#platinum led grow lights

[iotdesignshop]

Advanced Platinum Series P600 Review - Is It Worth Buying?

With the explosion of hydroponics, indoor growing, and the LED grow light industry, it's not surprising that there are a lot of brands on the market at this moment.

It's a bit overwhelming to figure out all these brands springing up and figure out which are the best ones for your specific requirements in the garden. In this way, I've chosen to dive deep and review probably the most well-known LED grow light brand available.

The present review is for Platinum LED, an American LED grow light company focused on the very high quality market. In this article, I will investigate the Advanced Platinum LED P600 and give my review from start to finish.

Advanced Platinum Series P600: Overview

The Advanced Platinum Series P600 is one of the many models delivered by Platinum LED. This organization is notable for the creation of LED grow lights that have the highest levels of photosynthesis-active radiation per watt available.

The Platinum Group integrates the most recent LED technology into all their grow lights. Every individual LED on the P600 gives out a light intensity multiple times that of a standard LED while utilizing undeniably less power than a customary 600W stowed away. With good inclusion and a few magnificent highlights, the P600 is the perfect device for medium-sized, growing projects.

While their costs are surely exceptionally high, they legitimize this by offering a combination of three 3-watt diodes, every one of them 12- or 14-band LEDs. This is the "secret" to Platinum LED, joining an ideal mix of 12 to 14 distinct bands as far as possible from the profundities of UV to the upper IR, among numerous different highlights.

Power Consumption and Output

There are two phases in the growth of a plant, and the makers of the P600 LED grower thought about that and devised the bloom and vegetative settings. A definitive power saver, the Advanced Platinum P600, can supplant traditional 800W HPS, drawing 368W during flowering and 184 watts during vegetation mode.

The best advantage of LED grow lights is the savings you get compared with standard HPS bulbs since they utilize 40% less energy. You also need less cooling because they run cooler while producing more light in the right spectrum for plant growth.

PAR Output

As you definitely know, the intensity of light emission is estimated using PAR values. The higher the PAR, the more light is presumably accessible to plants for assimilation. Furthermore, more retention of light means better growth and strength in plants.

With fresher innovation, LED lights have the highest PAR/LUMEN output per watt compared to any grow light, and not just that, they have 2-3x the intensity of any grow light.

Platinum P600 LED grow lights offer 1140 PAR for each watt of electricity at a level of 24′′ from the canopy. At 18 inches, it provides 1535 PAR for every watt of electricity. These values are the best outcomes gotten by a LED grow light, assuming that we compare it to some other grow light.

Light Spectrum

However, while there are some purported full spectrum LED lights, none can beat this Platinum LED P600 in spectrum capacities. It has true spectrum capabilities that mimic natural sunlight.

Platinum LED P600 can deliver full-spectrum light with the assistance of 200 US-made LEDs of 3 W each. Platinum LED P600 provides surprisingly effective 12-band full spectrum light to your plants.

In the event that you're worried about the scope of the spectrum in Platinum P600, it's running somewhere in the range of 360nm and 760nm. A wide reach covers ultraviolet rays, blue light, red light, green light, and infrared light.

Coverage Area

With exceptional light and yield per watt of power, this grow light also provides the best coverage in the segment.

During vegetation, the most extreme coverage you'll get from 18 to 24 inches away from the canopy is 6 feet by 3.75 feet. During blooming, you'll get the greatest coverage of 5 feet by 2 to 2.5 feet from 18 inches away from the canopy.

At the point when cannabis plants arrive at the bloom stage, they need all the more light to photosynthesize and foster buds. Utilizing the 90-degree centering focal points is not difficult to do and permits you to give light to the entire of your plant, in addition to the upper canopy.

Material and Design

The Advanced Platinum LED P600 is based on top-quality materials that make it a very durable LED compared with its rivals.

In the event that you're worried about the structure element of this astounding grow light, the structure component of the Platinum LED P600 is 36′′ X 8′′ X 3′′ and it weighs around 24 lbs.

The Platinum LED P600 is furnished with US-made Bridgelux and CREE LEDs. It is likewise furnished with a Zener diode, which safeguards the panel from disappointment when any of the LEDs quit working.

Platinum LED P600 panel is outfitted with Advanced Platinum's auto-exchanging 110v/220v LED drivers, which keep input and output adjusted.

Heat Emission

The heat emissions from grow lights have for some time been an issue for the majority of indoor growers. This is an issue on the grounds that an excess of heat in the growing climate of your plants could obstruct legitimate growth and yield.

Be that as it may, with the P600 Drove grow light, it's anything but an issue. Actually, there is no heat emission, as this light has inbuilt fans that assist in controlling the heat. The panel has four enormous, super-calm fans that attract air from the sides and out the top to guarantee the panel stays cool to the touch.

Warranty

The P600 has a lifespan of 50,000 to 100,000 hours, a warranty of 5 years, and a 90-day unconditional promise. That is an awesome deal, and not too many grow light organizations can give this sort of warranty. It simply demonstrates that the organization is sure about the nature of the item that they have made.

Final Words

In the event that your essential concern is growing plentiful plants, you need to get the P600. There's simply no other LED available right now that can match the Platinum P600 for light intensity, flexibility, or bud growth.

The strong Platinum P600 conveys your ideal outcomes. Notwithstanding the output of the spectrum, it makes for ideal circumstances for the lovely growth of your plants.

It's the ideal grow light to purchase for serious indoor plant growers. The 5-year confirmation ensures that you won't ever supplant it. In this way, assuming you really need your cannabis, vegetables, or blossoms to grow to their greatest potential, you need to get the Advanced Platinum P600.

[thevirtualvalentine]

His favorite things 2 do w u !

ft: Atsumu Miya, Shōyō Hinata, Kozume Kenma, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Kiyoomi Sakusa.

warning(s): tooth rotting domesticity, gn!reader + no pronouns used, nudity in kiyoomis (you shower together), nerd!shō (canon), autistic coded kags, established relationships. thrown in kenma bc I love nerds.

notes: hq has me in its cold slimy grip, sos. Divider by @dollywons !

Being a pro-athlete makes him oh so busy! He’s so grateful to have a honey at home who loves him.

ATSUMU MIYA … helping him redye his hair. Around every month and a half ‘Tsumu and you take on the task of making him a fake platinum blond. He can thank you for the correct mix of toners to rid him of that nauseating yellow hair.

While it may be about him, he’s watching you intently in the mirror. The way you take care of him and make him feel oh so handsome. He’s used to getting the job done himself, but he trusts you and wants you to be there for him in this small gesture.

During those 2 hours, the world is silent and it’s just you and him in your shared bathroom. You donning one of his old shirts and nothing else while you, “make him sparkle.” He really is a diamond in the ruff, in need of your polishing.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA… doing nail care together. While yes, it sounds peculiar, we all know how deeply Tobio cares about the state of his hands. They’re fundamental to his everyday life on and off the court. After watching him prep the night before a game by filing his nails, you asked him to let you help. “Here baby, let me,” you offered, taking his much larger palm in your own as you round out the shape.

It became a habit between you not long after, body doubling as you both take care of your hands or trading off doing each other's. It’s a simple thing really, but he can’t help the light smile that finds him in those moments. Tobio can’t explain in words why it makes him feel so loved.

But you know his true feelings as a quiet show functions as white noise in the background, his hand in yours prepping for yet another match. He appreciates the intimacy of silence together.

SHŌYŌ HINATA … watching One Piece together. Growing up, Shōyō didn’t have friends who engaged in his interests as deeply as he did. It took you 5 months into your relationship to realize he also liked the show because he was scared you might tease him.

It led to a deeper conversation about things you both liked and the two of you have been closer than ever. Engaging in each other’s hobbies even if you didn’t know what it was about.

Now, it’s a ritual you both do every Sunday when the new episode drops. It’s shared y/n & Shō time. A sacred pact of nerds that cannot be broken. He loves that you’ll share his love for life with him, even the nerdier things.

KOZUME KENMA … cooking dinner together. Even when he was playing volleyball in high school, Kozume did not care too deeply for his nutritional intake. Food was just food, a meal was another part of the day. Even with all the money he makes now, he's ultimately unfazed by high class food. Preferring those shitty frozen dinners he can make in the comfort of his apartment.

Then he met you on campus, and the day you cooked something for him he swore he would never eat anything again if it wasn’t made by you. Maybe that phrase, “made with love,” was true when it came to you.

Now he likes to help out, meal prepping here and there. He’s quite good at cutting up vegetables actually. He’ll watch or even stand behind you with his arms snaked around your waist at the stove observing.

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA … work out. We all know volleyball is a big aspect of Ushi’s life. He’s constantly conditioning himself for the perfect physique. When he discovered that you had a similar passion for building and honing your body to its fullest capability, he was whipped.

He found it hard to be understood by others, but he really does just enjoy the simple things. Playing volleyball, working out, and coming home to you. It’s enjoyable to him to be able to do it with you and gives him greater motivation.

Every endurance run, you’re by his side and he certainly doesn’t mind altering his pace for you. It gets him a little worked up to see you sweating and out of breath though, but he’ll keep that to himself for now.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA … you guessed it, showering together. Because he grew up around sweaty boys playing volleyball all day, Kiyoomi knows not everyone is as concerned about their personal hygiene as he is. In a country full of Neanderthals, he wears the crown. But when he comes home from practice, there is only one thing he wants to do. Shower with you.

There’s something so intimate about you taking care of him in such a vulnerable space. He’s much bigger than you are, his broad shoulders from years of spiking looming over yours. Warm steam mixed with eucalyptus leaves fills his senses as you hum, scrubbing his body of any dirt from the outside world.

Your soft hands wash the tension from his body, your nails scrape against his scalp making him feel loved. He’ll never admit it but he says it’s because he likes to be clean, It’s truly because you’re the one cleaning him.

[hexed-padlock]

Hi. As requested by a few people, here’s a fic of my AU/Headcanon where Tav killed Strahd but keeps it a secret from the party. I’m planning a few different scenarios of the reveal, but here’s the first (and most serious). Next ones are gonna embody the original premise more. Couldn’t get this scene out of my head though. Also a bit of Astarion x Tav here.

Takes place as you meet Cazador, where he starts mocking Astarion.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Do the cattle not know you?”

They were below the Palace, facing Cazador as he readies the ritual for his Ascension. 200 years of torment and this is where it all ends. Here and now.

Astarion tenses, seconds from lunging. This was his tormentor, the bastard who robbed him of his freedom, the monster who destroyed thousands of lives. A vampire hundreds have tried and failed to kill.

The room grows colder as Cazador continues to humiliate, to mock, to belittle.

Astarion’s jaw clenches and-

Tav laughs, loud and mocking. They’ve barely reacted thus far, and the sudden noise catches everyone off guard. Their eyes glint, one natural and the other burning with fiery, infernal magic.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t take you seriously anymore. You truly are pathetic.” Tav taunts, head tilting as a lazy smirk crawls onto their face.

Cazador’s own mocking grin turns down into a sharp frown as he finally turns his attention to Tav. “Just what makes you think you can speak to me that way? You’re nothing more than a lamb led to slaughter. Cattle to be consumed. An animal at best.”

“Are all vampires this delusional?” Tav voices the question to no one in particular. Cazador seethes, and the party tenses.

What was Tav doing? Were they insane?!

Astarion moves to grab Tav as they take a couple steps forward, but misses as they smoothly sidestep away from his grasp.

Tav pulls out a sword hilt from the pouch on their hip, testing it’s weight in their hand absentmindedly. The party never understood the significance of this old sword hilt. Sure, it was beautiful, made of an elegant platinum, but it has long since lost it’s blade. Dammon once offered to forge it a new blade but Tav politely declined.

“I’ve met another vampire before you. He was always prattling on and on about being all powerful, lord of the night… something something.” Tav pauses to shift the sword hilt to their left hand. Slowly, deliberately, Tav locks eyes with Cazador (pointedly ignoring their party). “He’s dead now, of course.”

For a moment, Cazador pauses, before the same mocking grin returns. “A spawn is hardly considered a vampire. Though perhaps to you, worm, you see no difference.” Cazador then begins speaking slowly, as if communicating with a child or an animal. The mocking grin grows. “Allow me to enlighten you-“

“I never said ‘spawn’,” Tav cuts off Cazador. “Maybe your old age is finally getting to you, leech.”

Tav shifts the sword hilt back to their dominant hand, subtly maneuvering the hilt into a proper grip. “Maybe you’ve heard of him. His name eludes me. Forgive me, but it’s been a few years. I think it starts with an S.”

All the while, the party is flabbergasted. Sure, they’ve seen Tav do some questionable things over the past few months such as walk straight into a goblin camp, lick some spider meat, and even taunt Mizora—but this is a new level of insane.

Astarion tries to get their partner to stop, because for the love of everything, shut up. He’s never seen Cazador this mad before. Sure, they’ve survived some pretty dangerous situations before, but taunting a vampire lord is madness. However, each time he tries to move or speak, his voice dies in his throat. He’s terrified, he’s rooted on the spot. He’s afraid of Cazador yes, but he’s even more afraid for Tav. The brilliant, shining light of his life. The one person who showed him kindness, love. He’s afraid of Cazador, but he’s more scared of losing them.

Before Astarion could try to intervene again, he feels Tav send a wave of reassurance through the tadpole. They glance back at him for a moment, narrowed eyes softening, before turning once more to face Cazador.

Tav hums for a couple seconds as they pause to think. “Samael? No. Maybe it was Seraph?” They huff for a bit as they make a show of wracking their mind for the name. “Aha! I remember now.”

They brace for combat and the Sunsword answers its wielders call.

Tav’s smirk turns into a cold sneer. Their eyes glow as the hilt in their hand erupts in a fiery plume, a blade of radiant light now burning in the darkness. “It was Strahd.”

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Idk… if anyone wants to be notified of a new fic in this AU/series you can let me know?

Anyway, next these will all be independent of each other. Each will be an alternate take on the reveal.

I haven’t written anything besides D&D backstories in literal years so please forgive me if this is rather rough. Always open to constructive criticism.

[mad-maximoff]

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞

Summary: Don't call her babe, under no circumstances.

Warnings: Language, light bondage, gentle dom, soft choking, fingering, edging, denial, oral

Word Count: 1,949

"Who...in the fuck are you?" The statuesque blonde cocked her head violently around her shoulder. Her heavy silver chain hit her collarbone.

"My name's Mazzy. I'm from the resistance. You need to come with me now Barb." A much shorter woman came before the blonde whisking her hand as she led into a cellar door. Down a spiral metal staircase. "The resistance! I thought they were meeting me at the airport?!" Barb grew skeptical following the brunette. Mazzy's hair was shaved bald on either side of her skull in a short mohawk. Every orifice of her body was either covered in tattoos and piercings.

"Pfft! I thought so too. Supposedly the airport had bomb threats so it wasn't safe to fly you out. We have to take the subway." The stairs ended against a brick wall with a crater blown in the middle. "Duck!" Mazzy's hand laid on Barb's head to push her through the brick. "Watch the hair kid!" She brushed Mazzy's hand away adjusting the wild curls. "Fine, fine. We're in the last free city and you're worrying about your hair? Haha!" Mazzy brushed it off not wanting to start anything quite yet. She looked up to Barb Wire. All of the young freedom fighters did. After she took down the Congressional Council and killed Colonel Victor Pryzer she became a hero. Perhaps after this, the whole world will be free.

"I'm a hit woman with a specific look honey, I need to look the part." Her heeled boots ticked along the subway tiles. The subway system shut down years ago, so the last of the Congressional Council wouldn't find them. "Well, your hit woman days are over babe." Mazzy joked as her hips swayed along to the noise of the only subway growing to a halt.

"What did you call me?" Barb stopped behind Mazzy. She hated that sentiment. To be called 'babe' was her most hated. Barb's demeanour turned from confused to pissed in a matter of seconds. The subway cart finally drew to a complete stop opening the doors. "All I said was you being a mercenary and a bounty hunter was over." Mazzy threw herself down on a seat. Barb followed behind arms crossed over her the breast of her leather jacket. "No. The other part." Barb's leather boot tapped the subway cart floor, as the doors closed, Barb and Mazzy were the only ones in the cart. The lights began to flicker.

"What?... What the hell are you going on about?" Mazzy huffed as she slouched her back lower in her seat, widening her legs so her boots lay flat on the floor.

Barb Wire was feared by everyone, especially men who did not pay their debts. It was most often messy when she'd drag their asses back to pay their debts. Usually kicking and screaming. Her boots scraped along leaning in front of Mazzy. Her hands gripped the seat behind Mazzy as her body moved more towards her. "No one calls me Babe. You're going to have to pay for that Maz." Barb growled flipping her platinum hair behind her shoulder.

"Huh? Don't get your panties in a twist, I didn't mean anything by it. What're you gonna do? Shoot me?" Mazzy chuckled brushing off Barb's stern tone. Barb removed her hands from the backrest of Mazzy's chair as she tore open her leather jacket revealing her leather bodysuit. "Do you see a gun? I have no more ammo, besides, I wouldn't waste my good bullets on you." Barb bent down this time flicking a few strands of Mazzy's hair from her face. "You need to be taught some manners." Her boot planted beside Mazzy's body to have more leverage.

"Really now? You teach me what? To tie a corset? On the subway really?" Mazzy scoffed brushing this whole thing off. Mazzy thought Barb Wire was just playing her bluff. Knowing her reputation Barb was a very sarcastic person. The lights flickered again leaving them both in the dark for a moment. The lights came on only to see Barb untying the front of the corset with the string in hand. "On the contrary. Babe. You need to learn how to treat your leaders with respect." Barb's hands spun around Mazzys' arms tying her arms behind her back with the string. "What the hell-..."

"Shut up. You talk too much for your own good." Barb's hand laid around Mazzy's throat not moving a single finger. "And I'm going to make sure you learn a lesson." The lights in the subway cart went out again leaving them both in the dark again. Mazzy tried to free herself thinking Barb was not aware. Barb's boot scuffed against Mazzy's soot-covered blue wash jeans. Barb's body leaped onto Mazzy's lap. "Where the hell are you going?" The cart, still dark with the only light coming from the tunnel lights. Barb's hand tilted on Mazzy's neck back. As Barb straightened her back, her leather top dropped to the floor. "The fun is just starting baby." Her bouncy hair covered Mazzy's vision. Her buxom glossy red lips smacked together before landing on top of Mazzy's much smaller lips. They broke for air, Mazzy realizing her cracked lips were coated in Barb's lipstick. Maz saw before her the leader of their resistance straddling her tied-up body. Barb grinned smearing the lipstick all over Maz's face. "There. That'll shut you up." Barb lowered her hand to untie the string of her leather thong. The thong dropped to her knees only sporting fishnets. She stood up kicking the leather thong off, while her hand latched on Maz's shoulder tumbling her down on the seat. Barb unbuckled Maz's belt as she whipped it out of the belt holes. "You don't need this right? Guess not." She hummed as her body crawled on top of Mazzy.

"A?...what? This is your interpretation of a lesson? A sexy strip tease?" Maz joked with little to no confidence. The fear pondered in her brain, what happened to the last person who called her babe? Mazzy stirred under the pressure of Barb's weight, while the seam of her denim jeans loosened around her waist. "You don't know how to shut up, do you? In that case, let me make you scream." Barb's hand crept under Mazzy's jeans to the plain cotton underwear under her denim. Barb's fingers swept down Maz's pubic bone when her finger finally found what she was looking for. In truth, Barb did not want to hurt Mazzy, after, they only just met a brief moment ago. Yes, she was pissed for Maz's remark but she didn't want to do major harm. She thought since they were going to be here a while, and she'd be alone on a plane to Canada when they arrived, perhaps she'd make a little fun out of it. A victory she'd call it.

Mazzy was all out of sorts. She felt drunk even though she didn't drink a drop. A daze; perhaps she hit her head on the way down. Her emotions were out of wack as well. Fear, confusion, even lust. She would never admit she was horny as hell. Yes, Barb Wire is an attractive woman. Especially a gorgeous blondes hovering over her the likes of the infamous Barb Wire.

Her index hovered finally in contact with Mazzy's pulsating clit. Maz's body jumped under Barb's with a muffled noise. "Awe aren't you cute, whining like a little puppy? Come on puppy, let me hear you." Barb switched holding herself up to lay her hand across Mazzy's throat. Her digits curled around Maz's skin piercing sharply. Barb's middle finger crept lower to her center diving deeply into Maz's slickly coaxed fold. Mazzy's stifled noises echoed through the subway cart erupting more loud than metal hitting the rails. Maz's moans were jagged under the blonde. Barb's grip around Mazzy's throat tightened. Not in a hurtful sense, in a sense in which Mazzy feels the most pleasure possible. She had no reason to kill or hurt Mazzy. No personal or finacial gain. Just a thrill.

"Oh-..." Maz's head was spinning. Either from the subway moving or Barb's grip. As Barb began to thrust her middle finger her thumb drifted over the brunette's clit. Barb, smiling ear to ear, bent her head locking her lips to Mazzy's. Her grip still slightly loosened. All of Barb's signature red lipstick smeared across Mazzy's lips. Her tongue locked with Mazzy's briefly without any hesitation to continue the long and rather sloppy mess they both were in. Barb's lips let go raising her head. "Fuck...you keep doing that and I might bring you with me." Her finger twitched inside Mazzy as her thumb circled her erect clit like it was a tiny button. Maz felt the instant feeling that was coming. She was. The feeling was like a rollercoaster. Making it up to the top to climax to crash down on her high. The hot bliss of Maz's core palpitated as it tightened around Barb's finger. She slipped her finger out to peer down at Mazzy's trembling body.

"P-please...Barb!" Mazzy cried out. "K-keep going..." She sighed out in the sense her high was wearing thin. "I think you enjoyed that too much." Her grip around Maz's throat disappeared trailing down her top to the hem of jeans. Both of her hands hooked on either side pulling the denim down past her ankles, over her chunky boots. "I definitely did. Though," Barb threw her platinum blonde up off her shoulders. Her body cascaded lower past Mazzy's knees. Cracking them wide open. "I know you'll enjoy this more." Maz panted, basic whines escaped her lips not fully knowing what would happen next. She had a grasp of what was going on, nothing could ever prepare her. Barb's head ducked into Maz's thighs. Maz's arms have already fallen asleep behind her back from all of her weight. Mazzy bucked once she felt the faint glide of Barb's tongue over her most sensitive area. Her nails dug into Maz's soft thighs.

"Oh god...B-Bar-" Her moan cut through the air louder than all of the others combined. "You're such a good girl." Barb hummed fluttering her tongue deeply into Maz's drenched pussy. The noises of moans and wet sloshes howled through the subway cart. Who knew two women alone could conjure such a racket. Barb's tongue flicked Maz's clit with her body tensing up. Mazzy tried to silence her moans but every breath she took in her moans grew more garish. "Who's my good girl? Huh? Is it you?"

"Y-yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"I-I'm you're good girl!" Maz spat out tilting her head back on the seat. It stirred back up inside Mazzy's being. The feeling of the rollercoaster. Climbing up to the top. Come crashing down. "Oh god!" She cried tensing every muscle in her back. Barb's nails punctured further into Maz's skin as Maz's moans vibrated the subway cart. Barb perked her bead up crawling back up to greet Mazzy's stained face.

"Haha! Now wasn't that fun?" Barb brushed away tiny strands of hair that sat on Maz's forehead, planting a small kiss in the same area. Mazzy was lost for words, she nodded not finding her voice quite yet.

The subway lights flicked back on to their orangish yellow hue. Barb loosened the strings off Mazzy's arms, reupholstering the string to her corset and thong. "Huh maybe you should join me on that plane-..." Barb's word was cut short as the cart came to a halt. The doors swing open to be greeted by a whole fire squad of the Congressional Council awaiting for us.

"Well fuck...this will be fun."

[caswensworld]

I know I already casted Roman Banks as one of my ocs but I did some recasting. Now he’s the son of Queen Elsa, who is a single mother and we love that for her!

Prince El, the son of Queen Elsa of Arendelle, is a 17-year-old rebellious teenage boy with a heart of gold. I wanted one AK to stand out dim the others and Elsa’s child seemed perfect.

El's personality is a mix of fun-loving, mischievous, and adventurous. He uses his winter magic to amuse himself others around him, often throwing snowballs and cracking jokes. Despite his lighthearted demeanor, El has a gentle heart and is generous, always willing to help those in need. However, he doesn't like to take things too seriously and prefers to keep things light and fun. El's mischievous use of his powers gets him in and out of a lot of trouble, but the important thing is he gets himself out of it.

Growing up as the son of Queen Elsa, El has always felt like an outsider in the kingdom of Arendelle. He was constantly under the scrutiny of the people and the expectations of the throne. He longs for a life of his own, away from the constraints of royalty and the pressure to one day take the throne. He's tired of being told how to live his life. This desire for independence has led him to the mysterious Isle of the Lost, a place once home to all the villains of folklore.

Despite his rebellious nature, El is passionate and courageous, always standing up for what he believes in. He is fiercely loyal to his family, especially his mother, Queen Elsa. However, their relationship is strained due to their differing views on life and the responsibilities of royalty. Despite his mother ruling with a warm heart, El and Elsa could never quite see eye to eye. El doesn't trust others easily, as he has few friends and prefers to keep to himself.

Standing tall, El has platinum blonde. His brown eyes, always sparkling with a hint of crystal blue, reflect his playful and mischievous nature. El's style is a mix of edgy and trendy, reflecting his rebellious nature. Instead of princely attire, he often wears cardigans, jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots, everything he wears is coated with snowflakes, giving him a rugged and cool appearance. His unique style has made him stand out among the people of Arendelle, with some admiring him and others viewing him with suspicion.

In summary, Prince El is a kind-hearted, rebellious teenage boy with a unique sense of style and a passion for adventure. He uses his winter magic to bring joy to others while struggling to find his own independence and free himself from the expectations of royalty. Despite his mischievous nature, El is a loyal and courageous prince who is always there for his family.

Fun facts about El and Arendelle

-El is an only child

-Arendelle is cut off from Auradon as is Wonderland. I imagine like the Queen of Hearts, Elsa also fought against Beasts rule

-Elsa and the Beast have a history

-El will grow a strong friendship with Red, who sneaks into Arendelle

-El has four cousins (Anna and Kristoff had 4 kids)

[bloody-vampires606]

Apocalyptic Lovers

Deathbound Fic | Otto x Caine

A/N - This is my first time ever posting a fic to Tumblr. If there’s like any etiquette or anything else I should know before I post any of my other writing here please tell me. Otherwise, enjoy this introduction to my characters!

 !! Trigger Warnings !!

Mentions of Surgery, Blood, Scalpels, Cutting, Scars, and a lot of really weird flirting. Read at your own discretion!!!!

It was late, or maybe it was just early. Such distinctions were an irrelevant issue for the people in the apocalypse. Otto has found a place sitting in bed besides his lover. Otto’s hair was a mess, the platinum streaks of his bangs were spread across his face as his black ponytail began to slip out into a mess of long hair. His dark eyes were hazed with an air of exhaustion from a long day. Otto’s lover, Caine, was reading a tattered book that he had found amidst the chaos. His face looked aged, even more than it already was in the darkness. It was simple, life was simple when the rules of society seemed to fade alongside of the normality of the word. Of course, people kept their sanity, most people still acted how they did before. Just the shackles of the world were broken, not the people inside it. That was a general statement that excluded both Otto and Caine

”Caine, you should stop reading. It’s the only time we get where we don’t have to worry about work.” Otto whined while staring up at Caine. Caine sighed, setting aside the book onto a nightstand before turning himself to face Otto. A bright smile came across the doctors face as Caine looked his direction. More-so, he was looking directly at a scar that covered Caine’s chest. It was raised and still red, it only seemed to grow with time. Otto adored it, and he adored when he could stare at Caine without a care of who saw.

”Lutz, did you just want to stare at me?” Caine asked Otto. Using a nickname most patients gave him, along with Caine. The two lovers were more than just a couple, Otto was Caine’s surgeon. Of course, such a situation didn’t occur from an odd tension but rather an infatuation.

Dr. Otto Ludwig was not just a pharmacist, or a surgeon. But rather he was fond of experimenting, and that included doting on his boyfriend. Caine was also an abnormal figure, in a zombie apocalypse, Caine shouldn’t have been alive. He had been infected, and without such a doctor, he would be dead. It was an obscure coincidence which shouldn’t have end in the way it did with the two. There was one circumstance which led to their interesting dynamic.

They were both crazy. Well, not in a typical sense of mental illness and other disorders of the mind. But in the way that both of them had a weird sense of romance, and also a skewed sense of morality.

”I love staring at you. You’re adorable! Such a precious scar and face, and when I think of it I wish I could open you up right now!” Otto said, his excited smile always managed to charm Caine. Otto’s way of flirting (if you could even call it that) had Caine wrapped around his finger.

”Jesus. I don’t know how I ended up here with somebody like you.” Caine scoffed. He attempted to seem mad, or even disturbed by what Otto had said. But it was all a simple facade that Otto saw right through. Caine could control his voice, but he couldn’t control his face and his tendency to go red. Otto just smiled brighter at Caine’s bright face. Otto adored Caine, especially in moments where his toughness subsided into a softness that most would never see on the former infantry rifleman.

”Well it was all just a weird coincidence. I never thought i’d find such a perfect person. You scar beautifully, god if I had a scalpel I would just,” Otto paused. Caine’s light expression began to sour as Otto fumbled around in his pants pockets. His face lit up as he suddenly produced a sharp blade. “I forgot I had this! Now I can cut you up just how I want too.” Otto said, his voice heavier as he leaned into Caine.

Despite the crazed doctor inching closer with his blade in hand, Caine sat still. He was even beginning to lean closer as the back of the scalpel ran under Caine’s chin. Caine swallowed hard as the back of the scalpel traced further and further down. It ran along the sensitive areas of the large scar. Caine’s breath hitched in his throat as Otto flipped the blade. Drawing a small amount of blood from the wound. His face held a sadistic smile as he looked up at Caine.

“That smile always kills me, Lutz. I wish I could hate the way you smiled, but it’s just too cute.” Caine said, staring down at Otto. He smiled more as he continued on the light trail down to the bottom of the scar covering his sternum. A light trickle of blood began to pool at the blade as Otto pulled it away and set it aside on the nightstand behind Caine. As Caine’s body relaxed, Otto rested his head along the small cut.

”You’re warm.” Otto muttered. His body easing into a full tranquility. Caine, despite the fact that he had been cut open and proceeding laid on, just rested his hand over Otto’s head. Otto hummed, happily laying on Caine. Blood beginning to stain his cheeks as Caine rested his head back on Otto.

”I love you, Lutz” Caine said, smiling as he rubbed circles with his thumb on Otto’s head. Otto just incoherently muttered back. Caine knew it was a loving response. They may have been crazy, or even be completely insane. But love worked differently, so for them. It was just fine.

[bestjcoletracks]

"No Role Modelz"

The third song I will be mentioning on my list of the best J Cole tracks will be “No Role Modelz ''. “No Role Modelz” is one of J Cole's first hit songs coming from the album “2014 Forest Hill Drive”. Even if you aren't a fan of J Cole, there’s a pretty good chance that you've heard this song whether you remember the name or not. “No Role Modelz '' went on to be the longest charting song in spotify history. The track earned itself a platinum certification, due to its impressive billboard charting. However this song's well deserved recognition isn't the reason that it's on this list, No Role Modelz holds a special place on this list.

No Role Modelz is the song that introduced me to J Cole, which led me to like and enjoy his music. As a kid, No Role Modelz would be one of the songs my sister had repeatedly played in the car. This led to me looking more into J Cole and his music, which is why I now enjoy his music. This song throws light on J Cole’s journey to success without having a role model growing up. As a kid, you usually have someone to look up to, whether its a mother, father, or someone to help shape your future. In Cole’s case, he didn't have a role model growing up to help him shape his music career. He implies that even with a lack of guidance and an absence of positive influences, J Cole has still made out to be successful. The message brought to light is that even in a sense of isolation, struggling to find someone to look up to, there's always a way out. Cole also gives out a narrative to respect others' decisions despite the outcome. The chorus of the song is “She don't want to be saved, dont save her” which implies that we shouldn't try to save those who don't want to be saved, even if those decisions do not align with what others perceive as best for them. Lyrics so simple can have such a deep meaning, that's what's really impressive about J Cole, and why this song is on my list.

[3rtechnology]

What Can Be Recycled in E-waste Collection Bins?

Our modern lives are filled with electronics. From smartphones and laptops to televisions and gaming consoles, these devices keep us connected, informed, and entertained. But what happens when they reach the end of their lifespan? Throwing them away isn't the answer. This discarded electronic clutter, known as e-waste, is one of the fastest-growing waste streams on the planet. The good news is that a significant portion of e-waste can be recycled, conserving resources and protecting our environment. But what exactly can go in those e-waste collection bins?

The Riches in Our E-waste

E-waste isn't just unwanted junk. These devices contain a treasure trove of valuable materials. Precious metals like gold, silver, copper, and platinum are all found in electronic components. There are also critical raw materials like cobalt and indium, essential for modern technology but often scarce. Recycling these materials reduces the need for environmentally damaging mining and allows them to be reused in new products. E-waste also contains plastics, glass, and other components that can be recycled into new items.

What Goes in the E-waste Bin?

The material accepted in e-waste collection bins can vary depending on your location and the recycling facility. However, here's a general guideline:

Consumer electronics: This is the bread and butter of the e-waste collection. Smartphones, tablets, laptops, desktops, monitors, printers, scanners, cameras, and camcorders are all prime candidates for recycling.

Entertainment electronics: Televisions, DVD players, Blu-ray players, gaming consoles, and home theater systems can all be recycled.

Household appliances: Microwaves, toasters, kettles, vacuum cleaners, irons, and fans can often be recycled in e-waste bins.

Large appliances: Refrigerators, washing machines, dryers, dishwashers, and freezers usually require special drop-off programs due to their size and hazardous materials. Check with your local municipality or appliance retailer for details.

Small electronics: Wires, cables, batteries (check for specific drop-off locations for these), inkjet cartridges (some manufacturers have take-back programs), and cellphones can all be recycled.

Not Everything Belongs

While many electronics can be recycled, some items require special handling:

Hazardous materials: Lead, mercury, and certain types of batteries can be dangerous if not disposed of properly. These materials are often found in older electronics and require specific drop-off locations.

Light bulbs: Fluorescent bulbs and LED bulbs contain mercury and shouldn't go in regular e-waste bins. Many hardware stores and municipalities have take-back programs for these bulbs.

Smoke detectors: These devices often contain radioactive materials and require specific disposal procedures. Check with your local waste management department for instructions.

Before You Recycle

Here are some tips to ensure your e-waste gets recycled properly:

Data security: Before dropping off any electronic device, be sure to wipe all personal data from it. This includes photos, documents, contacts, and financial information.

Check the condition: Some recycling facilities may not accept certain items if they are badly damaged or broken.

Remove batteries: If your electronics contain removable batteries, take them out and dispose of them separately.

Research your local program: Find out what types of e-waste your local collection facility accepts and any specific requirements they may have.

Ask questions: If you're unsure about something, don't hesitate to ask the e-waste collection staff for clarification.

Recycling Makes a Difference

By properly recycling your e-waste, you're contributing to a more sustainable future. You're helping to conserve resources, reduce pollution, and create a circular economy where materials are reused instead of being wasted. So, next time you have an old electronic device cluttering up your home, don't throw it away. Look for an e-waste collection bin and give it a new lease on life!

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How does the LEED rating system operate?

As an LEED Certification in UAE, Buildings can gain points for fulfilling requirements in interior environmental quality, water conservation, and energy efficiency. A building's LEED rating increases with the number of points it receives. Green Business Certification Inc. conducts a thorough evaluation procedure for buildings to certify them as LEED-certified. This process consists of three reviews: pre-certification, construction, and post-construction. The building also needs to score specific points and fulfill a set of minimal conditions in each category. The LEED rating system strongly emphasizes renewable energy and energy efficiency. When a building uses energy-efficient devices and systems, such as solar panels, LED lighting, high-efficiency HVAC systems, and data analytics platforms, it might receive points. Using renewable energy sources, such as hydroelectric, wind, or geothermal electricity, can also earn points. When a project achieves over 50% of the possible points and attains the silver certification level, it exceeds the fundamental LEED requirements.

Being an LEED Certification in Dubai, another crucial component of the LEED grading system is water conservation. Buildings that use greywater and rainwater harvesting systems and water-efficient fixtures and appliances like low-flow toilets and showerheads can accrue points. An additional essential component of the LEED certification system is indoor environmental quality. It can gain points when a building offers the best possible natural light, thermal comfort, and indoor air quality. Incorporating environmentally friendly cleaning and pest control techniques and granting access to green areas are other ways they can earn points. Building owners and developers find LEED certification crucial as more businesses strive to satisfy the growing demand for green buildings and lessen their environmental effects.  Getting LEED certified can also help a building become more valuable, marketable, and appealing to high-caliber investors.

In our opinion as LEED Consultancy in Dubai, there are four levels in the LEED certification process, each of which denotes a higher level of environmental responsibility and sustainability. These designations, which stand for increasing performance in green building techniques, are Certified Silver, Gold, and Platinum. Achieving Certified status indicates that a building project has met the LEED certification's baseline requirements, earning at least 40% of the total potential points. This level exhibits a fundamental dedication to sustainability, covering essential techniques in material selection, water saving, and energy efficiency. It acknowledges the project's preliminary efforts to reduce its environmental impact. This level incorporates advanced sustainable practices above and above the core benchmarks, demonstrating a considerable commitment to environmental stewardship.

We are renowned LEED Consultancy in UAE, Projects of this category frequently incorporate improved energy management systems, water efficiency measures, and sustainable building materials, all of which contribute to a lower carbon footprint and better indoor environmental quality. Securing over 60% of the LEED points, a building with gold certification has demonstrated excellence in sustainable design and operation. Among other environmental accomplishments, gold-certified buildings stand out for their creative water and energy conservation approaches and improved indoor air quality. These structures are excellent examples of sustainable architecture, demonstrating how careful planning and execution can significantly reduce their adverse environmental effects.

[sepanbanquet]

Planning a Sustainable Event at a Platinum Banquet Hall

In today’s world, where environmental consciousness is more crucial than ever, event planning is undergoing a green transformation. This shift towards sustainability is reshaping the landscape of luxury events, proving that luxury and eco-friendliness can harmoniously coexist. Sepan Banquet Hall, renowned as a “platinum banquet hall,” is at the forefront of this movement, seamlessly blending lavish celebrations with environmentally responsible practices.

The Pillars of Sustainable Events Sustainability in event planning isn’t just a trend; it’s a comprehensive approach that touches every aspect of an event. At the core of sustainable events are three key pillars: eco-friendly decor, green catering choices, and effective waste management. Sepan Banquet Hall embodies these principles, ensuring that every event, while luxurious, leaves a minimal environmental footprint.

Eco-Friendly Decor Redefining event aesthetics with sustainability in mind, Sepan Banquet Hall champions the use of eco-friendly decor. By opting for reusable, recyclable, and biodegradable materials, the hall transitions from traditional, single-use decorations to more sustainable alternatives without sacrificing elegance. Collaborating with local florists, Sepan can incorporate organic and seasonal flowers, bringing nature’s beauty to your event while supporting local businesses and reducing transportation emissions.

This commitment to green decor doesn’t limit creativity; rather, it opens a world of possibilities. From elegant centerpieces featuring potted plants that guests can take home to biodegradable confetti that adds a festive touch without harming the planet, Sepan ensures that your event’s aesthetic is both stunning and sustainable.

In addition to using sustainable materials, Sepan Banquet Hall encourages innovative uses of technology to enhance decor while minimizing waste. Digital displays and LED lighting can be used to create stunning visual effects, from starry night skies to enchanted gardens, all without the need for physical materials that will be discarded post-event. This approach not only contributes to the sustainability of the event but also offers a dynamic and customizable decor option that can adapt to any theme or ambiance you envision.

Green Catering Choices Catering is another area where Sepan Banquet Hall shines in its commitment to sustainability. The hall’s culinary team prioritizes organic, locally-sourced ingredients, embracing the rich flavors of Mediterranean and Mexican cuisine while minimizing the carbon footprint associated with food transportation. This farm-to-table approach not only enhances the freshness and quality of the dishes but also supports local farmers and producers.

Furthermore, Sepan is mindful of the growing demand for plant-based options, offering a variety of vegetarian and vegan dishes that cater to all dietary preferences. These plant-based choices are not only environmentally friendly but also align with the luxury experience, showcasing the versatility and creativity of Sepan’s culinary team. By integrating these green catering practices, Sepan demonstrates that luxury dining can be both indulgent and responsible.

Sepan’s commitment to green catering extends to the way meals are served. By choosing elegant, reusable dinnerware over disposable options, Sepan reduces waste and adds a touch of sophistication to dining. Furthermore, the banquet hall practices portion control and menu planning to minimize food waste, ensuring that each dish is as conscientious as it is delectable. These practices reflect Sepan’s holistic approach to sustainability, where every aspect of the dining experience is aligned with eco-friendly principles.

Luxury Without Compromise A common misconception is that choosing a platinum banquet hall like Sepan might come with a hefty price tag, especially when aiming for a sustainable event. Sepan, on the other hand, erases this notion by providing customisable packages that cater to a wide range of budgets while maintaining the hall’s high standards. This flexibility ensures that clients can enjoy a high-end, eco-conscious event tailored to their specific needs and financial considerations.

Sepan’s dedication to sustainability extends beyond just the services offered; it’s woven into the very fabric of the venue’s operations. From energy-efficient lighting to water conservation measures, every element of the hall is designed with both luxury and environmental responsibility in mind. This holistic approach to sustainability showcases Sepan’s commitment to providing a premier event experience that’s both lavish and mindful of the planet.

Making Your Event Stand Out Choosing Sepan Banquet Hall for your event is a statement in itself. It means  a commitment to celebrating life’s milestones in a venue that values luxury, personalization, and sustainability in equal measure. Sepan’s unique features, from its breathtaking venues to its customizable event spaces, are designed to leave a lasting impression on guests.

But what truly sets Sepan apart are the personalized touches and the hall’s dedication to making each event distinctive. Whether it’s a custom-designed menu that reflects your theme, innovative decor that tells your story, or the seamless integration of sustainable practices, Sepan ensures that your celebration stands out. This commitment to excellence and individuality makes Sepan not just a venue, but a partner in bringing your vision to life.

Luxury Meets Sustainability We believe that the harmonious blend of luxury and sustainability is the future, and Sepan Banquet Hall is leading the way. As a platinum banquet hall, Sepan redefines what it means to host a gorgeous event, proving that elegance and environmental stewardship can go hand in hand. For those planning their next event, Sepan offers an opportunity to embrace this new era of luxury – one that values the beauty of our planet as much as the beauty of the celebration.

Choose Sepan Banquet Hall, where every event is a testament to the possibility of luxury meeting sustainability.

[ledgrowlightsexpert]

If you want to grow cannabis in indoor you need  best led grow lights that can help your plants to grow best way.Many people do not know which are the best led grow light.

so be careful when you buy a led grow light. 

[keepbuckysafe-things]

Complete Analysis of Advanced Platinum Series 450w LED Grow Light

It’s terribly almost like the P300 in several senses, however there are key differences:

It comes with an even bigger coverage

It has additional power (600-watt HPS vs. 400-wat HPS)

It prices additional

It prices additional, that’s true, however in exchange you get an even bigger coverage and additional power. Let’s review what makes this product one in every of the most effective you'll obtain today.

The P450 is constructed all right, that brings it a solid and highly-durable framework. On high of that, it'll look superb in your garden because it incorporates a terribly skilled look.

And don’t worry regarding the noise, as a result of it works swimmingly and quietly. It permits it to provide very little to no sound and to avoid warming. For more detail or Review Read Here.

The Spectral Output:

A grow lightweight is powerful, however if it doesn’t have a whole spectral output, then it'll ne'er build your plants grow as they must.

The P450 comes with a 12 wavelengths system, that is superb as a result of it permits you to urge the foremostout of the Ultraviolet and infrared emission.

It comes with the foremost complete spectrum you'll realize in an exceedingly grow lightweight during this worthrange: From the depths of ultraviolet radiation to the heights of infrared emission.

This mechanism permits it to copy the impact the sun has on plants, which guarantees you the subsequent things: Your flowers and vegetables can grow healthy, robust and grow an out of this world smell and flavor.

Efficiency at Its Best:

Just like the P300, it conjointly comes with 90-degree secondary focusing lenses. This along side the powerful 3W LEDs are the right mix to bring your plants unbelievable and vigorous growth!

And again, the lamps are protected with a 50,000-hour guarantee, that tells you that you simply are getting a wonderful product.

It produces lots of power however it doesn’t consume abundant. you'll replace a 600-watt HPS grow lightweight with the P450 cleanly, all whereas intense solely 250 watts.

And it’s conjointly necessary to notice that it offers the very best PAR per watt rate within the market. Again, this can be a feature you'll realize within the P300, P450 and P600. The key distinction between them is that the coverage and therefore the power (watts).

And finally it’s necessary to means that it’s not like incandescent bulbs that manufacture an excessive amount ofheat, which may harm your plants. This LED grow lightweight can manufacture lots of power while not burning them!

If you're serious regarding conveyance your plants the most effective grow lightweight with an outstandingcoverage, then you would like to travel for this selection, you won’t be discomfited.

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[soupbabe]

Heard you wanted to be spammed with requests-

So uh- Idk if you do platonic headcanons but- maybe platonic Stardust crusaders with a pillar crusader? Doesn't matter what,,, gender the bby pillar person is,,, just,,, sweet pillar babe who's tall af- and totally acts like a doofus at times---

You dont have to do this tho uvu

Stardust Crusaders + Pillarman! Reader HCs

It says Pillar*man* in title, but reader will be gender neutral, I think that's just the species (?) name! Also I like doing platonic requests so I don't mind doing this at all ! <3

Joseph Joestar

He met you around the time he met Santana

You were stuck in the same Pillar as the youngest pillarman, also playing the role of a guard dog before you were turned into stone

The main difference between you and your (uh forced adopted?) brother is that your face broke out in a huge smile and giggles filled the room when he booped your nose and told you to be happy

You were loyal to Kars, but throughout the time in Battle Tendency that decreased due to the realization that he never cared about you and did abandon you without thought

Joseph was there to comfort you through it and you helped in defeating Kars in return

After BT, you were sent to be studied at the Speedwagon Foundation and years later they were able to replicate the red stone of Aja for you

Ultimate Y/N ! Ultimate Y/N !

Sunburn no more

You became a nature deity, similar to Kars

First thing you did when the study was done was prank Joseph into thinking that the Ultimate Lifeform came back

Although it didn't work all too well, your forced down smile and stifled giggles definitely wasn't a sign of Kars, despite the mighty wings you sprouted

You lived with Suzi Q and Joseph for the majority of your new life and you adored being apart of their lives

Also they did make you babysit Holly numerous times even though you had no idea what a human baby looked like until now

Should've learned their lesson when one time you were caught making a rough sketch of what would have been a traditional pillarman tattoo on a 10 year old Holly, claiming that it's needed for her to grow up big and strong like you

Although you weren't a stand user, you had experience fighting ancient supernatural beings stronger than some stand users and you were a deity among men. Joseph didn't wait to take you with him when he found out that Dio was making a return

When Holly got sick and it was clear the crusaders had to go to Egypt, you didn't hesitate to sign up. It was a rare time that you were serious and your loyalty to your aged best friend shined through. You loved his family and you saw Holly grow up, of course you'd be there for him

Throughout SDC, you mostly just laughed at him (mostly during the fight with Mariah) and cracked jokes with him to ease tense situations

Also that bit at the end of the show where he pretended that Dio possessed his body?? He got that from you and you both laughed while Jotaro gave you both a glare

Iggy

Oh my god you barked back.

Y'all gossip with each other in dog, you're a nature deity, of course you can understand him perfectly

Added bonus of your powers is that he naturally relaxes with you

Sleepy gremlin

Jotaro Kujo

It took him a while to warm up to you

You were raised by Kars and Esidisi, dealing people who come off as cold and have occasional outbursts of anger come natural to you

He first doesn't think of you as anything when he first saw you

It wasn't until you sized him up, easily towering over the 6'5" teen, his eyes widened in astonishment a little

He has no problems with you, you're respectful to his mother and you respect his privacy for the most part

You're real bonding moment was when you made a lame, but fairfly obscure, fish pun when beating up the stand user of Dark Blue Moon

You both talked about marine life, he was genuinely interested in your experiences with ancient marine species and types of life before evolution made them what they were today

Although he doesn't like the happy go lucky types of people (they remind him of his annoying fangirls) you'll be the exception

A moment you both really became friends was in the Steely Dan fight

You shot your hand up in excitement, offering to aid in beating the hell out of the cocky bastard that mistreated Jotaro and Joseph

It was a good moment for you both to have light hearted banter and you ended the fight with a smile and a high five

Although persuading Joot to do the high five went more like: "Jotaro please" "No." "Pleassseeeeeee" "*sigh* Leave me alone after this."

I thank that you can't see stands. I can only imagine the endless lighthearted fights you and Star Platinum would have, you both giving each other proud smiles of how strong your friend has become

Noriaki Kakyoin

You gave a welcoming and cheerful aura when he woke up at the Kujo household

Out of all Crusaders, I do like to think that you would think of Kakyoin as more of a little brother

Probably because you miss Santana a bit tbh, red hair and a more reserved personality?? Easy for that to happen

Although you do make sure to keep that distinction between the two separate beings, gotta be healthy bby

You were one to always encourage him to get more out of his shell and be the friend he deserved

He would encourage you to speak about Pillarman society/culture when you both roomed together

One time you pranked him by giving him a handful cherries and giving him a tiny jumpscare when the cherries actually did turn back into your hand

Sometimes you both make fun of Polnareff together </3

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

,,,,big tall gentle giant? Oh my god he would've melted for you at first

He flirted with you first thing after the fight with Avdol, only to be immediately shut down with your laughter

It's not the first time someone hit on you, but his attempt was so cheesy and bad that it was funny

Don't worry he didn't keep on flirting with you though, it was clear that you weren't interested

That and you told him that you were over 1000 years old

You both were outgoing so it wasn't a big surprise that you two got along so well

He actually enjoys your tales of past fights and how it was like not being able to be in the sun for the longest time

That and he asked for hair care tips, your hair is very beautiful to him and to keep it as such even when you were turned to stone? Impressive

You both are dumbasses together, but you're the one to save his ass all the time

Especially during the first fight with Hol Horse, guns can't kill you and even then your skin can create a harsh shell to soften the blow

You just laughed it off, said that it tickled, and encouraged Polnareff to chase after the (now) frightened cowboy

You and Polnareff also have a lot in common too and you both are able to be for each other when it comes to Polnareff's grief over his sister and you technically being the only pillarman alive

Omg Y/N I can't believe you have yourself an emotional support himbo I'm jealous

You're also a wingman/wingwoman for him, years and years of experience (and using Joseph in his younger years as a "what not to do" reference) led you to being the perfect helper in getting whoever Polnareff wants

Muhammad Avdol

He's read about the Pillarmen, but he never thought that they were actually real

So when he met you he was flabbergasted

You and Avdol's friendship is like him unintentionally parenting a 7 foot 5 year old on one of those kid leashes

He knows that almost nothing can cause you great harm, but he still worries

Because of that his favorite form of hanging out with you involves chatting over tea or showing you foods you might not be aware of

In all honesty, it's greatly appreciated since your diet switched from vampires and humans to absorbing like 2-3 raw cows every other week. Your "palate" is not as expansive as you may think

While in India, you were able to buy some Henna and Avdol was very open to you giving him a mock Pillar tattoo

He wore it with pride and was very greatful

Sometimes when he gets homesick you make your arm into a chicken, and although it isn't the real thing, he appreciates it

You also show him ancient Pillar rituals too and it's his favorite thing to listen to

In return, you bother him to show you how to read tarot and tell him about (in your words) "occult business~"

You balance each other out and Avdol cherishes you greatly

When the mission to Egypt was over, he did name a chicken after you btw

[filthforfriends]

On the Kitchen Table

From that Thomas prompt you saw yesterday

ITS DONE BITCHES

Thomas x reader

Word count: 5279

Prompt: "can u imagine the reader and thomas “hating” each other (mainly cause of them wanting to deny the sexual tension and being attracted to one another) so they’re constantly trying to rile each other up until they get into a huge argument over idfk led zeppelin over some other band but it gets really heated and he kisses her"

TW: sex, swearing, angst, conflict

@mywritingonlyfans @damianof @starlettescarlet @cheese-toastie-11 @thomasraggilovebot @mariedeangelis @bjjkko

I doubt that Thomas’s knew how poorly this reflected on your fucking career. No one had an issue with you, absolutely no one, except him. Thomas who wasn’t just Thomas, but was an extremely valuable artist. Famous, profitable, marketable, and actually talented. A rockstar who gave a fuck. He  had the kind of aesthetic you could sell, make a line of clothing from, and have him be the face for. He had an identity on social media which was beloved and totally devoid of controversy, making him a valuable influencer. And it was all genuine. Thomas was ¼ of a band that could push out two platinum albums and two tours in a year, Lauded, beloved, capable, and bullet proof. You had to mitigate all the companies that wanted his signature on a contract, all while lovely little Thomas made your life immeasurably difficult.

“I literally didn’t order this. This is not even remotely what I ordered.” He threw the plastic fork at the container, tipping it over, spilling the contents on the studio floor. Thomas signed like that was your fault too, but at least had the decency to turn back and start picking up the chunks of roasted vegetables. Leo was a good boss, and you had come into this knowing that you'd be doing the grunt work he had a few years ago. So you ran to grab some stain remover for the sake of the studio carpet.

“Back in one sec!”

“Oh yeah, don’t bother helping or anything!” He jeered, just as you ran back into the room with a tub of cleaning supplies you kept in the cabinet right next to the studio entrance. Leo had complained of red wine mishaps during late night writing sessions, so you had been proactive.

“Sorry” you responded automatically, reverting into your customer service voice. You wished you could tell him to fuck off, especially when he rolled his eyes at your apology. “I was getting cleaning supplies so the sauce doesn’t stain the carpet.” You fumbled to put the pieces of yam and squash back in the takeout container so you could just go throw the whole mess in the trash. Your hands kept bumping into Thomas’s as he did the same. It was awkward but you still enjoyed the skin to skin contact way too much, but that was only because you were touched starved.

“Hey, stop, I'll do it. It's my fault I’ll do it!” He said, growing angry as he helped grab chucks of eggplant off the floor. You noticed the thick gold ring on his right hand catching the light. The ring that pulled focus semi-permanently enough to make you think about his fingers in the shower.

“Its okay, this is my job,” you retorted, glaring at his handsome features while he scowled back at you. You tried not to notice the heat from his body or how proximity pulled you. “I’ll clean it, just let me do it.”

“Cleaning is not in your job description , y/n.” Thomas was the only person whose mood was soured by not having to do house work.

“I think I know my role here Thomas, so if you’ll just let me-”

“Stop! Just Stop! Let me do it for fucks sake,” he snapped, raising his voice. You had to focus all your energy on keeping the tears from your eyes. Thomas had truly yelled at you, six inches from your face. The room was quiet in a way that made you realize the other band members had been chattering before. Because this dynamic between her and Thomas was just the norm.

Being yelled at by men was your weak spot, ever since your father did it when you would make the tiniest mistake as a child. It didn’t matter the content, the volume triggered some trauma response. You would have to get over it if you were to work with celebrities, but right now you aren't. Right now you were crying in front of a band you were supposed to personally assist. In celebrity management, you had to take the high road, every single time, without fail, until your toes were all blisters. You felt blistered in this moment, with your head ducked to hide that Thomas had hit a nerve, because that was unprofessional. What was also unprofessional was your inability to speak as you left the room.

Thomas being a brat was old news, he liked to challenge you on small things. He’d hold your gaze like he wanted to eat you alive and despite your best efforts to the contrary, you wanted to slap him lightly then kiss him hard. You’d remind yourself that being attracted to Thomas actually made you normal, not the exception. He was an Italian sex symbol and obvously wouldn’t have become so popular if he didn’t have mass appeal. You were simply recognizing his mass appeal. At least that's what you told yourself. However, there was a moment between his petty provocation and your emotional reaction. In that moment the air was so charged you thought he might electrocute you or find the nearest horizontal service, put three fingers inside you, and make you beg for his cock.

This heavy sexual tension had never been squashed by Thomas’s behavior, because it was never severe enough.Always the push of his pettiness and the pull of your chemistry. But shouting didn’t feel like a game, this felt like a knife to the gut. Your mental space had gone from unsustainable to unstable. You couldn’t feel this way, no job was worth your mental health. So you steeled yourself to finish the day with grace, then you’d talk to Leo.

A knock on the front door startled you, and you realized that Damiano’s and Ethan’s lunch orders had arrived. So that will be the first thing you do now that you’ve decided it's your last day: feed the band. You bring in Dami’s and Ethans food and decide to play the perfect part.

“Here you go guys,” you say brightly. “Victoria let me look at the delivery tracking, and yes it's almost here!” The feeling in the air is heavy, and you feel vindicated that the others had called out Thomas for being an asshole. “Okay so Thomas would you like to order something else for lunch?” You stayed cheerful as you stooped to pick up the old container of his rejected lunch. You spray down the carpet with stain remover, acting as though nothing had happened. If emotional compartmentalization was a sport you’d be an Olmpian. “All right, so I’ll finish cleaning that when you’re out of the studio. Thomas can I get you anything else?”

“No, thanks y/n” he replied. You’d expected him to mumble it, slumped over and avoiding eye contact. Instead he met your eyes and was so somber and apologetic that you wanted to throw out every bad memory and climb onto his lap to tell him everything was all right. You don’t realize how dark a room is until the light is turned on. It was the same thing for our eye contact. You didn’t realize how much Thomas had been avoiding sustained eye contact until this moment when he held your gaze like he was holding your hand.

“Okay, good luck writing.” When you closed the heavy studio door, you pledged to yourself that you would not waver from this position.Undoubtedly, you and Thomas had the chemistry to be lovers in another life. However, the fact that you were so physically close in this one and he couldn’t bring himself to be welcoming was all the more reason to leave.

You pulled your suitcase out from the bottom of the closet and put it on your bed. It felt impossibly heavy and the thought of packing it was exhausting. It was as if all your energy had been drained and you were simply a shell of yourself, staring into the gaping mouth of your suitcase. You decided to text Leo that you needed to talk to him later and busy yourself with some ornate dinner.

Packing after dinner felt more manageable, but it still made you sorrowful. Being a nomad was hard, and you loved this place. You didn’t want to fail your employer or your client and this was both. It was so suboptimal you wanted to just bite the bullet and stay anyway, just ride it out. But oh, mental health is such a fickle thing and you couldn’t put yours at risk.

“Hey, Leo. Sorry to call on short notice.” It was nice to talk to a person with whom I have much fewer pretences.

“Hello, y/n it sounds like you’ve had an awesome day,” Leo answered sarcastically.

“Is it that obvious in my voice?”

“Well, that, and I heard from the band.” You cursed yourself. All you needed was a shitty report from a shitty band member for your file. Not only did it piss you off that the band had gone over your head to complain to you about Leo, but it made you nervous.

“I suppose that if I get fired I was wanting to leave anyway.”

“Oh no, they don’t want to fire you! They were worried they’d offended you.”  Then why did they say absolutely nothing about it during dinner?

“I wouldn’t know, no one has spoken to me.” Lovely, they’ve expressed regret to Leo, but not me. Maybe none of them like me and Thomas is the only one to show it. Maybe they want Leo back.

“Sometimes they speak without speaking, you know? You have to pay attention. There is a reason that they are musicians.“

“I do all my duties, I don’t know how I could pay them more attention.”

“You should ask them.”

“Look Leo, I don’t want to disappoint you but I’m done. I’m packing, I need to leave. I will buy my own plane ticket if I have to. I know how it's going to look professionally, but I don’t care, living here is excruciating. I know I’ll have to deal with difficult clients and I can do that. I can do mood swings and perfectionism and arrogance, but I can’t deal with someone repeatedly targeting their negative energy at me specifically. I shouldn’t have to.”

“You’re right y/n, you shouldn’t have to. I guess Thomas was right when he said he took it too far this time.”

“Thomas, talked to you? He talked to you about me?” You could hear Leo cursing himself on the other end of the line, realizing he said something he shouldn’t have.

“Look I’ve been a mentor for Thomas since he was 16, we’ve been friends a long time. He’s a really sweet kid, but he’s not very emotionally articulate.” Sweet kid. Where is this sweet, sensitive kid, talking to Leo because he’s worried he’s hurt my feelings?

“Leo I really don’t know what to say other than we know very different Thomas’s. I genuinely don’t know the person you’re describing. Like I’m not trying to insult his character, I’ve just never met the person you’re talking about.”

“Well I guess that Thomas has made an ass of himself as much as he described, in which case you have every right to leave.”

“What about my resume? I have a bunch of crappy reports, then it says I didn’t fulfill my contract. No one is going to hire me!”

“Y/n…” Leo began slowly, “Maneskin has never given you a report that didn’t sing your praises. If it weren’t for the Thomas of it all, they’d want to keep you on for the tour.”

“What the fuck?” you thought, clapping your hand over your mouth when you realized you’d said it out loud to your boss. “Sorry, but I can’t believe I’m not touring Europe because Thomas doesn’t like me.” Truly, what could you have done to this man?

“No, no, it's the other way around. They didn’t ask you to go on tour because Thomas thinks you don’t like him, and doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Well yeah I don’t like him, obviously. Or do I? Why could I like him after everything?

“Leo this is the most convoluted bullshit I’ve ever been part of.” At least I can hear my boss snorting with laughter.

“Yes, okay, its something to think on. In the meantime, I will book you a flight for the day after tomorrow. If you don’t want it, you can change the ticket. And no, this will not leave your career in shambles so chill out and drink a glass of wine. Okay? You worry too much.”

You’re in the kitchen, following boss’s orders, pouring yourself a glass of red wine. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, deciding if it's drinkable, when Thomas comes in.

“That's not the best,” he says, gesturing to the wine. He’s meeting your eyes again, nothing malicious or cruel. Thomas opens the fridge and while fumbling for something on the shelf, knocks a tube of garlic paste onto the floor. He makes a precious “oops” sound then meticulously places it where he knocked it from. Were malicious and cruel even accurate words to describe his behavior? Petulant, aggravated, sure, but he never chose anything with weight to make an issue of.

“You know it's really not,” you agreed. “It tastes like disappointment and a headache.” You both smiled easily, Thomas with his face lit from the open fridge. There was something very different about his energy and disposition right now. This was the first time you and Thomas had been alone together.

“It’s what Victoria and Nica left, when they went out.” You made a disgusted sound. “So you really shouldn’t subject yourself to drinking it.”

“Ugh, Chist.” You emptied your glass into the sink, rinsing it a couple times before filling it with water. “No wine for y/n, then.”

“Well you should try this,” Thomas suggested, closing the fridge with a bottle in hand.

“If anyone finds out you keep red wine in the fridge they’re gonna revoke your citizenship” You teased, but regretted immediately because Thomas would take that as bait for conflict and you were so enjoying this gentle peace.

“I couldn’t agree more, but this is a Lumbresco so…” Lumbresco was your favorite, you moved to hop off the counter and look at the label, but Thomas brought the bottle to you instead. It was a Labrusca Rose.

“Thomas what the hell are you doing with a 20 dollar Pink Lumbresco?” you asked, delighted.

“You mentioned that it was your favorite so I thought I should try it.” The look on your face sent him stumbling over his explanation. “When I meet a new person and they tell me their favorite wine I try it and there’s no use trying something if you don’t give it a fair shot. How would I know I liked it if it was a shitty bottle? Buying a crappy bottle would be counterproductive, like I- “ You stopped his rambling with another question.

“But Thomas, why haven’t you opened it yet?” You could actually see Thomas’s walls go up, see his darkness snuff the light of his tenderness out. “Oh, duh! Because its sparkling, it's not like you were going to drink the whole bottle in one go.The only way not to waste it is to share it.” Thomas relaxed back. That was the difference in his disposition, he was unguarded.

“Precisely,” he said, as if everything had been in his control the whole time. “Now for the corkscrew…” He opened the drawer right next to your thigh. This was the closest you’d been, standing almost cheek to cheek, but facing opposite directions. You were alone in the kitchen. When his hand accidentally brushed the top of your thigh, he yanked his it away and stopped breathing. So maybe Thomas felt the same way you did. Maybe that's why he avoided being alone in rooms with you. You have to test that theory now. If you were leaving in two days, you could afford to be bold.

“Thomas” you murmured, and waited for him to turn his eyes from the drawer’s contents to your face. He did so sparingly, which only spurred you on. “You smell really good.” He froze, opening and closing his mouth a couple times like a fish out of water.

“Ugh, I’m not wearing any cologne, I don’t think.” He said, looking down at himself.

“I don’t think it's cologne, you just smell so good.” At this point you observed his reaction. He was shocked, but not pulling away. In fact, Thomas was infinitesimally closer to you. You had to wait a couple beats for his brain to resume functioning, but when it did, he smirked proudly, and you knew he was on the same page. He reaches a hand toward your face, but then you hear a door slam somewhere in the back of the house. You sprang off the counter and took a couple steps back.

Suddenly you’re aware of the entryways to the kitchen, of the windows above the sink. Suddenly the prospect that someone saw made you panic, because maybe you didn’t want to throw it all away. Maybe, if Thomas could find a balance, you didn’t want to throw it all away by fucking your client and leaving in two days.

“Relax, everyone’s out except Ethan, he's just going out to the pool to smoke.”

“He could have seen Thomas. That would be incredibly unprofessional, he’s my client!”

“I get that, will you calm down, it was just the door to the porch.” You loathe being told to calm down.

“It could have been the front door or some other door!”

“But it wasn’t.” Thomas’s arrogance was showing.

“And how do you know that Thomas, how do you know?”

“Because I know what the door sounds like and I made sure it was just Ethan here!”

“But how can you be sure that's what the door to the pool sounds like for sure? That's not possible.” Great, they were arguing about sounds the doors make. Then, you processed the second part of what Thomas had said. “Wait, why did you make sure that no one was here? Were you that confident that we were going to have sex? Oh my god, did you tell them all to leave so we could have sex?!”

“No, they were already going to go out so I could apologize! I just like you, okay?” Thomas matched your hysterics.

“Then apologize! Or is there someone else you need to discuss it with before you discuss it with me?” You were bitter, you had a right to be.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for everything and for this afternoon and fucking all of it! Are you happy now? Is that the apology you wanted?”

“I don’t ask you for anything and you know that,” you said, quiet but powerful.

“Yeah I know that,” Thomas replied spitefully. The way he said it, you wondered if he wanted you to need something from him, so he would give it to you. It wasn’t your job to guess that people had good intentions.

“You don’t consider anything. You don’t know what it is to have my career, to do my job. Okay? Because then you would know-” you point a finger in the direction of the pool, but Thomas interrupts you.

“How can you say that I don’t know anything about you, huh? You’re afraid of how society’s opinion might affect your career? Try getting followed by cameras! Because I’m in a band, instead of an office? There's-”

“Yes, because you’re in a band! The relationships are totally different, saying otherwise would be simplistic.You have more freedom, but for me there are regulations and rules for how I conduct myself!” You were finally able to finish your thought, while Thomas studied you.

“You follow the rules because you’re supposed to, yes? And that makes you happy y/n?” You nod and Thomas walks around the table as he speaks.

“Yes they do! Because I have a career!” you insist.

“So do I.” Thomas said, but he continued talking before you could beat him to the punch. “But that is because we are different people, right? For you to be successful and happy you need rules.” He comes to stand directly in front of you and lifts his finger accusingly. “You call me simplistic. You should try to feel something outside of the little cage you’ve built around yourself.”

“Fuck you!” you growl at him.

“Finally, something,” he says, as if you’d had a breakthrough.

“Fine, then what's your great expanse of emotional experience, Thomas?” You put your hands on his chest and shove him towards the table, where he has to catch himself on one of the chairs. “Playing FIFA and fucking girls with the lights off? Waking up at 1pm? Sounds riveting! Maybe I should try that, maybe-” But Thomas is kissing you. He pulls away for a second to give you a choice, but you grab him by both lapels and bring his body against your own. There's no tepidness, this has been between you for weeks.

Thomas reaches down to thighs and tells you to jump. You spring off the ground at the same time that he hauls you up his body. You love being able to coil your legs around his hips and establishing a vice grip so Thomas doesn’t need to support you. He does anyway, moving his hands up to the soft place where cheek meets thigh. At a slightly different angle he’s be fingering you. You’re both too hot this close, and its making you sweat wonderfully. The fight and arousal have made both your faces flushed, lips plush and pink. The transition to using tongue wasn’t awkward, as the verbal foreplay had rendered both supple.

You arched your back, trying to get closer and tugging at his hair for future reference. Trying to figure out what is too much and not enough, finding that Thomas’s pleasure has more to do with the amount of sensation rather than severity. He makes these little grunts and breathes out hard when something feels good. You grab as big a section as possible at the back of his head and pull, arching your back to get closer. You lick his adam's apple and the hollow at the base of his neck, sweat pooling. His hands knead your soft upper thighs in pleasure.

Thomas then hicks you up higher, so your legs are around his waist. He kisses a line up your neck, then sucks a hickey, hard. He runs your earlobe between his teeth. It's gentler to test the waters, but you don’t like gentleness, you like pain and pleasure in a 1:1 ratio.

“Hard, you can do it hard.” It's the most coherent thing you can say. Right now the primal desire to fuck Thomas was underminning all frontal lobe information.

“Top off.” He held you up, flush against his body so you could use your hands without falling. You unceremoniously yanked your shirt off. Thomas leaned down, getting the muscle that ran along the top of your shoulder between his teeth. He bit down so hard that you felt the muscle spasm in his mouth with glorious white hot agony. You let out an embarrassing screeching moan that surely anyone in the house could hear, but Thomas didn’t put a hand over your mouth. Instead he put his lips by your ear and purred your praises.

“Mhm I thought you’d be a little freak. Already doing such a good job.” Thomas didn’t pull away, he stuck his tongue in your ear. No one had done that before and you figured it’d feel strange, but it was amazing. The wet, hot muscle of Thomas’s tongue was felt acutely by the highly sensitive receptors in your ear canal. He had to grip you tight as you shivered. Getting Thomas’s shirt off in this particular position was difficult, but you could unbutton it. The burnt orange fabric parted to reveal the skin below.

When Thomas pulled you flush against him again, you felt suddenly self conscious. You were so turned on by him that your tights had soaked through, and you were wearing a skirt with no panties. This meant that your wet crotch was pressed against the skin above his belly button. You were totally vulnerable to him. Thomas moved so that your back was pressed against the wall instead of his. This allowed the wall to hold some of your weight, but also for Thomas to press further against you. Thomas hiked up your skirt and leaned into your groin, so your wet cunt was pressed against him as much as possible. This meant that your legs were splaying almost totally open against his waist. Being up in the air like this made you feel small, taken care of, but also at the mercy of your partner.

Thomas must be getting tired by now, but instead he shrugged off his button up and unclasped your bra. When he went straight for your nipples you understood why he wanted you in this position. All splayed out, Thomas could literally feel himself making you wet. Thomas went through the normal, vanilla licking and sucking. When that didn’t elicit a reaction from you, he used his teeth. Just seeing him drag his front tooth against your nipple made you dig your nails into his back. When he did it with force, you almost came, and he felt that when you spasmed, and where your cunt was pressed against his abdomen. You’d lost track of when you’d started making noises, but you needed more. You needed more pressure, more stimulation, and this state of being completely aroused was painful.

When he did put your feet on the ground, your were both so desperate to fuck that when Thomas asked you to lean over the table, you said yes. Before turning around, you undid Thomas’s belt and pants. He watched you, the visual of seeing your hands on his groin an immense turn on. He stepped out of his jeans, then froze.

“Condoms, damn it!” Thomas looked crestfallen in a way you found flattering.

“I’m on birth control, are you clean?”

“Yeah I just got a panel done.”

“So let's do it without. It's better anyway and I want to feel you.” The look of wonder at the proposition of safe, unprotected sex on a mans face never gets old. It's like Disnaeyland but more so.

“Fuck thats so hot.” He rushed forward to kiss you and the urgency was back. You pulled off his underwear and got a brief look at his cock as you turned around. It was long, veiny, and circumcised, even pretty. You pulled up your skirt and Thomas tried to peel back your tights for about 2 seconds before he ripped them apart at the seams, growling. You let out a sound of indignation.

“I’ll get you new ones.” Thomas grunted. You felt the tip of his dick against your hymen for a moment, before he pulled away. Thoomas’s knees hit the ground and his mouth was on your opening. He went in tongue first and sucked, as you squealed. The first finger was easy, but the second wasn’t, which was why he was adding more foreplay to begin with. He was too big, you realized. As Thomas worked on a second finger, he murmured words of encouragement.

“Sweetheart you gotta relax. Relax for me baby, it’ll feel good. You’re safe, relax your body for me baby.” You focused on relaxing your pelvis, breathing deeply. It had been months since your last fuck, but you didn’t figure you’d end up this tight. “There you go baby, you’re doing such a good job. You’re relaxing so good for me, opening up so good.” Once the second finger was in the third came easily and Thomas was back on his feet.

“Do you want me to-” you said, gesturing at his cock.

“No, no, it's fine. You feel ready?” You nodded. “Still okay with doing this here?”

“Yeah, yeah, it's fine” you answered, feeling a little embarrassed. But then you felt the head of Thomas’s cock again, this time pressing in. You took a deep breath, and Thomas sank into the hilt. It knocked the air out of you, so you surged towards the table and he caught you.

“Still good?” You nodded adamantly. The sensation was a surprise but it was also fucking wonderful. The deep ache, combined with Thomas’s stimulating nerves that hadn’t been stimulated in months, was a new favorite. You calmed your body for a moment and hummed with pleasure. In response, Thomas did the unexpected. He kissed the nape of your neck like a lover.

You realized Thomas knew what he was doing when he started by searching for the right angle, instead of viciously thrusting. Soft, yearning moans came from the back of his throat while he kept a reasonable pace. You could feel in the way that Thomas’s body was coiled, that he was holding back until the right moment. You rolled your hips back against his thrusts to coax more vigor from his movements. Thomas moved one hand from the table, onto the hinge of your hip to control your movements. You whined in the back of your throat when he used that hand to bring your body back against him, down his cock.

That’s when he found your g-spot and you wailed, feeling your toes curl against the tile of the kitchen floor. Thomas must have spent at least the next five minutes fucking you hard and deep, with you pressed against and onto the surface of the table. The enamel of the table was cold on your nipple’s and Thomas’s unrelenting pace brought the catharsis of being fucked thoroughly. At some point you’d moved the table half a foot across the room and your feet weren't even touching the ground. Thomas pulled you up off the table like a ragdoll and rested his chin on you shoulder.

“You think you can come, sweetheart? For me?” You couldn’t managewords, but a nod of the head was enough for Thomas to take full advantage of his new viewpoint. The hand grasping your hip moved between your legs. He was looking down, finding the clitorous. Soon he was applying such direct pleasure that you were gasping.

“Too much!” His breath was hitting your shoulder rapidly. You could feel Thomas’s hair, damp with sweat, ticking your neck. The light ministrations on your clit and angle of his cock were so perfect that all Thomas had to do was bite down again, and you fell onto the table in orgasam. You don’t remember exactly when Thomas came, but it seemed that he’d been waiting for you first. He collapsed half way on top of you, both of you with ragged breathing. Thomas moved to sweetly kiss the back of your neck again, a chaste kiss. You opened your eyes to watch him and found yourself being watched, tenderly and with care. You said the first thing that came to mid, in order to fill the silence.

“Thank you.” Thomas chuckled, head resting on his folded forearms.

“Happy to be of service y/n.”

“But I should check with Leo to make sure this is part of my job description. I wouldn’t want any permanent write-ups in my file.” In response, Thomas laughed so hard he fell onto the kitchen floor.

“Careful where you lay your face down”

“Ew!”

Notes: this work is inspired by a prompt anonymously submitted to another blog who invited other writers to use it. I’m not sure of the proper format for that. Also I wrote the entire sex scene high af lol This as far from proofread as I'm willing to post so sorry for all the mistakes.

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