#Stylish Kitchen Sink

[garwal-agency]

The Perfect Pair: Matching Your Stylish Kitchen Sink with Countertops

When it comes to designing a kitchen, one of the most important aspects to consider is the harmony between your sink and countertops. A well-chosen sink can serve as the centerpiece of your kitchen, enhancing its functionality and aesthetics. With the growing trend of stylish kitchen sinks in Dehradun, homeowners have an array of options that blend beautifully with various countertop materials. In this blog, we’ll explore how to effectively match your kitchen sink with your countertops to create a cohesive and stunning space.

1. Understanding Your Style

Before you dive into specific sink and countertop combinations, it’s crucial to identify your kitchen’s overall style. Are you leaning towards a modern, minimalist aesthetic, or do you prefer a rustic, farmhouse look? Your sink and countertop should reflect this style.

Modern Kitchens: If you have a contemporary kitchen, opt for sleek, undermount sinks in materials like stainless steel or quartz. Pair them with solid surface countertops or high-gloss materials that add to the clean lines and sophistication of the space.

Farmhouse or Rustic Kitchens: For a cozy, inviting look, consider a farmhouse sink. These sinks can be paired with natural stone countertops like granite or butcher block, which complement the organic feel of a rustic kitchen.

2. Choosing the Right Material

The material of your sink and countertop plays a significant role in both aesthetics and functionality. Here are some popular combinations:

Stainless Steel Sink with Quartz Countertops: This is a match made in heaven. The durability and ease of maintenance of stainless steel combined with the beauty of quartz create a modern yet timeless look. Quartz offers a variety of colors and patterns, allowing you to choose one that complements your sink perfectly.

Ceramic Sink with Granite Countertops: If you’re aiming for elegance, a ceramic sink paired with granite countertops can elevate your kitchen design. The glossy finish of a ceramic sink contrasts beautifully with the textured surface of granite, creating a dynamic visual appeal.

Composite Sink with Solid Surface Countertops: For those seeking versatility and a seamless look, consider a composite sink paired with solid surface countertops. This combination provides a uniform appearance, as both materials can be matched in color and finish, making them perfect for stylish kitchen sinks in Dehradun.

3. Color Coordination

Color is another critical element when matching your sink and countertops. Here are some tips to help you choose the right color scheme:

Contrast for Drama: If you want to make a statement, choose contrasting colors. For instance, a deep black or navy sink can look striking against a light-colored countertop, creating a focal point in your kitchen.

Harmonious Tones: Alternatively, for a more cohesive look, select colors that are in the same family. A soft grey sink paired with a white or light grey countertop can create an elegant and calming atmosphere.

4. Consider Functionality

While aesthetics are crucial, functionality should also be at the forefront of your decision-making process. Consider how you use your kitchen and what will work best for your lifestyle:

Deep Sinks for Heavy Use: If you do a lot of cooking, consider a deep sink that can accommodate large pots and pans. Pair it with a durable countertop material that can withstand heat and scratches.

Integrated Sinks for a Seamless Look: An integrated sink and countertop can create a clean, modern look. This is especially popular with solid surface materials, where the sink is molded into the countertop.

5. Accessorizing Your Sink

Don’t forget about accessories! A stylish sink deserves functional accessories that enhance its beauty and usability. Consider installing a stylish faucet that complements your sink and countertop. Accessories like sink grids, cutting boards, and colanders can also add both style and functionality.

Conclusion

Matching your stylish kitchen sink with countertops is an essential aspect of kitchen design that can greatly influence the overall aesthetic and functionality of the space. By understanding your style, choosing the right materials, coordinating colors, considering functionality, and accessorizing thoughtfully, you can create a stunning kitchen that reflects your personality and meets your needs.Whether you are renovating your kitchen or building a new one, explore the variety of stylish kitchen sinks in Dehradun available in the market. With the right pairing, your kitchen can become a beautiful and functional space that you will love for years to come. Happy designing!

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[enhaniki-san]

touché - reader x niki ｡𖦹°‧

warnings: very suggestive content, making out, etc.

part two: click here

niki has a way of quietly taking up space in your mind. you didn’t know when it started but to you, he just stood out without being so loud or seeking attention in your shared friend group.

lately, you noticed that whenever you glanced in his direction, you would found him already looking at you. perhaps he was just looking around the room, and you caught him mid-gaze but still, it's happening too often to ignore.

you began to feel self-conscious. thinking that niki might assume that you're always staring at him.

and without realizing it, you found yourself influenced by his style. you bought caps similar to one he always wore, you started layering necklaces, and even swapped your usual bag for a stylish crossbody one like his.

your eyes instinctively searched for him. you scanned the room and when you didn’t spot him, you sighed, frustrated with your own behavior. and as you turned around, you bumped into someone’s chest.

"woah..." came a familiar voice. niki's hands gently steadied your arms.

"ow..." you mumbled, holding your nose, which throbbed from the impact. "sorry..."

"you good?" he asked, tone light with a hint of concern. and without waiting for an answer, he smoothly guided you towards the kitchen.

you nodded, laughing softly while rubbing your nose. "yeah, i’m good. just clumsy, i guess."

niki laughed too, leaning casually opposite of you against the counter as you leaned against the kitchen sink.

he had been thinking about this. getting you alone and away from the group. not that it was a big deal or anything, but he's been feeling you and noticing you more lately. it wasn’t something he planned exactly but now that you're here, just the two of you, it felt like a good chance.

he just have to act normal.

"so… i've been seeing you here a lot lately." he said, crossing his arms.

you nodded, feeling a little awkward under his stare. "yea- yeah, i guess i have been pretty social these days."

"you've been dressing differently too." niki pointed out, his eyes flicking briefly to your cap and necklaces.

your eyes widened slightly and your cheeks burned in his sudden comment. "oh, uh… just trying something new." you laughed nervously.

"it suits you." he said with a smirk. as if he knows exactly who you dresses like.

trying to change the subject, you cleared your throat as you reached for a jar of jam on the counter. you scooped a small spoonful into your mouth.

niki gestured for the jar as you ate. without thinking, you handed it over, still talking about something trivial.

and niki didn’t bother getting a new spoon. he dipped the one you just used, taking a bite while you're yapping. he's looking at you with an intensity, making your words gone.

"you were saying?" he prompted, lips curving into a mischievous grin as he held the spoon in his mouth.

you stammered. completely forgetting your train of thought.

niki chuckled at your reaction. he started to walk towards you. tossing the spoon into the sink with a casual flick of his wrist. he took a step closer making you lean back against the sink while your heart beats so fast in your chest.

still keeping his eyes on you, he reached and turned your cap backwards, his fingers brushing against your hair.

"there. much better." he smiled with a low and teasing voice.

niki looked in your eyes for a while, smiling. he tilted his head and very slowly, he leaned in. your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into the moment when niki placed a kiss on your lips.

he pulled back slightly and saw the dazed look on your face, a flicker of amusement crossed his lips. "not enough?" he asked you in his mind.

niki held your face gently. this time he leaned in again with more urgency. deepening the kiss, his lips moving against yours in a way that sent shivers down your spine. you could taste the sweetness of the jam on his mouth as the kiss grew hungrier.

his hands began to roam. they slid from your neck down your back and to your waist. and with a firm and gentle grip, he pulled your body closer to his. niki pressed his body against yours harder each kiss.

the heat between you was overwhelming, making you let out a soft gasp and he seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring yours with a skill that made your knees weak.

you can feel his smirk against your lips, clearly pleased with your reaction.

the sound of someone shouting his name from another room shattered the moment. both of you froze, your lips parting with an audible sound.

niki pressed his forehead against yours. his breathing ragged but gave you another kiss.

"should i deal with him or should we get out of here?"

"uhh… deal with him?"

niki smiled and chuckled. he was expecting you say otherwise but anyway, he gave you another quick peck on the lips before stepping back. "wait, i'll be right back."

you exhaled shakily when he left. a wide grin spreading across your face like an idiot. you couldn’t believe what just happened.

you stayed frozen in place, leaning against the sink, your fingers brushing over your tingling lips as if to confirm it wasn’t a dream.

the warmth of his touch and the taste of the jam still lingered, making it impossible to focus on anything else. you kept replaying the moment over and over in your mind.

you can hear the distant hum of conversations from the other room. niki returned, his presence filling the room like it always did. "miss me?" he asked casually, leaning against the counter once more as if nothing had happened.

you rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool despite the heat rushing to your cheeks. "you were gone for, like, five minutes."

niki smirked, his eyes dropping briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes. "felt longer."

you bit your lip, looking down to avoid his piercing stare but he wasn’t about to let you escape so easily.

"so..." he started, stepping closer once again. "why do I always catch you looking at me but never saying anything?"

"but i don't." you said, searching for a defense but coming up blank.

niki leaned in, his hands casually rested on the edge of the sink on either side of you, effectively trapping you in place. "it's okay, though." he murmured, his voice soft but teasing. "i like it. it’s cute."

your breath hitched as his face hovered inches from yours, his proximity making it impossible to think straight. "you sure you're not imagining things?" you managed to ask, though your voice wavered.

"oh?" niki smirked at your comments. totally amused that you're still denying it. "am I?"

you opened your mouth to respond but the words died in your throat when he leaned even closer, his lips just barely grazing your ear.

"you're not very good at hiding it, you know,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling your skin.

you turned your head slightly, your eyes meeting his. niki's look was steady and full of confidence.

"and what about you?" you asked him. surprising yourself with your boldness. "you're not exactly subtle either."

niki chuckled softly. "touché."

Before he could say more, the sound of someone walking toward the kitchen interrupted the moment. niki straightened himself. his hands falling back to his sides though his eyes never left yours.

"we're not done here." he said quietly, grinning.

niki then casually greeted the person entering the kitchen as if nothing happened.

a/n: hello read part two here

read part-timers!niki x reader

read part-timers!niki x reader part 2

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read exes - reader x niki

[carlos-arl]

Kitchen Great Room (Los Angeles)

[sketchshelter]

Kitchen Enclosed (Boston)

[marinelethellec]

Pantry - Contemporary Kitchen

[lisenberry]

The 141 boys and their wedding rings.

Price: Simple gold band. That thing Never. Comes. Off. It's worn smooth. He'll be buried with the same one you slipped on his finger in that church 50 years before.

Soap: He lost the first one in the ocean on the first day of your honeymoon. #2-6 on a mission, down the kitchen sink, in the toilet, roughhousing with the dogs/kids in the yard, and during a rugby match with his mates. Now he wears one of the black rubber ones. It has teeth marks in it because he bites at it when he's anxious.

Gaz: Flashy and stylish. Platinum and onyx. He has more than one, depending on how formal the occassion. He wears a simple one on missions and keeps the real one home safe with you.

Ghost: Self-explanatory.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Beautiful, huge mid-century modern 1959 brick home in St. Paul, MN. 7bds, 4ba, $800K. It's completely original, but I do have a few questions.

The entrance hall floor is flagstone, and it has a stone planter. On the left there's a semi-transparent wall with a large matching light fixture going thru it. Very stylish. Then, there's a railing to go down the stairs to the sunken living room.

The large living room has 2 mirrored wall inserts. The sleek modern fireplace has no hearth or mantel, it's set right into the wall.

There are dents in the carpet from the furniture, but are those circles actually sculpted details? Looks like they left 2 cool lucite stands.

The dining area alongside the kitchen is quite large and has a built-in banquette with shelves on the ends. There's also room for stools at the counter.

Very big kitchen with completely original cabinetry. Look at the little door in the backsplash.

Amazingly, all of the appliances are original too. And, look at the colorful mosaic backsplashes.

The den is very large, has a great stone fireplace wall, and tons of built-in storage.

Big, original bath with tile murals and a marble counter. That gold swan faucet is in again.

These two rooms connect. The carpet in one is beautiful and the other has a flagstone floor. I don't know, maybe it's an office. It does have an outer door.

I like the lamps in the hall. Could that be a laundry chute behind those 2 little doors?

This is a cool bedroom. What could that little door be for?

Love this original pink bath.

This is the largest bedroom and it's the primary b/c it has an en-suite.

Love the blue sink and toilet.

And, look at the mosaic wall over that blue tub.

Huge rec room downstairs. A nice bar would fit well beneath the lights. There are lots of built-in shelves and a stone fireplace wall.

There's also a full original kitchen down here. I like the ceiling of light, but what is that stuff up there?

This home is amazing. Another original fridge. Look at all the cabinetry and shelving.

Even the laundry room is huge. And, look at the drain in the floor in case of a flood situation.

This house just keeps on going. This is gorgeous and must count as the 7th bedroom.

And, right outside this room is this beautiful room. This home is crazy with the huge rooms and so many built-ins.

There's also a lovely yellow shower room down here w/an original sink and toilet. Also note the tile murals.

There's a terrace on the main level and a covered patio on the ground level.

Beautifully landscaped .53 acre. It doesn't have a pool, but look at how close the neighbor's pools are - Helloooo, neighbors!

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2160-Upper-Saint-Dennis-Rd-Saint-Paul-MN-55116/2091427_zpid/?

[reidmarieprentiss]

Home in Jeans

Summary: Y/N buys Spencer jeans, he looks too good in them.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: smut, fluff

Warnings/Includes: smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut, Spencer in jeans

Word count: 2.7

a/n: can be read alone but it is a blurb from Finding Home Again !!

inspired by this post :)

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Additional warnings: nipple play, coming in pants, one ass smack, one ass bite, picture of ass (all male receiving or doing)

Since getting engaged, Spencer had noticed a shift in Y/N's behavior. It all started when she bought him a pair of jeans that fit just right. The jeans accentuated his long legs and hugged his hips perfectly, making him look effortlessly stylish. But more than that, the first time he wore them they seemed to have an unexpected effect on Y/N.

—

Spencer stood in the kitchen, his attention focused on brewing their morning coffee. The soft hum of the kettle and the rich aroma of freshly ground beans filled the air. He was oblivious to the effect his new jeans were having on Y/N as she leaned against the counter, watching him with a mischievous grin.

As he reached for the mugs, Y/N swooped in, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Her hands slid down his sides and landed on his backside, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Morning, handsome," she murmured, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Spencer chuckled, a blush creeping up his neck. "Morning to you too," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Something on your mind?"

"Oh, nothing much," she teased, her fingers lingering as she reluctantly let go.

—

Later, Spencer was walking past Y/N as she typed away on her laptop at the dining table. He was about to ask her if she needed anything when he felt a playful smack on his backside.

He turned around, feigning indignation. "Really?" he asked, though his eyes were dancing with amusement.

Y/N shrugged, grinning up at him. "Couldn't resist."

Spencer shook his head, a soft laugh escaping his lips. 

—

In the afternoon, Spencer lay sprawled out on their bed, engrossed in a book. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. He was so absorbed in his reading that he didn’t notice Y/N’s approach until she was right beside him.

Without warning, she leaned over and playfully bit his backside.

Spencer yelped, looking back at her with wide eyes. "Y/N!"

She giggled, kissing the spot where she’d bitten. "Just a little nibble."

He rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t suppress a smile. "You're incorrigible."

—

“Hey, Spence,” Y/N called from the kitchen, “Can you grab my favorite mug from the top shelf?”

Spencer obliged, reaching up to retrieve it. As he stretched, he could feel Y/N’s gaze on him, and he turned to find her openly admiring the view.

“Enjoying the scenery?” he teased, handing her the mug.

“Immensely,” she replied with a wink. “Best part of my day.”

—

That evening, Y/N mentioned something about a leaky sink in the bathroom. Spencer, ever the helpful boyfriend, crouched down to take a look.

While he was inspecting the pipes, he heard a familiar click and glanced back to see Y/N snapping a photo.

“Why?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She shrugged, a cheeky smile on her lips. “For my private collection.”

—

Spencer was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in his hand, when he felt Y/N’s eyes on him again. It had been like this all day—her gaze following him, her hands finding every opportunity to touch him, and her laughter echoing in his ears. He set the mug down, turning to face her with a curious look.

“Okay, what is up with you today?” Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow. “You haven’t left me alone. Are you, uh, horny? Are you ovulating?”

Y/N burst into laughter, the sound bright and infectious. She playfully swatted his arm, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh my god, Spencer, I can’t believe you just asked me that!”

Spencer’s cheeks flushed a light pink as he realized the absurdity of his question. “You’re right; I know you’re not ovulating,” he mumbled, trying to recover.

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “No! I’m fine. You just look so good today.”

Spencer tilted his head, still puzzled by her attention. “Oh, really?” he said dismissively, clearly not getting it.

“Yeah, babe. I’m really into the jeans,” Y/N explained, her gaze dropping to admire how perfectly they fit him.

Spencer glanced down at his jeans, still unsure what the fuss was about. “The jeans?” he repeated. “What about them? Can you see my dick?”

Y/N chuckled, biting her lip as she nodded. “Well, now that you mention it, kind of yeah. But that’s not what I like; your ass looks so delicious.”

“Delicious? Jesus,” Spencer muttered, his face reddening as he tried to process her words.

“I want to bite it,” she teased, her tone playful and mischievous.

Spencer shot her a bemused look, shaking his head. “You already did,” he pointed out, remembering her earlier antics with embarrassment and amusement.

“Spencer…” Y/N said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she stepped closer.

“Oh god, what do you want?” he asked, feigning exasperation but clearly intrigued by her intentions.

“Have you ever thought about… stimulating another… erogenous zone?” Y/N inquired, her eyes glinting with mischief as she reached up to brush her fingers against his cheek.

Spencer blinked, his mind racing as he tried to keep up with her boldness. “I’m so sorry I asked,” he replied, though he couldn’t hide his curiosity.

Y/N’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “I could be talking about your nipples,” she teased, her voice dripping with humor.

Spencer sighed, though there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “You’re not, and we both know it.”

“I’m not, and we both know it,” she agreed, enjoying his reaction. “How does the one with an prostate feel about having it stimulated?”

Spencer ran a hand through his hair, his resolve wavering under her teasing. “I’m not saying yes or no. I’ll do some research, okay?” he said, attempting to maintain his composure.

“Okay!” Y/N agreed, grinning with satisfaction.

Spencer shook his head, a fond smile playing on his lips. “I love you, but I’m going to be gray by the time I’m 50 with you around.”

“Ohhh, a silver fox,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in closer.

“Is there nothing you don’t like?” he asked, looking into her eyes with affection and exasperation.

“Not when it comes to you,” Y/N replied sincerely, her voice softening.

“That was surprisingly sweet,” Spencer said, touched by her words. “I feel the same way about you.”

“I love you too, big guy,” Y/N said, pulling him into a hug, her head resting against his chest as she felt his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek.

Spencer held her close, his hands gently caressing her back. They stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the quiet intimacy between them.

Finally, Y/N pulled back slightly, mischief returning to her eyes. “What about your nipples?”

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head at her persistence. “Yeah, I don’t have to meet Derek for an hour.”

“Really??” Y/N said, excitement lacing her voice.

“Yes, let’s go,” Spencer replied, taking her hand and leading her toward the bedroom, their laughter echoing through the hallway as they disappeared from view.

When they reached the bedroom, Spencer whipped off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles beneath. He reached for the button of his jeans, but Y/N's hands stopped him, her touch gentle but firm.

“Leave them on, please?” she requested, her voice soft but insistent.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. “But then how will I—”

“You won’t,” she interrupted, a teasing glint in her eyes.

He paused, processing her words. “You’re going to get me hard and then make me leave?”

Y/N smirked, shrugging playfully. “You don’t even know if you’ll like it,” she challenged, her voice full of mischief and allure.

Spencer considered her proposition, curiosity and anticipation stirring within him. “Fair… fine,” he conceded, “but if I do, then I’m taking them off.”

“We’ll discuss it when we get there,” she teased, leaning in to brush her lips against his, leaving him craving more.

Spencer fondly rolled his eyes, an affectionate smile tugging at his lips. He moved back and sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Y/N stepped forward to stand between his legs.

“Ready, Ock?” she asked, her voice a whisper that sent shivers down his spine.

“Ready, nuisance,” Spencer replied, his tone full of playful affection.

Y/N climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her hands gently explored his shoulders before leaning down to press a lingering kiss to one of his nipples.

“How was that?” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin.

Spencer’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, the sensation sparking something unfamiliar yet enticing within him. “Interesting…” he replied, his voice filled with surprise and intrigue. “Do it again.”

Y/N smiled, satisfied with his response. She moved in closer, her lips finding his nipple once more, teasing him with soft, deliberate kisses that left him breathless. Her hands wandered down his chest, tracing the contours of his body and pinching at the nipple her mouth wasn’t loving, while Spencer's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as the heat between them intensified.

The room was filled with the quiet sounds of their shared breaths, the world outside forgotten as they lost themselves in each other. Spencer’s pulse quickened, his senses overwhelmed by the closeness and the connection they shared.

“Maybe you’re right,” he murmured as her lips worked his nipples, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I might actually enjoy this.”

Y/N laughed softly, the sound full of affection and triumph. “I thought you might,” she whispered, pressing another kiss to his chest, then moving to his other nipple to bite down, drawing a low moan from him.

Spencer let himself relax into the moment, the warmth of her touch and the weight of her presence grounding him. His hands traced a path along her back, feeling the subtle shift of her muscles beneath his fingers as Y/N continued her teasing ministrations. She was taking her time, savoring each moment, licking, sucking, pinching and biting, knowing precisely how to drive him to the edge of his patience.

His breathing grew heavier, matching the rhythm of her movements, and he could feel the tension building inside him like a tightly coiled spring. The sensation was both electrifying and maddening, pushing him toward a decision he wasn’t entirely prepared for, yet couldn’t resist.

“Okay, Y/N…” he finally managed, his voice strained with pleasure and urgency. “This is where we either stop, or take the jeans off.”

Y/N paused, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. Her eyes were bright with amusement, but there was something else there too—a shared understanding of the choice before them.

“Do you want to stop?” she asked softly, her voice a gentle caress that matched the featherlight touch of her fingers against his skin.

“I don’t want to stop,” he admitted, his voice steady despite the rapid beat of his heart. He felt the electricity in the air, the pull of desire that seemed to vibrate between them, and he knew he was ready to follow wherever she led.

“How would you feel about a repeat of our first night here?” Y/N suggested, her tone a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Huh?” Spencer was so dazed by the gentle scratch of her nails over his nipples that he struggled to comprehend her words.

“You remember… we were on the couch,” she said softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his throat. Her lips brushed against his skin, igniting a fire that burned from his core outward. “I was in your lap,” she continued, biting his earlobe with a teasing nip that drew a ragged moan from him. “You used me.” 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Spencer breathed, his resolve crumbling under the weight of her teasing. His mind flashed back to that intoxicating first night, the way she had moved against him, the undeniable pleasure of their shared connection. 

“I have to meet Derek,” he protested weakly, though even as he said it, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.

“You can change,” Y/N insisted, her hips beginning a slow, tantalizing rhythm that made his breath hitch. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him.

“Okay, okay, yes,” Spencer finally relented, his hands finding her hips, guiding her movements as his need overcame any lingering hesitation. His voice was a husky whisper, filled with both surrender and eagerness. 

With that, Y/N began moving her hips with more intention, creating a friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through them both. Spencer's hands tightened on her waist, his touch firm and possessive, pulling her closer with each deliberate movement.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a dance of passion and desire. The intensity of the moment grew, each movement, each breath, drawing them deeper into a shared experience that was as thrilling as it was intimate.

Spencer marveled at the way she moved, the confidence and ease with which she claimed him, matching his every desire with her own. It was a heady mix of tenderness and heat, a connection that spoke of trust and a deepening bond that went beyond words.

His eyes never left hers, the silent conversation between them more powerful than anything spoken aloud. The soft sounds of pleasure that escaped them, the gentle rocking of their bodies, the warmth of her against him—it was everything he had wanted and more.

Y/N resumed her ministrations on his nipples, her tongue moving slowly and deliberately with her lips, each touch carefully calculated to drive him to the brink. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and Spencer found himself helpless against the wave of pleasure that threatened to overtake him.

His hands gripped her hips with a newfound urgency, guiding her rhythm as he lost himself in the exquisite feeling. The way she moved, the way she seemed to know exactly what he needed, left him breathless and yearning for more.

"Y/N," he groaned, the sound a low, rumbling plea that filled the quiet apartment. His voice was rough with need, his body trembling under the intensity of their connection. It was as if every nerve ending was alive with the sensation of her touch, her presence a balm to the longing that had built up inside him.

Y/N responded with a soft laugh, the sound full of affection and desire. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered words of encouragement, her voice a gentle tease that only heightened the anticipation. "That's it, Spence," she murmured, her tone sultry and coaxing. "Just let go."

Her words spurred him on, the promise of release drawing ever closer as they continued their intimate dance. Spencer's grip tightened, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine as he pulled her closer, needing to feel her against him, to lose himself completely in the moment.

The apartment seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, entwined in an embrace of passion and pleasure. Spencer could feel the tension building, each movement bringing him closer to the edge, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

And then, with a final, shuddering gasp, he surrendered to the sensation, his body shaking with the force of his release. The room echoed with his shared cries as he once again came in his pants at the hands of his wicked woman. 

As the aftershocks of pleasure faded, Spencer held her close, his heart racing as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "You never fail to amaze me," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and gratitude.

Y/N smiled, her eyes shining with warmth as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a gentle embrace. "I always want to learn new things about you, Dr. Reid," she replied earnestly. 

As crazy and spontaneous as she was, every new experience with Y/N reminded Spencer that he had chosen the right woman to share his life with. Her energy and zest for life were infectious, drawing him out of his shell and pushing him to embrace the unexpected. He couldn’t wait to marry her.

[its-all-or-nothing94]

One Night // Tom Glynn-Carney x f!Reader

Summary: Where reader goes out with her friends and meets this charming, sweet (and so fucking) hot guy in a club.

A/N: This is the first fic I have published based on a real person. I don't know Tom, this is just puuuure fiction, thank you very much! It's actually just a short little One-Shot :)

Ship: Tom Glynn-Carney x Reader

Warnings: Language (is it tho?), mentions of having sex, use of alcohol, One Night Stand

You have always thought of yourself as a pretty ordinary person. You had a decent job, a decent apartment, and a group of friends that you could count on for a good time. So when your best friend, Emily, suggested you go out to a trendy new club in London, you thought, why not?

The club was packed, the music loud enough to make you feel it in your chest. You weren't usually one for these kinds of places, preferring a quiet pub or a cozy night in with a book. But tonight, something felt different. You wanted to let loose, to forget about the mundane for just one night.

After a few drinks and a lot of dancing, you found yourself at the bar, slightly tipsy and in need of a break. That’s when you noticed him. A man standing beside you, ordering a drink with an easy confidence. He had a rugged charm about him, with tousled blonde hair and an intense gaze that seemed to see right through you.

“Having a good time?” he asked, his voice smooth and inviting.

“Yeah, better than I expected,” you replied with a smile. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Tom,” he said, extending a hand. You shook it, feeling a strange spark at the touch.

You chatted for a while and you found yourself genuinely enjoying his company. He was funny, down-to-earth, and didn’t seem to have any of the pretentiousness you often encountered in these places. He didn’t mention his job, and you didn’t ask. You talked about music, movies, and travel – all the things that made life interesting.

Your laughter mingled with the thumping bass of the music, your body moving freely to the rhythm. Tom's eyes, a striking shade of blue, sparkled under the dim club lights as he leaned in closer. Your conversation flowed effortlessly, a seamless exchange of stories and laughter that felt strangely intimate for two people who had just met.

Before you knew it, the night had flown by, and the club was starting to thin out. Tom glanced around, then leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Do you want to go somewhere quieter? Maybe talk without shouting over the music?"

You hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded. There was something about Tom that made you want to throw caution to the wind, to embrace this rare sense of spontaneity. "Sure, why not?"

You walked through the bustling streets of London, the cool night air a refreshing contrast to the heat of the club. Tom hailed a cab, and you slid into the back seat, a comfortable silence settling between you. The ride was short, and soon, you stood in front of a sleek, modern apartment building. Tom unlocked the door and gestured for you to enter.

You stepped inside, taking in the stylish decor. The apartment was a perfect blend of modern chic and cozy comfort, with clean lines, soft lighting, and personal touches that hinted at Tom’s personality. He led you to the living room, where a leather sofa dominated the space, flanked by bookshelves filled with an eclectic mix of literature and knick-knacks.

"Make yourself comfortable," Tom said, heading to the open-plan kitchen. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Surprise me," you replied, sinking into the plush cushions of the sofa. You watched as Tom expertly mixed two drinks, his movements confident and precise. He handed you a glass, your fingers brushing briefly, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

"To unexpected nights," Tom toasted, raising his glass.

"To unexpected nights," you echoed, clinking her glass against his while you were blushing slightly.

You sipped your drinks, the alcohol warming you from the inside out. The conversation picked up where it had left off, but now there was an added layer of intimacy. You sat close, your knees touching, voices low and hushed. Tom's gaze never left your face, his eyes tracing your features as if trying to memorize them.

The air between you grew charged, the unspoken tension crackling like static. You felt your pulse quicken, your breath coming in shallow bursts. Tom set his glass down and leaned in, his hand gently cupping your cheek. He paused for a heartbeat, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, making your heartbeat quicken.

You melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in the moment. The kiss deepened, your bodies pressed together, a hunger igniting between you.

Tom's hands roamed over your back, tracing the curve of your spine while your fingers tangled in his hair. You broke apart briefly, gasping for air, your foreheads resting together. "Are you sure about this?" Tom whispered, his voice husky with desire.

"More than sure," you replied breathlessly, your heart pounding in her chest.

What followed was a whirlwind of passion and desire. Clothes were shed hastily, discarded in a trail leading to the bedroom. You moved together with an urgency that bordered on desperation, your bodies finding a rhythm that felt both new and familiar. Tom's touch was gentle yet firm, his kisses searing a path across your skin. You felt more alive than you had in a long time, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

You finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, your bodies entwined, the city outside just a distant hum. The night had been a blur, but one thing was clear: it was a night neither of you would soon forget.

You woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. You carefully slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake Tom. You dressed quietly, glancing back at him, a sense of something deeper stirring within you. You shook it off, knowing this was a one-night stand, nothing more.

You scribbled a quick note thanking him for a wonderful night and left it next to Tom before slipping out the door. The cool morning air hit your face as you stepped outside, swirling within you a mix of exhilaration, confusion, and a hint of sadness.

Back in the apartment, Tom woke up to find the note. He cursed softly under his breath, realizing he had forgotten to ask for your number. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the note in his hand, feeling a strange emptiness. For once, he had met someone who treated him like a normal person who didn’t care about his fame or his job. And now you were gone.

You walked through the quiet streets of London, replaying the events of the night in your mind. You knew it was just a fleeting moment, a brief escape from reality, but it was a night you would never forget, a night that made you feel truly alive.

As you reached your apartment, you couldn’t help but wonder what might have been. But you pushed the thought away, determined to hold onto the memory of a perfect night with no regrets. Life would go on, but you would always have that one night in London, with a man named Tom.

Later that morning, Tom found himself at their usual rehearsal spot, a grungy but cozy studio tucked away in East London. The rest of the Sleep Walking Animals were already there, casually tuning their instruments and chatting amongst themselves.

“Morning, mate,” Joe greeted Tom, plucking at his guitar strings.

“Morning,” Tom replied, his voice absent-minded.

Alex, noticing Tom’s distraction, smirked. “Someone’s got their head in the clouds. Or should I say, still in bed with that hot Y/H/C from last night?”

Tom shot him a look. “Shut it, Alex.”

“Oh, come on, Tommy boy,” Bill chimed in, drumming a rhythm on the edge of a table. “You looked proper smitten when you left the club. She must’ve been something special.”

“She was,” Tom admitted, slumping down onto a battered old couch. “But she buggered off before I could even ask for her number.”

“Savage,” Jack said, shaking his head. “Didn’t even leave a name or nothing?”

“She did,” Tom replied, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N. That’s all I got.”

“Y/N,” Nuwan mused, his fingers dancing over the keys absentmindedly. “Could be anyone, mate.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” Tom muttered, frustration evident in his tone. “It’s just... I dunno, she was different. Didn’t give a fuck about who I am or what I do. Just treated me like a normal person.”

“Well, you are a normal person, mostly,” Joe teased. “Except when you’re whining about a girl like a lovesick puppy.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Tom said, but there was a hint of a smile.

“Can’t believe she just legged it,” Bill said, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “What, were you that bad in bed?”

The room erupted in laughter, and Tom threw a cushion at Bill. “Piss off, Caple. It was great, thank you very much.”

Alex leaned over, grinning. “So, did you shag or not?”

Tom rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, we did. And it was... it was amazing.”

“Sounds like you’ve got it bad, mate,” Jack said, strumming a chord on his bass. “Bet you wish you could find her again.”

“Yeah,” Tom admitted, his voice softer now. “I really do.”

The guys exchanged looks, the teasing dropping away for a moment.

“Look, mate,” Joe said, more seriously. “We’ve got a gig tonight. Maybe you’ll meet someone else who’s just as cool. Don’t get too hung up on one girl.”

Tom nodded, knowing Joe was right but still feeling the pang of regret. “Yeah, I suppose.”

Nuwan started playing a familiar tune on the keys, and the rest of the band gradually joined in. The music filled the room, and for a while, Tom let it carry him away, the notes and rhythms a welcome distraction from thoughts of you.

But even as they played, your face lingered in his mind, a reminder of a night that felt all too fleeting and a connection that was painfully out of reach.

You sat with your friends at your favorite coffee shop, a cozy little place with mismatched furniture and a laid-back vibe. Emily, Sarah, and Jess were all there, sipping on their drinks and catching up on the latest gossip. You knew it was only a matter of time before the conversation turned to you.

“So, Y/N,” Jess started with a sly grin, “anything interesting happen last night? You disappeared from the club pretty quick.”

You felt your cheeks flush. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Sarah echoed, her eyebrows raised. “Come on, spill it! Who was the guy?”

“His name’s Tom,” you said, trying to sound casual. “We met at the bar, hit it off, and... well, I went back to his place.”

“Oh my God, Y/N!” Emily exclaimed, nearly spilling her latte. “You had a one-night stand? With a guy you just met?”

“Yeah, I did,” you admitted, unable to hide your smile. “And it was amazing.”

“Details, please,” Jess demanded, leaning in. “How was he? What was his place like?”

“He was... incredible,” you said, feeling the warmth of the memory. “Funny, down-to-earth, and not full of himself. His place was pretty stylish too, very him.”

“Sounds like a dream,” Sarah sighed. “And you didn't get his number?”

You shrugged. “No, I left early, and he was still asleep. I didn’t want to wake him. Besides, it was just a one-night thing.”

“Still,” Emily said, shaking her head, “you should’ve left your number or something. What if he wants to see you again?”

“I doubt it,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “He probably doesn’t even remember my name.”

“You never know,” Jess said with a wink. “Maybe he’s thinking about you right now, regretting not getting your number.”

“Yeah, right,” you said, but a small part of you couldn’t help but hope Jess was right.

“Anyway,” Emily said, changing the subject, “my brother’s got tickets to this gig tonight. Some indie band. He asked me to come, and I thought it could be fun. You guys in?”

“Who’s the band?” Sarah asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Sleep Walking Animals,” Emily replied. “Ever heard of them?”

“Sounds vaguely familiar,” Jess said, shrugging. “Why not? I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Same here,” Sarah agreed. “Could be fun.”

“What about you, Y/N?” Emily asked. “Got any plans tonight?”

You shook her head. “Nope, nothing. I’m in.”

“Great!” Emily said, clapping her hands. “It’s a plan then. We’ll meet up at my place and head over together.”

As you finished your coffees and chatted about other things, you felt a strange sense of anticipation building inside you. You weren't sure why, but the thought of going to this gig excited you. Maybe it was just the idea of a night out with your friends, or maybe, somewhere deep down, you hoped for something more.

[kathlare]

bed chem

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the heart of New York City, a shared moment of creativity blossoms between Amelie and Lando.

Wordcount: 1.7 k

Warnings: just fluff

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May 10th, 2024 - New York City, NY

Amelie’s apartment in New York was a reflection of her: eclectic, warm, and effortlessly stylish. The faint sound of cars honking from the streets below filtered in through slightly cracked windows, mixing with the soft hum of music from the speakers. Benny, her docile gray ragdoll cat, was sprawled out on Lando’s lap, purring contentedly while Björn darted around, chasing a piece of crumpled paper he’d stolen from the counter.

—This is it. I’m never leaving,— Lando announced dramatically, running a hand through Benny’s silky fur. He leaned back on the couch, his legs stretched out, looking entirely too comfortable in his sweatpants and hoodie. —I’ll just move in and live here with you and Benny. Björn can have the couch.—

—Björn wouldn’t let you, even if you begged,— Amelie teased, leaning against the kitchen counter, a mug of tea in her hands. —He barely tolerates me most days.—

As if on cue, Björn darted up to Amelie, swiped at her ankle playfully, and bolted off again. She rolled her eyes but smiled, taking a sip of her tea.

Lando watched her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. —Speaking of begging…—

Amelie groaned, already sensing where this was going. —No. Absolutely not.—

—Oh, come on!— Lando set Benny down gently and stood, crossing the room in a few quick strides. He stopped in front of her, hands pressed together like he was praying. —Just one song. Please, Ames. I’ve been patient. I didn’t say anything when you wouldn’t show me snippets during the gala. I deserve this.—

—You deserve nothing, Norris,— Amelie said, her tone playful but firm. She turned back toward the kitchen, but he followed her like a shadow, practically clinging to her side.

—Not even a little sneak peek?— he pressed, leaning down slightly to meet her gaze.

Amelie sighed, setting her mug down. —You’re impossible.—

—But you like it,— he said with a cheeky grin.

—Unfortunately, yes,— she muttered, pretending to think it over. Finally, she threw her hands up. —Fine. One song. But no commentary until it’s over. And if you don’t like it, you’re not allowed to say anything.—

—Deal.— Lando’s grin widened, boyish and triumphant.

She grabbed her keys from the counter, motioning for him to follow. —Come on. Studio’s downstairs.—

The small recording studio was tucked into the building’s lower level, a cozy space filled with instruments, stacks of notebooks, and the faint scent of coffee and lavender. Lando looked around, curiosity lighting up his face as he ran a hand over the keys of a piano.

Amelie booted up her laptop, scrolling through files until she found the one she was looking for. —Okay, sit there,— she instructed, pointing to the small couch in the corner. —And no interrupting.—

—You’ve got my full attention, Ames,— Lando said, holding up his hands innocently before plopping down.

The room filled with the soft opening chords of Bed Chem. Amelie glanced at Lando as the first lines played, his expression instantly shifting. His posture straightened, his eyes fixed on her, and his lips parted slightly as the lyrics began to sink in.

"I was in a sheer dress the day that we met We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec You're friendin' me up so we could connect And what are the odds? You sent me a text…"

His brows lifted, a mix of surprise and amusement washing over his face.

Amelie didn’t look at him directly, choosing instead to focus on organizing some papers on the desk. She knew this song would catch him off guard—it was personal, maybe the most personal thing she’d written.

As the song reached the chorus, she chanced a glance at him.

"Who's the cute boy with the white jacket And the thick accent? Like… Maybe it's all in my head But I bet we'd have really good bed chem…"

Lando’s jaw dropped slightly. —Wait… what?— he muttered, breaking the no-interruption rule.

Amelie paused the track, spinning her chair to face him. —What? You don’t like it?—

—Are you joking? I... This is... You wrote this about me?— he stammered, running a hand through his hair as a slow grin spread across his face.

—Maybe,— Amelie said coyly, her cheeks warming under his intense gaze.

Lando stood, crossing the room in two long strides. He stopped just short of her, his hands finding the arms of her chair as he leaned down. —“Bed chem”? That’s a bold lyric, Ames.—

—Bold, but accurate,— she shot back, her voice steady despite the way her heart was racing.

Lando stared at her for a moment before letting out a low laugh. —You’re something else, you know that?—

—Takes one to know one, Norris.—

He tilted his head, his blue eyes locking onto hers. —You’re obsessed with me. Admit it.—

—You’re the one who begged to hear my songs,— Amelie countered, her voice dropping slightly, teasing.

Lando’s gaze flicked to her lips for a brief moment before meeting her eyes again. —You’re right. I did. And now… I think I’m even more obsessed with you than before.—

Before she could respond, he closed the gap between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but soft. It was intense, consuming, his hands sliding from the chair’s arms to cup her face as he deepened it.

Amelie responded in kind, her hands finding their way to his hoodie, pulling him closer. The kiss was electric, charged with every unspoken word and emotion they hadn’t yet voiced. When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together.

—So, you liked the song then?— Amelie asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

—Ames,— Lando murmured, his voice rough, —I fucking loved it.—

Amelie smirked, still catching her breath, her fingers playing with the hem of Lando’s hoodie. —That’s a relief. Would’ve been awkward if you didn’t.—

—Oh, it’s awkward alright,— Lando teased, his voice low, his accent. His hands slid from her face to rest on her waist, his thumbs brushing lightly against the soft fabric of her shirt. —You just casually dropped a song about us and acted like it was nothing.—

—It’s not nothing,— Amelie replied, her tone matching his, teasing and bold. Her hands slipped under his hoodie, her palms skimming his stomach, which tensed under her touch. —I just thought you deserved a little surprise. That’s all.—

—A little surprise?— he echoed, laughing under his breath. His lips brushed against hers, feather-light, as he whispered, —You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?—

Her smile widened as she leaned in, kissing him again, slower this time, savoring the way his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer. His touch was possessive, but not demanding; it was like he was savoring the moment as much as she was.

Lando broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jaw to her neck, leaving a path of soft kisses that made her shiver. —You drive me insane, Ames,— he murmured against her skin, his voice muffled but no less intense.

Amelie tilted her head back slightly, giving him more access, her fingers curling into the waistband of his sweatpants. —You say that like it’s a bad thing,— she teased, though her voice came out breathier than she intended.

Lando chuckled, the sound vibrating against her neck. —Not bad. Just dangerous. Very, very dangerous.—

—And here I thought you liked living on the edge,— Amelie quipped, though her playful tone faltered as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear.

Lando pulled back slightly, his eyes darkening as they met hers. —I do. Especially when it’s with you.—

Amelie’s heart raced as he pulled her to her feet, his hands steady on her waist. Their faces were inches apart, and the intensity in his gaze sent a thrill through her. Without breaking eye contact, he guided her backward until she was pressed against the edge of the desk.

—You’re trouble,— he said, his voice husky, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as his hands slid under her shirt, his touch warm against her skin.

—Takes one to know one,— she whispered, pulling him closer by the drawstrings of his hoodie.

Lando captured her lips in another kiss, this one deeper, more urgent. His hands roamed her back, her sides, exploring in a way that left her breathless. Amelie’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently, earning a low groan from him that sent heat coursing through her.

The world outside the studio faded away, leaving only the two of them, completely lost in each other. Lando’s kisses grew more intense, his hands bolder as he lifted her onto the desk effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together in perfect sync.

—Ames,— he murmured against her lips, his voice ragged, filled with longing.

—What?— she asked, her own voice unsteady as she looked into his eyes, her cheeks flushed.

He smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. —I bet we’d have really good bed chem.—

Amelie laughed softly, pulling him back into another kiss. —Only one way to find out, Norris.—

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

First Kiss- libby x nash

authors note: i just realized i have never made a libby x nash fic before… which should be a criminal offence honestly. anyway here it is, and if you can’t tell by the title, it’s libby and nash’s first kiss 😉😉

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Libby poured all the wet ingredients into her bowl, while Nash focused on the dry ones. Even though she hated to admit it because she knew Avery was going through her own problems, she had been stressed with all the drama surrounding Drake, and Nash had offered to bake with her. He warned her that he was a terrible baker, but Libby assured him that all would be smooth sailing. She handed her bowl to Nash, who took it with a low hum as his fingers brushed hers, sending electricity down Libbys spine, before he poured Libby’s bowl into his bigger bowl. Libby reached into one of the cupboards to get an apron, when she heard something being plugged in. The electric mixer. Libbys eyes widened as she rushed over to Nash.

“Wait!” She exclaimed, racing over to him as she grabbed his arm. He turned and raised a brow at her, and her hand on his arm, and Libby dropped her arm back to her side, his sudden attentiveness making her draw back the slightest bit. Then he smiled, slow and smooth, as he spoke.

“What’s the problem, darling?” He asked her, turning to face her more clearly. Stubbornness rose in her chest.

“Not your darling. Also,” She said, going back to grab the apron she dropped before handing it to him. “Mixing in the dry ingredients without an apron would mean getting powder all over your white shirt. You need an apron.” His sudden eye contact made her feel nervous, so she turned her head. She thought that would be the end of it, before Nash’s rough, yet gentle, hands took her chin and moved her face to look back at his. Heat rose in her cheeks as Nash held her gaze again, before pulling his hand away, tying the apron around his waist, and speaking.

“Good to know. Hey, how’s this look?” Nash asked, pulling his arms out to the side so Libby could see his apron with ducks littered all over it. Libby laughed into her palm before speaking, trying to hide her giggles.

“Very stylish.” She said, her mouth fighting back a smile. He smiled at her, except this time, his teeth showed, as well as one dimple on his left cheek. God, why did he have to have those kind of smiles? Libby mentally cursed herself, before turning around and going back to what she was doing.

“Okay, get mixing now on the lowest setting for two minutes.” She ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.” He replied. The comment made her cheeks blush the slightest bit, but she just shook her head as she continued to clean her counter. Libby put all the dishes in the sink, before getting a spray bottle and spraying the entire counter down. She went to grab the cloth, but she couldn’t find it. Then she turned her head, and realized it was in the cupboard by Nash’s side of the kitchen. Okay, Libby thought. I just have to go past him. No sweat. Libby sauntered towards Nash, before he suddenly turned off his mixer.

“Hey, Libby, do you think that’s-“ Nash didn’t get to finish before whirling around, so quick that Libby jumped with a slight shout. Her feet tried to balance herself, but she noticed, with an internal groan, that there was some water spilt on the ground. Her feet slipped on the water and she started to fall backwards, before an arm wrapped around her waist, catching her one handed and pulling her up.

“Hey, did you slip, darl? Are you alright?” Nash’s soft voice drawled, his arm still wrapped around her waist as he turned to look at her. Libby tilted her head up and met his eyes too, and she was sure right then and there that there was a major blush on her face.

“Um- yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.” Libby stuttered, pulling herself out of Nash’s ridiculously muscular arms and grabbing the cloth out of the cupboard as fast as possible. “I just needed this.” She waved the cloth in the air, before feeling like she had to say more from Nash’s raised brow.

“I didn’t fall on purpose.” Libby blurted suddenly. That made both of Nash’s eyebrows raise, as he put down the mixer and crossed his arms, looking stupidly attractive despite the dumb apron. “It wasn’t a whole bit where you could catch me, you know.” Nash’s sudden smirk and raised brow told Libby everything she needed to know. She had said too much. Oh, why didn’t you just leave it at that? Libby cursed herself as she scrambled to explain.

“Well, that’s not what I meant, I just meant that-“ Libby cut herself off as she realized that no matter how much she explained, it was not going to get any less weird. “Never mind, bye.” Libby was about to scramble off to the counter she was trying to clean when Nash suddenly chuckled and took ahold of her hips, drawing her back. Libbys brain blanked as it finally caught up with what was going on: Nash’s hands, Her hips.

“Now hold on there,” Nash drawled teasingly, stepping closer as he crossed his arms and held her gaze. “You saying you fell on purpose over there, Grambs?” Libby’s heart raced once he took that step, her brain too broken by his close vicinity and earthy smell to focus on anything else.

“No. I’m not saying anything,” Libby huffed, before crossing her arms this time. “Now keep mixing. You still have a minute left, and we’re not screwing up these cupcakes because of you.” Nash guffawed as he tilted his head at her, laughing.

“Ouch. And alright, I’ll keep mixing.” He said with a smile.

“Good.” Libby said simply. She turned as she wiped down her counter, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see and feel Nash’s eyes on her. She tried her very hardest not to blush as she noticed the way his gaze raked down her body, before moving to his cupcake batter and mixing it. There was a pull to him that Libby had noticed since the first time they met. Despite everything she told herself, Libby hadn’t been able to get him off her mind. It was insane.

“Am I done mixing yet, chef?” Nash asked her suddenly. Libby turned around, walked over to him, studied his batter, then nodded.

“That looks about right.” She replied. “Now, grab that batter scoop from the pantry and try to get an even amount into every cupcake hole on the pan.” She glanced at her counter for a moment, and noticed Nash walking towards her. She turned her head and caught his gaze, watching him come closer and closer. A breath catches in her throat as he dips his head. And, just when Libby thinks he’s about to kiss her, just when she almost hopes he’s about to kiss her, he turns his head, facing his lips towards her ear, before whispering.

“Batter scoop.” He whispers teasingly. Then, he pulls open the drawer right beside her and grabs it, lifting his head and smiling at her flushed cheeks. He walks away, leaving her stunned as the blush spreads to the back of her neck.

“What was that?” Libby croaks out before she can stop herself.

“What was what?” He replies without missing a beat. Libby turned to look at him.

“That!” She said, pointing at the drawer where the batter scoop was. “That entire-“ She paused. Interaction, she was about to finish, before shaking her head and continuing.

“Nevermind.” She finished lamely. She continued to wipe down her counter, although she knew it was already clean.

“You mean me flirting with you?” Libby paused. She turned to look at where the voice came from, only to find Nash crossing his arms with his body turned towards her. Libby paused, before nodding quickly, blue hair getting into her face as she again wiped the counter down.

“I like doing it because you get all red.” He teased, washing his hands as he put the batter scoop into the sink. Libby’s heart thumped in her chest, as she answered.

“So?” She asked him, a good two syllables too high. He smiled at her sweet and slowly, holding her gaze as he took a few steps forward.

“So, maybe I like seeing you get all red.” He said. Libby couldn’t breathe, or let alone speak, so all she did was shake her head as she looked away from him. Suddenly, Nash took ahold of her wrist, pulling her forward.

“Don’t do that.” He warned her softly. Libby’s heart thumped louder, so loud that she was sure Nash could hear it.

“Do what?” She breathed. He pressed a thumb onto her wrist softly, holding her gaze.

“Diminish me every time I try to get close to you. I understand that this whole Drake situation has been hard, so just say the word and I won’t talk to you like this again.” Nash told her softly. Libby froze. Despite everything she told herself, Nash’s comments and flirting techniques were the only things keeping her from burrowing herself into a hole and never coming back out. Without him, she wouldn’t be able to hold her head up since everything was so difficult recently. As if possessed by something, she suddenly rose to the top of her toes, and pressed a soft kiss on Nash’s lips. Despite the feeling swirling through her entire body, Nash’s expression made her freeze. Did she do something wrong?

“Oh god.” She said suddenly, realizing what just happened. “I’m so sorry, I don’t- I don’t know what happened.” She pressed a hand to her mouth in shock, but Nash was quick to remove it. And with a dip of his head, his lips met hers, and he pressed a soft kiss onto them. Electricity flowed through her spine as she gazed up at him, watching him take a step forward and run his hands through her hair.

“Is this fine?” He murmured, coming closer. Too full of emotions to speak, Libby just nodded, and suddenly, Nash pulled her in closer, kissing her. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen. The hands that were in her hair moved down to her waist, and Libby’s hands moved to the back of his neck, feeling the ends of his hair. Soft brushes became more passionate, and although Libby made a sound in the back of her throat that might be seen as embarrassing, Nash just took it in with a low hum. In a flurried movement of kissing and stumbling, Libby felt her feet get lift slightly off the floor, before she felt herself get placed on the counter. She separated from him, although she was reluctant to, to look at her surroundings. Nash grinned at her, before speaking.

“So we’re at the same height.” His rough drawl explained, before taking her by the chin and pulling her in again. Nash’s body moved closer as he kissed her, and Libby locked her legs around him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she continued to kiss him passionately. Nash’s lips suddenly switched from kissing her to trailing kisses down her jaw. Libby shivered under his touch, and, just before he could plant a kiss on the end of her jawline, a loud clearing of the throat interrupted them. Libby immediately snapped her head up, although Nash was more reluctant to separate, before feeling her spine get coated with horror as she realized who it was. Alisa Ortega, Nash’s ex fiancé.

“Lee-Lee.” Nash greeted awkwardly. Libby knew how bad this looked. It hadn’t been too long since they had broken up the engagement, and since she was kissing him like this in a very public place, it felt like she was flaunting it in her face. Oh, god.

Alisa opened her mouth to speak, but Libby interrupted her.

“Is it about Avery? I better go see if she’s okay.” Libby rushed to say, hopping off the counter. Alisa narrowed her eyes at her as she began to speak, but Libby just waved her off. “Thank you so much Alisa, and um-“ She trailed off awkwardly.

“Thanks, bye.” She finished shyly, before speed walking off in the direction of her sister’s room, not wanting to admit that it upset her much more than she’d like to think that her kiss got interrupted.

Maybe, Libby thought with the slightest giddy feeling, cowboys like him weren’t so bad.

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btw this fic takes place at the dead end of the inheritance games and ties into the reason as to why alisa is so awkward with them in the hawthorne legacy ^^

hope you enjoyed!! <33💗

[artificial-transmutations]

Calling the plumber

One bad thing about Scott's and Cody’s relationship was that they both were almost stereotypically gay in a lot of senses. Both were thin and lithe, had a somewhat androgynous appearance. They were stylish and well-groomed and even their professions were a little bit gay: Scott was the bartender at a gay club and Cody was a hair stylist.

All of that wasn't much of a problem of course. What *was* problematic however, at least at the moment, was, that neither of them had any proficiency in handicraft. So, it didn't come as a surprise that the two of them stood rather clueless in front of the clearly leaking sink in their kitchen.

Scott was the first one to speak. "It looks bad."

Cody sighed and nodded in agreement. "Yep. Looks like we need to call a plumber."

"Oof. It's Sunday, that's gonna cost us! Are you sure there's no other way?" Scott was the one managing their finances and he wasn't too happy about having to pay out for repairs.

Cody shrugged. "Well, we can't very well fix it ourselves, right? Or do you know anything about fixing water pipes?"

Scott frowned and scratched his head. "Not exactly. But..."

Cody looked at Scott expectantly. "You're gonna try it?"

Scott shrugged his shoulders. "I can at least try. It's not going to get leakier, right?"

"Well..." Cody was about to point out that, indeed, Scott could very much make it worse than the current leak, but he refrained from doing so. Instead, he pointed out: "You know, this is one of the times where a stereotypical straight guy would be useful. You know the type, Mr. fix-it-all-by-yourself."

"Sadly, we don't have that, honey. Now, let's get my dad's tools."

Shortly after, Scott was with his head under the sink.

"Now, let's see. Perhaps, I can just use one of those clampy thingies... to make it tighter?"

"I think they are called wrenches?" Cody tried to be helpful.

"Isn't that a slur for women?" Scott asked, while trying his best with the tool.

"No, that's a wench!" Cody laughed. "Are you alright down there?"

"Yeah, I just need to..." Suddenly, the resistance vanished, and the dripping of water became a small jet.

"Oh, for fucks sake!" Scott cried out, completely atypical for him.

"Everything alright?" Cody asked and cleared his throat. His voice sounded coarser than before.

"Yeah, sorry about the mess, Sir." Scott mumbled. Sir? Where did that come from? He did have other things to think about, though. He felt uncomfortable and shifted his position under the sink. His body was expanding in every direction: His frame became wider, and his arms and legs exploded with muscles.

There was an audible ripping sound from his shirt as it got stretched to the breaking point by his growing pecs.

Hair grew in quickly, both on his chest and his chin, giving him a rugged and somewhat older look.

"Shit", he cursed under his breath and quickly selected a more suitable tool from his toolbox. With a flex of his incredible biceps, he made short process of the jet of water he caused, allowing him to get to the root cause of the problem. The pipes were old and grimy, and the leak would surely not be the last. "That's a fine mess you got down here, Sir. You should replace the pipes as soon as possible."

Cody was distracted by his own observations. At first, he quite enjoyed the show as his boyfriends lower body that was sticking out under the sink elongated and became beefier by the second - including, especially, the large package in the dirty pants-turned-workpants of Scott and the hairy abdomen.

But soon, his focus shifted to his own body. His jeans and shirt quickly dissolved, leaving him standing in just his underwear. Instead of his usual meek body, however, an equally fit body that was sculpted in the gym formed: big arms, a massive chest and trunks of legs grew on him, giving him a magnificent appearance.

However, as his body grew, his intellect diminished: His square face looked at the plumber under his sink with less and less intelligence in his eyes. His sight didn't stick to the other man's groin anymore, of course: He wasn't gay and just didn't see that kind of thing on a man. Instead, he scratched his ass through his dirty white underwear and answered in a dull voice:

"Uh, don't worry about the mess, dude. I'm not a neat-freak. Can you replace the pipes for me, bro?"

Cody earned enough money as a fitness trainer, but the truth was, even though he certainly was a real man, he wasn't very good with stuff around the house, mainly because he was too dumb for it. So, he just called a specialist for everything he needed done to his bachelor pad.

Scott crawled out from under the sink. "Sure thing, Sir." he said. "But not on a Sunday, I'm afraid. I won't get the parts I need. Besides, my wife and kids are waiting for me at home with dinner. I suggest you call my office tomorrow."

"Awesome, bro", Cody beamed a happy, yet dim smile at Scott. "Thanks for coming over on such short notice."

He handed the plumber his money and brought him to the door, watching the mid-thirties man drive away in his dirty van. Now that this was taken care of, what now? Ah, probably what he had planned before the sink accident interrupted him. He plopped down on the couch, fished out his half-hard cock and unpaused the porn video that had been on the big screen the whole time.

I know gay-to-straight is a sensitive topic and I do get that we all encounter enough homophobia in our everyday's lifes that we don't need to encourage it in fantasy. So, while I will occasionally continue to write gay-to-straight TFs, I will try to not hit the "lib to con", "MAGA" or homophobia track but express it as another sexuality and the tropes that come with it.

ANYWAY. If you like what I do and want to read more stories and experience new stories as soon as they are written AND reap awesome exclusive rewards, consider subscribing to my riot page!

[al-the-remix]

Six Sentence Saturday (or something like that)

Starting on my second bucktommy fic 😌 This was inspired by a post I'm pretty sure @unfuckablebogtroll made a few months ago that I can't find anymore, but the gist is that Tommy buys his house during the 2007/8 financial crash, refinances during covid, and has been saving since then to be able to renovate it himself. In this fic Buck's obviously going to volunteer to help Tommy out ( with his previous construction experience and all) and slowly insinuate himself into Tommy's home without either of them fully realizing it...at first. Buck learns Tommy as he learns more about his house: starting the inside and working outwards. Meanwhile Tommy learns how to let people help him and that Buck's really in it for the long haul ✨

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

Looking over his shoulder, Tommy raises a brow. He’s elbow-deep in Evan’s kitchen sink, warm, sudsy water tickling his skin as he finishes the last of the dinner dishes. Evan made a chicken parm that had Tommy contemplating the existence of God and carefully planning the head he’d be giving his boyfriend later. As long as Tommy had known him–which was admittedly not very long–Evan has been a shoot first, ask questions later kind of guy. More likely to barrel through any awkwardness than couch his questions in some kind of lead up. “Of course you can, you know that.”

Evan takes the plate Tommy offers him in hand, drying it and setting it aside, his expression just hesitant enough to give Tommy pause. 

“Why do we always hang out at my place?”

The question startles a laugh from him. That…wasn’t what Tommy had been expecting. “We don’t, sometimes we go on dates.” Tommy allows his face to settle, faux serious and gently teasing. “Are you claiming I’m not romancing you enough Buckley, because I take that accusation very seriously.”

It gets him the reaction he was hoping for: Evan rolls his eyes like he’s aiming to hit 20 Klicks into the stratosphere and keep climbing. He can hear Evan's common refrain in his head, only coworkers call me Buckley, and I don’t even want to contemplate explaining what we’ve been up to to HR.

 “Ha, ha. You know that’s not what I meant. You don’t think it’s a little weird that it’s been two months and I haven’t made it past your garage?”

Tommy’s brain goes straight to the gutter, but Evan’s arms are crossed over his chest in what Tommy has come to learn is a tell-tale sign of him feeling a little insecure.

Tommy tucks away the innocent expression he’d been pulling and sighs, yanking the plug and reaching for the discarded towel to wipe his hands clean. “I mean, it’s a shorter drive for me to come here from Harbour than make you slog it all the way out to mine. I was just trying to make things easier on you.”

Evan holds up his hands like he’s trying to brace both himself and Tommy for his next question. “Okay, let me be more direct. Do you still live with your mom?”

That one shocks, a genuine, full belly laugh from him. The concern on Evan’s face is beginning to grow, and Tommy waves him off. 

“No, it’s nothing like that. My place is just…a little unfinished at the moment, is all.”

Evan’s apartment was so put together it had honestly taken Tommy aback the first time he’d gotten a good look at it He didn’t know what he’d been expecting but it hadn’t been anything this nice, clean, or stylish, and the next opportunity he’d had to linger and poke around…with fewer distractions…he had quickly reevaluated the person he’d assumed Evan to be based on first impressions alone.

It had been his first in a long chain of lessons he’d learnt to never underestimate Evan Buckley. It had also made him feel slightly…lacking.

“Okay,” Evan says slowly, he’s using that tone of voice that usually means he already has a succession of twenty questions in the barrel and was just barely holding back from pulling the trigger.  “Unfinished, how?”

Tommy scratches at the side of his nose before he can stop himself. A nervous tick. “Well, I bought it with the intention of renovating it myself--my first job was working for a contractor–but I, uh, kept getting a little side tracked.”

Evan shrugs. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“You haven’t seen it yet…” Tommy warns.

Evan’s smile slides sideways. “Yeah, and don’t you think it’s a little unfair that Eddie’s seen your place and your boyfriend hasn't?”

He feels silly, but Tommy can’t stop the way his stomach goes hot and squirmy every time Evan says it. Boyfriend–like it’s a pearl cupped lovingly on the bed of his tongue. 

It’s Tommy’s turn to roll his eyes. He reaches out, covering Evan’s damp hand with his own and offering him a direct, hot-eyed look. “I’m not trying to impress Eddie.”

His words have their intended effect, Evan grins and ducks his head, cheeks going pleasantly red. 

Evan laces their fingers together. “I don’t care how rough it is around the edges, I want to see every part of you,” he says, devastatingly sincere. 

Every time Tommy thinks he’s gotten an upper hand on his feelings, Evan throws him for a loop. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

Evan’s grin spreads across his face like soft butter on toast. “You got it.”

[aiartwerk]

Carpenter A confident female carpenter working on wood in a workshop. With her curly hair tied back, safety glasses, and tools in hand, she is fully focused on her craft. Wood shavings and sparks surround her as she smoothly planes a piece of wood. Her robust physique adds to the image’s emphasis on empowerment and craftsmanship.

Construction Worker This image portrays a construction worker standing proudly on a construction site, donning a hard hat and tool belt. Her dusty outfit and powerful stance amidst cranes and scaffolding show her strength and dedication to the job, surrounded by a backdrop of a large industrial site under construction.

Crane Operator A woman sits inside a crane cabin, wearing a hard hat and work gloves, operating heavy machinery with intense focus. The interior of the cabin is filled with dials and switches, capturing the mechanical aspect of her job. The background is a vast construction site, highlighting the scale of her work.

Race Car Driver A striking woman in a yellow racing suit stands confidently in front of a Formula 1 race car. Her stance is powerful, with arms akimbo, as she commands attention amidst the high-energy backdrop of a race track. Her sleek outfit and the car’s detailed design contribute to the fast-paced energy of the scene.

Electrician This image showcases an African-American woman working as an electrician, kneeling down amidst a tangle of wires and cables. She holds a tool in her hand while sparks fly around her. Her expression is calm and composed as she works with precision in a high-stress environment.

Firefighter A fierce female firefighter stands in front of a blazing fire, exuding strength and bravery. Her orange firefighter suit is charred, and her face is determined as she readies herself for action. The flames in the background highlight the danger and intensity of her profession.

Pilot A stylish and commanding woman stands in front of a large airplane, dressed in a crisp pilot’s uniform. Her tailored black jacket and cap emphasize her authority and professionalism. The jet behind her and the blue skies reflect her role as a leader in aviation.

Lumberjill A woman in plaid and work jeans is in the midst of chopping logs in a forest clearing. Her strong arms grip an ax as she focuses on the task at hand. The sunlight filtering through the trees adds warmth to the image, emphasizing her connection to the land and hard work.

Mechanic In a garage setting, a female mechanic works on a car, her hands covered in grease. Her denim overalls cling to her toned frame as she holds a tool, surrounded by equipment and automotive parts. Her intense expression shows focus, dedication, and passion for her trade.

Soldier A soldier stands at attention amidst a battlefield, her body armored and weapon at her side. Her camo fatigues blend into the war-torn environment, while her fierce, unyielding gaze suggests experience and readiness for the challenges ahead.

Plumber A woman kneels beside a kitchen sink, tools in hand, as she works on the plumbing. Her determined expression and sturdy overalls emphasize her hands-on approach to fixing things. The homey kitchen setting contrasts with her industrial tools, blending domestic and technical elements.

Power Line Worker High above the ground, a woman works on power lines, equipped with a tool belt and safety gear. She balances on a wooden beam, her face focused as she repairs wiring. The towering power poles and bright sky in the background add scale and drama to the scene.

Spaceship Pilot Inside a futuristic spaceship, a young woman pilots the craft, surrounded by high-tech controls. Her white and black spacesuit glows in the colorful lights of the console, and the cosmos stretches out beyond the window. The vastness of space outside complements her focused expression as she navigates.

Submariner In the depths of the ocean, a woman operates the controls of a high-tech submarine. The control room is dimly lit with screens glowing, showing the sea life outside. Sharks swim past the large windows, creating a mysterious and adventurous atmosphere as she guides the vessel.

Welder A woman stands confidently in front of a welding torch, sparks flying around her. Her protective gloves and helmet highlight the dangers of her job, but her composed expression suggests mastery of her craft. The industrial setting around her adds a sense of strength and power to the scene.

Each image is crafted with ultra-realistic detail, featuring vivid 3D rendering and high-resolution 4K quality. The colors are bold and striking, with detailed lighting that brings out the textures in their environments, outfits, and the characters themselves. Each woman is depicted with strength and beauty, emphasizing her role in her respective profession while challenging traditional gender stereotypes.

These characters not only represent women of power but also pay homage to diversity by showcasing African American women in impactful, aspirational roles.

[hmmarble]

HMMARBLEDESİGN - DRAGON+ (5)

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