#truly the best and sexiest boss in the world

[kabutoraiger]

“don’t tell corporate jack shit” - ultimate ally ishikawa

#truly the best and sexiest boss in the world #doramablogging #imadoki no wakai mon wa /

[goblin-gardens]

Summer Book Sprint!

I've mostly moved into my tiny house, but my wifi situation is not quite stable yet. So, instead of constantly streaming podcasts and shows (I got back into CR for EXU only to lose it again...) I've read more books this week than I have for all of 2020!

I feel like documenting this unusual productivity. So, here's what we've got so far. I started light with a fantasy/historical fiction and then a whole deluge of modern romcoms.

For each book I am recording: a) how many times did I cry? b) how queer is the story? c) was I compelled to be a goblin and stay up way too late or read at work when I should have been doing other down-time tasks like shelfreading the DVDs? d) overall rating out of 11 stars and e) do I recommend it and to whom?

Titles and ratings under the cut, so I don't decimate anyone's dash.

Written in the Stars by Alexandria Bellefleur

A cotton candy read, sweet and fluffy, quick and impermanent. Definitely fun, but this one didn't leave much of an impression on me tbh. Very online humor from Elle, I've definitely seen some of her jokes before as tumblr posts, and that didn't super work for me. It did manage to make me invested in reading about characters solving an escape room, so kudos there. I was excited by the blurbs calling it gay modern Pride & Prejudice..... it is NOT that, but it is good at what it is! Times Cried: 2. It does a good job of getting into the heads of the POV characters, and I definitely was rooting for them. Was It Queer: Yeah! Was I A Goblin: Not really. I was able to keep it in my bag until my lunch break without much issue. Overall: 6 stars out of 11. Fun, sexy, sweet, quickly over. Cotton candy, whipped cream, you get it. I'd recommend this to readers who: Think naming a character Darcy makes this a modern Pride & Prejudice?? (that is, like Darcy's roiling sexual frustration under his uptight demeanor more than his feudal land-lording skills). Were very online in 2015, but in a Pintrest way. Want a tall girl to make a spreadsheet and fuck them on it.

The Ex Talk by Rachel Lynn Solomon

I have Very Strong Opinions about my local NPR affiliate, so this was very fun for me. The sexist boss stuff was a little heavy-handed, and the Orcas Island bit and The Confession felt contrived enough to take me out of the story a little, but the characters were so well-built and compelling that I stuck it out for them. Times Cried: 1, but I did laugh a lot. Was It Queer: No. Was I A Goblin: Yes, I was almost late back from my lunch break because I had to read another chapter. Overall: 7 out of 11 stars. Clever setting, strong main characters, truly funny dialog. I'd recommend this to readers who: Would love to listen to a podcast about two exes giving relationship advice in real life. Love a good old-fashioned sexist man gets his comeuppance storyline. Have been personally victimized by public radio donation drives.

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V. E. Schwab

Best book I read this week. Really well-handled magic that is revealed and explored in a very engaging way. I did think it was sort of silly that a practically immortal character would stay only in Europe/the US for 300 years, many of which had international flight, but that's more of a nitpick than a true plot hole. Times Cried: A chart-topping 7! Was It Queer: While both of the main characters are bi/pan, and there are a number of queer supporting characters..... the story does not feel very queer to me. It doesn't explore queerness or queer topics, it's just about characters who are queer. There were some missed chances, I guess, especially in the gender department. Was I A Goblin: I didn't even have a chance to take this to work, because I read it all in one sitting and went to bed after 1 because I couldn't put it down. Peak goblin behavior. Overall: 9 stars out of 11. Engaging, mysterious, interesting world and compelling characters. I'd recommend this to readers who: Want art history courses that are just juicy gossip about the lives of Renaissance painters. Think lawyers are sexy when they find loopholes in copyright contracts. Are monsterfuckers but in the straight way, where they love an attractive white man who sometimes turns into smoke and mostly because they want to be special to him when he's Capital E Evil to everyone else.

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuinston

Turns out, books that get fantastic ratings from both big-name publications and the bookblrs I follow tend to be very good! A great cast of characters, heart-string pulling love letters, dramatic speeches... this has got it all. Times Cried: 4. Add Henry to the list of fictional characters I need to hug and make hot cocoa for. Was It Queer: Hell yeah! Was I A Goblin: Oh, absolutely. Overall: 9 out of 11 stars. Honestly just a joy to read. Engaging start, darling middle, uplifting end. I'd recommend this to readers who: Think West Wing should get a sexy reboot with a younger, queerer cast. Appreciate the value of an annotated bibliography when sexting. Love a good supportive sibling dynamic.

First Comes Like by Alisha Rai This fake-dating drama just keeps escalating, but in an authentic and easy way. The side characters feel a little under-utilized, but only because there's so many and each one is interesting. Times Cried: 1. Mostly I was having too good a time! Was It Queer: Not as a focus. Was I A Goblin: Yes indeed. Overall: 7 out of 11 stars. Funny, fast-paced and full of twists. I'd recommend this to readers who: Think the sexiest things a man can do are respect women and be a good dad. Loves sisters loving sisters. Figure if they've dug themselves a hole, they might as well keep going till they hit gold.

#books! #personal #book review #in the loosest sense of the word #summer book sprint

[priyankaraa]

How To Love Your Boss

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland × PA!Reader

Warnings:Jealousy, A little violence, Tom being a bit of a douche in the beginning, Smutt (18+), Oral (Male receiving), Fluff

Summary:The reader is Tom's PA. He is in love for her but she thinks that all he wants is sex.

A/N: I got this idea because I have been reading alot of these type of books on Wattpad. Then I came up with something smutty and funny at the same time. Hope you'll enjoy and thanks for the follows and likes. Thanks so much for over one hundred followers.

The elevator dinged, the doors slid open and out came the World's most sexiest CEO - well at least he thought. You thought the exact opposite. His cocky, arrogant, asshole attitude took away from his good looks. To you he was nothing but a shallow guy that hooked up with countless girls, but you couldn't deny the tiniest attraction you had towards him. You were never going to let him get to you. All he wanted was to get in your pants, and you were better than that.

It was a usual Tuesday morning. You had a cup of steaming hot tea on your desk for Tom. His agenda for the day had been completed. He had a few meetings and then his hook up from the accounting department would be with him. As I have said before, it was a usual Tuesday. Okay, maybe not so usual.

It was around eleven, Tom cancelled half of his meetings because he was tired. He hardly slept thinking about you. He had tried so hard to get you. At first he wanted a good fuck, a one night stand but as time went on he found himself wanting you more the more your rejected him. Of course he wasn't at all accustomed to this thing called rejection. He was a famous actor and then he went on to taking over his father's company. Women usually threw themselves at his feet.

You had seen it too. There were women that used to drop by the office. They were indeed gorgeous. You thought they were better looking than you. They had plain, smooth skin with an hour glass figure. They had amazing hair that always set in the perfect curls. You were just you. Plain ol' simple Y/N.

These women came to see Tom. They would give him a quickie in his office. You pitied the cleaning staff. The women would often look at you with disgust and make hurtful comments about the way you looked. You didn't appreciate this, you didn't sign up for this when you signed the contract. You didn't sign under Tom. Although you are the same age, you started working here when he his father was still CEO. Tom wanted to get rid of you but his father only trusted you and once Tom saw you, he wanted you. Plus, your father is also a close friend of Doninic Holland.

Tom decided that he needed a break, not like he was doing much work. He just sat at his desk looking at security footage of you.

Creepy, I know.

You, on the other hand was extremely exhausted. Sincing Tom stayed in his office the whole day you decided to help a friend down at the accounting department. Adrian West. The both of you started working together. You'll instantly got along.

Tom hated Adrian. The fact that he always made you laugh made him even more upset. He saw you talk to him and hang out like friends would do. This made Tom jealous. He couldn't even get you to have a conversation with him that's not related to work. Tom tried hard so make you like him, even in a platonic way.

He would compliment you and try and hold back on the sexual innuendos. He would bring you coffee just the way you like it. He would give you longer breaks and sometimes half days off, sometimes he even took you for lunch. You appreciated it but still wasn't entirely sure about his intentions.

A part of you had feelings for Tom. He was good looking and when you look past his cocky, conceited side he is actually a great guy. You started seeing a whole new side of Tom. Not the side that the whole of London knew, a side that you wanted to call a friend or possibly even more.

"Miss Y/L/N, I'm going out for lunch. Would you like to join me?" He did have an effect on you when he addressed you by your last name. Not the reaction that had butterflies in your stomach, the type that makes your squeeze your thighs together.

You were going to say yes but then you saw Adrian exit the elevator. Your were on the last floor of the building. That was where Tom's office was situated.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need these documents to be printed out and these emails to be sent, among with a sign of gratitude. Then, you will need to arrange these files according to date." You flipped through the files and saw that the documents in them weren't dated, making your task almost impossible.

"How do I file them accordingly if there are no dates on the document?" You would much rather have lunch than work. You left home in the morning only having eaten an apple and a granola bar. At this point you were sure that you had no stomach lining.

"You can figure it out. Maybe ask around." Tom wasn't happy at all. Firstly, you are his PA. Secondly, he knew you hadn't eaten properly. Your father had phoned and told him to make sure you get a decent meal, and he was going to make sure you eat even if he had to feed you.

"I can't ask around. I have other things to do." You said sincerely. Tom stood next to your table, silently staring at Adrain with hatred. It was now more than just being your friend. He was stressing you out. Tom knew that you practically worked your ass off sincing he was watching you on the surveillance cameras like a creep.

"Listen, woman! I need these things done. Anyways, all you do is sit here and stare at the walls occasionally pleasing Holland." That was all it took for Tom to lunge at him, punching him hard in the jaw.

"Don't you ever insinuate such things. You have no right to speak to any woman like that. Another thing she's my PA not yours. She does more work than you will ever be capable of. And before I forget, YOU'RE FIRED!" It felt good to finally get that off his chest.

Adrian laid there on the floor in bewilderment, shocked as to what the hell just happened. He just lost his job because of you. You felt guilty and shocked. Tom just punched and fired a guy because he was stressing you out. It meant a lot to you.

Eventually Adrian picked his sorry ass off the floor and left. Tom made sure that he cleared his things and sent security for a personal escort out.

The plans Tom made for lunch were long forgotten. He sat at his desk looking over documents. You felt bad for cockblocking Tom sometimes and decided to show him your gratitude by giving him what he always wanted - you.

Tom proved that he is worth it, that he truly genuinely likes you. He had this whole game plan where he asks you out and the whole first date planned. He had changed alot for you and all you had to do was go along with it.

You just needed the right time to confess. You wanted to make sure everything was right so you decided to wait a few days. Tom didn't want to pressurize you so he waited. He knew that you felt something towards him and he wanted you to admit it.

You waited out the rest of the week. Tom even gave you Wednesday off. Once Friday came you were ready to tell Tom everything. You walked through those elevator doors and went straight into Tom's office.

He had just gotten off the phone with his mom. He told her everything about you and about his plans. His parents did like you. In their eyes, you were perfect for Tom. You were just what he needed to keep his cocky ass grounded.

You stood in front of him at the doorway, he tried to hide his knowing smirk. You smiled at him before crashing your lips on his. You can't deny how nervous you was. Tom wasted no time in kissing you back. His lips instantly moving against yours. It was complete bliss on both your sides. He sucked and nibbled on your bottom lip, shoving his tongue inside your mouth.

He pressed your back into the wall and continued kissing the shit out of you. His hands groped your hips, pulling you flush into him. He had the urge to feel energy inch of you, to memorise every curve, mark and flaw. To know all your sweet spots and the effect of kissing you in certain places.

His fingers clumsily fumbled with the buttons on your silk shirt. You came prepared for this moment. Yesterday evening, you made a trip to Victoria Secret with your best friend. You bought a sexy black lace set and wore it under your work clothes. You weren't exactly sure that this would happen but you prepared accordingly.

Once he had removed your shirt, his lips travelled down your neck, kissing and sucking every spot. There was no doubt that he had left marks everywhere. You threw your head back and moaned at the feeling of his warm tongue against your skin.

He pinched the underside of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his hard on. He carried you over and placed you in his desk, shoving out whatever was on his way. He didn't give a shit about the lap top and stuff. All those things can be replaced. His attention was solely on you and making you feel good.

He broke the kiss and placed his forehead against yours, allowing you both to breath. "Are you sure you want to do this?" His voice was filled with love and concern. Tom had never asked a girl if she was sure. Normally they would be drunk and desperate. They would be all over him and he wouldn't even think about double checking.

You nodded before your cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly and sweetly. He stood between your legs with his hands laying on your thighs. He rubbed gentle circles with his thumbs on your radiant skin. The kiss soon got more heated and your hands soon removed his shirt.

Your tongues were down each others throat while your hands roamed his chest, feeling ever ab and muscle. Tom's hands travelled up your skirt and brushed your your clit though the thin material that was your underwear. He could feel your dampness through the material.

"What's got you so wet, darling?" He pressed the pad of his finger against your clit and you whimpered at his touch. Your mouth hung open as you enjoyed the feeling on him pressing against your clit. "Use your words for me." He pulled away allowing you the chance to speak.

"You Tommy. I'm wet for you. Only you." Calling him Tommy made him reach a whole new level in hornyness. The growl that left his lips made you even more wet if that was possible.

His lips attacked you neck, tugging down your skirt and discarding it somewhere across the room. Your fingers traced every muscle on his chest and stomach. You trailed them down and touched his boner. You felt him shudder at the contact. You wasted no time. You quickly undid his belt and slid his pants down his legs.

The both of you were in nothing but your underwear out of breath and about to fuck. Your hair was messed up from having Tom's fingers in it, probably looked like a fucking bird nest. Tom lips were pink and swollen. His pupils were almost black and he had a few red scratch marks on his chest.

He placed his palms on either side of you on the table and stared into your e/c orbs. "I love you." He placed a sweet delicate peck on your lips. He was scared that maybe you would reject him knowing all that you do but you didn't. "I love you too."

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him. It was passionate at first but gradually got more heated. He unhooked your bra and slid it down your shoulders. He placed a kiss on the valley of your breast and gentle pulled a nipple into his mouth.

Your back arched as he flicked his tongue on the sensitive nipple, massaging the other one. He then did the same to the other one. He ripped of your thong. He literally ripped off the thong that you just bought yesterday but you didn't care.

He laid you down on the desk so that your head was towards him. He peeled of his boxer briefs and his long, hard member sprung out. He jerked himself a few times. You understood what he was doing so you reached and jerked him, putting him in your mouth. He thrusted his hips and his hand reached out. He played with your tits for a while before reached down and gently stroking your clit.

He tangled his long fingers your locks and bobbed your head, pushing him further down your throat. You moaned sending vibrations through his cock. It hit the back of your throat making you gag. You pulled away wiping your spit that was leaking down your chin with the back of his hand.

He pulled a condom over his dick, lining it with you leaning his head against your forehead. He eased into because of the wetness filling you up to the brim. Of course, you were a virgin. You never got around doing it with your ex and now you were glad you didn't. You were able to give yourself to Tom fully.

It hurt at first as tears lined your eyes. But over time, the pain turned into pleasure and you found myself moaning out in joy. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pounded deeper into you.

He gripped your arms and pulled you into his chest so that he was hugging you. His body was warm and his body heat was radiating onto your body.

"You feel so fucking good." Tom moaned into your ear as he gently nibbled on the shell of your ear. His lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking on the delicate skin on your collar bone.

The air was steamy and filled with sex. Your bodies were one as he pounded into you, making you feel immense pleasure. Your body has never been loved like this before. Your senses were in overdrive; you couldn't make sense of what was happening. All you could think about was this feeling in the pit of you stomach.

You felt this knot come undone and your legs started to shake. You shut tight eyes tight enjoying the euphoric feeling wash over your entire body.

"Fuck... Cum for me, baby." You felt myself letting go at him command, releasing onto his cock. White spots clouded your vision and profanities rolled off your tongue effortlessly. Tom came after, moaning your name in his sexy husky voice.

You finally came down from the high and Tom pulled out, laying next to you on the table. Both of your chests were heaving, rising and falling with every breath you took.

When you caught my breath, yoi stood up and put your clothes back on. You gave into Tom and you thought that now he probably doesn't want to ever talk to you again. Now you felt stupid because you have done whatever those other girls have done. Only, you slept with your boss - the person thar signs your paychecks.

"Where are you going?" He asked as he grabbed onto your hand pulling you back into his toned chest.

"I'm leaving. You got what you wanted." You choked out, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"No, Y/N. I want you not only for sex. I want to wake up next to you; I want to always have you in my arms; and I want to make love to you every night and only you. What I'm trying to say is that I love you." He wiped your tears with his thumbs as he cradled your face with his hands. "Why are you still crying?"

Launching yourself into Toms arms, you wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your head in his chest.

"I love you too, Thomas." You said and he wrapped his arms you, tight enough to feel him. There was absolutely no space between the two of you'll and you was content.

You are content knowing that Tom is yours and only yours. And of course you're only his.

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #fanfic #tom holland imagines #fanfiction #tom holland fan fiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland ? reader #peterparker

[nep-moved]

lotsa nyall don't know Iothric so here is my overly long post in which i tell u abt him 👁👁

i'm bad at talking nd idk how 2 start this off but here we go fjdjsk. i will be leavin out lotsa stuff abt the game bc i am just here 2 talk abt my husband gjfjsk

the game describes everythin so vaguely so forgive me if this this part sounds confusing but: in dark souIs there's this thing called the first flame !! it brought the age of fire, nd it was a v prosperous time nd bred lotsa nations !! before the age of fire was the age of ancients; the world was unformed nd not much existed there.

to keep the first flame going nd therefore keep the world from returning to that time of darkness, a rly powerful soul has 2 be given to the flame to keep it goin fr a while. lord gwyn was the first one 2 sacrifice himself to the flame (( he's also gwyndoIin's awful dad but this ain't abt him )) but ye. as time goes on there's more and more sacrifice needed to keep the flame alive.

in the time of dark souIs 3, Iothric's family wanted 2 create a child so strong they'd be the perfect person to link the flame. but they couldn't have a child like that naturally, so they resorted to 'unspeakable means' and that's all the game tells u gjfjsk. i'm not sure if i wanna know what they did BUT as a result of it, Iothric was born cursed. he was supposed 2 be a champion so strong he could link the fire but ALAS he was weak nd had v frail health, nd he didn't grow much, as an adult he could still wear his swaddling as robes, nd it's the only thing he's ever worn. why didn't nyall giv this boy some fuckign CLOTHES ffs.

but also can i gush a bit 🥺🥺 pls lookit him i think he's v cute despite his resting bitch face gjfjsk. also he looks like he rly needs a nap.. ME TOO c'mere let's snuggle.

nd pls note i say "despite" him always lookin grumpy but i lov that abt him gjfjdk

nd i'm sure nyall hav heard me talk abt his voice lots nd how much i adore it gjdjk. so pwease listen 2 him if u haven't his voice is SO preddy i am in lov nd i swoon whenever i hear it gjfjdk

NYWAYS !! Iothric has an older brother named Iorian !! the game never states why, but he decided to share Iothric's curse. a lot of ppl think it was 2 help ease his suffering which is 🥺🥺🥺 but nyways !! the curse left Iorian mute and unable to stand, nd their souls were nearly inseparable bc of the curse; they could nearly meld together. but it's said they're also nearly inseparable in kinship !! which u can tell bc Iorian obviously cares a lot fr Iothric nd givs up everything in order 2 protect him ;w;

eventually Iothric decided he didn't want to link the fire. we don't know exactly why but alas. him doing this sorta makes him the main antagonist of the game?? bc if he just linked the flame none of this shit would be happenin but LISTEN he is not bad ok. i don't blame him fr not wantin 2 do it, he had no say in it he was destined to from birth :(( it's v understandable that he doesn't wanna burn esp when ppl are tryna force him to fjdjsk. nyways him nd Iorian decided to hide far away nd just. wait for the fire to fade.

many ppl have attempted to come and kill them, but ofc they haven't succeeded gjfjsk. the ashen one, the character u play as, has to (( among lotsa other things but i am here 2 talk abt Iothric not the whole story of the game )) find nd kill him. him nd Iorian are the last boss u face before the Final Battle™️. so lemme talk abt their boss fight 👀

when u start off the fight Iothric's way up on his bed where u can't get to him, but this ain't an issue since he doesn't attack gjfjdk. just Iorian does, nd since he can't use his legs Iothric helps by teleporting him around the room !! when u kill Iorian, Iothric teleports down nd revives Iorian !! then he clings onto his back, nd that suggests he's too weak 2 walk :(( nyways during the second part of the fight u still gotta deal w Iorian but now Iothric's on his back shooting magic at u gjfjdk.

a v interesting thing abt that !! he can use RLY powerful magic, if being able 2 bring his brother back from the dead didn't already tell u that gjdksk. nd he does it all w/o a catalyst !! it's not said why he doesn't need one, but it's impressive bc even gods like gwyndoIin need one to cast spells but Iothric can do it w his bare hands just.. bc he wants to i guess JFDJK. either way i'm v proud of u sweetie !! nd remember when i said his soul's intertwined w Iorian's?? yea bc of that Iorian can't truly die unless Iothric does as well, so if u don't kill Iothric he'll just keep reviving his brother gjfjsk. but when Iothric dies Iorian also does immediately :((

there are multiple endings in the game nd in one of em u don't even hav 2 link the fire, but ur still required to kill Iothric nd Iorian?? why?? fr context in the game ur told 2 kill Iothric so u can go link the flame urself since he won't gjdjsk. but if ur not gonna link the fire?? why do i still hav 2 kill them?? i hate u fromsoft fjdjsk neither of them deserve this.

OOH can i talk abt this other thing 👁👁 i've been meaning 2 but never hav gjdjdk. OK SO !!! when i said Iothric was meant 2 be a champion nd all that, he was also expected 2 wield a special platinum sword !! but bc of his poor health he couldn't do that. nyways originally he was supposed 2 wield a scythe !! the sexiest of all weapons 👀

in conclusion...

its fuckign BIG so there's no way he'd be able 2 wield this if he couldn't do the same w that tiny sword gjdjsk but !! i always think how cool it'd be to see him use it in the fight... alas that will never happen gjdjsk 😔😔 NO MATTER i am happy enough seein him cast his pretty magic..

so uh. i think that's it?? unfortunately we do not get 2 know anythin abt him personally ;(( at least we have headcanons gjfjsk i hav many~

i lov my husband SO much he's brought me sm happiness.. nd i hope i can giv him plenty in return ;; he's been thru sm nd he only deserves the best jgdjkd i just want him 2 be happy nd safe :(( i Also lov my big brother Iorian w all my heart nd he Also deserves only the best !! both these boys r so good pls appreciate them

#i typed this at 3 AM apologies fr any typos nd. stiff that doesn't make the most sense GJDJSK #but here it is !! #shoutout if u actually read this #👑; ʟᴏᴛʜʀɪᴄ #nep gushes #this is the ultimate gush post FJDJAK

[peaceisadirtyword]

Took you years III (Alex Høgh/Reader)

A/N: Hi💕 I hope you don’t hate me. I don’t like this at all, but I suppose I owe you this, as I promised I would post this. I hope you do like it and if you don’t we can just pretend this never existed and go on with our lives♥️

Warnings: I’m starting my finals, so... Sorry about what you’re going to read now. There’s angst, or well, something similar, a bit of smut, a plot that lacks of sense and... I don’t know, Alex Høgh maybe should be a warning too. 

Words: 4338 it’s long and boring forgive me

gif belongs to @bonniebird 💞 enjoy it because it’s the only good thing in here

The end of the Vikings shooting was the hardest thing you had to endure in your life. The moment the director said cut for the last time and you removed the last make up, you felt like someone very close to you had died and you hadn't had the chance to say goodbye properly. 

The wrap up party was the best night of your life. You truly felt part of something very special and big, and you spent the night with Alex, drinking and remembering the best moments on set. And, of course, having the best sex ever. 

On the other hand, saying goodbye to Alex on the airport was the worst moment of your life. He hugged you, kissed you and promised he would come to see you, and that you were invited to Denmark whenever you wanted to. You just got a new job in a make up store in Dublin. It wasn't much but it helped with the bills and the rent and allowed you to save a bit of money for your trip to Denmark. 

Those first weeks were hard but beautiful. You missed Alex a lot, his jokes, his kisses, the way he frowned in frustration when he couldn't say a line in old norse... His laugh too, how he laughed when reading a book or watching tv, or maybe just talking to Marco. He laughed loudly, even if it was a very bad joke, and his blue eyes lightened up, with a big smile, when he finally stopped laughing. 

Your favorite moment of the day was when you got home from work, and face-timed Alex to have dinner and watch Breaking Bad together. Usually, you'd keep talking until midnight, he told you about Denmark, the new photography projects he was doing, the interviews... 

You told him about Dublin, about your work, your clients... Sometimes, when the shop had a new make up collection, your boss would give you a sample, and you'd try it on and ask for his opinion. During those moments it felt like both of you were together again, in the same room. But the worst part was finishing the call, laying on bed completely alone and missing him even more, counting the days until you could see him again. 

You thought nothing could hurt more than that, but unfortunately you were wrong. 

It had been four months since you last saw him. The longest four months of your life. You just arrived at home and immediately charged your phone so you could tell him you were at home and he'd tell you when he could start the call. 

The moment your laptop screen lightened up and his name appeared on it, you looked briefly at your reflect on your phone and cleared your throat before sitting down on your couch and pressing the accept button. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him on the screen. He was wearing a grey hoodie, and his short hair was disheveled, as if he had run his hands through it several times. That was something Alex did whenever he was nervous. 

"Hi" you smiled widely, after the long and awful day you had had, seeing him was your only source of comfort. 

"Hey" he smiled weakly, and you immediately tensed. Something was wrong when Alex, the happy and full of energy Alex, he looked so down. 

"What's wrong?" You bit your lip. 

"Nothing" he rubbed his eyes "Nothing, I'm just tired... Didn't sleep well last night, and I had a very long day..."

Sometimes you forgot that it was an hour later in Denmark. 

"If you are tired we can talk tomorrow" you smiled "I can wait"

He sighed. He truly looked tired. You were used to see him with the dark circles under his eyes, something usual during the filming of Vikings, but since he went back to Denmark he looked very well-rested and relaxed. 

"No, no..." he shook his head "I need to talk to you"

"Are you sure? It can wait" you frowned "You should get some sleep, Alex, you look very tired"

"I'm fine, Y/N"

You gulped when he said your name. Usually, he called you love, babe or even prinsesse, the danish for princess. 

"I'm worried about you" you bit your lip "These past days you've been... Acting weird... Are you sure everything is okay?"

At least you hoped he would trust you enough to tell you if something was wrong. 

"I can't do this, fuck" he looked away while whispering "Look, Y/N, we need to talk"

"Okay?"

"I... I've been thinking" he cleared his throat "And I... I miss you a lot, and all of that. But I don't think this is working" 

You gulped, trying to control your breathing. 

"What do you mean?"

"I don't have time to go to Dublin" he shrugged "I have some projects here in Denmark and I need to focus on them if I want them to work, there's more people implicated, so it's not like I can let them down, you know... And you're working the whole day, and still you don't have enough money to come here, you need to pay the rent, the bills... A trip to Denmark is not cheap, you cannot come here and I can't go there, this is not healthy for any of us, I really like you, you're one of the most important people in my life but... I just can't do this"

"What the fuck are you saying?" At this point, you didn't even try to hold back the tears "Of course it's working, Alex, don't you see it? Fuck" you covered your eyes, trying to wipe away the tears falling down your cheeks.

"Y/N" his voice was much softer "I love you, okay? I've been in love with you for years, you know that, but I can't stay in a relationship in which I can only see you twice a year, it's too much"

"Well, I can" you replied "I don't fucking care how many months I have to work ten hours every single day to get the money to go and see you, even if it's just for two days, I don't care as long as I know that I'm going to be with you!"

He sighed.

"We can't spend the rest of our lives like that" 

"We don't have to, we can find another solution... I can move there"

"I can't ask you to move here, Y/N, your life is in Dublin, I can't ask you to just leave everything and come here with me" 

"So your only solution is to give up" you scoffed "You say you love me and all of that, but don't even want to try" 

"I'm trying, Y/N, I've been trying for four fucking months!" He raised his voice, with his beautiful eyes full of tears "Talking to you every day, yes, but feeling miserable when I hung up, fucking crying for hours missing you, and I know you feel the same" his voice broke down "I'm just trying to..." He sighed "I don't know, just end the pain" 

"And we won't see each other ever again" you shrugged, sniffing "How's that any better?" 

"Y/N, you'll forget about me in, I don't know, two months?" he smiled sadly "You'll find someone closer, who lives in Ireland, with a normal job and who can hug you and kiss you whenever you need it... And maybe some day we can be friends again"

Looking away, you tried to calm down and closed your eyes. 

"If the distance worries you so much, I have good news" you tried to smile "I asked for..."

"It's not only that" he sighed "I met someone else"

That broke your heart. You felt sick and dizzy. 

"What?" You blinked a few times.

"I'm sorry" he was crying too, but you doubted he felt half of what you were feeling in that moment "But never mind how much I love you, Y/N, this is not going to work"

"You..." You cleared your throat "You did something... With her?"

"What? No, no, Y/N I didn't, I swear I didn't, I couldn't... Do that to you"

Breathing deeply, you nodded. 

"If this is what you want, I can't change your mind, can I?" 

Alex stared at you, pressing his lips together and with tears still falling from his eyes. 

"I'm so sorry, Y/N" 

"It's not your fault" 

"I love you" he said, softly, and your heart broke even more. 

"I love you too, Alex" 

"Good night, Y/N"

You weren't able to answer him, you just ended the call, and stood there, looking at your laptop. 

Your wallpaper was a picture of Alex and you, on set. He was wearing Ivar's costume and had his camera on hand, and your clothes were stained with fake blood, something usual whenever you had to do Alex's make up. Marco took the photo with his phone, he said something that made you both laugh, and it was the most beautiful photo ever. 

You remembered that day. Oh, how could you not? It had been an... Amazing day. 

"Alex, don't, stop that" you giggled "Come on, I have to finish this, just stay still"

"Y/N, love I cannot stay still if you're wearing those jeans" his playful eyes were glued to your ass, which made you hit his arm "God, you're so sexy"

"I'm literally covered in mud, make up and blood, Alex"

"And still you're the sexiest woman in the world, that's talent" he winked at you, and you rolled your eyes, blushing a bit. You were used to his constant flirting, but you still were shy around him. 

"Okay, whatever you say, now let me..."

You couldn't finish because he kissed you, deep and slowly. His hands cupped your face and yours gripped his shoulders to keep your balance. 

"I missed you" he muttered, kissing your cheek while pushing your body softly against his. 

"You saw me last night" you chuckled, your brushes and make up already forgotten onto the table of his trailer. 

"Not enough" he whined, his nose touched yours softly and soon you were kissing him again, how could you not? You had missed him too.

"I can't stay the night when we have to work the next day" you smiled softly when he broke the kiss "Because you know what happens..."

"Yes, we fall asleep and are late" he rolled his eyes "It only happened once... And I was too busy taking proper care of my girl to turn on the alarm" 

"It happened twice" you raised your eyebrow "And I told you to turn it on before going to sleep"

"Yes, but I got distracted again, you can't exactly blame me, can you?" 

You blushed again, shaking your head.

"I missed you too"

Alex smiled before kissing you again. Your hands went to his braided hair, and he groaned and grabbed your ass, making you giggle. 

"Do we have time?" You asked softly between kisses.

"No, but honestly I couldn't care less" he smirked before pushing you to the comfortable black couch at the other side of his trailer. 

"Alex we're gonna get fired" you chuckled while he sat down next to you, just to grab your waist and make you straddle him. Ivar's costume didn't let him move as freely as he'd like. 

"Of course, Y/N, I'm sure they'll fire Ivar the Boneless"

You rolled your eyes with a smile. 

"Idiot"

He kissed you again, his hands caressing your ass roughly while he bit your lips. 

He unbuttoned your jeans quickly, his hand immediately caressing your sex over your underwear. You moaned, moving your hips against his hand and biting his lip. 

"Fuck baby you're so wet" he groaned "I need you know"

He was already hard, his cock pressing painfully against the leather of Ivar's costume. 

"I have to work, Alex" you moaned again when he pushed his hips against yours. 

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, kissing your neck softly.

"No" you giggled, your hands leaving his braids to try and unbutton his trousers, cursing when you realized the costume was too hard to take off. 

Alex pushed your trousers and underwear down at the same time you freed his cock. 

You moaned loudly when he thrusted into you, throwing your head back while he gripped your waist. 

You woke up on your couch. Your laptop was now turned off, out of battery, and you were still dressed. Your phone was on the floor, you probably let it fall while sleeping. 

Rubbing your eyes, you sat on the couch, confused. 

It took you a few seconds to remember what had happened the night before. Alex had broken up with you. 

You cleared your throat, licking your lips with your eyes narrowed. Maybe it's only a nightmare. Maybe I was too tired and I fell asleep before calling him. 

You unlocked your phone, looking for Alex's message asking where were you, or maybe a missed call. But there was nothing. 

You entered Instagram. Maybe he had replied to your stories, the ones you posted the day before wearing one his hoodies, which you had stolen from him the last night you spent together. 

But he hadn't messaged you on Instagram either. In fact, he stopped following you. 

You gasped, realizing it wasn't a nightmare. You did talk to him before falling asleep, and he broke up with you. 

Feeling an unfamiliar pressure on your chest, you tried to control your breathing, but in your head you couldn't stop hearing him. 

This is not going to work.

You threw your phone away. You heard it cracking when it hit the wall, but you couldn't care less. Covering your face, you cried again, and again. And the pressure in your chest didn't disappear. 

It became easier, to hear his name in television, or to see his face in a picture on Instagram. It was better, with time. The pressure didn't disappear, but you could say his name, and talk about him without crying. 

He never texted you, or followed you back on Instagram, he didn't acknowledge you again. Even Marco, who had been one of your best friends, stopped talking to you. He did call you a few times after the break up, asking whether you were okay or needed something, but someday you just stopped talking. 

You were proud of yourself, as you thought you'd stay at home for weeks only crying and feeling miserable. But instead you made an effort and went out, to work and to meet some friends. You even met a couple of guys for a date, but it didn't go well. You just didn't feel what you were supposed to feel, what you felt with Alex. 

You missed him, yes, and some nights you cried a bit in bed, but you were trying, and that made you proud. 

Everything was going well... Until that morning. 

"But... I can't go to Copenhagen, please, just... Can't I be transferred to Stockholm or Oslo? Maybe one of the girls going there prefers Copenhagen... It's closer!" You begged, biting your lip. Your boss, a woman in her forties, rolled her eyes. In her hands she had the list that ruined your life in a few seconds. 

"Y/N, you literally begged me to transfer you to Copenhagen when I first asked you, and I had to do a few changes to get you a place in there, so we cannot change it, you'll have to go to Denmark" she sighed, shaking her head. 

"Please, just..."

"Get back to work, Y/N, and I don't want to hear anything about this, you'll be ready to travel to Copenhagen next week or you'll have to find another job"

She turned around and left you in there, with your heart beating faster and faster. 

"Sorry, Y/N" your co-worker, Emily, pouted while hugging you softly, she had been present during your whole 'please don't send me to the city where I can see my fucking ex' show "At least we'll be together"

"Yeah" you sighed. 

Some months ago, before Alex and you broke up, your boss informed you that they were opening new stores in some other countries in Europe, starting with Scandinavia. They had offered some temporal jobs in Copenhagen, Oslo and Stockholm for all those who wanted to go there and train new employees, giving make up classes and supervising the opening of the stores. You had immediately applied for Copenhagen, and talked to your boss to beg her to give you a place in Denmark. Emily had supported you, saying you had taken danish classes and could speak a bit the local language. It wasn't a lie, Alex had given you a few 'classes' in danish, but usually they ended up with a make out session or even sex, so you weren't sure they actually counted. 

Emily had been one of your best friends since you started working in there. She was blonde, tall with beautiful green eyes, and one of the nicest persons you had ever met. She was the one who helped you the most the days after the break up and even introduced you to one of the guys you had gone on a date with. You were very thankful for her and the fact that she was going to Copenhagen with you relieved you a bit. 

Because you had to go there, you couldn't risk losing your job. 

And Copenhagen was big right? Well, big enough to avoid Alex easily...

You weren't ready for the stress of knowing you were in the same city as Alex. Four months before, you would have killed to be in there, but now you couldn't even go to the grocery store in front of the apartment you shared with Emily in the center of Copenhagen. 

Everything reminded you of him. Even when you heard someone speaking danish, or read a sign on the street. 

It didn't help that the girls were all tall and beautiful. You felt your self-esteem decrease the instant you saw the girls you and Emily would be helping for a few weeks. He had found someone else. 

Obviously, you couldn't really serve the costumers directly, as you didn't speak danish, but helped the English speaker costumers and the danish employees with everything they needed. So in the remote possibility that Alex decided to enter that make up store, you still could avoid him. 

But your plan wasn't perfect, and you hadn't really thought about what would happen if Emily decided to drag you out to a nightclub. 

"Can you just relax? It's not like he's going to appear from nowhere, Y/N" Emily rolled her eyes. She was stunning, with a silver, tight dress that hugged her body and made her look like a supermodel. You wore a simple crop top and jeans, with your favorite heels that you were hating a bit now, as you didn't have any place to sit down and they were killing you. 

"I hope you're right" you muttered, sparing a last glance to the main door of the club "If he enters that door I'm probably going to start crying" you took a sip from your gin-tonic. 

"Hey, I'm proud of you" she smiled widely "You're handling all of this really well"

"Well I'll probably have a mental breakdown soon, I hope we have alcohol near when that happens" you sighed, making her chuckle. 

"Try and control that mental breakdown because there's two very hot guys coming here and..."

Oh no, you already had had your dose of danish guys for the rest of your life, you really didn't need that.

Taking another sip of your drink, you turned around, a bit more dizzy, and tried to smile politely. 

"Hej" they were tall, as everyone was in that country, with blue eyes and light hair. They looked alike a lot, which made you think maybe they were brothers. 

"Hi" Emily smiled happily "I'm Emily"

"Oh, you're not danish?" One of the guys seemed very surprised. You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.

"From Ireland" she tilted her head in an adorable way. You hold back a laugh by taking your glass to your lips once again.

"Oh, that's cool" the guys' eyes were glued to her cleavage "We're Adam and Alex"

You almost choked with your drink, Emily looked at you worried and bit her lip. 

"Which one of you is Alex?" She asked with a smile, trying to pretend nothing was wrong. The other guy, who hadn't talked at all, raised his hand with a wide smile on his lips "Lovely, would you like to dance?" She took his hand without waiting for his answer, leading him to the dance floor... And leaving you alone with the other one. 

"Sorry about that" you cleared your throat when you saw his disappointed expression "She's... Impulsive"

"Oh don't be sorry" he smiled again. You had to take another sip when you realized his accent was similar to Alex's.

"I'm Y/N" you introduced yourself, he nodded and sat down next to you.

"Lovely name... Tell me, Y/N, are you in Copenhagen for long?"

"A few weeks" you bit your lip, not really wanting to talk to him.

"Well maybe if we know each other better you won't want to leave" he winked at you and you looked away trying really hard not to cringe. 

You were going to need a few more shots. 

Alex sighed, leaning back onto the wall next to his apartment. He was waiting for one of his friends, who had gone to the bathroom before going out. He loved going out with his friends, but that day he didn't really wanted to. 

He had dreamt with you. He dreamt you came to Copenhagen and surprised him, and everything was perfect. 

Too bad he woke up and realized that was not going to happen. 

"You okay, Alex?" Marco was next to him, eyeing him worried "Maybe you shouldn't have drank that shot"

"I'm fine" he rubbed his eyes "Just tired, that's all, I'm gonna come home soon tonight"

Marco sighed. It was weird to see Alex so down, he even missed when he was drunk and being annoying. He felt bad for him.

"Come on, Alex" Marco smiled softly "Try not to think about it, okay?"

"Yes, sorry I'm like this, I just..." 

"Hey, I understand, don't worry, okay?"

Alex smiled back at him. Marco had been his biggest support since he broke up with you, he even talked to you sometimes to make sure you were okay... Alex wouldn't ever forgive himself for hurting you. 

When they finally managed to arrive at the nightclub, Alex was a bit more cheerful, the alcohol had finally kicked in and he was thankful for it. 

You were the last thing on his mind while he drank and danced with his friends. Until he looked to the bar. 

The first thing he saw was your hair. He could recognize your hair anywhere, as he had been looking at you intensely for years. It was a bit shorter since the last time he saw you, but it was your hair. 

You were talking to a guy. Who was that guy? He frowned and stopped his movements while looking at you. 

No, it wasn't you. How could you be in Copenhagen? It was impossible, though that girl sitting next to the bar looked a lot like you.

"Alex!" One of his friends touched his arm to grab his attention "I'm gonna go and buy a round of shots, do you want one?"

He blinked a few times. 

"What?" He asked, shaking his head. 

"Come on man! What's wrong?" His friend looked worried.

"Sorry, it's just... There's a girl in here that looks like my ex girlfriend a lot" he said, leaning into his ear "I need a shot, come on"

As he approached the bar, he looked at you nervously. It just can't be her, he thought, scoffing when the guy in front of you reached and touched your thigh. You would never let that guy touch you like that...

He gasped when you put his hand away softly. 

He was so focused on you that he startled when his friends shouted to the guy talking to you.

"Hej, Adam!" He laughed. 

The guy raised his head, looking at Alex's friend and laughing. 

"Hey you!" He walked past you, going to hug his friend. 

Then you turned around, and his eyes met yours. 

He couldn't believe it. He probably was already drunk or maybe dreaming. Or even hallucinating. 

You felt like throwing up, and your eyes widened when you saw him. It couldn't be possible. 

"Y/N" he frowned again. 

"Hi" you smiled awkwardly "Alex"

"What... What are you doing here?" He cleared his throat.

"Work" you bit your lip "For a few weeks"

"You didn't tell me"

"I didn't know you wanted me to tell you"

Alex shook his head again.

"I think we need to talk" he said, pressing his lips together. He missed you too much. 

You gulped, your heart beating faster and faster. A part of you wanted to hug him, kiss him and tell him how much you had missed him and that you loved him. Because it was the truth. But the rational part of you won, and you grabbed your puse and stood up, sighing. 

"I don't think we need to do anything" you said softly, with your eyes full of tears "I think we talked enough four months ago, Alex, sorry" you said quickly, walking to the main door before he could catch you. 

Alex stood there, breathing heavily and with tears already rolling down his cheeks. 

He looked at his friend, who kept talking to Adam without noticing anything. And as there was no one who could stop him, he practically ran to the door, behind you. 

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One Sentence Summary:

She's a Puerto Rican nerd posing as her super model twin sister, and he’s a smitten, black football star.

Name That Trope:

Fuck buddies with an expiration date

I’m Not Who You Think I Am (heroine-in-deception)

Hero with Capital-t Trust issues

Nerdtastic heroine; speaks 5 languages, including Elvish!

Tattoos & Piercings & Body Art, Oh My! [Heroine Edition]

What part made you fangirl squeal:

SO! MUCH! SMEXTASTIC! BANGING!

When our WOC heroine, working in the tech industry, tells off her racist, sexist, piece-of-shit boss with the best monologue in the history of monologues...?! Guys that tea was piping hot!

Shy, awkward Sophia nerding out during her App creation brainstorm session WAS FAN-GODDAMN-GASMIC! It was next level competency porn.

Our conflict resolution pops off not with “Rich Hero Saves The Day” but instead with “Rich Hero Networks So Heroine Can Save The Day!” MY SWOONS WENT SWOONY!

Favorite Character:

Oh Sophia, fo’sure!

While the book writes both characters hella well, it connects most with our heroine. She's spunky and creative and she defies stereotypes in every conceivable way. Truly, our chick is a force of awesome NOT to be fucked with!

Sophia is a BAMF who doesn't just hilariously & affectionately call her vagina a whore for lusting after the hero....She ALSO carries the novel’s conflict (all while the hero’s Issues™ fuel her lie.)

tl;dr? She queen WORSHIP! HER!

How smexy was the smex?

THIS HERO THROWS OUT HOT-TALK LIKE I THROW OFF BRAS! 

His mouth did so much orgasmic stuff, like ejecting the words, “I can give you a tour. Or I can take you to the bedroom and bury my face between your legs. Your choice."

How did my bitch-ass, weak-ass survive this hero...AND this heroine?! Like, her giving her man's fingers some oral lovin’ was the hottest, sexiest, most dialogue-blessed scene on God’s Earth!

Our book starts with a photoshoot meet-cute that so sexually charged a bitch went comatose...then ends with the Holy Sex Trinity; finger blow jobs, car-sex & wall-sex!

NONE OF THOSE SHOULD BE HOT BUT OH MY ‘SPLODEY OVARIES IT WAS HOT!

Whose Line Is It Anyway:

"He and his dick were going to have a serious Come To Jesus talk about professionalism."

*****

Sis: I can't be in two places at once.

Her: Not unless you want to dissolve into a gelatinous glob of goo before bursting into tiny particles.

*****

"If a kiss could be deemed sex, she considered herself well and truly fucked." 

*****

"When you let people define your world, it will always be too small for you." 

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Scoring With The Wrong Twin had an explosively hot OTP, a supportive sismance, an excellently paced conflict, and tons of emotional, sexy nuance! It had all the things, hell- it WAS all the things. Imma need all y'all humans to read it. Right now.

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You’re a ginger? Jason Todd xxx Reader

You are sitting on the couch, counting the drops. Everything is quiet and you think about him, how he is doing, his anger and his smile. The knife in your hand was your mothers gift. Not the real one though but still, she was something to you. How long has it been since your departure? Six months? More, it has to be more. It hurts like it has been more. The couch is dripping, the man beside you is begging you for... His life? You are not angry or at least you keep telling yourself that. He won’t tell you the name but he doesn’t need to. You found what you were looking for. It is time to go home now.

‘‘Do you really have to leave now?’‘ You two were bathing in the sunlight as it was setting down. Jason was playing with your hair as if he has never really noticed it before. ‘‘I’ll be back in no time. Trust me, you won’t even notice. In a week there will be a new hottie warming your bed.’‘ He chuckled as you got up and went on the balcony to light yourself a cigarette. ‘‘ Did you really just say hottie? I had no idea I am dating my mother.’‘ ‘‘Which one?’‘ You really shouldn’t have said that but the shock on his face was definitely worth it. You knew you should have left then but the moment you felt his breath on your neck and his arms around your naked body ... An additional hour doesn't hurt anyone, right?

The plane is landing. It has been a while since you entered the country legally or at least people knew you were there. The first time you escaped you had to swim for days only to be found by a ship owned by the people you were running away from. At least they took you away from that horrible island. Your so called aunts made military look like kindergarten and the island wasn’t as friendly as your biological mother described it. No one is waiting for you at the airport. You remember the first time you visited Gotham. There is some kind of magic in visiting a place for the first time. It’s like making acquaintance with a potential best friend. You never know how it will end but you hope it won’t. Gotham reminds you of your ex girlfriend. The most beautiful thing you have ever seen that is constantly trying to kill you. Everything is different now. You are actually friends with the people who you tried so hard to avoid. The Bat family. You need to call Richard about that move he promised he would teach you and Barbara will probably kick your ass (or at least try) if you two don’t meet for coffee or patrol. But first, food.

‘‘Wait, you’re a ginger?’‘ He actually blushed. Why is there never a phone in your hand when Jason is showing clear and amusing signs of embarrassment? You should have stopped laughing since you two were on a mission for the Bat Boss and your laugh was clearly not doing doing wonders for your cover or your ability to breathe. The damn dress didn’t help with the last either. You don’t remember how the mission ended, you two probably kicked some ass and had a long discussion with the Bat Boss about brutality but you do remember the end of that night and what happened to that annoying yet expensive dress. You two were lying on the floor because beds are too mainstream and you laughed and laughed through the night waiting for the sun to come up. ‘‘I still cannot believe you are a ginger.’‘ ‘‘Really? I have come back from the dead and me being a ginger is the part you are having a hard time believing?’‘ You were still laughing when he literally rolled onto you and tried to shut you up with a kiss. He was never good at shutting you up but he had his moments. This wasn’t one of those moments. You just weren’t able to stop laughing so he started laughing too. ‘‘You helped me with my list.’‘ ‘‘ Your list?’‘ ‘‘Yeah, I have fuck Jason Todd and fuck a ginger. Now I can cross both at the same time.’‘ In that moment you knew but by the gods you would never tell anyone the truth. You chuckled and he gave you that ‘what dirty thought have you got now’ look. You didn’t tell him. You know, actions speak louder than words.

The Wayne mansion, best food in Gotham. Alfred made you lunch, breakfast? You never know what time it is these days. Maybe it was dinner already? Someone hugs you from behind while you’re stuffing your mouth with the best Bubble and Squeak cakes in the world. Judging from the height it could only be Damian. He starts asking you about the mission and you just throw him an USB key and pause your food slaughter just enough to say: ‘’ Made one just for you, little demon.’’ His reaction to the nickname is, as predicted, quite amusing. ‘’Why? You thought father doesn’t trust me with this kind of information, amazon princess?’’ ‘’No. I believe he fears your intellect.’’ Just a pinch less of sarcasm and you would have gone away with it. You should have stayed quiet. ‘’That was a nice hug though. Am I getting under your skin?’’ You have gone too far and really you should have punched yourself in the face for being so insensitive. Lucky for you, there is always a way to cheer little Dami up. ‘’Want to show Richard and the girls how real warriors fight?’’ If you weren’t as deranged as his father, his violence based joy would concern you. ‘’They are not here.’’ ‘’Why do you think your father installed cameras? It’s like those workout videos with less spandex and more blood.’’ 

He truly is a demon. You have never been more proud. You are also extremely happy that you can’t have children. They would have been worse. Much worse. 

‘‘Who are you?’‘ The night you met him and kicked his sexy little ass he asked you the same question. Who are you? You couldn’t tell him. Mainly because you are not so sure yourself. You were... are a lab experiment, a mixture of human and amazon DNA that shouldn’t be able to exist. Well, you know, if science doesn’t work, use magic. So they did. You are not complaining, the powers are great and the fact that you can make your bed with a snap of a finger is probably the next best thing. Funny, even thinking about that night makes you sarcastic. Later, when you two admitted  this was more than just friends with benefits, you still couldn’t tell him. You remember the training, the experiments that left those scars on your body, the pain when they invaded your mind over an over again. You never met the donors, they never knew you existed. Your mother was the sun that burned your skin during training and your father was the ringing in your head when they tried to tear your mind apart. And they did. They planted your parents’ worst memories. They wanted you to feel everything they felt in those moments. It was supposed to make you obey since they could bring them back whenever you thought of being a rebel. And it hurt. 

‘‘Stop messing around.’‘ The bomb was ready to explode. Jason, Damian, everyone was there. They would have all died. You heard the sound that made you brave for a few seconds. The bomb went off and you contained it. All that raw power. It would destroy at least half of the city and lets not talk about radiation. So you contained it, but that was the catch. You could feel blood pouring down as you tried to stop the explosion. You could either heal yourself or destroy it. Slowly, you could feel the explosion disappearing into nothing, making it smaller and smaller with every beat of your heart. Your blood can be duplicated if you know how. Sadly, they didn’t. The pressure disappeared and you fell to the ground. You thought this was it. You thought that you will die in the stupidest way possible, from a bullet wound. Your body already started healing itself and at this point it hurt like hell since there was barely anything left from you. You screamed and nobody could stop the pain. They could only watch and even that was too much for some.He was right next to you, holding you, shouting your name, as if that was going to make a difference. You passed out and woke up five hours later in the Batcave. That was when he asked you to move in with him and you still couldn’t tell him. You still couldn’t tell him the truth about who you are. 

You open the door. Everything smells like cigarettes and rotten food. The fridge is empty and the living/dining room is a mess. It’s 10.00 PM and nobody is home. You clean the kitchen (magic, remember) and you sit on the balcony with a cigarette in your mouth and a whiskey in your hand. You need it or at least you think you do. A few hours later you wake up in bed, in his T-shirt and nothing else. He is sitting on the end of the bed. You turn on the light only to be shocked by his appearance. He has red hair. Literally red, as in the dress of the sexiest woman alive red. You gasp. ‘’I wanted to surprise you. I stopped dying my hair and asked a friend to make them natural again. You know, for your list. But then you were gone for so long. I thought I would never see you again. So I kept them. As a reminder or something.’’ You can feel the tears rushing down your cheek. His beard has grown wild, like a garden whose owner died, but you can still see him. His beautiful jawline, those wonderful lips and those horrifying eyes that are breaking your heart with all the pain that they try to hide. He let his real hair grow to surprise you. ‘’Now you can really check of fucking a ginger.’’ You chuckle. He fucking did that. He made a joke while you were crying and he knows you don’t cry. The first time you did, he thought someone will die, most likely him. You feel the urge to flee and he knows that. He pulls you closer and you let him kiss you, again and again untill you forget why you are afraid. His red hair smells like blood and gun powder. He smells like death and judgement. You close your eyes and whisper his name. You pull him as close as you can and kiss him because admit it, he is all you thought about for the last half a year. You need him as much as he needs you and for the first time you are not being rational about it. You just need him to be here, with you, as long as he can, because if anybody understands how unimportant an innocent life can be to a crazy criminal, it’s you two. And for fuck sake you love him.

You can hear him breathing next to you, he is so calm and peacefull. It’s hard to believe he is a killing machine. And yet he let his ginger soul sucking hair grow for you. He opens his eyes. ‘’How did you know?’’ ‘’I spent the whole night at your bed when you got poisoned, remember? And I spent many night in your bed, so ...’’ ‘’Don’t tell me.’’ ‘’You snore a bit.’’ ‘’Nooo.’’ He pulls you closer and starts kissing you again. His red hair tickles your nose and your laughter fills the room. For the first time he stops and just stares at you, like he used to. You could see how he would smile at the gold dust in your eyes and raise his eyebrow at the beauty of your lips. You always convinced yourself he adores you but when he looks at you like this, you know this can only be described as a stupid, overglorified emotion such as love. ‘’You took my heart.’’ Cliche. ‘’Good thing you can’t take my soul.’’ He laughs and you are not afraid anymore. He won’t leave you and hilariously you won’t leave either. ‘’Jason, I need to tell you something. It’s about my parents.’’

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Ashley and her boss

    Ashley was employed as a secretary in a small office for a pharmaceutical company.  In fact, she was the lone secretary, and most of her work day was spent in the office with no one else but her boss in the tiny office. 

     Ashley, 24, was a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair and a firm, shapely body.  She was well aware that her pretty looks and smile got her this job.  The young lady was also aware that she kept this job solely for her willingness to "put out" for her lustful boss.  Ashley realised that she was not the greatest secretary in the world, and could easily be replaced by someone with better skills and experience. So by offering herself to the boss, she was able to keep her job.     On a slow midday afternoon, Ashley was seated at her desk in the office, reclining in a swivel chair and filing her long, red fingernails.  A radio playing pop music could be heard in the background, and Ashley gently swayed her head from side to side, in tune with the song.

    She always dressed to impress, knowing that the boss must stay interested in her.  Today, she was wearing a barely-there white miniskirt which did little to conceal her hips and crotch. She also had on a black and white blazer which hugged her body in a delicious way.  Though small and petite for the most part, this woman had a large set of breasts, both of which strained hard against the blazer top.  She wore black high-heels and her blonde hair was styled in waves down her shoulders and slender back.

    "Ashley?" came a male voice through the intercom system.

    "Yes sir?" she responded, pressing the intercom button.

    The gruff-sounding man coughed before saying, "Ashley, I need you in my office.  I need you to take DICKtation for me."

    Ashley smiled, knowing that he did not mean Dictation.  That was their secret code - DICKtation - for playtime.  Instead of just saying it flat out, both thought it would be better to come up with a clever code - simply because of the possibility that another person could be in the office and hear them.

    "I'll be right there, sir," the woman said in a sweet tone.     In the adjoining office, the 59 year old boss was already sporting an erection in his slacks.  Stan had been married to the same woman for close to 30 years and like most men in his situation, he had developed a wandering eye, especially when it came to nubile young beauties, such as his secretary.

    Stan had often fantasied about an affair with a woman who was Ashley's age but never really thought it would happen.  He hired her last year to have a pretty young woman to work with, but found out after a week that she was very lacking when it came to being a secretary.  He brought her into his office one morning to fire her, but soon found the nympho stripping her clothes off, saying she would do ANYTHING to keep this job.     Stan, not a fool, decided to keep her as an employee.     Ever since that day, Ashley does whatever her boss tells her, no matter how kinky or bizarre he wishes to get with her.  That is how she keeps her job.  Stan, however, often has to do some paperwork that a secretary would normally be able to take care of.  With Ashley, whom he really thought of as a "dumb blonde" (but a dumb blonde who gives great head), her secretarial skills were extremely lacking.

    Stan, of course, kept this little affair from his wife.  He also kept it confined to the office (except for that one weekend when he and Ashley went to an adult motel - but that is another story).  He really liked the sex-only relationship that he and his knockout secretary shared.

    Ashley liked it, too.  Although Stan was almost old enough to be her grandfather, she thought of him as extremely skilled and knowledgeable when it came to sex.  The snobby blonde never once thought that she would enjoy going to work five days a week, but now, she does enjoy working.  Basically, her job entailed a few secretarial tasks, but mostly being a "Tickle-Me-Ashley Doll". That was one thing which she was really skilled at.     "Good afternoon, sir," Ashley greeted, stepping into her boss' office.  "How are we today?"

    "Great," he responded.  "Look, I just caught up with all of my work and don't expect anything for another hour or so.  That means, of course, you and I have some time for each other."  He took off his glasses and gave a lecherous smile.  "Did you take all the necessary precautions?"

    "Of course," she replied.  Those precautions were locking the office door and putting the OUT TO LUNCH - BE BACK SOON sign on it, plus flipping on the answering machine to handle all incoming telephone calls.  "I always take care of all that," she added.

    "It's better to be safe than sorry, sweetheart," Stan said.

    Ashley stepped closer to her boss and began unbuttoning her blazer top.  She stood directly in front of him and peeled the business coat from her body, then let it drop to the floor.  Stan smiled up at her in delight, admiring her large, jug-like breasts and the sexy white bra which concealed them from his view.

    "I was hoping I could do some DICKtation for you today, sir,"

Ashley said in her most coy, innocent tone.  "In fact, I would like to do it every single day."

    He smiled, reaching up and palming her breasts in his hands. "I can't do this every day, Ashley. You'd wear me out!"  He pulled her down into his lap, and wrapped an arm around her tiny waist.  "Tell me, how is your boyfriend?"

    Ashley smiled with delight.  "Oh, Robert is wonderful!  Just last night, he came over and gave me a good, hard fucking."

    Stan grinned, imagining the sight of his gorgeous secretary and her stud, musclebound boyfriend taking part in a heated lovemaking session.  The thought made him even more excited.

    The lustful boss put his hand on Ashley's inner thigh and gently rubbed her there.  Then, he looked into her deep brown eyes and smiled again, before saying, "What did you two exactly do?" He knew full well that Ashley really loved to share her experiences, with just about anyone who would listen to her.

    "We did EVERYTHING," she replied, in a gasp.  "But the best part was when he made me lean over the kitchen table, so he could fuck me in that position!"  She smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah, that was the best part. Really, really erotic!"

    "You're nothing but a little slut!" Stan exclaimed, teasing her, as he liked to do.  Actually, he enjoyed being able to call a woman such names.  "You're a little nymphomaniac!"

    "So?" Ashley grinned.  "I can't argue with the truth."

    Stan reached around her back and unhooked the bra she wore. "Tell me more, sweetheart."  He slipped her bra off, baring her huge breasts and the big, thick and rounded nipples which he loved so much.  "Tell me more about what happened last n ight."

    "Well..." Ashley trailed off for a second.  "Well, another good part was when I was on my knees, giving him a blowjob – he came all over my face!"  She laughed. "You know how much I like it, sir, when YOU cum on my face."

    "Of course," Stan smirked, his erection at full strength now.

"Ahh, Ashley... why don't you give me a blowjob now?  This seems to be the perfect time for it."

    The shapely young blonde smiled and slipped from his lap, down to her knees.  "Earn my paycheck, sir?" she asked sweetly.

    "Maybe earn a raise," he hinted.

    "Oooooh!" she squealed.  "I like that!"

    Ashley unloosed her boss' belt and unbuttoned his slacks, then slid them down far enough so she could have access to his cock.  She pushed his boxer shorts down far enough so his prick popped out into full view.  It was sticking straight up, like a flagpole.  That was how Ashley liked it most.

    Stan sighed and groaned in delight as the gorgeous bimbo gave him yet another expert blowjob, her speciality.  As he watched her blonde head slide up and down over his stiff cock, her lips sealed around it, he wondered to himself how many guys she had done this to in her life.  "Definitely a lot," he mumbled.

    "What?" Ashley asked, looking up at him, her hand now just encircling his hard member.

    "Uhh, nothing, sweetheart," he coughed.  "Please, please… just keep doing what you were doing."

    "With pleasure," was her perky reply, before she wrapped her lips around his prick again.

    Ashley took pride in her cock sucking skills.  She wanted every man to remember her as the best cocksucker they had ever known in their entire life.  She was never quick or greedy during this particular sex act.  Ashley would always take her sweet time giving head, wanting to drive her man to insanity. She figured the longer a blowjob takes, the better it is.

    Low, guttural moans emanated from her throat as she dined upon Stan's prick, now licking it like a lollipop.  She again closed her lips around it, and now took him deep inside her mouth.  Stan groaned himself as he felt his cock head brushing hard against the back of her throat.

    "You really are special, Ashley," Stan told her.  "Any man in his right mind would beg on their knees to get their hands on that hot body of yours."

    "They don't have to beg," Ashley gagged, her mouth full of cock.  "Asking will usually do the trick!"

    "Slut!" the boss laughed, repeating himself.  "I'm so lucky; I have the sexiest, most desirable slut secretary in the world! A secretary who does DICKtation!"     "I prefer DICK by itself," she squealed.

    Ashley kept working, her mouth acting like a strong vacuum, feeling to Stan as though she wanted to swallow his cock right down her throat, and never let it leave.  She truly was an expert when it came to giving head.  Stan was sure of that.

    As much as he enjoyed this, though, Stan knew that it would be wise for him to put an end to it.  He wanted to fill her pussy a lot more than he wanted to ejaculate in her mouth.  The 59 year old wondered if he would have the strength to "get it up" two times in a row for her, if he was to shoot off in her mouth. Perhaps he would; perhaps he wouldn't.  It was a chance that did not seem worth taking.

    "Ashley, sweetheart, stop," he told her, and she looked up at him with a quizzical expression.  "It's not that I don't enjoy what you're doing, sweetheart - it's just I want to fuck your pussy a lot more than I want to fuck your mouth."

    "Okay," the blonde pouted, rising up to her feet.  Ashley did understand his limitations, although she hated to stop ("I didn't get to finish sucking his cock!").  She kept quiet though, and didn't voice her feelings.

    Stan noticed the pout upon her face, but he knew this woman too well.  She would forget about wanting to blow him once he stuffed his prick between her thighs.  He was positive of that.

    Stan leaned forward and roughly kissed each of Ashley's breasts and nipples as he slipped her miniskirt down and off, followed immediately by her G-string.  He then rose to his feet and put his arms around the secretary, and lifted her into the air with his hands on her ass.  Ashley giggled in delight as she was set down upon the edge of the desktop, then she opened her legs, all ready and prepared for her pervert boss.

    Stan quickly stepped out of his slacks and boxers and then grasped his cock with his right hand.  He moved forward and nudged himself between Ashley's widespread thighs, then punched his stiff prick hard and deep into her.

    Ashley moaned and wailed in sudden delight, the older man's thick, long cock filling her to the hilt.  She looked up at him and smiled, then nodded her head.

    Stan watched her and then started pumping his cock in and out of Ashley, him standing and her seated on the very edge of the desk, her thighs opened and spread wide for his lustful advances. His hands were underneath her, squeezing her tight ass cheeks, lifting her hips up to meet each of his downward thrusts.

    "What would your wife think if she saw us now?" the secretary teased him.  "Do you think she would like this?"

    "Probably not," Stan laughed, short of breath, pumping the blonde as hard and as fast as he could.

    Stan then remembered an X-rated movie he rented a few nights back, where a busty blonde just like Ashley was gang-banged by six studs at once.  Stan was certain that this little sex pot of a secretary could not only handle six guys at once, but she would probably wind up wanting more!  After all, he didn't call her a "Tickle-Me-Ashley Doll" for nothing.

    "OHHHHH little slut," the boss groaned, doing his best not to experience an orgasm yet.  His hips just kept pumping, like awell-oiled machine, his cock burning her insides with its lustful heat.  "You're nothing but a little secretary slut... but at least you're MY little secretary slut!"

    "Fuck me, sir!" she begged him.  "FUCK ME HARDER!"

    So close to passionate explosion, Stan didn't know if he could give it to her any harder.  He had to try, though.  There was no way he could deny such a request.

    Stan screamed himself as he somehow found the energy to pump himself into her even faster.  The orgasm was close, but he kept saying "Not yet!  Not yet!  Not yet!" in his mind.

    "OHHHHH GOD!" Stan thundered as he could no longer contain himself.  He quickly pulled out of her velvet-like pussy and aimed his prick directly at her stomach.

    The first gush lashed out and landed on her flat belly.  With a lot of experience in this area, Ashley had the piece of mind to slip down from the desk and onto her knees.  She then took hold of Stan's cock herself, and aimed it straight at her face.

     Rockets of cum spurted out and landed in various spots upon her face, the majority of the blasts coating her eyes and nose. Ashley giggled like the stereotypical blonde bimbo, wallowing in the feel of his sperm splashing and washing over her face.

    Stan fell down into his chair, exhausted.  Ashley's youthful exuberance shined through as she giggled and grasped his cock again, before taking a seat in his lap.  She wrapped her left arm around his neck and shoulder, and kissed him on the forehead.

    "You're the best boss in the world!" she chirped, her hand squeezing his now-flaccid cock, cum dripping from her chin.  "Ihope that I get to be your secretary FOREVER!"

    "So do I," Stan laughed, his hand pinching her sweet ass.

    Life was wonderful for Ashley.  The jovial, happy-go-lucky secretary was locked and secure in her job, and her sex life was as good as it ever had been.  If she wasn't on her back getting fucked by her boyfriend, the 24 year old blonde could probably be found performing her boss' favourite type of dictation with him in the small office building.     Ashley's slutty ways began when she was a teenager, and they just carried over into her adult life.  The woman simply loved to have sex.  If it was up to her, the common greeting between two people would not be a handshake or a friendly "hello".  With her, it would be a fast, hard fuck.  That would make her very happy.

    Work was easy.  Though her job title was `secretary', she was actually a sex toy for her boss.  Ashley had very little skills when it came to being a secretary.  But on the other hand, she was extremely skilled when it came to sex.  She would go to work every Monday through Friday and do a few secretarial tasks, but was always ready for her lustful, much older boss.  Over the past year, the young lady had learned that Stan, her 59 year old boss, could call on her at any given time for another round of sex.     On this particular afternoon, Ashley was comfortably seated at her desk in the office, busy writing a letter to one of her out-of-state friends.  It was her best way to pass the time, since she had not heard a word out of Stan all afternoon long. Not concerned with the operation of the company, Ashley was just waiting for 5:00pm to come.  That was when her shift ended.  She figured that by writing a letter, time would go by a bit faster.

    Ashley, as usual, looked beautiful.  She wore a snug-fitting black blouse which had long sleeves, and a black-and-white plaid miniskirt made of cotton and stretchy lycra.  She also had on a pair of black high-heels.  Her long, natural blonde hair was braided very nicely, and her mascara was absolutely perfect.

    "Ashley?" came Stan's voice through the intercom system.

    The young woman recognise that devious tone in his voice. She smiled because of it, while pressing the intercom button before saying, "Yes sir?"

    "I need you to take some DICKtation for me."

    The smile on Ashley's lovely face got even wider.  Her day at work had suddenly taken a turn for the better!  "Sir, give me a second, and I'll be right in."     In the adjoining office, Stan turned the intercom system off and then reached for the bulge in his slacks.  His erection was already at full strength, and it hurt because it strained against his slacks.  He gave his cock a single pump, adjusting it.  Now, he felt a bit more comfortable.

    "What the hell..." he said outloud, smiling, deciding to unbutton his slacks.  He pushed his boxers down a bit, and then his hard cock popped out into view.  It stuck straight up in the air, like a flagpole.  No longer confined, the hurt was gone.

    Stan gripped his cock as the door to his office opened, then Ashley brought herself and that hot body of hers inside.  Stan pumped himself at the sight of his secretary in her sexy outfit. "Afternoon, sweetheart," he grinned.

    "And a good afternoon to you too, sir," she said, closing the door behind her.  "Don't worry!  No one is going to bother us.  I put the `out to lunch' sign on the front door and locked it.  I also turned on the answering machine for anyone who calls."

    Stan smiled again, and motioned for his secretary to come closer.  She did, sashaying sexily over to him, and then took a seat in his lap.  "Oooooh," the slut cooed, looking down and noticing his huge erection.  "Is that for me, sir?"  She reached down and gave it a gentle pump of her own.

    "It sure is," he replied, placing a hand on her hip.  "Did I ever tell you that you're my favourite secretary of all time?"

    Ashley smiled at him.  "No, but I already knew that.  And I also know it's not because of my typing or filing skills."  Her smile became wider.  "It's because you're a dirty old man, and I let you do anything you want to me."

    "Dirty old man?" he laughed, liking that.  "What?  I'm 59 and you are 24.  But age is just a number.  I feel much younger."

    She gave his cock another squeeze.  "I'm glad you do, sir." Then, the blonde reclined back just a bit, and starting tugging at the lower half of her blouse.  "But you're still a dirty old man.  A dirty old man who cheats on his wife of 30-plus years."

    Stan shrugged his shoulders.  "If my wife was as hot as you, and as sexually driven as you, maybe I wouldn't cheat on her. But she is almost as old as me, and has no interest in sex any longer.  Where do I get my satisfaction, if not from her?"

    "From ME," Ashley grinned, pumping his hard shaft again.  "I am your little plaything; your personal fuck toy."  She kissed the tip of his nose, and giggled.  "I'm definitely not worried or upset that you cheat on your wife with me."  She shrugged her shoulders and suppressed a laugh.  "After all, you're not the only married man I have fucked in my lifetime."

    Stan grinned.  "And I likely won't be the last one, either."     Ashley pulled her form-fitting blouse over her head and off, exposing her large pair of breasts, and the tiny white bra which concealed them.  Stan reached out and cupped each jug-like globe, enjoying their vast firmness.  Ashley looked down and watched him massage her breasts for a bit, before finding his mouth for a deep and passionate kiss.

    The boss and secretary duo wrapped their arms tightly around each other as the kiss became even more extreme and heated.  Both tongues played with each other, going from mouth to mouth, as all four hands were in constant motion along shoulders and backs.

    Ashley broke off the kiss so she could began unbuttoning her boss' shirt.  Meanwhile, Stan unhooked her bra behind her back, and whisked it off.  He again cupped her breasts, thumbing each thick nipple.  Once unbuttoned, Ashley pushed his shirt down and let it fall to the floor.

    Stan embraced his secretary again, this time roughly, then leaned over and kissed each of her nipples.  Ashley, meanwhile, manoeuvred his slacks and boxers lower.  Stan responded by pushing Ashley out of his lap and then standing up, letting his his slacks and boxers fall to the floor as well.

    As he stepped out of each, Ashley dropped to her knees in front of him and grasped his cock.  Stan moaned and smiled in utter pleasure as he felt her moist lips wrap themselves hotly around his hard erection.  "No one can suck cock better than you, sweetheart," he gently told her.  "Absolutely no one."

    Stan leaned over and placed his hands upon Ashley's back as she stood in her knees in front of him.  He caressed her back and then reached lower, all the way to her skirt-clad ass.  Bent over now, Stan tightly gripped and squeezed Ashley's sweet ass as her arms were wrapped around his waist, her mouth sucking his cock.

    The blonde squealed as her boss continued groping and mauling her ass.  She rocked back slightly, jutting her backside out, so Stan could have better access to it.  He moaned as she continued blowing him, while unbuttoning the back of her black-and-white miniskirt.  He undid all three tiny buttons and then peeled the ultra-tight skirt open, and down slightly.

    Stan then reached inside the back of her skirt, and rubbed her firm ass and the frilly white panties underneath, just before pushing the skirt off, down to her knees.  The woman gyrated her hips in erotic circles as Stan's hands continued groping away.

    All the while, Ashley had been working on his hard cock, busy sucking and slurping away at it, her head bobbing back-and-forth in front of him.  She loved to give head.  It was one of her most favourite activities to take part in.  If Ashley could suck off every single man in the entire world, she would be very happy.

    Stan decided to take a seat in his office chair, and Ashley followed him, her mouth never leaving his erection.  Stan looked down and admired the sight of Ashley.  Her lips formed a big 'O' around his cock, as her brown eyes shined in delight up at him. She simply had a lovely face; a gorgeous face, and her long, stylish blonde hair framed it perfectly.  And the rest of her shapely, taut body was absolutely divine to Stan.  It looked even better now, since she was nearly nude.  All that remained on her were the high-heels and panties.

    Ashley's head continued bobbing, now over his cock, as her right hand started to pump its base.

    "I love your cock, sir," she said, taking it out and offering a long lick in the open air.  "I just love it!"

    "I love you," Stan groaned lowly, not loud enough for her to hear him.  He smiled down at her, giving her a reply.  He did love her.  If not for his wife, Stan wouldn't mind taking Ashley home and using her as his full-time fuck doll.  She was every single thing which he had ever fantasied about in a woman.

    Ashley took his cock back into her mouth and resumed her sucking action.  Stan countered by rubbing her shoulders and neck, his fingers digging erotically into her skin.  He also started thrusting his hips upward each time Ashley's mouth went on a down stroke.

    "Come here, honey," he said, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up, her mouth leaving his cock.  He reached out and quickly slid her panties down and off, then spread his legs in the chair and grasped his erection, so it pointed straight up.

    Ashley stepped astride his outstretched legs and then took a seat herself, his hard cock sliding right up into her wet pussy.

    "Oh, sir!" the slut moaned loudly, as she started to bounce up-and-down upon his thick shaft.  She used his shoulders for support as he reached out and again mauled her breasts with both hands.  Stan slumped lower in the chair, almost to the point when he was laying on it, his knees bent and feet on the carpet.

    "You're incredible, sweetheart," the boss moaned up at his secretary, watching her large breasts flop about as she bounced upon his erection.  He had a perfect view, able to watch his cock disappear and then re-appear between her thighs, in a continual pattern.  His hardness filled the slut's tight pussy, bringing her wonderful and erotic sensations of passion.

    "You're incredible too, sir!" Ashley squealed, full of lust.

    Stan smiled and grasped her hips, hoping to make her bouncing motion faster and harder.  He was successful, and it only brought more pleasure to each person.  Stan then gripped and squeezed her ass, mauling it, and continued the assistance with her bouncing.

    "FUCK SIR!" Ashley screamed, as she felt one of his fingers pressing hard against her puckered anus.

    Stan gasped and smiled up at her.  "You like that, baby?"

    "FUCK YES!" she boomed, quickly losing her modesty (not that this slut had much to begin with).  "OHHHHH!  Keep fucking me!"

    "You nasty, foul-mouthed little bitch," Stan smiled, slapping her hip with his hand.  "Someone needs to wash your mouth out!"

    "Yeah," she exclaimed, "with cum!"  Ashley moaned very loudly and then added, "Will you do that for me, sir?  Cum in my mouth?"

    "Anything you want," he said, labouring to keep up with the fast-paced sex action.  "I'll let you know when I'm ready, baby."

    "SIRRRRR!" the slut cooed, his cock pounding her insides.

    "You're nothing but a bimbo!" Stan exclaimed, enjoying the leniency to degrade her.  Ashley liked being talked down to. "You're so much a bimbo, your only worry is who you fuck next!"

    "I'm thinking about that right now!" Ashley laughed, still bouncing up-and-down wildly.  The action between them was so serious and extreme that each time Ashley went on a down stroke, her ass made a hard Slapping noise as it pounded his hips.

    "Up against the wall!" Stan exclaimed, hoping a change of sexual position would let him last a bit longer before orgasm.

    Ashley complied, quickly slipping off his hips and going over to the wall.  Still in the pair of high-heels, she placed both hands against the wall and leaned over, jutting her ass outward.  Stan quickly moved up behind her and grasped her hips, and started thrusting his cock into her pussy, once again.

    "FUCKING SLUT!" he screamed, losing himself in the heat of the moment.  The sight of Ashley bent at the waist and grabbing the wall as he fucked her pussy from behind made him feel even more excited than before.

    Stan loved this position, having the ability to grab her ass and pound his pelvis against it, while his cock infiltrated her insides.  This was also a good position for anal sex, he thought.

    Stan wanted the mutual fucking action to continue, but just couldn't hold himself in much longer.  Orgasm was imminent, and he could already tell that it was going to be a powerful one.

    "I'm gonna CUM!" he screamed, still thrusting his cock in and out of her soaked pussy.

    Ashley immediately turned around and dropped to her knees, and fastened her lips around his trembling cock.  Her fingers kneaded his balls as her mouth and tongue worked on his shaft, causing it to suddenly erupt, quicker than expected.

    Ashley gagged and then smiled as his thick, gooey sperm shot into her awaiting, thirsty mouth.  Stan closed his eyes tight and moaned in pure lust as the blonde slut beneath him busily slurped and swallowed his rich load down her throat.  He looked down and noticed her piercing brown eyes staring right back up at him.  He smiled at the sight, completely lost in lust with his very own "Tickle-Me-Ashley Doll".     "Oh, sir..." Ashley moaned as Stan took a seat on the floor beside her.  He brought his lips to hers and kissed her, not at all concerned that her mouth was coated with his own cum.  Stan then reached out and embraced his secretary, holding her close.

    "I got this private beach house down the coast," he told her. "How would you like it if we went down there for a weekend?"     "A weekend?" she asked softly, thinking.  "I'll have to ask Robert, my boyfriend, but I'm sure he won't mind since I'll be with you.  He knows what goes on between the two of us he re, you know.  But could you last for the weekend, sir?"  She smiled sweetly at him.  "I may wear you out the first night."

    Stan grinned as well.  "Don't worry, I won't wear out that easily.  I'll be prepared for an entire weekend with you."

    Ashley kissed his shoulder and said, "Instead of calling it a beach house, we'll be able to call it a fuck house!"     And after what happened at the beach house, the statement Ashley made was very accurate.

[toddbirchard-architect]

Data Engineering, Big Data, and Other Vague Vocabulary https://ift.tt/2Kh85xj

I've spent the majority of my life dreading an eternal question that governs our lives. You know the one. It's the one that comes after our ritualistic handshakes and "nice to meet you"s. The one that summarizes our place in society, in 5 words or less: "what do you?"

Most managers never seem to have this problem. My previous peers in product or engineering management roles had little trouble letting others fill in the blanks for them, but I've never been one comfortable with accepting hyperbolic inferences. For non-producing members of skilled teams, I doubt the integrity of one who nods in response to "oh, so you're the boss?" I instead relived groundhog day eternally, watching the progression where an acquaintance's eagerness to care deteriorates into realizing they don't.

A lifetime later, I landed my first title as a data engineer, and boy did that feel great! After years of enduring the cocktail-party-existential-crises, I had a real title. Fine, "manager" is a title, but this title had tangible substance! The first chance I had to introduce myself as a Data Engineer happened to be in Ibiza, in all places. As it turns out, an American stranded in Spain making friends with somebody from Bosnia has its language barriers, so the phrase "data engineer" wasn't quite translating well. The best stand-in explanation I could find was "hacker."

Data Engineers Are Definitely Not Hackers

I had a lot of assumptions about what it meant to be a "data engineer" going into it, and none of them were particularly outrageous. I'd had my hand in software development for over ten years at the time. The boom of mainstream data science bit be like a bug, like the rest of us, and something about the problems we could solve seemed to make software fun again. We weren't building worthless landing pages, or tired login screens. Instead, we could write sports betting algorithms, or mine the world's unprotected data. I already loved engineering like I loved Oreos, and this particular flavor of engineering felt like taking two Oreos apart and stick them back together: less of the lame stuff, more of the awesome stuff.

Data Engineering isn't really Software Engineering

Obviously you need to be a software engineer to some capacity to be a data engineer. That said, the concerns of data engineers fall further away from the tree than I ever initially anticipated.

Most programming work I engaged in before data revolved heavily around algorithms, whether I realized it at the time or not. Building consumer and business-facing products entails more moving parts than any single human can account for. Software worth using is an effort between many people accountable for many services, which make up some abstract entity used by vast quantities of unreasonable people (I kid). The challenge of engineering something complex comes in the clever decisions we make to leverage simplicity. The first time I ever dissected a Walkman, or took the lid off a toilet, or taken apart a mechanical pen, the reaction is always the same: "that's it?" And yet, "that's quite genius."

A Day In The Life

The skills and duties of data engineering teams zero consistency between companies. Some shops integrate data engineers with data scientists and analysts to supplement those teams. Other companies have massively siloed "big data" teams, which are almost always made up of Java developers who have seemingly found a comfortable (and lucrative) niché, forever married to MapReduce without the burdens of cross-department communication. Unfortunately, this scenario is far more common.

Most of a data engineer’s responsibilities revolve around ETL: the art of moving data from over there to over here. Or, perhaps also there. And yet, likely here, there, and there (and oh yeah, it nothing is allowed to break, even though those things are different). The concept feels straightforward. It is. We're also dealing with incomprehensibly massive amounts of data, so it's also repetitively stressful. Straightforward and stressful aren't the sexiest adjectives to live by.

Tools Over Talent

Luckily for us, our company isn't the first company to work with data- that’s where our predetermined catalog of “big data” tools comes in. No matter how different data teams are between companies, the inescapable common ground is that data Engineering is largely about tools. We’re talking Apache Hadoop, Apache Spark, Apache Kafka, Apache Airflow, Apache 2: Electric Boogaloo, and so forth.  

Working with each of these things is a proprietary skill of its own. PySpark is essentially its own language masquerading as Python. Hadoop's complexity serves little purpose other than to ensure old school data engineers have jobs. Each of these tools are behemoths, each of which was created to do a very specific thing in a very specific way. Becoming adept at Spark doesn’t make you a better engineer, or a problem solver: it just makes you good at using Spark. Airflow is a powerful tool for organizing and building data pipelines. With all it’s included bells and whistles, Airflow offers teams power and structure at no cost. It’s obvious that Airflow (and equivalent) are “the right tool” upon using it, but structure comes at a price to human beings. It’s only a matter of time before I’m aware I’m mindlessly executing things in the only possible fashion they might be executed. Unlike building complex systems, it feels like data engineering only has so much room for clever optimization.  

This doesn’t seem so bad to a 9-5 worker looking to live their non-office lives: hoarding lucrative knowledge is an easy way to pay the bills. What bothers me is this mindset can only prevail if the person harnessing does not actually enjoy programming. In every software engineering interview I've ever had, there's inevitably been some sort of hour-long algorithm whiteboard session where you optimize your brute force O(n^2) algorithm to O(n). While those are stressful, people who enjoy programming usually walk out of those interviews feeling like they enjoyed it. I've never been asked an algorithm question in a data engineering interview. Those go more like this:

Have you ever had a situation where you had to configure a Kafkta instance using the 76C-X configuration variable on the 27 of May during a full moon?

I see you've worked with SQS, Kinesis, Kafka, Pub/Sub, and RabbitMQ, but have you ever worked with [obscure equivalent service this company uses, with the implication that it isn't exactly the same]

I know you're not too hot on Hadoop, but can you tell me about the inner workings of this specific feature before it was depreciated 3 years ago anyway?

I'm running a PC with 4 cores and 16 gigs of ram, looking to parse a 200,000-line JSON file while vacationing with my family in Aruba. Which Python library would you use to engage Python's secret Hyperthreaded Voltron I/O Super Saiyan skill, and what kind of load would my machine be under as a result?

I'm barely kidding about these... even the last one. If Silicon Valley's primary hiring philosophy prioritizes smart people who can learn, data engineering interviews measure whether your wealth of useless trivia is culturally acceptable by people who value that sort of thing.

We Need To Address "Big Data"

I've been making some vast generalizations so far. I don't truly believe all data engineers share the same personality traits. In fact, there are at least two kinds of data people in this world: people who say "big data" unironically, and those who don't. I'm the latter. The complaints I have about our profession are directed at the former.

There's a big difference between a startup looking to "revolutionize the world with AI," and startups looking to leverage machine learning to optimize a case where it makes sense. Given the cheapness and implied misunderstanding of the term, simply hearing the phrase "AI" in a conversation has me questioning credibility. Don't get me started on Blockchain.

Big data has no actual definition other than "a lot of data." Trying to track down the origins of the phrase results in endless pages of data companies spewing absurd jargon (and hilariously copy+pasted definitions from one another), proudly aligning themselves with the new world order of Big Data. One article titled "A Brief History of Big Data" starts at the year 18,000 BCE. Get over yourselves.

In reality, the phrase "Big Data" started to pick up pace around 2012:

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We have Doug Laney to blame for coining the phrase in 2001, but if I had to guess, the trend seems much more closely correlated with the rise of Hadoop.

Hadoop enabled companies to work with and process much larger data than before, thus "Big Data" was technically relatively accurate. Java was by far the most common programming language being learned by new developers, being the de facto choice for school curriculum and general programming. I imagine it was an easy choice for many to double down on the language they knew by leveraging their knowledge and being Hadoop subject-matter experts. That's twice the job security and twice the skills!

Most people I know who overly emphasize their "big data" expertise are in fact Java/Hadoop guys. They're quick to ask how many petabytes or exabytes of data your last pipeline ran, fiercely keeping the gate open for only the Biggest of Data. They don't want to learn new programming languages. They don't want to see which data warehouse best fits their needs by reading the whitepapers. They don't want to question if it's really necessary for a cluster of hundreds of nodes to run small nightly jobs. They want to cling to a time where they made two good consecutive life decisions and partied to the Big Data anthem.

Bigger Doesn't Mean Better

Some data engineers are exactly what their titles imply: engineers with a specialty in data. On the other side of this, there's a rampant culture of gatekeeping and self-preservation which is almost certainly destroying company budgets in ways which aren't visible.

Data engineering teams with headcounts in the double-digits clock 8 hours a day, over-implementing systems too obsolete to turn profits for Cloudera, Hortonworks, or MapR. If these teams had consisted of software engineers as opposed to big data engineers, we would have teams focused on creating the best solutions over the easiest ones.

July 31, 2019 at 12:24AM

[wildflower-daydreamer]

Chapter 7 - I Did Something Bad

I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift

I never trust a narcissist, but they love me / So I play 'em like a violin / And I make it look oh so easy / 'Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three / This is how the world works / Now all he thinks about is me

I can feel the flames on my skin / Crimson red paint on my lips / If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing / I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming

They say I did something bad / Then why's it feel so good? / They say I did something bad / But why's it feel so good? / Most fun I ever had / And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could / It just felt so good, good

I never trust a playboy, but they love me / So I fly 'em all around the world / And I let them think they saved me / They never see it comin', what I do next / This is how the world works / You gotta leave before you get left

I can feel the flames on my skin / He says, "Don't throw away a good thing" / But if he drops my name, then I owe him nothin' / And if he spends my change, then he had it comin'

They say I did something bad / Then why's it feel so good? / They say I did something bad / But why's it feel so good? / Most fun I ever had / And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could / It just felt so good, good

It just felt so good

They're burning all the witches even if you aren't one / They got their pitchforks and proof, their receipts and reasons / They're burning all the witches even if you aren't one / So light me up, light me up / Light me up, go ahead and light me up / Light me up, light me up / Light me up, light me up 

They say I did something bad / Then why's it feel so good? / They say I did something bad / But why's it feel so good? / Most fun I ever had / And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could / It just felt so good, good

Oh, you say I did something bad / Then why's it feel so good, good? / So bad, why's it feel so good? / Why's it feel, why's it feel so good? / It just felt so good, good

Sansa - March 2017

Sansa had been living in London for seven months when she decided it was time for her to be brave again for different reasons. He can’t get away with this, she angrily thought to herself as she walked to her flat.

She was enjoying living in London, it felt like she was starting fresh. As much as she missed home, her family, and her friends, she could tell this was working for her. She went out with her lovely coworkers often and was having fun, making sure she stayed away from flirtatious men. She definitely missed Jon, and for a while after she moved there, it was hard for her to not regret leaving him. But she was here for herself and she was working on it. 

Oddly, one day she received a call from Petyr Baelish. Her mom’s old family friend who was on the board at her family’s Winterfell Inc. had moved to the London office soon after she moved there. Sansa thought it was weirdly coincidental. Petyr was a sneaky, calculating man, but he had always been extremely nice to Sansa and her family, especially her mother. She knew the story, Petyr grew up with Catelyn and her sister and he had always had a thing for Catelyn. Some people still thought he carried a torch for her to this day. 

Sansa had no problem with him, even enjoyed his company and learned life lessons, as he called it, from him. Until Ramsey Bolton happened. It was Petyr’s suggestions that led her to be with Ramsey. He made Ramsey seem so great and loving. Petyr seemed to really want her to be with Ramsey, which felt a little weird to her, but Sansa trusted Petyr. So she began to date Ramsey, hoping he’d be everything Petyr made him out to be. He wasn’t. And there had been many nights where she lay softly crying in bed and her mind would wonder why Petyr wanted this and if he had actually known how much of a monster Ramsey was. One day she found out. She overheard a whispered conversation Ramsey was having on the phone with his father. “Have you given Baelish a seat on the board of directors yet, father? He brought me Sansa and it’s what he requested. Well technically he wants to be the vice president, but just give him a seat and let him hope.” So Sansa had been used as a bargaining chip. Petyr sold her out so he can move up in another company, the Bolton’s Dreadfort Enterprises. What she still didn’t know was if Petyr knew just how horrible Ramsey was or if he thought he was just setting her up with a rich heir. It wasn’t long after that when Sansa finally got away from Ramsey and she noticed how Petyr never left Winterfell Inc. for the Bolton’s company, she imagined they rescinded their offer once she left. She never told her family about that deal, she didn’t know if she’d be taken seriously or maybe she had just read the situation wrong.

She agreed to meet up with Petyr for a drink after he reached out to her. He profusely apologized for Ramsey, laying a caring, fatherly charm on her. She almost believed how sincere he was, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that brought her back to reality. She pretended to believe him, accepting his apologies. And then he brought up Winterfell, if her father likes running the company, his health, if her mother’s happy, and questions about family friends, friends who Sansa knew were in the company. It seemed odd and Sansa didn’t like it. She reminded herself how conniving he could be and it suddenly felt like he was prying for some sort of foothold to rise up in Winterfell. Sansa knew the problem was that Petyr couldn’t go up any higher. Ned was obviously the chairman and he would never get rid of his longtime business partner and mentor, the sweet Mr. Luwin, as vice president. Once Sansa returned home that night, she felt unnerved. But she didn’t know what to do, she had no evidence for the things she felt Petyr might be doing. So, she decided to play along, be friendly with Petyr, and try to figure out what he was up to.

Petyr had begun to feel too friendly with Sansa and it made her look at him as a creepy uncle. His gazes at her felt uncomfortably penetrating. There had been times he would rest his hand on her cheek or run his fingers through her hair and tell her how much she looked like her mother. It would send chills down her spine and she had to hide her disgusted reactions. He had taken to sending expensive dresses and jewelry to her flat, she always gave them to her coworkers. He wanted to take her out to fancy dinners a lot, she did her best to come up with excuses to not go but still felt like she had to go to a few dinners to keep the charade up. He’d let his arm linger too long around her in public, trying to show she was with him. His eyes would bore into her like he was undressing her with them. 

She had so many concerns but felt like she couldn’t tell anyone. What if this was all in her head and she was just being paranoid? Or what if she was making this all up because of what he did to her with Ramsey?

So tonight, she decided to use his attraction to find out what she wanted.

You can do this. Be brave. I know you can be brave, she thought to herself as she walked into the Winterfell office building. Jon always thought you were brave. She gave her head a little shake. Not now.

She made sure to wear a dress that flashed skin if she needed it. She chose a wrap dress with a low cut v-neck and her long leg could easily be shown if she wanted. She entered the elevator, closed her eyes and tried to mentally prepare herself. She often met him there at the office, she figured he thought it made him look good to be seen with the boss’s daughter. 

“Well don’t you look stunning, my sweet,” Petyr said with a creepy smile and it made Sansa inwardly cringe. 

She smiled sweetly at him instead and walked to him at his desk. She sat herself on top of it,crossing her legs while the slit of the dress spread to show them. She saw Petyr’s eyes fly to them and she could see the hunger in his beady eyes. “I’m tired of playing around, Petyr.”

“What do you mean, sweet Sansa?“

“You know what I mean,“ she said, trying to use her sexiest voice while running her finger on his chest. He stood up and kissed her with too much force. It took everything in her to not pull away in disgust.

“Oh, my sweet Sansa.” She blinked back the cringe she felt as he called her his. “Shall we go to dinner?” His eyes had strayed to her open cleavage.

“I was thinking we just stay here and have some drinks. It’s more private.” She gave him a saucy smile and walked to the bar he kept hidden in a cabinet. She poured them two whiskeys, his containing more than hers. He eyed the level of hers suspiciously. “You know I’m a cheap date.”

They talked, she flirted. She let him rest his hand on her thigh and she gave him a few chaste kisses. For every few small sips she took of her drink, she’d pour a little of hers into his cup when he wasn’t looking. She made them a few more drinks. She pretended to be tipsy. Petyr was looking a bit drunk. 

“Tell me what you truly want,“ he asked her, his hand once again caressing her thigh.

“Truly? I want to be rich and in love. I want a nice life with my husband who takes care of me,” she answered, looking dreamily at him. It seemed to make him sit up straighter. “What about you,” she forced an innocent smile, “my sweet?”

“I want you. I want you to sit by my side while I rule the company.” The fierceness in his eyes scared her.

“But what about my father?“ she asked, faking naivety with a smile.

“Oh of course, my sweet, after he retires!” he said cloyingly.

“Oh that does sound wonderful, Petyr! But isn’t Mr. Luwin next in line? Or am I wrong? I just know nothing of this business!” She giggled.

“Ah dear, Luwin is old,“ he answered.

“He may be old but he seems healthy enough. Would you wait for his retirement to become vice president? I think I’d like to be married to a vice president.” She looked up at him sweetly.

“Oh, I’ve heard he is taking quite ill.“ Petyr turned away towards the window. “Soon,” he quietly muttered, thinking Sansa couldn’t hear him. 

When he turned back to her, she smiled at him like she didn’t know what he meant. But oh did she know. 

“Poor Mr. Luwin! But then you think father will make you vice president?“ 

“With you by my side, I think he definitely would.“

“And you would take over once Daddy retires?“ The hunger in his eyes when she said “daddy” made her sick.

“Of course. I would be king of this company, and you would be my queen,“ he said with a triumphant smile.

“I’ve always wanted to be a queen!“ she exclaimed with a girlish laugh. “I just fear I’ll be an old queen since I’m sure my father won’t be retiring anytime soon.“

“There are ways around that, sweetling.“ Petyr was getting drunk on power. 

Sansa was done faking stupidity, she needed to go home. She gave it 10 more minutes and then she yawned

“Wow it’s late, I should be going home now.”

“Why don’t you come home with me, sweetling?“ he suggested, petting her bare thigh.

“You know I left my last boyfriend because we moved to fast, I don’t want that happening to you, my sweet.“

“Ah yes, that Jon Snow,” he said with disdain.

“After all Ramsey had done, I rushed into it with Jon too fast. It would just kill me if that happened to you,“ she lied and placed her hand on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry for Ramsey. If I had known how he was, I would never have suggested it. I just thought he’d be good for you.“ She looked him in his eyes to search for truth in what he was saying. All she found were three lies.

As she walked to her nearby flat, she pulled a tissue out of her purse and wiped off the red lipstick, trying to erase the disgusting feel of Petyr’s lips on hers. She felt dirty but at the same time, she felt proud. She left Petyr while he was on his power high, thinking of his life with her by his side. She had to stoop low and a small part of her felt bad at her sneaky ways, but she didn’t regret it because that man had it coming. She found out what she needed and then some. And she now had it all recorded. 

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