#that eye brow is better too and my facial hair is thicker on that side

[bloodbonesandmarrow]

sacanime this year was tlt con for me

[snkts]

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🐛 || A Nightmare

It's bright. Too bright. Blindingly white, and even if he closes his eyes, the light pierces through his lids to blind him again. He tries anyway. Flinches back- Still sees it. Even when he tries to shield his eyes with his elbow, it's just...

Everywhere.

There are no walls. No ceiling. Not even a floor, though he's standing on something. ... And he's not alone.

"Logan?" A voice calls. ... He doesn't recognize that voice. Logan squints against the light but it doesn't help - he can't see anything.

"Not for nothing, but you got me at a disadvantage." He says, scrubbing at his eyes with his hand. "Who are you?"

"You know who I am." The voice says. Logan can't even begin to describe it. The longer he tries to listen, the more it changes. One syllable it's young and lilting, the next, old and rasped. Confident then uncertain, whispering then deafening.

"No, can't say that I do." He says, lowering his arm to try and get a look again. This time, he sees someone. That figure changes like the voice does. It is hunched and shambling and it is tall and graceful. Masculine then feminine, long hair, short, light skin, dark. He couldn't make the facial features out. They were changing too fast for him to get a read on them - but as the form grew closer, he could make out a slightly too-wide smile with way too many teeth. Logan tries to step back, but his movements feel sluggish and uncoordinated. The figure didn't have that problem.

"Yes, you do, my love." It said, drawing ever closer. "It hasn't been that long, has it?"

And all of a sudden, he knows that voice. All of a sudden, he recognizes that face. And all of a sudden, he can't bring it in himself to pull away.

"Mariko...?" His own voice sounds a million miles away. She smiles and leans her cheek into his palm.

"I missed you." She says softly. She feels warm. Warm and soft and comforting. She closes her dark eyes and Logan feels paralyzed. She doesn't look like he remembers. There's no fear in her eyes, and her body does not contort in agony. There is no blood, no bile, no tears. She is safe, and relaxed, and happy. She is beautiful. She is perfect. And in this moment, as she looks up at him, he is hers, completely and utterly hers.

"Mariko." He says, and it's devotion filling the space terror had left behind. Because it's her. And he loves her. In a better world, he would've belonged to her. "I missed you. Fuck, darlin', I missed you so much. I thought I'd never see you again." He pulls her into his arms, where she always fit so perfectly. Where he should have kept her.

"It's been far too long." She agreed, nestling into his shoulder - and then he felt her shift as if she was trying to look at him without dislodging his embrace. "But... Who's Mariko?"

"What-?" He stepped back and

her

face

came

with

him.

It rips off with the sound of wet tissue paper, along with any other skin he'd touched, clinging to him in a spatter of gore. Her body stayed standing; the mess of muscle and bone that was her head tilted to the side in innocent curiosity.

"Logan?" The voice shifted again. He painstakingly tore his eyes away from the red that dripped off of him. Pooling on the floor among the heap of dripping skin. A grotesque puddle that seeps into his boots. He looks at her death-mask instead. ... But it's not the grim, flayed visage grinning back at him. It's a woman's face, and she's...

Beautiful.

Different from Mariko, but still beautiful. Her skin is a little paler, a little warmer; her eyes a bit darker, brows a bit thicker, and her hair - a different shade of black - hung like a silk curtain past her waist. She tilted her head and walked like dancing to try and reach out for him again, and he was so awestruck he almost blanked out the blood on the ground.

"Why do I...?" He wasn't sure how to finish that sentence. Know you; Recognize you; Love you. He fumbled the thoughts and almost settled on one before a weak voice drew his attention back down. The sloughed-off flesh was reaching for him.

"Logan," it burbled through gelatinous lips, "my love." He shouts a curse and jumps back.

"What the fuck-?!"

"What's the matter?" Mariko's skin and the strange woman said at the same time. The woman stepped towards him even as he backed up, and the skin crawled along the floor with a noise like a trash bag full of meat. "Don't you recognize me?" As the woman advanced, the skin she'd been wearing tore off like it'd snagged on something, and joined Mariko's in slithering across the floor. Logan backed up, but again, no matter how he scrambled, the distance between them stayed the same. He extended his claws and brandished them in front of him.

"Stay back- Jesus, stay back!" His voice cracks. He doesn't notice.

"Don't you recognise me, darling?" The flayed corpse asked as red hair oozed from its scalp and spilled down its shoulders. Sun-kissed skin bloomed across its face as its eyes slipped into green. ""I know it's been a while, but- your claws remember." The redhead's chest split open in three parts, oozing crimson gore before that skin was shucked, too. It's also on the floor- but somehow, the first two have caught up to him. They wind boneless limbs around his legs and he feels their cold, fetid blood seeping into the denim of his jeans.

"Hasn't been that long, has it?" It's a man's voice now. Another face he doesn't recognize but does - sandy hair, a bit of scruff, green eyes and a soldier's uniform. "Quit foolin', _____." The man's lips move around the last word, but Logan doesn't recognize the syllables, and his voice sounds like it's a thousand miles away and under water. Logan doesn't have time to think about what the man might have said, because that boyish smile splits the rugged face in half and that skin, too, is shed, another putrid hand wrapping around him and dragging him down. There's nothing beneath his feet but he's sinking into it regardless. Being pulled under like quicksand.

Like drowning.

"I wanted more time with you." The thing's new face is a woman with warm brown skin, high cheekbones, dark eyes, and long, black-brown hair that spills down her shoulders. "Don't you want that, too?" And then the corpse grew, bursting out of the skin to form a new one. Logan was submerged in the clawing, grasping, begging flesh up to his waist now. He scrabbles and claws, but no matter how many times adamantium flashes, the bloody mess of shucked bodies keeps trying to crawl up him, to drown him.

He's looking up at a man now, dressed in fine clothes from another era, with blue eyes and short dark hair.

"I've been waiting all this time." The man reached a hand out and fell off the body as it grew again. Brown hair tumbled down its shoulders, and eyes of a similar shade leered down from behind three jagged, parallel scars.

"You always were a coward." It sneered in a rough baritone. "Ain't got anything to say t'me, ____?" Again with the lost words. The rifle in its hands pointed at Logan's face, and when the muzzle moved out of his eyesight he was finally staring up at somebody he recognized.

Sabretooth.

"Why the long face, runt?" Creed sneered. Logan sputtered; the flesh and blood was up to his mouth now, tugging at him and trying to force its way down his throat even as he tipped his face back. "I told ya' you don't get to walk away from me." Logan chokes and gags and tries to snarl when Creed leans in close, all teeth and hot breath and drool with a sadistic chuckle. It's a last ditch effort as Logan swings his claws, pulling out of the mire to slash that smug look off his face-

Creed's skin falls away and it's a woman's voice who screams.

Brown hair. Green eyes (eye - one all but removed on Logan's claws), beautiful despite the bloodshed and clad in antiquated clothing. She clutches at her ruined face and staggers back even as the flesh and blood pulls Logan down into the dark. The last thing he sees is her one remaining eye, wild and terrified, as she screams at him.

"MONSTER!"

And then he's awake.

[spacedikut]

pumpkin party ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x short f!reader

summary:  “hi can i request a spencer x f!reader who’s like short (like 5 ft tall short hehe) w curly hair and uh they do like cute fall stuff together like pumpkin picking and halloween and baking and leaves and stuff ??? sorry if that isn’t specific enough i love ur writing ur amazing okay gn” 1502 words

a/n: here’s a kinda short terrible thing about pumpkin picking and carving w spencer because honestly nothing sounds better 

masterlist

As sweet as the gesture is, you can’t help but stare incredulously at Spencer when he offers you his coat.

“Are you…serious?” You ask, eyebrow raised.

“Of course. Only for a few minutes, until you warm up a little. Actually, men are colder than women; temperature responds to changing hormone levels, so women’s body temperatures vary depending on the phase of their menstrual cycle.”

“Please don’t talk about my menstrual cycle when we’re at a pumpkin patch.”

“Right. Sorry.” He giggles, “But a man’s body temperature is often hotter near his-“

“Don’t! There are children!” You hiss, but can’t resist laughing along. You two are the only adults at the pumpkin patch without little ones running around, but neither of you seem to mind.

“Here,” He says again, “Take it.”

“Spence,” You sigh, “That jacket is gonna basically be on the floor if I put it on. I don’t want to ruin it.”

“How is-“ He starts, confused, before he realises you’re referencing your stark height different, “Oh. Yeah. Then I can’t help you.”

You should’ve known it was bound to get chilly at the nearest farm.  Spencer asked if you were sure you didn’t want to bring a jacket, and you said of course, and now look at you. You’re surprised he hasn’t said, “Told you so!” yet.

“I did say-“

There it is.

You tug on his hand, interlocking your fingers as you start walking, “Let’s just pick our pumpkins and get out of here. I’m too excited about our new carving tools to wait.”

He happily follows along, both of you commenting on pumpkins and their appearances as you walk around – who knew Spencer could be so judgemental? – before one of you finds one you deem good enough.

You find yours first - ugly, slightly deformed, but that’s how you like them. It’s shaped more like a typical squash, elongated and thicker at the bottom, slimmer at the top. You love it.

Spencer usually likes the ugly pumpkins, too, so you’re surprised when he picks a near-perfect one from the bunch.

“I need another one.” He mumbles, set on his mission. He wanders around a little more, perfectly round bright orange pumpkin in hand, eyes dancing around the patch. “Another one…”

You tenderly grasp your squash-like pumpkin and wait patiently, watching him roll the second pumpkin he likes up his leg, to his hip, so he can heave it into his arms.

He only looks like he’s struggling a little.

“I can take one, if you want,” You offer, but he vigorously shakes his head.

“I got it, I got it.”

You watch him wobble towards you, clearly suffering with the weight in his hands, and can’t help but offer again. “Let me, Spence,”

He beams at you excitedly, “Love, really, I’m okay. Let’s go.”

He waddles by and you follow him to the front, keeping a close eye on him because you’re concerned he’ll drop to his knees. “We both know I got the muscle and you got the height.”

“I’m a very strong man. I can handle two pumpkins.”

You decide not to argue back, even when he lets out an obscene groan as he loudly dumps the pumpkins onto the cash register.

Not even when you hear him whisper an encouraging, “I’m a very strong man.” To himself before heaving the pumpkins back into his arms.

Or when he falls asleep in the car ride home.

+++

The tradition you and Spencer have, even before you started dating, is you wouldn’t tell eachother your ideas until the big reveal after carving. Spencer holds this tradition very dear to his heart, so when you start questioning him about his plans that involve two pumpkins, he is rightly offended.

“Why can’t you just tell me?” You laugh, lightly nudging his side as he lays all the tools out onto the table.

“Because!” His lips quirk up, stifling a chuckle, “You know, over one-point-five billion pounds of pumpkin are produced each year in the U.S.”

“Actually, I have a pumpkin fact for you.”

You’re grinning at him, a blinding smile that makes Spencer feel mushy inside. You look genuinely enthused, pure eagerness on your face as you bounce on your toes when you tell him that, for once, you have a fact for him.

He knows it won’t be new information to him, but he loves you so he’ll listen and pretend it’s his first time hearing it.

He loves you.

Holy hell, does he love you.

“Did you know…” You trail off, all dramatic and suspenseful and making Spencer go heart eyed, “The original jack-o’-lanterns were made with turnips and potatoes by the Irish.”

Yes. He does know that.

He raises an eyebrow.

“So you’re making a jack-o’-lantern?”

You guffaw. How did he-

“My guess is you were looking for pumpkin carving ideas, probably on Pinterest, and ended up looking at jack-o’-lantern ideas and stumbled upon some facts.”

Smugly, he hands you a carving tool while you stare at him, mouth agape.

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

“You suck.”

Quietly, he says, “You love me.”

And as you both get to work, you can’t help but think yes, I do.

+++

Spencer works at record-breaking speed. His first is done (and harshly discarded, you note) within thirty minutes, then he moves eagerly onto the next.

Even though the element of surprise is ruined, you work meticulously – you won’t let your literal hours of research (and practice doodles in your notebook) go to waste. Your tongue peeks out of your mouth, brows tensing and easing sporadically. Your whole apartment stinks of pumpkin, the innards of them building quite the mountain between you and Spencer.

Good thing you like the smell of it, you suppose.

“You nearly done?” Spencer asks, stretching after over an hour of being hunched over the table.

You purse your lips, “Yeah, I think so. What about you?”

He bites his lip when your attention is directed to him. There’s an anxiousness to him, beyond his normal jitters, and you wonder what he’s done. Will you have to have a serious conversation after this? Is he breaking up with you? Is he dumping you through a goddamn pumpkin?

“You go first.” He tells you.

“I assume I don’t have a choice?”

“Nope. Show me the jack-o’-lantern!”

You playfully groan, dejectedly spinning the pumpkin until it faces Spencer. He reacts with excitement, a pleased grin on his face as his eyes momentarily widen and his eyebrows shoot up. It’s a cute reaction. He’s cute.

“That’s incredible, Y/N!” He says, leaning in to look closer at the cuts and design. “We have to put it outside.”

“You think so?” You bashfully fiddle with the stalk at the top.

“Yeah! It’ll match mine!”

Spencer spins his first pumpkin, then, and it’s another jack-o’-lantern like yours but a different facial expression. You love it, reacting in a similar way to how Spencer did to yours – joy on your face as you exclaim a, “Whoa!” when you look at it.

“I think we’re spending too much time together,” Spencer jokes, “I was planning to do a jack-o’-lantern, too.”

“Great minds think alike.” You smile, and his heart flutters. “Now, the other one! Is it another-“

You move to turn the second pumpkin yourself, but Spencer’s hands stop you.

“Wait-“ He calls, removing your hands from his work. You look at him in confusion. “If you hate it, let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”

“What?”

“Just- okay?”

You nod. After a deep breath, Spencer turns his second pumpkin until it’s directly in front of you. He gives you some seconds to take it in, read what’s written on it and process.

You take too long to process and Spencer starts panicking.

“Like I said-“

“Do you mean it?” You look at him, and there’s tears in your eyes, “Really?”

You look back to the pumpkin with ‘I ♡ U’ carved messily in it. Somehow, though just two letters and one symbol, you can tell it’s distinctly Spencer’s scrawny writing and it’s perfect.

It’s the first time he’s ever said he loves you. And it’s kind of weird, to do it through a pumpkin, but it’s so Spencer and God you love him too.

“Yeah,” He says, quietly, “Yeah, I do. I love you, Y/N.”

You jump out of your chair, straight into his lap, his arms immediately wrapping tightly around your waist. Your hands find themselves in his hair, tugging his lips to yours and kissing him with reckless abandon.

He giggles happily against your lips. It’s the best feeling in the world.

When you pull back, his hands flex on your thighs as you beam at eachother. Everything feels perfect.

“I love you too, you know,” You whisper, blushing.

He brings you in again, pressing feverish kisses on your lips, repeating the same sentence over and over, I love you I love you I love you I love you.

You repeat it back every time. And you always will.

[laurafett]

Prisoner

PART ONE

Boba Fett x f reader

- You are a prisoner in Boba’s palace and don’t know why. After trying to break out the guards bring you to Boba himself and he is not happy with your behavior -

No mentions of pronouns, hair or skin color, sexuality. 

Minors, do NOT interact!!

Warnings: smut, angry sex, thigh riding, degrading, guns, p in v (wrap it before you tap it), cum in v

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This was not the way you wanted this to go. Your plan went miserably wrong, to say the least. But who could have known that he had guards in every fucking inch of this palace. And who would have thought that those Gamorrean could be so quiet while sneaking up to you. Well, you clearly didn’t.

Now here you were. Your arms in the grip of two guards and on your way to Boba’s personal chambers. You wished they would have just put you back into your cell but no, they had told their boss about your try to break out. 

Being a prisoner in the palace of Boba Fett wasn’t the worst way you had ever lived. But it wasn’t exactly all fun and games either. You got enough food, sometimes even some decent things, enough to drink and you were allowed to see the sunlight through your small window. 

It still wasn’t a great experience. But as said, you’ve been through worse. For example, there was the time you were on the run from the Empire after you betrayed them. It was bad. You were living in the dirt and did not have enough food or clean water for days. You were completely alone. Not being able to talk to anyone because you didn’t know who to trust. Thank the Maker you didn’t trust anyone. They would have handed you to the Empire in a matter of seconds. 

You really thought you could make it after your numerous weeks of hiding. But it turns out that the men Boba hired knew what they were doing. They tracked you for days, following every single one of your steps until they knew when and where to catch you. 

There were four of them that had attacked you all at once. You were still half asleep in the pile of mud in which you had made your bed and because of this, they were able to overwhelm you and bring you to their ship. 

At the very least, they took care of the knife wound you had sustained after the very one sided fight. It was only a cut in your upper arm, but it was deep and it hurt like hell with all the dirt on your skin directly making its way into the open cut. 

After that, they brought you to Tatooine; more specifically to the infamous Boba Fett himself. You had heard about his success at the overtaking of Jabba's old palace but you never thought you would ever meet him, not thinking you were of any importance to ever be in his presence. But it seemed like you were wrong about that.

Until now, you’d only met him once. It was the day his men dragged you out of the ship and into the palace. It was bigger than you expected. So many different rooms and floors but everything looked the same. Every wall had the same sandish colour and all doors were identical. You really wondered how the people here knew where they were going. 

Just like now. The corridor you just walked through looked like everything else. Plain, boring, not even a sign or anything to show in which direction you had to go. 

In the two weeks you’ve spent here, you would’ve probably not been able to memorize any room or stairs. You would’ve probably become lost every time you set a foot out of your cell. Thank the Maker again you were not allowed to leave the tiny room.

You laughed at yourself at how ridiculous that sounded. 

One of the Gamorreans pulled at your arm, babbling something in Huttese, which you could only assume translated to “shut up”.

Your hands were cuffed behind your back while they dragged you through the dark floor. Maybe you should’ve been nervous about your encounter with the feared bounty hunter but at this point in your life you weren’t afraid of much anymore. As long as the Empire would not get any hold of you, you knew that you would be some kind of safe. 

It seemed like your walk was about to end when the creatures took one last turn into a corridor that only led to one door. This one actually looked different than the others. It was bigger and had a different style of code pad beside it. You couldn’t see it properly but you were pretty sure it was thicker too. 

A grunt left your mouth when both pulled at your arms to make you stop. You shot a death glare at the guard to your left which only earned you a growl in response.The other one stepped forward and pressed one of the buttons beside the door before he went back to your side, reconnecting his grip at your arm. 

Some seconds later the door opened, leading into a room that looked, no surprise to anyone, exactly like all the others. Not daring to make a move, you waited for someone to tell you what to do. 

After some moments of silence, the Gamorreans by your side got impatient and started swearing. They pushed you into the direction of the door, not caring if they would hurt you or touched your still sensitive wound. When they finally managed to push you through the open door, they gave you one last shove and a grumble before they turned around. 

“Nee choo sleemo!” Was all you managed to say before the door closed right in front of your nose. 

“I didn’t know you could speak Huttese.” A dark voice caught your attention. 

You turned into its direction and saw Boba. He sat in a big seat, right in front of a big massive stone table. It had the same colour as the walls. 

“Only a little bit.” You said and your eyes started to wander. This must have been his office. But the only thing that told you this was the big table, some chairs and a great amount of shelves with different kinds of paper on them. The rest was just as simple as anything else in the palace. 

There was a door on his right side, but it was closed. Probably the door to his private chambers. An enormous window was above him, allowing to paint the room in sunlight during the daytime. 

“You should sit down.” Cutting through your thoughts, your eyes flicked back towards his direction. 

A little hesitant, you walked up to him. You weren’t afraid of what was going to happen but you were confused at how calm he was. You actually expected to be yelled at and that he might beat you up. Maybe that would still happen but for now you just wanted to follow his orders.

Your foot kicked one of the chairs in front of you so you were able to take a seat. Boba wore his helmet, so you couldn’t make out any kind of facial expression he may have had at your actions. But your eyes stayed on the part of his visor where you thought his would be. 

The silence between the two of you was not uncomfortable. It was more like a contest of who would be able to stay silent the longest. The man had his hands intertwined on the table in front of him. You weren’t even able to hear him breathe. 

“Do you know why you are here?” His words suddenly broke the tension. 

“I would guess it’s because I tried to break out?” The sarcastic tone in your voice made the bounty hunter chuckle. It was a deep sound rumbling through his chest and for a second you even thought that you just imagined it. 

“No. Not because of this.” His body relaxed a little and he leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I knew that the day would come when you would try to run away. You are too smart for the old code systems here.” 

You furrowed your brows in confusion. 

“You did?” Feeling the tension getting less with every second you tried to get a more comfortable position in your seat. He started nodding slightly.

“Yes I did. You tricked the Empire, why wouldn’t you be able to get through the basic systems here? That’s why I told the guards to stay close to your door. So you couldn’t leave the palace.”

Shrugging your shoulders and nodding, you signal  that his points actually made sense.

“But I want to know if you know why you are here, on Tatooine. In my palace.” His helmet nudged into your direction.

“Well… “ You started, trying to think of the only reason why you could be here. “If I had to guess again, I would say I am here because you want to hand me over to the Empire to get the credits for me as a bounty.”

Tilting your head, you kept what you assumed was eye contact. It was silent for some moments again, as if he would consider if your idea was better than whatever his was. 

“That actually sounds like a good plan, but no. This is not the reason.” He went silent again and just continued to look at your figure. You on the other hand got more confused with every passing moment. If he didn’t want to get the credits for you, why were you here?

“So… Do you want to tell me why I’m here then?” You grew impatient. It was no secret that Boba didn’t talk much, but this was ridiculous. Now that you were here right in front of him, he should also tell you why he kept you in his palace in the first place.

“Don’t be so annoyed. I brought you here so I could finally tell you.” 

You weren’t able to see it but under his helmet a smile danced around Boba’s lips. He heard about you way before the incident with the Empire happened. He actually looked for someone with great hacking, fighting and undercover skills like you. And when one of his men brought up your name and the stuff you already did, which caused you to have some credits on your head that already made you interesting for bounty hunters, he knew that he found who he was looking for. 

“The person who gave you the assignment to work your way into the Empire and steal the codes from them, did you know who they were working for?”

Slowly, very slowly you got in which direction this was going.

“No, I didn’t know. But I also didn’t care. It was just a job. A very dangerous one and also one I didn’t get enough credits for but still just a job. I don’t need to know every person’s name I work for.” Another chuckle rumbled through his chest, this time you didn’t think you imagined it. It was louder and clearer than the last time. 

“That’s what I thought. Well, to make it short, it was me.” Your lips pressed together and you nodded. You didn’t know if this was supposed to tell you anything but if it was, you didn’t get it.

“And that is the reason you locked me into a cell for two weeks?” Raising your eyebrows, you looked at his covered face. 

A long sight left his mouth. People told him you were cocky but he thought you would have a little bit more respect for him. Both of his hands went up to his helmet. He lifted it up and set it down onto the table. 

This was the first time you saw his face. It's not like you had no idea what he looked like, you saw holographs of the clones before. You knew Boba was more a son to Jango Fett than a clone, you heard it in stories, but you still knew that he looked like the others. 

You looked at the scars on his face, the way the skin around them was more pale than the rest of his face. He looked older than he was, probably due to his encounter with the sarlacc pit. His facial features were rustic and strong. And his dark brown eyes looked directly into yours.

“The reason why I locked you away was because you were in trouble. Everyone is looking for you. And even though you did a good job at hiding, there would have been no way you could keep doing this much longer.”

“So you thought it would be a good idea to kidnap me and throw me into your own personal prison?” An annoyed expression washed over his face. 

“No. I thought it would be a good idea to hide you here. After all, it’s still my fault that the Empire is after you.” You rolled your eyes while a smile tugged at your lips.

“Oh, you, the great Boba Fett, Kind of the Underworld, is worried about someone who did a job for him. That definitely makes sense.” It was possible to see that the man got fed up. His expression hardened and his eyes got darker.

“I wasn’t worried! There is just no need for more unnecessary deaths. I took over this place for a reason!” Boba’s voice got louder with every word he spoke. His hands were already balled into fists.

For some reason this was very funny to you. A bounty hunter who was supposed to have enough patience to hunt people for days, got riled up by someone as unimportant as you. The smile on your lips grew wider. 

“Sure. Makes sense.” Your tone was so monoton. You were almost impressed by yourself at how cool you could stay while he was yelling at you. 

 “You have no right to complain. You had everything you needed. Food, water, even a small bathroom and a nurse who looked after your wounds. If I would have told you why you are here and if you would have been able to leave your room at any time you want, someone would have noticed you and told the Empire. You would be dead by now. Or maybe worse.”

He yelled at you right in the face and all you could do was smirk. It was so ironic that he was the angry one in this situation even though it was supposed to be you. He probably thought you would start yelling at him. And for some reason you liked it. The angry tone in his voice sent a shiver over your body. 

“Yes, it’s okay. I get it.” You nodded slightly, still looking at him. 

Boba was fed up. He didn’t expect you to fall on to your knees and thank him for your rescue but he brought himself and his business in danger to save your life. And all you did was laugh in his face. 

The bounty hunter never met someone like you, someone who had absolutely no respect for him. Especially now that he took over the palace. No one dared to look his way or to say something wrong. If you weren’t so annoying to him he may be impressed.

“You are very ungrateful.” He gritted through his teeth.

“Well, I didn’t ask you to save me.” You said and shrugged your shoulders. 

This was enough for him. The disrespect you brought up against him made him lose his temper. He stood up, walked around the table, pulled his blaster out and held it against your forehead. 

The cold metal of the weapon pressed against your skin. A wave of adrenalin washed through your body and made the tips of your fingers tingle. Familiar heat spreads into your lower stomach, almost making you laugh. Of course, you get turned on by a man holding a blaster to your head. 

“You better keep your mouth shut or I will change my mind and kill you right here and now.” His broad figure stood in front of you, dark eyes looking down at you the way a hunter looks at his prey right before they are about to pull the trigger. 

The words made their way directly down to your cunt. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs. Even the sight in front of you didn’t make it any better. His chest raised with every breath he took and his eyes pierced into yours. The look, probably supposed to be a warning, telling you not to mess with him but the only thing it did was to make you even more desperate. 

You slightly pressed your thighs together, trying to give yourself at least a little bit of friction but it didn’t work. Biting your lip, to hide the silent moan that was about to escape, you saw that Boba knew exactly what you were trying to do. His eyes went down to your thighs for a second before shooting back up to yours. 

A smile tugged at your mouth again and this time your eyes darted down for a moment. It was clear to see that the man was just as aroused as you. The outlines of his hardening cock pressed against his dark trousers.

Bringing your eyes back up to him, you smiled.

“Make me.”

In a matter of seconds his other hand was around your throat and squeezed it. He brought his face down to yours so both of you were on the same height.

“You think this is funny, huh? Not having the slightest bit of respect. Maybe I should teach you some manners. Hm? What do you think, little one? Should I teach you how to behave?” 

The smile on your face was gone now, but you enjoyed this no less. With an enthusiastic nod you gave him your consent. 

“Use your fucking words. I know what a kriffing smart mouth you have.” He spoke the words through his teeth, too angry and turned on to hide it any longer. 

“Yes. Fuck, yes I want you to teach me some respect, Boba.” His grip around your throat let loose and he got back up, so that he looked down at you again.

“That’s right. Good girl.” He drew the gun away from your face and walked back over to the other side of the table, sitting down in his big armchair. 

The nickname made your body tingle in anticipation. Following every move he made, your look fell onto his spread legs. His thick thighs covered almost every inch of the seat while the bulge in his pants grew bigger within seconds.

“Come here.”

Carefully you tried to stand up. You didn’t really trust your legs at this moment, too weak to hold your full weight with the way they already shivered a little bit. Slowly you walked up to him, never breaking eye contact. 

When you stood beside him you could see how he mustered your body up and down.

“Strip.” His voice was demanding. Not asking you to do it, instead he was commanding you.

“I can’t. My hands are still cuffed.” Turning around you waved your hands to demonstrate to him that you really weren’t able to move them.

Facing him again, you saw a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“What a pleasant surprise. Maybe we should keep it that way.” The man’s fingers went down to his belt and fumbled with something you couldn’t see. 

While waiting for his next move, you tried to hold yourself back from rubbing your thighs together. You still didn’t know how fast he was able to make you feel this way but there was something about him, something so raw and exciting, you really couldn’t describe it. 

The way his broad figure took over this whole armchair and left no room for anything else. The thought that he could overwhelm you in no time and make you regret any of your decisions you did in the past ten minutes. 

He was dangerous, every part of his body probably stronger than yours. Boba was one of the most feared men in the galaxy and yet you stood here with wet panties and the thought about his dick in your cunt. 

“There we go.” His left hand pulled out a vibro knife from his belt. “Don’t move.” And with one swift move he slid the knife under your shirt, pulled it down and cut it in the middle.

A soft whimper left your mouth when the air hit your naked skin. Boba’s eyes devoured you. They were glued to your breasts, looking at them so intensely that you almost felt uncomfortable. 

Like he was in trance he put the knife down and his hands started working on your pants. You helped him by shaking your legs so it would be easier for him to pull them down. 

After he opened the button, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled your trousers down, taking your panties right with them. Trying to get rid of your shoes, you managed to get out of the pants and kick them to the side.  

His eyes followed your loose clothing and spotted the wet spot in your underwear. 

Now you stood in front of him, nacked aside from your ripped shirt still hanging around your upper body. His look burned into your skin, not letting his eyes move from any inch of your skin until he was sure he saw everything. 

Both of his hands reached out and grabbed your ass. He pulled you towards him, sitting you down on one of his thighs. The cold beskar sent a shiver over your body and pressed almost painfully against your heat.

“So this is what holding a loaded blaster to your head does to you? You fucking whore.” Two of his fingers gripped your chin and pointed your face into his direction. “I’m gonna tell you what to do now and you are going to listen to me and do it. Do you understand me?”

You hummed, nodding to let him know that you understood but you quickly found out this wasn’t what he wanted. His fingers left your chin and slid down to your throat. He squeezed it so hard that you got dizzy for a split second.

“I told you to use your kriffing words and I’m not going to repeat myself.” The grip loosened again. 

“Y-yes, yes. I’m sorry. I- I will do anything you tell me.” 

A smile danced across his lips and you could feel his hard cock twitching against your leg.

“Good. Ride my thigh until you cum all over it.” He brought his hand back down, laying it over his bulge.

You were so turned on and needy that you wasted no more time. Trying to find a good rhythm you rubbed your wet cunt against the beskar on his leg. It was hard to find any kind of friction because your slick heat just slipped over the metal. 

“Fuck I-” Swearing you tried to find a part of the beskar shield that had some roughness. 

It was clear to see that Boba enjoyed seeing you struggling. His eyes were pinned to the place where you tried to find some release. 

“I- I can’t. It just doesn’t work.” Your voice sounded breathy and high, almost as if you were about to cry.

“Oh Princess, I know you can do it.” His voice was filled with amusement. 

Giving it one more try, you scooted up higher, closer to the upper half of his body. Finally you could feel the end of the plate. You slowly started to rub your clit on the space between his pants and the beskar. 

Low moans rumbled in your throat. Slowly moving your hips back and forth, you were able to find a good pace. The heat in your lower abdomen started to grow and you couldn't hold back the sounds coming from your mouth. 

Both of your hands twitched, desperately wanting to hold on to something. Your movements became faster as you felt the pleasure finally building itself up. Through your almost closed eyes you could see how Boba palmed himself through his pants. An even louder moan escaped you as your thoughts wandered to the feeling of his dick inside of you. 

You let your head fall back, trying to concentrate only on your release. It was close, you could feel it. 

Suddenly a hand pushed your head back up and you looked directly into Boba’s eyes.

“Look at me when you cum. Show me that you deserve my cock.” His words almost sent you over the edge. The raspy voice made its way straight down to your core and you could feel that you were almost there. 

Feeling your clit pulsing, you tried to grind down harder. Your pace got slower but the feeling was more intense. The man’s hand was still at the back of your head, giving you at least a little bit of hold. 

Your chest heaved with every breath you took and there still seemed to be no air in your lungs. His dark eyes bore into yours, giving you a warning. Telling you to better do as he had said. 

Several parts of your body began to tingle at the same time. You were so close. You just needed a bit more encouragement. 

“Please, Boba. Tell me- ah fuck. Tell me to cum.” Sounding like you were about to die of thirst, you plead at him. His voice was the last thing you needed to finish.

“Cum.” He was quiet, almost seemed bored, as if you haven’t been sitting on his leg and using it to get yourself off for the last couple minutes. “Now!” Suddenly you felt a sharp slap against your ass.

Your legs began to shake around his and you pressed them together. A loud gasp left your mouth, inhaling so much air at once that your mouth felt dry. Shoulders tensing and eyebrows furrowing, you did your best to not look away from him. 

Your toes curled against the sandy floor, your fingernails dug into your palms and whines drooled out of your mouth. Every muscle in your body was active.

Slowly you started to calm down again. Relaxing your shoulders, you tried to take control over your breathing. You heard your heartbeat in your ears and almost felt the blood rushing through your veins. 

“See.” The low sound of his voice broke through your clouded mind. “I was right. Now, come up and straddle me. You deserve a small reward for doing so well.”

A mischievous expression painted his face. With all the strength you had in your leg, you pulled it up and brought it on the outside of his other thigh. His hands went directly to your ass and grabbed your cheeks. He moved your slick heat over the outlines of his cock.

Moaning, you looked down and saw his still covered member. With slow movements you grinded down on him, making him hiss through his teeth. Another sharp slap landed on your ass, but this time it was the other side. 

“Did I tell you to move?” The high pitched scream that left you echoed through the whole room. 

“No, fuck. No, you didn’t. I’m sorry.” You whined and looked at him with dove eyes. 

“That’s right.” One of his hands moved to his pants and unbuttoned it. His eyes still on your face as he pulled his hard cock out of his trousers. 

Eyes widening, you looked down at his dick. He was thick, really thick. For a second, you even doubted that he would fit inside of you. The hand on his member slowly started to pump himself. With the pad of his thumb, he collected the precum on his tip and brought his hand up.

Without a second thought, you raised your head and opened your mouth. Boba smirked as he pushed his thumb into it. Immediately you wrapped your lips around him and started sucking. The salty sensation on your tongue made you moan. 

“I am going to fuck you now and you will take it, just like the good little slut you are. But don’t cum without my permission, you heard me?”

“Yes.” You tried to say with his thumb still sitting in your mouth. 

He grabbed the base of his cock with his other hand and brought it to your cunt. With a nod of his head he signaled you to lift yourself up, so he could bring it into the right position. 

A croaky sound rumbled through his chest when his tip came in contact with your wet folds. He tried to coat his cock with your slick as much as possible before lining himself up at your entrance. 

The hand that was holding himself up now went to your hip, pushing you down onto him. The first few inches stretched you out like you have never been before. He looked back up at your face as you whined at the feeling. Seeing your pained expression, he began to move much slower.

He was halfway inside of you when the pain slowly turned into pleasure. The closer your hips got, the faster your breathing became. Just a few more inches before he was fully seated inside of you and the thought made you clench around him. 

A silent chuckle escaped him when he felt you tightening. Not wasting anymore time he took things into his own hands and pushed himself up so he bottomed out. 

Eyes wide and mouth hanging open in pleasure you looked at the man in front of you and saw that his eyes were glued to the place where both of you met. You slightly moved your hips ripping an adenoidal sound from him before he raised his head to lock his eyes with yours.

You looked at him with a pleading expression silently asking him to move. Instead he brought both of his hands to rest on the sides of his armchair. 

“You better start moving, Princess. Or otherwise I will become impatient.” His voice was just as steady as before showing no sign of being buried balls deep in your pussy while you were sure that right now you wouldn’t be able to speak a single word.

The attempt of bouncing yourself on his dick in a steady rhythm went completely wrong. Without being able to hold onto something you had to use your legs, which was almost impossible in this position.   

You didn’t dare to look him in the eyes, already feeling his burning stare and anger on your sweaty skin. Boba didn’t move. He sat, still waiting for you to figure out how to fuck him properly but you couldn’t. 

Tears of frustration started to form in the corner of your eyes. You knew if you kept going like this he would not be happy. 

“I’m really disappointed. For someone who is so sure about themselves you are a really bad fuck.” Your eyes pressed close, causing the tears to make their way down your face. 

“Are you crying? Pathetic. Maybe I should hand you over to the Empire now that I know that there is absolutely no use for you here.” The breath you held escaped your mouth with a pitiful sound and your tear covered vision tried to focus on him.

A mischievous smile painted his lips, showing you that he was having way too much fun seeing you fail the only order he gave you. You almost felt embarrassed. After talking to him like he was some random nerf herder and showing him that you were not afraid of him, now you were sitting on his cock, crying because you weren’t able to move your body the right way.

“Now what? You want to end this and go back to your cell or will you prove to me that you can follow orders and maybe get better treatment here?” It was almost as if he spit the words at you. There was no single sign of respect or empathy in his tone. 

But you came too far to accept something like this. 

Straightening your back, you brought all your strength into your legs and forced your knees to lift you up. You brought yourself up as high as possible, almost making him slip out of you. The tears cleared from your sight and you did your best to not break eye contact. 

In one swift motion, you bounced back down onto him, letting out a high pitched moan when his member hit the spot deep inside of you. Not being able to hold back, Boba let out a grunt, almost automatically bringing his hands back to your hips. 

You tried to keep this pace, bouncing up and down his dick, moaning and whimpering the entire time at the feeling of Boba inside of you. Dark and breathy sounds left him, showing you that what you did was working. 

The man stared at your breasts until his face went forward and he captured one of your nipples into his mouth. Surprised by the sudden stimulation, you broke your rhythm, throwing your head back with your mouth open with a silent moan. 

A sharp sting on your ass made you come back from your hazy state and forced a surprised but obscene sound out of you. You felt his cock twitch inside of you at the ring of your voice. Your head came back up after you heard him say your name.

His angry painted face stared right at you.

“I didn’t tell you to slow down.” He gritted through his teeth. His words sent a wave of white pleasure through your body and you shivered slightly. 

You wanted to bring yourself up again but at this point your body was so exhausted and weak that you couldn’t bring up the strength to lift yourself up. 

“Move. Now.” The words sounded more like a threat than a command. But even though you could feel that he got impatient with the way his hands gripped you tight, surely leaving marks there, you just didn’t have it in you anymore.

Legs still shaky from your previous orgasm you did the best you could do and grind down on him; moving your hips in circles to get at least a little bit of friction. You were probably just as close as he was but without the steady movements of his dick sliding inside and out of you, hitting that one spot deep inside of you, you knew you weren’t going to be able to finish.

At this point, your only fear was that he would push you away. Leave you needy and aching for some release while he would just go back to what he was doing before. 

A moan escaped you when your clit brushed over the small amount of pubic hair that was not covered by his clothes. 

“Boba, please.” You almost whispered. A shiver running over his body at the way you said his name.

“What is it, princess? You want to apologize for talking to me like you probably do to any random boy in a cantina just because you are pretty and think you deserve better? Or do you need something else?” His tone was so low, so rough and mocking at the same time. He wanted you to feel bad about what you did. He thought it was amusing seeing you squirming like this, waiting for some release.

“Please fuck me.” The way he stared at you was intense. He made you feel so small on top of him like he could do to you whatever he wanted and to be completely honest, he could. In this moment you would do anything. 

Living the life of someone who was always on the run or searching for new jobs and a way to get money you never had time for relationships. Only some short, rough encounters with strangers in shitty motels, cantina bathrooms or dark allies. 

But even after all this time, no one made you feel so sensitive than him. Your body felt like it was electric, feeling every little shiver and hot wave of pleasure almost twice as intense as normal. 

You knew that this would leave a mark, burning its way into your memories but not in a bad way. Even though Boba was mean and rough he knew what he was doing and you wanted to make sure to experience every single part of it.

His eyes were still pointed at you. Dark, blown pupils boring into yours. You could feel his cock moving inside of you at the words that just left your mouth. 

Both of you sat in silence for some moments. You were sure he would tell you to go. To put on your clothes and order you to leave, go back to your dirty prison. 

But instead, he slung his hands around your thighs to lift you up so that your arms and back were pressed against the table and started pounding into you. 

You screamed at the fast pace he set from his first move, not able to control the sounds that  left your mouth when he hit that sensitive spot inside of you.

“You really are a little brat, you know that?” His mouth was so close to your ear you could feel his lips brushing your skin. “I brought you here to save your life, you talk down to me like I am no one and you still want me to do all the work even now.” 

Arching your back, you brought yourself closer to him. You were so close but you knew that you were not allowed to cum without his permission. 

“Fuck. Boba I’m-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence because an especially hard thrust made your eyes roll back and pushed all the air out of your lungs.

“No. Not yet. You wait till I tell you to let go.” His face was buried in the crook of your neck and his panting breath made your already hot skin heat up even more. 

Every part of your body was bouncing against his armor. The rough material stimulating your hard nipples while you tried to focus on the feeling in your lower stomach. With every thrust the heat spread through your whole body, making your fingertips and toes tingle. 

All of your surroundings went blurry. The only thing you could focus on was the man inside of you. His cock hit your spot every single time and you were sure you were about to pass out. 

One of his hands came up and started to rub fast and small circles over your clit, making you yelp. You were so close at the edge, not sure how long you would still be able to hold it back. 

“So you want to cum, huh, princess?” He breathed into your ear. You nodded eagerly, forcing yourself to speak even though your throat was as dry as the dunes on Tatooine.

“Yes. Oh Maker, yes, Boba, please.” You could hear him chuckle between the dark grunts coming from his mouth.

“Then cum.” About to let go, you could hear him talking again. “But I want to hear you scream. Scream my name and let everyone in this goddamn palace know who makes you feel so good.” 

And then you snapped. The second orgasm washed over you, even harder than the first one. Making your legs tighten around his waist while the rest of your body shook uncontrollably. You couldn’t tell how loud your voice was as a white noise clouded your mind and your senses. 

Your head was empty and your body almost numb when you started to come down from your high. Boba still pounded into you, slowly overstimulating you. Opening your eyes you could see that he stood in front of you now. 

Putting both of your legs over one of his shoulders, he smirked down at you. In that position he could reach even deeper parts of you and your eyes started to tear up. It was too much for you. 

“Where do you want my cum?” You could hear him speak through his still fast movements. His forehead glistened with sweat.

“In me. I- fuck. I’m safe.” Boba grunted at your words. His pace sped up for one last time before you could hear him moan above you and feel his seed filling you up. The sounds he made were almost animalistic while he closed his eyes and threw his head back. 

His movements got slower until he stopped completely. Both of you breathed heavily, trying to come down from your heights.

He was the first to move again by bringing your legs back down. Then he slowly pulled himself out of you, making a strangled noise. The feeling of suddenly being so empty felt almost weird to you. As if you weren’t used to it. 

The man fell down into his seat, rubbing his hand over his face. When his look fell on your now swollen pussy, leaking with his release he could almost feel his cock twitch again. Shaking his head, he brought his member back into his pants before he could get hard again. 

He still couldn’t draw his look away from your blissed out form. Laying on his table, completely naked, filled with his release and a panting mess. He was proud of himself.

Boba stood up and left you for a moment. You thought, even if you tried to move, you weren’t sure if your body would actually do so. All of your limbs felt weak and soft, as if you didn’t have a single bone in your body. 

Your mind was still clouded, trying to process what just happened. This was the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had and you were sure you would still be able to feel it for at least some days. 

The man came back from a different room with a damp washcloth in his hands. He tried to be careful while cleaning you up but you still hissed at the contact with the uneven material, still extremely sensitive. After that, he brought one of his hands to your back and slowly pushed you into a sitting position. 

Your shoulders hung low and your eyelids were heavy, too exhausted to thank him. He vanished from your vision again but you didn’t care. Only after some silent seconds, you could feel him tug at your arms as he released your hands from the cuffs. A relieved sound came from you as you started to rub your wrists. 

Boba stopped in front of you one more time, handing you a black fabric. Not sure what to do with it you looked up at him in confusion. 

“Put this on. You can leave your ripped shirt here.” With aching arms you did your best to slide out of the rest of your shirt and put on the one he gave you. It was too big but at least you weren’t naked anymore. 

Standing up, you needed a moment until your legs stopped shaking. The man side eyed you. He couldn’t help himself and grin at your fucked out form. 

Trying not to fall over, you slipped back into the rest of your clothes. 

Completely dressed again you turned around looking at Boba who sat in his chair. 

“Fennec will be here soon. She will show you your room.” Raising your eyebrows you looked down at him. He reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a small piece of paper. “This is the code for your room. Don’t lose it and don’t change it.”

You took the note from him and put it into your pocket. He didn’t look at you while he kept talking.

“You can walk around in the palace as much as you want but if someone finds you and tells the empire it’s not my problem anymore, alright?” A smirk crept onto your face. So this is how you can get some freepasses here. 

“Alright, Boss.” You said in a slightly mocking tone. Before you were able to turn around and walk to the door, he reached for your sleeve and pulled your upper body down to him. 

“Don’t disrespect any of the people in here and if you need something, you only come to me. No one else.” His eyes bored into yours, making sure you understood everything he said. 

With your confidence slowly coming back, you brought your face closer to his, almost pressing your lips onto his ear. 

“Don’t worry. I will only come to you when I desperately need something.” Your face drew back with a wide smirk dancing around your lips. You tugged your arm away from his grip, turned around and walked to the exit. 

About to press the button that opened the door, you turned your head into his direction once more, seeing his look still lingering on you. 

“And thank you for the compliment, I know I’m pretty.” With those words you pressed the door open and stepped outside. Almost immediately the door closed behind you. Leaning against it, you waited for Fennec to come and pick you up. 

Maybe staying here wouldn't be as bad after all. 

(This is going to have more chapters so if you want to be tagged, let me know.)

[baileys-aurora]

Under the Surface

Ateez x Reader (fem), Mermaid/ Pirate au

Part 5/?

Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Sorry it took a bit to update, school decided to attack me.

Finding Wooyoung was easier than you thought it would be, his silhouette was sitting at the front of the boat with his feet dangling. As you got closer the moonlight was reflecting off of his hair as he was lost in thought staring at the water. “Thank you” you interrupted his thoughts as you lowered yourself next to him, holding the railing the entire time, as squatting was on a whole different level then walking. which was easier this time with your legs, thanks to the boy now looking at you. “are you ok?” he watched as you got comfortable next to him, “I am thanks to you” you looked over and smiled at him which he returned before looking ahead and pointing out into the darkness, “there is an island there, if it wasn’t so dark I would show you through a telescope.” you just stared at him while he was talking not even looking where his finger was pointing as you knew nothing could be seen anyway. Once he noticed your stare, he looked back at you, his eyes held pain and something else you couldn’t recognize.

Breaking the eye contact because it was becoming too intense to hold you looked back to the darkness ahead, “I’m confused” you sighed out, his brows furrowed, “what’s confusing” “everything. you” you looked back at him, “I thought you repulsed my kind so why did you help me? No one else knew what to do so, you could have gotten rid of me.” his face softened at your statement, “I never smoked,” he was silently looking for the right words before continuing, “I was in love once, before I came here. She was different like you” you began to realize how he understood what you needed, “she lived near the docks of my hometown, and she was the purest heart I’ve met. Too much beauty to be contained on the inside so it spilled to her outside features as well. I spent most of my time like I do here, feet dangled over the dock talking to her, falling in love with her. She soon became curious of my would as I did hers.” you noticed his eyes glazing over as his voice became a bit shaky, “too curious for her own good, she had withdraws like you did the first couple times she came into my world. eventually she could belong in both worlds without issue, we were so happy, I was so happy. But eventually she wanted more, I-I tried to stop her from leaving me and I told her it was dangerous. So, she began to use her voice to keep me by her side without complaints, I’m not sure if there was love from her side at all now that I look back on our conversations or manipulation but at the time I didn’t care. She became all I needed.” a tear rolled down his cheek as he tried to catch it before it fell, “she soon became curious about other people too, other me-men and I somehow couldn’t do anything about it but stand at her side. She ruined me slowly and it was out of my control. But I was still there helping her curios nature. She didn’t leave me like I begged her not to but now I wish she had. When I could eventually get away it was too late, I was already broken.” More tears rolled down his face, not even attempting to wipe them away anymore. He silently cried until he was calm enough to speak again.

“Then Hongjoong found me, he helped fix me to his best ability and from that little bit of relief I was immensely grateful. I wanted to follow, to help someone as worthy as he was and still is, helping, not destroying innocent souls.” You reached for his shaking hand, he allowed you take it, lacing his freezing fingers with your warm ones. “that’s why I helped you, you were not like her you had an innocent soul, if I let you die, I would have been doing the very thing I despised. Not helping a good person in need.” He laid his head on your shoulder as he finished his story, your heart was broken for him, a tear of your own finally rolling down your cheek, it was hotter than you had imagined them to feel like.

“I’m so sorry something like that happened to you, you are worth every piece of the happiness you will gain back. This time though it won’t leave you.” you felt him nod his head as you sat in silence, after all the words that were spoken what else could be said. His hands calming down as he found comfort in you. “Can I ask you something” he finally lifted his head to look up at you, nodding your head he continued, “Why haven’t you told anyone your name yet?” was he asking around for your name? “no one has asked me” you simply responded. “then I will be the first,” he began eyes still red from his previous tears, “Hi, I’m Wooyoung and you are?” he had a small smile. “y/n” you reciprocated his smile, “y/n” he repeated while laying his head back on your shoulder, “I think that’s my new favorite name. y/n” he complimented you causing a blush to creep up your face.

“do you know where the girl went?” Yeosang questioned everyone he ran into, receiving a “no” or “I don’t know” every time. Eventually just looking himself, he found you on the front of the boat with Wooyoung, “there you guys are I was getting worried, no one knew where you were.” he waited a couple seconds but received no answer not even being acknowledged. Rude, he thought to himself as he walked to the side of Wooyoung, head still on your shoulder as yours was leaned against his. “Oh, great they fell asleep” Yeosang began to talk to himself, “and here I thought they were just ignoring me.” He squatted next to Wooyoung noticing that you were holding hands before lightly shaking him awake. He woke up pretty easy and moved his head causing yours to start falling which was caught with Yeosang’s hand. Wooyoung looked up at him before realizing he was still outside, trying to rub his eyes, your hand unattached from his leaving his palm cold, he again didn’t realize he was still holding your hand. He began to stand and look back at Yeosang who was still supporting your head, Wooyoung smiled down at you before bending down and picking you up for the second time tonight. “I will take her to the captain’s cabin, tell her whatever your came to say tomorrow morning” Yeosang nodded, “I figured” he said before walking away.

 Laying you down on the mattress he noticed you were no longer wearing his clothes but Hongjoong’s, wondering his captain had enjoyed being able to breath underwater as much as he once did. Watching you curl up from the lack of warmth he was tempted to just join you for the night as you have already slept most of the night together outside. He eventually talked himself out of it and decided to just bring you more blankets then the thin one he already covered you with. Returning with a thicker one he spread it out over you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “thank you. For listening to me, comforting me, and trusting me, even just enough to tell me your name.” smiling while he walked back to the door, “Sweet dreams, y/n” he whispered from the door before leaving and shutting it behind him.

 San watched Wooyoung leave with a smile, why was he smiling? he thought to himself as he finished climbing down the last bit of steps, his shift in the crow’s nest ending. San began to walk towards the cabin but spun around when he decided against it and walked towards the below deck entrance. Stopping halfway down he debated going back up and checking on you, what if Wooyoung did something to you? He wouldn't, he was one of San’s closest friends he knew him better than that. Continuing his steps, he walked to his bunk and spotted Wooyoung shifting back and forth trying to get comfortable. As San looked closer, he was shivering, one of his blankets are missing. Sighing he grabbed one of the extras off his bed and covered Wooyoung to which he eventually stopped shivering. Going to bed himself he was fine without his other blanket, why didn’t he just ask to borrow one.

 Waking up from a soft knock at the door you became confused on how you ended up in a bed. Making your way to the door was easier than expected maybe these legs would be easier than you expected. Opening the door, a beautiful boy was standing on the other side, he could be a part of royalty from what has been described to you before. When he saw you, his face broke out into a smile, opening the door wider you walked back you the bed so you didn’t push your legs to much today. He followed you in sitting on the captain’s desk, people seemed to sit their more than the chair itself. “I don’t know if you remember much from last night, but I am Yeosang.” “I remember you” you smiled at him, “I’m y/n” “that is a beautiful name” he nodded his head and making a facial expression like he had just tasted the best food in the world. Making you laugh you decided to play along, “not as beautiful as you though” you put a hand to your heart, which caused him to laugh, “I just came to officially meet you, and say sorry for not doing more last night to help you” “you couldn’t have known, no one could have” You reassured him, “I shouldn’t have told Seonghwa I was fine when I wasn’t” you looked down at your legs, “now that I know the symptoms I will be more careful.” silence fell over the two of you as there was nothing else to be said.

“Are you hungry?” Yeosang spoke up, nodding your head he watched you stand up making sure he didn’t have to help you before following behind you out and towards the kitchen.

“what would you like” he asked rolling up his sleeves as you sat down at the table, “chef Yeosang is at your service” he joked again. “Hmm” you thought about it for a second, “the same thing you’re eating” he smiled before opening a cabinet and pulling out a box of crackers. “not much here but we will restock when we reach land later today.” He slid them across the table to you and sat across from you. Both enjoying the bland food because of the company of each other. Yeosang felt better.

Wooyoung woke up sweating, why was sans warmest blanket on him, sitting up he removed it and threw it back onto San’s sleeping body. “How do you not cook alive?” he spoke more to himself than San, changing out of his sweaty clothes he ran a hand through his hair before climbing to the main deck at looking at the captain’s cabin before starting his day getting everything ready for the delivery later today.

Now it was San’s turn to wake up, starting his day like any other. However, he made a quick stop to where he figured you would still be. Cracking the door, he was met with Hongjoong’s questioning face, “what’s up?” he asked setting down the paper in his hand. “I was just checking on the girl but I guess she already woke up.” he said before closing the door. “y/n” he heard Wooyoung’s voice from behind him. San turned around with a confused face. “The girl, her name is y/n” he repeated as he approached San, “really? she has pretty name.” I thought the same thing “Wooyoung said as he passed San heading towards the kitchen, stopping before entering, “wanna join me?” “yeah, why not.” San smiled before walking towards the kitchen as well.

Entering the Kitchen, they heard laughing as they watched a half of a cracker being thrown at Yeosang as he tried to catch it with his mouth. He did, chewing it happily as you both looked at San and Wooyoung, “want one?” you asked looking at Wooyoung to which he nodded and bent his knees ready to catch one. You threw it not making it far enough as it hit his chin, which he was able to catch with his hands before it hit the floor. Next you looked at San who almost looked hurt you asked Wooyoung first, “your turn” you said to him getting another cracker ready. This time tossing it with the right force to reach high enough for his mouth. He caught it with his teeth before turning to Wooyoung and raising his brows at him which resulted in everyone laughing at him. You felt accepted from them, happy you were here. Not sure if home was as high a priority anymore.

“We need to reach them before they reach land” one hissed out, “I was almost able to reach her” another hissed as they glided through the water. “She smelled fresh” the last one wickedly smiled as they increased their speed following the ship. “The human too, he seemed tasty as well” they snickered to themselves.

Not noticing the figures following behind them with royal weapons of the sea. They were planning, waiting for the opportunity to attack these three fallen sea spirits. The importance of you was way more than their simple minds could comprehend. Much more than themselves as well.

Next Part

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[hardyimagines]

Capable

Short shit Drabble

Warning: S-E-X

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“Eddie.” Your small hand reached back to slap his away from your loosely pinned locks. He kept playing with your bun, gripping and tugging playfully at the strands. It would’ve been different if he was yanking on your hair because he was desperate to have you closer, but when you’re on your knees, on hardwood floor, the last thing you want, when sucking a cock, is for the man to be playing with your hair. “Will you cut it out?”

“You’ve got a piece of string in your hair.” He defended. He was slumped against the bathroom sink, hands moving away from your locks to instead rest on the counter behind him. He peered down at you, brows lifting as you adjusted your grip on his throbbing cock. He was hard, rock-solid in fact, and you were beyond confused because he didn’t seem to be horny in the slightest.

“You do realize I’m trying to blow you and you’re worried about what’s in my hair?” Your hot breaths hit his tip purposefully. He trembled then. The man’s bare thighs shuffled in front of you, feet following suit by moving against the ground.

“I’m not worried about it, I just happened to notice.” He sucked in a deep breath of air before shaking his head to try and silence himself. He realized you were trying to do something for him and he was being quite ungrateful. His hand lifted to his cheek so he could scratch noisily at the facial hair that lined his soft skin.

“Do you.. want me to stop?” He saw the amusement in your eyes as you wiggled on your knees. It was no big deal. There had been plenty of times when you were horny and he wasn’t, or he was horny and you weren’t. This just happened to be one of those times.

“He’s not going anywhere.” Eddie pointed out before looking toward his dick. Your hand curled more securely around his base. You hadn’t even had a chance to wrap your lips around him yet because of his continuous need to be distracted. “I want you to finish.” He nodded assuringly. His hand returned to your bun, but this time he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged lightly on the strands. He pulled your head forward, bottom lip vanishing into his mouth as he nibbled on it.

You lifted your gaze to the eager man, unable to suppress your giggle. Okay, so maybe he was horny. Your hands lifted to his thighs, gripping them firmly so you could halt him from dragging you any closer.

“Wait.” Your breathed.

“What?” He released his lower lip, brows furrowing visibly as he shuffled once again.

“Can you like..” The need to pretend to pop your neck in order to take away some of the nervousness in your tummy had you rolling your neck unnecessarily to the side. “talk dirty while I do it?”

Eddie’s face was a picture. He didn’t know the meaning of ‘dirty talk’. He opened his mouth to respond, but no response came from him. He didn’t want to admit that he’d never tried to be talkative in the bedroom and Venom’s sudden sneering and chortling didn’t help the situation in the slightest. Eddie cleared his throat before folding his arms over his chest. If you were asking him to do this — had a previous lover done so already?

“It’s no big deal if you can’t, Eddie, I was just curious. I’ve never.. done it before so I was just..” Your shy shrug made him feel a little more confident. You didn’t have expectations if you hadn’t done this sort of thing, so he couldn’t really let you down. His arms fell from their crossed position and he confidently straightened.

“I can.” He smiled down at you. His fingers moved to your cheek, tracing the length of your warm skin slowly. “Come on.” His thumb brushed along your bottom lip, caressing it delicately before his hand moved around to the back of your neck. He dragged you forward once more and when you finally took his aching tip into your mouth, he sighed in delight. His head fell back and his eyes fluttered shut. All the tension in his body seemed to glide to his groin and he felt lightweight and heavy all at once. Your head bobbed as your mouth moved along his cock, no hesitation behind your movements, you knew exactly what he liked and how fast he liked it.

Eddie groaned out excitedly before moving his free hand to the back of your hair. His hips thrusted toward your mouth, burying himself completely past your lips. He knew you could handle his size because of how many times you’d done this, so you weren’t surprised at all when it became hard to breathe. Your whimper of want and of struggle was one that made him want to shove himself even further into you, but your mouth was full and there was only about an inch of him that you hadn’t been able to take.

Placing your hands on his lower back, your eyes fluttered shut and your ears twitched, waiting intensely for him to speak. You knew he was probably racking his brain for the right thing to say, but you knew he couldn’t let you down. His grip on you slackened and you knew that meant to break away for air. Shrinking back so you could instead suckle on his tip and lick the length of his shaft, you sunk your nails into his back and yanked him closer to you. Eddie let out a boyish giggle when he almost lost his footing. He stabilized himself by grasping the nearby door. He could practically feel your anticipation, for each time you licked his tip, your eyes met his, curious and wide.

“Spit on it.” He blurted out.

The words were enough to make you pause. There was a momentary silence, both of you wondering if he really had just said what he’d said. A ticklish giggle built in your belly before erupting from your throat. Maybe it was the sheer shock that you felt from his sudden words or it was the fact that he could’ve said anything and he’d told you to spit on him, but you let out a burst of laughter. Eddie was turning red in the face, teeth clamping down on his bottom lip. He wanted to pull back and hide, he couldn’t believe he’d just said that! He was starting to shy away visibly though and you didn’t want him feeling mocked so you quickly wiped the grin off your lips. Holding his gaze as you lowered your mouth back toward his cock, your shoulders arched back, lips parting. If he wanted you to spit on him, you would, there was no shame in it, it had just sounded funny because you’d never heard him say it before.

Eddie was squirming, trying his best to think about something better he could say, but he was clueless. “Open your mouth.” He ground out hoarsely. Your eyes, now latched on to his cock, flickered up to his at his sudden demand. It sounded so much better. Your stomach flipped with his order, small hand moving from his lower back to his hip. “Don’t spit on it- wait.” Your lips, pursed and ready to deliver the saliva he’d previously wanted, pressed together. You started giggling again and he couldn’t help but to laugh alongside you. “It’s not easy.” It was confusing. He didn’t know which one to let you continue with — open your mouth or spit on his penis. He lifted his hand to his face and hid behind his palm.

“It is!” You insisted. It was hard to speak because of your laughter, but you shook your head and let out a quiet sigh. “You’re just.. bad at it.” He could tell you were kidding, the breathiness in your tone told him that you were still fooling around.

“Oh, yeah? Alright, prove it.” He shrunk back. His arms returned to their folded position. He was guarding himself, waiting.

“Okay, fine.” You shifted on your knees before slowly standing. The ground was turning your skin red and rubbing it raw so you needed a break. The both of you stared at one another, a challenging tint glistening in your gazes. You pressed your small hand against his chest, caressing the length of his rib cage down to his abdomen. You leaned up on your toes before swiftly hooking your arm around his shoulders and pressing your mouth against his ear. The playful atmosphere faded little by little and the longer you stood, almost pressed against him, the less funny this whole situation became. Your stomach was beginning to ache with want. Dirty talk wasn’t needed, Eddie turned you on just by being him — by looking like him, smelling, sounding, moaning, and acting like himself. This was just something new to try.

There was a brief pause. The both of you were relishing in the close proximity, neither of you in any rush to get out of this position. Stroking the side of his neck, your hips sunk toward his own, pressing against them firmly. “I want you to fuck me.” Your tone was serious, sudden, but neither of you giggled. He sensed the playfulness was long gone and he didn’t quite know how to handle this situation. The sex between himself and you was always goofy, full of laughter, it was quiet apart from snorts and moans. It wasn’t too verbal. His eyes struggled to stay open when you spoke and his aching cock seemed to throb even harder. He furrowed his brows and swallowed thickly before waiting for you to speak further. You smiled against his ear before pressing a soft kiss against his lobe. The nerves in your belly were hard to pay attention to because of how embarrassingly soaked you were. “Do you know how wet I am right now?” Your nose brushed along the side of his neck after you spoke, tickling his sensitive skin. Letting out a breathy moan of want, you lowered yourself down so you were flat on your feet. “Oh,” His ears twitched, the simple word sounded drenched, like you. “Eddie, please.” Lifting your hand up to his cheek, you pulled back so that you were stood directly in front of him. Moving your fingers around to the back of his head, you fisted your small hand in his locks, scraping his scalp lazily.

Eddie’s breathing was shallow. It was deep. He looked like he was ready to cum on the spot. His hands were resting on the counter behind him, elbows bent and eyes glued to your face. He swallowed thicker than before, amazed at how good you sounded saying the filthy things you were. Your need to ask if he liked what he heard wasn’t necessary. Eddie was trying to decide what position he wanted to take you in, but he wasn’t really given much of a chance. A long, black arm extended from Eddie’s side and your lips couldn’t help but curve upward as Venom took ahold of you and twisted you around. Eddie was taking far too long to decide where he wanted you and Venom could see the impatience, radiating off of you. Venom swiftly forced you to bend over the table in the corner and the second he did, Eddie’s feet thudded against the floorboards. He came to a stop behind you, large hands gliding to your hips.

“Is this what you want?” He whispered. He was unsure of if his words would ruin the moment.

“God, yes.” You extended your arms across the length of the table and gripped the opposite side as tightly as you could. Your knuckles whitened and your teeth grit, bracing yourself for him. Eddie wasn’t typically a rough lover, he was passionate, fast, eager, but he’d never looked so hungry for you in all his life than he did right now.

“Brace yourself.” His palm traced your ass. “It’s gonna be a wild ride.”

You shut your eyes and ignored that stupid urge to laugh once again. This wasn’t funny. This was going to feel so good.

This would probably be the best sex you’d ever had in your life.

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A/N: IS THIS STUPID?? AHAHHA, I WANTED TO JOT SOMETHING DOWN TO HOLD YOU OVER WHILE YOU WAIT FOR MR. RON KRAY!

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[a-jynx]

Lost in the Heart & at Sea; Chapter Three: Give No Reason

Summary: Sam and Nathan Drake finds themselves running in circles when they catch wind of a new treasure that was supposedly lost to the sea; the Diamond of the Pacific, a ring that was meant for Captain Jules wife. With enemies at every corner, they’ll need all the help they can get… Including, inside jobs. How will Sam and Nathan react when they figure out who Y/N really is? How will Sam react when she shows him sides of her no one else has seen?

Pairing: Sam Drake x reader; mentions Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher, Victor Sullivan, Nadine Ross, Rafe Adler,

Warnings: Cursing, blood/violence, gun violence, implied smut, angst, testing fate/loyalty, major injury, 

Chapter Warning: Mentions of injury, mention of blood, stitches -- I hate stitches but they gotta happen. 

** In tags; {they are on the bottom of the fic :’)}  A/N: So, the guys did go after Henry Avery’s treasure, but in this fic, it turns out to be a bust – for now! I’ve decided to add a few things to the storyline about Avery and my own pirate, Jules! :) So, enjoy!

Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated!

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“Al-Alright, Flower boy! Let’s just... Drop the gun, okay?” I hissed, slightly arching my back away from his stomach as he growled, glancing around before forcing me to walk backward, further towards a small cave-like area where no one could see us... I guess he really was going to kill me. 

“Ahh, I don’t think that’ll be necessary, my dear. With your training, I have to  stay on my toes.” He chuckled dryly as I hissed, feeling the pressure growing tighter against my throat and the gun pressing harder against my temple. “This seems a bit... Harsh!” I sputtered as I tried to dig my heels into the thicker, wetter sand but the muck just built up beneath my feet as Flower boy drug me further into the overgrown cave. 

“So, Aviators, Adam -- whoever the fuck you are -- why are you, Nadine Ross, and Rafe Adler here? Huh?” He growled against my ear, making me hiss as I tried to claw at the meat of his forearm again. “Nice attempt, but I’ve been shot at, exploded, beaten to a pulp -- your little claws won’t do anything to me.” He snickered as I sighed, yet I kept my hands wrapped tightly around his forearm. I need to distract him! But... But with what?! “You know, my trigger finger is starting to feel a little itchy,” 

“Alright! Al... Alright, what do you want to know!?” I growl, feeling heat grow up through my throat and into my face as I leaned forward, dropping my head over his arm, my glasses tumbling to the wet sand. I felt anger and disgust rumbled through my body as he shifted his weight, trying to keep the gun against my temple. 

“Now, that’s much better! Alright, first question, what the hell are you doing in Bora Bora?” 

“Treasure hunting, the same as you, I presume.” I scoff slightly as he angles me back up, making me hiss at the upright angle my head twitched too. He stood there for a second; he didn’t know what to do next. 

“What treasure are you after?” 

“Does it matter?!” I spat, clenching my teeth as I tried to wring his forearm once again, only to stop as Flower boy reached over, aiming the gun right under my chin, ticking it upward. “Yes. It does. Now, answer the damn question.” 

“I... I don’t know! I’m the protector, dumbass, I hold the gun power and take orders from that psychopath, Rafe Adler!” I spat, as I felt his arm slightly loosen. I wasn’t lying -- not entirely at least. “You... You don’t know anything about why you’re here? Nothing at all?” He questioned, I could hear that he was hesitant about me telling the truth. I clenched my teeth and tried to angle my head more to where I could see his eyes; if I needed to beg to get out of this, then I’ll grovel. 

“I swear on my own life, I have no idea why the hell I’m here! I... I’m Nadine Ross’s right-hand gal, I follow her wherever she goes, I help with jobs where I can, and such.” I whispered, my bottom lip trembling as I felt his arm loosen even more -- I could work with this. “Come... Come on, Flower boy! You wouldn’t want to kill me before the first date, right?” I chuckled dryly as he slowly dropped the gun, allowing me to catch my breath as I somewhat relaxed against his grip. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re-” I clenched my jaw, firing back my elbow and reaching down, snapping the gun away from his hand before swiftly turning on my heel and aiming the Beretta at his head, my chest rising and falling quickly as I panted. 

“You little bitch,” he hissed, raising his arms slowly as I smirked, keeping the gun trained on him as I slowly reached down and wiped off my glasses, placing them back on my face. “You already forget, Flower boy? I’ve got at least 8 years of military training and 5 treasure hunting under my belt.” I snickered as he frowned, huffing slightly as I glared at him. 

“So, what was your big plan here?” I sneered as he slightly shrugged, making me frown. “What? Didn’t have time to think about it before coming over tonight?” I teased as I studied his facial features; curly unruly hair, dark yet cheerful hazel eyes, a jackass smirk, and a strange sense of security and safety. Wait... No. No! 

“Son-of-a-bitch! It’s you,” 

“It’s you-who?” He smirked again, even without the gun he seemed to keep his stupid sense of humor. “Dammit, why didn’t I see it before!?” I growled, wanting to slap myself upside the head. “You were that stupid waiter from the Rossi Estate -- Sam, right?” 

He slowly dropped his hands, a slow, sarcastic clap echoed around us as I scoffed, not finding his moves the less bit amusing. “Well done, detective! Now, can I have my gun back,” 

“How about you shut up and I don’t pump you full of lead right now?” I snapped, aiming the gun high once again, causing him to take a step backward. I couldn’t help but smirk. “Samuel,” 

“Just Sam would be fine.” He teetered as I rolled my lips together, flicking the tip of my tongue over them with a smile. “Sam... Tell me, what do you hope to gain from this little... Adventure of yours?” 

“Something that that bastard Rafe has enough of as is; money.” 

“Oh, so you’re as greedy as him, but you lack the more... Psychopathic nature.” I shrugged, swallowing thickly as I thought back to earlier this morning. We’ve been here for only two days the plan’s already falling to shit. Finish the job, then into retirement. I sighed, slowly dropping the gun as Sam straightened his back, feeling less threatened as I chewed on my lip. 

“Okay, Flower boy, how about if we struck up a deal?” I wavered as he narrowed his eyes, seeming as if he was trying to read if I was trying to play him like a fiddle or actually come up with a plan. “What deal?” He crossed his arms over his chest, arching a brow as I innocently smiled. 

“You and I leave this place, both alive, but we still meet up-” 

“Ha, let me stop you right there, Aviators. You’re cute -- hell, you’re hot -- but I don’t think our relationship should be built on us not firing a gun into each other.” Sam snickered as I frowned, rolling my eyes as I shook my head. “Let me finish, Flower boy.” 

“Please, do.” He teased as I snarled slightly, clenching the Beretta’s handle before rolling my eyes. “We leave here, both alive, but we meet up and trade information.” I arched a brow, waving my hands out to my side as he watched me, carefully. “I’ve got stuff you need, and if my memory serves me right, your little brother and his friend are off right now chasing some coordinates that Captain Jules wrote on his letters for his lover,” I paused, glancing up at him as I brought a hand to my chin, as if I was attempting to recall things of the past. 

“How do you know about him.” He growled; defensive of his family; noted. I shot up my brows and waved him off. “Drop the big brother act, Flower boy. Nothing will happen to him, you or whoever else was with him earlier this evening.” 

“And how do I know you’re not just dying to go tell Rafe we’re here like some little soldier?” He hissed, glaring daggers at me as I narrowed my eyes, taking a step closer, I aimed the gun at him and pulled the trigger. I watched a he turned, showing me his back as I smirked, watching him slowly turn back towards me with a shocked expression. “Empty.” 

“How the hell -- you didn’t know that!” He growled, showing his teeth as I grinned, shaking my head. “Of course I did. The moment I grabbed it from you, it wasn’t loaded, so you had no actual plan of killing me, you just wanted your information without feeling the guilt of shooting a girl who you thought was a lap dog.” I huffed, crossing my arms as I popped out my hip with a smug grin pulling at my lips. Gently, I tossed the gun into the drier sand off to the side, before turning back to him and straightening my back. 

“I don’t kill unless I’m given a reason, Sam.” I sent him a softer smile, taking a step towards him as he stood there looking at me with uncertainty in his eyes. “Just don’t give me a reason.” I lowered my voice as I stood just a few feet from him, only to stick out my hand with another smile. 

“So, what do you say..? Deal?” 

“I’m afraid to ask what happens if I say no,” He tensed as he went to reach for my hand, only to stop as I glanced up at him, noting that he was staring at me. “Again, how do I know you’re not waiting to report back after this?” He asked quietly as I sent him a soft smile; he was being cautious, smart. 

“How about this, you can bring that gun, fully-loaded next time and if you even think I did something behind your back; shoot me,” I stated calmly as he stared at me with wide-eyes. I couldn’t help but break into another grin; it seems to happen a lot around him... Suddenly, a heaviness slammed against my palm, making me look down with a small grin; he accepted... I was tugged forward, his other arm wrapping around my shoulders, I stilled as his lips came next to my ear. 

“I don’t kill unless I’ve got a reason,” he sighed, making me close my eyes and slowly smile. “So, give me no reason too.” 

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Sam and I ended up trading numbers, he says it’s to keep tabs on me but... I don’t think that’s what was the true intention. Now, I was riding backseat with Nadine and Rafe while examining my glasses under the blazing sun. Nadine and I had discussed more of our retirement ideas; her’s involving nothing but beaches and coconut drinks and mine... No clue. With only being 35, I didn’t want to think about my retirement already. Hell, Rafe was younger than Nadine and I both and yet he was already set in stone with his money, though it crossed my mind he would never put his money where his mouth is. 

“We’re here! Y/N, you take front this time, something tells me you need to work on your aim a little.” Rafe called, laughing at his joke as I fought the want to roll my eyes. Slipping on my glasses and jumping out of the back, I landed in a thick mud puddle, causing some to splash near Rafe, who growled. 

“Hey! Watch where the hell you’re stepping,” 

“My apologies, Mr. Adler.” I retorted, not turning towards him as I holstered my own Beretta, glancing at the smooth metal carving as Nadine stood beside me. “Are you alright..? You seemed off all night and this morning.” She whispers, I merely smile at her concern. 

“Calm down, momma bear... I’m fine. I found my glasses and then I came back to the hotel.” I shrugged, checking my ammo before slinging on my rib holsters and rolling my neck. “Besides, we practically blacked out after drinking so much high dollar liquor.” I grinned before stepping towards Rafe, who held an unimpressed look as I sighed, marching ahead of him as Nadine slowly trailed me. 

The caves around us seemed to groan and moan as we trekked through them. The occasional drip from seawater trying to find it’s way home, or the howl of the wind outside making me step up onto my platform of anxiety; maybe keep my finger off the trigger for now. I swallowed thickly when a sudden explosion came from above us, making me growl as I ducked and rolled away from a large boulder that shattered as it met the cave floor. I glanced around to see Nadine rush towards Rafe, quickly pushing him out of the way before a rock smothered where they once stood. 

“Y/N! Look out!” I snapped my head up as Nadine’s voice echoed around me, I rolled towards the left as I hissed, feeling a large chunk of my leg get pelted by a few smaller rocks. Hissing, I reached forward, tugging up my cargo pants as I noticed a dark crimson already leaking through. “Shit.” 

“Dammit, Y/N, are you alright?” Nadine took a knee as she peeled my hand away from my wound, making me hiss as she rolled it between her hands. I glanced up at Rafe with one eye as I squinted the other in pain, he looked disappointed...  “Okay, it doesn’t feel broken. Can you move it?” She asked, watching as I flexed my ankle and rolled it; thank God. 

“Come on, we’ve got to get you back to the Jeep and back to the hotel.” Nadine moved beside me, taking my hand and helping me up as I reached up, grabbing onto her shoulder as I felt painful throbbing echo from my open wound. “What? Are you insane, that’ll take at least two hours! That is not time that we can afford to lose, Nadine!” Rafe hissed as he glared at her, yet she didn’t freeze up or halt her movements as she pushed past him, helping me towards the Jeep. 

“Nadine, get your ass back here or so help me-” 

“Rafe! You injured my right hand!” She snapped. Turning us around before leaning me against the caves’ grassy wall for support as she took a few steps forward, almost to challenge him. “Those explosions were not supposed to go off until we reached the surface! Why in the hell did they go off already?” She snapped more, making me wince as I listened to her voice echo through the newly designed cave. It hurt to watch these places be blown to almost nothing, all for some stupid diamond... 

“I’m the one signing your paychecks, I’m the one who is above you, I’m the one who you are supposed to be ready to die for!” Rafe shouted, his loud voice echoing as I flinched, snapping my head up as Nadine glared at him, yet... I knew she wouldn’t walk away. 

“I’ll be back in an hour. My men are already waiting for you up top.” She hissed, turning on her foot and marching towards me, her eyes lightly softening as she hooks my arm over her shoulders and helped me hobble out of the cave. Rafe’s threats and anger slowly sinking behind us as I sighed, mentally scolding myself once again. I stayed quiet until we reached the Jeep, climbing in as she quickly drove us down the mountain and back towards the main roads. I sighed once more. 

“You didn’t have to come with me.” I murmured, slowly unbuckling the rib holsters and setting it in my lap, shifting the Beretta’s weight with it. “He’ll have you for dinner once you go back.” 

“He’s a child that isn’t used to being told no, Y/N. I’m not scared of him... Besides, you seem to forget that I was hired to protect him.” She grinned to herself as I snorted, nodding. 

“Y’know, I think he should double your pay,” I grinned as she scoffed, glancing at me as we came to a slow stop. “Why’s that?” 

“Because you’re babysitting him while also being a momma bear on me. And trust me, working with me you deserve the double pay.” I smirked as she rolled her eyes, frowning before taking off down the road again. 

“I’m not... Y/N, you shouldn’t compare yourself to him. Besides, I’ve known you longer than him.” She quipped as I shrugged, messing with loose strings on my shirt with a sigh. “Does that really matter? I mean, seriously?” Suddenly, I was launched forward as my hand grabbing onto the metal rib behind me, I snapped my head towards Nadine, whose foot was practically on the floor with the brake in between. 

“Are you fucking crazy?!” I hissed as she glared at me, shifting in her seat as she threw the Jeep into the park. “Yes. I am. Y/N, why have you been acting like this..?” She stared at me, her eyes hardening as I tried to avert her gaze to somewhere else. “Nadine,” 

“No! Don’t try to change the subject, you’ve been acting strange ever since we got here.” She sighed in frustration as we sat there, the silence growing between us as I found myself not wanting to speak. What has been going on with me? I struggled with becoming a lap dog for Rafe, wanting to fight him tooth and nail with how he was treating Nadine and I. Then, Flower boy came along... I thought about tattling -- fuck, I wanted to tell Nadine that I could’ve made our jobs 5x’s easier just by putting a bullet in his skull and walking away but... I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. 

“And there you go again,” she murmurs as I shift my gaze towards her, frowning with an arched brow. “You... You just go off into your thoughts, leaving me behind to try and figure out what’s going on inside that head of yours.” She grinned to herself, yet I could see it in her eyes... She was slightly hurt. 

“Nadine, I... You know about my past, it’s molded me into who I am.” I breathed, rubbing the back of my neck, feeling the built-up sweat and caked dust with a grunt as she looked at me, concern filling her dark eyes. I could see the sweat dribbling down her forehead and cheek. “I don’t let you in because it’s one hell of a place, and I believe that no one should see it,” I whispered, loud enough to where she could hear it, but low enough to where I was more-so talking to myself. Suddenly, the car jumped forward making me glance at her as she sent me a soft smile. 

“You don’t have to let me in, just... Give me a sneak peek every now and then, deal?” She smiled as I parted my lips, wanting to argue as I sighed, smiling as I nodded gently. We grew into a comfortable silence as I glanced down, twisting my leg around with a frown; blood crusted around my cargo pants while a few shreds of skin dangled there. 

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  “I’ll come back later, don’t wait up on me, alright? I’ll send someone up here to tend to your wound.” Nadine helped me settle onto the bed with a grunt. I went to protest but she held up a hand. “I’m not listening to it, so shut up and sit there.” She thrust her forefinger towards me as I smirked, sighing before flopping back onto the bed. 

“Thank you. You’ve got my number if you need anything.” She called over her shoulder, leaving the room with a loud slam of the door, making me shake my head as I propped myself up on my elbows. Boredom already moving through my veins as I sighed, sitting up fully before glancing around the room. I went to stand, only to fall back with a hiss. “Dammit.” I tugged my pants up, growling at the tug of dry blood on my clothes and flesh. The wound slowly began to bleed again, it leaking down my ankle and onto my sock and combat boot. 

“Great. Just great.” I sighed, slowly sitting back and lifting each leg up, tugging off my boots and socks before undoing my belt and dropping my cargo pants, stepping out of them I moved towards my suitcase, pulling out and on some running shorts before limping back towards the desk. Settling in the chair, I reached towards the small bag that Nadine and I kept in here for emergencies -- it is there mainly for me. 

Throwing the case open, I dug out some gauze, thread, a needle, and a small bottle of rubbing alcohol. Setting out the materials, I leaned back in the seat before placing my torn leg onto the desk, making sure to not settle it on any of our maps. “I really don’t want to do this...” I whispered to myself, resting my wrist against my forehead, closing my eyes with a soft sigh. 

“Don’t want to do what?” A voice asked as I screamed, reaching over and throwing one of the small compass at the intruder. A yelp made me snap my head towards them, readying the other drawing tool before realizing it was Sam. 

“Jesus Christ!” 

“Names Sam, but thank you for the compliment,” he smirked, moving towards me. I shook my head with a small snort, dropping the compass onto the desk as he paused, narrowing his eyes at the supplies I had set up on the surface. “Woah, what the hell happened,” he moved closer, stepping around me as he examined my wound, making me squirm slightly as he frowned at the amount of blood settling there. 

“Freak accident.” I shrugged, trying to hide my discomfort with his sudden care towards my wound. He shook his head, his curls sweeping over his forehead as he grabbed the footstool from the small chair, sitting next to my leg. I went to bend it away from him, yet he grabbed hold of my ankle, holding it against the wood as I frowned. 

“Flower boy, seriously, I can do it myself.” I slightly growled, feeling the pain pulse through my calf as he grabbed the rubbing alcohol, unscrewing it and suddenly dumping it on the open wound. I slammed my hand over my mouth, holding back the pained scream that tried to leave my lips, a small and pained whine worked through my teeth as he reached over, grabbing one of the bottles from the night before and placed it in my lap. “You might want to take a hefty drink, Aviators.” I merely nodded before untwisting the cap and taking a long gulp, almost biting the lips of the bottle as he sunk the needle in. 

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I groaned as Sam sat next to me, frowning as I downed a few pain pills, a small gulp of GreyGoose chasing after it. “Uh, thanks... Flower boy.” I grinned, slowly dragging my leg back from the desk, hissing as I flexed it. 

“Of course, Aviators... Hey, you know, I never got your real name..” He hinted as I arched a brow, turning my head towards him as I smirked. “So?” I teased slightly as he scoffed, leaning back against the desk. He reached over, taking a swig of the GreyGoose I had opened a few moments ago, before shrugging and cocking his head to the left. 

“I figured you’d get sick of Aviators.” He grinned as I laughed, keeping my small smile as I hummed. “Depends... Would you ever get sick of Flower boy?” I glanced up as he scoffed, yet he held a grin. 

“Y/N.” I sighed, glancing up through my lashes as he turned his head towards me, he eyed me with a smile. “Y/N..?” He asked, almost in an awestruck voice as I chuckled, nodding. 

“How’s it fit?” 

“I don’t know, I mean I’d get it changed if I was you-” 

“What! Are you serious, you asshole?” I growled, sitting further on the chair, smacking his arm as he laughed, waving his hands around, sloshing the GreyGoose around. 

“Kidding! Totally kidding! Y/N is a... Sweet name.” He quipped, a dazzling smile suddenly on his lips as I pursed mine, arching a brow while fighting back my own smile. 

“Sweet, huh?” I asked, my lips twitch as he slowly nodded, leaning his elbows onto his knees as I rolled my lips together. “Mhm, very sweet... Almost like honey with some pineapple thrown in there.” He grinned as I shook my head, turning it to the left with heat blooming across my cheeks. I went to speak when Sam’s thumb and index caught my chin, making me look up with confusion clouding my eyes. 

“Sam... Why are you here?” I whispered, glancing between us as I realized how close we had become. He gulped, his thumb seemed to almost brush against my bottom lip as I slowly leaned away from his touch, closing my eyes as I allowed a small, shaking sigh to pass my lips. 

“I...” Sam started to speak when a sudden knock came from the door, making us snap our heads up with wide-eyes. “Hide.” I hastily whispered, grabbing the bottle from him and setting it back on the desk before I pulled at his wrist, pushing him towards the bathroom. 

“Y/N? Come on, Nadine sent me up here to check on you!” A thick voice yelled through the door as Sam paused for a second, only to have me growl and glare at him. ‘Go!’ I mouthed, jutting my index finger towards the bathroom door with a snarl before slowly moving towards the door. Glancing, I made sure that Sam had the bathroom door shut before slowly opening the door to reveal Justin. 

“What, Just?” I hissed, trying to sound groggy as if I had just been abruptly woken up. He glanced over my head, then around before taking a step closer to the door, yet I kept it closed. “Nadine asked me to come to check on you. Make sure you weren’t dead.” He growled slightly as I glared, rolling my eyes. “Yeah. Well, obviously, I’m not dead. So, go away so I can sleep-” 

“Who else is in there?” Justin hissed as he pressed his shoulder against the door, trying to force more weight onto it as I growled, trying to keep the door shut. “Nobody, you asshole! I’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour!” I spat as he finally forced his way into the room, his AK raised as he searched around the room. Once, he seemed satisfied he glanced down, noticing the tightly wrapped gauze on my calf. 

“You patched yourself up?” He narrowed his eyes, arching a brow as I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yeah. I wasn’t about to let you or some other jackass do it for me.” I spat, moving back towards the desks’ chair, slumping in it as he glared at me, trying to see through any lies I could be telling. 

“Okay, then why the hell is Nadine’s compass lodged into the wall by the balcony?” He asked, hidden threats dripping behind the question as I frowned, rolling my eyes. “What? I lost my last throwing knife while at the Rossi Estate. Besides she has others.” I spat, narrowing my eyes at him as if asking him to challenge me. 

“Fine. I’ll report to Nadine that you’re fine, surprisingly.” He chuckled dryly as I scoffed, watching as moved out the door, shutting it loudly behind him. I waited a few minutes before slumping into my chair, sighing a breath of relief as Sam slowly snuck out of the bathroom, his Beretta out and ready. 

“You’re fine, Flower boy... He’s gone.” 

“How do I know that?” He glared, my lips parted as I hardened my eyes before shaking my head, looking to the floor before sighing. “You don’t...I,” I paused, swallowing at the small lump forming. “I almost forgot we’re still enemies,” I whispered, humming as Sam slowly lowered his gun and took a step towards me, but I held up a hand. 

“You should go, she might send someone else to check on me.” I breathed, feeling the burning pain in my chest grow as he frowned, staring at the side of my head. “Y/N,” 

“Just go, Sam. I’ll see you tonight.” I growled through clenched teeth, making him take a step back. He furrowed his brows before glancing at his gun, holstering it, sighing. “Fine... I’ll see you tonight, Aviators.” Sam whispered, moving back towards the balcony doors as I closed my eyes, feeling a strange twinge of pain throughout my chest as he whispered my new nickname with such... Hurt. 

I listened to his grunts until they faded, leaving me alone as I slumped forward, resting my elbows against my knees with a growl. Curling my fingers slightly until my nails dug gently into my hair, tugging at the strands as they slipped from my loose ponytail. What am I doing...? Falling for the enemy, really? I scoffed at myself, throwing myself back slightly, bringing my fists up and biting on my knuckle as I stared out of the open balcony. I swallowed at my pride and my instincts before I faintly smiled. 

“I’m not giving him a reason.” 

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To be Continued... 

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BTS | Scenario #2

|The way they release and moan when orgasming|

Pairing : Idol!BTS x Reader

Genre : Smut

Words Count : From 180 to 300.

Kim Seokjin

Your hands are gripping the sheets, while Seokjin pounds into you at a very fast pace, his release coming closer with each thrust. He leans back to watch your bare back tense as you try to cope with overstimulation. He can’t suppress the grin on his face, watching your fucked up state right after you’ve orgasmed and feeling your shaking thighs under his. Your head lies on one side, mouth agape letting out breathy moans and gasps. Your hips, resting on one of the pillows, starts changing colors as his grasp tighten around the tender flesh. A frown soon shifts his expression when his hips’ rhythm decreases, foreshadowing his climax. 

“Fuck, i’m gonna come.” 

Choked high-pitched moans comes from him as he bucks a few times inside of you before quickly jerking back to trap his cock between your asscheeks — pressing them together as he shallowly moves back and forth. Three white spurts land across your back and a thicker slowly leaks out of his erected cock in between your cheeks as he slowly draws back, eyes locked on his work of art on your skin.

Min Yoongi

The sore feeling in your back regains you as you’re gradually coming back to your senses after a mind blowing orgasm. But right now, you can’t complain. Not when you hold the sight of your panting boyfriend above you, whose face distorts in pleasure as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his release. His veiny hands frame your head and he soon lies his forearms on the wooden floor of your apartment, closing the gap between your bodies as your parted mouths exchange hot air. You force yourself not to focus on the pain settling itself in you and rather enjoy watching and hearing him desperately seeking release. Your hands go to grab his hips, helping him moving and you let out a chuckle when a strangle grunt leaves him as you clench hard on him. 

“Keep doing that, Baby.” 

You obey and clench spasmodically and he can’t help but voice out the incredible pleasure you bring him — your warm walls massaging him wonderfully. Your sweet, whiny words sounds like an absolute melody and foster him to let it all go. His hips moves back to let his throbbing hard cock rest on your glistening folds and starts to rub it harshly against your clit, punctuated with small whimpers. When you look down together, four thick loads of cum spurt out on your lower stomach as Yoongi keeps grinding unconsciously against you.   

Jung Hoseok

The sounds of skin slapping has been supplanting the ambient noise coming from the rain hitting hard on the windows and you’ve now become a moaning mess as Hoseok’s pace doesn’t seem to ease off. You feel your legs shaking involuntarily and let yourself leaning on your dining-table. His moves are quick, too quick for you to actually come only from his cock and you soon start to predict his aim. You feel him grab your arms and join them backward, pulling a loud moan from you — the new angle you’ve adopted allowing his hard dick to hit all the right spots inside of you. 

“Shit- I’m so close. Come with me.” 

He lets go of your loose limbs to let you support your upper body and grips instead your hips, not faltering his rhythm a bit. You feel yourself very near your release and moan out loud when you feel his fingertips faintly rubbing your swollen clit, triggering your climax. Your hard clenching initiating his and he doesn’t let go of you until he’s entirely unloaded inside of you. Each of his hard thrust paired with breathy grunts before he falls powerless on top of you.

Kim Namjoon

A thump is heard and is soon followed by the sound of pens falling one by one — that resumes the fate Namjoon’s desk’s content has been sealed ever since he’s lain you on his working desk minutes ago. With your legs trapping him in between, you gradually feel your strength leaving you as you’re still buzzing with the remnants of your orgasm. You can only curse and let out whimpers as you feel him drilling you carelessly, making you vainly grasp on the edges of his desk. He slows down a bit to raise your legs, joining them in front of him. He stare at your swollen folds, pulling his cock out right before its tip emerges to fully push back inside of you — He keeps repeating this motion until you’re begging him to finish and he places your legs on his shoulders, smiling down at you and admiring the way you’re writhing beneath him when he starts thrusting hard again. The clenching of your walls makes it difficult for him to keep a steady pace and leads him dangerously fast to his own orgasm. Your beautiful body on display, he decides to pull out and starts pumping his fist very quickly his erected cock, his other hand gripping your hip. With furrowed brows and loud grunts, he releases. 

“Fuckin- I’m coming.”  

Two thin spurts of sticky cum reach your heaving breast while two others, thicker, leak on your stomach and you can’t look away from his face in pure bliss as he squeezes his throbbing member.

Park Jimin

His body is molding yours, not willing to leave any parts untouched and your intentions are no different — for a while he’s been rolling his hips into yours postponing your climaxes as long as he could before it feels too unbearable and you’re slowly reaching that point. Your needy whimpers causes him to raise his head from the crook of your neck and he sees tears brimming your eyes as you beg him for release, his teasing being too much for you to keep going. You feel him stroking your hair and hear his sweet whispered word, promising you to give you your treasured release, all of it without stopping once the steady pace of his hips. You hug him even tightly, pressing his chest onto yours, when you feel familiar heat pooling in your lower stomach and your mouth freezes open. He keeps gazing back at you, taking in your facial features as you feel yourself on the verge of coming and he can’t help but frown and let out high-pitched groans when you clench hard around him.

“Shit- That’s it, Babe. Let me feel you come around my cock.”

You’re too much too handle for him and seeing you orgasming brings him close to his own climax — he pushes all the way in, tensing his muscled thighs as yours tremble uncontrollably. Your eyes roll upward when you feel him twitching inside of you, his warm cum filling you.

Kim Taehyung

Cries of painful pleasure fill in the thick air whenever Taehyung’s large palm lands on your asscheek in harsh spankings, his other tightly holding on your hair and leaving you a moaning and crying mess. Your walls are throbbing and your legs shaking at the idea of coming a third time in a row and you try, with one hand reaching backward to hint him to slow down the pace or take a break altogether for you to gather your wits back, by faintly applying a pressure against his hip. He lets go of your hair and, paired with a low breathy grunt, grabs your arms to fold them behind your back and prevent you from interrupting his insane thrusting rhythm. You can’t even press your thighs together as he’s positioned himself in between them, both of you kneeling on the floor. Tears stream down your face and you clench spasmodically, your cries muffled in the bedsheets. He, then, leans on you, keeping one hand on your joined wrists while the other goes to grab your neck to hear your voice better. 

“Fucking hell- You’re so tight and swollen, Baby.”

His words die in the air as you nearly black out from the sudden rush of aching pleasure your third orgasm brings you and with a satisfied smirk, he lets go of you, kissing your back before leaning back again. His hard, throbbing member feels numb against your walls and you’re soon hissing in pain. Your desperate cries prompts him not to hold himself back any longer and his thrusts become shallower as the first spurts of cum shoot inside of you while he lowly grunts. He grabs himself and pumps his wrist rapidly to spurt out three other ones against your bright pink folds, twitching in his hand when he sees you squirting out his cum.

Jeon Jungkook

His eyes are glued to you. They’re glued to your figure, to the way your breasts bounce which each thrust, to the way your features contort in pleasure, to the way your walls swallow his thick throbbing cock. He just can’t get enough of you and it’s not without efforts that he tries to hold himself back the longer he can. He can’t let go, not when you’re so close to reach your second orgasm and he pulls you to himself, ravishing your lips in a hungry kiss. Now steadily grabbing onto him, you let him thrust up into you, going at an insane pace and you feel the deep need to voice out your pleasure. Soon enough you feel yourself contracting around him as waves of strong, hot pleasure traverse your body and you can’t stop it from trembling. 

“Shit- Baby. You feel so good. I won’t last long.”

He holds you close to him, letting you ride out your orgasm and waiting for you to give him the go sign so that he can release too. He grabs onto your asscheeks and resumes thrusting upward. It is painful at first but the sore feeling slowly fades away as you focus on the way his features shift, his high-pitch moans fill in your ears and he closes his eyes when he feels you clenching hard around him. His hips falter and he moves them only thrusting in the tip. When his cum is entirely nestled inside of you, he lifts you a bit, letting his cock fall on his lower stomach and he curses under his breath as he watches his white sticky semen drip out of you and land on his member.

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AX2001 - University - Character Mash-up – Professor Layton meets Chowder (Summer Project)

So far on this blog regarding my summer project, I have discussed the creation process of two of my character Mashups. These include “Mike Wazowski” mashed-up with the 1930’s version of “Betty Boop” (AX2001 - University - Character Mash-up - My thought process for each character and Mike Wazowski meets Betty Boop (Summer Project)) and “Darkwing Duck” mashed-up with the character designs from “The Fairly Odd Parents” (AX2001 – University – Character Mash-up – Darkwing Duck meets the Fairly Odd Parents (Summer Project)). In this post I will be discussing the third and final character I tried to character Mash being the Professor Hershel Layton from the 2007 Nintendo series “Professor Layton” and the 2007 Cartoon Network show “Chowder”.

  Professor Layton Meets Chowder, why?

 When coming up with my third and final character, the first though I had was to add a character from different source of media, as my previous characters have all been in films or on TV, so I decided to investigate video game characters. After considering my options and taking into consideration the complexity of some characters and how others may blend or clash with each other’s character designs I finally settled with these two characters.

I came across the idea of using Professor Layton in a similar way, I came across using Darkwing Duck for the previous character Mash-up. I was looking through one of my local video game retailers and they had one of the newer Professor Layton games on sale. (it was called “Layton’s Mystery Journey: Katrielle and the Millionaires’ Conspiracy Deluxe Edition”). After seeing this I was reminded of the past games for the Nintendo DS, Layton wasn’t even on the box, but his design seemed so distinct to me I could remember his design well, from this moment I had settled on my character.

For choosing Chowder, it took awhile to settle upon the idea. I vaguely remembered the show, but seemed to remember the character designs quite well, with characters having their main piece of coloured clothing (or body parts) filled in with artistic patterns, whereas the rest of their clothing would be a solid colour. I also liked how the patterns for the characters would sometime represent what the characteristics of said character was. For example, the character “Endive” is a character of high standards, so her clothing was red with designs like dragons added in to show off her attitude and sense of power. Whereas characters like “Gorgonzola” have their patterns looking like their cloths have been stitched with different coloured clothing, representing him as a poor and rough calendar. With this approach in mind, I was interested to see if this pattern-based design would work with a character like Layton, so I began this character mash-up.

Drawing the character Mash-up

 To begin, I wanted to take a deeper dive into the character designs for chowder, sure the pattern-based design was the main draw for me, but I wanted to try and create other aspects of the characters from the show for Layton. After researching the characters, some of my main findings included the following:

1.)    Most of the characters in Chowder have their legs as their smallest body part.

2.)    The characters arms are mostly around the same length of the characters body.

3.)    Most characters feature an exaggerated feature to their design such as large hats or large noses.

With these findings and some more, I began creating the Mash up.

 For drawing Layton, I decided to work with the same approach as I did for my previous character Mash-up with Darkwing Duck. I began by drawing one of the professor’s defining features, his top hat. It took a few attempts to decide how far apart each edge of his top hat should be, as sometimes I had drawn them too close together, or too far apart. After a few attempts, I found a distance I was happy with and this became easier to judge, each time I drew the top hat. I then made the head inline with edges of the top hat, so it seemed like a perfect for the professor’s head, I made his chin curved and created to little lines for his neck.

When creating the body, I had to take into consideration the professor’s coat. The professor’s coat was something I wanted to try and focus on, as due to later making his legs very short, it would make the professors coat look huge on him. To begin, I made the outline of the top of the coat around his neck/ lower head area and worked my way downwards from there, this included his arms which, I wanted to try make them roughly finish just before his waste and have his hand pop out at the bottom. The same process was done for both halves of the professor’s coat/ body and I then began working on the legs.

The legs were interesting at first, the professor could be seen as quite a thin, slender character, especially his legs in comparison to other characters, so coming up with the right length took a few tries and some tinkering with the Marquee tool. I was originally going to make the professors waist the same width as his coat, but then decided against this as it would help give scale to how large his coat is, as well as make creating legs easier to draw and make them closer together. Once this was created and legs where finalised, I created the professor’s shows and added his orange shirt underneath his coat.

When adding facial features to the professor, it took me a few attempts to land on one design. The professor’s eyes are two black dots with no pupils inside them, the results looked quite creepy. With the character designs of chowder, the eyes are usually quite big and connected to one another with their outline. After looking back over the chowder designs, as well as some other characters from the “Professor Layton” series, I realised he is one of the only characters to have his eyes as two black dots, so to make him fit in better, I gave him two regular white eyes with pupils in the middle of them. The nose and mouth where then added, keeping the professor’s small triangular nose and gentle smile as well as his hair and ears with one line being made for his inner ear (this is another detail some characters in chowder have).

For Layton’s side view, I decided to make his coat stick out past his head and stretch out from where his body would be, this was another detail to emphasise the size of his coat for this mash-up. I also decided to make the nose poke out small bit, as when Layton faces forward, sometimes his nose is only represented with a line with a small triangle at the bottom of it and being more visible when seen at a side view. I tried to keep this feature in line with his original look, as well as his hair line being more visible from a side view (with a complete piece of hair at the back of his head).

For the facial expressions, I tried to stick as close to the rules of “Chowder” when it came to character expressions. The professor doesn't have eye brows, so matching his facial expressions was best linked to the main character of Chowder being Chowder himself. This is why the only a few of the expressions I made for the Professor featured some kind of eye line such as the angry face, as when Chowder’s angry a crease line in the shape of eye brows appear above his head. (Chowder is on the left in the image below)

The Professor's character pose, is based on one of the Professor’s more well known poses. In the games after submitting your answer to a puzzle, three images appear of the professor thinking before informing you if you got the question right or wrong.

Lastly was Layton’s pattern for that chowder look, now truth be told, this feature of the character was made after I had created the “final look of the Mash-up”. But I felt it was more appropriate in this segment as there were some design choices needed. When deciding where the patterns should be, I thought it would be best to place it on any brown clothing, so this included Layton’s top hat, coat and pants. For the design itself, I experimented with some line drawing, but I didn’t think they really worked, make the professors known brown look appear white and not much like the original. So, in the end I decided to make the professors pattern a reference to his games and events that take place in them (if you’re interested, below is a list of each reference on the pattern). Although I had chosen white, I wanted other colours that blended with the previously established brown colour, so I used a mixture of light and dark browns, as well as some orange to detail the patterns featured in the professor design.

List of references featured in the Layton’s pattern

1.)    Luke’s hat (the professor’s accomplice)

2.)    Claire’s hat (From “Professor Layton and the Lost Future)

3.)    The time machine (From “Professor Layton and the Lost Future)

4.)    The Elysian box (From “Professor Layton and Pandora’s Box”)

5.)    Two hint coins, which have appeared across the series.

 Creating the final look of the Mash-up

 When creating the final mash-up, I used the same approach as I had being using previously, only this time with a slightly thicker brush and placing each aspect of the character on separate layers. I began with the hat and at this point I had gotten used to drawing the width of the hat as well as the ring around the bottom of it, the red strip across the hat had to be adjusted, due to it being much bigger now than its previous smaller designs.

Next was creating the professor’s coat/ body which I tried to make slightly smoother and less angular around the neck/ lower head area, so I added a slight dip at the back of the coat where professor head would be to make it slightly more curved in its appearance, as well as the flaps at the front. For the rest of the coat, it was mostly following the same methods as I had previously, I did try to make the professor’s arms, stick out slightly at the bottom as to give his hands a clearer look instead of them looking like they have fused/ connected to the body of the character.

Once the coat was finished, I moved onto the legs which weren’t too bad to create, the main issue I had with making legs this time was due to them now being much bigger now in appearance, I kept making the legs uneven in size. This would make the legs look like one was wider than the other, to try and fix this issue, I made the professor’s waist more visible with a curve leading towards his coat, this in term I felt made the coat (again) look bigger in comparison to the rest of Layton. Once this was done the shoes where added, which I experienced a similar issue as I did with the legs, but this time with size of the professor’s heel as sometimes one heel would appear bigger than the other or make the proportions of the foot appear unequal/ disjointed. To fix this I began drawing from the bottom of Layton’s pants and created a slight inward then outward curve for the heel, instead of beginning with the fronts of the characters feet, as I had been doing previously.

I kept with the same principles I made myself for the facial features making it a fairly easy process to create and position the professor’s facial features, I did make one ear slightly bigger than the other this time, as I tried to create a quarter view of the professor whilst keep to the rules/ design of the characters in the show. I then coloured in the professor whilst leaving out the areas of the character for the pattern.

Lastly was adding the pattern which was implemented through trial and error. At first placing the pattern design on Layton’s top hat made me feel that there wasn’t enough going on, as for the most part only a few white lines and snippets of the patterns would appear on the character. To fix this I had to stretch and manipulate the pattern layer with the transform and marquee tool modify the shape of the pattern to mostly fit where it needed to go. I did try to fit the entire pattern in place, but I felt it made the pattern to busy when compared to the rest of the design, so I placed segments of the pattern in place and then erased the rest. This was done again for the professor’s coat and pants with more designs appearing on them than the hat, due to the coat being much bigger. I then added a light green background and with that the character mash-up was complete.

Overall, I felt happy with this mash-up, as in the previous two mashups I felt like I had to try and stay as close to the original features of the original character designs when it came to proportions. But with this piece I had to think a little bit outside of the box in order to make Layton and chowder’s design work together. It was also fun to experiment with layering different pieces of work on top of each other (The character sheets and the pattern sheets), instead of creating everything in the same document as I had been doing previously, so both improvisation and design aspects were tested on me for this piece.

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Eyebrows and Forehead Surgery (lift)

Eyebrows and Forehead Surgery (lift) Summary A brow lift, also commonly called a forehead lift, rejuvenates the face above the eyes to restore a more refreshed appearance that better reflects a patient’s natural vibrancy. By removing excess sagging, skin on the forehead, and repositioning the underlying muscles and tissues, a brow lift can correct a heavy, sagging brow, eliminate deep furrows, and restore a smoother, more youthful contour to the upper one-third of the face. Recognition of this volume loss in the upper face and its effects has resulted in a change in our understanding and treatment of facial aging. Through fat augmentation, the brow is directed outward and can support the overlying skin without raising the brow to an unnaturally high position. The superior orbital rim is approached through a lateral forehead entry site. A midline entry site is then utilized to blend the fat into the medial rim and glabellar region, totaling an additional 1 to 2 mL per side. Upper eyelid sulcus grafting may take place at this time utilizing an entry site in the brow. What is Brow or Forehead lift? WATCH THESE VIDOES AND READ THE ARTICLE IF YOU CONSIDERING EYEBROW AND FOREHEAD LIFT WHAT IS EYEBROW AND FORHEAD LIFT? FACE REJUVENATION PLAY VIDEO Endoscopic Brow Lift FACE REJUVENATION PLAY VIDEO Temporal or Limited Incision Brow Lift FACE REJUVENATION PLAY VIDEO EYEBROW LIFT. FAT INJECTION FACE REJUVENATION PLAY VIDEO A brow lift, also commonly called a forehead lift, rejuvenates the face above the eyes to restore a more refreshed appearance that better reflects a patient’s natural vibrancy. By removing excess sagging, skin on the forehead, and repositioning the underlying muscles and tissues, a brow lift can correct a heavy, sagging brow, eliminate deep furrows, and restore a smoother, more youthful contour to the upper one-third of the face. While almost every adult over 50 is a candidate for upper eyelid surgery, they may or may not be a candidate for brow and forehead lift. The difference between upper eyelid surgery and brow lift surgery are numerous.  With upper eyelid surgery, the upper lids are improved, but the brow position is unchanged.  The brow lift, however, improves the loose upper eyelid skin and elevates the brows to more active status. Not every patient is a candidate for brow lift as some patients do not look natural with elevated brows. One right way to “preview” the results of brow and forehead lift is to lie flat on your back, elevate your chin and hold a mirror directly over your face.  In most cases, this approximates the position of elevated brows. One common problem is that some patients are not offered the option of brow lift by some surgeons. Before any upper eyelid procedure, a brow lift should be discussed.  If too much skin is removed from the upper lids, a future brow lift may be impossible as there will not be enough skin to close the eyes. What are the Differences between Brow and Forehead Lifts and Face Lift? When it comes to facial cosmetic surgery, it can be challenging to know which procedure you really need to address the signs of aging that are affecting you. If you have sagging, hollowed cheeks, and eyelid bags, do you need a facelift or an eyelid lift? If you have a tired, concerned appearance, will an eyelid lift or a brow lift help you the most? While the best way to find out the most appropriate procedure or procedures for you is to discuss your concerns with an experienced, qualified cosmetic surgeon, it may help to associate each facial procedure with a particular area of aging: - Brow Lift: improves the forehead and above the eyebrows - Eyelid Lift: improves the orbital region, around the eyes from the cheekbone to the brow bone. - Face Lift improves the mid to lower face, from the cheekbones to the chin and jawline. - Neck Lift improves the neck, from the chin to the collar bone. Of course, these are general areas that each facial procedure will address; your cosmetic surgeon may employ techniques from one or more of these procedures to address your unique concerns. Why I Have a Brow and Forehead Lifts? The problem with an aging forehead is the effect it has on our facial expressions—a sagging, heavily furrowed brow can cause us to look constantly tired, worried, or even angry. Some of us are also genetically inclined to have a more substantial, thicker brow, making us look as though we are wearing a frown even when we are feeling our best. A brow lift directly addresses these issues, helping patients enjoy a more naturally refreshed appearance as well as other positive changes: - Others may find you more approachable, as they no longer mistakenly perceive you as angry or concerned - Your eyes will appear brighter and more naturally alert - Self-confidence can improve as you are no longer worried about looking “worried.”  Who is a Candidate for Brow and Forehead Lifts? - Patients with low eyebrow position that desire elevation - Patients with eyebrow asymmetry - Patients with excess or droopy upper eyelids - Patients with forehead or brow wrinkles As we age, unsightly wrinkle lines may appear on the forehead. Frown lines between the brows can make us look angry or "too serious." Skin relaxation may cause the eyebrows to drop, hooding our upper eyelids, and making us look tired. If you are bothered by these signs of aging in the brow region, a brow lift may be right for you. Who is not a Candidate for Brow and Forehead Lifts? - Patients who look surprised or unnatural with elevated brows - Patients who have had multiple upper lid surgeries and do not have enough skin to close the lids - Patients with unstable hairlines (although some techniques use hidden scars) What are Intended Results for Brow and Forehead Lifts? - More youthful eyebrow position - Reduced appearance of brow and forehead wrinkles - Improvement of baggy and droopy upper eyelids What should I expect during a consultation for Brow and Forehead Lifts? During your brow lift consultation, be prepared to discuss: - Your goals for your appearance - Your complete medical history - Your current prescription medications, including vitamins, herbal supplements, alcohol, tobacco, and drug use Your brow lift surgeon will also: - Evaluate your general health status and any risk factors - Discuss your options - Examine and measure different parts of your face - Take photographs - Recommend a course of treatment - Discuss likely outcomes of brow lift surgery and any potential complications It's essential to understand all aspects of your arm lift procedure. It's natural to feel some anxiety, whether it's excitement for your anticipated new look or a bit of preoperative stress. Don't be shy about discussing these feelings with your cosmetic surgeon. Procedure Description of Brow and Forehead Lifts - The procedure is generally performed with IV or general anesthesia but can also sometimes be performed with local anesthesia. - The most common techniques use incisions hidden in the hairline.  Some surgeons use endoscopic procedures while other surgeons employ open surgical methods.  Much of this depends on factors such as patients with high hairlines or hair loss. - Patients with brow asymmetries may experience a correction, but in some cases, the asymmetry may be due to factors such as skull size or soft tissue differences and are harder to correct. - The procedure may be combined with upper and/or lower eyelid surgery, facelift, or other cosmetic procedures. What are the Types of  Brow and Forehead Lifts Surgery? Cosmetic surgeons use different techniques for brow lift surgery; which is best for any given patient depends on a patient’s goals, unique anatomy, and the extent of corrections needed to achieve the desired results. Endoscopic Brow Lift Increasingly, cosmetic surgeons are using the endoscopic method for brow lift surgery, which is much less invasive than previous techniques, yet can often achieve an equally desirable result. For an endoscopic brow lift, your cosmetic surgeon will make a series of very short incisions (about ¾” in length) just behind the hairline. Then, using a special tiny camera and thin instruments, he will reposition the muscles and lift underlying tissues of the forehead, removing excess fat and tissue as needed to create a naturally more youthful brow. Temporal or Limited Incision Brow Lift A temporal brow lift involves slightly longer incisions than an endoscopic brow lift and is most commonly performed in conjunction with eyelid surgery. Incisions about 1 inch long are made just above each temple, behind the hairline. Through these incisions, your cosmetic surgeon will lift and reposition the tissues of the outer brow area. Then, through the incisions made for an upper eyelid procedure, the space between the eyebrows is lifted to smooth out frown lines. Classic or Coronal Brow Lift Once the standard technique, the coronal brow lift has generally fallen out of fashion, as well-qualified cosmetic surgeons are typically able to make needed improvements with less invasive procedures. In some instances, however, a coronal brow lift may be necessary to achieve a patient’s desired results. This technique involves one long incision made behind the hairline, running from ear to ear. Excess skin, fat, and tissue are removed, and the remaining skin and brow muscles are repositioned into a more youthful appearance. What should I expect during my Brow and Forehead Lifts? During your brow lift recovery, your forehead may be taped, and/or your head may be loosely wrapped to minimize swelling and to bruise after the procedure is completed. A thin tube may be present to drain any excess blood or fluid that may collect under the skin. You will be given specific instructions that may include: - How to care for the surgical site and drains - Medications to apply or take orally - Specific concerns to look for at the surgical site or in your general health - When to follow up with your cosmetic surgeon. You should keep your head elevated and perform no vigorous physical activity for as long as your surgeon recommends. Do not use ice or heat on the operated area. Be sure to ask your cosmetic surgeon specific questions about what to expect during your recovery period. - What medication will I need after surgery? - Will I have dressings/bandages? - When will they be removed? - Are stitches removed? When? - When can I resume regular activity and exercise? - When do I return for follow-up care Patients typically experience very little pain after a brow lift, but it is common to feel a slight discomfort as well as a sensation of tightness throughout the forehead. Swelling and bruising are most common during the first 10 days or so after surgery and are mostly resolved after about 2 weeks. The timeline for resuming activity after a brow lift depends on the individual—if you have a brow lift alone, recovery is usually much quicker than that for a patient having a brow lift in conjunction with a facelift or other more extensive procedure. Below are typical recovery milestones following brow lift surgery: - Day of surgery: walking around the house is encouraged. - 1 to 2 days after surgery: showering is permitted; be gentle around your incision sites. - 1 week after surgery: return to a sedentary job; some patients can return to work earlier. You may tire more quickly, so consider a limited work schedule initially. If you are concerned about visible bruising, your cosmetic surgeon can recommend options for camouflage makeup. - 1 to 2 weeks after surgery: resume driving, if you have full mobility and are no longer taking prescription pain medication. - 2 to 4 weeks after surgery: gradually return exercise; your cosmetic surgeon will provide guidance for which activities are allowed. What Results Should I Expect after Brow and Forehead Lifts? The results of your brow lift surgery are immediately visible. Over time, post-surgical swelling will resolve, and incision lines will fade. Satisfaction with your new image should continue to grow as you recover from surgery. The results of your surgery will appear over the next few months. Although good results are expected from your procedure, there can be no guarantee. Life-long sun protection will help to maintain your rejuvenated appearance by minimizing sun damage. A healthy lifestyle will also help extend the results of your surgery. When performed by an experienced, cosmetic surgeon, the improvements made with brow lift surgery will last for many years to come. However, nothing can stop the normal aging process, and eventually, your forehead tissues will begin to settle with time and gravity. You can help keep your results looking their best by living a healthy lifestyle. Wear sunscreen daily, eat a diet rich in whole foods and vitamins, and don’t smoke. This will help keep your body healthy and skin looking its best. What are the risks of Brow and Forehead Lifts? The decision to have plastic surgery is extremely personal. You will have to decide if the operation will achieve your goals and if the risks and potential complications of a brow lift are acceptable. You will be asked to sign consent forms to ensure that you fully understand the procedure and any risks and possible complications. Brow lift surgery risks include: - Anesthesia risks - Bleeding - Loss of hair around the incisions - Elevated hairline - Eye irritation or dryness - Facial asymmetry - Facial nerve injury with weakness or paralysis - Fluid accumulation - Infection - Numbness or other changes in skin sensation or intense itching - Pain, which may persist - Poor wound healing - Possibility of revision surgery - Skin loss - Unfavorable scarring - Rare risk of deep venous thrombosis (blood clots) that can result in pulmonary embolism with chest pain, shortness of breath These risks and others will be thoroughly discussed prior to your consent. It's vital that you address all your questions directly with your cosmetic surgeon. Eyebrows and Forehead Fat Injection Eyebrows and Forehead Rejuvenation. Fat Injections The periorbital region is one of the first facial regions to show signs of aging. Typically, the nasojugal crease is more evident with aging, the malar fat pad has atrophied, the temples have hollowed, and the brow and upper lid have lost volume. This volume loss is accentuated by brow lifts and blepharoplasty procedures that alter brow position and remove fat, further skeletonizing the patient. The loss of subcutaneous fullness results in pan-facial deflation, the results of which were previously attributed solely to skin redundancy and descent. Recognition of this volume loss and its effects has resulted in a change in our understanding and treatment of facial aging. Surgeons can no longer excise or reposition tissue in a superior vector and claim to have achieved a correct restoration. Prof Moawad is a pioneer in rejuvenating the periorbital region through volume restoration using autologous fat transplantation. A conservative trans-conjunctival blepharoplasty or skin-only upper blepharoplasty combined with fat grafting can provide reliable rejuvenation and limit morbidity associated with higher volumes of fat grafting that would otherwise be necessary without concomitant excisional-based surgery. Fat transfer to the forehead is an excellent method to lift the eyebrows. Through fat augmentation, the brow is directed in an outward and can support the overlying skin without raising the brow to an unnaturally high position.  Prof Moawad uses the "Pearl" technique with small quantities of fat tissue injected through a 1-mL Luer-lock syringe and a 20-gauge microcannula with one hole for better control. In a novel approach, platelet-rich plasma is added to micro fat were injected, giving a promising natural result. The superior orbital rim is approached through a lateral forehead entry site. A 1.2 mm cannula is used for all upper face injections barring the upper eyelid sulcus where 0.9 is utilized. The fat is placed over the rim in much the same fashion as the lower orbital rim using nondominant hand tactile feedback. Overall, 1 to 2mL is placed over the lateral edge. A midline entry site is then utilized to blend the fat into the medial rim and glabellar region, totaling an additional 1 to 2 mL per side. When the orbital rim is grafted, the brow will have a Cro-magnon–like appearance that can be quite disturbing. However, by adding fat to the forehead in a subcutaneous plane, this appearance will quickly disappear as the forehead deficiency is filled, and the entire upper face blended into the volume restored orbital rim. When fat is grafted to the brow, millifat is used to provide a structural change in brow projection and is grafted retrograde in small threads or pulses, depositing the fat in the shape of a multidimensional wedge, so it blends into both the medial and superior brow. The fat graft is injected under the eyebrow and slightly biased inferiorly. If mild brow ptosis is associated with excessive upper eyelid skin lateral to the lateral canthus, fat grafting is performed to lift the lateral brow. If moderate to severe brow ptosis is present fat grafting is carried out first, followed by endoscopic or minimally invasive, temporal browlift. Upper eyelid sulcus grafting may take place at this time utilizing an entry site in the brow. A specific conversation about this area is advised to the patient during the consultation as many will not understand the concept of a volume-restored upper eyelid, and some may be displeased with the outcome. Comparing youthful photos of the patient is useful to explain to them how their upper eyelids had more volume in youth, assuming they have not had a deep sulcus naturally. In our experience, however, even with an explanation, many women prefer more tarsal show rather than a full lid and opt for an upper eyelid skin removal rather than volume restoration. If volume replacement is chosen, 0.5 to 1.0 mL of fat is placed into the upper sulcus, starting in the infra brow and working inferiorly. Additional micro-fat or nano fat grafting can be performed for refinement of the subcutaneous tissue of the upper eyelid. Nano fat can also be delivered by micro-needling. RELATED POSTS Eyebrows and Forehead Rejuvenation (non-surgical) 07/03/2020 READ MORE Weight Loss Surgery. Lower Body Lift 27/02/2020 READ MORE Weight Loss Surgery or Body Lifts 26/02/2020 READ MORE Warts Treatment 10/03/2020 READ MORE Vitiligo (white spots) Treatment 05/03/2020 READ MORE Vampire Face Lift. 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Red and Gold Chapter 5

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***I’m writhing, screaming and restrained. My Dad’s shouting to me, he’s not here and can’t reach me. My body is burning, through my watery eyes the face of my captor. His eyes burning daggers slicing through my soul, that evil smile flashing his irritatingly perfect teeth***

I jerked awake knocking my phone clattering over the floor, beads of sweat had formed round my temples, and my body temperate had risen considerably. I recovered my phone and checked the time, I had just under an hour to transform from whatever state I was currently in to a picture glamorous enough to be seen with Tony Stark.

  I loitered to my room and stared aimlessly into my closet; not that I had much choice. My going out section was minimal I had more suits than dresses; I decided to go safe with a black number. The dress was simple but alluring finishing mid-thigh with thin straps holding the deep V neck plunge front securing in place teasing the inside of my cleavage and the top of my stomach. The straps round the black were slightly thicker and sat in an X shape. My hair hadn’t taken me too long; it never does being only shoulder length, and the coal colour of my hair highlights how blue my eyes are. I quickly finished straightening my hair while slipping my feet into a pair of blood red eye catching heels with the straps wrapping delicately round my ankle. Placing the straighteners to cool on the marble side amongst the debris of lotions, brushes and sprays I scrunched my eyes while dousing my hair with spray which I then slightly ruffled adding some volume to the style. As I shut the bathroom door a down draught of way too many different smells combined causing me to cough, after much deliverance I decided for a floral and fruity scent.

 As I made my way down the cold empty hallway my phone sounded breaking up the echoes of my heels, the loudness muffled by being in my bag. Upon seeing the sender a small smile took over me and I clicked it open. My longest friend Tyler was being way too curious about my outfit choices. He was pressing for a picture, I denied him saying he could wait; his appetite for the gossip was still not satiated I was bombarded with questions about the date I’d yet to actually go on.

I got down to main floor before I stopped realising I had no idea where I was going. My knowledge of Tony led me to believe that if he was going out he’d want to take one of his extravagant cars. Quickly walking over to the elevator hoping no one noticed that for a few seconds I probably looked struck with amnesia; I depressed the button for the elevator down to the garage. Tony of course had to keep his cars separate to everyone else. Not sure if I had the clearance to access the area; I found out quickly when the box I was in jolted before transitioning smoothly downwards.  The elevator doors revealed a spectrum of cars and colours along either side of the pristine looking floor leading out of the building. I heard the roar of an engine and the beam of the BMW lights slowed towards me. The metallic ionic silver body with accents in blue came to a halt in front on me. The door nearest to me lifted up and excitement escaped to my face in the form of a raised brow accompanied by a large smile. Tony replicated my expressions and indicated to the passenger seat “Well let’s go then”

    As soon as the door clicked shut the engine revved ferociously, feeling the vibrations beneath me before Tony pressed the accelerator and we sped forward and merged onto the streets of New York. The smart black interior was broken up the by the same blue as the outside, the dim blue glare of the multimedia screen drew my attention slightly before it was diverted to the top half of Tony’s suit. It was nicely fitted as always, tight enough to happily notice his biceps. The black dinner jacket was slightly intruded by the leather lapel which contrasted to the white shirt beneath. His hair was the usual perfectly messy style along with the precise sculpture of his facial hair. “Well Miss Chase you do look enticing tonight” Irritatingly I couldn’t get a read of his eyes through his purple tinted glasses that he likes to hide behind all too much. “Well I just hope the effort is enough for a Stark and is appropriate for where we’re headed” I said calmly hoping to pry a destination but to no avail. “Do you trust me?” He asked seriously, glancing over in my direction.

“Depends on the context” I responded curious as to where this was going.

“That’s probably wise with my record, will you trust me if you put this on?” he reached into his pocket and presented a blindfold. I laughed to myself “Of course I trust depriving one of my senses and relying on you” I said over dramatically and willingly complied with Tony’s request.

“Distrust noted, on another note am I correct in that you minored in psychology? And you had keen interest in brain chemistry and electrical activity?”

“That is correct, but you knew that”

“I did, I actually read one of your papers”

I turned and raised my eyebrows at him in surprise.

“The one about different responses in the brain to stimuli of immediate and delayed gratification and impulses and the relevance and benefits of both” He continued pausing after waiting for confirmation.

“What drew to you that one I wonder” I shot back sarcastically

“Never too late to learn about yourself , biology is more Banners area”

I thought quickly to responds in simple terms,

“Surely you knew you’re immensely impulsive and are all for the instant gratification, not exactly a secret is it Stark”

“Ouch Jamie” He toyed, a smile creased across his face. The atmosphere in the car was calm and playful, completely relaxed in my blinded state.

“We’re here” The engine quickly died and the rush of air caused me to jolt in my seat as the doors opened. I fiddled and freed myself from the low seat. I heard soft footsteps stop by my side “I’m going to take your hand okay” he softly spoke. I offered my right hand cautiously

“I’d be pissed if you didn’t” His hand firmly gripped mine; I took comfort in the warmth of them as he helped me to my unsteady feet. In trying to gain more stability I instinctively linked my arms through his. Our footsteps changed from an almost inaudible sound against the passing traffic to distinctly clacking on the hard loud surface. Tony stopped gently unhooked me and gave my arm a reassuring squeeze and backtracked quickly followed by the sound of doors closing. The smooth footsteps stopped in front of me, I jerked as I felt pressure around my head  “This is where I bring my test subjects” Hardly keeping the amusement from his voice “You can remove the blindfold now” he instructed after securing me to my ambiguous headpiece. Reaching round to my blindfold I curiously felt the band around my head, it felt mostly plastic with some cold metal sections, the band sat horizontally around my head with two small circular metal plates resting on my temples.

“Tony you really have lost your touch if you think taking women is anyway to imp..” I stopped mid-sentence as light flooded back to my eyes overwhelming the retinas momentarily before adjusting to the misleadingly dim room. The room was a large spacious crescent shape, what really had me speechless was the fact that the room I was standing in was in the building I had left minutes earlier.

“I’ve technically not taken you anywhere” Playful sarcasm etched in his cool voice. As familiar as the room was I’d rarely seen the room empty, the gleaming beech wood flooring blanketing the whole floor including the slightly raised platform at the far end of the room. There was a single table in the centre of the room which was dressed elegantly. “Would you like a drink” he offered angling his head toward the fully stocked bar which ran along the curve of the right-side wall.

“I needed one yesterday” I was still looking round at the bare room I hardly recognised it without the live band and sea of slightly drunk partygoers. I followed Tony and leaned against the bar whilst he played bartender, I smiled to myself watching him prepare two very strong martinis, the back drop of the glowering shelve of bottles was lightly illuminated by a white light behind a plastic fixture imbedded in the wall. The gentle hum of the fridges below the bar was drowned out by the cocktail shaker before its contents were poured to their final destination. He nodded his head triumphantly before heading over and taking a seat at the only place he could. “So explain my flattering headwear”

He leaned back slightly and pulled another head dongle and placed it on his own head. He produced a small round remote with three buttons and placed it down in between us, his face softened and slid it over to me “green button”

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously before proceeding with the green button. I gasped, a small shock shot through my temples, two large projections engulfed the area above us. I looked up in awe at the stringy web like jumble, small clumps had multiple legs joining to another forms; the clumps occasionally flashing before going dark again. The structure as a whole was a faint blue, it was magnificent. It made sense now why I was asked about my study; after admiring the structure which I could describe in the simplest terms as a map of the brain synapse and chemistry. I was left completely speechless in my little brain orb which was now firing a lot more frequently.

“This is literally the coolest thing I’ve seen and had done for me” I said excitedly; which is saying something at Stark’s Industries.

“Better than the Gala?” he returned slightly confident.

“Definitely” I responded almost immediately “Thank you Tony this is incredible” I beamed looking into those chocolate eyes which melted right in front of me at my approval and happiness.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y play the Gala playlist please” whilst Tony took the last swig of his drink and walked over and quickly made another and came back over and offered his hand out to me “care to dance?”

“I really don’t dance” I said hesitantly knowing no was not going to be an option. He waited until I caved in and stood up into his arms. He inspected my outfit with playful eyes “I’m supposed to be a replacement date, at the Gala you would have to dance at some point” he spoke triumphantly. Our bodies started swaying in sync one of his arms round my waist and the other gripping my hand firmly. “I just wanted to say thank you for the other night and you know what you did for me” his words were hesitant  and eye contact was avoided, knowing him he’s not the best at apologising or saying thank you he was trying and he had succeeded in my books. He let go of my hand momentarily and took another swig of his drink trying to fight the feeling of vulnerability which probably had just flooded over him. “How’s my dancing?” trying to break the silence. The hand which was round his neck ran through his hair in an attempt to reassure him. How soft his hair felt brushing over my skin, I tried to ignore the intoxicating smell of his strong aftershave I suddenly began to wish he’d start exploring me with his hands. “It’s ok, so tell me what’s your deal how did you get where you are at such a young age” he quizzed

“You don’t need to have been surrounded by genius your whole life to be one yourself you know” I played “ With that being said my dad was a leader in his field in virology” I stated

“I guess growing up with that you’re bound to have picked his smarts up”

“ I wish I could say so, my dad took his own life when I was 12” I was not going to share that It was because after I escaped from kidnappers he would rather die than give them the information they required to do terrible things.

“I’m sorry..”

“it’s fine, anyway I have always had a gift of retaining information and analysing it, I flew through school often put up a couple of grades; before I knew it I’d secured a scholarship to MIT and thus enters Nick Fury into my life” I was half telling the truth.

“Uh oh” he laughed

“Yep” I agreed jovially “He gave me one of his famous speeches and wanted to take me under his guidance; we all know you can’t refuse him” Tony rolled his eyes in a knowing fashion and chuckled

“Enough said I get the impression you don’t get out much, a beautiful young woman like you should be …….” Tony presumed correctly

“Personal much” I gently tugged at his hair

“I have a few close friends college and developing some here, I do have trouble maintaining relationships as I get too immersed in what I do and the fact I can be rather awkward” I admitted

“You sound like such a well-rounded stable individual”

“No more than you” I countered

“Touché.” sounding happily defeated. We broke apart and took a seat and continued to infuse our bodies with more alcohol than was needed. I’d definitely drunk enough to impair my inhibitions significantly, I think we both had.

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Improve your microblading: How to achieve crisp strokes.

Improve your microblading: How to achieve crisp strokes. Let me ask you something: Do you struggle with your brow work turning blurry? Do you seem to get endlessly patchy results? Do your strokes never seem to disappear at all? If you answered yes to any of these above questions then don’t get discouraged because this post is for you. Microblading can feel like one of the hardest procedures to learn, and as you likely already know, it takes quite a bit of practice to achieve the desired look. The following two factors will greatly influence your results: A. Your client’s skin condition.   B. Your choice of technique, skills, and microblading patterns. Let’s discuss these in more detail so that you can have a well-rounded understanding of their effects on your microblading goals starting with the first one. A: Your client’s skin condition. No matter how excellent your skills are if your client has problematic skin it’s difficult to expect great results. I personally don’t perform microblading on every skin type and I always try to explain to my clients with a skin condition that it could result in undesirable soft-blurred strokes and that might not meet their ideal expectations. Sure it  would still look natural, but it wouldn’t be as ideally crisp as it should be. You should only move forward with the procedure if after you’ve explained these points thoroughly they still express a desire to continue. The following are some of the common skin conditions that can affect your microblading results: 1. Being overweight . Often people with overweight body types can experience an oilier skin consistency. If they’re lucky they might receive a powdered brow look but worst case scenario it can possibly heal into a terribly patchy smudged look. You can definitely still provide microblading for such clients, but make sure you choose a more suitable microblading pattern that I will discuss later on in this post. 2. Having big pores . When working with this skin type it will be very hard to make microblading stay on the skin. Most of your efforts will be lost on this kind of skin during the healing process and it might require several touch-ups furthermore resulting in the strokes will not be as crisp as ideally desired. 3. Previously tattooed brows . Another difficult skin type worth mentioning is any that’s been previously tattooed with ink that hasn’t faded completely. Even though the strokes might have healed crisply they’ll likely become almost invisible and unable to cover the previous tattoo. In this case, I usually perform machine strokes as they heal nicely in almost any case. For more information about microblading versus machine hair strokes click here . 4. Highly vascular skin . This skin type often requires several touch-ups because due to the nature of the skin it can be very hard to inject the ink without excessive bleeding. In some of these cases, it is best not to perform microblading at all. 5. Previous skin treatments . Clients that came to you after skin treatments, facials, sunburns, will have similar results to those with high vascular skin. Microblading in this scenario is not recommended. B: Your choice of technique, skills and microblading patterns. 3 Finger stretch . Your client’s skin is your canvas and you need to work with it stretched tightly. This is a very important condition which many of you might ignore but keep in mind that the more you stretch the skin tightly into the direction of your planned stroke, the crisper it would be after healing. Strokes should not overlap. If the front of the brow looks clean and is healing nicely but the middle and tail of the brows appear patchy then this is an indicator that you must work on your stroke placement. As with the front , middle and tail parts of the brow, strokes should have their own position and place. I recommend carefully planning the middle brow strokes and practice a hundred times if needed. There should be no sense of improvising the results for your client in these areas and practice makes perfect. Equal distance between strokes . Each and every stroke that I place on my client’s brows is with a precise distance between them. If you need some guiding assistance when doing this you can put dots around the shape to assist you with guiding the distance by eye.  Clean pattern . It’s important to always make certain that the middle strokes are as clean as the front. There should be no overlapping and no overstuffing the area with strokes. Fewer strokes better healing . The less the number of strokes you need to make the less damage you make to the skin and therefore the better healed the result. Don’t try to stuff an empty spot with a bunch of random strokes. Instead, it is better to fill it out on your touch-up to avoid the neighbour strokes being messed up. Otherwise, you can get a patchy and blurry look, or sometimes even scarring. When it comes to people with problematic skin conditions I prefer a simpler microblading pattern with just a bunch of semi-curved parallel lines. Make sure to place ink on the skin first. You should make sure your blade has ink on the tip before you slide. You want to make sure you get your ink inside the micro-cut so typically I would first slightly tap on the skin to place the ink first and then slide through the skin. Quality of ink. The quality of your ink is very crucial and it does improve your results drastically. Although I usually try not to sponsor outside brands I must say that the Phibrows ink is by far my favorite for microblading.  Quality of blades, thin and thick. As you could imagine, thinner blades tend to create less damage to the skin which leads to a much crisper outcome. What more can I say? It’s as simple as that. Fewer paths mean better healing . Microblading strokes were not meant to look thick, intense or vivid so it’s not recommended that you aim to achieve this by doing too many paths because by doing so this will scar the skin. Clients who like dark, “stand out” brows should choose powder brows, add shading to microblading, or have strokes done by machine. Stay away from any temptation to try to achieve a heavy brow look with just microblading as you’ll cause too much damage to the skin and I don’t recommend it at all.  The Secret Path I’m going to share my secret here and that is to inject the ink one more time right after you’ve placed it. R ight after you finish one side of the brow you can inject ink one more time (very carefully) throughout the pattern before finally moving to the other brow. Let’s consider w hat happens when you move to the other side, your skin will naturally react and start to lock in the ink so it makes no sense to reopen it again and again and thus damage it. When doing this you should place the ink with caution over the exact same stroke being careful not to go over the boundaries. Otherwise healed strokes will come out thicker and blurrier. After the second (or at most the third) path of ink injection, you should stop and if the stroke is not dark enough you should explain to the client that you’ll be leaving it for their touch up. Your pattern for each skin type For good, tight-conditioned skin, I prefer to use a more complicated pattern: For oily, problematic skin, I prefer to use a simpler, parallel lines pattern: Pressure and depth It’s important for new students to pay careful attention to the depth of their work as it is common that they might tend to go too deep in the beginning. It should only be as deep as you would do if you were microblading without numbing cream; as shallow as possible! Remember, you can always add missing strokes on the touch-up but you can never color correct deeply scarred blue strokes.  You can practice on fruits and bananas, just slightly scratching the upper layers. Want to learn more? Check out my videos on Youtube . The post Improve your microblading: How to achieve crisp strokes. appeared first on BeautySlesh - Brow Academy . Want to read more? Check out my other articles here: https://beautyslesh.com/tutorials/

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These Are the Top 10 Haircuts For 2017, According to Stylists

New year, new haircut, am I right? Resolutions for beauty girls (and boys!) are all about experimenting with your look. And one of the most obvious ways to do that is by getting a fresh chop. According to these celebrity stylists and top salon pros, a new haircut can completely change your face and hair routine. Plus, it’s fun to head back to the office and receive compliments about your makeover moment.

No matter your natural hair texture or desired length, we asked these brilliant stylists for inspiration and tips on what cut to get and how to style it. Keep reading, and get ready to screenshot your 2017 dream hair.

The Modern Shag The cut: The Modern Shag

Celebrity inspiration: Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

What it looks like: “The key to getting a shag cut that looks cool and modern is to keep the layers longer in proportion to the length (otherwise it looks dated),” said Rodney Cutler, a Redken ambassador and Cutler salon owner.

What to ask for at the salon: “If you have thick hair, ask for lots of layers so to take out some of the weight,” he explained. “If you have fine, straight hair, make sure the layers are a bit choppy and not too seamless in order to achieve the desired texture.”

Styling tip: “The new and improved shag cuts look best styled a bit more polished,” he added. “Hair should be smooth and healthy looking; however, avoid blow-drying with a round brush — you’ll end up looking more soccer mom than supermodel.

“Whether you’re wearing it straight or wavy, make sure the ends are straight. Then finish with a texturizing product. Redken Wind Blown 05 is great used all over for matte finish, and a product like Redken Rough Paste 12 can be used on ends for separation and definition.”

Shattered Long Layer Shag With Bangs The cut: Shattered Long Layer Shag With Bangs

Celebrity inspiration: Halle Berry

What it looks like: This is a superlayered long hairstyle with texturizing being the hero. In the look, bangs have been added as well as lots of facial framing to create the overall shag element.

What to ask for at the salon: “This is definitely one of those ‘just go for it’ moments in the salon,” explained Kérastase Paris consulting hairstylist Matt Fugate. “This look is for the girl who loves her length but wants a modern update. Ask your stylist to chop and a messy fringe that grazes between your eyelid and brow. Go longer at first, so that it leaves room to texturize. Then, freehand in some layers using a razor all throughout the crown. Add in face-framing layers to break up the shape of the cut, as well as lots of layers through the sides and back. Something to key in on is to not cut the hair too short over the ears and around the face. Those stay long to keep the integrity of the long style, but the hair above and on the crown can be cut.”

Styling tip: “You want to create a thick texture here. Think: ‘raw denim jeans,’ not a ‘silk dress.’ Load wet hair with a thickening gel — my fave is Kérastase Thermiques line — they complement the Matérialiste well.

“Flip over your locks and blast with the blow dryer. This is a time you can be rough on the blow-drying in order to activate product and ‘rough up’ the style. Once dry, use a medium or small (or both!) curling iron to twist, wrap, and rope the hair in random ways so that the texture is multiplied. Once done, flip hair again and shake it! You can finish with a texturizing spray like V.I.P. to add extra grit and volume.”

Wild and Free Texture The cut: Wild and Free Texture

Celebrity inspiration: Alicia Keys

What it looks like: “This is a beautiful statement haircut that has more to it than meets the eye,” Fugate said. “For the super curly-haired girls, this is all about shape and balance and knowing how the hair is going to react to the cut.”

What to ask for at the salon: “Ask your stylist to set in a great shape; the architecture in this cut is key. Then, once you have some strong lines cut into the layers, you want to let this style do its thing, and then perfect it like you would a bonsai tree. You can shape the curls by slightly deconstructing them and freeing the weight of them to allow for airiness.”

Styling tip: “This look is all about the curls, and a great product for this is Curl Fever. A few pumps in wet hair, and then you let the hair do its own thing. You can pick it out and build the party up and then let the shape of the cut synergize with the texture and rock it out.”

Choppy Pixie The cut: Choppy Pixie

Celebrity inspiration: Kiersey Clemons

What it looks like: “Right now we are having a hair renaissance,” said Spoke & Weal founder Jon Reyman. “Seems like everything is available to everyone. No one is saying, ‘Oh I can’t go short because I am curly or my face shape is this way so that doesn’t work.’ There are a lot less ‘rules,’ and I think we will continue to see natural hair texture at all different lengths. This is great for anyone who wants to have a haircut as a style. The cut is a statement and inspires confidence as there is nothing to hide behind.”

What to ask for at the salon: Keep the fringe short, and add lots of layers all over. Keep it thick (meaning leave lots of weight in the hair; it’s a heavier, thicker, and stronger look). Texture rules in this cut, curly, wavy, or straight.

Styling tip: “Use minimum products — just a little hold product such as Aveda Volumizing Tonic and a very light oil light smoothing fluid to soften, only if necessary. This style is really about minimal work, minimal product, very natural look. Less is more.”

Layered Curly Cut The cut: Layered Curly Cut

Celebrity inspiration: Yara Shahidi

What it looks like: According to Reyman, this layered chop is best for women with naturally curly hair. Layers help curls air-dry in better placement.

What to ask for at the salon: “Ask your hairdresser for layers,” Reyman noted. “Depending on your texture, ask your hairdresser to cut so that the curliest version of your cut will shrink up to your shoulders. The hair is about the texture, and not as much about the cut. Wear your hair frizzy, curly, and natural.”

Styling tip: “Take advantage of doing nothing for once in your life,” he joked. “Embrace what happens. Finish your look with cool makeup or an oversized sweater. Make sure to relish in how easy this is.”

Chin-Length Bob The cut: Chin-Length Bob

Celebrity inspiration: Léa Seydoux

What it looks like: “This is the perfect go-to for women with straight and fine hair or straight and thick hair,” Reyman said of the short chop. The straightforward cut may not necessarily be new, but it definitely feels on-trend for 2017. Short hair, bobs, and lobs are definitely still “in.”

What to ask for at the salon: “Ask for a chin-length bob, all one length,” he said. “Keep it blunt. If you have a lot of hair, very dense hair, have it texturized or thinned out but without layering. There should be no layers to this cut.”

Styling tip: “Simple,” Reyman explained. “Show off the cut by wearing it pin straight. Wavy and mess work well too. A heat protectant spray, like Aveda Brilliant Damage Control, and flat iron to style straight or for putting bend in will be your go-tos for this cut.”

Structured A-Line Lob The cut: Structured A-Line Lob

Celebrity inspiration: Fergie

What it looks like: “This is for the woman who is trying to grow her traditional bob shape,” said Matrix celebrity stylist Nick Stenson. “It has a strong, heavy line with movement in the midsections.”

Styling tip: “Blow-dry smooth, and then add in Matrix Style Link Texture Builder Messy Finish Spray to build in movement without sacrificing the length,” he explained.

  Micro Afro The cut: Micro Afro

Celebrity inspiration: Lupita Nyong’o

What it looks like: “This cut is for the woman who wants to look on trend but maintain her natural curl,” Stenson said. “It’s a short crop on highly textured hair to show off the face features.”

Styling tip: “Apply Matrix Biolage R.A.W. Replenish Oil Mist to hair overnight as a treatment and wash out in the morning to keep it soft and manageable,” he added.

Soft Undercut The cut: Soft Undercut

Celebrity inspiration: Alexa Chung

What it looks like: “A soft undercut is used to remove bulk from the interior and to add texture to the baseline,” explained Anh Co Tran, L’Oréal Professionnel international stylist and co-owner of Ramirez Tran Salon. “It’s a really popular style and people are just catching on — this will definitely be a big trend in 2017.”

What to ask for at the salon: “To achieve, ask your hairdresser to go slightly shorter in the back, with a soft undercut and lots of shaggy layers,” he said.

Styling tip: “Grab a 1.5-inch curling iron to accentuate the look and add loose ringlets without curling the roots or the ends of the hair to do so,” Tran noted. “Add in texture spray or a texturizing powder like L’Oréal Professionnel True Grip.”

Textured 1930s-Inspired Bob The cut: Textured 1930s-Inspired Bob

Celebrity inspiration: Miranda Kerr

What it looks like: “This cut is best suited for wavy to straight hair textures,” said Butterfly Studio Salon senior stylist, Vanessa Fernandez. “It’s a sweet yet sexy look approximately hitting at chin length (more or less) with added layers.”

What to ask for at the salon: “At the salon, ask for subtle graduation and to keep the cut slightly A-line, meaning shorter in the back to front,” she said. “Adding 90-degree layers will give you the movement you want. Ask for a wavy blow-dry and curling iron set to get this look.”

Styling tip: “At home, style with a blow dryer and small brush, create bounce, and use a one-inch iron to lock in the waves,” she explained. “Keep in mind all should be styled away from the base. Brush out and spray.”

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Improve your microblading: How to achieve crisp strokes.

Improve your microblading: How to achieve crisp strokes. Let me ask you something: Do you struggle with your brow work turning blurry? Do you seem to get endlessly patchy results? Do your strokes never seem to disappear at all? If you answered yes to any of these above questions then don’t get discouraged because this post is for you. Microblading can feel like one of the hardest procedures to learn, and as you likely already know, it takes quite a bit of practice to achieve the desired look. The following two factors will greatly influence your results: A. Your client’s skin condition.   B. Your choice of technique, skills, and microblading patterns. Let’s discuss these in more detail so that you can have a well-rounded understanding of their effects on your microblading goals starting with the first one. A: Your client’s skin condition. No matter how excellent your skills are if your client has problematic skin it’s difficult to expect great results. I personally don’t perform microblading on every skin type and I always try to explain to my clients with a skin condition that it could result in undesirable soft-blurred strokes and that might not meet their ideal expectations. Sure it  would still look natural, but it wouldn’t be as ideally crisp as it should be. You should only move forward with the procedure if after you’ve explained these points thoroughly they still express a desire to continue. The following are some of the common skin conditions that can affect your microblading results: 1. Being overweight . Often people with overweight body types can experience an oilier skin consistency. If they’re lucky they might receive a powdered brow look but worst case scenario it can possibly heal into a terribly patchy smudged look. You can definitely still provide microblading for such clients, but make sure you choose a more suitable microblading pattern that I will discuss later on in this post. 2. Having big pores . When working with this skin type it will be very hard to make microblading stay on the skin. Most of your efforts will be lost on this kind of skin during the healing process and it might require several touch-ups furthermore resulting in the strokes will not be as crisp as ideally desired. 3. Previously tattooed brows . Another difficult skin type worth mentioning is any that’s been previously tattooed with ink that hasn’t faded completely. Even though the strokes might have healed crisply they’ll likely become almost invisible and unable to cover the previous tattoo. In this case, I usually perform machine strokes as they heal nicely in almost any case. For more information about microblading versus machine hair strokes click here . 4. Highly vascular skin . This skin type often requires several touch-ups because due to the nature of the skin it can be very hard to inject the ink without excessive bleeding. In some of these cases, it is best not to perform microblading at all. 5. Previous skin treatments . Clients that came to you after skin treatments, facials, sunburns, will have similar results to those with high vascular skin. Microblading in this scenario is not recommended. B: Your choice of technique, skills and microblading patterns. 3 Finger stretch . Your client’s skin is your canvas and you need to work with it stretched tightly. This is a very important condition which many of you might ignore but keep in mind that the more you stretch the skin tightly into the direction of your planned stroke, the crisper it would be after healing. Strokes should not overlap. If the front of the brow looks clean and is healing nicely but the middle and tail of the brows appear patchy then this is an indicator that you must work on your stroke placement. As with the front , middle and tail parts of the brow, strokes should have their own position and place. I recommend carefully planning the middle brow strokes and practice a hundred times if needed. There should be no sense of improvising the results for your client in these areas and practice makes perfect. Equal distance between strokes . Each and every stroke that I place on my client’s brows is with a precise distance between them. If you need some guiding assistance when doing this you can put dots around the shape to assist you with guiding the distance by eye.  Clean pattern . It’s important to always make certain that the middle strokes are as clean as the front. There should be no overlapping and no overstuffing the area with strokes. Fewer strokes better healing . The less the number of strokes you need to make the less damage you make to the skin and therefore the better healed the result. Don’t try to stuff an empty spot with a bunch of random strokes. Instead, it is better to fill it out on your touch-up to avoid the neighbour strokes being messed up. Otherwise, you can get a patchy and blurry look, or sometimes even scarring. When it comes to people with problematic skin conditions I prefer a simpler microblading pattern with just a bunch of semi-curved parallel lines. Make sure to place ink on the skin first. You should make sure your blade has ink on the tip before you slide. You want to make sure you get your ink inside the micro-cut so typically I would first slightly tap on the skin to place the ink first and then slide through the skin. Quality of ink. The quality of your ink is very crucial and it does improve your results drastically. Although I usually try not to sponsor outside brands I must say that the Phibrows ink is by far my favorite for microblading.  Quality of blades, thin and thick. As you could imagine, thinner blades tend to create less damage to the skin which leads to a much crisper outcome. What more can I say? It’s as simple as that. Fewer paths mean better healing . Microblading strokes were not meant to look thick, intense or vivid so it’s not recommended that you aim to achieve this by doing too many paths because by doing so this will scar the skin. Clients who like dark, “stand out” brows should choose powder brows, add shading to microblading, or have strokes done by machine. Stay away from any temptation to try to achieve a heavy brow look with just microblading as you’ll cause too much damage to the skin and I don’t recommend it at all.  The Secret Path I’m going to share my secret here and that is to inject the ink one more time right after you’ve placed it. R ight after you finish one side of the brow you can inject ink one more time (very carefully) throughout the pattern before finally moving to the other brow. Let’s consider w hat happens when you move to the other side, your skin will naturally react and start to lock in the ink so it makes no sense to reopen it again and again and thus damage it. When doing this you should place the ink with caution over the exact same stroke being careful not to go over the boundaries. Otherwise healed strokes will come out thicker and blurrier. After the second (or at most the third) path of ink injection, you should stop and if the stroke is not dark enough you should explain to the client that you’ll be leaving it for their touch up. Your pattern for each skin type For good, tight-conditioned skin, I prefer to use a more complicated pattern: For oily, problematic skin, I prefer to use a simpler, parallel lines pattern: Pressure and depth It’s important for new students to pay careful attention to the depth of their work as it is common that they might tend to go too deep in the beginning. It should only be as deep as you would do if you were microblading without numbing cream; as shallow as possible! Remember, you can always add missing strokes on the touch-up but you can never color correct deeply scarred blue strokes.  You can practice on fruits and bananas, just slightly scratching the upper layers. Want to learn more? Check out my videos on Youtube . The post Improve your microblading: How to achieve crisp strokes. appeared first on BeautySlesh - Brow Academy . Want to read more? Check out my other articles here: https://beautyslesh.com/tutorials/