#can you bring your own nail polish to a manicure

[marvel-ous-m]

After Starcourt, Steve and Robin began a new tradition- 'spa nights'. Robin would make them homemade face masks (“peaches and yogurt? On my face? That’s disgusting Robin.” “Shut up and put it on, dingus.”). They would put in a shitty tape from Family Video and Steve would paint their nails. (“How do you even know how to do this Steve?” “I’m a babysitter, Rob, it’s in the job description.”)

The school year started and Robin got a lot more busy- what with it being her senior year and all- but they still made time for spa nights. They were less frequent (maybe once a month instead of every other week), but they happened.

Vecna came, they killed the bastard, and they all lived- somehow, miraculously, certainly not unscathed, but they’re all alive. They beat him. A few months later, after the almost-end-of-the-world, Robin brought up their spa nights. (“Come on, Steve, it’s been months. My brain needs a vacation, my face needs a vacation, my nails need a vacation.”) Steve agreed, acting reluctant (but was secretly really excited to get back to one-on-one time with his best friend).

Except the kids find out, namely El and Max, and they beg Steve and Robin to join them. The two acquiesce, and then Eddie hears about it and joins the party, too. Uninvited. (But nowadays he doesn’t need an invitation. He shows up, bright personality and even brighter smile, and brings a constant, welcome addition to the party. Along with some… feelings that Steve can’t even start to try and acknowledge.)

The spa night comes and everyone crowds into Steve’s living room. Robin has put together a new face mask recipe (“ugh, what is in this?!” “Just shut your mouth and put it on, Red.”), Eddie brings his braiding skills, and Steve provides the nail polish.

Only now, his hands shake.

It’s something he’s noticed by now. The nerve damage from fighting the bats and Vecna, the 24/7 anxiety, the brain damage, something that they faced over spring break has left him with a tremor that he can’t quite get rid of. Sometimes it’s small, sometimes it’s more noticeable, and tonight… well, it’s not great.

Robin wiggles her fingers at Steve, ready for their tradition of him painting her nails, and Steve hesitates. It’s a small thing, but his shoulders tense. He hasn’t mentioned the shaking to anyone yet, and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to get the crisp, clean paint that he used to. The tremor would make itself obvious, and he just can’t face picking up the nail polish bottle. It’s a sign of the new weakness, one that he can’t admit to others, can barely admit to himself… he can’t face being seen as weak. As flawed. As-

“Hey! Are we painting nails?! Here, lemme have a go. I haven’t done it on anyone else before, always just painted my own.” Eddie interrupts Steve's train of thought in his easy way and grabs the nail polish from just below Steve’s hand. He plops down between Steve and Robin, admiring the color the later had chosen. “Robin’s Egg Blue, very fitting, Birdie.” Eddie winks at her and starts painting, accomplishing a more polished finish than Steve was ever able to get before Spring Break.

And Steve just watches. Quiet, his hands on his knees. He watches as Eddie paints Robin’s fingernails blue, then Max’s a bright red. Eddie paints Eleven’s a deep purple shade, then gives himself a fingernail in each polish that Steve has to create a rainbow of clashing colors. Afterwards, once the paint has dried, the girls all wash their face masks off and curl up to watch the shitty movie Robin had picked.

Eddie turns to Steve then, a bright yellow shade in his hands. “Want a turn, sunshine?” Eddie must’ve seen the look on Steve’s face, the flash of pain, because his voice turns to a whisper before Steve can answer. “I can help you keep your hands steady, Stevie. Don’t worry about that. Just relax and lemme treat you to a manicure.”

Steve startles at that. He thought he'd been better at hiding it. “How did you know?“

“How wouldn’t I know, Steve?” Eddie grabs Steve’s hand, a gentle but firm grip holding his fingers straight and steady. “I paid attention. I noticed. We all came away from that fight with a different scar, and we all need some extra help with different things now.” Eddie speaks as he paints, carefully brushing away any mess with the corner of his thumb. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, but I get it if you can’t tell anyone just yet. I’ll be here to help, though. Just like this. If you want it.”

Steve’s quiet still, but now in an effort to keep his emotions at bay. He’s never had anyone do… anything like this for him before. Eddie moves on to paint his other hand, and they sit in silence while the sound of the shitty rom-com washes over them, joined by the occasional giggle or mocking comment from one of the girls. Eddie does a second coat, brushes any scraps of excess paint away with an alcohol wipe, and caps the nail polish with a gentle smile.

Steve admires his nails, then glances up at Eddie, his eyes welling. “Eddie, thank you-“

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’, it’s just a paint job-“

“No really, Eddie. Thank you. For everything. For noticing. No one’s ever-“

“I’ll always notice, Stevie.” Eddie squeezes Steve’s arm, then turns slightly to watch the movie, his hip pressed against Steve’s.

Years later, in retrospect, Steve realizes that the spa night was the night he fell in love with Eddie Munson.

#my writing #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #domesticity after the vecna fight >>>> #Hope the past tense/present tense shift wasn't too jarring for u guys #my writing style is unique (by unique I mean stupid) #stranger things post s4 #steve harrington/eddie munson

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! My heart is gushing from the flash fic and the fluff fic 🥺

Soooooo tasty! 😋

Imagine Gabi and her Mama having their own girl's day out. It's been a while since they got to spoil themselves together because of the wife's pregnancy and taking care of Benji. Gabi can't help but ask if she was difficult when she was a baby. The wife laughs and tells her all about her tiny terror days. How flustered Miguel got as a new dad. Her early soccer spark. How demanding she was with cuddles.

Gabi gets embarrassed and tells her to stop, and the wife laughs and is like, "Don't get mad at me, you asked!"

♥️✨Girls Day ✨ ♥️

Your heart had broken once when Gabi confessed why she was bummed out.

We don't do stuff like we used to, Mama

Of course you had a mini-crisis in front of Miguel, by saying you were the worst mom and the like, but before you could keep berating yourself with unkind words, he offered a solution.

"Go on a girls date with her and have fun."

You had mopped in his chest and hugged him tightly while saying you'd be lost without him. But in reality, he was right.

Ever since Benjamin's pregnancy and birth, and taking care of him it had been a long long time since you bonded with Gabi, she was growing up fast. And sometimes you'd catch her staring at your nail polish and vanity things. You knew she loved sports, but there was little times where she'd just stare at you with piqued interest as you applied makeup whenever you had a date with Miguel.

So you organized a day entirely to you both. The first stop was a pedicure and manicure. She'd giggle as the woman in charge scrubbed her feet. She had chosen a clear nail polish on her feet, so did you but with a French finish on them.

"Are you having fun, mi amor?"

She nodded with a beam as she gasped upon the acrylist bringing in a nail polish box full of colors.

"Pick one."

"Where are we going later?"

"What do you wanna do?"

"Can we go to get some ice cream?"

"Of course, Solecito" She had picked a baby blue nail polish, just as her soccer team uniform.

-----

You walked side to side, admiring the different shops in the mall, and finally reached the Ice cream parlor.

She asked for a Vainilla topped with caramel and nuts, you went for a frozen yogurt.

"Mama?"

"Hm?" You wiped her chin off a stain of caramel.

"Is Benjamin difficult to handle?"

"Oh? At first he is because you have to keep an eye on him most of the time, keep him clean and such."

"Was I a difficult baby?" You giggled and looked at her.

"Ay princesa. You nearly got your father green hairs." She giggled and looked at you.

"Really?"

"Oh yes. You were a tiny little gremlin that loved to bite Papa's fingers. He was always soo nervous when it came to handle you. He was all careful. A gentle giant." Gabi's eyes lighted as she tried to imagine her dear Papa trying to do all the things you did with Benjamin.

"He was so happy when we went to the doctor and he told us that you were a girl. He didn't sleep that day thinking in ways to call you."

"He named me after Uncle Gabriel didn't he?"

"Correct, yes." You nodded with a smile, "And when you were born? Good lord. Your dad was Mr. Worrywart." Gabi laughed softly as he ate her ice cream.

"He has always loved you. And made sure to have a lot of pictures of you."

"Is that why we have a bunch of photos of me all blurry and weird?"

You tittered and nodded.

"Yes, those are precious to him. I remember when you would just cling to his leg and demand him to cuddle you."

"No way!"

"Oh yes, you can ask him if you want. You've always been a Papa's girl."

"Don't get jealous, please?" She'd grab your manicured hand and smiled, you just giggled.

"What else can you remember?"

"Well, I remember you almost falling down the stairs cause you were fast" Gabi covered her mouth in embarrassment, "I also remember you getting your first ball. You were so fusy after watching a soccer game with your dad."

She scrunched her nose in disbelief and laughed

"Dad was the one that actually introduced you to soccer. The more you grew, the more you loved it. You'd always watch his favorite games with him and play afterwards."

"You love Papa?"

"Oh yes. You have no idea."

"I think I do, I mean. You're always watching him all... lovey dovey. He's a bit more secretive about it, but he loves you."

"I know, mi amor. You, Benji and him are the best things that have happened to me."

"Even though sometimes Papa is a bit cooler than you?" She looked nervous on her words but you just cupped her cheeks and squeezed her softly.

"Oh no. no. Don't worry, I know he is. Though, sometimes I do wonder if I am a good mom to you?"

She blinked and stared at you curiously.

"Who said you weren't?"

Tears welled up in your eyes slowly, but you just hugged her tightly instead.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, sure sometimes you get mad and are kinda scary when scolding Papa, but you always try your best, and I appreciate that."

"Who taught you that word?" You'd ask in between little sobs.

"Our teacher. She taught us to express our appre... appreciation to others."

You now wanted to hug that woman.

"She taught you well. And It means alot for you to say that. Really." You kissed her forehead.

"You know I love you, right?"

You nodded as she cupped your cheek and giggled.

"Of course I do, mi amor. C'mon. I have a surprise for you."

At the end, it wouldn't be a Girl's Day without shopping. You'd get her a new set of crayons, some art kit and of course a little toy makeup set.

She'd show Miguel her nails and the stuffs you'd get her. She ran to her room to try her things, as you stayed with Miguel.

"Thank you." You kissed him, "She's so wonderful. Even though she thinks you're cooler than I." He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"Had fun?" He'd hug your waist.

"Best day ever."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #💋 anon #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #asks and replies #t writes✨ #gabi o'hara #soccer family ⚽🕷️

[lciesdepravity]

Depraved Series

Nayeon Arc Chapter 1-1: Quid Pro Quo Blow Tags/Warnings/Genre (WARNING! This Chapter contains heavy depraved smut. This includes the following tags: Blowjobs, Quid Pro Quo, rimming. Also, someone kept on pestering me and I got annoyed so I'm releasing this fic unedited. Read at your own risk.)

Nayeon strutted confidently through the glass doors of the JYPE building, her heels clicking against the marble floor with each step. She exuded an air of self-assuredness, her radiant smile captivating anyone who dared to glance her way. Heads turned, eyes followed her every move, but she remained unfazed.

As she made her way through the bustling lobby, the sound of her footsteps mingled with the melodic hum of conversation and the occasional ring of a cell phone. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and ambition, the energy of the entertainment industry palpable. It was a world she knew well, one she had grown accustomed to since her debut as a K-pop idol.

Her heart fluttered with nervousness as she approached the executives floor. The main doors slid open, revealing a corridor lined with closed doors, each one looking grand and lavish. Nayeon took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she approached Pres. Ozawa's office. She rapped her perfectly manicured nails against the polished wood, the sound echoing through the hallway.

Knock knock

"Come in," Pres. Ozawa's voice boomed from inside.

Nayeon slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. The sound of her heels echoed through the room, making her feel self-conscious. She saw Pres. Ozawa sitting at his desk, poring over a stack of papers. He looked up and smiled warmly at her.

"Ah, Nayeon, please come in and have a seat," he said, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk.

Nayeon walked over to the chair and sat down, smoothing out her skirt nervously. She looked around the office, taking in the elegant decor and the impressive view of the city skyline. 

Pres. Ozawa cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair. "So, Nayeon, what brings you to my office today?" he asked, his voice authoritative.

Nayeon took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She knew that this was her chance to make a case for her solo career. "Mr. President, I wanted to talk to you about the direction of my career," she said, trying to sound confident.

Pres. Ozawa raised an eyebrow. "Go on," he said, his tone slightly skeptical.

Nayeon took a deep breath and launched into her pitch, explaining her vision for her solo music and the kind of impact she wanted to make on her fans. She felt her nerves building more as she spoke, and she could see Pres. Ozawa becoming more and more uninterested in what she had to say.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," he says, his expression serious. "But we can't give you what you're asking for."

Nayeon's heart drops at his words, and she can feel a lump forming in her throat. "W-why not?" she stammers.

"I'm sorry, Nayeon, but your solo career is too risky. JYPE needs TWICE to promote as a whole," Pres. Ozawa finally said, crushing Nayeon's hopes.

Nayeon can feel tears forming in her eyes as she realizes that her dreams for a solo album are slipping away.

"W-what can I do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind?"

Pres. Ozawa leaned back in his chair and stretched his fingers. "Hmm, there might be," he says, a sly grin crossing his face. "But it's not exactly what you're expecting."

Nayeon looks at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Nayeon," he says, his tone turning playful. "Maybe I can reconsider. Show me your dance moves in More & More. I might see something that changes my mind."

Why does he want me to dance? Is he testing me?

She walked over to the stereo system and started the song. As the music started to play, Nayeon closed her eyes and let the rhythm take over. She moved her hips and twirled around, trying to give her best performance. She knew that she had to impress Pres. Ozawa if she wanted to have a chance at her solo career.

As she sways her hips and rolls her body, she notices that Pres. Ozawa is staring at her with a hungry look in his eyes. She can see him shifting in his chair, and she realizes that he's getting hard. So that's what this was... Fucking pervert just wanted to get off on me dancing.

Ever the professional, she keeps dancing, her body moving with fluid grace as she performs the intricate choreography. She can feel the sweat starting to bead on her skin, but she doesn't stop. She's determined to give it her all and show this old fuck what she's capable of.

Finally, Nayeon finishes her dance routine, nailing the final pose with fierce intensity. Panting and sweating, her tongue slides out as per habit, but she looks up at Pres. Ozawa with a sense of satisfaction. She knows she's given him exactly what he wanted, and she's hoping it'll be enough to change his mind about her solo album.

Pres. Ozawa beckons Nayeon to come around the table and stand in front of him. "You danced well.... Now for the final test."

Nayeon looks at him, her confusion apparent. "M-mwo? What do you mean?" she asks.

In a single bold move, Pres. Ozawa opens his legs and shows her his bulge, making Nayeon's eyes widen in shock. "If you want to go solo," he says, his voice dripping with lust. "Get on your knees and service my cock."

Nayeon freezes... She hesitates, unsure of what to do. She never expected him to ask something like this, and she's not sure if she's willing to go this far for her career. She looks at him, her eyes pleading for an alternative.

Pres. Ozawa looks at Nayeon expectantly, waiting for her to make a decision. When she hesitates, he says, "Well then, I guess no solo for you."

Nayeon freezes on the spot, biting her lip as she weighs her options. She knows that her solo career is on the line, but she's not sure if she's willing to do what Pres. Ozawa is asking.

"How hard could it be to make an old man cum?" she thinks, debating with herself.

"I mean, it's gross, but if it means my solo... maybe it's worth it." She takes a deep breath and looks up at Pres. Ozawa, her eyes filled with hesitation and a hint of desperation.

"I'm not getting any younger Nayeon. If you're not willing to do it then get out." He said, his voice stern, his face annoyed.

Slowly, she gets on her knees in front of him, but she does nothing. Ozawa looks at her with impatience, and she realizes that he wants her to do all the work.

She takes a deep breath and reaches for his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock. As soon as she frees it from his pants, she can't help but gawk at its size. 

The size of it is almost intimidating: easily 9 inches long, with a very impressive girth. Nayeon gulps nervously, her eyes wide as she takes it in. She feels a little unsure of herself as she starts to stroke him, using both hands to cover as much of his length and girth as possible.

"Oh fuck," she murmurs. "That's... impressive."

Pres. Ozawa grins at her, pleased with her reaction. "Yes, it is," he says, his voice low and husky. "And your hands are so soft on it."

Nayeon blushes at his comment but continues to service him, using both hands to stroke him slowly up and down. She can feel him getting harder in her hands, and she starts to pick up the pace, moving faster and faster.

As she continues to stroke him for around 15 minutes, her initial discomfort turns into frustration. The old man is nowhere close to the edge, and she's starting to feel like this is an endless task.

"Come on," she thinks to herself. "Just cum already, you old geezer."

Ozawa moans softly, enjoying the sensation of Nayeon's soft hands on his cock. "That's it," he says, his voice commanding.

"Spit on your hands and lube up my cock."

Nayeon obediently spits on her hands and uses it to lubricate the engorged cock head. She notices precum coming out the tip and uses it to mix with her saliva, making the slippery sensation even better.

As she continues to stroke him, she can't help but be amazed by the size of his cock.

"It's so big and thick... Oh god it feels so full in my hands." She thinks whilst she strokes him for a few more minutes, occasionally spitting on her hand to renew the sloppy sensation.

Her arms begin to tire as she continues to stroke him for almost 20 minutes now. She shifts her position slightly, trying to find a more comfortable way to hold him. "Come on," she thinks to herself. "This is getting exhausting."

Nayeon feels conflicted. On one hand, she's enjoying the power she has over him, but on the other hand, she can't help but feel disgusted by what she's doing.

"You're getting too old for this," she says, her voice teasing, trying to distract herself from her own discomfort.

Pres. Ozawa grins at her, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, maybe I just need those plump lips around my cock."

Nayeon feels a shiver run down her spine at his suggestion. She knows what he is implying, and a part of her wants to refuse. But another part of her is curious, wondering what it would be like to have him inside her mouth.

She licks her lips nervously, unsure of how to respond. "I don't know," she says hesitantly. "I've never done that before."

Pres. Ozawa chuckles. "Don't worry, Nayeon," he says reassuringly. "Just open your mouth and it will come naturally."

Nayeon gulps, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. She takes a deep breath and leans forward, feeling the heat emanating from his thick cock. She hesitates for a moment but then brings herself to kiss the engorged cock head, feeling it twitch against her lips. "*Tsup* Uhhhmmm~ *Mwah*"

She lets out a small squeal of surprise as she feels his cock twitch against her lips. She can feel her heart racing with excitement as she realizes just how turned on he is by her.

She continues to kiss his entire length, noticing that he is oozing precum. She uses her tongue to lap it up, savoring the salty taste. She then takes his cock between her lips and moves it back and forth.

Pres. Ozawa groans as he watches her smear his precum on her lips. "Hooolyy fuck, Nayeon," he swears, his voice thick with desire. "Your lips are making me so hard."

Nayeon smiles up at him, feeling a sense of confidence wash over her. She leans forward again, parting her lips tentatively as she hesitantly takes him into her mouth, feeling the velvety texture of his skin against her tongue.

She swirls her tongue around the tip of Pres. Ozawa's cock, taking him into her mouth slowly. But as she tries to take more of him into her mouth, she finds it difficult to fit the entire length of his cock inside.

"Holy shhht," she mutters around his cock, her voice muffled by the hard shaft in her mouth. She works inch by inch, slowly but surely, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke.

"God, he's so fuckin' big," she thinks, her eyes widening in surprise as she takes him deeper into her mouth. Despite the challenge, she's determined to take him all the way, wanting to please him as much as possible.

Nayeon uses her hand to guide his cock into her mouth, taking as much as she can at a time. She feels her throat constricting around the head of his cock, and she moans slightly at the sensation.

"Mmmph, *gulk* *gulk* *gulk*"

Pres. Ozawa moans as she takes him deeper, and she starts to suck him harder and faster. "That's it, baby," he says, his voice low and husky. "Take it all in."

Nayeon hums in response, the vibrations sending shivers down Pres. Ozawa's spine. She can feel herself getting wet with anticipation as she takes more of him in, inch by inch. The decrepit old man groans loudly, his grasping on his desk tightening. He moans at the sensation, his hands running through her hair.

"Oh yeah, just like that," he says, suppressing a groan. "Suck my cock like a good little girl."

Nayeon responds by taking more of him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. The sound of her sloppy sucking fills the room, the sloppy wet noises of her mouth reverberated throughout the office walls. "Mmmphh, mmphh," she murmurs, her voice desperate for his approval as she fervently bobs her head.

"Oooohhh fuuckk" he growls, his grip on her hair tightening, drawing out a pained moan from the idol. "Fuck yes... Put those dick sucking lips of yours to good use."

Nayeon continues to suck him hard and fast, her hand stroking the base of his cock. Pres. Ozawa takes one of her hands and brings it up to his chest, guiding her to one of his nipples.

"Play with my nipples while you blow me."

Nayeon obeys, using her free hand to play with his nipple, rolling it between her fingers and pinching it gently. She can feel his cock twitching in her mouth as she alternates between sucking and stroking him, driving him closer to the edge.

As she continues to pleasure him, Nayeon's mind starts to wander, thinking about the consequences of her actions. "What am I doing?" she thinks to herself.

"I can't believe I'm servicing this old man for my solo career." Despite her moral objections, she can't deny the small patch of wet cloth that had begun forming in her underwear.

"*Glok*, *gulk*, *glock*," Nayeon gags around his cock, but she doesn't let up. Instead, she parks his full length down her throat for a few glorious seconds, fighting her gag reflex along the way. Her eyes made contact all the while, even as she's tearing up, turning him on even more.

Ozawa moans at the sensation. The tightness of the slutty idol's throat, combined with her mouth on his cock and her hand on his chest driving him wild. He can feel himself getting close to the edge, and he knows that he won't be able to hold back much longer.

Nayeon continues to deepthroat him, gagging slightly as she takes him all the way in.

All of a sudden, He grips her head firmly, pushing his cock even deeper into her throat. "Take it all, Nayeon," he growls. "Deepthroat me like a good little slut."

Nayeon's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she relaxes her throat and takes him all the way in, feeling his cockhead hit the back of her throat. She gags loudly, but the sound only seems to turn Pres. Ozawa on more.

"Mmmpphh, *gulk*, *glock*, *gluck*, *glurg*," As Pres. Ozawa's moans grow louder and more urgent, Nayeon redoubles her efforts. She takes him in even deeper, using her tongue to swirl around his cockhead as she bobs her head up and down on his shaft. The sound of her gagging and choking on his cock only drives him closer to the edge.

"Oh god, Nayeon," Pres. Ozawa groans. "I'm so close. Don't stop, keep going."

Nayeon's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't let up, determined to make him cum hard. She continues to deepthroat him, taking him in as deep as she can with each pass. Her hands grip his hips tightly as she bobs her head up and down on his cock, the sound of her gagging and choking filling the room.

"Uh, uh, uh," Pres. Ozawa moans, his voice thick with pleasure as he gets closer and closer to cumming.

Just as Nayeon looks up at him with a lustful gaze, making eye contact, Pres. Ozawa's body convulses and he swears loudly, his hips bucking as he shoots his hot load deep into her throat.

"Fuck! Take it, you little kpop whore," he growls, his fingers digging into her hair as he holds her head in place.

Nayeon swallows eagerly, continuing to massage his balls as she drains him. She can feel him pulsing in her mouth, his cock twitching as he empties himself into her.

As she keeps looking up at him, her nose still buried in his pubes, Nayeon intertwines one of her fingers with his hand and squeezes it firmly, letting him know how much she enjoys this. Her other hand continues to massage his balls, coaxing out every last drop of his cum.

Nayeon moans around his cock, the taste of his cum overwhelming her senses. She swallows as much as she can, but there's too much, and some of it spills out of her mouth and onto her chin.

As Pres. Ozawa finishes cumming, he collapses back onto his chair, panting heavily. Nayeon licks her lips and grins at him, her face still covered in his cum and saliva.

"I hope that was satisfying, Mr. President," she purrs, running her tongue over her lips.

Pres. Ozawa could only nod weakly, his eyes closed in pleasure, unable to form words, his breath coming in short gasps as he tries to catch his breath.

Nayeon giggles softly, pleased with herself. She looks up at Pres. Ozawa, a coy smile playing on her lips. "So...my solo?" she asks.

Pres. Ozawa grins back at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'll get your solo," he says. "But there's a catch."

Nayeon raises an eyebrow. "A catch?"

Pres. Ozawa nods. "You'll get your solo if you allow me to use your mouth anytime I call for you."

Nayeon's smile fades, replaced with a look of hesitation. "What do you mean by that?" she asks, her voice tinged with concern.

Pres. Ozawa leans in, his breath hot against her ear. "I mean, whenever I want you, you'll be there for me. You'll use that pretty little mouth of yours to pleasure me."

Nayeon takes a step back, shaking her head. "I don't know, sir," she says. "I have my career to think about. What if I'm not available? What if I have other commitments?"

Pres. Ozawa shrugs. "That's not my problem," he says. "If you want your solo, you'll make time for me. It's that simple."

Nayeon takes a deep breath, considering his proposal. She knows how important her solo is to her career, but the idea of being at Pres. Ozawa's beck and call doesn't sit well with her.

Finally, she takes a step forward, looking him directly in the eye. "Fine," she says. "You can use my mouth anytime you call for me. But you have to prioritize my solo activities, or the deal is off."

Pres. Ozawa nods, a satisfied smile on his lips. "Deal," he says.

"Now, clean up my cock." Nayeon obeys, taking his cock into her mouth and cleaning him up.

Throughout the week, Nayeon was called to service Pres. Ozawa countless times. One time she was practicing a routine with her members when she suddenly received a message from him. "Got a meeting, be under my desk in 5 minutes, we'll be arriving around 10," he said.

Nayeon rolls her eyes at the message, annoyed at the interruption. "Again?" she thinks to herself, already dreading what's to come. But she knows better than to disobey him, so she quickly excuses herself from the practice and makes her way to his office.

Nayeon arrives early, slipping off her heels and leaving only her toes peeking out from under the desk. She knows that being comfortable is important if she wants to do her job well.

As Pres. Ozawa begins the meeting, Nayeon silently opens his zipper and takes his cock into her mouth.

She let out a muffled moan as she began to work her tongue and lips expertly around Pres. Ozawa's cock, taking him deep into her mouth.

Her lips form an airtight seal around his shaft, and she uses her tongue to swirl around the tip, teasing him relentlessly.

"Ummphh... mmmphh..." Nayeon moans, the sound of her voice muffled by his cock. She uses her hands to stroke him as she sucks, her fingers moving up and down his shaft in time with her mouth. Pres. Ozawa's hand gripped her hair, guiding her movements. She could feel his cock growing harder and harder in her mouth, and she knew that he was close.

With her toes curling in anticipation, Nayeon took Pres. Ozawa deep into her mouth, using her hand to stroke the base of his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him in and out of her mouth, and she could hear Pres. Ozawa's breathing growing more ragged.

She swallowed around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She could feel his cock twitching, and she knew that he was about to cum.

Suddenly, Nayeon changed her technique, using her tongue to circle around the head of Pres. Ozawa's cock while she continued to suck him off.

Finally, he let out a low silent growl, and Nayeon made more muffled sounds as she felt his hot cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop, and let out a satisfied moan.

Despite the fact that Pres. Ozawa came quickly, the meeting lasts for another two hours, during which he remained hard. "I can't believe his stamina," she thinks to herself, feeling his cock twitching in her mouth as she continues to pleasure him. "But I need to keep him satisfied."

Nayeon uses every technique at her disposal to pleasure him. She deepthroats him, uses her tongue to flick the underside of his tip, and massages his balls with her fingers. She brings him to climax two more times before the meeting finally ended.

As every other executive egghead left the room, Nayeon slipped her heels back on and emerged from under the desk, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Later that week, as Nayeon was on her way to the bathroom, Jihyo called out to her. "Nayeonnie, where are you going?" she asked, her voice curious.

Nayeon froze for a moment, feeling a sense of panic. She couldn't let Jihyo know what she had been doing with one of the top execs of the company.

"I just need to use the restroom," Nayeon said, forcing a smile. "I'll be right back."

Nayeon walks into the men's bathroom, her heart racing with anticipation. She sees Pres. Ozawa waiting for her in one of the stalls, his cock already out and erect. She bites her lip, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear.

"Nayeon, my dear," Pres. Ozawa says, beckoning her over with a wave of his hand. "Come here and service me."

Nayeon takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She walks over to him, her heels clicking on the tile floor. "Yes, sir," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she squats on her heels in front of him, her legs spread wide apart to give her better balance. She can hear the sounds of men using the bathroom outside the stalls, which only adds to her excitement. "I can't believe I'm doing this with other men just outside the stall," she thinks to herself, feeling a thrill run through her.

When Pres. Ozawa saw Nayeon squatting on her heels, he let out a low growl of desire. "Fuck, Nayeon," he said, his voice husky. "You look so fucking hot like that."

Nayeon started to suck him off, her fingers working expertly on his cock. At the same time, she can't resist the urge to touch herself, rubbing her clit with her free hand. The pleasure she feels is intense, and she can feel herself getting wetter by the second.

"Oh god, this feels so good," she thinks to herself, trying to stifle her moans. "I can't believe I'm touching myself in a public bathroom like this. But I can't help it, it's just too hot."

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her desire building with each passing moment.

Pres. Ozawa grips her hair, guiding her movements. "That's it, Nayeon, mmmmm~ You're doing such a good job..."

Nayeon feels a sense of pride at his words, knowing that she's pleasing him. She continues to suck and stroke him, feeling the pleasure building inside her. The sounds of men outside the stall only fuel her desire, and she can't help but wonder if they can hear her moans.

As Nayeon continues servicing Ozawa, she hears the sound of the men zipping up their pants and leaving the restroom.

Man 1: "Did you see her? That Nayeon chick is so hot. I bet she's amazing in bed."

Man 2: "Yeah, I would love to get a piece of that. I can only imagine what it would be like to have those dick sucking lips wrapped around my cock."

Holy shit, they're really fantasizing about me.

As Nayeon brings Pres. Ozawa closer to climax, she can feel him throbbing and pulsing in her mouth. She focuses on his pleasure, using all her skills to bring him to the edge.

Suddenly, he pulls her away from him. "Not yet," he says, his voice stern. "I want to see you cum first."

Nayeon's eyes widen in surprise, but she can't deny the excitement that she feels at his command. She uses her fingers to rub her clit, feeling the wetness between her legs. She moans softly, feeling the pleasure building inside her. She can feel Pres. Ozawa's eyes on her, watching her every movement.

"Oh god, I'm so close," she thinks to herself, struggling to stifle her moans. "I can't let anyone hear me, but it feels so good. I can't stop now."

As Nayeon's orgasm hits her, she struggles to keep her moans quiet. Her entire body shakes with a shudder. She feels the pleasure coursing through her body, and she can't help but let out a soft gasp. She can feel Pres. Ozawa's hand on her head, guiding her back to his cock. She takes him back into her mouth, feeling his cock twitching with pleasure.

Finally, Pres. Ozawa lets out a low growl. He groaned above her, his fingers tangling in her hair as he thrust his hips forward. "I'm gonna cum," he said, his voice strained.

Nayeon feels his hot cum flooding her mouth. She eagerly swallows it down, feeling a sense of satisfaction. With her mouth still full, she opens her mouth to show him his load, before swallowing it down with a gulp.

"Tank yew, shir," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, the cum making her words slurred. "I'll do whatevah it takes to please yew~"

She then stood up, her legs trembling slightly from squatting on her heels for so long. She fixed her appearance and left the stall, waiting until there was no one in the bathroom before walking out

In another occasion, Pres. Ozawa messages Nayeon again with urgency, "Need to cum toilet. NOW." Nayeon quickly reads the message, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness at the same time. But then she sees the time and realizes that she's just about to eat lunch with her members.

Her heart races as she reads the message. She can't believe that Pres. Ozawa wants her again. The thrill of being used like a cum toilet by the most powerful man in the company makes her pussy drenching wet with desire. She replies, "What? Now? I'm just about to eat lunch with my members."

Pres. Ozawa replies, "Fine, wait for me outside."

As she waits outside, her mind is racing with thoughts of what's about to happen. She knows that this is risky, but the thought of being caught by her members only makes it more exciting.

When Pres. Ozawa arrives, he urges her to kneel. However, unlike their previous encounters, he presents his ass to her. "Well?" he says, his voice low and commanding. "What are you waiting for?"

On the outside, Nayeon fights as she physically wretches, but says nothing. On the inside, her thoughts are screaming with disgust.

"Oh my god, he wants me to do what? That's so gross. I can't believe he would even ask me to do that. But if I don't, who knows what he'll do."

She hesitates, unsure of what to do next. But when Ozawa wiggles his ass impatiently, she knows she has no choice.

With a deep breath, she reluctantly gives a hesitant lick to his asshole. The taste and smell of him fills her senses, making her gag and almost pull away.

"Oh god, the taste and smell are so overpowering. It's like the smell of sweaty gym socks mixed with the taste of something rotten. I don't know if I can handle this. But I have to, for him."

As she continues to lick his asshole, she strokes his cock, feeling it pulse and throb in her hand. The taste and smell of him becomes more tolerable as she becomes more aroused.

"I can't believe I'm actually getting turned on by this. The taste and smell are becoming more tolerable, even enjoyable. What's happening to me?"

She can hear the sounds of her members chatting and laughing just a few feet away, and the danger only adds to her arousal.

Then, in a burst of movement, Pres. Ozawa grabs her head and grinds against her face, pressing it hard against the wall.

Nayeon's eyes widen as her heart races with a mix of excitement and fear.

"Oh my god, he's grinding against my face so hard. And the wall is so rough against my skull. Bleh~ The taste and smell are so overwhelming, I feel like I might pass out. But I have to keep going, I can't disappoint him."

As she continues to rim his asshole, she strokes his cock, feeling it pulse and throb in her hand. The taste and smell of him become more tolerable as she becomes more aroused.

"I can feel his cock throbbing in my hand. He's so turned on by this. And I'm getting turned on too. What's happening to me?"

Suddenly, as he reaches his climax, he turns around and aims at her face, covering her entire face with his cum.

"Oh my fuck, he just came all over my face. What the fuck am I gonna do if the others see me like this? I need to clean up quickly and act like nothing happened."

Ozawa zips up his pants and says, "Come by my office tomorrow. We'll be discussing your solo more... intimately," he said with a grin as he sauntered off. "Oh, and wear the alcohol-free outfit again, it's my favorite," he added, causing Nayeon's face to turn an even deeper shade of red.

As she made her way back to her group, Nayeon's thoughts were in turmoil. "Why am I feeling this way?" she thought to herself. "Why is my body reacting so much to being used as a cum toilet?"

Nayeon felt a shiver run down her spine as she anticipated another day of face fucking tomorrow.

She does her best to clean up, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. But as she tries to sneak back to her members, her heart stops when she is stopped by Sana. "Unnie, wait. You have yogurt on your chin," Sana says, wiping the substances with her fingers and licking them off. Nayeon's face flushes with embarrassment as Sana swipes it with her fingers and sucks on it. "Mmm~ delicious," Sana says with a wink, making Nayeon's face turn bright red upon realizing what Sana had just tasted.

#nayeon smut

[shoukiko]

How the TF2 Mercs would react to you wanting to paint their nails <3

a/n: I hope you guys will appreciate this, TF2 holds a special place in my heart, I've loved it for years so doing this makes me all giddy inside. If you have ay requests, please message me! I do CoD and TF2!! Enjoy! <3

Scout

Would be like "I ain't into that type of things, Toots."

After some convincing would let you paint his thumb and only his thumb.

Perhaps he sees you all happy while doing it and says it's okay for just *one more* finger.

Square nails, I don't make the rules.

Which then turns into his whole hand.

Shows it off to the team because YOU were the one who did it and they should be jealous.

"TAKE A FUCKIN GANDER YA BUNCH OF PANSIES"

Would pick off the nail polish as a habit during briefings or when he's not paying attention.

Feels bad coming back to you with his awful manicure.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud, at least you get to hold my hand." Dick

Medic

Would love to have you paint his nails, but he thinks it would cause issues during his procedures

Ya know, cuz he doesn't wear gloves....for whatever reason

"Please.... :(" "Oh... Meine Taube.. How can I ever say no to you?"

100% Short round nails. Maybe not slender/skinny fingers, but they're def on the thinner side.

Ends up forcing himself to wear gloves just so they won't get ruined.

He thinks your careful and skilled hands are very attractive and "intriguing" as you paint them.

He's weird like that, You love it.

He loves you....maybe too much....He'd probably cut your hands off if you said yes.

He's the type to ask lol

Spy

No

No again

Stop asking

He wears gloves anyways, why do you want to so bad?

He doesn't have time for these silly games!!!!

"Mon canard, Please. This is too immature for me" "So you're saying you don't love me?" *Smug look*

You win

He has very nice nails by the way. Perfect nails, perfect slender hands.

He doesn't really say much, but you can tell from his eyes he enjoys such an intimate moment.

He tells noone and shows noone, but he likes to be in his room jsut looking at them, thinking of you.

Would do yours if you asked....nicely

Pyro

I mean this is obviously a yes.

The gloves are off before you finish your sentence.

Scarred hands, maybe missing a nail on a finger, but that's okay.

Picks the colors, they want pink. Lotta pink.

Get's excited when you bring up stickers.

Rocks a pink and purple manicure with a flower sticker on their missing nail.

Becomes a weekly thing, your little spa day. :)

Heavy

Skeptical, but why not? Couldn't hurt.

Lot of surface area, dudes hands are bigger than your face.

He finds it amusing that your hands are so small compared to his.

He's letting you paint his nails, but he'd like some dark colors.

Maybe not black, more like blue or maybe red occasionally/

"One sticker?" "No sticker, thank you" "Okay one sticker" "...Okay, for you"

Sniper

"If it'll make ya happy, doll."

Falls asleep as you paint them.

Rough hands, tan lines from his gloves, he has dirty finger nails :Gross:

You throw in some....cleaning... just cuz you care.

I love this man so much, but oh my god I just know he's musty.

You give him plain black nails, one white nail on his ring fingers

You don't do his thumb, you notice the big bruise under his nail, idk what those are called.

I looked it up it's called Garand Thumb (It's so canon)

You fight with him because you wanna know of it's like a hematoma or not (Gross I know, but I'd do it)

Engineer

Well it's not something he'd find himself doing on his own, would probably think it's silly until he met you.

"As long as I don't look all frou frou after, I'm fine with anything Darlin' "

AAAA TALK TO ME LIKE THAT

Thick fingies, like fat hands a bit, slightly rough because of how much he works. Only slightly because he still wears gloves.

I like to think his hands are covered in oil/dirt most of the time, He does wash them, but he's just always workin on something.

Would wash them before you paint them though. Lovely little you can't be getting your perfect hands dirty.

He wants yellow, give him yellow nails. Like sunshine yellow, like his hat.

He thinks it's "Just lovely lookin' "

Demoman

You don't ask, you just paint them while he's passed out drunk.

You give him rainbow nails, Glitter top coat. You're so mean

Surprisingly soft hands, Big and thick, very soft. My goodness you're even jealous by how nice they are.

He even has the perfect nails for painting. What doesnt this man have?

Oh wait

He's PISSED when he wakes up.

Probably calls it gay (But like....worse)

Sees you sad because of how he reacted.

Slumps in his chair, "They're 'right...."

Grows to like them (more like live with them)

Maybe in like 2 weeks to see hims again, they're still painted, just a bit withered away.

He loves em

Soldier

"DO I LOOK LIKE SOME SORT OF PANSY TO YOU, MAGGOT???"

You offer to do them in the colors of the American flag

He accepts obviously

You do it standing up cause he is just...there. Stiff as a board.

Wide nails, Rough knuckles, calluses.

When you're done he salutes you.

"Well done, Maggot. Now I won't have to kill you." Sure buddy

I hope you guys liked it!!

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 x reader #team fortress #tf2 imagines #shoukiko

[zaimta]

彡PAINTING HIS NAILS

parings: laxus, gajeel, bickslow, bacchus x gn!reader

zai's notes: rewatching fairy tail for the 100th time n i remembered bacchus he's so yea <3, n i'm getting back to requests after this one!!

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˗ˏˋLAXUS DREAYAR

the hardest to convince, you could ask him over and over but he never gives in, he only gives in because you "annoyed him" which obviously ain't true he's just whipped

doesn't even let you pick the color either, he just tosses you the black nail polish because he's aware it's a neutral color

killjoy!!

the two of you lounged on some couches on the upstairs area of the guild, his arm was around your shoulder as he talked to the thunder legion. while he talked to them your mind was elsewhere, you glanced at his hand. you remained silent while you stared at it you didn’t even notice how focused you were, you didn’t even notice the thunder legion going downstairs for a quick bite to eat.

you held his hand in yours as the two of you sat side by side on the upstairs level of the guild. you noticed how rough his knuckles looked from all the punches he would through, and small scars littering his hands. your gaze game down to his nails and you gazed down at your own painted nails and you got the best idea.

“you should let me paint your nails.”

with in a heartbeat he responded “no.”

you groaned “come on it’ll be fun and it’ll look cute!”

“no.”

“i think you should let me paint them, they’ll look so nice too! besides your hands could use some tlc” you looked down at his hands and rose a single brow, a manicure was clearly needed for him. even if you couldn’t do anything about the scars the nails would at least spruce them up a little.

“i’m good.” he rolled his eyes at you but made no effort to remove his hand from your grasp.

you stared at him and he sighed feeling your eyes on him “tell me why i should let you paint my nails?”

“because i’m your s/o and you love me and you would do anything for me” you flashed him a grin and he rose a single brow in return “pleaseee.”

he sighed finally giving in, he his free hand down his face knowing he was going to regret his decision “fine.”

you led him out of the guild abiding “knowing” glances from some guildmates. you walked back to your house and gladly led him into your bedroom where you were going to paint his nails. you walked over to him with your box of nail polish clearly excited

“we can try any color you want maybe we could-”

he cuts you off tossing the black nail polish at you, you catch it easily and sigh “you’re so boring, i was hoping we could do a blue or something.”

“the second it chips you’re removing it.”

"killjoy."

˗ˏˋGAJEEL REDFOX

another hardheaded one

tell him it’ll make him look likea rockstar and he’ll be willing to hear you out

he’ll only go for black you could talk him into grey to match his metal magic but only if it’s a dark grey

you sat across from where he sat in the guildhall leaning close to him with a grin “i just had the best idea ever, you should let me paint your nails.”

he looked at you annoyed “im still waiting on your ‘best idea ever’.”

you rolled his eyes used to his attitude by now “im serious it would be fun! plusss you’ll look like a rockstar, a real rockin' one with a stage presence.”

he rose a brow "what kind of rockstar wears nail polish?"

"a color-coordinated one. come on don't you wanna look nice for your next performance? if you don't like it we can take it off i promise." you silently begged with your eyes.

he sighed "fine if it gets you to stop your whining."

you cheered and grabbed his hand leading him to where you lived, he got comfortable in your bed while you rummaged around for some nail polish in your bathroom. you debated on shades of black and grey but you ultimately decided to bring all of them so he could have some options.

"okay so i have a few colors here which one are we feeling. maybe this one?" you held up a dark grey nail polish "or maybe this one?" you held up a light grey nail polish resembling the color of iron "or maybe-"

"well do this one" he cut you off and picked up the black nail polish

you took the black nail polish in your hand you couldn't complain much since the color would match his overall vibe, but you can't deny you were hoping to at least use some grey tones to match his iron.

"okay we can do black it'll look cute too." you take his hand in yours and smile at him, you focus intently on his nails. you knew the chances of him letting him do his nails again were low so you made sure to make his nails look perfect for the first and unfortunately the last time you'll be painting them.

he watched as you concentrated on his nails, you took great care in making sure you wouldn't mess up some nails it was honestly cute to him he couldn't help but snicker "you're really putting a lot of focus into some nails doll." he rested his free hand on his cheek and smirked at you.

"well duh, i have to make them look nice who knows when I'll be able to paint your nails again. if this is the first and last time i'm painting your nails they're gonna look cute ya know." you spoke while completely focusing on his nails.

he offered a hum as a response and let you finish working on his nails. once you finished his nails he gave you a kiss as payment.

a few days have passed by since you pained his nails, and once he saw them getting old he immediately walked over to your house and barged in "hey." he walked past you lounging on your couch, ignoring your confused expression, he walked into your bathroom then flopped down onto the couch next to you with nail polish removal and the black nail polish in his hands.

"they're gettin old wanna fix 'em up for me doll?"

˗ˏˋBICKSLOW

he’s down for it the second you suggest it

he mainly prefers colors that would match his whole theme any colors that he thinks would throw it off he won’t mess with em

he asks you to do it again once they start looking old he makes you redo them

the two of you were hanging out at your house, he’s at your house more than yours it was like he lived there at this point. you were lounging on your couch mindlessly talking about everything and anything. you looked down at his hands and a light bulb went off in your head

“you should let me paint your nails, we could make them match your babies too.”

he shrugged "okay let's do it."

you flashed him a smile and gently kissed his lips "I'm gonna get the nail polish i'll be right back." you padded off to your bathroom and went through your nail polish basket, you couldn't decide between purples, greens, and some oranges, although you felt like the orange was a stretch. you shrugged and brought him all the colors you walked back to the couch with various nail polish colors in your arms, and you dumped them on the couch in between the two of you.

"i couldn't decide on one color so i brought multiple! you can pick which one you want though."

he looked down at all the colors you bought and settled on a dark purple "this would match my helmet wouldn't it?" he grins and handed you the purple nail polish.

you took his hand in yours and took care in painting his nails, he watched as you painted his nails his great care "you're really focused there babe."

you snickered "well yeah i don't want your babies making fun of your nails because they're sloppy." he laughed along with you and leaned to gently kissed your forehead.

"i can't focus if you're kissing me bix" you smiled and spoke without taking your eyes off his nails.

he laughed and smiled at you "and what if i don't want you focused?" you looked up at him and sent him a playful glare "do you want your nails to look like a mess or do you want them to look nice?" he leaned in closer to you "whatever gets your attention onto me."

"so needy" you teased while giggling and gave him a soft kiss on the lips "i'm almost done with your nails then I'll be all yours."

˗ˏˋBACCHUS GROH

he was drunk and he was just talkin

he was the one who suggest you even painted his nails when he was playing with your hand and noticed your nail polish and randomly suggested it

he traced along your hands giving them great focus despite his drunken state "let's paint our nails to match it'll wild baby." you giggled at his state "are you sure you want me to paint your nails? you're pretty drunk right now i'd doubt you'd even remember this."

he laughed loudly "do y'a know who you're talking to baby? bein' drunk is my magic." he pulled you off to the stool you were sitting on at the bar and led you home, or he assumed he was the one leading he started wobbling within a few steps so you had to lead him instead.

once you made it to your house you lead him to your bedroom where he could sit on your bed so you could paint his nails "i feel like a nice purple would suit you." you spoke to him from the bathroom raising your voice slightly so he could hear you, he hummed a response.

you hopped onto your bed with the nail polish in hand and took his hand in yours "make em look nice baby i wanna show the guys how wild i am" he emphasized his guilds motto with a small yell and a grin on his face causing you to laugh "hold still so i can do em right."

he grinned at you "come on say it with me baby these nails are gonna be" you playfully rolled your eyes at him but spoke his guilds mantra in unison "wild!"

you laughed and brought your focus back to his nails, while you did his nails he spoke mindlessly. it was becoming obvious that he was just talking so he could stay awake all the drinks he had was catching up to him. once his nails dried he carefully laid down not wanting to ruin your handiwork.

he woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and newly painted nails, he slowly sat up groaning when he noticed you sleeping by his side he froze. you stirred in your sleep and slowly opened your eyes.

he leaned down to kiss your forehead "mornin' baby. did we paint my nails yesterday? i don't remember much after the bar." he squinted in thought "or was it before the bar..."

you giggled "yes i did paint your nails bacchus you asked me to do them."

he looked down at his nails and smirked "they're wild baby."

#fairy tail x reader #laxus x reader #gajeel x reader #bickslow x reader #bacchus x reader #fairy tail x you #fairy tail fluff #fairy tail x y/n #laxus dreyar x reader #laxus dreyar x y/n #laxus dreyar x you #laxus x you #gajeel redfox x reader #gajeel redfox x you #gajeel redfox x y/n #bickslow x you #bickslow x y/n #bacchus x you #bachhus x y/n

[p0pp3t]

Gavin x Reader | Special Clientele

sfw

gender-neutral reader (freelancer)

2nd person

fluff

slightly suggestive near the end

word count: 665

 “If you can change your appearance, can’t you just ‘paint’ your own nails?”

You sit at the kitchen table across your lover. The little pouch you’ve set down clinks with nail polish bottles, cuticle pushers, and everything else you’d need for an at-home manicure.

“Sure I could, but where’s the fun in that?” Gavin asks. “Anything to have my hands in yours, My Love.”

You roll your eyes, but bring his hand to your lips and press a kiss to his knuckles anyway. Gavin smiles contentedly as you give his nails a closer look.

“Good and strong,” you comment, applying gentle pressure with your thumb. You release his hand and unzip your bag, neatly lining up bottles of nail polish in front of the both of you. “Why don’t you pick your color and,” you open your phone as well; the screen displays a graphic of different nail shapes - “Your shape.”

“With pleasure.”

Taking his time, Gavin’s eyes narrow and brow furrows as he goes through his color options, holding each bottle to the back of his hand and seeing how they complement him. Maybe he’d be a little more decisive choosing his shape.

“Tough choice, isn’t it?” Playful affection tinges your tone. “You can always pick more than one; it’s no trouble.”

“Well, I wanna get this right,” he says in earnest. “You’re the expert. What would you recommend?”

“I’ve always thought that pink suits you; what do you think about this one?” You take a warm shade of magenta and slide it toward Gavin, to which he takes the bottle and holds it against his skin a second time.

“This’ll do perfectly,” he says, satisfied. “And stilettos, if you please.”

Your work is gentle and precise, with soft nudges to Gavin’s cuticles and meticulously laid brushstrokes on his nails. He eyes you the whole time, observing how your brow lowers over your squinted eyes and how constant your hold on each of his fingers is. Looks like you want to get this right, too.

“You have excellent handiwork, but I guess I already knew that,” Gavin offers. You only smile wryly in response, never taking your gaze off the steady lines of paint you’ve left. “You’ve done this before?” he asks, a playful suspicion about his voice.

“Yeah, for a few years by now,” you tell him. “Just my own for a while, but I’ve done other people’s nails a few times before.”

“Well, I feel even better knowing I’m in good hands. And they are very good hands.” Someone’s on his game. You finally take your eyes off Gavin’s nails, if only for a moment to roll them again.

“Enough of that. This is a professional setting,” you tell your client, something barely noticeable tugging the corners of your lips upward.

“My apologies, then. I spoke out of turn.” 

You’re given the peace to carry out the rest of your task undisturbed, with Gavin carefully resting his chin on his free hand and continuing to watch you in quiet fondness. You disrupt his concentration at times to ask that he lays both hands flat on the tabletop, letting you wave a folding fan over the still-drying polish in cool gusts.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to cast a breeze?”

“‘Sure I could, but where’s the fun in that?’” you parrot. 

Eventually, your hard work pays off with a final swipe of top coat and the last few flourishes of your fan. You tap lightly at the corners of the polish, assuring yourself that it’s dry enough to avoid smudging.

“All done. What do you think?”

Gavin holds a hand up to the kitchen light, inspecting the glossy pink at each pointed nail.

“Beautifully done, as expected. Thank you, My Love.” He stands - for the first time in hours (“This takes longer than I thought,”) - and ambles to your side of the table, pressing warm lips to your own.

“Hm, is that my payment?”

“If you’ll accept it. Unless you were looking for more?”

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #gn reader #fluff #i imagine that fl has also done hux's and lasko's nails #not damien's tho something something 'it would just melt off' #also the shade is 'pencil me in' from essie #← couldn’t find a way to smoothly fit those into the dialogue so i’ll just leave you with those thoughts #aren’t they nice #una’s library 📖

[wroteclassicaly]

Summary: Two years. You never drive far anymore, you don’t linger outside of your new city limits. Because how can you drive into the desolate life you once had? Then again, Hawkins and its story book tragedies have a way of bringing you back for more. A mangled marriage, an abandoned two story, and a loved one in turmoil, it finally brings you back home.

Parings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, shitloads of angst, mentions of major health trauma (it’s heart related, so be warned before reading, as I don’t want to trigger anyone), that angsty angst, but with a happy ending, & obvious smut/nsfw content that will appear later in the story!

A/N: Sneak peek/teaser into my new series, and the first one I’m publishing for this fandom — That House In Indiana (inspired by Ethel Cain’s ‘A House In Nebraska’. Lyrics below that I obviously don’t own) There will be a happy ending, so don’t worry! I’ve also drawn off myself for the situation with Wayne, based off what happened to my own dad. It’s pretty rough, but Wayne will be okay — I promise! He has a health crisis in this that might trigger some people, so please DON’T read if you know it’ll upset you! And let me know what y’all think if you do read, please and thank you? ❤️💘❤️💘

February 1st, 1990

~*~

Labored breaths and bed sores, sing it to me all day long

When the aching sound of silence used to be our favorite song

You and me against the world, you were my man and I your girl

We had nothing except each other, you were my whole world

Then the day came and you were up and gone

And I still call home that house in Nebraska

Where we found each other on a dirty mattress on the second floor

Where the world was empty, save you and I

Where you came and I laughed, and you left and I cried

Where you told me even if we died tonight, that I'd die yours

~*~

Shaking hands with chipped polish of a once fresh manicure, now worried down from alternating chewed grinds between chattering teeth and trembling lips, stained with overflowing salt — switch to a tight grip around a faded leather steering wheel, the cracking leather mingling with that of rustling denim. Scattered neon pink chips spray nail beds, making you twitch with the need to placate that urgency in your guts that pummels the muscles, seizing those in your eyes to force you to glance at where the gold band used to sit, used to distract you so perfectly. You were sure that you’d gotten over that. Funny what delusions the mind can bank on to get you through destruction and pain. You sniffle upon a jagged exhale, breath coming out choppy and overused.

Your body feels stuck to the seats, melted into a frozen statue. You really don’t want to be you, to think. Hell, your thoughts border on everything they shouldn’t, all the what-ifs, the blames, past tragedies, and your wishes that if this was the end result — maybe it would’ve been better if you died that night in the Spring of 1986. Long drives that aren’t in line with the simplicity of five minutes, you’d avoided for the last two years. Four hours from your one bedroom townhouse in Illinois to a hotel room in your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana — you’re a prisoner to your psyche.

You’ll see your crumbling dream in the form of white plaster, broken wood planks, and rotten rose bushes, frosted across shattered glass windows — ones you had stewed over for days on what color would look the best for curb appeal, and a large for sale sign in the front yard that was once littered with the cars of friends and loved ones. That very same home, the one you had shaped with your partner, that curly haired, doe eyed boy that you first met when he gave you money to pay for the groceries you couldn’t quite afford when you were fifteen, unbeknownst to you that it was his last five dollars, but he gave it to you because he knew you needed it more. He’d be fine as long as you were. You don’t have to try to embrace every whisper his hands had gifted your skin with. Your walls are gone, body ripped open and bare for the entire town you’d left behind two years ago.

The scenery is starting to fill in, barren trees near bloom. Maybe an early Spring, you can’t be sure? Your tires click against wet asphalt when you turn, splashing water on the chrome body of your car as you head into the embankment of treetops that glow, entwined into an arch that blankets the road in charcoal shadows. You manage to raise your hand to hit your windshield wipers, crystal clearing in a thick smear. Your sclera, however, floods over, lashes sticking to raw under eyes, puffy and exerted. You swallow harshly around a raw and wet throat, foot accelerating the gas pedal. You have to get there.

You haven’t slept since you heard his voice, your ears floating into a familiar peak, a swell of overwhelming longing stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs, trapping your diaphragm beneath whimpers not cried. You knew right away that something wasn’t okay. He called for the first time in years, he was in the place of his uncle, your confusion palpable as you hadn’t expected the youth for the familiarity of your weekly calls with his own family. You could hear his deep voice, raspy and shrouded in painful storms unmatched. Your body was like a dead weight, fingers struggling to hold onto the receiver, tone a mere whisper, one that felt like broken glass being dragged out through your windpipes.

“What’s wrong, Eds?”

“He… I, Y/N—“ Like a plea that was too silent to fully find its vessel, his voice became caked with an ocean of tears, thick like the swamps of isolating despair.

You’d almost resorted to begging, but you had known, even then, Eddie always took his own path to processing grief. Resisting an instinctual soothe towards him was like rejecting the air that earth offered you.

Your fingers prickled in an uncomfortable heat, numb and dulled, tongue heavy and choking you. The same as that night you awaited to hear whatever horror Hawkins had dropped into your lives once more.

“It’s Wayne.” There was an eerie quietness as Eddie had caught up with himself and moved forward enough to inform you. You couldn’t have stopped the gasping cry that left your mouth if you’d taped it shut.

He’d wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone and take you into his arms, needing to remember what the heartbeat of another human felt like, more specifically — his human. But you weren’t, you hadn’t been, and he wasn’t calling you to tell you that. You loved his uncle like a father. Having to break this news, to lay a layer of pavement over your spirit and let it dry, driving over it to forget, Eddie guiding your heart into another turmoil — it made him want to attempt to dislocate his own jaw.

“What about Wayne? Please tell me what’s going on?” You lost every piece you’d mangled together, helpless to their violent disappearance.

Eddie had trembled as he sighed, shaky and worn. “He had a heart attack a few hours ago.”

Your organ had begun to lose traction, beating sporadically that you were sure some of your bones had been reduced to ash beneath the forceful erratic rhythm. Leaving behind everything but your shoes, coat, keys, and purse, you were already at your front door, phone cord stretching with you. “I’m coming home. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Yeah. Kay. I’ll be here.” Eddie sounded lost, that light he’d accumulated in his lifetime, part of it was dimming. He couldn’t lose the one person that had been with him his whole life. You were already gone. This would devour him whole.

You sit up straight in your seat, the action causing your back to crack. You take a few deep breaths, engrossed in the glossy branches in your sky view, thunder roaring in the distance, your vehicle approaching the clearing and ready to hit that final road that will take you home.

~*~

#kristenwrites #eddie munson #my work #my writing #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 fic #stranger things 4 fanfiction #stranger things 4 fanfic

[alexanderlightweight]

how bout Magnus doing Alec’s nails!

here we go! this is set in the taste of his magic verse

i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

— Alexander stares intently, watching carefully as Magnus dips his brush into the bottle.

“Do you like this color, sayang?” Magnus asks, curious if Alexander will accept the deep silver nail polish, the same color as Alexander’s favorite moonlilies.

Alexander shakes his head, something like disappointment on his scaled face and Magnus sighs, because he already knows that he won’t be getting his boy to shift until Magnus has found the perfect colour.

Magnus takes a moment to think through the variety of nail polishes that he’s personally imbued with magic and then he summons a red the color of a vampires heartgem. Alexander hiccups at it in distaste, a frost covering the bottle as Magnus’ sends it away.

He snaps his fingers for another color, this one blue and Alexander gives a sad trill and droops, his tail going limp and his spines flattening in disinterest.

“Darling, treasure—” Magnus sighs as he sends away the blue, “you have to give me something to work with.”

Alexander seems to consider that and then he makes a little chirp and a moment later, Magnus has a deep, golden amber gem in his palm.

“Thank you for that, Alexander.” Magnus murmurs and magicks his hand and the gem free of dragon spit. It takes only a moment to summon a near perfect match. There is a chime of delight and then Magnus is rewarded with a human Alexander draped across his bed. “You are

“I wanted it to match your eyes.” Alexander tells him with a pout. Magnus stares in consternation, utterly baffled at how easily Alexander can make his heart flutter. Especially when Alexander only thinks that he is stating the obvious.

Magnus lets a tear come to his eye and he lets it linger for a moment, then opens the bottle of polish and catches the glistening, magic-infused tear.

“There, now it will be a perfect match.” Magnus promises and he leans forward to hungrily kiss Alexander. For a moment the eagerness is returned and just as Magnus is planning to postpone the planned manicure, Alexander makes a content, pleased little noise and pulls back.

Magnus blinks, slowly coming back to himself and he bites back a longing sigh as he realizes Alexander has currently reached his limit for kisses outside of sex. Sex is something that — while incredible — hasn’t seemed to be an active or actual interest of Alexander’s. Oh he delights in the intimacy of it and he enjoys bringing Magnus pleasure and he thrives on Magnus’ learning his boy’s body almost better than Alexander knows his own.

But it’s not the same.

Magnus quietly yearns for it sometimes, the reciprocity of his attentions and desires not just being welcome, but being craved for in return.

It’s not something that is truly important to him — not when it comes to Alexander — but sometimes, Magnus watches the ferocity with which Alexander hunts his treasures and wonders. Alexander adores him and is possessive, Magnus knows that but sometimes he can’t help but wish he could experience being wanted with that same fervor and passion by his boy.

Magnus dips the brush carefully into the gleaming polish and carefully paints the naturally dark nails of Alexander’s hands. They come to a natural point and Magnus knows that if Alexander wanted, he could carve diamonds with just his nail.

A candle burns and the room is quiet but for both of their breathes and the occasional crackle of the flame.

“Are we going out tonight?” Alexander asks him, finally breaking the quiet and Magnus makes a considering noise as he finishes a nail and looks at it critically.

“Do you want to?” Magnus asks, distracted as he starts the next nail and he nearly ruins the entire thing when Alexander scoffs.

“No, I wanted to know if you wanted to go out. Because if you do, I’ll come.” Alexander says with an easy shrug and Magnus really wishes his boy wasn’t so tempting.

“I think tonight is a night for us alone.” Magnus tells him, meaning it with every fiber of his being. The thought of parting from a relaxed, content Alexander is not one he is willing to entertain tonight. Any desire for Pandemonium was gone at realizing the languid beast his bed willingly held.

“Sushi?” He’s asked eagerly and Magnus hums in agreement, mentally preparing himself to summon several trays of toro. “Do you want me to paint your nails next?”

Magnus pauses, surprised despite himself. The only people besides Ragnor and Catarina who have offered to paint his nails was… Magnus isn’t quite sure who. Magnus nearly says yes before he manages to curb the impulse and actually consider the offer.

Alexander would try, he would try very hard and Magnus imagines that neither of them would enjoy the inevitable meltdown Alexander would have at most likely, being terrible at it. Magnus can already picture his darling shifting to dragon form and then Magnus could kiss either of them being human for the rest of the night goodbye.

Magnus would have to hunt down his little treasure while shifted depending on how sulky his boy got.

“I think I’d rather we eat after, perhaps next time?” Magnus offers and Alexander accepts it, nodding and admiring his dry and finished hand. After a moment he raises his hand and compares it to Magnus eyes before he nods, a pleased possessiveness in his gaze.

-

magnus has no idea that alec 100 has all of those feelings towards him. it's because magnus doesn't realize that magnus is the treasure alec's hoarding and that alec's already successfully hunted him down. it's a cultural misunderstanding that will get fixed eventually. magnus is not being demi-phobic or whatever btw by wishing sometimes that alec wanted him in the same way. one, it would be okay for him to sometimes miss that because emotions are natural and he's not acting on them or making it alecs fault. 2) magnus is also tying the two emotions together in his head and he's craving something (alec's intensity and interest and focus etc) that he's only really had expressed via a certain way.

also they are two consenting adults. alec doesn't need to be sexually attracted to magnus or be into sex to want to and enjoy having sex with him. he's not sex-repulsed or sex-averse. and he's demi. the thing is he just doesn't have romantic or sexual feelings for magnus yet. they're just very intimate feelings and possessiveness and some pretty deep primal instincts and alec is happy to have sex with magnus and does enjoy it. but it's not the same and sometimes that will be shown and thats okay

like alec enjoys kissing magnus but he's not at the point yet where he realizes kissing can be like foreplay and thinks of it more like a fun intimate hobby. like hugging. alec is also super touch starved and hungry for magnus' touch and sex is a great way to get touch. alec thrives on it, he just doesn't thrive and want it the same way magnus does.

(in alec's defense, hugging also happens during sex and leads up to sex way less often. alec: oh the serotonin is a good level, the kiss must be over)

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #the taste of his magic #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec

[writingseaslugs]

Heartslabyul: Manicures with Them

Got a request to do from @yuyucchi-exe with the characters getting manicures with reader (aka doing their nails and vice-versa). This was so much fun to write because for some reason I never thought about what their nails were all like until now. So here we go!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Heartslabyul (You’re Here) | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Manicures with Them

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is very meticulous when it comes to keeping up appearances, and nails are included in this. He’ll normally be filing them to be more rounded and then put on a simple nail polish. More often than not, it’ll be a bright red nail polish that goes well with his dorm uniform as well as his hair.

He doesn’t mind you doing his nails as long as you follow his instructions. He doesn’t allow you to use nail clippers on him at all, it has to be a glass nail file. You also have to do exactly one coat of base and top, two coats of red nail polish, and only three strokes per finger except for the pinkie which can deal with one stroke from the brush. He is very OCD when it comes to how his nails are done, and as long as you’re fine with this, he enjoys having you do them.

If you ask him to do your nails, he will remind you that you can’t make a habit of others doing things for you, but he’ll oblige. He finds it to be rather relaxing in all honesty to be holding your hand and playing with your nails. Most likely will be painting them the same red he uses for his nails since it’s all he has on hand. If you bring your own, he’ll use that but he’d much prefer red on you.

Trey Clover

Trey normally just clips his nails and then files them down until they’re nice and smooth. He doesn’t see a point in going wild with his nails since he does a lot of baking all the time. They’d just get messed up almost immediately, so why bother? He still doesn’t like them being long since bacteria can gather under them and that’s the last thing he needs to worry about when making pastries for the tea parties.

If you want to do his nails, he won’t argue the point. The good news is that you’ll probably be doing a better job than what he normally does with them. He doesn’t even know that cuticle oil is really a thing until you pull it out and use it on his nails. He might even start asking you since you do it so much better than him. Not to mention he enjoys that extra time spent with you. His only rule is no nail polish since it can chip and fall into his food.

If you ask him to, he’ll do so but ask why you’re asking him of all people to do your nails. He’s by no means a professional in this area of expertise, but since you asked he might as well. He’s painted his younger sister’s nails before so he’s not clueless about it. Don’t expect anything extravagant, it’ll be clipping your nails and then putting polish over them once.

Cater Diamond

Cater files his nails down most of the time, and will occasionally go out and get a proper manicure. He enjoys matching his nails to what he’s wearing, so normally it’s either red or black to match the uniform. He’ll also sometimes get French tips done on his nails with little diamonds on them.

He adores you doing his nails since it’s a cute way to bond. He’ll give you tips on how to do things if you’re not the best and if you already know what you’re doing then go hog wild. No matter what you do, he’s going to love it and snap some photos for his Magicam. He’ll also make sure to tag you. If you’re really good, your best bet he’ll encourage you to post them yourself to promote your skills, since you never know when something like that will come in handy.

He knows how to do nails, thanks to his older sister, and will happily do your nails. He enjoys playing around with the polish colors and will always try and add designs. He does a good job with the designs as well, so that’s a bonus. It won’t look like a professional manicure, but it’s good enough to pass as a new nail tech doing the job. He enjoys taking your hand afterward and snapping a photo of holding it in his own to post his work.

Ace Trappola

Ace just straight-up clips his nails with clippers and calls it a day. They’re normally flush against the skin so he doesn’t have to worry about them for a while. Nail polish? He might’ve had it done once or twice, but it’s not something he ever cares about. He normally ruins nail polish within the first day with it chipping due to his harsh treatment. His cuticles are also out of whack and he almost always has a hang nail he’s biting off.

You’re gonna have to grab him before he cuts them himself if you have any hope of doing anything decent with his nails. If you get him after, you’d have to push the skin from his nail back so you have room to file since they’re so short. Clean up those horrible cuticles and get rid of the hangnails. This little turd probably won’t be seeking you out to do his nails all the time either since it’s a pain, so if you want an Ace with decent nails then you have to keep it on a schedule so he doesn’t get a hold of the nail clippers again.

Good luck if you ask him to do your nails, especially if you provide all the tools he’ll be needing. He files your nails in a back-and-forth motion and will try to clip your cuticles without any prep like a softener, and ends up in you wincing as you bleed. Nail polish though? He’s not terrible since he had to paint all those roses and got decent with it. You’ll probably have some polish around your nails, but at least it’s easy to clean with a q-tip.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is a convenience nail-biter. He doesn’t do it as an anxiety response; he’ll just one day notice his nails are long and will bite them to quickly fix the problem. This leads to a lot of hangnails which he also just chews off. If he happens to notice his nails are long and he has clippers around, he’ll use those instead, but most of the time he doesn’t so chew it is. Those nails are always uneven and sometimes even jagged.

Please start doing his nails and keeping him on a biweekly schedule. If you’re insistent that you’ll be doing his nails from now on, he’ll stop biting them…as long as you’re consistent. The moment they’re too long and causing him problems, he’s getting rid of them. File them and clean his cuticles, and if he’s feeling it he doesn’t mind you polishing them. He might be confused as to what a base and top coat are but it’s fine, just do it.

He sucks at doing nails but if you ask him to, he will reluctantly do so after warning you. He doesn’t know how to use a nail file and will probably just go straight for the nail clippers. He doesn’t know how to do anything special like cleaning around the nail and putting all the layers of polish on, but he’ll at least try. He might even attempt to draw a spade on one of your nails to be fancy, but it’ll look more like a blob on your hand.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST #TWST x Reader #TWST Wonderland #Riddle Rosehearts #Riddle Rosehearts x Reader #Riddle x Reader #Ace Trappola #Ace Trappola x Reader #Ace x Reader #Deuce Spade #Deuce Spade x Reader #Deuce x Reader #Trey Clover #Trey Clover x Reader #Trey x Reader #Cater Diamond #Cater Diamond x Reader #Cater x Reader #Twisted Wonderland Disney #TWST Disney

[thcfountain]

Dating Noah Includes:

smut & fluff. transfemme edition. (I am not a transwoman so dear tgirls, please reach out to me if there is anything I need to change.) This is probably the last Noah one of these that I will do.

Noah letting you practice makeup techniques on him.

You straddle his lap, eyeliner in one hand as the other gently cups his chin. "Stop moving," you say with a hint of amusement.

"Don't make me look goofy," he responds teasingly, even though he trusts you with his life.

If you carry around a purse, he WILL commit theft! He is constantly digging in your purse and taking gum/mints/chocolates that you have and eating them. He steals and uses your chapsticks and lippies. If he can reach your purse, he will proceed to steal. Sometimes you reach in there and all your candy or chapstick is gone but for some reason his phone and wallet are there instead.

He goes with you when you dress shop! He loves when you model dresses and skirts for him because he thinks you are absolutely stunning!

Noah absolutely gives the best blow jobs, if you haven't had bottom surgery. He looks incredibly good on his knees.

braiding each other's hair!!! He loves your fingers in his hair tbh but he will absolutely help you braid yours too.

He loves over-stimulating you during sex. Whether that means eating you out until you're a whimpering mess or playing with your cock until you're pleading to cum.

You arch into his touch, desperate for the very release that he's been teasing you with, his name leaving your lips in a plea.

"You're so pretty when you beg me, kitten," he coos, touching you softly but not enough to let you climax. "be a good girl and cum for me," he says finally and it washes over you almost immediately. Noah praises you the entire time.

He likes to help you pick out nail polish and lipstick colors based on what he thinks will look prettiest around his dick.

The manicure is relatively fresh when you curl your hand around his hard cock, near the base. A sigh escapes him, becoming a full on moan as you lean down, pressing a kiss to his tip before swirling your tongue over it.

His own hands, nails matching yours, rest on your head for a moment before pushing you down until you take him fully in your mouth. He loves when you take his full length like this and you love when he fucks your mouth so it's a win win.

Piggyback rides from Noah!!! He's so buff now that he thinks it's fun when you jump on his back as he runs around. Usually its Naruto running though.

He also loves when you sit on his face. He's said on more than one occasion that he would happily die between your thighs.

Noah demands at least 1000 kisses a day when the band isn't on tour. And he counts them!!! If you don't give him exactly 1000 or more, he will lay face down and play dead.

"You are so dramatic," you murmur, coming across Noah's 'dead body' in the hallway. You don't know how long he's been 'dead' for, honestly, but you know that no amount of pestering will bring him back to life. There's only one way to resurrect the dead here.

You kneel down and start placing kisses all over his back and shoulders. Suddenly, he flips over, pulling you down against his chest for a real kiss. "I'm alive!" He exclaims.

If you're worried about using the women's restroom in public spaces, he will absolutely guard the door for you.

You know that tiktok sound that goes "she's the most wonderful girl in the world! Could she be any cuter?" yeah he sings that to you all the time to be annoying.

Noah absolutely buys cute butt plugs and remote vibes. He's also a big fan of cock rings and all of these things are just as much for you as for him.

Ruffilo starts referring to you as his new sister!!! He absolutely adores you because Noah adores you.

Doing self care nights together. Noah helping you put on a facemask, giving each other lotioned massages, luxurious baths with fancy bath bombs and flower petals!

Sometimes he surprises you with heels that he thinks you'll sexy in and he is always right.

He's at least a little into feet and loves the occasional footjob.

Watching anime together while you bounce on his dick.

Leaving each other cute love notes!!! You pack them in his suitcase when he leaves for tour.

Tour started a few weeks ago and already you miss him terribly. You reach into his closet and steal a hoodie to wear, hoping it still smells like him. It does. And when you reach your hand into the front pocket, you find a crumpled up note in his handwriting.

'Knew you'd steal from me ;) I love you and I miss your beautiful smile.'

Being bent over the first available surface as soon as he comes home. He missed you and so did his cock.

He loves hair play!!! Receiving and giving.

You catch him looking up hair tutorials one day on youtube.

He looks sheepish, cheeks a little red with embarrassment. "You mentioned wanting snake braids so I thought I would learn how to do them," he explains.

That night, you sit between his legs as his long fingers nimbly work through your hair. It takes a few tries for him to get it right and he is so proud of himself when he does and you are so touched that he loves you so dearly.

he returns to twitch and does occasional charity streams for trans organizations.

#noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian

[touchandglow]

Polish Paradise: Embark on a Nail Journey at an Exquisite Shop of Beauty

Welcome to the enchanting world of Polish Paradise at Touch and Glow Beauty Clinic, an exquisite nail shop Edgware that invites you to embark on a mesmerizing nail journey. Nestled in the heart of the UK, this captivating nail shop offers an exceptional experience where beauty meets artistry. From luxurious manicures and pedicures to stunning nail art and lash treatments, Touch and Glow is a heaven of beauty and indulgence. Join us as we explore the allure of Touch and Glow beauty salon and the transformative power it holds.

Luxury Redefined: The Nail Shop Edgware Experience

Touch and Glow Edgware is redefining the concept of luxury in nail care. Step into a realm of elegance and sophistication, where attention to detail is paramount. The nail technicians at Polish Paradise are not only highly skilled but also passionate about their craft. With a keen eye for perfection, they transform ordinary nails into art. From shaping and filing to cuticle care and polish application, every step is executed with precision and finesse, ensuring a flawless and long-lasting result.

Mesmerising Nail Art: Unleashing Creativity

At our salon, nail art is taken to new heights. Talented nail technicians are artists in their own right, able to transform nails into captivating canvases. From intricate designs and geometric patterns to vibrant colours and delicate details, the possibilities are endless. Whether you seek a sophisticated, understated look or a bold, statement-making design, Polish Paradise brings your vision to life. Every stroke of the brush is an expression of creativity, allowing you to showcase your unique style and personality.

Indulge in Luxurious Treatments: Lashes Treatment in Edgware

While Touch and Glow are renowned for its exceptional nail services, it also offers indulgent lashes treatments Edgware. Elevate your beauty routine with lash extensions or lash lifts, expertly performed by skilled lash technicians. Enhance the natural beauty of your eyes, creating an alluring gaze. Whether you desire length, volume, or a subtle enhancement, the lash treatments will leave you feeling glamorous and confident.

A Sanctuary of Relaxation and Tranquility

Step into the Touch and Glow beauty clinic and feel the stress of the outside world melt away. The salon's serene ambience creates a soothing atmosphere where you can unwind and rejuvenate. Soft lighting, calming music, and comfortable seating add to the overall experience, ensuring that every visit is a moment of pure bliss. Whether you're seeking solace from a busy day or simply treating yourself to a pampering session, this exquisite nail shop offers the perfect sanctuary.

Unparalleled Customer Care: Tailored Services for Individual Needs

We understand that each client is unique, with specific preferences and requirements. Our team takes the time to listen attentively, ensuring that every service is tailored to your individual needs. Whether you have delicate nails that require extra care or specific design preferences, they go above and beyond to deliver a personalized experience that exceeds your expectations. We strive to create a warm and welcoming environment where clients feel valued and appreciated.

Conclusion

Touch and Glow beauty clinic is not just a nail shop; it's an exquisite destination where beauty and artistry intertwine. With its dedication to luxury, attention to detail, and a wide range of services including lash treatments, this salon transcends expectations. We  invite you to embark on a nail journey, where your nails become a canvas for self-expression and a reflection of your unique style. Immerse yourself in the captivating atmosphere, relax, and let the skilled professionals at our nail shop edgware bring your beauty vision to life.

#beauty #beauty clinic #ladies salon #nail art #lashes

[invisibleraven]

I always sleep with a baseball bat feels very Flynn to me.

"Thanks again for this Flynn, I really appreciate it," Julie said as she set her bags down on the living room floor.

"Girl, you know I got you," Flynn replied, waving her off. "Not like I was going to let you stay in a cockroach infested apartment. Mi casa and all that."

Julie winced internally at Flynn's horrible pronunciation, but kept the smile on her face. Even after years of being friends, Flynn still wasn't the best at Spanish, but bless her heart for trying anyways. Besides, Julie really was grateful that Flynn was putting her up for the night while her useless super finally fumigated her place.

"So, movies, margaritas, and manicures?" Flynn suggested.

"Copious amounts of all three please," Julie replied, already pulling out her nail polish while Flynn saluted and went to fetch her blender.

It was a fun night, gossiping about everything under the sun; from the celebrity couple Flynn was obsessed with, to |Ray's feeble attempt to get back in the dating game-"He seriously went out with this dude our age Flynn, I think I need to start vetting his app usage"-to the mundane complaints about work.

Later, the blender drained, credits playing on screen, and fresh coats drying on every nail, Julie slumped back onto the couch. "Man, I needed this. Been too long since we had a girl's night."

"Word," Flynn replied, gathering up the dishes to stack in the sink, pushing Julie away when she tried to wash them. "They'll keep until morning. You really wanna do them, you can wash them after you make us pancakes tomorrow."

"I'm making us pancakes am I?" Julie asked and grinned when Flynn gave her a 'Well d'uh' look. "Sounds good. Bed time?"

Soon enough Julie was set up on Flynn's air mattress, watching as Flynn wrapped her braids and glanced around the room. She grinned as she saw various photos of the two of them through the years adorning the walls, a pinboard of concert tickets, fashion sketches, and little mementos over Flynn's desk. Turning she saw Flynn's bed, and underneath it...

"Is that a bat?"

Flynn turned, confused and then saw where Julie was looking. "Oh yeah. I always sleep with a baseball bat under my bed."

"Why?"

Flynn rolled her eyes. "Oh you sweet summer child. We live in LA! The crime rates here are astounding, and I ain't gonna be no damsel in distress. So I have that as a means of self defence. Also because I sometimes play softball with the other lesbians I know, and it's BYOB."

"You're playing softball while drunk?" Julie asked.

"Bring your own bat Jules, come on. We don't get drunk until after," Flynn replied, sliding into bed. "You ever wanna come, we could use a shortstop."

"Putting all the bi girls in the outfield?"

"Where they belong, naturally," Flynn said with a smirk and then squawked as Julie's pillow hit her in the face. "Bitch you did not just throw a pillow at me."

"Well of course not. Bi girls can't throw apparently, and that hit you square in the face," Julie replied, a shit eating grin on her face as she reclaimed the pillow.

"Just for that, I want chocolate chips in my pancakes," Flynn grumbled as she turned off the light.

"Like I wasn't going to make those anyways," Julie replied. "Night Flynn."

"Night Jules."

They slept well that night, but Flynn had to crow with laughter the next morning when Julie's pancakes were all shaped like baseball bats.

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10 Essential Women's Grooming Tips for Every Occasion

Introduction:

Grooming isn't just about looking good; it's about feeling confident and comfortable in your own skin. Whether you're getting ready for a day at the office, a night out with friends, or simply want to elevate your everyday look, these 10 grooming tips will help you put your best foot forward in any situation.

Skincare is Key: Start with a solid skincare routine tailored to your skin type. Cleansing, toning, and moisturizing daily can work wonders for your complexion. Don't forget sunscreen during the day to protect your skin from harmful UV rays.

Healthy Hair Habits: Keep your locks luscious by washing them regularly with a gentle shampoo and conditioner. Trim split ends every few months to prevent breakage, and indulge in a deep conditioning treatment occasionally for extra shine.

Nail Care: Well-groomed nails are a must. Keep them trimmed and filed, and don't forget to moisturize your cuticles regularly. Experiment with different nail colors or opt for a classic French manicure for a polished look.

Flawless Makeup: Less is often more when it comes to makeup. Invest in high-quality products and learn how to enhance your natural features. Perfect your foundation application, master the art of winged eyeliner, and don't forget to blend, blend, blend!

Eyebrow Maintenance: Your eyebrows frame your face, so keeping them well-groomed is essential. Whether you prefer waxing, threading, or tweezing, find a method that works for you and stick to a regular maintenance routine.

Hydrate Inside and Out: Drinking plenty of water is crucial for glowing skin, but don't forget to moisturize your body as well. Invest in a hydrating body lotion to keep your skin soft and supple year-round.

Scent Matters: Find a signature scent that suits your personality and wear it with confidence. Whether you prefer floral, fruity, or woody notes, a good fragrance can leave a lasting impression.

Dress to Impress: Your grooming efforts shouldn't stop at your skincare routine; they should extend to your wardrobe as well. Invest in timeless pieces that flatter your figure and make you feel fabulous.

Posture Perfect: Stand tall and exude confidence with good posture. Practice standing with your shoulders back and your head held high to command attention wherever you go.

Confidence is Key: Above all else, remember that true beauty comes from within. Embrace your uniqueness, celebrate your strengths, and let your confidence shine through in everything you do.

Conclusion: Grooming is more than just a superficial routine; it's a form of self-care that can boost your confidence and enhance your overall well-being. By incorporating these 10 grooming tips into your daily routine, you can look and feel your best no matter what the day brings. So go ahead, pamper yourself, and embrace the power of grooming!

Ready to e!levate your grooming game? Start implementing these tips today and see the difference they can make in your confidence and appearance. Share your favorite grooming tips with friends and loved ones, and together, let's empower each other to look and feel our best every day

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Enhance Your Style with Nail Extension Home Services

In today's fast-paced world, convenience is key, especially when it comes to beauty services. With the rise of on-demand solutions, everything from massages to haircuts can now be enjoyed in the comfort of your own home. Among these convenient services is Nail Extension Home Service, a popular trend that allows you to achieve stunning, salon-quality nails without ever leaving your house.

Nail extension home services bring the expertise of professional nail technicians right to your doorstep. Whether you're too busy to make it to the salon or simply prefer the privacy and comfort of your own home, this convenient option offers a range of benefits that make it worth considering.

First and foremost, nail extension home services save you time. Instead of battling traffic or waiting for your turn at the salon, you can schedule an appointment at a time that suits you best. This flexibility is particularly advantageous for individuals with hectic schedules or those who prefer to spend their free time relaxing at home.

Furthermore, nail extension home services provide a personalized experience tailored to your preferences. From choosing the shape and length of your extensions to selecting your desired nail polish color or design, you have full control over the outcome. Whether you're looking for a classic French manicure or bold, statement-making nails, the possibilities are endless.

Another advantage of opting for nail extension home services is the added comfort and convenience they offer. Instead of sitting in a crowded salon, you can relax in familiar surroundings while your nails are transformed. Additionally, you can multitask during your appointment, whether it's catching up on your favorite TV show or enjoying a cup of tea.

For those concerned about hygiene and safety, rest assured that reputable nail extension home services adhere to strict cleanliness standards. Professional technicians use high-quality products and sanitize their tools thoroughly to ensure a safe and hygienic experience for every client.

Moreover, nail extension home services are suitable for individuals of all ages and lifestyles. Whether you're a busy professional, a stay-at-home parent, or a student with a packed schedule, you can benefit from the convenience and flexibility of this service. Additionally, nail extensions are a great option for special occasions such as weddings, parties, or vacations when you want to look and feel your best.

In terms of maintenance, nail extensions typically last for several weeks with proper care. Your technician can provide guidance on how to extend the lifespan of your extensions and keep your nails looking pristine between appointments. Additionally, many home service providers offer follow-up appointments to fill in any gaps or make repairs as needed.

In conclusion, nail extension home services offer a convenient and personalized alternative to traditional salon visits. By bringing the expertise of professional nail technicians directly to your doorstep, these services save you time, provide added comfort and convenience, and ensure a hygienic and safe experience. Whether you're a busy professional, a stay-at-home parent, or someone who simply prefers to pamper themselves at home, nail extension home services allow you to enhance your style without ever stepping foot outside.

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12 best nail stickers for the easiest at-home manicure

In the fast-paced world we live in, finding time for a salon manicure can be a challenge. Fortunately, the beauty industry has evolved to cater to our busy lifestyles, and one of the most convenient innovations is nail stickers. These easy-to-use, mess-free alternatives provide a salon-quality manicure in the comfort of your own home. In this article, we'll explore the 12 best nail stickers for the easiest at-home manicure, ensuring your nails look flawless without the hassle. Let's dive into the world of nail art that combines style with simplicity.

Sally Hansen Salon Effects Real Nail Polish Strips:

When it comes to nail stickers, Sally Hansen is a household name. The Sally Hansen Salon Effects Real Nail Polish Strips are a top choice for those seeking a hassle-free, professional-looking manicure. These stickers come in a variety of trendy designs, from classic French tips to bold and vibrant patterns. With the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure, Sally Hansen sets the standard for easy application and long-lasting wear.

Incoco Nail Polish Appliqué:

Incoco offers a wide range of nail polish appliqués that make achieving a flawless manicure a breeze. The brand's dedication to quality is evident in its vibrant colors and intricate designs. Each appliqué is made with real nail polish, ensuring a salon-like finish. Incoco's commitment to innovation and style places it among the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure.

Dashing Diva Gloss Ultra Shine Gel Palette:

For a gel-like finish without the UV lamp, Dashing Diva's Gloss Ultra Shine Gel Palette is a game-changer. These nail stickers offer an unbeatable shine and a wide array of colors and designs. Whether you prefer a classic nude or a bold statement, Dashing Diva has you covered. In the world of at-home manicures, these stickers stand out as one of the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure.

Essie Sleek Stick Nail Stickers:

Known for their high-quality nail polish, Essie doesn't disappoint with their Sleek Stick Nail Stickers. These stickers boast a smooth finish and a variety of chic designs, ensuring your nails look salon-worthy in minutes. With Essie Sleek Stick Nail Stickers, you can embrace the latest nail trends without the commitment, making them a must-have in the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure.

Olive & June Nail Art Stickers:

Olive & June's commitment to clean beauty extends to their nail art stickers. These stickers are not only stylish but also non-toxic, making them a great choice for those with sensitive skin. With a plethora of designs to choose from, Olive & June Nail Art Stickers secure their place among the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure.

Revlon Nail Art Sun Candy:

Revlon's Nail Art Sun Candy stickers bring a touch of sparkle and glamour to your fingertips. The dual-ended design includes both a base color and a coordinating glitter topcoat, allowing for endless combinations. As a budget-friendly option in the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure, Revlon proves that luxury doesn't have to come with a hefty price tag.

NCLA Nail Wraps:

NCLA takes nail art to the next level with their innovative nail wraps. These wraps come in a variety of eye-catching designs, from geometric patterns to whimsical illustrations. The easy application process and long-lasting wear make NCLA Nail Wraps a standout in the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure.

Color Street Nail Polish Strips:

Color Street is revolutionizing at-home manicures with their easy-to-apply nail polish strips. These strips require no drying time and come in a vast range of colors and patterns. With their chip-resistant formula, Color Street Nail Polish Strips earn their spot among the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure.

Jamberry Nail Wraps:

Jamberry's nail wraps are known for their durability and intricate designs. The brand offers a vast selection of wraps, allowing you to express your personal style effortlessly. As a pioneer in the nail wrap industry, Jamberry rightfully claims its place among the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure.

Kiss Gel Fantasy Nails:

Kiss Gel Fantasy Nails combine the ease of stickers with the durability of gel nails. These press-on nails come in various shapes and designs, ensuring a perfect fit for every nail shape. Kiss Gel Fantasy Nails provide a salon-quality finish without the need for UV lights, earning their spot in the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure.

JINsoon x Calico Collaboration Nail Decals:

JINsoon's collaboration with Calico brings forth a collection of elegant nail decals. These sophisticated decals offer a minimalist approach to nail art, perfect for those who prefer a subtle yet stylish look. In the realm of chic and understated nail stickers, JINsoon x Calico Collaboration Nail Decals stand out among the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure.

Marmalade Nail Stickers:

Marmalade Nail Stickers are a favorite among nail enthusiasts for their high-quality designs and easy application. From glittery accents to intricate patterns, Marmalade offers a diverse range of options to suit any mood or occasion. As the final contender in the 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure, Marmalade proves that achieving salon-quality nails at home is both accessible and stylish.

Conclusion:

In the era of convenience, these 12 Best Nail Stickers for the Easiest At-Home Manicure have transformed the beauty industry, allowing individuals to achieve salon-worthy nails without leaving the comfort of their homes. From classic designs to bold statements, these nail stickers cater to a diverse range of preferences. As you explore the world of at-home manicures, let these top-notch nail stickers be your go-to for a hassle-free and stylish nail transformation. Embrace the ease and creativity that nail stickers bring, and enjoy the luxury of a salon-quality manicure at your fingertips.

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Nail spa in Costa Mesa CA is the best

Polished and colorful nails look vibrant and cast a personality and outlook which is unbeatable. With the latest trends and fashion pick-ups of there is one thing that is never click here to learn more going to stop is the nail polishing and shaping which have existed since decades now and is still going strong

You can be all decked up in the best of attires and carrying the best of accessories but if you are in any way lacking in putting up the right nail polish or shaping your nail,Nail spa in Costa Mesa CA is the best Articles your hands are bound to look dull and ignored. With numerous products that we use today to make ourselves look better each day, there is a need to indulge in some luxury treatments with the nails and get you a nail spa session.

A nail spa session is rejuvenating and gives your nail the right sparkling that it needs. With the careful use of the manicure kits and the right creams and polishes to work on your fingers and nails, the experts make it as good as glowing and new. The Nail spa in Costa Mesa CA is famous for the all-round service that it provides to its customers for the nail treatments and makes them have the luxury of bringing the best appealing nails to life. With the careful use of the latest machines and techniques the Nail spa in Costa Mesa CA have the adequate knowledge of the latest trends and designs which will match with one’s personality and make them shine bright. Nail spa in Costa Mesa CA is an advances salon treatment parlor which caters to all the nail spa services required by the customers ranging from nail art, nail spa, cutting and trimming etc. They make sure that each customer is given the service par excellence and appreciates the service done to their nail!

Nail spa in Costa Mesa CA has salons with exceptional branding and services to match with the world standards and brings the top services to the customers. The Costa Mesa nail salons are particularly famous for being excellent and perfect with their service. They feature the following: Cleanliness and sanitized nail counters Best nail spa sessions Crafty and artistic designs for nail arts service Cutting, trimming & shaping of nails French manicure

Nail spa in Costa Mesa CA has brought up their own store which is now visible to online customers. With the help of the website they can have a look of the services provided by them as well as make appointments for the same according to one’s choice. With a variety of nail arts and services covered the Costa Mesa nail salons aims to be the best in the industry and give their customers a complete package.

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