#BETTER BE IN HALL OF FAME OR SO HELP ME

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How do you not get flooded with pictures of the sky and all of its colours

Everyone should send you pictures of the sky

oooh I agree tbh and thank you!! those are such lovely pictures of the sky!!! it truly is beautiful

in fact, here’s one of my pictures of the sky because holy fucking shit this was a marvelous sunset

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Astrology Observations Part-1 🦋

💜Don’t mess around with people with Capricorn in the big 3. The karma when you f with them is a real thing. You reap what you sow 2x.

💜Pisces placements look like real-life mermaids. Halle Bailey who played Ariel in the latest edition of the little mermaid has Pisces in 10h, which means fame for playing a fish. 10h is the public image and Pisces is symbolised by a fish.

💜Aries moon gives me jock vibes. They like to brag and be the leader of the pack. Mostly extroverted. Can bring people out of their shells.

💜Lilith in the 12h is the worst placement for Lilith. It can lead to escapism such as alcohol/drug abuse. They have frequent nightmares such as rape/murder dreams. Start mediating, you will be able to tap into your subconscious mind and understand your triggers. I feel that, they are psychic.

💜Saturn in the 4th house indicates childhood trauma. Absent / Strict parent. The home was never a safe space for these natives. They tend to do better in life when they are away from home.

💜Moon in 1H is so gorgeous. I don’t understand why this placement is so underrated. They look youthful for their age. Supermodels.

💜Pluto in 11H is a powerhouse and can start a cult if they want. They can influence people. However, they go through changes in their friend groups. The line between enemies and friends is thin.

💜Sagittaruis in 11h can manifest things easily especially through scripting.

💜Jupiter with 2 degrees indicate supreme power. The sign of Jupiter can hint at what you excel.

💜Venus with 26 degrees indicate loyal and attractive partner. They might inherit wealth through their partners. Married into luxury.

💜Lilith-Ascendant aspects tend to be overly sexualised. Be wary of stalkers.

💜Saturn in 10H are workaholics. Their biggest fear is not being successful.

💜Cancer rising has bambi eyes. They are so breathtaking to look at.

💜Scorpio placements have a fascination with occult/death. They can’t help it. Anything taboo is intriguing to them. Who brings a ouija board to the sleepover? Scorpio.

💜Too many water placements in the natal chart indicates psychic abilities. In tantra, it is believed that eyes with a lot of yin or water signs can see ghost.

Disclaimer: Take what resonates with you. Personal observations are biased.

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I'm looking for TTRPGs that have... for lack of a better way of putting it, mechanics where like, your character is under a profound amount of stress, and if they don't manage it and additional stress that comes in, they'll break or snap and do something horrible and then have to deal with the consequences. So something that mechanically 'forces' your character to do something they'd normally never do due to external stressors.

THEME: Stress Clocks.

Oh this is my shit. Get ready for a Hall of Fame style of recommendations from me this week (as well as a bit of self-advertising)!

Also a note: this was (mostly) a chance for me to get very excited about a number of games that have specifically inspired me, and I am aware that it means that I’ve kind of neglected certain houses of design as a result. For this post especially, I encourage anyone who can think of a game that fits this request that isn’t listed here to give it a shout out in the reblog and the replies!

Mothership, by Tuesday Knight Games.

Mothership is a sci-fi horror roleplaying game where you and your crew try to survive in the most inhospitable environment in the universe: outer space! You'll excavate dangerous derelict spacecraft, explore strange unknown worlds, exterminate hostile alien life, and examine the horrors that encroach upon your every move.

Mothership inflicts Stress upon you with every failure, and hitting your Stress cap reduces your most relevant Stat or Save, thereby consistency reducing your chances of success with every roll. That’s not all though - your Stress cap also makes it harder and harder to stop your character from panicking, by representing the threshold you must beat every time you make a Panic Check. If you roll less than or equal to your current Stress rating, you must take on a new Panic condition.

You make Panic checks whenever you roll a critical failure, but also whenever you witness something traumatic. These conditions don’t necessarily force your character to do anything, but they represent the toll that being in a constantly hostile environment takes on your mind and body. You have to work harder and harder to prevent your character from attacking allies, giving in to the demands of whatever is haunting their psyche, or going straight-up catatonic.

You can also try to mitigate this stress and panic by resting and doing something that helps relieve the pressure - having sex, taking drugs, praying, etc. There’s even a Shore Leave mechanic for long-term games that allow your character to turn their stress into a character improvement.

In some respect, these conditions remind me of the Morality and Clarity tracks of Chronicles of Darkness and Changeling: the Lost, but with less of the errant language around mental health. The dice rolls also make the consequences much less predictable, so if you want to be surprised by what exactly causes your character to snap, I recommend Mothership.

Urban Shadows, by Magpie Games.

The streets bleed shadows as the supernatural politics of the city threaten to swallow you whole. Will you die a hero—a savior for those who have never had enough—or live long enough to become the villain? Will you fight the darkness…or give in for power?

The choice is yours. 

Urban Shadows is an urban fantasy tabletop roleplaying game in which mortals and monsters vie for control of a modern-day city, a political battleground layered just under the reality we think we know. Vampires, faeries, hunters, and wizards fight to carve out a piece of the streets and skyscrapers, ready to make deals with all those who have something to offer. 

The ‘consequences’ track for Urban Shadows is called Corruption. Each character playbook in this game has a couple of special moves called Corruption Moves, and when you start playing, you start with two Drama Moves the tie into this. The Drama Moves describe specific situations in which your character must mark Corruption. If you fill your Corruption track, you take a Corruption Move. Corruption moves give you special powers that are super-effective, but fill up your Corruption track faster. You can only fill your Corruption track so many times - fill it one too many and your character must be retired, because they’ve just become an antagonist.

I really like how this feels like a slow descent that speeds up the more you lean into it. Your character is consistently tempted to give into their darker sides in order to keep themselves afloat in this unforgiving city - but lean too far and they become exactly the kind of person they were hoping to stop.

Antiquarian Adventures, by acegiak.

Antiquarian Adventures is a pulpy tomb raiding and treasure hunting Blades In The Dark hack in the style of Tomb Raider, Indiana Jones, National Treasure, and The Mummy.

So Antiquarian Adventures is a pulp game. It’s not grim dark in any sense of the word, but I think it introduces a unique use of the Blades’ Stress mechanic in a special “ability” that happens when your character uses up all of their Composure (this is the “Stress” of this gam). Once you’ve used up all of your Composure, you cannot resist anything that comes your way and your dice pools are reduce to 0 until you do something (specific to your playbook) that usually invites a new consequence.

For example, The Veteran’s version of this is called “Not As Quick As I Used To Be,” which hamstrings the character until the player allows themself to be left behind or separated from their comrades. This kind of mechanic has directly inspired one of the projects that I’m working on, and I think that if you tweak the amount of Composure your character has, or makes the reaction harsher, you could absolutely make it work for a game that’s a bit grittier than Antiquarian Adventures.

Last Fleet, by Black Armada Games

The last of humanity are fleeing across space, pursued by the implacable inhuman adversary that destroyed their civilisation. They're outnumbered and outgunned. Supplies are running low. The actions of a brave few could be all that stands between humanity and extinction.

Welcome to the Last Fleet.

Last Fleet is a PBTA tabletop roleplaying game where you play brave pilots, officers, engineers, politicians and journalists struggling to hold the human race - and themselves - together under unbelievable pressure. The game focuses on action, intrigue and drama in this high-stakes situation. You'll fight space battles, search for enemy infiltrators, tackle supply shortages and navigate faction politics. You'll strive against your own self-doubt and sometimes crack under the stress.

Last Fleet has something called a Pressure Mechanic, which can be used as a player resource, but also activates when you take weather harm or get called out on your shit. Hit your cap? Clear your Pressure and take a Breaking Point action, which often puts you at odds with the other characters, making the situation worse. The whole situation is a designed to act as a pressure cooker, making the situation harder and harder to bear until you finally pop. I love it, and it’s also a direct influence on one of my games.

Apocalypse Keys, by Rae Nedjadi (@temporalhiccup)

Unmask your feelings, uncage your ruination… The Doomsday Clock is ticking down and emotions run high as you and your team of DIVISION agents struggle to find the Keys before the villainous Harbingers unlock the Doors of Power and bring about the apocalypse.

As an Omen class monster, you are the only thing capable of holding back the apocalypse. Combat occult threats and investigate supernatural phenomena alongside your team of supernatural agents working for the shadowy DIVISION. But in a world that shuns monsters like you, only your deepest, most heartfelt bonds can grant you the power to stop those who seek to unlock Doom’s Door.

Taking cues from Urban Shadows, Apocalypse Keys gives you a Ruin track to follow as your monsters try to stop the world from ending. The Ruin track gives you a Ruin advance every time you fill it, unlocking Ruin Moves, permanently marking character conditions, and eventually forcing your character to turn into a Harbinger if you let it. Your Ruin moves are powerful and dark, generating even more Ruin when you use them, and in some cases (like with the Hungry’s "Only Hunger Remains" move), your character can actually halt the current mystery as they get close enough to becoming a Harbinger that the entire party will have to work together to stop you from ripping the world apart.

Protect the Child, by Mint-Rabbit (that’s me!).

Humans have always been protective of their young, sometimes overly so. Humans have also always feared that which might make their young strange or different, and so insist that only humans can raise their own young. Monsters cannot raise human young. This is known.

You have a human baby. You cannot find its parents. What is even worse, is that this child has powers, powers that others covet, and so everyone wants it. If you want to prove that you’re not the heartless monster that everyone says you are, that means you’ll have to raise it, at least until you find someone who is better suited to it than you. 

You are creatures of fur, scales and fangs. You have claws that can rend flesh, faces that can crack mirrors, howls that can cause ears to bleed. 

And your charge wants a blankie.

Protect the Child is a Forged in the Dark game about monsters caring for a young human, a human who contains strange and mystical powers that make them a valuable asset in any monster crew. The setting and factions present in this game are flexible: you might be aliens in a far-flung future galaxy, fantasy monsters from rival kingdoms, or even everyday wild animals that fear human society. 

Alright, so this is my baby and I can tell you exactly how to push your character towards some really unhealthy coping mechanisms. In Protect the Child, your character is constantly battling the stress of being a parent. Stress, like in other Forged in the Dark games, is a player resource, but it’s also inflicted on you when you resist consequences, and when the kid has an emotional breakdown.

Should your stress clock fill up, you’ll have to take a reaction from the list attached to your playbook before you can take more Stress, and these reactions range from doing something for selfish gains to lashing out to your fellow monsters to being fully monstrous at exactly the worst time. Your tools to manage this stress are also limited - you have to be willing to confront your fellow monsters and be honest about your relationships with each-other if you want to stop your emotional kettle from whistling all of the time. If you want a game where building relationships is the only way to deal with the pressures of monster-parenting, then check out Protect the Child!

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DISTRACTION PART 2 (WWE CODY RHODES)

•Summary: He’s allowed you in his head, allowed you to play mind games, allowed you to make him vulnerable, causing his match against your cousin at WrestleMania 39. Months later and he finally earns another match, just for you to start the distraction all over again, dwelling on the pass

• Parings: Cody Rhodes X Samoan fem reader

Warnings - mentions of sex, praise kink, choking kink, moaning kink, fingering, grinding of some sorts (over the clothes), Dirty Talk, 18+ only (Minors DNI), (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Word count: 5k

The day before the WrestleMania kickoff show was declared a pre-kickoff for everyone in WWE as Paul Levesque and Stephanie McMahon hosted their first annual pre-kickoff dinner party to celebrate the road to WrestleMania. You sat in your hotel room, applying the pieces of jewelry that you placed out to put on.

Roman asked you to accompany him to this dinner party. Though you were surprised, he even asked you. After last week with your interaction with Cody, Roman made it clear how pissed he was with you.

Cody, that man has not left your mind. You haven't seen him since, other than watching him on TV when he appeared on Monday's show.

You would be crazy if some of you thought about seeing him, but you did. You had no idea why, however.

There wasn't any point in being near the man; he wasn't completing this WrestleMania with Roman anymore. You won't have to worry about being a distraction.

But you couldn't help but think about the past. You wished you could forget what happened between the two of you.

But the way he touched you, the way you moaned for him, the way he made you feel, how could you not forget that!?

You've had sex before, but never in the way you did with Cody. You held in for so long just to focus on your plan, give in, and throw yourself at him the minute he became vulnerable. You, too, were vulnerable.

And you couldn't help but bite your lip as you thought about that night. The way he talked to you, it made you realize how much of a praise kink you have, how much you get turned on by how dirty he can speak to you, all while fucking you.

"We're on a tight schedule. Are you almost ready?" Roman asked as he exited your hotel bathroom, adjusting his tie.

You cleared your throat, looking down as you hid the flustered from your face. "Yeah, I'm ready."

You took tiny breaths before sitting up, turning to Roman as he grabbed his keys before looking at you. "How do I look?" Roman asked, adjusting his top suit. You nodded in approval. "Like you just got inducted into the hall of fame."

Roman smirks, nodding at your comment. He then got serious. "Listen, a lot of our family will be there, some we haven't spoken to in a while, that we haven't been on good terms with."

You knew who Roman was talking about, Jey. The last time you saw Jey in person was when he and Cody were undisputed tag champs. You didn't even see him at the Royal Rumble. But you miss Jey. He was someone who allowed you to express your feelings whenever you were upset. And despite how malicious Jimmy acted towards him, they were twins; they missed each other.

"Just say Jey's name, Roman; you're talking about him."

Roman sighed. "Look, I can't stop you from talking to him; that's your brother, " he said. But promise me he's not going to get into your head."

You scoffed. "How would Jey get in my head?" You asked him. Roman was quiet for a moment.

Roman knew that Jey was the number one person who stood with you when you left Bloodline. Jey thinks you deserve better than doing what Roman tells you to do. The last thing he needs is someone convincing you to do such a thing. Because despite the plans he makes, you plot, despite him telling you what to do, you're his family. He's been betrayed by his family before. He doesn't want to happen, let alone from you.

"Just remember what I said," he said. It was now your turn to remain quiet as he turned to your side, pulling his arm out for you to wrap around. You took it in silence as you walked out of your room.

-

The dinner party was elegant. Silent music played in the background as chatters filled the room. The moment you and Roman walked into the room, you were greeted by many people—a hall of framers and workers who worked alongside Paul in the headquarters. Whenever Roman enters a room, heads turn, and people from every corner greet people. All you can do is say hi and smile as people approach him.

However, you notice his smile, which he had as people greeted him, disappear as he stared into the distance. You looked in the direction he was staring at, and all two of you saw two figures, one you hoped you wouldn't see, although you knew you would.

Jey. He stood from afar with a drink in his hand, laughing at whatever joke he had told himself. His eyes drifted into your and Roman's direction, matching the same faded-off smile as Roman's. Although he was looking at you and you only. All Jey wanted, although his big brother, was his little sister. You looked beautiful, he thought. All he wanted was to talk to you, ask how things were, and tell you he's still your brother.

Then they were Cody, who you sucked the air out of the minute his eyes laid on you. You looked absolutely stunning, he thought. Your dress fits perfectly on your body. It made him frustrated with how beautiful you look. A part of him wanted to come up to you and tell you how beautiful you looked. The other part wanted to take you to one of the bathrooms and undress you out of that incredibly sexy dress.

Roman eyes narrowed at the two men. He feared Jey's words, but he also feared Cody's actions. He had no clue what was going on between you and Cody; after seeing how close he was to you a couple of days ago, it absolutely made Roman boil. Yes, Roman's is your cousin. But the two of you were more siblings than cousins. And seeing a man that he truly despises be incredibly close to you was something he never wanted to happen again. And he knew a part of it was his fault.

Roman was the one who told you to distract Cody and do whatever it takes. Now he questions what exactly happened to you. It was like he accidentally set you up as bait.

You let out a shaky sigh as you looked at Roman. "I'm going to go grab me a drink, " you said as you walked off, not allowing Roman to speak.

You knew that tonight was going to be a long night. And you knew that avoiding Cody as much as possible would probably help. But it is impossible, especially when you are in the same room.

You finally grabbed a drink, sipped it, and breathed to calm down. You looked back to see Roman conversing with Dwayne and other people you did not know their names.

From a distance, Jey was debating whether he should approach you. He wasn't sure if you would want to talk to him. But he gained the strength anyway, looking over at Cody, who watched you. "Aye uce, let me go to my sis real quick."

Cody looked at him. A hint of surprise formed in his face, but he nodded anyway. He wasn't sure how your conversation with Jey would turn out.

Jey hesitated for a moment, then walked towards you. Your back was turned as you were unaware of Jey's presence getting closer. That wasn't until you heard his voice.

"Y/N."

You turned around, seeing your brother in front of you. You glanced over at Roman, who hadn't seen you two. You then looked back at him.

You wanted nothing more than to hug your Jey and tell him how much you missed him, but you kept your distance, giving him a small smile. "Hi."

Jey smiled back. "How have you been, little sis?" he asked. He was glad you were talking to him.

"I've been better, big bro." You replied as your smile grew. "I miss you."

Hearing you say that made Jey happy. He would be lying if a small part of him thought you hated him for leaving the bloodline. If only he knew that was far from the truth. Deep down, you admire him for doing that.

"I miss you too." He said. Your eyes showed a hint of happiness hearing that from him. Your eyes then drifted to the tie that lay on his chest, causing you to suck your teeth as you placed your drink down. "I see things haven't changed." You say fixing his tie correctly. Jey couldn't help but laugh. "I've been trying to fix it; you know I hate ties."

"Well, you could have worn a bow." You tell him. Jey shakes his head. "I look ridiculous in those."

"No, you do not, Jey," you said, remaining silent momentarily. "Okay, maybe a little."

"Wow!" Jey was taken aback as he looked down at you. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, which caused him to laugh back.

However, your eyes wander towards Roman, whose eyes are now on you two, causing you to stop laughing. Jey realizes this, looking over at Roman before looking at you. "He's controlling you, Y/N."

"Jey-"

"Y/N, he uses you. The only reason he still has you around is because you've helped keep that championship belt he got." Jey tells her. You shook your head. "That's not true." You tell him and yourself.

Jey frowns as you deny his words. You now knew what Roman meant by Jey getting in your head. Deep down, you question whether Jey was right.

However, you still deny it. "Look, I've been there for Roman through everything. He's family. And Families don't betray each other."

Jey scrunch his eyebrows together as you said that. "What's that supposed to mean?" You looked at him as you realized what you had said, seeing the effect that it had on him. "Jey- it's not like that,"

"Nah, I get it," Jey spoke, shaking his head. "I betrayed Roman. I turned my back on my own family; I decided to be selfish. It's not like Roman selfishly treated all of us like crap whenever our job isn't done."

"Jey-"

"He would have done the same if he knew about you and Cody,"

You immediately froze as you looked at your brother. Jey still had no clue what had happened between the two of you, but he knew something had happened; otherwise, Cody's reactions to what he had seen wouldn't have been how they had been.

"I don't know what you're talking about," You choked out as you looked away from Jey.

"Yes, I do," Jey said. "I don't know what it is, nor is it none of my business, but Roman is gonna find out what it is, and he's gonna be furious."

"There's nothing going on between Cody and me, okay?" You snapped at your brother out of frustration. "For once, can't you understand that Roman isn't doing any using and isn't controlling me!?"

Jey noticed your body language and tone of voice; it was your reaction to him mentioning Cody. And as much as you really wanted to talk to your brother right now, you tried to get away and calm down.

"Aye, sis? " a voice said, bringing your and Jey's attention to Jimmy, the eldest sibling.

Yours and Jimmy's relationship was different from yours and Jey's. You and Jimmy were close despite what happened with your other brothers. But you couldn't talk to him about how you were feeling occasionally. You couldn't even do that with Jey because of how distant you had gotten.

You didn't want to mean it, but you couldn't help but think that Jimmy had his head up Roman's ass so far that everything you did felt, and you did want to tell Jimmy, but you couldn't because of Roman.

"Everything's good?" Jimmy asked you as his eyes heavily narrowed at Jey. Jey and Jimmy made eye contact as Jimmy got closer to the two of you. More Jey than you.

You took a step back. "I'm fine," you said, feeling overwhelmed by what was happening. I'm going to go use the bathroom."

You didn't even give Jey a chance to react before you were off into the bathroom. He looked over in your direction, watching you walk as he sighed. All he wanted was a civil conversation with his sister.

And that couldn't happen.

-

The index finger of Cody's hand gently slipped across the rim of his glass cup as he stared down at his drink. He sat down by the bar by himself, examining his surroundings and the party that was currently going on.

A few people have approached him, making small talk, but most of the time, he was thinking.

He was thinking about a lot of things. His head was clouded. From his decision about WrestleMania to seeing you walking in, Cody knew that his time was limited from exploding.

He noticed the glances from Roman the moment he walked in. Though, Roman kept his distance. Cody wasn't stupid; he knew Roman was more cautious towards him after seeing how incredibly close he was with you. And as much as he needed to stay away from you, a part of him didn't mind pissing Roman off.

But it's you. It wasn't any random woman. He needed to stay far away from you for his sanity. You were all he could think about. It was affecting him badly.

Cody glances at you and Jey as you are in his head again. Fuck, you looked breathtaking in that dress. He knew you knew you looked good, but my god, Cody felt himself wanting to undress you with his own eyes.

He couldn't help but notice your expression—you looked overwhelmed. Your brothers were now standing in front of each other.

Cody knew everything that went down between Jimmy and Jey. The whole world knew what happened between the two. But Cody was the one who took Jey when Jey needed someone the most. And he knew you and Jey's relationship was a bit rocky, which allowed Cody to know precisely what you were feeling.

His eyes followed you as you walked into the bathroom, leaving the two brothers to themselves. His eyes stared at that door. He had a crazy debate about going into it, though it was a girl's bathroom, and he knew how stupid that would be for himself.

"Hey, Cody." Cody turned his head as he saw a figure standing in front of him, causing him to be taken aback a bit.

Dwayne was the last person Cody expected to approach him. His smile indicated that he meant no harm, allowing Cody to smile back.

"Hey, Dwayne," Cody said as Dwayne sat beside him. Dwayne grabbed the bartender's attention as he ordered a drink. Once receiving it, he looked back at Cody. "How you doing."

"Well," Cody said, forcing a small smile. "Just taking one step at a time." He said.

"Well, that's something," Dwayne said, chuckling a bit as he took a sip. Cody let one out, too, and he drank from his cup.

The conversation had already been 20 seconds, and it was already awkward. It wasn't like Cody hated Dwayne. Despite being related to someone he despised, Dwayne was one of his few role models.

But family is family. Deep down, Cody knew that Dwayne would rather defend his cousin than someone who looked up to him. That's how their whole family works.

"Listen, I just want to talk to you about WrestleMania," Dwayne started the conversation. Cody held his hand up. There's nothing really to talk about; I made my decision."

Dwayne nodded. However, the two of them knew that this was not true. Cody didn't want to talk about it, especially to the man who was facing Roman instead of him. "I just want to know if we're good," Dwayne said. "You hear the fans all over social media saying they want you, and I don't want anyone coming in the way and confusing your decision."

Cody took in what Dwayne said. Yes, in less than 24 hours, Cody has been trending all over social media. #wewantcody even took him by surprise. His entire career, he's been in the mid-card. He's never gotten this much notice.

But Dwayne's mention made Cody think a certain way. If Dwayne had only said so, his decision would have stayed the same.

"I made the decision; I can't go back on my word, can I?" Cody said, looking at Dwayne. Dwayne stared at Cody back before nodding, forming a smile on his face. "It wouldn't make sense if you did," Dwayne said. He then got up from his seat. "I'm glad you and I are on the same page."

Cody nodded, taking a sip from his drink. "Yeah, me too."

Dwayne patted Cody on the shoulder as it looked like he was going to walk off and finally end this dreadful conversation. But suddenly, Dwayne stopped and turned back to him. "Oh, there's something else,"

Dwayne took a step closer to Cody as he leaned in to whisper in his ears. "I need you to stay away from Y/N. Or there will be consequences."

Something in Cody infuriated him as he looked at Dwayne. Dwayne patted his back once again before walking off.

Dwayne walking up to Cody and him mentioning WrestleMania didn't get under his skin. But you?

Cody rubbed his temple as you were now back in your head. Roman was the person who sent you to him. And now he's being told to stay away from you.

He couldn't help but laugh. He knew a thousand times that he should stay away from you. But now, just to piss Roman and Dwayne off, and because he knew eventually that he was going to fail at staying away, it made him not want to at the moment.

Cody's eyes scanned the party, then drifted back towards the bathroom door. You haven't left the bathroom since talking to Jey. And Cody fought with his intrusive thoughts, telling him to stay where he was, but wanting to go into that bathroom so badly.

Suddenly, he stood up from his seat, adjusting his suit as his eyes wandered, ensuring no one was looking in his direction. He cautiously made his way toward the bathroom door, making sure no one was watching. Once making it to the door, his eyes looked around one more time before stepping in.

-

You walked into an empty bathroom stall, straight towards the mirror, and started steadying your breathing. Your conversation with Jey went the way you didn't want it to.

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you replayed your conversation with Jey. From Roman to Cody, all you wanted was a peaceful talk with your brother without the outside drama getting in between, but that couldn't happen.

You stayed in the bathroom for a good minute, standing as you continued to take breaths, not trying to get everything under your skin.

All you wanted to do was leave the party, go back to your hotel, and sleep away the problems in your life. However, you couldn't do that, and reality kicked in when you jumped from getting scared of the door opening.

Unfortunately, your face immediately dropped as you looked at the person who had walked in. Cody.

He stared at you, watching your expression. Followed by a click, indicating that he had locked the bathroom door, you involuntarily gulped, followed by silence. His stares imitated you for some reason. You two were known for having intense eye contact, especially when you were around him to distract him. But for some reason, he made you feel small. You can feel him undressing you with his eyes. If only you knew that was exactly what he wanted to do to you that night.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice soft, almost whispered. Cody watched how you reacted to him. This wasn't the first time he'd seen you like this. But it felt different because there wasn't any distraction, no mind games, and just you two.

Cody walked up to you. You're back leaning against the bathroom table as you look up at him. You were trying to read his facial expression, but it was more of curiosity that you could see. "Are you okay?" He asked, not answering your original question.

However, you nodded, watching Cody, then looked down at your lip. You were unaware that you were biting your lip. He had his hands in his pocket right now, but at the moment, he felt himself clenching his hands hard, desperately stopping himself from bending you over and fucking you so severely.

"You shouldn't be in here, Cody," you tell him. Once again, Cody ignored what you said and asked a question about your statement. "You ever thought about that night, Y/N?"

Your heart dropped hearing what he had said. The night the two of you had sex for the first and only time. You thought about that night a little from time to time. The thought of you touching yourself to Cody crossed your mind, causing you to turn away and have your back facing him.

Cody caught a glimpse of your facial expression before you turned. At that moment, you were probably thinking about that night, something dirty. Cody's head was screaming at him to run to that bathroom stall, forget what came out of his mouth, and never speak about it again.

However, it suddenly got hot in the bathroom as you felt him very close to you, breathing down your neck. His hands secretly hesitated before pulling themselves out of his pocket and onto your waist.

"I thought about that night too many times; it's starting to torture me," Cody whispered in your ear. Your hand grabbed onto the table, clenching on it so hard. It took everything in your power not to lean your head back.

"The thought of touching you, making you moan, you'll be such a good girl."

Cody knew that you had a praise kink; it was something that he found incredibly attractive about. He had a kink to females who had a praise kink.

And because of that, he noticed your head shifted a bit, your eyes fluttered closed, and your lips parted open. Fuck those lips. God blessed you with beautiful lips. If it wasn't your skin or your moans that turned Cody on, it was your lips.

"We can't speak about this, Cody," you spoke. Cody felt himself sighing as he laid his head on your shoulders. Not because you were right, but because he was getting hard knowing they shouldn't be doing this.

And you felt it. It poked, causing you to think nothing but yourself throbbing for him. "Fuck," you let out as you couldn't help yourself from grinding against his clothed hard-on.

Why, all of a sudden, the two of you were folding so quickly? You wondered why Cody made you so needy so quickly.

But it didn't matter because he was the same way as he gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. He watched you through the mirror that you had forgotten was the. Those pretty faces you were making as you bit your lip, stopping yourself from moaning. God, you looked so beautiful.

Cody couldn't help but grunt, seeing how you were reacting to grinding on him. His pants were highly uncomfortable, and he wanted more to fuck you in this bathroom. But he knew he couldn't. And he wasn't, not tonight in this bathroom, at least.

He turned around, however. Your eyes shot open as you stepped so close to the man, his chest almost touching. You now notice him staring down your lips. "Let me taste them, just this once?" he spoke. You remained quiet as his large hands were placed on your chest. They slowly crept up to your neck as he wrapped them around you.

You let out a small moan, causing his grip to be tighter. "Do not moan. Otherwise, I'm going to cum on myself."

Fuck. Why did he say that? It immediately made you do the opposite as another moan slipped out unintentionally. You didn't care that the man had just walked into the women's bathroom; you wanted him badly.

And hearing you moan once again caused Cody's hard-on to joint, tightening his grip. But his grip around your neck wasn't helping him either. You were getting turned by it. Fuck, praise kink, and now a choking kink, has had he remained himself from fucking you.

Cody leans in and lightly places his lips onto yours. He just wanted to touch your lips, that's all. And you didn't stop him; once you felt his kissing, you immediately kissed him back.

The hand that was around your neck was now wrapped around the back of your neck, as his other hand was on your chest. The kiss was slow, and both of you took in how you two felt.

It wasn't until you and your actions nearly made Cody explode as he groaned in between your kisses that caused the two of you to fight with each other using your tongues.

Your hand tugged on his hair as your other hand pulled him close, and you leaned against the bathroom sink again. His hands now went straight down to your ass, squeezing it as your mouth opened while kissing him. Cody rolled his tongue, swallowing your moan.

Your mind couldn't process the fact Cody put his tongue down your mouth. It wasn't processing because of how good the kiss was. You couldn't help but push him away; however, the two of you couldn't even stare at each other, and you were both out of breath.

But Cody wasn't finished. You felt his hands slightly lifting your dress a bit before he reached the side of your underwear.

You watched him, lips slightly swollen, as his eyes darted down at your dress, pulling your underwear down till you kicked it off your ankles.

It was now in Cody's hand as he stared down at it—a black lace thong. Despite walking into the bathroom, he felt you were doing this on purpose. Oh, to see your legs spread open, having nothing but a lace thong covering your pretty clit of yours. He would have tasted you over the thong. The last time he ate you out, he had to reframe himself from making you cum so quickly. He's given head before to other females. You, the taste of your wet clit was too fucking good.

His breathing was what you notice. His chest was rising heavily as you held your thong in his hand. You bite your lip as you take it from him and shove it in his pocket to give him a souvenir. Then, with risk, a substantial fucking risk, you took his hand and placed it in between your thighs.

He didn't pull his hand back. Instead, he moved his hand upwards, allowing your legs to spread again. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hand immediately held onto Cody's hand. You could feel his fingers playing with your folds, feeling how wet you were.

Oh, my fucking gosh, Cody felt absolutely ruined. The pretty sounds coming out your mouth, the fact you were so wet for him you could hear it. He knew that after tonight, there were going to be consequences for his actions. But right now, he rather sees you cum on his fingers.

"You're so fucking dirty," Cody whispered in your ear. "You like that I'm playing with your pretty pussy in this bathroom where there are so many people out there."

Cody bit down on your ear lobe as you let out a whimper. You then looked up at him as he moaned and grew louder, trying your hardest not to have someone hear. But both you and Cody were making that difficult.

"I love it when you play with my pussy, Cody." You moaned out. "Fuck, I missed this, I missed the way you made me feel."

Cody was going feral right now. His fingers were now inside you as he felt you grinding down on them. What has he gotten himself into?

Your mouth was filthy, and you didn't care. Significantly when Cody sped his pace with his fingers, thrusting them in you faster. You threw your head back as he immediately started kissing your neck.

You can feel Cody grinding on your thigh, trying to find some release. You wanted to return the favor as your hand found his erection, cupping it.

However, you frowned as Cody pulled your hand back as he looked at you. "Not today, baby. Right now, it's about you."

You didn't argue. You couldn't argue as Cody added another finger, finger fucking your clit. You felt your orgasm coming.

All you wanted to do was moan loudly as you felt yourself about cum. But you couldn't. Despite being a party, you knew someone would hear you two.

Cody moaned, however, as you brought your lips to his ears and moaned in them. He felt your legs clenching, your clit clenching around his finger. "Ohhh, I'm close, fuck!"

Cody's finger didn't stop thrusting into you as you reached your climax, cumming on his finger. He watched as your face washed over with bliss, your knuckles turning white as you held on to the table and his shoulders. It was such a beautiful sight to see.

You felt him move his fingers out your clit and watch him look down his finger before raising it to his mouth and getting a taste of your wetness. Cody couldn't help but moan. You taste so sweet, so fucking good. It was impossible that you tasted that so fucking good

Your mouth slightly parted as you let out a small gasp, watching him do something unholy. It turned you on all over again, watching him taste you on his finger.

The two of you tried your hardest to avoid each other. After tonight, you knew it was going to be impossible now.

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[cloudshuffle]

first meetings. yan!boothill

nobility au

"Howdy!"

The man who doffs his hat at you is tall, even taller still than the professor and some of the guards you've seen around the palace, but lanky. With his dusty boots and hat, your impression of him is somewhat of a wild dog.

You don't know who he is.

You drop into a curtsy. A senator? Another noble who you were introduced to and forgot? You glance at your handmaiden for help, but she just shakes her head very slightly in response.

"Oh, what a polite lil' lady you are." He pauses to sweep his hat off his head and bow low in return. "Say, do you know where I can find the prince round these parts? Or his butler. You know, the weird blue one..."

"Aventurine? I mean, Prince Aventurine?" You have to correct yourself so quickly that you don't have time to laugh at 'weird blue one'. "He's..."

You give him a more careful once over. Surely he can't be a noble, or Jenna would have told you. The stranger has curious red eyes, shark's teeth, and a carefree air that you'd never catch anyone worth their salt in the palace dead with. But if not someone important, why else would he be looking for Aventurine with such confidence?

He seems to also be giving you a similar appraisal, because a different sort of smile graces his lips.

"'s alright if you can't say, missus." He leans in cheekily. "It's not always princes protecting their princesses, eh?"

"Perhaps an introduction might be in order," you reply firmly, refusing to lean away. So he's those types. "I might be able to help you better then."

He barks out a startling laugh and backs off. "And sharp! Always a good quality for a princess to have. My apologies, my lady. I'm Boothill. Jus' a lowly bounty hunter trying to locate my employer. See here, I've got a letter from the prince himself."

He bows again, and you follow, albeit reluctantly, and introduce yourself in turn, though you get the feeling he's already figured out who you are.

The letter does indeed have Aventurine's seal on it; down to the weight of the paper and the ink he uses (To whom it may concern, he's scrawled on the front), but Boothill pinches it away before you can inspect it any further. "Legit, ain't it?"

What kind of a name is Boothill? you think privately to yourself. "It is... legitimate, yes."

Boothill blinks innocently at you like he hadn't just tracked mud into the halls, and you relent. "I don't know where the prince is, but I'm sure we could find someone to help you."

"'bout high time." He grins, taking the bite out of his words.

You turn and start walking, and Boothill keeps up with you easily with long, languid strides. "Say, while we're at it, what say we nab something to eat? Been wandering around this ol' place all morning with no breakfast or nothin'."

"You could have stopped any one of the maids or the guards," you tell him levelly. "I'm sure someone could have helped you."

When Boothill doesn't reply, you look up at him. He has a wild grin on his face.

"Funny how I was galivanting round the place and the guards didn't notice me, huh? Ain'tcha curious 'bout me?"

You were, in fact. "I'm afraid I'm not in the habit of asking questions I don't want the answers to," you tell him instead.

Boothill shrugs, but something tells you your answer had pleased him. "Smart girl."

"My lady!"

The voice from behind sounds slightly out of breath and very familiar. Both of you turn to see Sunday, taking big, huffy strides down the hallway toward you.

"Mister Sunday!" You give him a cheerful wave. "We were just looking for you, actually. Boothill was looking for the prince."

"Howdy." Boothill doffs his hat again. "So you're the famed butler round these parts, eh? Lucky I found a lovely lil' lady to help me out."

Sunday gives him a strained smile, before turning to you. "Thank you for assisting our guest, my lady, but I shall handle him from here. Don't you have lessons to attend?"

[muzaktomyears]

Paul McCartney has revealed the inspiration behind the lyric “I said something wrong” in the Beatles hit Yesterday.

McCartney said the line may have been subconsciously inspired by a moment when he mocked his mother for sounding “posh”.

Many assume the lyric, “I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday”, is about the break-up of a relationship.

McCartney, however, explained on his A Life in Lyrics podcast that the lyric may actually relate to a conversation in which he embarrassed his mother.

He said: “Sometimes it’s only in retrospect you can appreciate it. I remember very clearly one day feeling very embarrassed because I embarrassed my mum.

“We were out in the backyard and she talked posh. She was of Irish origin and she was a nurse, so she was above street level.

“So she had something sort of going for her, and she would talk what we thought was a little bit posh. And it was a little bit Welshy as well – she had connections, her auntie Dilys was Welsh.

“I know that she said something like ‘Paul, will you ask him if he’s going … ’

“I went ‘Arsk! Arsk! It’s ask mum.’ And she got a little bit embarrassed. I remember later thinking ‘God, I wish I’d never said that’. And it stuck with me. After she died I thought ‘Oh fuck, I really wish … ’”

McCartney wrote the song when he was 24, almost a decade after his mother, Mary, died of cancer.

Yesterday was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1997 and voted the number one pop song of all time by Rolling Stone magazine and MTV in 2000.

The song is also one of the most covered songs in the history of recorded music with 2,200 versions.

McCartney has previously said the death of his mother helped him express his sense of loss.

He said: “It may be that there is so much tumbled into your youth and your formative years that you can’t appreciate it all.

“I’ve got a couple of those little things that I know that people would forgive me, because they’re not big things – they’re little things – but they’re little things that I just think, ‘If I could just take a rubber, just rub that moment out it would be better’.

“And when she died, I wonder, ‘I said something wrong’, are we harking back to that crazy little thing.

“So I don’t know. Does this happen? Do you find yourself unconsciously putting songs into girl lyrics [about a lost lover] that are really your dead mother? I suspect it might be true. It sort of fits, if you look at the lyrics.”

McCartney’s podcast explores the inspiration behind the singer’s songwriting with the poet Paul Muldoon over two seasons and 24 episodes.

(source)

[theyoungeragrippina]

🫶🏻 15 gentlebeard/blackbonnet fic recs

(17 if you squint)

hey legends, in this bittersweet period where a lot of a us are feeling gutted but simultaneously, rebelliously hopeful, i've emerged from my reading den to showcase to you all some of the brilliant talent we have in this fandom! these fics are some of the best of the best, and i hope you love them just as much as i do! <3

they are all complete, do not feature any ongoing steddyhands/edizzy/stizzy, and are above 20k words.

peruse part 1, part 2, and part 3 at your leisure if you want to compare our tastes/devour more fine literature, or check out my masterlist as an ao3 collection.

adrift between the dreaming seas by @dandy-pirate-time

49k, mature, locked

stede lives a cursed life on a moving island, until the monotony of his days is suddenly interrupted by the fearsome kraken.

this was such a fascinating & incredible idea! i love how it manipulates aspects of the original story and transforms them into parts of the cursed island <3 sweet & unique & magical. i want to hug poor stede.

Five Birthdays and a Funeral by @bizarrelittlemew

58k, explicit

"When Ed and Stede's friend groups merge, they meet at a birthday party, and Stede's life is turned upside-down. As they collide again and again, he not only has to figure out what Ed means to him, but what he means to himself."

stede gets to be oblivious and a bit of a silly goose as a treat. also: treasure hunts, lucius is the best, ed has a cat whom i would die for, such a sweet & heartfelt fic. you will be so unbelievably fond of this version of every character.

The Ghost of Frigate Point Lighthouse by @piratecaptainscaptainpirates

53k, explicit

"When history professor Stede Bonnet goes to investigate rumors of a ghost haunting the local lighthouse, he's thrust into a mystery centered around the ghost of one of the most famous pirates of all time."

was SO eager to read this and it did not disappoint!! it has everything - fun, magic, mystery, tired TA lucius, and a lil bit of seduction. good enough that i am worried the author may actually just be a sea witch recollecting events he personally witnessed.

Haunted by @thepirateroo

60k, explicit

"The Kraken is a famous spiritualist, working the music halls of 1920s London to help families communicate with their dead. But Stede Bonnet knows that underneath the fame and illustrious title, Edward Teach works as a ghost hunter, debunking the spirits he makes his living off."

this is, genuinely, in the top 5 fanfics i have read for any fandom EVER. i wouldn't bat an eyelid if i read this exact work as a published novel in a bookstore. the mystery is so good and had me guessing and re-theorising constantly, the characterisation is brilliant, and the emotions are perfect. i cried, i laughed, i felt sick with worry for the characters, and i couldn't stop reading until i was done.

haunt me, then by @hyruling

28k, explicit

"He releases the ropes slowly, barely registering the burn as they slip through his fingers. Then, fallible as Orpheus, turns to meet his ghost."

post s1 fixit fics ily. everyone needs some therapy. really VERY well written and a joy to read.

Homeward Bound by mari_who

51k, explicit

"In the long-ago year 2000, bouncy blonde boy-band member Stede Bonnet is 17-year-old Edward Teach's gay awakening. Decades later, Ed hears a voice he could never forget."

i said 'ohhh no poor ed/stede' so many times while reading this. a lovely exploration of emotion and human connection, and finding yourself when everyone else has always defined who you are on your behalf.

I just need some air by @cuddlytogas

26k, teen

"Stede Bonnet's been having panic attacks for almost as long as he can remember, suffocated by pressure and expectation... When [he] finally takes his life back — divorces Mary, moves to Melbourne, starts his own event management business — things get better, but he's still no good at parties. He still needs some air, even at the very events he's brought to fruition. Meanwhile, Edward Teach, renowned chef and owner of Blackbeard's Catering, is wondering why the newest bigwig in events still hasn't hired him."

zoomed through this faster than lightning mcqueen. such a lovely writing of stede, ed and the whole crew - it feels like there's depth in every character, even background ocs.

also fantastic australia rep (i was jumpscared by mention of the cotton on group) AND i've been to the bar the final scene takes place at!!!! most exciting reading experience of my life.

i'll be your treasure by @monksofthescrew

48k, mature

"Wasn't the Dread Pirate Blackbeard rumored to have a hoard hidden somewhere near Essex? It's a metal detecting AU. They're detectorists. They fall in love."

i LOVE this fic so much it is just,,,, so sweet. stede does self-discovery and is seduced. ed is a bit of a goose and i'm obsessed with him. doug and mary are lovely. alma is so cool and i love her.

+ the sequel! drift o'er the rolling hills, swim through the briny sea (made me cry. btw. doug keeps being the best.)

The Kraken's Sacrifice by @trinityofone

22k, explicit

"Every year, a person is chosen—supposedly at random—to be sacrificed to the Kraken, to quell the sea's worst storms and to stop the taking of ships... Stede discovers that there is much more to the creature than he was led to believe—and that they have a deeper connection than he could have ever dreamed."

i LOVED this okay. it was funny and sweet and gave an interesting spin to the ed-is-the-kraken genre. get both of these boys some self-esteem asap. also comes with art by @avatoh!!!!!

lovers in a dangerous time by @veeagainsttheday

52k, explicit

pacific rim au - "Edward Teach becomes a jaeger pilot, first with Izzy Hands and later with Stede Bonnet. It’s not easy trying to save the world and falling in love with your drift partner…"

made me feel every emotion under the sun, including foaming at the mouth jealous that i don't have a drift partner. absolutely, masterfully written. i've popped this link first since its the fic that focuses on stede & ed, but it was written as a prequel for:

+ catagory five: a shatterdome romance by @owlinaminor (27k, mature), which focuses predominantly on jim & oluwande, and which i also massively recommend reading (first). it's told through lucius' words and made up of journalistic notes and transcriptions, and its really terribly clever. i knew nothing about pacific rim before this, and now i'm really very invested. if i wrote something this fantastic (& creative & wildly unique) i would never shut up about it.

More of the Gravy Basket than of the Grave by @veeagainsttheday

36k, explicit

"Ed and Stede’s ‘unorthodox friendship’ ended four months ago when Stede left Ed without a word after Ed asked him to run away to a parallel universe with him. They’re thrown back together when they’re summoned to perform a supernatural exorcism at the Hillside Hotel during a blizzard."

this has got to be one of the coolest and most creative fics i have ever had the pleasure of reading. genuinely kept me guessing and so so intrigued, PLUS the most sweet stede & ed dynamic!!!

Nothing Missing in My Life by @semisweetshadow

63k, explicit, locked

"Hollywood action star Ed Teach is bored with his celebrity life. Everything changes when he meets Stede, a sweet extra working on the set of his latest film shoot. Stede doesn't know who Ed really is and treats him like a real person and Ed can't help wanting to keep him."

ed plays an action hero called jeff the accountant, and if that's not immediately the greatest synopsis ever idk how else to win you over. hilarious, clever, & so heartfelt. i gasped and said 'oh no' with a hand over my heart nearly as many times as i laughed out loud.

not pickles by smallestchurch

84k, explicit

"Ed's minding his business when the new neighbor's kid comes around holding a human puppet. It's creepy as hell, but as soon as the kid's father rounds the corner, Ed doesn't mind."

i actually feel a bit ill when i think about this fic because i love it so overwhelmingly. there's family, and healing, and good food and friends, and ed teach and louis bonnet become the dynamic duo they always had the potential to be.

Our Fangs Mean Death by @flawedamythyst

87k, teen, locked

"Master Vampire Blackbeard's afterlife is enlivened by the arrival of a new coven in town, lead by the self-styled Gentleman Vampire. Now here's a Master who doesn't mind shaking things up by wearing clothes 300 years out of date, buying a massive gothic mansion for a lair, and leading the most eclectic coven Blackbeard has ever seen."

ridiculously fun. this is the vampire novel/fic i didn't know i needed and i loved every silly second. stede really gets to fulfil his dad-ness. i'm furious i can't join the gentleman vampires coven irl, will just need to embrace the gothic vampire aesthetic in my own life.

Wayfaring by @justkeeptrekkin

35k, explicit

"The downside to being stuck on a desert island is that Stede's not awfully good at adapting. The upside is that he and Ed can finally have some peace and quiet– that is, if Ed ever wakes up from the gunshot wound in his stomach."

the sweetest desert island fic, feat. the cutest piglet in the world, a little bit of pining, a helpful skeleton named dusty, and some of the best & most accurately written stede and ed content ever (imo).

[pauking5]

Runaway 🏎️ Chapter 1

Pairing: Naozumi Hiyama x fem reader oc

Synopsis: There's no place for women in the world of racing. Let alone rally. Until you show up - the daughter of a racing legend who lost everything out of nowhere - ready to stir the pot of competition and throw fuel to Naozumi's fire, burning wild in more than just one way. Just how far will you go to take your rightful place in the world of rally, restore the team to its glory and change things for the better?

Genre: racing AU, enemies to lovers, rivalry, suspense, a whole lot of teasing, gender power games, dating in secret

Word count: 4.5k+

A/N: Here it finally is. I can't believe I got to write about one of my passions in this way. Though I love rally, getting the technicalities right was rough but I researched as much as I could on it so it feels like the real thing, though there might be some minor inaccuracies, not really affecting the story.

This one has been in the works for a good period of time and though this first chapter is short and fast-paced, there's so much more coming. Trust the process cause god knows I do. I hope I can make Naozumi justice and I can't wait for you to read the next ones. Enjoy lovelies.

Now Playing: Edge of Seventeen - Wuki

Next Chapter 3 Chapter 4

It's not about how fast you go.

It's about how long you go fast.

Fast like-

A knock reverberated against your helmet, interrupting the pre-race mantra before you even finished reciting it, bringing you back to the chaos prior to the race start.

Chaos you wanted to avoid at all costs.

Blinking your eyes open, you took in the smell of burnt rubber and the atmosphere, fully packed with the deafening roars of the crowds in the stands soaring over the music heard all the way to your station. Another voice joined in the noise, demanding your attention.

"Raiko, are you ready?"

Letting out an exasperated breath, you waved off whoever spoke to you and closed your eyes again.

"Give me a minute, will you?"

Okay, where was I?

It's not about how fast you go-

A drilling noise came from your right, annoying the living daylights out of you.

Ah, fuck it. Since we keep getting interrupted...

How about I tell you a little bit about me.

Name's Raiko Suruki.

Yes, that Suruki. Here we go again.

I'm the daughter of the famed Hiro Suruki, five times Japan World Rally Championship winner, consecutively if I may add.

Proud podium sitter for thousands of times.

Also kind of a living legend of the primetime of the rally world.

The same Hiro Suruki that started one of the best teams in the history of Japanese rally, snatching six more titles under his directory. WRC'S Golden Boy.

After his personal fifth title, he decided he wanted something more. Something that would fulfill him, beside his love for driving at the most insane speeds known to man and having his first and only child - that's me, in case you didn't know.

Anyway, without any second thoughts or doubts, he retired from the sport out of nowhere, changing the fireproofs for the laid-back team principal shirt and a cheap very 'dad' baseball cap. At barely 35 years of age, he took the biggest leap of faith of his life and Suruki Racing was born out of fuel and passion for rally.

He poured everything he had into the team and built it from scratch, taking it so high in his prime that everyone wanted a piece of it. Be it driving in a seat for the team, changing parts as a mechanic or simply having shares in it.

It was basically the shit. The pinnacle of rally in the whole of Japan.

The team became a national sensation. So many influential people, from mere businessmen to politicians, even foreigners were so interested in it and helping it expand. It genuinely felt like the only way for him was up, flying like a rocket towards the legends' hall of fame.

It went like that for a while. He was beaming with happiness, unable to understand where all that luck came from. But like everything good, it didn't last. Once he started to question it all, it was like a switch flipped inwards and it all fell to ruins.

Everything started going wrong.

All of a sudden, the cars started missing parts the night before races. They had engine failures mid-race in almost every stage, followed by DNF's on every scoreboard.

And those aren't even the most shocking things that happened. You name the disaster and it definitely happened to Suruki Racing at one point. Disastrous, life-changing, career-ending type of things.

The mess piled up more and more and it showed despite dad's efforts to stay afloat.

Contract deals with sponsors started falling through, losing funding for a lot of parts and investments in equipment. Then the drivers got fed up with the constant failed races and blamed the car or the team if they felt like it. They terminated their contracts way before their terms were up under the pretense that they wanted different things... which were not related to Suruki Racing. The mechanics chose to stay, well, a few of them anyways, but it wasn't enough.

The team ripped at the seams and slowly but surely ran into the ground and dad couldn't find at least one reason why it happened.

It was like a curse you couldn't get rid of and I saw it happen first-hand.

The late nights he would spend in the garage trying new parts that kept failing with every test on the car. The way he would go as low as begging the drivers to come back offering them money he didn't have because no driver, rookie or experienced, didn't even bat an eye once the name of the team was mentioned.

Lost, penniless and with a heavy heart, he had to watch the one thing he loved the most on earth rust little by little, no matter what he would do to prevent it.

Mom called it karma for his reckless racing days because as talented as he was, the road forgives no one. That you can be God's favourite and still lose everything. And he didn't want to understand that. He never did.

I was too young to help back then. Too young to understand what Suruki Racing meant to him. Too young to do the only thing I could to save it.

Until now.

So, let's try that again, shall we?

Name's Rai Suruki, driver for Suruki Racing 2.0.

Another knock to your helmet, echoing in your head louder than the first, brought you back to the real world for good this time. Mechanics rushed around you to finish the set up on the car before you were called up to take your spot in front of the race marshal, which from a quick glance at the scoreboard would be soon.

Looking to your left, you were met with a set of dull brown eyes, messy jet black hair, a funky moustache and an extremely creased forehead for his middle age, all belonging to your co-driver, Don Tanaka. He's another legend of the sport.

Former training coach for some of the current biggest teams in the WRC, with a CV of experiences surpassing most people that have been in rally for longer. On top of all that, he is an even bigger friend of your father's. When he called him up asking for an old favour to train you, he couldn't say no.

But if it was up to commenting, you'd say he was one of the biggest fools for giving up a lavish salary with so many perks for one favour, especially for your old fart of a father.

Driving with him was great, but training with him was hell on Earth.

"I was doing my mantra," you reasoned, trying to get him off your case.

"Your mantra sucks."

He is an absolute joy to be around, isn't he?

"Well," you turned to him in your seat with a tight-lipped smile, "you're the one choosing to be co-driver to a young adult at your ripe age of 40. If I was you I would've picked something more calming, like gardening."

Bringing his hand to his chin in thinking, he sat in silence for a moment before he spoke.

"That doesn't sound so bad right now," he went on trying to push your buttons.

"Oh, shush," you waved him off, turning back to the wheel.

If there was one thing he liked doing, it was keeping you in check by poking fun at you. He was like that one uncle you could always go to with your secrets or to ask for extra pocket money, but in return he liked to tease the fuck out of you for it. Every. Single. Time.

As much as you hated his antics, you did kind of owe him a lot. He was the one who caught your talent for racing early on, back when you would drive plastic mini cars made from scraps around the team garage like you had years of experience. A few drifting maneuvers around old tires done like a pro at the cool age of 8, and he was sold on you and your potential.

Amongst all the teasing and the pain of having to train like a man, you've spent enough time with him to know you could count on him for literally anything. He was the best co-driver you could ask for and you wouldn't want anyone else in that seat directing your fate for the world.

He knew what it took to annoy you greatly in order to deliver on the dirt track and prove yourself. Especially now, since you were the only woman on highly occupied male territory.

Racing is a man's world. With as many female advancements in motorsport as there were today, the majority of the community was still not convinced that a woman could drive better than a man or even compete alongside a whole grid of their species. They can regard you, acknowledge your existence, but they would never accept you.

Your father knew your entry to the championship would stir up a lot of unwanted attention, besides the fact that he was basically reviving a cursed team and you happened to be the poster face for it this time around. It sounded like a catastrophe in the making.

Frankly, you were ecstatic to get to drive an actual race car outside of the junior series and helping the team get back to its rightful place, restoring its deserved glory. But you knew it wasn't going to be easy work. Especially, since public enemy number one - the press - was going to try and tear you to sparkly shreds for a lot of reasons. An attack that they started before any official information was out.

A few months ago, when the announcement of Suruki Racing's comeback after ten years of inactivity hit the WRC, the media had a field day with it.

They criticized your father for being a nutjob that didn't know when to quit. They smeared Don Tanaka's name like he didn't make most of the drivers currently selling their dying papers. They even tried to get paid scoops from anyone involved with the team in the slightest.

But the team had one wildcard left to play before pulling the curtains for good and giving them the satisfaction that they ruined it.

You.

The press didn't know about you. No one in the other teams knew about you. Thanks to your father's extremely private life, no one even knew of your existence.

The only people that did were your team in the garage, from the mechanics to your PR agent.

Even walking into the circuit grounds this morning, long hair down over your shoulders, sporting the team gear in plain sight, no one batted an eye at you. Even if they did, they would think you were involved with technical or marketing - though even that was a rarity in this universe - or worse, just another groupie looking to get one of the drivers under your hood.

Your father wanted to give everyone a show they'll never forget by having you drive the first race in the calendar without a proper introduction. No car reveal. No interviews. No pre-race press conference. Just a car and its driver.

This way they would judge your driving before they actually got to judge you for being a woman at the wheel of a three hundred horsepower beast. He trusted you and your judgement on the track far more than the lousy press setting you up for fail. They would get a proper car show and speech after the race anyway.

It was out of the ordinary but that kinda summed up Hiro Suruki and his bipolar personality.

The distorted sound of a megaphone, followed by the voice of the race marshal called you to the start line.

"Car 7, Rai Suruki for Suruki Racing, you're up next!"

You could already see everyone turning their eyes to your station, booming cheers going quiet, turning into sharp murmurs.

Time to get this show going.

Rolling up your windows to block the world, you put the car in gear and drove to the start line, waiting for the green light. Looking out at the lines in the road ahead of you spotting the first hazard ahead, the nerves climbed up your spine faster than your engine could pump the pistons for pressure.

You prepared for this for most of your life, but if you were being honest, it all got a little too real now, sitting with your foot hovering above the gas pedal ahead of the moment that could make or break your career before it even started. The very moment that could be a step forward to restoring your father's name, getting the team back on track in a new age of rally racing. The moment for a change.

No pressure, right?

"Raiko," your co-driver called your name, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the road, gloved fingers tightening on top of the wheel with a small snap. "Do you remember the course?"

"Yes."

"Good. All set?"

"I think so."

"Raiko, look at me."

"You're not my style."

"Raiko," his voice turned more serious and deep with warning. With another sigh into the small, cramped space for breathing your helmet provided, you turned to him.

"You've got this. Let's prove everyone wrong."

He was right.

Let's prove everyone wrong.

The race marshal started the countdown, walking from the front of your car to the side, each number in the count descending with your nerves. You loosened the hold on the wheel, stretched your legs to the pedals and let out a deep breath.

"3."

It's not about how fast you go.

"2."

It's about how long you go fast.

"1."

Fast like lightning.

"GO!"

A soon as the lights went green, you hit the throttle and took off into the dirt, raising the dust behind you. You skidded off to the side a little due to the gravel but you got control of it before anyone could notice.

Tokai was a pretty difficult course to rally depending on which stages got picked for the day. More forest terrain gave way to hard roads, receding in wheel control, gaining insane suspension pressure. This one was more of an open valley terrain, which was a bit safer, but the later you got the okay to race, the more dust and gravel from other drivers would pile up in front of you, making visibility dangerously low. The corners were way too tight and one second off from Tanaka's directions or a mishap of your footing could cost you and put your car on the sidelines.

"5 left over crest," Tanaka paced you for the upcoming hill and you prepared to release the throttle.

"1 left 100."

Wheels back on the ground, you resumed pressing the pedal as a hairpin portion came into view. The cloud of dust in front of you was chalky and you had to get through it before it raised higher. Putting the car in second gear, you got ready for the drift portion.

You had to be extra careful here. The mechanic in chief told you to go easy as the rear could send you into oversteer, throwing off the balance of the car and fuck up the race completely.

Listening to your gut, you waited for the right time then tapped the brake, cut the wheels and pressed the throttle, sliding across the portion. Loud cheers and whistles erupted as the crowd in the stands got up to watch you complete a perfect drift.

"3 right don't cut."

Reduce pace and prepare for a possible road hazard.

You slowed down and sure enough a bump in the road came up. If you missed that one and took it at 120 kmph, it would've projected you off the track, crashing the car hard into the rocky wall like a cereal box. Thankfully, you swerved around it, feeling the car lift off the ground on the left for a bit before it fell back down.

"6 right very long."

Hard left into a tight corner.

"Cut 8 left."

Tight corner requiring you to follow a straight line in the curb.

This was the last and worst corner on the track. You were lucky it didn't rain because this is where your car can skid off into the stands. You caught the straight line pretty fast, cutting a few seconds off your lap time without slowing down.

Following the rest of Tanaka's directions and focusing on the rest of the road, the race finished before you knew it. You liked the state you were in as you drove, mind clear of everything else because as soon as the adrenaline in your body decreased, your brain got bombarded by all kinds of issues.

Did I push the new suspensions too hard? God, I hope I didn't scratch the rear in the hairpin. Was my timing too off on that last corner? I should've practiced it more.

Driving back to your team's station, you sent all those worries at the back of your head and got out to watch the screen showing the score board just as it updated to display the new track times since you were the last to go.

1. Akira Shinkai - Sigma Racing Academy - 1.23.40

2. Naozumi Hiyama - Spica Racing Factory - 1.23.59

3. Rai Suruki - Suruki Racing - 1.24.25

"WE BAGGED THIRD PLACE?!" you yelled throwing off your helmet onto the car seat.

"WE SURE DID," Tanaka high fived you, beaming with energy just like you.

"That's 15 points on the first stage! Well done, lightning strike," he ruffled your hair as you snickered, nose scrunching up with a smile at the gesture you were already accustomed to.

"The car held up a lot better today than in testing. Maybe we lifted the curse," you wiggled your eyebrows at him at which he flicked your forehead. "Ow, what did you do that for?"

"Don't jinx it. We still have two more stages to go."

"But-"

Before you could say anything else, you were interrupted by angry shouting coming from the station next to you.

"I told you to not touch the third gear," yelled a strained voice.

You walked to the side of your station, peeking your head by the team banner, and watched the heated exchange between one of the drivers and his mechanic. Your eyes wandered to the car sitting in the middle, not one hand touching it for the regular post-race check up. From the different strokes of sky blue layered over stark white, the red and blue sponsor stickers and the carbon spoiler, you recognized it to be Spica Racing's.

"It doesn't matter now," shouted another voice, so annoyed and sure of themselves as if they owned the place. "I got a good lap record this time."

"What would you do if you had to retire in the middle of the race?" shot the mechanic, chastising the driver for being careless.

He got up in his face, towering over him though the other was much taller than him.

"We won't win if I don't attack!" he yelled back, throwing his hand in the air to make a point. "The moment I think of being scared I will lose. I won't make that mistake. So just do your job and fix the car."

With that final remark, he rounded the car to walk away from the station until he noticed you in the corner, now standing in full sight just at the line between your stations.

Quickly replacing the scowl on his face with what was probably his natural smirk, he came to you, stopping short of the barrier separating you.

"I don't do autographs, but for you I can do more than that," he added a daring wink, flashing his cocky smile at you.

Ew.

Taking a small step back hoping his vibes wouldn't envelop you, you uncrossed your arms from your chest and lifted an eyebrow at him.

"I don't want your autograph."

Taken aback at your response, he backed up slightly too and looked you up and down, taking in your deep blue and dark gold team fireproofs and the suit tied messily around your waist. The old, way out of fashion colours seemed to ring a bell.

"Suruki Racing...," he started doubtful, "the shithole that revived from the ashes? Are you a mechanic, a co-driver or something for them? If you are, why don't you jump ships? I wouldn't mind having you on my team instead," he finished his speech of intent with another shit-eating grin.

Who the fuck was this guy?

The audacity that wafted off him must definitely make him popular with the ladies.

"I don't think we've met before," you extended your hand out to him, curt and polite, like a normal person would do, introducing yourself.

"Rai Suruki, driver for Suruki Racing," emphasizing your role in the team so he got it through his head that you weren't some bimbo.

If you were, you'd make sure your fist decorated his face in pretty red tones before anything else.

He straightened back, smirk gone from his face in all sense of the word. It got replaced by some kind of curiosity. Looking between you and your palm hanging in the air he looked confused to say the least. He's heard about female racers before and seen some working in technical around the place, he's just never seen one stand against him on track.

Tired of being polite to someone who obviously has never heard about manners, you were about to retract your extended hand when he caught it in a firm grip and pulled it towards him, just holding it instead of shaking it. The move sent you forwards, almost barreling into him when your reaction response kicked in to steel you a safe distance away.

Maybe Tanaka's intense survival program pays off sometimes.

"So," he began and you wondered if he was about to say something intelligent or spew more shit with that mouth of his. He decided to choose the latter. "You're the one driving the Beetle dupe right there?"

Eh, come again?

Your eyes widened at him, looking at where his finger was pointed to confirm that he was pointing at your car and not anywhere else, then you whirled your head back at him appalled.

"B-Beetle dupe?!"

"I thought you were a guy."

Wouldn't be the first time I heard that one.

You took your hand back from his hold, wiping it on the sleeves of the suit hanging on your hips in the hopes that it would wipe off the disgust you were feeling too. It didn't but it was worth a try.

"It's the name," you replied through gritted teeth.

He backed up some more to scan you again, though more attentively this time, like you were some kind of illegality, cooked up from the pits of his imagination. You gave him your best front, hardening your jaw and rolling your shoulders backwards, proving you were more than a pair of boobs and a vagina, which was apparently his deranged first impression of you.

You deserved to be here. No amount of stares from the male specimen, surprised or with sinful intentions, could ever make you back down from this. This was yours to take on. No man could take this from you. Not him anyway.

So, you stared him down too, trying to find something else beside the extreme big dick energy and unsurmountable lack of scruples surrounding him. Struggling to see anything else but some disdain in the way he crossed his arms over his broad chest, a rich prick attitude from how he shifted on his legs like the world owed him golden lingos every time he breathed, and some leftover rage from the screaming match with his mechanic still present in the tick of his jaw, you let your eyes meet his own in conclusion of your very own analysis.

Yeah, there's nothing else in there. An ambulant douchebag. Just like I thought.

Flashing cameras were suddenly thrown in your faces, interrupting the intense stare-down between you. The press and some people, potentially fans of other teams by their t-shirts, surrounded you from every corner of the plastic barrier around the two stations, pushing each other over the race marshals that tried their hardest to keep them away. It wasn't long until they pushed over the barrier.

Too absorbed in the chaos, you didn't notice he leaned down to your ear but when you did, you stilled in your shoes, all blood draining into your pounding stomach. He spoke close and low, so only you could hear his words.

"Don't get too comfortable around here, rookie," he whispered, hot breath hitting the shell of your ear making shivers run down your extremely clothed spine. "Let's see how long you last in here because this season might just be your first and last."

Pulling away with another one of his smirks that were starting to get on your nerves, he regarded you once more before he walked off in amusement to his cool-down room, giving you a full view of his broad back.

Oh, just you wait -

A reporter shoved into the human barrier of orange and green safety vests reaching the railing, yanking it back and forth repeatedly until the poor plastic seal broke off, letting everyone else pool in around you.

Uh-oh. This wasn't good.

They packed around you like wolves on their prey, all shouting different things at you while shoving their big cameras, recording devices and phones in your face. The flashes blinded you, turning the world white and too bright for it to be natural light from the clouded sky above.

Your hands shot up on instinct to cover your eyes from the flaring lights as your ears focused on filtering through the blaring sounds of camera clicks and voices. Then the countless questions registered clear as day, hitting you like a truck at full speed.

"Are you Rai Suruki, daughter of Hiro Suruki?"

"Where did your father get the money to restart the team?"

"Is your car even going to last a season?"

"Do you consider yourself a challenge to the rest of the drivers?"

I guess that was it for mystery, dad.

Some of the other teams passed by the ruckus, sparing quick judgmental glances or sending disgusting sneers your way like that was the way they initiated your welcome ceremony at the gates of the jungle.

If this was any other series, you would've been so welcomed by the rest of the grid and treated somewhat better by the media and the fans. But this was the World Rally Championships.

Driving was dirty.

Talk was filthy, full of disrespect and unspoken trials of envy between each driver.

The press competed to see who would get your head on a pike first and parade it as the story of the century.

Respect was fought for, not earned.

It was a different game. One where you needed to play even if you didn't want to so in turn you wouldn't get played. Survival of the fittest truly.

You steeled your gaze, waving the reporters off and digging a hole through the crowd, successfully escaping away to your pit crew. Helping with packing up bits and pieces and taking your own stuff, you headed back to your team quarters, aware of the intensifying stares belonging to the rest of the teams still around their stations, talking about the first day in this season's calendar being an interesting one.

You had a feeling you and the team were the hot topic of conversation since you could feel their eyes searing deep holes into your back, burning hotter and doing more damage than flame-lit arrows aimed straight at you ever could. Tanaka wrapped an arm around you giving you his curled moustache smile, sympathizing with you.

Looking up at the sky darkening in mauve and pink, you let a small smile grace your lips. At least today was done. Your rally racing career has officially started. The team was back in business.

However, this first stage was just one of the many challenges still to come. Who knew what else was on the way?

As you trudged on the warm asphalt, warmed by the mid-spring warmth of March, there was one thing you knew for sure.

This is gonna be a long season.

Next

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[officiallyisagibrainrotted]

If it's okay can I please ask for a yandere sae where he gets his darling pregnant if you're uncomfortable with this or you don't do these types of requests that's okay

My Prized Possession

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Toxic relationship, suggestive, yandere Sae. This is my first time(and maybe my last) doing male yandere so I got some help from a friend, she deserves some of the credit,its kinda short, first time doing male yandere!!!!!!.

Female readers.

It was something you promise yourself. You were going to focus on your studies and get yourself settle first. But here you are in the bathroom stall holding a pregnancy test.Your eyes became watery as you look at the two blue lines on the small tool. You can't be pregnant.

"What is he gonna say about this?''. And by he you mean your boyfriend.The one and only Sae itoshi,who wouldnt fall for him. He was in top of his classes, wealthy and had a great career ahead of him in soccer, your parents loved him!.

Probably more then they loved you. You see your parents were never supportive of you overall they thought of you as a failure compared to your brother who was studying to become a lawyer.

But they treated Sae like a son when you brought him home to visit. And told you that you'd better treat him good and that you should be thankful that a guy like him ever look in your direction.

Your friends are envious of your relationship with the sport star from His cool, calm and mature personality to his fame and intelligence.

He had everyone fooled, even you.

Despite the front he puts up Infront of your friends and family, when he's with you.Your relationship with Sae wasn't the same as it was when it started. It's not something people can notice, but he has become more and more possessive and aggressive.

It's started with little things like, he wouldn't allow you out a certain time , he would constantly ask you who you were talking to on the phone, and if it were one of your male friends he'd get angry and demand you stop talking to him. Your parents would side with him on everything and they agreed that Sae should have a say in who you talk to, hang out with and befriend,what you wore. Cutting off all your male friends, you had a curfew as well.

He would come home and he'd aspect you to be waiting for him and that you have already prepared a meal. You'd have to greet him . He'd search your phone to make sure you haven't spoken to anyone he doesn't approve of. If you went out earlier that day, he'd know about what you bought, how much you spent and who you want out with,what you ate.

Everything.

There are other nights were he would come home in devilish mood, usually when he's like this ,allowing him to use you is the best way to avoid any forms of ''conflict".

But it was that night about a month ago, when you shared a moment.

God you were so scared that tight , he came home more devilish then usually. You're not sure what came over him that night,

well he was always possessive and manipulative with you, but tonight was just different .

You hear the front door unlocked and his footsteps.

" Where's my darling?” his voice achos through out the hall.

You could already feel the unsettling feeling coming

"She better not be hiding~".

You bite back the erge to crawl under your blanket and hide,on the king size bed you shared with Sae .

But you know how he gets .So you made you way downstairs.

He was already at the bottom of the stairs waiting for you .

"There you are princess, I thought you were asleep, I was calling you ".

He says .

You bite your lip nervously.

"I was waiting for you to get home like you told me to".

"Mm, and you're wearing the night gown I brought you , it fits? " He ask .

" It's a little small ".

" Hm? I was sure I brought you the right size, but come down here I haven't seen you all day".

'He did this on purpose'.

You came downstairs and you were greeted by a scent of colon when you were pulled into his embrace.

"You look beautiful as always". He commented. Causing you to blush .

"And you smell really nice too". He continues to complement you as he kiss your cheek and made his way down to the crook of your neck where he takes in your secent .

His sudden actions made you frustred."It must be the new body wash and perfume you brought me". You began to stumble over you words when you felt him bite the sensitive part of your neck, giving it a little nibble before he gives the now sore spot a kiss.

"Sae , w-what are you doing?". You let out a breathly gasp when you felt your lovers hand slowly making its way down your back and to your butt , giving it a squeeze .

"I haven't seen you all day, I missed you and I haven't touched you in a while so just relax for me a little bit darling''.

"B-but I didn't take any-".

"It's fine I put some in your food before I left". He says as he picks you up.

Keeping your lips locked together as you wrapped your legs around his torso . Making his way up the stairs and to your shared bedroom.

Per usual he gently places you on the bed,lips never leaving yours....

Tears rush down your face as you remember the events that took place that night.As the pieces were coming together in your head.

Now Sae on the other hand was grinning from ear to ear knowing that his plan had worked. He stood outside the restroom you were in as he patiently waits for you to text him "we needs to talk".

Now you see it was Sae dream to claim you in everyway,shape and form. And he was will to do anything to make sure that happened. Even if it means lying about putting plan B in your food or making you think it was all your fault this happened.

You already said no to him to marriage, claiming that you weren't ready and that you wanted to focus on school, and that marriage would be a lot of money and it's time consuming at the moment.

Even though he would constantly tell you, you don't have to worry about any of that , he'll gladly cover all of it.

He also tried to get you to dropped out of college, but you denied that idea as well. Despite him telling you he'll take good care of you.

Sigh, it seemed like nothing was going his way. He honestly didn't want to go this route, but ,You were being difficult.

So getting you pregnant was the only way to have full control over you. He knew you wouldn't be able to go to school, nor would your parents allow you to get rid of your child. It's not like they wanted you to go to the college you're currently attending anyway.They're practically are obsessed with him.

All his plans were falling in place.

Annnnddddd that's all , I really tried on this and with a little push from a friend I got the motivation to post it. Plz remember it's my first time writing male yandere and I hope this reaches ur expectations.

Request are open and if you dont see ur request on my "What's in my ask box" it's probably cause I didn't get to it yet or you didn't read my rules.

Soo that's all , comments, constructive criticism, reblogs are all appreciated .

But that's all , byeeeeee.

[sitp-recs]

Hey Liv, I was sure you had an epistolary list somewhere, but I can’t seem to find it.

Would you have some recs for me? It doesn’t have to be full epistolary, as long as there are a few letters exchanged.

Thank you

Hi anon! I’m pretty sure I have an epistolary list somewhere but for some reason I can’t access my masterlists atm (which is mildly concerning lol I hope it’s just an app glitch on my phone) but in any case here are some recs for you!

Re: Harry's Crush by @lettersbyelise (T, 4k)

Ever get that feeling you're being talked about behind your back? Harry doesn't, he's too busy being stupidly, obviously besotted with the guy in the lab downstairs.

Garden War by @cibeewastaken (T, 5k)

Harry and Draco are quarantined in their houses, a lake across from one another. What better ways to spend this time than to annoy each other with letters and attempts to prove that their garden is better ?

Lettered by pir8fancier (M, 8k)

Harry has a secret penpal, whose identity is as plain as the nose on his face. Except he's not wearing his glasses.

Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (T, 10k)

Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.

Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites (M, 15k)

Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?

Let's Go Outside by cryptonym (E, 24k)

Harry's done with the sofa, the hall and the kitchen table, baby.

On Our Way by evils (E, 30k)

Draco is trying to spend the summer keeping his head down, but a repair project and a certain snowy owl have other plans for him.

Howlr by partialtopotter (E, 47k)

Howlr is the new dating application enchanting Witches, Wizards and Everyone in between. Are you looking for the one or a one-night stand; it’s all here folks. Howlr is sponsored by Weasley Wizard Wheezes, the same team that brought us the Spellular just two years ago. Ginny Weasley, famed chaser for the Hollyhead Harpies, swears by the app, ‘guaranteed to make sparks fly,’ she says. The magic awaits you!

Catch 22 by jad (E, 50k)

As if NEWTS weren't enough, Dumbledore's gone and had another one of his 'bright ideas.' If all ends well, the Houses will be getting along in no time. Or according to Harry's correspondent, an Apocalypse will be in order.

Bonus: art!

Going Postal by dustmouth (T)

So Draco and Harry sort of maybe have a bit of a thing going. Which is all fine and good, but would probably be more effective if they managed to be on the same continent for more than five minutes at a time.

[the-temple-of-deified-heroes]

Hihi, I wanted to ask if you have any tips on starting out when worshipping heroes, thank you in advance!!

Hello Alexandros, hope you’ve had safe travels here! And yes, I certainly have tips for starting out worshipping The Heroes! I’m really glad you’ve reached out <33

[The first and main thing to note going into this (potentially new) situation is that everyone finds their way differently. You may not like my advice or find it unsettling because of the way you experience Them or eventually turn away from this advice and that’s entirely okay. Everyone likes to have a starting point, even if it ends up being a huge no/“fuck you”, and that’s entirely okay. May your journey be comfortable here.]

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So, with that out of the way, here are some tips born of my own personal experience interacting with The Myths, Them, and Lord Perseus himself!

The first and main thing, personally, to note is that They are not The Gods, nor are they any type of Immortal, so their presence might bring an entirely new dynamic to you in your Worship. Personally, Lord Perseus feels more like a Companion or Mentor Figure rather than an Authority and Godly Figure/some I hold to High Respects as one does to The Gods. It is not as though I do not respect Him--I deeply, deeply do and that is why I devote myself to Him--but it is a different sort of respect than I approach the Gods with. As I said before, my dynamic and interactions with Lord Perseus more feels like a mentoring role of Someone who is much better than me and of someone that I respect truly and utterly as a Mentor Figure to me and someone I could perhaps follow like a mentee would their mentor. This dynamic could and would be different with everyone, but just keep an open mind when approaching Them that this dynamic will be different than with The Gods.

Another thing to keep in mind with Them is that they were once mortal. I know, it's a silly thing to admit because of course they were mortal! Well, yeah,--duh--but still, keep that thought in mind as you start out your approaches to Them and maybe even do a deep mental dive into that mentality and/or put yourself in Their shoes every once in a while to center yourself and remind yourself of who They are/once were. Their mortality and Their heroics are a core part of Their beings and so keeping that in mind would truly help--at least personally--cement that respect and love for Them in your mind and center your devotion because they are not The Gods--They do not have as much magical influence on the modern world [at least as far as I am aware :)]

Now, onto actually Interacting with Them. Lord Perseus likes the companionship I bring to Him--He was a very sociable person in His youth/mortal days--and so I like to talk to Him. My devotion is my conversations with Him. But someone like Lord Odysseus would rather play some games as your devotion to Him, just as Lord Herakles might like watching you complete physical tasks as a devotion to Him (both of these are speculation because I do not work with Them, but it feels right so maybe that might be a sign??). Again, They are mortal and They like mortal things so maybe experiment on that stuff and flatter them every once in a while--because they are still human /lh--to really establish those connections in what you want with Them.

What Are Some Gifts That They Might Like? Stroke Their egos a little bit. Make sure it doesn't borderline hubris of course and especially do not equate Them with The Gods in worship because... we all know how that goes-, but flatter them. They did still earn Their rights among the Halls of Fame and They were all still awesome Heroes back then, so make sure to flatter them every once in a while (or a lot), they deserve it <33. So, really, anything that might stroke their egos like Super Shiny Rocks, Poems, talking about Them flatteringly either to the air or to someone else, etc. If you'd give it to a mentor you're kinda of scared of but really, truly and utterly respect and you still wanna give them something, then it's your best bet They'll like it too <33

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Here are some things I personally do with Lord Perseus & a comparison of what I do differently with my Goddesses, Lady Aphrodite and Lady Amphitrite to kind of show you the differences I'm suggesting in both Feel of the Bond and Worship:

I like to gossip/ramble to Lord Perseus. Does He know what's going on? No. Does He still listen closely when He feels like it/is there? Yes. Is He in on this conversation right now as I'm typing it? Not particularly, He's really letting me take on the reigns but every once in a while I'll get a comment on technology which is really just an ✨Old Person Thing✨

(In comparison, I ask Lady Aphrodite very purposefully for things. I elevate my thoughts and specifically direct my energy towards Her. It's very intentional with Her, mostly because that is my relationship with Her and also because She's A Goddess™️ and I want to show Her specifically my devotion and respect towards Her. Lady Amphitrite, I am currently on a break with so I do not remember things with Her but I usually am very kind and hesitant in my approach with Her. She is a Queen and deserves that Respect. [Actually, She likes to approach Me a lot, which She is currently doing right now and guiding/insisting on this message :))]. Lord Perseus, on the other hand, I interact with casually and throw things around in my Brain for His attention :)).)

I like to write in honor of Him. In my experience, He is a more curious Deity who approaches things/my interests like a Grandpa who doesn't exactly get it but is eager to watch me and ask questions every once in a while. Yes, Lord Perseus, my writing is questionable, but you don't have a say in anything other than the book I am Dedicating to You.

[I also write in honor of my Goddesses, but like how I speak to Them, it is a lot more formally. I am presenting Them with my progress and I am getting feedback from Them but They aren't an active presence throughout it unless I am specifically asking Them/channeling Them to be :))].

And, finally, I obsess over Him. The main reason why I am devoted to Lord Perseus is because He is/was my favorite hero of them. I am fascinated by His childhood story, His slaying of Medusa, Lady Andromeda, His future legacies/family, and everything associated with Him, and so I like to internally scream my excitement of Him in my head every time I think of/approach Him. I just love Him so much <33

[I also do that to my Goddesses, but in different ways. Lady Aphrodite helps me in self care and so I make sure to put deep respect in my intent towards Her when I appreciate Her. Lady Amphitrite is just so cool and so I make sure to channel that each time I talk to Her.]

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So yeah, that's my personal Beginners Guide Of Worshipping The Greek (And/Or Non-Greek) Heroes! I hope this helps and I wish I could have given you a more detailed response but I didn't know Who you were trying to pursue :((. Do you have Anyone in mind? Maybe you can send another ask and I'll respond with more personalized advice such as research and sites/books to start with?? The main takeaway with this response is that The Heroes Were/Are Mortals Too And That Affects Things, so do with this information as you will and I hope it helps things like this not be such a grasp in the dark on spaces you can't even imagine starting to know :)). I know a lot of new things are like that for me, so I hope this helps! Feel free to ask more and I'll try to get to it sooner!!

[thebawdybaldurian]

Halsin/Tav Week Day 7

Last day of prompts! This scene is from an upcoming chapter of the modern AU I am working on. Addy is TAV, a musician who is married to Astarion, a TV host on a political network. Halsin is an conservationist who Astarion interviews on his show, and Addy expresses interest in adding him to their polycule with Karlach, who writes monster romance books. Halsin had been protesting the destruction of some forest, where Addy and Astarion happen to have a cabin, by chaining himself to a tree. Using her fame, Addy helps broker a deal to stop the destruction and invites Halsin back to their cabin to meet Astarion, after she and Halsin had already initiated a sexual relationship with Astarion's blessing. It's a pretty horny story, but there will be some angst and more serious subjects later on.

Shotgunning/Size Kink

Content and Warnings: Polyamory, threesome, shotgunning (weed smoke and alcohol), drug and alcohol use, anal fingering, size kink, oral sex, PIV sex, masturbating while watching a partner/voyeurism, squirting.

Halsin awoke feeling slightly more refreshed, after so many uncomfortable nights sleeping chained to a tree. The bed being plush and extra comfortable was just icing on the cake. He rolled out of the unfamiliar bed, wondering where the owner was. He heard noises from down the hall and walked towards it. Addy was sitting on the couch snuggled next to her husband, Astarion, as they watched something on TV. “Hey sleepy bear, how was your nap?” She glanced over at him as he ambled into the living room, completely naked. He never slept in clothes, but wished he had this once, seeing that this was his first time meeting Astarion in the flesh. He hadn’t expected him to arrive at the couple’s cabin until later. Halsin covered himself with his hands, his wide palms thankfully able to cover most of his sizeable manhood.

“It was quite refreshing,” he blushed at her, then cast his gaze to Astarion. “Hello.”

“I know you two met on his show, but Halsin, this is Astarion. Astarion, Halsin,” Addy blushed back.

“A pleasure,” Astarion smirked, taking a long sip from his wine glass as he looked Halsin up and down.

“Do you want me to throw something on?” Halsin asked, adjusting his stance slightly.

“I’m sure we’ll all be undressing soon enough,” Astarion drained his glass.

“Here, come sit, have a pillow,” Addy grinned, handing Halsin one of the plush throw pillows from the couch.

Halsin took it and sat down beside her, using the pillow to hide his bare cock. Things were awkwardly silent for a moment, as the thick-accented TV announcer described the mating rituals of flumphs. “I didn’t peg either of you two as fans of nature documentaries,” Halsin finally broke the silence, as the pair of flumphs on the screen had their coitus broadcast for everyone to see.

“Getting drunk and watching animals fuck is one of our favorite activities,” Addy joked.“Speaking of? Would you care for a glass?” She asked, resting her hand on his muscular thigh.

“Yes, thank you,” Halsin nodded, hoping it would break a little of the tension.

Addy got up, leaving an empty spot between the two men as the flumphs completed their mating with an ecstatic trill. The silence continued as she disappeared into the cabin’s wine cellar to get another bottle. “So what do you think of the cabin?” Astarion finally asked, his words a little slower due to how much wine he’d already had.

“It’s lovely. Very eco-conscious,” Halsin glanced around and let his eyes linger on Astarion after. He was much better looking than he was on TV, his skin less pancaked without having on makeup for broadcast.

“All her doing,” Astarion boasted, grabbing her wine glass and draining it too. “She’s quite amazing and multi-talented,” he added in a tone that implied more than just her décor and singing skills. “Are you familiar with her music?”

“I am,” Halsin nodded, wishing she would return soon to be a buffer between them again. “I was the DJ at my college’s radio station for three years and played a lot of her old indie stuff.”

“Really? Where did you go?”

“Blackstaff University. I studied Environmental Law for a little while, but then decided to switch to Environmental Science.”

“I went to law school at Blackstaff as well,” Astarion laughed. “Why did you decide to switch?”

“I felt like my studies were becoming more focused on protecting environmental criminals than prosecuting them.”

“Sounds about right...Addy, love, did you know Halsin and I went to the same university?” Astarion called to her as she reemerged from the cellar with two bottles of wine.

“I didn’t,” she replied, setting both bottles on the counter. “Halsin, do you drink red or white?”

“Either is fine,” he replied, not much of a drinker to begin with.

She opened both bottles, as she had been drinking her usual Chardonnay and Astarion was drinking a bold Tempranillo. She brought the red first, leaning over the couch and pressing her breasts against Astarion’s neck. “Hand me you glass, love,” she nuzzled against him.

He turned first and pulled her in for a kiss, loudly smacking his lips across hers. Halsin could only assume it was some assertion of his toxic masculinity, showing him that Astarion had fucked her first and was his. Addy fillled up his glass afterwards, taking a long sip of it before handing it back. She leaned over to slip the contents of her mouth into Halsin’s with a long kiss. It was her own little way of showing that there would be no dick-measuring contests while she was around. “What did you think of that?” she asked, biting her lip slightly as she returned to the kitchen. “Or would you like to try the white as well before deciding?”

“I think I’ll stick with that,” he shifted the pillow slightly as his cock began to tingle.

“I told you she was amazing,” Astarion laughed, glancing back at her before taking another sip of wine.

“You were talking about me while I was gone?” she asked, returning with a fresh glass of red for Halsin and the bottle of white for herself.

“Who else but the Belle of the Ball?” Astarion purred.

She poured herself a glass before she sat down, Astarion’s hands stroking up her bare legs as she did. It was the same type of affection Halsin had observed in their sex tape and was eager to experience himself after his long bout of celibacy. He let his hand linger on her thigh as she sat back down next to him. She changed the channel to a music station playing chill beats after the flumphs have given birth and settled a little more between them. “So...how is everyone feeling? Do we want to get to know one another a little better? Have a discussion about expectations and boundaries?” she asked, setting her wine glass on the coffee table and placing her hand on both their thighs.

“Have you ever been in this sort of relationship before?” Astarion asked, putting his arm around her and beginning to play with her hair.

“My ex-wife and I went through a period of polyamory,” Halsin nodded, wishing he didn’t have to mention her.

“Oh you were married before?” Astarion perked up a little so he could be nosy. “What broke you apart?”

“Astarion,” Addy chastised him, giving his thigh a squeeze.

“No, it’s alright,” Halsin replied, letting his hand slowly begin to caress her thigh. “It wasn’t the polyamory, if that is what you are thinking. I learned she wasn’t the person I thought she was and cut all contact with her.”

Halsin wasn’t sure if either of them knew who he had been married to, but he wanted to separate himself from her as much as possible. Addy had looked her up after she’d learned about the failed marriage, both out of curiousity and protection if he wasn’t as nice as he seemed. “She’s...still in prison, isn’t she?” Addy admitted to knowing, just so she could be honest with him. “Because she took that plea deal?”

“She is,” he nodded, understanding that given her fame, Addy needed to do background searches on people she became involved with.

“Prison!” Astarion widened his eyes.

“Kagha Vipertooth...She was one of the people who firebombed the Hellrider Corporation’s main offices,” Halsin explained quietly.

“You were married to a shadow D.R.U.I.D?!” Astarion exclaimed. “An eco-terrorist”?”

“As I said,” Halsin continued, Addy stroking his thigh in support. “She wasn’t the person I thought she was. When we first met, she was a champion of the environment and non-violent protests. But she became radicalized. No matter how much I explained that violence doesn’t solve anything, she just kept going on those online forums, finding connections, and more people that believed they could solve things with destruction instead of action.”

“How many people died?” Astarion asked, too drunk to have much tact about the matter. Addy gave his thigh another squeeze and gave him a stern look before turning back to Halsin.

“Twenty-five. EGC planted a tree in everyone’s honor. We were investigated by the Harpers and were cleared, but...it’s still a stain on our legacy having her as a co-founder.”

“I’m sorry,” Addy continued stroking his thigh, wishing that this had been brought up at a better time. “Hopefully this win against Steelwatch will help shift things in a better direction.”

“I think it will,” he smiled, giving her hand a thankful squeeze. “We couldn’t have done it without you.”

“No problem,” she smiled, taking a long sip of wine after that story.

“Would you mind if I tried the white?” Halin asked after another long bout of silence, Astarion seemingly half passed out and staring at the vibrant music visualizer on the TV screen.

“Of course,” she grinned, taking another long sip and passing it to his lips again. It swished between their tongues as they continued to makeout.

“Is it that time?” Astarion perked up a little, putting his glass down and sliding his hand further up her thigh.

“We still never discussed...rules and such,” she let out a long sigh, Halsin lips moved down to her neck and Astarion’s hand rubbing between her legs.

“I think I’ll just stick to watching for tonight, if that’s alright,” Astarion whispered in her ear, gently tonguing it. “I think I overdid it on the wine.”

“Is that alright with you?” Addy asked Halsin, his lips still sucking on the tender flesh of her neck.

“Mmmmmhmmmm,” he nodded, pulling her in for another kiss and onto his lap. She moved the pillow away, finding him already a little stiff.

“Dear Gods, you weren’t exaggerating,” Astarion blushed, looking down on it with hungry eyes.

“I told you,” she giggled, pulling her shirt over her head. She hadn’t put on a bra and Halsin’s mouth went immediately to her breasts.

“They’re perfect, aren’t they?” Astarion grinned, climbing off the couch with a slight wobble and standing behind her. “Though I prefer this,” he pulled the back of her shorts down to expose her ass. He slipped his finger down her crack and between her legs, picking up some of the slick so he could play with her asshole.

“I thought you were just watching?” she moaned, gently swaying her hips as he slipped a finger up there.

“I can at least help warm you up...since he’s so big,” he purred.

The size difference between the two of them was stark. Aside from his foot and a half of height on her, his wide frame completely enveloped her petite body. Astarion was curious to see how he could manage his size, given that he was looking forward to taking him on eventually and was quite slender himself. “Is there anything you don’t want me to do with her?” Halsin asked, freeing his lips from her breasts for a moment.

“Whatever she is comfortable with,” Astarion replied, still fingering her ass and beginning to rub himself.

“Should we move to the bedroom?” Addy suggested, Halsin’s cock now well hard and her cunt aching to be fucked.

“Definitely,” Astarion replied, still swaying a little from the wine.

“Do you have any more of that weed?” Addy suggested as she climbed off the couch, feeling a little nervous about this first encounter with Astarion in the room.

“In my bag,” Halsin nodded, picking up her hips to carry her to the bedroom.

“Oh, I like him,” Astarion growled, trailing behind them and getting a full view of Halsin’s ass.

Addy slipped off her shorts and panties as Halsin rumaged through his bag for his pouch and pipe. She cracked one of the windows a bit so the smoke could get out. Astarion settled himself in a chair with a view of the bed and began to unbutton himself. “Are you sure you don’t want to join in?” Addy asked, leaning down to kiss and stroke him gently, using some of her arousal to lube his cock.

“It’s fine, love,” he smiled drunkenly up at her, his eyes fluttering as she stroked him with precision. “I want to see what we’re working with first.”

Halsin gently packed the pipe and lit it, taking in a long drag as he ambled over to them. He didn’t inhale it and gently passed the smoke into Addy’s mouth with another kiss. She huffed in the warm, woody smoke, having a much easier time than the last they had smoked together. “Mmmm, that’s nice,” she moaned as she exhaled it out, swaying a bit from his kiss and the effects of the weed and wine.

“Would you like to try?” Halsin held out the pipe to Astarion, who was still stroking himself slowly. “Only if you give it to me like her,” Astarion smirked.

Halsin raised an eyebrow and took another drag, holding it in his mouth and leaning down to kiss Astarion. Addy took a step back to watch, hoping the two could connect more at a later time. She gently thumbed her lip, watching as they shared a long kiss. “Ahhhh, that is nice,” Astarion breathed out a cloud of smoke and sunk in the chair a little more. “Now go on, fuck her,” he waved them and the cloud of smoke away, reaching to take the pipe from Halsin.

“As you wish,” Halsin pulled her close, walking them over to the bed.

He pressed her gently to the mattress, kissing her and then trailing down from her lips to her thighs. Astarion made a pleased noise in his throat, taking another hit from the pipe. “She tastes better than the wine...doesn’t she?” he said quietly, stroking himself again.

Halsin made an affirmative noise in his throat, pulling her hips closer to his mouth. He took his time eating her out, sucking her clit until her toes were curling and then changing to gentle licks to keep her climax withheld. “Fuck...please,” she finally begged, her legs trembling with need. She’d propped her head up on some pillows so she could watch Astarion jerking off and could see he was getting close to both climax and passing out in the chair. Halsin finally obliged, moving his mouth back to her clit and bringing her to an explosive climax right before Astarion’s sputtered out with a quiet groan. “That was even better than last time,” she grinned down at Halsin, his entire beard glistening from her honey.

“Would he mind a little more?” he glanced back at Astarion, who was half passed out again with a puddle of cum across his stomach.

“Definitely not,” she brushed her fingers through his hair. “But would you mind grabbing a towel from the bathroom before we continue?...I can get a little messy sometimes.”

“Of course,” he nodded, climbing off the bed, his cock throbbing and ready to fuck her.

Addy climbed out of bed too, gently rousing Astarion by rubbing his cheek. “Hey, don’t fall asleep in the chair, at least come to bed,” she sunk to her knees, intending to lick up the cum on his stomach.

“I’ll take care of it,” he gently pushed her away before she could.

“You sure you’re alright?” she helped him out of the chair. “Do you want us to stop or go to the guest room?”

“Absolutely not,” he swayed a little and continued getting undressed with her help. “I’m just a little tired. You won’t be able to contain me after a good night’s sleep.”

“Okay,” she gave him a kiss and helped fold up his clothes as he trudged to the bathroom, passing Halsin on the way.

“Nice work,” he patted him on the shoulder. “I’ve eaten her out for hours before.”

“I can see why,” Halsin glanced back at him as he went into the bathroom and shut the door. “Is he alright?”

“He just gets stressed and tired from work and moody sometimes,” she replied, climbing back on the bed and patting for him to join her. “He’s like a cranky old cat.”

“I see,” Halsin smiled, handing her the towel and climbing onto the bed next to her. She folded the towel under her hips and settled back down. “Oh...that kind of messy?” he blushed deeply. “I’ve never…”

“Really?”

“Considering how long I was celibate for...and Kagha was never one to…” he looked away from her for a moment.

“I’m sure we can make it happen,” she grinned, pulling him on top of her. “Especially in the right position.”

He sunk between her legs, eager to finally share this moment in an actual bed. She was still quite slick from his tongue, but she grabbed more lube as she intended for him to get her into a full mating press and almost gurantee a hearty squirt from her cunt. They started off in standard missionary, Halsin easing inside her slowly as she whimpered. He was careful to keep as much weight off her as possible, his biceps flexing as they supported his upper half. “That’s more like it,” Astarion finally emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and with a mask under his eyes.

“Come here,” Addy panted, patting the bed next to them and then returning her attentions to Halsin.

Astarion climbed into the far side of the bed, keeping his eyes on them as he lay on his side. “Mmmmm, you nearly disappear under him,” he leaned over to give her one last kiss, sharing an approving glance with Halsin as well.

“He’s still so gentle though,” she moaned, turned on by his size as well.

Their size difference was more apparently with Halsin on top of her, her legs the only thing sticking out between their two bodies. Astarion’s eyes lolled as he watched Halsin continue to fuck her, only remaining awake until Addy asked him to press her legs against her chest and fuck her harder. “Just like this,” she moaned loudly, feeling his thick cock pressing against her g-spot with each thrust. “Fuck!”

“Gods...you feel so good!” Halsin tried to contain his deep voice, seeing that Astarion had passed out asleep.

“Just don’t stop,” she begged, urging him on as he pounded her a little rougher than he was used to. “Please.”

“I need you,” he whimpered, feeling the tight explosion in his balls preparing to erupt.

“Yes...harder,” she cried, her fingers gripping tightly to his flexed biceps. “Fuck! Oh Fuck! Fuck!” She shivered and began to gush as she came, soaking the towel underneath them.

“Oh!” Halsin grinned, feeling the rush against his thighs. “It’s so warm.”

“Come in me, please,” she whimpered, her body still quivering from the intense orgasm.

He only lasted a few more strokes, spending into her with a joyous, deep moan that awoke Astarion from his intoxicated slumber. “That sounded like a good one,” he mumbled, reaching out blinding for her. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips.

“Mmmmm, just wait until you are both inside me,” she giggled happily, looking up at Halsin. “We might need to buy some of those waterproof sheets.”

“Thank you,” Halsin sighed happily, shifting slightly to bring her legs back down to the bed. “That was...incredible.”

“You’re very welcome,” she pulled him down for a kiss and carefully shifted out from under him as he rolled onto his side.

She climbed back out of bed, catching the river of cum dripping out of her on the soaked towel. “Do you need anything while I am up?” she asked. “A towel? Water?”

“I wouldn’t say no to either,” he sunk against the pillow, keeping his gaze fixed on her.

He wasn’t sure how much Astarion participated with their polyamory, but he could understand how he would do anything she asked. He was completely smitten with her as wll. She disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes, leaving the door open, and returned with an ice cold glass of water and a fresh hand towel for him. “Do you have a wet bar back there?” he smiled as she settled back in between him and Astarion.

“Sort of,” she laughed, snuggling under the duvet with him. “I get really thirsty at night and can only drink really cold water, so we have a special water cooler in the closet.”

“You’re spoiled,” he teased, running his fingers through her hair.

“I suppose I am,” she looked back over her shoulder at Astarion, back to sleeping peacefully. “I hope you’ll let us indulge you a little.”

“I’ll happily accept anything you offer,” he nuzzled against her, eager to finally share a bed with someone again.

[fullstcp]

"Future Nostalgia" by Dua Lipa Sentence Starters

FUTURE NOSTALGIA

"I wanna change the game."

"I know you're dying trying to figure me out."

"My name's on the tip of your tongue, keep running your mouth."

"No matter what you do, I'm gonna get it without ya."

"Can't be a rolling stone if you live in a glass house."

"I can't build you up if you ain't tough enough."

DON'T START NOW

"Did the heartbreak change me? Maybe."

"But look at where I ended up."

"I'm all good already."

"So moved on, it's scary."

"I'm not where you left me at all."

"Don't start caring about me now."

"Walk away, you know how."

"Aren't you the guy who tried to hurt me with the word 'goodbye'?"

"Thought it took some time to survive you, I'm better on the other side."

COOL

"Guess I never had a love like this."

"You got me losing all my cool."

"I love the way you move."

"I like us better when we're intertwined."

"My love makes you brand new."

PHYSICAL

"Common love isn't for us."

"We created something phenomenal. Don't you agree?"

"You got me feeling diamond rich."

"Nothing on this planet compares to it."

"Who needs to go to sleep when I got you next to me?"

"I know you got my back and you know I got you."

"Love the simulation we're dreaming in."

"I don't wanna live another life cause this one's pretty nice."

LEVITATING

"If you wanna run away with me, I know a galaxy and I can take you for a ride."

"If you're feeling like you need a little bit of company, you met me at the perfect time."

"You want me, I want you."

"I believe that you're for me."

"I see us written in the stars."

"I feel like we're forever every time we get together."

"You can fly away with me tonight."

"Let me take you for a ride."

PRETTY PLEASE

"Somewhere in the middle, I think I lied a little."

"I know that I seem a little stressed out, but you're here now."

"Hate it when you love me unattended."

"I miss ya, and I need your love."

"When my mind is running wild, could you help me slow it down?"

"Put my mind at ease."

"Would you help me out, please?"

HALLUCINATE

"I'ma love you like a fool. Breathe you in 'til I hallucinate."

"I can make it pretty, I could string you along."

"I couldn't live without your touch."

"I could never have too much."

"I'll breathe you in forever and ever."

"I'm losing my mind."

"I hallucinate when you call my name."

"Put you in my hall of fame, middle of the wall."

"You're my one, my favorite, my ride or die."

"Wanna be right where you are."

"Let's go dancing in the dark."

"Kill me slowly with your kiss."

"Make me lose my mind."

LOVE AGAIN

"I never thought that I would find a way out."

"I can't believe there's something left in my chest anymore."

"Goddamn, you got me in love again."

"I used to think that I was made out of stone."

"Show me heaven's right here."

"Never have I ever met somebody like you."

"Used to be afraid of love and what it might do."

"I'd rather die than have to live in a storm like before."

"I can't believe I finally found someone."

"You're the one that I want."

"I'm not afraid anymore."

"We're in love."

BREAK MY HEART

"I've always been the one to say the first goodbye."

"You say my name like I have never heard before."

"I'm indecisive, but this time, I know for sure."

"I hope I'm not the only one that feels it all."

"Are you falling?"

"You know you can get whatever you want from me."

"I'm afraid of all the things it could do to me."

"I was doing better alone."

"When you said 'Hello', I knew that was the end of it all."

"Now there ain't no letting you go."

"Am I falling in love with the one that could break my heart?"

"I wonder, when you go, if I stay on your mind."

"Everyone before you was a waste of time."

GOOD IN BED

"You love to disappoint me, don't ya?"

"You tell me what I want, but ain't no follow through."

"If you only knew me the way you know my body."

"I've been thinking it'd be better if we didn't know each other."

"Got me thinking it'd be better if we didn't stay together."

BOYS WILL BE BOYS

"Isn't it funny how we laugh it off to hide our fear when there's nothing funny here?"

"Boys will be boys, but girls will be women."

[lillunna]

Posed -Raihan x fem reader- pokemon CH1

Note: I decided to go with the head cannon that Nessa and Raihan are cousins and all characters are around 21, except hop and gloria they are around 17/18

Word count:1658

Warnings: drinking mentioned Stalking? (if you squint)

*Check out the chapter before this marked teaser for a better understanding of this chapter, the teaser just gives background.*

Synopsis: Being a pokemon contest idol wasn't easy, it's even harder when you've been an idol since your childhood. Being raised in the Hoenn region and being forced to travel around to participate in contests made it impossible to make any friends since you never stayed anywhere long enough, this all changed in the Kalos region. After making a name there and finally separating your name away from your overbearing parent you decided to move to the Galar region looking for a different life but of course rumors follow and the internet is cruel 

Chapter 1: Gossip is old news

My morning photoshoot went well, luckily leaving me with extra time to enjoy the Hano Grand Resort till my final photoshoot of the night. Hopefully I'll have some left over time to enjoy the Alola region for the few days left in this beautiful island, maybe even catch some new pokemon. After saying my goodbyes to the other models and crew, a girl grabs my attention by calling out my name, “Well if it isn't my favorite pretty girl” I turn to see none other than the gorgeous Galar model Nessa. “Nessa, it's been ages! Are we set for a photoshoot tonight?” 

After catching up with the famed model and finished our last photoshoot for the night we agreed to get dinner and catch up more in the restaurant of the Hano Grand Resort. “I’ve decided to move to the Galar region actually, im looking for a change and hopefully a better life, the Kalos region is nice but is just a never ending life of fashion, and of course as you know my mother still lives there and I’d much rather be as far away from that woman as possible.” I explain to Nessa who is as excited as a yamper upon hearing the news of me moving to her home region. “Have you already found a place?” I nod showing her the location and pictures revealing a cute and comfy cottage on the outskirts of Wedgehurst. “Ah that's not so far from Sonias, I’ll introduce you two when you move. maybe I can even set you up with someone when you move.” Nessa laughs as she makes this joke knowing I don’t focus on relationships, always thinking about my pokemon or work.

 After a few drinks and laughter later we decided to call it a night but just to my luck Nessa was never the best at holding her alcohol, leading the drunken girl to her room which luckily was just down the hall from me since the modeling agency had booked them for us all in advance. As I walk up to her door and drag the card from her handbag and help her change out of her dress and heels and place her on her side and put a glass of water and ibuprofen on the bedside table, “You know Y/N I feel like you’d like my cousin he’s a nice guy” Nessa slurs out right before passing out I giggle at the girls interesting commentary and turn the lights off and head to my room. As I walk out of the room and down the hall I run into a tall man wearing a dress shirt “I’m sorry miss im in a bit of a rush” and leaves before I could even apologize, I watch the man walk away. I turn my head to the sound of several camera snaps, dismissing the sound knowing this resort is filled with models for this event and paparazzi is inevitable whether I like it or not. 

Waking up early was a given sinceI had more shoots in the afternoon and an interview at 10 AM but at the time my phone was blasting I can’t help but think it’s much too early, ignoring the constant buzzing was almost impossible. I grab my phone to see my PokeGram being tagged in a post from the Galar Gossip gram, at first I think they must have been posting about Nessa and I drinking together last night but then I see the picture and see the man I ran into last night. The caption saying the Dragon Gym leader Raihan and I are dating, the post even calls itself out stating that the two of us have never interacted. After quickly finishing getting ready for my interview that was still two hours away, I make my way over to Nessa’s room to try and get an understanding why I’d be suddenly paired with her colleague.  

As I go to knock on Nessa’s room, the door suddenly opens to reveal the very man I'm rumored to date. Before I can process what's happening the male looks around and drags me into the room where I see a very amused Nessa watching the scene in front of her, “I was just about to call you, I need to introduce you to as you've probably heard of your rumored boyfriend and my cousin, Raihan.” Nessa immediately starts laughing at my dumbstruck face, I hear the male besides me sigh as he scratches the back of his neck. “Y/N right? Nessa told me a bit about you sorry about this whole mess, I should have found it a bit suspicious when I received an anonymous text about Nessa being black out drunk in the hall. Thanks for getting her back here last night.” he reaches out to shake my hand. “It wasn’t a problem, definitely wouldn’t be the first time, though knowing that someone planned this makes me curious what would a gossip blog get out of starting such a rumor. I mean most people by now know that while short my love life has always been transparent.” I state as I go to sit down next to nessa. “Exactly why choose Y/N out of all models she's basically untouchable, everyone knows creating false rumors about her will lead you to get blacklisted from any big social events.” As the conversation continues my alarm informs me that I have 30 minutes before my interview. “Sorry Nessa I’ve got my last interview in 30 and my last photoshoot after and I still have to get Gara ready, I can probably set the story straight about this whole rumor situation.”  At the mention of Gara’s name my Garchomp comes out of its pokeball curious and noisy as always, I see Raihan immediately intrigued and pull out a pokepuff and hand it to the ever food motivated Gara. “A dragon type? I never would have taken you for a dragon type of girl” Raihan says showing full interest in me. After saying goodbye to the two I head to my interview on the way to the location provided in Konikoni city, I see a woman with purple hair holding what looks to be a shiny alolan Vulpix and a young blonde haired boy. The woman immediately notices my presence and calls out to me, “Excuse me miss i'm sorry to bother you but would you happen to have anything to heal this pokemon she’s in critical condition and we can’t bring her to the poke center out of fear that moving her will cause more damage.” I immediately pull anything that can help the small pokemon out, the woman introduces herself as Wicke and she voluntarily introduces the young boy as Gladion. Once the vulpix starts to wake she curls into my lap, the sight saddens me thinking of the ninetails I used to do competitions with that my mother retired stating that she was “getting aggressive” which was a total lie the ninetails only ever defended me from her abuse. “I think she likes you, she’d definitely be safer with you than anywhere else.” Wicke said, handing me a premier ball to catch the small fox-like creature, before I could ask the Vulpix if it wanted to come with the pokemon nudged its head clicking against the ball to catch itself. The two said their goodbyes and left as I rushed off to go to my interview now with a new friend in my team.

“Now Miss.Y/N on your social media you posted that you’d be taking a break from modeling and pokemon contests?” The interview processed exactly as I thought it would, I sat across the interviewer with a very comfortable Lila on my lap. “Yes, after this trip I’ll be moving to the Galar region and working on myself for some time, of course I’ll get back into the modeling scene in Galar after some time to adjust.” At the mention of the Galar I see the reporter sit up in interest. “So does this move to Galar have anything to do with Galar Gossips' post about you and Gym leader Raihan allegedly dating?” Even if I expected this question, it still shocks me to hear it out loud. “Sadly I’ve only met Raihan recently though I believe he is a fine gentleman. We don't know each other, other than our mutual connection with Nessa. Maybe if fans really want it we could do some collabs but other than that Raihan and I have no history. The picture of us that the Gossip post posted was simply a picture of Raihan in a rush and accidentally running into me” After finishing the interview up and heading to my final shoot, immediately after I get on a plane heading to my new home in the Galar region.

[monstrousproductions]

We want your feedback about our Ko-Fi!

Heya everyone, Matt here (a rare appearance, I know…!) Hero and I were chatting over the weekend about making some changes to how we structure the Monstrous Productions Ko-Fi and wanted to get your input.

We want to reframe how and what we share, and how we talk about our supporters, to better reflect the values we’d like to promote. Specifically, we want to make supporting us on Ko-Fi feel more like a way for our community to get involved with the show rather than paying to get access to pay-walled content.

One of the foremost ways we want our show to be seen is as a community experience that is as much yours as it is ours, and that’s true whether you’re able to support us financially or not.

The main change we’re considering is to give all tiers of supporters access to all the rewards - that’s additional art, the blog, annotated scripts, etc. People can still choose to support us at different levels, but the actual content they receive would be the same.

We also wanted to rejig the content itself. It’s proven a bit unmanageable for me to make a big piece of key art for every decision, and I’d love to share more concept work/sketches with you. It also doesn’t make a lot of sense to have our key art behind a paywall when we could be using it to promote the show on social media. So the plan might be to publish the bigger illustrations - the one of the Tola and the one of Oli - publicly as promo stuff, and then for me to make more sketchy, concept-y things for Ko-Fi supporters.

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