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christinebloodwrittings · 7 months

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Till' death do us apart: Chapter 2.

Pairing: Angel Y/n x Alastor Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Warnings: Blood, violence, harsh language, the v's. Usage of she/her pronouns, bc the character identifies mostly as a woman.

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“Hell-born, Sinners, Ladies, Gentlemen, and whatever the fuck you are!” The crowd went wild, every single seat occupied. The lights came on, the referee advancing to the illuminated area, with the microphone in hand and a brilliant attitude.

“Here in our humble ring, I come to offer you an event that, if I say so myself, will be unforgettable. I have to show you fighters whose origin comes from Pentagram City, to the Ring of Sloth, and a last-minute addition, which I will leave for last as the pièce de resistance” hungry roars filled the place once again.

“The time has come, welcome to another night of blood, sweat and tears, please place your bets and remember that if your player loses, you can throw stones at her. May luck be on your side, and may the strength of her fists make you millionaires”.

“I hear this is your first clandestine fight, Ricky?”

“Yeah, I mean, in Greed, this type of things are very recurrent, never been to one myself till’ now, still, to think this isn’t managed by Mammon is crazy”

“Well, we have our own thing going on ‘ere”

“Seems like that, okay, so we begin with our first couple”

“Wanna know what makes my games unique?” his friend nods, sweating.

"Unlike normal boxing, hitting the back of the head or behind the head; kicking, either stepping on, or biting the opponent; holding, trapping or grabbing the opponent's arms, hips or neck are totally legal" he announced with a wicked smile.

“So, your players…”

“Either one of them surrenders and gets killed by the crowd, or they kill each other”

You could hear the screams of the crowd through the weak walls of the dressing room, that and how much the demons were beating each other in the ring. They were going very hard at each other, it seemed.

Bloodlust must’ve been the best show this hell-hole could offer, giving that the day before, there was already word around that a fallen angel was going to fight, naturally, sinners lost their minds for that kind of proposal, tickets sold out almost immediately.

“So doll-face, I need to ask ya' a favor” Jambo walked through the doors, dangling his cigarette around in his hand, “I need you to stall the fight, I know it’s a big opponent, but don´t knock him out so quickly, and maybe let him make you bleed a little” he blew a little smoke in your face, a distorted grin adding to his fat face, as he watched your face, no reaction whatsoever.

“A bigshot is here to watch” he smiled in return of your wit, taking a few steps back as he kept gloating about his efforts, but how much does it really takes to properly advertising bloodshed? “Exactly, a true money maker that sick fucker, so the more pain he sees the more he´ll invest, and you’ll get 20% of what he hands out, plus your wager” you nodded, not really caring how high was your cut, in your current state it was better to have a miserable pay than absolutely nothing.

You’ve spent a few days in intensive training, drawing punches to make it seem like you knew anything at all about boxing, was definitely different than waving your spear and oz around. Truth to be told, elegance and strength didn’t go well until Jambo saw you fight, it resembled a ballet, your body moving gracefully and quickly, while your fists could break the earth in two if you wanted to do so.

He loved that.

You took a deep breath, your fingers anxiously playing with the bandages covering your knuckles, they didn't let you wear the proper gloves, according to Jambo, to ensure the most damage to the recipient, however he agreed to the bandages and pads between the joints of your fingers, keeping thus, a certainty that due to an excess, whether due to adrenaline or the tension of the moment, there would be no easy way for you to break your own fingers.

“It’s time” a demoness broke the silence, you’ve been twenty minutes drifting, instead of warming up, “Thank you, wish me luck” you caught the smug smile she shot while watching you walk out of the room.

The bull-like demon awaited you on the contrary side of the squared circle, your breath caught in your throat, not because one good punch at you from his massive humanity could probably hurt a lot, no, that was a fact, but because you noticed Jambo making signals at you, his eyes looking up, making you search in the raging crowd above you, two demons highly dressed sitting in the golden section, the bigshots, you figured.

After the introductions were adjourned, the bell rang, the demon launched himself at you, fully forward hitting your chest with his elbow. You flew against the ropes, using then to propel yourself, a severe punch to the underside of his chin made him fall back against his back.

Mentally you had counted ten minutes, it was time to put an end to the constant violence, the bull took advantage of the second you took your eyes off of it to spit blood, to grab you by the neck and crash you to the ground, a dull sound accompanied your fall, it echoed through the room, a terrifyingly large crack manifesting beneath your head, shattering the floor of the ring.

Your vision clouded for a few seconds, the demon completely deforming, his figure ended up resembling a corrupted dislike of your brother Michael.

His sharp grin mocked you, “So many years of being the devil's defender. Millennia spent training, watching the world deteriorate, unable to do anything for his creations, simply leading them to their eternal punishment. How does that make you feel, Azrael? Are you letting a godless creature win? Are you really going to abandon everything you've fought for? Yourself, your brothers…” he laughed maniacally, your fists cracked due to your strength.

“Your beloved sinner husband?" he rolled his tongue in a sarcastic way on the word beloved, that is what made you lost it.

The demon saw your black eyes turn into a shiny gold color, the whites going completely black, the darkness taking you down into the deepest of the abyss. Your hands weren’t soft and white but black and sharp, breaking into his muscles, “H-Hey, the fuck are you doing!” the demon let your neck lose, air finally making its way into your lungs, giving you free range to let your voice go free in a guttural way, it made the bull shiver and start praying for his life, desperately pulling on his own skin trapped into your iron grasp.

Saying you saw red was an understatement, with a kick the demon broke free, his blood leaving a trail visible in your distorted vision, for you, he had a smirk and your wings in his hand, waving them in front of you while laughing.

“You…are unworthy of all love” you muttered for yourself, the bull looked around as the crowd demanded you to finish him, then his eyes landed on your darkened face, a cold feeling crawling up his spine. “Death, I beg you, spare my life” he cried, “Pathetic” you uttered, launching yourself at him, full speed, crashing your fist into his skull.

The dust from the already broken floor raised up, covering both of you, “Lay still, don’t move, or you’ll be dead for real” you whispered, canceling the nerves and spine of the demon under your heel.

As soon as the dust cleared everyone’s view, Jambo went ahead, taking the hand of the demon into his hands before cheering into the microphone, “He has no pulse, we have a winner!” he pulled your arm up, clearly happy with the result.

A rose fell on your face out of a sudden. The green stem laced with a black ribbon with three V’s embroidered. You couldn’t care less about it.

After the place was cleared, you found your way into the infirmary. There you found the demon, still froze in your work, which you set him free after a swift move of your fingers. His back rose up violently from the bed, his breathing intense and shaking.

“I am truly sorry” you said as soon as he calmed down a little, seeing that you weren’t angry anymore, “I…I have seen you before, right? when I was…alive”.

“Most likely” I would be lying if you told him you remembered every single soul you meet.

“You are Death, the exorcists sent their master to kill us now?” it didn't surprised you that humans like him had little grasp in the concept of death, they chose to believe in whatever makes them feel safer, but the truth was only one.

“I don’t cause the termination of a life, your kind, and time, does that, I merely am a collector. And the extermination was an unknown term for me, until a few days ago.” Sighing, he took your hand in his, “Figuring that out, caused my fall” he hummed in response to your words.

“Are you against it?” he asked, in complete disbelief.

“I think it is cruel enough making sinners spend the rest of their afterlife among people even worse, hunting each other, so that, on top of it, the best and most sensible solution that they came up with is even more blood, pain and fear, they treated sinners like a vermin that must be eliminated, that is not correct, that is not how heaven should keep things in control” your eyes glowed almost like in the ring, making the demon shiver.

Nonetheless, he caressed your face with a tenderness, that could be considered holy, “Thank you” he starte, “If you hadn’t, they would’ve...” you nodded, offering him a sweet smile, “You may not believe me, but it is truly the least I could do in such a conundrum, I am…glad I stopped when I did”, he laughed and agreed with you.

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“Hey doll, come ‘ere” Jambo called you as soon as he saw you coming out of the infirmary.

As you came closer, you noticed two demons in front of him, the air thickened more and more as you got closer.

“This are Vox and Valentino, our main patrons, Overlords of hell” the fancy suited man nodded, his head was rectangular and resembled a television, how odd. “Charmed” you lied, feeling the icks as the taller demon eyed you up and down with a smile on his face, and red drool coming down his chin.

“My, my, what a ravishing creature you are” he had four limbs, one of them grabbed your hand, harshly pulled you close, you mad the mistake od flinching at the touch of his golden claws againt the curve of your waist, his smile widening at it.

“How much you want for her?” Valentino asked, not taking his red gaze off of you, “Name your price, shitbag, we don’t have all day” he urged after getting no response.

“She’s one of my best fighters, there’s no way in hell I’m givin’ her away” being under contract with him gave him that upper hand, him thinking he owned your soul.

But how could you? When there was never a soul to begin with?

“Well that can be arranged” the moth pulled a pink gun, and without even blinking, the deafening sound lead to another, Jambo’s body collapsed, lifeless against the floor, “A real fallen Angel video, will make me rich”.

You made no attempt to move, one of his hands was dangerously close to the hem of your scars, if he touched them, you would probably have to clean his rests off the walls.

“No, thank you” the hand in your back crawled its way up to forcefully lift your chin up, “I don’t think you’re in position to refuse us, perra” another word for bitch, is that the best he could do?

After a few seconds of silence, your laughter echoed in the hall, “Go ahead, you two have not a single speck of dirt about me that I care being spread to the masses, not anyone that I care enough that could easily fall into your hands, and there is no amount of torture you can practice on me that will make me change my mind” you hissed at the incremental of his grasp on you, “So, gentleman, what card will you play against me now?” this time It was Valentino's time to laugh.

“You know~, I just remembered I like to play with my toys before sharing" he licked his lips with his long tongue, moaning in anticipation before finishing his sentence, his lips ghosting yours, "Can't wait to destroy you".

“I can already see the title of the film, 'Exorcist, divine punishment' first of two parts" you felt a sting on the back of your neck, then everything began to spin, dizziness took over you, losing strength, visibility,

"You can do better 'Tino" the TV man sassed, taking a strand of your hair into his claws, admiring how soft it was.

“Shut the fuck up Vox, see you on the other side, preciosa” he purred before you lost all senses.

It all fade to black.

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin lucifer #hazbin angel dust #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #valentino x reader #valentino hazbin hotel #the vees #valentino #voxval #valvox #hazbin hotel valentino

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hard--headed--woman · 7 months

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one anonymous thing a follower wants to know: when did you get into radical feminism?

Ohh I am glad someone asked haha. The truth is I was kind of a born radfem. I realized early in life that the world was deeply sexist and misogynistic. Even when I was 11/12yo in middle school, I hated makeup, cosmetic surgery, and the beauty industry in general. I was very critical of it, saying it was misogynistic, and that I was against the idea of altering our faces to fit the box of the perfect woman, to be beautiful in the sexist eyes of society. As soon as I knew what prostitution was, I was against it ; I already thought women weren't products you can buy and that prostitution and consent couldn't coexist. I was also a raging misandrist kid, I realized very young how sexist and misogynistic our society was, and how terrible and violent men were. I was already annoyed by the way everyone defended men despite everything they do. I knew what transgenderism was, but I didn't really care back then, and actually I never thought about it.

Then when I was 12 I started to read feminist things. I of course didn't read Andrea Dworkin right away, I started with smaller books and magazines, and soon enough I was reading bigger books, Simone de Beauvoir, for example. I didn't know there was several branches of feminism, to me there was only one. I knew a lot of things about feminist history, it was just kind of mixed up in my mind. I mainly focused on books and ressources about male violence, domestic violence, unpaid labor, mothers and marriage, sexual violence, and women's rights outside the West (Afghanistan, Iran, Korea...). I didn't read anything about beauty industry and prostitution at that time ; no special reason, I guess I just didn't see any book about it that I wanted to read, or almost no book. I still held the same beliefs about it, however. Bref, it was from by 12 to my 17 (and I was already the annoying and angry feminist for my family and friends).

At 17 I started to get into fandom culture, and as you know, fandom culture is very, very liberal. There I saw people totally disagreeing with me about "sex work" and the beauty industry, literally calling women who were against it "anti feminists". I started to doubt (I was very young, remember this), what if I was just a conservative after all ? I slowly became a bit more liberal, still not wearing makeup but not criticizing it anymore and laughing with "girlboss" comments at shit like "my makeup is powerful enough to destroy the patriarchy". I still hated prostitution, but started to agree that OnlyFans was a cool and easy way to make money. I started to agree with gender ideology, though it never made sense to me before and I had never really thought about it (I had a trans friend and I used her preferred pronouns and all but honestly I just didn't care enough to think about if it was right or not).

Deep down, I still held the same beliefs, I just didn't want to admit it, because I was afraid of being a bad person and because it's hard to accept that you are against things everyone support. It's easier to follow the others, and I was young and a bit brainwashed to be honest (brainwashed against, as I understood later, the evil TERFs !).

At 18, I started to read more and more books against beauty culture and prostitution. I quickly felt confident enough to accept and express my real beliefs. While I was doing so, I became more and more critical of many things in liberal politics, makeup, porn, prostitution etc... and gender ideology. I realized it didn't make sense AT ALL to me. I hid these beliefs because I was genuinely very scared of being a horrible person or becoming one. I didn't want to agree with the evil terfs, right ? I didn't want to become one of them ? But I kept seeing TRA stuff and it all seemed so stupid and ridiculous to me. Plus, I was also starting to see how misogynistic and homophobic this ideology is. For almost a year, I tried to push these doubts away, finding TRAs excuses, trying to find other explanations for their misogyny and homophobia... I was terrified of becoming a bad person. I thought, what if I am being brainwashed ? And kept reading TRAs stuff to try to force myself to believe and accept them. But the more I read, the more I realized that it was nonsense, and rooted in misogyny, homophobia, racism. It was during the time I was starting to accept my homosexuality (and by the way, gender ideology made it 100× harder. I already had a hard time admitting I was a lesbian, but their nonsense made me even more ashamed of it as I felt disgusting for not liking dicks and male bodies. It made my feeling of "damn, there is something seriously wrong with me" even more serious and deeper), so seeing their lesbophobia didn't help their case. I doubted for almost a year, until I made a post that became quickly famous (now deleted on my main, but the reblogs still exist) in which I forced myself to include trans people because I was afraid everyone would call me a TERF if I didn't.

Radfems saw it and replied, being a bit angry at me for what I had said of course. It made me feel soooo bad because I actually agreed with them but couldn't say it on main ! (My online friends of the time could see it, and I didn't want to lose them, back then). So, I didn't reply to them or just blocked them because I was afraid of myself for agreeing with them.

But out of curiosity, I read some posts in the radfem tag after this post. And what a great surprise ! There was a lot of women agreeing with me about makeup and the beauty industry on here ! I wasn't alone ! Not gonna lie, it made me feel so good. For years I thought I was alone, everyone around me didn't see any issue with makeup or prostitution, everyone around me called me crazy, paranoid, boring or stupid for criticizing these things. And now I had found a community of women who agreed with me, and were so smart about it. Their posts were so well written, full of wisdom. They agreed with me, and believed there was nothing wrong with me not liking dicks and males. What a relief and what a wonderful thing to find out. After that, I was almost ready to just call myself a radfem. My ex helped a bit, since she was gender critical.

At first, I just followed radfem blogs through my main, agreeing with everything they said and realizing that "terfs" didn't exist, and that radfems/gender critical feminists weren't evil at all. I read a lot of radical feminist books in six months ; then, around april, I think, at 19, I created this blog, fully accepting my beliefs.

Since then I keep learning everyday, about radical feminism theory and history, about other branches of feminism and their history. I read a lot of books, watch a lot of docs, and write a lot about it in my little notebooks. I don't wear makeup, don't encourage the beauty industry, I volunteer as much as I can, I try to have the most separatist lifestyle as I can, I talk about radical feminism around me (I even have my stickers! I am pretty proud of them haha)... bref, I try to actually be a radfem and not just to criticize gender ideology online.

I am so grateful and happy I found radblr and online radfems !

#radblr #anon #asks #radical feminism #radfem safe #radfem #gender critical #radical feminist safe #radical feminists please touch #radical feminists do touch #radfems do interact #radfems please interact

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chimairasden · 3 months

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Meet: Beulah 🌒

From Moonlight Lovers! | For the picture I used this picrew.

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Definition: The Achiever Age: ∓ 250 years Species: Vampire Likes: gambling, pressed flowers, reading the newspaper Hates: empty rooms, housework, touch-screen phones

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Full name: Beulah Debois, née David AKA: Églantine (by my other OCs), la Comtesse (by Vladimir and Raphael), Mircalla (by everyone), Notre-Dame de Bon-Secours (by Beliath and Ethan) Pronouns: She/her

Birthday: April 7 Sign: Aries

Height: 5 ft 5 Hair colour: cherry red Eye colour: light brown

Story: Born in the eighteenth century in a hebrew family, Beulah lived the tumultuous time of the French Revolution and the repression of the Reign of Terror. She and her lover received a death sentence for corruption but, while the man was executed, Beulah managed to escape and, thanks to the apparition of a dark creature who turned her into a vampire, to achieve eternal freedom. After wandering in Europe for some centuries, she decided to settle in the Manor right after Vladimir. From this point her story follows the game's main canon events as a possible LI and not as the MC. A more detailed post will be published soon.

Gender & Sexuality: Beluah is a trans* bisexual woman. She has always been in monogamous relationships, but at the moment she prefers one night stands over exploring other types of intimacy.

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Relationships with the canon LIs:

Aaron: her housemate and friend-with-benefits. They have aknowledged their mutual attraction for some times but agreed to keep this relationship casual. None of them is ready for let themself and their past go. Maybe, in an another universe... Possible LI.

Beliath: her housemate and friend. The party animal is the one Beulah hangs out with the most but no one understands why, and no one asks.

Ethan: her housemate and friend. They don't always get along, but Beulah tolerates his witty remarks and Ethan respects her. The only moment they seriously fight it's when they have different visions on Judaism.

Ivan: her housemate. The young vampire is too scared of himself and the older vampire is not «interested in this kind of education» to have a civil conversation with him.

Neil: her secret. Beulah believes that the dark creature who turned her is Neil, so she is waiting his full recovery to question him and eventually reunite with him. Wherever the truth lies, Neil is taking advantage of Beulah's devotion and protection. Possible LI.

Raphael: her housemate. Beulah sees all she despises of herself in him and Raphael knows it and enjoys teasing her.

Vladimir: her housemate and accomplice. They usually have tea, chit-chats and discussions about the gestion of the Manor, but their strong bond is mainly built on protecting Neil's secret.

Relationships with other people:

Eloise: her housemate and friend. At first very annoyed by her appearance, Beulah avoided Eloise for the most of time and, if obliged, acted politely cold towards her. Now you can see them going to Moondance, playing the piano and chilling near the fireplace together.

Farah: her acquaintance. Beulah knows a lot about her from Aaron's words and totally understands her charm. She would love getting closer with her. Possible LI.

Leandra: her friendly acquaintance. Before Eloise's appearance, Beulah missed having another girl at the Manor and Leandra's visits were always appreciated.

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Trivia:

She bought the Countess title “as a little threat”;

She doesn't have exactly the green thumb and kills any plant given her;

Since all the OCs I created for Beemov Games has their name finishing in -ine, I gave her the Églantine alias to respect the pattern.

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If you want to compare, you can find an old version of her card here 🌻

#my oc #oc card #moonlight lovers #ask my ocs #oc lore #beemov #no i have no cishet monogamous characters

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caesariawritesstuff · 2 months

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Okay, so I’m a HUGE perfume gal. I love fragrance, I have quite a collection and it is somewhat of a hobby of mine. I like both men’s and women’s fragrances, and I’ve noticed you describing detective’s scent a couple times in cat and mouse, and Edward picking up on her perfume at times as well, and it driving him wild or blushing like a school boy. I must ask, what perfumes do you think she’d be wearing? You’ve mentioned florals, and one of my favorite floral perfumes is very good girl by Carolina Herrera. It has a strong fruity opening, laced with a vanilla-y rose, I think it’s quite lovely and I could see Detective wearing it. I can also see her wearing something sweeter, like love don’t be shy by killian. It’s a marshmallow sweet orange blossom scent. Also very beautiful. or supermilk by lush, a lemony baked goods vanilla scent. Maybe something fresh and invigorating like light blue from dolce and Gabbana, it’s a fresh green apple- lemon scent. Very pretty and memorable I think. What are your opinions? Also, what kind of scent do you think Edward would like on a woman?

Oh. Oh. My dear sweet anon. If you want to talk fragrance, you have come to the right place. I'm actually a brand rep for a company that sells fragrance and have several years of experience in fragrance sales in general. Soooo...hello hello my new friend.

Detective is absolutely obsessed with Cafe Rose by Tom Ford and Tiffany EDP from Tiffany, and her other favorite fragrance is Black Opium by YSL. She's really into sweet florals and Orientals like Coco Mademoiselle. She's not into citrus fragrances like Light Blue, and detests anything on the spicy sort of level like YSL Libre. Flowerbomb, J'adore, Miss Dior, Daisy, Chanel Chance Eau Tendre, Coach EDP, and Armani Si are right up her alley. Her least favorite perfume of all time is Chanel No. 5.

I definitely think Eddie likes the more floral scents. He's so used to musk and mildew and oil he probably is desperate to smell something sweet and feminine on her, or even a cleaner smell like J'adore Parfum D'eau or Chanel No. 5 L'eau or Alien by Thierry Mugler.

If she got the chance to pick out cologne for Eddie, she'd totally go for Dior Sauvage, Bleu De Chanel, or some John Varvatos Vintage. She might consider buying him Paco Rabanne Fame just because of the robot bottle design but she's not into the fragrance itself.

#caesariawrites #caesariatalks #also if you can't tell this is why i'm always describing what detective smells like lmao

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Hey, I was curious about the world building of your hockey series and why you decided to have women in the NHL and keep the enforcer role as something a lot more common than today's NHL?

the short answer is those are the stories i wanted to tell and the awesome thing about writing your own book is you can basically write whatever you want as long as a publisher is willing to buy it, haha.

the longer answer, at least for bee, is that i do think that there are women who are incredibly talented and that it could be a possibility one day and i enjoy thinking about what that would look like. when you look at players like marie philip-poulin or even nela lopušanová, both of whom are such smart and ridiculously talented women, you wonder how it would go for them in a men's league. relatively tiny guys have long careers all of the time, why not imagine a woman playing in the pro leagues? there aren't actually rules prohibiting them from playing.

i originally started writing the series with bee as the heroine of the first book, because i thought it was a really interesting story, like how would she deal with being one of the most talented people in a room at any given time, but still have to constantly bite her tongue because she was aware how precarious her position was and how the dream could be yanked away at any moment. a large part of her internal drama in her book was not wanting to be a distraction in the locker room/feeling like she couldn't have a relationship with sakari because it could jeopardize her spot on the team/etc but ultimately deciding she could have hockey AND someone who loved her too.

for various reasons, i wasn't able to finish that book (not the least of which an author friend of mine convinced me that as a debut author it would be easier to sell a series that wasn't mixed het and queer relationships and she was right :\) but i liked bee as a character too much to cut her out or rewrite her as a man. from what i can see with the reviews, she is somewhat polarizing. people seem to either really like her or completely hate her. 🤷🏻 i don't regret leaving her in though. i think she's a very fun character to write and i love her friendship with mike so much.

for bee's arc, too, the way she integrates into the team and is a huge reason for their success was also really satisfying for me to write. i like to envision a league that may still have its issues with racism and sexism and homophobia, but ultimately, has the possibility of being more inclusive and accepting. and that's something i'm ideally going to be able to explore in later books but idk how many i'll get, so!

as for the enforcers, i don't think danny or mike are really old school enforcers in the sense that they're completely useless on the ice for anything except fighting. they have contemporary analogues: for example, i see danny as more of a ryan reaves or a nicolas deslauriers type of guy. he may not have the TOI of a top four d-man (yes i know the other two are forwards but it's the general principle), but he's not a total liability when he's out there. there's more fighting in the book than there is in real life, again for drama's sake, but i'll put it this way, des had 136 PIM last season, and a good amount of those were fights. it's not as uncommon as you'd really like to think (or maybe just me being forced to watch the flyers so much...it wasn't as uncommon, rip). and let's not kid ourselves about why guys like reaves and des are both constantly in demand, even if they may not be the most talented players.

if you're interested i have a longer post on my substack about both danny and mike's character arcs and why i wrote them the way i did, including the sources i used. basically my books are romances, but i am someone who is deeply interested in hockey culture and history, so the books are love stories, but they are also avenues for me to interrogate the kind of fucked up aspects of hockey culture. for danny and mike, that was the culture of fighting, playing through pain and ignoring your mental health, the intense and crushing toxic masculinity these men are subjected to from the time they are little kids to the time they are forced to retire. i am doing this too in delay of game, but the focus is on anxiety disorders and body dysmorphia (and the kind of fucked up way that hockey people have of talking about hockey players' bodies).

hopefully that helped answer your question!

#questions

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livvyofthelake · 8 months

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post season 1 lost character rankings <3 post is about to be long as fuck btw. heart

jack… i’m such a jack girl sorry for being predictable but he’s exactly my type of character… he has a hero complex and big brown eyes filled with tears he can’t save everyone but he has to try…

kate of course!!! blueprint for emma swan in many ways…. the coolest girl on lost island… her cunty 2000s layered tank tops and low rise bootcut jeans in exodus went crazy also but that is neither here nor there i just didn’t get a chance to mention it before. anyway. literally you always wanna run away katie!!!

sayid <3 THE it girl of lost island. he’s like if The Smart One was a heartthrob. you knowwww i’ve always been a sayid girl (ok yes naveen andrews was in ouat but my love for sayid is only like. 40% coming from that loyalty ok) he’s so. he’s the tech guy he’s the soldier he’s leading hikes he’s triangulating the signal he’s sooo kind he’s obsessed with the worst woman on the island he’s literally besties with kate he looks SO GOOD in his tank tops and i love him…

claire and YES i will acknowledge my emilie de ravin bias. it doesn’t matter what claire as a character is like, that’s my friend belle from the tv from middle school, we were in the trenches together, i love her always, claire makes the top five and that’s FINAL. peace and love <3 also she’s like basically mary from the bible for real

sun… she’s just cool and nice and lovely and her husband suckssss but she loves him and wants him to love her like he used to and she’s growing a garden and helping jack with medicinal stuff and everybody likes her cuz she’s just cool and nice!!!

shannon. and i ask you. did she really do anything wrong? don’t answer that. i’m a feminist. she’s like. there is flop in her slay eras and slay in her flop eras. and she’s soooo sad right now and she needs to keep all of her brother’s things because she doesn’t know how to exist in the world without him and she’s folding his old clothes because she’s anal and she speaks french but only barely because she knew this guy and she wants to help but she’s been a princess her whole life and she doesn’t know how to change but she has to and she’s maybe overcommitted to her zigzag hair part because she thinks beauty is her only currency and now she’s taking care of this kid’s dog because he picked her because he thought it would help her and she won’t say it but she loves these people so much and she doesn’t know how to show it and she doesn’t know what she’s doing and she doesn’t know how to carry it all!!!!!!!! i’m normal about her.

charlie has consistently been a favorite of mine but i’m just anticipating the inevitable season 2 heroin relapse storyline and i hateeeee it. but i do love charlie <3 i like how he has this insane devotion to claire for no reason other than he just wants to be nice and help her. he’s just a lovely guy…

walt and his cute little kid swagggg. his henry mills realness seriously. he’s about to be like. severely written out rip but we LOVED him here <3 when he gave his dog to shannon…. oh my god….

boone gets to not be near the bottom even though he was a total freak because well. no one else gave me joke material like him… he fucked that old man fr…. and then he died… and frankly those episodes on his death and leading up to it were so crazy i can’t not just forgive him for the freak shit. sorry for being an apologist for the guy who was in love with his sister. i mean be real though i’m a cassie girl i’m predisposed to forgive worse shit like that. maybe he only projected love onto her because she’s the only woman he knows. and he’s gay. idk. it doesn’t matter anyway who cares

jin. i actually kind of like jin now i like his dynamic with michael a lot and i think in season two he’ll get over the whole oh boohoo poor me i got roped into the mafia and i can’t tell my wife even though it would be good for our relationship to not have secrets. i forgive him. i hope michael or someone else tries to learn korean to better communicate with him though i don’t just want it to be jin having to learn english. like don’t act like michael wouldn’t try at least…

which of course brings us to michael. i like michael but he’s also kind of just not as interesting as the other characters. i imagine though that the 2004 writers room was overwhelmingly white and therefore just did not do as well writing the characters of color, so i’ll grant michael that forgiveness. i do like him i think the situation with walt is crazytown

hurley. not even my ouat bias could save hurley from being third to last. i don’t have a problem with him it’s just. he’s the comedic relief yk. and he IS funny, but like. idk. kinda like what’s going on with him and the numbers i hope that gets cool in s2

locke. booooo locke. an enemy of jack’s is an enemy of mine!! we’re gonna have a locke problem!! also i’m literally still upset about how he handled the boone situation. imagine you have trauma from your dad hurting you to help himself and then you meet a younger guy who looks up to you as a sort of father/mentor figure and you end up hurting him to help yourself and you have zero self awareness about it. kill yourself old man. your ass is not breaking the cycle.

sawyer. just. ….😒 remember when shannon was having an asthma attack and could have died and sawyer made it seem like he had her inhaler and told kate he’d give it to her if she kissed him. which is already icky. and then kate did it. and then he was like oh yeah btw i don’t have the inhaler haha! like. can you kill yourself.

and if i were asked to name my favorite episodes of the season? well most recently i loved do no harm, but all jack’s episodes were great to me so also white rabbit and all the best cowboys have daddy issues. and deus ex machina was crazy as well. and the moth. and exodus part one specifically but all three parts were pretty great too. born to run was also good! and can i be frank. can i say something we might not like. hearts and minds was a great episode… yes it’s the incest episode i know i was there… but speaking from a standpoint of like. what makes a tv episode a Good TV Episode, it kinda went crazy. i mean did we see the twist coming? for sure not! that’s tv! sometimes the point of tv is to make you go 😟 and well. hearts and minds did that…

#lostposting #lost rankings

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I come from a family of really WASPy elitists. We don't watch sports because it's "stupid," and "boring" but we watch some thin white woman make a beige box even more beige on HGTV. Sports was considered low brow at best, with golf being more highfalutin and acceptable for like the Masters PGA or whatever, and wrestling being for redneck idiots who married their cousins. Seriously.

But because of @21st-century-flapper I've learned a lot about wrestling, at times against my will lol, and well. There's this gif.

So I changed my cable package around and last week was the first time I watched AEW. Really the first time I watched wrestling at all, when it wasn't channel surfing and us laughing "well at least WWE is on" as me and my sister in law did at my other brothers wedding, before we switched to vintage Teletoon to fall asleep to.

What I found was something that is very operatic. Opera is considered very high brow but a lot of that is because to a North American ear, a foreign language sounds exotic, especially a language like French or Italian. Even complicated operas like Der Ring des Nibelungen, which is like 4 individual Operas and is something like 18 hours long, it's incredibly simple. It's a story of love, death, betrayal, loyalty. It's basic as hell and uses familiar tropes in the form of Norse Gods. One of the 4 just tells the story of Ragnarok. It's just Norse myths. And other operas are more simple, I just like the Ring Cycle. It's the same with Shakespeare. These are simple stories meant to have mass appeal. They are the MCU of their time.

I don't know wrestling terminology. I watched AEW last week and I was kind of lost in terms and phrases. I've dropped into the middle of a lot of story lines and I don't really know what's totally going on. But these are simple stories, so just like with opera, you eventually clue in even if you don't speak the language. The costumes are ostentatious, and there is a lot of violence. These are the same reasons we watch opera, or Shakespeare (admittedly most of those have significantly less violence but that's not to say there is none. Hamlet ends up with everyone dead, the ring cycle ends with a lot of people dead. Unless it's like a 1960s big box office musical, there's a lot of death!)

But like. The themes are basically the same. Friends turn to enemies. Enemies become friends. Someone "dies" and isn't heard from for a while and then comes back. You could probably put a fued over the plot of Carmen or something and make the plot beats fit.

I'm mad that my family treated this sort of thing as whole cloth bad. Smart people didn't like this sort of thing. Smart people listened to... I don't know. Fucking HGTV lol. Like last week I was still fighting the internalized shame of it all. I had to sit in total darkness, stoned, with the tv fairly quiet lest my neighbours know. I legit watched for William Regal and I could barely hear him because I was so ashamed. Lord knows I'll struggle wearing my hoodie outside the house.

This week I'm hoping to not do that. Have my task lights on so I can craft as well. I'm probably not gonna pop an edible because I want to either crochet or work on my Hardanger for my embroidery guild. I'm mad my family framed things as "what smart people do" vs "what smart people don't do" and hinged everything on being smart. My aunt will tell you she is glad she's smart. My mother would have said the same things. But why do interests fall into that smart/not smart dichotomy?

Cross stitch is one of the easiest needle crafts. Can you count? Good you can cross stitch. Seriously. It's reproducing patterns from other artists. Not to say I don't love it and I think my work is beautiful. But it is simple compared to freehand embroidery. I think my family conflates their personal interests with "this is what smart people like" when that's not true. My aunt still believes being a nerd is marginalized. Like girl. Disney owns Star Wars now. There's like 4 Nu Treks on TV. Marvel is inescapable. You just like these things. It's ok.

This post is getting away from me and I have to go to work soon but like. Don't let other people's ideals of what you should and shouldn't be define you I guess? Be a 32 year old lady and spend $15 a month just to catch glimpses of a man old enough to be your father it's cool. It's chill.

#wrestleposting #long post #personal

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ashmcgivern · 2 years

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Aiben: The Great Hunt (Context)

HELLO and welcome to the segment where I summarize the D&D campaign I play in on Saturdays to the best of my ability. Actually, after this post, I plan on posting my PC Zeal's journal instead, since it's already written out and it'll be less work for me.

It's worth noting that the DM aims to create a sourcebook for the setting! Our campaign is heavily modified to suit our PCs needs and so the final sourcebook will be pretty different, but I've got his blessing to share a certain amount of info. Some information will be left vague our out entirely to keep the ~mystery~ of the campaign's "answers"

The wall of text is below the cut - this first one is gonna be mostly PC descriptions so we can get that context out of the way. Enjoy!

Also, if you'd like to see all content relating to this campaign/world, including art, be sure to look at my Aiben tag.

The adventure starts in the continent of Aiben in the capitol of Averias, where a hunt for an ancient and powerful metal known as Morphirium is being sponsored by the current king, Swesdon Wolfram. The Morphirium, once on display as an "art piece" 499 years ago, is the largest singular piece of the element currently known to humanoid kind, and is absolutely filled to the brim with arcane power and magical potential. The event is huge, requiring prior registration and paperwork, for a total of 100 teams participating in this hunt. The winners of this event take home 1 million gold pieces.

The last team to slip into registration, Team 100, consists of Eddisar of the Long Sight, his two grandchildren Makera Flintbreaker and Zeal Eddison, their friend Peanut, and two employees of some of Edd's old friends - Ursa Ironsand and Traverse. Later in the adventure, Atache, Slythe, and one other secret (for now) PC joins the party.

Player Characters

Eddisar of the Long Sight - Tiefling, M, ?? (Lore Bard)

A kind old man, an archeologist and historian. Long winded, gets lost in himself and his thoughts fairly often. Has seen most of the world and has an infinite number of stories to tell. He dresses plainly with no armor or weapons. His most peculiar feature is his right arm, which is clearly replaced by a branch he can control like a normal hand.

Edd is the de facto leader of the group, having signed everyone up for the contest, but takes a very relaxed approach to directing the group. He's keen on being more a resource to the party than being a hard and fast leader.

Makera Flintbreaker - Tiefling, F, 22 (Champion Fighter)

A tough young woman who's hard to impress. She is blunt and doesn't like to get caught up in details, opting for simpler solutions to complex problems. She is a boxer in a local league, and is hoping to go nationally pro someday like her mother, Bulana, was. She has an insane sweet tooth, an addiction to puzzles, and is inseparable from her cousin, Zeal.

Zeal Eddison - Tiefling, M, 23 (Celestial Warlock)

A bright-eyed enthusiastic young man with a headlong, heart-first sort of personality. He's a school teacher, but wants to go to university to study Planar Physics. In the absence of money to go to school, he consumes just about every book he can get his hands on. He endured an intense tragedy as a child where he met Xanthanel, a Solar that looks after him like a son. He's inseparable from his cousin, Makera.

Peanut - Tabaxi, M, 50s (Open Sea Paladin)

A HUGE, gruff, well built Tabaxi sailor. He is a gentle soul trapped in a war tank of a body. Spent a lot of his life in the Collesian Islands working as a boatswain, where some of the best sailors in the world exist. He's a tank and a force to be reckoned with, but also gives the best big kitty hugs. He has a taste for cheese, and collects/consumes wheels at an alarming rate. He is looking for his uncle, Sherbert, who went missing recently and left behind a puzzle box Peanut believes will lead them to him.

Ursa Ironsand - Desert Stormfolk, F, 16 (Sanity Cleric)

A short, kind and mellow elemental. Always stressed, but wears it well, keeps a level head and exudes "mom energy." She comes from a long family line of smiths, but isn't a very skilled one herself. She used to work at the "Forbidden Pit" in the middle of the desert, where nothing really happened, until one day she started having crazy dreams. Her boss suggested going on this this trip as a 'working vacation.' She is, well and truly, a disaster lesbian.

*Stormfolk are a custom race and Sanity Clerics are a custom class, making Ursa 100% homebrew material. Stormfolk commonly only live to be about 35, maxing out at about 45, making Ursa well and firmly an adult.

Traverse - Half Elf, M, 30s (Battle Master Fighter)

A slightly unkempt half elf, with chains around his wrist dressed in ratted armor. Once a guard for Agaras, became disenchanted with the world and realized he really only liked being a guard for the thrill of the fight. He's since gotten himself in a myriad of trouble and was sentenced to prison, but on his mentor's good word he's been given one last chance to redeem himself - help Eddisar on this quest, and he can go free on good behavior.

Atache - Warforged, NB/M, ??? (Eloquence Bard)

A flamboyant as FUCK warforged, a bit thin and gangly, absolutely not built for battle. Always ready to meet with the upper crust even though they've been long removed from their previous station. Enjoys fashion, but cant afford the newest things, so he makes do and calls it ~vintage~. They enjoy the finer things in life, and is a phenomenal cook. The party met up with them when they first visit the Wintering Isles.

Slythe - Yuan-Ti, M, 20s?? (Armorer Artificer)

Sassy as hell and not one for niceties, Slythe is a no-nonsense fashion designer. He aims to create articles of clothing that are both highly fashionable and highly functional for adventurers. He takes incredible pride in his work and is always looking for new sources of inspiration, and new people to model his designs. An NPC named Elana stole a dress he was working on with her, and in a fit of rage joined our party to get it back, take revenge, and also field test some fashionable armor he made for the party.

Mystery Character - COMING SOON

#aiben #campaign summaries #Zs Journal #dnd #THERE YOU ARE ITS PART ONE!!!!!#been sitting on this for a while #was deciding how Iwanted to do this #and I decided imma just publish Z's journals #but I had already gone ahead and written this so #yall can have it #but yeah I gotta be super vague about some stuff with the campaign like bbeg locations #and some other mechanics #wanna respect the DMs wishes to make a sourcebook #but he has given me a list of things I can and cant talk about SO #expect Z's journal to have [redacted] areas l o l #but yall should get the point #id love to include images but it's... exhausting

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Hi I'm the previous anon who sent the ask about Marcela and wow I read your follow up post and I completely agree. It's just very sad that everyone knew he cheated on her:

-Hugo for sure knew he screwed around with models. Even on the night of Adriana Arboleda's event when Armando refuses to party with the models (since he was chasing Betty) , he says that he cannot imagine what kind of beautiful woman he must have on the side for him to ditch them. All the while designing Marcela's wedding dress.

- Everyone at El Mesón de San Diego. Seriously, the way that woman approached him and was all over him trying to get him to sleep with her once again before he got married. Then, when Betty asks him to kiss her there, and he refuses supposedly because of Marcela, but she states she knows that's not really an issue because he had made out with other beautiful women in that very same place and it hadn't tarnished his image nor destroyed his relationship with her. This is a place that Armando told Betty it was surrounded by his and Marcela's acquaintances and friends. So they all knew he frequently cheated.

- María Beatriz. She quickly deduced that Armando was cheating the night of the collection launch before the board meeting and their wedding. When Armando tells Marcela that couldn't celebrate with them after because he had to go back to Ecomoda, María Beatriz once again deduces he is having an affair. In fact, she seemed to be the only one who had Marcela's best interests at heart because she tells her not to marry Armando if she knows he is having an affair.

I don't think neither Armando nor Marcela had people in their lives that truly cared about their well being. They either only cared about keeping up with appearances or didn't care for them as individuals at all. If they had had that someone, the relationship would have been over way earlier and would have been less destructive for both. In fact, it's crazy to think that Marcela never had concrete proof of his cheating when it seems like everyone in their immediate circle knew about it (aside from Betty which was obvious but nobody would believe because of her physical characteristics).

I love your blog so much. Reading your thoughts has been the best and you are so kind to reply to my ramblings 💜

THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU MY FRENNNNNNNNNNNN

NO BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!! LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS BECAUSE IT IS BANANAS TO ME THAT HER FRIENDS AND FAMILY ALL KNOW THAT ARMANDO CHEATS AND SHE IS STILL WITH HIM ANYWAY?? HUGO LITERALLY BE LIKE ARE U SURE U WANNA MARRY HIM WHY DO U WANT TO MARRY HIM LITERALLY TELLS ARMANDO THAT HE KNOWS HE'S GONNA MAKE MARCELA UNHAPPY BC OF HIS CONSTANT CHEATING DANIEL OBVIOUSLY AS A BIG BROTHER DOES NOT LIKE THEIR RELATIONSHIP AT ALL (WE ALL KNOW DANIEL HAS HIS OWN PERSONAL MOTIVES FOR NOT WANTING THEM TOGETHER IE THEIR RIVALRY BUT ALSO LBR HE DOES NOT WANT ARMANDO FOR HIS SISTER) AND ITS CRAZY THAT IN SPITE OF HOW OPENLY HE CHEATS CHEATING AT PLACES WHERE ALL THEIR FRIENDS GO CHEATING WITH MODELS AT THEIR WORK SHE IS STILL WILLING TO FORGIVE HIM???? IT'S SO SAD (OR AT LEAST IT WOULD BE IF SHE DID ANYTHING ABOUT IT BUT REMEMBER EARLY ON THEIR ENGAGEMENT WHEN SHE TOLD HIM THAT IF THEY GOT MARRIED SHE'D BE THE "COOL WIFE" LETTING HIM HAVE HIS WEEKENDS TO HIMSELF, HE COULD COME HOME WHENEVER HE WANTED, HE'D NEVER HAVE TO ANSWER TO HER AND SHE'D BE OK WITH THAT?????????????? THIS WOMAN WAS TOTALLY OK WITH HIM JUST DISRESPECTING HER EVEN DURING THEIR MARRIAGE

also feel free to keep ranting and rambling ABOUT ANYTHING my inbox is always open for ppl who want to scream about whatever their interest are atm <3

#sorry i didn't get to this sooner anon #i was gone all day yesterday #me #personal #answered #asks #anonymous

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nityarawal · 1 year

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I completed all dental work last week!

I saw eye Dr Monday for several hours. He ran many tests and could only propose surgery to plug tear ducts for 6 months to stop bugs coming out!

Some kind of fungus us still going after 90 day cleanse- continuing herbs & natural Dr's protocall- but I need my assets to move forward now with my kids.

I've tried many social workers, 100's of attys & law enforcement/Courts totally failed my family.

I'm sick of their gross Dr's & officers chasing us and sexually assaulting me & my family.

Please settle with ex.

Dr. Natalya & Dr. Cash have tried for 3 months to get me a referral to Infectious diseases and Dermatology.

We feel IEHP & Medical system has failed in medical emergencies and do to foul play they cost my health in tick as well as covid germ warfare. .

This place below will take medical & iehp but insurance companies & drs fail to cooperate. Blue Shield & Triple A have Stirling men complicit hurting my mommy friends & I. Airbnb & real estate brokers are in on ponzi scams with sex Stings at courts.

This is a state/County emergency.

Dr. Scott Partlow says he took a bribe on my court case through corrupt system and boys clubs. He sold Elizabeth Rojo to hospital on a 72 hour hold because she wouldn't sleep with him and was escaping her Abusers. He threatened to slander me too because I didn't want him to touch me and he violated me.

We need to close these de-licensed Dr's down.

If a Dr. or cop loses licenses its for good reason.

Dr. Sunil Rawal needs to be delicensed and deported for ponzi scam against my family.

Please have all criminal's money's donated to my charities so I can attend to mothers correctly.

Pimping pregnant woman to Trafficking Dr's and hospitals on foul play is unacceptable.

Dr. Scott Partlow was trafficked by his father Bruce Paltrow and his Jewish dad trafficked by neo- nazis. Darin David Joye should be sponsored by George Harrison if he's their Illegitimate brother- not my family and bribes from attys!

Only way to stop cycle of Germ war & gigolos is to de-bug and deport all parasites at court.

Our tax dollars shouldn't be paying for all these celebrity Illegitimate brats to hustle my country.

We need full reperations from UK & America NOW!

All kids returned.

No Britney & I don't agree to pimp our sons out to University of Hawaii.

It's bad enough they prostitutes my brother & threaten to rape our kids constantly! No thankyou!

Thanks!

Nitya Huntley Rawal

https://www.yelp.com/biz/advanced-dermatology-and-skin-cancer-specialists-palm-springs-palm-springs

Need x rays sent to [email protected] fire Judith and Alexi for foul play at Cathedral City & medical malpractice. We know they took bribes to cancel appointments 3 days in a row. Need full reperations on insurance.

Close office. Is Dr. Sina OK or is he in a conservatorship?

Thanks!

Nitya Rawal

Need you to file this with IRS so they stop stealing from me and harassing family. I need a refund on tax returns. You sold me out on bribes and promise money that never came! I'm not paying for 18 months wrongful rental car arrest or rapes from government. You need to fix this now or LNC bank and Wells Fargo needs to refund for all rents, legal fees and utilities since 2016 violent scam!

On Thu, Mar 2, 2023, 3:44 PM nitya rawal <[email protected]> wrote:

Hi message Mr. Stapleton & Mathew Robert's daily. No one confirmed or called back about your Dr's appointment today. I asked Christopher to cancel it.

I'm seeing my dentist about these parasites you gave me & am leaving state this weekend with my kids.

We can't risk anymore violence from your mentally incompetent defense team. Do your homework & send in my files. You don't need anymore data or DNA from my family. You've violated us with extreme racism on Gag orders. No. I won't be quiet about your violence or sexual assaults and I will leave to a stare that's closing your defense down if you can't perform today. Sandiego, Riverside & LA are parasitic con artists scamming our people.

Thanks!

Nitya

Friendly reminder: Nitya's Western Dental appt is on 03/03/2023 at 03:00PM at Cathedral City 69160 Ramon Rd,92234. Covid screening reqd. Reply STOP to opt out.

Rest of spirochete video & thread is posted on Twitter for legal/medical/court team:

https://twitter.com/nityalakshmi108/status/1631323994514399232?t=d6Y5hVEduOcUstUCZO-N8w&s=19

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madeofcc · 3 years

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1, 14 aaaaaand 27!

1. how big is your mods folder?

And it's a complete chaos in there ><

14. who is your current favorite sim?

I think I'll never get tired of these 3 (from left to right : Leïla, Destiny and Renji) . They are the true main characters of DH and I still didn't show you a lot about them yet >< I love that, just like us, they're growing and changing through time and learning from their mistakes. Each of them is also a part of me : Leïla is basically my own reflection as a witch girl, Destiny is the hero I'd love to follow or the black lead female character I'd like to see more on medias and Renji represents my dark thoughts/depression side as well as my gay part. They're also all métis as we're not used to see métis characters in stories and that I'm métis myself so I wanted to have a special stories for all métis around the world I guess XD

27. what’s the farthest you’ve gotten in a challenge?

I only tried one challenge which was @bugsims Mini gaming legacy challenge ! You can find what I did here but I didn't finished it as I lost my save for it and all the sims I created for the challenge :/ I might get back to it one day though as it was fun (the GTA part was stressing me so much, @castawavy's Allette Haleman from DH was actually supposed to be this gen wife but she was so perfect I didn't want to kill her and used her on DH instead after the save disapeared ^^). I recently saw the Globetrotter challenge and this one looks awesome to do ! So far, I've seen people (you and @hula-zombie actually ♥) starting it on my dash lately and it looks fantastic ! Is it fun?

Thank you so much for these asks dear @simmancy ♥

#answered ask #simmancy #I put the challenge on my draft for later hehe #also the DH trio is ♥#my babies #the way I'm going to put my own relationship problems into Leïla's one is insane #and Des is totally the kind of woman I want to be friend with my entire life #Renji and Milo are going to be a gay mess XD #I've planned to criticize a lot male toxicity in this story really

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komcrebi-moved · 3 years

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hello my friends <3 I am here! to say as a gentle reminder that this, although it is in the first para of my rules page, is in fact a rule in itself (the sentence being, me asking you to specify which character you want when interacting). I was gonna write a whole thing about this but honestly and truly just. choose a character when interacting please. If you’re reaching out, then choose one. If I’m sending you an ask or liking a starter call or something or other, then I’ll choose one! (unless you want to? thats okay). Easy peasy! The only exception to this rule for me is when I say its okay for you not to specify muse (like, in the tags or something), or if we’ve been writing for awhile and/or have specific character(s) already like, established between our muse(s)!

#( ooc )#( tbd )#its kind of .. a pet peeve as well #if you ''cant choose'' or are worried you'll choose a character and i wont want to do the interaction between them-- please dont worry!#genuinely!! :'0 dont worry at all about smthng like that... i will always want to do the interaction...#just be sure you know a little about the muse(s) before interacting with them hghfdg even just the basics will do #( ie... don't like... mistake Andi for a student or something ? or a woman ? pls i beg you my goodness )#if you're indecisive but /DO/ want to interact-- please dont hesitate to reach out ! we can talk about it!#I will Not choose for you unless I say I'm okay with it.#but- i AM okay with talking about interactions!#i know i make myself sound like an annoying little hardass but its happened enough and like... my rules have been ignored enough. that i am #really . actually getting fed up with it jgfhdhg #but !! if you wanna dm me and talk together about who might work best with your muse(s) ?? then for sure I'm totally down for that!#thats totally ok with me!#just please.......... read people's rules my friends... it makes people sad <: [#ah and this-- just as a disclaimer -- is /not/ directed at any one person in particular! pls dw about that omg #just as a general... *gestures vaguely*... Thing. you know ?#Please specify muse when interacting. And please ? read my rules ? before interacting? : ( they aren't long #anyway my brain is mush so im gonna... go try to de-mush-ify it somehow #but yes ^ that. pls and thank u.. if i sound whiny or cold or whateve its because im not mentally here rn and i do humbly apologize fdfjfjgd #but yes.... a rule is a rule..... yknow.......#just like the emet//ophobia one #if you frequently forget or deliberately keep breaking it #ill reach out to you to see whats up! once or twice #but if it continues i very well may be more inclined to block and move on :s #''but almond how are u going to get any interactions that way''#well im here to have fun... effort is deserved on both parts....#if you want me to write things for/with you then you gotta put a little effort in equally if that makes sense

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crumbledcastle28 · 3 years

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Leo Valdez: He Is In Love

Pairing: Leo Valdez x fem!reader

Summary: a few scenes from your life with Leo, inspired by “You Are In Love” by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: literal tooth rotting fluff and just Leo being in love with you. Kissing and intimacy as well, but that’s it :) This is also kind of a modern!Leo, but It’s not super apparent.

A/N: this song is one of my favorites of all time, and so I hope I did it justice! Thanks for any support, and I am so sorry about my chats and replies glitching. I think we have it figured out now, but if you comment/commented something on my posts I promise I saw it and added you to my tag lists!

Disclaimer: just one more thing, I know I have seen a fic like this somewhere, but once again I just can’t remember, so please feel free to have me credit you if you wrote something similar or know someone who did!!! Thanks @leahkenobi for being so understanding. I was also very inspired by @chasingpj ‘s canciones de mi corazón, which is one of my favorites fics ever, so total credit to them and their amazing work.

If you’d like to leave a like, reblog, or comment, that would be much appreciated <3

Leo Masterlist

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

Time moved too fast

You play it back

Parties were really not your scene.

It seemed lame, given the age you were, to not like parties. Virtually everyone around you went to them almost every weekend, and sometimes even during the week.

You just didn’t understand the appeal.

Meeting new people, deafening music, gross drinks, sweaty strangers, and worst of all: small talk.

Who could possibly enjoy that?

The good news is, there was at least someone who could relate to your feelings: your best friend, Leo Valdez.

With his ADHD, parties tended to exhaust him pretty quickly, and despite how he presents himself, he is quite introverted on the inside. He agreed with you about small talk, saying it was “worse than death.” You always told him he was being too dramatic, but he always shot back with “have you died before?”

There was no beating that. “Touché,” you would respond, and his bright eyes would twinkle with victory.

It felt nice, really nice, to have someone actually understand your social anxieties, rather than just deal with them.

Later on in your story, you would realize that it was one of the things you loved the most about him.

“I’m serious Y/N,” he said over the car stereo. “Just tell me when you’re done and we’ll go.”

He had offered to drive you to this specific house party, and you gladly accepted. Driving at night tended to make you extra paranoid, and spending time with Leo was always a plus.

“Thank you Leo,” you replied. “But you really don’t have to.”

“I want to, Y/N,” he said, and turned his head to look at your face as he said it.

It had always been so easy to get lost in his features. His darker skin tone, his sharp jawline, and his deep brown eyes. They always seemed to mesmerize you, no matter how long you knew Leo.

You smiled at him. “Eyes on the road Valdez.”

“Right,” he said, and looked away with the faintest blush. It was so faint that, now looking back, you swear you imagined it.

“Yes ma’am,” he laughed, and you laughed back.

The rest of the ride was normal. You played your favorite music, which just so happened to be Leo’s favorite as well, and the both of you sang along as you drove. It helped you pretend that you weren’t about to walk into your least favorite environment.

It always seemed natural between the two of you. Awkward moments didn’t exist, and they never would.

Leo parked, and came around to open the passenger door for you.

“What a gentleman,” you said to him.

He smiled at you, only barely showing his teeth.

“My mom would be very proud,” he said. “She made sure to teach me how to treat a woman.”

You smiled at him, nice and wide, and said, “I know.”

Of course you knew. You knew it all.

Leo led you into the party, and stayed by your side for as much of the night as he could, acting as a sense of security for you. He always jumped in when awkward silence started to drift in to your conversations, and he made sure to laugh at every joke or sarcastic comment you made.

For as much as he claimed he loathed small talk, he was pretty damn good at it.

You weren’t sure when, but at some point Leo and you got separated. It may have been when you went to the bathroom, or maybe he went to grab you some water and got pulled into another conversation.

It doesn’t matter. What matters is when you finally met his eyes across the room, and the look he gave you.

It was incredibly hard to see even a few feet in front of you in the dark room, and the look was so quick that there was no way you could have caught it if you blinked. It had to have been some form of magic, or really good luck, that you were able to see the emotion in his eyes as he looked at you.

He raised his eyebrows and lowered his chin, and his eyes softened significantly. A romance book would call them “puppy dog eyes,” but the emotions he was conveying were too strong to be considered anything other than piercing.

And they were all just for you.

You ok? Want me to come over there? Do you want to just dip? We can drive home right now if you want. This dude I’m talking to is incredibly boring. Told you small talk was worse than death.

You couldn’t explain it. You swear you heard his voice speaking those exact words in your head when his eyes met yours, but he never opened his mouth once. It was all in his face.

Do I understand him that well? you thought to yourself.

It caught you off guard enough for him to tilt his head in confusion.

Y/N?

You panicked, and nodded. Your own eyebrows raised just a bit, and you took a very visible gulp. You hoped and prayed that he understood just how badly you wanted to get out of there.

And he did.

You would replay that moment over and over in your head during the walk back to the car, trying to make any sort of sense to it, but there was no sense to be made.

Sometimes, moments were just meant to happen, and the start of your fall for Leo was only beginning.

Small talk, he drives

Coffee at midnight

The light reflects

The chain on your neck

He says, "Look up"

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch

But you felt enough

The drive away from the party was surprisingly quiet. Quiet for you and Leo anyway. He didn’t even bother to turn on the stereo.

You just kept getting more and more lost in your thoughts about how easy understanding Leo was, not only in his facial expressions, but even so small as his tone of voice.

Had it always been this way? If not, when did we just…click? How would that even happen over time? What makes two people so close? Either way, we are just friends, and friends are perfectly capable of feeling that way. And I don’t want us to be more than that…

…right?

You were fooling yourself, and you were completely confused.

Leo, on the other hand, could not have been happier. He was practically glowing.

“So,” he said out of nowhere. “I have a proposition.”

You snapped out of your spiral, and looked to Leo with a smile.

Yet again, he knew exactly what to say to pull you out.

“And what is that?” you teased.

“Celebratory coffees,” he said, “for making it through that horrendous experience.”

“Leo,” you said with a laugh. “It’s midnight!”

“So?” he asked. “We both love coffee, and neither of us are even energized by caffeine anyways. It’s always had an opposite effect on us.”

That was a good point.

“And, yet another pro, Starbucks probably won’t be too busy,” he said, and smiled at you.

“You deserve it Y/N,” he said softly, puppy eyes returning, and you smiled at your feet. Heat crept up your neck.

“Alright,” you obliged. “Celebratory coffee it is.”

He laughed nice and loud, his eyes glittering once again, and turned up a different street.

He was right. Starbucks was, for once, not very busy.

And you did deserve to treat yourself.

He pulled through the drive-through and got you your favorite drink, which he had memorized, and got a hot caramel macchiato for himself. He always talked about how the flavoring of it made him think of desserts his mom used to make, and how she would drink coffee every morning. She only gave him a sip a few times, and he would stick his tongue out in disgust of the flavor without fail.

You smiled and nodded every time he told the story, and you enjoyed how his eyes would crinkle and his dimples would show.

How did you not realize you loved him?

When you were finally on your way back home, you took some time to look out the window at all the passing trees and homes as you sipped your coffee. The streets that Leo had taken were some of your favorite in the city. You could count on two hands how many fields you passed, and they all allowed the night sky above you to be crystal clear. You could see so many stars, and their brightness started reflecting off of everything in the car.

“I think your necklace is trying to communicate with its old friends,” Leo said, and you turned to him in confusion.

He pointed down to your shirt, and you noticed that the necklace you had been wearing was laying on the outside of your shirt. You normally tucked it in, enjoying the feeling of the handiwork against your skin, but it must have popped out, making the starlight reflect on it as well.

Had it been like that the whole night?

The golden tinted necklace had three stars in a row, and it curved slightly to intensify its pattern. You adored that necklace, refusing to take it off since the moment you received it.

Leo gave that necklace to you, and he always looked at you a little differently when he saw it on you.

“Yeah,” you responded, smiling down at the trinket and rubbing it in between your fingers. “I won’t let it leave, though.”

You smiled up at him, and he smiled back, before turning back to pay attention to the road.

“Why don’t we just…pull over?” he asked. “I can see you watching the stars, and we can’t just drive past these perfect views?”

You shook your head at him, scoffing slightly at his playfulness. The night was only getting longer, but there was still something pulling at you to take his offer. You had been enjoying yourself so far, more so than you had in the past, and Leo was right; these views were perfect.

“Alright,” you replied. “Only for a few minutes.” You finish the statement with a yawn.

“That’s the spirit,” he responded, poking fun at your sleepy face and groggily voice. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

He pulled the car over, and leaned back in his chair. Lucky for the both of you, the vehicle had a pretty large sun-roof. This allowed the both of you to stare straight up into the night sky, without any bugs or cool breezes.

It was so beautiful.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, just enjoying how peaceful the world was around you. There was no loud music, strobing lights, or a need to escape.

That was where you wanted to be. Right there. With him.

His deep, relaxed breaths made you even happier. You didn’t like when he was stressed or uptight, especially when he was working, and moments like these made all the difference.

You were just about to pry your eyes from the stars to look at his own beauty, before he gasped loudly out of no where.

“Y/N! Look up!” he said loudly, and your body went into panic mode.

“What! What is it?,” you asked him, and your eyes shot to the sky, searching through the sun-roof for any sort of threat or monster.

“See those three stars?” he asked, and pointed to his right. You followed his fingers, and still felt your heart beating quickly in your chest.

“Yes. Yes I see them.”

“Those are the ones that are on your necklace,” he said excitedly, and you turned your head to look at him in surprise.

“They’re my favorite,” he said, and his eyes locked with yours. Your heart-rate lowered, free from the anxiety of a threat, but it quickened back up and warmed your blood at Leo’s kind words.

He made a necklace of his favorite stars, for you. You loved that necklace more and more each day, but now knowing the significance of it…

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said suddenly, and you wrinkled your eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean?” you asked quietly, and Leo loved your voice like that.

“You look too beautiful when you look happy,” he said, and you saw his eyes widen when the final word escaped his mouth.

He called me…beautiful. Not pretty, not hot, beautiful.

It was then that you realized that both yours and Leo’s shoulders had been touching ever since he pointed out the three stars, and a shot of electricity zoomed throughout your body all the way up to your brain when you realized how close he was to you.

You were staring into his eyes, seeing how they too held such beauty underneath the stars, and he even smelled good. It was a deep vanilla with just a hint of cologne, and you knew it was a mix of his conditioner and body spray. It was a perfect mix. Not too much, but not too little. It was just…Leo.

You kept looking at him, wanting to touch his hair and carve his cheek with your fingers, tracing every mole and curve. You wanted him closer to you, and you wanted his scent to mix with your own so it would never leave you.

You wanted to…you wanted to kiss him.

I want to kiss him, you thought. I want to kiss my best friend, and I want him to kiss me back. I want to sit in this car under these perfect stars and kiss and never stop.

Gods.

“Y/N,” Leo whispered, ever so slightly moving his head towards yours, making his scent and his presence and soft hair his stupid, perfect lips even more prevalent.

But your anxiety once again found a reason to muck everything up.

“I’m tired Leo,” you said kindly, and leaned back into your seat.

“Let’s go home.”

Leo stayed leaning forward, shock and maybe a hint of disappointment still obvious on his features, before leaning back into his own seat and clearing his throat.

“Right,” he said, and placed his hands on the wheel.

“Home.”

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

Leo continued the drive in silence, and you continued to roll your necklace around your fingertips, deep in thought.

You felt like waking up from a fog, and the heaviness of what Leo had been doing for you the entire night was starting to weigh on your shoulders. The silence surrounding you was only making it worse.

How could you have been so blind? Leo had taken you all the way out to this party, and he was completely open to leaving even in the first few minutes. He had looked at you with so much acceptance throughout the entire evening, and never judged you. Not once. He was a perfect gentleman, but still treated you as a person. As a woman.

He bought you coffee, your favorite kind, and shared with you personal details about his mom and his childhood that not even his own friends knew about. He brought you, only you, out to see his favorite stars in the pitch black, and even made you a necklace out of them.

He was revealing more and more to you as your relationship continued, and you felt blind and stupid. Waves and waves of realization continued to flow over you throughout the entire way home, and even a glance at Leo’s face made your cheeks heat up.

You looked down and smiled at your necklace, and Leo chuckled beside you.

“What is that smile for?” he asked with a laugh.

“Nothing,” you said. “Nothing at all.”

Leo finally pulled up into your driveway, and walked you up to your doorstep.

“Thank you Leo,” you said. “For everything.”

“Sure thing my lady,” he said with a laugh “Anything for you.”

He smiled at you, his eyes glowing slightly in the moonlight, and took a deep breath.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, or whenever you feel like. I’ll be there.”

He looked you up and down and turned to walk away, sticking his hands in his pockets, and it was one of those moments that happened in slow-motion. Some instinct inside of you knew that it was now or never, and you weren’t going to let a boy like that just walk away from you. Not after everything that you knew now.

“Wait,” you said, and he turned around on his heel to face you again.

He didn’t even get a chance to ask you what was up. You jogged down your cement stairs, pulled him in by his collar, and pressed your lips to his. A breath escaped his nose in shock, and his eyes widened at the feeling, but they slowly fluttered shut, and he returned the pressure.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and delicately placed his hands on your face, pulling you in closer as gently as he could. The feeling of your skin against his hands was addicting, and he could have sworn smoke was coming out of his ears.

You were kissing him. He was kissing you.

You were kissing him.

A small whine escaped both of your lips when you forced yourself to pull away, and the street lights framed both of your faces beautifully. You pecked his nose, then pecked both of his burning hot cheeks, unable to keep your lips away from him.

His eyes looked drunk on the feeling of you, and you giggled a bit before finally speaking.

“Was that ok?”

He looked at you like you were crazy.

“Uh…yes!” he said. “Gods I didn’t want to stop.”

You looked down in a blush, and he used his pointer finger to move your chin back up.

“I was just too much of a wimp to try it earlier,” he said, and pecked your lips for a few more seconds. Even the faintest touch from him made your eyes roll back into your head.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you whispered into his lips. “And the day after that, and the day after that-”

“Yes!” he said, and fist bumped the air.

“I’ll see ya then!” he said, and sprinted back to his car, skipping and jumping as he did so.

You laughed so hard tears came to your eyes.

Happy tears.

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

This was real. You and Leo were actually dating. It wasn’t some fantasy, or something you longed for every time you saw him.

It was real.

And to say you two were attached at the hip would have been an understatement. It got so bad that you ended up having what Leo called “sleepovers” at each other’s houses almost every night, no matter if it was a weekend or a weeknight, and all of your friends invited you places together. They knew that one way or another, you would show up together anyways.

You were so…happy.

Your favorite nights to have sleepovers were the weekends though. You two were able to stay up as late as you wanted, talking about everything and anything until the early hours of the morning, and you didn’t even wake up until 11 or 12. Leo always let you borrow his shirts, and he always insisted on having his arms around you in some way or another as you fell asleep.

“Is it a crime to want to touch my girlfriend in my own bed?” he would ask every time you teased him, and you would laugh and kiss him passionately.

One of your favorite parts though, was that he vowed to make you breakfast every time you stayed. He would always make your favorite toast and eggs, along with warm coffee and usually some sort of fruit as a side.

You would wake up in his incredibly comfortable bed with his “Cabin 9 Hephaestus” shirt on, and you would feel around for his body to cuddle into him. You would smell the warm toast and hear the sizzling eggs, and a huge smile would come to your face every time.

You would yawn and stretch your muscles, and make your way down into his kitchen. His naked torso would be revealed in all its glory, and he would be facing away from you, cooking away. His back was beautifully toned, and his darker skin tone was just beautiful.

You didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much.

“Morning,” you said on one specific Sunday, and he turned around with his bright smile.

“Morning amor,” he said. “I made your favorites.”

“Of course you did,” you said, and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“What can i say, I keep my word don’t I?”

“Yes Leo,” you said and squished your cheek into his arm. “You always do.”

He turned around and kissed the top of your head, before shooing you back to the dining room table.

“Go on and sit down,” he laughed. “I know you’re hungry.”

You laughed and sat, letting him place your numerous plates and coffee cup in front of you.

“Gods this smells good,” you said, and he pecked your cheek before sitting down.

“Bon Appetite,” he said, and you began to eat your breakfast.

“You ate right?” you asked him before taking a sip of your drink.

“I did. Just over twenty minutes ago.”

“Good,” you responded, and continued eating.

Leo rested his head on his hand and took in the sight of you. A light smile was plastered on your face every time he cooked you something, and seeing you in his shirt warmed him from the inside out. He could stare at you for hours, and he definitely did the night before.

“Is there something on my face?” you asked him.

“No, no,” he said and took your free hand in his. “I just love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded instantly, and he kissed the top of your hand.

“So,” he asked you after a few more moments. “Any uh…any trouble sleeping?”

You knew exactly what he was asking. He was asking about the frequent nightmares you would get from your time as a demigod at Camp Half Blood. They caused your whole body to shake and convulse, and sometimes even scream. Leo would get very similar ones.

But luckily… those nightmares became few and far between ever since you had Leo beside you.

“No,” you responded. “None.”

“Me neither,” he said, and that mutual understanding that started months ago at the house party passed between you two once more. You both knew it was because of the other that the nightmares began to fade away, and even if they did make a rare appearance, the both of you were there for each other through every moment.

Always.

Your fears and ghosts that haunted you at night had finally disappeared.

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love

During one specific sleepover, the conversation of what you wanted for your individual futures was discussed more so than it had been in the past. Your hopes and dreams began pouring out of you, and Leo listened to you as intently as always.

Career plans, future apartments, and dogs were the main contenders.

“I just…” you began after a while. “I just love cities. I love the hustle and bustle, and I love looking out the window and seeing all the people. Every one of them has individual lives and individual destinations, and even individual worries! It makes me feel so…small. Not in a bad way, but it just makes me think of the huge puzzle that everyone in the world makes up, and how I’m just one small piece of it. It really puts things in perspective, and it makes me realize what is actually important to me in my life.”

You look back at Leo, and see a very unique look on his face. It wasn’t pain or discomfort, but his eyes had furrowed, and his jaw was tense. It looked as if he was holding back a cry.

“Leo?” you asked, and concern coated your voice. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

He took a deep breath, and a faint smile appeared on his mouth.

“I…” he began, emotion prevalent in his voice. “I can’t wait for you. I can’t want to watch you.”

Your heart quickened, and you found it increasingly difficult to get a whole breath of air into your lungs.

“You mean…you mean you’d come with me? You want that too?”

“Y/N,” he said and held your hands to his face. “I’d follow you anywhere. You’re my best friend.”

You closed your eyes, letting the tears escape, and you felt him tap his finger on the top of your right hand three times.

I. Love. You.

“Oh Leo,” you said, and the both of you were crying now. “I love you too.”

You pulled him into a proper kiss, and you refused to let his lips leave yours for several minutes. You ran your hands over each other’s bodies, trying to get the other as close as possible. Your bodies fell into their natural rhythms, and you felt the love and sincerity from him in every touch of his skin against yours.

It wasn’t about huge love confessions anymore, or huge shows to prove just how much you cared about the other.

All you needed was Leo’s small touch and kind words, and you knew he was in love.

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

Those dreams of moving to a city? They actually came true. And Leo followed you every step of the way, through every trial, and every happy moment. He held you when you cried out of frustration, but he was also there through every scream of joy.

He was there to carry you through all of it, and you carried him as well.

Thank the gods.

The only downside of your life was that you and Leo were forced to work on opposite sides of the city. That meant that dropping off a coffee for him every morning or meeting up for lunch was near impossible. Your friends would talk about meeting up with their partners, and your heart always sank a bit whenever they mentioned it. You wanted nothing more than to just eat with Leo for a few extra minutes every day, and it made you jealous that other people got to spend more time with him than you could.

You and Leo were having a nice conversation on the couch one day about your work schedules when you confronted him with these feelings. You said that you missed him throughout the day, and it made you sad that there was no way to see each other due to your different careers.

“You know,” he began, “I feel the same way.”

You smiled at him sadly, and looked at your feet to try and think of some sort of solution.

“I miss you so much,” he said. “I miss you so much that I’ve been keeping a secret from you.”

He said that with a laugh, but you were caught a bit off guard with the word “secret.”

“What do you mean?” you asked with a laugh, and he combed some hair away from your face.

“Remember when we spent the night together for the first time?”

“Yeah,” you said, and the sweet memories of that night forced a smile onto your face. “That feels like yesterday.”

“We took a selfie right before we fell asleep,” he said. “You were laying on my chest, all tucked in and warm, and I had my arm wrapped around you.”

You nodded at him, silently asking him to continue.

“Well, I printed out that picture after the first week of my job,” he said. “And I’ve kept that picture framed in my office ever since.”

You looked into his eyes, and you felt tears cloud your own vision. You realized in that moment why poets and authors spend so many pages and write so many stanzas trying to describe how love feels. You understood why so many gods had gone to war with one another, even against their own brothers, in the name of love.

Because this…this feeling…

…it was absolutely indescribable.

You are in love, true love

You are in love

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Your Dad, My Daddy

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)

Genre: Smut, just so much smut

Word count: 9.4k

Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu

Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.

“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house.

It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.

“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”

She quickly pecks the man on his cheek before walking over to the shiny silver fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of water. “Dad, this is Bunny, Bunny this is Dad,” she gestures between the two of you.

When her father glances up from his phone to give you a nod of acknowledgement, you’re taken aback by how handsome he is.

You can tell from the slight wrinkles around his lips and the crinkles by his eyes that he’s definitely a much older man, but other than that he’s flawless. The angle of his jaw is sharp but soft, lower face darkened by his five o’clock shadow. His chocolate brown eyes are complemented by plump, pink lips that would look even better swollen and shiny with saliva. Dark, shiny locks are gathered into a low ponytail and you wonder how they would feel fisted in your fingers. He’s gorgeous in a rugged, mature way that boys your age aren’t and could never hope to be.

Hitomi never told you her dad was hot but then again, why would she?

“Mr. Ukai, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet him.

He waves his hand in the air dismissively, “Ah, you can just call me Keishin. No need to be so formal.”

Hitomi mutters a frustrated “shit” under her breath and it takes you a few moments to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you.

“I left my textbook in the car, I have to go grab it,” she sighs then turns to her dad. “You, don’t scare off my friend, please.”

Keishin puts a hand on his heart, a falsely serious expression on his face. “I won’t, scout’s honor.”

She just rolls her eyes, exiting the kitchen the same way you entered. The front door slams shut, leaving you alone with your friend’s very hot dad.

Keishin looks up at you then quickly looks away, unsure how to interact with his daughter’s friends. “So is, uh, Bunny your real name?” he asks, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Leaning against the table he’s seated at, you fold your arms across your chest, fully aware of how low cut your top is. You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly flicker down to your cleavage then back up to your face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I… I’m just trying to make conversation,” he laughs nervously.

“Hm, well, the short answer is no. You’ll have to get to know me a bit better before I give you the long answer.”

He snorts, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. “What gave you the confidence to speak like this to your elders?”

Taking a step towards him, you twirl a piece of hair around your finger and shyly peer up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know, but maybe you can teach me how to behave.”

A light blush colors his cheeks and his eyes widen with surprise. “I-I don’t know what you’re implying, but it’s not... appropriate,” he stutters, taking a step backwards to try to put some distance between you.

You sidle up to him, reaching out a hand to caress his well-muscled arm. When he makes no move to stop your petting, you bite your lip and get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Who said we had to be appropriate?”

His mouth is slightly agape, lips moving every so often, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “I—” he starts.

The sound of the front door slamming open makes you both jump apart, trying to appear as casual as possible.

“I got it! We can go study now,” Hitomi proclaims, waving the book around in her hands. She glances at you, then at her father and notices the way you’re completely turned away from each other. “Oh my God, Dad, what did you do?” she groans.

He holds up both hands in surrender, shaking his head emphatically. “I didn’t do anything! Why do you always think I did something?”

Your friend strides over to lightly punch his shoulder, a disapproving but loving expression on her face. “Because you’re weird and lame. Besides, between you and Bunny, I’m always going to assume that you’re the guilty party.”

You find yourself chuckling at their banter, touched by how close they are. It’s evident that Hitomi and Keishin care a lot about each other, regardless of how much they tease each other and guilt twists in your gut when you remind yourself that you were flirting with him. She likely wouldn’t forgive you for trying to sleep with her dad and it would cause a great deal of damage to their relationship, possibly beyond repair if she knew he was into girls her age. To make matters worse, you’re two years her junior. What man would sleep with a girl younger than his daughter?

But your morals are tossed right out the window when you take in the sight of Keishin’s radiant smile—all straight, white teeth and eyes that shine like pools of dark honey. It’s in that moment that you decide you’re going to seduce that man if it’s the last thing you do.

Sorry, Hitomi. Kind of.

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“Okay, so L-Tyrosine is one of the twenty amino acids used by the body to synthesize proteins. It is also an aromatic amino acid derived from phenylalanine by hydroxylation in the para position—oof!” Hitomi’s droning is cut off by the pillow you send hurtling towards her head.

You sit up on her bed, squealing obnoxiously as you stretch. “Hitomi, I love you, but please shut up. My brain is melting. We’ve been at this for three hours now, can we take a break?”

She closes the textbook in her lap and pushes it to the edge of her desk. “Fine, fine. We can take a twenty minute break, but we have to go right back to studying because finals are this week and I cannot afford to fail,” your friend warns, despite how she whips out her phone at lightning speed.

Picking at a stray thread on the comforter, you gently try to get her attention, “Hey, Tomi?”

“Hm?” she responds, barely glancing up from the video she’s watching.

You’re not sure how to broach the subject, but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush so you just come right out and say it. “Has anyone told you your dad’s kinda hot?”

That makes her stop, her head jerking up from her phone at lightning speed. “What!? That old geezer?” She sounds dumbfounded, incredulous at the prospect that someone would be interested in her father.

“Yeah girl, he’s a total DILF,” you confess, making a little fanning motion with your hand like you’re burning up inside just thinking about him, and it’s not that far from the truth.

Hitomi makes no effort to hide her feelings, disgust clearly evident in her delicate features. “Ew! You have to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking! He’s really sexy,” you muse dreamily.

She claps both hands over her ears, yelling at the top of her lungs to drown you out. “I never want to hear you say that my old man is ‘sexy’ ever again!”

You childishly stick your tongue out at her. “Hey! I’m just speaking the truth. You have to have had friends say the same thing.”

Removing her hands from her ears, she brings one up to stroke her chin, seemingly deep in thought. “Now that I think about it, back in high school my friends were a lot more enthusiastic about coming over once they met my father.”

You feel vindicated by her personal testimony, even if she thinks you’re gross. “See? I’m not the only one who finds your dad ridiculously attractive.”

Hitomi gags dramatically as if she’s going to puke and judging by the look on her face, she just might. “Please, no more, I’m begging you.”

“Fine, fine I’ll stop, but don’t act surprised when I become your new stepmom,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

“You’re younger than me, don’t even joke about that,” she shudders in horror. “Okay, with that we need to get back to studying amino acids and proteins.”

“Whatever you say, future stepdaughter.” You muster your best motherly voice, sickeningly sweet and a touch passive aggressive.

This time, it’s Hitomi’s turn to throw a pillow at you.

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Since the day you met Keishin, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind. Even when you’re in class trying to learn about the sodium-potassium pump, you find your thoughts drifting to his hands, his lips, him. He’s simply become too distracting to ignore.

More times than you care to admit, you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers to thoughts of how his fingers would feel pumping inside you. You fantasize about how his hand would feel around your neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to make your vision hazy. His name is always on the tip of your tongue when you orgasm and when you finally let yourself moan out ‘Keishin,’ you know enough is enough. A man his age has to know exactly how to make a woman scream and writhe in pleasure, but you need to experience it for yourself or you’ll die trying.

You’re not oblivious to the way he looks at you with hunger and longing in his eyes, you know he wants you too and you’re not above using dirty tricks to show him just how much you want him.

If he’s too proud, too noble to give in to his urges, you’ll just have to break him. His resolve may be strong, but yours is stronger.

Your efforts begin innocently enough, gently probing him for more information about himself so you can get to know him better.

“I’ve noticed you don’t wear a ring. Is there a Mrs. Ukai in the picture?” you ask innocently.

Keishin clears his throat a bit too loudly, refusing to meet your questioning gaze. “Nah. It’s just me and Tomi, always has been.”

“Any… future Mrs. Ukai in the picture?”

The corners of his lips twitch slightly, the barest of smiles tugging at his handsome features. “Can’t say there is. Between the store and coaching volleyball, I don’t really have the time to date.”

You nod and make a noise of acknowledgement, relieved by the confirmation that he is in fact very, very single. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a homewrecker.

On another occasion, you’re seated on their plush leather couch and Keishin’s in the well-worn La-Z-Boy recliner to your left. You’re watching some Adam Sandler movie on Netflix, but it’s paused while Hitomi is in the bathroom.

You take your alone time together as an opportunity to question him more, toeing the line of what would be considered proper. “So, Keishin, how old are you? I know Tomi’s twenty-one so you must be…” you trail off, hoping he’ll humor you.

He takes a swig of the beer in his hand and your eyes instinctively flicker down to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Old.”

You roll your eyes and prop your chin up on your hand, readjusting your position on the couch so you’re leaning closer to him. “Obviously, but just how old?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” he asks, head tilted and a well-groomed eyebrow lifted questioningly.

“I was just wondering if you’re older than my dad,” you tease.

His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m forty-four. Do I have him beat?”

“He’s forty-two, so just barely.” Your steady, unwavering eyes lock onto his own, which are glassy and unfocused from the alcohol. When he brings the bottle to his lips once more, you nonchalantly add, “Maybe I should call you Daddy instead.”

Keishin coughs and sputters in surprise, causing him to choke on his beverage and a spray of sticky beer splatters across your face.

Apologies tumble out of his mouth as soon as he realizes that your cheeks and hair are dripping with the craft IPA he was drinking. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a towel,” he blurts, shooting up from his chair.

In his panic and embarrassment, he rushes toward the linen closet and you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth at how uncoordinated he is, now several drinks in. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal,” you reassure him, wiping your face with the back of your hand for emphasis.

He returns from the rummaging around the hall closet, a dark blue towel in his hand, which he offers to you with a nod of his head.

No matter your protests and assurances that you’re fine, Keishin is even more insistent in offering you the towel to clean yourself up. When you refuse to take the towel from him, he kneels down next to you and leans in to dab at the foamy liquid that has soaked into your hair.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his fingers on your jaw and you almost squeak at his close proximity. He hasn’t let you near him since your first encounter and now he’s right in front of you, so close that his breath curls around your cheeks, smelling of malted hops and the slightest hint of peppermint. You can map out the slight freckles on the bridge of his nose and each long, curled eyelash that brushes his cheeks each time he blinks.

He’s truly a beautiful man, all sharp angles and rough stubble and you can feel your cheeks warm when you realize that he’s right there. If you leaned forward just a little bit more, your noses would brush against each other.

A deep, rumbling voice interrupts your daydreaming. “Kid, are you even listening to me?”

You blink a couple times, coming to the realization that he’s been trying to talk to you for the last few minutes, but you were too busy admiring his beauty.

Keishin shakes his head as he leans back on his heels, using one hand to rub his face wearily. “As I was saying, you can’t just… say things like that. I know young girls sometimes have fantasies about older men like me, but I’m telling you now that it’ll only end badly,” he sighs. “I’m not a righteous man, I have my vices. God, do I have lots of them, and I don’t need another one.”

He mumbles the last sentence, barely loud enough for you to hear, despite how close you are.

Another one? Is he admitting that the attraction is mutual? You have to know, you just have to. Your body practically aches from how badly you want him.

“Keishin, I—” you start, reaching out to touch his arm, but he stands abruptly and quickly turns to shuffle away from the couch.

“This just isn’t a good idea, kid. Just forget about me, alright?” he says, his back to you. A tinge of regret and hesitation seeps into his words, as if he wants to take back everything he’s said.

After the beer incident, the man is even less receptive than he was before, making every effort to avoid being alone with you.

Even still, you’re not discouraged because he never outright rejected you. If he had, you would��ve stopped your pursuit weeks ago, but he only seems to be trying to maintain his composure as a righteous man.

Righteous men are wolves in sheep’s clothing, always putting on a facade so they can claim plausible deniability when they’re caught with their pants around their ankles. But no matter how honorable or virtuous a man tries to be, none of them can resist a wet, willing pussy laid out in front of them and Keishin is no exception.

That’s why you’ve shown up to their house the last few weeks in skirts far too short to be considered decent, flashing little peeks of your underwear each time you move too much or bend over too far. Each time you bend over to grab a pencil or a piece of paper off the floor, Keishin is always conveniently positioned behind you so he gets an eyeful of your pretty lace panties and the little dark spot where your wetness has soaked through the fabric.

After you retrieve your item from the ground, you look over your shoulder to make direct eye contact with him and say ‘oops,’ without a hint of regret in your voice. You revel in the clenching of his jaw and the way he exhales loud and heavy through his nose, frustration mounting each time you try to provoke him.

When your ass and clothed pussy are on display for him, you make sure to wiggle your hips a bit, an open invitation to fuck you the way you both want to. It never fails to elicit some sort of reaction from the older man, ranging from a few groans and a choked cough, to making a very hasty exit, a book or some other object held over the front of his jeans.

Without fail, Hitomi expresses her concern each time her father storms out of the room, red-faced and breathing heavily. He just waves her off, telling her he’s not feeling well, but you know the truth. He’s painfully hard, painfully hard from you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

Truthfully, if you weren’t trying to get him to fuck you so hard you can’t walk you would applaud his self-control and restraint. Even after weeks of teasing and provocation, the man refuses to give in to his desires.

That’s okay. If he’s not going to come to you, you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.

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It all reaches a tipping point when you’re unable to go home for winter break and Hitomi offers you their guest room to stay in for a few weeks.

Apparently she never asked her father for permission, if Keishin’s shocked, slightly panicked face when you walked through the door with your suitcase was any indication. When he tried to question Hitomi about whether or not it’s such a good idea for you to stay, she wasn’t having any of it and told him that you’re a friend in need.

Hitomi’s so sweet and caring that you feel a twinge of guilt for plotting to seduce her father in her house when she’s none the wiser. She just wanted to lend a helping hand by letting you stay with them, oblivious to your true plans, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Now that you’re under the same roof, all you really want to do is ambush Keishin as soon as possible, but you have to plan around Hitomi’s schedule so you have bide your time. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait?

And wait you do. You wait for two whole weeks, in fact. But then the stars align so perfectly that some otherworldly force must be looking out for you.

Hitomi is gone to work and won’t be back until the middle of the night when her shift is over, while Keishin is home reviewing footage from his team’s latest game.

He told you he does this right before a big game so he can tell his players what they need to improve on and get in that last bit of refinement before the day of. When he clued you in on his strategy you just nodded and hummed, not really listening, mostly focused on ogling his muscles through his thin t-shirt.

Your nerves have been buzzing since you woke up this morning, sensing the heaviness in the air. You’re wearing your prettiest lace panties and its matching bra and frankly, you’re feeling pretty damn confident. You look good and you know you look good. If you were trying to seduce any guy your age, they’d drop their pants as soon as they got a little glimpse of your underwear, but Keishin’s not any guy your age. He needs a little convincing, a little push in the right direction, and you’ll be the one to help him.

You’ve flitted around the house all day, just trying to find the right moment to pounce.

Currently, Keishin is sitting in the living room watching the recording on the big flat screen in the living room. He looks preoccupied with taking notes on the notepad in his lap, but it’s now or never, you suppose.

Before you try to talk yourself out of it, you stride over to where he’s sitting and put your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey. Did you need something? I’m kind of busy analyzing my team’s last game.”

Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wordlessly swing one leg over his, then the other, planting yourself firmly in his lap. His entire body goes ramrod stiff, hands jerking away from your body as if you’ve burned him.

“W-what do you think you’re doing?” he stutters, alarm evident in his voice.

When he makes no move to throw you off his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, pressing your chest to his.

“What we both have been wanting to do since the day I met you,” you purr, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers when you gently nibble on his earlobe and your confidence only grows as you discover that he wants this just as much as you do.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn't right. I’m your friend’s father and I’m... old enough to be y-yours,” he mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair, conflicted with how to proceed.

You can’t tell whether he’s trying to convince you or himself, so you decide to give him a little encouragement.

Leaning back slightly, you run your hands down his chest and bite your lip. “Are we going to keep playing games or are you gonna fuck me? Because if not, I’ve got several guys back at college who—”

You’re cut off when Keishin’s hand wraps around your throat, the other braced against your back to pull you flush against him.

“You think your little stunts are cute, don’t you?” he growls, his minty breath washing over your face.

“What, you don’t think so, Daddy?” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him innocently.

His eyes flash with something hot and primal and you can feel the gush of wetness between your thighs. “I’m getting a little tired of them,” he growls.

“This,” you palm at the bulge straining against his pants, “Tells me otherwise, you know.”

The hand around your throat tightens, cutting off whatever bratty remark you were about to make. “I’ve had enough of you prancing around my home in tiny skirts and flashing me your panties when my daughter is around. It’s unbecoming.”

“Then t-teach me a lesson,” you gasp, struggling to speak with Keishin’s fingers so firmly wrapped around your throat.

The way he grins is downright sinful and it stokes the fire already raging inside you. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.”

With some manhandling on Keishin’s part, you’re shoved toward the couch then pulled back onto his lap, but this time you’re on your stomach and both your wrists are pinned behind your back.

“Before we go any further,” he starts, trailing his fingers down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I have to ask… How old are you?”

You twist around to look him in the eyes, a defiant smirk on your face. “Old enough.” Your mischievous giggle is cut off by a swift, firm slap to your ass.

“Watch the lip, brat. I need a little more reassurance than that.”

“Since you’re just so concerned, I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal and more importantly, legally fuckable,” you say, punctuated by an enticing wiggle of your hips.

“Jesus, you’re two years younger than Tomi. What am I doing?” He seems lost in thought as the honorable side of him fights a losing battle against his baser, carnal instincts. Whatever reservations he has are thrown aside when you start to wiggle in his grasp, maneuvering yourself over his crotch to grind yourself against his hardness.

Keishin gathers your hair around his fist, harshly jerking your head so far backwards that your spine aches from the unnatural angle.

“Stop fucking squirming. You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” It’s phrased like a question, but he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth so you can’t respond.

You knew Keishin would be the perfect dom, but the ease with which he settles into the role makes your head spin and your insides throb. Latching onto his digits, you lick and suck like the good girl you are, coating them in saliva as he hums in appreciation.

“Foo wans tuh behav wen thith is wutt I ge fo bein ba?” you ask, garbled and muffled by the fingers massaging the back of your tongue.

A series of harder, heavier spanks make you squeal and squirm even more in his lap. He gently rubs his hand over your warm, stinging flesh as he speaks. “Such a troublemaker. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?” He tries to sound admonishing, but you can tell he’s smiling behind his words.

His hand leaves your ass, no doubt raised to spank you again, but before he can, you bite down on his fingers. Not too hard, just enough for him to jerk them out of your mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.”

You jolt when his thumb rubs against your pussy through your panties. They’re soaked with your slick, the material clinging to your skin uncomfortably. The barest touch has you gasping and pushing your hips back for more. You’re so sensitive from the teasing and you’re so turned on you just might pass out if you’re not filled up soon.

Keishin just laughs darkly at the pathetic humping of your hips and you can feel the rumbling in his chest. “This is what I love about girls your age. So sensitive…” He pulls your panties aside and gently eases a finger inside you, then another as you moan and shake in his lap. “And so reactive. I bet you’d cum just from me putting my cock inside this tight, wet cunt, wouldn’t you?”

He speaks with a hint of condescension that has you clenching around his digits, coating them in sticky, syrupy strands of your arousal as they pump in and out of you. You’d almost be embarrassed at how worked up you are if you had more self respect, but you don’t. All you can focus on is the way his fingertips curl into the little spongy spot inside you that makes you whine.

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” The challenge in your voice is severely dampened by how breathless and wrecked you are even though you haven’t really even done anything.

His fingers pull out of you with a lewd squelching sound and you can hear him suck them into his mouth. “You taste even better than I imagined, but I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Up, little girl.” He coaxes you from his lap and onto the couch so your back is nestled into the cushions.

Sweat is making hair stick to your forehead and you’re breathing so heavily you’d think you just ran a marathon, but Keishin is looking down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it nearly steals what little breath you have left in your lungs.

Oxygen is the last thing on your mind when his lips slot themselves between yours, soft yet demanding as they suck and lick. The movement of his lips doesn’t falter when he pulls your shirt over your head to reveal your light pink bra. Keishin pulls back to kiss along your collarbones, neck, and chest, his teeth occasionally nipping your sensitive flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He expertly removes your panties with one hand so you’re left in just your plaid skirt, exposing your heated flesh to the coolness of the living room.

You’re nearly naked but he’s wearing far too many clothes for your liking, so you blindly grab at his shirt, but your fingers are shaking too much for you to get a good grip. Once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he puts his hands over yours and helps you take off his shirt. You nearly start drooling when all of his hard, rippling muscles and smooth, tan skin are finally revealed to your greedy eyes that can’t seem to settle one thing. You don’t know if you’ll get this opportunity again and you want to remember everything in painstaking detail, especially Keishin’s gorgeous body.

He momentarily disentangles himself from you to remove his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The outline of his cock is evident as it strains against the blue material and you reach out to stroke it, but he just takes your hand in his.

He brings it to his lips, then kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. “All in due time, sweet girl. I want to taste you first.” Your mouth is claimed in another hungry, bruising kiss and you squeal when Keishin takes your lip between his teeth and bites, blood rushing to the surface of your skin.

His head dips down to leave featherlight kisses and teasing licks down your chest and stomach before he’s resting between your thighs. You whimper pitifully as he spreads your legs, awaiting the feeling of a wet tongue or his fingers against your folds. When he doesn’t move for several beats, you come to the realization that he’s just watching the way your cunt twitches and clenches around nothing and the wetness that drips onto the couch each time your muscles contract. You quickly bring your legs together to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze, but he simply pries them open with little effort.

Keishin grabs your chin so you’ll look right at him, squirming from the intensity of his gaze. “Don’t you dare hide this pretty pussy from me, do you understand? I am going to devour you until I’ve had my fill and you’re going to just lie back and take it.”

You nod obediently, your impudence quickly dying, giving way to the burning ache between your legs that can only be sated by a long, hard fuck.

With a satisfied hum, he settles at the apex of your thighs and licks a long stripe from your quivering pussy to your swollen clit and your hips jerk from the contact. Strong hands pin your hips to the couch as you writhe in his firm grip. He gives your clit a soft, quick kiss before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. You grab fitfully at his hair, back arching and hips pressing into his mouth as you gasp and groan from the incredible feeling of his tongue on your sensitive flesh.

His tongue teases your entrance and your cunt twitches, anticipating the first thrust of his warm, wet muscle inside you. He occasionally dips into your hole, but never breaches your entrance and you think you might go mad if he doesn’t give you more.

“I-I need more, give me more,” you manage to gasp, grabbing a fistful of the pillow underneath you as the tightening in your belly gets stronger.

Keishin removes his mouth from your cunt just long enough to admonish you for your lack of respect. “You need to have more manners if you’re going to demand things of me,” he says, before latching back onto your swollen, twitching clit.

“Daddy, pleeease I need more. Ah! I want to cum!” Your voice is so high-pitched and whiny you almost don’t recognize yourself, but you’re nearly delirious from pleasure and your impending climax that’s been dangled over your head for what feels like hours.

“Now who am I to deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

He thrusts two of his digits inside you, reaching deep inside you and rubbing against your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You’re almost screaming at this point, clawing at his hair and humping your cunt against his face. The familiar tightening in your belly signals that you’re about to cum and your moans and cries get faster, louder as the promise of white hot pleasure is just within reach—

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re teetering on the edge of climax, as if you’re a virgin school girl that’s never touched herself before. But maybe that’s the difference that years of experience can make.

Not that you care. You just want to cum.

“Fuck, Daddy, I—I’m close!”

Sensing your impending orgasm, the man uses his free hand to slap your cheek then grabs your throat. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tuts, “Ask Daddy for permission to cum.” You’re clamping down on his fingers impossibly tighter as he fingers you even deeper, and the way he sucks on your clit renders you incapable of speech. Each time you open your mouth to try to speak, more desperate, wanton noises escape your lips.

You’re about to fucking burst at the seams and you feel like you’re on fire, but you want to be a good girl for your daddy, so you use the last bit of brain power you have left to ask for permission.

“P-pleaaase Daddy may I ahhh! May I cum!” you ask, but you can’t even hear Keishin give his approval from how loud the blood rushing in your ears is as you finally cum.

You try to muffle your cries with the back of your hand, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from your mouth.

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you scream.” His tone is clipped and short, not caring how rough he is with your delicate flesh.

If you weren’t already cumming, you would have from the pleasure that’s so intense, it’s almost painful as your body is wracked with tremors. Your legs snap around Keishin’s head and you grip his hair even tighter as wave upon wave of your orgasm washes over you. You hear someone screaming and wonder what’s happening, when you realize it’s you, you’re the one screaming as you ride out your climax.

He greedily slurps and sucks up every single drop of your release that you can give him, as if he was stranded in the desert for a thousand years and your juices are the first sip of water to hit his dry, parched tongue. Your cunt is already so sensitive, painfully clenching around his fingers, but he just. Doesn’t. Stop.

“Fuck, K-Kei, wait ‘s too much,” you weakly protest, but your body is too spent to resist so you just lie there, twitching and gasping as he keeps sucking on your overstimulated clit.

His lips detach from your poor, abused bud and you almost sigh in relief before the fingers inside your cunt pump faster, stimulating every inch of your gummy walls.

Keishin leans over your sweaty, exhausted form, one hand braced on the couch, the other buried inside you. His fingers are hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel the urge to pee, so you try to push his hand away but it’s futile with how much stronger he is than you.

“Hold onnn, I’m g-gonna—” you slur, panicked, but it’s as if he didn’t hear you.

His digits are relentless, rubbing and stroking and you’re a fucked out mess. You don’t know what he wants until an uncomfortable tightness shoots through your cunt. You cry out as clear liquid gushes out of you, splashing all over you, the couch, and Keishin. If you were more coherent, you might be mortified because you just… pissed on him—

To your surprise, he’s laughing as he removes his hand from inside you, ignoring your halfhearted groans. “I was hoping you’d do that,” he says, holding up his hand, shiny and dripping with your juices.

“D-Do what?” you pant, unsure of what just happened and why Keishin seems so smug.

He uses his discarded t-shirt to wipe his hand off, then dabs at your stomach where a sizable puddle accumulated. “Squirt,” he responds. When he sees your confused expression, he follows up with, “It’s not piss, if you’re worried about that.”

“Ooookay.” You’re too dazed and exhausted to argue with him or question him further, so you just flop into the sofa and close your eyes.

“C’mon, little girl, don't tell me that’s all you’ve got. You were talking so much shit earlier and I have so much more to give you.” Despite how tired you are, his words spark new arousal in your belly and defiance revitalizes you, movement returning to your limbs.

You slide a hand down your stomach and spread the puffy lips of your cunt, sliding a finger through your wetness. “Of course it’s not. I’m ready to take that hard cock of yours, Daddy.”

“Attagirl, that’s what I like to see,” he praises, dropping his underwear and sliding them somewhere you can’t see.

His cock is gorgeous, but that doesn’t come as a surprise, considering the man it belongs to. It’s thick and curved in a way that you know will reach the deepest parts of you.

What you weren’t expecting is the many piercings adorning the shaft and the one that goes through the head. A long curved barbell enters through the tip and exits through the underside of his glans. Three evenly spaced rings are embedded in the skin where his shaft meets his balls. You’ve never seen so many piercings on one man, let alone in such a sensitive place, so you gawk at the smooth metal rings that shine in the overhead lights.

“You’re… You have…”

He grins widely and it’s so devilish you think he might swallow you whole and honestly? You’d let him. You’d let him do whatever he wants to you. “Haha, yeah I get that reaction a lot. Never seen a pierced cock before, huh?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m dying to see how those,” you point to his piercings, “Feel inside me.”

Keishin wordlessly climbs on top of you and rubs the head against your wetness, spreading it along his shaft to ease his entry. “They’ll feel fucking incredible, but you’ll have to beg for it.”

You scoff, reaching to grab his hips so he’ll fuck you already, but he scoots backwards so you can’t touch him.

“Naughty girls that misbehave don’t get fucked, so you’d better smarten up quickly,” he warns, making you gasp as he thrusts his cock against your clit.

He lazily nudges the head over your flesh, occasionally letting it catch on the tight ring of muscle around your hole. When he slots between your pussy lips, you try to wiggle and hump your hips in his direction, in hopes that he’ll slide right in.

But he doesn’t, and you’re about to go mad with his cock so close, but so far away.

“Please fuck me Daddy. I need your cock so bad!” You’re on the verge of tears, the buildup of the last few weeks overwhelming your senses.

Making a noise of sympathy, Keishin pets your hair affectionately and kisses your cheek. “All you had to do was ask.”

His hips pull back, then he’s thrusting inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in your tight heat. You whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, but any pain you feel is overshadowed by the way that his cock is filling you so full. The burn and stretch hurts so fucking good that your orgasm hits you like a freight train, fast and hard and blinding. Keishin fucks you through it, his cock touching all of the sensitive spots inside you and the pleasure is so strong you have to screw your eyes shut as you cry out and fall apart around him.

When you open them again, the man is staring down at you with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. “See? I said you’d cum as soon as I put my cock inside you.”

Using all the strength you can muster, you slap his arm. “Shut up and just fuck me.”

“You still haven’t learned your manners, but I just can’t wait to shoot my cum deep inside this cute cunt of yours,” Keishin groans, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back inside the hot, welcoming clutch of your pussy.

You can feel each of the metal rings on his cock, foreign and strange, but the odd feeling soon fades to little shocks of ecstasy each time they brush against your insides.

The lewd slapping sounds of skin on skin are all you can hear besides the occasional moan or hiss from the man fucking you within an inch of your life, not that you can focus on anything else right now.

You nudge at Keishin’s shoulder and he stops the rapid pistoning of his hips, an almost annoyed look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, but you just smile and push him backwards onto the couch, just like you were. He grunts in surprise as he falls backward, but he quickly quiets down when you climb on top of him and sink yourself back down on his length.

You both moan in unison as he fills you once more, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix each time you force your cunt back down on him. His hands wander to your tits, grabbing, squeezing, and pinching the sensitive buds of your nipples.

Ever the troublemaker, you can’t resist making a jab at him now that you’re on top. “I wonder what she’d do if she knew you were with me right now. What would your daughter say about you taking advantage of a young, helpless girl?”

Keishin takes that moment to pull you against him, thrusting hard and rough into your gummy walls that never stop pulsing around him. You’re shaking and gasping, your tongue lolling out of your mouth in your pleasured delirium. “With the way your greedy, sloppy cunt is clenching around me, I wouldn’t say I’m taking advantage of you,” he points out, only slightly out of breath. “But you get off on this, don’t you? Letting an old man like me fuck you. I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Like you’re any b-better,” you bite back.

You cry out when Keishin starts rubbing your swollen clit in tight little circles, your third orgasm fast approaching.

“Fuck! I can—urgh, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. I’m g-gonna cum,” he grits out, thrusting impossibly deeper inside you. He's pressed so far into you, he’s just thumping the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream and write in his arms, seeking to relieve the sharp burning in your womb just a little bit, but he has you firmly locked in his clutches. “Be a good little girl and cum for Daddy.”

Almost on command, you shake and moan, loud and long, as you cream all over his cock and coat the base in milky white. “Oh fuck, oh god! D-Daddy I’m cu-mming!” you wail with the last of your energy.

You’re so exhausted you go limp against him and let him use your body as a fuck toy until he reaches his climax. Keishin follows soon behind you, his thrusts growing sloppier and less coordinated as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. “Shit shit shit, fuck I’m cumming! I’m gonna—fuck!”

With one last thrust into your fluttering, over stimulated cunt he orgasms, his legs shaking as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your quivering womb.

You both lay there for several minutes to catch your breaths. You’re so sore and boneless you can barely move, but you manage to extricate yourself from Keishin’s long limbs. Leaning into the arm of the couch, you let your eyes flutter closed and allow sleep to take you.

You’re awoken by a warm, wet washcloth rubbing against your sensitive folds and you whine, sleepily wiggling your hips to get away from the discomfort. “Kid, I know it doesn’t feel good but, uh, it’s kind of a mess down there. You can go back to sleep, just let me clean you up.” Keishin’s familiar timbre comforts you so you settle back down, still half asleep.

“Mmm, Keishin?” you mumble, making grabby hands at the man.

He takes one of your hands in his. “Yeah?” he responds as he wipes the washcloth between your legs with his other hand.

You rub your face against his hand before placing a sloppy kiss on top of it. “Thank youuuu,” you slur.

Keishin just chuckles and rubs his fingers over your knuckles. “Yeah kid, you’re welcome. Just get some rest, alright?”

You’re asleep before he even finishes the sentence.

----

When you awaken it’s dark, most likely the middle of the night. There’s a blanket thrown over your unexpectedly clothed body, which is now covered in a worn, oversized shirt. It smells like fabric softener and musk, so you figure it must be Keishin’s.

Looking around, you bolt upright when you realize you’re not on the living room couch anymore, you’re now in a large, comfortable bed.

The sound of a deep, rumbling voice draws your attention to the bathroom connected to the room you’re currently in. “Oh, you’re finally awake,” Keishin says sheepishly as he emerges from the bathroom, then points to the nightstand next to you. “There’s some water and ibuprofen, you should take it. Even if you’re not sore now, you will be later.”

You chuckle tiredly as you stretch your overworked muscles. “I’m already sore, so I’ll definitely be taking these.”

He sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, unsure how to treat you after your little encounter. His brows are furrowed, a deep frown on he’s seemingly deep in thought.

“Whatever you’re thinking, just spit it out.” His head immediately snaps to you, eyes guarded and unreadable.

“What we did downstairs, it’s… not right. I’m supposed to protect young, impressionable girls like you. I’m a father—I would die if Tomi was after a man more than twice her age.”

You pull the blanket off of you and climb over to where the older man is seated on the mattress. “Keishin, let me ask you something.” He lifts his head, expectant. “Did you enjoy what we did? Because I did.” He nods slowly, still unsure what you’re getting at.

Taking his face in your hands, you tell him what you’ve been thinking for weeks. “At the end of the day, we’re two consenting adults who partook in consensual activities. Even if someone wants to clutch their pearls because you’re older than me, who cares?”

“Yeah, I get that, but… It has to be some sort of ethics violation on my part. You’re younger than my daughter, Bunny.”

“Even if it is, you have to allow yourself to live a little. Life is too short to deny yourself pleasures the world has to offer, and I don’t know about you, but I was very pleased by our… tryst.”

A cute blush spreads across Keishin’s cheeks as he remembers everything he said and did to you. “Aha, I was too. So, um… Would you want to do that again, sometime?” he asks, running a hand through his hair like he always does when he’s nervous.

You giggle and tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. “Of course I do. We can even do it now, if you’d like…”

A couple hours later, just before Hitomi comes back, you limp across the hallway to your room and pass out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

And that is how your little arrangement begins.

Most of your time is spent with Hitomi, mostly shopping and going out to eat when she has the day off, or just watching Netflix in her room when you’re both too tired to go anywhere.

However, in the wee hours of the morning when you’re sure that she’s asleep, you sneak up to her father’s bedroom and get fucked so hard and so good you can barely make it back to your bedroom before the sun rises.

It’s a good arrangement, you think, you both get what you want and your friend is none the wiser. You figure no harm, no foul. At the end of the winter break, Keishin will likely want to cut things off with you and you’ll go back to your college dorm as if nothing happened.

But the winter break isn’t over yet, and you plan on making the most of it.

Keishin has been fucking you into the mattress for so long, time no longer even makes sense anymore.

You’re sweaty and exhausted, muscles so sore and shaky, but the thrusting between your legs shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. The harsh grip on your hips will likely bruise, but luckily you can hide them, unlike the few close calls you’ve had with poorly-placed marks on your neck.

Despite your exhaustion, you continue to meet Keishin’s thrusts by humping your hips back at him.

He gives your ass a harsh spank and fucks into you harder, making you whine and clench around him. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you? So fucked out and dripping with my cum, yet you still want more,” he says, but all you can do is gasp in response. You’re too far gone to produce any meaningful response. “What am I going to do with you?” If you had the energy, you’d tell him whatever he wants, but you don’t and the familiar tug of an orgasm is too hard to ignore.

“Fuck Daddy, I-I’m—”

Suddenly, his phone comes to life, Hitomi’s face lighting up the screen as it vibrates. The pistoning of his hips slows, then stops completely as he reaches over and grabs it off the nightstand.

He suddenly pulls out of your sore, abused cunt and you almost whine at the loss before he buries himself back inside you. The way your face is pressed into the mattress makes it difficult, but you manage to turn your head to see what Keishin is doing behind you.

Your eyes widen and you try to wriggle out of his grip when you figure out that he’s going to answer his phone as he keeps fucking you.

A hand wraps around your neck, lifting you up from your position on the bed and you have to follow its movement to prevent your windpipe from getting crushed. You’re pressed against Keishin’s hard chest, and his cock is nestled right against your cervix. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just stay still and take it like a good little girl.”

The harsh grip on your neck releases and you’re shoved back into the bed, falling onto the comforter.

Keishin sounds completely normal when he answers his phone and it almost pisses you off—how can he be so unaffected when you’re at your wit’s end?

He chirps into the phone, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” The only indication that anything is amiss is the slight breathlessness in his voice and the occasional curse under his breath.

He forces himself even deeper inside you so forcefully that you’re afraid he’ll punch straight through to your womb. You know it’s not possible, but with Keishin, it just might be. He’s always full of surprises, especially when it comes to your body.

“Oh yeah, sure I can drop it off to you later. I’m just a little… preoccupied at the moment,” he says with a sharp thrust of his hips and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Keishin stiffens above you, waiting to see if Hitomi heard you through the phone.

“No, Hitomi, I’m not watching porn! But hold on a second, I think someone is at the door.” He sets the phone on the bed, muting the call as his cock hits your g-spot and you’re shaking, practically shivering in his arms. A couple of hard, coordinated rubs of your engorged clit and you’re cumming, gushing around him and keening as your muscles clench uncomfortably. You scream silently and fall limp onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, but it’s to the point that each successive orgasm borders on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Better keep quiet, wouldn’t want my daughter to hear you getting your pretty little cunt stuffed full of my cock,” Keishin snarls into your ear and you feel yourself clench painfully around him. Your body is just so worn out, but you know he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. “Or do you want her to know what a slut you are for her father?”

You shake your head vehemently, but the man inside you just chuckles as he keeps fucking you.

“Oh my god, oh fuck I-I…” You’re babbling nonsense to no one in particular.

“Ahh it was just-fuck, it was just some dude trying to sell me security cameras. Anyways, I’ll see you later honey, I love you.” His last few sentences sound rushed, urgent and you can tell from the twitching of his length that he’s close. The moment the phone is hung up, Keishin cages you between his body and the mattress. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?”

You try to nod and make a noise akin to ‘mhm,’ but you’re not sure what it sounds like. You’re not really sure of anything right now, but what you are sure of is you want him to cum inside you.

“I could never deny you anything, sweet girl,” he groans.

Keishin fucks into you harder, faster, and it feels as if he’s quite literally rearranging your guts, he’s so deep inside you. He reaches down between your legs and pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Think you have one more in you, hm?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer. Of course you do.” He rubs your sore clit the way he knows will have you shaking and coming apart around him.

“Fuck Daddy, fuck I’m cumming!” you squeal, writhing and squirming from the painful, aching tightness of your orgasm as it builds once more.

“Ergh, fuck yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock as he fills you up. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, I love this sweet pussy.”

You shriek as you cum, your climax so strong that your vision blurs at the edges and you convulse, sore muscles twitching with overuse.

“Daddy’s gonna breed his sweet little girl, fuck, feels so fucking good!” Keishin groans, burying himself as deeply as he can inside you and shooting his cum into your quivering hole. You sigh in relief at the feeling of his warm cum flooding your womb, thankful he finally came because you couldn’t have lasted much longer in your state.

He flops next to you on the bed, sweaty and exhausted from your hours-long fuck marathon. Throwing an arm over your waist, he pulls you to his chest and buries his nose in your neck.

Hitomi’s not supposed to come back for several hours, so you both deem it safe to fall asleep as you are. Just when you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes from the bedside table.

You reach for your phone, expecting it to be some spam email.

Your heart stops, the whole world seems to freeze when you open the text message.

From: Tomie <3

So when were you going to tell me you’re fucking my dad?

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