#the peen does not get touched yet

[beenbaanbuun]

j have to say i love the way u write jongho so badddd ALL OF UR POSTS R SO GRRFFGGGRGDGD

anyways while we’re here… what if 🧍pt 2 of 🧍the 🧍pool fic 🧍🧍

he was so cute there 🙁🙁 (AUUGHHHGHGHGHVC) if not tho i would like to request more awkward/loser jongho he is real and has my whole heart 😞😞

thank u for writing in general tho u eat tf up everytime

okay so i am planning a part 2 to the pool fic!!!! but it’s not written yet… BUT!!!!!!!!! here is more awkward jongho for your viewing pleasure :D

(also those photos of him… your honour i love him. he’s so silly 😓)

words - 1.7k

genre - suggestive/nsfw

warnings - loser!jongho, jongho is thinking thoughts about the reader, slight dom!reader/sub!jongho, teasing, reader calls jongho good boy…, public touching off peen but also no one can tell, i think that’s it??

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if jongho were an artist then you would be his muse. right in this moment, he can find a million things he would love to replicate in oils. everything from the way your delicately painted fingernails pick at a ball of lint on your skirt to the print of lipgloss left on the half-empty coffee mug deserves to be immortalised on canvas. the fact that it's only the first date should make him feel insane, but all he can think is that perhaps if things progress between the both of you, he'll be able to find a million more things to admire.

"i like your shirt," you smile, the world immediately seeming brighter as you do. he smiles back, although it feels a bit forced. not because he doesn't want to smile back--god, just sitting here and looking at you makes him want to do nothing *but* smile--but because he feels he can do nothing but sit and stare in awe, slack jawed and eyes wide. "i haven't seen you wear that one in class before.”

that sets his face on fire, painting his cheeks a pretty shade of pink. you notice him in lectures? not just that but you notice what he wears? he casts an eye down towards the shirt that's slung loosely over his plain black t-shirt. he'd figured it was far too formal just to wear to class but if you like it... well, maybe dressing up a little more wouldn't be too much of an issue. when he looks back up, he immediately forgets what the shirt looks like, his brain flooded once more with the image of you.

"thank you… i like your shirt too," he repeats your compliment back to you, unsure of what else he should say. of course, theres so many things more that he likes than just the flimsy piece of fabric that adorns your top half, but despite the poems and soliloqies hes writing in his head, its hard to get the words out. he settles for your shirt; its easy to compliment you on that when the words have already been said by you.

"youve seen it before, though," you giggle, and his heart does a little dance in his chest. if only everything could sound as sweet as you. if he could hear you every day for the rest of his life, hes sure thered be nothing to be miserable about ever again. you bite your lower lip to stifle the sound, and he can’t quite work out how he feels about that. he wants to hear you more, but just the sight of your teeth sinking into that pink fleshy pillow is enough to make his heart trip and stumble down several flights of stairs.

holy fuck.

of course, he’s spent hours studying your face before now, sitting in lectures picking out each feature and coming up with a million and one reasons as to why he adores them. your lips are something he’s already committed to memory, the colour, the shape, the way they look wrapped around the neck of the water bottle you bring to every lecture. this is the first time he’s seen them in this light though. up close, being tugged upon by your teeth in such a manner that he can’t help but let his mind wander to some less than savoury places.

he swallows down the saliva that had begun to gather upon his tongue; he’s a gentleman and these thoughts really shouldn’t be in the forefront of his mind right now. he shouldn’t be wondering how you look on top of him, hips swaying back and forth with your lip tucked away to stifle your moans. he tries to pull his eyes away to stifle his overactive imagination, but when they land on your thighs instead, he gives up. he’s a gentleman, he can have a normal conversation while his mind runs wild with the fantasies of what he’d do to you if you were in his bed.

“it’s still a pretty shirt,” his voice is quiet, yet it still somehow manages to crack. it’s humiliating, of course it is, but it’s made even worse when the pretty sound of your laughter starts up again. it still sounds like wind chimes on an autumn day, but this time he can feel the bitter breeze that rings them nipping at his skin. he doesn’t blame you for laughing at him; he would too. in fact, he probably would’ve laughed the second he asked you out on this date if he were in your shoes. why would someone as perfect as you even bother to look at someone like him?

he’s half expecting some cruel jest from you. a little joke you make at his expense just to make yourself feel better about this weird guy you’ve found yourself on a date with. he can take it, he tells himself; it’s what he assumed would happen anyway.

but instead he hears the scrape of a mug being pushed across the table, your mouth silent except for the biting giggles that still flow freely from it. he looks up to your face once more only to see anything but the animosity he was expecting. a kind toothy grin paired with your wide eyes that he fell in love with the very first time he spotted you. you look kind, not at all like the image he’d been painting in his head. it’s a relief and the invisible noose that had been slowly tightening around his neck loosens. he can breathe again, knowing that nothing has changed from when he first set foot in the cafe, despite his body’s attempt to sabotage him.

“here,” your voice is warm, just like it always is. if your laughter is a wind chime on a cool autumn day, then your voice is most certainly the crackling fire that awaits him inside. “you finished your drink but it sounds like you need another. you can have mine, i’ll go and grab anotherfor myself.”

you begin to lift yourself from your chair, and before he even realises what he’s doing a demanding, “no,” comes from jongho. you pause, eyes flickering over to him in question. he shakes his head, more at himself than to you, yet you seem to respond, sitting yourself back down on the seat without little complaint. so obedient, he notices, although the thought is quickly pushed away by the shame he still feels. he takes a sip of your drink to soothe his throat. “i’ll get you one in a moment,” he forces his words out, “i’ve taken yours, i’m not going to make you buy a new one for yourself.”

“i don’t mind,” you say softly as jongho takes another sip, “you can just buy me something on our next date!”

and just like that, jongho’s mind just… stops. he forgets what it means to breathe, the oxygen hitching in his throat as he inhaled through his nose. the liquid his mouth refuses to slide down his neck with ease, catching right at the entrance to his throat and making him cough. he splutters, the rest of the coffee expelling itself from his mouth and flying all over his own lap. “shit,” he murmurs, hands flying into action to clean himself up, only for more coffee to slosh ungracefully over the side of the cup, “fucking hell!”

“jongho!” he can't even blink before you’re there at his side, kneeling on the cold wood floor of the cafe with a napkin in hand. it’s like you’re not even thinking when you begin to dab at his stomach with the cloth, touching his tummy so gently that it sends tingles up and down his spine. his hands fly immediately to the arms of his chair and he clings onto them for dear life.

it’s worse when your hand travels a little further south, grazing the waistband of his jeans. he squeezes his eyes shut as you pat the damp material, not sparing a single second to consider what having your hand so close to his cock might be doing to his sanity. he can feel it stirring, his underwear becoming tighter and tighter with each passing second. there’s nothing he can do about it other than hope you don’t notice—

“oh,” your hand falls limp against his thigh as your gaze locks onto the quite obvious bulge that he’s sporting. of course he is, what else would you expect when you sit there rubbing at his almost-crotch? sure, you were just trying to be helpful but now jongho is hard and it’s not like he could exactly help it.

he watches you intently as your gaze shifts to his face, looking even more beautiful from this close up. you’re mere inches away; if he were to just bend down a little, he could snag your lips in a kiss. he so badly wants to, however, he can’t imagine it would help his case at all.

“you’re hard,” you whisper to him.

he nods.

“i am,” he doesn’t know what else to say. you caught him and that’s that. what, is he supposed to deny it? how can he when your hand lays just ever-so-slightly left of the evidence.

“is it my fault?” the corner of your mouth twitches into a sly smirk, letting jongho know that you already know the answer. nevertheless, he nods, gulping down the lump that’s beginning to form in his throat. “sorry, i didn’t quite hear that.”

“yes,” he hisses out through gritted teeth, “it’s your fault.” you smile at him, beautiful and dangerous.

“so i guess that means i should fix it, right?” you hand shifts the tiniest bit, catching the edge of his erection with your finger tip. he winces, body twitching in reaction to your cruel maneuver. for someone so sweet, it seems you have a bit of a mean streak. jongho can hardly complain; you look hot sitting by his feet as you tease him. damn his shyness, honestly. if it wasn’t for that, he’d love nothing more than to show you who’s in charge. for now, though, he guesses he can let you have your fun.

“please,” he sighs as you apply a little more pressure to his bulge. to anyone else, it might just look like you’re an overly attentive girlfriend dabbing at the spilt coffee; to jongho you look like the picture of filth.

“good boy,” you whisper to him, and despite jongho’s own preference for dominance, he has to admit that those words sound so pretty coming from you. a shiver makes its way up his spine. “meet me in the bathroom in 5.”

[ryuichirou]

now show us their cunts-

but for real pussy headcanons if u feel like it and havent done it yet?

Today is the day, Anon; it took me way longer to write this than I thought it would. Not only because I always take much longer than I initially plan, but also because I didn’t realise how much easier it is to talk about the boys' peens than to talk about the girlies? Why though? Much to think about, much to reflect upon.....

And yet I ended up talking a lot as always lol and about some girls more than about the others… I hope I managed to write it in a non-confusing way. Thank you for your ask and patience!

Riddle – a cute and pretty one, the slit is short and looks "closed" and tight, almost unnoticeable even when she isn't wearing panties (if you don't peek under her of course). Even though she is pretty pale down there, the inside is more bright, almost red. Her folds are delicate and clit is tiny. She never touches herself down there for any reason other than hygiene, although she probably should.

Ace – hers is also more reddish inside, but not as bright as Riddle’s. Her inner labia is partially hidden, but the part of the folds that is visible kind of looks like a heart. In contrast to Riddle, she masturbates quite often and, while not being loud and obnoxiously open about it, still gets very mad whenever someone talks about how this is a bad thing to do.

Deuce – what a coincidence, hers looks like a heart too, but it's upside down.... Hmm.... Actually, both of them would notice, but never address that: it's kind of embarrassing. However, what’s even more embarrassing is that her senpai from her delinquent days almost made her get a tattoo down there. Almost.

Trey – a cushion of a pussy. It looks comforting in a way… Outer lips are puffy and big, her clit is also on the bigger side. If she’s just wearing underwear, the puffiness and overall shape of her pussy creates a bulge that someone is always going to comment on.

Cater – the Y thing between her legs is pretty triangular, not puffy at all, the folds peek out a bit. The hood part of her clit is also pretty long. She does look at in the mirror just for the sake of it sometimes, but her own thing isn’t as interesting to her. Get her a gf…

Leona – pretty long slit, and even though her skin and her hair down there are dark, the folds (that peek out, but it's not very visible due to pubes of course) are a very soft pink. She hates it when someone comments on it and passively-aggressively talks about being a princess first and foremost when it happens.

Ruggie – yeah so she is a special case due to her being a spotted hyena: she doesn't really have a pussy... She has a pseudo-penis that is actually her clitoris, and the part that is supposed to be the lips is completely closed off, but still a bit puffy. The fact that she gets erect really easily usually bothers her, but she has been able to keep it together easily lately. It's probably because she is more comfortable and relaxed as the student at NRC. And yeah, it is completely hidden behind her bush most of the time, so those who aren’t aware usually don't even notice anything.

Jack – chunky and fluffy. The hair is white at the top of the pubic area, but gets darker between her legs. Her skin down there is also darker, but the folds and all the hidden parts in general are pretty bright red and the clit is perky and big.

Azul – super soft, super puffy and pillowy. But also pretty tight looking, as if she is always keeping it together, so the folds are hidden "deeper" under the pillowy "shell". But when she gets aroused, it opens up more to show that her folds have a bit of a purple hue to them + are kind of thick. She is the only one of the Octa-trio who didn’t get instantly interested in what this thing does the moment they got legs. She is very capricious about it being touched and hates it most of the times.

Jade and Floyd – big... Or I guess long? As in, it starts pretty high and the slit part is long. The outer lips aren't very thick, but the inner folds are, and they peek out just quite a bit. There is some asymmetry going on, and yes, they mirror each other. Their clits are also pretty big and a bit pointy, when aroused. At least one of them doesn’t like wearing underwear, and I am not going to point fingers at who it is. Although both of them would love to go commando, to be honest.

Jamil – her skin is silky and soft, the lips are a bit meaty but not much, and her clit peeks out a bit, as well as folds juuust a little bit. It’s a bit bright shade-wise, and Jamil doesn’t like how noticeable it is because the only person who sees her naked regularly (Kalim) always looks like she wants to comment on it. She is very sensitive and gets more aroused than she would care to admit when she is being touched in a right way. I guess her body is also very… trainable? Adaptable. She also shaves regularly, and it's possible that Kalim has never seen her with any hair down there.

Kalim – kind of the opposite of Jamil: it’s puffy, it covers the inner labia completely, her clitoris isn’t as noticeable, she has this cute princessy vibe to her. She also isn’t super interested in her own pussy because she is way more fascinated with Jamil’s, but it’s not impossible for her to get aroused. Interestingly, she’s never got an urge to masturbate in her life.

Vil – very elegant, obviously V-shaped, pretty pale. When she isn’t aroused, the inner part isn’t noticeable at all, even if she squats or spreads her legs. But when she gets horny, everything opens up and gets red, wet and needy; quite an impressive and fast transformation. She is also the biggest cameltoe hater in the world, both for herself and for others. It makes her irrationally angry and uncomfortable.

Rook – not too puffy, not too flat, but also kind of elongated?? It starts a bit higher on her pubic area, which makes the clit stick out more visibly when she is aroused. It’s also “sneaky” because the hood part is pretty long. She is not super sensitive but still doesn’t really like being touched directly and prefers to do the touching.

Epel – way cuter that she wants it to look; she’d like it to look more mature, but she can’t grow hair down there and her outer lips are so adorably bright pink that it’s impossible not to go “aw” when looking at it. What’s worse is that her folds (that aren’t visible unless you spread her open) are surprisingly pale compared to her outer lips, it’s like… an apple… of sorts… Also, her clitoris is sensitive, and she prefers to grind against something rather than touching herself.

Idia – very pale both outside and inside, pretty sensitive. Not very plump, kind of triangular in shape. The slit starts pretty low, so technically Idia could wear extremely tiny low rise bikinis with almost her entire pelvic area visible and the pussy slit would still be hidden. It's also pretty hot inside and very tight, twitching visibly when she is either nervous or excited.

Ortho – she doesn't have one, but she has some attachments that resemble the shape of a pussy! It’s made with soft silicon for the outer lips and harder parts for the clitoris, the folds, everything that is inside, plus the inner part vibrates and pulsates. It isn't perfect, but Ortho is always working on improvements!

Human!Ortho would have a pussy very similar to Idia's, bit with a bit more plump outer lips. So I guess the low rise bikini thing wouldn’t work with her…

Lilia – misleadingly cute little cunt because it hides a dagger that is Lilia’s clit. When she isn’t aroused, it’s pretty much hidden, and her outer lips look soft, the slit between them isn’t very long. But when she gets horny, her perky and crimson red clit peeks out menacingly… it’s pretty big for her size. Especially compared to her little folds and all.

Silver – looks delicate and princess-like, pale and a bit pink, with folds also being a pretty pastel shade of pink. It’s not like her folds make her pussy look exactly like a rose, but this is the feeling one would get when looking at it: it’s like a pretty rose. She isn’t super sensitive because she is quite used to being touched, but when she is touched in the right spots, it becomes very obvious just how horny her body could get with her muscles contracting in a very hungry and desperate manner. Not very princess-like.

Sebek – chonky girl, but tight-looking, with her folds being hidden almost all the time (unless she is super horny); the inner part is sensitive, but not super soft and tender: the folds are a bit thick but also kind of zigzagged?? Her clit is pretty thick and round. She is also so focused on self-discipline and not touching herself that it kind of backfires and makes it very easy for her to get horny…

Malleus – very elegant looking. If Silver's looks like a rose, this one is an orchid. The outer lips are very pale and look tender, and the inner part is darker and has a bit of a purple hue. Her clit peeks out a little bit like the scale thing on her tail. She is also someone who gets uncontrollably wet when aroused; her body produces a lot of secretion.

[eldritch-spouse]

Hey Pinnie!! I’m down bad for Dorem, and you mentioned he could “experience pleasure at a convenient capacity”, which made me curious- what is he packing under those robes 👁👄👁 Shadow peen? Rotting peenussy? Are we literally getting boned 🦴🖤?

[*Violent Undertale flashbacks*]

I'm not too solid on that yet, but I originally plan to give him a phallus.

It's definitely shadow-like, pitch black, in the sense that it forms from the same material that's gathered in his torso. This means that the size can differ from erection to erection, which is a little shocking, but the difference is generally small. In spite of it exuding a vaguely similar mist to the rest of his abdomen, it is definitely solid, though lubrication can be a bit of a problem, as he's not too prone to secreting precum. When he bothers to jerk off, Dorem often tears his mouth free so he can spit on himself/his hand.

The shape itself is standard, save for a flatter head. He's got plenty of length, girth is a middle term (though he's huge compared to you, so does it really matter?). He's cold to the touch and will feel cold inside you, even his cum is pretty chilled.

Funnily enough, when Dorem "goes soft", it looks as if his cock is dissolving. This is a little disappointing if you're the type that likes to cockwarm and such.

[mortyvongola2-0]

Proof of Strength

Chapter 2: Overwhelming Scent

Pairing: Alpha! Kylo Ren x Omega! Reader

Genre: multichapter, a/b/o fic, slowburn, 18+

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: sexual themes, dirty talk, grinding, strong language, a/b/o dynamics

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When he pulled away, he said nothing, didn’t even spare you a second glance, just turned toward your door and made to leave. You started to crumple to the floor, your legs shaking and weak, heart in your throat. He cleared his throat and you turned your head so quickly you might’ve given yourself whiplash. A gasp tore from your throat and you reached out. In his large hand was a vial of your suppressing steroids. It took all of your strength to stand and approach him order to take it back.

Your efforts were thwarted, hopes crushed, as you watched him close his fist around the glass vial and smash it, the suppressing liquid, no longer contained, dripped from his once more open palm and onto the floor. He dropped the bits of glass and made sure to crunch them beneath his boot as he made his way out. When the doors shut behind him you began to panic. What had he done? One of those vials cost you half a month’s worth of credits, and you always made sure to stalk pile. You ran toward your bedside drawer, where you kept your stash, and opened the cloth bag you stored them in. A sob crawled its way into your chest. He had destroyed all of your vials, every last one, and you wouldn’t be able to afford any more for another two months!

 A tightness settled in your chest and you felt like hurling. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you stood on your wobbly legs and erratically ran toward the doors. Your hands met the cold dura-steel and you paused. What could you do? For all you knew he had crushed your last vial, right in front of you. You smacked your head against the metal. You only had about three days before you needed your next injection, and if you didn’t take it you only had three more before your heat would start up. There had to be something you could do. “Kriff,” you grumbled, the tears finally slipping down your cheeks. “Kriff, kriff, kriffffffffff!”

 You kicked the door in your frustration, it didn’t budge, only made a loud clang as you fell back and gripped your foot in pain. The lights in your quarters flickered as you let out an angry shout. Your temper tantrum continued further into the night cycle, only stopping after your throat went sore with grumblings. What could you do? You would be stripped of your title, possibly tortured, more than likely killed once you were found out. Your toes ached, and you hit your head against the wall behind your bed. A thought struck you. You were on a ship full of alphas, so there had to be some suppression herbs somewhere. Someone had to have some you could borrow, or steal, and use on yourself until you could figure something else out…right?

 Determined, you rolled off of your bed and headed out of your room. The hallways were mostly empty, the skeleton night crew keeping the ship running while most of everyone else slept. You walked down the hall, trying to think of some alphas you knew. There was Captain Phasma, General Hux, and the Commander, all of which were out of the question, you weren’t really friends with any alphas, having done your best to keep them from scenting you. Lee and Avery were betas, most of your subordinates were betas as well. You wanted to groan again.

 “Oh,” you heard someone say and then call out your name. You looked up and saw Lee’s fling, Vanya, standing to your left. “What’re you doing up so late?”

 “Couldn’t sleep,” you replied.

 “Oh, I see,” she muttered. The air between the two of you was awkward, but you didn’t care. She adjusted her stance to cover her chest with her arms and cleared her throat. An odd scent hit your nose and you narrowed your eyes at her. It was a familiar scent, but you weren’t quite sure what it was. “Well, um, I’m working night shift tonight, so I better get back to it.”

 “Wait,” you called, and she blinked at you. You took one more deep breath in to try and identify the smell but failed. “What perfume are you wearing?”

 “Perfume?” Her head tilted to the side and you nodded. She lifted her wrist up to her nose and smelled it before she let out a soft laugh. “Oh, no, I’m not wearing a perfume. Its my herbs, silly.”

 “Herbs?” You blinked at her in surprise. “You’re an alpha? I had no idea.”

 “Yeah,” she brought a hand up to rub the back of her neck sheepishly. “I prefer to keep it that way. People tend to treat you differently if you have a designation like I do.” You could understand that and so you nodded to her. “I’m impressed that you could smell the herbs though, most betas don’t even notice.”

 “I have a strong nose,” you muttered. “You wouldn’t happen to have any extra herbs, would you? I uh, have a new programmer who needs them, and he’s not sure where to get any and is freaking out about it.”

 “Well, I don’t have anymore right now but you can always get some from medical or your commanding officer. Did they not supply you with any for your subordinates?”

 “No.”

 “Ah, then whoever you report to must have some. Be sure to let your cadet know, I need to get back to work.”

 “Alright, thank you Vanya,” you said and gave her a tight smile, your nerves on high alert.

 “No problem,” she said and waved back to you as she walked in the opposite direction.

 You had two options it seemed, raid medical and steal from them, or risk your life and career stealing from your favorite ginger General, as he was your commanding officer. You brought one of your hands up and rubbed at your temples to fend off the growing headache. With either option, if you were caught, you risked demotion, but if you stole from Hux and he was in a foul mood you risked death. You felt like crying again. If only Vanya had had some extras.

 The rest of the night passed slowly and the next day you went to work without any sleep and just as out of options as you had been before. You couldn’t decide what to do, and the cycles passed by without you taking any action. By the fifth day, one day before your heat could begin, you were nothing but stressed and panic. You hadn’t slept in four days, hadn’t eaten anything in three, and refused to drink anything but caff. Not only were your colleagues concerned for your health but so were your subordinates.

 “Lieutenant.”

 You jumped, startled out of your pacing, and faced the very man who had caused your poor state of being. “C-commander,” you stuttered, your mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry and you took a sip of your now cold mug of caff. “How can I help you sir?”

 He flexed his fingers, the leather creaking with his movements. His helmeted head tilted to the right. “You look rather stressed,” he commented.

 You grit your teeth. “I am currently working on a very important project.”

 “I see, you must be busy,” he gave a slight nod and you narrowed your eyes. What was he up to? He reached for his belt and you flinched, thought the worst, and prepared to be sliced in half by his saber. But he hadn’t grabbed his weapon, instead he grabbed a small vial from his pouch, it was filled with a familiar milky liquid. Your lips parted and you sucked in a breath. “I’ll just have to hold onto this until you have the time for it then.”

 “No!” You paused and shook your head, forcing yourself to calm down a bit. “Please, Commander I-I, that is-“ a hollowed noise escaped his vocoder and you watched his shoulders shift the slightest bit with it. He was making fun of you and your blood boiled. “Give it back,” you demanded.

 “Is the little omega frustrated?”

 “Wha-? Of course!”

 He stared at you, or at least you thought he was, and took a few steps closer to you. Again, he caused your body to go into fight or flight. Your omega instincts said to flee but your training said to fight. The two options were swirling in your mind, fighting against one another. By the time he was close enough you could see your breath fog against his helmet, you decided to fight. You brought one of your legs up in an attempt to knock his knees out from under him, but he easily caught your leg. Kylo pulled it up against his hip and pressed himself flush against you. You almost fell backward, his added weight and only having one leg to stand on caused you to begin to lose your balance. But his other hand pressed against your back and pushed you against him in kind.

 A shiver crawled down your spine. You’d never been this close to anyone before, let alone someone so powerful. His scent began to overwhelm your senses, and you almost whined. He had a strong grip on your calf and you weakly attempted to break it free. You couldn’t think, your heart was pounding in your chest from fear and excitement. He smelled of leather and spices. Ren brought the edge of your helmet down to the crook of your neck like he had days before, and again you craned your head away from him to give him better access. Being so close, when he chuckled this time, you could feel the vibrations in his chest and almost hear the voice of the man beneath the vocoder. “So pliant,” he stated in a lower tone. “It’s cute.”

 Your heart hiccupped. It was almost like you were paralyzed; your body too willing to obey your mind. But did you really want to leave this embrace? He smelled so good, and your stomach was in flutters. Your toes curled and you shut your eyes as you refrained from letting out a noise. His oversized hand moved from the middle to the small of your back, and you leaned into the hold. Your brain kept screaming grab the vial and run but your body cried stay and fuck just a bit louder. “Why are you doing this,” you breathed.

 “Because you’re mine,” he growled. His grip tightened on your black and on your calf, you leaned your head back and gasped as he ground his hips against yours. “If you want the vial, come and take it.”

 He stepped back from you, letting go of your leg and your back, you plopped to the ground with a very gracious “oof” and stared wide eyed up at him. Your body was still going haywire and it was incredibly difficult for your brain to comprehend what he’d said. Again, he was leaving you without a glance back. Only once he’d left the room, the blast doors closed behind him, were you able to break out of your stupor. Kylo’s scent was still all over you, your clothes and hair had soaked it up like a perfume. Shakily, you used your desk to get back on your feet and rubbed at your tired eyes. “Take it? How am I supposed to do that?”

 The rest of your workday continued, whether you wanted it to or not. You felt like your brain was melting and you were self-conscious about having the Commander’s scent all over you. It was obvious what people would think when they smelled it, and just the idea of having sex with Kylo Ren made you dizzy with fear and desire. You’d never even seen his real face before, so you chocked up your body’s response to your omega instincts. What else could it be? After all, you knew nothing about him, had never spoken with him before, and fear his wrath just like everyone else.

 “Yoohoo, anyone in there?”

 “Ah!” You jumped, adrenaline tingling through your body as you turned around to face your friend. “Avery, you almost made me drop my datapad.”

 “Sorry,” she giggled as she leaned against the doorframe. “I did knock. Not my fault you’re not paying attention.”

 “I suppose that’s fair,” you muttered and placed your work device back on your desk. “What is it? Is there a problem?”

 “No, I just came to tell you that it’s quittin’ time.”

 “Oh.”

 “Everything alright? You’ve been pretty off for the past few days,” she asked, concerned. She moved further into your office and placed a hand to your forehead. “You don’t feel like you have a fever, but you look pale.”

 “I’m just a bit home sick is all,” you tried and waved your hand to try to brush her off. She snorted in response to your statement.

 “As if, you can’t lie to me. I know you hate that junk heap. Come on,” she pleaded. A frown marred her pretty face and you sighed, hating having to lie to her. Avery was genuinely concerned for you, and you felt guilty. “What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything.”

 You bit your lip and stood from your desk. “The Commander is, well, he’s seen fit to torture me lately.”

 “Really?” The taller woman placed a hand to her chin in thought. “Do you think it has anything to do with you almost running into him the other day?”

 “I believe so,” you responded and walked around your desk. A sigh escaped you and you gripped the door frame to steady yourself, feeling lightheaded and tired. “Let’s drop it and go get some dinner. Today’s your favorite, right?”

 “Yeah, tonight’s meal is a specialty from my home planet,” she cheered and sped her walk to catch up to you. Avery placed her arm around your shoulders and began to drag you along with her. “Lets find Lee and go!”

  You smiled up at her and nodded. A feeling of dread began to spread through your chest as you thought of how little time you’d have left with your friends if you didn’t get that vial back from Kylo Ren.

[wwilloww]

you’ve got a friend in me | knj

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: Explicit

WC: 3k

Summary: Your best friend and roommate proposes an interesting idea to decrease both of your stress levels.

Warnings: Super awkward conversation. Cockwarming. Cockwarming that turns into sex. A sprinkling of dirty talk. Cumshot. Cum eating. Cuddling.

A/N: Thank you to @kinktae​ for the title and to @ot7always​ for thirsting with me the other night and inspiring this story into being. Also this piece was written with two glasses of wine and is largely unedited. So proceed at your own risk of grammatical errors. 

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YOU’VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME

You and your roommate had come to a very strange arrangement.

It had developed out of the strangest of circumstances. Two broken hearts. Finals approaching. Namjoon had lost his anxiety medication. You had been working so hard on your latest piece of research that you had ended up neglecting your entire social life.  

“I think you should just put it in,” you stand, hands on your hips in the kitchen.

Namjoon is shirking in the doorframe.

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“You were the one who suggested it.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen. “I didn’t mean it!” he defends.

“You can’t just suggest putting your penis in my vagina and think I’ll take it as a joke! You know I take these matters very seriously!”

“Please don’t call it that,” he grimaces. “And yeah, you’re right, you do. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“But you did.”

Fifteen minutes later you were sprawled on your back in Namjoon’s bed with the man himself straddling your waist.

“You could at least take your shirt off,” you suggest. He tugs it off in one go and you make a note to ask him later how he did it so gracefully. “The whole point is literally skin on skin contact.”

He starts to align himself with you before you place a hand on his chest, stopping him.

“Lube, darling.”

“Why?”

“Do you think vaginas are just walking lube machines? It takes work to get all oiled up and ready to go au naturel and I don’t see you doing any of that kind of mechanical labor.”

Namjoon shrugs off of you, grunting as he leans over to the bedside drawer, grabbing an opaque bottle. He squeezes some of the liquid onto his hand and then, eyes darting up to you, very quickly strokes himself to spread the lube thickly and evenly.

Averting his eyes from you, he lines himself up and pushes in. Joon is big and because you haven’t had any preparation you wince just a little when he finally bottoms out.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, wiggling your hips to adjust. “Just, you’re really big. Give me a minute.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, doing your best to relax around him. It takes a minute, but you succeed, and finally, a gentle warmth begins to blossom out from your abdomen. When you open your eyes again Namjoon is holding himself as far away from you as possible, his arms trembling with the effort.

“This is supposed to be very good for our relationship, too,” you say, matter-of-factly, as if your best friend hasn’t just shoved his monster dick in your cunt as an act of platonic anxiety management. You take your hand and run it up his arm, beckoning him closer to you.

He feels so snug against you, his weight resting on top of you, suppressing any thought of strangeness or distraction or what you’re supposed to be doing. As you settle into the delightful comfort that is Namjoon, a yawn ripples through your body.

“Am I boring you?” Namjoon gapes. “My dick is in your--your hole, and you’re yawning?”

“Joonie!” you scold. “Unless you want me to be fucking you--like really, genuinely fucking you--I’m going to relax! And you should be as well!”

Needless to say, the first time didn’t go very well.

Two weeks later you are both done with your final projects for the semester and had journeyed out to your favorite pub, O'Reilly’s, for what was probably one too many beers and four too many tequila shots.

“I don’t think we did it right,” Namjoon blurts out as you traipse down the moonlit sidewalk, taking turns swinging around the streetlights.

“Whatcha mean?” you ask, twirling around a pole.

Namjoon laughs and steadies you as you wobble off balance, dizzy from spinning around so many times.

“The, ah, peen, vajayjay cuddle sitch.”

“Cockwarming. It’s called cockwarming, you dumbass.”

“I just mean to say I think we did it all wrong. I should be spooning you rather than on top of you. Like, for the extra cuddles.”

You search his face before speaking slowly. “Is this your way of trying to get me in bed with you?”

“Wha--no! I just genuinely think we did it wrong the first time and owe it to ourselves to try it again. And--” he grins at you. “It would make me feel reaaaaally good.” Your face flushes at his words, but you don’t say anything. “Please, just let me put it in for fifteen minutes.” He does his best impression of puppy dog eyes. “You yourself! You yourself told me that it was good for my health. Hm? Whatcha say to that?”

You laugh. “I don’t know, Joonie.”

He becomes serious. “If you really don’t want to, I won’t push you. Just say the word.”

You bite your lip, considering, even though you already know what you want. You just need to decide what’s right. “Okay,” you say sheepishly, surprised by how shy you feel in the face of your best friend.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

You peek over your phone at Namjoon as he strips down to his birthday suit as you lay popped up on his pillows.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” he says, standing fully nude at the foot of the bed. Your eyes trail down his planed chest, trying not to linger too long on the supple definition of his pecs, or the way his skin seems to glow beneath the dim light--and definitely not trying to dawdle on the way his cock is already standing at attention, a thick vein tracking up the underside. You gulp. There’s definitely something to looking at it, that makes you want him in you now.

For cuddling purposes, of course.

“Ah, yeah,” you say, hurriedly undressing and tossing your clothes off to the side of his bed.

“Lube?”

“Um, I think I’ll be okay.”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. You flop on your side, presenting your ass to him and he plops down on the bed, shuffling over until he’s pressed against you. You can feel his fingertips fluttering above the skin of your hip.

“It’s okay,” you say softly. “You can touch me.”

His hand comes down on your waist, pressing lightly into you. It’s the simplest of touches and yet it sends goosebumps prickling all the way up your spine.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with this?” Namjoon asks, always the one to be overly clear, even in bed.

“More than okay.” You push your ass back just enough to signal your green light.

You imagine that behind you he’s got his lip caught between his teeth in the way he does when he’s thinking too hard, that he’s looking down at you, hand wrapped around his own cock as he presses up against your pussy.

The sensation of his head spreading through your lips has you biting your tongue, doing your best not to react.

“Relax,” he murmurs in your ear, the hand on your waist coming to brush up and down your side. “Ready?

“Mhmm.”

And with that he’s pushing into you, this particular position leaving you tighter than you were last time. He slides in slowly and you relish in the feeling of his cock head gripping against the ridges of your walls. Finally, he’s fully inside you.

“Ouch,” you grumble, his hip bone pressing uncomfortably into you.

He shifts, his hands on your hips, trying to get you comfortable. But instead of easing the sharp pain, the feeling of his cock shifting within you sends a surprising wave of pleasure through you and you moan. You freeze, clapping a hand over your mouth as if the action could wind back time and erase the lewd utterance that had just slipped through your lips.

“Did you--did you just moan?” Namjoon says astoundedly against your back. You say nothing. “Did you like that?”

“No?” you squeak out, your voice breaking underneath the lie.

Namjoon laughs, a big and belly-full laugh, one that spreads through his whole body. He’s shaking against you, causing his cock to rub delightfully within you, circling rhythmically against your walls. A small squeak of frustration and pleasure forces its way out of your throat.

“Oh my god,” Namjoon says, still cackling. “You like it! You like my cock!”

Even in your compromised position, you manage to cross your arms and pout.

“You keep moving, you dumbo, how do you expect me to react?!”

Why were you so damn sensitive to him today?

“I didn’t expect you to fucking moan like I was making love to you or something!”

As his laughter rolls through him, you can’t help but feel the pleasure build within your cunt, a warmth growing and spreading through your abdomen. It was not only the fact that his cock was pressed deliciously within you, filling you out in a way you had never been filled before, but it was the sensation of his joy, rippling through him, and pressed right up against your back. As much as you wanted to push it away, your years of friendship made it impossible to deny how good it felt to have him here, inside you and so joyously laughing.

“I mean if you keep moving like that you might as well just fuck me!” you say in one final show of frustration.

The arm Namjoon has wrapped around your waist tenses and falls still. You squeeze your eyes shut. Fuck.

And then. And then his cock fucking twitches. You gasp, your cunt clenching involuntarily, wrapping tightly around his length. A shiver shoots up your spine as you instinctively push back on him, taking him even deeper into you. Now, your ass is pressed flush against his pelvis.

Namjoon‘s hand tightens around your waist, the other one slipping beneath your body to wrap around your ribcage and pull your torso flush against his. The two of you are clinging to each other, pressed together as tightly as humanly possible. You bite your lip; your cunt continues to throb around Namjoon, desperate to pull him even deeper, desperate to find some kind of--really, any kind of-- satisfaction.

Wrapped up in his arms, you can almost grasp onto that sense of security and comfort the two of you had set out to find together. It’s there, singing on the edge of your consciousness. But any semblance of peace is split by a desire for more, for him to move against you, to allow your bodies to map each other out in pleasure, for him to fuck you.

As if he’s read your mind, his hips begin to slide backward ever so slowly, as if he means to leave the warmth of your cunt. With the speed of light, you reach your hand behind you, bringing it to his hip. Gripping it--hard--you push him back into you.

“Please,” you whisper.

Namjoon stutters beneath your touch. Your voice is filled with need, a note threading through the sweetness of the sound, urging him forward. Even as your begging turns him to putty, his cock hardens at the thought of you wanting him. Of you needing him. So he grips your hip and twines his other hand up to press between your breasts and drives into you.

The force with which he’s just rammed into you shudders through your entire body. It brushes against something so deep in you, you’re not sure if it hurts or if it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. The whine that comes out of you splits through the stale air of the bedroom and Namjoon curses at the sound.

“God, you’re so tight,” Namjoon hisses. He nuzzles his head against your neck. When you push back against him, rotating your hips in a circle, his teeth find the skin of your shoulder. He bites down into the skin.  

Namjoon is big. As he begins to push in and out of you, his head drags against the slick ridges of your walls, almost as if he barely fits. Your breath comes in pants and gasps as each new sensation rips through you, driving you closer to your own release.

“Joonie, please, harder,” you gasp. He punctuates your question with a particularly strong thrust. “More.”

Namjoon slips the arm he’s got beneath you down to your waist. Now both of his hands are on your hips and he draws his cock out of you slowly until only the head is resting at your entrance. You whine, trying to move your hips in search of any kind of friction, but his tight grip on your hips holds you in place.

“Please!” you gasp, squirming. He chuckles into your ear and the sound goes right through you.

“When you stop squirming, I’ll fuck you.”

You fall limp against his hold, desperate for him. He waits for what seems like forever as you feel the tension in your belly begin to recede.

Your breath is rammed out of you as he snaps his pelvis into your ass so hard you know there’ll be a bruise there tomorrow. He fucks into you, his hips driving with more power. But it’s the grip he has on your hips that makes all the difference. He moves you like a doll to his own will. He maneuvers you at just the right angle that the both of you are gasping in pleasure, his pace unrelenting.

You’ve never come from just vaginal penetration alone, but if he keeps doing this, you think you just might, the force of his thrusts rocketing through your entire body. Still, you reach down, slipping your fingers between your dripping folds, finding your clit. You build up a slow pace, circling around the hardened bud as he continues to ravage your pussy.

The combination of your hand and his cock has you tipping over the edge in less than a minute, the dual stimulation unleashing streams of pleasure you’d never known before. You throw your head back, your mouth stretched in a silent “oh.”

Namjoon lifts his head to press his cheek against yours, the sweat of your skin sticking the two of you together. He can hear the way your breath comes out, ragged and in tatters. And still, he never falters.

At this point he is chasing his own pleasure. His pace slows slightly as he circles his hips against your ass, relishing in the way your cunt spasms around him, flooding him with warmth and the delicious drip of your cum.

As you regain your senses, the feeling of his cock drawing through your sensitive folds is overwhelming.

“Too much,” you gasp, the sensation sending sparks through your body.

“Can you take it for just a bit longer?” he gasps.

You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. “Yes,” you breathe, finding pleasure in the overwhelm and wanting to see him come undone for you. His thrusts have become fast and sloppy, losing some of the power and replacing it with speed. You can hear him whining against you, the sound so need-filled and wanton that you can’t help but clench around his length again.

You reach back, your hand brushing up against his side so softly and delicately. It’s this that has him squeezing his eyes shut and attempting to hold back the stampede of his orgasm.

“It’s okay, you can let go,” you say. “I wanna see you cum for me.”

His hips stutter to a full stop. He pulls out of you and you whine at the loss of him as he comes to kneel over you, one thigh on either side of your hips.

You watch as his head tips back, his lip caught between his teeth. Somehow the crease between his brow is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. His hand works over his cock with quick, practiced strokes. You want to memorize the way his wrist twitches, the way his fingers quickly circle his head, or the flex of his forearm when he tightens his grip as he nears the base of his cock.

“I-I’m cumming,” he groans. You look back up to his eyes, now open and looking down on you, unfocused as he takes in your bare body spread before him. He’d never thought he’d have you like this, but now that he does, he’s not sure how he’ll ever go back.

“Cum on me,” you command. “I want it, Joonie.”

With a groan, Namjoon grips his cock tighter and sends spurt after spurt onto the softness of your stomach, some of it landing directly in your belly button.

He collapses onto the bed next to you, sprawled out and panting. You gaze over at him lovingly, stretching out your hand to brush the sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes. You stay like that for a minute, him panting, you just watching him, before you come to your senses.

“I wouldn’t call that relaxing, but it definitely made me feel better,” you joke.

Namjoon pushes you gently, a grin spreading across his face.

“I should probably go, uh, wash up,” you finally say, sitting up on your elbows.

“Stay?” Namjoon flops on his side, fluttering his eyelashes in a poor attempt at begging. “Please?”

“If I’m being honest, I really don’t want to fall asleep with your cum in my belly button,” you laugh.

Namjoon leans over the bed to grab something before rolling back to you--and over you-- somewhat crushing you in the process. With his weight resting on your legs he looks up at you, his gaze intense as he dips his head down to your belly button, lapping up the cum that’s come to collect in the valley of your stomach.

Heat floods your cunt as you watch the white release rest on his pink tongue before he closes his mouth and swallows. You gulp.

When he’s done, he takes the t-shirt he’d grabbed and gently wipes you down, his movements gentle and

“You’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay. Just tonight.”

“Just tonight.”

Namjoon grins at you, his dimples showing, before he pulls you against his torso in a position now all too familiar to you.

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[no-parts]

Why Sidon wouldn’t have two dicks.

Disclaimer: I’m not bashing on anyone’s work here, just putting forward a scientific approach, and a reason why some people might find the “two-penis” thing jarring and odd. Not “odd” in a “this is creepy and weird”, “odd” as in “this doesn’t scientifically make sense”. I am also not a marine biologist or a shark biologist, I am a Masters of Science student in Anatomy- why this is important will be touched on later.

 From my brief time within the Breath of the Wild fandom (long time LoZ fan though), I have found reading stories and viewing fanfiction kind of… odd. Sidon is often given two penises, due to his shark-like features. To me, it seems impossible that Sidon would have two dicks, not even a fish-like penis at all.

First off, Sidon isn’t a shark, he’s a Zora. Zora are not fish, they must at least be amphibious. In BoTW the Zora are depicted with gills, but they can also spend extended periods on land (in fact I have yet to find more than one Zora, and the children not on land, I know they do need water at some point). So they can obviously breathe underwater and on land- hence amphibious. (Old Zora had no gills, but that’s a different story). Sidon looks like a shark from a character-design POV, the rest of the Zora don’t look particularly shark-like, this was probably to make Sidon stand out even more. His Father also appears to be like a whale (which is a mammal, not even a fish); sharks also have cartilaginous skeletons, so Sidon would collapse under his own weight like jelly.

But what about the shark-dick(s)? From my research and understanding, a shark penis isn’t so much a “penis” and more of a “sperm-dumping receptacle”, and is referred to as a clasper. A shark has two claspers because they’re simply an extension of its pelvic fins, of which sharks have two, so two claspers. This is all well and good for a fish that swims in the ocean, and can’t get out, even after selling their voice for legs. Sidon doesn’t have pelvic fins, so there can be no extension of his fins for claspers. So it’s pretty much no two-dicks for Sidon, he only needs the one. But there’s more, and how fish-like would his peen be?

Zora have legs, and they’re bipedal (my time to shine). The Zora are not human, but for the sake of everything(?) the Hylians are considered to have largely the same human biology, even how they reproduce. Zora have also been confirmed to lay eggs, but does this affect sex? Meh, not really. Lots of fish inseminate outside of the body, but lots of animals (including some fish, even the shark!) inseminate internally before laying eggs, so it’s possible for Zora to have sex. But back to the legs, this means that sexual intercourse can happen both in the water and on land (like people, water isn’t recommended as it’s a horrible lubricant). Some amphibians mate on land, some mate in water, but none are humanoid (like Zora). The legs are important, as they give a pretty big indication on how a Zora penis probably looks. Remember how I mentioned his Father looked a whale? Which is a mammal? (We are not getting into whale penises, they are actually frightening, and this is a whale with legs) Quadrupedal and pseudo-bipedal mammals have a baculum, or a penis-bone (they have a true boner). This helps with penetration more than anything, as navigating that while walking on all-fours is probably pretty hard to do. The Zora are bipedal, as they are “Humanoid” and so won’t have a baculum, so we can also rule out a penis-bone. So it’s most likely they have a floppy penis that becomes erect when aroused.

The bipedalism is another reason for the lack of two-dicks. As Zora stand upright with no issues, and continuously while on land, they must have a more human shaped pelvis. The human pelvis is structured in a way to accommodate axial loading (they can cope with us standing up-right). Claspers and baculums would get bashed about, and that would be PAINFUL. If Sidon had claspers, they would be permanently bruised and he would never be able to walk on land on two legs, making mating basically impossible. It’s why humans with a penis do not have a baculum, they would probably die. From what I’ve read, claspers don’t retract, they’re just sort of…. There. Sidon would need somewhere to put them when he walks, and it would still be very uncomfortable. Or he would have to walk very carefully, and bow-legged.

So in short, Sidon can’t have two dicks. All the Zora would need to have two dicks (Sidon is still the same species). Claspers are a no-go, otherwise he would be stuck in water all the time, he also has no pelvic fins, and that’s the main reason sharks have two claspers. Likely, due to the Zora being humanoid he would have a humanoid penis, or at least he would need one penis that’s flaccid until needed, otherwise he’s not walking on two legs. (Have you seen some with a boner trying to walk? Imagine that ALL THE DAMN TIME.)

Sidon has no penis in the character design because Nintendo. It would be weird to put it in a game that’s rated 12.

Sorry if it offends anyone, I just can’t get around him having two penises, it really doesn’t make sense. He’s still beautiful though.

[oh-my-otome]

Hi lovely, if you bought them, could you kindly give me the run down of the slbp epilogues for the current es? Saving pearls for the upcoming birthdays so I gotta know if these epilogues are worth it! :)

Hello Precious!

The ones I bought are:

Ieyasu

Toshiie

Kenshin

Mitsunari

I thought Mitsunari’s could have been better, based on how his epilogue is advertised:

I was expecting some next-level stunting from Inuchiyo who, from what I can remember off the tip of my brain, has only yielded to another man, without any back-sass, twice: those men being Nobunaga and Mitsuhide.

In Mitsunari’s episode, he doesn’t even speak to Inuchiyo.

“He has not even tried to speak, his brows forming a deep crease above his nose from the moment Inuchiyo arrived.”

Before we can read more about Mitsunari’s grump-face, we’re told not to mind it by Sakon, who tells Chiyo about the tea house in town.

According to professional virgin Sakon, the ladies at the tea house are the fairest in all the land. Chiyo says that he doubts it, but tells Sakon to ask Hideyoshi of the Thousand Lovers, for advice.

Hideyoshi outs Mitsunari in front of the whole crew:

Mitsunari says that it is a “worthless tome of lies,” like he always does, and leaves, while everyone silently comes to the same conclusion– he’s read it, more than once.

When you go to bring him some manju, you hear a bunch of stuff fall inside the room. Mitsunari plays it off and sits down to eat, but you can’t help but notice the rough way he jammed a book back onto the shelf when he usually treats his books with reverence.

When you come back at dinner time, you run into Inuchiyo, who’s still yakking about you being like a little sister. As Inuchiyo says his good-byes, Mitsunari’s spidey sense is tingling, and he happens (”happens?”) to come from around the corner.

And just stands there.

You and Chiyo look at him, wondering what is up. You say that Inuchiyo is leaving, to which Mitsunari simply says “…Is he.”

Inuchiyo leaves, walking right past Mitsunari, neither of them saying a word to the other. When you try to talk to Mitsunari, he also turns to leave without saying anything.

When you get back to his room, you say that he’s jealous of Inuchiyo, even though he says that nothing is wrong. When you laugh, he cups your face, so you close your eyes, thinking he’s going to kiss you, but he doesn’t. 

You bring his hand back to cup your face, looking at him longingly.

Mitsunari perfects the yukadon:

When you moan, Mitsunari is startled. He hits pause, and goes over to his book shelf, but not before barking that you should close your eyes. 

He’s got the Lover’s Guide hidden inside of another book, and this is what he was fiddling with when you heard that loud noise earlier.

Before he can read about what to do next, Sakon comes to the door, calling for him to come eat dinner.

“That would be all that would happen between us that night, but I was glad to know Lord Mitsunari better than I had before.”

In Inuchiyo’s epilogue, he’s still concerned with how you’re doing, after wanting him to hold you, as you get through your moments of depression and grief. 

It’s time for you to go to bed, but he says that you can stay in his room with him, if you want. 

The next morning, Hideyoshi helps himself to some assumptions:

When he learns that you’re not doing the horizontal mambo every night– or any night –he yells at Inuchiyo.

“You have a beautiful woman stopping by your room night after night, and yet…This would never happen if it were me…in fact, I’m ashamed to call you a fellow man. Pathetic.”

Inuchiyo is annoyed, but Hideyoshi continues, saying that Inuchiyo shouldn’t “reject a free meal,” and that he has to man up soon.

When you and Chiyo go to visit lord Katsuie, he asks when to expect your babies, making Inuchiyo do a spit take. 

At first, Katsuie thinks that you already have a baby on the way, but when he finds out that you haven’t lain with each other, he is as horrified as Hideyoshi.

“What kind of man can’t make love to the woman of his dreams, huh?! Hurry up and become a man, Toshiie! No need for cheesy pick up lines! Night or day, if you’re a man you’ll shut your mouth and get to it”

You hold hands as you walk home, and when you get there, you tell Inuchiyo for the thousandth time, since the last couple of epilogues, that you want to climb him like a jungle gym:

Inuchiyo curls up in your arms, and you hold him.

It’s nice to read about a man not being ready, for a change, but at the same time, it’s frustrating to those who have already read his route and know exactly why he’s not ready. 

We don’t want to see a rehashing of that– we want what his route ending should have had more of!

In Ieyasu’s epilogue, you’re walking down the corridor and happen across Toramatsu. He says that it seems like Ieyasu has changed, but before you can ask him about it, he keeps walking.

Spotting Ieyasu up ahead, you call out to him, but are stopped by Tadakatsu, who says to leave Yasu alone. 

Tadakatsu says that the direction Ieyasu is going in leads to his private baths, and that Yasu hates to be interrupted during his bath time– according to Tadakatsu’s made-up lore:

So naturally, he goes running down the hall after him:

Later, you bring Ieyasu his yooj, and then you make yourself comfortable in his room. You remember that he hadn’t punished anyone involved in the uprising, and think that maybe that was what Toramatsu meant when he said that Ieyasu has changed.

Yasu says that you’re disturbing him, and when he asks what you’re thinking about, you reply that you’re thinking about him. 

This prompts him to pull you against him, so that your faces are almost right against one another.

Seasoned virgin that he is, he says that he’s going to “sleep,” so you get up and start cleaning up his dishes, so you can get out of his hair.

When he sees that you didn’t get his totally-clear-and-couldn’t-be-confused-at-all hint that he wanted to tear his V-card to shreds, he sulks by throwing himself bodily underneath his covers, “curling up in a little sullen ball.”

Soon after you leave, Tadatsugu comes in, none the wiser. Tadatsugu notices something is wrong with him and Yasu yells at him that he’s as dim-witted as you.

Iegrumpsu throws him out.

As you’re walking back to Ieyasu’s room, Tadatsugu has some fun tricking you into using his lord’s private bath. 

You’re so caught up in trying to figure out Emoyasu’s strange mood that you misunderstand:

“Actually, there is a secret bath hidden away here in Hamamatsu Castle.”

He tells you that it is restricted so as to not diminish the healing properties in the water. 

Mhmm. 

Everyone knows that Tadatsugu is a giant shipper. We’re on to you!

As you luxuriate in the bath, suddenly a voice hisses right in your ear! Tadatsugu either got him to go to the baths to calm down, or he went on his own, before you got there. 

Either way, Ieyasu is right behind you in the water, and you’re both completely naked.

You even check out his junk for a quick second.

He notices you trying to size him up on the sly, and when you turn away, he clicks his tongue, saying he won’t wait:

Tadakatsu wanders in, and Yasu gets out of the water, nekkid ass nekkid, in order to trip Tadakatsu into the water, so you can escape unseen.

“My mind keeps going back to lord Ieyasu’s urgent, relentless kisses. It keeps reminding me of how it felt while he was touching me…and all the while, my heart tells me it wasn’t entirely disagreeable after all.”

Kenshin’s epilogue starts with you walking down the hall with Kanetsugu. 

You think about asking why women are not allowed in the castle, when Kageie’s dongeie comes out to play, as he’s on his way to the baths:

You go screaming down the hallway and throw yourself under your covers, but not before turning into Yukimura for a quick sec:

You feel bad, because you think you overreacted, and you want to apologize to Kageie, because story.

Kageie asks you why you ran away and you blurt out an “I’m sorry!” before you run away again. He then asks aloud why you keep running away from him, causing Kenshin to ask what happened. 

Kanetsugu explains.

Kenshin then gives Kageie the eyes.

You think that Kanetsugu is going to chastise you, but he actually apologizes for you having to see an unwashed peen the other day. 

He tells you to go to Kenshin’s room.

Kenshin asks you to massage him, and you oblige:

As you’re making out with Kenshin, Kageie is talking to Yocchi, elsewhere:

[mortyvongola2-0]

Proof of Strength

Chapter 1: Whiff

Pairing: Alpha! Kylo Ren x Omega! Reader

Genre: a/b/o fic, slowburn, multichapter, 18+

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: language, sexual themes, lying, and a/b/o dynamics.

Read it on AO3

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The First Order offered great opportunities. You were poor and downtrodden when they showed up, claiming to have solutions to your poverty, that they would clothe, bathe, and provide food for all in exchange for hard work. Their propaganda promised a beautiful future, where no one would ever be as poor as you were again. Immediately, you wanted to join but there was one rather large problem. The First Order only hired alphas and betas. And therein lied your problem, as you were neither an alpha nor beta. You were an omega.

 Omegas were rare, as the gene mutation required to be an omega was even more recessive than the alpha gene. They were less independent, they required protection and mass amounts of supervision during their heats, and the biggest difference in strength was in their upper bodies, as omegas do not require the upper body strength of an alpha or even a beta. In exchange the lower body strength of an omega was much more prevalent then for either other designation. Being an omega was also a lot harder to hide then being an alpha, the hormones of an omega heavily influence those of other designations, which was most likely the reason why the First Order did not hire or train them.

 Nowadays, alphas found omegas to be more of a chore than anything. It used to be that alphas and omegas were fated to bond, that they would thrive well when mated with one another, but as more and more betas arose the less alphas wanted to put in the extra effort to take on an omega. You understood, if you weren’t an omega you wouldn’t want to have to be stuck with what the rumors made you sound like either. But, to you, there would always be something special about the bond between an alpha and omega. Others called you an idealist, or a romanticist, but you had seen that special bond firsthand. Your parents had that bond, so strong and beautiful, and you wished for that same sort of love.

 You scratched at the scent gland on the left side of your neck as you stared at the First Order poster on the wall. The wind blew your scarf into your face along with some grains of black sand. I could get away with it, you thought. This shouldn’t be a problem. You clicked your tongue and tugged the poster off the wall. My family needs the money, and everything else they’re offering doesn’t sound too bad. Can’t imagine it being any worse than this. You rubbed a dirty finger under your nose and began to walk back out and into the streets, the poster now shoved into your satchel and a hum on your lips, images of infiltrating the First Order playing continually in your mind’s eye. This’ll be fun.

 ~

 This is most certainly not fun, you thought as you crawled, much slower than everyone else, along the thick mud. The First Order really knew how to whip its people into shape, that’s for sure. You had passed their physical exam, as the differences between omegas and female betas bodies were very minimal hormone wise, and you made sure you had been suppressing with steroids long enough beforehand to not have to worry about being caught, besides hardly anyone tested for steroids anymore. Most designations didn’t suppress and if they did it was with more herbal remedies, as steroids were seen as archaic and more dangerous than helpful. The biggest differences between omega and beta, however, were all anatomically the same as an alpha. A bonding gland and six scent glands; one on each side of the neck right under the jaw and closer to the ears, one in each wrist, and one at each junction where pelvis met pubic area. But luckily for you, they didn’t do any full body scans and your bonding gland was smaller than average, so it could be easily passed as a simple knot or inflamed muscle on your shoulder.

 However, passing the physical labor portions, like crawling, climbing, heavy lifting, pushups, and even shooting, those were the tests where the true difficulty for you was. You were barely scraping by, and it took all your effort to be passable in these areas of strength. Unfortunately, that meant you were at the very bottom of your class, but at this point you were far too invested to give up. Passing was still passing; no matter what place you were. Though your testing scores and stamina more than made up for what you lacked. You were a quick study so your grades placed you above average testing wise, which balanced out with your physical scores, rounded you out to a nice average.

 You were very aware of how suspicious your weaknesses could make you seem, so you did your best to tone down the strengths of your lower body as well as worked really hard to increase what you could do with your upper body. And after a little more than a year of training, you were officially inducted as a member of the First Order, smack dab in the middle of your class. You were so proud of yourself and were extra relieved when you learned that your position put you far away from the frontlines.

 As time passed your work ethic brought you more and more promotions. Seven years after your graduation saw you as a lead programmer and the promotion after that brought you to your station on the Finalizer. You loved your job. The only downside to it was the amount of exposure to the Commander as well as the General of the First Order. Both of which were very strong alphas, probably the strongest you had ever seen. The stronger the alpha the better they could smell and the more reactive they were to omega hormones and pheromones/scents. You had to avoid them like the plague, as despite your monthly steroid suppressions they would still be able to catch a whiff of your scent. If you got too close your cover would be blown and you’d be removed, or worse killed, for your lies. Just thinking about it had you close to hyperventilating.

 “You alright?” Your coworker, Lee a beta, asked you and placed his hand on your shoulder softly. That snapped you out of your trance and you turned toward him calmly. You hadn’t realized that you’d been spacing out. Earlier that morning Kylo Ren had almost gotten close enough to smell you and that had thrown you into a frenzied inner monologue of please don’t take a deep breath, please don’t take a deep breath, please don’t take a deep breath!

 “Leave her alone, she literally almost bumped into the Commander this morning,” your other coworker, Avery also a beta, said in response to Lee. She pointed her fork at him and leaned forward on her elbows “Her life is probably still flashing through her eyes. She’s lucky he ignored her.”

“Ah man, that is lucky,” Lee mumbled and put his hand back down beside his plate. He picked up his eating utensils and used them to take a bite of the meat he had chosen from the dinner line. “Kylo Ren has been aboard for quite some time, why do you think that is?”

 Avery shrugged then pushed her plate forward, no longer interested in her dinner choices. She used her fork to emphasize her hand motions. “I don’t know, but the General has been really on edge because of it.”

 “Heh, he almost exploded this morning after Kylo Ren destroyed one of our consoles. I’d never seen so much color on his face before,” Lee snickered. You snorted in response, remembering the steaming General in all his angered glory. The feud between the ginger and the helmeted knight was no secret, they fought often and loudly. Hux with his sarcasm and snarky attitude and Kylo Ren with his blatant disregard for all of the rules and commands the General had in place. It was quite comical really, like a well-rehearsed routine. You slurped up your soup thoughtfully.

 “What I wouldn’t give to sit on that pale face,” Avery said in a playful lilt. You promptly spit out your soup and Lee choked on the water he had started to sip at.

 “Kriff, Avery, don’t say crap like that when I’m eating,” you grumbled and started to wipe up the mess you had made. She snickered and crossed her arms over her chest triumphantly, unashamed of her hazardous mindset. You could see it now, the General chuckling as he shoved her out the airlock for embarrassing him. You shivered.

 “What? I’m serious,” she said with a smirk. “He is one attractive man. You can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it.”

 I’m too busy thinking about the ways he’d murder me if he got close enough to smell me, you thought and shook your head at her. “Nope, can’t say that I have.”

 “You’ve seriously never thought about it? What about for any of the other officers? Is there not an alpha you would pretend to be an omega for?”

 “Avery, give it a rest. Not everyone is as crazed as you,” Lee muttered. “Besides, don’t you think they would rather have an actual omega then someone pretending to be one?”

 “But there are hardly any left, plus I remember someone talking about how much of a hassle being bonded to an actual omega is.” That irked you. You doubted anyone, let alone any alpha, on this ship had actually met an unsuppressed omega let alone bonded with one.

 “Well you could still be a bit more respectful.” You nodded in response to Lee. Respect would be nice, you felt like you were owed at least a little of it due to your success in hiding who you were and proving that omegas were more than capable of caring for themselves. “Leave your weird fetishes for your diary log.”

 “How do you pretend to be an omega?” Curiosity had gotten the better of you.

 Lee sighed loudly and placed his hand against his forehead. “Why would you encourage her.” Avery, in response, beamed at you and leaned forward; both of her hands pressed against the table and fork long forgotten by her plate. “Pretending to be in heat is of course the main thing. Except, be a bit less needy and it’s not like you can actually last for as long as a real heat. You can also say a bunch of stuff about scent, and bonding, and blah blah blah, pretend to be weaker and in need of protection, it’s a lot of fun if your partner is into it.”

 “Gross,” you muttered and took another slurp of your soup. Heats in general were gross. They were long, lasting anywhere from 5 to 14 days. It started with a fever, general sluggishness, difficulty breathing and a foggy mindset, eventually your body would start the reproductive response. Slick would start to pool around your entrance and your glands would swell to the point of discomfort, it hurt quite a bit. An urge to lesson discomfort through orgasm would grow and eventually everything would begin to blend together. Pheromones would  be released in order to attract any nearby alpha and force them into a rut. The only things that could lessen the immense discomfort were sex and medications, but those were short term remedies, as their effects would dissipate rather quickly. Unless the sex involved a knot then, and only then, the discomfort would dissolve long enough for an omega to take care of themselves. Part of the reason why they required protection during their heats was because they risked dehydration and malnourishment the longer the heat went on.

 You had never had sex, let alone with an alpha, so you weren’t entirely sure how clear minded you became after knotting. Even now it had been many years since your last heat, but you could somewhat remember struggling through them earlier on in your life. “I don’t think so but, whatever. I’ve got to get back to training some new recruits.” Avery yawned and stood. She grabbed her tray and started walking toward the exit. “See you guys later.”

 “Bye,” you stated and waved in response, now trying your best to remember what struggling through your heat felt like.

 “She needs to keep quiet about stuff like that,” Lee told you quietly. “The First Order is very strict about relations between officers. She could get in real trouble for just saying some of that stuff.”

 “Then you need to be careful too.” A smirk crawled onto your face and you wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Did you think you and Miss Vanya were being discreet?” A light blush dusted his tan ears. You chuckled at his embarrassment and shook your head. “I didn’t need to hear the two of you in your office, but I did. You’re more of a screamer than I thought.”

 “I um, I just realized I still have a project I need to finish, so I’ll uh- we’ll talk later,” he scrambled to clean his area. “See you!”

 After he scurried off you kept your smirk and finished your soup. You checked the time to make sure you still had a bit before you needed to head back and lazily began to clean your space. A yawn escaped your lips as you started your trek back to your office.

 Lee and Avery were good people, very smart and hard workers. Avery had been your friend since your initial training, she had helped immensely with trying to get your upper body in shape. The two of you had been separated after initiation and reunited when they assigned you to this ship. Avery was now the trainer assigned to your section, working alongside or sometimes directly under you to help the newer programmers meet First Order standards.

 Lee had trained you in your original position when you first arrived on the Finalizer and now, he was directly in charge of the stromtrooper training programs and battle training designs. You were proud of him, even though his position meant you couldn’t see him as often. He was at Captain Phasma’s beck and call, coming up with the ideas that your department would bring to life via code. Again, you snickered thinking about his embarrassment at your discovery. You were determined to never let him live it down.

 Once you reached your office, you punched in your code and the doors easily slid open. Your main job was to receive orders and delegate the coding and programming to those under you. The paperwork was immense, and you hardly ever got to do any of the actual programming that you enjoyed, but you enjoyed the raise and respect the position brought you. Besides, if someone else didn’t understand or finish their work, it was up to you to do it so there were occasions when you got to do what you enjoyed, however rare they were. You slid into your desk chair quietly and got to work.

 Later in the evening, after your shift had finished, you entered your quarters and immediately knew something was wrong. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing, and your omega instincts were kicking into gear. Predator, your mind supplied. The faint scent of alpha pheromones tickled your nose and you shivered. The suppressants dulled your sense of smell, so you could not identify who it was, but you knew what they were. You took a tentative step forward, hands trembling and body on full alert. Who would have access to your quarters? Higher command had access, generals, captains, commanders. An alpha and a higher up, oh no. They must know. They’re here to kick me out, to kill me, they know!

 You took a few more steps forward, right outside the open entrance to your bed. They were in there, in your room, the smell was stronger in that direction. There was no sound, so they weren’t moving, but they were in there. A cold sweat broke out all over your body and you could take a guess as to who it was. It had to be the Commander. He was the only one who had been close enough to you to get a good whiff of your suppressed omega smell. Kylo Ren was absolutely going to murder you, no question. Still trembling, you resigned yourself to your fate, and finally stepped into your measly bedroom.

 And there he stood, in all his black and murderous glory. Kylo Ren was standing against the left wall, his visor was turned toward you, effectively intimidating you further. You almost squeaked under his intense scrutinizing and judging by the way his chest rose and fell a bit more deliberately, you knew he was taking in your scent. He took a large step forward; you took a frightened step backward. That cycle continued until you were no longer able to back up. He had you back up against your refresher door, his helmeted head literally pressed into the crook of your neck, one hand at you hip and the other holding your head back to further expose your nape. Your instinctual response was submission and following that instinct you craned your head away and further into his hold, effectively exposing your scent and bonding glands to him. I’m going to die, he’s going to strangle me, and I will die.

 And all at once, he pulled away.

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 05.10.17 lb

why is mr. “who are you???” looking for anika? that too in om’s room?

sup tanya? 

someone plug tanya in and charge her, coz she be like: 

...... like my insomniac ass has more energy than her. 

aaaaaaand the power is out. as usual. you guys should invest in an inverter or something. 

aw man, his first thought is her. shivaaaaaaaay, you stupid, adorable man. 

damn, tanya be smarter than she looks. what energy she conserves in talking, she uses to chalaofy dimaag. she’s svetlana-level smart. kachchi khilaadi nahi hai! 

what random room is he breaking into?

ohhh this is that ugly pink guest room. 

his face man. his face is killllllllllllling me. 😭😭😭😭

the jig is up. the billu is out the bag. 

omg f off tanya, let a man hug his wife for 3 seconds. 

this poor helpless boy. he’s just trying to keep everyone from getting murdered, man. 

anika, if you know he’s doing this for a reason, then stop hounding him to recognize you??? like???????? 

oh shit is she gonna catch them? 

nope. shivaay to the rescue. 

damn, this tanya really is smarter than she looks. 

“problem humari hai, jab yeh ghar ban raha tha tab tum paida nahi hui thi, warna tumse poonch lete ki fuse box kahan hona chahiye.”  “fuse box agar is room mein hai, toh lights on kyun nahi hui?” “.... kyunki main electrician nahi hoon.” 

LMAO OMG SNARK SINGH OBEROI 🤣🤣🤣🤣

oh boyyyyy, anika has it out for luchiii tuchiiii tanya. 

rudra ghar pe nahi hai, toh anika is teaming up with second most bewakoof wafadaaar: khanna 

lol ok i kinda love this stupid pair. 

abbe anika, saaaay chandniiiiiiiiiii

OH GOD KHANNA 

people are almost murdered in this house on an hourly basis, tanya. gotta get used to it if you’re gonna live here. 

lmao “aapke liye toh shivaay sir ka phone matlab yamraj ke order jaisa.” 

i really love that blue bookshelf and mirror. #wishlist

lmaooooo omg anika is saying the same thing i did about oberoi mansion 

oh god what is omkara even doing??? i don’t even wanna watch this track. 

shakki dimaag ke awaiiii ke pentre. 

is he on drugs again????? 

waqt bitaana hai aur akele mein.... WHICH IS WHY YOU HAVE A ROOM IN YOUR HOUSE. WHY WOULD YOU BRING HER TO THIS SHADY-DIRTY HOTEL????

“tumhare standard ki toh hai” OMFG OMKARA

oh godddddddd jamaaalgota. what is this, the 90s???? 

i love khanna’s fanboy-ing over anika. he’s living vicariously through her. 

yup, anika’s fully been influenced by andaz apna apna. 

the best bollywood movie of all time. OF ALL TIME.

anika going on a rant about people not having seen AAA is so me, it’s not even funny. 

lmao “aap aas paas rahiyega... hosla-afzaai ke liye” 

OMKARA WHAT THE FUCK EVEN, I HAVE SO MUCH MICHMICHIIIIIIIIII RN

oh gauriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. girllllllll. *holds her to me and never lets go* 

OM I NEVER THOUGHT I COULD HATE YOU SO MUCH BUT HERE WE ARE

jesus, tanya is such an ajeeeb gale paduuuuu. 

anika’s “specialty” is roohafza. bringing up the grand total of things she can make to TWO. 

“darro mat, ismein maine kuch bhi nahi milaya.” 

LMAO. SOUNDS LEGIT. 

“mera matlab, cheeni tak nahi milaayi. shivaay toh cheeni se sau miiil ke doori pe rehte hai. tabhi toh itne kadwe hai.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT LOL. USKE BEECH MEIN PATI KO TAANA. 

hahahahaha, shivaay’s suspicious look. 

oh god sahillllllllll nooooooooo! 

LMAO SHIVAAY’S EXPRESSION. SON, DON’T YOU KNOW YOUR WIFE BY NOW????  

ok anika abhi zyaada ho raha hai. everyyyyone is suspicious now.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand like in AAA, the glasses are all mixed up. 

anikaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. why so pativrata??? usse peene deti. he deserves some jamaalgota in his life. 

lolllllllllll shivaay just muttering the word CHEAP over and overrrrr 😂😂😂

shivaaaay fully knows something is up. look at his look of resignation, yet waiting for something to happen. 

OMFG SHIVAAY WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON 😒😒😒😒

this is a reaallllllllly classy room for a shady “by the hour” hotel. 

ugh om i haaaaaaaaaaaaaate you so much rn

he had this waiting in this room???? 

NO DON’T TOUCH HERRRRRRRRRR GET YOUR FILTHY MITTS OFF HER

gauri nooooooooooo. 😩😩😩😩😩

oh ho anika, just let her gooooo to the bathroom, what is wrong with youuuu???? 

lol omg emotional blackmailllllllllllll 

shivaay’s confused af faces are giving me life. 😂😂😂😂

anika’s cackle just added 5 years to my life. 😇😇😇

UGH I REALLY DON���T WANNA WATCH THIS RIKARA PLOTTTTTTTT I AM HAVING FORCED WEDDING DAY WAALI MICHMICHIIIIIIIIIIIIII

lol whyyyyy do none of the obros know what a chathth/terrace is???? this is clearly not a terrace. 

intentional symbolism with the white sari???? well, maybe subconsciously by omkara, since he picked it out. 

ok om this is a hella lotta extra work for humiliating someone. like, you didn’t even know she was coming back until half an hour ago?????

ok who tf is in charge of the music selection for rikara and why do they hate their job so much????? WHY DO THEY PICK SUCH CRAPPY OLD-SCHOOL SONGS??????? 

OMG I SAW ONE HOT SECOND OF THE LIP SYNCING AND I CAN’T.... LIKE... THIS IS HORRIBLE. SP. BALASUBRAMANIAM’S VOICE DOES NOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT SUIT HIM. I LOVE YOU KUNAL BUT NO. NOPE. ABSOLUTELY NOT. 

fwding through it, and gosh, gauri looks so happy. oh bb. 😣😣😣

omkara, what right even do you have to look so fucking angsty and sad and demand answers????? you have no answers for herrr, why the fuck even should she be committed to you or this sham of a “marriage”??? 

wait, was that all a dream or??? what’s happening????? 

NO. DON’T PLAY ROMANTIC MUSIC RIGHT NOW. AND YOUUUUU, YOU HORRIBLE BOY, DO NOT FUCKING DO WHAT I THINK YOU’RE ABOUT TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GODDAMNIT OMKARA I WANT TO CHOP THOSE SEXY HANDS OF YOURS OFFFFFFFFFFFFF

..... QUESTION: why do this on the hotel terrace, when you’re paying for a perfectly good room??? like... it just seems like a waste of money. 

i can’t believeeeeeeeeeeeeeee that the rikara tharak we all wanted is being corrupted to this extentttttt. fucking hellllll harneet. 

“kaisa lag raha hai?”.... “did you like it???”..... did all these brothers take seduction classes from the same person??? 

i must say, i commend whoever they took the classes from, for putting emphasis on the woman’s pleasure. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND YEAH I WANT HIM DEAD. I WANT HIM TO MEET A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH. I WANT SHIVAAY TO BEAT HIS ASS TO WITHIN AN INCH OF HIS LIFE FOR FUCKING WITH GAURI LIKE THIS 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

oh man, her faceeeeee. 

YAAAAS BITCH DO NOT LET HIM WALK AWAY. TEAR HIM A NEW ONE, QUEEN. TEAR HIM THREE NEW ONES. 

aaaankhon se kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa dekhaaaaaa you sawwwwww nothingggggggggggggggggg you idiotttt???? 

what gehri chot, you stupid fucker?? fuck off with your non-existent, entirely-manufactured-by-your-fucked-up-by-drugs-brain manpain. 

jhoot aur sach ki toh baaaaaat hi mat karo tum omkara. like.... i can’t even... 

omkara i hope you repay all of her tears with YOUR BLOOD. BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD. DIEEEEE YOU ASSHOLE. 

GAURI WHY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO THIS CRAPPPPPP???????????????????????????

GO GAURI. JUST FUCKING LEAVE. DON’T EVEN TURN BACK TO LOOK AT THIS SON OF A BITCH. EVER. FUCKING EVER. 

GOD, JUST GIVE ME SHIVIKA ALREADYYYYYY!!!!! I CAN’T HANDLE BHAVYA’S SADNESS TOOOOOOO RIGHT NOW. 

ET TU, OFFICER DAD???????

GOD I’M FUCKING EXHAUSTED BY THIS EPISODE. IMMA GO SHOVEL COLD PIZZA INTO MY FACE HOLE IN AN ATTEMPT TO FILL THE VOID INSIDE ME. I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY OMKARA. 😒😒😒

ohhhhhhhhhhhh lord, shivaay’s gotten wind of the kalyani mills secret. like the poor boy didn’t have enough issues in his life. 

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine one-shot - “One Day at a Time” (Rated PG13)

Grieving the loss of his mother has taken its toll on Kurt. He’s stopped eating, stopped sleeping, has basically given up on life. But Blaine is determined not to give up on his husband. (1459 words)

Story changes the timeline so that Kurt's mother dies when he's an adult. This is another re-write. Warning for anxiety attacks.

Read on AO3.

The drive back to the rental house takes forever as soon as the worst of the storm hits. They didn’t see it coming. The sky had been blue and clear all morning. The clouds crept in on them unexpectedly while they napped, tanning on their towels under the early summer sun. There hadn’t been much more than a strong breeze to warn them before thunder punched the air, the skies opened up, and the rain washed down.

All it takes is a clap of thunder and the touch of rain to paralyze Kurt. He doesn’t move, he just falls apart all at once. Once Kurt starts crying - choking around panicked, open-mouthed screams, tears running down his face in droves - he can’t make himself calm down. He shakes all over, uncontrollably, every muscle in his body trying to tear out from under his skin. Blaine has to carry Kurt, fireman style, at a run to the car. He can’t leave Kurt alone even for a second when he’s like this, so they end up abandoning their towels on the beach and drive at full tilt back to their summer rental.

This was not supposed to happen, and not just this disaster at the beach.

This was not supposed to be their life. This was not the man Blaine married.

The tragic accident that took Kurt’s mother from him didn’t only end her life. In many ways, it ended Kurt’s life as well.

Kurt stopped taking care of himself. He doesn’t feed himself; he barely sleeps. He’s given up on nearly everything he loves – sewing, music, theater. He hasn’t touched his piano or his sewing machine since the funeral. He doesn’t often leave the house, and when he does, he puts no effort into what he wears or how he looks. Little things trigger small crying fits – the smell of his mom’s favorite perfume, cheesecake (the dessert they always made together), her favorite song, the one that she would sing to him when he was little, before she put him to bed.

But the most devastating trigger by far for Kurt has been the rain.

Elizabeth Hummel died in a four car pile-up during a sudden spring deluge three months ago, and Kurt hasn’t been the same since. Blaine knew that Kurt and his mother were close, but he could never have predicted this. Maybe it wasn’t the fact that she died, but the fact that she was taken from her son so early. Whatever the reason, he’s stuck in this time and place, with no impetus to move forward from here.

What is the purpose of starring on Broadway if his mother isn’t there to see him? Why work so hard on starting his own clothing line if she can’t sit by the runway during Fashion Week when he debuted? Why even think about adopting children if she isn’t there to spoil them?

Blaine loved Kurt’s mother, too, but he knows that giving up on life isn’t going to bring her back. He wants to continue on.

Kurt is standing still.

Blaine couldn’t stand the thought that he might lose Kurt, so he planned a second honeymoon and whisked his husband away to the coast – a place they’ve been to many times before, a place where they could always be themselves together, where they could be alone and forget that the world existed for a while.

Blaine wanted to escape to a place where he might be able to put his grieving husband back together.

Blaine had planned their trip so meticulously. That’s the painful part about Kurt’s meltdown. Blaine had pinpointed a block of time when the National Weather Service guaranteed that the chances of a storm would be less than 10%, promising sunny skies for the whole week.

Blaine thought they’d be safe.

Well, here Blaine is, driving his hysterical husband back to their rental in the 9.9% chance of a storm.

When this is all over, he’s going to be writing the director of the National Weather Service a strongly worded email.

Blaine pulls their car into the garage; Kurt races out before it even stops rolling.

“Kurt!” Blaine calls after him, throwing the car into park and following Kurt into the house. Kurt doesn’t stop. He doesn’t seem to hear. He runs into their bedroom, straight into the bathroom (the only room without a window), and shuts the door, locking it behind him.

More thunder booms, resonating like the flat end of a large, ball-peen hammer pounding against the roof, shaking the whole house. When the noise subsides, Blaine hears what remains of Kurt’s tortured cry.

“Kurt,” Blaine yells. He doesn’t want to yell at his husband, but he needs to be heard through the door and over the rain. “What do you need me to do?”

“I … I don’t know,” comes Kurt’s shuddering reply. “I just … I just want to get away from the—-“

More thunder roars, cutting Kurt off. The din outside bleeds away into whimpers from behind the door, and Blaine sinks down onto the floor, feeling helpless.

“Do you … do you want to go somewhere else?” Blaine offers. “Somewhere further inland? Maybe the storm’s not as bad away from the water.”

“I don’t want to go back out in that!” Kurt cries, a frightened edge barreling through his voice full-force, and Blaine feels his husband’s terror like a pickaxe through his skull.

“I know, Kurt! I know! I’m sorry!” he says, on the verge of breaking down himself, knowing he can’t, not in any way. “I’m trying to help, baby. I want to help you.”

He hears a small, trembling sniffle. “I know, I know,” Kurt answers softly, bracing himself for more thunder to come.

“Do you have any ideas?” Blaine remembers the steps their counselor taught him, to take a step back and let Kurt come up with solutions for himself, not force ideas on him. Sometimes, these steps are hard for Blaine to follow. He doesn’t like standing back and doing nothing where it involves his husband.

He doesn’t like seeing Kurt in pain.

“I think …” Kurt starts, and Blaine holds his breath to listen. “I think, maybe … I’m just going to take a shower.”

Blaine could have laughed. He might have let one slip in his relief.

“How is taking a shower different than being out in the rain?” Blaine asks, going for humor, trying to make his husband laugh again.

But Kurt’s not there yet, and his joke misses its mark.

“I don’t know! It just is, alright?” Kurt yells, the tears in his voice still present, ever-present.

They don’t ever seem to go away.

“I’m sorry, Kurt.” Blaine switches back to a low, soothing voice. “That was stupid and uncalled for. But, honestly, I don’t know what to do.”

“I---I don’t know, either. I’m not sure why this is happening. I feel … lost. A-and alone.”

Blaine used to get so offended when Kurt said that. How could he feel alone when the man who loves him more than anyone in the world is standing right in front of him? But it’s the truth. What Kurt is going through is like some bizarre mind-control. It’s a slippery slope for both of them. Nothing about what Kurt is suffering makes sense to Blaine. All he knows is that no matter what, he can’t leave Kurt to fight this alone.

Through sickness and in health.

He’ll keep learning, keep doing, keep adapting, keep trying.

Each roar of thunder hits Kurt at the core of his psyche and sets alarm bells blaring in his brain, ringing throughout his body, klaxons and sirens going off at once, all screaming their own separate warnings. They ring so loudly that they fill Kurt’s head to bursting. He turns on the water and throws his hands over his ears, humming in an effort to drown them out, but he can’t hear himself think.

Which means Kurt also doesn’t hear the door open, the lock picked from the outside. With his hands plastered over his ears, he can’t hear Blaine step inside and remove his shoes. With his eyes squeezed shut, he doesn’t see Blaine pull aside the shower curtain and climb inside the tub, crouching to sit across from him. Kurt startles at the first unexpected press of lips against his forehead and his eyes snap open, but the moment his husband’s arms wrap around him, he melts into them.

“It’s alright,” Blaine says as Kurt cries against his shoulder, planting kiss after kiss across Kurt’s wet forehead and whispering words of encouragement into his skin. “It’s okay. You’re not alone. You can do this. We’ll do it together … one day at a time.”

[cupnoodle-queen]

Baby's breath, calla lily, windflower, golden rod, dandelion! :) g'morning

Good morning bb c:

baby’s breath: 5 things you associate yourself with:- writing- expensive coffee- white cotton t-shirts- music- stormy weather

calla lily: are you more of a sunny day or a rainy evening?rainy evenings, everytime (I’m actually not a huge fan of the sun)

windflower: list 5 of your favorite blogs and explain why i like themNO! I will tag all the goddamn people I want-

*attempts to single-handedly tag everyone of the blogs I follow/my mutuals*

*internet crashes* …well, I tried.

I will list ten instead (yes Sarah, I took your idea):

@xnoctits - this chick. this. chick. this chick can write smut that goes straight to the c00t3r and shoot your pants off, take selfies that will give you heat strokes and has a sense of humor that will improve the overall quality of your life. I’m so happy she’s my fwend / future wifey.

@nifwrites - my bb. my luv. one of the first blogs I followed when I joined tumblr and one of the first friends I made here as well. Writes both smut and angst SO. FUCKING. WELL. I also have the biggest crush on her OC, Raine (just lemme touch the bUTT) Always there when I need to scream and girl, we scream on the reg lemme tell you h’what. ILU

@louisvuittontrashbags - LISTEN. You want The Good Shit™️, fam? The quality peen writing that will getchu where you need to go? Read LV’s writing. Girl throws down the smut on the daily pretty much, and it’s always A+. Plus she’s hilarious and a Gladihoe and I have a crush on her c:

@saphscribes - Speaking of The Good Shit™️, BOIII, A MOMENT. Lemme tell you something about Saph. They write content that stays with me, that I catch myself thinking about days after reading (WEEKS after, in some cases, I say as I cough in the general direction of THAT Prompto fic,) and it’s always perfect prose and vivid imagery that makes my brain happy and my pants MIA. ILU boo.

@blindbae - If you don’t know Jules yet, send her an ask and say yo, what it do, boo? Guarantee you’ll get a response like, “Oh god, did Mish send you here?” but still, she’s one of the sweetest, funniest human beings you will find on here. Her writing is literal perfection, girl can write angst to pierce my heart like a CapriSun pouch and also has a superbly keen eye for aesthetics. She’s an amazing friend and I love her muchly!

@themissimmortal - Moosh is a cute lil bean but WATCH YO BACK, she can lay down the intense smut just as well as the angst, and she churns out content quicker than I can blink! She’s got a wicked sense of humor and I’m always smiling when I message her. ALSO, PARDON ME BUT, SHE’S INSANELY CUTE GUYS.

@ignis-scientia-estrogen-brigade - If you aren’t following Shea (or is it Shae? fuck fam I don’t know, sorry!!) over at ISEB, you’re missing out on incredible line art and fanfiction, starring that one hot guy with the glasses. THAT’S RIGHT. SHE CAN WRITE AND DRAW. She also streams from time to time and if you’re lucky enough to happen upon one be prepared for a good time, a chuckle and bring wine.

@diabolik-trash-heap - Dia’s work is like my guilty pleasure. She covers multiple niches and kinks that most writers on this site (including myself) would either shy away from or hesitate to write, and she does so with flawless exposition. Oh and um pardon me, but actual hot dAMN. Another tumblr crush, fam *fans self*

@hypaalicious - Another first to follow for this blog and, yo. YO. Not only does she have absolutely flawless attention to detail and writes The Good Shit™️ like it’s her job, she is literal Tag Goals™️ and an actual 26/10 (seriously, guys I have so many tumblr crushes)

@itshaejinju - You want a writer who isn’t afraid to write explicit smut without blushing or batting an eyelash? Here you go, my dude. She’s an original Gladihoe and has written tons of content, plus she’s currently working on a Mafia AU fic that injects some much-needed originality into this fandom. Love my fellow coffee snob

golden rod: are you more of a baker or a cook?I am definitely more of a cook. I can do both just fine, but I’m most comfortable preparing a meal.

dandelion: any special talent that you have?Apart from writing porn? I think I’ve mentioned that I can successfully play MarioKart with my feet. 

[vasilinaorlova]

incest /a footnote to “sadist”/

sadist

I am asked: if my newborn child, in his innocence, set me to orgasm while I was sleeping, by sucking his breast milk, should not I bring him to orgasm as well?

I take it as a heated confusion of open-mindedness with scatterbrainedness. it is a taboo in our culture. yes, it is a cultural taboo, which means: there are cultural reasons for it not to happen, to say “cultural” is not to diminish the power of the taboo. “cultural” is important

in the Middle Age it was a custom for mothers and women who had access to the young boy’s body, to play with his genitalia. in Rabelais, governesses dress the little boy in the following way: “Which codpiece, or braguette, his governesses did every day deck up and adorn with fair nosegays, curious rubies, sweet flowers, and fine silken tufts, and very pleasantly would pass their time in taking you know what between their fingers, and dandling it, till it did revive and creep up to the bulk and stiffness of a suppository, or street magdaleon, which is a hard rolled-up salve spread upon leather. Then did they burst out in laughing, when they saw it lift up its ears, as if the sport had liked them. One of them would call it her little dille, her staff of love, her quillety, her faucetin, her dandilolly. Another, her peen, her jolly kyle, her bableret, her membretoon, her quickset imp: another again, her branch of coral, her female adamant, her placket-racket, her Cyprian sceptre, her jewel for ladies. And some of the other women would give it these names,–my bunguetee, my stopple too, my bush-rusher, my gallant wimble, my pretty borer, my coney-burrow-ferret, my little piercer, my augretine, my dangling hangers, down right to it, stiff and stout, in and to, my pusher, dresser, pouting stick, my honey pipe, my pretty pillicock, linky pinky, futilletie, my lusty andouille, and crimson chitterling, my little couille bredouille, my pretty rogue, and so forth. It belongs to me, said one. It is mine, said the other. What, quoth a third, shall I have no share in it? By my faith, I will cut it then. Ha, to cut it, said the other, would hurt him. Madam, do you cut little children’s things? Were his cut off, he would be then Monsieur sans queue, the curtailed master.” (Rabelais, Gargantua and Pantagruel.) Descola describes in The Spears of Twilight the Achuar father applying his mouth to his little son’s genitalia by way of expressing tenderness and affection.*  Margaret Mead and Gregory Bateson’s work on Balinese culture revealed that mothers played with genitalia of their sons, deriving entertainment from their enjoyment and disappointment: she’d play, then she’d stop, and the child would cry.so much for the “cultural” part of the “cultural taboo”: in different cultures matters are viewed differently. as for the “taboo” part, it does not fade out even should we know that it is predicated on our socio-cultural upbringing and indoctrination. there is no “rational” reason to not play with the genitalia of our children, yet we do not do it, because our morals preclude it. it is called “socialization” and is extremely important for one’s own well-being. and no, god forbid, I would never as much as think about touching my child in any non-appropriate manner.women orgasming from their children’s sucking on their breasts is something not being publicly much spoken about. ditto for the majority of female, particularly bodily, experiences. to talk about it is, as well, something of a taboo. I deem it not only acceptable, but necessary to cross the taboo on speaking freely about anything I have ever experienced. ___________________________________ *the household Descola described also had a bird performing the functions somewhat close to what dogs perform in the majority of Western cultures–a stooped, funnily-silhouetted trumpet-bird: “These birds are the size of a hen but with very long legs and, if caught young, are easily tamed. With arrogant dignity they then parade their elegant ash-grey, olive-gleaming plumage all round the immediate vicinity of the house. Despite its pompous but elegant bearing, the trumpet-bird loves to play watchdog, announcing the arrival of any stranger with the indignant, shrill cry from which it gets its name.” (1996, 50) (digression, but that’s such a poetic fragment.)

[iloveshowpo]

Ok we’re finished episode 2 and Mr M’s remaining 20 girlfriends are still calling him Matty.

It’s really hurting me.

Just like every other episode in the entire bloody franchise, we begin in the peen prison kitchen where all the girlfriends discuss just how much they like their new boyfriend they’ve just met and how they’d love a date with him. No shit, given he’s your BOYFRIEND.

Osh wanders on in and I become increasingly irate and jealous of his employment given he gets paid to deliver cards to a bunch of woo girls for 2 minutes per week.

The girls all look fresh-faced and about 20 years younger than the dolled-up versions from the last ep. Seriously tho, how much makeup does channel 10 pack on that lot?

Lara Croft Elora gets the first single date and sweetly smiles to herself while all Mr M’s other girlfriends roll their eyes and get back to whatever the hell they do in peen prison. Namely bitching like a bunch of private school girls who are yet to hit puberty.

Lara Croft Elora wobbles on down a questionable looking beach in giant wedges and the producer who ‘forgot’ to tell her it was a beach date quietly chuckles in the background. What happens next is one of the most boring encounters I’ve ever suffered on through and if I wasn’t getting paid to commentate on this bullshit I would be playing Crash Bandicoot instead of watching this drivel. She’s super cute though so I power on through a conversation about nothing while they gaze at each other.

Mr M then gets her into a bikini as he wants to make sure her rig is sufficient enough to erect a tent in his trousers.

Mission successful and they frolick about in the ocean very naturally with 16 cameras pointed at them. Given it’s the first date, I feel very uncomfortable about how cuddly and handsy she is with him. Hell, I’ve boned people without that much touching.

They go to some cabin and talk about boring shit while gazing at each other and then he gives her a rose because tent in trousers.

“HAHA you got a boner HAHA”

Lara Croft Elora seems to think she’s his only girlfriend and I feel bad for her when she gets back and we see a real glimpse into the completely un-funny behaviour by Hates DRAHMA Jen and Flirt-Fail Lara who both make Regina George look like an angel.

THESE CONNIVING FACES WILL ONLY BRING EVIL.

Some of the girls woo about leaving the peen prison for a group date and I am about to break my computer attempting to swipe the Mean Girls off screen.

The group date is (SHOCKER) a photo shoot and some of the girls look cute and some of the girls do not.

I’m actually dead. Evil Kween Hates DRAHMA Jen looks like a dick.

There’s a lot of bitchiness and prancing about in teeny tiny outfits designed to show Mr M that they also have tent in trouser inducing rigs.

3 Blonde Fillers perform a cheer for Mr M and I cry a sorrowful bleat to feminism.

Evil Kween Firl-Fail Leah fails YET AGAIN while trying to be seductive and when she goes in for a kiss with Mr M he recoils so quickly I fall off my chair laughing.

Babes, you probs need a breath mint.

The next morning Mr M brings the girls muffins and they woo girl so much I can only assume they’re being starved in the peen prison as those muffins look dry as shit.

Mr M whisks off  Clear Contender Lisa to play tennis and they drive for awhile even though I’m pretty sure the peen prison has a tennis court…

Clear Contender Lisa has far superior tennis skills and she is humble and funny and sweet and I have my own boner after looking at that face for a good few minutes.

Sweaty after a tennis match and she still looks this fresh.

Mr M then gets Clear Contender Lisa into a bikini for obvious reasons and tries to unsuccessfully feed her in the pool. They then start to prattle on about feelings and shit and she obvs gets a rose.

Evil Kween Hates DRAHMA Jen will NOT be happy.

The second cocktail party of the season commences and all Mr M’s girlfriends ooo and ahh over how beautiful Clear Contender Lisa is. Poor Lara Croft Elora gets picked on by the Mean Girls and the English Blonde Filler (who is growing on me, bless her) leaps to her new besties defence and shit starts to get real but then we cut to the rose ceremony and I curse the TV gods (Osh?) as I really wanted Lara Croft Elora to get all Tomb Raider on these bitches.

The rose ceremony is full of the usual DRAHMA music but we all know someone with no screen time will be going home and we’re really not that invested at this stage. Lo and behold Leah (who forgot to wear makeup as she was too busy being an Evil Kween) got through…

“CBF with makeup. I have an Evil Kween glow.”

…while Looking For Substantial Semen Laura-Ann doesn’t get one and I hope she finds someone to feed her hungry ovaries soon as that woman is a rare breed, a hot lawyer.

And now we wait with bated breath to see what terrible dates Mr M takes some of his girlfriends on next week and if the Mean Girls last. #PleaseTVGods(Osh?)NO

Read Ep 1 recap right here! 

Words by Kelly McCarren.

The Bachelor 2017 Ep 2: There Are Mean Girls In The Peen Prison Ok we're finished episode 2 and Mr M's remaining 20 girlfriends are still calling him Matty.

[webitpress-blog]

Going hands-on and in the background at the Plume Wi-Fi HQ We like the minor pluggable Wi-Fi work framework—and here's the manner by which they composed it.

Part of the survey procedure for Ars Technica's first round of work testing was conversing with the general population and organizations who fabricate the gadgets. For set up organizations like Google or Netgear, you're never certain who you'll get—yet for new companies, who so far are throwing long shadows in the Wi-Fi Mesh field, you're probably going to get somebody on-one time with the CEO or founder.Plume was no special case, and I had a long converse with CEO Fahri Diner. Fahri made it clear from the begin that Plume wasn't about the common Wi-Fi "sense of self measuring stick"— i.e., setting up a solitary gadget super near the AP in totally perfect conditions and attempting to get the greatest number that you can. Genuine Wi-Fi workloads that genuine clients put their hardware accountable for are a completely unique issue, he stated, and that—not the e-peen measuring challenge—was the issue Plume was intended to tackle.

It's anything but difficult to wave this sort of discourse off as astute advertising BS. Be that as it may, I was more disposed to fully trust it than I may somehow or another have been, since Plume had recently done to a great degree well in my own testing. I attempt to make my testing as pertinent to true conditions as could be allowed—I test in a genuine house, with true separations, inside dividers, outside dividers, and furniture in the middle of hubs and customer gadgets. Before utilizing any manufactured instruments (like iPerf), I even test gadgets against genuine conventions (HTTP, SMB/CIFS, et cetera) to ensure they create identical outcomes.

Incredibly—in spite of his gadgets having done to a great degree well in my tests—Fahri waved my outcomes off, as well. I was still simply testing a solitary gadget at any given moment, and he didn't believe that truly mattered. (I'm not going to mislead anybody; his words stung.) He clarified that Plume was planned to make the whole system quick and dependable, not only one gadget at once.

Fahri went ahead to portray his test office in Menlo Park, California, where he rented a multi-story home and set it up, not simply with Plume cases, but rather with the gadgets of a couple of contenders. Macbooks were scattered all through the house and furnished with a test application intended to copy workloads like 4K video gushing, VOIP calls, Internet downloads, and Skype sessions. This house is where things become real, as Plume tests cycles of its "cloud streamlining agent" calculation—if four 4K TV video streams, a 40mbps download, two VOIP calls, and a Skype session won't all work on the double, then test failed.This seemed like one serious setup, so when Fahri welcomed me to Menlo Park to visit both Plume HQ and the test office, I snatched a plane and took off.

Tuft HQ

My first stop in the wake of getting to California—unless you check resting off the across the nation fly slack—was a morning spent in Plume's central command office. The HQ is a respectably measured open-arrangement office upstairs from a nail salon. For a declared private venture sort like me, the unassuming setting and controlled tumult inside felt all the more "genuine" than mammoth endeavor grounds tend to.CEO Fahri Diner met me at the entryway and scarcely figured out how to overcome "hi" before committing sad remarks about the error he'd made propelling Plume for iOS as it were. He said he's resolved to full Android bolster in February. To compensate for the accidental slight to Android clients, Plume is likewise propelling another, additional point by point topology see on the Android customer first. Fahri just had a little time for talk before leaving to go deal with CEO things, however he gave me over to prime supporter and item chief Adam Hotchkiss and design Bill McFarland.

In the wake of swimming through the 3D squares, I settled in with Adam and Bill for a Powerpoint session. We spoke somewhat about Plume's cloud foundation—a great blend of RabbitMQ message lining, MQTT sensor telemetry, and the capacity and rationale modules expected to comprehend everything—and somewhat about Plume's forthcoming business techniques. In particular, Plume is banding together with Sagemcom Broadband, a French producer of ISP edge gadgets (read: link modems, DSL modems, and so on.), to give ISP-conveyed work organizing arrangements. This could be cool, since it addresses one of the independent Plume setup's bigger shortcomings—the absence of a different ethernet-port "base station" for a wired system—and in addition opening up a conceivably vast income stream for Plume itself.If this model takes off, Adam clarified, the vision is for Plume's control operator programming to be locally introduced on an ever increasing number of gadgets—private doors, set-beat boxes, et cetera. This likewise implies requiring less independent get to focuses. In the event that the set-best box playing motion pictures to your TV can likewise go about as a Wi-Fi get to point for your tablet, then is there any good reason why it shouldn't? The greater part of this discussion of private entryways and set-best boxes drove home a point that I'd as of now suspected: while Plume is glad for its equipment configuration, it's not the organization's raison d'etre. What Plume is truly amped up for is that "cloud enhancer" stuff.

What Plume is truly amped up for is that "cloud analyzer" stuff.

Powerpoint-and-espresso time closed, I went through a couple of minutes with Adam jabbing at arcane hardware around the labs. The units aren't produced here, yet they are tried and (re)designed here. A few rooms in the back were covered with segregation clamshells, stoves, and Wi-Fi tents with home-fermented test mounts and sensors inside. On the off chance that the Mythbusters at any point got back together to expose Wi-Fi myths, it would look a ton like this.One of the lab rooms had a receptacle of Plume units in different phases of (dis)assembly, so I got regarded to an equipment teardown as Adam called attention to the remarkable elements to me. Inside the little packaging, each Plume unit is a double band AC1200 get to point/switch with a gigabit Ethernet port, a power supply, and some warmth spreaders to keep it cool to the touch. I don't know what I anticipated that would see, but rather it unquestionably wasn't something this thick. No space is squandered inside a Plume unit.

"No client serviceable parts inside."

The Blinkenlights screen you find out of sight is the show for a modestly top of the line RF range analyzer.

The Test House

After the visit through the labs, we got lunch while in transit to what I was truly there for—the test office, and a couple of hours spent torment testing both Plume and its competitors.The test house itself is the thing that South Carolina calls "a modestly estimated house" and what California calls "freakin' enormous"— four rooms and three lavatories in two stories and 2,400 square feet, excluding the two-auto carport on the base floor. Beside the carport, the ground floor territory is for the most part open-arrangement kitchen/lounge/lounge area space. The house is outfitted like individuals in reality live there, including test Macbooks set up in spots where they'd likely be, all things considered—however, with a couple of more silver conduit tape "X" marks for testing focuses than in any other individual's home yet mine.One huge takeoff from the "simply like a genuine house" theme was the Price Is Right pile of item boxes in the carport. The thought behind the show is to legitimize burning through $329 on a six-pack of Plume by demonstrating the amount you've spent on the gadgets it'll bolster. The show isn't implausible, regardless of the possibility that the general population from Plume have kitsched it up Bob Barker style. It wasn't generally there for my advantage, however—Adam was less inspired by demonstrating to me the show than he was in indicating out the broad metallic ducting and protection wrap on the HVAC framework, which he said made more multi-pathing bothers than they expected at first.

Whatever is left of the house was essentially only a house—correct, that is a room, that is a lavatory, here's a story about how a shower slow down made more multi-way issues, and that is the most "troublesome" spot in the house for a solitary switch to reach.Walk-through entire, Adam and I made a beeline for the lounge room, joined by architect Dave Lin. A 70-inch HDTV lingered above racks loaded down with PCs, switches, switches, stereo gear, a link modem, and enough wire to choke a group of moose. A 24-inch screen on the left, predominated by the enormous TV, shows the yield for a radio-recurrence range analyzer that I'd... all things considered, I wouldn't slaughter for one, however I'd unquestionably jaywalk. Truly glaringly. Directly before a cop who'd had an awful day.

Still, cool (and valuable!) as it seems to be, the RF range analyzer was a sideshow. In the wake of jabbing around at its elements, Adam started up what I came to see, regardless of the possibility that I didn't have any acquaintance with it yet, on the huge TV—Plume's virtual Network Operations Center (NOC).The NOC interface incorporates worldwide insights, for example, "Gadget Happiness," which measures a few things yet fundamentally comes down to "are the things associated with everyone's Plumes getting the stuff they require, when they require, and in enough amount?" But the interface got truly intriguing when Adam bored straightforwardly to the test house's Plume arrange itself, which dwells in an extraordinary "Dogfood" pool of Plumes having a place for the most part with Plume representatives. "Dogfood" Plumes get an additionally cutting edge set of designs and improvements from the cloud than generation does—this tufts make certain that it won't unleash anything from the "Smart thought, Bad Execution" organizer onto a clueless open.

When we got the test house's system on-screen, Adam penetrated down to a topology view that demonstrated the six Plume cases in the house and all the different customers that associate with them. From that point forward, Adam utilized some shrewd home gadgetry to control the whole arrangement of pods in the house down—and all pods and gadgets vanished from the topo see. At that point he controlled them back on and talked me through them one by one, every one of the six units flew back onto the screen, in no time took after by c .

[mortyvongola2-0]

Investment

Chapter 1: Big Guy

A/N: This is an old fic that I’m revisiting and revising, so if you’ve read it on AO3 or decide to read it on AO3 then note that some of what I post of it here will be different, and might even involve include more chapters.

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Bounty Hunter! Reader

Genre: Multichapter, slowburn, 18+

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Read it on AO3

His chest was heaving, lightsaber alight and gripped tightly in his fist. The sounds of the battle almost felt rhythmic in his ears. Kylo Ren stood atop a pile of corpses, his Knights of Ren continuing to run amuck as he watched; concentrated. The glorious sights of the battlefield brought a great sense of peace to him. Always helping to relieve his inner turmoil. He took a step away from his perch and scanned for soldiers that were not his own. The oversized sand dunes and broken metal made it easy for one to hide. He saw no enemies.

Kylo moved to turn around and head back to the shuttle but then he heard it, sensed it. A sharp click clack against the metallic flooring that was scattered with sand. Someone was trying to enter his ship. He turned swiftly, his saber at the ready. His cowl billowed out behind him as a large gust of wind tossed the red sand around. A figure was walking toward him, clothing obscenely clean compared tothe grime around them. His large black mask was met with the visage of a small white mask, almost flush against the other being’s face. Two small rectangular shapes peered up at him. The armor was form fitting and outlined the figure of a woman.

  You stopped, only a few feet away from him and tilted your head to the side, seemingly watching him in a curious fashion. The sound had come from your boots. Hardly battle attire, Ren thought as he continued to watch you carefully. Finally, you moved, reaching down to your hip, reaching toward a metal cylinder. Kylo was prepared to attack, however, what you grabbed instead of the cylinder was a small pouch and you opened it. Reaching inside you pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and unraveled it. Your gaze left him and turned down to the paper before switching back up to him. You put one arm, the one holding the paper, back down at your side and reached up for your mask with the other. With a short snap sound, the front of your mask came off and revealed a human face.

 “Are you Kylo Ren?” Your voice was soft, no malice, entirely curious. A small twinkle was in your eyes and you gave him a large, cheeky smile. “Of course you are,” you said and turned the paper around, displaying a rough sketch of his mask and a large amount of Credits was written under the large Basic letters of Reward. Kylo stiffened and took a menacing step forward, moving into a more predatory stance. You held your hands up and told him your name, saying, “Woah there, big guy! I’m not here to fight with a Jedi, they are a dying breed y’know.”

 “I am not a Jedi,” his retort was clipped and laced with aggression.

 You clicked your tongue and shrugged in an uncaring manner. “Whatever, it’s none of my business what you identify as anyway.”

  “Your attire,” the Knight started. “What is a Bounty Hunter here for?”

  “I’m not a Bounty Hunter,” you muttered and crossed your arms over your chest.

  “You are a Mercenary, then?”

  “Hmm, I like to think of myself as more of an,” you paused and reached a hand up to tap your chin. “As an investment,” you said with a broad smile. Kylo tilted his head to the side and peered at you, his eyes narrowed behind the mask.

 “It is not any business of mine what you identify as, anyway.”

 “Ooh, sass. I like that,” you said and smiled with a nod. The paper still in your hand, you stretched your arms out and took a deep breath in before coughing loudly. “Uhg, sand.”

 He stood there, staring at you warily, ready for the slightest of movements that would signal your attack. He found you odd, to say the least. Kylo continued to scrutinize you as you hacked. Your belt held that cylinder as well as a pack and a regulations blaster, no doubt stolen, on your other hip. You wore no symbol on your person, showing no alliance with either the Resistance or the First Order. Your frame was far smaller than his large build. From his standpoint, it seemed as if he could defeat you with a simple hit, but one should never underestimate their opponent. “Forgive me, that was an unnecessary amount of coughing,” you muttered, almost breathless. Kylo simply nodded slightly.

 “To answer your earlier question, I’m here for a bounty! You have no idea how long it took me to find you. Frankly, as flashy as you are, I’m surprised at how well the First Order kept you under wraps. I wonder why that is,” you smirked, toothily. Your eyes gave off a curious twinkle before some your hair fell in front of your face. “Now, before you attack me, which I’m certain you will soon, I’d like to mention that the bounty isn’t for you, exactly.”

 “Then why was it you had to find me?”

 “Well, it involves you. Unexpectedly, you have a very large almost occultist following.”

 “Get to the point, Bounty Hunter.”

 “Fine, Mr. Snippy,” you huffed. “I’m here for your cowl.”

 “…”

 “…”

 “…My,” he began, taken aback. “My cowl?”

 “Yes, your cowl.”

 “Who wishes to have my cowl? And for what purpose would it serve?”

 “Hey, don’t ask me. I have a confidentiality policy. I don’t ask,” you shrugged.

 “How many Credits?”

 “What?” You blinked at him, a small wind blew about some sand at your feet and you frowned as the clay colored grains touched your pure white heeled boots.

 “How many Credits is my cowl worth?” You blinked and looked back down to the paper.

 “A shred is worth 70, a large portion is worth 700, and the entire thing, unscathed, is worth 7,000,” you muttered, brow furrowed in a bit of curiosity. “If it’s any consolation, the client is a Hutt.”

 “Really? A Hutt?”

 “Yes, a Hutt.”

 “…”

 “…”

 “7,000 Units you said.”

 “Yes, 7,000 Units.”

 “I’ll give you 14,000 to leave,” Kylo offered.

 “Aw, really? I thought we were having a lovely conversation, big guy,” you frowned. Kylo’s jaw clenched.

 “Make that 14,000 Units and I’ll let you leave unscathed.”

 “Hmm, tempting offer,” you pressed a finger to your chin in thought. A mischievous smile crawled onto your face and you said, “20,000 Credits, a portion of your cowl, and I leave unscathed.”

 “And why would I do that?”

 “Because if you don’t, you will be picking sand out of your armor and helmet for weeks to come.” Kylo’s grip tightened and he charged toward you, swinging his saber as he went. With little effort you dodged his saber and began to kick up the sand around you both. His vision, now unclear, became useless and he turned his lightsaber off. He closed his eyes and looked for your signature in the force. By the time he found you his cowl already had a chunk cut off and you had your blaster at his back.

  “It’s nothing personal, big guy. I’d love to chat with you some more, however, I have a client to please.” The sound of your voice had become distorted by your mask and resounded behind him. Kylo clenched and unclenched his fists and he stiffened when your arm hit the side of his. A sound, like a rhythmic downward ticking, went on for a few seconds before you released him entirely. You stared down at the same arm that had hit his, and he realized that there was a holoscreen in your gauntlet. You gave him a two fingered salute and began to back away, “Thanks for the Credits. Let’s play again sometime soon.”

  The knight’s anger rose sharply, and he began to visibly tremble as you ran off, far quicker than he had expected you to be. He let out a frustrated shout and began to slash at the already mangled corpses on the ground. When that was not enough to quell his fury, he moved onto the shuttle and started shredding wires and machinery in his blind rage. When the rest of his knights found him, he was sitting on the ramp of the shuttle; helmet off and face contorted in displeasure.  With a hoarse voice he commanded, “Call for another ship.” When they asked him why he hadn’t done so already, he stood and stormed back into the broken shuttle, refusing to admit that you had also stolen his com-link and a portion of his vocoder.

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Redemption

Chapter 1

Pairing: Armitage Hux x Reader

Genre: Multichapter fic, 18+

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, partial nudity, assumed attempted sexual assault (no actual sexual assault though, just a misunderstanding)

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His eyes fluttered open and the first thing he saw was a swirling unfamiliar ceiling. He then realized that he was in a great amount of pain. His entire body felt like it was on fire, aching and pulsing with inflammation. A deep groan left his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut. The general, former general, heard shuffling beside him and felt a shadow fall over him. Who was it? Some Resistance member, no doubt come to finish off the job Pryde couldn’t. He didn’t care, everything he had was gone, everything he once was, was no more. As long as Pryde and Kylo Ren didn’t get the satisfaction of having killed him, it didn’t matter. The ginger kept his eyes closed, not scrunched or clenched, he would embrace death willingly. But instead of death, he continued to feel the same throbbing pains, with the added pleasure of a cooling ointment being rubbed onto the spot he knew to be where the blaster fire had met his flesh.

 Hux peeked an eye open slowly, hesitantly. Above him was an unfamiliar form, someone he had never seen before. A young woman, wearing scraps of dull colored clothing, sat on her knees beside him, her smaller scared hands rubbing ointment into his skin gently. Immediately, the throbbing that accompanied inflammation began to die down and he let his other eye open. He stared at her, unsure whether she was an enemy or a random civilian. She had no insignia, and after looking around as much as he could without too much movement, he realized that the two of them were surrounded by rock. Were they in a cave? Most likely. He turned his attention back to her when he heard her close the lid of whatever ointment she had used on him. “Thank you,” he said, his voice hoarse and throat dry. He tried to clear it.

 The girl jumped in surprise, the ointment dropping out of her hands. It clanged loudly against the stone flooring and he flinched a bit at the echo. She turned to face him, eyes wide and hands trembling. Armitage raised an eyebrow at her obvious fear. “Is everything alright?” His voice sounded worse that time, and he coughed rather violently. The force of his cough brought new waves of pain through his chest as it irritated his wound. He wondered how fresh it was, how long he’d been there.

 She stood quickly and ran off. A sigh escaped him, if she was an enemy, she was poor one at best. One should never show fear to an enemy, after all, let alone run from one. At least, he thought, she was rather pretty. Without so much dirt and ragged coverings, he thought she might even be considered beautiful. After a bit of time had passed, he heard footsteps once more, quick ones, and he could tell by the sound against the stone that they were bare feet. It was the girl. She knelt beside him once more and set a large claw bowl down to her right. Hux wished to see what she was doing a bit better, so he tried to sit up and she helped him. She placed a bundle of cloth behind his back to make sitting up not only easier but more comfortable against the rocks of the cave wall. Once he was comfortably sitting up she leaned over the bowl she had brought and dipped her hands into it.

 Using her hands in place of a cup, she brought the liquid out of the bowl, he figured it to be water, and up to his lips. When he didn’t immediately start drinking from her hands, she ushered them forward a bit more, a bit of the cool water splashing against his bare abdomen. “Okay, okay,” he muttered and began to sip from her outstretched hands. He had not realized how thirsty he had been until she decided he could just drink from the edge of the clay bowl. Once he had downed all of the fluid, he handed the bowl back to her. The girl nodded and stood up once more, still a bit skittish. He could tell she was still trembling. “What’s your name?” He asked. She looked down at him curiously and tilted her head to the side. “Your name,” he repeated. “What is it? I should like to thank my savior properly.”

 She continued to stare at him, blinking in confusion. Was he crazy? Did he hit his head too hard when he crashed? Was he not speaking basic? She remained unspeaking and turned around and walked away quickly. Her reaction was unexpected, but he couldn’t bring himself to care too much about it. He would die soon anyway, whether he was killed by an enemy, her, or himself, he was unsure. But he would die. There was nothing left for him in the world of the living anymore. His First Order, gone. His Finalizer, gone. His men, gone. Plans, gone, ambitions, turned to dust, leader, murdered by a buffoon, even his precious Millicent was gone.

 “Mrwow,” as if having heard his thoughts, his precious orange tabby came sauntering over to him from further in the cave. Armitage blinked at her in shock. It seemed she had also survived the crash, thankfully. Millicent began to purr as she curled up by her master’s side, making sure to sidle up as close to his hand as possible to ask for his affections. The girl also returned, this time holding a smaller clay bowl. Again, she knelt at his side, but she made sure to give the feline next to him a few scratches before turning her attention back to the ginger male. She set the bowl to the side and began to more her hands about, making odd shapes and symbols with them, and moving them in differing motions before staring at him expectantly. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

 She furrowed her brow and repeated her actions. He shook his head at her and repeated the same statement. A huff left her lips and she looked down to the bowl beside her. Picking it up once more, she made a sipping motion, and rubbed her abdomen. That he understood and he nodded. She gave him a shy smile before handing the bowl over to him. It was some type of stew, a light-colored broth with hunks of veggies and unfamiliar meats. Hux downed the bowl in a single swallow, some of it spilling past his cheeks and down his chin. He had never been too picky of an eater.

 The girl seemed surprised by his actions and she pressed a hand to her chapped lips. Again, her brow furrowed, and he wondered what she was thinking. Why hadn’t she spoken to him? Could she not understand him? Then where was he, to be on a planet with a human who didn’t understand basic? Armitage watched her carefully, and she watched him intently. Her features were soft and feminine but marred by dirt and scars. The wrapping she wore covered her neck entirely, her breasts and abdomen, but not her arms and shoulders. She wore some type of wrapping for loose pants that obviously did not fit her. Her feet were bare and scarred, much dirtier than the rest of her. It seemed that as he continued to stare at her she grew more and more uncomfortable. He was about to ask for her name again when his stomach grumbled, loudly. The girl let out some odd huffs, hoarse and almost without tone, her shoulders shook, and she covered her mouth with her hand once more, but it seemed as if she was smiling. Was she laughing? What an odd sound she made.

 She got to her feet again and picked up the clay bowl the soup had been in earlier. He assumed she was leaving to get him some more of the stew, and he was correct. The girl came back and handed him the bowl once more, watching in fascination as he swallowed the broth and chewed the chunks in a bit more than one go. The third time she brought him the stew, he didn’t finish it, only getting about halfway through before feeling almost too full. “Again, thank you,” he said. She pressed her lips together at that and shook her head. He didn’t understand.

 She looked around them, were they being watched? Once she had finished looking, she glanced back at him. Again, she made various hand motions and shapes, these being different from the last ones. Was that why she wouldn’t speak? Because they were being monitored? He glanced around, now also looking for enemies. A strangled noise came from the girl and she grabbed him by the cheeks and forced him to look at her once again. “Are you in trouble? Are we being watched?”

 The girl kept her hands on his cheeks, making him look her in the eyes. He didn’t understand. What was going? Millicent let out a yawn and stretched at his side before curling up once more. Now visibly frustrated, the girl huffed and let go of his face. “I don’t understand, what’s going on here?”

 It seemed the girl had figured out what she wanted to do. She brought two of her fingers up and pointed at his eyes, then to her own. He understood that. She was telling him, ‘Watch me’. Once he nodded at her in response, she let out a noiseless huff and reached up for the wrappings around her neck. Slowly, she began to untie them, the wrappings around her torso slowly loosening along with the ties. Before she could finish unwrapping them, they both heard footsteps. Hux could tell that these steps were booted, and he narrowed his eyes at the direction they were coming from.

 Without missing a beat, the girl stood and ran towards the sound. He heard the booted footsteps stop, then heard the shuffling of clothing and hands. Armitage narrowed his eyes in that direction. Soon, the girl emerged, a larger figure in tow. The other figure looked to be a human male, with dark skin and long dreaded hair. He wore a cream-colored cloak with a hood, a dark green tunic, and brown colored pants. The girl made all sorts of motions at him animatedly. She was making many expressions and mouthing things that he could not get the hang of. All the while her hands were going, again making shapes and motions he’d never seen before. The other male placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders gently, which stopped her motions, before noticing the undone wrappings on her torso. He narrowed his eyes before looking toward Hux with aggravation. The ginger responded in kind. Steely blue eyes glaring back at honey colored brown.

 In a language Armitage had not heard, the man spoke to the girl and placed his cloak over her shoulders. She snuggled herself into it easily. The dark-skinned man said something else to her, at which she nodded, before running off in the direction he had come from. He turned to face the ginger, his left hand rubbing his right wrist. “Taking advantage of your savior, hm? Scum like you are the worst.”

 Hux narrowed his eyes. So, he could speak basic. His accent, though thick and unfamiliar, was not so bad as to be misunderstood. “I believe you are misunderstanding the situation.”

 “I understand plenty,” he responded roughly. He took a few steps toward the ginger before kneeling in front of his Hux’s pale and bare feet. “If she had not found you, you would be nothing but rot. You should be grateful I have not notified the Resistance officials.”

 So, he knew who he was. He chose to ignore that comment. “Does the girl not know basic?”

 “She does not,” he responded dryly. “And she has a name.”

 “Well, I would love to hear it,” Armitage said dryly, forcing back his urge to roll his eyes. The other tilted his head to the side as he looked at the ginger. Carefully, he uttered your name, and Hux made sure to remember it well. “Can you tell her thank you for me, then? Seeing as I don’t know what language you both speak.”

 The man smirked, “You can tell her yourself you know, as long as your hands work.”

 “My hands?”

 “When she comes back, do this,” he said and made a gesture with one of his hands with a single fluid motion. Hux repeated it. “It means thank you.”

 “And what is your name?”

 “I’ll let her tell you,” he muttered before standing back to his full height. “I’ll be back to check on the two of you later. Be good, general.” He uttered the word with so much sarcasm that the ginger could feel his blood begin to boil. The only person who had annoyed him that much with only a few words had been Kylo Ren. Green clad man walked further into the cave, disappearing in the opposite direction you had gone in.

 It took quite some time for you to return, and when you did, you and your wrappings, including the cloak that the other man had placed on your shoulders, were wet with what he assumed with rain. A large smile was plastered on your face, and you held what looked like pieces of scrap metal in your arms. When you noticed Armitage’s stare, you paused in your trek to go further into the cave. After setting down the pieces of scrap metal, you slowly approached him and pressed a wet hand to his forehead. Your small hand was so cold against his skin, he almost shivered. He said your name softly, and you nodded back to him in acknowledgment.

 You took your hand away from his forehead and brought the blankets that were around his waist further up his body. He stopped you before you could wrap it around his upper body and hesitant made and gesture and motion the green-clad man had showed him. It took you by surprise, but you gave him a bright smile and repeated the motion to him. Then, you took the cloak off of your shoulders and let it hit the stone floor with a wet smack. Again, you began to undo the wrappings around your neck and torso, and Armitage motioned for you to stop. He couldn’t lean too far forward, his wound wouldn’t let him, but he still reached out and grabbed your left arm, but it was too late. Your wrappings fell, your upper body completely exposed to him. He immediately narrowed his eyes.

 ‘Watch me’, you motioned to him again, then pointed at the expanse of your neck. You tilted your head back to give him a better view. There was a long and jagged scar there that stopped right at the edge of where your collar bones met. It looked like an older scar, like it had had years to heal. Your hand grabbed his wrist and brought his hand up to the scar. He was confused. This was what you wanted to show him? Why you bared your breasts and abdomen to him? You had scars everywhere, so why was this one so special? Hux ran his fingers along the scar as he thought about what you were trying to tell him. And then it hit him all at once.

 The hand gesturing, the odd breathy noises you had made, the scar.

 You were mute.

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A/N: RC's hand signs are based off of ASL if you want to imagine them. Most of the stuff in this story will be based off of American Deaf Culture, as I live in America, even though RC is not deaf. (I love Deaf Culture, I've studied it a bit at university but if anyone sees any glaring inconsistencies, because obviously there will be some differences and i will try to mention them at the beginning chapter notes, please let me know thanks)