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livealittleoc-cb · 8 months

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"Oh dearest darling, what do you expect when you fall so fast?~ I can't blame you though, I'm quite beautiful.~"

･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: Aphrodite [Flora Caecilius]

⋆｡°✩ Greek Goddess of Love, Desire, Sexual Pleasure, Fertility, Beauty, && Grace

⋆｡°✩ Older Step Sister of Cupid

⋆｡°✩ She is a nail tech && owns a nail polish line

⋆｡°✩ She has a Dove named Peace && a Black Swan named Pearl

⋆｡°✩ In "human" form she's from Los Angeles, California, United States, in Astria he's from Upria [Island of Cyprus]

⋆｡°✩ She/Her | Pansexual, Polyamorous | 25 [Human Years], is as old as Love && Beauty itself | 03/01 [Libra] | 5'5"

⋆｡°✩She is:

level headed

easily jealous

chill

uncaring most of the time

possessive

God Information / Form Stuff

⋆｡°✩ she feeds off of love, beauty, grace, && sex to keep his strength

⋆｡°✩ acts of beauty && grace fill her up so much && she has to feed off of sex && love from time to time

⋆｡°✩ she frequently can be seen at her nail salon or at Hera's hair salon

⋆｡°✩ she loves parties && salons/boutique shops

⋆｡°✩ when she feeds his eyes turn a pastel pink

⋆｡°✩ as a goddess she can smell && sense emotions well but the smell/sensation of love is the strongest things he can depict

⋆｡°✩ she has more strength then a normal human && average to other gods

⋆｡°✩ she can change his "human" apperance [height, eye color, hair color, etc.]

⋆｡°✩ each god has a human name they go by, his is Flora

⋆｡°✩ in his goddess form she is a lot taller

⋆｡°✩ she can get up to around 6'5"

⋆｡°✩ in her goddess form she has one pastel pink eye && one light blue eye, she wears a pearl necklace && bracelet, her hair is white && wavy, her nails are permanently painted hot pink && pastel pink, she has no tattoos or piercings in this form

⋆｡°✩ she tends to have higher expectations for certain things, meet these expectations && she's all yours~

⋆｡°✩ can give off sugar mommy vibes [she is not one]

⋆｡°✩ call someone more beautiful then her && get ready for a jealousy tantrum-

⋆｡°✩ when not in astria or the human realm she resides in the olymipian realm [olympus]

⋆｡°✩ in her half && half form she is her normal 5'5", has a nose ring, her eyes are either their normal one pink one blue or fully light blue or fully pastel pink, straight all snow white hair [says it's dyed, it's actually not-]

Extras

⋆｡°✩ natural eye color: one pastel pink && one light blue

⋆｡°✩ both eyes might turn blue when jealous

⋆｡°✩ has a nose ring, no current tattoos

⋆｡°✩ likes: makeup, lipstick, handbags, leather jackets, two pieces, swans, pearls, the color white, snow, smiles

⋆｡°✩ dislikes: idiots, perverts, shameless flirts

⋆｡°✩ languages: a little bit of romanian && english

NSFW

⋆｡°✩ pure switch, obedient sub, soft or hard dom; some of her kinks are oral [giving], marking [giving && receiving], breeding [receiving], size kink, pegging, impact play [giving && receiving], praise [receiving], hair pulling [giving && receiving], orgasam control [giving && receiving], shibari/ropeplay [giving && receiving], rimming [giving], face sitting [giving], nicknames/names of empowerment [mommy, miss, mistress, etc.] [giving && receiving], hosiery, food play, angry sex, possessiveness, public

⋆｡°✩ hard nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

⋆｡°✩ she's open to most kinks

⋆｡°✩ her eyes glow hot pink when arroused

⋆｡°✩ safe word: rose

⋆｡°✩ uses 💋 on dash

Relationship Statuses

⋆｡°✩ at the salon && calm

⋆｡°✩ single [0/3], uninterested

⋆｡°✩ friends:

⋆｡°✩ family:

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feverinfeveroutfic · 1 year

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love is not enough | chapter eight

“I really, really don’t like the take-off,” Q was saying.

The three of them had boarded the next plane to New York City followed by Edinburgh, and there was very little time to even so much as mess around. After the girls had received word that their pimp was after them, he knew that they had to lay low until their next plane left the tarmac there in California for the East Coast. It had been a rather tricky three days before then, and he had the thought of leaving a day early because he had no idea as to how or where this guy was coming from.

It almost resembled a dream in hindsight, especially once they boarded the plane.

He had taken his spot there near the front entrance of the plane with those two girls, both of them donned in black leather jackets, snug jeans, and heavy black Doc Martens: Q had put on a black beret with a bright red and white flower at the front upon her fuzzy hair, while Jay had done her hair into a tight, long ponytail at the back of her head and accompanied it with a heavy black newsboy cap, complete with a pin of a cluster of wide, thick leaves and three little bell-shaped golden yellow flowers.

“You two look like you belong in the military,” he remarked once Q settled in at the window and Jay at the aisle.

“We kind of are cavalry,” Q joked as she opened her handbag there on her lap. “Cavalry of the streets.”

He turned his attention to Jay next to him there at the aisle right as she took off her hat and shook it a bit: he noticed the glimmers of gold embedded in the threads at the crown.

“Is that a bouquet?” he asked her with a gesture to the pin: amongst the leaves and the two flowers, he spotted little jagged lines that color of orange creamsicle.

“Taro,” she said. “You know, those tuber plants that grow in the tropics, places like Hawai’i and the Philippines and near the equator. Those little lines are black coral—Hawai’i’s gemstone.”

“Oh, I see!” he declared. “It’s kind of interesting. You don’t really see that.”

“My great aunt took my grandma and my mom to Hawai’i when my mom was about ten years old,” she continued. “Ever since then, my mom has wanted to take me at some point. Great aunt gave her this pin about a year before she passed—I was only four years old when she died, so I have no memory of her—and then my mom gave it to me when I was in high school for good luck. It’s apparently from Moloka’i, about ten years after the whole leper colony went away and it was open to the public.”

“Do you still talk to your mom?” he asked her.

“Oh, yeah, I’m really close to both of my parents,” she replied. “She always tells me I’m like a combination of her aunt as well as my grandma, like all of my behavior comes from them rather than her—like for example, she’s a lot calmer, often to the point of fault, whereas I’m a lot more feisty and likely to play devil’s advocate like those two women. And I kinda feel bad, though.”

“Why is that?”

“I can’t tell them what I do for a living. I don’t them to worry about me. They worry about me enough as is—my dad is almost sixty and he wants to retire, and my mom wants to give up work altogether and go for her dreams in life. I make good money, but I still don’t really want to tell them. Plus, I find that it’s not really appropriate to talk about it. Imagine trying to tell someone at a really formal dinner party that you make a dickload money by railing people in dickloads.” She looked on at the pin and sighed. “Add to this, I come from a family that wasn’t really open about things like sexuality. I had to figure it all out myself.”

“My family’s the same way,” he assured her. “Like, exact same. I’ve always been kind of nervous to talk about crushes and things with both of my parents. I’ve always been nervous to tell girls I like them, too. I always just feel like I don’t have it in me, like I don’t have that quality. It’s like playing guitar, it’s either something you can either do like you were born to do it, or you can’t.”

“So, we should consider ourselves lucky?” Q chimed in right then.

“Absolutely!” he declared with a hearty chuckle. She took out a small red camera out of her bag and took the protective cover off the lens.

“You actually bought a camcorder?” he asked her, albeit with a nervous chuckle.

“Yeah, why not?” Q said with a sly smirk. “You never know when we’re going to need it.”

“Like protection,” Jay said with a straight face.

“Like protection, exactly,” Q added, also with a straight face.

A few more people filed onto the plane before them: the door closed and they were set to fly off to the East Coast. A three hour flight only to be broken by a little layover in Kansas City: another five hours after hitting New York, and they would be in Scotland and away from anyone who needed money from those two girls on either side of him.

“Some day, I’ll be up there in first class,” he vowed to them: indeed, they glanced up to the filmy cadet blue curtain which separated them from the view into the first class section.

“Go to first class and put our feet up and indulge our tummies in all the cookies,” Jay told him with her eyes hooded and her lips puckered at him.

“You say that like we can’t put our feet up here,” he teased her, and he rested his feet on the little slender bar under the seat in front of him. Jay and Q did the same thing with the seats before them as well.

“I also say that like we can’t have any cookies, either,” Jay added, and she leaned into his face for a soft kiss on the side. Q joined in on his other side, and they both kissed him in unison. He could feel his face growing warm at the feel of their soft lips on his skin: when Jay brought her kisses down to the side of his neck, he curled his toes inside of his shoes. Q moved closer to his mouth and he struggled to stretch out his legs before him even with the lack of space around them.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun over in Europe,” Jay suggested.

“Might have a little fun in New York, too,” Q added. “We like New York. Nice big city to disappear in if we want to.”

“Funny, I do, too,” he told them. They kissed him in unison again when the lights go buckle in flickered on over their heads. The plane taxied along the runway under the span of the blue sky: things were clear in Kansas City and a little cloudy in the Big Apple.

Q hunkered down in the seat and closed her eyes to the window: he put his arm around her to keep her company. Jay held onto his knee instead of the arm rest.

The plane sped up and then lifted off the tarmac into the sky: the landscape fell away so fast, and soon they were in the clouds. It was rather dizzying to be so high up in the air and so quickly no less, but he reached for the book that he had brought with him and plunked it open over his lap. Q kept her attention directed away from the window as she focused on the camcorder. Jay, meanwhile, leaned back in the seat, pulled the little bill of her hat down, and closed her eyes for a nap. A bit of rest once they were away from their greedy pimp.

They had only been up in the air for about twenty minutes when he could feel the affects of his morning coffee coming forth. Careful not to wake up Jay, he tucked the bookmark into the spot and then climbed over her legs onto the center aisle. He kept his head bowed given he had forgotten his hat at home, but he had a feeling that no one there in the plane would recognize him, and lucky for him, he found the bathroom was open.

It was tight fit, even for a slim and slender young man like him. He had no intent on spending a lot of time there, anyway.

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and he thought about Jay and her taro pin. Something told him that he was going to need all the luck from the Hawaiian archipelago that he could scrounge up for himself.

No sooner had he zipped up and closed the lid when a knock on the door jarred him down to his core.

“Occupied,” he called out.

“It’s me,” Q called through the door. He opened the door and there she was with the camcorder in hand.

“Hey, babe, everyone on the plane is asleep right now,” Q whispered to him, to which he raised his dark eyebrows at her.

“You really wanna go there with me?” he teased her, and he showed her a sweet lopsided little smile. She skirted inside of that tiny cramped bathroom: once he shut the door and locked it, she kept her back to the wall.

“You go there,” he said with a slight chuckle.

“Yeah. Have a seat and open your legs.”

“Have a seat?”

“Yes. Have a seat.”

He swallowed and took his spot there on the lid: to do it without brushing his knees against her was a challenge. But she managed to stand right in between his legs with the camcorder before her face.

“So, what do you want me to do? Unbutton my pants or something?”

“Take ‘em off,” Q commanded. “Best you can, anyway.”

He noticed that red light was on. He reached down and unfastened the button on his jeans again, but that time, he tugged them down enough to reveal what resided underneath. His hands and his skin there were clean enough.

The light in the bathroom felt like something out of a porno, too, with the hard fluorescence on his lanky arms and crown of lush black curls: then there was the tiny plume of gray at the right side of his crown. He gazed up at the lens, at his own reflection there as it stared back at him with those deep blue eyes.

Guitarist. Songwriter. Student of Joe Satriani. Adult film star.

He noticed Q and the little smirk on her face.

“This next one is on me,” he said to her in a low, husky voice.

“Oh, you sexy devil,” she breathed out to him.

“That’s my porn star name, I’m guessing?” he teased her as he slid out his dick and held it in both hands.

“Nah—we’ll think of something for ya, big boy,” she vowed. He could see her zooming in on his crotch, and he ran his fingers all over the tip as well as the sides of the shaft.

She licked her lips.

There wasn’t any space but he knew that they could perhaps find some in Kansas City.

The plane then jerked around, such that Q nearly lost her balance. She clutched onto the camcorder and steadied herself there against the door. He could see the fear in her eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s just turbulence,” he assured her. He sat up and reached for her, even with his pants still undone. She looked down at his dick out in the open like that, and he could see the infernal lust in her eyes, even with the fear of god stricken into her.

And then he realized it was something else. This wasn’t just fear from being thirty thousand feet in the air surrounded by wind, especially as it subsided right then. He leaned in closer to her face, and she closed her eyes.

“He’s not here,” he whispered into her ear. “I promise you.”

“I also worry about—my illness returning and being unable to work,” she confessed to him.

“It won’t return,” he whispered some more into her ear. “I promise you that.” He lightly kissed her on the ear, and then the side of her neck. She parted her lips and let out a low whistle to steady herself.

He stood before her and fixed his pants before they made their way out of the bathroom with no questions asked from anyone around the back end of the plane.

Jay stood up for them to climb back into their seats, and then she huddled closer to them.

“Everything okay?” she asked them.

“Oh, yeah,” he assured her.

“Camera works, by the way,” Q added, and her face lit up.

“Oh, I see,” Jay said, and her hand crept onto his knee and then back down his thigh towards his crotch.

“Thank you for sharing your legs with us,” she told him, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I try my best,” he said as he sank down in the seat: he opened his legs for them, and they leaned in closer to his face again.

“We should think of a porn name for him,” Q suggested.

“I thought we did?” Jay said with a raise of her eyebrow.

“I don’t remember it,” he confessed.

“Candy man,” Q suggested. “Because he’s so sweet and tasty like candy.”

“You called me ‘sexy devil’ back there,” he chuckled.

“Sexy devil,” Jay said, and then she wrinkled her nose. “I dunno, that’s a little too on the nose. You said you like New York, right?”

“Yeah, my parents both hailed from there,” he told her. “Your classic, friendly neighborhood Jewish couple, dare I say.”

“How does Tevye sound?”

“Tevye?” Q asked, and then his face lit up.

“Oh, I see what you’re getting at,” he flashed Jay a wink. “Tevye Mishkin the Devil.” He put his index fingers upon his head to imitate horns.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby doll?” She and Q leaned in for another simultaneous kiss on either side of his face to seal the deal. The plane jerked about again, and both women clutched onto his knees to steady themselves.

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briamichellewrites · 2 months

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Mike and Dave were patient as they followed Bria around Saks. They recently came out with new clothes and accessories for the upcoming season, so there was a lot to see. They couldn’t tell the difference between one handbag and another. She tried explaining the prices to them but it went over their heads. They only understood when she used car references. The less expensive bag was like a Toyota. The more expensive bag was like a Ferrari.

Okay, they got it. A woman listening to their conversation laughed. She had to do the same thing with her husband. Mike nodded and expressed compassion for him. She laughed again as she walked away. Bria found a black leather Prada bag for forty-two hundred dollars. It was big enough that Princess could fit inside it. She would put it up high where the cats couldn’t get to it.

All in all, she spent three thousand dollars on a handbag, shoes and clothes. It was way over her hundred-dollar limit given to her by Jason. She wasn’t even looking at the prices when she was picking out what she liked. The boys were amazed at how expensive everything was. They could never afford it. Then again, their parents were not billionaires like hers. Dave came from a single-parent family. His mother raised him and his brother after her divorce.

They moved from Plymouth, Massachusetts to Mission Viejo, California when he was five. His father stayed in Plymouth and they saw him occasionally. His parents’ divorce made him appreciate his mother and the sacrifices she made. He was not close to his father and he had anger towards him not being there.

He would give his mother the world if he could because she deserved it. The cats were interested in seeing what the humans brought home. Was there anything in there for them? They jumped up on her bed, as she was taking everything out of the shopping bags. No, it looked like human stuff. Princess climbed into her new handbag when she wasn’t looking. Dave and Mike laughed. She turned around and asked what they were laughing at. Dave pointed out Princess. Meow.

“Dude, that cost forty-two hundred dollars.”

Meow. It’s mine, human!

“She claimed it. It’s hers now”, he joked.

She reached in and took her out. Princess meowed in protest. Until she was put into one of the large shopping bags. There, she could play in that. She took the handbag and put it safely in her closet. Princess felt safe inside the bag. Her triangle ears poked out. Mike reached into the bag. She nibbled on his fingers. He laughed.

Henry and Micha came over looking for their sister. Micha looked inside the bag after getting on his hind legs. What are you doing in there? She looked up at him and told him she was hiding. He thought she was a weird cat. She tried swiping him with her paw but she tipped the bag over. It scared her, so she ran out. Dave picked her up and held her. Thank you, human. Cats were easily scared because they had to always be alert.

They were hunters, who were also the prey for larger wild animals. Bria thought about getting a new underwear set but not with Dave and Mike. That just seemed embarrassing. She would buy it later. After putting everything away, the five of them went downstairs to her studio. It was their hangout area. She turned everything on, as the cats roamed around.

Brad asked about coming over because he hadn’t seen her in a long time. She invited him over to hang out the following day. Mike asked her privately if they would hook up. If they were, he would let them have privacy. No, she wasn’t ready for that. He understood though he recommended telling him about her boundaries. Did she feel comfortable telling him about what happened? Yeah, she did. He probably already saw it on the news. Okay.

“It's your body. You are the only person who owns it. Nobody can take that away from you. We will always respect your boundaries. If we do anything that makes you uncomfortable or triggers you, please tell us. The last thing we want to do is hurt you.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

Recovery was one step forward, two steps back. She needed to learn she was safe because her mind was still in fight or flight mode. While in rehab, she had moments when she freaked out because one of the men got too close to her. She instantly apologised because she felt horrible once she learnt that they meant her no harm. During group therapy, she talked about her assault. The other patients were also survivors of sexual abuse or assault.

They talked about what their triggers were. The group leader helped them come up with ways they could heal their trauma – that didn’t involve self-medicating or self-destruction. For her, it was music. Kate Spade dropped her because of her relapse. She broke her contract. It hurt because she loved working with them. But she had to be held accountable.

They were not going to enable her drug addiction. She was not going to continue modelling because she felt like it was a lot of pressure on her. Her manager agreed that it was not the best idea for her, especially with her just coming out of rehab. What would she want to do instead? She wanted to continue making music and acting. They decided to give her another year, so she could get used to being home.

“My mind is in a constant state of fear and paranoia. I have to remind myself that I’m safe. I have moments where I think ‘It's been a year. Shouldn’t I be over this by now?’ Recovery is not linear. Some days, I feel confident. Some days, I want to just stay in bed because it’s safe. The more I force myself to get over it, the harder I beat myself up. I have to do this sober because getting high means losing everything. I remember how good heroin made me feel. I will always have that in the back of my mind. It’s easier to find someone to sell me heroin. It’s a cycle.”

Did she want to get high? Yes, she did. She would always have cravings. Her memory would always remind her of how good it made her feel and how everything would be better with heroin. That was addiction. She hated it because she was a slave. The risk of overdosing was higher during a relapse because her body was not used to having the drug in her system.

Her body would start shutting down. That was how people died. They went back to their usual dose and their bodies couldn’t handle it. The first year of sobriety was the hardest. Every year she was sober, it got a little easier. How was her foot? It healed up nicely. She couldn’t see the track marks anymore. Why did she shoot up in her foot? It was easier to hide than her arms. What was the worse drug: heroin or meth?

For her, it was heroin. Meth gave her so much energy. She felt euphoric like she was on top of the world. It also made her lose her inhibitors. She could make love to whoever for hours. It was the best feeling in the world. The crash was horrendous. She felt like shit. Her whole body was exhausted. She was anxious, depressed and had little to no energy. All she wanted to do was sleep. That’s why it was so addictive. People used it over and over to avoid coming down. She was so happy she never got addicted to it because it was horrible.

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