#that second para got me fucked up though

[mxstellatayte]

hiiii ! could you write a part 2 for the charles and the vibe fic?

YIPPEE!!

i was gonna write it anyways but now i have an excuse to do it!

warnings: this is pure filth, threesome (mmf,) p in v sex, unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT,) mirror sex, carlos is an ass guy, charles is a boobs guy tho, kinda exhibitionism?, creampie, sex under the influence kinda?, it's all consensual though!

all you wanted to do was tease charles. all you wanted to do was see how much you could tempt his resolve before it would crumble. you had no idea it would result in getting eaten out in the bathroom and then promptly realizing that carlos had heard the whole thing and had covered for you and charles.

in exchange, carlos wanted to make even on a bet that he and charles had made at the start of the 2023 season.

monaco. february 10th, 2023.

"what do you think the odds are that one of us wins a race this year?"

charles looked up from the chessboard, his eyebrows furrowing. "what do you mean?"

"i was looking at the red bull and mclaren numbers and our car splits them. we have a fighting chance this year, so do you think one of us will get a win this year?" charles moves a rook, taking one of carlos' pawns.

"it depends. if my entire radio just sounds like 'we are checking, we are checking' and i have to make my own strategy and tyre calls, maybe. if xavi learns basic engineering and communicative skills or gets replaced altogether, i'd say yeah, there's a chance."

"you wanna bet?"

"what are we betting?"

carlos hesitates, then looks up when he hears the door opening. something clatters in the closet before you can be heard cursing quietly, then rearranging the fallen shoes onto the rack. eventually, you come through the doorway to the living room, and, when you see carlos, your face lights up.

"carlos! cómo estás?" (how are you?) you walk over and lean down, kissing his cheek in greeting.

"bien. un poco nervioso para bahrain, pero el carro maneja fantástico este año. y vos?" (good. a bit nervous for bahrain, but the car drives amazing this year. what about you?) you walk over to the kitchen while he's talking and pull out ingredients to make yourself a bowl of yogurt and berries- your favorite snack to have after work before you take your pit bull out for a walk.

"i'm alright. the marketing team made a stupid mistake so i had to do some damage control that took way longer than it should have, but i know martin is going to give them absolute hell tomorrow for it, so at least it doesn't reflect badly on me." your bowl clinks on the countertop as you sit down at the island and take out your computer, your headphones that were previously resting around your neck being slipped over your ears. "i've got some emails to write for an upcoming content creator collab we're doing, so i'll be in my zone. you guys know the drill?"

charles nods. "hermit mode?"

you smile, slipping the second speaker over your ear. "hermit mode."

a few moments pass before carlos speaks again. "are you okay with betting her?"

charles' eyebrows raise. "what do you mean?"

carlos makes his move on the chessboard. "if i win more races than you this year, i get her for a night. if you win more races than me, you can use me for a night. however you want."

the thought of his teammate and closest friend getting to fuck you lights a fire inside of charles, and while he wants nothing more than to agree to the bet purely for the stakes of it, he needs to check in with you first. "can i run it by her and get back to you on that?"

carlos nods. "just get me an answer by bahrain so we can figure something else out if she doesn't want to do that."

italy. february 3rd, 2024.

you had forgotten about the bet. charles and carlos had not.

now, just minutes later, you find yourself with your back once again against the wall, but this time you're staring into carlos' eyes while he fingers you gently, your legs wrapped around his waist and charles leaning against the vanity facing both of you. your eyes unintentionally flick over carlos' shoulder to your boyfriend who is an absolute mess. he's palming himself over his slacks, and you can tell just from the flush in his face that creeps down to his neck and the way his eyebrows are pinched together that he likes what he sees. before you can eye-fuck him the way you know he likes, carlos pulls his fingers out of you and you whine, but he carries you over to the vanity and taps your ass to get you to let go. "spin around, amor. let me see that beautiful ass of yours."

this is a side of carlos that you've never seen before, and it would be a lie to say that it's not hot. without a second thought, you spin yourself around so that your back is resting against his chest and your ass rests against his crotch. "come on, hermosa. bend over." as slowly as you can, you lean forward, resting your hands on the vanity and grinding yourself against him and you swear you can feel his dick twitch inside of his own black slacks. as soon as your forearms are fully resting on the granite vanity, carlos runs his hands down your back and to the front of your legs where he pulls the scarlet fabric of your dress to gather on your left side, the slit opening so that your entire ass is exposed. "no panties?" oh. you forgot about that.

"i kept them for good measure," charles says, pulling them out of his pocket. "you want 'em? you might have to shut her up. she never stops moaning."

"i know. i heard everything. you two are lucky i was the one outside and not anyone else. now," carlos says, taking your panties from your boyfriend and shoving them in his pocket, "do you feel like returning the favor?"

the whiskey you'd downed earlier is taking its effect, and you can't help but bite your lip and nod. normally, you wouldn't be nearly as confident as you are now with someone other than your boyfriend having you in the position you're in right now, but you trust carlos and frankly, you're too turned on to care. charles is in the same room and you're both comfortable enough in your relationship that it's okay. "yes, carlos. i'll return the favor. whatever you want." as you're talking, you can hear carlos unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks, and when there's finally one layer of fabric between the two of you, carlos reaches into his jacket packet and pulls out a condom. before he opens it, though, you pipe up, your voice embarrassingly breathy and high. "i'm clean and on the pill. don't waste it if getting me pregnant is your only concern."

"are you sure?" carlos says, glancing over at charles. your boyfriend only responds with a shrug and points his thumb at you.

"whatever she says. you're the one fucking her."

carlos doesn't waste a second setting the condom on the vanity, pulling his slacks and underwear down his thighs just enough so that it's comfortable, and pushing into you. you have to bite your lip and cover your own mouth to prevent yourself from moaning too loudly, the stretch from carlos being so different to the one you're accustomed to with charles.

when you look up, carlos' head is thrown back and his hands grip your hips so tight his knuckles are white. it might be the hottest sight you've ever seen. "carlos." your voice is whiny, and you're shocked you can even get his name out.

"hm?"

"fuck me, please."

"are you sure?" his voice lilts in the way you're used to hearing, but this time, there's something slightly different about it. maybe it's the fact that he's currently buried inside of you, his hips flush with your own, or maybe it's the fact that every time you move your head to look up at him, your cunt squeezes around him so perfectly he fears he might cum within three thrusts, but either way, you feel so, so perfect.

"positive. now please. fuck. me." slowly, carlos pulls his hips back before pushing into you, slowly increasing his pace until every time his body meets your ass, you're shoved forward slightly on the counter and your breasts bounce forward, almost falling out of the low neckline of your dress.

"mierda, amor, tienes un coño hecho para mi," (shit, love, you have a cunt made for me,) carlos groans out, pulling your arms back and holding them with one hand while the other goes to hold you up by your neck. the restriction to your windpipe makes your head spin and the new angle has carlos' entire cock running against your g-spot with every thrust. you're able to wiggle your hands free, your left hand reaching back to tug at carlos' hair and your right goes down to rub circles around your clit, making you tighten around carlos' dick, and the combination of the pain from his hair being pulled and your cunt spasming around him makes him tip over the edge.

the feeling of carlos filling you up in turn sends you into your own orgasm, and as you cum, you look to your left, where charles jerks himself off watching you. when you make eye contact with him, though, it's the last straw and he spills into his hand with a quiet groan and his head thrown back.

the three of you catch your breaths and carlos pulls out of you gently, then shoves his cum back inside of you. the forgotten egg vibrator in charles' coat pocket is reinserted into your cunt and you whine at the overstimulation, slightly anxious that charles might tease you again, but he whispers a quiet promise in your ear that you've been good tonight, he won't turn it on anymore.

eventually, carlos slips out of the bathroom and you follow shortly after, walking back down the large hallway to return to the event. later that night, after speeches have been made, hollow promises have been spoken, and many, many bottles of expensive champagne have been toasted with, you make your way back outside, your arm linked with charles' as he calls his car to be pulled with the valet service. carlos walks up and stands next to the two of you, his car already on its way up, and turns to you.

"i'd say the bet is settled, no?"

there you have it folks :D

[mr-bas00nist]

!!Hi!!

Would you mind writing a Luis Sera x male reader oneshot? Just being loving husbands and maybe some smut if you’re up to it. 🩷

Breakfast and More

Second Luis ask, now I’ve gotta make a master list for him lol- you and Luis are like the same height btw

Luis Sera x Male! Reader

Cw: Soft Sex, kissing, creampie, one use of the word daddy and fluff

It was a simple day as usual. You were cooking breakfast for Luis who had work in a bit. Eggs, toast and bacon, the usual. You began to finish up cooking making as you begin making Luis’s plate for him. You set it on the table with silverware and a glass of orange juice when you began to hear footsteps upstairs. He was up. You hear a yawn as you see him walking downstairs with a white t shirt and pajama bottoms.

He comes up from behind you while your making your own plate as he kisses you on the neck. “Hola cariño.” He smiles into your neck. You hum in acknowledgment. “Go eat breakfast.” He clings onto you for a little bit longer before walking into the dining room. You bring your plate to the table as you poured yourself a drink.

You sat across from him as you both ate. You asked him questions about work and he answered accordingly. Apparently he was working on some new project involving a bio-organic life form called Nemesis. You thought it was pretty interesting. You guys had a few laughs about random things as you both finally finished up. You stood up with a sigh as you took his plate and silverware bringing it to the sink.

Luis watched you closely as he walked over. He wrapped his hands around your waist as he began to play with the waist band of his pants. You realized what he was trying to do. “Luis, go get ready for work.” You spoke in an amused tone. He didn’t have work for at least another hour but you liked to make him get ready early in case he got side tracked. He laughed into your neck.

“No can do. I want you now cariño…. Come on…. Before work, it’d be a nice stress reliever…” He spoke with a smirk as he began to work your waistband down. You rolled your eyes with a smirk as you turned off the sink flipping him around. He was bent over the counter just for you. He smirked as he undid the string on his pajama pants.

You made quick work of his pants and underwear leaving the man’s lower half bare and exposed. You hummed with pleased tone as you gave a few pumps to his now hard cock. You took yourself out as you began to dry hump him keeping him waiting while also getting yourself rock hard. You hear him whine.

“Come on papà, give it to me good.” He spoke from under you. That gave you the motivation you needed. You spread him open noticing that he already prepped himself. You snicker to yourself. “Eager huh?” You question lining yourself up. “Solo para ti-“ he was cut off by you bottoming out inside him. He gripped the counter with a ragged moan.

You held on tightly to his hips as you began fucking into him. Your pace was pretty medium but your hard firm thrusts made up for it. Luis of course always wanted more. “Dios,” he moaned “Come on faster….” He groans as you grip onto his hips tighter. You lean over him more, digging your chin in the crook of his neck as you kissed him. You were careful not to leave hickeys even though you knew he wouldn’t mind.

You picked up your pace as you felt him clench around you more. He was tightening around you like a vice. You slithered your hand around to his cock as you began to give fast strokes flicking your wrist as you did so. The new stimulation made him moan out louder. After a little bit you guys both began to reach your peaks at increasing rates. You grunted into him as he smirks.

“Come on cariño, cum inside me. Come on, cum for me.” He spoke motivating you to reach your peak. You sped up your hand as you begin to twitch inside him. He begins to do the same as you pick up your pace once more. Luis cums with a long drawn out moan as he feels you twitch inside of him. He tightens down making you release inside of his warm heat with a loud groan.

Your both left panting as you pull out of him. You look down to his hole as you sigh. “Sorry.” You spoke with a soft smile. He laughed a little. “I have to take a shower anyway.” He stood up a bit weakly but he could feel his legs. You made sure to not go to fast so he wouldn’t be sore at work. He sighed as he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Gracias guapo.” He smiles at you. You smile back. “De nada.”

[m4ctavish]

alejandro vargas — marry me?

masterlist.

pairing : alejandro vargas/gn! reader

desc : have you ever wanted to propose to your boyfriend while on the battlefield?? well, i’ve got just the thing for you!

a/n : whoever requested this, i love you. also, 1. ¿hablas en serio ahora? = are you serious right now? 2. tu seras la muerte para mi. = you’ll be the death of me.

a loud crash sounded out, dust flying high in to air and whipping in to your face as a building in front of you came tumbling down. there’s a distant explosion accompanied by a muffled,“grenade out!” there’s a helo not too far out that you can hear, alongside a convoy that’s hopefully there to help you out.

you’re propped up against a rock, small bits and pieces landing in your lap as a bullet zips by just inches above where you’re sitting. you’re nursing a gunshot wound right now, hands stained with blood as you try to keep pressure on it. it’s nothing fatal though, having missed anything vital and cutting clean through. and while you’ve been better, you’ll take your victories where you can.

alejandro isn’t too far from you, having been the one to drag you to cover when you went down. he’s crouched behind a rock adjacent to you, occasionally peeking over and around to provide some cover fire for the two of you and his people that are still out in the field. he spares you a few glances every few seconds to make sure you’re alright and still breathing.

there’s a multitude of things going through your mind right now but sitting here in this position with things blowing up in the distance, bullets flying in every which direction, trying to keep yourself from bleeding everywhere with limited resources, you find yourself itching to ask alejandro something. something important to the future of you both. the two of you’ve been together for some time now and well, your heart is already hammering in your ears and maybe it’s the adrenaline speaking but…

“alejandro, would you do me a favor?” you’re wincing as you turn to look at him, leaning on your right hand for support. there’s a pained smile playing on your lips.

it’s now or never and you’d much rather take your chances now than never be able to.

he turns to look at you almost instantaneously, quirking a brow in curiosity. “what do you need?” he’s almost expecting you to ask him to pick you up and carry you someplace safer, perhaps closer to where majority of the Vaqueros are.

“would you make me the happiest person on this battlefield right now and marry me?” you’re saying it so casually— like this was JUST something you’d ask your partner of many years on the battlefield. (was this a good idea? what if the two of you didn’t even get to have a wedding? did you even want a wedding?)

he laughs out a “what?” in disbelief. his brows are raised high and he’s looking at you like you’ve just said you’re not from this timeline. “¿hablas en serio ahora?" he almost thinks you’re fucking with him but the genuine (but pained) smile on your face tells him otherwise.

“as a heart attack, vargas.”

there’s a particularly loud boom nearby as another grenade goes off, scattering dust and sending rocks flying. a beat of silence follows from alejandro before he responds:

“tu seras la muerte para mi. yes, i’ll marry you.”

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

UNCHAINED SANGUINEOUS HEARTMAKER {Guilty Gear}

Riding the high of a resounding Epiphany.

...Did I pull another "Desdinova" purely out of sheer A.B.A hopium? (I kept the lines sketchy, though, because I could not be arsed to try and mimic Strive's linework style again after the pain from last time ahjsdgajhsdgadk)

Yes. Yes I did.

So, those Season 3 character survey results, huh? The A.B.A hopium is real. I really do wonder what they'd do with her if she was brought to Strive, so I decided to try my hand at a "Strive-ified" A.B.A design.

Make sure to check under the cut for the "concept art" I made + their associated information.

So, design background info:

So, she's a... weirdo homunculus, right? An artificial human, created by a mad scientist she never met, so she was alone and never really learned how to... "people". That key in her head also keeps on reminding me of the bolts lodged in the sides of pop-culture-ified Adam's (Frankenstein's monster) head. She's also desperately trying to find a human(oid) body for the demon/magical foci Paracelsus/Flament Nagel, who she is deeply in love with. Artificially-created human, medical themes, artificial human form, deeply in love...

So what if she decided that, with her attempts at finding a body for him repeatedly failing (XX endings don't count, XX's canonicity is completely FUCKED lmao), why doesn't she just... create one herself instead?

In other words, the creation becomes the creator. Lil' bit of "Bride of Frankenstein" thrown in, if the guy making the bride (or in this case, groom) was the monster itself.

So, making her into a key-axe-wielding mad scientist homunculus.

I tried to make her pose reminiscent of a dance move, specifically a "dip".

I hope you like it!

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 01

The first drawing I got done of my design for A.B.A (featuring a base-shapes Paracelsus for scale). Featuring her color palette (F1 is base flesh, F2 is scarring, H is hair, B is bandages, C1 is primary coat color, C2 is secondary coat color, C3 is tertiary coat color, E is "edges", M1 is one of the metal colors, A is "accents", M2 is the second metal color, and the square below that is the eye colors), weird ragged patchwork "lab-coat", boot details, "branding", and some of the text on her design.

- The phrase printed along the front edge of her coat (and the heels of her boots) is "LOCK&SEE" (the "&" stylized to look like/replaced with a keyhole symbol), a spin on the phrase "Lock and Key", fitting with her obsession with keys and tendency towards twisting sayings/phrases into mondegreens. Also implies hiding something.

- The brand on the back of her coat is meant to look like the coffin shape on the back of Paracelsus's head during Moroha Mode, with the nose hole and right eye hole visible. Text above it reads "PARACELSUS" (with the P and R stylized to have curved horns in the back like MM Para), and the text underneath reads "FLAMENT NAGEL" (with similar "horn" stylization on the F).

- The scarring is damage from her not wearing proper protective gear during her experiments (because she doesn't seem like one to wear proper PPE lmao), much of it taking up most of the left side of her upper torso/arm (meant to mirror Strive Faust's stitching).

- She's both grimy and very... "DIY", so her stitching is very hodgepodge.

- The text along the stitching on the back of her coat reads "The More The Moodier.", a play on one of her mondegreen win-quotes in XX (against I-No: "People say "the more the gloomier", but she's just too much to take...") but with the same alliteration as "the more the merrier" which it was derived from.

- The brand on the right side of her shorts is the same as on her back, but without the "FLAMENT NAGEL" and with "PARACELSUS" underneath instead of above.

- The key markings (gloves, boots) all have the same key-blade shape as Paracelsus.

- I had some trouble figuring out some of her colors, as they differed between the sprites (blue metal, glove. and trim) and official artwork (dark brown metal + glove, blue trim), so I decided to have dark brown for the keys and dark blue for the studded trim and left glove.

- The laces of her boots and the buttons on her coat are meant to resemble Para's mouth stitches

- Made her head-key/neck keys have a little skull decoration similar to some of her XX art (it's very inconsistent).

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 02

The second "Strive-ified" A.B.A design sheet I made.

- Both of the large gloves look the same, with the red bands and Paracelsus-blade key markings.

- The dark blue left-hand glove is (mostly) the same. I like to think that it's her "woobie", what with her tendency to get attached to inanimate objects.

- The dark blue cropped tank-top is meant to only be visible in Moroha. The text reads "MOCK&KEY" (the "&" stylized to look like/replaced with a stylized keyhole symbol, the top part of the keyhole meant to look like a coffin), another spin on "Lock and Key" like the previously-mentioned "LOCK&SEE" compounded with her believing herself to be superior to humans. Moroha is what was locked-up.

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 03

Third sheet I made.

- Noting specific design changes during Moroha. Coat opens + key "eyes" gain red glow.

- Design for her head + neck keys.

- Design for her bloodpacks. Text reads "FRASCO". Symbol underneath meant to look like a "flask" shape made out of an upside-down keyhole.

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 04 (Para)

The fourth sheet I made, featuring Paracelsus and his colors.

I honestly didn't change much lmao. His design is already weird by GG standards, mostly just tweaked some things.

- Made his eyes asymmetrical. Right has small iris and no pupil, left has beady pupil. Wanted to make him look "cartoony (western) neurotic/nervous" while hinting at his "main" glowy eye in Moroha being his right eye.

- I blurred/smudged the blood along the bottom edge to imply that A.B.A dragging him around wore away some of it.

- I added some spikes to his collar for a "punk" look, which glow red in Moroha.

- I kept his mouth stitches in Moroha. The mouth-corner stitches remain, while the middle stitches are tied around his left horn.

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 05

The final sheet I made, featuring mechanic ideas, "meta" stuff, and a design for repurposing an older move into a reversal super.

- Non-replenishable resources don't really fly in Strive, so I decided to make them replenishable through an alternate version of Bonding (a.k.a Keygrab). One Keygrab variant for Moroha, one Keygrab variant for a bloodpack. Starts off with no bloodpacks. Max three bloodpacks at a time. Functionality basically the same as XX.

- Turned Altercation (i.e. Enter Goku Moroha) into a Moroha-exclusive reversal super. Goku Moroha is not something that flies by modern fighting game characters, let alone Strive, so GM would definitely get axed. Still keeping Altercation as an absolute weirdo of a move, taking different resources depending on how much she has of each.

- Not sure what to actually do with Moroha's function/moveset, but having an "Install" state is the big thing that defines A.B.A's playstyle, so she'd probably keep at least base Moroha.

- Evidence: Concealment becomes a full reversal that only hits one hit as opposed to three, because most people cancel it after the first hit anyway lmao

[bradleymorrisx]

Self Para: @bradleymorrisx

Where: Brad's apartment and then New Bellevoux Pediatrics

When: August 2024

"Nope. This is not happening," Brad said aloud, to no one in particular though Bluey did look up from chewing on his bones momentarily. My mom told me that my birth father is some doctor guy named James Morris from New Bellevoux and that’s how I found your Facebook was not the type of message Brad ever thought he'd ever get. Especially not from some random girl on the internet who is claiming to be a sibling. No that's not possible, he'd most certainly remember having another sibling especially since he would have been a young adult when they were born. In an instant his world went from normal, to some random ass chick on the internet thinking she's his brother. Though he didn't believe it, he had to make sure for himself.

Racing down to the practice, he unlocked the door and shut off the alarm, thankfully it was after hours and no one was around. Not even his dad who liked to stay late and help out with the paperwork and get ready for tomorrow's patients. No, Brad was alone and though there were cameras around those were the least of his worries. He needed to find some paperwork to calm his racing mind and racing heart. To tell him that this Margo girl was off her rocker and probably just wants money or something. But he had no idea where to look or what he'd even be looking for.

As he slipped into his father's office, he took a deep breath, one that might have been the only thing preventing him from hyperventilating. Closing the door behind him, he scanned the room before doing anything. Could he really have cheated on mom? He thought, shaking his head and pushing whatever thoughts to the side. Stepping around the desk, he sat in the chair, folding his hands and leaning his chin on them as he thought of where to start. Then checking his watch, he noticed the time at 9:49 pm and got to work.

After what seemed like hours, Brad found himself on the floor, looking at the second to last file cabinet along the back wall of the office. He was down to the law drawer and when the tried to close it, he saw what looked like a Manila envelope taped to the underside of it. "What the fuck," he said out loud and peeled it off, hands trembling as he opened it up. Staying on the floor, he emptied it's contents and spread them out in front of him. There must have been dozens of letters from a Stephanie Gardner, the same woman who Margo said was her mom. Then just before picking up one of the letters, he noticed a copy of a birth certificate, with the same woman listed as mother and the baby as Margo.

Shaking his head, his hands shaking even more, he gathered up the paperwork after snapping a photo of the birth certificate and put it's contents back where he found it. He was both furious and upset, as his world was crashing down. Before putting his phone back into his pocket, he needed to talk to someone. But that someone who he'd usually vent to and bounce ideas off of couldn't know about this. Not yet. So against his better judgment, he pulled up the contact information for an old friend and asked if he was awake and if he could meet up. By now it was 12:03 am and he was wide awake, hopped up on adrenaline and needed to talk to someone.

[pokentomology]

Uh.

You do bug type questions right? How do I take care of a Volcorona. It just hatched and it has a snake tail.

I—

I can't have read that right. You said a Volcarona hatched. From an egg.

Volcarona is an evolution. That's not possible...are you screwing with me? Also, a tail? Not, like, a cercus or a stinger? Though that would also be the first I've heard of Volcarona with a stinger...

Okay. Well. I'm going to answer this as if you're not fucking with me, and this is an unknown bug pokemon that resembles Volcarona, because let's be clear—whatever that thing is, it is not a Volcarona. If it is real, for the love of Anything, please send me a picture because I am dying to see it.

The very first step to providing it proper care would be to group it into its entomological typing—is it hymenoptera, like Beedrill or Combee? Lepidoptera, like Beautifly and traditional Volcarona? Arachnida, like Paras or Spinarak?

Basically, does it look more like a moth, wasp or spider? That'll help you determine its needs.

If it looks like a Volcarona, then we can probably group it somewhere between hymenoptera and lepidoptera, which means it's likely not solely carnivorous, which is a good thing because arachnids are and they are a pain to keep feeders for. So if you're a first-time Bug owner, not the best situation to be in. Given that your not-Volcarona is probably not singularly carnivorous, you should be fine to feed them basic pokéfood, or regular food if you prefer to cook for your Pokémon.

Secondly—you need to figure out if it has a secondary typing, and if so, what is it? Volcarona are fire-types, but if your Pokémon hatched directly out of an egg and didn't burn it to cinders while doing so (which I imagine you would have mentioned), then it might not be. Fighting- and Psychic- types are nominally related to Fire, so maybe if you have a weird Volcarona mutant it's one of those?

The only clue we have physically is that it has a "snake tail," which is not helpful, so you'll need to watch its behavior and personality to figure out if and what its secondary type might be. That way you can start building its habitat around its type needs—regular Volcarona, for example, needs a warm and sunny spot to rest in, and a metric ton of fire extinguishers. Psychic types often require intellectually challenging activities, and fighting types physical challenges—maybe offer both kinds of stimulus to your Pokémon, along with some other kinds, and see what they do?

Bug types in general need to be outside a lot, except for the ones like Shuckle, which do not want to go anywhere. You should take your Pokémon to the park and see how they respond. You'll also need to make sure they have somewhere to "nest"—they need hides, essentially. I personally just got this giant pineapple-shaped box with a bed inside it, and Buggy (my Volcarona) loves it. Sets it on fire every couple days. Lepidoptera specifically also like to be tall, so make them somewhere high up to perch.

You'll be fine. Just figure out if it has a second type and make sure it has stimulus for its typing, and give them lots of love and care like any other Pokémon. It could be worse—you could've gotten a not-Galvantula...

[neomel]

Ehhmmm HI EVERYONE !!!! so this is very inspired by @kafus's Pokémon liveblogging n their various playthroughs and its been so fun to follow, and it gave me the inspiration to pick up a new playthrough - or TWO PLAYTHROUGHS !!!

i realized its been forever since ive actually played FireRed LeafGreen and that ive never done it w. the help of save editing to add eg. Rare Candies for grinding. but i also realized that ive never actually played the Gen 1 Pokémon games....so i decided to do both !!!!

im doing a kinda-sorta Nuzlocke too, just to try out different Pokémon and get myself to rotate between them, but I am also moreso trying to use funny stuff more than minmaxxing for strategy. Here's my Pokémon Red team for instance!!

Yes that's Marcel the traded Mr. Mimel!! I got an Abra as my first encounter and realized that using Alakazam would just be steamrolling people with a big Special number, so I boxed it for later to use Gen 1 Mr. Mime for a while. I've rotated some of these members in and out with others in the box, mostly because the movepools are so fascinatingly terrible ^^; Like - I wanted to use Nidoking because his Gen 1 sprites are absolutely incredible, and you can get him before even the second gym from Mt. Moon's Moon Stones, but........he doesn't get Double Kick unless you get Nidorino to like Level 47?? and Nidoking misses out on Thrash unless you level him up early.

Clefable has been the absolute QUEEN of the run though, like !!! i love her silly sprite in this game so so so much, and the well-rounded stats paired with Sing make them a really good Pokémon to use in pretty much any situation. its funny how the lack of many good moves means that mediocre moves like Growl or Water Gun end up feeling useful just for being options at all...I've had some fun with the mediocre TMs given out too, like giving Bide to my Ivysaur to utilize the Leech Seed draining effect as best as possible in a sort of quirky strategy. Though on the flipside I had to give up on using Mankey entirely after realizing it just gets NOTHING in terms of moves - before Yellow it literally doesn't learn any Fighting type moves by leveling up other than Seismic Toss (which doesnt count), and the only one it gets by TM is Submission which is.....nooot good :T

Anyhow - Here's a terrible img of my FRLG team! I'm out of Rock Tunnel and in Celadon in this playthrough wheras the RBY playthrough is still not through the tunnel yet :( BUT that means that I've gotten a lot more silly goobers in this run. Even though my Mankey died here before I could use it for anything funny.....i really like Primape's design so im kinda sad I've never gotten to use it lol

ANYWAY ANYWAY look at my fucking boy. look at my Fungler. look at my little man. he has 20 diseases and he sucks ass. i love him.

i played a Gen 3 fangame a while ago that gave you access to Fury Cutter as a TM and a Paras really early on, and the gears got grinding in my head to force sleep with Spore and then chain a Fury Cutter combo, and the affection for that silly strat has stuck with me and made me kind of adore Parasect by extension. look at my fucking guy he sucks so much!!! but he puts people to sleep really well and has cool bug claws. i love his terrible movepool and having to give him Secret Power to do any damage. lol .

it is funny to play these older games where the movepools sucked ass, even as deep in as Gen 3 . so you have to really stretch for ideas on how to use mons but it feels really fun when you make something sorta click? like this Doduo Rage -> Rest -> Chesto set, it doesn't get Swords Dance nor the infinitely funnier Acupressure but this is kinda just a shittier funnier version of that? also Tri Attack being physical feels like it was made just for Dodrio. i love my bird.

im still kinda miffed at how many things just sorta suck in Kanto though. like so many routes early on are just Rattata/Pidgey/Spearow/Ekans while the Safari Zone alone has like 7 Pokémon you can only find there, the distribution feels so strange. and of course the whole Game Corner garbage, i want to use Hyper Beam in Gen 1 because of how cool its Gen 1 exclusive quirks are but its a Game Corner exclusive reward >:((( im gonna have to see if i can save edit gambling coins into the game or what.

BUT im having a lot of fun !! its so silly seeing all the Gen 1 sprites ingame for the first time. the Gen 1iness of it all. not even being able to fuckin check how strong moves are or how much accuracy they have. or even sort the order of moves outside of battles. your battle items menu just opens up your entire bag. such a silly fuckin mess of a game. i love it .

(also feel free to ask about any of the nicknames i have answers for like half of them)

[garden-ghoul]

Today I'm translating a folk song in Ladino that has got me. You can listen to it here, sung beautifully by Françoise Atlan. It's called "This Mountain Before Me."

This mountain before me Catches alight and burns. It's there I lost my love. I sit and fall to weeping. The little jasmine tree I planted in my garden, I grew it, raised it up. Now only others enjoy it. I want to find out secrets, Those secrets of my life. The sky I want for paper, The sea I want for ink, Trees for quill pens, To write my misfortunes. No-one knows my pain, Not strangers nor family.

Original lyrics and translation notes under the cut.

Esta muntanya d’enfrente S’asiende i va kemando. Ayi perdi al mi amor, M’asento i vo yorando. Arvoliko de yasimin, Yo lo ensembrí en mi guerta. Yo lo kresi, lo engrandesi, Otros s’estan gozando. Sekretos kero deskuvrir, Sekretos de mi vida. El sielo kero por papel, La mar kero por tinta. Los arvoles por pendolas, Para eskrivir mis males, No ay ken sepa mi dolor, Ni ajenos ni parientes.

It's a pretty straightforward one, honestly, and it helps that I found a Spanish translation online. And though I can't guarantee that expressions are used the same way in Spanish and Ladino, I've used Spanish as a guide where necessary. Mostly I wanted to share it here because the imagery fucking rules. One thing I really love is how opaque some of the metaphor is here. Are the mountain and the tree literal objects that exist? If so, what's the connection between them?

fall to weeping --- vo yorando/voy llorando as opposed to simply yoro; I think ir is being used here in the sense of beginning or becoming something. The same construction is used in the second line; I might have translated that as "catches alight and begins to burn" but I'm trying for a sort of scansion.

jasmine tree --- Atlan does not say "yasimin," but I have no idea what she's actually saying, and the lyrics I've found online said this.

raised it up --- my dictionary gives engrandecer as "to amplify, enlarge, magnify; exalt, extol; enhance." Kind of reminds me of the language in the second section of Kaddish! Interestingly the Spanish translator chose to render this as "floreció," ("it flourished") even when a cognate was available. Anyway I think this isn't just meant in the sense of literally growing it taller, but also making it beautiful and worthy of love.

only others --- it just says "others are enjoying it," so technically this could be the speaker saying that after she's raised the tree she can share it with everyone, but the bitter tone of the song suggests otherwise.

misfortunes --- definitely some ambiguity since the word being used here is males. It could mean the singer's misdeeds, ailments, or misfortunes. I love the idea of her feeling terrible guilt for something she's done and wanting to write it down, but I think the text definitely implies it's misfortunes.

[greysnkidd]

SELF-PARA | CAN YOU TAKE A PUNCH?

brief mentions - @dantekidd​ @kpmatthewskidd​ @feykaplan​

He was supposed to be happy.

He loved his job and everything he did for it was getting the exact attention he wanted, even to a point it exceeded what he hoped for at first; his friends were around him making his day-to-day life better; and most importantly the girl he lost was back in his life and though he didn’t admit it to anyone it was everything he wanted for the past couple of months.

But what the hell was this gnarly feeling eating at him from the inside out?

Ever since he talked with K.P., using that word vaguely as it was anything but, he couldn’t relax and give in to the moment in which his life finally made sense again. And he knew everything always stems down to one thing, one person - his father. Even now when he was at Dante’s house trying to focus on what his cousin was saying his mind just went back to his sibling and father.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

His intentions were to go home pack a bag for the gym and take out his frustration there, but the longer he drove the further he strayed from the road to his place and before he could give it a second thought he was parked outside his father’s house and already stepping out the car. “Fuck it,” he mumbled and walked up to the door, his arm fell heavy with a loud knock and it didn’t take long before it was open and his second wife was standing there. “Can you get your husband?”

He walked off the patio, moving in circles while trying to connect his thoughts and say what he wanted his father to hear. “What do you want, boy?” he whipped his head back at the sound of his voice, narrowing his eyes at the older Kidd. “To talk.” he gave him a short reply with a shrug of his shoulders. “Talk about what? You got yourself in some trouble again? Can’t go to your mom?” Greyson laughed wryly, so much for all those words about family a couple of years ago when his affair finally came to light. “You’re the last person that gets to talk about her. You lost that when you left.” He still remembers the day when the drunk finally left their home, when they finally got a break, when they could finally breathe like normal people. And even then it hurt, but he knew it was for the better. “Don’t talk about grown up business when you’re still acting like a child!” his father raised his voice which only gave Greyson more ammunition.

“Grown up business? When’s the last fucking time you’ve been acting like a grown up? When somebody had to pick you up from the bar, because you were too drunk to make it home? When mom had to pick you up from the station, because cops found you passed out in the park? All those fucking times you were rolling on the couch barely even conscious? Is that what a fucking adult is supposed to be fucking doing?” Grey matched his father’s voice, he didn’t care if he’s causing a scene. He just didn’t. “You shut your mouth, you ungrateful boy!” his father came face-to-face with Greyson grabbing onto the front of his shirt and brought his face right in front of his, “grateful for what?” this time he yelled, staring directly into his eyes, piercing him with the hatred coating his heart.

“Everything is your fucking fault! You ruined everything. You’re nothing but a piece of shit. You got your new family years ago, but even they know you’re good for nothing, Yeah, you don’t drink anymore, but you didn’t own up for one fucking thing you did. You wanted me and K.P. to get along, well guess what all I see is you when I look at them. All I see is your stupid face with your eyes barely open stumbling inside at six in the fucking morning. How come they were better than me? How come this woman was better than mom? How come you didn’t give an ounce of shit about your son? Why wasn’t I good enough?” He couldn’t stop the words spewing out of his mouth, his voice getting louder with each sentence he’s wanted to throw at him since the day he left. “I didn’t want you, Greyson! I didn’t want to get married to your mother or start a family, I didn’t want to be tied down. But she got pregnant and then you showed up. And when I found out about K.P. I knew it was my chance to be an actual father.”

Those words brought out rage in Grey and before he could say anything his fist came in contact with his father’s face. Again and again and again until someone was pulling him off the man who just told him he was unwanted. “Is this why you sent me away when I was sixteen? Is this why when I asked you to help you said you would, but fucking agreed with her?” he spat those words laced with venom, while a man held him back as he tried to pry himself free and continue. “You made your bed, child, you had to lay in it. You deserved worse, you deserved prison!”

“Let me the fuck go,” the man did as told and brought his hands up in defense, but told he’d call the police if he attacked again. “No need to I’m fucking leaving.” he turned to look at his father, his face full of pent up anger and sadness. “You’re dead to me. I’ll see you in hell.”

[soukeyed]

01 matel gear 02 otasune strangeboss and/or whoever u want 03 Talk about my bff Strangelove please. and/or whoever

METAL GEAR WOOO WOOOOO

Favorite character: STRANGELOVE !! OR THE BOSS. OR OTACON . OR SNAKE. or emma or meryl or eva um theres a few

Least Favorite character: ummm ummmmm ummmmmmmmm. huey obviously lol. also mgs4 naomi specifically mgs4 ... sorry girl im so sorry. also senator armstrong/sundowner/monsoon/whoever tf else is part of the rising guys im just sick of seeing their ugly faces

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): STRANGEBOSS NUMBER ONE FOREVER YEAAH. otasune number 2 obviously :) umm fortune and olga is pretty cute ... bosseva as well .. i cant fucking think of a 5th help. meiryl? also i like bosselot but specifically for how stupid fucked up they are

Character I find most attractive: the boss strangelove eva (specifically big mama) or mgs4 meryl :P

Character I would marry: MERYL !1 GIRLFRIEND FOR ME NOW itd be the boss or strangelove but i would never break them up like that.

Character I would be best friends with: STRANGELOVE !! together we will kill huey mwah. or para medic even if she is insane we will watch movies together. slay

a random thought: i think about that post about otacon being the one to carry out the boss' will without even knowing every single day. Oh my god. wauh. ok hang on one second i found it. AUHHH

An unpopular opinion: rising mid as fuck and the fans make me hate it. also i um. dont really care a lot for bb and the bb focused games sorry. like i get the point and mgsv's visuals+gameplay do slay but bb as a character i didnt really find myself invested in a lot and the weird hero worship some of the fandom has for him does NOT help LOL. like the people around him (ocelot eva miller eli etc) were way more interesting . also EVEN MORE unpopular opinion as a result of this ... mgs3 isnt really all that for me and even though its objectively pretty shit mgs4 is one of my favourites (behind mgs1 and ghost babel)

My Canon OTP: STRANGEBOSS !!!!!!! THANKS FOR THE LESBIANS KOJIMA!!!!

My Non-canon OTP: calling otasune noncanon feels so sickening but i need to face reality. so otasune

Most Badass Character: Hrmm. hrmmmmm. ok its a bit out there but otacon. after the shitty childhood that he came out of pretty um.. (gestures at the whole making a nuclear weapon thing) convinced he/his family was cursed etc etc. forming philanthropy, adopting sunny, basically ending the cycle that his grandfather and father started+perpetuated and fulfilling the boss' will :) just makes me happy. hes great. also he got to marry solid snake at the end of it all so like slay? like hes not badass in the usual sense of the word but his character development and evolution is incredibly badass to me. next step: therapy

Most Epic Villain: i dont think you can call a lot of them epic on account of every mgs villain being goofy as fuck. BUT. liquid ocelot as a villain in what was (supposed to be) the conclusion of the entire series was pretty fucking awesome though

Pairing I am not a fan of: pbbb. umm. i dont really care for snake/fox im way more emotionally invested in fox/gustava personally (still upset she didnt get mentioned in mgs!!!!!!!!! RAHH.) also johnny/meryl was so out of nowhere i still do not understand it like its funny as fuck but JOHNNY??? IT SHOULD BE ME WITH MERYL!!1 ME !!!!!!!

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): arhg. raiden. i mean gestures at rising. this could also count as unpopular opinion but i preferred him as inexperienced and a little stupid i mean even then the direction they were going in in mgs4 was pretty good with him being jaded and feeling alone. and then rising was just. huah ?!?! what ?!?!?!? also. um. ok naomi. mgs1 naomi was so so fucking good ok her speech at the end slays i loved everything about her can you imagine my shock and dismay at her doing all THAT in mgs4 ?!?!? like i could write a 50 page essay on how it fucks up her (and otacons LOL) entire character development ALSO WHY WAS FOX LIKE NEVER MENTIONED DESPITE THEM LITERALLY GOING BACK TO THE PLACE WHERE HE DIED BTW I THOUGHT SHED HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THAT. but honestly just the thing i hate about it all most is at the end of it all shes framed as like.. the hero. using emma+sunnys code to save da world or whatever and i guess maybe that speech was supposed to reflect her mgs1 speech but it just doesnt work when mgs4 didnt give her half of that nuance. her morals are still so ??? to me, her and vamp was such a WEIRD choice, her and otacon was um. ok look i know the writers 100% didnt mean to portray otacons csa as that at all but like it is ... anyway having a csa victim be once again manipulated via sex and not really talk about it was just ?!??!! guys ?!?!? anyway AGAIN if all of that was portrayed as nuanced as it should have been. like naomi doing what she had to to save the world and struggling w her own morals. which it IS but we learn this only in that fuckign speech for like 1 line. like its jut bad. ok to end this half the women in mgs were done horrifically but we all know that. sorry for the wall of text i love you

Favourite Friendship: SNAKE AND MERYL funny as fuck whenever she insults him in mgs4 like deserve. sorry snake. ok no WOAH though i just loved mgs4 meryl entirely even though she definitely couldve been written a bit better, like her talking about how she used to admire snake so much and now hes just BITTER and OLD like ohhh its so slay. like i dont know if you could even call it a friendship but the way they clash entirely and debatably the only place where they can agree on things and work together is in the context of the battlefield ITS SO GOOD

Character I most identify with: otacon D:

Character I wish I could be: similar to utena NONE i would not put myself through that.

AGAIN REST UNDER THE READMORE GO!

otasune time

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them: again i was aware of them before the games because (points at dmitri) so i guess like always

My thoughts: GRAHH. the way theyre like all but canon like kojima just say the word. that cigarette lighting scene in mgs4 WHEW. like the way they invented love its just crazy to me like really. theyre everything to me.

What makes me happy about them: everything :) the way theyve both grown as people over the years... i already talked about otacons character development but SNAKE TOO!! him finally letting people in .. finding a place for himself OUTSIDE of the battlefield .... its all so WAUGHH. like they just work off of eachother so well. love wins. gay marriage. slay. bursts into tears

What makes me sad about them: mgs4 that is all. they had so little time together. i spend half the time watching the game yelling ITS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS NOT FAIR

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: umm i dont read a lot of fic to be honest so i guess standard fanfic complaints. also more of you should write about mgs4 there is so much untapped potential.

Things I look for in fanfic: again. WRITE ABOUT MGS4.

My wishlist: MGS4 OTASUNE !!!!!!!!!!!! BECOMES A WEREWOFL.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: sorry they are simply endgame to me.. i cant think of anyone LOL

My happily ever after for them: snake gets cured post-mgs4! how i dont care he just is. gay marriage becomes real. together they raise sunny and grow old together and everything is peace and love on planet earth :) god bless

STRANGEBOSS TIME!

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them: ok not until i actually got around to pw! dmitri you mentioned a few times but i didnt realise until then to be honest

My thoughts: AGAHRHGHGHGHGHGHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. GOD. GOD. lesbianism. women. they are genuinely just everything to me. how can a relationship be so fucking powerful and tragic when you only ever hear about it from one side. Oh my god. AUH.

What makes me happy about them: canon lesbians in my metal gear games in the fuckass 2010s :) ok no but the way strangelove talks about the boss with such open earnest love. like i just. wauh. listening to her tapes is just. WAUH.

What makes me sad about them: i mean everything. as strangelove said they were just ships passing in the night :( THEY SHOULDVE HAD MORE TIME !!!!!!!!!!!

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: again dont read fanfic a lot but ive checked and theres not a whole lot for them at all anyway LOL

Things I look for in fanfic: any strangeboss fic to begin with would be nice. if you have recs give them to me. i'll cry

My wishlist: umm.. again more content of them in general. konami youre shit the least you could do is make a strangeboss spinoff.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: umm idk considering they both die LOL. bosseva is a fun ship but honestly i dont think strangelove ever really got over it so i cant see her with anyone else in a serious relationship

My happily ever after for them: isnt it crazy how they both managed to fake their deaths and now live happily in some random country away from the horrors of war? like woah!

STRANGELOVE TIME!

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: man what dont i feel about her. shes amazing. shes bitter shes heartbroken shes dramatic as fuck and shes a badass. like its tragic but tell me creating a whole ass ai based off your dead girlfriend in the fucking 70s isnt slay as fuck? women in stem strong!

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: THE BOSSSSS. as i said b4 i dont really see her with anyone else tbh

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: ok yeah there .. isnt a lot. i wish her terrible and awkward relationship with bb had been explored more though like the way she just HATES him at the start is amazing.

My unpopular opinion about this character: uhh.. yeah idk shes not really talked about enough for me to know if any of my opinions ARE unpopular lol. a shocking amount of people see strangeboss as unrequited so i guess my unpopular opinion is that they were definitely both in love LOL

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: just give her more relationships tbh... i already talked about bb but like do you think she knew ocelot was the boss' son ... what did she think of him shed probably dislike him for doing the complete opposite of the boss' will (though in the end he does help take down the patriots so liiike?) ... i would pay millions of dollars for them to interact it would be atrocious. in general i wish shed been given just a little more depth outside of the boss (like give me more about how she grew up!!! what kind of mother was she to otacon!!! and ps i wish hed spoken about her even though ik she wasnt even a thing before the solid snake era wrapped up) though ig that was the point considering she was so consumed with grief... but yk. shrugs.

Favorite friendship for this character: again idk. GIVE HER MORE FRIENDS.

My crossover ship: again i dont do crossovers. SHRUGS!!

[livv-baby]

interrogations continued

"Todo está bien, papá, lo prometo." Olivia was on the phone with her father. He had called her when he found out that Olivia was still getting asked back to the station for further questions about Greer's disappearance. "Nunca te he dado razones para dudar. ¿Qué cambió?" She couldn't understand the severity of what was going on; seeing the text message her family lawyer sent her was giving her an idea. Obviously her parents alarms were going off -- they couldn't afford any problems with the law or even dip their toes in bad publicity. Page Six and the New York Times would have a field day with them, like they've been waiting for all this time... "Está bien. Me reúno con él-- Y no cerca de la universidad, si, entiendo," she took a beat and right as she said goodbye, her father had already hung up on her. "Fuck."

featuring: olivia walton joseph brown, walton family lawyer officer contreras agent choi

Arriving where the interrogations were taking place never got easier but at least this time she wasn't alone. Not her company of choice, but her father had made it clear: no more interrogations alone, family lawyer present always. And so it was. Olivia stood waiting in high heels and a modest dress. She had been briefed a long time ago in PR moves that helped with perception -- especially around cops. Hair was down, make up simple; thank goodness her nails were done or she wouldn't have been able to fight the new and unknown urge to pick at her cuticles.

The first round of questioning was different -- no one had been expelled, nothing had been leaked. The pressure was rising and now everyone could feel it. Olivia was perfect at playing it cool but shit was going down now...

"Stop fidgeting," Mr. Brown, the family lawyer, ordered in a whisper.

Seconds later a door opened and a deep voice spoke, "You can come now Miss Walton."

Walking first into the room she was able to take everything in while the others adjusted to what was going to be unfolding. Should be procedure, right? Standard. She noticed the men in the room fixing their postures when Brown walked in after Olivia. Pissing contest much? But Brown wasn't there to answer or speak. He was a figure of intimidation but also to save Olivia from falling into any traps.

"Glad you could join us Miss Walton and...?" the first officer started, his appearance tall, serious, brown hair and a mustache-- officer Contreras. Olivia recognized him because he was certainly attractive.

"Joseph Brown, Walton family lawyer. Proceed as you normally would."

"Right," Contreras said, not very keen on the comment Brown made. "Let's begin shall we?"

"So we have no record of your own video, we're guessing you didn't make one... Were you aware that Greer Morrison had submitted a video at the end of last year though?” 

"We lived together but we weren't exactly super close. Never saw her recording anything in our dorm." “Had you ever heard of anything regarding THE NAIVE NEWCOMER using steroids?” 

It was almost impossible for Olivia to hide the wave of relief that washed over her. Maybe she should have been paying closer attention to all the people that spent time with Greer in their dorm. "No, I hadn't heard anything about that for them. So sad though, I'm sure they had a bright future ahead of them."

The cops didn't look convinced but continued, “Had Greer brought up breaking up with him ever? Or anything of the sort, like she did in her video?” 

She wasn't about to mention all the time he spent in the dorm and how then it suddenly.... stopped. Olivia bit her lip but answered without a lot of hesitation, "She didn't bring it up at all. I was surprised to hear that from her. It looked like they were solid. There might be someone who knows though... Mari Zuko."

The other agent scribbled something down in their pad but Contreras was not buying it. "You both spent all this time together, lived together, hung out together and she never once mentioned to you breaking up with her boyfriend?" he doubled down, his mouth stern.

"No," she said simply.

Contreras scoffed, seemingly exasperated and now the other officer took over. His name she believed was Choi. “Do you have any reason to believe THE GOLDEN GIRL would want to leave Ogden College?” 

Perhaps this was the question she could finally use to get these interrogations to stop.

"Greer could have whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Leaving, coming back, starting over, picking up exactly where she left off -- its a privilege she had -- has. Why wouldn't she do it?"

Agent Choi asked another question and Olivia was a bit relieved. Contreras was steamy in a way she did not like anymore. "Some other students have brought up your relationship with Greer. Why do you think they thought it was relevant?"

That question did bother Olivia. What the hell did other people even know about Greer and her? She had purposely kept a low profile on everything about them. "Perhaps because we were literal roommates?"

"Why don't you elaborate on what that relationship was?" Choi pressed.

"We are 100% sure this is something Miss Walton has answered before," Brown interjected. "Check your records, do your work."

The officers did not like that and while Contreras was beginning to speak up, Choi put a hand up to ease the tension. "It is our job to make sure all the information aligns correctly to everything we've gathered. Miss Walton, please answer."

"We did some things together, had some friends in common, slept in the same room, went out to a couple of parties. We've known each other since back home -- New York isn't that big."

"Were you aware of Greer planning to travel to Portugal this summer?"

"If I didn't know about her break up, why would I know about her travel plans?"

Now the room fell silent. The atmosphere didn't feel right and for the first time since that time Olivia felt like she might throw up.

"Is there anything you know that you’re not sharing?"

"No."

[lightning-kachow]

Conference Call | Self Para

Date: Late April 2023 Warnings: None

Lightning catches up with his team.

"Alright, is everybody here? Lightning McQueen."

"Jenn Harvey, publicity."

"Got it."

"Mack Hauler, personal assistant!"

"Mack, you're sitting next to me."

"Yeah, I just felt like I should—"

"Rusty, Team Rust-Eze."

"Dusty, Team Rust-Eze."

"Got it, got it, Chuck, you here?"

"Not Chuck. Mike Pitts here, Speedway Management."

"Right." Okay, yes, Lightning had been working with this guy for twenty years, but he never really saw him. And he looked like a Chuck! This was a conference call, so Lightning couldn't actually see him... fine. He sounded like a Chuck.

Anyway.

"Sooo... lay it on me. I'm in the UK, Lille's coming up in two weeks and it'd be easy to get there, and I'm in shape for it." Bit of an exaggeration, but Lightning could get in shape for it. It was worth it to him. "What do you need from me? I think we can all agree I've been a good boy and we can put all this bullshit behind us—"

"Lightning—"

"Sorry, sorry, you all know what I mean." Seriously, they were all adults here! Harv could chill.

There was a pause that indicated that maybe they didn't all know what he meant. The longer it went on, the more Lightning's stomach roiled.

"Well?" he said again, glancing at Mack, who looked bemused as usual.

"Lightning, the thing is, we're just not sure," Rusty finally said, his voice crackling through the speakerphone.

His stomach dropped. "Not sure? My dude, I've been patient for months, and Lille is in two weeks, and it's literally the perfect opportunity to re-launch me. I could stay in Swynlake. Home base here and just travel on the weekends for races. It'd be a little more travel than usual once we start getting to the West Coast season, but..."

"I know. I know, Lightning. We're just... not sure."

Lightning cycled through a lot of reactions in the span of thirty seconds. Anxiety, disappointment, frustration— but he settled on anger. Because really, that was how he mostly felt. He was angry. These fucking people had strung him along for eight months, telling him to be a little more patient, to wait a little longer, and now they didn't even have the guts to fire him properly.

Had they ever even intended to? Or were they just trying to slowly ghost him? Was sending him to this shitty little town really a strategic move, or were they just trying to get him out of the way until he gave up?

Well, Lightning wasn't giving up. He hadn't come this far to give up. Didn't they know him better? Didn't they know he was motivated by spite, fueled by it just as much as his carbo-loading pre-race pasta feasts? It was effective against his enemies. And now it was going to be effective against his supposed "allies."

"I can't believe this."

"Lightning..." Not-Chuck started, and Lightning couldn't stand that pitying condescension in his voice.

"No, no, I'm not doing this shit. You're not seriously going to tell me two weeks out from the first race of the season that you're not sure you're continuing with the deal. What, are you gonna let me know the morning of the race? I don't like being strung along. What is this, fucking high school? You're hoping I'll be the one to break up with you first?"

That was how it felt, really. That awful, petty dance of teenage dating. It was insulting, really. Did they really think he wouldn't figure it out?

"Monty, can we sidebar after this?" Harv said forcefully, as though daring him to interrupt her. She sounded irritated. "Rusty, Dusty, this is good info. Mike's assistant will follow up with you. We'll work out a plan. Lightning, you'll be looped in, obviously."

"Will I?" Lightning said it listlessly, suddenly checked-out after having thrown his little fit. He glanced at Mack, who just stared back at him with wide, terrified eyes.

He barely paid attention to the rest of the call, logistics and then pleasantries that really all amounted to the same answer, the answer Lightning hadn't wanted. He was getting benched.

He tried to tell Harv as much after everyone else had left the call. "I mean, I had one question. They refused to answer it. Which pretty much tells us everything we need to know," Lightning sighed.

"Monty, it's more complicated than that."

"Is it?" His tone was less angry now, more tired. "It's never been complicated before. This can't just be about those fucking tweets. It's been eight months."

Harv sounded equally exhausted. Which annoyed Lightning. This wasn't her life. This wasn't her livelihood. Lightning would keep her on the payroll, regardless of what Rusty and Dusty said, right?

"We're just... we've still gotta work out what your comeback angle is—"

"Comeback? I never left!"

"Okay, but it looks like..."

"Only because Rusty and Dusty are fucking benching me!"

Harv sighed. "Monty. I'm trying to help you out here."

"Well, it's not very helpful."

There was a stony silence.

"Look, I'm sorry," Lightning finally said. "This isn't your fault. I'll figure it out. I won't let you down. Rusty and Dusty are gonna be so sorry they ever dragged their feet."

"Please just... be sensible, alright?" Harv replied, knowing she wouldn't win this war. She'd have to pick her battles.

"When am I ever not?"

And suddenly, Lightning remembered: he had the perfect opportunity in front of him. And he'd practically already committed to him. He didn't need Rust-Eze. Well, he kind of did, but he could make it look like he didn't. He was gonna jump into this thing Cruz had pitched him, full force. And that would show Rust-Eze.

[detkhamani]

No Admittance | Para

Featuring: Khamani Smith, Vince Smith, Gina Clark (no relation to Jade btw); mentions of Kendra & Tyla Smith, Luna Zuniga, Cannon Location: Brewed Awakenings cafe, San Francisco, CA Time Frame: Late morning, Sat. Feb. 25, 2023 Notes &/or Triggers: Khamani shares some info with his parents. Simultaneously, you get a snippet of seeing why Khamani has next-to-nothing to do with his parents.

“Okay, I get this must be important or else you wouldn’t make both of us meet with you at the same time,” Vince said, earning an eye roll from his ex-wife.

“Would you just shut up for a while, Vince?”

“Would you just go to hell for a while, Gina?”

“Fuck you, chump. No one asked you to state the obvious,” Gina spat back, starting to rise from his chair.

Khamani ran both hands down his face before pressing them together in the prayer position while his parents continued verbally sparring. The three of them were sitting at a small, circular table inside Brewed Awakenings

After giving himself a beat, he looked between his parents and said, “This. This right here’s exactly why both of you aren’t invited to the wedding. And it’s why I haven’t introduced Cannon to either of you. It doesn’t matter if I’m with you separately or together, you both can’t stop shit-talking the other person. I can’t stand it and I’m not gonna have my son or my fiancee be around it.”

Both of his parents froze.

“You have a son?!” Vince asked at the same time that Gina asked, “You’re getting married?!”

Khamani sighed through his nostrils. “Yes. To both of you,” he said, exchanging glances with both of his parents. Not five minutes and he was already exhausted with both of them.

And then the both of them started talking over each other, wanting to know when he had a child, why they weren’t told sooner, when was he getting married, and so-on. The longer Khamani let them go, the sooner it digressed into the two of them arguing with each other. Again.

Khamani knew he was partially at fault for this since he brought the two of them together to tell them at the same time. But he didn’t want to go through this headache twice and thought the one-and-done approach would be better. Quietly to himself, he was beginning to feel that he may have thought wrong.

“Okay stop--stop!” Khamani demanded, raising his voice a bit the second time he’d told them to stop. And a couple of seconds later, his parents’ arguments fell quiet even though they both glared at each other from across the small table. “I’m just telling y’all this as a courtesy. And honestly, I’m not inviting either of you to the wedding. And I don’t know if or when you’re gonna meet my son, or my fiancee. It’s not news that I don’t have a good relationship with either of you.”

“Khamani, you’re my son and your son’s our grandson,” Gina protested, obviously indignant with her tone.

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean you’ve got automatic rights to meet him or know him. Look at y’all right now!” He threw a hand out at them both, glowering at the people who were supposed to be his parents.

“We’re still your parents,” Vince tried, his voice and face its usual seriousness.

“Blood and DNA aren’t everything that make up a parent,” Khamani argued.

“Boy, please. We gave you more than your looks,” Vince argued. “Clothes on your back, food in your stomach. You were raised.”

Khamani scoffed and Vince leaned in, voice sharpening a little, “What, you got something to say about that?”

“Yeah,” Khamani replied, “I do. You might’ve provided the basic essentials like any decent parent is supposed to but you don’t get to act like you did me or Kendra any favors with that. Neither of you were model parents and both of you were hardly there for us. You were wrapped up in your job more than anything,” he said to Vince and then turned to Gina “And you were wrapped up in your hurt feelings towards him.” He jerked his head in his father’s direction without taking his eyes off Gina. “I worked my ass off as much as I could in high school. When you two divorced, neither of you got any better as parents. When Kendra got pregnant, neither of you stepped up for her. So no, you’re not invited to come celebrate this part of my life with my family and me. And if you meet my fiancee or our son, it’ll be on our terms. Not yours.”

He could tell both of his parents were seething, but neither of them argued with him further. Khamani ran a hand down his face again, his temples throbbing. He needed some ibuprofen. Or a stiff drink. Scooting back while standing from his chair, Khamani said, “That’s all I had to tell you both. Do with the information what you want, but I’ve said what I had to say.”

And with that, he left, knowing that if his parents didn’t follow suit and leave, they would regress to more arguing within the cafe.

[benefits1986]

h2o1

When you try your best and you just do it...

So far, here's how June 2024 has been going:

More talks with dad down memory lane plus what's up and what's to come. Lels. Tawang-tawa pa rin ako kasi 'di raw ako tomboy. Boyish lang. Minsan, in denial pa rin tatay ko sa fluidity ko lalo nung napagusapan namin ang mga misadventures ko sa department ng shalaloo. First time ko nakwento sa kanya mga tidbits na syempre may filters po dahil baka makurot ako ng pinong-pino. LELS. Kidding aside, sabi niya, settling and being guarded mala-guardia sibil are just not in my book pero alam niya na if mapadpad ako sa landas ng pag-settle, e hindi siya for the heck of it lang. EMS. Saka, masungit pa rin daw kasi ako kahit kailan. :p Abangan. CHZ. Booked a trip that means a dream within a dream... biking and one of the things that belong to my core memory. Mhiiiieee. What's nicer is that a good friend tailored an itinerary so I don't have to spend so much time curating things I wanna do. Bonus: This friend lived in this location for a loongg time so local na local ang vibes. Can't wait for it!!! Thinking if I'd bring Matcha ME because I really want to test its "tote-ability" in this location. HIHIHIHIHIHI. Kaya, wala ng pasavogue na kaganapan sa June dahil marami pang babayaring bills at ganaps.

Vici's management paganaps. Not missing a doc visit because mabait na po tayo ulit after two years of just letting things happen. So far, he's more oks with the meds and the supplements pero susot pa rin. LOL.

Got my pamangkin McQueen (nickname ko 'yan sa kanya na super layo sa first and second name niya) and mas may patience na ako sa mga vid calls namin. LELS. Though may specific number of minutes lang kasi nga nakaka-bored talaga lalo 'pag may pacifier siya tapos walang pake.

More walks with dad sa ngalan ng steps paganap niya. 'Di niya alam na mas madali kong ma-track galaw niya sa lahat ng aspeto more easily. HAHAHA. Nastress siya recently kasi when he calibrated his smartwatch with gingko biloba, puro high blood nakukuha niyang results. Reason: As in legit kakain lang niya ng umaatikabong kanin at ulam. Syempre, agit ako. Mas agit siya. Sabi ko, 'pag 'di pa siya tumigi kaka-check ng BP niyang skewed, pipitpitin ko ng martilyo ng pinong-pino smartwatch niya. HAHAHA. Tumigil naman after three fucking boomer tries. This made me see na nerbiyoso talaga siya kahit maangas siya. Actually, eto rin kasi reason why ayoko siya mag-smartwatch. If the numbers go fucking in, I don't know how to manage him. Pero, so far, the numbers are green. LELS. Let's keep it that way or else baka nga mapitpit ko na lang 'yung watch niya.

December this year is almost fully blocked off. LOL. First December in a looooooong time na may pake akong wagas. Saka na full details kasi marami pang mga paganaps sa dako paroon. EMS. Magpa-botox na ba ako sa clavicle para putok na putok na talaga 'tong part na 'to in time for December? Wild ng procedure na 'to kasi mga pole-thin KPop idols are doing it kaya pala parang sobrang plakado ng mga clavicle nila. HAHAHAHA. May progress naman pero lekat pa rin ang bat wings na 'di puwedeng gawan ng paraan kasi paranoid ako sa idea na may chances ma-fuck up ang arms 'pag ginalaw kahit magaling pa gumawa. LOL. Kasi parang 'di ko kakayanin ang pain ng ulthera sa chin. Alam ko naman as an addict sa pain killers 'pag anything sa face ang labanan. And the one na kumakayod ng mga pimples na may jamboree sa face ko na nurse is very honest na baka ma-stress lang ako. Pero, sige lungs. LOL. Baka and ending nito, settle na lang sa eyelash extensions para tapos na ang lahat. :D

Need na talagang mag-exercise with feelings para ma-address ang paparating na plateau. Also, binge eating and drinking milktea this week. LOL. Hindi maganda sa feeling at all. Not because I feel bloated pero testing na rin if may appetite is back. Verdict: Kaya na talaga ang OMAD-IF bilang ang ating panunaw ay aging na rin. LELS. Saka iba talaga 'pag naka-fast. Not only for the weight, but more importantly, for the gaming the mind and the psyche. However, may magandang update akong na-come across about the scope and limits of fasting. PAK. Second dad huddles. Eto siguro ang isang highlight ng buwan na 'to. Syempre, bilang boomer na keeping up with the Gen MZ, isang lesson na naman po ang naisapok sa atin which is: Hirap kasi sa generation n'yo, you postpone living the life. You postpone meeting up with your friends, your family. You postpone the things that make you truly happy. 'Yan ang problema ng generation niyo. You're too connected digitally pero 'yung in-person meetings matter a lot. May mas felt na support group. Also, nag-share ako ng mga kaganapans tungkol sa health ko. HAHAHAHHA. Ending: Listahan ng mga docs na puwede kong dulugan with checklist pa. In fairness, the list and the checklist is impressive. LOL. Me: Uhm. I'm fine. LOL. Ready na me. Magtigil-tigil daw ako sa kabaliwan ko.

As a delulu-solulu, let it be. Saka having access to my go-to geriatric nurse friend and a doc (na 'di rin nagpapacheck up unless ma-ER siya) means getting meds I need and want. LOL. Kahit swero pa 'yan, g lungs. Minus the fucking doc appointments. Let's see where this leads. But first, ipon muna akong pake. LOL. I think I'll talk about doc visits and why I fucking abhor them to death some time, too. Been to hundreds of those na e. Parang over quota na tayo this lifetime and the next.

Dividing my things in MNL and outside MNL into two kinda equal parts. LELS. Syempre, may time spent pa rin sa MNL. Ganun talaga e. Pero more, more, more time talaga this year onwards outside MNL and beyond. Hihihihi. Siguro, this is my favorite thing. Sayang naman lisensya kong card version na! Panget lang ng print and material. HAHAHAHA. Piliin natin ang Pilipinas, ang Bagong Pilipinas. Always. Getting back to driving because gala is realzzz. Saka just in case my emergency, need ko na talagang bumalik. Got my license and sana makapag-scooter na rin me sa ngalan ng bunking na pabebe. Isa-isa lang. Naisangguni ko na mga kabobohan ko sa aking designated instructor tulad ng hindi ko talaga alam anong left and right lalo pag natataranta ako. Also, 'di ko pa rin sure ano ang gas at ano ang break, so good luck. Baka eto na 'yung final destination ko. :p

Gearing up MatchaME. E paano ba naman, may nakita akong South seller na pakak ang mga tinda. LOL. Shemay lang kasi 'yung mga gusto kong munting basic upgrades, laktas ang lakas at funds. Bakit ganun? Bakiiittt?

Setting real and felt healthy boundaries in all aspects of my flow. OPAK. Isa pa 'to. Siguro dahil na rin sa mga paganaps na sadsad sa shit hole and spiral kaya eto na tayo sa don't dare step on my line because I'll no longer tolerate it. Kahit joke lang. Kahit it's not meant. I don't care because I've been too lax with keeping my space and pace. It feels good and it feels like I'm back on track na. Less sleepless nights na rin. Siguro, eto na rin 'yung unti-unting pagbalik ng grit ko from my hey days. Nauntog na ng mala-concussion levels e.

Spending more time with people who matter most. Finally, after isolation szn, nagpapakita na akong muli sa small and smaller circle ko. Syempre, always open arms naman sila bilang sanay na sila sa akin. Pero 'di ko 'to kina-career kasi nga limited time only ang patience natin.

Sending letters na usually matic unsent. Maiba naman. Enough said. Like 'yung Father's Day post ko. Sinend ko sa tatay ko. Literal iyak-tawa siya while reading. My audience of one is kagat to the max with my piece of shit. :p It feels weird, wonky, and wonderful din. Sabi ng tatay ko: Nangaano ka e. Lahat dinamay mo pati magulang ko. Father's Day tapos may pag-connect sa lahat-lahat? LOL. Sabi ko naman na maganda message ko a.

Avoiding going to my ina's house because I know that it's triggering the spiral. I missed the pa-birthday paganaps for June babies and adults with Father's Day paganaps on the side. LOL. Oks lang din sa tatay ko kasi siya rin nasasad umuwi. Sabi ko 'wag na niya akong idamay. Saka natapos ko na mission ko sa bahay ng lola ko, so, move on. Don't look back ganern. Hence, pati Xmas ganaps, ekis na. No bitterness on my end. More of, 'wag na tayo sa mga spaces na hindi nakakakalma because I deserve peace of mind naman noh.

My 4th inaanak is officially part of the adult world. May work na while waiting for the results of the exams. OPAK. E sabi ko naman, 'pag 'di siya nakapasa, oks lang. Marami pang possibilities. Marami pang time to pivot. Pero sana, kung ano mang maging verdict, e mabitbit niya 'yung lessons sa experience niya. Magpapadugo raw siya. Sabi ko no need na pero oks lang din naman Maginhawa + Ikot food crawl. LOL.

A good friend whom I reconnected with recently is making great progress. Sobrang wild netong ganaps na 'to, so let's leave it at that. Buti na lang talaga tapos na spiral szn ko or to be exact kaya may silbi na ulit akong friend kahit munti. We're inching our way and so far, my limited patience and pake are not giving up naman. Need lang talagang maging more gentle kahit monster naman talaga me. LOL. Sana, matawid namin 'to at matawid namin siya. Kapit lungs as a delulu-solulu na naman ako.

Bouncing outta MNL in a few hours to go back to something worthwhile this weekend. Sana makaidlip pa ako because rachada hanggang midnight na naman po tayo for this Sabado.

[glacierruler]

Fuck

This is a vent post, it has to do with title 9 and possibly my ex(probably, don't know what else it could be).

So, a while back, like early October, was Pitfire(big event that the college holds). Anyways, my ex and I are both there, and we're avoiding each other like the plague.

Anyways, the day after, he sends an 'apology'(over text somehow,,, even though he's blocked???). I'm not gonna go too deep into it, but the way he worded stuff, and shifted what he did onto me, was not cool. Anyways I freak out and ask a friend about it. They tell me to go to title 9(something the school has). And I am very, very insistent that I do not want to do that unless my ex tries to contact me again.

Anyways, I end up venting about the situation to an acquaintance, because you know what, he asked, and I very much just want to rant about it. Especially since when a different friend and I were talking about my ex, he thought that I was looking for my ex and told them, and so my ex decided to find me. Anyways, another story for another time.

So this acquaintance, with the approval of the friend that I had vented to in the second para, ends up telling someone in student government(and I saw the dm too late to tell them not to, still kinda pissed about that, especially since it seems that if I had dmed them in time they still would've done it). Anyways I got an email from the title 9 coordinator today, talking about being informed of recent events and resources they have. And like, what the fuck is going on ??? If it was going to go to title 9, then I would've wanted to be involved, but it has been weeks since the last fucking text message. Idk, like, it just feels like I was getting back into the hang of things only to be put back into the pits of hell.

[daisyblossomsub]

Do Touch the Art | Para

Who: Danny Andrews & Daisy Blossom

Where: The gym on campus.

When: June 30th, 2023

Notes: Daisy gets to watch Danny work out and very quickly becomes an active appreciator of his masterpiece of a body - and plenty of onlookers get to see it all go down. @domdannyandrews

Word Count: 10,136

DANNY: These sessions in the gym with Daisy were beginning to become some of his favorite time he got to spend with the submissive. She always reacted so beautifully to watching him work out, eyes wide and adoring, flushed and so ready to help him relax after a grueling session. Though he did have to be careful not to develop a Pavlovian response to the locker room - she just looked so delicious bent over one of the benches while he fucked her, tits swinging and cries echoing through the room much to the delight of their usually present audience. Glancing over at the obediently kneeling redhead, he smirked as he noticed her squirm a little bit. He'd slid a plug into her tight ass before coming down today, and edged her three times between sets so far. Her clinging shorts were visibly damp. Just as he wanted her. Sighing, he set down the heavy hand weights he had been using for his bicep curls, slowly flexing his fingers. "Come clean these off for me, princess, then you can worship my biceps like I know you're dying to." He'd gone up in weight and reps to try and bulk up his arms, something he knew would make his girl swoon when he could toss her around even more easily.

DAISY: Biting her full, kiss-swollen lips (she and Danny had done their share of making out between sets, among other things), she squirmed on her knees, fighting the urge to reach up and grope at her tits, which were barely contained in her flimsy little sports bra at the sight of him curling dumbbells that were bigger than her head. He was sweating, grunting with exertion - but somehow, it seemed all for show; the weight he was lifting had to be easy for him considering how many reps he was pumping out. Her caramel-brown eyes honed in on the bulging flex of those arms, peaking as Danny brought the weight up through the rep and back down, repeating the motion over and over and over until Daisy was audibly moaning from her place on the floor. Finally, he finished and set the weight down for her to tend to. "Yes, Sir!" She squeaked, rushing forward to wipe the weights down with moist towelettes stocked in a dispenser nearby. Quickly but effectively, Daisy scrubbed at the handles until they were pristine. She disposed of the used towel and turned her attention back to Danny, her eyes widening at the sight of his arms, practically doubled in size thanks to the pump. "All done, Daddy! Now...may I?" She asked, though her tone was far more indicative of a begging plea - like she'd die if she couldn't get her mouth on the swell of his biceps in the next few seconds.

DANNY: Maybe he was putting on a little bit of a show for her. He couldn't be blamed for it. Daisy wasn't shy about admitting that she was very attracted to the fact that he could play the role of a muscle heavy gym rat, and her obvious obsession with his physique was one he would never discourage. So he furrowed his brow, grunting perhaps a bit louder than he might have if he were on his own, and fought a smirk at the sight of her squirming and moaning for him. The expression slipped out, cocky and smug, when Daisy eagerly jumped to wipe down his equipment, then peered up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers and pleaded for a taste of his pumped muscles. Danny swung one thick leg over the bench to face her, trapping her between his muscled thighs as he leaned down to offer her his bulging biceps. "Go ahead, baby girl," he purred, his free hand sliding into her soft hair to guide her mouth to the swell of his muscle.

DAISY: If the sight of his biceps didn't make her swoon (they did) then that cocky, sexy smirk of his definitely did the trick. Her lashes fluttered up at him and she leaned back on her ankles, accommodating him as he moved to take a seat on the weight bench - which might as well have been his throne given the power he exuded when he sat down. Once he was seated, Daisy scooted in, resting both elbows on his muscled thighs, her tits big, flushed and resting over his groin; she leaned back just enough to allow him to sweep down and flex his bicep right in her face. "Oh, God..." She moaned quietly, feeling slightly light-headed for how aroused it all made her - the sight of such purse, unadulterated masculinity right in her face like that, the pheromones she always reacted to from Danny, the smirk he had on as he watched her and finally, the dominant way in which he guided her towards his hard-earned peak. Lips parted and her tongue moved forward, lapping greedily at his bicep. Her eyes fluttered again and she scooted in, moaning loud although the sound was muffled against his arm. Her other hand clamored for his barely-there tank top, reaching up under the fabric to rake at his abs, higher and higher until she found his nipple, which she thumbed at before groping for a handful of his pec, all while her mouth was still latched on to his bicep, worshipping him with the kind of reverence she reserved for Danny Andrews. "You're..so big, Daddy..." She moaned out appreciatively, sucking little hickies against his bicep; her face flushed a deep shade of pink as she went at it like the sincere little muscle slut she was. "It's almost mortifying how wet this makes me... Honestly, I...should be above this, but God help me...this body of yours just...ruins me, Sir."

DANNY: He managed not to flex up to rock his bulge against her heaving tits - he would need to spend some time fucking those glorious mounds later to cover her pretty face in cum - but not quite yet. He wasn't done having her fawn and swoon over his muscles yet. And damn, did she deliver on that. Danny groaned happily as she made out with his pumped arm, massaging the back of her head slowly. He was sure she could feel the twitch of his cock against her tits through her skimpy bra and his thin shorts when he heard her moan, and again when one of those delicate hands wandered up to grope at his chest. Danny chuckled low, the sound almost cruel, amused by her comments and her sweet little blush on those cheeks. "Don't be ashamed, baby girl, I know you can't help getting wet over this. You know everything these muscles could do to your little body, after all," he murmured to her. His hand slid from her hair, pumping his other bicep in her face for equal attention. Once she'd obeyed, Danny reached down, easily sliding his big hand into her shorts, one thick finger sinking into her drenched pussy without any problems. "Damn, princess, I'm surprised you haven't left a puddle on the floor, this pretty cunt is so messy," he teased, kissing the top of her head.

DAISY: If there was ever a combination of stimuli that was definitively ‘too much’ - this was it. That deep, possessive growl she earned when her plush lips latched on to the peaked swell of Danny’s bicep combined with the way he effortlessly pinned her face to his arm which pulsed under her tongue as she worshipped it, on top of the tell-tale feeling of his hard cock barely concealed by his thin shorts against her tits, which were egregiously too big for her flimsy little sports bra. This was heaven for a little muscle slut like Daisy, and in a state of almost light-headed total submission she had no reservations about letting him now how blissed o it she was. Her delicate hand traversed between them, seeking out purchase on Danny’s pumped, broad pecs - a particular weakness of hers as Danny had to know by now.  Despite his assurance that she shouldn’t be embarrassed for how obviously riled up she was, her cheeks only blushed brighter. “Well…thank you for indulging me, Daddy.” She moaned as she came up for air from sucking hot, open-mouthed kisses against his flexed bicep - which, given his pump, had to be as big as her head. She almost whined when he released her, but her instinct was stifled and replaced with renewed pleasure when he simply switched arms, pointedly flexing his other bicep in her face. It was a display of utter, shameless confidence that had her dripping between her thick thighs. “Oh, God…” Daisy practically sobbed at the sight, lurching forward to kiss that tanned, pumped mound of muscle. As she licked at the other bicep, an elongated, helpless moan spilled from her lips when Danny used his free hand to slide under her tight shorts, entering her without pause. (Considering how wet she was, pausing was hardly an option, anyway.) “if it weren’t for my shorts, I’m sure I would have.” She responded shakily, batting her long lashes up at him. “…although I have a feeling these shorts aren’t going to remain in one piece for much longer… Care to show me how easy it is for you to rip them clean off me, Sir?”

DANNY: There was very little in this world he wouldn't indulge her in, to be honest. As long as she was obedient and respectful, which she always was in his experience, Danny was ready to give one Daisy Blossom the goddamn world. The fact that her deepest desires were to suck on his pumped biceps and rub her face on his thick pecs were just a bonus for him. He flexed his finger slowly inside of her, loving the way she was practically dripping down his wrist with barely a touch. Chuckling, he shifted his hand to graze his thumb over her clit, enjoying the way she shuddered at the stimulation. "Not quite yet. I want you to give me one more egde, baby girl, while you worship my pecs like they deserve. After you're going to get all this cleaned up and wait for me in the locker room while I shower. After that, well... I've been curious to see how your screams echo in there while you cum on my face," he murmured to her, leaning back slightly to let her shift her head so those eager, hungry lips of hers could move to the hard, chiseled mounds of his pecs.

DAISY: Daisy shuddered against him, her bottom lip clinging to a particularly prominent vein standing out against Danny’s bicep as another loud, shameless moan spilled out at the way he was working her over on his finger alone. He truly knew how to play her like a finely tuned instrument, and the music she made in response was loud enough for the entire gym to hear. At his request, Daisy just nodded, her face flush with need - not for herself, but for Danny; her sole desire beyond the simple carnal urge to kiss and lick every inch of muscle he allowed her to reach was to please him. Nothing would bring her to an edge faster than a face full of Danny’s pecs - so surely, he’d make short work of her. She smiled sweetly, ducking her head at the mere thought of how much noice she’d be making once Danny’s talented tongue was working her over in the locker-room for now, though, her task was set. She sat back on her heels and allowed him to adjust himself on the bench, leaning back impressively against the wall. Once he was situated, Daisy moved up, bracing herself on Danny’s thighs until she had her balance up knees. She then brought her hands up and groped at Danny’s pecs, her mouth making an ‘o’ as her almond brown eyes drank in the sight of such impressive musculature, still sweaty and pumped from such an intense workout. “It goes without saying, but you have the most impressive chest I’ve ever seen, Sir. These pecs are… God, I’m not even ashamed to admit I’ve gotten off on the thought of how they look under those tight shirts you wear, let alone how they look in my face while you’re fucking me…” Daisy whisper huskily, taking her nails down those solid, slabs of muscle. “Flex them for me, Daddy…please… Show off for me like the absolute stud you are.”

DANNY: He knew he lucked out with a girl like Daisy. He'd always been proud of showing off his body, eager to accept any compliments and praise but the way she worshiped him was beyond compare. Her flushed cheeks and demure little smile were like the cherry on top of the filthiest, most erotic sundae he would ever be graced with. So poised and perfect one moment, and the next she was a mindless little muscle slut begging for just a taste of his skin. He smirked, watching her take him in, one hand coming to wind into her beautiful, bright hair once more. A low grunt caught in his throat, the gentle bite of her nails on his skin making his pebbled nipples tighten even further right at her eye level. "Maybe sometime you can get off rubbing that wet cunt against my pecs while you suck my cock, princess," he suggested. He didn't hesitate, tightening his core and arching his back slightly as he flexed his chest, the shape of his muscles even more pronounced after such an intense workout. He sucked in a breath, holding the flex for her. "Touch yourself, baby girl, and show me just what a needy muscle slut you are for your Daddy," Danny ordered in a gruff voice.

DAISY: An easy, breathy sigh left her as one of those strong hands wound into her vibrantly red hair at the root, anchoring her and reminding her of his power - as if she needed it with his flexing, pecs and abs poised in front of her like they were. His suggestion had her vibrating with need. “Oh, Daddy…that’s one of your better ideas, I have to say. I just hope you’re prepared to deal with the inevitable mess I’d make of your perfectly sculpted upper body from that. Because…if anything could make me squirt in record time it’d be feeling these pecs flexing against my clit while I’m choking on your big, gorgeous cock…” Hours later when she’d look back on this, Daisy would blush furiously at how filthy her words were - but right now, it was all second nature; an instinctual response to the physical embodiment of her wettest dreams come to life right before her very eyes. As close as she wanted to be, Daisy had to lean back to take in the full picture; Danny Andrews, leaning back like a king on his throne, clenching his chiseled abs and sculpted chest so that every ripple and dip was on stark display under the flattering gym lighting. Daisy’s jaw dropped, and her nipples hardened under her bra, poking out with obvious arousal. She brought one finger to her mouth and sucked on it, whining and moaning as she basked in the view she was being gifted. She wasted no time complying with his order, her hand wandering down her body to her core. She palmed at her wet cunt over the material of her work-out shorts. Her chest rose and fell, her breath coming in laboriously deep exhales and inhales. “Daddy…” She moaned, her lashes fluttering up at him prettily. “I’m not just a slut for muscles. I’m your slut for your muscles, Daddy. I…I’m incredibly verbose a-as you know, but I’m having trouble articulating just how hot it is, watching you flex like that…” Daisy was shaking now, reaching up with her free hands to run in down from his rock-hard chest, over the chiseled ridges of his

abs and back up. As she felt Danny up, the dark wet spot in her shorts on lot grew more obvious - and the rate at which she rubbed herself picked up, an orgasm just out of reach but creeping up with increased intensity. “I’m so close…s-spit on your own pecs and let me lick it up, Daddy? Please? I…need to taste those big, hard muscles under my tongue…” she closed her eyes, 

DANNY: "You know I am, baby girl. You'd be the one licking it up after all, so you could get me hard again and ride my cock in thanks for letting you rub yourself off on my chest," he pointed out with a dark grin. Danny knew exactly what he was doing to her, knew how very deeply she would always react to seeing him puff out and preen like this just for her. His quiet confidence was obvious even to a casual bystander, but in these moments, he wasn't afraid to show off what a cocky fucker he could be considering Daisy lapped it up and begged for more. A low growl rumbled in his throat, looking her over from her stiff nipples barely hidden behind her flimsy bra, her flushed skin and best of all, the growing wet patch on her tiny shorts as she played with herself. That was all for him. "Actions are louder than words, princess, and I definitely know how you feel right now," he rumbled, lifting his hips slightly to crunch his abs under her touch, his cock jumping with the motion behind the loose, thin fabric of his shorts. Danny smirked wider at that. "Dirty slut," he crooned before leaning over, letting a glob of saliva drop from his mouth and slide over one round pec, repeating the action on the other side of his chest as well.

DAISY: Daisy outwardly moaned her agreement. Usually so articulate and eloquent, she could barely string a sentence together at this point - and the thought of licking up her squirt off the beautiful set of pecs she was currently ogling was enough to do her in if the idea of what was to come if she held off didn’t keep her motivated to do so. “I’d be so grateful, Daddy… God, it would be such a privilege to rub my little coût dire et l’y over your chest over and over until I came… You’d be physically using these big muscles to make me cum. Nothing…n-nothing is hotter to me than that, aah…” She sighed out, flustered and a little light-headed - the fact that this was all happening very, very publicly was completely lost on her. All that she saw was Danny Andrews - and it was all she wanted to see; all she’d ever need. She returned his cocky, boyish grin with a fleeting, almost shy smirk of her own, her nerves set on fire by the sound of his deep, possessive growl. 

She practically purred watching him crunch his abs like that. The fact that everything he was doing was for her and her alone had Daisy reeling. A fresh wave of heat rushed through her against her digits at the feeling of those abs flexing and hardening under her free hand. She gasped even louder as the motion thrust his very obvious, very endowed hard-on into her field of vision. He truly was proportional; huge arms, pecs, physique in general and massive cock to match. Daisy’s mouth watered, but before she had the chance to comment on how desperately she needed his cock pounding her throat raw, he complied one of her filthier requests. Even in her heat, she blushed - had she really just asked him to that!? But watching him spit down on the mountainous swells of his pecs, the saliva dripping down the pumped peaks like oil brought her to edge. She moaned thriftily and lurched forward, tongue first and lapped up his spit, biting uselessly down against the solid steel of muscle tbh at flexed behind taut, tanne

d skin. “Hold me against this big chest, Daddy…make me your little muscle bitch. Make me w-worship these fucking pecs, Sir - oh my god…”

DANNY: It was moments like this that his resolve was tested. This seemed to be how most of their sessions in the gym went, albeit this was definitely the most intense they had ever gotten. Daisy always surprised him with just how depraved she could get when she was lost in her own lust like this, and Danny couldn't get enough of it. She had hardly even wanted to take her panties off in public when they first met, and now here she was, desperate, flushed and clearly dripping for anyone to see, and begging like the sweetest cock whore he could ever imagine. He drank in every reaction like an elixir, the effect going straight to his cock and god, it would be so easy to rip off her shorts and lift her onto his cock right here - but no. Control was the key here. He'd given an order and he would follow through. Despite how hard he was watching her writhe and bite fruitlessly as his pecs after licking up his spit. "'Make you' my muscle bitch? Baby girl, you're already my muscle bitch, unless you pant and whine like this for every jock you see working out," he pointed out. He did hold her face to his chest though, flexing his pecs against her flushed cheeks almost to surround her in the firm, unyielding muscle of his chest. "One of these times we'll have to get a dildo for you to ride while you watch me, princess, and see how big of a puddle you make," he growled to her, unable to resist reaching down and into her silly excuse for a sports bra to tug one of her nipples roughly.

DAISY: Daisy groaned harshly, nodding eagerly against Danny’s chest at the assertion that she already was exactly what she begged him to ‘make’ her. “Oh, Daddy… O-Of course. I’m a slut…a helpless, sopping-wet little bitch for muscle. I c-can’t deny that I fall apart for any beefy jock that gives me the time of day but n-never like this for anyone else. Never.” She asserted that point plainly clinging desperately to Danny; their eyes met with equal intensity. “I suppose I just mean…use me like your personal muscle slut. Because that’s exactly what I-I am and all I want to be.” Her little speech was cut short by the aggressive way Danny took hold of her head, pressed her to his chest, and obliged - popping his pecs against her face, which was anchored between them. Her hands braced worshipfully on his biceps, her tongue lapping wildly at his skin as he smothered her. She nodded at his suggestion. “W-Whatever you want, Daddy… Anything, as long as I get to worship you like this…” She was almost sobbing with need, her shorts completely drenched with her arousal - a situation that was only made worse when he roughly groped at her tit, focusing his beautiful brutality on her hardened nipple.

DANNY: Even though she assured him he was the only one who got her like this, Danny couldn't help the fiery jealousy that flared in his stomach. But then she continued, and the inferno under his skin shifted solely to lust with the way she licked so desperately at his swollen pecs. He tugged her nipple again, then flicked the firm bud, aching to completely wreck the beauty in front of him. "Pretty little slut," he rumbled, tugging her hair to draw her face back from his chest, smirking at the desperation in her eyes and the wetness of her lips. "Keep touching yourself and just watch. I want to see you edge just on the sight of me." Keeping his hand in her hair to hold her in place, he leaned back ever so slightly with his feet planted. Once again he shifted his hips, crunching his abs and popping his pecs - body moving like he was fucking up into an invisible lover riding him. His cock jumped in his shorts, flexing and leaking, and sweat dripped down the side of his neck in the aftermath of the exertion of his workout.

DAISY: Daisy preened and arched against him, her body responding without limitation to the way he handled her. God, she wanted him to just rip her sports bra in half so he could slap and grope at her tits like he always did once they were out and freely his to play with, but the plea for that was swallowed by Danny tugging back from his chest - which was probably glistening with their combined saliva more-so than sweat at this point. She pouted up at him, falling back onto her ankles, her thighs spreading as she continued to rub at her core, watching him intently as he moved. “Yes, Sir… Please…show off that beautiful, hard body for me… I’m so, so lucky…” She breathed hard and helplessly, mewling and whimpering as pleasure mounted just from watching the way he could control his musculature - popping his pecs one after the other, than together, the mounds of pure muscle rippling at his command. He demonstrated equal mastery with his eight-pack and Daisy could have sworn she was drooling by the time she mnotcied the way his cock was throbbing under the fabric of his shorts. She noticed every last detail, her edge mounting closer and closer by the second. “Daddy…” She gasped in a choked, hitched voice. “Your arms…s-so big…flex them in my face, Sir… Please, I’m so wet…s-so close…”

DANNY: He let out low grunts of effort as he showed off for her, knowing the inherently masculine sound would only add to the aphrodisiac his mere presence already was. Idly, he wondered how far he could push this - how deep could he drive this headstrong, prim and proper submissive into a headspace like this, where she would probably adhere to his filthiest requests with only the most enthusiastic consent? It was something to explore for sure. Now though, he had a girl to properly torture, and she made the prettiest sight in front of him like this. Danny smirked and shifted one arm to flex his bicep, dragging her close once more. "Like this, my dirty girl?" he asked in a growl, holding her close but just out of reach of his bulging bicep, her face close enough to his armpit that it would be impossible for her to miss the smell of him though he had a feeling the extra sensation would only push her that much closer to the edge he knew she was flirting with.

DAISY: With every deep, rumbling groan Danny gave, Daisy rubbed at her cunt a little harder under she had no choice but to keep herself upright with her other hand as barely subdued pleasure threatened to overwhelm her tiny frame. A gasp fell from her plush, panting lips when he lifted his arm up into a flex once more. “Ooooh…” She loaned at the sight, shuddering and putting forth every ounce of effort she could muster to keep from coming at the sight. In the end, she had to look away for the briefest of moments to regain her composure. When she opened her eyes, renewed determination combined with unbridled lust was painted plainly across her soft, flushed features. She nodded in earnest at his question. “Oh, yes, Daddy… Just like that, thank you!” She preened forward, whining through her frustration at being so close yet still too far from the bulging bicep she longed to worship with her mouth once more. Her brown, lust-blown eyes veered to his sweat pit and moaned at the sight and smell of sheer, unadulterated manliness - an obvious pheromone that just about did her in. “You’re the definition of a muscle God, Daddy - Thank you for letting me worship you like this…oooh, I could cum right now, just looking at you flex like that…” As if to emphasize her point, she spread her legs, displaying that stark wet spot in her shorts just beneath her furiously rubbing digits.

DANNY: The way she had to glance away from him didn't escape his notice. It was little things like that that made his ego swell, to know this highly desirable and sought after woman simply couldn't contain herself from just the sight of him. He looked down to where she was touching herself, her shorts sopping by now, and he let out a rough chuckle. Danny let go of her hair and reached down, picking her up under her arms to perch her on his lap. He guided both of her hands to his shoulders, his massive hard-on pressing snugly against her damp cunt, those gorgeous breasts of hers smashed enticingly against his pecs. "You could... mm, but you won't, because you're my good girl even when you're being my filthy muscle bitch," he crooned to her, both hands curling possessively around her ass as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, startlingly affectionate even in the seemingly tanglble haze of lust surrounding them. "Do you remember what you're going to do while I shower off, princess?" he asked, his thumbs sneaking under the hem of her shorts to run across the smooth, supple flesh of her luscious ass.

DAISY: For the millionth time, a breathy little gasp fell through Daisy’s plush, parted lips as she marveled at the way he effortlessly hoisted her up off the grown and smoothing into his lap. As if she needed anything to make her hotter, the way he could toss her around like she was weightless would never fail to thrill the absolute fuck out of her. “God, I love how small I feel with you…” Daisy moaned as her delicate little hands were guided to those bulging shoulders, where they looked even more dwarfed set against. Settling properly in Danny’s lap, her pussy lips, sopping and straining at the thin material of her shorts, rutted across the rigid, thick erection throbbing underneath her heated sex. She started to bounce in his lap, seeking out any and all sensation she could provide for both of them. Falling forward, her D-cup tits pressed into broad expanse of Danny’s spit-slicked pecs.

She nodded, moaning incoherently in agreement with his sentiment. “Yes… Yes, as hot as I am for you and this perfect body, being good for you I-is my priority, Daddy… A-Always.” She groaned appreciatively at the possessive handle he had on her supple ass-cheeks. She threw her rear back into his grasp, again overwhelmed with how tiny and helpless she felt set against such a massively muscular stud. Her lashes fluttered when he pressed a light kiss to her forehead and in response, she surged forward, boldly pressing her plush lips to Danny’s mouth, her tongue desperately pushing through the seam of their lips to deepen the exchange. Her breath hitched when the calluses pads of his fingers brushed against the skin just under her shorts, inching closer to feeling him against her body the way she so badly needed to. Her mind was fuzzy with need, and she was straining to remember her own name, let alone an order from minutes ago. “Remind me, Sir? Please?” Daisy said softly, blushing in spite of herself, her hands groping worshipfully at Danny’s shoulders as she continued to dry-jump th

e clothed length of his cock.

DANNY: Her comment had his alpha hindbrain preening. He also loved how tiny she felt in his arms, so slim and delicate but lush in all the right places, as evidenced by the generous swell of her tits pressing into his hard chest. He could feel her cunt practically wrapping around his cock despite the two layers of material between their bodies, so eager for his length inside of her. Danny didn't stop her from humping him like she was, enjoying the friction on his straining length. "You're so tiny, baby girl, I'm amazed I don't break you on my cock whenever I fuck your little cunt. I could probably carry you around mounted on my cock without even thinking about it," he rumbled to her, knowing the thought of it would bring a heated moan to her lips. Her confirmation to be good was followed by her passionate kiss, and he squeezed her ass hard, laying a firm spank against one round cheek as he devoured her eager mouth. Her request for a reminder sent another low chuckle to his lips. "It's so hard to remember things when you're my brainless slut, isn't it, baby?" he teased. "You're going to clean up out here and put the weights back - ask for help if you need it, I know they're heavy - and then you're going to wait for me on the bench in the locker room I fucked you on the other day while I shower." Danny shoved her shorts up to make them look more like a thong than anything else, her ample cheeks on full display with the fabric caught between them. "Understood?"

DAISY: A strangled whimper came in response to imagery of Danny fucking her tiny, compliant little body on his cock up in the air, in those massive arms like she knew he could. “Oh, I don’t doubt it, Daddy…but if you ever want to put that theory to the test, you know I’ll be a desperately willing participant.” Then, their mouths were on each other’s kissing deeply, their moans swallowed up and muffled, the loudest of which coming from Daisy when Danny landed that firm spank against her plump, bubble of an ass. She sucked on his tongue, her hands dipping from Danny’s big shoulders down to the his pecs, her nails raking lines down his tanned skin as they passionately made out. Breaking apart, she only blushed deeper when he called her what she doubtlessly was - or had been reduced to - a brainless, horny little walnut; so far removed from her typically logical, put-together disposition. She was who she became with a man like Danny; and since there was no one quite like him, it was who she was only with Danny. “Mmhmm, very…difficult. Thank you for understanding, Sir. After all, my inability to think and remember is all down to how distracting you are. So really, any lapse in intelligence from me is your fault.” She said cheekily, leaning into press another kiss to his lips. She listened to her instructions and nodded her understanding. She was slightly disappointed that she wouldn’t get to shower with him, but she knew her patience would be rewarded tenfold if she followed through on her orders effectively. She gasped as the materially of her flexible, barely-there shorts were hiked up, practically disappearing between her full, plump cheeks. “Yes, Sir. Understood.” She slowly, reluctantly disentangled herself from Danny and retreated to the pile of massively heavy weights he’d left strewn around the area. “I’ll miss you, Daddy - so please don’t take too long, okay?“ she batted her lashes at him and then rose to her feet to start cleaning up as Danny retreated to the locker room.

Nearly all the weights were, in fact, too heavy for Daisy to even budge. She wasn’t an athlete by any means, okay? So, after enlisting the help of a couple brawnier men who finally came around to the weights after Danny left, (Daisy couldn’t help but smirk at the idea that they were intimidated by Danny - of course, who wouldn’t be?) she wiped down all the equipment he used and followed after him to the locker room. Not having orders to do anything else, Daisy perched herself on the very bench she’d been fucked over before and waited (not so) patiently for Danny to make his inevitably glorious entrance from the shower. Sitting there, Daisy imagined him standing under the steamy stream, his beautiful, muscular build slick with water and suds cascading down to the tiled floor. It was enough to have her cunt freshly wet all over again. Her cheeks were flushed and her knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the bench, fighting with all her night to keep from touching herself to her thoughts. She wanted Danny to see just how wet she got at the very idea of him without even touching herself.

DANNY: As loathe as he was to leave her, Danny didn't anticipate any problems. He'd made a name for himself at this place, and no one would dare mess with someone he'd so publicly clained for the time being. So with a kiss to her head and another playful spank to her ass, he strolled into the locker room. He stripped shamelessly by his locker, his cock hanging hard and heavy between meaty thighs. Danny wasn't blind to the attention he recieved from a few other men in there, the looks and murmurs only making him smirk as he crossed to the shower. The warm spray of water over his body was like the best kind of balm - well, second best only to what he knew he would be getting soon enough. Danny couldn't help but give his aching dick a few pumps as he cleaned off, groaning heartily - loud enough for Daisy to hear if she'd made it into the locker room by then.

He tried not to take too long, his ache for the beautiful submissive making him rush through his usual routine slightly. He stepped out of the shower, rubbing a towel over his hair and looking up to smirk at the sight in front of him. "Take off your clothes," he told Daisy as he sauntered closer, casually drying himself off, his length still firm and flushed and right at eye level with his horny, gorgeous muscle slut. Once she'd obeyed, he folded his towel and knelt at the end of the bench in front of her, tugging her hips to bring her to the very edge. "When was the last time I made you cum on my tongue, princess?" he asked, pressing maddeningly soft kisses to her inner thighs.

DAISY: She needed to remind herself how to breathe when Danny finally made his entrance. If she thought he looked sexy, drenched in sweat under the unforgiving, fluorescent gym lighting, it had nothing on how he looked in the warm glow of a swanky locker room, dripping from a hot shower from head to toe. Her chest rose and fell as he confidently strode towards her. Scrambling as soon as she registered what he’d even said, Daisy made quick work of her clothes, leaving her as naked as Danny was in the middle of the men’s locker room where anyone could come in and see her being used by the big man on campus. It was hotter than she could’ve ever imagined. A hand to her mouth as she gasped. “You’re still hard, Daddy! All because of me?” She asked innocently, fluttering her lashes up at him. Her eyes crossed cutely, trying to take in his length. Giving up on that impossibility, Daisy shook her head and watched as he got to his knees, still looking effortlessly powerful even at a stance that set him physically below her. She squealed as she was tugged towards him, her thighs spread so that he instantly was granted a face full of her sopping-wet cunt. Gripping at the edges of the bench harder with each teasing kiss he granted to her creamy thighs, she struggled to form a sentence, let alone remember a date. “Too…Too long, Daddy. I…I think I’ll squirt the first time you let me cum today. I-If you do. Just…fair warning.” Daisy chuckled, remembering when she’d squirted all over Danny’s pecs. She’d cleaned him up thoroughly that time, and she’d happily do so again and then some.

DANNY: He couldn't help but smirk when she so innocently took in the sight of his hard cock, and it was difficult to resist slapping the thick member to her pale cheek. He did though, merely squeezing the head of his swollen length. "You're very inspiring," he teased. The sight and scent of her intense arousal made his mouth water, her skin so soft and warm under his teasing kisses. Danny loved how he could feel her tremble at just the fleeting touches. "My poor denied little whore. I'm sure whoever wanders in here will love seeing you soak my chest." That was all the warning she got before he dove in, both hands cupping her ass to lift her drenched cunt to his mouth. Danny groaned against her, tongue rubbing firmly through her swollen folds. His lips pursed to suck at the sensitive flesh, until he reached her deliciously swollen clit, relentlessly lapping over the bud.

DAISY: Her plush lips parted, clearly mesmerized by Danny's impressive girth. "I...can see that." She managed, her heart-rate quickening as arousal enveloped her entire being. Blushing furiously at his comment, Daisy couldn't help nodding in agreement. "I'm sure they will. I...could even be generous and consider letting them lick up my cum from your pecs. I know how much you love having multiple worshippers ravishing this godly physique, Daddy..." While she wanted him to herself most times, when she was in the heat of her own desire like this, she couldn't deny the fact that seeing other people go crazy over Danny and his mind-blowing body definitely turned her on. Any other words she could have uttered were quickly denounced when Danny, evidently having enough of the small talk, took matters very firmly into his own hands and dove in, devouring her cunt as only he could. "Oh..O-Oh my God!" He'd eaten her out plenty, but never to this extent - like he was literally hungry for her. Her back arched, her body spasming uncontrollably against his tongue. "Da...Daddy, oh my...mmmf..." Daisy was sobbing, reaching out to grope at his thick, powerful shoulders, the feeling of which only amped up her pleasure to a notch that was off the metaphorical charts. "Oh...Oh... I'm going to... P-Please, I c-can't..." She pleaded uselessly - if he didn't relent, the squirt that was meant to dispose across his big, pumped pecs would instead make a mess of his handsome face.

DANNY: He chuckled low at her comment, nipping at her thigh. “My generous little princess,” he teased, blowing a stream of breath over her shining folds. Once he started licking at her though, he didn’t think he would be able to get enough. God, he was addicted to her. The noises she made, the way her shapely thighs squeezed around his head, the bounce of her generous tits when he glanced up to watch her. The sound of her pleasure echoed through the locked room - and apparently caught the attention of a tall, lanky brunette sub who had just finished his own workout. He lifted his head slightly from between Daisy’s thighs at her warning, lips gleaming with her fluids as he smirked up at her. “Go ahead, baby girl. Make a mess of my chest - I think this handsome boy would love to lick up your mess,” he growled, sitting up a bit to drape Daisy’s knees over his shoulders. The sub nodded frantically and stepped closer, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of the beautiful redhead writhing on the bench. Danny smirked, moving one hand to rub Daisy’s clit firmly, the other holding her leg in place so she would release right where she was meant to.

DAISY: Her arousal was mounting, and as it did, Daisy helplessly squeezed her trembling, plush thighs on either side of Danny's face, her body acting on its own accord to keep Danny right where she needed him. As if she needed further stimulation, Daisy reached for her own generously sized tits and roughly groped at them, all the while pretty little moans fell from her lips as she tumbled closer and closer to the point of no return. Luckily, permission came before she let herself go without it, earning Danny an incoherent, whimpered show of gratitude - so out of her mind with lust, she could barely register the other submissive who'd joined the scene, but the mere idea of someone else licking her cum from Danny's pecs was enough to push her right over the edge. Screaming and writhing uncontrollably, Daisy came, squirting hard as her body spasmed through waves of release that doused Danny's perfect, muscled chest. As the deafening rumble of pleasure subsided, Daisy, panting and absolutely exhausted, glanced up to survey the scene - Danny's pecs drenched in her release and a lanky little submissive dutifully, eagerly taking his role on his knees next to the Dominant. Daisy moaned appreciatively as the submissive wasted no time leaning in to lick up the mess Daisy had made, one hand groping at one of Danny's flexing pecs while his tongue worked over the other until it was clean save for the wake of saliva left by the submissive's tongue. He repeated this against the other side of Danny's chest and then dipped down to finish off what had dripped down to his abs. "Thank you, Sir... I can't wait to tell my roommate that I got to lick cum off these pecs. We're always checking you out while you're working out. He'll be so jealous. You're such a...mmm...muscle stud, Sir. God..." He turned to Daisy next and grinned, his face gleaming with remnants of her cum. "You sure are lucky, ma'am." Daisy giggled breathlessly, turning to Danny, and responded mostly to him. "Oh, I know."

DANNY: There was nothing more he loved than watching his girl come undone completely like this. Her screams echoed so beautifully in the locker room, her shapely legs twitching and wrapping tight around him as she came and came all over his chest. Danny sucked in a deep breath, smoothing his hands over her thighs and easing them from his shoulders as she seemed to relax, leaving the eager submissive boy room to pounce on his drenched chest. Danny glanced up at Daisy, smirking cockily, one hand running over the boy’s dark hair while he lapped up the delicious mess from his pumped pecs. Despite the attention from the other sub, his focus was on the beautiful redhead still panting on the bench. “You’re welcome, boy. Let your roommate know I’m always happy to entertain needy muscle whores while I’m working out,” he teased, even though his gaze didn’t move much from Daisy. Her comment made him smirk wider, and as the other sub scampered away, he got up from his knees, perching on the bench and carefully drawing her into his lap. “That was so sexy, princess. Maybe I should keep you denied more often,” he said playfully.

DAISY: Daisy sat back and watched with as much focus as she could manage as the conversation between Danny and the other sub played out. It was such a conflicting feeling - the notion that Danny was so openly available to being worshipped by other submissives in the gym fuelled the flame of jealousy...but it also fuelled a very different sort of flame that made her just as hot. She gave the sub one last little smile as he flitted from the scene, leaving the two of them alone again. "Mmm..." Daisy sighed, falling comfortably into Danny's arms, her own draping across his strong shoulders, fingertips dancing across his sweaty upper back as she settled against him. "It was quite intense, wasn't it? Did our guest-star clean you up well enough?" She glanced down to Danny's chest, her cheeks heating up in slight humiliation at the fact that even after such an intense orgasm, the very sight of those pumped pecs could have her swooning so fast all over again.

DANNY: Once they were alone, Danny had to admit, it was better. He was always posessive of the beautiful redhead, even around other submissives, so the base side of him breathed a sigh of relief once he had her all to himself again. He rubbed her bare back smoothly, his rigid member poking against her stomach with how close she was. "He did, but you definitely excel at worshiping my pecs like they deserve, baby girl," he murmured, kissing her nose, then her lips gently. He smirked as a sudden idea came to him. "You know, with how pumped I am from my workout, I could probably manage to check something off of our list of things to try... fucking you while standing," Danny murmured, wondering if Daisy was up to bounce so freely on his cock.

DAISY: Adorably, Daisy scrunched her nose up at his kiss, batting her lashes at him as he pulled away. “For all my talents and accomplishments, being proficient at worshipping your pecs is the one I truly hold in the highest regard, Sir.” She giggled, making light of it even though she quite honestly was quite serious about that. Muscle worship was one of their key, shared kinks, so excelling at it was very important to her. Just as a subtle lull of exhaustion began to overtake her, she perked up again at his suggestion. Blushing, Daisy sat upright and wet her lips. “Oh my God, I’m so inconsiderate! You haven’t even cum yet!” She leaned forward draping her arms across his strong shoulders, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes, yes, can we, please? I don’t think I have enough energy to do anything but sit in your arms while you do all the work…” She gave him an apologetic little smile, even though the notion of showing off his strength through fucking was hardly something Danny would be opposed to

DANNY: "It is a very admirable skill, princess, I do have to agree," he teased back, enjoying how her sweet giggle echoed in the locker room, so different from her screams of not long past. Danny chuckled at her sudden realization, like the press of his hard cock against her belly wasn't enough of a reminder. "I think that's understandable, you did just cum your brains out all over my pecs," he rumbled, eyes warm. Looping his arms around her waist, he stood with her in his grasp, stepping away from the bench a few paces. "Can you manage to get my cock inside you, baby girl?" he murmured, flexing his hips and lifting her up slightly so his member slid along her drenched folds.

DAISY: Truthfully, she was so blissed out from having such an intense orgasm that it was difficult to tell her rights from her lefts. Even Danny’s massive hard-on probing at her soft tummy wasn’t enough to phase her. “I appreciate that acknowledgment, Sir - still no orgasm, no matter how intense is an excuse for me ignoring or neglecting your needs.” She leaned forward and pressed an almost comically chaste kiss to the shelf of his pec, humming sweetly as she did. Before anything else could be said, she felt herself being effortlessly, bodily lifted from the bench. Squealing, she scrambled for Danny’s shoulders. As strong as he was, she couldn’t help the nerves that went along with being thrown around like that. Her breath hitched at the feeling of his cock sliding across her soaked cunt. “I… Oh, God…mmf…. Okay, Daddy.” She purred, her eyes darting to his lips as she reached behind her bent body, grasping at Danny’s cock to angle it up and into her heat. Her lips parted in an elongated moan as he filled her up. “You’ve got me, Daddy?” She glanced to the side, getting wetter just at the feeling of his colossal biceps flexing on either side of her.

DANNY: He groaned as his length slid inside of her perfectly tight heat. A tremble tingled through his thighs, but not enough to distract him from holding firmly to the beautiful submissive in his arms. "I've got you, princess," he promised, one wide palm curled around her hip, the other sliding up her back to hold her securely in his grip. "Just keep your legs and arms around me, baby girl, and I'll take care of the rest." Danny bent his legs slightly, giving her a bit of a shelf to rest on before leaning back a bit. His abs and biceps bulged with the position, especially when he began flexing his hips to fuck up into her dripping hole. "Oh fuck, Daisy... mm, you look like a little fuck doll like this," he grunted out, watching her almost boneless in his grip.

DAISY: That was all Daisy needed to hear. Danny’s word, combined with the undeniable strength she felt coursing through his thickly muscled body as he hoisted her easily into the air made her feel perfectly safe, even held up in the air like she was. She scrambled for his back, eyes rolling back at the feeling of waves or powerful muscle flexing under her worshipful hands as he started to fuck up into her sopping entrance. “That’s what you like, isn’t it, Sir? A tiny little doll for a big, sexy man like you to fuck senseless like this?” Daisy responded coyly, lashes fluttering, her eyes falling to the expanse of his chest she could see above the point where her massive breasts were pressed against. “You’re all of my fantasies come true, Sir…I can’t even articulate it properly. You’re just…an absolute sex God and I’m so honored you let me worship your body and service you the way you deserve…” She surged forward and kissed him messily, her tongue licking into his panting mount to taste him as her arousal coated his length more and more with every powerful thrust Danny delivered.

DANNY: He smirked at her, sweat starting to gather on his forehead again from arousal and the effort (minimal as it was) of holding her like this. "Exactly, baby girl, and you love being my little fuck doll," he growled back confidently, his hips rolling in slow thrusts into her for now. The utter adoration and worship on her face was just as arousing as the clutch of her cunt around his member, her beautiful eyes hazy but focused only on him. Danny groaned as she leaned in to kiss him, his hand sliding up her back to hold her close, arm moving to lock around her waist. His thrusts got harder in this position, driving firmly up inside of her, wrenching a rumbling moan from his chest. "You do it so well, baby, I couldn't think of denying you the chance to worship me," he rumbled back breathlessly. "Gonna breed your tight cunt, baby girl." he grunted, already bordering the point of no return from how utterly hard he'd been for so long.

DAISY: The handsome smirk took her breath away almost as easily as the rest of him did. She returned a soft smile of her own, one hand clutching at his back, the other running through his red, shower-dampened hair. “Oh, more than anything.” She agreed through heavy pants, nodding as she moved in closer, kissing him wildly, clutching tight to him, holding on for dear life as the pace of his thrusts picked up, throwing her up and down in his bulging arms. The deep, growling moan she earned sent a shiver through her. “Please…do it, Sir…pound that load into your muscle slut’s little p-pussy. It’s all…all yours.” She blushed furiously for the filthy words that fell from her lips. She was still a lady after all, but somehow, in Danny’s big arms, with all her turn-ons activated, she became everything but.

DANNY: She felt amazing around him, her sounds echoing through the locker room, but nothing would ever drive Danny over the edge like the way his prim and proper little Daisy would turn into a filthy slut, hungry for degradation from him whenever they were in a scene like this. His brow furrowed, breath ragged and explosive with each thrust into her clutching heat. "That's right, baby, all mine... my girl - fuck!" The sound he let out was obscene, low and rumbling almost viciously in his chest as he found his release. Danny clutched to Daisy, definitely hard enough to leave bruises on the delicate skin of her hip, his arms shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. Still, he held onto her securely, keeping her cuddled against his chest with no chance of slipping from his arms.

DAISY: She could feel his release approaching, not only from what he was saying but from the staggered lack of control that seemed to overwhelm him as he teetered over the edge. Still, she never feared for a second that he'd drop her. His arms bulged and flexed on either side of her bent little body, pinning her to his sculpted body so tightly that she wouldn't stand a chance at slipping away - as if there were anywhere else she'd rather be. She flushed at the notion of possession Danny growled out as he came, the deep tone of his words making her feel so small, powerless, and perfect in his big arms. His grip on her was beautifully painful, just enough to let her know she'd have marks left behind to remind her of this particular brand of heaven. As he came down, the grip on her body slackened enough for Daisy to move her legs, winding them around his waist with his cock still deep inside her. She settled in his arms and kissed his neck, her hands running up and down his back comfortingly. "Thank you, Sir... That was so...so hot. It was better than anything I could've imagined." Daisy said sweetly between kisses. "I'm your girl...yours...all yours."

DANNY: He took a step back, leaning against the wall behind him as he fought to catch his breath. Complete satisfaction washed over him, lost in the haze of his pleasure and the sweet, gentle praise from the beautiful girl in his arms. He moaned softly, loosening his grip and running his hands over her back and down to her ass, just feeling as much of her soft skin as he could. “Mm, my perfect princess,” he agreed, nuzzling into her hair. “You’re staying with me tonight, baby girl. No way I could wake up without you in my arms after this.”

DAISY: Daisy giggled, practically giddy in the wake of such intense pleasure. She kissed his cheek and nodded against the crook of his neck once his handsome face was buried lovingly in her hair. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Sir. Thank you. Besides, you’ve exhausted me completely. I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything for myself for the rest of the night. If you’ll have me, I’ll stay right here in your arms from now until we wake up tomorrow morning.” She leaned back and kissed him soundly, her lashes fluttering to a close as the kiss, slow as it was, deepened with a hitched little moan from her. As they kissed, the sound of a group of people entering the locker room interfered with their blissful little bubble. Blushing, Daisy turned and saw about five guys, fresh from their workout, gaping at the pair of them. Daisy reasoned anyone would be a little taken aback to find two lovers sweaty and embraced like this, as if they were the only two people in the world. Giggling only loud enough for Danny to hear, she turned back to him. “Perhaps you should whisk me away to your suite now, Sir. I don’t think they’ll be able to find their lockers with us distracting them like this…”

DANNY: He chuckled into their kiss, humming contentedly. Having Daisy in his suite, his bed, his arms, just soothed something deep in his belly. Danny was about to respond when they suddenly had an expanded audience, a smirk touching his lips, though he pointedly gathered Daisy closer to his chest. While he did love showing her off, he liked it to be on his terms. "I think you're right, baby girl." His nose wrinkled slightly as he moved, his length sliding wetly from her heat, but he carried her over to the bench once more to set her down. Quickly, he handed her one of his t-shirts, a clean, soft relic from his high school days he knew would swim on her. "Put that and your shorts on, princess," he instructed. He only bothered with loose sweat shorts himself, knowing another shower was definitely in their future once they got back to his room. Once Daisy was dressed, he slid his arm possessively around her shoulders, giving a stern look to the still enamored audience as he kissed the top of her head.