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Aluminium 6082 Chequered Plates: Strength, Versatility, and Applications
Aluminium 6082 chequered plates, also known as tread plates or diamond plates, are renowned for their strength, lightweight nature, and corrosion resistance. This blog explores the properties, applications, and benefits of Aluminium 6082 chequered plates, emphasizing their importance in construction, transportation, and manufacturing sectors.
Properties of Aluminium 6082 Chequered Plates
Aluminium 6082 chequered plates offer several key properties that make them suitable for diverse applications:
High Strength: Provides excellent structural integrity and load-bearing capacity, ideal for heavy-duty applications.
Lightweight: Aluminium's low density makes 6082 chequered plates easy to handle and install, reducing overall structural weight.
Corrosion Resistance: Resistant to corrosion and weathering, ensuring durability in outdoor and marine environments.
Skid-Resistance: Patterned surface design enhances grip and reduces slipping, making them ideal for flooring and stair treads.
Machinability: Easy to fabricate and machine, allowing for precise cutting and shaping in manufacturing processes.
Recyclability: Fully recyclable without loss of properties, supporting sustainability efforts in construction and manufacturing.
Applications of Aluminium 6082 Chequered Plates
Aluminium 6082 chequered plates find extensive use across various industries and applications:
Transportation: Used in truck beds, trailers, and marine vessels for their durability and skid-resistant properties.
Construction: Ideal for flooring, stair treads, and walkways in commercial buildings, industrial facilities, and outdoor structures.
Manufacturing: Utilized as protective and decorative elements in machinery, equipment, and architectural applications.
Decorative Purposes: Applied in interior design and architectural projects for their aesthetic appeal and functional benefits.
Safety Applications: Employed in industrial settings and public spaces to enhance safety by reducing the risk of slips and falls.
Benefits of Aluminium 6082 Chequered Plates
Aluminium 6082 chequered plates offer several advantages, making them a preferred choice in various applications:
Enhanced Safety: Provides a secure, non-slip surface, improving safety in high-traffic areas and industrial environments.
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Versatility: Available in different patterns, thicknesses, and sizes to suit specific application requirements.
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Environmental Sustainability: Fully recyclable and energy-efficient during production, supporting green building initiatives.
Conclusion
Aluminium 6082 chequered plates are essential in industries where safety, durability, and aesthetics are paramount. Their unique patterned surface and robust properties make them versatile for various applications in transportation, construction, manufacturing, and decorative uses. Understanding the properties and benefits of Aluminium 6082 chequered plates underscores their significance in enhancing safety, efficiency, and sustainability across diverse sectors.
#Aluminium 6082 Chequered Plates#Tread Plates#Diamond Plates#Skid-Resistance#Construction Applications#Transportation Industry
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Hand painted, black grafiti styling on the sides, pink rims, it just gets better, wish I had another photo of it
Yes, that is tread plate as the spoiler :D
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This is why i shouldn't be allowed to write at 4 in the morning what was this metaphor
#THE THING IS THAT IT WORKS#spiders often get cannibalised after mating#but not all the time#he can still tread carefully so he doesn't end up on a plate. He's not a fly on the web. He's another spider on a web of two#He's still fucked though. but at least he has the allusion of safety. somewhat#the heam writes#The question is why was i thinking of spider metaphors at 4 in the mornin
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i still am goin to work but i have successfully distracted myself with kpop
#also i am seein the most florida thing ever#which is a florida ‘dont tread on me’ license plate LMAO#i didn’t even know we did those
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you would think that growing up with my dad in the military would mean im used to being on military property or being around it all but i actually didn't really ever go to base after i was like 9yrs old. im trying to get my military id rn and GOD this shit is stressful i wish my parents had decided to take my sibling and i to get these when i was like 15 or something so i could just make my dad handle all of this. being on base with no actual active duty person there with you??? stressful as FUCK.
#what is it with military and loud ass obnoxious cars#like 3 have been in the line outside the day pass office and I've been here for less than 10 minutes#also saw a mini accident on my way over here#2 cars and 3 ppl 2 of them were in uniform#one of the cars was a Classic™️ military car (fucking dodge charger) and it had a don't tread on me plate....MF YOU'RE THE BOOT!!!
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Y’know, for someone who developed such extreme thalassophobia as a child that she refused to go into the sea unless her mom held her the entire time, screamed at the sight of seaweed and refused to watch Finding Nemo with her sister and cousin, it sure is ironic that out of all mythical creatures it was MERMAIDS I made a Kuviren AU for
#okay I hated the sea but I was chill with mermaids. more or less#like H2o was my favourite show for a good while so#I think it’s because I knew they filmed it in a pool so it didn’t trigger me#I’m okay with pools. there are no seaweed or sea creatures in pools#I more or less recovered from the phobia around the age of 11#and would go swimming every day during the summer with my friend#but the place we swam at had a big stone plate at the entrance so it was shallow#then a drop off. not too big but deep enough people would go scuba diving there#but if you swam across it towards the wave cutters it got shallow again#the drop off scared the shit out of me but other than that I was fine#except that I feared stepping on a sea urchin so much that I would never climb onto a rock first#and would never go with my friends to catch crabs#(they let them go afterwards it was just to look)#I was dragged along one time and yelled so much it was insane#when I was obsessed with H2o I really wanted to become a mermaid#but then the realisation that I’m deathly afraid of seas and oceans hit and I was like#can I be a pool mermaid#since I’m visiting mom we go to the beach when the weather is good. a different one than the one I described before though#and swimming over rocks or clumps of sea weed still get to me#also than one time mom and I were chilling. treading water. couldn’t stand but the floor looked close#and then mom. height 173. dive in a little to try and reach it and couldn’t#the depth was more than 2 metres#the water was clear and I could see it was sand and nothing more but the realisation just how far I was from standing…#let’s just say it kept me on edge#but yes anyway my au#I am a walking contradiction aren’t I#though this October I’m thinking of creating a different monster au#og thought was vampires bc of Suiren’s fixation on Kuvira’s neck. but that would seem too repetitive#so then a new idea. what if Midori got to be the more monstrous one. for a treat#werewolves seem cliche but I’m kinda digging it. cerise hood and ramona badwolf say hi
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What are Popular Uses of Stucco Embossed Aluminum Plates for Sale
The high hardness and strong corrosion resistance of the stucco embossed aluminium make it have excellent performance in humid environment. In recent years, it has become the first choice material for making refrigerator freezer liner. The choice of aluminum plate as the material of the refrigerator liner can reduce the cost as much as possible under the premise of ensuring its good thermal…
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Fiberglass Tread Plates
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Omg are you into sentinel x reader? I've been imagining a scenario where reader is one of the cogless bot he decided to kept as a 'trophy wife' (but more like a pet) to boost up public opinion
spoilers!!! (Not direct spoilers, but just tread safely in case.)
Pookie I am into anything involving sentinel, (my favorite being sentinel x my fist and back shots) ANYWAYS THAT IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA have you seen the size difference between normal bots and the miners?????? Its so delicious. Jazz was half of orion's size and he's so small djddjdjjedkekejf can imagine miner reader on sentinel's lap herhgehehehheheh and he's holding their dainty waist.
He definitely doesn't see them as an equal but I think he does kind of see them a little bit higher on the list since theyre his pet, of course. Sentinel would be astounded at how they polish their plating, being ignorant and all.
"You don't wax?"
"No."
"Right, so not even a little?"
".... No?"
"Unbelievable."
Yeah, he's um a little out of touch. So, he takes it upon himself to 'take care of them' and 'fix them' in other words, haha lol I control what you do so it's best you shut up or I'll send you back to the mines. Or, possibly killed becuase have you seen the size of this guy????
He could just grab you by the neck and boom, broken like a twig.
He's enamored by the idea that he's good husband material and would flaunt you at interviews with ridiculous, made up stories about the two of you. About how he loves coming home and seeing his conjux, 'crying' about not seeing them often because he's got 'prime duties' as he puts it. Airachnid palys as his witness by staring off into space becuase it's all bullshit.
I would imagine he'd still allow them to work so that the miners get the idea that even the Prime's conjux is working at the mines!!! So why shouldn't they?
But the moment you come back he's snatching you up and throwing you into that bathtub like Pokemon go.
You're not an idiot. You know what he's doing and playing along is better than rotting in the mines. And, besides you always knew there was something off with the prime. Cue, reader having mini subplot of unfolding his intentions!!!
This kind of scenario goes two ways, it's either sentinel picked up miner reader and put on his facade for as long as possible, being too nice but also passive aggressive and showing his streaks of aggression and ego, or he could just pick them up, already showing his true self, although I would imagine he wouldn't really yk show show his true entire intentions
Itd be funny if he fell, heads over heels first. Not because he likes you or anything, but becuase he's lonely? I mean being a prime is a lonely job and eventually he believes the facade he puts on and has some kind of crises around it which kind of makes him a little more dangerous. Becuase now you're the biggest fattest weakness to his ego and he doesn't like vulnerabilities.
He might just kill you. Its not like you can run, right?
#i had to not ramble becuase my wifi is unstabme and smh im afraid i mihjt start over LMAO#sentinel prime#sentinel prime x reader#tfone#transformers#maccadam#ikkoasks#transformers x reader#transformers one#tf1#sentinel x reader
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recharge, suguru geto
a/n: based off a request from a friend. hope you like this bae <3. (not proofread!) content: suguru x reader. suguru’s clingy. fluff. wc: 1.1k
𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚。𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚。𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚。𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚。𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. suguru comes home late at night. stress evident on his face as you try to greet him like you usually do but he’s dismissive. not even a proper peck and he’s pulling away from you and going straight to the bedroom.
it hurts him more than it hurts you when he behaves like this. he wishes he could talk to you but he’d just end up breaking down and he’s tired of having you see him like this. he should be strong for you, shouldn’t he? you’re not in this relationship to take care of him constantly and get nothing in return. so he pushes you away.
he hopes you understand why he’s being so distant. and you guess he wants his space so you give it to him. but you also can’t just leave him alone so you tread carefully. you know he think he’s being selfish but you don’t mind it. he doesn’t realize it but he’s been there for you countless times taking care of you and being patient with you when all you want to do was rot in your apartment. so you try to do the same.
you give him his space. let him sleep alone in your shared bedroom. he lays in bed waiting for you to join him but he doesn’t know how to ask for it after he was so dismissive with you earlier. he huffs annoyed at himself and falls asleep yearning for your warmth.
the sun shining brightly through the opened curtains wake him up. absentmindedly he reaches out to hide his face in your neck but you’re not there. your side of the bed untouched and cold. eyebrows furrowed he walks out of the bedroom but you’re nowhere to be found. a throw blanket laid across the couch confirming his suspicions that you let him sleep alone. i mean he kinda asked for it, didn’t he? shit. did he really hurt you?
just as he’s about to grab his phone to call you he hears the jingle of keys unlocking the door. a shiver of relief runs over his body and he lays back in bed before you can see him. you set the groceries on the countertop and go into your bedroom to check if suguru’s woken up yet.
“suguru,” you softly call out his name. his heart clenches. he wishes you’d come over and touch him so he could use his sleepy state as an excuse to pull you closer. “hmm,” he groans. and when you finally lean down and lightly brush his bangs off his face he nuzzles his cheek into your palms.
you soft callouses kissing his cheeks. your fingers rub over his skin softly. and he’s so happy to feel your touch. “wake up, sleepyhead. let’s eat something.” you whisper planting a kiss near his ear.
you feel his arms around as you flip dora cakes. “feeling better?” you ask him. instead of replying he just nuzzles his nose into your neck causing you to slip out a sweet giggle. he covers the skin of your shoulder in kisses. his hands slip under your tank, scratching lightly at your abdomen.
he stays attached to your back as you try to move around the kitchen to plate your breakfast. you wonder what changed overnight to have him this clingy but frankly you don’t mind it. it’s better than him shutting you out.
“suguru,” you huff playfully but he doesn’t let go. he clicks his tongue in disagreement when you separate your food in two plates. “what?” you turn your head slightly to look at him. “same plate.” his voice muffled as he speaks into your neck. “okay,” you smile.
you’re so beautiful he thinks. his heart skips a beat at the way your smile enhances your features even more. he never wants to make you sad.
you cut up a piece and bring it up to his mouth, tease him with the food every time he opens his mouth. he grabs your hand to keep it still and takes a bite. you both take turns feeding each other sometimes letting out breathy laughs but mostly silently gazing in to each other’s eyes filled with love.
he spends the day crowding your space. his head in your lap as you answer emails on your laptop. he turns in your lap so he can face your stomach. his finger moves under your top pulling it higher and he pokes into your bellybutton and giggles when you let out yelp. he places a few kisses on the expanse of your exposed skin. from the left side of your hips to the right covered in his love. he even follows you the bathroom and waits outside until you’re done.
he grabs your face as soon as your out and places a desperate kiss on your lips. you kiss him back with the same fervor. you’re both walking back until he falls onto the bed pulling you with him and you break apart with a laugh. your head tipped back and laughing has him laughing as well. he moves in closer as you both quiet down.
“i’m sorry for last night,” he starts. “suguru, it’s o-“ you’re about to say until he places a finger onto your lips to stop you from talking. “no baby. it’s not okay. you should call me out if i’m being an asshole, okay? please baby. i wanna be better for you.” he tells you. and you just smile against his lips “okay, sugi. next time you don’t kiss me when you come in thru the door you’re getting a smack on your ass.” you joke. “i’m serious darling,” he says. “and don’t ever leave me alone in bed. and don’t sleep out on the couch if it’s not with me.”
“yes sir,” you tease making him smile. having had enough of your teasing he grabs your hands in one of his and pins them above your head. he comes in close and you ready yourself for a kiss until you feel his other hand tickling your sides and your burst out of laughing.
you manage to free your hands from his grasp and try to stop him “okay stop okay okay,” you say between laughs. he places kisses under your ear and over you jaw and neck as as you calm down from your laughing fit
“i love you. thank you for keeping up with me,” he tells you seriously. “i love you too, suguru.” you respond with a smile. and a beat later you whisper, “the sex makes it worth it,” eliciting a loud laugh from him.
𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚。𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚。𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚。𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚。𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆.
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New Homes | Platonic Yandere Tweels x Child Reader
“From today on (Y/n), you’ll be hanging out with the Leech family so please…be on your best behavior.”
Your father was always a little timid. Always speaking with a little quake in his voice. His eyes were always wide darting around. His softer hands like to shake as well. Always wavering even when he held you tight.
Your father is timid. which is why he warns you when he leaves you with the Leech family. Babysitters always make him nervous. It must be because there are two this time—two babysitters with lopsided haircuts and smiles filled with sharp daggers for teeth.
“Hello little (Y/n), we’ll be sure to take good care of you.”
“Oi (Y/n), you a swimmer?”
The twins were nice…for teenagers. Other teenagers you knew would sooner shove your head underwater than help you tread it. Other teenagers also didn’t jump at the chance to fight people but that was other teenagers. Not the Leech twins.
“(Y/n), I told you not to look at Floyd when he’s doing that.”
“But that guy is still holding onto our ice cream.”
“We’ll have some at home. Don’t point at him it’s rude.”
Jade is the twin with his bang on the left side of his face. He’s proper and polite, always doing his best to keep you on schedule. Helping you with your homework when he notices you’re struggling or reading to you when it's time to sleep.
“Let me blow your nose.”
“Mmm okay.”
“Good job. Are you ready to go over the edible mushrooms again?”
“Mm okay.”
Floyd is the twin with a yellow left eye and a pitchy voice. He’s loud and silly, always doing fun things that make the day exciting like running in the halls of the manor or playing tickle-monsters when you’ve been working too long.
“I just have to finish these sheets and then I can play!”
“Boooriing! Let’s just play now!”
“B-but Jade said–”
“Jade can make you catch up later! Let’s get our water guns!”
“Yay!”
They were always so much fun to be around, even work wasn’t so bad with them around. They made a place for you in their giant home. Giving you a room as big as your living room back home, which you slowly filled with the larger souvenirs from your days together.
Speaking of home, it was becoming harder to recall. Trying to remember when you thought of your home if the bathroom was to the left of your room or your father’s. It was an odd feeling that sat at the back of your mind when you looked at the glow-in-the-dark ceiling art. Consciousness fading in and out it didn’t stop your brain from planting the seed of curiosity.
“Why…am I at their house so much?”
Usually, the answer would have been simple. Your father worked late so you had babysitters. But you didn’t go to their house usually. They also didn’t feed or play with you as long as they did but that was beside the point.
“(Y/n), you’re playing with your food.”
“Oh sorry Missus Leech.”
You made quick work of the beans on your plate, enthusiastically scarfing down what you could. It didn’t feel right to disappoint Missus Leech, while she never once yelled; there was just this feeling about her. One that called for respect.
“Take your time, (Y/n). I was only worried you’d drift off to sea.”
Looking up at her, tilted your head in confusion.
She let out a giggle. The adult kind that made you feel embarrassed. Looking at Jade, he had an amused smile too, “She means your mind, (Y/n).”
“Oh, I guess a little.”
“What’ya thinkin’ about elver?”
Floyd spoke between bites of food, reminding you to do the same.
“I just think I miss my home a little bit.”
Taking another hefty bite you missed the disdain on someone’s face. A purposeful cough brought your attention up to the patriarch at the head of the table.
“How are those new shoes we bought together?”
Lighting up at the memory of your new shoes, you barely finished chewing.
“So cool! Everyone at school thought they were nice too! And I got so many compliments.”
The older man laughed, nodding his head. “Good. Good. Maybe we should go shopping again soon.”
“Okay!”
Dinner went on like usual with dessert ending your time at the dinner table. Letting Jade and Floyd lead you to your bathroom to begin your nightly routine. You fought off the urge to yawn while Jade helped you brush your teeth, failing when he told you to spit.
“It’s always nice when Mama and Papa come back from trips.”
Floyd spoke with his back lying on the giant bed, filled with stuffed animals and pillows. He was tossing your clowned fish stuffy in the air catching it with ease.
Jade still smiling continued buttoning up your pajamas, “Yes, it seems like the trip went well.”
He looked at you, reminding you to follow him to your bed. “What about you (Y/n)? Did you miss them?”
Your eyelids were feeling heavy. You rubbed them to try to wipe the feeling away.
“Uh yeah.”
Helping Jade shuffle your stuffies around to make a place for you a knock at the door was heard. Floyd must have opened it because by the time you turned Missus Leech was there.
“Mama!”
Rubbing at Floyd’s head she waved to you and Jade.
“Hi there! I was wondering if I could join you for bedtime?”
You couldn’t tell if The question was for you but if it was Jade answered anyway.
“Of course, Mother. We were just about to read their bedtime story.”
Tucked in next to Missus Leech you let yourself lean against her as she flipped through the pages of the book. Letting her words soothe your mind with the familiar words. Jade and Floyd were close by too making you comfy enough to go to sleep.
When the story was done, everyone gave you goodnight kisses before heading for the door. With the last of your energy, you remembered something important.
“Floyd, are you picking me up tomorrow or Daddy?”
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The teenager was squeezing the fleshy cylinder shape with an intensity strong enough to bend metal. The crunching and squelching of a man’s neck barely brought comfort to Jade as he continued to squeeze his hands.
“There there Jade, these things take time. It was optimistic that they’d forget by now.”
Unfortunately, the words of his father didn’t calm him down. He headed over to his next target, this time allowing them to throw a punch. Dodging the punch he cradled their hand, maneuvering his arm around until it snapped in the opposite direction. The screaming that followed would have curdled blood for most but it was a lesser result to Jade. Who ended it quickly with a firm kick sent backward and into the skull. The crunch that followed and the abrupt cut to the scream allowed the Leech twin to breathe.
“I knew they wouldn’t forget. Despite all the work we’ve done. But they still expect him to come.”
His father stepped forward, avoiding the bodies to place a comforting hand on Jade’s shoulder.
“Perhaps he still does…to them.”
Jade’s eyes widened, the implication bringing a stark realization. He turned to his father, his yellow gaze answering the unspoken question.
To think that with all the work he was saddled with, the sniper still hadn’t abandoned his child. The likelihood was slim but possible. There were quite a few blind spots when it came to the school. Jade had previously ignored them because of the promised security of their contract with the one who wanted him dead. But it seems that wasn’t all they needed to worry about.
“Do you think he plans to take them again?”
“I’d hope not,” entering the warehouse was Fiona Leech having traded out her evening dress for a jumpsuit and shoving a receiver of a baby monitor in her pocket, “our little elver is just about to be settled. It’d be cruel to try moving them again..”
“I don’t think he cares at this point,” Jasper Leech suggested. Pulling out a revolver, he casually aimed and shot the two people tied in the back of the warehouse. He continued, “I hear he’s been getting sloppy with the jobs that one has so graciously allowed him to fix.”
Jade balanced himself wiping his shoe clean with a rag, chiming in himself.
“Now he’s trying to go back on his word. Absolute scum.”
“I’d hate for us to pull them out of school, more change is not what that kid needs.”
“I wouldn’t mind limiting my club activities to partake in homeschooling.”
His mother held his face patting his head fondly as she cooed,” You’re a good boy Jade but you have your new job and all those plans I wouldn’t want you to give that up.”
Jasper sighed, scratching the well-groomed stache on his face. “Guess that means we’re ending our contracts early.”
“Seems so…..Now Jade go on get to bed you have school in the morning.”
“Yes, Mama.”
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The shade was nice on sunny days. The coolness that came with the blackened space near the fence was like heaven. The spot was farther away from the plastic playground and the other children running all throughout. Minutes ago, you were just like them running wildly at a more loose game of sharks and minnows.
Past the wood-chipped ground was the back of the school building where the teachers were chatting. Disappearing between the rectangular windows, their attention was on something inside. Distracted enough not to scold you for stepping away from the others. The triumph of your expert timing was the true prize. Relishing in the leaves of the trapezoid-shaped bushes pushing through the fence. Crunchy, tickling, and overgrown the feeling against your back was a minor trait of this sacred place.
There was also the oddly pressing poke of something warm coming through the hole of the fences. Turning to confirm your suspicions, you smiled.
“Hi, Papa.”
“Hello, my Starlight!”
Turning around to mirror his position you laid on your tummy to look him in the eye. His tactical glasses were off and his hair had changed. His longer hair was gone, traded out for a faded cut. Different but still your father. You let his larger gruffer fingers hold your own through the fence, his hands for once not shaking.
“Can I tell you all about my adventures?”
“Of course.”
He let you rant, smiling and nodding all along to all your different adventures. You even took off your shoes and showed him the flickering lights in its soles. He waited until you were out of breath before asking the question again.
“Would you like to come with Papa, this time?”
You hesitated kicking your feet against the wooden chips of the playground.
“Are we going back to our home?”
“...No.”
Tilting your head,” Then are we going to the Jade and Floyd’s?”
The names made him shudder as he hurriedly shook his head.
“W-we’re going someplace new….”
“Where are we going?”
He rubbed at his eyebrows. He was getting annoyed. But you knew you had to ask otherwise you’d be brought somewhere you hated. Like that one time.
“(Y/n) you’re curiosity is great but—”
“Does where we’re going have a bed? Does it have a kitchen? Are we going to be only eating the gas place’s sandwiches?”
He scrunched his hands into his hair, grasping for his non-existent flowing hair. His lips were quivering and his eyes were watering. It made you nervous, sitting up from your tummy and on your knees. You sent a look over your shoulder at the window–the teachers were still occupied. Looking down at your father, you silently sighed as you got into character.
“Hirano wherever you're taking that little Starlight, it better be the best place for a kid. Those Leech’s are makin’ sure they're on time at school, they're well-fed, and I haven’t gotten a call from protective services for a good while.”
“I know! I know Mama but they won’t let me leave. I screwed up! I screwed up really bad! If I don’t do another job for that guy, he’s going to have my head! B-but I want to go back to normal! I want to spend my days helping (Y/n) with homework and coming home and watching those silly cartoons with my Starlight–”
Your heart was aching and your eyes were getting watery. You waved a hand at your eyes and cleared your throat sticking your hand through the hole to hold his.
“Y-you’ve got to get your ducks in order before you take your Starlight back–”
“But Mom!”
“Don’t but me…Starlight is safe. You’ve got to make sure you are too before you take them back.”
“But the debt I owe…it’s so big and their patience is thin. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back….”
Taking a deep breath, you went back to your original position on your tummy.
“Papa, I’m always going to be here. Safe and waiting for you. So you can go on your work trip I don’t mind.”
He smiled at that reaching through the gate to affectionately bop you on your nose.
“That’s right…I’m just on a work trip. I’ll be back before you even notice. I’m gone!”
He began to scooch away but you stopped him calling for him to come back to the fence. You kissed his forehead and he kissed yours.
“I’ll….see you when you got back Papa….”
“Yup! You know it! If you need anything just ask your grandma, okay?”
“...Okay…”
Like that, he disappeared.
You were left to stare at the disfigured leaves and dying branches. Burning the memory of his face into your mind.
“(Y/n)! Your brother’s here to pick you up.”
It took you a minute before you stood up again. Frantically wiping at the water streaming from your eyes, you waited until your throat was no longer croaky to finally respond.
“Coming!”
It was all a blur, saying goodbye to your friends and packing your backpack. The memories of the sweet older lady you used to spend so much time with. She taught you how to help your father, explaining the work he was in. It made your head hurt. Thinking about it now, you can say that’s why you stay at the Leech’s house so much.
“Ready to go little elver?”
“Yeah,” you stuck your hands up while he brought you up higher supporting you with his arms. You didn’t want to but you let your gaze fall on the disfigured spot in the bushes behind the playground fence.
Floyd glared at the spot.
“What’s over there, (Y/n)?”
Visualizing him one last time. You’re glad you could say goodbye. Curling your head into his uniform’s collar, you blinked your extra tears away.
“Nothing anymore…let’s go home, please.”
You missed the smile on Floyd’s face, laughing to himself as he made his way to the family car.
“As always, little elvie!”
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Early Morning Nightcap
Time Written - 9:48 a.m
Jason Todd/fem!reader smut (Bite me, I like when they make Jason look rugged an “ugly,” he is very gorgeous to me 😭✨)
Jason always tries his best to be as quiet as possible when he comes home in the early hours of the morning.
Exhaustion weighed down his entire body, heavy feet treading through the bedroom door, his mask dropped onto the nearest surface, not harboring much care to toss his jacket somewhere along the ground. Settled under dark, tussled blankets was his sweetheart, hugging his pillow close to your face, breathing in his scent for comfort when he was away.
Silent as he could attempt to be, given his large stature, the heavy dip of the mattress makes the frame creak, lightly shifting your sleeping body as he crawls into bed beside you.
Fully awake or dead asleep, nothing would stop him from grabbing your thighs, yanking your panties down your legs to bury his tongue deep into your cunt. You must’ve been in the midst of a very nice dream, leaving you all wet and sticky to Jason’s utter delight. Sucking your clit has you writhing out of sleep, hips involuntarily thrashing against his greedy mouth, grasping along your ass to keep you as close as possible.
Low mumbles escape his throat while he reinforces his grip, lapping you up as if he hadn’t drank anything for hours throughout his entire patrol.
You would spew out all your whiny little whimpers and pleas of his name, your fingers making a quick mess of his hair that was nearly matted down by his hood before. Like that was going to stop him. The sting of your nails rasp along his scalp as you came to climax only urged his eagerness to fuck you since he walked through the door, his cock begging to be freed from his tactical pants.
There’s no effort to wipe the mess off his chin once he sits up, promptly kissing you before you had a chance to sit up, urging you back down to bed. He could drink up all he want from your sweet folds, knowing you’d be gushing again in seconds.
You mew his name in between heavy kisses, tasting yourself on his tongue as his broad body spoons yours, trapping you in a shadow of security by your eager boyfriend. Bare skin pressed against warm carbon armor plating, gloved hands slipping under your shirt to palm your supple tits.
“Please babe, I need you,” Jason pants desperately in your ear, lifting your leg up over his holstered thigh, quickly working himself free from the damn confining zipper.
He bites his left glove off with his teeth, rolling two fingers along your pussy before stroking your sensitive folds to lube up his fingers, fisting his cock a few times.
“C’mon baby, c’mon, let me in. Fuck— let me in,” he rasps against your neck, the head of his cock brushing along your slippery folds.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he curses heavily once the head of his cock pops through your tight, quivering walls. The delightful stretch of your walls taking in every hot, girthy inch draws out a rich groan deep from his chest, melding perfectly with your whimpers. “God, That’s my girl. My good fuckin’ girl.”
Large hands grip your waist at the sides, your face fully flushed and gasping with each persistent rut of his hips. His throbbing cock thrusts deep inside your warm cunt, his dirty boot bracing against the mattress for additional stability, a mess the two of you can worry about much later.
Jason peppers you with praises in between multiple sloppy kisses, licking up beads of sweat along your skin as he tucks his chin against your neck. With each praise came a sting of bitter impatience laced in his tone, blunt nails harshly digging pretty crescents into your hips, rocking you back harder against his cock with no struggle, amplifying the sounds of your sloppy wet cunt swallowing him whole.
Exertion caused sweat to dapple along his forehead, primal, intimate desire coming out through hot pants and guttural grunts along your collarbone. Your shirt stretched thin from his persistent grasping at your bouncing tits, your heart drumming rapidly against his thick palm as he clasps hold of your neck.
A short symphony of sharp curses murmured against your lips in between each hot, heavy kiss, the constant rattling of his jacket buckles mingling with the headboard drumming against the wall.
“You’re so perfect, Keepin’ nice an’ wet f’me.” Teal eyes boring deeply into yours, coaxing orgasm after orgasm with each rut. His calloused thumb over your perky button, ensuring your walls squeeze him a little tighter. “Were you playin’ with yourself after I left? Heh, got myself a dirty little whore.”
Trembling fingers cling to blankets, bedsheets and his lightly bulging forearm, your mind running on blank from Jason’s relentless pace, mercilessly bullying his cock against your sweet spots.
He hushes against your cheek when you’re brought to hot, pleasurable tears, fingers finding rough purchase along the harness belt along his waist for leverage. “Shhh shh, c-can’t sleep without filling ya. You’ll let me do that, won’t you?”
His rugged, no patience attitude changed in seconds, leaving him a pleading mess of a man trembling against your body, feverishly moaning against your neck. “Please baby, please lemme fill this perfect little pussy, lemme stuff you full f’me.”
His words nearly melt together in his haste to beg further, quickening his abuse via bullying your cervix and pumping you full of cum. He halts once when his breathing hitches, damp hips spasming while wrapping his arms tightly around your body, rocking you down on his dick.
“That’s it,” he grits out, squeezing you tighter against his burly figure, clutching your plush thighs with an ego boosting satisfaction flooding throughout his exhausted body, properly fucking his girlfriend full.
The sun would shine over an exhausted couple, your overstimulated body stuffed very full with crescent marks and bruises the size of your boyfriend’s fingertips dappled along your hips.
You’d wake up delightfully sore from the awkward position his arms held you in, making Jason irritably stir from his two hour slumber to your overstimulated whines, your flushed cunt desperately squeezing around him as if to push him out.
To your dismay, he clicks his tongue by your ear before rocking his hips once, his slowly hardening cock brushing directly against your g-spot. A ‘minor’ warning of what’s to come.
How mean of you to improperly wake him after an exhausting night of patrolling Gotham. What kind of needy, impatient girl do you think you are?
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trouble's coming for you
a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader
words: 3.7k
summary: (established relationship) suggestive banter lol The one where Percy meets his two favorite counselors at Camp Half-Blood. Also known as the three times Percy is completely oblivious about you two, plus the time he learns what L-O-V-E looks like for two teen demigods. (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)
a/n: PERCY POV!!! maybe the real enemy was the blue balls Luke got from a clueless 12-year-old. you’re gonna tell me you wouldn’t overthrow the gods too? scream at me in the comments and feel free to reblog :)
(posted 2/29/24, edited!!! i think!!! four hours of sleep later and a big kiss to @hotchfiles miss lari as always for inspo mwah)
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What’s in a name?
One of the last defining memories Percy Jackson had with his mother before arriving at Camp Half-Blood was her reminder that names have power. He’s held fast to that belief, treading carefully with his words in this unfamiliar place that he’s supposed to call home so soon after losing his own.
Being the new kid for the hundredth time in his life means that he’s accustomed to change, much less introducing himself as Percy Jackson, whatever that means at this point—but then becoming known simply as the kid who causes trouble. What then, is he supposed to do, when his first friend at camp introduces him to a girl who embodies the name trouble?
To Luke, through Percy’s actions, it seems as if he’s trying to reclaim a crown that currently belongs to the beloved head counselor of Camp Half-Blood.
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The dining pavilion is filled with mouth-watering scents and the sound of chattering campers to the point that it’s a bit overstimulating if he thinks too hard about it. Mr. Brunn—er, Chiron told him to take it easy after the events from yesterday, but he feels a bit tough on luck after making Luke run circles around camp trying to find what he’s good at.
“Is there a Greek god of disappointment? Maybe someone should ask if he’s missing a kid,” Percy says glumly, pushing the mac and cheese around on his plate. Luke sighs, letting the boy to his right speak.
“Oizys,” Chris mumbles through full cheeks before he cocks his head at the 12-year-old, “but she’s a goddess, and her whole thing isn’t really disappointment, it���s more like failure.”
Luke looks to Chris with a half smile before looking back at the kid and saying, “We’re gonna find the thing you’re good at. I know it.” He looks like he’s going to say something else before something, or someone catches his attention and it’s almost like the older boy is transfixed, eyes shining with mischief or something deeper that Percy’s young brain couldn’t comprehend just yet.
“And here comes trouble…” Luke says with a smirk, eyes following your figure until your feet take you to their table. The sandy-haired boy twists around, expecting to see a goddess of some sort until he sees you, violet eyes and a lilt of something sinister—giving off the energy of someone who holds power but also likes to fuck with it. You cross your arms over your chest, gaze floating over the three boys and at the tip of your chin, Luke takes his plate off the table, prompting you to hop up and slide onto the smooth surface in front of him.
“You look like someone kicked your puppy, so you must be the new kid. Peter, right?”
A snort of laughter comes from behind your slouched form, Luke partially concealed but body obviously shaking with amusement as he looks at you.
“He might just turn out to be a puppy kicker one day,” the son of Hermes jokes, “Meet Percy Jackson.”
“That’s not…”
You sigh at Luke’s idea of a joke, face incredulous as you lean over and conjure strawberries onto Percy’s plate. He’d never seen anything like that before, someone so casual about their abilities, but he didn’t have much of a reference past yesterday. This camp keeps surprising him in ways he’s never imagined possible.
“Heard D gave you a hard time earlier, sorry about him—I’d blame it on withdrawals but he’s just an asshole,” you offer with a smile and a handshake as you introduce yourself, watching the boy’s eyes widen with wonder.
“It’s not your fault…I’m used to being the new kid.”
Eyebrows furrowing at his tone, you lean in closer, voice turning serious. You’re a lot like Mr. D in the sense that it’s easy for you to poke at the kids who come through here for a reaction to make sure they’re okay mentally. When they don’t react is usually the call for help.
“Well, new kid, if anyone gives you a problem here at camp, you let me know. Even if it’s these two hooligans, or if it’s my dad.”
“You’re talking to our lovely head counselor, Percy. She calls the shots around here,” Chris chimes in jest. But only one part of your sentence sticks in his mind as he whips his head up from munching on a berry.
“He’s your dad?”
“Yeah, unfortunately,” you giggle, “and though you’re sweet and I would love to have you as a sibling, he kind of has a rule on having too many kids at once, unlike other gods.”
“A rule he’s already broken,” Luke drones, hand fidgeting with the black bandana tied around your thigh, “but who knows? If Percy ends up to be one of you, well…may the gods have mercy on us all.”
A deadpan stare is directed at the scarred boy, and you swipe at his curls like a feral cat, making him wince and laugh all the same as he bats you away.
“Tough shit, 11. Do you know how many hellions inhibit your cabin? Your dad inflicts agony on me personally every time another one of your siblings walks past the boundaries.”
The petty squabble is interrupted by the chime of the bell over your heads, but you two are still in a world of your own. It reminds Percy of the time he watched two subway rats fight over a pizza slice on the 6 train—he didn’t really know who to root for then either. Chris sighs and gets up, nudging Luke to follow, which he does begrudgingly as he claps his large hand on your leg. You hiss.
“Our turn!” Luke says with a hint of sarcasm.
“Our turn for what?”
“Burnt offerings,” you explain as you chomp on a strawberry, “the gods like the smell, so it gets their attention before you say a prayer.” You notice Percy stay in his seat, which makes a smile pull at your lips, “Think you’re off the hook for today though, bud. Or you can be just like me.”
“Don’t give him any ideas, Trouble. I’ll throw in a few for Hestia.” Luke chews at his lip as he leans over you to grab a few berries off of Percy’s plate to toss into the fire for you.
“You don’t pray?”
“I’m not really the religious type. I’ve got what I need,” you concede, leaning back on your palms as you watch the son of Hermes stand for a few extra seconds at the hearth. “Besides, my godrent is right over there, and Luke worries enough for me. It’s more his thing,” you say with a lazy smile. The campers filing out of the dining hall wave at you and you enthusiastically greet everyone with dancing fingers. He doesn’t think he’s ever met anyone that…happy to be on the job, but things work differently around here, so he doesn’t think much of your upbeat attitude.
“Eat up. Some of that strength has to go to you. Gonna need it.” You say ruffling Percy’s hair, and when Luke comes back, he tugs at the shoelaces of your boots until you kick his hands away. You both share a smile like people do a secret, even here in the open air.
“Do they like the smell of burnt mac and cheese?” Percy says curiously, eating another spoonful of the meal. His head hurts at another thing to consider in this brand-new world he’s walked into.
“They like the smell of begging,” Luke grins, and you laugh like a firework going off, making Percy’s lips pull up into a smile.
“I’m not much of a beggar though, if you ask me.”
The son of Hermes hums at you like he wants to say otherwise, and you slap his chest as you suck air through your teeth. Beneath the wood top of the table and with Percy being none the wiser, your fingers intertwine with Luke’s like it’s second nature.
“You burn what you’ll miss the most. Then they know you really mean what you’re about to say, so they listen.”
Luke takes a breath after explaining how things work for the nth time to the kid, knowing Percy’s quite persistent about making his dad notice him. He remembers being jaded too—striving to be the best for a lick of his dad’s attention and all of his efforts were done in vain. Even though the kid’s arrival at camp was a bit unexpected, Luke doesn’t mind showing him around.
Hopefully, less work on your end means that he can spend more time with you once this is over with— but by the looks of how the day is going so far, he’s not so sure. He hopes his offerings reach the gods and they grant him extra patience for his good deeds. Watching you laugh at something Percy says as you all walk out of the dining pavilion, Luke wonders if you know that every offering he burns for the goddess of the hearth and home is so that she’ll protect you.
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“Lights out in 10 minutes, cabin 11! Everyone ready for bed?”
The sound of your voice jolts Percy awake from his post-dinner nap and he blinks slowly until he sees you walking towards him with extra blankets and pillows in your grasp. The other campers were kind of stand-offish, and after praying to his mom he was overwhelmed with the feeling of missing her, so much so that it drained the rest of his energy.
“Long day, huh bud?”
Drowsy with sleep, for a moment, Percy forgets where he is—the unfamiliar walls of the cabin making him shift with unease as he rubs at his eyes. The blurry version of you makes his chest go warm and for a second, it’s like—
“Mom?”
He blinks again, his pale face turning red when he realizes his slip-up. Percy’s shoulders drop when he hears giggles from somewhere in the big cabin and you reach out to smooth his hair away from his face with a gentle smile.
“Don’t worry about it. Everyone who first comes to 11 gets nightmares. For some of them, they don’t leave,” you mutter. Percy notices your eyes flicker over to Luke’s bed, where he’s zipping up his hoodie and chatting with one of his half-siblings. Cabin 11 is finally quieting down for the night—children scrambling into their bunks, doing nighttime routines, and having quiet conversations. It’s all so weird, this being everyone’s normal.
“You’re not alone though. Saw you earlier, outside. I still pray to my mom sometimes. She's quite the listener,” you say with a sad twinkle in your eye. The kid sniffs as you hand him the pillows and blankets, finally meeting your gaze.
“Did your mom…” Die too? The words feel like lead in his throat, feeling heavy as he swallows it down. He doesn’t want to cry in front of the pretty counselor, much less speak the truth, because if he says it out loud, it means his mom dying must have been real. Also, you’ve seen him sit in the dark of the forest burning blue jelly beans like a freak. What he didn’t know is that you pride yourself on being one. It takes one to know one, after all.
“Yeah. Makes for one hell of an origin story, but I found my place here, and people who care. I know you will too, when you’re rea—” Your words trail off when you see Luke walk past the both of you with a cool expression before he nods towards the door, and you squeeze Percy’s shoulder before getting up.
“Night guys! It’s getting late so we’ll have to do a story next time, okay?” You walk down the aisle patting heads and tucking in smaller campers, and he hears you whack the younger Stoll brother when he teasingly says, “It’s not fair that Luke gets a bedtime story and we don’t…”
“Connor, enough. I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up and called me mom, so save it for tomorrow, chuckles.” He must have been the one laughing earlier.
“Everyone say goodnight Trouble!” Luke calls out with a coy expression, making you roll your eyes as you flick the light off to a symphony of jeers. It’s finally quiet as Percy is propped up against some pillows that smell like raspberries and soft cotton before he realizes he has to pee.
But Chris said harpies hunt kids after curfew… he thinks.
In a moment of sheer panic, Percy looks around in the darkness of the cabin before the sound of your cackling pierces through the dim light from the outside. He hops up from the makeshift cot and tugs his shoes back on, slowly creeping past the long row of bunks to not disturb other campers before he gets to the door. Your head turns quickly to the intrusion as you spring away from Luke, stubbing a cigarette underneath the wood panel out of sight when Percy steps through the doorway.
“Sorry, I need to use the bathroom,” he says sheepishly as Luke nods, scratching his neck and leaning a far distance away from you. Under the low burning lamps, Percy notices Luke’s cheeks redden and he wonders if he is interrupting something, but the urge to go increases as he steps between you two.
“Right. I’ll walk you to yours?” Luke blurts in one breath. With a wordless smile on your lips, you nod before Percy purposely interrupts this time.
“I can walk her, it’s on the way to the bathrooms, right?”
If only this poor kid knew he was being the cockblock of the century.
“Yeah, Percy’s got me. The harpies won’t like you missing curfew, Castellan,” you tease, stepping around him with a shit-eating grin. Your hair almost floats in the gentle breeze, and Luke rolls his eyes.
“Stay out of trouble. I mean it," he sighs, before shoving you off the porch, and you laugh at the irony of his words. Looking back at Luke, Percy noticed his eyes were on you like he wanted to live in your skin, which was equal parts disgusting and confusing to the 12-year-old. His steps double in pace as you both walk down the path and a brief side glance at your stifled smile quickly makes the kid wonder if you’d let him.
Pushing the sleeves of Luke’s hoodie past your elbows, you wave at Percy’s rushing figure as he almost bolts to the bathroom and you lean against the doorway of your empty cabin. You turn the light on and look across the way to see your boyfriend still leaning against his door, so you flip him off. Of course, he takes that as his cue to saunter over.
But then the loud clanging sound of pipes bursting reaches both of your ears and toilet water floods the dirt near the back end of your cabin.
So close.
“I’m gonna go check on Annie to see if she’s still on duty. Tough luck, babe,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek before walking in the direction that Percy went, sending the son of Hermes to drag his feet towards your cabin, alone (he didn’t expect to fall asleep propped over your covers waiting up for you, but a lot happened in that damn bathroom).
—
“Hey, today feel like a winning kind of day to you?” Annabeth smirks at the son of Hermes. Next to them, Percy feels a hand clap him on the shoulder and all three of them turn to see you donning red.
“Didn’t you three hear the conch? Wouldn’t want you to fall behind,” you say with a grin as Luke steps up to you and whistles lowly.
“Didn’t know you were playing today. It’s a shame you look that good in red.”
Annabeth fake gags as she crosses her arms to say, “You’re also currently on enemy territory if you haven’t noticed.”
“Oh, you wound me. I’m not a threat. Percy, I obviously don’t have the flag, right?”
He nods a bit dumbly, still worried about the mechanics of the game and the part he has to play for the blue team, but no one else seems to share his concerns.
“Anyways, sorry I’m not on your team, Perce. The Ares kids snatched me up as soon as my name was on the roster, so I came to wish you all luck.”
“This better not be a diversion tactic, Trouble,” Luke simpers, playfully tugging at your staff, which you use for leverage to step up onto a rock to meet him at eye level.
“Nah. You know I like the competition, angelface,” you whisper, almost daring him to do something.
“Bite me, Trouble.”
There’s a fire in his eyes you’d love to stoke, but now’s not the time or place. You can’t help but indulge though—the both of you enjoy the reactions you can pull from each other.
“You’d like it too much.”
“Alright now,” Annabeth groans, calling your name, rolling her eyes as she pulls at Luke’s arm, “Gotta remember he’s your enemy!”
“I’M TRYING!” You laugh, shaking your head and walking back towards your team as you shoot them a fake salute. It all happens too quickly as Percy’s unable to catch the spitfire words between the two of you, thinking further about how he might get maimed during this game (which in the grand scheme of things, he almost does. Thanks Clarisse).
“Those two are hopeless! Walk faster, sunshine—we lost too much time watching whatever that was.” Percy stumbles along the forest path as he follows Annabeth, the both of them leaving Luke smirking to himself as he follows the rest of their team.
Hours later, at Clarisse’s muddy feet and holding her broken spear, Percy hears cheering in the distance as he watches the blue team led by Luke waving the red flag in one hand and your legs supported by his other. You’re in a fireman’s hold across his shoulders and everyone watches as the son of Hermes spins you around like a Tilt-a-Whirl until the sound of your shrieks is audible from the shoreline.
He sets you down gently, dominant hand still around your waist as he snickers, “Got my win and my girl. Must be time to celebrate.” You laugh at his absurdity, pulling his helmet off and wiping the sweat off his forehead with your bandana.
“You’re always going to be a loser in my eyes.”
Slapping the plush of your hip, the sound echoes in the air—suddenly quiet as you gasp. But you’re not looking at Luke anymore, but rather the gleaming trident above Percy’s head as it’s revealed he’s a Forbidden Child. His jaw tightens at the sight, and there are a lot of emotions running through him, remembering Thalia and knowing that his plans will have to be altered once more because of Percy Jackson. You squeeze his hand before walking away from him to follow your dad and Chiron to the Big House, shooting him a nervous glance.
Damn.
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The boys have been sparring for hours, and just as you think Percy’s getting the hang of it, Luke thrusts forward with an energy no one should have towards a 12-year-old. Although a bit concerning, he does have a lot to catch up on how to fight like a demigod before his quest in a few days.
“Take a break or else you’ll be crawling away from camp by the end of the week,” you joke, handing Percy and Luke bottles of cold water. Your boyfriend takes big gulps before pouring the rest over his head, leaving you gaping and a little hot under his stare as he nudges your chin and winks.
“You’re doing that on purpose!”
Luke shrugs slyly, and the both of you watch Percy catch his breath. He leans over your shoulder, the tone of his voice sultry as it tickles your ear, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.”
You bite your lip, before bursting with laughter—which isn’t exactly the reaction he thought you’d have. Maybe he should’ve finished reading the sonnet before falling asleep, but you always take too long with your nighttime skincare routine.
“That doesn’t mean what you think it means, but you’re cute for trying,” you coo, leaning closer so that your cheek touches his. Luke’s whole face is warm from exertion and now embarrassment, but he smiles nonetheless at the proximity. He can’t believe he still misses you, even when you’re skin-to-skin like this.
“That stanza…Isn’t it about names being meaningless?” Percy says between gasps of air before he pours the rest of the water bottle over his head like Luke did. He’s looking up at the both of you as he leans against a tree, instantly feeling more rejuvenated.
You jerk up from your seated position on the large rocks, excited to talk about Shakespeare, and Luke almost pouts at the loss of your attention.
“Yeah! Good job, bud. I forget you went to a hoity-toity charter school,” you say tongue-in-cheek, before turning back to your boy.
“So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and, for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself. You’re gonna have to interpret that one yourself, angelface.”
“Trust I have no fucking clue but you sound really hot when you talk dirty to me,” Luke says with a shrug. Percy laughs at that, before finally bringing up the question that’s been on his mind since Luke introduced you to him.
“Why do you call her Trouble? She seems okay to me.”
“Thanks,” you say dryly, but the older boy leans on his arm with a lovestruck expression as he gazes at you. Oh…Percy thinks, brain feeling freshly washed. How did he miss that?
“She used to get in trouble a lot,” he says, before you elbow him hard, “I mean, we used to get in trouble, she’d always drag me into it.”
“You always offered! Don’t twist the fucking story,” you shriek, and the boys laugh at your exasperation.
“Yeah anyways, she’d always find me. Still does, my partner in crime. Trouble always comes for me,” Luke murmurs, waggling his eyebrows and intertwining your fingers together. Your jaw drops and cheeks flush and Percy thinks he understands better now, but gets confused again with what you do next.
You almost slap the goddamn scar off that boy’s face.
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It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world. -Sylvia Plath
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Hi love, will you do a percy jackson x reader where one of the gods is after her and he gets super protective
"Together"
[Percy Jackson x demigod!fem!reader]
Masterlist
takes place after HoO
Summary: When an angry god threatens your safety, you confide in Percy Jackson.
Warnings: Some mentions of threat and danger, fluff
Word count: 853 words
A/N: First request, Sorry if it's not what you wanted! Godly parent is up to you.
You never think your normal life will mix with gods and monsters in the first place. But after a run-in with an angry god, things get worse. His constant threats cause you to watch your back everywhere. You aren't even sure how you end up with him behind you.
Percy notices something is wrong. Of course he does; there is almost nothing you can hide from him. You have been quiet, and your usual laughter is gone. One afternoon, you two sit by the lake, and he looks at you.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he asks, his eyes searching yours. “You seem off. Is someone bothering you?”
You hesitate. You know you can trust him, but you don't want to make it his burden; there is already so much he has to deal with. Even thinking about adding to that makes you feel guilty.
Taking a deep breath, you tell him about the god who won’t leave you alone—how he shows up at the worst times and makes you feel scared.
Him saying your name is what causes you to snap out of your thoughts. "Hey. What's wrong?" He looks even more concerned than before.
Well, that isn’t what you want.
You take a moment, searching for the right words. “It’s… it’s a god,” you finally admit. “He’s been threatening me, Percy. I don’t know why, but he just won’t leave me alone.”
Percy’s expression hardens as your words sink in. “What do you mean ‘threatening’?” He leans closer. “You should’ve told me sooner. We can—”
“No!” You interrupt, a little too forcefully. The last thing you want is for him to feel responsible for protecting you. “I don’t want to drag you into this. You have enough on your plate already. I can handle it.”
“Handle it?” He looks alarmed. “You think I’m just going to sit here while some jerk of a god makes you feel unsafe? That’s not happening.”
You swallow hard, feeling his concern. “I appreciate it, Percy. I really do. But I don’t want you to worry. Just… just let me figure this out on my own.”
He stares at you, a mixture of determination and disbelief in his gaze. “You’re not alone, you know that? We’re in this together. Whatever this is, I’m here to help.”
“But what if it gets worse? What if he comes after you too?”
Percy reaches out, taking your hand in his. His touch is grounding, like the earth beneath your feet. “Then we face it together,” he says firmly. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Not now, not ever.”
A small part of you wants to believe him, but the fear still claws at the edges of your mind. “I just don’t want to put you in danger.”
He squeezes your hand tighter. “You’re worth it. And besides, I’ve faced worse. I fight things all the time. This is no different.”
You let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, but those were monsters. This is a god.”
“Which means we have to be smarter,” he counters, determined. “I’ll talk to Chiron. We’ll figure out a plan. You’re not alone in this, okay?”
You nod slowly, feeling a swell of gratitude mixed with the familiar fear. With Percy by your side, maybe, just maybe, you can face whatever this god…
“Okay,” you finally say, a little more strength in your voice. “Together.”
“Together,” he echoes.
You sigh heavily.
Percy watches you. "You know what?"
"What?" you frown at him.
"We're going for a swim," he decides.
You laugh, shaking your head. "Perce—"
"No arguing!" he cuts you off and jumps into the lake, clothes and all. "Come on."
You can’t help but laugh as Percy splashes into the lake, but of course, he stays dry. “You’re insane!” you call out, but a smile tugs at your lips.
“Maybe! But it’s good for you!” he replies, treading water and grinning. “Come on! You need to relax!”
You hesitate, the weight of your worries still heavy. But seeing him so carefree sparks a flicker of hope. With a determined breath, you kick off your shoes and wade in, laughter bubbling up as the cool water surrounds you.
Percy swims closer, mischief in his eyes. “See? Isn’t this better than worrying about gods?”
“Maybe a little,” you admit, splashing him playfully. He retaliates, and soon you are both caught up in a water fight, the tension between you dissolving with every splash.
“Okay, okay!” you laugh, breathless. “You win! I feel better now.”
“Good!” he says, softening. “We’ll figure this out together. But first—”
He dives under, dragging you with him. You kick and twist, but he just laughs, holding you close.
“Come on, it’s not so bad!” he says.
As you glance around, bubbles swirl, and beams of sunlight dance through the surface. Schools of tiny fish dart by.
Percy lets go for a moment, and you both float mid-water. You gesture for him to follow you deeper, and he swims alongside, exploring this vibrant underwater world together.
“See? Much better than stressing out!” he says, grinning.
You nod, feeling alive in this moment. “This is amazing,” you reply.
He takes your hand, pulling you closer. “We’re in this together, remember?”
“Together,” you echo, and with that, you both dive deeper.
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࣪𖤐 day 1 - breastfeeding/breastplay - agatha harkness
navigation / rules / masterlist / kinktober.2024
summary: soft afternoon with your wife and freshly-cooked mom of your baby
warnings: 18+smut, breastplay, breastfeeding, so soft!!, post-pregnancy (just how i imagine it to be), small spoilers for agatha all along??
notes: hi loves! first day in! it turned out much MORE sweet than i’ve predicted but i guess we’re rolling with it. hope you enjoyed! wait for the rest of #kinktober2024 and send in characters!
it was the first time in a while when nicholas was deep asleep and everything in yours and agatha’s home was finally at peace. you couldn’t believe your life was this silent and peaceful before that little parasite (affectionately) appeared in your life but you know you wouldn’t have treaded it for anything else.
you were just cleaning up your kitchen while agatha was sitting in the living room, on your sofa watching some sitcom and finally relaxing in what felt like an eternity. every time your eyes glanced at her you felt this immaculate amount of pride and gratitude towards her. after all, she’s carried and gave birth to your baby. it was still blowing out your minds out.
you hummed softly to yourself while putting the last dirty plate into the sink. you smiled to yourself at the sight of finally cleared up kitchen and your eyes moved onto the woman once more. with a swift motion you walked out of said kitchen and joined her on the couch, not making any sound in the process almost like you were a mouse.
agatha smiled seeing you approach her and immediately wrapped her arm around you, nuzzling you closer to her and her body. a smile unconsciously appearing on your face as well, as you let her pull you closer enjoying the closeness you two were so lacking of these days.
you laid your head on her shoulder and focused your gaze on the tv, letting out a relaxed sigh.
after a moment your gaze moved from the screen and focused on the woman beside you. you raised your head in process so you could see her more clearly. your eyes traced every bit of her face taking in all the small details that were so familiar to you yet the ones you never get bored with. another smile creeped its way onto your face.
agatha seemed to notice your gaze cause her lips turned into a smile as well. “whatcha staring at, darling?” she asked in a hushed murmur as her eyes fell onto you, and immediately met with yours. “just the beautiful love of my life” you chuckled and she affectionately rolled her eyes at you.
“hm, is that so?” she chuckled too and moved her free hand to stroke your cheek gently. you nuzzled your face into her touch and closed your eyes enjoying the closeness. both of you stayed in that position for a moment before you opened your eyes, staring deeply into hers.
“how are you feeling?” you asked and she let out a sigh she didn’t even know she was holding.
“manageable” she snorter softly and rolled her eyes once more. you smiled once more.
“seriously though,” you started and shifted a bit on the sofa so you were now facing her rather than just laying partly on her side. “are you feeling okay? no pain? no nausea? no headache?” you asked a bit worried and her smile as well as her eyes softened at the tone of your voice.
“no darling, i’m fine” she answered in a sweet tone, still stroking your cheek. you nodded your head automatically and wanted to reply but her next words were faster. “i think i’ll need to go pump soon though, as they’re literally swollen” she chuckled in her usual tone.
without controlling it, you bit your lip at her words which made her raise an eyebrow slightly yet not say a thing. agatha waited for your reply or any word-reaction but all she got was your eyes going down to her chest. her smile turned into a small smirk at the sight and she titled her head a bit. “darling?” she murmured, wanting to bring you back to earth, in which she succeeded.
“oh- uh- yeah” you said and nodded your head while keeping your gaze located at her chest. she snorted again and kept staring at your while stroking your cheek and softly raising your head up so you’d move your eyes to hers too.
“eyes up here” she chuckled but the look in her eyes were speaking volumes. you blushed just so slightly at her words and bit your lip once more while the wheels were obviously turning in your head. agatha waited patiently for you to speak, while staring into your eyes.
“i’ve always wondered how it tastes” you blurted out quietly not knowing if you were saying it to yourself or her. agatha’s smirk widened at your words as the grip on your cheek got slightly tighter.
“you want to try?” she asked while playfully wiggling her eyebrows at you. you giggled and shook your head as much as her hand allowed you to. “no- i mean- maybe- no-“ you mumbled and she laughed at you yet the tone of her voice was still soft.
“i mean it.” she said and started to stroke your skin with her fingers again. “you can. if you want to” she added in a whisper and you felt a familiar warmth starting to appear in your lower stomach. you tilted your head at her as much as you could and she laughed once more. “go ahead” she whispered again and let go of your cheek, unwrapping her arm from around you as well.
“you’re serious?” you asked in a whisper matching hers, as you dumbfoundedly stared at her and she simply nodded at you.
without anything else, you slowly got into her lap still staring at her as your hands softly moved to her chest, palming her through the material of her loose purple shirt. she let out a soft hum at the touch and kept her eyes on your face the whole time. your hands kept on palming her becoming more sure in their movements as more hums started to leave her pretty lips. you let your gaze lower down to where your hands were working and just admired the sight before you.
as agatha leaned her head back on the sofa you started to notice how the material of her shirt got slowly wet in places where her nipples were. you bit your lip at the sight and moved your hands down her stomach slowly, to tug at the hem of her shirt as your eyes went back to her face. the view was literally mesmerising.
her head tilted back a bit, eyes closed shut while her hands rested on both sides of her, slowly turning into fists as more hums and even soft pants started to leave her mouth. your mouth was slightly ajar at just the sight as well.
when she felt your hands move down she moved her head back and slowly opened her eyes to look at you and you could’ve sworn you saw the desire slowly building up in her pupils. you closed your mouth immediately and let out a soft breath. “can i take it off?” you asked no matter the fact she was your wife, she carried and gave birth to your baby and most importantly, she never once in her life declined you.
agatha smiled at your words and eagerly nodded her head, waiting for you to do to more than just take off her shirt.
at her nod you softly tugged at the material and slowly started to drag it up her body. she moved her arms up, making your job easier and in one swift motion, she was sitting there in front of you, bare chested while her shirt was somewhere on the floor long forgotten even though you took it off a second before.
you moved your hands to her chest again and she leaned her head back almost immediately, closing her eyes and letting out more hums of approval.
your gaze lowered to her bare chest as well and you just kept staring while your hands were working wonders on her. at first you slowly started to massage her breasts paying attention not to do it too harshly knowing how sore she is and obviously not wanting to make it uncomfortable for her. your fingers gently closed around her skin and squeezed carefully hoping it won’t be too much but the moan that left her mouth reassured you it was more than welcome. you smiled trying to keep your own breathing in control, as your hands started to squeeze more firmly enjoying the fullness, softness and warmth of her skin. without knowing your hips started to slowly rock on her lap yet none of you seemed to have noticed it just yet. you were fully focused on your hands on her chest as your fingers slowly started to tighten even more and moving down a bit to the center of her breasts.
agatha’s breath hitched when you made the first contact with her nipples and she couldn’t help the moan that left her mouth. your breath stopped for a second at the precious sound and you could’ve sworn if you could you’d bottle up the sound of it. your fingers curled around her nipples softly squeezing not daring to tug at them just yet as more moans left her mouth and soon after you started to feel the small droplets of milk forming at your fingertips.
you gasped and uncontrollably tugged at her skin wanting to feel more of it. agatha let out a more high-pitched moan and you finally started to feel the wetness pooling between your own legs. your hips continued to move slowly as your hands kept on brining her more and more pleasure tugging at her nipples. agatha moved one of her hands onto your hips and that was the moment you realised the movement of them. you felt your cheeks blush a bit and was already preparing for some sort of snarky comment from her yet none of that hit your ears. she was too deep into pleasure to even say something which was new. you guessed it must have been the sensitivity of all of it after pregnancy.
your hips continued to move on their own while your fingers softly massaged her nipples now, drawing more milk and literally drooling at the sensation. agatha’s hand tightened on your hip at your touches and you knew she was getting impatient but literally couldn’t stop staring at everything that your hands were able to do to her. you kept on tugging at her nipples, doing a bit harsher tug now and she yelped at it, moving her head so she could look at you, the sight even prettier than the previous one. her hair a mess, the bun longly forgotten, her cheeks slightly pink and her pupils blown out. god, you could die right then and there, i swear.
agatha chuckled softly seeing your dumbfounded expression and smirked, trying her best to return to her usual self. “having fun?” she asked in a soft hum and you shook your head at the sound of her voice that brought you back to earth for the second time this evening. quickly you nodded your head and met her eyes. “very” you smiled sweetly at her yet the dampness between your thighs and your blushing face was telling a bit of a different story than just a ‘sweet’ one.
agatha’s smirk widened even more and she took a deep breath, her chest moving under your hands in the process. “you wanted a taste if i’m not mistaken?” she added in another chuckle and you felt your mouth watering at her words.
“indeed i did” you chuckled too and moved back on her lap a bit so your face could be at the height of her chest. agatha kept looking at you, her hand tightening on your hip even more. not dragging it anymore further, you just simply leaned in and took a long lick in the middle of her chest.
agatha tilted her head back once more and let out a deeper moan visibly trying not to make them too loud and not wake up nicholas who was peacefully sleeping in the next room. you smiled to yourself at her reaction and took another long lick deciding to toy with her a bit more. her hand tighten again and you felt another wave of wetness hitting your core. your hands began to squeeze her whole breasts again, while more droplets hit your palms.
you softly closed your eyes and slowly moved your tongue to her right breast, not giving it the attention it deserves just yet but torturously letting her feel it against her skin. agatha groaned under her breath and put her free hand into your hair, trying to move your head a bit lower so she could finally feel your lips wrapped around her sensitive nub just like she have had already so many times before.
deciding to test her patience a bit you let her move your head, taking away your hand while the other one was systematically squeezing her flesh. yet, you didn’t do exactly what she wanted you to do. just as your lips were positioned at her nipple you grinned and let your tongue ran over her flesh almost everywhere just unless her nipple. agatha groaned again and squinted her eyebrows not really liking your ‘play’. you let out a chuckle uncontrollably and she had enough.
“just fucking take it into your mouth” she breathed out which was meant to sound like a threat yet sounded more like a plea. you grinned again and leaned away to take another look at her which earned you another groan from the lips of the love of your life underneath you.
“so needy eh?” you chuckled and agatha opened her eyes to sent you a killing glare yet you only chuckled once more at the sight. you rolled your eyes affectionately at her and lean in again, placing your tongue at her collarbone and slowly going down her right breast, stopping right before her nipple. she groaned once more, visibly more pent up now and you stopped another chuckle that desperately wanted to leave your mouth.
deciding to have some mercy on her, you slowly dragged your tongue lower and finally felt the hard skin on the tip of it. agatha let out a moan at the slightest friction and you felt your hips buck. her hand in your hair tighten and she tried desperately keep you in place - which you let her do. without further anticipation, you gently closed your lips around her nipple and felt the sweet taste hit your tongue. your eyes immediately closed shut and you started to circle your tongue around the nub while your other hand kept on massaging her breast. agatha let out something that sounded like a mix of a whine and a groan at your ministrations that sent another wave of warmth and pleasure through your body.
your lips closed tighter and you began to softly tug at the nipple with your teeth that agatha visibly enjoyed by the way her back arched softly. you hummed in enjoyment and kept on with your ministrations while your hips didn’t seem to stop for a second. her hand on your skin softly loosened up yet the grip in your hair only got tighter and tighter.
you kept on tugging at her bud and without realising you also started to suck at it drawing more milk from it and melting at the taste. agatha moaned once again, and your hand on her skin squeezed more. you softly swirled your tongue around her nipple, still sucking and still drawing more and more beautiful sounds out of her lips.
agatha’s body started to arch more as well as your hips seemed to move more frequently. you felt the wetness between your legs yet not even in the back of your head wanted to do something about it now. no, it was about her. her skin. her sounds. her milk. her pleasure.
you kept on sucking and sucking while your other hand kept on squeezing, and agatha’s grip got even more tight in your hair if that was even possible. you moaned softly at it and it seemed to do things to her as well, as her back arched more on the couch.
getting back down to earth you opened your eyes slowly and leaned away from her breast which agatha surprisingly let you do. not uttering a word you took your right hand away from her breast and leaned in, taking her nipple into your mouth and sucking harshly giving it the same attention you just gave to the right one. she moaned again and you started to melt in her lap even more. you quickly moved your left hand to keep on pleasuring both of her breasts at the same time as your eyes shut closed once more at the sweetness of her milk.
quiet sounds started to leave your mouth as you kept on sucking, twirling your tongue and softly using your teeth on her flesh. agatha’s breathing turned even more heavy and shallow at your touches and she felt like she could explode right there. her hand pulled at your hair a bit at a simple tug of your teeth and you groaned at the feeling, simple attention doing wonders to your needy and desperate state.
agatha’s body started to shake and arch more the more you continued on playing with her soft nipples. you smiled and made another harsh suck wanting nothing more than to feel her milk hit your tongue over and over again.
agatha let out a louder moan and pulled at your hair again “darling-“ she panted out and you felt your stomach forming into knots all over again at just the sound of her voice. “i might-“ she tried to continue and the meaning of her words slowly started to hit you. you smiled to yourself and kept on sucking and tugging and god knows what else even more wanting so badly to make her come just by playing with her nipples.
agatha almost whimpered at your actions and pulled at your hair again as the hand on your still moving hips started to grip your skin again. you moaned at the contact and kept on bringing her the most pleasure you physically could.
her breath started to get even more heavy and quick and you knew she was close. you sucked harder and bit down at her nipple a bit as your other hand started to grip her flesh more firmly. agatha moaned for whatever time it was that evening and you felt her body going slowly stiff at your movements. you smiled to yourself and continued while her body was arching even more.
“darling i’m-“ she panted out while her hands tightened against you and you moaned into her skin letting your hips grind against one of her thighs now, needing to feel some friction finally. agatha moaned at that as well. “i’m going to-“ she panted once more and you felt her body arching the way it usually did when she was at her brick. you squinted your closed eyes and kept on going while she started to pant more.
“darling!” she moaned out almost feeling herself falling over the edge yet the sound of sudden crying brought her out of her state.
you heard it as well and let out a deep sigh as you noticed how her body immediately calmed down not being at the edge anymore. you softly let go of her flesh and leaned away looking at her with huge disappointment in your gaze. not disappointed in her or in your child of course, but simply because of the fact it had to happen right at that moment.
agatha met your eyes with the same look in hers, the crying still vibrating through the walls, and sighed softly as she patted your hip so you’d slide off of her lap. you rolled your eyes quickly and did as she wanted to, while she swiftly untangled her hand from your hair and immediately got up from the sofa looking around for her shirt and quickly putting it on before glancing back at you.
“when he goes to sleep again, be sure we are not getting any of it” she hummed almost sweetly at you before disappearing into your baby’s room-
-leaving you desperate, wet and needy waiting for her to come back and blow your minds out.
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Salvatore - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader
''Si?'' Your soft voice breaks him out of his trance. Cold, dead eyes look back up at you, the eye black that seems to be staining the skin around his eyes making them stand out even more. He acknowledges you with a small nod, waiting for you to keep speaking.
''You seem out of it lately.'' You tread carefully, standing up next to him as your eyes look up at the stars, the view fully clear as the base is far away from the city's lights.
''Can't sleep.'' Is all he replies, taking a drag from his cigarette while his mask is pulled halfway. You take that time to admire his lower face, carving the image in your brain just as you've done so many times. He has a soft jawline, thin lips, the slightest stubble, and a few small scars running along his top lip and chin. He gives you a side-eye, but you keep on admiring him in silence.
''I've hardly been 'in it', lass.'' You roll your eyes playfully, a small chuckle escaping your lips despite yourself. You turn to him when he offers you his cigarette, holding it between your fingers as you take a long drag, trying to figure out the odd combo of a man besides you.
''You know you don't have to be a brooding soldier all the time, right? The mask is scary enough.'' You tease, biting the inside of your cheek to avoid the giggle threatening to escape as he gives you another side-eye.
''This is my happy face.'' He says in a deadpan tone, voice completely flat on purpose as he gets all up in your face, the hard plate of the skull mask making him look even funnier. You can't hold in the laugh that escapes your lips as you push him away gently, the same way he can't help the small satisfied smile that sets on his lips as he turns his head away so you don't see it.
You pass the cigarette back to him, leaning on your hands as you look up at the stars. Though it's quiet between you for a few minutes, it's not awkward at all.
''What do you call it when a snowman throws a tantrum?'' You groan loudly and he smirks, cigarette hanging from his lips as he waits for you to humor him. You do, but not before sighing loudly and shooting him a fake, unamused expression.
''What?'' He takes a second to hold back a chuckle as he remembers the joke.
''A meltdown.'' You stay quiet for a second before looking away from him, face buried on the sleeve of your hoodie as you refuse to let him see your smile. He can hear you giggle softly, though, so he takes it as a win.
''I'm leaving.'' You announce jokingly, attempting to get up before his gloved hand gently pulls you back down.
''Stay.'' He says in the gentlest tone you've heard from him, a small smile playing on your lips as you sit back down, another loud groan in protest as he tries to tell you yet another dad joke, much to his amusement.
The rest of the night is spent together, being tormented by his bad jokes. It's easy to be detached when you're a soldier, but he can't escape the fact that he's drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You help put the turmoil in his mind at ease, if only for a short while. He'll take whatever help he can get from you.
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