#open mi dealership

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•”𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄?“•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐘/𝐍 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑:𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎: You and hobie where dating .After one big argurment who knew that he would almost lose you and your earth...

𝐀/𝐍: This story has tea but yeah enjoy this , I might make a series taglist . Let me know if you wanna be added to it. , this was so last minute sorry for anyone grammar/ spelling errors

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Implied NSFW, Drama, m , Angst

It had been at least 4 days sense hobie had seen you .

Many theories where going around in his head of what happened to you . He would try and try to not let those thoughts get to his head .

He had been trying every day to find where you were , he couldn’t find you anywhere , which left one thought lingering around .

You were Dead

He didn’t let that though stop him from finding his baby , but the funny thing was ,

You were hiding in plain sight.

While he was looking everywhere for you , you where out at malls , grocery stores, car dealerships, and walking down the street.

So for Hobie to be trying and looking for you he hasn’t been trying hard enough.

He would call Miguel on the hologram “is there anyway you could track y/n I haven’t heard from her in around 4 days “ Hobie told her .

“I mean if actually think about it , there’s a tracker in her suit , it works if you have been by her suit for a good 5 minutes or something, “ Miguel says .

“Why are just now telling me this , this would have been way helpful like 3 or 4 days ago “ Hobie told Miguel .

“What can I say , I forgot “ Miguel says . Hobie rolls his eyes .

“Well I’ll figure it out , I’ll let you know when I start tracking “ Hobie said .

And that’s exactly what he did , he would open his laptop and find away to track your suit

Meanwhile

You where chilling with miles , he was on the bed watching something on tv . You were searching through the clothes for a outfit.He had bought you over like 75 thins in the span of 4 days .

“You need to stop buying my stuff , mi vida (my life)”

“Why, bebe me encanta consentirte tu(Baby, I love to pamper you)” He smiles

“I understand but , Tengo más de 20 bolsas de ropa, solo llevo aquí 4 días. (i have over 20 bags of clothes , i only been here for 4 days). You tell him .

So , eres mi pequeño bebé de azúcar ( your my little sugar baby ) , you let out a sigh

“I can tell , mi vida ( my life) “ he winks

“Come here , Ven aquí (come here) “ -he says as he looks at you

You start to crawl on his bed and head to his side , you than crawl on his waist .

“Yes “ you ask him .

“I just wanted see you “ his hands start to go on your waist

“You already saw me “ you start to chuckle.

“I like when your up close and when your on my waist “ he says . You give him a kiss on his cheek . You start to stair off .

You start to feel your spider senses.

“They’re looking for me” you tell him .

“Who “ he starts to ask you

“The other spideys tracked my suit. Come on get up” you tell him .

You get of his waist and go get your suit from the washer . “Your going to have to give me marks or something so they think something happend “ you told him .

Miles comes from behind you and wraps his arms around your waist

“Have I not giving you enough, mami (mommy) “ he whispers in your ear , you eyeroll at him. You remove his arms from you waist .

“Why won’t you except my love , Cariño (honey) “

“I’m sorry baby but , we have to get ready you have to put me on the bag thing . But your keeping the gifts ok “ you point the last part at him .

“Alright I’ll make sure to keep the chains Loose but not to loose “ he says , you nod and smile .

You go to the bathroom and put in the Spider-Man seat , when you come out the bathroom he already put his suit on.

He would than take you to where the punching bag was . He would tye the chains around you .

“You know , I’m so mad your not getting treated the way you should be “ miles says .

“I know but , during the time I was with you I enjoyed it “ you smiled.

“He comes and gives you a peck on the lips . You would show a smile .

“I’m glad I treat you right , Pero solo promete mantenerte en contacto (but just promise to keep in touch )” He tells you

“Prometo ,(I promise) “ you tell him

For the rest of the time you guys would talk about whatever, and that’s what he liked about you , how you could talk forever about anything.

Your spidey senses would start to tingle

Due to that ,Miles would so called “leave “ when he really was still in the place , he would come back and see that you where gone . He wasn’t surprised but knew the time would come .

He checked the punching bag seeing a note from the other spider- people saying .

“We got her back , try harder next time” he rolled his eyes and took the note and crumbled it up and tossed it to the ground .

Although he would just see your face and feel your presence he missed you , he loved being around you. He hated knowing that someone was taking advantage of someone like you . When if you were his he would never let you feel like you had no worth in the relationship to the point where your opinion was wrong .

He would text you making sure the you would get home safely he wouldn’t anything to hurt “ his girl that’s not his girl but really is his girl “

- yeah we made it home safe

When he saw the we he became said , where you talking about the ex who didn’t knew how to love you

Because if so , his heart would tarnish , all the money he had spent . During those 4 days it felt like y’all knew eachother for a whole lifetime .

He would take a minute to deal with his emotions before he would send the message.

-Alright that’s cool , can I come by later”

You and him would both take a break before trying to respond .

-Yeah ofc , Hobie is out at the mall for whatever reason ,I thought he would want to watch are favorite shows … I guess not

You would send that to miles , his heart would start to pound he felt kinda sad , like he wish he could do more but … he couldn’t . It wasn’t his place to take of someone else’s girlfriend, but miles would definitely do it .

Hobie was shopping for you as a “take me back I'm sorry “ gift. While he's there he remembers “Pandora Braclet“ , you had a pandora braclet for years , so why not get you a new charm.

Why not get a heart charm to symbolize y’all relationship

He starts walking until he gets bumped into “watch it mate“ he hisses. Prowler miles starts to look up to see hobie. He does a slow laugh. “what's funny I want to laugh too”. “You're the infamous Hobie “ He smiles. “Yes that is me and you're “ he questions, “ Y/n’s best friend “ he smiles. “Cool “ he says. “Well I just want to let you know when I'm on the phone with her she has been telling me you've been slipping “ he lets out a sigh

“And to if you don't fix it I'm going to slip in, to be honest if she was my girl I would mad and sad right not i would try to apologize and spoil her not to mention I could never hurt her feelings, I hope you don't fumble the bag thought “ he ends with a little snicker. “I hope the bags save your ass, “ he told Hobie as he looked down at his hands

“Me to bro me to “ hobie says he puts his one hand his pocket and goes to pandora store with the words of y/n’s best friend still ringing in his mind

Miles would leave after the little talk with Hobie to head to your apartment so y’all could watch tv together.he would go to a gas station near you apartment and buy snacks that you like .

But what did you know that both of the guys where trying to get you something

Hobie was at a custom flower shop, ti pick up a order ,Earlier he went to other places.He bought all the stuff he knew would make you smile and picked up a pre-made boquet of flowers that had said H+(Y/I)=❤️♾️

His keys would start to rattle at the door as he struggled to balance everything from the flowers, to a box then to bags he would open the door .

“Baby I understand that you know I didn’t watch tv with you but I hope thes gifts make it up to you . He would open one of the boxes , which had all your favorite food and drink items .

“Oh and baby while I was their I meet this werid guy who said he was your be-“ he would cut his own self off when he seen the

“Bestfriend “

Walk down the hallway with paper towel in his hand about to throw it away .

“Hobie , Miles , Miles,Hobie “ you’ try to introduce them to eachother because you didn’t know that they had a previous interaction.

“Well we’ll , we meet again don’t we” Miles smirks

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Disorientation

The high-rise that the company resided in was a monolithic structure comprised of black steel and glass in a design that evoked the Mies van Der Rohe heyday of skyscrapers.

It would have fit in nicely with most major metropolitan cities but stuck out like a sore thumb in Marterborough where it loomed over everything.  Seeing it for the first time made David think of the ill-conceived Leaning Tower of Pisa replica in his suburban hometown.  It was the brainchild of a man who ran an auto dealership and thought sticking the monument on his lot would help drum up business, only to discover that most of the looky-loos had no interest in buying a vehicle.

He was sitting in his car debating on whether or not to go in.  Anxiety and lack of sleep from the lumpy mattress in his motel room had caused him to arrive almost an hour early, which was presumably why there didn’t seem to be anyone else around.

Surely though there had to be someone in the building, a security guard, or the custodial staff at the very least?

David grabbed his thermos and briefcase off the passenger seat and made his way across the parking lot to the front door, which seemed to take longer than it should, as if the building were slowly receding from his approach.

The lobby was a vast open space with black, silver-speckled marble on the floor and enormous panels of highly-polished mahogany adorning the walls.  In the center stood a large, semicircular desk made of the same wood, but there was no one seated behind it.  David waited a while assuming the person may have run to the bathroom, but after fifteen minutes he grew restless and headed over to a bank of elevators along the far wall.

He pulled out his phone and verified the floor and office number he’d been given before pressing the button for thirty-seven.  The elevator began its accent in near silence which was a far cry from the shuddering box in his old place that always seemed ready to drop its occupants to the ground.

David let out a sigh and smiled.  This was the beginning of a new chapter.

The grin quickly slipped from his face the moment the metal doors parted.

He checked again to make sure he was on the correct floor before shuffling out into the hall.  All the elegant opulence of the lobby had vanished, replaced by two perpendicular corridors with dingy gray walls and industrial carpet the color of pea soup.  Banks of florescent lights hummed overhead casting their own sickly green pall and the clash between the two made David’s eyes ache.

“Hello?”  David said, but only the buzzing glass tubes replied.

“I’m supposed to be starting work here today.  My name’s David Schiff.”

He began heading down the hallway directly in front of him until he saw the office numbers and then reversed back and turned left.

The first door had a brown plastic placard affixed to it with 201 stenciled in white.

David nodded to himself and kept walking until he’d reached 217.

All of the office doors up to that point had been shut, but this one was slightly ajar.  He slowly pushed it open, announcing himself as he entered, but there was no need.  The room was empty apart from a small metal desk with chipped beige paint and a wheeled office chair with chocolate brown burlap fabric that was frayed at the edges.

There was a manila envelope in the center of the desk with his name written on it in black marker.

This time the sigh was much longer as he mentally excoriated himself for uprooting his entire life and driving out to the boonies on nothing more than some ludicrous phone call.

David opened the paper flap and shook the contents out onto the desk which were some stapled pages that appeared to be an orientation packet and another envelope of the standard letter variety.

He stared at the white rectangle wondering if it contained the punchline to this asinine practical joke.

Instead, what he found was a check with his name typed across the front for an amount that was more than two-month’s salary at his former job.

David inspected the chair to make sure it was sound and then sat down and started reading the first page of the packet.

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Pornstache | P. 11 Finale

Pornstache Master List

Word count: 6.2K

A word, before you get into the FINAL chapter of Pornstache. This story started because of a sweet friend I made here on tumblr. I did my best to include some of her favorite things and, some of mine as well. The whole reason the inmates got together to read this story is because it was her brain child and she requested a story of August Walker as a prison guard. I’m so happy that I obliged. I had a blast exploring this story and the end is… ah, you’ll see.

Thank you all for the encouragement and support. You are all amazing and I hope you enjoy.

WARING: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact, this chapter is absolutely NOT suitable for work.

Mentions: Adult Language, Praise Kink, P n V sex, Choking Kink, Spitting Kink, Slapping/Spanking Kink, HEADS UP WE GOTTA SQUIRTER, Dirty Talk – if I missed anything, let me know and I’ll add it in afterward.

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Once you were in the elements again, you were made more grateful for the change of shoes and socks as August escorted you back to the SUV. He was quiet, and if he was afraid, he didn’t show it. You couldn’t trust the CIA. August made that much certain, but could you him? August had a secret identity, John Larkin, which made no sense. Wouldn’t the CIA know about that, being as their entire purpose was to gather intelligence, but they didn’t even know that one of their Agents had a secret identity?

As August got into the driver's seat again, he carefully pulled out of the space. His posture was relaxed, as if this he was on a Sunday drive through town.

August had explained the whole plan. There was no way that you could trade in the car you were in. It was likely that whoever the leak was could track your location using it, so you weren’t out of the woods yet. You need a new ride, one that August knew for sure wouldn’t have a GPS tracking device installed by the government. Now days all vehicles came with a standard GPS system but it was nothing like the technology the CIA had.

Coming to a stop at the intersection, instead of turning into the car dealership, August pulled into the gas station and parked at the back near the dumpsters again.

“I want you to stay here.”

You swallowed. He was leaving you here all alone. What if someone saw you, potentially recognized you from tv and called the police?

You didn’t know if they were looking for you, but you had the feeling they probably were. If someone could get inside the prison to attempt killing you, what were the chances there wasn’t someone else to take their place? You didn’t trust it and August saw as much on your face.

“I’ve been listening to the news all night. If they were going to report your escape, they would have done it already.”

That didn’t make you feel any safer.

August leaned across the console and popped the glove box open. The usual suspects were all inside, except for two things. One was a gun which August took a stuck into the back of his pants and another was an envelope.

Taking the envelope from inside the glove box, he presented you with a fifty-dollar bill from its interior.

“Go into the gas station, get yourself some food, a coffee, pop. Whatever. Waste some time in there, spend a few bucks and then come back to the SUV. When I’m finished at the car dealership, I’ll come and collect you. Just act normal. You’re not an escaped convict, your just on your lunch break killing some time before you go back to work. Ok?”

Maybe it was years of working with CIA and learning facial cues, or you were just that easy to read. August folded the bill in his hand, before his fingers caught your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“YN, I will not let anything happen to you.”

“You promise?”

You did not know what possessed you to ask him, but it was out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. You always prided yourself on not needing anyone, regardless that having someone to lean on was part of your most intimate fantasies. From a young age, you learned that the only person you could depend on was yourself. No promises made; no promises broken. Sometimes, it wasn’t a lack of compassion or sympathy, but people had their own problems and they were too busy to drop everything to help someone. You needed to be dependent because you didn’t know any other way to live.

His thumb and pointed fingers caressed your chin and in the most confident tone, he said, “I promise.”

His eyes said it all if you didn’t believe your ears. August Walker would not put you in any more danger than you were already in. He would keep you safe until all this was over. As something else lingered in his deep blue eyes, you tried to place it but he was already turning to exist the vehicle.

Cold air hit you in the face as you leaned back in your seat. The sudden silence inside the vehicle made your stomach drop, and you had to fight not to have a panic attack as you looked out the window, watching August walk through the parking lot and then stop at the sidewalk. He looked both ways before crossing the street and you couldn’t stop the sudden urge to rush to him and beg him not to go.

Maybe it was everything from the last twenty-four hours, but you had the silliest notion that if he got to that car dealership, maybe you would never see him again.

What if all this was just a rouse and August was going to call the police once he reached the dealership? But then, what he’d said rang clear in your mind again.

He was asking you to trust him and you had no other choice.

It took a few minutes of heavy breathing before you reached over the center console and took the keys out of the ignition before sliding them into your pocket and opening the car door. You would do what August told you–no matter what your heart said, you couldn’t trust that organ. It had already gotten you into enough trouble. You listened to your gut. August told you to go inside and waste time, so that was what you would do.

On shaky legs, you entered the gas station. A cursory glance toward the registers told you that the attendants weren’t reaching for their cell phones or watching you like a hawk does a field mouse. They were waiting on customers, paying you little to no mind at all.

Slipping toward the back where the coolers were, you tried to force yourself to look casual. The fifty dollars August left you was crushed in your palm inside your jacket pocket as you looked at the drinks. Nothing was appetizing. You were too anxious, but you knew you needed to hydrate, and you also needed to keep your strength up. What if you and August needed to run from someone on foot?

As you walked around the aisle, you began a small collection. Peanut butter crackers, a Payday candy bar, a Hershey’s with almonds. A single serve sleeve of Oreos and Ritz crackers. You got yourself an iced coffee from the machine–even though it wasn’t really iced coffee. It was more like a milk shake disguised in coffee flavored ice cream. Fuck it. You’d been in prison. You deserved this goddamn bit.

On a whim, you got an apple, a banana and a bottle of water too.

Sliding up to the counter, you dumped the contents onto the counter clumsily and didn’t look the cashier in the eye while they rang you up, but you were watching them, regardless. The woman never looked up at you, not even when she rattled off the total and needed to use one of the counter fit markers on the fifty-dollar bill.

You collected your change and stuffed it in your pocket before grabbing the sack and your ice cream coffee and hurried back outside to the SUV.

You couldn’t see August from across the street and fear tried to gurgle up in your stomach under the guise of stomach acid.

Instead of getting in the passenger seat, you climbed into the driver's seat and angled yourself to look out toward the dealership. You weren’t even aware you’d eaten all the peanut butter crackers until your fingers bumped your teeth. You’d eaten a hearty dinner last night, but it was nearing mid-day now. The unforeseen pitfalls of prison life were the system had reprogrammed your stomach with a routine of its own. You were used to eating at a certain time, three times a day, and a meal of peanut butter crackers, a banana, and iced coffee were the first things to hit your stomach.

Perhaps there was something to being hungry because as your stomach filled up and you drank some of the water, you felt a little better when a black Ford Explorer pulled into the space behind you.

It was August.

The entire exchange had taken thirty minutes at the most as you pushed the driver's side door open and hopped out.

“Toss the keys in the dumpster over there.”

August instructed you from the passenger window.

You nodded, hurrying over, and tossing the keys to the SUV inside before hurrying back to the Ford and climbed inside.

“Did…everything go, okay?”

He had the car, but who knew? Was August confident enough to just steal a car at gunpoint and then casually drive across the street to pick up his cohort? Maybe, but his smile told you yes.

“I told you, it’s going to be fine. Now, we need to get as far away from this area as we can. I don’t know who might track us and I’d rather not be here when they put boots to the pavement.”

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No matter how many times you offered, August wouldn’t let you drive. Insisting that he was fine for a few more hours, and then a few more hours turned into all day. You didn’t know how he did it, keeping himself awake–staying finely tuned on the road.

You hated road trips, even as a kid. It wasn’t anything to do with getting sick; it was that your ass went numb and no matter what, you eventually always fell asleep because of boredom.

The sun disappeared and soon the interior of the car was lit by the dim glow of the console lights. The dashboard clock said it was nine pm when August stretched his back and flicked his blinker to get off the interstate.

A string of motels lined the off ramp, and he pulled into the second one, a Days Inn.

“How about some room service and a shower?”

August looked at you, a tired, bemused smile on his lips as he pulled into an empty parking space.

Food, a hot shower, a bed that wasn’t a cot? It sounded like a dream come true. You felt exhausted, bone weary tired considering you literally did nothing. August wouldn’t even let you drive.

“It sounds great to me, but I know you’ve got to be absolutely exhausted. Tomorrow, please, let me take turns driving for a few hours.”

You were almost begging him.

It didn’t feel right allowing August to shoulder all of this. There was literally nothing else you could do. If he let you drive for a few hours, maybe that might help your feelings. It was a sin almost, the way you held so much guilt and shame. It made you feel useless, as if you were not good for anything in this endeavor.

August tilted his head toward you, his eyes shielded. “I’ll think about it.”

You let out an exasperated sigh as you got out of the car and stretched, twisting, and turning as the joints popped back into their appropriate alignment.

“That sounds painful.”

You glanced back at August, unaware that he was standing so close.

“It’s fine.” You said.

He’d let out a long, breathy grunt after getting out of the car. He was larger than you and his legs were much longer as well. Surely, he didn’t enjoy sitting like that for hours.

“It’s you I’m worried about.”

You commented offhandedly as the two of you walked, both a little stiff legged, toward the canopy that hung over the hotels entry way.

“I’m used to it.”

He grabbed the door and held it open for you and you scurried inside. You were almost certain you were somewhere in Tennessee, but you could have been mistaken. At some point, all the signs blended and who knew how far August had driven while you were nodding off in the passenger seat.

“Looking the way you look?” You asked. Of course, the look of skepticism was easily read all over your face as you gave him a once over. “I highly doubt that.”

August’s chest puffed out proudly.

“You would be surprised by the amount of loafing around there is involved in my work. More than half the field agents I work with look like the Pillsbury doughboy. I’m just holding off my impending heart attack by forcing myself to the gym.”

August handled checking in. Of course, you overheard the arrangement. A man and a woman checking into a motel. Right now, you and August were under aliases as husband and wife. You would be sleeping in the same bed.

At this point, you were too tired to care if August slept in the same bed as you. All you wanted was an end to this nightmare and if bunking down with a hunky CIA agent was what got the job done, then you were happy to oblige.

Two keycards were issued and you slipped one into the pocket of your jacket while you and August went up the elevator.

“What do you want to eat?”

He was looking at the menu the second the two of you reached the room and you were in the bathroom. You’d been holding your bladder for hours and the closeness and possibly made you feel a little too comfortable as you spoke through the slit in the bathroom door.

“Anything, honestly. I’m not picky.”

You were starving, your stomach made some incredibly unladylike noises and had been for the last several hours as you began to strip out of your clothes, carefully hanging them up on the towel rod because you didn’t have anything else to change into. You threw away your scrubs at the gas station and you wouldn’t have wanted to put them back on anyway. Instead, you would just sleep in your clothes.

The shower did wonders for your spirits. Beneath the hot, weak spray – which you were used to in prison – you could actually see a way out of this.

August reasoned that by tomorrow or possibly the next day, the two of you would have made it to his home in Wyoming and from there, he could start gathering intelligence against Ransom and whom ever he was paying off at the CIA but it was still too soon to bring someone from the higher ups in, August needed to know every facet of this operation before he contacted the bureau. One day, and hopefully soon, you would be safe from Ransom, August wouldn’t be in hiding, and both of you could go about your lives.

You could already smell the food when you stepped out of the shower and dried off, noticing for the first time that there were robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Suddenly, your night just got one hundred percent better. You didn’t have to sleep in your jeans.

Sliding it over your arms, you finished drying your hair with the towel and slowly made your way out of the bathroom. August was sitting on the side of the bed, drinking something from a Styrofoam cup. It looked to be a dark soda. “What did you get?”

A bizarre kind of excitement rippled up your backbone, making sure your robe was securely closed as you sat down on the side of the bed with him.

“Ordered something called a southwest chicken salad, burgers, fries and Dr. Pepper.” August said.

It sounded like heaven.

You and August tucked into your meal, sharing the salad between the two of you and demolishing the burgers and fries before eventually situating yourselves against the pillows.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this full.” You said. Satisfied.

Moaning, you looked up at the ceiling as you clasped your hands over your belly.

One of your legs was half out of your robe and for right now, you couldn't care less. You were sitting in a comfortable bed; in the plushiest robe you'd ever felt in your life and your stomach was full after starving nearly all day long.

He looked at your legs, but you missed the dark shift in August's eyes. You released a content sigh, causing your breasts to swell inside the white terrycloth robe.

"I'm going to shower." He said. The even keel of his tone didn’t tip you off that there was anything you had done to him, but the tension in his jeans spoke volumes that went unnoticed.

August got up, clearing away the food containers and as soon as he was in the bathroom, you pulled the covers down from your side of the king-size bed and smuggled down, stretching your legs with a small moan of satisfaction.

Your brain said now would be a great time to put the television on. It had been so long since you fell asleep to the quiet drone of the television in your bedroom at your apartment. But you were far too tired. Instead, you rolled onto your side, nuzzling your face into the pillow with a small yawn. You were asleep before you even heard the shower start in the bathroom.

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Darkness filled the room except for the bluish glow of the tv on its stand at the foot of the bed, but that wasn't what woke you. It was a bone-deep chill that made you shiver as your feet and toes felt like they were made of chunks of ice. August must have turned the heat down in the room when he got into bed. Turning slowly, he was lying on his back, shirtless; the sheet pushed just below his navel. Even in this sparse lighting, you could see the muscles of his abs standing out in sharp contrast, the thick warm blanket of chest hair that grew only slightly thinner down his abs.

One arm was stretched above his head as you tried to turn over, thinking perhaps if you curled up again, you would warm back up since in your sleep you turned onto your stomach. With a grunt, the robe was getting tangled, and you were trying to fix yourself when you sensed eyes on you and you looked up to find August, sleepy eyed and staring at you and the entire top of the robe was wide open, your breasts completely on display.

Fire hit you from your face to your core, having August's dark hooded eyes devouring your breasts.

"What are you wiggling around so much for, little bird?" August asked you.

His tone dropped, deep and husky as his arm shifted from above his head and you watched his bicep flex as he sat up on it.

"I... got cold and then my robe was twisted." You said.

You swallowed hard, pupils blown in the darkness, but it wasn't the light that caused your pupils to swell and dilate. It was him. August gripped the sheet bunched at his waist, moving it as he turned and you caught a glimpse of the dark fathoms beneath the blanket and knew he wasn't wearing anything in the bed as his large frame closed the distance between you quicker than he should have been able to.

"You don't look cold to me," he whispered, a kisses whisper away from your lips.

He was so close and you could still smell the remaining cologne that clung to him like a second skin.

“You look, mouthwatering.”

The pace of your breathing sped up as he drew even closer. Without much thought in the action, your hand moved from beneath you, coiling into the thick tousled curls at the back of his head intent to pull him in when his lips came crashing down against yours in a hard demanding kiss.

Warm honey flooded your senses as his lips tasted yours and he swept the belt of your robe away in a quick motion as you caressed his bare, sinewy shoulder, the muscles beneath the skin rippling beneath your touch before his fingers coiled around your wrist and pushed it down into the mattress beside your head as his tongue swept past the gateway of your lips and filled your mouth.

A moan reverberated from your throat as August pulled your robe open and his knuckles skimmed over your abdomen before nudging your thighs apart and the fire struck your core again as his fingers teased your sex, stroking your folds. He tilted his head, allowing him better access to your mouth, and your tongues massaged against the others before you suckled his own and a jolt ran up your spine, his fingers sliding through the dew of your folds. Reaching the silky sheen of moisture collecting and running his fingertip over your entrance properly lubricating the heat as he brought it up to your clit and added a pressurized swirl around the swelling jewel.

Your breath hitched, a sharp pitch erupting from your throat. Your body tense with anticipation and then suddenly turning to jelly as his finger ran up and down the hood of your clit, your muscles loosening as if you had just sunk into a hot bath only to be simultaneously replaced by a tremble in your knees and thighs.

Months had passed since you were with Ransom, and the same could be said since you’d touched yourself. You had a strong imagination, but not even those vivid images were enough to block out the lack of privacy where you were. You didn’t mean to, but your brain tingled only seconds before your muscles squeezed nothing, pushed over the edge of resistance by his finger on your clit. August broke your kiss, mirth shimmering in his dark eyes realizing what he’d done to you and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“That easy, huh?”

He was still smirking as he moved his body between your thighs and the prick and burn of whiskery kisses traced your jaw while you were reeling from the quick, sharp orgasm that swelled in your stomach. He wasn’t stopping, and his tongue laved over your nipples before his fingers came to snap them between his thumb and the side of his index finger. It was sharp, almost painful, but the pain was replaced by something secondary and stronger. The tingle was dizzying as his palm suddenly came down, slipping your tit. August eyes glowing in the dark as the flesh wobbled and fell firmly back in place with a pink outline of his palm.

For longer than a few seconds, you couldn’t breathe. You’d never been struck – not in the way August just did, confusion reigned supreme. You didn’t think you would have liked that.

“Do it again.” You said.

You begged him, squirming unable to control yourself as your bottom lip trembled.

“Please, August…do it again.”

You were panting hard as his fangs gleamed in the streetlamps that streamed into the room through the sheer curtains.

He caught both of your wrists in his hand, stretching them above your head before his palm came down in a hard sharp clap that rang in your ears as much as the sting throbbed on your skin and you cried out. You were straining against his vice hold on you. You weren’t going anywhere, but it meant nothing to your body, you weren’t in control of it anymore as tears rippled to the brim of your lashes, warm and then cooling in a painful contrast that you were aware of everything happening to your body.

He was enjoying this, watching you squirm beneath them, your aching cunt searching for friction until he ran his thigh between your legs as you arched into it. Your back coming up off the bed as he rained down a torrent of sharp hits to your breasts, alternating until you were panting and hyperventilating beneath them.

The haze that filled your mind was screaming for one thing, try as you might to get the words out, only cries of pure bliss would come, wordless to your lips. Every muscle in your body was vibrating, almost levitating you off the bed.

Your face was aflame, redness seeping to the flesh of your cheeks as your eyes sprang open, lashes matted in tears as you panting. It didn’t matter how hard your back arched, squirming to get closer to him as you scrubbed your pussy against his thigh and you realized, he was laughing, quietly to himself before all the humor left his eyes and his palm struck your cheek, not as hard as the way he’d slapped your breasts but enough to sting before his fingers dug into your cheeks as he held your face still.

“Tell me what you want me to do to this tight little body, you fucking slut.” He said.

Growling as he glared down at you. You shivered, your hips twisting and turning beneath him as your feet scrambled for purchase against the sheets, your mouth falling open in a perfect O to release the pressure on your jaw where he held your face before spit shot hard and fast from his lips, landing on your lips and inside of your mouth.

A cry of desperation erupting as your head rocked back against the pillows, burying the crown of your head into the pillow.

Your body was betraying you in so many delicious ways that you'd only imagined in the very darkest corners of your imagination. You hardly had a second to think as a strangled whimper passed your hungry lips.

August was unraveling your deepest desires in one swift go.

"Fuck me."

You were begging him. You didn't think you could stand it a second longer if he wasn't inside you.

"Please..."

His fingers released your jaw. Another sharp, stinging slap struck your cheek, and you nearly convulsed with the throbbing heat that his hand left on your cheek, but it didn't stop there. It wasn't possible that he wasn't inside you and your pussy clamped down, heat flooding your abdomen as your hips frantically squirmed against him, grinding your slick cunt on his thigh. Those soft little hairs that covered his well muscled thigh adding another level of friction to sate your desire - but only by minor measures. You were desperate for more. Your nipples were hard and aching, as his grip on your wrists above your head never wavered. Instead, his assault continued. August alternated between your breasts and your cheeks. A little tap would come, then a much harsher smack would redden your breasts further.

"That's right, desperate cock hungry little whore. Grind your pussy on my thigh, little bird."

You were nearing the brink of tears, feeling the moisture slid over your temples. He kept taking you to the cusp and then he would move his thigh and watch you try to reach him again. You were so wet and your cunt felt swollen as you looked down at your bodies and saw his cock.

Long and thick, he was totally engorged, standing proudly, bobbing against his toned abs whenever you tried to get loose, to pull him close. Your thighs shivered, covered in a sheen of moisture.

"Go on then, show me how much you want it."

August's voice was nothing but a harsh gravel like a growl as he held you in place, one hand flattening on your abdomen, restricting your movements even while you tried to reach him.

"Fuck!" you said. You were gasping for air as he kept you pinned, whimpering and whining like a desperate and starved puppy. "Please August... please, I need your cock stretching my fucking pussy. I want you to fucking pound my tight cunt with your fat cock. My pussy's throbbing so bad it hurts, please. Please."

Your voice resorting to a tiny, anguished moan that was barely higher than a whisper.

In an instant, he released you, sitting back as he grabbed his cock, stroking as his other hand moved from your stomach and gripped his balls, giving them a squeeze.

"Fuck."

August grunted under his breath.

"You want it so bad, come fucking ride my cock."

He shifted, moving back into the bed on his back, snapping his fingers at you. You scrambled, not hesitating another second as you sat up, your arms slipping out of the robe as you turned onto your knees, begging, and pleading under your breath. You didn't know how he would fit inside you, but you were desperate to have him filling you. As you climbed over him, straddling his broad hips, one hand found your hip helping to steady you while the other reached around and landed a stinging smack to your rear. Your back arched, whipping your soaked cunt over the thick length of his cock, dragging your clit on his shaft.

"Go on little bird, let's see if that aching little cunt of yours can take all of my cock."

August moved his hips and the hot bulb of his cock slotted against your entrance, another snap of his hips and the first three inches sunk into you, spearing you over his length. Not stopping, he pulled you down on him and the shaft of his cock only continued to stretch you to your limits in a delicious ache that made your skin break out in goosebumps.

Despite his urges for you to do – he was the one in control, a clever kind of manipulation as he pressed his hips up and effectively burying himself to the hilt inside you as you gasped, legs trembling as your hand pressed flat against your stomach, the way he filled you making you feel drunk off a haze of lust now that he was snuggly filling your tight wanton hole.

“Full, little bird? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You managed a tormented nod as you rolled your hips forward and ground your clit against his pelvis only for his fingertips on your hips to dig into the flesh, knowing they would leave bruises like the ones you’d be carrying on your breasts and raw patches on your cheeks.

Soon, you were both moving in rhythm together, your palms flattening on his lower abdomen, each time you tried to speed up his hands would stop you or a hard slap to your breasts or ass would slow you down. Your walls fluttering around his cock.

“August…please?”

You swallowed a lump in your throat the third time he stopped you from chasing your orgasm.

“What’s the hurry, hm?”

One of his brows arching up as the first light of dawn broke in through the window, casting your hotel in a wash of golden rays, turning your bodies orange and sunbathed.

Smirking up at you, August’s hand moved from your hip, locking around your throat as the other hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you down an inch from his face.

“Open wide.”

You couldn’t help but obey as he rolled his hips, churning his cock inside your clenching walls. Spit flying against your tongue had you catching your breath as you grabbed his shoulders as he started bouncing you on his cock.

“Put your hands behind you back, hands on your ass and don’t you fucking move them or I’ll keep edging you until your screaming for me to let you cum.”

You automatically obeyed, as if you’d following his orders all your life. Your arms moving behind your back, holding onto your ass cheeks as he pulled you down until you face was against his neck, then he began to punishing pace.

The frantic sound of his hips clashing, the hard steady speed of skin clapping against one another sent you into piercing cries of pleasure. His hand at your throat tightening, his thumb squeezing with his middle and ring finger against your windpipe, cutting your oxygen levels. He felt every time your limbs would grow weaker for the need for oxygen but you didn’t fight him, instead allowing the waves to wash over you and then, his grip would slack, low growling purrs of his voice in your ear telling you to breath and his thrusts would slow to an agonizing pace. He brought you to the edge time and time again. His demands becoming praise.

“That’s my girl, so fucking obedient. Keep your hands behind your back, little bird. Don’t move. That’s right, sit pretty just like that and take my cock. Good girl.”

You were on the brink of crumbling as he purred into your ear before his smeared his lips across your cheek, taking your lips quickly, his arms suddenly locking around your back and you were on your back and August was on his knees, looming over you as he grabbed the back of your knees and hauled you up to him. His hand held your hip as he turned you halfway onto your side, angling you legs just the way he wanted them before he began to hammer into you, his other hand seeking out your clit.

“Good girl… good fucking girl.”

Sweat beaded on his forehead and chest, across his shoulders as your eyes rolled up, it hit like a hurricane, everything tingled as your toes curled up and your back arched, pushing your clit into his fingers that were rocketing over your tender bud. A tight knot forming in the bottom of your stomach when you screamed out.

Your cunt gushing suddenly as you spasmed, ejaculating over him like a faucet, squirting all over his cock as he let out a roar, his cock swelling inside you as thick jets of cum emptied within your devastated walls, painting them white with his seed.

When it stopped, you didn’t know, slowly coming to with August moving over you, brushing the sweat streaking pieces of damp hair away from your face, his lips tracing over the raw, red patches of your cheeks, his hands soothing your temple as you kissed and kissed. For a long time, all you were aware of were his lips, his hands, and the praise pouring from his lips like a prayer.

“Such a good girl, you took me so well, little bird. My good girl.”

That last part was growled, a sense of absolute possession cemented in them, yes. You were his.

“Hullooooo! Yn! Earth to YN!”

You snapped forward, startled. Your thighs were clenching together hard, the bright sunshine blinding you, your cup of yogurt felt too warm in your hands from holding it, transported into a different reality of your daydream.

“W-what?” You asked, confused.

You ran your tongue over your lips again, still tasting sweet from the last bite of strawberry yogurt you’d taken.

You weren’t in a hotel with special agent August Walker, you were sitting by the window in the breakroom of your bank job. You were just a simple teller to the good people of [YN’s town].

“Girl, you were completely zoned out.”

Your coworker giggled softly.

“August is staring at you again.” She said.

You swallowed hard, glancing at the doorway into the little kitchenette were the banks one and only security guard had come in to refill his coffee thermos.

These daydreams were getting worse and worse. The time before you were a Russian Spy and August was your target. You shook your head softly.

“Would you excuse me for a second, Candace? I… I need to do something.”

You had to put a stop to this once and for all. You couldn’t afford to lose your job just because you were mooning over the beefy security guard that was hired a few months ago to take over after the old one finally retired. You didn’t think old Ron even knew how to fire a gun much less stop a robbery in progress.

As you approached, August glanced back at you over his shoulder, like he could sense you coming and turned to offer you an almost shy – yet hopeful smile.

“Miss YN, it’s a beautiful day…don’t you think?” He smiled, showing off his fangs.

“It is.”

You nodded, glancing away as you bit into your bottom lip, maybe this was stupid. He was so handsome; would he really be interested in you?

Candance had her suspicions, and as unhelpful as it was – because your brain instantly went into fantasy mode, she always leaned over whispering that August was looking at you.

“So, I,”

“I was,”

You and August began at the same time and you laughed nervously.

“Please, you go first.” August said.

You took a deep breath and let it out, trying to remain calm even though your panties were soaked from your last trip to the twilight zone. You couldn’t believe you were doing this, but at some point, in your miserably life, you needed to take a chance.

“Mr. Walker, would you like to go out to dinner with me? I… I know it’s a little unorthodox, a woman asking a man out – but well, sometimes you need to be proactive.”

August’s smile turned into a million watts.

“I… like unorthodox.”

Beneath his beard, his cheeks tinted pink as did yours.

“Yes. I’d like to go out.”

You felt dizzy with joy as you exchanged numbers, set to talk over plans outside of work for some night next week.

[careerarm2-blog]

May 8 - Kentucky

Mother’s Day on the road! It doesn’t get any better! And with sunshine finally! We left Nashville and drove towards Kentucky. We HT a major traffic jam just outside the city due to an accident. But a “highway response team” came and cleared it quickly. Haven’t seen those in California.

It took 1 1/2 hours to get to Bowling Green, Kentucky, home of the National Corvette Museum and since the early 1980s the Corvette Assembly plant. The museum is quite interesting, showcasing the first Corvettes, its designers, races won, etc. some of the exhibits show the cars in real life situations: a car dealership, 1960s Main Street, Route 66, a gas station, etc. A mural made of tiny photos sent by Corvette owners, together with license plates from different states occupies a section of the museum. The best license plate read “Hi Officr”. The museum made the news in 2014 when a huge sinkhole , 30 ft deep, opened in one of their showrooms in the early morning and it was captured by the security cameras. Nobody was hurt but literally destroyed a few valuable cars. Through a window in the floor, we could see 30 ft. down!!!

Next stop was downtown Bowling Green. It has a pretty town square surrounded by many old buildings. Unfortunately as in many small town, these small shops are disappearing. The plaza has a beautiful fountain and some nice statues. It looked very well kept. I read somewhere that there are 500+ Dollar General stores in Kentucky which have taken the place of small town stores. We then drove 30 mi utes to Cave City, our stop to visit the Mammoth Caves Park tomorrow.

[near-manassas-va]

Near Manassas VA

Other Businesses that Use Portable Storage

Are you aware that there a lot of business that use portable storage? It has something to do with the services offered by MI-BOX Company. Basically, the MI-BOX portable storage works with many business owners. These include restaurants, landscapers, retail stores, and contractors of all kinds. Basically, they use MI-BOX portable storage containers to make their businesses more efficient. In some cases, it also helps business owners to save money and labor expenses. Other businesses that need them are restoration companies, fire and flood contractors, insurance companies, schools, parades, music festivals, postal kiosks, realtors, event planners, park districts, auction houses and more.

Events

For so many years, a certain place usually gains popularity among travelers and backpackers due to alluring events. In other words, the activities that are scheduled ahead of time in a given location are truly crowd-pleasers. However, more online events were conducted for months due to COVID-19. With that, a lot of people are hoping to attend actual events recently. In Manassas, VA area, there are also pre-scheduled events. This coming July 10, 2021, there will be a Business Crossing Networking Mixer/Launch Party at around 5:30 in the evening at the Jirani Coffeehouse. Two days later, the Black Belt Boot Camp: August 13-14th event will take place at 9231 Sudley Road.

MI-BOX of Northern Virginia

The way MI-BOX in Manassas, VA assists a client is truly interesting. The company is one of the well-known Northern Virginia storage service providers. Basically, they have delivery difference in the industry. With that, their patented level-lift delivery system keeps your portable storage container level during pickup and delivery. In addition, you have the option for them to keep your MI-BOX portable storage container on-site or they can store it for you in their secure warehouse. They offer personal service that customers truly need these days. Interestingly, the MI-BOX dealerships are locally owned and operated, and it allows you to talk to the people who know and run the business.

Manassas Area Unemployment Decreases: Feds

The latest national unemployment and jobs figures portray a labor market that is moving closer to normal, but the country still has a record number of job openings. The unemployment rate in the Manassas area has largely improved since the beginning of the pandemic and there was some improvement from March to April, according to the federal Bureau of Labor Statistics. Read more here

Nowadays, unemployment is a hot topic. Simply put, a lot of people are curious about how to obtain jobs at current time. Recently, it was mentioned in news reports that the unemployment rate in Manassas location has decreased. No wonder it’s a well-known topic in social media and various online forums. Recently, the country still has a record number of job openings. With that, the unemployment rate in the Manassas area has largely improved since the beginning of the pandemic and there was some improvement from March to April. This is also based on the record from the federal Bureau of Labor Statistics.

Manassas National Battlefield Park in Manassas, VA

We think that the Manassas National Battlefield Park in Manassas, VA is one of the common travel destinations in the city. Aside from that, many people go there in order to enjoy sightseeing. In addition, some travelers love to learn new things so that going to the said place is fun for them. Profoundly, there are a lot of interesting things in the said tourist spot. The famous park is a unit of the National Park Service located in Prince William County, Virginia, and north of Manassas. It preserves the site of two major American Civil War battles. Lastly, the exact address of the said tourist spot is 6511 Sudley Rd, Manassas, VA 20109, United States.

Link to map

Driving Direction

3 min (1.7 miles)

via Groveton Rd

Fastest route, the usual traffic

Manassas National Battlefield Park

6511 Sudley Rd, Manassas, VA 20109, United States

Head south on Featherbed Ln toward US-29 N

7 ft

Continue onto Groveton Rd

1.3 mi

Turn right onto Balls Ford Rd

0.1 mi

Turn right

0.2 mi

Turn right

Destination will be on the right

253 ft

MI-BOX of Northern Virginia

7425 Merritt Park Dr Ste 135

Manassas, VA 20109

[anninhiliation]

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The Queen @madnesxsss “ hello queen of smut 💗💞 can i request some car sex with chris in his new car? make it as dirty as you want yk i love your nasty ass. thank youuu ily ❣️😙 “

Masterlist           Requests close Nov 10

Warnings: I made this as nasty as I could soo 18+ you sinners ITS FOR THE QUEEN 

The wind fluttered through my hair, as the smell of a new car flooded my senses. Earlier today I went with Chris to the car dealership to pick up his new ride. We spent the rest of the day driving around Miami breaking in his new car. As the natural sunlight dwindled down, and the street lights turned on, things took a heated turn. The street lights illuminated Chris’s cheekbones and gave his brown eyes a golden tint. The shadows that contrasted with the street lights accentuated his jawline, making it appear as if he could cut glass. 

“Estas mirando” he smirked

“Ahora estoy tocando” I purred as I placed my hand on his thigh 

I slowly moved my hand up and palmed his member. Chris let out a groan as I felt him harden under my touch. I removed my hand once he was fully hard and tied my hair in a high ponytail. I unbuckled my seatbelt and moved my knees to the seat, crawling over to him. I unzipped his black jeans, letting his erection pop out. I licked my lips as my mouth began to drool looking at the sight in front of me. I grabbed his length and enclosed the tip with my mouth. Chris moaned as his pre-cum danced around my taste buds.

“Fuck Nena” He groaned 

 I sunk down deeper while his free hand explored my body finding ways to slip his fingers under my clothes. I massaged the rest of the length that did not fit in my mouth as I bobbed my head. Chris pulled over the vehicle as I relaxed my jaw bone, sinking down deeper. He groaned out as he hit the back of my throat, making tears roll down my cheeks. I gagged for air around him, as his hand shot up to the ceiling. 

“Carajo cariño” He moaned

His head hit the headrest as I came for air drooling all over his hard cock and sunk back down again gagging around him. He began to pulsate in my mouth, and I began to swallow, making him lose the ability to form a coherent sentence. His release was quick to follow springing out of him and hitting my taste buds. I pulled out of him and sucked him dry, massaging what I could ensuring any leftovers were landing on my tongue. 

“Nena ponte el cinturón de seguridad” Chris ordered as he turned on the car again and shifted it to reverse. 

Chris quickly shifted to drive and sped away, turning onto a back street. He swerved onto the first dirt road he saw and parked the car once all we could see were trees. Chris sprung out of his seat belt and hovered his body over mine. I wrapped my hands around his hair as I marked his neck with my lips. He moved my seat as far back as he could as I painted his neck with redish-purple clouds taking my sweet time on his sensitive spot. Chris sunk down and squeezed under the glove compartment, as I moved one leg to rest out the window and the other on the driver’s seat. Chris pushed my panties to the side, letting the cold air nip at my soaked core. He kissed my inner thighs slowly making his way to where I desperately needed him. My fingers laced with Chris’s hair tugging at the locks. His warm breath grazed my skin as he broke the gap and sent me to the stars. I moaned as my swollen nerve endings felt Chris’s tongue draw patterns. I bucked my hips begging for more as I felt Chris’s hand grab my thigh restraining me from what I wanted.

“Chris” I whimpered tugging on his hair again

Chris groaned at how needy I was for him as I felt the cold metal of his rings bury themselves inside me. After two fingers stretched me out, I lost the ability to say anything besides his name. His fingers curled hitting the right angle, continuously hitting my sweet spot.  His tongue created a rhythm of patterns and kitten licks. His moan sent electricity to my body, forming a knot inside me. My walls hugged his fingers, tighter and tighter as I felt my edge come closer and closer. 

“Dale” Chris grunted feeling me lose the ability to keep the knot tied

On his command, I slipped off the edge seeing stars as my eyes rolled to the back of my skull. My thighs pulsated as I screamed out Chris’s name. I came down from my high and I searched for the oxygen that had escaped my lungs. Chris hovered over my body as I felt his hardened member gently tap my slit. His mouth painted his own redish-purple clouds against the blank canvas of my neck as he slid himself inside me. His hand rested on my hip as the other balanced on the shoulder of my seat. He grunted as my fingers scratched down his clothed back as he roughly pounded in and out of my sensitive entrance. 

“You feel so good” he whispered as all I could muster were whimpers and moans.

My hands intertwined with his hair and the back of his neck as we hungrily kissed each other. The tight space and the heat pouring out of our bodies made them shine under the moonlight. His thrusts took a sloppy turn as my own orgasm was coming close. My walls contracted around his grith as the pace slowed down.

“Fuck nena” Chris grunted “release”

I unraveled underneath him losing my senses, as Chris released in the middle of my high. Chris slowly pulled out of me and gently opened the car door, holding my leg ensuring not to hurt me. 

“Venie” He smiled as he helped me out of my seat. 

My shoes hit the ground and Chris bent down in front of me and lifted my skirt. 

“¿Que haces?” I giggled as he pulled down my soaked lace underwear

“Getting rid of this” He stated as he threw the lace mindlessly somewhere in the car. 

“Chris!” I protested and he laughed

“Ay mami they were in the way!” he defended 

“Mi amor pero no se donde estan ahora” I whined

Laughing, Chris grabbed my hand and guided me to the back seat. 

“Eso no importa” He growled as he sat down in the back seat and dragged me on top of him.

His hardening dick hit my sore entrance and I slowly sunk down on him, moaning out as I felt his juices slowly spill out of my slit. He groaned as I grinded on him, letting his member explore new places. My hands rested on his shoulders as I set a pace of my liking.

“¿Te gusta mami?” He grunted as he grabbed my hips and helped me go faster.

“M-hm” was all I could say as words slipped from my mind.

The car bounced with us, as Chris lifted up my crop top and unhooked my bra. My boobs bounced free and he moved his hands grabbing them. His mouth replaced one of his hands as the other tugged on my hardened bud. I grinded on him again as my legs gave way to the pleasure. Chris moved over to my other hardened bud, as he began to thrust his hips helping me create a tempo. I felt my self coming near my edge again as my swollen cunt could not take it any longer. 

“Chris” I whimpered as the pleasure began to wash over me again

“Dale Nena, and one more after this.” Chris groaned

“¿Nene estas loco? Where else are we going to fuck?“ I whined as I felt my walls tighten

“Don’t worry mami, just cum for me” He grunted as he grabbed my hips again and thrusted harder

I gave in to the pleasure, letting my legs fully give way as I slipped into a euphoria. Chris was quick to follow me, filling me up with a new load, pushing some of the old juices out. I stayed in Chris’s embrace for as long as I could. He pulled himself out of me, as he gently laid me down on the seat cushion.

“One more princesa” He cooed as he fully got out of the car 

“Chris I can’t walk anymore carry me to whereever” I pouted batting my lashes to him

“Okay nena” He chuckled as he scooped me up. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the hood of the car. He gently laid me down and made a trail of kisses from my ankle to my inner thighs. I felt my sore pussy create a new flood, mixing in with all of Chris’s cum. His warm breath hit my swollen entrance once more. 

“Mi amor, I can see how wet you are through my load” he smirked

“Chris” I whimpered, as my exhausted brain gave up on saying anything else

His warm breath panned against the hem of my skirt making me whimper at the lost contact. Chris’s lips kissed my stomach, and up the valley of my breasts. My hands that were sprawled on the hood of the car, moved to Chris’s neck when he was bent over my body. I kissed him, filling him up with my desire. His tip hit my swollen pearl, making me moan out against his lips. I collected all the energy I had left to buck my hips, luckily slipping his head inside me. He hissed as he felt, how easily I stretched around him. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the car as he rammed into me. The juices were pouring out of me the more he thrusted. I was already so sensitive, I felt my knot already begin to form. 

“Chris” I moaned as my walls contracted around him 

“Dale, and then we can go home and Ill clean you up” He huffed as his hand drew figure eights against my swollen nub. 

I was too weak to hold onto the knot and let it go. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, as I saw white. Chris rode me out, and once I came down from my high he pulled out of me and massaged his shaft over my sensitive cunt. His warm liquid came shooting out coating my lower lips. He kissed my cheek and then pecked my lips before picking me up again and gently placing me in the shotgun seat.

“Fuck that was amazing” I mumbled against his neck

“Yeah mami it was” He chuckled kissing my forehead

[jawnjendes]

don’t want your hand this time | shawn mendes

chapter 1/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: i know i know i posted a thing yesterday but UUUHHHHH im just tryna get to the saucy parts of this bc SOMEBODY decided to be all hot n sexy in a certain music video ANYWAY this is just an intro chapter of sorts and we are introducing some new characters!! lmk your thoughts thots!

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When Annalise Flores has shit to do within a time limit, she forgets about everything else. Her phone goes on silent, she ignores her other obligations, and she makes sure to get whatever is in her focus done. This has proven to be disastrous in the past, like when Annalise just needed to clean the entire dorm before starting any homework assignment was due the next day. Or when she reorganized the filing closet at the dealership before adding up the gas receipts she was ordered to do. You get the idea.

Annalise was very determined to get all of her unopened boxes, and her clothes to fit in her tiny, beat up car so she didn't have to make multiple trips, given how far campus is from Shawn's apartment. He promised he would help her move when he got home, he had that huge Jeep after all, but Annalise was way too antsy. Besides, they already fought about this, and she didn't want to start anything all over again. She didn't want him to feel obligated to help if only one of them was into the idea of her moving out.

After pushing on the car door three times, it finally clicked shut. Annalise successfully managed to stuff all of her clothes and half her boxes into the backseat. The rest of the boxes were in the trunk. The windows were all covered, so maybe she wouldn't be able to see her blind spots, but at least Annalise wouldn't have to make a second trip. She silently thanked the Tetris gods for blessing her with the appropriate skills as she went back up to the apartment.

Shawn's living space didn't look that different with all of Annalise's belongings out. Most of it was all stashed into the "recording" room over the summer, and neither of them spent any time in there. There was more space in the closet now, too. It was no longer just a black abyss, and all of Shawn's belongings were now undisturbed. Annalise debated smuggling out his black Nike hoodie, but given the circumstances it was best to leave everything as it was. The apartment didn't look any different really, but Annalise still felt an ache from her throat down to the bottom of her feet as she removed the spare key from her chain and left it on the glass dining table. This was easier than saying goodbye to him in person.

~

Campus was nowhere near as quiet and lonely as the apartment. Students were running around like headless chickens, trying to locate buildings, schedules, and friends. She already had a key to her dorm, so she parked near her building and carried her backpack and two boxes up the walkway. Annalise's resting bitch face and the clunk of her boots on the ground gave her less of a struggle to push past other students. Weak and fragile as she was these last couple of months, she's still got it.

The dorm building wasn't too far from the last one she lived in, but it was going to be a bitch getting to her classes. Maybe she should invest in a bike… or she should get her shit together and take the bus.

Annalise's new dorm was on the third floor, and it was furnished. Weird, yes, but she was not going to complain. It was a bit smaller, but not cramped. There was a tiny hallway between the two bedrooms, and one cramped bathroom. She noticed one room already had boxes sitting on the floor, and she couldn't help but get just a little excited. Stella hadn't completely abandoned her. Annalise wasn't even mad about their three month long silence, she was just happy that she would be seeing a familiar face.

She didn't run into Stella at all during the multiple trips she took bringing all her stuff in. Annalise knew she was here, though. Her perfume scent was always left behind in any room she had been in, and Annalise definitely caught the scent in the dorm. The same amount of boxes were still in her room by the time Annalise finished bringing all of her's in. She figured she could have texted Stella, but she kind of wanted to surprise her… even though they both knew about the other.

She checked her phone anyway. The only text she had was from Shawn.

"How come you didn't wait for me?"

Pursing her lips and smudging the signature black lipstick, Annalise cleared the notification and went to sit in the armchair in the living room. She was way too tired to try to reason with him. She certainly couldn’t jump into the "I miss you" crap so quickly either. She didn't want to, but Shawn obviously did when he sent another text. Out of sheer habit, Annalise opened the notification instead of clearing it, and she cursed under her breath.

"You've been gone only a few hours and this place already feels so sad and empty. Why did you leave your key?"

Yeah, she left him on read. She didn't know what else to say to him.

Thankfully, the lock on the door jiggled and in came Stella carrying a large cardboard box. She gasped and her hazel eyes lit up when she saw her dark natured roommate. She quickly squatted down and set the box on the floor before coming at Annalise with open arms.

"Mi esposa hermosa!"

Annalise will never say this out loud, but Stella gives wonderful hugs. They two girls haven't seen each other in over three months, so getting a nice tight hug was something that was really needed. They rocked from side to side, giggling at the motions. It was like nothing had really changed.

"When did I become your wife?" Annalise asked, amused as she leaned back to look at her.

"When we decided to live together for the third year in a row!" Stella replied. “Oh you got a little…” Her thumb rubbed under Annalise’s lip, showing her the black.

“The struggles of being goth,” she joked.

Stella giggled, and then the rambling began. "How are you? I'm so sorry we didn't talk much over the summer. Did you stay with Shawn the whole summer? Oh, is he here?" She bounced on her feet, looking around the dorm.

"Uh yeah, I did stay with him the entire time," she told her. "And no, he's not here. He's working."

Annalise knew he wasn't. He had found her abandoned key, which meant he was home. And he was probably sulking. And he was going to sleep alone...

"But he'll be here later, right?" Stella asked, nudging her arm. "Y'all are gonna christen your room, eh?"

She really had to ask, didn't she? She really had to jokingly ask a question that would change the expression on Annalise's face, thus warning her of the things that had happened. She wasn't sure why she kept an obviously fake smile on her face as she silently stared at her roommate. The silence alone wasn't enough, apparently.

Normally, Stella would dramatically gasp, sit her down, and ask Annalise to spill every detail. Instead, she sighed.

"Fill me in while you help me bring my stuff up."

~

Classes and club meetings resumed within the next couple of days, so it gave Annalise plenty of excuses to keep her texts to Shawn dismissive and short. She knew he was coming and going from campus for class too, but due to their different majors, he was going to be very far away from her. Not to mention, he didn't know where her new dorm was located, so it wasn't like he could track her down.

Except… Annalise had to retake biology. She knew Shawn was at the science building quite often, and she had hoped her bio lab fell on a day that he was at the fine arts building. But you know, life just happens, and sometimes you see your mans between classes. Sometimes you just see him leaving classroom, towering over the other students because he’s a giant. Maybe you’ll see him with a very short girl at his side, and they’re both laughing at something. Maybe he won’t see you either because he’s balls deep in banter with this random girl.

There was a lump in Annalise’s stomach following that minor event, and it made her anxious and uneasy for the first day of that class. Still, she was determined to stay on board with the separation they both agreed on. It was better that way for now. She didn't know about Shawn, but Annalise fully intended on keeping the distance, suspicious-looking friends be damned.

Anyway, she could find friends of her own too. Gaming club meetings started up again that Friday, and it was something to look forward to. After god knows how long, Annalise attended said meeting after receiving an email from the head of the club, Josh. He and his friend, Paul, ran the club most of the time. They managed to get plenty of people to sign up during the rush earlier in the week but only seven of them actually attended the first meeting. Just like every year.

Both Josh and Paul were scrawny blond boys with "nice guy" complexes. They were polite for the most part, given that they inducted Annalise into the club the moment she signed up. But they also quizzed her on just about every popular, mainstream video game there was once they realized she would actually be showing up to the meetings. It took time, and a bit of Annalise telling them off, but they were civil towards each other now.

"Annalise!" called Chad as the lady herself entered the classroom in the communications building. He was another member, and he had his two frat bros with him, Kyle and Jared, and they both chanted her name in their deep, manly voices.

All different heights, but same amount of insane muscle. For lack of better words, these guys were meatheads with good intentions. Chad was a student with one of the highest GPA on campus, practically competing with Josh. Kyle was the star student in his major, sports medicine. Jared was that guy who beat up bigots as a hobby. All three of them were fully dedicated to their fraternity, Sigma Chi.

Then there was Patrick, who nodded to Annalise as a greeting. She nodded back and took the empty seat next to him in the circle.

The people who think Annalise Flores is a complete hardcore goth have not met Patrick Markowski. This was a guy who was always decked out in leather, ripped jeans, and black eyeliner. He had a proper faux hawk, which is what made people notice him the most. He typically surrounded himself with other goths, unlike Annalise. He was truly dedicated to the lifestyle, while she deviated from even that sometimes. This was the only guy in the club Annalise was actually friends with.

Anyway, all seven of these nerds shared the same appreciation for video games, which brought them all together in a circle, in an empty classroom, in the communications building this evening. However, Annalise's entrance caused the guys to deviate from the main topic.

Josh and Paul had been staring at her with their mouths open the second she entered the room. The Frats were visibly excited and each gave her a high five. Patrick merely stayed quiet and smiled.

"Heard you almost fucking died!" Chad told her. "And you didn't tell a single one of us!"

"I thought you had actually died," Josh spoke up. "Since you never miss a meeting and all."

So that got around. Cool.

“I wasn’t dying,” Annalise said, rolling her eyes. “I just had part of my colon surgically removed.”

“No way…” Jared said in wonder.

“Oh, that’s disgusting,” said Paul with a gag. He brought the collar of his red Pizza Planet shirt over his mouth.

The Frats stared at Annalise in awe, almost impressed by her vague explanation. She really didn’t understand the fascination, given everything that happened during and after the hospital. Of course, they knew nothing about any of that. At the same time, Annalise was annoyed at Paul’s dramatic reaction, so she kept talking.

“It might happen to you too if you don’t take care of yourself and listen to your body,” she told him. “Or worse, you could end up with a bag of your poop attached to your belly.”

Paul gagged again, much louder this time. Then Annalise decided that that was enough and directed the conversation to the club’s main topic: video games.

“So who’s played Team Sonic Racing?”

It was only the first meeting, so the group made a plan to bring their Switches and play next time. The Nice Guys prompted to play a round of Fortnite online later, but Annalise was not up for that game in the slightest. Too mainstream. Too chaotic. She never could get into it.

“Well, we can play without you,” Paul suggested, “not everyone has to join in.”

“Isn’t that a rule, though?” Patrick asked pointedly. “If we’re gonna play something together, we all have to agree on one game. Besides, I don’t play Fortnite either.”

Paul's eyes darted around, trying to look for a counterargument, but he sighed. “Fine. Anyone else got any suggestions?”

“What about a D&D campaign?” Annalise said. “Or some type of board game?”

Josh scoffed. “It’s video game club. Besides, me and Paul already have a campaign with our other friends.”

“‘Course you do,” she mumbled, folding her arms.

“Ooo! I got an idea!” Kyle spoke up, raising his massive hand. “We should hit up Bart. That bar with the art and retro games?”

Annalise perked up. Finally, someone with a brain cell. “I participated in a Smash Bros tournament there. It’s really fun, we should all go one weekend.”

“A bar?” Josh said in distaste.

“Yeah! It’ll be a class field trip or something!” Chad agreed. “It’s awesome, bro! They got a Gamecube and an N64! Sometimes they do karaoke night, but only with songs from different games!”

Then, Kyle looked at Annalise with a smirk. “Bet your boyfriend would perform there, eh?”

Even when she was far away from him, Shawn still had a presence wherever she went. “Heh, maybe…”

Luckily, none of these guys were the type to hover. The subject went back to going to Bart one weekend, and then the group chat was revived to discuss further adventures. Once the meeting was adjourned, Patrick followed me out the door.

“So, Annie. No offense or anything,” he said, walking in step beside her as they walked down the corridor, “but what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“My summer was great, thanks,” Annalise said, too busy glancing at her phone to cringe at that awful nickname. No new messages for once.

“Nah, seriously. You were in the fucking hospital, and I find out through Snapchat?” he asked seriously. “Did you even tell anybody? What the hell happened?”

She didn’t remember posting anything about her hospital stay anywhere on social media. However, the only two people who were there with her were social media freaks. Stella was the type to tweet every single one of her brain farts, and frequently Snap where she was every second. Shawn was less active on his platforms, but he was still quite popular in the Toronto area, so he had a sizeable following. Annalise knew he took a picture of his hand holding hers while she was in the hospital at least once. Maybe it made it to his Instagram story a couple of times.

Sighing, Annalise gave Patrick the gist of her exciting adventure with her large intestine. Some underlying guilt wanted to be felt as she recalled staying and Shawn’s for so long, but she decided to spare those details.

“Looked death in the face, eh?” he said, nodding in what looked like approval. “Badass.”

She chuckled. “Guess I wasn’t ready to be yeeted off this mortal coil.”

“Ugh, you use the word yeet? How much has that guy changed you?” Patrick stuck his tongue out at her, flashing the piercing he had on the muscle.

“Hey, I’m more down with the kids than he is.”

The pair were quiet as they made it out to the courtyard. The night was chilly and cloudy, the only light coming from the lampposts on either side of the walkway. It felt different knowing Annalise was with only a friend rather than her mans, and she tried to ignore the ache in her chest and the urge to talk about him.

“Do you remember what it was like?” Patrick asked after a minute. “Being so close to death?”

“Nope,” she replied simply. “Although, when I was under, I had a really vivid dream that my… uh, Shawn cheated on me.” Way to not talk about him.

“You sure it was a dream?”

They were passing by one of the picnic tables, where Patrick pointed to. There was a group of people standing around the table, and two people sitting on top of it. One of those people was Shawn with his acoustic guitar. He was singing with the girl who was sitting next to him, the same one he was walking with at the science building. It wouldn’t have seemed weird if Patrick hadn’t said what he said. It would have been left alone if Annalise hadn’t thought about that stupid fever dream.

“Come on,” she said to Patrick as she stalked off towards the group.

“I was joking!” he said with a laugh.

Still, Annalise walked with a purpose and he followed her. She clutched the strap of her shoulder bag and kept her chin up as she made herself apart of the tiny audience. It was quite the sight, two nerds decked out in all black and heavy eyeliner amongst a group of normals watching two other normals sing a pop song. No lie, Annalise just wanted to get a look at this girl she had never seen before.

Olive skin. Black, curly hair. Very short next to her guy. Very pretty voice coming out of very pretty lips. She looked at Shawn and he looked back at her as they sang an eerily familiar song. Musically speaking, they seemed good together.

“I’ll leave you with the memory, and the aftertaste…”

The tiny audience clapped. Patrick was nodding in pleasant surprise, probably having never heard Shawn’s songs before. Annalise applauded as well, but she couldn’t help the narrowing of her eyes as she watched Shawn and this girl high five each other.

They were both comfortable with all the attention, it was easy to see. Shawn was beaming in a way that hadn’t been seen in a long time, and then he laid eyes on Annalise. He still had that smile on his face, even though it faltered a little bit. She kept her face neutral and quirked her eyebrows at him as a silent greeting.

“Should I leave you guys alone?” asked Patrick as he and Annalise watched Shawn get down from the table top.

“No,” she replied simply.

She almost regretted having him stay. He had to witness Shawn and Annalise attempt to figure out how to greet each other. A side hug would have been awkward for reasons not only having to do with the guitar strapped to his shoulder. She definitely couldn’t kiss him, because that would have started something she had been trying to distance herself from. They finally settled for a mildly uncomfortable handshake, and Shawn kept holding her hand as he spoke.

It had been almost a week since Ann moved out, and she only sent him one text in that time span. It was the black heart emoji. Better than nothing, but not better than seeing her in person.

“You haven’t answered my texts,” Shawn told her. If she was going to decide when she'll give him attention, then he wasn't going to beat around the bush when he saw her.

“I’ve been busy,” Ann replied, feebly attempting to shake her hand away.

Shawn nodded, but he wasn't thoroughly convinced. Between work and school, Ann was a hermit. Or so he thought, given that she now had this new goth dude at her side. “So, who’s your friend?”

“Who’s yours?” she quickly said back.

“I’m Patrick!” said Patrick, holding out his hand. “Annie and I go way back!”

Shawn let go of her hand to shake his. “Nice to meet you, brother. Wait… Annie?” He chuckled.

Her cheeks heated up, and she decided to move her eyes somewhere else, specifically on Shawn’s unnamed singing partner. She was chatting with some of the other people still around the table. Annalise noticed she talked with her hands a lot.

“She lets me call her that even though she hates it,” Patrick said, snapping her back into the moment. “Right, Annie?”

“Do not,” she warned. Then she looked at Shawn. “So who’s the chick you’re singing with?”

Shawn took in an almost reluctant deep breath as he turned and called the girl over. If there was anything he had yet to discover, it had to be if his girl was the jealous type.

Annalise's dark brown eyes narrowed once again while he wasn’t looking. Call it anxiety or paranoia, but she was oddly suspicious. Patrick caught the glare though, and he nudged her arm to snap her out of it.

“Ann, Patrick, this is Alessia,” Shawn said when the very short girl joined them. “She’s a first year. Alessia, this is my…” He elongated the vowel. “Annalise. And her friend Patrick.”

Okay, so… a sinking feeling in the tummy. That’s what that felt like. Couldn’t be mad, though. Annalise wasn’t so quick to use the boyfriend word these days.

“You’re Annalise!” Alessia said in pleasant surprise. She did not hesitate to hug her, arms going around her shoulders and practically pulling her down to her level. “It’s so nice to meet you! I’ve heard so much about you!”

Honestly, Annalise was just glad she didn’t call her the goth girlfriend. Or the goth anything, for that matter. She didn’t hug Patrick, though, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“So, how did you two meet?” Annalise prompted. So maybe she was a little more than curious to know how and when Shawn found the time to get another girl at his side.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Shawn replied a little too quickly.

His eyes bored into hers, throwing them into a staredown. He broke through the fake, polite smile Ann had on. Of course he broke it. He was the only one who could. However, Shawn couldn't read the expression she had on. He couldn't tell if she was upset or not, happy or not… He couldn't tell if she wanted to change her mind about this separation or not… Ten months together and Ann was still a mystery.

“Uh, Shawn and I have like, every class together,” Alessia said slowly, looking between the couple, noticing the sudden change in atmosphere. She scratched the back of her head.

“Annie and I have been in the same club for two years,” Patrick added in the same tone. He too noticed the tension.

“Oh, which club? There’s some I’ve been checking out…”

Those two kept up the conversation. Shawn’s gaze on Annalise made her throat close up. He wasn’t smiling or feigning politeness anymore. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were hard and glossed over. Inexplicable guilt began to form in her chest yet again. She knew he didn’t understand.

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You wake up to Chris shouting, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MI AMOR!” He looks happy and you smiled, despite the rude wake up call. He ushered you out of bed, “Get up, lazy bones! We got a lot to do for your birthday.” He was dressed, waiting on you to shower and get ready. You notice a really cute outfit on the bed; it was a blue and black shirt with lace at the top and some white jeans. You look at the floor and there were some wedges with white straps on top. You turn to Chris, then he says, “This is a small part of your birthday present. I hope you like it.” You hug him and tell him thanks for it. You ask him, “What else do you plan on doing?” He kissed your forehead gently, “You will see, baby.” You rush to the shower and play your playlist. You sing and dance in the shower. About 15-20 minutes later, you get out and dry off. You open the bathroom door to get your clothes that were neatly placed on the bed.

You see roses in a line on the floor, so you quickly get dressed and follow the pattern. It leads you to a big box and you felt like it was Christmas all over again. Only this time, it was just for your birthday. You slowly open it and then you see a note on top with a riddle. “I reach for the sky, but clutch to the ground; sometimes I leave, but I am always around. What am I?” You were not 100% sure, so you looked it up. It said a tree, so you said, “Ohh.” You finish looking though. He gave you a lot of new clothes, shoes, chocolate, and some homemade painted canvases of your favorite quotes. You were so elated. You loved your gifts and you remembered the tree thing, so you ran outside and noticed a NEW CAR sitting under the tree. Chris was standing beside it. A couple of months back, you were passing a car dealership and pointed out a car. You said it was such a cute car. It was your dream car, a black 1969 El Camino. He grinned, “I remembered, mi amor.” You scream in joy and run up to him. He steps forward and embraces you as you jump up in his arms. He loses balance and you both tumble on the ground, laughing at each other. You finally get up, still laughing at the same time, and he got up as well. Chris handed you the keys to the car and said, “Baby, I love you. I want you to have this car to drive to our next place we are going to go to. I am going to give you the address.”

He grabs your phone and puts it in the address. You get in your car. Still excited, you turn it on and it rumbles really loudly. You familiarize yourself with the car first and then Chris takes off. You follow him and it takes you about 30 minutes to get there. You see it is an airport and you are so confused. You look at Chris, who says, “Well, the boys are coming to get our cars, because we are going to a very special place for today.” You gasped, “Oh my god. Chris, where are we going? This is insane!” “Mi amor, we are going to Loja, Ecuador. I lived there for a long time.” You get excited, “Chris nooo, this is a lot.” He responds, “Nothing is too much for mi princesa.” In about 30 minutes, you get boarded on a private jet and are ready for take off. You were looking at everything that was around you. You walked up to Chris and kissed him passionately. His lips felt soft and silky. You two had kissed for a long while. When you finally separated, he said, “Baby, I hope that you love it.” You smiled at him, “As long as I have you, I will.” He smiled at your response, “I love you.” You say it back to him, then y’all goof around for awhile. Chris eventually falls asleep on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair. A couple of hours later, you arrive in Ecuador. You ride to his town and you think it so cute, just like Chris. He took you out to eat as soon as you arrived. It was a really nice restaurant and you both had a good time. You both laughed at each other because you were both feeding each other food. You two were failing, but you got to see some of the town after your date. Everyone came running up to him. It took a while, but you were used to it. You wandered off and texted him what store you were in, and he showed up a while later. “Sorry about that, babe. I didn’t want you to be alone on your birthday.” You told him that you understood. “You have to sign things and take pictures. They’re your fans.” You told him that it was actually cute because there were interactions with kids as well. He smiled, “I’m glad you understand and you think it’s cute. I think I should do it more often.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh at him. He shows you a lot of the town and where he grew up. You also got to meet some of his friends from back home. He shows you where he went to school. He went in and showed up to his favorite teachers’ classes. He talked to them for a while. He introduced you to everyone in his family that was still there. You were so happy and with him. He was willing to show you off to his family; you loved that.

He turned to you as you were on your way back to your private jet, “Mi amor, since everyone in my family approves of you, and I love you with all of my heart. (Y/N), would you do me the honor of becoming my fiance?” You start to cry, “Yes, Chris. I love you so much.” He smiles and opens a box that has a 14 karat ring. He places it on your finger and he picks you up. Chris carries you onto the plane. You laugh while wiping away your tears and kiss him. This was the best birthday of your life. You were so excited that you couldn’t contain it. For a while, you jump around and you keep kissing him, telling him that this was the best day ever. He smiled, “Mi amor, I am so glad that you enjoyed it.” You two go to sleep on each other. You wake up about 15 minutes before you were supposed to get back. You two talk the whole time. When both of you got off of the plane, the boys were there waiting. Chris was grinning like a mad man, “I’m engaged, guys!” They all looked at you and said, “Congrats!” They all ran up to you and him, giving both of y’all a hug. Y’all had a good time dancing and singing outside. Chris walked up to you and gave you another kiss, “Happy birthday, my love.”

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It is preferred by most dealerships and private clients; therefore, the most common transport type. Instead of driving your car and accumulate mileage, let us deliver it safely and hassle free. It is mostly recommended for cars with a greater value of 100k for insurance purposes. Enclosed transport is pricier; however, it will protect your car from outside/ road elements.

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Fall Maintenance Tips

When you had your new Caledonia HVAC system installed, it does not mean that there will be no maintenance works in the future. Your heating and cooling system requires regular cleaning and tuning up to increase their lifespan. To get the most from your investment, it is always wise to have a professional check your Cutlerville HVAC. Valley City Mechanical has licensed technicians that can handle any maintenance work for your heaters and furnaces. They also do Grand Rapid AC repair in case your cooling system encounters any problem. Since they offer free estimate and financing options, you can have your Byron Center air condition repair without worrying about your finances.

Valley City Mechanical

Since not all Byron Center air conditioning repair technicians are created equal, you must only deal with your trusted company. Valley City Mechanical is one of the go-to Middleville AC repair in Byron Center, MI and other nearby cities. The company started in 1963 and since then, they have served countless of homeowners and businesses for their Cutlerville HVAC needs. They have a 24/7 Grand Rapid AC repair which means that you do not have to endure another day with a malfunctioning cooling system. With the help of their professional technicians, you can get your Caledonia HVAC system working efficiently in no time. But since Valley City Mechanical is known for its great customer service, you can trust the quality of the work along with their fast turnaround time.

Byron Center, MI the place to be.

If you are planning to move to Byron Center, MI, you should be ready for the changes ahead. Byron Center has a continental climate with cold winters and hot summers. Residents are able to enjoy the 4 seasons. It is often freezing from December, January, and February and during these months, the city is affected by lake effect snow. Summer is the time for numerous local activities. Therefore, expect that there will be a lot of tourists in the entire state during June, July, and August. But while you get to enjoy the changes in the weather, you have to ensure that your home is ready for the climate. Make sure that your HVAC is working at its best to ensure a comfortable indoor temperature. Read more to learn more about this.

Byron Fun Spot

One of the favorite family recreational venues in Byron Center is the Byron Fun Spot. This is an indoor roller skating rink that is open all year round. Located in the 85 th St. SW, the center offers skating lessons for both children and adults. Since it was founded in 1952, most of the children born in Byron Center has surely experienced the thrill of skating in this local public rink. Skating provides a great way to exercise and have fun with the entire family. If you are already a pro and you find going around the circles boring, you can have speed skating. You can also rent the Byron Fun Spot for your private events like birthdays and company team building.

Used Ford Mustang for sale in Byron Center, MI

Ford Mustang is definitely one of the most highly coveted cars both for the past and present generation. If you are a fan of this brand and model, you can get the vehicle at a cheaper price. More than just an American muscle car, Mustang has gained an iconic status for its long and sleek body, practicality, and affordability. The model was first introduced in 1964 and the reception from the pubic was overwhelming that crowds stated flooding the dealership stores. The clever marketing style of the company is one of the reasons for its massive success. Since then, it has stood the test of time. The bold design makes you look cool and elegant.

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Driving Direction

Byron Center Historical Society

2508 Prescott St SW, Byron Center, MI 49315, United States

Head north toward Prescott St SW

89 ft

Turn right onto Prescott St SW

0.1 mi

Turn right onto Byron Center Ave SW

0.3 mi

Turn left

Destination will be on the right

190 ft

Valley City Mechanical

8650 Byron Center Ave SW #3,

Byron Center, MI 49315

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