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sm-baby · 2 years

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Water Falls

QUICK POSEIDON FICLET BECAUSE I WANNA SHOW YALL HOW THE MAN IS DOIN IN PRESENT DAY-- I am going to draw this and I'm making it yall's problem

Word count: 1,392 words 7,371 characters

I made this in under like 3 hours don't expect things to make sense, BYYEEE (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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“ You say that your work life and private life are different?”

“ Marcus and Poseidon are two separate people to me. But ultimately I don't mind! We all make personas with different people and situations we interact with, It's part of maturing! I've been Poseidon for as long as I remember.”

“ And when was the last time you were Marcus?”

“ Well … I'm Marcus when I'm around… The Queen? “

“ Shouldn't you be Poseidon with The Queen?”

“ I mean yes, she is technically work, but… I still want to form a personal connection with her, you know? I don't blame myself for that. “

“ You want to be Marcus, but you also have to be Poseidon?”

“ I guess? “

“ Interesting. But I'm more so asking when was the last time you were only Marcus? When was the last time you told somebody your deepest secrets, someone you allowed yourself to be vulnerable to?”

“ Only my uncle, honestly. I think no matter how hard I try to be Poseidon with him, I just can't help but be Marcus. ”

“ And how often do you see him?”

“ … Once a month. “

With that, the therapist scribbled down notes on his pad. At the end of the 50 minutes the doctor provided his blue patient with an assignment: During days when he is not needed at work, he should spend time by himself in his own home.

Poseidon frowned at the idea. He didn't like the thought of losing the various luxuries being a coven head gave. The riches, the servants, all the materials he can have to build and plan out anything that he wanted--...

Though, maybe he had not minded that last part as much. Admittedly inventing had not been as fun as it used to be as a child.

He and his therapist had spoken about this lightly in a session already. With-- all of his ideas having to go through certain qualifications, approvals, meetings, and him having to prove why this invention should exist, it tired him. He didn't look forward to the blueprints as much as he did making little scribbles as a child. Sometimes he just wanted to create something without having to justify why. Sometimes he just wanted to play.

When your most beloved thing turns into your profession, there's a part of you that will lose sight of why you wanted to commit to it in the first place. Poseidon had noticed it when he disassociated in a meeting about a project that could help the masses. An invention was being pitched to him and he couldn't care less.

What Poseidon disliked the most about the assignment is that-- in order to feel more of Marcus, he had to leave behind everything work related to, work.

And by that, it meant that he had to leave his underwater base, and go back home.

Poseidon looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing the clothes of the average blue coven witch, with a warm coat on top. The base was to be closed for a couple of days and non-essential servants were sent home until Poseidon was back.

With a carriage of his belongings for the weekend, Poseidon left the underwater base through a tunnel and a horse with his horseshoes.

The Poseidon base had become his home ever since he was given the rank of a coven head. He'd consider it more home than the house he neglected back in his old village. It was a different house from his uncle; a house that he had gotten himself once he was independent enough to leave home. He would send servants to clean it every other month so it wouldn't look like it was abandoned, but he hadn't seen it for almost a century.

It was so much less native than his uncle's but it was far from his rich life as a coven head. In the base, he'd eat plentiful food almost every day. On days when he's not pompously seated at a table where servants awaited him, he'd feed in his room away from the eyes of everyone else.

It was almost like a completely new town to him. All the people that he remembered at that point had died. The village itself has gone through plenty of renovations, he was surprised that it wasn’t populated enough to be considered a city! So many things happened at the span of two centuries..

Even the market place was crowded. It was so much more filled than he remembered. Asking the butcher for chicken and having him weigh it before paying was strange to Poseidon. He had not done that in the longest time, but… in a way it was homey. It came naturally to him.

He had been doing things like this as a child when his uncle sent him to do chores. He couldn’t help but stop his tracks at a fruit stand as he remembered it being his favorite thing to get. The feeling of an apple that he could almost immediately snack on, was infinitely more pleasant to touch than raw meat.

The man scanned the stand blankly trying to come off as just another patron picking up fruit, but in his head memories were flowing in. The nice stranger that managed the stand was no longer the one running it. Rather, it was a young woman in charge. The stand looked the same sans a couple upgrades, and it had a name at the top. If he had to guess, she must have been a descendant who carried out the family business.

He didn’t know how to feel about that. He was happy that the owner found the the business successful enough to pass it down to more generations, but it only reminded him how almost everything can change. There was nothing to remember fondly as everything was different

Poseidon opened the door to the house. The curtains were closed and everything was dark.

The light from the door frame was the only thing illuminating the room; his shadow stood as still as he did. He was afraid to step into the darkness though he knew that was the thing he came here for. He could almost hear the gossip from the other witches there. Someone finally came to inhabit the house. The house where a cleaning crew was sent to every month or so.

They stared at him as he close the door.

The old resident placed the groceries down on the old dusty dining table. He chuckled grimly. He’s come to a realization that he has to clean the place himself. That would take more than a day but he felt that it would be an experience worth writing about.

Lights now turned on, coat sprailed on the couch, his blue sleeves were rolled up to his elbow as he washed his hands before preparing the chicken. He remembered making dinner with his uncle when he was a young boy. He remembered how lonely it was to do it on his own the first time he moved out. Now he was a man with plenty more experience and years of wisdom, and yet he somehow felt as lonely as he did back then.

Looking up after using the sink, Marcus realized… he hasn’t… smiled… ever since he came back.

Is this what Marcus was like..?

He leaned on the counter down to his elbows as his hands covered his face. This was how Marcus was like, wasn’t it… he remembered why he wasn’t him all that often. He remembered why he put off coming here for the longest time.

The fact that he wasn’t smiling wasn’t the thing that itched at him. One could argue that he wasn’t smiling because he was simply unhappy but that wasn’t the case.

The reason why he wasn’t smiling was because he had no one else to fake it to. And now in the mirror, seeing how unhappy he was, he couldn’t help but feel the most himself in what he saw.

That was Marcus.

That was who he was running from.

Marcus felt like he knew it for the longest time, but it was always at the back of his head. He was lonely. And nothing else could distract him from that.

#Water falls #Poseidon #writing #fuckingggg Poseidon in a trenchcoat pog pog pog

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deldeldel90 · 1 year

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Frederick always paid interest in his mother’s dresses. He just thought they looked pretty, long and swishy and, in general, cool. He liked the different patterns and lengths, if they were frilly or smooth, the different colors and looks and materials. It got him thinking, wondering, maybe even dreaming —

But,

Boys couldn’t like dresses, it was wrong and abnormal and feminine (what was so bad about that, anyway?), so he stayed in his uncomfortable, bland pants and didn’t talk about dresses or skirts anymore.

It’d been a long time since he was a kid, believing whatever his father told him. His father, the man who used to hold his strings and toss him around like a ragdoll, isn't even the king anymore — barely anymore than a distant memory that becomes a discussion in how his upbringing affects him today.

He's nothing to Frederick, really. He's grown from that. He's healed, mostly, gotten help and attended groups and whatnot.

It’s absurd, he knows, that his hands are shaking, trembling, from him just holding up the skirt. All because of words he'd heard from when he was seven, phrases that stain the dreams — a tailor, a knitter, a dressmaker — he used to have.

I won't let you control my future, he tells the King, his father — Mister Leland, with the same vomit-colored hair as Fredrick, the same blood but he supposed that wasn't enough to be decent.

It feels nice to wear a skirt. Something about it makes him inexplicably happy; it's a long skirt, going down to his ankles, the kind he sees described in fairytales. Long and practical.

And, yes, he does twirl around a fair amount, feeling like a rock was just lifted off him, making him elated and light and free.

This is his future… their future, him and Gwen's and his mom's and his brothers and Gwen's siblings and their kingdoms and, and—

They're going to make this out alive. They're going to rebuild and replant and make more libraries because books are great and, sometimes, books are enough.

Enough.

Just like Gwen is. Well, actually, she's more than enough. Describing Gwen is like trying to tell somebody what the stars look like.

The stars shimmer and burn and are apart of a world so far away, a world you long to touch and be with. You watch the stars dance every night, form constellations, and fall from their place.

The stars stay twinkling in the sky, there every last time — always present, always there and comforting — when you watch them. Billions upon billions of them, shining and living and dying. So interesting, mysterious. Effortlessly loved.

A friend, a protector, maybe, within the darkness. The night is smiling back at you with its stars, glinting with joy, watching over everybody else, keeping them safe, just as you watch them in wonder.

As long as the stars shined, you knew you'd be okay. Those stars would cradle you to sleep and sing lullabies in the form of wind shaking tree leaves, the night only going to bed when you were awoken by the new day.

But, you don't know how to explain all that. So, you say that the stars are bright instead.

That was like him with Gwen. He could put it into words — make whole essays about her, even write corny poetry, and drabbles. But he couldn't whenever he saw her.

It was like he was left breathless, wordless, in love.

And that was why he was unsure about this, going on a date dressed as he is.

He knows she won't judge him. She's too kind, too sweet, for that but even the idea she might dislike this makes him sick to his stomach.

He likes her.

He really, really likes her and he doesn't wanna screw this up again, especially after the tide has just calmed down.

Frederick takes a few moments to reason with himself, which turned into about ten minutes and with five minutes to get to his date.

Without a second thought, he rushes out the door. He can't be late, he knows, going as fast as he can to get to her — to be with her at last.

(It feels like an eternity since he's held her hand… and that was only five hours ago.)

He’s still nervous when he meets Gwen’s eyes — her eyes that shine with light and hold so much kindness Frederick wonders how he could’ve ever missed it before — and it only increases when he sees a change in her expression.

Her eyes shine with mirth, her sharp teeth flashing with her smile.

Is this… is this a joke?

Frederick's heart skipped a beat. Or several. "Um." He pulled at his sleeve, his posture slightly hunched over. He stood up straighter when Gwen came closer.

"Frederick…" there's a moment of uncertainty in her expression, as if she doesn't know what she's saying.

He waits, braces, for her to tell him he's weird for this. Tell him he should go change before they continue.

But she doesn't. Her words sound honest when she speaks, as if she's telling the truth.

"You're stunning."

The world stops for a moment. Halts.

It's just them, together, as it should be (as it was meant to be). Their history is all there is. He can feel a thank you rising up his throat but it doesn't come out.

He can't think. Can't focus enough to speak.

Frederick bites down on his tongue, as she moves closer.

I love you, he wants to say.

I love you, he needs to say.

Gwendolyn’s hands fell to his waist. She smoothed out the wrinkles in his skirt absentmindedly, humming to herself, lost in thought. Her smile is soft, dark lips spread wide with a sharp edge, unbashful and accepting. Loving, even.

Frederick — well, he probably doesn’t deserve this. Any of this, really, but he can’t bring himself to loathe this situation. In his mind, there’s no rambling thoughts, no worries, no comparisons or doubts — it’s just Gwen and the quietness.

She pulls him closer, gets on the tips of her toes and presses a kiss, light and feathery and tasting like sweet honey, against his lips. I love you, Frederick kissed back, the weight of his silent words not yet hitting him. It was just the truth, the basic fact of life, almost seeming mundane, an average part of himself.

Frederick fiddled with the frill of her dress, gripping her hips as she ran her fingers through his hair. Together, in this moment, they stand and together, with some luck and wishing on every shooting star, they will fall, one day — and Fredrick is more than alright with that.

Underneath the moonlight, they embrace, becoming one, becoming nothing but each other’s.

(The stars are bright and Gwen is beautiful.)

#cursed princess club #cross posted on ao3 #cpc gwen #cpc oneshot #cpc frederick

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delicris · 8 months

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school vent post MWAH

anywaysss... basically, i'm in my final year of "high school" (in quotation marks because i could go on for hours about the czech school system and how it's different from the rest, but no one needs to listen to all that, so i'm calling it high school just so you get the broad idea of where i'm at in my studies) and we choose four seminars and then we take a school-leaving exam based on those chosen seminars. czech is mandatory, then you choose between maths and a second language and the rest of the four are completely up to you. for those i chose biology and geography... i've just gotten home from my first geography lesson and there's... so. much.

but there's already so much to cover in that bio seminar, people always advise you to NOT take it, if you don't want to study biology, or you don't need it for an entrance exam to uni, but i DO need it, so i had to choose it. and i love geo and i'm not much interested in any of the other seminars, so obviously i chose geo as the second one, but i had no fucking idea it would be just as bad, if not fucking worse

we have to teach three lessons in the entire year, which isn't even a full year, and you have to make three different forty-minute presentations to base the lessons of... for bio, you only do this ONCE.

there are obviously tests on the orientation on the map, but there are sometimes over 200 places you have to learn, sixteen of which are actually on the test. and you get eighteen of these tests in total, but each time it's a different set of places

and then there are the exams from the stuff your classmates have had presentations on + the geo basics, which make up five topics that are covered in these exams, but that's a shit ton of materials to learn for a single fucking exam you take several times in that one year

AND I DON'T EVEN NEED GEOGRAPHY FOR UNI, YES IT DOES TIE INTO BIO, BUT I. DON'T. NEED IT.

and i forgot the tests on orientation in media, where you're quizzed on the news of the week. every week. i hate the news, i hate keeping up with it, i find it so fucking boring etc etc

but that isn't all... i'm so fucking stupid that i decided to take up sing language because it's a program from our school, so i don't have to commute somewhere, i just go into a different building, BUT THAT'S TWO MORE CLASSES, WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA??

+ i tutor every week, i'm trying to finish getting my driver's licence and i need to start going to the gym to prepare for my entrance exam to uni because they test your physical abilities as well...

maybe this sounds pretty tame to someone, but i've always had a lot of free time to just sit down and do whatever i wanted and now i've been thrown into this whirlwind and i don't know what to do, i've never had to consider my timetable to make plans, i've always had enough time to study and prepare for any exam, but still get an opportunity to just exist... but i feel like i won't be able to have that now and i don't think i'll handle it well

every teacher expects us to always be prepared, to care about their subject, to make time to learn it all and manage all this, but i just... i know i won't be able to, i know that at some point it'll get bad because i don't fucking know how to organize shit, how to be productive, social and mindful of my needs while staying fucking sane

this will be a hell of a year and i can't wait for it to be over already

#vent post #mine *chomps*#school ranting crumbs #<- that's my tag for me talking about school feel free to block it #i forgot i had it but now that i've been reminded i'll make sure to use it

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booksandchainmail · 1 year

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Pale 6.5

“This world tells me I should behave… “Cold and shaking, I feel brave… brave…

I can see why this is on a playlist Lucy made

The first was a lantern. The second was a bracelet, or a bangle.

I read ahead through Verona's description of the bracelet, but based on Verona's comments there I'm thinking of the lantern as creating a space that is Lucy's, similar to the glamour Guilherme showed her. Radiating out her own territory rather than a realm.

“Keep in mind, Ronnie,” Avery said,

is this the first time Avery has called Verona by her nickname?

“I was lost and scarcely found… “I was home but hardly ’round… “I was free yet tightly bound…

Avery, Verona, and Lucy?

“Scissors?” Avery asked. Verona reached into her collar and pulled out the scissors. She put them on the table. “As a material.”

using her own awakening item as part of Lucy's implement? There's a hell of a lot of meaning there. Or if both Verona and Avery put something of themselves into it, binding all three of them tighter together.

“And using your thing. And Lucy gets something from each of us, that helps her be her.”

yeah. I love this! building the manifestation of how you present yourself to the world out of gifts from your friends...

“But it’s symbolic, and I like the idea of using our stuff to make something for her,” Verona said.

i also like this 😍

Avery held back from saying ‘drop a demesne on it’. Which would have been really unwise.

lol

"Okay, what happens if I don’t engage? What if I walked out of the classroom now, went to my office, and took a nap? Anyone?”

push him to engage? either be setting consequences if he doesn't or a reward if he does. A situation where you can afford to walk away, but the other person can't. In this case, having Bristow ready to take over the class if Alexander leaves might work?

“Being bold and clear counts for something,” Alexander said, twinkle in his eye. “What about our three wild practitioners, hm?” “Why do they get counted together?”

because they come as a unit, do not separate. More seriously, they're more closely allied then basically anyone here, aside from maybe some siblings. And I don't think anyone else awoke together, which means they're tied together as far as the spirits are concerned. Lastly, they have shared interests (keeping Kennet safe and hidden) that no one else in the school does. And if we're counting them as a unit, they have more questions answered than anyone else.

“But Fernanda?” Verona asked, crowding Avery. “Fuck off, Verona.”

sorry Avery, but this is entirely fair payback for the thing with Jeremy

“Sure,” Verona said. She seemed to get less emotional as she talked.

ah. that is a bad sign for Verona. Dissociating?

“Seems like Durocher is a bit pleased with you three, Alexander finds you amusing, and Raymond likes you in his odd way,” Nicolette said. “Some of the more ambitious students might pick up on it, if you keep going this route.”

you are going to get a good grade in school, which is normal to want and possible to achieve

She’d had some nightmares, long enough ago she couldn’t remember the particulars, but it had been something like her finally trying to reach out to classmates and get outside her bubble, and they’d just ignored her, and things had gotten darker and more and more like she was drowning with every attempt.

... this seems like it could lead to someone becoming Other

“This isn’t your television shows from the United States, kid. You don’t get a lawyer just like that.”

... I actually don't know how Canadian law works, but I think he has to at least get a phone call?

Certainty, that there was a way things were supposed to be. Rules that were supposed to be followed, an order to the world. Do this, get rewarded. Do that, get punished. It was a betrayal of that certainty to that fear. It was a feeling of loss, the whole world draining away with what was being lost.

I'm thinking of some of the things Lucy said about Paul and how he shattered her belief that the world worked out for people.

She looked the other way, following his gaze, and saw Brie on the ground. Two of the children from the Hungry choir stood next to her. And beside her, a large glass was on the ground, the contents spilled across the floor, across chalk lines. Shellie Alitzer stood in the doorway, expression blank, silver all over her body glittering.

FUCK. i thought this was going too smoothly, but this is worse than I was thinking

“Don’t,” Brie said, quiet. She reached out and touched the kid. “Back.” The kid flickered and disappeared.

that's neat though

“I don’t know her enough to say,” Lucy said, quiet. “But I do know that sometimes it’s more about proving to yourself that you can count on someone. Even if that means making herself that someone for her cousin.”

thinking about paul again

Avery watched as Nicolette’s wariness gave way to a series of emotions. Eyebrows up, eyes widening. Then eyebrows down, tongue wetting her lips, eyes focused on something, like she was deep in thought. Concern.

hmmm, Nicolette does seem like a good place to get a coup in on Alexander, since she hates him and is actively having a scheduling war

“Then what is?” Avery asked. “There’s so much awfulness in the practice. So many monsters, so many scary things. We can’t have one nice thing? One reunion? One fix?”

Avery is sweet!

#booksandchainmail reads pale #pale #wildbow

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glitchafton · 2 years

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Vanessa: *Vannycostumedesign2.png*

Vanessa: No but seriously, do you have any notes? I'm not buying a scrap of fabric until you tell me it's okay.

William: it's fine

Vanessa: >:(

Vanessa: If you hate it just tell me.

William: I don't hate it, I'm looking at design6 and 7 and I think the eyes might be overkill, and I'd like to see proof that you're not impairing your vision too much, particularly when they light up.

Vanessa: Sure, I'll put you in the Plushtrap and take you with me, but you really don't have a single thought on the design? You? Bullshit.

William: Fine if it matters that much to you, I don't get why you're starting with it looking so beat up.

Vanessa: So my first inspiration point was you in the VR game as Glitchtrap, right.

William: I'd like to point out that the basis for that was the original Spring Bonnie mascot suit that we had to throw together in under a week. The later costumes actually looked good.

Vanessa: Did you not have a choice how you looked in game, because you made a whole murder level, I feel like you could have worn one of the nice ones.

William: It's what I wore during the first round of murders so it had sentimental value. And you're overestimating how much control I had while trapped in there.

Vanessa: Regardless Vanny isn't Glitchtrap, and I wanted to avoid her being Spring Bonnie but girl. And I did try just a plain white rabbit design (see design 10) and I thought there wasn't much going on visually, and then played with maybe go a little Alice in Wonderland since I am going to be having children follow a white rabbit (see 11) but I didn't like how derivative it felt, also I'm not the best at sewing and realized this was aiming too high.

William: When did you have time for all of this?

Vanessa: I take if you've never worked an office job? I usually only have 3 hours worth of shit to do a day, and I could tell you horror stories about internships I did in college when I was actually giving my all every day.

William: Another time, let's not get off track, so you rejected a White Rabbit concept.

Vanessa: Yeah, I looked up some waist coat patterns and I don't have the skills and the material costs were too much (budget.docx, page 3)

William: Should I go into the Plushtrap so you can take me into the office and give the presentation you clearly want to be doing this as?

Vanessa: I just wanted feedback! But shut up and let me me continue.

Vanessa: However, next time you want to get into giving me new instructions and planning, I'm absolutely begging that you do it in the Plushtrap. I'll even get him a little suit.

William: I don't know if that would feel better or worse. But purple suit, white shirt, black tie. But focus.

Vanessa: If you didn't keep making side comments we'd be done by now!

Vanessa: Anyway, like I said plain white body suit didn't have enough visual interest and needed something to break up the lines, white rabbit not enough time or money.

William: Plus that would be costume pieces on top of the base so you could always go back to it if you'd want.

Vanessa: I could, I could also make seasonal costumes. I should make seasonal costumes.

William: I'm going to be upset if you don't now.

Vanessa: Noted!

Vanessa: BUT ANYWAY! As I was saying I thought of what could make Vanny a bit more unique looking and first I added some brown spots but it still felt a bit too generic like I could be any old rabbit, I thought about old timey stuffed animals that have been through it, and gotten repaired time and time again because a kid refused to let them go. They're a bit dirty and nasty looking, but in a sweet way.

William: Have you ever read the Velveteen Rabbit?

Vanessa: Nope.

William: Never mind, go on.

Vanessa: So that's how I ended up here, also why I decided to go with plastic looking eyes, also if I slip up and don't change the security footage, even my eyes are hidden.

Vanessa: So what do you think?

William: As I said, it's cute. I think it's actually fine.

Vanessa: Are you fucking kidding me?

William: No. I'm not sure when you got the impression I'm the type to hold back criticism when asked for feedback, but I meant what I said.

Vanessa: I'm going to fucking kill you.

William: It's a bit late for that, love.

William: Fine, the only changes I would propose would be maybe change the shoes to more of a paw, none of the design images I'm seeing mention this so you should add a wire frame to the ears so they can be both poseable and just more durable if you need to climb through vents or anything.

William: With the concept as you explained it, if this was a character for the public I'd go so far as to suggest going full floppy lop bunny ears, but having something hanging would make it easier for a kid to grab.

William: Additionally, toe beans.

Vanessa: Rabbits don't have toe beans.

William: I'm well aware of that. However, it's cute, and with the paw foot they can be used to add non-stick grips without having to have a full flat bottom.

Vanessa: Thank you. That's all I wanted. I'll make another sketch with your changes, and get to work on it. But you're still going to have to wait for the next sale on fabric.

#The theme of the current batch is apparently I go on 10x longer than I expected to #and just taking directions I wasn't expecting #like Vanessa showing motivation for the first time in this entire thing.#If I keep at this length I'm going to need to start using text posts so I can cut #also this is a direct follow up to the other one with vannycostumedesign.png #Also if I ever do write prose sections of this #I'm going to miss being able to use emoji as a legitimate writing choice #the chat log semi fic

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your-god-empress-lavender · 5 months

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Even more materials science updates:

First (not materials science), i've been far too quiet about the genocide in Gaza. Not that my platform is very big at all or that my shouting with the crowd will make a big difference, but for all that is still human about me, i can't say nothing about the atrocities happening right now. I recommend that anyone who reads this also reads about the genocide presently occurring. I am far from the best source, but i can recommend Al-Jazeera as one of the best official news sources for the goings on in Gaza. There are also countless Gaza residents who are posting their own experiences and lives on practically any social media site if you want a first-hand account of the genocide.

Second (materials science), the 2 weeks or whatever since i last posted, i've done a lot of research with solid-state synthesis and it is working so well. I've achieved so much better results (the particles are so much more diamagnetic that they can be moved around or thrown around through a much thicker plastic sheet (the added thickness helps extra to prove that the effect isn't just from the warping and flexing of the very weak plastic lids i was using to test the material before) and are strongly enough repelled from a magnet that i have a hard time putting them directly on it). The synthesis is far easier as well as i just have to mix all the chemicals in to a bottle 1/3 full with saturated sodium bicarbonate solution, then leave it to sit for like a day, filter off all the sodium rich water, rinse it with water a few more times, then cook it real hot. Just about every run i've done so far has demonstrated far better results than the last which has really lifted up my spirits. The magnesium has helped a lot. Using majority calcium (5Ca, 1Mg), shows improved results over just Ca, using majority magnesium (5Mg, 1Ca), shows even better results, but unfortunately using all magnesium isn't noticeably better than majority magnesium. I tried doping it with a tiny bit of chromium (yay for stealing 5 grains of potassium chromium sulphate from lab) which appeared to help somewhat, then i tried doping with a tiny bit of boric acid which appeared to help even more which was interesting. Unfortunately, due to work and being very sick for the last week, i have only gotten 1-2 trials done with each new formulation and most certainly am not making the batches consistently. I've noticed that some runs dehydrate and turn from blue to dark brown much faster than others, though it's not exactly clear why. It may be due to the calcination process seeing as batches with higher calcium tend to turn far slower and never have i seen it turn more than just a slightly less bright shade of green (calcium carbonate has the highest calcination temperature of anything else in the mix so it would make sense to me). In some of the runs, i terminated the heating process early simply due to time constraints, something i regret doing. The best batches also tend to be the ones that were the darkest, so i have no doubt that the simple act of heating it more/less dramatically changes the results. Given the fact that every single sample i've made with the solid-state/precipitate synthesis has shown far greater stability (i've yet to notice even the slightest decrease in strength from the first batch, made around 2 weeks ago), i may just try heating the lighter samples again to see if it improves their qualities. All in all, i've been very excited to see how this turned out. Given all that we've learned, i'm fairly surprised it worked at all in the liquid stage and i'm betting that the only reason it did was because of some oxygen displacing some of the chlorine, making it (in some tiny amount), into the oxides. I can further say that the material shows no magnetic properties before being heated which as far as i'm concerned is very strong evidence that the material needs the oxides in order to work (or at the very least, carbonates and hydroxides don't let it do whatever the fuck lets it be so diamagnetic). Some runs have been conducted without washing the precipitate first (usually unintentionally), and while they usually do work somewhat, the results are (far) less spectacular, so inclusion of a large quantity of sodium appears to interfere with its working.

Also, i got 500 grams of copper sulphate pentahydrate. That's 2 moles of soluble copper for less than the price of 100 grams of copper chloride (only like 0.75 moles soluble copper). Not that the only consideration is the copper, the sulphate may be significant in that it may react with calcium or otherwise mess with the reactions, but based on some water test strips a friend gave me, it appears most of the sulphate does get taken up by the sodium and does not react with the calcium (fortunately the calcium gets taken up by the carbonate faster, at least while the bicarbonate is in much higher concentrations than the sulphate). Now, it's still unknown how the copper sulphate will react, i still have some of the copper chloride solution and i intend to fully use it up before i switch due to having a shortage of containers to store the dissolved copper.

#materials science #potential rt superconductor #calcium aluminium copper oxide #nice compound #very diamagnetic #it's damn cool #i honestly have no clue how much the professors want me to show about it before they offer lab space #after a productive meeting i know that 6 profs have the money and lab space to help me out #but it's such a struggle to convince them of anything #idk #much hard #anyway #goodnight

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frogsandfries · 2 years

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As I'm finally gluing down the last

Of my end pages, I have a final decision to make while I wait for the snaps for this sketchbook. I need to decide if I want to cut the rest of the cards, or if I should wait until whenever I may potentially begin working in this sketchbook. Then, do I glue the pockets of cards into the sketchbook?

I think, no matter how bad a decision it is, I've already decided. I think, given the number of completed sketchbooks I already have waiting to be used, I don't know when or if I'll use this sketchbook. It might as well be completely complete, ready to theoretically sell or gift. So I'm going to cut the remaining seven hundred-someodd cards and fold some pockets for them and once I'm done with the end pages, I can glue in the card pockets. Then when I get the snaps, I can place the initial snaps on some straps and strap up the book for stability.

The concertina dos-a-dos was actually, honestly, a really crap idea. I didn't realize how unstable it would be with the empty sliders. I don't know if adding the waterfall cards will make it more or less stable, but next time, if there was to be a next time, I think it would be better to wait to add the sliders, definitely until after the construction of the book, but maybe as I needed to fill them. I wanted to stagger them to keep them from adding too-too much bulk, but it definitely worked against the stability.

Another kind of negative that I'm seeing is that there are like, country miles of blank space. I don't always need the blank space in my thumbnail/linework sketchbooks. I think I'm definitely adding washi to the pulls, just to visually clarify what you're supposed to pull on, because right now, with no cards and no visual indication, I'll try to pull one tab when it's the other tab. Some of the cards get pushed instead of pulled because I thought that would add some interest. I'm going to be purchasing some books off stickers over the next few months, so maybe I'll also sprinkle in some stickers to fill just a bit of space. I've also thought some pages are basically begging for another slider, or maybe just more frames glued or taped directly in. Or maybe just added straight to the page, I'm not picky and I'm sure as heck not going to say no.

However, I do have a bit of a problem. Every time I make a new thumbnail sketchbook, I get a little paranoid about what if this is too many frames and I never get to use it? Luckily, this sketchbook comes in for sections, so I can just use one section, switch to another sketchbook and switch back. The same with my face-to-face sketchbook. I could use one portion earlier and one portion later. I still can't figure out how to decorate that plastic aida and I still haven't gotten my muster up to finish that pineapple sketchbook, even though I've given myself permission to only do the body of the pineapple on the plastic, not into the signatures. It's the leaves tripping me up a bit. But once that's done, and once I decide what to do with the plastic aida, that's four or five sketchbooks just hanging around while I work through the two that I'm working in, and I still have to keep coloring and keep releasing strips every other week. I've only filled one sketchbook so far.........but I keep making more because it's really satisfying.

Then I'm coming up with this piano hinge waterfall book for the finished art, just to try to further motivate myself and feel like I'm moving through the project and producing art. I'm going to buy some really thin washi tapes for the spine and black paper to mount the sliders on. I'm not sure how I want to do each signature because I don't want this book to look bloated, so any experimentation will have to wait until I have the materials in hand. Because I'm going for a size custom to the finished waterfall cards, there is going to be tremendously less blank page real estate. The black paper is really just for presentation, to set off the colored art. Then, when the book is complete, I was thinking about weaving onto the pins for a bit of cohesivity.

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calyxaomphalos · 2 years

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The Ghosts of Windy Ridge

Turn #101, two components

location #7 - Tina's house (3) neighbor #7 - Tina James (6)

26 April 2022, Tuesday Morning

With only five days left in town, I was thinking I needed a little help parsing some of the items from Mo's papers. They were pretty much exclusively related to his time at the Academy. It was a lot of stuff about the setup of the computer lab, but also a lot of the course material that he presented over his years there. It didn't seem like Mo did much in the way of extracurricular activities, plus the Quartzite Rockburst Society was forcibly disbanded a full ten years before Mo arrived in town. But still, there were comments and references in some of the computer lab setup email exchanges which had me wondering about what may have still been going on at that time. How many of these acronyms are normal Academy bureaucracy and which of them might be someone trying to hid something?

I mulled a lot of this over as I performed my coffee ritual for Ergediel. Even though the timeline had little overlap, I was thinking of Tina. Though I'd gone by her house both Saturday evening and Sunday morning, I hadn't seen Tina. Saturday evening was when I encountered Dave the Tree and he directed me to find that pocket watch. When I tried again Sunday morning, a confused Inge explained that Tina must already be at the Academy.

I know she said she goes to Timmy's every Wednesday so if today doesn't work, maybe tomorrow will. Maybe she hasn't left for school yet today. Since a lot of my questions had to do with the volumes of papers I'd been reading through, I decided to put the lot in my car and drive over, despite it being a pleasant walk. That, and it'll save me a good 15 minutes and time feels more and more important.

As I pulled up alongside the raised beds and the robotic scarecrow, I could see Tina's car in her driveway. I debated getting the books before knocking and explaining myself and decided they'd lend an air of urgency to my mission. I loaded the volumes out of the back seat and into my arms, then closed the car door.

When I stood up, Tina was waving and coming towards me, holding a small notecard in her other hand. "The yard sale isn't until next week, please put that back in your car, thanks!"

I was entirely confused until I saw Tina was pointing at the note card. It said in bold hastily written letters, "PLAY ALONG."

"Um, OK, sure," I stumbled out as I opened the car door again and put the heavy volumes back onto the seat.

"I'm sorry I can't take it now, but please, will you come in for coffee?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," I answered, wondering what the charade was all about and whether Tina would explain it when we got inside or what. I locked my car and followed Tina backup onto her porch and into the house.

There was another hastily scrawled note card on the table. It said, "LEAVE YOUR PHONE HERE." Meanwhile, Tina took out a second mug and filled it from the pot. "I can't remember, cream and sugar? Just sugar? Black?"

"Just sugar," I said. Tina had come over to the table and met my eyes. I'd taken my phone out, but hadn't put it down on the table yet.

Tina mouthed the words, "One, two, three," while gesturing with the mug toward the table. I gathered that she wanted me to put my phone down at the same time that she set the mug onto the table. I nodded and continued to play along.

"Doctor up your mug and then follow me."

I spooned two spoonfuls of sugar into the mug and then stirred it, making sure to clank the spoon a few extra times. Tina smirked, but then took on a serious expression and jerked her chin toward the cellar door.

I picked up the mug and took a sip. "Delish, thanks," I mumbled and took a few steps toward the door. Tina had already gone down onto the second step and was holding the door open. Once I'd gotten my hand on the door, Tina let go of it and put her index finger to her lips before she turned and nearly ran down the staircase. In the interest of being quiet, I made sure to close the door slowly before I followed her into the basement.

As I'd expected from the lack of robotic tchotchkes upstairs, the basement was clearly a maker space and laboratory. Tina was already down at the far end, gesturing to another door. It was solid black as was the space behind it. When I got closer to her, Tina whispered, "my sensory deprivation closet. They can't hear us in here."

I entered the void with Tina right behind me. When the door closed, it was pitch black. A moment later, a low red glow came from a ring of LEDs on the wall.

"Tina, what the fuck? Who is 'they'? I dig the closet, but what on earth is going on?"

"Inge is a Russian spy. She's here in town because of something that the Quartzite Rockburst Society had or found or knew, I'm not totally clear on it all. I'm pretty sure she's able to tap into our cell phones and listen to us even without the phone on, so be careful what you say and to whom!"

"Wow, OK. Who else have you told about this?" I asked with a few million other questions in mind.

"You're the only one I can trust, because you are an outsider. And you're leaving soon, but I know you've been looking into more than just the history of Mr. Forrester's time here."

"True enough. Did Inge tell you Sunday afternoon that I'd driven her to the Academy?"

"I haven't spoken to Inge in over a week, what's this about?"

"Well, I'd been hoping to talk with you for a while, so I came over here just two mornings ago. You weren't here, but Inge was apparently waiting for you out in your garden. She said something about you asking her to help move some equipment in your lab, saying then that she must have been confused and that you meant the lab at the Academy. That's when I offered to drive her there. I'm glad I did, because those books I was trying to haul in when I got here were what I checked out of the library that day, and I have lots of questions about some of that."

"We can't stay down here much longer, I have to get to the Academy for classes today. You leave first. Grab your phone and go. Don't say anything to anyone about Inge. I'll try to catch up with you in a day or two."

#the ghosts of windy ridge #writeblr #nanowrimo #over the mountain

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dr-c-says · 2 years

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EN 112 - Weekend Roundup - Week 3

Tuesday, 08/30/2022

We led off with a discussion of common problems students face in reading for EN 112. Broadly speaking, I see most of these challenges fall into two main camps:

1) students apply the strategies they’d use to skim passages and answer comprehension questions on a timed test

Those strategies are good for getting the main idea of a short piece of writing quickly; by their nature, however, they aren’t very effective at developing a detailed understanding of the text at a sentence level, or at preparing you to dissect its argumentative structure.

2) students apply the strategies they’d use to read a history text before an exam

In this case, the strategies (typically some combination of underlining/highlighting, note-taking, and maybe reverse-outlining) are a bit closer to what you’ll need for EN 112 ... but if you are used to employing this kind of reading primarily to identify and remember key facts, then you are likely to end up looking the right way for the wrong thing, so to speak; in EN 112 we do of course care about facts (an argument that isn’t based on facts is going to have some serious flaws), but we are interested in them mainly in terms of how the writer puts those facts together on the page.

There are several schools of thought about how to teach students enhanced reading skills, but I’ve never found anything that works better than just telling people up front what we’re trying to do here. (I have a feeling the real reason this hasn’t caught on is that it’s hard to sell textbooks on the basis of, “Have you tried just ... telling your students what you’d like them to do?”) So:

1) you will need to get the gist of whatever you are reading, obviously, but you will also need to read for more than the gist in order to analyze any piece of writing effectively

and

2) any techniques you’ve learned for identifying and remembering key portions of a text can probably be adapted for EN 112, but you may experience something of a “learning curve” as you get a feel for the kind of details (often rhetorical cues, rather than names, dates, or statistics) we’ll be examining

So far as I know, there is no “magic formula” that will ensure you come up with the perfect understanding of every text, every time (for one thing, written materials are notoriously subject to interpretation, and even the person who wrote them often can’t remember exactly what they were thinking when they wrote a specific phrase) ... but the following list of questions should get you off to a good start.

Every question in this list can be applied to pretty much any text you encounter, and you’ll almost always need to be able to answer these questions in order to get a good analysis “off the ground,” so to speak. There are additional questions that only pertain to certain kinds of writing (”What is the plot?” would be a very weird question to ask about an instruction manual, for instance), but on Tuesday we focused on questions with broad applicability:

One reason I asked the class to read O’Malley’s piece, “More Testing, More Learning” before we began our discussion of reading strategies was so that we would all have a text the whole class had just read to which we could apply the questions for practice during our conversation. Accordingly, we took time to answer each question on the list for O’Malley as we went.

Before we wrapped for the day, I asked everybody to annotate their text for the following class period’s discussion in two ways:

1) by marking each time O’Malley changed point of view in the essay

and

2) by marking each piece of evidence he introduced and how he presented that information

Whew! Tuesday was a busy day! :)

Thursday, 09/01/2022

We led with a quick review of the semester so far and a very brief refresher on syllabus essentials. Somewhat disconcertingly for me, the most-missed item by far was ... my name.

(For the record: I am Dr. Carpenter.)

The backstory here is that I have gotten several emails lately asking me questions that were answered on the syllabus. I never mind getting the questions themselves. But the fact that people were asking the questions suggests that they hadn’t fully assimilated the information from the syllabus yet.

For some courses that probably wouldn’t matter very much –– but in a course like EN 112, which has you doing quite a lot of small assignments that all fit together to form larger projects, understanding the way the syllabus puts the course structure together for you can make a huge difference in your experience because it affects how much you feel like you’re lost or like you know what’s going on. Feeling “oriented” and sure of what we are working on at any given time is extremely helpful in keeping your overall stress levels down as we begin to pick up speed on some of our writing projects –– so I want to make sure that everybody has a firm grasp of the essentials ASAP.

Names in general turned out to be something of a theme in Thursday’s class, as we also spent substantial time discussing O’Malley’s handling of his sources. I want to underscore that we were interested not just in the content (the information he gleaned from his sources, and is using in the paper), but the textual integration of both quoted material and practices of attribution. His fourth and tenth paragraphs in particular give a good example of several related sources referenced back-to-back, and managed with enough dexterity that the information they contain feels like a natural part of the paragraph structure in each case, rather than some sort of “breaking news” alert.

It’s worth taking the time now to examine some of O’Malley’s techniques, because a research essay by its nature is going to have you handling multiple sources at once and needing to clearly indicate the transitions between your own ideas and those of other scholars as you go. This kind of interwoven commentary is very much a learned and learnable skill, but it requires significant practice, which for most people comes more easily after they have studied someone else’s example a few times.

The last thing we did on Thursday was to lay out the essential elements of a proposal essay.

A proposal essay:

identifies a problem

demonstrates that the problem is a real problem and the reader should care about the problem

proposes a solution to the problem

demonstrates that the proposed solution is functional and feasible

makes a case that the proposed solution is the best available solution to the problem

You have more flexibility with the last element than with any of the preceding ones; if you are missing any of those elements, then whatever you may have, it is not a complete proposal argument!

On Tuesday 09/06/2022, we will examine O’Malley’s essay once more, this time in the light of a proposal argument.

If you missed class on any day in Week 3, your catch-up assignment is to summarize this document and to leave BOTH your summary AND one question about managing sources in an academic essay as a comment on the most recent Announcements post in Canvas.

#EN 112 #Weekend Roundup #fall 2022 #reviews / guidelines / instructions

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theoreticslut · 3 years

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Mutually Curious // g.w.

george weasley x reader

requested: for @anxiousblanketqueen’s bday wc

word count: 3.8k

warnings: 18+ themes, mutual masturbation, slight dom/sub roles

A/N: hey loves! I’ve been wanting to post this one for like a week and I just never got around to it because finals are seriously kicking my ass. I am so stressed and so tired and I just want it all to be over with. But i also really wanted to get this out before Jill’s bday on wednesday (you should totally check out her blog and participate in her bday sleepover 💗) ! Ideally, I wanted to get all the fics out for her bday wc before her bday, but alas that is not happening. Oh well, she’ll just get some late presents 😂💗 Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!! Xx

You truly enjoyed days like this - where you had nowhere to go or nothing to do. You could simply lay around all day and do whatever you pleased without feeling guilty that you were avoiding something else.

What made days like this even better is when they were spent with your best friend, George. You two had been inseparable since second year, ever since you got seated next to each other in Charms class.

Throughout the decade you’ve known each other, your friendship has evolved in some rather beautiful ways. It started with pulling pranks and just having fun in each other’s company. Then you guys started sharing secrets and deep late-night thoughts. Eventually, nothing was off-limits for the two of you to talk about.

You both were just so comfortable with the other that it wasn’t odd to share intimate details that you’d hesitate to tell others. You knew each other inside and out, ranging from the basics of favourite colours and foods, to the more advanced knowledge of deepest fears and wishes, all the way to the ultimate comfort level of knowing each other’s preferences and stories from the bedroom. You just felt completely at ease talking to George no matter what the topic was, and he reciprocated that ease.

You two never run out of things to talk about, though, as you’re always finding out more about yourselves, whether that’s a new kink you want to explore or a new fact you learned.

Today was no different. Without even thinking about it, you’re voicing a rather interesting segway question.

“You know what I’ve kind of always wanted to try?”

“What’s that, darling?” George asks, looking up at you as he’s laid down by your feet.

“Masturbating with someone.”

You can just barely hear him let out a groan before he’s humming out an answer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I just wonder what it’d be like, you know, being intimate and vulnerable like that without necessarily touching the other. Not that you couldn’t touch the other, though.”

You watch as he seems to think about your statement for a couple seconds, nodding lightly.

“Yeah, it’d definitely be interesting. I mean, it’s fun to tease your partner that way - you know, not letting them touch themselves while you get yourself off - but I’ve never really thought about both people masturbating.”

“I don’t know what I’d think about it.” You admit.

“I feel like it could be embarrassing, but at the same time it really does sound like fun.”

Frowning in thought, you lean back to look at the ceiling. You can only imagine what it’d be like to masturbate with someone present. All of that attention on you, basically putting you in a spotlight. You’re not so sure about that.

“Why do you think it’d be embarrassing?” George frowns as he props himself up to look at you. He’s known you long enough now to know that you don’t get embarrassed very easily. Why would you find mutual masturbation embarrassing? It’s not like you would be the only one doing it.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m thinking I might feel too exposed?” You sigh.

“Being naked in front of a guy, touching myself, having him watch? Like with sex at least his hands are on me so his attention is a bit divided. I’m not under his full gaze, you know?”

He hums, thinking about your words. He could understand how it could be uncomfortable to have a person’s undivided attention, but at the same time he thinks it sounds pretty great - having your attention solely on him as he strokes himself. And just the idea of getting to watch you pleasure yourself has him excited, his cock twitching happily in his trousers.

“We could always try it?” He offers, not hesitating to share his thought.

“What?” You ask, a bit incredulously, sitting up to look at him, meeting his gaze almost immediately.

“I mean, if you want to. It’s not like we haven’t talked about doing things with each other before, and we’d just be getting ourselves off. We wouldn’t have to touch each other if you didn’t want to.” He explains as he rubs at the back of his neck, clearing his throat as his cock grows at the idea of watching you squirm as you come undone in front of him.

You can’t help the little needy whine that escapes your lips, cheeks growing warm at the idea. You’ve only thought of George in bed with you at least a thousand times by now. There’s no way of stopping the thoughts of his cock and what it’d look and feel like from running through your head.

“And we’re already comfortable with each other, yeah? That could help you not feel so embarrassed.” he offers, hoping you agree. He’s only dreamt of you a thousand times by now, picturing what your body looks like and what your moans and whines sound like. It’s not uncommon for him to pop a boner at the thought of you.

You nod, understanding his thoughts. Honestly, there’s no one else you could imagine trying this with. While you’re embarrassed at the idea of your best friend seeing you naked and so vulnerable, the idea excites you to no end. You already felt safe with him, so why try this with anyone else?

“What do you say, y/n? You want to try it?”

You nod, a small whimper falling from your lips as you do. You never thought that you’d ever actually do anything with George, but Merlin have you wanted to. That’s one of the only downfalls of being so close with george - you can’t help but get turned on and want to see how true his stories are when he shares them with you.

“Y-yeah. Do you?”

“Godric, yes.” He moans, nearly panting already as he never turns his attention from you. If you thought you got turned on by his stories, you should try paying attention to him more when you tell yours. He’s constantly hiding an erection and trying to not pounce on you and make you his.

“O-okay.” You smile, already blushing as you gently chewing on your bottom lip as you figure out what to do first.

You figure that you should probably both undress first, so you cautiously grab the hem of your shirt, his eyes trained on you as he sits up.

Smiling and gently biting on your bottom lip, you slowly lift up the material to reveal your simple black bra to him, not able to stop the soft giggles from your lips as he groans.

“We’ve barely started and you’re already teasing me?”

“Not teasing you yet, Georgie. I’m just undressing.” You smirk, removing your shirt from your body.

He moans, eyes roaming over your exposed skin. Sure he’s seen your skin before while you wear shorter clothes in the summer, but watching you undress in this context for him is something he just can’t get over. He knows he’s not the first person to see your body, but that doesn’t matter when he’s the one who gets to see it right now.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. You know that, don’t you?”

You smile, a blush on your cheeks as you take in his words. You’ve been told by a number of people that you’re beautiful, but hearing it from George’s lips is otherworldly. It feels so much more sincere and intimate coming from him.

George smiles, watching as you melt at his words. He’s loving how absolutely adorable you currently look with a blush on your cheeks half undressed for him.

“Keep undressing, baby. I want to see you.” He urges, leaning back a little to spread his legs.

“Aren’t you going to?”

“Eventually, I promise. I want you to show me your beautiful body first. Can you do that for me, baby?” He asks, trying his best to contain a groan. Seeing you so vulnerable and pouty is more attractive than he would have thought.

You nod, smiling as you watch his eyelids droop in pleasure, a low moan passing through his lips.

You slowly untie the drawstrings on your sweatpants, smirking as his eyes follow every movement of your hands.

Carefully, you trail your hands over your body on top of your bottoms, enjoying the needy whimper that leaves George’s mouth. You grab at your inner thighs, purposefully avoiding your sex, loving the way that George is squirming in his spot.

Smirking, you slip your hands under the waistband of your pants, finally pulling them off your legs.

“Fuck, darling.” George groans, head lolling backwards.

He can’t help the grunt that leaves his lips at the soft giggles rising from your chest. He’s trying his best to behave, but all he wants is to take control of you.

“Georgie, you’re not watching.” You giggle, teasingly pulling the straps of your bra down off your shoulders.

“You’re being a tease, darling.”

“I would never, Georgie.” You smirk, loving the way his eyes darken at the sight of your bra straps hanging around your arms.

“No one likes a liar, y/n. Behave, angel, or maybe I’ll just leave you to get yourself off in front of me. Won’t let you see me.”

You whine, thighs clenching together at his threat as a pout forms on your puffy lips. George had mentioned he was pretty dominate, but you never expected it to be so hot, nor could you ever truly picture it.

“No. George, please don’t. I’m being a good girl. I promise.”

Whining at his dark chuckle, you watch as he situates himself a bit on the bed.

“Show me then. Show me how good you’re being.”

You nod, unclipping your bra and tossing it across the room. You grope at your breasts, a moan falling from your lips at the pure pleasure of it.

You hate to admit it, but from the moment george offered to try this, you had gotten extraordinarily aroused. You needed relief and you were finally getting some from your touch against your breasts.

“Such pretty tits, baby.” He praises, eyes glued to your chest and the way you wriggle under your own ministrations.

“Why don’t you take one of your hands, angel, and touch yourself through your panties? I bet your wet already, yeah?”

You whine, trailing your right hand down your body to the waistband of your panties, teasing it gently. You slide your pointer finger just under the band, enough to lift it from your skin and send shivers throughout your body, before you let it softly snap against your body.

“You like teasing yourself, darling?” George asks, restraining from touching you himself.

He just wants to see how wet you are. The idea of a wet spot growing on your panties while you rub yourself has him nearly wild.

You smirk, chewing on your bottom lip as you start to touch yourself, your fingers against your heat feeling amazing.

“Oh, George. Feels so good.” You moan, eyes shutting and head falling back against the pillows.

“I bet it does, darling. I bet you want to finger yourself right now, yeah?”

“Yes. Yes, George. I do.”

“Well wait a minute now, okay? You want to watch me undress, yeah?”

You nod lazily, trying your hardest to prop your head back up through your initial wave of pleasure.

He smiles, loving your blissed out face already as he lifts off his shirt. He smirks as he hears you hum in admiration.

Once off, he tosses it onto the floor and turns his attention back to you. He can’t help but chuckle as he watches your eyes trail over his torso. He knows he’s fit, having played quidditch for years, but having you admire his body has his ego rapidly inflating.

He carefully undoes the button on his jeans, slowly undoing the zipper and watching as you watch his every move.

He groans as he notices you slowly start rubbing your fingers over your pussy through your panties.

“So pretty for me, darling. Touching yourself while I undress. You’re so pretty, but you’re needy, yeah? Can’t even wait ‘til I’m out of my trousers.”

He smirks at the whine that leaves your lips, watching as your fingers slow down and you squeeze your legs together.

“M sorry, Georgie.”

“Don’t apologize, darling. I like how needy you are.” He smiles, watching you with pure adoration.

You blush at his words, unaware that he’s watching you intently as you watch his hands.

You whine as he slowly pulls off his pants, his boxers coming right along with them. You nearly drool as you watch his cock spring free from their constraints, and the groan that leaves George’s lips alongside it is pure heaven.

“Can you take off your panties, baby girl? Please?”

You nod, carefully hooking your fingers under the material on each of your hips, before swiftly sliding them down your legs, leaving you bare in front of your best friend.

“Godric you’re so pretty. Knew you would be, but bloody hell, darling.”

You blush, a whine slipping past your lips as he chuckles, grabbing the base of his cock.

“Fuck, baby. Show me how you make yourself feel good.”

You start at your chest again, softly groping each of your breasts and rolling your nipples between your fingers. You sigh gently at the feeling, registering George’s heavy panting across from you.

You carefully open your eyes to look at him, finding it difficult due to the pleasure coursing through your body.

You watch as he slowly strokes his cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit for a second or so whenever he reaches the top. Moaning softly at the sight, you slowly start trailing your hand down your body towards your sex.

Bucking against your hand as you reach your clit, you listen as George hisses, drawing your attention to him.

You watch as he grips his cock a bit tighter, his eyes closing gently in pleasure, falling backwards.

“You look so handsome, Georgie. Love when you throw your head back.” You giggle, loving the groan that leaves him and the small smile that forms on his face.

“You’ll be the death of me, y/n. The absolute death of me.” He smiles, watching as you blush and close your eyes gently while you play with your clit. This feels so much better than you could have imagined, your pussy already so wet and fluttering for george.

“Oh, George!” You gasp as you slip your middle finger past your folds, not thinking much about your actions anymore. whatever felt good is what you were doing.

“Ohhh, feels so good.” You mumble, starting to finger yourself as George watches intently, throat going dry. He wants nothing more than to take over for you, to finger you himself and to maybe get a taste. It’s taking everything in him to hold back, wanting to watch you pleasure yourself.

He watches as your fingers speed up, drawing you closer and closer to your release, moans and whimpers falling freely from your lips.

Before either of you truly realize it, you’re gasping as you come undone in front of him. You can feel your wetness seeping out of your cunt as the haze of pleasure slowly clears from your mind.

“That was so hot, baby.” George states, mouth softly closing as he watches you come to, his cock throbbing as he’s close to release himself just from watching you.

“Oh, George. Y-you haven’t cum.” You pout, looking over his face as he scoffs.

“I don’t care, darling. Seeing you come undone was more than enough.”

“But-“

“C-can I touch you? I want to finger you, baby. Please?” He asks, cutting you off from whatever argument you were going to give.

“You want to finger me?” You ask, a little surprised at his bluntness.

George nods enthusiastically, practically drooling at the idea. He can just imagine how warm and soft you must feel.

“C-can I touch you?”

“Merlin, please. Yes, y/n. Please touch me.” He begs, finding it hard to wait for your answer.

“Okay then. Go ahead, Georgie.” You blush, biting on your bottom lip as he practically pounces on you, fingers quickly finding your folds and running through them.

You jolt at the sudden friction, your previous orgasm having left you more sensitive than you realized.

“Hold on, George.” You gasp, grabbing a hold of his wrist to stop his ministrations.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“Didn’t do anything wrong, baby boy, I’m just sensitive. Need you to give me a second.” You explain, trying to catch your breath.

He nods, breath catching in his throat at the pet name. He’s had women be more dominant with him, but none have ever called him that. He never realized just how nice it could sound, but he’s sure it only sounds so nice because you spoke it. Regardless, he wants to hear you say it again.

“Okay, Georgie. Start gentle, please.”

“Like this?” He asks, his fingers barely touching you as he circles your entrance, occasionally dancing up to play with your clit.

“Just like that. Feels so good, baby. You can add a little more pressure if you want.”

You gasp, nodding as he increases the pressure in which he touches you.

“So good, Georgie.” You sigh, slowly reaching out for his cock between the two of you.

“C-can you call me that again?” He asks a bit bashfully, shivering as you faintly circle his tip with your finger.

“Call you what?”

“B-aby boy.” He gasps, your hand grasping around him tighter.

“Oh? You like that name, do you? Like being called baby boy?” You giggle, stroking his cock slowly.

“Yes.” He groans, bucking into your hand.

“Alright, Georgie, baby. You’re doing so good, but you can speed up now if you’d like to baby boy.”

He nods, finally taking control of your pleasure now that he knows you’re okay. He sighs as he can smell, and practically taste you, wanting more than anything to do so.

You quicken your movements on his cock as you feel yourself clench around his fingers. You want, more than anything, to make sure he gets to cum this time around.

“So close, Georgie. I want you to cum with me, baby boy. You think you can do that?”

He nods, bucking once again into your hand as you swipe your thumb over his slit, spreading his pearly precum around.

You can feel him twitch as you smirk, moaning as he leans up to start kissing at your neck.

“George.” You whine, eyes closing at how amazing his lips feel on you.

“Yes, darling?” He smirks.

“Who’s the tease here, now?” You pant, squeezing at his cock as you stroke him, loving as he shivers in pleasure.

“I th-ink it’s still you, baby.” He smirks, nipping at your neck.

“If you’re going to kiss me, can it at least be my lips?” You pout, wanting to kiss him so bad. You’ve always wondered what his lips would feel like against yours.

He chuckles, leaning up a bit further to capture your lips with his, both of you moaning at the sensation.

You can feel him twitch against you as you clench around his fingers, both of you close, but you had a feeling George was closer.

Sighing into the kiss, you squeeze your hand around the base of his cock, gently tracing the outline of his balls as he jolts.

“Fuck!” He groans as he cums, spilling his warm seed onto your thigh as you clench around him again, so close to cumming a second time.

“I’m so close, Georgie. Don’t stop, baby, please.” You beg, still slowly stroking him to milk his release.

With his eyes shut tight, he curls the two fingers inside you, perfectly hitting where you needed him to to send you over the edge.

“Yes, George!” You gasp, coming undone on his fingers.

He groans, eye shooting open although they’re heavy with his own pleasure. There’s no way he’s going to miss watching you cum around his fingers.

“So...pretty. So pretty, angel.” He mumbles, completely blissed out from his own release and then watching yours.

He sighs as he gently removes his fingers from your sex, groaning as he stuffs them into his mouth.

You both lay there for a few minutes, him laying practically on top of you as you both regain your energy and catch your breaths.

He’s the first to look up at you, admiring the post-coital state you’re in - happily playing with his hair and thinking with a soft smile fixed on your lips.

“So? What did you think?” He murmurs, watching you for your reaction.

You smile as you look down at his face, taking in how tired he looks.

“It was amazing, George. Something I’d definitely be willing to do again.”

“Yeah? I’m glad. I’m thinking next time we go all the way? What do you think?”

“All the way?” You ask him, quirking a brow in amusement.

“After you taste me, we get to see how my dick feels inside you.”

“Oh, so you just want to fuck now, yeah?” You laugh, pausing your hand in his hair as he chuckles, burying his face into your neck in slight embarrassment.

“Well, I’d kind of like to take you out on a date and ask you out if that’d be okay?” he smiles, muffled by your neck as he presses hot kisses to the skin.

“Oh yeah?” You tease, smiling just as he nips at your neck, sending a shiver throughout your body.

“Definitely. Best friends is wonderful, but I think we both know we want more, yeah?” He smiles, watching as you chuckle, a small blush taking over your cheeks.

“Just took us messing around to actually admit it.” He adds.

“Admit what now, Georgie?”

“That I want to be with you, as your boyfriend and maybe more someday. That I love you and always have.” He smiles cheekily, leaning up to kiss you as you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“I love you.” You smile, absentmindedly picking up where you left off in playing with his hair.

You both lay in a comfortable silence for a minute or so, basking in each others love and body heat. You never expected your day to turn out like this, but you were glad it did.

“Thank you for trying this with me, but I agree, next time we go all the way.”

George chuckles at your words, a smile on his face as he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you in close to him for a short nap.

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A Matter of Admiration Alpha Gang Orca x Omega f!Reader

Hello Hello! Here is my very VERY late submission for the SFW portion of Spudcorner's Valentine Blood and Chocolate Collab. This was meant to be a two page drabble. 13 pages later it's a bit more than that. Regardless, I do hope you enjoy!

Sequel/Epilogue Here

Content Warnings- Omegaverse, SFW, Insecurities, Misunderstandings, Pining, Fluff, Lots of food mentioned, Kugo being very down on himself, very minor mention of blood and stitches needed.

“Really? Again?”

The large alpha seemed to shrink under your judgemental glare.

“I am sorry, Y/N. The fight got intense and it slipped off. Someone must have stepped on it.”

You sighed heavily, your gaze turning to the workbench where the shattered remains of your creation sat. This was your seventh attempt at outfitting Gang Orca with a communicator headset. It was dangerous for him to keep fishing for a handheld during the heat of battle. Unfortunately, his lack of outer ear made keeping a headset on him difficult. Shaking your head, you gave a small smile.

“Not your fault, Sakamata. We knew this was going to be tricky. Though at this rate I’m tempted to just glue a headset on you and call it a day.”

Kugo snorted, his posture relaxing. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I hate to see your hard work go to waste.”

“It’s not a waste if I learn something from it. This one lasted a couple weeks of normal patrol work, so that’s an improvement. We just need to figure out what was different about this fight. So, sit. Talk.”

Kugo shook his head with an amused huff. He admitted he had been slightly dubious when you had first come to his agency. He’d encountered many hero support workers claiming to specialize in mutation quirks that seemed to be looking for lab rats for their creations. However, you always listened to what he said, and made suggestions that would actually make his job easier. You made sure your support items not only were functional, but comfortable at well. If the few years you had worked for him, he was pleased to say you had become good friends.

“I can’t right now, Y/N. I need to get cleaned up, then complete my report before I forget the details. I’ll come back first thing tomorrow.” You frowned, tapping your foot. Kugo fought to keep a neutral expression. You’d never forgive him if you knew how much he enjoyed your expressions when you were annoyed.

“Alright. Fine. First thing tomorrow. But make sure you get some rest tonight, you’ve been working too hard lately!”

Sakamata waved a hand in answer as he walked out the workshop door. He’d try to follow your request, but a hero’s work is never done.

~~~~~

Gang Orca shuffled through the door to his agency with an aura of gloom about him. In the past five days, he had broken five more communicators, gotten into several serious fights, and had allowed a villain to escape. And that was just his work life. Some of his friends had set him up for a speed dating session. He didn’t blame them for trying, but it ended exactly how he knew it would. Most of the omegas who had been present were scared of him, and those that weren’t were clearly only interested in his pro hero paycheck. Kugo trudged toward his office, his thoughts gloomy. A man with a quirk like his would never have a normal courtship. It hurt sometimes. How nice it would be to come home to a sweet smelling omega. What wouldn’t he give to home filled with pups, and laughter and love? He sighed softly as he swung his door open. Such a life was not meant for him, so no point in even dreaming. On autopilot, he hung his coat on the coat rack, and turned to set his briefcase on his desk. However, the desk was already occupied. Kugo tilted his head as he stared at the object resting on his desk. It appeared to be a large bento box, wrapped in a rather feminine handkerchief, patterned with some sort of flowers. Kugo set his briefcase down on a chair before coming closer to investigate. Gingerly, he untied the knot, setting the cloth aside as he looked at the contents curiously.

First and most obviously, was the strawberry shaped sticky note attached to the top. “You looked like you had been having a rough week. I hope this can make it better!” The writing was… painstakingly cute. The “i”s were dotted with little hearts. Each letter having just a little bit of flourish, while still being legible.

Kugo hummed quietly to himself. Clearly this had been left on his desk by mistake. A bit awkward, considering his name was on the door, but there was no other explanation. He drummed his fingers on the desk as he considered his options. He could take a guess at who the bento was for. There were several popular alpha heroes working for him that got their share of gifts from admirers. The soft omegan scent coming from the handkerchief that had wrapped the bento was a solid clue the gift was likely meant for one of them. But really, there was no way to tell for sure who it was supposed to end up with, and he really didn’t want the hard work to go to waste. Yes. Best thing would be to eat the bento, and place the box in the break room with a note inside the box apologizing.

His course of action decided, Kugo opened the bento, quietly sucking a breath as he saw what was inside. There were sausages cut to look like little octopi. A large slab of teriyaki salmon. Rice balls shaped like teddy bear heads, complete with little seaweed faces. He tried to tamp down his delight at seeing over half of the bento was dedicated to tamagoyaki. While he lived up to his stereotype of loving fish, the egg dish was a secret favorite of his; something his mother had made for him whenever he had a bad day when he was growing up. The second layer of the bento had even more. Rice, vegetables, and surprisingly a small but adorable piece of cake. Kugo put the bento back together with a small smile on his face. Perhaps it wasn’t meant for him, but it had been a long time since he had been able to enjoy something like this- cute and homemade, clearly filled with a great deal of care. He couldn’t quite feel guilty as he looked forward to lunch. He could pretend, just this once, that a sweet smelling omega had put so much care into something for him.

~~~~~~

Later that day, when most of the day team had left, Kugo made his way to the common break room. He carefully cleaned out the bento box in the sink, setting it to the side to dry. He folded the handkerchief it had came in, and placed it next to the box before sighing. He was in the process of scribbling a brief apology note when he heard a cough. He glanced up to see y/n leaning against the doorway.

“You okay, chief? Thought your shift ended an hour ago.”

Kugo nodded as he placed his note on top of the handkerchief. “Yes, just had a few things I needed to wrap up. What about you? I know you were supposed to be done several hours ago now.”

You fidgeted, embarrassed, shrugging your shoulders as you glanced away. “Had an idea for how to improve a few items and, well, you know how I get when I have a project. But what have you got there? You never struck me as the homemade lunch type.”

It was Kugo’s turn to look uncomfortable as he shuffled from foot to foot. “It was left on my desk this morning by mistake. I had no way of knowing who it was actually meant for, and I didn’t want it going to waste, so I ate it.”

You frowned as you walked into the room, opening cupboards and starting to retrieve things to make tea. You held a mug up toward Kugo in a silent question, grabbing a second one when he nodded. You were quiet for a few moments, going through the motions. After a while you asked “How are you so sure it wasn’t for you?”

Kugo snorted, leaning back against the counter and gesturing at himself. “Omegas aren’t exactly lined up around the block. I don’t place high on the ‘heroes that look most like villains’ list every year for no reason. Some unfortunate omega got confused about whose office was whose. It’s a shame I couldn’t give it to whoever it was meant for, it was a beautifully crafted bento.” Kugo doesn’t mention the note. Kugo especially doesn’t mention the note had found its way into his desk drawer to save as a memory of how nice it had been to receive the bento, even if it was an accident.

You laughed, passing him a steaming cup of tea, made just how he liked. “Sakamata, don’t talk down about yourself like that. You’re big, strong, and prime alpha material. You’re one of the top heroes! And even more importantly, you’re a gentle kind man that any omega would be lucky to have. I’d bet good money that that bento absolutely was made just for you.”

“A nice thought, but I doubt it. You’ll see. In a few days I bet a bento will make its way to who it was meant for.”

~~~~~~

Kugo stood stock still in the doorway to his office. Sitting on his desk was another cloth wrapped package. Once was a mistake, clearly. But two days in a row? Why on Earth was there another bento on his desk? He approached the desk and slide the bento to him. He untied the scented fabric with care. A cat shaped note greeted him.

“I’m sorry if it wasn’t clear before, Sakamata. I wanted to make this for you because I admire you so much. I’m not always great at saying my feelings, so I hope my cooking says enough.”

This was… for him. The bentos… were for him? He sat in his chair, leaning his head against his hands as he regarded the innocent looking lunch. If it wasn’t a mistake, then what could it be? Probably a fortune hunting omega trying to get in his good graces, if he went off his past experience. Though usually those types of omegas were more likely to offer favors of a different sort. Kugo winced as another thought occurred to him. There was a good chance this omega pitied him. Ugly, intimidating, unmatable. Someone had seen him and decided he needed looking after because clearly he’d never get someone on his own. Yes. That had to be it. He should leave the bento in the break room and end this farce as soon as possible.

His mind made up, Kugo picked up the bundle to do exactly that. The subtle smell of the contents hit his sensitive nose, causing him to salivate. Tempura? Definitely egg. Well, it would be a shame to not even look inside to make sure.

Clearly just as much care had gone into this one as the last one. The rice balls were shaped like little cat heads, to match the note. An assortment of tempura seemed to be the main dish, cute cat shaped food picks stuck in some of them. There were even paw print shaped gummy candies for the dessert. Every inch of the lunch was absolutely adorable. And it was all done for him. There was no way Kugo could let it go to waste. It hurt to know it was a gift given out of pity, but maybe, just for a while, he could pretend there was someone out there who loved him like this. The omega would grow tired of this eventually. Until then, he’d let himself enjoy this.

~~~~~

It was surprising how easily this had become routine. Every day when Kugo walked into his office, there was a new bento waiting for him. And every day he’d unwrap the bento, indulging a brief moment in the cutely patterned handkerchiefs. Every bento was unique and cute. They seemed to show a good understanding of his tastes and preferences. It was a pleasant break on the quiet days and a welcome comfort on the rough days. Each day there was a sweet written note that Kugo gently stored in his desk drawer. It was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

~~~~~~~

Kugo hated attending charity events. It wasn’t the charities, he always supported good causes. It wasn’t the dressing up, or the fancy atmosphere. It was the people. While a few of his friends were around somewhere, there were many many others who didn’t know him well. Others who were intimidated by his appearance. Others who apparently had no idea just how sharp his hearing was.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe Gang Orca is here.”

“I know! Well, I suppose he is a hero. Allegedly, anyway.”

“Did he come with anyone?”

“Of course not. I mean ew. Look at him. Can you imagine cosying up to that at the end of the day?”

“I know! And those teeth! If he tried to bond someone, he’d take their head clean off!”

“As if anyone would want to bond with that.”

“I don’t know. He’s in the top ten pretty often. He has to be loaded, right?”

“Would have to be a lot for me to even consider it.”

“It could be all the money and I still wouldn’t!”

“Oh don’t say that! Poor bastard can’t help he’s unmatable.”

Kugo walked away from the refreshment table as he tried to tune out the unkind comments and mocking laughter. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before. He knew full well what he looked like. He had had enough failed courting attempts to know exactly what omegas thought of him. But it still stung. Stung more than usual, actually. The daily bentos with their scented cloths and cute little notes had almost made him forget. The only omegas who were interested either pitied him, or wanted his money. He could never forget that.

~~~~~

What he could forget, apparently, was that the number two pro hero was scheduled to be at his office the morning after the charity gala. Kugo stifled a sigh when he saw the red winged hero waiting outside his agency’s door. Of course he’d have to deal with this on a day when he wasn’t in the best of moods. “Orca! My man, good to see you again!”

Kugo nodded as he held the door open. “Hawks.”

“Didn’t get a chance to talk to you at the party last night. You know how it is. Go to one of those things when you're single, and you get swarmed.”

Kugo gave a non committal grunt. No, he didn’t know. He just wanted this morning to be over with. He perked up slightly as he saw you hurrying down the hallway toward them. Hawks gave a low whistle. “Who's the babe?” Kugo half growled. “That is Miss Y/N. The support item engineer you allegedly came here to see. You will be respectful and refrain from flirting with my staff.”

Keigo held up his hands and laughed. “Hey now big guy, don’t mean any offense. Just saying you’re lucky to get to work with that every day.”

Kugo jerked his head in an abbreviated nod. You slowed down your quick walk as you got closer, not wanting to interrupt the heroes’s conversation. Kugo waved you closer. You smiled at him so brightly as you joined the group. Yes. He was lucky to work with a friend such as you. Kugo’s nerves started to cool a bit as he introduced you and the three of you began to make your way to his office. Hawk’s casual questions were more inquisitive than flirty, and Kugo knew from long experience just how much you enjoyed being able to talk in depth about your work. He was smiling by the time he opened the door to his office, ushering the two or you in. Hawk’s next words hit him like a bucket of cold water to the face.

“Dang! Either you got one hell of a cafeteria service at this agency, or Gang Orca has himself quite an admirer. Delivered right to your desk, pretty bold, man! That’s exactly why I keep my door locked. There’s only so much lunch a man can eat, am I right?”

The bento. He had forgotten about the stupid bento. There it sat, as always. The handkerchief was especially cute today, some sort of pattern with teddy bears hugging and kissing. Any other day, the sight would have calmed him. Any other day he would have sat down and quickly poked through to see what surprises lay inside that day, would have read the note meant just for him with a smile.

But today was different. Others were in his office. The number two hero, handsome and popular. His support engineer, pretty enough to probably have plenty of suitors of her own. And then there was him. Large. Scary. Consistently told he looks like a villain. Has never had a relationship that wasn’t pitying or profiteering. Kugo remembered the whispered remarks from the party. Usually he’d be able to brush off Hawks’s commentary. But today…

Kugo snarled, his scent agitated as he swept his arm across the desk, knocking the bento roughly into the trash. “They are a nuisance that need to cease! I’m so tired of some desperate piting omega shoving their unwanted, unneeded efforts at me! Enough is enough!” At the end his voice was raised to a shout. He was dimly aware of his nails digging deeply into his palms. Kugo leaned on the desk, breathing deeply as he tried to calm himself. He could hear the others shuffling behind him awkwardly.

“Come on,” You murmured and lightly tugged on Keigo’s sleeve. “How about I show you my lab and take some measurements before we get started.”

“Yeah. Um. Yeah.” Keigo allowed you to lead him away. You softly closed the door behind you. Kugo remained, hunched and breathing raggedly. It took him several minutes to calm down. It took him a few minutes beyond that to gather the nerve to make the trek down to the support lab. He slipped into the room as inconspicously as a man with his fram could manage. You were taking measurements off of Keigo and muttering to yourself as you tapped out notes on your tablet. Keigo noticed Kugo’s entrance and greeted him cautiously. “You good?” Kugo nodded. “I… apologize. It’s been a rather trying week, but I should have composed myself better.”

Keigo waved him off. “No worries, man, no worries. Y/n was just telling me she thinks that she’ll be able to rig up something for me that would help slow my fall in situations where my wings get damaged.”

You hummed an affirmative, taking a few more measurements before you started describing your process. Kugo couldn’t help but notice you didn’t look his way. You looked at the ground, at your tablet, at Keigo, but you were clearly avoiding Kugo’s gaze. He mentally winced as he settled onto an out of the way stool. It was rare for him to have that kind of emotional outburst. It probably could be heard even from outside his office. He’d make sure to apologize to you better when he got the chance. But for now, it was looking like it would be a long, awkward day. Goodie.

~~~~~

Kugo growled under his breath the next morning when he saw the cloth wrapped bundle sitting on his desk. Yesterday’s embarrassment was still fresh in his mind as he stalked forward. His thick fingers quickly untied the surprisingly unpatterned piece of fabric. There, under the cloth, on top of the box, was a note as there always was. Kugo’s anger was cooled by confusion when he saw it, however. The paper was a plain yellow post-it note. Instead of the painstakingly cute handwriting with the heart dotted “i’s, there was a clearly hasty scrawl.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to annoy you. This will be the last one.”

Kugo frowned, shifting in his seat. Clearly the bento maker had heard about his outburst from yesterday. That was… unfortunate. But perhaps for the best, since he had no way of directly telling them to cease their nonsense. Unconsciously, his hand balled up the handkerchief and as he had been doing for a while, he scented it.

The cloth had a slight smell of salt to it. Tears, Kugo realized uncomfortably. The smell of tears slightly diluted the normal soothing smell of whoever had carefully packaged these bentos. He had little appetite as he looked over what was there. Tempura. Salmon. Vegetables. A large portion of tamagoyaki. But the part that caused an uncomfortable weight to settle in his chest was the little red box, filled with slightly clumsy, clearly homemade chocolates. Kugo closed his eyes, sighing as he set the box to the side to wait for lunch. This was good. This was what he wanted, to be left alone instead of some kind hearted omega taking pity on him. He had lived a long time without homemade bentos and little notes. He certainly didn’t want the small offering of chocolates. When lunchtime came, he certainly didn’t linger over the food longer than usual, savoring each bite. He tried to tell himself that this was for the best. That this was what he wanted. He refused to think about why he tucked the handkerchief and the box of chocolates into his desk drawer instead of leaving them in the break room as usual.

The next day as Kugo opened his office door, he looked toward his desk out of habit; searching for the lunch that had been left. His chest gave an uncomfortable lurch when he found the desk was bare. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. This was fine. This was what he wanted. The sooner he forgot about all this nonsense, the sooner things would return to normal. He settled into his chair and began sifting through the paperwork he had to deal with. No better way to take his mind off his troubling thoughts and distract the whine of his inner alpha. He was certain. Things would be back to normal soon.

Two weeks later, Kugo listlessly picked at the limp lettuce of the poor excuse of a salad that he had picked up at a convenience store. He sighed, putting the lid back on the barely touched meal resolving to throw it away when he next passed a garbage can. He didn’t like to admit it, but he missed the carefully planned meals. Wondering what cute surprise was going to be next. It was nice that someone thought he might enjoy seeing animal shaped onigiri and cheesecake flavored kit kats. His alpha whimpered when he thought about the contented omega scent that gently perfumed every handkerchief, except the last. But just as the note had said, he had received nothing since that last bento. His thoughts remained gloomy as he entered the agency, quickly making his way into his office, locking the door behind him. He knew better than to hope as he looked towards his desk. Bare, once again. Sighing heavily, he slumped into his chair. He gently pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk. Carefully nestled into it was the cleaned, empty bento box from the last meal, the small box of dwindling homemade chocolates, and that last precious handkerchief.

Kugo carefully removed the handkerchief. He brought the cloth to his nose, inhaling deeply. Stabbing pain shot through him as he realized the scent was barely there anymore. The faint scent of tears almost completely overpowering the last lingering trace of distressed omega. His hands clutched the fabric tightly, squeezing until he realized the stress he was putting on the fabric. He quickly placed it on the desk and tried in vain to smooth out the wrinkles. After a minute of fussing, he gently refolded it and placed it back in the drawer. Kugo stared at the contents, unblinking before slowly sliding the drawer closed. It was almost gone. Everything was almost gone. And he didn’t know how to get it back.

With a low growl, Kugo pushed himself up. Today was a rare day where he hoped for trouble on his patrol. A fight would certainly take his mind off things, and just maybe calm the whining alpha that echoed throughout his entire being.

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He really needed to be careful what he wished for. Kugo winced as he limped toward the support lab. He had gotten a fight alright. He had gotten three fights, a twisted ankle, and a once again smashed communication headset. It wasn’t his fault that he had gotten thrown backwards into a rather solid concrete wall. Y/N was going to kill him.

Kugo pushed the lab door open, stepping inside. His forehead creased in worry. The lab felt off. Wrong in a way he couldn’t immediately place a finger finger on. Well, he’d have to think about it later, he decided as he made his way to where you were sitting. You were at your workbench, tapping your pen on the table and staring at nothing when he settled down on the stool next to you. You glanced over as Kugo sat down, did a double take and let out a small noise of surprise.

“Sakamata! What happened to you?”

The large man shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “The usual. Villain didn’t behave exactly how I thought, and I paid for not being vigilant enough. Nothing too bad. Twisted ankle and roughed up a little. Unfortunately though…”

Sheepishly as a scolded schoolboy, Kugo pulled the shattered remains of his latest communicator out of his pocket and placed them on the workbench.

“Kugo!”

He couldn’t help but smile. He loved the times when you got worked up enough to call him by his first name. He watched as you gingerly sifted through the sad shattered remains.

“What did you do, hit it with a rock?!”

“Concrete wall, actually.”

You stilled before turning to look at Kugo, sharp and suspicious. “And I assume you were wearing it at the time?”

Kugo had the decency to look embarrassed as he nodded. Suddenly he was being fussed over, gentle hands touching his face and turning his head this way and that. An exclamation and curse left you when you found a large, sluggishly bleeding gash on the back of Kugo’s head.

“You! You Alpha!” You huffed as you started digging through the pockets of your lab coat. Kugo got a brief glimpse of colored fabric before the handkerchief was softly dabbing at his wound. Kugo hissed, only half listening as the scolding continued about how knot headed alphas needed to learn to go to the medical ward first before worrying about stupid replacable tech. He was brought back to the present when a hand, so much smaller than his own, grabbed his hand. You easily maneuvered him so that Kugo was now firmly holding the handkerchief over the cut. You hummed, satisfied for now.

“Now Sakamata, please hold that there until you can get medical to look at it. Doubt a hard headed man like you has a concussion, but might need stitches. I’m not exactly an expert. Don’t worry about the headset. I should be able to get a new one to you before my replacement takes over. And if not, I’ll be leaving some blueprints behind anyway.”

What?

“Replacement?”

You stilled, looking away from him. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I just… I never found the right time to tell you.” You fidgeted, rubbing your thumb over your knuckles. “I’m going to be going to America soon. I’ve gotten a good offer to work with a few heroes over there that need someone specialized in mutation supports. It would do a lot to boost my career…”

Kugo reached out, grabbing your hand, and stopping your nervous motions. He tried to find words in his stalling brain. “This is really sudden, Y/N.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You wouldn’t meet his gaze.

He gently shook his head, giving your hand a squeeze. “Not scolding you. Just, is everything alright? Is something going on?”

You pulled away, digging your hands into your hair with a sigh. “You know me too well.”

Kugo gave half a smile. “I would hope so. I like to think we’re friends. Is there anything I can do? Are you in trouble in some way?”

You shook your head. “No. No, nothing like that. It’s kind of embarrassing. Just… A courtship that really didn’t turn out well. And I just… I could really use some time away to get my head back on straight. Eagle Pride’s office has mentioned wanting me to go over and collaborate with them for a while, and what better time than now?” Your laugh sounded bitter.

Kugo sat silent and stunned. He hadn’t known you were courting. Being courted? Honestly, he wasn’t even sure of your dynamic. If you weren’t beta, then you certainly hid your scent well. He cleared his throat before speaking hesitantly.

“I certainly won’t stop you if you truly wish to go. It is an excellent opportunity. Might be a step in having your own support company if you wish. And if not, you’re always welcome here, Y/n. You must know that.”

You give a small smile, finally looking him in the eye. His chest tightened when he saw tears there. “I know, Kugo. You’ve been nothing but kind to me. You’re a good friend for putting up with me.”

“There’s no putting up with. I enjoy your company, always.” Kugo reached out slowly, but you turned away and wiped your eyes with your sleeve. He frowned, placing his hand back in his lap. “And you sure you’re alright, Y/N? No one is threatening you, are they? Someone unsafe taken an interest in you?”

You snorted, “Nothing like that. And people think I’m the dramatic one. No. I just got rejected is all. I miscalculated. Thought they were interested, but they made it very clear they aren’t.”

“Then they’re an idiot.” The words escaped Kugo before he even realized what he was going to say. But it was true, he was sure. You were beautiful, kind, smart. Anyone would be beyond lucky to hold your interest. On the rare days he allowed himself to dream, he often thought he’d love to have someone like you as a mate. Someone who knew him well and cared for him as much as he cared for them. He felt pains in his chest and his eyes widened as realization hit him in the face like a wet mackerel. Oh. He was jealous. He was jealous of whoever it was that y/n had tried to court. And he was angry. Furious that some fool had rejected her. Hurt her. But he was glad she was still here. Yet she was going to leave. Going to leave him here alone. His thoughts swirled and tumbled, and he swayed slightly in his seat. And hand on his shoulder stilled him and he looked up into your concerned eyes.

“Hey, you’re not looking too good. You really should get to medical. Do you need me to help you?”

“No. No. I can make it down a few hallways, thank you though.”

Kugo stood, and tried to give back the cloth he had been pressing to his head. You pushed it back, gently scolding him. “I said leave it there until someone can look at it. If you insist on returning a silly old rag, you can wash it and give it back later.”

Kugo nodded and mumbled out a goodbye. He had a lot to think about as he slowly made his way to medical. So. He liked you. The more he thought about it, the clearer it seemed to him. He’d liked you for a while. Things were always easy with you. But now, you’re leaving. He couldn’t stop you, and wouldn’t even if he could. You clearly felt like you needed to go.

He was still ruminating on his thoughts as the doctor ushered him to a bed. He was poked and prodded. Kugo managed to mumble out what must have been coherent answers. In the end, he did end up needing a few stitches. And just like that, he found himself fixed up and back in his office. He snorted a laugh at the absurdity. How can a day like this somehow manage to be just another day? Kugo sat in his chair and twisted the cloth in his hands absently. He brought it to his nose and sniffed out of habit. Oh course, the scent of his own blood was the most dominant. But underneath that was the usual calming scent of omega. His shoulders relaxed as the tension ran out of him. He pulled that cloth away, idly looking at the pattern. It was cute. Floral. Reminded him of the cloth that the first bento had been…

Wait.

He hastily brought the handkerchief to his nose again. There was no mistaking it. He knew that smell. He had missed that smell for weeks. It was faint. But it absolutely was there. Omega, soft and sweet. Not any omega. His omega. His bento maker. His y/n.

Y/n.

Y/n who had seen him toss her courting gift in the trash, who thought he had completely rejected her, and who was moving to America.

Kugo was on his feet in an instant. He’d never made the trip to the support lab that quickly before. You jumped when the door flew open, hitting so harshly that the doorknob dented the wall.

“Sakamata! What?”

He dropped to his knees before you, arms wrapped tight around your waist and his head pressing against your stomach.

“Kugo?” You asked softly, hesitantly stroking along his fin. “Kugo, what’s wrong?”

“You’re the best thing life has ever given me. Please don’t leave. Please.”

You made a soft, wounded sound. You kneeled slowly, and took his face in your hands. Kugo leaned into your touch like a man who had been starved of affection his whole life. You stroked your thumbs over his cheeks.

“Kugo, I’m going to need you to speak plainly, so I’m sure I don’t misunderstand. What’s going on?”

His large hands came up, taking both your hands in his.

“I’m an idiot.”

You snorted and tilted your head, confused. He met your gaze as he continued.

“I’m an idiot and I love you.”

You inhaled sharply, looking at him in disbelief. He pulled the crumpled, bloodstained handkerchief from his pocket.

“I’m an idiot because I love you and yet I never even noticed that you loved me too. You showed me every day. You knew I like eggs just as much as fish. You cared enough to make them cute. You gave me extra sweets on days when I was working a double shift. I loved every bento you made me. I have every note saved. And I might be an idiot, but I’d be an even bigger idiot if I let you go without saying something. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, and I love you and please don’t go.”

“Kugo.” You smiled sadly. “I’m sorry. I already promised I’d go.”

Kugo inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes lowering to the floor.

“But,” you used your hands to lift his chin. His gaze snapped back to yours. “It’s just for six months. Six months, and then I’ll be right back here. With you.”

“With me?”

“Mmhmm.” You gave his nose a quick peck. “Always. You’re the best man I know. I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world for me.”

Kugo groaned and pulled you close, burying his face in your neck. From here, although it was very faint, he could smell your soothing scent. “You can’t say things like that and then tell me I can’t have you here for six months!”

You chuckled as you hugged him close. “Well, we have two weeks before I leave. We have a little time. And once I’m back? We’ll have all the time in the world.”

“Even that won’t be enough time to spend with you.”

“Dork.”

He hummed his agreement. “But it’s true. Eternity would be enough time to spend with you.” Before you could protest, he pulled you in for a gentle, but determined kiss.

#gang orca #gang orca x reader #kugo x reader #kugo sakamata #kugo sakamata x reader #Alpha gang orca #Alpha kugo #omegaverse #bnha omegaverse #reader insert #bnha reader insert #female reader #omega reader #omegaverse reader insert #collab piece

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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The Brothers Dropping Hints to a Remarkably Oblivious MC

I liked this idea and wanted to flesh it out a bit before I bury my head in research for requests. Maybe I'll make a part two later? Who knows.

Intro:

Seven demon brothers, one human. All seven want their attention… So the family agrees to a challenge: Can they get their human to return their affections without actually confessing first? Perhaps… but there's a catch. The MC is denser than a bag of bricks in the love department...

Good luck, boys.

Lucifer

If it weren't for this silly challenge, he'd have considered hiring a sky-writer because he couldn't think of anything more obvious and unavoidable than that…

It honestly astounded him how utterly unaffected the MC seems to be by all of his flirtations. It'd be impressive if it weren't so frustrating.

He could praise their appearance and they'd seemingly forget the compliment.

He could offer them all manner of gifts or meals and they'd think he was just being nice.

He could probably straight up give them a diamond ring and they'd assume it was a late birthday present…

He was so out of ideas he was considering just ripping off the bandage and asking them directly, brothers be damned, but then that'd be admitting defeat and that’s just not on the table for him.

No, no… He just had to be more patient… Maybe offer them a dance next time? He'll win this challenge yet... maybe…

Mammon

Of course the Great Mammon can get his human to notice his feelings! He's their first man, he knows them more than anybody else! This will be a piece of cake. Right?... right…??

It is not. It is not a piece of cake.

First off, Mammon's already shot himself in the foot because of his tsundere-ness. Turns out when he says, "It's not because I like you!" they actually believe him… 😰

Secondly, he's terrible at expressing his affection in ways that aren't material or possessive...

When he buys them things, they think he's acting sweet and just… pay him back or buy him something in return…

Like, he's not complaining (much) but that's not the point!!

Then when he tries to spend extra time with them they assume it's Mammon being Mammon and not, like, because he's trying to show them how crazy he is about them.

And now he can’t even be honest about his feelings if he wants to because of the damn challenge!! 😫

This seemed like a lost cause for him really… Looks like someone else is going to have to win…

Leviathan

He's been cursing their name to here and back for stealing his heart so thoroughly while still having no idea that they actually had it!!! He'd almost swear they were mocking him but eventually, he genuinely started to think they were just that clueless… 🤦‍♀️

At first he thought that he found a loophole because he could just act out a bunch of obvious anime tropes to not-so-subtly hint at his affections!

...but each time he tried to make a move, he lost his nerve and chickened out at the last minute…

"MC! I just bought some pocky off of Akuzon, do you want to try some?"

"Sure, Levi! 🙂"

"Oh u-uh… Great! H-here you go.. " *hands them the whole box...*

When these efforts failed, he went to plan B, which was again not-so-subtly throwing hints at how special they were to him.

"Hey MC, do you remember that game you were looking at? I got it for us! Come on, let's play together! I'll even let you use my favorite controller!"

"MC, why don't you sit over here? W-wait not that close…! No wait, don’t go!! Urgh!! 😫"

At first he thought it was working until he overheard them talking to Mammon, "Mm? Oh, of course Levi's been so nice to me! We're best friends!"

… Ouch, but not unwarranted. He'd have to try something else or just admit defeat…

Satan

He still truly can't get a good read on them. Are they interested? Just nice? A chronic sufferer of selective blindness?? What does he have to do here???

Satan took a page out of Levi's playbook at first, but replaced anime tropes with what you find in old romance novels.

He was on his best behavior whenever MC was around. Downright gentlemanly, right down to kissing their hand and putting his jacket over puddles for them to walk.

… Unfortunately, Lucifer refused to be outshined by his little brother in the princely courtship department and the two started butting heads (almost literally).

If Satan gave up his jacket for a puddle, then Lucifer would take their hand to "help" them across it. If Satan held a door for them, then Lucifer would hold it too and insist that he go in first. If the MC was cold they suddenly were covered by two coats… It was infuriating!

And you know what's even worse? It was counterproductive.

After a while the MC just thought that it was some kind of game or challenge between him and Lucifer and not him trying to express his actual affections…

Looks like he wasn't going to be winning this either…

Asmodeus

On one hand, he kind of gets it because he's lovey and feely with everybody but, sweetheart, please take a hint every once in a while…

Asmo comes into the game with both an advantage and disadvantage. He's far more versed in the art of wooing than any of his brothers, but he was so close with them to begin with it's going to take a lot to get the point across…

Confident boi starts inviting them out more, lunch "dates," spa days, shopping sprees, any excuse to be alone with them really hoping they'd get the idea…

...but they didn't. It was just some fun time with Asmo and not any particular special treatment…

His compliments all seemed to bounce off of them too. They never seemed particularly touched and he wouldn't be surprised if they forgot about them within five minutes of hearing them…

Kicking it up to drastic measures, he tries to initiate even more cuddles and hugs than usual… But it feels like he could literally sew himself to their clothes and they'd think he's just being friendly! How do they not see what's going on here, are they just messing with him??

After a week of trying to monopolize the MC's time he had to throw in the towel, certain if he couldn't get through to them then no one could! 😣

Beelzebub

Well, Beel's a little oblivious himself sometimes so it's not like he couldn't relate… He just wished he could be upfront and ask them because they really didn't seem to notice.

Chances are he was already cuddling with them, sharing his food, taking them places, and doing all the stuff he'd usually do when he likes a person... They probably just considered that to be his normal behavior by that point…

So. He just does what he normally does, but MORE.

Suddenly he's giving the MC half of his meals instead of a third. (Which is what? Enough for a family of four?)

His hugs have gone from just firm to full on bear-snuggles.

He's always offering to take them to a new restaurant or some other place he likes and showing them the best things on the menu (written or hidden).

But it's not exactly going anywhere… 😥

They seemed happy and liked spending time with him but if they were actually noticing feelings for them at all, he couldn't tell…

After a while he kind of gives up on getting them to notice and just starts to enjoy making them happy. Sure, he won't win the challenge, but for now a smiling MC is enough for him 😊

Belphegor

Look. He may be the King of Mixed Signals, but he's considering just giving up his crown but nothing he's tried has been working...

Similar to Mammon, he’s starting at a disadvantage by regularly being more than a little cryptic about his feelings…

To be honest, it was sort of a reflex for him by this point which didn’t help matters at all. He’s not that used to being completely open with his emotions so he has to fight the urge to downplay things all the time...

Oh, the MC agreed to go with him to the botanical gardens? Cool.

Wait, no, not just cool. It’s great! Really great!! He’s really happy about it, MC, can you see his smile?? He’s smiling! That’s rare! Please notice!!

(They don’t seem to notice…)

Eventually he got even more frustrated than Satan or Mammon and nearly just asked them point blank, but he knew his brothers would flip if he tried…

By the end of the challenge he thought it was a dumb, stupid waste of time and energy and he regrets ever agreeing to it (and he’s not just being pissy because he couldn’t pull it off or anything......)

Bonus:

After a couple weeks of zero progress for everybody, the brothers seemed to snap. The MC woke up one morning for breakfast only to find their seven demons waiting intently for them to walk into the dining room. What followed was a cartoon squabble of kicked up dust, flying limbs, and thrown objects as each desperately tried to climb over the other in order to get to their human first (even Lucifer nearly flung Satan across the table by the foot at one point). Poor MC was so confused that they had to shout at them just to break up the fighting…

When asked what's gotten into their demons so suddenly, the brothers have only one response:

"WE LOVE YOU!!!"

…. Eh?

*MC.exe has crashed*

Back to square one, guys...

#obey me #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me scenarios

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sableseb · 3 years

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Dirty Disco

Harry Styles x f!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut, rough & quick, choking, grinding, slight name calling, use of drugs, slight peer pressure

tags: @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44

a/n: This is a request that wanted a story based off the photo below! To the person who wanted this, I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it.x

The club is in full swing. Hot, sweaty bodies pressed against one another, music vibrating the dance floor, and couples occupying each darkened corner. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than right here. You craved a night out. And what better place to go than one of the most elite nightclubs in New York?

You squeeze your way into the mass of people to join in on the sleazy dance floor behavior. You let the music take over your movements. Hips winding against a man’s, chest pressed against a woman’s and completely lost in the feeling of the erotic nature of being between two people in such a compromising way.

Suddenly, you couldn’t feel anyone against you. Until, two hands pull you in close from behind to rub himself to the beat against you. You had it in mind to turn around and tell this asshole he couldn’t just touch you as he pleased and maybe even smack him for good measure. But, all those thoughts left as soon as they entered when you meet a pair of eyes that are the prettiest shade of green you’ve seen, complemented by the mop of brown hair.

You find yourself wanting to be smacked by him. He chuckles at the way your mouth is slightly agape, obviously expecting to see an ugly weirdo with grimy hands. Instead, you got the most handsome weirdo with grimy hands. And that made all the difference. You get your mind straight and turn back around letting him guide you against him.

You grind against one another to the music shaking the walls. The smooth material of his pants feels good against your heated skin. He’s taking his time with you, moving your ass against his hard on he got when he first laid his eyes on you in that mini skirt and shirt that’s barely keeping your chest concealed.

Grasping the hem of your skirt, you lift it up a bit and bend over to give him a glance of your perfectly plump ass straining against the black mesh. You gasp as his hands move from your hips to palm the firm flesh. You wanted to feel those rings everywhere. The cool metal excites you even more.

After letting him have his fun for a moment, you straighten back up to lace your fingers through his thick hair and pull him against your neck, backside still moving along with his front. You feel the hot puffs of air he’s emitting and it sends shivers down your spine, straight to your aching heat. His hands wander up your torso to rub and grab at your chest causing you to arch forward in his grasp.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?”

His voice catches you off guard for a moment. His accent is thick, annunciations as slow as honey dripping from the comb.

“Looking for an escape is all.” you reply next to his mouth, trying to catch a taste of him.

He spins you forward and leans in close to your ear, lips grazing the shell of yours as he says, “I can help with that if you're interested.”

If he didn’t catch your attention before, he surely has it now. He’s tall and lean, clad in a tight vest that showcases his firm chest with a cross resting upon it. Tattoos splattered all along his tan skin. This man is trouble. Lucky for you, trouble is exactly what you’re looking for.

“How can you help?” you question with a glint in your eyes.

He smirks and takes your hand to lead you away from the dance floor. The music is but a low vibration in the back room you find yourself in with a man who’s name you don’t know. You don’t want to know it, you’re not here for formalities and neither is he.

It’s dark with hues of red from the low lighting. The leather couch looks expensive...and so does the glass table with bags of illegal substances littered across it. Now you’re nervous. You’ve never done any sort of drug. But, the man pulling you along and whispering lowly in your ear, “It’ll be fun. I got you.” is very persuasive. Especially, when he looks so appealing.

He places you next to him on the couch, the leather sticking uncomfortably to your heated thighs. You watch as those long fingers reach for a bag with little white squares in them. He digs one out and places it upon his tongue, he leans in to you, waiting for you to get the hint and take the tab from his mouth.

You’re hesitant, but that mouth is calling to you. You tangle your tongue with his, slowly kissing him in the process. He grabs the back of your head, deepening the kiss. His taste is addicting. Alcohol mixed with something sweet, you almost forgot you took the acid...almost. You pull away with worry etched in your features.

He takes notice and chuckles. “Such a good girl for me, you know that?” He takes another tab for himself and downs it. It’s always exciting to share this experience with another. It’s really exciting though, when his companion is a figure from a wet dream.

You can feel your body loosen and mind clear, your present and not all there at the same time. The man to your left closes in on you. His smell hits you harder than before, dark and musky with a hint of something floral. You pull him against you, leaning back so he can cage your body with his.

He looks at you thoroughly this time. The way your eyes have already dilated, the way your chest is begging to be released from that ridiculously tight shirt, and especially the way you lick your lips, almost like you’re tempting him to ruin you. And you were doing just that, tempting.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, genuinely curious. He would hate to have to rush you to the hospital.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him flush against you. He lets out a groan from the abrupt contact of your center against his front. Pulling his head down to meet yours, you whisper against his lips, “I’d feel better if you were inside me.”

He’s caught off guard for a moment, not expecting you to be that brazen. Drugs can work wonders on a person’s mind. Who is he to deny your request? He couldn’t even if he tried, not when you have him pressed so firmly against you and you start rocking against him.

The moan he lets past his lips is a sound that makes you wetter. The need for this stranger is so great that you don’t even care about the foreplay. You need him inside you now. He picks up on your urgency and makes quick work of his tailored pants. He releases himself from the confines of his underwear as you kick yours off your heeled feet.

He pushes the tight fabric of your skirt up past your hips. His eyes feast on how wet you are for him. Your arousal is already pooling against the leather of the couch.

“Please.” you beg. “Just fuck me.”

He pushes his dick against you, using your wetness to cover his shaft for an easy in. The sensation of him finally pushing in has you seeing colors. You aren’t sure if it’s the drugs or how good he fills you up. But whatever it is, you want more.

Seeing you whimper and writhe underneath him unlocks the primal urge to have you brain dead for his cock. He picks up his pace, your chest bouncing with each snap of his hips. He can’t stand not seeing your bare flesh moving freely, so he rips your shirt down the middle.

You gasp at his roughness. Before you could let out a whiny, “Hey,” he latches onto your breast. Licking and biting while his hand preoccupies the other. Grabbing and pinching till you didn’t know what to focus on, him pounding into you with no abandon or the way his wet, hot mouth and calloused hands are working wonders on your sensitive nipples.

“So responsive.” he groans between the valley of your breasts. “What? Nobody ever fuck you this good?”

The blood rushes to your face. His words egging on your inevitable climax. You’re speechless as he keeps hitting that spot inside you that has your abdomen flexing and toes curling. The only sounds coming from you are the high pitched moans he’s pulling from you.

He doesn’t like how loud you’ve gotten. His hand flies up to your throat. The rings feel nice against your heated pulse. Until he starts squeezing. Your eyes go wide and your sounds seize, but your cunt latches down on him harder than before.

“My pretty girl likes being choked? That’s right. Take it you fucking slut.” he says through clenched teeth.

And take it you do. His pelvis keeps kissing your bundle of nerves as you buck up towards him. His other hand that’s not restricting your breathing finds your clit, giving you even more pleasure than before. The warm feeling creeping up your neck, the way your ears ring, you know you’re cumming as your legs tremble around the man between them.

He let’s go of your throat in time for you to let a scream of pleasure escape. Your orgasm triggers his own and he’s fucking you deep into the couch to get as close as possible to you. He has to prop himself up on his hands so he doesn’t crush you as his high washes over him.

You both lay in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the euphoria from the sex and drugs. He pulls out of you and helps you into your panties. As you stand, you can feel his spent pool in the fabric. Making you horny all over again.

“Round two at my place?” the words leave your mouth before you even process them. You just want this man in every position possible. A grin makes its way upon his features. He places his hand in yours to help you through the club and out into the cool night air.

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