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Two Steps Forward, One Forest Back 2.8K
This is for @kkatsukiswife who had an awesome idea and let me write it! I hope it fulfils your expectations, it's a little longer than I'd intended.
Head of Medarda Oil Corp, Ambessa is exhausted by the silly environmental scientist who keeps ruining her expansion. There's only one way to fix that.
Cross posted to AO3
MINORS DNI
Warnings: Degradation, Tipsy Sex, Exhibitionism and Dumbification kinda, Choking, Bathroom Sex, mentions of bondage
This is NOT proofread cause fuck that:
It had only been three months and yet every moment spent working for the Medarda corporation seemed to shave years off of your life.
You had gone in so rosy eyed, certain you would be changing the future for the better, making a huge environmental impact, finally able to regulate and report the bastards rotting the world. Your boss, manipulative asshole that she was, had basically promised as much. Instead you sat in opulent boardrooms, battling the wolves as they attempted to turn the world to ash and profit margins.
CEO Ambessa Medarda was the worst to deal with, her children at least seemed to possess half a conscience. She, however, stared across the mahogany table and tried to devour your soul. It started as small things, not reading your reports before shareholder meetings, or perhaps misquoting some of your numbers. Easily corrected, if you could stand the dark gaze she’d send your way.
“Of course,” She’d simper, “Thank you for that, my Dear,”
Soon it became more outrageous, your body flooding with cortisol at every new email you received. Their drilling sight was in a forest, though if you were to point that out she would remind you it was well within the guidelines of oil drilling near wildlife and flora. Well within was a handful of metres, as close as they could have gotten, and every time your numbers remind you of that you have to do a meditative breathing exercise. This wasn’t enough for Ambessa though, there was more just within the treeline and her recent campaign had made it clear she wanted it regardless of the consequences.
Meeting Four - 24th August 2024 - Recorded Minutes
AM - Surely a matter of inches will make no impact, gentlemen, and look at the margin of profit. Nobody else has been able to secure a site like this, it would be sellable at an astounding premium.
ES - Nobody has secured that sort of site for a reason, Mrs Medarda. The havoc it would cause to the local ecosystem is immense, and it is illegal for that reason.
AM - Not illegal per new legislation, just heavily regulated.
ES - Do you have any proposals to help you meet those regulations? I seem to be looking at stocks and traders and very little else.
AM - All in due time
ES - Due time is now Mrs Medarda
You could still feel the air being sucked from the room. It was as bold as you had gotten so far, and her crimson smirk seemed to ward you off of doing it again. The day after the meeting, none of your alarms had gone off, your expensive eco-friendly coffee machine broke and your company key-card stopped working. It had to be a coincidence, but you had been looking over your shoulder ever since.
Ambessa lingered like a shark who could smell blood. Her beautiful, towering form monitoring your every move. Sometimes, in the quiet early morning it would be only you and her in the building. Her scent seemed to linger, heady and sharp, her sparkling eyes and sarcastic smiles hyper focused on you. It was heavy, such attention, especially when a deep, villainous part of your soul would remind you that she was just your type. Imposing, commanding, insanely muscular. Had you seen her on the streets your mouth would have watered. She couldn’t know that though. Never, ever. She was flirtatious enough when she thought you had no interest, she’d rip your moral compass to shreds if she got a taste of your inner turmoil. She wanted to eat you and you would not let her.
Her voice, melodic and low, was suddenly in your ear. For Fuck Sake.
“Another eighty nine page legal document in my inbox, darling,” She was so close, so close you twitched, “You really are ensuring the best for our company,”
“Wouldn’t want you to rush into any development decisions without knowing all the facts,” You said, raising an eyebrow with a shrug, “Bad for business,”
“You’d know all about being bad for business,” She said alluringly, sharp teeth glinting behind her lips, making you gulp slightly.
She walked away with no other words, her hips swaying impossibly slowly as she took long purposeful strides. You almost groaned, downing cold, bitter coffee beans. This job was going to kill you.
Days passed in a blur, each one filled with heavy looks and cutting remarks. Each day she moved three steps forward and you pushed her four back. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, you thought she’d throttle you against the wall for all to see.
One day she did.
You were gasping, body trembling, as she held you against the boardroom table by your throat, fingers trailing your inner thighs. Her gruff voice was taunting you, teasing your aching core as she squeezed your neck just enough for your vision to blur. She had had enough of your interference, showing you how weak you truly were.
“You’d know all about being bad for business,” She mocked, licking your hard clit.
There was nothing you could do but submit, babbling and grunting as she finally gave you the touch you craved. Her name fell from your lips in a perverse prayer, wanton and airy.
You were so close, she could tell, eyes glossy as you thrust into her touch. Your orgasm ripped through you, making you scream.
Neon numbers glimmered. 3:14AM.
You’d just had a sex dream about your corrupt oil baron boss, real enough to dampen your sheets. Your body ached and against better judgement you reached into your nightstand, vibrator wiping your mind of all thoughts until you cummed yourself back to sleep.
As the morning beckoned, so did your crippling, sticky guilt. You couldn’t keep going on like this, you had to get it out of your system and not by having graphic dreams about Ambessa Fucking Medarda. There was only one thing for it, you would have to get drunk at the artsy lesbian bar downtown and fuck a random stranger. Obviously.
You felt good. Your hair had styled just right, your make up hadn’t made you screech irritatedly at your cat and for once heels didn’t feel awful. This was going well. You were going to get some. Or something.
The bar was packed, full of swaying hips and swishing hair as you creeped your way to the bar. Cocktails were on offer, dangerous and delicious as you sat swinging your legs on a barstool. Music had you swaying in time, downing drink after drink as you fluttered your eyelashes at every pretty girl who glanced your way. You’d never been too good at the chase, but you were desperate enough to try.
Dancing was freeing, body moving of its own accord as you twirled in circles and gripped strangers arms, moving fast and close together. Everything felt naturally fuzzy, light and right, exactly as you’d needed. She hadn’t even crossed your mi-
Ambessa stood tall, leaving lazily against the bar as a drunken brunette tried to chat her up. She was sweet enough, giggly and open, relishing in any attention she gave her. She wasn’t quite right though, Ambessa sighed, her parameters were incredibly specific tonight. Almost impossibly so and yet. There you were, tipsy yourself clearly, dancing in the arms of a short blonde woman. Ambessa’s lips curled into a devious grin, waiting patiently for you to catch her eye.
No. Just no.
Your gaze was stuck to hers, a magnet pulling you in as your mind swirled. She looked perfect, the confines of the business world had melted away to reveal raw sex appeal. Her muscles seemed larger, clearer as her shirt and trousers clung to her. Her thighs were too delicious, her gold make up adding a shimmer to her dark eyes. You faintly felt the blonde woman’s hands on your hips as you moved, mind full of cotton. Ambessa raised her glass, tilting it towards you mockingly, her grin eating at you.
Want. Need. All consumin- No. Enough. Goodbye Ambessa.
Your burning form turned away from her, extracting yourself from the dance and looping the long way back to the other side of the bar, hidden from Ambessa’s position. Downing a tequila shot, you grunted. Your plan was fucked and you needed to leave here as soon as possible, but she was right by the exit. Panicked, you slipped into the bathroom, fingers gripping the art deco sink for life as you huffed. You looked as good as you had when you left home and yet you felt a state, lips puffy and hair seemingly unkempt.
Click
“Hello there, darling,” Ambessa’s honeyed voice echoed in the tiny bathroom as she locked the main door, “Fancy seeing you here,”
Your mouth dried, her beauty almost stifling this close, “Mrs Medarda,”
“We’re in a gay bar Dear, you can call me Ambessa,” She snorted, stepping to rest just to your right. She was circling you in her head, your body the sweetest prey she could hope to hunt.
“Ambessa,” You repeated, unsure, “What do you want?”
She laughed almost pityingly, it was seductive, frustrating, just like the rest of her as she murmured your name.
“Me?” Heat burns in your gut, making you cramp with need, the alcohol in your blood no match for the warmth of lust.
“Of course,” Her hand cupped your chin, forcing you to hold her gaze, “I’ve always wanted you, you must know you drive me to distraction,”
It seemed unlikely, her distracted by anything, but it was such an arousing, tempting thought. Your mouth lulled open in a small gasp, her fingers tickling against your neck. You were done for, mind melting down between your legs the longer she looked at you. It felt like she could sense it, her other hand bending you slightly as your hands scrambled to lie against the ornate mirror so that you could steady yourself, stomach now against the sink.
“What?” You stammered, as she sank to the floor, strong elbows nudging your legs apart.
“You’re not naive, pretty girl,” She breathed, her words dancing across your bare thighs, “You’ve got too many brains in your soft head for that,”
It was odd to be complimented by her, especially for your intelligence. It made you feel proud and happy. Her praise was immediately addictive, spilling forth from blood red lips as she kissed and nipped at your skin. Each word a nail in the coffin of your demise, each kiss a moment longer being drowned by her. You were stuck, and as you caught your own hazy, tipsy expression in the mirror you giggled. Oops.
Ambessa rewarded your giggle with a lick against your clothed cunt, her tongue flat and slow. Everything went silent for a moment as you bucked against her grip, whining.
“Good girl,” She hummed, “Soaked for me,”
“God,” you slurred, she had you desperate and aching.
“We can make that my name if you like,” She muttered mockingly, pushing aside your lacy underwear and lapping at your drenched hole. Her touch was considerate, fast and calculated as you huffed and sighed. Her strong hands gripped your hips, rocking you against the basin as she fucked you mercilessly with her tongue. She could feel the dwindling hesitance in you, the desire to submit held back by weak moral strings. It was okay, she thought, she’d snap those as you came into her mouth.
Her goal was simple, make you an empty headed doll for her to ruin, mark and stuff you until you finally understood how to respect her. Then she might actually get somewhere. You were in your own world of pleasure, following her movements as you trembled and burned. It felt so good, better than any dream could have been.
Your orgasm was close, taunting you and making your vision dance with pretty white stars. Some weak, nearly dead part of you wanted to resist it, to uphold some control. She didn’t own you. Not yet at least. The resistance was too late however, as thick, calloused fingers teased and stretched your cunt out of nowhere, just as she sucked your hard clit into her wet, perfect mouth. Your mind and morals shattered like pretty iridescent glass.��
“Fuck,” You cried against the mirror, eyes rolling into your head, “Shit fuck,”
“That’s my slut,” Ambessa said, savouring the sloppy liquid dripping down your thighs.
The nickname surprised and confused you, heavy head looking down at her.
“What else could you be?” She said commandingly, sucking her fingers dry as your eyes glazed, “You’re so good for me, taking what I give you, like a whore would,”
You nodded, legs trembling. You did want to take it. Take it all. Whatever she said. It almost made you feel drunker, though the tequila had long since floated through you now.
“If I had known it would be this easy to make you pliant and soft,” She muttered huskily, words touching your ear as she stood, “I’d have bent you over my desk weeks ago, Little girl,”
That enough made a small orgasm flutter out, your chest heaving as stared into her eyes in the reflection. Her hand slapped against your wet pussy, making you smile as you blew a little kiss her way.
Ambessa snorted, smoothing over your slightly sweaty hairline. You were so pretty, even better now you were hers.
“Watch yourself,” She muttered hypnotically, “In the mirror,”
You hummed, glancing at yourself. She was pretty to stare at but you didn’t want to make her unhappy. Suddenly, it felt as though you were being lifted above the ground slightly, her strong arm holding you as she stuffed three fingers into you.
The stretch burned, making you snarl slightly as she made you whole. That was how it felt. Complete and perfect, as the look of your clouded, slutty face made you hornier. You loved how she made you look, how she made you feel, obscene slapping sounds filling the bathroom.
A light shove against the door, your moan choking in your throat as exhilaration at being quite suffocated you.
“Oh,” A distant drunken sigh, “This bathroom’s closed for repairs, let’s try the other,”
Ambessa bit your neck, sucking at your sweet spot, as she felt you clench and gush at the sound of voices, “You like that, Good girl? The thought of them knowing a horny mess is being fucked into oblivious in a random bar?”
You nodded, neck aching with the force as you continued to stare at yourself. Any time your gaze drifted to her she would stop dead, eyes dark. After the second time it nearly killed you and you forced yourself to meet your drooling expression. Ambessa seemed intent on sending you over the edge, thinking she had all of you but your longing voice proved her wrong.
“My throat,” You moaned, “Need you to c-crush it, like my,” a desperate whine, “like my dreams,”
Ambessa felt herself black out slightly at your request, your whimpering and begging making her own cunt twitch wantonly. She dropped your feet back onto the navy tile, hand wrapping around your neck with measured pressure. The change was immediate, your body no longer tense and twitching, but limp like the doll she’d dreamed off. You took her relentless thrusts, effortlessly, as she made your blood rush and pulse in her ears. Air wasn’t necessary unless she gave it to you, tongue lolling out of your mouth. You came as suddenly as last time, losing your vision as you squirted down her arm, lungs greedily inhaling air as she crushed your throat and released it.
You don’t really remember how you’d moved from the bathroom, mind empty as strong arms tidied you up as much as possible and led you through the warm crowds. A long, sleek car sat waiting for her and you were gently placed in it. You’d never been in a limousine before, not that you had any brain capacity to appreciate it.
“Precious girl,” She cooed, stroking your cheek as she pushed you onto the carpeted floor of the car, “I think it’s your turn, don’t you?”
She’d slipped her trousers off and her cunt was bare for you to get lost in. You almost squealed in excitement, nuzzling and licking happily all to serve her. It took hours, moving from car, to against her front door and finally in her silky, warm bed. Toys, a violent pounding from behind and some soft ropes had you pleading to serve her, to be used and owned.
You had been right, there was no coming back from the sweet bliss of her control, consequences be damned.
Ambessa liked you against her, devoted and spent as she spun commands for you, all sinking into your malleable mind as she fed you sips of water and scratched your scalp.
Pretty little girl. You were hers now, and so was that fucking forest.
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just some story notes and journal. as boyhood seeps back into my skin my memory is coming back. turns out i blocked it all out because it all felt like boy, every single bit of it. know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty; strap the wings to me, death-trap clad happily, with wax melted i'd meet the sea under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
#mine#when i saw J in the band room in high school there was this moment i forgot about where an awareness or something clicked on in me#and i felt like#aware and cognizant#alive#he wasnt just a repressed crush but the first conscious inkling i had of a tactile hunger for transition that#even before i knew what trans was just completely blotted out everything#it was being a guy and being a guy among guys and testosterone puberty and i repressed all of it to the fullest possible extent#i was like a shark smelling blood in the water#anyway Puscifer has this lyric Become your own prometheus#Use the flame to burn the tether from the overseer#it's on my playlist for this story#thats what it felt like. i was obsessed with being morally good because i knew that as soon as i stopped trying to do what was good all the#time#i would start doing what i wanted
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i love you animal symbolism
#like obviously i’m the dog motif guy but literally any animal symbolism is sooooo#like mq animal symbolism >>>#sharks and mice and wolves and butterflies#what that says about you — not just what you get but what you wanted to get#i’m a shark and i’m going to take you down. he smells blood in the water he’s gonna kill my pig and there’s nothing i can do#because i’m soft i’m a kid again im a mouse and im loyal and humble and a real team player! and that’s what will be my downfall#but it’s also what’s going to save me#why would a mouse choose foam over a delicious cookie? i don’t know. why would he? why would i?#i just got a little upset when you said i wasn’t a lion. you’re nothing without me#lions hunt in packs they’re sthe leaders. but i’m telling you that you dont get a pack you dont get someone to lean on and you will always#be alone.#then succession animal symbolism is like: youre a scorpion and i’m a snake and we are going to die at each others hands#it’s already written. we know the ending#im a dog and i’m mean and sharp and vicious#i’m a dog and i’m loyal and trusting#i’m a dog and i need to be kicked and i beg you to kick me because it’s all i know#you come for me with love?#lock me in a cage and feed me dog food (or chocolate cake but who knows) and i’ll never eat again#send me away until everyone knows their place#beat me with a slipper in gstaad for ordering lobster because it’s rude to order the most expensive thing on the menu when you’re not payin#because dogs don’t get a sliver platter they get a bowl of dog food in a cold wire cage#they get the scraps and they thank you for it#so you come for me with love?#you come in here guns ablazing to find they’ve turned to fucking sausages and you come for me with love?#jeez that’s a lot of tags#mythic quest#mq#succession#succession hbo
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You know when youre starting a new series or smthg and you see fanart for a character that hasnt been introduced yet in the show but you just know?
“🫵 You. I will become obsessed with you.”
Me with this little freak. I dont even care if hes evil.
#dungeon meshi#thistle dungeon meshi#thistle#i can just smell the drama on him#im like a shark with blood in the water#i had to look up his (their?) name for this post
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I love the QSMP
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full random, pre-tadpoled durge gets sick (idk if that's even possible but let's play with our toys a little) after a night together. What would gortash, our favourite evil petty selfish but madly in love lordling, do?
you want me to say something really cute about gortash serving them breakfast in bed, but i know for a fact that if he had something he needed done the next morning, he'd absolutely kick their sick ass out of bed and make them do it, illness or not.
or he'd take advantage of their physical weakness, and get some free blowies out of it because he knows they're delirious and fever stricken and he's an opportunistic pervert at heart.
yeah.
#baldurs gate 3#enver gortash#dark urge#durgetash#IM SORRY ANON#i know you wanted something cute and all but i have a hard time believing gortash would be a nurturing mother hen if the dark urge was sick#he'd be like get off your ass you told me youd kill people today#go be sick later#the dark urge similarly would kick his ass if he was unconveniently sick#i like writing soft durgetash and all but for some reason#the potential of them being sick doesnt work for me#i think its because#the softness comes from accepting that they are equals and finding this camaraderie from having to be strong all the time#and never show weakness#when they show weakness?#when one falters due to physical limits?#like sharks smelling blood in the water#they cant help what they become#opportunistic animals#perhaps its because they dont know how to deal with their feelings#but it makes them uncomfortable when the other acts...human#when theyre humanized#by their mortal limits#and it upsets them for reasons they dont quite understand
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The squad is probably at some american party. Setting off fireworks and stalking prey among the patronism.
Some frat dude is gonna have a queer awakening and walk away from Ace drained and delirious but convinced he just had the best nut of his life
#ooc.#mobile.#i say stalking prey as if ace isnt playing Frisbee and cracking a beer with a gaggle of jocks#eyeing whoever he smells arousal from like a shark with blood in the water
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I forgot that the original reasoning for using fairy dust to become smaller was that winx needed to have pure souls to get to the water stars, so they used the fairy dust to purify themselves. which means that bloom’s fairy dust seems to work perfectly fine on everything except on herself and implies that her incomplete enchantix powers can’t purify her fully - there is darkness inside of her that she just can’t get rid of
#interesting#i smelled samcoded potential like a shark smelling blood and i ran with it#no but like how fucked up would that be if bloom couldnt become mini bloom not because of her incomplete enchantix#but because of her time with darkar and dark bloom#or even her connection to valtor#honestly even without all this#i still wouldnt want her anywhere near another dimension created specifically to seperate water stars from the dragon flame#winx#winx club#winx club season 3#winx bloom
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LMAO i reblogged a bunch of stuff about rejection sensitive dysphoria and now the shady-as-hell therapy bot is trying to hit me up
#no thanks bud i think I'm good#this things like a fuckin shark in the water smelling a drop of blood
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i cut up apples as an occasional fibrous treat 4 my dog but every time i do its like some small part of my brain also found in horses activates and is like Hmmmm delicious fruit snack and then i get distracted and stop chopping
#vic.txt#horse brain hungry feed it apples#its like when sharks smell blood in the water. i forget we have apples chop them up smell the apple n go You know wat i could use a snack
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A Straight People Thing that is exhausting to me is when they see queer people getting attention for making gay jokes and want in. You have fundamentally misunderstood what was funny about that, my dude.
#like it wasn’t funny *that* someone was gay#it was a gay person *being* funny#this post brought to you by the following exchange at work tonight:#coworker 1: i cant walk straight#coworker 2 (smelling an opportunity for attention like a shark smells blood in the water): neither can [lesbian coworkers who weren’t even#there]#coworker 1 (with her whole chest): I'm bisexual
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Me, sliding out of my room, skincare half done, pajamas half on, at 11:28pm to shove a handful of Swedish fish in my mouth so I can check “eat a snack” off on my to do list before my 11:30 pm bedtime
#listen new year new me is fake and a calendar year change isn’t going to fix me#but I woke up in 1/1/23 with the urge to do my dishes and rinse out all the cans from the night before#I was like a shark I smelled blood (executive function) in the water (my brain) and fucking chomped#new year can’t fix me but I’m gonna fix me as much as possible before my brain realizes what I’m doing and tries to stop me#I HAVE DONE MY DISHES EVERY DAY THIS YEAR#SOMETIMES MORE THAN ONCE
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i cant believe its 2023, the 3rd year of university - the youngest of us is past 22 now - and still, i just got bullied
i... ......
#something broke in me just now. cant believe this came from these girls - but i guess i shouldve expected it??#gonna evade these harpies like my life depends on it if we ever get group work again#like sharks smelling blood in the water. awful#the vita sounds compilation tag#perhaps ill even delete this after im just.... ..... reeling#.......... rn also deadly afraid they wont have costed me 2k euros bcs i was forced to approach the professor to get myself a lower grade#if i fall out of budget bcs of them i--
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*happily outlining my fic for an entirely different show*
*pauses*
I miss Alex Cabot 😩
#*deep sigh*#Look Barba's fine. I like Barba#And when he gets that 'shark smells blood in the water' look on his face he's downright entertaining#But I really miss my gay disaster who was allergic to commitment even before being traumatized by a near death experience#She and Olivia were so messily perfect for each other#Law and Order SVU
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actually going a little insane bc I thought I needed to face fuck someone but now all I can think about is giving the teariest drooliest most enthusiastic head with no thoughts just hit the back of my throat brrrrrrrrbdhdbrrjrjrjirir I wish she would get on top of my face and just grind down into my mouth and I don't think that's a big ask
#dont text her.#loosing my mind#i value and respect women i do i do i do i just also am like a shark that has smelled blood in the water i have only one thought
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my start time for tomorrow got moved forward by four hours and it has utterly sapped any motivation or energy from me
#in a really bad mood and i think my customers can tell#middle-aged ladies are vibe detectors#they're really nice if they like you#but the second they detect disgruntlement they're like sharks smelling blood in the water
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