, regret. a single tear rolls down his face, dropping on the floor as it falls off.
âdo you promise to be loyal, matt?â
âyes, of course i do. i wont screw it up this time.â
âiâm serious matt, i cant take that again. i cant go through that again.â
âi promise.â
âokay then.â
âso, what now?â matt asks.
âdo you wanna, maybe try again?â you ask softly.
âyes. i swear i wont fuck it all up this time.â matt replies.
you and matt hug, and for the first time in a while, you feel genuinely happy and loved.
âi love you, y/n.â
âi love you too matt.â
kind of a rushed fic but wtv!!
#Spotify#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#chris smut#chris sturiolo fanfic#chris x y/n#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut#matthew sturniolo#matt stuniolo fanfic#matthew bernard sturniolo#matt x reader#christopher owen sturniolo
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Mod folder's cooked still, sharing photos of my sims from my gallery.
Not my preferred method, but I'm dying to share them! So anyways here's a mega photo dump.
Cade E Cherrypop! (Normal/Ruined)
My love for sentient entertainment animatronics is one that will forever remain unshaken. Cade E Cherrypop is the sentient android mascot of Cade E Arcade! (Thx to the new chibi preset by @sdmsims, another little mascot will be along shortly as a friend)
After society collapses due to a zombie-apocalypse-plus, the arcade falls into ruin, and Cade E eventually reawakens in the ruins in her second withered form, sun-bleached, dirty and damaged.
Xelleen Wisher
Xelleen Wisher's a gaming streamer in this world's analog to Twitch! Despite his anxiety disorder, he does his best to put up an optimistic and energetic persona for his audience. He really loves cute things, especially cats and small collectibles! He's also very, very good at videogames, dabbling in speed runs and challenge runs.
Xelleen was created by me as a very positive character. He combines physical traits that are painted as a stereotypical "neckbeard" image (acne, overweightness) with features of the "gamergirl" aesthetic (cute clothes, makeup, lots of pink.) He stands as his own person, defined by neither stereotype.
The bottom/last pic of the three shows his face without his makeup on!!
Steelie Buzzkill
(Wouldn't Be Possible Without @sdmsims's Anime Mod!!!)
Ordered as an Incarnate (an Incarnate is a special type of android commissioned to be a real-word version of a fictional character) of somebody's OC, Steelie's shipment was intercepted after the law recognizing android sentience was passed. His company dumped him and his peers on the side of the road near a rural town.
Since he was freed before artificial memories were programmed into him, he doesn't know what character he's intended to be, and he really doesn't WANT to know.
He works at IHopTopic, the compound store that exists because in this universe, IHop and Hot Topic had some sort of business deal from hell that led to a combined location.
(Between you and me, his design SOMEBODY's fannon ship child OC, but I won't say more than that, nor do the medias his parents are from exist irl.)
The rest will just be character images with short descriptions. I'll likely make individual posts later on going in more depth!!
Torren's a model! He models both clothes and makeup.
Torren's photographer, and general voice of reason. They're bascially buddies.
Aniyo loves hanging out in malls and drawing fanart for their favorite animes. Above all though, they love animals!! Their aspiration is to be a rescue caretaker for animals that need them.
A small trunked rodent I created called a 'rummager.'
It's too bad I'm missing the cc for this one, because I'd love to show their whole design in CAS. I really like this one. They have a lot to do with a certain collapse plotline.
Owner of a tattoo shop. VERY supportive of their artists, and probably one of the best bosses ever.
Tattoo artist working for Crim.
Another one of Crim's hired tattoo artists!
Third tattoo artist out of four in Crim's tattoo shop. (The fourth one's too short to show in gallery, sorry.)
Runaway teen after something really bad happened at home. Navigating the post-collapse hellscape with her horse.
Apex Zombie who's territory spans an entire abandoned city. It's antenna syncs up to the abandoned traffic cams, giving it eyes all over the urban ruins. As a side effect, the old digital billboards flicker to life in monochromatic imagery when it approaches.
@ssspringroll because I definitely used some of your CC in this. Idr where, but I DEFINETELY did. Also, you're one of my favorite creators, thank you for existing <3
#sims 4#ts4#simblr#my sims#weird sims#sims 4 screenshots#zombie apocalypse#zombies#androids#animatronics#body posititivity#honestly what else do I tag here lol#sdmsims
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Where we go from here...
It took me awhile last evening to get my mind in the right place to do the baking I had to do. I thought I would put on some music on my little radio station to kick my head into work mode. Tried some Glenn Gould playing Bach (always a go-to for morning coffee music), and it didn't hit right.
So I dialed up the huge mix I have titled "1969-72" and almost immediately started the long road back to feeling like myself. After about a half-hour, I was in the groove. Listened to the mix far into the night, after I'd finished working.
I managed to keep my focus and got the cookies all baked, and kiddo's mom happily packed them up and just left for her party, and I'm over here for the next couple of nights, sadly for my back. Two nights of "No Mattress For Old Men" and I'll need a week to recover, but hey...
Wanna thank all y'all for your comments and messages when I posted that I was prolly just gonna go black. Y'all loved me back off the ledge. Posted in a moment of true despair...something I haven't felt in awhile. I am hurting for all of us...and all of you. I have never in my long life been scared for the nation until now. Or at least that's what I thought. This feeling of complete despair, the emotional pain of millions of people, the hopelessness, the fear for the future...after I sat with it awhile I realized yes, that I have felt this same combination of toxic shit before.
In the 65 years I've been on this stinkin' rock, I've been through a number of particularly devastating previous elections, most notably the two Bush2(Dumbya) regimes. I remember the night of the 2004 election...Americans were posting tearful photos taken by their webcams, with them holding up signs saying "We're sorry."
I saw first-hand all the fights for rights that we have gained from the early '60s onward. To find ourselves set back to square one, 50-60 years later, when we had finally gained some footing toward fairness, is cruel. And cruelty is what they will wield as their main weapons in the coming days, as we suddenly find ourselves in the same predicament as 1963-65 when a virginal Joan Baez and little Bobby Dylan changed protest music forever.
So yes, I have felt this same way, and no, the nation didn't die or descend into complete chaos. Our lives went on, essentially as they had, with a growing pile of "things we can't do anymore" heaped atop via the collective wounding of 9/11.
This is another collective wounding--an intentional collective wounding. The next few months are going to be chaotic, they will try to push through their agenda as quickly as possible come january.
I may not post much overtly political stuff from this point on, but if I do it will be refocused on positive news. I don't know for certain how long that might last, but I can't take a 24/7 barrage of bad news and outrage bait. I'm probably gonna unfollow a few blogs, but don't think it's personal...it is Mental/Emotional Health Care.
And yes, I've been in the trenches with y'all a long time...we are all Family at this point...Brothers and Sisters in arms. I'm not leaving, but my presence/role will be different, out of the renewed sense of self-preservation this has thrust me into.
I woke up disoriented, but quickly remembered I'd gotten what I needed to get done done, and had a slow re-entry, sipping my coffee for a couple hours. I kept remembering how well the music had helped me last night, and then the beginnings of what this might turn into began to coalesce. Concepts of a plan. lulz.
As the day went on, I've been on a roller-coaster, emotionally, with seemingly hopeful leads on a roommate not materializing, on top of my craigslist ad for a roomie getting flagged and deleted. Pretty goddamn hopeless as far as this situation is going.
Looked at the huge box of cookies I'd managed to bake last night and it hit me. I've been reblogging the "Gooood Morning, TUMBLR!" graphics every morning up until the election. The image of Robin Williams being in character calling up the role of the military DJ.
Back when I did my cafe in the mountains of NM, a friend lent me a book called "Radio Venceramos", about South American rebels who had a radio transmitter and clamped the leads to the barbed-wire fences to broadcast their signal/programming to their fellow rebels.
Still not sure how the format will work out, but I've decided: my new role is going to primarily be the voice of inspiration over the air-waves to my fellow rebels. Not sure if it will be a second blog or if it will be a continuation of PTSD, but with no further ado, I will become the Voice of my fellow rebels with:
I may make a second blog out of it, but until then I guess I'll make it a series of posts. Tumblr will let you blog up to ten videos/post, and that may be how I start things out. Consider them like stacks of 45s and LP tracks from my paul-shaffer-brain...meant to help keep spirits up and keep the focus.
Made a couple of graphics, will probably try others in the course of it.
So the message today was "You did what you had to do. Heal up for what's ahead."
I will probably start this new focus in the morning...I'm still chewin'.
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Why is there a random guy doing that shaka hand gesture, only in Hawaii amirite
#I'm sorry to post personal photos on here#i just don't know how else to share this#stop thirsting over my brother#look it's me fresh faced and has only worked for Sophia for two weeks#me pretty happy that i have a job#get to go back and tell Colleen and Jenette about it#and Rebecca#what's his face doesn't exist at this point#don't know him#faz is still an afl player#well on a technicality#David Teague has no idea who faz is#he's on the list but Teague doesn't know that#Shae exists#mel exists#Trent hasn't been thought of yet#wait not true we met Trent at a Collingwood training early 2019 i think#we were like 'who's this kmart version of Josh daicos???' and my friend asked his name and he said Trent#alright buddy Trent who#anyway back to the family#seamus and Luke were only just thought of but not to make it on the trip#Charlotte definitely not thought of - her parents haven't even engaged yet#my Nana is only about 95#this is her third last trip away#not counting her stints in nursing homes#she will go away to NZ in Jan 2020 then to Adelaide in Dec 22#I'm sorry for my entire family's life history
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#oh i am a bit tired tonight folks. had a nice time yesterday trawling through old pens forums and linking back some posts to here#(all with links because like - it's nice to share where you've found fun stuff right?) no point gatekeeping at all - we don't own content#and then the same old people once again somehow by chance post the exact same five or six photos 5 minutes after#and yeah. great minds think alike right? you were probably trawling a not touched since 2015 forum too at the same time. it's possible#and out of the hundreds of photos on there you decided to make the exact selection i did. it's possible right?#and truthfully i don't really care because i'm posting this stuff because my blog is MY personal archive and it's stuff I want to catalogue#but when you have blocked as many blogs and sideblogs as you can and people are still finding you and send you shitty anons for just...#daring to use the player tags? cataloging stuff by literally tagging the player's name? ughhhhh it's exhausting how can i block you when yo#are the tumblr equivalent of hydra regrowing a new fake sideblog pretending to be a different person every week.#sorry i know this ranting into the abyss is pointless but i have a few more posts scheduled for tonight and i know i'll wake up tomorrow#and miraculously the same ones will be posted on the same people's blogs 5 minutes after me and it's just so childish#but yeah. we all know who they are and i'm just a little tired of it and hearing the stories of people being harassed in their inboxes/dms#anyway anyway anyway. i think i shall just take a break from posting stuff because feeling a little disheartened! and uncomfortable#because i feel watched. please stop using other blogs to find me. please stop talking about me in your tags. touch some grass my friends
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has anyone else noticed that almost all, if not all, my meta/"fighting" with other people is just me describing what happens in any given scene
i barely even embellish or speculate. i'll mention recurring themes every once in a while, but for the most part i'm just writing out a play-by-play summary of what the characters actually do, because some people cannot be trusted to use their eyes let alone their brains
#i don't even want to say it's not that deep because it IS deep#but it's like we're all at the beach having a nice swim#and you are scuba-diving to the bottom of the ocean to find fish no human being has seen before#it's like you're trying to Win at watching the drama and outsmart the writers but you're playing a completely different game#betting at poker with fucking monopoly money#posting this and then logging off to keep from yelling at another person lmao#temperature literally rose from someone calling top ''the nastiest''#AFTER FUCKING BOSTON TRICKED HIM INTO HAVING SEX WITH HIM BY SHOWING HIM A TWO YEAR OLD PHOTO HE TOOK OF HIS FRIENDS KISSING LIKE A CREEP#AND A FAKE SEX TAPE#JUST BECAUSE TOP WANTED TO DATE HIS FRIEND WHO HE LOOKS DOWN ON LIKE WHAT#NAH NAH NAH#THE DELUSION IS FUCKING STAGGERING#SORRY THAT TOP IS... KIND OF MEAN???????????????????????????#I'M FUCKIGN DOING IT AGAIN OH MY GDO SLKFJWFJ#I FUCKING HATE IT HERE#ofs liveblog
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honestly forgot to put this in my doodle dump, but i think this deserves its own post now that i think abt it LMAO
so enjoy puppet's thoughts before the encounter at the end of vol 333 /j
(ALSO FUCK THIS IS BASED ON A SNAPCHAT SCREENSHOT I FOUND ONLINE BUT I DONT KNOW WHERE IT IS ANYMORE FUUUUU-)
#this isnt actually what happened btw this is just a funny way of explaining it#plus he never turned into thatcher until after he got shot so lol#anyways#mandela catalogue#the mandela catalogue#alternate thatcher#puppet/goliath#vol 333 alternate#thatcher davis#<- implied#eye contact#also sorry if he looks a bit awkward here. the original photo had someone wearing a mask so i had to improvise#a2t#i'm scheduling this bitch btw LMAO#bc i personally dont like doing just post after post after post bc i dont wanna seem annoying#anyways i should probably just post this lol sorry :')#shitpost#tmc unholy gift#<- fuck it this goes under the au tag too
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i am BEGGING twitter to stop showing me doctor and clara content. begging. please. please please please. what do i have to do
#again nothing against the shippers here i just Do Not Wnat To See It and it is like HALF my dash#i follow like one (1) person who's into it for their other stuff and if it was just from them occasionally or whatever that'd be fine#but twitter thinks i hardcore ship it now for some reason and will NOT stop recommending me#various tweets and some of it REALLY annoys me#like one literally scoffing at the idea any strong relationship could be platonic ever đ#anyway it's fine. it's fine. i'm fine. it's fine.#screeeeeeeAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#like just. again. nothing against the shippers here. they're generally just minding their own business#i just want twitter to STOP. GIVING ME. ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY CONTENT I DONT WANT. PLEASE#i mean twitter literally#okay there's this youtuber i find annoying and like again it's not like 'this person is evil' i just.#dont really want to see this content right?#and like ive had to BLOCK AND MUTE this person and STILL. STILL TWITTER SENDS ME NOTIFICATIONS FOR THEIR POSTS#STILL#WHY! WHY! WHY!#like i guess they really fit into my supposed niche and i like some yuotubers that are friends with this one but like. I LITERALLY HAVE#THIS USER BLOCKED AND MUTED. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS#i hate twitter. i basically only go there to talk to like one friend and to look at jame slance photos.#like. that's about it. i scroll sometimes and almost always regret it#anyway: the point is. this post is complaining about twitter not really about this ship specifically#but it is making me really annoyed about this ship specifically sorry ship fans#vent? i guess#vent#twitter will be like. i have brought you a post.#and it's exclusively either like. a) shit i actively obviously dont wanna see b) something batshit (my example should be censor tagged tbh#so i wont give it) c) sometihng just completely random niche and personal to some random user???????#twitter why.
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You gonna do anything or make any statement about the rampant transmisogyny on this hellsite, especially in cases like predstrogen recently? Or yall gonna stay silent and keep letting/making us get pushed off of it.
I have a number of asks about this, so this is to address all of them, I won't do each individually.
We generally do not comment on individual cases, but because there seems to be mass misinformation around this, I will make an exception and comment on predstrogen.
First, Tumblr has a number of LGBT+ including trans people on staff, and they see things from the inside fully, and they're not protesting this case.
Why do we wrongly have a transphobe reputation? We did have an external contract moderator last year that was making transphobic moderation (and also selling moderation, criminally). As soon as we were aware that person was fired, and we later terminated the entire relationship with that contracting firm and have brought almost everything in-house (at great cost). I have previously commented on this publicly, several times.
I am not aware of any Automattician (people who work at Automattic and Tumblr) who has made any transphobic moderation actions. If it's reported it is investigated immediately, if anything were found that person would be terminated for cause immediately.
Predstrogen's account was suspended for:
Repeated mis-tagging of adult content against Tumblr's community guidelines. This has nothing to do with clothed transition photos, she had 20+ other blogs and multiple accounts with names so explicit I can't post them here without a mature tag.
Multiple cases of harassment of other Tumblr users, not just me.
Multiple threats of violence, not just the one I share below.
These represent a breach of our Terms of Service, and we've exercised our right to refuse service.
Threats of violence are never okay. Threats of violence are not protected speech. We will work with police and FBI where appropriate, though to be clear prestrogen's case hasn't warranted that so far. I'm referring to what we may potentially do for other threats. I just got a death threat yesterday from someone mad about predstrogen, and that account was immediately terminated.
So regardless of whether you still think Tumblr staff is somehow a bunch of transphobes, know that threats of violence or death are still not acceptable and will result in immediate and serious action. Know that when you rile people up, they can do dumb things with possibly permanent consequences.
(2 hours later update: I have changed instances of the pronoun "they" or "their" to "the account" because I am unaware of pronoun preference in this instance and don't want to misgender anyone. Thank you for the people who reported this as an issue. Update 2: "She" is apparently better, the post now says that. Sorry for the mistake.)
Here's one (of many!) examples of the harassment violations, this one targets me but there are others targeting other users on the site.
The second part seems to indicate she wanted to be suspended, I'm unaware of why, perhaps to create this sort of uproar. I agree the hammers feel silly, but the start, "i hope photomatt dies forever a painful death" is a violation of Tumblr's community guidelines and terms of service.
The car part did hit close to home as I have almost died twice in car accidents.
Update 2: Added this text to the adult content part: This has nothing to do with clothed transition photos, she had 20+ other blogs and multiple accounts with names so explicit I can't post them here without a mature tag.
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Things I've learned from getting covid for the first time in 2023
I wear an N95 in public spaces and I've managed to dodge it for a long time, but I finally got covid for the first time (to my knowledge) in mid-late November 2023. It was a weird experience especially because I feel like it used to be something everyone was talking about and sharing info on, so getting it for the first time now (when people generally seem averse to talking about covid) I found I needed to seek out a lot of info because I wasn't sure what to do. I put so much effort into prevention, I knew less about what to do when you have it. I'm experiencing a rebound right now so I'm currently isolating. So, I'm making a post in the hopes that if you get covid (it's pretty goddamn hard to avoid right now) this info will be helpful for you. It's a couple things I already knew and several things I learned. One part of it is based on my experience in Minnesota but some other states may have similar programs.
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The World Health Organization states you should isolate for 10 days from first having symptoms plus 3 days after the end of symptoms.
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At the time of my writing this post, in Minnesota, we have a test to treat program where you can call, report the result of your rapid test (no photo necessary) and be prescribed paxlovid over the phone to pick up from your pharmacy or have delivered to you. It is free and you do not need to have insurance. I found it by googling "Minnesota Test to Treat Covid"
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Paxlovid decreases the risk of hospitalization and death, but it's also been shown to decrease the risk of Long Covid. Long Covid can occur even from mild or asymptomatic infections.
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Covid rebound commonly occurs 2-8 days after apparent recovery. While many people associate Paxlovid with covid rebound, researchers say there is no strong evidence that Paxlovid causes covid rebound, and rebounds occur in infections that were not treated with Paxlovid as well. I knew rebounds could happen but did not know it could take 8 days. I had mine on day 7 and was completely surprised by it.
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If you start experiencing new symptoms or test positive again, the CDC states that you should start your isolation period again at day zero. Covid rebound is still contagious. Personally I'd suggest wearing a high quality respirator around folks for an additional 8-9 days after you start to test negative in case of a rebound.
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Positive results on a rapid test can be very faint, but even a very faint line is positive result. Make sure to look at your rapid test result under strong lighting. Also, false negatives are not uncommon. If you have symptoms but test negative taking multiple tests and trying different brands if you have them are not bad ideas. My ihealth tests picked up my covid, my binax now tests did not.
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EDIT: I'd highly suggest spending time with friends online if you can, I previously had a link to the NAMI warmline directory in this post but I've since been informed that NAMI is very much funded by pharmaceutical companies and lobbies for policies that take autonomy away from disabled folks, so I've taken that off of here! Sorry, I had no idea, the People's CDC listed them as a resource so I just assumed they were legit! Feel free to reply/reblog this with other warmlines/support resources if you know of them! And please reblog this version!
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I know that there is so much we can't control as individuals right now, and that's frightening. All we can do is try our best to reduce harm and to care for each other. I hope this info will be able to help folks.
#covid#covid 19#harm reduction#apparently only 16% of Americans even got their booster#it's wild out there#which makes sense because our public health messaging has been super unhelpful and intentionally shifted the burden#of infection control onto individuals to avoid us holding them accountable because it's politically and economically inconvenient to them
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Welcome to the great donkey contest of 2024
I must confess that I, once again, forgot the date of the yearly donkey contest, so I had to leave early (I had a restaurant reservation in another town) and have no idea what was the jury's verdict on each of these donkeys. Therefore, you are the jury. It will be heartbreaking, but I will ask you to vote at the end of the post, setting aside the known fact that all donkeys are the best donkey.
There were Poitou donkeys, Berry donkeys, Bourbonnais donkeys, Provence donkeys, Andalusian donkeys, and common donkeys who seemed to have no distinguishing features other than being acceptably donkey-shaped. I can't possibly post all my photos, so I have chosen 4 noteworthy contestants (or 3 and half, one is very small) for you to vote on. I'll add that I only stayed long enough to watch 2 donkeys demonstrate their skills, so in a spirit of fairness I will not mention anyone's job. You won't be voting based on how good they are doing their specific donkey job but on how good they are at being a donkey.
Donkey #1 â CHEWBACCA.
Chewbacca is big, and he has ears. These are his most salient characteristics. Each one of his ears looks like a separate fluffy ferret-sized mammal attached to his head, gently twitching or napping. Chewbacca's hooves are the diameter of a medium pizza and he looks very formidable but he is extremely kind. I know the most pressing question is "Can I scritch Chewbacca's ears?" and the answer is yes, but then he will immediately appoint you ear-scritcher in chief and will look very sad when you walk away to meet other donkeys.
Chewbacca's ears on their own could be enough to let him win Hairiest Donkey in any contestâbut he is mixed breed, and there were purebred baudets du Poitou in attendance. Their entire identity is "the hairy one", and giving the Hairiest trophy to another donkey would result in massive spread of existentialism among Poitou donkeys.
(He is not a contestant, as I didn't have time to get a good aperçu of his personality.)
(Same for this shiny black donkey, pictured here canoodling with a Poitou ladyâunfortunately I don't have photos of him in motion, but believe me when I say he was the glossiest donkey I've ever seen. When walking or trotting he shone in the sun like a freshly-polished dress shoe.)
Back to our contest.
Donkey #2 â UGOLIN.
Ugolin (who seems to go by "Glin") is a shaggy, gangly teenage boy whose main characteristic is being utterly love-starved. Left unattended, Ugolin would wander about the donkey contest, stopping in front of every child or adult he encountered, hoping someone would love him.
I was initially the only human Ugolin did not want cuddles from, because he was scared of Pandolf and seemed to think of me as his minion. Then I tied Pandolf to a tree and crouched down a few metres away from Glin, unsure if I had a chance nowâand after hesitating for about 2 seconds he came over to kiss my forehead. My friend was so touched by this moment that she (somehow) got her phone to turn her photo into an impressionist painting.
"Can I scritch Glin's ears?" Yes. He is desperate for someone to pet his ears.
Donkey #3
âno, sorry, it's Ugolin again. It's very hard to get rid of him.
Donkey #3 â THE BABY.
The baby has no name. The baby has no skills. The baby is not good at anything other than being tiny enough to walk under her mum's belly. In the absence of any other qualifications she was happy to show off what is possibly the most low-effort limbo dance in the world.
"Can I scritch the baby's ears?" No. Big point against her, here. She will, however, come over if you say "awww le petit ânon <3" and let you pet her tiny nose. (More nose photos in this post if you missed it)
Donkey #ah no wait here's Ugolin again
He actually overcame his intense fear of Pandolf to come trap us in his forcefield of infinite neediness! I'm proud of him.
Donkey #4 â MYRTILLE.
Myrtille is in her mid-thirties, and did not come to the donkey fair to demonstrate any particular skills or be admired by us, but because she likes to meet new donkeys. She was not tethered to the rope and yet did not wander around to mingle with humans like other untied donkeys did; she shuffled from one end of the rope to the other like a friendly pensioner at a continental breakfast buffet, making small talk with everyone. It was hard to approach Myrtille (as a human) without feeling like a third wheel.
I don't mean to gossip, but she spent quite a while flirting with the glossy black donkey.
I love her. She's my favourite. I was not able to pet her or take a good close-up photo of her but that's okay. Myrtille is like a tempting rollercoaster at an amusement park that you are barred from by the sign that says "You must have ears THIS long to go any farther." I wish her only good things.
#crawling along#i dedicate this post to my barn owl friend who has been patiently waiting for it for years#sorry for the delay this took so long to write!! well it mostly took me a while to pick the 4 contestants#and sorry for how long the post is. you understand now why i had to drastically reduce the number of contestants#i love them all but i have a soft spot for old ladies and animals who just do their own thing<3
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New wag in the paddock
Summary - Being the newest wag in the paddock can be quite daunting but with the right people around you, it's all okay
Warning - None <3
A/n - Slowly easing back into writing?? We'll see lol
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Walking into the paddock with beyond nerve racking, with photographers just inside of the entrance and fans just outside of the entrance - I had no where to hide or breathe.
Luckily walking alongside me with Rebecca Donaldson, Carlos' partner. Because of our partners friendship, we were close friends. She had become someone who'd help me and become like a sister to me in the paddock and even beyond.
This morning particularly she had come over to mine and Landos suite to help me get ready for my first paddock day just after him and Carlos had left. Helping with picking out a gorgeous dress, helping with my makeup and also my hair. Like my own fairy godmother in a way.
'Wow there's a lot of people here...' I whisper in her direction, my eyes took in the busyness of a Sunday morning race day paddock. Next to me, I feel her laugh - She's used to this.
With a soft nod and a slip of an arm round my back, Rebecca is quick to reply. 'Yep it's a race day in Miami, you'll get used to it...' I feel her gently pushing me along, prompiting me not to run back out and go back to the safety of the hotel.
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It wasn't long before she dropped me off at the McLaren hospitality. Wishing me good luck with a hug and a warm smile before I stand pathically watching her leave me to defend for myself - Almost like a child would whilst being dropped off for their first day of school. In a sense, it was exactly that; I had been dropped off and know expected to make friends until someone I knew would come and safe me.
I breathe in, turn on my heel and walk quietly into the McLaren hospitality. Inside it's modern and high tech, obviously very well thought out. There are multiple seating areas, some small groups accompanying a couple. I can smell fresh coffee as I walk over to a small sofa, sitting there anxiously.
Opening my phone, I can already see multiple notification from various social platforms. I hazard a guess that they are mostly all gossip sites tagging me in their posts.
But one notification stands out to me.
It's on instagram, informing me that I've been added to a groupchat. More specifically a groupchat for the f1 wags. My heart warms at their consideration and kindness, so this is what it feels like to be in a big friendship group of girls.
Soon a few messages start to load into the chat;
lilymhe - Heyyy Y/n! Welcome to the group, this is a safe space for you always xx
francisca.cgomes - Yeah all the girls are in this group so we all gossip, vent and help out in here! Girls support girls obv <3
carmenmmundt - Hi sweetheart!
kellypiquet - Literally if you need anything, send a quick message here and we'll help always x
alexandrasaintmleux - Babes I just saw the photos, you look STUNNING!!! <333
I don't even the big smile that forms on my lips, the feeling of acceptance heavy on my mind. Accidently I don't notice the person in front of me until I hear a soft cough. Looking up I recogise Lando trainer, Jon, stood waiting patiently with a small smile. I gasp at my oblivion. 'Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! You haven't been stood there long, gosh how oblivious can I get?' I nervously ramble.
I've only met him a hand full of times and to keep him waiting felt very rude of me. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head, prompting me to breathe out a sigh of relief.
'No don't worry, I came to get you cause you're boyfriend wants to see you before the race starts...' He explains, watching as I quickly gather my things - I don't want to keep him waiting any longer. 'Hey, no need to rush...' He chuckles, sensing my nerves. It'd be hard not to.
Notable I slow down, no longer rushing to collect myself. I let out a soft sigh, a smile screwing itself onto my lips. And once I have everything, I let Jon lead the way through to Landos garage.
As soon as we walk into the garage, my eyes are immediately drawn to Lando who is stood talking to a few engineers. With his classic smile on his face, something I really do adore is watching as he talks about his job - He really does love it, possible more than me.
I stand there for a few seconds, not wanting to intrude on his conversation. Around me the team work around the garage, clearly buzzing with pre race excitement, nerves and preparation - Something Jon went along with when we arrived.
Then suddenly, I feel eyes on me and I notice Lando walking towards me enthusiastically. As soon as I am in arms reach, I feel his arms slip comfortably around my waist. 'Hi...' I smile, slipping my own arms around his neck. 'How are you doing?'
Lando takes a few seconds, just staring lovingly at me before smirking. 'Good, better now that you're here. How did this morning go? You and Rebecca get here alright?' He questioned, very grateful that I had someone to join this morning.
I nod keenly, moving on to explain about my morning as my hand start to play with some of his mullet. 'Oh I was added to the wag groupchat, they're all really nice people. They said that I can talk to them about anything and ask for advice you know. I've only really met Rebecca so they don't they even know me but they still like accept me, I thought that was the sweet thing ever...' Unintentionally I go onto ramble about the other wags befriending me, only really stopping when I notice his gaze and gentle warm smile. 'Sorry I'm rambling...'
Looking around us, I can see some engineers watching curiously. A mix of his gaze on me, my realization and the engineers watching all make me blush deeply. 'No it's okay...'
His british cuts through my thoughts, reassuring me. 'I'm really happy that you got them beside you, they know what you're going through a lot more than I will ever so that's great!' One of his hands moves up to caress my cheek lovingly.
A comfortable silence falls on us for a few seconds, before I speak up once again. 'So are you ready for the race today? Is the car good?' I ask, despite not really understanding the sport I'm desperate to learn through Lando.
He turns, watching as the engineers do their final preperations and work and nodding confidently. 'Yeah all good! I've got my good luck charm with me and the car is set to do magic today!' Even the way he explains everything, there is a lot of excitement in his voice. I nod, careful to take in all the information he's telling me.
Our conversation continues for a few more minutes before he's notified that he has to make a move to get the car out onto the track. Quick Lando turns back towards me, smiling and pulling me into a tender kiss. 'I love you! Wish me luck!'
I return the same energy and excitement. 'Good luck Lan! You've got this! I love you too!'
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Pojo and Mambo's Hospital Visits
Hi All! I'm back with a bunch of new stories, and Pojo's is first. To paraphrase Panic at the Disco:
Here I come
Oh, how it's been so long
I'm so sorry I've been gone I've been busy writing posts for you!
Well, actually I've been busy taking care of stuffed animals, which then leads to stories that lead to posts but, you get the idea. :-)
Anyway... the first pair of patients I'm going to share are relatives (the same style of animal). They came to the hospital nearly four months apart. Pojo is about 2 feet tall, Mombo is closer to 3 feet, but their relationship will be obvious.
Here are Pojo's diagnosis photos:
I've seen some of his relatives in the past, so I knew he was originally an almost velvety fur, and he had red suspenders. Pojo had lived with his human for over 50 years. She wrote:
"As you can see his entire body needs to be replaced and re-stuffed. His plastic parts, if possible, need to be cleaned but if not, I love him the way he is. His pants, arms and head are black, his shirt is yellow and he has red suspenders. Please let me know if you can help him."
Now, as you may have realized by now, I try not to replace actual bodies, rather, we replace the stuffing as part of cleaning (because stuffing does not clean or dry well), and then recover. And that was the plan for Pojo when he arrived in May.
Here he is starting treatment with his bubble bath:
Next up, once he dried, was recovering his fur. A perfect texture match to his original fur isn't possible without a donor, so I sent photos of two options. One was a modern fluffier fur:
And the other was a modern minky fur which is smoother:
His human opted for the minky. So surgery proceeded till the next decision point, what ribbons for his new suspenders:
His human opted for the narrower fur.
Pojo was almost better.... last little bits included putting in his new heart (from the new minky fur) made with a bit of his original stuffing:
And then he was ready to fly home to Illinois:
His human's response? He is beautiful!
But I promised two chimps in this post and the second was here this past month. Mombo's predecessor had been with his person for over 60 years, but his condition was such that his human felt a new Mombo was needed. So he searched the web for a Mombo in better shape. He found one, but it was holding a banana in one hand, and needed stuffing and some seams tightened up. So the human opted to send the new Mombo to me, with the original Mombo's hand! The plan was to spruce up the new Mombo, repair his seams, replace his suspenders, and replace the banana hand with the original Mombo's hand. And here's the New Mombo (Mombo reincarnated?) all better and ready to fly home to Florida (you can see how much bigger he is than Pojo!):
Mombo's person wrote: He looks great n enjoyed the attention.
#zippy stuffed animal#bim zip zippy stuffed animal#stuffed animal repair#stuffed animal cleaning#vintage monkey stuffed animal#vintage monkey#monkey stuffed animal#chimpanzee stuffed animal#chimp stuffed animal#chimpanzee#monkey
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the start of something beautiful | a lando norris social media au
pairing: lando norris x private!reader (fc: tyla)
lando is spotted with an unknown woman, and everyone thinks sheâs another fling. however, later revealed as naomi campbellâs daughter, lando's fans slowly start to love her despite her tendency to be private.
notes: btw, iâm so sorry iâve been mia for a while! honestly, i have a ton of drafts iâve written over the time i didnât post, but i lowkey hate all of them lmao. anyways, hope you enjoy this fluff :)
disclaimer: swearing. photos not mine. OLD PIC OF JAZ AND ROSS (yes itâs a warning bc iâm still mourning that relationship, and ik iâm not the only one). there are a few mistakes in the tweets that i was too lazy to fix lol. also, i hope the flow doesnât feel too rushed!
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yourbestie framing these pics brb đđ
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f1gossip We received these photos of Lando and a girl today! It looks like the same girl he has been spotted with for the past 3 months, but itâs still unclear who it is. âď¸
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user three months of them being pictured AND YET NONE CLEARLY CAPTURE HER FACE. thatâs some bs
âł user no deadass bc you guys had one job đ
user lmaoooo i know the delulu fans are crying that sheâs still here
user Are we sure it's the same girl? Lmfao even if it is, he's probably going to get tired of her soon!
user god i hope people learn and treat her better than how they treated luisinha
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user happy lando >>>
user Whereâs your girlfriend
user not the red bull life vest lmfaoo
user lando rlly said hereâs some shirtless pics to distract u
âł user frrr but like itâs not working đ
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f1gossip Naomi Campbell and daughter, Y/N Campbell, making an appearance at todayâs GP! It's presumed that Y/N is dating Mclaren driver, Lando Norris. Our sources in the paddock mentions that the two visited the Mercedes, Ferrari, and Mclaren garages before the race. đ
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user i'm literally in love w her she's soo beautiful đ
user this actually makes sense that they knew each other since naomi has been connected to f1 for a while now
user I would be unstoppable if I looked like her.
user she looks so kind đĽşđĽş
user oh the things i would do to reincarnate as a wealthy personâs child
user i was there and got to meet her and iâd just like to say that iâd go to war for her
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landoupdates Max, Lando, and Y/N (seen in second photo, far right) with fans at an after party! We received these pictures a few minutes ago, and the fan included âY/N mostly stood behind as Max and Lando were asked for photos but she was so so kind !! Although you can tell she likes to keep to herself, she told me she thought my dress was cute and even got Landoâs attention for me so I could ask for a picture đ Also, he kept holding her hand !!!â
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user her face card is insane.
user now that we know she's naomi's daughter, i can't believe we didn't see it before LOL
user âhe kept holding her handâ đđđđđ
user I have never wanted someone to go off private so bad đŠ
user honestly sheâs my new fav wag
user itâs the way everyone loves her rn lmaoooo
user LANDO CAN YOU FIGHT
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f1gossip Lando, Ginge, and Ethan possibly alluding to Landoâs new relationship with Y/N in the recent Quadrant video đđ
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user not them clowning him đ
user i mean we all know by now that theyâre together but this was the cherry on top
user melting over how he couldnât stop smiling đĽš
user the fact that he kept this clip in đŠđŠ
user I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING âLANDO CAN YOU FIGHTâ
user I get it đ I also wouldnât be able to hide that Iâm dating Y/N
user perfect example of private but not a secret, in love with them đĽšđĽš
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landoupdates A few photos of Lando and Y/N at the paddock today âşď¸
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user literally my fav couple
user when is he gonna make it officially on insta
âł user My thoughts exactly!! đđ I know not everything has to be posted, but Iâm just excited to see him officially announce it.
user my girl y/n looked so fucking good today
user i just want him to post her solely because i want more y/n pics
âł user LOL youâre so real for that
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âł user girl whatâs the point when sheâs on private
user When will it be my turn đŠ
user LANDO??? OMFG
user TURN IT UP IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE đđđđđ
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user Y/N IS SO CUTE
user i luv my parents
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CINEMATIC SEDUCTION- BS
ROMUGHâS KINKTOBER
october 12th â humiliation, filming, spanking, sensory deprivation
DAY EIGHT || kinktober masterlist || 2024.
pairing- barbara sugarman x fem!reader
cw- 18+!!; top!reader, bottom!barbara, sight humiliation, filming, photographing?, eating out (from behind!! cheeeers), strappie (b rcv), blowie (r rcv), slight daddy kink if you squint? but like, dont blink or you'll miss it...
wc- 9.973k :) enjoy!
a/n- barbaraaaa is heeereee!! criminally underrated and not written about enough- i'm here to start that change *proud*!! honestly one of my fave characters, been wanting to write her for quite some time now :D i'm planning on turning this into a universe on its own, regularly writing bout these two :) sorry for the late post, got called into work 15hrs ago. i'm till here...)
synopsis- after an accidental photo reveals a hidden desire, Barbara and you dive headfirst into a wild night of passionate exploration that blurs the lines of boundaries. what had begun as a playful mistake quickly transforms into revealing your deepest fantasies and desires.
taglist?- @lost-mortemanghel âĽď¸, @idkwhatever580, @elliecoochieeater, @left-and-right-up-and-down, @deadlesbianwitches - comment or dm to be added :)
Youâre sitting on your bed, smirking as you stare at the screen of your phone.
The picture youâre about to send to Barbara is boldâno, itâs downright filthy. It shows her spread out across the sheets, her legs open as your fingers disappear inside of her. The shot was taken accidentally, hence the blurriness, a moment captured without you even realising it until you scrolled through your photos earlier. Her hair is tousled, her face just out of view, but the angle captures the raw intimacy of the moment, the lightning highlighting the wetness glistening on your knuckles.
The memory rushes back to youâthe way she moaned softly, her voice breaking into gentle gasps as she clenched around you. You canât help but grin, knowing Barbara will be flustered when she sees it. You know she has a strong âdisdainâ for porn, yet she can't resist the enticing photos of yourself you occasionally send her, and this new territoryâone of herselfâ is bound to spark something inside her.
You send it off without a second thought, revelling in the anticipation as you watch the two arrows appear on the screen. They turn blue almost instantly, and you canât help but chuckle, biting your lip in excitement. You wait a moment, letting the tension build before typing out a teasing message to accompany the photo. You can almost picture the flustered and shocked expression on her face as she processes what she just received. Finally, with a playful smirk, you press send on your follow-up message;
âB, I think my phone accidentally snapped a picture yesterdayâ
Barbaraâs response to that is almost instantâthree dots appearing on the screen, then disappearing just as quickly. You can picture the exact look on her face, the way her cheeks must be burning, her lips parted in surprise. Sheâs probably somewhere busy, maybe at the salon, trying to hide the flush creeping up her neck as she reads the message again and again.
A minute passes, then another. No reply. You chuckle to yourself, imagining how flustered she must be. Sheâs always been the kind of person who prides herself on being classy, the one who scoffs at the idea of porn being anything but trashy and degrading. Yet here she is, confronted with an image of herself in a way that she would never admit to finding eroticâat least, not out loud.
Meanwhile, on Barbara's end, the scene unfolds exactly as you imagined. Sheâs standing at her station, comb in one hand and her phone in the other, her heart pounding in her ears. She quickly glances around to see if anyone noticed her reaction, but the other stylists and clients are busy with their own chatter. Itâs just her, staring down at that picture and the implications it carries.
She scrolls up, looking at it once more, and feels a rush of heat spreading between her legs, her body betraying her. It's not just the image itself that affects herâitâs also the realisation that the moment had been captured without her knowing. Itâs the exposure, the rawness of it all that makes her feel vulnerable and a little (a lot) ashamed. And yet, that shame blends with something deeper, an unfamiliar twinge of excitement.
You wait a bit longer, then type out another message.
âI can almost hear your soft moans just by looking at it, baby. You look so beautiful, so gorgeous, so pretty, so mine. See you this weekend?â
She reads your new text, a mix of frustration and desire flickering across her features as she bites her lower lip. You can almost feel the tension radiating from her through the screen, and while she still doesnât reply, you can tell the effect your words are having. Youâve witnessed how her body responds when sheâs arousedâthe subtle way her breath quickens, the tension in her shoulders as she tries to maintain her composure. Barbara has always preferred to keep things simple and vanilla, finding comfort in the intimacy of being eaten out and fingered gently, as if anything more adventurous would feel too overwhelming. Yet, you know her well enough to sense that it wonât be long before her carefully built walls begin to crack, and the ache of her desire pulls her closer to you, urging her to reach out.
The days pass in a frustrating blur for Barbara. She tries to keep herself busy, throwing herself into her work at the salon, chatting with clients, and catching up on errands. But no matter how hard she tries to push the image from her mind, it keeps creeping back inâthe memory of your fingers, the slick heat of her own arousal, and that damn picture that sits, unsaved, in the depths of her phone.
Sheâs gone back to it more times than sheâd like to admit. Late at night, when sheâs finally alone, she finds herself unlocking her phone, her thumb hovering over the photo, wishing you were there with her. Every time she scrolls up to look at it, she feels a mix of shame and excitement curling deep in her belly. Her hand slides between her thighs almost instinctively, rubbing herself through her panties as she relives the sensation of you touching her just like that.
But then sheâll snap her phone shut with a frustrated sigh, tossing it onto the bed as if that could somehow help her regain control. Barbara isnât used to feeling this wayâneedy, distracted, horny in a way thatâs hard to ignore. Sheâs always prided herself on not being âone of those girls,â who fixate on sex the way she always thought men did. But now, thereâs this nagging ache that wonât go away, an unfulfilled desire that makes her restless during the quiet moments.
At the salon, she fumbles with her tools more than once, zoning out when she should be listening to her clientâs chatter. One afternoon, as sheâs washing a customerâs hair, she catches herself daydreaming about the pressure of your fingers pushing inside her again, the sudden burst of warmth between her legs snapping her back to reality. She nearly drops the bottle of shampoo, cursing herself under her breath for letting her thoughts wander there of all places.
Every night of the week, she thinks about texting youâmaybe to tease you back, maybe to demand that you come over and put an end to this torturous build-up. But pride keeps her from doing it. The most she manages is scrolling through the old messages, replaying your teasing words: âI can almost hear you moaning just looking at it again. Remember how you felt?â
Itâs driving her mad, and you know it. You donât usually go a full week without texting each other, sending each other little updates throughout the day or sending pictures and memes with a little âthis made me think of youâ-attachment.
Finally, when the weekend rolls around, you decide itâs time to check in on her. You send a simple text: âB, honey, Iâm free all weekend. Want me to come over? Just finished my last uni class of the week.â
Her response is faster than you expected, and itâs almost breathless in its tone: âYes, ofc. Got some spare clothes here already, come fast pls XX.â
When you arrive, the shift in her demeanour is immediately obvious. Barbara has always held herself with a confident, polished air, but tonight thereâs a different energy to herâsomething desperate, like sheâs been wound up too tight for too long. You can see it in the way sheâs fidgeting, the way her eyes keep drifting toward your hands, like sheâs already imagining what youâll do to her.
You step closer, leaning in to whisper near her ear. âYou seem... happy,â you say, a teasing lilt in your voice. âMiss me that much?â
Her cheeks flush, and she bites her lip, but thereâs a spark of defiance in her eyes. âJust get inside,â she snaps, her voice breathless, but that familiar edge is there. Sheâs still trying to hold onto that composure, even as she takes your hand in hers, her movements just a bit too hurried to hide her impatience.
Barbaraâs grip on your hand tightens as she pulls you over the threshold, but you play it cool, letting her urgency go unremarked. Sheâs breathless, eyes locked on yours with a hunger thatâs barely masked by her usual composure.
âSomething on your mind, B?â you ask casually, tilting your head with a faint smile. You keep your tone light and innocent, as if youâre genuinely oblivious to the tension radiating from her.
She huffs, an almost frustrated sound, and glances away for a moment before facing you again. âJust⌠come inside already,â she says, the words tumbling out in a rush. Thereâs a flush on her cheeks, and you know sheâs been thinking about that picture for days.
You step inside her apartment, still keeping that same easy, nonchalant demeanour. âCome inside of you, or the apartment?â you tease with a playful grin.
She rolls her eyes, but the way she bites her bottom lip again betrays her arousal. âYou know what I mean,â she mutters, dragging you toward her living room.
Once youâre there, you take a slow look around, giving her a moment to compose herself. You act as if nothingâs out of the ordinary, keeping your movements casual. âNice place,â you say, glancing at her like this is just another ordinary visitâwhich it is, technicallyâwhen you can feel the heat emanating from her skin.
She stands there, her frustration mounting. Her breaths are short and quick, and you can see the tension in her posture. When she catches your eye again, itâs like sheâs daring you to break the pretence and admit you know exactly whatâs going on.
But you donât. Not yet, at least.
âAre you okay, Barbs?â you ask, the innocent tone lacing your words as you step closer, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. âYou look a little flushed. Long day at the salon?â
She huffs, a touch of irritation breaking through her composure. âYou could say that,â she murmurs, but thereâs something else in her voiceâa raw edge that slips through despite her best efforts.
You watch as Barbara fidgets in the living room, her fingers playing nervously at the hem of her dress. The tension between you is palpable, and you can feel it hanging thick in the air, even if sheâs trying to pretend thereâs nothing to it. Itâs almost amusingâher stubborn determination to act like she thinks this is just another evening, like she didnât spend the past few days with that picture etched into her mind, lingering in the space between her thoughts.
Sheâs always kept things so composed, so proper, and itâs rare for you to see her this wound up. Usually, sheâd have already found a way to distract herself, a way to brush off the blush creeping up her neck. But today, itâs different. You know it, and deep down, she does too.
You raise an eyebrow, letting your hand trail down her arm with a touch thatâs light, almost tender. âYou sure youâre alright?â you press, your voice dipping into that familiar note of concern, though thereâs a hint of playfulness underneath it. âYouâre acting a little⌠weird.â
The corners of your mouth curl up as she tries to keep her composure, but the way her breath hitches when your fingers brush her skin tells you everything you need to know. Sheâs unravelling bit by bit, even if sheâs not ready to admit it. You step back, giving her some much needed space as you turn toward the kitchen. âWhy donât we get started on dinner?â you suggest casually, as if you hadnât noticed the tension at all.
She hesitates for a moment before following you, her eyes lingering on you as you pull ingredients from the fridge and set them on the counter. As you move around the kitchen, the two of you slip into a familiar rhythm, chopping vegetables and prepping sweet potato fries. The garlic aioli is coming together, the smell of freshly crushed garlic and lemon juice filling the room. You canât help but notice how Barbara keeps stealing glances at you, her eyes lingering on the flex of your biceps each time you slice into the garlic or mix the dressing.
She keeps telling herself itâs just because you look goodâbetter than usual, maybe, with the way your shirt fits just right, hugging your shoulders and arms. It has to be that⌠not the way her mind keeps drifting back to that picture, not the idea of those strong hands holding her down or gripping her throat, not the thought of how easily you could make her melt with just a touch. Her breath catches in her throat as she tries to push those thoughts away, a darker blush creeping up her neck.
Barbaraâs always been the âsex is specialâ kind of girl. To her, intimacy was sweet and gentle, much more romantic than it was raw. She never thought of herself as someone who could get off on something as simple as watching you cook. But lately, especially this week, somethingâs been shifting between you two, and she canât help but feel her body reacting to your deliberate touches, your casual brush against her back as you reach for another knife, or the way your hand lingers a little too long on her waist when you squeeze past her to get to the fridge. Itâs a slow burn that has her thighs clenching together each time you draw near, her heart racing with a blend of embarrassment and something darker, something deeper.
You notice, of courseâhow could you not? Every little tremble in her voice when she speaks, the slight hitch in her breath whenever you touch her, no matter how innocent it may seem. Itâs intoxicating, seeing the effect you have on her, watching her struggle to maintain her composure. Sheâs been growing more responsive over the past few weeks, her desire simmering just beneath the surface, and youâve loved every second of teasing it out. This past weekâeven if it was silentâmight have been your favourite week of your life, even.
As you work together on the salad, you canât resist trailing your hand along her lower back, letting your fingertips brush against her hip as you step closer. "Pass me the olive oil?" you ask casually, your voice low and soft in her ear. She shivers at the nearness of your voice, her pulse quickening.
âY-yeah,â she murmurs, reaching for the bottle, but her hand is shaky as she places it into yours.
âThanks, beautiful,â you say with a knowing smile, your eyes meeting hers for a split second longer than necessary.
Itâs becoming clear that sheâs barely holding herself together, every touch from you sending sparks through her. Her mind flits back to that picture and the feeling of your fingers buried inside her. She feels that familiar heat pooling low in her belly, her arousal sneaking up on her even as she tries to keep her focus on the task at hand.
After cooking, you plate everything, arranging the food just the way she likes it. As you move to carry the plates to the couch, you catch her eye again, a playful glint in your gaze. She swallows hard, trying to tell herself that itâs just dinner with youâthat thereâs nothing going on. But with every step you take beside her, she feels herself unravelling a little more, the boundaries she clings to slipping away inch by inch.
You settle in on the couch with Barbara, the plates balanced on your laps. Thatâs a rare occasionâusually, you insist on eating at the table, but tonight, you decide to let it slide. She seems like she needs the break, and besides, thereâs something about the relaxed intimacy of sharing a meal here that makes it feel special.
You sit closeâcloser than usual, purposefully, your thigh firmly pushed against hers as you get comfortable. Barbaraâs cheeks are still tinged with a light pink, the warmth in the room seeming to mirror the heat spreading through her body. As the daily documentary about an architectâthis time Tadao Andoâbegins, you glance at her, noticing how she squirms slightly at your proximity.
âYou kept all the episodes I missed?â you ask, a hint of surprise in your voice, though the gesture warms your heart.
Barbara nods, her eyes fixed on the screen, but thereâs a small smile tugging at her lips. âFigured weâd catch up on them together when you had the time,â she replies softly.
Her cheeks flush even more when she feels your breath near her ear. As you casually lean in, reaching over her for the remote to adjust the volume, your arm presses against hers, and she bites her lip. You pretend not to notice the subtle shift in her breathing, the way she keeps stealing glances at your hands whenever she can. Itâs becoming harder for her to convince herself that this fluttering in her stomach is simply because of youâor the comfort of having you near.
But you remain composed, every movement deliberately measured, as if unaware of the way her body reacts. When you brush a stray hair behind her ear or your fingertips graze the inside of her wrist or thigh, Barbara stiffens for just a moment before she forces herself to relax. Itâs almost like a game now, one that only one of you acknowledges, but both play nonetheless. The closeness is driving her wild, and she can barely focus on the screen in front of her.
As the documentary draws to a close, Barbara shifts beside you, her breath uneven, and you can feel the tension in the air thickening with every second. Youâve spent the last hour teasing her with every subtle touch, every whispered word, and itâs as if sheâs barely holding herself together. You can sense that something is about to give.
Without a word, she moves, straddling your lap in one swift motion. Her hands cup your face as her lips crash into yours, the kiss fueled by pent-up frustration and longing. You feel her urgency, the way her body melts against yours as she leans in closer, her hips grinding down on your thigh with a needy rhythm. You can't help but grin into the kiss, feeling the heat and desperation radiating off her.
Barbara pulls back just enough to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed a deep pink as she glares at you, her eyes dark with desire. "Shut up, donât talk," she whispers, her voice breathy and strained as she tugs at your hair, not waiting for a response before diving back in, her lips capturing yours once more with even more intensity.
Your hands roam over her body, tracing the curves of her waist before slipping under the hem of the dress she's wearing. The fabric rides up higher as you slide your fingers along her thighs, drawing a shiver from her with each touch. The kiss deepens, and you can feel her hands trembling slightly as they work to undo your belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle in her eagerness.
Somehow, amidst the fevered exchange of kisses and frantic touches, her dress has ended up discarded on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her lacy undergarments. She sits atop you, her skin warm and soft beneath your hands, her breathing ragged as she looks down at you, her pupils blown wide with lust.
You canât resist teasing her, your fingers slipping beneath the band of her panties to graze her bare skin. âCouldnât wait, huh?â you murmur against her lips, your voice a low rumble that makes her squirm.
She lets out a frustrated whine, her nails digging into your shoulders as she grinds herself down harder on your thigh, seeking friction. âJust shut up and kiss me,â she demands, and thereâs a desperation in her tone that sends a surge of heat through you.
You capture her mouth again, your kiss rougher this time, your hands gripping her hips and guiding her movements as she rocks against you. Her moans grow louder, the sound vibrating against your lips, and you can feel the wetness seeping through the thin fabric of her panties onto your trousers. Your hands explore her body with purpose now, tracing the line of her spine, slipping beneath the clasp of her bra as you tug her closer.
Barbaraâs fingers finally manage to free your belt, and with a triumphant little noise, she starts working on the button of your pants. She pulls back just enough to look at you, her chest heaving as she takes in the sight of you beneath her. Thereâs a wildness in her eyes now, a hunger that matches your own.
Before you can say anything, she leans in close, her voice a low, needy whisper against your ear. âPlease take me,â she breathes, her hands slipping beneath the waistband of your pants, brushing against your skin as she starts to tug them down.
The words send a thrill coursing through you, and with a swift motion, you pull her flush against you, your mouth finding hers once more. You can feel her smile against your lips, the kiss turning heated and messy as the last remnants of restraint slip away.
The air is thick with heat and the taste of Barbaraâs kisses lingers on your lips as you pull back slightly, your forehead pressed against hers. Sheâs panting softly, her skin flushed a lovely pink that spreads down her neck. As you gaze into her eyes, you canât resist the temptation to tease her.
âCanât believe all it took was that one little picture,â you say, a playful glint in your eye, âto turn you into a sinful needy lesbian. What would your parents think?â
Barbaraâs breath hitches, and for a moment, thereâs a flash of embarrassment in her eyes. But then she bites her bottom lip, a boldness shining through as she meets your gaze. âIâm fine with sinning,â she murmurs, her voice low and husky, âas long as itâs with you.â
The admission sends a spark of desire racing through you, and you tilt your head, raising an eyebrow. âSo⌠if thatâs the case,â you say, your tone taking on a teasing lilt, âdoes that mean Iâm allowed to film you?â You let the words hang in the air for a beat, watching as her cheeks flush even deeper. âOr maybe just take a little picture for my lock screen?â
You start off joking, but the way Barbaraâs pupils dilate and her breath catches tells you thereâs more than just humour in your suggestion. Her reaction is almost involuntaryâher lips part slightly, her gaze locked on yours as if the very idea has unravelled something inside her.
No words are needed; the look in her eyes is all the answer you need. A slow, wicked grin spreads across your lips as you lean in to kiss her, this time softer, letting the moment linger. The kiss feels differentâlike a promise, a shared secret, a step into territory neither of you had planned to cross but find yourselves diving into headfirst.
Without breaking the kiss, you stand up, scooping Barbara into your arms with ease. Her legs instinctively wrap around your waist, her arms clutching your shoulders as you hold her close. She lets out a breathy sigh, burying her face in your neck as you carry her down the hall, her body pressed tight against yours.
The feeling of her warmth, the way she clings to you, itâs like carrying something fragile and preciousâyet burning with a fire that matches your own. Thereâs no rush in your steps; you take your time, savouring the way her breath tickles your skin, the slight tremor in her grip.
As you set Barbara down gently on the bed, your gaze sweeps over her, taking in every detail. Her hair falls in soft waves around her face, the rosy hue of her cheeks radiates warmth, and the glimmer of excitement mixed with uncertainty in her eyes ignites a spark in you.
âSit on the edge for me,â you instruct playfully, your heart racing at the sight of her eager nod. The anticipation in the air thickens, making you feel giddy with excitement and a hint of mischief.
You grab your phone, holding it up to capture the moment. âJust one second,â you murmur, feeling the thrill of whatâs about to unfold.
âOkay, just breathe,â you reassure her, noticing the way her chest rises and falls with a slight tremor. You start with a close-up of her kiss-swollen lips, glistening slightly. âGod, youâre so pretty,â you murmur, snapping the picture. The way her eyes widen with embarrassment makes you grin, but you continue, sensing her desire to please despite her shyness.
âNow, this one,â you say, positioning the camera to focus on her breasts, the lacy red lingerie clinging to her curves beautifully. You notice the way she bites her lip, a mix of vulnerability and thrill in her expression. âYou look so good in this,â you reassure her, snapping the picture and enjoying the way her cheeks darken to match the colour of the set she's wearing.
Next, you direct the lens down to her tummy, the slight rolls soft and inviting. âDonât hide any of this,â you tell her gently, trying to coax a smile from her as you take another photo. âYouâre perfect just the way you are.â She glances away, her embarrassment palpable, but the hint of a smile breaks through.
Your gaze shifts to her thighs, slightly reddened from where you gripped her during your earlier heated moments together. âCanât forget this,â you tease lightly, capturing the evidence of your earlier intimacy with a quick snap, feeling a thrill of excitement run through you.
âNow, this one,â you say, your thumb ghosting over her lips as she watches you through half-lidded eyes. You take the photo, your heart racing at the intimate display, and you can see her battling between shyness and wanting to please you. The vulnerability in her expression is endearing, but you can see the worry flicker across her face. âWhat if my parents see?â she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, anxiety lacing her words.
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. âThey wonât. No one will see these, I promise,â you assure her, leaning in closer, your breath warm against her ear. âItâs just for me. Just for me to enjoy.â
As if caught in a moment of daring, Barbara leans closer, taking your thumb between her lips, looking straight at the camera with a mixture of boldness and uncertainty. Your breath catches at the sight, the image almost too perfect to capture. Click.
âUs. For us,â she says softly, her voice thick with desire.
A groan escapes your lips at her words, and you feel a rush of heat flood your body. You canât resist her any longer; the sight of her like this ignites something primal inside you. You turn her around on her stomach, adjusting her position to display her perfect form.
You hear the distinct click of your phone as you snap a picture of her ass, barely covered by the lacy red thong. The fabric clings to her curves, and the way her skin glows with a soft sheen makes your heart race. Barbara hides her face in the sheets, embarrassment flooding her features.
âOh, my pretty slut shouldnât feel ashamed,â you murmur, your tone low and commanding. âYouâre so beautiful for me, baby.â With that, you deliver a firm spank to her exposed skin, the sound echoing in the room.
Each spank sends heat radiating through you, and you snap a picture after each one, watching her cheeks grow redder with every strike. You can feel the way her body responds, soft gasps escaping her lips as you squeeze her cheeks, relishing the sensation of her warmth beneath your hands.
Around the seventeenth spank, a soft, involuntary âdaddyâ slips from her lips, and you feel a thrill at the sound. You recognize the vulnerability behind it but choose not to comment, focusing instead on her flushed face, now streaked with mascara from her earlier tears.
âLook at me, Barbara,â you say, gently turning her back around to face you. Her eyes are wide, filled with a mixture of embarrassment and something deeper. You snap a picture of her pretty face, capturing the way her cheeks glow and her eyes shimmer with shed tears.
Barbara glances at the phone, a flicker of confidence crossing her features as she takes it from you. She presses the film button, and youâre surprised by the sudden shift in her demeanour. She begins filming, her hands moving to caress her own body, focusing the lens on her curves.
You watch, mesmerised, as her hands glide over her soft tummy rolls, revealing the gentle stretch marks that decorate her skin like art. Her abs peek through too, hinting at the strength beneath her softness. The way her fingers dance across her body is intoxicating, and you can feel your heart race with every movement.
As she starts to tremble, a soft whine spilling from her mouth, you take over the filming, determined to capture her in all her glory. You start by framing her lovely face, the way her features contort with pleasure and vulnerability, and then you let the camera travel down her body.
Your eyes capture every detailâher soft, beautiful tummy rolls, the gentle curves that invite you in, and the way her skin glows under the soft light. You continue down, admiring the delicate lines that tell her story and the way her thighs form a perfect silhouette.
As you focus on her core, the camera angles just right, framing the way her body quivers under your gaze. Each breath she takes, every slight shift in her body, drives you wild with desire. The moment feels electric, raw, and utterly intimate, and you canât help but feel a surge of protectiveness and pride as you film the beauty before you.
With the heat of the moment igniting something wild within you, you shift your focus back to Barbara. âTurn around,â you command softly, and she hesitates for just a second, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. But the eagerness to please overpowers her hesitance, and she complies, getting onto all fours at the edge of the bed.
The sight is breathtaking. Her body is a tantalising mix of strength and softness, the lacy red lingerie clinging to her curves in all the right places. You canât help but admire the way her back arches, the gentle curve of her spine leading down to the roundness of her backside. A thrill shoots through you, and with a teasing smirk, you deliver another gentle slap to her backside. She jumps slightly, a soft gasp escaping her lips, and you relish the sound. âMove up. I want to see all of you.â
With a mix of excitement and trepidation, she crawls further onto the bed, her movements slow and deliberate as if sheâs savouring each moment. You watch the way her breath quickens, the way her cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson. You can sense her vulnerability, see it even, but also her willingness to step out of her comfort zone for you (and herself. God she really needs you to just fuck her within an inch of her life.).
âHold on to this for me,â you say, passing her the phone. As she grips it, her eyes dart to the screen, where her exposed form is displayed in a vulnerable, yet undeniably sexy light. The sight sends another wave of heat rushing through her, and you can see the mix of embarrassment and thrill reflected in her gaze. She bites her lip, glancing up at you as you make your way to the side of the bed, opening your self-proclaimed side of her wardrobe, the tension palpable.
âJust look at how pretty you are,â you murmur, your voice dripping with admiration. âYouâre so gorgeous, you know that?â
Then, with a predatory glint in your eye, you turn around with silk ropes and a strap in your hands. The soft fabric of the ropes is inviting while the strap makes Barbaraâs eyes widen, a promise of whatâs to come. You approach her, feeling the thrill of anticipation coursing through both of you. âTrust me?â you ask, your tone gentle but firm.
Barbara nods, her breath hitching as you bind one of her hands to the headboard, the silk wrapping snugly around her wrist. You take your time, making sure she feels secure but not constrained. The sight of her like thisâvulnerable yet trustingâfuels your desire, and you canât help but admire the way her body responds to each touch.
âNow, I want you to film for me,â you instruct, your eyes gleaming with mischief. She does as you say, positioning it in between her legs, giving the camera a clear view of her dripping pussy, glistening with arousal. You lean in closer, your breath warm against her skin, the anticipation thick in the air.
âJust like that, B, nice job,â you coax her, your voice low and sultry. âLook at how beautiful you are.â
With a teasing grin, you gently spread her folds, revealing the slickness thatâs pooled there, evidence of her arousal. She shivers under your touch, her body trembling as you toy with her, pushing her boundaries. You relish the sound of her gasps and moans, feeling a surge of power knowing youâre the one bringing her this pleasure.
âLet me show you something special,â you say, your voice dripping with seduction. Leaning in, you spit on her folds, watching as the warm fluid streams down her soft skin. The sight is primal, a raw display of desire that sends a jolt of excitement through both of you.
âLook at that,â you murmur, your gaze drifting up to admire the way her back arches even further. âThis is all for you, baby.â The way she shakes her head gently and gasps sends a thrill through you, knowing how much sheâs enjoying this. You can practically hear her heart racing, her trust in you making her bolder, and you decide to keep pushing.
âYouâre so beautiful when youâre vulnerable,â you whisper, spreading her folds wider for the camera, letting it capture every detail.Â
With the phone still capturing every moment, you return your attention to Barbaraâs folds, relishing in the way they glisten under the soft light. The way sheâs positioned, with her back arched and her free hand gripping the sheets, amplifies her vulnerability. Itâs intoxicating. You press your thumb against her wetness, teasingly pushing through her folds, the slickness making it easy to glide along her sensitive skin.
âLook at you,â you murmur, your voice low and sultry. âYouâre absolutely breathtaking.â You can see her shiver at the compliment, her body responding instinctively to your touch. Her breath hitches, and a low whine escapes her lips as you continue to tease her, your thumb drawing lazy circles around her clit.
âPlease,â she gasps, her voice a mix of desperation and pleasure. âI need more.â
You flash a wicked grin, loving how eager she is, yet you want to take your time. âOh, weâre just getting started, baby.â
With a teasing flick of your thumb, you send her spiralling into whines and grunts, pushing her just a little closer to the edge. You feel a thrill at the way her body reacts, the way she instinctively moves back against your touch, searching for more. Sheâs absolutely captivating, and every whimper, every gasp fuels your desire to take her further.
Deciding itâs time to explore this new territory, you position yourself comfortably behind her, moving your face closer to her. The anticipation hangs thick in the air, a mix of excitement and a hint of trepidation. You lean in, your breath warm against her slick folds, and then you dive in, your tongue lapping at her entrance.
The sensation is exquisite. Barbara gasps, her entire body tensing at the new feeling, and you can hear her breath hitch as you explore her softness with your tongue. The warmth of her skin against your mouth sends a thrill through you, and you canât help but savour the taste of her. Sheâs never been eaten out like this, never this spread open for you, but the sensations are electric.
âJust... oh God,â she breathes out, her voice thick with need as you continue to feast on her.
You hum in agreement, sending vibrations through her as you continue to explore, relishing the sounds of her pleasure. With each flick of your tongue, you explore her folds, tasting the sweet nectar that drips from her. Youâre careful and attentive, making sure she feels comfortable while also pushing her into a whirlwind of sensations.
Feeling a rush of excitement, you film a close-up of your actions, switching the camera to your left hand and positioning it to capture the view of Barbara's dripping pussy as you lick her. The knowledge of your phone capturing the sight of her glistening folds, pulsing with need, fills you with exhilaration. The sound of your tongue slurping against her, mingling with the wetness, creates a melody of pleasure that fuels your desire.
As you shift your focus from the camera back to your girlfriend, you can see her body quaking with pleasure. She seems to realise what exactly youâre doing, and it drives her to the edge of her limits. Her breath quickens, and you can see the flush creeping up her cheeks, making her even more intoxicating.
âMore,â she gasps, her voice trembling with desperation. âPlease, donât stop.â
The intensity of her request sends a thrill through you, and you dive back in, your tongue exploring deeper, savouring every taste. As you continue to eat her out, you can feel her getting closer, her body responding more vocally than ever before, whines and grunts spilling from her lips as you edge her closer to release.
With each flick of your tongue, she becomes louder, her moans spilling out like sweet music, and you find yourself getting even more excited. Hearing her this vocal is intoxicating; the sounds escaping her lips are pure ecstasy. âOh my God, yes!â she cries, the volume of her voice echoing through the room.
You can feel the heat pooling in your stomach at the sight and sound of her, and you angle the camera to capture her folds as they pulse and quiver around your tongue, her pleasure evident in every movement.
âLook at you,â you murmur, not wanting to break the rhythm, the words just for her present and future ears as you tease her with your tongue. âSo beautiful, so needy.â
âPlease⌠donât stop,â she begs, her body rolling back against your mouth as she gasps and whines, her fingers tightening around the sheets.
You continue to explore her with your tongue, alternating between teasing licks and deeper plunges, capturing the entire moment on camera. Every slurp, every moan, every shudder from you fuels Barbaraâ desire further, and you push her closer to the edge, absolutely savouring the intoxicating blend of vulnerability and pleasure radiating from her.
As your tongue works its magic, you can feel the tension in Barbaraâs body coiling tighter by the second, each flick and swirl of your tongue pushing her even closer to the edge. Her moans grow more frantic, each sound spilling out of her like a sweet confession. âI canât... Iâm so close,â she whimpers, her breath hitching as you continue your delicious torment.
You position the camera to capture the way her body arches in response to your touch again. Every sound she makes fills you with pride, knowing youâre the only one bringing her this pleasure. âLet go, Barbs,â you encourage softly, your voice laced with desire. âIâve got you.â
With one final flick of your tongue, you push her over the edge. âOh, God!â she cries out, her voice breaking as she shudders, her body tensing before releasing into a wave of ecstasy. The sight of her climax is breathtaking; her muscles quiver around your tongue as her moans fill the room, and you canât help but capture every second of it, the camera trained on her dripping core.
As she rides the waves of pleasure, you pull back slightly, allowing her to bask in the aftermath of her orgasm. Barbara collapses onto the sheets, breathless and blissed out, a soft smile forming on her lips as she turns her head slightly to meet your gaze. You canât help but smile back, your heart swelling with affection for the girl before you.
âYouâre so beautiful,â you murmur, your fingers brushing against her back, your other hand still gripping the phone. âYou okay?â
Barbara nods, her voice barely above a whisper. âYeah... just... wow.â Her cheeks are still flushed, and you can see the way her body relaxes as the tension melts away.
You take a moment to enjoy this soft connection, your heart racing at the intimacy of it all. âYou did so good, baby.â
Slowly, you pull back, reaching for the strap, the sight of it making Barbara gasp and smile softly as she watches you. You can see the excitement dancing in her eyes, mixed with a hint of shyness that pulls at your heart.
âI, um...â she starts, hesitating. âIâve been wanting to ask you about that.â
You smile softly, moving closer. âThis one?â You hold it up, your voice teasing. âI bought it not too long ago, but I wasnât going to use it unless you asked for it.â
âPlease,â Barbara begs, a hint of desperation in her voice that makes your heart race. âI need it.â
âNeed it, huh?â you tease, your grin widening. âOkay, B.â
You slide it on, and Barbaraâs breath quickens. âYou ready?â you ask, caressing her very red and lightly blue backside, wanting to ensure she feels comfortable and cherished.
âYeah,â she breathes, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves. âIâPlease.â
With a gentle pull, you guide her to get back to her previous position, her body trembling slightly as she settles into it. You admire the sight, her form curving beautifully, the silk rope binding her hand to the headboard just adding to her allure.
âJust breathe for me,â you murmur, your hands gently running over her back. You take a moment to savour the sight before you, the way her body glistens in the soft light, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air. You position yourself behind her, the strap-on pressed against her slick folds. âThis is going to feel a little different, okay? Tell me if you need a breather, babyâ
Barbara nods, her breath coming in quick bursts as she pushes her hips back, trying to get you to slip inside. You tease the tip of the strap-on against her entrance, seeing her slickness envelop you. She gasps, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding her system.
As you push in slowly, you can feel the resistance at first, the pressure against her entrance making your heart race. You lean forward slightly, planting kisses along her back, whispering soft reassurances as you gradually push inside her. âYouâre okay, youâre doing so good.â
With a gentle but firm push, you breach that initial resistance, and you gasp at the sight as Barbara gaps at the sensation. The way her core pulls you in is intoxicating, each inch of your strap pushing deeper eliciting a mixture of pleasure and sweetness between you. âOh, fuck,â you groan, the sight of you filling her overwhelming.
You keep the camera steady, focused on the way she looks back at you, her eyes wide with a blend of excitement and disbelief. The moment is intimate and raw, yet filled with an underlying edge of excitement. Each thrust is deliberate, capturing the way her body responds to you, the heat radiating from her as you push deeper.
âMore,â she breathes, her voice thick with need. âPlease, I need more.â
You give her what she asks for, the rhythm of your thrusts gradually becoming more intense. You relish the sounds of her pleasure, the soft gasps and moans spilling from her lips, and you canât help but tease her with a light spank to her ass.
âSuch a good girl,â you murmur, watching her cheeks flush as the sound reverberates through the room. âYou love this, donât you?â
âYes!â she cries, the mixture of your words and the sensation sending her spiralling further into pleasure. You can see her body tightening around you, and with each thrust, you push deeper, the strap-on stretching her just right.
As you continue to thrust into her, the sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the air, mingling with her moans. You keep filming every moment, capturing the way her body moves with each thrust, the intensity of the connection between you.
Barbara's head falls forward, resting on her free arm as she surrenders to the sensations coursing through her. Her back arches, tilting her hips up in a way that makes you slip even deeper inside her. The sudden change in depth makes her loud moans catch in her throat, turning into silent gasps as the strap reaches places that send jolts of pleasure through her entire body.
Not wanting to let her escape the intensity, you reach forward, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head up, her soft strands wrapping around your fingers. "Uh-uh, donât hide from me," you whisper, your voice rough with desire as you lift her enough to grab her free arm, pulling it behind her back. The position gives you leverage, letting you thrust even deeper, and the way she cries out makes your pulse race.
You hold the camera steady, capturing the way Barbaraâs body reactsâher ass bouncing with every thrust, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. You zoom in, adoring the sight of her juices collecting at the base of the strap, slick and glistening. The camera catches the way her folds stretch around it, her body trembling with every deep, demanding thrust.
The moment you push in even harder, Barbara's voice breaks free, filling the room with even louder, more desperate moans that border on pornographic. The sound sends a thrill of excitement through you, your own breath coming in ragged gasps as you keep thrusting, keeping up the intense pace."That's it, baby," you pant, tightening your grip on her hair and pulling just a bit harder. The increased tension causes her to clench tighter around the strap, making each thrust require a bit more effort. "Let it out," you urge, your voice rough with desire and need. "I want to hear you."
Barbara's entire body trembles, her moans becoming higher-pitched, turning into needy whimpers as she chases the peak of her pleasure. The combination of being restrained, hair pulled, and filled so deeply pushes her to the edge in a way thatâs overwhelming.
She releases a loud, primal cry as her orgasm crashes over her, her walls clenching tightly around the strap. The filthy sounds of your thrusts fill the air, each wet slap echoing the intensity of the moment. Her body trembles, and you can feel the heat radiating off her skin, the sheer ecstasy painting her flushed cheeks and neck a deeper shade. Her thighs shake uncontrollably, her body arching even more as waves of pleasure crash over her, the intensity drawing sobs from her throat. âOh, God, yesââ she babbles, tears welling up as she completely loses herself to the sensations.
You keep filming, capturing every moment of her climax, the way her body spasms, her back arching beautifully, her juices dripping down her thighs. Your heart swells with a mixture of love and raw desire, knowing that youâre the one bringing her to this state of complete bliss.
After helping her ride out her orgasm, you pull out slowly, savouring the way Barbaraâs trembling body shudders one last time at the withdrawal. The sight of leaving her warmth feels like an exhale, a gentle release of everything thatâs built up. You flop down on the bed next to her, the camera momentarily forgotten in your hand, capturing nothing more than blurred glimpses of movement and crumpled sheets.
Barbara stays sprawled on her stomach, her breathing still heavy and unsteady. You gently tug at the silk ropes, releasing the knot that had kept one of her hands bound. As you free her, she lets out a sigh of relief, her body finally able to relax after the intensity of the experience. Her fingers clench and unclench against the sheets, a subtle reminder of the vulnerability she just embraced, her knuckles pale from the force of her grip. Her other hand, the one you had pulled behind her back, lays limp by her side, too exhausted to do anything but rest.
You turn onto your side, reaching out to her. Your fingers brush against her cheek, gently tracing the flushed skin there as you tenderly caress her face. Her eyes flutter open, still glazed with the aftershocks of pleasure, and you can see the quiet vulnerability that lingers.
âHey,â you murmur, your thumb stroking softly over her cheekbone. âYou did so, so well. You have no idea how proud I am of you.â The words come out softly, filled with nothing but adoration and reassurance. âI love you, Barbs. More than anything.â
She leans into your touch, a tired but genuine smile spreading across her lips. Her breaths come slower now, more even, as she clings to the tenderness in your voice. The intensity may have passed, but the connection between you both is undeniable, still electric in the air around you.
The three words hang in the air for a moment, and you can see the shift in Barbara's expression as she processes them, her eyes widening, a mixture of surprise and something deeper, more vulnerable. It's the first time youâve said itâI love you. The words had slipped out easily, yet they carried the weight of everything youâd felt for so long but hadnât voiced.
Before any doubt can creep in, you continue, your gaze locked on hers. âNot because of this,â you clarify softly, your fingers tracing a tender path along her jaw. âItâs not just the heat of the moment. I love you for youâfor everything you are, what you mean to me.â The honesty in your voice seems to ground the confession, a reassurance that itâs about her as a person, not just the intensity of your shared desire.
Barbara's eyes glisten with emotion, and she takes a steadying breath before pushing herself up slightly, still trembling from the aftershocks. Her hand comes to your side, nudging you with a gentle insistence until you roll onto your back. The strap is still attached to your hips, standing tall and glistening with her arousal. The sight of it sends a new flush across her cheeks, but thereâs a spark in her eyes as she meets your gaze.
Leaning down, she kisses you deeply, pouring all the affection and passion she can muster into the touch of her lips. Itâs a kiss that feels like an answer, a silent acknowledgment of the words you spoke, and a promise of everything she wants to give back. As she pulls away, her lips curve into a small, almost mischievous smile. Slowly, she begins to trail kisses down your body, her breath warming your skin with every inch she covers.
When she reaches your hips, she hesitates just for a moment, then glances up at you with a glint of determination. âLet me clean up the mess I made,â she murmurs, her voice still a little shaky but filled with intent. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, her gaze fixed on the strap before her. She looks back up at you, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
âWill you film it?â she asks, the boldness in her voice tempered by a hint of nervousness. âI want you to have something to look at, too.â Her eyes flicker with a need to please, a want to give you something special, something tangible to remember this moment by.
The way Barbaraâs lips wrap around the strap has your breath catching in your throat. Her movements are tentative at first, her tongue tracing a careful path along the length of it, and the sight alone is enough to send a thrill coursing through you. Even though thereâs no physical sensation, the visualâwatching her willingly pleasure the toy, her eyes flicking up to yours as she goesâis intoxicating. Itâs the vulnerability in her gaze, the way her mouth works the strap with a softness thatâs almost reverent, that has your pulse racing.
You film her with trembling hands, capturing the way her tongue darts out to lick along the shaft, her spit adding a glistening sheen that catches the light. When she takes more of the toy into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing, the camera shakes slightly in your grasp. You canât stop the quiet gasp that slips out, the sight of Barbaraâso willing and intent on giving herself to thisâmaking your skin prickle with warmth.
Barbara keeps her eyes locked on you, as if reading the effect sheâs having. Her hands grip your thighs and stomach for support, and the soft sounds she makesâquiet moans and soft humsâadd to the heady mix of sight and sound. Each time she bobs her head forward, taking the toy deeper, the camera shakes a little more. Itâs hard to hold steady when your whole body is trembling, overwhelmed by the sight of her devotion.
Eventually, Barbara notices the way your phone wavers, the way your breath comes in shallow bursts. She pulls off with a quiet pop, her lips shining with her own saliva, and she gives you a soft, reassuring smile. Reaching out, she gently takes the phone from your hands. âLet me,â she whispers, her voice low and breathless.
She turns the camera on herself, focusing on the way the strap glistens with her spit and arousal. She runs her tongue along the length of the toy again, as if savouring the taste of what remains there. Her lips part to take it back into her mouth, and she films the way her cheeks hollow with each movement, her throat working to accommodate the toy as she takes it deeper. Thereâs a mix of concentration and quiet yearning on her face, a desire to show you just how much sheâs willing to give, how much this moment means.
Barbara's hands tremble slightly as she adjusts the angle, capturing close-ups of the toy as it slides between her lips. She lingers on the way it glistens, her own spit and slick making it gleam. The camera captures the wet sounds of her mouth working the strap, the quiet hum of pleasure she lets out as she leans in closer, her tongue swirling around the base. It's soft, vulnerable, and undeniably intimate, a tender moment that speaks volumes about her trust and the depth of her feelings.
As she continues, you find yourself mesmerised by her every move, the way her tongue swirls and teases, the way she takes the toy deeper as if trying to reach some unspoken depth of devotion. Watching her is a pleasure in itself, a sensation that doesnât come from physical touch but from the sheer beauty of seeing Barbara let herself go, giving herself over to this moment, to you.
As Barbara continues to work the strap with her mouth, she shifts the cameraâs angle to focus on your face. Her eyes flicker with a quiet intensity, a need to capture this momentâthe flush of your cheeks, the way your lips part with a gasp, the way your eyes flutter shut as the heat builds inside you. Even though sheâs not physically touching you, the pure sight of her, the knowledge of what sheâs doing for you, brings you closer to the edge.
Barbara slowly pulls off the strap, her lips leaving it with a soft pop, and she starts making her way up your body. She trails kisses along your skin, each one deliberate, leaving faint marks as she goes. Her tongue flicks out to soothe the love bites she leaves behind, a trail of tender hickeys that travels up your stomach, across your chest, and along your collarbone.
When she reaches your face, Barbara turns the camera on you one last time, capturing your expression as you come undone, a mix of bliss and vulnerability that she commits to memory with a soft click. She tosses the camera aside, not caring where it lands now, and leans in to kiss you deeply. âI love you too,â she murmurs against your lips, her voice tender and breathless.
Her words sink in, wrapping around your heart as she sighs into the kiss, letting her body melt against yours. The weight of her feels grounding, warm, like a blanket of comfort and devotion. You sink further into the moment, wrapping your arms around her, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing as her chest presses against yours. Thereâs a quiet understanding in the way she nuzzles into you, in the way she fits so perfectly against your side.
You reach down to pull the strap off, casting it aside without a second thought. It lands somewhere near the foot of the bed, to be dealt with in the morning. For now, the only thing that matters is the soft glow in Barbara's eyes, the quiet hum of her breath against your skin, and the feeling of love settling between the two of youâa love that was there long before this night, but one that has now been spoken aloud, shared in whispered words and quiet sighs.
As the warmth of the moment settles around you both, you feel Barbaraâs breathing begin to slow, her body softening and relaxing into yours. She curls up closer, her head resting against your chest, one arm draped lazily across your waist. You canât help but trace gentle patterns along her back, your fingers following the soft curve of her spine.
Barbara murmurs quietly in her sleep, her body nestling even closer. You draw the covers up over her shoulders, shielding her from the cool night air, and feel the weight of her leg tangle with yours. The calm of the room, the subtle glow of the moonlight casting faint shadows on the walls, creates a peaceful backdrop for the two of you.
With Barbaraâs steady breaths against your skin and the warmth of her body pressing into yours, you find yourself drifting too, the sensation of your hand still lightly caressing her side.
Itâs as if even in sleep, you canât stop touching herâcanât help but hold her close, protectively, lovingly. Even in sleep, your touch is instinctive, a tender gesture of affection that doesnât cease.
The way her body fits against yours feels like home, like a place you could stay in forever.
As sleep pulls you both under, your fingers continue their gentle caress along her skin, even in the deep calm of slumber. Barbaraâs soft sigh escapes her lips, her body unconsciously leaning further into you, seeking your warmth. Together, you lie curled up, bodies entwined in a silent promise, as the night carries you into a shared dream.
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follow me |carmen berzatto x reader|
prompt: the bear needs a social media rebrand. sydney hired you, and carmen gets more than just followers after meeting you.
an: bad descript i'm sorry lol. basically you're a social media manager and carmen likes you lol or how you and carmen meet <3 also thinking this will be a part 1???? lmk if you want a part 2!!!
contains: reader is a social media manager. language. carmen denying himself happiness ofc. mentions of mikey. fluff, fluff, fluff!!!
âWhat the hell is this?â Sydneyâs voice raised, brow raised even higher to heighten her suspicions. Maybe her disgust.Â
After Carmen looked at the snarl on her face, he decided it was definitely disgust.Â
âWhat?â Carmen shrugged, looking at the screen in front of him. âItâs the, uh, The Beefâs old Instagram.âÂ
âRight.â Sydney said slowly, blinking at Carmen obviously. âThe Beef, and we are not that anymore. We are The Bear.â She scrolled for a moment. âThey also havenât posted since twenty-twenty, which is-âÂ
â-Well, Mikey ran it, alright?â Carmen huffed, glaring at Sydney with annoyance. âI just found the fuckinâ password on a fucking gum wrapper in a folder labeled âimportant shitâ so I donât know what to tell you.âÂ
Sydney nodded slowly, looking back at the phone, before sighing deeply. âI know what you should do.â She said, typing on her phone. Carmen grunted, still looking at the piles of order forms for produce in front of him. âYou need a social media manager, because Carm, this? It's not gonna work.âÂ
âSocial media what?â Carmenâs brows creased, shaking his head. âI donât- no, I donât need to do that. Iâll just, Iâll get Gary or fuckinâ Sweeps or Fak to run-â
âNo, no, Carmen, seriously? Look at this. Thereâs- oh my God- thereâs a thing here that says bring your own plate and youâll get a free drink, Carmen⌠What the fuck?â Sydney sighed, shaking her head at him.Â
Carmen nodded, running a hand through his hair. âYeah, I-Iâm thinking that was a, uh, a Mikey special.â He muttered, pinching his eyes shut. âI canât afford to hire someone on the payroll for that long, ok? Not when I could hire another hostess or-or a runner.âÂ
âThey only come in to revamp and get it started. Just a little kick start for now. To get us started.â Sydney explained, clicking on her screen. âLook, I have a mutual friend with this girl whoâs really fuckinâ good, ok? She did Loboâs that pizza place? Got them from two hundred to eighteen thousand followers in like two or three months.âÂ
Carmenâs eyes flashed, looking at Sydney with a raised brow. âSeriously? FuckâŚâ Carmen looked at the screen, the crisp photos, videos, fun and trendy- vibrant and alluring. He hated to admit it, but it was good.Â
âLook, Carm, itâs free advertising, ok? You catch the influencers if it goes viral. Could really put this place out there.â Sydney countered. âItâd be a lot cheaper than paying for some shitty advertisement on the news that no one watches anyways. Could bring in a lot of business and attention.âÂ
Carmenâs fingers drummed against the counter, sighing sharply. âFine, whatever, see if you can get her in and just⌠Just tell me how much I need to put aside, alright? Iâll push the new glasses until then.âÂ
Sydney smiled triumphantly, nodding at Carmen. âYes, Chef.â She saluted, walking out of the office.Â
Three days later, you were standing outside of The Bear, newly opened, freshly renovated, and steady but not booming. âUh, excuse me?â You waved through the window at the man in the beanie, looking at you carefully.Â
âHey, weâre closed until dinner, alright? But you can-âÂ
âOh, no. I, uh, Iâm not here for eating.â You cringed, shaking your head. âIâm looking for Sydney? Or Carmen? Iâm the new social media person?âÂ
âSocial media?â The man repeated, pushing the door open further. âOh, shit! Youâre the girl who does the, uh, Lobo and Avec!âÂ
âYeah, I am.â You blushed, walking into the restaurant.Â
âI love watching those reels of the asmr cutting the bread. Ugh, I watch it every night before going to bed.â The guy laughed, locking the door behind you. âOh, Iâm Marcus by the way.âÂ
You took his extended hand, introducing yourself, while you took in the fixtures on the wall, the art, the overall ambiance. âI am going to get Carmen, but you can stay right here if you want.â Marcus grinned, pushing the sliding doors open.Â
You set your things down, pulling out your notebook, and looking around the restaurant. You knew that this was once The Beef, Sydney had sent you a few things about Carmenâs credentials and you looked up the rest. Impressed was an understatement, a guy your age that had ran the best restaurant in the world? Quite possibly was the best chef in the world or at least Chicago and needed your help? You were nervous, to say the least.Â
Marcus called your name, making you jump slightly as you turned around. âUh, so this is Carmen. Heâs the owner, the head chef.âÂ
âHi,â You were met with piercing blue eyes, hidden under a stray blonde lock of hair. Carmenâs hand reached for yours. âNice to meet you. Sydney, uh, she couldnât stop tellinâ me about your work. Thank you for helpinâ us out.âÂ
âNo, no, thank you.â You reached for his hand, strong, a little rough, trying not to stare at his inked fingers. âItâs a pleasure to work with you. She told me a little about you, about the restaurant. Itâs very impressive. Surprised you needed me.â You grinned.Â
Carmen bit back a smile, looking down to hide his blush. Fuck, Sydney said you were good at your job, she failed to mention that you were so fuckinâ pretty too. Carmen could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, taking flight like he was a middle schooler again with a school yard crush.Â
âSo, if you have time, I want to go over some goals with you?â You say, gripping your notebook tightly.Â
âGoals. Right, uh,â Carmen looked through the back doors. âSydney is on her break, and-and my sister, Sugar- well, her name is Natalie, sheâs like our manager. Richie too, uh, shit- Iâm sorry thatâs a lot of people, I know.â Carmen shook his head, an anxious laugh pealing out from his lips. âThose are the people you need to talk to, basically. I can grab them, just-âÂ
â-But youâre the owner, right?â You asked, lifting a brow gently.Â
âNo, I mean, yeah, I am.â Carmen stuttered.Â
âThen I need to talk to you, too.â You gave him a small smile. âI mean, you know this place better than anyone, right? All the ins and outs? And from what Sydney told me, you redid this entire place. Right?âÂ
âYeah, I did.â Carmen nodded. Fuck, he kept staring at your lips, he didnât mean to, he was just⌠he was distracted.Â
âSo, we can all meet if you want, or I can do it one at a time.â You pulled your pen out of your notebook, looking at him with a gentle smile. It had Carmenâs heart racing. âI just have a few questions about the vision.âÂ
âThe vision?â Carmen repeated, swallowing around the growing lump in his throat.Â
âYeah, the vision.â You smiled. âJust⌠tell me about this place. Tell me about you.â You slid into the chair across from him.Â
Carmen wiped his hands on his pants, turning to look at the doors, hoping someone would come to his rescue. He wasnât good at talking, especially not to pretty girls, especially about himself. Still, he couldnât leave you sitting there. Heâd hired you after all, and you were here to help him. So he sat down across from you, hoping you didnât see the way his knee bounced under the table, hoping you couldnât hear how his heart pounded.Â
âSo, Carmen Berzatto,â You grinned, every syllable of his name rolling off your tongue so sweetly, Carmen was sure he was going to faint. âTell me about The Bear. Why did you start it?â
âWell, it was The Beef before. And-And my parents owned it, then my brother Mikey didâŚâ Carmen started, watching the way you scribbled, eyes flickering to him with a small smile.
âHello!â You called, pushing through the back door. Theyâd given you the code a week ago, so you didnât have to wait or pound on the front door until someone took mercy and let you in. âItâs content day!â You sang, cheery and bright.Â
Carmen could hear the pretty trill of your voice, trickling down the hall and into the kitchen. Tina smirked, watching the way he stopped, turning to look at you, blush rising under his white shirt. âHey, Jeff,â Tina smirked, his head snapping to her. âYour girlâs here.âÂ
The staff had been teasing Carmen relentlessly about how smitten he was with you. Something heâd been so reluctant to do, he now looked forward to. Carmen swore it was because of your work. You had taken them from the measly six hundred followers theyâd had since they started the account in twenty-eleven to six thousand, strategic posts and tags and tagging a few buzz accounts that were Chicago foodies. Business had gone up, reservations filling slowly. Followers poured in from TikTok, from the reels, from the posts. One tag from a micro Chicago influencer had brought in a good chunk and was still, all because of a photo with the pretty light features and the dessert.Â
âWhereâs the Bear?â You grinned, passing Sydney, camera in hand, bag slung over your shoulder. You pushed open Carmenâs office, dropping your bag in there. Heâd told you that you could keep your things in there, since you didnât have a locker, of course- and not at all because that meant heâd see you before you left.Â
âHeâs in here, baby!â Tina called, smirking at Carmen.Â
âCâmon,â Carmen shook his head, a deep breath to keep him from looking so flushed. It worked for a moment, of course, until you rounded the corner. All bright smiles and fuck, you smelled so good. Camren wanted to drown himself in your perfume. âGood morning, Bear.â You beamed.Â
Carmen grinned, cheeks heating with every step you took forward. âMorninâ.â He muttered, looking at the clock.Â
âItâs content day.â You grinned, shaking your camera lightly. âTell me you got something good for me, Chef. What's the special this week?âÂ
âA lamb tenderloin with a gorgonzola sauce served over pasta- house made, of course.â Carmen answered.Â
âOf course.â You repeated with a tiny grin. You turned on your camera, taking a test shot, before you looked at Carmen carefully. âReady whenever you are, Chef.âÂ
Carmen bit back his own grin, clearing his throat lightly. âHow do I start it? The same as last time?âÂ
âYep.â You nodded, pressing the camera to your eyes. âTell me your name, name of the restaurant, and then just this week's special.âÂ
âOn your mark.â Carmen nodded, picking up his clean utensil.Â
âOn yours.â You laughed. âIâm already recording.âÂ
Carmen spoke to the camera easily, trying to stay trained on the lens and not at you. How youâd grin and nod encouragingly at him, zooming in closer as he chopped, seasoned, pulled the already prepared and finished product out of the oven.Â
Richie crossed his arms, leaning against the wall next to Sugar, lips pursed knowingly. âI know youâre thinkinâ the same shit as me.âÂ
Sugar hummed. âThat Carmenâs into her?âÂ
âWay fuckinâ into her.â Richie grinned, watching as Carmen blushed, grinning back at you, genuine and a little shy at your compliment.Â
âFifty bucks says he doesnât make a move.â Sugar looked at Richie.Â
Richie snorted, scoffing with a shake of his head. âAlright. Iâll take your bet. I say he does.âÂ
âGet ready to be out of fifty dollars, Cousin.â Sugar said smugly. âThis is Carmy weâre talking about. Not Mikey. Carmenâs not gonna make a move on her.âÂ
âEh, not so quick, my dear, Natalie. Carmenâs changed a little since this place.â Since the horrendous freezer incident with Claire. âHe really likes her too, look at âem.â Richie nodded, watching as Carmen held the spoon out for you, blushing when your hand touched his to take it, groaning before smothering him in compliments. Tina looked at Richie, amused and grinning from across the room.Â
âCarmen will seal the deal. Itâll be last fuckinâ minute and it will be a mess, because itâs fuckinâ Carmen, but⌠I believe in him.â Richie nodded.Â
Natalie snorted. âI genuinely hope youâre right, Cousin.â She looked at Carmen with a small smile, watching the way he looked at you, eyes cutting like he was being so cool about keeping his feelings underwraps. âI really do.âÂ
That night, Carmen lied in bed, scrolling through his footage from the day, seeing the video pop up from @/thebearchicago. Set to classical music, snobby and dramatic, the cuts, Carmenâs voice laid over describing the meal for the week, and a particularly good close up of his hands cutting the onions fiercely. Carmen was shocked to see the number of likes⌠the number of comments flooding in.Â
âthe cameraman knew exactly what they were doing lmaoâ
âNew necklace available!!!âÂ
âI will give you my vital organs and let you chop them up like that if you let me watch chef pleaseâÂ
âWhat the fuck?â Carmen snorted lightly, shaking his head, scrolling through the comments. He clicked to the main page of the restaurant, seeing you were just a few away from ten thousand followers. Fuck⌠Sydney was fucking right. You were good.Â
Carmenâs face fell, mind racing and screaming with the reminder that you were only there for a few more days. Heâd only hired your for two months- two glorious fucking months. You seemed⌠permanent now. Like he couldnât imagine you not coming in on Tuesdays and Thursdays and after three on Fridays. You were a staple there. The staff loved you, you were good, and-
And Carmen really liked you. Liked having you around. Looked forward to talking to you. To get the chance to lean over your shoulder as an excuse to touch you when you showed him a preview of a post. Or when youâd send him cute text messages, a funny comment attached, your text reading: âyouâre a hit, bear! they love you!âÂ
It was like you could read his mind, your contact flashing across the screen at him.Â
To: CarmenÂ
âtold you this would be a good one! the fans love you berzatto!!!âÂ
Carmen grinned, the faint twinge of a blush on his face. He could feel his heart racing, fingers dancing over the keyboard, and worst of all- he could hear Mikeyâs fucking voice in the back of his head. A nagging tone repeating over and over and over, âLet it rip, Bear! Donât be such a pussy! Ask her out!âÂ
Carmen looked at his screen, fingers typing out the message, a short, less than smooth invite to make you a special thank you dinner and his place- a date. He hoped you picked up on it. Heat hammering in his chest, he could feel his chest tighten, ribs knitting together uncomfortably, stomach twisting in the worst way.Â
So, Carmen did what he always did.Â
From: CarmenÂ
âNever doubted you. Thank you. The video was great.âÂ
He watched as the blue sent, the delivered turning into seen, and followed by your thumbs up over the text. Carmen put his phone on the table, lying back on his pillow, but he couldnât sleep. His stomach still turned, unsettled with regret.Â
âOh! Marcus stop!â You gasped, Carmenâs head turning at the sound of your voice. âYou didnât need to do all of this!âÂ
âYeah, I did.â Marcus beamed. Carmen turned the corner, seeing a beautifully piped cake there, candles and icing cursive that read âthank you!â in the middle of the buttercream. âYouâre cool and you got us on the map, girl. Plus, weâre gonna miss you.âÂ
âYeah,â Sydney nodded, holding a small balloon that said that exact phrase on it. âWe will miss you.âÂ
âIâll miss you guys.â You grinned, hugging them both tightly. âThis has been my favorite job so far. You guys have been so nice. Way nicer than a lot of these assholes around here.â You grinned.Â
Richie stood on the wall, foot tapping, eyes darting back from you to Carmen. He could see his cousinâs stuttering movements, hesitant and careful, before retreating back into himself. Câmon, Carm, fuckinâ do it, Richie thought, shaking his head. Carmen wouldnât though, wouldnât let himself be happy. Richie took a deep breath, head shaking with annoyance.Â
âGoddammit, Berzatto,â Richie muttered, pushing off the wall. âYou know, sweetheart, itâs been so great having you. Seriously, you blew us all away.â Richie said, walking towards you.Â
You smiled. âThanks, Richie. I really appreciate it.âÂ
âAnd you know what, we want to really show how much we appreciate you.â Richieâs eyes cut to Natalie, a silent plea to help him out. âI had a cancellation for this evening, and I would love for you to come instead. Let us really cook for you, give you the whole experience. No bill, of course. All on the house, for you, my dear.âÂ
âOh, I-I couldnât let you guys do that.â You shook your head politely, eyes cutting to Carmenâs.Â
âNo-No, please.â Carmen nodded, finally speaking. Richie sighed silently in relief. âIt would be great actually. Please?âÂ
You felt your heart melt, nodding softly. Before you could even reply, Richie was stepping up again. âAnd you know what? You gotta do one last post for us, right? The big chef spotlight one. The, uh, câmon, Sydney what am I lookinâ for here?âÂ
âOh, the one about the staff spotlights?â Sydney asked.Â
âThatâs the one. See, thatâs it. And youâve done everyone except the big boss.â Richie pointed at Carmen, ignoring the way the younger manâs face fell.Â
âI didnât get one-â Fak started, Richie shoving him out of the way.Â
âYou gotta end with Carmy, and it's funny because itâs gonna be real slow tonight anyways. Wednesday, ya know? And I think what better way to experience the night, really craft that staff spotlight thing, than with Carmen. The two of you, have dinner and get to talk.â Richie knew it was rocky, not at all smooth, but it was the best he could do.Â
âWhat? Cousin, what are you-âÂ
â-No, youâre right, Richie.â Sugar added, stepping towards Carmen, and cutting him off. âAnd Carm, you were saying you wanted to see everything in action for yourself. You do the customer experience so you make sure everythingâs good, and weâll serve you both dinner. All the stops.âÂ
âHowâs that sound?â Richie clapped his hands together, nodding at Tina, who grinned.Â
âJeff, it would be really nice to make sure we can work without your instructions. A good night for it too.â Tina added.Â
âYeah, and Sydneyâs got it.â Richie nudged the girl beside him.Â
âTotally, Carm- uh, Chef. Iâve got it.â Sydney nodded, catching on to Richieâs glare at her.Â
Carmen felt like he could melt into the floor, face red and palms sweaty. His ears were ringing, tongue swelled thick in his mouth. You looked over at him with a small smile. âI mean, that does sound really nice. If-If itâs ok with you guys, you donât have to-âÂ
â-Oh no,â Richie shook his head, walking over to Carmen to clap him on the shoulders. âWe insist, donât we, cousin?â Richie laughed, leaning down to Carmen. âDonât fuckinâ stand there like a jagoff, say somethinâ.â He whispered.Â
âYeah.â Carmen said, swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat. âItâs, uh, yeah. That-That sounds great.âÂ
âWonderful.â Richie beamed. âSix oâclock sounds good for you kids? Give you enough time to get it together.â Richie looked from you to Carmen. âMaybe for some of us to take a shower.âÂ
Carmen could feel the heat rise from his neck to his cheeks, covering him in a furious blush. You giggled. âDefinitely gives me time to get a blow out.â You laugh. âSee you at six then?âÂ
âItâs a date.â Natalie added, practically bouncing on her toes behind Carmen.Â
Carmen glared at her, before turning back to you. âYeah, I-Iâll see you then.âÂ
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