#as you wear it it will naturally become smoother

[daosies]

"stop looking at me like that."

"like what?"

they can't help but stare at you.

luka, jing yuan, gepard, dan heng ♡ gn!reader

warnings: graphic descriptions of love (crude imagery), pre-established relationship, reader is a nameless (dan heng's part)

notes: Can u tell my fav based on how much i write for them? (Its luka)

no matter where you are, luka's azure gaze will always find its way to you. even when he's in the midst of one of his matches, luka can't help but sneak a tiny (that, in reality, is not so tiny) glance at you, eager for your approval.

such a "tiny" glance lands him on the floor, his opponent landing a punch square on luka's jaw. pain reverberates throughout his body, sending waves of heat rushing to his face.

"ouch," he groans, narrowly avoiding another hit. he recovers quickly, his gaze now fixated wholly on his opponent.

adrenaline courses through his veins, his movements smoother than usual as luka apprehends his opponent in a matter of seconds. even as he's in the midst of putting someone in a headlock, his vision blinded by the lights of the fighting rink, luka's eyes find you.

he doesn't know how to explain it—his eyes are just naturally drawn to you. no matter where you are, luka will find you, and he will adore you. even if the spotlights blur his vision, just your silhouette is enough to satisfy him.

(maybe, when he was created, and when the aeons pieced together bits of his eyes, they carved his irises with the intention of beholding you. maybe, when luka was blessed with sight, it was because the aeons wanted him to witness you.)

even now, as the referee raises his arm in order to declare his victory, luka searches for you in the crowd. his grin widens as he waves at you with his free, mechanical hand. luka adores you; it's evident in the glimmer of his azure eyes and the way he immediately rushes to celebrate with you.

"i didn't think you'd come,"—but he'd still search for you anyway—"i'm so glad you did!" luka rubs the back of his head bashfully, the adrenaline pumping throughout his body beginning to wear off. only now does luka realize you're there, and that you just watched him fight!

his eyes never leave your frame. luka observes you under the muted lights, fluorescent bulbs flickering as if they became anxious in your presence. he supposes that he's not your only admirer, with the way the lights dim and the crowd's cheers fall silent, the way the world quiets to heed your words.

(what he doesn't realize is that the lights never dimmed, that the crowd never quieted. luka felt things that never happened, he envisioned a spotlight on you that never existed—but to him, it did. the world really did wait for you.)

"you were great out there, luka!"

you smile, and luka feels something flutter within him. his heartbeat travels from his chest, suddenly echoing throughout his body, making itself known even in the tips of his fingers and the rush of his ears.

something flutters within him, and luka thinks he's fallen for you. again.

"interesting move," jing yuan states. he rests his cheek against the palm of his hand, his lips curling into the slightest of smiles as he stares at you shamelessly.

"you weren't even looking at the board."

he chuckles. "you got me."

despite being caught red-handed, jing yuan's amber gaze never leaves your face. his eyes trace over the flutter of your lashes, the bridge of your nose, memorizing the features he's already so used to. the features that you're sure he's seen a thousand times before.

even with your piercing glare, jing yuan continues to marvel at you, not bothering to hide the way his pupils scrutinize your frame. he stares at you like he can see your soul, like—within the depths of your irises—he can see your dreams, your wishes.

"move a piece," you say, unamused. "and stop staring."

"i'm not staring," jing yuan responds matter-of-factly. he continues to observe you, never tearing his gaze away. you shrink under the general's gaze, suddenly becoming self-conscious of the way you sit and the way you exist.

jing yuan notices this, and he frowns.

"why are you doing that?" he asks. his index finger comes up to poke your forehead, urging you to ease the furrow of your brows.

"'cause the so-called chess master isn't making a move," you comment blandly. jing yuan chuckles.

"just pretend the so-called chess master,"—he still doesn't look down at the board—"is thinking. and isn't looking at you."

"you're making it kind of difficult to do so," you respond, unamused.

"give me five minutes." jing yuan pauses. "actually, ten will do."

"make a move!" you exclaim impatiently, pointing at the table in order to redirect jing yuan's attention. he feigns ignorance to your frustration, opting to observe the pout of your lips instead.

"cute," he mutters, not caring if you hear.

"are you even listening?"

"yeah," he says; it comes out more like a dreamy sigh rather than a proper response. with soft, adoring irises and a sickly sweet smile that makes you wonder if it's fake, jing yuan looks as if he has been possessed by cupid himself.

"ugh, why do i even try with you?"

jing yuan hums. "twenty minutes."

gepard swears he isn't staring at you on purpose.

but the more he looks at you, the more he notices. he notices the way you furrow your brows whenever you concentrate, the way your eyes twinkle when talking about something you enjoy. gepard notices the way you bite your bottom lip whenever you're frustrated, the way you tilt your head when you listen to someone speak.

aeons, he thinks, watching you exist, aeons. gepard swears he isn't staring at you on purpose—it just so happens that his gaze is on you. it just so happens that his gaze is always on you.

it's not his fault, really!

"hello? geppie?" serval says, waving her hand in front of the man's awestruck eyes. he blinks in embarrassment, his mouth hanging slightly agape as he looks down at the countertop, observing the splinters of wood with utmost attention.

"yes, serval?" he replies, struggling to find his voice. he winces at the way it sounds, the way his voice seems to dismember itself in your presence. gepard hates the way he acts around you, the way he becomes conscious of things like the way he walks, the way he talks.

it's humiliating, really, the way you reduce gepard to a flustered mess. he hates the way your eyes make him weak in his knees, the way you smile at him with that smile of yours. it makes him want to love you and love you, loving 'till the end of time, 'till the stars fall.

gepard wants to love you so much it hurts. he wants to love you to the point where his love turns into a knife, carving his heart out, taking it apart by its chambers. he gives you one chamber, then two, then three, then four, and all of a sudden, he's missing a heart—but what does it matter, whether or not he has a heart? in the end, it belongs to you.

"looks like someone's got a crush," serval says with a smirk. her vibrant cerulean eyes follow her brother's, fixating on your expression as you flip through pages of a travel guide gifted by the nameless. she doesn't notice how your lips tug into a frown, how your brows furrow ever so slightly.

gepard does, though. gepard seems to notice everything about you.

"don't say it here...!" gepard exclaims, trying to keep his volume low. serval, on the other hand, has no regards for secrecy. she slaps her hand against the counter, getting a good, hearty chuckle from her brother's beet red face and the way his eyes are wide with panic.

"right, right!" she laughs, clutching her stomach (gepard doesn't get why she's acting like he just made the best joke in the universe—it's not that funny). the floorboards creak with her movements, as if they too were finding amusement in gepard's predicament. the captain's gaze is not lingering in front of him for long, though, because in a matter of seconds, he finds himself staring at you. again.

he thinks you look ethereal basking in the daylight, the golden glow clinging to your skin. gepard thinks that, like him, the sun adores you. it's in the way its rays trace over your features, adorning your eyes with fragmented light, slipping your irises in between its shattered reflections and making you its own.

your eyes glimmer.

"dan heng!" march 7th yells, slapping the aforementioned man's back harshly. "stop staring and get working! [name] doesn't like useless men!"

dan heng bites his tongue, swallowing his words (and insults) as he returns to wiping down the train's furniture. it was your idea to help pom pom out by dedicating a day to clean up the express, which dan heng thought was admirable.

they're thoughtful, he muses, absentmindedly scrubbing at a coffee stain left by one of himeko's five thousand mugs. really thoughtful. but dan heng already knows that—it's in the way your voice drops to a whisper whenever he's reading, the way you always buy him souvenirs and beverages from places you visit.

although you're a nameless like him, you often travel on your own accord, making stops as you please and wandering the universe as if it were yours.

(maybe it is, dan heng thinks, entertaining the idea, maybe the world really is yours. frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if it was. it would make a lot of sense, actually. how is it possible for things to be so beautiful, if not belonging to you?)

"useless men?" you suddenly echo from down the hall, appearing around the corner with a mop in hand and a bucket in the other. dan heng rushes to you, his palm outstretched as he urges you to give him the bucket and split the weight.

"o-oh," march stutters, suddenly becoming speechless, "f...fancy seeing you here!"

you raise a brow. "i live here?"

"is that so?" march echoes, laughing stiffly to herself. "how funny! i didn't know you could hear what i was saying..."

"only the 'useless men' part," you say, shaking your head. "what's wrong with useless men?"

"well, for starters," dan heng answers, "they're useless."

"that's okay," you respond. "sometimes, being useless is fun."

is their type useless men? dan heng wonders to himself, suddenly feeling insecure. should he put this bucket down? will you find him useless, then?

"so... you like useless men?!" march asks, pointing accusingly at you. dan heng grimaces—just why does march have to be astute in the worst of times? why did she figure out who dan heng liked, if she usually struggles adding decimals?

you blink owlishly. "uh, not really? i'm just saying they're not that bad."

dan heng's grip tightens around the bucket's handle. i can work with that, he thinks, suddenly strategizing.

"what's your type, then?" march questions, stepping closer to you. "blonde, perhaps? ginger? blue?"

she didn't say black hair, dan heng thinks, about to reach for a tuft of his own.

"maybe dark hair?" you respond, your eyes narrowed in thought. "i like it when they make it obvious they like me, though."

"like if they stare at you a lot?" march asks, leaning in.

"yeah!" you reply. "that'd be cute!"

"oh, good!" march exclaims, pleased with herself. "dan heng here does a lot of that!"

"what?" both you and dan heng say in unison. while your tone is confused, dan heng's tone is disbelieving, as if he really did not believe that march just outed him like that.

(march did, in fact, just out him like that.)

you exchange glances with the man, but much to your surprise, he's already staring.

something tells you he's been staring for a while, it's just that you only noticed now.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr #gepard x reader #dan heng x reader #jing yuan x reader #luka x reader #gepard x you #gepard landau #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x y/n #dan heng x you #luka hsr

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Power

Hi this is Maddy and I’m going to try the new confidence booster supplement from CC Industries called ‘Power’ and document it here. My boyfriend Alex is a scientist with the company so this is currently experimental but he assures me it’s safe. So this is me with zero days of Power.

Hi it’s Maddy again and this is day three of taking Power. Not seeing much difference yet. I think maybe my ass has gotten smoother and bigger? Let me know in the comments.

Hi it’s Maddy and this is day seven of taking Power and I’ve been feeling more confident and assertive. Thanks for all the compliments on my butt in my last video, that’s really helped my self esteem. Also maybe related but I seem to need my glasses less and less.

This is two weeks of being on Power and I think I’m really starting to feel a difference now. Like check out this cute outfit, I would have never had the confidence to wear something like this before. Comment below with a score out of 10 for how I look.

Maddy here and this is one month using Power. As you can tell it’s had some major physical side effects. My boobs are bigger, my skin is clearer and my lips are more full. It’s certainly been a hit with my boyfriend who suggested I up my dose. I’m not sure if I should but what’s the worse than can happen?

It’s me, Maddy, and this is what two months of Power looks like. I’ve never had the confidence to own a sun bathing suit before but now, well, I think this little number speaks for itself. My boyfriend was right, the double dose makes me feel and look even better. Other guys have noticed too, but don’t tell my boyfriend he has competition.

It’s me, Madi, naturally, and here I am looking like perfection after three months of Power. I’ve had a few changes in the last month. I got new clothes, new makeup and even a new car thanks to biggest change in my life, my new boyfriend Chad. He’s rich and handsome and knows how to treat a woman of my stature, not like my loser ex. Message for all you queens out there, don’t settle for frogs.

It’s Madison here to update you all on my four months of having Power. I’d also like to address the comments from my last video. The comments that say that I’ve become bitchy and superficial lately. I’d like to apologize to all the babies out there who are envious of me and want to take me down. You’re never going to take me down. Which reminds me, today I hit a milestone of 1 million subs!

Listen up, Madison is speaking. I know plenty of you jealous bitches have signed a petition to get CC Industries to cut off my supply of Power and somehow you losers won them over but I have plenty of Power stocked up. You think I’d give up this feeling after just five months? I might even start upping my dose!

I have big news for all my loser followers, your Queen is getting married. Not to Chad, I dumped him last week for my new man. Well not new exactly, it’s Alex my ex. I was burning through my supply of Power more than I thought and I knew Alex could get me more, but he was too moralistic and lame so I spiked his drinks over a few weeks with my remaining doses. He’s so fucking hawt and mean now. Power gave him the drive to take over CC industries so now I get all the Power I could ever want but I don’t like to share so we won’t be releasing it anytime soon. If I could do all this with only six months of Power, imagine what I’ll accomplish in the next six.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #evil couple #corrupted couple

[suniix]

04 | miyamura x reader

synopsis | hori talks to miyamura and realizes where she stands. you can’t help but feel guilty because of a promise made long ago.

word count | 2k+

note | i don’t plan on making hori ‘the bad guy’ or have her bully the reader. yes she will be a little upset because miyamura doesn’t like her back but she won’t do anything to the reader. that trope (or wtv it’s called) is way too overused and i don’t like it 🧍‍♀️also i hate this chapter and i can’t wait to finish this series so i can rewrite and edit everything

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A week has passed since the first day of school and things are going smoother than you had initially expected.

Miyamura’s friends had adopted you into their group, though you felt closer to him than to anyone else. Even though they always included you, it felt as if there was a barrier between you and them. During lunch or group projects their conversations would flow naturally, so you’d never say a word unless someone spoke to you first, afraid that you’d make the conversation awkward. Usually it was Miyamura or Tooru who brought you into conversations.

It was to be expected though, it’s the last year of high school; friend groups had already been made and joining any would be a struggle. You were thankful for an easy way into a friend group and were prepared to face all the challenges thrown your way.

Things at home were going well too. You could definitely tell your grandma was happy to have company around the house and you were happy to be with her. You were especially happy about her cooking. Your parents never had time to cook or show you how to so you just stuck with eating out everyday. You also bought some decorations for your new room, which made you feel more comfortable.

As you slipped your shoes on you waved to your grandma goodbye and she reciprocated the action. “Have a good day at school dear.” She smiled.

You thanked her and stepped out of your home. Walking to and from school everyday has made you become familiar with the neighborhood. The first couple of times you almost got lost, but luckily you would find other students with the same uniform and you’d just follow them to school.

As soon as the school came into view your stomach growled. Shit.. I forgot to grab something for breakfast.. you patted your pocket and felt your wallet. Sighing in relief you pull it out and open it, seeing you had enough money to buy something.

Instead of walking straight into the school you take a turn for the school’s cafeteria, praying they were open. As you walked you enjoyed the school’s scenery. Despite being here for a week you haven’t gotten a chance to explore everywhere. Tooru only showed you your classroom and the school cafeteria.

As the doors to the cafeteria came up you let out a sigh of relief upon seeing an oval sign hanging from the door with big letters that read ‘open’. You pulled the door open and walked in, feeling cold air hit your cheeks.

The first thing you see is a familiar brown haired girl wearing a gray sweater with her back turned to you; it seemed like she didn’t hear you come in. You didn’t see anyone at the counter, but a vending machine was nearby. Browsing through the limited options you insert your money and press the buttons. Your snack falls and you fish it out from the bottom and slowly walk over to the girl.

“Hori?”

The girl turned to look at you and your suspicions were confirmed. Hori looks at you with mild surprise. “Oh! I didn’t expect to see you here so early.” She motions for you to sit in front of her and you do.

“Hey Hori! And yea, I keep forgetting to change my clock’s batteries so I wake up thinking I’m late but it’s actually super early. I can’t go back to sleep so might as well just head to school.”

Hori nods in understanding and takes a sip of her drink. She is sorta forgetful.. Hori notes.

An awkward silence calls upon the two of you. She awkwardly continues to drink her beverage while you eat your snack. Although you and Hori were part of the same group you never directly interacted with each other.

“So.. you and Miyamura know each other?”

“Mm?” You looked at her confused.

“Even though you just got here, you and Miyamura seem really close. Did you go to the same middle school?” She asks.

You notice how she avoids eye contact and slightly tightens her grip on her drink. Is she jealous?.. You ask yourself. That would explain her odd behavior around you.

“Not really. I ran into him the first day I moved here and he’s my neighbor, so I guess—”

“Wait! You guys are neighbors?” She slammed her drink down in surprise and you slightly jumped, startled by her random outburst.

“Yea? He lives in the apartment complex next to my grandma’s house.”

She hums and brings her drink back up to her lips, continuing to avoid eye contact. Shit, are they together? Does she think I’m trying to get in between them?.. You begin to slightly panic. You didn’t want to start any drama, you had barely been at this school for a week! Miyamura never mentioned anything about being in a relationship, at least nothing you can remember, and you never saw him acting lovey dovey with Hori.

“I’m sorry, are you and Miyamura in a relationship?” You ask timidly.

“What? No.. why are you asking?” She eyed you suspiciously.

“Ah, I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to take him from you. We only seem close because he was the first person I talked to, so I guess I just feel closer to him because of that.”

“Ah, I see.”

After that conversation the air seemed a little lighter. Hori no longer seemed as tense as she was before, but instead lost in thought. The two of you sat in a calm silence until the bell rang.

Hori stared at the sky while leaning on the balcony railing outside the classroom. Her thoughts take her back earlier to the conversation she had with you. Although you told her you didn’t know Miyamura that well, she felt there was something going on between the two of you, whether or not you were aware of it. She had questions, but she wasn’t sure you were the right person to ask. The door opened behind her, but she didn’t turn to look, already knowing who joined her outside.

“Are you feeling okay Hori?” Miyamura asked, walking up beside her.

He had noticed she seemed lost in thought all day, something had to be bugging her. He knew about her busy life outside of school, but normally she wouldn’t be this out of it.

“Do you like (Y/n)?”

Miyamura nearly choked on his spit at the sudden question, quickly turning to look at Hori. “Where did this come from?”

“I just feel like.. there’s something going on between the two of you.”

“Nothing is going on between us. It’s just that.. they’re someone that I used to know, someone I cared a lot for.”

Hori turns to look at him, slightly surprised. Although she suspected it she never thought he’d say it out loud. Hearing it made it feel real, like there was really a chance she’d lose him.

“It’s a long story, but.. when I was little, (Y/n) was the first person to walk up to me and become my friend. Then one day they told me their family was moving, but they made a promise to find me again. I doubt they remember me or the promise, but the fact they came back.. it feels nice.”

The look on Miyamura’s face was something she rarely saw. He seemed genuinely happy, hopeful even. The only time she saw him this happy was when they were together, alone. Now he has the exact same expression while talking about you and you’re not even here.

Hori turned away. “Why don’t you tell them?” She doesn’t know why she asked. Maybe she was curious, or maybe she still had hope he was moving on from you.

Miyamura shook his head, “I don’t want to pressure them into anything. If something happens, I want it to happen naturally and not just because they feel the need to fulfill a promise they made years ago.”

He turned to look over his shoulder, spotting you and Tooru laughing about something. Hori followed his stare and tried not to show how disappointed she was. She wasn’t disappointed at either of you, moreso the situation. You two had history, history that left such an impact on Miyamura he waited for years for a chance to see you again.

She could never compete with that.

“Alright, you have to finish the report as a group by the end of class, so start moving!”

Shit! Group work this early in the year? You quickly look around the room to see everyone partnering up with their friends. How well do I know Miyamura’s friends? Would it be weird if I just joined their group? They wouldn’t mind.. right?

A gentle tap on the shoulder broke you out of your thoughts. Turning to your left you see Miyamura smiling at you. “Can I be in your group?” He asks while holding back a laugh, though you don’t understand what’s so funny.

“Sure.” You smile.

The smile on Miyamura’s face remains as he brings his desk up to yours and soon the rest follow without any questions.

“Lend me a pen, Yoshikawa! You don’t need so many pens.”

“Don’t you dare take any of my pens!”

“Did anyone bring the material collections?” Hori asked, sighing when she noticed no one had them.

You watched the group work together while occasionally bickering about random things. Hori assigned everyone a part of the report while also keeping Yoshikawa and Tooru from fighting about pens.

While working you couldn’t help but bask in the atmosphere the group brought. It wasn’t suffocating and there wasn’t a need to keep the conversation going. The conversations they had were short and sweet and didn’t have you overthinking with what to respond with. You let go of your thoughts and let yourself get carried away in the light conversations, enjoying the laughter of the group.

After everything was complete Hori gathered everyone’s part of the report and stapled it together before handing it to the teacher. The five of you relaxed together, mindlessly talking about the newest trends and any new music.

You barely said a word, happy with just watching the group enjoy each other. As you watched the group laugh cheerfully you didn’t notice Miyamura had his eyes on you the whole time.

The end of the day came sooner than you expected.

The group assignment left you feeling a little more connected to the group. Your fears were proven untrue, the group had wordlessly included you in the group project and no conversations turned awkward after you spoke.

By the time you left school the sky was beginning to turn a slight orange. Miyamura walked by your side as the two of you walked towards his bakery, something he had begun to do occasionally after school. Oftentimes it was when he promised to bake you something.

You stare out the window of the bakery, watching as a group of middle schoolers walk past, laughing with each other. You’re lost in thought, not noticing Miyamura had taken a seat in front of you.

“What’s up?”

“What?” You turn away from the window to see Miyamura has his full attention on you.

“You look like you have something on your mind. Did something happen earlier?” He asks.

“Oh, no not really. It’s just that..” You hesitate, trying to figure out how to formulate your words.

Miyamura says nothing, waiting for you to collect yourself. The whole time his eyes are on you, a gentle smile on his lips. You can’t help but feel at ease around him.

“When I was little, there was this boy. I heard from other kids that he was a loner, so I befriended him. Not long after though I had to move and leave him behind. Every time I hang out with you guys I feel guilty, like I don’t deserve to be happy after I left him alone, you know?” You stare down at the table and fiddle with your fingers. You know Miyamura would disagree with you, but you were still scared.

Miyamura hums, processing what you just said. Part of him was happy, you remembered him! Well, you partially remembered him. If you truly remembered him you would’ve known he was that boy you befriended. Had he really changed so much to the point you didn’t recognize him?

The other part of him felt guilty. He didn’t want you to feel bad for leaving him behind, it wasn’t your fault. The past is in the past and you’re here now in the present with him. You found your way back to him and that’s all that matters.

“I don’t think he’d mind.”

You stop fidgeting with your fingers and look up at him. His eyes are still on you, unwavering. You knew he was right, but hearing him actually say it made you feel better.

“I’m sure he would’ve wanted you to make friends, and I’m sure that by now he’s found his own group of friends, so don’t feel guilty.”

His smile was contagious. You turned to look out the window and see the group of middle schoolers was long gone.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.”

thank you for reading till the end! :D

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[snuggleboots]

Akatsuki parents? Akatsuki parents.

because I like shoehorning my experiences into my ninja bullshit. Hope y'all enjoy my rambling. : )

Feat. Hidan, Kakuzu, Kisame, Itachi.

Hidan ends up a girl-dad, and a proud one at that, given your daughter is a complete fucking gremlin, just like him. An aggressive toddler that looks like a tiny little sweetheart, with chubby cheeks, gorgeous violet eyes framed by the prettiest eyelashes you'd ever seen, and hair that looks like a carbon copy of your own. Her little smiles are a mixed bag, and you never know whether to expect cute baby affection or chaos that no toddler her size should realistically be capable of bringing into existence.

Nobody expects it when she toddles on up, all tiny, squishy hands and 'awwww, hug?'s, only to turn on a dime and start biting, smacking, or pinching- all while wearing a huge grin that she must have inherited from her dad, or giggling like a squeaky hinge. Babysitters do not last, Hidan finds absolutely nothing more hilarious than seeing another one leave haggard and never pick up jobs from either of you again.

She's a natural climber, knows no fear, and loves nothing more than climbing up onto the back of the couch and waiting. 'Oh no, 'M stuck!' is a goddamn trap. It took a couple pint-sized ambushes, wherein she lunges, catches some serious air, and rams into you or Hidan at full force to learn that lesson. Your natural state becomes STRESSED. Hidan, on the other hand? Constantly entertained. That little girl can do literally no wrong, because, shit, she's just emulating her dad, obviously.

If it's possible for a toddler to be sarcastic, she is, and it's only ever when she's using her manners. One tiny little eyebrow cocked, a crooked smile and cooed, 'Oh, nooo. So-orry!' Hidan has literally cried from laughing so hard, until she turned it on him. One big, angry bitemark on his forearm later, and those tittering giggles and 'Uh-oh, you o'tay? Uh-oh!' felt just a little more irritating than when they were directed towards you. He's even less impressed when you're laughing right alongside your little devil-child.

Older kids tried, once, to pick on the little girl who laughed too loud and played too hard. Unfortunately for them, she's always had a set of lungs and knew damn well how to use them. One blood-chilling shriek- not because she's hurt, but because she knew he'd hear, and haha, there's dad. Big, fat crocodile tears, a quivering pout and squeaky, 'Oh, no!' and it was game on.

Hidan doesn't give a fuck how old a snot-nosed shithead might be, his bullying is indiscriminate and he's had far longer to refine his insults than they have. She's rarely bullied, because word spreads and it's hard for a kid to bounce back from such heated and targeted shit-talk, even harder to bounce back when they watch some whooping, laughing maniac beat the shit out of their dad for trying to step in. You were only slightly surprised, and a little concerned when your little gremlin laughed and squealed over the playground dad on dad beatdown.

Deidara drops by from time to time, and he seems to have as much fun wrangling your tiny little hellion as Hidan does. He doesn't mind the fact that she can be aggressively playful, and takes absolute delight in the way her eyes go wide and shine with awe when he shows off his art. She's fascinated by his hair, and you find some remarkable moments of quiet and peace when she's perched on the couch with him on the floor, her chubby fingers toying with and carding through the golden mane that's somehow smoother and shinier than silk. If he minds the fact that she essentially pets him like a cat, he certainly doesn't mention it. 'Awww! So sof', so sof'.' Between Deidara and Hidan's high energy capacity for mischief, his visits always end up with your daughter properly knackered, and mercifully tame for the rest of the day.

Kakuzu didn't want kids the same way a dad doesn't want the dog his kids inevitably end up bringing home. You two ended up with a daughter, and at some point, somehow, someway, he became begrudgingly attached and takes over everything surrounding that little baby. Maybe it was the fact that when he looks into her eyes, he sees a soft, sweet mirror of his own, moss-green eyes that haven't yet seen the horrors of the world and the awful things that wait within it. Either way, the most miniscule part of him that can still feel love does, and every ounce of it belongs to her. You have your share, but you know that his daughter put the moon and the stars in his sky again.

Your full-time job becomes raising her, the little lady that sees the world with his eyes and speaks remarkably well for a tiny toddler her age. There's not a snowball's chance in hell that he'd trust some random to watch over his girl. You're just lucky that she's an honest delight to raise, although that might be your own bias talking. Kakuzu does a lot of reading with her, and it's almost comical to see a man like him drawling and grumbling through a ten-paged book about a little pig's wild adventures in kindness.

When Kakuzu's balancing books in the evening and she can't sleep, she always seems to find her way to the kitchen table where the old bounty hunter is pouring over expenses and budgets. Tiny fingers count on an abacus while he counts stacks of green, and when he loses count because she's quietly chatting away to the walls and the table and his ears when they listen, he can't even find it in himself to be upset. Not when those pretty eyes turn their gaze to him and she bids her sweet 'uh oh, sorry papa'. For all his power, he can be weak in those moments that make his heart just a little happier.

Innocent, and unacquainted with the temper that almost defines him as a man, she isn't afraid of him, she isn't afraid of him, she isn't afraid of him. Never had she, nor will she ever bear witness to the ugly, vicious face of his short-fuse and hellfire wrath.

That sweet little girl is spoiled, and that's only because she never seems to ask for anything herself. So polite, for one so small. When little green eyes sparkle because they fell upon a pretty dress, a toy, a book that has her oohing and ahhing, a little cup that has a straw 'oh, wow!' and a cute little pig printed on the plastic 'ohh! a piggy! haha, oink oink!' - who is he to turn his head and leave it at that?

She could ask for the moon, and it would be all he could do to bid a slow, pensive nod and murmured assurance, 'It only sits in the sky for you.'

Hidan is a frequent and uninvited visitor, and while normally you'd find that to be cause for concern it's quickly proven pointless to worry given the fact that if Kakuzu isn't grouching him under control, your daughter has a hilarious talent for putting him in his place. Seeing the zealot sat on your couch, being prodded and chided by a girl less than half his size is certainly a sight to behold; hearing her tut and chastise him in a way she must have learned from her dad for putting his feet on the coffee table, shoes on the couch, or his drink on the side table without a coaster is absolutely hysterical. 'Stains are 'spensive! Feet down!'

Kakuzu's sweet little mini-me: breathes

Kakuzu:

Kisame takes on the dad role like he was born for it, after a small period of adjustment. You two end up having a boy and a girl, and he's practically putty in their little hands. Your boy is huge, had been since he was a baby - which is natural, Hoshigaki kids are just... big, generally. Your girl caught both of you off guard, only because she's so tiny. The sibling dynamic is chaos, but a warm one that always seems to leave Kisame cackling or grinning over something ridiculous those two end up getting into.

Your boy is like a walking clone of his dad, and even as a little boy he's already standing as tall as your ribs. Slate-blue hair as soft as cornsilk, teeth that make you grateful he was never a biter, and little gills bracketing his throat. Soft-spoken, a little shy outside of his parents, and constantly looking to wrestle and play. If you're doing something, he's a guaranteed little helper - he likes to help with cooking when you let him. If his baby sister is getting into trouble, he's either helping her do it to make sure she's safe, or he's the one carrying a kicking, griping toddler to one of you two to handle. Yeah, he's a bit of a narc- but it's always for a good cause. He's a fretful big brother.

Your girl is probably the most precious little baby you'd ever met, and Kisame is quite literally helpless against her doe-eyes and deceptively sweet, cheery little voice. Where her brother is quiet, she is loud; where he's happier to follow the rules and keep out of trouble, she's a born rule-breaker that finds boundaries just to test them. When you stumble upon her in the midst of some suspiciously quiet, pint-sized anarchy, she always manages to look surprised that you ever caught her in the first place. She looks like you, if you were knee-height and sporting tiny little daggers for teeth and gills on your cheekbones. Kisame blames you entirely for her gremlin personality.

Kisame does not discipline unless he needs to, because he feels awful when big, sweet baby eyes look at him with complete betrayal that he dared to tell them no, or stop them from pulling off some kind of crazy baby scheme that would make your hair grey from stress. Quivering pouts or teary eyes and he's gotta tap out.

Babysitters adore your kids when they behave, but Kisame vets any you hire thoroughly because he's more than a little protective of his babes. It's like they're each a half of his heart living outside his body and he honestly struggles to manage the overwhelming love and affection they pump into his veins every day. He could, and gladly would break fingers over something as minute as hurt feelings.

You hold the sole rights to discipline outside the house, too. If either of your ankle-biters act out their mischief in public, and someone tries to step up and throw in their two cents, Kisame's massive silhouette and mean, sawtooth grin are very effective deterrents.

Itachi is a semi-frequent visitor, and both of your children love him fiercely. You're half-convinced that he has some kind of Uchiha magnetism, given the fact that he'd won over not one, but three Hoshigaki by the sheer power of his quiet, soothing presence. Kisame takes great amusement in watching your little lady climb all over the poor man, and your son sidle up beside him with his favourite book to chat his ear off about the adventures that lay within it. Itachi, to his credit, never ever seems to mind the undivided attention of the lively gilled babes.

Kisame, and his pint-sized sidekick: getting into Hoshigaki-brand bullshit

You, with your sweet little chore buddy: > : ( no- one hundred times, no!

Kisame, and his tiny co-maker of mayhem: betrayed, bamboozled, and somehow? positively shocked that you found out

Itachi slips seamlessly into a domestic role, despite how long he'd been absent from one. Childrearing almost seems like his god-given purpose in life once he actually sets himself to it, and the second you two brought home your cooing, burbling baby it was on. He's happy, grateful to stay home and take care of your son, tend to the home and make your transition back to work as smooth of a process as possible.

It's an all-too common scene to come home and find the Uchiha at task in the kitchen, tending to a meal simmering on the stove while your squishy, pudgy-cheeked and sleepy eyed boy perched on his hip with a tenderness that makes your heart hurt. Even as a clumsy little toddler, he's never found very far from his dad. If Itachi is cleaning, there's his little mini-me, trying to help and earning gentle encouragement and a soft, fond smile for his efforts.

Honestly, your little guy is the most well-mannered, well-adjusted, well-spoken toddler you've ever met. He genuinely likes to help, to the point that it sometimes becomes a problem because he's very determined when there's any little problem set out in front of him. At the park, playing with other little babes, he's more concerned with making sure everyone's playing fair and playing safe than he is about actually having any fun himself. He's a bit of a worrywart for someone his age, and half the time it feels like he's the self-appointed tiny guardian of his friend group. Someone trips and skins a knee? 'Are you okay? We can sit down for a little. It's okay.' A born father, is your Itachi.

Who, for a man so reserved and soft-spoken, is hellbent on making sure his son has the most peaceful, memorable childhood he can possibly offer. Not a day is wasted in your household, even a lazy day is an opportunity to make memories and spend some honest, quality time with the people he loves most. You three can cook meals together, with your boy set to work at taste-testing and mixing ingredients under the quiet, watchful eye of his dad. He never wants for encouragement, love, affection, or little things that catch his eye; it would be wrong to call him spoiled, because he isn't, but there is little he wants that he doesn't receive.

Your secondary job is bullying Itachi into taking a day to relax and unwind, because although your son is essentially the perfect child, it's still a lot of work to raise him. Even when you're the primary parent on those days off, he's never far away, and always finding sneaky ways to slip back into dad-mode rather than actually relax. Half the time it takes you putting your son on the job of wrangling his dad just to make the man sit down, crack open a book and let himself just be. That typically entails your little boy gently chiding his father in a way you're certain he learned from the Uchiha himself- and god, it makes your heart melt. 'No, no. Gotta have your tea, it's gonna get cold', 'Sit, sit, sit. Sometimes we need to sit, papa. Gotta rest!'

Kisame loves to visit, he makes that fact no secret. For a man so massive, so intimidating, he handles your boy like glass- as if he's afraid a little rough play might break him. And your son, always as sweet as he is smart, adores the company. His questions know no limits, and he's a clever little babe about getting answers without actually asking questions. 'Can we go swimming? You must swim fast- can you swim under water? I can hold my breath longer than you can.' You once got to watch the boy perched at the end of a dock for half an hour, holding a staring contest with the swordsman who'd been stubbornly sat at the bottom of the lake's shallows for at least half an hour. That thoroughly entertained grin on the swordsman's face when he flared his gills told you he knew what exactly your boy was so curious about when he'd challenged him in the first place.

#kakuzu #hidan #kisame #itachi #naruto scenarios #naruto imagines #kakuzu x reader #kisame x reader #hidan x reader #naruto x reader #itachi x reader #i'm sorry but kakuzu as a dad specifically is my favourite #kisame as a dad and/or an uncle is ALSO my favourite i can't help it #kisame hoshigaki #itachi uchiha #kisame hates hiring babysitters and has no shame in offering to call itachi - you try to persuade him not to because itachi's a busy guy #kisame doesn't even have the courtesy to look sheepish when he tells you he'd already called him over to watch the kids for the night #'he's practically their uncle- sweetheart he LIKES watching 'em. it's fine! it's really fine!' #househusband itachi who brings his son along when it's time to go babysit the hoshigaki babes #'is it really work if it's essentially a playdate?' 'yes - and i'd like to pay for the trouble' 'you consider your children trouble?' #'...shut up and TAKE my MONEY PLEASE'

[kalims]

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "is that your attempt at flirting?"

how good are they at flirting?

characters. riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus

note. reblogs are appreciated! <3

riddle rosehearts

would be the most romantic but be the one with least experience about it. so he will be neutral. nothing better, nothing less.

riddle definitely has one of the most best ideas in terms of classical dates, he has the looks, the smarts, and the authority to organize a private afternoon tea session with you in the heartslabyul rose garden maze.

but honestly his lack of experience is gonna be holding him back from actually becoming the 'dream' type of guy to other people. he would doubt his chances before asking you to have dinner with him. which ultimately ends up with the first years dragging you off to hang out and a lost chance.

if he does musters up the balls to actually attempt to flirt with you it's surprisingly smoother than one would think. he's taken the initiative to 'fix' your appearance whenever he deems your attire inappropriate to wear (wrinkles, worn wrongly, etc..)

just cause he's so focused on adjusting your tie that he doesn't even know that he's gone way too close and is nearly pressed up against you if it weren't for the space between your arms.

retreats back with a satisfied look when he finally fixes it <- does not know what he just did was unintentionally HEART STOPPING.

leona kingscholar

..terrifyingly good if he uses the right amount of energy.

but even so his lazy demeanor itself might even become somewhat appealing to you. it's kind of attractive if you look from the right angle and quite flustering whenever he looks at you with unintentional droopy eyes.

but those only happen when he's fresh outta nap so you only see them when you just happen to be around when he wakes up.

to make it worse the color of his eyes is absolutely gorgeous so pair it up with his natural slitted eye when he's angry, and the scar on his left eye? boom he's gonna start killing you. literally.

so just imagine waking up next to this little bitch and the first thing you see is his chiseled face. his eyes are looking right at you and there's a smirk on his face as he asks you how your sleep went.

"I could get used to this kinda sight everyday." 💀🔫

again DEAD. but it all comes down to how you actually think about his behavior.

casually twirls his tail around your body parts like your leg, arm, or even waist when he wants you to take a nap with him. or just flicks you in the face when he wants to be an asshole or needs your attention. that's probably his way of flirting excluding the fact that he would rub his cheek on yours as a greeting and doesn't even care anymore if someone talks shit. (I think that's how lions do it?)

azul ashengrotto

would be considered smooth if he wasn't so nervous.

thinks he's the top kinda guy. he actually is because his ideas are definitely top notch, he's sly, charming, and handsome. (if only he can see so himself)

azul is very fast in turning random situations tide to fit his advantage and the next thing you know you've agreed to meeting him in his office to help you with your grades.

believes actions speak louder than words so he just starts giving you cute, suspicious smiles across the lounge, let's you eat a meal... for 70% percent off 😁 if he really likes you then he'd give you a free one, using 'leftovers' as an excuse.

I think he's rich? so would gift you a shell necklace that represents himself. it's charmed to not ever break so all you have to really do is wear it for him. if you don't know it was originally owned by him, passed down by his mother that told him to give it to the person he loves most.

he really thought he won't ever give it to anyone else.

let's you run around the lounge doing whatever you like and doesn't like it when floyd tries to hog you to himself so he just.. asks you to keep him company in his office.

kalim al asim

blissfully an oblivious romantic, can't flirt for shit if he tries but is surprisingly good when he's not trying to.

kalim is way too pure to even think about flirting but he knows the concept of it. he has no idea and just follows whatever he saw his father do to his mother which is: ✨spoiling you rotten✨

thats like his love languange now but if he's actually flirting it's...kinda hard to listen to. you swear jamil exhales the most sharpest intake of air whenever kalim tries and fails to because he made the poor choice of asking cater for advice.

 now he's telling you overused pickup lines with a bright grin.

but now he's having a 160° moment when he starts pointing out your features with an innocence of a child. it's actually meant to be something that he genuinely thought was nice and decides to tell you.

how the fuck did be even notice that?? it's really flattering to be honest, you can't tell if he's flirting with you or being honest. probably being honest but..??????

vil schoenheit

really, really, really good.

like better than leona kinda good. who am I to say this? riddle and kalim are the most romantic, VIL is the most smoothest flirter. and I stand by my statement as I say this because there's no way anyone else is better than him.

maybe the acting taught him a lot of tricks (it did) and since he's so natural with his words as well as actions. maybe I'm biased, maybe I'm not because I think he's the most logical guy I know in this list.

vil definitely knows how to read people from their body languange as well so if he senses the slighest sign of attraction you have for him (duh ofc he's vil why wouldn't you like him) he will do absolutely anything to make sure you love him the most.

usually doesn't like his lipstick being smudged but it's funny seeing the dumb struck look you have on your face when he just smooches your cheek and you're blissfully unaware of the stain it left.

will not tell you it has a mark.

idia shroud

absolutely HORRIBLE.

I think we can all agree that idia is unfortunately on the bottom of the chain. he's shy, he hates people, he hates socializing, i doubt he has any other freinds other than the ones he has online.

what makes you THINK he knows how to deal with romance and all the giddy stuff. it made him grossed out until he realizes that the exact thing he's feeling is the romance and giddy type of stuff.

what kind of epic charm move do you have prefect 😰

anyways I say this with confidence.

he can't flirt.

the thought itself is atrocious to him and your reaction is a whole another subject he does not want to discuss at all. ortho ends up exposing him out of good will and concern. IN FRONT OF YOU....

cowers and runs in shame. ortho... this was the ultimate betrayal....

malleus draconia

not necessarily good but not bad either.

I'd suppose he's well equipped with old courting traditions. but if it really is that old then you'd probably have trouble picking it up unless you've watched a lot of historical movies with a sprinkle of romance. his moves are akin to those, maybe if you read a few books about fae you'll be less unaware of it as well.

you're probably more equipped with the popular type of romantic moves, ones that are trendy or ones that left a mark in history.

I don't know how far fae history could ever be but it seems farther than you know when malleus starts putting in the effort to research and execute his findings.

lilia would have to tell him that you have no idea what he's doing, or talking about. given since you're a human and not that old.

would just prefer everything as it is right now to be forever. you're not scared of him, there's less people afraid of him when they see you happily interacting with him but why would he care when they didn't before? you're the one that he must focus on.

my final thoughts on the ranking. best to worst

1. vil

2. leona

3. azul

4. riddle

5. kalim (higher if unintentional)

6. malleus

7. idia 😹

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed ! #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst fluff #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim x reader #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #x reader #fanfiction #gn reader #twst

[beyondtheglowingstars]

Luigi x GN Reader NSFW Headcanons

As the title implies, NSFW content here so MINORS DNI!!!

⚡ - Let me start off VERY clearly by saying: He’s complete a bottom. I’m NOT Sorry.

⚡ - He was undeniably embarrassed to tell you anything about wanting to take the next step in your relationship, you most likely ended up being the one initiating things.

⚡ - Even after it’s been so long since your first few times, he’s still not gonna be too clear regarding his needs out of shyness, it’s in his nature. You’re gonna have to give him a little push frequently. Though it usually goes smoother when you’re the one to tell him what you want.

⚡ - But don’t worry, it doesn’t take too much work to get him ready to go if you know what he likes. Especially if he’s the one that’s been holding off for a while.

⚡ - Once you break down the initial barrier and he’s more comfortable around you, you’ll find he’s quite eager and energetic to begin your intimate time together.

⚡ - Speaking off, one almost guaranteed way to make him get into the mood, is to whisper dirty words into his ears. Nothing gets him quite more ready than that, no touching needed.

⚡ - Likes to either have rope wrapped around his body or wearing a harness.

⚡ - But likes it in specific when his arms are constricted so he can be entirely at your mercy.

⚡ - Don’t be afraid to get a little rough with him, he likes being manhandled and he can take the treatment.

⚡ - A grower, but even still he has quite a bit to brag about in his resting state.

⚡ - At full length, he sports an 8 incher that gets thicker at the base. His balls don’t really hang low, but they’re not small either.

⚡ - Prefers to keep himself clean shaven, he knows he can grow a lot of hair. You’ll only see some hair down there when it’s growing again, but he’ll get rid of it before it can get too long for his liking.

⚡ - Sure, the first few times you did anything together he was still figuring out how to control all these new sensations that came over him and some unfortunate spills happened, but after some time he acquired good endurance.

⚡ - Despite his good endurance for the most part, edging is one of his favorite things and he loves it when you torturously bring him terribly close to the limit and provide a challenge for him.

⚡ - Total praise whore. Will do anything to hear words of approval coming from your mouth, and when he hears them, anything he might currently be feeling increases tenfold.

⚡ - Not too fond of quickies, would much rather just wait until you two can take your sweet time for a very active night until he’s completely fucked out. Which also means that you usually need to give him a day or a few more before you can get frisky again.

⚡ - But he doesn’t mind giving you a hand to make you cum if he’s still recovering just as long as you allow him proper rest.

⚡ - Loves when you fuck his mouth til the point he seriously needs to catch his breath and his face looks like a mess one way or another.

⚡ - He can be a little hesitant to try out new ideas, but only if he thinks it’s something more ‘extreme’. But if you succeed and convince him to give that new experience a go AND he likes it, he’s very much gonna latch onto that new thing.

⚡ - Is quite vocal and will forever be embarrassed about it, but you can get him to a point where his brain becomes mush and he can no longer contain his sounds.

⚡ - That said, you might want to cover his mouth if at any point you need him to be quiet.

⚡ - More often than not, you are gonna end up giving him aftercare (sex can really wear him out and he’s also a sleepyhead).

⚡ - But when he winds up being the one with the most energy, he'll make sure to clean the both of you properly then give you little kisses everywhere while humming comforting tunes as he tucks you into bed. Asking you if there's anything else you desire before setting down for the night.

#smb #smb luigi #smb x reader #super mario bros x reader #luigi x reader #character headcanons #cosmic writing #minors dni

[getosuguruswife]

A WILD AFTERNOON

content : Geto x f!reader, public sex

MDNI

Geto is a gentleman, like yes he will fuck your brains out, rail you to the point you'll feel it in your toes, but he will then massage your feet to make them less sore. He has always loved to fuck, but there's nothing like the pussy of the girl you love, and clearly, the sex with you was the best he ever had since he was so infatuated by you. Now that he knew what it felt like, he never wanted to leave and fuck somebody else ever again, his dick belonged to no one else but you, and he would become your slave if you wanted to. You were very beautiful of course, like a lot of women on Earth, but your energy, your spirit was definitely transcendant, and Geto loved it so much that he felt the need to bury his cock deep inside of you to feel its full power. 

You can't say you didn't feel the same way. Looks were one thing (despite Geto's beauty being out of this world), but to be so connected, so in phase with someone's mind was a one of a kind type of experience and your love for him made you eager for sex, for physical touch no matter the time or the place. 

The best sex you ever had with Geto had to be in a field. After a long week of work and stress, your boyfriend and you decide to escape on a romantic getaway in the countryside, where his parents own a vacation home. As the weather is perfect to go for a walk, you do so, hands in hands, in the middle of the nature. Once you arrive on a huge grass field where little potentilla flowers are forming yellow dots everywhere, you stop, lay a large cloth on the grass, and sit on it. 

It doesn't take long for you two to be all upon each other, tongues dancing in each other's mouth, making the loudest sounds that would gross out anybody that hear it. Geto is always so passionate about his kisses, and while his mouth is against yours, his hand is ruthlessly palming your tit, which makes you mewl in pleasure. He gets quickly on top of you, releasing your tongue from his and ready to lift the flowery-summer dress you wear. Realizing you don't wear any panties makes his dick grow harder into his pants, to the point where it could crack it, and after freeing himself from the then-tight fabric suffocating his package, Geto took his hard and veiny dick out of his pants and pressed open his two large hands on each of your thigh , opening himself a free way to your wet pussy. It has been 2 years since you started dating, and still he is looking at your fat cunt like a wolf ready to jump on its prey, and you catch a glimpse of danger in the bright of his eyes, but that turns you on so much, that you moan without even realizing it. You feel your face getting warmer under your skin once you see your boyfriend smiling from the corner of his mouth, but you know he isn't making fun of you, he loves the effect he has on you, and he was so ready to make you cry his name.

Geto shoved his dick right in between your lips, and your wetness made it way smoother than expected. "So fucking warm and wet for me, ugh baby?" 

You were already screaming like a little animal caught in a trap. "Yes baby, you make me so fucking wet." His pink tip is kissing your cervix and it hurts, but that's how you like your sex : a mixture of pleasure and pain, all at the same time.

His hands are still forcing your legs open, and while he is holding his grip, he gets deeper and deeper into your hole, making your whole body move under his pace. At one point he frees your boobs of your dress, and puts his hand back on your thigh. Now that he has full vision of your tits moving from up to down, plus a slight vision on your clit getting pinker and pinker at his thrust, he can hardly keep himself from cumming inside of you. He will though, (because he is gentleman, remember?) and he can't imagine not giving his woman a mind-blowing orgasm before having his.

Eventually, you come to it, grateful that the field was remoted enough for you to scream as you pleased. You're tired, breathless, but you need more, and Geto hasn't cum yet. As crual as he is, he isn't going to let no time for your body to recover from this overwhelming stimulation, and starts grabbing the under of each of your thighs. Once you understand his intention, you surround his neck with your arms and let yourself get lifted by the man. He is now standing up, so tall that you almost feel dizzy into his arms, although you did that a thousand times. Geto's cock is still deep inside of you, and he makes sure for it not to leave your struggling cunt.

"Baby, you creamed so bad on my dick! I have no choice but to fuck you with your own juice now.." He whispers in your ears, making your walls clench around him, despite you thinking it was dead after what he just did to you. Without warning he starts lifting you from up to down, making you jump on his still-hard wood and keeping his promise of fucking you in your own fluid. You hold him close to you, afraid to fall from all this movement, and with your face so close to his, can hear your man's masculine groans right in your ear. You already cummed, not that long ago, but it seems like he is engaging that machine all over again with them growls.

"Yes daddy! Harder!!"

Geto follows your instructions and get quicker with it. This time, it feels like his dick is beating your cervix, and as uncomfortable as it may feel, it's also so fucking good, and you wouldn't want him to stop. He lifts you up so high that you're flying, only to make you go deep down on his cock, and honestly, you don't think you'll ever be able to walk normally after this. 

After long minutes of intense sport, it becomes harder to breathe, your hair is sticking to your sweaty forehead, and you know you'll come soon enough. Geto slams his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth once again, and with how strong he is going in your pussy, you understand he is at the edge of exploding inside. You lock your legs around his waist, holding his neck tightly, and the two of you finally explode in a loud groan.

Geto tries to put you back on the ground, but you feel your legs shake as soon as your feet hit the grass. He catches you, amused that you were about to fall, and you give him an ugly stare. After all, he was the one who did this. 

You rested a good 30 minutes in the field, needy of some time to get back from the crazy sex you just had, and realizing how bold of you it was to fuck in a place where everyone could have seen you. But as embarrassing as it felt, you knew you was going to do it again. 

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto smut #geto suguru #getou x y/n #getou suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #jjk getou #getou suguru #suguru geto x reader

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Game of Thrones - 57 SANSA V (pages 596-604)

Sansa attends Joffrey's first court session after the change of kings, in order to ask mercy for her father.

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And so many others were missing. Where had the rest of them gone? Sansa wondered. Vainly, she searched for friendly faces. Not one of them would meet her eyes. It was as if she had become a ghost, dead before her time.

Oh that's chill inducing. Though if it were true at least she could haunt the shit out of Joffrey and his mother. ... How much of the court fled? How much of it was cut down in the ensuing fight?

- and when funny Ser Dontos started to hail her, Ser Balon Swann whispered in his ear and he turned away. ... A moment later, Lord Baelish entered through the tall doors in the rear, smiling. He chatted amiably with Ser Balon and Ser Dontos as he made his way to the front.

Oh hi Dontos.

"- All hail his lady mother, Cersei of House Lannister, Queen Regent, Light of the West, and Protector of the Realm."

Oooh, 'light of the west' that's fancy.

I am not best pleased with house Lannister, but I do love implications that at some point Tywin went "look at my daughter, see how amazing she is, can't give her titles of Powah! and legal authority, because she's a woman, but hence forth, you have she is the "Light of the West" which does nothing but tell you she's awesome." (except she's really mean, actually.) At least, I'm pretty sure that's how those titles "Light of the West" and "Realm's Delight" work?

- and on his head a golden crown crusted with rubies and black diamonds.

Black diamonds? Now that's a choice.

Naturally occurring black diamonds are a thing, but like... how to tldr this? Natural black diamonds get their colour from having lots of black bits in them, the colour effect is kind of metallic because the bits tend to be carbon and graphite, but the thing with natural black diamonds is that depending on the quality the colour can look... gritty. smoothly coloured black diamonds are like... 1% of natural black diamonds iirc. Black diamonds used in jewelry tend to have their colour artificially enhanced by science and technology (like radiation). Artificial or artificially coloured diamonds produce a smoother colour for less effort.

... can you tell I like rocks yet? XD

And at the end, near last, came the names Sansa had been dreading. Lady Catelyn Stark. Robb Stark. Brandon Stark, Rickon Stark, Arya Stark. Sansa stifled a gasp. Arya. They wanted Arya to present herself and swear an oath... it must mean her sister had fled on the galley, she must be safe at Winterfell by now...

"safe at Winterfell" not "back at Winterfell" Part of Sansa must understand, but she isn't quite ready to face it yet. She's still got room to salvage this mess and save her father. Or so she's telling herself.

Also good job figuring that out. Not quite correct, but it is because Arya fled and is still evading capture.

"I shall die a knight." "A naked knight, it would seem," quipped Littlefinger.

For someone who thinks themselves clever, Littlefinger really doesn't understand declarations of intent very well. "Oh, but Petyr was intentionally trying to take the wind out of Barristan's sails, steal his thunder and mock him, he's being petty on purpose." Yes, I know. The underhanded jabs are all Petyr's 'intellect' is good for.

Finally he drew his sword. Sansa heard someone gasp. Ser Boros and Ser Meryn moved forward to confront him, but Ser Barristan froze them in place with a look that dripped contempt. "Have no fear, sers, your king is safe... no thanks to you. Even now, I could cut through the five of you as easy as a dagger cuts cheese. If you would serve under the Kingslayer, not a one of you is fit to wear the white." He flung his sword at the foot of the Iron Throne. "Here, boy. Melt it down and add it to the others, if you like. It will do you more good than the swords in the hands of these five. Perhaps Lord Stannis will chance to sit on it when he takes your throne."

Yes, police? I just witnessed a murder. ... shame it wasn't a more literal murder.

She smoothed down the cloth of the skirt nervously. She was dressed in mourning, as a sign of respect for the dead king, but she had taken special care to make herself beautiful. Her gown was the ivory silk that the queen had given her, the one Arya had ruined, but she'd had then dye it black and you couldn't see the stain at all. She had fretted over her jewelry for hours and finally decided upon the elegant simplicity of a plain silver chain.

A silver chain you say? Would that, perhaps, be the same silver chain Sansa was seen wearing when Joffrey lied at the Trident? You know, the last time Sansa was put in a situation where her words 'could have saved the day' when there's a strong chance nothing she'd said would have saved anyone. (Cersei had shown contempt for the direwolves and said in a Tyrion chapter that she didn't want them in King's Landing. Every indication we have says there's a good chance that if it hadn't been then, then it would have been later, but Cersei would have found a way to get rid of Lady. (and Mycah was already dead though they didn't know it yet.))

Although speaking of Lady, iirc, when the stain happened that fight was about the Trident and Sansa was thinking of Lady afterwards, she even dreamed of Lady.

Even the gown, given by the queen, a seemingly pretty and pure gift, stained and tainted by the memory and unresolved issues of what happe- ... covered up... by...

Ohhhhhhhh.

Oh this entire outfit is foreshadowing, isn't it?

Sansa has no cards to play, just an illusion of hope.

Ohhh, I made myself sad.

Sansa quailed. Now, she told herself, I must do it now. Gods give me courage. She took one step and then another. Lords and knights stepped aside silently to let her pass, and she felt the weight of their eyes on her. I must be as strong as my lady mother.

I know this is a hopeless play, but damn you're doing amazing sweetie. Don't falter, not in the lions den.

Ooph. No information, no truths, but she did so good.

"Only... that as you love me, you do me this kindness, my prince."

Oops, she's still too used to calling him prince. If that had been a deliberate jab, it would have been a very stupid one, since being called "not the king" is what had Joffrey so shirty at the moment.

"'as I love you...' but I don't love you at all, so I won't give you mercy at all."

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #got #sansa stark #a chapter a day reading

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

To summarise:

6x14 or “Nothing has been scientific since the explosion”

This is an episode about the epic highs and lows of adult superpowers.

After dedicating one whole episode to Archie, the World’s Mostest Invinciblest Man, it’s time to learn about the downside of having superpowers. Yeap, you guessed it: it’s Betty and Veronica’s time to shine.

Cheryl debates over the possibility of calling Heather. Nana Rose, who knows firsthand what being a secondary character in Riverdale is like, says no. Cheryl, on the other hand, who is core four adjacent, and knows Heather won’t be having any scenes without her, says yes.

It’s whatever o’clock, which means Archie has some free time away from RHS to visit his good friend Jughead, who also has some free time away from RHS, and whine about Percival. Is Betty at work? Is the Diner still open? Who knows? Who cares?

Nothing has been scientific since the explosion, says Archie, i.e. the Riverdale writers are breaking the 4th wall.

There was only one prison doctor: Dr Curdle Jr, coroner, pediatrician, almost obstetrician, now toxicologist-at-a-mortuary-nearby-you, diagnoses Veronica with high toxicity. All the toxic encounters with daddykins had to lead somewhere, I guess.

Veronica embraces her black-widowesque nature by dressing like a black widow, i.e. like a widow. Who wears black. As Reggie puts it: “You look insane”. (But also hot).

Archie tries to build up immunity to palladium by exposing himself to it. Cheryl warns him that he’s playing with forces beyond his understanding. To be fair, this is Archie, so everything is beyond his understanding. Anyway.

Cheryl asks Nana Rose for her book on Rasputin for some esoteric info that could help Archie. I believe she’s looking for the part that goes: Ra ra Rasputin / Lover of the (ex) Serpent Queen / They put some palladium into his wine / Ra ra Rasputin / Riverdale’s greatest love machine / He drank it all and said, "I feel fine". There is truly nothing scientific after the explosion. Also, adult stories.

“I can’t be weak in the face of Percival” says Archie while implementing a regiment that will ensure he becomes even weaker.

Betty asks Archie is he’s ok. He initially lies but then comes clean and asks her to open a can for him. Archie thanks Betty and proceeds to ask her how she is. Nah. Kidding.

Betty asks Jughead to read her subconscious mind and unlock her repressed memories, because, yes, you guessed it, there is more misery for Betty.

She organises her memories into Betty Cooper’s Comic Spectacular, a series of comic books for Jughead to read in his mind’s eye. Bughead hold hands and they’re immediately transported to their first kiss and discussion about babies. We now know why they haven’t shared any one-on-one scenes: too hot. 

Veronica is furious that Reggie is in cahoots with charlatan Percival with whom she’s also in cahoots (since she has accepted his triple rent and allowed him to live at the Babylonium).

She could have poisoned Percival but, no, she gives Reggie a nosebleed instead.

Chris O’Shea has made Percival’s amusement at the core four shenanigans into a character trait and can now smile and laugh at their lines without breaking character. Respect.

Dr Curdle Jr thinks Ronnie is going to die by all the toxins. He’s a man of science, therefore, he doesn’t understand her venomous superpower: Veronica is cursed with the snot of doom the kiss of death. The lick of murder. The nibble of demise.

Heather is a(n almost) completely new character, so, in lieu of backstory, she’s mentioned thrice during the episode to make the transition smoother. Right.

Betty has another appointment with Jug, so she dons her green blazer, the one that goes with Jug’s sofa and that makes her eyes pop. For science.

It turns out Alice had been lying about not having the serial killer jeans (only acceptable spelling). Also, Hal tried to groom Betty into a serial killer when she was little but, like, only once. (Suspiciously, the same once involving the late Caramel that we already knew about). Canon rewrite or clue that this universe -much like the Vale- is collapsing?

Beronica are about to have a girls night at the Wyrm! Will they pass the Bechdel test this time?

The answer is no, because Betty invited Archie as well.

As he becomes less dense, Archie finally realizes what was established 7 episodes ago: palladium makes him weak. Archie stops microdosing with Cheryl’s palladium soup (actual words) because the palladium in it made him lose strength. Will he forget again once he becomes denser? Only time will tell.

Cheryl is about to forge Archie through the power of metal transmutation. I mean, it’s not as if the writers haven’t warned us about the nons(i)ense. Betty wants to know if there are any drawbacks. Cheryl admits that Archie might die during the process but she didn’t consider it important. Betty’s furious but I’m with Cheryl. Surprisingly, so is Archie.

Faced with the possibility of death, Archie asks for one more night of sex. The level of b*rchie romance is killing me. Faster than palladium kills Archie, I might add.

After sex with Archie, another traumatic experience: Betty discovers what’s under the floorboards under the dining table. It’s proof that Alice Cooper - the same one who goaded Hal for not being able to kill anybody back in s2- knew about Hal’s extracurricular activities - and was afraid of him. Again, canon rewrite or clue?

Bummer: Archie didn’t die.

Archie’s SAT Greek is as good as his SAT English, the words ‘power’ and ‘combination’ are, nevertheless, pronounced and are, apparently, enough to turn his biceps into iron and his brain into tin. Archie can now officially shit steel and burp filings. Breathing might turn out to be a problem, what with all that oxygen … His hair remain red but it’s now due to rust.

Another Lodge bites the snack!

Another Lodge bites the snack!

And another Lodge bites and another Lodge bites- 

Another Lodge bites the snack!

Betty finds an opportunity to get rid of Archie without him realising and gets on with it: she tells him to make out with Veronica, so that she can get her mojo back. 

Fortified by Archie’s kiss, Ronnie dedicates Britney Spears’ Toxic to B*rchie and the Casino’s shareholders.

Meanwhile, after having touched Betty’s hands twice, Jughead gets rapid-fire flashbacks of Bughead kisses. RIP Tabitha’s shoulder.

Heather arrives at Thornhill but that is a story for the next episode.

Toffee had to run to the mall to get some anticorrosive spray and metal shiner to polish Archie’s abs. The sooner Veronica gets a glimpse of them, the sooner, Toffee can steer Betty in the right direction.

#Riverdale season 6 spoilers #Riverdale season 6 #s6 recaps #anti-b*rchie

[tokiro07]

Undead Unluck ch. 140 thoughts

[A Trip Down Memory Lane]

Once again, I’ve misunderstood the timeskip mechanic from 138, the current year is 1999, not 2000. I thought she said “pass” AT 1999, not that that was where she ended up. I also thought she skipped 26 years from 1974, not 1973, but whatever, it was an easy mistake to make. Retroactively this means that the “next tragedy” Fuuko wants to avoid is in 2002, but that doesn’t change the fact that Fuuko was still willing to skip VOID KILLING SOMEONE

Moving on! Three weeks of this point is too many!

Fuuko rushes straight towards one of Autumn’s Juniors to get bit and turned into a book. Nico questions if Fuuko ever has second thoughts about anything, to which Fuuko bluntly responds “never,” which once again illustrates just how much influence Andy has had on her. The moment a thought enters that man’s head he’s already acted on it two seconds prior, and Fuuko has become just as self-assured in her travels. Just like Andy, she knows what she needs to do and does it without hesitation. The key difference, though, is that Andy was always able to do that because he knew he’d be okay no matter what as Undead; Fuuko on the other hand has absolute, unwavering trust in her friends, knowing that they’ll have her back and do whatever they need to to make sure she stays safe. Andy definitely had shades of that too, especially later on, but for him it was a safe bet regardless, while for Fuuko it truly is life or death, so I think it means a lot more for Fuuko to put her faith in others like that especially after being a recluse for so long

In a quick flashback, Fuuko tells Gina that she killed her in the previous Loop. My gut reaction was that Andy killed her, but looking back at it objectively, no, Fuuko definitely did it, she just used Andy as the weapon, throwing his Unluck-charged head into Gina’s barrier to force a Union laser to redirect itself at her. There were several degrees of separation that make it easy to forget, but Fuuko absolutely is responsible. What we the audience think of that, though, isn’t as relevant as what Gina thinks of it, and Fuuko gives Gina the option to come to her own conclusions and do what she will with the information, even abandon Fuuko and the group. I’m sure Fuuko has faith that Gina will choose to help, but at the same time I’m sure that Fuuko would wholeheartedly understand and accept Gina’s decision to leave if she did. Whether she has some kind of contingency for that, I don’t know, but she’s kind of the Luffy type of protagonist; “do what you want, but I know you well enough that I know you’ll want to do what I’m expecting”

Fuuko’s book becomes a tower, though one that’s probably only a few stories tall at most rather than reaching into literal god damn outer space like Andy’s. Naturally, this is because she’s been alive for about 200 years whereas Andy was nearly 500 billion years old at the time. I wonder if one could calculate how much time is crammed into each page based on the height of the book...

Gina finds herself into Fuuko’s memory of their first meeting and notes that Fuuko looks more plump than her current self, likely to reflect that she hadn’t gotten much exercise back then. She also is shocked to see how she looks at 66, not because she hasn’t seemed to age, but because she dresses like a Japanese schoolgirl and finds it cringe, which frankly is hilarious. Speaking of how she dresses, we can see that the previous Gina is wearing her heart-shaped earrings, which she was not actually depicted with in her first appearance! At least, not in her first panel. See, this isn’t a simple continuity error; this is an example of Tozuka’s growth as an artist! If you go back to chapter 5, you’ll notice that Gina’s earrings seem to appear and disappear at random, along with the sketchy and inconsistently thick outlines. The current iteration of this scene is much smoother and keeps the character designs consistent, so it provides a fantastic before-and-after shot. I’m so proud

Gina learns that her previous self died so that Andy could join the Union, but the biggest takeaway for her was that she and Fuuko both loved Andy. While she herself may not recognize Andy, the tragedy of her own death was not lost on her; presumably her speech about not being able to change and the lives she’s taken, as well as Andy’s denial that age had taken her beauty, resonated with the current Gina and allowed her to understand that this was the best outcome that her past self could have hoped for. My question though is what her opinion on Andy is, I wouldn’t be surprised if she finds herself crushing on him when she finally meets him in X-number of chapters. I think that’d be kind of cute, but I’d rather not have a full on love triangle for Fuuko...that said, she does say that Fuuko is as special to her as Andy was to her previous self, sooo...

We cut to the restaurant where Andy made dinner reservations and he and Fuuko mourned Gina, and Gina sees her own ghost sitting at a table watching the two of them. She’s so surprised that she spits out her drink, which naturally is stopped midair before reaching Gina 100. Gina 100 notes that current Gina has freckles and recognizes that she’s her younger self; Gina 100 in Andy’s flashback doesn’t have freckles, so I’m not actually sure if Gina just wore makeup to hide the freckles, if they disappeared as she got older, or if it’s a detail that Tozuka thought of later, but I’m definitely gonna keep an eye out for them in the anime just in case

The fact that Gina 100′s ghost is present even in Fuuko’s memory is really interesting; this implies that the world as a whole exists in its entirety within the context of Autumn’s books, even things that the “main character” isn’t aware of. Not only that, but Ghost wouldn’t be added for at least four more months, so how did Gina’s ghost exist? Well, if you’ll recall, when Shen was dying of donutification, he saw the ghost of his sister Mei. Not only that, but Andy had already learned to control his soul from his time in his own memories, both of which prove that souls and spirits existed PRIOR to the introduction of Ghost. This implies that Ghost’s addition only actually added a “tangible” (for lack of a better word) form to said spirits, but they’ve definitely been present all along

Gina 100 is surprised to learn that Fuuko has become the new leader of the Union, though she doesn’t seem too surprised to hear about the Loop. I imagine this was to truncate the explanation of the Loop since we already know everything about it, it just feels oddly delivered since we know Juiz never told anyone

It’s cute that Gina 100 calls Juiz “Jaunty Justy” though I’m sure in Japanese it’s something like “Jasuto-chan,” as Andy is “Deddo-kun” and I imagine Fuuko’s is “Rakki-chan.” It’s not hard to see her calling everyone something to the effect of “Rule-kun/chan,” but I really like the alliterative translations and I’d like to see more of them. Maybe we’ll get to with the current Gina?

EDIT: Gina is NOT saying -chan or -kun, she is always saying -chin! User tokiro07 has been taken out back and shot for this grievous and obvious mistranslation

Gina 100 refuses to teach the current Gina how to use Unchange as it would be helping Fuuko, her rival in love, but changes her mind when she sees that Fuuko gave the new Gina her old jacket, evidenced by the Love Umbrella embroidered in the lining. Now, you may be wondering: how did Fuuko bring Gina’s Union jacket with her through the Loop? She didn’t have a bag or anything with her when she looped, so where was it? Well, she was wearing a jacket around her waist at the time, which can only mean one thing: the jacket Fuuko has been wearing since she joined the Union in the first place was in fact Gina’s the entire time! I don’t know if this was ever said in an omake or anything, but I certainly never made that connection, so this is a cute and fun revelation for me! Come to think of it, Fuuko was pretty much always wearing it tied around her waist, very rarely wearing it as a jacket if ever, I wonder if that was cus it would have been too baggy on her?

Gina 100 tells Gina that Unchange is controlled through her heart rather than logic; unwavering (or Unchanging) desire to keep things as they are reflects in the world as Unchanging constructs. This is consistent with her profile from volume 2, where she claimed not to understand the logic behind her own ability and instead just focused on what she wanted to accomplish. As always, I love Tozuka’s sense of consistency

As I joked about earlier, Gina says that Fuuko is someone special to her, though apparently as a friend. Gina 100 says their friendship will remain forever unchanged, but I don’t know, I’d appreciate it if it changed into something more. I know it won’t, but I’ll cling to whatever poly-rep I can find, dammit!

Back in the real world, Nico dives to protect Ichico from Autumn, which I’m willing to bet will contribute to their burgeoning romance (especially helpful since they’re scheduled to have a daughter pretty soon). However, this proves unnecessary, as Gina returns with her Unchange back to its former glory, holding off Autumn with two Unchanging air hands, as seen by the rain. Once again, nice forethought on Tozuka’s part; it was already raining when the group arrived to fight Autumn, and while at first it may seem like it was for dramatic effect, it was actually for this moment so we could see the fruits of Gina’s little adventure!

Our final panel sees Gina making an expression much closer to what we’re used to from her predecessor, her eyes sharpened with confidence and conviction. I’m extremely glad that we finally get a bit of an arc for Gina, I was so sad that she was removed from the story so early on when her power and dynamic with Andy and Fuuko were all so interesting. I’ve been looking forward to this ever since I realized that this was a timeloop story, but I never thought it would go this well. Gina was always interesting, but I think this chapter has made her one of my favorite characters. That said, I think pretty much everyone’s backstory chapters have done that so far. The flashbacks are always just so good, honestly, everyone is so endearing in this series

Can’t wait for Tozuka to actually make me like Void in a few weeks

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime

[krispyweiss]

Roger McGuinn at Midland Theatre, Newark, Ohio, Aug. 22, 2023

There’s no need for Roger McGuinn to write a book. His Songs and Stories With … tour is his autobiography. And hearing the man speak and sing about his incredible life and career is much more enjoyable than reading about it anyway.

As the jangle of an electric guitar playing the Byrds’ arrangement of “My Back Pages” filled the hall - “My ‘My Way,’” McGuinn called it - he walked on stage, stepped to a mic and began to sing. At 81, McGuinn’s voice betrayed some fragility at various points during his two-set, 110-minute performance inside Newark, Ohio’s, three-quarters-full Midland Theatre. But he still plays and sings like a Byrd.

After the opener, McGuinn, dressed in all black save for a red feather in his fedora, took a seat and, surrounded by a banjo, 12- and six-string acoustic guitars, his trusty electric Rickenbacker and tropical plants, proceeded to tell his life’s story. And the concert had the arc of a book, beginning with his childhood in Chicago where he first heard “Heartbreak Hotel” and “Be-Bop-A-Lula” - snippets of which he played - before he went to the Old Town School of Folk Music and got turned on to Bob Gibson and Lead Belly, leading McGuinn to offer full versions of “Daddy Roll ’Em” and “On Easter Morn’ He Rose.”

A teenaged McGuinn then met Pete Seeger, from whom he learned “Turn! Turn! Turn!,” played on electric, and “Rolling Down to Old Maui,” rendered acoustically. He was hired by the Limeliters, met David Crosby in California and Joan Baez (“Virgin Mary”) in New York. He traveled to South America and was inspired to write what would become the bridge of “Chestnut Mare” while sitting on a cliff and eventually went to work for Bobby Darin in Las Vegas - McGuinn was there when Darin discovered Wayne Newton. This was all before McGuinn met Peter Fonda, which prompted “The Ballad of Easy Rider.”

McGuinn wrapped the first set with “I Wasn’t Born to Follow” and “Mr. Spaceman.” He opened set two the way he’d opened the gig, with the sounds of “So You Want to be a Rock ’n’ Roll Star” announcing his arrival and “Lover of the Bayou” following. And despite any wear and tear on his vocal cords, the McGuinn of 2023 is smoother than the raspy McGuinn of 1970’s (Untitled).

From here, McGuinn’s storytelling turned nonlinear as he talked about his friendship with Tom Petty (“King of the Hill”); touring Europe with him and Bob Dylan (a singalong “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”); and the shenanigans of Dylan’s Rolling Thunder trek. It was here that McGuinn got permission to record Joni Mitchell’s “Dreamland,” also performed, and was inspired to write “Jolly Roger” by the pirate-like nature of the cross-country escapade in a retrofitted Greyhound bus borrowed from Frank Zappa

McGuinn plucked the banjo on “Old Blue” and recalled working in the Brill Building and nicking the Beach Boys to write and record “Beach Ball” with the the City Surfers, featuring the Bee Gees on background vocals. He then went on to explain how the Byrds ripped off the Beatles not only in their name but by taking the latter’s idea of using folk chords in rock music and - sampling “I Want to Hold Your Hand” to demonstrate - as inspiration for creating folk-rock with songs like “The Water is Wide” and “You Showed Me.”

The Byrd was as enthusiastic as a small child with a new toy when he talked about reconnecting with Crosby and joining forces with Gene Clark, Michael Clarke and Chris Hillman; meeting the Beatles and the Stones in England; and serving as the opening act for Hoyt Axton, whose mother wrote the aforementioned “Heartbreak Hotel,” thus bringing the story full circle.

The set proper closed with McGuinn showing off his substantial lead-guitar chops on a lengthy acoustic rendering of “Eight Miles High,” before he walked off without a word. He walked back on without a word, preceded again by the telltale jangle, and performed “I’ll Feel a Whole Lot Better,” “She Don’t Care about Time” and “May the Road Rise to Meet You” while standing at the off-center mic.

Including parts or all of 30 songs in total, the set and its stories left even the most knowledgable McGuinn fans even more so. And no one left a stranger.

Grade card: Roger McGuinn at Midland Theatre - 8/22/23 - A-

8/23/23

#roger mcguinn #the byrds #2023 concerts #bob dylan #elvis presley #gene vincent #bob gibson #lead belly #pete seeger #the limeliters #david crosby #joan baez #bobby darin #wayne newton #peter fonda #joni mitchell #frank zappa #the beach boys #the bee gees #the beatles #the rolling stones #hoyt axton #gene clark #michael clarke #chris hillman

[getthebutters]

Anal Sex: Top 5 Concerns and How to Address Them - Blood, Pain, Looseness, Tightness, Endurance

Anal sex, like any sexual activity, can come with risks and concerns. While some individuals enjoy it as a regular part of their intimate routine, others might approach it with apprehension or fear. This article will address the top five concerns related to anal sex, offering solutions and advice to ensure that the experience is as safe and pleasurable as possible.

 1. Blood

Concern: One of the more alarming experiences during or after anal sex is the presence of blood. The lining of the rectum is very delicate, and small tears, known as anal fissures, can occur.

 How to address it:

 Go Slowly: If you're new to anal sex or haven't engaged in it for a while, take things slow. Starting with smaller objects, like fingers or small toys, can help prepare the body.

Use Lube: Lubrication is essential. Ensure you use plenty of high-quality lube to minimize friction.

Stop if it Hurts: If you experience pain, stop immediately. Pain is your body's way of indicating something isn't right.

 2. Pain

Concern: Pain is a common concern, especially for beginners.

 How to address it:

 Relax: Being tense can make the experience more painful. Engage in foreplay and communicate with your partner about what feels good and what doesn't.

Position Matters: Experiment with different positions to find out what is most comfortable.

Arnica: A natural solution to reduce inflammation and bruising. Avoid numbing the pain away. This is a necessary warning sign.

Embrace the Intensity: No matter what this will be an intense experience for you, which may make it feel painful. Embrace the fact that you have someone thundering through your hole. It’s an experience.

 3. Tightness - Patience is Key

Concern: The anal sphincter is a muscle, and like all muscles, it can be tight if not relaxed.

 How to address it:

 Warm-up: Start with something smaller, like a finger, and progressively increase the size as you become more comfortable.

Breathe: Deep, regular breaths can help relax the body.

Regular Practice: If anal play is something you're interested in, regular practice can help increase flexibility and comfort.

 Poppers: While not for everyone, this is a commonly used substance that can be used to make things go smoother. Learn more about Poppers here

4. Looseness - Body Adaptation

Concern: There's a myth that regular anal sex can lead to permanent stretching or "looseness."

 How to address it:

 Understanding the Body: The anal sphincter is quite elastic and can return to its original state after stretching. It's worth noting that the human body can stretch up to 7 inches wide without permanent damage.

Kegel Exercises: These exercises can strengthen the pelvic floor muscles, ensuring better control.

5. Endurance - It's a Muscle, After All!

Concern: Some may find that they can't sustain anal sex for as long as they'd like due to discomfort or fatigue.

 How to address it:

 Use More Lube: Over time, lubrication can wear off, increasing friction and discomfort. Reapplying can make things more comfortable.

Practice Makes Perfect: Like any muscle, the more you work it, the stronger and more enduring it becomes. If you wish to engage in longer sessions, gradually increase your playtime, ensuring you're always comfortable.

 Wrap up:

Like any sexual activity, anal sex requires communication, trust, and knowledge. By addressing these concerns, you can ensure that your experiences are both pleasurable and safe. Always remember to consult with a healthcare professional if you have concerns about your health or body.

[skin-care-news]

Easy Tips For Preventing Forehead Wrinkles

Forehead wrinkles, also known as "worry lines" or "expression lines," are a natural part of aging. As we grow older, our skin loses its elasticity and becomes more prone to fine lines and wrinkles. However, there are various preventive measures that can be incorporated into your daily routine to slow down the formation of forehead wrinkles and maintain a smoother, youthful appearance. In this article, we will discuss some easy and practical tips to help prevent forehead wrinkles and keep your skin looking radiant and healthy.

Stay Hydrated

Proper hydration is essential for maintaining healthy skin. Drinking an adequate amount of water throughout the day keeps your skin hydrated, plump, and less prone to fine lines. Dehydrated skin is more likely to show signs of aging, including forehead wrinkles. Aim to drink at least eight glasses of water daily and incorporate hydrating foods like fruits and vegetables into your diet.

Sun Protection

One of the leading causes of premature aging and wrinkles is sun exposure. Protecting your skin from overexposure to UV rays is crucial in preventing forehead wrinkles. Always wear mineral-based sunscreen with an SPF of at least 30, even on cloudy days. Additionally, consider wearing a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses to shield your forehead and face from direct sunlight.

Use Moisturizers and Serums

Regularly applying moisturizers and serums can keep your skin nourished and improve its elasticity. Look for products containing ingredients such as hyaluronic acid, granactive retinoid, vitamin C, and antioxidants, as they can help minimize the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles. Apply these products in the morning and evening as part of your skincare routine.

Adopt a Gentle Cleansing Routine

Harsh cleansers can strip your skin of its natural oils and disrupt its moisture barrier. Choose a mild and gentle cleanser that suits your skin type, and avoid excessive scrubbing, especially around the forehead area. A gentle cleansing routine helps maintain skin integrity and reduces the likelihood of developing forehead wrinkles.

Facial Exercises

Engaging in regular facial exercises can help strengthen the muscles in your forehead and reduce the appearance of wrinkles. One effective exercise involves placing your index and middle fingers above your eyebrows and pulling down gently while trying to raise your eyebrows. Hold for a few seconds and repeat several times. These exercises can help improve blood circulation and maintain muscle tone.

Get Sufficient Sleep

A lack of sleep can lead to the breakdown of collagen and elastin in the skin, accelerating the formation of wrinkles. Strive for 7-9 hours of quality sleep every night to give your skin ample time to repair and rejuvenate.

Avoid Smoking and Limit Alcohol Intake

Smoking damages collagen and elastin, leading to premature aging and wrinkles. Similarly, excessive alcohol consumption can dehydrate the skin and rob it of essential nutrients. Quit smoking if you are a smoker and limit alcohol intake to preserve your skin's health and youthful appearance.

Use Silk or Satin Pillowcases

Cotton pillowcases can cause friction and lead to sleep lines and wrinkles on your forehead. Switching to silk or satin pillowcases reduces friction and helps prevent the formation of these lines while also being gentler on your skin.

Practice Stress Management

Chronic stress can accelerate the aging process, including the formation of forehead wrinkles. Practice stress-reducing techniques such as meditation, yoga, deep breathing, or engaging in hobbies to promote overall well-being and healthy skin.

Taking care of your skin and adopting a proactive approach to prevent forehead wrinkles doesn't have to be complicated. By incorporating these easy tips into your daily routine, you can help preserve the youthful appearance of your skin and maintain a smoother, wrinkle-free forehead for years to come. Remember, prevention is key, so start implementing these practices early to enjoy long-term benefits for your skin's health and appearance.

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[kaydencynical]

What is a Man's Wig Called?

If you've ever wondered about men's hair solutions, you might have come across various options. One such option gaining popularity is the "hair wig for men." Yes, you heard that right! Wigs are not just for women; men have their versions too, designed to cater specifically to male needs.

Understanding the Male Wig

Transitioning to a new look or dealing with hair loss can be challenging for anyone, regardless of gender. Wigs provide an easy and convenient solution to transform one's appearance or cover baldness. But what is a man's wig called? The answer is straightforward; it is merely called a "men's wig." These wigs are specially crafted to suit men's various styles and preferences, making them feel confident and stylish.

The Appeal of Men's Wigs

In recent years, there has been a significant shift in attitudes towards grooming and personal appearance for men. As societal norms evolve, men embrace their desire to look and feel their best. This changing perspective has led to an increase in the demand for men's wigs. They offer a chance for men to experiment with different hairstyles without the commitment of a haircut.

The Versatility of Men's Wigs

What sets men's wigs apart from traditional hairpieces is their versatility. They are available in various styles, lengths, and colors, allowing men to find the perfect fit for their personalities and preferences. Whether someone wants a short and sleek look or prefers a longer, flowing hairstyle, there's a wig for every taste.

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Moreover, men's wigs are crafted using high-quality materials that resemble natural hair, ensuring a realistic appearance. In addition, the construction of these wigs ensures they stay securely in place, even during physical activities, providing utmost confidence to the wearer.

Addressing Hair Loss with Men's Wigs

Hair loss is a common concern among men, affecting self-esteem and confidence. Men's wigs offer an effective solution for hair thinning or baldness. Furthermore, wearing a wig allows individuals to regain their desired look and embrace a full head of hair without needing surgical procedures or topical treatments.

Finding the Perfect Men's Wig in Gomti Nagar

If you're searching for the ideal hair wig for men Gomti Nagar, you're in luck! Gomti Nagar boasts many stores and hair specialists catering to men's grooming needs. Whether you prefer a physical store for personalized guidance or an online shop for convenient shopping, you'll find plenty of options.

Sum up

The demand for men's wigs is increasing as they provide a simple and effective way to experiment with their hairstyles or address hair loss concerns. With their versatility and natural appearance, men's wigs have become a go-to solution for modern-day grooming.

So, if you're ready to transform your look or combat hair loss, don't hesitate to explore the diverse world of men's wigs in Gomti Nagar!

Remember, embracing a new hairstyle can be an exciting journey, and men's wigs are here to make that transition smoother than ever!

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[fleckcmscott]

The Move

Summary: Arthur and Y/N ready themselves - and their belongings - for what comes next.

Words: 2,648

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This is a story that came to me on the drive home from a recent trip with my husband. I hope you all enjoy it! Special thanks to @jokerownsmysoul​ for beta-reading! 💜

In his dreams, Arthur was the ideal suitor.

Flirting came naturally. He reserved private tables at romantic restaurants, the ones with candlelight and strolling violinists. He picked up the tab with confidence, slipped an impressive tip in the check presenter. After wining and dining, he escorted his date back to her building, extoled how beautiful she was without retches of laughter. Words smooth and kisses smoother, he stole promises he'd see her again the next night.

Now that'd he'd see Y/N on the daily, he could inch towards that aspiration. Move a little closer to the man he was supposed to be. Learn to infer what she wanted with a glance rather than ask what she meant (or guess and hope he was right).

The last pair of stretched-out white briefs flew in the 18" x 18" box. Letting out a long breath, he slumped on the sofa, put his arm along the back and finished his instant iced tea. He surveyed 8J, the checked wallpaper, the paintings, Penny's silk flowers with wire stems - poverty's notion of class. It was only after his mother had gone to Endsbury Place that he'd sampled respite, that this apartment had become his. In his soul, he was a provider. He would have liked providing Y/N with this home. But without Penny here, he could no longer afford the rent, the catchiest of Catch-22s.

All plush carpets and light and windows that didn't stick, he had to admit Y/N's apartment was better. No long-forgotten ghosts of neglect haunted its corners, the electricity never went out. There was too much here that didn't belong to him, anyway. Like a boy in school forced to wear a dunce cap, he'd been restricted to the back corner, with the air conditioner and vent stack. Out of the way, never a disturbance. A life to go sight unseen.

And now his life was changing irrevocably, a giant leap for Arthur-kind, when up until then what he'd managed was a shuffle to the left.

He'd have to update his address at the bank and BMV, give Gary and Dr. Ludlow his new phone number, switch his prescriptions from Helms to Groves. Monitor his nail biting, adjust to pants no longer being optional, stop talking to himself at all hours in funny voices. A trickle of fear knotted his ribs. What if he slipped and she saw the worst of him?

What if he didn't like living with her?

A good dose of jitters pricked his fingers, an unexpected stage fright. They trembled when he grabbed his journal from the coffee table. The happiness slanted all over the pages felt as if it'd been written by someone else. "Moving boxes were $2.00 each. Bags at the store are free." "I move in with MY GIRLFRIEND next week!!!" "I was brushing my teeth when Y/N came in the bathroom. She didnt knock. She kissed me and said she looked forward to watching me do that more offten. She was so sweet. I made her late for work."

A couples counselor had been a guest on Gotham Today last weekend, promoting his book and dolling out advice. According to him, relationships got into trouble because men and women were from two different galaxies. They spoke different languages, expressed affection in ways the opposite sex couldn't comprehend, had barely matched desires and goals. None of it had made any sense to Arthur. Often it felt as if he and Y/N were the only ones on the same planet.

He traced the scraggly happy face in the margin. Maybe it'd be as easy as the movies promised. Sure, there was no way she'd allow him to smoke inside, but he'd mastered sticking his arm through the fire escape door to savor nicotine on cold winter nights. (And not having yellow film cling to every surface was nice.) They knew each other well. Loved one another. It had to work.

On that thought, he stuck his notebook in the nearest bag and hastened to the kitchen to make a much-needed phone call.

~~~~~

Y/N set Arthur's bags on the floor and shrugged out of her coat. She hung it on the usual peg, then kicked off her kitten heels and put her hand on her hip. She tipped her head down and towards him, an expectant smile on her face. "Come in, Arthur."

Arthur parked the moving dolly diagonally across from the kitchen entrance, steadied the cookbooks and LPs on top with a hovering hand. With a slowness she wasn't sure was deliberate, he peeled off his tan jacket. A muttered oh yeah and he dug out his keys. They clanked in the ceramic dish on the counter.

The light on the Phonesitter answering machine blinked a bright red. She pressed the playback button, paying no mind that he was right behind her. After all, they'd hear each other's messages now.

His baritone rasped from the tape, stating he was almost done and to come over whenever. She made a soft sound. If only she'd checked her messages at lunch instead of working through it, she might have seen him before 5:47 PM.

Then Mabel's voice came on the recording, her sister's slight Missouri accent thickened by astonishment. "Y/N." Whenever her name was a complete sentence, her sister was about to enter Serious Business territory. "If you're going to put this guy's name in your greeting, I need to talk to him. Call me!"

"She'll keep until Friday," Y/N said, resting on the counter. "I ordered Chinese before I left work. It should be here any minute." Front teeth pressed into her lower lip, she slid on her nylons to stand beside him and opened the drawer to the right of the sink. "Matt said I've been grinning all day. Patricia tried to pester me with the latest motions from the Wayne case. But nothing - nothing - could stop how happy you make me." She held the wine opener out to him.

Firm but chaste, Arthur's mouth collided with hers, passion and something severe she couldn't quite identify teasing at the edges. His swiftness startled her into dropping the corker. It clattered to the floor. A fuzzy delight filled her every pore. She squeezed his middle, licked the corners of his lips, pressed herself into the lean musculature of his slender physique. "I love you," she said, closing her eyes.

A low hiccup as he cradled the back of her head. He pecked her forehead, the apples of both cheeks. "Good. I love you, too."

~~~~~

"Where should we put these?" Y/N asked from where she knelt on the bedroom floor, makeup brushes in one hand, pots of greasepaint in another.

Standing at the bureau on her side of the bed, Arthur eyed the bag at her side. His spoon scraped his cardboard oyster pail. He shoveled another heap of pork fried rice into his mouth. "Just leave them with my wig. They can go in there." His elbow indicated the closet.

Before complying, she couldn't stop herself from nosing around his prop bag. There were modelling balloons, a classic magic wand, an extra pair of shoelaces. The record of children's songs made her giggle, its track list a reminder of when she'd mooed and baaed and ee-i-ee-i-ohed. Then she pulled out his flower flecked shirt, yellow vest, and patched brown trousers. "These deserve to be hung up," she said, holding them against herself for size.

His response was to rub the nape of his neck.

They'd gotten through a third of his belongings in the last couple hours. Though she asked for his input on where he wanted them all, he'd demurred to her again and again. Fear of having an opinion was a side of him she hadn't seen. The sixth time it'd irked her. The ninth it'd softened her heart.

When she'd moved in with her ex-husband, she'd adapted to his routine of work, law school, and more work. Adapting had been easy because she hadn't yet become herself. At seventeen and only having lived with her parents, she'd known three things: college started in the fall, she could use further tips from her mother on keeping house. And she wanted her marriage and settling down to work, as it seemed to for everyone else.

Yet, her mind had carved pathways of worry. What if the raven whiskers Jeff left in the sink stopped being sweet traces and started to annoy? What would he think about seeing her floss, hunched over the sink and drooling? Though they'd regularly had sex by that point, they'd never spent the night together. Doing so would've started gossip - he'd wanted to spare her that. What if she couldn't get used to sleeping beside someone?

The ensuing months of wedded bliss and years of matrimonial misfortune had provided enough practice to waylay current ruminations. Arthur had borne witness to dried saliva on her pillow and still hugged her at the hip. Sleeping next to him was a pleasure more comforting than she'd remembered it could be. Any nerves were paired with the excitement of promise, a promise both new and right. Butterflies tickled her insides, like when she'd wake to his scent tangled in her sheets. Doubt and insecurity were bad testimony, to be expunged and forgotten.

But her elation at living together had blinded her to how challenging this might be for him. A man who'd never left home.

Using the corner chair as leverage, she stood and hung Carnival's splashy hues on the closet rod. Next to her ruffled blouses and neutral blazers, they looked out of place. She moved her burgundy skirt four spaces to the right, until the crimplene brushed his plaid jacket.

"We don't have to unpack everything tonight. When I got here, it took me about a week to find my umbrella." She shook pins and needles out of her right foot. "Where do you want to work on your act?"

"The dining table. That's what I did at home. I mean- back on Anderson." A forceful sigh as he dropped to the foot of the bed. "Why did you change your message? Before I was here?"

"Because I knew you wouldn't change your mind."

Unspoken hesitations gaped his thin lips. One question settled in the deep lines of his crow's feet: but what if you had?

​She perched on his knee, slung an arm about his neck. "When I made coffee this morning, I almost forgot the milk. All I could think about was how much better it tastes when you're with me."

"What if I screw up and annoy you?"

"We'll screw up and annoy each other. You're a wonderful boyfriend. You'll be wonderful at this, too. You know, it's funny. I didn't want to live anyone again. I was afraid to lose the life I'd built for myself here." Before Gotham, she'd tried to build two and failed at both. Pecking his hairline, she swept a curl from his forehead. "But you cured me of that. I want to build together. Pass me a brick?"

He pressed a kiss just below her thumb, turned to lay his cheek in her palm. After a few moments, understanding lit his eyes. A half-smile quirked. "There are just a couple small things."

She unbuttoned his collar, ran the back of her fingers along the cords of his neck. His pulse thudded beneath her knuckles. "Tell me."

Leaning back on his hands, he said, "I want to put our mugs by the coffee machine. And I keep my cigarettes next to the phone."

~~~~~

It took seventeen seconds for hot water to reach Y/N's kitchen faucet. The bedroom door squeaked if vegetable oil wasn't rubbed on the hinges once a month. She preferred the heat set to seventy-two degrees. He knew all of this.

Now that he lived here? The lines of her apartment were at once a familiar sidewalk and a foreign desert, its dunes the rabbit ears he had to adjust to get NCB, the sofa where his mouth had first made love to her.

The pendulum of his heart needed to stay at twelve. The switches from gladness to concern to what the fuck do I think I'm doing were getting harder to endure. He longed for his soul to quiet and come home here, as they'd planned, as he'd journaled and dreamed of and expected.

His prescriptions sat next to her cosmetics in the bathroom, as normal as Aspirin. His humble VHS collection of public domain movies was piled on the middle shelf of the TV stand. She'd emptied two drawers of her dresser for his underwear, socks, and cardigans. Her alluring nighties resided beneath.

She'd whipped his green blanket, chintzy and cheap but unwashed and smelling of 8J, on top of her floral comforter. He'd helped her make the bed - the bed they currently lay in - tucked dark green sheets under the corners, the same sheets he'd chosen at Donahue's last weekend. The shopping trip had been one anticipatory blur that'd ended with cocoa at a diner and no sleep.

The shadows that usually cast themselves across his psyche should have stayed at bay. But his sternum ached at all the changes. Tossing and turning, he forced himself to his back and tried not to carry on. Being blissfully alive would never feel natural, he figured. Might as well be quiet about it and not disturb her.

Y/N shifted towards him and put her head on his shoulder. "How are we doing?"

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to keep you up." He scoffed. A sniffle and a prayer he'd be able to stymie the water in his eyes, stop his nose from running. "I'm not used to this."

"I should've invited you to my bed more often."

"No," he said, more stricken than intended. Teasing wasn't what he needed, not now.

Fingertips caressed his belly, an easy back and forth on tautened sinews. Her pinky dipped into his navel. "Help me understand?"

The desire to get this right bottled his breath in his chest. "I've never had my own shampoo. My mother and I always shared it. Our towels were from wherever she worked. We used the same sheets. My clothes didn't go in her closet - I never thought to ask. I had my hangers in the living room. That's how it always was. And here you- you're making me chose everything and giving up space for me. It feels strange." He put his arm over his eyes in a last-ditch attempt at hiding his absurdity. "I dunno. I'm just glad you're letting me stay."

Her nightgown brushed his bicep, the sheet fell away as she sat. "I'm not letting you stay. We made this decision together. This is as much your place as it is mine." The shake of her head was audible in her stubborn delivery. From anyone else, he would have felt scolded. Before he could tell her to forget it and go to sleep, she lay across him, her weight a reminder, a preview of the future they were stepping into. She pulled his forearm from his face. "And I'm not giving anything up. I'm gaining you."

A trickle of orange light snuck between the window shades behind the bed. She looked determined, the way she did whenever she believed he was wrong about himself and set out to correct him. He smiled. He had a sudden urge to kiss her, but a queer sort of shyness overcame him. Instead, he pulled her to lie beside him, guided her to turn around, an arm about her waist. Her lips brushed the back of his hand, her bottom nestled against him. His grip on her tightened.

That he could be something to gain was a drop of water in swirling sands.

~~~~~

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[wellnessplus]

A Lifesaver for My Dry, Damaged Hair: A Review of Kerassentials Deliverable

I've always considered myself to have fairly low-maintenance hair. A quick wash and a bit of conditioner every few days, and I was good to go. However, after years of styling with heat and occasional colour treatments, my once healthy locks were starting to show their wear and tear. They became dry, brittle, and prone to breakage.

In Search of a Solution

I knew I needed to find a product that could help me restore my hair's health and shine. I tried a variety of over-the-counter shampoos and conditioners, but nothing seemed to make a significant difference. Then, I came across Kerassentials Deliverable. The product's focus on natural ingredients and its emphasis on hair health really appealed to me.

First Impressions

Kerassentials Deliverable arrived in a sleek and stylish package. The instructions were clear and concise, and the product itself had a pleasant, spa-like scent. I was immediately impressed by the high-quality feel of the product.

Putting it to the Test

I started using Kerassentials Deliverable as directed, incorporating it into my regular hair washing routine. From the very first use, I noticed a difference. My hair felt softer and smoother, and it seemed to have more elasticity. After a few weeks of consistent use, the results were even more remarkable. My hair was visibly healthier, with a noticeable reduction in frizz and breakage. It also had a beautiful, natural shine that I hadn't seen in years.

More Than Just Shine

What I truly appreciated about Kerassentials Deliverable was that it didn't just make my hair look good, it also felt healthier. My scalp felt less irritated, and I experienced significantly less hair loss in the shower. This led me to believe that the product was not just masking the damage but actually helping to repair my hair from the inside out.

A Part of My Routine

Kerassentials Deliverable has become an indispensable part of my hair care routine. It's a product that I genuinely look forward to using, and I always see fantastic results. I would highly recommend this product to anyone who is looking to improve the health and appearance of their hair. Whether you have dry, damaged hair like I did, or simply want to maintain your hair's natural beauty, Kerassentials Deliverable is a product that can truly make a difference.

Overall Satisfaction

In conclusion, I am incredibly satisfied with Kerassentials Deliverable. It's a high-quality product that delivers on its promises. If you're looking for a way to restore your hair's health and shine, I highly recommend giving Kerassentials Deliverable a try. tunesharemore_vert

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