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personal headcanons | leon k.

genre(s): humor, romance, erotica, modern au warning(s): female reader in mind, language, age gap, self indulgent, fingering, oral, p in v, voice kink, mentions of choking, bodily fluids, dirty talk, pet names, mostly me being a horny spazz for this man, not proofread now playing: funny how time flies - janet jackson

‣ most of your jokes consist of poking fun at your age difference.

‣ seriously. gen x vs. gen y is strong with this one.

‣ prime example: you give him shit about his car still having a cassette player.

‣ “get with the times, grandpa.”

‣ “fuck off. it’s retro.”

‣ “you’re retro, old man.”

‣ thinks the fact you still watch cartoons is endearing.

‣ but, “what the fuck is adventure time?”

‣ will “back in my day” you until you roll your eyes and scoff, shutting him up with a kiss.

‣ has your back despite how often you call him old.

‣ like you’re not getting up there yourself—your aching back and knees!

‣ goes out of his way to bring you little trinkets and snacks when he goes on missions in other countries.

‣ it eats him up that he can’t divulge the secrets of his profession.

‣ never wants to hide anything from you; you make him want to give you the world.

‣ but he knows he has to keep some secrets to protect you.

‣ you love him nonetheless.

‣ tug on his little heartstrings when you fall asleep on the phone with him.

‣ or when he catches you between sleep and consciousness on the couch when he’s had another late night around the office.

‣ secretly loves whisking you off to bed like some knight in shining armor.

‣ ridiculously gentle despite his imposing figure and calloused hands.

‣ sometimes riddled with those intrusive thoughts of choking you because he knows he could crush you with how small you are compared to him.

‣ not like you’d complain—sometimes, you ask him to lose a little control.

‣ and that scares him shitless because, who made you like this?

‣ despite how badly he wants to show you how much he’s missed you, he lets you sleep.

‣ holds you tight while you sink below the depths of unconsciousness.

‣ because sometimes, letting you go feels like you’ll disappear in a plume of smoke.

‣ but when you awaken before the sun…

‣ oh, it’s on.

‣ because you think you’re so slick, rutting your little ass against him in the wee hours of the morning.

‣ challenge: accepted.

‣ knows what his voice does to you. how the low rumble of it makes you clench and stutter.

‣ and when you rub your thighs together to ward off that fuzzy rush of endorphins between them…

‣ fuck.

‣ “did somebody miss me?” he croons, his stubble coarse in the junction of your shoulder as he litters your neck with kisses and holds your chin in his massive hand.

‣ loves to tease you into submission.

‣ will touch and suckle everywhere except where you want him the most.

‣ and he will do this for hours until you growl for him to “stop being a little shit.”

‣ “thought you were sleepin’, baby.”

‣ plays with your pretty nipples until they’re pebbled and straining against your clothes.

‣ flitters his tongue over them, groaning because you taste and feel so goddamn good.

‣ spreads you open like a flower with long, languid strokes of his fingers.

‣ and the sticky glide of your cunt against his fingertips makes his dick jump.

‣ “makin’ a mess for me already, love? so fuckin’ cute, aren’t you?”

‣ alternates between circling your clit and testing the barrier of your sticky, slutty little pussy hole depending on how your body responds to him.

‣ because when you undulate your hips against him in response, he soaks his joggers with pre-spend.

‣ will make you cum at least thrice on his hand.

‣ and will keep fucking you through your orgasms because, who told you to feel this good?

‣ until you beg him for something more filling.

‣ can give you a solid two rounds in pound-town.

‣ he’s not as young as he used to be, god dammit. cut ‘em some slack.

‣ apologetic if he cums before you, though he makes it his mission to ensure you get yours first.

‣ but will finish you off with his mouth if you so please.

‣ eating you out is his favorite pastime. he gets hard all over again just from being between your legs.

‣ will twine your fingers together and maintain some semblance of eye contact while he unravels you with his mouth.

‣ and will groan into your cunt to let you know how appreciative he is for the meal.

‣ vocal af.

‣ will continue until your thighs clamp down on his face, signaling him to “s-stop. to-too much.”

‣ god forbid he’s in a teasing mood because you’ll have to punch him to get him to stop.

‣ but, you’re irresistible when you beg, and—

‣ fuck. he’s suddenly up for round 3.

‣ aftercare is immaculate.✨

‣ has a hard time keeping up with your energy sometimes.

‣ but will definitely heft you up with one hand as he walks you into the house to kiss you stupid against the wall of your entryway.

‣ will definitely dance on the table with you in his underwear.

‣ and indulges you in your childish requests—pillow fort? he’s down.

‣ content with just existing in your presence.

‣ you’re his vice; his kryptonite.

‣ and he’s hopelessly romantic for you.

‣ because you have him doing all the cliche shit. kissing in the rain. swinging hands on the beach, walking into the sunset. sporadically showing up at your job with flowers and takeout.

‣ grabbing your ass in public to let everyone know that yes, this old man’s hittin’ that.

‣ he’s head over heels for you.

‣ and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

‣ because you make him feel something he thought himself dead to for years.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

HBCU CONFESSIONS.

Part Two

The Great Conversation: A Historical Introduction to Philosophy sat on a circular table within the study hall of the dorm building. Erik was dressed down in a red graphic hoodie that read Lost Tribe in black letters with the map of Africa on the back. He paired it with grey joggers and Jordan retro 11’s. He checked his I-watch for the fifth time. It was going on 5:20 pm and Valencia hadn’t shown up yet. Erik wished he’d gotten her number.

Two minutes later, Valencia came rushing over, carrying her books in the crook of her arm and a flustered expression on her face. Erik sat up straighter in his seat and his eyes couldn’t help but scan her body. She was still wearing the same curve-hugging dress she’d worn earlier that day. Her braids were now up in a ponytail with a few hanging in front of her face.

She sat her bag down beside the table and before she could even pull out her own seat, Erik was behind her in a flash. Valencia’s back stiffened and she gasped. Erik gripped the back of the chair and slid it out across the carpet. Valencia couldn’t help but notice how Erik towered over her. He was standing at 6’3. She looked up at him with a faint smile and bashful eyes.

“Thank you, Erik.” She says with a light voice.

“You’re welcome.”

They each took their respective seats. Valencia opened her bag to retrieve her book and her notes. Erik waited patiently, staring at her with a slight, dimpled smirk.

“I’m so sorry, I’m all over the place.”

“No worries, Valencia.”

She finally had everything in order. Valencia exhaled and sat her palms down on the table to calm herself. She giggled and Erik couldn’t help but to laugh himself.

“I’m not always late, you know.” Valencia said to her defense.

“Can’t always expect to be on time every single time.” Erik replied with a smirk.

“I knowww,” Valencia tucked a braid behind her ear, “But you’re a TA. This isn’t a great first impression.”

Erik folded his arms against the table and leaned in. He quirked a brow up at Valencia, staring her down through his gold-rimmed glasses.

“You have a point,” Erik swiped the bottom of his lip with his tongue, “Prove to me that you know your shit, and I won’t hold it against you.”

Valencia turned away because she couldn’t stare him in the eyes.

“You have a deal,” her eyes darted towards his face then down towards her lap.

Erik’s eyes burned with mischief. He loved that she was shy and he wanted to push her limits. See how far Miss Valencia could go.

“Aight, let’s get started.”

Erik opened his textbook.

“Where exactly are you in class?” Erik asked.

“Free will,” Valencia sorted out her notes, “Yes, Free will.”

“Okay…”

Erik combed through the textbook until he found where he needed to be.

“What do Philosophers believe about free will?”

“Uhm—”

“Don’t look at your notes, tell me.”

Valencia was startled by Erik’s command. She cleared her throat and started playing in her hair.

“Uh—well I know that it’s a requirement for agency, rationality, creativity…”

“Okay, that’s good. So, as far as accounts of Free Will, what exactly is the Faculties Model of Will?”

Erik glanced over at Valencia. She was pondering his question.

“…It’s the dominant view of the will for much of medieval and modern philosophy…their possession of certain powers or capacities…”

“Very good. They also possess the capacities for intellection and volition. Another way of saying this is that free agents alone have the faculties of intellect and will.”

Valencia clicked her pin and scribbled down what Erik said like a good pupil. Erik continued to throw questions and topics at her, challenging Valencia. It was the way he did it that helped her retain the information.

“I’m so used to just…reading from my notes over and over.” Valencia said.

“It’s the active recall. Don’t get me wrong, using notecards is okay, but all that time you spend creating fifty cards, you can use this study technique by asking questions about the subject you want to learn after reading the subject, which will help you retrieve information deeper. You want it to go deeper, right?”

Valencia stared at Erik with a dazed look.

“Valencia? Did you hear me?”

“Ye–Yes—”

“I said, deeper, right?”

Valencia chewed on her bottom lip. Erik wanted to chew on it himself…

“I do. I want to remember the information better. The method helps me out a lot.”

Erik smiles at Valencia and she glanced up at the ceiling with a blush. He couldn’t visibly see the heat creeping up her face, but her cheekbones and half-smile was enough to tell. They went on to cover one last topic, Epistemology. After another thirty minutes, their study session was complete.

“You got it, just a little more practice and you’ll be set.” Erik encouraged.

“I hope so. How did you get so good at everything?”

Erik laughed, “Everything?”

Valencia giggled into her hand. She couldn’t stop smiling. It was the most adorable thing Erik had ever seen. Her giggling and smiling was infectious. This is probably the most Erik has ever smiled and laughed in one sitting.

“I mean—what I’m saying is—I saw your achievements and you’re pretty impressive. I aspire to be like that.”

“…Thank you. What are you studying again?”

“Psychology. I want to branch off into Neuropsychology. I plan to go back to school for my PhD.”

“There’s so much you can do in psychology. Believe it or not, I wanted to major in psychology at one point but engineering just stuck to me.”

“Why engineering?”

Erik gave Valencia a lopsided grin that showed off a glint of confidence. She focused on his plump lips, porcelain teeth, and gold slugs.

“There’s so much you can do. You can choose to work on projects that benefit society, help clean the environment, develop prosthetic aids, create clean and efficient transportation systems, find new sources of energy, alleviate the world's hunger problems, and increase the standard of living in underdeveloped countries. The possibilities are endless. And on top of all that, you make a lot of money…”

Valencia couldn’t tell you everything he was saying honestly. This man was too fine. The way his voice sounded to her ears felt like asmr.

“…job security and excellent job prospects—”

“You’re like, very attractive.”

Erik rested his hands in his lap and cocked his head. Valencia jerked her head in the direction of the window and shook her head.

“That came out unexpectedly,” Valencia laughed with embarrassment, “But you are—”

“Thank you.” He drew in a long breath, “Coming from someone as beautiful as you…”

Valencia held her breath. She hung her head and smiled. Internally, she was jumping up and down.

“Thanks,” Valencia fidgeted.

“Anytime, beautiful,” Erik continued to stare at her while his fingers tapped on the table.

“Are you from Houston?” Valencia questioned with a timid voice.

“Nah. I’m from California. That’s where I live currently but I decided to come back here for my doctorate.”

Valencia nodded her head. She crossed her right leg over her left thigh and leaned in with her elbow on the desk. That gesture showed that she was warming up to him.

“I love California. I have an aunt and a few cousins that live there currently. They’re in San Francisco.”

“That’s where I’m from. Oakland. I’m staying in LA right now though. Are you from here?”

“Yes. Born and raised in Houston.” Valencia replied.

Erik stretched his arms above his head.

“Tired?” Valencia asked.

“A little. I worked out really early this morning and I had to deal with that party.”

Valencia giggled, “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault. I didn’t see you there.” Erik said.

“Rochelle used to let us get away with a lot…”

Valencia looked over at Erik.

“I know. Which is why she’s no longer your RA…”

Her body shivered slightly. The air was too cold in the building. She thrust her chest out unknowingly and Erik could see the outlines of her erect nipples through her dress. He leaned back in his chair to admire her fully.

“I’m not an uptight motherfucker but I’m not gonna let these students walk all over me. I have a great rep here at TSU and I wanna keep it that way.”

“Oh, no, I totally understand,” Valencia reassured him, “I love that you follow the rules. Rochelle acted as more of a friend and she really didn’t know how to discipline…”

Hm,” Erik licked his lips, “I’m really good with discipline.”

“Oh?” Valencia says. She felt her body tremble.

“I’m very assertive. I tend to…take the lead in situations. It can come off as aggressive…sometimes I have to work on that.”

“Okay…”

Valencia rubbed her arms.

“Cold?”

“A little—”

“Here…”

Erik stood up and proceeded to take off his hoodie. Valencia paused, staring at Erik’s torso. He had on a white T-shirt underneath that clung to his biceps and chest. The muscles put her in a daze. He handed her his hoodie from across the table. Valencia accepted it and pulled it over her. It fit her like a dress. She fixed her braids and smoothed down the wrinkles in the hoodie. It smelled like him. She fought to press her nose into it.

“It looks good on you.”

“You think so?” Valencia wasn’t so sure.

“Yeah. So Valencia, do you mind if I have your number?”

She was not expecting that. Her eyes went wide with surprise.

“Is that okay?” Erik asked with furrowed brows.

“YES!”

She covered her mouth with her hand. She didn’t expect to scream it. Erik was cracking up.

“Yes, it’s okay. I’m sorry I don’t know why I yelled like that.” Valencia toyed with one of her braids, “Yes you can.”

She retrieved her phone and unlocked it. Erik did the same. They exchanged numbers and switched back.

“That way, you know how to get in touch with me if you have any questions about philosophy or just…anything in general really.”

“Definitely. Thanks so much, Erik. I really appreciate you.”

“Anytime. And you know you can always knock on my door…”

Oh, yes. He does have a dorm on the same floor as hers. She beamed at him and he smiled back.

“Sure…I can do that.”

They both stood up and gathered their things.

“Well, this is goodbye for now. I have to get ready to meet some friends tonight.”

“I hope I didn’t hold you up,” Erik tucked his textbook inside his bag.

“No, no.”

They stood there for a moment, staring at each other. Valencia broke eye contact first and turned away to leave. She glanced back at Erik, giving him a final wave goodbye before heading towards the elevators. Erik returned the wave with a smirk, his eyes never leaving Valencia.

—————-

Cindy, Skai, and Brielle were sitting in a booth nursing mixed tequila cocktails. Skai was sitting next to Brielle and Cindy was third-wheeling. She rolled her eyes every time Skai and Brielle would eye-fuck each other. Valencia texted Cindy’s phone that she just parked and is on her way in.

The Poetry Party Live is a college hotspot. They’re known for playing great music, having tasty food, and drinks that sneak up on you. It was definitely a more romantic vibe that Friday evening. So many couples were on dates. Cindy spotted two professors in the booth in front of them. Professor Boyd and Professor Parham.

Valencia came in and she searched the throng of people until she recognized Brielle’s ginger coils. She changed into an orange dress that compliments her mocha skin. Cindy looked up and over her shoulder, waving Valencia over with pleading eyes.

“What took you so long?! I’m dying over here!”

“My bad. I had a tutoring session that ran a little late.”

“They’ve been torturing me,” Cindy cringed, “And Dior isn’t here yet.”

Valencia frowned.

“Who invited Dior?”

Cindy pointed to Skai. Skai sipped her drink with a guilty look.

“I’m sorry! She really wanted to come. You still don’t like her?”

“No, I don’t, Skai. She’s weird.”

Skai rolled her eyes. Brielle laughed.

“Is she drunk already?” Valencia asked.

“You know she is. This is her third one.”

“Brielle!”

“It’s a Friday night and I passed my lab practical!”

“WOOHOO!!

Skai bounced up and down in her seat. Valencia squealed, reaching over to shake her friend excitedly.

“YES BITCH!—oh shit, I’m loud as fuck.”

Andrea looked up from her seat in the booth over and noticed Valencia. They locked eyes and waved to each other. Brielle glanced over her shoulder at Andrea. James turned around with a smirk on his face and a glass in his hand with dark liquor.

“Oooh! Ya’ll on a date?!” Cindy teases.

“Yes, we are,” James replied with a chuckle, “Hope you’re ready for that test on Monday, Cindy.”

Cindy shot James a playful glare that had everyone laughing.

“I’m kidding! Enjoy!”

James turned back to his date and the girls snickered.

A waiter brushed past Valencia and Brielle shouted to get her attention. She halted her footsteps, long ombré braids swaying against her back. She smiled and made her way over to them.

“Need anything else ladies?”

“Our friend just showed up! Can you get her a—”

“Long Island Iced Tea please.”

“Okay! Can I see your ID?”

Valencia opened her small white Telfar bag and plucked her license from her wallet. She showed the waiter and she put a thumbs up.

“Almost your birthday!” The waiter said.

“Yeah! Twenty-two.”

The waiter sauntered off and then a round of applause erupted around them. A full-figured woman with sister locs made her way on stage. She stopped in front of the mic, testing it to make sure it was on. She scanned the crowd with a warm smile before introducing herself. The instrumental to Floetry Say Yes started playing. She was blanketed in spotlights and the rest of the club was shrouded in low ambience.

“This one is called Enticing Night…”

whisper light, a sigh so deep,

In tangled sheets, secrets keep.

Your touch ignites a fevered glow,

As fingertips trace paths below.

On velvet skin, my hands explore,

Each curve, each line, I yearn for

more.

She paused, appreciative hums making her words all the more real.

Breath mingles in the heated air,

A rhythm builds, we're lost in where.

Our pulses race, in sync they beat,

In this embrace, our worlds complete.

“Thank you…”

Snaps filled the room.

“That was good,” Valencia accepted her drink.

“Dior!”

Skai stood up to get her attention.

Valencia looked up at Dior fighting the urge to roll her eyes. She didn’t understand what Dior didn’t like about her, maybe it was because of Isaiah? As far as Valencia knew they weren’t together. And she didn’t want him anyway. Dior scooted next to Skai, directly across from Valencia.

“Brie, Cindy, Val…”

“Hello,” Valencia waved.

“Why ya’ll chose this place? Ya’ll don’t wanna shake some ass?”

“Girl, we did that last weekend. It’s okay to switch it up,” Skai argued.

“I feel like I need whatever Brie sippin’ on because she is lit!”

“Peach Tequila!” Brielle shouted.

“Okurrrr. I’ll have that then…who the waiter?”

Cindy pointed at the young girl who was currently clearing off a booth.

“She got a phat ass butt,” Dior bit down on a long acrylic french nail, “She can have all my monies…”

“You’re such a whore for some booty, Dior.” Skai jokes.

Valencia giggled. She swirled her straw around her drink before taking another sip. Cindy rocked back and forth in her seat, singing along to Beyoncé Check Up On It.

“Hi! I’m Chanel…”

“Hi, Chanel, I’m Dior. I wanted to order what she had.”

“Okay, ID?”

Dior flashed her ID at Chanel while giving her a seductive look. Valencia and Cindy share a look before laughing into their drinks.

“you fine. You like girls?”

Skai slapped Dior on her arm. Chanel laughed at Dior.

“I have a man, but thank you.”

It was so cringe.

Chanel walked away and Dior’s eyes were glued to her ass like flies on shit.

“You need to chill. What’s up with you and Brooke?”

“That bitch? Girl…”

Dior and Skai talked about her drama while Valencia excused herself to the restroom. Brielle ended up following her. They entered the bathroom and Valencia let Brielle go first since she was on the verge of pissing herself.

“You never told me who you tutored with!!!!” Brielle yelled.

“My crush,” Valencia smiled.

“For real?! What does he even tutor?”

“A lot of shit but it was for philosophy. He asked for my number.”

Brielle flushed and damn near shoved the door open. She gawked at Valencia before they switched places. Meanwhile, Andrea exited the stall next to theirs and she walked over to the sink to wash her hands.

“So basically that means he’s into you? So the HBCU blog was the right thing to do, huh?”

“Yep! If it wasn’t for the advice the owner of the blog gave me, I wouldn’t have made it this far!”

Andrea slowly dried her hands while hanging onto their every word. Valencia flushed and left the stall. Andrea tossed her paper towel and stood within the mirror to fix her ponytail. Valencia caught her eye in the mirror and smiled.

“How’s everything going this semester, Valencia?”

“It’s going good. A little harder than last semester but I’m close to graduating so that’s good.”

Andrea nodded her head with a bright smile.

“You got this girl. And good luck with your crush…”

Valencia giggled. Andrea left the restroom, holding the door open for a woman to enter.

Back at the table, Andrea scooted into the booth to find another drink. She gave James a look and he chuckled.

“You know I have a lot of work to do tomorrow, James.”

“That’s why you need this drink. Take a damn break.”

Andrea rolled her eyes sassily before grabbing her drink. She toasted with James before taking a sip.

“What took you so long to ask me out?”

Andrea peeked at James from the top of her glass.

“I didn’t want to cross any boundaries. I didn’t wanna look like that guy friend who only wants one thing. That’s not what it is with you.”

“I get it,” Andrea sat her drink down, “I’ve crushed on you hard since undergrad…”

“Same. I always thought you had a thing for Daka though.”

“Seriously?” Andre laughs, “Everyone says that.”

“I see now it’s like a brother and sister thing.” James said.

“I used to sit back and watch you run after all these chicks…Thinking back to that Kappa party, my Delta sistas kept hassling me to tell you how I felt…”

Andrea traced the rim of her glass with her finger. James watched her intently.

“I’m just happy both of us get to sit here and express how we really feel.” James said.

“Me too.”

James cracked a smile before reaching over to grip Andrea’s soft hand. He stroked the top of her hand with his thumb.

Valencia and Brielle walked past their booth and settled into theirs.

“…That D9 party is gonna be lit tomorrow night!”

“I’m tryna go. Took y’all long enough!”

Brielle slipped past Dior and Skai to take her seat. Valencia sat down and pulled out her phone.

“You still talking to Isaiah?”

Valencia looked up at Dior.

“No. I’m over him.”

“Oh wow, what happened?”

“He wasted my time and he’s annoying as hell.”

Dior let out an obnoxious laugh, “YEAH. I could have told you that.”

Valencia looked towards the ceiling.

————

-I know it’s late, you’re probably not up. I just wanted to thank you again for your help 🥰 he asked for my number today! I don’t think it was because he’s interested but it’s a step, right?

Valencia sat alone in her dorm room wearing Erik’s hoodie and some panties with her braids tied down with a satin scarf. She sat at their desk with the television on in the background.

-I’m here ☺️ I’m happy I could help. If he asked for your number, I’d think it’s because he’s interested. It’s a big step actually.

Valencia typed a reply.

-You think so? I mean, he did flirt a little today. I just get so nervous around him.

Erik was in the middle of sprucing up his gold boots. He’s wearing a pair of red briefs with no shirt. It felt weird staying in the dorms when he has his own room at the Omega Psi Phi house. He picked up his phone to see the message that Valencia sent him.

-Don’t be. Try to be more open with him. See where it goes 😏 did you do anything special tonight?

-I went to this poetry club with some friends. Had two drinks and I’m a little tipsy now. It was an okay experience.

-...Is there anything that could have made it even better?

-yes 😭 if I was spending it with Erik. I wonder what he’s doing right now.

-you should text him. See what happens.

Valencia looked over at her phone next to her.

Fuck it. She had a little liquid courage.

Valencia: Hi ☺️

She made her way back to the blog

-I did it! 😭

Erik fell back against his bed. He typed a reply.

Erik: Hello 😌

Valencia: I hope I didn’t wake you.

Erik: I’m up. How was your night?

Valencia: it was alright. You?

Valencia nibbled on her nails anxiously.

Erik: Hazy. Had a little smoke session.

Valencia returned to the blog.

-Is it too late for a dare?

-Definitely not lol. This is fun. What’s the dare?

-I dare you to send a risky text. However you want to.

-How risky though?

-😈

Erik waited to see what she would do. He wanted to see how far she would go. The fact that she would have preferred to spend the evening with him made him wonder what they would have gotten into.

Erik: Did you crash on me?

Valencia:

She couldn’t believe she sent that picture. She tossed her phone on the bed and stood up from the desk. Valencia paced back and forth. Hands covering her face, heart racing, stomach in knots. Did she do the right thing?

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…

That picture was meant for Isaiah and boy was she happy she sent it to Erik instead. She’d heard her phone vibrate minutes ago but she was too scared to see what he said. Valencia walked over to the bed and picked up her phone. She pressed it against her chest, scared out of her mind. Overthinking per usual. Finally, she looked at his text and boy was she glad that she did.

Erik: Shit girl 😍

Erik: 😍😍😍😍

Erik: I can’t stop staring 😩

He didn’t expect that at all. That was the furthest thing from what he expected. He sat up in bed and drooled over that picture. That ass up and that beautiful arch. He wondered what other pictures she was hiding. He loved her body so much. He knew exactly what to do with all of that. Play into his size kink. His dick was brick hard. No pussy in almost a year. The longest he’d ever gone without sex. He could have easily linked with his ex girlfriend on campus but he pictured himself digging Valencia’s guts out whenever the fuck he pleased.

Valencia: 😛

Erik: You tryna tell me something? 👀

Erik: I see you do like it deep…That tutoring session was necessary after all 😍

Valencia was over the moon thrilled at Erik’s reaction to her pic. So much that she was jittery. Back on the blog, Valencia quickly typed.

-I can’t believe I sent him a risky photo. I thought he wouldn’t have liked it but I was wrong 😂

Ping.

Erik went back to the blog messages. Wouldn’t like them? Was she crazy! He loved them! Boy was he happy that he found out about Valencia when he did. He wanted to put her in that position. Arch that pretty back over the edge of his bed, slip her panties to the side, and slide his dick in deep and slow. He wanted her to feel his length. He had a big toy dangling between his legs. Girls with that type of body can take dick. Girls who arch their backs like that need the dick.

-No. if the feeling is mutual, why would you think that?

-IDK. I’m always overthinking shit. 😭

Valencia had to take a second to rethink what she was doing. Sure, she wanted to do unspeakable things with Erik. Nasty things. But she felt she was coming on too strong. Maybe she should dial it back a little…make him …yearn for more? Tease him. He’s older and definitely has more experience. He’s probably used to woman throwing themselves at him. No. Valencia was going to do the opposite. Who said she couldn’t be shy and purposely excite and sexually arouse while withholding gratification?

She left him on read.

Valencia logged out of the blog and shut off the light for bed. She pulled her duvet back and just then, Brielle came in. She had her curly, ginger hair up in a puff. Her pleated skirt was situated higher around her waist, showing some of her ass. Her cropped shirt was dangling from her shoulder and she looked freshly fucked.

Brielle noticed Valencia was still awake and she gave her an enigmatic smile.

“I’m surprised you’re still awake.” Brielle whispered.

“I’m surprised you’re still walking,” Valencia laughs.

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It was 6 am and Erik stood on the race track and stretched his quadriceps. Flexing his toes in his green Nike running shoes, he took off running. He liked to go for a run around the track before he did any strength training. AirPod Max Pro’s over his ears, shirtless, and black running shorts on, Erik was a mission. In the zone, the heavy bass from the rap song he was listening to fueled him.

Erik made it around the track once before stopping to take a sip of water he’d left at the bleachers. He jogged over to grab a drink and when he looked up he saw his ex girlfriend from undergrad, Jeanette, stretching her hip flexors. She glanced up at Erik and waved to him. Erik returned the gesture. She stood tall and made her way towards him. She’s wearing a track and field outfit, similar to what she wore back then when she ran.

“Stevens. It’s been a while. How are you?”

“Good. You?”

“Great. Have you been avoiding me?”

Erik arched a brow.

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know…you’ve been back for a minute now and I haven’t had the chance to catch up with you. It feels like you’re dodging me.”

“Nah, Jeanette. I’ve been busy. What happened to that dude? The one that keep running his mouth?”

Jeanette broke out in a fit of laughter. Erik was dead serious. That nigga better be lucky he don’t go to TSU. That nigga better be lucky Erik didn’t find him yet.

“Erik, relax okay?”

Jeanette caressed Erik’s sweaty bicep. Erik eyed her down with a stony expression.

“What do you really want, Jeanette?”

“Whatchu think?”

Erik carefully moved Jeanette’s hand away from his arm. She kissed her teeth at him.

“I haven’t seen you in years. You look good…real good.”

“I know,” Erik smirked cockily.

“Still got that big ass ego…”

Erik glanced down at his I-watch. He needed to finish his run.

“Well, it was nice seeing you, Jeanette. I gotta finish my run…”

“Mhm, am I gonna see you at the D9 party tonight?”

“Of course I’ll be there.”

Erik backed away towards the track. Jeanette placed her hands on her hips, eye-fucking Erik while continuing her stretches.

“Ima put this AKA ass on you tonight, Daka!”

Erik sprinted off with a shake of his head.

Some time later, Valencia had finished swimming laps and doing a bit of water aerobics with weights. Her body was sore and drenched. After taking a shower, she gathered her things and walked out of the gymnasium. On her way back to her dorm, Valencia wasn’t paying attention and she almost collided with someone as she was leaving.

She didn’t have the best workout today because her mind continued to wander. She still hadn’t replied to Erik. The thought made her smile to herself. She shouldered her gym bag and took sips from her water bottle. As she approached her dorms, the man that distracted her was busy texting on his phone while listening to music. His head popped up and he paused in his tracks, staring Valencia down hard.

Valencia spotted Erik opening the door for her and she automatically grew timid. She tucked her chin and gave him a shy wave. Seeing him in person was completely different from texting him last night. The recollection of what she sent him hit her like a freight train. Her heart was practically rattling around in her chest cavity. The closer she got, the more his penetrating stare commanded her.

“After you.”

“Thank you…”

Valencia felt so exposed in her little gym shorts. He was directly behind her. She could smell his natural musk and it sent shivers throughout her body.

“Mm…mm…mm…”

She couldn’t contain her shaky exhale. He was probably picturing himself bending her over right there…

“Sleep well?”

Valencia blinked her eyes up at Erik.

“H–Huh?”

“…sleep? Did you get some rest?”

“Yeah! Sorry…”

“I figured you went to sleep since you left me on read and shit…”

Erik pressed the button for them to get on the elevator. Valencia avoided his gaze, her eyes looking around her.

“Valencia?”

She snapped her head in his direction. He was already on the elevator. She could tell he was fighting a laugh. Embarrassed, she walked in.

“You’re hella distracted…I’m the one that should be acting like that after what you sent me last night, girl...”

Valencia took in a breath. He did things to her body she couldn’t control. The trembling, the uneven breathing, the wetness that drenched her panties. She was in lust for this man and she needed him to fuck her. She wouldn’t say that to his face though.

“I…I have a lot of work to catch up on…and I’m really hungry…”

They left the elevator and Erik walked slowly so Valencia could catch up with him. She spotted Skai and Cindy sitting in the lounge studying and when they noticed her they gave her a weird look. Erik looked down at Valencia, biting his bottom lip openly so she knew that he was feeling her. Valencia slowed down her footsteps in front of her dorm room door. Her eyes discreetly roamed Erik’s body. His russet skin glistened with sweat and his muscles looked defined and sculpted. His locs were messy and resting against his forehead. He looked so fucking edible.

“This is me,” Valencia pointed to her door, giving Erik a quick glance with a smile, “I guess I’ll see you later…”

“You guess?” Erik cocked his head back.

“I—I didn’t mean it like that.” She spoke with a barely audible tone.

Erik startled her by reaching out to caress her arm. His hand stroked from the back of her upper arm, past her elbow, and down her forearm until he was holding her hand in his firm grip.

“You know you have a lot of explaining to do, girl.” Erik whispered.

He smelled so fucking amazing. His natural scent crowded her. She wanted to press her nose against whatever area that had exposed flesh. Lick his skin to see what his sweat tasted like—

“Do you know about the D9 party tonight?”

Valencia twisted her lips to fight a smile.

“I do. Are you asking me to go?”

Her eyes dropped down to her hand in his. She swayed from side to side.

“I am. I wanna see you there.” Erik said.

Valencia’s cheeks hurt from how hard she was smiling. She tried to hide her face so Erik took it upon himself to lift her chin.

“You gonna be there, Valencia. I want to see you there.”

She blinked at Erik slowly. His eyes dropped down to her juicy lips. He wanted to taste them…

“I’ll be there….”

“You better.”

Erik stroked her chin with his thumb. It sent shockwaves throughout her body. Straight to her pussy. It was such a small gesture that held so much dominance. Erik finally let go and backed away, his eyes dancing up and down her frame while he drew his plump bottom lip into his mouth. His eyes were low and almost sleepy-like and it made him look dreamy. Valencia giggled and looked away, unable to hold his gaze.

“We should get lunch later.” Erik said raising his brows.

“I’d like that.” Valencia replied.

“Aight, I’ll see you then, beautiful.”

He turned and strolled down the hall with a gait.

[tarot-bimbo]

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What does your future spouse look like? part 2

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Pile 1

I see that your person could be from the UK! A buzzed head might be dyed red or green they also might have green eyes. I see them mostly rocking retro clothing. Probably thrift a lot and might even take you with them. They could be quite tall I am seeing 5'9.

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Pile 2

I see that your person might be from Ireland or Rome , around Ireland/Rome The family could even be from there. Your person is actually short 4ft-5ft this person could also have very light eyes. Like blue or gray. They could change their fashion up a lot you will never see them in the same outfit twice

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I see that your person is Black but not American American because I am hearing they are from France or Canada even , I am seeing that they are tall or just taller than you they could workout a lot too . They could have brown eyes or black almost there is something about the shape of their eye that you will fall in love with. I am seeing a low cut style they could have waves but dyed a different color.

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This person could be from Mexico I am seeing someone who dresses in culture ( sorry I don't know the best way to word it) like they are heavy on their culture and they follow everything that comes along with it. They could also have short hair and like the color red or wear it a lot. Y'all could be the same height. This person takes their shoes very seriously like they are a HUGE shoe nerd/geek and they could have plenty of shoes. If you want to make this person cry buy them some shoes they have been wanting.

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This person could be from Hawaii 🥴 they could have long hair even a traditional arm tattoo. They could even have a tattoo on their back. They definitely love to show their skin, they could wear a lot of open shirts and go to the beach and surf a lot too. Big foodie tho they would eat anything and they could surprise you some times. Definitely knows how to hold their liquor and their ground I hear.

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I am seeing your person could be from India/Asia. They could wear a lot of sandals and stuff. I don't think they know how to dress so well 🤣 you will definitely have to help them find a scene of fashion. They could be very tall maybe 6ft or taller. They could wear glasses. This person is more quiet and laid back they don't worry too much about anything. Long eye lashes thick lips slender eyes.

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America this person is definitely from America I could hear them talk but they sound like gen z a lot of slang and stuff. Definitely dresses like a white man 🤣 sorry but this person is very basic I see they love sports too they definitely never misses a game might wear joggers a lot. I don't think they care too much in their appearance I think people just flock to them anyways. They love wearing hats too.

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[illumose]

No way out — chapter one

⋆⭒˚.⋆ PAIRINGS : female reader x dean winchester • female reader x platonic! sam winchester

⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE SERIES

She’s been stuck in this town for a year. A whole year of creatures roaming at night in search of a human stupid enough to go out. There was no way out. All the inhabitants tried to flee at some point but the road always drew them back to the dinner. Yet, she’s still holding onto the hope of getting out and the two men who arrived in a 1967 Impala might be her only chance.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE CHAPTER / chapter two

Newcomers arrive in town, and she’s not exactly thrilled. The grumpy one, called Dean, is nothing but a jerk.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ WARNINGS .ᐟ.ᐟ : mentions of blood, death and detailed description of a monster attack.

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CHAPTER ONE: A car, a jogger and one mysterious symbol

She is jogging down the road, her eyes closed and her fists tight. Well, at this pace, it’s more as if she were running away from immediate danger. Her feet hit the pavement in quick strides. Running, it’s all that keeps her sane in this town. Life has been hard for the past year. It’s draining to always be on alert. She loathes those vile creatures. They roam at night, hunting down humans who are stupid enough to step foot outside. The only thing keeping them away from people were locked doors and windows. And a talisman. This was Boyd’s greatest finding. Sheriff, a job he never sought. Yet, it is his true calling. He represents order in this nightmarish town. She’s so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t notice the Impala speeding in her direction.

An echo of a honk brings her back to earth.

"What’s wrong with you?" yells a man from the window of a splendid car.

"You alright?" asks another man, with a much sweeter tone and a raised eyebrow.

She frowns. New people arrive, completely unaware of how much their lives will change. For the worst. Nothing will ever be the same. They’ll never know true peace. Or the absence of fear.

"You should find the sheriff," she advised. What else could she say? You’ll never get out, no matter how long you keep driving on this road. Somehow, you’ll always come back here. Stuck. Forever and ever. Once you see the fallen tree, it’s the start of a new reality. One full of monsters with sharp teeth and claws.

"We can’t seem to find our way out," explains the brown-haired guy.

"Find a guy named Boyd, he’ll tell you everything you need to know. I don’t have time for this." She quickly turns around and resumes her morning routine.

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"Find Boyd, our sheriff. Or Donna, she’s up in the house we call sanctuary."

They’ll probably think Boyd and Donna are insane and deserve to be locked in an asylum. Newbies always reject the truth. Stubborn, they insist on finding a way out, on going out. Most will quickly back away once the creatures come out of the forest. They may look like humans but they are not. Ruthless and sadistic, they relish in killing. It is how they feed and how they entertain themselves.

She leaves them in the middle of the street, without another word. When push comes to shove, they'll get it. And they'll be thankful.

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She wouldn't call her house a safe place, but it's as close as it will get to this. The decor is all retro. In a way, the town never left the fifties. From the tapestries to the furniture, everything reminded her of an old movie her Ma would watch whilst assembling a puzzle.

On her first day in this hell, Donna explained that all newcomers faced a choice: the Colony house, considered more festive and high-risk as over 20 people share it, or a house on the main street. It all depends on the balance between deaths and arrivals, though. When it was time for her to choose, two houses were free of residents — a tragedy turned into an opportunity. One on the edge of the town, near the forest, and one in front of the Diner. She immediately chose the one closest to civilization. A charming two-bedroom and one-bath with a small yard that allows for a vegetable garden to grow and feed some of the residents.

She jumps into the shower. Some days the water is too hot to even breathe in the room, others she can’t even dip her toe without freezing to death. The water system remains a mystery. No one knows how it works, or where the water comes from. Kenny, a friend of hers and the sheriff’s deputy, has a theory: supernatural things happen in this town and an entity is trying to help them.

She puts on a dress and a pair of sandals, the lone reminders of her past life. She brushes aside the memories of her Ma baking cornbread and humming to the tunes of Aretha Franklin’s hits.

The front door opens. She recognizes the familiar creak of its wood on the linoleum. "Y/n? Are you here? " Kenny’s voice echoed through the house.

She answers with a smile on her lips. "Comin’, I’m getting ready to help out your mother to serve lunch."

"Well forget about lunch, I’ve got guests to introduce."

She rolls her eyes. She already knows the guests in question. Two men, one that appears to be the Grinch and one sweetheart with long brown hair. She’s got a bad feeling. If they got around to the idea of being trapped and faced the dilemma of where to live….

Kenny’s smile is fake. "Meet your new roommates," he announced with a grimace. That’s no good news, and he knows it.

"You?" The grumpy one said with an eyebrow furrowed.

"Nice to see you, Mr Fast Driver. Next time, be careful. I don’t wanna die on the side of the road."

He shrugged, scanning the house. "You were jogging in the middle of the road, technically you were looking for it. Not my fault."

"Dean, c’mon. Now’s not the time for useless arguments. Sorry, he hasn’t eaten in a long while and he’s getting a bit cranky. I’m Sam, and this is my brother, Dean."

She nods. "You'll like our food, 100% veggie and organic, Mr Cranky. "We eat at the diner, most " She turns to face Kenny, whose face is contorsonied by his laughter. "Do they know everything?"

"Yes, they took it... well. No tears, no shouts. I could get used to this much cooperation from the start," he exhales.

"That's not the weirdest thing we've heard, believe me," replied Sam, his fingers tracing the small drawings on the tapestry.

Those drawings belonged to former residents, a family that became obsessed with a symbol they claimed to have seen in their dreams. Every time she glances at the symbols, a shiver runs down her back. Over time, the father sank into madness, convinced his family was possessed by the creatures. One starry night, he opened the door. A grave mistake. Instantly, dozens of creatures amassed under the porch. One of them, a redhead according to a witness of the event, slashed his throat. The creatures then went up the stairs and massacred the entire family. Cries and bellows echoed through the town but no one dared to look out their windows. The next morning, their bodies were found on the side of the street — disfigured and dismembered.

Kenny clears his throat. He knows all too well how much this tapestry creeps you out. You've had nightmares so many times that he's used to sleeping on the floor next to you. "My mother's bringing new sheets and quilts for their beds."

"Alright, let me show you the bedroom. You'll have to share, sorry for that."

Dean and Sam exchange a quick look and begin to walk up the stairs, following their new roommate. "There are two beds, a window, and one closet. If you need more space, you'll find a small room next to mine. It's just empty shelves. Feel free to use them."

Mr Jerk grunts whilst Sam smiles apologetically. "Thank you, we appreciate y'all's kindness."

"I'll leave you to it. Lunch's served in 30 minutes inside the diner."

As soon as she leaves, whispers flow in the room. All that she hears is a name, Castiel, and the mention of a notebook. A notebook filled with monsters, if her ears don't deceive her. The floor creaks and she rushes downstairs. These two seem awfully too serene. There's something wrong. And she wants to know what.

taglist: @callsign-ember

[telekinetictrait]

"A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows." (Maurice – E.M. Forester, written in 1913, published posthumously in 1971)

i forgot to do a full body screenshot of the second 1920s look :( but the headshot will be under the cut! argh!!!!!!

23 years left :)

1800s directory / 1900s directory

cc links under the cut!

see my resources page for genetics

keaton : get together hat / base game hair / get famous suit + shoes

kit : base game hair / chere-indolente's newlyn fisherman cableknit / cyber-frog-cc's modern man trousers / seasons boots

levin : coeurdavide's boaters for the boys / i don't remember where the hair is from sorry :( / cyber-frog-cc's modern man shirt and trousers / mmoutfitters' fancy feet shoes recolor

lonnie : i don't remember where the hair is from sorry :( / linzlu's 1910's mens set (download here) / get together shoes

maxwell : historysims4's mr hat + antoine hair + not so formal outfit

neil : happylifesims' 1930's fedora hat / twentiethcenturysims' swan suit / base game shoes

norris : cottage living hat + outfit / seasons boots

oberon : johnnysimmer's kyrie hair / vroshii's vintage vest and pants / get together shoes

odie : johnnysimmer's kyrie hair / twentiethcenturysims' tommy knicker suit / get famous socks / vintage glamour shoes

patrick : base game hair / wyattssims' tucked button up with long sleeves / simstrouble's robby trousers / base game socks + shoes

phocas : all base game!

reiner : johnnysimmer's ramdi hair / madameriasims4's retro polo / wyattssims' high rolled pants with rope belt / base game socks + shoes

ryland : paranormal hair / happylifesims' harold lloyd turtleneck / paranormal pants / base game shoes

shelton : sheabuttyr's andre afro / paranormal open suit / makesims' rolled corduroys / i don't remember what pack the shoes are from but i know they're from a pack

sylvain : qrqr19's moonstone hair / base game earrings / serenity-cc's faux fur coat + terra jeans / discover university shoes??

terell : ceeproductions' sponge curls / aniraklova's vice city shirt / base game pants + shoes

tyodor : dbasiasimbr's afro mohawk / base game earrings + necklace (magic earring ken, anyone??) / bustedpixels' decades glam rock conversion / wistfulpoltergeist’s night city gloves / vampires leather pants / base game boots

ulrich : okruee's adonis hair + flowers / base game necklace / definitely not grunge revival top + pants + sneakers

upton : johnnysimmer's will hair / bustedpixels' vintage adidas jacket / nucrests' comfy loose joggers / base game sneakers

thank you to @chere-indolente @cyber-frog-cc @coeurdavide @mmoutfitters @linzlu @historysims4 @happylifesimsreblogs @twentiethcenturysims @johnnysimmer @vroshii @wyattssims @simstrouble @madameriasims4 @sheabuttyr @makesims @qrqr19 @serenity-cc @ceeproductions @aniraklova @dbasiasimbr @bustedpixels @wistfulpoltergeist @okruee @mossylane and @nucrests !!!

as promised, heres what would have been the second 20s look (miles)

[elinorasims]

Lookbook | Elinora Wils

Hair

Zarah Ponytail | KiaraZurk

Body/Face

Vanya Skin Overlay | Miiko

Eyebrows - 34 | Bobur

Eyes - Treasure - Non-Default | PralineSims

Imperfection Teeth Set | YoonieSim

Freckles - Cinnamon | LadySimmer94

Makeup/Piercings

Freckles and Blush - N1 | Seleng Nose Highlight - A Time to Shine | alexaarr

Eyelashes | MMSIMS

Eyeshadow | kijiko

Eyeliner - Noah N109 | IzzieMcFire

Blush N8 - Baby Face Kit | Northern Siberia Winds

Lipstick - Polyclonal 291 | RemusSirion

Lip Piercings | PralineSims

CC Links

Grey Turtleneck - Maud - Mellow V | Rusty's

Cameron Pants - Carnela Set | Serenity

Canvas Sneakers | Jius

Obie Rings (L) - GOSSIP | greenllamas

High Top Sneakers - Sneakers Collection 05 | Jius

Sweater - Gene - Mellow V | Rusty's

Tights - 01 | Arltos

Leather Ankle Boots - Boots Collection 04 | Jius

Miranda Jeans - AxA Paris | aharris00britney

Low Top Sneakers - Sneakers Collection 03 | Jius

Nico Rings (R) - GOSSIP | greenllamas

Earrings - Millenial | SugarOwl

CC Links

Formal

Shirt - Sunny | oydis

Cameron Pants - Carnela Set | Serenity

Lissa Pumps - SxV Year of the Rabbit | Serenity

Trefel Bracelet - Vanilla Set | Serenity

Earrings - Millenial | SugarOwl

Party

Arizona Dress - Hazelnut Collection | Serenity

Ballet Flats - Flats Collection 04 | Jius

Pisces Necklace - Starsign Set | Serenity

Trefel Bracelet - Vanilla Set | Serenity

Miranda Jeans - AxA Paris | aharris00britney

Low Top Sneakers - Sneakers Collection 03 | Jius

Nico Rings (R) - GOSSIP | greenllamas

Earrings - Millenial | SugarOwl

CC Links

Sweater - Barbara Pullover - Stamina | Caio

Knitted Socks - 02 - Retro Collection Part 2 | Jius

Low Top Sneakers - Sneakers Collection 03 | Jius

Joggers - 415 | sims2fanbg

Tee - Opium - January 2023 Collection | Sentate

Emily Pants - Stamina | Caio

CC Links

Sleep

Sweater - Barbara Pullover - Stamina | Caio

Frankie Pants - Aurora Set | Serenity

Slippers - Christmas Collection Part 2 | Jius

Swim

Swimsuit - Gloria | Rusty's

Sliders - 845 | ShakeProductions

CC Links

Arizona Dress - Hazelnut Collection | Serenity

Lace Up Sandals - Vacatioon Collection Part 1 | Jius

Barbie Vintage Glasses v2 - Barbara Set | Serenity

Miranda Jeans - AxA Paris | aharris00britney

Leather Sandals - V03 | Jius

Shirt - Button Up v1 - Unify | nucrests

Hailey Shorts - AxA 2020 | aharris00britney

Platform Sandals - 747 | ShakeProductions

Earrings - Millenial | SugarOwl

CC Links

Tights - 01 | Arltos

Leather Ankle Boots - Boots Collection 04 | Jius

Trench Coat - Mauve | RenoraSims

Miranda Jeans - AxA Paris | aharris00britney

Canvas Sneakers | Jius

Scarf - Pistachio Set | Serenity

Earrings - Millenial | SugarOwl

Household >>

note: download links for tsr to be used at your discretion - whilst the pieces i've used work fine in my game and haven't caused any issues, they are files i downloaded years ago, before the recent reports that site has been compromised and all the controversy - i've provided links to tsr only if an alternative source isn't available <3

| dag dag fn. <3

[mekyrdesign]

Step back in time with our Vintage 90s Joggers for Women, the perfect blend of nostalgia and comfort. These joggers feature a relaxed fit and vibrant colors that capture the essence of the 90s era, allowing you to express your unique style. Whether you're lounging at home or out on a casual outing, the Vintage 90s Joggers for Women will keep you stylish and comfortable. Pair them with your favorite crop top or oversized tee for a chic retro look that never goes out of style.

[jlambosaurus]

UPDATE: December 1st, 2024 - Cottage life, Field Hockey, Joggers, Retro Sci-Fi, and Steampunk...

Gallery: https://aidamsels.com/pamelas-torment#december-1st-2024

[miamochi-writes]

Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 10

A/n: Hi everyone! Thanks for being patient with me as always! Also it helps if you read Part 9 ! Without further ado, here's part 10! Read until the end for something sweet :)

Since that night, you've been listening more to Vash's songs that he shared with you. They brought so much joy and comfort, especially when you play a particular one before going to sleep. Lately, Vash would call you for late night talks and you loved it. The morning and goodnight texts were the cherry on top. Then one afternoon, you got an invite for a soft opening for a special event. Cora noticed the message too and nudged your shoulder.

“Oh you have to invite him to this! It's the perfect thing for him!” Cora said.

“I know! I just hope he's not doing anything that day,” you replied.

“Oh please Y/n, he would clear his whole day for you if you asked. The guy would do anything for you. Come on, call him,” she insisted as she handed you your phone.

Taking a deep breath, you called him and felt your heart race a bit. One ring, two rings,

“Hey Y/n!?”

“Hi Vash! How are you?” you replied.

“I'm good, how about you?” he asked but Cora loud whispered 'GET TO THE POINT!'

“I'm great, uh listen Vash. I called because I was wondering if you had any plans for tomorrow around 2pm?” you asked.

“Oh I don't have anything going on. Why?” he answered.

“Well...I got invited to this event. When I saw the details, I immediately thought about you and thought you might like it. I'm allowed to bring a guest, and was wondering if you wanted to go with me? Just think of it as my way of saying thanks to you the past couple of days,” you explained feeling your cheeks turn red.

“Oh really? Wow that's awfully kind of you to say. Sure, I'd like to go! Do I need to bring anything? What should I expect?” he asked as you smiled.

“Thanks Vash, just bring yourself and wear something comfortable. Meet me at front of the mall tomorrow. Think of it as another small surprise from me,” you smiled.

“Oh will it be nice like that last one?” he asked as you giggled.

“Maybe, you just gotta wait and see,” you replied.

“Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye Y/n,” he finished as you hung up.

“I told you so! Now come on, let's get you ready for tomorrow!” Cora cheered

~*~

You were dressed in a crop top hoodie with black comfortable joggers. You waited in front of the mall keeping patiently. You looked around until you saw a familiar face. Vash was wearing a black shirt with a red flannel button up hanging loose. He wore black pants and combat boots. He waved at you as you waved back!

“You made it!” You chimed as he smiled at you.

“Of course, you kinda hyped up things the other day so I won’t leave you hanging. So what’s the surprise?” He asked

“This way!” You said as you grabbed his hand and led him inside. You walked until you spotted the neon sign.

“Y/n, what is this?” He asked.

“You’ll see,” you sang as you knocked on the door. You then heard the door open to see a guy walk out.

“Did you get an invite?” He asked as you brought up your phone.

“I got it through Discord channel. Sean said I could come with a plus one,” you replied.

“Okay you’re both clear. Have fun and welcome to Round One,” the guy said as he led you inside. You smiled at Vash and brought him in. There was a whole entire arcade with lights flashing and retro/tech sounds coming from inside.

“Y/n? Did I hear that right. Round 1?!” Vash asked.

“Yes! This is the soft opening for it! I got invited and saw that I could bring a guest. I immediately thought of you, and ta-da!” You explained. Vash looked awestruck as you were still smiling at his reaction.

“Oh before I forget!” You mentioned as you took out a card and put it in Vash’s hands.

“This is your card. It’s already loaded with credits. Complimentary gift from me,” you added. Vash looked at you and then at the card.

“Y/n, I don’t know what to say. Thank you! Although you didn’t have to do all this for me,” he said with a sheepish smile.

“Oh but I wanted to! You’ve always treated me, so now it’s my turn! So let’s have fun! You pick first since you're the guest,” You told him looking fondly. Vash looked at you with a huge smile and gave you a tight hug while rocking side to side.

“How did I get so lucky with you?!” he said before leading you to a multiplayer fighting game.

You played a good 2 rounds with him having the highest score while you tried to keep up. But your score improved the second time feeling proud of yourself. When you ended up at a shooting game, Vash cheered you on each time as you managed to one shot some of the enemies. You kept walking around to find other games until the rhythm games popped up from the corner of your eye. You stopped following Vash and stared at one particular machine that someone was playing on. You debated on waiting but you snapped out of your thoughts.

“Hey you okay?” Vash asked.

“Yeah I’m good! Sorry about that, let’s keep looking!” You replied. Vash looked at the machine and then at you as you tried to wave it off.

“Y/n, do you want to play that game?” He asked.

“I’m fine! Don’t worry about it! You pick the next game!” You insisted. Vash grabbed your shoulders and got you to look in his eyes.

“Are you sure? You can play too if you want. It’s not just about me you know. I want you to have fun as well,” he questioned again. You bit your lip and looked at the machine as the person finished playing. You looked at Vash again and he gave you a soft smile and gestured his head at the machine.

“Okay, just a quick game,” you said as you scanned your card. You adjusted the settings. The game started to light up with the song as you got into position. A character popped up and then started dancing as you followed along, while touching the button prompts. The song kept going until the character posed once last time as you did the same. Your score came up to S rank as you smiled at your achievement.

“Woooo! Go Y/n!” You heard cheering and clapping as you looked behind you to see a small crowd was watching you. But most importantly, Vash was cheering the loudest for you.

“I didn’t know you were good at this! That was so cool how you danced there!” He complimented as you turned red.

“Thanks, you think so,” you sheepishly answered not feeling used to all these compliments.

“Yes! I didn't know you can dance like that! Can you reach me how to play this?” He asked as you looked at him.

“Sure! I’ll show you. We can actually play co-op in this game,” you answered as you led him to the other available machine. You let him go through the tutorial so he could understand the basics of the game. Once he was done, you let him pick a song that was at his level while you adjusted your settings to moderate. You both started dancing along as Vash was keeping up.

“Hey you’re not bad yourself! Look at you go!” You cheered as you kept checking in on him. Once the song ended, he got an A ranking as you cheered for him.

“That was great Vash! You’re a natural at this,” You complimented him.

“Thanks, but you’re really good! It looks a lot of fun when you do it. How long have you been playing this?” He asked.

“Long enough. Come on let’s check out what else they have,” you nudged.

As you played other games, you noticed there were crane games in another section. Some of them had figurines while others had plushies. Both of you were checking them out until you saw a certain plush. It was your favorite character that you've wanted for a long time. You debated, but then ran up to Vash and saw that he was trying to win a figurine of Ed from Full Metal Alchemist. He was close to getting it but missed slightly.

“Man these things are hard! How do those gaming streamers do it?” he asked. You then looked and saw that there might be a way to win it.

"I'll be right back. I need to refill my credits," Vash said before leaving. You then looked at the machine and figured you give it a shot. You managed to move the figurine a good amount on two tries before one of the workers came up to you.

“Oh, here let me help. If you keep going, it'll get stuck,” he said and readjusted the figurine to where it was actually in a better position to win it. You then tried one more time and the claw finally tipped the figurine into the hole. You thanked the worker, before taking out the figurine.

“Hey what did I miss?” Vash asked as you showed him the prize.

“Ta-da! One figurine for you!” you grinned as Vash gasped.

"No way, you? Really? For me?" he asked almost tearing up as you nodded.

"I'm so glad you invited me Y/n," Vash cried happy tears as you gave him a side hug.

You both kept playing more games for another hour until you started feeling tired.

“Okay, I think I’m tapped out for now. How about you?” You asked.

“Yeah, I think I’ve played enough. I need to sit down and rest,” Vash said.

“Me too, any ideas on where we should go?” You asked.

“We can rest at my place. I can order takeout and maybe we can watch something?” he offered.

“Sounds good to me!” you smiled

~*~

Vash ordered takeout for the both of you as you left the arcade. He covered you as usual, and went to go pick it up before taking you to his apartment. He decided to show you one of his favorite TV series that happened to be an older show. You could tell from the way it was shot and how everyone dressed. The acting was comedy gold and some of the characters were really out there, and noticed why Vash liked this kind of show. You both laughed along at some of the corny moments, gasped at the main plot twist, and stifled a laugh at some of the characters.

“Soooo, what did you think?” he asked.

“I didn't know what to expect, but now I'm hooked thanks to you,” you answered.

“So does this mean you'll watch it with me if I bring the blu-ray to your place?” he asked looking excited.

“Yeah, I don't see why not. You like it a lot, and now you got me hooked,” you giggled as he cheered.

After eating your food for awhile, there was a bit of a comfortable silence until you heard Vash.

He cleared his throat as you looked at him to see if he was okay.

“Hey Y/n, I wanted to ask you something,” Vash spoke up as you turned towards him giving your full attention.

“Yeah, what's up?” you asked. He seemed like he was gathering his thoughts before continuing the conversation.

“I noticed whenever there’s something you like, you tend to stare or hesitate. I first picked up on it when we saw the photo booth the other day. You also did it a few other times we hung out, and today with that game. When I bring up those things you tend to dismiss it, until I insist. Is everything okay?” Vash began. You bit your lip and looked away.

“So you noticed, huh?” you answered feeling his eyes on you as you lowered your food on the table and grabbed your drink.

“It’s a long story,” you continued as you felt his hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to answer now but I’m here to listen. I won’t say anything until you’re done,” he offered as you gave him a small smile.

“No, you deserve to know. Growing up as an only child meant I didn’t really have anyone else to share what I liked at home. So when I started middle school I thought I could make friends and hope they shared the same interests as me. Turns out the music, games, and shows I liked was a bit too niche. People found it weird that I liked those things instead of something more mainstream. So I kept to myself and tried to enjoy what my other classmates liked. I figured I’d go with the flow,” you started as you tightened your grip on your drink.

“It wasn’t until one of my old crushes came up to me and asked me out. I was happy at the time, and he showed me his favorite things. I eventually got comfortable with our relationship and thought I show him some of the stuff I liked. Turned out the minute I shared with him my actual interests, he told me to stop being childish and act my age. He said I was weird for liking those things and that I should like whatever everyone else did at the time," you continued as you remembered that painful memory way back then.

"I ended up doing what he wanted so I could please him. I even forced myself to stop bringing up things that I enjoyed. It’s funny that the things I did for him to be comfortable ended up costing me my happiness. He then broke up with me and told everyone how weird I was for liking those things. I then kept my distance from people and just tried to keep appearances just so I could fit in,” you sighed as you took a quick sip from your drink.

“Then later in high school I found someone who had the same interests in me. I wanted to be their friend, but I guess all that happened in middle school still follows me to this this day. Even though I don’t talk to those people anymore, I still can’t get feel comfortable to like things openly with people. It’s ironic how I tell the kids to be proud of what they like when I can’t even follow that advice myself,” you chuckled dryly. You took another sip of your drink and waited for Vash to say something. But you only heard the minor background music coming from the DVD that played the show earlier.

“But yeah, that’s my story. I know it’s TMI, but-” before you could finish you felt two strong arms hold you. One arm held onto the small of your back while the other caressed the back of your head. Vash was hugging your back tightly to where your chin was on his shoulder. You didn’t know what to do until he spoke.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. No one should have to be told they can’t like the things that bring them joy. I hate that you had to give up liking stuff openly just so others could be comfortable,” Vash said as you felt your eyes starting to glossy.

“Y/n, I want you to know you that you can share the things you like with me. I want you to be comfortable and happy around me when you see those things like that. Because when you do, I can see your face light up. You look so happy when you do so and it makes me happy when I see that. What I’m trying to say is, it’s okay to share those with me. You don't have to pretend with me,” Vash finished.

You felt your lips quiver and the first few tears slide down your cheek. Slowly, you raised your arms to hug him back. Those words felt like a warm blanket wrapping around you and washing away all the fear and anxiety you had earlier. You could feel your inner child slowly healing from the emotional and mental pain it’s endured.

“Thank you Vash, that means so much to me. I promise these are happy tears,” you manage to choke out. Vash rubbed your back with small circles as he let you cry it out. When you finished, you noticed how damp his shirt was and felt embarassed.

“Oh my gosh, I'm sorry about your shirt,” you apologized.

“Don't be, I'm just glad I can be there for you,” he reassured as you softly smiled.

“Thank you Vash, I promise I'll work on being more open to you,” you said as he held both of your hands.

“I appreciate that, and just go at your own pace,” he commented while rubbing small circles on your hands.

“Actually, I noticed your Avatar poster. That's one of my favorite shows along with Fullmetal Alchemist. Oh and I like Pokemon too,” you commented as Vash's face lit up.

"YOU TOO?!" he asked as you smiled

“Yes! I love how well written the characters are, how they develop, and the world building in those shows!” you started going off on a small tangent. Your face lit up remembering all your favorite scenes as Vash joined in or listened during your conversation. The whole day you felt great sharing some of your favorite things to him before he took you home.

“Hey, thanks for today Y/n. It was great spending time with you today and getting to learn more about you,” Vash started.

“Aw Vash, I should be telling that to you. I had so much fun and I feel better after talking with you. Thanks for listening,” you answered.

“Of course, I like spending time with you,” he added as you felt your cheeks and ears turn red.

“Oh before I forget! Could you close your eyes real quick?” Vash asked as you gave him a confused look.

“Trust me, nothing bad I promise,” he insisted as you closed your eyes wondering what he was scheming.

“Okay and open them!” he called out. Once your eyes opened, you saw that he was holding the plushie you saw earlier in front of you while it covered his face.

“Vash, is that?” you pointed.

“I won it for you while I went to go reload my card. You didn't think I wouldn't notice?” he asked with a big grin. You hesitantly held the plushie and felt your heart soar at how thoughtful he was.

“Vash, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” you choked out as Vash fondly smiled. You then gave him a tight hug while he rested his chin on top of your head.

“Hey it's the least I can do for you,” he said as his cheeks were turning pink. You reluctantly let go to smile at Vash as you started to adore him more and more.

“Thank you, I'll guess I see you again soon,” you asked. Before Vash answered, he moved some of your stray hairs away from your face and tucked them behind your ear. But he didn't let go and rested his palm and fingertips on your cheek.

“I'll see you again soon Y/n. Goodnight,” he finished and then left to his car. You watched him leave and waved before he drove off. You went inside to your apartment and held onto your plushie he gave you. You practically cuddled it once you were in bed and waited for his usual goodnight text. You replayed what happened earlier today in your mind as you held your plush tighter. You were falling deeper in love with Vash.

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New Merch Monday!

First up is a Critical Role Retro Hoodie! It's charcoal gray with tan and teal accents including a subtle CR logo in teal.

To match we have the Critical Role Retro Joggers in the same color scheme!

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