#this plus Smile for Me coming out on the switch this spring??

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 || 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ where the salesman has to hide his true nature because he was too interested in the foreigner student living across his street.

warnings_ AGE GAP (reader in her early 20s and American), ANGST, FLUFF (soft!salesman), implied sex (very mild and bad), plot twist at the end. No proofreading yet…

notes_magnetic and switch were on replay while writing this <3 SOMEONE ANSWER MY QUESTION AT THE END!!!

♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 gong yoo

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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It wasn’t a day without music.

You weren’t trying to sound cringe when you admitted you couldn’t live a day without music.

While showering, cooking, studying, painting your nails, walking to take the subway, or working in your office, you always have your EarPods or cable ones plugged into your ears.

And while that happened, you rarely looked at your surroundings. You knew you were in safe neighborhoods all the time.

After living for only a month in Namyangju in Seoul, you moved when a bright opportunity arose in a wealthier neighborhood.

The building across the street was sophisticated, futuristic, and bigger in comparison with yours; which could be considered vintage but cozier.

Hence why you didn’t know who lived there. And certainly, you were clueless about the neat man in an elegant suits and sweet smile coming out of said building each morning.

Men never approached you. Since you were a foreign woman, you were an outcast and outsider. And Korean society was not very fond of foreigners. Not that you could generalize, but it was an obvious fact.

And you weren’t looking for a boyfriend either. You had learned to enjoy the solitude after entering your twenties. With no boyfriend and few girlfriends, you would make it.

It was a very late winter, almost spring Saturday when you arrived at your favorite sushi spot near your apartment.

The place had a special roll of ahi tuna with spicy mayo, avocado, and fresh cucumber on top that you really loved.

It was slightly warm and orders were being shouted while you waited for your takeout.

It was then when you first saw him.

“A salmon sashimi order, please…” he said and you eyed him.

Tall, fit, great haircut, elegant suit. Overall, very great looking.

But you quickly turned back to your phone because there was no way a seeming bachelor like him would pay attention to you.

Plus, you weren’t looking for a boyfriend.

Plus two, that type of man would never be into you.

“Do you come here often?” you hear and you almost froze after seeing the handsome man facing you.

You were shocked.

“Sorry?” you ask just to clarify if you had actually heard him speaking English.

“I asked if you come here often…”

“Mostly every Friday or Saturday,” you say and he nods, offering you a polite smile.

“Me too. I had never seen you before”

His pronunciation was almost perfect and he had a sultry tone of voice that made you feel nervous and intrigued.

“Either you come too early or too late” You don’t want to sound like you’re flirting, you don’t think the man in front of you is interested. You decided that after being shocked. “I’m usually spent up with college and all”

“You’re a student?” you nod at him, attempting to smile for the first time.

The man in the suit smiles back and the attraction is undeniable.

“Yes, one more year and a half to graduate” Your hands were shaking but you pretended too well to not look bothered by the handsome man talking to you. “But I’m already an English teacher for kids with my associate's degree”

He didn’t know much about the occidental education, but he believed you were smart enough. At least you seemed like that.

“That’s great,” he says and you hear your order is ready.

You smile at the handsome man one last time and you are ready to leave, fully mentally set that it was only a friendly gesture to talk with a man like him.

“Care to join me for dinner?” You turn, shocked once again.

He offered a sweet smile that you couldn’t refuse.

“Where to, sir?” he smirked, pleased.

He had you right where he wanted.

“Wherever you’d like…”

Yeah, he seemed older, maybe late thirties, but he looked nice, he was approaching you, he could be single and you couldn’t miss the chance to say a neat guy like him showed interest in you.

“Sure” you finally accept and he starts leading the way.

“I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have missed your vibrant clothing if I had seen you before,” he says as he keeps the door open for you to come out.

“Well, it’s not like I’m the most interesting or appealing woman, sir” he chuckles.

“If that were true, I would say there are no mirrors in your place, dear” You instantly blush, your legs feeling wobbly and a smile creeping up your face.

And you considered yourself fine, you had so much self-love. Still, you were thrilled to see how a man like him was interested in you

But he was lying. He had seen you for the first time a month ago….

…

You’re sweaty but freshly waxed.

Only you were imprudent enough to bake on a hot day. Your music was playing from your iPad charging in the kitchen when there was a knock on your door.

Your bare feet drag you across the living room and into the little reception room and when you open your door, you smile deeply.

“I brought our dinner” There is your salesman, in a dark grey suit, black tie, and dress shoes. Briefcase in one hand, takeout in the other.

“I baked cookies” you reply, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“Can’t miss the smell…” he had never tried American cookies before.

Things were going well, to say the least.

The salesman was actually interested in you and turned out to be great company.

It would always amaze you how two different people could fit so well, like puzzle pieces that connect to totally different things.

His polished shoes rest near the entrance beside your sequin mary janes. His blazer was hanging beside your salmon coat and his hand was rubbing soft circles around your back.

Your legs were hanging over his lap and you were laying, one arm in the armrest of your coach while you admired the man beside you.

His eyes screamed he was falling in love, he knew. There was an unspoken rule about keeping private his identity and protecting the games. But no clause stated he couldn’t have interpersonal relationships or marry.

So there he was giving doe eyes to an American woman who was younger than him.

“If I didn’t know you, I’d say you have the eyes of a sweet sociopath” Both of you burst into laughter. Him actually finding the fun in your words.

If only you knew…

“And I’d say you have the eyes of a lovely perfectionist” you huff, playfully pulling his tie out of place.

“I’m not a perfectionist” he eyes your place as you laugh, noticing all the books and trinkets you had. “I just gave you half-burned cookies”

“And you also waited in advance to wait for your college website to open your registration window”

“Registration is a vital thing, handsome” he smiles and stares deeply at you, making you feel nervous but eager to smile back.

The comfortable feeling of being with him causes you to have an epiphany.

A realization from your heart.

Your fingers trace the fabric of his dress shirt and he pays closer attention to your touch.

“Will I ever see you with some clothes that are not nice suits?” He chuckles before leaning closer, applying pressure, your thighs pushing against your stomach.

“You could see me without the suit…” your cheeks burn and he notices it, smiling at the sight. “Don’t be shy, baby”

“You make me nervous all the time” you admit, a little giggle coming out involuntary.

“Really?” He asks feigning doubt, smiling, and grasping your chin.

You roll your eyes.

“Just kiss me already” he wastes no time and quickly pulls you into his lap.

What starts as a soft but deep kiss slowly turns into a needy one. Your fingers curl into his soft hair and his hands land in your hipbones, just to start urging you to grind against him.

“Don’t make me say it” you manage to say, out of breath as he started kissing your neck. “Just know that I want it so bad”

“As you wish so…” You didn’t know how badly he wanted to tie you up and see how much he could ruin you.

His lunatic behavior is well hidden under rough but lovely touches and nibbles all across your body.

His long fingers cherished each mole, scar, and stretch mark in your figure, only making you accept how much you liked him.

You pulled a handsome man like him and it only made your ego boost.

The salesman was made for you.

…

Over the months, while being abroad, you mastered your loneliness to the point where you had started to explore the city by yourself.

Now you have a boyfriend, but he gives you a lot of independence during the week.

Three weeks ago he took you to dinner and on the way back, while passing by a park, both of you acknowledged that dating would be fine.

There weren’t a lot of things in common between you two. Your salesman was older, he liked music from his childhood years from the eighties and loved grunge music from when he was a teenager. But he mostly loved classical music. He liked traditional Korean dishes and enjoyed sitting on your little terrace to simply enjoy the view.

When it came to you, you enjoyed all types of music but mostly from your childhood in the 2000s and 2010s, music that was released nowadays and from the fifties or sixties. You always missed dishes from back home and your boyfriend urged you to show him what you liked.

He was sweet but rough. A real gentleman who never made you feel insecure or uncomfortable, purely devotion.

The relationship remained new, but you could tell it was looking too good to be true.

You asked for a smoothie with spirulina and collagen. The smurf blue painted a little bit of your tongue as you sipped your drink outside of a coffee shop.

It was sunny and a little foggy at the same time, and you were utterly relaxed that you almost gagged when someone called you.

“… y/n?” when you turned to your left, you saw your boyfriend, in another suit, briefcase, and two bags full of bread in his hands.

You chuckled and frowned confused.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, taking off your sunglasses. “And why did you got all that bread?”

He wasn’t expecting you near him that morning. In fact, he wasn’t expecting you for the rest of the day. It was on the weekends when he was attached to the hip with you.

He could play the card of an obvious and innocent boyfriend very well.

“It is my day to buy treats for the workmates” he explains with a sweet smile, you sigh, smiling and nodding.

“Ah, I see” you reply, not knowing what else to say. “I had a very short lecture”

“Are you going home now?” He asked, not really worried but wanting to make sure you were not going to the park across the street. Just where he had plans…

“I think so. Maybe I’ll go to get some new trinkets from the mall” he nodded, debating whether to get closer to you or not. He wasn’t sure making contact with you in public was correct.

It was you who walked away, only turning to say goodbye.

“Call me tonight. And be safe, dear” you say smiling while blowing him a kiss.

It touched him. He had to be very careful now that he had you. Right where he wanted to.

…

There is no steam, but it should be.

It was another Friday, no more burdens until Monday.

And you weren’t alone.

“Fuck, y/n…” you had your salesman cursing and moaning your name in the shower.

“Just a little rougher, baby” you beg, savoring the cold water running down your throat and towards your breasts.

One of his hands skillfully carried your left leg up, so your knee was brushing his ribs.

“Aww, my girl wants more?” You nod, closing your eyes to focus on not cumming yet.

And out of nowhere, between deep and rough thrusts of him, you hear him saying something.

“I have to leave tomorrow,” he says between pants, with his eyes closed and battling with how good you were taking him. “Conference outside Seoul. Just a week, baby…”

Your pleasure is paused by his words.

“Why you waited to tell me a day before you’re leaving?…” he stops fucking you.

He realizes you didn’t take well the news and it makes him feel bad. He could swear there were almost tears in your face.

“Oh, no, my blossom. Don’t be sad…” you almost tear up, pathetic. But it took you by surprise and you hated saying goodbye even if it was temporary. “I’ll call you as soon as I can”

You do not say anything. You try to disguise your discomfort with the way he is still inside you, hard and ready to be back to action.

But he already knew you too well.

“I’m sorry. I’ll tell with anticipation next time” You eye him and you realize you love him.

“It’s okay. I understand”

Soon you forgot how well he went back to fucking you. Feeling so full of him, you kept tasting the way he moaned your name and kissed your chin.

But in the morning, just as you touched the cold and empty sheets, you missed him.

And as a woman, you couldn’t ignore the omen building up.

…

The first fight with your salesman wasn’t tremendous but it sure hurt.

You were utterly disappointed after not receiving a text or call from him in almost four days. You didn’t argue when he called, but it was beyond obvious that you were irritated. And it ended up in a bittersweet conversation and you hanging up abruptly.

The salesman was expecting you to yell and argue nonstop. But he was surprised by your short answers and tired tone of voice.

It made him feel bad. Like genuinely bad for worrying you.

But he couldn’t call you while being on the island. He had to wait an extra day to avoid suspicions from his boss. And now that he had a new task; to be extremely careful while being in Seoul because Seong Gi-hun was searching for him.

The salesman was stressed but as soon he heard your sweet voice, he almost felt bad.

You were his most precious thing in life.

The only thing keeping him from totally being insane. Like a magnetic pair, meant to fit despite being totally opposite.

You had such a strong hold on him that the salesman even found questioning his life decisions.

So he did a great job apologizing to you for not calling you sooner.

And a week later, he promised to take you to some thematic fancy bar in Gangnam.

He was smoking, a bad habit he had passed to you. But it was kind of a warm afternoon and he was waiting for you near the subway station.

A couple of minutes had passed when the salesman found himself out of breath after watching you arrive. Rarely does he see you in dresses, always vivid coats, shoes, and tops but never dresses.

That afternoon you had a cream satin gown, cowboy boots, and a long black coat. With red lips and sparkling eyes.

“By the way you’re looking at me… I might believe I look great” is the first thing you say, wrapping your arms around him and urging him to give you a peck. He chuckles, hugging you back.

“You also look too good, dear” his deep voice sends shivers through your spine.

He also looked too damn fine. Dress pants and a black turtleneck sweater, making him look younger and sexier-if that was even possible.

“Not too bad yourself too, honey” you compliment him and both of you start descending to the station.

You were excited because your salesman had shown you pictures of the bar, it was futuristic and you told him he had to take a lot of pictures of you in the restroom because it was all dark and it had neon lights. He rolled his eyes but assured me he would be your photographer.

By the time both of you were waiting, the salesman looked around.

Just to be careful. But to his surprise, it was more than that.

He studied the face of Seoung Gi-hun, he had only seen him once years ago. Now, it wasn’t only him the problem, but the shark loans he befriended.

A group of men looked around while seated on a bench, then texting.

“Let’s take a cab better” your boyfriend announces before grabbing your hand and dragging you upstairs again. “Wait- why?”

He doesn’t say anything, you look back and see a man staring at you in the distance.

Interesting…

“Are you telling me what the hell was that?” You ask again once you are back outside, on a sidewalk.

Your boyfriend eyes you briefly before turning away to gesture for a cab to stop.

“Didn’t you see that man? In maroon shirt and disheveled hair?” He asks and you frown.

“No?” he shrugs, opening the cab door for you. “Doesn’t matter… I just didn’t like how he was staring around. Maybe it was just me being paranoid”

You chuckle.

“As if they were looking for you…” his eyes snap open, and he turns to look at you after telling the directions to the driver. But you’re looking at the passing street.

He stares too much until something clicks.

Something he had completely missed.

…

Great food, great drinks, great pictures taken, and great kisses and subtle touches in the darkness of the dance floor.

When you open your eyes, you see only your desk lamp is on, everything else is quiet and dark. You are tied in a chair.

“How fun was to play detectives?” you hear him, standing up from your couch. “You’re the detective Seong Gi-hun hired”

The fucker had made you drink more than intended.

It was a few months after completing your first semester in Seoul. You needed money and Gi-hun needed a subtle person that wouldn’t draw much attention. A foreigner was perfect. He promised to prioritize your safety and be fair.

“I accepted the deal before I had even met you”

“Since when do you know?” He asks, demanding an immediate answer.

“The day I saw you at the bakery” you admit, sighing.

He chuckles, turning his back to you.

“Too damn smart, my girl” you should be scared, but you aren’t.

“Yeah no shit” you huff, your hands opening and then clenching in distress. “Now I’ve been playing dumb for weeks. Pretending I haven’t got new clues that lead to you…”

“That’s sweet of you…” he turns back to face you.

And lifts his arm, pointing at you with a revolver.

Suddenly not so romantic.

“Gonna kill me, honey?” you smile, feigning innocence.

“I should do so, according to my boss” he presses the gun against your forehead, but you don’t flinch.

Based on stereotypes and some intersectionality, he thought it was ‘so American of you’

“Then do it” you dare him, feeling how was paying more attention to the fallen straps of your nightgown dress. “Pull the fucking trigger, handsome”

“I really should kill you” Your lips taste the metal of the gun, your salesman is a little insane.

“But I love you” he chuckles, leaning, putting both his hands in the armrest of the chair.

Inches away from you.

“I love you too” Your lips brush against his, the tension increasing.

It was so weird for him to admit he loved someone. After spending more than two decades unable to feel genuine human emotions, he was nonchalant, but deep inside, he was scared.

So he untied your hands.

“So what we’re going to do about this?”

It’s unbearable to be so close to him and not throw you against him. Your arms hugging him and pulling him closer.

“We both hush, honey” you whisper in his ear.

He kisses you, sliding an arm under your legs and the other on your back, carrying you to bed.

“As long and far as we need to” he promises and you nod, kissing him.

…

SOMEONE, PLEASE TELL ME IF GONG YOO’s CHARACTER DIED OR NOT IN THE SILENT SEA 🗣️

[to-the-stars8]

The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Plus One

Galas were exactly what you expected. It was a room full of rich, middle-aged people talking about the latest upper-class gossip with the most divine food. It would usually make anyone not from the dazzling world of the Gotham elite shiver and shake. 

Fortunately, you weren’t just anyone. You were the nanny for Bruce Wayne.

The week before, Mr. Wayne had informed you that you would be attending the gala with him. At first, you were thrilled and honored to be invited along, but the dream of catching a rich man was cut short when Mr. Wayne added you would be watching Dick and Cassandra. Luckily, you loved the two kids like they were your own, so it caused you little grief. 

“What about the other kids?” You had asked. 

Bruce spared you a passive glance as he tended to some papers in front of him. “I have a rule that the kids can’t join a gala before age ten. And, please, don’t try to bring the younger ones. The kids already understand this rule. In any case, they don’t want to go half of the time.”

You scoffed, telling Mr. Wayne that you weren’t planning on bringing the rest of the kids despite that being exactly the case. Luckily, he had taken some measurements to dissuade you from doing so, i.e. promising you more days off. 

The younger kids moaned and groaned about not going when they heard that you were going to be there, and Mr. Wayne was only able to soothe them over with a promise to Disney World during spring break. Then, the day came for the gala and the only ones ready were Mr. Wayne and you. 

“Sir,” Alfred had said, coming into the foyer where you and Bruce had been waiting for Cassandra and Dick. “Master Dick and Miss Cassandra have changed their minds about the gala.”

“What?” Bruce said, going to call them down before you stopped him. 

“You said it yourself, Mr. Wayne, half the time the kids don’t want to go.” You started to take your coat off in anticipation of having to stay with the children.

“What are you doing?” Bruce asked. 

“Someone has to watch the kids,” You said, going to hand your coat to Alfred, but he didn’t take it. 

Alfred spoke pointedly to his charge. “Master Bruce, I can take care of the children, I did it before and I don’t mind doing it again.”

“I…” Bruce began, pausing to look at you before nodding. “I mean, you’re already dressed and I’m out a plus one. Plus two, actually.”

You grinned, shrugging your coat back on as you followed him out the door. 

And that’s how you ended up sitting with the Gotham elite telling another one of your long, intriguing tales. Bruce, looking at you from across the room, was surprised at how well you managed to acclimate yourself to the setting. Usually, when new folks entered the closed-off upper class of Gotham it was like throwing a person in a starving lion’s den. Somehow, you had managed to befriend the lion. 

Bruce was too busy watching you to see Harvey saunter up to him, eyes switching between his friend and you. Harv could understand why his friend was staring. You were beautiful, sitting there so poised in a perfect-fitting blue dress as you charmed your way with the small crowd around you. 

With a small smile, he finally addressed Bruce, “Something caught your eye?” 

Bruce didn’t seem surprised by Harvey’s sudden appearance. “Not exactly. I’m more impressed by just how well she’s doing, and that she’s not embarrassing me.”

“That’s a little harsh,” Harvey admitted.

Bruce shrugged, trying to be dismissive. “I’m her boss. I don’t think I’m meant to be too nice.”

“She watches your kids, so I’d be careful.” 

Bruce chuckled and shook his head, eyes going back to you. The longer Harvey watched his friend, he could see the wheels turning in his head. There was something Bruce didn’t want to admit, but it was stuck there behind his eyes. 

Harvey, always the one to create his own amusement where it wasn’t provided, leaned in to ask, “So, is it okay if I ask her to dance?”

“I don’t care, Harvey,” Bruce said, eyes not leaving you. 

“Then, would you care if I asked her out?” 

Harvey finally got his friend’s attention. “I’m not her father, so you don’t need my permission.”

“Oh,” He said, thinking about how risque his next words would be but decided to damn it all. “So, I can take her home tonight, too?”

“Don’t be a pig, Harv,” Bruce mumbled before throwing back the rest of his wine. When the waiter passed, he quickly replaced it with another. 

Harvey took that as his cue to go over to you. Upon his approach, your eyes trained on him like he would be your next target for whatever you had planned. Excusing yourself, you stood up and met him halfway. Harv couldn’t say exactly why but suddenly found himself flustered. 

You held out your hand expectantly, and coyly said, “I believe you were going to ask me to dance.”

Speechless, all Harvey could do was take your hand and smile.

—

Bruce tried to watch passively, but he just didn’t like the way Harvey was using you. He might have had some qualms about your behavior, but no lady deserved to be treated like a piece of meat. Alfred had raised him better than that. 

He thought about going in to cut in, and the only thing that stopped him was the flock of women that suddenly came to him. They were all asking about you, the ‘odd’ woman who had arrived on his arm of all people. Bruce attempted to not be offended on your behalf. He only half listened as they talked at him, asking asinine questions like what it was like to be so rich and if he really did date a princess for a solid week. He did, but it wasn’t a short-term relationship he wanted to delve into when you were only twenty feet away from being sized up for the taking.

It was a little while later when Bruce looked up again to find you and Harvey missing from the dance floor. Worried that you might have fallen for the devilish suave lawyer trick Harvey tended to put on, he tore himself from the group.

Bruce stopped to ask a waiter if he had seen you leave with a man in a navy suit. “I think I saw the lady go out the side service door.”

Okay, he thought, this was a bit more concerning. Following the waiter’s directions, after tipping him a hefty hundred, he did manage to find you again. You were huddled up on yourself against the evening chill with your phone pressed up against your ear. 

“What did I tell you two about pulling hair,” You said, tone stiff with passive irritation, as you slowly paced in a circle. “You’ll go bald. So, listen to Alfred and go to bed. If I come home to you all awake no Disney.”

You turned to see Bruce standing there and pointed to the phone, mouthing that it was the kids. With a few exchanges of light threats followed by some sweet soothing did you finally end the call. 

“Kids, am I right?” You huffed, hands on your hips. “What’re you out here for, anyway? Last I saw you, you were entertaining some ladies.”

Bruce leaned against the wall, reaching into his suit pocket for a pack of cigarettes, and said, “Didn’t think it would be appropriate if you stepped out with Harvey.”

“Him, hah!” You snickered, holding your hand out for a cigarette. “I had him pegged right from the moment he was crossing the dance floor that he wasn’t thinking with the right head. Guess it was a bad idea for me to accept his offer for a date, but oh well.”

Before Bruce could reach for a lighter you were already pulling one from your little handbag. You lit your cigarette before stepping close to light his. He told himself the cigarette was taking his breath away and not the smell of your perfume. 

“What was that phone call about,” Bruce asked, wanting to fill his mind with something other than you. 

You blew out some smoke, smiling as you explained, “I decided to check on the kids, and, it turns out, Tim and Jason have some sort of beef going on.”

“I think Jason didn’t like it all too much when I brought Tim home—made him feel like a replacement.” Bruce was smiling a little despite how sad the story sounded. “We’re working it out.” 

“I couldn’t tell,” You sarcastically remarked, side-eyeing him. It was easy for Bruce to say they were ‘working it out’ because you did all the work. You drew in another puff before looking at the cigarette in your hand again. “Hey, what’re you doin’ carrying these around? You seem too tight-laced to smoke.”

“What’re you doing asking so many questions,” Bruce meant to say playfully, but it sounded too defensive. Before you could rebuff, he added, “I took them away from Dickie.”

You gasped. “No.”

Bruce was grinning now, thinking about it. Alfred had caught Dick and Jason smoking behind the garage one day, and, boy, did they get the lecture of a lifetime. He had forgotten about the pack, having thrown it into the glove box of his car, until he ran into a particularly rough night at a gala. Now, he’d gone through most of the pack. 

You shook your head. “That boy is something else.”

“I know,” Bruce said. “I love him to bits. All of them.”

“I know,” You said quietly, looking up at Bruce through those long lashes. 

Damnit, you were beautiful. Shaking his head, Bruce threw the last bit of his cigarette to the ground before offering you his hand. 

“Let’s go back in, hm? If we’re out here too long they’ll assume I have you hiked up against the wall.”

You rolled your eyes and said cheekily, “A girl can dream.”

Bruce snickered as he tried the door, but it didn’t budge. 

Damn, he realized he’d just locked the two of you out of his own gala.

[nanamincreampie]

College Nerd Nanami (part 2)

Nanami Kento x Plus Size Black Reader

(part 1) (part 3)

Warnings: Blowjobs, Handjobs, D!ck riding, sub!nanami, dom!reader,dry humping,nanami begging and reader being a tease, p in v, unprotected sex, Nanami is a virgin

College Nerd Nanami who melts into the kiss, his mind spinning as your hands tangle in his hair, your curves pressing against him in ways that make him lose control. The world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate bubble, completely immersed in the moment.

Nanami, with his glasses slightly askew, looks adorably flustered, his cheeks a soft shade of pink as he pulls you closer. His hands explore your waist tentatively, as if he’s afraid to break this fragile spell. You can feel the tension in his body, a mix of excitement and nervousness that only makes you want him more.

College Nerd Nanami who’s barely holding it together when you start grinding your hips against his, slow and teasing, feeling his growing erection against your thigh. His breath comes out in shallow gasps, and you notice how his grip tightens, fingers digging into your sides as he tries to contain himself, but it’s no use.

“P-please,” he stammers, his eyes wide and glazed over, hands trembling as they grip your waist tighter. “I... I don’t know if I can—”

“Shhh,” you coo softly, lips brushing over his ear as you grind down harder, feeling the full length of his cock twitch beneath you. “You can take it, baby. You’ve been so good for me. Just relax.”

You pull back slightly, looking into his flushed face, and a devilish idea crosses your mind. With a teasing smile, you slip off his lap and kneel before him, the heat radiating from your body as you look up at him with playful mischief in your eyes.

“Let me show you how good I can be,” you whisper, your fingers gently brushing against his bulge through his pants, feeling him straining for release. His breath hitches, and you can see the desperate need in his eyes as you slowly unzip his pants, revealing the outline of his erection.

“God, you’re so big,” you murmur, pulling down his briefs just enough to free him, his cock springing into view. You can’t help but lick your lips at the sight, your heart racing with excitement. His length is perfect, a beautiful sight that makes your mouth water.

Taking him in your hand, you give him a few teasing strokes, your grip firm yet gentle, feeling the warmth of his skin against your palm. Nanami’s head falls back, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels the pleasure building. You look up at him, your gaze filled with desire, and lean forward, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth.

College Nerd Nanami who gasps, his eyes widening in shock at the sensation, the warmth of your mouth wrapping around him as you slowly take him deeper. You work your tongue along the underside, swirling it around as you take him in, savoring the taste of him while making sure to watch his reaction. His breath hitches, the need in his voice almost a whimper as he breathes out your name.

“F-fuck,” he stutters, his hands flying to your hair, gripping it tightly as he tries to control his movements. You can feel him throbbing in your mouth, the pressure building as you bob your head up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust.

You pull back slightly, taking a breath as you switch to a slow handjob, stroking him firmly while you tease his sensitive tip with your tongue. His moans become louder, more desperate, and it drives you wild to see how completely lost he is in pleasure. Each gasp, each stuttered plea for more makes your heart race, filling you with a sense of power that you never knew you craved.

“Please... I can’t take it,” he whimpers, his voice cracking as his hands tremble against your scalp. “I need to... need to be inside you.”

With a wicked smile, you glance up at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “You will, baby. Just a little longer,” you tease, and then you take him back into your mouth, sucking harder, swirling your tongue around him while your hand continues to stroke the base.

“Y-yes, just like that,” he moans, his body trembling as he thrusts gently into your mouth. The sound of his pleasure fills the room, and you can feel the heat pooling inside you as you realize how much you enjoy making him feel this way.

You take your time, savoring every moment, every sound he makes. You want to draw out his pleasure, to keep him on the edge, because you know it will only make him want you more. His eyes are glued to you, filled with lust and admiration, and it only fuels your desire.

Finally, you decide to take pity on him. Pulling away, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, your heart racing as you look up at him, your voice sultry as you whisper, “I think it’s time for you to feel how good I can be riding you.”

You slide your panties aside and position yourself over his cock, teasing him just a little longer by rubbing the tip against your slick folds. You can see the desperation in his eyes as he watches you, his breath hitching as you tease him, your body hovering just above his.

“Tell me how bad you want it, Nanami,” you whisper, your voice low and sultry, driving him wild with need.

“I-I want it... so bad... please,” he gasps, his voice breaking, his body trembling beneath you. “I need to feel you... please...”

“Good boy,” you murmur, and finally, you sink down onto his cock, feeling him fill you completely. A soft moan escapes your lips as he stretches you, your walls clenching around him, squeezing him tightly. You feel the warmth of him inside you, the way he fills you so perfectly, and it sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

College Nerd Nanami who lets out a choked moan, his eyes rolling back as you take him in inch by inch, your tight heat wrapping around him, squeezing him so perfectly he feels like he might lose his mind. His hips jerk up instinctively, but you hold him down, controlling the pace as you start to move.

You begin to bounce on him slowly, your hips rolling as you set the rhythm. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you is intoxicating, and you can’t help but moan at the feeling. “You feel so good, Nanami,” you purr, leaning down to press your chest against his, your nipples brushing against his skin.

“Y-you’re amazing,” he gasps, his hands gripping your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as if trying to hold on to reality. The pleasure surging through both of you is electric, a powerful connection that binds you together in this moment.

As you ride him, you can see the pleasure etched on his face, his mouth agape in ecstasy. You pick up the pace, bouncing harder, each thrust driving him deeper inside you. The sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, a symphony of pleasure that drowns out all other thoughts.

“Faster,” he gasps, and you can hear the desperation in his voice, the way he’s losing control. You love how he’s unraveling before you, the usually composed Nanami now completely at your mercy, lost in the sensation of you riding him.

“Like this?” you tease, quickening your pace even more, feeling him hit that perfect spot inside you with every movement. “You want it harder?”

“Y-yes, please!” he pleads, and that’s all you need to hear. You smile down at him, your heart racing as you push him closer to the edge.

With every bounce, you feel the heat pooling in your core, a delicious pressure building as you get closer to your own release. You lean down closer, brushing your lips against his ear, whispering sweet nothings that only fuel the fire between you.

“Come for me, baby,” you whisper, your breath hot against his skin. “I want to feel you.”

That’s all it takes. His entire body tenses beneath you, a loud moan escaping his lips as he finally loses control, his release hitting him hard. His cock pulses inside you, filling you with hot, thick spurts of cum as his body shudders violently beneath yours.

You ride him through it, your hips grinding down hard, milking every last drop from him as he moans and gasps beneath you, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Each wave of ecstasy washes over you both, pulling you into a deeper connection that leaves you breathless.

When it’s over, you collapse onto his chest, both of you panting, your bodies tangled together in the aftermath. His hands still grip your hips, his touch gentle yet possessive, as if he never wants to let you go. You can feel his heart racing against yours, a steady rhythm that matches the exhilaration coursing through your veins.

“Wow,” he finally breathes, his voice soft and filled with awe, his cheeks still flushed. You look up at him, a grin spreading across your face at his reaction. He pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “I didn’t know you could be so... incredible.”

You chuckle softly, running your fingers through his hair, savoring the moment. “Oh, you have no idea what I’m capable of,” you tease, leaning down to capture his lips again in a soft kiss.

[gejo333]

An Unexpected Match VIII

Pt. 1 Pt.9

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: It’s the day of the holiday party at your parent’s house…😱

No mature warning in this chapter.

Can’t believe I got another chapter out so fast! Pray that I keep up with this pace!🙏

I apologize for any grammar mistakes I missed!

Enjoy!🥰

Wc: 2.8k

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You scanned through the various clothes on the rack, trying to tone out the Christmas music playing over the speakers mixed with the various chatter of other people around you. You smiled when you spotted a beautiful spring dress you thought would be perfect for Gabi.

After buying it you walked over to the women's clothing where Stephanie was looking through skirts.

"Find anything cute?" You say as you look over the clothing rack.

"Sadly not." She pouted as she joined you on the other side as you both began to walk through the store.

"Do you have everything on your list?"

"One last thing. I've gotten everyone's gift. Just finished getting all of Miguel's and I just have one left for Gabi. It's this popular doll. It's from this new movie. This is the third store I've gone to to try and find it. I asked Miguel but he's had no luck either.

"You guys are such cute parents. I love it. Can't wait to earn the title Auntie Stephanie."

"Cute. I forgot to ask you this after the last barbecue, but did you tell Jack about me and Miguel? It's ok if you did, I know it's hard to keep secrets from someone your in a relationship with."

"Girl, I would never reveal a secret like that. Though Jack might be my boyfriend you are my bestie. But Jack did come to me and asked if I knew anything. He said he noticed the way Miguel looks at you. He said to me, 'he looks at her like she is the light of his life. The only person in the room.'"

"Do u think it's really noticeable to everyone?" You bit your lower lip as you give her a worried look.

"Nah, you know Jack is really good at reading people. You would know if everybody in the neighborhood knew." Stephanie chuckled.

"True." You chuckled along with her. "Miguel and I are going to say we're a couple at the holiday party tonight." You added. Your words made  Stephanie stop, grasping your forearm as she looked at you wide eyed.

"No way! I'm both nervous and excited for you. You think your parents will take it ok?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I know my mom would be thrilled that I'm in a serious relationship again. But i know she'll be upset that I lied plus I know my dad and her might not take it well since Miguel is closer in age to them than me. Now that I think about it. They're not going to take it well. What do you think?" You looked at Stephanie with hopeful eyes but they switch to worry when you saw her shake her head.

You arrive to the toy section of the store eyes widening when you see the vast amount of people grabbing things left and right.

"Shit. Ok. Steph, you know what I'm looking for, you go this way and I'll go the other. See you on the other end."

"If we make it out alive." Stephanie says before you split up.

You search almost every section from top to bottom. As you begin to lose hope you smile seeing at the end of the last aisle was the doll Gabi wanted. As you you were nearing the shelf two other people grabbed the last one at the same time. You huff in frustration as you knew you had no chance of getting it now.

"Omg is that Oprah in the shoe department?" Yelled Stephanie making the two people drop the toy and rush over followed by a few other victims who heard her. You chuckle as you pick up the toy from the ground. "My savior."

"That's what I'm here for." She gently bumped your shoulder with hers as you both laughed.

After you bought the toy you and Stephanie left the overly crowded store.

You headed back to your car, driving back to your neighborhood, saying goodbye to Stephanie as you dropped her off and Jack's apartment before you drove back to Miguel's house, parking your car in the garage. Surprisingly, no one has seen you park your car in Miguel's garage. If they have maybe they thought you were going to babysit Gabi, like you did at the beginning before your relationship with Miguel.

You entered the house as a smile lands on your face as you see Gabi running to you with her red holiday dress, with no socks and her hair all messy.

"Hi baby bug. What's happening here." You chuckle as you set your bags down as you kneel down to her height.

"Papa was helping me get dress for the holiday party at your parents house. But when I heard you come home I ran down to see you." You lift her up in your arms as you walk into the living room where you see Miguel in black dress pants and nice button up black shirt with a few buttons undone. On one side of his shoulders were Gabi's tiny socks and in one of his hands her shoes, so small compared to him.

"There's the little runaway princess and my beautiful queen." Miguel whispered the last part to you as he gave you a sweet kiss to your lips before you handed Gabi into his arms.

"No, I want y/n to help me get dress." Gabi pouted as she reached out back to you.

"But princesa, y/n needs to start getting ready." Miguel argued, but you smiled as you reached out and held her again. "It's ok. I'll help you finish putting your socks and shoes on."

"Can you do my hair in that pretty braid?"

"I think I have a good idea of what hairstyle I should do." You smile as you lead her upstairs to her bathroom followed by Miguel who went back to your bedroom to finish getting ready.

You sit her on her stool in front of the bathroom mirror as you help brush her hair. As you begin to style her hair by braiding some of her front parts before tying it in the back. You then grab your curling iron as you give her ends some curl plus some strands in the front. You then ask her to cover her eyes as you lightly put hair spray in her hair to keep its shape.

“All done.”

“Wow! I love it! Thank you.” Gabi smiles as you help her off the stool before having her sit on her bed in her room so you could help get her socks on.

When you finally were able to get her last shoe on Miguel knocked on the door frame. “How it going?” He smiled as he entered the room.

“She’s all ready and looks beautiful.” You smile at Gabi as she looks back at you with a bigger smile.

“You look lovely princesa. Now let’s let y/n get ready.” Said Miguel as his hand rested on your lower back.

“Wait, can I ask a question?” Asked Gabi.

“What is it Baby bug?” You brows furrow looking at Miguel, as he gave you the same expression when you both saw Gabi become nervous and shy.

“What’s wrong mija?” You and Miguel sat on both sides of Gabi to try and comfort her.

“When I was at the kid center when we went camping, I told all my friends that y/n was my mom.” Gabi looks at Miguel before looking at you as she hugs her face against you before she added, “Can I call you mom?” Though her voice was barely above a whisper both you and Miguel heard her as you both look at each other, eyes wide.

Your heart swelled so big that it was hard for you to not shed a few tears. You look back to Miguel who gives you a wide loving smile. Maybe it was your imagination but you saw his eyes become glossy as if he was trying hard to hide his tears.

“Gabi, I would be honored if you called me mom. I’ve always loved you as my daughter. My little baby bug. You’ve made me the happiest woman in the world.” You smiled as you wiped away a tear.

“Yay! I love you Mama.” Gabi hugged you again beyond happy.

“I love you too Sweetheart.” You hug her back.

After letting you hug her a bit longer Miguel speaks, “Let’s let Mama get dressed now for the party, Gabi.” Both you and Miguel’s smiles widen when he said it.

“Kk.” Gabi let go of you as you and Miguel walked out of her room and to your shared bedroom.

When you both entered Miguel picked you up as he twirled you around before holding the back of your head as he passionately captured your lips with his. When your lips parted he placed his forehead against yours as you both couldn’t stop smiling.

“I love so much Mamita.” Miguel said as he kissed away your joyous tears before kissing you one more time on the lips.

“I love you so much too Papi.” You say which Miguel’s eyes widen slightly, your smile widening as you see his cheeks slightly turn red before you looked at his eyes, clouded with lust.

As the door was already closed Miguel picked you up and tossed you on to the bed, as you let out joyous giggle as he got on top you fluttering you with butterfly kisses across your face and neck.

After taking a bit longer from your quick rendezvous with Miguel you were finally ready as you head downstairs where Miguel sat on the couch as he watched Gabi draw with her crayons on the table. As you walked down the stairs Miguel looked up as he stood up and joined you at the bottom of the steps, pulling you against him.

“Wow, Mama you look so beautiful!” Gabi said as she got up from her table and ran over to you.

“She does look really beautiful.” Said Miguel as he leaned down and kissed your cheek, knowing your red lipstick would rub on to his lips, not that either of you’d mind if it weren’t for the event your were going to.

You took a deep breath as you try to calm you rising nerves about tonight. Miguel noticed right away as he took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before kissing your knuckles.

“Everything will be ok tonight. No matter the reaction, always remember the home that loves you the most.” Miguel said as you looked at him before looking at Gabi gazing up at you with a big smile. You look back up to him as you take in a another deep breath before saying, “you’re right. I guess I should head over. I’ll see you both in a bit.” You leave Miguel’s hold as you blow them both a kiss before leaving the house and walking over to your parents.

Back in Miguel’s house:

“Papa, why aren’t we going with Mama?” Asked Gabi as she sat back in her place at the living room table coloring.

“You remember that Mama and Papa’s relationship is a secret, because we don’t know how others will react when they find out?”

“Yeah.”

“Well Mama is going over there to help her parents with set up for the party and make sure they are happy as Mama and I are going to tell them later tonight that we are together.”

“Yay!”

Back to you at your parent’s house:

You open the door to your parents house, embraced with the various smells of food.

“Y/n?” Yelled your mom from the kitchen.

“Yes, it’s me.” You say as you hang up your coat before walking into the kitchen to see your brothers, dad, Stephanie and your mom all helping out with food preparation.

“Hi honey. You look gorgeous!” Said your mother as she set down the spoon she was stirring in the pot before coming over to hug you.

“Hey mom, thanks. Sorry I was a bit late. Is there anything I can help with?”

“Everything is pretty much done but you can help bring the good to the dining room table.” Said your father as he finished preparing the salad.

“Ok cool.” You say as you grab a dish and bring it to the dinning room. Everyone from the kitchen followed, bringing a dish with them.

“Hey, Mom, dad?” They both look at you with a smile, waiting for you to continue. “I wanted to ask what you both thought if I was in a relationship…” you pause as you glance at Stephanie and Jack and then to Liam who was the only one who sent you a confused look. Getting the hint the couple walked back to the kitchen, Liam lagging behind wanting to know your conversation before Stephanie came back rolled her eyes as she tugged Liam out of the room by his arm.

“As I was saying, what would you guys think if I said I was in a new relationship?”

“That would be marvelous sweetheart!” Said your mother.

“Of course we would be happy for you.” Added your father.

“Would your thoughts change if I said he was slightly older than me?”

“Of course our thoughts wouldn’t change. Its always better to date a mature man.” Said your mother as your father nodded in agreement.

You smiled relieved to here their approval. Well, at least for the first part of the plan you and Miguel came up with this morning in bed for how you both were going to tell your parents of your relationship.

“How long has this relationship with this new guy been going on for?” Asked your father.

“Four and half to about 5 months.” Not including the weekend together two years ago. You left that part out.

“Right after your break up with Tyler? That’s fast sweetie.” Said your mother.

“Well, a rebound after Tyler turned into a date, then a bunch more before we became official.” You slightly lied, knowing full well sex with Miguel that night 5 months ago wasn’t a rebound after breaking up with your ex, but a night where you and Miguel were finally able to show the person you care for how much you love them.

“Oh, I see. That’s nice.” Said your mother with a small smile before returning back to the kitchen. You internally winced when you saw her reaction to your response.

Luckily your parents couldn’t push further as neighbors started to enter your the house for the holiday party.

After there was quite a few people throughout the house, making it busy Miguel walked in with Gabi.

Your parents headed over to greet the O’Hara’s as you tagged along.

“Hey Miguel. How’ve you been man? Haven’t seen you around much lately.” Said your father ash he greeted Miguel with a very light slap to his back.

“Just been extremely busy at work lately.”

“I’m hoping y/n as been able to help you.” Said your mom as she greeted Miguel with a welcoming hug.

“Yeah, she has.” Miguel looked at you as you both tried to not laugh from your mother’s oblivious words.

You and Miguel gave each other a greeting hug, still trying to make sure to not look too familiar with each other.

“Hi Gabi.” You say as you kneel down to hug her as she happily returns it. “Hi Mama.” Gabi whispered so only you could hear as she tried to hide her giggle. You smiled down at her as you brushed a stray strand of her hair from her face, secretly telling her you heard her. You stand back to your full height as you, Miguel and your parents begin to catch up with each other as you and Miguel still stayed pretending that you didn’t live with each other, and didn’t know what the other had been doing.

Watching from the corner of the room were the same brown eyes as before, glaring between you and Miguel and then down to Gabi as you helped fix her hair again. The stranger took a sip of their drink before setting it down on a side table before making their way over to you two as you were conversing with your parents.

"Long time no see, Miguel."

You, your parents, and Miguel look to the woman standing before you. Your brows furrow as you glance up at Miguel to see his eyes widen.

"Sofia? What are you doing here?"

The woman leaned down as she looked at Gabi who tucked herself between you and Miguel.

Sofia looked back up at you and Miguel, smirking before her eyes went back to Gabi. "Well obviously, I've come to see my precious daughter."

"Miguel?" You look at him as he returns your gaze before looking back at the woman with a glare.

"This is Sofia Grassi." Miguel looks at you and your parents before gazing down at his daughter who looks up at him then back at the strange woman,

"Gabi, this is your mother."

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[BSTS] Hinata Hanami 2025 4* Card Story

(note: B’s show is based on the fairy tale Thumbelina)

Chapter 1 -botanical garden, day-

hinata: A date with Miss ♪ It’s a date ♪

Thanks for coming here with me! Let’s study heaps of flowers together. I think my performance will be better if I know more about all of the flowers that appear in it.

saki: You sure are a hard worker.

hinata: Of course! That’s cause during this show there’s a period where the cast members switch in and out, so I get to perform! Plus seeing the flowers in person is better than just looking them up on the internet.

-time pass-

hinata: Ah, Miss, look! There’s a water lily!

saki: Woah, they’re so large and beautiful.

hinata: Um, let’s see… (he googles them) It’s a flower in the Nymphaeaceae family with the genus Nymphaea. They bloom in ponds or lakes and look as if they’re floating above the water. They’re a perennial and water-based plant. They may look like a lotus but they’re a different classification of plant. That’s what it says. 

I had no idea~ Do you have any flowers you’re curious about, Miss?

saki: Hm, violets I suppose.

hinata: The violets are in the area up ahead, let’s go check them out!

-time pass-

hinata: —Ah, here they are.

saki: I didn’t know violets could be this colour too.

hinata: I wonder if they’re different depending on the colour. Let me look it up.

Oh I see, they mean something in flower language too. Uhhh, they mean ‘humble’ and ‘a small happiness’. That makes sense, they’re so small and cute.

Oh wait~ The meaning is different depending on the colour! It says yellow mean ‘love’ and white mean ‘an innocent love’.

saki: That’s interesting. It’s fun just taking our time to enjoy the flowers like this.

hinata: Yeah… Flowers probably have the power to make people happy.

-time pass, street, sunset-

hinata: Thanks for hanging out with me until this late, Miss.

saki: Thanks, I had fun today.

hinata: Heheh, it was the best date ever. ♪

saki: —Oh look, the dandelions are blooming.

hinata: You’re right. They’re growing through the gaps in the concrete. Dandelions can even bloom in places like this huh? They’re not in a flower bed, even though a more noticeable place would be better for them.

saki: I think that’s what makes them strong-willed though.

hinata: You think so?

saki: Sometimes they’ll catch my eye and bring a smile to my face. I think it’s wonderful that they’re able to bloom even in such harsh places. 

hinata: A smile… I see. So that’s how you see it? (he smiles)

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Chapter 2 -starless lobby-

hinata: Good morning, Miss! I was just out here looking at the flower stands. I love that there’s so many of them, I always thought they were so pretty. Because we went and studied some flowers together, I feel as though I can recognise even the feelings that the guests who are supporting me wanted to express with them too.

See look, this flower stand addressed to me has some dandelions in it. It’s the flower that my role, the butterfly, delivers to Thumbelina.

saki: Aw, how cute. It’s not everyday that you see a flower stand with dandelions in it.

hinata: Right? In flower language dandelions mean ‘sincere love’. I looked it up after our date the other day. So today I’ll express my sincere love to you, Miss!

-cg

hinata: “Don’t look so down, Thumbelina. Everything will be just fine, I’m right here beside you. I’ll always be ready to fly right over to you whenever you need my help!”

-cg gone

hinata: Did you enjoy my impromptu performance?

saki: Yes. Just watching you filled me with feelings as warm as Spring.

hinata: Yay, I’m glad my feelings reached you! Y’know, when I was told that the flowers the butterfly gives the princess were dandelions, I was like, why would he give her such a plain flower? 

They’re small and bloom on the side of footpaths. They’re not really flowers that many people notice, right? There’s no way giving a flower like that to the princess would make her look his way. 

But… now I know that there’s people like you, Miss, who take the time to notice that they’re blooming. It made me happy, I guess it’s cause I could relate to the dandelions.

saki: Fufu, both you and the dandelions make me smile. Because watching your performances always cheer me up.

hinata: Heheh, thanks. In that case, I’ll have to keep doing my best! I’ll keep giving you lots and lots of pretty flowers, so make sure you watch me forever, ok?

—end

[merrybloomwrites]

You Can Start a Family (Chapter 5)

Summary: Another few days spent with Mitch and Sarah lead to more developments in your relationship.

Previous Chapters: One ; Two ; Three ; Four

TW for this chapter: It contains smut

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Hope you enjoy, and would love to know what you're thinking of the story so far!

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The following week is busy at work. Ryan’s mom, Beth, is a high school teacher and has been stuck working longer hours, as it was the end of a marking period as well as the week before spring break. You and Ryan had started going on more outings. You were busy taking him to baby music class, and story time at the local library.

Sarah and Mitch had also started to spend more time at the studio, often going for hours or even the whole day. You hadn’t seen them all week, and after having spent a whole weekend together, you were missing them.

Finally on Thursday you see them for the first time in days. You’re loading Ryan into his car seat as they get out of their car across the street.

They walk over to you waving hello before leaning in to say hi to Ryan.

“How are you love?” Sarah asks. “We’ve missed you,” she says as Mitch nods in agreement.

“I missed you guys too,” you say with a shy smile. “I’ve been good, crazy busy. We’re trying different activities for Ryan. His mom wants him socializing with other kids and burning some energy. Which definitely is needed. Plus, he switched to one nap a day so there’s a lot of time to fill.” You realize you’re once again rambling and turn the conversation to them, asking, ���What have you been up to?”

“Mitch got some inspiration for new music, so we’ve been working on that.”

“That’s so cool! Can I hear some of it?”

“Sure kid,” Mitch replies. “Are you free anytime soon?”

“Ryan’s family is going away for Easter this Sunday and taking a long weekend, so I’ll be off next Monday and Tuesday. If you’re free, maybe we could have another sleepover? My apartment this time.” You blush, nervous that you sounded too forward.

“What are you doing for the holiday?” Sarah asks.

“Honestly, probably nothing. Maybe make a special meal or something. What about you guys?” You notice they didn’t acknowledge your invitation and grow more worried that they no longer want that aspect of their relationship with you. Before your mind spirals, Mitch answers.

“My aunt and uncle are visiting for a couple days,” Mitch answers before continuing, “And you will be coming over for dinner.”

“I really don’t want to intrude-” Sarah cuts you off, saying, “Y/N, you will be coming over for dinner. No question. You’re never intruding. And if you don’t mind, maybe we could come over on Sunday after dinner and stay a couple of days?”

Your face lights up and you reply, “I absolutely would not mind.” At that moment Ryan starts loudly babbling, tired of listening to the adults. “I should get going, story time starts soon.”

Sarah leans in and gives you a light hug, saying, “Of course! Sounds like we’ve got a great plan.” She pulls back and Mitch rests his hand on your shoulder for a second before squeezing once and pulling away. You know that these are the only types of contact you can have with them in public. Even if you were spotted, those casual touches wouldn’t raise any suspicions.

You double check that Ryan’s car seat straps are tight enough and continue with your afternoon. You have newfound energy now that you know that you’ll be spending multiple days with Mitch and Sarah.

Friday passes quickly and you keep busy on Saturday, doing a much deeper clean than usual since you would be having guests. You also go food shopping and make sure to pick up ingredients for an appetizer and a dessert which you make Sunday morning before heading over to the Rowland’s house in the early afternoon.

Mitch’s father answers the door and leads you into the kitchen where the rest of the family is congregated. You’re greeted by Mitch, Sarah, and Tammy, and introduced to Mitch’s aunt and uncle. You have a wonderful afternoon with everyone, enjoying the stories they’re all telling.

After dessert is over, and you finish playing a few rounds of a card game that got way more competitive than expected, you’re saying goodbye to Mitch’s family. He and Sarah each grab their bags and walk out to your car with you.

It’s a quick drive to your place and next thing you know, Mitch and Sarah are walking around your apartment, complimenting the view and decorations.

“This apartment really is beautiful. I love the windows and it’s so spacious in here,” Sarah says.

“There aren’t many perks to most of your family dying in your early 20’s, but being the sole recipient of all life insurance payouts and inheritances would probably be the one bright side.”

They both stare at you, as they do when you mention your trauma so nonchalantly.

“What?” you say, “I’m talking about the positives! Don’t give me those faces. Anyone want some water?” You decide it might just be best to move on from the discussion of your dead relatives. You grab a couple bottles of water from the fridge and hand one to each of them asking, “Do you guys want to sit out on the deck?”

They agree and you lead them outside to show them one of your favorite parts of your apartment. It’s a decently large deck, big enough to fit an outdoor loveseat plus another comfy chair, and since you’re a corner unit, it faces the woods behind your building, allowing for privacy. You sit in the single chair, leaving them to share the loveseat. You start to tell them about the wildlife you’ve seen in the woods, then point out the constellations you could see.

You all spend a few minutes sitting quietly enjoying each other’s company as well as the mild early spring weather. You feel a hand on your arm and know that it’s Sarah. You turn to her, and she gently pulls you, saying, “You’re too far away, come here.”

You get up and stand in front of them, not sure exactly where to sit. She pulls you down so that you are seated sideways on her lap, your legs extended over Mitch. He runs his hands over your shins and Sarah wraps her arms around your waist, holding you close. After another few minutes of listening to the calm sounds of the night you feel Sarah brushing your hair over your shoulder so she can start to kiss your neck.

Your eyes close at the feeling of her lips on your skin and of Mitch’s hands traveling higher on your legs. You slowly turn your head and seek out Sarah’s lips with your own. Neither of you hesitate to deepen the kiss, tongues immediately searching each other’s mouths. Mitch leans in to take over peppering your neck in kisses, occasionally switching to do the same to Sarah. He eventually turns you away from Sarah to himself, and you get lost in the feeling of kissing him. Next thing you know you’re watching them make out in front of you as your hands absently trail along their skin.

You all continue on like this for a while, getting lost in the sensations.

“Should we head inside?” Sarah asks, and you nod your head.

You all stand up, Mitch steadying both you and Sarah. You walk into your bedroom, immensely glad you had decided to splurge on the king bed. You stop just in the doorway and feel Mitch’s hand on your lower back. You’re equal parts excited and nervous about what’s about to happen, and you wonder if you’ll ever move past your nerves. You feel Mitch’s lips against your ear, and he asks, “Would you like to learn something new tonight?”

You turn your head to him, eyes practically crossing trying to look at him when he’s so close, and you nod again. He turns to whisper something to Sarah, and she smirks before climbing in bed and leaning against the headboard.

“C’mere, love,” she says to you, and you climb up the bed towards her. She pulls you in and says, “Mitch thinks we can teach you some different things to do with your mouth, what do you think?” Your eyes practically roll back in your head at the suggestion. You bite your lip and nod before saying, “I think that’s a great idea.” You start kissing her neck, biting gently as though overeager at the idea of using your mouth to please them.

Clothes are thrown off bodies and onto the floor. You start to kiss down Sarah’s body. You’re leaving kisses on the inside of her thighs when you suddenly feel kisses on your own thighs from behind. You glance back to see Mitch is behind you, just as bare as you and Sarah.

“Just follow along with Mitch,” Sarah says. You’re confused for a moment but then gasp as you feel him lick along your core. You understand what Sarah meant and lean to do the same to her. The sounds she lets out spur you on, each whimper turning you on even more and you barely hold yourself back from pushing closer to Mitch’s mouth.

You take note of the different things he does with his lips and tongue and recreate the moves to the best of your ability on Sarah. You feel the familiar tightening in your belly as your orgasm approaches. You hum in pleasure and the vibrations push Sarah over the edge. She grabs your hair, careful not to pull too hard. You work her through her orgasm and a second later fall into your own.

You lay your head on Sarah’s stomach as you both catch your breath. Her fingers weave through your hair as Mitch presses light kisses to your back. He climbs up towards Sarah, and she pushes him to lay on his back. Your eyes meet Sarah’s, and she beckons your closer. You crawl up to kiss her, then Mitch.

You think about what today’s lesson is, and take a deep breath before moving back down, this time trailing kisses along Mitch’s torso. You kiss just above his groin and look at his hard cock before glancing back to Sarah, silently asking for advice on what to do next.

She starts to whisper instructions in your ear, and you lean down to wrap your lips around him. He groans and clutches the sheets to keep himself from thrusting into your mouth. At Sarah’s direction you switch between sucking on what you can fit in your mouth and running your tongue along his length and around his tip. After a few minutes he pulls you off of him and sits up so he can press his lips to yours and you share a kiss so messy you can feel your teeth clashing against his.

“You did so good, baby,” he says in your ear before nipping at your neck and pulling away. He turns to Sarah and kisses her before pulling her onto his lap. He reaches down, and in a move so practiced and smooth that you almost miss it, he slides inside her. They both throw their heads back, moaning as they come together before sharing a moment of eye contact. You realize he’s checking in that she’s okay before they start to move together. You’re fascinated by what’s playing out in front of you. Sure, you’re turned on, but you’re more curious to watch than participate. That doesn’t mean they’re okay with you being left out, and they make sure they each have a hand somewhere on your body the whole time. You watch Sarah fall apart, Mitch following right after.

You all collapse onto the bed, a jumble of limbs, bright smiles on everyone’s faces. You’re once again surprised at how right this feels. You fall asleep with your head on Sarah’s chest, hand clasped with Mitch’s over her.

The next day you again wake up first. You slide out of bed, throw on some clothes, and go to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and reflect on the night before. You think about how safe they make you feel and how patient they are teaching you about intimacy. You’ve been so scared about being physical with someone that you thought it might never happen. But now you think back to how gentle Mitch was with Sarah, how he made sure to check in with her, and you start to think that you might be ready to have that as well.

Mitch and Sarah join you in the kitchen and you make them tea as well. As you set the mugs down Mitch’s phone starts to ring with an incoming FaceTime call. You glance at it and are surprised to see that it’s Harry calling. Harry Styles. Somehow you had yet to interact with him at all even though you’d been hanging out with his best friends for weeks.

Mitch answers the call and starts talking to Harry. Sarah quietly laughs at the look of panic on your face. You take some deep breaths, forcing yourself to stop fangirling before you somehow make a fool of yourself in the background of the call. You’ve just managed to contain your excitement when Mitch pulls you over to officially introduce you to Harry. You learn that he does know who you are, and Mitch and Sarah have apparently been talking about you to their friends.

It’s a short call, Harry had just wanted to check in on everyone and soon they hang up. Breakfast that morning is simple, everyone pouring a bowl of cereal and you discuss what to do that day.

“Do you still want to hear some of Mitch’s new music?” Sarah asks and you answer with an enthusiastic, “Of course I do!”

After everyone showers and gets ready for the day, you all drive over to the studio. Mitch plays two of the songs he’s working on, and you listen closely, watching in amazement as he sings the songs he wrote himself.

“I was wondering if you could help me with something,” he says timidly after you compliment him on his music.

“Sure, what is it?” you reply.

“I’ve got some ideas for guitar harmonies and want to test them out against the melody. If I tell you the chord progression, would you be able to play melody so I can see if it all works together?”

“Yes, absolutely.” He teaches you what to play and you spend the next couple of hours working on his songs, fascinated to see what goes on behind the scenes.

When you all start to get hungry you leave the studio to pick up sandwiches for lunch. You mention a walking trail nearby that has great views and you decide to take your lunch there. It’s a short walk to the first outlook and you settle there to eat. You ask Mitch and Sarah about their childhoods, wanting to know more about them. You continue your questions after lunch when you’re all walking towards the waterfall at the end of the trail.

When you reach it, Sarah starts taking pictures, including a selfie of the three of you which she immediately sends you. You’ll later make that your phone background, but no one needs to know that.

You start walking back and Mitch says, “So, I was thinking we could all go to Bella Luna’s tonight for dinner.”

You’ve heard of Bella Luna’s before. It’s one of the nicer restaurants in town. Ryan’s parents have gone there a couple of times for date nights, and you know it’s viewed as highly romantic.

“Oh, I’ve heard great reviews about that place,” Sarah replies with a cheeky smile. You nod and agree and spend the rest of the afternoon wondering what this fancy dinner might mean.

Back home everyone starts getting ready. Mitch informs you that the reservation is set for 6PM and you wonder when he set that up, as he hadn’t been on his phone at all that day aside from talking to Harry. You also realize that they both had fancy clothes packed and wonder if they had planned this ahead of time.

You walk out of your bathroom after getting changed, smoothing down your dress and fiddling with your hair to make sure it’s lying just right. You look up and see Mitch and Sarah staring at you.

Sarah walks over and places her hands on your hips, saying, “You look amazing,” before pulling you in for a kiss. “You look amazing too,” you reply after breaking apart. Mitch walks up to you saying, “You both look beautiful,” and you each kiss and compliment him as well.

You have a wonderful time at dinner. The conversation flows naturally, and the food is delicious. There’s never an awkward silence, and you realize how compatible you all are in every way.

Once back at your apartment, the evening goes like the one before and you find yourselves again out on the deck. Instead of you sitting on the chair, Mitch immediately pulls you on the loveseat with him and Sarah, and you’re sat half in each of their laps.

“Dinner tonight was delicious, thank you for taking me there,” you say.

“Of course, love,” Sarah replies. “We needed to make our first date special.”

At the word date you quickly turn to her, a shocked and confused expression on your face. You knew they cared about you, knew they were interested in you physically, but hadn’t dared to hope for the relationship to take this turn.

No one has ever expressed interest in you this way before, and here are two wonderful people wanting to bring you into their relationship. Two people who had everything they could want, but still opened themselves up to another person.

“We really care about you, Y/N,” Mitch says, and you turn to look at him. “Not just in a friendly or familial way. We care about you the way we care about each other.” Sarah is nodding in agreement, and you reply, “I care about you both too. More than anyone else.”

“I know this won’t necessarily be easy,” Sarah says. “It’s a complicated dynamic, especially with us being so well known publicly. But Y/N, we want to be with you. We want you as part of our relationship. Would you like that too?”

“I would. I really would. I know it’ll be difficult, and we’ll have to keep it a secret, but I want a relationship with you both. Being with you two just feels right in a way nothing ever has before.”

“We feel the same way,” Mitch replies.

They each press a kiss to your lips before sharing one with each other. The three of you sit there in an embrace, and the fact that you’re in a relationship sinks in. You can’t help the huge smile that breaks out on your face.

“What is it?” Mitch asks, noticing your expression.

“Nothing,” you reply. “I’m just really, really happy.”

“We are too,” Sarah says and meets you for another kiss. Mitch turns you towards him and he quickly deepens the kiss. This time you don’t get lost in the feeling, too lost in your thoughts of what you want to happen next.

Mitch notices your hesitance and pulls away asking, “What’s wrong, baby?”

You shiver at the nickname, holding one of his hands in yours and fidgeting with his fingers while building up the nerve to tell him what you’re thinking.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just. There’s something I want to do. And it makes me really nervous, but I think that I’m ready.” You pause a moment before continuing, “I know that I’m ready. To do this. With you.”

With the hand you’re not currently holding, Mitch cups your face to bring you to look at him. “Y/N, what is it you want to do?”

Even just saying the words feels impossible, not used to wanting this, let alone asking for it. “I, uhm, I want to- I’m ready to go all the way.”

He looks you in the eyes before asking, “Are you saying that you want to have sex with me?” You try to look away, somehow both embarrassed and turned on at the blunt way Mitch is clarifying your desires. “Because it’s absolutely okay if you do. I want to do that too. But only if you’re really ready,” he continues.

“I am,” you say firmly. “I’m ready. I’ve always been so scared of sex, but I saw the way you were with Sarah last night and, I dunno, I just know that you’d take care of me. I realized I don’t have to be scared with you. With either of you,” you finish, reaching one of your hands to rest on Sarah’s leg.

“Of course I’ll take care of you baby,” he says. “It’s all we want to do.” He leans in and presses his lips to yours, picking up where he left off a few minutes earlier. You feel like you’re too far away from him and move to straddle his lap. His hands immediately go to your waist, pulling you in so you’re flush against him.  

You feel his hard cock against you and begin to grow excited at the thought of what’s about to happen. He guides your arms around his neck and tells you to hold on tight. The next moment he stands from the couch, hands sliding to your bottom to support you so he can carry you inside. The three of you make your way to the bedroom, and Mitch lays you down on the bed, immediately crawling on top of you.

You get lost in the feeling of Mitch’s tongue stroking yours, on his hands sliding along your body. You tug on his shirt and break away to pull it off of him. He does the same to your dress and within minutes all of your clothes are on the floor. His fingers are at your entrance, slipping in one at a time to slowly open you up.  

You look over to see that Sarah is fully clothed and you pout. She notices your expression and says, “I’m okay love, I just want to watch tonight. This is a special moment for you.” You reach out your hand to hold on to hers and she passes something to Mitch before sliding her fingers between yours.

You hear a noise and look back to Mitch and realize what Sarah had handed him. He opens the condom wrapper and slips it on before running the head of his cock through your folds. He looks at you and asks, “Are you sure?” Without hesitating you tell him you’re sure, that you want this.

He lines himself up and starts to push in. You gasp at the stretch and squeeze Sarah’s hand. Mitch leans down to pepper kisses and love bites along your neck as Sarah runs her free hand on your stomach. You focus on those feelings as Mitch continues to push in, checking that you’re okay throughout.

Finally, he’s flush against you, letting out a loud groan in your ear at the feeling of you wrapped around him. Tears leak out of your closed eyes and you’re unsure if they’re from the uncomfortable pressure of being filled for the first time or from the overwhelming emotions running through you.

Sarah wipes away the tears, leaning in to quietly say, “You’re doing so well, love.” After a moment of letting you adjust, Mitch checks in again to see how you’re feeling, and if you want him to continue or pull out.

“Keep going, I’m good, please, you can keep going,” you tell him in a breathy voice you’ve never heard from yourself before.

He starts to move, slow thrusts at first before building up a rhythm after he’s sure you’re ready for more. It doesn’t take long to switch from uncomfortable pressure to intense pleasure. You’re still holding one of Sarah’s hands in yours and she uses her free hand to rub circles on your clit. You’re lost in the sensations, Mitch inside you, Sarah adding to the pleasure, both of their lips leaving kisses all over your body. It all builds until you come with a loud moan, clenching around Mitch. It’s an intense feeling, one that causes you to see stars, and you’re only vaguely aware of Mitch reaching his orgasm just after you.

They both slow down before stilling completely. Mitch tucks his face into your neck saying, “I’m gonna pull out now, okay babe?” You nod and he slowly pulls out as Sarah presses more kisses to the top of your head.

Mitch gets off the bed and you whimper and reach for him, not wanting him to be far away from you. “Shh, love,” Sarah says gently. “He’ll be right back; he’s just gone to get a cloth to clean up.”

A moment later he’s back and uses a damp washcloth to clean between your legs. He slips on a pair of boxers and places a large t-shirt on the bed for you. You know he’s giving you the option to put it on if you’d like but not pressuring you to, and you realize how well he already knows what will make you most comfortable. You slip on the shirt as he climbs in bed next to you. As you curl into his side, Sarah gets up and you pout again but refrain from grabbing for her as well. She changes into pajamas and gets back under the covers, holding you tightly.

You fall asleep almost immediately, missing the whispered conversation between the other two.

“How are you feeling?” Mitch asks her. He knew they had talked previously about the possibility of you and Mitch having sex, but he still wanted to make sure Sarah didn’t feel any different after seeing it happen.

“Honestly?” She replies. “I feel great. Y/N said it earlier, it just feels right. Watching the two of you together was mesmerizing, and beautiful. I think I may have fallen even more in love with you.” He grabs her hand and squeezes gently. You stir in their arms, turning towards Sarah and tucking your face into her neck. They share a smile over you and fall asleep as well.

Shockingly, you’re the last one awake the next morning. When you do finally wake up, you realize you’re sprawled on top of Mitch, clinging to him. He’s running his fingers through your hair, and you feel so content you almost fall back asleep. Before you do, Sarah walks in with a tray full of food. You climb off of Mitch to sit in the middle of the bed and Sarah sets down the tray before sitting next to you.

You rest your head on her shoulder and she says, “Good morning love. You feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling absolutely wonderful,” you reply with a shy smile. You glance at Mitch and see he’s looking at you with a similarly fond expression. “I’m also suddenly starving,” you continue. “This looks amazing!”

They laugh at your enthusiasm for breakfast, and you all start to dig in.

“What would you like to do today,” Mitch asks.

“Nothing. I want to do nothing today. I want to stay here with the two of you and have a movie marathon or binge TV and just cuddle.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he replies.

And that’s what the three of you do. At lunch time you switch to hanging out in the living room instead of the bedroom, but that’s the extent of your effort for the day. They end up staying that night as well, brushing their teeth beside you in the bathroom before bed, and you revel in how domestic it feels.

They wake up bright and early with you the next morning and make sure to get their goodbye kisses before you all leave the apartment together. You drop them off in their driveway on your way to work and they each give you a quick hug before going inside the house.

You turn the car around and pull into Ryan’s driveway and sit in there for a moment before going into the house. You give yourself a couple minutes to think about the past few days, smiling and letting out a giggle when you can no longer contain the pure joy you feel.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I'm excited for the next part, we're finally adding Harry to the mix soon!

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[siremasterlawrence]

True Believer

My POV:

Shattering glass could be heard falling to massive full room blue carpet in my room when I feel an intense pain banging in my head I scream out loud and hold both of my hands on my forehead crying in utter pain.

My scream is ear excruciatingly high shatter through the windows sending waves of pure bliss hitting ten male celebrities and I mind linking together they suddenly drops to the knees crying in pain ass well feeling all I do till it stops.

I black out completely falling face forward on to the ground sliding on to my side I am calling for help before I go dark for a new world transformation and my more celebrity pals do the same and wake up a few hours later.

Ben:

“Uuugggghhh! What happened?” I think to myself waking up twice on the ground of a tennis court as Ben Affleck along with my mind in his we are one now and I stir him up in to reality where he is shocked to be laying in filth.

His body rolls on instinct I instructing him to rise to his feet which he does obediently to pick up his racket and starts to paddle the ball with his palm before aiming it up into the air and hitting with his racket pounding it across the room.

The ball pounces on the wall shooting right back at us with such force as the other two are afraid to even hit back it passes them in such power and sheer rage they jump to the side even Ben is even shock he could do that at all.

Tom:

Across the sea the same impact is evidently happening everywhere connecting many to me I can see his reflection looking back at me and I sit up with mischievous smile on my face turning to see his wife I knew I would have fun.

We slip from his bed standing in front of the mirror slowly taking off of his pajamas head to toes he is distinctly naked for me to see the fruits of my labor forcing him to strike a pose every two minutes switching his toned body.

New positions being discovered for us both as he exposes his muscles rippling at my very touch and his body scooting ever closer to the glass and my mind using his lips to kiss every crevice and inch of his arms.

Henry:

Henry Cavill meanwhile burst through the glass doors of his home stripping his body, the shirts above his head and the pants dropping like flies and me rushing into his bathroom showing off to myself and my own audience.

The mirror grows very tiring after a hour of admiring his looks I flip the knob for the bath faucet raining down on to us as I step in and I embrace the steaming heat with the cold brisk air coming at us through the window on to my skin.

My hand goes at it lathering up my hand with soap then splattering it digging deepin to my skin the water splashing it all away as it curls to the sink hole and my back tend to keep backing the wall feeling the warmth of it.

Chris E

My favorite stands tall in his bedroom his wife leaving for the day I excitedly feel the enthralling pounding is his heartbeat filled with happiness in his heart and he senses my hands invisible smothering his body with warmth.

Winking in the mirror I disrobe to his under pants kneeling downward, lifting both of my arms in the air pushing his nose in to the arm pits licking, sucking and kissing them carefully with so much passion, desire and need.

His cock grows even harder springing in to action pointing straight forward with a plus for a effortless attitudes, his face contorts to one of a smarmy expression of asswipe with condescension on his mind and he will soon know the truth with his camera in my hand texting a pic for me.

Chris P

“Why am I still outside?” A voice calls

“Turn around”

“Who is it?” He questions

“TURN AROUND “

“Fuck! Fine” he swears

“Who the fuck are you ?” He screams

“Guess who body this is?”

“It’s mine…like always” he yells

“Give me my body back” he howls

“Do you want me to punch you?” I ask”

“Hell no! Release me” he begs

“Mwahahahahaha!” I bellow loudly hitting him in the face.

“Do you love my control?”

“I hate you “

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”

“You love me”

“I’ll prove it “

“Ahahahahahaha….oh god…ohohohoh”

Tom Ellis is working out in a private gym and he is not expecting a mob of other hot celebrity guys gunning for him as they grab him off the machine and knock him out as he lifted in to a spa.

“Hello Tom”

“Shut up”

“Don’t speak “

“Notice the heat “

“The heat calms you “

“Soothing you “

“Freeing your mind “

“Freezing you out “

“You are a spectator now”

“Welcome to the show “

“This is my body “

“Entertainment me”

“Hey babe”

“Uuuugghhhh”

“Your voice”

“Your words”

“I am straining here”

“You have me”

Stephen Amell is at the pool of his home in a bit of heat he is looking extraordinary faded light army green shirt, shorts and sun shade showing off most of his skin bathing and basking in the glory of the sunlight washing on to him.

“Wait? Where am I?”

“With me”

“Oh right”

“Hey babe”

“Babe”

“Are you ok?”

“I guess”

“It’s all wrong “

“What is?”

“What’s missing?”

“My home “

“My wife and kids “

“Yyyuuuccckkk”

“Hey!”

“That dream again I see”

“It’s not a dream “

“Remember…this is my body now”

“Oh yeah! Hell yeah!”

Liam hemsworth is lying in bed completely waking up in a panic of sweat he is so hot and bothered he has no idea what I am up to except we are a single unit and one ass all in together he should serve me his one god.

The end

[burnwater13]

Grogu and Din Djarin at their homestead on Nevarro, The Mandalorian, Season 3, Episode 8, The Return

Part 3 of Zombies? Did someone say Zombies

Din Djarin put his targeting scope up agains his visor and focused in on the shambling mass. It had started to turn up toward the cabin, but the uphill trajectory seemed to be slowing it down even more. That was good news. As was the fact that the ‘skin’ of the thing seemed to be a pretty large tarp. 

Would a zombie do that? Use something to hide itself from sight? He doubted it. But then what the hell did he know about zombies? He laughed at himself and began to adjust the scope so he could get a better view considering how dark it was, when he felt something grab his leg. Dank Farrik! 

Grogu coo’d and chirped at him and the Mandalorian resisted the urge to give his son the lecture of a lifetime. He told himself that he didn’t want to give their location away, but he was pretty sure all he’d say were things better left unsaid. 

He took a moment, sucked in a deep breath and sighed very, very slowly. 

“Grogu. I told you to stay put. Whatever that thing is, it’s not a zombie, okay? It’s probably just Fennec playing an elaborate trick on us.”  Uff. This thing was out of hand. 

Grogu shook his head. 

Din Djarin put a hand on his hip and gave his son ‘the look’. Grogu drooped like a flower that needed water. Dank Farrik! How did the kid manage to look so adorable when he was being such a pest? 

The Mandalorian relented. He carefully picked Grogu up and then handed him the scope to look through. Once he switched it around and pointed it in the correct direction he let Grogu actually look through it. It was about time they covered scopes in their lessons.

Grogu made some tiny adjustments and then coo’d a long, low sound that made the hairs on the back of the Mandalorian’s neck stand up. 

“Let me take a look.” Din spoke as he tried to take the scope from Grogu. Uff. The kid had an iron grip. 

“Okay, tell me what you see then.” 

The best bounty hunter in the Outer Rim and he couldn’t get his own son to hand back a scope. He’d think about what that meant when they were finished dealing with shambling hulks. 

Grogu began a long soft series of coo’s, chirps, whistles and clicks. Din listened patiently. By the end of lecture, he was pretty sure that he understood Grogu describing the critter under the tarp as having dozens of tiny feet. 

The Mandalorian had heard of a species of giant milipyropedes. They were like giant fire breathing salamanders with hundreds of tiny little tarsi that also burned the ground they walked on. Had someone found one on the lava flats and thrown a tarp over it? Why not just shoot it? Plus, those critters weren’t even native to Nevarro. Dank Farrik.

“Grogu, please hand me the scope. I need to take a look.” 

Grogu chirped and smiled and handed his dad the scope without an argument. 

Uff. 

The Mandalorian put the scope back up to his visor and realized quickly what a mistake that was. Grogu had smeared the lens with whatever he had on his hands. How the heck had the kid been able to even tell that the critter had feet? He put the scope away and decided to trust his gut. 

“Okay buddy. We’re going down there and we’re going to see just what sort of critter is there. Zombie or not, we’ve got to know before we can do anything. I may need you to use the Force on it. Do you think you can do that?”

Din Djarin had to immediately suppress the urge to laugh. Grogu was scowling at him as if he’d asked him if he still liked frog stew for lunch. The Mandalorian had instantly heard Grogu’s ‘Of course I do, Dad! What kind of crazy question was that?!’ and couldn’t help but find that funny.

“I know. You can. Come on.”

With Grogu tucked against his chest on the left side, leaving his right hand free if he needed his side arm, the Mandalorian began a slow, stealthy approach toward the shambling mass. Grogu seemed tense and ready to spring the ‘magic hand thing’ on whatever critter it really was until they both heard the sound. 

It was a strange, chittering sound. The Mandalorian had to admit he’d never heard anything quite like it. Because under the chittering there was the sound of metal scraping against bone. Was it some sort of half living thing, like that spider tank thing from Mandalore? The Armorer had said that the cyborg that operated it was killed off and that they hadn’t found any more of them. Dank Farrik!

“Okay buddy. See if you can just grab the thing that’s covering it. Maybe it can’t be exposed to starlight or something like that. On my mark.”

The Mandalorian worked his way around so he would be higher up the rise than the creature and gave Grogu the signal to remove the covering. 

Grogu had every right to be proud of how quickly he did what his dad asked him to do, the Mandalorian reflected. If anything was lacking int he execution it was Din Djarin forgetting to tell Grogu where to put the damn thing once he’d removed it from the creature! Grogu, being Grogu, had pulled the covering right to them. Now Din was fighting his way out of the thing while Grogu was still holding it in place.

“Buddy! Drop it. Just drop it!” 

Grogu giggled and did as his dad demanded. The Mandalorian looked at the creature that had gotten them out of the cabin in the middle of the night fully armed and began to laugh. 

The four Anzellans stopped in their tracks and had turned to face the two of them. The Mandalorian didn’t have to hear them to know they were complaining as they were begging him to keep ‘the bad baby’ away from them. Grogu, for his part, was trying to get out of Din’s hold so he could rush over to the small droid smiths and do exactly what they were afraid he would do. Hug them tight.

“Grogu, buddy, stop wiggling. What are you folk doing out this way?” Din asked the Anzellans as they had stopped talking.

“Delivery. Lady pay us. Make droids for you. Hollow. Bad baby. No touchy.”

What? 

Din walked over to the pile of stuff the Anzellans had left on the ground as they rushed to put a safe distance between themselves and Grogu. 

“Grogu, what do you think this is?”

Grogu’s focus on the Anzellans was finally broken and he turned his attention to the pile of stuff at the Mandalorian’s feet. He started giggling and pointing.

“Dank Farrik!” 

Clearly the lady in question was Fennec Shand. Din could make out that the Anzellans had made two ‘costumes’ for her little joke. One was a Mandalorian sized pit droid and the other looked like a miniature version of the Mandalorian’s armor. 

“Remember that time at Peli Motto’s when you were sick and you asked me to get you your toys, blanket, and the ball? Fennec said if I kept hopping up to get you things I’d turn into a pit droid? I guess she decided to follow up on that.”

Grogu began to giggle more and Din Djarin finally put him down so he could run over and examine the costumes. With Grogu occupied, the Mandalorian walked over to Anzellans with a request of his own. After a minute or two of haggling and a promise to bring the tarp back to their shop for them, the droid smiths promptly made their escape. They obviously didn’t trust Grogu to stay interested in the two costumes.

Din was just glad that the whole zombie thing was over. He didn’t want to know what it took to deal with a real zombie or even if there were real zombies. Knowing Fennec that had just been part of the elaborate joke.

Boba’s palace, Tatooine

“Administrator Shand? You have a delivery?” Major Domo brought Fennec a large box that was ornately decorated. 

“Is there a tag on it?” Fennec asked suspiciously. It wasn’t her naming day and she didn’t celebrate the anniversary of her birth, largely because she didn’t know it.

“No, Administrator Shand, there is not.” 

The Major Domo handed her the box and stepped smartly away.

“Well, Fennec, it looks like you have a secret admirer. Go ahead. Open it.” 

Daimyo Fett was enjoying how the arrival of this package was messing with her normal impervious nature. Normally she was unflappable. But right now, she was flapping and he found that very amusing. 

“Sure, Boss. An admirer. Those are always the people who send me things unexpectedly.” She poked at the box with a knife that came out of thin air.

“Fennec Shand, afraid of a box. Never thought I would see that day.” Boba Fett chuckled. 

“In your dreams. Boss.” Fennec replied and then quickly cut through the ribbon that secured the top of the box to its base.  Then she quickly yanked the top off and waited for something to happen. 

The room was silent in anticipation. 

Then Fennec began to laugh. She was loud and the laughter didn’t fade for at least a minute.

“What under the two suns are you cackling like a Dathomirian witch about?” Boba Fett groused at his second in command.

Fennec couldn’t explain it. She just pulled up the object from the box.

Boba Fett began to laugh. He had to wipe his eyes and then he had to turn away. He couldn’t stop laughing. He’d have to spend extra time in the bacta tank that night. 

“Hey! We’re gonna be twins! Boonta Eve won’t know what hit it!” Peli Motto called out as she stepped into the throne room and saw what Fennec was holding.

“Did Mando send that to ya? He said he was cookin’ up something special. That sure is it! I’ve always wanted a sister!” Peli continued.

Then Fennec did what she did best. She disappeared and they wondered if maybe she wasn’t actually a Dathomirian witch after all!

@marcus-is-my-muse Here it is, part 3

[cleverhottubmiracle]

Ever find yourself unpacking from a vacation and realizing you wore about half of what you brought? Been there… done that… more times than I can count! I spent way too many trips lugging around extra outfits “just in case,” only to return home with a suitcase full of things I never wore. Let’s chat about how to build a capsule wardrobe for spring travel that fits in carry-on luggage and also saves you from wondering if your luggage will show up on that carousel at your destination.  COTTON FLEECE SWEATSHIRT PEACOAT size S / SIMILAR DRESS / METALLIC SNEAKERS BTW, I have an AirTag in all my bags, which helps me keep track of them and eases some anxiety if the airline needs to gate check them. Today, I’m joining my pals Cindy and Susan to share some ideas for spring travel. What Exactly is a Capsule Wardrobe? Think of it as a well-edited set of versatile clothing items that all play nicely together. The goal is to mix and match these essentials so you can create multiple outfits without hauling your entire closet on vacation. For women over 60, comfort is critical, and a capsule wardrobe helps you look and feel great. SAMPLE CAPSULE WARDROBE ITEMS LINKED HERE Here is just one way to mix and match a pair of Ponte pants for multiple looks within a capsule wardrobe for spring travel. 1. Start with a Solid Foundation Every great capsule wardrobe begins with basics. For spring travel, think of lightweight layering pieces in neutral tones. If you love color, your neutral colors could be red, blue, or whatever is abundant in your wardrobe. Travel is not fun if your clothes are uncomfortable or require constant adjustment, so focus on great fit and stretch fabrics that make travel easy. Neutral Tops: A couple of T-shirts or lightweight long-sleeve tops in white, beige, or soft gray.  Classic Pants: Black or navy trousers in a flattering cut, plus a pair of comfortable jeans. I often pack 2 pairs of jeans because I wear them so frequently. Travel-Friendly Fabrics: Look for wrinkle-resistant, breathable materials such as cotton blends, jersey knits, or performance fabrics designed to move with you. Ponte knits are a personal favorite because they have a polished appearance with the comfort of athleisure wear. These solid basics are the backbone of your travel capsule wardrobe, which sets the stage for your statement pieces and accessories that add personality and fun to your outfits. 2. Add Some Personality Add pops of color, a fun pattern, or a unique brooch to add individuality to your travel capsule wardrobe.  Sweaters and Cardigans: A lightweight cardigan in a color that makes you smile, like coral, mint, or even a bold fuchsia. They offer warmth during chilly airplane rides or cool spring evenings. Scarves and Shawls: These are basically travel miracles. They’re lightweight, easy to pack, and instantly add flair. They also allow you to switch up the same base pieces for totally different looks. Scarves also come in handy in situations when you must cover your head to enter chapels, etc. Printed Blouse: A single standout blouse or top in a fun pattern or print can be styled with all your neutral pieces. TRAVEL TOPS 3. Prioritize Comfortable Yet Stylish Shoes Shoes can make or break an otherwise perfectly planned capsule wardrobe. If your feet are miserable, you will be miserable, so focus on comfortable shoes that you can wear for long hours of sightseeing. This is not the time to try out new shoes. Pack the ones you’ve worn many times and know to be comfy. Be selective because taking more than 3-4 pairs of shoes will eat up valuable luggage space. Travel wearing your bulkiest footwear and stuff the others with soft items like underwear before packing them into your luggage. Walking Shoes: A pair of supportive sneakers or walking shoes in a neutral tone is invaluable. Sneakers are popular everywhere now, so you needn’t feel unstylish wearing yours. Taupe, black, white, or metallic works well with most outfits and prevents foot fatigue. You may also enjoy reading How to Wear Metallic Shoes. Dressy Flats: Consider a pair of stylish flats that you can dress up or down. They’re great with a skirt or dress for dinners out and offer a slightly more polished look. Optional Extras: If you’re traveling somewhere warm and sunny, pack one pair of comfortable sandals. Look for cushioned footbeds and adjustable straps. Your feet will thank you for skipping the heels or wonky footwear. 5. Smart Layering for Unpredictable Spring Weather The time of year and destination will determine what you need to pack, but spring weather can be unpredictable, so layers are your friend. You’ll want pieces you can peel off or throw on with minimal fuss.  Light Jacket: A denim jacket can be your constant companion. It’s casual, goes with dresses and pants, and adds a laid-back vibe. A blazer easily elevates jeans and a simple tee. Cardigan / Wrap: A soft cardigan or wrap is perfect for breezy evenings and overly air-conditioned museums or restaurants. Lightweight Vest: A quilted vest can keep your core warm without making you feel like a human marshmallow. TRAVEL OUTERWEAR 5. Accessories for Function and Flair Accessories can turn your travel capsule wardrobe from boring to smashing, and they don’t take up much room in your suitcase. Here are some personal favorites: Statement Jewelry: A fun necklace or a pair of earrings can do wonders for your simplest outfits. Good costume jewelry is perfect for travel because you needn’t worry about loss or theft. Crossbody Bag: Keeps your hands free and your items secure. I also like to wear my tiny belt bag, which holds my passport, to go through the airport. This keeps my hands free and important documents safe. Sunglasses / Hat: Protect yourself from the sun and look chic in the process. Hat’s make a bold statement and elevate every outfit. I often use this ingenious little hat holder, but when I don’t, here’s how I pack my hat in my carry-on. TRAVEL ACCESSORIES I have this Crossbody/Belt bag in several colors because it also transitions to a handheld for evenings out. 6. Edit, edit, edit This final step is the hardest. Here’s when you need to weed out the extraneous items that just don’t make the cut. No matter how adorable that extra shirt is, if it doesn’t mix well with your other pieces or it’s uncomfortable, leave it out. You don’t need duplicates that you’ll never wear and will weigh your suitcase down. Remember that a streamlined, versatile travel wardrobe will take the stress out of getting dressed and maneuvering through airports. Building a capsule wardrobe for spring travel is all about choosing versatile items that make you feel fantastic without dragging along half your closet. Have you got any trips planned that you’re excited about? Head over to read what Cindy at Cindy Hattersley Design and Susan at une femme d’un certain âge have to share about spring travel. You May Also Enjoy Source link

[norajworld]

Ever find yourself unpacking from a vacation and realizing you wore about half of what you brought? Been there… done that… more times than I can count! I spent way too many trips lugging around extra outfits “just in case,” only to return home with a suitcase full of things I never wore. Let’s chat about how to build a capsule wardrobe for spring travel that fits in carry-on luggage and also saves you from wondering if your luggage will show up on that carousel at your destination.  COTTON FLEECE SWEATSHIRT PEACOAT size S / SIMILAR DRESS / METALLIC SNEAKERS BTW, I have an AirTag in all my bags, which helps me keep track of them and eases some anxiety if the airline needs to gate check them. Today, I’m joining my pals Cindy and Susan to share some ideas for spring travel. What Exactly is a Capsule Wardrobe? Think of it as a well-edited set of versatile clothing items that all play nicely together. The goal is to mix and match these essentials so you can create multiple outfits without hauling your entire closet on vacation. For women over 60, comfort is critical, and a capsule wardrobe helps you look and feel great. SAMPLE CAPSULE WARDROBE ITEMS LINKED HERE Here is just one way to mix and match a pair of Ponte pants for multiple looks within a capsule wardrobe for spring travel. 1. Start with a Solid Foundation Every great capsule wardrobe begins with basics. For spring travel, think of lightweight layering pieces in neutral tones. If you love color, your neutral colors could be red, blue, or whatever is abundant in your wardrobe. Travel is not fun if your clothes are uncomfortable or require constant adjustment, so focus on great fit and stretch fabrics that make travel easy. Neutral Tops: A couple of T-shirts or lightweight long-sleeve tops in white, beige, or soft gray.  Classic Pants: Black or navy trousers in a flattering cut, plus a pair of comfortable jeans. I often pack 2 pairs of jeans because I wear them so frequently. Travel-Friendly Fabrics: Look for wrinkle-resistant, breathable materials such as cotton blends, jersey knits, or performance fabrics designed to move with you. Ponte knits are a personal favorite because they have a polished appearance with the comfort of athleisure wear. These solid basics are the backbone of your travel capsule wardrobe, which sets the stage for your statement pieces and accessories that add personality and fun to your outfits. 2. Add Some Personality Add pops of color, a fun pattern, or a unique brooch to add individuality to your travel capsule wardrobe.  Sweaters and Cardigans: A lightweight cardigan in a color that makes you smile, like coral, mint, or even a bold fuchsia. They offer warmth during chilly airplane rides or cool spring evenings. Scarves and Shawls: These are basically travel miracles. They’re lightweight, easy to pack, and instantly add flair. They also allow you to switch up the same base pieces for totally different looks. Scarves also come in handy in situations when you must cover your head to enter chapels, etc. Printed Blouse: A single standout blouse or top in a fun pattern or print can be styled with all your neutral pieces. TRAVEL TOPS 3. Prioritize Comfortable Yet Stylish Shoes Shoes can make or break an otherwise perfectly planned capsule wardrobe. If your feet are miserable, you will be miserable, so focus on comfortable shoes that you can wear for long hours of sightseeing. This is not the time to try out new shoes. Pack the ones you’ve worn many times and know to be comfy. Be selective because taking more than 3-4 pairs of shoes will eat up valuable luggage space. Travel wearing your bulkiest footwear and stuff the others with soft items like underwear before packing them into your luggage. Walking Shoes: A pair of supportive sneakers or walking shoes in a neutral tone is invaluable. Sneakers are popular everywhere now, so you needn’t feel unstylish wearing yours. Taupe, black, white, or metallic works well with most outfits and prevents foot fatigue. You may also enjoy reading How to Wear Metallic Shoes. Dressy Flats: Consider a pair of stylish flats that you can dress up or down. They’re great with a skirt or dress for dinners out and offer a slightly more polished look. Optional Extras: If you’re traveling somewhere warm and sunny, pack one pair of comfortable sandals. Look for cushioned footbeds and adjustable straps. Your feet will thank you for skipping the heels or wonky footwear. 5. Smart Layering for Unpredictable Spring Weather The time of year and destination will determine what you need to pack, but spring weather can be unpredictable, so layers are your friend. You’ll want pieces you can peel off or throw on with minimal fuss.  Light Jacket: A denim jacket can be your constant companion. It’s casual, goes with dresses and pants, and adds a laid-back vibe. A blazer easily elevates jeans and a simple tee. Cardigan / Wrap: A soft cardigan or wrap is perfect for breezy evenings and overly air-conditioned museums or restaurants. Lightweight Vest: A quilted vest can keep your core warm without making you feel like a human marshmallow. TRAVEL OUTERWEAR 5. Accessories for Function and Flair Accessories can turn your travel capsule wardrobe from boring to smashing, and they don’t take up much room in your suitcase. Here are some personal favorites: Statement Jewelry: A fun necklace or a pair of earrings can do wonders for your simplest outfits. Good costume jewelry is perfect for travel because you needn’t worry about loss or theft. Crossbody Bag: Keeps your hands free and your items secure. I also like to wear my tiny belt bag, which holds my passport, to go through the airport. This keeps my hands free and important documents safe. Sunglasses / Hat: Protect yourself from the sun and look chic in the process. Hat’s make a bold statement and elevate every outfit. I often use this ingenious little hat holder, but when I don’t, here’s how I pack my hat in my carry-on. TRAVEL ACCESSORIES I have this Crossbody/Belt bag in several colors because it also transitions to a handheld for evenings out. 6. Edit, edit, edit This final step is the hardest. Here’s when you need to weed out the extraneous items that just don’t make the cut. No matter how adorable that extra shirt is, if it doesn’t mix well with your other pieces or it’s uncomfortable, leave it out. You don’t need duplicates that you’ll never wear and will weigh your suitcase down. Remember that a streamlined, versatile travel wardrobe will take the stress out of getting dressed and maneuvering through airports. Building a capsule wardrobe for spring travel is all about choosing versatile items that make you feel fantastic without dragging along half your closet. Have you got any trips planned that you’re excited about? Head over to read what Cindy at Cindy Hattersley Design and Susan at une femme d’un certain âge have to share about spring travel. You May Also Enjoy Source link

[chilimili212]

Ever find yourself unpacking from a vacation and realizing you wore about half of what you brought? Been there… done that… more times than I can count! I spent way too many trips lugging around extra outfits “just in case,” only to return home with a suitcase full of things I never wore. Let’s chat about how to build a capsule wardrobe for spring travel that fits in carry-on luggage and also saves you from wondering if your luggage will show up on that carousel at your destination.  COTTON FLEECE SWEATSHIRT PEACOAT size S / SIMILAR DRESS / METALLIC SNEAKERS BTW, I have an AirTag in all my bags, which helps me keep track of them and eases some anxiety if the airline needs to gate check them. Today, I’m joining my pals Cindy and Susan to share some ideas for spring travel. What Exactly is a Capsule Wardrobe? Think of it as a well-edited set of versatile clothing items that all play nicely together. The goal is to mix and match these essentials so you can create multiple outfits without hauling your entire closet on vacation. For women over 60, comfort is critical, and a capsule wardrobe helps you look and feel great. SAMPLE CAPSULE WARDROBE ITEMS LINKED HERE Here is just one way to mix and match a pair of Ponte pants for multiple looks within a capsule wardrobe for spring travel. 1. Start with a Solid Foundation Every great capsule wardrobe begins with basics. For spring travel, think of lightweight layering pieces in neutral tones. If you love color, your neutral colors could be red, blue, or whatever is abundant in your wardrobe. Travel is not fun if your clothes are uncomfortable or require constant adjustment, so focus on great fit and stretch fabrics that make travel easy. Neutral Tops: A couple of T-shirts or lightweight long-sleeve tops in white, beige, or soft gray.  Classic Pants: Black or navy trousers in a flattering cut, plus a pair of comfortable jeans. I often pack 2 pairs of jeans because I wear them so frequently. Travel-Friendly Fabrics: Look for wrinkle-resistant, breathable materials such as cotton blends, jersey knits, or performance fabrics designed to move with you. Ponte knits are a personal favorite because they have a polished appearance with the comfort of athleisure wear. These solid basics are the backbone of your travel capsule wardrobe, which sets the stage for your statement pieces and accessories that add personality and fun to your outfits. 2. Add Some Personality Add pops of color, a fun pattern, or a unique brooch to add individuality to your travel capsule wardrobe.  Sweaters and Cardigans: A lightweight cardigan in a color that makes you smile, like coral, mint, or even a bold fuchsia. They offer warmth during chilly airplane rides or cool spring evenings. Scarves and Shawls: These are basically travel miracles. They’re lightweight, easy to pack, and instantly add flair. They also allow you to switch up the same base pieces for totally different looks. Scarves also come in handy in situations when you must cover your head to enter chapels, etc. Printed Blouse: A single standout blouse or top in a fun pattern or print can be styled with all your neutral pieces. TRAVEL TOPS 3. Prioritize Comfortable Yet Stylish Shoes Shoes can make or break an otherwise perfectly planned capsule wardrobe. If your feet are miserable, you will be miserable, so focus on comfortable shoes that you can wear for long hours of sightseeing. This is not the time to try out new shoes. Pack the ones you’ve worn many times and know to be comfy. Be selective because taking more than 3-4 pairs of shoes will eat up valuable luggage space. Travel wearing your bulkiest footwear and stuff the others with soft items like underwear before packing them into your luggage. Walking Shoes: A pair of supportive sneakers or walking shoes in a neutral tone is invaluable. Sneakers are popular everywhere now, so you needn’t feel unstylish wearing yours. Taupe, black, white, or metallic works well with most outfits and prevents foot fatigue. You may also enjoy reading How to Wear Metallic Shoes. Dressy Flats: Consider a pair of stylish flats that you can dress up or down. They’re great with a skirt or dress for dinners out and offer a slightly more polished look. Optional Extras: If you’re traveling somewhere warm and sunny, pack one pair of comfortable sandals. Look for cushioned footbeds and adjustable straps. Your feet will thank you for skipping the heels or wonky footwear. 5. Smart Layering for Unpredictable Spring Weather The time of year and destination will determine what you need to pack, but spring weather can be unpredictable, so layers are your friend. You’ll want pieces you can peel off or throw on with minimal fuss.  Light Jacket: A denim jacket can be your constant companion. It’s casual, goes with dresses and pants, and adds a laid-back vibe. A blazer easily elevates jeans and a simple tee. Cardigan / Wrap: A soft cardigan or wrap is perfect for breezy evenings and overly air-conditioned museums or restaurants. Lightweight Vest: A quilted vest can keep your core warm without making you feel like a human marshmallow. TRAVEL OUTERWEAR 5. Accessories for Function and Flair Accessories can turn your travel capsule wardrobe from boring to smashing, and they don’t take up much room in your suitcase. Here are some personal favorites: Statement Jewelry: A fun necklace or a pair of earrings can do wonders for your simplest outfits. Good costume jewelry is perfect for travel because you needn’t worry about loss or theft. Crossbody Bag: Keeps your hands free and your items secure. I also like to wear my tiny belt bag, which holds my passport, to go through the airport. This keeps my hands free and important documents safe. Sunglasses / Hat: Protect yourself from the sun and look chic in the process. Hat’s make a bold statement and elevate every outfit. I often use this ingenious little hat holder, but when I don’t, here’s how I pack my hat in my carry-on. TRAVEL ACCESSORIES I have this Crossbody/Belt bag in several colors because it also transitions to a handheld for evenings out. 6. Edit, edit, edit This final step is the hardest. Here’s when you need to weed out the extraneous items that just don’t make the cut. No matter how adorable that extra shirt is, if it doesn’t mix well with your other pieces or it’s uncomfortable, leave it out. You don’t need duplicates that you’ll never wear and will weigh your suitcase down. Remember that a streamlined, versatile travel wardrobe will take the stress out of getting dressed and maneuvering through airports. Building a capsule wardrobe for spring travel is all about choosing versatile items that make you feel fantastic without dragging along half your closet. Have you got any trips planned that you’re excited about? Head over to read what Cindy at Cindy Hattersley Design and Susan at une femme d’un certain âge have to share about spring travel. You May Also Enjoy Source link

[conflictedkismet]

NO ONE FUCKING TOUCH ME, I'M RABID

[sam-loves-seb]

steddie christmas party au

the thing is--there's an office holiday party coming up.

steve, who works as a guidance counselor at hawkins middle, knows that every year the staff throws a holiday party. he wasn't here for the one last year, off visiting nancy and robin in boston for the holidays, but everyone says it's always a good time and the teachers have all been hounding him to go.

the thing is--he wouldn't even mind going alone. he actually likes some of his co-workers, and he has enough natural charm to survive one night of bad food and christmas music and punch that's just a little too strong to have more than two glasses without getting wasted. he knows that he could go alone and everything would be fine.

but he doesn't really want to.

"plus one?" the school secretary says with raised brows as he hands in his rsvp card. "i didn't know you were seeing anybody."

steve just shrugs as he turns to head back to his office. it's not like people haven't tried to pry into his love life before--some of the female teachers make their availability blaringly obvious to him every time he answers the question "do you have a girlfriend" with "no"--they just haven't gone about it in the right way.

it's not like he's hiding his relationship, people just assume, and they assume incorrectly. that's not his fault.

"the staff christmas party?" eddie asks that night as they're getting ready for bed. "you seriously want to go to that?"

"you don't have to come," steve tells him around a mouthful of toothpaste, then spits. "i just thought it might be nice for you to meet some of my co-workers, and for some of them to meet you. but if you don't want to come with me, that's okay, really."

"babe, if you want me there, i'm there," eddie tells him as he ditches his jeans for flannel pajamas. "just don't be surprised when i get tipsy off the punch and make a fool out of you on the dance floor."

and so, they went to the party with steve dressed in his usual khakis with this favorite ugly christmas sweater worn over a casual dress shirt, and eddie in his usual black on black, though he switched the band t-shirt for a button-up. he added a red tie last minute to try and be more festive for the party, even though steve kept telling him he could wear whatever he wanted.

they walk into the gym hand in hand, and more than a few people stop talking to turn and stare.

but eddie's not paying attention because he's looking at the tinsel hung up on the walls and wondering how they got it that high up, and steve ignores all the surprised faces looking at him until he spots his group of friends tucked together in the corner, some with their spouses, some without.

he drags eddie over to them and introduces him as his boyfriend--saying it loud enough for every goddamn eavesdropper to hear it clearly--and eddie shakes hands and smiles as steve's friends greet him without missing a beat.

they eat and they drink and they dance, and most of the party gets over their initial shock pretty quickly after seeing how happy steve is with eddie around. the rest of the night goes by quickly, and someone even snaps a picture of steve kissing eddie under the mistletoe hanging over the gym door.

by the time the students come back from break in the new year the rumors about mr. harrington sexuality are basically non-existent--thank you short attention spans--and most of the teachers have stopped asking him if he has a girlfriend. steve feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, one he didn't even realize he was carrying. it's freeing, having everyone--everyone who matters--know about about eddie.

and when the staff christmas party rolls around again next year, steve has twice as much fun dragging eddie under the mistletoe with a ring on his finger and a date picked out for the spring.

[interneteclipse]

"pink is nice"

pairing: Valeria Garza x fem reader

synopsis: some domestic fluff backstory on Valeria's pink nails.

word count: 1.3k

tags: domestic bliss, fluff, silly wlw brainrot

A/N: Have you ever noticed Valeria has pink nails?? I have so many headcanons about her because she's just my little silly goose. Yes, she's 100% an artist and yes she has awful seasonal depression. I also think the y/n I've made for her is a beautician who does her hair and nails. Hashtag Valeria apologist lifestyle.

"Sorry that I don't have any more colors! I thought shades of pink, yellow, green, and blue would be cute for spring." You said while Valeria looked at your relatively empty nail polish organizer. "You could go with your usual picks too."

Her brows furrowed, eyes squinted, and she stood with arms crossed, deep in thought. Never have you seen someone so decisive with nail polish– it's cute, though! The people around Valeria could never see her in such a normal state– thank god you were able to witness this. You spaced out and stared at the organizer until she snapped you out of your trance.

"Pink is nice. I think I'll go with that." She kissed your cheek and handed you the nail polish, base coat, and top coat bottles. You fixed the throw pillows on your shared bed for extra cushion, one for you and one for her. She sat beside you in her spot, putting the polish next to you and handing you a nail file.

"You think you can shape them down? I think they're a little overgrown for work." She laughed while pushing her stray hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"In your terms, they are. I hate filing them down, though... you have such pretty nail beds."

"I wouldn't be able to do my job properly with anything longer, but thank you for the compliment, amor. Sweet as always."

You jokingly groan at her response, continuing to file down her right hand. You both sat in a comfortable quietness, the occasional dog barking or car driving by being the only interruptions. Valeria darted her eyes around the room before circling her sight back to you, the floor, then to her hands. By now, you were working on her base coat. Her focus returned to you when you broke the silence.

"When we first met, I saw you as a purple gal. It's a very royal color historically– it fits you." You said, observing the bottle of hot pink nail polish beside you.

"Really?"

"Mhm. You usually don't pick bright colors, so it surprised me when you chose this. What's the switch up today?" Valeria bit the inside of her lip and looked to the side, trying to come up with an answer. If she had to be honest, it was just a pretty color– one of her favorites, too. She does understand where you're coming from, though. Her nails usually match her everyday closet, which are neutrals and some hints of blue from her jeans, so she opts for either black or shades of nude. They're colors that don't stand out too much but still make her feel pretty wearing them.

"I felt a little special. Spring is here, so it feels less dead, unlike winter. Plus, our anniversary is coming up! I'm in a good mood," She used her free hand to pet your head, not wanting to mess you up by shifting to kiss you. "I think a bright color fits how I feel right now."

 You smiled at her genuine happiness. It was rare for Valeria to come home without stress, walking in carrying her anger from a mistake her employees made or a mistake she made herself. Whenever that happens to be the case (which again, is frequent), she isolates herself immediately. Despite her line of work taking a fair amount of collaboration, she works by herself most of the time. That left a lot of speculation about what 'El Sin Nombre' was truly like, and not who Valeria Garza was under her work mindset. It amazes you that you were able to get to know her with how distant she was with the people around her. You're surprised she even wanted to date you– let alone marry you.

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy, love. Speaking of our anniversary, what do you wanna do?"

"Well... I think we could both benefit from going outside. How does dinner sound? We can still cook breakfast and lunch ourselves. I know you like spending our mornings together." She giggles.

"You know me so well." You laughed, finishing the base coat, and started with the main event; the hot pink nail polish chosen by your wife.

"It really is a nice color. It makes me forget the seasonal depression we both got out of." She said, examining the sheer first layer. She was right about the seasonal depression. You both get tired during December, then exhausted trying to start the new year correctly in January and February. It starts getting better in early March when you're finally caught up with life, and the pace quickens to prepare for spring.

"Now you have me wanting to use pink too. I might go with a lighter shade so we can still match."

After about three coats, you were finishing off Valeria's nails with a glossy top coat. She looked at her other hand which was drying to admire your work.

"Good job as always, amor! When can I not trust you with my nails? Thank you."

"It's nothing! Plus, it's been a while since you've taken some time for yourself." Valeria clicked her tongue and sighed, knowing what you were referring to.

"I know, I know. I missed being home, too." The only con to being married to her; she's rarely able to be home, especially nowadays with her bigger plans. As much as you appreciate the precious texts and phone calls while she's hours away from home, dealing with something work-related, it's hard to cope with life going on without her home. Your co-workers always see you mope around whenever Valeria is long-distance, and she's more serious than usual while operating away from home. You completed each other so perfectly– it was like tearing the sun and moon apart when you weren't together.

Every conversation you and Valeria had brought you closer; it was the reason you both took interest in each other from the start. One of the more hidden interests she had was art. She isn't into doing her own art– at least not often, but she could talk about how it impacts her for hours. You remember you were on a walk with her while admiring the street art of Las Almas after coming home.

"What made you start liking street art so much? You talk about it so passionately."

"Las Almas wouldn't be itself without the street art. I think it shows the community and the will of the people. I like it for that."

"Do you have a favorite piece?"

"Hmm... I don't think I could pick one if I tried. You're always my favorite work of art, though."

It makes you glad that she sometimes treats her trips as art tours, sending you murals in a new town she arrived in. Sometimes you think in another reality, Valeria pursued art and wouldn't be as stressed and overworked as she is now. But as long as she's happy with her life, all is fine. 

"Alright, they're dry- ah!" You got pulled into a hug while Valeria laid back on the bed, bringing you down with her. She peppered your face with kisses before deeply kissing your lips and burying her face in your neck.

"Thank you again. I love you." She said, sighing into you. You were on your sides facing each other while her arms were on your waist.

"I love you too. You're welcome, by the way." You giggled, wrapping your arms around her, enjoying her loving embrace. You stayed just like that for a minute, savoring the warmth before Valeria spoke again.

"Do you want to get snacks and watch a movie together? I call it an early anniversary celebration." She said while getting up on her elbows and giving you a wink. "I may have been able to work a little extra last month to be around you more."

"Of course, I want to." She got off your shared bed, helping you up to go pick movie snacks with her.

"Alright, let's go. This week will be just for us, I promise."

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Daunting Doctor’s Visit

Summary: going to the doctor’s had never really been a fun idea to you, it wasn’t a good time. luckily Bucky’s happy to be your plus one when you have your yearly physical packed with everything you’ve been putting off for a while. 

Words: 3,112

Warnings: takes place a doctor’s office, mentions of blood work, pap smear, medications, birth control, other medical issue, inaccurate descriptions of medical procedures, inaccurate medical advice. 

Your foot wouldn’t stop tapping, the rest of your body was still but your foot was moving fast. You had your bag over your arm and your jacket on, ready at the door and anxiously waiting. With the way your arms were crossed you could see your watch, counting the seconds until the following minute, doing the math to know how fast you needed to get there. 

“Sorry,” Bucky ran down the stairs, the entire old house creaked, “sorry, the fucking call went longer than expected, I really-” “Tell me in the car please,” you pointed at the shoes you had laid out for him to literally slip into, “we really have to go.” 

“I got you,” Bucky had his shoes on in no time, opening the door for you and linking his arm with yours, “we’re not going to be late, it’s alright.” 

The doctor's office wasn’t exactly paradise on Earth, there had never been a moment at the office where you were scarred to the extent that you swore never to come back; it just made you extremely uncomfortable. You were going for a yearly physical and also a pap smear, blood work, and a talk about your medications. Normally you’d wait until everything pilled up so you could make one trip and forget about it for the rest of the year. 

Bucky drove with one hand on the wheel and the other holding your hand on the center console, you had told Bucky early in your relationship about being on birth control and other meds to help with your mental health, and the moment you realized he was the one was when he started to pay and pick up your birth control for you. Never complained about it once and even made sure you took it, the same with the other meds. 

“We’re not going to be late,” he said at the red light, “nothing to worry about.” he looked over to see your head down, trying to focus on your breathing, “good deep breathes, babe, really good,” the hand that was holding yours was brought to his lips. 

“Can you hold my hand during the pap smear?” you whispered. 

“I can hold your hand the entire time if you want,” he squeezed your hand, “I don’t care if I’m sitting on the examination table with you or awkwardly reaching across the room, alright?” you nodded and the light turned green, Bucky kissed your hand again and drove forward. 

There had been times when you’d talk to your mom about being tired too often and she’d randomly spring it on the doctor, they’d ask to take blood and you couldn’t exactly say no even though you were not prepared for it in the slightest. When you were first put on birth control was not for sex at all, your dad was still livid at the idea of a high schooler taking a pill like that. 

You could feel the judgement of the other people in the room, everyone was looking at one another as they tried to figure out what was wrong with someone. There would be times when old people or children would openly stare at you, with no shame at all when you sat there on your own. Nothing was wrong with you, you either wanted to switch medication or needed to get a vaccine but it felt like people had other ideas about you. 

“What if they think we’re pregnant?” you asked as you sat in the parking lot, not ready to get out of the car yet. 

“So what?” Bucky faced you, having already unbuckled you and himself. 

“They’ll think I’m a slut for having a kid so early,” your hands rubbed together, “they’ll think we’re trying to get rid of it.” 

“Babe,” Bucky leaned forward and made you look at him, “you’ll never see these people again, I promise you that. And if you do?” a smile graced his lips, “they won’t recognize you, they’re not going to point you out at the grocery store at the girl who went to the doctors that one day in the summer, alright?” his hand cupped your cheek, “I know it’s scary, but I believe no one will pay any mind to you, I won’t let go of your hand,” his lips pressed against your temple, “I promise.” 

“Okay,” you whispered, “let’s go.” 

You sat in the waiting room after checking in, you had Bucky’s hand in your lap to trace and fiddle with. You’d clean out the small bits of dirt from under his nails, or gently run the pad of your thumb over his nail bed. Your eyes were heavily focused on his hand, the veins and his knuckles, there were so many things to trace and count you simply didn’t have the time. 

“Babe,” Bucky whispered, “they called you.” 

You stood and so did Bucky, following you to the back and into one of many rooms. The doctor quickly joined you, shaking Bucky’s hand. “I’m Dr. Reaya, a pleasure to meet you.” 

“You too,” Bucky smiled and sat with you on the table. 

“Okay, so,” she flipped through the pages, “how about we get the pap over and done with, how does that sound?” 

“Good,” you nodded and immediately picked up Bucky’s hand. 

“Are you nervous?” 

You didn’t respond, shutting your eyes tightly to prevent any tears from slipping through. Bucky never talked over you or for you, he was good about letting you have your voice. But he knew when to pipe in, “she’s nervous about everything.” 

“It’ll hurt more if you’re nervous,” she pulled the straps down for your feet, “if you could take your bottoms off and lay back on the table, placing your feet in the stirrups that would be appreciated.” she left after that, giving you both a moment. 

“Here,” he held out his hand after you took your bottoms off, he placed them on the chair he had brought up to the table before sitting on them. “You’re alright,” he whispered and helped you to get under the sheet. 

“May I come back in?” the Doctor asked, and Bucky answered for you. 

“Can I hold your hand?” you whispered as the Doctor and another nurse walked in, they were preparing for the examination and didn’t hear you. 

Bucky didn’t verbally answer, all he did was take your hand into his and brought it close to his chest. He was watching you tentatively, but he hid it well. 

“Alright,” the nurse began, talking you through everything, “you’re going to feel a slight cramp…” her voice trailed off, “please try not to stiffen,” her voice sounded as though her brows were pulled together and her tongue poked out of her lips. 

“Hey, look at me,” Bucky hushed, “remember how we first met?” he smiled, “at the party?”

“Yeah,” you grunted out. 

“Can you tell me?” 

Natasha had left you to hook up with a guy, you were proud of her. After that horrendous dumping by her Ex, you knew Steve would treat her right, maybe for more than a night. The only issue was that you were left alone at a party you weren’t invited to, these were Natasha’s friends and it was obvious. It was like you were invisible in the backyard where smoke and laughter filled the air. 

You stood off to the side with a classic red cup in your hand, slowly sipping it and looking around for someone to talk to, anyone really. These people were frat boys who didn’t make the cut, people who brought the high school to university to make sure they kept living their glory days for as long as possible. The girls acted like in every movie out there, the cheerleader who ran the squad, all yelling over one another to get someone’s attention. It was weird to see them all be so passive, preaching about feminism while pulling up old ugly photos of people they barely knew. Natasha wasn’t like that but somehow accepted it. 

“Are you dissecting them with your eyes?” two guys approached you, “I don’t think it’s any fun to stand and watch the party, there are guys trying to convince everyone to jump in their pool.” 

“I’m guessing you two want to hide from the awkward no?” you laughed as you took a sip of whatever was in your drink. 

“Precisely,” the other one spoke, he was handsome and quiet. Long brown hair sat perfectly in his face, enough to cover his features but not enough to have him shake his mane out so he could see better. 

“I’m Sam, this is James.” 

“Nice to meet you,” you reached out and shook their hands, “I’m waiting for my friend.” 

“Who?” Sam asked, shifting his weight and getting more comfortable in the conversation, it seemed he actually wanted to stay and talk. 

“Natasha,” the moment you said her name the two boy’s faces lit up, they looked at each other with the widest smiles; only to be described as boy smiles. 

Sam reached out and grabbed your shoulder, but only James noticed your slight flinch. “Is she with Steve?” 

“Yeah-”

“Yes!” Sam yelled, also causing you to flinch back. “He’s been going after your friend forever, changing how he walks to classes, stalking her Instagram, this entire party he’s been hyping himself up to talk to her.” 

You felt comfortable, “it was probably Natasha who made the first move.” 

“I also agree,” James laughed, “she seemed headstrong and my boy was-and still is-shit whipped for her,” they both started laughing. 

“I’m y/n by the way,” you smiled. 

James’ lips slightly parted, “sorry, completely forgot to ask, we’re so caught up in our friend's sex life recently it’s been getting in the way,” James quickly shot one eyebrow up, his hand was going to your shoulder to either playfully punching it or squeeze it to apologize but he caught himself, awkwardly moving the hair out of his eyes. 

“Nice to meet you,” Sam said after looking over his shoulder, “I’ll see you around, y/n.” 

“Likewise,” you smiled and waved, James didn’t leave. You just stared at him before sipping your drink, breaking and fixing your eye contact rapidly. “Sorry,” you whispered. 

“What are you sorry about?” James smiled, he wasn’t holding a drink so his hands found the pockets of his jeans. 

You were known for apologizing for no reason, “I-sorry-I do that sometimes, nothing is worth apologizing over but it fills the awkward silence.” 

“I see,” James smiled and looked around, “look, I wanted to come over because you looked very scared, I’ve been sober all night, do you want me to drive you home?” he pained through a smile, “and I know it’s not ideal to have a man who you don’t know, have no proof that he’s sober, and has only talked to you about your friend’s sex lives-” you both laughed a little more, “-I know it’s not your first choice, I can even pay for an Uber if you want.” 

“I don’t know,” you looked down into your cup. 

“I don’t want to like…kick you out, that’s the last thing I want,” he stepped closer, “but I also know exactly how you feel in the sense that you don’t really know anyone and you’re standing off in the corner, it’s boring and lonesome and maybe you don’t like me and just want to go home, who knows,” he shrugged, “you seem like a girl with too much on her mind, I want to help ease that.” 

“Why are you so good at that?” You whispered into your cup, fighting back the stupid childish tears that were forming. Why was crying so easy when alcohol was in your system? 

“Did I-” James cut himself off, “I live here, do you want to go to my room for some quiet?” he noticed your tears, “shit, I am so sorry, y/n,” he hovered his hand over your shoulders, after a gentle nod he placed them down, “come to my room, I’ll let you have some peace and quiet.” 

You kept your head down as you walked, no one paid any mind. It was too late that night for people to be alert or even care about a stranger, no one knew you were crying. James walked behind you with his hand on your shoulder, it just so happened you walked inside first. After climbing the stairs you looked over your shoulder and James walked ahead of you, taking you to his small room. 

“Here, I’ll run downstairs and grab some water for you,” he smiled and quickly left. 

Even in your jeans, your party top, your makeup, in everything…the moment you laid back in bed you fell asleep right away. 

“There we go, all done,” the nurse said. 

“That’s it?” you gasped, “it’s done?” 

“The hard part is done, I’ll step outside and you can put your bottoms back on and then we can talk about the other stuff,” the nurse smiled as she followed the doctor outside of the room. 

“Way to go,” Bucky leaned over and kissed you, it was like he was breathing a deep breath into your lungs, “god, I’m fucking proud of you,” he kissed your forehead next, “we’re definitely stopping for a coffee on the way home, especially if they take your blood but also for a little reward, alright?” 

“Thank you,” you breathed out as you slipped on your shorts, “I love you,” the words were so casual between the two of you but in moments like these the weight of them changed. 

“Love you too, baby,” Bucky kissed you again, you loved it when he didn’t ask and would just go for it, making it seem like he couldn’t hold back long enough. 

The rest of the doctor's appointment was somewhat smooth sailing, they took blood and you saw the way Bucky’s brows were continuously pinched together, his eyes scanned your face probably because it lost a little bit of colour. You got one vaccine which was in and out, the last thing on your agenda was your medications. 

“I feel really foggy when I take them if that makes sense,” you fiddled with your fingers as you spoke, “like some film over the way I see the world and I miss the way it was, all of my memories are happier once I compare them to the mental state I’m in,” your eyes flicked to Bucky who looked slightly upset, “and I don’t mean that I’m unhappy now, well-...” you sighed and rubbed your forehead, “I have everything I’ve ever wanted right now, a wonderful boyfriend, a well-paying job, friendships, no stress about money - I’m in the sweet spot right now, which makes me wonder why I’m not feeling ten out of ten right now if that makes sense…” you trialed off with a shrug. 

“There are two ways we could approach this,” your Doctor looked at your chart, “you can either switch companies, every pharmaceutical company has a medication for you, you just might not have the right one.” you looked at Bucky and nodded, “or you can take a break with meds right now for about six months and then you can come back and we can re-access.” 

“I think I’ll take a break,” you nodded. 

“Wonderful,” your Doctor smiled and wrote something down. 

With nothing else left to talk about you left, feeling lighter and more confident in yourself. Bucky kept his word and bought you a coffee on the way home, even getting a cookie for you two to split. He was his normal self the entire way home, Bucky wasn’t the type of guy to need to talk all the time, he was quite alright with silence between two people. 

Once you were home you sprawled out on the bed, “my fucking arm,” you sighed, “that vaccine takes so much out of you.” 

“I have a question,” Bucky disregarded what you said and laid down beside you, also laying on his stomach and looking right at you, “when you were talking about your happiness I-”

“Bucky, don’t,” you reached out and touched his lips, “I’m happy with you and I love you and it’s my own brain that puts a black-and-white filter over things sometimes, it’s not you, I’m fully happy with you.” 

“Okay,” he said quietly, “just tell me if there’s anything I can do.” 

“Anything you can do?” you repeated as you rolled over on top of him, straddling his abs, “you drove me to an appointment I could have driven to myself, you held my hand during my pap smear, you bought me a coffee, and you make me so happy everyday-I don’t think there’s anything else you can do, you’re the perfect guy!” you laughed and leaned forward, hugging him tightly. 

“Alright,” he blushed and tried to hide his face, “you make me happy too,” he muttered, “really fucking happy, like, my heart beats a little faster every time I see you.” 

“Shut up,” you giggled, trying to roll off of him. 

Bucky grabbed you tightly and rolled with you, finding space between your legs so he could be as close as possible. Out of nowhere, he began to tickle you, he admitted once he did it to get your real laugh out. You had a fake one because you thought your real laugh was loud and ugly, not wanting to startle people. But when he found that spot on your waist you threw your head back with a cackle, trying to get him to stop. 

“I’m gonna pee!” you screamed, he was switching between your neck, waist, and armpits. You attempted to fight back by tickling him but that let him sneak under your arms. 

“Let me hear that laugh!” he yelled over your pleads for him to stop, once you let it out and began to really laugh he somewhat slowly down but didn’t entirely stop. His hands were fast as he moved from every place on your body, half of the spots weren’t ticklish but you were in the laughing mood-

“Ow, my fucking sore arm!” 

“...sorry…”

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I saw you where seeking requests from people, so here I am >:D

I can't get this one prompt out of my head. I need someone to make something of it for me. Obviously a Doc Ock x Mute! Hero! reader, I don't care for gender. I am very iffy with Goblin, he's all scrungly and crusty unlike dear Otto, so no norman. Plus I just had to request for the octopus man with the pretty eyes.

prompt in question is below 🔽

“You can’t just keep using the *I don’t like talking* excuse, hero. I know I told you I enjoy a good monologue every now and then, but… You aren’t actually mute, right? Because… I mean, if you are, I can learn sign language to make this work…”

I don't think I'm forgetting anything, let me know if I forgot to add something to my request, thanks in advance!

hi sorry this took so long I had a virus on my computer so i couldn't write for a few days. anyways i hope this is what you wanted!!

warnings: none

word count: 876

It was an uneventful night for you being one of New York’s many heroes- or vigilantes as Jonah Jameson liked to call you all.

You had switched on the tv and flipped through channels until you stopped on a movie you liked.

A bowl of popcorn settled in your lap as you cuddled against a blanket, a small smile forming on your lips at all the comfort you were feeling all at once.

It was nice for once not having to save the day and come back with aching bruises and deep cuts that took weeks to heal.

Suddenly, the channel was interrupted by breaking news.

“Breaking News, Doc Ock has been seen leaving the bank with large bags of money in his hands,” a newman came on screen, with worry present on his face.

Despite the horrible situation, you felt your heart speed up.

As “evil” as Doc Ock was, you enjoyed the battles that you had with him. And you think that the feeling was mutual because he would always have a genuine smile on his face when he saw you.

“The police tried to thwart his robbery but were all taken down by the tentacles of this menacing man! Where are you, heroes? We need your help desperately,”

The news cut off and the movie you were initially watching appeared again.

There was a heated battle scene going on where the protagonist was kicking ass.

Really right at the good part? You thought.

You weren’t complaining though, you got to see Octavius.

Once you finally located where he was, you suited up into your gear and got all of your necessary weapons. You never really hurt him too hard, just enough to get back whatever he was stealing.

Right when you arrived at the battle scene, you immediately noticed chaos.

Wherever Otto Octavius walked, chaos ensued.

People were fleeing all around and screams were heard.

Lovely you thought with a thin-lipped smile as you glanced around for any sign of Octavius.

Suddenly you felt something grab onto your shoulder and then spun you around.

“Hello dear,” the voice of Otto filled your ears.

His tentacles held him upward towards the twinkling night sky.

You got into a fighting position but before made a grabbing motion to the bags of money he had in two of his tentacles.

A deep laugh came from him.

“Really, you want this to be an easy fight? That’s not going to happen,” he tilted his green lenses down so that you could meet his flirty gaze.

You shrugged your shoulders and then used your powers to spring you up so that you were level with him.

You always won these sorts of things with villains since your powers could end them all if you wanted.

You tried to grab one of the bags clutched in the tentacles but was interrupted by another one of them grabbing you gently and flinging you out of the way.

Otto started the other way, a smug grin on his face.

You saw him look back almost as if he was waiting for you to fight back which was exactly what you were about to do.

You flew at him with high speed and flung your arms around one of the tentacles and forced it open, making the bags of money drop onto the street.

From below you, you heard a loud screech from an old woman.

“Well that’s not very friendly of you,” Otto huffed as he pushed you away once again, this time a touch harder.

You stopped your movie just for this. To get pushed.

Now slightly vexed, you got into his face and put on a taunting smirk and waved mockingly making his mouth turn into an o shape before his tentacles tried to take you down.

“You know over this wonderful relationship you haven’t said a single thing, hero. You can’t keep using the ‘I don’t want to talk’ excuse since there is plenty to talk about such as how you always seem to get the best of me in battle,” he breathed as his tentacles continued to try and push you away.

You were quick with your movements however and swerved away from every single one of the tentacles.

“I know I told you I like a good monologue every now and then but…wait,” a sudden realization flowed through his head as for a split second his tentacles stopped attacking.

His chocolate eyes looked at you whilst you listened to him and tried to get the bags of money from his other tentacle.

“You aren’t actually mute, right? Because I mean if you are then I can learn sign language to make this work,” he said looking to you for a reaction.

You smiled at the villain and nodded eagerly.

That would make this relationship so much easier…and fun.

“Yes that you’re mute and I should learn sign language?” he questioned.

At that very moment, you stopped the tentacle with the rest of the money and forced it open.

You gave him a quick nod before leaping down back on the deserted streets.

You gave him a sweet wave before you started in the opposite direction, the bags of money in your hands.

“Until next time, dear,”