#memorial day sale jewelry

[san-francisco-jewelry-store]

Christmas Jewelry Sale San Francisco with Luxe Deals

The holiday season brings an abundance of celebrations, and one of the best ways to make it even more special is with a stunning piece of jewelry. If you are in San Francisco, you’re in luck because the city’s Christmas jewelry sale offers some of the best deals for those looking to buy elegant pieces for themselves or their loved ones. Whether you're searching for engagement rings Christmas sale offers or are after a timeless piece of jewelry, this year’s sales promise to offer irresistible options.

Why San Francisco’s Christmas Jewelry Sales Are Special

San Francisco is known for its vibrant culture and elegance, and during the holiday season, it becomes even more magical with special events and sales. Jewelry lovers can take advantage of Christmas jewelry deals and find stunning rings, necklaces, bracelets, and more at prices that can’t be beaten. If you’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to purchase Christmas jewelry on sale, now is the time.

Engagement Rings Christmas Sale A Perfect Gift for the Holidays

Are you planning to pop the question this holiday season? The engagement rings Christmas sale in San Francisco is the ideal place to find the perfect ring to celebrate your love. With discounted prices, many jewelers in the city are offering engagement rings in all styles, from classic solitaires to vintage-inspired designs. These deals make it easier for you to find a stunning piece that fits your budget while still being able to impress with a top-quality ring.

Thanksgiving Jewelry Deals Early Bird Specials

Before the Christmas season truly kicks off, the Thanksgiving jewelry deals are the perfect opportunity to jumpstart your holiday shopping. These pre-holiday sales feature beautiful pieces of jewelry, including diamond necklaces, gold bracelets, and fashion-forward earrings, at reduced prices. Whether you're buying for a loved one or treating yourself to something special, Thanksgiving sales in San Francisco allow you to get ahead of the rush while still enjoying fabulous deals on high-quality jewelry.

Discover Amazing Christmas Jewelry Deals

The Christmas jewelry sale is one of the most anticipated events for shoppers looking for great deals. During the holiday season, San Francisco stores are brimming with festive sales, showcasing a range of jewelry from fine diamonds to more affordable, yet stylish options. Whether you're browsing for a Christmas jewelry on sale for a loved one or exploring the Christmas deals on jewelry, you're sure to find a treasure that fits your needs.

What You Can Expect from After Christmas Jewelry Sales

As the Christmas season comes to a close, the after Christmas jewelry sales offer some of the best post-holiday deals. This is when you’ll find clearance items and last-minute discounts on pieces that didn’t quite find their home under the tree. It’s an excellent opportunity to pick up quality pieces at bargain prices, with many retailers offering up to 70% off select items. Don't miss out on these incredible offers to score a stunning piece of jewelry that could have cost much more earlier in the season.

Memorial Day Sale Jewelry Get Ready for the Next Big Jewelry Event

While we are currently in the midst of the Christmas shopping frenzy, it’s always good to plan ahead. Memorial Day sale jewelry events are another significant opportunity for jewelry lovers to shop. These sales offer fantastic discounts on a wide range of jewelry, from engagement rings to necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. By keeping an eye on memorial day sale jewelry promotions throughout the year, you can plan your purchases and enjoy substantial savings when the time comes.

Best Time to Shop Christmas Jewelry Sale in San Francisco

If you are in San Francisco, you’ll find that the Christmas jewelry sale is the perfect time to shop for all your holiday jewelry needs. Major jewelry stores, local boutiques, and online retailers alike offer some of the best deals of the year. Whether you're looking for Thanksgiving jewelry sale discounts or preparing for after-Christmas bargains, San Francisco's sales have something for everyone.

Christmas Jewelry on Sale The Best Deals Await

The Christmas jewelry sale in San Francisco is not just about finding high-end pieces at a discount—it’s about the entire experience. From the beautifully decorated stores to the festive atmosphere, there’s no better time to shop for jewelry. Many of these sales focus on fine jewelry, with a wide selection of diamonds, gemstones, and precious metals. Whether you’re hunting for a new engagement rings Christmas sale or looking to add some sparkle to your collection, the deals are too good to ignore.

Shopping for Christmas Jewelry Tips and Tricks

When shopping for jewelry during the holiday season, it’s easy to get caught up in the excitement of finding the perfect piece. Here are some tips for making the most of your Christmas jewelry deals experience

Know Your Budget Whether you are shopping for a special gift or treating yourself, it’s important to establish a budget. Many stores offer tiered discounts, so knowing your price range will help you choose the right jewelry for you.

Look for Timeless Pieces Jewelry is an investment, so choose pieces that will last. Look for classic styles that never go out of fashion, like simple gold or diamond pieces that can be worn every day.

Shop Early If you are eyeing a specific piece, don’t wait until the last minute. Jewelry sales can get crowded, and the best deals may be taken quickly. Shopping early ensures that you have a wide selection to choose from.

Why San Francisco’s Christmas Jewelry Sales are Worth the Visit

San Francisco offers an array of shopping experiences, but the holiday jewelry sales are among the most exciting. The Thanksgiving jewelry deals and Christmas jewelry deals in San Francisco provide an unmatched variety of jewelry options, from traditional to trendy. Whether you're shopping for a loved one or indulging in a little self-care, the city’s sales offer plenty of opportunities to find stunning pieces at unbeatable prices.

After Christmas Jewelry Sales Great Discounts, Big Savings

While the Christmas jewelry on sale deals are excellent, don’t overlook the post-Christmas discounts. The after Christmas jewelry sales feature jewelry that needs to be moved out to make way for new stock, which means retailers are eager to offer unbeatable deals. If you didn’t quite find the right piece during the holiday season, after-Christmas sales might provide the best opportunity for snagging a quality piece at a fraction of the original price.

Luxe Jewelry Deals in San Francisco

This holiday season, San Francisco offers a variety of Christmas jewelry sale events that provide access to some of the most luxurious pieces at exceptional prices. From engagement rings Christmas sale offers to Thanksgiving jewelry deals, there’s no shortage of ways to save on stunning jewelry. With the added bonus of Christmas jewelry on sale after Christmas and upcoming sales like Memorial Day sale jewelry, it's the perfect time to invest in a timeless piece.

So, whether you're in the market for a special gift or treating yourself to something beautiful, San Francisco’s Christmas jewelry sales have everything you need to shine this holiday season. Keep an eye on the upcoming Christmas jewelry deals and be ready to take advantage of these remarkable discounts to make your season even more special.

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[boundless-ennui]

As you can see I am not to be trusted with resin and silk flowers. I will not be stopped in this, however. I am too clever. I will hide flowers in my shoes to smuggle in.

This set is in my shop! I did that first! I'm so cool. boundlessennui.myshopify.com

[sparkledlotus]

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[jorilovesfun]

You hold the key to my heart (and it's on sale!)

[kaash-customs]

Memorial Day Sale | 40% off and 25% Extra Discount

Join us in commemorating Memorial Day with a remarkable sale at Kaash Customs! For a limited time, enjoy an incredible 40% off on our exquisite collection of personalized and engraved jewelry. But that's not all, we're also offering an extra 25% discount to make this Memorial Day gift shopping experience even more special. Make this Memorial Day truly memorable by surprising your loved ones with a gift that speaks from the heart.

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[insomniumstella]

baby, she's all yours

bucky x fem!reader

warnings: free use (consent to be "used" anytime & anywhere), explicit language, fingering, oral (m! and f! receiving), a sprinkle of degradation, a sprinkle of breeding kink, dom!bucky, public sex, light spanking, daddy kink (i should be stopped). this one is bad, so it goes without saying, but MDI

word count: 1,240

author's note: this is a lil' story in celebration of kinktober, which time won't permit me to participate in, but my thoughts always wanted to. ➼ sharp, but oh so gentle

James was hesitant to explore the concept you described as free use at first, and maybe a fraction scared. The two of you had been dating for close to three years, and though things were great, the idea of you introducing free use into the bedroom days after knife play troubled him. His heart has always been heavy with the notion of being too difficult to love and too bothersome to deal with, but you made him feel enough; more than. Special in public when you would proudly hold his hand, and special in the comfort of plush sheets when you would let him cherish you — use and mould you into a drooling mess, obeying every demand. Was proposing a fresh kink a silent plead to advise him you have gotten bored? 

As it turned out, it was. Kind of. The itch beneath your skin urging you to explore foreign waters wasn’t boredom but rather lust. Fiery hot and addicting type of lust that ignited every nerve ending in your body around him. Still does. Introducing Bucky to free use was the best—and the most deliciously infuriating—thing to soothe your constant yearning for his touch. 

It caught you off guard, the first time he complied with the request. Steve had recently purchased an apartment in Brooklyn and organised a small housewarming celebration. You slipped out of the living room and into the kitchen once your glass turned empty, oblivious to the very needy pair of eyes studying you. The music muffled your soft moans then, as James fingered you against the blonde’s new refrigerator, suffocating the whines his thick fingers caused with passionate kisses. 

The second time it happened, it was winter. Powdery layers of snow covered the entirety of New York City, and, as the sun laid to rest for the evening, the streets seemed magical. James and you were rushing to Natasha’s birthday dinner, stopping by Bergdorf Goodman for a last-minute gift. Time around holidays is always strenuous, but the missions almost doubled last year, rustles of a deadly biochemical weapon dampening the joy of Christmas and stealing your attention away from getting Natasha a gift early. Bucky tackled the three bottom floors whilst you handled the other three, scouring the variety of fine jewelry and designer clothing. As fate would have it, a gorgeous sequinned dress piqued your interest, the colour of it overly harsh for the redhead’s complexion but perfectly complimenting to yours. James practically pleaded for you to model it, assuring nobody would notice you being late a minute or two. Desire waltzed in his eyes when you agreed at last, twirling around to present the garment and flaunt how well it flattered your curves. He shoved the two of you into the private dressing room once the sales associate disappeared to bring out a pair of matching heels, closing the curtains and hiking the dress up to your waist. “Be good for me,” he spoke, undoing his zipper and slipping the tip of his cock into your dripping heat, “you wouldn’t want employees to hear us, would you, doll?” You couldn’t think of the gift you ended up buying Natasha, but you can still remember sobbing into Bucky’s hand as his hips feverishly snapped into yours.  

Sometimes, that particular memory makes you wonder if introducing James to free use was a mistake — you’d be lying if you said it was because the thrill of being played with at times you least expect is exhilarating. The agreement caused many risky scenarios, though. There was that instance of Bucky between your legs, lapping at your core during a video call with your sister. The wooden desk shielded him from view as he relished you, but the grimaces on your features were a smidge more difficult to camouflage. “You taste incredible, baby,” Bucky mumbled, flesh and metal hands gripping the softness of your exposed thighs, before eagerly licking your clit. “Couldn’t ever get enough of this pussy.” You inadvertently moaned thrice during the call, disguising the sinful sounds by feigning coughs and attributing your strange demeanour to a common cold. “Tell her the truth,” James teased then, slipping a metal digit inside your needy hole, and you sneakily slapped his shoulder. The unsuspecting woman on screen continued to babble about her upcoming visit as you hit the mute button on your computer because the man below you had zero intentions of easing up. “Can feel you squeezin’,” he groaned, slipping a couple more of his metal digits inside. “Please end the call, peach, so I could fuck you atop this desk already.” 

There was also the time he got annoyed on a road trip, freeing his cock and guiding your head downward to silence your complaints about his driving on unpaved roads. “Be a good girl and put that mouth to better use,” he grunted as you licked drops of pre-cum off his skin. “Na uh, doll,” with his left arm on the steering wheel, James forced the entirety of his length into your mouth, “we ain’t got time for any foreplay shit right now.” 

Furthermore, introducing him to free use is the reason for your current predicament — being bent over the sink at a local bar with Bucky balls deep inside you. 

“Takin’ me so well, sweetheart.” James praises, catching your gaze in the grimy mirror before spanking your velvety hips. “My girl’s such a slut for me, letting me play with her in a random pub’s bathroom.” It’s more of an observation than dirty talk, and you bite back a moan, nodding. “Bet you’re always thinking about daddy’s big cock, wishing you could be bursting full of me forever, aren’t you?” A harsh spank lands on your scorching skin when you don’t immediately answer. “I asked you a question, peach.”

“Yes,” you sob, digging your manicured nails into the base of your palm. “Love it—,” another wail slips past your swollen lips, “love it when you use me, daddy.” 

The pace of his hips slamming into yours remains brutal as he studies your expression in the mirror. “Look at you,” he clutches your chin, the slight pain of it forcing you to peel your eyes open, “my baby’s so fucked out, she’s having trouble speaking.” The steady pulse of your approaching orgasm heightens as Bucky admires the whimpering mess that is you, leaning lower until the slight stubble on his jaw tickles your ear. “Should I let you finish, or should I leave you all desperate and stuffed full of my cum until happy hour’s over?” 

“Please,” you plead, “I’m so close.” 

“That’s too—,” James chuckles through a groan as his own orgasm bursts in syrupy waves, “—bad.” The rhythm of his movements falters and then stops, and if tears weren’t streaming down your face already, you would’ve cried at the loss of contact, feeling terribly empty without Bucky to keep you warm. Though you don’t say a word to him, he can sense your frustration, the weight of your emotions lingering in the atmosphere around you. Slithering his metal hands between your legs, he pushes the cum that leaked out back inside you, thrusting a couple times to soothe your disappointment before withdrawing his touch and shoving your discarded panties into the pocket of his jacket. “Don’t let it drip out if you want a reward when we get home.” A lazy grin stretches across his features. “I promise to make it worth your while.” 

[luvjunie]

— less is more

pairing: e-42!miles morales x fem!reader

contains: some tears, a little misunderstanding but a fluffy ending

summary: miles makes quite a bit of cash from his jobs, and with his love language being gift giving he often likes to spend a lot of it on you. however, you didn’t grow up with much, and this makes it especially hard for you to accept such expensive things from him without feeling overwhelmed. wc: 1,224

a/n: based off this request! some people might find this reader easier to relate to so i definitely wanted to write it

Gifts were something that came with the territory of dating Miles Morales. Big bouquets, flashy accessories, shopping sprees at the mall, and probably every single stuffed animal he’d ever caught you eyeing whenever the two of you went out. If you so much as looked at it, it was on your fire escape the next morning. At this point, you had so many on your bed that you were starting to run out of room to sleep.

And you knew he meant well, and you tried your best to enjoy it the way you imagined you should but it was all so foreign to you. Your life was much different before you met him, and it was more along the lines of nervously checking your bank account to see if you had enough cash to buy a five dollar starbucks drink to ‘treat yourself’, or if you’d have to wait till next week’s paycheck for blended coffee with some whipped cream on top.

Most of your clothes were hand-me-downs from your older siblings, or duds you’d secured from the Salvation Army a few blocks down on the colored-tag sale days, and that was the way you liked it. Humble beginnings is where you came from and humble was the way you intended to keep it.

So now as you stared down at the small jewelry box in your hands, Tiffany & Co embellishing the top in silvered letters, trepidation began coursing through you at the size of the box alone. Anything that came in a tiny package such as the one you were holding was bound to cost more than anything you’d ever managed to buy yourself. You realized you must have been lost in thought as you sat gawking at the untouched gift, because your boyfriend’s voice sounded like it was underwater the first few times he called out to you.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” You blinked, looking up at Miles from where you were seated on his bed to see him leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

“Go ‘head and open it, don’t leave me hanging.” Miles joked, brows bunched slightly in confusion.

“Oh— right,” you laughed half-heartedly. Swallowing hard, you gently pried the small box open with hesitant fingers to reveal the prettiest diamond necklace you think you’ve ever seen. Light glinting off the encrusted jewel, Miles waited with bated breath as he watched your hand tremble towards it, a choked inhale catching in your throat as you felt the weight of the pendant alone.

“Well?” he asked quietly.

“How much was this?” Your throat felt tight; uncomfortably so, like the air in the room suddenly wasn’t the kind you were meant to breathe.

Miles glanced to the side for a moment, then stood up straighter. “I mean, I paid for it if that’s what you’re asking...”

“How much was this, Miles?” Voice trembling when you spoke, you asked again but louder, and this time he knew you actually wanted an answer.

Confused because he didn’t take you for the materialistic type, he racked his brain for the memory of the total the clerk had read out to him and scratched his forehead.

“Like… three hundred and some change…maybe? Probably four? I don’t remember. Why does this matter?” He let out a peeved sigh, eyes widening as he watched your shoulders start to shake.

“Ay, mi amor, ¿que pasa? (what’s wrong, my love?)” Miles asked gently as he rushed to sit next to you, taking the jewelry box from your loose hold. He looked down at it disappointedly, lips pursing at the necklace he’d spent so long picking out. He thought you would’ve loved it. “You don’t like it? I can get you somethin’ better—“

“No, Miles. I… It’s perfect.” Warm tears rolled past your waterline and you wiped them away in a rush, aggravated that you were even crying in front of him about something like this. How could you explain yourself without sounding ungrateful or confusing him even more?

Miles licked at his dry lips as he tried to think of what to say. He was usually so good at reading your body language, but this time he was completely lost. You could see it on his expression when you looked at him that he was having a hard time understanding what was going on, and it only made you cry harder.

“No entiendo… (I don’t understand…)” He set the box down next to him and took your hands into his, head lowered to try and meet your averted gaze. “I’m lost.. If it’s perfect, then what’s wrong?”

You inhaled a wavered breath, the feeling of his thumbs rubbing the backs of your hands serving as encouragement for you to go on.

“I just…” taking a breath, your shoulders shrugged weakly. “You spending money on me like this, I— It feels like I’m using you. You should be spending your hard earned money on things for yourself, or… saving it for better things, not spending it on me.”

“Money is nothing to me when it comes to you.” he denied immediately.

“I know, and that’s the problem.” Your lips trembled, but thankfully you were able to prevent more tears from coming.

“Y/n, I—“

“Just, please. Let me finish.” You pleaded quietly, looking up to see him slowly nod at you. “I love you, Miles, and that means I love everything you do for me as well. But I’m not used to things like this.” you looked in the direction of the overturned jewelry box. “It’s a lot.”

Silence filled the space around the two of you. You felt incredibly guilty for even bringing it up, it was never your intention to make him feel this way. There was an energy shift and you could sense him regressing back to the version of him that once didn’t know how to express his love for you.

“I’m sorry.” he murmured simply. He didn’t know what else to say, he didn’t even understand, but he offered it to you anyway.

“No no no, Miles,” You guided his doleful eyes back to you with a hand on his cheek, your tone sincere. “I love the way you love me, really, I do. You don’t have anything to apologize for. It’s not your fault— I’m just not that kind of girl and I don’t know if I ever will be. But the way I grew up and the things I’m used to have nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me, okay?”

He frowned slightly. “So… No more gifts, then?”

You shook your head. “Giving me nice things is how you show your love towards me, I know that, and it would be unfair for me to take that from you. I’d be crazy to not appreciate how you’re always thinking of me wherever you go.”

Chewing on your thoughts, you contemplated the best way to give your answer.

“Okay, so it’s like this,” you sat up a bit. “You could give me a rock, and I’d cherish it like it was the best thing in the entire world, simply because you gave it to me. What I’m trying to say is how expensive the gift is doesn’t matter, all that matters is that my wonderful—“ your head dipped to meet his avoidant eyes. “caring, and thoughtful boyfriend got it for me. I don’t care about the money, I only care that it came from you.”

Miles brightened a little at that, and started to put things together after your explanation. “So, I can still get you nice things, but… less is more?”

A melancholic smile touched your lips before you pecked his cheek. “Less is more.”

He picked the small jewelry box up from the bed. He understood you completely now, but was still a bit bummed. “Does that mean I have to return this?”

You immediately shook your head. “Of course not, baby. I love it, and I think it’s beautiful. Just keep what I said in mind for next time, okay?” He nodded and you turned your back towards him so he could put it on for you.

“Good, cause I kinda lost the receipt.” Miles smiled coyly at the slightly shaky laugh that sounded from you as he unclasped the necklace, draping it over your chest and fastening it.

You peered down at the gorgeous piece around your neck, gently gracing over it with your fingertips. Your heart warmed at the thought of him picking it out for you, how he spotted something this beautiful and needed you to have it. You had to admit, it was absolutely stunning and you didn’t think you’d be taking it off any time soon. Even if the price of it had almost sent you into shock, you were more than grateful to have a boyfriend like him.

“Thank you, Miles. I love it, really.” You faced him once again with your confession, the sincerity laced in your tone accentuating the adoration in your eyes. Your hand caressed the apple of his cheek, it raising when he smiled contently and leaned into your palm. “But I love you, more.”

[smuttysabina]

A Month With Aespa (Ch 1)

(Aespa x Male Reader, 1850 words) Tags: Blowjobs, ownership kink, nice outfits, cum

Many would say that wasting your vast inheritance on such a vulgar thing would be an insult to your grandfather. But you knew the old bastard well enough to know that he would be cackling over how his well-maintained fortune would be wasted. After all, having the entirety of Aespa serve you for a month is worth the immense price that came with such an... indulgence. The gorgeous idols must listen to your every whim, though actions that would bring them lasting harm or hazard their careers were off-limits. The negotiations had been difficult in the extreme, but once enough zeroes had been tacked on to the sales tag the executives had seen reason (Well, that and several of them got vigorously pegged by the maids, the deviants).

So when the promised day comes, the beautiful girls of Aespa arrived at your estate, each of them dressed like dowried princesses. Garbed in elegant gowns, their hair subjected to onerous treatment, bedecked with flashy jewelry, their makeup the work of untold hours. With delicate, measured steps they move down the red carpet towards your (admittedly modest) mansion, eyes locked on the front doors. Looking down at them from the windows above the door, you greedily drink in the heady sight of these idols entering your domain. But it would be a poor host to not welcome such goddesses into your home, and you hurry down to the entryway just as the maids are opening the doors. You greet Aespa with the warmest of smiles, graciously inviting them in and humbly putting yourself at their service. The girls respond with cautious politeness, still not entirely sure as to the exact nature of their stay here.

To ease their minds, you take them on a brief tour of the residence, showing them the more relevant rooms for their stay. You discretely avoid the more... interesting rooms. Grandfather had been quite the randy goat up until his passing, always plowing the maids and relishing in exotic activities with them. So there are more than a few doors in the home that lead to, interesting accoutrements of pleasure. As well as to avoid any awkward revelations, you keep things short as a kindness to the girls, walking about in all that finery is quite exhausting. You end things by their personal rooms for their stay, surely they will want to settle in, and touch up before supper?

The maids give you coy smiles as you watch them prepare a proper meal for your new residents. The Old Man had been fond of helping around the kitchen, and while you ordinarily would honor his memory, you think it wise to show some restraint. After all, you must be at your best for your guests' first meal. Scurrying maids are sent to fetch the idols, no doubt playfully smirking at one another as they gather the girls for their dinner. The ladies enter the dining room in a cavalcade of expense, both in flesh and cloth, as radiant as they were when they first passed through your entryway. Karina in her deep black gown, fringed with lace and concealing her ample bosom; in comparison, Giselle's more modest breasts are on full display, pushed up by shapely dress edged with silver. Winter's attire is as pale as her name, demurely covering her chest while cascading down around her legs. Finally, Ningning is garbed in a dress that puts her lithe legs in the center of attention, while above her breasts are hardly covered as well. The entire ensemble is stunning, truly a feast for the eyes as they array themselves about the table; gracefully sliding onto stools that support their natural poise. You clap your hands, and dinner is served.

A simple three-course meal, supported by some truly excellent wine is laid out for Aespa to enjoy. Comprised mainly of dishes that are unlikely to make a mess (it would hardly be suitable after all the effort they put in for tonight), the ladies dig in with surprising enthusiasm; after all, they will be out of the public's exacting eye until they leave. You entertain them with light conversation, Grandfather didn't raise an uncultured boor after all, gently teasing out details of their lives and helping them relax. Karina leads the conversation, she seems naturally chatty and does a superb job in filling the silence. Giselle serves as a wonderful accompaniment to her, spicing the conversation with saucy stories as well as a healthy helping of sass. The other two, Ningning and Winter, remain mostly quiet throughout, shyly answering questions but rarely sallying forth with their own. After a suitable amount of time has passed (what sort of host would rush his guests?), you politely invite them to the lounge, perhaps they would like a nightcap to round of their meal? They graciously accept, and following you into a perhaps over-decorated parlor (Grandmother had loved her gilt), seating themselves on a pearled couch facing your chair. They sip gingerly at their drinks, enough to be polite but still have control over their senses; eyeing you with expectant curiosity. You had wined and dined them after all, some sort of... appreciation was social implied.

You could hardly be blunt about such things however, even if they were slaved to your whims by contract for the next 31 nights, it would be churlish to outright demand it. Giselle had been the feistiest at dinner, and her bosom was on such provocative display throughout supper... You cock an enquiring eyebrow at her, pointedly glancing at the pillow ever so discretely placed before your armchair. Aespa were hardly blushing virgins, they had undergone the rigors of idol training, no doubt engaging in frantic couplings with their compatriots or subject to extensive lovemaking from fans. So Giselle is able to pick up on your subtle cues, but seems resigned to her oncoming task. With a sigh of faint annoyance, she gathers herself and proceeds to kneel before you, perfectly placed between your outspread legs. She looks up at you with bemusement, a river of defiance still flowing through her as she prepares yourself. With the utmost politeness you tell her, "Upon your breasts, please", and she begins. Taking your already stiffening manhood out of your pants, she lowers her head onto it and takes you in her mouth. In that moment you knew that you were completely justified in your expenditure; even with an utter lack of enthusiasm, Giselle's skills were impeccable, even your lustiest maids could not compare. You unconsciously sigh with pleasure, tastelessly forgetting for a time that you had other guests to entertain, only able to focus solely on this idol's bobbing head... Your breath hikes with excitement, and Giselle pulls off of your cock, stroking it in workmanlike fashion as she angles it towards her exposed breasts. With a groan, you anoint her vast expanses of pale flesh with your creamy seed, long ropes of it spewing over her breasts until they are glistening in the soft lighting.

Giselle gives you a disparaging look as she surveys the mess drying upon her chest, before rudely letting your penis fall back onto your belly unsupported. She stalks back to the couch, rejoining the other girls, who give her glances of silent support and relief. You charmingly request that Winter take her place, and discover that while her countenance may be icy, her mouth is not. Her delicate technique allows you to engage your guests once more however, striking up a conversation with Aespa about their past experiences. Karina, her bubbly personality much more subdued, is still able to to keep up an exchange, studiously ignoring her groupmate's head moving between your thighs. When the time comes, you gently hold Winter steady as your thick semen surges into her warm, inviting mouth. She lets out the meekest noise of disgust as she swallows every last drop, her tongue dutifully milking your shaft until it is totally drained. She then shyly follows the same path Giselle did, and hurriedly sits back down on the couch, drinking her nightcap with much more enthusiasm now.

You take stock, and come to the unfortunate conclusion that your manhood would only be able to perform with any decorum only once more. Which would leave one of the lovely ladies of Aespa bereft of your desert tonight, an unconscionable failing for a host of your impeccable breeding. You muse upon the thorny issue, before deciding upon the most correct course of action that would satisfy all. Beaming, you beckon over both Karina and Ningning, groping around for another pillow so that they would be able to both kneel comfortably. Ningning eyes your slowly shrinking cock with a clinical air, while Karina gives you haltingly awkward smiles as she takes the initiative in leaning towards your crotch. She starts by tenderly kisses and sucking upon you, until your manhood swells up in readiness once more. Then Ningning passionlessly joins in, the both of them licking and kissing up and down your shaft with varying levels of enthusiasm. You sigh at the beautiful sight, the two of them looking up at you as they satisfy every inch of your cock, truly this is a wonderous moment to burn into your memories. You benevolently cup their cheeks in appreciation, thanking them whole-heartedly for such a magnificent performance. Surprisingly, Ningning seems to thaw a bit at your compliments, her reserved manner softening slightly due to your genuine attentions. While their mouths may have been putting on quite the performance, the pair's hands had been hard at work as well; plying your balls and encouraging them to rise to the occasion. An unashamed moan announces the arrival of your final climax, spouting out over both Karina and Ningning's faces, covering them in watery droplets dredge from the depths of your testes. Karina pouts at the mess you made on her makeup, while Ningning shows a vague glimmer of appreciation, while still giving a look of bland revulsion.

The pair rejoin their groupmates on the worn couch, Aespa now putting on a united front as they stare expectantly at you. Winter, looking a touch queasy, Giselle, her out-thrust breasts still sticky with your semen, and Karina and Ningning, faces thoroughly splattered with your seed. With the utmost politeness you sheath your manhood, pleasantly thanking for a wonderful night's entertainment; cordially inviting them to return to their rooms for the night. Of course, should any of them wish yo share your bed, you would be honored to oblige them. Aespa stand and bow graciously, Karina courteously declining your invitation this night, making vague promises for a later date. You smile amiably, shooing them off so that they may recover in peace from this erotic affair; their gifts had been more than satisfactory. They leave the lounge in a far more stilted manner than when they started the evening, their previous grace inhibited by their embarrassment. Truly it had been a marvelous night, and as you yawn and stretch, you muse upon the joys the morning will bring....

(A/N) This is likely to be a multi-chapter work, depending on how well this first one goes I will add more on. This was for sure more of a setup chapter with a good amount of fluff with some spice at the end :3

[babyyhoneyyyyy]

「✦ 🚨 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 🍷 ✦」 - One Shot [h.s]

Storyline: "Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer". Where Lizzie, a devoted homemaker, meets Harry, a police officer in charge of interrogating her after a mysterious fire at her mansion that resulted in the death of her husband. Word count: 4k+ Smut: 🔞 *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

A call to 911 is usually more than enough in emergency situations. 

Within minutes, the sound of sirens envelops you, with bright lights in red and blue hues cutting through the space as if they belong to it, receiving professional help from specialized teams while they try to talk to you and understand the situation. But after that, a sense of shock takes over, making you question whether what you're experiencing is part of a third-dimensional movie, distorting your own reality and transporting you to an alternate dimension for the most part.

That's exactly how Lizzie felt after flames consumed a large part of her property. She had sensed the smoke penetrating her nostrils, but what truly disturbed her was the buzz of screams. Cries from a man calling her name that quickly faded into whispers.

Lizzie found herself unable to react in any way other than trying to escape, seeking to reach him and see what was happening. However, the house seemed to be crumbling around her, and eventually, she fainted before reaching the door. That was the only clear memory she retained from that day; everything else started with a distant voice calling her, waking her up to find herself under a white ceiling and the scent of disinfectant.

Her stay in the hospital lasted just a day, more as a precautionary measure than for any injuries, of which, fortunately, she was free. She was in almost perfect condition, something that surprised even the doctors themselves.

But for that reason, when they confirmed her health, they chose to deliver the news to her without any euphemisms.

Contrary to her, her husband wasn't as fortunate. Apparently, the fire originated in his own studio, giving him no chance to escape and consuming him with the flames.

She had become a widow.

Her lawyer presented himself as her main support, assisting her in the necessary procedures to change her documents, update them, and allowing her to handle the move, the funeral, and subsequently, the burial.

Finally, when all that concluded, Lizzie was met with a sigh from her lawyer, who handed her a small envelope. She accepted it, while he observed her for a few more minutes before leaving his office.

A lump tightened Lizzie's throat; anxiety ran through her veins saturating all her senses as her hands trembled slightly when opening the envelope. And suddenly, everything around her seemed to freeze when she saw her name written alongside her original last name, followed by the phrase 'widow of Montecarlo,' and the text culminated with 'an entirety in inheritance'.

Lizzie closed her eyes for a moment. She knew the implications of that, beyond any property, money, jewelry, or cars, beyond any tangible thing she could conceive in her mind. This represented a new beginning, one she hadn't even imagined when she got married at the young age of eighteen.

She swallowed hard as she placed the envelope in the safe and let out a final sigh as she left the office, returning to her room. She walked through various rooms overflowing with classical décor.

Her heels echoed on the wooden floors, allowing their sound to reverberate through the rooms. The house was deserted; her lawyer had already left, and there was no trace of any household staff, as per her own request. She had decided to give them all a break, especially those who had also managed to escape unscathed from the fire in her previous property, which was already under renovation. She had determined that once it was ready, she would put it up for sale immediately. She couldn't bear the idea of walking through that house again.

The last door at the end of the hallway on the second floor housed her bedroom. It was a master bedroom that, at that moment, only contained her belongings still packed in suitcases, lacking any visible decoration.

However, as she approached, the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house.

Lizzie halted her steps and instinctively checked the delicate diamond watch on her wrist. It was six in the evening, and she hadn't scheduled any visits.

She hesitated for a moment, considering whether to go back to the first floor just to attend to an unexpected visitor, but the doorbell rang again, possibly indicating the urgency of the person. With a sigh, she turned her body and descended the wide stairs leading to the entrance and, finally, to her door.

The doorbell rang once more just as her hand reached for the handle, and she couldn't help but display a slightly annoyed expression when she opened the door, finding a tall man standing in front of her, causing her to pause for a moment.

The individual in question had a distinctive presence, with a young face and well-defined features, and although his hair seemed short, it revealed some curls. However, what unquestionably caught Lizzie's attention the most was his uniform.

It was an official attire consisting of a white shirt, a bulletproof vest with letters marked on the chest, and to add even more, a prominent badge was situated above it.

Lizzie felt her heart start to beat faster and chose not to say anything until the man interpreted it as a signal to introduce himself.

Unlike her furrowed brow, the young man immediately responded with a small smile, revealing dimples on his face. He glanced down for a moment, and Lizzie noticed he held a small notebook in his hands. Then, a husky voice spoke, "Miss Elizabeth?" Lizzie simply nodded. "I'm Harry Styles, the police officer in charge of your case".

The moment these words were spoken, Lizzie felt time speed up. She quickly blinked as she nodded and stepped aside at the door, allowing the man, whom she now identified as Harry, to step onto her property.

When they entered the main room together, she led the way and settled into one of the armchairs, gesturing for the young man to do the same before the door closed behind them. Lizzie avoided looking down to ensure her ring remained on her ring finger. Instead, she kept her gaze forward, watching Harry's subtle movements closely as he settled into the luxurious sofa and casually glanced around.

"Would you like some water?" she suddenly asked, catching him completely off guard. Although she didn't even know where that question came from, realizing that there wouldn't be another offer due to the absence of staff in the house, she thought it would be a kind gesture before they began.

"No, thank you". He finally responded after a moment's thought, grateful but with a half-smile, declining the offer. He had received strict instructions from his boss not to get distracted from his task. This was his first field mission, so he preferred not to mess it up.

"Cookies?"

Once again, his answer was negative, feeling increasingly embarrassed as he saw the woman's expression, who nodded gently and pouted slightly as she resigned herself back to the sofa.

Harry couldn't help but smile, clearing his throat before returning his gaze to the small notebook in his hands.

"Okay, I think we can start now".

The inquiries about that night varied in their formulation, from questions like "What were you doing when you heard the noise?" to "Were you nearby when you noticed the house was on fire?". Each one required an answer that related to and understood the situation.

Lizzie sensed that this was an interrogation aimed at connecting the loose ends, in case they found any evidence against her, so she made an effort to recall the events of that night accurately, inevitably reliving them.

At least an additional hour passed, she noted once again the clock on her wrist, confirming that more time had elapsed and that now only the dim artificial light of the living room illuminated the space. This incident was due to a malfunction, as she hadn't visited this house in many years and it was evident that there were still pending repairs. Despite this, she decided not to mention it to the policeman, preferring him to bring it up or simply ignore it. However, as the conversation became more casual, he didn't mention it.

The questions about the incident of that night gradually faded away, giving way to lighter questions, and it was only then that Lizzie decided to join him.

"Do you have a girl?" The question hung in the air as Harry observed her intently. Lizzie noticed how he ran his tongue over his lips, trying to alleviate the dryness of the conversation, ending with a soft bite on his lower lip before responding.

"No- Uh-" he paused, clearing his throat before continuing. "I've always been very focused on my work, thanks to my parents, so no, I really wouldn't have the time", he expressed, although a slight gesture of frustration crossed his lips before he continued speaking. "I mean, if I were truly interested in someone, I would find the time, but for now, there's no one". He concluded his explanation with a light sigh.

Harry awaited with some tension, anticipating a sarcastic response from Lizzie, considering the twists and turns he had taken to reach his explanation, however, instead of that, he saw her nod with a understanding expression on her face. A comforting relief washed over Harry in that moment, as if Lizzie's silent confirmation somehow validated his words and nerves.

Why did he suddenly feel so nervous?

"May I know the reason for the question?" he inquired after a few moments, waiting for a brief explanation of the young woman's interest, although in reality he showed more curiosity about her response. Harry watched as Lizzie's dark eyes settled on his face once again, subtly descending to his hands, still intertwined in his lap as he leaned slightly towards her. His heart began to beat quickly again as he followed her gaze.

"I don't see a ring on your finger". Lizzie responded with a slight shrug, initially downplaying the question, something that Harry found indecipherable whether he liked it or not.

"Aren't you too young to have been married?" he suddenly asked, on impulse as he tried to delve into the topic, although he almost immediately regretted the inopportune nature of his question.

Although the intention was good, the question came off as bold, especially given the situation he knew the woman was in. Harry lowered his gaze, feeling a lump in his throat as silence lingered, trying to find a quick way to change the subject.

Lizzy, on the contrary, continued to watch him, aware that the real question was implicit: «Aren't you too young to be a widow?» Still, she decided to answer: "Yes, I am".

"Excuse my boldness". Were the words she received barely after her response. Lizzie hesitated for a moment whether those apologies were genuine, for if they were, he wouldn't have waited for her response. However, this didn't bother her; rather, she found it entertaining..

"Don't worry", she replied with a nod of her head, maintaining a hidden smile as she looked down for a moment. "It's not the first time I've heard that".

Harry fell silent as he watched the woman rise from her seat, feeling his heart beat hard, fearing being expelled from the house for his audacity. However, he began to relax as he saw the young woman head towards a corner of the room, a little away from him, where a wide collection of bottles rested on a shelf. Her hand rested on one of them, dissipating the tension in the air.

"Would you like some?" Lizzie asked Harry, gently lifting a glass of whiskey. Harry was forced to swallow before answering: "I can't". He admitted sincerely.

Lizzie simply nodded and returned to her glass, taking another sip before sitting in front of him on the sofa. All while Harry watched her attentively.

"I understand", she replied after another sip. "I just wanted you to know that you're passing up the best whiskey in the country". Harry's smile was the response Lizzie was hoping for to continue. "But if that's not an option for you and that's why you're not having it, the offer of cookies still stands".

Harry's eyes repeatedly slid over Lizzie's face. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that drove him to keep looking at her. Perhaps it was her apparent youth, her glow despite her recent husband's death, or the feeling of prohibition by remaining in her house after the interrogation had concluded.

However, the time that had passed was enough for him to regret his decision.

"In fact, I'll accept the offer this time". He announced.

And for the first time that night, he noticed a similarity between her and himself: a dimple that appeared on her cheek when she smiled.

"Perfect".

For at least a quarter of an hour, time passed. Harry found distraction in admiring the architecture and luxury while Lizzie busied herself in the kitchen. In the distance, Harry caught the sweet aroma of the cookies, awakening his appetite as he waited eagerly. Finally, he saw Lizzie approach with a tray, possibly silver, and place it on the central table of the living room. It was then that he realized there was not only food, but also liquids.

In his eagerness to discover, Harry neglected the cookies as his hand quickly reached for the glass of white liquid next to the main plate. He contemplated the liquid for a moment, feeling its warmth on his fingers before perceiving a soft voice rising beside him, at the same time that the sofa slightly gave way under his weight.

"I refrained from adding alcohol. There's only milk", he heard her laugh as he held the glass between his hands, not daring to look to the side. "You can try it to confirm".

Harry closed his eyes briefly, letting the voice fill his senses.

From the moment she entered the house, he had ignored the sweet scent of her perfume. He avoided looking at her bare legs when she crossed them during the conversation. He even refrained from looking at her for too long while she spoke.

However, he ended up doing exactly the opposite. At this point, he had engraved in his memory the smell of her perfume and constantly wondered how significant it would be. He had memorized her posture, and instead of using his notebook, he kept himself busy by observing her intently.

"Everyone knows that I'm a good girl, officer".

His eyes suddenly opened.

His attention was inevitably drawn to her once more, finding her finally by his side, watching him intently. Time seemed to stand still around them. Harry couldn't discern with certainty what was driving him to act, whether it was simply Lizzie's close presence or the use of the expression "good girl", yet something inside him was beginning to flood him with a comforting sensation, making him feel warm and filled with a desperate longing to get closer to her.

Harry quickly turned, averting his gaze from Lizzie, and refocused his attention on the glass of milk and the cookies still on the tray. Suddenly his craving for food vanished, and he preferred to take a sip of the milk, savoring its sweetness, although it didn't quench his thirst. It wasn't until he had almost finished his drink that he mustered up the courage to face the somber gaze of the woman beside him again.

Harry had faced the feeling of intimidation on various occasions, especially in front of authority figures older than him, with serious countenances. However, this time was different. Sitting next to her, with her large eyes fixed on him, he experienced a strange sense of intimidation, although he couldn't understand why, but instead of rejecting it, he felt a growing curiosity that propelled his body forward.

Unconsciously, he found himself moving closer to her with a subtle motion, with his lips parted and close enough to brush against her face, and at the moment he thought he was about to break the tension, he found himself enveloped in a void.

His confusion was reflected in the widening of his eyes, which blinked a couple of times before returning to the front, where he found Lizzie standing in front of him. His gaze immediately fell, and he moistened his lips, preparing to speak, perhaps to apologize for feeling her distance as discomfort, but before he could say anything, he felt nails digging into his cheeks, lifting his face.

Harry tried to move forward, stretching his arms for more, although he was immediately stopped. His cheeks were released, while his hands were held back.

Quickly, Lizzie had taken the handcuffs that were still on his belt while he became aware of his now more extended position in space, with his legs spread apart, leaving room for her to position herself. Before Harry could understand what was happening, his wrists were trapped in the handcuffs, leaving him restrained in the armchair.

He tried to glance back, but the hands grabbed his cheeks once again, although with more force, ensuring visible marks were left. Forced to keep his focus on her, he could clearly distinguish her: her brown eyes, once bright from the room's light, now seemed darker, fixed on him as she sat on his lap, generating a warmth that consumed him.

He needed to be released. And not just from the handcuffs.

Then time began to pass quickly, just like the palpitations of his heart. His lips parted, seeking to catch his breath, but found only agitation, while small moans escaped from his throat at the wet kisses that left marks on his neck.

He wanted more.

He felt his shirt slipping off his body, feeling a slight coolness on his chest, soon replaced by the warmth of the kisses he received. A hand joined the game, caressing him as he tried to lower the fabric as much as possible, frustrated by the handcuffs that prevented his complete release.

He wanted more.

The hand descended, quickly unbuttoning his pants as he rose on the armchair, holding his weight and that of the woman on him. Both rose enough to pull down his pants to his calves, until he could push himself to remove his shoes and pants with the help of his feet.

But still, he wanted more.

He was beginning to experience a growing desperation as time passed. The palpitations in his chest kept him on edge, rising and falling just enough to provoke sighs, but just when they seemed to be heading where he needed them most, they rose again.

The moans filled the room as Harry began to move more forcefully, trying to seek something more than just a simple rubbing between his underwear and Lizzie's skirt. At first, he thought maybe she would feel sorry for seeing him like that, but seeing her eyes turn back to him without compassion, he realized he was wrong.

His breath caught when he saw Lizzie slowly unbuttoning her blouse, with agonizing slowness. Even when he prepared for his work as a policeman, he had not experienced such painful exercises as seeing her with her naked tits brushing his face, and not being able to feel them. 

"I saw you very thirsty", she whispered, her voice resonating in a softer tone than usual, awakening in Harry a sensitivity he could barely recognize at that moment. "Do you still want milk?"

His eyes brightened at the question, his head nodding before he could articulate a response; that was all Lizzie needed to pick up the half-finished glass of milk and pour it unhesitatingly over her breasts.

Harry paused for a moment, watching the white liquid carelessly spilling over the woman's nipples, seeing how the drops gradually disappeared over the edge of her skirt. He let out a barely audible sigh, unable to contain it, and then shifted his gaze to Lizzie, who looked at him with a mischievous smile, as if she had made a small oversight, although Harry received it with gratitude. He felt so grateful that, if necessary, he would have fallen to his knees to express his gratitude right at that moment.

"Oh, shit".

Lizzie let out a sigh of relief as she held Harry's hair, who finally decided to approach and take one of her breasts in his mouth. She could feel his tongue gently swirling around her nipple, alternating between delicate movements and firmer suctions.

Instinctively, her hands slid over his body, caressing his skin until they reached the edge of her skirt, which was already starting to feel too warm. She sensed Harry's lips slightly parting from her, which prompted her to immediately open her eyes to look at him.

She was met with his angelic face, with green eyes expanding towards her from below, his curly and disheveled hair, his moist face, and his lips with traces of white liquid at the corners. It was an image that was etched in her memory and urged her to act with greater urgency.

She took a deep breath before separating slightly from him, hearing a complaint starting to form on his lips before he fell silent upon realizing that Lizzie's skirt, along with her underwear, was disappearing. Despite feeling close, she had to take a few steps forward to return to Harry's lap, all while he watched her with his dark eyes, showing submission but pretending to hide something more. Lizzie wondered what it could be, but she didn't give it much importance as she returned to her position, feeling his cock more comfortably beneath her, although still covered by his underwear, brushing against her now naked cunt.

No more than a second passed before she refocused on her own pleasure, starting to move in circles around him again, while moans filled the room once more, both hers and Harry's, who, through his sounds, begged for mercy.

The rhythm intensified, leading Lizzie to abandon the circular movements and start with pelvic movements back and forth. Her excitement fluids facilitated the sliding over the cotton fabric of his underwear, allowing her to perceive more than she had imagined.

Contrary to his own satisfaction, Harry couldn't bear it anymore. A mix of excitement, desperation, discomfort, and anger invaded him as he couldn't feel completely satisfied. Although he had obeyed Lizzie's words, seeing her rubbing herself on him without really feeling her touch deeply frustrated him. He found no other way out than to start pushing forcefully, making the woman's body move sharply on top of him, causing her to open her eyes once more.

"Please", he managed to articulate, while his hips moved slightly.

Lizzie watched him for a few additional seconds before a mocking smile appeared on her face.

"Are you that needy for my pussy?"

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, he felt three fingers invading his mouth, silencing him immediately as he sucked and moistened them. Then, as if his prayers had been heard, he felt Lizzie moving slightly away from his lap. He saw her kneel in front of him, taking off his underwear and exposing his erect member.

A sigh escaped his lips as the fingers, soaked with his own saliva and pre-cum, caressed his glans and began to masturbate him with the palm of her hand.

"Fuck me".

His voice emerged without hesitation, rough from the dryness in his tongue and throat, yet irresistibly enticing for Lizzie; eager for Harry.

"Is that an order?" she asked, teasingly. "What do you plan to do if I don't? After all, those handcuffs are in your hands, not mine". The massage on his cock became more vigorous, causing jolts from the fires he felt under her hand.

"Let's try again, officer", she suddenly mentioned, making his eyes close for a moment. His profession hadn't even crossed his mind until that moment, but the prohibition of the moment wasn't what affected him the most, but a fire that resurged within him, rising from his lower part to his chest, filling him with excitement as he heard her.

"Shit- Please, please fuck me".

A fleeting smile appeared on Lizzie's face and quickly disappeared as she sat in the place she had desired so much but from which she had refrained, not suppressing the moan that escaped once she achieved it.

She was about to start more energetic circular movements, finding something to hold on to this time, but her actions were overshadowed by those of the man beneath her, who had taken the lead, pounding forcefully and swiftly, making her sigh softly as she allowed herself to be enveloped by the pleasurable sensation.

Then she realized that Harry's urgency was expressing itself in that way, and she let herself go, allowing him to take the lead even when his hands remained restrained.

Lizzie was forced to hold onto the couch when she found that simply leaning on Harry's shoulders was not enough to withstand the onslaught she felt inside her. Her eyes involuntarily closed, unable to keep her gaze on him for long, while her lips parted in search of air. She only found relief when Harry's tongue joined hers on her neck, leaving the same careless kisses she had given him at the beginning, but this time he decided to intensify the sensations with suctions. Lizzie had no doubt that the marks would remain there for at least a week due to the force with which he made them.

"God- You fuck me so good", she exclaimed, accompanying her groan with a whisper that made Harry open his eyes, becoming hypnotized by the sight of Lizzie's tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. He bit his lower lip to contain his own impending moan.

"I'm so close- Oh fuck! Fuck-". Lizzie's own moans intertwined, becoming more intense, filling the room with their sound, resonating even throughout the house.

Harry sharply inhaled air between his teeth, tilting his head back as he closed his eyes tightly, feeling the electric current running through his body, although he had been avoiding that moment, wanting first to observe Lizzie's reaction, wanting to absorb it completely.

"Look at me", Lizzie's voice pulled him out of his reverie, as she took his chin and forced their gazes to meet once more. "Come on, be good and let me feel you pulsating as you fill me with cum".

Harry struggled to keep his eyes open as he did his best to maintain his gaze on hers, intensifying his rhythm as much as he could, seeing her mouth open as she brought her face closer to his, brushing their lips.

"Harry!- Fuck".

Then climax came for both simultaneously, with their foreheads united and sweat sliding down them. Harry felt Lizzie's cunt walls squeezing his cock, which throbbed inside her, while she experienced a sensation of fullness and warmth, an excitement that ran through her whole body and left her trembling as she moaned softly.

As the minutes passed, their breaths calmed down. Although the atmosphere was still imbued with heat and disorder, Harry finally felt liberated, despite still having his hands handcuffed.

The large clock struck three in the morning when they woke up without realizing how long they had remained in that position. Lizzie noticed the weight on her eyelids, indicating the need for rest, but she was forced to separate from Harry when she felt the burning sensation in her thighs, and the first thing she saw when she got up was the slight smile on Harry's face.

"I don't know if you've had experience as a criminal before, but you look very comfortable with those handcuffs".

The comment only made Harry's smile widen before he opened his eyes and replied: "I can't feel my wrists".

Immediately after, Harry watched as the dimple on Lizzie's face reappeared, but this time accompanied by a genuine laugh.

After he revealed the location of the key that would unlock the handcuffs and she finally managed to free him, she walked to one of the utility rooms in search of a blanket, still naked and feeling the cold air brushing against her skin.

Lizzie focused on her destination, avoiding looking elsewhere, entered the room, took the blanket, and walked out without looking back, ignoring the shadow she had perceived slipping down the hallway.

Once they settled on the sofa in the living room, she watched as Harry's hand reached for the silver tray that had remained on the central table, and he took one of the cookies she had prepared. At that moment, Lizzie suspected that perhaps that action had caused her perplexity upon learning of Richard's death.

Because it hadn't fit with her plans.

The chocolate cookies had awaited on her bedside table in the previous room, expecting her husband's first bite upon returning from the office after a long day of work.

That would have been the culmination, the beginning of something new.

So she understood that this episode marked the real beginning, perhaps the prelude to a dangerous game she was willing to embark on once again. From scratch.

[san-francisco-jewelry-store]

Personalized Father Day Jewelry Bracelets & Rings

Father’s Day is the perfect time to show your love and appreciation for the most important man in your life. Personalized jewelry, like a personalized dad bracelet or a custom father's day ring, makes for a truly special gift. Whether it’s a bracelet for Father's Day,  or something that commemorates a meaningful moment, personalized pieces elevate your gift to a whole new level. Here’s a guide to personalized Father's Day jewelry, including bracelets and rings, and why they are an ideal choice for the occasion.

Why a Personalized Dad Bracelet is the Perfect Father's Day Gift

A personalized dad bracelet offers a sentimental way to celebrate your father's uniqueness and style. It’s more than just an accessory—it’s a meaningful expression of love. These bracelets can be customized with initials, birthstones, or even special engravings that hold significance to both you and your dad. Whether you opt for a minimalist design or something more intricate, a personalized dad bracelet can be tailored to reflect his personality.

There’s something special about wearing a bracelet that tells a story, and for a father, it could symbolize family bonds or cherished memories. If you want to make it even more personal, consider adding charms such as a father daughter charm bracelet to create a truly unique piece of jewelry.

Styles of Personalized Dad Bracelets

When it comes to selecting the style of the personalized dad bracelet, there are numerous options to suit different tastes:

Leather Bracelets – A stylish, casual option perfect for dads who enjoy a laid-back look.

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Beaded Bracelets – A great option if you want to incorporate a colorful, yet meaningful design, like his favorite color or the birthstones of his children.

No matter the style, adding a personal engraving or charm will make this gift one he’ll treasure forever.

The Significance of a Personalized Father's Day Ring

A Father’s Day ring is a striking and meaningful gift that he can wear every day. Similar to a personalized dad bracelet, a father's birthstone ring or custom rings for father's day can be engraved with a special message or feature stones representing his children or important family moments. Rings are more than just accessories—they carry a sentimental value that stays with him.

If you’re looking for a more intricate piece, you can consider unique engagement rings San Francisco or even antique engagement rings San Francisco, and get them customized to make the perfect Father’s Day gift. In fact, many people choose wedding bands San Francisco or San Francisco wedding rings to commemorate their partnership with their father or partner, and by adding a personal touch, the piece becomes a lasting tribute to those bonds.

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Birthstone Rings – Incorporate your dad’s birthstone, or the stones representing his children, for a piece that’s truly personal.

Custom Engraving – Add a special message or the names of your dad’s loved ones inside the ring to give it an emotional touch.

Classic Wedding Bands – A more subtle yet meaningful way to honor your father, especially if you select wedding bands San Francisco from top jewelers San Francisco and have them engraved for Father’s Day.

Popular Customization Ideas for Rings

Personalized Fathers Day Gifts Jewelry: Engrave a heartfelt message inside.

Father Daughter Charm Bracelet: Add a small, sentimental charm that symbolizes your unique relationship.

Top Jewelry Stores in San Francisco for Custom Father’s Day Jewelry

Finding the perfect father’s day ring requires visiting the right store. San Francisco jewelers engagement rings and other custom pieces from best jewelry stores San Francisco can provide you with the expert craftsmanship needed to create a one-of-a-kind item. Here are some of the top jewelry stores San Francisco to explore for the perfect Father’s Day gift:

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If you’re looking for a San Francisco jewelry store that offers high-end, luxury jewelry, you should visit some of the best affordable jewelry stores San Francisco to get the best value. These stores are well-known for their wide range of styles, from simple, elegant pieces to intricate, high-end designs.

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Best Gold Jewelry Stores San Francisco: For those who want a classic, timeless gift with a touch of luxury.

2. Top San Francisco Jewelers for Custom Designs

For a truly unique and personalized gift, visiting a San Francisco jewelry store that specializes in custom designs is the way to go. Here, you can work with expert jewelers to create a memorial necklace for dad, or design the perfect personalized fathers day gifts jewelry piece that holds sentimental value.

If you’re unsure about what to choose, don’t hesitate to consult with the professionals at best jewelers San Francisco. They can guide you to the perfect piece for your dad, whether you’re looking for a personalized dad bracelet or fathers day ring that’s customized with personal engravings or special touches like birthstones.

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Personalized jewelry makes a timeless gift, and for Father’s Day, there’s no better way to celebrate the man who means the most to you. Whether you choose a personalized dad bracelet, a father's day ring, or any other customized piece, these gifts are a reflection of your love and appreciation. Furthermore, opting for personalized gifts ensures that your dad receives something truly special, something that no one else can replicate.

By choosing a piece from top jewelry stores San Francisco, you’re also investing in quality craftsmanship, which will make the piece last for many years to come. Whether it's a bracelet for Father’s Day, father's birthstone ring, or even a custom engagement ring San Francisco for your partner as a way to commemorate your family, personalized jewelry stands as a beautiful and lasting expression of love.

Make Father's Day Special with Personalized Jewelry

This Father’s Day, surprise your dad with something that will remind him of his importance in your life every single day. A personalized dad bracelet, father's day ring, or any other customized jewelry piece is the ideal way to show him how much you care. Visit one of the best jewelry stores San Francisco or high-end jewelry stores San Francisco to find the perfect gift that’s as unique as your dad. Whether it’s a father daughter charm bracelet or a custom memorial necklace for dad, personalized Father’s Day jewelry will always be a cherished keepsake.

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Elbert Greetia: Chapter 4

Chapter 3

♡———♡

Alfons: While it is tempting to deceive an innocent girl with my abilities and create a temporary salvation...

Alfons: Might there be a blue poppy in Elbert's room?

Kate: Huh?

Alfons: I seem to recall seeing a framed pressed flower before. If my memory serves me correctly.

Alfons: Why don't you search that junk room tomorrow?

Hearing Alfons' suggestion, Elbert placed his hand on his chin as if in thought.

Elbert: ... If Al says so, it might be there.

Kate: Really...!?

Elbert: ... Shall we look for it?

Kate: Yes, please...!

(If I can give her the real one, Daisy will surely be happy.)

If there's a possibility, it's worth searching.

Alfons: To think the day would come when Elbert would look back on the things he threw into that room... It's quite baffling.

(Elbert's room...)

*flashback*

Alfons: The things that don't meet El's standards are left in his room like junk.

Alfons: I sell them off without his permission.

Kate: C-Can you really sell them without permission?

Elbert: ...Yeah, it's fine.

Elbert: I have no interest in things that aren't beautiful.

*flashback over*

(A room where "things that weren't beautiful" are stored, huh?)

(... I wonder what kind of room it is.)

Alfons: Hehe. Feel free to search to your heart's content.

Elbert: Al, won't you help us?

Alfons: No way! You know, right?

Alfons: I hate unpleasant physical labor.

––And the next morning.

-

Elbert: Please... come in.

Kate: Yes, excuse me...

Stepping into Elbert's room, I was stunned for a moment.

(His words about having no interest were true...)

Beautiful butterfly specimens, exquisite bird taxidermy, oil paintings and pottery, jewelry...

First-class items that wouldn't be out of place in a museum or art gallery were--

Incredibly messily placed, creating a rather unusual sight.

(Even with so many things... It feels a bit lonely.)

The room, filled with numerous objects haphazardly left behind, had an air of emptiness about it.

Elbert: Well then... let's start searching.

Kate: Do you have any idea where it might be...?

Elbert: ... Actually,

Kate: Actually...?

Elbert: I've never looked for anything in this room... I don't know what's where.

Kate: Even though it's your own room...

Elbert: It might take quite a while to search...

(Well... There are a lot of things that catch my eye, but...)

(For now, let's just focus on finding the blue poppy.)

Kate: It's okay. If we search together, it should be much easier to find than searching alone.

Elbert: ...

Kate: Let's do our best!

Elbert: Yeah... Let's do our best.

We started our search, being careful not to bump into the items placed without any consideration for human movement.

Kate: ... Ah, could this be it?

A vivid blue color peeking through the gap in the cover of a frame placed on the floor caught my eye.

Elbert: That's... what was it again...?

Kate: Let me see what's inside.

I lifted the slightly heavy frame and unwrapped the cloth, revealing a beautiful oil painting.

Kate: It's not a poppy or a pressed flower... But it's a really beautiful landscape painting.

Elbert: I think... At some exhibition, everyone was praising it, so I wanted it.

Elbert: They said it wasn't for sale, but I insisted and got it.

Kate: To get a non-sale item, you must have been asked for a considerable price...

Elbert: ... About the price of a townhouse, I think.

Kate: What!?

My hands suddenly stiffened, and I almost dropped it, but I hurriedly supported it.

Elbert: ... Are you alright?

Kate: I-I'm sorry! I didn't drop it, so I think it's okay!

Elbert: Not that... I meant you.

(Huh...?)

Elbert took the oil painting from my hands and casually propped it up nearby.

Elbert: You're not hurt...?

Kate: ... Y-yes, ... I'm fine.

(I'm glad he cares, but...)

My eyes are drawn to the oil painting that was placed haphazardly on the floor again.

(Even though he insisted on getting this expensive item, he's not interested in it anymore.)

(Because it "wasn't beautiful"...)

Kate: Among the things in this room, what is most precious to you, Lord Elbert?

Elbert: ... Precious?

Kate: I wanted to know if there's anything you don't want me to touch.

Elbert: Let's see...

Elbert's gaze wandered vaguely around the room.

Finally turning his deep blue eyes towards me, Elbert smiled faintly.

Elbert: There's nothing in particular like that...

(Nothing...)

I felt like I understood the reason for the emptiness I had been feeling.

(This is... a room where the owner's cherished belongings don't exist.)

It's Elbert's room, but a room without anything for Elbert.

(Then, all these overflowing beautiful things...)

(For whom... For what purpose?)

Elbert: Kate?

Kate: ! ... I'm sorry, I was spacing out.

Elbert: ... It's okay if you break something, just be careful not to get hurt.

Saying that, Elbert started searching elsewhere.

(Focus on the blue poppy for now!)

Trying to change my perspective, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled into a gap.

(...!? )

Suddenly, I made eye contact with hollow black eyes, and my heart skipped a beat.

(Ah... A taxidermized bird. Beautiful, but... a little scary.)

There wasn't a single moving thing in Elbert's room.

The clock hands were frozen in their beautiful shape, and all living creatures were taxidermied or specimens.

(Speaking of which... Where did the cat I brought home from shopping the other day go...?)

While thinking about such things, I was backing up, and because of that--

Kate: Whoa...!?

Elbert: Ugh...?

I bumped into Lord Elbert, who seemed to have been crouching nearby.

Kate: I-I'm so sorry... Ouch!

As I quickly pulled away, I bumped my elbow on a shelf.

(Ugh... How clumsy of me...)

Elbert: ... Are you alright?

Kate: I'm fine. I'm sorry for making you worry all the time.

Elbert: It's because the room is messy, so don't worry about it...

At that moment, something fell from the shelf and hit Elbert's head with a thud.

Elbert: ...? What was that...?

Kate: I wonder what it was...?

We both looked down at our feet, and there was a white rabbit plush toy rolling around.

(Cute...)

Kate: You have such cute things too.

Elbert: Ah... I think the shopkeeper said this one was the most beautiful, so I bought it.

(This one has its ribbon tied vertically.)

In this room full of beautiful things, the slightly crooked ribbon was strangely eye-catching.

Kate: I have to put it back. I wonder where it fell from...

I stood up and let my gaze wander in the direction the plush toy fell from, and then--

(Ah!!)

Kate: Lord Elbert, is that...!?

Hidden behind an object on the shelf, inside a frame attached to the wall, was a poppy with bright blue petals, beautifully pressed and in full bloom.

Elbert: ... It really was there...

Elbert: Al might know more about my room than I do...

Kate: It's real, right?

Elbert: Yes.

We huddled together, staring intently at the frame, then looked at each other almost simultaneously.

Kate: Can I take this to Daisy?

Elbert: Of course... I have time after this, so let's go together.

Kate: Yes!

(I wonder if Daisy will be happy.)

(Even when I can't visit her, if she sees this...)

(I hope it will give her even a little more time to smile.)

Thinking of Daisy's innocent smile, my heart swelled with anticipation.

Elbert: ... I've never seen you smile so happily before.

Kate: Huh...?

I raised my face at the softly uttered voice, and deep, ocean-like eyes were gazing intently at me.

(Lord Elbert...?)

Elbert: ... Show me your smiling face more clearly.

Beautiful, sculpture-like fingertips gently touched my cheek.

Kate: ...

A handsome face drew closer, and I couldn't help but hold my breath.

The dimly lit, moist gaze was very similar to what I felt in the garden on the night of the incident when I first met Daisy – it made my heart flutter.

Elbert: ...

(What should I do?)

(I can't look away.)

– At that moment, a knock broke the silence.

Kate: Y-yes...!?

My reply came out in a squeak.

After a brief pause, the person who peeked through the door was – Alfons.

Alfons: ... Oh my, excuse me. Did I interrupt something?

Alfons: Please think of me as a slightly larger doorstop and continue.

Kate: N-no, it's fine! I'll go get ready to leave.

I left the room as if escaping Elbert's gaze.

Elbert: ...

Alfons: ... Don't glare at me like that. It wasn't intentional.

-

(What was that just now...?)

(Show me your smiling face more clearly...)

It sounded like a pick-up line, but it didn't seem like Elbert had any such intentions.

(More than flirting, it felt like he was trying to confirm something...)

Remembering that gaze, my heart started to flutter again, and I hurriedly shook my head.

Kate: ... Right now, I need to hurry and give the blue poppy to Daisy.

I changed my mindset and ran down the hallway to my room.

-

And as the sun passed its zenith, Elbert and I were walking down the hallway of the clinic.

Elbert: I wonder if she's awake. ... She hasn't been feeling well lately.

Kate: Yes... If she's asleep, shall we wait a little while?

While whispering to each other, we couldn't suppress our excitement and approached the door of the hospital room when...

Daisy: ... Ugh... Sob...

(Huh? That's Daisy's voice...)

(Could she be crying?)

Elbert: ...

Daisy's tearful voice could be heard through the door, as if she was talking to someone.

(I shouldn't eavesdrop.)

I reflexively thought that, but... I couldn't help but listen closely.

Daisy: I... was mean. ... I said I wanted something I could never have...

Daisy: Because... those people are kind...

Daisy: It makes me think I want to... live longer...

Daisy: ... It's painful.

Kate: ...

My heart tightened as if it was being squeezed.

Daisy: S-so... I kind of wanted to make them suffer a little.

Daisy: You don't forget sad things, right? So, if they couldn't find the blue poppy...

Daisy: Those two would remember me forever, right...?

It was a shock, like being hit on the head.

I had intended to visit her to cheer her up.

(I thought that being by her side would lessen her sadness and loneliness, even a little... but)

(Maybe Daisy has been suffering all along.)

And yet, I didn't realize I was hurting her...

Elbert: ...

Elbert stood next to me, saying nothing, quietly staring at the door.

(If we visit her now, will we hurt Daisy again?)

(But... if we don't visit her without saying anything, she'll surely be even sadder.)

(... Then, what about this blue poppy?)

Even though we finally found it, if we give it to her, she might be even sadder.

Kate: ... I'm sorry, Lord Elbert.

Kate: Let's... pretend we couldn't find it.

Elbert: ... Yeah.

Elbert: ... You're right.

Eventually, Daisy's crying subsided, and–

-

After the nurse who had been listening inside left, we visited the hospital room.

The blue poppy frame was hidden outside the room.

Kate: I'm sorry! We couldn't find the blue poppy.

Daisy: ... Oh well, that's disappointing.

I apologized exaggeratedly so that the lie wouldn't be exposed, and Daisy scrunched up her face as if to hide her red and swollen eyes.

Kate: I'll definitely find it tomorrow.

Daisy: Hehe. Make sure you find it before I die, okay?

I returned Daisy's smile with a smile of my own.

Elbert: ...

Elbert just silently watched us.

It was the next day that we learned Daisy's condition had suddenly worsened and she had passed away.

-

The setting sun, signaling the end of the day, dyed the castle corridor crimson.

I was staring out the window, feeling like there was a gaping hole in my chest, when I heard a slow footstep approaching.

Elbert: There you are...

Kate: ... Lord Elbert.

Elbert: ...

Kate: ...

A gentle silence fell, as if sharing the pain in our chests.

Just that – I knew Elbert had also heard the news of Daisy's passing.

Elbert: ... Kate.

Elbert: Won't you give me your time tonight?

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Do you have any headcanon for the backstories of the Raijinshuu?

Huh, I haven't actually thought about it before. This will be fun!

Bickslow

His parents were members of the circus. Mother was a contortionist. Father was sword swallower

Bickslow was raised by the entire circus tho (it takes a village) and considered them all family

He was taught almost every circus skill growing up. He loved it and always planned to stay with the circus his whole life

His tattoo was given to him by a fire breather he considered to be his uncle

The ring master taught Bix how to carve wood. Bickslow's first job in the circus was selling his little carvings during shows

Unfortunately when Bickslow was around 12, the main tent caught fire during a show. Almost everyone had managed to escape with minor injuries (Bickslow wasn't in the tent at all)

Bickslow's parents, the fire breather, ring master and Bickslow's best friend made sure everyone was able to make it out alive. During their final check of the tent, the whole thing collapsed and killed all five of them

Bix used his magic to gather their souls into the remaining dolls he had, but he knew they'd never be actually alive again

The circus looked after him for a couple years after that but the memories were becoming too much. Bix ended up leaving and joining Fairy Tail with the hope of finding a way to help his family

Evergreen

She was born with her stone eyes power in a small village

Her parents tried everything to get her eyes under control, but one of them was almost always turned to stone. She wasn't powerful enough to keep them stone for long (nor did she want to) but it was enough to ruin their day

Her mother sold handmade jewelry and her father was a farm hand. They didn't have a lot of money and baby Evergreen's magic was effecting their ability to work

Evergreen's parents loved her very much. Her mother was always making her little wire fairies and her father would bring her a flower crown after work

But because of her powers, the towns people feared her. No one would even come near their house and her mother started loosing sales

Her father started working longer and longer days so he could keep food on the table

Evergreen tried really hard to get her eyes under control, but she was still super young and knew no other mages

After a particularly bad day, Evergreen accidentally turned both her parents to stone. Which wasn't that odd, but they never changed back

She was around nine at the time. She waited several months for them to turn back, but it never happened.

Evergreen worked odd jobs and stole to keep herself fed with the hope that one day they'd turn back. She took special care of their statues and made sure they always looked pretty (decorating them with flowers, fairies, and paints). It comforted her to take care of them

On her thirteenth birthday, Evergreen gave up and headed out on her own. Living in filth and stealing her way through life, hoping one day to live a beautiful life

A couple years later, she made her way to Fairy Tail. Because the name reminded her of her mother

Freed

He came from a wealthy family in a far away continent

His parents were rarely around. Instead he was raised mostly by nannies

In the rare times that his parents were home, they were kind, but strict. Freed was always expected to behave even as a small child

While Freed was given many extracurriculars, his favorites were fencing, reading, and languages

Freed also enjoyed geography and learning about different cultures

His parents were always traveling, but they never took Freed with them. As he got older, he would beg to go with them growing tired of being trapped at home

They always refused (partially because they didn't know how to babysit their own child) and told him he'd have time for that when he was grown

What they didn't tell Freed was that they had known Freed had demonic magic in him and they feared him for it.

He was born with one demon eye. His parents spend insane amounts of money to turn it to normal and block his magic

That fear is why Freed was raised to keep his feelings under lock and key. Why they glossed over magic lessons. Why the staff winced when he cried as a child. Why his door locked from the outside

They all feared what he was capable of. Feared that he would become a monster

Around age ten, Freed overheard a member of staff updating his parents on his condition and how the darkness emanated from him

Being the intelligent child he was, Freed turned to the library to figure out what all this meant

Freed grew obsessed with the magic of Fiore and the mages that worked there. One day, when his parents were planning a business trip to Fiore, Freed snuck onto their ship

His minor knowledge of magic helped him avoid being caught. And he managed to make it all the way to Fiore without being caught

Unfortunately, the ship left without Freed and he was trapped in Fiore with no way of contacting his family

After getting over the panic of being on his own for the first time, Freed realized he didn't want to be part of a family that feared and most likely despised him.

Instead he researched the strongest guild in Fiore and made his way there. Hoping to finally understand what was 'wrong' with him and gain the knowledge he was never allowed to have

[brokoala-soup]

I think my aesthetic might be something along the lines of cottagecore and light academia with a tinge of Studio Ghibli and bits and pieces of chaotic academia. So this includes:

classical music blaring out of cheap speakers, homemade food served in reused takeout containers, half dying houseplants in everything but traditional flower pots, the fragrance of jasmine and mint, mirrors reflecting sunlight on to disorganised bookshelves with the most random collection of books, soups in glassware, gel pen doodles all over my notes, herbal teas in whiskey glasses, locally sourced incense sticks, handmade woolen blankets over commercially sold quilts, baking granola bars on a lazy sunday afternoon, adding chocolate to literally everything, mid day naps when the weather is cloudy yet humid, ribbon ties instead of stapler pins, making my own spice powders, scented oil lamps, being obsessed with cloves, sleeping on a bed full of pillows only to find over half of them on the floor next morning, missing alarms because closing my eyes for two more seconds won't make me fall asleep again, picking flowers and herbs from the garden, sleepy afternoons, careful skincare but with the most day to day products, eucalyptus oil, use and throw inhalers to deal with my anxiety because the smell of menthol calms me down, short nails and neutral manicure, smelling like flowers one day and like the sea the other, getting excited whenever I spot the moon, absolutely in awe and in love with the clouds because they're amazing and so creative, puppies, calligraphy using ball pens, homemade mocha latte using soya milk, my grandma's childhood earrings that I wear all the time, newspapers, organic vegetables sold by retired social workers, tote bags, reusable metal water bottles, hot showers and cold rinses, using my grandmother's favorite brand of soap because I love smelling like her, herbal hair oil, smelling like sandalwood, cooking pasta with the family, reading secondhand books, collecting fused light bulbs, pencil underlines, postcards, 1 am poetry, pop instrumentals and pensive journaling, benzene rings on page margins, berry flavoured cough syrup, baking bread, long walks, loud conversations, thrifting, e-books, chocolate wrappers hidden between dictionary pages, colourful periodic table prints, plushies, honey, fleece blankets, sleeping cats, signet ring, dried rose I'd bought for myself and carried around like a trophy travelling back home with it in the public bus, twinning perfumes coincidentally with my best friend, vintage looking brand new ink pen and expired ink, sticky notes with motivational quotes covering my wall, never buying perfumes and only using the ones I'm gifted, random words that remind me of niche incidents or memories written along the corners of my study material, pearl jewelry set that my dad gifted my mom but it's me who wears it now, combat boots bought at ¼th it's price at a discount clearance sale, all my jackets being bought from different countries by my dad and thus each serving as a token of memory, lipstick shades that match only extremely specific vibes and look off and odd at other times, cherry lip balm stick that I've used only twice, daily calendar sheets reused as a notepad, birthday candles from my 16th birthday sitting on my work table, the lingering smell of multiple beverages in my room because I seldom wash the cups I drank them from and now they're cluttered all over the room, hand me down luxury watches older than me, chipped nailpolish, reminders written down on tissue papers, bus tickets all over my bag, sugar-free chewing gum, deodorant that never washes off my clothes, wearing clothes purchased 5 years ago and getting compliments simply because it's not trendy but is unique, mini origami cranes, rose sprays, lychee scented sanitizer, baking bread at home on weekends, homemade hair masks, turning up late because i was busy enjoying life walking through the eucalyptus grove on the way to class, running to the station yet missing the train, all my everyday ornaments having a deeper meaning to me.

[eva-knits12]

Going to Michaels with CE Characters

Steve Rogers:

Steve has never been to Michaels.

Steve is overwhelmed at first.

You take him to Michaels because you need to get a few things for Natasha's bridal shower.

You get the items.

You two also bring James.

James sits in his stroller, peacefully napping.

Steve gets some colored pencils, some drawing pencils, and some sketchbooks.

He loves drawing you and James.

For Mother's Day, he plans on giving you a sketchbook with tons of drawings of James.

You get some yarn, knitting supplies, and crocheting supplies because you want to make a blanket for James.

You get James some palm crayons, and a huge coloring book.

He loves it.

You also find a few picture books for James.

You get a few beads, some really cool gems, and some jewelry making supplies for Sam's girlfriend, Vanessa, who is an up and coming jewelry designer.

You get a discount, thanks to the coupon for 30% a regular priced item.

Steve is impressed.

You explain that the coupons are a bargain, and that you can make your own sale that way.

Steve wants to go to Michaels more often.

Ransom Drysdale:

You and Ransom go to Michaels.

Ransom and you want to get your wedding photo framed.

You go to the framing department.

You get your wedding photo professionally framed.

A week later you and Ransom pick up the photo.

Ransom decide to take you to the yarn department.

You buy enough yarn to make your new husband a sweater.

Ransom wheels you to the bathroom because you need to throw up right now.

Stupid morning sickness!

Why does this always kick in at the most inconvenient of times-when you're out shopping, when you're at home trying to sleep, in the car, where you keep plastic bags within reach as a just in case.

You're done throwing up, so you dig in your purse for some mouth wash to get rid of the taste of puke.

You rinse your mouth out.

You and Ransom pay for your purchase.

Ransom has also loaded you into your wheelchair.

He takes you to the yarn department and you get some yarn to make a blanket for the newest Drysdale.

Little do you know right now that it will be TWO new Drysdale's.

Nine months later, you have your blankets made in white and blue for Harlan, and white and pink for Katherine.

Ransom wouldn't trade this for the world.

He gets to make new memories.

Ransom also gets several frames to display his favorite photos of you and him, and gets a frame for each ultrasound of the twins.

Andy Barber:

Andy and you are planning a Fourth of July party and a birthday party at your new house!

Andy and you go, but you have to go to the ladies room several times to throw up.

You're pregnant, and are very sick with morning sickness because of it.

You're morning sickness is worse than it should be.

Several days later, you're hospitalized for hyperemesis gravidarum.

It's not acute morning sickness, it's the morning sickness from hell!

Andy takes you Michaels to get some yarn to make a blanket for the baby.

You also get some wedding supplies.

You and Andy have your wedding in the backyard on a nice warm weekend in September.

You and Andy wouldn't have it any other way.

Joy is born in March, so you go to Michaels and Hobby Lobby a lot for baby shower supplies.

Colin Shea:

Harper will be turning one, so you and Colin look for things like cake decorating supplies, party supplies, and little party bags.

You find a ton of stuff!

You even get some yarn.

You want to knit Harper a sweater and Colin will get a pair of socks and a sweater.

Harper has brought so much love and joy to the Shea household.

Colin is writing a journal of how much he loves you, and you are writing a journal of how much you love him.

You find some palm crayons for Harper.

You present Harper her birthday presents, and she loves her palm crayons.

Everyone loves Harper. She even has balloons that celebrate her birthday, including a balloon that says 1.

You and Colin couldn't be happier or prouder.

Frank Adler:

Mary has a project due for school.

You, Frank and Mary go to get the needed supplies.

You also walk out with some yarn to knit a blanket.

Mary sees some kids learning how to crochet, so she wants to try it.

You buy her the needed supplies, and you sign her up for a class.

She has fun with it, because it helps her unwind at the end of a long day from her advanced classes.

She has a genius level IQ.

Frank gets a few decor items for his mancave and workshop.

You get a few things for the wedding.

It's an amazing outing because you guys get McDonald's after.

You and Frank want Mary to have some normalcy.

You wouldn't trade this for the world.

Jake Jensen:

There's an old-school arcade, so you drop Jake off.

You get some yarn to knit a blanket for both of your twins.

Jake is busy trying to score the highest on Donkey Kong.

"Jake, what are you going to do once the girls come?"

You laugh, and Jake stands behind you, placing his large hands on your developing bump.

"Mmm, honey bun, this is something I'm giving up once our girls are born."

"I won't have time for video games, the girls will need all of our attention every waking minute," says Jake.

Jake kisses your shoulder.

You wouldn't trade this for the world right now.

Johnny Storm:

Johnny understands that you have to make weekly trip to Michaels.

They have deals every week.

You can't resist a bargain.

You have enough yarn, but you're knitting a sweater.

You also buy enough yarn to make Johnny a blanket.

That Christmas, you present Johnny with his hand knit sweater, and his hand knit blanket.

Johnny loves them!

Johnny gets you an amazing white gold necklace with a heart, and a yellow gold necklace with a circle on it.

You understand the symbolism of each.

He put a lot of thought into them.

You wear them layered, you wear them every day.

Johnny uses the blanket every day, and even wears the sweater often!

He picks you up bridal style, and you both make love, with the blanket right on the bed.

Johnny is the best boyfriend you've ever had.

He's very appreciative of you and of everything you give him.

You're appreciative of everything he gives you because he puts a lot of thought into each gift.

Pete Brenner:

Pete and you are shopping for wedding items.

Your mom is with the both of you, and she picks up fabric to make the ring bearer's pillow.

Your mother insists on sewing this pillow.

You pick up some yarn to make a shawl for your wedding dress.

Pete picks up some wedding favors.

He finds things like small mint tins, mints, mesh bags, and even really cool centerpieces.

It's an amazing afternoon.

You, Pete, and your mom go out for dinner afterwards.

You eat at your favorite place.

You, Pete, and your mom have pizza and lemonades for dinner.

Dessert is a nice chocolate cake with chocolate ice cream on the side.

It was the best afternoon, because it was about spending time with the people you loved the most, Pete and your family.

Cole Turner:

You need to get some classroom supplies.

Cole drives you to Michaels.

He's not going to let you carry anything.

Plus, you've been teaching all week.

You get the classroom supplies, and some yarn to knit Cole a nice sweater.

You love your fiance, Cole.

Your ex-boyfriend NEVER did this for you.

You reveal the news when you're in the yarn department.

You ask Cole which yarn would go with the white-the yellow, the green, the blue, the purple, or the pink.

"Honey, are we?"

"Yes, Cole. You're going to be a dad!"

"Honey, I love you so much!'

"No pregnant fiance of mine is going to keep pushing this cart, or carry anything," says Cole.

His hand goes right to your stomach.

When you guys check out, Cole won't let you lift or carry anything!

He helps you in his truck.

He carries you back into the house when you get home, because no pregnant fiance of his is going to be on her feet!

He takes the packages in because no pregnant fiance of his is going to carry or lift ANYTHING.

The next morning, you and Cole watch the sunrise on the porch swing, and spend the entire morning on the swing.

You'll be coming to Michaels more often!

Cole gets his sweater, and your baby boy, Lucas and his twin sister, Dawn, gets their baby blankets.