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The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 10: Bared teeth and knuckles red

Words: 4.8 k

Summary: You finally decide to tell Carmy the truth.

a/n: Please read! Same as last time, don't wanna trigger anyone so, trigger warning: mention of suicide attempt in flashbacks. That is all.

Also, only three more chapters left and all I can say is thank you for enjoying this as much as I loved making it. I had never published anything I had written and you have all been so wonderfully nice that it really has boosted my confidence in writing.

Anywaaay, this one's gonna hurt so I apologize in advance and you can totally yell at me in the comments, but just a head's up I WILL CRY IF YOU DO.

Commenting is always appreciated!!

Your toes had grown red and numb as they dangled yards away from the freezing water. Soft sniffs ached in your chest and your grip on the metal grew unsteady with every gentle cry. The dots of the bright city lights blurred together in your watery eyes, but there was nothing but an unknown serenity lapping at your insides. Like the feeling you get from watching bio luminescent tides illuminate a dark beach with every sway. The night was still, only the light patter of a pair of footsteps that you confused with your heartbeat.

��You don’t want to do that.” A deep voice called from your far right and your body jerked towards the noise.

You scoffed at the tall man, too calm for someone who had stumbled into that uncommon situation. “I don’t even fuckin’ know you, dude.” You rolled your eyes and faced the water again.

“True..” He said, placing a cig between his lips and lighting the end. “but I do know that if you jump from this height, you’ll just end up crippled.”

“Well I don’t know how to swim, so I’ll probably just drown.” You answered with the same bitterness.

“Hardcore” He whispered, then slowly walked to rest his elbows a few feet away from you.

The man took a long drag, the ember showering his strong features in an orange hue. Your eyes flickered from the burning tip to his face, only looking away when he turned towards you.

“You smoke?” He asked and you shrugged lightly. He pulled the beaten packet from inside his jean jacket with measured movements and slowly offered it to you. “How ‘bout one for the road, kid?”

You doubted for a second, then uncurled your frozen fingers from the bar and stretched out your arm to the man. In a flash, one of his hands gripped your wrist while the other circled your waist and hoisted you up and away from the edge. The world swiveled for a short second as you both fell safely against the snow covered path. You thrashed around in his grip, legs and arms swaying violently as a thousand screams were ripped from the deepest parts of your chest. But no matter your attempts, the man maintained a calm composure.

It was only when your screams died down to soft whimpers and your surroundings flashed with red and blue, that the numbness abandoned your body and you finally felt the cold seep through your clothes as you sat alone in the middle of the bridge. It was then that you heard his gentle words echo for hours in your head.

“You’ll thank me one day, kid. I promise.”

“Is it too much purple, Ms. F?” Kenny asked from his end of the small semi circle, pulling you away from the thick waves of your mind.

“Hmm? N-no no, that looks really good, Ken. Great job…”

Your phone vibrated softly from one of the pockets of your apron, creasing your brow when Syd’s name flashed on the screen. A few indications were given to the kids before excusing yourself a few yards away to answer the call.

“Hey, everything ok-”

“I stabbed Richie.” Syd’s shaky voice interrupted.

“Y-You what?”

“And I walked out. I stabbed Richie and then walked out. I-In that order.”

You were silent for a few seconds, not knowing how to answer accordingly, because what does one say when someone’s confessed to stabbing someone, albeit a shitty someone, but still a someone.

“H-how… did that happen?” You asked instead.

“Cause your stupid asshole boyfriend went bat shit crazy when I fucked up the to-go’s!” She began rambling about some software update in the system and how she had forgotten to block out the schedule, so by the time they were ready to open, they were already behind on hundreds of orders they hadn’t prepped for.

“Jesus, Syd! And you left them alone with that mess?!” You angrily whispered at your phone.

“You think I don’t know that?! I know I screwed up, okay? But when I tried to figure it out, Carmen got all up in my face and wouldn’t listen! He started fucking yelling at everyone and I was so pissed, and Richie- God Richie- h-he basically stepped into my knife. I know it wasn’t that bad, but I didn’t stay around to check.” She finished.

You heard her shallow breaths on the other end and waited for her to calm down.

“D’you think I should go back?” She asked, when her voice had stopped shaking.

“Yes… but it’s too late now, it’ll probably piss him off more. Go home, sleep it off and try to solve it with a clear head in the morning.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” She heaved in a heavy sigh that ended with a groan. “You-erh- you gonna tell ‘em… today?”

“I mean, I want to do it less now but… what’s one more bad news to throw into the dumpster fire that is today, right?”

Syd snorted ironically into the mic, her shaky breathes had slowly started to regulate.

“Alright, well call me if you need anything.”

“Yeah, you too.”

You hung up and saved your phone back into your apron. The void in your chest happily feeding itself with the bad news, only growing stronger and wrapping its roots around your ribs. Checking the time made you realize there were still a couple hours left until your shift was up, but it didn’t feel nearly as long as you needed to grow a pair and tell Carmy.

Usually, you were great at keeping secrets. It came with the territory of being the eldest daughter and having an overprotective single mother. There were so many midnight escapades where you’d go smoke weed with your friends at the park that you’d take to the grave. Or the insignificant containers of lipgloss you'd steal as a teen just for the thrill of it, that now lived untouched at the bottom of your drawer. You always joked that, apart from your family and closest friends, you didn’t really have a conscience to listen to, or anything that could make you feel guilty over most things. Which is why the void that had been living in your stomach for the past weeks felt foreign and uncomfortable with every passing day that you did nothing about it.

You hadn’t been sleeping either. The moment you felt your body drift away, your mind was clouded by the mirage of tired baggy eyes and a large grizzly bear on the snow padded bridge. The thunderous growl always jerked you awake and with sore lungs and dew over your brow, you’d move from the restraining covers into the small sanctuary in the living room. The tiredness displayed itself proudly over your face, sitting heavy in the bags it had nursed under your dull eyes, for everyone to see.

It was one of the reasons you had been avoiding Carmy for weeks. No amount of concealer would cover them up and you knew that the moment he spotted your slouched shoulders, he’d know something was wrong. He probably already did. The time between your texts had grown larger, always hiding behind a ‘sorry, been busy’ or ‘fell asleep’. All because you couldn’t bare to tell your boyfriend the truth. You knew you’d have to eventually, the longer it took, the worse his reaction would be once you decided to finally tell him.

‘Today.’ You mumbled to yourself while getting ready, ’I’m gonna do it today.’ But as the day grew older, so did the regret of having to follow through with your own self imposed promise.

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The blank canvas sitting expectant in front of you worked perfectly to help you dissociate since the moment you sat down. The blue paint you had been chipping from your nails was long gone, but the repetitive action continued, leaving small streaks of red stinging by the time you washed your hands to leave. You expected to at least have half an explanation by the time you made the short walk to the restaurant, however, your brain seemed to have forgotten any trace of the English dictionary in your vocabulary. Only the simplest words remained and that was not nearly enough to explain the strange situation you found yourself in.

The lights inside The Beef glowed a menacing white and the silence was so intense, you could even hear the electricity flowing through the fluorescents.

“Yo! We’re closed!” Yelled Richie’s voice from the side room once he heard the bell by the glass door ding, then you saw him slowly move towards you, with a rather noticeable limp. “Short stack! Nice of you to show up after we got our asses beat.”

“Yeah, heard you got it stabbed too…”

He threw a middle finger in your direction and limped past the counter and to the empty back where everyone seemed to have fled after the rough day.

“Mind if I take a look?” You asked him, dropping your bag on one of the tables.

“What, you ain’t gonna take me to dinner first?” Despite the tiredness behind his voice, he still managed to be just as annoying.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “Chill, alright? My mom’s a nurse, she taught me a couple stuff.”

“ ‘M fine, Ebra already patched me up, so no need to go all fuckin’ Doogie Howser on me, okay?”

You didn’t have the energy to protest or to even make fun of his old ass reference, so you just raised your hands and mumbled an irritated ‘Fine, I don’t fucking care anyway’ and walked past him to the office.

You saw Carmy hunched over the piles of invoices scattered around his desk, arms tensely resting on the firm wood and wisps of smoke floating in the thin air. You could guess how bad the day had been by the multiple stains on his regularly white shirt and by the strained muscles locked sturdily under the material. You stood frozen by the door, a sudden wave of fear washing over you at the idea that there was no way that this would not end terribly.

You swallowed the dryness that had accumulated in your throat and reached up a shaky hand to knock at the door. His eyes were dark and intense when he turned to you and a heavy breath filled his lungs as he observed you up and down.

“Hey…” He greeted with a nod, then turned back to the mess of papers.

“I’d -uh- I’d ask how your day’s been but…” You said, pushing yourself deeper in the room and shoving your hands in your back pockets.

Carmy nodded slowly, letting his forehead fall over yours when you reached his side and taking in another deep sigh. “Sydney tell you?”

“Briefly, but yeah…”

“Marcus walked out too.” He said dryly, pulling away and raking his hand through his matted hair.

“What happened?”

“I dunno. I thought everything was finally going better a-and then it’s one thing after the next and I just… I snapped.” He confessed.

Your brows screwed in confusion, “But you’re used to yelling in the kitchen-”

“Yes, but this was different. I don’t know what took over me. I-It was like my mouth and my brain had no filter and all the words just came spewing out. Like I wanted them to feel like shit, like I needed them to feel what I feel every-fuckin’-day here.” He threw himself on the office chair and rested his heated face on his hands.

“Did you mean it?” You asked after a few moments. “What you said to them, did you mean it?”

Carmy dragged his hands down to his mouth, tired eyes fixed on yours, then shook his head ‘no’ slowly.

“Then maybe you can tell them that… Once you’ve all cooled down, of course.”

He was silent, brows knitted together in contemplation. “Ye-yeah no, I know-I will.” He finally said, rubbing his thumb to the inside of his palm and staring at you again. “Hey, uh… C-can I ask you somethin’?”

Fuck. You didn’t trust your voice to answer, so you just nodded, hands curling tightly around the edge of the desk that hit your back.

“Are we… good? Cause you kinda went all cold turkey on me…” He said with a humorless breath that made the knot in your throat double in size.

“I was kinda hopin’ you didn’t notice that…” You whispered and he slowly stood from his chair to reach out for your hand.

“‘Course I would notice.” He shrugged and took a step closer to you, tilting his head to see your eyes fixated on the file cabinet behind him. “Is everything alright?”

You swallowed hard, it felt like razor blades going down your throat as you tried to figure out what to say or how to start. His thumb grazed softly at your chin, pulling your face up and forcing your worried stare to meet his. Despite the generous bags that decorated his eyes, the look he gave you was swarmed with devotion. As if there were something more weighted behind it that his body couldn’t hold and it was filtering through the cracks. His stare made the guilt inside you grow even larger, roots now too deep to be pulled out.

In a few seconds of selfishness, you pushed yourself off the desk and closed the little distance between your faces, carefully wrapping your lips around his. He answered back instantly, circling his hard arm around you and pulling you closer to him. You kissed him hard and you kissed him long, because the pessimist in you insisted that it’d be the last time you’d be able to after tonight. It was selfish, yes, but at least you would have a sweet trace of his lips to remember before everything went to shit.

His grip on you tightened, teeth pulling at your bottom lip with contained insistence. He needed the kiss too. After weeks of not seeing you and the worry that he might have done something wrong to scare you away, having you back in his arms was a surprise ending he did not expect for a hellish day.

But you pulled away too quickly and the way your eyes had begun to water at the corners constricted his chest. He didn’t say anything, instead rubbed his calloused thumb in circles over your tender cheek.

“There’s something I need you to know,” You whispered with a soft sniff that pulled the threatening tears back down. “A-and I’m not sure how you’ll feel about… us, after.”

His frown deepened, pulling away only slightly but it felt like a crater had opened up between you.

“O-kay… What, d’you cheat on me or somethin’?” He joked lightly, trying to lighten the somber mood.

“No, no of course not!” Your answer was rushed. “It’s more complicated than that…”

You took his hand and led him to his chair, then sat cross-legged on one of the short file cabinets that faced him. With a few deep breaths and your heartbeat heavy in your throat, you began.

“Fuck, okay. So before I started working here, I used to work privately.”

“Rich folks in Lincoln, I remember.” He added.

“Yeah, e-except I didn’t really tell you the whole truth…” You gripped your hands together to stop the light trembling and took another hefty breath.

“I was fresh out of culinary school when I got the job. Joyce’s fiancé actually got it for me, one of his co workers had recently widowed and he needed help with the meals for him and his daughter. They’re lawyers, so the pay was really good. My grandma was a bit sick at the time and we needed the money for her treatments. So I took the job.” Your breath seemed to thin out as the images formed in your head once again.

“Everything was fine for the first few months, y’know I just went in a couple days a week, meal prepped, left dinner then went home. I was the ghost that fed them.” You sneered, eyes fixed on your locked hands and only his bouncing thigh in your view.

“Then uh, the guy -Isaac– started showing up earlier. He would.. ask about my day and how my grandma was doing while I made dinner for him and his six year old. He even drove me home sometimes, when it was too late or too rainy to take the train. There was a hail storm, around June last year, that closed off everything and I couldn’t go home so he let me stay in the spare room. We got to talking and…” Your eyes wandered over his face for a fraction of a second, but it was enough to see how his jaw had locked tight and he held an inexpressive façade.

“Long story short, he was nice and I was young and stupidly naive, so we started dating. Everything was good for a couple months until… Turns out his wife wasn’t really dead - just… abroad.”

You finally had the courage to look up at him, slight surprise evident in his raised brows and he leaned back. then took one of his hands to rub around his mouth and chin.

“Shit…” He whispered.

“...Yeah. I, um, I was making dinner one night, some sort of celebration -I can’t really remember for what-, I wasn’t even supposed to be there, but I wanted to surprise him… and they just walked in, like nothing.” The image of your fingers began to blur together under the sheer coat of water covering your eyes. “Isaac told her I was just some girl he tried to help out, but that I became obsessed with him a-and that he had tried to fire me.”

The silence in the small room was deafening. Just your ragged breaths and his barely controlled ones.

“She slapped me. Called me a homewrecker and a whore. And threatened to call the cops on me if I didn’t leave immediately, so… I did.”

Carmy stayed silent, waiting for you to continue, but you needed to take a couple calming breaths before doing so. You hadn’t spoken about this with anyone outside your therapist and it was proving to be harder than you expected.

“He tried calling me weeks after. trying to apologize but I blocked his number and every other number he’s been using to call me since.”

Your shuddering breaths permeated in the small room, as you let him take in the information you had spilled all over the floor. Carmy’s eyes were on you, but looking through you, lost in thought.

“Is that why you reacted that way when Richie lied about Sugar?” You nodded slowly and something seemed to finally click behind his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” His voice was hoarse and barely controlled.

“I dunno…” You confessed in a breath. “I guess I was scared. I didn’t want you to think the worst of me. I think I’ve just grown so used to dealing with everything on my own that I didn’t want to be a burden to you…”

Carmy stood from his chair and crouched down beside you, hands holding both sides of your face and eyes glazed.

“Look at me-” He whispered and you did. “Please don’t do that shit, okay? Don’t hide from me and close yourself off- I hate that shit. You’ll never be a burden to me, alright? Not now, not ever.”

The guilt in your chest pulled once more and you felt your ribs concave with the pressure and force, a new batch of tears flooded your eyes that distorted the painful image of his saddened face.

“Is that why you’ve been acting so weird lately?” He asked.

You shook your head and bit your bottom lip with force.

“A month after that, my grandma got worse and I couldn’t find another job in the area. She- his wife- told all her friends that I tried to take her husband -which was complete bullshit- so no one would hire me. I was really depressed and it felt like everything was falling apart. I-”

Your chest shook again at the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to-“

“No, I do.” You argued, sniffing hard. “I-I used to drive Joshua’s car before. I… guess it was my car back then. One night, they called from the hospital to let us know she had passed. -I don’t know what happened- I just got so overwhelmed that I took the keys and ran out the house. I didn’t even bother to take my shoes…” You stuttered, rubbing the sweat from your hands on your jeans. “So I-I was driving barefoot and in shock and it had just snowed so the roads were slippery a-and I’ve never been the best driver-.” You were rambling, too scared to reach the part of your story that really mattered to him.

“I don’t really remember much of that, just… the loud crash and how my vision spotted for a few seconds.” Your brows were furrowed deep in a scowl, eyes fixed on the tattoo on his left bicep but not really there.

Carmy’s breath had caught in his throat as he hung on your every word.

“I c-crash… on one of the pillars of the state street bridge. But I wasn’t hurt, o-or at least I don’t remember feeling it. I just remember this… pain in my chest -like I had been stabbed- and the snow nipping at my feet when I got out the car.” You bit your tongue as you tried to continue. Like your body was stopping itself from speaking aloud.

You cleared your throat from the salty taste of iron. “I um… I remember standing in the middle of the bridge. For what felt like hours. Then the idea just popped into my head and it seemed like the most logical thing…” You whispered. “Like it would silence all my thoughts so I just… Fuck, I-I… climbed over the railings and almost threw myself into the water.” You struggled to say, no longer holding back the fresh batch that spilled from your eyes.

“That night on the bridge…um-” You couldn’t think of the right words to use, if there even were any to deliver such shattering information. “There was a man…” His eyes caught on yours and something inside them understood where you were headed, because his hands loosened their grip by your sides.

You shut your eyes hard, you couldn’t do it with his painful stare burning into you.

“I-It was Mikey, Carmy… who pulled me from the ledge. Before I could jump.”

Your cheeks felt cold as he pulled himself away. You opened your eyes to find his hardened gaze frozen on you and he shook his head slowly.

“W-what? No, no he-”

“I’m sorry Bear I-”

“You’re fuckin screwin’ with me, aren’t you?”

He stood to his full height and raked both his hands through his hair. You stayed seated, something about the situation made you feel like a scolded child.

“No! I swear I didn’t know it was him-” You rambled, unlocking yourself from your seated position and taking a step towards him.

“Bullshit!” He shouted, turning to you.

“It’s true!” You shouted back, your voice broke at the end from the force. “I found out from the pictures at your sister’s…”

His jaw was tense as he continued to shake his head. “No-no, that doesn’t make sense… Why would he save you then sho-” He stopped himself before the words even formed in his mouth.

“You think I would know?! It’s been eating me alive for weeks!”

His stare was hard and intense, it made you squirm under it for the longest minute, until he decided to speak.

“When?”

“January…” Your voice was barely a whisper.

“Did he… did he say somethin’ to you?”

“I cant-”

“What did he say?” He asked again with bared teeth.

“He said ‘You don’t want to do that’.” You answered defeated.

“What else?”

“T-that’s it…”

“Bullshit! What else?!”

“I’m telling you the truth!” You snapped. Angry tears rolled down your cheeks, but he didn’t seem to care.

“So, what?!You came lookin’ for me cause you owe him some kinda favor?! Are you just tryna pay it forward or some shit!?”

You stared at him bewildered, your chest ached from the lack of air and your ribs seemed to crack with his every word.

“What the hell would make you think that?!” You sneered back.

“Or did he tell you to come lookin’ for me?! Didn’t trust his stupid little brother to survive out in the world alone?!” His expression had grown somber towards you, the eyes you had grown to love now looked at you with nothing but uncontained rage.

“Carmy, I’ve been nothing but honest-”

“Oh that’s a load of crap and you know it!” Carmy mocked. “Were you planning on telling me? If it hadn’t been Mikey -if it was someone else who saw you that night- were you gonna tell me?”

Your eyes darted around the room, his gaze too intense to hold. You heard his kitchen shoes squeak as he took a step towards you and the dance felt all too familiar inside your mind.

He whispered your name, painful and slow. “Answer me, please.” He begged and you dragged your tear stained eyes to his bloodshot ones.

You shook your head slowly. He rubbed his hand over his mouth painfully hard and turned his back to you, sniffing loudly into the ceiling.

“Remember what you said to me, the first night you stayed over?” He asked, turning to you. “You said ‘you know I really care about you’ right? And you said that if whatever this was, was gonna work out, then we should tell each other this kinda stuff, even the ugly. You said that, okay? You.” He took a second to breathe, turning away from you again and taking his hand in his hair. “A-and now you’re telling me all this shit that you had to tell me only cause my brother’s the one that stopped you from-” Carmy stopped himself with a sharp intake.

“Go ahead.” You sneered. “Finish it.”

“Guess you were right. “ he said instead, Avoiding your eyes. “It only works out when we tell each other this kind of stuff.” You heard a crack deep inside your chest. “And we didn’t so…”

“Carmy, your not being fair-“

“No- you don’t get to say that, alright?!” He shouted, “Not when you ask me to be honest with you, but you can’t do the same with me!” Carmy took another step towards you and your reflexes made you take one back.

His shoulders fell slightly and his hardened eyes flickered around you for a few seconds before turning to the desk.

“I don’t have time for this crap…” He whispered with his attention heavy on the pile of unpaid accounts resting tauntingly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, though the answer you already knew.

“It means-” He sighed shakily. “God, y’know I…” His mouth pressed into a thin line while he argued with himself over what he could admit. “-I really fuckin’ love you.” Your brows raised in surprise and the words knocked out any trace of oxygen in your cells. “But I have too much on my back already to deal with this shit right now…”

You scanned the blurry floor, then the desk and even the ceiling, anything that could take your attention from the stabbing sensation that you knew too well in your chest. “Okay.” Is all you whispered.

“Everything’s shit and-”

“It’s fine.” You answered a bit more harshly than you intended. “I get it.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, doing your best to hold in all the pieces together, then walked past his defeated frame - avoiding any sort of contact. Before turning the corner, you stopped yourself, knowing the simple words would eat you from the inside if you didn’t let them out..

“If it's worth anything… I love you too.” You whispered and the tenseness of his back proved he heard you. “Just so you know…”

Your legs numbly carried you to your bag, then out the front door and with the last ounce of energy in you, you dialed the one person you trusted the most.

He picked up at the second ring. “What do you want?”

“Joshua, I’m at the restaurant. Can you please pick me up?” You whispered between tears.

“Shit-” You heard shuffling, the sound of keys then the slam of a door. “Y-yeah, yeah sure. You okay?”

“No…”

“Fuck, okay. I’ll be there in ten.” Your brother answered in a rush. “And Fox?”

“Yeah?”

“...Don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

A humorless laugh fell from your throat. “Okay.”

Chapter 11.

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tokusmuts · 7 months

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A forbidden love, with a new heart's desire!

P/s: This is the story which I was requested...from 2022, sorry @glaremeh for taking that much time to finally have a chance to write it, hope that your friend can still read it somehow!

Characters: Hidden Male Character x Nao Nagasawa

Words count: 4088

Categories: Oneshot, MILF, Riding, Cowgirl and Reverse Cowgirl, Blowjob, Breastfeeding.

Enjoy!

Summer has come; you don't know for anyone, but for yourself, this is a dream time, at least when you are still a student, like now, 18 years old, and have completed all the exams before entering university. learn. This is your last time as a teenager, and not only you but also your whole family want to enjoy this time as much as possible. With your dad rewarding himself with an expedition, you and your mom couldn't stand it, so you also organized a beach trip together. If it was just you and your mom on the trip, it would be very cozy, but that's when you realize your mom will bring her friends along. It was none other than Ms. Nao, who often came to her friend's house to play. Actually, you don't have any problem with her; she's even very nice to you, but she is a single mother. Although it was difficult for her not to bring her child along, you also didn't like that child. If only he had a part of his mother, that would be enough for you to fully enjoy this trip. But it's okay to have Ms. Nao here; at least you don't have to be a reluctant babysitter because there are two adults here to take turns looking after that annoying kid without you. After you have ignored the most annoying obstacle, the convoy has reached the beach. The feeling of wind and sun hitting your face really makes you want this trip to last all summer or even into your freshman year. After checking into the hotel, it was still extremely difficult for two families (or rather, two mothers and two children) to separate, especially given the story of the two parents. Fortunately, Ms. Nao finally ended the story with a closing sentence:

"Change quickly, and let's go to the beach, my friend! Remember to wear your bikini; we must have a lot of pictures then!"

Your mother also seemed interested in this, so she immediately agreed, probably to show it off to your father when she got home. But there's something else on your mind—you're about to see Ms. Nao in a bikini! You often hear that single mothers have amazing bodies, and in fact, your teenage years are the perfect opportunity to start absorbing a little bit of adult culture like this. And you’re starting to think that this trip is going to be even more interesting than you expected.

As you walked towards your rooms, you tried hard not to stare at Ms. Nao's ass swaying enticingly beneath her loose T-shirt and shorts. Once inside the room, you quickly changed into your own swimsuit, trying hard not to think about how close you were going to get to seeing her in hers soon. When everyone was dressed appropriately, you headed down to the beach together. The sun was already high up in the sky, casting its warm rays upon the sandy shoreline, creating a picture-perfect scene. Children ran around happily, building sandcastles, while their parents lounged lazily on colorful umbrellas.

As you settled onto your spot under one such umbrella, you couldn't help but notice how effortlessly Ms. Nao moved, every step seeming almost fluid as she adjusted her sunglasses and spread out her towel next to yours. Her figure was truly breathtaking, accentuated perfectly by her choice of attire: a skimpy orange two-piece suit that highlighted every curve and contour of her toned physique. Your eyes drifted downward involuntarily, taking in the tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. It wasn't easy, though; the sight of Ms. Nao adjusting her bikini straps, exposing more of her tanned skin, made it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.

“Wow, so what I often hear is true then, and it's even better!” - Finally, what you've heard about single mothers is proven at this moment.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over you. Yes, everything you heard about single mothers having amazing bodies was indeed true, and seeing Ms. Nao in person confirmed it beyond any doubt. As you watched her move gracefully across the sand, you found yourself mesmerized by the way her bikini clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Even though your mom was chatting animatedly nearby, your gaze kept drifting back to her friend.

It was clear that Ms. Nao noticed your attention, but instead of being embarrassed or uncomfortable, she seemed to embrace it. She flashed you a knowing smile, winking subtly as she picked up a volleyball and called out, "Come on, kids! Let's play!"

Embarrassment flooded through you at being caught staring, but you forced yourself to join in the game. It was strange, playing volleyball with your mother and her friend, but somehow, it felt right. Ms. Nao's laughter rang out freely, and her athleticism was evident as she dove for the ball and sent spikes flying across the net. Her breasts jiggled slightly within her top, and you could see her nipples hardening under the heat of the sun. Meanwhile, your mom played along, enjoying herself despite her obvious discomfort around Ms. Nao's flirtatious demeanor. However, you couldn't deny that there was something undeniably sexy about watching them both interact. The game continued for hours, and eventually, exhaustion caught up to everyone involved. Finally, they decided to call it quits and head back to their respective rooms to freshen up before lunch. But her body is starting to make you not stand for it anymore. And then, you wonder if you should do something risky or not. The thought of doing something risky crossed your mind, but you hesitated. What if things went wrong? What if Ms. Nao took offense? Despite these doubts, the urge to act on your desires grew stronger. The sun beating down on your skin, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, and the image of Ms. Nao in her bikini played through your thoughts relentlessly.

Finally, after some internal debate, you made up your mind. You approached Ms. Nao as she lay down on her towel, sipping coconut water and letting the sun kiss her bare skin. "Ms. Nao," you began hesitantly, "I just wanted to say... you look amazing today."

Her eyes widened slightly at your sudden boldness, but she recovered quickly. "Thank you," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. “And...uh, I got something more to say, but can we talk in a...more private place at, you know, this beach?” - Now that’s the risky thing you had to give it a chance to do.

Ms. Nao raised an eyebrow at your request for privacy, but she seemed intrigued rather than offended. She set down her coconut water and stood up, brushing sand from her bikini bottoms as she did so. "Alright, lead the way," she said with a playful glint in her eye.

You guided her away from the crowded area where families played and laughed, walking along the shoreline until you reached a secluded spot where tall grasses formed natural barriers. The wind carried the distant sound of laughter and splashing water, but it was quiet enough for you to speak without being overheard. Ms. Nao looked at you expectantly, waiting for whatever it was you wanted to discuss.

"Uh, so..." you stammered, feeling nervous under her gaze. "I've been thinking about what I said earlier. About how amazing you look in that bikini..." Your cheeks burned hot with embarrassment, but you pushed forward anyway. "Is there any chance...we could maybe see more?"

To your surprise, Ms. Nao chuckled softly. "You're quite direct, aren't you?" She asked teasingly

“I mean, I've heard many talks about how perfect single mothers are! And you're a single mom also, but through the years, I just saw you as a good guest in my family, especially for me. But today, there's something growing on me through all of our times together, and... Sorry if I was too bold, I cannot think about anything else then!” - you took a deep breath, showing everything you feel right now about her.

Ms. Nao studied your flushed face, taking in your honest confession. She seemed amused by your boldness but also appreciative of your sincerity. "Well, I suppose there's no harm in satisfying your curiosity," she murmured seductively, reaching behind her neck to untie the strings of her top.

With a flick of her wrist, she let the fabric fall away, revealing her incredible breasts - full, firm, and tanned to perfection. Your breath hitched at the sight, and your eyes devoured every detail. She leaned closer, allowing you to gently touch her soft skin. The sensation sent shivers down your spine as you realized what you were doing, yet you couldn't resist the temptation.

"Now, what about the rest?" Ms. Nao purred, unbuttoning her bikini bottoms slowly. As they slid down her hips, revealing her trimmed bush and slender legs, you gasped involuntarily. There was no denying it now: Ms. Nao was the embodiment of feminine beauty and confidence. You felt a surge of desire coursing through your veins, but also fear - this situation was risky and dangerous.

“This is...perfect, but why do you just deny all the men out there? Your body is just undeniable!” - you are stunned by your view right now, and it’s come with a long enough wonder as you ask her directly with trembles.

Ms. Nao smiled sadly, running her fingers through her hair as she stepped back into her bikini bottoms. "Life hasn't exactly been kind to me lately," she admitted softly. "After my divorce, I focused solely on raising my child. Men have come and gone, but none of them were worth my time or energy." She paused, looking directly into your eyes. "Until now."

Something shifted between you then - an understanding, a connection born from shared secrets and mutual attraction. You knew you shouldn't pursue this further, but you couldn't resist the pull either.

"What happens next is up to us," Ms. Nao whispered, stepping closer once more. "Are you sure you want to continue?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, and butterflies danced in your stomach. This was dangerous territory, yet the thrill of danger only fueled your desire. You nodded silently, unable to find words, as you reached for her again.

She sighed, leaning into your touch, her body responding eagerly to your tentative caresses. For a few stolen moments, you explored her lush curves, losing yourself in the warmth of her skin and the scent of saltwater mixed with her sunscreen. Time seemed to slow down as you lost yourself in the sensations, each touch igniting a fire within you both. It was clear that Ms. Nao was enjoying this as much as you were; her breaths became shallow, her moans barely audible above the sound of the waves.

“Ms. Nao...I'm…” “Shhh,...”

She whispered, placing a finger over your lips. "We need to keep this secret, alright? No one can ever know about us, understand?"

You nodded frantically, your mind racing with the implications of what you were doing. You couldn't believe this was actually happening - you were making love to your mom's best friend, right here on the beach!

Slowly, Ms. Nao led you back to your blanket, keeping her hand locked with yours as you walked. Once they were alone, she pulled you close, her lips crashing hungrily against yours. Their tongues tangled together in a passionate dance, their bodies melting into each other's embrace. Her breasts pressed against your chest, and her thigh rubbed against your crotch, causing a visible bulge in your swim trunks.

“This...is...amazing, Ms.Nao!” - You cannot complete your words normally, as she’s now controlling the kiss.

Ms. Nao smiled against your lips, her hands roaming over your back and pulling you even closer. "That's what I like to hear," she murmured, breaking away only long enough to catch her breath. "But remember, we can't let anyone find out about us. We're taking a huge risk here."

Despite the warning, you couldn't help but feel exhilarated by the taboo nature of your affair. Her words only served to heighten your arousal, making your erection strain against your swimsuit. Ms. Nao seemed to sense this, her hands sliding lower to grip your buttocks possessively.

"Let's go somewhere more private," she suggested, guiding you towards the hotel room. "There's so much more I want to show you."

You searched so much just to find this place, a private enough part of the beach, it seems like she still has some certain care of her own. But things are leading you to not move anywhere else anymore. “Please...this place is private enough, as my continuous refrain of not standing up towards you, Ms. Nao.” - you have no choice but to obey the action right away.

Ms. Nao hesitated for a moment, her eyes darkening with desire as she considered your request. "Very well," she whispered hoarsely, leading you behind the tall grasses once again. She pushed you down onto the sand, crawling on top of you and capturing your mouth in another searing kiss.

Your heart raced as she ground her hips against yours, her wetness seeping through your swimsuits and setting your blood ablaze. The feel of her naked body against yours was intoxicating, and you gripped her waist tightly, desperate for more contact.

"Do you want me, boy?" she growled, grinding harder against you. "Tell me how badly you need this."

“Yes, Ms. Nao, I want to make love with you, more than anything else.” - You knew you entered her world now, so following it is the best idea now.

A satisfied moan escaped her throat as she felt your eagerness. "Good boy," she praised, moving her hips in a slow, seductive motion that drove you wild. With a growl, she ripped off your swim trunks, freeing your throbbing member from its confines. Her eyes widened in surprise at the size of your cock, but instead of showing shock or disgust, she leaned forward, her tongue tracing the head of your cockhead.

"Mmmm...you've grown up nicely," she complimented, sucking greedily on the tip of your dick. Her tongue circled the head, teasing your sensitive spot before she engulfed the entire length of your shaft. You groaned loudly, your hips buckling involuntarily against her face.

“Oh my....fuck...you're so good at this, Ms. Nao!” - You cannot lie, and you know you have to express the feelings of her lips on your cock right now.

Ms. Nao grinned around your cock, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just wait until you taste me," she promised, releasing you from her mouth. She positioned herself over your erect penis, positioning the entrance to her pussy against your tip. "Ready?"

You nodded vigorously, your hands trembling as they rested on her hips. This was it - you were about to make love to the woman who had captured your attention since childhood.

With a gentle thrust, Ms. Nao impaled herself on your cock, her pussy enveloping your shaft completely. She cried out in pleasure, her eyes closing tight as she adjusted to your size. Slowly, she began to ride you, her breasts bouncing with each movement. The salty sea air filled your lungs as you both moved in perfect harmony, sweat glistening on both of your bodies.

As she rode you harder and faster, Ms. Nao reached down, massaging her clit rhythmically. Her moans echoed around the deserted beach, punctuating the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Your hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her flesh while she rode you relentlessly.

“Oh my, Ms. Nao... your body...is my view now...I cannot ask for something better than this!” - Regardless of the fact that you can't see anything other than her body, you enjoy it even more.

Ms. Nao's face twisted into a mask of ecstasy, her moans turning into pants as she neared her climax. "Look at me," she commanded hoarsely, her eyes locked on yours. "See what you're doing to me."

You complied, drinking in the sight of her riding you passionately. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her face flushed with passion, and her pussy clamped down on your cock in an attempt to milk every last drop of pleasure from the encounter. It was raw, primal, and utterly beautiful - everything you could have ever wished for.

"Cum for me, boy," she demanded, her voice thick with lust. "Make me feel how much you want me."

With those words, you lost control. Your hips bucked violently, driving deeper into her wet heat. She met each thrust with enthusiasm, her nails digging into your shoulders as she came hard, her orgasm shaking her entire frame.

Finally, you followed suit, filling her with your seed as she collapsed onto your chest, panting heavily. Together, you lay there on the sand, basking in the afterglow of your illicit tryst.

“This...this is my first time, Ms. Nao, and it's...amazing.” - A first time of everything, and that’s what a teenager like you should have, but your first time..is a bit different from others.

Ms. Nao propped herself up on her elbows, her breath hitching as she looked down at you. "My first time with someone this young," she mused, tracing her fingers lightly over your chest. "And on a beach, no less. Quite the memory to start with."

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "But don't worry, darling. Our secret is safe with me." She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. "We'll have many more adventures like this one, won't we?"

“Uhm…So, can we...get one more round? I just...want to receive all the stimulation that comes from you for a proper cum.” - Now that’s the adventure you want the most.

Ms. Nao giggled softly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Of course, my little pervert," she teased, rolling onto her side beside you. "I wouldn't dream of disappointing my newest fan."

She reached over and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen lotion from her bag, squirting some onto her palm. "Spread this on me, will you?" She handed it to you, her eyes filled with anticipation.

“Yes, as you wish, Ms. Nao” - You’re still a kid to her, so hearing commands is better than ignoring them, especially when you’re still in this lovemaking time with her.

You applied the sunscreen lotion generously, covering every inch of her body. As you did, Ms. Nao arched her back, purring at the sensation of your touch. When you reached her breasts, she moaned softly, her nipples hardening under your fingertips. She wriggled beneath your caress, clearly aroused by your attentions.

Once you'd finished, she sat up and took over, applying the lotion to your own body. Her hands lingered on your erect nipples, playing with them gently before moving lower. By the time she reached your cock, it was hard and ready once more.

"Perfect timing," she purred, straddling you again. This time, she took control, adjusting her position until she was sitting backward on your lap, facing away from you. Her pussy hovered just above your dick, teasing you cruelly.

"Enter me, baby," she instructed, turning her head to give you an inviting glance. "Fuck me hard."

“Yes, let's enjoy this view together, Ms. Nao!”

With a growl, you thrust forward, pushing inside her tight, wet channel. She gasped loudly, her body tightening around you as you claimed her. Your hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her steady as you picked up the pace. Slapping her ass cheeks rhythmically, you found your rhythm, pounding into her depths with ferocity.

In response, Ms. Nao moaned loudly, encouraging you on. Her breasts swayed enticingly, and her long black hair whipped wildly behind her head. Her moans turned into high-pitched gasps as you continued your relentless assault on her sensitive spots.

"So good, baby," she panted, her nails leaving trails of red marks on your back. "Take what you want."

Seeing her submit to your lustful appetite only served to fuel your desire further. You increased the speed and intensity of your thrusts, driving deeper and harder into her core. Both of you were lost in the primal pleasure of their illegal rendezvous, oblivious to the passing time and the potential consequences of their actions.

“Ms. Nao, I...cannot scream, but....can I...kiss you? I need...something....to replace my screams!” - The temptation is making you lose control again, and you definitely need something to keep this place private.

Without a word, Ms. Nao turned her head slightly, meeting your lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue darted into your mouth, dancing with yours in a frenzied tango. The salty taste of the ocean mingled with the sweetness of her lips, adding an extra dimension to the experience.

Her body shook around yours, her moans becoming more urgent as she neared her climax. "Soon, baby," she breathed against your mouth, her voice shaky. "So fucking soon."

Your own release was imminent, too. You grunted deeply, thrusting faster and harder, needing to feel her come undone around you. Finally, she cried out, her inner walls contracting violently, sending you over the edge.

Together, you collapsed onto the beach, your breathing ragged and your hearts pounding in sync. Despite the danger and secrecy surrounding your tryst, there was a certain freedom in this moment - two souls united by their mutual desires. But, after all of this, one more thing appeared in your head.

“Oh my, Ms. Nao, I cannot ask for anything more than this! But can I ask this?” - Even though you are scared a bit about asking it, you took a deep breath for a request. Ms. Nao chuckled softly, brushing your sweaty hair from your forehead. "What do you want, my little lover?" she asked playfully. "Anything is possible between us now."

“Uhm...basically, I filled you...without condoms, so...will there be a baby created by us?” - you asked with relentless trembles.

Ms. Nao's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself. "Don't worry," she reassured you, her hand squeezing yours comfortingly. "I'm on birth control. Besides, I haven't been with anyone else since my divorce, so the chances of getting pregnant are quite low."

Adding with a wink, "Plus, isn't having a baby with your mom's best friend... interesting?" She gave you a mischievous grin before leaning forward, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. Her teases finally defeat you, and she also makes you deny escaping from them. Yet, having a baby with your mom's best friend is the best off-script thing ever, isn’t it?

“So can I...taste your breasts? I don't want just our baby to have them...that is if we actually have a baby together then!” - Yeah, she and your baby are the only things in your head then.

Laughing softly, Ms. Nao rolled onto her back, offering her breasts to you. "Help yourself, my dear," she said teasingly. "You've certainly earned it."

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of yourself. Ms. Nao's eyes encouraged you, however, reminding you of the trust between you two. Gathering your courage, you leaned forward and took one of her nipples into your mouth, gently sucking and swirling your tongue around it. She moaned approvingly, her hands threading through your hair.

Switching sides, you repeated the process, giving equal attention to both breasts. They tasted divine, a mixture of seawater and lotion that made you crave more. Her nipples grew hard under your ministrations, standing proud against her skin.

When you finished, Ms. Nao reached down, stroking your hair affectionately. "Now that's what I call a proper reward," she said, her voice laced with satisfaction. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

“Yes, Ms. Nao...until I really get pregnant with you!” - Again, the baby.

Ms. Nao's laughter rang out across the empty beach, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, then," she replied, drawing you closer for another deep kiss. "We'll have to make sure we create a miracle."

After that day, things changed between you and Ms. Nao. There was newfound intimacy and understanding - a bond strengthened by secrets and shared experiences. Even though you knew it was wrong, you couldn't help but cherish these moments, hoping they would last forever.

And maybe, just maybe, someday you'd get your wish - a tiny human born from your illicit affair, filling the world with even more love and chaos.

#toku smuts #nao nagasawa #nagasawa nao #長澤奈央

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leaderpinhead · 8 months

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Cheka - Costume Catastrophe

Prompt: Partner Costumes

Cheka hated his costume.

Mama had said he looked handsome, and daddy had agreed when Cheka showed him. Baba gave him a bundle of extra leaves to attach to the hood of the costume. Kifaji had just started arguing with mama again about him going to daycare, so Cheka had taken mama’s phone and called Unca Leona to show him too.

Unca Leona laughed.

He laughed so hard, he dropped his phone so Cheka could see the flowery tree he was underneath. Ms. Yuu picked up the phone and cooed when Cheka sniffled. “Don’t listen to him, Cheka! I love the colorful mane you made. You’ll be the most handsome tree in the play!”

Cheka heard Unca Leona laughing even harder.

Cheka glared at his teacher now when she hovered over him. He actually liked her despite the fact she wouldn’t let him, Timmy, and Pupa climb the large rock on the playground. How were they supposed to know who was king of the rock if they weren’t allowed to climb it?

“Cheka, please.” Cheka’s eyes narrowed, and his ears twitched at the whine in her voice. Unca Leona had told him only the weak whined. A Kingscholar didn’t bow to the weak. “The play will start in ten minutes. Can you please put your costume on?”

Cheka huffed and stomped his foot. “No! I don’t wanna be a tree!”

“But you were excited when I gave you the part earlier this week.”

That was before Unca Leona laughed at him! If Unca Leona laughed, then it wasn’t cool! “I don’t wanna!”

His teacher sighed, but another teacher called her name. Cheka puffed his cheeks when she left him standing in the corner alone. Timmy and Pupa were already in their costumes and running around with the other kids. Cheka didn’t think it was fair. How come they got to be bugs, and he was a tree? How was a tree supposed to be so important for the savanna?

“Are you gonna pout the whole time or put your costume on?”

Cheka huffed at the little girl when she stepped into his corner. Cheka didn’t know who she was, so she must have been in one of the other daycare classes. She wore a brown sheet with a corded belt around her waist, and two sticks with tiny green leaves poked out from beneath the sheet. Her dark blond hair was tightly braided around her twitching ears, and her darker skin drew Cheka’s attention to her light blue eyes.

Cheka stared at her eyes. He had never seen eyes so blue. They looked like the two shiny shells he found on the beach when he’d gone to visit Unca Leona at school.

Her eyes narrowed but didn’t look any less bright. “Are you listening? Put your costume on.”

Cheka shook his head. His cheeks expanded. “I don’t wanna, and you can’t make me!”

The little girl looked as angry as mama did when she caught two lionesses fighting over a hunted wildebeest. She flung her sticks to the ground and snatched Cheka’s costume from the chair next to him. She bunched it up in her hands. “My nana came all this way to see me, and I'm not gonna let a spoiled brat ruin it!”

Cheka’s eyes widened when a few of the leaves Baba gave him crinkled to dust beneath her fingers. He lunged forward to save his costume. “Stop it! You’re breaking Baba’s leaves!”

The little girl’s eyes widened. Cheka yanked his costume out of her hands. A lot of the orange leaves he had glued to the hood of the brown sweater were broken. More pieces fell off when he shook the hood. It made his hood look less like a big lion’s mane and more like a wild dog with patches of mange.

His eyes stung, and he sniffled. The little girl took a step back. Cheka ignored her and laid the sweater flat on the chair. He gathered as many of the leaves from the floor and tried to stick them back to his hood. Cheka tucked his tail around his ankles when the leaves just crumbled more.

“I’m sorry...”

Cheka angrily rubbed his forearm across his eyes. He tried to give the girl the same kind of growl Unca Leona gave people when they said bad things about him and daddy, but it didn’t sound as mean. “Go ‘way! You’re a big meanie!”

The girl’s ears flattened against her braids, and her pretty blue eyes shimmered. Cheka didn’t care. He turned back to his costume and tried to stick the leaves to the hood again. How was he supposed to look like the handsome tree mama and Ms. Yuu said he was now?

“Move!”

Cheka yelped when he was shoved to the side. He angrily growled at the little girl. She ignored him and gripped a small tube between her hands. The top came off the tube with an audible pop! She wielded the purple glue stick like it was one of the spears the Lioness's Guard used. She stabbed it onto his hood with the same fierceness of one of those lionesses.

Cheka yelped and tried to grab her elbow. “What’re you doing? You’re gonna mess it up more!”

“I’m gonna save it!” Cheka blinked. The little girl swung her arm in a tight circle to get the glue everywhere. Her fierce blue eyes snapped to him. “Don’t just stand there. Give me all the leaves!”

Cheka gasped but did as she said. Daddy never hesitated to do what mama told him when she had the same tone. Even Unca Leona listened to Ms. Yuu when she ordered him around. He gathered the leaves that were the most whole and stuck them to the hood when she commanded him to.

The hood still looked really patchy when they finished. Cheka sniffled again. The little girl popped the top back onto the glue stick and ran to the other side of the classroom where the arts and crafts bins were. She returned quickly with scissors and thick orange construction paper. She shoved one pair of scissors into his hands along with half the paper. “Here! Cut them to look like leaves. Like this.”

Cheka followed the girl’s lead and slapped the crooked ovals onto the hood. She found a marker and added little lines on the paper to make them look more like leaves. It didn’t look as good as it had before with all the real leaves, but it didn’t look like a mangy wild dog either.

When they finished, Cheka took the sweater and pulled it over his head. The hood fit snug around his head. He turned to the girl and waited. She hummed. “Hold on.”

She ran across the room to dig through the arts and crafts bins again. She came back with a long length of twine, which she tied around his waist into a crooked bow. She smiled when she stepped back again. “There! Now we match.”

Cheka looked down at the twine. One of the paper leaves flopped onto his forehead. “Do trees wear rope?”

“Some do,” the girl said with confidence. She picked up the sticks she had abandoned on the floor and shook them at him. He realized the tiny green leaves were paper too. “The tree by my house has a rope. We made a swing with it and a tire!”

Cheka’s ears wiggled beneath his hood. “Really? That’s cool! I’m gonna ask daddy to make me a tire swing too!”

Cheka’s teacher appeared again before the girl could say anything. She put a hand on her chest. “Oh, thank the Seven! You’ve got your costume on now. Did Zahara help you? I’ve heard from your teacher you’re quite the helper. Now, come along children! All of your parents are eagerly waiting for your performance in the auditorium.”

Cheka perked. Daddy and mama said they would both be here to see him in the play. Unca Leona was even gonna watch through a video call! Knowing everyone was watching him made him sing extra loud and shake his leafy mane harder from his spot on the stage next to Zahara.

Later, he excitedly told his mama and Ms. Yuu, who had put Unca Leona in “timeout” for laughing too much, all about Zahara fixing his costume and her pretty blue eyes.

#twisted wonderland #twst #original characters #cheka kingscholar #he is a precious bean #and i will protect him always #february ficlet challenge

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princessbrunette · 8 months

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hi! i was looking through a post u made ab lana del rey, and i was wondering, what other artists do u listen to? love u sm!

- 🥀 anon <3

mazzy star (fav), deftones, fiona apple, tame impala, the smashing pumpkins, flo milli, meg thee stallion, radiohead, clairo, ethel cain, jhené aiko, frank ocean, summer walker, arctic monkeys, the cranberries, frank sinatra, sza, rainbow kitten surprise, tv girl, the smiths, pinkpantheress, flo, the internet, partynextdoor, the nbhd, chase atlantic, bryson tiller, ms lauryn hill, erykah badu, solange, snoh allegra, blood orange, alicia keys, her’s, depeche mode, pearly drops, fleetwood mac, n.e.r.d, outkast, beach house, goldlink, cults, earl sweatshirt

that covers some of it 😭

#🥀 anon #ily too!

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aloysiavirgata · 1 year

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Dear Ms AV, a prompt for you: woodsmoke, theatre, crossword.

Ponies on the beach, he still can’t believe it. Ponies. On the beach. The ponies on Assateague are largely indifferent to human existence, but he’s absolutely charmed nonetheless.

They sit bundled beside the fire ring with foil-wrapped potatoes tucked into the hot ashes. The air is salty from the ocean, bitter and cozy with woodsmoke. A primal stir in him wants to dive into the cold green waves of the Atlantic, even in October. He thinks something in the captain’s daughter, in William’s mother, might follow him down and so he stops thinking about it.

Scully, as though in tune with his discomfort, looks up from her book of crosswords that they bought in a Royal Farms outside of DC. “NFL team nicknamed Big Blue, eight letters. Third letter G.”

He considers. “Mmmm…NY Giants, no spaces?”

She scratches with her pencil. “It fits!”

“Obviously. Hey, tell me about the ponies again.”

Scully shakes her head in weary amusement. “I told you the whole story on the drive down!”

“Doesn’t matter. You tell it well.”

She preens a little. “Well, I did see the play about fourteen times at the community theater. My parents took us to Pony Penning one year. It was incredible but completely overwhelming.”

He smiles fondly, sadly at her. Doesn’t promise they’ll buy William a pony one day, when he figures out how to fix this. “Tell me the story,” he says.

Scully cuddles down into her thick coat, drinks deeply from her mug. Her eyes are faraway, watching a long-ago Spanish shipwreck, watching horses splash ashore. He is lulled by her sandalwood voice.

The waves crash endlessly into the sand, the shaggy ponies bunched and snuffling the rich, cold sea air. The orange and purple sunset has been tamed down to navy, little stars peeping out. He knows they’re just old light but he wishes upon one anyway, would settle to have her fairly happy again.

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #my fic #prompt #MSR #on the run

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 7 months

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You turned our song down, baby, what for? You had lit candles on the dashboard Red roses growing out of the door Wanna say something you never said before

We were driving down Sunset You know I love fast cars Passed by where we first met Damn, we made it so far

Red eyes from the red light And that just set the mood You say you’re obsessed with me So I took a second …and I said me too

I’m obsessed with me as much as you Say you’d die for me, I’d die for me too And if I lost you, I’d still have me, I can’t lose When you say that you’re obsessed with me, me too

I did my hair like waves on the beach This dress so tight you can’t even speak My heels so high I might get a nose bleed Music’s so loud, but I hear your heartbeat

We were driving down Sunset You know I love fast cars Passed by where we first met Damn, we made it so far

Red eyes from the red light And that just set the mood You say you’re obsessed with me So I took a second …and I said me too

I’m obsessed with me as much as you Say you’d die for me, I’d die for me too And if I lost you, I’d still have me, I can’t lose When you say that you're obsessed with me, me too

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HIIIII SORRY GOTTA CRAM IN A COUPLE LAST MINUTE SUBMISSIONS BEFORE THE END OF FEMSLASH FEBRUARY

Okay, but tbh!!! I pair this song with YasMoon because of course I do, I pair everything with YasMoon, but it could easily work for S1 Yasmine x Anyone. That girl's egotism was absolutely UNMATCHED.

This song is honestly so perfect for S1 YasMoon at its most absolutely, shamelessly, rancidly toxic, and I am feral about it. Like, Moon practically worshiped the ground Yasmine walked on--to the point she just kept doing shit she was clearly uncomfortable with to please her girlfriend best friend. Like she laughed at all Yasmine's mean jokes, even though we know Moon isn't really a mean-spirited person! She let Yasmine boot Sam out of their clique (AND her fancy red Mercedes-Benz!), even though she would've readily taken Sam back if she apologized! She sat by Yasmine and watched their ex-friend get slut-shamed by the entire cafeteria, even though she clearly disapproved! Idk, sure sounds like someone's a little bit obsessed with impressing Ms. Off-Brand Regina George. But what do I know 💅

Also, yes, I absolutely believe these girls spent their off-screen time in Season 1 going on joyrides down Sunset Boulevard, blasting every generic pop-rock song they can get their manicured hands on, wearing stilettos and slutty dresses to get one another hot and bothered, gifting each other rose bouquets, having blatant fire hazards in their cars for the "sultry vibes," and fucking nasty in the most secluded corners of Encino. Both the back of that Range Rover and the back of that Benz have seem some action, I'm sure 👀

ALSO "You know I love fast cars" dying because Yasmine canonically does??? She loves cars so fast that they ram into the prized Pontiac Firebirds of jaded, ex-karate-champion alcoholics and bash them up so bad that said alcoholics have to get towed to their ex-karate-rival's car dealership and end up restarting an evil snake dojo out of spite. Was it worth it, Yas??? Was your love of fast cars worth kick-starting a martial arts war for the soul of the San Fernando Valley???

Kind of really like how this moodboard came out D: The scarlet, orange, yellow-blonde, and Slutty Pink™️combination goes so hard for them, imo. Also matches up with the colors these lesbians loves to wear, so!!! Yasmine and Moon love their oranges and reds and pinks 🧡❤️🩷 Coincidentally, a couple of those colors feature prominently in a certain flag...

YASMOON TAG LIST LET'S GOOOOO @multifandom-lesbian09 @karatecaulfield @themasterusersblog @ficusin @gemini-sensei @elisiassideb1tch

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request! Hopefully more YasMoon soon to come ❤️❤️❤️

#yasmoon #yasmine x moon #moon x yasmine #aesthetic #moodboard #yasmine cobra kai #moon cobra kai #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #femslash #femslash february #femslashfeb2024 #wlw #sapphic #lesbian

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I dunno, it always felt like you were Ms. Frizzle on the Magic School Bus and Liv, just wanting a nice picnic, or beach episode in this case, was that orange guy going "please let this be a normal field trip." Now I saw that and was like "surely there's no way they mean" bc I was thinking of med terminology, and then "heart" and well. "......surely they apparently DO mean." Most angst I can offer to you gremlins is uh, Wukong turning back into a Stone Monkey by the end of the show ^_^ and they place his statue alongside the ones of his old companions.

Oh my GOD being compared to ms. Frizzle is a goddamn HONOR. Yes. Yes I would say that’s accurate wouldn’t you @botanicallyinclinednerd ?

AND YEAH!! IMAGINE HOW I FELT!! There I was, just trying to whomp my boy, and Liv pulls out a goddamn bypass machine

And 👀👀👀👀👀👀 oh delicious angst

#Liv a little #lmk asks #Faye answers

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[18+] Bits n’ Pieces #1

Bits n’ Pieces is a compilation of stories with no chronological order that follows certain events in the lives of Lapis Lazuli and Peridot in an alternative universe where Gems are humans.

(Warning: the following story contains sensitive topics, so be warned!

Jaspis shippers be warned: you guys won't like what I have wrote lol)

In a party room in Beach City, Steven Universe was celebrating his 18th birthday with his friends and family, and our protagonists Lapis and Peridot arrived together a little late. Upon arriving, they were well received by their colleagues Pearl, Garnet, Amethyst and Bismuth. Peridot couldn't contain her excitement at seeing Amethyst again after some time without seeing her best childhood friend and they started chatting, meanwhile Lapis talked to the others and asked them about Steven, then Pearl, Garnet and Bismuth told Lapis where to find Steven, so Lapis told Peridot to go meet Steven, and despite the good conversation, Peridot agrees and the two say goodbye to their friends for now and go out to congratulate the birthday boy.

As they walked around the room, both observed the people around them, some they knew and others they didn't, they were surprised that, despite his age, Steven was a very popular boy. Upon finding Steven, the two wished him a happy birthday and gave him a gift that the two had bought together. Steven thanked them for coming and was very grateful for the gift and invited the two to enjoy the party as much as they wanted and as long as they wanted, and while the boy spoke, Lapis looked to the side and saw a tall and strong figure with long orange hair and the moment she recognized her, the same figure looked back at Lapis with a look of astonishment and confusion, Lapis at that moment was overcome by a feeling of tension and nervousness, and Steven realized that there was something wrong with her and, when looking in the direction he was looking, he understood everything.

I saw that you noticed Jasper's presence here, right Lapis? - Steven said, visibly embarrassed.

Jasper's here? - Peridot asked in surprise.

Steven, sorry to ask but why was she invited? - Lapis asked a little frustrated

I know what happened between you and her in the past and I wouldn't have invited her if she hadn't changed, I talked to her recently and she has been seeking help and it seems to me that she has changed a lot, in one of our conversations I ended up mentioning that my birthday was coming up, and as she had been quite friendly and kind, naturally I invited her to come. I'm sorry for the discomfort, if I can do anything...

Before Steven finished speaking, Lapis interrupted him by placing her hand on his shoulder.

No need to worry Steven, it's okay, today is your birthday and I don't want to ruin it. If you say she has changed, I believe you! - Lapis said, confident in her words.

And don't forget that I'm here as Ms. Lazuli's private security guard here. - Peridot said with a comedic tone, making everyone laugh.

Ok, ok, then I'll go, there are more people arriving and I want to make sure that whoever arrives feels comfortable. Lapis, if you have any problems, please let me know or let Pearl, Garnet, Amethyst, and Bismuth know.

After Steven walked away, Lapis let out a big sigh.

Peridot, I want to go to the terrace and see the landscape, the night is beautiful today and you know that I don't feel comfortable in spaces with a lot of people around. Why don't you spend some time with Amethyst, it's been a while since you don't see each other right?

But Lapis, are you sure you want to be alone? - Peridot said worriedly, she made a gesture of covering her face and whispered.

Even more so knowing that Jasper is here?

You can rest assured Peridot, I can take care of myself, and Jasper wouldn't have the nerve to appear in front of me, right? - Lapis said in order to reassure Peridot.

Okay, but come back soon, you hear? If not I'm going to have to pick you up, whether you like it or not, don't forget that I'm secretly your private security - Peridot winks with one eye, Lapis laughs

Don't brag about that or I'll fire you, huh! Now go talk to Amethyst, I won't take long.

So Peridot goes in search of Amethyst while Lapis continues on her way to the terrace, she looks around on her way to the terrace and doesn't find Jasper, leaving her more relieved. When she gets close to the terrace, she finds Pearl.

Hi Pearl, do you have a cigarette?

Oh hi... are you sure Lapis? Didn't you say you had stopped smoking? I don't think this is a good idea... is everything okay? - Said Pearl, confused and worried.

Don't worry Pearl, it'll be just one and... I recently started smoking again, so there's no way you can ruin me since I'm not clean. - Lapis says anxiously, because she knows it's a lie.

I'm sorry, but no, I won't do that! - Said Pearl confidently

Come on Pearl, please, you've never refused before, what do you want, for me to get on my knees begging? Come on, it's just one and I'll never ask you again!! - Lapis begged to Pearl.

Hunf… okay, take one, but this is the last time you hear me? And honestly, I'm disappointed, I was confident that you would stop with it for good, and for a moment, I believed it. I know I'm not the best example, but I don't see myself leaving rock bottom anytime soon... - Pearl said with deep remorse.

Don't be so hard on yourself, I know you'll get over this one day... - Lapis said with her hand on Pearl's left shoulder

You can go, isn't it the terrace where you're going to? - Pearl said, upset, crossing her arms.

Lapis walked towards the terrace with her head down, but for a moment she stopped, turned around and shouted

PEARL, can I borrow the lighter?

After Pearl, visibly uncomfortable, lends her the lighter, Lapis finally arrives on the terrace and as expected, the night was beautiful with the starry sky and the full moon illuminating the city. She turns on the lighter and before lighting the cigarette, she hesitates for a moment, she sighs and lights the cigarette in her mouth and starts to smoke.

A few minutes passed and Lapis remains on the terrace, alone with only her thoughts and her cigarette, which was almost finished, until someone arrives at the place. Lapis hears doors opening, and despite wanting to be wrong, she has a clear idea of who it is.

Lapis!? - An imposing voice flew into the space, and Lapis, uncomfortable and slightly irritated, responded.

What do you want, Jasper? - Lapis says with a melancholic tone, keeping her eyes on the stars

How long has it been, I mean, I know you've been avoiding me, you've never answered me on the phone or responded to any of my messages since that day... - Jasper said, approaching Lapis

Really, have you ever asked yourself why? - Lapis responds with a mocking tone

Look, I know you're mad at me and I think it's understandable after everything that happened, that's why I came here to look up for you. - Jasper said, already next to Lapis

Did you come to Steven's birthday party just for this? There was nothing better to do? - Lapis takes one last drag before throwing and stepping on the cigarette.

It wasn't just because of that, I like the boy and would come anyway, but yes, I also expected to find you here. By the way, you're still smoking, I heard you have stopped smoking.

Yes… I have stopped. - Lapis looks at Jasper with disgust, Jasper was overcome by a feeling of guilt.

I'm sorry Lapis, I'm really sorry, for everything I did to you, I was a terrible girlfriend to you and what you said to me that day got stuck in my mind for days, I've never felt so bad... - Jasper spoke with regret in her words, and Lapis heard her while staring straight ahead.

I have sought psychological help to deal with my anger disorders since then. I have been attending consultations for almost a year and I feel that my temperament is much better. Everything I did since then I did with the thought about the possibility of you forgiving me.

Lapis thought about everything Jasper had said, and amid conflicting thoughts, she looked at Jasper again.

I... I'm glad to know, Jasper, I'm happy for you... - Jasper for a moment opens a small smile

But I don't know if I can forgive you, a lot of shit has happened in my life since that day too. Every time I think about it... It's like a wound that never heals... I'm sorry.

After Lapis finishes her speech, she looks away melancholic, leaving Jasper out of her field of vision. Jasper was negatively surprised by the outcome, so much so that she stood still for a few seconds processing what had happened and when she realized it, she held Lapis' hand and knelt down.

What are you doing? - Lapis asked, surprised by what was happening.

Please Lapis, forgive me, you don't understand, I went through all this for you, you are the reason I still have the strength to fight, please don't do this to me. - Jasper was begging with the look of pity that penetrated Lapis' guilty eyes.

Jasper, I don't... - Before finishing, Jasper stands up.

Please Lapis, come back to me, that's all I want, and I know you want it too, think about it, you love me!! - Jasper held Lapis' hands tighter and tighter.

Let go of me... you're wrong about me - Lapis said, trying to free herself from Jasper with a look of astonishment.

At that moment, Peridot arrives at the scene and sees the situation, she runs towards the two and pulls Lapis' arms with all her strength, managing to separate the two.

Who do you think you are, shorty? You have nothing to do with this! - Jasper said, angry with Peridot.

For your knowledge, tough clown, I'm her girlfriend, and I won't let you touch her again, do you understand? - Peridot says furiously.

Is this true Lapis? Haha, this has to be a joke, a runt like that thinks she scares me... - Jasper increasingly approached Peridot with a violent look.

Lapis, in disbelief at what was happening and afraid of something happening to Peridot, decides to put an end to the discussion.

STOP! - Lapis shouts, at the same time they both looked at her.

Peridot, move away - Lapis said approaching Jasper, Peridot doesn't move but Lapis pushes her back and comes face to face with Jasper.

Don't you dare lay a finger on her! I hope to never see your face again, do you hear me? Get out of here, get out of her life, GET OUT OF MY LIFE, do you understand? If I happen to see you one more time, I SWEAR that I will finally report you for sexually abusing me back then, are we understood? Now get out of here, I don't care where you go, you're dead to me from today onwards...

After Lapis finished speaking, she felt her heart tighten intensely, she turned around with the aim of not looking at Jasper again, who was stunned by Lapis' words, with her head down, Jasper went to the terrace door, opened it and just as she was leaving, she spoke.

Lapis, I…

And before finishing any thought, Peridot closes the door tightly. After the door slams shut, Lapis falls to her knees in tears, tears falling in painful screams. Peridot ran over to comfort Lapis, she sat up and hugged her.

It's okay Lapis, it's okay, everything is going to be okay…

---------------------The End---------------------

Few..., this is a lot, right? If you read the entire thing, thank you so much, hope you enjoyed the reading! As it said in the beginning, this will be a series of different stories exploring mainly Lapis and Peridot in my human AU, so I might post others stories soon, who knows ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

I'm planning to transform this into a comic, but I don't know when I'll do it or if I can do it honestly.

Well, Thanks again!!

#lapidot #peridot #su peridot #lapis lazuli #su lapis #steven universe #fanfic #fanfiction #human au #alternate universe #embarrassed i came back into writing fanfics lol

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Marcia Valibus by Bunny Yeager 1954

Ms Marcia Valibus's Various Titles: Kiwanis Queen '56 Tempo Cover Girl '56 Miss Miami Beach '56 University of Miami Homecoming Queen '57 Orange Bowl Queen '58 Miss Florida '58 1st Runner-up Miss USA, 1958

#Marcia Valibus #Bunny Yeager #Pin-Up #1950's

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MOVIES WITH MEN IN UNDERWEAR (This is outdated- website shutdown early 2000’s)

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982) Ten year old Henry Thomas in long underwear with no shirt. Calls 14 year old brother "penis breath".

Early Bird, The (1965) Slapstick comedy starring Norman Wisdom. Businessman determined to make a tricky golf shot up an oak tree ends up hanging upside down and falling out of the tree, and of his trousers, when his suspender buttons give way. Enraged, in his striped shorts, he chases Norman Wisdom across the golf course. Near the end of the movie, Wisdom steals the fire chief's uniform in his campaign of destruction. The fireman climbs out of the lift shaft in his white T-shirt and boxer shorts, only to be doused with water.

Early Frost, An (1985) (TV) Aidan Quinn and boyfriend in boxer shorts.

Earth Girls are Easy (1989) Sci-fi comedy. Geena Davis throws her cheating fiancé out of the house in his surgical mask, stethoscope and boxer shorts.

East Is East (1999) Comedy-drama. A young Anglo-Asian guy is seen for a second dancing in his bedroom in his green print Y-fronts.

Echoes in the Darkness (1987) (TV) Good scene with Robert Loggia stripping in his office wearing white T-shirt and white briefs.

Electra Glide in Blue (1973) Robert Blake. One scene exercising in white briefs. Another getting all dressed up in Dallas Duds and forgetting pants.

Elmer Gantry (1960) Burt Lancaster, in his Oscar winning performance, has a scene in turn of the century ‘drawers’.

Emerald Forest, The (1985) Blonde Charlie Boorman as a white boy raised by natives and wearing just loincloths throughout the movie.

Endless Love The main actor screws with his girlfriend in white jockeys (kinda dark though).

Enemy of the State (1998) Action thriller. Pursued by intelligence agents who have hidden tracking devices in his clothes, Will Smith has to strip to his white undershirt and pale-striped boxers and run through the streets to escape.

Escape Artist, The (1982) Griffin O’Neal as a 14 year old boy in chains and boxer shorts.

Evening Star, The (1996) There's a great scene of Scott Wolf in tighty whities.

Everybody Does It (1949) Paul Douglas in white boxers and garters can’t find a place to change into his trousers, as his wife: Celeste Holmes, has invited all her women friends over to hear her sing.

Exit to Eden (1994) The very beginning has a young boy being spanked by his mother in his underpants. A very short scene. The movie also has lots of people walking around in gold thongs, which aren’t quite underwear, but might be worth mentioning.

Eye for an Eye (1996) Revenge thriller. Ed Harris in his boxers in a couple of domestic scenes.

Eyes Wide Shut (1999) Tom Cruise and Ms. Kidman play out a long, marijuana-laced argument in their underwear.

F/X (1986) Bryan Brown under fire and crawling around his apt. in white briefs ... extended scene.

Fábula de la Bella Palomera (1988) (Fable of the Beautiful Pigeon Fancier) "It is Orestes' exquisite absurdity that engages us, his preposterous dignity while tumbling trouserless out of a mistress' window..."

Fabulous Baker Boys, The (1989) Beau Bridges is caught in the hallway of his hotel in dark printed boxers, while Michelle Pfeiffer looks on and comments.

Face in the Crowd, A (1957) Scenes of Andy Griffith in white boxers and A-shirt.

Fallen Angel 13 year old boy is star of kiddy porn movies, in boxer shorts on set, no shirt.

"Fallen Angels" (1993) [TV-Series], episode "Red Wind" One-hour TV adaptation of a short story by Raymond Chandler. Private eye Phillip Marlowe (Danny Glover) is on the beach at night with his blonde client. When she invites him for a swim, he strips to his underwear, hesitating to put down his gun. He should have followed his cautious instinct, because when he comes out of the sea in just his wet orange print boxer shorts, he's at a disadvantage. But it's a beautiful sight.

Family Man, The (2000) Romantic comedy starring Nicholas Cage. Near beginning of movie he makes two or three short appearances wearing black Calvin Klein briefs, and a few minutes later he is seen wearing a pair of plaid boxer shorts.

Fandango (1985) Kevin Costner

Fargo (1996) Crime drama/black comedy. One guy gets beaten up in a corridor in his white T-shirt and print boxers. At the end of the film, one of the protagonists is arrested, struggling as he's handcuffed face-down on the bed in his white T-shirt, dark socks and pale blue boxers.

Fast Talking (1984) Young looking 15 year old boy strokes a wooden penis in shop class. Later is forced by principal to strip to underwear.

Fat City (1972) Good scene. Stacy Keach sleeping in green shirt and ratty white Y-fronts. He walks around his apartment a bit.

Fatal Attraction (1987) The opening scene, with Michael Douglas sitting in the couch reading his appointment book or sth like that while waiting for Anne Archer (who played his wife) to get dressed early in the morning. He was wearing a pair of white classic brief but the white dress shirt he was also wearing cover part of the underpants. There was also one more scene, He was making love with Glenn Close stripping off each other’s clothes.

Fatal Instinct (1993) Armand Assante appears in printed boxers in two scenes in this spy-flick spoof.

Father of the Bride (1950) Spencer Tracy has a nightmare where he walks down the church aisle and loses his pants (white boxers) before the entire congregation.

Fatty's Magic Pants (Fatty's Suitless Day) (1914) "Have you ever gone to a fancy dress ball and had your trousers suddenly vanish? Fatty Arbuckle has. What will happen as the evening progresses? Will more articles of his clothing disappear?"

Fear of a Black Hat (1993) Comedy. Rusty Cundieff and others in boxer shorts; includes a scene where disarming for a fight goes as far as stripping to underwear!

Female Trouble (1975) Divine (as a man) wearing classic whites (with skid marks).

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986) Swimming pool scene with Ferris (Matthew Broderick) and his friend in boxer shorts (wet).

Fierce Creatures (1997) Comedy. Kevin Kline running around in his black boxer briefs, and John Cleese in shirt, tie and striped boxers.

Fight Club (1999) Drama. "We twice see a man's bare butt in a black and white advertisement (as well as another man in small and tightfitting underwear)".

Fightin' Fools (1941) "While the Our Gang kids are enjoying the local swimming hole, a rival group ties all their clothes in knots. Our Gang challenges the meanies, and the two sides have a military-style battle using fruits and vegetables for ammunition."

Final Exam (1981) Horror flick. Frat guy gets stripped to briefs.

Finders Keepers (1984) Micheal O’Keefe gets caught in the bathtub with some other man’s wife - and escapes wearing only his boxer shorts. A long chase scene entails.

Fine Madness, A (1966) Sean Connery bums around his apartment in his boxers.

Fire with Fire (1985) Story of a young guy sent to a juvenile detention camp. Nice scene, about halfway through, of the guys in the bunkhouse roused from bed for a late-night inspection. Several cute young guys in jockeys or boxers, including Craig Sheffer.

Fire! Trapped on the 37th Floor (1991) (TV) Scene with three fire-fighters getting out of bed in jockeys (one white, one red, one black) and one tee-shirts.

First Power, The (1990) Twenty-five minutes into the film: Lou Diamond Phillips quickly puts jeans on over white briefs; he then walks around room wearing only jeans with waistband of briefs showing.

First Strike (1996) Humorous actioner with Jackie Chan, including a scene where he's stripped naked at gunpoint. "One of the funniest scenes is Jackie singing 'I Will Follow Him' accompanied by a strip tease"; "I was going to say 4.5 stars, but then I thought about Jackie walking around in that hysterical polar bear hat and the koala underwear...5 stars all the way!"

First-Time Felon (1997) (TV) Boot-camp drama. Omap Epps and other prisoners being inducted into a prison, lined up in white T-shirts and boxers.

Fish Called Wanda, A (1988) John Cleese does what he thinks is a private sexy strip tease down to his bikini briefs and then some, and finds he is being watched by an entire family who are somewhat shocked by the sight of him.

Fisher King, The (1991) Robin Williams and Jeff Bridges are in Central Park at night and Robin Williams is dragging his butt across the ground nude like a dog saying "Do you know why dogs do this? Because it feels SOOO good!!" Absolutely hilarious!!

Five Easy Pieces Don’t remember scene, though definitely has underwear scene

Flashfire (1993) Action. Tom Mason is killed early on, shot dead in his white undershirt and dark print boxers.

Fled (1996) Action. The heroes visit (surprise!) a plush massage parlor, where they're greeted by a most attractive black man in a black robe and white boxer briefs. Cue another shootout and the guy is quickly killed. Such a shame.

Flesh 1995 - A Male Sexorama of Tomorrow (XXX) A rather stupid story (as in most pornos): after some nuclear accident sex for pleasure is forbidden and only allowed for public TV. This gives rise to some beautiful hunks to appear on stage in different types of underwear (thongs, jock-straps, briefs, and boxers). After getting hard in them there are various scenes of sexual pleasure (really hot, especially because of the underwear playing an important role). This finally ends up in a hot j/o session among 5 guys (this time without underwear). Copyright 1990 by Videorama.

Fleshtone (1994) Martin Kemp on the phone in his white underwear.

Flirting with Disaster (1996) Ben Stiller has a lot of scenes in his boxer shorts - including a running joke where he’s constantly taking his pants on and off.

Flying Down to Rio (1933) Gene Raymond rhapsodizes about Delores Del Rio in his hotel room, dressed in white yoke-front boxer shorts.

For Love of the Game (1999) Drama/romance. "We briefly see the back of Billy's (Kevin Costner's) underwear as he gets undressed while preparing for the game".

For Love or Money (1993) Comedy. Michael J. Fox in his underwear at one point; dark boxers.

For Your Eyes Only (1981) Action. James Bond and team attack a mountain hideout at the end of the film. Some guards are caught asleep, and are glimpsed getting out of bed in their assorted underwear.

Forces of Nature (1999) Romantic comedy. Needing cash, Ben Affleck reluctantly has to strip in a gay bar, and is highly embarrassed when Sandra Bullock suddenly pulls his trousers down, revealing his boxer shorts to an enthusiastic audience.

Foreign Correspondent (1940) Joel MacCrae in hotel room in bathrobe. Two toughs come in to get him. He goes into bathroom and out hotel window. On ledge, robe blows open revealing him in A-shirt, white boxers, with shoes, socks and garters. Long scene as he escapes and climbs through a window only to be where a party is going on in his underwear.

Forrest Gump (1994) Tom Hanks and friend ‘Bubba’ (Mykelti Williamson) are in their military white boxers and T-shirts, as they clean the barracks floor - talking about shrimp.

Fortress (1993) Violent, futurist prison-escape drama. Christopher Lambert movie with lots of prisoners in black underwear (including a few on the toilet).

Fortress (USA Movie) In the middle, the actors and actresses strip down to their underwear and swim out of a cave. Don’t know the people, though.

Fortune and Men’s Eyes Hot scene of guys in classic white briefs.

Fortune, The (1975) Warren Beatty and Jack Nicholson drop their trousers for Stockard Channing in this 1920’s era comedy, revealing white full-cut boxers and garters.

Forty-Ninth Parallel (1941) Wartime drama. Fugitive German sailors stand and salute in their shirts and undershorts before getting into bed. In an escape bid at the end, they steal an old railroad guard’s uniform.

Foul Play (1978) Dudley Moore believes he is very sexy in full-cut printed boxer shorts covered in red hearts.

Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994) Romantic comedy. Hugh Grant momentarily seen in his white shirt and pale blue boxers in one scene; blue T-shirt, striped boxers in another.

Fourth Man, The (1983?) A gay Dutch man obsessed with another younger man, spies on him - and follows him throughout the Netherlands. White European briefs on one man, as he ‘massages’ himself. Red bikini briefs on the younger man, in a fantasy sequence where the obsessed man pictures the younger man on an erotic crucifix, where he slowly and sensuously pulls the red bikini briefs off the younger man inside a Dutch church.

Foxy Brown (1974) Action. A judge ends up humiliated in a public hallway without his pants. A gang leader is stripped for mutilation (who makes this stuff?!).

Fraternity Row (1977) Lots of guys (including Gregory Harrison) being hazed in briefs. LONG scene at end of movie.

Freejack (1992) Pretty short (yet nice) scene towards beginning of movie with Rene Russo waking Emilio Estevez outta bed. Emilio laying down and walking around in gray Jockeys. Nice shots, but look fast.

Freeway (1988) Ball-exploding scene has beefy James Russo getting out of bed in white jockey shorts and grey T-shirt.

French Kiss (1995) Kevin Kline in his underwear in the hotel room when he sleeps on the couch.

Friday (1995) Comedy. Two short but good scenes: Drug-confused Chris Tucker running down the street in his white undershirt and briefs, pursued by his friends in a car; and Bernie Mac, chased by jealous husband, running to his car in his white undershirt and red briefs.

Friday the 13th (in some parts) There are some scenes where young men in briefs were killed.

From This Day Forward (1946) Mark Stevens in white boxers and A-shirt, has a marital quarrel with Joan Fontaine.

Full Metal Jacket (1987) For those with boxer fetishes.

Full Monty, The (1997) The hit comedy about a bunch of unemployed guys who become strippers.

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Idea time:

So, I was reading this fic (it's really good so far btw) and the author was thinking of making Nancy a demigod, and who her godly parent should be, and I thought of Laverna.

Laverna, the Roman Goddess of thieves, cheats, and the Underworld. She was believed to rule Rome's underground with her army of outcasts.

Here I'm thinking that Nancy is just a kid acting out, abandoned by her mom, and being a bully when seeing someone that's like her and has one parent (Percy) and taking it out on him. Also, in the books, Rick described Nancy in an unflattering way, which could go with her feeling like an outcast and whatnot.

It's not an excuse to her behavior, but I think it'd actually be pretty cool to give Nancy a bit more of a backstory. Like how some bully's lash out to hurt, so they don't feel the hurt themselves. And we only knew Nancy as a 12 year old.

But what if when Nancy grows older and learns of her heritage, she doesn't join the Legion like many demigods, but ends up forming a group of other outcasts who feel unloved and were thrown out by society.

Backstory:

Nancy wasn't sure how old she was when she knew that her dad didn't love her like other parents loved their kids. Five? Younger? Nancy didn't know, but she knows it's been a fact of her life for a very long time.

But Nancy got by. After all, even if she didn't have her dad's love, she had his money. That's why she went to expensive boarding schools was sent away and wore pristine itchy uniforms.

Nancy grew up around the cold walls and fleating sunlight of dorms and schools, and it was home to her. Moreso than the beach house her dad lives in.

The damp underground smell when the rain soaked the cracked cement and the running tracks dirt was euphoria. While the sea salt smell on her dad was like a smothering perfume on his skin that was a reminder of all the nonexistent hugs and loving caresses she would never have.

And Nancy's mother. Well, as far as Nancy is concerned, she doesn't exist. Ignoring all the times she cried for a parent, a mother, to love her.

Dad called her mom some whore, and left it at that.

Still, sometimes Nancy's dad would say how Nancy was taking after her mother's unappealing beauty.

Her too orange freckles smeared across her face like powdered cheese instead of like glinting bronze or perfectly clear skin.

Ignoring how Nancy actually liked her freckles. She loved cheese because she imagined it was for royalty to be served at balls like the most divine dishes. At least she loved cheese until other kids started making fun of her cheese powder freckles like they were disgusting.

And that's not even touching on Nancy's frizzy red hair. Hair that Nancy thought was like Ms. Frizzle, the most adventurous and brave woman Nancy saw as a kid. The woman that Nancy looked up to and learned from on TV.

But of course, her dad hated her hair. While his hair was brown and straight, her's was a mess. A reminder of her mother.

And all these unapleiang beauty marks just added up and up like a neverending pile of stone titering precariously over her, waiting for her to give up and let the stone's fall and crush her under the weight of her ugliness.

Each insult from her dad, from her peers, from adults around her added more cracks to the stone tower. Her crooked teeth (she thought she looked like a fiercesome pirate), her prominent nose (a good detective always has a big nose), her tallness (she like being taller than kids her age, made her not feel as small), her squinty eyes (like she was looking to steal something. It's true, she likes shiny things, besides surely they can do without it to smile so carelessly without a worry).

So yeah, Nancy gets it. She's not attractive, but so what? Because of this, she's learned to use her words and body language to get what she wants. Other kids will use puppy eyes, and she'll call an adult a pervert and pickpocket from the "concerned" adult around her. And guess what? She'll get more than the kid who uses puppy eyes.

But she won't ever get a parent's love.

And now that Nancy's twelve, and going to sixth grade, she knows all the tricks. How to be the top dog at school, and be the teacher's favorite.

She'll surround herself with worshipers, and her heart will finally not feel so empty.

But why?

Why?

Why are there still people ignoring her?

And why does the one boy that smells like sea salt bring tears to her eyes?

It's because he reminded her of her dad. Her dad and that horrible beach house that she desperately tries to forget once school starts again.

And why does that boy, who seems to come from nothing, seem to have such a carefree smile?

No, it's not carefree. Nancy can see that it's strained, like hers.

But why does he still seem so happy?

Is it because of that cripple, Grover?

No, if that was it that Nancy would be happy. After all, she has better, more superior friends.

And yet why isn't she happy like him?

Why?

It makes Nancy furious. Her heart hammers in her chest, and her eyes sting. She clenches her teeth and balls her hands into fists.

What right does that nobody have to be so happy?

Is it because he has a mom that mails him blue cookies and handwritten letters in a cheap tuba ware box?

That he has a parent that loves him unlike her?

It doesn't matter because Nancy will do whatever it takes to wipe that happy smile off of Percy's face if it's the last thing she does.

Nancy's face burns bright red with pure retribution when it never seems to work. Her eyes gleam with fury as Grover and Percy seem to have gotten closer than ever after she started to pick on them. At least their math teacher, Mrs. Dodds seems to hate Percy just as much as her.

Whatever, she has more plans. Nancy rolls her eyes and washes her face as she gets ready for bed. She glances in the mirror, looking at all her ugly traits. Her yellowish eyes like pyrite, fake gold, glaring back at her while she scowls.

Ugly, deformed little girl. Trying to fill your empty heart again?

"Shut up!" Nancy yelled at her mirror self, and the other her seemed to grin maliciously back.

Ugh, your voice sounds as disgusting as how the rest of you looks.

"Stop." Nancy's voice cracks, her eyes watering, as she starts to tremble.

Tch, pathetic. Don't pretend to have emotions now. You mons-

Nancy screams and punches the mirror, the glass splintering before her as it cracks and falls.

Nancy sheild's her face in her arms, as the glass shattered and broke completely, thudding loudly as the pieces hit the sink and floor.

Nancy stood there a moment, breathing heavily, her heart pounding wildly. She lowers her arms, her left hand throbbing with pain, and looks at the shattered glass all on the ground and sink. Her blood mixes with the pure white tiles painting her crime scene red.

And for a second, when Nancy glances at the shard pieces, she doesn't see herself, but Percy. Another scarred kid with anger issues and wants to be heard. And then it's gone when Nancy blinks.

Nancy breathes a moment before slumping to the ground, laughing hysterically.

She's going crazy, hasn't she?

Seeing things?

Having more strength than a twelve year old girl should have?

H-how did she even do that?!

The mirror shouldn't have broken that easily!

Maybe she really is some depraved lunatic villain after all.

Nancy shakes her head in disbelief, some giggles spilling past her lips.

She looks at her blood entranced. It shines bright red and leaves her body. Has she ever lost so much blood before? She doesn't think she has.

Nancy continues to laugh and giggle.

She really is crazy isn't she?

Then, Nancy feels a lump in her throat, tears threatening to spill as she shutters a dry sob.

She's a monster!

And Nancy's leaves the bathroom in horror, her heart beating rapidly. She sinks into her bed covers, wincing as her hand is still bleeding, but she ignores it, like she ignores everything else and she forces herself to fall asleep in her single dormitory. Alone, not noticing tears leaving her eyes as she wants to forget everything and dream of everything she'll never have.

And the anguish Nancy feels only makes her feel more helpless and angry. So she does the only thing a twelve year old can think of when she has nothing else. She lashes out at the world at everyone. Especially at those who dare to stand up to her. To be so happy when she never will be!

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