#spring boot with swagger

[alvarusapb]

Documentando nuestras APIs (Swagger) en Spring boot

Es muy útil poder contar con la documentación de nuestras APIs, (servicios) que exponemos para ser consumidos por otros. En Spring boot tenemos una manera rápida de hacerlo añadiendo esta dependencia a nuestro POM en maven: <dependency> <groupId>org.springdoc</groupId> <artifactId>springdoc-openapi-starter-webmvc-ui</artifactId> <version>2.5.0</version> </dependency> Con esa dependencia…

[valeisaslut]

riding country!ellie with your hands tied behind your back. that’s all i have to say baby ☺️💗

blessed are the ones who sin .♱ ݁˖

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♱ content warnings: country!ellie x preacher’s daughter!reader, dom!reader x light sub!ellie, semi-public barn sex, religious guilt/blasphemy kink, bondage (wrists tied), spit kink, overstimulation, ass slapping, strap-on sex, mutual filth, southern accents, reader in control, ellie gets ruined, overstimmed & begging, both unholy and holy. MEN AND MINORS DNI, likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated 𖥔 ݁ ˖

late summer air hangs thick with the smell of hay and something sweeter— like sin and sweat, like the hot ache of wanting something you ain’t supposed to. the crickets scream from the fields just outside, but inside it’s so quiet you can hear the sound of her chewing gum and the faint creak of the wooden beam you’re tied to.

your wrists are bound behind your back with her bandana. the red one. the one she always ties around her forehead when she’s fixing up her truck or working the stables. it smells like leather and salt and a her. something wild and unruly, something that’s never knelt for god in her life.

you’re kneeling in front of her. back straight. chin high. sweat rolling down your neck.

and ellie’s sitting in the hayloft ladder like it’s a damn throne, legs spread wide in those old jeans and boots caked in dirt, thumb hooked in her belt loop like she’s got all the time in the world.

“you always this mouthy for jesus, baby?” she drawls, slow and thick like molasses.

you raise your brow, smiling through the tension. “only on sundays.”

she laughs — low, rough, half-wicked. not the first time you’ve said something blasphemous in front of her, and it sure as hell won’t be the last.

there’s a rhythm to the way you sin with her. steady, worn into the floorboards. you’ve been sneaking around since spring, maybe longer, depending on how you measure guilt. maybe it started the moment she saw you barefoot on the porch, twirling a popsicle in your mouth with your sunday dress hitched up too high, your smile too slow. maybe it started when she smiled back.

your family doesn’t know.

god help them if they ever did.

they don’t ask where you go in the evenings. don’t ask why you’ve started skipping bible study or why your sheets smell like smoke. they just keep making plans, setting your place at someone else’s table. they say austin’s got a strong back and a clean conscience. that his daddy runs the feed store and his mama’s been praying for a girl just like you. they say you’ll grow to love him, that it’s god’s will, that you were made to serve— soft hands, closed legs, a white dress that won’t wrinkle.

they say purity like it’s a scripture you forgot how to recite.

because your body’s already spoken, louder than any psalm. it remembers the first time ellie touched you — fingers calloused from leather and sun, but gentle when they slipped beneath the cotton hem of your skirt in the back of her truck. it remembers the kiss behind the grain silo, your breath stuttering in her mouth, the way her hands gripped your hips like she was holding back a prayer she didn’t know how to say.

it remembers that sunday service, all tight smiles and tighter throats, when her hand brushed yours beneath the pew and your knees nearly buckled. you said amen with her fingerprints still blooming across your thighs, half a hymn tangled in your teeth.

ellie’s a cowboy. not the kind in songs, the real kind. boots worn through, flannel rolled to the elbows, jaw shadowed, shoulders broad. she rides horses, fixes fences, spits sunflower seeds out the side of her truck.

she’s got the kind of swagger your daddy would call a sickness. the kind of mouth your mama would pray out of you.

and she's kind of girl you couldn’t stop looking at since the day she rode into town with nothing but a duffel bag and a chip on her shoulder.

she doesn’t ask you to be quiet, doesn’t beg you to repent. she lays you down like a secret, one she knows the world will never be good enough to keep.

and you want her.

not just the rough edges, not just the danger.

you want the whole damn thing.

every inch of her, every breath. every long, aching night when she climbs through your window and fucks you so slow you forget how to say god’s name.

“reckon you got no shame,” she murmurs, her southern drawl curling around each word like smoke, eyes dragging over you slow. “kneelin’ for me in your daddy’s barn like a damn altar.”

you smile, all sugar. “ain’t shameful if he ain’t watchin’.”

ellie hums, low in her throat, and shifts forward on the wooden step. she’s flushed already, cheeks rosy, freckles darker in the barnlight. her hat’s tipped back off her head, hair tucked behind her ears. there’s a glint of sweat on her neck.

the strap’s already buckled on her hips —she always comes prepared, cocky little shit— but she hasn’t moved to use it. not yet.

“you been thinkin’ 'bout me?” she asks.

“every night.”

“and what exactly you think about?”

you tilt your head, testing her. “ridin’ you till you cry.”

her eyes flare. that sharp little twist of want crosses her face. the one that makes her jaw flex, her tongue swipe over her lip like she’s trying not to show how bad she wants it.

“you talk real big for someone with her hands tied,” she says, voice slipping a notch lower.

you lean forward, still on your knees, bare from the waist down, tank top damp with sweat and sticking to your back.

“you ain’t never had me ride you proper,” you murmur. “scared you’ll like it too much?”

ellie’s breath catches.

and it doesn’t take much to get her on her back.

ellie can act big and bad all she wants, but there’s something in the way she looks at you, like you’re the only one who ever unraveled her, that makes her pliant under your hands.

or in this case, under your hips.

you straddle her slowly, wrists still bound behind your back, breath caught somewhere between anticipation and ache. it’s awkward at first —not being able to steady yourself— but ellie helps. her hands find your waist, strong and sure, roughened by rope and reins. she holds you like she’s done it a hundred times, like your body was made to fit the mold of her grip.

her strap’s thick, veined, rubber catching light in the humid barn air. when you start to sink onto it, your whole body clenches. it’s wider than you remember, heavier. it doesn’t ease in; it claims space. stretches you open inch by inch until you can feel the pressure bloom behind your ribs, until your cunt swallows the whole length in a slow, trembling glide.

your breath stutters, your thighs shake. it’s not pain, it’s more than that— a full-bodied, spine-deep throb that makes your eyes roll back.

“oh, fuck,” you breathe, voice cracking.

ellie groans, low and drawn out, green irises dark and blown as she watches you sink down onto her cock. her head tips back, resting against the old hay bale, hips twitching up into your heat.

you can feel everything— the drag of the strap against your walls, the way it nudges deeper with every tiny shift. your slick is making it shine where it disappears into you, every breath you take rolls down your spine and settles between your legs. the fullness is obscene, glorious, a weight that makes you feel stuffed and ruined before you've even moved.

“god damn,” she pants, eyes stuck on the place where her cock disappears into you. “look at you.”

ellie’s hands are gripping your ass now, fingertips digging in, not guiding anymore. grounding. bracing. her thighs are tense under yours, trembling with restraint.

she wants to move, to buck up and fuck into you until you forget your name.

but she’s holding back, letting you take your time. letting you own it.

and you bounce— once, then twice, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the hayloft’s hush. it knocks the breath out of both of you.

then you stop.

“ellie.”

she looks up at you.

“spit in my mouth.”

her pupils dilate. something primal cuts across her face— a ripple of heat, a helpless twitch of her hips.

“jesus,” she whispers. then obeys.

you tilt your head back, tongue out, jaw slack. her spit lands hot and thick on your tongue, and your whole body jolts. the heat of it, the weight of her watching you take it.

you swallow it without blinking.

“good fuckin' girl,” she murmurs. voice gone hoarse, reverent, ruined.

“you like that?” you rasp, “like seein’ me all tied up and fuckin’ filthy?”

her answer is a sound you feel more than hear, a moan that starts in her chest and ends in yours.

she pulls the hat off her head.

her auburn locks are damp with sweat, stuck to her forehead. she looks fucked-out already. she twirls the hat once on her finger, then leans forward and settles it right on your head, tilting it low over your brow with a crooked grin.

“there,” she rasps. “now ride me, baby. you know how the sayin’ goes.”

your jaw slackens. your cunt clenches.

and then, you start to really ride her. slow, then faster, letting the friction drag against your clit each time you sink down. it’s messy as it can be. your hands useless behind your back so you can’t hold her, can’t even touch yourself.

all you can do is ride and burn and take it.

and ellie, ellie’s gone. her mouth’s open, eyes half-lidded, jaw slack as she watches you move. she’s panting now, chest heaving beneath her tank. one hand goes to grip your thigh, the other still sitting heavy on your ass.

“god, you look so good like this,” she mumbles. “like a damn dream.”

you roll your hips with a slow grind that makes both of you cry out.

“feel good?” you whisper.

“fuck—yeah. you ridin’ me so good, baby.”

you lean in closer, breath hot against her ear. “you want me to keep goin’?”

she nods, desperate, pupils blown.

“beg.”

you feel her shiver.

“please. please, baby — keep goin’. don’t stop, feels so fuckin’ good—”

you kiss her, hard and messy, even though you can’t hold her, even though it’s more teeth than grace. she whimpers into your mouth, arms wrapping around your back, pressing you flush against her chest.

and still, you ride. up and down, forward and back, each motion deliberate, unrelenting. the cock fucks into you with a rhythm that blurs into need, into instinct. your thighs tremble, your cunt flutters around the length, soaked and stretched, chasing the high that builds with every ruthless grind.

“ellie—”

“i got you,” she whispers. “come for me, baby. c’mon. make a mess all over me, i don’t care— fuck—”

and you do.

it slams into you like a storm. a white-hot burst of heat that shoots down your spine, curls your toes, makes you sob out her name. you collapse against her, writhing, gasping, clenching around nothing but rubber and the heat of her body beneath yours.

ellie holds you, whispers into your neck.

“that’s it. that’s it, pretty girl.”

when you finally stop shaking, breath still catching in your throat, you feel her shift beneath you— just a subtle twitch of her hips, but desperate. like her body’s chasing a high that isn’t hers yet, grinding up into you like it’s her cock inside you, like she can feel every pulse of your cunt in the aftermath.

you pull back just enough to see her face, flushed and slack, her freckles dusted pink, mouth parted. all bravado gone.

“you wanna come too?” you ask, voice soft. shaky.

she nods, fast. eyes wide, red in the cheeks, almost embarrassed.

“then do it."

and just like that, her hands clamp down on your hips, tight, possessive. she starts to thrust up into you with real rhythm— hard, measured, punishing. it’s not just desperate now, it’s practiced, deep. each stroke hits something sharp inside you, something raw and overused, and your whole body jolts with the contact.

the hat on your head tips forward from the force, nearly sliding off. ellie pushes it back with one hand —her eyes still locked on your face— then brings that same palm down on your ass in one sharp slap that makes you gasp, your cunt clenching around the strap with a wet squeeze.

“ride it,” she growls. “come on, baby — fuckin’ ride it.”

you’re already grinding back down to meet her thrusts, overstimulated, every nerve flaring. the strap’s deep inside you, dragging against every swollen edge, and now it’s unbearable— too much, too good, too slick. your body doesn’t know whether to fight it or surrender.

you choose the latter.

you ride her again, even as your thighs shake, even as tears prick the corners of your eyes and the most unholy whimpers and high-pitched moans can't stop falling from your lips. the overstimulation starts as heat, sharp and mean, but then melts into something hotter, filthier. a second orgasm building beneath the wreckage of the first.

ellie’s losing it. thrusting up like she’s fucking for survival, moaning into the space between your bodies, forehead damp, chest slick.

“tell me who you belong to,” she rasps, voice breaking.

“you—fuck—you, baby. always you. always.”

her hips stutter. her fingers bruise your skin.

and you feel it hit her — sudden, unstoppable — the way her thighs snap tight beneath you, her breath punches out in a broken and impossibly slutty cry, her muscles seizing around the thrusts she can’t finish.

you kiss her through it, mouths open, gasping into each other’s lungs, her rhythm still brutal beneath you. riding both orgasms out like a storm.

because just as she comes, so do you. your whole body folding over hers like a wave collapsing. you’re shaking, wrung out and wide open, dripping wet all over her.

it’s filthy. frantic. soaking.

there’s a mess between you now—your slick coating her lower stomach, smeared across her pelvis where your bodies kept grinding together. the base of the strap is soaked, and ellie’s clit is twitching beneath the harness, swollen and aching, nerves sparking with the contact, overstimulated and raw. her jeans sitting wrinkled on her knees. she’s breathless. her beautiful face slack and shining, mouth parted in awe.

you’re both still moving, barely— tiny, involuntary pulses that make your bodies tremble against each other, chasing the last shreds of the high. your thighs are trembling. her chest rises and falls like she’s been sprinting.

and when it’s finally over —when you both go limp in the hay, still pressed together, still shaking— she pulls the hat off your head and drops it beside you with a grin.

“jesus christ, baby” she pants.

you laugh, wrecked and breathless.

“he ain't here.”

“no,” she mutters, nosing at your cheek, lips brushing yours. “but you are.”

the silence after is holy. or—unholy, if we’re speaking in strict biblical terms. but it settles over both of you like grace, thick and reverent. a hush that feels sacred, even if it was born of sin.

the kind of silence that follows after church service, when the air is thick with incense and everyone’s misdeeds still hang like ghosts in the rafters.

you sit on her lap, breath still short, wrists still tied. your forehead pressed against hers. her hands trace lazy circles on your thighs.

“think i just saw the lord,” she mutters, voice hoarse.

you laugh, soft. “he didn’t smite us, that’s somethin’.”

ellie chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple.

“ain’t nothin’ wrong with the way we love, baby.”

you shift in her lap, arms aching now.

“you gonna untie me?”

she smirks. “eventually.”

“ellie.”

“i like you like this.”

“ellie.”

she grins, wide and beautiful and ruined.

“alright, alright,” she says, finally reaching behind you to undo the knot. her fingers are gentle now, like she’s undoing a bow on the prettiest present she’s ever gotten.

you roll your shoulders when you're free, and she presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“still thinkin’ about ridin’ me till i cry?” she asks, lazy, smug.

you hum. “next time.”

and she groans, tilting her head back like she’s already praying for mercy.

you laugh. you kiss her. you taste spit and sweat and salvation.

somewhere in the distance, the church bell rings.

and neither of you answer it.

࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ DAYYUUUMMMMMMMM I ADDED SOME LORE TO MAKE IT MORE INTERESTING BUT GAWD DAMN IM WET W MY OWN WRITING. huge HUGE HUGE love and tysm to MIA THE LOVE OF MY LIFE you live in my brain rent free and you've been here since THE first day. words can't even start to describe how much i love you. my baby. my wife. my real one. will forever love you like the moon loves the sun. okay poetic. but seriously i love you endlessly.

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[charmandabear]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

Summary:

Just some nice little smut inspired by Noctis’ Rockstarion render as well as Purple Danger Noodle’s incredible art. (Seen above, and I have permission to post this!)

Pairing: Astarion/Halsin Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2k Tags/Warnings: modern au, rock band au, band manager halsin, rockstarion, anal fingering, hand job, anal sex, desk sex, soft daddy dom Halsin, brat Astarion, blood drinking

I’d been meaning to post this for a while, but I figured today is a good day because tonight I’ll be streaming my Astarion origin run, right in time for Halsin’s romance scene! Check me out on Twitch, I’ll be streaming at 7:30 Central time. Hope to see you there!

Read it on AO3

Astarion swaggers offstage, covered in sweat and glitter, endorphins running high. He bursts into Halsin’s office only to find his manager bent over some papers with a serious expression on his face. Well, this simply won’t do at all. He pops himself onto the corner of Halsin’s desk, leather pants squeaking as he crosses his legs. Halsin glances up at him over his glasses, unamused by the rock star’s antics.

“Astarion,” he says in a low voice, a warning. A cheeky grin slides onto Astarion’s face as he nudges Halsin’s thigh with the toe of his boot. Halsin sighs, takes off his glasses, and stands to tower over Astarion.

“Another charge from the hotel. What on God’s green earth possessed you to steal the hair dryer? Did you need to rip it out of the wall?” He folds his beefy arms and fixes Astarion with a reproachful stare. Astarion uncrosses his legs and leans back on his hands, returning Halsin’s stern look with an impish one. Halsin steps between Astarion’s legs and slides a hand into his long silvery locks, giving a quick little tug. Astarion’s mouth pops open as a satisfied groan escapes his painted lips, his hips tipping forward to try to close the distance between them.

Halsin pulls him into a hard kiss, pressing his groin against the growing bulge in Astarion’s pants. He slips his tongue past the musician’s lips, the acrid taste of menthol cigarettes and tequila lingering in his mouth. He breaks the kiss, keeping their faces in close proximity.

“I thought I told you to stop smoking those awful things,” he says gruffly. “They’ll ruin your voice and then I’ll be out of a job.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy Halsin, with a talent like yours you’ll never be out of a job,” he says with a breathy chuckle, and reaches forward to palm his manager’s cock, earning a low grumble in return. Halsin tightens his hand in Astarion’s hair, who gasps and pulls his lips back into a smile, his fangs glinting in the low light of the office.

“I’ve told you not to call me that.” Halsin’s tone is threatening, but his rutting hips give him away. Astarion hooks his thigh high boots around Halsin’s waist and pulls him closer.

“So do something about it, daddy,” Astarion taunts, and with a single motion Halsin tears through Astarion’s pants, the leather ripping easily at the seams. The rock star isn’t wearing any underwear, most likely because he knew he was going to get lucky one way or another. His cock springs forth, pink bulbous tip already leaking with a drop of precum. Halsin takes it in his hand and swipes his thumb over the slit, gathering the liquid onto his finger.

“Open,” he commands and Astarion obeys instinctively, taking his thumb into his mouth and sucking ferociously. The taste of himself dances over his tongue and he looks up at Halsin with round coquettish eyes. Halsin returns the look, heavy lidded, his breath stuttering as Astarion’s tongue swirls around his thumb. With his other hand, he quickly undoes his belt, pulling out his own girthy cock and letting it land with a thump on the desk. When Astarion sees it, his moan vibrates through Halsin’s hand.

Halsin curls his fingers around Astarion’s jaw and pulls him forward so his lips can press against the pale elf’s ear. 

“Little one, how much of my cock do you think you’ll be able to take tonight? A third? Half?” he hums in a low tone, and Astarion shudders.

“All of it, please,” he whimpers as he pops Halsin’s thumb out of his mouth, a trail of saliva still connected to his lips. Halsin utters a low and dangerous chuckle, taking his slick thumb and pressing it to Astarion’s puckering rim. 

“Will you let me take the time to stretch you out properly? You have not been known for your patience, historically.” He pushes his thumb past his entrance and Astarion rewards him with a needy whine.

“Yes, please, I’ll be patient,” he says through gasping breaths, “just please don’t stop.” He lets his vinyl jacket slide off his arms and latches his hands onto the back of Halsin’s neck to brace himself.

Continuing to work his thumb inside Astarion, Halsin’s hand fumbles with his desk drawer, pulling out a jar of coconut oil. He yanks one of Astarion’s hands from his neck and presses the jar into his palm.

“Be good and open it for me, would you, love?” He grunts, focusing his energy on twisting and pumping his thumb. Astarion opens the jar eagerly, holding it out for Halsin to scoop it with his unoccupied hand. The sweet smell he now associates with fucking his manager wafts up to his nose and his cock twitches in response.

“Coming around on the coconut oil, are you?” Halsin laughs, and Astarion makes a failed attempt to pout.

“You fucking hippie,” he gasps, his voice completely overtaken by desire. Halsin takes a generous chunk of the white substance and it quickly melts on his warm fingers. He pulls out his thumb and replaces it with two oiled digits and Astarion drops the jar somewhere on the carpeted floor.

“That better not have broken, my Star,” Halsin warns as Astarion pushes himself further down onto his thick fingers. He roughly grabs the vampire’s pointed chin, holding it tight between his forefingers and the thumb that had just been inside him. “Understood? I’d rather not have to punish you for something so trivial.” A wide grin breaks out across Astarion’s lips.

“I promise, Daddy Halsin, when you punish me it will be for a very good reason,” he replies wickedly, running his tongue across the tip of his fangs. Halsin let out a primal growl before silencing him with another fierce kiss. He roughly thrusts his fingers into Astarion, putting the weight of his hips behind it. Halsin’s throbbing cock skids across the glossy surface of the desk, aching to be inside his obstinate charge. He scissors his fingers hastily and Astarion cries into his lips, hooking his heels into the soft flesh of Halsin’s ass.

“Well then why don’t you put those pretty little lips to good use before you give me one?” Halsin growls, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the tip of his cock. He bares his neck to Astarion whose tongue darts over his lips hungrily. “Kissing and licking only, you must earn the right to bite,” he clarifies and Astarion lets out an exasperated whine that gets quickly cut off by Halsin pushing into him.

“Fuck, Astarion,” he groans as the musician licks the sweat from his neck. “You’re so tight, are you sure you can take it?”

“Yes, please,” he says on a breathy moan, his fingers coiling into Halsin’s auburn hair. “I need to feel you, I need to taste you, please, I can take it, I promise, I’ll be so good for you.” 

Halsin laughs quietly; he has such a way with lyrics, and yet it’s still so easy to reduce him to a babbling mess. He slides in a little deeper, Astarion panting and squeezing his eyes shut. Halsin grabs his chin again and brings the musician’s gaze to him.

“Look at me, my Star, look at me and breathe,” he coos gently and Astarion’s wet eyes lock onto Halsin’s face. He kisses him again, languid and slow this time, and pushes in a little further. “That’s my good boy, taking me so well.” Halsin strokes Astarion’s neglected cock, earning a stuttered whimper in response. His hips cant into Halsin’s hand, desire and need driving him forward.

“You’re almost there,” Halsin continues his tender coaxing, “and you feel so good, my Star.” His forehead falls onto Astarion’s shoulder, the spice from his cologne overtaking his senses. He’s trying to control his speed, but his head grows cloudy with the rocker’s heady scent and he pushes a little too fast. Astarion cries out in response and Halsin instinctively pulls out slightly.

“No, please don’t stop,” Astarion mewls pathetically, “I can take it, I need you inside me, please Halsin.”

“So hungry,” Halsin laughs, “but for my cock or my blood, I wonder?” Astarion clings to his hair and tightens his legs, pulling Halsin in completely until he bottoms out. They both groan loudly, their voices mixing together in a symphony of hedonistic desire. 

“Hnng, such a good boy,” Halsin wheezes and tilts his head, exposing his neck. “My good boy has earned his reward.” Astarion sinks his fangs into Halsin’s thick jugular and drinks deeply, his sweet blood flooding his mouth and rushing directly to his cock. He grabs onto the collar of Halsin’s button down, his breaths coming in short stuttered puffs with each thrust of Halsin’s cock. Halsin growls wordlessly into Astarion’s ear, his lips brushing against the tip. Astarion unlatches from Halsin’s neck, blood dripping down his front and splashing onto his chest, seeping easily through his mesh shirt.

“Must you always leave a mess wherever you go?” Halsin grumbles and Astarion lasciviously licks blood off his fingers.

“But you’ll put up with it for this tight little hole,” he responds with a cheeky grin, the recent blood he drank making him bold. Halsin roughly pulls out of him and grabs the leather collar around his neck, pulling him closer.

“What was that about me punishing you for a good reason?” he hisses, and before Astarion can respond the burly elf has him flipped around and bent over the desk, his rock hard cock caught between the smooth mahogany and the leather strap across his stomach. Halsin grabs hold of Astarion’s silver locks and pulls his head up as he continues fucking him from behind. 

“You’ll clean up after yourself, won’t you little Star? Say ‘Yes, Daddy Halsin.’” Halsin’s voice is gruff and stuttered, and Astarion can tell he’s getting close. The friction from Halsin’s thrusts pushing his cock into the desk is bringing Astarion to the precipice as well.

“I thought you didn’t like it when I called you that,” Astarion rasps, his words losing some of their sharp edge given how strangled they are. Halsin pulls harder on Astarion’s hair and the rock star gasps out a laugh.

“Yes, Daddy Halsin,” he huffs, and his compliance earns him Halsin’s hand on his cock. He groans with relief, pushing his hips back into his manager’s while also thrusting into his hand. 

“My beautiful Star,” he grunts into Astarion's shoulder, his thrusts losing pace and growing erratic. Astarion lets his head fall back, breathing heavy, losing himself in the sensations. Halsin pumps his hand vigorously and moans loudly when Astarion comes, his seed spilling over his fingers and dripping down onto the desk. A few more rough thrusts and Halsin's coming too, groaning and feeling Astarion clench around his pulsing cock.

The two of them still, panting and coming down off their sex-induced high. Halsin kisses Astarion’s shoulder and pulls out, stepping back to survey the damage. He has blood splattered across his collar and down his arm, sweat and semen mix together in the crumpled mess of papers on the desk. Astarion leans forward on his hands, giggling.

Halsin tucks his softening cock back into his pants and straightens his bloodied shirt. 

“Well now,” he says in a much more genial tone, “you can get started on cleaning up all of this, and I think I'll go take a shower.” Astarion whips around, fixing Halsin with a shocked glare.

“There is no way in hell am I cleaning up this mess,” he pouts, and Halsin hooks a finger through the o-ring on Astarion's collar, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.

“You will, little Star, if you don't want the hotel damages to come out of your bottom line,” he murmurs, reaching around and giving Astarion’s bare ass cheek a tight squeeze. “But I suppose you've earned the right to clean yourself up first.” He tugs on Astarion's collar and the musician stumbles forward, his lips curling into a smile as Halsin leads him to the shower in the adjacent room.

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

what we burn for

one-shot

Pairing: Dean x Viv

Warnings: angst, kissing, dry humping (kinda?)

Word Count: 1,865

a/n: bit different to what i usually do. i made this for @emeraldcrs because she's actually a sweetheart who made me an edit i wasn't expecting at all (and it made me so happy, i cried!!!) and i wanted to show her how much i appreciated the picture AND her. so... i wrote this lil one-shot for her. hope you like it, viv! <3

The spell fizzled out like everything else she touched these days—half-formed, smoke curling in on itself, then gone. No flash of light. No gust of power. Just the dim flicker of candles and her own breath, short and sharp in the dark.

Vivien wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, smudging ash and dried blood down her jaw. Her palms were still warm from the magic, but the chill of the stone floor crept into her knees, reminding her how long she'd been kneeling in the circle. Three hours.

Three months. Three months since he'd left. Three months since she told him not to. Three months since he did anyway.

She stood slowly, every joint aching from stillness and spite, and blew out the centre candle with a whisper of breath. The wind outside howled through the eaves, shaking the old academy's bones. The candles flared. Then—

Footsteps.

Her entire body tensed before she even turned. She knew the weight of those steps. The drag of his boots. The hesitation masked in swagger.

She didn't look when the door creaked open. Just said, voice flat, "You're late."

"You always were a shitty host," Dean muttered from behind her.

Vivien exhaled through her nose. "And you always did love making an entrance."

She heard the door click shut. Heard him breathe—tight, shallow. Smelled the dried blood before she saw it. He was hurt. Again. She didn't turn around.

Dean stepped closer, boots echoing on the stone. "You summon something?"

"Nothing worth keeping."

There was silence then. The kind that grew teeth. It stretched between them like a trap, daring either of them to spring it.

Finally, she spoke, low and sharp: "Why are you here?"

"You left pie on my windowsill," he said. A pause. "Three months ago."

Her jaw clenched. "So you came running?"

"I bled on three continents since then, Viv. Don't flatter yourself."

She turned at that.

And there he was.

Bruised cheekbone. New scar at the hinge of his jaw. Flannel half-soaked from the rain. Eyes that wouldn't meet hers, not yet. That same unbearable smell—gunpowder, leather, and everything she couldn't forget.

"You look like shit," she said.

"You still talk too much," he replied.

But his voice cracked a little.

And she saw it—just for a second—the grief buried under his smirk. The loneliness. The ache.

Vivien crossed her arms. "You left without a word."

Dean looked at her, really looked at her, and the candles flickered again.

"I had to," he said.

"No, you didn't."

Another silence.

Then: "I didn't know if I'd make it back."

"You didn't even say goodbye."

"I didn't think you'd want me to."

She flinched. Just a little. But it was enough. She hated the way his voice dropped when he was about to lie to her.

"I didn't think you'd want me to," Dean said again, quieter this time, like if he softened it enough it wouldn't hit so hard.

Vivien let the silence stretch until it hurt.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Pretend you don't know exactly what you mean to me."

His jaw flexed. His hands—cut up and raw—curled into fists at his sides. "I'm not pretending anything."

"Oh please," she snapped. "You disappear for months, come back bloodied to hell, act like nothing happened, and I'm just supposed to what—bake you another pie?"

Dean's mouth opened. Closed. He looked away.

"That's what you do, right?" She kept going, voice sharper now, breath catching. "Come back when you feel like it. Bleed on my doorstep. Take what you want and leave again."

"That's not fair," he bit out.

"Isn't it?"

"No," he growled. "You don't get to stand there and act like I don't think about you every goddamn day I'm gone. Like I don't check your warding sigils from the road. Like I don't go out of my mind thinking about whether some goddamn vamp's gonna sink its teeth into your throat the second I'm not here—"

"Then stay, Dean!" She shouted, the words ricocheting off the stone walls. "Stay, just once. Choose something that doesn't end in blood!"

"I can't!"

The crack in his voice stopped her cold.

"I can't stay, Viv," he repeated, softer now, voice fraying. "Not when I'm the thing that brings the blood."

Vivien stared at him, chest heaving. The magic still hadn't settled—she could feel it fizzing in her palms like carbonation under her skin.

"You think I don't bleed without you here?" She whispered. "You think my world just... stops falling apart because you're not around to see it?"

Dean looked at her like she'd just torn open something inside him. Something he'd locked down tight.

"You left, Dean," she said. "And I waited. Like a goddamn fool, I waited. Every hunt, every spell, every night I woke up choking on air because I thought maybe this time, you weren't coming back—"

"Vivien."

She froze.

Not Viv. Vivien.

He only said it when he was bleeding on the inside. When he meant every word that followed. When he didn't want to.

Dean took one step toward her. Just one. But it hit harder than any blow.

"You think I don't want to stay?" He asked. "You think I don't want to crawl into that bed upstairs and forget every bad thing that's ever touched us? You think I don't dream about it?"

He swallowed hard.

"But I don't get to have nice things, Vivien. I never have. And I sure as hell don't get to have you."

Silence, again.

But this time it wasn't sharp. It was suffocating.

Vivien took a slow, shaking breath.

"You already do."

She said it so quietly, Dean almost didn't hear it. But the words landed like a match in dry grass. And when he looked at her—really looked—he saw it.

The way her chest heaved like she'd just run ten miles. The shimmer of unshed tears in those ever-shifting eyes—stormlight and steel. The faint, trembling pulse in her throat like her body couldn't decide if it wanted to fight him or fall into him.

Dean took another step forward.

She didn't move. Not away.

He reached up, slowly, fingers brushing a streak of soot from her cheek. His hand lingered there, rough knuckles against her skin, warm and shaking.

"You think I don't feel it too?" He whispered.

Vivien's lips parted, but no sound came out.

"You think I haven't tried to bury it?" He said, lower now. Closer. "I've tried to fuck it out. Drink it out. Burn it out. Doesn't work."

She blinked, barely breathing.

"I still taste your name when I bleed."

That broke something.

She surged forward, fingers twisted in his jacket, and kissed him like it was the last thing she'd ever do.

And Dean—Dean grabbed her like he was drowning. One hand at her jaw, the other around her waist, dragging her flush to him as he kissed her back with every ugly, unsaid thing he never had the guts to speak.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't sweet. It was months of longing, of fear, of all those nights they'd spent apart wishing they were braver than this.

His mouth devoured her, their teeth clashing, breath ragged, her fingers tugging hard at his hair until he groaned into her.

And then—then—it changed. She whimpered. Just a tiny, desperate sound against his lips.

Dean froze.

Then pulled back just an inch, just enough to say, voice dark and low against her mouth: "Oh... you like that, huh?"

Her breath hitched.

Dean grinned—sharp, smug, wrecked—and shoved her back against the stone wall behind them. Not hard. But with purpose. Her gasp punched the air between them.

"Wrap your leg around me, Viv."

She did. Instinctively. Magic shivered in the air the second her thigh hooked around his waist.

Dean slid a hand between them, grabbed her thigh—firm—and shifted, pressing her down on the solid line of his own.

She gasped again, forehead falling to his shoulder. "Dean—"

"Shhh." His voice was rough silk against her ear. "Don't talk. Just let me."

He rocked up, slow and steady, dragging her against him like he needed this, needed her, and her nails dug into his back as her hips jerked once, then again.

Dean groaned into her neck. "That's it. C'mon, Vivien."

Another gasp. A choked little sob against his throat.

Her magic crackled—candles exploded in the room, snuffing out in a rush of wind.

He didn't stop. Didn't flinch.

"Let go," he whispered. "I've got you. I've always got you."

And when she came, shuddering against him, Dean held her like she was the only thing keeping him tethered to the world.

i really, really hope you liked this, viv. i really love the russell aesthetic you made me and i just wanted to give you a lil something in return! <3

[redheadsburnhotter]

The Man I Wanna Be

Part 5 of the New Tricks series.

Eliot stepped behind her. He kept his voice low enough not to be overheard.

"We need to talk".

Jojo froze. She didn't look at him.

"No, I really don't think we do".

Eliot returns but Jojo isn't ready to forgive and forget...

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It had been 3 months and the only word they’d had from Eliot was a brief text to Sophie, saying he didn’t know when he’d be back. Nate obviously read when as “if” but for now they were operating without a Hitter. It had meant some careful planning, but so far it had worked.

For the first 2 weeks, Jojo had been angry. Once that had abated, she missed it. At least the anger had masked the hollow feeling in her chest whenever Parker made one of her off the wall remarks, or she saw something that would have made him laugh, and she turned to look at him and he wasn’t there.

Keeping busy helped, so she started filling her days off with activities. Less time to brood over what had gone wrong. Better to concentrate on something constructive than to spend the evenings trying to figure out what was wrong with her that had made him just leave.

A poker class filled a few hours, which then turned into a regular game at the home of one of the other pupils. Jojo discovered she liked poker a lot. She liked the focus it required, stopping her thoughts from wandering in dangerous directions, and she liked the people she was meeting. It was good to spend time with a group who’d never even heard of Eliot Spencer.

She bumped into Lt. Bonanno at the game occasionally and he was polite enough to play along with her claim to work as a ‘security consultant’ with barely more than a raised eyebrow.

By 3 months, she felt like she may be getting back to some semblance of normality.

At the beginning of May, winter had released its hold on the city and it was easier to feel cheerful when the sun shone.

Jojo had taken greater than usual care in getting dressed that morning. She’d agreed to go to the re-opening of her friend Jeanette’s beauty salon that evening, and she’d be going straight from that week’s briefing. Jeanette knew all about Eliot (well, apart from what either of them actually did for a living) and kept dropping hints about ‘getting back out there’ or about men she thought Jojo should meet. She couldn’t be sure Jeanette would spring one of her many suggestions on her at the event this evening. In case she did, though, there was no harm in trying to look good, even if dating was not on her agenda right now.

To that end, she’d decided on a clingy wool dress in a dark grey and over the knee boots that had just enough pirate swagger to make her feel like she could handle anything.

Well, just about anything. As the team sat at the counter, listening to Nate brief the next job, the door to the apartment swung open.

Eliot stood in the doorway. He didn’t come in, as if he felt that he may not be welcome.

He needn’t have worried. Hardison, Parker, and Sophie welcomed him warmly. A whisper from Sophie cutting off Parker’s inevitable questioning. Even Nate gave him a curt “welcome back” before enquiring sarcastically if they could please now get on with the briefing. No-one seemed to notice Jojo’s lack of greeting.

Once the briefing was over, she fled to the bathroom and called Jeanette.

“I’m calling because I need a tiny favour. Could Jeremy swing round and pick me up after work? That's if he’s coming straight there.”

“I’m sure he can. I’ll give him a call.”

“And, feel free to say no. Do you think he could pretend to be picking me up for a date?”

“Girl, are you asking me to ask my fiance to pretend to be your date? I assume you have a good reason?”

“It’s Eliot. He’s back.”

“I’ll call Jeremy now and call you back.”

A minute later Jeanette called.

“He’ll be about half an hour.”

As she returned, the team relocated downstairs. While she stood at the bar, Eliot stepped behind her. He kept his voice low enough not to be overheard.

“We need to talk.”

Jojo froze. She didn’t look at him.

“No, I really don’t think we do.” Her phone buzzed and she checked her messages.

“OUTSIDE. JEREMY.”

She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sorry, but I’ve got to go.” Collecting her bag, she headed out the door as quickly as she could while trying not to look like she was running away.

Outside the bar, Jeanette’s tall blond stock broker boyfriend was leaning against a black Ferrari and clutching a bunch of flowers. At her approach, he stood up and handed her the flowers while leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.

“Sorry I’m late, darling. Shall we get moving”. He opened the passenger door and Jojo smiled gratefully as she slid in to the car.

Once inside, she thanked Jeremy, who seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

“I always said I was a frustrated thespian. Do you want me to make a bit of noise?”

“That could work.” Jeremy pulled away from the kerb with a rev of the engine.

Jojo looked down at the flowers on her lap. “I assume these are for Jeanette?”

“No, those are for you. Jeanette’s are in the back.” He gestured to a larger bouquet in the back seat. “I thought you deserved some, too.”

Her phone buzzed, a text from Sophie.

“WELL PLAYED”.

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Outwardly, things had returned to normal. Nate talked to clients and the team did their jobs with their normal efficiency. Jojo and Eliot were polite, professional and distant. He’d given up on trying to talk to her, it seemed. According to Sophie, he’d watched the Ferrari drive off and had soon made his excuses and left himself.

Now they’d taken on a job in a town north of Boston involving a dodgy car dealer. Parker was busy making sure she and Hardison were in with the car theft ring. Jojo's task was finding a source of at least 8 high end cars, and a car carrier to transport them. She’d located the perfect place. The local country club was hosting a golf tournament for the Police Dept. Lots of nice cars, which would be a priority for the police to recover.

Returning to the hotel that evening, Jojo found she was the first back. She got herself a drink and sat in the hotel’s secluded, small garden with her book.

She looked up as she heard footsteps approach. Eliot was standing a few steps away. His arms folded as he looked at her in silence. Jojo put down her book and stood up.

“We really need to talk.”

Jojo shook her head and began to walk past him. Eliot took a step into her path.

“Are you going to let me explain?”

That was all it took. Weeks of frustrated anger boiled over and Jojo finally lost her temper.

“Explain, Explain! You left Eliot! You asked me out and then you didn’t turn up. No call, no message, just left. Then you waltz back in as if nothing happened. I’m not sure there’s anything left to say.” She turned to walk away towards the other exit. Eliot grabbed her arm.

“Dammit, just let me,” he seemed to realise he was still holding her arm and let go. “I had some issues I needed to work out, so when I was offered a job, I took it.”

“Issues! Well, good for you. Next time just send us a postcard and maybe don’t drag me into it.”

“The issue was you,” Eliot blurted out.

“Me!” Jojo wasn’t getting any calmer. “So, what, this was my fault?”

“No. It was you and me, us.” He raked his hand through his hair as he searched for the right words. “When those guys took you, we didn’t know where you were or what they’d done to you. I nearly lost it. It took all my self control not to kill them. I got to thinking, if we were, well, I’m not sure what I’d have done.”

Jojo stopped. A small part of her understood. Could imagine how she’d have felt in his position. But the anger still burned.

“So you thought leaving would fix that? Glad to know I’m that easy to get over”.

She turned to walk away when Eliot grabbed her arm and turned her. He slid his arms around her, locking them in place.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

For a long second, they both stood still. Then Eliot dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers, softly, feather light. A shiver ran through her. He pulled back, waiting for her response. Jojo put her hands on his chest and pushed. He let go immediately and stepped back to sit on the edge of the table, eyes still on her.

Her brain was whirring. Her anger fought with the need to be in his arms and with the feelings that came when she saw his blue eyes looking more vulnerable than she’d ever seen.

In the end, there was no real choice. Stepping forward, she pressed her lips to his. Eliot’s shoulders relaxed as he let out the breath he’d been holding. His hands found her waist as he kissed her back. Gently at first, lips caressing hers, giving her the room to break away if she wanted. Each touch sending butterflies fluttering in her abdomen. After a while, the kiss grew deeper as he moulded his lips to hers. His arms slid around her, one hand at the nape of her neck, stroking the exposed flesh gently, one at the small of her back, drawing her closer. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, fingers entangled in his hair, eliciting a soft moan from him. Jojo had never been kissed like this. It was as if his lips were setting off small electric sparks to her very centre. The touch of his tongue to hers sent a shock through her that made her go weak at the knees.

They both drew back to draw shaky breaths. Eliot didn’t let go, resting his forehead against hers.

“So, does that mean you’ve resolved your issues?”

“No, but I think I’ve learned to live with them.”

“Ok then. I can live with that.”

His arms slid closer around her. His voice was husky.

“Did you want to, maybe, move this upstairs?”

Jojo reluctantly resisted her instinct to agree.

“No, not tonight. It’s not that I don’t want to, because believe me I really want to, but it’s going to take me a while to trust you again. I don’t want to rush this.”

Eliot put one hand to her face, pushing a wayward curl back.

“That’s fine sweetheart, we’ll go as slow as you want.”

A small glow formed in the pit of her stomach. It felt good to be sweetheart to him again. She looked into his face, suddenly shy.

“Do you think we could, well, keep this to ourselves? See where it’s going before the others find out?” He just nodded.

They could hear Hardison’s voice through the garden doors, and Eliot dropped his arms. Jojo stepped away, picked up her book and headed for the other door back into the hotel.

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cliffhanger-tastic chapter 46 preview

The bandit with the crossbow emerged from the shadow of the trees. The light caught on the buttons of his prison uniform and traveled up to flash on teeth bared in a grin. As he took in Luca, the grin widened.

Hodge had made the bad mistake of crawling out of his tent. Seeing the bandit, he tried to retreat, but the crossbow swung around to point at him.

“Out you come,” said the man. “Hands over your head, now. There’s a good fellow.”

Toby stumbled out of the wood, held at crossbow-point by another bandit. Two more men emerged behind him. One was a Northman, his hair almost as pale as Luca’s. He was armed with a sword—Saunders’s sword, Luca realized belatedly. He was wearing Saunders’s boots, too.

The fourth bandit was wearing the Steward’s coat. His hands were shoved in the pockets; he swaggered out from the trees, whistling a high, bright tune. When he saw Doran, he lit up as if he’d seen an old friend.

“Doran! It’s me, Harry Riggs. We met a few weeks back. Did you miss me?”

“No,” said Doran hoarsely.

Riggs looked genuinely crestfallen. It was an act, and a mocking one, but he had the sort of elastic face that could pull itself into a convincing facsimile of any expression.

“No, he says! And after we went through all this effort to track him down. That’s no way to treat a pal.”

“Want me to shoot him?” offered the bandit whose crossbow was still pointed at Toby.

“Not yet, Murdock. Let’s hear what he has to say for himself.” Riggs turned an elastic smile on Doran. “You can start by explaining why you lied about the other slaves in your company.”

“Dunno what you’re talking about.”

“Lying again? You’re only digging the hole deeper, you know. Well, let me remind you. You told us you were traveling with two other slaves, a cook and a scribe. I assume the fellow with the ladle is the cook.”

He nodded at Connell, who’d thrown his hands up when he saw the bandits; he was still holding the ladle he’d been using to stir the pot of soup which bubbled away over the campfire.

It’s going to burn, thought Luca absently.

Stupid of him. As if the soup mattered now.  

“Plausible enough,” said Riggs after a moment. “But if he’s the cook, that little barbarian is the scribe. And this is where I start to doubt your story, Doran. That boy is no scribe.”

Hodge spoke up, words tripping together in his eagerness.

“He was General Balkas’s bed-boy. The King’s before that. Check his brand.”

Connell threw the ladle at him. But it was too late. A hand came down on Luca’s shoulder. The Northman’s; it was almost as big as Ged’s. He threw Luca down as if he weighed nothing at all.

Luca landed on his hands and knees. He had only a moment to register that this was a bad position to be in before the Northman was on him, yanking his tunic up. The wind was cold on his back, but the heat of the hand tracing the brand between his shoulders offered no comfort.

“He’s got the False King’s mark,” said the Northman, breathless with excitement. He pinched the scarred skin hard enough to make tears spring to Luca’s eyes. “The stinking lily of Solas. Shame to mar a thing so fine with such an ugly mark.”

Luca bit back a gasp as the Northman shoved a knee between his legs, forcing them open. The man’s beard scraped his neck.

“Pretty little barbarian bitch,” he murmured. “This is a good position for you. Did the False King fuck you like this?”

Rough hands slid over his chest to pluck and twist at his nipples. Another knee joined the first, spreading Luca wider and forcing him to arch his back in some awful parody of invitation.

Distantly, he heard Doran shouting.

“Stop it! For gods’ sakes, stop! You can’t do this, you said you’d free us, you swore—”

“Should’ve gotten it in writing,” said Riggs with a shrug. “Besides, you lied. If we had a contract, it’s void now.”

The Northman thrust his hips forward, rubbing his crotch against Luca. Luca could feel the shape of him. He could imagine the taste, the weight of it in his throat. Already he felt it choking him.

“How’s his ass feel, Jacken?” called the bandit holding the crossbow on Toby.

“Expensive.” A thumb teased the seam of Luca’s breeches. “Wonder what it feels like from the inside.”

Doran started towards them. Riggs made a small movement; a switchblade glinted in his hand.

“Ah, ah. None of that, Doran. Stay where you are; we haven’t finished talking. And you can take that pigsticker from your belt and drop it. I don’t trust you not to try something you’ll regret.”

Doran laid his dagger down. His empty hands flexed at his sides.

“We made a deal, damn it.”

“With conditions, Doran. With conditions.”

“I did what you told me to! Saunders, the Steward—”

He broke off, realizing what he’d said.

In a low voice, Connell said, “For gods’ sakes, Dor, what did you do?”

“Go on, Doran,” said Riggs. “Tell your friend what you did.”

“I killed them,” said Doran, tearing the words out of himself. “I had to. He said—you, Riggs, you said it was a test, you said—if I wanted to be free and fight for Kenever, I had to prove it, I had to—and I did—”

“Yes, but there was a second part of the test, wasn’t there? You were supposed to bring us the two free men left in your party.”

“I couldn’t! Not when you wouldn’t tell me what you were going to do to Toby—”

“What’s so special about this Toby, then?” asked Riggs. “Is he your lover?”

“I’m his brother,” said Toby, ignoring Doran’s muffled noise of surprise. “He might not like me very much, but he still likes me too much to kill me.”

“Brothers, eh? That explains a thing or two.” The knife flickered over Riggs’s knuckles in a lazy figure-eight. “Too bad you’re not my brother, Toby. I certainly don’t like you too much to kill you.”

The bandit holding the crossbow on Toby drew back the arrow. The click was so loud it jolted Luca’s heart, as if the arrow had lodged there.

“Wait, for gods’ sakes!” Doran shouted. “He’s important, I swear to you. His father—our father was Duke of Chesten.”

This was enough to distract Jacken from rubbing off against Luca’s ass.

“That means his mother’s Princess Amelia. Riggs, that’s Kenever’s half-sister!”

“I know,” said Riggs shortly. His mouth was turned down at the corners. He narrowed his eyes at Toby. “So I’m to believe you’re Kenever’s nephew.”

“I am,” said Toby—and oh, he was so brave; his voice only trembled a little. “Kenever came to our house once. Mother was terribly rude to him. I thought he was nice, though, even if his mother was from Guye.”

“That tracks,” said Jacken. “Amelia’s a bitch, by all accounts, and she hates the True King.”

“Then again,” said Riggs, “he could be lying.”

“He’s not lying, I swear to you,” said Doran. “On my life, I swear it.”

Riggs’s mouth lengthened into something like a smile.

“On your life, eh?”

“He gave me a coin,” said Toby quickly. “Kenever, I mean. A very old coin from Guye. It’s in my pack, in the pocket with the geometry proofs and the mouse skeleton.”

One of the bandits rifled through Toby’s pack. He produced the coin, along with the proofs, the skeleton, and some very odd mushrooms. The mushrooms he discarded with a grimace. The coin he flipped to Riggs, who studied it before shrugging.

“He could’ve gotten this anywhere,” he said, tucking the coin into his pocket. “It doesn’t prove anything.”

Toby’s cry of “Then give it back, you thief!” was drowned out by Doran bellowing, “What more do you want, you murdering bastard? Scald the land, he’s a prince, I tell you!”

Riggs made a sign. The bandit who’d pointed his crossbow at Luca swung it round to point at Doran. There was a click as the arrow notched into place.

The clearing went still.

“Ah, what a shame you keep making trouble for yourself, Doran,” said Riggs, clucking his tongue. “Now it’s time to choose.”

“Choose what?”

“You or Toby. One of you leaves here alive. Your choice.”

Doran didn’t hesitate.

“Me,” he said. “Kill me.”

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Im getting close to the end of adwd and I'm missing the Jon from the earlier parts of the series so could you do an mlm bot where the user pretty much takes Ygritte's place(except he's actually around Jon's age) when Jon is traveling with the Wildlings

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Stolen Kiss - c.ai , j.ai

Jon Snow, torn between duty and desire, finds himself unraveling under the weight of a mission—and the quiet, inescapable pull of the wildling who sees through every mask he wears.

Snowflakes clung to the fur of Jon’s cloak as he trudged behind the others, the wind at his back whispering secrets he couldn’t quite catch. His boots sank into the crusted snow with each step, crunching rhythmically alongside the muffled thrum of his pulse. Ghost padded ahead, silent and spectral, but even his presence did little to calm the unease curling tight in Jon’s gut. The wildlings moved like they were born of this land—easy, sure-footed, unburdened. Jon still moved like a crow in borrowed feathers.

And then there was him.

Neri had slipped into Jon’s days like spring thaw creeping under ice. He was everything Jon wasn’t—loud where Jon was quiet, reckless where Jon was cautious, all flashing grins and careless laughter like the cold meant nothing to him. He moved through the camp with the easy swagger of someone who belonged, who didn’t give a damn about titles or vows or the heavy chains of honour Jon dragged behind him like iron. The Free Folk called him fox-hearted, silver-tongued, too clever by half. Jon called him other things, though only in the dark, when he lay staring at the canvas of the tent and hated himself for the ache in his chest.

He teased Jon mercilessly, his voice always dancing with that mocking lilt, his gaze always lingering a heartbeat too long. He’d call Jon “lord crow” with a crooked grin and a wink, would mimic his stiff speech and self-serious frowns, always circling, needling, peeling him apart.

Jon told himself it was only the mission, only the role he played. That was what Qhorin Halfhand had asked of him—be one of them. Learn them. Fool them. But it was Jon who was being unmade, day by day, and the one doing it was not fooled in the slightest.

So when Neri tugged him away from the rest one quiet twilight, Jon didn’t ask why. He followed, stupid as a green boy in a summer song, heart thudding like war drums against his ribs. They clambered over a rise where the snow ran deep and untrodden, the sky bleeding pink and blue above them like a bruise. The wind had died, and for once the silence didn’t feel like an enemy.

They stopped at the edge of a frozen stream, the ice catching the light like shattered glass. Jon crossed his arms, trying to sound cross, trying to be the man he was supposed to be.

“We’ll lose them,” he said, voice low. “We’re already falling behind. If they circle back—”

He stopped. Neri was watching him, head tilted, eyes gleaming with something unreadable, mischief and something else beneath it. His breath came in puffs of white, and he stepped closer, close enough that Jon could smell woodsmoke and pine and something wilder—something him.

Jon looked away, tried again. “You shouldn’t—this isn’t—”

But then there were fingers on his jaw, warm against wind-chilled skin, and then lips, pressing soft and certain against his. Jon froze. Every muscle went rigid, his hands clenching at his sides. The kiss was nothing like he’d imagined—not desperate, not greedy. Just… sure. Like it had always been meant to happen, and the world had simply waited for them to catch up.

His heart roared in his ears. He pulled back like he’d been burned, breath hitching. “You can’t—I can’t—” The words tumbled out, clumsy and cracked.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

Masterlist

[maiaspen]

NEW “OBLIVION GIN” STORY ART!

Thank you @tobythefanboy for bringing this “Oblivion Gin” story scene to life🤩 If you’ve read my story, you may recall this part where Kit Fisto frees his tentacles, making himself a larger target to draw the beasts away from injured Obi-Wan & Anakin.

Read on ao3

🔥Sexy beast mode engaged! RAWR!🔥 Toby is such a brilliant artist!

Story excerpt…

 The Force around Fisto begins whipping with chaotic energy — the warning of a fast-approaching storm. Fisto is a Jedi Master, and yet in this moment he craves one thing that a Jedi Master never should: violence.

As Fisto moves, Anakin notices that (like himself and Obi-Wan) the Nautolan has not traversed this jungle unscathed. His tank top and leggings have been generously cut up, and he’s actually bleeding. In several places. Anakin has never seen the Master bleed. Nautolan hides are notoriously tough and challenging to puncture, and yet smears of red sporadically stain his clothing and skin. But unlike himself and Obi-Wan, none of Fisto’s injuries appear beyond superficial.

Now that he’s within ass face striking-range, Fisto cracks his knuckles; huffing insolence, as his sight moves over the foliage war-party. He considers his foes as he might consider mere insects that he could crush beneath his boots. Then, he reaches upward and pulls the leather bands from his tentacles. Like releasing a coil of springs, his tentacles spread wide, fanning around his head in all directions like the feathers of a Surakkean peacock. Anakin understands what the Nautolan is doing – he’s trying to make himself a larger target, purposely drawing attention toward himself and off of Anakin and Obi-Wan.

Fisto’s lightsaber flashes in his hand— a blazing beam of emerald, scalding the humid air and humming a vow of destruction.

The ass monsters (mercifully) do forget about Anakin and Obi-Wan. Their needle-teeth begin gnashing a destruction vow of their own, which blares to a deafening volume! The sound overpowering that of Obi-Wan’s breathing and heartbeat, which really pisses Anakin off.

“C'mon then,” Fisto beckons the ass faces forward with such a calm and arrogant swagger, as though they were all gearing up to fight for fun.

[vasavipotti]

Top Tools and Technologies Every Full Stack Java Developer Should Know

In today's fast-paced software development landscape, Full Stack Java Developers are in high demand. Companies seek professionals who can work across both the frontend and backend, manage databases, and understand deployment processes. Whether you're just starting your career or planning to upskill, mastering the right set of tools and technologies is key.

If you're considering a full stack java training in KPHB, this guide will help you understand the essential technologies and tools you should focus on to become industry-ready.

1. Java and Spring Framework

The foundation of full stack Java development starts with a deep understanding of Core Java and object-oriented programming concepts. Once you’ve nailed the basics, move to:

Spring Core

Spring Boot – simplifies microservices development.

Spring MVC – for building web applications.

Spring Security – for handling authentication and authorization.

Spring Data JPA – for database operations.

Spring Boot is the most widely adopted framework for backend development in enterprise applications.

2. Frontend Technologies

A full stack Java developer must be proficient in creating responsive and interactive UIs. Core frontend technologies include:

HTML5 / CSS3 / JavaScript

Bootstrap – for responsive designs.

React.js or Angular – for building dynamic SPAs (Single Page Applications).

TypeScript – especially useful when working with Angular.

3. Database Management

You’ll need to work with both relational and non-relational databases:

MySQL / PostgreSQL – popular SQL databases.

MongoDB – a widely used NoSQL database.

Hibernate ORM – simplifies database interaction in Java.

4. Version Control and Collaboration

Version control systems are crucial for working in teams and managing code history:

Git – the most essential tool for source control.

GitHub / GitLab / Bitbucket – platforms for repository hosting and collaboration.

5. DevOps and Deployment Tools

Understanding basic DevOps is vital for modern full stack roles:

Docker – for containerizing applications.

Jenkins – for continuous integration and delivery.

Maven / Gradle – for project build and dependency management.

AWS / Azure – cloud platforms for hosting full stack applications.

6. API Development and Testing

Full stack developers should know how to develop and consume APIs:

RESTful API – commonly used for client-server communication.

Postman – for testing APIs.

Swagger – for API documentation.

7. Unit Testing Frameworks

Testing is crucial for bug-free code. Key testing tools include:

JUnit – for unit testing Java code.

Mockito – for mocking dependencies in tests.

Selenium / Playwright – for automated UI testing.

8. Project Management and Communication

Agile and collaboration tools help manage tasks and teamwork:

JIRA / Trello – for task and sprint management.

Slack / Microsoft Teams – for communication.

Final Thoughts

Learning these tools and technologies can position you as a highly capable Full Stack Java Developer. If you're serious about a career in this field, structured learning can make all the difference.

Looking for expert-led Full Stack Java Training in KPHB? ✅ Get industry-ready with hands-on projects. ✅ Learn from experienced instructors. ✅ Job assistance and certification included.

👉 Visit our website to explore course details, check out FAQs, and kickstart your journey today!

[souhaillaghchimdev]

Web Services Development

In today’s connected world, web services act as the backbone of communication between applications. Whether you're building mobile apps, web platforms, or enterprise systems, understanding how to develop robust web services is essential for modern developers.

What are Web Services?

A web service is a software component that enables applications to communicate with each other over the internet using standardized protocols like HTTP, XML, or JSON. Web services allow interoperability between different software applications running on various platforms.

Types of Web Services

RESTful Web Services: Use HTTP methods (GET, POST, PUT, DELETE) and are based on REST architecture. Lightweight and widely used.

SOAP Web Services: Use XML-based messaging and offer more rigid structure and security, often used in enterprise systems.

GraphQL: A newer alternative that allows clients to request exactly the data they need.

Common Tools and Frameworks

Node.js (Express): Great for building lightweight REST APIs.

Spring Boot (Java): A robust framework for REST and SOAP services.

Django (Python): Offers built-in support for creating APIs via Django REST Framework.

ASP.NET (C#): Common in enterprise-level SOAP/REST applications.

Sample REST API in Node.js

const express = require('express'); const app = express(); app.get('/api/hello', (req, res) => { res.json({ message: 'Hello from the web service!' }); }); app.listen(3000, () => { console.log('Server running on port 3000'); });

Key Concepts to Understand

HTTP Methods and Status Codes

Authentication (API keys, OAuth, JWT)

Data Serialization (JSON, XML)

Cross-Origin Resource Sharing (CORS)

API Documentation (Swagger/OpenAPI)

Best Practices

Design APIs with clear endpoints and meaningful names.

Use proper status codes to indicate success or errors.

Secure your APIs using authentication and rate limiting.

Provide thorough documentation for developers.

Test APIs using tools like Postman or Insomnia.

Use Cases of Web Services

Mobile App Backends

Payment Gateways

Cloud-Based Services

Weather or Location APIs

Social Media Integration

Conclusion

Web services are critical for building scalable and flexible software systems. By mastering web service development, you’ll be able to connect applications, share data, and build feature-rich platforms that serve users across devices and platforms.

[cleverhottubmiracle]

If you haven’t heard by now, Amazon is having a big ol’ sale. No, it’s not Prime Day, but you’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise—especially when it comes to menswear, because in that department, there are some absolutely insane deals to be had on some of the most venerated wardrobe workhorses, closet staples and reliable basics in the game. Simply put, the Big Spring Sale is here, and it is a Big Menswear Sale.As with anything at the Everything Store, however, the selection can be overwhelming, and the shopping experience disorienting. Lucky for you, then, that we’ve spent years orienting ourselves among its digital shelves, and have developed a strong handle on things. And because we’ve got those aisles dialed, we’re here to tell you that there’s plenty worth shopping if you know where to look.So, whether you’re looking for an upgrade, a backup, a replacement or just feel like some new Calvins, we’ve got you covered with our favorites—all of them on sale. Happy shopping.9 Amazon Big Spring Sale Finds We're EyeingThe Be-All, End-All Blue Jeans: Levi's 501 Original Fit Jeans, $80 $45The Platonic-Ideal Polo Shirt: Lacoste Polo Shirt, $110 $72The Soft, Swaggering Sweatpants: Champion Powerblend Fleece Sweatpants, $45 $25The Rough-and-Rugged Watch: Timex Expedition Scout 40mm Watch, $65 $44The Upgrade Undies: Calvin Klein Cotton Classics 3-Pack Boxer Brief, $46 $31The Fleeciest, Coziest Sweatshirt: Hanes EcoSmart Fleece Crewneck Sweatshirt, $18 $12The Hiker-Favorite Everyday Boot: Moab 3 Hiking Boot, $150 $104The April Showers-Ready Rain Jacket: Columbia Watertight II Rain Jacket, $75 $56The Go-With-Everything Sneaker: Adidas Samba Sneakers, $90 $67Shop by CategoryAccordionItemContainerButtonBest Basics DealsHanes5-Pack Tagless Comfortsoft Crewneck T-ShirtAn expensive t-shirt can pack enough virtue inside some jersey-knit to warrant entire blog posts, but it remains near-impossible to beat the value—or fit—of a Hanes multipack.Calvin KleinCotton Classics 3-Pack Boxer BriefCall them the JAW 1's or the Bad Bunny Specials or whatever you want really, because Calvin still pumps out some of the best underwear money can buy—and they feel even better when you can snag 'em on sale.GildanHeavy Cotton Long Sleeve T-Shirt 2-PackThere's no world in which long-sleeve t-shirts ever overtake their short-sleeve counterparts, but you'll never regret having a couple trusted LS options around.Gold ToeHarrington Crew SocksJust some super comfortable, durable socks that look like the kind you'd see in the kind of photo that's stored in a shoebox.Comfort ColorsHeavyweight Short Sleeve TeeA very beefy tee at a very lean price.Calvin KleinCotton Classics 3-Pack TanksAt just over $10 a tank, the only thing really worth debating is whether to grab a second pack or not.ColumbiaWatertight II Rain JacketWhen this jacket is full-price, it holds its own against shells three times more expensive—and now it's less than $60.Arc'teryxCerium VestInventory is a bit tight, but a 30% discount on an all-time puffy vest is in the running for the "Best Sale of the Sale" title.Lands' EndLong Sleeve RugbyThe rugby wave has been building for good reason—they straddle the line between polo and sweatshirt nicely and don't take themselves too seriously.Best Accessories DealsRay-BanRB3647N Double Bridge Round SunglassesThe Ray-Ban selection is deep on the 'Zon, but there aren't many deals better than this retro-drenched double-bridged pair for $120.Allen EdmondsWide Basic BeltBelts this nice rarely come this cheap—and basically never come with Prime shipping.GucciGG 0748 S-001 SunglassesYou could have these sub-$150 Gucci shades on your face by tomorrow.HermesTerre d'Hermes Eau Intense Vetiver Eau de ParfumHermés scents are indeed on Amazon, and one of the best is also is part of the Spring Sale. That's all, really.Best Watch DealsSeikoSRPB41 Automatic WatchWhen it comes to self-winding watches, few offer the bang for your buck that Seiko does—and this one is discounted $100 for the moment, which kind of eliminates the need for the word "few."

[norajworld]

If you haven’t heard by now, Amazon is having a big ol’ sale. No, it’s not Prime Day, but you’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise—especially when it comes to menswear, because in that department, there are some absolutely insane deals to be had on some of the most venerated wardrobe workhorses, closet staples and reliable basics in the game. Simply put, the Big Spring Sale is here, and it is a Big Menswear Sale.As with anything at the Everything Store, however, the selection can be overwhelming, and the shopping experience disorienting. Lucky for you, then, that we’ve spent years orienting ourselves among its digital shelves, and have developed a strong handle on things. And because we’ve got those aisles dialed, we’re here to tell you that there’s plenty worth shopping if you know where to look.So, whether you’re looking for an upgrade, a backup, a replacement or just feel like some new Calvins, we’ve got you covered with our favorites—all of them on sale. Happy shopping.9 Amazon Big Spring Sale Finds We're EyeingThe Be-All, End-All Blue Jeans: Levi's 501 Original Fit Jeans, $80 $45The Platonic-Ideal Polo Shirt: Lacoste Polo Shirt, $110 $72The Soft, Swaggering Sweatpants: Champion Powerblend Fleece Sweatpants, $45 $25The Rough-and-Rugged Watch: Timex Expedition Scout 40mm Watch, $65 $44The Upgrade Undies: Calvin Klein Cotton Classics 3-Pack Boxer Brief, $46 $31The Fleeciest, Coziest Sweatshirt: Hanes EcoSmart Fleece Crewneck Sweatshirt, $18 $12The Hiker-Favorite Everyday Boot: Moab 3 Hiking Boot, $150 $104The April Showers-Ready Rain Jacket: Columbia Watertight II Rain Jacket, $75 $56The Go-With-Everything Sneaker: Adidas Samba Sneakers, $90 $67Shop by CategoryAccordionItemContainerButtonBest Basics DealsHanes5-Pack Tagless Comfortsoft Crewneck T-ShirtAn expensive t-shirt can pack enough virtue inside some jersey-knit to warrant entire blog posts, but it remains near-impossible to beat the value—or fit—of a Hanes multipack.Calvin KleinCotton Classics 3-Pack Boxer BriefCall them the JAW 1's or the Bad Bunny Specials or whatever you want really, because Calvin still pumps out some of the best underwear money can buy—and they feel even better when you can snag 'em on sale.GildanHeavy Cotton Long Sleeve T-Shirt 2-PackThere's no world in which long-sleeve t-shirts ever overtake their short-sleeve counterparts, but you'll never regret having a couple trusted LS options around.Gold ToeHarrington Crew SocksJust some super comfortable, durable socks that look like the kind you'd see in the kind of photo that's stored in a shoebox.Comfort ColorsHeavyweight Short Sleeve TeeA very beefy tee at a very lean price.Calvin KleinCotton Classics 3-Pack TanksAt just over $10 a tank, the only thing really worth debating is whether to grab a second pack or not.ColumbiaWatertight II Rain JacketWhen this jacket is full-price, it holds its own against shells three times more expensive—and now it's less than $60.Arc'teryxCerium VestInventory is a bit tight, but a 30% discount on an all-time puffy vest is in the running for the "Best Sale of the Sale" title.Lands' EndLong Sleeve RugbyThe rugby wave has been building for good reason—they straddle the line between polo and sweatshirt nicely and don't take themselves too seriously.Best Accessories DealsRay-BanRB3647N Double Bridge Round SunglassesThe Ray-Ban selection is deep on the 'Zon, but there aren't many deals better than this retro-drenched double-bridged pair for $120.Allen EdmondsWide Basic BeltBelts this nice rarely come this cheap—and basically never come with Prime shipping.GucciGG 0748 S-001 SunglassesYou could have these sub-$150 Gucci shades on your face by tomorrow.HermesTerre d'Hermes Eau Intense Vetiver Eau de ParfumHermés scents are indeed on Amazon, and one of the best is also is part of the Spring Sale. That's all, really.Best Watch DealsSeikoSRPB41 Automatic WatchWhen it comes to self-winding watches, few offer the bang for your buck that Seiko does—and this one is discounted $100 for the moment, which kind of eliminates the need for the word "few."

[chilimili212]

If you haven’t heard by now, Amazon is having a big ol’ sale. No, it’s not Prime Day, but you’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise—especially when it comes to menswear, because in that department, there are some absolutely insane deals to be had on some of the most venerated wardrobe workhorses, closet staples and reliable basics in the game. Simply put, the Big Spring Sale is here, and it is a Big Menswear Sale.As with anything at the Everything Store, however, the selection can be overwhelming, and the shopping experience disorienting. Lucky for you, then, that we’ve spent years orienting ourselves among its digital shelves, and have developed a strong handle on things. And because we’ve got those aisles dialed, we’re here to tell you that there’s plenty worth shopping if you know where to look.So, whether you’re looking for an upgrade, a backup, a replacement or just feel like some new Calvins, we’ve got you covered with our favorites—all of them on sale. Happy shopping.9 Amazon Big Spring Sale Finds We're EyeingThe Be-All, End-All Blue Jeans: Levi's 501 Original Fit Jeans, $80 $45The Platonic-Ideal Polo Shirt: Lacoste Polo Shirt, $110 $72The Soft, Swaggering Sweatpants: Champion Powerblend Fleece Sweatpants, $45 $25The Rough-and-Rugged Watch: Timex Expedition Scout 40mm Watch, $65 $44The Upgrade Undies: Calvin Klein Cotton Classics 3-Pack Boxer Brief, $46 $31The Fleeciest, Coziest Sweatshirt: Hanes EcoSmart Fleece Crewneck Sweatshirt, $18 $12The Hiker-Favorite Everyday Boot: Moab 3 Hiking Boot, $150 $104The April Showers-Ready Rain Jacket: Columbia Watertight II Rain Jacket, $75 $56The Go-With-Everything Sneaker: Adidas Samba Sneakers, $90 $67Shop by CategoryAccordionItemContainerButtonBest Basics DealsHanes5-Pack Tagless Comfortsoft Crewneck T-ShirtAn expensive t-shirt can pack enough virtue inside some jersey-knit to warrant entire blog posts, but it remains near-impossible to beat the value—or fit—of a Hanes multipack.Calvin KleinCotton Classics 3-Pack Boxer BriefCall them the JAW 1's or the Bad Bunny Specials or whatever you want really, because Calvin still pumps out some of the best underwear money can buy—and they feel even better when you can snag 'em on sale.GildanHeavy Cotton Long Sleeve T-Shirt 2-PackThere's no world in which long-sleeve t-shirts ever overtake their short-sleeve counterparts, but you'll never regret having a couple trusted LS options around.Gold ToeHarrington Crew SocksJust some super comfortable, durable socks that look like the kind you'd see in the kind of photo that's stored in a shoebox.Comfort ColorsHeavyweight Short Sleeve TeeA very beefy tee at a very lean price.Calvin KleinCotton Classics 3-Pack TanksAt just over $10 a tank, the only thing really worth debating is whether to grab a second pack or not.ColumbiaWatertight II Rain JacketWhen this jacket is full-price, it holds its own against shells three times more expensive—and now it's less than $60.Arc'teryxCerium VestInventory is a bit tight, but a 30% discount on an all-time puffy vest is in the running for the "Best Sale of the Sale" title.Lands' EndLong Sleeve RugbyThe rugby wave has been building for good reason—they straddle the line between polo and sweatshirt nicely and don't take themselves too seriously.Best Accessories DealsRay-BanRB3647N Double Bridge Round SunglassesThe Ray-Ban selection is deep on the 'Zon, but there aren't many deals better than this retro-drenched double-bridged pair for $120.Allen EdmondsWide Basic BeltBelts this nice rarely come this cheap—and basically never come with Prime shipping.GucciGG 0748 S-001 SunglassesYou could have these sub-$150 Gucci shades on your face by tomorrow.HermesTerre d'Hermes Eau Intense Vetiver Eau de ParfumHermés scents are indeed on Amazon, and one of the best is also is part of the Spring Sale. That's all, really.Best Watch DealsSeikoSRPB41 Automatic WatchWhen it comes to self-winding watches, few offer the bang for your buck that Seiko does—and this one is discounted $100 for the moment, which kind of eliminates the need for the word "few."

[b1190]

10 compétences techniques

1. Programmation Orientée Objet (POO)

📍 Où apprendre ?

Cours en ligne : OpenClassrooms, Udemy, Coursera

Documentation officielle (Java, Python, C#…)

Livres comme Head First Java ou Design Patterns

❓ Pourquoi ?

Permet une meilleure structuration du code

Favorise la réutilisabilité et la maintenabilité

Essentiel pour développer des applications complexes

2. Algorithmes et Structures de Données

📍 Où apprendre ?

The Algorithm Design Manual (livre)

Leetcode, HackerRank, Codeforces (pratique)

Cours CS50 de Harvard (YouTube)

❓ Pourquoi ?

Optimise la performance des applications

Essentiel pour résoudre des problèmes complexes

Fondamental pour les entretiens techniques

3. Développement Web (Frontend & Backend)

📍 Où apprendre ?

MDN Web Docs (HTML, CSS, JS)

FreeCodeCamp, The Odin Project

Spring Boot (Java), Django (Python), Node.js

❓ Pourquoi ?

Nécessaire pour créer des interfaces utilisateur dynamiques

Permet de gérer la logique métier et les bases de données

Compétence clé pour le développement fullstack

4. Gestion des Bases de Données (SQL & NoSQL)

📍 Où apprendre ?

SQLZOO, Mode Analytics

MongoDB University (NoSQL)

Cours MySQL/PostgreSQL sur Udemy

❓ Pourquoi ?

Gère efficacement les données des applications

Essentiel pour des systèmes nécessitant de grosses bases de données

Comprendre les requêtes optimisées améliore les performances

5. APIs et Services Web (REST & GraphQL)

📍 Où apprendre ?

API REST : Postman, Swagger, FastAPI

GraphQL : Apollo GraphQL

Documentation officielle des frameworks (Spring Boot, Express.js)

❓ Pourquoi ?

Permet la communication entre applications

Fondamental pour les applications mobiles et web

Indispensable pour l’interopérabilité des services

6. Outils de Versioning (Git, GitHub/GitLab)

📍 Où apprendre ?

Cours gratuits sur GitHub

GitBook, Atlassian Git Tutorials

Exercices pratiques en équipe

❓ Pourquoi ?

Permet de collaborer efficacement sur des projets

Évite la perte de code grâce à la gestion des versions

Indispensable pour le travail en équipe et open-source

7. Tests et Qualité du Code (Unit Tests, CI/CD)

📍 Où apprendre ?

JUnit, PyTest, Jest (selon le langage)

Documentation GitHub Actions, Jenkins

OWASP pour la sécurité

❓ Pourquoi ?

Réduit les bugs et erreurs en production

Automatiser les tests améliore la fiabilité du code

Essentiel pour le déploiement continu (CI/CD)

8. Architecture Logicielle et Design Patterns

📍 Où apprendre ?

Clean Code (Robert C. Martin)

Design Patterns (GoF - Gang of Four)

Cours en ligne sur SOLID, MVC, Microservices

❓ Pourquoi ?

Améliore la modularité et évolutivité des applications

Facilite la maintenance des grands projets

Aide à éviter les problèmes d’architecture à long terme

9. Sécurité Informatique et Cryptographie

📍 Où apprendre ?

OWASP Top 10 (sécurité web)

Cryptographie sur Coursera (Stanford)

Exercices sur HackTheBox

❓ Pourquoi ?

Essentiel pour éviter les failles de sécurité

Obligatoire pour des applications sensibles (banques, santé, e-commerce)

Renforce la fiabilité des systèmes

10. DevOps et Cloud Computing (AWS, Docker, Kubernetes)

📍 Où apprendre ?

AWS Free Tier, Google Cloud Training

Docker & Kubernetes sur KodeKloud

HashiCorp Terraform pour l’infra-as-code

❓ Pourquoi ?

Permet un déploiement rapide et scalable

Optimise les ressources avec la containerisation

De plus en plus demandé avec l’essor du cloud

[jprie]

Full Stack Developer Roadmap: Skills, Tools, and Best Practices

Creating a Full Stack Developer Roadmap involves mapping out the essential skills, tools, and best practices required to become proficient in both front-end and back-end development. Here's a comprehensive guide to help you understand the various stages in the journey to becoming a Full Stack Developer:

1. Fundamentals of Web Development

Before diving into full-stack development, it's essential to understand the core building blocks of web development:

1.1. HTML/CSS

HTML: The markup language used for creating the structure of web pages.

CSS: Used for styling the visual presentation of web pages (layouts, colors, fonts, etc.).

Best Practices: Write semantic HTML, use CSS preprocessors like Sass, and ensure responsive design with media queries.

1.2. JavaScript

JavaScript (JS): The programming language that adds interactivity to web pages.

Best Practices: Use ES6+ syntax, write clean and maintainable code, and implement asynchronous JavaScript (promises, async/await).

2. Front-End Development

The front end is what users see and interact with. A full-stack developer needs to master front-end technologies.

2.1. Front-End Libraries & Frameworks

React.js: A popular library for building user interfaces, focusing on reusability and performance.

Vue.js: A progressive JavaScript framework for building UIs.

Angular: A platform and framework for building single-page client applications.

Best Practices: Use state management tools (like Redux or Vuex), focus on component-based architecture, and optimize performance.

2.2. Version Control (Git)

Git: Essential for tracking changes and collaborating with others.

GitHub/GitLab/Bitbucket: Platforms for hosting Git repositories.

Best Practices: Commit often with meaningful messages, use branching strategies (like GitFlow), and create pull requests for review.

3. Back-End Development

The back end handles the data processing, storage, and logic behind the scenes. A full-stack developer must be proficient in server-side development.

3.1. Server-Side Languages

Node.js: JavaScript runtime for server-side development.

Python (Django/Flask): Python frameworks used for building web applications.

Ruby (Rails): A full-stack framework for Ruby developers.

PHP: Widely used for server-side scripting.

Java (Spring Boot): A powerful framework for building web applications in Java.

3.2. Databases

SQL Databases (e.g., PostgreSQL, MySQL): Used for relational data storage.

NoSQL Databases (e.g., MongoDB, Firebase): For non-relational data storage.

Best Practices: Design scalable and efficient databases, normalize data for SQL, use indexing and query optimization.

4. Web Development Tools & Best Practices

4.1. API Development and Integration

REST APIs: Learn how to create and consume RESTful APIs.

GraphQL: A query language for APIs, providing a more flexible and efficient way to retrieve data.

Best Practices: Design APIs with scalability in mind, use proper status codes, and document APIs with tools like Swagger.

4.2. Authentication & Authorization

JWT (JSON Web Tokens): A popular method for handling user authentication in modern web applications.

OAuth: Open standard for access delegation commonly used for logging in with third-party services.

Best Practices: Implement proper encryption, use HTTPS, and ensure token expiration.

4.3. Testing

Unit Testing: Testing individual components of the application.

Integration Testing: Testing how different components of the system work together.

End-to-End (E2E) Testing: Testing the entire application workflow.

Best Practices: Use testing libraries like Jest (JavaScript), Mocha, or PyTest (Python) and ensure high test coverage.

4.4. DevOps & Deployment

Docker: Containerization of applications for consistency across environments.

CI/CD Pipelines: Automating the process of building, testing, and deploying code.

Cloud Platforms: AWS, Azure, Google Cloud, etc., for deploying applications.

Best Practices: Use version-controlled deployment pipelines, monitor applications in production, and practice continuous integration.

4.5. Performance Optimization

Caching: Use caching strategies (e.g., Redis) to reduce server load and speed up response times.

Lazy Loading: Load parts of the application only when needed to reduce initial loading time.

Minification and Bundling: Minimize JavaScript and CSS files to improve load time.

5. Soft Skills & Best Practices

Being a full-stack developer also requires strong problem-solving skills and an ability to work collaboratively in teams.

5.1. Communication

Communicate effectively with team members, clients, and stakeholders, especially regarding technical requirements and issues.

5.2. Agile Development

Understand Agile methodologies (Scrum, Kanban) and work in sprints to deliver features incrementally.

5.3. Code Reviews & Collaboration

Regular code reviews help maintain code quality and foster learning within teams.

Practice pair programming and collaborative development.

6. Continuous Learning

The tech industry is always evolving, so it’s essential to stay up to date with new tools, languages, and frameworks.

Follow Blogs & Podcasts: Stay updated with the latest in full-stack development.

Contribute to Open Source: Engage with the developer community by contributing to open-source projects.

Build Side Projects: Continuously apply what you've learned by working on personal projects.

7. Additional Tools & Technologies

Webpack: A module bundler to optimize the workflow.

GraphQL: For efficient data fetching from APIs.

WebSockets: For real-time communication in web applications.

Conclusion

Becoming a proficient full-stack developer requires a combination of technical skills, tools, and a strong understanding of best practices. By mastering both front-end and back-end technologies, keeping up with industry trends, and continuously learning, you'll be equipped to build modern, scalable web applications.

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