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Hello! Is it okay if you can write mouthwashing headcannons of how the crew members would react to the reader randomly attacking them with kisses? If you want to stick with one person, then I was thinking, Anya? (If you want someone else, then that's okay too!)
Have a great day/afternoon/night
tulpar crew x gn!reader
smooch attack headcanons.
â ïž pushy jimmy. everything else is chill. not proof read.
[note: sorry I've been out for long everyone! I had some stuff come up but I'm doing some progress on the things you guys send! I hope you enjoy these imagines]
[ Anya ]
đŠ giggling mess if done right
đŠ if you do it, please don't jump her.
đŠ sth like swooping in first before kissing her. small signals that it's you.
Her eyes were glued onto the shelf, searching for that one book she needed. It was usually there. Did I misplace it?
Her thoughts were immediately silenced by a hand taking hers, swift yet carefully. Her body tensed up by instinct but when she realized it was you, it had her giggling as you planted soft kisses on her knuckles. You raise the book that you hid from your back while you entered.
"Sorry! I was reading it earlier."
"I don't mind at all, don't worry."
Anya shakes her head with a smile and cups your cheek and you beam. That was one of the small signals she gave that says she's fine with this. She brushes your cheek for a moment as you lean in to her touch, then you feel her carefully tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. You immediately wrap your arms around her waist and lean in for a kiss- kisses. Lots of them. You start off on her cheek, then her nose, her eyelids, her forehead, then a peck to her lips and she was softly laughing the whole time, both from the affection and how ticklish it was.
[ Curly ]
đ©č Not a fan of PDA either. you gotta do it when you both get privacy.
đ©č So you do it with every chance you get.
You spot Jimmy lingering back at the lounge without your beloved Captain? You're beelining towards the cockpit.
Alone in the kitchen? You're on him.
Hallways? Oh, Captaiâin!
Even if he scolds and chastises you for it, he loves it. He does the same anyways. One time though, you were both in the lounge reading together when you eventually got bored. You peek at your partner who was heavily invested at the article when suddenly the item gets pushed away and replaced by you on his lap. Before he could even warn you, you grabbed his face and showered him with kisses. Curly gives in and hugs you, it should be alright since no one's here, right? He'll let it slide for now.
When you part, he had a stupid grin on his face.
"Darling, have I ever taught you how to aim?"
With a chuckle, you shake your head and you both lean in for a kiss.
"How does a lesson tonight in your quarters sound, Captain?"
"Perhaps we could reschedule for an earlier time. How does right now sound?"
"Perfect."
[ Daisuke ]
đș Usually, it's him who does the guerilla attacks. It's a little game you guys play. The more of a surprise kiss streak you have, the better.
đș So far he's on the lead, but not for long.
You had to borrow Anya's lipstick for this. Carefully planned this siege (it only took like 10 minutes). Daisuke had just finished doing inventory, Swansea's back in utility and you're by the storage closet by the hallway and you hear familiar footsteps. In approximately 5.0224 seconds, your target is going to pass by the said storage room aka your location right now. You brace for it, nervous. You push your doubts that it was another person for now and just go for it.
Slamming your partner onto the wall as he squeals, you shut the door and yank on the string to turn the light on. It was dim but you could see the look on his face and you burst out laughing.
"Dude, I thought we had some psycho hiding up in here! I thought I was gonna die!"
"Yeah, you will."
"Fuck you mean by thaâ mpFfF?!"
Your lips smash against his and you could tell some of the lipstick smeared. His awkward tense pose loosens up and his hands move away from the walls to your hips as he returns it and you part as he tries not to chase after you.
"Got ya' good, huh?"
"Whaaaaat?" He drawls out with a voice crack, looking away. "I don't know man, you gotta do that again so we can find out." With a pffsh, you start kissing him everywhere, his beauty marks, his lips, cheeks, jaw, neck, probably even on his collar.
Next thing you know, you both pop out the storage room, Swansea looking like he almost had a heart attack while he stares at the both of you in judgement.
Daisuke had a lovestruck expression while his face, neck, and shirt collars were filled with lipstick marks and yours were smudged on your lips.
[ Jimmy ]
đȘ he hates it. he likes it so much he hates it.
đȘ prefers doing it himself though.
Shitty day as always. He wasn't in the mood and he can't bother you which made his day a whole lot worse. It's stupid, why was he so dependent over your attention. It should be the other way around.
Once you were done with your shift, you decided to find the co-pilot. At his usual thinking spot, chewing on a toothpick.
God, he needs his nicotine.
You were silent, only walking towards his way, too busy with his thoughts to even notice you. Not until you plant a kiss on his cheek and his head whips to your direction, almost bumping heads. You smile and peck his lips this time.
"You okay?"
Were you pitying him?
"Fuckin' peachy."
Suddenly, you were pressed up against the wall, caged in-between his arms and you look up at him confused. He flicks the toothpick somewhere and he starts peppering your face with kisses. It was all soft at first, not until he nips at your lip before kissing you roughly. Your lips would probably bruise later on.
[ Swansea ]
Wake rock was softly playing in the background.
𩱠this can be interpreted as romantic/familial honestly
𩱠he seems annoyed by it but in reality he thinks it's sweet. never admitting it though.
You were busy cleaning up in the utility room while Swansea was repairing some wires when he suddenly flinches and cusses loudly, shaking his hand. He got grounded. Now he's grumbling over where Daisuke was when he needed him to do the work. Probably needed to release his frustrations elsewhere by light-heartedly shit talking his intern. You knew he didn't mean it.
Tilting your head curiously, you moved closer, peeking over his shoulder to watch him work for a moment. And just when he moves his hands away from the box, you hug him from the side and kiss his cheek repeatedly.
"Jesus! Warn a man will ya'?!"
"I'm done cleaning! I'll go on break now, boss!"
"Yeah, yeah." He huffs. Unbeknownst to you, he had a small smile on his face as he continued working. Seriously, who does this to their mentor?
Kids these days.
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description. "and if we don't lose our virginities by seventeen, let's just lose them to each other, okay?" you were serious when you told STILES STILINSKI that in middle school, and now that you're both adults, and both still virgins, you intend to hold up your end of the bargain.
includes. SMUT MDNI 18+, loser! stiles (that's just canon), virginity loss for both parties, fingering, protected sex (hallelujah!), typical nervous stiles, teaching, lots of kissing, childhood friends
wc. 5.7k+
a/n: started this a yr ago and found it and finished it. for my bsf, happy (early) birthday! artwork is the kiss by edvard munch. title from cherry by lana del rey
From below, there was a soft thump of music, upbeat song after upbeat song following each other as whatever playlist your friends decided on played throughout the house. The floors and walls vibrate occasionally, giving you a faint idea of the beat.Â
You wouldâve focused more on it, maybe tried to figure out if itâs a song youâd pressured them into putting into the rotation, if you werenât so distracted by the body steadily moving around your bedroom.Â
You watch Stiles Stilinski, eyes trailing from the back of his faded shirt to the hand holding a red solo cup that you were 80 percent sure was half full of diet Coke. He walks around your bedroom, eyeing the pictures and collectible items youâd acquired over the years.Â
Your own solo cup sat on your nightstand, temporarily living with more trinkets. A photo of you and friends, a few rings you didnât intend to wear tonight, a tube of chapstick that usually sat on your lips in place of the lipgloss you wore tonight, a hand cream. The items you intended to use shortly were stashed under your pillow, purposefully put there for easy access.Â
You had the urge to slide your hand under there and check their location, suddenly fearful that something had happened to them between the time you sat them there and went downstairs to join the party.Â
But doing so wouldâve been too obvious, so instead you sit still on your bed, shoes discarded and your feet folded under you.Â
You continue to watch Stiles observe, your lips tugged into a small smile, remembering just how hyperactive Stiles could be.Â
âAnd this picture. When was this?â he asks you.Â
You lean forward a little, looking around his body whenever he steps off to the side. The photo in question is of you standing at an amusement park, just a year or so younger, a grin on your face as you stood in front of a popular attraction.Â
âEarly last year, my family trip.â
Stiles nods, understanding without details that every year your family went on a trip together, extended and immediate meeting at one location for at least a week. There were times when you were younger when you had to ditch plans with Stiles for your family.Â
He doesnât point out another picture. He rocks on his feet, amber eyes looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly, it occurs to you that Stiles is nervous.Â
Itâs different from how he used to behave when he was nervous as a kid. Then, he would stammer, gnaw on his bottom lip, tap his hands on the desk or his knee. Now his fingers subtly tap against the rim of his cup, his other hand stuffed in his pocket. Heâs silent. He licks his lips instead of gnawing on them and the action directs your gaze right to them.Â
You try not to stare, averting your eyes elsewhere.Â
Scooting over to make room, you let your feet dangle off of the edge of the bed and pat the newly created space beside you. Stiles falters, glancing at your hand and then at you. It takes him a second but he eventually places his solo cup on your desk and skitters towards you.
The bed dips with his weight. He sits a little far from you, basically on the other end of the bed. Itâs silent again. You both stare straight ahead. You wonder if heâll speak first, so you remain quiet, waiting for him to make a move. When he doesnât, you take a breath.Â
âDo you remember when we were in middle school? And we made that pact?âÂ
You look over at Stiles in time to catch him thinking for a second, his eyes squinted and his lips parted. You see it come to him when he turns to face you.Â
âYou mean the whole virginity thing. If we didnât lose our virginities by a certain ageââ 17. If neither of you lost your virginities by seventeen. âThen we would âŠâ he trails off, leaving the last bit in the air.Â
You finish for him. âLose it to each other.âÂ
âYeah.â A beat, a moment where Stiles doesnât say anything and neither do you. Itâs then that you hear his fingers drum against the bed. âBut ⊠but that was just a stupid little pact. We were kids, yâknow?âÂ
You shrug, turning your head to look over at him, fingers starting to twiddle in your lap. âWell, yeah. But I was serious. Were you not serious?â You donât mean to sound as dejected as you do, but it comes out naturally, an accompanying pout forming on your lips.Â
It feels a little manipulative, and youâre trying to get rid of it as quick as it appears, but Stiles already sees.Â
Not expecting the effect on him, youâre slightly shocked when you see him start to worry a bit, nerves pushed to the side as he instantly attempts to soothe you. âWhaâYeah. I mean, yeah. Of course, I was serious. âWere you serious?â D-â He canât continue his rambling when your lips are pressed against his, gloss finally ending up where you wanted it to.Â
He hesitates and you start to worry that you overstepped a boundary. Before tonight, you and Stiles havenât hung out since freshmen year. Lots of things have changed with you since then, and who knows what couldâve changed with him. Maybe he has a girlfriend, or maybe he was serious about the pact in middle school, but he isnât serious now. Maybe he already lost his virginity and youâre just the late bloomer.Â
You make the first moves to pull back, already planning to scoot to the edge of the bed, apologize, and down the rest of your liquor before going back downstairs.Â
But then he kisses you back. Tentatively at first, nothing but a small press of his lips against yours, mimicry of a peck. Itâs a tiny movement, but itâs all you need.Â
You push yourself closer to him, your duvet rustling under your body. You place your hands in his flannel, fisting the fabric as his hands find your back, his palms resting flat along the curve.Â
Eventually, the two of you peel apart, lips separating slowly, leaving both of you to look into the eyes of the other.Â
âWas ⊠is this okay?â Your voice is soft, but not because youâre shy. Your voice is soft because thatâs how this moment feelsâgently, soft, delicate. You feel comfortable in Stikesâ presence, and any timidness dissolves from your body.Â
He takes a second, pretty brown eyes scanning your face with a look youâre not used to seeing on his face. His lips pulled into the hint of a smile at the corners, his eyes soft, a little lidded like they were the one time you got high freshman year. He looks relaxed in the way that he is in the morning right before he wakes up, with no stress present in his body at all. Knowing that heâs like this because of you makes you feel giddy inside.Â
Stiles blinks and cups the back of your head with one large hand. He pulls you closer and places his lips back on yours.Â
Kissing Stiles is nice, to put it simply.Â
He tenderly kisses you with attention. His lips, smoother than you thought with the faint taste of cherry, glide over yours with precision. He doesnât kiss you like heâs starving, but he kisses you like heâs appreciative. Like heâs as thankful for this moment as you are.Â
Youâve always imagined yourself in this position.Â
During late-night talks with your friends where you discussed crushes each of you would never get over, Stiles was always the first person on your mind. When you lay in your bed at night, sleep just out of reach, youâre only able to get closer to it with the thought of someoneâwith the thought of this.Â
Truth be told, you didnât expect him to kiss so well. His lips move with a bit of hesitation as if heâs still testing the waters, but his hold on youâlarge hands on the back of your head and the middle of your backâ is secure. He keeps you in place, not like youâd want to be anywhere else.Â
You move even closer until your knees knock together. You donât know if itâs a reaction, but Stilesâ hand moves lower until his pinkie finger is against the small strip of skin left bare by your shirt and your jeans. His touch is warm, and it ignites something low in your belly, making you aware of a feeling youâre suddenly desperate to reach.Â
You start to kiss him with a little more fervor, the change instantly picked up by Stiles who matches your energy. He guides both hands onto your back, sliding them lower until they rest at the top of your ass. He circles his grip around solely your hips and digs his fingertips into the meat of your skin. When he tugs you closer to him, thereâs nowhere left for you to go. Itâs only logical that you straddle his hips instead.Â
You throw one leg over both of his, giving him unobstructed access to slide both of his hands down to your ass, the palms cupping the shape through the denim. You want to keep kissing him, but the small inhale of air through your nose isnât doing much, so you pull away, instantly making it your goal to get as much air as you can as quickly as possible so you can go back to him.Â
Stiles, though, wastes no time, his lips latching onto the skin around your jaw, kissing down your neck, reaching your collarbone. Youâre incredibly thankful that you decided to wear a revealing shirt tonight, leaving the tops of your tits visible, open to Stilesâ lips. He presses kisses into the tops of your breasts, spurred on by the way you grip the back of his head with both of your hands. You throw your head back and breathe languidly, taking in slow gulps of air and letting them out even slower.Â
The straps of your tee shirt fall down and then Stiles stills. You dip your gaze down to look at him, noticing how heâs staring straight at where heâs been pressing his lips. Your shirt still sits over your tits, but barely. If you relaxed and leaned forward a bit, the fabric would fall around your waist.Â
Stiles looks up at you, his eyes wider than they have been all night as if all of it is suddenly dawning on him. âAre you sure? Do you want to stop?âÂ
You shake your head, hands starting to twitch at the back of Stilesâ head with anticipation. You run them up, fingers curling into his hair. Stilesâ eyes flutter shut and the image is breathtaking. It makes you wonder if he likes his hair pulled. Something youâll have to try out eventually.Â
âIâm sure,â you assure him, âbut if you want to stop, just tell me, okay?âÂ
His small smile makes your chest a little tight, a deep breath just barely getting rid of the feeling.Â
âShouldnât I be saying that to you?â His head tilts and he looks fucking adorable. You want to see Stiles like this as often as you can, even outside of the capacity of fucking around.Â
You shrug, hoping you look half as cute as he does. âIt can go both ways, canât it?âÂ
And you canât resist him any longer, needing to have your lips back on his. Itâs quickly becoming an addiction, kissing Stiles Stilinski. You kiss him with hunger this time, tasting the lingering vanilla Coke on his tongue. Your teeth clack a few times, the sound and feeling both unpleasant. So why do you keep letting it happen?Â
Itâs definitely because youâll let Stiles do anything to you. Thatâs why youâre completely pliant even when he flips you over.Â
Itâs quick, and a little devoid of grace, but it does the job.Â
You end up with you on your back, legs bent at the knees and spread open. The warmth of Stiles kneeling between your legs is comforting. Itâs nice to feel crowded like this, but it doesnât last for long. Stiles is kneeling between your legs for only long enough to kiss you once, and then he stands at the foot of your bed, staring down at you.Â
You know you look a little disappointed, a pout probably on your lips, but when he leans down and reconnects your lips one more time, youâre smiling again. As he pulled away the tip of his nose brushed against yours as his eyes opened just enough to stare fondly at you.Â
âIâm gonna take your pants off. Is that okay?â He asked you, hands already settling on the fly of your jeans.Â
You nodded, your noses playing with each other with the movement. Stilesâ need for consent was driving you crazy in the best possible ways. Itâs like you could feel arousal steadily gushing out of you, increasing tenfold when he stood up fully and positioned his hands at the waistband of your jeans.Â
His eyes found yours once more, seemingly checking for any indication that you wanted to turn back. There was none deep in your body, and you hoped that your face hadnât betrayed you and displayed any apprehension. To ease your worries, you gave Stiles a gentle smile, feet digging into the bed beneath you as you lifted your hips just a bit.Â
Stiles took your answer in stride, slightly shaky hands peeling the button out of the hole, then sliding your zipper down until you saw the cherry-printed fabric of your panties. Stiles took a manual breath at the sight, hands halting as he just stared for a few seconds. He blinks twice, then hooks his fingers in your waistband and tugs your jeans over your ass, down your thighs and legs, and off around your ankles and feet, leaving you half-bare in front of your lifetime crush.Â
Youâve always known that Stiles is one to stare, ogle even. When you were in the same fifth-grade class, he would spend lunch looking across the room at a certain redhead. When you constantly watched a horror movie together the summer before sixth grade, Stiles would shamelessly stare at the main character, even when she had one of the most brutal death scenes youâve ever seen.Â
Ogling is something Stiles is known for in your book. But having that directed towards you feels different. It makes you a little nervous, teenage jitters fluttering low in your belly, making you wring your fingers together and gnaw on your bottom lip.Â
Stiles, realizing that heâs staring for once, takes a breath, his hands hovering at your hips before it reoccurs to him that heâs allowed to touch you in a moment like this. Youâve permitted him.Â
His hands shake as they approach your hips, but they steady when warm flesh meets warm flesh.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â he tells you, voice soft and earnest. The moment is tender, itâs vulnerable, and it makes you slightly uncomfortable.Â
âIâm not even naked yet.â Itâs your attempt at a light joke to ease the heavy tension thatâs suddenly painted itself on the walls of your room, surrounding both of you, trapping you in the very thing youâve wanted since you were young. But having it makes you uneasy, the uncharted territory suddenly a whole lot scarier up close.Â
For once, Stiles doesnât take the bait. He doesnât crack a joke back, he doesnât make you double over in laughter with his sarcasm. His amber eyes look at you, his pink lips curl up into a smile, and he tells you, âYou donât have to be naked to be pretty. Youâre beautiful.âÂ
And youâre sure that your friends will tell you that itâs a little cheesy when you tell them every single detail of this moment, but you donât care about that right now. Right now, your heart is soaring in your chest and your entire body is alight and you need Stiles Stilinski in ways you didnât even think were possible.Â
Your breath hitches. You lick your lips.Â
âStiles,â your voice is softer than you intended, it makes the moment even more tender. His eyebrows lift and you continue. âI need you to touch me. Please.âÂ
He wants to, you can tell he wants to. But something is holding him back and you think you know what it is.Â
âI can teach you how. I can tell you what I like.â Not like you know much, either. Only things youâve learned from your own explorations.Â
He nods, eager, and his hands find the hem of your shirt. âI wanna all of you. Is that okay?âÂ
Again with the consent. It makes your vision swirl for a second, two blinks bringing Stiles back in focus as you nod and sit up completely, arms over your head so Stiles can take the top off.Â
Your bra and panties are the only garments left, and you look down at your frame, a surge of confidence overtaking you as you reach behind you and unclip your bra.Â
It falls and the sound Stiles makes would be comical if it werenât for the situation. Actually, it still is comical, you just stifle your laugh for his own sake.Â
His pretty eyes are having some serious tunnel vision, eye line straight at your tits. You sit a little straighter, puffing your chest out just enough to make you question if drool is starting to pool at the corner of Stilesâ lips.Â
You know that this is the first pair of tits Stiles has seen in person and the revelation makes you even more proud of the set you sport.Â
You eye Stilesâ frame, suddenly all too aware of the stark contrast in clothing.Â
You squint at him accusatively. âAre you gonna even the playing field?âÂ
He blinks at you dumbly once, twice, and then he looks down at his dusty blue shirt. âOh!âÂ
He rushes to throw his flannel off and does the same with his shirt off, barely even giving you enough time to do some admiring of your own before his hands fumble with the buckle and zipper of his cargo pants, his legs were suddenly useless as he awkwardly stumbles out of his pants. When he stands up straight, thereâs a proud smile on his face that makes you giggle just a little, and just that one moment eases any tension or nerves you are feeling.Â
Because this is Stiles. Your Stiles. The kid with the hangout house who would always invite you over after school for movie marathons. The kid who would quickly let you copy his homework before the teacher got to you. The kid who would always wave to you in the hallways, even when your cliques were completely separate and you hadnât properly spoken for months.Â
And now heâs watching you climb further up your bed, following after you, a hungry gaze in his eyes as he trails his eyes over your body from head to toe.Â
His hands find your hips once more, his touch light as he trails it down. His fingertips graze over the tops of your thighs, then they find your inner thighs. His touch makes your legs part more, some reference to the Red Sea hidden in there deep beneath all of your all-encompassing hormones.Â
Stiles watches between your legs while he brings two fingers to your center. They trail down, separating your lips, letting the tips of his fingers add pressure that already has you wanting more. You gasp, just a small sound thatâs accidental, and Stiles licks his lips, a determined look in his eyes.Â
Itâs a sudden movement when he pulls your panties down and off, tossing them at the foot of the bed where the rest of your clothes sit. Thereâs not even a moment for you to even imagine being insecure or uncomfortable with your bare skin. Stiles is already positioning his hand at your bare cunt, fingertips just millimeters away from connecting with your skin.Â
He wants to act, you can see it, but he doesnât. Instead, he waits, he hovers, and he glances up at you. âI ⊠I donât,â he takes a second to breathe, and you let him finish. âWhat do I do?.âÂ
Thereâs just the smallest amount of shame hidden beneath his words, but you donât let it exist much longer when you soften your eyes.Â
You sit up, reaching out for him. âStiles,â his eyes lift to connect with yours, the furrow between his eyebrows starting to relax. âThereâs nothing to worry about. Okay? I want you, like really bad, if you canât tell.â Thereâs just enough amusement in your tone to ease the tension, Stilesâ lips turning up into a satisfied smile.Â
He leans forward, presses his lips to yours once, and then slides his middle finger into you, slow and steady, met with just enough resistance to showcase your inexperience. His pace is slow, almost tortuous as Stiles slides the single finger in and out.Â
The depth that his slender finger reaches is enough to have you begging for more. You lift your hips from the bed and push your pelvis out toward his hand, with a plea for another digit leaving your lips.Â
Stiles easily complies, sliding his ring finger in to join his middle. The stretch burns for a second, but youâre fucking dripping at this point, and the haze in your mind combined with the lubrication prevents any possible discomfort. Instead, youâre focused on directing Stiles, directions filling the air along with your moans.Â
He listens easily, something youâre more than thankful for, especially whenever his fingertips brush against a spot that sends a tingle up your spine, and heâs finding the spot to abuse over and over again as soon as you tell him where it is.Â
When your eyes peel away from the ceiling, and youâre able to keep them open enough, you connect with a set of warm brown that lights your body. Stilesâ eyes are so attentive. You donât think heâs been looking anywhere but at your face this entire time, despite your sheer nudeness. His lips are parted, still glistening with your gloss and saliva. His eyes are wide, never straying from you, eyebrows raised just enough to give the look of innocence.Â
But nothing is innocent about the way his free hand is palming his dick through his briefs.Â
Your eyes find the tent accidentally, a blink that sends your gaze downward for just enough time for you to pick up on the bulge beneath checkered boxer briefs. You canât make out the size from here, especially not with the slight blur in your vision, your eyesight unsteady even as you try to blink it away.Â
You start to speak, to ask Stiles for what you really want, when he does, too.Â
âI wanna feel you.âÂ
âI wanna taste you.âÂ
Both of you sit still, Stilesâ fingers stopping, too. He stares at you as if heâs shocked that the words came from his mouth, and there are three blinks shared from each of you before your hips move again, chasing a high you had briefly forgotten about.Â
âCan we do that next time?â The words leave your mouth surrounded by gasps, little breaths that prove how worked up you already are.Â
âNâŠNext time?â His stutter is cute, a little flattering, and youâd spend more time thinking about it if you werenât on the cusp of an orgasm. Stiles has started moving his fingers again, pace just a little faster, fingers starting to curl at an angle that has your hands fisting the sheets.Â
You nod, muscles starting to tense. âYeah. Next time. Just need you so bad right now, Stiles.âÂ
âYeah.â He nods, stares at you, and then nods once more. âOkay. Yeah.â Youâre close, so very close, and then Stilesâovereager, enthusiastic, about to blow his pants Stilesâpulls his fingers out.
The noise that spills past your lips is completely accidental, almost guttural. Itâs deep, and comes from the part of you thatâs so obviously frustrated (the part of you thatâs purely hormones and no logic). Stiles looks startled for a second, a string of curses coming past his pink lips as he fumbles off the bed and towards his pants.Â
âShit. Were you about to cum? Iâm sorry, fuck, thatâs totally my bad.â Heâs speaking to you, but his eyes are watching his hands which ransack his pockets. He doesnât find what heâs looking for, the thud of jeans and a leather wallet hitting the floor alerting you.Â
âWhat is it?â Your tone is a little more bitter than intended, but youâre disastrously horny and Stiles is under too much duress to notice.Â
âI donât have a condom,â he tells you, voice wobbling like itâs the worst news in the world. Like heâs telling you about the impending doom thatâll fall onto this plane of existence. His face is the most serious youâve ever seen, and itâs a look you donât really like on Stilesâ usually happy-go-lucky face.Â
You donât bother replying as you dig your hand under the pillow, ignoring how Stiles stares at you like youâve lost your mind.Â
Itâs not until you whip out the two condoms you have, pinched between your middle and pointer finger like youâve seen in countless movies, that Stilesâ face relaxes.Â
âI came prepared.â Youâre proud when you say it, happy that your anxiety-ridden over planning paid off in the end.Â
Stiles looks relieved, too, quickly resuming his previous spot with one of his hands reaching out towards the aluminum packet between your fingers, except this time without his boxers.Â
You try not to stare, truly, but itâs hard to keep your eyes from tilting down to look at his hard dick between you both. You're trying to calculate the length-to-girth ratio, making educated guesses on just how much pain and how much pleasure youâll be in, but youâre just too busy taking it all in.Â
Looking at the thick happy trail that leads down to the patch of pubic hair resting above his dick. His abdomen is tight, something youâve known from the times heâs changed in front of you, too busy ranting about Coach Finstock to notice the way youâd stared at him. Now, you donât care if he notices. Because Stiles is fucking hot, even more so in his position.Â
His eyebrows politely furrow when you pull the aluminum out of his reach, his lips starting to form a question that you already started to answer.Â
âLet me put it on. Please?âÂ
Stiles short circuits, you can see it with the way he dumbly blinks at you. It takes some prompting from youâa simple raise of your eyebrowsâfor him to nod, retracting his hand and sitting back on his heels.
âGo right ahead,â he confirms, his hands resting on his thighs.Â
 You rip the packet open and pull the condom out, throwing the aluminum in the general direction of your nightstand, leaving it there for you to deal with afterward. Placing your fingers over the condom in a mimicking shape, you press it onto the tip of Stilesâ dick, instantly cataloging the way itâs just barely flushed the same color of his lips with a bead of nearly translucent pre cum drooling off to the side.Â
The pre smears over his skin as you glide the condom down, allowing yourself to feel the warmth of Stilesâ dick in your hand as you go down. You donât see it, not when your eyes are staring intently at the cock in front of you, but Stilesâ eyes have fluttered closed above you. His lips have parted, his nostrils flaring just a bit with the exhale he lets out. Heâs getting off to you putting a condom on him, and you only catch the tail end of it when you throw a curious glance up at him once the condom is seated completely over him.Â
âGood?âÂ
He nods, opening his eyes to stare down at you. âFucking great.â
You lay back, spread your legs, and let Stiles back in.Â
He hovers, asks you if youâre okay, and as soon as you nod, he presses the tip of his cock against your entrance.Â
When your friends ask you about it later, when they press you for details and inevitably come to the question that everyone wonders about, youâll tell them that it hurt. Because it did. More uncomfortable than anything, a feeling that you had to breathe through. Luckily, Stiles was there coaching you through it.Â
Demonstrating breaths that he repeated with you, gently nodding even when his face screwed up. You could see the way he was holding himself back, the veins in his arms prominent as he held your hip with one hand, the other pressed into the pillow beneath your head.Â
âKeep going?â he eventually asked you. Excitement clearly flooded his eyes when you nodded.Â
He gave you slow thrusts, deep and meticulous as if he were terrified of hurting you, and he was. He kept glancing from the sight of where the two of you were connected up to your eyes, watching attentively for any sign that you wanted to stop.Â
But it never came. After the initial discomfort, you hooked a leg over Stilesâ back. Itâs like a switch flipped, telling you that you needed as much Stiles as you could get. He was in you, yes, and he had his hands over your body, but it wasnât enough.Â
Stiles could give you his all and it still would never be too much.Â
âMore?âÂ
You nodded. âMore, please.â
Stiles was eager to obey your request. He didnât give it his all, you could still feel the restraint in each of his thrusts, but he gave you more. He drove into you with a little more power, holding his punches towards the end. The drag-out happened faster, as did the slide-in.Â
It was a steady pace, rhythmic enough to provide stimulation. You wonât cum from just this, itâs obvious to you, but this is good. It puts a tickle in your lower belly. One that flutters around your insides, twisting them every so often.Â
You feel so good, euphoric, even. At this moment, you understand the claims of post-sex glow. How could you not glow after this? Itâs like Stiles is a fucking natural. There are a few moments where heâs a little off, but he picks up where he left off. He seems confident, and undoubting of his abilities, and it only makes everything better.Â
Stiles groans and youâre brought back. You stare up at him, taking in as much as you can. The freckles and moles dotting his face and shoulders, the slight sunburn he has over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, how his hair falls over his forehead, a few strands sticking to his pale skin.Â
Heâs so pretty. You donât know how you ever thought you would have gotten over him. After this, you donât think you ever will get over him.Â
He leans down and knocks his forehead against yours.Â
âYou feel so good,â he admits. He sounds so honest and it turns you on.Â
You curl your fingers in Stilesâ hair, pulling only a bit, but the reaction is still there. The sound he makes resembles a whine. Itâs addicting. You want to hear it again.Â
So you pull Stiles further down and suck on his jaw, combining it with another gentle pull of his hair. He doesnât make the same sound, not immediately. At first, he moans, clean and simple, and then your cunt flutters around him and he whines again.Â
Itâs such a pretty sound.Â
He starts to fuck into you messily, lacking any of the precision from before. His thrusts become more shallow, and you watch his features relax.Â
âAre you close, Stiles?â you ask him, although you think you know the answer.Â
He nods. âYes. Yeah, âm so fucking close.âÂ
He takes his hand off of your thigh and searches. You donât realize what for until he finds your hand. More fumbling and then your fingers are interlocked. Stiles presses your hand back into the pillow, the secure weight of his own hand keeping it there, and then he presses his lips to yours.Â
He kisses you for a second, and youâre able to reciprocate for the sole moment. But youâre close, too. You can barely reciprocate when youâre as focused on your own orgasm, everything else pressed to the back of your mind.Â
You use your free hand to tweak your clit, speeding your pace up when you realize that Stiles is just a few thrusts short of cumming.Â
When he does cumâshooting into the condom with a final thrust, his forehead resting on your sternum as his grip on your hand tightensâyouâre not far behind. Stiles weakly thrusts into you a few times and itâs during the second one that your muscles seize, an orgasm unlike anything else youâve ever felt taking over your body, your middle finger absentmindedly rubbing against your clit as you let the orgasm wash over you.Â
It takes a minute for both of you to come down. Stiles stays hovered over your body, his forearm keeping him up as he relaxes the lower half of his body onto yours. A couple of minutes pass before he even makes an attempt to move, and even when he does, he keeps your hands interlocked.Â
He speaks first. âPlease tell me that was as good for you as it was for me.â
You nod, unable to do anything other than blink up at the ceiling for a second. Eventually, you tell him, âYeah.â
Itâs not much, which Stiles is quick to comment on. âAre you sure? You donât sound sure.â
ââm just a little out of it right now, Stiles.â When you turn your head to look at him, heâs smiling like heâs proud of himself. You scoff, weakly kicking his shin. âDonât be a dick about it.â
âSorry. Iâm just definitely gonna be thinking about this for a while.â
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FEEL BETTER YET? - MS
No Nut November - Day 7
NNN Masterlist...
-†When you are on your period, Matt is always there to look after you
Every month you endured pain like no other, your abdomen puncturing you from the inside out. It was only 3am but it felt like you had been up for hours, tossing and turning to find any relief. Painkillers failed to aid you and if you moved too much, spurts of nausea floated around your body.
The one thing you were concerned about was not staining your boyfriendâs sheets underneath you. You had already changed a few times in the night, at that point it was better to stay there. The entirety of your body was pushed against the radiator, locating any lingering warmth you could without having to manually do it yourself.
It was agonising, the fact this had to happen at all to you made emotions sky rocket. The trembles of your body matched the way your breathing shuddered when your stomach clenched.
Just as another tear fell, the light above you flickered on.
âBaby? FuckâŠare you okay?â Matt was by your side in an instant, his touch giving you the warm you desperately were trying to clutch onto. He was quietly analysing you and the scene in front of him as his concern increased. Each time you wanted to speak smoothly, the sharp pains constructed you. It just made you whimper in pain and it broke Mattâs heart.
He was used to you having rough periods, but this was on another level. You couldn't breathe. You couldnât think clearly, your mind fogged with the sheer agony within.
âWhy arenât you in bed baby, you couldâve woken meâŠyou know thatâŠâ His tone was gentle and made you sob a few more tears before any words left.
âI- I didnât want to bloody your sheets..or uh bother youâŠâ You looked away once you saw his face twist into one almost filled with guilt. Independency was idolised by you, he saw it in everything you did. But he wanted to take care of you, this was the small sliver he had and he was going to use that.
âIâll be back, okay? Just two seconds my love.â Just as quickly as he spoke, he left. The light above remained on, a signal he was still there. Rustling was heard in the distance but once the pain surged it was hard to focus on. Everything was too much. Towels bunched up around you, trying to protect you from the pain, no matter how much it didnât work.
The sharp pains in your stomach had only gotten worse, even after medication. Every time that Matt crossed your mind it only made you feel so needy, clingy. Like a burden.
Matt returned quickly with his hands full on certain products you couldnât quite make out. âSo first off, I got the chocolates from the fridge I saved for you, and some of those sweets you like to chewâŠâ The packets were held up as he showed them off to you. âI got some of the stronger medications for if you needed to top off with them, uh, I grabbed your socks too and just made a hot water bottle for you. I know last time was a little too hot, so I put some cold water into it as well. â
His gaze finally met your eyes, staring at the pile with tears forming. It was obvious you weren't blinking so that you didn't cry. You knew if you had tried to speak, your emotions would quickly be revealed, if they weren't already by your expression. Your lips switched into a small smile, full of gratitude towards him.
âI- Thank youâŠreallyâ
âAnytime, I mean that. I just want to be here for you, no matter what.â You let out a small chuckle, allowing yourself to finally give into his efforts to take care of you, you needed it in the moment. Not that youâd admit that to him. He quickly placed the items on your his bed before returning to your side.
One arm reached under your knees while the other supported your back as he pulled you to his chest. It was warm and it was safe. You almost forgot about the pain. Almost.
He lowered you onto the mattress on your side of the bed before handing you the hot water bottle, along side your medication and a drink. He wanted to look after you, not overwhelm you. Matt pulled back from you, climbing under the duvet alongside you.
âI donât want you to worry about the sheets or bothering me, just worry about yourself. Youâre my priority and I never wanting you to think that ill ignore your pain. Never ever will I do that to you sweetheart.â His voice was barely heard over my breathing and a part of you wanted to ignore it, you couldnât.
Subconsciously your body drew close towards him, the heat of the bottle inching closer to his skin until your head lay on his shoulder. âFeel better yet?â You nodded slightly. The pain had subsided, the bottle and his words warming the aches away.
âI love you, you know that right?â A soft smile covered his lips, placing a light kiss on your head.
âI love you too..â
This was what you needed.
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Batboys Toxic Traits Headcanons
because no one is perfect, i wanted to get a little dirty with it and imagine what the boys are like when they're a little... too obsessed with you.
tw for romanticizing possessive, obsessive, jealous, aggressive actions haha xoxo
Jason Todd
- scary dog privileges wherever you go with jace, but he is ALL bite with one and only one warning bark.
- when a hand that isn't his brushes your thigh in a club, fingers get broken. when a cat caller thinks his compliment just has to be said to you, he most likely won't be able to speak again for weeks. And god forbid any villain try to use you as bait for jason, they've all learned if they value their life to never touch you. He's all for justice not vengeance until anyone tries to mess with you, then those words always get mixed up in his head.
- sometimes you cant even complain about people, they end up getting randomly harassed by a certain someone until they just move town
- jason is adamant as long as he's alive there won't be a problem of yours he can't solve with a little violence
- your biggest problem is that he struggles to let you have guy friends, obviously the ones he knows especially fellow heroes are more than fine, but he's been known to burst blood vessels when he sees you close and person with men he's never met
- he's proud of it too: "let another man try and touch y/n, it's been a slow night for me." or "i just don't get why you need him as a friend when you have me, myself, and i"
Tim Drake
- tim gets... obsessive.
- he tends to fall hard but with you he brought the house down with him
- before you were officially his he had hacked every security camera in the city to have eyes on you at any given moment
- both for your safety and his own maniacal flirting strategy: you admire shoes but frown at the price tag? tim's buying you the matching bag to go with the shoes he bought the second you looked at them.
- before you knew how insanely in love with you he was, you truly thought he was a mind reader
- well he kind of was, seeing as he scrolled through your search history every night to know which talking points to bring up with you
- once you finally fell for him and set some stronger boundaries he still occasionally found himself double checking your location when you weren't by his side, or lazily purchasing every item on your pinterest boards, he just can't help but dote on you
Damian Wayne
- damian doesn't really get close to people, but as always you were his exception
- however, this means his list of people to hang out with is extremely short, and he saw no problem in wanting to be around you wherever you went whenever he could
- like a kind of tall, dark, and brooding puppy, he quietly followed you everywhere, and when you strictly told him he couldn't follow along, you always noticed a perched shadow just a few building away
- eventually you got used to rolling over to damian coolly watching you sleep or patiently waiting to pick you up from your classes/job, happy just to walk you to your car
- just like jason, damian had a brutal and heartless style of problem-solving when it came to anyone giving you trouble
- too often you found yourself standing in between his rage a massive mistake whether it was nearly assaulting a friend of yours who tried to ask you out or threatening to buy out your entire workplace when you didn't get the promotion you wanted
- forever cooling his rage was worth having his adoration though, and you were happy to have your overbearing shadow follow you throughout your days
Dick Grayson
- for such a bubbly leader, dick often struggled with communication
- always used to bearing his problems alone youd spent too many nights tracking down your own boyfriend only to beg him to tell you what's wrong
- he never understood that you didn't always want to solve his problems, but hold his sadness or hurt with him
- it was the worst when he was upset with you, whether it was jealously or insecurity that crept into his mind
- he'd take off in a rush hoping you wouldn't notice but you always did, either hunting him down or simply waiting with open arms for him to come home
- it would take years to teach your traveling-circus-raised boyfriend that you weren't going anywhere, ever.
- but, this made for many heartfelt nights where he held you and promised you the world, as if you'd opened him up in a way no one else could, pulling forward the most magical and loving side of your sweet boy
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cw: breakup mention. alcohol use. hurt/comfort.
When Katsuki shows up to the exact location you provided him, just minutes after youâd called him out of the blue at 3 am, not even the excuse of being under the influence available to you given the three pathetic sips youâve had of the can of beer in your right hand, you realize you hadnât exactly thought this far.
You hadnât expected him to pick up, and you hadnât intended on leaving a message. Not from a number he couldnât possibly know given youâd changed it about two years ago, and definitely not from you, not after the way youâd severed ties with him abruptly and mercilessly.Â
In his opinion.
⊠Okay, perhaps yours, too.
You had expected the half-groggy, half-livid way heâd answered, the hothead in him not immune to a call that would annoy literally anyone with a modicum of sense, but you hadnât expected his voice to so immediately soften at the sound of yours, to recognize you so readily even.
And now watching him touch down from the sky to where you sit on a park bench, just several feet away from a 24 hour convenience store, you realize youâre not sure what to say.
Still, youâre happy to see him. Enough so, that for a moment, you blink back tears in your eyes, precluding you from seeing how uncharacteristically gentle his red ones are.Â
He tries to play it cool, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark gray sweatpants, a slight hunch in his back accentuated by the snug fit of a black hoodie. A skull insignia covers the front, and you wonder if heâll ever grow up.Â
That was one of your points of contention when you were once an item. Growing up.Â
âHey.â
Katsuki is careful; reticent in his speech as he moves towards you, and you can see him ponder before he takes a seat by your side. You clutch the can of beer in your hand a little tighter, resting your arm upon the knees youâve folded and raised onto the seat of the park bench. His posture is still closed, hands in his pockets, and he stares straight ahead. He lets out a sigh.
âWhyâd you call? Get dumped or something?â
You scoff as you say, âyes.â
Katsuki did not actually expect you to say that and turns to look at you, which has you amused, if only for a second. Youâre not drunk, but you sure are acting it, you think, but perhaps madness from your bout of depression is really settling in.
âMonths ago, though,â you add. You take another sip of your beer, and he watches you wince. He knows youâre not actually a fan of it at all, and plus thereâs nothing intelligent or safe about drinking in the middle of the night without a companion, without a definite way home.Â
He remembers he actually doesn't know where your home is these days.
âWhy did you need to see me?â he asks firmly now, his eyes still focused on the can because heâs afraid of looking at your face and letting old love resurface.
You smile and look at him, resting your head on your knees.
âI didnât expect you to come,â you admit.
âYou called.â
In another world, heâd then roll his eyes at you, but tonight he looks at you steadily and seriously. Perhaps he's the one who has matured, and you havenât. He remains your longtime crush and your longtime crutch, even now, as you feel yourself lose your grip on sanity, embracing madness, regardless of how transient it might be.
Itâs quiet for a few more moments, save for the rustling of leaves as the winds of the witching hour pick up between you, and you let out a soft sigh, realizing he wonât say anything else to fill the silence. Letting your feet fall flat to the ground, you shrug.
âI couldnât sleep and I thought of you,â you admit.Â
Katsukiâs eyes slide away from you quickly, his fingers curling around the edge of the seat at his sides, as if bracing himself.
âItâs been years,â he reminds you. You nod, without looking at him.
âMy heart remembers.â
Itâs cheesy and he doesnât mock you for it. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest.
âI see.â
Youâre suddenly embarrassed, face warmed from toes to nose. He sees. What does he see? That youâre pathetic? That youâre needy? That perhaps you were wrong all these years and even if heâs flown back to see you, youâre the one crawling back to him?Â
You remain in disquiet now, your arms wrapping around yourself for support. You can hear it now -Â If you wanted someone to pat your ass, should have called damn Deku or Kirishima. Iâm not a goddamn booty call. You lost your chance with me ages ago. Donât fucking call me again.
Instead, he takes the can of beer youâve set beside you and takes a sip first, then downs it as you watch. Just as soon as heâs done, he crushes the can and throws it into the nearest recycling bin.Â
He doesn't miss.
âYouâre not an alcoholic. No use pretending to drown your sorrows,â he says. âEither talk about them or donât. Iâm already up anyway.â
Itâs not meant to be a joke or a jab, just a statement.Â
Youâre surprised for a moment but an unwitting smile comes to your lips.
âAre you sure you want to hear me complain in the middle of the night? I have a lot to say.â
Katsuki gives you a look, a raised eyebrow reminding you not to ask any more silly questions, and it almost makes you laugh.
As if you intend to be considerate now of all times.
âWell, it all began with the day I was bornâŠâ
He lets out the softest of groans and lets his head hang back in a dramatic fashion, arms still crossed over his chest, and legs spread. This time your laugh is loud.
Itâs unfair and unreasonable that he still makes you laugh without trying.
And yet he does anyway, and he listens to you speak until the sun comes up.
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Navamsa Observations 8 - Your Future Home
One should check D1 and dasha periods for full accuracy of when and if property/homes come to the native.
This is meant to be a fun post. This is just a few observations from irl charts. Please take it as entertainment.
đ ASC ruler's placement and mars in D1 is important to see the person's ability to be successful and accomplish their goals. Weak or debilitated ASC ruler and mars shows the person is prone to give up in the face of conflict. When these placements are weak, you will need support of others to purchase a home.
đ Gemini influence on 4th in D9 is one indicator for a busy home life. This can manifest as living in a city or other busy area. Or it can manifest as someone who often has people visiting their home - making the home a busy area.
đ Pisces influence on 4th in D9 indicates having an emotional connection with your home. You can desire to live off the grid as pisces can give an escapism theme. EX: You can live in the wilderness, You can live away from noise and the business of society. Or You have a space in the home that is very special to you.
ex: Mercury in Pisces 4th H in D9 - Few neighbours and the home is somewhat hidden - maybe in a forrest type area. If Jupiter is well placed, this shows a big home or land.
With Piscesâs influence you will deeply connect to your home. It becomes your escape from the world. However, from my IRL observations it doesnât indicate a big home on its own. Rather it shows a hermit type energy to the home - somewhere hidden.
đ Sagittarius another Jupiter ruled sign can indicate a spacious home. This can indicate doing renovations or moving at some point. Sag influence is adventurous and will attempt to expand the home in some way. If Jupiter is well placed, this shows a big home or land. You may have religious or educational items in the home too.
ex: Mercury in sag in 4th - It would be considered a big home. There are many rooms some more spacious than others. Mercuryâs influence has family usually visiting and staying for days at a time. Sometimes months!
đ If Saturn is aspecting Jupiter and related to the 4th H, this indicates a small and humble home.
Ex: Pisces 4th H - Jupiter conjunct Saturn in Gemini 9th H - You may live in an isolated location. You may have exposed wood style. The home is likely small. A small home does not equate to an ugly home.
4th House ruler and/or planets in 4th House: Mrigashira: This nakshatra is about getting away. This shows home in an isolated area. A way from the loudness and hustle of society and the city. You can live in a forest-y areas.
đ Aries and Mars influence indicate a small home as well. They often like having a lot of open space to be active. They usually have small homes but bigger backyards.
ex: Aries sun in 4th in D9 - They have a small home that is built beautifully. They live near a park too.
Sun/Leo influence desires something grand. In this case, that manifests through the decor and design. They have a beautiful outdoor grilling area for parties. Your home will likely have a unique stand out feature w/ Leo/Sun influence - ex: House exterior is different from others on the block, Unique colour home, Unique colour door.
đ Rahu influence on 4th in D9 can show someone who purchases foreign items for their home. Or they live in a foreign area - this doesnât have to be a different country, it can simply be far from birth place. You may purchase or renovate the home to fit a foreign style. If rahu is aspecting a well placed Jupiter, the home will be big - especially if conjunct.
đ Mercury influence can manifest as moving a lot too. This can be a manifestation of the busy and activity you deal in the home. If well placed and aspecting Jupiter, you may own multiple homes. This would need wealth indicators to support this.
đ Mercury in 4th in D9 - They will have a library/study or home-office area somewhere in the home.
đ 4th H Ruler conjunct Jupiter in D9 - If unafflicted, this can indicate a big home. The 4th H Ruler should be a planet Jupiter is friendly with like Moon or Sun.
ex: 4th H Ruler Moon conjunct Jupiter - She is house hunting currently and she is looking for a huge kitchen. A perfect kitchen is what she desires most.
đ Cancer & Taurus influence on the 4th H - These individuals usually desire a specific style kitchen. Aspects and sign can provide further insight on what style you will desire. They want the home to be comfortable. Unlike sag & aqua, they will be the least likely to try an adventurous style home. They usually want something traditional. They can be like hoarders with the amount of items they buy for the home. ex: many throw pillows, many photos up, many blankets, lots of closet & cupboard space. They usually dislike moving and will stay put for many years after settling into a home.
đ Moon influence on 4th H - This shows a home with many sentimental items. If moon is well placed like libra or taurus, a beautiful home. Possible multiple kitchens or dining areas in the home.
ex: Cancer 4th H - Moon conjunct Sun conjunct Jupiter in Aqua. This person would have a huge and grand kitchen in their home. The kitchen may be the biggest part of the home.
đ Libra influence on 4th H most likely to want a clean and organized area. They can have specific areas for specific things. They will strongly dislike when things are out of place. They often have a modern but traditional touches in their design and decor. You are most likely to be the type of parent telling your kids to make their bed and clean their rooms ever morning lol.
đ Aquarius influence on 4th H - They have unique features for the home. They are most willing to renovate for them. They tend to desire homeâs with features and styles that canât be easily replicated. Ex: Farmhouse aesthetic, Futuristic aesthetic, etc. Most likely to have set up alexa or google home.
đ Saturn influence on 4th H - This can manifest as disliking or difficulty in moving. You could refuse to consider moving or struggle to move once settled. These individuals will prioritize a house that will last. They look for something to last long-term. They can prefer traditional timeless styles.
Another thing Iâve observed with saturn is they often have a portico on the home - especially saturn in 8th.
đ Venus in 11th H D9 - This can indicate either a beautiful home or/and car. It doesnât necessarily show a specific style just that it will be expensive/luxurious. This is actually more likely if Venus is debilitated or with a malefic. However, this is not always a good indicator. It can show buying something one canât truly afford. = debt.
đ Jupiter in 11th D9 - This shows a desire for a big home or property. You will become the type of person who judges the beauty of the home based on size. Whether this desire is fulfilled or not depends on D1 & D9.
KEEP IN MIND:
Most people move throughout their life. Not every home they live in is the same. The traits of these signs and planets can manifest in different ways each time.
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carl grimes x fem!reader
cw: handjob, thongs, slight mean!dom!reader and sub!carl
summary: shopping for clothes should be simple, even now in the apocalypse. but when you can only find a thong in this heat you're forced to wear it, and when carl notices your straps wrapping at your waist, he about dies.
request: Carl and reader going on a run for clothes, and the only thing the reader can find that fits her is a thong, Carl can't stop thinking about it, and when he sees the waist hands peeking from her shorts while they're with the others, he gets hard and has to leave early but reader knows why and follows him;)
Maybe the Reader is more dominant in this one? :3
"this is bullshit" you huff, nail gliding on fabric after fabric, trying to find at least one item that would fit you.
"just keep looking...you'll find something soon" carl hollers from across the store, you bit your lip to keep back your remarks about how it's easy for him to say with him finding everything immediately. he didn't have to sort through thousands of crop tops to not even find a full-length shirt.
wiping the sweat off your forehead as the dry heat sinks into your open pores, looking down at the pile of shirts and dust you start to consider that crop top.
but you don't need a crop top. you need underwear, embarrassingly enough.
yeah, some shirts would be fine. but switching through 2 pairs of panties in this summer isn't an option anymore
you sign and kneel back down in front of another box, tossing mix-match socks behind your shoulder before finally seeing some thin fabric.
you freeze before reaching down, one finger holding it up as you examine the black thong
it's all they had. it's all you can get.
"found something?" shit.
"uh..yeah" you ball the little number in your palms before whipping your head back and forth looking for your bag to shove it in
"woah, what's that?" you hear him say in almost a chuckle, for the first time this summer you feel your blood run cold as you stare into the box of clothing wondering what to say
"clothes. remember?" you try and say naturally to keep it together. it's not like he'd care, it's mostly you that would care with how sexual thongs are
"well...alright. let's get going, my dads gonna freak if we take any longer" he rambles and you reach over to drop the panties in your bag when you assumed he looked away
"oh. woah"
you clench your fist tight as you know there's no getting out of this.
"was that...a thong?" carl asks, flustered
"yeah, it was. it's the only one they had." you whisper slightly while grabbing your bag and standing
he stared wide-eyed at you like he's picturing the most lewd things imaginable
you check him with your shoulder for him to snap out and with him stumbling to catch up with you. as you sped walked to the car all you could think about was just going home.
okay, this is more comfortable than you imagined.
you rest a hand on your hip as everyone packs up, they all just got here and seem to be already dying from the heat. you internally smile about how your shorts fit you today, looks aren't everything in the apocalypse but dammit wearing a thong makes you feel like it is.
anyway, the whole group is out today. and lucky carl got to test drive his way here so you know what that means. cocky. cocky. cocky.
it won't stop talking about how he was soo smooth and how even rick gave him the go-ahead to drive himself home -I think he was just as sick of hearing him brag-
as everyone started moving he kept talking to you, giving you pointers and tips because he's the all-knowing of course.
you let him have his fun but with almost an hour in you're sick of it now. you even noticed rosita side-eyeing you with a look of "really? he's still going?"
but once we made it to our location he seems to quite a bit, with boxes being moved to cars and cans being thrown into backseats we were finishing up with the first stop
maggie called out to you, pointing to a box in the corner that was seemingly forgotten, and asked if you could get it. you nodded and walked over to it just to hear footsteps following
"oh! y/n-" he goes off again and you tune out, bending over to grab it as you lift the heavyweight
you felt off and that's when you realized it was because he stopped talking. you almost spun around with a cocked brow just to see him staring at your lower stomach with the redess face you've ever seen
you almost smirk while looking down to see the hands of your thong wrapping around your waist
"carl, get over yourself" you mumbled while rolling your eyes, walking past him. with your hips swaying you smiled
sliding the box into carls truck bed you hop into the car to see him very carefully sitting down
"the fucks wrong with you?" with his hands on his lap you immediately knew the problem. good news is, you also knew how to solve it.
"seriously? from pantie straps?" you almost laugh at him, watching as he slightly squirmed from trying to hide his boner
"you can't make fun of me! do you know how hard it is for me when these summers roll around, now you're wearing thongs!" he babbles but you just reach over and palm him through his jeans, he groans out and you noticed the other cars have already left to the next location.
"fuck, we need to make this quick" you mumble before pulling him free, his cock almost red from being teased and strained so much just from his dirty mind.
his red tip oozed pre-cum as veins bulged out, you slide your thumb on his tip getting a jolt from him
"always the sensitive one" you murmured before stroking his cock, his eyes were screwed shut as your wrist works wonders
"do you know how fucking annoying you were today? tips? you think I need tips from someone who learned to drive a week ago? ya'know, I was planning to go off on you after you came into the car...looks like you had other things to worry about." your hand went faster, he mercifully bucked his hips into your hand as he whimpered and groaned
"getting worked up over some panties." you say almost through your teeth, he cries out sorrys and you feel a grin touch your lips
with one final groan, he came all over your hand, you sighed and wiped them off with a napkin nearby as you look ahead at the vacant road.
his breathing is still heavy as he tries to put himself back into his pants with shaking hands, he looked to you and you just glared at him
"wanna show me how great you can drive? or am I gonna have to blow you next?"
an: HEYYYYY YOU GUYS! I missed you so much <3 I saw this request and it was too good not to do! I'm so sorry I dip in and out, If I'm gone for like 3 months after this I'm so sorry :( I'm trying to put school first and hope you can understand <3 I love you guys so much and I hope you enjoyed this <3 mwah!
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Writing Tips from Margaret Atwood
9 Ways to Raise the Stakes in Your Plot
Whatever situation your hero is facing at the start of the middle section should become worse.
If the story itself falters, remember that the stakes have to grow increasingly higher for your protagonist.
Throw obstacles into their path, even if you donât know how theyâll surmount them.
Sometimes, forcing your characters into a corner can stimulate your problem-solving skills.
Create physical danger.
Create secondary characters who bring new tensions to the story.
Introduce new problems.
Give a character a complicated history or situation.
Create obstacles for your hero.
Complicate things.
Remind the reader of the stakes.
Find ways to keep your protagonist moving from one location to another.
Add time pressure, like a ticking bomb.
3 Writing Exercises to Create a Good Plot for Your Story
In a notebook, write down:
Ten events that might spark a story. They donât have to be big: these could be things that happened to you or someone you know, or items you read about in the news.
Ten characters. These might be characters youâve already worked with, people youâve seen but never spoken to, or perhaps historical figures that fascinate you.
Ten classic stories: folktales, fairy tales, myths, or maybe family stories that were passed down to you. No need to detail them; just list a few words that sum up the story.
Now take one item from each listâone event, one character, and one existing story shellâ and begin a new short story.
What happens when you drop a character of your own invention into a very old folktale?
How does your personal event permit you to play with the foundational folktale?
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Personal Time: Astarion x Reader x Halsin
Did I romance either of these two? No I didn't. Is that going to stop me? God I wish it would
Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Dom/Sub (Astarion Topping), Leashes, Light Humiliation, Size Kink, Sex Outdoors, Overstimulation, Teasing, Edging, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Threesome, Mild Pain Kink, Established Relationship, Poly Relationship (Astarion x Reader x Halsin), Druid Tav
           You did everything correctly, thank you very much. You behaved yourself on the road, making sure to not threaten anyone, even the guy who tried to rip you off. You kept your mouth shut when you ended up covered in blood and guts. Today had not been your day, damn it but you were going to make something of it. Which meant that you were going to get off of course.
           Dinner passed without incident and after helping to clean up, you told everyone youâd be going to wash up. No one tried to stop you (even as they teased you about being alone) and you made your way to the river, skin itching. The plan was to clean up quickly and then take your time. Itâs why you picked a more secluded site from camp, far enough away that no one would run into you.
           You sped through your bath routine, making sure to get all the blood off. You wanted to spend more time doing and less time thinking. The sun was just beginning to set, the grass still warm in a sunspot away from the shore. You laid out your blanket, placing your small bag of personal items onto the ground. You took a moment to just breath, letting the tension roll out.
           Secluded location inside the trees? Check. Oil and toys? Check. Far enough away you might be able to make a little noise? Check. You did one last scan of the tree line to make sure no one was behind you and got to work.
           Foreplay was skipped to get off quicker, although you did take some time to pinch your nipples and move lower. You grabbed your vial of oil, rubbing it between your fingers before laying back. Thank the gods you grabbed a pillow. It didnât take you long to start feeling hot. You circled a few times, your other hand reaching down to play with yourself. The gentle stretch of your finger turned into slick movement after a few strokes. You grunted and added another finger, moving your other hand to better support you. You had brought more toys to make it fun but didnât want to rush. Tonight, you wanted this to take a while.
           You let out a sigh as you pushed a third finger into yourself, not feeling as much of the burn. You stopped moving, enjoying the feeling of being full before starting to pump. You opened your legs wider without thinking, head leaning back. The change in angle helped so you heard the moment someone gasped.
           âDarling!â Shit. Your eyes snapped open at the voice and you swallowed hard. Astarionâs face was amused, the shock on his face half true. You groaned, giving a huff as you slowed your fingers. His eyes flickered down to your hand, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He stepped into the clearing, dying sunlight giving him a soft glow.
           âLooking for a show?â You tried your best to come off coy but you were too breathless. There was a part of you that felt embarrassed by Astarion catching you and the other part figured this was his own fault. He went looking for you and that was on him. He smirked at your voice, taking your words as an invitation to move forward. You watched him take you in, red eyes bright and getting darker. He hummed and you began to fuck yourself faster.
           âI was wondering what you were doing, yes. Wanted some alone time?â His voice had taken a softer tone, even if the words sounded mocking to the untrained ear. You gave him a smile and half shrug, angling your legs better as he took a peek. Astarion gave you a smirk, hand drifting down to rub himself through his pants.
           âToday sucked and I figured this would make it better.â He took in your face as you spoke, eyebrows furrowing a bit. Affection bubbled up, your eyes soft as you gazed at him. The two of you had been working through Astarionâs hesitations with sex and both of you felt confident in approaching each other.
           ââŠwould you like some help? Or shall I leave you to it?â You smiled at his question, sitting up so you could wave him over fully. Astarion pulled his shirt off, giving you a wink as he began to strip. You gave an apperceive groan, leaning back on one hand and pulling your fingers free. You wiped them on a cloth, making sure that your hand wasnât sticky. He tracked the movement, sighing and then gracefully kneeling between your legs.
           âI would love it if you helped.â You wrapped an arm around his neck, leaning up to kiss his cheek. He gave a slight smile at your gentleness, kissing your check back.
           âAnd you didnât think to invite me? Just plain rude.â His words were teasing against your skin, lips trailing over your shoulders and down your chest. He nipped at your skin until you shivered, shifting so it was easier for him to reach. You gave a soft moan, your other hand going to tangle into his hair.
           âHonestly? I just figured this would make things more efficient.â He laughed around a nipple, giving a hard suck. You rocked your hips towards him, Astarion grinding his cock against you. He pulled back to give you a wicked smirk, fangs peeking out from behind his lips.
           âOh dear, now Iâm really going to have to take you apart.â He didnât give you any time to respond, kissing you hard and lining himself up against your entrance. His tongue brushed against yours and you groaned into his mouth as he pushed his cock into you.
           He was bigger than your fingers, the burn of the stretch making you tingle. Astarion didnât give you time to adjust, rocking into you. He didnât pull out, only pushed deeper and you whimpered. His hips were hard against your own and it took a couple seconds to realize he was pinning you down.
           âAstarion.â You called him name, trying to sound scolding but coming out whinier. He laughed, nipping at your neck as he pulled you closer. You were half in his lap now, legs wide open and hitched over his. Your lover began to move faster, fangs sinking into your skin as you exposed your neck.
           He didnât drink deeply, moaning lowly and rolling his hips. You felt bolts of pleasure move up your spine, orgasm so close and yet so far. When he pulled his fangs out you squeezed around him hard, the vampire groaning. One of his hands came up to tease your chest, flicking and pinching the skin.
           âArenât you a little eager? I thought you were going to draw this out?â You made a surprised sound, pulling back to look at his face. He smirked and stopped moving, buried deep inside of you. He plucked your bag off the forest floor, ignoring how you squirmed against him. Astarion pulled out a dildo, chuckling as he began to go through the bag. Youâre not embarrassed; youâve been together long enough you know his teasing is lighthearted. There is a bit of heat on your face as he pulled out another, larger dildo and you see the understanding in his eyes.
           âI was going to but now I have help.â He threw his head back and laughed at your comment, the sound breathless and mocking. You leaned forward and began kissing down his chest, stopping to pay attention at his nipples. Long fingers wrapped around your throat and you gasped, pushing into his hand.
           âOh sweetness.â Astarion cooed at you, placing your bag back on the ground and pushing you to lay back. âI am going to have you here all night. Thatâs what you want, isnât it? To be stretched out all night?â You gave him a wicked smile in return, wrapping your legs around his waist. He snarled and finally moved again, face focused on where heâs pushing into you.
           The dirty talk started to become white noise the closer you got to cumming. Astarionâs hand was still wrapped around your neck, holding but not squeezing. That made your brain fuzzy on a good day but when he reached down to rub you just right? Youâre only half aware youâre cumming, cutting yourself off halfway through a satisfied moan. Astarionâs eyes locked on your face, a softness in his features that only happens now, after the two of you have confessed.
           âGorgeous.â His words are breathless and you almost lose them in the hazy of pleasure. Instead, you gave him a smile, groaning as he pulled out of you. Thereâs an answering groan behind you and you gasped, fingers digging into your loverâs sides. Astarion cooed at you, stroking your hair and looking over your shoulder.
           âCome to find us bear?â You relaxed as Astarion identified your other lover, looking over your shoulder to see Halsin. The druid offered you a smile, eyes dark but face sympathetic.
           âI only wished to check in on you. Forgive me for interrupting.â Halsin did, to his credit, sound a little embarrassed. You snickered, hole clenching around nothing. You had wanted to wait until the larger dildo to cum but you couldnât resist Astarion.
           âYouâre alright Halsin, Astarion interrupted first.â The vampire gave a short âhumph!â at your words, more playful than serious. Halsin gave another smile, eyes slowly roaming over the two of you. You shivered, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your gut. Apparently, you were ready to go again.
           âI offered help and you accepted, simple as that. Bear, â Astarion had his semi mocking tone again, eyes showing that he was playing. âCome over here and clean up this mess.â All three of you shared a look, questions and answers coming quickly. Halsin, as always, had to speak things into the world.
           âWould you mind if I joined you?â You shook your head, slowly turning over to face him. He gave a low groan as you opened your legs towards him, Astarion settling in behind you. He was still hard but grabbed your hand to place a kiss on the back of it when you tried to wrap a hand around his cock.
           âNot at all. Iâd love you to.â Your voice was lower than normal speaking to Halsin, more proof to you being warm and fucked. Both of your lovers moved closer, Halsin beginning to strip and Astarion reached for your bag.
           âIâm much more in the mood to direct than participate right now. Maybe after a show?â Astarionâs words had you and Halsin sharing a look, letting the words sink in before you both nodded. Astarion and Halsin had their own relationship outside the three of you and you were thankful that the triad was working for everyone. All of you enjoyed taking charge from time to time and no one had any issue with that being Astarion tonight. He gave a sinful smile at your consent and Halsin groaned, pulling your legs closer.
           âWe will be more than happy to provide the entertainment.â Halsinâs words were laced with a growl and you gave an agreeing moan. He leaned down to kiss at your thighs, Astarionâs hands moving to hold you open. You squirmed, trying to get Halsin to nip but he didnât take the bait. The druid groaned, eyes flickering to your face for just a moment before diving in.
           You whimpered, eyes closing as Halsin began to eat you out with vigor. His mouth was hot and with Astarionâs help, it felt like he was warming you from the inside out. He had no issue cleaning up the mess you made, one of his hands drifting down towards his cock. Astarion gave a pleased moan, eyes darting over to your bag.
           âDo you mind a couple of toys, Halsin?â The large elf looked up at the call of his name, eyes flickering over to your bag and then back to you. You sighed dramatically, pushing your hips closer to the eager mouth.
           âYouâre not going to embarrass me Astarion.â Your tone was playful and he laughed, something fond on his face.
           âOh I know that darling. Between the two of you I have learned, without at doubt, that druids are freaks.â You laughed at his words, Halsinâs eyes flashing with amusement as he began to lick you clean. He traced the edges of your hole over and over and your laugh dissolved into a whine.
           âToys are acceptable. What are you thinking Astarion?â It took all of your willpower to not cry out as Hasin pulled away. Astarion didnât answer the other manâs question verbally, reaching into your bag and pulling out a collar and leash. Halsinâs eyebrows raised and you blinked in surprise; you hadnât meant to grab that.
           âOur adorable little pet wanted to be stretched out tonight and who better to do that than you? But I was hoping that youâd let me, ah, control the pace?â Astarion phrased his want as a question but it was coy, said to sound more enticing. Halsin sat back on his knees to think, slowly stroking himself. You watched his hand intently, wondering if Astarion would let you up so you could suck Halsin off. Just a lick?
           âI do not mind, as long as we keep the same precautions as last time.â You both nodded at the druidâs words, Halsin leaning towards Astarion with a smile. The last time the three of you had played, Halsin had tied the two of you up with rope and fucked you for hours. The word to stop was âdragon egg mushroomâ and three snaps if you couldnât speak. It was a good system and it hadnât failed you yet.
           âExcellent.â Astarion purred, grabbing the back of Halsinâs head. He kissed him hard, tongue darting into the druidâs mouth. You watched them make out for a moment, fingers reaching down to stoke Halsin. The larger man groaned, a gasp following shortly after. You refocused your attention on them and groaned when you saw the collar around Halinâs throat. Astarion pulled back with a smirk, giving a gentle tug of the leash.
           They werenât anything fancy, a simple leather set but Astarion treated them like they were made of gold. And they looked like it in his hands. He gave an amused chuckle, taking in Halsin and tugging him close. Halsin followed immediately; there was no way the collar was tight enough to cause actual harm. He was freely giving Astarion the ability to control him and the vampire loved it. They kissed a few more times, Halsin groaning into the vampireâs mouth.
           âGo ahead and start pushing into them dear, theyâve been waiting long enough.â Astarionâs voice left no room for argument and Halsin gave a tight nod, kissing down his neck. You could see the gold rising into his eyes but he pushed it down. You pulled your hand away and Astarion reached over to drizzle oil onto his cock. Halsin groaned and you gave an answering groan in response. The elf behind you chuckled, tugging you so that you were almost laying completely flat. Your head was cradled on Astarionâs thigh, Halsin watching as you got situated.
           Once you were comfortable Halsin moved in, the leash taught as he was pulled closer. He used once hand to line up with you, groaning at how wet you were. Your mouth opened in a wordless sound as the tip of Halsinâs cock opened you up. Normally you would need a lot more prep but Astarion was eager to see you fall apart early. You couldnât ignore the burn and Halsin waited, eyes flickering between the two of you.
           âThey wanted this you know.â Astarionâs voice was easy to focus on, even if you know he was going to say something embarrassing. His words always make you feel good, even if theyâre teasing. âThey were going to take it nice and slow but we know they can take more, canât you darling?â
           You try to answer, really you do but your words are cut off as Astarion pulls on the collar again. Halsin pressed closer, the head of his cock slowly pressing in and you moaned, head going back. Your legs were getting sore, insides pulsing with a mix of numbness and pleasure. Sweat gathered around Halsinâs temples and his arms shook with the force of holding himself back.
           âI-I donât want to hurt them.â Halsinâs eyes were getting glassy, looking at Astarion with pupils blown wide. The vampire cooed, giving a devilish smile. One of his hands reached down to rub you and both you and Halsin groaned as you tighten.
           âYou arenât going to hurt them bear, youâre being such a sweet boy.â Halsin shuddered at the praise, letting himself be guided forward. Heâs halfway inside and you know that heâs not going to fit the rest of the way, not if youâre not stretched out. Your hole was still burning but it felt so good, like when a bruise starts to heal.
           âBesides, they like pain with their pleasure. Isnât that right?â One of Astarionâs hands came up to pinch your cheek and you moaned, giving a nod. It felt so good when he treated you like a toy.
           âF-feels so good Halsin please-â Your words were cut off with a yell as he began to rock his hips. He doesnât go deeper but hits one spot that makes you see stars. Normally you canât cum from penetration alone but fuck if heâs not going to try. Halinâs hands are white-knuckled fists by your hips; he only moved how Astarion let him and you almost cum at the realization.
           âHe can use you however he wants, canât he?â Astationâs voice lulls you both deeper, Halsin moving faster and you opening your legs wider. âHalsinâs been so good for us, he should get rewarded. Such a gorgeous wild thing, playing nice with us.â
           Blood rushed in your ears and youâre so close to orgasm it hurts. Your body was still sensitive from Astarion taking you and Halsin makes you feel like youâre going to break apart at the seams. Halsin doesnât stop thrusting, eyes locked on Astarionâs face as he fucks into you. He still doesnât go deeper than halfway and all it took was Astarion rubbing you a few times for orgasm to hit.
           You half registered Halsin following you over the edge, hips jerking as pleasure washed through you. The elf gave a roar as he came, eyes snapping to your face. Astarion released the leash and Halsin bent over to give you the filthiest kiss of the night. You moaned into his mouth, Astarion jerking himself off just behind you. He came with a quiet sigh, none of the mess ending up on you.
           The three of you bask for a moment; youâre too blissed out to talk and the boys kiss gently and talk over your shoulders. Eventually Halsin pulls out and Astarion takes off the collar, everyone returning to their bodies.
           âThank you.â Your voice is still slurred and they turn to you with matching smiles. Astarion gently kisses your forehead before rising, Halsin pulling you into his lap. Youâll be sore tomorrow but its worth every second of discomfort.
           âNo need to thank us my heart; thank you for letting us enjoy the night with you.â You give him a quick kiss, Astarion walking back with water and a wet rag. The two of them are in charge of cleaning; youâre only half conscious to anything being said. You grumble as Halsin redresses you, the druid smiling and pinching your nipple. Astarion rolls his eyes but says nothing, the three of you heading back to camp. The others will tease you mercilessly but youâre too blissed out to care; thatâs a tomorrow problem.Â
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đ đĄđČđ đ¶đđČđș! Potentateâs Chess SetâšWondrous item, very rare (requires attunement) ___ When found, this chess set is missing half its pieces. The set is contained within a case, which often doubles as the board when opened up. The case itself isnât magical, but the pieces within it are. While the set is on your person and within its case, you can use an action to invoke one of its magical pieces. When you do, a spectral, Medium replica of that piece appears at your location before beginning to move. A spectral piece can move appropriately to how a normal piece would in a game of chess, in increments of 5 feet and up to a maximum range of 60 feet. For instance, a pawn could move up to 5 feet, but a bishop could move up to 60 feet in a straight lineâalbeit diagonally. If youâre not using a square grid, a piece can move anywhere within its range at the GMâs discretion. When you invoke a piece and move it in this way, it expends that pieceâs use until the next dawn. The number of each piece you have when found is listed in its description. Use a spell attack bonus of +7 and save DC of 15 for each piece, or +8 and 16 if you have a complete set. đđđŹđŁ (8): The pawn moves up to 5 feet, or 10 feet if itâs the first round of combat, and attacks a target within the space. On a hit, the target takes 2d8 force damage and must succeed on a Strength saving throw or be knocked prone. Alternatively, you can invoke the pawn as a reaction when a hostile creatureâs movement provokes an opportunity attack from you. đœđđšđđ€đ„ (2): The bishop moves in a line thatâs 5 feet wide and up to 60 feet long. Each friendly creature within the line regains 3d8 hit points. đđŁđđđđ© (2): The knight moves 10 feet in a straight line and then turns left or right (your choice) before moving another 5 feet. At the end of the movement, it attacks the target within its space. If the target is Medium or smaller, the attack is made with advantage. On a hit, the target takes 5d8 force damage. If you roll an 8 on any of the damage dice, the knightâs use isnât expended. đđ€đ€đ (2): The rook moves in a line thatâs 5 feet wide and up to 60 feet long... Continued in the comment below! ___ âš Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!
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Shinobi602 comments on ResetEra:
"If Anthem was a runaway success, you'd be seeing a very different BioWare right now who'd be all in on the live service model. They're running uphill because they've got goodwill they need to earn back after the fact, but its failure (plus Fallen Order's success) is what allowed them to pivot right back to what they're good at: single player character driven RPGs. Silver lining but still." [source]
User: "I don't think its unreasonable to have hoped that a Dragon Age game would have similar gameplay to previous Dragon Age games." Shinobi: "Veilguard does have similar gameplay though, just not the exact same gameplay." [source]
"Open world doesn't automatically mean better. Inquisition's open world zones were basically Bioware's response to Skyrim and anticipating that's what players wanted. The big zones were cool but they were also bloated and full of uninteresting quests. Andromeda also took Mass Effect to huge open world zones and they had the same result. It was ass and the game benefited nothing from it. It's better for Bioware to stick to what they do best which is tighter, more structured play spaces." [source]
"they'll do what they think they're good at. Inquisition was highly rated, but the big open areas were also flawed. If they felt that's not what they'll excel at, that's fine. There ARE larger open areas in Veilguard though. If that's your very strict definition on what will make the game good apparently." [source]
"If you're sole definition of a Dragon Age game is that you can take direct control of companions and a tac-cam, it's understandable. But I think it's completely false that this is somehow unrecognizable as a Dragon Age game. There are tons of different aspects that define the series outside of that." [source]
"It's been evolving and changing for over a decade." [source]
"They did say there are some "killer cameos" they're keeping secret. My mind's going to several different possibilities..." [source]
User: "Yeah, they need to wrap up this story in this game. I'm already a little annoyed that we are getting another "the veil is torn and demons are wrecking havoc" story. They cannot stretch that to a third game." Shinobi: "It's a lot more than that. It's not a repeat of Inquisition or anything." [source]
"This might genuinely be the most in depth CC in a mainstream RPG that I've seen." [source]
"Yeah this is more like Inquisition, though you could still change out companion helmets in that one." [source]
"They did confirm tavern songs are back so that's good news, and The Swan (Minrathous tavern) has a bunch." [source]
"Yeah there's a good amount of veterans working on Veilguard. Though I always find that to be such a weird qualifier, and it seemingly always comes up with Bioware in particular. As if there aren't tons of talented non-Bioware devs from across the industry who could join the team and still write and design a great game. Like nah, it can't be a good game unless it's got people who've been there for 20 years! đ" [source]
"There are also rune items you can equip that provide different effects and act as their own abilities basically, plus ultimate attacks for each class specialization (so 9 total), plus finisher moves and things like elemental combo detonations for extra damage." [source]
"there are definitely 'open areas' you can explore around in. It's not more linear than ME2." [source]
User: "Is my reading of "mission-based" it being like ME2/3 correct?" Shinobi: "Yeah, in that regard, it's more structured like Mass Effect, which I think is to its benefit. DAI just suffered way too much from open world bloat. I think the tighter, handcrafted structure works a lot better." [source]
User: "How big are the areas? Like the first game where you open the map and pick a location?" Shinobi: "Don't know exactly. But that's what I was told. There are several open ended areas that are explorable in the story. Plus a hub area." [source]
"I think if fans have been yearning for a quality Bioware game like they were used to before, this is that. Tight design, great character models, environments, animations have gone next level, combat fluidity, etc...it's all here. I compare it to the jump from ME1->ME2. [re: the jump in quality/fidelity/presentation.] This isn't a spoiler, as Game Informer said, it's a full on action RPG, and you can still pause and issue commands. But this is not DAO. Preferences put aside, Bioware's moved on from that ages ago. This isn't BG3 at all. But they've put a huge emphasis on making combat feel good to play. As in engaging the player, more real-time, more Mass Effect. It's a meaty, single player RPG with lots of systems going on inside. Also, like they said, this is the prologue, the beginning of the game. Keep that in mind if you don't see everyone's powers unlocked or intense pause and play. If you keep all that in mind, I think you'll really like this." [source]
"But it's a big jump for Bioware. [re: animations]" [source]
"[rogues are] flashy, jump around a lot, etc." [source]
"Party members can definitely get knocked out in battle" [source]
"It's important to note that what was shown was completely level 1 combat, and likely on easy mode for demo purposes. There is way more to it in more advanced battles. When it opens up with way more abilities, unique momentum attacks, ultimates, and other...things they haven't shared yet, on higher difficulties, it will look and feel way different." [source]
"It'll be rated M. It's got its share of nudity lol." [source]
User: "should we expect a comparable level of dialogue role playing as we had in Inquisition? I don't mind the changes to combat but there seemed to be more auto dialogue here than I remember from Inquisition or Tresspasser." Shinobi: "Yeah. That was just the intro. They just like to keep the pace going for a big start to the game." [source]
"This isn't accurate at all though, and it keeps getting perpetuated. Yes, there's been departures like Casey Hudson, Aaryn Flynn, Mike Laidlaw, etc, but I could easily list dozens of people at Bioware right now that have been there for 10-20+ years, some even longer. Do they just...not count for some reason? The entire core team building Mass Effect right now were OG leads on ME1-3, been there for over 20 years. And even outside of that, like, does this really matter? Do you know one of the game's premier VFX/lighting designers worked for ILM? Or one of the cinematic leads is an alum from Blizzard? Or one of the creature animators was a senior creature animator on Horizon Forbidden West? Talent is talent. And if we look at the industry through that lens too, sure, tons of studios are just "X, Y, Z studio in name", in many ways. There's no studio in the industry that holds on to their entire team for 30-40 years." [source]
"They do have that data. And I think even this thread would be shocked at how tiny of a % of players took direct control of other companions. Or went into tac-cam. Not just Inquisition but the whole series." [source]
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Lost on You - Epilogue
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Supe!Reader
Summary: 1983 is a big year for you. Youâre finally chosen to join the ranks of Payback, led by the most (in)famous supe in the world: Soldier Boy. Heâll never admit that heâs trying his damndest to figure you out. Youâll never admit that heâs actually growing on you. But the problem with this game is deciding whoâs the predator, and who is prey.
AN: Here we go, the end of the ride. đ
Song Inspo: âLost on Youâ by Cubaneros
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Tags/Warnings: Angst, but mostly fluff, and an endingâŠ
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Epilogue: As Good As It Gets
Arthur was still lying low in Belize, but he was able to do you one last favor. A wire of money allowed you, John, and Ben to travel across the Atlanticâto Medellin, Colombia. There Ben took you to one of his old vacation houses.
It was a large, beautiful Spanish style house. Best of all, it was in a remote location on the cusp of a mountainside, complete with a scenic waterfall. It was like something out of Vought Geographic. You needed to take a helicopter just to get to this place.
It was the best security Ben could think of.
He had plans to renovate and beef up the surveillance of the property itself. Then you would be able to have your brother Chris and his family visit. You hadn't been able to see him or your nephew before leaving the U.S. again, but you had called Chris from the airport to let him know you were alive and well, and that you would see him soon, when it was safe.
But before all of that, there was one very important item of business you and Ben were handling together in the living room, while John was outside swimming laps in the pool.
A phone dock rested on the coffee table. The call was on speaker.
âThat child represents a multi-million-dollar investment,â said Stan Edgar.
âYou shouldâve thought about that before you shipped us off to motherfucking Siberia,â Ben snapped. âHell, before you decided to steal my goddamn DNA. But guess fucking what. Heâs my son. He belongs with me.â
You gave him a look of pride, resting a hand on his thigh in support. He glanced at you and grabbed your hand.
âYouâre not leaving me with much recourse here, Soldier Boy,â Stan replied.
Ben leaned forward. He took that as a very real threat.
âIf you come after me or my family, Iâll tell you whatâs gonna happen,â he said. âFirst off, youâre going to lose. Fucking miserably. Next, Iâm going to make my way back Statesâ side, and Iâm coming for you, Stan. You and your whole fucking world, down to the family dog. Then Iâll burn Vought to the ground and piss on whateverâs left. And then the whole world can know that Iâm alive, and just who lied to them for a damn decade.â
You were uneasy with that threat, but you knew he meant it.
The other line was silent.
âOr, you can unfreeze my bank accounts and put them back in my name,â said Ben. âIâll do you the giant fucking favor of staying where Iâm at, and I never have to hear from any of you cocksuckers again.â
After another long moment, an exhale of breath came from the speaker.
âYouâll have access to your accounts by end of business today,â Stan said.
âA pleasure doing business with you,â Ben said, his tone infused with both anger and sarcasm.
He hung up the phone with a mild slam, and he leaned back in his seat, rubbing a hand over his mouth and beard. You smiled and managed to get up off the comfy couch, just to settle yourself into a more comfortable seat across his lap. Ben welcomed you with a supportive hand molding to your lower back, and another running up your thigh. You cupped his cheek.
âLook at my man, all protective and clever at negotiations,â you teased. You leaned in to kiss the other cheek. Ben smiled reluctantly.
âYeah, well, I think he got the idea.â
âMhmm,â you agreed. Your lips moved over his, and you treated him with progressively dirtier kisses. When you slowly pulled away to speak, your voice was husky, laden with sensuous teasing. âNow we can go on a proper honeymoon.â
Ben chuckled against your lips. âAlready want to spend my money, huh?â
âItâs our money now,â you playfully retorted. (But you were serious.)
He scoffed, though he thumbed at the shining ring on your finger. You two got married the very night you set foot in Colombia.
âBesides, if you canât spoil your pregnant wife, who can you spoil?â you said, with a sly smile.
Ben eyed you wryly. âSo thatâs why you said yes.â
You framed his face in your hands. Now you were serious.
âI wouldâve married you even if you never had another dime to your name,â you said. âEven if we had to spend the rest of our lives in hiding.â
When he searched your eyes, he eventually found whatever he was looking for. He guided you down for a real kiss, hungry and claiming. His hands began to move down your body with purpose.
A whoosh of air preceded a pair of smallish feet landing in front of the couch. You and Ben parted, seeing John standing there all wet from the pool.
âWhyâre there so many brown people here?â he asked. âI can see them in the town down there.â
You and Ben shared a perturbed look. You were the first to recover, turning to John.
âWell, weâre in South America. Youâre going to see people of all shades and skin tones, and different races too.â
John seemed to process that information for a few seconds. Then he shrugged.
âOkay,â he said. âHey, can we have hot dogs for dinner?â
âIt might be hard to get that here, but uh, Iâll have someone look into it,â Ben said. âHey, grab a towel before you get the rug all wet.â
The man was getting impatient at being interrupted, you sensed. You soothed a hand over his chest.
John zipped out in flight, and came back with a fuzzy towel to wrap himself in.
âThis place is so big!â he said, bouncing on his feet. His excited smile was endearing. âAnd all the rooms are big. And all of them have a TV. Can we watch another movie tonight?â
You smiled indulgently. âSure. Which one do you want to watch next?â
âJurassic Park! The dinosaurs look so real, like theyâre really eating people. Ooh, no, letâs watch Scarface. The cover looked cool.â
Ben was ready to agree to Scarface, but you vetoed.
âUh, no, weâre not doing Scarface just yet. Jurassic Park is okay,â you said. âWhy donât you get cleaned up and weâll have lunch.â
John nodded. He half ran, half flew up the stairs to his room. You shook your head with a sigh.
âThat kidâs going to need all kinds of therapy,â you said.
Ben shot you a stern look. âMy son doesnât need a fucking shrink. Heâs not crazy.â
âWell, heâs not normal either,â you argued. âWho knows how else they brainwashed him. For his whole life, ten years. Itâs different even from what you and I went throughâŠand Iâm still not okay.â
Benâs tight expression faded somewhat. He swept a thumb across your cheek.
âBut are you happy here?â he said.
âWhat?â you asked. Not because you didnât understand him, but because his question genuinely surprised you, and even more when he doubled down, staring into your eyes with a weight in his own.
âAre you?â he pressed. âIs this really what you want?â
You read the conflict in him, the flash of uncertainty behind his otherwise stoic face. It was something you didnât think youâd ever seen before. You smiled, as tears welled up in your eyes.
âItâs exactly what I want,â you said.  Â
 He gradually smiled back, albeit more reserved. âAll right.â
âAnd you?â you prodded. âAre you okay withâŠyou know, early retirement?â
Ben let out a long breath. âLook, I started with Vought in 1944. Thatâs 50 years since. A goddamn lifetime,â he said. âIâve made more money than the fucking Beatles. Drugs, booze, women, fame. Everyone in the world knew my name. I had everythingâŠand a lotta jack squat.â
He moved his hand over yours, resting on your stomach. It took him a moment, but he dropped another confession.
âBefore you, I wouldâve always had nothing.â
Emotion tightened in your throat. Tears slipped down your cheeks, no matter how quickly you swept them away.
âSo youâre saying thank you,â you said cheekily. He smirked.
âI suppose I am,â he said, staring into your eyes. âThank you.â
Your emotions continued to bubble over as you read the sincerity in his. You leaned in to steal a kiss, but first, you whispered near his lips.
âYou stole my line.â
AN:Â and there we have it! Another rocky road to a happy ending. đ„č
I hope you enjoyed the 80s and 90s vibes, the canon divergences, the character development, and all the twists! I'd love to know what you think. đ
I'm also working on another shorter Soldier Boy x POC!Reader series called Unravel Me, but I don't have a release date on that one yet. It's still in development. đ Until then, I hope you had fun with this series. In some ways, it was even more of a challenge than Break Me Down!
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Guarding The Base
Craig paused the game and opened the inventory. He had just finished a mission and wanted to organize all the new gear he had gained. He changed his weapon for a more powerful one and threw out the basic gun he had with him since the very beginning of this campaign. He then changed his gear for one with better stats, giving him more HP and allowing his character to withstand more damage from certain weapons.
After he was done with that, Craig used some of the experience points he'd gathered to customize these items, choosing different colors and adding two more badges to his profile. He took a moment to look at the avatar standing proudly with his gun in the middle of the screen after all these changes. Damn, he looked badass, Craig thought. He didn't expect to become this invested in this game, but just as his friend said, he was hooked form the start.
He clicked the escape button to exit the inventory view and continue the campaign, but the game didn't react. Craig didn't panic though, his gaming rig didn't have the newest or the most powerful components, so he was used to his computer needing a bit more time to process certain commands.
Then he noticed his helmet turned dark green. Craig leaned in to look closer at what happened, expecting this to be a momentary visual glitch. But it wasn't. And this wasn't even his helmet in a different color, it was a compleletly different one. That annoyed him a little bit, the game just glitched and robbed him of one of his items! He clicked on it to try and get back to his custom helmet but the game didn't react. Of course, it was still processing the command to exit the inventory. Craig groaned loudly. He needed to invest in a better PC - this helmet had such good stats! And it looked cool!
He breathed in, then breathed out. This was just a helmet, noting major that would hinder his progress-- his tactical vest glitched and turned into a different item. What the hell? Craig looked at his compter screen with disbelief. Another part of his character's gear just changed into somethign completely different. He clicked on his avatar to try to revert that change but again, the game did not react.
And it only got worse. One by one, elements of his character's equipment changed from his custom ones into a set of dark green tactical gear he did not recognize, which was weird as he spent a lot of time in the game's item shop. He was absolutely horrified by this sight. After just a minute or two his character was unrecognizable. Gone was his badass soldier, and in his place Craig saw a heavily armed police officer. And it seemed like his avatar was now a bit more muscular?
His screen flashed suddenly and Craig was surrounded by white light. He could not see anything beyond this blank void. He tried blinking quickly but this apparent visual phenomenon did not subside. His eyes were betraying him.
He blinked once more and the bright light disappeared, replaced with a view of a different location form the game than the one where he finished his last mission. Then something dawned on him. He wasn't looking at a screen, he was inside the game! He turned his head and instead of his room he saw the game world turn around him. What was happening? It seemed his mind was playing with him.
Just as Craig began to comprehend what had just happened to him, his body started moving involountarily. He turned towards a path leading to where he was standing and he could now see that he stood next to an entrance to some sort of hidden base. Hidden base? Oh, right, he was transported to Part II of the campaign, he remembered walking alongside this road. Entering the base tiggered a cutscene that led to the player unlocking a few important side quests. Why did the game put him here and why did it seem like he was transported into the game itself?
When Craig tried to turn his head he realized he couldn't. His body was now locked in his current position, holding his gun in both hands in front of him, ready to point it at any opponent in the blink of an eye. He was stuck in some sort of loop, first leaning to the side, then straightning out and checking his gun, then leaning slightly to the side again, and so on.
Suddenly, he saw movement. He couldn't react physically in any way so he just watched as a dark dot appeared on the horizon, then got closer and turned into a soldier running towards the entrance of the base. When he saw the entire figure he realized, based on the look of the soldier's gear, that he was looking at a player. He tried to say something to him but he couldn't. And then the player got really close and Craig felt a weird sting inside his head.
The player came even closer and #GRD0933F automatically moved to block him in his way, initiating a preplanned conversation.
"Stop or I'll shoot" the NPC barked in his low, growling voice. The player stood silent for a moment, giving himself a moment to choose one of a few possible responses.
"I have orders from Agent Dark Wolf" the player said, his avatar standing idly as #GRD0933F replayed his cutscene amination in a loop, his gun pointed at the player.
"Why should I believe you?" was the NPC's response. The player didn't choose to continue the conversation. Instead he clicked on an option to show the NPC an item from an earlier part of the game. The guard switched to another animation, putting down his gun and stepping aside to his previous position.
"Enter now, soldier" #GRD0933F showed the player to move along with his gun and both caracters left coversation mode. The player walked into the base and the NPC was back in his idling loop. Leaning to the side, then straightning out and checking his gun, then leaning slightly to the side again. As a very minor character his programming was very bare bones. He did not have many speaking lines, other than the short conversation with the player and a few grunts. He had only a few animaton loops avaliable to him, the most he could do was to flex his arm if the player chose the most friendly dialog options. No congitive capacity was left for the guard, and thus no real thought crossed his mind as he stood like a statue, making sure the secret base was secure.
Another player came up to the guard NPC, triggering the cutscene.
"Stop or I'll shoot" the NPC barked in his low, growling voice. The player stood silent for a moment, giving himself a moment to choose one of a few possible responses.
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day three ⧠beachcombing
inspired by the mermay prompt list @/muzzlemouths made!
"Come here," hisses the mer, midnight blue tail thrashing, tossing up a splash of seawater that never makes it anywhere close to you.
You don't spare Moon a glance, eyes focused on the sand and seaweed beneath your feet as you search for hidden treasures. "No, thank you, today is a stay dry day for me," you tell him, crouching down as something glints under the early morning sunlight. Lifting up a tangle of seaweed, you pick up a piece of light yellow sea glass, edges rounded out by the beating of waves and sand over time. As you hold it up to the light to admire how the sun makes it seem to glow from within, you say, "You don't have to stay and watch me, y'know? I'm just looking for pretty shells and glass. Besides, isn't it past your bedtime? Go to sleep, old man."
There's another splash, louder than the waves, and the accompanying snarled, "Brat," tugs your lips into a smile.
The next hour or so passes relatively peacefully as you continue across the beach, finding sea glass and intact shells, gently adding them to the growing collection forming in your bag. You can feel Moon's gaze on you all the while, red eyes squinting against the sun but still observing you from his location further in the ocean.
When the sun starts to get unbearably hot, you decide that you've done enough beachcombing for the day and move toward the end of the beach where the sand meets the rockier part of shore and the cliffs looming above provide some shade. You settle on the rocks, cooling your feet in the ocean, and pull out your water bottle.
As you drink, a splash of water signifies the emergence of Moon. He pulls himself out of the water enough for his upper body to rest on the rocks, propping his head up on his hands. He flicks his tail, sprinkling droplets of water onto your legs.
"Hey!" you protest, but there's no real heat in your voice.
Moon snickers and does it again. "Slowpoke."
Rolling your eyes, you start to dig through your bag to pull out the things you had collected from the beach in a mini show-and-tell that you always do, starting with the yellow sea glass you found first. "I like this one a lot," you tell Moon, placing it onto his palm, "because it glows when you put it up to the sun. It's also a very nice shade of yellow."
"Like Sunny," he says as he holds the sea glass up to the sky between two clawed fingers, squinting when it catches the light.
You squirm. "Well, yes, like Sun, I suppose." You hadn't thought about it when you first found the glass, but its particular shade matches that of a certain yellow mer's tail.
"Anyway," you say, quickly placing the next itemâthis one a small clamshellâonto Moon's hand. You explain what you like about it and why you decided to keep it, and he studies both you and the shell. He's a patient listener as you ramble about your findings for the day. By the time you reach the last item in your collection, his hands are full of your little shells and glass and pretty rocks. He cradles them carefully, the webbing between his fingers helping to make sure he does not drop a single one of your newfound treasures.
"This last one is another piece of sea glass, but look at how round it is!" You hold it up so Moon can see, rolling the near-perfect sphere between your fingers. "I don't think I've ever found such a nicely rounded one before. And look at its color, it's such a nice shade of blue. These dark blue ones aren't as common as the light blue ones."
Moon looks at the sea glass, takes in the deep blue color, and a wide grin stretches across his face. He tilts his head to the side, red eyes fixated on your face, and says, "You like dark blue, hm?" His tail lifts out of the water, sunlight showing the iridescent sheen on his scales, midnight blue fins flicking a bit more water on your lap before settling back into the ocean.
You stare. Your mouth opens, then shuts. Your face is hot, cheeks burning, but surely that is from the heat, surely.
It takes a few more seconds for your brain to properly function again and you pull your arm back toward yourself, stuffing the sea glass back into your bag. "I'll have you know that blue is my favorite color. I've always liked blue things andâ don't let any of this get to your head!"
He laughs, a sound that warms you from the inside out. Moon carefully tilts his hands, spreading your trinkets onto the empty space beside you. "Stay," he demands, then pushes backward off the rocks in a beautiful arch and disappears into the ocean.
You're left speechless again, only able to stare at where the mer had just been.
Eventually, you start to pick up your little treasures and return them to your bag. Knowing that Moon probably would not tell you to stay if he would be gone for too long, you drink some more of your water and pull out a snack you had prepared for your beach activities today.
Soon enough, the blue mer reappears, pulling himself back onto the rocks with ease.
"Welcome back," you say. "Do you want to share why you disappeared afterâ after being so rude to me like this?"
Moon snickers. "Not rude. But I share this." He brings one of his hands up toward you, waiting for you to open your hand before he places whatever he was holding onto your palm. His claws scrape the slightest bit over your skin as he finally pulls back, sending a tingle up your arm.
Your eyes widen as you take in the shell that rests in your hand. âMoon, this is such a large shell!â It nearly covers your entire hand. The surface of it is rather rough, a mix of greys and browns with hints of green. Seven indents curve close to the outer edge of the shell.
You look up from the shell at the mer who gave it to you. âIâve never seen something like this before! Thanks, Moon.â
The discontent on Moonâs face surprises you.
âNo thanks, yet. Look at this.â He flips the shell over, so the curved inside is revealed to you.
âOh,â you whisper. Although the inside of the shell is dark, deep blues shimmer under the light of the sun. Layers of lighter purples and silver thread through the ever changing blues. The colors are lovely and deep, reminding you of Moon himself. âItâs just like your tail. Itâs gorgeous, I love these colors. Thank you for showing me this.â You look at the mer who has been intently studying your face the entire time. Stretching out your hand, you offer the shell back to him.
Moon shakes his head, an expression on his face that you canât quite place, yet it makes you give him a sweet smile. His hand curls over your own, closing your fingers around the shell. âKeep. Itâs yours.â
Your smile grows. âReally? Thank you, Moon! Itâs my favorite shell now. Iâll take good care of it.â
âGood.â
A moment passes where his gaze holds your own.
Then a wave crashes into the rocks and water drenches your legs and shorts, startling you with the coldness of it.
You scramble to your feet, hand clenched around the gift from Moon. âI canât believe it,â you whine, âToday was supposed to be a stay dry day.â
âCome swim,â Moon suggests, with a grin of sharp teeth.
Rolling your eyes, you pick up your bag, carefully adding your newest shell to your collection. âNice try, Moon. I should head home to put this new beautiful shell I got on display. And youâre probably tired, old man.â
âNot old, brat!â
With a laugh, you hurry away from the edge of the rocks to avoid the incoming splash from Moon. âIâll see you soon!â you shout, throwing a wave over your shoulder as you leave the mer.
Moon watches you go until you disappear, before diving under the waves. He canât wait to see the look on Sun's face when he hears about you accepting Moon's shell.
note: the shell Moon gave Reader is actually a blackfoot paua shell! they are sooo gorgeous, i definitely recommend looking them up c:
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The Happy Clippers
Why do I love product photography so much?
People have asked this from time to time. They will be confused as to why I choose to put so much effort into photographing a jar of hair gel or a soda bottle instead of something more meaningful. Or they will be impressed by the photography but their distaste for advertising in general will give them pause. Or they will complain that artists are wasting their talent helping companies market their wares.
And I understand some of that. But I fell in love with product photography mostly because I like the challenge. It requires a lot of very high level lighting techniques. It is essentially light sculpture. And it just so happens that when sculpting with light, the best subjects are those with glossy surfaces. And when learning and practicing this genre, it is super easy to just grab something you have in your house. And the glossiest and most reflective stuff tends to be... products.
Product photography is also easier for my disability. I don't have to deal with the anxiety that photographing people can sometimes cause. I don't have to go to a location. I can get up, move a light, lie back down and rest. Get up, move another light, lie back down. I don't have to do everything all at once and burn myself out.
There is also the fact that photographers can make a nice living shooting products. Artists deserve to eat. And there is nothing wrong with using your talent to that end.
But I also really like the idea of taking something mundane and ordinary and trying to make it interesting or beautiful. It takes a lot of creativity to figure out how to make a bottle of shampoo "sexy" or make a bottle of cheap wine not look so cheap.
And that is why this photo of nail clippers is one of my favorite product photos. I think it is funny because these clippers probably don't deserve to look this good.
In the future I do actually hope to take still life photos of more meaningful subjects. And I'd love to help people with small businesses get better photos of their items. There are a ton of folks who make awesome stuff on Etsy who just don't know how to capture a nice photo of their work. And I am planning an art project where I take portraits of people and their most cherished object.
But if a cosmetics company ever asks me to splash some water on a bottle of bronzer, I'm definitely going to take that paycheck.
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a black lace bralette đ
CW: Infidelity through unintentional but also definitely intentional sexting
Max doesnât send Daniel the photo deliberately.
Kelly watched too many videos about minimalism, got inspired, and is doing a massive closet clean out. Their bedroom is littered with fabric. Max doesnât even know how half these items even fit on a human body. Theyâre a confusing mess of zippers and strings.
Kelly gave up on asking his opinion about three dresses in â somehow, âyou look beautiful,â is the wrong answer when you say it more than once, and she banished him to the sim.
âIâm going to drop some of these off with friends and get dinner with them,â she says, holding up a bag of clothes and giving him a quick kiss. âWould you mind just taking the rest of the clothes and putting them in a box?â
Max rolls his neck and shoulders, then dutifully stands up from his chair. âOf course.â
She thanks him with another kiss then floats out the door. Max probably wonât see her for at least a few hours, but heâd rather get this out of the way quickly so he can get back to gaming.
He grabs an abandoned cardboard box and begins recklessly throwing things in, paying no mind to his work until his fingers catch on the neat edges of lace tucked inside a silky pink dress.
He carefully picks the item out and examines it, trying to determine if this was included deliberately or not. Itâs a delicate black bralette with a pretty little flower detail over the place nipples would sit. Heâs never seen Kelly wear this, and for good reason. The band is visibly too wide for her small frame, which means he should definitely toss it in the box. There are tags on it and everything.
He swallows, then tosses it back on the bed. It doesnât hurt to double check, just in case.
When the bed is clear, he carefully spreads the fine lace over the stark white sheets and takes a photo. He keeps the tag in the frame so she can see the size.
Max Verstappen: This was tucked inside a dress. Looks big enough to fit me đ Keep or donate?
He attaches the photo and clicks send, then very intentionally does not check his phone again until after heâs closed up the box and heated up some dinner.
Daniel Ricciardo: Well. If youâre asking me, keep.
Daniel Ricciardo: Iâd have to see it on first. It is your size after all âŠ
Daniel Ricciardo: Might look good under this yearâs polos
Max drops his fork with a clang and scrolls up to see that yeah, heâd clicked into his text thread with Daniel instead of Kelly. Amazing. Beautiful.
With Daniel, acting embarrassed about it would only make the situation worse. The best move with him, 100% of the time, is to lean into it.
He checks the time, then Kellyâs location. They havenât even made it to a restaurant yet. Her dot is still firmly inside her friendâs building. She doesnât always get his friendship with Daniel and the kind of humour they share, and this one would be especially tough to explain if she walked in on it.
He cuts one last look to the front door then slithers back to the bedroom. He yanks out one of the several navy polos hanging on his sparse side of the closet and tosses it onto the bed alongside the wrinkled shirt he was just wearing.
He reaches out three fingers and scoops up the bralette with them, letting it dangle in the air as he tries to figure out how to put it on. Thereâs no clasp, just some kind of elastic, so he figures he just has to pull it on over his head.
He adjusts it in his hands so the small triangles face the front, then goes for it. He gets a little tangled up in it first try, has to pull it back up to successfully place a complicated x-shape across his back, but he gets it settled. Itâs a bit too tight on him, but it fits.
He adjusts the bra so everything is settled correctly and sitting right, then tugs the polo on without daring to look down at the lace on its own.
He pulls up the thread with Daniel, opens the camera, and takes a picture with the shirt tugged open just enough to see the black straps peeking out.
Max Verstappen: What do you think? Will I be best-dressed?
Daniel sends something back almost immediately, which is unusual for him. Heâs normally a slow texter.
Daniel Ricciardo: Think I have to see it without the polo to really decide. Very fashion-forward, though.
Maxâs body is warm all over, small beads of sweat starting to collect in the pits of his shirt. He canât explain what comes over him. He moves on instinct, no thought, no consideration of what the existence of a picture like this could do to him if it got leaked.
He props up his phone on the bed, pulls off the polo, and sits in front of the camera. Heâs learned a few things in his years as an Instagram boyfriend, and the self-timer is one. He clicks the three-second option and leans his torso forward a little so the bralette takes up more of the frame.
He can see it now, the full effect. The bra being too tight means it pushes the extra fat on his pecs closer together. His arms are pressed against his side, which furthers the effect of his barely-there-but-definitely-there tits. The black lace is a harsh contrast to his pale skin, but the flushed pink on his neck and chest soften it a little. The band digs into his flesh, but it doesnât look bad on camera.
His athletic shorts look dumb in comparison, he thinks. He crops the photo just below the soft curve of hips, enough to cut out the mesh but keep his full upper body in the frame. The photo doesnât capture his face â heâs not totally stupid, even if this photo is only going to Daniel â but you can see the barest hint of his unshaven stubble.
Max Verstappen: So? Think the team will go for it?
He watches Daniel type, then stop, then type again. It goes on for one minute, two, three, before he finally gets a voice memo. Itâs only four seconds long, but he drops his phone on the bed and lets it play from there.
Daniel clearly has his retainer in, his words slightly lisped in that distinct way they do when his tongue hits plastic.
âI think you should bring that to Baku,â he says. He sounds like heâs aiming for a joke, and is halfway there, but his voice is straining at the end of the sentence.
Max lets out one long, shuddering breath. The lace feels too restrictive, indenting his skin like damning proof instead of an elaborate joke. He pulls it off, then crumbles the material and stuffs it inside the polo on his bed so he doesnât have to look at it any longer.
He has to answer. He canât leave Daniel on read, with this half-serious thing sitting between them, but he also canât play it off entirely. Itâs not â heâs happy. Heâs in a good, healthy relationship with someone he loves. He stopped letting himself wonder about Daniel years ago, gave into the reality that Danielâs jokes would never mean as much as Max used to think they might.
Max Verstappen: Maybe I will, maybe I wonât
Max Verstappen: Youâll have to get my polo off on Thursday to see đ
He searches the emoji keyboard for wink, selects one with extreme caution. He thinks it strikes the correct balance of joking and flirty.
Daniel types, then stops, then types all over again.
Daniel Ricciardo: I love a challenge. See you Thursday.
The conversation ends there. Max finishes his now-cold dinner, tapes up the box for donation, and joins his friends for a few quick rounds of FIFA. He doesnât tell Kelly about the bra and doesnât delete the photo from his phone. Instead, he takes the polo with the black lace inside, opens the corner of his already-packed suitcase, and stuffs it inside.
#fics#maxiel#this prompt was so fun#because obviously i need to see maxs chest in that#but its hard to imagine a scenario in which max realistically puts on a scratchy uncomfortable piece of fabric for the sake of looking good#out of his own free will
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