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kxowledge · 1 month
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I thought I’d be more anxious about the whole PhD applications process. I am not. I am actually very much fine with the prospect of not getting in. Partially, it’s because I have only applied here, which means that, if rejected, I still can apply to many other places & equally that I haven’t gotten a string of rejections, which perhaps would have tugged at my self-esteem. Partially though, it’s because I’m fine with the idea of not doing a PhD.
It's not because I don’t want to do one – I think this sort of career would suit me very well! – but at the end of the day, it’s a job like any other. I’ve always known that I could have gone for something else and be okay, but now this doesn’t feel like a second choice imposed upon me. If academia isn’t for me, I can perhaps think of doing something else that’s completely different – something that could help with the lack of meaning I feel at the moment. I don’t have clear plans, I’ll decide when it comes to it, but there’s many opportunities I’d consider. There’s three-four I keep circling back to, around agroecology, teaching, and more directly helping others. I would still apply next year (and possibly another cycle as well) before giving up, but I wouldn’t be too upset if it doesn’t work out.
I have the second and final interview next week. And I’m very calm about it. Confident in my abilities and confident that I’ll be happy no matter what awaits me in the future.
I did a tarot reading two days before my first interview. Three cards popped out. The Tower – representing a surprising change – is very fitting. It’s an invitation to embrace it and look at it in a positive light, which I think is the attitude I have going forwards, no matter what this change will entail. Looking at the card, I also thought of “bad” habits I’m trying to get rid of. It also indicates a revelation, and I must say, I am going through a period of realization, understanding more and more what’s important to me: human connection. This means love and helping others and so much more. The Eigth of Cups signals a similar direction: the seeking of a deeper meaning, focusing on my personal truth and concentrating on what is important. It also speaks about growing weary and lacking energy, which is very much the condition I find myself in. Not emotionally, but physically. Allow me a small parenthesis about this.
It has been almost a year since I started feeling this way. ["This way" being fatigued, often with a low-grade fever, stomach pain, exhaustion after very little activity, frequent headaches, little appetite, nausea]. I thought what I was experiencing was burnout. August is when things got worse – surely triggered by the bacterial infection I got in India. I thought I had started making progress towards the end of 2023, but then I got Covid (again) and it all went downhill. It is entirely possible that this is long Covid. It could be something else. It could be nothing.  I haven’t seen a doctor about this. I mentioned it in my last visit and it got dismissed. I will go in the next few weeks for another visit, as I promised my dear ones. I don’t have much faith however in the doctors’ ability to do something. Especially if it is long Covid, there really aren’t recommendations and treatments in place (though research is underway).
I haven’t been fully transparent with my family about the extent of how fatigued and sick I am, though they know I’m not in top shape. My boyfriend on the other hand is similarly worried (but hasn’t gone down the spiral of googling what specific types of illness it can be). I am too. It feels like something serious. And it’s so much pain that the other day I actually thought that I don’t think it would be worth living like this. I hadn’t had this sort of thoughts for a long time. I’ve been trying to manage my energy more and I might share bits of this journey here, as perhaps they might be helpful for someone else too.
Finally, the Emperor. Structure, which is what I need for growth. An order and sound principles. The way forward.
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tiredassmage · 10 months
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hello the randomizer has picked these 5 questions for Rhystyl 🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem? 💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around? ⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)? 💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it? 👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?
"I'm sure some of these won't be too long" she said, like a complete fool. As if I haven't been dealing with Tyr's bullshit for like a year, why would I expect any of my children to be different? Also I have so much Rhyst lore that lives solely in my head so far, so thank you for finally giving me a bit of a release valve for some of it, lol.
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🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?
In essence, he has to face a trolley problem equivalent on Belsavis. Of course, Rhyst would have loved to avoid ever having to make such a choice and he’d honestly probably loathe the thing posed solely as a thought experiment because there’s no version of this in which he doesn’t feel some level of guilt and he deals with plenty enough of it as it is without adding ‘theoretical guilt’ onto the pile.
He’s not proud to say Scourge at his shoulder rather consistently reminding him that Krannus was abusing his nature as a Jedi to lay traps and delays in his path got to him, but when the good doctor explains that a reactor failure on Belsavis would decimate the entire system and not only the planet, the weight is finally enough to sway Rhyst’s heavy heart. He’s but one Jedi trying to take on multiple failsafe plots to destroy an entire planet and fuel one of the most evil and powerful entities in the galaxy and training teaches them that attachment to one life over the good of the many is wrong. It’s on that reasoning that he leaves the doctor behind with an apology in the deep prison sector. If Krannus gained any more ground on them and he failed in his mission, well… There’s little use in saying he’d never be able to live with the guilt because none of them would’ve had the opportunity. Instead, he’ll have to live with the doctor’s uncertain fate weighing on top of the damage he did to Republic forces and interests while under the Emperor’s influence.
As an aside, I imagine he tried to pull a favor out of Special Forces and send someone looking for the doctor, but with how widespread the riots and troubles are on Belsavis, Republic forces are already spread thin. Rhyst doesn’t have the heart to protest too heavily when the rebuke comes that it’s unfortunate, but it’s resources the Republic is unlikely to have available to spare. Scourge remains sharp at his shoulder to remind him their fight against the Emperor will not wait. They must make their leave while they can.
💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?
First, to establish some info about his relationships in the first place! Kira and Rhyst finish their training together and get Knighted around the same time; Maltaf shoulders finishing Kira’s training in tandem with Rhyst’s to accommodate Master Kiwiik’s assignment and her eventual recovery from Tatooine. It’s a somewhat unusual arrangement, but the pressures of such large-scale threats have affected the pacing and proctoring of training before and they are all certain it will do so again.
That established, him and Kira do start to experiment together. Kira taps into Rhyst’s lighter side and helps pull his head out of the every-growing weight of their responsibilities. She’s an incredibly important link in his support network. They share the struggle of figuring out who they are as both people and Jedi. He’s not always as certain as her about exactly where their relationship is going, but, in the end, he does know he values her as a friend and the world’s a lighter, somewhat brighter place when she hits him with a smile and a “tough guy” quip.
He tends to be a bit more reserved whenever she’s not at his side, but they’re more than capable of operating independently and Rhyst tries to for a time after everything that transpires on the Fortress and his time under the Emperor’s influence. He pushes her away for a time, struggling to wrangle with a tangled mess of guilt, fear, and renewed doubts about his place in the Order and the kind of responsibilities the Council seemed to almost carelessly entrust to him because he’s not quite sure he’s ready to share that vulnerability and in no way does he want to destabilize her again, either. Eventually, however, she pulls him back, gently tracing the new scar across his cheek from his duel with Master Maltaf to reassure him he’s not alone, that she doesn’t hold him alone responsible for the fall. He believed in her, after all. Now she’s going to return the favor.
Furthermore, I believe they do benefit from time apart when Zakuul invades, even if it is difficult. They both benefit from the space to face their inner uncertainties separately and reaffirm their own identities before they become more seriously involved. Their relationship during the class stories has its tender moments for sure, but they are young lovers and it’s reflected in the nature of their relationship. Rhyst doesn’t turn her away, but given the burdens they weather, he’s not in the right place to give her or ask for something more until they’ve got a bit more growth and experience under their belts.
Still, their returns from time apart on separate missions is usually met in a playful kiss and Kira scooped up into his arms. And usually plenty of light jesting on Kira’s part.
⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?
It’s not his favorite hobby, but he wouldn’t mind casually playing with some friends. His favored role would likely be in some sort of support position where he can rally teammates and watch their backs.
While Maltaf was key to teaching him the tactics and philosophies of the Jedi Shadows, Satia was his primary teacher on saber techniques and imparted her coordination and efficiency with a dual-bladed saber upon him. In short, he’s got good footwork and he’s a cooperative sort, which makes playing on a team a far smoother endeavor.
💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?
Not particularly. While somewhat inquisitive, he’s not a deep-diver when it comes to planning or researching. Maltaf taught him to trust in his feelings, explore them, and ultimately follow his heart. I wouldn’t put him too strongly on either end of the spectrum; he’s not as detail-heavy as Satia, nor is he quite as impulsive as Kira can be. Rhyst likes to know what is expected of him, but he doesn’t want to be so mired in minute details that it’s difficult to finally act.
👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?
While Maltaf became his primary master, Master Orgus Din still played a role in his training and it is partly his influence after his fall that allows Maltaf and Satia the opening they need to free him from the Emperor’s influence. Rhyst’s skill with the Force is fairly moderate, allowing him occasional visions of what may come to pass and aiding his perception during combat, allowing for betting dodging and acrobatic strikes. The concept of the Force and the universe having a greater will is certainly a large one for him to wrangle, but he doesn’t doubt that it certainly seems it does, sometimes. It’d seem a bit ridiculous if he didn’t considering what he owes Orgus and Satia for breaking through the Emperor’s Darkness or even seeing what eventually becomes of Revan with his own eyes.
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themiscyreian · 1 year
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Maia’s Day (but not yet)
I’ve had a hard time finding a good bit of scripture for Maia’s day. Not for lack of material! But no one passage has seemed perfect. Considering how we are slowly (though not completely) leaving behind the very narrative season of the Daughter, it’s not surprising that it has been challenging to find scripture to suit the more elusive themes of this festival and others upcoming...
I’ve found that many of the passages of Scripture I am considering take on a rather negative tone toward the illusions of Maia, but I feel it is just as important to remember the positive aspects (especially on this day which is also a celebration of flowers!) For this day, the Chapel uses a quote from the Devi Gita which I quite like, which encapsulates both aspects, but I am not very familiar with the Devi Gita, and do not own a copy.
I’ve found that in considering this question, I often end up thinking about the nature of the scriptures themselves. Perhaps this is because we are currently between the time of the Resurrection (Eastre) and the Exaltation. In the scriptures, this is the time where it is said that the Daughter teaches the children of the earth “many hidden things”, which I have recently taken as inspiration to celebrate the Scriptures themselves (and my study of them) in this season! 
Maybe I’m just a nerd wanting a season/holiday for analyzing Scripture? 😋 In any case, I feel like this would fall under the domain of Our Lady as Princess of the World, but this idea is purely my own.
Eventually, I managed to circle back to the idea of Maia’s day. I think there is a parallel to be seen between the gift of Scripture and the gift of the world-illusion. Both are Teachings that we may witness and contemplate to grow closer to God. The beautiful prose and messages of the Clear Recital parallel the beauty of nature as well as the kindness and good in the world.
I could wax on this topic for...way too long (this is the subject of a lot of my journal writing lately lol) Anyhow, I’ve still got to decide on a passage for Maia’s day...(but at least now I have a few more ideas)
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p.s. Other topics that didn’t make it into this post that I could go on about: why I love reading the Creation on & after Eastre, the really interesting history of springtime holidays, & why it Just Makes Sense for the new year to come in March instead of January (sarcasm but not entirely)
(Can you tell Spring is my favorite season? oops)
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littlenuggsworld · 2 years
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My favorite parts…
*writing assignment assigned by Daddy.*
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•My favorite part of my relationship with Daddy is how comfortable I am with him. How quickly I became so comfortable around him.
-No anxieties. No uncertainties.
-Just being me and enjoying every minute of it, with him.
•My favorite part of my relationship with Daddy is the open communication.
-I can express any feelings I have, positive or negative, and it’s ok.
-He answers any questions I have openly and makes sure I understand.
•My favorite part of my relationship with Daddy is how it’s teaching me to react less impulsively off my emotions and more realistically.
-I’ve always been one to react off emotions that I feel strongly before throroughtly thinking through all the consequences. Yes I overthink scenarios, but when my emotions are in play, it’s a bit different for me.
-Daddy is not entirely like that. He overthinks more than I even do. Sometimes this does not serve him and I fear makes him miss out on things he could be happy with if he just took the risk. But, regardless of this, I admire him for thinking things through without his emotions getting in the way.
•My favorite part of my relationship with Daddy is how safe I feel when I am with him. I wish I was with him more often. I don’t second guess anything. I’m fully enjoying everything in those moments I get with him.
•My favorite part of my relationship with Daddy is the obvious & equal attraction we both have for each other. In all areas.
-Physically and mentally.
-He’s so pretty. 😂
•My favorite part of my relationship with Daddy is the fact that we fell into the D/s dynamic naturally. It wasn’t just something we decided to try. We naturally developed this relationship and it seems to suit us pretty well. There’s no one else I naturally want to please all the time and have take care of all my needs/wants.
•My favorite part of my relationship with Daddy is how much he loves making sure I’m sexually taken care of.
-making sure I masturbate often
-Buying my toys
-Having me try new things
•My favorite part of my relationship with Daddy is how much we have in common.
-so many similar interests.
-how we feel about certain things.
-What we enjoy doing in our free time.
•My favorite part of my relationship with Daddy is how much it’s grown. It is only continuing to grow and we get past every hiccup without resentment or feeling like we can’t keep it going.
•My favorite part of my relationship with Daddy is when he calls me his, or tells me I’m his. Those are my favorite words to hear.
•My ultimate favorite part of my relationship with Daddy is that I am HIS.
Literally every part of me belongs to him.
I appreciate him and this relationship we have so much.
I don’t want to ask for more, but, I want more.
I want him more often.
I want to be his 24:7. He knows this.
I want to hug and kiss him whenever and wherever I want! 😊
I love you Daddy. 🥹
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kyndaris · 2 years
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Snake Oil Rat Race
In days of yore, there was an expectation that one attended school, graduated, perhaps went to university, and then found a job that they’d stay in until retirement. This was the lie that I grew up on. When a job didn’t eventuate after I worked my butt off for a degree, I felt cast adrift. For so long during my formative years, life had been clearly defined with achievable goals at every corner. There wasn’t a need to think about the realities of what it actually meant to start a career. 
I’d do my nine-to-five, go home, sleep and repeat it the next day.
And yet, these indisputable laws of nature only came into being during the late 19th and early 20th century. Before the industrial era, who knows if I would have attended school, let alone graduate university. I’d have probably worked on a farm. If I was lucky, I might have been born into a merchant family.
If my life were a video game that I could restart, I’d probably have forced myself to find a job back in my teenage years. Yes, attending a selective high school had its own challenges with the unhealthy competitiveness between students, but I have to wonder what all that focus on studies has brought me. Looking back, I regret not having much in extracurricular activity beyond additional study. Perhaps that’s why I’m still such a nervous wreck when it comes to meeting new people, preferring a life of isolation. Perhaps it’s the reason why I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished much. Or, maybe it’s the reason I can’t help but compare myself to others to feed my fragile ego and self-esteem that were long ago ripped to shreds when others were praised for their high marks and I was left wanting.
There is so much that school should teach us. Oft times, I reflect on our subjects and wish school could have prepared us more for the real world with entire terms dedicated to using Microsoft Excel, understanding superannuation and how to perform well during job interviews. Actually, scratch that. I wish I could have been taught the best way to write a job resume and cover letter. School never taught me how to spin my lacklustre traits and responsibilities into something exciting. 
I’d have also liked to know, before I spent three years at university, that a degree doesn’t guarantee one a secure and stable job. Rather, a degree coupled with genuine work experience (perhaps in a McDonalds or Uniqlo or any other kind of casual job) would be much more beneficial at snagging oneself an entry-level job position.
Speaking of which, why do entry-level jobs seem to have such steep requirements? Right after graduating from university, that was one of the things that put me off the hunt. As I searched for a job that was compatible with the skills I had, I was always intimidated by the fact that I wouldn’t be good enough. After all, with most job applications, it’s all about spinning what you’ve experienced and encountered into the workplace into something that would make you a desirable candidate.
Seeing my struggle, I suppose I was lucky that my mother threw me a bone by having her friend take me. It wasn’t the job that I wanted but at the very least, I was given a place where I could grow my skills and it would look mildly impressive on a resume.
After a year, I resigned because I couldn’t deal with the fact that the job might be my entire life. Besides, I also didn’t like the idea that I would be forever beholden to my mum and her friend for getting my career off the ground. It might have been pride, and yet I wanted a job that I had gotten by myself. So began my hunt.
To be honest, it wasn’t easy. I applied for anything and everything that I thought I was most suited for. I searched for private and public job positions. Sometimes I’d score an interview (and immediately flub it because I simply am not good at selling myself) and stay up half the night, gut churning, about the prospect of talking about why I deserve to have the job.
Over the years, I’ve come to realise that writing a cover letter is basically like writing an English essay. Except rather than an analysis of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, it’s an essay about why you would be the ideal candidate. There’s an introduction where you rattle off your interest and a few skills. There’s the main body where you list examples and relate it back to whatever criteria the job has set out. Finally, there’s the conclusion where you basically beg your prospective employer for the job. Oh, and thank them for considering you as a possible employee.
It doesn’t even matter if you already have the skills. Job hunting, and by extension job interviews, are all about marketing. 
And while I might enjoy writing blogs on the internet and stories, it doesn’t always translate well into actual job applications. I can count on my hands the number of times I’ve been successful. In fact, for years, I’d resigned myself to being rejected over and over and over again. Scoring an actual interview filled me with even more dread than I cared to admit. 
When you do get picked for an interview though, it also pays to think of them like English essays as well. Don’t memorise an essay. Instead, pick choice examples, or quotes from the play that you’re studying, and insert them into the essay that is your life. Better yet, imagine the examples as stories that you’re telling your friends. And always be on the lookout for better stories that you can embellish lightly and make fit into whatever question HR throws your way. 
If you struggle with public speaking, practice!
I’m sure this is all advice people have already heard or read but it does pay to sometimes stare at yourself in the mirror and practice rattling off work examples where you’ve clearly demonstrated whatever obscure skill that the job description has advertised. The other tricks involve asking for a glass of water (or preparing it beforehand if it’s through Zoom) and taking a sip to give oneself time to think.
Honestly, the only part of a job application I prefer is doing a written assessment or a general ability quiz. Then, it’s a real test of one’s capabilities rather than a matter of selling oneself to the highest bidder.
Long story short, while employers are always looking for the best candidate for the job, the means that they go about assessing that doesn’t always exemplify a person’s ability. Just like exams, which are really a practice of rote memorisation, there’s no real test of the knowledge and skills of the individual. 
Still, if you want a job, it’s time to brush off that silver tongue that you’ve kept hidden and begin to sell, sell, sell. 
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growdashboards · 25 days
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How to Create BI Reports That Actually Get Read: A Step-by-Step Guide
"We're not tracking anything new, but Grow has helped to reduce the metrics we show and be more strategic about what we see and use," says CEO Adam Sweet. 
This idea from 2 Brothers Moving & Delivery brings to light an important truth in the field of Business Intelligence: the power of strategically making data reporting easier.
But how did a service-oriented mover in Portland, Oregon, leverage BI to not just track data, but truly understand and act on it? And what can your business learn from their journey?
Imagine the potential of transforming overwhelming data into a focused dashboard that everyone from the ground up can understand and use. For the 2 Brothers, this wasn't just a dream; it became their reality. 
They shifted from complex spreadsheets to a streamlined dashboard that highlighted key performance indicators, making data accessible and engaging for the entire team. 
"The implementation is so easy. An account rep holds your hand through the setup, and there’s even a conference to teach you how to use it," Sweet remarked about their transition to Grow.
But it wasn't just about making data easier to digest. It was about driving a culture of performance and transparency. With data now visibly displayed on office leaderboards, 2 Brothers saw a surge in positive energy and healthy competition among their team. Information that was once hidden in spreadsheets became a source of motivation and clarity.
So, ask yourself, could your BI reports use a transformation? Are you leveraging your data to its fullest potential, fostering an environment where everyone is aligned and motivated by clear, accessible insights?
Let's dive deeper into how simplifying and strategically presenting your data can revolutionize the way your business operates, just like it did for 2 Brothers Moving & Delivery. It's time to make your data work for you, not against you.
How to Create BI Reports That Actually Get Read: A Step-by-Step Guide
Step 1: Understanding Your Audience
Before diving into data or design, the first step in creating impactful BI reports is to understand your audience. 
Whether your report is for C-suite executives, departmental managers, or operational teams, recognizing their information needs and decision-making processes is crucial. This knowledge shapes the content, format, and complexity of your BI reporting. Tailoring your reports to the audience's preferences ensures that your BI efforts align with their expectations, making the insights you provide both relevant and actionable.
Step 2: Setting Clear Objectives
Clear, defined objectives are the foundation of effective BI reporting. Establishing what you aim to achieve with each report guides your data selection and analysis. Employ SMART objectives to ensure your BI reports are focused and meaningful. 
For instance, a sales report objective might be to "Increase monthly sales by 10% by identifying the top-performing products and sales regions." This clarity helps in selecting the most relevant data and focusing your analysis on where it can have the greatest impact.
Step 3: Selecting the Right Data
With a plethora of data at your disposal, selecting the right data is more than important. The data you choose should directly support your report's objectives, providing clear insights into the issue at hand. This step requires a balance—while comprehensive data analysis can uncover hidden trends, simplicity ensures your BI reports remain accessible. 
UtilizingBusiness Intelligence reporting tools effectively can streamline this process, ensuring that you're working with high-quality data that enhances the report's trustworthiness.
Step 4: Designing for Clarity and Impact
The design of your BI reports play a crucial role in their effectiveness. Utilizing BI reporting tools, you can choose the right chart types, color schemes, and layouts that make your data accessible and engaging. 
A well-designed report uses visual hierarchy to guide readers through the data, emphasizing key findings and making complex information understandable at-a-glance. Annotations, executive summaries, and data highlights can further draw attention to the most critical insights, making your BI reporting impactful.
Step 5: Making It Interactive
Interactive BI reports engage users by allowing them to explore data in a way that static reports cannot. Features like drill-downs, filters, and interactive dashboards encourage users to interact with the data, fostering a deeper understanding of the insights presented. 
Many Business Intelligence reporting suites offer tools to create interactive reports, significantly enhancing the user experience and the value your reports deliver.
Step 6: Storytelling with Data
Telling a story takes raw data and turns it into an engaging narrative that motivates people to take action. By contextualizing data within a narrative, your BI reports can highlight the significance of insights, making them more relatable and persuasive. 
Effective storytelling in BI reporting involves more than presenting facts; it's about weaving a narrative that connects data points to real-world business scenarios, guiding decision-makers toward informed actions.
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Before finalizing your BI reports, testing and gathering feedback is essential. This iterative process involves presenting the report to a small, representative group of end-users and incorporating their feedback to refine the report's clarity, usability, and relevance. Continuous improvement, based on user engagement metrics and feedback, ensures that your BI reporting remains effective over time.
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Accessibility and compliance should never be an afterthought in BI reporting. Ensuring that your reports are accessible to all users, including those with disabilities, is not just a legal requirement but also expands the reach and impact of your BI efforts. 
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Crafting BI reports that not only capture attention but also drive meaningful action is an art form that hinges on understanding your audience, setting clear goals, selecting pertinent data, designing with purpose, embracing interactivity, and storytelling—all underpinned by a commitment to continuous improvement. Utilizing BI reporting tools and suites, such as Grow, effectively, you're not just disseminating information; you're inspiring action and facilitating business success.
Grow has been instrumental for businesses like 2 Brothers Moving & Delivery, with the transformative power of accessible and strategic data visualization. Their journey from complex spreadsheets to streamlined, impactful BI reports shows the potential for any organization to enhance decision-making and operational efficiency.
We invite you to share your own stories and strategies for creating compelling BI reports. Have you discovered innovative ways to present data that truly resonates with your audience? Join the conversation below and let's learn from one another.
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ranjanasacademy · 1 month
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What is the benefit of learning from the beauty experts
You start glowing at the moment you decide to be yourself. You are the mirror of your divine beauty. Makeup is an effective way to introduce something unique about you. All women are pretty without makeup, but the right makeup will define you as gorgeous and confident.
In the sameway, makeup is an art, passion, and expression for makeup lovers. Everyone knows makeup basics, but it won't help you on your big days. Learning makeup is an added credit to your skills. Flawless makeup gives you a perfect day on your special occasions.
Every woman can become an artist with a good makeup brush and skills. Nowadays, finding a skilled makeup artist becomes a more challenging task in many places. Even though you may find them, their availability on that particular day will be another big deal. If you are passionate about beauty and wish to build a successful career then enrolling in a makeup artist course can be an ideal choice. 
On the other hand, if you love makeup look, but don't want to visit a parlour everyday, then you can pursue a makeatist course under a certified and well-known makeup artist.  Moreover, by learning makeup artist skills you can enhance your look everyday at home. 
Here we mentioned the benefits you can avail of if you undergo the experts' courses.
Benefits of enrolling in Makeup Artist Course
Excellent career opportunities
Ensure that you are trained with the expertise to improve your career prospects. To attain a potential client, you have to diversify yourself and need proper qualifications.
In recent days, the beauty industry is growing massively and offering novel techniques and services. There's a huge demand for professionally trained therapists, hairdressers, and personal care centres.
Incase, a person with a certification from a well-known institution has an endless work opportunity. This will enhance your ethics to accomplish a leading position in the beauty industry.
Carrier scope to undertake
Every academy will provide training about skills to create your own business. They also proffer marketing advice and opportunity, and they will equip you with all the skills needed for the enhancement. Else you are hired to any salon or beauty institution.
After that, the way you run the business and the quality of service you offer will hold your clients for a lifetime. Additionally, the way you handle the therapist working with you in the salon and the knowledge you educate will make them never give up.
In-depth knowledge
Learning is not easy, because it is like art has to immerse in it. Initially, all will be confused about the foundation shade, concealer, lipstick suits, and skin type. If you have undergone courses from the experts, they will clarify all such things and bring out your uniqueness. Depending on the course you choose, you learn many more tips and tricks.
 Topics Covered 
Theory of makeup and foundation
Foundation application process
Glitter application
Saree draping
Hairdressing
Eye makeup tutorial
Lehenga draping and another traditional saree draping
Shadow application
Halloween makeup etc.,
Certification
Certification is a credit for the entire makeup artist. Later your fine work and certification will speak with the client. After completing the degree, you become a professional makeup artist.
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Playful Discoveries: Kindergarten Adventures Unveiled
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Kindergarten is often considered the first formal step into the world of education. It definitely is a magical time for young learners. It’s those years in a child’s life, marked by colorful classrooms, enthusiastic teachers, and, most importantly, playful discoveries. In this enchanting phase, children embark on a journey of exploration, creativity, and social development, laying the foundation for a lifetime of learning.
At the heart of every kindergarten classroom, there is an atmosphere of excitement and curiosity. The room is adorned with vibrant artwork, educational toys, storytelling posters, and shelves filled with pictorial books that beckon little hands to explore. It’s a space carefully designed to stimulate young minds and encourage their natural inclination towards discovery.
Learning Through Play
Preschool is a place where learning and play seamlessly merge. Through various activities, games, and interactive lessons, children learn essential skills such as problem-solving, critical thinking, and teamwork. Building blocks become tools for understanding mathematical concepts, art projects transform into avenues for self-expression, and storytime opens doors to the endless imaginary world.
One of the most significant advantages of this playful approach to learning is that it instils a love for education from an early age. When learning is intertwined with fun, children tend to develop a positive attitude towards school and the educational system. This positive association becomes the cornerstone upon which a child’s entire educational journey is built.
Social Development and Friendship 
Kookaburra, the best Kindergarten in town is not just about ABC and I,2,3; it’s also a vital social arena. It’s where children learn to share, cooperate, and empathize. Through interactive games and group activities, they develop crucial social skills that are fundamental for their future relationships and interactions.
 Friendships formed in kindergarten are often some of the most cherished ones. Bonds created during playtime and collaborative learning activities are genuine and heartwarming. These friendships teach children the value of companionship and how to navigate the intricate world of human emotions.
Teachers as Guides
In the Kookaburra classroom teachers don’t just impart knowledge; they serve as guides, mentors, and nurturers. They recognize that every child is unique, and they tailor their teaching methods to suit individual learning styles. With patience and understanding, they encourage children to ask questions, explore their interests, and express their thoughts and feelings.
Kindergarten teachers create an environment where every child feels valued and supported. Their guidance is instrumental in shaping academic aptitude and the overall character of the young learners. They celebrate every milestone, no matter how small, and boost confidence to face challenges head-on for a child.
In Conclusion 
The most professional yet warm preschool named Kookaburra, sets the stage for a lifelong love of learning with its playful discoveries and adventures. It’s a time of innocence, wonder, and endless possibilities. As children engage in imaginative play, collaborative projects, and meaningful interactions, they navigatethe exciting journey of infant developmental milestones indirectly laying the foundation for becoming well-rounded, compassionate, and curious individuals.
In the colourful realm of kindergarten, every day is an opportunity for a new discovery, a new friendship, and a new adventure. It’s a place where the seeds of knowledge are sown, and the roots of lifelong learning take place, ensuring that the young learners of today grow into the thoughtful leaders and innovators of tomorrow.
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Exploring the Benefits of English and Math Tutors
Education is the cornerstone of personal growth and development, and subjects like English and mathematics form the foundation of a well-rounded education.
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Struggling in a subject can negatively impact a student's confidence. With the support and guidance of a tutor, students can overcome their challenges and experience a boost in self-esteem. As they make progress and see improvements in their skills, their overall confidence in their academic abilities grows.
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Tutors not only teach subject content but also guide students in developing effective study habits and time management skills. These skills are transferable and benefit students in all areas of their academic journey.
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A tutor who is passionate about the subjects can ignite a similar enthusiasm in the student. When students engage with tutors who genuinely enjoy teaching English and math, they are more likely to develop a positive attitude toward learning.
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Master - Chapter 3a
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*Warning: Adult Content*  
"Good Morning Master."
My eyes shoot open as I scoot away from the source before falling out of my bed in surprise. 
Releasing a loud groan at the temporary pain the shoots up my back, I sag back with another groan. 
I was too lazy to get up so I just stayed there, my legs in the air and my body oddly contorted.
What a great way to start the day.
"I'm sorry Master," Kalem exclaims circling the bed to get to me.
"It's fine," I groan looking up at him. 
I immediately shut my eyes with a groan when I find him standing naked over me. 
"Kalem, I've told you before. You have to wear clothes."
"I'm sorry Master," Kalem apologizes before bowing his head and running off. 
I keep my eyes closed as he leaves and keep them closed, staying in the same position with my neck bent beneath me until Kalem comes back.
To my surprise and pleasure, he'd successfully managed to clothe himself today but the strong scent of conditioner still radiated off of him. 
I'd have to teach him the difference between body products and hair products.
His new clothes looked absolutely ravishing on him. 
When shopping, he'd drifted towards shorts and crop tops because they had the least fabric.
 But when I explained to him those were clothes for hoes and we didn't like hoes, he put them down.
Instead, he'd chosen oversized sweaters and hoodies that made him look even cuter if that was possible. 
I think he did it assuming the more he covered himself, the happier I was. 
But what had seemed to make him the happiest, was the sleek, tight fit butler suit that he gawked at. 
And when I told him it was generally used for people who helped in the house, well he snatched it before I could blink.
Today he stood before me in the same butler uniform. 
His skin no longer coated with dirt but an alluring cream tone that shone under the bedroom light. 
His hair hung naturally wild and his eyes perfectly alive.
He stood there patiently as I studied him, tilting his head to the side slightly with a growing frown. 
Probably wondering if I was going to get up.
The answer was no.
"How did you sleep?" I ask as my body slides down further at a snail's pace.
"Very good, thank you, Master," he replies quickly as he continued to watch me with a puzzled look. 
Poor thing got a weird, lazy loner as a Master. 
"What about you Master?"
"It was great and then this human yelled and woke me up," I say kindly making him open his mouth but he shuts it quickly. 
A blush takes his cheek and I smile to myself deciding that alone made up for my disturbed slumber. 
"I brought you breakfast."
This makes me sit up as I look up curiously. 
I jump to my feet looking around the room for a sign of food. 
Instead, he presented me with a blood bag that was held behind his back.
"You found my blood bank," I say in surprise.
"I explored the castle this morning to get acquainted with where I'll be doing my chores," he says with a wide smile, holding his head high with pride while I frowned.
"What time is it?" I ask slightly confused.
"Nine," Kalem informs and I check my phone to make sure he meant in the morning.
"Nine in the morning and you're already up?" I ask superstitiously and he nods eagerly. "What time did you wake up?"
"Four am Master," he says making my eyes bulge. "A good slave is always ready."
I try to find the right words to explain that four am was never a good time to be ready for shit. 
But then my mind caught up with the rest of his words.
"You explored this entire castle?" I ask in disbelief while he nodded furiously. "The whole thing?" I ask and he nods again. "Up and down? Left to right? The outside gardens? The library? The kitchens? The stable houses? The ballroom? The throne room?"
"Yes, Master," he replies giggling. "The entire castle."
I stare at him wondering how one person could be so ecstatic at the prospect of exploring an old, surely haunted castle. 
All powered by the goal of cleaning the damn thing.
I rub my face tiredly as I relive my decisions from the previous day.
I made a mistake. 
A stupid, impulsive mistake.
How could I take a slave after decades of preaching against it? 
I went against everything I believed in, all gone within an instant, all because of a man. 
No, a boy. 
A boy who had clearly been through enough, he didn't need to be dragged into my life.
 A boy who held me in his grasp with a mere glance.
I release a strained sigh as I refocus my attention on a worried Kalem. 
I didn't have a plan nor did I know what I'd do with him. 
The only good thing which seemed to stem from this situation was that he was in a better place with me than any of those other filthy vermin.
I wouldn't turn him into a sexual outlet or a laborer. 
He was too young.
Too precious.
"You are not cleaning this entire castle," I say putting my hand out. 
His smile sadly fades instantly at my words as he hands me the blood bag. 
"No matter how much this place needs it."
"May I ask why not Master?" he asks with knitted eyebrows while I downed the blood bag.
Scrumptious.
"Because you are not a servant nor are you a slave," I say walking past him as I made my way into my bathroom, Kalem making sure to follow me quickly.
"I am a slave," he says firmly making me turn to face him. "And I like to clean."
Of course, the perfect angel enjoys the one thing I hate doing. 
Perfection is perfection.
"You are not a slave," I say clearly making his frown deepen all the more.
I didn't think it'd be so hard to give someone their freedom. 
But God be damned, this kid was one hundred percent brainwashed into the system. 
It'd take time, care and a whole lot of patience to get him to think otherwise.
Kalem was so young. 
He didn't even realize what he'd been put through was nothing sort of diabolical, completely inhumane even for the supernatural. 
I no longer regretted stepping in. 
Thank God I did. 
The thought of Kalem in the possession of some perverted freak made my fangs drop, my eyes becoming clouded by bloodlust.
He doesn't say anymore as he looks at the ground in confusion. 
His doe eyes clouded with clear frustration as he had a mental battle to figure out what he was and what my words meant. 
I considered the possibility that me changing all his beliefs in one go would do more harm than good. 
Perhaps like the food, I'd have to ease him into realizing what he'd been a part of.
"You said I could do whatever I want, that this was my home and that I was free," he started making me nod suspiciously. "Then if this is my home, then I get to clean it. I want to clean. I-It's my freedom so I can clean with my freedom. So I'm going to clean Master."
‘Oh he's good.....’
"Okay, you can clean," I say making his face instantly light up as he beams up at me. "But not the entire castle, that's just ridiculous. You can clean the main rooms in the section we live in."
"So from the food spaces to here?" he asks basically dancing on his toes. I nod in response making him smile widely. "Thank you, Master."
"Stop calling me Master," I drawl once more.
"Sorry Master," he replies making me groan internally. 
He didn't even realize he was doing it. 
"Is there anything else you'd like me to do before I begin Master?"
"No Kalem," I say looking down at the small boy. "Make sure to eat before starting okay?"
"But I ate yesterday Master. I'm full," he replies, blinking repeatedly showcasing those honey glazed eyes which rested under his short, soft lashed.
"We need to get you to eat more," I say lifting one of his arms. 
It was basically bone. 
I could break it by accident, the thought made me release it immediately. 
"You need more meat on your bones."
"O-Okay," he replies unsure.
"Eat half a bowl and then begin. I'll come to check on you in a while," I say running my hand through his hair unconsciously. 
He closes his eyes as he leans into my touch. 
A small smile climbing onto his lips as I continued to run my hand through his now silky hair. 
"Did you take a shower?"
"I tried the bath today, Master." he murmured, as he unconsciously stepped closer to me.
"How was it?" I ask as my other hand pulled him in closer.
"It was really nice, thank you, Master," he basically purrs as he rested himself against my chest, his fingers caressing my chest. 
I continue to run my hand through his hair as we stand their contently. 
"I liked it more than the shower."
"It's completely up to you Kalem," I reply. 
We stay in this position until my eyes catch a glimpse of our reflexion in the mirror.
 I immediately detach myself from the boy as he stares at me clearly confused, the disappointment running through his eyes didn't help.
"Alright, go on."
I press my weight against the bathroom counter once he leaves as I hang my head in shame. 
It'd barely been a day and I was already slipping.
‘Get it together Lincoln.’
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survey #104
(taken january 22nd; uploading surveys taken while gone)
Have you ever been for a ride in the back of a truck? Yeah, when I was way younger.
Did your grandparents teach you anything? To not be an old-fashioned, holier-than-thou piece of fucking garbage that refuses to change with the times and kiss the feet of an invisible mass murderer in the sky.
What are the longest and shortest romantic relationships you’ve been in? Longest, over 3 1/2 years. I was with Juan less than 24 hours.
Have you ever been obsessive over calories, exercise etc.? I've had multiple phases of this.
What are you listening to? So Rammstein's vocalist has an independent band as well and I sometimes explore his solo work and I'm currently obsessed with "Ich weiß es nicht" and I've just fully accepted chaotic 50-60 y/o men dominate my interests lmfao
How is the weather outside? It's raining. I wish it would just snow already, I really wanna get pretty winter weather pictures this year.
List eight things you like about your best friend. He is extremely patient, absolutely hilarious, a strong listener, the most loyal person I've ever met, very obviously genuinely cares about me, he's a very hard worker that's super dedicated to whatever he sets his mind to, he's very good with animals (especially dogs), and he's super intelligent.
List two favourite colours. Pastel pink and coral.
What was the last book you read? I started Wings of Fire: Talons of Power the other day.
How many best friends do you have? I only feel like I'm being entirely accurate in the sense of what I consider an absolute best friend to be when I answer with Girt, but I know some people will be like "oh he doesn't count" because he's my partner, but whatever. If not him, then it's Mom, buuuut again, I know some won't consider that a valid answer. My closest friends that are just friends and not blood or anything are both Tez and Mazzy, though.
Are you holding back doing or saying anything? Yeah, I guess. Nothing very important, though.
Have you ever been used? Oh I'm sure I have been, in one way or another.
Are you pregnant? Zero chance of that.
Do you want to be? BIG no on that one.
Can you describe your entire family in three words? Complicated, strained, distant.
What’s the first thing you see when you look out your window? Our road and houses across the street.
What’s your favorite fair food? I actually don't know; I've been to so very few and tried barely any food. I do know that I actually don't like funnel cake, though.
What’s something you always wear, even in the shower? Piercings.
How did you feel after your first kiss? There was a whole lotta butterflies and shyness but also tons of happiness and peace and the feeling that I was in the midst of something wonderful. Girl if you only knew lmfao
What’s your state's or country’s minimum wage? $7.25/h 🙃 proven to be properly unlivable here
What was the best thing you ever did for your parents, legal guardians or parental figures? hell if I know honestly
Have you ever worn a suit? No but women in suits is FUCKING HOT
Would you rather make 2D or 3D art? 2D. Sculptures and stuff aren't my thing, at least when it comes to ME making them. I love looking at that kinda stuff, though.
Do you eat candy corn? No, I hate that shit.
Were either of your parents baptized? I can absolutely, positively guarantee my mom was, but idk about Dad.
The last concert that you were at, was there a mosh pit? Nah.
Do you think pepperoni would be good on a meatball sub? I don't even like meatball subs to begin with because the bread gets so damp and gross.
Has anyone killed one of your pets before? Well, yes. Growing up we had cats get hit by cars a lot. I've told the story of our then-neighbors' rottweilers getting loose and going on a cat massacre once too, but I honestly don't blame the owners and haven't for a very, very long time. Those dogs were smart and it wasn't like them getting loose was even a remotely common thing. It was entirely an accident.
Does your bathroom have a theme to it? Neither one does.
Are any rooms in your house themed? Not really. I WANT to redesign mine with more of a nature-y vibe, though.
Is there someone that you have lost respect for recently? My grandmother, who I ALREADY didn't respect at all.
Have you ever edited an article on Wikipedia? No.
Do you remember your first love? I am not AT ALL exaggerating the times I say that I very sincerely doubt that I would forget Jason even if I developed dementia/Alzheimer's. Some patients do remember specific details of their lives and I am fully convinced that would be me with him.
What is something you can never give up (that's not love or family)? The Internet, lmao.
Have you ever waited in line overnight for something? No.
Is there such a thing as being too rich or too poor? Obviously?????????????
Go back to your freshman year; what kind of music were you listening to? Same stuff as now, various forms of metal, but I would also listen to more scream-y stuff.
Do you have an alter ego? Describe them: No.
What is something you think about yourself that nobody agrees with? That I'm incredibly dumb. People who know me, especially family, always love to point out I'm "super smart" (when it comes to book-type knowledge, everyone knows I have terrible common sense) but I very much feel like they just think about how I performed up through high school. I don't know WHAT happened once I started college (my one and only guess is that my trauma genuinely affected my memory and even how I register information), but it did a fantastic job at making me feel appallingly stupid and unable to process new information. It's probably always going to upset me, how much I changed in terms of learning.
What about something people think of you that you don’t agree with? That I handle kids quite well. I always feel like I'm doing or saying the total wrong thing and acting awkwardly, and even seeing evidence that kids DO seem to gravitate towards me doesn't make me believe that I'm actually good with them.
What is your favourite type of video game? Horror, esp psychological-type horror.
Do you sometimes pretend to do things you dont know how to do? No, that sounds like a bad idea.
If you have tattoos, which one that you have was the most painful? I want to say my inner forearm, I think.
Do you have any pets who will bite anyone else out there, besides you? No.
If you died right now, what would be your biggest regret? Never feeling like I found my place in the world.
What do you believe was your greatest achievement? Healing from the breakup. I know it sounds super little and unimpressive, but when you know how desperately I just always wanted to be dead and the psychological damage it all did that I STILL deal with, you'd realize it was a feat of fucking strength and self-love that I frequently forget about.
What have you learned from pain? To cherish every single moment without it and to also have empathy and understanding.
What was the last text or IM you sent? Girt was asking about moving our hangout day to Wednesday, which I told him was fine; he just feels like having the weekend to himself. I wanted to see him, but I'm not actually upset at all; he's allowed to have time with himself, even if I WASN'T okay with it.
What is the simplest way to make you happy? Talk to me about meerkats or Rammstein or Silent Hill and stuff lmao.
When was the last time you had deja vu? Actually when I was writing an RP post yesterday, it was really weird.
Is there something you are always interested in? The main topic of deep interest that has prevailed the longest is meerkats.
Do you like buffet restaurants? I really don't, I find the concept super gross with how people are.
When was the last time you felt like you were starving? Full realism, I've never felt like I was sincerely, truly starving because I never factually have been. Yeah, I exaggerate and sometimes am like "I'm starving" when I mean I'm super hungry, but I'm fully aware I'm actually not. I consider myself an incredibly lucky person to have constant access to some kind of food.
Would you ever dye your hair all the colors of the rainbow? If my hair would actually take it and it wasn't absurdly expensive, fuck yeah.
What has made you laugh lately? I've been watching a lot of Game Grumps lately, and they do very, very easily. More than any other YouTube channel on a consistent basis.
If a Miley Cyrus song was playing in a store, would you leave? Oh, grow up. I'm not leaving a store I went to to get something I need or even just want just because a fucking song comes on.
Have you ever actually discovered someone watching you? No, thank the fucking lord. That would REALLY creep me out.
What would you do if you found an inappropriate picture of yourself online? I would be EXTREMELY freaked out because I've never taken an inappropriate picture of myself and I've never allowed anyone else to either, so someone would've done it in secrecy. I'd also be absolutely fucking humiliated because I hate my body. I'd absolutely try to figure out who got the picture and try my absolute damnedest to get it taken off the Internet.
What do you think of Facebook? I use it to keep tabs on people I care about and also see memes haha, plus other cool or motivational/inspiring stuff, but it DOES sometimes negatively affect me in the sense it makes me feel insanely behind in life.
Would you rather have Junior Mints or Reese’s? Reese's.
Have you ever taken a Polaroid? I'm quite sure I haven't, though I would actually really like to have a Polaroid-type camera. I can absolutely see the aesthetic appeal of them.
When was the last time you felt pressured? This past Friday Emerson wanted to play catch with one of her toys for a little bit, and though I didn't really want to because I was reading a book, I obviously did.
How many times have you broken a bone? Once.
Do you have a preference of chocolate? Milk chocolate with either a peanut butter or caramel interior.
Do you have a favorite author? Nah I really don't.
Do you own anything “designer?” Definitely not. I ain't got that kind of money.
If you had to draw your life, what would it mainly include? A lot of mental illness imagery and also Jason. Mom.
What is your favourite dinosaur? It's always been the spinosaurus. I also really love velociraptors, but their understood anatomy has changed a whole lot. I've found I prefer less feathery dinos. The Jurassic Park iteration of them are more my style.
Have you ever made bread? I personally haven't.
Would your childhood self be disappointed? UH, YEAH.
Has anything ever fallen asleep on you? Yeah, pets, partners, kids. Maybe sisters at some point.
What do you feel about surgeries? Do they worry you? Well, they worry me NOW because I learned sleep apnea (and mine is apparently severe) is a dangerous complicator in surgeries. I've also wondered if my nightmares could be an issue... I also have a considerable fear of anesthesia awareness, but it's not absolutely overwhelming.
Do you have a Tumblr? My Tumblr was (I'm assuming) accidentally terminated over a month ago and I am STILL waiting to hear back from them, even after sending a second report. 🙃 I've been tempted to go back to my old email account (that one was ALSO randomly terminated after a theme edit but was restored), but I really don't want to so am trying to wait. I just don't at all see what in the world I could've done wrong to be fairly banned.
Would you ever consider moving to another country? Realistically I don't think I will. My mom has basically begged us girls to stay together and prioritize our family bond because our extended family ALL live out of state, usually many states away.
Would you like to live in a realm where the zombie apocalypse is possible? How do we know the one we live in now isn't? Zombifying parasites already exist in simpler, smaller organisms; who knows what the future holds. I do remember reading a scientific article about it for some reason just not seeming possible for humans with our current biological knowledge, but. Who knows. BUT ANYWAY, I would DEFINITELY prefer it to not be possible. I will never understand the absolute maniacs that basically fetishize that universe, like bitch you will die within the first couple days like basically everyone else, stop pretending you're a godly badass in the face of a horde of dead humans that are deadset on eating you and accept you're gonna shit your pants like everyone else lmao.
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King of Swords paired with St. John’s Wort (Hypericum perforatum)
Swords are the Suit of Air which is equated with thoughts, ideas, knowledge, and learning. Swords cut away that which no longer serves us such as ideas and attitudes created or adopted, unintentionally or unconsciously, through old imprinting or erroneous information. Swords tend to depict a stormy path to self realization.
The King of each Suit represents the culmination, the final authority, of that Suit or Element. Kings may or may not link to an actual person, but definitely encompass male characteristics. In this case, I am referring to the active or Yang energy within each of us, regardless of our gender. Kings, as their position suggests, have learned through experience how to set and respect boundaries, how to exercise patience, how to best offer wisdom and support. King are the apex of integrity. Kings are the Keepers of each Element, teaching us how to preserve and protect that which we value.
The King of Swords, seated as he is, demonstrates his capacity to stay grounded - and thus remain calm - in his thoughts and actions. With him, The Fool finds clarity when reasoning, innovation when considering, and creativity of expression. The King of Swords reminds us to be analytical rather than critical - of either ourselves or others - as events unfold.
St. John’s Wort has a long history as a valued plant on many continents. Since ancient times it has been used to clear infection and neutralize toxins or poisons due to both ingestion and venomous stings. St. John’s Wort is said to detoxify and stimulate the liver, calm and support the nerves to various organ systems  throughout the body, and soothe and relax the lungs.
A multifaceted herb, St. John’s Wort has also been used to treat women’s health issues, and as a powerful healing agent topically, from burns, to wounds, to dermatitis, as well as a pain reliever for everything from migraines and trigeminal neuralgia to bumps, bruises, fibromyalgia, and arthritis.
In recent years, St. John’s Wort has become especially well known for use in managing mild to moderate depression and other imbalances of the brain and nervous system including anxiety, OCD, SAD, PTSD, migraines, difficulty with cognitive function, and insomnia.
St. John’s Wort has been studied quite extensively in the scientific setting and there is much documentation of successful use in treating HSV, HIV, various other viruses, and certain types of cancer. If you are interested in pursuing any of these uses, ALWAYS work with a qualified practitioner. NEVER abruptly stop taking any prescribed medication in an effort to self treat.  
The entire plant has reported uses, from roots to seeds. St. John’s Wort Flower Essence can help us to resolve feelings of fear, hopelessness and helplessness. Just as the plant itself promotes smooth flow throughout the body, calms nerves, relieves congestion and spasm, balancing the body’s release and use of various neurotransmitters, so too does the essence of its sunny yellow flowers promote harmonious movement of energies within the body.
St. John’s Wort is a venerable and age-old healer, reconciling and balancing, helping both body and mind to assimilate and adjust as we learn to accommodate an ever changing world.  We are being called daily now it seems to evolve - both within ourselves and together as a species - so as to become a global family. St. John’s Wort, and the King of Swords are here to assist us as we relinquish our old, out-dated ideas of a self separate from others and move  into the awareness of being connected with all life. The time of great healing is coming, but first we must grow.
Allow yourself to turn your face to the Sun, both physically and metaphorically, today and be open to visionary thoughts. Breathe deeply of the sacred and mysterious force of life. So much seems beyond our control at the moment. Like the King of Swords we must ground ourselves and stay in the moment. I do not say this lightly, and recognize that words are easier than deeds, but, make no mistake, we are being called to a Higher Path.  
Change requires time. Calm yourself with the knowledge that all - despite chaos and struggle - is as it should be. Stay grounded, practice patience as you choose your words, be kind in thought and deed to yourself and others. Remember, being analytical does not equate with a harshness of mind. Quite the opposite. Remain neutral as you review and evaluate your current situation, to determine the best way onward for yourself. Perspective matters.
A WORD OF CAUTION:  ALWAYS work with a qualified practitioner. NEVER abruptly stop taking any prescribed medication in an effort to self treat.
Use St. John’s Wort internally with care if you are pregnant,  taking medications for HIV/AIDS, oral contraceptives or hormones, anticoagulants, MAO inhibitors, SSRI’s, certain statins or antibiotics, various cardiac medications, tricyclic antidepressants, or dilantin. Studies suggest that SJW may decrease efficacy of these and other medications due to its role as a “blood cleanser”.
———————————— *Information shared on herbs and their historical or traditional uses is for point-of-interest only. None of the above is meant to diagnosis, treat, or cure any health imbalance.*
Tarot deck : The Herbal Tarot by Michael Tierra LaC, and Candis Cantin Interpretation : Teri “Cricket” Heinichen Owens, RN, BSN, MS
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18+, eren jaeger x fem!reader
part two of pierced
inspired by the 'big stick' scene from jawbreaker (iykyk)
wc: 3.7k
contains: mild dubcon, light dom/sub, ball play, choking, dumbification, degradation, spit, creampie
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Eren can’t help but admire you from the doorway of your shared bedroom. One would think, that after 30 days of edging, you would learn not to be such a fucking tease. But here you are flitting around the kitchen in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a frilly pair of lilac panties.
‘Stop being a perv. It’s hot out.’ You don’t have to say it. The ‘you’ in his head is already chastising him for the lascivious nature of his thoughts.
The ‘you’ in his head is also already bent over the granite top counter, panties long discarded, presenting yourself to him, begging ‘Please Eren. Fuck me.’
He can’t help it. Everyday he’s found himself face to face with your cute little pussy, absolutely begging to get filled and not being able to do anything about it. It’s not his fault that when he sees you wearing next to nothing, he just wants to stick his cock in you.
Except it’s entirely his fault.
That’s why even though you can feel the weight of his stare as you move around the kitchen, you don’t even spare a glance in his direction.
If there’s one thing these last few weeks have taught you, its willpower. And thanks to your newfound self-discipline you’re able to resist the urge to pounce on him when your boyfriend pulls your back against the solid wall of his chest. “Baby.” He rasps. “I’m all healed up.”
The statement makes goosebumps appear on your skin despite the sweltering heat but other than that, you show no signs of exactly how pent up you are.
Eren made you swear not to touch yourself whining about how unfair it would be and how he would really appreciate your support in his hour of need. Yes he used those exact words. You kept your promise but not without intending to receive payback. It was only a matter of how. The idea hadn’t come to you yet.
“Really?” You don’t even bother to turn around, pushing past him. Partly as a way to tease him but also because you don’t trust yourself to be able to resist him once you get a good look at him. From his scent alone you can tell he’s fresh from a shower and that’s when he’s the most dangerous. He smells cool and fresh like his shower gel, spicy and warm like his aftershave and fruity and floral like his your shampoo. It’s hypnotic.
The trance is broken when he pulls you even closer to him, grinding his bulge into your backside.
“Stop buying that 2-in-1 shit if you’re gonna use mine all the time anyways.” You grumble.
Right.
Revenge first. Dick second. The voice in your head reminds you.
You wriggle out of his hold, remembering why you came into the kitchen in the first place. You breathe a sigh of relief as you open the freezer door, the cold air providing a brief reprieve from the near suffocating heat of your apartment. Once you’ve obtained your target; a cherry popsicle hidden behind some ice packs and frozen peas, you finally take a look at your tormentor.
“Babe c’mon.” Eren persists.
He looks good. Unfairly good considering the fact that he’s not even trying. Fresh from the shower, he has on a worn out white t-shirt, stretched around the neckline which gives you a mouthwatering look at his perfectly sculpted collarbones and no more than the top of his pecs that peak out above the seam. His grey athletic shorts hang low on his hips and outline his print a little too well so you know he’s not wearing boxers. Eren hasn’t bothered to tie up his long hair leaving the damp tendrils dangling above his shoulders with a few stray strands framing his handsome face. He’s putting up a nonchalant front but the tick in his eyebrow gives his irritated disposition away.
Surely he didn’t believe that you would let him have his way with you that easily.
Except he did. Because under most circumstances he would. But today, your own stubbornness (only marginally) drowns out your desire for your Adonis of a boyfriend so you push past him into the lounge, plopping down on the couch with a dramatic sigh.
“Later.” You bring the frozen treat to your lips. “It’s so hot.” Again, Eren tries to keep his face expressionless but you easily spot the way he clenches his jaw as his gaze fixes itself onto your mouth.
Bingo
You close your eyes, enjoying the sweet cherry taste and cool sensation that spreads throughout your body.
“On second thought,” You start, as a mischievous grin spreads across your face. “There is something else I’d rather have in my mouth.”
“Yeah?” Eren dons a matching smirk and stalks his way over to you, sitting down so that you can straddle him. “Tempting but honestly, your mouth isn’t what I had in mind.” His voice trails off, large hands moving down to cup your ass, giving the soft flesh a squeeze for good measure. But before he can take it any further you’re already manoeuvring your way between his knees.
“Oh. You don’t want me to suck your cock?” You pout, resting your head against his thigh, trying your best to sound disappointed.
Eren swallows whatever argument he was about to present when he sees your pretty eyes, shaded by fluttering lashes looking up at him with the tip of the crimson popsicle pressed against your sinful mouth. The same sinful mouth he’s been dreaming about for a month.
Fuck.
“Yeah, okay.” He grumbles while you watch him pull his already half hard cock out of his bottoms. It’s so pretty and long, perfectly thick in all the right places, decorated at the tip with a vertical running titanium barbell.
He’s got a hand around his base, waiting for you to replace the sweet treat in your mouth with his aching cock but much to his dismay your attention is drawn a little lower.
The sight of his plush balls all swollen and full of cum proves to be too much for you to resist. He shudders when your cold lips press against the taut skin. You know he’s sensitive from being so backed up. That’s why he starts panting as you leave wet kisses on his sac, leaving your saliva all over it while his shaft grows harder above you.
“Hold this for me.” You pass him your popsicle, that is slowly starting to melt which he takes in his free hand.
“Okay can you just- fuck.” One more kiss, right on the shiny metal of his newly healed piercing, shuts him up quickly.
Your own hands find their place on his thighs. You dip your head down again and take one of his balls in his mouth massaging it with your tongue.
“Christ.” He groans, slowly jerking himself off while you worship his balls.
“Oh poor baby…. so full.” You murmur letting go of the left to suck on the right one, savouring the weight of them.
“Yeah.” His voice is about a whole octave higher than usual. “Hurts.” He scrunches up his face when you let go of his ball with a pop.
“I bet.” You giggle. Eren is now at full mast, veiny shaft resting against his abdomen, dribbling precum which coats the shiny piercing that crowns his angry-red tip. His wrist flicks ever so elegantly as his hand moves languidly up and down, up and down, up and-”
“Princess.” Your boyfriend whines, yanking you out of your daze. “Enough with the teasing. You wanted to suck me off. Do it already.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, not losing sight of your revenge plot.
“Baby,” You pout. “I really want to but-” It’s so hard to bite back your laugh. “But I don’t remember how.”
“Wait what?” His hand stops right in his tracks, brows furrowed in confusion.
“It’s been so long. Can you show me?”
Eren’s expression goes from perplexed to vicious but you don’t budge, blinking up at him with wide innocent eyes.
“How?” He huffs impatiently. It’s funny actually, seeing him struggle to tolerate a fraction of his own bitter medicine.
Your eyes shift to the frozen treat still in his hand that’s starting to drip down his knuckles. “I’m a visual learner.”
He moves like he’s about to stand up but you won’t make it that easy for him. “Please, Rennie? Please teach me how to suck your cock?”
As much as Eren has you wrapped around his finger, he’s just as whipped for you. So when you look at him with those sparkly eyes and call him the pet name he swears he hates but brings him to his knees when you use it, you know you have him.
Hook, line and sinker.
You use your thumb and middle finger to make a circle around his base, positioning yourself eye level with his leaking slit.
His tongue peaks out cautiously, eyes trained on yours as he flicks it across the tip, testing the waters. Immediately you follow suit, tasting his precum for the first time in so long. His hips buck off the couch, chasing the gone-too-soon sensation but you dig your nails into his thigh, reminding him who’s in control right now.
You quirk your brow at him, making sure he understands what you want.
How many times have you found yourself in this exact position: sitting between your boyfriend’s thighs while he looks down at you, both of you equally as lust drunk as the other. But this time he’s the one panting and whimpering while you have your turn to torture him.
Eren doesn’t like it. Not one bit. He wants to smack that smug little grin right off your face but instead he pulls at your hair, tugging right at the roots and making you yelp in pain. Now you’re scowling. But it’s hard to look at all intimidating sitting beneath him with your head tilted at such an awkward angle. He doesn’t miss the way your thighs clench together either.
Never breaking eye contact, he uses the flat of his tongue to lick a broad stripe up the length of the popsicle. You squirm in place, remembering how it feels to have him lick across your cunt exactly like that.
Fine. He’d play along with your little game. But on his own terms.
You lean forward to copy him but the hand holding your head keeps you in place. Without looking away, Eren launches a glob of spit onto the already drippy ice-cream before licking it away. It’s that simple for him to put a crack in your domineering façade and have you whimpering right at his feet as per usual.
The corners of his lips twitch as a silent challenge to you.
Never one to back down, you use your tongue to trace the vein that runs along the underside of his cock, feeling it pulsate. As you get closer to his prince Albert, you can’t hold back from swirling the wet muscle around the cold metal.
A soft whimper escapes his lips as you pull away, keeping your mouth agape, looking up at him expectantly.
It’s silent for a moment before Eren realises what you’re wordlessly pleading for. “Fucking slut.” He mutters, almost amazed before he gathers more of his saliva to drop into your mouth with a loud khwa pto echoing throughout the quiet apartment.
You close your mouth with a satisfied smile, savouring the taste of sweet, tart cherry and a flavour that is uniquely Eren, letting it mingle with your own saliva before spitting it on to his cock. You use your tongue to spread the wetness all along the shaft, leaving it covered in slick sheen.
“So fuckin’ nasty.” He groans, moving his hand from your head to push his own hair out of his face, not wanting anything to obstruct his view of you right now.
You feel the way his thigh twitches under your palm every time you come even close to his puffy cockhead and your tongue brushes across the sensitive piercing. The idea that you have him like this, desperate and whining, after weeks of him toying with you is exhilarating to say the least.
You have to rein yourself in before you end the fun too soon.
Reluctantly, you pull away and patiently await your next command.
You know what he wants next and so does he but Eren can’t help but feel self-conscious.
Of course, he loves the way you look when you’re going down him. His gallery is filled with pictures of you with your eyes filled to the brim with tears and your lips stretched impossibly wide around his girth. When you’re not around he gets off to the videos him fucking your face, relishing in the way you gag while you try to accommodate him in your throat. He doesn’t think he could ever measure up to how sexy you look with your pupils blown, lips all swollen and your spit dripping down your chin.
But just like you, he’s never been one to back down from a challenge.
Ever so slowly, he opens his mouth and latches on to the blunt top of the popsicle. His plump lips form a perfect O-shaped pout, stained beautiful crimson from the fruit juice. Your gaze is transfixed on his face, the sharp lines and edges tinted with an uncharacteristic blush as his cheeks hollow out, to suck it in deeper.
“So pretty baby.” You breathe out.
He shudders as the cool air fans out across his wet skin.
“Yeah? ‘m pretty?” He smirks, using his free hand to drag his cock across your face, smearing his precum on your lips. “Show me how you treat pretty boys. Please?”
And how could you deny him?
Centimeter by centimeter, you pull him in. Only the first few inches, get to enjoy the warm, slippery cavern of your mouth while the rest of him has to make do with the soft skin of your hand gliding up, down and around.
“Fucking take it inside. Christ.” He groans, frustration evident as he glares down at you.
You simply shake your head a ‘no’, far too content with the taste and the weight of him in your mouth to stop suckling at his cock. If he wants more, he knows what he has to do.
The frozen treat is back between his lips and far too quickly, with not enough thought he pushes it inside as far as it can go until his gag reflex forces him to abort his mission, sputtering out red-coloured saliva.
You pull off of him as you erupt into a fit of giggles.
Eren takes advantage of the fact that you’re unguarded and in a matter of seconds he has you pinned to the floor. The poor popsicle is left in a sad, melting puddle on your couch while his long, sticky fingers circle around both of your wrists, the other hand keeping a harsh grip on your jaw.
Yeah. Not laughing now, are you?
“Was that funny to you princess?” He questions you, almost daring you to hit back.
Knowing when to quit was never one of your strong points.
“Not funny.” You say despite your giddy smile. “My pretty boy just needs more practice.” You snicker.
You’re pushing his buttons on purpose now. At best, you expect some degrading words fitting of your bratty attitude. At worst, you expect the sting of his palm to come down against the side of your face, reminding you of your place.
What you don’t expect is a wry chuckle before he says, “I forgot how bitchy you get when you don’t get stuffed full of cock enough.”
Eren frees your hands in favour of placing both of his on your knees. He spreads apart your legs as wide as they can go, dragging his coarse palms up and up to rest at the apex of your thighs. He flicks up the hem of your shirt to reveal to him the crotch of your panties that's soaked through with your arousal. He pulls them to the side to expose your cunt to him. Eren barely stops himself from tearing the flimsy fabric right off your body and only because he thinks they're pretty and wants to see you wear them again.
He can smell you. But he suppresses the desire to bury his face between your pillowy thighs for as long as you’ll let him. He knows that’s not what either of you really want.
“This needy pussy been missing me?” He coos, keeping his voice sugary sweet and dripping with condescension. He grinds his pierced tip all along your cunt, dipping under your hood to press right against your clit.
You feel it before you realise what’s happening; the burn of his fat head of his cock prodding at your tiny hole, forcing it to stretch around him.
“Jesus fuck- ‘s tight.” He grits out, managing to pop just the tip in.
Tears gather at your waterline as he impales you further and further on his cock, reintroducing your insides to him and his newest body mod. The bulb of the piercing drags deliciously over every bump and ridge that lines your walls. It just keeps going and going until it’s all too much.
Instinctively, your hand flies to Eren’s abdomen, fingers splaying across his tummy. You want to ask him to stop or wait or at the very least prep you. But you’re just so full.
He’s not even all the way in and you’re full of him everywhere. Did it feel like this before?
He doesn't give you a chance to remember.
“Move. Your fucking. Hand.” He grunts before moving it for you and sheathing his cock fully in your spasming cunt.
“Fuck Eren. ‘s big.” Your voice breaks as you utter that last word right one Eren fills you to the hilt. Your arms fly to his biceps, squeezing the muscle so tight that you’re certain it hurts him but he doesn’t complain.
No one would believe that mere minutes ago Eren was the one under your thumb. Not when he’s so quickly managed to turn you into a blubbering mess.
“Where’s that smart mouth now?” He mocks you as if he’s doing any better. In reality he’s keeping himself still, with his pressed against yours trying to regain a semblance of control, not wanting this to end so soon.
Slowly, he starts to rock his hips against you and little by little you open up around him, offering less and less resistance. Hand on the bible, he swears he can feel your gooey pussy sucking him in every time he pulls back, almost like it’s begging him to never leave again. Hand on the bible, he swears that he won’t.
“Huh?” He taunts. “Where’s the bitch who thought she could fuck with me?” He emphasises his point with one sharp snap of his hips that hits the bull’s eye.
“Eren! Right there!” You cry out as you back arches up into him but he forces you to stay down by pressing his palm firmly against your sternum.
“Right there?” He mimics your voice, with a high pitched, nasal tone. You can’t even cringe at how it sounds because the feeling of the rounded metal hitting that squishy patch deep inside you with pinpoint accuracy is too overwhelming for you to think about anything else.
“You want me to fuck you here?” His thrusts start to pick up pace. You’re finally getting used to him again and the slick juices from your pussy let’s him move as fast as he wants, as deep as he wants so you he can use his cock to abuse all of your sweet spots
You can’t exactly speak; only nod, as you dig your nails into his shoulders and back, leaving a trail of crescent shaped indents in your wake. The coil at the base of your belly twists tighter, tighter and tighter still as all your nerve endings work overtime to register the way he fills you up completely, the way the metal rubs along all the right spots and the way Eren rams into you like a man possessed.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Now you’re begging. It’s impossible to stop the fear bubbling in your chest. You’ve become well-acquainted with this feeling. Absolutely drowning in pleasure and right on the edge of an unimaginable peak before having it ripped away. It’s not unreasonable to be worried that Eren might leave you high and dry once again.
He halts his movements the moment he notices the doubt behind your eyes.
Your pleas become more and more frantic, already thinking the worst. “Don’t stop Eren! Please don’t stop.” You sob but go silent when his hand rests itself firmly around your throat.
“Told you.” He punctuates the sentence with one, deep thrust.
“Fuck. What did I say?” He growls as he falls back into the same brutal rhythm that had you teetering on the very brink of an orgasm before.
God above as your witness, you try and answer but all that comes out is a pathetic squeak of his name before he cuts you off completely by squeezing your neck tighter.
“S-said I was gonna fuck you stupid. Right?”
You nod as best you can, head spinning from the lack of air and your orgasm approaching rapidly.
“Now fuckin’ cum for me so I can keep my promise.”
The second his hand meets your clit, you’re a goner. The calloused pad of his thumb rubs the neglected nub with exactly the right pressure to push you over the edge. Every muscle clenches as that tightening coil finally snaps. The intoxicating pleasure that shoots through your body reaches your head at the same time as the pressure on your throat is released, much needed oxygen flooding your brain and prolonging the high.
You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him deep inside you as cream around his cock. It’s pointless to hold off his release any longer and with nowhere else to go he spills his load deep in your pussy. The feeling of his hot cum seeping into your pussy has you twitching around him, trying to milk every last drop from him.
You may have blacked for a second, eyes fluttering open as Eren gently taps your cheek. His handsome face, all flushed and sweaty comes into focus. Both of you are wearing equally dopey grins as he asks you, “Did it feel as good as I said?”
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Learning to Lead
Marcus Moreno x female reader (smut)
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Pairing: Marcus Moreno x female reader (no use of y/n)
Summary: You reluctantly go to a leadership workshop at the request of your boss when you're promoted to a new position at your job. You know it's going to be boring and unnecessary. But you are pleasantly surprised when you meet the leader of the Heroics, Marcus Moreno, who is also as reluctant as you are to be there.
Word Count: 6.5k
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: SMUT, Swearing, unprotected p in v sex, semi public sex, oral (m receiving), I guess a little bit of fluff???
(If there is anything I have missed, please let me know!)
Author's Note: this is my first smut, it came to me in a dream. Marcus Moreno's vest does something to me.
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You heard the distant sound of amicable chatter as you walked through the corridor in this random middle school for the leadership workshop taking place that day. The walls were lined with breezeblocks painted white and they sunnily reflected the morning light streaming in through the skylights, bouncing onto your face. You smiled. You felt good – you had a well-rested night followed by a refreshing morning and despite entirely disagreeing with being signed up to this pointless workshop by your boss, you knew it was going to be a good day.
After a rightly deserved promotion to head of marketing (taking the place of the prick you had been taking orders from for the past two years) the CEO insisted that you take a course to improve your leadership skills. You had assured him that you didn’t need this opportunity seeing as you had literally started up a company right out of college and singlehandedly built it from the ground up with a team of five extra employees. After voicing your disagreements, he had looked down at you with tired eyes saying, “just go, please.”
It felt like you were being underestimated again, just as the previous head of marketing had done before. A lack of hearing – you called it. Nevertheless, you were here.
You imagined it was going to be a painful day of trust exercises and delegation games but the spring in your step and the smile on your face ensured you would be able to pull through. You would get the stupid certificate at the end and go home to a very large glass of wine and as many episodes of shitty tv you would allow yourself to watch. Oh, and snuggles with your cat Milo.
You followed the grouped voices and pushed open the double doors to the assembly hall of the rented-out space in the suburban school. The familiar smell of old institutional dust was instantly recognisable, and you looked up at the high ceilings to see dust particles floating down from the beams, illuminated by the sunrays. It made you feel like a kid again, going to a class you didn’t care about in a large wooden room that needed to be thoroughly vacuumed.
There were about thirty people seated on plastic chairs that had been laid out in a circle in the centre of the room. They talked amongst themselves, introductions and polite questions passing between the shmucks who were similar to you, all waiting for a day of activities that would supposedly teach them how to be a leader.
You walked around the circle to some empty seats furthest away from the door, trying to not look eager enough to warrant being approached. Honestly, the day would go faster if you didn’t get caught up in awkward forced conversations with someone you would never see again. You dragged a chair out, breaking the circle, and sat down – it creaked underneath with its age. You scanned the room for some sort of authority and failed to find it. You must be early and so you whipped out your phone for some mindless scrolling.
A couple of minutes passed and you faintly recalled the door bursting open to welcome another workshop attendee rushing in. You heard scuffling footsteps heading in your direction as you continued to scroll through your phone. You widened your eyes, realising that you had two empty seats next to you and you hoped that it didn’t look too inviting. But a scraping of the chair on your left sounded as it was repositioned by its new occupier, a similar creaking noise signifying that they were settling there, next to you. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the conversation to start.
“I’m not late, am I?” Came a deep whisper from the man to your left.
You locked you phone without thinking and turned your head to peer at him.
He hadn’t looked at you when he spoke – he faced forward, eyes darting around behind solid black framed glasses to the many people sat in the circle around you both. You were instantly enamoured. His face was glowing, especially in the light of the hall and his side profile was literally like it had been carved out of marble. A prominent hooked nose, solid cheekbones, a sharp jawline that was tense as he judged his tardiness. His lips were pursed slightly, his bottom one plump and full and jutting out enough, tempting you to trace its curve. His beard was trimmed to a close shave verging on stubble; darker at his chin and above his top lip with flecks of sliver appearing at his cheeks. You immediately thought about how it would feel if you rubbed your face on his affectionately and maybe as it travelled lower and lower…
And when you failed to reply to him, he turned to you expectantly, his soft brown eyes growing alarmed as he met yours with surprise. You noticed his instant attraction to you, and you must have been mirroring his expression. His eyebrows lifted and the corner of his mouth quirked up making his upper cheek press into the bottom of his glasses frame. Your gaze traced all the lines of his face including the happy wrinkles by the corners of his eyes as he continued to smile at you. And then the recognition hit you suddenly, making your stomach lurch with nerves. He was Marcus Moreno, leader of the heroics.
“Shit! You’re Marcus Moreno!” You huffed out in exclamation. You didn’t realise you had been holding your breath.
He chuckled and nodded with a small reluctance. “Yeah, I am.”
You laughed. “Why the fuck are you at a leadership course?”
He laughed harder at that. “I don’t know, you tell me.”
You beamed at him, shaking your head and not quite believing that an actual superhero was sitting next to you.
You sighed and met his eyes again, getting lost in their warmth. He was losing his smile slowly but in a good way, as if he was only focused on looking at you in that second. His concentration was so distracted that his hands hovered above his knees, frozen in motion, his upper arms tense and bulging under his tight tshirt. You bit your bottom lip.
“You’re not late, by the way.” You blurted out and you both snapped from your trance, his hand coming up to scratch the side of his head and he huffed out a nervous laugh.
“Okay, that’s good.” He said with a forced sigh of relief, pretending to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead.
You actually giggled.
“No but seriously, why are you at a leadership course in a middle school?” you asked again, waving up at the open space of the hall.
“I don’t know,” he said, crossing his big arms over his chest and shaking his head, “the big shots up top say I need to revisit my leadership skills to make a swift re-entry to the ground team.”
You widened your eyes. Your knowledge on Heroics trivia was limited but you did know that he had ceased being a part of any fighting for a while now, remaining behind the scenes. It hadn’t occurred to you that his return to ground work was in the public eye yet.
“Oh, really?”
“Ah shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.” He said and you smiled at him sympathetically.
You took a chance and leaned in to nudge your shoulder against his. “Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.”
He huffed out a sorry laugh and grinned shyly at you. “Thanks. Hopefully no one will find out about me breaking my only instruction – don’t tell anyone why you’re here.”
Were you being crazy or did his eyes just flick down to your lips? It was lightning quick but you thought you had caught it. Otherwise, his eyes were always on yours. A delicate look, drinking you in and a burning flickered somewhere deep behind the initial polite draw – a hint of lust that matched your own. You were captured and you felt goosebumps prickling on your skin, flurrying up in a wave that pinpointed to in between your legs, igniting heat there.
“Uhh- what’s your name?” he asked shakily.
You giggled again and gave him your name, holding out a hand for him to shake.
He lifted his hand up to grip yours eagerly and you grinned at the feeling of his large warm palm in yours, his fingers dwarfing your own. You shook hands and then broke apart, feeling a tingle linger on your fingertips.
You were only a few sentences in and you already wanted him. Knowing that he was still looking, you carelessly dragged your eyes from his and down to his lips, following the curve of his chin and the line of his dusty jaw, further down his neck to ogle at his broad shoulders that were just beckoning you to slide your hands up them.
He definitely noticed – how could he not? His jaw muscles tensed enticingly as he flexed and you saw a slight blush fall across his cheeks.
“Right! Hello everyone!” came a sudden exclamation from the centre of the circle.
Both you and Marcus sharply moved your heads, breaking what was an unfaltering staring exchange and turning towards the rudely timed disruption - the workshop instructor.
The biggest cockblock. And the worst thing about it was that he seemed bored already. A small man with the unliveliest eyes you had ever seen, wearing a toupee just a shade lighter than his own hair on the back of his head and he was spinning around nauseatingly quick to address everyone in the circle. His tweed suit looked a little moth-eaten and his skin had a damp quality to it. His voice barely carried through the hall and it only confirmed how much a waste of time this workshop was going to be.
You stole a glance at Marcus while the instructor droned on and magically, he had done the same thing. You both looked at each other with knowing smiles.
This was going to be an interesting day.
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You were right – it was full of physical activities that were designed for kids at a summer camp. The classic group trust fall to break the ice along with many tasks for delegating roles to other group members for working towards building things.
The most interesting part was the one-on-one activity where one person was blindfolded while the other directed them through an obstacle course made of benches, chairs and plastic cones.
Of course you were with Marcus for that one.
He looked down and the pathetically thin piece of material he held then up at you through his eyebrows. “Who’s going first then?”
You smirked, snatching the material out of his hands. “I’ll go first.”
You took your place at the makeshift starting line and lifted the material around your eyes. The fabric was ripped and threadbare at the edges which made it difficult for you to tie it at the back of your head. Marcus must have noticed you struggling.
“Here, let me help.” He said and you felt his fingertips fumble around yours to gather up the back of the blindfold.
Your breathing faltered at the feeling of him behind you. He wasn’t pressed against you but was close enough that you could feel the hovering heat radiating from his body as he himself struggled to tie the knot behind your head. You felt his fingers fiddle with your hair, moving strands out of the way so that they were tucked in to not get tangled.
“Thanks,” you spoke hoarsely, and you coughed to dislodge the breath stuck in your throat.
He stayed behind you and you felt him lean in closer to your ear.
“Can you see anything?” he whispered.
You had to stop yourself from shuddering.
“Yeah, I can see the whole obstacle course, this is the worst blindfold ever.”
He laughed and it sounded like he threw his head back away from you.
“Close your eyes under the blindfold then,” he said. It was an innocent suggestion, but you felt your body flutter at his words, your back arching with little control.
You closed your eyes.
“Okay everyone!” Shouted the instructor as best as he could, his voice cracking a bit. “Now that you have been blindfolded, your leaders will take you through the obstacle course with only their voice.”
You heard a flurry of commotion from the rest of the group as they began to quickly take to their roles. Frankly, they were getting way too invested in this. The morning so far had been eye roll after eye roll exchanged between you and Marcus at your overly enthusiastic course mates and how serious they were. Instead of following suit, you both had taken to not-so-subtly flirting with each other at every chance you got.
“Are you ready?” Marcus’ voice asked to the right of you.
“Oh yeah, I was born ready.” You replied and you earned another chuckle.
“Okay,” he announced with an authoritative tone took place from his light-hearted one. “Keep walking forward until I say otherwise.”
You did what he said and began taking slow steps forward, giving him plenty of time to direct you.
“I’m realising that I haven’t asked what you do yet.” He asked, his voice cutting through the noise that bounced of the walls of the hall.
“Who, me?”
You could feel him rolling his eyes. “Yes, you.”
“I’m the newly promoted head of marketing at a telecommunications company.” You replied.
“That sounds very fancy.”
“It’s really not,” you said with a tut, “but I deserve the position. I’ve been there for too long to not be promoted and I work way harder than the previous guy.”
“I can imagine you do – hey stop here.”
You stopped.
“Take two steps to the right and then keep walking forward.” He said.
You side stepped cautiously and started walking your slow short paces again.
“My job is way more boring than yours though.” You said in true marvel at his occupation. “I mean, fighting crime, saving the world, leading superheroes, c’mon!”
“Hey, keep your voice down, I don’t want my identity revealed to the rest of the room.”
“What, do you think your Clark Kent glasses are going to help you go unnoticed? People have definitely noticed.”
You heard him sigh and you laughed.
You had seen the stolen glances from everyone throughout the day. The funniest part was the bafflement on people’s faces when they had to collectively catch the leader of the Heroics as he jumped from a very unstable chair.
“Right, you are now done with the obstacle course.” He announced.
“What?” you said, stopping in your place. “But I barely moved anywhere other than forwards.”
“Yeah, I took you round a short cut.”
You pulled off your sorry blindfold and looked behind you to see that you had dodged the course entirely by following Marcus’ instructions. You turned back to look at him in front of you, seeing he wore a bashful smile.
“The guy isn’t looking so I figured he will never know.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.
You gave him a playfully shocked expression and threw the blindfold at his chest. He swept it into his hands and undid the knot you had neglected. He took off his glasses and folded them, tucking them into the front pocket of his jeans and he placed the blindfold over his own eyes, managing to secure it himself.
“Eager much?” You teased. “You’re not at the starting line.”
A smirk played on his lips.
“Maybe I wanted you to lead me there.”
You closed your eyes at that.
Fuckhe was so hot. You eyed him up easily with the blindfold over his eyes. He was waiting expectantly for you to respond; his palms upturned, deliciously showcasing his vast forearms, and making you want to trace the faint gradient where tanned skin changed to pale skin, untouched by the sun. He rested his weight back on one leg and you ran your eyes across his hips, travelling up his waist and further up the angles of his body that dramatically changed to accommodate the new width of his shoulders. His plush lips were parted slightly to let his calm breath pass, surrounded by that handsome stubble that suited him so well.
A wave of courage surged through you along with an idea. You weren’t sure if you could pull it off in the way that it was playing out in your head. If you did, it would certainly be worth the potential embarrassment.
You stepped closer to him and snaked your hand around his bicep. The corner of his mouth lifted in an open-mouthed grin as you led him to the starting line. You put a hand on his chest to stop him and turned him around to face the obstacle course that you were supposed to be navigating him through.
Instead, you move closer in, hovering near his mouth.
“I’m going to go and find a closet,” you whispered lowly, “if you want, you can meet me in a couple of minutes outside in the corridor.”
His face was a picture: mouth falling out of his smile in shock and eyebrows raised.
You made sure to allow your hand to linger on his chest, dragging it as you headed for the door. You entered the corridor and the assembly hall doors swung shut behind you and then you panicked.
What were you doing? Thinking that you could flirt with actual intentions resulting in hooking up in a cupboard – really? You were sweating. That wasn’t you out there, ever so casually placing your hand on Marcus Moreno’s chest. No way. How were you not trembling back there? He wouldn’t come out here and meet you to have sex – you were delusional.
Still, you persevered on the off chance that he would and you frantically opened doors outside, running to them one by one, yanking them open only to be met with classroom after classroom. Not the exact vibe you were going for and at this point, maybe you would have to make your way to the bathroom and take care of yourself. You were tense. A pooling heat gathering in between your legs at the thought of Marcus taking you in a dark closet in a school.
After the fifth door, you found success – a closet with gym equipment neatly tucked into the high, deep shelves that lined the walls. They jutted out and left only a small space for someone to stand to collect the objects needed.
You smoothed down your hair in a feeble attempt to improve your appearance and calm your nerves.
Then you heard the assembly hall door swing shut.
Marcus stood in the corridor breathing heavily and staring you down from about 20 feet away. He loosely clung to the blindfold in his hands which he had ripped from his head, evident from the tufts of hair sticking up at the sides. He looked like he had just run a mile to get there, breaths ragged, shoulders moving up and down with each expansion and compression of his chest. You were both caught in that unwavering trance again but this time, with a heavy lust apparent. He was so far away but you felt like his eyes were mere inches from yours.
“Is that a closet?” he said with a voice like gravel, lifting a pointed finger to gesture towards the open door you held.
You nodded.
He moved quickly, taking long strides towards you and closing the gap in seconds. He brought a hand up to grip the back of your neck and did not hesitate to catch his mouth on yours, leading you backwards into the closet and slamming the door shut without looking.
The automatic sensor clicked on the dim light and you watched his face in surprise as he kissed you. Eyes closed, his brow furrowed in undivided concentration, strong nose pressing next to yours and lips gliding in a wet hot passion. Your eyes fluttered shut.
Your hand scrambled for his jawline, revelling at the satisfying feel of scratching hair under your fingertips and the other falling to his ribs, taking a fistful of his shirt and yanking his body into yours, aching to feel him closer.
He groaned into your mouth and walked you further back until your body was pushed against sharp shelves, his expansive chest pressing against yours. You felt your body beg to be smothered by him and you were grasping at his back now in a desperation that escaped your throat in a deep whine.
He hesitantly broke the kiss and snaked his other hand down to lightly press on the small of your back.
“Are we – are we really?” He stammered.
“Yes, if you want to.” You replied, pushing your nose into his cheek and his pants splayed across your face.
He shook his head in bafflement.
“I’ve never done this before, like this.”
You laughed and pulled back to look at his shining eyes. “Yeah, me neither.”
That seemed to ultimately confirm it for him. His eyes gaze dropped down to your lips and back to eyes again in a silent longing of continuation.
You moved to grab the back of his head and pulled him in again, securing your mouth on his.
It was perfect – the way you moved together. Lips accommodating each other’s desires to take turns in applying pressure, then taking the pressure and in unison, your tongues met in the middle to explore and taste one another.
His hands moved from one section of your body to the next to grab and pull flesh, feeling everywhere. He dragged his hand through your hair, tugging at it, causing moans to escape from your lips; he caressed your upper arms, shoulders and the curve of your back; he slid around your hips, his strong hold pulling your closer and closer; he snaked down to your ass, squeezing and prising your cheeks apart over your jeans.
It was heavenly. After watching his movements in the hall throughout the silly activities, you were losing control over the desires you’d felt that were now playing out.
Marcus was taken by surprise as you quickly span him around and pushed him up against the shelves to take your place. An oof escaped his lips as his back made contact with the wood.
Your fingernails grazed against his collarbones for a second and he watched you with deep breaths, a dark shadow cast over his eyes from the overhead dingy light. Then you started to sink down, achingly slow, hands dragging down his firm torso.
Somehow his breath sped up even more and a look of desperation tugged his eyebrows up. He shakily brought a palm up to your cheek.
“You don’t have to.” He said softly.
You hummed. “I want to.”
His eyes rolled into the back of his head.
You dropped to your knees and worked on unbuttoning his pants, all with his hand fixed tenderly on your cheek.
You pulled them down, along with his boxers and his very erect dick sprung out from its confinement. Wasting no time, you gripped him at his base, pulling on the foreskin cautiously to reveal him entirely and you began to wet his head with your tongue to avoid any discomfort of dry contact.
With the tip of your tongue teasing his japsie, you peered up at him through your eyelashes. He was a sight to see.
Jaw hung slack, shoulders pulled inwards and tense, his groin pushing out towards you eagerly and his eyes dark with gratitude. He couldn’t believe it and frankly you couldn’t either. It was not how you expected this day to go: on your knees in a closet with a superhero’s dick on your tongue as you slowly pumped him, loving the salty taste that exuded from his tip in distinct excitement. He looked so good like this with his dick barely past your lips. Any sort of composure that he had before outside in the hall was gone and he was unravelling by the second.
Soft, barely discernible moans sounded from him above you as he waited patiently for the full motion to come and you smiled playfully into him. You were being a tease at this point and taking your damn time, lapping your tongue around him.
He moved his hand from your cheek and stroked it up to your forehead to gather the hair that had clumped there. He brushed it away before moving back down to hold your cheek again but this time, his thumb softly caressed your jaw causing your heart to flutter.
In quick succession, you opened your mouth wide, pushed down your tongue and took him as far as you could, beginning to suck him in and out of your mouth.
A deep gasp sounded from him at the sudden motion and then followed a moan.
“Oh shit – Oh fuck,” he whispered, pinching your jaw between his thumb and forefinger.
You moved slowly at first, still gathering up as much saliva as you could to make for him to slip in and out with ease when you eventually would pick up the pace.
You snaked a hand up to his ass and squeezed lightly, making him groan a bit. You made sure that your hold was solid back there so that you could push yourself onto him with more conviction.
“You’re so beautiful – oh my god – fuck.”
You moaned on his cock and decided to blow him quicker.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that he gripped the nearest shelf, knuckles bearing white.
Feeling him in the back of your mouth was doing things to you. Your clit burned and your chest heaved. You were growing hot with want and need and a small pride that he was letting you do this to him. You loved tasting his skin.
The automatic sensor clicked off and the small room was plunged into darkness, stripping you of your sight of his cock coming in and out of your mouth and his sight of you taking him. There was something about being in the pitch black that made you even hornier from the added mystery – you and a stranger doing unspeakable things in here with gym equipment all around you all while you were expected to be somewhere else. It was forbidden and you felt naughty.
That was when you decided to remove your hand from the base of his cock and awkwardly prise open your own pants to snake your hand into your underwear. You needed to relieve your pent-up tension. Marcus was coming undone at the command of your mouth and that had made you wet, no doubt. So, you twirled your finger around your clit as best as you could in the tight space of your jeans, listening to the noise of his moans in the dark.
“I want to see you,” he said suddenly with a wavering voice and you felt his hand leave your cheek to wave at the sensor.
The light clicked on and you found his gaze from below him, still working him with your mouth at a maintained, steady speed and he looked even more incredulous at the sight of you touching yourself on your knees, visibly turned on by his dick down your throat.
He let out an elongated groan.
“I’m gonna cum if you keep this up.” He stated through gritted teeth.
You slowed down to savour him before letting him slip out delicately and he shuddered at the loss of contact. You remained on your knees, slowly pumping his wet cock with a mischievous smile, having that staring contest with him that you both seemed to love so much.
You spoke at the same time.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“Can I please fuck you?”
You both chuckled.
Nodding, you stood up and he frantically pulled you in for an open-mouthed kiss His hand found the back of your neck again before he pulled away from you.
“Do you have a condom?” he asked shyly.
You laughed again. “No, I do not have a condom – It’s not like I planned for this!”
You reached up to run your fingers down the side of his face and hold his chin.
“I’m on the pill though and I don’t mind.”
He looked at you worryingly, brown eyes seeming to shimmer under the poor light.
“Are you okay with that?” He asked.
You nodded eagerly and his look of worry slowly morphed into lust once more. The grip on the back of your neck tightened and he studied your face. He focused in on all your features one by one, eyes shifting around to take you in, as if he was memorising this moment and you. He was so concentrated on your face that his next words came out as if the meaning wasn’t as significant as it should have been.
“There’s not much room in here, I think I’m going to have to take you from behind.”
Your heart jumped.
“Say that again.” You asked quietly.
You noticed the recollection flash across his eyes and a sense of awareness at what he had said took over his mouth, making him smirk.
“I think I’m going to have to take you from behind.” He repeated.
“Please.”
In an instant, he spun you round, pushing your front up against the tall shelves and pressing down on your lower back to tilt your upper body away from him. You felt his hands lower to your pants and pull them down over your ass easily from them already being undone, pushing them midway down your thighs.
And then he stopped.
“Holy shit.” He breathed.
Your eyes widened as you remembered your thought process this morning. You being in a good mood meant feeling sexy (as you rightly should), equalling the justification to wear your best thong. You hadn’t thought much of it this morning. After all, it was a decision made for you with no one else in mind. You tried to picture his face as you stared off into the distance at some hockey sticks in front of you. His eyes ogling in shock at your ass dressed very nicely for him. Mouth hung open like when you proposed you shack up in a closet before, when you were in the hall. Not knowing what he should do with his hands.
He wasn’t touching you – he was probably mesmerised at the sight of you bent over the shelf with a lacy string of fabric tucked between your cheeks and not concealing much.
“I promise I did not plan on anything like this happening today,” you whispered sultrily from your little space in the shelves.
“I – I – no this is good.” He spluttered out from behind you. “Fuck, you are so sexy.”
You bit your lip and slowly wiggled your ass, wanting to entice him in.
“Marcus, please touch me,” you groaned with impatience.
He snapped back to his body and took large unforgiving handfuls of your ass, palming it without the disruption of your jeans. You moved into his touch, your cunt prickling hot at the contact that you so desperately wanted somewhere else.
“Say my name again.” He said as you felt him push your thong to one side, a slight brush of his fingers skimming across your entrance as he did.
You moaned. “Marcus.”
As you did, you felt him push his dick against your entrance in a slow but assured movement, almost like a reward for obliging him. You clenched your fists, bracing for it.
When he filled you, he gently pulled out to his head and pushed in again, setting a leisurely pace to savour being inside you. His dick was thick and you groaned as the adjustment period finally settled into a pleasure that formed in your lower stomach, tingling every time he bottomed out.
His hands found his way to your hips, grasping onto you as he rocked back and forth, fingertips pressing into your hipbones.
“Thank you,” he gurgled out hopelessly.
You let out an airy chuckle. “For what?”
“I would’ve had the most boring day without you,” he said, continuing to rock his cock into you. He moved his hands from your hips to tentatively rub them up and down your back under your tshirt, sometimes let them run further back over the curve of your ass before dragging them back up again.
“It would have been boring without you too.”
“I wanted you from the moment I saw you.” He said and he pushed into you at the same time.
You moaned, pressing your forehead into the shelf below you and arching your back further, attempting to rock back into him to match his thrusts.
“You’re so fucking hot.” You breathed.
The compliment spurred him on – he picked up the pace, finding a quicker rhythm. You scrunched up your face in the agonising amount of pleasure you were experiencing. The forbidden closet, the taste of him still on your tongue, his words of endearment echoing in your ears, the sound of your wet pussy parting to make way for his size every time he pushed into you, his rough caresses up and down your back which were working to coax the new guttural moans out of you. It was overwhelmingly good. The heat of pleasure surged down your legs and bubbled in your stomach. Your walls throbbed.
He moved one of his hands to your shoulder and gripped at it tightly, dragging the other around your hip, over your belly and down. He prised your legs open whilst thrusting into you and his fingers pushed onto your clit, beginning to circle round slowly.
Your breath hitched.
“To the left a little,” you whined against the wood of the shelf.
He did as you told him and shifted his movements over to the left, fingering the place where you so desperately needed to be touched.
Marcus groaned at your body’s response when he found it successfully – your legs were shaking and more frantic noises escaped your throat that you were struggling to contain.
He started to curl upwards slightly at the end of his thrusts, digging deeper into you and you felt you mind falter.
“Right there – oh fuck.” You spluttered out.
He obeyed and seemed to pin-point that exact spot every time he delved inside of you.
His whole body must have been curved inwards because he leaned forward, wrapping his arm around your waist to grip onto your ribs and you felt his lips on your back. Light peppered pecks turned into wet kisses with licks and then to nibbles with harsh determined sucks on your skin as he drilled into you.
Your felt your orgasm creeping up on you. Everywhere was being stimulated with a precision that welcomely shocked you for a first-time encounter. Your brain was rid of thoughts and your body was numb with pleasure.
Marcus must have felt you growing limp out of a loss of control and he just had to open his mouth.
“I can’t believe you. You – beautiful, hilarious, teasing – you asking me to fuck you in a closet. Oh fuck, you make me want to cum so bad…”
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
“…sinking to your knees and sucking my cock. So fucking nice of you. You looked so pretty doing it…”
You trembled at his words. His fingers moving faster against your clit.
“…letting me take you in here. You’re so wet. All for me? Best day ever. Who needs to learn how to lead…”
You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet he sounded.
“…fuck, fuck, fuck you feel so good wrapped around me. Cum for me. Please cum for me and I’ll cum for you…”
You did as he asked.
You clamped down around him, spasming with an orgasm so intense as he continued to fuck you. His hips slapped into your ass quickly and you whimpered, trying to keep as quiet as possible. He removed his fingers from your clit and gripped onto both of your hips, pounding into you harder than before to fuck you through it. The pleasure was blinding and shattering and perfect.
Marcus’ dick hit that spot again and again as you convulsed underneath him and you happily ached. You were sure your underwear was thoroughly sodden.
He slowed to a less frenzied pace but continued to pulse in and out of you as you slowly came down from your peak. He was savouring you once more, deep movements burrowing inside of you, holding you through the shakes that racked your body.
“Do you want me to –”
“In my mouth,” you said hastily, barely able to get out the words from straining yourself so much to keep quiet.
He groaned at the thought, “Oh fuck I’m gonna –”
He ripped out of you and you fell to you knees like before, opening your mouth and grasping at his thighs, fingers digging into the skin slick with sweat.
You looked at him from your position – his brows were arched in pleasure, eyes piercing into yours through heavy lids, mouth pressed into a firm line of focus and he swiftly jacked himself off in front of your face.
You put your hands on his tightly clamped fists and squeezed, asking to take over, replacing his grip when he moved them – one below your chin and one on the back of your head.
You shoved your mouth on him just in time, his cum spurting down your throat in an unrelenting salty finish and his knees went a bit slack as he sputtered.
You felt his palm press flat where your chin met the top of your throat and you realised it was there to feel his cock inside your mouth. You groaned on him.
You carefully let Marcus slip from your lips and he hissed at the new sensitivity.
You rose from your knees and pulled your pants up, meeting his eyes again.
He looked at you in a loud admiration, his eyes shining and a dimple appearing on one side. It was a look of potential, something that said to you I can’t wait to do this again. And you couldn’t wait either.
You both panted, staring into each other’s eyes, his with so much affection you thought you might burst. This wasn’t like any one night stand or casual sex you’d ever had. No – this was the start of something.
“Now for the new challenge of figuring out how to get back to that workshop without looking like we fucked in a closet.” You said and he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
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