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Website: https://www.thecapesalon.com

Address: 1642 HWY 160 STE 108, Fort Mill, South Carolina 29708, USA

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[pinkyny0]

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Website: https://www.pinky-ny.com/

Address: 6015 Two Notch Rd, Columbia, South Carolina 29223, United States

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[pinky-ny00]

Pinky's Nails LLC

Website: https://www.pinky-ny.com/

Address: 6015 Two Notch Rd, Columbia, South Carolina 29223, United States

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[pinkyny]

pinkyny

Website: https://www.pinky-ny.com/

Address: 6015 Two Notch Rd, Columbia, South Carolina 29223, United States

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[mimiamorewon]

jjk men’s favorite place to have sex 

—★ mdni, reblogs appreciated 

included: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, takuma, & higuruma

content: (these are mostly jokes lol), suggestiveness, fluff, crack, explicit language

Satoru Gojo

Favorite place: The balcony of some skyscraper because he just loves being above everyone else. both literally and figuratively.

Gojo’s would no doubt go for maximum drama. He’d make jokes like, “Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you fall,” whole time he’s the clumsy one who might just end up tripping over his own pants.

Suguru Geto

Favorite place: A quiet hot spring or getaway in the middle of nowhere, with a no-cell-service guarantee.

Geto absolutely loves the peace and beauty of it all, but there’s definitely a part of him that enjoys “embracing his mysterious villain energy,” as stated in his own words.

He’s the type to randomly monologue about the stars or the meaning of life mid-act, leaving you wondering if you’re being seduced or lectured. +Bonus points if he can dramatically pull his hair back as steam swirls around him like he’s in a perfume commercial. “Are we even here for the sex at this point?” you’d ask him.

Kento Nanami

favorite place: A swanky, ultra-modern hotel room, preferably one with a nice view and complimentary breakfast for the morning after.

Nanami is a man of precision and schedules, so the location must be clean, practical, and include its perks.

He insists on the bed being neatly made before and after. he’s not a heathen, after all.

The whole time, he’s probably calculating how many hours of sleep he’s losing and debating if it’s worth it (It always is.)

Toji Fushiguro 

Favorite place: The backseat of a stolen car, possibly still running, most likely in a fast-food parking lot.

Toji thrives on things like chaos and bad decisions, so naturally, he’s picking somewhere dangerous and trashy.

He’s definitely cracking jokes mid-action, like, “Think the cops’ll give us five minutes if they show up?” 

If the car is manual, he’ll probably accidentally hit the clutch at some point. but it’s all part of the “fun” he says.

Ryomen Sukuna

Favorite place: On the throne of his spooky, abandoned temple, surrounded by ominous torches.

Sukuna is extra in every sense of the word. He’ll insist on a spot where he looks like a final boss in a video game. +Bonus points if there’s a sacrificial altar nearby for “the aesthetic.”

He doesn’t have an inch of subtleness within him. He’d definitely say things like, “Bow before your king” while you’re simply just trying to bust a nut.

Choso Kamo 

Favorite place: A private moonlit garden, probably near a koi pond (he read online that it’d be romantic.)

Choso is sweet but awkward, so he’s constantly trying his best to nail the mood. He’ll light a million candles and bring up random facts about flowers- “Did you know they symbolize eternal love?”

He doesn’t even care about the location, it just has to feel meaningful. 

If you reassure him he’s doing great, he might actually shed a tear mid-session.

Bonus!!!!

Takuma Ino

Favorite place: A public library after hours. (breaking small rules is as edgy as he gets).

Ino thinks he’s being super daring, but the whole time he’s whispering, “Shh, baby, don’t get too loud..” like a paranoid hall monitor.

He’s the type to accidentally knock over a stack of books mid-action and panic, saying, “Holy shit— we’re gonna get banned from libraries forever.”

Hiromi Higuruma

Favorite place: A courtroom after hours, with papers dramatically scattered everywhere.

Higuruma is a walking contradiction, so of course, he’s picking the most ironically serious place possible.

He’s 100% the type to sigh mid-moment and say something like, “This feels wrong huh? but that’s what makes it right.” 

He’d definitely joke about “objecting” if you’d try to rush things due to your fear of being caught. 

@nanaslutt for the layout inspo !╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[fulltre]

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[isadelusions]

Captain Curly Headcanons!! from Mouthwashing

| modern au | fem reader | married :)

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Married headcanons

His Love language

•Act of service

-Since I’m sure that he is a busy man,when he has time to be with you,he will literally try to help with anything if he can.

-I can see him as a workaholic but if your not feeling well, he would try to get off his job early to take care of you or maybe even try to cook a healthy meal for you (well uh.. his cooking skills are hm..). After all, your his wife;)

-When he’s brushing his teeth and noticed you left some unrelated bathroom items on the sink? He will place them back where you would usually put it. He sees your one dirty place next to the sink which you planned to wash after using the restroom? He immediately gets that plate clean.

- He’s a sweet gentleman

•Physical touch

- When it’s just the two of you finally having time for each other, he definitely gets all over you.

- Watching a movie together, ur legs stacking onto his, getting close and comfy, his arm around your waist while you lean in close to him.

- Probably gets bored of the movie and starts to caress your fingers with his free hand, gently giving you a small massage for ur finger which wore that beautiful ring since marriage.

- Would totally place a hand on your thigh while the other on the steering wheel. You lectured him about it,how it isn’t safe and he would retreat back to his original position but does the same action again after a few minutes.

- Would hug you from the back and rest his chin on your head or shoulder.

- Pls give this man his cuddles and kisses.

Nicknames for you

- It’s just natural for him to call you hunny or hun. For exp: ‘You good there,hun?’

- He would call you my love too,like greeting you a ‘Good morning my love’ or ‘I’ve got something to tell you, love’

Random scenarios lol

- At a restaurant, if curly received his meal but it wasn’t the right order, he would just tell himself to suck it up and eats the meal or he either doesn’t care and still eats it. He feels like it’s troublesome for the employees to take back the meal.

-But if he was supposed to be served his favourite meal, you can tell by the expressions on his face, his lips curled in slightly looking a bit sad. Before he prepares to consume the food, you took the plate of meal away from him and asked the waiter politely to receive the right one.

- Curly would try to stop you but in the end he’s hesitant too. After all, he’s served with the right warm meal and appreciates your gesture.

- He would randomly thank you about it after having a few bites and repeats again. Trying to show how much he appreciates you.

-Dad jokes. He loves to tell you random dad jokes just to see that annoyed expression from you. It doesn’t really annoy you but some are just not funny. You secretly do like it tho because he’s curly after all.

-Night owl or Morning Bird? He can be both honestly,really depends on the event. If he’s up early,he would go for a jog, stops by pretty bushes of flowers and would take pictures just to send them to you. So sometimes you would be awake by his notifications, by different kinds of flowers.

Stays up late due to work or a rare chance which is to binge watch movies with you,even though it just always ends up into cuddles and a long comforting talks which the both of you love.

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Hope you guys enjoyed it! Don’t be shy to send a request or some ideas. My requests are open! (Still new to writing ffs and looking forward to improve!!) I think I might make some oneshots according to some of the hcs here,byeee:0

oneshots > Comforting Porridge

[justallihere]

i've been talking about this for two months now, but we're past onyx storm and i'm finally far enough into this fic that i'm almost ready to start posting, which means. . .

dead on arrival chapter 1 will be coming your way on feb 3rd!

this is a bones-inspired modern au, and i'm in love with every moment of it so far. i can't wait to start sharing it with you, but in the meantime, here's the summary - and below the cut, a longer look into the first bit of chapter 1

Violet Sorrengail is a forensic anthropologist good with only one thing: dead people. Their bones speak a language only she can hear, but the living aren't quite so easy to understand - particularly one FBI Agent Xaden Riorson, who does everything possible to get under her skin. When an unexpected murder victim washes up in DC, the ensuing investigation brings them closer together despite her every effort to stay away, and she's forced to decide if the careful distance she keeps around her heart is really worth it.

There was a dead body.

That was what the text message said anyway, the one that interrupted Violet Sorrengail’s music with a cheerful little ding and made her flinch. It popped up on the screen of her car—from FBI Agent Xaden Riorson.

7:03 am There’s a dead body. I’ll pick you up in 10. 

When she read it, she rolled her eyes. Of course there was a fucking dead body. That was the only reason he ever texted, called, emailed, or otherwise contacted her. There was a steady stream of texts from him dating back six months, from their first case together, all variations of: Got a body. On my way to pick you up. Any updates on the case? Why aren’t you in the lab? I have new evidence for you. Never so much as a hello or a how are you. If his neck was more easily reachable, she would have strangled him by now, but as it was, he stood about fifteen inches taller than her, and Violet hated both high heels and step stools, so he got to keep breathing. For now. 

A bark came from the passenger seat. She spared a glance at Tairn and found the dog was already glaring at the car screen, as if he knew exactly who had texted. He held a special sort of contempt for Xaden Riorson that Violet didn't think he'd ever shown anyone she knew, and he'd been her service dog for almost three years.

She was stuck at a red light, so she took a fortifying drink of her coffee and then plucked her cell phone out of the second empty cup holder to respond. 

7:04 am  it’s 7 in the morning on a monday y tf do u think i’m in the lab already. i’m 20 min away 

Riorson hated shorthand text. Violet normally didn’t do it, but once, in a hurry, she’d typed bc instead of because, and it was the first thing he’d commented on the next time he saw her. She’d made it a point ever since to shorten as many words as possible. 

7:04 am  Then I’ll pick you up in 20. Washed up from the Potomac at a park in Alexandria a couple hours ago.

Sounded lovely—and unstable for her, given it had rained the entire weekend before and she could break or dislocate just about anything with a single wrong look.

It took her twenty-two minutes instead of the promised twenty to get to the lab, and she felt confident Riorson was losing his mind. He had a thing for punctuality that bordered on compulsive. Sure enough, he was already there, his government-issued SUV parked next to her usual spot. He stood outside it, leaning against the closed driver’s door, wearing a sleek black suit and aviators, not a strand of dark hair out of place. He looked the perfect picture of professionalism, were it not for the tattoo on his left arm that wound from wrist to jawline. The early morning sun gilded his brown skin, and he looked almost ethereal. It was both infuriating and unfair how beautiful he was, but he made up for it by being a complete and utter dick most of the time. 

Riorson was too composed to show any outward signs of impatience, but Violet was sure he was counting the seconds it took her to gather her coffee, her phone, and her bag and climb out of her own car to join him. Instead of waiting for her to round the car and open the passenger door, Tairn followed her out of the driver's side, his leash trailing. She didn't bother to pick it up; he stuck close to her side regardless, his nose nearly against her thigh.

“I need to go inside and get waders,” she informed Riorson instead of offering any polite greeting. She knew he certainly wasn’t going to offer her one. She skirted around the back of his car to the passenger side. She was wearing jeans and a white sweater and sneakers—not exactly appropriate attire for investigating a dead body on a riverbank. “I’ll be right back.” 

“Your waders and boots are in the trunk, and Sloane has the rest of all your fancy tools and equipment. She rode ahead to the scene with Rhiannon.” 

Well, that at least answered the question of which intern was on the schedule today. And hopefully Rhiannon was far enough ahead of them that she’d be done with her preliminary analysis by the time Violet got there. If this was the FBI’s problem, and Riorson wanted Violet there, then the remains were presumably in bad shape. 

Violet opened the back door for Tairn and stood back as he jumped inside, settling on the nice leather seats without a care for his claws. There were scratches in the material already, but Violet was sure most of them came from Xaden's own dog, Sgaeyl. She wasn't a service dog like Tairn, but Riorson had brought her around a few times, usually when a case called them in on a weekend or late at night. Tairn used his teeth to tug his leash closer when it dangled, and then sat back on his haunches, looking at her expectantly. She shut the door.

Violet climbed into the passenger seat, dropping her bag at her feet and her coffee in one of the cup holders, then buckling her seat belt as Riorson climbed in next to her, starting the car without a word. 

He was seemingly allergic to music, so they almost always rode in silence. Violet was never quite sure why he felt the need to drive her to crime scenes. She could just as easily get herself there, or hitch a ride in the forensics van with Rhiannon or Ridoc. But since the very first case, he’d insisted, and he was about as much fun to argue with as a brick wall, and some things simply weren’t worth the energy to complain about. 

Every so often, Tairn would make a little chuffing noise in the back seat, but he didn't actually lean forward and alert, so she ignored him. He was always restless and grumbling around Xaden. Despite his relative youth, he acted remarkably like an old man.

"So why are we going to Alexandria?" Violet asked skeptically as Riorson weaved expertly through the early morning DC traffic, heading the opposite way Violet had just come from. She had a charming, spacious house in Georgetown she'd received as a gift from her father, with a secluded backyard and even a small heated pool. As one of the most renowned forensic anthropologists in the world, she made good money, enough to cover the utilities and the property taxes and insurance with ease, but it was still far too rich of a neighborhood for her; she never could've afforded it outright. There had been questions for a while about where the money came from for her father to afford to buy her such a place, if it had been earned through legal means, but after six months of investigating when she first got the deed, everyone had stopped looking into it, and she'd been able to finally move in with no problems.

She'd been there for three years now with no additional issues. She suspected that was her mother's doing, but Lilith Sorrengail had never admitted it outright.

"Because that's where the dead body is?" Riorson offered dryly without taking his eyes from the road.

Violet huffed, and Tairn echoed the noise behind her. "It's in Virginia," she said, like it should've been obvious, because it should have. "What makes this the FBI's problem? Shouldn't local police get first dibs?"

"They don't want it," he answered. "The remains are in bad enough shape that we need you, Sorrengail. Do you really think Alexandria PD has the resources to investigate this?"

"Do you really think I know anything about the resources Alexandria PD has?" she countered. She didn't, and she didn't want to. That fell into the pile of things that were very firmly not her problem. Her brain had a lot of room, but local police jurisdiction wasn't really something she bothered to make space for. Riorson gave her bodies, and she told him how they died. That was her job.

He did look at her then, a brief, cutting glance from the corner of his eye. "I thought you knew everything."

She rolled her eyes. "Obviously not, Riorson."

A little smirk curled up one corner of his mouth, but he didn't say anything else.

Violet spent the rest of the car ride braiding her hair. She kept it long, and she liked to wear it loose, but her work didn't often lend to it. When she was younger, her older sister, Mira, had braided it into a crown for her when she'd gone through a phase of reading only princess books, and had taught her to do it herself as a teenager. It had quickly become her signature style in college and while she completed her PhD; it was the easiest way to ensure it was all out of the way while she was in the lab or on the university's body farm, studying decomposing remains. Beyond its practicality, she just thought it was pretty, especially because the ends of her hair were leached of all pigment, so the silver strands looked interesting all weaved together.

It was a challenge in the car—she had to lean forward to flip her hair over and start the plait at the back of her head, which didn't do great things for her heart rate—but it wasn't the first time she'd done this and it wouldn't be the last. She had hair ties and pins in her bag that she held between her teeth until she needed them.

By the time she was done, they'd reached the crime scene. The park was right on the Potomac River, and already blocked off with yellow tape. Riorson eased the SUV around a group of civilians standing and tittering as they watched the FBI forensics team as they gathered evidence. Violet couldn't find her own people among the sea of navy jackets, so they must have been closer to the river.

She hopped out and paused when her head spun, bracing a hand on the open door. Tairn barked, scratching at the door she hadn't yet opened for him.

"You good, Violence?" Riorson paused, leaning back down to look at her through his own open door. His sunglasses slid down his nose, revealing dark eyes and long, thick lashes.

She lifted her head enough to glare at him. "Don't call me Violence."

[amourrs]

well since u asked… i think ellie loves like little acts of service. like: you get out of the shower and need your hair out of ur face? ellie’s braiding it right now. 🥰

this is honestly just a little brain dump but i added in a few short ai audios at the end (under the cut) because i couldn’t resist ♡ fem!reader, fluff

yes this is so true im sobbing… thinking about modern ellie and the way that she definitely had to learn how to do ur hair via countless tutorials etc because she is not at all used to even thinking about her own hair. if it looks vaguely non-bird’s-nest she calls it a day… she probably uses a bright orange plastic tangle teezer. i shudder to think. but i do think she is the type to be so horrendously down bad that would really make an effort and learn the order all the products go in and how to do countless different hairstyles so you never have to go to a salon again.

don’t get me wrong… at first she’s abysmal- you’ll never trust her with a straightener again after the Great Incident of Friday 12th (“uhh. babe. is your hair supposed to sizzle and smell funny when i straighten it?” “ellie, what the fuck?!” “smells like that time i tried to cook sausages.” “ellie!!!!” “is that bad? oh, fuck.”) and the way your whole scalp started itching when she tried to wash your hair with a clarifying shampoo she bought on aliexpress? you were so mad she thought she was going to lose another finger and had to sleep over at jesse’s for two days whilst u cooled off 😭😭

but eventually she gets the hang of it, hands twisting deftly as she weaves strands of hair around one another to create beautiful patterns across your scalp. after she’s done she presses a kiss to your forehead. “you look beautiful, babe.” you’re still a little wary, but ellie turns you around to face the mirror with a little “voila! do you like it?” and a jazz hands motion and you love it and the fact that ellie cares enough to learn this stuff for you so so much. in fact, you think you’re about to cry, but then all of a sudden you hear an agitating, grating voice… “sooo… you gonna let me try the straighteners again?” hopefully your death glare should be a good enough answer… or the fact that you threw the tangle teezer towards her head for good measure.

[clinicse]

DCİDENTALCLİNİC - DEVASA+ (2)

When it comes to achieving a radiant smile, dental crowns in Turkey are becoming an increasingly popular choice for patients seeking exceptional dental care at competitive prices. With advanced techniques and skilled professionals, Turkey has emerged as a hub for dental tourism, drawing individuals from around the globe. This blog post will explore the diverse options available for dental crowns, alongside essential treatments like endodontics in Antalya and other parts of Turkey. 

Dental crowns turkey

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Choosing an endodontist  Antalya provides you with access to innovative techniques and technologies. These professionals are well-trained in procedures such as root canal therapy, which can help save a tooth that is severely infected or damaged. Patients can expect a comfortable experience with modern anesthesia methods and post-treatment care.

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Endodontics Turkey is a rapidly growing field, where advanced techniques and technologies are used to treat dental conditions affecting the tooth pulp. Patients seeking quality care often turn to Turkey because of its affordable prices and high standards of dental services.

In Turkey, endodontic treatments are performed by skilled professionals who utilize state-of-the-art equipment. This includes digital imaging and modern sterilization techniques, ensuring safety and efficacy during procedures such as root canals.

Choosing endodontics in Turkey not only provides access to expert dental care but also offers an opportunity to explore the beautiful country while getting treatment. Many dental clinics in Turkey cater to international patients, providing personalized treatment pl

Teeth whitining antalya

When it comes to achieving a radiant smile, teeth whitening Antalya has become increasingly popular. Many people seek this cosmetic treatment to enhance their overall appearance and boost their confidence. The beautiful resort city of Antalya offers a variety of dental clinics that specialize in effective teeth whitening procedures.

Apart from the professional services available, patients can expect to find a blend of modern techniques and advanced technology devoted to teeth whitening. Options include in-office treatments that provide quick results and at-home kits that allow for gradual whitening. Both methods can be customized to fit individual needs and preferences.

In addition to aesthetic benefits, teeth whitening can also contribute to better oral hygiene. A brighter smile often encourages patients to maintain their dental care routine, as they become more conscious of their overall appearance. With the picturesque backdrop of Antalya, many find this dental journey to be a rewarding experience.

[room-surprise]

Shuro's Ninja Girl Squad: Why do they have code names? Does Toshiro have a code name????

(WARNING FOR GENERAL SPOILERS!) The culture of Wa Island appears to be inspired exclusively by historic Japan, since all of the characters that come from Wa have Japanese names, clothing, weapons, and magic, they eat Japanese food, imagine traditional Japanese-style artwork, and obey Japanese social norms.

THE NINJA GIRL SQUAD

Maizuru, Hein, Benichidori, Inutade and Izutsumi are servants that work for the Nakamoto family, and they have been assigned to travel with Toshiro, serve and protect him. In some translations they have been called retainers. I’m not sure what the original Japanese calls them, but most likely some form of servant or vassal, such as 家臣 or 家来.

A retainer is a part of a retinue, which is a group of people who are "retained" (employed) in the service of nobility, royalty or a dignitary.

Retainers can have many varied functions, such as domestic servants, personal attendants, bodyguards, porters, musicians, tutors, translators, guides, etc. Retainers often wear some kind of uniform, possibly bearing the colors or insignia of their lord. They serve their master, but they also expect to be protected and cared for by their master as a part of his household.

HISTORIC JAPANESE NAMING CONVENTIONS

Japanese personal names were fluid in the pre-modern era. Men changed their names for a variety of reasons: to signify that they had attained a higher social status, to demonstrate their allegiance to a house or clan, to show that they had succeeded to the headship of a family or company, to shed bad luck that was attached to an inauspicious name, or simply to avoid being mistaken for a neighbor with a similar name.

Changes in women's personal names were recorded less often, so they may not have changed their names as frequently as men did, but women who took jobs (such as maids or entertainers) frequently changed their names for the duration of their service. During their employment, their temporary names were treated as their legal names.

THE NAKAMOTO CLAN’S NAMING PRACTICES

All of Toshiro’s servants, Maizuru, Hien, Benichidori, Inutade and Izutsumi, have real names and work-issued code-names, similar to the Japanese practice I just described. Only Izutsumi seems to mind this, the rest of the characters use their aliases all the time.

All of the ninja code-names are plant-based, and Maizuru, Hein and Benichidori’s names also have a bird theme, something they do not share with Izutsumi and Inutade. All of the birds they are named after have been popular in Japan since ancient times and are considered lucky symbols. The plants Maizuru, Hein and Benichidori are named after are also all beautiful flowers, while Izutsumi’s is a toxic shrub and Inutade’s is a weed.

This may be meant to show how Izutsumi and Inutade’s status is separate and lower from the other three.

Interestingly, although Toshiro is their master, he also has a nickname, given to him by Laios, that sounds like a plant, which matches his subordinates!

Perhaps the way Toshiro endures this nickname and doesn't protest it, is a hint that Toshiro does not want to enforce his position as a superior to his subordinates, but wants to treat them with compassion and empathy, because he does not consider himself better than them. He demonstrates this when he gets down on his knees and begs Maizuru and the others to help him save Falin, since this is going outside of their standard duties.

This unusual humility and kindness is probably why the World Guide says Maizuru thinks Toshiro will be a better leader than his father.

If you want more details, and to read a full analysis of all of their names and code-names, be sure to check out Chapter 6 of my essay!

BONUS: TOSHIRO’S SECRET NICKNAME???

Laios, mishearing Toshiro’s name during their first meeting, started calling him シュロー (Shurow), and told everyone they met that his name was Shuro. Toshiro, too embarrassed to correct him, has allowed this to continue for the three years that they’ve known each other.

Shuro (棕櫚 or シュロ) is Trachycarpus fortunei, the Chinese windmill palm or Chusan palm. It is a species of evergreen palm tree in the family Arecaceae, native to parts of China, Japan, Myanmar and India.

Windmill palm is one of the hardiest palms. They tolerate cool, moist summers as well as cold winters. Trachycarpus fortunei has been cultivated in China and Japan for thousands of years, for its coarse but very strong leaf sheath fiber, used for making rope, sacks, and other coarse cloth where great strength is important.

This is very funny, since we know that Toshiro is one of the strongest characters in the story, due to his skill with the blade... But we also know he's insanely patient (tolerates everything, just like the palm!), because he puts up with Laios bothering him for years before finally snapping and asserting his boundaries.

Plus, a palm tree used to make humble but strong items such as rope, sacks and coarse cloth, really shows Toshiro's true nature (a strong but humble man) versus his aristocratic status.

THREE TYPES OF BROOM

A Shuro Houki (棕櫚箒) is a traditional Japanese hemp-palm broom made from the Trachycarpus fortunei palm.

There are three distinct subtypes of this broom, the first two of which are considered very durable and the last one which is considered expendable. The Hon-onike Houki will last for 1/3rd of a person’s life, a Onike Houki you’ll need to replace every 15 years, and a Kawa Houki can be thrown away after 2 years of use.

Toshiro is the oldest of three brothers, and they are competing for their father’s favor to see who will become the heir of the household… Their father is testing them to see which of them is disposable, and which of them is strong enough to lead the family. Which type of broom are they?

SHURO THE HUMAN NAME

It should also be noted that Shuro is a Japanese name, it just isn't a nickname for Toshiro. The correct nicknames for Toshiro would be Toshi, or Shiro. Shuro sounds similar to Shiro, but it would be like calling someone named Robert the nickname Bart instead of Bert, or calling Matthew Pat.

Depending on the kanji used Shuro can mean several things. I think the most appropriate kanji is 修郎.

修 means to make right, to be in shape, to become correct, to put things together, to learn, to acquire learning or skills, to decorate, to harmonize, to fix, to mend, to put together in a book, good, excellent, beautiful, splendid.

郎 means male, men, young men, boy.

While Toshiro’s actual name describes him very well, his nickname, given to him by Laios, is also extremely accurate. Laios’ name means “left” and “wrong”, so Toshiro’s name potentially meaning things like “right”, “correct” and “to fix” is extremely funny and appropriate!

They can fix their friendship!

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Bridal Bliss Boutique

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An ultimate destination for all things beauty, bridal and bliss. This boutique offers everything a modern bride could dream of - from stunning gowns and beauty services to a cozy café, the perfect spot for celebrating your bridal journey. Bridal Bliss Boutique is the ultimate blend of elegance, style and relaxation whether you’re preparing for your big day or simply indulging in a little self-care!

Price: 155,117 Lot Size: 20x30 Lot Type: Salon Store Content: Click here CC Used: Click here File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Ambitions (tree, lot type), Pets (buydebug object), Late Night (elevator, floor), World Adventures (food register)

Hello and welcome back to my blog!

My fourth gift for the Petalruesimblr Advent Calendar is: Bridal Boutique! It’s perfect for those who want to roleplay finding the perfect dress, relaxing at the salon and catching up with friends at the café before the big day.

The previous advent gift was created specifically for this lot and if anyone missed that post, you can click here to check it out.

Click on the ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures on this lot.

This lot uses a lot of custom content for décor, as it’s intended for players who prefer not to use mods in their game and is mainly for roleplay purposes.

However, for those who don’t mind using mods, I recommend the Shop for Clothes and Shop for Clothing Display Pedestal mods both by Ani or the Boutique mod by phoebejaysims to enhance the bridal boutique experience on the first floor.

If you have the Into the Future expansion pack, you can use the Clothing Pedestal instead and replace the displays around the store or add them in as you like.

The second floor is home to the salon, which features a lot of custom décor. The Hairdresser mod by phoebejaysims is a great addition here and you can swap the chairs for their modded hairdresser's chairs and add a portfolio from them as well.

The third floor is a café, where I placed a food register from the World Adventures expansion pack, along with a chest-like chillbox for those who want to use Ani’s Sell From Inventory mod.

You can also replace the café display or add the Quick Croissants Coffee Bar from the University expansion pack or the Have Coffee With Me mod, for those who don’t have the expansion pack.

I decided not to add a tattoo shop, as it didn’t quite fit the theme I was aiming for with this lot. However, I’ve included an empty space in the basement with a 'for rent' sign so you can add a tattoo shop or create anything you like in this space.

This lot is a bit CC-heavy, as I have used more cc compared to game objects and these are not included on the download file. I’ve compiled a list for those interested in downloading them separately (please click the links above or go to WCIF Navigation page). The Ambitions expansion pack is required for the Salon lot to work in your game but I’m not sure about the others so please take note of the expansion packs with build items listed in the Details section above.

This lot has been play-tested and let me know if you experience any problems on your end!

[biibini]

you got me so soaked ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

can mizu handle all that?

tags: modern!mizu x f!reader, reader tries on lingerie, mdni pls, 18+, no plot just suggestive p0rn, reader got that body tea (bc ur body tea! i’m not kidding ik yall r baddies), foreplay, lacy lingerie, begging, pathetic, reader lowk dom, down bad mizu, smut smut and more smut, mizu nation rise up!

a/n: happy valentines day <3 some of the narration is influenced by gossip girl… i’ve been binging it and i’m now on s4 :P

Welcome to… Can Mizu Handle That? With your host, me aka bini!

Today, let’s test Mizu’s abilities in handling all of that, aka you in lingerie!

-ˏˋ⋆ Let the games begin! ⋆ˊˎ-

Behind curtain #1 is the first set: a sheer maroon red babydoll top with a big, black bow holding up the dress in the middle. the fabric flows out from the bow, revealing the lower parts of your stomach, teasing the rest behind the thin fabric. a simple lacy black pantie with a small, matching maroon red bow in the middle is paired with the top. your sheer thigh highs match the set, with black lace trim barely touching your panties, as if the whole set flowed down.

Let’s open curtain #1–

Oh dear.

It appears the sweet girl melted at the sight of you.

Mizu eyes slowly make their way down, her body stepping closer to yours. Her lightly calloused hands outline your figure. You feel the warmth of her palms burning past the thin fabric. Her grasp tightens right above your hips. Her lips find themselves against yours, slowly making their way down to your collarbones, leaving a pathway of deep, maroon marks to match your top.

Taken aback by her grasp, you try to pull away, attempting to gain control of the her hypnotization. But instead, she pulls you closer, leaving minimal space for you to escape her grasp.

The black ribbon in front of her teased her, letting her know that behind the black satin was your skin, soft and malleable.

Mizu gently tugs on the black ribbon, letting the ribbon loosen. She watched like a hawk as the babydoll top loosened against your figure. She was one step away from ripping the fabric apart.

It’s not like its made of steel.

“May I? Please?”, she quietly asked, holding back every bit of her that wished to ravish you all night.

Oh Mizu, little did you know there’s more to come…

We now have curtain #2 showcasing our second set: A purple lace set, mimicking a butterfly’s wings, matching with a luxurious sheer robe with a purple feather trim. The lace pattern reminds you of a rose garden, a repeated pattern of flower. The cut of your panties may start high waisted. But, a few holes provide easy access. Technically, you’re covered up, but one bend over reveals everything.

Be careful of the sweet honey you drop, reader. Mizu’s coming for the nectar.

Mizu spins you around, her jaw in awe of the beauty in front of her. She can’t help but pull the delicate robe off of you. Disrobing you at such an egregiously slow yet satisfying pace was a service she could barely handle.

Her hands reach out to feel the lacy bra barrier between her and your bare skin. In front of her laid a small hook, carefully hidden away from plain sight.

Did I not mention earlier that the hook is placed at the front?

Oops…

Your breath hitches as Mizu unhooks the bra. The warmth of her breath drives you crazy, feeling the heat from a few inches away. You hear your heart beat of your drum thumping loudly in your ear, anticipating what Mizu’s next move was.

You hear her curse under her breath.

“Fuck…”

All you could do was smile at her reaction, knowing more to what meets the eye.

“You like this one?”, you tease, guiding her hands down your figure, cupping her hand to the shape of your chest.

Mizu hummed in delight, taking in every curve and dip of your body. She can never resist you.

You sit her down at the edge of the bed (surprise! we always come prepared at this show) and positioned yourself in front of her. Typically, the roles would be reversed as she would be the one to cater to your every wish. But this set brought out a bolder, confident side of you.

Maybe it was the robe that did it…

As her hands continued to follow your guidance, you pulled her left hand closer to your unguarded entrance, circling around the lace edge. You feel Mizu’s fingers tremble beneath you, coated from your dripping liquid. Before she can go any further, you pull her hand away to take a step back.

Her flushed face spoke many words that could be later whispered into the night. It isn’t long before she falls on her knees, working her way up, kisses planted up your inner thighs. You widen your legs, allowing her to get closer to your aching entrance.

Does she wish to eat you out? Yes.

Do we have time for that today? Unfortunately, no.

Off to the next one!

Behind curtain #3 is an angelic two-piece: a lacy white bra held by two pink ribbons paired with short white bloomers to match. The kicker was a lacy garter belt by your left thigh with a small pink bow at the front. Alongside the garter were white sheer knee high lace socks with a simple ruffled trim. Altogether, the set made you look soft, romantic, almost fragile.

Mizu definitely didn’t wish to ruin this one. She wishes to worship every piece that touched your body.

You watch her eyes linger at your figure, amazed at the spectacle in front of her. She wonders how she got so lucky.

Mizu’s hands reach out. However, they hover right above your waist, hesitating to connect with your body. You look into those deep ocean eyes of hers, now deep in concentration.

Be careful Mizu. Something so alluring and angelic can have a devilish plan up their sleeve.

“Honey, it’s okay”, you pleasantly reassure, pulling her hands to your waist.

Her hands followed suit as you let go. She starts to gently caress you, keeping in mind the soft fabric between her palm and your skin. From your breasts to following down your spine, she pulls you close for a soft longing kiss.

You wrap your arms around her neck, guiding you two towards the bed. Before you can sit down, Mizu whispers in your ear.

“Let me hold you close.”

Before you know it, her arms hook under your legs. To her, carrying you is the easiest thing in the world. Her lips interlock with yours, soft yet so needy at the same time. She holds you upright as she crawls onto the bed, laying you down gently. As she crawls on top of you, you push her off, reclaiming a bit of dominance.

“I need you to…” you breathily say, coming up for air.

Mizu leans back with her mouth slightly agape, listening to whatever came out of your mouth. (a/n: blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff).

“To?”

You place your right leg in front of Mizu, hinting at the knee high socks.

“To take these off of me… Please…”

Mizu sat down in front of you, pulling your hips closer to her. Her hands reached to the edge of your right sock, dragging the thin fabric down to reveal the rest of your leg. The heat from the palms of her hands warmed you up. Her hands couldn’t help but grasp a little, especially when tugging it off.

“Be gentle!”, you tease, a light-heartedness found in your voice.

She smiled in response before kissing down your right leg, making you breathily moan.

Mizu then moved onto your left leg, noticing the garter belt by your thigh. Her hands trickle upwards, your breath hitching from the pleasure.

“And this too?”, she questioned in a sweet tone, looking up at you.

You nod in response, meeting her gaze. Before noticing the blush on her cheeks, she looks down at the decoration, carefully loosening the tie of the pink ribbon. With a delicate hand, she unties the garter and places it next to you, leaving a kiss on your thigh. She continues her work below, stripping away the other sock. You feel every kisses on the trail she left behind, from your thigh to your ankle.

You come back close to her, lifting her face to meet yours. You find her eyes gazing back at yours, filled with need.

Dare I say, almost pathetic.

With your thumb, you gently caress her flushed cheek, reassuring her work was done.

“Good job baby.”, you praise, planting a kiss on her lips once again.

You would think she would stay obedient for her gorgeous girlfriend.

It’s bold of you to assume such.

It didn’t take long for Mizu to pounce over you, feeling up every curve of your body. Her lips found their way down your neck, leaving wet kisses by the nape. You moan into her ear every time she nibbled at the sensitive skin.

Her hands reached up and down, pulling on the pink ribbons to loosen the bra, freeing your breasts. You feel her cup them, squeezing the soft mounds with little restraint.

“Is this a good job too, princess?”

Mizu quickly places her mouth on your boob, sucking at the soft skin, making you yelp out a “yes” in response.

“Good.”

Maybe I should’ve warned you first… Oops!

Final consensus:

-ˏˋ⋆ Mizu really can handle all that! ⋆ˊˎ-

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All Through the House

[5k Words/20 Min. Read - Husband!Chris x Housewife!Reader - NSFW/Smut - 1960s AU, Safe Space to Exercise Housewife Fantasies, Christmas Decor, New Cars, Homeowner Woes, Breaking Dry Spells, Arbitrary Beef with the Neighbors, Workplace Drama, Unfounded Financial Stress, Surprising Amounts of Holiday Spirit, Being Ridiculously in Love With Your Husband, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Light Bondage, Cowgirl, Strategically Withholding Sex, We Stan Service Top! Chan in This House]

[a/n: okay, now Christmas can be over]

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If you had to look at Katie Lee’s gorgeous house one more time, you were going to break something.

The wine glass you were scrubbing squeaked in concern within your grip. At first you thought it was your rubber cleaning gloves sliding disconcertingly over the crystal, and the subsequent realization tempered your burst of emotions. You knew Katie Lee wasn’t to blame, obviously, but the momentary contempt was at least safe inside your own head. Maybe you were just upset that the damn dishwasher wasn’t working. Then again, if the only thing wrong was that you had to wash the dishes by hand, maybe you wouldn’t be so on edge in the first place. The fact of the matter was that Katie’s husband, Minho, took incredibly good care of her. His job afforded her their gorgeous home, with its picture windows and sharp silhouette, and she obviously was able to conduct her home with auspicious jurisdiction. And it wasn’t like Chris didn’t take care of you, either. Your home was just as beautiful. Chris fought you on its modern design, its chic lines making it almost futuristic and fashionable, but you’d won out in the end. No, you had a beautiful home and were cared for decently enough.

But Katie Lee had a working dishwasher.

And worse yet, Katie Lee had just finished decorating for Christmas.

You were on the verge of snapping.

It was perfect, to put it lightly. There was still a whole month until Christmas was upon you, Thanksgiving barely passed, and her house already looked stunning. Strings of multi-colored lights wove around the trunks of the trees in the yard, and perfectly criss-crossed over Katie Lee’s immaculately trimmed hedges. Shining aluminum tinsel outlined those smudgeless portrait windows, reflecting the twinkling lights that were also strung along the sleek roof. Rows of little silver stars penned in the pristine concrete driveway. You’d never seen a house done up like hers. The last straw was the damn Christmas tree. Katie Lee hired a couple local boys to deliver her a picture perfect Douglas Fir from only-god-knows-where, and you steamed in your kitchen while you watched her hang pretty glass baubles and gilded tinsel all over it. The damn shrub made her house look like it was plucked straight out of a Redbook advertisement.

It was at that moment the garage creaked open, right when you considered calming down. Chris was home.

If anyone asked you, you would swear up and down that you loved your husband.

He was just… you know… going through something. Chris was afflicted with some unsaid condition, you could generously say. Your friends had once warned you that many young husbands hit some sort of speed bump when they reached a certain peak in their professional lives, and maybe this was that. Maybe he was worried about money. Maybe there was another woman.

No, you decided, it wasn’t that. Chris simply didn’t have the stones.

Regardless.

Whatever it was, it was driving you mad.

Chris didn’t even greet you when he grumbled through the doorway; he hung up his coat and stowed his briefcase by the entry table before simply walking back to your bedroom. He didn’t so much as look at you. The fragile stem of the wine glass you’d absently been scrubbing for the past five minutes finally snapped in your hand, much to your utter mortification. This wouldn’t have happened if Chris would let you call the damn repairman. You were convinced of it.

Only twenty minutes later did Chris finally see you in the kitchen, finishing the dishes. He’d slipped off his suit jacket in lieu of his favorite sweater. Setting his newspaper on the countertop beside you, he poured himself a glass of iced tea.

“I see Katie Lee’s been busy, judging by the lights,” he absently noted. His attention tipped in the direction of the sink, likely drawn by the bright color of your rubber gloves. “I wish I could feel that festive. Goodness, darling, you’re still washing by hand?”

You stared at him, agog. “Why are you surprised? You won’t let me call the repairman, dear.”

The tips of Chris’ ears blushed. “I won’t?... Well, I suppose that makes sense; we can hardly afford it.”

Your poor husband backed up a step with how abruptly you turned to face him. “Hardly afford it?” you repeated. “What on earth makes you think we can’t afford to fix the dishwasher?”

Chris babbled, silently gesturing as he tried to force out some reasonable defense. There was none, you both knew. You were in a far better place financially than you were when you first moved into the house. “Look, our nest egg–”

“Our nest egg,” you firmly echoed, “is fine, Chan.”

Your husband’s statuesque nose wrinkled. “You know better than to call me that. It’s Chris in this house, at my office, and everywhere else.”

The tension was heating up the whole kitchen. This normally wasn’t an issue, and it never had been, not since Chris first made the change. All you knew was you were sore as hell with your husband, and you wanted your words to cut him deep. “Minho didn’t change his name for the office,” you shrugged.

Chris’ eyes lit aflare and he audibly scoffed before snatching his newspaper off of the counter. “What the hell has gotten into you?! All this over the damn dishwasher?”

Something inside of you finally snapped, just like that wine glass earlier. Your short high heels clicked on the kitchen floor as you stepped right into Chris’ face and slipped your rubber gloves off. “The dishwasher and so much more, dear. Maybe you’d feel festive with some electric lights on the house but I’m sure we can’t even get any if my husband is too concerned with finances that he supposedly trusts me with to even pay for the goddamn dishwasher to get repaired.”

Your husband gazed deep into you, like he was trying to suss out just where you got off talking to him like this. Admittedly, it’d never even crossed your mind before…

But it felt good.

And you had Chris’ enraptured, uninterrupted attention.

This was the longest you two had been this close in months.

Chris’ brow furrowed, trying to decipher you before you decided to become more forward yourself. You took another step forward, making breathing room in between you impossible and causing him to back up against the kitchen counter. His eyes flicked to the side where you reached and your rubber gloves could be heard slapping down onto the counter. Next, his gaze widened when he found himself chest to chest with you. Brazenly, forwardly, and almost nervously, you reached one hand up to cup his cheek. The other, however, first rested on his chest… before caressing lower… and lower… Chris swallowed a breath when your hand closed over the firmness in his trousers.

“Darling…”

Half-excited, halfway warning, his voice was barely above a murmur.

“Don’t darling me,” you admonished. Your voice was polished sterling, smooth and sharp. The zipper on his trousers was relatively loud given the stark silence in the kitchen. “I think we need to re-establish the little pecking order that exists in our home for a reason.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Chris was trying his best to look aloof but was failing spectacularly, considering his hands gripping the kitchen counter on either side of him while you slowly began to stroke his length.

You nodded demurely in response, contrasting with your quickening pace. “I think you forget how this works. You make all the money. I manage the house. When I say that the dishwasher is broken, I expect that you’ll let me call a goddamn repairman to get it fixed. Just as well, when you lament that you’d like to feel a little more festive for the holidays, I start making a list of decorations to buy.”

Chris shuddered, suffering from the dry spell that preceded this. “I think–oh god–I understand what you’re getting at. If I keep you happy–”

“Then I’ll keep you happy, dear.” You grinned, almost condescendingly, and let your husband climax into your hand. Breathless and blindsided from the whole encounter, Chris practically collapsed against the counter while you nonchalantly stepped over to the sink, using cold water to get the mess off your fingers before using warm water and soap.

Your husband didn’t thank you, he didn’t kiss you; he simply zipped up, grabbed his newspaper, and stormed off into his study. This wasn’t offensive, of course–you understood that Chris simply hated being bested. An excited giggle almost escaped you when you heard him talking to the repairman on the telephone down the hallway. It seemed you’d succeeded.

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A small but noticeable change came about almost instantly. Something unlocked in your husband, something that’d been missing for some time. First there was the flowers he brought you the next day, but then there was also the way that Chris came home shortly after the repairman finished with the dishwasher on Friday. You’d been beside yourself, almost seething as the repairman began adding on cost after cost to the bill. Chris had come home, staunchly shooed him out of the house, and valiantly haggled with him in the driveway until you were writing a check for precisely the amount he’d originally been quoted. Sure enough, your husband was mindfully picking up after himself, helping you wash up after dinner, and even spending time with you.

However, you couldn’t deny that he still seemed down about something.

You observed him on Sunday, precariously perched on a ladder while he hung the new Christmas lights along the eaves of the roof while you sat out on the porch, paging through a magazine. Every so often, Chris glanced across the street to where Minho was washing the Studebaker. Eventually, Mr. Lee offered a wave, which Chris easily returned, but he put his head back down in his work instead of going over there and saying hello as was expected. Even when Chris rejoined you in the living room after a hot shower, he wasn’t reading his newspaper. He was just quietly looking across the street at the damn car.

This had been something you’d been aware of for some time now, obviously. Chris adored his Chevy, but it was currently surviving more than thriving. He’d worked on it and worked on it, but it was never the same since he had to replace a couple of the pistons. And that was to say nothing for the humble convertible you still ran errands in. It was still pretty, sure, but it was on its last legs. Chris was so quietly embarrassed by it that he politely refused to even let you park it outside. Myriad thoughts rushed through your head, trying to make sense of what could be going on. Although you had to admit, you were a bit turned off by the idea of reliving the mess of bringing the whole dishwasher issue to a head with Chris. You weren’t interested in talking things out and growing frustrated. If you wanted to cut right to a resolution, you had to be a little more creative.

It took a bit for your plan to fully coalesce in your mind, but once it did, you were quietly confident that this would help. Chris stood out in the living room after work on Tuesday, his daily paper tucked under his arm while he sipped on a cup of coffee. He was gazing at the damn Studebaker across the street once again, but you knew this would be likely and–if you were being honest–betting on it. You were quiet in your approach, softly walking up behind him. Chris tensed, the muscles in his back and shoulders firming up, but he seemed curious. You were gentle, perhaps a little sensual when your lips brushed his ear. Your lipstick left a faint smudge, almost getting a giggle out of you. Still, you remained focused.

“Sure is a pretty Christmas tree in the Lee house,” you lilted.

Chris’ broad shoulders rounded, a sigh slipping out of him. “Right. The tree. Yeah, it’s really grand.”

You coolly stepped around to his front, your chests pressing together. Chris raised an eyebrow at you, trying to predict what was coming. This felt familiar, but he couldn’t place why just yet.

“Feeling festive yet, dear?” you sweetly implored him. “The lights you hung up are swell.”

“Hmm?” Chris hummed, his mind absent. “The lights turned out terrific, yeah. I suppose I could feel a little more festive, though.”

“I could pick out a tree, maybe,” you suggested. “The gal at the flower shop told me she knew someone that’d give me a great price.”

“A Christmas tree?” parroted your husband. “I suppose you could, darling, but how on earth would you get it home? I’m no betting man, but I’d pay good money to see someone try to lash a whole pine tree to the soft-top.”

“Maybe it’s time for a new car, then,” you shrugged.

Chris nearly imploded, but you knew he would. He stopped himself the moment he realized your hands were on his belt. Now there were far more pressing issues to deal with, as you smoothly slid down to your knees on the living room rug. His zipper was down before he could even process what was happening.

“Darling!” he babbled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Right in front of the window–”

“The hedges are in the way, dear,” you placated. Your eyes met, your lipstick leaving a dot of crimson on the soft tip of his rigid member. Chris exhaled hard, his gaze darting to the cup of coffee quivering in his hand. His grip forcibly steadied while he swallowed a breath.

“What’s this nonsense about a car? The convertible–”

“Is a disaster,” you interrupted. Chris shuddered the first time you fully teased him with your lips. “Besides, I have my eyes on a certain… Chevy.”

“You’re not insinuating…” your husband gawked. “A new car for me? No way. We absolutely can not afford–”

“There you go again,” you rolled your eyes after you released him from your mouth. “The man who doesn’t touch the checkbook thinks he knows what we can afford.”

“Jesus Christ,” Chris groaned when you pulled his length back between your lips, massaging it with your tongue. “First the dishwasher, now a goddamn car–”

“Such a colorful vocabulary,” you smirked. “You kiss your wife with that mouth?”

“You suck cock with yours,” he grumbled under his breath. “Besides. Excuse me for being concerned that something might go wrong someday–”

“Wrong? With what, your job? That you’ve worked for five years already?”

“Darling, wait, why’d you stop–”

It was true. You’d stopped fully, simply enjoying Chris’ squirming. “You want me to start again? You want me to keep you happy?”

Chris bit at his lip as he gazed down at you. His erection was blushing underneath the smudges of your lipstick. There was truly conflict occurring inside him, enough that you could see it. You’d confirmed the fallacy: as long as he let you control the finances, he could blissfully insist that the two of you were still on the doorstep of the poorhouse.

“... Fine,” your husband relented. He nearly cursed out loud when you began working him over again. “But I need a budget.”

“No you don’t,” you casually rebuked. “Because you’re too stubborn to want anything actually extravagant.”

The scowl on Chris’ face was audible. “Fine,” he repeated. “We’ll get the fucking car. We’ll get the fucking tree. Now come on, let’s go to bed.”

“Bed?” you grinned mischievously. “I thought we’d take it all the way to the end right here.”

“But we didn’t get to last time!” he whined. “And besides, you never–”

“Never? Well, maybe now I do.”

Chris’ eyes widened for a moment before squeezing shut while you worked him over with a fervor. He teetered on his heels, trying to remain steady as you brought him closer and closer to the edge. You cheekily took the cup of coffee out of his hand and set it on the side table before he could drop it. Above you, you could hear your husband’s breathing growing more ragged, his gentle grip on your shoulder becoming more desperate. Finally yet suddenly, almost surprising both of you, Chris’ hips seized once he reached his climax. He collapsed into his easy chair shortly after, boneless and breathless while you chipperly blotted the edges of your lips clean and refreshed his coffee.

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Across the street, Katie Lee waved at you as she flipped through a magazine on her porch. Proudly, you waved back before setting the star on top of your beautiful Noble Fir. Chris’ new Buick pulled into the driveway shortly after Minho’s Stubebaker also parked across the street. Your husband came in, set his suitcase by the door, and kissed you on the cheek. He offered a nice, passing compliment on the Christmas tree, and set down a box of pastries for you from your favorite bakery.

But then he blithely skulked down the hall to his study. No questions about your day. No report on the minutiae going on at the office. No polite requests for dinner.

This was a concerning new pattern. Although Chris had been becoming more affectionate and doting, and even seemed to perk up more generally, he was still a sullen mess following his return from the office each day. The silver lining seemed to be, however, that you might not have figured out that specific element if you hadn’t made so much progress otherwise. You flipped through possible causes for Chris’ malaise like a Rolodex, before you finally came to the worst–but most prudent–solution. With a parting glance at Chris’ study door, you scooped up the box of pastries and headed out the front door to cross the street.

Katie Lee beamed at the sight of you trotting over to her porch with your offering of baked goods, and she promptly stood up after she set down her magazine.

“Sweetheart,” she gushed. “It’s been forever. Do come in, I have a fresh pitcher of iced tea.”

You tried not to ogle the decorations inside Katie Lee’s house, but this was a difficult task. For all the impressive opulence of the Christmas decorations outside, the interior was somehow even more so. Your neighbor waltzed into her gorgeous kitchen and produced a glass of iced tea for you with an impressive swiftness.

“Minho is tending to the gardenias in the backyard,” she explained whilst inspecting the box of pastries you brought. She took a bite of a madeline and swooned. “He’s seemed so stressed since the department learned about the promotion. I suppose Chris is feeling it as well?”

Promotion?! The overwhelming urge to interrogate Katie Lee right then and there was going to kill you. Instead, you did your best to swallow down your stunned expression.

“Promotion?” you demurely wondered. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Katie Lee blushed while trying to remain nonchalant. “I figured you, if anyone, would know! Apparently, the boys are all bickering and sprucing up their portfolios to become assistant director for the whole department. I’m shocked, seeing as Minho tells me that Chris is the one everyone’s terrified of.”

You felt as though you could explode, truth be told. There was some fancy promotion at work, one that would make Chris not worry about money for the rest of his life, and instead he was sulking at home?!

Your visit with Katie Lee was much shorter than expected, but only because your plotting resumed with a quiet ferocity.

It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that you felt that the pieces were in place to finally spring on your husband. The front door opened and closed, announcing his arrival home from the office, but you knew that next would come the momentary confusion that you were nowhere to be seen. Doors could be heard opening and closing, signaling that Chris was checking the backyard, your room, the bathrooms, the garage… until he finally opened his study.

You were tiptoeing on a stepladder, serenely hanging some colorful Christmas lights over his desk. The glittering string of electric decorations pooled haphazardly around your high heels.

Chris looked you up and down, trying to figure out what the hell you were up to. “... Darling?”

You smiled warmly. “I figured you could use some more holiday spirit.”

“Oh,” he blushed. “Thank you; I didn’t realize I seem so glum.”

“Incredibly glum,” you nodded in agreement. Chris came nearer and held your leg steady while he unwound the string of lights from your ankles. You couldn’t help but let a small smile pull at the corner of your mouth; Chris was always so protective of you. His hand was warm on your calf. Once you were free, you stepped down onto the hardwood. “Chris,” you pouted. “Let’s cheer you up. I bet we could throw a magnificent Christmas party.”

“A Christmas party?” he repeated. You cutely took the string of Christmas lights out of his hands and draped them around his shoulders.

“Yes,” you nodded, playfully wrapping him up with another round of lights. “We could invite the neighbors, all our friends, the boys at the office… your boss.”

“Wait,” Chris halted, staunchly pausing you. He was effectively trussed up in blinking Christmas lights. “My boss? Why my boss?”

“Be-cause,” you answered, sing-song. When you stepped forward, he took a step back. “It might help you get that promotion.”

The way you crooned the word brought out a sparkle in Chris’ eye, not helped by the twinkling of the lights strung around him. He was terrified, affronted, and intrigued, all at once. “Darling… Who told you about that?”

He took a step back, so you took another step closer. Chris stumbled back against his desk. “So you were keeping it from me?” you scoffed. His ears burned red.

“No, I–”

“Chris,” you softly scolded. He shut up right away. “All this about the dishwasher and the car… Despairing that something could go wrong some day? You’re melancholic whenever you come in through that front door. What on earth is going on at that office that’s got you so stressed?”

Chris refused to meet your eye. “Look, that’s enough. I'm the man in this house–”

With a twitch of your wrist, you pulled taut the lights strung around his chest. Your husband gasped; you’d earned his full attention. He understood he was grasping at any control he had left. Never in your whole relationship had he pulled any of that macho nonsense on you, so it clearly never held any jurisdiction over his values. You had him on the ropes and he didn’t want to admit it.

“The man in this house?” you sardonically repeated. “Well, I'm the woman of this house. Last I checked, that might even hold some weight.”

Chris’ Adam’s Apple bobbed when you pulled at his belt. You paused then, more than enough time for him to signal if he was distressed about your advances, and he seemed to anticipate more when you guided him to lay back on the sturdy desk.

“I just don’t think I have what they’re looking for, darling,” he said. “I’m sure you understand.”

“Like hell I do,” you stubbornly shook your head. “You're reliable, you’re a self-starter, and you’re a natural leader. What wouldn’t you have?”

“Well, you see–I mean, what I would–I mean, what I wouldn’t have–” Chris was a mess already. You’d apparently snubbed him twice by now, considering what he said during the last encounter. He gawked at you when you climbed onto the desk yourself. When you lifted the hem of your dress, your petticoat underneath raised just enough for him to confirm that you weren’t wearing any panties, something heretofore entirely out of character for you. “I just don’t think I have what they’re looking for…”

“You said that already, dear,” you sighed, clucking your tongue at him in mock admonishment. “And like I already said, I think you’re more than capable.”

“Well I’m glad you think so,” your husband rasped, “but you’re not the one in that office every business day. It’s not like inviting my boss will help. The pressure is–”

“I’m sure that pressure is big,” you grinned, and caressed his abdomen before you unclasped his belt. Chris stared as you busied yourself with slowly exposing his handsome erection.

A sharp gasp coincided with his head helplessly thunking back on the desk. “Oh god, finally… Wait, wait, what’re you waiting for?”

Another astute observation. Chris weakly lifted his head, only to see you brazenly, nearly sitting astride his hips, his painfully hard member just barely brushing against your entrance. “So we agree,” you teased. “We’re throwing a Christmas party.”

Chris initially responded with a subtle thrust of his hips, trying to get as much of you as he could. “Yes, you witch, whatever you want!”

“And you’ll invite your boss?” you purred, dipping him inside you for a single second. Chris winced with the pleasure, but also the sudden loss of it.

“Yes!” he croaked. “I’ll invite my boss!”

“Glad to hear it,” you giggled. “You can do it after you tell him you’re interested in the promotion.”

“I told you,” Chris wheezed, “I’m not going to bother, because I’m not going to get it–oh fuck!”

Your husband’s stiff curse was appropriate, given that you took him fully inside you, finally and suddenly, at that exact moment. However, you just as quickly lifted off of his lap. Chris fought at his impromptu restraints, the Christmas lights preventing him from grabbing onto you whatsoever. “I like to think, dear,” you pretended to frown, “that I have some standards.”

“You do!” he easily agreed.

“Then I’m puzzled as to why you think I suddenly allow myself to fuck men who are willing to settle.”

“Don’t play games with me,” he growled. “You know fully well that–hey!” Chris jolted when you started to torturously stroke him.

“You want me to stop?” you teased.

Your husband’s eyes bore into you, wild with arousal. “I want you to finally fuck me.”

Seeing you shrug nearly sent him into a frenzy. “Simple,” you said. “Say you’ll go for the promotion. Admit you’re worth it and can get it.”

The two of you stubbornly stared each other down. Somewhere deep inside you, buried under all that frustration and adrenaline, you were a little sentimental. This was a part of your dynamic you sorely missed.

“You brat!” Chris spat, his head falling back onto the desk, “you always get what you want. Fine.”

“Say it,” you taunted. Between your legs, your husband’s length pulsed in your grip.

“I’ll go for the goddamn promotion,” he panted. A proud smile spread across your lips.

“The boys are going to be so sore with me,” Chris added under his breath.

“And why’s that?” you implored.

“Because I’m gonna be the one that gets the goddamn offer letter. I’ve put in the time and I’ve had it coming.”

“Good. Let ‘em be sore. They’ll get over it.”

Chris very clearly had another retort in the chamber, but he didn’t have a chance to say it, not when you began to ride him. The string of Christmas lights were clenched in your hand like a set of reins. Instead of anything coherent, Chris was a babbling mess of groaned curses and swears. His brow was furrowed cutely, concentrating on the pleasure coursing through him. The tempo was so frantic, you rolling your hips against his and him thrusting up into you, that the desk rocked and creaked under you both. At the rate you were going, you were liable to climax at any second, your dry spell quickly coming to an abrupt end.

“Oh god,” your husband keened, his breath ragged. His hands uselessly scrambled and settled to simply clutch at the desk under him. “Darling,” he weakly pleaded, “you got me too worked up, I don’t know how long I can hold out!”

You did your best to mask the fact that you were right there with him. “That doesn’t sound very fair, now does it?” you giggled. “I’ve been so patient and you haven’t even gotten me there. You don’t think I’m frigid, do you?”

“No, not at all!” he blustered. “Come on, baby, please, get there with me–”

You grinned, benevolent. “You want me to get there with you?”

“Yes!” he ranted. “Yes, please, darling, baby, what happened to that pecking order?! To keeping each other happy–”

Good god, this really was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

“Fine,” you simpered. “Push me right over the edge, Chris.”

With a tight breath sucked between his teeth, your husband hissed out another string of swears as his hips canted right up into your spot, sending you both over the precipice. Your peak zipped up into you straight from your hips. It flooded your vision with spots of sheer bliss, getting you heady and reeling. Chris wasn’t better off, that vein in his neck pulsing from the way he clenched his jaw. His bucking hips toppled you over, punching a groan out of him when you collapsed into his firm chest.

Slowly, warmly, the two of you melted into each other, coalescing in a heap on his desk in the study. You breathed him in, the faint smell of perspiration outlining his cologne.

“We’ll need a caterer for the Christmas party,” Chris murmured against you. He seemed content to still be strung up in the length of Christmas lights, at least as long as you wanted him to be.

“A caterer?” you scoffed in disbelief. “Luxurious. You sure you don't mean a potluck with the gals?”

“What? No,” your husband argued. “The Lees would hire a caterer. We’re hiring a caterer.”

You both caught your breath as you helped Chris to sit upright and finally unwrap him from his unorthodox binds. “Chris Bang,” you laughed, “insisting on a caterer. What’s gotten into you?”

“I suppose it’s a Christmas miracle, Mrs. Bang,” he said with a humble shrug. However, he waited a beat and winked at you. “Got some sense knocked into me,” he explained. “I’ve got to keep you happy, after all.”

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Feel free to ignore my request if it's too much

So as you mentioned that you were in skypedia arc meaning you have completed alabasta meaning you know ace😁

So i was wondering if you would be able to write a modern au where ace and luffy meet go to a cafe where the reader is the owner and ace falls for the reader first like he loves her food and wants to thank her and then is completely blown and head over heels for her when he see's them and talk with them it would be amazing if the reader is gender neutral so that everyone can enjoy it thanks for going throught this hope you can do it take care!!!!!!!

a way to man’s heart…

# author's note ... IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM SO HAPPY FOR SOME OP REQS:( i hope this meets ur expectations!!!! :D

# extras ... a lot of food; gn! reader; modern au :D

“so, luff, today’s all about you. the food is on me!” ace grinned and patted his younger brother’s back. luffy’s eyes widened and sparkled with childish joy.

“you’re really the best, bro! can i pick the place too? there’s a new cafe that has opened up–” luffy started.

“your wish is my command” ace hummed and the younger one almost jumped out of his shoes, excitement over the roof.

well, it’s not everyday when ace visited his brother. as he moved out for university, they lost the ability to hang out that often. but it was summer, meaning ace could return to his hometown and his family.

“sanji went there already! he said the food was delicious – and ya know, he’s a cook! he knows the deal. he also said something about the service people… but i didn’t really care…” luffy put a pointing finger on his chin “it’s not that popular though… i hope they are open…”

ace listened with amusement to his little brother, soft smile on his lips. he missed him a bit more than he’d like to admit – the absence of his energetic yells was almost crushing in his quiet, lonely apartment.

upon arriving, they noticed it’s a very small and almost hidden from the society’s view cafe.

luffy barged in, doors swinging open, a sound of a doorbell ripping through the air.

it was empty inside, only soft sound of jazz music filling the room.

“yahoo! anyone here?” luffy hummed, looking around. then he came up to the check out, eyeing the menu. ace went to pick a seat.

a gentle voice spoke out, drawing the brothers’ attention.

“yes, welcome, come in! how can i help you?” the waiter asked with a happy smile. ace checked his phone upon realizing his not getting any say in the food choice anyway.

“can i see the menu?”

after what it felt like ages, luffy came back. buzzing with excitement, he tapped ace’s souldwr repeatedly.

“that lovely person gave us a food testing deal, so i ordered literally everything! isn’t it just the best day ever?” the younger one grinned, giggling boyishly.

ace frowned and turned his head to look at the cashier but they were gone. it was a bit suspicious but he didn’t want to burst his brother’s bubble. shrugging, he put his phone away and focused on luffy.

after a while, the waiter brought all the food that took up all the space on the table.

“are you sure you’ll eat everything?” the waiter asked and ace looked up, suddenly struck by their beauty. the name tag read ‘y/n’ with a small heart next to it.

“duh!” luffy puffed his chest proudly and dug in, not realizing how mesmerised his brother was.

“enjoy your meal, then! if you need anything else just let me know” you smiled and went back behind the counter.

ace smirked, an idea blooming in his head, and started eating as well.

he was a good lover, that was no lie. he has eaten lots and lots of delicious meals but those… those tasted like heaven. this carrot cake or rice pudding… could top sanji’s cooking, for sure.

there’s a saying “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” for a reason.

while exchanging joyous nods with luffy, ace knew he’ll leave this cafe with more than a full stomach.

“um, excuse me?” ace called and walked up to the check out, drumming his fingers against his wallet.

you came from the storage room, wiping your hands against your apron. a bright smile painted on your lips.

“yes?”

“i’d like to order another thing” ace smiled and with the corner of his eye he noticed how his words peaked luffy’s interest.

“mhm, of course! and what would it be?” you asked, looking at him interested. he (and his brother) were definitely unusual clients.

“two cups of cappuccino and an orange juice. and a dessert… of your choice, y/n” he said smugly and leaned against the counter, his muscular arm flexing.

your eyes widened… then your brows frowned and nose scrunched. ace giggled upon your reaction and winked.

“you should join us, y/n” ace hummed and then realized one thing: you’re at work “oh, i mean, unless the owner minds it but i can take the blame”

“oh, no. there will be no need for that. i’m the owner and i will certainly don’t mind” you sent him a soft smile and saw his lips turn into an o in awe “i’ll bring the coffee and be right back”

“ace, can i have your brownie muffin?!” luffy yelled.

in a blink of an eye you arrived, steaming cups of coffee and an orange juice. placing them down on the table, squeezing the dessert too, you pulled up a chair and sat down.

“i hope you enjoyed your food?” you looked expectantly at luffy.

“my friend, if i could marry a meal… i’d marry them all!” the younger brother cheered and you laughed.

ace’s heart melted – the sound of your laughter was the cutest sound ever.

“thank you so much, i really appreciate it” you hummed, grabbing your coffee cup. ace did the same and his heart skipped a beat when he saw that you made a heart out of foam at the top of his beverage.

“so you’re the owner? is it hard to own a cafe?” he asked before taking a sip.

you chatted with the brothers for a long time, occasionally pausing to serve the other customers that would come in. or to deliver more food for luffy.

ace fell for you with each word, gesture… everything you did.

before you realized it was the closing hour, sun setting behind the windows.

“we’ll get going, this guy has an important exam that he has to cram for!” luffy whined, puffing his cheeks and pointing at ace “i’d love to stay longer…”

“feel free to visit me whenever! don’t tell it to anyone but you might just be my favorite customers” you winked and luffy chuckled, packing his stuff.

“do you need any help though? we made a mess…” ace asked, looking at the table with empty dishes (and some stains from luffy’s messy eating)

“no, no, don’t worry. i don’t want to keep you busy. good luck with cramming!” you grinned.

“thank you” ace sent you a warm smile and pulled out his wallet to leave the payment since you already told them what the checkout is going to be (you didn’t mention you included a huge discount too).

when you came back from the kitchen where you put away the dirty dishes, the brothers were gone.

you walked up to take another part of the dishes when something caught your eye.

next to the bill there was a napkin with something scribbled on it.

thank you for satisfying my bro’s wolffish appetite! however i’d prefer to hung out with you without this rascal… call me? <3

xxx-xxx-xxx

masterlist <3

taglist. @eternalgyu ,, @haecien